At ten o’clock exactly, Joan Mattison emerged from the studio where she took her ballet classes and found her father waiting for her in his car. She scrambled in and the car took off swiftly.
She could not see her father’s immense hard-on straining at his pants in the darkness of the car, or the look of tense lust on his face.
“How’d the lessons go?” Her father asked.
“Oh, great, Daddy.”
As lovely as her figure was for such a young girl, Joan would never be a ballet dancer and they both knew it. Nor did she really want to be, but girls took these classes to keep their young bodies supple and limber and to give them grace.
As a curious side effect of her ballet lessons, which she’d been taking since she was nine, Mattison’s luscious daughter had developed remarkably powerful cunt-muscles. Her cherry was not only tight and hot, but due to constant flexing of her thighs, her little juicy cunt had the ability to spasm with electrifying effect.
She never gave this any thought, of course, but she would quickly discover she had an astonishingly wild pussy for any age.
So would her surprised and hotly excited father.
“We’re not going straight home,” he told Joan, lighting a cigarette. “We’re going up to the cabin to have a talk, Joannie. Okay?”
“Sure, Daddy. But a talk about what?”
“About… Well, you’ll see, honey. Just wait.”
The cabin was located twenty miles from town, at the base of the surrounding mountains. The family used it on weekends and for a month or so in summer, a vacation hideout. It was small and cozy, with a well-stocked bar.
They were silent until he parked the car in the clearing by the cabin. Inside, he quickly built a fire in the fireplace and made himself a stiff double Scotch. His daughter sat on the rug before the fire, staring into it misty-eyed.
She wore black leotards with no bra and jeans. Her small ripening tits were lushly rounded and beneath a slim waist her hips flared out. She had a very sensuous ass for a teenager, each cheek perfectly rounded.
Mattison sat next to her on the rug, sipping his drink. His prick was a tormenting throb in his pants. Instead of wearing him out earlier that day, young Teri had sparked the most intense hunger of his life for more tight, juicy young pussy, a craving so overpowering Mattison could think of nothing else all night.
As long as Joannie had to lose her precious cherry, it might as well to be to her own loving father instead of some selfish, clumsy young asshole.
Although he couldn’t know it, this same strange logic was also used by his wife and son when it came to Joan’s virginity. Everyone seemed to be tremendously concerned about the state of her tender little cunt…
“Talk about what, Daddy?” Joan asked him now, her wide eyes shining up at him with complete trust.
“About sex, Joannie,” he said in a hoarse voice, gulping down his drink and quickly making another.
“I’ve been a good girl, honest,” Joan said quickly. “I’m still a virgin, Daddy.”
“And I’m proud of you for that, believe me,” Mattison said with a straight face. He settled beside her on the rug again, close this time so he could put a hand around her waist.
“The fact is, Joannie, I don’t want to see you get hurt by some greedy and awkward schoolboy. At your age you’re blossoming very quickly. One night you’ll get feverishly hot, and before you know it-bam!-You’ll have had sex.”
“Not me,” Joannie said stubbornly. “I’m saving it for marriage, Daddy.”
“That’s unreal and idealistic,” Mattison said sharply. Quickly, he softened his voice and pulled her down on the rug beside him, turning to face her. “You may not get married for another five or six years, honey. It’s best nowadays to have a little experience behind you, know what I mean?”
She shook her head. “No, Daddy, I don’t.”
Shit! He was being too clumsy and roundabout. He decided to get to the point before the ache in his balls became excruciating.
“What I mean, Joannie, is that I want to show you all about sex. Reading books and getting sex education in school is very nice, but it’s not the real thing. What you need to prepare you for the coming years is, well, practice.”
She blinked her wide, trusting eyes. “Practice?”
“Now most people in this town are very narrow- minded when it comes to sex,” Mattison went on, his fingers trembling as he slid them up around her soft warm tits and gently squeezed. “I feel that it’s my duty to initiate you into sex, Joannie, as a concerned father. So you won’t be hurt later on, so you’ll know what to expect and what to do about it…” Then she understood. Tears filled her eyes and she shook her head. “But-that’s wrong, Daddy! Fathers aren’t supposed to do that!”
“That’s what they say,” Mattison whispered, feeling a giant wad of jism ooze out of his tormented cock into his pants. “You trust me, don’t you, honey? So take your clothes off. All of them. Now.”
