From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Rachael by Unknown (Mg, inc)
Date: 24 Apr 1996 22:31:18 GMT

				Rachel
			   (Author Unknown)
			       Part One

	Rachel was already there, as she usually was on Saturday
mornings. An empty cereal bowl gave testimony that she'd already
eaten, and now she was reading the newspaper which was spread out
across one counter. As was also usual before she took a shower, she
was only wearing one of those `night t-shirt' things that younger
women like, the long shirts that barely cover their ass, and of course
panties. Not little-girl panties, but those french-cut things which
reveal far more than they hide. Must've given the neighbors a thrill
when she went out on the lawn to get the paper.

	She was bent over the counter, elbows resting on the paper,
which hiked her shirt up over ass and onto her back. Her legs were
slightly spread, stretching the panties over her ass and outlining her
young, incredibly tight pussy. When I walked into the kitchen I
stopped for a moment, for the sight was truly incredible, almost
posed, a `take me now' stance that really got my blood pumping. I
thought about how many boys had enjoyed that pussy and how very, very
much I wanted to join their ranks.

	Rachel heard me and glanced over her shoulder to smile and say
good morning, then went back to reading the paper. Not changing her
stance at all, completely unaware of the effect it was having on me.
Hormones clouded my brain, driving out the objections I'd been
wrestling with for months; during that moment I thought it better to
fuck her and have it turn out to be a mistake than to get old and grey
and wonder for the rest of my life what it might have been like. So
instead of heading over to the coffee machine to make a pot, I walked
over to where she was, intent on taking her if it was at all possible.

	Still, I wasn't crude about it. I didn't rip off her panties
and slam my cock between her legs. Instead, I started to give her a
back rub. Not exactly subtle, but not so blatant that it couldn't be
thought of as innocent in intent if things didn't go well. I still
didn't know how far she was willing to let me go in reality, despite
my forbidden journeys into her diary.

	"Mmmm, that feels good," she said, bending farther over the
counter. This of course forced her ass up even higher, while at the
same time requiring that I move in so I could stretch to reach her
shoulders. I was so close that my groin was ever so barely touching
her ass, and it electrified me. My cock immediately swelled, fast on
its way to its full eight inches or so.

	Because I was massaging her back with some force, her body was
rocking back and forth slightly, which resulting in her ass just
slightly rubbing up against my stiffening dick. This was enough to
make it come to full attention, and of course the head popped out of
the top of my sweat shorts. Nine and a half stiff inches just won't
fit into a pair of shorts, even if they have elastic in the waist.

	So there I was, nearly draped over her while massaging her
shoulders, the head of my cock responding vigorously to the feather
friction of her silk panties as they periodically came into contact
with it. I was so fucking horny I thought that if this kept up I was
going to come just like that, shooting sperm all over her the back of
her oversized t-shirt. And I was thinking "shit, man, I'm almost
inside of her, just pull back her panties and slide it in, please,
please, please! You'll be fucking her before she (you) can think twice
about it!"

	I almost did it. The temptation was enormous. But I couldn't,
even though her diary convinced me that she'd welcome it. There was
still some niggling doubt in my mind someplace.

	Instead, I started moving down her back, massaging lower and
lower, praying that she wouldn't turn around and see the head of my
dick staring back at her. When I got to her lower back she arched up a
bit, spreading her legs even more and presenting her pussy in full
view. I drunk it in like a man dying of thirst, and then I noticed
that her panties looked like they were wet. A sign from the gods if
there ever was one.

	"To hell with it," I thought. "It's now or never."

	All of my inhibitions disappeared as my one hand went to
massage a silky thigh while the other crept around to caress her
incredible, hard abdomen. I heard her breath catch in her throat, but
she didn't open her eyes or object or even look back at me. I watched
the blood rush to her face, felt her skin warm beneath my hands.

				Rachel
			       Part Two

	As I slowly moved simultaneously for crotch and breasts, I
pressed my groin slightly against her ass and was rewarded when she
pressed back even harder. My right hand found a breast and began to
fondle with unmitigated glee, while the left switched to the other
thigh, teasing her. She responded by starting to rub her ass against
my cock, up and down. I could hear her breath getting sharper and
faster and I was thinking that there is nothing, absolutely nothing
more glorious than a horny teenage girl.

	More than a little overeager, I abandoned the thigh and moved
straight in for the honey, slipping my fingers past her panties and
into her moist cunt lips. This time she did gasp, a high-pitched moan
quickly cut off, and I started rubbing the lips of her pussy and her
clit. Her breathing became so loud it was almost a moan, and I nearly
groaned in response.

	I was having a bit of trouble trying to fondle the other
breast in this position, so Rachel came up off the counter and pressed
herself into me standing up. Her arms reached behind her and grabbed
my neck, pulling my head down to her lips and we kissed, hot and
passionate, her young tongue deep in my mouth, while her ass started
to pump even harder against my cock. I slowly inserted a finger into
her hole, making her moan again, and I was thinking god she's so
tight, how am I going to get my cock into that fucking tightness?

