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Teases and Dares (mf, inc, family)
Anonymous Author - 1990

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  A high school senior, Dianne was devastatingly cute. She had the kind of
face that set your loins on fire. Delicately featured, with a touch of color
that made you think she was hiding something, she moved like a shy goddess.
Fragile and innocent, but at the same time seeming secretly educated in the
ways of pleasure. Tempting. Her figure was not overly voluptuous, but with the
fleshy paddings that round a woman's figure in all the right places. Firm,
alluring, and one hundred percent sexy, Dianne would make any man drool.
  Yet she was simply a tease. She had never let one of her myriad boyfriends
even get under her sweater. The majority of her school society thought she was
one of the types that has 'a different guy each weekend' but actually, the
reason for her innumerable short affairs was that the boys were frustrated
that she wouldn't put out. "But I am saving myself for the man I truly love,
don't you see? I CAN'T!" One date and they never asked again. But she kept
luring them into her trap, savoring the taste of their frustration.

  "Breakfast's ready, Dear!" Dianne's mother called up the stairway to her
daughter.
  "I slept late, Mom. I won't have time to eat, I still have to get into the
shower!" Dianne loosened the tie on her bathrobe as she hurried into the
bathroom.
  Her mother caught a glimpse of Dianne's tight bare ass as she slipped from
the robe and deposited it on a hook on the wall. "Humph! Honestly, I don't
know why you take so long in the shower!" The bathroom door clicked shut.
  Dianne pulled the shower curtain to the left and twisted the faucets,
testing the temperature with her other hand. Eventually satisfied, she set the
water to flow from the showerhead, stepped inside, and pulled the curtain
closed once again, managing to reflect a good spray onto the bath mat before
the curtain was in place to catch the stray splashes.
  Once inside she tilted her head upward, easing herself backward into the
direct flow of the water, smoothing it through her long black hair. Knowing
that she should hurry, but aroused by the feel of the tepid stream caressing
her back, she moved her hands around and under her breasts, turning to catch
the shower massage on her nipples. The stream was sharp and slightly painful,
but her areoles crinkled and her tits stood firm under the flow.
  Her right hand slid quickly down to her vagina and she felt the water
running over the Mount of Venus, and under her twitching fingers. She gasped
silently as her middle finger found her clitoris, and gently brought it to
life. The endless flow of pleasure from the showerhead kept her energy level
steadily on the rise. "Ooooh, I love my cunt..." she exhaled and let her left
hand send a few probing fingers into her hole.
  She lowered herself down onto the floor of the tub, and lay back, spreading
her legs wide apart and letting the water tickle the feminine delight between
her legs. Her black, well trimmed pubic hair danced under the pressure of the
water and her clit burned an angry red as Dianne rocked her hips, up and down.
Her face flushed, she took her lower lip between her teeth to contain her
outcry as the orgasm racked her body. Now she would be ready to handle the
cute guys at school without getting influenced by her desire. After a short
time, she sighed and stood up, time to complete the rest of her morning routine
and get to school on time.

  "Ah! The princess has presented herself! And let me say she's looking
lovelier than ever this morning."
  "Good Morning, Daddy." Dianne planted a kiss on his forehead and seated
herself next to her father at the breakfast table. "Is today the day you are
taking Mom on the tour of your new development?"
  "Yes, and we'll be driving about 6 hours each way to and from the site. The
Company refuses to pay airfare for this 'unofficial' visit, and I am sure as
hell not going to pay it. So we'll drive. We won't be back until late this
evening. Maybe as late as 1 or 2 AM. You'll be okay?"
  "Oh, of course. Don't feel as though you need to rush back home." Dianne gave
him a teasing smile, "I'm a big girl now."
  Her father's reply was silenced as two plates of steaming, hot, all-american
breakfast came in for a landing before Dianne and her father, guided by the
well practiced hand of Dianne's mother. "Dig in! And hurry. Today we are ALL in
a rush. Dianne, do you think you could clean up the kitchen when you get home
this afternoon? Your father and I won't have the time to spare."
  Dianne put on a face of sheer horror. She feigned choking on her breakfast
sausage, but then decided that it was too suggestive a pose for her mother,
and swallowed it instead. "Oh... Alright..."

