When Curt Reynolds spotted his own daughter in bed with a man, his initial impulse was to rush in and physically attack the male pursuer.
Before doing anything hasty, however, Curt waited long enough to coolly reflect on what the best course of action would be. He finally decided that it would be both foolhardy and unfair to attack young Hal Grady, who was having sex with his lovely, sixteen-year-old daughter Mindy.
For one thing, Curt could see that Mindy was enjoying it, and probably was at least half responsible for the act taking place. For another, Curt knew that attacking a young teenager would not solve anything, most particularly in the area of curbing his daughter's sexual appetite.
What Curt had trouble confronting was that there was an overpowering reason surpassing the aforementioned two as to why he did not want to burst in on the couple. Curt was carried away by the erotic sight before his eyes, most particularly the loveliness of his well built, red-haired young daughter.
Curt realized only too well that, his wife Sally, good looking though she was, lacked the desires he possessed when it came to erotic activity.
When Curt finally made a move, the act had been completed between Mindy and Hal, and now it was his turn. After telling Hal to leave the house, Curt began to think in ever glowing sexual terms toward his own daughter.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The longer that Hal Grady remained in Mindy Reynolds' presence, the bigger the ideas he got.
He had taken the lovely, red-haired young eleventh-grader to a high school dance, and now they were having a soda at a restaurant just a few blocks away from the school.
At seventeen, Hal, a tall, blond-haired young man, was one year older than his date, and a senior at the high school. All he knew was that every time he looked into Cindy's bright blue eyes his penis became that much harder. He had been pursuing her for quite some time, and he felt that in the last few weeks he had been gradually wearing down her resistance.
As soon as they finished their sodas, he reached underneath the table and grabbed Mindy's thigh. He touched it firmly, causing her body to wiggle slightly in response to what he was doing.
"You've a very bold one," Mindy told him.
"Naturally I am. I like touching your leg. You're such a beautiful chick."
"Then take your hand away if you like me. I don't like being hustled in that way."
Immediately he removed his hand.
"What's the matter? We know each other pretty well. What's wrong with me taking an occasional liberty or two?"
"It's just not my way of playing the game."
"All right, I'm sorry," he said with a tone of apology.
"Let's just forget about it."
They got up from the table and walked back to his Ford Pinto. They climbed into the car, and as Hal began driving down one of the main streets of town, his sexual urges became more acute than ever. His huge erection was telling him one thing-that he ought to involve himself in some sex quickly, just as long as his gorgeous young friend would go along with it.
He drove her toward the outskirts of town. There was a spot up in the hills where a lot of the kids from the high school would go to engage in passionate sex interludes. He hoped that Mindy would not ask him what he was doing before he actually had an opportunity to make his move. Hal realized that he was proceeding on thin ice. For one thing, Mindy was not the type of girl who was going to be taken easily. She was insistent upon a young man paying the proper amount of attention to her, and going through a long period of getting acquainted before they would actually make a move in one another's direction.
That was Mindy's way of doing it, but her attitude was not shared by Hal. He was hot and aggressive and wanted to have sex with a young woman whenever the urge hit him. He had had a good deal of success with other girls he knew. A number of them were not as stubborn as Mindy. But the challenge of Mindy made him that much more desirous of having her. He knew that she was no easy mark, and if he could score with Mindy, Hal decided, then he would be accomplishing a great deal.
Soon they arrived on the mountainous road that led to the high school lover's lane. At that point Mindy became aware of what was happening.
"Now just where are we going?" she asked skeptically.
"I'm just taking you out for a little drive. Don't you enjoy the country?"
"Come on now. If I could believe that that was all you were doing, that would be one thing. But I don't believe you. No, you're doing something else. You want to take me where the kids go. Isn't that right?"
"You ask too many questions," Hal laughed. "Just relax, honey. Take it easy. Everything is gonna be fine."
A few minutes later his Pinto was winding its way around the slender mountainous road that led to the lover's lane. He soon stopped the car behind a clump of trees. It was a romantic setting, Hal observed. Things were very quiet, but through it all you could hear the sounds of the crickets chirping.
"Why are we stopping here?" Mindy asked challengingly.
"It's so nice and peaceful."
"Next thing you know you're gonna tell me that you stopped because you like to hear the sounds of the crickets."
"So what's wrong with crickets?"
"They're fine, but I can't believe that's why you stopped."
Hal realized that he couldn't carry things any further without levelling. He had been waiting for the right opportunity. He would have preferred easing into things a little more gradually, but there was no way for him to employ that approach. Not with Mindy having questioned him so thoroughly.
So Hal reached out with both hands. He let his fingers slide soothingly on top of Mindy's head. He let his fingers project against her smooth, soft hair. Back and forth he asserted his fingers, allowing them to slide against her hair. He kept up his steady finger stroking for a few moments, after which he released his fingers.
As Hal smiled, he observed how his hands were trembling. His heart pounded relentlessly, and he felt the desire to reach out and kiss his beautiful girl friend. He reached out and allowed his lips to press against Mindy's. He let them lock for several long seconds, after which he removed them.
"I love touching your lips," he said. "I want to kiss you again."
Once more he projected his lips forward. This time they twisted and plunged even more effectively than before. His lips remained firmly pressed against hers for several long seconds, after which he removed them. It made Hal feel extra good to know that he was pushing his lips ever so thoroughly against hers, and was finding no objection. It bothered him to think that he would have to actually fight to make love to such a gorgeous creature. From the first time that he had taken Mindy out, it had been Hal's intention to go to bed with her. He knew, however, that he had no easy task ahead of him. Time had proven him correct, but as his heart pounded and as his lips remained pressed against Mindy's, Hal decided that maybe the fates had finally intervened on his side.
After a lengthy pursuit of her, just maybe he was going to achieve what he had wanted to.
He slipped his tongue forward this time, letting it slide toward her mouth.
"Open up your mouth, Mindy," he told her. "Open it nice and wide. I want to French with you. I want to drive my tongue inside your mouth. You're gonna enjoy that, sweetheart. You're gonna really dig it. You're gonna love those sensations that I'm gonna employ. I'm gonna work my tongue back and forth inside of your mouth."
He projected his tongue forward with one swift, decisive thrust. Pretty soon his tongue was wielding inside of her mouth. Back and forth he effectively asserted it, and the quicker that it danced, the heavier that Mindy's breathing became. It made Hal feel good to recognize just how eagerly she was responding to his movements. Her whole body began to dance back and forth as his tongue kept on working with supreme diligence, thrusting against her tongue. He enjoyed every devastating stab, and the longer that his tongue penetrated against hers, the better that he enjoyed it. He began to step up his pace that much more briskly, letting his tongue slide with great desire against hers as he worked himself into that much greater a state of passion.
When Hal removed his tongue from his girl friend's mouth, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He worked his fingers slowly in the beginning, but pretty soon he was driving them more vigorously than he had before. Back and forth his fingers kept on colliding with her hair, and as they did, his tongue worked ever deeper inside her mouth.
A few strokes later, he removed his tongue from her mouth.
Now that he had Frenched with her several times, he was in a greater state of excitement than ever. He looked down at his crotch, observing the huge erection that he sported. Hal knew that he just had to get his cock off, and hoped that he would have the opportunity to do so very shortly.
He reached out and began to unbutton the back of Mindy's dress. She would have objected a few minutes earlier, but no longer. As his trembling fingers began to employ themselves, removing each and every button, she heaved a deep sigh.
"I can't believe what you're doing to me," Mindy said. "This is all happening so fast."
His fingers kept on colliding with her buttons. When he finished unbuttoning her dress, he reached out and tugged at her dress. He pulled at it, sliding it over her head.
As he removed her dress, Hal looked at his lover's beautiful body and smiled. Mindy was lying there on the front seat of the automobile wearing nothing but her panties and bra. As she lay there, her legs trembling, he knew he had to finish the job and take off everything. He wanted her totally nude, so he could examine her beautiful body limb by limb.
Hal's breathing became noticeably heavier as he reached out with both hands and undid his lover's bra straps. He tugged at the straps several times, then removed her bra. He reached out with both hands and began to clutch at her warm, solid breasts. Back and forth his fingers steadily manipulated against her hot tits. Ever so eagerly he clutched, and the longer his fingers came into contact with her beautiful breasts, the more aroused he became. Hal's heart began to pump with great ferocity as his fingers worked around her tits. A few strokes later, Hal removed his fingers from her breasts. He pushed his tongue forward.
He allowed it to penetrate against her hot left tit. Back and forth he drove his tongue, letting it slide with great diligence and joy against her breast.
Back and forth Hal's tongue kept surging as it worked against her hot breast. Ever so eagerly he kept up his action, maneuvering his tongue, letting it plunge ever so devastatingly against her hot tit. A few strokes later, he removed his tongue from her left breast. He then worked it over toward her right tit. With the same degree of conviction and desire, Hal went to work. His tongue kept on driving against her warm tit As he manipulated his tongue, he could see just how rapidly she was moving her body. She was quickly responding to everything that he was doing. It made Hal feel extra good to know that lovely Mindy was reacting in the right way. She was no longer overwhelmed or overawed by what was happening. She was able to respond in the proper intelligent fashion to what he was doing.
By the time that he finished stroking her tits, he had left a steady trail of saliva over both breasts. Hal reached out and let his fingers clutch sharply against her tits. He held onto her hot breasts firmly for several strokes, then suddenly released them. He reached down with both hands, letting his fingers go to work against her panties. He snapped his fingers against the elastic which held them together several times. He then grabbed hold of the panties and began to slide them down her legs. He worked them skillfully, then tugged them off of her altogether.
He reached out and let the fingers of his right hand begin to slide over Mindy's pussy. Her legs trembled and she looked at him fearfully.
"I didn't know you were gonna go this far," she sighed. "Please, let's not take it any further. We're in the open. We could get arrested."
"It'll never happen," he shook his head. "I purposely parked away from the main part of the lover's lane. Nobody ever comes up here. I've checked it out, baby."
"Have you taken other girls up here?"
"Let's not talk about that," he grinned with embarrassment. "I don't want to talk about anybody else right now. Nobody else counts as far as I'm concerned. The only thing that really means anything is us. We count, nothing else. Just remember that."
He reached down with his hand, letting his fingers collide with her pussy. Back and forth he steadily worked his fingers, enjoying every stroke that he supplied to her hot mound.
"You're really fingering me," she sighed. "I can feel it." "Does it itch?"
"I'm red hot down there. My pussy feels like it's ready to explode. Darling, it really feels good when you touch me that way. You're really exciting me."
"I figured you'd say something like that," he laughed. "So keep expecting it."
His fingers kept on pushing and probing against her hot snatch. Back and forth he worked them, letting them project eagerly against her hot mound. A few strokes later, he removed his fingers from her pussy. Hal watched as Mindy's body kept on instinctively moving back and forth. He could see that she was reacting in just the way he had hoped.
"You liked that movement," he said.
"I sure did. I wish you'd do it again. Come on, please finger my mound. Finger it a second time."
"Okay, darling, I will. I can see you want it."
"It was silly of me to be fighting any of this," Mindy acknowledged.
"Yes, it was. Particularly when you really wanted it."
CHAPTER TWO
Before Hal launched into some more finger action against his lover's pussy, he reached out once more with his tongue.
Hal projected his tongue speedily forward, sliding it inside of Mindy's mouth. He let his tongue connect with even greater rapidity than before. Back and forth he worked it with devastating precision, sliding and grinding it against her tongue. A few convincing strokes later, he removed his tongue. As he did, he reached down and let his fingers clasp against Mindy's beautiful buttocks. He wanted to touch those firm, hot globes of flesh, which he had dreamed of for so long. The longer and faster that he clutched his fingers against them, the more impressed it all made him.
He fingered her buttocks for a few more strokes, then let his fingers slide downward toward her thighs. He held on sharply to her hot thighs, gripping them with both hands. He kept on gripping them for a few more moments, enjoying the fact that she was reacting so briskly. Her whole body kept darting back and forth, spinning ever so gracefully as he held onto her thighs. When Hal removed his fingers from Mindy's thighs, he decided that it was time to go back to the pussy fingering.
"Come on, finger my snatch," Mindy told him. "Just move your fingers, my dear. Really let them clutch against my snatch. Come on, baby."
He nodded and smiled, happy that Mindy was reacting so excitedly to what he was doing. So he reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to collide with her mound. Back and forth he asserted his fingers, letting them maneuver even more quickly than he had before. Ever so zealously he put his fingers to work, letting them connect with her hot mound. A few strokes later, he removed his fingers from her hot snatch.
"Now I'm gonna go down on you," he told her. "I've got to eat your glorious mound. That's gonna excite the hell out of you. I'm sure you've been eaten many times."
"Not so often," Mindy shook her head. "I haven't been out with that many boys. And most of them I haven't let take liberties with me."
"Then just hang on, my sweet, because I'm gonna give you all kinds of beautiful sensations. You just wait."
As Hal reached out and grabbed Mindy's buttocks, letting his fingers slide over them ever so thoroughly, he pushed .his tongue forward. He let it connect against her clitoris. Back and forth he worked his tongue a few times in rapid succession. He loved letting it collide with her clit. He let it drive splendidly against her clitoris for a few strokes, then decided that it was time to let his tongue connect with her mound. So he pushed his tongue forward, allowing it to drive smoothly against her pussy. Ever so eagerly he approached her pussy. His tongue kept on working with splendid grace and ease against her hot snatch. Back and forth he maneuvered with it, sliding it against her pussy.
The quicker that Hal employed his tongue, the faster that her whole body projected back and forth. It wiggled ever so spiritedly as he clutched at her buttocks, holding on firmly. He kept on driving his tongue, sliding it with classic ease against her mound. The longer that Hal sucked out her pussy, the deeper that he pushed his tongue as he projected it inside of her hot gash. All the while her body was wiggling, trembling rapidly, twisting back and forth under the spirited impact of his devastating tongue strokes.
"You're driving me wild with your tongue," Mindy sighed. "You're really good at it. Keep working it. Baby, ahhh, Hal, you're so good. Come on, suck my mound. Blast' away with your tongue."
Hal had believed Mindy when she had told him that she had allowed few young men to be in the position he now was in at that moment. It made him delight in knowing that he was succeeding where so many other young men had undoubtedly failed. He kept on projecting his tongue forward, pushing and plunging it into her snatch. Ever so spiritedly he kept up his searing, surging pace, working his tongue deep inside her hot gash as he projected it with every ounce of enthusiasm that he could possibly generate.
Back and forth he kept on wielding his tongue, sliding it spectacularly against her hot mound as he moved her ever closer to the point of a great climax.
Ever so zealously he kept on working, driving his tongue against her hot mound. He kept blasting away with his tongue, projecting it eagerly, sliding it into her hot pit as he pushed her ever closer to the point of orgasm. Her whole body kept on wiggling as he drove his tongue with great speed. Her buttocks were wiggling back and forth as she bounced up and down on the front seat of the car.
"What tongue action," she sighed. "You're really working it. You're getting me so enthused. Oh, I can feel the itch. I can feel it tremendously. You're really plunging with your tongue. I love the way you're doing it. Just keep it going, darling. Keep working it."
He kept sliding his tongue inside of her pussy, working it with great speed as he pushed her that much nearer. A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be shooting from her snatch. He was poised and ready, awaiting the first few droplets of pussy juice that he knew would soon be penetrating from her mound. He could hear the sounds of the seat springs jangling as he kept on tonguing her, driving himself furiously as he pushed and probed his hot, aroused tongue ever deeper into her ever willing snatch.
A few timely strokes later, he knew just how closely she was drawing. So he kept on working his tongue, sliding it with stupendous skill, doing his utmost to bring her off.
Pretty soon her body was spasming back and forth more eagerly than ever. As he kept sinking his tongue into her hot love pit, he could hear nothing but the sounds of her heavy breathing. A few strokes later, she was unable to withhold her juices any longer. They just had to ignite from her mound and shoot into his mouth.
"Just get ready," she warned him. "I've got an avalanche stored up, baby. You're gonna swallow my stuff. I know you are. You like my mound. Your tongue reacts so beautifully to it. So here we go. This is so nice. I love it. Come on, baby. Suck, come on, suck."
As her hips kept twisting back and forth, the juices were about ready to shoot from her pussy. Her hips swung and she heaved a loud gasp as the juices started to shoot from her hot snatch.
Hal's tongue remained in place. He kept on working it, projecting it back and forth as he swallowed the droplets of pussy juice that shot from her mound.
He swallowed every drop of her joy juice, then released his tongue from her pussy. He looked down at his lover, smiling at her beautifully.
"I hope that I gave you a good time of it," he said. "I think that's a good opening exercise."
"You did. Could you do me one more favor?"
"I'd be glad to do you plenty of favors. As a matter of fact, that's one of the reasons why I'm here."
"I'm still itching. My pussy is still alive with excitement, honey. I'd like for you to suck it again. Would that be too much to ask for?"
"It wouldn't at all. As a matter of fact, I'd love to do it for you. I'd love to stick my hot tongue inside your gash again."
"Do it for me."
Hal nodded and smiled. It made him feel good to know that he had matters pretty well under control. Mindy was highly aroused, and was willing to accommodate him. He could see that if he just provided her with a little more in the way of satisfaction that she would be in turn ready to accommodate him in different ways. It was his fervent desire to suck her off a second time, then to go into some stimulating fucking. He wanted to drive his cock forward inside her.
He pushed his tongue down between her legs. As he made his move, Hal reached out and clutched at her thighs. He held onto them firmly and parted them, after which he drove his tongue downward toward her hot gash. Her body wiggled back and forth as he started to work ever so skillfully. His tongue pushed and pressed against her hot snatch. She loved the feeling of his tongue winding its way around her pubic hairs. She enjoyed every devastating movement that he put forward.
At first he concentrated on her wet snatch hairs, but a few strokes later Hal was pushing and probing his tongue as deeply as he knew how inside of her pussy. He kept blasting away, driving his tongue into her hot furnace of passion. The quicker that he manipulated his tongue, employing it ever so skillfully, the faster that her body began to manipulate as it slid back and forth. She enjoyed the steady, stirring tongue strokes that he employed as he kept brilliantly asserting himself, sliding his tongue inside of her hot pussy. A few strokes later, he knew, he would be pushing her to the very brink of climax. So he kept right at it, enhancing his movements, driving his spirited tongue with great fury as it pushed and shoved inside her hot snatch.
"Just keep it working," she told him. "I like the way your tongue's working. I like the way you're driving it. Baby, you've got a nice tongue. You're gonna bring me off again. You really know how to excite a girl."
Hal recognized that her statement was true. He felt as if, after this suck was over, he could get her to do just about anything that he desired.
He would still have to nurse her along a little, but once he had put her into this torrid a state of passion, he knew, then things would be developing at a much brisker pace.
CHAPTER THREE
All the while, Hal kept on steadily employing his tongue.
The longer that he asserted it inside of her moist, willing mound, the greater the degree of recognition that surfaced within him as to how he was going to screw her. He could see that her resistance was departing with every brisk stroke that he sent forth. He kept on wielding his hot tongue inside of her box, working it with great skill, sliding it inside her pussy as his fingers kept maneuvering against her buttocks.
A few timely strokes later, the juices were about ready to spray from her snatch. She knew that it would take only a few more strokes in order to bring her off. So she kept on wielding her body back and forth, looking forward to every glorious intrusion on the part of his long, wet, hungry red tongue.
"Just finish me off," she cried out in a hoarse tone. "You've got to do it. Keep your tongue gliding, baby. Keep sticking it inside my box."
As Hal moved Mindy that much closer again, he reached out and grabbed her hot buttocks. He let his fingers glide around them, and as he did, he kept stabbing, working his tongue with forceful determination against her snatch. A few timely tongue strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from her pussy. So he kept on driving his tongue, picking up the scent, recognizing just how close he had her to that grand moment.
A few seconds later, her body began to jerk and spin ever so crazily. She worked it back and forth, heaving a deep gasp as the juices started to shoot from her hot snatch. They sprayed inside his mouth, and as he caught the droplets of joy juice, he reached out and clutched her buttocks. He held on ever so firmly as he swallowed the juices. He then removed his tongue from her snatch.
