Mindy's Introduction To?
by Bruce Flores
(TFB-154)


FOREWORD 

When Curt Reynolds spotted his own daughter in bed with a man, his initial 
impulse was to rush in and physically attack the male pursuer. 

Before doing anything hasty, however, Curt waited long enough to coolly 
reflect on what the best course of action would be. He finally decided that 
it would be both foolhardy and unfair to attack young Hal Grady, who was 
having sex with his lovely, sixteen-year-old daughter Mindy. 

For one thing, Curt could see that Mindy was enjoying it, and probably was 
at least half responsible for the act taking place. For another, Curt knew 
that attacking a young teenager would not solve anything, most particularly 
in the area of curbing his daughter's sexual appetite. 

What Curt had trouble confronting was that there was an overpowering reason 
surpassing the aforementioned two as to why he did not want to burst in on 
the couple. Curt was carried away by the erotic sight before his eyes, most 
particularly the loveliness of his well built, red-haired young daughter. 

Curt realized only too well that, his wife Sally, good looking though she 
was, lacked the desires he possessed when it came to erotic activity. 

When Curt finally made a move, the act had been completed between Mindy and 
Hal, and now it was his turn. After telling Hal to leave the house, Curt 
began to think in ever glowing sexual terms toward his own daughter. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

The longer that Hal Grady remained in Mindy Reynolds' presence, the bigger 
the ideas he got. 

He had taken the lovely, red-haired young eleventh-grader to a high school 
dance, and now they were having a soda at a restaurant just a few blocks 
away from the school. 

At seventeen, Hal, a tall, blond-haired young man, was one year older than 
his date, and a senior at the high school. All he knew was that every time 
he looked into Cindy's bright blue eyes his penis became that much harder. 
He had been pursuing her for quite some time, and he felt that in the last 
few weeks he had been gradually wearing down her resistance. 

As soon as they finished their sodas, he reached underneath the table and 
grabbed Mindy's thigh. He touched it firmly, causing her body to wiggle 
slightly in response to what he was doing. 

"You've a very bold one," Mindy told him. 

"Naturally I am. I like touching your leg. You're such a beautiful chick." 

"Then take your hand away if you like me. I don't like being hustled in that 
way." 

Immediately he removed his hand. 

"What's the matter? We know each other pretty well. What's wrong with me 
taking an occasional liberty or two?" 

"It's just not my way of playing the game." 

"All right, I'm sorry," he said with a tone of apology. 

"Let's just forget about it." 

They got up from the table and walked back to his Ford Pinto. They climbed 
into the car, and as Hal began driving down one of the main streets of town, 
his sexual urges became more acute than ever. His huge erection was telling 
him one thing-that he ought to involve himself in some sex quickly, just as 
long as his gorgeous young friend would go along with it. 

He drove her toward the outskirts of town. There was a spot up in the hills 
where a lot of the kids from the high school would go to engage in 
passionate sex interludes. He hoped that Mindy would not ask him what he was 
doing before he actually had an opportunity to make his move. Hal realized 
that he was proceeding on thin ice. For one thing, Mindy was not the type of 
girl who was going to be taken easily. She was insistent upon a young man 
paying the proper amount of attention to her, and going through a long 
period of getting acquainted before they would actually make a move in one 
another's direction. 

That was Mindy's way of doing it, but her attitude was not shared by Hal. He 
was hot and aggressive and wanted to have sex with a young woman whenever 
the urge hit him. He had had a good deal of success with other girls he 
knew. A number of them were not as stubborn as Mindy. But the challenge of 
Mindy made him that much more desirous of having her. He knew that she was 
no easy mark, and if he could score with Mindy, Hal decided, then he would 
be accomplishing a great deal. 

Soon they arrived on the mountainous road that led to the high school 
lover's lane. At that point Mindy became aware of what was happening. 

"Now just where are we going?" she asked skeptically. 

"I'm just taking you out for a little drive. Don't you enjoy the country?" 

"Come on now. If I could believe that that was all you were doing, that 
would be one thing. But I don't believe you. No, you're doing something 
else. You want to take me where the kids go. Isn't that right?" 

"You ask too many questions," Hal laughed. "Just relax, honey. Take it easy. 
Everything is gonna be fine." 

A few minutes later his Pinto was winding its way around the slender 
mountainous road that led to the lover's lane. He soon stopped the car 
behind a clump of trees. It was a romantic setting, Hal observed. Things 
were very quiet, but through it all you could hear the sounds of the 
crickets chirping. 

"Why are we stopping here?" Mindy asked challengingly. 

"It's so nice and peaceful." 

"Next thing you know you're gonna tell me that you stopped because you like 
to hear the sounds of the crickets." 

"So what's wrong with crickets?" 

"They're fine, but I can't believe that's why you stopped." 

Hal realized that he couldn't carry things any further without levelling. He 
had been waiting for the right opportunity. He would have preferred easing 
into things a little more gradually, but there was no way for him to employ 
that approach. Not with Mindy having questioned him so thoroughly. 

So Hal reached out with both hands. He let his fingers slide soothingly on 
top of Mindy's head. He let his fingers project against her smooth, soft 
hair. Back and forth he asserted his fingers, allowing them to slide against 
her hair. He kept up his steady finger stroking for a few moments, after 
which he released his fingers. 

As Hal smiled, he observed how his hands were trembling. His heart pounded 
relentlessly, and he felt the desire to reach out and kiss his beautiful 
girl friend. He reached out and allowed his lips to press against Mindy's. 
He let them lock for several long seconds, after which he removed them. 

"I love touching your lips," he said. "I want to kiss you again." 

Once more he projected his lips forward. This time they twisted and plunged 
even more effectively than before. His lips remained firmly pressed against 
hers for several long seconds, after which he removed them. It made Hal feel 
extra good to know that he was pushing his lips ever so thoroughly against 
hers, and was finding no objection. It bothered him to think that he would 
have to actually fight to make love to such a gorgeous creature. From the 
first time that he had taken Mindy out, it had been Hal's intention to go to 
bed with her. He knew, however, that he had no easy task ahead of him. Time 
had proven him correct, but as his heart pounded and as his lips remained 
pressed against Mindy's, Hal decided that maybe the fates had finally 
intervened on his side. 

After a lengthy pursuit of her, just maybe he was going to achieve what he 
had wanted to. 

He slipped his tongue forward this time, letting it slide toward her mouth. 

"Open up your mouth, Mindy," he told her. "Open it nice and wide. I want to 
French with you. I want to drive my tongue inside your mouth. You're gonna 
enjoy that, sweetheart. You're gonna really dig it. You're gonna love those 
sensations that I'm gonna employ. I'm gonna work my tongue back and forth 
inside of your mouth." 

He projected his tongue forward with one swift, decisive thrust. Pretty soon 
his tongue was wielding inside of her mouth. Back and forth he effectively 
asserted it, and the quicker that it danced, the heavier that Mindy's 
breathing became. It made Hal feel good to recognize just how eagerly she 
was responding to his movements. Her whole body began to dance back and 
forth as his tongue kept on working with supreme diligence, thrusting 
against her tongue. He enjoyed every devastating stab, and the longer that 
his tongue penetrated against hers, the better that he enjoyed it. He began 
to step up his pace that much more briskly, letting his tongue slide with 
great desire against hers as he worked himself into that much greater a 
state of passion. 

When Hal removed his tongue from his girl friend's mouth, he reached out and 
ran his fingers through her hair. He worked his fingers slowly in the 
beginning, but pretty soon he was driving them more vigorously than he had 
before. Back and forth his fingers kept on colliding with her hair, and as 
they did, his tongue worked ever deeper inside her mouth. 

A few strokes later, he removed his tongue from her mouth. 

Now that he had Frenched with her several times, he was in a greater state 
of excitement than ever. He looked down at his crotch, observing the huge 
erection that he sported. Hal knew that he just had to get his cock off, and 
hoped that he would have the opportunity to do so very shortly. 

He reached out and began to unbutton the back of Mindy's dress. She would 
have objected a few minutes earlier, but no longer. As his trembling fingers 
began to employ themselves, removing each and every button, she heaved a 
deep sigh. 

"I can't believe what you're doing to me," Mindy said. "This is all 
happening so fast." 

His fingers kept on colliding with her buttons. When he finished unbuttoning 
her dress, he reached out and tugged at her dress. He pulled at it, sliding 
it over her head. 

As he removed her dress, Hal looked at his lover's beautiful body and 
smiled. Mindy was lying there on the front seat of the automobile wearing 
nothing but her panties and bra. As she lay there, her legs trembling, he 
knew he had to finish the job and take off everything. He wanted her totally 
nude, so he could examine her beautiful body limb by limb. 

Hal's breathing became noticeably heavier as he reached out with both hands 
and undid his lover's bra straps. He tugged at the straps several times, 
then removed her bra. He reached out with both hands and began to clutch at 
her warm, solid breasts. Back and forth his fingers steadily manipulated 
against her hot tits. Ever so eagerly he clutched, and the longer his 
fingers came into contact with her beautiful breasts, the more aroused he 
became. Hal's heart began to pump with great ferocity as his fingers worked 
around her tits. A few strokes later, Hal removed his fingers from her 
breasts. He pushed his tongue forward. 

He allowed it to penetrate against her hot left tit. Back and forth he drove 
his tongue, letting it slide with great diligence and joy against her 
breast. 

Back and forth Hal's tongue kept surging as it worked against her hot 
breast. Ever so eagerly he kept up his action, maneuvering his tongue, 
letting it plunge ever so devastatingly against her hot tit. A few strokes 
later, he removed his tongue from her left breast. He then worked it over 
toward her right tit. With the same degree of conviction and desire, Hal 
went to work. His tongue kept on driving against her warm tit As he 
manipulated his tongue, he could see just how rapidly she was moving her 
body. She was quickly responding to everything that he was doing. It made 
Hal feel extra good to know that lovely Mindy was reacting in the right way. 
She was no longer overwhelmed or overawed by what was happening. She was 
able to respond in the proper intelligent fashion to what he was doing. 

By the time that he finished stroking her tits, he had left a steady trail 
of saliva over both breasts. Hal reached out and let his fingers clutch 
sharply against her tits. He held onto her hot breasts firmly for several 
strokes, then suddenly released them. He reached down with both hands, 
letting his fingers go to work against her panties. He snapped his fingers 
against the elastic which held them together several times. He then grabbed 
hold of the panties and began to slide them down her legs. He worked them 
skillfully, then tugged them off of her altogether. 

He reached out and let the fingers of his right hand begin to slide over 
Mindy's pussy. Her legs trembled and she looked at him fearfully. 

"I didn't know you were gonna go this far," she sighed. "Please, let's not 
take it any further. We're in the open. We could get arrested." 

"It'll never happen," he shook his head. "I purposely parked away from the 
main part of the lover's lane. Nobody ever comes up here. I've checked it 
out, baby." 

"Have you taken other girls up here?" 

"Let's not talk about that," he grinned with embarrassment. "I don't want to 
talk about anybody else right now. Nobody else counts as far as I'm 
concerned. The only thing that really means anything is us. We count, 
nothing else. Just remember that." 

He reached down with his hand, letting his fingers collide with her pussy. 
Back and forth he steadily worked his fingers, enjoying every stroke that he 
supplied to her hot mound. 

"You're really fingering me," she sighed. "I can feel it." "Does it itch?" 

"I'm red hot down there. My pussy feels like it's ready to explode. Darling, 
it really feels good when you touch me that way. You're really exciting me." 

"I figured you'd say something like that," he laughed. "So keep expecting 
it." 

His fingers kept on pushing and probing against her hot snatch. Back and 
forth he worked them, letting them project eagerly against her hot mound. A 
few strokes later, he removed his fingers from her pussy. Hal watched as 
Mindy's body kept on instinctively moving back and forth. He could see that 
she was reacting in just the way he had hoped. 

"You liked that movement," he said. 

"I sure did. I wish you'd do it again. Come on, please finger my mound. 
Finger it a second time." 

"Okay, darling, I will. I can see you want it." 

"It was silly of me to be fighting any of this," Mindy acknowledged. 

"Yes, it was. Particularly when you really wanted it." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Before Hal launched into some more finger action against his lover's pussy, 
he reached out once more with his tongue. 

Hal projected his tongue speedily forward, sliding it inside of Mindy's 
mouth. He let his tongue connect with even greater rapidity than before. 
Back and forth he worked it with devastating precision, sliding and grinding 
it against her tongue. A few convincing strokes later, he removed his 
tongue. As he did, he reached down and let his fingers clasp against Mindy's 
beautiful buttocks. He wanted to touch those firm, hot globes of flesh, 
which he had dreamed of for so long. The longer and faster that he clutched 
his fingers against them, the more impressed it all made him. 

He fingered her buttocks for a few more strokes, then let his fingers slide 
downward toward her thighs. He held on sharply to her hot thighs, gripping 
them with both hands. He kept on gripping them for a few more moments, 
enjoying the fact that she was reacting so briskly. Her whole body kept 
darting back and forth, spinning ever so gracefully as he held onto her 
thighs. When Hal removed his fingers from Mindy's thighs, he decided that it 
was time to go back to the pussy fingering. 

"Come on, finger my snatch," Mindy told him. "Just move your fingers, my 
dear. Really let them clutch against my snatch. Come on, baby." 

He nodded and smiled, happy that Mindy was reacting so excitedly to what he 
was doing. So he reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to 
collide with her mound. Back and forth he asserted his fingers, letting them 
maneuver even more quickly than he had before. Ever so zealously he put his 
fingers to work, letting them connect with her hot mound. A few strokes 
later, he removed his fingers from her hot snatch. 

"Now I'm gonna go down on you," he told her. "I've got to eat your glorious 
mound. That's gonna excite the hell out of you. I'm sure you've been eaten 
many times." 

"Not so often," Mindy shook her head. "I haven't been out with that many 
boys. And most of them I haven't let take liberties with me." 

"Then just hang on, my sweet, because I'm gonna give you all kinds of 
beautiful sensations. You just wait." 

As Hal reached out and grabbed Mindy's buttocks, letting his fingers slide 
over them ever so thoroughly, he pushed .his tongue forward. He let it 
connect against her clitoris. Back and forth he worked his tongue a few 
times in rapid succession. He loved letting it collide with her clit. He let 
it drive splendidly against her clitoris for a few strokes, then decided 
that it was time to let his tongue connect with her mound. So he pushed his 
tongue forward, allowing it to drive smoothly against her pussy. Ever so 
eagerly he approached her pussy. His tongue kept on working with splendid 
grace and ease against her hot snatch. Back and forth he maneuvered with it, 
sliding it against her pussy. 

The quicker that Hal employed his tongue, the faster that her whole body 
projected back and forth. It wiggled ever so spiritedly as he clutched at 
her buttocks, holding on firmly. He kept on driving his tongue, sliding it 
with classic ease against her mound. The longer that Hal sucked out her 
pussy, the deeper that he pushed his tongue as he projected it inside of her 
hot gash. All the while her body was wiggling, trembling rapidly, twisting 
back and forth under the spirited impact of his devastating tongue strokes. 

"You're driving me wild with your tongue," Mindy sighed. "You're really good 
at it. Keep working it. Baby, ahhh, Hal, you're so good. Come on, suck my 
mound. Blast' away with your tongue." 

Hal had believed Mindy when she had told him that she had allowed few young 
men to be in the position he now was in at that moment. It made him delight 
in knowing that he was succeeding where so many other young men had 
undoubtedly failed. He kept on projecting his tongue forward, pushing and 
plunging it into her snatch. Ever so spiritedly he kept up his searing, 
surging pace, working his tongue deep inside her hot gash as he projected it 
with every ounce of enthusiasm that he could possibly generate. 

Back and forth he kept on wielding his tongue, sliding it spectacularly 
against her hot mound as he moved her ever closer to the point of a great 
climax. 

Ever so zealously he kept on working, driving his tongue against her hot 
mound. He kept blasting away with his tongue, projecting it eagerly, sliding 
it into her hot pit as he pushed her ever closer to the point of orgasm. Her 
whole body kept on wiggling as he drove his tongue with great speed. Her 
buttocks were wiggling back and forth as she bounced up and down on the 
front seat of the car. 

"What tongue action," she sighed. "You're really working it. You're getting 
me so enthused. Oh, I can feel the itch. I can feel it tremendously. You're 
really plunging with your tongue. I love the way you're doing it. Just keep 
it going, darling. Keep working it." 

He kept sliding his tongue inside of her pussy, working it with great speed 
as he pushed her that much nearer. A few strokes later, he knew, the juices 
would be shooting from her snatch. He was poised and ready, awaiting the 
first few droplets of pussy juice that he knew would soon be penetrating 
from her mound. He could hear the sounds of the seat springs jangling as he 
kept on tonguing her, driving himself furiously as he pushed and probed his 
hot, aroused tongue ever deeper into her ever willing snatch. 

A few timely strokes later, he knew just how closely she was drawing. So he 
kept on working his tongue, sliding it with stupendous skill, doing his 
utmost to bring her off. 

Pretty soon her body was spasming back and forth more eagerly than ever. As 
he kept sinking his tongue into her hot love pit, he could hear nothing but 
the sounds of her heavy breathing. A few strokes later, she was unable to 
withhold her juices any longer. They just had to ignite from her mound and 
shoot into his mouth. 

"Just get ready," she warned him. "I've got an avalanche stored up, baby. 
You're gonna swallow my stuff. I know you are. You like my mound. Your 
tongue reacts so beautifully to it. So here we go. This is so nice. I love 
it. Come on, baby. Suck, come on, suck." 

As her hips kept twisting back and forth, the juices were about ready to 
shoot from her pussy. Her hips swung and she heaved a loud gasp as the 
juices started to shoot from her hot snatch. 

Hal's tongue remained in place. He kept on working it, projecting it back 
and forth as he swallowed the droplets of pussy juice that shot from her 
mound. 

He swallowed every drop of her joy juice, then released his tongue from her 
pussy. He looked down at his lover, smiling at her beautifully. 

"I hope that I gave you a good time of it," he said. "I think that's a good 
opening exercise." 

"You did. Could you do me one more favor?" 

"I'd be glad to do you plenty of favors. As a matter of fact, that's one of 
the reasons why I'm here." 

"I'm still itching. My pussy is still alive with excitement, honey. I'd like 
for you to suck it again. Would that be too much to ask for?" 

"It wouldn't at all. As a matter of fact, I'd love to do it for you. I'd 
love to stick my hot tongue inside your gash again." 

"Do it for me." 

Hal nodded and smiled. It made him feel good to know that he had matters 
pretty well under control. Mindy was highly aroused, and was willing to 
accommodate him. He could see that if he just provided her with a little 
more in the way of satisfaction that she would be in turn ready to 
accommodate him in different ways. It was his fervent desire to suck her off 
a second time, then to go into some stimulating fucking. He wanted to drive 
his cock forward inside her. 

He pushed his tongue down between her legs. As he made his move, Hal reached 
out and clutched at her thighs. He held onto them firmly and parted them, 
after which he drove his tongue downward toward her hot gash. Her body 
wiggled back and forth as he started to work ever so skillfully. His tongue 
pushed and pressed against her hot snatch. She loved the feeling of his 
tongue winding its way around her pubic hairs. She enjoyed every devastating 
movement that he put forward. 

At first he concentrated on her wet snatch hairs, but a few strokes later 
Hal was pushing and probing his tongue as deeply as he knew how inside of 
her pussy. He kept blasting away, driving his tongue into her hot furnace of 
passion. The quicker that he manipulated his tongue, employing it ever so 
skillfully, the faster that her body began to manipulate as it slid back and 
forth. She enjoyed the steady, stirring tongue strokes that he employed as 
he kept brilliantly asserting himself, sliding his tongue inside of her hot 
pussy. A few strokes later, he knew, he would be pushing her to the very 
brink of climax. So he kept right at it, enhancing his movements, driving 
his spirited tongue with great fury as it pushed and shoved inside her hot 
snatch. 

"Just keep it working," she told him. "I like the way your tongue's working. 
I like the way you're driving it. Baby, you've got a nice tongue. You're 
gonna bring me off again. You really know how to excite a girl." 

Hal recognized that her statement was true. He felt as if, after this suck 
was over, he could get her to do just about anything that he desired. 

He would still have to nurse her along a little, but once he had put her 
into this torrid a state of passion, he knew, then things would be 
developing at a much brisker pace. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

All the while, Hal kept on steadily employing his tongue. 

The longer that he asserted it inside of her moist, willing mound, the 
greater the degree of recognition that surfaced within him as to how he was 
going to screw her. He could see that her resistance was departing with 
every brisk stroke that he sent forth. He kept on wielding his hot tongue 
inside of her box, working it with great skill, sliding it inside her pussy 
as his fingers kept maneuvering against her buttocks. 

A few timely strokes later, the juices were about ready to spray from her 
snatch. She knew that it would take only a few more strokes in order to 
bring her off. So she kept on wielding her body back and forth, looking 
forward to every glorious intrusion on the part of his long, wet, hungry red 
tongue. 

"Just finish me off," she cried out in a hoarse tone. "You've got to do it. 
Keep your tongue gliding, baby. Keep sticking it inside my box." 

As Hal moved Mindy that much closer again, he reached out and grabbed her 
hot buttocks. He let his fingers glide around them, and as he did, he kept 
stabbing, working his tongue with forceful determination against her snatch. 
A few timely tongue strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from her 
pussy. So he kept on driving his tongue, picking up the scent, recognizing 
just how close he had her to that grand moment. 

