3 comments/ 247408 views/ 10 favorites Geena By: Tall_cool_one Geena is a tease. She was a tease when she was a little girl. She teased the boys at school. She teases Mr. Pearson, who lives in the house next door. She teases her boss, sometimes. She used to tease her mother before she divorced her daddy and moved out west. Geena teased her brother until he almost hurt her once, but she loved him more afterwards than before he made her stop teasing him. Most of all Geena loves teasing her handsome father. He was almost fifty now, and she had just turned twenty-four. Geena agreed to live at home after college because her dad traveled extensively for his business and was concerned about the house with only her younger brother there. She teased him about it, but he loved her and put up with her games. What Dan Coleman didn't understand about Geena was that she wasn't teasing when she told him how handsome she thought he was and how stupid her mother had been for leaving him. Geena was very serious about her father, and she craved his affections. Geena melted inside every time he kissed her on the cheek, or patted her on the back, or held her hand for a brief moment. All Geena ever wanted to do was please her father. Geena could not understand why her daddy made her feel all tingly inside and squishy between her legs, but he did. Every time she spent time with him, her pussy would respond by soaking her sexy panties. She would lie in bed afterwards, masturbating frantically, remembering every word he had said. Geena had been dating since she was fourteen, and had been sexually active since her eighteenth birthday. She didn't consider herself a slut, exactly, but she knew how easy it was to get into her panties. Geena had fucked most of the boys or man she had dated, but she was never satisfied. The hunger within was powerful and she ached for the release she felt when she had a strong orgasm. She had decided that's why she was such a tease; she wanted attention, sexual attention. But all the attention she received only left her with the craving for more. Geena's brother, Hal, had almost put the fire out in Geena. She had been flaunting herself around Hal for many months. She would wear short skirts and skimpy blouses or just a bra and panties when they were alone in the house together. One Saturday, Geena went to the kitchen early in the morning to get a glass of ice water. All she was wearing was a transparent baby doll nightie. Hal was sitting at the table drinking coffee, and reading the paper. Hal didn't pay her any attention, at first, so Geena made a special effort to make sure he saw her. She slowly bent over at the waist, looking into the lower shelves of refrigerator, displaying her tantalizing rump. Her thick vaginal lips peeked through the burnt copper pubic hair, covering her mound and creeping back between her legs. Hal stared at her and made a decision to either put an end to her teasing or find out just what her game was. Hal's cock was a thick seven-inch model, heavily veined and hard as blue steel as he rose from the table. He stepped over to his sister and pulled her up and spun her around against the cabinet next to the refrigerator. His hands found her soft tits as he covered her mouth with his. Geena pushed against him but Hal had other ideas. In one quick motion, he skinned the sheer nightie from her body, leaving her standing naked before him. Geena was shivering. She was suddenly afraid of Hal, but she could feel her pussy getting hot. She looked down between their bodies and saw his rigid manhood pointing straight at her belly button. Hal leaned forward pressing the purple head of his erection against her and leaned away. A thin shiny thread of pre-cum joined the spot he had touched and the slit on his cock head. Geena shivered again, but remained motionless. Hal pulled her around and pressed her face down on the kitchen table. Stepping up behind Geena, holding his rampant member firmly in his hand, he advanced until she felt him part her wet folds. He leaned into her, pushing himself deep into her. Geena had never had a naked cock in her pussy before. The heat emanating from Hal's flesh scalded her insides. She had always been insistent that her partners use a condom, even though she had been on birth control pills since she turned sixteen. Hal's cock started to saw in and out of her hot hole. Geena's pussy began generating copious amounts of lubrication, soaking Hal's thick cock. As he slammed into her wet folds, Hal scolded his sister for teasing him for so many years. