Path: not-for-mail
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.erotic
Subject: story: "Delighted In His Daughter" (mf,inc, pedo) 95794
From: Incestor <familyincestfamilyincest@yahoo.com>
Lines: 161
Message-ID: <22LWl.163476$y84.148922@en-nntp-04.am2.easynews.com>
X-Complaints-To: abuse@easynews.com
Organization: EasyNews, UseNet made Easy!
X-Complaints-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly.
Date: Sun, 07 Jun 2009 08:40:30 +0000
Bytes: 7410
X-Original-Bytes: 7342
===================
http://www.incesttabooo.com/theincest.html
Delighted In His Daughter
Chapter 3
That night Pam lay in her bed in the darkness, her eyes wide
open.
Even in the privacy of her bedroom, and with nobody to see
her, Pam could feel her face burning with secret shame.
She had sucked Bo Pauley's big prick!
Her tongue rolled around for a few seconds in her mouth, a
lonely and tortured organ. The realization that only a few hours
before that same tongue had been oily and greedy around the blunt
head of Bo's cock made her flush with discomfort again.
What a filthy, wicked thing she had done!
And yet ...
Yet there had been something so powerfully exciting in the
oral act that she couldn't get it out of her mind for even an
instant. She couldn't sleep as much because of her guilt feeling
as for re-living the experience. There had been something madly
pleasurable about teasing the boy's stiff tool with her lips and
tongue, toying with it, kissing and sucking it, forcing it by the
gentle persuasion of her mouth to finally explode, and to send the
gushing spunk from his balls deep into her throat!
Despite herself, Pam grinned in the darkness and let one hand
slip down between the top of her pajamas to find the virgin crease
of her cunt.
As she touched her pliant, sensitive cuntlips and began to
gingerly work the tip of her finger back and forth over the
lightly haired mound, she remembered Bo's whispered words to her:
"Come back tomorrow, Pam ... and I'll teach you how to fuck!"
A tremor of fear and joy went through her sultry young pussy
at the remembered promise of Bo.
Could she possibly let such a rough, horny young male have
his way with her? Could she stand to feel that large thing of his
trying to push between the tight folds of her cunt?
Her pussy seemed to yawn open wetly at the thought, the
softly whiskered lips spreading a bit as her clitoris rose up
firmly.
She sighed deeply as her fingertip found that odd little fang
that felt so good when she touched it. She knew she'd have to ask
Bo what it was down there that made her shiver with lusty pleasure
at this simple touching of her fingertip.
As she wormed her finger around the prominent, stiff little
love-muscle, she imagined it was Bo's tongue doing it to her. His
strong, eager, pointing tonguetip that was lightly rubbing the
easily stimulated nub that pushed up between the upper folds of
her sex.
For the next twenty minutes or so she lay with the covers
back and her hand down between her legs, teasing the larger
growing clit until she brimmed on the edge of delicious orgasm.
Each time she felt herself approaching a spasm, she would
draw her finger away, much too reluctant to have the sustained
pleasure come to an end.
Then, when she was breathing more regularly, she would once
again sneak her fingertip down and begin to rub the titillated
spot again.
She performed this stop-start, start-stop ritual until she
was so excited that her tongue was crowded out of the side of her
lips. And as her passion mounted to an undeniable peak, she
closed her eyes and whispered hotly to her pillow, pretending it
was Bo's ear.
"Suck me, Bo, please! Suck me! Suck-suck!--SUCK!!"
Her throbbing clitoris triggered a sudden deep, wet spasm of
exquisite pleasure, a climax so strangely deep and lustful that
she groaned softly in the darkness.
She felt her fingers grow damp and hot with the expended
fluids from the core of her cunt, and after a few moments with her
hand still touching the cloying lips of her pussy, she pulled her
fingers away.
Since there was nobody there to see her, she put her fingers
lightly to her nose and sniffed the humid aroma of her aroused and
now satisfied slit. The smell was vaguely exciting to her,
reminding her of the stronger, male odor of Bo's beautiful organ
right before she cupped her lips around it.
The orgasm released her finally of the nervous tension, and
she slipped into a calm, happy sleep.
The next day was Sunday, and when Pam dressed and went down
for breakfast, she saw her father standing at the picture window
in their living room and staring out.
His pipe was forgotten at the corner of his mouth, and his
Sunday paper was still unopened in his hand.
Pam sneaked up behind her dad, intending to put her hands
over his eyes to surprise him. But before she could do that, she
saw what was holding his attention.
Bo's young sister was taking a sunbath on the front lawn of
the old Howard house. She was lying on a green blanket on her
stomach, and she was wearing only the skimpiest kind of bikini, a
bathing suit much too brief and daring for a girl her age. She
even had the bra straps untied so that she would tan evenly, and
the firm, smooth humps of her pretty little buttocks were sticking
up sensuously.
For some odd reason, Pam felt a sudden little quiver of
jealousy go through her loins as she realized that her daddy was
staring at the girl.
"Hello, daddy," Pam snapped.
Bill Harper jumped as her voice broke into his thoughts. He
turned, taking the pipe out of his mouth. A flushed, guilty look
spread over his face for a few seconds before he regained his
composure.
"Oh, hi, skipper," he breathed.
Pam smiled, and then glanced again at the Pauley girl out on
the lawn. "If mother sees Mae Pauley out there half naked, she'll
have a fit," she said casually.
Her dad grinned uncertainly. "Yeah, she'll go into her
white-trash sermon again. Did you, uh, enjoy your visit with the
Pauleys yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Did you invite them over for ice cream this evening?"
Pam shrugged. "Oh. I forgot, daddy."
She saw the small disappointment in his eyes.
"You still want me to invite them?" she said.
Her dad shrugged too, and started not to reply. But then he
took a small breath, and nodded. "Sure, honey, go ahead and
invite them. We ought to be friendly. I, uh, I'd like to get to
know Mr. Pauley."
But Pam knew it wasn't the father that was on her daddy's
mind at that moment.
It was the saucy, bitchy little butt of Mae!
Wanna more incest stories? Try HERE > http://www.incesttabooo.com/theincest.html