A few seconds later, her body began to jerk and spin ever so crazily. She 
worked it back and forth, heaving a deep gasp as the juices started to shoot 
from her hot snatch. They sprayed inside his mouth, and as he caught the 
droplets of joy juice, he reached out and clutched her buttocks. He held on 
ever so firmly as he swallowed the juices. He then removed his tongue from 
her snatch. 

"That's what I call nice," he said. "I have different ways of massaging your 
pussy. I massaged it with my tongue a couple of times, and now I want to 
massage it in a different way. I want to drive my hot spear inside you, 
baby. I want to really plunge it. I want to really slide my stick inside 
your pussy. I want to go off inside your hot snatch." 

"Baby, I don't know. That's going further than I was intending to." 

"I know. The pussy sucking was further than you intended to. Coming out here 
was further than you intended to. Come on, baby. Every time that you brought 
down your guard, you've had that much more fun. Now I'm determined to plunge 
my stick inside your hot pussy. I want to go off inside your mound." 

Mindy could tell from the look of determination on Hal's face that he wasn't 
about to settle for anything other than what he wanted. Darkness was falling 
more heavily than ever outside, and she could still hear the sounds of the 
crickets. It did, she had to admit, make for a romantic setting, and Hal was 
ready to take advantage of every aspect of that situation. 

He reached down with his right hand, letting his fingers glide smoothly 
inside of her pussy. Ever so eagerly he let his fingers penetrate against 
her snatch. Back and forth he worked them. A few strokes later, he removed 
his fingers from her hot mound. He was ready to employ his cock inside her 
pussy. He wanted to work it with great desire, to let it slide and slash 
inside of her mound as he brought himself toward orgasm. 

Before Hal launched into his penetrating activities, he reached out and 
clutched at her breasts. He loved touching them, and it gave him that much 
more inspiration for the screw at hand. When he moved his fingers from her 
breasts, he reached down and toyed with his cock. He let his fingers move 
smoothly up and down his hot dick. When he removed his fingers from hi? 
pecker, he decided that he was ready to launch into the screw. He was 
determined to slide his hot dick forward, to let it push and plunge against 
her spirited mound. 

He could see from the way that her body was twisting that he had succeeded 
in removing a lot of the fears from her. Now he would just have to go to 
work with his steely cock, working it as a blunt instrument as he pushed it 
back and forth inside her pussy. He would fuck her until every droplet of 
cock juice had escaped from his tool. He was looking forward to driving his 
penis at top speed. He wanted to project it eagerly, to slam it with steady, 
repetitious skill against her hot mound. 

Before he launched into the actual fuck, he let his fingers slide around 
inside of her now-exceedingly wet nest. He touched her clitoris a few times, 
which caused her body to propel back and forth. She heaved a loud gasp. 

"You're driving me wild with that motion," she said. 

"Of course I am," he laughed. "I'm turning you on, baby doll." 

When he removed his fingers from her hot mound, Hal was all set to proceed 
with the cock stabbing. He wanted to fuck her snatch, to drive his cock 
diligently inside her pussy and blast away at her fiery furnace until the 
juices shot from his dick. 

He reached down and grabbed her thighs. His fingers clutched at them, and as 
he held on sharply, he threw his penis into high gear. He penetrated forward 
with his cock, letting it project inside her pussy. He let his hot cock stab 
at a brisk pace. Ever so eagerly he drove it inside of her nest. He slid it 
back and forth, working it spiritedly, propelling it with great eagerness 
and desire as he worked it inside of her mound. 

"Just fling your hips back and forth," Hal exclaimed. "That'll get you more 
excited. Really work them. Rotate your hips. Come on, honey, let's really 
make a beautiful fuck out of this." 

As Hal kept on knifing her mound, driving his cock forward with steady 
regularity as it pushed inside of her pussy, her whole body began to wiggle. 
She enjoyed the probing movements that he put forth. At first it hurt her a 
little to receive his jolting stabs, but before long she was acclimated to 
the pace. Her body kept grinding, her hips swinging back and forth as Hal 
sustained his pace. He kept blasting with his cock, working it with surging 
passion as he kept grinding it that much deeper inside of her pussy. 

A few quick strokes later, the juices were about set to shoot from his 
mound. He was unable to keep up that kind of accelerated pace for very long. 
He was much too excited over what was happening. His cock kept on finding 
the range, driving back and forth with sheer sensual delight. 

While Hal kept up his steady penis attack, he reached out with both hands 
and grabbed at her breasts. His fingers kept on probing and stabbing as they 
clutched at her tits. All the while he continued his grinding pace, working 
his cock forward, letting it drive ever so assertively inside of her pussy. 
A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be spurting from the end of 
his long, hot tool. So he kept it up, blasting hard, driving his penis 
forward as it kept on pushing and stabbing against his lover's mound. Her 
body kept wiggling and dancing as he fucked her, driving with great skill, 
pumping with frantic desire as Hal moved himself ever closer to that grand 
moment of climax when the spurting juices would shoot from the end of his 
long hard tool and into her waiting mound. 

A few hot, effective cock stabs later, the juices were ready to spray from 
his cock. As he kept blasting, he recognized from the way that her hips were 
twisting, that his lover was coming close to juicing in her own right. 

"Baby, I like your blasts," she said. "Just keep it up." 

"This is great target practice," he laughed. "As a matter of fact, I love 
it. I love every bit of it." 

"Sure thing. Keep sending your tool into me. Come on, baby, grind it. 
Darling, fuck me. Come on, fuck my pussy. Keep fucking it. Keep slamming it. 
Ohhh, what a nice cock. I like the way you're grinding it into me." 

It pleased Hal enormously to see just how far his lover had come. She had 
been opposed to the idea of fucking at all at one time, but there she was, 
ready to experience every bit of sensual delight that he was willing to 
provide for her. He kept on letting his cock blast and surge as it pushed 
inside of her mound. He worked his cock convincingly, stabbing it inside of 
her pussy. A few hot blasts later, the juices began to spray from her 
snatch. As they did, her hips rolled back and forth and she heaved a deep 
gasp. 

As she kept on sighing, Hal sustained his pace. The fact that she juiced 
caused him to feel that much more excitement as his cock kept driving 
forward with piston-like precision. He stabbed her as deeply as he knew how, 
overjoyed that she had gotten this excited. He kept on plunging his tool, 
sending it with great desire deep inside her pussy as he worked ever nearer. 
Pretty soon he reached out and gripped her buttocks. He clutched at them for 
a few strokes, then slapped at her ass cheeks with his open hands. His cock 
kept blasting all the while, driving with surging impact as he fucked her 
sharply. His penis kept on driving, gliding ever so eagerly as he moved ever 
nearer to the point of a passionate climax. 

A few swift, determined strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from 
his cock. He could feel the tremendous itch that was surfacing in his balls, 
and he knew that there would be no more waiting. The hot, savory droplets of 
snowy white jissum would be spurting from the end of his hard spear and into 
her snatch. So he kept right on blasting, shoving his cock back and forth as 
he prepared to unload every droplet of hot juice inside her. 

A few quick thrusts later, the juices began to surge from his cock and into 
her mound. Back and forth he kept on plunging, sending his steely tool into 
her hot mound, blasting for everything that he was worth as the cock 
droplets sprayed from the end of his pecker and into her waiting pussy. 

"It feels so damned good," he exclaimed. "This is fucking. This is beautiful 
screwing. I love it." 

His hips kept on shoving back and forth, and as he did he heaved a sigh. His 
cock kept on penetrating, pushing and plunging as he watched the steady 
stream of hot white cock juices spraying from the end of his lengthy pecker. 

"What a fuck," he told her. "Baby, you really put it all together." "Yes, I 
did, but I had the right partner," he laughed. 

At that point of the action, Mindy was certain that her lover Hal had 
enough. But she did not know him as well as she thought she did. 

The next thing Mindy knew, just as she was anticipating putting her clothes 
back on, she observed him letting the fingers of both hands slide up and 
down his long tool, which had diminished in size very little from the time 
of orgasm. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"I'm going to fuck you again." 

"You're too much, Hal." 

"I just juiced once," he grinned. "It was just like you. You wanted seconds 
in your twat. You wanted me to suck you there twice. Now I want to go off 
twice in your mound." 

"I guess that's fair enough," Mindy nodded. 

"Sure it is." 

To insure himself of getting her excited all over again, Hal reached out 
with his right hand. He let his fingers tickle her clitoris several times, 
after which he removed them. Now he was all set to go to work with his long 
cock. He wanted to drive it with skill and grace inside of her pussy. 

Hal reached out and clutched at her legs. He loved touching her warm, firm 
thighs as he shoved his penis forward. He let it clutch and grab against her 
mound. She tightened her cunt muscles and flipped her body back and forth, 
meeting his intense forward stabs as he fucked her. He kept driving his tool 
forward, slamming it repeatedly inside of her pussy as Hal worked his way 
ever closer to another orgasm. 

His cock kept on driving sharply, pushing rapidly, sliding inside her hot 
mound. The quicker that his pace became, the more eager he also became to 
unload every droplet of cock juice that shot from the end of his tool. So he 
kept right on asserting himself, pushing his cock forward as he slid his 
tool inside her mound. He kept ramming his dick hard, penetrating it inside 
her pussy, sliding it with great effectiveness as he worked himself ever 
closer to the moment of climax. 

A few blistering cock strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from the 
end of his tool. So he kept right on driving, sliding his cock inside of her 
pussy as he moved ever nearer to orgasm. 

"Here we go," he told her. "Just hang on, baby. We're gonna fly to the moon 
together." 

"Just keep ramming me," she said. "I never dreamed anything could feel this 
good. Baby, I like your fucking." 

Hal kept on letting his cock thunder forward. He moved his fingers up and 
down her legs, squeezing at them energetically as his cock kept pushing and 
plunging. He could begin to feel the intense tugs of pressure inside his 
balls. He knew that pretty soon he would be unleashing the hot white 
droplets of cream from his tool and letting them splash inside of her mound. 
So he kept up his effective pace, sending his hot dick forward as his penis 
clutched and grabbed at her mound. A few strokes later, he was ready to 
juice. At that point he turned on the coal, asserting himself with every bit 
of passion he could muster. He gritted his teeth, heaved a deep sigh, then 
kept at it, working his surging cock deep inside her hot nest as he pushed 
himself that much closer. 

"Just get ready," he called out. "I'm ready to explode inside you. This is 
so great. I love this fucking. I really dig it. I love being inside your hot 
nest. This is such a beautiful experience." 

His penis kept tearing ever so eagerly inside her pussy. His hot dick kept 
on gripping her as he worked his tool forward, sliding it inside of her 
pussy as he drove ever nearer to that point of orgasm. A few seconds later, 
the juices were about set to spray from his cock. He fucked her hard, 
working it eagerly, and soon the penis liquids were about ready to spray 
from the end of his hard dick. 

His whole body trembled and the sweat was pouring down his face as he thrust 
his tongue forward. Hal wanted to French kiss with his lover at the very 
moment of climax. While her hips kept swinging and his cock kept gracefully 
plunging, he shoved his tongue inside her mouth. Back and forth their 
tongues eagerly connected as he kept up his steady pace. A few strokes 
later, the juices just had to spray. 

While tongue pushed against tongue, the hot, savory droplets of cream 
spilled from the end of Hal's tool. His body kept shoving forward. He heaved 
one last long sigh as the juices spurted from the end of his stick. 

"This is great," he said. "This is a fuck that could last a lifetime." 

"Baby doll, keep ramming me," Mindy sighed. "Just keep blasting with your 
cock. Keep it going. Ram me with your dick until every last drop of juice 
has spilled." 

That was exactly what Hal did. As he removed his penis from her mouth, he 
patted her on the thigh lovingly. 

"I guess I gave you quite a workout," he smiled. 

"Yes, and a very enjoyable one at that," Mindy nodded. "I can't see how I 
could be as fearful as I was in the beginning. That was all wrong. There was 
something very beautiful awaiting me." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Curt Reynolds ground out the remainder of his cigarette in an ashtray, then 
began to loosen his tie. 

He had arrived home late from work. As an accountant, he was particularly 
busy at that time of the year getting returns ready. It was rapidly 
approaching the May 15th deadline, and as a reliable, highly successfully 
accountant, Curt had many individuals to take care of. 

What with all the mental pressure that he had endured over the course of a 
trying day that had begun in his office at seven o'clock in the morning, he 
now felt as if he needed some kind of physical release. He removed his tie, 
then began to take off his shirt. He flexed his muscles, still proud of his 
physique as he looked over his lovely blond-haired wife Sally, who was 
stretched out inside the bed. Sally was reading a book while her husband 
focused his eyes on her. 

Curt was still proud of his athletic physique. A short, stocky man with 
brown hair and neatly trimmed brown mustache, he had been a three-year 
varsity letterman as a center in college. He had been proud of his football 
days, and even now he maintained his athletic form through vigorous games of 
handball and tennis. 

His wife, on the other hand, seemed to perpetually shrink from athletic 
activity. She preferred much quieter endeavors, and she enjoyed reading very 
much. She even took two night classes at a local college, to keep her mind 
alert, as she always put it. 

Curt did not mind her concentrating on intellectual endeavors. Indeed, he 
was an intelligent man and kept very well abreast of current affairs. It was 
just that he thought she could also enhance her life by participating in 
more physical activities. The one physical activity that he couldn't seem to 
get enough of lately was screwing. He would seek sex from her on a basis she 
felt was all too frequent. Several times in the last few weeks, Sally had 
bluntly told her husband she thought he was terribly oversexed. He had 
replied on those occasions by telling her that he was under a good deal of 
pressure in the office. He explained that he hadn't even had much time to 
play tennis lately as he would like to, and that he needed some kind of 
physical release. As an active, very aggressive, highly physical individual, 
Curt needed his sex, and was constantly beseeching his wife to see things 
his way. 

As Curt continued to undress, removing his T-shirt, then unbuttoning his 
belt, his, wife looked up from the book she was reading. 

"I hope you're not tired tonight," Curt told her. 

"Not really, but I'm not overwrought with energy either." 

"I'd like a little action," Curt said. 

"Darling, you're not gonna get into that again," she shook her head with 
disgust. 

"You act like I'm gonna give you a fix of heroin or something," he shook his 
head disgustedly. "Don't you enjoy sex? Hell, you're not even forty years 
old. You're a beautiful woman, right in the prime of your life. And here you 
are acting like an old maid of ninety. Come on now, honey. Just give 
yourself a chance to have some fun. Let yourself go." 

"I don't know. Sometimes I wonder about you, Curt." 

She shrugged her shoulders, closing her book and placing it on a table 
nearby. She stretched out there on the bed, looking very seductive in her 
pink pajamas. Not that she was trying to. Quite the contrary. But the longer 
that Curt focused his eyes in her direction, the more he admired her. He 
observed every sleek outline of her beautiful body. 

"You really look good," Curt told her. "You're some kind of woman." 

"I wish I was the kind of woman you could let rest a little." 

"Don't talk to me that way. I'm just a horny husband. Can you blame me for 
being turned on? You look lovely, honey. I like that gorgeous blonde hair. 
You know, it's perfectly radiant in the light. You're really put together 
beautiful, too.. I just like the shape of your tits and ass." 

"No wonder the women's libbers are complaining," she shook her head. "I'm 
complaining myself. To think that I'm constantly being made a sex object." 

"Not constantly. That's an overstatement. Just when I happen to be horny." 

"That's constantly," she replied. 

"No, it's not. If you boiled it down statistically to how many hours a week 
I fuck you, you'd find it's very little. You spend more time playing bridge 
with your friends at the club than you do fucking with me." 

"So is there something wrong with my playing bridge?" 

"Not at all. It's just that I think you should also reserve some time for 
fucking. After all, it can be a very beautiful and worthwhile activity. 
Don't you ever forget that." 

"I don't have anything against fucking. It's just that you seem to want to 
do it too often. I realize I have to accommodate you." 

By that time he had slipped off his shorts. He looked down at his huge, 
erect penis, and the longer that Curt observed it, the more he recognized he 
just had to have sex soon. He stood next to the bed. 

"Is that all you can say about it?" he asked in surprise. 

"What am I supposed to say?" 

"It would be nice to hear you say something about how much you enjoy a good 
screw. Every healthy woman should, and you definitely look healthy." 

"Maybe my mind is just kind of drifting more out of the sensual realm and 
more into the intellectual," she said. "I don't know. That's just the way I 
feel." 

"Then it's up to me to make you feel a little different." 

Curt threw his body inside the bed. He reached out and grabbed his wife, 
pulling her quickly toward him as he puckered up his lips and drove them 
forward toward hers. He pushed and plunged his lips against hers several 
times in quick succession, after which he removed them. 

"That's what I call a nice kiss," he winked. "Now I think I'll shove my 
tongue inside your mouth, baby." 

He pushed his tongue forward, permitting it to penetrate inside of his 
wife's mouth. Back and forth he eagerly twisted and turned his tongue, 
allowing it to slide inside her mouth. He worked it ever so quickly, letting 
it dart and stab against her tongue. A few seconds later, Curt released his 
tongue from his gorgeous wife's mouth. 

He reached down and began to unbutton her pajamas. Ever so quickly he 
manipulated his fingers. He worked them with great speed and skill. A few 
moments later, Curt had removed Sally's pajama tops. 

"Oh, damned, nothing beneath them but gorgeous tits," he exclaimed. "That's 
what I thought." 

He reached out with both hands and let his fingers glide over her breasts. 
Every time that Curt touched her firm, lovely breasts, he became that much 
more enthralled. His fingers kept on working, driving steadily, clutching 
against her hot breasts as he worked with great skill and desire. A few 
moments later, Curt removed his fingers from her breasts. He wanted to reach 
down and grab the bottoms of her pajamas. Curt was convinced that since she 
wasn't wearing any bra beneath her pajama tops, that she was probably naked 
beneath her pajama bottoms. He wanted to observe her gorgeous cunt, the 
scintillating blonde pussy hairs gleaming ever so radiantly. 

He reached down and clutched at her pajama bottoms. He pulled and tugged at 
them, sliding them down her legs. He kept on probing until he finally 
removed them. He then took them off, and as he did he recognized just how 
right his initial assumption had been. He looked at her beautiful pubic 
snatch, and recognized he just had to reach out and touch her mound. 

He slid his right hand forward, permitting it to penetrate against her pubic 
snatch. He touched her snatch hairs alone in the beginning, then steadily 
began to work his fingers back and forth over her hot mound. The quicker 
that he rotated his fingers, the more rapidly that her hips began to swing. 
Even though Sally was not all that eager about being fucked by her husband, 
she couldn't help but react to the steady, swirling finger movements that he 
continued to employ as he drove them back and forth. 

"Just keep your beautiful hips swinging," he laughed. "I like this kind of 
action, baby. I just love touching your snatch. This is great. This is what 
I call glorious sex activity." 

Curt's fingers kept on gliding. He finally worked them inside of her pussy. 
He let his fingers tickle her clitoris. As her body began to shake more 
rapidly than before, he extended his movements throughout the rest of her 
pussy. As he kept on clutching and stabbing with his fingers, he worked 
himself and her into an ever-greater state of excitement. Even though Sally 
did not want to admit it, she could turn on when he provided her with the 
right kinds of strokes. 

A few brisk, determined stabs later, Curt decided that he had to remove his 
fingers from her snatch. 

"You liked it, I know you did," he said. 

"I guess I can tolerate it anyway. Some of the sensations were nice." 

"It's nothing you have to apologize over. You're just a wife reacting to 
your husband." 

Curt slid his tongue forward. He allowed it to knife its way eagerly inside 
of her mouth. He slid his tongue in a devastating fashion, letting it 
continue to push and plunge against her tongue. He worked his tongue eagerly 
for several long seconds. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Curt finished the French kiss. 

His body was beginning to tingle with great excitation. He knew that pretty 
soon he just had to get his rocks off. He could feel the antagonizing itch 
in his expanding balls as he reached down with his left hand, letting his 
fingers work once more ever so soothingly against his lover's nest. Back and 
forth he let his fingers connect against her snatch. While he did so, her 
whole body was alive with great passion and satisfaction. Her hips kept 
swinging back and forth as he touched her pussy. His fingers kept on 
stroking eagerly, pushing and plunging with great skill against her hot 
mound. A few moments later, he removed his fingers from her pussy. 

"Now I've just got to have you," he told her. 

He reached out with both hands, letting his fingers glide against her 
breasts for a few strokes. Curt let his tongue plunge downward toward 
Sally's left tit. Back and forth his tongue made steady, fervent contact 
with her hot breast. He worked his tongue against it several times in rapid 
succession. Pretty soon he was letting his tongue assert itself with 
blinding speed, pushing and plunging against her hot tit. He eventually 
wound up plunging his tongue against her nipple. He worked his tongue for a 
few more seconds, then swiftly removed it. He began to slide it against her 
other breast. 

With the same type of speed and skill, he put his tongue to work. He kept 
pushing and plunging with it against her breast. A few effective stabs 
later, he began working his tongue against her nipple, letting it ease ever 
so cautiously at first, then gradually stepping up the pace until he was 
asserting it with the greatest amount of speed possible. 

When he removed his tongue from her breast, he reached down and toyed with 
her pussy a few more times. He stroked her snatch, then released his fingers 
from it. 

Curt reached out with both hands and grabbed her buttocks. He clutched at 
them ever so sharply, and as he held on he pushed his penis forward. He was 
going to let it assert ever so quickly inside of her mound. 

"Here we go," he told her. "I'm gonna turn my cock loose. I'm gonna fuck 
your hot mound. I'm gonna bring myself off. Damned, it was a rough day, but 
you know, with a nice fuck like this to look forward to, it was worth it. 
I'm gonna slide my hot dick inside your mound. I'm gonna really pepper you 
with it." 