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you little cunt," He raged, "Why didn't you just ask me?" "I didn't want you to fuck me," Geena grunted, as Hal pounded into her. "I was just teasing you." "Well, tease this," he said, thrusting his stiff meat savagely against her cervix. "Hal," she screamed, "you're tearing me apart." "When I get done with you," he wheezed, "you'll know better than to ever tease me again." Hal continued his onslaught into her, making sure his slut sister would remember this day. And remember she would, because Geena started to have one hard orgasm after the other. She had never been so thoroughly consumed with passion before. "Oh, fuck yes, Hal," she wailed, "show me how bad I am!" Hal couldn't believe his ears. His sister was enjoying what he was doing to her. But he would show her. Hal pulled his cock out of her oozing cunt and raised it up a couple of inches and leaned forward, impaling her virgin ass hole. Geena's scream could be heard out in the yard. Hal's cock screwed deep into her tight dry sphincter. Geena had never experienced anal penetration. And she wasn't sure she ever wanted to again at that moment. But Hal, incensed with teaching his sister a lesson, lunged into her with a fury. As he persisted in his assault, Geena relaxed and took more and more of Hal's cock into her bowels, until he was easily humping into her. And Geena continued to orgasm. Geena's pussy was flowing as Hal fucked deep into her ass. Strong climaxes crashed through her body. Her skin burned from being rubbed against the tabletop, and her legs ached from the pummeling they were receiving from the edge of the table. Geena's ecstatic moans of pleasure drifted out the open window to be heard by Mrs. Pearson, next door. She was sure Geena was being killed by a burglar, so she scurried into her house to find Mr. Pearson to investigate the cause for all the commotion coming from the Coleman's kitchen. Hal felt his balls tightening, signaling his eruption was near. He jerked his cock from Geena's clenching ass hole, grabbed a handful of Geena's copper colored hair, pulled her from the table and unceremoniously deposited her flat ass on the floor. He pulled her face up, by the hair and pumped his turgid cock with his other hand, splattering her face with thick ropes of creamy white sperm. Then he shoved her down on the floor. Standing over her crumpled form, Hal sneered through clenched teeth, "Maybe that will teach you not to tease me." Then he was gone, leaving Geena sprawled on the floor, her face painted with her brother's milky semen. She wiped the thick cream from her eyes with her fingers, and stuck them in her mouth to savor his pungent flavor. She repeated it again and again until she had most of it off her face. Suddenly the back door burst open and Mr. Pearson rushed into the kitchen. Seeing Geena crumpled on the floor, he rushed to her side and raised her up in his arms, cradling her head. "What happened here?" he asked with great concern. A puddle of Hal's cum had leaked from her ravaged anal cavity and pooled under her on the floor. Mr. Pearson took the scene in and his cock stirred in his pants. "I'm all right, Mr. Pearson," Geena whispered. "I slipped on the linoleum and fell." He assessed the situation to be much more complicated, due to her nakedness and the deepening color of the bruises on her thighs. Helping her to her feet, his foot nearly went out from under him as he stepped on the sexual fluids on the floor. "Really, I'm going to be fine," Geena said, softly. Glen Pearson had a huge erection tenting in his tennis shorts. Geena made a mental note of the extreme size of the bulge. She stretched up on tiptoes, flattening her soft boobs against his arm and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for coming to the rescue, Mr. Pearson," Geena said. "Put some clothes on, Geena," he said, and closed the door as he left. 'What a love muscle!' Geena thought to herself, as her neighbor crossed the yard and went through the gate. Geena's body ached. Her elbows and chin were skinned from the ceramic top on the table, and the bruises on her legs were very tender to the touch. Her ass hole was aflame. She stood with the shower spray flowing over her until the hot water gave out. She dried and went into her room, closing the door. It was only nine thirty in the morning. She had just been brutally raped by her brother, but she was still horny. She recalled the repeated orgasms she had experience as Hal had pounded his cock into her virgin ass hole. God, how it hurt when he first pushed his prick up her butt. But then, it felt heavenly. If only he hadn't been so rough. Geena slept until after two in the afternoon and then she got up and put on a pair of jeans, to cover her bruised legs, and went back to the kitchen. She made her self some lunch and looked out the window into the Pearson's yard. Joan and Glen Pearson were lounging by the pool. It was a warm spring day and one of the first sunny days worthy of sitting outside in swimwear. Geena went outside and across the yard to the gate between the yards. She pushed the gate open and walked over to sit next to Glen. He was around fifty and quite well preserved. Joan was four years younger, short and soft. Not really overweight, just well padded. She had a large bosom, which filled her bikini top to overflowing. She had ample hips and shapely legs. Glen fidgeted as Geena thanked him and Joan for coming over when they heard her scream. Glen was obviously uncomfortable, recalling Geena's nudity. Joan asked Geena if she wanted some tea and excused herself to go and brew some for all of them. "Do you want to explain what really happened this morning, Geena?" Glen asked. "I'd really rather not," she said. "I'd have to tell on somebody and I'd rather not do that." "If you mean Hal," Glen said. "I saw him crouching over you and heard what he said about teasing him. Did he hurt you bad?" "Nothing that won't go away in a few days," Geena answered, sheepishly. "Has he ever done anything