"That's what I call nice," he said. "I have different ways of massaging your pussy. I massaged it with my tongue a couple of times, and now I want to massage it in a different way. I want to drive my hot spear inside you, baby. I want to really plunge it. I want to really slide my stick inside your pussy. I want to go off inside your hot snatch."
"Baby, I don't know. That's going further than I was intending to."
"I know. The pussy sucking was further than you intended to. Coming out here was further than you intended to. Come on, baby. Every time that you brought down your guard, you've had that much more fun. Now I'm determined to plunge my stick inside your hot pussy. I want to go off inside your mound."
Mindy could tell from the look of determination on Hal's face that he wasn't about to settle for anything other than what he wanted. Darkness was falling more heavily than ever outside, and she could still hear the sounds of the crickets. It did, she had to admit, make for a romantic setting, and Hal was ready to take advantage of every aspect of that situation.
He reached down with his right hand, letting his fingers glide smoothly inside of her pussy. Ever so eagerly he let his fingers penetrate against her snatch. Back and forth he worked them. A few strokes later, he removed his fingers from her hot mound. He was ready to employ his cock inside her pussy. He wanted to work it with great desire, to let it slide and slash inside of her mound as he brought himself toward orgasm.
Before Hal launched into his penetrating activities, he reached out and clutched at her breasts. He loved touching them, and it gave him that much more inspiration for the screw at hand. When he moved his fingers from her breasts, he reached down and toyed with his cock. He let his fingers move smoothly up and down his hot dick. When he removed his fingers from hi? pecker, he decided that he was ready to launch into the screw. He was determined to slide his hot dick forward, to let it push and plunge against her spirited mound.
He could see from the way that her body was twisting that he had succeeded in removing a lot of the fears from her. Now he would just have to go to work with his steely cock, working it as a blunt instrument as he pushed it back and forth inside her pussy. He would fuck her until every droplet of cock juice had escaped from his tool. He was looking forward to driving his penis at top speed. He wanted to project it eagerly, to slam it with steady, repetitious skill against her hot mound.
Before he launched into the actual fuck, he let his fingers slide around inside of her now-exceedingly wet nest. He touched her clitoris a few times, which caused her body to propel back and forth. She heaved a loud gasp.
"You're driving me wild with that motion," she said.
"Of course I am," he laughed. "I'm turning you on, baby doll."
When he removed his fingers from her hot mound, Hal was all set to proceed with the cock stabbing. He wanted to fuck her snatch, to drive his cock diligently inside her pussy and blast away at her fiery furnace until the juices shot from his dick.
He reached down and grabbed her thighs. His fingers clutched at them, and as he held on sharply, he threw his penis into high gear. He penetrated forward with his cock, letting it project inside her pussy. He let his hot cock stab at a brisk pace. Ever so eagerly he drove it inside of her nest. He slid it back and forth, working it spiritedly, propelling it with great eagerness and desire as he worked it inside of her mound.
"Just fling your hips back and forth," Hal exclaimed. "That'll get you more excited. Really work them. Rotate your hips. Come on, honey, let's really make a beautiful fuck out of this."
As Hal kept on knifing her mound, driving his cock forward with steady regularity as it pushed inside of her pussy, her whole body began to wiggle. She enjoyed the probing movements that he put forth. At first it hurt her a little to receive his jolting stabs, but before long she was acclimated to the pace. Her body kept grinding, her hips swinging back and forth as Hal sustained his pace. He kept blasting with his cock, working it with surging passion as he kept grinding it that much deeper inside of her pussy.
A few quick strokes later, the juices were about set to shoot from his mound. He was unable to keep up that kind of accelerated pace for very long. He was much too excited over what was happening. His cock kept on finding the range, driving back and forth with sheer sensual delight.
While Hal kept up his steady penis attack, he reached out with both hands and grabbed at her breasts. His fingers kept on probing and stabbing as they clutched at her tits. All the while he continued his grinding pace, working his cock forward, letting it drive ever so assertively inside of her pussy. A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be spurting from the end of his long, hot tool. So he kept it up, blasting hard, driving his penis forward as it kept on pushing and stabbing against his lover's mound. Her body kept wiggling and dancing as he fucked her, driving with great skill, pumping with frantic desire as Hal moved himself ever closer to that grand moment of climax when the spurting juices would shoot from the end of his long hard tool and into her waiting mound.
A few hot, effective cock stabs later, the juices were ready to spray from his cock. As he kept blasting, he recognized from the way that her hips were twisting, that his lover was coming close to juicing in her own right.
"Baby, I like your blasts," she said. "Just keep it up."
"This is great target practice," he laughed. "As a matter of fact, I love it. I love every bit of it."
"Sure thing. Keep sending your tool into me. Come on, baby, grind it. Darling, fuck me. Come on, fuck my pussy. Keep fucking it. Keep slamming it. Ohhh, what a nice cock. I like the way you're grinding it into me."
It pleased Hal enormously to see just how far his lover had come. She had been opposed to the idea of fucking at all at one time, but there she was, ready to experience every bit of sensual delight that he was willing to provide for her. He kept on letting his cock blast and surge as it pushed inside of her mound. He worked his cock convincingly, stabbing it inside of her pussy. A few hot blasts later, the juices began to spray from her snatch. As they did, her hips rolled back and forth and she heaved a deep gasp.
As she kept on sighing, Hal sustained his pace. The fact that she juiced caused him to feel that much more excitement as his cock kept driving forward with piston-like precision. He stabbed her as deeply as he knew how, overjoyed that she had gotten this excited. He kept on plunging his tool, sending it with great desire deep inside her pussy as he worked ever nearer. Pretty soon he reached out and gripped her buttocks. He clutched at them for a few strokes, then slapped at her ass cheeks with his open hands. His cock kept blasting all the while, driving with surging impact as he fucked her sharply. His penis kept on driving, gliding ever so eagerly as he moved ever nearer to the point of a passionate climax.
A few swift, determined strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from his cock. He could feel the tremendous itch that was surfacing in his balls, and he knew that there would be no more waiting. The hot, savory droplets of snowy white jissum would be spurting from the end of his hard spear and into her snatch. So he kept right on blasting, shoving his cock back and forth as he prepared to unload every droplet of hot juice inside her.
A few quick thrusts later, the juices began to surge from his cock and into her mound. Back and forth he kept on plunging, sending his steely tool into her hot mound, blasting for everything that he was worth as the cock droplets sprayed from the end of his pecker and into her waiting pussy.
"It feels so damned good," he exclaimed. "This is fucking. This is beautiful screwing. I love it."
His hips kept on shoving back and forth, and as he did he heaved a sigh. His cock kept on penetrating, pushing and plunging as he watched the steady stream of hot white cock juices spraying from the end of his lengthy pecker.
"What a fuck," he told her. "Baby, you really put it all together." "Yes, I did, but I had the right partner," he laughed.
At that point of the action, Mindy was certain that her lover Hal had enough. But she did not know him as well as she thought she did.
The next thing Mindy knew, just as she was anticipating putting her clothes back on, she observed him letting the fingers of both hands slide up and down his long tool, which had diminished in size very little from the time of orgasm.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck you again."
"You're too much, Hal."
"I just juiced once," he grinned. "It was just like you. You wanted seconds in your twat. You wanted me to suck you there twice. Now I want to go off twice in your mound."
"I guess that's fair enough," Mindy nodded.
"Sure it is."
To insure himself of getting her excited all over again, Hal reached out with his right hand. He let his fingers tickle her clitoris several times, after which he removed them. Now he was all set to go to work with his long cock. He wanted to drive it with skill and grace inside of her pussy.
Hal reached out and clutched at her legs. He loved touching her warm, firm thighs as he shoved his penis forward. He let it clutch and grab against her mound. She tightened her cunt muscles and flipped her body back and forth, meeting his intense forward stabs as he fucked her. He kept driving his tool forward, slamming it repeatedly inside of her pussy as Hal worked his way ever closer to another orgasm.
His cock kept on driving sharply, pushing rapidly, sliding inside her hot mound. The quicker that his pace became, the more eager he also became to unload every droplet of cock juice that shot from the end of his tool. So he kept right on asserting himself, pushing his cock forward as he slid his tool inside her mound. He kept ramming his dick hard, penetrating it inside her pussy, sliding it with great effectiveness as he worked himself ever closer to the moment of climax.
A few blistering cock strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from the end of his tool. So he kept right on driving, sliding his cock inside of her pussy as he moved ever nearer to orgasm.
"Here we go," he told her. "Just hang on, baby. We're gonna fly to the moon together."
"Just keep ramming me," she said. "I never dreamed anything could feel this good. Baby, I like your fucking."
Hal kept on letting his cock thunder forward. He moved his fingers up and down her legs, squeezing at them energetically as his cock kept pushing and plunging. He could begin to feel the intense tugs of pressure inside his balls. He knew that pretty soon he would be unleashing the hot white droplets of cream from his tool and letting them splash inside of her mound. So he kept up his effective pace, sending his hot dick forward as his penis clutched and grabbed at her mound. A few strokes later, he was ready to juice. At that point he turned on the coal, asserting himself with every bit of passion he could muster. He gritted his teeth, heaved a deep sigh, then kept at it, working his surging cock deep inside her hot nest as he pushed himself that much closer.
"Just get ready," he called out. "I'm ready to explode inside you. This is so great. I love this fucking. I really dig it. I love being inside your hot nest. This is such a beautiful experience."
His penis kept tearing ever so eagerly inside her pussy. His hot dick kept on gripping her as he worked his tool forward, sliding it inside of her pussy as he drove ever nearer to that point of orgasm. A few seconds later, the juices were about set to spray from his cock. He fucked her hard, working it eagerly, and soon the penis liquids were about ready to spray from the end of his hard dick.
His whole body trembled and the sweat was pouring down his face as he thrust his tongue forward. Hal wanted to French kiss with his lover at the very moment of climax. While her hips kept swinging and his cock kept gracefully plunging, he shoved his tongue inside her mouth. Back and forth their tongues eagerly connected as he kept up his steady pace. A few strokes later, the juices just had to spray.
While tongue pushed against tongue, the hot, savory droplets of cream spilled from the end of Hal's tool. His body kept shoving forward. He heaved one last long sigh as the juices spurted from the end of his stick.
"This is great," he said. "This is a fuck that could last a lifetime."
"Baby doll, keep ramming me," Mindy sighed. "Just keep blasting with your cock. Keep it going. Ram me with your dick until every last drop of juice has spilled."
That was exactly what Hal did. As he removed his penis from her mouth, he patted her on the thigh lovingly.
"I guess I gave you quite a workout," he smiled.
"Yes, and a very enjoyable one at that," Mindy nodded. "I can't see how I could be as fearful as I was in the beginning. That was all wrong. There was something very beautiful awaiting me."
CHAPTER FOUR
Curt Reynolds ground out the remainder of his cigarette in an ashtray, then began to loosen his tie.
He had arrived home late from work. As an accountant, he was particularly busy at that time of the year getting returns ready. It was rapidly approaching the May 15th deadline, and as a reliable, highly successfully accountant, Curt had many individuals to take care of.
What with all the mental pressure that he had endured over the course of a trying day that had begun in his office at seven o'clock in the morning, he now felt as if he needed some kind of physical release. He removed his tie, then began to take off his shirt. He flexed his muscles, still proud of his physique as he looked over his lovely blond-haired wife Sally, who was stretched out inside the bed. Sally was reading a book while her husband focused his eyes on her.
Curt was still proud of his athletic physique. A short, stocky man with brown hair and neatly trimmed brown mustache, he had been a three-year varsity letterman as a center in college. He had been proud of his football days, and even now he maintained his athletic form through vigorous games of handball and tennis.
His wife, on the other hand, seemed to perpetually shrink from athletic activity. She preferred much quieter endeavors, and she enjoyed reading very much. She even took two night classes at a local college, to keep her mind alert, as she always put it.
Curt did not mind her concentrating on intellectual endeavors. Indeed, he was an intelligent man and kept very well abreast of current affairs. It was just that he thought she could also enhance her life by participating in more physical activities. The one physical activity that he couldn't seem to get enough of lately was screwing. He would seek sex from her on a basis she felt was all too frequent. Several times in the last few weeks, Sally had bluntly told her husband she thought he was terribly oversexed. He had replied on those occasions by telling her that he was under a good deal of pressure in the office. He explained that he hadn't even had much time to play tennis lately as he would like to, and that he needed some kind of physical release. As an active, very aggressive, highly physical individual, Curt needed his sex, and was constantly beseeching his wife to see things his way.
As Curt continued to undress, removing his T-shirt, then unbuttoning his belt, his, wife looked up from the book she was reading.
"I hope you're not tired tonight," Curt told her.
"Not really, but I'm not overwrought with energy either."
"I'd like a little action," Curt said.
"Darling, you're not gonna get into that again," she shook her head with disgust.
"You act like I'm gonna give you a fix of heroin or something," he shook his head disgustedly. "Don't you enjoy sex? Hell, you're not even forty years old. You're a beautiful woman, right in the prime of your life. And here you are acting like an old maid of ninety. Come on now, honey. Just give yourself a chance to have some fun. Let yourself go."
"I don't know. Sometimes I wonder about you, Curt."
She shrugged her shoulders, closing her book and placing it on a table nearby. She stretched out there on the bed, looking very seductive in her pink pajamas. Not that she was trying to. Quite the contrary. But the longer that Curt focused his eyes in her direction, the more he admired her. He observed every sleek outline of her beautiful body.
"You really look good," Curt told her. "You're some kind of woman."
"I wish I was the kind of woman you could let rest a little."
"Don't talk to me that way. I'm just a horny husband. Can you blame me for being turned on? You look lovely, honey. I like that gorgeous blonde hair. You know, it's perfectly radiant in the light. You're really put together beautiful, too.. I just like the shape of your tits and ass."
"No wonder the women's libbers are complaining," she shook her head. "I'm complaining myself. To think that I'm constantly being made a sex object."
"Not constantly. That's an overstatement. Just when I happen to be horny."
"That's constantly," she replied.
"No, it's not. If you boiled it down statistically to how many hours a week I fuck you, you'd find it's very little. You spend more time playing bridge with your friends at the club than you do fucking with me."
"So is there something wrong with my playing bridge?"
"Not at all. It's just that I think you should also reserve some time for fucking. After all, it can be a very beautiful and worthwhile activity. Don't you ever forget that."
"I don't have anything against fucking. It's just that you seem to want to do it too often. I realize I have to accommodate you."
By that time he had slipped off his shorts. He looked down at his huge, erect penis, and the longer that Curt observed it, the more he recognized he just had to have sex soon. He stood next to the bed.
"Is that all you can say about it?" he asked in surprise.
"What am I supposed to say?"
"It would be nice to hear you say something about how much you enjoy a good screw. Every healthy woman should, and you definitely look healthy."
"Maybe my mind is just kind of drifting more out of the sensual realm and more into the intellectual," she said. "I don't know. That's just the way I feel."
"Then it's up to me to make you feel a little different."
Curt threw his body inside the bed. He reached out and grabbed his wife, pulling her quickly toward him as he puckered up his lips and drove them forward toward hers. He pushed and plunged his lips against hers several times in quick succession, after which he removed them.
"That's what I call a nice kiss," he winked. "Now I think I'll shove my tongue inside your mouth, baby."
He pushed his tongue forward, permitting it to penetrate inside of his wife's mouth. Back and forth he eagerly twisted and turned his tongue, allowing it to slide inside her mouth. He worked it ever so quickly, letting it dart and stab against her tongue. A few seconds later, Curt released his tongue from his gorgeous wife's mouth.
He reached down and began to unbutton her pajamas. Ever so quickly he manipulated his fingers. He worked them with great speed and skill. A few moments later, Curt had removed Sally's pajama tops.
"Oh, damned, nothing beneath them but gorgeous tits," he exclaimed. "That's what I thought."
He reached out with both hands and let his fingers glide over her breasts. Every time that Curt touched her firm, lovely breasts, he became that much more enthralled. His fingers kept on working, driving steadily, clutching against her hot breasts as he worked with great skill and desire. A few moments later, Curt removed his fingers from her breasts. He wanted to reach down and grab the bottoms of her pajamas. Curt was convinced that since she wasn't wearing any bra beneath her pajama tops, that she was probably naked beneath her pajama bottoms. He wanted to observe her gorgeous cunt, the scintillating blonde pussy hairs gleaming ever so radiantly.
He reached down and clutched at her pajama bottoms. He pulled and tugged at them, sliding them down her legs. He kept on probing until he finally removed them. He then took them off, and as he did he recognized just how right his initial assumption had been. He looked at her beautiful pubic snatch, and recognized he just had to reach out and touch her mound.
He slid his right hand forward, permitting it to penetrate against her pubic snatch. He touched her snatch hairs alone in the beginning, then steadily began to work his fingers back and forth over her hot mound. The quicker that he rotated his fingers, the more rapidly that her hips began to swing. Even though Sally was not all that eager about being fucked by her husband, she couldn't help but react to the steady, swirling finger movements that he continued to employ as he drove them back and forth.
"Just keep your beautiful hips swinging," he laughed. "I like this kind of action, baby. I just love touching your snatch. This is great. This is what I call glorious sex activity."
Curt's fingers kept on gliding. He finally worked them inside of her pussy. He let his fingers tickle her clitoris. As her body began to shake more rapidly than before, he extended his movements throughout the rest of her pussy. As he kept on clutching and stabbing with his fingers, he worked himself and her into an ever-greater state of excitement. Even though Sally did not want to admit it, she could turn on when he provided her with the right kinds of strokes.
A few brisk, determined stabs later, Curt decided that he had to remove his fingers from her snatch.
"You liked it, I know you did," he said.
"I guess I can tolerate it anyway. Some of the sensations were nice."
"It's nothing you have to apologize over. You're just a wife reacting to your husband."
Curt slid his tongue forward. He allowed it to knife its way eagerly inside of her mouth. He slid his tongue in a devastating fashion, letting it continue to push and plunge against her tongue. He worked his tongue eagerly for several long seconds.
CHAPTER FIVE
Curt finished the French kiss.
His body was beginning to tingle with great excitation. He knew that pretty soon he just had to get his rocks off. He could feel the antagonizing itch in his expanding balls as he reached down with his left hand, letting his fingers work once more ever so soothingly against his lover's nest. Back and forth he let his fingers connect against her snatch. While he did so, her whole body was alive with great passion and satisfaction. Her hips kept swinging back and forth as he touched her pussy. His fingers kept on stroking eagerly, pushing and plunging with great skill against her hot mound. A few moments later, he removed his fingers from her pussy.
"Now I've just got to have you," he told her.
He reached out with both hands, letting his fingers glide against her breasts for a few strokes. Curt let his tongue plunge downward toward Sally's left tit. Back and forth his tongue made steady, fervent contact with her hot breast. He worked his tongue against it several times in rapid succession. Pretty soon he was letting his tongue assert itself with blinding speed, pushing and plunging against her hot tit. He eventually wound up plunging his tongue against her nipple. He worked his tongue for a few more seconds, then swiftly removed it. He began to slide it against her other breast.
With the same type of speed and skill, he put his tongue to work. He kept pushing and plunging with it against her breast. A few effective stabs later, he began working his tongue against her nipple, letting it ease ever so cautiously at first, then gradually stepping up the pace until he was asserting it with the greatest amount of speed possible.
When he removed his tongue from her breast, he reached down and toyed with her pussy a few more times. He stroked her snatch, then released his fingers from it.
Curt reached out with both hands and grabbed her buttocks. He clutched at them ever so sharply, and as he held on he pushed his penis forward. He was going to let it assert ever so quickly inside of her mound.
"Here we go," he told her. "I'm gonna turn my cock loose. I'm gonna fuck your hot mound. I'm gonna bring myself off. Damned, it was a rough day, but you know, with a nice fuck like this to look forward to, it was worth it. I'm gonna slide my hot dick inside your mound. I'm gonna really pepper you with it."
