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The Daughter Never Knocks Twice
Denise was sprawled face down on her bed, kicking idly at the mattress with her
Nikes. She was in her mid-teens, a street-wise girl with a milk-chocolate body
that was concealed now inside a baggy pair of overalls and a tattered men's T-
shirt. She had learned to keep her curves well-hidden, although even the best
disguise wouldn't stop some of the guys in high school from hitting on her.
Still, Denise knew that it could have been worse. There were some girls who
asked for it, dressing like hookers, but even those who wore simple skirts and
blouses had to put up with an incredible amount of shit.
She walked a lot of lines to avoid trouble -- working hard to get the grades
that would get her into college, but being careful not to be seen as a grind or
a brain (not that the last was any real problem). And dressing down, but keeping
it funky enough not to become the class joke.
Those weren't lines her parents understood. Mom the lawyer and Dad the doctor
didn't see why being too good in school could be a problem. They were so sold on
education that they'd probably have been on her case full-time if she wasn't
lucky enough to have a younger brother as dumb as Theo around, screwing up his
grades far worse than she'd ever dare to do.
She picked at a bit of fuzz on her comforter as her thoughts drifted. It
wasn't really aimless thinking; she was consciously trying to avoid doing what
she knew she couldn't avoid. She reached over and flicked on her radio,
stalling for time.
=== === === ===
Clair had disappeared after dinner, mysteriously telling Cliff only that she
had something special to do in their bedroom. He puttered around the living
room for awhile but finally his curiosity got the better of him and he clumped
up the stairs. His middle- aged bones protested the strain of attending two
births earlier that day, but despite his graying hair Cliff forced a slight
spring into his step.
When he opened the bedroom door, he thought Clair must have snuck downstairs
again without his noticing. The lights were out. Cliff wanted to get the book on
his nightstand, anyway, so he took a step into the room.
"Hi, Cliff," came his wife's voice from the dark- ness. "Close the door."
His eyebrows rose. As the door clicked shut behind him, a light snapped on next
to the bed.
Clair was stretched out before him in a white nightgown sheer enough to let him
see that she had nothing on underneath. He drank in her slim, shapely brown body
-- the breasts, still firm for a woman her age, the taut belly, the long,
slender legs.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho," Cliff burbled as he approach- ed her, stripping off his
own clothes. After all their years of marriage, she could still turn him into a
sex- crazed wildman.
"Like my surprise, lover?" Clair whispered huskily.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho," he chuckled in reply, stark naked now as he reached the
bed and crawled toward her.
=== === === ===
Denise groaned as another commercial interrupted the music. She glanced up at
the clock. Groaning again, she got up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, pul-
ling out the note from her teacher and staring at it for the fortieth time.
Mr. Pfister wanted her parents to know that Denise was turning down "an
excellent chance to sharpen her curriculum vitae before applying to college"
by reject- ing membership in the National Honor Society.
She'd only made the cut by the skin of her teeth, and if she'd even known she
was close she would've man- aged to trim a few points off her GPA somewhere. The
NHS was the worst of all, even worse than belonging to the chess club. But
Denise knew her parents wouldn't understand; they'd insist that she apply.
She groaned again. Could she tell them? How the last two girls she knew to get
named to the group had been haunted by half the boys in the class? How Shanelle
had been almost raped by one boy who wanted to teach her not to be so uppity?
Denise held herself tightly. Still a virgin, somehow, she didn't know what she
feared most: having the other kids find out -- or having them find out why, that
she was just too scared that the boy she chose would reject her. She knew the
kids would hit on anything with two tits, but when it came right down to it,
when she had found someone she really liked -- what then?
=== === === ===
Clair moaned softly as Cliff expertly ate her pussy, licking ever so delicately.
She ground her hips under his ministrations, her fingers running through his
short, kinky hair. "That's perfect, Cliff," she said. "Just a little lower ...
ohhhhh, that's it!" He maneuvered his tongue around her cunt. Of course he could
eat pussy, he thought to himself; after all, he was a gynecologist.
When she came, it was in her usual torrent of tremors, her body twisting and
turning as the sheets wrinkled under her, slipping off the corners of the
mattress under the strain.
Careful not to make any noise with all their children still up, Clair bit into
the side of a pillow, muffling her shrieks of passion.
When at last she calmed down Cliff moved up, his stiff cock poised at the
entrance to her hot, wet cunt. With the ease of a long-married couple, they
joined swiftly. Cliff's hips rose and fell as he plunged into her tunnel.
"Damn, you're still good, woman," he whispered in her ear.
=== === === ===
Denise took a deep breath and got to her feet. She knew it couldn't be postponed
any longer. Note crumpled in her hand, she left her room and went downstairs.