Curt began to move his fingers up and down his wife's thighs. He observed 
the way that Sally's curvaceous body was beginning to move back and forth. 
He could see that she was starting to anticipate the swift, fervent cock 
strokes that he would be generating inside of her pussy. 

He heaved a deep sigh, then shoved his cock forward. He pushed it inside of 
his lover's mound. Ever so quickly he began to work his cock, letting it 
assert with brisk, skillful determination as it made its way back and forth 
inside of her hot snatch, working with every bit of passion and joy that he 
could bring into his being. His cock kept on clutching and grabbing as it 
worked its way inside of her hot pussy. With skillful desire he asserted it, 
plunging forward inside her hot snatch as he worked himself that much nearer 
to the point of cli- Curt began to breathe more heavily than before. His 
whole body started coming unglued. 

He stepped up his pace, sliding his sizzling cock ever deeper inside her 
pussy. While he kept on penetrating his spear, working it deep inside her 
hot snatch, he let his hips and ass cheeks wiggle. Curt was letting himself 
go and enjoying every bit of it. 

Even though he was feeling a little downhearted over his wife's lack of 
appreciation for what he considered to be a worthwhile pursuit, he was 
trying not to let that affect him as he fucked her. He threw caution to the 
wind and forgot about what was happening before as Curt kept guiding his 
sturdy tool ever deeper inside her snatch. Ever so quickly he kept at it, 
grinding his pecker into her, slamming it sharply as he worked himself ever 
nearer to orgasm. 

"This is my kind of fuck," he told her. "I really love it. I love sticking 
my dick inside you. This is so great. Yes, just keep twisting your body. 
Come on, baby. Let's enjoy every bit of this together." 

He reached out and slapped at her buttocks. He held into them sharply, 
clutching her hot ass cheeks as his long, hard, ever-sturdy penis kept 
spearing her. Back and forth he kept driving his tool, slamming it hard 
inside her pussy, working himself that much nearer to the moment of orgasm. 
He could feel the juices heating up inside him. With the utmost of effective 
strides, he kept steering his cock into her, plunging it as deeply as he 
knew how as he pushed himself that much closer. His hard, piston-like rod 
kept on ramming her, slamming repeatedly inside of her pussy as he worked 
himself toward a satisfying climax. 

"Here we go," he said eagerly. "I'm really fucking you now. This is so 
great. I love every bit of this. This is the best kind of screwing a guy can 
get. I'm gonna bring it off, honey. Yes, I am. The juices are gonna spurt. 
They're really gonna spray from my dick. This is so groovy. This is my kind 
of wonderful fucking." 

As Curt wound his way ever nearer to the point of orgasm, he reached out 
with both hands and slapped at her buttocks. He slapped repeatedly, then 
clutched her ass cheeks. As he held on for dear life, he gritted his teeth 
and realized just how closely he was drawing to the point of climax. So he 
kept on ramming his tool, slamming his tool that much deeper into her pussy. 

A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be spraying. They would be 
spilling diligently from his tool and inside her hot mound. 

He kept blasting forward. He hit her with everything that he had, providing 
himself with every measure of cock satisfaction as his tool kept winding its 
way inside her mound. A few strokes later, the juices just had to spray. 

Curt's heart kept thumping as he worked his dick ever so sturdily inside of 
his lovely wife's mound. He rammed his penis sharply, happy to recognize 
that her cunt had remained tight through the years. He rammed her a few more 
times, then held on for dear life against her thighs. He knew that the 
juices would soon be streaming out of the end of his spear and he was 
awaiting that splendid moment with great glee- So he kept on letting his 
cock ram hard into her, driving it with sturdy desire inside her pussy. 

"Here we go," Curt said. "I'm really plunging it. I'm gonna juice. The cock 
juices are gonna spurt from my dick. Get ready to receive them." 

He slapped at his wife's buttocks several times, then rammed his tool even 
more sharply inside of her mound. A few swift, decisive strokes later, the 
juices started to bolt from his tool. He heaved a deep sigh as he watched 
the thick gooey stream spurt inside of her hot snatch. 

"Baby doll, what a fuck," he said. "Damned, you're really tight. I'm 
enjoying every second of it." 

His hips kept winding back and forth as the juices sprayed from his tool. He 
removed his penis from her mound a few seconds later, then got up from the 
bed. He stretched his body, looking down at her and smiling. 

"I guess I'll go back to my reading now," she said, turning over and picking 
up the book. "I'll read for a few more minutes before turning in." 

"Is that all you can think of after a fuck?" he asked, obviously showing his 
irritation. 

"What's the matter with that? I gave you your screw, didn't I?" 

"Yes, you did, but I got the feeling that the whole thing was carried out 
under protest." 

"Perhaps I was protesting a little. I just don't like to be fucked all the 
time." 

"I don't screw you all the time. Most of the time I'm at work. Slaving away 
so that you can have a happy, comfortable home." 

"Please, dear. I don't want to get into a long argument with you." 

"All right, I'm not trying to argue. It's just that I don't want you to tell 
me that I'm too demanding of you sexually." 

"Say whatever you like. Think whatever you like. I'd just like a little 
peace and quiet right now." 

He watched as she picked up the book and began to read it. He reached down 
and slid his shorts up his legs. He would be getting ready for bed now. He 
would clean the sperm off from his cock, and also from his legs, where some 
of it spurted. 

As he let the water splash against his body, Curt kept thinking about all 
that his wife had said. It frustrated him no end to think that she didn't 
feel any more sensitively disposed toward screwing than she did. He had 
wanted badly for her to react in a completely empathetic manner with him. He 
had wanted her to love the act of fucking every bit as much as he did. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Since Mindy had indicated an accommodating desire toward Hal, he felt that 
he could extract more in the way of sexual satisfaction from her. 

The rest of the week the fond memories of that evening in the Pinto flashed 
through his mind. He kept recalling how delightful it had been to slam his 
penis ever so eagerly and relentlessly inside of her hot pussy until every 
droplet of his juice had bolted. 

He talked to her at school on Friday, seeking to find out how they could get 
together for that weekend. Since Mindy seemed a lot more willing, he felt as 
if his worries were behind him. 

She called him on Saturday morning, suggesting a rendezvous at her house in 
the afternoon. 

"Nobody will be here," she giggled. "My mother is going out shopping with a 
friend, and my dad's got a golfing date. This is swell. The two of us will 
be all alone." 

"That's my idea of an enjoyable afternoon," Hal laughed. 

"Then come right on over at one-thirty. We ought to have ourselves quite a 
time of it." 

"Yes, this should be very enjoyable." 

A few hours later, Hal showed up at Mindy's house. The two lovers walked 
into the bedroom, then eagerly began to remove their clothes. Every time 
that Hal looked over at Mindy, his cock became that much harder as he 
observed her ever closer to the state of total, uninhibited nudity. When she 
slipped off her bra, he looked at her hot pendulous boobs, wishing he could 
reach out and touch them. He knew he could, but he would wait for her to get 
everything off. A few seconds later she reached down with both hands and 
began to clutch at her panties. She moved her fingers down them, sliding 
them ever so eagerly as she slid them down her warm legs. Pretty soon she 
stepped out of them altogether, and at that point he was ready for some 
beautiful action. 

He reached down and slid his fingers up and down his penis. He watched her 
as she stretched out and extended her body in bed. He threw his body 
downward into the bed with her. He slid his fingers down between her legs, 
letting them manipulate against her hot mound. Ever so eagerly he asserted 
himself, letting his fingers push ever so convincingly against her hot 
snatch. He worked his, fingers with great willingness, letting them push and 
plunge against her warm, invigorated cunt flesh. 

When he finally removed them from her hot snatch, he reached out with both 
hands and grabbed her breasts. 

"I loved it in the car, but this is even better," he sighed. "We're both 
naked and we've got this huge bed to roll around in." 

"You're right. It's more romantic." 

"That's right. Baby, am I gonna turn you every way but loose." 

"Go ahead, honey. I'm ready to learn from you. I might have been scared in 
the beginning, but I wasn't gonna stay scared for long. Not with a 
wonderful, handsome guy like you around." 

"That's great to hear. I'm all for more of this kind of delicious action." 

His fingers kept on clutching and stabbing against her warm, invigorated 
breasts. The longer and faster that he plunged his fingers against her warm 
tits, the more aroused she became. She began to work her hips back and 
forth, and pretty soon her breasts were dancing as well. That caused him to 
let his fingers dig in even deeper as he stabbed with them, grabbing at her 
warm tits. A few convincing finger stabs later, he removed, his fingers from 
her tits. He was ready to plunge his tongue against her left breast. 

He sank his tongue downward ever so rapidly, letting it push and plunge 
against her warm tit. As he worked his tongue, Hal moved his fingers 
downward toward her ass cheeks. He let his fingers push and stab against the 
warm, hot ass flesh. Ever so eagerly he approached her, letting his fingers 
glide so desirously against her buttocks. He removed his tongue from one 
breast a few strokes later, soon letting it go to work on the other. His 
tongue kept on dancing, and as it did her whole inspired body kept rocking 
back and forth, bouncing up and down on the bed as she enjoyed every 
stimulating tongue stab that he sent her way. "Just keep your beautiful 
tongue moving," she sighed. "I like your action." 

Once that Hal had succeeded in leaving a trail of saliva over both breasts, 
he reached out and slid his tongue between her breasts. He worked his tongue 
with great skill and desire against the shadowy valley which separated 
Mindy's pendulous breasts. He had the desire to suck as much of her as he 
possibly could before launching into the act of fucking her with his cock. 

His tongue kept grinding up and down, working skillfully between her breasts 
as he enjoyed every stabbing thrust. When he removed his tongue from that 
erogenous area, he began to slide the fingers of his left hand against her 
pussy. He touched her warm mound, observing that there was already plenty of 
moisture there. He wanted to take advantage of a good thing, so Hal kept on 
plunging with his fingers, sliding them back and forth against her mound. 

"That's great," she said. "Keep your fingers sliding. Really work them." 

Back and forth he worked his fingers with steady sliding. Really work them." 

Back and forth he worked his fingers with steady determination. Her whole 
body kept rocking back and forth, responding to the swift, vigorous finger 
stabs that he directed her way. 

When Hall finally removed his fingers from her slit, he decided that he just 
had to start fucking her. He wanted to sink his huge, elongated prick inside 
her mound. He felt a compulsion to let his cock grind and stab inside her 
beautiful pussy. He would not feel a moment's relaxation until every droplet 
of his penis fluid had exploded inside of her mound. 

He shoved his cock forward, and as he did, he reached out and grabbed at her 
legs. He extended them, looking down at her gorgeous pubic mound. He licked 
his lips with great sexual anticipation, then decided that it was time to 
sink his penis down between them and inside of her hot mound. 

He pushed his cock inside of her pussy, gliding it against her snatch. Back 
and forth he kept on stabbing his tool, working it with relentless desire 
inside of her snatch. With great eagerness he plunged away, permitting his 
tool to sink ever deeper into her pussy. Hal was beginning to observe just 
how quickly Mindy was starting to acclimate herself to sex. The first time 
she had been stiff in the early stages of the act, barely reacting at all. 
But now her body was developing a certain fluid motion. Her hips kept on 
twisting back and forth as he sustained his steady, grinding pace, working 
his cock ever so deeply inside of her hot mound. Ever so effectively he kept 
on plunging, pushing his eager tool deep inside her snatch. All the while he 
was driving himself that much closer to orgasm. 

His prick kept on shoving, pushing that much deeper into her mound. He liked 
the way that her hips were beginning to wiggle, and Hal decided that he 
could do plenty to urge her along even more. So he reached out with both 
hands, letting his fingers sink against her but- tocks. While he held onto 
her hot ass cheeks, he let his continue to grind and stab inside of her 
pussy. Back and forth he kept driving his tool, letting it slide inside her 
burning snatch as he ground it ever deeper into her and pushed himself that 
much closer to a -devastating orgasm. 

"Are you ever some fuck," he said. "Just keep those beautiful hips of your 
moving. I really love sending my dick inside you. This is my kind of 
fucking." 

His breath began to come in short, puffy gasps as Hal kept up his movements. 
His penis kept on driving ever so superbly, hammering hard into her hot 
snatch as he pushed himself that much nearer to the point of climax. 

A few stiff strokes later, the juices were ready to spill from the end of 
his tool. He could feel the mounting tension in his loins as he kept on 
sending his jackhammer cock ever deeper into her mound, grinding it with 
superb 'grace and energy as he plunged it with great zeal inside of her 
snatch. 

"This is my kind of action," he exclaimed. "Just let yourself go, baby. 
Relax. I dig this kind of fucking. I'm gonna keep slamming my dick into you. 
This is what I call great sex." 

A few thrusting, grinding cock stabs later, the juices were ready to explode 
out of the end of his long hard cock. He heaved a deep sigh. 

his body shuddering wildly as the first few droplets of semen began to spill 
out of the end of his lengthy instrument. Back and forth his cock kept on 
pushing and plunging, and all the while he sustained his pace, enjoying 
every fervent stab as he moved that much nearer to the end of his orgasm. 

It gave him a great feeling of accomplishment to observe the droplets of 
"semen continuing to ooze out of the end of his tool. Ever so tenaciously he 
kept up his steady, grinding stabs, plunging his tool into her for a few 
strokes more as the last few drops of penis fluid shot from his dick. 

When it was all over, he took his penis out of her mound and stretched out 
next to her on the bed. He looked down at his cock, happy that it had gone 
down very little. He reached out with his right hand, beginning to slide his 
fingers up and down his tool. 

"I love touching my dick," he told her. "This is what I call stimulation. 
I'm gonna get it back up there to where it was before. It didn't go down 
much, and I don't need to encourage it along that much more." 

A few stabbing finger movements later, Hal removed his fingers from his 
dick. 

"You reach out and touch it," he told her. "Come on, darling, just let your 
fingers go to work against my prick. Really let your fingers stab. Let them 
go to work, darling. Really put them to the test. Grind your fingers against 
my penis." 

While he continued to supply encouragement, Mindy heaved a deep sigh, then 
reached out with both hands. She let her fingers grip hard against the base 
of his dick. 

"Just move your fingers up and down," he called out eagerly. "You know how 
to jerk a guy's cock. You know how to make a man happy. You made me so happy 
with that last cunt fuck. So you can make me happy again with your finger 
stabs." 

Her fingers began to work sturdily as they plunged and stabbed against his 
hard rod. Ever so eagerly she let them fly against his warm, hard 
instrument. The quicker that she let her fingers go, the more he enjoyed it. 
His Whole body began to slide and sway from the steady, determined efforts 
that her fingers put forward. 

"Now you can let your fingers go to work on my balls," he said. "Just let 
them slide, baby. I really like your kind of action. Come on, sweetheart. 
Really finger my nuts." 

His whole body began to spin, thrusting back and forth under the steady, 
eager movements that she supplied. Her fingers kept on stabbing with great 
precision, driving ever so eagerly against his testicles. A few strokes 
later, he felt as if it was time for some sucking action to proceed. 

"Start sliding your tongue against my balls," he told her eagerly. "Come on, 
baby. Just let your tongue go. Really let it move. Plunge it against my 
balls." 

Mindy slid her tongue downward toward his balls. She worked her tongue with 
great inspiration and desire, doing all that she could to please her lover. 
He nodded his head, smiling eagerly toward her as she kept on asserting her 
tongue, letting it plunge and stab against his hot balls. 

"Keep it going," he said. "I like the rhythm. I like the pace you're 
setting. Just keep your tongue moving a little faster. Come on, you can't go 
too fast for me. I want to go off. I want to go off in your mouth. You're 
gonna have a nice mouthful of sperm when you get through." 

A few dedicated tongue stabs later, Hal realized that it was time to start 
receiving some solid tongue action against his cock. His balls had been 
satisfied through her steady, fervent tongue stabs, and now he wanted her to 
go to work on his penis. He wanted her to run her tongue up and down his 
long firm pole until every drop of cock juice had sprayed from the end of 
his dick. 

"Honey, go to work on my cock now," he said. 

All of the sudden Mindy's tongue efforts against his balls came to a 
grinding halt. She removed her tongue from his testicles, then looked up at 
him. 

"I've never done that to a man before," she said. "I've never sucked anybody 
off." 

"Then now's the time for you to learn," he grinned. "You'll love it, 
darling. All you've got to do is get used to it. Just one thing, make sure 
you swallow the juice. It's much too precious to waste. When it starts 
spraying out of the end of your tool, I want you to make a special effort. 
Can you do that for me?" 

"I guess so, but I'm a little afraid." 

"What's there to be afraid of? Certainly not me." 

"I'm a little afraid because I'm trying something I've never done before." 

"That's nothing to be afraid of. It's something to rejoice over. To think 
that you've never done anything this exciting before. It's high time that 
you got to work with your tongue. It's about time that you learn just how to 
grind it over a hot cock. As a matter of fact, I'll give you special 
direction. I'll see to it that my cock gets just the right kind of attention 
from you. I want you to suck it off properly. I want you to really run it up 
and down the full length of my hard spear." 

"Okay, so I get the point," she acknowledged with a nod. 

"Get down and suck the tip of it," he told her. "I want you to go real slow 
at first. You can work into it. Come on, darling." 

She nodded. Mindy reached out and grabbed the base of her lover's penis. As 
she held onto it for support, she reached down and began to slide her tongue 
along the tip of his hard rod. She worked her tongue ever so slowly, gliding 
it over the tip of his pecker. She made certain that she never went quickly. 
She was getting used to it, and he was enjoying that particular type of 
activity. He did not want her to suck him too fast in the beginning. He 
wanted to savor every moment of this second orgasm, which he was certain 
would be a tremendously fulfilling one. 

"I like the way your tongue's working," he nodded. "I'd have to give you an 
A for effort thus far, dear. So just keep your tongue moving. Slide it real 
slow. Let it tickle my cock. I like the way it's working over the tip of it. 
That's the way to do it. Excite me. Come on, dear, I want you to really 
excite me." 

Mindy was beginning to relax a little. It took her a little while to get 
acclimated to the act of cock sucking, but now she was beginning to make 
headway. Her tongue kept on penetrating against the tip of his cock, and 
now, ever so instinctively, she began to grind it more quickly than before. 
Back and forth her tongue probed with searching determination and grace. Her 
head began to bob as she started putting more into her efforts, continuing 
to work her tongue back and forth against his cock. 

"Very good," he said. "Now I wish you'd start to slide your tongue up and 
down the rest of my cock. Work it kind of slow in the beginning. Get used to 
it, just like you did the base of my dick. Besides, I get a lot of thrills 
out of that kind of suck myself. I really enjoy it. So go to it, honey. 
Really grind your tongue. Come on, make all kinds of beautiful love to me." 

Soon her tongue was beginning to assert itself more quickly than before. She 
worked it up and down his long, hard spear. Up and down she slid it as her 
head bobbed. She enjoyed the stimulating strokes that she supplied. Even 
though he was instructing her to go slowly, she started to work her tongue 
more quickly. He was not about to tell her to slow down. Not when the waves 
of sexual exhilaration were flowing inside his body to the extent that they 
were. 

"I like that," he sighed. "Just keep your tongue going. Baby doll, you're 
really learning. Yes, indeed, you're a natural cock sucker. It's like you're 
an old pro and have been doing it for a long time." 

In order to provide her with additional stimulation, Hal reached down and 
grabbed her ass cheeks. He ground his fingers into them tightly, pinching 
them sharply while her tongue kept on sliding up and down the full length of 
his spear. Her head kept bobbing, and all the while, as she sucked his huge 
dick, he felt that much more excitement. He was enjoying the steady, 
stimulating pace that she was asserting. 

Mindy kept on working her tongue up and down Hal's penis. 

At first it had been difficult for her to adjust to the act of cock sucking. 
It was something new, and it had frightened her a little. But as she kept up 
her swift, determined tongue stabs, she propelled her lover ever nearer to 
the point of orgasm. She actually began to enjoy the act of employing her 
tongue against his hot rigid prick, and as she shoved it up and down his 
long, hard instrument, she moved him that much closer to the point of a 
stimulating juice stream. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Just keep it working," Hal kept encouraging. "Run your tongue with 
everything you've got. Go ahead. Slide it. Come on, bring me off. Your 
tongue works so beautifully. I like the way you slide it up and down my hot 
prick. You're gonna bring me off, darling. I love your type of action. I 
like the way you're shoving your tongue against my rod;" A few hot, 
thrusting strokes later, the juices were about to shoot from the end of 
Hal's spear. His body kept twisting as she asserted her tongue, driving it 
with skillful desire against his cock. He knew that there was no way he 
could hold out for much longer in the face of that kind of fantastic, 
assertive pressure. 

"Pour everything you've got into those strokes," he told her. "You're really 
gonna bring me off. I want you to swallow the stuff. Just suck with 
everything you've got, baby. Swallow the hot droplets. Go ahead and do it. 
Every drop. Yes, lover. Come on, swallow the thick white cream. Gulp it 
down. I want you to." 

She kept up her sucking at a dizzying pace. Her head bobbed up and down and 
her hair flailed in the breeze as she sucked him, driving Hal that much 
closer to the brink of a fantastic climax. A few steady, driving tongue 
strokes later, Hal had been propelled all the way. He was about set to 
unleash every droplet of cock juice from his hot tool. She sucked him 
several more times, after which the first few droplets of sperm began to 
bolt from the end of his cock. 

"Hold on," he told her. "Steady yourself, baby. Don't panic. If you do, 
you'll be spitting the stuff out. I don't want you to spit it out. I want 
you to swallow every beautiful drop of the stuff. Come on, baby doll. Go 
ahead, honey. Eat it. Eat every drop of my cock juice." 