like that to you before?" he asked. "No. I'm no virgin, but he was so mean," she answered. "I guess he's right, though. I have been kind of hard on him. I always tease him. I guess I tease every body." "Yes, you do," he said. "I've been watching you grow up for years. And now look at you, all curvy and pretty. I'll bet the boys have your dance card all filled up." "I haven't found anyone I really get off with yet," she confided. "I just don't ever seem to feel connect." "It'll happen, don't give up," Glen said. Geena let her eyes drift down to his lap, where his semi-hard cock twitched as it grew down his leg. "Mr. Pearson," Geena asked, "Do you and Mrs. Pearson still have good sex?" "We have great sex, Honey," Joan Pearson interjected, as she returned with a tray of iced tea. "This old man has still got a lot of fire in him. He told what he saw this morning. I think Hal should be horse whipped for hurting you." "He didn't really hurt me," Geena said. "He was just a little rougher than I like it." "Sex should be exciting, not painful," Joan said. Glen's erection had extended down his leg and a long thick bulge was very evident in his trunks. "You certainly seem to have an effect on men," Joan said, smiling at her husband's state of arousal. Glen groaned and shifted on his lounger. Geena turned crimson. "Maybe I should leave so you two can be alone?" Geena asked. "He's all right," Joan said. "He's still cranked up after watching you and Hal in the kitchen this morning." "I am not," Glen fussed. "Honey, you've had half a hard on ever since you saw Hal shoot his cum in Geena's face," Joan said. "And you'll have it until somebody takes pity on you and helps you with it." "Jesus," Glen exclaimed. "Why do you have to be so blunt in front of the neighbors?" "Because you watched her getting fucked this morning and all you can think about is her naked body," Joan snapped. "Right or wrong, Big Guy?" "Maybe I'd better go?" Geena asked. "Glen, go and get us some more tea," Joan said, and cocked her head toward the house for Glen to vanish for a while. After Glen had disappeared through the door, Joan moved over to the lounger where he had been sitting. "Do you find Glen attractive?" Joan asked. "Sure," Geena answered. "He's a hunk." "If I wasn't here would you make love with him?" Joan asked. "He's married," Geena said. "That wasn't the question," Joan said. "Not today, I'm still wiped out from this morning," Geena stated. "But yes, probably." "Have you ever had sex with a woman?" Joan asked. "Sort of," Geena answered. "In college. We kissed and rubbed each other. Nothing serious." "How about two men at once?" "No." "Man and a woman at the same time?" Joan asked. "Well, this guy fucked my girlfriend and me in the same room one time, but not at the same time," Geena said. "Do you enjoy oral sex?" Joan was getting aroused as she questioned the lissome girl about her sex life. "I guess so," Geena said. "I've never had any complaints." "Well, Glen loves to have his weenie sucked," Joan stated. "So if you want a thrill, get him to reel out his big pecker and let you suck it for him. In fact, here he comes now, lets give him a blow job together." "God, Joan. You're serious," Geena breathed. "Sure, he's more than any one woman can handle," Joan said, reaching behind her back to untie her bikini top. Joan's tits stood out on her chest like ripe melons. Geena's pussy was wet from all the sexy talk but she felt it trickle as she watched Glen approach with a full hard on down the leg of his trunks. Joan reached up under his trunks when he came close to her, causing him to nearly dump the tray he was carrying. "Wha'?" he stammered as he sat the tray on the low table. Joan tugged at his trunks. "Shuck 'em, Boy," Joan said. "Geena wants to see that big dog in your britches." Glen wasted no time in freeing his surging member for the two women to see. His ten-inch pole stood nearly straight out from his abdomen. It was thick and smooth with a perfectly circumcised head. A large droplet of clear pre-cum drooled from his slit. Geena peeled her t-shirt over her head and stood, pushing her jeans down, exposing the cruel bruises on her legs. "Table was a little tough on me," she stated, stepping out of her jeans. Joan removed her bikini bottoms. Reaching for Geena's hand she pulled her over to where Glen stood admiring her supple form. Joan sat on the lounger and took Glen's stiff prick in her hand and pumped him a time or two. Geena sat next to Joan and leaned forward, extending her tongue to lick the clear liquid off his cock. Glen moaned as Geena moved her tongue over the end of his shaft. Joan leaned in and both women laved him at the same time. Glen was stoked. Joan knew just what he liked and she began instructing Geena in the ways to satisfy your man with your mouth. Soon Geena was mimicking Joan's every move, taking Glen deep into her mouth and working his huge rod with her hand and mouth at the same time. She and Joan switched back and forth, sucking and licking Glen's cock until he blasted his load across their faces with tremendous force. As he stumbled back and flopped down on a lounge chair, Joan covered Geena's mouth with a tender kiss and started to lick Glens cum off Geena's face. Geena returned the favor and within minutes, the two