	The fingerfucking I was giving her was making her shudder with
pleasure, and since she was pressed up against me I could feel every
violent movement, every intake of breath, every half-cut-off moan that
escaped her lips between kisses. Briefly removing my hand from her
breasts, so full and firm, I deftly slipped out of my sweat shorts,
kicking them away when they hit the floor. This finally freed my
aching cock, and it sprung up and under her spread legs, pressed hard
against her cunt through her panties. Rachel breathed "yes, yes,"
rubbing her sopping pussy back and forth across the head and shaft and
making me moan in time with her.

	The action was too much for me. Being so close to fucking this
seventeen-year-old beauty I'd been fantasizing about for months, my
own daughter, having her pressed up against me and knowing that she
wanted to screw me just as bad as I wanted her, blew away any thought
of further foreplay or gentleness. I was consumed by a lust of such
power I'd never felt before, and I wanted to screw her long and hard,
I wanted to come inside of her and make her come whether she wanted to
or not. I wanted to take her and drive her wild, exhaust her with pure
animal fucking.

	But I couldn't do it standing up. No matter how it looks in
the movies, I knew I couldn't keep my knees locked when the moment of
truth came. I'd fall on my ass once I shot my load.

	So I turned Rachel around, kissing her while I pulled her legs
up and around the small of my back. She was so light, and she knew
right away what I wanted and jumped up so I could grab her ass. Almost
ripping each others faces off with our lips and tongues, I carried her
out of the kitchen and through the dining room into the living room,
the closest place that had a carpet. I knelt down, almost falling, and
put her on the floor. She unlocked her legs from my back and I pulled
her panties off, roughly, tossing them aside as I had my own shorts.
She quickly followed by pulling off her shirt.

	Seeing her muff exposed, I paused for a moment to stare. She
spread her legs back and grabbed my arms, which I was using to balance
myself against the floor with, trying to get me on top of her. She
almost whined when I didn't move.

	She was tight. So fucking tight. You can tell how tight a
woman is by looking at the shape of her hips and crotch, and that
determines at least half of how good she is in bed. Even with Rachel's
legs spread to either side of her there was barely any room at all
between her thighs, and again I thought, how the hell am I going to
get myself inside of her? It wasn't the length of my cock that was
the problem, that's not so much longer than the average guy. But I was
quite a bit thicker than most men, and the gorgeous young girl in
front of me was tighter than any woman I'd ever fucked before. It
looked like my cock was much thicker than her pussy was wide.

	Now you're probably thinking so what? Do her anyway! But
that's not how I'm built. The idea of forcing myself into her, ripping
her up with every stroke, was not one I especially enjoyed. Hurting
her was not in the game plan.

				Rachel
			      Part Three

	I was on the verge of abandoning the whole thing, despite the
overpowering lust and Rachel's obvious desire, when she wrapped her
legs around my back and pulled down... hard. I wasn't ready for it and
I collapsed on top of her. Before I could move she shifted her hips
and moved herself under me, putting the head of my cock right between
her cunt lips, butting up against her hole. I could feel her lips
stretching around the top of my cock, she was so very tight.

	The shock of actually having my dick so close to being inside
of her made me freeze for an instant, all thought driven out of my
mind. Even this small contact was amazingly exciting and I couldn't
think, didn't want to think, of not going ahead with it.

	"Ohhh, please! Fuck me! I want you inside of me," Rachel
breathed, pulling down my head to kiss me. Still I didn't move, torn
between not wanting to hurt her and not caring, so again she took
matters into her own hands. With her legs around my back , holding me
in place, she pushed herself onto my cock, forcefully, and the head
slipped in to her hole. She groaned loudly, and so did I.

	It was too late to stop. No chance now. She pushed against me
again, and this time I responded, feeling another inch slip into her,
and we were both panting and moaning and holding onto each other so
tightly that nearly every square inch of our bodies were pressed hard
into each other.

	The pleasure was incredible, indescribable. Never have I felt
anything so good in my entire life. No fuck has ever come close to
this one. With each thrust another inch went in, and because she was
so tight my cock was completely enveloped by her hot, silky cunt. She
was grunting with each stroke, panting `yes, yes' between the animal
noises of pleasure being ripped from her throat. Her soft, passionate
cries, the high voice of a girl not yet entirely deepened to that of a
woman, only made me crazier , and I thrust again and again until I was
at last all the way inside of her.