His cock plunged forward with great desire and exhilaration as the streams 
of cum shot uninhibitedly inside of her mouth. It kept on spraying ever so 
voluminously, and as it spilled into her, she swallowed with great delight. 
She actually had learned to enjoy it. 

The first few times she gulped hard and almost gagged on it, but his 
stirring messages prompted her to do her very best. She kept sucking, 
allowing the droplets of cock juice to spill into her mouth. A few seconds 
later, she removed her tongue from his penis. She gulped hard. 

"That's what I call a good suck," he looked at her and winked. "By damned, 
you were good. And considering it was your first time. That's really 
something, baby." 

"I wanted to do it just right. I wanted to make you happy." 

"That's good. I'm glad that I'm with somebody who's so damned considerate. 
I've got to give you a big kiss for that." 

He leaned forward and threw his arms around her body. Hal let his arms cling 
to his beautiful lover's back. He held on, and as he did, his lips came 
crashing down on Mindy's. 

As the two lovers embraced and kissed, Curt Reynolds stepped inside the 
house. He was a little miffed over the fact that his friend had not shown up 
for the golfing date. He'd had a few drinks at the bar, after which he had 
received a call from his friend, notifying him that he had car trouble and 
would not be able to play. After that Curt had one more drink, upon which he 
decided to go home. 

As he stepped inside the house, he thought he heard some strange sounds 
coming from his daughter's bedroom. He had seen young Hal's car parked at 
the curb. He had been suspicious of Hal for quite some time, fearing as a 
protective father is inclined to do, that the young man was seeking to take 
undue liberties with his young girl. 

He stepped quickly toward the bedroom. As he heard the sounds of murmuring, 
he became fearful that his worst fears were being confirmed. He stepped 
inside the room and observed Hal, his head down between Mindy's gorgeous 
legs, beginning to work his tongue against her vagina. Mindy was stretched 
out on her back, sighing and gasping. 

Curt's first impulse was to burst inside the room and slug young Hal. After 
watching for a few moments-, however, he became intrigued over what was 
happening. 

He closed the door ever so slightly, leaving it partially open, as it had 
been before. He was awe-struck by what he was observing. He hadn't realized 
just how much of a voluptuous young woman his daughter had turned into 
during the past few months. He could see that she had truly grown up before 
his very eyes. So fast, in fact, that he hadn't even noticed the 
progressions. But there she was, lying there on her back, her hips swinging 
back and forth as she received the steady, affirmative tongue stabs from her 
lover. 

Hal had wanted to do something to excite Mindy all the more. After all, he 
thought, she had been willing to let him fuck her pussy and then had 
consented to suck his cock. He felt that he definitely owed her something. 
He wanted to provide her with some excitement, and felt that the best way he 
could think of at that moment was through eating her mound. 

So there he was, his tongue resting in her hot crotch, sliding against her 
slippery mound. The faster that her body responded to his steaming tongue 
movements, the more worked up Curt found himself becoming. He felt a little 
guilty for standing there and watching the action like a voyeur. If he'd 
really been that intent upon performing his fatherly duty, he thought, he 
would burst right in on young Hal and break up the activity right then. The 
more he thought about it, though, the more he realized that it would be 
grossly unfair of him to slug the young man. After all, as the saying went, 
it took two to tango. It appeared that his gorgeous Mindy was anything but 
reluctant over the prospect of having her pussy lining eaten out by her 
handsome young friend. 

As a matter of fact, now she had her eyes open and Curt could observe the 
gleam in them as her body kept dancing. She enjoyed every thrusting stroke 
that Hal sent her way, and all the while he was pushing her that much closer 
to orgasm. 

"Keep it up, baby," she sighed softly. "I really love the way your tongue's 
working. Keep it sliding inside my mound. I want you to eat me." 

Even though Curt was getting turned on by watching his lovely daughter Mindy 
getting sucked out by her handsome friend, he also felt a certain tinge of 
frustration. The frustration stemmed from the knowledge that his own sex 
life was nearing a calamitous point. He wanted consistent sex from his wife, 
who seemed very reluctant at best when it came to pleasing him. He longed 
for somebody who thought about fucking in the way that his daughter Mindy 
obviously did. He could tell from the way that her hips were rolling and 
from the smile that eased across her entire face just how much she was 
enjoying the act of sex. 

She kept on receiving the swift tongue stabs from her lover, and as Hal kept 
pushing and pressing his tongue deeper inside her box, she found herself 
proceeding that much closer to the point of orgasm. 

Hal had a sixth sense when it came to any aspect of screwing. He could tell 
from the way that she was reacting just how closely she was drawing to the 
point of climax, so as he began to recognize just that much more how far she 
had advanced, his tongue went to work that much quicker. He slid it back and 
forth inside of her searing mound, and as he did, her body began to bounce 
up and down on the bed. 

By that point, as Curt listened to the sounds of heavy breathing coming from 
his daughter, he felt compelled to reach down and unzip his trousers. His 
heart beat furiously as his trembling fingers reached inside his trousers. 
Pretty soon they were clutching inside his shorts and grabbing hold of his 
cock. He worked his fingers smoothly up and down the full length of his 
huge, rigid prong. Back and forth he slid his fingers, exciting himself with 
every swift, decisive effort. All the while his eyes remained fixed on what 
was happening inside the bed. His lovely daughter kept on receiving the 
swift, jolting tongue stabs from her lover as she worked that much closer to 
an explosion. 

"Keep me going," she sighed with mounting passion. "Run your tongue inside 
me." He kept on sending it ever so deeply inside her joy hole, twisting it 
with wild anticipation as he propelled her ever closer to that great, 
dramatic moment of orgasm. A few brisk stabs later, she was unable to 
withstand the pace any longer. The juices were ready to spray from her hot 
mound. Mindy's legs twisted back and forth, and as Curt examined them, then 
her cunt, he realized just how much she was turning him on. As a matter of 
fact, he became so embarrassed over that recognition that he removed his 
fingers suddenly from his hard cock. He let them tremble at his sides as Hal 
thoroughly finished the job. As reluctant as he was to have to admit it, 
Curt couldn't help but notice how good, a job Hal was doing as he kept 
pressing his tongue against his daughter's mound. A few strokes later, 
Mindy's body began to tremble. As it did, so did Curt's. He Was overwhelmed 
over what he was observing. 

"Baby, I'm getting ready to unload," Mindy told him. "I'm gonna juice. Here 
come the juices. They're gonna spill from me. This is gonna be so nice. It's 
gonna be just beautiful." 

Her hips wildly twisted as the pussy juices began to bolt from her mound. 
Back and forth her body shook. Curt recognized how close he was to juicing. 
At one point he had to turn his head away, since otherwise he feared that 
the spurting droplets of cock lava would be shooting from his tool. 

It embarrassed Curt to realize just how excited he was over watching his own 
daughter have sex with a young man. As he watched Hal gobble up every 
droplet of his desserts, he trembled. Then Hal removed his tongue. 

Curt figured that the strategic moment had arrived to burst in on them. He 
slipped his still-hard penis back into his trousers. He zipped up rapidly, 
then tried to psyche himself into letting his penis go limp. He was afraid 
of the fact that it might stay up there all too long. 

He moved quickly toward the bedroom. As he walked inside the room, his 
daughter immediately spotted him. Her hand went over her mouth to suppress 
the start of a scream. Her eyes widened. "What the hell's the matter?" Hal 
asked. 

All Mindy had to do was point. Hal's head jerked around and he came 
face-to-face with Curt, who eyed him with smoldering anger. 

"You son-of-a-bitch," Curt said, never once raising his voice. "Taking 
advantage of my little girl." 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm, honest, Mr. Reynolds," Hal said. "You 
bastard." 

"Daddy, I can explain," Mindy began to sob. "Blame me if you're gonna blame 
anybody. I put him up to it. I wanted him to do it" 

"Don't listen to her," Hal replied emotionally. "It was my doing, sir. 
Please forgive me, Mr. Reynolds. I didn't mean it. I really didn't" 

"The quicker you get dressed and get your ass out of here, the better it's 
gonna be for you," Curt said. "I try not to be a man of violence, but 
sometimes I'm pushed too far. This is one of those times, young man." 

"I'm sorry." he said meekly. 

Hal's face turned chalk white and his whole body was shaking as he got up 
from the bed. 

Mindy was so shocked over all that had happened that she just buried her 
head in her hands and sobbed. She was ashamed at having been discovered by 
her father, and ashamed for the fact that her friend Hal had been subjected 
to such an embarrassment. 

She never looked up. A few minutes later, Hal had finished dressing. He 
walked quickly from the room. 

"I'm sorry," he murmured. 

Curt never said anything. As a matter of fact, his eyes weren't even turning 
in Hal's direction as he left. They were focused squarely on his beautiful 
young daughter. 

Curt waited until he heard the sound of the front door close. He then sat 
down on the edge of the bed, just a scant few inches away from his lovely 
daughter. 

"If you want to make something of yourself in life, Mindy, you don't go 
around acting like a whore," he said. 

"I feel something for him, dad. I'm sorry. I really am." 

"Hell, you're too damned young to know what you feel," Curt shook his head 
disgustedly. "Don't tell me any of that stuff. All I can say is that I'm 
very disappointed in you." 

"I'm sorry." 

"I have nothing more to say. Just one thing, though. I wouldn't bring that 
young man around here again if I were you. The next time I might wind up 
really losing my temper." 

"I won't," she said. 

"Then I guess you've learned one lesson from this." 

She was still sobbing as Curt left the room. He noticed that as he walked 
toward the den, where he hoped he could lose himself in a little television, 
his cock was starting to harden again. It bothered him greatly. He could 
think of only one thing-his daughter had made such an impression on him that 
he was extra horny. 

Curt tried to look at television, but could not keep his mind on it. After 
all, he had just been through a crisis with his daughter. It would be hours 
before his wife would be home, and he decided to go back to Mindy's room. 

Curt walked briskly toward her room, then knocked on her door. 

"What is it?" Mindy asked in a trembling tone "I'd like to come in and talk 
to you." 

"I don't feel like talking." "Honey, whatever I try and do for you, it's for 
your own good. It might be difficult for you to believe that, but that 
happens to be the truth. Now I would like to come in." 

"All right, but I don't feel much like talking." 

"I understand you've been through a lot. It's not my intention to bug you." 

Curt walked into Mindy's room, closing the door behind him. He had a tense 
expression on his face as he sat down next to her on the bed. 

It was then that Curt recognized the full measure of his desire for young 
Mindy. The longer he looked at her, the harder that his cock became. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

As Curt sat there next to Mindy, she finally managed to brush the tears 
away. 

"That's it," he managed a faint smile. "Just try and relax, darling." 

The next thing Curt knew, he was reaching out with his right hand and 
sliding his fingers over his daughter's forehead. He touched her forehead, 
then her nose. He finally worked his fingers over the rest of her face, 
after which he touched her smooth, ruby-red lips. 

"You really do look beautiful," Curt said. "I can see how any young man 
would be wild about you. That's only natural. But you've got to exercise 
more willpower, honey. A guy like this can be terrible for you." 

"Why is that, dad? I think he's awfully nice." 

"Sure, guys like that know how to sweet talk a girl when they want to go to 
bed with her," he said sarcastically. 

"Why do you hate him?" 

"I don't hate him." 

"It sure sounds like you do." 

Her statement stopped Curt short momentarily. As he thought about the 
consequences of her accusation, he realized that there was more than a tiny 
measure of truth in it. He kept thinking about how much he thought of her. 
He finally recognized that a lot of his intensity and anger toward Hal 
resulted from his own desire for Mindy. 

As his eyes traveled downward, he observed first her beautiful voluptuous 
breasts, and then her long, sleek legs. He remembered how beautiful her legs 
had looked as they had flipped back and forth under the steady impetus of 
her lover's swift tongue stabs. 

The next thing Curt knew, his instincts were taking possession of him. He 
reached down with both hands and began sliding his fingers over his 
daughter's voluptuous tits. 

"You have such lovely breasts," he said in no more than a whisper. "I think 
the world of you, darling. But a kid like Hal. Hell, he's not good enough 
for you. You deserve better. You deserve the best. You don't need a kid, you 
need a man." 

"But he's one year older than I am." 

"That's not the point. He's not a man. You've got to wait for the right guy. 
Honey, believe me when I tell you I think more of you than anybody else. I'm 
trying to help you." 

At that point Curt's fingers began to tensely squeeze his daughter's hot 
breasts. He kept on gliding his fingers against them. Back and forth he 
steadily manipulated his fingers against her hot tits, and as he did, nature 
began to take hold. He observed the way that Mindy's body started to 
rhythmically swing with every finger stab that he generated. He recalled 
having seen the same movements when he had seen Hal working his tongue 
conscientiously against her pussy. He could see that it would be possible 
for him to excite his young daughter. The only question was whether he 
should. At that point he could hardly do otherwise. His instincts were 
totally seizing possession of him as he continued to slide his fingers 
against her breasts, stroking ever so quickly against her hot tits. 

"I love touching you," he said. "This is what I call heaven. You've got such 
lovely breasts. You're so much more receptive than your mother, dear." 

"What's wrong with mom?" 

"She just doesn't understand a man's needs. 

Not in the way that you do. You're so lovely. Honey, I want to touch you. I 
want to touch your hot tits." 

His fingers went back to work against his lover's breasts. Ever so eagerly 
he pushed his fingers against them, clutching and stabbing at her hot tits 
while he stroked her. A few moments later, he removed his fingers from her 
breasts. 

Ever so instinctively, he directed his right hand down her left leg. He 
loved touching her firm, creamy skin. 

"You're put together so beautifully," he told her softly. "I can see why any 
guy would be wild about you. I know I'm sure tempted. Tempted so hard that I 
can't possibly resist." 

While Curt's heart pounded inexorably, he let his fingers finally go to work 
against his daughter's snatch. Back and forth he let them manipulate against 
her pussy. He started slowly, then began to assert them with ever-greater 
rapidity. Pretty soon his fingers were working back and forth with greater 
zeal than ever. He let them continue to collide with her pussy. Ever so 
eagerly he asserted himself, driving his fingers against her hot mound as 
the excitement generated within every particle of her body. 

Her body began to slide back and forth with great eagerness as his fingers 
kept on working, driving with great sensation against her pussy. 

"I need to lick it," he said. "I need it more than your friend did." 

"I understand, dad," Mindy sighed. "Go down on me. I'm ready for it." 

"I need to dominate a woman," he told her. "With your mother, it's too big a 
hassle. I'm always arguing with her. I can sometimes get what I want, but I 
don't like having to put up with all that nonsense. With you there isn't 
gonna be any of that, baby. I can see it. You're so willing. I love you for 
it." 

"Go ahead, dad. You can eat my box. Come on and suck me. Just run your 
tongue inside my mound." 

"That's so sweet of you, my dear. All right, we'll keep it going. We'll keep 
up all of the beautiful action together." 

He reached down and grabbed his young daughter's buttocks. For a second it 
felt funny to him to be touching his daughter's curvaceous ass cheeks, but 
those feelings soon gave way to more erotic sensations. He recognized that 
he just had to excite his young daughter in a meaningful way, and that meant 
pushing and pressing his tongue deep inside her pussy. 

He slipped his tongue down between her legs and let it slide against her 
box. Back and forth he began to work it, driving it with piston-like skill 
against her snatch. She noticed that he was starting his action in an even 
swifter manner than had Hal. He wanted to get her off quickly, to enjoy 
every spirited sensation that he could from her. Back and forth his tongue 
kept on wielding, stabbing with lightning precision against her hot mound as 
he propelled her that much closer to orgasm. His tongue kept working, 
shoving deep inside her box, propelling eagerly against her pussy. 

"You tongue is burning me up," she said. "I can't help but feel the 
sensations from every stabbing move. Keep driving it. Work it, dad. I really 
need it. I need those movements you're giving me. Gosh, damned, it feels so 
good." 

While Curt kept on conscientiously sliding his tongue inside of his 
daughter's mound, he slapped at her buttocks. He held onto her firm ass 
cheeks, letting his tongue continue to assert itself as her hips kept 
wiggling back and forth. She was enjoying the sturdy, determined tongue 
strokes that he was letting loose. 

A few captivating strokes later, he was about set to unleash his fury. He 
let his fingers drop down from her buttocks to her legs. His fingers 
caressed her thighs for a few strokes, then worked downward toward her 
ankles. Up and down he continued to maneuver with his fingers, bringing her 
ever closer to the point of an exhilarating, passionate orgasm. 

"Bring me off," she said. "I love every stroke, dad. It's so nice. I like 
what you're doing for me." 

Curt kept moving his tongue ever so nimbly, pushing her that much closer to 
orgasm. His tongue kept twisting and turning, spinning with great desire and 
determination into her box. A few captivating strokes later, he knew that he 
was just about ready to bring her off. So he kept on working, driving his 
tongue, pushing it even more rapidly than before as he prepared to bring her 
to a satisfying orgasm. 

Her hips continued to dance, and a few swift tongue stabs later, the juices 
bolted from her mound. He ever so graciously received them, swallowing them 
in a matter of seconds, then suddenly removing his tongue from her pussy. 

"That I absolutely loved," he said. 

As Mindy lay there and rested momentarily, Curt got up quickly from the bed. 
He began to rapidly remove his clothes. As he unbuckled his belt, then undid 
his trousers, he could see just how hard his penis was. He felt the 
tenacious waves of excitement bristling through his cock as he got ready to 
show it to her all its nude glory. 

Mindy's eyes were alertly focused in the direction of his huge penis. She 
liked the looks of his erection, and as he stepped out of his trousers, he 
reached down and grabbed his shorts. One swift, decisive tug later, he 
pulled off his shorts. He looked down at his huge, erect phallus. 

"I like the size of my dick," he looked at his daughter and smiled. 

"It looks great." 

"Sure it does. You know why? It wants to please you. It wants to satisfy you 
very much, my dear." 

"It looks terrific." 

"I wonder if you're up to reaching out and jerking on it" "I sure am." 

"You know, that's not your mother's bag. She doesn't go for that at all." 

"I'm sorry she won't do more for you." 

"So am I, but I guess that's just the way that it goes." 

As she lay there stretched out on the bed, Curt reached out and tugged at 
his penis. Up and down he smoothly manipulated his fingers over it for a few 
strokes. 

When Curt finally withdrew his fingers from his dick, he slid his body ever 
so slowly into bed with Mindy. He reached out with his left leg and let it 
touch her leg. He liked the smooth contact, and it caused his whole body, to 
twitch. She was exciting him no end. All he had to do was touch her and the 
waves of excitement rippled through his entire body. 

His fingers worked up and down his penis for several strokes. He looked over 
at Mindy and smiled. 

"Reach out and touch my cock," he said. "Come on, darling, I want you to 
really slide your fingers. Let them go to work. I want you to really excite 
me." 

She nodded, reaching out with both hands and letting them begin to slide 
against his hard rod. Ever so searchingly she explored his cock, and the 
quicker that her fingers maneuvered as they made steady contact with his 
peter, the broader the smile became on his face. 

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "You're really stroking me, honey. 
This is what I call nice action. Come on, work your fingers over my dick. 
Really let them slide. Come on, finger my pecker." 

His whole body trembled as her fingers kept on asserting themselves with 
great desire, sweeping up and down the full length of his huge tool. A few 
strokes later, he knew that she would have to remove them. He needed more 
intimate contact from her. 

"You can let go now," Curt said. "Now I'm gonna need something else. Baby, I 
want to go all the way with you." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

As Curt lay there with his legs spread, heaving deep sighs of anticipation, 
he knew he had to get his balls satisfied. 

"Reach down and touch my balls," he said urgently. "You did a good job with 
your fingers over my dick. Now let them slide over my testicles. Come on, 
baby. Really let yourself go. Let them collide with my hot testicles." 

It excited Mindy to hear the way that her father was talking. She could see 
that he had a wild, uninhibited side that really appealed to her. She could 
hardly believe that it was her own father who was issuing these commands, 
but by that point in time she no longer cared. The only thing that mattered 
to her was seeing to it that he was satisfied to the ultimate extent. 

"Run your fingers over my pecker," he said. 

"Then run your fingers over my balls. You can do it, sweetheart." 

She reached out with both hands, letting her fingers begin to glide against 
his hot balls. He observed the way that his balls immediately began to 
expand. They itched tremendously from the swift, decisive finger action that 
she employed as she let them maneuver against his testicles. Ever so eagerly 
she kept up the stroking action, driving her fingers against his balls as 
his whole body came alive with passion. He felt like he was being born 
again. There was no more of this having to beg Sally for sex. He was 
receiving the kinds of thrills that he felt he should rightfully obtain, and 
he was getting them from his own beautiful, voluptuous daughter. 

Her fingers kept on stroking quickly against his balls. Ever so convincingly 
she kept on plunging them, asserting them against his testicles for a few 
more strokes. He finally felt that it was time to receive some swift sucking 
strokes from her. 

"Baby, run your tongue against my balls," he said. "I'm really excited now. 
Come on, baby. Really assert your tongue." 

That was all that he had to say. At that point Mindy took over. She let her 
tongue go to work with spectacular ease and grace against his balls. Ever so 
eagerly she let her tongue push and stab against his hot testicles. She kept 
on grinding her tongue against his warm balls and the faster that she 
manipulated it, the greater the degree of excitement that extended itself 
throughout his entire body. He was overwhelmed with passion, enjoying every 
swift, convincing tongue stab that she unleashed against his balls. 