women were passionately kissing and fondling each other. Geena had never been totally intimate with another woman and this experience was new territory. Joan kissed and licked her way down to Geena's soft full titties and suckled her hard nipples. When Joan's mouth found Geena's drenched pussy, Geena launched into a series of quick, intense orgasms. Joan drilled her tongue deep into Geena, releasing the girl's juices to wash over her sticky face. Geena had no idea how intense sex with a woman could be and hungered to taste Joan's sweet cunt. Geena pushed Joan away and rolled her over on her back on the pool apron and swept into the older woman's hot bush. Completely inexperienced, Geena set to work to find out what buttons to push to make Joan happy. She spread Joan's outer lips and stroked her tongue through the furry bush. Joan stiffened at first contact. Geena searched with her tongue until she felt the thick nub of Joan's clit. Joan obviously approved of what she was doing because a long low moan escaped her lips as Geena continued to lash her stiff clitoris. Suddenly, Joan tightened her thighs around Geena's head. Joan bucked against her face, releasing her own flow of thin lubricant onto Geena's probing tongue. Then she laid very still, breathing through her mouth for a couple of long minutes. Geena pushed herself up and found her jeans. Fishing a cigarette from the pack in her pocket, she reached for Glens lighter. Glen beat her to it and stood to light her smoke. After taking a deep drag, Geena looked up at Glen. "Today has been a crazy day," she said, reaching her hand out to softly run a finger up and down his thick cock. "I think some day, when I'm in a little better shape, I'd like to feel that big sausage sliding into my cunt." "I think he'd probably like the same thing," Joan said, as she sat up and took the cigarette from Geena's fingers and took a deep drag. They all laughed together. -------- Dan Coleman watched out the kitchen window as his daughter and his neighbor's wife sucked Glen Parson's dick and then ate each other out. Now they were taking turns smoking a cigarette. He could almost smell the sex there in his own kitchen. Lord, how beautiful his daughter was. But where had she gotten those ugly bruises on her legs. He watched as she pulled her jeans and t-shirt on and started through the gate into their yard. Dan quickly ducked out of the kitchen before his daughter could see the state of his burgeoning erection. Geena wandered into the house. She found her dad in the den, scrunched up to his computer desk. "Hi, Daddy," Geena sang, as she danced over and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gave him little pecks across his neck and nuzzled his ear. His erection threatened to tip the desk over. "I love you, Sweetie," he said, turning his face for a peck on the cheek. To his surprise, Geena covered his mouth with hers and lingered just a few seconds longer than normal. He also could swear he felt her tongue dart across his lips. "I'm gonna catch a shower," Geena cooed in his ear. "What's for dinner?" "You want to go out?" he asked. "I think not tonight," Geena answered. "How about we order in a pizza?" "Call now and it'll be here when you're finished with your shower," Dan answered. Geena called for the pizza and went to her room to freshen up. She felt fatigued after the wild day she had. Between her brother attacking her in the kitchen and her tryst with Joan and Glen, she was bushed. The shower revived her somewhat but her legs were still tender and her butt hole still burned. She could feel the stirrings in her pussy every time she let her thoughts drift back to her daddy in the den. The kiss had been electric. Had she really licked his lips?' God, what am I thinking?' she wondered. She brushed some makeup on her legs to hide the bruises and wore a skirt long enough to reach to her knees, with a light blouse. They ate pizza and talked about silly things. Dan Coleman was troubled by the feelings he was experiencing toward his daughter. He loved her dearly but the scene he witnessed this afternoon had started a fire inside. She reminded him of her slut mother when she was much younger. Geena Becomes a Whore Geena had been out of sorts for almost a month and I knew that something was wrong, but every time I tried to talk to her she would tell me that nothing was wrong, she was just tired. Well I could understand that. Taking care of a full time job and two kids can do that to you. I'm sorry to say that I wasn't feeling all that sympathetic toward her problem. She didn't have to work and I hadn't wanted her to go to work, but she said that she needed to get out of the house during the day when the kids were in school. She got a job as a secretary at a firm not too far from the house and it seemed to keep her happy and when she was happy she kept me happy so I stopped arguing with her about it. The one thing that I didn't really like about Geena working was that one night a week she would stop after work for a drink with her coworkers. I'm not against a little social drinking, but several times Geena had come home in a condition that bordered on being drunk and I didn't like the idea of her being out there driving like that. She insisted that she was all right and promised me that she