Curt began to move his fingers up and down his wife's thighs. He observed the way that Sally's curvaceous body was beginning to move back and forth. He could see that she was starting to anticipate the swift, fervent cock strokes that he would be generating inside of her pussy.
He heaved a deep sigh, then shoved his cock forward. He pushed it inside of his lover's mound. Ever so quickly he began to work his cock, letting it assert with brisk, skillful determination as it made its way back and forth inside of her hot snatch, working with every bit of passion and joy that he could bring into his being. His cock kept on clutching and grabbing as it worked its way inside of her hot pussy. With skillful desire he asserted it, plunging forward inside her hot snatch as he worked himself that much nearer to the point of cli- Curt began to breathe more heavily than before. His whole body started coming unglued.
He stepped up his pace, sliding his sizzling cock ever deeper inside her pussy. While he kept on penetrating his spear, working it deep inside her hot snatch, he let his hips and ass cheeks wiggle. Curt was letting himself go and enjoying every bit of it.
Even though he was feeling a little downhearted over his wife's lack of appreciation for what he considered to be a worthwhile pursuit, he was trying not to let that affect him as he fucked her. He threw caution to the wind and forgot about what was happening before as Curt kept guiding his sturdy tool ever deeper inside her snatch. Ever so quickly he kept at it, grinding his pecker into her, slamming it sharply as he worked himself ever nearer to orgasm.
"This is my kind of fuck," he told her. "I really love it. I love sticking my dick inside you. This is so great. Yes, just keep twisting your body. Come on, baby. Let's enjoy every bit of this together."
He reached out and slapped at her buttocks. He held into them sharply, clutching her hot ass cheeks as his long, hard, ever-sturdy penis kept spearing her. Back and forth he kept driving his tool, slamming it hard inside her pussy, working himself that much nearer to the moment of orgasm. He could feel the juices heating up inside him. With the utmost of effective strides, he kept steering his cock into her, plunging it as deeply as he knew how as he pushed himself that much closer. His hard, piston-like rod kept on ramming her, slamming repeatedly inside of her pussy as he worked himself toward a satisfying climax.
"Here we go," he said eagerly. "I'm really fucking you now. This is so great. I love every bit of this. This is the best kind of screwing a guy can get. I'm gonna bring it off, honey. Yes, I am. The juices are gonna spurt. They're really gonna spray from my dick. This is so groovy. This is my kind of wonderful fucking."
As Curt wound his way ever nearer to the point of orgasm, he reached out with both hands and slapped at her buttocks. He slapped repeatedly, then clutched her ass cheeks. As he held on for dear life, he gritted his teeth and realized just how closely he was drawing to the point of climax. So he kept on ramming his tool, slamming his tool that much deeper into her pussy.
A few strokes later, he knew, the juices would be spraying. They would be spilling diligently from his tool and inside her hot mound.
He kept blasting forward. He hit her with everything that he had, providing himself with every measure of cock satisfaction as his tool kept winding its way inside her mound. A few strokes later, the juices just had to spray.
Curt's heart kept thumping as he worked his dick ever so sturdily inside of his lovely wife's mound. He rammed his penis sharply, happy to recognize that her cunt had remained tight through the years. He rammed her a few more times, then held on for dear life against her thighs. He knew that the juices would soon be streaming out of the end of his spear and he was awaiting that splendid moment with great glee- So he kept on letting his cock ram hard into her, driving it with sturdy desire inside her pussy.
"Here we go," Curt said. "I'm really plunging it. I'm gonna juice. The cock juices are gonna spurt from my dick. Get ready to receive them."
He slapped at his wife's buttocks several times, then rammed his tool even more sharply inside of her mound. A few swift, decisive strokes later, the juices started to bolt from his tool. He heaved a deep sigh as he watched the thick gooey stream spurt inside of her hot snatch.
"Baby doll, what a fuck," he said. "Damned, you're really tight. I'm enjoying every second of it."
His hips kept winding back and forth as the juices sprayed from his tool. He removed his penis from her mound a few seconds later, then got up from the bed. He stretched his body, looking down at her and smiling.
"I guess I'll go back to my reading now," she said, turning over and picking up the book. "I'll read for a few more minutes before turning in."
"Is that all you can think of after a fuck?" he asked, obviously showing his irritation.
"What's the matter with that? I gave you your screw, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did, but I got the feeling that the whole thing was carried out under protest."
"Perhaps I was protesting a little. I just don't like to be fucked all the time."
"I don't screw you all the time. Most of the time I'm at work. Slaving away so that you can have a happy, comfortable home."
"Please, dear. I don't want to get into a long argument with you."
"All right, I'm not trying to argue. It's just that I don't want you to tell me that I'm too demanding of you sexually."
"Say whatever you like. Think whatever you like. I'd just like a little peace and quiet right now."
He watched as she picked up the book and began to read it. He reached down and slid his shorts up his legs. He would be getting ready for bed now. He would clean the sperm off from his cock, and also from his legs, where some of it spurted.
As he let the water splash against his body, Curt kept thinking about all that his wife had said. It frustrated him no end to think that she didn't feel any more sensitively disposed toward screwing than she did. He had wanted badly for her to react in a completely empathetic manner with him. He had wanted her to love the act of fucking every bit as much as he did.
CHAPTER SIX
Since Mindy had indicated an accommodating desire toward Hal, he felt that he could extract more in the way of sexual satisfaction from her.
The rest of the week the fond memories of that evening in the Pinto flashed through his mind. He kept recalling how delightful it had been to slam his penis ever so eagerly and relentlessly inside of her hot pussy until every droplet of his juice had bolted.
He talked to her at school on Friday, seeking to find out how they could get together for that weekend. Since Mindy seemed a lot more willing, he felt as if his worries were behind him.
She called him on Saturday morning, suggesting a rendezvous at her house in the afternoon.
"Nobody will be here," she giggled. "My mother is going out shopping with a friend, and my dad's got a golfing date. This is swell. The two of us will be all alone."
"That's my idea of an enjoyable afternoon," Hal laughed.
"Then come right on over at one-thirty. We ought to have ourselves quite a time of it."
"Yes, this should be very enjoyable."
A few hours later, Hal showed up at Mindy's house. The two lovers walked into the bedroom, then eagerly began to remove their clothes. Every time that Hal looked over at Mindy, his cock became that much harder as he observed her ever closer to the state of total, uninhibited nudity. When she slipped off her bra, he looked at her hot pendulous boobs, wishing he could reach out and touch them. He knew he could, but he would wait for her to get everything off. A few seconds later she reached down with both hands and began to clutch at her panties. She moved her fingers down them, sliding them ever so eagerly as she slid them down her warm legs. Pretty soon she stepped out of them altogether, and at that point he was ready for some beautiful action.
He reached down and slid his fingers up and down his penis. He watched her as she stretched out and extended her body in bed. He threw his body downward into the bed with her. He slid his fingers down between her legs, letting them manipulate against her hot mound. Ever so eagerly he asserted himself, letting his fingers push ever so convincingly against her hot snatch. He worked his, fingers with great willingness, letting them push and plunge against her warm, invigorated cunt flesh.
When he finally removed them from her hot snatch, he reached out with both hands and grabbed her breasts.
"I loved it in the car, but this is even better," he sighed. "We're both naked and we've got this huge bed to roll around in."
"You're right. It's more romantic."
"That's right. Baby, am I gonna turn you every way but loose."
"Go ahead, honey. I'm ready to learn from you. I might have been scared in the beginning, but I wasn't gonna stay scared for long. Not with a wonderful, handsome guy like you around."
"That's great to hear. I'm all for more of this kind of delicious action."
His fingers kept on clutching and stabbing against her warm, invigorated breasts. The longer and faster that he plunged his fingers against her warm tits, the more aroused she became. She began to work her hips back and forth, and pretty soon her breasts were dancing as well. That caused him to let his fingers dig in even deeper as he stabbed with them, grabbing at her warm tits. A few convincing finger stabs later, he removed, his fingers from her tits. He was ready to plunge his tongue against her left breast.
He sank his tongue downward ever so rapidly, letting it push and plunge against her warm tit. As he worked his tongue, Hal moved his fingers downward toward her ass cheeks. He let his fingers push and stab against the warm, hot ass flesh. Ever so eagerly he approached her, letting his fingers glide so desirously against her buttocks. He removed his tongue from one breast a few strokes later, soon letting it go to work on the other. His tongue kept on dancing, and as it did her whole inspired body kept rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down on the bed as she enjoyed every stimulating tongue stab that he sent her way. "Just keep your beautiful tongue moving," she sighed. "I like your action."
Once that Hal had succeeded in leaving a trail of saliva over both breasts, he reached out and slid his tongue between her breasts. He worked his tongue with great skill and desire against the shadowy valley which separated Mindy's pendulous breasts. He had the desire to suck as much of her as he possibly could before launching into the act of fucking her with his cock.
His tongue kept grinding up and down, working skillfully between her breasts as he enjoyed every stabbing thrust. When he removed his tongue from that erogenous area, he began to slide the fingers of his left hand against her pussy. He touched her warm mound, observing that there was already plenty of moisture there. He wanted to take advantage of a good thing, so Hal kept on plunging with his fingers, sliding them back and forth against her mound.
"That's great," she said. "Keep your fingers sliding. Really work them."
Back and forth he worked his fingers with steady sliding. Really work them."
Back and forth he worked his fingers with steady determination. Her whole body kept rocking back and forth, responding to the swift, vigorous finger stabs that he directed her way.
When Hall finally removed his fingers from her slit, he decided that he just had to start fucking her. He wanted to sink his huge, elongated prick inside her mound. He felt a compulsion to let his cock grind and stab inside her beautiful pussy. He would not feel a moment's relaxation until every droplet of his penis fluid had exploded inside of her mound.
He shoved his cock forward, and as he did, he reached out and grabbed at her legs. He extended them, looking down at her gorgeous pubic mound. He licked his lips with great sexual anticipation, then decided that it was time to sink his penis down between them and inside of her hot mound.
He pushed his cock inside of her pussy, gliding it against her snatch. Back and forth he kept on stabbing his tool, working it with relentless desire inside of her snatch. With great eagerness he plunged away, permitting his tool to sink ever deeper into her pussy. Hal was beginning to observe just how quickly Mindy was starting to acclimate herself to sex. The first time she had been stiff in the early stages of the act, barely reacting at all. But now her body was developing a certain fluid motion. Her hips kept on twisting back and forth as he sustained his steady, grinding pace, working his cock ever so deeply inside of her hot mound. Ever so effectively he kept on plunging, pushing his eager tool deep inside her snatch. All the while he was driving himself that much closer to orgasm.
His prick kept on shoving, pushing that much deeper into her mound. He liked the way that her hips were beginning to wiggle, and Hal decided that he could do plenty to urge her along even more. So he reached out with both hands, letting his fingers sink against her but- tocks. While he held onto her hot ass cheeks, he let his continue to grind and stab inside of her pussy. Back and forth he kept driving his tool, letting it slide inside her burning snatch as he ground it ever deeper into her and pushed himself that much closer to a -devastating orgasm.
"Are you ever some fuck," he said. "Just keep those beautiful hips of your moving. I really love sending my dick inside you. This is my kind of fucking."
His breath began to come in short, puffy gasps as Hal kept up his movements. His penis kept on driving ever so superbly, hammering hard into her hot snatch as he pushed himself that much nearer to the point of climax.
A few stiff strokes later, the juices were ready to spill from the end of his tool. He could feel the mounting tension in his loins as he kept on sending his jackhammer cock ever deeper into her mound, grinding it with superb 'grace and energy as he plunged it with great zeal inside of her snatch.
"This is my kind of action," he exclaimed. "Just let yourself go, baby. Relax. I dig this kind of fucking. I'm gonna keep slamming my dick into you. This is what I call great sex."
A few thrusting, grinding cock stabs later, the juices were ready to explode out of the end of his long hard cock. He heaved a deep sigh.
his body shuddering wildly as the first few droplets of semen began to spill out of the end of his lengthy instrument. Back and forth his cock kept on pushing and plunging, and all the while he sustained his pace, enjoying every fervent stab as he moved that much nearer to the end of his orgasm.
It gave him a great feeling of accomplishment to observe the droplets of "semen continuing to ooze out of the end of his tool. Ever so tenaciously he kept up his steady, grinding stabs, plunging his tool into her for a few strokes more as the last few drops of penis fluid shot from his dick.
When it was all over, he took his penis out of her mound and stretched out next to her on the bed. He looked down at his cock, happy that it had gone down very little. He reached out with his right hand, beginning to slide his fingers up and down his tool.
"I love touching my dick," he told her. "This is what I call stimulation. I'm gonna get it back up there to where it was before. It didn't go down much, and I don't need to encourage it along that much more."
A few stabbing finger movements later, Hal removed his fingers from his dick.
"You reach out and touch it," he told her. "Come on, darling, just let your fingers go to work against my prick. Really let your fingers stab. Let them go to work, darling. Really put them to the test. Grind your fingers against my penis."
While he continued to supply encouragement, Mindy heaved a deep sigh, then reached out with both hands. She let her fingers grip hard against the base of his dick.
"Just move your fingers up and down," he called out eagerly. "You know how to jerk a guy's cock. You know how to make a man happy. You made me so happy with that last cunt fuck. So you can make me happy again with your finger stabs."
Her fingers began to work sturdily as they plunged and stabbed against his hard rod. Ever so eagerly she let them fly against his warm, hard instrument. The quicker that she let her fingers go, the more he enjoyed it. His Whole body began to slide and sway from the steady, determined efforts that her fingers put forward.
"Now you can let your fingers go to work on my balls," he said. "Just let them slide, baby. I really like your kind of action. Come on, sweetheart. Really finger my nuts."
His whole body began to spin, thrusting back and forth under the steady, eager movements that she supplied. Her fingers kept on stabbing with great precision, driving ever so eagerly against his testicles. A few strokes later, he felt as if it was time for some sucking action to proceed.
"Start sliding your tongue against my balls," he told her eagerly. "Come on, baby. Just let your tongue go. Really let it move. Plunge it against my balls."
Mindy slid her tongue downward toward his balls. She worked her tongue with great inspiration and desire, doing all that she could to please her lover. He nodded his head, smiling eagerly toward her as she kept on asserting her tongue, letting it plunge and stab against his hot balls.
"Keep it going," he said. "I like the rhythm. I like the pace you're setting. Just keep your tongue moving a little faster. Come on, you can't go too fast for me. I want to go off. I want to go off in your mouth. You're gonna have a nice mouthful of sperm when you get through."
A few dedicated tongue stabs later, Hal realized that it was time to start receiving some solid tongue action against his cock. His balls had been satisfied through her steady, fervent tongue stabs, and now he wanted her to go to work on his penis. He wanted her to run her tongue up and down his long firm pole until every drop of cock juice had sprayed from the end of his dick.
"Honey, go to work on my cock now," he said.
All of the sudden Mindy's tongue efforts against his balls came to a grinding halt. She removed her tongue from his testicles, then looked up at him.
"I've never done that to a man before," she said. "I've never sucked anybody off."
"Then now's the time for you to learn," he grinned. "You'll love it, darling. All you've got to do is get used to it. Just one thing, make sure you swallow the juice. It's much too precious to waste. When it starts spraying out of the end of your tool, I want you to make a special effort. Can you do that for me?"
"I guess so, but I'm a little afraid."
"What's there to be afraid of? Certainly not me."
"I'm a little afraid because I'm trying something I've never done before."
"That's nothing to be afraid of. It's something to rejoice over. To think that you've never done anything this exciting before. It's high time that you got to work with your tongue. It's about time that you learn just how to grind it over a hot cock. As a matter of fact, I'll give you special direction. I'll see to it that my cock gets just the right kind of attention from you. I want you to suck it off properly. I want you to really run it up and down the full length of my hard spear."
"Okay, so I get the point," she acknowledged with a nod.
"Get down and suck the tip of it," he told her. "I want you to go real slow at first. You can work into it. Come on, darling."
She nodded. Mindy reached out and grabbed the base of her lover's penis. As she held onto it for support, she reached down and began to slide her tongue along the tip of his hard rod. She worked her tongue ever so slowly, gliding it over the tip of his pecker. She made certain that she never went quickly. She was getting used to it, and he was enjoying that particular type of activity. He did not want her to suck him too fast in the beginning. He wanted to savor every moment of this second orgasm, which he was certain would be a tremendously fulfilling one.
"I like the way your tongue's working," he nodded. "I'd have to give you an A for effort thus far, dear. So just keep your tongue moving. Slide it real slow. Let it tickle my cock. I like the way it's working over the tip of it. That's the way to do it. Excite me. Come on, dear, I want you to really excite me."
Mindy was beginning to relax a little. It took her a little while to get acclimated to the act of cock sucking, but now she was beginning to make headway. Her tongue kept on penetrating against the tip of his cock, and now, ever so instinctively, she began to grind it more quickly than before. Back and forth her tongue probed with searching determination and grace. Her head began to bob as she started putting more into her efforts, continuing to work her tongue back and forth against his cock.
"Very good," he said. "Now I wish you'd start to slide your tongue up and down the rest of my cock. Work it kind of slow in the beginning. Get used to it, just like you did the base of my dick. Besides, I get a lot of thrills out of that kind of suck myself. I really enjoy it. So go to it, honey. Really grind your tongue. Come on, make all kinds of beautiful love to me."
Soon her tongue was beginning to assert itself more quickly than before. She worked it up and down his long, hard spear. Up and down she slid it as her head bobbed. She enjoyed the stimulating strokes that she supplied. Even though he was instructing her to go slowly, she started to work her tongue more quickly. He was not about to tell her to slow down. Not when the waves of sexual exhilaration were flowing inside his body to the extent that they were.
"I like that," he sighed. "Just keep your tongue going. Baby doll, you're really learning. Yes, indeed, you're a natural cock sucker. It's like you're an old pro and have been doing it for a long time."
In order to provide her with additional stimulation, Hal reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks. He ground his fingers into them tightly, pinching them sharply while her tongue kept on sliding up and down the full length of his spear. Her head kept bobbing, and all the while, as she sucked his huge dick, he felt that much more excitement. He was enjoying the steady, stimulating pace that she was asserting.
Mindy kept on working her tongue up and down Hal's penis.
At first it had been difficult for her to adjust to the act of cock sucking. It was something new, and it had frightened her a little. But as she kept up her swift, determined tongue stabs, she propelled her lover ever nearer to the point of orgasm. She actually began to enjoy the act of employing her tongue against his hot rigid prick, and as she shoved it up and down his long, hard instrument, she moved him that much closer to the point of a stimulating juice stream.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Just keep it working," Hal kept encouraging. "Run your tongue with everything you've got. Go ahead. Slide it. Come on, bring me off. Your tongue works so beautifully. I like the way you slide it up and down my hot prick. You're gonna bring me off, darling. I love your type of action. I like the way you're shoving your tongue against my rod;" A few hot, thrusting strokes later, the juices were about to shoot from the end of Hal's spear. His body kept twisting as she asserted her tongue, driving it with skillful desire against his cock. He knew that there was no way he could hold out for much longer in the face of that kind of fantastic, assertive pressure.
"Pour everything you've got into those strokes," he told her. "You're really gonna bring me off. I want you to swallow the stuff. Just suck with everything you've got, baby. Swallow the hot droplets. Go ahead and do it. Every drop. Yes, lover. Come on, swallow the thick white cream. Gulp it down. I want you to."
She kept up her sucking at a dizzying pace. Her head bobbed up and down and her hair flailed in the breeze as she sucked him, driving Hal that much closer to the brink of a fantastic climax. A few steady, driving tongue strokes later, Hal had been propelled all the way. He was about set to unleash every droplet of cock juice from his hot tool. She sucked him several more times, after which the first few droplets of sperm began to bolt from the end of his cock.
"Hold on," he told her. "Steady yourself, baby. Don't panic. If you do, you'll be spitting the stuff out. I don't want you to spit it out. I want you to swallow every beautiful drop of the stuff. Come on, baby doll. Go ahead, honey. Eat it. Eat every drop of my cock juice."