  Her day at school consisted of the usual daily hassles. Avoiding passes from
the guys, periodic entanglements in the ladies room with her hairbrush,
meaningless chatter with her friends over a table in the cafeteria, and worst
of all: classes. The only thing that made it tolerable was the fact that it was
Friday. It seemed to take forever, but the clocks finally wound around to 3 PM
and she skated her way through the masses to the parking lot, and home. As soon
as she closed the front door behind her, she tossed her bookbag to the side and
collapsed on the living room sofa with an exhausted groan. Then she remembered
the dishes...

  Dianne shoved the last plate into the dishwasher, measured out the proper
dose of detergent, and set the machine off to do her dirty work. 'Now it's
about time I made some plans for this evening.' But before she could even lift
the receiver off the hook, the phone rang. She continued the motion of lifting
the receiver, pinned it to her ear with her shoulder, but instead of dialing
as she first intended, she answered. "Hello?"
  "Hi, Dianne. It's Steve Hackett. I was-"
  "Oh, hi Steve! I saw you at lunch today remember?"
  "Uh... Yeah, that's what I was calling about. Didn't you say your folks
were out until late tonight?" Steve sounded hopeful.
  "Well, yes, but I don't think-"
  "It's not what you think, it's just me and a few guys are looking for a calm
place to hang out for a while, that's all. I'm not making moves on you... And
it's not like a party or anything."
  "You mean you'd rather get stoned in my living room watching MTV than
in someone's car or in an alley someplace." Dianne knew Steve's friends were
the laid back Dead Heads that dotted the school smoking areas.
  "Well, not really... Uh... Yeah, I guess that'd be all we'd do really... I
mean, no, I just wanted to introduce you to a few people that's all. You can
invite a couple of your friends, if you want. Don't worry. After that fiasco
last weekend, nobody's in a really PARTY sort of mentality. I hate to invite
myself over, but I don't really know how to go about asking about this kind of
thing, you know?" Steve sounded sincere.
  Dianne wondered about her resistance to accept, and then decided she would
do it. After all, it wasn't very often that she got the house for an evening.
And it was only a few people after all... "Ok, you guys can come on over. But
don't invite anyone you don't know very well. You know how I feel, don't you?"
  "Yeah, I understand. It's cool. We won't make a mess or anything. Around 7
then?"
  "Ok, see you then." Dianne dropped the receiver back onto its cradle. 'What
a strange sort of request...' she thought 'But I'm glad I said yes. I need to
play the rebellious teenager occasionally. Those guys must really be hard up
for a place to hang out to call someone they hardly know...'

  At 7:30 Dianne answered the knock on her door, and smiled at five denim
enshrouded, long haired Grateful Dead devotees as they casually stepped inside
and were introduced by Steve. Mark, Alex, Richard, and Carl muttered things
about how cool she was being letting them stop by and her hardly knowing them
and all...where's an ashtray...you don't mind if I smoke do you?...Oh, your
parents smoke?...That's cool...I'm going to hit the TV here okay?...Hey you got
a place I can keep this beer cold?...No, we won't get TOO wasted...Yeah, how
about I put it in the fridge back here...Hey, Steve, your friend is some kinda
hostess, eh?
  Dianne managed to get some harmless talk going while Steve helped his friend
fill a bong in the kitchen.
  "Got some smooth Hawaiian in here, Dianne! Best stuff you've ever seen."
  "Oh yeah, man? Well hurry up and share it with the rest of us!" That was from
the one Steve introduced as Cosmic Intercepter. He had laughed and said his
name was really Richard.
  Steve came back into the living room with an odd plastic device that looked
like a hair dryer out of Buck Rogers. "Yeah, we filled it up with some ice too,
for the coolest hit you can imagine." That got one or two laughs. Once the bong
had been passed around two or three times, the laughs were much more frequent.
  Dianne had used marijuana before, but didn't partake often, and the high she
got was intense. She was horny as hell, and Steve Hackett was looking cuter and
cuter by the minute. Through the warped haze, she saw he was looking straight
at her. "Dianne, did you invite anyone else over?"
  "Um... Yeah, I told Joanna and Desiree what was up, they said they might come
over if the mall was dead tonight, but I think they were kind of excited about
the idea and didn't want to admit it... They'll be by sooner or later..."
