KERI’S FAMILY BY ALLISON HEATHER
KERI’S FAMILY
BY
ALLISON HEATHER
KERI’S FAMILY
ALLISON HEATHER
Copyright 2011 by ALLISON HEATHER
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Dedication and Warning
This book like my other books written and to be written are a silent homage to all those who have dared and would dare break taboos. I am struggling to.. probably one day I would accomplish and join the ranks of brave and wonderful. Until then, for me pen [keyboard] and imagination are two very strong tools.
The book contains strong adult theme and should be read by those who are open-minded and like challenging imaginations. Best Wishes and thanks for picking up [rather downloading] this book.
Happy Reading.
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KERI'S FAMILY
CHAPTER ONE
Keri Simpson was mad, hurt, and felt betrayed by her father, whom she adored. He
had told her earlier in the day that he was planning on getting married again, to
Susan Adams, the woman he had been dating for the past four months. It wasn't
that Keri didn't like Susan, she did, but she just never considered her as a
mother, or as someone who would take her own place in the life of her father.
Since the death of her mother six years ago, twenty-year-old Keri had taken over
all the household chores that had once been her mother's, trying to take care of
her father as best as she could. They had managed fine so far, so she just
couldn't understand why he felt he needed to add another woman to their lives at
this point. And not just another woman. Susan had two sons, Mark and Steve, who
were nineteen and twenty, respectively, and who would also be moving in with
them.
She had met the two brothers, and while she admitted they were both very
handsome, she didn't like the way they looked at her with leering eyes every
chance they got. She felt as if they were undressing her with their eyes the way
they looked at her.
She was still a virgin, although she knew there were a lot of guys who would love
to remedy that particular situation for her, but she just wasn't interested in
them. She knew she was considered beautiful, at five-feet-tall, a hundred and
five pounds, with her large firm tits that didn't need a bra, her wisp of a waist
and her beautifully rounded ass, all topped off with her waist-length platinum
blonde hair and incredibly green eyes. But the boys in the junior college she
attended were just that: boys. To her, none of them could match the maturity,
masculinity and sexuality of her forty-year old father, whom she was really in
love with.
She knew it was wrong to feel towards her father the way she did, to think about
crawling into his bed, his arms, and feeling his hard muscular body against her
own as she opened her legs to receive him, giving him all the pleasure a woman
could give to a man. It was a fantasy she lived with night after night, often
using her fingers to bring herself off, because she was afraid to let him, or
anyone for that matter, know about her true feelings for him.
Dave Simpson, her father, was the most handsome man she knew. He stood well over six feet tall, with wide, strong shoulders that tapered down to a trim waist. His
arms were equally thick and powerful, and he carried an enormous bulge between
them that protruded from his jeans all the time.
She had never actually seen her father's cock, but she had a feeling it was huge!
She had done some comparisons by eyeballing the guys she knew, and while some of them seemed to be impressive, none of them appeared to match what her father
carried around. And she wanted it! She wanted that big cock to take her cherry,
to fill her pussy like no other cock ever could.
Just the thought of her father's cock started her cunt to twitching. She reached
beneath the covers of her bed, slipping her slender fingers inside the waistband
of her bikini panties and massaging the little button at the top of her slit,
feeling the tiny sparks of electricity shoot through her.
She closed her eyes and imagined that it was her father's fingers touching her,
probing gently as her hips began to arch and squirm on the bed. She eased her
middle finger into her cunt, feeling the walls clamp down on it and knew that her
tiny pussy would be stretched to the limit by her father's cock, and that she
might even hurt a little from it, but she didn't care about that. She would
endure any discomfort to feel his cock stuffing her full.
With the image of her father behind the closed lids of her eyes, she worked
another finger into her steamy cunt, shoving them in and out, pretending they
were her dad's cock, feeling her orgasm starting to build quickly.
She kicked the covers back and jerked her panties off. She spread her legs wide
as her fingers worked faster and faster in and out of her cunt, which was
becoming very wet and hot from the action.
She used her other hand to massage her tits, squeezing the large firm globes,
pinching and pulling on her hard nipples as her hips began to bounce up and down
on the bed. Faster and faster her fingers worked, driving her wild with desire as
she imagined her father's cock driving in and out of her burning cunt.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she cried out in the empty room as her fingers came into
contact with the barrier of skin that was her cherry. "Fuck me! Drive your big
beautiful cock into me and make me cum! Ohhh, yess!" she cried as her body
finally exploded into climax, flooding her fingers with her juices as her body
tensed, every muscle going rigid for nearly a minute.
After a while, she began to relax, her body splayed out on the bed, the room
reeking with the odor of her musk and pussy juices. She brought her fingers up to
her lips and slowly licked them clean before finally getting out of bed,
tiptoeing down the hallway to the bathroom.
