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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike31 Cosby MFf inc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 20:19:50 GMT
COSBY: The Daughter Never Knocks Twice
By Uncle Mike
Denise was sprawled face down on her bed, kicking idly at
the mattress with her Nikes. She was in her mid-teens, a
street-wise girl with a milk-chocolate body that was
concealed now inside a baggy pair of overalls and a tattered
men's T-shirt. She had learned to keep her curves well-
hidden, although even the best disguise wouldn't stop some of
the guys in high school from hitting on her.
Still, Denise knew that it could have been worse. There
were some girls who asked for it, dressing like hookers, but
even those who wore simple skirts and blouses had to put up
with an incredible amount of shit.
She walked a lot of lines to avoid trouble -- working hard
to get the grades that would get her into college, but being
careful not to be seen as a grind or a brain (not that the last
was any real problem). And dressing down, but keeping it
funky enough not to become the class joke.
Those weren't lines her parents understood. Mom the
lawyer and Dad the doctor didn't see why being too good in
school could be a problem. They were so sold on education
that they'd probably have been on her case full-time if she
wasn't lucky enough to have a younger brother as dumb as
Theo around, screwing up his grades far worse than she'd ever
dare to do.
She picked at a bit of fuzz on her comforter as her
thoughts drifted. It wasn't really aimless thinking; she was
consciously trying to avoid doing what she knew she couldn't
avoid. She reached over and flicked on her radio, stalling for
time.
=== === === ===
Clair had disappeared after dinner, mysteriously telling
Cliff only that she had something special to do in their
bedroom. He puttered around the living room for awhile but
finally his curiosity got the better of him and he clumped up
the stairs. His middle-aged bones protested the strain of
attending two births earlier that day, but despite his graying
hair Cliff forced a slight spring into his step.
When he opened the bedroom door, he thought Clair must
have snuck downstairs again without his noticing. The lights
were out. Cliff wanted to get the book on his nightstand,
anyway, so he took a step into the room.
"Hi, Cliff," came his wife's voice from the darkness. "Close
the door."
His eyebrows rose. As the door clicked shut behind him, a
light snapped on next to the bed.
Clair was stretched out before him in a white nightgown
sheer enough to let him see that she had nothing on
underneath. He drank in her slim, shapely brown body -- the
breasts, still firm for a woman her age, the taut belly, the
long, slender legs.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho," Cliff burbled as he approached her,
stripping off his own clothes. After all their years of
marriage, she could still turn him into a sex-crazed wildman.
"Like my surprise, lover?" Clair whispered huskily.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho," he chuckled in reply, stark naked now
as he reached the bed and crawled toward her.
=== === === ===
Denise groaned as another commercial interrupted the
music. She glanced up at the clock. Groaning again, she got up
slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling out the note
from her teacher and staring at it for the fortieth time.
Mr. Pfister wanted her parents to know that Denise was
turning down "an excellent chance to sharpen her curriculum
vitae before applying to college" by rejecting membership in
the National Honor Society.
She'd only made the cut by the skin of her teeth, and if
she'd even known she was close she would've managed to trim
a few points off her GPA somewhere. The NHS was the worst
of all, even worse than belonging to the chess club. But
Denise knew her parents wouldn't understand; they'd insist
that she apply.
She groaned again. Could she tell them? How the last two
girls she knew to get named to the group had been haunted by
half the boys in the class? How Shanelle had been almost
raped by one boy who wanted to teach her not to be so uppity?
Denise held herself tightly. Still a virgin, somehow, she
didn't know what she feared most: having the other kids find
out -- or having them find out why, that she was just too
scared that the boy she chose would reject her. She knew the
kids would hit on anything with two tits, but when it came
right down to it, when she had found someone she really liked
-- what then?
=== === === ===
Clair moaned softly as Cliff expertly ate her pussy,
licking ever so delicately. She ground her hips under his
ministrations, her fingers running through his short, kinky
hair. "That's perfect, Cliff," she said. "Just a little lower ...
ohhhhh, that's it!" He maneuvered his tongue around her cunt.
Of course he could eat pussy, he thought to himself; after all,
he was a gynecologist.
When she came, it was in her usual torrent of tremors, her
body twisting and turning as the sheets wrinkled under her,
slipping off the corners of the mattress under the strain.
Careful not to make any noise with all their children still
up, Clair bit into the side of a pillow, muffling her shrieks of
passion.
When at last she calmed down Cliff moved up, his stiff
cock poised at the entrance to her hot, wet cunt. With the
ease of a long-married couple, they joined swiftly. Cliff's
hips rose and fell as he plunged into her tunnel.
"Damn, you're still good, woman," he whispered in her ear.