Joan stared at him in shock. Never once in her life had she disobeyed either of her parents. She’d been trained to obey them completely and quickly, the perfect daughter, and even as words of protest rose to her lips and hot tears stung her eyes, the trembling teenager unbuttoned her jeans.
“But, Daddy, it’s all wrong!” She sobbed. “I want to talk to Mommy first! Can I call her up, please?”
“No!” Mattison snapped. Jesus, that’s all he needed now! He stood up and began stripping, talking in a soothing voice to reassure her, his eyes burning on her silky flesh as she reluctantly undressed.
“Your father knows what’s best for you, honey, and don’t ever forget it. Other people have obsolete ideas about sex, and we are an advanced family, a liberal family, see? Once this is over with, Joannie, you’ll thank your father from the bottom of your heart, believe me.”
Now his daughter lay back on the rug, trembling from head to toe and crying softly, her fists clenched and her tender body braced. When she saw her father’s enormous hard-on, she gasped in disbelief. She’d seen dirty pictures that other girls at school had slipped to her, and although she found them disgusting she also was irresistibly fascinated. The cocks in those pictures seemed like silly pork sausages compared to her father’s tremendous red prick, curving upward lustfully.
“It’s not going to hurt, honey,” rasped Mattison, lying beside her on the rug and running his hands over her soft, budding tits. Like Teri, she was all silk and smooth flesh, her dark curly cunt-hairs glistening in the firelight. But Teri wasn’t nearly as sexy, because Joan had inherited her mother’s ravishing looks. Someday when she filled out she would be an absolute knockout, ripe tits and gorgeous ass, thick, sultry lips and huge burning eyes.
“Won’t hurt,” he repeated, but she continued to tremble and sob as Mattison slid down to suck on each of her luscious little tits in turn. Quickly, Joan’s cries turned to deep moans and in spite of her terror, she began instinctively undulating her ass and panting feverishly.
Because she believed sincerely in being “moral,” Joan had never even finger-fucked herself or had an orgasm of any kind. In fact, all her knowledge of sex was purely theoretical and she had no idea where her father was actually going as he slid his burning mouth down over her soft belly and crawled between her tender thighs.
Mattison’s breath rasped loudly in the cabin as he gripped his daughter’s plump ass in his hands and lifted it off the rug. He stared lustfully into her juicy wet slit which was pulsing gently before his eyes, tiny and tender and a delectable pink between its silky nest of pussy-hair.
It struck him that this was the second teenage cherry he’d sucked off that day, and he decided it must be a record of some kind, especially for a clean, righteous town like Coronet Heights. But this was his darling daughter’s virgin pussy and he was going to do full justice to it, turn her on so she’d never be afraid of sex again.
They were both in for a violent surprise.
Filling his nostrils deeply with her delicious cunt-fragrance, Mattison pressed his lips to her pussy-lips and Frenched them. A low scream escaped Joan’s throat. Then he slithered his tongue inside her tight, fiery slit and began wriggling hotly.
And his shy, polite teenage daughter went crazy.
“Oooooooh! Daddy! Daddy, oh, God in heaven, that’s beautiful! Unnnnnnf! Oh, Lord, it feels-whoooooo!-Ung!”
Joan wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails fiercely into his bare shoulders. She began fucking his mouth in frenzied thrusts, the most shattering excitement of her innocent life racing through her flesh as his long tongue whipped and stung and thrilled her boiling cherry, as he found her tiny clit-bud and sucked it with lewd groans.
Even Teri’s virgin pussy wasn’t this exquisitely sweet and juicy and frantic, this tender and ripe. For a man who never cared much for diving into hot muffs, Mattison was becoming something of an expert.
Yet the English teacher did it not out of desire-he would much rather ease his massive cock into this fiery, sucking pussy-but because he knew this was the best way to turn his young daughter on before the big plunge.
And turn her on he did, beyond his wildest expectations.
The first violent orgasm of Joan’s innocent young life now began erupting in her boiling loins, racing from her curled toes to the rosy tips of her heaving tits as her father devoured her dripping cunt with obscene groans. She shuddered madly and clawed his back and swung her ass in convulsions, tears rolling down her cheeks and incoherent cries coming from her lips. Each thrill was more shattering and breathtaking than the last, her tiny pussy wriggling in a frenzy on his tongue, her legs scissoring out, her mind reeling under the lustful sensations.