His cock plunged forward with great desire and exhilaration as the streams of cum shot uninhibitedly inside of her mouth. It kept on spraying ever so voluminously, and as it spilled into her, she swallowed with great delight. She actually had learned to enjoy it.
The first few times she gulped hard and almost gagged on it, but his stirring messages prompted her to do her very best. She kept sucking, allowing the droplets of cock juice to spill into her mouth. A few seconds later, she removed her tongue from his penis. She gulped hard.
"That's what I call a good suck," he looked at her and winked. "By damned, you were good. And considering it was your first time. That's really something, baby."
"I wanted to do it just right. I wanted to make you happy."
"That's good. I'm glad that I'm with somebody who's so damned considerate. I've got to give you a big kiss for that."
He leaned forward and threw his arms around her body. Hal let his arms cling to his beautiful lover's back. He held on, and as he did, his lips came crashing down on Mindy's.
As the two lovers embraced and kissed, Curt Reynolds stepped inside the house. He was a little miffed over the fact that his friend had not shown up for the golfing date. He'd had a few drinks at the bar, after which he had received a call from his friend, notifying him that he had car trouble and would not be able to play. After that Curt had one more drink, upon which he decided to go home.
As he stepped inside the house, he thought he heard some strange sounds coming from his daughter's bedroom. He had seen young Hal's car parked at the curb. He had been suspicious of Hal for quite some time, fearing as a protective father is inclined to do, that the young man was seeking to take undue liberties with his young girl.
He stepped quickly toward the bedroom. As he heard the sounds of murmuring, he became fearful that his worst fears were being confirmed. He stepped inside the room and observed Hal, his head down between Mindy's gorgeous legs, beginning to work his tongue against her vagina. Mindy was stretched out on her back, sighing and gasping.
Curt's first impulse was to burst inside the room and slug young Hal. After watching for a few moments-, however, he became intrigued over what was happening.
He closed the door ever so slightly, leaving it partially open, as it had been before. He was awe-struck by what he was observing. He hadn't realized just how much of a voluptuous young woman his daughter had turned into during the past few months. He could see that she had truly grown up before his very eyes. So fast, in fact, that he hadn't even noticed the progressions. But there she was, lying there on her back, her hips swinging back and forth as she received the steady, affirmative tongue stabs from her lover.
Hal had wanted to do something to excite Mindy all the more. After all, he thought, she had been willing to let him fuck her pussy and then had consented to suck his cock. He felt that he definitely owed her something. He wanted to provide her with some excitement, and felt that the best way he could think of at that moment was through eating her mound.
So there he was, his tongue resting in her hot crotch, sliding against her slippery mound. The faster that her body responded to his steaming tongue movements, the more worked up Curt found himself becoming. He felt a little guilty for standing there and watching the action like a voyeur. If he'd really been that intent upon performing his fatherly duty, he thought, he would burst right in on young Hal and break up the activity right then. The more he thought about it, though, the more he realized that it would be grossly unfair of him to slug the young man. After all, as the saying went, it took two to tango. It appeared that his gorgeous Mindy was anything but reluctant over the prospect of having her pussy lining eaten out by her handsome young friend.
As a matter of fact, now she had her eyes open and Curt could observe the gleam in them as her body kept dancing. She enjoyed every thrusting stroke that Hal sent her way, and all the while he was pushing her that much closer to orgasm.
"Keep it up, baby," she sighed softly. "I really love the way your tongue's working. Keep it sliding inside my mound. I want you to eat me."
Even though Curt was getting turned on by watching his lovely daughter Mindy getting sucked out by her handsome friend, he also felt a certain tinge of frustration. The frustration stemmed from the knowledge that his own sex life was nearing a calamitous point. He wanted consistent sex from his wife, who seemed very reluctant at best when it came to pleasing him. He longed for somebody who thought about fucking in the way that his daughter Mindy obviously did. He could tell from the way that her hips were rolling and from the smile that eased across her entire face just how much she was enjoying the act of sex.
She kept on receiving the swift tongue stabs from her lover, and as Hal kept pushing and pressing his tongue deeper inside her box, she found herself proceeding that much closer to the point of orgasm.
Hal had a sixth sense when it came to any aspect of screwing. He could tell from the way that she was reacting just how closely she was drawing to the point of climax, so as he began to recognize just that much more how far she had advanced, his tongue went to work that much quicker. He slid it back and forth inside of her searing mound, and as he did, her body began to bounce up and down on the bed.
By that point, as Curt listened to the sounds of heavy breathing coming from his daughter, he felt compelled to reach down and unzip his trousers. His heart beat furiously as his trembling fingers reached inside his trousers. Pretty soon they were clutching inside his shorts and grabbing hold of his cock. He worked his fingers smoothly up and down the full length of his huge, rigid prong. Back and forth he slid his fingers, exciting himself with every swift, decisive effort. All the while his eyes remained fixed on what was happening inside the bed. His lovely daughter kept on receiving the swift, jolting tongue stabs from her lover as she worked that much closer to an explosion.
"Keep me going," she sighed with mounting passion. "Run your tongue inside me." He kept on sending it ever so deeply inside her joy hole, twisting it with wild anticipation as he propelled her ever closer to that great, dramatic moment of orgasm. A few brisk stabs later, she was unable to withstand the pace any longer. The juices were ready to spray from her hot mound. Mindy's legs twisted back and forth, and as Curt examined them, then her cunt, he realized just how much she was turning him on. As a matter of fact, he became so embarrassed over that recognition that he removed his fingers suddenly from his hard cock. He let them tremble at his sides as Hal thoroughly finished the job. As reluctant as he was to have to admit it, Curt couldn't help but notice how good, a job Hal was doing as he kept pressing his tongue against his daughter's mound. A few strokes later, Mindy's body began to tremble. As it did, so did Curt's. He Was overwhelmed over what he was observing.
"Baby, I'm getting ready to unload," Mindy told him. "I'm gonna juice. Here come the juices. They're gonna spill from me. This is gonna be so nice. It's gonna be just beautiful."
Her hips wildly twisted as the pussy juices began to bolt from her mound. Back and forth her body shook. Curt recognized how close he was to juicing. At one point he had to turn his head away, since otherwise he feared that the spurting droplets of cock lava would be shooting from his tool.
It embarrassed Curt to realize just how excited he was over watching his own daughter have sex with a young man. As he watched Hal gobble up every droplet of his desserts, he trembled. Then Hal removed his tongue.
Curt figured that the strategic moment had arrived to burst in on them. He slipped his still-hard penis back into his trousers. He zipped up rapidly, then tried to psyche himself into letting his penis go limp. He was afraid of the fact that it might stay up there all too long.
He moved quickly toward the bedroom. As he walked inside the room, his daughter immediately spotted him. Her hand went over her mouth to suppress the start of a scream. Her eyes widened. "What the hell's the matter?" Hal asked.
All Mindy had to do was point. Hal's head jerked around and he came face-to-face with Curt, who eyed him with smoldering anger.
"You son-of-a-bitch," Curt said, never once raising his voice. "Taking advantage of my little girl."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm, honest, Mr. Reynolds," Hal said. "You bastard."
"Daddy, I can explain," Mindy began to sob. "Blame me if you're gonna blame anybody. I put him up to it. I wanted him to do it"
"Don't listen to her," Hal replied emotionally. "It was my doing, sir. Please forgive me, Mr. Reynolds. I didn't mean it. I really didn't"
"The quicker you get dressed and get your ass out of here, the better it's gonna be for you," Curt said. "I try not to be a man of violence, but sometimes I'm pushed too far. This is one of those times, young man."
"I'm sorry." he said meekly.
Hal's face turned chalk white and his whole body was shaking as he got up from the bed.
Mindy was so shocked over all that had happened that she just buried her head in her hands and sobbed. She was ashamed at having been discovered by her father, and ashamed for the fact that her friend Hal had been subjected to such an embarrassment.
She never looked up. A few minutes later, Hal had finished dressing. He walked quickly from the room.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
Curt never said anything. As a matter of fact, his eyes weren't even turning in Hal's direction as he left. They were focused squarely on his beautiful young daughter.
Curt waited until he heard the sound of the front door close. He then sat down on the edge of the bed, just a scant few inches away from his lovely daughter.
"If you want to make something of yourself in life, Mindy, you don't go around acting like a whore," he said.
"I feel something for him, dad. I'm sorry. I really am."
"Hell, you're too damned young to know what you feel," Curt shook his head disgustedly. "Don't tell me any of that stuff. All I can say is that I'm very disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry."
"I have nothing more to say. Just one thing, though. I wouldn't bring that young man around here again if I were you. The next time I might wind up really losing my temper."
"I won't," she said.
"Then I guess you've learned one lesson from this."
She was still sobbing as Curt left the room. He noticed that as he walked toward the den, where he hoped he could lose himself in a little television, his cock was starting to harden again. It bothered him greatly. He could think of only one thing-his daughter had made such an impression on him that he was extra horny.
Curt tried to look at television, but could not keep his mind on it. After all, he had just been through a crisis with his daughter. It would be hours before his wife would be home, and he decided to go back to Mindy's room.
Curt walked briskly toward her room, then knocked on her door.
"What is it?" Mindy asked in a trembling tone "I'd like to come in and talk to you."
"I don't feel like talking." "Honey, whatever I try and do for you, it's for your own good. It might be difficult for you to believe that, but that happens to be the truth. Now I would like to come in."
"All right, but I don't feel much like talking."
"I understand you've been through a lot. It's not my intention to bug you."
Curt walked into Mindy's room, closing the door behind him. He had a tense expression on his face as he sat down next to her on the bed.
It was then that Curt recognized the full measure of his desire for young Mindy. The longer he looked at her, the harder that his cock became.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Curt sat there next to Mindy, she finally managed to brush the tears away.
"That's it," he managed a faint smile. "Just try and relax, darling."
The next thing Curt knew, he was reaching out with his right hand and sliding his fingers over his daughter's forehead. He touched her forehead, then her nose. He finally worked his fingers over the rest of her face, after which he touched her smooth, ruby-red lips.
"You really do look beautiful," Curt said. "I can see how any young man would be wild about you. That's only natural. But you've got to exercise more willpower, honey. A guy like this can be terrible for you."
"Why is that, dad? I think he's awfully nice."
"Sure, guys like that know how to sweet talk a girl when they want to go to bed with her," he said sarcastically.
"Why do you hate him?"
"I don't hate him."
"It sure sounds like you do."
Her statement stopped Curt short momentarily. As he thought about the consequences of her accusation, he realized that there was more than a tiny measure of truth in it. He kept thinking about how much he thought of her. He finally recognized that a lot of his intensity and anger toward Hal resulted from his own desire for Mindy.
As his eyes traveled downward, he observed first her beautiful voluptuous breasts, and then her long, sleek legs. He remembered how beautiful her legs had looked as they had flipped back and forth under the steady impetus of her lover's swift tongue stabs.
The next thing Curt knew, his instincts were taking possession of him. He reached down with both hands and began sliding his fingers over his daughter's voluptuous tits.
"You have such lovely breasts," he said in no more than a whisper. "I think the world of you, darling. But a kid like Hal. Hell, he's not good enough for you. You deserve better. You deserve the best. You don't need a kid, you need a man."
"But he's one year older than I am."
"That's not the point. He's not a man. You've got to wait for the right guy. Honey, believe me when I tell you I think more of you than anybody else. I'm trying to help you."
At that point Curt's fingers began to tensely squeeze his daughter's hot breasts. He kept on gliding his fingers against them. Back and forth he steadily manipulated his fingers against her hot tits, and as he did, nature began to take hold. He observed the way that Mindy's body started to rhythmically swing with every finger stab that he generated. He recalled having seen the same movements when he had seen Hal working his tongue conscientiously against her pussy. He could see that it would be possible for him to excite his young daughter. The only question was whether he should. At that point he could hardly do otherwise. His instincts were totally seizing possession of him as he continued to slide his fingers against her breasts, stroking ever so quickly against her hot tits.
"I love touching you," he said. "This is what I call heaven. You've got such lovely breasts. You're so much more receptive than your mother, dear."
"What's wrong with mom?"
"She just doesn't understand a man's needs.
Not in the way that you do. You're so lovely. Honey, I want to touch you. I want to touch your hot tits."
His fingers went back to work against his lover's breasts. Ever so eagerly he pushed his fingers against them, clutching and stabbing at her hot tits while he stroked her. A few moments later, he removed his fingers from her breasts.
Ever so instinctively, he directed his right hand down her left leg. He loved touching her firm, creamy skin.
"You're put together so beautifully," he told her softly. "I can see why any guy would be wild about you. I know I'm sure tempted. Tempted so hard that I can't possibly resist."
While Curt's heart pounded inexorably, he let his fingers finally go to work against his daughter's snatch. Back and forth he let them manipulate against her pussy. He started slowly, then began to assert them with ever-greater rapidity. Pretty soon his fingers were working back and forth with greater zeal than ever. He let them continue to collide with her pussy. Ever so eagerly he asserted himself, driving his fingers against her hot mound as the excitement generated within every particle of her body.
Her body began to slide back and forth with great eagerness as his fingers kept on working, driving with great sensation against her pussy.
"I need to lick it," he said. "I need it more than your friend did."
"I understand, dad," Mindy sighed. "Go down on me. I'm ready for it."
"I need to dominate a woman," he told her. "With your mother, it's too big a hassle. I'm always arguing with her. I can sometimes get what I want, but I don't like having to put up with all that nonsense. With you there isn't gonna be any of that, baby. I can see it. You're so willing. I love you for it."
"Go ahead, dad. You can eat my box. Come on and suck me. Just run your tongue inside my mound."
"That's so sweet of you, my dear. All right, we'll keep it going. We'll keep up all of the beautiful action together."
He reached down and grabbed his young daughter's buttocks. For a second it felt funny to him to be touching his daughter's curvaceous ass cheeks, but those feelings soon gave way to more erotic sensations. He recognized that he just had to excite his young daughter in a meaningful way, and that meant pushing and pressing his tongue deep inside her pussy.
He slipped his tongue down between her legs and let it slide against her box. Back and forth he began to work it, driving it with piston-like skill against her snatch. She noticed that he was starting his action in an even swifter manner than had Hal. He wanted to get her off quickly, to enjoy every spirited sensation that he could from her. Back and forth his tongue kept on wielding, stabbing with lightning precision against her hot mound as he propelled her that much closer to orgasm. His tongue kept working, shoving deep inside her box, propelling eagerly against her pussy.
"You tongue is burning me up," she said. "I can't help but feel the sensations from every stabbing move. Keep driving it. Work it, dad. I really need it. I need those movements you're giving me. Gosh, damned, it feels so good."
While Curt kept on conscientiously sliding his tongue inside of his daughter's mound, he slapped at her buttocks. He held onto her firm ass cheeks, letting his tongue continue to assert itself as her hips kept wiggling back and forth. She was enjoying the sturdy, determined tongue strokes that he was letting loose.
A few captivating strokes later, he was about set to unleash his fury. He let his fingers drop down from her buttocks to her legs. His fingers caressed her thighs for a few strokes, then worked downward toward her ankles. Up and down he continued to maneuver with his fingers, bringing her ever closer to the point of an exhilarating, passionate orgasm.
"Bring me off," she said. "I love every stroke, dad. It's so nice. I like what you're doing for me."
Curt kept moving his tongue ever so nimbly, pushing her that much closer to orgasm. His tongue kept twisting and turning, spinning with great desire and determination into her box. A few captivating strokes later, he knew that he was just about ready to bring her off. So he kept on working, driving his tongue, pushing it even more rapidly than before as he prepared to bring her to a satisfying orgasm.
Her hips continued to dance, and a few swift tongue stabs later, the juices bolted from her mound. He ever so graciously received them, swallowing them in a matter of seconds, then suddenly removing his tongue from her pussy.
"That I absolutely loved," he said.
As Mindy lay there and rested momentarily, Curt got up quickly from the bed. He began to rapidly remove his clothes. As he unbuckled his belt, then undid his trousers, he could see just how hard his penis was. He felt the tenacious waves of excitement bristling through his cock as he got ready to show it to her all its nude glory.
Mindy's eyes were alertly focused in the direction of his huge penis. She liked the looks of his erection, and as he stepped out of his trousers, he reached down and grabbed his shorts. One swift, decisive tug later, he pulled off his shorts. He looked down at his huge, erect phallus.
"I like the size of my dick," he looked at his daughter and smiled.
"It looks great."
"Sure it does. You know why? It wants to please you. It wants to satisfy you very much, my dear."
"It looks terrific."
"I wonder if you're up to reaching out and jerking on it" "I sure am."
"You know, that's not your mother's bag. She doesn't go for that at all."
"I'm sorry she won't do more for you."
"So am I, but I guess that's just the way that it goes."
As she lay there stretched out on the bed, Curt reached out and tugged at his penis. Up and down he smoothly manipulated his fingers over it for a few strokes.
When Curt finally withdrew his fingers from his dick, he slid his body ever so slowly into bed with Mindy. He reached out with his left leg and let it touch her leg. He liked the smooth contact, and it caused his whole body, to twitch. She was exciting him no end. All he had to do was touch her and the waves of excitement rippled through his entire body.
His fingers worked up and down his penis for several strokes. He looked over at Mindy and smiled.
"Reach out and touch my cock," he said. "Come on, darling, I want you to really slide your fingers. Let them go to work. I want you to really excite me."
She nodded, reaching out with both hands and letting them begin to slide against his hard rod. Ever so searchingly she explored his cock, and the quicker that her fingers maneuvered as they made steady contact with his peter, the broader the smile became on his face.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "You're really stroking me, honey. This is what I call nice action. Come on, work your fingers over my dick. Really let them slide. Come on, finger my pecker."
His whole body trembled as her fingers kept on asserting themselves with great desire, sweeping up and down the full length of his huge tool. A few strokes later, he knew that she would have to remove them. He needed more intimate contact from her.
"You can let go now," Curt said. "Now I'm gonna need something else. Baby, I want to go all the way with you."
CHAPTER NINE
As Curt lay there with his legs spread, heaving deep sighs of anticipation, he knew he had to get his balls satisfied.
"Reach down and touch my balls," he said urgently. "You did a good job with your fingers over my dick. Now let them slide over my testicles. Come on, baby. Really let yourself go. Let them collide with my hot testicles."
It excited Mindy to hear the way that her father was talking. She could see that he had a wild, uninhibited side that really appealed to her. She could hardly believe that it was her own father who was issuing these commands, but by that point in time she no longer cared. The only thing that mattered to her was seeing to it that he was satisfied to the ultimate extent.
"Run your fingers over my pecker," he said.
"Then run your fingers over my balls. You can do it, sweetheart."
She reached out with both hands, letting her fingers begin to glide against his hot balls. He observed the way that his balls immediately began to expand. They itched tremendously from the swift, decisive finger action that she employed as she let them maneuver against his testicles. Ever so eagerly she kept up the stroking action, driving her fingers against his balls as his whole body came alive with passion. He felt like he was being born again. There was no more of this having to beg Sally for sex. He was receiving the kinds of thrills that he felt he should rightfully obtain, and he was getting them from his own beautiful, voluptuous daughter.
Her fingers kept on stroking quickly against his balls. Ever so convincingly she kept on plunging them, asserting them against his testicles for a few more strokes. He finally felt that it was time to receive some swift sucking strokes from her.
"Baby, run your tongue against my balls," he said. "I'm really excited now. Come on, baby. Really assert your tongue."
That was all that he had to say. At that point Mindy took over. She let her tongue go to work with spectacular ease and grace against his balls. Ever so eagerly she let her tongue push and stab against his hot testicles. She kept on grinding her tongue against his warm balls and the faster that she manipulated it, the greater the degree of excitement that extended itself throughout his entire body. He was overwhelmed with passion, enjoying every swift, convincing tongue stab that she unleashed against his balls.
A few captivating tongue strokes later, his whole body was coming unglued. Back and forth he kept on steadily gliding his hips, enjoying the quick, rapid-fire tongue strokes that she continued to assert. A few swift, assertive tongue strokes later, he was ready for some additional stimulation. He wanted her to continue her tongue action, but also felt the compelling need for some finger strokes.