Mom was going to be in her bedroom, but Denise figured this was one that might
go down better if she talked to Dad first. Not, she reminded herself ruefully,
that either one was very accommodating when it came to school stuff.
She searched the first floor and called out into the basement, but Dad wasn't
anywhere. Sticking her head into the kitchen she had startled Theo, who was
supposed to be studying but really was having a sand- wich and listening to a
tape -- with the volume at full blast, to judge by the noise that came through
the tiny earphones. She tried asking if he knew where Dad was, but by the time
he took out the earphones she was tired of asking and just walked away. In the
living room, Rudy was reading a book on the couch; all Denise got for asking her
if she knew was a two-syllable answer -- "uh-uh."
Denise shook her head as she trudged up the stairs. Dad must be up there too.
Sometimes getting them both at once was even worse than one at a time, but there
was no getting around it.
=== === === ===
Clair's legs were wrapped tightly around Cliff's waist and her hands clawed at
his back as he thrust into her again and again.
"Yes, yes!" she whispered, "yes, harder, Cliff! Drive it into me! Put that meat
into motion, lover!"
Cliff complied, launching himself into her cunt. He was enjoying this fuck more
than any in the last several weeks, feeling in complete control. With the
stamina that comes with age, he held back his own orgasm as his cock drove in.
Clair, always ready for more, let herself go in another swirl of bucking and
arching, driving her face into the pillow once more to stifle the screams.
The pillow was still covering her face when their daughter's voice crackled.
"Dad? Mom! Oh, my God! Oh, no!"
Cliff rolled off Clair's sweaty body and grabbed for the sheet to cover himself;
it didn't quite reach. He didn't know where to hide. He wasn't one of those
fathers who's casual about being nude in the house; he guarded his privacy and
respected his children's. And he'd taken one too many child psychology classes
not to worry about the effects of what Denise must have seen.
Clair was uncovered as well. Denise stared at the juices oozing out of her
mother's cunt and became aware of the musky odor of sex that filled the room.
Too shocked to move and too embarrassed to speak, she stared open-mouthed.
"Mmph-ur-ump!" Clair said, and then spat out the pillow. "Denise! What are you
... why didn't you knock?" Even nude, Clair was able to compose herself into a
sort of commanding posture, and she shook her finger at her young daughter.
"We've told you time and time again ..." Cliff stared at her, wondering how she
managed to become so calm. Personally, he thought he wouldn't be able to manage
much more than some incoherent babbling.
From the hallway came the tiny voice of their youngest daughter, Rudy. "Momma,
can I come in?"
"No, honey," Clair quickly called out. "Close that door. Now!" she whispered
sharply at Denise. "Denise and I have to have a talk, honey. You go on to bed
now. I'll be in to tuck you in later."
Denise closed the door and turned to face her parents again, but still clung to
the doorknob with one hand. "I can -- can just leave," she stuttered.
Cliff was too busy trying to work the sheet loose to respond. But Clair,
unmoving, spoke calmly.
"You just stay right there. Now I want to know why you barged into our room
without knocking."
"I just -- just didn't think," Denise offered weakly.
"Didn't think? Didn't think? Why did the good Lord give you a brain if you're
not going to use it, young lady? I don't want you ever coming into this room
again without knocking. Ever. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the young girl said. "Can I go now?"
"Not quite," Clair said flatly.
Cliff had given up trying to move the sheet up and had shifted down himself,
working enough of one end free to cover his privates. "What? Let the girl go,
Clair," he protested. He gave the sheet another tug, trying to cover up his
slight pot belly -- well, he considered it slight, anyway. Was she crazy? He
just wanted this whole thing to be over with.
Clair refused to give in. "You came in here for a reason, young lady," she said,
keeping a steely gaze on her daughter's face. "It better have been a good one."
Denise felt trapped. This was definitely not the time to bring up the note --
but what else could she say? She stammered and stumbled and hemmed and hawed,
stalling in hopes that her mother would finally just send her away.
But instead, Clair's face softened and she sat up on the bed. Her breasts sagged
only slightly as she leaned forward.
"I think I know what the reason was, honey," she said quietly.
Denise stared back, racking her brain to figure out what her mother was talking
about. She came up blank. Cliff was thinking fast, too, but to no better result.
"You knew what we were doing, didn't you?" Clair asked.
Denise shook her head frantically. "No, I swear, I..."
"Yes, you did. And you wanted to come in. To see. Well, did you like
what you saw?"
"I -- I --" Denise fell back against the door in surprise. "No, really, I just
-- I mean ..."
"Honey, you've never seen anyone having sex before, have you?" Clair had scooted
down to the foot of the bed now, and reached a hand out to her daughter. "It's
OK. I had an idea you were still a virgin. Oh, don't be so shy. Look, we're not
born knowing what to do. It's natural to want to see what it's all about. I just
wish you'd asked me, that's all."
