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rape at the beginning, she knew she had really wanted his cock.
After playing a bit of music she took one last glance at herself in the mirror. Her ripe tits were easily
visible through the nightie, and her nipples stood out starkly.
She nodded, admiring her own beauty. She had been approached thousands of times while she and
Ronny had gone on tour. She had ignored them, but now, with the joys of sex open to her, she would
find it harder to do. But at least Ronny would be with her. And they could fuck all the way across the
nation as they went on their tours.
She turned off the record player at nine o'clock. Ronny would surely be in his room. She opened the
door carefully and listened carefully. She heard a muffled sound coming from her parents' room. She
wondered what it could be. She knew her father was sleeping on the couch. She walked gingerly to the
door, and placed her ear against it. She heard Ronny braying out his lusty yell as he came. Her mother
was fucking Ronny! It was wild to imagine, but she thought for a minute. If she had really fucked her
own brother, like Dad said, then, why should she worry about fucking one of her own sons?
Mary shrugged her shoulders and walked back toward her room. She wasn't in the least bit jealous. But
she was horny, and had looked forward to feeling Ronny's nice, big, fat cock sliding up her honey hole.
She jerked her head around as she heard her mother join Ronny's braying. She smiled.
A thought crossed her mind then. If Ronny could fuck his mother, why couldn't she fuck her father?
She'd fucked both of her brothers, and had loved every second of it. And the sight of her nubile young
body would certainly send her father's blood to racing if he was really fucking the daughters of his
business partners, like mother said. She smiled wickedly and decided to try it.
Mary walked down the stairs, pausing to glance down. She saw her father working his way through a
bottle of Scotch. Good, she thought, that'll make him more hot-blooded.
She strode into the room, and walked over to her father. "Hello, Dad," she said demurely.
Fred Desmond looked up and stared at the lovely sight of his daughter standing not more than a yard
from him. She was wearing a transparent gown, and he could see all the womanly attributes she'd
developed since the years he'd seen her skinny-dipping in the ranch lake. She'd been nine then, and it
had caused him to realize he'd be loosing her soon.
"Hello," he answered. "What can I do for you, princess?"
"I thought I'd ask the same question," she smiled. She sat by her father, making sure the belt on her
gown got a little loose, and exposed a lot of her lovely tit flesh. "You and Mom have sure been arguing a
lot lately."
"Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later," he said. He gulped another stiff shot of Scotch. It burned
all the way down. "I know it must be a shock to you, but your mother's been having sex with her own
brother!"
"I don't really see what's all that wrong with it if you've been fooling around on her," Mary answered.
"Well, that's different," he snapped. He gazed at the lovely sight of one of his daughter's tits hanging free.
The nipple was hard and stiff, and he wondered what she really had on her mind.
"How?" she asked. "How is it different for you to fuck around, and then she does it, too? So ... she
fucks her brother. What's so bad about that? If you're both so hot-blooded, why don't you both just
give in to the urges, and don't fight it?"
Fred looked at his demure, pretty daughter with a surprised open mouth. He'd never thought he'd live
to see the day when his daughter would talk like a truck driver. "You don't know what you're talking
about! I'm talking about incest!"
"Have you ever tried it?" she asked. She opened her robe all the way, and stared at her father with
faintly gleaming eyes. "Want to?"
"My God!" Fred gasped out. He stared at the lush bush on his daughter's loins, and then gulped. He
placed the glass on the table and then slowly stood up. He undid his shirt. "If you want to fuck, we'll
fuck!"
Mary smiled deeply. She was horny enough to fuck a mule, and now she was going to be fucked by her
dad. It would be wonderful! She could already feel her pussy lips start to swell with hot, lusty blood.
The juices started welling up in her cunt and oozing out of her hole.
She stood up and slipped out of her robe. It fell to her feet, and she moved the table out of the way of
the couch. The couch could be made into a nice, soft bed. Mary didn't want to fuck on the rough couch
covers, but when it folded out, there was a nice, clean bed, and her father could fuck her there.
Fred quickly stripped. The sight of his daughter standing there naked and warm, ready to fuck, sent his
drunken mind reeling. He slipped free of his pants, and thought again of all the young girls he'd fucked at
the club house. He could tell that his daughter wasn't a virgin. She had been too blunt, too demanding to
be anything but hornier than hell. And he was about to grant her wish. He dropped his briefs, and his
nine-inch cock sprang free.
"Ooooo!" Mary clapped her hands at the sight of her father's nine inches of stiff, hard, cock meat. She
wanted to reach out and touch it, but the bed came first. She threw the cushions to the floor, and then
lifted the handle. Her father stepped to the side, and the bed came folding out. He helped her fold it
completely out, and then she crawled upon the clean sheets, her ass wiggling at her father's shocked face.
"Let's get this show on the road!" Mary exclaimed.
Fred shook his head, making sure he wasn't dreaming, and then joined his daughter. He couldn't recall
another girl he'd ever met that was as eager to be fucked as Mary. It made him wonder if his own hot
nature had been passed on to his children. And how many of them were this hot? It was a puzzle he
was determined to figure out.
"Get that juicy ass of yours over here!" Fred ordered.
Mary wriggled her way to her father and lay beside him, her nipples standing out from her tits. The twin [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]