Beverly's mother was waiting for her when she got home.
"Where have you been?" she asked. "Out with some boy?"
"I'm tired," Beverly said. "I'm going to my room."
"Of course, you're tired," Beverly's mother said. "Out fucking with every boy in sight. I heard about it. You and that vulgar Brown boy. How could you?"
Beverly went upstairs, paying no heed to her mother's angry voice. Beverly's sister was sitting on her bed.
Connie Parham was the image of Beverly in the face but there the resemblance ended. Connie was a heftier girl, a little heavier than Beverly and she had dirty-brown hair.
"You've been busy," Connie said.
"What business is it of yours?"
"I don't know," Connie shrugged. "I just thought you might need someone to talk to."
Suddenly Beverly felt the tears rushing to her eyes. She had never been really close to Connie. They had always competed in everything they did, but now she did need someone to talk to and Connie was there.
"Oh, Connie!" Beverly moaned. "I'm so unhappy."
Connie smiled and spread her arms and Beverly fell into them. She sobbed for a long time against Connie's shoulders.
"It's all right," Connie said. "It's all right, little sister. Just cry it out."
Beverly sobbed until her tears were gone, and Connie gave her some tissues to wipe her eyes.
"Now tell me about it," Connie said.
"Oh, Connie," Beverly moaned. "I'm so ashamed."
"Ashamed of what?"
"Of myself."
"Why? What did you do?"
"I'm…" Beverly dabbed at her eyes… "I'm not a virgin any longer."
"Oh," Connie said. "Is that all?"
Beverly looked with shock at her older sister. Connie brushed back her hair from her forehead.
"Don't you worry about that," Connie said. "Virginity is not all that big a deal. Your problem is that you lost it to the wrong guy and he spread it all over. Now, you're a bad girl and I'm afraid there's not much you can do about it."
"Nothing?" Beverly said.
Connie drew Beverly back into her arms.
"I'm afraid not, poor Sissy," Connie said. "You're just going to have to jive with it until you graduate. Now, tell me something else."
"Anything," Beverly said. "How was it?"
"How was what?"
Connie laughed. "The sex, silly. How was the sex?"
"It was pretty nice," Beverly admitted.
"Good. I wouldn't want my little sister to be turned against it. I like it."
Beverly looked at her sister with a curious expression. "You're not a virgin?"
"Of course not. I'm in college, remember?"
"And you like it?" Beverly asked.
Connie closed her legs together and gave a warm sigh. "Sissy, when a boy sticks his cock into me I get tingly all over. And when a boy eats my pussy…"
"Eats your pussy!" Beverly said, shocked.
"Of course," Connie smiled. "Maybe I'll set you up with a few of my college friends. They like young stuff and there's a boy with a tongue like a cock. You'd love it."
Despite herself, Beverly was pawing a little excited. She wanted her older sister to tell her about the boys in college, but she heard the sound of her father's car pulling into the driveway.
"Oh hell," Connie said. "Well, get yourself prepared. Your mother is going to send him up here and he's going to raise holy belt with you for a little while, just to make her happy."
"I wander why he lets her run over him," Beverly said.
"Hell," Connie answered, "how does any woman run over her husband? She threatens to close her legs if he doesn't do what she wants. I'm getting out of here. I don't want to hear the lecture."
Connie left her.
Beverly went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She picked out shorts and a halter to wear. She had just finished dressing when she heard her father coming up. She quickly opened a bock and pretended to be deep in study.
"Honey?" He knocked at her door. His voice was distant, polite.
"Come in."
Her father came inside and closed the door behind him. She had always thought her father a handsome man. He had blonde hair and deep blue eyes.
"Honey," her father said. "Your mother has been telling me some disturbing things."
"Like what?" Beverly asked bitterly.
"Uh… that you've been getting involved with the wrong sort of people?"
Beverly looked into her father's blue eyes and decided that she wasn't going to lie to him. Her father had enough problems with her mother without his daughter giving him any more problems.
"Is that true?" her father asked.
"Yes," Beverly said. "I've gone with a boy who's considered bad around school."
"And did anything happen?"
"He got into my panties." Beverly replied.
"Oh no!" her father said. He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his face in his hands. "My girl. My poor baby girl."
Beverly touched his shoulder. "I'm not a baby any more, Papa I knew what I was doing!"
"Beverly," he said. "You're only fifteen!"
"I'm old enough to know bow and that's all that counts."
Beverly found her father looking at her in a different way. His eyes rested on the deep cut of her halter where her titties were trying to burst out of the halter.
"Baby…"
His breath was becoming shorter, and Beverly realized that he was looking at her in a sexy way. She had already been feeling excited from Connie's conversation and now she looked with hunger at her father's crotch.
"Lock the door," she said.
"But Sissy… this is wrong."
"Lock the door," Beverly said. "Quickly."
Her father looked like a broken man. He got up and walked to the door. At first Beverly thought he was going to walk out, but then he locked it.
"God…" he said.
He turned around and looked at his daughter. He had never looked at her with longing before. In fact, he had never known any other woman but his wife. And his wife only let him have pussy if he was being exceptionally good.
"Come here," Beverly said.
He walked to his daughter's side. He bent his head and his daughter kissed him full on the lips. Her lips were soft, gentle and hungry. He pulled back and his face blushed red.
"My God!" he said. "What am I thinking? You're my daughter, Sissy. We can't let this happen!"
"Be quiet," Beverly said, "and make love to me. Please love me."
Beverly embraced her father. She felt him hesitate and then his strong arms went around her. He dropped down beside her on the bed and began kissing her furiously. His tongue forced her teeth apart and drove deep into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed furiously against his.