  "Hey that's good, man," Richard interjected, "some more lovely femaleans is
what this party needs..."
  Dianne didn't say anything. She looked at Steve instead and worried that
she was staining her panties. Before the bong made it around another time,
there came a knock at the door, and Joanna's tinkling voice singing, "Oh,
Diana! What's going on in there?" Giggles.
  One of the Dead Heads twisted the doorknob and yanked it open, Joanna and
Desiree fluttered into the room. "Oh God! You HAVE been partying, send that
bong over this direction, quick!" Desiree headed toward the Dead Head named
Alex and waited patiently for him to finish inhaling a long, long hit.
  The weed finally ran out, a quarter ounce of it, and the party resorted to
shotgunning the Stroh's in the refrigerator. By 8:30 everyone was completely
stoned.
  Desiree whooped with delight, "If I drop my handkerchief, which one of you
will pick it up for me...?" Desiree teased.
  The boys looked at her as if she were being ridiculous.
  "Or... How about if I drop my... pants?" she giggled and fussed with the
zipper on her jeans. Richard reached over and unzipped them for her. She
wriggled out laughing on the living room floor. Her lips meeting someone
else's on the way down.
  Another Dead Head slipped his hand under Joanna's blouse and snapped the clip
on her bra. Suddenly everyone was laughing and getting undressed. Everyone
but Dianne. She crept to the corner to watch, and slid her hand under her
jeans, feeling the wetness that had been growing there.
  She slowly caressed herself as she watched the others toy with each other.
  Joanna pulled the blouse over her head and let her bra slide down her arms.
Mark, audibly tasted her nipples, Running his tongue around and around. She
reached behind him and grabbed his ass, one hand on each cheek, and her
fingers sought the dark cleft between them. Richard positioned himself before
Desiree and his tongue snaked it's way into her cunt, her warm, wet, young,
tangy cunt. He tasted the salty fluid and his cock swelled even larger.
Desiree moaned her assent, and his tongue attacked her slit with even more
fury.
  Alex stood before Joanna and urged her lips toward his prick. She oohed with
delight and opened her mouth wide to his cock. Something wonderful was
happening between her legs, and she wanted to give some of it to Alex's penis.
"You have to promise me something, Joanna." Alex crooned.
  "Anything." She was held back by Alex's hand on her forehead, so she seized
his cock with both hands and gently echoed its shape with her caress.
  "You have to swallow it. From all of us." Alex plunged his member into
her hot mouth. Joanna's eyes widened, but the thought did not alarm her...
She wanted to, anyway... Mmmm....
  Alex mouthfucked her furiously while below Mark had been enjoying her wet
box. He had her squatting above him, madly pumping himself in and out of her.
Her pink cunt lips clung to his cock in a sticky embrace. Her fluids ran down
her legs slowly in little rivulets of passion.
  Richard was sending Desiree to the sky with his tongue, while she worked
on Carl's throbbing cock. She held it before her, watching every blood vessel
pulse, and teasing it with her fingers, before a wave of pleasure from below
would cause her to force it deep down her throat as if to seal the pleasure
inside. She quivered with ecstasy. Richard helped her get on her hands and
knees and she cried out as Richard plunged his mammoth organ into her cunt
from behind. But as soon as his rythym was established, she returned herself,
to the task at hand and took Carl's cock into her mouth once again. No one
noticed Dianne gasping in the corner. And Steve was stoned on the couch,
enjoying the show, but too wasted to participate.
  Then Mark pulled his dripping cock out of Joanna, shifted his position
slightly and prepared to fuck her asshole. He spread her cheeks wide apart
and Joanna grunted with alarm as he slowly forced his prick into the little
hole in her ass. It was tight, but he managed to slide it in, deep. Joanna
felt as if she were constipated and just couldn't get it out, but once she
managed to relax, she began to enjoy it. Then Alex came.
  He made a soft gasping sound and shot white lava onto Joanna's face. She
opened her mouth greedily, and received the remaining spurts on the back of
her throat. The salty jism clung to her mouth, and she swallowed hard. Alex
pulled his cock out of her mouth and sank onto the sofa. Joanna grinned at
him and a thin white stream leaked out of her mouth. She leaned over and let
Mark take his pleasure from her behind.