would call a cab or call me anytime she had what she considered too much. I didn't press things, which was a mistake, one of several in fact, and it was a mistake that probably ended our marriage. I came home from work one night and found Geena sitting at the kitchen table and crying. I wouldn't let her put me off and I pushed hard to find out what was wrong. In retrospect I should have left it alone. It was a classic case of what I didn't know hadn't hurt me. Geena was overcome with guilt because she had been cheating on me and once the admission had been made the story just poured out of her. It had happened the very first night that she had stopped with her co-workers for drinks after work. There were fourteen of them sitting around three tables that had been pushed together and after a couple of drinks one of the guys had talked Geena out onto the dance floor. She hadn't really felt comfortable doing it, but most of the others were out on the floor and she didn't want to be a party pooper. A couple of more drinks and she was pretty loose and she had danced with all six of the men sitting at her table. A couple more drinks and when one of the guys kissed her she didn't resist. She didn't think anything about it because it had happened at other parties that she had attended with me and no harm had come of it. Soon every one of the guys had kissed her and a couple had felt her up and all of a sudden she found herself on a back seat with her legs up on a man's shoulders. "I didn't mean to do it. Honest to God I didn't. I don't even know how it happened. One minute I was dancing with Tony and then all of a sudden he was screwing me. I don't even remember walking out to the car." Tony had fucked her three times and then they had gone back into the bar. Geena had expected the other girls in the party to sneer at her and treat her like the slut she felt like, but the other girls acted like it was normally accepted behavior. It turned out that it was, but Geena hadn't known it at the time. She left the bar confused over what had happened and fearful of what I would do when I found out. She hadn't planned on hiding it from me - she had intended to confess and ask me to forgive her, but the closer she got to home the faster her courage drained from her. By the time she reached our front door she was determined to keep me from finding out what she had done. "You might have forgiven me for being unfaithful, especially since I was drunk, but I knew that you would never forgive me for the other." "What other?" "He was black." To understand Geena's reluctance to bring up the subject of her black lover you have to know a little about me. I was born and raised in South Carolina and in the 30's, 40's and 50's South Carolina was not a hotbed of desegregation. Quite the opposite. I grew up with the attitudes of my family and friends. In short - I was pretty much a racist. I was a product of the times when there were separate drinking fountains and separate restrooms for blacks and whites and the word 'nigger' had a prominent place in my vocabulary. After leaving South Carolina and seeing some of the rest of the world there were some changes in my attitude. I served with blacks in the Army, I worked with quite a few in different jobs and in time I came to accept that ninety percent of what I was taught when I was young was bullshit. But a few things still remained and chief among them was the belief that blacks and whites should keep to their own. My wife knew this about me very well. Her fear of my reaction to being told that she had just been fucked by a nigger was well founded. My disgust at her revelation registered on my face and Geena saw it, but instead of intimidating her it seemed to make her more defiant and the rest of the story started coming out. The following week she had not stopped with the girls after work. The next day at work they asked her why and she told them that she had been so mortified by what she had done with Tony that she was having a hard time facing them at work, let alone after. The girls had laughed and then had told her that they all had made the trip out to the parking lot at one time or another. In fact two of them had been out there at the same time she was. They also told her that the other guys had been looking forward to having fun with her now that Tony had broken the ice. Geena told them that the first time was a major mistake and that she couldn't let it happen again. She was assured that she had nothing to be afraid of as the guys always accepted no as an answer. The next week Geena stopped with the group and the guys did try to hustle her, but even though she'd had several drinks and was feeling a little bit flirty she said no and they backed off and she spent the rest of the night watching the other girls make trips out to the parking lot. She wondered how they could do it. Every one of the girls was white and married and the men they were cheating on their husbands with were all black, but there didn't seem to be any guilt in evidence - it seemed to be treated as just fun - recreational sex! The next two weeks when Geena stopped with the group she was left alone. Oh, the guys danced with her, but no passes were made in her direction. She just sat, sipped her drink and watched the other girls go