Just as she reached the door of her father's room, she heard the sounds of bed
springs squeaking from inside, and heard the sounds of Susan Adams urging her
father on. She crept to the door and turned the knob slowly, opening it just a
crack.
Her father's bed was situated so that she had a side view of both him and Susan.
Susan's legs were bent, the ankles locked behind his powerful thighs as his hips
drove his cock in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, yes!" Susan was crying, her arms wrapped around Keri's dad, her own slender
hips slamming up to meet the thrusts of the cock being fucked into her.
"Oh, Dave, you have the biggest, most beautiful cock in the world!" she cried as
Keri's father slammed his hips down powerfully, his head bent to suck on Susan's
right tit, drawing the large extended nipple into his mouth and biting down on it
gently, causing Susan to arch her back and cry out again.
Keri was mesmerized by the sight. She had to admit that Susan was a beautiful
woman. She was nearly as tall as Keri's dad, with big firm tits, a flat tummy and
a nice rounded ass that a lot of younger women would love to have. Even her face
looked much younger than her thirty-seven years.
"God, Susan, your pussy is so tight!" Keri heard her dad say as he raised his
head to look into Susan's eyes. "I've never had a pussy this tight before."
"That's because your cock is so big, darling," Susan told him, arching her hips
to take all of his cock. "When we get done, I'm going to lick your cock clean and
then give you the best blowjob you've ever had in your life!"
"I'll hold you to that," her father said with a grin as he grabbed Susan's legs,
bending her almost double as he raised himself up and began slamming his cock
into her even harder and faster than before. Keri felt her own cunt flooding
again and reached down to finger it as she watched in wide-eyed wonder the giant
cock of her father working in and out of the red-haired cunt of Susan. Even
though she couldn't see it clearly, what she could see sent shivers through her
and made her heart pound. It also gave her second thoughts about fucking him.
Even in the pale light of the moon coming through the window, his cock looked
enormous. Yet, the more she watched, the more she wanted his cock and knew she
wouldn't be happy until she had it inside of her.
She felt herself cumming again as Susan began to cry out in orgasmic pleasure at
the fucking she was receiving from Keri's father. Keri had to bite down on her
bottom lip to prevent herself from screaming as her own climax overtook her. She
finally closed the door and made her way to the bathroom on legs that felt as if
they were made out of rubber, vowing to herself that she would get her father to
fuck her, that she would make him forget all about marrying Susan and bringing
her into their house to live.
After cleaning herself up she left the bathroom, again stopping at the door of
her father's bedroom to peak in. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she
saw Susan kneeling above her father, her mouth stretched to the limit as she
slowly sucked in her father's large cock.
She stood rooted to the spot as more and more of her father's massive cock
disappeared into Susan's mouth. She couldn't believe that anyone could do such a
thing! But when Susan's lips finally came to rest around the base of the cock,
Keri had to leave. All the way back to her room she carried the image of Susan's
mouth swallowing the entire length of her father's organ.
She had heard about sucking a man's cock, but it wasn't something she had given
much thought to before, but now she did. If that was what it took to make her
father, or to please him, and if it would keep him from marrying Susan, then she
would learn to suck his cock and drain his balls dry, although she really didn't
have the faintest idea as to how to go about it. I'll learn, she promised herself
before she drifted off to sleep, I'll learn.
CHAPTER TWO
Keri approached Chris Miller somewhat apprehensively in the junior college
parking lot. She had known Chris most of her life, but it was only recently that
the two of them had started dating one another. And, while she knew that Chris
would love to fuck her, she had been able to thwart all his attempts so far. She
had let him fondle her tits and pussy a few times, and she had even gone so far
as to jack him off last weekend at the drive-in, but that was the extent of their
sexual relations.
The one thing she really loved about him was that he was a gentleman about the
whole thing, being patient with her and not pressuring her to do anything she
didn't want to do. And he didn't go around, like so many other guys, bragging
about what he had or had not done with her. Even now as he approached his car,
she smiled as he leaned over and kissed her before opening the door for her,
closing it securely once she was in the car.
"What would you like to do tonight?" he asked with a warm smile as they pulled
out of the parking lot and headed for her house.
"Anything special in mind?" she asked, her eyes twinkling in amusement.
"Well, my parents are going to be gone most of the night, and there is a good
movie coming on around nine on cable, so I thought you might want to come over
and watch it instead of going to the drive-in."
"What's the movie about?" she asked, not really caring.
She almost laughed when he blushed and looked at her quickly, a sheepish look on
his face. "I. . . I forget," he replied at last.
"Okay, that sounds good to me," she replied, laughing at last.
"I'll pick you up about seven, if that's all right with you," he said as he
pulled up in front of her house.
"Fine," she told him, leaning over to kiss him quickly before getting out from
the car and hurrying into the house.