Again and again Joan came, her exploding cunt gushing honey in small torrents over her father’s eager face, her back arched and her screams piercing the small cabin.
“Daddy, can’t stop commminggg! Ungh! Oh, I’m losing my mind! Wooooo! Jeeeeeesus! Aaaargh! Yessssss!”
Along with her mother’s striking good looks, the teenage girl had also inherited her deep passion-and it now came boiling out years before its time. The screaming adolescent couldn’t get enough of her father’s wild tongue up her cherry. Instead of being ravenously eaten, she was now raping his mouth, crushing his head fiercely to her wet thighs, and jerking her hips in savage lunges.
Now Mattison found he couldn’t break free of her insane grip. So madly aroused was Joan when he tried to wriggle free of her hot, crushing thighs that she rolled over on the rug, pinning his face beneath her thrashing cunt, smearing her juices lewdly over his face. And her strength was amazing, due partly to her gymnastics and ballet classes, so that her sweet, silky thighs were rippling with brute power as she clamped her father’s head ferociously and ground her exploding cunt to his mouth.
Mattison was startled and alarmed. She was going crazy with raw sex, a screaming, delirious animal in heat, responding to her first session of hot cunt-heating with savage lust.
He managed to break free and sat up, panting for breath as Joan moaned and shuddered and stroked her sweating tits with obscene fingers. He made himself another drink, giving her a few minutes to quiet down. It was like watching a seething volcano suddenly explode, thought Mattison. Her reaction was far out of proportion to her shy innocence.
He wondered if she was a born nympho.
She was sitting up on the rug now, her eyes blazing on her father’s colossal hard-on. “Oooo, Daddy, it was-fantastic!” She whispered, trembling and still softly jerking her ass. “You were right! Will you make love to me now?”
The words were touchingly naive. She hadn’t learned to use the word fuck yet, but she would, with a vengeance, thought her father. For a minute, he debated whether to have her go down on him first and teach her how to give a wild blow-job, like Teri. Staring at her gently sucking pink cunt between her soaked nest, Mattison decided to take her cherry now. He gulped down the rest of his drink and put the glass aside, climbing on top of her silky body.
Instantly, she quivered violently, sobs coming from her throat as she spread her thighs wide and drew up her knees. She gripped his pounding prick in her hot fist and gasped.
“God, Daddy, it’s so huge! I know it’s gonna hurt, but I don’t care! So excited, Daddy, I’m still so hot!”
“It won’t hurt for long,” he told her, guiding his knob into her tight wet cunt-lips. He sucked in his breath as she clamped on it at once, deep moans coming from her throat. Then Mattison began to fuck his teenage daughter with very cautious lunges, easing his massive rod into her boiling cherry by careful degrees, intensely excited by her juice throbbing cunt and her soft cries of pain.
“It’s-getting a little better!” Gasped Joan, wincing as the mass of burning meat in her tight slit gorged deeper. It felt eerie and yet incredibly exciting to be having sex with her father, and it added a depraved, delicious feeling to the hot pressure of his immense prick.
Panting, Joan dug her tits lustfully into his chest and clawed his hard asscheeks in her fingers, her teeth sinking in to his shoulder to brace herself as he drove still deeper.
The bolts of pain in her luscious pussy began to fuse with ripples of raw pleasure as her slit stretch-ed to fit his gorging cock. Waves of maddening excitement began welling up in the young girl as her hot pussy gushed honey along her father’s meat to ease his path, as her tiny cunt discovered the happy wards of fucking. “Yes, Daddy! Oh, yes, fuck me!” Cried Joan, lurching her hips up to meet his drives. The word came naturally to her now and the sound of it fired her passion. “Fuck me, fuck me, Daddy,” she chanted, raking her nails across his back and grinding her dripping cunt with spasms of power on his rod.
“Love it! Oh Daddy I love to fuck! Yes, give it all to me! Oooooo, it hurts good, it’s getting wilder, aaaaah! Fuck meeeeee!”
Mattison was slightly shocked at the harsh words coming from his daughter’s lips. She’d always seemed pure and angelic to him, the lovingly wholesome essence of sweet girlhood. But now, feeling her wild cunt hug and squeeze his cock in delicious spasms of lust, a wet, silky, wantonly juicy sensation that tingled his prick and balls wildly, feeling her hot satiny nakedness tremble and writhe beneath him, hearing her screams of lewd excitement, it was all the English teacher could do to keep from exploding his huge wad of jism in her, fiercely sucking cunt.