"While you're sucking my balls, reach out and touch my cock," he told her. "Come on, grind your fingers over my prick. Really do it."
While her tongue kept on pushing against his testicles, she reached out with both hands. She allowed her fingers to maneuver slowly over the tip of his rod. She started out at a very slow pace, enjoying every stroke that she was delivering. Back and forth she kept it up, stroking with ever greater speed. The faster that she maneuvered her tongue against his balls, the quicker in turn that she also let her fingers move against the tip of his prick.
Without needing an additional word of encouragement from Curt, she began to slide her fingers up and down the full length of his steely rod. She let her fingers squeeze the warm folds of flesh while her tongue kept on proceeding against his testicles, working ever so convincingly. A few tongue strokes later, Curt recognized that he just had to receive some satisfying tongue sensations against his prick.
"Turn loose of my balls," he said. "Now the action's focused in my prick. Come on and suck it. Baby doll, really plunge your tongue. Come on, sweetheart. Slide your tongue against my pecker. Really let it go to work."
She let her tongue begin to slide against the tip of his pecker. She worked very slowly in the beginning, then began to assert it more quickly than before. Back and forth she kept up her stimulating stabs. Pretty soon she was extending her pace, commencing to slide her tongue up and down the full length of Curt's rod. While her tongue kept on sliding against his dick, she reached down with both hands and let her fingers slide against his balls. She squeezed them ever so sharply, determined to bring him off in the best possible way.
"Keep up the sucking," he told her. "You really know how to do it. I'm overwhelmed. Keep driving your tongue."
Curt gasped and sighed as his loving daughter Mindy put everything that she had into her flaming tongue movements. Up and down she kept sliding her tongue, swinging it with great passion and skill against his penis. She pushed it vigorously, working him that much nearer to the point of an explosion.
She could tell from the way that he was reacting that an earthquake was in the offing. His whole body kept wiggling. His hips slid with great desire and zeal as she sucked, driving her tongue against his hot stiff dick as she pushed him ever closer to climax.
"Keep it going," he sighed.
She enjoyed the feeling of power. Mindy was definitely wielding it with every tongue stab. While her tongue kept on manipulating, sliding up and down the full length of his huge, mammoth rod, she reached down with both hands and clutched sharply against his balls. She could not seem to squeeze tightly enough as she kept on clutching and stabbing, running her fingers against his balls as she sucked him. Ever so eagerly she kept on sliding her tongue, swiftly allowing it to make contact with his long, scorching penis.
"Bring me off," he said. "I really love it, baby."
As she kept on working, sliding him ever closer to climax, he reached out with both hands. He slid his fingers against her buttocks, letting them plunge against her ass cheeks. He kept on gasping and sighing as her tongue worked against his stiff pecker. She kept pushing it up and down his scorching rod, driving him ever closer to the point of orgasm.
"Just a few more strokes," he said.
Her tongue kept twisting and turning, working against the warm, firm folds of flesh. It amazed Mindy just how rapidly she was becoming acclimated to the joys of cock sucking. She kept on letting her tongue hurl up and down his huge, steaming rod. A few strokes later, he knew, he would be juicing. The dazzling droplets of steaming white cum would spurt from the end of his tool and into her mouth. In order to make that inevitability even more pressing, he pushed his tool back and forth. He was doing whatever he could to supply impetus as she continued her surging pace, asserting her tongue against his long stiff dick as she worked him that much nearer to climax.
He wiggled his hips, heaved another loud sigh, then prepared to unleash his joy juices. The droplets of steaming liquid would soon be escaping from the end of his hot stick and spurting into her waiting mouth.
"This is super," he said. "Just keep working it. Work your tongue. And keep your fingers moving nimbly over my balls. I like that kind of action, too. You're really good at it, darling. Keep it going."
While Curt heaved another loud sigh, his daughter gripped his balls more sharply than ever. As she held on for everything she was worth, the first few droplets of penis fluid began to ease out of the end of his tool. He wiggled his hips back and forth, heaving a deep sigh as the cock stream began.
She swallowed a few droplets, then prepared to receive the avalanche that she was certain would spill from the end of his dick. Pretty soon it was forthcoming. The solid droplets of sperm began to shoot wildly from the end of his tool, spilling out of the end of his penis and into her mouth.
"I'm unloading," he gasped. "This is great. Come on, swallow the stuff, darling! Go ahead. Yes, eat it, baby, eat it."
His hips kept on wiggling, twisting back and forth as he heaved another deep sigh, watching as he steady procession of juice continued to unleash itself from the end of his pecker and into her mouth. His hips kept on swinging back and forth. He enjoyed every solid tongue stab that she put forward as she brought him off.
A few seconds later, she released her tongue from his hot tool. He looked down at his penis, which shrunk very little.
"You know, you really bring out the best in me," he told Mindy, reaching out and patting her on the top of the head.
"I hope so. I did the best I could, dad."
"You really did, and that was plenty good."
He reached out and kissed his young daughter's lips. As he removed his lips from hers, he slid his fingers downward and let them play with his cock. A few strokes later, he found out how much he was agitating himself. He recognized how badly he wanted to get his rocks off inside of his daughter's pussy. It was a bold move, surely, but it was one he would not turn back from. Not when he felt that degree of dazzling desire. He felt that he needed to send his huge tool deep inside her pussy. He wanted to drive it with convincing speed and grace into her pubic mound until the stirring droplets of cock juice shot from his pecker.
He kept on sliding his fingers up and down his cock. He did it for a few strokes more, after which he suddenly released his fingers from his pecker.
"I'm gonna get you so turned on," he grinned. "I'm gonna give you a tongue bath, and then I'm gonna fuck you. How does that grab you, sweetheart?"
"I like it fine."
"The only thing is we can't take too long. We can't take any chances of being discovered by your mother."
"I guess not."
"But don't let the thought terrify you. We're not gonna get caught. We're much too shrewd for that."
"I hope so."
"So just wait, darling. I'm gonna really excite you."
He thrust his tongue forward, letting it connect with his lover's left breast. Ever so eagerly he asserted his tongue, working it with speed and diligence against her breast. He kept up his surging tongue efforts, applying his tongue with great skill against her breast. He kept on working his tongue dramatically, sliding it against her hot tit. He continued the steady tongue pace for a few strokes more, after which he released it and let his tongue collide with her other breast.
"Go to it," she said. "Really let your tongue collide with my skin."
Mindy enjoyed the dazzling strokes that he sent forth against her hot tit. By now her mind was miles removed from the terrible calamity and embarrassment that had occurred just a short time earlier. She was no longer thinking about Hal. He was somebody far in the distance. Instead she was thinking about her father, recognizing just how much she wanted him. She could tell from every intense tongue stab that he sent her way just how excited he was, and how badly he seemed to need her.
When he finally removed his tongue from her breast, he let his tongue drop downward toward her stomach- He slid it all around her stomach, then let it collide with her navel.
"That tickles," she exclaimed.
He kept on letting his tongue connect with her navel. He asserted it for a few more strokes, then suddenly released it from her navel. He was ready then to let his tongue press against her ears.
He whipped his tongue against her left ear drum. Back and forth he pushed it, letting it constantly press against her ear drum. Ever so effectively he kept up his hot, maneuvering pace. Back and forth he worked his tongue, letting it project against her ear. He worked it against her left ear for a few more strokes, then removed it. He let his tongue then collide with her right ear, and the quicker that he let it dance, the better that she enjoyed it. She thrived on the scintillating tongue stabs that he employed.
When Curt removed his tongue from his daughter's ear, he reached down and toyed with her pussy. He wanted to get her every bit as excited as she had been a few minutes earlier. So he worked his fingers against her hot snatch, letting them constantly collide with her mound. He asserted his fingers for several long minutes, then finally removed them.
"Now I'm gonna let my cock plunge inside your pussy," he told her. "I really want to let it go to work. I'm gonna fuck your mound. I'm gonna really plunge my cock. I'm gonna drive it."
He reached out and slid his fingers against her ass cheeks. He held on sharply, his fingers eagerly pressing against her firm, warm skin. The longer that he grabbed hold of her buttocks, the more eager that Curt became to slip his cock inside of her slippery slit.
"What a beautiful snatch," he smiled. "I want inside it."
"Go ahead. It's all yours. I'm all yours."
"That's the way a relationship should be. If only your mother had your attitude. But what the hell. We're not gonna worry about her. We're concerned about ourselves. I'm concerned about giving you all of the satisfaction that I can."
As his fingers rifled against her hot ass cheeks, and as he pressed them firmly, Curt asserted his cock. He let it push forward, sending it inside of his lover's mound. His whole body began to twist as he flipped it back and forth, sliding his peter deep inside her pussy.
"What a tight fit," he said. "My cock and your snatch. That's what I like. I love it."
He kept working his cock forward, letting it consistently connect with her mound. Her whole body was alive with wild sensation as he fucked her, driving his penis inside of her pussy as he worked ever closer to the point of a great climax.
While his fingers kept gliding and his cock kept pushing ever deeper into her pussy, Mindy recognized that she was on the verge of juicing. There was no way, she knew, that she could withstand much more of that particular type of dedicating fucking without having to juice. So as he kept ramming his cock deep inside her, she finally heaved a deep sigh.
"Here I go," she exclaimed. "The juices are really shooting. Baby doll, ohhh, what a fuck."
"Hang on, because I'm gonna be juicing pretty soon myself."
"That's great. So keep your cock tearing inside my mound."
"You'd better believe I will."
His hard, aroused dick kept slamming ever deeper into her pussy. He liked the way that her body rode with his movements. Not only were her hips sliding, but her cunt muscles seemed to instinctively tighten every time that he penetrated her with his tool. He kept on slamming his penis repeatedly inside her, the fires building within every ounce of their respective bodies as he kept up his pace.
A few swift, determined stabs later, Curt recognized just how close he was drawing.
"Here we go," Curt exclaimed. "The juices. Damned, they're gonna shoot."
His bulging cock kept on making firm, steady contact with her pussy. He rammed his dick inside her a few more times, blasting hard with it, and all the while the stored-up juices came ever closer to the point of explosion.
His fingers slapped at her buttocks a few times and he heaved one loud last gasp. At that point, Curt decided that he ought to slip his tongue inside of his lover's mouth.
Curt realized that the French kiss would provide them with a new dimension to the fucking.
So he worked his tongue forward, letting it glide inside her mouth. Back and forth their tongues collided with great spirit and eagerness. As they kept on denting and slashing against each other, his rifle-like cock kept on surging forward.
A few swift strokes later, while their tongues remained pressed against each other, the stirring juices started to shoot from the end of his long, bulging tool.
As their tongues kept on sliding as the point of impact arrived, Mindy's body pressed ever closer toward his as he expelled the juices from his stick.
Curt's body kept wiggling all the while, and his tongue kept dancing ever so eagerly as the steaming white pecker liquids shot from his tool. Pretty soon he released his tongue from her mouth and his hot dick from her snatch.
"That was really something," he smiled. "This is the best fuck I can ever recall getting from anybody."
"Really, darling?"
"That's right. You're so much more passionate than your mother. That's what I like. A woman who really lets herself go. You know, maybe you're only sixteen, but you act a lot older. Especially with your knowledge of how to please a man."
Mindy smiled. The compliment from her father caused her to feel a contentment that she had not experienced in quite some time.
CHAPTER TEN
Despite the fact that he had enjoyed sex with his daughter enormously, Curt experienced guilt feelings almost immediately after the act ended. ; He began wondering just what had gotten into him. He was subdued for the rest of the evening, saying very little either to Sally or his daughter. He went to bed early, doing his best to get to sleep. He tossed and turned for much of the night, however, reliving the moments of the sex experience. He would one moment welcome the memories, recognizing just how much he had enjoyed fucking his daughter. But after thinking in greater depth about what had happened, he couldn't help but feel a certain amount of shame. After all, just what right did he have to take on his own daughter in bed? She was his daughter, not his mistress, and he had taken great pains to bring her up properly. If he could chastize her for having sex with Hal, then what right did he have to engage in sex with her?
The next day, Curt decided that the thing to do was to try and re-establish a firmer sexual relationship with his wife. If he could do that, then maybe he wouldn't experience the same kinds of intense wants that had driven him to engage in a desperate act of sex with his own daughter.
That evening he took his wife and daughter out to dinner. As they came back, he whispered in Sally's ear.
"I sure could use a little sex tonight," he smiled.
"Fine, dear," she smiled back.
That surprised him. It was the first time in quite a spell ' hat Sally had reacted that wholeheartedly.
Doing his best to put his worries behind him, Curt went immediately to bed with Sally. As soon as they had stripped off their clothes, he threw his body next to hers. He reached out and grabbed her breasts, and as his fingers clutched and stabbed at them, he slid his tongue forward, directing it inside of her mouth. He could feel the zings, the shock waves of passion as their tongues collided. He kept up the steady, determined tongue impact for a few strokes more, after which he re]ased his tongue from her mouth.
"I'll tell you what I really need," she sighed. "I need a pussy suck. Get me off. Let your tongue slide."
He nodded, immediately dropping his head down between Sally's legs. It thrilled Curt to realize that his wife was actually in the mood for sex. He kept thinking that if he could get back on the right footing sexually with Sally, that he would no longer feel the waves of desperation that had driven him to having sex with his daughter.
So he went to work with great spirit, letting his tongue proceed against her mound. Back and forth he worked it, letting it connect with her hot snatch. He kept on driving his tongue inside of her mound, letting it move with spectacular grace against her snatch. A few quick, effective tongue stabs later, he knew that he just about had her off. So Curt kept on wielding his tongue, sliding it inside her hot passion pit, moving her ever closer to orgasm.
"Keep your twisting tongue moving," Sally told him. "Just drive it inside my box. You're gonna get me off. I like the way you're working your tongue."
A few captivating strokes later, he had her ready to juice. He pushed his tongue eagerly inside of her snatch, working it convincingly against her pussy as she was ready to explode. Several swift strokes later, the juices started to shoot from her mound, spilling into his mouth. Curt collected every morsel, then released his tongue.
"I guess one good tongue job deserves another," he winked. "Look at the size of my cock. Go down on it."
"Don't be ridiculous," Sally said disgustedly. "Let's go to bed."
"We are in bed."
"I mean to sleep."
"Oh, sure," he erupted angrily, "now that you've had your satisfaction, that's all you give a damn about."
"You'll disturb your daughter. Don't raise your voice. I don't like petulant men."
"I have my reasons to get angry. Here I've given you a beautiful pussy suck, so what do you do to me. You tell me that I can just go to hell."
"If you want to, I guess you can fuck my mound. Just make it fast."
"That's the trouble with you," Curt said. "You're selfish. Damn selfish."
"I don't want to listen to your insults."
"It's not an insult. I'm just raising a fact."
"I'm gonna read. I'm not gonna put up with any of this nonsense."
"You call it nonsense, but I call it coming to grips with the truth. Sure, you don't want to hear it. You don't want to hear anything that is gonna make you recognize the truth. You want to just have it strictly your way. That's all you want" "Stop accusing me," Sally's eyes widened with anger.
"I'm gonna take what I feel is rightfully mine."
Curt felt a belligerence toward Sally that was not usually there. What brought it out was the selfishness she had demonstrated, that of wanting him to suck her mound, then not providing him with the proper kind of excitement and not demonstrating a willingness to let him receive some action in the way he wanted it Curt reached out and ran his fingers over his dick a few times. When he released his fingers from his rod, he pushed his cock forward. He rammed it toward her mouth.
"I'm throat fucking you," Curt said. "If you won't go along with what I want, then I'm gonna take what's mine. You're mine. You're my wife. It's high time that you started to learn that."
Before she had a chance to say or do anything, Curt already had his penis plunging into her mouth. He rammed it steadily forward, letting it grip inside her mouth. From the very beginning, he asserted it with every ounce of dramatic conviction that he could send forth. He rammed it sharply inside her mouth, slamming it all the way into her throat. He slid it against the base of her throat, fucking sharply, driving his tool ever so steadily and. diligently inside her mouth. Ever so convincingly he kept fucking her, slamming his cock hard, plunging it into her mouth as he worked it against her throat.
"This I love," he grinned. "This is my kind of action."
He kept on gasping and sighing, his cock gripping against her throat. He loved the steady contact, and it gave Curt a feeling of power to know that he was controlling the movements. There was nothing that his gorgeous wife could do about it. He strictly held the upper hand as his penis kept on sliding and stabbing into her mouth, driving against the base of her throat. He pumped with great vigor, sliding his tool into her, practically choking her with his rapid-fire movements.
Several times she gasped and closed her eyes. Sally was scarcely able to breathe. She had been taken totally by surprise, and now she was helpless, receiving solid cock jolts inside of her mouth. He reached out and grabbed at her breasts. He squeezed them sharply, then let his fingers tweak her nipples. She hated the fact that he was dominating her in such a way, sliding his hard, sledge-hammer-like rod into her mouth. He kept pushing himself that much closer to a brilliant climax. His penis stabbed forcefully, pushing and plunging into her mouth as he worked himself ever nearer.
A few swift strokes later, the cock juices were ready to splash in a blaze of glory from the end of his tool. He kept on ramming his cock inside her, slamming it into her mouth, penetrating his dick against her throat.
"Here we go," he sighed. "I'm about to juice, darling. I'm gonna really unleash the stuff. Every drop of hot sperm. I love the feeling."
His buttocks began to twist and turn more rapidly than before as he pushed himself that much nearer. He rammed her sharply with his tool, slamming it inside her hot mouth as he pushed himself toward orgasm. A few captivating strokes later, the juices just had to spray. He heaved a deep sigh. At that point the stirring droplets of cock juice began to spray from the end of his stick and into her hot mouth.
"Just great," he said. "You're swallowing my goo. Beautiful."
Curt kept on ramming his dick against the base of Sally's throat until the final few droplets of cock spray had spilled from his dick. When he removed his pecker, he stretched out next to her.
She looked at him with hostility.
"You bastard," she said, managing to keep her tone down, but indicating hate.
"What's wrong?"
"Taking advantage of me like that. You know, you're no better than a common rapist."
"I happen to be your husband. I've got a license that gives me privileges to do things like this."
"Not to participate in acts without my consent," she growled. "I hate what you just did. And I hate you for it. Furthermore, if you think I've been tough on you now, you haven't seen anything yet. I feel like cutting you off from all sex. I feel like divorcing you."
"Just because I throat fucked you?"
"Subjecting me to such terrible indignities. You're rotten. You're no damned good."
"Come on now."
"I mean it. You're a terrible beast. You're impossible. Simply impossible."
"I just wanted a little bit of sex."
"It was the way that you took it. I didn't want you to do that."
"I know. It's becoming all too familiar. You don't want me to do much of anything."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As the argument with Sally continued, Curt noticed how her face was flushing.
"I can't believe that the man I married and loved has turned into such a terrible monster," she told him.
"How can you say that?"
"The way you're abusing me sexually."
"It seems like any time we just climb into bed, that's interpreted as sexual abuse."
"Don't get cute."
"I'm not. I'm just being logical."
"Let's just drop the subject."
"All right, but quite naturally I don't like to be called a beast," Curt said.
"And quite naturally I don't like to be sexually abused."
Throughout the entire next day, her words reverberated through Curt's ears. On the job he was normally totally immersed in what he was doing, but that day he found himself daydreaming. One time he even had to bring himself out of a session while a client was in his office. It embarrassed him, since he had to ask the client to repeat a question.
When he arrived home early in the evening, he picked up a note on the dining room table, left by Sally. It informed him that she would be gone for most of the evening. She would be spending it in the company of some of the women in the women's club to which she belonged. There was an evening fashion show and cocktail party over on the other side of town.
Curt was just as happy that Sally was not there. He knew that if she were around, there would probably be just more friction between them. He knew how steadily things were deteriorating. He had hoped the evening before that some stimulating sex with her would get his mind off of his daughter. But as the situation continued to deteriorate with Sally, he kept on thinking more about Mindy and how much the sex had meant to him.