A few captivating tongue strokes later, his whole body was coming unglued. 
Back and forth he kept on steadily gliding his hips, enjoying the quick, 
rapid-fire tongue strokes that she continued to assert. A few swift, 
assertive tongue strokes later, he was ready for some additional 
stimulation. He wanted her to continue her tongue action, but also felt the 
compelling need for some finger strokes. 

"While you're sucking my balls, reach out and touch my cock," he told her. 
"Come on, grind your fingers over my prick. Really do it." 

While her tongue kept on pushing against his testicles, she reached out with 
both hands. She allowed her fingers to maneuver slowly over the tip of his 
rod. She started out at a very slow pace, enjoying every stroke that she was 
delivering. Back and forth she kept it up, stroking with ever greater speed. 
The faster that she maneuvered her tongue against his balls, the quicker in 
turn that she also let her fingers move against the tip of his prick. 

Without needing an additional word of encouragement from Curt, she began to 
slide her fingers up and down the full length of his steely rod. She let her 
fingers squeeze the warm folds of flesh while her tongue kept on proceeding 
against his testicles, working ever so convincingly. A few tongue strokes 
later, Curt recognized that he just had to receive some satisfying tongue 
sensations against his prick. 

"Turn loose of my balls," he said. "Now the action's focused in my prick. 
Come on and suck it. Baby doll, really plunge your tongue. Come on, 
sweetheart. Slide your tongue against my pecker. Really let it go to work." 

She let her tongue begin to slide against the tip of his pecker. She worked 
very slowly in the beginning, then began to assert it more quickly than 
before. Back and forth she kept up her stimulating stabs. Pretty soon she 
was extending her pace, commencing to slide her tongue up and down the full 
length of Curt's rod. While her tongue kept on sliding against his dick, she 
reached down with both hands and let her fingers slide against his balls. 
She squeezed them ever so sharply, determined to bring him off in the best 
possible way. 

"Keep up the sucking," he told her. "You really know how to do it. I'm 
overwhelmed. Keep driving your tongue." 

Curt gasped and sighed as his loving daughter Mindy put everything that she 
had into her flaming tongue movements. Up and down she kept sliding her 
tongue, swinging it with great passion and skill against his penis. She 
pushed it vigorously, working him that much nearer to the point of an 
explosion. 

She could tell from the way that he was reacting that an earthquake was in 
the offing. His whole body kept wiggling. His hips slid with great desire 
and zeal as she sucked, driving her tongue against his hot stiff dick as she 
pushed him ever closer to climax. 

"Keep it going," he sighed. 

She enjoyed the feeling of power. Mindy was definitely wielding it with 
every tongue stab. While her tongue kept on manipulating, sliding up and 
down the full length of his huge, mammoth rod, she reached down with both 
hands and clutched sharply against his balls. She could not seem to squeeze 
tightly enough as she kept on clutching and stabbing, running her fingers 
against his balls as she sucked him. Ever so eagerly she kept on sliding her 
tongue, swiftly allowing it to make contact with his long, scorching penis. 

"Bring me off," he said. "I really love it, baby." 

As she kept on working, sliding him ever closer to climax, he reached out 
with both hands. He slid his fingers against her buttocks, letting them 
plunge against her ass cheeks. He kept on gasping and sighing as her tongue 
worked against his stiff pecker. She kept pushing it up and down his 
scorching rod, driving him ever closer to the point of orgasm. 

"Just a few more strokes," he said. 

Her tongue kept twisting and turning, working against the warm, firm folds 
of flesh. It amazed Mindy just how rapidly she was becoming acclimated to 
the joys of cock sucking. She kept on letting her tongue hurl up and down 
his huge, steaming rod. A few strokes later, he knew, he would be juicing. 
The dazzling droplets of steaming white cum would spurt from the end of his 
tool and into her mouth. In order to make that inevitability even more 
pressing, he pushed his tool back and forth. He was doing whatever he could 
to supply impetus as she continued her surging pace, asserting her tongue 
against his long stiff dick as she worked him that much nearer to climax. 

He wiggled his hips, heaved another loud sigh, then prepared to unleash his 
joy juices. The droplets of steaming liquid would soon be escaping from the 
end of his hot stick and spurting into her waiting mouth. 

"This is super," he said. "Just keep working it. Work your tongue. And keep 
your fingers moving nimbly over my balls. I like that kind of action, too. 
You're really good at it, darling. Keep it going." 

While Curt heaved another loud sigh, his daughter gripped his balls more 
sharply than ever. As she held on for everything she was worth, the first 
few droplets of penis fluid began to ease out of the end of his tool. He 
wiggled his hips back and forth, heaving a deep sigh as the cock stream 
began. 

She swallowed a few droplets, then prepared to receive the avalanche that 
she was certain would spill from the end of his dick. Pretty soon it was 
forthcoming. The solid droplets of sperm began to shoot wildly from the end 
of his tool, spilling out of the end of his penis and into her mouth. 

"I'm unloading," he gasped. "This is great. Come on, swallow the stuff, 
darling! Go ahead. Yes, eat it, baby, eat it." 

His hips kept on wiggling, twisting back and forth as he heaved another deep 
sigh, watching as he steady procession of juice continued to unleash itself 
from the end of his pecker and into her mouth. His hips kept on swinging 
back and forth. He enjoyed every solid tongue stab that she put forward as 
she brought him off. 

A few seconds later, she released her tongue from his hot tool. He looked 
down at his penis, which shrunk very little. 

"You know, you really bring out the best in me," he told Mindy, reaching out 
and patting her on the top of the head. 

"I hope so. I did the best I could, dad." 

"You really did, and that was plenty good." 

He reached out and kissed his young daughter's lips. As he removed his lips 
from hers, he slid his fingers downward and let them play with his cock. A 
few strokes later, he found out how much he was agitating himself. He 
recognized how badly he wanted to get his rocks off inside of his daughter's 
pussy. It was a bold move, surely, but it was one he would not turn back 
from. Not when he felt that degree of dazzling desire. He felt that he 
needed to send his huge tool deep inside her pussy. He wanted to drive it 
with convincing speed and grace into her pubic mound until the stirring 
droplets of cock juice shot from his pecker. 

He kept on sliding his fingers up and down his cock. He did it for a few 
strokes more, after which he suddenly released his fingers from his pecker. 

"I'm gonna get you so turned on," he grinned. "I'm gonna give you a tongue 
bath, and then I'm gonna fuck you. How does that grab you, sweetheart?" 

"I like it fine." 

"The only thing is we can't take too long. We can't take any chances of 
being discovered by your mother." 

"I guess not." 

"But don't let the thought terrify you. We're not gonna get caught. We're 
much too shrewd for that." 

"I hope so." 

"So just wait, darling. I'm gonna really excite you." 

He thrust his tongue forward, letting it connect with his lover's left 
breast. Ever so eagerly he asserted his tongue, working it with speed and 
diligence against her breast. He kept up his surging tongue efforts, 
applying his tongue with great skill against her breast. He kept on working 
his tongue dramatically, sliding it against her hot tit. He continued the 
steady tongue pace for a few strokes more, after which he released it and 
let his tongue collide with her other breast. 

"Go to it," she said. "Really let your tongue collide with my skin." 

Mindy enjoyed the dazzling strokes that he sent forth against her hot tit. 
By now her mind was miles removed from the terrible calamity and 
embarrassment that had occurred just a short time earlier. She was no longer 
thinking about Hal. He was somebody far in the distance. Instead she was 
thinking about her father, recognizing just how much she wanted him. She 
could tell from every intense tongue stab that he sent her way just how 
excited he was, and how badly he seemed to need her. 

When he finally removed his tongue from her breast, he let his tongue drop 
downward toward her stomach- He slid it all around her stomach, then let it 
collide with her navel. 

"That tickles," she exclaimed. 

He kept on letting his tongue connect with her navel. He asserted it for a 
few more strokes, then suddenly released it from her navel. He was ready 
then to let his tongue press against her ears. 

He whipped his tongue against her left ear drum. Back and forth he pushed 
it, letting it constantly press against her ear drum. Ever so effectively he 
kept up his hot, maneuvering pace. Back and forth he worked his tongue, 
letting it project against her ear. He worked it against her left ear for a 
few more strokes, then removed it. He let his tongue then collide with her 
right ear, and the quicker that he let it dance, the better that she enjoyed 
it. She thrived on the scintillating tongue stabs that he employed. 

When Curt removed his tongue from his daughter's ear, he reached down and 
toyed with her pussy. He wanted to get her every bit as excited as she had 
been a few minutes earlier. So he worked his fingers against her hot snatch, 
letting them constantly collide with her mound. He asserted his fingers for 
several long minutes, then finally removed them. 

"Now I'm gonna let my cock plunge inside your pussy," he told her. "I really 
want to let it go to work. I'm gonna fuck your mound. I'm gonna really 
plunge my cock. I'm gonna drive it." 

He reached out and slid his fingers against her ass cheeks. He held on 
sharply, his fingers eagerly pressing against her firm, warm skin. The 
longer that he grabbed hold of her buttocks, the more eager that Curt became 
to slip his cock inside of her slippery slit. 

"What a beautiful snatch," he smiled. "I want inside it." 

"Go ahead. It's all yours. I'm all yours." 

"That's the way a relationship should be. If only your mother had your 
attitude. But what the hell. We're not gonna worry about her. We're 
concerned about ourselves. I'm concerned about giving you all of the 
satisfaction that I can." 

As his fingers rifled against her hot ass cheeks, and as he pressed them 
firmly, Curt asserted his cock. He let it push forward, sending it inside of 
his lover's mound. His whole body began to twist as he flipped it back and 
forth, sliding his peter deep inside her pussy. 

"What a tight fit," he said. "My cock and your snatch. That's what I like. I 
love it." 

He kept working his cock forward, letting it consistently connect with her 
mound. Her whole body was alive with wild sensation as he fucked her, 
driving his penis inside of her pussy as he worked ever closer to the point 
of a great climax. 

While his fingers kept gliding and his cock kept pushing ever deeper into 
her pussy, Mindy recognized that she was on the verge of juicing. There was 
no way, she knew, that she could withstand much more of that particular type 
of dedicating fucking without having to juice. So as he kept ramming his 
cock deep inside her, she finally heaved a deep sigh. 

"Here I go," she exclaimed. "The juices are really shooting. Baby doll, 
ohhh, what a fuck." 

"Hang on, because I'm gonna be juicing pretty soon myself." 

"That's great. So keep your cock tearing inside my mound." 

"You'd better believe I will." 

His hard, aroused dick kept slamming ever deeper into her pussy. He liked 
the way that her body rode with his movements. Not only were her hips 
sliding, but her cunt muscles seemed to instinctively tighten every time 
that he penetrated her with his tool. He kept on slamming his penis 
repeatedly inside her, the fires building within every ounce of their 
respective bodies as he kept up his pace. 

A few swift, determined stabs later, Curt recognized just how close he was 
drawing. 

"Here we go," Curt exclaimed. "The juices. Damned, they're gonna shoot." 

His bulging cock kept on making firm, steady contact with her pussy. He 
rammed his dick inside her a few more times, blasting hard with it, and all 
the while the stored-up juices came ever closer to the point of explosion. 

His fingers slapped at her buttocks a few times and he heaved one loud last 
gasp. At that point, Curt decided that he ought to slip his tongue inside of 
his lover's mouth. 

Curt realized that the French kiss would provide them with a new dimension 
to the fucking. 

So he worked his tongue forward, letting it glide inside her mouth. Back and 
forth their tongues collided with great spirit and eagerness. As they kept 
on denting and slashing against each other, his rifle-like cock kept on 
surging forward. 

A few swift strokes later, while their tongues remained pressed against each 
other, the stirring juices started to shoot from the end of his long, 
bulging tool. 

As their tongues kept on sliding as the point of impact arrived, Mindy's 
body pressed ever closer toward his as he expelled the juices from his 
stick. 

Curt's body kept wiggling all the while, and his tongue kept dancing ever so 
eagerly as the steaming white pecker liquids shot from his tool. Pretty soon 
he released his tongue from her mouth and his hot dick from her snatch. 

"That was really something," he smiled. "This is the best fuck I can ever 
recall getting from anybody." 

"Really, darling?" 

"That's right. You're so much more passionate than your mother. That's what 
I like. A woman who really lets herself go. You know, maybe you're only 
sixteen, but you act a lot older. Especially with your knowledge of how to 
please a man." 

Mindy smiled. The compliment from her father caused her to feel a 
contentment that she had not experienced in quite some time. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Despite the fact that he had enjoyed sex with his daughter enormously, Curt 
experienced guilt feelings almost immediately after the act ended. ; He 
began wondering just what had gotten into him. He was subdued for the rest 
of the evening, saying very little either to Sally or his daughter. He went 
to bed early, doing his best to get to sleep. He tossed and turned for much 
of the night, however, reliving the moments of the sex experience. He would 
one moment welcome the memories, recognizing just how much he had enjoyed 
fucking his daughter. But after thinking in greater depth about what had 
happened, he couldn't help but feel a certain amount of shame. After all, 
just what right did he have to take on his own daughter in bed? She was his 
daughter, not his mistress, and he had taken great pains to bring her up 
properly. If he could chastize her for having sex with Hal, then what right 
did he have to engage in sex with her? 

The next day, Curt decided that the thing to do was to try and re-establish 
a firmer sexual relationship with his wife. If he could do that, then maybe 
he wouldn't experience the same kinds of intense wants that had driven him 
to engage in a desperate act of sex with his own daughter. 

That evening he took his wife and daughter out to dinner. As they came back, 
he whispered in Sally's ear. 

"I sure could use a little sex tonight," he smiled. 

"Fine, dear," she smiled back. 

That surprised him. It was the first time in quite a spell ' hat Sally had 
reacted that wholeheartedly. 

Doing his best to put his worries behind him, Curt went immediately to bed 
with Sally. As soon as they had stripped off their clothes, he threw his 
body next to hers. He reached out and grabbed her breasts, and as his 
fingers clutched and stabbed at them, he slid his tongue forward, directing 
it inside of her mouth. He could feel the zings, the shock waves of passion 
as their tongues collided. He kept up the steady, determined tongue impact 
for a few strokes more, after which he re]ased his tongue from her mouth. 

"I'll tell you what I really need," she sighed. "I need a pussy suck. Get me 
off. Let your tongue slide." 

He nodded, immediately dropping his head down between Sally's legs. It 
thrilled Curt to realize that his wife was actually in the mood for sex. He 
kept thinking that if he could get back on the right footing sexually with 
Sally, that he would no longer feel the waves of desperation that had driven 
him to having sex with his daughter. 

So he went to work with great spirit, letting his tongue proceed against her 
mound. Back and forth he worked it, letting it connect with her hot snatch. 
He kept on driving his tongue inside of her mound, letting it move with 
spectacular grace against her snatch. A few quick, effective tongue stabs 
later, he knew that he just about had her off. So Curt kept on wielding his 
tongue, sliding it inside her hot passion pit, moving her ever closer to 
orgasm. 

"Keep your twisting tongue moving," Sally told him. "Just drive it inside my 
box. You're gonna get me off. I like the way you're working your tongue." 

A few captivating strokes later, he had her ready to juice. He pushed his 
tongue eagerly inside of her snatch, working it convincingly against her 
pussy as she was ready to explode. Several swift strokes later, the juices 
started to shoot from her mound, spilling into his mouth. Curt collected 
every morsel, then released his tongue. 

"I guess one good tongue job deserves another," he winked. "Look at the size 
of my cock. Go down on it." 

"Don't be ridiculous," Sally said disgustedly. "Let's go to bed." 

"We are in bed." 

"I mean to sleep." 

"Oh, sure," he erupted angrily, "now that you've had your satisfaction, 
that's all you give a damn about." 

"You'll disturb your daughter. Don't raise your voice. I don't like petulant 
men." 

"I have my reasons to get angry. Here I've given you a beautiful pussy suck, 
so what do you do to me. You tell me that I can just go to hell." 

"If you want to, I guess you can fuck my mound. Just make it fast." 

"That's the trouble with you," Curt said. "You're selfish. Damn selfish." 

"I don't want to listen to your insults." 

"It's not an insult. I'm just raising a fact." 

"I'm gonna read. I'm not gonna put up with any of this nonsense." 

"You call it nonsense, but I call it coming to grips with the truth. Sure, 
you don't want to hear it. You don't want to hear anything that is gonna 
make you recognize the truth. You want to just have it strictly your way. 
That's all you want" "Stop accusing me," Sally's eyes widened with anger. 

"I'm gonna take what I feel is rightfully mine." 

Curt felt a belligerence toward Sally that was not usually there. What 
brought it out was the selfishness she had demonstrated, that of wanting him 
to suck her mound, then not providing him with the proper kind of excitement 
and not demonstrating a willingness to let him receive some action in the 
way he wanted it Curt reached out and ran his fingers over his dick a few 
times. When he released his fingers from his rod, he pushed his cock 
forward. He rammed it toward her mouth. 

"I'm throat fucking you," Curt said. "If you won't go along with what I 
want, then I'm gonna take what's mine. You're mine. You're my wife. It's 
high time that you started to learn that." 

Before she had a chance to say or do anything, Curt already had his penis 
plunging into her mouth. He rammed it steadily forward, letting it grip 
inside her mouth. From the very beginning, he asserted it with every ounce 
of dramatic conviction that he could send forth. He rammed it sharply inside 
her mouth, slamming it all the way into her throat. He slid it against the 
base of her throat, fucking sharply, driving his tool ever so steadily and. 
diligently inside her mouth. Ever so convincingly he kept fucking her, 
slamming his cock hard, plunging it into her mouth as he worked it against 
her throat. 

"This I love," he grinned. "This is my kind of action." 

He kept on gasping and sighing, his cock gripping against her throat. He 
loved the steady contact, and it gave Curt a feeling of power to know that 
he was controlling the movements. There was nothing that his gorgeous wife 
could do about it. He strictly held the upper hand as his penis kept on 
sliding and stabbing into her mouth, driving against the base of her throat. 
He pumped with great vigor, sliding his tool into her, practically choking 
her with his rapid-fire movements. 

Several times she gasped and closed her eyes. Sally was scarcely able to 
breathe. She had been taken totally by surprise, and now she was helpless, 
receiving solid cock jolts inside of her mouth. He reached out and grabbed 
at her breasts. He squeezed them sharply, then let his fingers tweak her 
nipples. She hated the fact that he was dominating her in such a way, 
sliding his hard, sledge-hammer-like rod into her mouth. He kept pushing 
himself that much closer to a brilliant climax. His penis stabbed 
forcefully, pushing and plunging into her mouth as he worked himself ever 
nearer. 

A few swift strokes later, the cock juices were ready to splash in a blaze 
of glory from the end of his tool. He kept on ramming his cock inside her, 
slamming it into her mouth, penetrating his dick against her throat. 

"Here we go," he sighed. "I'm about to juice, darling. I'm gonna really 
unleash the stuff. Every drop of hot sperm. I love the feeling." 

His buttocks began to twist and turn more rapidly than before as he pushed 
himself that much nearer. He rammed her sharply with his tool, slamming it 
inside her hot mouth as he pushed himself toward orgasm. A few captivating 
strokes later, the juices just had to spray. He heaved a deep sigh. At that 
point the stirring droplets of cock juice began to spray from the end of his 
stick and into her hot mouth. 

"Just great," he said. "You're swallowing my goo. Beautiful." 

Curt kept on ramming his dick against the base of Sally's throat until the 
final few droplets of cock spray had spilled from his dick. When he removed 
his pecker, he stretched out next to her. 

She looked at him with hostility. 

"You bastard," she said, managing to keep her tone down, but indicating 
hate. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Taking advantage of me like that. You know, you're no better than a common 
rapist." 

"I happen to be your husband. I've got a license that gives me privileges to 
do things like this." 

"Not to participate in acts without my consent," she growled. "I hate what 
you just did. And I hate you for it. Furthermore, if you think I've been 
tough on you now, you haven't seen anything yet. I feel like cutting you off 
from all sex. I feel like divorcing you." 

"Just because I throat fucked you?" 

"Subjecting me to such terrible indignities. You're rotten. You're no damned 
good." 

"Come on now." 

"I mean it. You're a terrible beast. You're impossible. Simply impossible." 

"I just wanted a little bit of sex." 

"It was the way that you took it. I didn't want you to do that." 

"I know. It's becoming all too familiar. You don't want me to do much of 
anything." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

As the argument with Sally continued, Curt noticed how her face was 
flushing. 

"I can't believe that the man I married and loved has turned into such a 
terrible monster," she told him. 

"How can you say that?" 

"The way you're abusing me sexually." 

"It seems like any time we just climb into bed, that's interpreted as sexual 
abuse." 

"Don't get cute." 

"I'm not. I'm just being logical." 

"Let's just drop the subject." 

"All right, but quite naturally I don't like to be called a beast," Curt 
said. 

"And quite naturally I don't like to be sexually abused." 

Throughout the entire next day, her words reverberated through Curt's ears. 
On the job he was normally totally immersed in what he was doing, but that 
day he found himself daydreaming. One time he even had to bring himself out 
of a session while a client was in his office. It embarrassed him, since he 
had to ask the client to repeat a question. 

When he arrived home early in the evening, he picked up a note on the dining 
room table, left by Sally. It informed him that she would be gone for most 
of the evening. She would be spending it in the company of some of the women 
in the women's club to which she belonged. There was an evening fashion show 
and cocktail party over on the other side of town. 

Curt was just as happy that Sally was not there. He knew that if she were 
around, there would probably be just more friction between them. He knew how 
steadily things were deteriorating. He had hoped the evening before that 
some stimulating sex with her would get his mind off of his daughter. But as 
the situation continued to deteriorate with Sally, he kept on thinking more 
about Mindy and how much the sex had meant to him. 