  "I'm next, Jo. Ready or not, here I come." Mark's face was red and furious.
He pulled out of Joanna's ass and twirled her on her knees to face him. She
looked at his prick and shied away with distaste, but it wasn't covered with
shit, she kept her bum clean. He grabbed her by the ears and said "You
promised. Open wide!"
  She reluctantly obliged and took his engorged cock into her mouth. She
massaged it with her lips for a few seconds, tasting a faint hint of excrement,
and then he let loose. She wouldn't have known he was coming if not for the
sudden taste of his sperm, and his loud moan. He shot his load right down her
throat, leaving her little time to savor the taste, and then promptly lay down
panting on the floor, a smile widening on his face.
  But she had little time to do much of anything. "My turn, honey!" Richard
left Desiree's rear, cock in hand, rubbing its length. He stood before Joanna,
who was on her knees, and offered her his swollen member. She tasted Desiree's
pussy on his cock, and knew she would be after more. It was hauntingly sweet,
and bitter, and salty. She closed her lips around the head of Richard's cock,
and with a silent sucking action she emptied Richard of his seed, swallowing
only once, when he was finished. She gave his prick back and headed for
Desiree, who was busying herself with Carl's penis.
  Joanna buried her face between Desiree's legs and tasted her from the
source. She hungrily swallowed up the sticky fluid that covered her face,
and inhaled the odor that was so enticing. She lifted her head, tongue extended
with a string of that wonderful secretion clinging and let out an animal sigh.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, NOW!" Carl was happy to oblige.
  He left Desiree sucking air and entered Joanna from behind. He plunged in
and out of her cunt, until at last Joanna's personal climax left her quivering,
tongue buried in Desiree's pussy.
  Realizing that Carl was going to come soon, Joanna passionately tongued out
Desiree, wanting her friend to have an orgasm first. It became a race between
Carl's cock and Desiree's pussy. Carl was fucking Joanna so fast and so hard
that she knew he must be coming soon but Desiree was twisting about like a
snake on the floor, feeling every luscious stroke of Joanna's long, hot, tongue
on her clit. She clutched the carpet and spasmed. Joanna felt Desiree's
clitoris slip away behind folds of soft flesh and knew Desiree was coming. She
slurped up as much of Desiree's cunt juice as she could before Carl pulled out
and hauled himself before Joanna's hungry mouth. He plunged his cock into her
throat and Joanna tasted her own pussy - even sweeter than Desiree's. Then Carl
shot her full of white hot love juice, and it filled her with an even better
flavor. She swallowed his come noisily and then fell into Desiree's arms,
kissing her, and giving her a taste of the good life.
  Dianne watched, absorbed, from her corner, one hand absently stroking her
genitals, as her two girlfriends giggled on the carpet. The boys were stonedly
gazing into space, spent. Richard stood up and pulled his clothing on. He
tried unsuccessfully to tie one of his shoes and said, "Anyone want a beer?"
  "Yeah, get me one..." That was Carl.
  "Me too," Joanna mumbled, but then seemed to snap to attention, "Oh, no!
Forget it, I've got to get going. Come on, Desiree, get dressed."
  Desiree seemed to remember something also and hastily went about gathering
her discarded clothing. Richard shrugged at Carl, but didn't ask the girls
what was so important. After a short while, the two girls were dressed, and
saying their goodbyes.
  "Oh well, that was fun" Carl snickered as he closed the door behind Joanna
and Desiree.
  "Yeah, and I thought we were taking it easy tonight," Richard replied,
"What's with Dianne, anyway? She looks like she's just about had it."
  Dianne was lying in the corner, with her hands folded under her head,
gazing into space.
  "Maybe she's wishing she hadn't sat out on all the fun!" Carl laughed.
  Mark sat up abruptly, "I don't see any reason why she should..." An evil
smile found its way onto his face, "Know what I mean?"
  "Cool it, Mark." Steve interrupted from the sofa, "she's been cool to us,
and you don't need to ruin it. Why don't you guys just get the fuck home?"
  Mark stared angrily at Steve, "You just want that shit for yourself, that's
all. You didn't get none before, so you want to make up for it, eh?"
  Steve jumped from his seat and stood right before Mark, "Just get the fuck
out of here, NOW!"