out to the parking lot. She told herself that the men were leaving her alone because that is what she indicated that she wanted, but deep down she felt that it was really because she wasn't as attractive as the other women, all of whom were ten to fifteen years younger than she was. That was her frame of mind the following week when she stopped. After several drinks she was determined to prove that she was every bit as attractive to men as the other girls. Several drinks and a lot of close dancing later when none of the men had made a pass at her she took matters into her own hands. In the middle of the dance floor she had taken her partner's head in her hands and kissed him. She had not intended to go any farther than that, but several drinks later she had found herself in a back seat again with her legs spread and another black man fucking her. This time though there was a difference. Her six black coworkers had decided that they wanted Geena to be a regular part of their group and they figured that the best way to do that was to give her so many orgasms that she would want to come back for more. Their solution was to gangbang her. When her first lover finished a second man took his place and when he finished another was ready. For the next two hours Geena's pussy was only empty for as long as it took for one man to get out and another to get in. By the time the bar closed that night Geena was hooked on black cock and multiple partners and massive orgasms. In the following weeks Geena became a true slut. She would stop after work, have several drinks and then spend the rest of the night on a back seat with a cock or several in her. Then came the economic downturn and Geena was given a choice of a layoff or working part time. Taking the layoff would put an end to her sex life so she took the part time offer, but didn't tell me about it. By not telling me she felt that she could still keep her night out. Her venue changed from back seats to motel rooms. She worked from eight until one and then she checked into a motel room that her six black lovers had chipped in to pay for. For the next two months instead of going to the bar and fucking from six in the evening until the bar closed she went to the motel and fucked from one in the afternoon until it was time to come home. Last week things had changed. Tony brought some friends with him and after they had fucked her some more men came by and fucked her and when they left even more came. Geena had been fucked by over thirty men that day and all of them had been either black or Mexican. When she came home that night she knew she was out of control, but it wasn't until yesterday that she realized just how far out of control she was. She and Tony had checked into the motel and when Tony had finished fucking her he had gone to the door of the unit and whistled and a steady stream of men started to come into the room. She saw them giving Tony money and then they all fucked her. For the rest of the day there was a steady stream of men between her legs. Several times she had tried to get up and leave, but there were always enough men in the room to hold her down and the men just kept coming. When they had finished with her she could hardly walk and Tony had just laughed at her when she asked for help walking to her car. She stopped at a liquor store on the way home and bought a pint of whiskey and had spilled it on her clothes so I would think she was drunk when she got home and leave her alone. This morning she had called in sick and had stayed home and cried most of the day. Then I had come home and had pretty much forced her to confess. As bad as the story was it wasn't the worst of it. She finished her story with a plea, "Please don't throw me out. Please let me stay here until I know for sure." "Know what for sure?" "Whether or not the baby is yours." She was pregnant! She was pregnant and wanted to stay with me so my insurance would foot the bill for bringing another black bastard into the world. I told her to get an abortion and get Tony to pay for it out of her "earnings". "But it might be ours." It seems that I'm the only white man she has fucked (in more ways than one) since she started her job and became a whore. On the off chance that the baby will be white I'm not tossing her ass out on the street where she belongs, but I have moved everything of hers into the spare bedroom and I have told her as far as I'm concerned our relationship is now that of a landlord and tenant. She can come and go as she pleases, but she is to stay away from me. Our two kids are not yet old enough to understand and hopefully Geena will be gone before they do get old enough. Is there any chance that Geena and I can put things back together? I don't think so. I don't believe that I could ever again bring myself to touch her since she became a whore for black cock. Geena Geena's mother was a beautiful gold digger who had made a complete fool of Dan Coleman. After twelve years of marriage, Dan discovered she had been having affairs with one after another of his friends and business associates. She had been siphoning off his savings and one day, she suddenly walked out without a word, leaving him with two children to raise and virtually broke. Dan prayed that Geena was not following in her mother's