He fixed himself something quick for dinner. He gobbled down some cold cuts, 
then washed them down with a bottle of beer. Just as he was finishing, Mindy 
arrived home. 

"Hello, darling," he grinned. "What are you doing home so late?" 

"I stayed at the library at school and did my homework." 

"That's the wise girl. Now you've got the rest of the evening free and you 
don't have to feel worried when you're called on the next day." 

"That's right. I get so embarrassed, dad, if I don't know the answer." 

"I know how that is," he nodded. "As a matter of fact, I know it a whole lot 
better than you do. I used to go through stuff like that, darling. I would 
be as embarrassed as hell when I'd be called on. I just never seemed to be 
prepared." 

"I wouldn't figure you that way at all, dad. You're very bright and alert. 
I'm sure you're being overly modest. You probably were very well prepared in 
class." 

"No, as a matter of fact, I wasn't," he shook his head. "I didn't really 
start to wise up until I was in college for quite awhile. Then I finally 
learned what it was all about. The discipline and all. Before that I was 
more concerned about sports than I was about buckling down and studying. But 
I learned in time. I learned to discipline myself, and I wound up with a 
pretty good job." 

"You really have. You've been super." 

Mindy, playing the role of the lovely daughter, leaned over and kissed her 
father on the forehead. He did not interpret the kiss as daughterly, 
however, and his cock immediately began to bulge. He stole a glance down at 
his crotch, and as he observed how hard he was, his daughter Mindy made the 
same observation. Her eyes locked momentarily on his huge erection. 

"You're really turned on with me, daddy," she said. 

"Too much, I'm afraid, darling," he shook his head. "You are my daughter, 
after all. I want the best for you. I don't want to be remembered as a guy 
who fucks his little girl." 

"You're too sensitive, dad." 

"I don't think so. But whatever, all I know is that I want you right now." 

"You and mom had quite an argument last night," Mindy said. 

"You heard it?" 

"Sure. I even heard the part where mom was telling you to quiet down because 
otherwise I might hear." 

"You've got sharp ears," Curt grinned. 

"They don't have to be that sharp. You two were talking louder than you 
probably realized." 

"That might very well be." 

"Anyhow, I guess it probably stemmed from sex. Your argument, that is." 

"I don't really like to talk about it, but since you came up with the 
answer, I'll confirm it. That's what it was all about It was about sex, and 
the whole thing made me damned angry. Your mother thinks that if I want to 
engage in any kind of sex act that gives me some erotic pleasure, that I'm 
being a monster. A rapist practically." 

"That's ridiculous. A nice handsome man like you. She should be happy to 
have you." 

"Thank you. I'm glad that somebody around here appreciates me." 

"I've always appreciated you." 

Mindy leaned forward once more. This time she let her lips sink against her 
father's. She pressed them hard enough, but not quite as hard as she could 
have. All the same, there was only one interpretation for her kiss as far as 
Curt was concerned. He interpreted it as purely erotic. His penis hardened 
that much more, and he felt an ever-growing need for sexual satisfaction. 

As she removed her lips, he reached out and ran his fingers through her 
hair. He dropped his hands downward toward her back. He grabbed hold of her, 
pushing her to him. As he clutched his body against hers, feeling her warm 
breasts against the outline of their clothing, he pushed his tongue forward. 
He wanted an opportunity to French kiss his beautiful daughter. Curt noticed 
the way that his heart was palpitating as he slipped his tongue inside of 
her mouth. Back and forth he worked it. Ever so skillfully he pushed and 
plunged his tongue against hers. He kept it wiggling and thrusting for 
several long seconds. 

He noticed the way that Mindy's beautiful body reacted to his tongue stabs. 
Her whole body slid under the steady impact of his blazing tongue as he 
pushed it inside of her mouth. A few moments later Curt released his tongue 
from Mindy's mouth. 

He jumped up quickly from the sofa. 

"Let's go in the bedroom," he said. "I really need you, baby. I need you 
damned bad." 

They walked into the bedroom together. Before they slid their bodies 
downward into the bed, Curt reached out one more time. He let his arms 
converge around his daughter's body. He pressed his arms firmly against her 
body, then kissed her lips. When he removed his lips from hers, he glided 
her body downward into the bed with his own. 

Curt reached out with both hands. He swiftly began to undo his lover's 
blouse. The longer he kept at it, the quicker and more skillfully that his 
fingers probed. He finally pulled lovely Mindy's blouse over her head. Once 
he removed it, he reached out and undid her bra straps. When he slid her bra 
off of her, he cupped his fingers dramatically around her tits. He loved 
squeezing her breasts once more. He couldn't help but contrast how eager she 
was to please him sexually with his wife's coldness. Back and forth his 
fingers steadily glided against her breasts. He kept up the skillful strokes 
for a few more seconds, then swiftly released his fingers. He reached down 
and undid his lover's skirt. He slid the zipper down ever so rapidly, then 
reached out and grabbed her skirt. He tugged ever so joyously, pulling at 
her skirt. He slid it down her legs, then off of her altogether. 

"I really love the looks of you," he said, licking his lips. "You're some 
kind of beautiful woman." 

Once that he removed the skirt from her, he admired her lovely legs: He 
permitted his fingers to slide up and down her creamy legs, clutching one 
moment at her thighs, then the next at her ankles. He moved his fingers 
upward once more toward her hot thighs. His fingers pressed resoundingly 
against them, after which he removed them altogether. He looked at her legs 
for a few more seconds, then reached out and began to clutch at her panties. 
He always loved touching her dazzling white panties. He knew that it was the 
last act prior to totally undressing her. 

He reached down and began to clutch at her panties, sliding them eagerly 
down her legs. His fingers kept on plunging against her panties. He slid her 
panties down her legs ever so smoothly and rapidly. He took them off of her, 
then observed her lovely mound. He reached down and began to touch her hot 
furry patch. His fingers maneuvered smoothly over the warm folds of pussy 
flesh. His fingers kept on shoving against the twat hair, after which he 
then slid his fingers inside of her mound. Back and forth he asserted his 
fingers, letting them glide against her pussy. He stroked her with 
convincing rapidity, exciting her with every touch. 

When he removed his fingers from her hot mound, he got up from the bed. 
"It's time for me to take off my clothes," Curt smiled "When's mom gonna be 
back? Not that I'm trying to discourage you." 

"That's a good point. We've always got to be aware of those things, darling. 
You don't need to worry. She won't be back for quite some time. She's gone 
out with some friends." "That's good." 

"So we can let ourselves go." 

"That really sounds good." 

"Yes, it does. Just wait until I sink my cock into you. You know, if 
anything, I'm even hornier now than I was the other day." 

"Then I know I'm gonna get a great fuck." 

"You sure are, dear." 

Pretty soon Curt had completely removed everything. His daughter smiled when 
she observed the size of his long penis. He slid his body into bed next to 
hers. He reached out once more and let his fingers glide against her pussy. 
Ever so convincingly he slid his fingers against her snatch. He kept up the 
steady, rhythmic pace. He wanted to get her as excited as he could, and once 
that he put her in a state of great agitation, he was determined to slide 
inside of her mound. 

"Keep your fingers moving," she exclaimed. "I like the way you're stroking, 
honey. You've got great tongue movements. I really love what you're doing." 

"Of course you do, baby. So do I. We're really making great strides 
together." 

He kept his fingers maneuvering for several long seconds. When he finally 
removed them from her hot nest, he prepared to shove his tongue forward. He 
wanted it to collide with her hot nest. Once that he succeeded in bringing 
her off, Curt knew, he could then move on to other things. Not that the 
pussy sucking wasn't enjoyable. It was immensely enjoyable to him. It was 
just that he was also concerned about utilizing it as a means to an end. He 
could then proceed onward to the hot fucking, where he could grind his hot 
cock ever so steadily inside of his darling daughter. 

Once that he removed his fingers from her snatch, he observed the way that 
her whole body was twisting. She felt hot tingly urges throughout her body, 
and she wanted very badly to receive some swift, assertive tongue strokes 
from him. 

He dropped his head down between her legs. His tongue went to work on her 
clitoris several times. He let it dart and stab, and as he pushed his tongue 
against her clit, he liked the way that her whole body reacted. Her hips 
kept dancing and she heaved deep sighs, encouraging Curt in every way that 
she could. 

"You're so good," she said. "Darling, I like the way you're sucking me. 
You're exciting me when you touch my clit. There's no better way of turning 
me on." 

After Curt had tantalized his daughter with several rapid-fire strokes 
against her clitoris, he let his tongue go to work against her thighs. He 
started out by permitting it to plunge against her left thigh. Up and down 
he skillfully worked his tongue, letting it collide with her hot thigh. A 
few swift strokes later, he released his tongue from her left thigh and let 
it go to work against her right. With great skill and zeal, he kept pushing 
his tongue. He let it work skillfully against her thigh. He drove it ever so 
rapidly against her leg, and as he did her whole body began to give way, 
enjoying every swift, dedicated stroke that he put forth with his tongue. 

"I really love this," she sighed. "You're really going all the way with me, 
dad. Give me tongue action I'll never forget. Come on, plant your tongue 
inside my pussy. Really slide it. You've got to bring me off, baby. You've 
got to do it. Glide it inside my pussy. Yes, honey. Really stroke my mound. 
Stroke it beautifully. You can stroke me until I'm off." 

As her hips kept moving with every instinctive thrust that he sent her way, 
Curt decided it was time to start planting his tongue inside of her pussy. 

He pushed his tongue down between her legs. He started to slide his tongue 
against her moist, savory nest. He felt right at home there. He enjoyed 
being around her pussy. Back and forth he skillfully manipulated his tongue, 
letting it drive with beauty and determination against her hot snatch. The 
quicker that he asserted his tongue, the closer that he found himself 
drawing her toward a brilliant orgasm. 

"Let's go to it," she sighed. "Come on, honey, bring me off. You're doing 
such a great job of it. Come on, slide your tongue. Work it nice and fast. 
Run it inside my mound. Baby doll, suck me. Come on, bring me off." 

A few swift, rapid-fire tongue strokes later, Curt was ready to bring his 
lover off. He kept on drilling his tongue, letting it maneuver briskly 
inside of her snatch as he pushed her that much nearer to the point of 
orgasm. He kept up his captivating strokes, letting his tongue work swiftly, 
steadily stepping up the pace as he pushed her ever closer to orgasm. 

"Bring me off," she exclaimed. "I like the way your tongue's working. Keep 
it going. Slide it against my mound. Baby doll. I like what you're doing." 

Her legs kicked back and forth and several strokes later he had her ready to 
juice. While his tongue kept wielding back and forth, Curt reached out and 
grabbed her hot butt. He held onto her ass cheeks for several strokes, then 
let his fingers slide down her legs. All the while he was pushing her that 
much more effectively toward a brilliant orgasm. 

The juices finally began to spurt from her pussy. His tongue kept winding 
back and forth inside of her mound. He kept it pushing and plunging as he 
swallowed the pussy droplets from her mound. 

"This is nice," she exclaimed. "I love the way you put your tongue to work. 
This is so cool. Baby doll, I love the sucking. This is so great." 

He removed his tongue from her hot snatch. The pussy suck was all over, and 
Curt had satisfied his daughter. 

"You sure do have a sweet snatch," he told her. 

"I'm glad you like it, dad." 

"I'll tell you something. It's so nice not to be bothered with terrible 
hang-ups, like I'm always getting with your mother." 

"If it's an unpleasant topic, let's not talk about it any more." 

"You know, you're absolutely right. We shouldn't. We should just drop the 
subject." 

"That's the only way to be." 

He grinned. Curt reached out and ran his fingers soothingly through his 
daughter's hair. As he looked down at his cock, he recognized how badly he 
needed to get it off again. It was one of those moments of urgency that he 
had always felt whenever he was around Mindy. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Curt wanted to try something bold, something he wouldn't have had the nerve 
to do the first time that he fucked with Mindy. 

Every time that he looked at the way her hot ass moved, he became that much 
more desirous to sink his cock inside of her asshole. He loved looking at 
her beautiful butt. He kept envisioning himself slamming his hot tool 
repeatedly inside of her anus. He wanted to drill it ever so hard, letting 
it slide with spectacular ease and precision inside of her hot asshole. It 
caused him to feel tremendous fires of enthusiasm, and as he slid his tongue 
forward, he knew he wanted to suck out her asshole. If he could just get her 
asshole agitated in the proper way, he thought, then he would be ready to 
slam his cock inside of her anus. He wanted to drive his tool with steady 
determination, to let it ram and stab inside of her asshole as he pushed 
himself toward a swift, highly devastating climax. 

As his tongue slipped inside of his lover's asshole, he let his tongue go to 
work with brisk desire. He started out quickly, and as he employed his 
tongue beautifully inside of Mindy's asshole, Curt kept on stepping up his 
pace. He started out at a rapid enough pace, but the longer that he kept up 
his swift, piercing tongue stabs, the more excited that she became. He kept 
on drilling her with his hot tongue, sliding it with stupendous ease inside 
of her anus. He drove his tongue skillfully, pursuing her asshole with every 
determined tongue stab. His tongue kept wiggling as he shoved it deep inside 
her ass. 

A few captivating strokes later, he removed his tongue from her asshole. He 
was all set to start employing his cock, but then he got to thinking about 
it. He realized that there was other unattended business for him to take 
care of before he actually fucked her asshole. 

"How do you feel?" he asked smilingly. 

"I feel great. What are you gonna do to me next, darling?" 

"I think I'll give you a nice finger fuck." 

"You really seem to be carried away with my ass." 

"Of course I am. It's such a beautiful ass. I want to reach out and start 
fingering it. I'm gonna plunge my finger high inside your asshole. I'm gonna 
get you really excited." 

He smiled broadly, letting his loving daughter Mindy know just how much she 
meant to him. He shoved his right index finger forward, allowing it to 
penetrate inside of her anus. Back and forth he glided his finger, pushing 
and shoving it against her asshole. He let it go to work skillfully, 
asserting it against her anus. He shoved it high and hard inside of her hot 
ass, giving it all that he had. 

"Damned, what a nice asshole," he said. "I can shove my finger up it 
forever. I really love stroking your hot ass, baby." 

"Just keep it up. Darling, keep sliding your finger up my asshole." 

"I will. I love this action." 

"Certainly. Damned, ahhh, this is nice." 

It pleased Curt to observe just how agitated his daughter was becoming from 
every stab that he directed her way. He kept pushing and shoving his finger 
deep inside her asshole, driving it with spirited ease and desire against 
her hot anus. The faster that he shoved his finger inside of her hot 
asshole, the greater the degree of recognition that surfaced within him as 
to how badly he needed to fuck her. He dreamed of sinking his hot, energetic 
tool inside her asshole. He wondered how she would react to the piercing 
stabs of his rapid-fire cock as it kept on connecting with her asshole. 

He removed his finger from her asshole. He could see from the way her whole 
body was twisting and turning that he had accomplished his purpose, that of 
exciting her as much as he could. He reached out with his trembling left 
hand, allowing his fingers to probe inside of her pussy. He shoved some 
pussy fluid inside her asshole, then got ready to fuck her. 

"I'm gonna send my cock inside your asshole," he told her. "I'm gonna really 
drive my penis, baby. You're gonna love it You're gonna love every stab I'm 
gonna give you." 

"You sound so uninhibited, dad. That's what I like about you. You're not 
afraid of anything. Not even giving me an asshole fuck." 

"That's it. You're being an obedient daughter." 

"I'm your obedient daughter," she nodded as he kept on lubricating her 
asshole. "Whatever you say goes. You can fuck me any way you want to. I know 
that you want me bad. Well, I want you bad, too. You go ahead, dad, and fuck 
me. Just slam your tool inside me. Really work it in my asshole." 

"You'd better believe that I will. I'm gonna give you a tremendous screw. 
I'm gonna slam my dick inside your asshole. I'm gonna grind it hard. I'm 
gonna grind it fast. I'm gonna really fuck your ass." 

"I like the sound of your pep talk," she giggled. "Go ahead, dad. Just shove 
your dick inside me." 

He reached out and grabbed her legs. He shoved them over his shoulders. He 
could see from the way her legs were trembling just how eager she was to get 
ass fucked. It made him feel great to know that she had no hang-ups where 
the fucking was concerned. She was willing to go all the way with him, and 
he in turn was willing to accommodate her in every way that he could. 

As her buttocks twitched back and forth, he shoved his cock forward. 

"Just don't hurt me too much with the first few stabs," she implored. 

"Don't you worry about a thing," Curt laughed. "I'm gonna take very good 
care of my little girl." 

Curt rigidly shoved his dick forward, letting it slide inside his daughter's 
asshole. He almost juiced instantly. Her tightness overwhelmed him. It was 
as good a screw as he had ever received in his life. He kept on knifing back 
and forth with his dick, driving his penis steadily forward inside of her 
hot asshole. 

"This is a good fuck," he sighed. "I just love it." 

"Just don't hurt me. It stings a little." 

"Just remain calm, baby. We're gonna keep up this beautiful action. I really 
do love it." 

Back and forth he continued to wield his hot spear, driving his cock deep 
inside of her anus. A few swift, effective cock stabs later, he was ready to 
juice. So he kept up his stiff, gliding stabs, working his penis inside of 
her asshole as he drove himself ever nearer the point of orgasm. His stiff 
penis kept on moving spectacularly, shoving with great desire into her 
asshole as he rocked his body back and forth, enjoying the stirring stabs 
that he kept on penetrating inside of her anus. 

"Keep up the fucking," she said. "Sure, it stings a little, but I don't mind 
it I love it, in fact. Fuck my asshole. Go ahead, daddy." 

His penis kept on sliding with rhythmic grace. As he fucked her hot asshole, 
he moved himself that much nearer to the point of climax. A few stabbing 
strokes later, the juices were about ready to shoot out of his long dick. He 
rammed her with everything that he had, putting every bit of determination 
he could muster into each and every stab that he asserted toward her 
asshole. 

His penis kept on pushing and sliding, projecting ever deeper into her anus. 
Every now and then he would slow up his pace. He did so that he would not 
orgasm prematurely. Curt wanted to make the most of his fuck. 

Several swift, grinding stabs later, he could see just how helpless he was 
becoming. He could feel the tension and the agitation surfacing in his hot 
balls, and as he pushed his dick that much deeper and drove that much closer 
to the fires of climax, he put that much more impact into his fucks. He kept 
on ramming his steely tool, shoving it ever so deeply inside of her anus as 
he drove himself that much closer to a stirring climax. 

He slapped at Mindy's buttocks, which kept on twisting and turning as he 
maintained his pace. A few steady, thrusting strides later, the juices were 
ready to shoot from his tool. Curt knew that there was no holding back at 
that point. He just had to get off, and he would only succeed through the 
same kind of diligent efforts he was employing. His cock surged all the way 
into her rectum, driving with spectacular eagerness. He was amazed over the 
way that she picked up the rhythm of things. Her hips kept on twisting, her 
ass cheeks gliding as he fucked her, sliding his tool deep inside her anus. 
"Here we go," Curt finally exclaimed. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Curt was overwhelmed by the way that Mindy was reacting to his ass stabs. 

Here she was encountering something new, but she was not in the least 
shrinking from what was happening. As a matter of fact, she was thoroughly 
enjoying it. She kept lying there, her whole body twitching as she received 
the swift, steady, ever-so-determined stabs from her lover as he penetrated 
her asshole with his dick. A few stiff, steady cock strokes later, the 
juices were about ready to shoot from his penis. He knew that there was no 
way to hold back the flood tide of emotion that was building in his loins 
with each and every swift, forceful stab. 

"Here we go," he told her. 

"Baby doll, keep fucking me." 

"I love your ass." 

"It feels a little sore, but I don't care. I don't care about any of this. 
All I know is that I want you." 

That thrilled him more than anything as his cock kept on gliding, pushing 
hard inside of her asshole. A few swift stabs later, Curt knew that the 
moment was at hand. The spurting juices would just have to shoot from the 
end of his bulging tool and into her anus. So he kept on penetrating, 
driving his cock forward, letting it maneuver deep inside her asshole. He 
kept ramming his prick steadily as he plunged it into her rectum, enjoying 
the steady, determined strokes that he was employing with his dick. A few 
stiff stabs later, Curt could feel the mounting agitation in his balls. He 
felt the glorious itch, and he was concerned about seeing to it that every 
solitary droplet of hot cream shot from him. 

"Here we go," he said. 

He reached down and fingered his lover's buttocks. He let his fingers clutch 
hard against her firm, warm ass cheeks. Several captivating cock stabs 
later, the juices were ready to shoot. They began to escape from the end of 
his stiff pecker. His body jerked back and forth and he heaved one loud last 
sigh. 

As the spurting juices started to bolt prolifically from the end of Curt's 
long hard prong, he reached forward. He puckered up his lips, allowing them 
to plunge ever so enthusiastically against hers. While his lips remained 
pressed against hers, he kept on ramming his cock, driving his blade of 
steel ever so deeply inside of her asshole. A few determined strokes later, 
he released his cock from her anus. 

"That was some fuck," he said. "Thank you for having such a beautiful ass, 
darling, and for letting me screw it." 

"Don't mention it. I'm always happy to please you, dad." 

"You're so much different from your mother. Thank goodness." "I want to do 
the right thing by you." "How does your asshole feel now?" "A little sore." 

"I take it this was the first time you were ever fucked that way." 

"You're right," she nodded. 

"Are you sorry you did it?" 

"No, not at all. I enjoyed it. So what if it's a little sore. I had a lot of 
fun when you were drilling me. The sensations were nice." 