He fixed himself something quick for dinner. He gobbled down some cold cuts, then washed them down with a bottle of beer. Just as he was finishing, Mindy arrived home.
"Hello, darling," he grinned. "What are you doing home so late?"
"I stayed at the library at school and did my homework."
"That's the wise girl. Now you've got the rest of the evening free and you don't have to feel worried when you're called on the next day."
"That's right. I get so embarrassed, dad, if I don't know the answer."
"I know how that is," he nodded. "As a matter of fact, I know it a whole lot better than you do. I used to go through stuff like that, darling. I would be as embarrassed as hell when I'd be called on. I just never seemed to be prepared."
"I wouldn't figure you that way at all, dad. You're very bright and alert. I'm sure you're being overly modest. You probably were very well prepared in class."
"No, as a matter of fact, I wasn't," he shook his head. "I didn't really start to wise up until I was in college for quite awhile. Then I finally learned what it was all about. The discipline and all. Before that I was more concerned about sports than I was about buckling down and studying. But I learned in time. I learned to discipline myself, and I wound up with a pretty good job."
"You really have. You've been super."
Mindy, playing the role of the lovely daughter, leaned over and kissed her father on the forehead. He did not interpret the kiss as daughterly, however, and his cock immediately began to bulge. He stole a glance down at his crotch, and as he observed how hard he was, his daughter Mindy made the same observation. Her eyes locked momentarily on his huge erection.
"You're really turned on with me, daddy," she said.
"Too much, I'm afraid, darling," he shook his head. "You are my daughter, after all. I want the best for you. I don't want to be remembered as a guy who fucks his little girl."
"You're too sensitive, dad."
"I don't think so. But whatever, all I know is that I want you right now."
"You and mom had quite an argument last night," Mindy said.
"You heard it?"
"Sure. I even heard the part where mom was telling you to quiet down because otherwise I might hear."
"You've got sharp ears," Curt grinned.
"They don't have to be that sharp. You two were talking louder than you probably realized."
"That might very well be."
"Anyhow, I guess it probably stemmed from sex. Your argument, that is."
"I don't really like to talk about it, but since you came up with the answer, I'll confirm it. That's what it was all about It was about sex, and the whole thing made me damned angry. Your mother thinks that if I want to engage in any kind of sex act that gives me some erotic pleasure, that I'm being a monster. A rapist practically."
"That's ridiculous. A nice handsome man like you. She should be happy to have you."
"Thank you. I'm glad that somebody around here appreciates me."
"I've always appreciated you."
Mindy leaned forward once more. This time she let her lips sink against her father's. She pressed them hard enough, but not quite as hard as she could have. All the same, there was only one interpretation for her kiss as far as Curt was concerned. He interpreted it as purely erotic. His penis hardened that much more, and he felt an ever-growing need for sexual satisfaction.
As she removed her lips, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He dropped his hands downward toward her back. He grabbed hold of her, pushing her to him. As he clutched his body against hers, feeling her warm breasts against the outline of their clothing, he pushed his tongue forward. He wanted an opportunity to French kiss his beautiful daughter. Curt noticed the way that his heart was palpitating as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. Back and forth he worked it. Ever so skillfully he pushed and plunged his tongue against hers. He kept it wiggling and thrusting for several long seconds.
He noticed the way that Mindy's beautiful body reacted to his tongue stabs. Her whole body slid under the steady impact of his blazing tongue as he pushed it inside of her mouth. A few moments later Curt released his tongue from Mindy's mouth.
He jumped up quickly from the sofa.
"Let's go in the bedroom," he said. "I really need you, baby. I need you damned bad."
They walked into the bedroom together. Before they slid their bodies downward into the bed, Curt reached out one more time. He let his arms converge around his daughter's body. He pressed his arms firmly against her body, then kissed her lips. When he removed his lips from hers, he glided her body downward into the bed with his own.
Curt reached out with both hands. He swiftly began to undo his lover's blouse. The longer he kept at it, the quicker and more skillfully that his fingers probed. He finally pulled lovely Mindy's blouse over her head. Once he removed it, he reached out and undid her bra straps. When he slid her bra off of her, he cupped his fingers dramatically around her tits. He loved squeezing her breasts once more. He couldn't help but contrast how eager she was to please him sexually with his wife's coldness. Back and forth his fingers steadily glided against her breasts. He kept up the skillful strokes for a few more seconds, then swiftly released his fingers. He reached down and undid his lover's skirt. He slid the zipper down ever so rapidly, then reached out and grabbed her skirt. He tugged ever so joyously, pulling at her skirt. He slid it down her legs, then off of her altogether.
"I really love the looks of you," he said, licking his lips. "You're some kind of beautiful woman."
Once that he removed the skirt from her, he admired her lovely legs: He permitted his fingers to slide up and down her creamy legs, clutching one moment at her thighs, then the next at her ankles. He moved his fingers upward once more toward her hot thighs. His fingers pressed resoundingly against them, after which he removed them altogether. He looked at her legs for a few more seconds, then reached out and began to clutch at her panties. He always loved touching her dazzling white panties. He knew that it was the last act prior to totally undressing her.
He reached down and began to clutch at her panties, sliding them eagerly down her legs. His fingers kept on plunging against her panties. He slid her panties down her legs ever so smoothly and rapidly. He took them off of her, then observed her lovely mound. He reached down and began to touch her hot furry patch. His fingers maneuvered smoothly over the warm folds of pussy flesh. His fingers kept on shoving against the twat hair, after which he then slid his fingers inside of her mound. Back and forth he asserted his fingers, letting them glide against her pussy. He stroked her with convincing rapidity, exciting her with every touch.
When he removed his fingers from her hot mound, he got up from the bed. "It's time for me to take off my clothes," Curt smiled "When's mom gonna be back? Not that I'm trying to discourage you."
"That's a good point. We've always got to be aware of those things, darling. You don't need to worry. She won't be back for quite some time. She's gone out with some friends." "That's good."
"So we can let ourselves go."
"That really sounds good."
"Yes, it does. Just wait until I sink my cock into you. You know, if anything, I'm even hornier now than I was the other day."
"Then I know I'm gonna get a great fuck."
"You sure are, dear."
Pretty soon Curt had completely removed everything. His daughter smiled when she observed the size of his long penis. He slid his body into bed next to hers. He reached out once more and let his fingers glide against her pussy. Ever so convincingly he slid his fingers against her snatch. He kept up the steady, rhythmic pace. He wanted to get her as excited as he could, and once that he put her in a state of great agitation, he was determined to slide inside of her mound.
"Keep your fingers moving," she exclaimed. "I like the way you're stroking, honey. You've got great tongue movements. I really love what you're doing."
"Of course you do, baby. So do I. We're really making great strides together."
He kept his fingers maneuvering for several long seconds. When he finally removed them from her hot nest, he prepared to shove his tongue forward. He wanted it to collide with her hot nest. Once that he succeeded in bringing her off, Curt knew, he could then move on to other things. Not that the pussy sucking wasn't enjoyable. It was immensely enjoyable to him. It was just that he was also concerned about utilizing it as a means to an end. He could then proceed onward to the hot fucking, where he could grind his hot cock ever so steadily inside of his darling daughter.
Once that he removed his fingers from her snatch, he observed the way that her whole body was twisting. She felt hot tingly urges throughout her body, and she wanted very badly to receive some swift, assertive tongue strokes from him.
He dropped his head down between her legs. His tongue went to work on her clitoris several times. He let it dart and stab, and as he pushed his tongue against her clit, he liked the way that her whole body reacted. Her hips kept dancing and she heaved deep sighs, encouraging Curt in every way that she could.
"You're so good," she said. "Darling, I like the way you're sucking me. You're exciting me when you touch my clit. There's no better way of turning me on."
After Curt had tantalized his daughter with several rapid-fire strokes against her clitoris, he let his tongue go to work against her thighs. He started out by permitting it to plunge against her left thigh. Up and down he skillfully worked his tongue, letting it collide with her hot thigh. A few swift strokes later, he released his tongue from her left thigh and let it go to work against her right. With great skill and zeal, he kept pushing his tongue. He let it work skillfully against her thigh. He drove it ever so rapidly against her leg, and as he did her whole body began to give way, enjoying every swift, dedicated stroke that he put forth with his tongue.
"I really love this," she sighed. "You're really going all the way with me, dad. Give me tongue action I'll never forget. Come on, plant your tongue inside my pussy. Really slide it. You've got to bring me off, baby. You've got to do it. Glide it inside my pussy. Yes, honey. Really stroke my mound. Stroke it beautifully. You can stroke me until I'm off."
As her hips kept moving with every instinctive thrust that he sent her way, Curt decided it was time to start planting his tongue inside of her pussy.
He pushed his tongue down between her legs. He started to slide his tongue against her moist, savory nest. He felt right at home there. He enjoyed being around her pussy. Back and forth he skillfully manipulated his tongue, letting it drive with beauty and determination against her hot snatch. The quicker that he asserted his tongue, the closer that he found himself drawing her toward a brilliant orgasm.
"Let's go to it," she sighed. "Come on, honey, bring me off. You're doing such a great job of it. Come on, slide your tongue. Work it nice and fast. Run it inside my mound. Baby doll, suck me. Come on, bring me off."
A few swift, rapid-fire tongue strokes later, Curt was ready to bring his lover off. He kept on drilling his tongue, letting it maneuver briskly inside of her snatch as he pushed her that much nearer to the point of orgasm. He kept up his captivating strokes, letting his tongue work swiftly, steadily stepping up the pace as he pushed her ever closer to orgasm.
"Bring me off," she exclaimed. "I like the way your tongue's working. Keep it going. Slide it against my mound. Baby doll. I like what you're doing."
Her legs kicked back and forth and several strokes later he had her ready to juice. While his tongue kept wielding back and forth, Curt reached out and grabbed her hot butt. He held onto her ass cheeks for several strokes, then let his fingers slide down her legs. All the while he was pushing her that much more effectively toward a brilliant orgasm.
The juices finally began to spurt from her pussy. His tongue kept winding back and forth inside of her mound. He kept it pushing and plunging as he swallowed the pussy droplets from her mound.
"This is nice," she exclaimed. "I love the way you put your tongue to work. This is so cool. Baby doll, I love the sucking. This is so great."
He removed his tongue from her hot snatch. The pussy suck was all over, and Curt had satisfied his daughter.
"You sure do have a sweet snatch," he told her.
"I'm glad you like it, dad."
"I'll tell you something. It's so nice not to be bothered with terrible hang-ups, like I'm always getting with your mother."
"If it's an unpleasant topic, let's not talk about it any more."
"You know, you're absolutely right. We shouldn't. We should just drop the subject."
"That's the only way to be."
He grinned. Curt reached out and ran his fingers soothingly through his daughter's hair. As he looked down at his cock, he recognized how badly he needed to get it off again. It was one of those moments of urgency that he had always felt whenever he was around Mindy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Curt wanted to try something bold, something he wouldn't have had the nerve to do the first time that he fucked with Mindy.
Every time that he looked at the way her hot ass moved, he became that much more desirous to sink his cock inside of her asshole. He loved looking at her beautiful butt. He kept envisioning himself slamming his hot tool repeatedly inside of her anus. He wanted to drill it ever so hard, letting it slide with spectacular ease and precision inside of her hot asshole. It caused him to feel tremendous fires of enthusiasm, and as he slid his tongue forward, he knew he wanted to suck out her asshole. If he could just get her asshole agitated in the proper way, he thought, then he would be ready to slam his cock inside of her anus. He wanted to drive his tool with steady determination, to let it ram and stab inside of her asshole as he pushed himself toward a swift, highly devastating climax.
As his tongue slipped inside of his lover's asshole, he let his tongue go to work with brisk desire. He started out quickly, and as he employed his tongue beautifully inside of Mindy's asshole, Curt kept on stepping up his pace. He started out at a rapid enough pace, but the longer that he kept up his swift, piercing tongue stabs, the more excited that she became. He kept on drilling her with his hot tongue, sliding it with stupendous ease inside of her anus. He drove his tongue skillfully, pursuing her asshole with every determined tongue stab. His tongue kept wiggling as he shoved it deep inside her ass.
A few captivating strokes later, he removed his tongue from her asshole. He was all set to start employing his cock, but then he got to thinking about it. He realized that there was other unattended business for him to take care of before he actually fucked her asshole.
"How do you feel?" he asked smilingly.
"I feel great. What are you gonna do to me next, darling?"
"I think I'll give you a nice finger fuck."
"You really seem to be carried away with my ass."
"Of course I am. It's such a beautiful ass. I want to reach out and start fingering it. I'm gonna plunge my finger high inside your asshole. I'm gonna get you really excited."
He smiled broadly, letting his loving daughter Mindy know just how much she meant to him. He shoved his right index finger forward, allowing it to penetrate inside of her anus. Back and forth he glided his finger, pushing and shoving it against her asshole. He let it go to work skillfully, asserting it against her anus. He shoved it high and hard inside of her hot ass, giving it all that he had.
"Damned, what a nice asshole," he said. "I can shove my finger up it forever. I really love stroking your hot ass, baby."
"Just keep it up. Darling, keep sliding your finger up my asshole."
"I will. I love this action."
"Certainly. Damned, ahhh, this is nice."
It pleased Curt to observe just how agitated his daughter was becoming from every stab that he directed her way. He kept pushing and shoving his finger deep inside her asshole, driving it with spirited ease and desire against her hot anus. The faster that he shoved his finger inside of her hot asshole, the greater the degree of recognition that surfaced within him as to how badly he needed to fuck her. He dreamed of sinking his hot, energetic tool inside her asshole. He wondered how she would react to the piercing stabs of his rapid-fire cock as it kept on connecting with her asshole.
He removed his finger from her asshole. He could see from the way her whole body was twisting and turning that he had accomplished his purpose, that of exciting her as much as he could. He reached out with his trembling left hand, allowing his fingers to probe inside of her pussy. He shoved some pussy fluid inside her asshole, then got ready to fuck her.
"I'm gonna send my cock inside your asshole," he told her. "I'm gonna really drive my penis, baby. You're gonna love it You're gonna love every stab I'm gonna give you."
"You sound so uninhibited, dad. That's what I like about you. You're not afraid of anything. Not even giving me an asshole fuck."
"That's it. You're being an obedient daughter."
"I'm your obedient daughter," she nodded as he kept on lubricating her asshole. "Whatever you say goes. You can fuck me any way you want to. I know that you want me bad. Well, I want you bad, too. You go ahead, dad, and fuck me. Just slam your tool inside me. Really work it in my asshole."
"You'd better believe that I will. I'm gonna give you a tremendous screw. I'm gonna slam my dick inside your asshole. I'm gonna grind it hard. I'm gonna grind it fast. I'm gonna really fuck your ass."
"I like the sound of your pep talk," she giggled. "Go ahead, dad. Just shove your dick inside me."
He reached out and grabbed her legs. He shoved them over his shoulders. He could see from the way her legs were trembling just how eager she was to get ass fucked. It made him feel great to know that she had no hang-ups where the fucking was concerned. She was willing to go all the way with him, and he in turn was willing to accommodate her in every way that he could.
As her buttocks twitched back and forth, he shoved his cock forward.
"Just don't hurt me too much with the first few stabs," she implored.
"Don't you worry about a thing," Curt laughed. "I'm gonna take very good care of my little girl."
Curt rigidly shoved his dick forward, letting it slide inside his daughter's asshole. He almost juiced instantly. Her tightness overwhelmed him. It was as good a screw as he had ever received in his life. He kept on knifing back and forth with his dick, driving his penis steadily forward inside of her hot asshole.
"This is a good fuck," he sighed. "I just love it."
"Just don't hurt me. It stings a little."
"Just remain calm, baby. We're gonna keep up this beautiful action. I really do love it."
Back and forth he continued to wield his hot spear, driving his cock deep inside of her anus. A few swift, effective cock stabs later, he was ready to juice. So he kept up his stiff, gliding stabs, working his penis inside of her asshole as he drove himself ever nearer the point of orgasm. His stiff penis kept on moving spectacularly, shoving with great desire into her asshole as he rocked his body back and forth, enjoying the stirring stabs that he kept on penetrating inside of her anus.
"Keep up the fucking," she said. "Sure, it stings a little, but I don't mind it I love it, in fact. Fuck my asshole. Go ahead, daddy."
His penis kept on sliding with rhythmic grace. As he fucked her hot asshole, he moved himself that much nearer to the point of climax. A few stabbing strokes later, the juices were about ready to shoot out of his long dick. He rammed her with everything that he had, putting every bit of determination he could muster into each and every stab that he asserted toward her asshole.
His penis kept on pushing and sliding, projecting ever deeper into her anus. Every now and then he would slow up his pace. He did so that he would not orgasm prematurely. Curt wanted to make the most of his fuck.
Several swift, grinding stabs later, he could see just how helpless he was becoming. He could feel the tension and the agitation surfacing in his hot balls, and as he pushed his dick that much deeper and drove that much closer to the fires of climax, he put that much more impact into his fucks. He kept on ramming his steely tool, shoving it ever so deeply inside of her anus as he drove himself that much closer to a stirring climax.
He slapped at Mindy's buttocks, which kept on twisting and turning as he maintained his pace. A few steady, thrusting strides later, the juices were ready to shoot from his tool. Curt knew that there was no holding back at that point. He just had to get off, and he would only succeed through the same kind of diligent efforts he was employing. His cock surged all the way into her rectum, driving with spectacular eagerness. He was amazed over the way that she picked up the rhythm of things. Her hips kept on twisting, her ass cheeks gliding as he fucked her, sliding his tool deep inside her anus. "Here we go," Curt finally exclaimed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Curt was overwhelmed by the way that Mindy was reacting to his ass stabs.
Here she was encountering something new, but she was not in the least shrinking from what was happening. As a matter of fact, she was thoroughly enjoying it. She kept lying there, her whole body twitching as she received the swift, steady, ever-so-determined stabs from her lover as he penetrated her asshole with his dick. A few stiff, steady cock strokes later, the juices were about ready to shoot from his penis. He knew that there was no way to hold back the flood tide of emotion that was building in his loins with each and every swift, forceful stab.
"Here we go," he told her.
"Baby doll, keep fucking me."
"I love your ass."
"It feels a little sore, but I don't care. I don't care about any of this. All I know is that I want you."
That thrilled him more than anything as his cock kept on gliding, pushing hard inside of her asshole. A few swift stabs later, Curt knew that the moment was at hand. The spurting juices would just have to shoot from the end of his bulging tool and into her anus. So he kept on penetrating, driving his cock forward, letting it maneuver deep inside her asshole. He kept ramming his prick steadily as he plunged it into her rectum, enjoying the steady, determined strokes that he was employing with his dick. A few stiff stabs later, Curt could feel the mounting agitation in his balls. He felt the glorious itch, and he was concerned about seeing to it that every solitary droplet of hot cream shot from him.
"Here we go," he said.
He reached down and fingered his lover's buttocks. He let his fingers clutch hard against her firm, warm ass cheeks. Several captivating cock stabs later, the juices were ready to shoot. They began to escape from the end of his stiff pecker. His body jerked back and forth and he heaved one loud last sigh.
As the spurting juices started to bolt prolifically from the end of Curt's long hard prong, he reached forward. He puckered up his lips, allowing them to plunge ever so enthusiastically against hers. While his lips remained pressed against hers, he kept on ramming his cock, driving his blade of steel ever so deeply inside of her asshole. A few determined strokes later, he released his cock from her anus.
"That was some fuck," he said. "Thank you for having such a beautiful ass, darling, and for letting me screw it."
"Don't mention it. I'm always happy to please you, dad."
"You're so much different from your mother. Thank goodness." "I want to do the right thing by you." "How does your asshole feel now?" "A little sore."
"I take it this was the first time you were ever fucked that way."
"You're right," she nodded.
"Are you sorry you did it?"
"No, not at all. I enjoyed it. So what if it's a little sore. I had a lot of fun when you were drilling me. The sensations were nice."