  The Dead Heads chuckled a bit, but knew that Steve had something in mind.
Dianne was still in deep space in the corner, but they knew they didn't want
to fuck around with Steve. They started getting the rest of their clothing
together, and Richard got the rest of the beer from the refrigerator. Before
long, Steve was alone in the room with Dianne.
  He moved over to her corner, lifted her up, and sat her on the sill of the
large bay window. She looked up at him prettily, some of the haze disappearing
from her soft blue eyes, "Steve?"
  "Yeah, I made them all leave."
  "You didn't have to, you know... I didn't mind."
  "I didn't like the way you looked sitting there in the corner." Steve's
voice cracked just a little.
  "No, it was okay, I mean I wanted to join in, but I just CAN'T!" Dianne's
eyes widened.
  "Well... Why not?" Steve started thinking sinfully about the way Dianne
was seated gracefully before him, her hands in his.
  "Because I have to stay pure... For the man I really love."
  "That's very puritan of you." Steve looked disgusted.
  "No, really, it's important to me." Dianne looked at him pleadingly.
  "Well, do you know who this man is yet?" a selfish idea had presented itself
to Steve. Part of him really wanted to be the one to taste that purity. "I
mean, are you waiting until you're married or something?"
  "No, I don't know- well, sort of, I don't know! I can't marry him..."
  "Then why are you saving yourself for him? You don't know who he is, and
you won't marry him? This is weird."
  "I- I can't tell you... I'm so confused." Dianne sobbed softly.
  Steve held her close and put one arm around her waist, "Come on, Dianne,
cheer up. We're talking about simply having fun here, not the end of the
world."
  "But, I feel- I- Oh, I don't know what I feel!"
  "I know what I feel, Dianne, and it feels good." Steve slipped one hand
under her blouse. He felt her flesh quiver at his touch.
  "NO!" Dianne stood upright, "Get your hands OFF me!"
  Steve drew away, shocked.
  "Get out of my house!" Dianne pointed angrily at the door, "You just don't
understand!" She broke into a fit of sobbing.
  Steve grabbed his jacket off the sofa and ran toward the door. Before he
could grab the doorknob, it turned and the door opened before him. "Young man,
I think it's about time you went home," Dianne's father stepped into the
living room.
  "Oh, Daddy!" Dianne ran to her father, who caught her in a warm embrace.
  Steve took advantage of the opportunity to slip by Dianne's father, and
outside. He nearly ran into Dianne's mother, who was stepping up onto the
porch.
  "Dianne are you alright?" her mother stepped into the living room.
  "I'm just fine. Why are you home so early?"
  "Your mother got one of her migraines before we had finished our tour, so
we left early. Why don't you go up to bed, Dear?" Dianne's father kissed his
wife briefly on the forehead.
  "I intend to. Dianne, did you finish those dishes?"
  "Yeah Mom, I'll empty the dishwasher tonight."
  "Wonderful. Goodnight! I just have to lie down." Dianne's mother hung up
her coat, and went upstairs. Dianne clung to her father.
  "She didn't even ask why Steve left in such a hurry! She must be in really
bad shape." Dianne looked her father in the eye.
  "She'll be fine in the morning, she always is. But she is going to take one
of those tranquilizers to get to sleep." Her father held her by the shoulders.
"Dianne... I saw what happened in the window."
  Dianne tensed.
  "I'm very proud of what you did. And of the fact that you are keeping
yourself pure until the right man comes along."
  It might have been the excitement, or the marijuana, but something in Dianne
decided that the facade had gone on for too long. "Daddy..." she pulled herself
closer to him, "that man is you."
  Her father didn't show any visible reaction. Calmly, "I know, Dianne." and
he sought her lips with his own.
  The tension of the evening coalesced in Dianne's body into a pulsing energy
that left her melting in her father's arms. She tasted his mouth, and explored
it with her tongue. An insatiable need grew within her, and she ran her hands
down her father's chest.
  Kissing her, Dianne's father slowly unbuttoned his daughters blouse, and
smoothed his hands around her figure. She moaned and tore her blouse away.