"It's so refreshing being around a gorgeous girl who wants to do 
everything," Curt said as he got up from the bed. "I'm gonna go into the 
bathroom and wash off my cock, darling. Don't you move your pretty little 
body one inch. I'm gonna be back in a few minutes." 

"I understand." 

He walked into the bathroom. He washed down his cock, then allowed the warm 
water to splash against it. He toweled off his huge penis, then walked back 
into the bedroom. He nervously anticipated some more sex. 

He stretched out in the bed, extending his legs. While his lovely daughter 
watched, Curt reached out and began tugging at his tool. He slid his fingers 
ever so forcefully up and down the full length of his cock. He loved letting 
his fingers go to work on his pecker. Back and forth he kept on working 
them, sliding them against his erect dick. 

"Honey, take your fingers and plunge them against my cock," he said. 

"Whatever you want." 

"Right now I need that. I wish you'd just slide them against my pecker. 
That'll excite me so much. I love the idea of you touching my cock. That's 
gonna really turn me on. Come on, my dear. Really plunge your fingers 
against it. Baby doll, do it." 

Back and forth she started to assert her fingers against Curt's cock. 
Immediately his body began to twist and turn as he enjoyed the captivating 
strokes. She kept up her twisting finger movements, getting him extremely 
agitated. 

The faster that they worked as they glided up and down his hard cock, the 
better that he enjoyed her movements. He could see himself being pushed into 
an ever-greater state of excitement. With every thrusting finger stab, he 
became that much more agitated. He knew that pretty soon he would have to 
slam his cock into her mouth. 

The more that he thought about it, the more intriguing it became to Curt to 
slide his cock inside of her mouth. If he could just ram his tool inside her 
and slide into her mouth until he exploded, he would enjoy that greatly. He 
wanted to plunge his steely prick inside her, to let it push and stab into 
her mouth until the steaming droplets of cum shot from his pecker. 

"Work your fingers a little faster," he told her. "Go ahead, baby. Really 
slide your fingers. Slide them real nice." 

A few stiff finger strides later, Curt knew that he just had to free his 
cock for other activities. 

"Start running your fingers over my balls," he said. "Give me that kind of 
movement for just a little while. That's gonna get me so excited. Agitate me 
with your finger stabs, darling. Really turn them loose." 

She slid her fingers downward toward his balls. Her fingers clutched against 
them. They pressed firmly against the warm folds of flesh, sliding against 
his testicles. Ever so eagerly she kept on pushing and thrusting, working 
him into an ever-greater state of wild excitement. He loved the way that 
Mindy was asserting herself, and all the while his body continued to twist 
helplessly. He could feel the itchy sensations, and he wanted badly to stuff 
his huge dick inside of her mouth. 

"Turn loose now," he said. "Remove your fingers from my balls, darling. I 
want you to start sucking them. Come on, give me some ball sucking movement. 
Really let your tongue go. Let it glide over my balls. Baby doll, this I 
really want. Honey, I like this action." 

She reached down with her tongue and let it begin to connect with his balls. 
Ever so eagerly she worked her tongue against them, letting it slide with 
hot, diligent strokes. Her whole body was shaking with glee as she kept 
right on plunging, working her tongue with captivating skill against his hot 
balls. As the agitating movements continued, he recognized just how much 
closer he had arrived at the point where he would just have to push his cock 
inside her mouth. He would have to devour her with his dick. He had done 
that to Sally, and she had resented it greatly. He was certain that in Mindy 
he found the right partner under any and all circumstances. She definitely 
had become his obedient daughter. She was willing to go all the way with 
him, to do anything that he asked. That was the kind of relationship he 
wanted with a woman. He was glad that he had found it, even if it happened 
to be with his own daughter. 

"You can turn your tongue loose now," he said. 

As she removed her tongue from Curt's cock, Mindy looked up at him. 

"What do you want now?" 

"Just lie back," he said, patting his lovely daughter affectionately on top 
of the head. "Just stretch out on your back, dear. You do that and I'll take 
care of the rest. I'm gonna fuck your mouth. I'm gonna give you a new 
sensation." 

"I always seem to be getting new sensations from you, dad." 

"Yes, that's so true. I'm going to drive my dick inside your mouth. I'm 
going to really push it. At first it's gonna feel funny. You're not gonna be 
able to breathe too easily, but it's not gonna bother you. You're gonna 
enjoy it. As a matter of fact, I think in time you're gonna learn to love 
it." 

"I love everything with you," she smiled. 

Her thankful father reached down and kissed Mindy's lips. He let his lips 
devour hers passionately for a few long seconds. When he finally removed his 
lips from hers, he knew it was time to get his cock ready so that he could 
plunge it deep inside her mouth. 

He pushed his hot tool forward, and as he shoved it toward Mindy's mouth, 
she opened widely. She wanted to receive the hot jolting sensations. 

"Here we go," he said. She gulped hard as Curt sent his penis plunging 
inside of her mouth. Back and forth he rotated his hips as he steadily 
shoved his tool inside of her mouth. Ever so eagerly he pushed and stabbed 
with his hot penis, driving it with great spirit and desire inside of her 
mouth. Ever so determinedly he kept up his skillful pace. He didn't want to 
let up for a second. He wanted to keep right on shoving his dick. He wanted 
to keep ramming it hard inside of her mouth until every blazing droplet of 
creamy juice shot from his dick. 

The longer that he kept up his pace and let his body twist back and forth, 
the harder that he shoved his tool inside her. He loved the pace that his 
dick was setting. He was letting his instincts be his guide. And the longer 
that he kept focusing on her mouth, the quicker that Curt maintained his 
cock action as he slammed his sliding prong that much deeper into her mouth. 

Ever so eagerly he kept on fucking her, slamming his hot cock back and 
forth, driving it with great zeal inside her. Ever so convincingly he pushed 
himself that much nearer to orgasm. His breath became heavy and his fingers 
reached down and began to glide against her buttocks. He held on sharply to 
her ass cheeks as his penis kept up the swift pace. Convincingly he kept 
asserting himself, working his steaming penis ever so deeply inside her 
mouth as he pushed himself toward orgasm. 

A few swift, decisive cock stabs later, Curt recognized just how closely he 
had drawn to the point of climax. His pecker kept on shoving, ramming hard 
inside her mouth, shoving all the way to the base of her throat. 

"Here I am," he laughed, "and here you are, Mindy darling. I know you're 
loving it. I'm ramming my steaming pecker all the way into your throat. This 
is so great. I love this kind of fuck. Sweetheart, this is so good. It's so 
wonderfully satisfying." 

His hips kept on dancing and darting as he shoved his cock forward, pushing 
it with blinding speed and zeal inside of her mouth. A few hot strides 
later, the juices were ready to explode from his hot dick. He kept on 
pushing and shoving, driving his cock forward as he took advantage of the 
moment, seeing to it that he received every bit of satisfaction that he 
could from each and every hurling forward stab. 

Several striding movements later, as he slapped at his lover's buttocks, the 
juices were ready to shoot from the end of his stick. So he kept right at 
it, fucking hard, driving his cock with great desire as he pushed himself 
that much nearer to the point of climax. 

Several seconds later, the juices began to shoot from the end of his tool. 
The steaming droplets spurted with great diligence and excitement from the 
end of his hard, blazing rod. 

"This is what I call a real throat fuck," he gasped. "Just look at the way 
the stuff's spilling. This is so good. What fucking. What screwing. This is 
my idea of a delightful screw." 

All the while his cock kept on stabbing, working ever so dramatically inside 
of her mouth. He pushed and plunged with his hot stick, and all the while 
the pecker droplets kept on spilling from his hot rod. 

His cock kept working inside of her mouth. A few hot strokes later, the 
juices stopped shooting from his rod. 

When Curt removed his penis from her mouth, he felt totally satisfied. Mindy 
had once more done the job for him. It seemed like every time that they got 
together sexually, he received the ultimate in thrills from her. 

"Mindy, you're the greatest fuck around," he smiled. 

"Do you really think I'm that good?" 

"I know you are. I've never met a woman like you." 

"Are you really leveling with me?" 

"All the way. I've enjoyed every hot stab. What a fuck you just gave me. And 
I just gave you." 

"My darling, this was so nice." 

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. When he removed his lips, she 
looked at him expectantly. 

"You know, when you were ramming your cock inside my throat, I was thinking 
how nice it would be if you could give me some nice action," she said. 

"You mean some more action?" 

"Oh, yes. I'd really appreciate it." 

"Of course. Just what do you want me to do, baby? Just name your action." 

"I wish that you'd send your tongue inside my mound. I want you to bring me 
off. I want you to suck my pussy." 

"I guess we've got some time for that," he grinned. "Not too much, though. 
If we push matters too far, you know what's gonna happen." 

"I know. We're gonna get caught." "And we sure can't risk that." "No, that;s 
for sure." 

"But I wouldn't think of not giving you a great cunt suck." "I appreciate 
that." 

"So all you have to do is spread your tantalizing legs, darling. I'll put my 
tongue to work inside your box. I'll bring you off." 

He dropped his head swiftly down between his lover's legs. He worked his 
tongue with great skill against her pussy. He started out by working his 
tongue against her clitoris. All it took were a few suck strokes in order to 
bring her almost to the point of orgasm. Her whole body kept sliding back 
and forth as he worked his tongue inside of her hot snatch. Ever so eagerly 
he kept driving it, pushing it against her mound as he worked her that much 
nearer to the point of orgasm. 

'Keep it going," she said. "I love that kind of action. Just suck my mound. 
Come on, really drive it. Suck my pussy, baby. Yes, really suck it. Work 
your tongue. Work it inside my box." 

With great desire, Curt kept on running his tongue inside of his lover's 
box. He worked it swiftly into her pussy, driving it deep inside her hot 
gash as he worked her that much nearer to orgasm. He could see from the way 
her whole body was thrusting and her hips thrashing that she wanted it. He 
loved the knowledge that he was giving his young daughter everything that 
she could have sought in the way of passionate sex enjoyment. So he kept at 
it, his tongue assuming a position of great joy as it worked repeatedly 
inside her box. 

"Keep your tongue going," Mindy sighed. "Baby, you're gonna bring me off. 
Your tongue is doing it. Sweetheart, keep it pushing inside me." 

While her hips kept on wiggling, Curt kept asserting his tongue as he worked 
her that much nearer. 

A few strokes later the juices were ready to gush from her pussy. He kept 
right at it, driving his tongue inside her box as his fingers worked up and 
down her thighs. He loved touching her smooth, trim, ever-so-lovely legs. 

As his fingers clutched at them, the juices began to explode from her pussy. 

"Come on, swallow the stuff," she exclaimed. "Darling, I know you want it. I 
know you want to make me happy. Now here's your chance. 

Go to it. Baby, really go to it." 

He swallowed the droplets of pussy juice from her mound. He collected every 
droplet of her joy juice, after which he released his tongue. 

"That I really liked," he said. "The best dessert in town." 

"You're the best dad in town." 

"I'll be a dead dad if I don't get my clothes back on," he grinned. "Let's 
step it up, dear. I don't want to get caught with you like you got caught 
with your friend Hal." 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Mindy was very careful about being seen with Hal anywhere that her father 
might be able to detect what was happening. 

Even though Mindy was not having sex with Hal frequently, she still on 
occasion enjoyed his company. As of late, however, she had become more 
reluctant about going to bed with him. Hal sensed there was something wrong, 
and immediately asked her just what was happening. He was fearful that she 
had found the company of someone else. Hal was reluctant to probe her, but 
he decided he had to. She, in turn, was reluctant to tell him much of 
anything. She knew that if he ever suspected she was having an affair with 
her father, that he might very easily spread the word around. It would 
provide him with a traumatic shock. 

One afternoon after school had let out, Hal rushed through the 
Administration Building to catch up with Mindy. 

"Mindy, wait up," he called out. 

Mindy stopped in her tracks. 

"I haven't seen much of you lately," Hal said with concern. 

"I've been busy, Hal." 

"Sure. You've been making time with some other guy." 

"Why do you keep saying that? You know that I'm interested in my school 
work. I'm not the kind of person who spends a lot of time goofing off." 

"I wouldn't call my relationship with you goofing off." 

"I wasn't talking about that, Hal. I meant that I have to toe the mark at 
school. I have to work pretty hard." 

"All right, have it your way. I just dont think, though, that you need to 
work that hard. What the hell. You're a sharp gal." 

"But to really learn my lessons, it means I've got to put in some time." 

"I guess so. So you've been a student. That's kind of left me in the cold." 

"I'm sorry." 

They began to walk toward the door. "How about going over to my place with 
me?" he asked. "My brother's gone and so are both of my folks. You know, 
they do work." "That's true." 

"Which means that we've got the whole house to ourselves. The coast is clear 
and I think we ought to take advantage of our opportunity." 

"All right, Hal. I'll go home with you." 

"I'll drop you off a few blocks from your place afterwards," he said. "I 
know what a mistake it'd be to get caught around your old man." 

"I know." 

"I wonder why he had to get so damned mad," Hal shook his head. "You'd think 
he never did anything like that. That's what gets me about so many of these 
parents. They're hypocrites. They screwed around when they were in school. 
Your old man was probably making time with every good-looking young chick he 
could find when he was in high school." 

"I wouldn't know about that," she shook her head, "and furthermore, I don't 
want to talk about it." 

"What was it that I said wrong?" 

"He is my father, Hal. I don't know what he was doing when he was in high 
school. From all I understand, he was working hard. And he was very big in 
sports." 

"So we won't talk about him anymore. We'll just concentrate on ourselves." 

He patted Mindy on top of the head, overjoyed that he was getting to take 
her home. 

Once that he succeeded in removing her clothes, sliding her panties down her 
legs and off of her altogether, Hal felt a tremendous spirit of joy. He knew 
that he would have plenty of excitement with his lovely friend. He reached 
down with both hands and slid his fingers against her thighs. He loved 
touching her beautiful tegs. He kept up his steady, rapid-fire, up-and-down 
movements against her legs for several long minutes. When he removed his 
fingers from her thighs, he let them move upward toward her breasts. Ever so 
affectionately he clutched at her hot tits, letting his fingers assert 
themselves with great brilliance and joy against her tits. 

The longer that his fingers pushed and clutched against her hot breasts, the 
more excited that he became. He enjoyed employing his fingers against her 
tits, and the harder that he squeezed her breasts, the better that she 
enjoyed it as her whole body swept back and forth under the steady impact of 
his finger stabs. 

"You're really good the way you're moving your fingers," Mindy said. "I like 
that." 

He sank his tongue downward toward Mindy's left breast. He began to work his 
tongue skillfully, sliding it against her breast. He worked swiftly, right 
from the very beginning, and the more rapidly that he pushed his tongue 
against her breast, the more that she enjoyed it. She loved his swift, 
stabbing, ever-so-effective tongue stabs. The quicker that he worked his 
tongue, the greater the degree of enjoyment that she received. She loved his 
thrusting stabs, and pretty soon, as he put his tongue to work on her other 
breast, she slid her legs back and forth and gave him a big smile. 

"I'm going wild from this action," she said. "Your tongue is really stabbing 
my breasts. That feels so nice. I like the feeling. Yes, you're really doing 
it to me." 

When he removed his tongue from her breasts, he felt it was time to push his 
cock inside of her pussy. He reached down and grabbed her hot ass cheeks, 
hanging on for dear life. He kept clutching and pushing with his fingers, 
and decided it was time to start working his cock inside of her pussy. Hal 
wanted to experience the joys of his penis driving skillfully inside her 
pussy, working back and forth with effectiveness as his cock juices surged 
from the end of his tool and into her mound. 

He removed his tongue from her breast, then got set to enter her. He reached 
down and grabbed her thighs, holding on tightly. He parted her legs, then 
got set to employ his cock. 

As Hal's fingers continued to slide up and down her legs, he pushed his cock 
toward Mindy's cunt. He observed the moisture which had surfaced in her 
snatch as a result of all of the tongue movements he had employed. He knew 
just how excited she was, and now it was his desire to slide his tool inside 
of her pussy until the stirring juices had been released from the end of his 
hard rod. 

He pushed his cock forward, letting it slide inside her inviting snatch. Her 
body wiggled and her cunt muscles tightened as she received his swift, 
effective stabs. She let her legs twist back and forth as Hal kept up his 
throbbing pace, driving his penis inside of her snatch as he worked himself 
that much nearer to climax. 

"This is really it," he exclaimed. "Just hang in there, baby doll. This is 
my kind of fucking. I love it. I'm gonna go off. The juices are really gonna 
spurt. They're gonna shoot inside your mound." 

With stirring determination, Hal kept up his brisk pace. He slid his tool 
inside her snatch and wiggled his hips as he kept plunging ever so 
assertively, sliding his dick ever so deeply into her mound. He kept 
grinding and stabbing with his instrument, working himself ever nearer to 
the point of climax. 

He slapped at her buttocks for a few strokes, then slid his fingers against 
her thighs. He loved touching her body, and every time that he ground his 
fingers against it, in one way or another, Hal was that much more satisfied. 
He knew what a lovely form she possessed and it bothered him that he had 
been away from her for so long in any intimate context. But now all that was 
in the past. All he knew was that he was enjoying himself, shoving his hard, 
rapid-fire cock inside of her pussy as he propelled himself that much closer 
to the great moment of climax that he was seeking to reach. 

He heaved a loud sigh as his hard dick kept on working inside her. He pushed 
hard with his cock, working it with great desire inside her snatch as he got 
that much nearer to the point of climax. His hips kept twisting, gliding 
ever so assertively as he fucked her, ramming his hard dick ever so deeply 
inside her pussy. 

Several moments later, the juices were ready to shoot from Hal's cock. So he 
kept right on going, driving his cock hard, pushing it into her mound. 

"I can't be held back now," he grinned. "This is just my style. Letting my 
cock loose inside your mound. Baby, do I ever love this." 

"Just keep fucking me," she told him. "Keep your cock going, baby." 

He slapped at her thighs, then held onto them. He gripped them ever so 
tightly as he kept on stroking with his peter, shoving his cock deep inside 
her hot mound as the juices were ready to spray from his penis. 

Several swift, emphatic stabs later, the juices began to spill from his 
cock. His whole body trembled as the droplets of joy juice shot from the end 
of his long rigid tool. 

"Just what the doctor ordered," he grinned. "I've been away from this too 
long. Darling, ahhh, I'm itching. My cock's itching. My balls are itching. 
I'm itching all over. That's what happens when I fuck like that. What a 
satisfying fuck. What a cunt. With a pussy like yours, I could never be 
anything but satisfied. Baby, you really gave it to me." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Since Hal had finished getting his rocks off inside of his lover's mound, he 
longed for some more sensations. 

He looked down at his peter, which had dwindled in size very little. He knew 
he wanted some additional satisfaction. He wanted to get his rocks off one 
more time. 

"Reach out and clutch my dick," Hal said. "It's been awhile, baby. I really 
want it from you. I want you to show me. Are you up to sucking off my cock?" 

"I suppose so." 

"Certainly you are. You're gonna give me plenty of satisfaction. You gave me 
so much already. And now you're gonna give me some more." 

As he lay there on his back, Hal reached out with both hands. He allowed his 
fingers to maneuver up and down several times against his long, hard dick. 
He loved touching his rod, and the longer that his fingers penetrated 
against it, the more enjoyment he found himself deriving. He kept on 
stabbing at his penis for a few more strokes, then slid his fingers downward 
toward his balls. Ever so diligently he attacked them, letting his fingers 
slide against his hot testicles. When he finally removed his fingers from 
his hot balls, he looked over at his lover. 

"Go ahead, I want you to finger my cock," Hal said. "Baby, I really want to 
feel it." 

"My fingers are ready." 

"I can see that they're poised and waiting, baby. So go right ahead and do 
it." 

She reached down with both hands, letting her fingers go to work over his 
cock. She started out by clutching her fingers against his cock slowly, 
after which she commenced sliding them up and down the full length of his 
rod at an ever-accelerating pace. The quicker that she worked her fingers 
against his hard rod, the more excited that she made him. It did her a lot 
of good to observe just how agitated he was becoming as a result of the 
swift, dedicated tongue stabs that she was putting forward against his 
flaming dick. 

"Run your fingers over my pecker," he said. 

Up and down she kept on stroking, letting her fingers slide against his hot, 
piercing dick. A few strokes later, she released her fingers from his penis. 
She longed to touch his balls, and as her fingers fondled them, she could 
see the way his body was reacting. It jerked back and forth as he heaved a 
loud gasp, enjoying what she was doing to him. His whole body kept jerking 
from the swift, effective stabs that her fingers employed. 

"Keep it going," he exclaimed. "I like your style. One thing about you, 
Mindy baby, when you let yourself go, there's no mistaking it." 

Hal's body kept jerking back and forth with pulsating passion and desire as 
she fingered his balls. Pretty soon Mindy began squeezing them even more 
tightly than ever, holding on for dear life to his balls as she clutched at 
them. A few strokes later, she let her fingers begin to maneuver up and down 
the full length of his hard dick. Now she was asserting her fingers as 
rapidly as she knew how, grinding them against his hot dick. 

"That's it, keep it going," he nodded. "Run your fingers over my hot pecker. 
Come on, baby. You do it, darling. Come on, play with my cock." 

Mindy could tell from the way that he was reacting to her finger stabs just 
how much he wanted to be sucked. She decided to run her tongue over his 
balls. As she worked on his balls, she decided it would be good to also 
stroke at his dick. 

So she made her move, letting her tongue stroke against his hot balls. She 
started out slowly, but soon she was driving her tongue as effectively as 
she knew how, grinding it against his testicles as her fingers worked up and 
down his cock. She kept clutching and grinding at his penis, and as her 
fingers kept working against his penis ever so searchingly, she sucked at 
his balls. 

