Each time her father's prick fucked into her, Jody could feel its bloated head butting against her trembling cunt walls and she moaned with incestuous...pleasure. She had not known enough about sex to tell her father the fucking style she wanted him to use. She honestly had not known yet which style she would find the most exciting. But, somehow, the man had known just what she wanted. Or, perhaps it was that he and his daughter were so close, so compatible, that his own preferred fucking style. Alan said that we should drink before he fucked us because, "It might ease the pain of my manmeat ripping you 2 sluts open." As we drank, I asked Alan how he had met my friend Kelly. He said, "I was in a club and this little freak started rubbing up against me on the dance floor. I told her she better watch out or she might make me cum. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the parking lot and blew me, so I made her a weekly lay. She even blew me and my friends while we watched the Super. I'm not even sure I had it right side up. Steven came in carrying a bottle of merlot. He walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. He had on tight gym shorts. Mercy, I can almost see it. He told me he was going to take his shower. He put the bottle on the counter and walked up the stairs to his room. Oh, that cute little behind. Soon I was going to have my hands on it as he thrust into me." "I heard the shower start. Time to go into high gear. I ran upstairs to my room and took the panties. He had visited her once before, and she had promised to wait for his return. With a sigh she spun gracefully from her spot by the window, and hugged her arms across her chest as if she were hugging a specter in the form of her beloved. Outside, she noticed several birds take flight and her heart fluttered with them in hope. She ran to the window and peered out, excitement growing in her bosom as she watched the handsome figure emerge from the foliage. She stared down at him, hardly believing.