"It's so refreshing being around a gorgeous girl who wants to do everything," Curt said as he got up from the bed. "I'm gonna go into the bathroom and wash off my cock, darling. Don't you move your pretty little body one inch. I'm gonna be back in a few minutes."
"I understand."
He walked into the bathroom. He washed down his cock, then allowed the warm water to splash against it. He toweled off his huge penis, then walked back into the bedroom. He nervously anticipated some more sex.
He stretched out in the bed, extending his legs. While his lovely daughter watched, Curt reached out and began tugging at his tool. He slid his fingers ever so forcefully up and down the full length of his cock. He loved letting his fingers go to work on his pecker. Back and forth he kept on working them, sliding them against his erect dick.
"Honey, take your fingers and plunge them against my cock," he said.
"Whatever you want."
"Right now I need that. I wish you'd just slide them against my pecker. That'll excite me so much. I love the idea of you touching my cock. That's gonna really turn me on. Come on, my dear. Really plunge your fingers against it. Baby doll, do it."
Back and forth she started to assert her fingers against Curt's cock. Immediately his body began to twist and turn as he enjoyed the captivating strokes. She kept up her twisting finger movements, getting him extremely agitated.
The faster that they worked as they glided up and down his hard cock, the better that he enjoyed her movements. He could see himself being pushed into an ever-greater state of excitement. With every thrusting finger stab, he became that much more agitated. He knew that pretty soon he would have to slam his cock into her mouth.
The more that he thought about it, the more intriguing it became to Curt to slide his cock inside of her mouth. If he could just ram his tool inside her and slide into her mouth until he exploded, he would enjoy that greatly. He wanted to plunge his steely prick inside her, to let it push and stab into her mouth until the steaming droplets of cum shot from his pecker.
"Work your fingers a little faster," he told her. "Go ahead, baby. Really slide your fingers. Slide them real nice."
A few stiff finger strides later, Curt knew that he just had to free his cock for other activities.
"Start running your fingers over my balls," he said. "Give me that kind of movement for just a little while. That's gonna get me so excited. Agitate me with your finger stabs, darling. Really turn them loose."
She slid her fingers downward toward his balls. Her fingers clutched against them. They pressed firmly against the warm folds of flesh, sliding against his testicles. Ever so eagerly she kept on pushing and thrusting, working him into an ever-greater state of wild excitement. He loved the way that Mindy was asserting herself, and all the while his body continued to twist helplessly. He could feel the itchy sensations, and he wanted badly to stuff his huge dick inside of her mouth.
"Turn loose now," he said. "Remove your fingers from my balls, darling. I want you to start sucking them. Come on, give me some ball sucking movement. Really let your tongue go. Let it glide over my balls. Baby doll, this I really want. Honey, I like this action."
She reached down with her tongue and let it begin to connect with his balls. Ever so eagerly she worked her tongue against them, letting it slide with hot, diligent strokes. Her whole body was shaking with glee as she kept right on plunging, working her tongue with captivating skill against his hot balls. As the agitating movements continued, he recognized just how much closer he had arrived at the point where he would just have to push his cock inside her mouth. He would have to devour her with his dick. He had done that to Sally, and she had resented it greatly. He was certain that in Mindy he found the right partner under any and all circumstances. She definitely had become his obedient daughter. She was willing to go all the way with him, to do anything that he asked. That was the kind of relationship he wanted with a woman. He was glad that he had found it, even if it happened to be with his own daughter.
"You can turn your tongue loose now," he said.
As she removed her tongue from Curt's cock, Mindy looked up at him.
"What do you want now?"
"Just lie back," he said, patting his lovely daughter affectionately on top of the head. "Just stretch out on your back, dear. You do that and I'll take care of the rest. I'm gonna fuck your mouth. I'm gonna give you a new sensation."
"I always seem to be getting new sensations from you, dad."
"Yes, that's so true. I'm going to drive my dick inside your mouth. I'm going to really push it. At first it's gonna feel funny. You're not gonna be able to breathe too easily, but it's not gonna bother you. You're gonna enjoy it. As a matter of fact, I think in time you're gonna learn to love it."
"I love everything with you," she smiled.
Her thankful father reached down and kissed Mindy's lips. He let his lips devour hers passionately for a few long seconds. When he finally removed his lips from hers, he knew it was time to get his cock ready so that he could plunge it deep inside her mouth.
He pushed his hot tool forward, and as he shoved it toward Mindy's mouth, she opened widely. She wanted to receive the hot jolting sensations.
"Here we go," he said. She gulped hard as Curt sent his penis plunging inside of her mouth. Back and forth he rotated his hips as he steadily shoved his tool inside of her mouth. Ever so eagerly he pushed and stabbed with his hot penis, driving it with great spirit and desire inside of her mouth. Ever so determinedly he kept up his skillful pace. He didn't want to let up for a second. He wanted to keep right on shoving his dick. He wanted to keep ramming it hard inside of her mouth until every blazing droplet of creamy juice shot from his dick.
The longer that he kept up his pace and let his body twist back and forth, the harder that he shoved his tool inside her. He loved the pace that his dick was setting. He was letting his instincts be his guide. And the longer that he kept focusing on her mouth, the quicker that Curt maintained his cock action as he slammed his sliding prong that much deeper into her mouth.
Ever so eagerly he kept on fucking her, slamming his hot cock back and forth, driving it with great zeal inside her. Ever so convincingly he pushed himself that much nearer to orgasm. His breath became heavy and his fingers reached down and began to glide against her buttocks. He held on sharply to her ass cheeks as his penis kept up the swift pace. Convincingly he kept asserting himself, working his steaming penis ever so deeply inside her mouth as he pushed himself toward orgasm.
A few swift, decisive cock stabs later, Curt recognized just how closely he had drawn to the point of climax. His pecker kept on shoving, ramming hard inside her mouth, shoving all the way to the base of her throat.
"Here I am," he laughed, "and here you are, Mindy darling. I know you're loving it. I'm ramming my steaming pecker all the way into your throat. This is so great. I love this kind of fuck. Sweetheart, this is so good. It's so wonderfully satisfying."
His hips kept on dancing and darting as he shoved his cock forward, pushing it with blinding speed and zeal inside of her mouth. A few hot strides later, the juices were ready to explode from his hot dick. He kept on pushing and shoving, driving his cock forward as he took advantage of the moment, seeing to it that he received every bit of satisfaction that he could from each and every hurling forward stab.
Several striding movements later, as he slapped at his lover's buttocks, the juices were ready to shoot from the end of his stick. So he kept right at it, fucking hard, driving his cock with great desire as he pushed himself that much nearer to the point of climax.
Several seconds later, the juices began to shoot from the end of his tool. The steaming droplets spurted with great diligence and excitement from the end of his hard, blazing rod.
"This is what I call a real throat fuck," he gasped. "Just look at the way the stuff's spilling. This is so good. What fucking. What screwing. This is my idea of a delightful screw."
All the while his cock kept on stabbing, working ever so dramatically inside of her mouth. He pushed and plunged with his hot stick, and all the while the pecker droplets kept on spilling from his hot rod.
His cock kept working inside of her mouth. A few hot strokes later, the juices stopped shooting from his rod.
When Curt removed his penis from her mouth, he felt totally satisfied. Mindy had once more done the job for him. It seemed like every time that they got together sexually, he received the ultimate in thrills from her.
"Mindy, you're the greatest fuck around," he smiled.
"Do you really think I'm that good?"
"I know you are. I've never met a woman like you."
"Are you really leveling with me?"
"All the way. I've enjoyed every hot stab. What a fuck you just gave me. And I just gave you."
"My darling, this was so nice."
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. When he removed his lips, she looked at him expectantly.
"You know, when you were ramming your cock inside my throat, I was thinking how nice it would be if you could give me some nice action," she said.
"You mean some more action?"
"Oh, yes. I'd really appreciate it."
"Of course. Just what do you want me to do, baby? Just name your action."
"I wish that you'd send your tongue inside my mound. I want you to bring me off. I want you to suck my pussy."
"I guess we've got some time for that," he grinned. "Not too much, though. If we push matters too far, you know what's gonna happen."
"I know. We're gonna get caught." "And we sure can't risk that." "No, that;s for sure."
"But I wouldn't think of not giving you a great cunt suck." "I appreciate that."
"So all you have to do is spread your tantalizing legs, darling. I'll put my tongue to work inside your box. I'll bring you off."
He dropped his head swiftly down between his lover's legs. He worked his tongue with great skill against her pussy. He started out by working his tongue against her clitoris. All it took were a few suck strokes in order to bring her almost to the point of orgasm. Her whole body kept sliding back and forth as he worked his tongue inside of her hot snatch. Ever so eagerly he kept driving it, pushing it against her mound as he worked her that much nearer to the point of orgasm.
'Keep it going," she said. "I love that kind of action. Just suck my mound. Come on, really drive it. Suck my pussy, baby. Yes, really suck it. Work your tongue. Work it inside my box."
With great desire, Curt kept on running his tongue inside of his lover's box. He worked it swiftly into her pussy, driving it deep inside her hot gash as he worked her that much nearer to orgasm. He could see from the way her whole body was thrusting and her hips thrashing that she wanted it. He loved the knowledge that he was giving his young daughter everything that she could have sought in the way of passionate sex enjoyment. So he kept at it, his tongue assuming a position of great joy as it worked repeatedly inside her box.
"Keep your tongue going," Mindy sighed. "Baby, you're gonna bring me off. Your tongue is doing it. Sweetheart, keep it pushing inside me."
While her hips kept on wiggling, Curt kept asserting his tongue as he worked her that much nearer.
A few strokes later the juices were ready to gush from her pussy. He kept right at it, driving his tongue inside her box as his fingers worked up and down her thighs. He loved touching her smooth, trim, ever-so-lovely legs.
As his fingers clutched at them, the juices began to explode from her pussy.
"Come on, swallow the stuff," she exclaimed. "Darling, I know you want it. I know you want to make me happy. Now here's your chance.
Go to it. Baby, really go to it."
He swallowed the droplets of pussy juice from her mound. He collected every droplet of her joy juice, after which he released his tongue.
"That I really liked," he said. "The best dessert in town."
"You're the best dad in town."
"I'll be a dead dad if I don't get my clothes back on," he grinned. "Let's step it up, dear. I don't want to get caught with you like you got caught with your friend Hal."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mindy was very careful about being seen with Hal anywhere that her father might be able to detect what was happening.
Even though Mindy was not having sex with Hal frequently, she still on occasion enjoyed his company. As of late, however, she had become more reluctant about going to bed with him. Hal sensed there was something wrong, and immediately asked her just what was happening. He was fearful that she had found the company of someone else. Hal was reluctant to probe her, but he decided he had to. She, in turn, was reluctant to tell him much of anything. She knew that if he ever suspected she was having an affair with her father, that he might very easily spread the word around. It would provide him with a traumatic shock.
One afternoon after school had let out, Hal rushed through the Administration Building to catch up with Mindy.
"Mindy, wait up," he called out.
Mindy stopped in her tracks.
"I haven't seen much of you lately," Hal said with concern.
"I've been busy, Hal."
"Sure. You've been making time with some other guy."
"Why do you keep saying that? You know that I'm interested in my school work. I'm not the kind of person who spends a lot of time goofing off."
"I wouldn't call my relationship with you goofing off."
"I wasn't talking about that, Hal. I meant that I have to toe the mark at school. I have to work pretty hard."
"All right, have it your way. I just dont think, though, that you need to work that hard. What the hell. You're a sharp gal."
"But to really learn my lessons, it means I've got to put in some time."
"I guess so. So you've been a student. That's kind of left me in the cold."
"I'm sorry."
They began to walk toward the door. "How about going over to my place with me?" he asked. "My brother's gone and so are both of my folks. You know, they do work." "That's true."
"Which means that we've got the whole house to ourselves. The coast is clear and I think we ought to take advantage of our opportunity."
"All right, Hal. I'll go home with you."
"I'll drop you off a few blocks from your place afterwards," he said. "I know what a mistake it'd be to get caught around your old man."
"I know."
"I wonder why he had to get so damned mad," Hal shook his head. "You'd think he never did anything like that. That's what gets me about so many of these parents. They're hypocrites. They screwed around when they were in school. Your old man was probably making time with every good-looking young chick he could find when he was in high school."
"I wouldn't know about that," she shook her head, "and furthermore, I don't want to talk about it."
"What was it that I said wrong?"
"He is my father, Hal. I don't know what he was doing when he was in high school. From all I understand, he was working hard. And he was very big in sports."
"So we won't talk about him anymore. We'll just concentrate on ourselves."
He patted Mindy on top of the head, overjoyed that he was getting to take her home.
Once that he succeeded in removing her clothes, sliding her panties down her legs and off of her altogether, Hal felt a tremendous spirit of joy. He knew that he would have plenty of excitement with his lovely friend. He reached down with both hands and slid his fingers against her thighs. He loved touching her beautiful tegs. He kept up his steady, rapid-fire, up-and-down movements against her legs for several long minutes. When he removed his fingers from her thighs, he let them move upward toward her breasts. Ever so affectionately he clutched at her hot tits, letting his fingers assert themselves with great brilliance and joy against her tits.
The longer that his fingers pushed and clutched against her hot breasts, the more excited that he became. He enjoyed employing his fingers against her tits, and the harder that he squeezed her breasts, the better that she enjoyed it as her whole body swept back and forth under the steady impact of his finger stabs.
"You're really good the way you're moving your fingers," Mindy said. "I like that."
He sank his tongue downward toward Mindy's left breast. He began to work his tongue skillfully, sliding it against her breast. He worked swiftly, right from the very beginning, and the more rapidly that he pushed his tongue against her breast, the more that she enjoyed it. She loved his swift, stabbing, ever-so-effective tongue stabs. The quicker that he worked his tongue, the greater the degree of enjoyment that she received. She loved his thrusting stabs, and pretty soon, as he put his tongue to work on her other breast, she slid her legs back and forth and gave him a big smile.
"I'm going wild from this action," she said. "Your tongue is really stabbing my breasts. That feels so nice. I like the feeling. Yes, you're really doing it to me."
When he removed his tongue from her breasts, he felt it was time to push his cock inside of her pussy. He reached down and grabbed her hot ass cheeks, hanging on for dear life. He kept clutching and pushing with his fingers, and decided it was time to start working his cock inside of her pussy. Hal wanted to experience the joys of his penis driving skillfully inside her pussy, working back and forth with effectiveness as his cock juices surged from the end of his tool and into her mound.
He removed his tongue from her breast, then got set to enter her. He reached down and grabbed her thighs, holding on tightly. He parted her legs, then got set to employ his cock.
As Hal's fingers continued to slide up and down her legs, he pushed his cock toward Mindy's cunt. He observed the moisture which had surfaced in her snatch as a result of all of the tongue movements he had employed. He knew just how excited she was, and now it was his desire to slide his tool inside of her pussy until the stirring juices had been released from the end of his hard rod.
He pushed his cock forward, letting it slide inside her inviting snatch. Her body wiggled and her cunt muscles tightened as she received his swift, effective stabs. She let her legs twist back and forth as Hal kept up his throbbing pace, driving his penis inside of her snatch as he worked himself that much nearer to climax.
"This is really it," he exclaimed. "Just hang in there, baby doll. This is my kind of fucking. I love it. I'm gonna go off. The juices are really gonna spurt. They're gonna shoot inside your mound."
With stirring determination, Hal kept up his brisk pace. He slid his tool inside her snatch and wiggled his hips as he kept plunging ever so assertively, sliding his dick ever so deeply into her mound. He kept grinding and stabbing with his instrument, working himself ever nearer to the point of climax.
He slapped at her buttocks for a few strokes, then slid his fingers against her thighs. He loved touching her body, and every time that he ground his fingers against it, in one way or another, Hal was that much more satisfied. He knew what a lovely form she possessed and it bothered him that he had been away from her for so long in any intimate context. But now all that was in the past. All he knew was that he was enjoying himself, shoving his hard, rapid-fire cock inside of her pussy as he propelled himself that much closer to the great moment of climax that he was seeking to reach.
He heaved a loud sigh as his hard dick kept on working inside her. He pushed hard with his cock, working it with great desire inside her snatch as he got that much nearer to the point of climax. His hips kept twisting, gliding ever so assertively as he fucked her, ramming his hard dick ever so deeply inside her pussy.
Several moments later, the juices were ready to shoot from Hal's cock. So he kept right on going, driving his cock hard, pushing it into her mound.
"I can't be held back now," he grinned. "This is just my style. Letting my cock loose inside your mound. Baby, do I ever love this."
"Just keep fucking me," she told him. "Keep your cock going, baby."
He slapped at her thighs, then held onto them. He gripped them ever so tightly as he kept on stroking with his peter, shoving his cock deep inside her hot mound as the juices were ready to spray from his penis.
Several swift, emphatic stabs later, the juices began to spill from his cock. His whole body trembled as the droplets of joy juice shot from the end of his long rigid tool.
"Just what the doctor ordered," he grinned. "I've been away from this too long. Darling, ahhh, I'm itching. My cock's itching. My balls are itching. I'm itching all over. That's what happens when I fuck like that. What a satisfying fuck. What a cunt. With a pussy like yours, I could never be anything but satisfied. Baby, you really gave it to me."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Since Hal had finished getting his rocks off inside of his lover's mound, he longed for some more sensations.
He looked down at his peter, which had dwindled in size very little. He knew he wanted some additional satisfaction. He wanted to get his rocks off one more time.
"Reach out and clutch my dick," Hal said. "It's been awhile, baby. I really want it from you. I want you to show me. Are you up to sucking off my cock?"
"I suppose so."
"Certainly you are. You're gonna give me plenty of satisfaction. You gave me so much already. And now you're gonna give me some more."
As he lay there on his back, Hal reached out with both hands. He allowed his fingers to maneuver up and down several times against his long, hard dick. He loved touching his rod, and the longer that his fingers penetrated against it, the more enjoyment he found himself deriving. He kept on stabbing at his penis for a few more strokes, then slid his fingers downward toward his balls. Ever so diligently he attacked them, letting his fingers slide against his hot testicles. When he finally removed his fingers from his hot balls, he looked over at his lover.
"Go ahead, I want you to finger my cock," Hal said. "Baby, I really want to feel it."
"My fingers are ready."
"I can see that they're poised and waiting, baby. So go right ahead and do it."
She reached down with both hands, letting her fingers go to work over his cock. She started out by clutching her fingers against his cock slowly, after which she commenced sliding them up and down the full length of his rod at an ever-accelerating pace. The quicker that she worked her fingers against his hard rod, the more excited that she made him. It did her a lot of good to observe just how agitated he was becoming as a result of the swift, dedicated tongue stabs that she was putting forward against his flaming dick.
"Run your fingers over my pecker," he said.
Up and down she kept on stroking, letting her fingers slide against his hot, piercing dick. A few strokes later, she released her fingers from his penis. She longed to touch his balls, and as her fingers fondled them, she could see the way his body was reacting. It jerked back and forth as he heaved a loud gasp, enjoying what she was doing to him. His whole body kept jerking from the swift, effective stabs that her fingers employed.
"Keep it going," he exclaimed. "I like your style. One thing about you, Mindy baby, when you let yourself go, there's no mistaking it."
Hal's body kept jerking back and forth with pulsating passion and desire as she fingered his balls. Pretty soon Mindy began squeezing them even more tightly than ever, holding on for dear life to his balls as she clutched at them. A few strokes later, she let her fingers begin to maneuver up and down the full length of his hard dick. Now she was asserting her fingers as rapidly as she knew how, grinding them against his hot dick.
"That's it, keep it going," he nodded. "Run your fingers over my hot pecker. Come on, baby. You do it, darling. Come on, play with my cock."
Mindy could tell from the way that he was reacting to her finger stabs just how much he wanted to be sucked. She decided to run her tongue over his balls. As she worked on his balls, she decided it would be good to also stroke at his dick.
So she made her move, letting her tongue stroke against his hot balls. She started out slowly, but soon she was driving her tongue as effectively as she knew how, grinding it against his testicles as her fingers worked up and down his cock. She kept clutching and grinding at his penis, and as her fingers kept working against his penis ever so searchingly, she sucked at his balls.