Without quite knowing why, Denise took her mother's hand and stepped up to the
bed. Her father was staring wildly at Clair, eyes bugging out as he tried to
back away but couldn't bring the sheet with him. Now he knew Clair was crazy.
What did she think they were, some kind of visual aids for their kids?
"You know, just watching isn't really enough," Clair said softly, reaching out
and gently unbuttoning the straps of Denise's overalls.
Cliff sputtered in shock. "Say what?" He had seen a lot of naked women in his
practice, but his daughter -- he shuddered -- that was one body he didn't want
to know about.
But Clair gave a quick yank on the sheet, exposing his cock -- which, to his
shame, had begun to thicken again when his daughter's overalls had slipped to
the carpet, exposing a wispy of pink satin at her crotch and a pair of legs not
quite as long as her mother's but just as shapely. It was hard for him to admit
it, even to himself, but Denise's body turned him on. She reminded him in some
ways of Clair when she was younger, but he'd never known her when she was that
young. Hell, he'd never known any girl -- you know, known them -- that young.
"I'm not saying this is right for every child, Cliff," Clair said, helping
Denise lift off her T-shirt and expose her budding cupcake breasts, "but Denise
must have wanted it, whether she knew it or not. And frankly, from the looks of
things (his cock was now fully erect), so did you."
Denise's mind swirled as, at her mother's direc- tion, she slipped off her shoes
and crawled naked onto her parent's bed. Cliff tried not to watch, but the
vision was impossible to ignore. Denise looked like a nymph, the freshness of
youth turned into an erotic masterpiece. His daughter, he realized with a gulp,
turned him on.
"Now, honey, we're going to take it nice and slow, let you get used to
everything first," Clair said, guiding her daughter to lie down on her back
between them. Cliff flinched when the girl's warm, smooth thigh brushed his, but
with a gentle touch Clair held him in place. "And so you can get used to it too,
Cliff," she said.
He stared, open-mouthed, at what came next, slowly rubbing his cock.
Moving between her daughter's dark-skinned legs, Clair slowly parted them with
her hands as she planted soft kisses on the insides of Denise's thighs. She was
so gentle that Denise almost didn't realize it when Clair's tongue first flicked
against her labia.
But soon her mother's tongue was probing inside her, drawing forth a passion
she'd never known before. And to her amazement, her father became so excited
that he forgot his inhibitions and bent down to nuzzle his young daughter's
breasts, sucking the tiny nipples in until they grew stiff and erect. Cliff let
himself go, forgetting for the moment that this was his own child, forgetting
that his wife was right there with him, letting his raging lust take over.
A warm glow spread through the young girl's body and then burst into a heated
explosion that seemed to yank on every muscle she had. Like her mother, she was
a screamer, but her yelps were muffled by her father's open mouth, which pressed
against her lips as his tongue slipped inside. "I love you, Denise," he had
whispered as he rose to her, and he meant it. His hands roamed her supply body,
brushing gently against her budding breasts.
At the height of her passion, she felt a sharp pain in her cunt. She pushed
aside her father's lips and stared down at her mother. Clair was pulling out the
two fingers she had jammed into her daughter's tunnel. Drops of blood glistened
on the fingertips.
"It's all right, honey," Clair assured her daughter as she wiped her hand on the
sheet. "It's just another natural thing. I just needed to make you ready for
your father."
As Clair said that, Cliff seemed to become suddenly aware again of what was
going on. He rolled over to the side of the bed, almost falling off. God, he
thought, this is my daughter and my wife! What kind of sick family are we?
Denise, too, seemed stunned; she drew her legs up and closed them tightly,
hugging them in a fetal posi- tion. Her mind was ablaze and she shook her head,
try- ing to clear it. One part of her was hungrily crying out for more, but the
other was afraid, desperately afraid, of what was going on. She looked at her
father, and though she didn't dare admit it to herself, the sight of his big
cock excited her. She wondered what it would feel like inside her -- she
couldn't fit it all in, could she? And even if she did, she wouldn't be any
good. She'd never done this! She'd be a disaster.
For the moment, Clair let Cliff fret. She concen- trated on easing her
daughter's fears.
Crawling up to lie beside Denise, Clair began to stroke the young girl's goose-
pimpled flesh. Her hands roamed over the taut belly, the tender breasts. Slowly
she moved in closer until her nipples brushed her daughter's side. Tenderly
Clair began to kiss Denise's shoulder, her neck, her chin. As she did, her
daughter's legs relaxed and slid back down. Clair raised herself up and kissed
Denise full on the lips. Their tongues met in a sizzling touch, and Clair strad-
dled the young girl's body with her own.