=== === === ===
Denise took a deep breath and got to her feet. She knew it
couldn't be postponed any longer. Note crumpled in her hand,
she left her room and went downstairs. Mom was going to be
in her bedroom, but Denise figured this was one that might go
down better if she talked to Dad first. Not, she reminded
herself ruefully, that either one was very accommodating
when it came to school stuff.
She searched the first floor and called out into the
basement, but Dad wasn't anywhere. Sticking her head into
the kitchen she had startled Theo, who was supposed to be
studying but really was having a sandwich and listening to a
tape -- with the volume at full blast, to judge by the noise
that came through the tiny earphones. She tried asking if he
knew where Dad was, but by the time he took out the
earphones she was tired of asking and just walked away. In
the living room, Rudy was reading a book on the couch; all
Denise got for asking her if she knew was a two-syllable
answer -- "uh-uh."
Denise shook her head as she trudged up the stairs. Dad
must be up there too. Sometimes getting them both at once
was even worse than one at a time, but there was no getting
around it.
=== === === ===
Clair's legs were wrapped tightly around Cliff's waist and
her hands clawed at his back as he thrust into her again and
again.
"Yes, yes!" she whispered, "yes, harder, Cliff! Drive it into
me! Put that meat into motion, lover!"
Cliff complied, launching himself into her cunt. He was
enjoying this fuck more than any in the last several weeks,
feeling in complete control. With the stamina that comes
with age, he held back his own orgasm as his cock drove in.
Clair, always ready for more, let herself go in another swirl
of bucking and arching, driving her face into the pillow once
more to stifle the screams.
The pillow was still covering her face when their
daughter's voice crackled.
"Dad? Mom! Oh, my God! Oh, no!"
Cliff rolled off Clair's sweaty body and grabbed for the
sheet to cover himself; it didn't quite reach. He didn't know
where to hide. He wasn't one of those fathers who's casual
about being nude in the house; he guarded his privacy and
respected his children's. And he'd taken one too many child
psychology classes not to worry about the effects of what
Denise must have seen.
Clair was uncovered as well. Denise stared at the juices
oozing out of her mother's cunt and became aware of the
musky odor of sex that filled the room. Too shocked to move
and too embarrassed to speak, she stared open-mouthed.
"Mmph-ur-ump!" Clair said, and then spat out the pillow.
"Denise! What are you ... why didn't you knock?" Even nude,
Clair was able to compose herself into a sort of commanding
posture, and she shook her finger at her young daughter.
"We've told you time and time again ..." Cliff stared at her,
wondering how she managed to become so calm. Personally,
he thought he wouldn't be able to manage much more than
some incoherent babbling.
From the hallway came the tiny voice of their youngest
daughter, Rudy. "Momma, can I come in?"
"No, honey," Clair quickly called out. "Close that door.
Now!" she whispered sharply at Denise. "Denise and I have to
have a talk, honey. You go on to bed now. I'll be in to tuck you
in later."
Denise closed the door and turned to face her parents
again, but still clung to the doorknob with one hand. "I can --
can just leave," she stuttered.
Cliff was too busy trying to work the sheet loose to
respond. But Clair, unmoving, spoke calmly.
"You just stay right there. Now I want to know why you
barged into our room without knocking."
"I just -- just didn't think," Denise offered weakly.
"Didn't think? Didn't think? Why did the good Lord give you
a brain if you're not going to use it, young lady? I don't want
you ever coming into this room again without knocking. Ever.
Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the young girl said. "Can I go now?"
"Not quite," Clair said flatly.
Cliff had given up trying to move the sheet up and had
shifted down himself, working enough of one end free to
cover his privates. "What? Let the girl go, Clair," he
protested. He gave the sheet another tug, trying to cover up
his slight pot belly -- well, he considered it slight, anyway.
Was she crazy? He just wanted this whole thing to be over
with.
Clair refused to give in. "You came in here for a reason,
young lady," she said, keeping a steely gaze on her daughter's
face. "It better have been a good one."
Denise felt trapped. This was definitely not the time to
bring up the note -- but what else could she say? She
stammered and stumbled and hemmed and hawed, stalling in
hopes that her mother would finally just send her away.
But instead, Clair's face softened and she sat up on the
bed. Her breasts sagged only slightly as she leaned forward.
"I think I know what the reason was, honey," she said
quietly.
Denise stared back, racking her brain to figure out what
her mother was talking about. She came up blank. Cliff was
thinking fast, too, but to no better result.
"You knew what we were doing, didn't you?" Clair asked.
Denise shook her head frantically. "No, I swear, I..."
"Yes, you did. And you wanted to come in. To see. Well, did
you like what you saw?"
"I -- I --" Denise fell back against the door in surprise.
"No, really, I just -- I mean ..."
"Honey, you've never seen anyone having sex before, have
you?" Clair had scooted down to the foot of the bed now, and
reached a hand out to her daughter. "It's OK. I had an idea you
were still a virgin. Oh, don't be so shy. Look, we're not born
knowing what to do. It's natural to want to see what it's all
about. I just wish you'd asked me, that's all."