No one was home and she hurried to start supper for her dad, knowing he would be
through with work early that day, and he would be hungry. She loved fixing dinner
for him. In fact, she admitted to herself, she loved doing everything for him. It
had become such a normal and natural order of things that she really couldn't
understand why he would want to go and change it all now by marrying Susan and
having her and her two sons move in with them.
She did everything for him that her mother had done, except for sex, and she
vowed to remedy that before too long. In fact, she had agreed to go over to
Chris' house tonight to get started on her education in the ways of sex. She had
something in mind for tonight, something which would definitely make Chris happy,
and would teach her something as well.
She was just setting the table when her father came in. He came up behind her and
slipped his arms around her, pulling her close as he kissed her cheek. "Hello,
Snuggles," he said as she relaxed back against him, feeling the bulge of his cock
resting against the upper portion of the crack of her ass. `Snuggles' was his
nickname for her that he had given to her when she was just a baby, because of
the way she liked to snuggle up in his arms and go to sleep.
"Hi, Daddy," she replied contentedly. "Supper is almost ready, but you still have
time to wash up first if you want."
"What's the matter?" he teased as he let go of her, making her feel suddenly
lonely. "Is the smell of good hard labour too much for you?"
"Oh, Dad," she replied, turning to face him, her lips forming a wide grin, "you
know I love the way you smell. It wouldn't matter to me at all if you wanted to
sit down right now. I just thought it might make you feel better, that's all."
"You're right, it will. Okay, give me five minutes."
As her father left her standing in the kitchen she could still feel the gentle
press of his cock against her in her mind, could still feel his strong arms
around her, his hands just brushing the underside of her tits. She felt herself
flush with embarrassment and desire as she turned back to finish setting the
table.
He came back downstairs a few minutes later dressed in a clean pair of old jeans
and a strap tee-shirt, which only emphasized his rugged, handsome, well-built
body. When she looked at him it was hard for her to believe that he was forty
years old, exactly twice her age. She knew that a couple of her girlfriends had
told her they thought her father was the best-looking father of all the girls,
and a few of them had even hinted that they wouldn't mind letting him fuck them
if the opportunity ever came up. When she heard that for the first time, she made
sure none of them ever got that chance.
"So, what have you got on the agenda for tonight?" he asked her as they began
eating.
"I'm going over to Chris' house and watch a movie on cable, if that's okay with
you."
"That's fine with me. You like him, don't you?"
She turned to look at her father from the cabinet where she was cutting him a
piece of homemade bread. "Well, of course, I like him," she replied as she handed
it to him and sat down across from him. "I wouldn't go out with any guy I didn't
like."
"That's not what I meant, Snuggles," he said with a grin. "I mean that you like
him a lot, and I think that's great. Chris is one of the few nice young men
around, and one of the few I trust with the one person I love most in the whole
world."
"Oh," she replied softly, feeling a warm glow of love for him.
For the next few minutes they ate in silence, but as she got up to clear the
table he reached out and gently pulled her towards him. She sat down on his lap,
feeling his strong arms wrap themselves around her lovingly. She always felt so
safe, so secure in his arms, and loved it when he held her. But lately he had
held her less and less, and she just didn't understand why. It seemed as if he
was almost hesitant to do so.
She squirmed around on his lap to get comfortable so she could look up into his
face and felt a slight twinge beneath her ass, realizing with a shock that his
cock was stirring. That realization almost made her delirious with desire for
him. If he had suddenly placed her on the table, ripped off her jeans and fucked
her right there, she could die and go to heaven.
"You aren't particularly happy about me and Susan getting married, are you?" he
asked suddenly, softly.
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"No, I'm not."
"Don't you like her?"
"It's not that, exactly, Dad," she replied, turning her face away from his to
keep him from seeing the effect his cock was having on her. "I mean, she's nice
and all, and she is a beautiful woman, but I don't see why we need her, that's
all."
"I need her, Princess," he replied after a moment. "After your mother died I
didn't think I could ever love again, and I didn't have anything to do with a
woman for a long time, but I'm still a young man, basically, and I still have
needs and desires that have to be fulfilled, and Susan does that for me, and a
lot more."
"If it's just a matter of... sex," she began, surprised at her own bluntness.
"No, it's not just that," he replied with a short laugh. "If it were just sex, I
could take care of that without getting married. No, it's more than that. It's
companionship, the sharing of things, and love."
"What... what if I said I didn't want you to marry her, that I was totally
against it? Would you still marry her?"
He was silent for a moment as he thought about this and she knew she was putting
him on the spot, forcing him to possibly choose between his daughter and the
woman he now loved.
"I don't know, sweetheart," he answered softly. "I would never do anything to
intentionally make you unhappy, or to hurt you, and you know that. But I do have
to look out for my own life as well.