“Sweet hot little cunt!” He groaned, holding her sweating ass firmly in his hands as she humped it furiously. “Joannie, you’re fantastic, angel! Unnnng! Shit, that’s incredible,” he gasped when his daughter suddenly rippled the muscles in her juicy crack with electrifying force, sending currents of lusty pleasure through his meat.
Now the pain was gone completely for Joan, and the moaning, frenzied girl was fucking him in return with wanton gusto, his pumping rod sparking an intensely wild friction in her tender cunt. She began coming in molten spasms, wailing and locking her legs around his waist, gyrating her hot ass in convulsive circles, the fire in her pussy a blaze of awakening lust.
The fiery orgasms of her father’s whipping tongue up her cherry earlier were nothing in comparison to the feel of his immense prick ramming deep inside her, rubbing violently against her silken walls to shoot unbearable thrills through her dripping slit.
The shy, sweet-lipped teenager wriggled and stroked and panted as if her soul were on fire with sex, her entire naked body throbbing and quivering as she came. And deep inside her, Mattison’s daughter suddenly knew she was born for this-born to fuck, every inch of her glowing soft flesh humming furiously at the feel of her first massive cock pounding and battering inside her eager slit.
For her father, it was also a stunning revelation.
Joan felt like a velvety, madly fucking animal beneath him, all sharp teeth and nails and sweating tits and jerking ass and boiling, slippery cunt-her first taste of sex sparking her fierce passion and hot pussy savagely.
She was a nympho, pure and simple, and he knew it. This wild-eyed, furiously panting, delirious sobbing, frantic-pussied mink was a complete stranger to him, a mockery of his own quiet, lovely daughter.
“Fuck meeeeee harder!” Cried Joan now, and she abruptly urged him over on his back on the rug so she was on top, whipping her wild cunt up and down on his rod in a frenzy, biting his lips and shoulders as she shuddered her blazing pussy in uncontrollable spasms on his prick. “Harder, Daddy! Aaaaah!”
And then Mattison was starting to get his rocks off, spurting in wild hot bursts of cream that triggered his daughter’s madness like a massive shot of acid. It stung and tickled her aching pussy unbearably, and this, her first feel of boiling jism, excited her so profoundly she thought she would lose her mind. It was the combination of tickling and sticky hot thrills in her tender cunt that made the little girl tug violently at her father’s hair and bite his lips until she drew blood.
For a few icy moments, Mattison wondered whether his daughter really had gone insane. All he’d done was eat her sweet little pussy to prime her and then eased his huge cock inside her virgin-slit.
But to an innocent young girl who knew virtually nothing about sex, this crash-course in depravity by her own horny father had awakened fierce passions that normally would have taken weeks, months or even years.
In less than an hour, no longer a cherry now that her wild pussy came feverishly on her father’s spurting rod, Joan Mattison had been lustfully sucked and savagely fucked in a manner most grown women would have deeply envied.
She was much more than just turned on. She was all throbbing, molten cunt now, every nerve in her soft silky flesh vibrating with lust as she came along with her gasping father, her naked ass trembling wildly, her hot little cunt making loud sucking noises on her father’s spurting dick, greedy, obscene sounds that mingled with the frenzy of slapping flesh.
Finally she collapsed on Mattison, eerie moans coming from her lips, her pulsing cunt still gripping his rod tightly.
“Are you okay?” Mattison asked her, stroking her ass.
“I’m just great, Daddy!” She sighed. She snaked her tongue in his ear and he shivered. Funny how hot sex suddenly changed her personality. She was teasing him now, rubbing her dripping crotch lewdly to his cock and nibbling on his earlobe, purring strangely.
“We’d better get moving, honey,” he told her, slapping her butt playfully. “Your Mom will be worried.”
“Fuck her,” whispered Joan. Mattison blinked his eyes in disbelief. “What!” He said.
“I mean,” Joan said quickly, “just call her up and tell her we went for pizza or something, Daddy. I don’t want to go yet. I want to do it some more-I want to do it all night, every night, Daddy!”
“Hey, now, easy does it,” Mattison said, but his teenage daughter was already sliding her lips down over his chest, then his belly, and now Joan was lavishing hot kisses on his limp cock, wiggling it in her fist. Quickly, his prick rose again. Then, with happy gurgling sounds, Joan was rolling her wet tongue lasciviously across the knob.