footsteps. What with the way she had wantonly participated in sex play with the neighbors, outside in plain sight, how could he think anything different of her? But, Geena had been turning his hormones topsy-turvy lately. Sitting with her after eating pizza, sipping on a cold beer and giggling over silly jokes, Dan was totally at ease with Geena. He tried not to stare at her soft breasts, but his eyes kept returning to the cleft showing above the top button of her blouse. Her skirt had ridden up on her legs and he saw the bruises showing on her thighs. "How did you bruise your legs?" Dan asked, as his fingers pushed her skirt higher on her legs. "I fell against the kitchen table," Geena replied, softly. "That must have been some fall," he stated. "Mr. Pearson helped me up. I guess he must have heard me," she said. "Geena, I don't know how to say this," Dan started. "But I saw you with the Pearson's this afternoon." Geena was horrified, at first, but it quickly passed. She looked her father directly in the eyes and saw both concern, and love. She let her eyes drift to the bulge in his lap. "I'm sorry, Daddy. But sometimes I just can't help myself," Geena whispered. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. "No! I mean, yes," Geena stammered. "I don't know." Dan sat quietly, waiting for Geena to speak. His pecker had crawled down into his pants leg and was slightly uncomfortable, but he didn't dare move. "Daddy, did you love my mother?" Geena asked. "When we were married I did," he answered. "But not after I found out that she was whoring around with all of my friends." "What if she just couldn't help herself?" she asked. "Then she should have fucked somebody other than my friends, and told me about it," he fired back. "Sometimes it's very hard to be truthful with people you love," Geena defended her mother. "But if you stop loving someone, you should tell them," he said. "True enough," she agreed. "Have you ever been in love with someone?" he asked. "Not like I'd want to give up everyone else for," she answered. "But I could. Did mother satisfy you sexually?" "Yes, until I found out about the others. Then I wanted nothing to do with her," he stated. "Didn't you ever want to have sex with anybody else when you were married?" she asked. "Not while I was married," he answered. "Tell me, Geena, how often do you have sex?" "Truthfully?" she asked, softly. "Yes," he answered. "As often as I can," she whispered. "Steady boyfriend?" Dan asked. "No," Geena whispered, again. "Who then?" he asked, not wanting to hear the answer. "Guys that ask me out," she answered. "You know." "And the Pearson's?" he questioned "Today was the first time," she said. "But I was still too sore after Hal........" "HAL?" Dan exploded. "Oh, Jesus," Geena cried. "I'm sorry daddy. I wasn't going to tell you about that. I don't want you to be mad at Hal. I was teasing him and he got mad." "Did he give you those bruises on your legs?" he raged. "Yes," Geena sobbed. "How?" Dan was really getting upset now. "The edge of the table in the kitchen," she whimpered. "Doing what?" he stormed. "He was pushing me," she wailed. "He doesn't even know that he did it." "What were you doing, wrestling?" Dan asked. "No," she sobbed. "You had better level with me, Young Lady," he fumed. "Oh, fuck, Daddy," Geena shrieked. "He was fucking me. He pushed me down over the table and he fucked me. He fucked me in the ass hole and then he blew his stuff all over my face and Mrs. Pearson heard me screaming, and Mr. Pearson came in and helped me. And I had it coming because I've been messing with Hal's head for so long. It's all my fault." "Oh, Baby," Dan soothed, collecting Geena into his arms and cuddling her head on his shoulder and let her cry herself out. Dan comforted his daughter until they both fell asleep on the sofa. -------- The spring sky had barely begun to gray on the eastern horizon, when Dan Coleman awoke. Geena was still snuggled in his embrace and breathing heavily. Dan had an urgent nature call to make and carefully untangled himself from Geena. Returning to the room, he brought a blanket from the closet to cover the sleeping form of his little girl. She had curled into a ball, facing the back of the sofa. Her skirt had pulled up over her buns exposing a puffy red strip of satin panty stretched tightly over her pubic mound and wedged into the crack between her soft round cheeks. The fabric covering her pussy was stained dark from her secretions during their conversation the night before. Dan stood staring at the juncture of her legs, his prick stiffening from the lustful thoughts he was having about Geena. After what seemed like an eternity, Dan covered her and went quietly into his bedroom and crawled onto his bed. He forced the vision of Geena out of his head as he fought to go back to sleep. It was after nine in the morning when Dan felt the movement on his bed and opened his eyes. Geena was sitting, cross-legged on the bed watching him sleep. She had apparently taken a shower, because her hair was wrapped in a big towel. She had a long t-shirt covering her supple body. She smiled when he opened his eyes and saw her. "Hi, Pumpkin," he yawned. "Thank you, Daddy," Geena said. "You're welcome," he said. "For what?" "For loving me even if I am a slut," she