She felt him becoming excited. Now she wouldn't have been able to stop him even if she'd wanted to. He was consumed with lust for his daughter and Beverly surrendered herself to him.
His hands fumbled nervously with her halter and then he had it undone.
He jerked the halter away and gazed at her beautiful tits.
"Lovely," he murmured. "You're lovely, Sissy."
He sucked in one of her rosy red nipples. He sucked it until she was hard and she was longing for him. Her body began to ache with need.
"Ummmmmm!" she moaned. "That feels good. Your mouth feels so good."
She reached between them and gasped his already-hard cock. She found his zipper and tugged it down. Her hand slipped inside his trousers and released his throbbing prick. She caught the loose flesh between her fingers and started rubbing it up and down.
"God, Sissy!" he moaned. "Oh God, you're killing me!"
She smiled as she massaged his cock. She had never felt so excited. He had a strong, beautiful cock and she could hardly wait until it was deep inside her cunt.
"Take off my shorts," she said. "Take them off!"
His strong hands went underneath her shorts and tugged them down. He grasped her ass and squeezed her.
"You feel so good, Sissy."
She pushed him back. She slipped out of her clothes and watched as he tore his clothes off. He came out of his clothes a skinny man with very little hair, but his cock was big and blood-filled.
"Let me taste it," she said. "Let me put your cock in my mouth and suck it."
He shook his head, but she tasted his cock anyway. She drew his hard prick into her mouth and began to suck on him. She could tell that he was already close to a climax by the way his prick kept jumping in her mouth. He kept trying to push her away.
"No!" she said as her mouth left his prick. "Let me suck you."
"But I'm going to come…"
Beverly smiled. She hadn't wanted the taste of Tommy's cum in her mouth, but she was willing to taste her father's. In fact, she wanted to taste her father's cum. She wanted to take his seed and swallow it down.
"That's all right," Beverly said. "I want to take it in my mouth. I want to swallow it."
She saw by the look on his face that he had never had a real blow-job before. Probably sex with Mother was something cold and simple. Beverly wanted to make him feel better than he ever had.
Once more she sucked his cock. This time she deep-throated him, just the way they talked about in dirty whispers at school, and she began to fondle his balls. He groaned as her tongue found his tiny piss-hole and then she drew his cock deep into her mouth again.
He grasped her head and began to fuck her mouth. He was groaning, and Beverly hoped no one was listening outside the door or they'd know what was going on.
"Ohhhhh!" he moaned. "I'm going to come! Oh shit, I'm going to come! Oh fuckkkkkkk!"
She opened her mouth wide and received his thick cum into her throat. He was juicy and salty, and his cum kept pouring so fast into her she couldn't breathe. She remembered to swallow, and she started swallowing quickly. His white seed went down her throat in buckets.
"Ummmmm!" her father said.
He fell away from her. Beverly licked at her sperm-covered lips and smiled at her father. "That was good."
"Oh, Sissy," her father groaned. "What have I done? What have I done?"
She touched his shoulder. "It's all right, Papa," she said. "It's all right."
She realized he was crying. She had never seen a man cry before. She brushed his tears away.
"Don't cry, Papa," she said. "Don't cry."
"But you're my daughter," he said. "And I've acted like a damned beast."
Beverly moved closer to him, and her hand found his now limp prick. She began to massage his cock gently.
"No," he said. "No, not again."
"I love you," Beverly said. "That makes this all right. That makes everything all right."
Again she bent over and kissed his cock. She was right in her thinking that he hadn't been getting enough from her mother. His prick came up hard.
"Poor, baby," she said. "Let Sissy take care of it. Let Sissy make you feel good."
Her father had lost all of his will to resist. He lay on his back and Beverly straddled him. She was doing things she'd never done before, but somehow it came natural.
She lowered her cunt over his throbbing cock. He filled her completely. He wasn't as excited as he'd been before and now Beverly knew he would last longer.
She began to rock up and down on his cock and she loved the way he groaned.
"I love it, Papa," she told him. "Your cock feels good. It feels really good."
It was his turn to take control. He pushed her off his cock and onto her back. He knelt between her legs and then drove his hard cock deep inside her pussy. She gasped at the pleasure his cock gave her.
"Shit!" she moaned. "That feels good. Oh shit! Oh shit, it feels good!"
He began to fuck her fast and furiously while his chest rubbed against her big titties. She felt his hands come up and clutch her ass and pull the cheeks apart. His finger found her anus. It slipped inside and began to go in and out in rhythm to his fuck-strokes.
"Oh God!" she said. "I never felt that before. Oh God, that does feel good."
"Oh, Sissy!" he moaned. "I'm going to come. I can feel myself coming. Oh, SWEET SISSY!"
"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Squirt inside me! I can feel you squirting. Oh, I'm coming too. Oh heavens. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuckkk!"
She had a good climax and she flooded his slippery cock with her cunt juices. It had been better than with Wayne or with Tommy. She considered her father a magnificent cocksman.
"Oh, Papa," she moaned.
He climbed off her as soon as they heard her mother knock on the door.
"What's going on in there? What are you two doing? You open the door this minute!"
They had to dress quickly and both looked tired and flushed. Her father opened the door and her mother came storming in.
"I hope you've done more than talk to her," her mother said fiercely.
"I have," her father said truthfully, and Beverly almost giggled.
Beverly's mother gave her a stem look. "Now we'll have supper," Beverly's father said. There was stem tone to his voice that Beverly had never noticed before. Beverly's mother heard it also. She looked at her husband and was about to say something.
"Supper," he demanded.
"Y-Yes, dear," Beverly's mother said. Beverly had the sudden feeling that her mother was going to get a little prick that evening.