She suddenly plunged it in her hot mouth and sucked so lustfully Mattison let out a wild gasp.
Now his daughter began blowing him, clumsy but wantonly exciting with her boiling eager mouth, churning her tongue on his meat hungrily, jerking his rod in her hot fist at the same time, her animal frenzy once more aroused at the taste of her first thick, burning cock.
It was an all-out assault by her feverish mouth that left Mattison dazed. She sucked fast and with naked greed, gagging on his long meat as she tried coaxing his load from him in seconds, anxious to taste her father’s jism. In spite of her awkwardness, Mattison was already quivering in her boiling mouth, groaning and gasping beneath her hotly churning tongue and lips.
It was at that moment that the most perverse idea of all struck him: Why not get her and little Teri together? Both youngsters, both had lost their juicy cherries to him, both of them were obviously hung up on his huge dick by now, and he felt certain the girls would do anything he told them. So why not have a three-way with both their cute, little asses?
As dangerous as the idea was, it seemed perfectly reasonable to the English teacher as his daughter frantically sucked him off on the rug before the fireplace, her satiny skin glowing in the flames, her mouth a whipping, molten and lusciously tight fit on his rod.
He groaned and held onto her head tightly as his rock-hard prick swelled and throbbed. Then Joan was groaning loudly as he began exploding his fiery liquid in her tingling lips. She gulped the thick cream down rapidly, jerking his meat in her fist to coax more, the salty pungency thrilling her, the delicious wickedness and guilt of going down on her father the hottest thrill of all for Joan.
As Mattison lay on the rug, heaving for breath while his daughter drained him feverishly, a deep excitement stirred in his blood as he examined his idea. The cabin was perfect for it. Both Joan and Teri would do anything he told them, of that he was certain. It was a depraved dream he could turn into a wild reality, this weekend if he wanted….
He saw now how perfectly so-called “normal” people could become obsessed with corruption, with the danger and excitement of toying with the forbidden. But like countless others who’d hurtled down the road to disaster, Mattison thought only of the rewards, the fantastic sight of sweet, luscious little Teri locked in obscene passion with his teenage daughter, their hot, silky asses swinging on the rug, their eager wet lips locked to each other’s plump thighs…
* * *
Driving home a little while later, with Joan fondling his rod through his pants and still moaning softly, Mattison knew he should have been exhausted. Instead, he was feverishly aroused, still on a sex-binge after two tender young cherries that day, unable to stop his runaway lust.
He felt like he was on an express to hell, but how could he stop? There was a lascivious excitement, an incredible feeling of lust-power in seducing innocent young girls, in turning their hot little pussies and eager ripe lips on, in going down on their tender sweet thighs and then ramming his immense hard-on brutally into their juicy cunts.
He tried to ignore the warning alarm in the back of his mind, screaming that it was the beginning of the end, that he’d gone too far in awakening his daughter’s violent passion. Because Joan was changed now, unable to stop playing with his cock as he drove, nibbling on his ear lewdly, a frenzied ball of fire who couldn’t stop thinking about sex now that she’d tasted it.
Mattison turned the car engine off in his driveway, cautioned Joan once more about behaving as though nothing had happened — a lost cause, from the way she was still panting and licking her lips, her eyes glowing with her secret-and then went into his house.
His wife and son were apparently asleep in their rooms. He tucked his daughter in bed, and the crazy girl insisted on kissing his cock goodnight. For a wild moment, Mattison almost succumbed to the temptation to sixty-nine with her on the spot, his blood still pounding at the feel of her soaked hot pussy.
He stripped and crawled into his bed, beside his wife in the darkness, but he was still too excited to go to sleep. It was an insane day, a wild, wanton day in the peaceful town of Coronet Heights, he thought as he smoked in bed.
All he’d done was to take two teenage cherries, including his daughter’s, suck them and fuck them with a fierce, depraved recklessness that now made Mattison wonder if he was insane himself.
It was Teri, the hot-pussied young blonde, who really worried him. She had a crush on him, and at that age they were totally unpredictable.
And her father was the cold-eyed, swaggering chief of police.
He remembered how, when he was just a kid, his father had told him life was like an endless department store.
You took what you wanted and then-paid for it.
Mattison had taken what he wanted.
Now he knew he would have to pay for it, and the thought that the cashier might be the brutal chief of police sent chills up his spine.
He slept fitfully…