"Bring me off," Hal called out. "You've got the tongue to do it. I'm gonna give you a load, baby. You're gonna swallow every drop of juice. Baby, I know what I want. You're gonna blow me. You're gonna bring me off."
Her fingers kept on working against her lover's cock as her tongue connected brilliantly with his balls. She then removed her tongue from his balls and started to work it over the tip of his long hard pecker. She soon was asserting her tongue as quickly and as eagerly as she knew how up and down the full length of her lover's organ. She wanted to bring him off, to swallow every satisfying droplet of cum that spilled from the end of his dick.
"Go to it," he said. "Come on, keep up the movements, doll. Suck me. Suck every drop of cock juice."
While she kept on letting her tongue rifle over her lover's cock, Hal reached out and started to run his fingers through Mindy's hair. By touching her, he enhanced the excitement within her. As a result she began to suck his cock even more rapidly than before, driving it with superb speed and grace over the length of his entire organ as she sucked him that much nearer to the point of orgasm.
"Just suck me off," he begged. "You've got the tongue to do it, darling."
Her fingers clutched tightly against his balls as her tongue sharply attacked his penis. Her head bobbed up and down and all the while he directed his fingers against her hair, running them through it. All the while she asserted her tongue with everything that she could muster in the form of excitement. She was driving her lover that much closer to orgasm, sucking his hard, bulging tool as she pushed him to the very brink of orgasm.
"Keep your busy tongue working," he sighed urgently. "You can do it. You've got a tongue, baby. You can bring me off, sweetheart. Just keep sucking my tool. Come on, keep your tongue plunging against my rod."
A few rapid-fire tongue strides later, the juices were ready to spurt from the end of his long, rangy dick. She sucked with surging rapidity, her tongue eagerly connecting with his hard cock as Mindy moved Hal ever closer. All the while her fingers drew a steady beat on his testicles. She kept pn grinding her fingers against them, working him ever closer to a dramatic, brilliant climax. He could hardly wait until the penetrating droplets of thick white juice would unleash from the end of his dick and into her mouth.
As Mindy drove Hal that much closer through her steady, rapid-fire sucking, he shoved his cock forward. He kept pushing and plunging it, his whole body trembling as his penis slid deep inside her mouth. All the while he was moving that much nearer to climax. She was sucking him for all she was worth, putting every bit of energy she possessed into her movements.
"It isn't gonna be long now," he told her. "Just wait until I explode. Wait until the juices stream from my cock. They're really gonna spill out of there. That's gonna be so nice. So beautiful. You just wait, baby. I love it."
His body kept on rotating back and forth. He was enjoying the swift, stimulating tongue strokes that she asserted in the direction of his cock. A few captivating strokes later, he knew, the juices would be shooting from his hard rod.
"Play with my balls," he said. "Move your fingers even faster over them. Squeeze them as hard as hell, baby. Just clutch them for all you're worth. Come on, darling. Hold onto my balls. Hold on real tight. Clutch at them."
His hips kept swaying back and forth as she held onto his testicles. All the while her tongue continued to dart and stab against his penis. The droplets of sperm would soon be spilling from the end of his hot dick.
"Go get the stuff," he said. "Come on, honey."
His penis lunged forward several more times. His breathing had been reduced to a series of short gasps as he flung his cock forward several more times. He heaved one last deep sigh, then reached out and grabbed his lover's buttocks. Hal wanted to hold on tightly to her gloriously wonderful ass cheeks as he got ready to explode his spurting droplets of steaming cum inside of her mouth.
"I'm unloading," he said, "so come on, dear. Suck every drop of this stuff from my dick. Go ahead, swallow it, baby."
After several more quick cock lunges, the droplets of sperm began to shoot from the end of his hard, aroused pecker. She began to gobble the first few spurts of steaming penis fluid.
"Go get it," he said. "Come on, baby, swallow every drop of the stuff."
As the drops of hot cum kept on oozing out of the end of Hal's hard rod, he enjoyed all that was happening to him. He was being transported once more into a wonderful world of sexual excitement in which the only thing that mattered was pleasure. His whole body kept on working back and forth, and as he bounced up and down on the bed, gasping with great joy, he kept observing the stream of hot cock juice that spilled into her mouth.
A few strokes later, she removed her tongue from his blazing rod. She swallowed every last drop of his cum.
"That was some suck," he nodded. "You know, you're the best fuck ever."
While her lover kept speaking to her, Mindy kept thinking about her father. She kept wishing that she was in bed with him, receiving the hot, jolting stabs from his long dick. It was easy to see just how much she was getting carried away under his great spell.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Curt had to wait several more days before making another move with Mindy.
His accounting work kept him busy until the middle of the evening for several days, and on certain other occasions when he arrived home earlier, either Mindy would be gone or his wife Sally would be there. All he knew was that things were steadily deteriorating between himself and Sally. He had hoped that they would pick up, since if they did, that would make him less dependent on his beautiful young daughter. But the more satisfaction that Mindy provided for Curt, the less inclined he was to even think about Sally in a sexual vein.
He reached the point where he was craving his gorgeous daughter's body, and the more he craved it, the more he found that he wanted to experience the joys of blissful sex with her.
Late one afternoon, as he came home early from the office, he read a note from Sally. She told him that she would not be home until seven o'clock. She was out visiting some friends A few minutes later, Mindy arrived home from school. He looked into his lovely daughter's eyes, then moved quickly toward her.
"If you only knew how badly I need you right now," he said in a choked tone of voice.
"Dad, I want you, too."
"I want to French kiss you. I want to slip my tongue inside your mouth. I really want to excite you, Mindy. I want to dominate you, as always."
"Do it, dad. I'm ready to go all the way with you."
"That's the way I like to hear my little girl talk. I really dig you, lover." . He worked his tongue forward, letting it slide inside of her mouth. Back and forth his tongue collided and stroked with Mindy's. Curt maintained a quick pace, sliding his tongue ever so decisively against hers. The longer that he kept his tongue firmly implanted inside of Mindy's mouth, the more speedy his movements became. He kept on sliding his tongue, gliding it swiftly, pushing it against her tongue with great skill and passion. When he finally removed his tongue, he wanted to go on. He wanted to take her to bed and undress her.
"Let's go," he motioned toward the bedroom.
Mindy knew exactly what he wanted. Very soon they were lying there in bed, exchanging a few more French kisses. When Curt felt that he had worked her into enough of a state of passion, he reached out with both hands and began to unbutton her dress. He worked his fingers frantically, wanting to remove her dress as quickly as he could. Pretty soon his trembling fingers were sliding her dress over her head. When he removed her dress, he observed her panties and bra. She was a dazzling beauty, and he wanted to make the most of his situation.
"I really want you," he told her. "Baby, I want it so badly."
He slid his fingers forward, letting them collide with her pussy. Ever so eagerly he let his fingers grasp quickly at her bra. He undid her bra straps quickly, then removed her bra altogether. As he tossed it aside, he reached out with both hands, letting his fingers slide against her hot breasts. He moved his fingers with speedy, diligent grace, letting them clutch at her tits. He held on, stroking swiftly against her breasts as he enjoyed every warm, stabbing, throbbing sensation that he brought to bear.
A few strokes later, he reached down with both hands and grabbed at her panties. He held on, clutching at her panties, then he had to pull them downward.
"I'm gonna have you there," he said. "Naked, just the way I want you."
As he removed her panties from her, he slid his head forward. He kissed her pussy, causing her body to reverberate back and forth several times. She heaved a loud gasp. Right away Mindy recognized just how much more excited she was able to get from sex with her father as opposed to what happened with Hal. Poor Hal tried as hard as he could, she thought, but he was just unable to provide her with the brilliant sensations that she received from her father.
He pulled her panties away and kissed her cunt tenderly. Pretty soon he was driving his tongue forward, permitting it to plunge inside her pussy. He wanted to bring his lover off, to allow his darting tongue to attack her blazing mound until every satisfying droplet of orgasmic juice had shot from her pussy.
So he worked his tongue with speedy diligence, letting it propel against her mound as he slid it back and forth. He kept on gliding it, sending it sharply against her mound. A few strokes later, he knew, she would be off. That was his desire. To slide his tongue effectively, to excite his loving daughter in whatever way that he could.
His tongue kept pressing and pushing against her mound. He kept up his effective strokes, sliding his tongue inside of her snatch as he pushed her that much nearer. A few brilliant tongue stabs later, the juices were ready to shoot from her mound. So he asserted his tongue even more quickly than before, permitting it to stab ever so searchingly against her cunt as he drove her that much nearer to orgasm.
"Go to it," she sighed. "Dad, you're so good. Your tongue is working so well. You're gonna bring me off. I know you are. You're doing such a good job of sucking. Come on, keep sucking me. Keep your tongue plunging. Push it inside my pussy. Keep your tongue plunging. Push it inside my pussy. Keep pushing it. I want it, I really want it. I really want you to swallow my juices, dad."
As her hips kept on dancing, he kept up his tongue strokes, letting his hot tongue continue to rifle against her snatch. A few swift, decisive tongue stabs later, the juices were ready to shoot from her snatch. He pushed his tongue ever so deeply inside her mound, letting it come into steady contact with her. Pretty soon the juices were beginning to shoot from her hot snatch. Her whole body came unglued, her hips swinging back and forth as the droplets of liquid kept shooting inside his mouth.
"Swallow it," she exclaimed. "Swallow every drop, honey. You're so good. Your tongue is so nice. You know how to do it. You know how to bring me off. It's so great."
A few moments later, he removed his tongue from her blazing snatch. He patted her buttocks, then gripped her thighs.
"That meant a lot to me," Curt looked into her eyes.
"Me, too."
"I think I'll get my clothes off now."
"I was wondering if you were gonna get around to that."
"Yeah, it's time for me to do it." He jumped up quickly from the bed. His fingers began to employ themselves ever so briskly as he removed his clothing. While he did so, Mindy lay there on the bed with great anticipation. She was excited by just watching her father undress. She knew she did not feel that degree of' excitement when Hal took his clothes off. Indeed, never had she experienced in her entire life the sensations that were flowing throughout her body from her father.
When he finished removing his shorts, he moved toward her. She got a good look at his huge, hard penis. She kept staring at his erect prick, and the longer that she eyed it, the more that she liked the thought of having some great sex with him.
"You're really hard," she smiled.
"I certainly am. I want to fuck the hell out of you."
"That's what you always do."
"That's so true. When it comes to you, darling, I don't fool around."
"No, you don't. That's why I like your kind of action."
Curt nodded. He slid his lips forward. He allowed them to penetrate ever so searchingly against her lips. He pushed his lips ever so hard against hers, enjoying every moment of blissful excitement. A few seconds later, he removed his lips from hers.
"You've got such a warm body," Curt said. "Just the kind of body I like to caress and dominate."
"Yes, baby. I want to warm for you. I want to be inspiring for you."
Once again Curt directed his lips forward. He let them push and press against her lips. When he finally removed them, he reached out and grabbed her breasts. He wanted to let his fingers twist and turn against her firm tits. Back and forth he asserted his fingers.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Once that Curt had worked Mindy into a great state of excitement, he realized that he just had to fuck her pussy.
He reached out and clutched at her breasts. His fingers moved ever so firmly against her warm, inviting skin. After he had let his fingers connect with her skin for a few strokes, he slid his tongue forward. He moved it ever so searchingly against her left breast. Back and forth he slid his tongue. He worked it first against one breast, then let it begin to slide against the other. Once that he finished the breast sucking, his lover's body was alive in a great state of agitation. Her hips kept flinging back and forth as he got ready to slide his tool inside of her pussy.
Curt reached down with both hands and let his fingers maneuver against her thigh. The longer and faster that he brought his finger to bear against her thighs, the more ready he realized he was to let his penis go to work inside her snatch. He looked down at his huge stem, recognizing just how prepared he was for the onslaught that lay ahead.
He slid his tongue forward. He permitted it to plunge and penetrate against her tongue. He kept on flinging his tongue against hers for a few strokes, after which he removed it. He was all ready to glide his tool forward, to let it approach her pussy.
As he reached out with both hands and slid his fingers against her thighs, he prepared to fuck her. He drove his steely tool forward, allowing it to grip ever so sturdily against her mound. He forcefully fucked her, driving his tool with great eagerness, pushing it inside of her hot snatch. He kept shoving it back and forth, sliding and slamming his hard penis inside her pussy as he worked himself ever nearer to the point of orgasm.
He could already feel the pangs of itchy sensation in his balls, recognizing just how close he had already driven to the point of orgasm. At that point he slowed up his pace. He did not want to fuck her too hard too fast, since otherwise he would explode every droplet of cock juice from his hard dick.
He kept on moving his cock sweepingly inside of her pussy. He pushed and stabbed with his cock, ramming it into her mound, pushing himself ever closer. The more sharply that his cock penetrated inside of her mound, the more helpless he felt under the steady impact of the probing movements. He kept on driving his dick, slamming it into her, pushing and shoving his cock with great joy and desire as he rammed it into her. A few moments later, he knew that he just had to juice. He slowed up his pace for a few strokes, then once more began to assert himself, sharply penetrating his dick inside of her pussy.
"Here we go," he said.
"Darling, keep stabbing me," she said. "I like the way you're stroking me. Fuck me. Come on, fuck me with your cock. Drive it hard."
His fingers kept steadily gliding back and forth against her thighs. He held onto her thighs, letting his fingers cling as his fucking stabs continued. With razor-sharp precision he kept on asserting himself, slamming his tool inside her, pushing his plunging penis that much deeper into her mound as he drove with spectacular desire that much closer to the moment of truth, when the searing droplets of sperm would shoot from the end of his tool and into her snatch.
"I've got to juice," Mindy exclaimed. "You're fucking me so beautifully. Baby doll, this is it. The stuff just has to spray out of me. Baby, ahhh, you're so great. Your cock is superb."
While Curt kept on gliding his steaming tool ever deeper into her mound, the juices started to shoot from her pussy. She wiggled her hips back and forth, employing them with great speed as her pussy juices shot from her snatch. All the while, her lover kept pursuing her, driving his huge penis that much deeper into her mound. He kept rotating his body, positioning it back and forth as his grinding penis stabbed inside her mound.
A few stabbing, jolting cock stabs later, the juices were ready to shoot from his long, hard stick. So he kept right at it, jolting her with every penetrating push of his cock. A few captivating strokes later, he would be there and he was making certain that he enjoyed every diligent cock effort that he sent forth inside of her blazing snatch.
As his cock kept on eagerly colliding with her pussy, he knew that he was all set to juice. He kept up his steady stabbing pace, driving his cock forward, moving himself that much nearer. He heaved a deep gasp, watching as the first few droplets of steaming cum began to spill from his prick.
"Ahhh, this is what I've waited for," he told her.
His hips kept on grinding, working back and forth as the juices shot from the end of his dick. They kept on splashing from his hard rod as he drove his pecker into her, slamming his piston-like dick relentlessly into her mound as the juices shot from his penis.
When he withdrew his cock from her mound, he wanted to show her just how much he thought of her. So he leaned forward, letting his lips connect with hers. While Curt's lips kept on pushing against Mindy's, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He then let his fingers clutch against her back, after which he finally let them begin to grind against her ass cheeks. He held on ever so tenaciously, grabbing and tugging at her buttocks while the steady flow of activity continued.
He pushed his tongue forward, letting it connect with hers. He wanted to get his young daughter as agitated as he possibly could so that he would be in a position to score once more. He was alive with spirit of great desire. Curt was overwhelmed with passion, and he knew how badly he needed to fuck gorgeous Mindy at least one more time.
He dropped his tongue down toward her ass- hole. He slipped it forward, permitting it to penetrate inside of her anus. Back and forth he wiggled his tongue, letting it maneuver inside her asshole as he drove it spiritedly. Back and forth he asserted his tongue, working it with great conviction, letting it splash inside of her anus. A few swift, dancing, eager strokes later, her whole body was overwhelmed by what he was doing.
When he turned his tongue loose from her asshole, Curt recognized the way that Mindy was reacting. Her whole body was sliding back and forth, and now he wanted to slip his finger inside of her asshole. He pushed his right index finger forward, letting it connect with her anus. He pushed it very slowly and smoothly in the beginning. Back and forth he spiritedly maneuvered his finger. A few swift, stroking movements later, he decided to push his finger deeper into her. He rammed it for all he was worth, driving it inside of her anus. He pushed it fast and as he did he could see that his lover was reacting to every striding movement. She liked his finger fucking, and as he kept on stroking her hot ass, she heaved a deep sigh.
"I'm ready to fuck you now," he winked.
"Just get your movements ready. Come on and drive your cock. Slam it into me, dad."
It pleased Curt to observe just bow prepared his gorgeous young daughter was to receive his swift, decisive cock stabs.
He reached down and dipped his fingers into her pussy. Back and forth he worked them several times, and when he removed his fingers from her snatch, he slipped the pussy fluid into her ass-hole. When he withdrew his fingers, he reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks. He pinched at them, clutching hard for a few moments, then released his fingers. He reached down and grabbed her thighs, flipping her legs over his shoulders.
"This is good," he nodded. "I'm really ready to fuck you now."
As he held onto her thighs, he directed his cock forward. Back and forth he pushed it, letting it work into her ass cheeks. He slid his cock forward, stroking her ass, letting it grind and stab inside of her tight asshole. As he kept up his hot, effective movements, he pushed himself that much nearer to orgasm. He liked what he was doing. He kept on ramming hard with his cock, slamming it into her anus. From the very beginning he knew there was no way he could fuck her in such an erotic manner for very long. His hot, lengthy rod kept on working. He drove it with superb brilliance, slamming it as deeply as he knew how inside her asshole. All the while she lay there and enjoyed his stabbing thrusts, heaving deep sighs all the while.
"Just get ready," he told her.
"Keep driving your dick inside my ass."
"I will. I love grinding into you."
He slapped at her buttocks, heaving deep sighs of anticipation with every swift effort. He liked being fully in charge. He had his young daughter exactly where he wanted her. He was thoroughly dominating her, sending his steely dick into her asshole.
Soon the droplets of thick, creamy cum began to shoot from his hot organ into her asshole.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
After the fuck ended, Curt began having second thoughts about what he was doing.
"Baby, I'm beginning to love you just too much," he said with regret.
"What's wrong with that?"
"I don't want to get any more attached," he explained. "The net results would be terrible for both of us. I don't want to ever reach the point where I think that I can't let you go. You know, maybe I was much too harsh with your friend Hal. I don't want him to take liberties with you, but I guess he was only doing the natural thing. As you said, you didn't exactly discourage him."
"But why bring him up, dad? I dig you more."
"You probably haven't given yourself a chance to really get to know some handsome young guy."
"I know exactly where I stand, dad. I want you. I want you all the time. I'll level with you. I fucked with Hal the other day. It wasn't as good as it was. before. I'd fucked with him two other times before, once in his car, and once here. But the thrill was almost completely gone. I want you, dad."
"This thing is a lot more serious than what I thought," Curt shook his head. "With you getting that attached to me, that really does pose problems."
"There are no problems."
"Come on now. You're too bright a girl to believe that. You know that lots of problems can result from a relationship like ours. You have to know that."
She dropped her head, then finally nodded.
"Yes, you're right, dad. Like you always are."
"I'm not always right, but I feel I am at this point in time. We're gonna have to give it up, baby. You know, maybe I've been a little impatient with your mother. If I made an effort to educate her a little, maybe she'd reach the point where she'd get more sensuous like you. After all, I feel like I've got nothing to lose. I'm gonna give it a try."
"You're beautiful, dad," she looked at him sadly. "You're doing this for my own good."
"For your good and mine. And we both know that an emotional attachment like this could go too far. I sure have loved dominating you, though, and doing anything and everything I wanted to."
"We've had a lot of satisfying times together, dad."
"That we have."
He leaned forward and kissed her lips. This time she noticed a difference. The kiss was fatherly. Mindy could see that Curt was determined to get their relationship back on its former footing.