whispered. "How do you know when the right person comes along?" "You'll know. Your heart will tell you," Dan answered. "I wish my heart would hurry up," Geena sighed. "Can I ask you a question without your getting upset?" "Sure," he said. "Do you think it's so awfully wrong that I had sex with Hal, or the Pearson's?" she asked. "First of all," he began. "Did you enjoy it with the Pearson's? And did you enjoy it with Hal?" "You saw everything I did with the Pearson's," she answered. "I enjoyed that, but I only got off when she ate me out. I loved helping Joan suck Glen off. It made me so hot. With Hal, it was different. At first I was afraid of him. Then I started cumming like crazy. Even when he fucked my butt, I was getting off. But when it was over, it was just like all the other times, just fucking around. It was intense but I didn't feel it inside." "C'mere, Pumpkin," Dan said. Geena snuggled up close to him, laying her face on the pillow right in front of his. Dan's eyes were soft and clear. Geena's eyes smoldered. Dan traced his finger down her cheek and across her lips. Geena's lips parted and she flicked at his finger with her tongue. He retraced the line across her lips and she drew his finger into her mouth and sucked gently on it. Geena's heart began to pound. Dan suddenly found himself in a situation he didn't know how to handle. His insides started to churn and he felt the stirrings in his loins. He felt a great desire for his daughter's affections but in his head he was about to panic. Geena released his finger and closed the inches between their faces and brushed her lips against his. Barely touching, the sparks of passion ignited in both of them. "Make love to me, Daddy," Geena whispered. Dan pushed himself up on one arm and rolled Geena onto her back. With his free hand, he reached for the hem of her t-shirt. Geena helped him to pull it over her head. He pulled the covers back from between them and Geena got her first glimpse of her father's naked body. He leaned over her and their lips met again. The kiss was one between two lovers, not that of a father and his daughter. The kiss became heated. Dan's hand cupped her soft breast, kneading her flesh. Geena moved close to him, capturing his leg between her own and humping her damp bush on his thigh. His erect cock was plastered flat against her belly. She rubbed herself against him. Geena broke the kiss and pushed him back on the bed. She extracted herself and kneeled beside him, lowering her face to within inches of his stiff cock. She pulled gently on him with her hands, stroking him to even greater hardness. Then, she took his length into her mouth and hungrily consumed him. Slowly she played her tongue up and down his shaft, gently dragging her long crimson nails along the same track as her lips. Dan was in the throws of mental collapse when she lifted her mouth from him and licked down below his cock over his balls and touched his tight rosebud. Geena followed her lips with her fingers and tongue, driving her father to distraction. Suddenly she was gone. Opening his eyes, Dan saw Geena step across his belly and bend her knees as she lowered her dripping pussy slowly down on his erect cock. She just sat all the way down to the bottom and stayed there, looking into his steel gray eyes. She felt him pulse inside of her. His cock pressed against the most sensitive spot in her entire body. He pulsed again, making her move up and then back down. She felt him touch the spot again. Geena was electrified. Again she rose and fell on him. Then, again. Each time she felt his cock rub over her clit and each time he hit that exquisite place inside of her with his cock head. Dan's hands had found her soft tits and he squeezed them firmly and excited her nipples with her thumbs. Geena's hands rested on his chest. Her pussy burned with desire for her father. Again, she rose up and settled back down. The sensations built within her young body. The repetitions increased in frequency until she was lunging rapidly up and down. Dan met her movements with forceful thrusts of his own, hammering into her each time she descended. His end was near. His balls ached for release. Geena's movements indicated that she too was reaching the point of no return. When Dan could no longer sustain himself, he unleashed a torrential blast of hot jizz deep in her sucking womb. Geena careened over the edge of the world at the same instant, crushing herself down on her father's torso and writhing to engulf him even further. Dan fired round after round inside his flailing daughter, filling her to capacity and then overflowing her until he was bathed in their mixed discharges. Geena could feel the hot cum fill her and begin to leak out. She squeezed her cunt as tightly as she could, trying to keep every drop of her father's hot juice inside her deliciously warm pussy. Something happened inside of Geena. She felt differently, suddenly. Her heart was beating like it never had before. She laid her body flat on her daddy's chest and hugged him tightly. "I love you, Daddy," Geena whispered. "I love you too, Geena," Dan returned. "No, Daddy. I mean I love you!" Geena insisted. "I know, Baby," he reassured her. Hal stood just outside the bedroom door, slowly stroking his gnarly cock, smiling to himself.