Her brassiere unfastened easily between her father's practiced fingers, and
fell down her arms onto the floor. He gazed lustfully at her lush, perfectly
formed breasts. He bent over and tickled them with his tongue, feeling her
pulse with pleasure as her nipples hardened and shivered. He removed his coat,
letting it fall to the floor, then loosened his tie, and removed his shirt,
making sure not to break the contact between his mouth and his daughters
electrified tits.
  "Oooh Daddy, you don't know how many times I have dreamed of you doing this
to me..." Dianne's eyelids were closed tight, as if her pleasure might leak out
through her eyes.
  "Dianne, you don't know how hard it has been, watching you grow into such
a beautiful woman."
  "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" Dianne flowed up close to him, her mouth on his
neck, and plunged her hands inside his pants. She found his cock pointing
upward, hardly remaining inside his slacks. She unfastened his belt, and
unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to his knees. He slid his briefs
down his legs, and stepped out of his shoes, and then his pants. He stood
before her in an undershirt, and then that too was gone.
  He knelt before her and unfastened her tight blue jeans. The panties
underneath were soaking wet, and smelled wonderful. He buried his face in her
panties, and then slid them down over her hips.
  He faced her cunt and when she lifted her leg to wriggle out of her jeans,
he sunk his tongue into the space exposed. Her musky odor from the past hour
of excitement permeated his nose, and he breathed it in deeply, cock throbbing
with the urges that scent provoked within him. He reached one arm around her
thighs, and lifted, letting her fall back into his other arm. He then carried
her to the sofa, setting her down like a China doll, and then sending his
tongue deep within her cunt, searching, searching. Dianne shook with pleasure,
tiny orgasms building within her.
  Dianne ran her fingers through her hair, and then somehow without speaking,
they communicated with each other, and reacted as one person. Dianne turned
belly down on the sofa, and arched her back, lifting her cunt in the air.
Behind her, her father, shot his tongue between her cheeks to her asshole and
circled it teasingly, as his fingers caressed her cunt from beneath. As much
as she wanted to rock her hips furiously, she kept them placed where he
could give her the most pleasure. The pleasure built and built, until it
seemed as though the fury within her would erupt any moment, when she spasmed
uncontrollably, and the secretions between her legs flowed like a river.
  Feeling relieved, but not at all finished, she sat upright, turned around and
found her father already in position, feeding her his cock. It was bigger,
redder, and better than she had ever dreamed. She swallowed it's length
wholeheartedly, sending it deep down her throat, so that she nearly gagged,
and then pulling it out, to tease it with her tongue. Her father's face was
contorted with restrained pleasure. He was holding it in for her, waiting
for the right moment. After teasing his cock until it seemed that it might
physically explode, she reclined back on the sofa, legs bent and spread wide
apart, wanting her father to penetrate her.
  "I've never been fucked before, Daddy..." Dianne whispered, eyes closed,
"Please fuck me, Daddy, please..."
  Her father didn't hesitate, he saw his daughter lying before him, legs
spread wide, her pink, wet, cunt almost mouthing its desire for him, and
he slammed his cock into her with the fury of a man aroused beyond belief.
She wrapped herself around him, and took each thrust deep into her body.
The sofa bounced with the violence of their passion. She felt a sharp tearing
pain when he first entered her, but it was overcome by the feeling his cock
brought to life within her. One hand teased her clit while the other dug it's
nails into her father's back. He was waiting. Waiting for her to come.
  And she knew she would soon. She felt it growing inside her faster and
faster. Her fluids splashed out of her cunt every time her father rammed his
cock into her, and the orgasm she had felt when he teased her with his tongue
was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. She felt HIS orgasm. And she
knew he felt hers. It was something she had never dreamed possible, yet it was
as real as the sweat that dripped from her lithe body.
  It swirled within her. A volcanic eruption about to spew forth its magma.
But this time the lava was of a different sort. It pulsed, it grew, and it
tensed within her, as every muscle in her body felt the pleasure directly.
And it burst. It burst out from every part of her. Swamping her with pleasure
beyond words. And she knew her father felt it, too. She knew that at this
moment he was pumping her full of his semen, that she was draining him, and
herself, and that things would never be the same between them. She smiled at
him as the final tremors flickered over her body, and he rested his head on
her breasts, breathing deeply.
  They lay enmeshed until morning.
  Good morning, Daddy.
