"I'll be careful," she said. Her breath was coming faster as his fingers gently squeezed a tit in each hand, his fingers slipping inside her robe. Becky made no move to stop him.
"Dad… Dad, what you're doing, it's getting me hot," she whispered. "Daddy, I'm getting aroused."
"I don't want you to be hurt," Glenn murmured in her ear as he felt her tiny nipples grow hot and fat in his fingertips. "I want it to be done with loving care, so you'll enjoy it as much as possible, Becky. So you'll look back for the rest of your life and say, wow, that first time was so terrific, I had no idea it could be so wild and wonderful."
One of his hands slid down over her rounded belly-flesh and stroked her inner thighs as he talked. The adolescent was breathing rapidly now, her swelling tits panting, her hands clutching her father's.
"You-you want to be the first, don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes, Becky. But no one can ever know, especially not your mother. You understand that?"
Becky nodded eagerly. "I want it to be you, Dad. I used to have fantasies about you taking my cherry, honest. I guess all girls do if they really dig their fathers. I-I want to see if it's true what they say about your penis, Dad."
Glenn pawed, startled. "What who says about my cock?"
"The girls at school." Becky twisted her head around to stare into his eyes, her on blue ones gleaming with excitement. "Everyone says you've got the biggest cock in town, honest. I think a neighbor's daughter started it. She said she heard her father telling a friend of his about it, and the word got around. Is it true, Daddy?"
"Find out, for yourself, honey."
Timidly, Becky's hand went behind her to pope for his crotch. Her heart began to hammer with excitement as she stroked its cramped, throbbing length. "Oh, Lord, that's a monster! Daddy! How could you possibly get that in me?"
"It won't hurt," Glenn said hoarsely. His fingertip was rubbing her hot juicy clitoris now and he could feel his daughter's body tremble from head to toe against him. Her excited juices were seeping eagerly onto his gently fucking finger, almost gushing with her newly-awakening lust.
Christ, I'm masturbating my own daughter, Glenn thought with a twinge of shock. And she loves it – if I turn her on too wildly, she might go crazy with passion, might start demanding it constantly.
"Let's undress," he told Becky, pushing her gently off. In a single movement, the blonde slipped out of her robe. Her high naked tits panted as she watched her father strip, her eyes widening in disbelief as his gigantic shaft quivered out above his huge balls.
"Oh, Daddy, my God! It's true! No wonder Mother is so crazy about you."
He knew it seemed considerably bigger to her inexperienced eyes, but he couldn't help feeling a thrill of pride. It wasn't every day that a beautiful girl gushed over her own father's colossal prick. His flushed knob was already oozing its milky thick juice in a huge drop.
"Lie back on the bed, honey," Glenn told her. He used none of the harshness he'd used earlier that day with the redhead. He was going to be so damn good to Becky she'd be spoiled for life. He was going to suck her delectable pussy with all the expertise he could muster before he took her cherry.
On the bed, Becky lay naked and trembling with a mixture of fear and fierce excitement as her father approached. He might tear her in two with his monstrous cock, so long and thick and powerful, like a battering ram. She could see thick purple veins surging along its length, above his distended hairy balls. But the feel of her own father playing with her breasts and masturbating her was the most exciting sensation she'd ever experienced, and she wanted more. There was an urgent throbbing in her virginal cunt, a pulsing ache that tingled throughout her soft naked flesh.
"Don't – please don't hurt me, Daddy," she whimpered, shutting her eyes as his powerful naked body embraced her.
"Don't worry, angel," Glenn Marks told his daughter tenderly. "After this, you'll never be the same."
With those words, Glenn Marks began the torrid sucking and fucking session with his own adolescent daughter that would change her destiny forever.
CHAPTER THREE
Twenty minutes after she left the house, Sheila Marks nervously rang the doorbell in the plush apartment building. On the second ring, the door swung open.
"You're a little late," the tall blonde said. There was a cruel, mocking twist to her sensual lips as she smiled and swung the door wide for Sheila to enter. The ripe-breasted brunette had only met the blonde stewardess twice before, but every time she entered her apartment, eerie thrills raced up and down her spine. The ravishing blonde poured drinks for both of them and handed Sheila hen, her lustrous blue eyes smoldering up and down on Sheila's billowing tits and shapely legs, drinking in her curves hungrily.
Carol looked very feminine and sensual in her black negligee, and it would have taken an expert to guess she was an ardent switch-hitter who could handle either sex with ease. She'd become a stewardess at twenty-one and had been turned on by another wanton stewardess who'd shared a hotel room with her one night in Hong Kong. Carol quickly learned that such affairs between stewardesses were common, especially on short notice where no appealing men were available. Carol swung either way, but whichever way she went, she threw her greedy lips and gorgeous body into the session with naked fervor. If she had a single ambition, the seductive blonde wanted more than anything to be the most terrific lay in the world. Almost all the men and women who'd been at the receiving end of her mouth and fingers and madly sucking pussy would say she succeeded.
When she'd first met Sheila two weeks ago at an informal party, she immediately sized up the beautiful brunette as an extremely horny housewife who wasn't certain what to do about it. She probably wasn't getting enough from her husband, Carol decided, and the reason was obvious. With his looks he was getting enough action on the side to keep him busy if not exhausted. He would have little time left for his wife. So now the sexy housewife was searching the room with desperate eyes, probably looking for an affair with someone else's husband.
Carol moved in quickly. Frustrated housewives were her specialty, along with frustrated husbands.
But would Sheila Marks go for her brand of sex? Carol had a hunch the lushly curved brunette would go for anything that resembled excitement. And hell, Carol told herself, she had nothing to lose. She could always get all the men she wanted with her sultry looks. But beautiful women were a challenge.
Smoothly, Carol got on very friendly terms with Sheila before she suggested they get together at her apartment for coffee later that week. Sheila hesitated, then agreed as Carol knew she would. Women like Sheila who were tied down with families were always fascinated by stewardesses, by their aura of adventure and travel and swinging nights in strange places.
Later that week when Sheila showed up at her apartment, the blonde stewardess had her in bed in less than an hour and three drinks. Carol knew that women like Sheila wouldn't even dream of such brazenly shocking acts unless the timing was just perfect. And she'd gauged the sexy brunette's desperation to perfection. Sheila Marks wasn't just hot – she was on fire from the hot spongy tips of her superb tits down to her wild, insatiable cunt. Once Carol burrowed her hungry mouth to Sheila's burning pussy, there was no let up for a solid thirty minutes as the moaning, thrashing brunette came again and again, her hot juices spewing into the blonde's eager mouth, her long legs locked feverishly around Carol's waist. The stewardess was always exceptionally nice to her partner – the first time around.
The second time had been slightly different. Carol used a dominant tone to her voice and began giving the passionate housewife orders. At first, Sheila bridled but then gave in.