"Bring me off," Hal called out. "You've got the tongue to do it. I'm gonna 
give you a load, baby. You're gonna swallow every drop of juice. Baby, I 
know what I want. You're gonna blow me. You're gonna bring me off." 

Her fingers kept on working against her lover's cock as her tongue connected 
brilliantly with his balls. She then removed her tongue from his balls and 
started to work it over the tip of his long hard pecker. She soon was 
asserting her tongue as quickly and as eagerly as she knew how up and down 
the full length of her lover's organ. She wanted to bring him off, to 
swallow every satisfying droplet of cum that spilled from the end of his 
dick. 

"Go to it," he said. "Come on, keep up the movements, doll. Suck me. Suck 
every drop of cock juice." 

While she kept on letting her tongue rifle over her lover's cock, Hal 
reached out and started to run his fingers through Mindy's hair. By touching 
her, he enhanced the excitement within her. As a result she began to suck 
his cock even more rapidly than before, driving it with superb speed and 
grace over the length of his entire organ as she sucked him that much nearer 
to the point of orgasm. 

"Just suck me off," he begged. "You've got the tongue to do it, darling." 

Her fingers clutched tightly against his balls as her tongue sharply 
attacked his penis. Her head bobbed up and down and all the while he 
directed his fingers against her hair, running them through it. All the 
while she asserted her tongue with everything that she could muster in the 
form of excitement. She was driving her lover that much closer to orgasm, 
sucking his hard, bulging tool as she pushed him to the very brink of 
orgasm. 

"Keep your busy tongue working," he sighed urgently. "You can do it. You've 
got a tongue, baby. You can bring me off, sweetheart. Just keep sucking my 
tool. Come on, keep your tongue plunging against my rod." 

A few rapid-fire tongue strides later, the juices were ready to spurt from 
the end of his long, rangy dick. She sucked with surging rapidity, her 
tongue eagerly connecting with his hard cock as Mindy moved Hal ever closer. 
All the while her fingers drew a steady beat on his testicles. She kept pn 
grinding her fingers against them, working him ever closer to a dramatic, 
brilliant climax. He could hardly wait until the penetrating droplets of 
thick white juice would unleash from the end of his dick and into her mouth. 

As Mindy drove Hal that much closer through her steady, rapid-fire sucking, 
he shoved his cock forward. He kept pushing and plunging it, his whole body 
trembling as his penis slid deep inside her mouth. All the while he was 
moving that much nearer to climax. She was sucking him for all she was 
worth, putting every bit of energy she possessed into her movements. 

"It isn't gonna be long now," he told her. "Just wait until I explode. Wait 
until the juices stream from my cock. They're really gonna spill out of 
there. That's gonna be so nice. So beautiful. You just wait, baby. I love 
it." 

His body kept on rotating back and forth. He was enjoying the swift, 
stimulating tongue strokes that she asserted in the direction of his cock. A 
few captivating strokes later, he knew, the juices would be shooting from 
his hard rod. 

"Play with my balls," he said. "Move your fingers even faster over them. 
Squeeze them as hard as hell, baby. Just clutch them for all you're worth. 
Come on, darling. Hold onto my balls. Hold on real tight. Clutch at them." 

His hips kept swaying back and forth as she held onto his testicles. All the 
while her tongue continued to dart and stab against his penis. The droplets 
of sperm would soon be spilling from the end of his hot dick. 

"Go get the stuff," he said. "Come on, honey." 

His penis lunged forward several more times. His breathing had been reduced 
to a series of short gasps as he flung his cock forward several more times. 
He heaved one last deep sigh, then reached out and grabbed his lover's 
buttocks. Hal wanted to hold on tightly to her gloriously wonderful ass 
cheeks as he got ready to explode his spurting droplets of steaming cum 
inside of her mouth. 

"I'm unloading," he said, "so come on, dear. Suck every drop of this stuff 
from my dick. Go ahead, swallow it, baby." 

After several more quick cock lunges, the droplets of sperm began to shoot 
from the end of his hard, aroused pecker. She began to gobble the first few 
spurts of steaming penis fluid. 

"Go get it," he said. "Come on, baby, swallow every drop of the stuff." 

As the drops of hot cum kept on oozing out of the end of Hal's hard rod, he 
enjoyed all that was happening to him. He was being transported once more 
into a wonderful world of sexual excitement in which the only thing that 
mattered was pleasure. His whole body kept on working back and forth, and as 
he bounced up and down on the bed, gasping with great joy, he kept observing 
the stream of hot cock juice that spilled into her mouth. 

A few strokes later, she removed her tongue from his blazing rod. She 
swallowed every last drop of his cum. 

"That was some suck," he nodded. "You know, you're the best fuck ever." 

While her lover kept speaking to her, Mindy kept thinking about her father. 
She kept wishing that she was in bed with him, receiving the hot, jolting 
stabs from his long dick. It was easy to see just how much she was getting 
carried away under his great spell. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Curt had to wait several more days before making another move with Mindy. 

His accounting work kept him busy until the middle of the evening for 
several days, and on certain other occasions when he arrived home earlier, 
either Mindy would be gone or his wife Sally would be there. All he knew was 
that things were steadily deteriorating between himself and Sally. He had 
hoped that they would pick up, since if they did, that would make him less 
dependent on his beautiful young daughter. But the more satisfaction that 
Mindy provided for Curt, the less inclined he was to even think about Sally 
in a sexual vein. 

He reached the point where he was craving his gorgeous daughter's body, and 
the more he craved it, the more he found that he wanted to experience the 
joys of blissful sex with her. 

Late one afternoon, as he came home early from the office, he read a note 
from Sally. She told him that she would not be home until seven o'clock. She 
was out visiting some friends A few minutes later, Mindy arrived home from 
school. He looked into his lovely daughter's eyes, then moved quickly toward 
her. 

"If you only knew how badly I need you right now," he said in a choked tone 
of voice. 

"Dad, I want you, too." 

"I want to French kiss you. I want to slip my tongue inside your mouth. I 
really want to excite you, Mindy. I want to dominate you, as always." 

"Do it, dad. I'm ready to go all the way with you." 

"That's the way I like to hear my little girl talk. I really dig you, 
lover." . He worked his tongue forward, letting it slide inside of her 
mouth. Back and forth his tongue collided and stroked with Mindy's. Curt 
maintained a quick pace, sliding his tongue ever so decisively against hers. 
The longer that he kept his tongue firmly implanted inside of Mindy's mouth, 
the more speedy his movements became. He kept on sliding his tongue, gliding 
it swiftly, pushing it against her tongue with great skill and passion. When 
he finally removed his tongue, he wanted to go on. He wanted to take her to 
bed and undress her. 

"Let's go," he motioned toward the bedroom. 

Mindy knew exactly what he wanted. Very soon they were lying there in bed, 
exchanging a few more French kisses. When Curt felt that he had worked her 
into enough of a state of passion, he reached out with both hands and began 
to unbutton her dress. He worked his fingers frantically, wanting to remove 
her dress as quickly as he could. Pretty soon his trembling fingers were 
sliding her dress over her head. When he removed her dress, he observed her 
panties and bra. She was a dazzling beauty, and he wanted to make the most 
of his situation. 

"I really want you," he told her. "Baby, I want it so badly." 

He slid his fingers forward, letting them collide with her pussy. Ever so 
eagerly he let his fingers grasp quickly at her bra. He undid her bra straps 
quickly, then removed her bra altogether. As he tossed it aside, he reached 
out with both hands, letting his fingers slide against her hot breasts. He 
moved his fingers with speedy, diligent grace, letting them clutch at her 
tits. He held on, stroking swiftly against her breasts as he enjoyed every 
warm, stabbing, throbbing sensation that he brought to bear. 

A few strokes later, he reached down with both hands and grabbed at her 
panties. He held on, clutching at her panties, then he had to pull them 
downward. 

"I'm gonna have you there," he said. "Naked, just the way I want you." 

As he removed her panties from her, he slid his head forward. He kissed her 
pussy, causing her body to reverberate back and forth several times. She 
heaved a loud gasp. Right away Mindy recognized just how much more excited 
she was able to get from sex with her father as opposed to what happened 
with Hal. Poor Hal tried as hard as he could, she thought, but he was just 
unable to provide her with the brilliant sensations that she received from 
her father. 

He pulled her panties away and kissed her cunt tenderly. Pretty soon he was 
driving his tongue forward, permitting it to plunge inside her pussy. He 
wanted to bring his lover off, to allow his darting tongue to attack her 
blazing mound until every satisfying droplet of orgasmic juice had shot from 
her pussy. 

So he worked his tongue with speedy diligence, letting it propel against her 
mound as he slid it back and forth. He kept on gliding it, sending it 
sharply against her mound. A few strokes later, he knew, she would be off. 
That was his desire. To slide his tongue effectively, to excite his loving 
daughter in whatever way that he could. 

His tongue kept pressing and pushing against her mound. He kept up his 
effective strokes, sliding his tongue inside of her snatch as he pushed her 
that much nearer. A few brilliant tongue stabs later, the juices were ready 
to shoot from her mound. So he asserted his tongue even more quickly than 
before, permitting it to stab ever so searchingly against her cunt as he 
drove her that much nearer to orgasm. 

"Go to it," she sighed. "Dad, you're so good. Your tongue is working so 
well. You're gonna bring me off. I know you are. You're doing such a good 
job of sucking. Come on, keep sucking me. Keep your tongue plunging. Push it 
inside my pussy. Keep your tongue plunging. Push it inside my pussy. Keep 
pushing it. I want it, I really want it. I really want you to swallow my 
juices, dad." 

As her hips kept on dancing, he kept up his tongue strokes, letting his hot 
tongue continue to rifle against her snatch. A few swift, decisive tongue 
stabs later, the juices were ready to shoot from her snatch. He pushed his 
tongue ever so deeply inside her mound, letting it come into steady contact 
with her. Pretty soon the juices were beginning to shoot from her hot 
snatch. Her whole body came unglued, her hips swinging back and forth as the 
droplets of liquid kept shooting inside his mouth. 

"Swallow it," she exclaimed. "Swallow every drop, honey. You're so good. 
Your tongue is so nice. You know how to do it. You know how to bring me off. 
It's so great." 

A few moments later, he removed his tongue from her blazing snatch. He 
patted her buttocks, then gripped her thighs. 

"That meant a lot to me," Curt looked into her eyes. 

"Me, too." 

"I think I'll get my clothes off now." 

"I was wondering if you were gonna get around to that." 

"Yeah, it's time for me to do it." He jumped up quickly from the bed. His 
fingers began to employ themselves ever so briskly as he removed his 
clothing. While he did so, Mindy lay there on the bed with great 
anticipation. She was excited by just watching her father undress. She knew 
she did not feel that degree of' excitement when Hal took his clothes off. 
Indeed, never had she experienced in her entire life the sensations that 
were flowing throughout her body from her father. 

When he finished removing his shorts, he moved toward her. She got a good 
look at his huge, hard penis. She kept staring at his erect prick, and the 
longer that she eyed it, the more that she liked the thought of having some 
great sex with him. 

"You're really hard," she smiled. 

"I certainly am. I want to fuck the hell out of you." 

"That's what you always do." 

"That's so true. When it comes to you, darling, I don't fool around." 

"No, you don't. That's why I like your kind of action." 

Curt nodded. He slid his lips forward. He allowed them to penetrate ever so 
searchingly against her lips. He pushed his lips ever so hard against hers, 
enjoying every moment of blissful excitement. A few seconds later, he 
removed his lips from hers. 

"You've got such a warm body," Curt said. "Just the kind of body I like to 
caress and dominate." 

"Yes, baby. I want to warm for you. I want to be inspiring for you." 

Once again Curt directed his lips forward. He let them push and press 
against her lips. When he finally removed them, he reached out and grabbed 
her breasts. He wanted to let his fingers twist and turn against her firm 
tits. Back and forth he asserted his fingers. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Once that Curt had worked Mindy into a great state of excitement, he 
realized that he just had to fuck her pussy. 

He reached out and clutched at her breasts. His fingers moved ever so firmly 
against her warm, inviting skin. After he had let his fingers connect with 
her skin for a few strokes, he slid his tongue forward. He moved it ever so 
searchingly against her left breast. Back and forth he slid his tongue. He 
worked it first against one breast, then let it begin to slide against the 
other. Once that he finished the breast sucking, his lover's body was alive 
in a great state of agitation. Her hips kept flinging back and forth as he 
got ready to slide his tool inside of her pussy. 

Curt reached down with both hands and let his fingers maneuver against her 
thigh. The longer and faster that he brought his finger to bear against her 
thighs, the more ready he realized he was to let his penis go to work inside 
her snatch. He looked down at his huge stem, recognizing just how prepared 
he was for the onslaught that lay ahead. 

He slid his tongue forward. He permitted it to plunge and penetrate against 
her tongue. He kept on flinging his tongue against hers for a few strokes, 
after which he removed it. He was all ready to glide his tool forward, to 
let it approach her pussy. 

As he reached out with both hands and slid his fingers against her thighs, 
he prepared to fuck her. He drove his steely tool forward, allowing it to 
grip ever so sturdily against her mound. He forcefully fucked her, driving 
his tool with great eagerness, pushing it inside of her hot snatch. He kept 
shoving it back and forth, sliding and slamming his hard penis inside her 
pussy as he worked himself ever nearer to the point of orgasm. 

He could already feel the pangs of itchy sensation in his balls, recognizing 
just how close he had already driven to the point of orgasm. At that point 
he slowed up his pace. He did not want to fuck her too hard too fast, since 
otherwise he would explode every droplet of cock juice from his hard dick. 

He kept on moving his cock sweepingly inside of her pussy. He pushed and 
stabbed with his cock, ramming it into her mound, pushing himself ever 
closer. The more sharply that his cock penetrated inside of her mound, the 
more helpless he felt under the steady impact of the probing movements. He 
kept on driving his dick, slamming it into her, pushing and shoving his cock 
with great joy and desire as he rammed it into her. A few moments later, he 
knew that he just had to juice. He slowed up his pace for a few strokes, 
then once more began to assert himself, sharply penetrating his dick inside 
of her pussy. 

"Here we go," he said. 

"Darling, keep stabbing me," she said. "I like the way you're stroking me. 
Fuck me. Come on, fuck me with your cock. Drive it hard." 

His fingers kept steadily gliding back and forth against her thighs. He held 
onto her thighs, letting his fingers cling as his fucking stabs continued. 
With razor-sharp precision he kept on asserting himself, slamming his tool 
inside her, pushing his plunging penis that much deeper into her mound as he 
drove with spectacular desire that much closer to the moment of truth, when 
the searing droplets of sperm would shoot from the end of his tool and into 
her snatch. 

"I've got to juice," Mindy exclaimed. "You're fucking me so beautifully. 
Baby doll, this is it. The stuff just has to spray out of me. Baby, ahhh, 
you're so great. Your cock is superb." 

While Curt kept on gliding his steaming tool ever deeper into her mound, the 
juices started to shoot from her pussy. She wiggled her hips back and forth, 
employing them with great speed as her pussy juices shot from her snatch. 
All the while, her lover kept pursuing her, driving his huge penis that much 
deeper into her mound. He kept rotating his body, positioning it back and 
forth as his grinding penis stabbed inside her mound. 

A few stabbing, jolting cock stabs later, the juices were ready to shoot 
from his long, hard stick. So he kept right at it, jolting her with every 
penetrating push of his cock. A few captivating strokes later, he would be 
there and he was making certain that he enjoyed every diligent cock effort 
that he sent forth inside of her blazing snatch. 

As his cock kept on eagerly colliding with her pussy, he knew that he was 
all set to juice. He kept up his steady stabbing pace, driving his cock 
forward, moving himself that much nearer. He heaved a deep gasp, watching as 
the first few droplets of steaming cum began to spill from his prick. 

"Ahhh, this is what I've waited for," he told her. 

His hips kept on grinding, working back and forth as the juices shot from 
the end of his dick. They kept on splashing from his hard rod as he drove 
his pecker into her, slamming his piston-like dick relentlessly into her 
mound as the juices shot from his penis. 

When he withdrew his cock from her mound, he wanted to show her just how 
much he thought of her. So he leaned forward, letting his lips connect with 
hers. While Curt's lips kept on pushing against Mindy's, he reached out and 
ran his fingers through her hair. He then let his fingers clutch against her 
back, after which he finally let them begin to grind against her ass cheeks. 
He held on ever so tenaciously, grabbing and tugging at her buttocks while 
the steady flow of activity continued. 

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it connect with hers. He wanted to get 
his young daughter as agitated as he possibly could so that he would be in a 
position to score once more. He was alive with spirit of great desire. Curt 
was overwhelmed with passion, and he knew how badly he needed to fuck 
gorgeous Mindy at least one more time. 

He dropped his tongue down toward her ass- hole. He slipped it forward, 
permitting it to penetrate inside of her anus. Back and forth he wiggled his 
tongue, letting it maneuver inside her asshole as he drove it spiritedly. 
Back and forth he asserted his tongue, working it with great conviction, 
letting it splash inside of her anus. A few swift, dancing, eager strokes 
later, her whole body was overwhelmed by what he was doing. 

When he turned his tongue loose from her asshole, Curt recognized the way 
that Mindy was reacting. Her whole body was sliding back and forth, and now 
he wanted to slip his finger inside of her asshole. He pushed his right 
index finger forward, letting it connect with her anus. He pushed it very 
slowly and smoothly in the beginning. Back and forth he spiritedly 
maneuvered his finger. A few swift, stroking movements later, he decided to 
push his finger deeper into her. He rammed it for all he was worth, driving 
it inside of her anus. He pushed it fast and as he did he could see that his 
lover was reacting to every striding movement. She liked his finger fucking, 
and as he kept on stroking her hot ass, she heaved a deep sigh. 

"I'm ready to fuck you now," he winked. 

"Just get your movements ready. Come on and drive your cock. Slam it into 
me, dad." 

It pleased Curt to observe just bow prepared his gorgeous young daughter was 
to receive his swift, decisive cock stabs. 

He reached down and dipped his fingers into her pussy. Back and forth he 
worked them several times, and when he removed his fingers from her snatch, 
he slipped the pussy fluid into her ass-hole. When he withdrew his fingers, 
he reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks. He pinched at them, clutching 
hard for a few moments, then released his fingers. He reached down and 
grabbed her thighs, flipping her legs over his shoulders. 

"This is good," he nodded. "I'm really ready to fuck you now." 

As he held onto her thighs, he directed his cock forward. Back and forth he 
pushed it, letting it work into her ass cheeks. He slid his cock forward, 
stroking her ass, letting it grind and stab inside of her tight asshole. As 
he kept up his hot, effective movements, he pushed himself that much nearer 
to orgasm. He liked what he was doing. He kept on ramming hard with his 
cock, slamming it into her anus. From the very beginning he knew there was 
no way he could fuck her in such an erotic manner for very long. His hot, 
lengthy rod kept on working. He drove it with superb brilliance, slamming it 
as deeply as he knew how inside her asshole. All the while she lay there and 
enjoyed his stabbing thrusts, heaving deep sighs all the while. 

"Just get ready," he told her. 

"Keep driving your dick inside my ass." 

"I will. I love grinding into you." 

He slapped at her buttocks, heaving deep sighs of anticipation with every 
swift effort. He liked being fully in charge. He had his young daughter 
exactly where he wanted her. He was thoroughly dominating her, sending his 
steely dick into her asshole. 

Soon the droplets of thick, creamy cum began to shoot from his hot organ 
into her asshole. 


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

After the fuck ended, Curt began having second thoughts about what he was 
doing. 

"Baby, I'm beginning to love you just too much," he said with regret. 

"What's wrong with that?" 

"I don't want to get any more attached," he explained. "The net results 
would be terrible for both of us. I don't want to ever reach the point where 
I think that I can't let you go. You know, maybe I was much too harsh with 
your friend Hal. I don't want him to take liberties with you, but I guess he 
was only doing the natural thing. As you said, you didn't exactly discourage 
him." 

"But why bring him up, dad? I dig you more." 

"You probably haven't given yourself a chance to really get to know some 
handsome young guy." 

"I know exactly where I stand, dad. I want you. I want you all the time. 
I'll level with you. I fucked with Hal the other day. It wasn't as good as 
it was. before. I'd fucked with him two other times before, once in his car, 
and once here. But the thrill was almost completely gone. I want you, dad." 

"This thing is a lot more serious than what I thought," Curt shook his head. 
"With you getting that attached to me, that really does pose problems." 

"There are no problems." 

"Come on now. You're too bright a girl to believe that. You know that lots 
of problems can result from a relationship like ours. You have to know 
that." 

She dropped her head, then finally nodded. 

"Yes, you're right, dad. Like you always are." 

"I'm not always right, but I feel I am at this point in time. We're gonna 
have to give it up, baby. You know, maybe I've been a little impatient with 
your mother. If I made an effort to educate her a little, maybe she'd reach 
the point where she'd get more sensuous like you. After all, I feel like 
I've got nothing to lose. I'm gonna give it a try." 

"You're beautiful, dad," she looked at him sadly. "You're doing this for my 
own good." 

"For your good and mine. And we both know that an emotional attachment like 
this could go too far. I sure have loved dominating you, though, and doing 
anything and everything I wanted to." 

"We've had a lot of satisfying times together, dad." 

"That we have." 

He leaned forward and kissed her lips. This time she noticed a difference. 
The kiss was fatherly. Mindy could see that Curt was determined to get their 
relationship back on its former footing. 


End