Denise melted under her mother's caresses, finally responding with her own. She
reached a trembling hand to her mother's side, then slid it ever so slowly up
until she felt the swell of the older woman's breast. Soon she grew bolder,
pulling her mother's body down onto her and crushing their cunts together as she
twisted underneath. Clair encouraged her daughter, whispering her love into the
young girl's ear. Quickly Denise's passion overtook her and she reached down,
pulling her mother's hand into her cunt as she eagerly began to finger Clair's.
Again Denise's mind was ablaze, but this time it was all of a piece. She wanted
this, dear God she wanted this! Wildly she shoved her fingers against her
mother's twat.
Clair patiently instructed Denise in just how to please her, demonstrating on
her daughter's pussy and then sighing as Denise responded in kind.
Denise was lost in their lovemaking when Clair unexpectedly rolled off. "It's
time, Cliff," she whis- pered, but the urging wasn't needed. Cliff had been
stroking himself as he watched, and now he quickly moved on top of his daughter,
his hard cock poised at her sopping wet pussy lips. He looked down at her, his
eyes clouded with tears. The lovely sight of his own, naked daughter was almost
too much to bear.
Denise shook a little in fright, staring at the size of her father's shaft.
"It won't fit, will it?" she asked her mother. Clair smiled. "You'll manage,"
she said, slipping a hand between her daughter and her husband, guiding his
cock home.
Denise let out a muffled groan as the swollen head of her father's cock spread
her cunt lips, slipping wetly between them. Clair held him there, letting Denise
get used to the feeling. "Now, Cliff," she said at last. "But take it slow."
"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned as his shaft slid into his daughter's burning-hot, glove-
tight cunt. Not in decades had he entered a pussy this tight. He felt every
centimeter as his cock spread apart the cushiony wet walls. Halfway in he
stopped and began to withdraw, using short, slow strokes until he felt Denise
begin- ning to buck back at him.
Then he pressed in harder and soon sank into her to the hilt. A deep moan
forced itself out of him as Clair spread Denise's legs apart, opening her to
Cliff all the way.
Cliff could feel Denise's nipples slipping across his chest as she twisted under
him. Again and again he plunged into his daughter's cunt, every time amazed by
the incredible sensations stirred up by her tight pussy.
"Daddy, am I doing OK?" Denise's voice was trembling.
"Denise, you're doing just great," he whispered to her. He bent down to her ear.
"You're the best fuck I've ever had," he said quietly. "But don't tell your Mom
I said so!"
Joy filled Denise as her father pulled away. She was good at something, at last!
At that moment she resolved to make her father happy every chance she got. She'd
show him what a hot little daughter he had.
Cliff was lost in his passion, pounding at his daughter's sweet pussy.
Clair stroked his balls, driving him even wilder. Madly he sped up the pace and
Denise kept up with him all the way, smashing her hips up at him.
Feeling an orgasm build, he called out, "I'm cum- ming! I'm gonna shoot!"
But Clair quickly squeezed the base of his cock, shutting off the flow and
slightly deflating him. Over the next hour she led Cliff and Denise through a
Kama Sutra of positions. Denise learned to suck her father's dick, to take him
doggie style and sideways. Finally, with Cliff drenched in sweat and near
exhaustion, Clair rolled him over onto his back and had Denise squat over his
still-erect cock.
Gently she eased her daughter down until the shaft slid home again, bending
slightly under the pressure before Denise took it all in.
"Now ride him, honey," Clair urged, fingering her own cunt with one hand as she
massaged her daughter's clit with the other.
Denise did as she was told, rising and falling with her father's cock rubbing
her cunt raw. Thick juices flowed freely out of her pussy and soaked the
bedsheets that were tangled and knotted beneath them. Cliff stared up at her,
fondling her tits as he humped back at her. He was amazed at what Clair had
done, but he loved her more than ever for it, for sharing their love with
their daughter.
"Faster, sweetie, faster," Clair said, stepping up the pace of her own frantic
masturbation.
Cliff's eyes were shut tightly as the motion drove him ever and ever closer to
the edge. He grabbed at the mattress and shook his head back and forth on the
soak- ing-wet pillow as his daughter fucked him, her small tits bobbing up and
down with every stroke.
At last he could hold back no longer and a hot jet of cum spurted out of him,
sending Denise over the edge as well into another orgasm. Clair came at the same
instant and locked her lips with her daughter, their groans sending out
vibrations that intensified the passion of their kiss.
=== === === ===
After it was all over, Denise slipped back into her clothes and crept to her
room, peeking out carefully first to make sure her brother and sister weren't
around. She quickly grabbed a nightgown and took a shower before returning to
her bedroom and crawling into bed. She was just about to flick the light off
when there was a knock at the door.
Her mother came in and shook a crumpled piece of paper at her. "I found this on
the floor, young lady," she said. "And just WHAT does this mean?"
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