Without quite knowing why, Denise took her mother's hand
and stepped up to the bed. Her father was staring wildly at
Clair, eyes bugging out as he tried to back away but couldn't
bring the sheet with him. Now he knew Clair was crazy. What
did she think they were, some kind of visual aids for their
kids?
"You know, just watching isn't really enough," Clair said
softly, reaching out and gently unbuttoning the straps of
Denise's overalls.
Cliff sputtered in shock. "Say what?" He had seen a lot of
naked women in his practice, but his daughter -- he
shuddered -- that was one body he didn't want to know about.
But Clair gave a quick yank on the sheet, exposing his cock
-- which, to his shame, had begun to thicken again when his
daughter's overalls had slipped to the carpet, exposing a
wispy of pink satin at her crotch and a pair of legs not quite
as long as her mother's but just as shapely. It was hard for
him to admit it, even to himself, but Denise's body turned him
on. She reminded him in some ways of Clair when she was
younger, but he'd never known her when she was that young.
Hell, he'd never known any girl -- you know, known them --
that young.
"I'm not saying this is right for every child, Cliff," Clair
said, helping Denise lift off her T-shirt and expose her
budding cupcake breasts, "but Denise must have wanted it,
whether she knew it or not. And frankly, from the looks of
things (his cock was now fully erect), so did you."
Denise's mind swirled as, at her mother's direction, she
slipped off her shoes and crawled naked onto her parent's bed.
Cliff tried not to watch, but the vision was impossible to
ignore. Denise looked like a nymph, the freshness of youth
turned into an erotic masterpiece. His daughter, he realized
with a gulp, turned him on.
"Now, honey, we're going to take it nice and slow, let you
get used to everything first," Clair said, guiding her daughter
to lie down on her back between them. Cliff flinched when the
girl's warm, smooth thigh brushed his, but with a gentle
touch Clair held him in place. "And so you can get used to it
too, Cliff," she said.
He stared, open-mouthed, at what came next, slowly
rubbing his cock.
Moving between her daughter's dark-skinned legs, Clair
slowly parted them with her hands as she planted soft kisses
on the insides of Denise's thighs. She was so gentle that
Denise almost didn't realize it when Clair's tongue first
flicked against her labia.
But soon her mother's tongue was probing inside her,
drawing forth a passion she'd never known before. And to her
amazement, her father became so excited that he forgot his
inhibitions and bent down to nuzzle his young daughter's
breasts, sucking the tiny nipples in until they grew stiff and
erect. Cliff let himself go, forgetting for the moment that
this was his own child, forgetting that his wife was right
there with him, letting his raging lust take over.
A warm glow spread through the young girl's body and then
burst into a heated explosion that seemed to yank on every
muscle she had. Like her mother, she was a screamer, but her
yelps were muffled by her father's open mouth, which pressed
against her lips as his tongue slipped inside. "I love you,
Denise," he had whispered as he rose to her, and he meant it.
His hands roamed her supply body, brushing gently against her
budding breasts.
At the height of her passion, she felt a sharp pain in her
cunt. She pushed aside her father's lips and stared down at
her mother. Clair was pulling out the two fingers she had
jammed into her daughter's tunnel. Drops of blood glistened
on the fingertips.
"It's all right, honey," Clair assured her daughter as she
wiped her hand on the sheet. "It's just another natural thing. I
just needed to make you ready for your father."
As Clair said that, Cliff seemed to become suddenly aware
again of what was going on. He rolled over to the side of the
bed, almost falling off. God, he thought, this is my daughter
and my wife! What kind of sick family are we?
Denise, too, seemed stunned; she drew her legs up and
closed them tightly, hugging them in a fetal position. Her
mind was ablaze and she shook her head, trying to clear it.
One part of her was hungrily crying out for more, but the
other was afraid, desperately afraid, of what was going on.
She looked at her father, and though she didn't dare admit it
to herself, the sight of his big cock enticed her. She wondered
what it would feel like inside her -- she couldn't fit it all in,
could she? And even if she did, she wouldn't be any good.
She'd never done this! She'd be a disaster.
For the moment, Clair let Cliff fret. She concentrated on
easing her daughter's fears.
Crawling up to lie beside Denise, Clair began to stroke the
young girl's goose-pimpled flesh. Her hands roamed over the
taut belly, the tender breasts. Slowly she moved in closer
until her nipples brushed her daughter's side. Tenderly Clair
began to kiss Denise's shoulder, her neck, her chin. As she did,
her daughter's legs relaxed and slid back down. Clair raised
herself up and kissed Denise full on the lips. Their tongues
met in a sizzling touch, and Clair straddled the young girl's
body with her own.
