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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike31 Cosby MFf inc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 20:19:50 GMT



COSBY: The Daughter Never Knocks Twice

By Uncle Mike


     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 darkness. "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 approached 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, pulling 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 rejecting 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 managed 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 sandwich 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 direction, 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 position. Her 
mind was ablaze and she shook her head, trying 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 enticed 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 concentrated 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 straddled 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 whispered, 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 small. 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 beginning 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 cumming! 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 soaking-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?"