"After all, you will be leaving home soon, either in your career, or starting a
life of your own, a family of your own with a man you love, and that will leave
me sitting here alone."
"I would never leave you alone, Daddy," she told him, looking up into his eyes.
"I love you and I just want you to be happy. But...well, couldn't you put off
marrying Susan for a while? Like, until after I graduate from college? That's
only two more years, and if you two really love each other, it won't be all that
long."
Before her father could answer, there was a knock on the front door, causing them
both to jump slightly. She got up and hurried to open it, to find a smiling Chris
standing on the stoop. "Hi, come on in!" she told him cheerfully, seeing that it
was later than she realized. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready."
As she turned and headed for the stairs, her father came into the living room,
calling out for Chris to come on in and have a seat, asking him if he would like
a soft drink while he waited. She hurried to her room and stripped off her jeans
and blouse, dashing to her closet to take out amid-thigh-length skirt and a clean
blouse. She knew she should take a shower first, but she just dabbed on a little
perfume and got dressed.
As she started to put on her blouse, she looked at her reflection in the mirror,
and with an impish grin removed her bra and tossed it on the bed. She put the
blouse on and smiled at the way her nipples gently poked out the material of it.
She tucked it in as she slipped on her sandals and headed for the door.
Tonight she would be using Chris, she knew, but she had a feeling he wouldn't
mind it. She was going to use him to learn how to please her father, and if he
enjoyed it while she was learning, then so much the better.
But once she got back downstairs she found her dad and Chris laughing about
something and smiled as she went to her dad and kissed his cheek before taking
Chris' hand as the two of them headed for the door.
As she looked back at her father, she wasn't sure if it was her imagination
playing tricks on her, or if the look of desire and lust for her in his eyes was
real. She was almost tempted to find some quick excuse to end the night early so
she could return to find out for sure, but changed her mind. She had to go
through with what she had planned. There was too much counting on it.
But she couldn't get the look in her father's eyes out of her mind as she and
Chris drove back to his house. She had been there before, a number of times, but
his parents were always home on those occasions, and this was the first time the
two of them had ever been alone. She felt nervous, but knew that the evening
would be a turning point in her life.
CHAPTER THREE
They were halfway through the first bottle of wine Chris had opened when the
movie began, so the surprise that it was an X-rated movie didn't hold the shock
for her that it might have under different conditions. She found herself watching
it with fascination, feeling herself becoming aroused at the action taking place
on the big colour television screen.
She wasn't sure just when Chris began kissing her and fondling her big firm tits,
but she didn't care. She opened her mouth to his kiss, sucking eagerly on his
tongue as his hands caressed the hard nipples of her tits. She was arching her
back slightly, pushing them into his hands, delighting in his touch, aware that
he had completely removed her blouse somewhere along the line.
I'm doing this for Daddy, she thought to herself as she allowed Chris to put his
arms around her and draw her closer, his lips trailing down to the hollow of her
neck, and then on down to capture one of her hard nipples between his lips.
"Oh, that feels so good," she moaned as Chris gently eased her over on the couch,
his hands and lips continuing to work on her tits.
He lay on top of her and she spread her legs slightly to allow him to lay between
them, feeling the hard press of his cock against her cunt. As he sucked on her
tits, pushing them together with his hands to suck on both nipples at once, she
could feel his cock rubbing back and forth against her cunt mound, driving her
crazy with desire.
"You are so beautiful," she heard him whisper as he lifted his head for a moment
to look down at her, which pressed his cock even harder against her.
"You really think so?"
"God, yes! You are the most beautiful girl I've ever known, and have the most
perfect tits I've ever seen. Even the women in those magazines don't have tits as
nice as you have," he told her sincerely as he bent his head to kiss her, forcing
her lips apart with his tongue.
She responded to his words and kiss by wrapping her legs around his thighs,
grinding her pussy up against his hard cock inside his jeans. She felt his hands
moving down to find their way beneath her skirt, and when his fingers touched the
wet crotch of her panties she nearly swooned.
He rubbed the crotch of her panties for a while as he continued to kiss her, then
slowly, as if afraid she would stop him, he eased one finger beneath the crotch
and into her hot wet pussy, which was dripping with juices.
At the invasion of his finger, she arched her hips and cried out, partially in
pain and partially in pleasure. He had fingers which were a lot thicker than
hers, and longer, and when he touched the tightly stretched piece of skin that
formed her cherry, she pulled her hips back a little.
"Oh, Keri, I want to make love to you so badly!" Chris moaned, grinding his jean
clad cock down against her cunt. She found herself wanting him to fuck her, more
than ever before, but she knew she had to save her cherry for her father.
"I know, but we can't," she told him, realizing that her desire for him was
probably as great as his for her, but her cherry was for her father. It was to be
the ultimate gift from her to him.
She felt his fingers moving in and out of her cunt, making little circles as they