	With no thought anymore of holding back, I started to fuck her
slowly, pulling out about half way before thrusting myself all the way
back in. Rachel's entire body was rigid, glued to my own, and she was
fucking me back, pumping her hips in time with me. Her face was red
with lust, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth held open by the need to
cry out her passion. I could feel her taught thighs clenched tightly
against my hips, her ankles crossing at the small of my back, her
fingers digging hard into my shoulders, the shudders of pleasure
rippling through the tense muscles of her abdomen. My dick was crying
out with the need to come, but I held back, wanting this moment to go
on and on and on, wanting to fuck her sweet young body forever.

	And so I fucked her and I fucked her, and soon we were moving
faster, and oh god the muscles of her cunt were getting even tighter,
and I could feel her pussy lips stretching every time I pulled out
partway. Her cries were getting louder now, and I dimly realized that
mine were as well, and some vague portion of my brain was trying to
tell me that if we got any louder than that my wife would hear it even
halfway across the house in a bedroom with a closed door. And I didn't
give a shit.

	I was fucking my seventeen-year-old daughter and I was loving
it more than anything else I'd ever done. Nothing in the world could
be better than this.

	We were grunting and groaning and slamming against each other
pretty hard and I knew that soon I'd come whether I wanted to or it,
and soon she would as well, when the living room window shuddered. We
both simultaneously came to a halt, our eyes shooting to the window
and then to each other.

	For some odd reason, when the door to the master bedroom is
opened it makes the living room window shudder. Even though it's
several rooms away and none of the closer windows are affected. So
when the window rattled we both knew that the door to the master
bedroom, where my wife was sleeping, had been opened. That meant that
my wife was up and had left the bedroom and was even now walking down
the first hall to the junction of the second.

				Rachel
			      Part Four

	It was already too late to move. Even if we both got untangled
as fast as we could, Rachel wouldn't have enough time to get her
panties back on before her mother came walking down the second hallway
and into the dining room, which was next to the living-room and had a
full view of it. There wasn't any chance in hell that I could get into
the kitchen and pull my shorts back on, much less get rid of the most
rigid hard-on I'd ever had in my life. I'd have to cross through the
dining room, putting me and my swinging dick in full view of anyone
walking down the second hall.

	Rachel and I both knew this, and we both knew that we were in
deep shit. So we froze right there on the living room floor, my cock
buried to the hilt in her, not knowing what to do. Any moment my wife
would walk in and see her husband caught in the act of screwing her
seventeen-year-old daughter which, seeing as how her daughter's legs
were wrapped around her husband as closely as she could get, was
something the daughter was obviously enjoying quite a bit.

	We both stared at each other, holding our breath, not moving
as my wife's footsteps came down the hall. Since we were lying on the
floor one of the couches blocked my wife from seeing us until she left
the hall and stepped into the dining room. So we had several seconds
of heart-stopping fear to experience before the gods smiled upon us.

	Instead of walking into the dining room and ending our lives,
my wife turned from the hallway into the bathroom and closed the door.
Which I should have realized she'd do, since she had, more and more,
become a creature of habit. And with a sigh of relief I knew what
would come next. We weren't going to get caught.

	Rachel immediately tried to move, a difficult thing since I
was effectively pinning her to the floor.

	"Hurry, before she sees us!" she said, unlocking her legs and
pushing against my chest. I held on to her firmly, pulled my cock
halfway out, and thrust slowly back into her.

	"Ohhhhhh god!" she moaned softly, trying to keep quiet. My
wife started peeing in the background. "What are you doing, Daddy?!
Get off before she comes out!"

	"Shhhh," I whispered, thrusting into her again. Convulsively
she groaned and her legs came back up around my back. "She'll take a
shower after she's done. Don't worry."

	"Daddy, stop!... uhhhhh!" she said, again trying to push me
off. Her body must've been giving her mixed signals, because her legs
were still around me and her crotch thrust up against my cock.
"Please... oh christ!... stop!"

	"Not a chance," I whispered, grunting as I sank my cock all
the way into her tight wet cunt to the balls. "You don't want me to."
I pulled out and thrust into her again and she hunched her cunt up at
me. "Don't worry, baby."

	Despite the fact that she was fucking me back as hard as I was
fucking her, she was still trying to push me away. So I took her hands
and forced them down to the floor over head and held them there. And I
started to fuck her faster, listening with rapture as her breath
speeded up again, tearing from her throat in half-cries as she
desperately tried to keep quiet.

	My wife stopped peeing. The toilet flushed. We stopped fucking
again and I said "listen."

	There was a moment when we couldn't hear anything over the
flushing toilet, then the noise of the shower being turned on, water
splashing noisily around the bathtub. We heard the shower door
opening, a pause, then it closed again.

	I looked into Rachel's eyes, letting her hands go. "What did I
tell you?"

	She didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at me
breathing hard, then she smiled and replied "You're crazy, Daddy, did
you know that?! We could've been caught!"

	"Yeah, and that makes it all the more exciting," I said.
"Still want me to stop, sweetheart?"

	She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down and kissed me.
"Shut-up and fuck me, Daddy!" she grinned.

			       The End