Father Takes Daugher's Cherry: Taboo Incest Erotica E-Book

Nicodemus Corbin

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

This full length erotic novel is so sexy we can't even tell you the preview…

Excerpt:

"Daddy," Cherry called. "You're early." She seemed to be accusing me.

"The boss gave me some time off for good behavior," I called back, laughing.

I went through a lot of ceremony stretching and then leafing through the day's mail on the little -table just inside the door. There wasn't anything except the gas bill and a bunch of ads for furniture, clock radios and cemetery plots. I didn't need any of these things, but I took my time. I carried the pile into the den, dropping the ads into the wastebasket and the gas bill on my desk.

At last I headed toward the kitchen. I made as much noise as I could, listening all the while. "What's going on around here? Oh, hello, Norman."

They had pulled apart and were buttoned and zipped up so that they looked almost normal There were a few come stains on the kid's fly and Cherry's skirt was somewhat rumpled, but they'd put it all back together. Norman was flushed, but not half as red as Cherry. She was still panting and I knew she needed help.

"Hello, Mr. White," Norman muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Uh, Cherry and I were going to have a Fresca."

"Yes, Dad," Cherry said uselessly, "a Fresca."

Leseprobe

Father Takes Daugher's Cherry

Nicodemus Corbin

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

Here I am in the hospital still wondering what hit me. Oh, I know what hit me, all right, but I'm still not sure whether it's a dream or whether what had to be the world's biggest orgy really took place in my neighborhood.

So just as I'm starting to come out of it in walks Jim and his wife, come to visit me in my sickbed and already Stella is starting to give me the eye. I'm not bragging; I know by now when a broad wants to get into my pants. God, how I know. Never before in my life have I been fucked so many times in a period of just a few days, not even when I was in the Army at Fort Leonard Wood and we had a bunch of University of Missouri coeds on the string.

Jim is talking to me about the plant and how my pay will go on while I'm laid up-laid up, that's a hot one-and I'm pretending to listen while Stella, Jim's wife, keeps roaming her eyes up and down the sheet on my bed. I have no more chance of getting a hard-on now than a marshamallow statue of Carrie Nation.

I was doing pretty good a few days ago, until something just up and died inside my balls and now I'm here for a battery charge. The doctor told me if I'd had one more orgasm it would have been pure blood. There wasn't any sperm left.

I kept on trying to listen to old Jim, but Stella won't turn it off. She keeps herself a step behind Jim so he can't see what she's pulling. I just wish to hell they'd both go away so I could sleep for another eighteen hours. That's how long I was out after they dropped me into this private room.