Denise melted under her mother's caresses, finally
responding with her own. She reached a trembling hand to her
mother's side, then slid it ever so slowly up until she felt the
swell of the older woman's breast. Soon she grew bolder,
pulling her mother's body down onto her and crushing their
cunts together as she twisted underneath. Clair encouraged
her daughter, whispering her love into the young girl's ear.
Quickly Denise's passion overtook her and she reached down,
pulling her mother's hand into her cunt as she eagerly began
to finger Clair's. Again Denise's mind was ablaze, but this
time it was all of a piece. She wanted this, dear God she
wanted this! Wildly she shoved her fingers against her
mother's twat.
Clair patiently instructed Denise in just how to please
her, demonstrating on her daughter's pussy and then sighing
as Denise responded in kind.
Denise was lost in their lovemaking when Clair
unexpectedly rolled off. "It's time, Cliff," she whispered, but
the urging wasn't needed. Cliff had been stroking himself as
he watched, and now he quickly moved on top of his daughter,
his hard cock poised at her sopping wet pussy lips. He looked
down at her, his eyes clouded with tears. The lovely sight of
his own, naked daughter was almost too much to bear.
Denise shook a little in fright, staring at the size of her
father's shaft. "It won't fit, will it?" she asked her mother.
Clair smiled. "You'll manage," she said, slipping a hand
between her daughter and her husband, guiding his cock home.
Denise let out a muffled groan as the swollen head of her
father's cock spread her cunt lips, slipping wetly between
them. Clair held him there, letting Denise get used to the
feeling. "Now, Cliff," she said at last. "But take it slow."
"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned as his shaft slid into his daughter's
burning-hot, glove-tight cunt. Not in decades had he entered a
pussy this small. He felt every centimeter as his cock spread
apart the cushiony wet walls. Halfway in he stopped and
began to withdraw, using short, slow strokes until he felt
Denise beginning to buck back at him.
Then he pressed in harder and soon sank into her to the
hilt. A deep moan forced itself out of him as Clair spread
Denise's legs apart, opening her to Cliff all the way.
Cliff could feel Denise's nipples slipping across his chest
as she twisted under him. Again and again he plunged into his
daughter's cunt, every time amazed by the incredible
sensations stirred up by her tight pussy.
"Daddy, am I doing OK?" Denise's voice was trembling.
"Denise, you're doing just great," he whispered to her. He
bent down to her ear. "You're the best fuck I've ever had," he
said quietly. "But don't tell your Mom I said so!"
Joy filled Denise as her father pulled away. She was good
at something, at last! At that moment she resolved to make
her father happy every chance she got. She'd show him what a
hot little daughter he had.
Cliff was lost in his passion, pounding at his daughter's
sweet pussy.
Clair stroked his balls, driving him even wilder. Madly he
sped up the pace and Denise kept up with him all the way,
smashing her hips up at him.
Feeling an orgasm build, he called out, "I'm cumming! I'm
gonna shoot!"
But Clair quickly squeezed the base of his cock, shutting
off the flow and slightly deflating him. Over the next hour
she led Cliff and Denise through a Kama Sutra of positions.
Denise learned to suck her father's dick, to take him doggie
style and sideways. Finally, with Cliff drenched in sweat and
near exhaustion, Clair rolled him over onto his back and had
Denise squat over his still-erect cock.
Gently she eased her daughter down until the shaft slid
home again, bending slightly under the pressure before Denise
took it all in.
"Now ride him, honey," Clair urged, fingering her own cunt
with one hand as she massaged her daughter's clit with the
other.
Denise did as she was told, rising and falling with her
father's cock rubbing her cunt raw. Thick juices flowed freely
out of her pussy and soaked the bedsheets that were tangled
and knotted beneath them. Cliff stared up at her, fondling her
tits as he humped back at her. He was amazed at what Clair
had done, but he loved her more than ever for it, for sharing
their love with their daughter.
"Faster, sweetie, faster," Clair said, stepping up the pace
of her own frantic masturbation.
Cliff's eyes were shut tightly as the motion drove him
ever and ever closer to the edge. He grabbed at the mattress
and shook his head back and forth on the soaking-wet pillow
as his daughter fucked him, her small tits bobbing up and
down with every stroke.
At last he could hold back no longer and a hot jet of cum
spurted out of him, sending Denise over the edge as well into
another orgasm. Clair came at the same instant and locked
her lips with her daughter, their groans sending out
vibrations that intensified the passion of their kiss.
=== === === ===
After it was all over, Denise slipped back into her clothes
and crept to her room, peeking out carefully first to make
sure her brother and sister weren't around. She quickly
grabbed a nightgown and took a shower before returning to
her bedroom and crawling into bed. She was just about to
flick the light off when there was a knock at the door.
Her mother came in and shook a crumpled piece of paper at
her. "I found this on the floor, young lady," she said. "And just
WHAT does this mean?"