Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

“Jerk ahead, if you wish,” he muttered, his passion rising at the heat and movement of her hand. “I can get another load up in ten minutes.” “But I want this one, right in there.” She took his fingers and shoved them between her thighs. They immediately began to caress, to probe and move about the slick outer lips of her cunt, and she began to moan and hunch against them. “Oh fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, please!” Without answering her, he turned her from him and bent her over, her head and face away from the gentle warm spray.

She leaned over, her hands upon her knees, her pink ass pointed toward him. Her big tits bounced and rolled in the movement of her body, and the nipples grew long and dark, quivering with the excitement of her nearing fuck. “Now you can have it, sweetie,” he grunted, and taking his hard and throbbing cock, he gently inserted it between her thighs and against the inverted shape of her cunt, rubbing it in the slick lubricant that was streaming down her thighs.

Then, with the point of the cockhead seated properly, he pushed easily and gently and, having been there many, many times before, the broad knob slipped into her hot waiting cunt. She gasped and shoved back against him, her soft asscheeks caressing his hot belly. His balls swung forward and tapped her under-thighs as he began to move slowly and deeply, shoving it all the way in, until his hairy belly rubbed her ass, then out again until the knob all but slipped from the lips of her clutching, steaming love-nest. “Ah, God, Daddy, you make me weak,” she moaned. She hunched back against him. “Fuck me hard, Daddy, fuck me until I come!” she screamed softly and reaching under she began to fondle her clit, to get a double charge as he began to pour his hard, thick cock in and out of her cunt. “You're getting it, girl,” he moaned, “getting eight inches of thick, hard cock, right into your baby cradle.” “Oh, Daddy, make me have a baby!” she moaned. “Give me a pretty little baby in my cunt, so I can have a real, live play-doll!” “The thick, white cream that makes babies is just about to squirt right up your cunt, darling,” he panted. Funny, he thought, as he pumped his stiffened cock into the cunt of his daughter, how she always gets hotter when she talked about having a baby by me. He had explained to her that he was sterile and could no longer give children, but that it in no way altered his ability to make love vigorously. But for some strange, unexplained reason, she always got a great charge out of talking about having a baby. Knowing that it made her more passionate, and that there was no danger in getting her pregnant, he played along with the game and answered with the words she always wanted. She was bucking back against him now, her ass-cheeks slapping wetly against his belly. His heavy balls swung in rhythm, patting her thighs, and his cock made liquid noises pistoning in and out of her moist, hot cunt.

“OooHHHHhhhh, Daddy, I'm getting almost there. Are you about ready?” “In a moment, honey,” he panted. He shook the water out of his face and holding her lips above the slightly protruding hipbones, he began to saw his thick cock in and out of her, hammering his cook-head home until he felt the soft-solid bulk of her cervix. He thrust it deep and held it there, feeling his cock stiffen and ready itself to spurt out the hot lava of his lust. As he poised on the moment of his explosion, the scene of his first time with her flashed across the screen of his mind. He had played with her and was ready to come. He had laid her on her back and spread her legs widely.

Her little pink cunt had opened like a tiny rose, and he wondered if it were possible to get the thick cockhead into that little opening.

She was hot and trembly, and breathing deeply through her nose. He fingered her, found the little hole beginning her vagina, and easing down to her, had pushed the broad, thick, slick knob between the pink lips. They spread and then closed in around his knob, just barely reaching about it, not completely enclosing it to the rim. There, he began to rotate it gently with his hand, and to push so it remained firmly in the increasingly hot and slick bed, as her juices began to flow. She had murmured in her pleasure, and now no longer frightened at the sight and feel of the huge cock, she released herself to his manipulations and began to make little hunches and copulative motions, instinctive as a newly born Eve, and then as his cum gushed into the narrow, tight little nest he had made for himself, she shuddered and whimpered, shivering in the throes of her first climax. Caught up in the musing and memory of his first fuck with his nubile daughter, Hank suddenly stiffened, his cock swelling and throbbing. Cherry moaned and shuddered, entering into her climax with little cries.

“Oh, Daddy… I'm coommminng… now, there… there… oh, I'm coming!” She shook and thrust back into him as his gouts of sperm gushed from him and exploded deep inside the dark cavern of her cunt.

He throbbed and spurted into her and she went through a series of climaxes, coming again and again. The little apartment was filled with the odor of their excitement, and the sounds of their fucking, their moaning and their cries.

Mara hummed at her work. She was preparing a large salad for lunch. Tim was out in the wooded part of the island, looking for berries he knew grew there and should be ripened at this time of the year. So absorbed in her work was she that she did not see the boat drift in to the dock and the man tie it to a cleat, and then come up the path to the patio. The first she knew of a strange presence was when there came a knock at the patio door. She raised her head and listened and the knock came again. It would not be Tim, she thought; he had not been gone long enough. She laid aside her implements for making the salad and silently approached the patio door. The shadow of a man loomed against the glass and she hesitated momentarily, thinking of her recent struggles with Bill Trooper. Then she recalled that he would be in jail by now, and she continued to the door. He smiled at her through the glass and she opened it slightly. He was tall, well over six feet and was dressed in a green-gray uniform, with a broad-brimmed hat, brown belt, with pants bloused over sturdy walking boots. “Mrs. Fletcher?” He removed his hat and she saw that he had black, curly hair. “Mrs. Fletcher -Mara Fletcher?” “Yes.” She liked his face, the smile that was friendly and the teeth that gleamed whitely in the brown of his face.

She also liked the athletic look of his build and the subtly shaped bulge that hinted at the crotch of a well-endowed individual.

“Yes,” she continued. “Can I help you?” “Well, perhaps. I am the newly assigned forest ranger for this district. I am meeting all the people who live on the fringes by themselves, and away from centers of population. I saw your name on a list, made up by my predecessor, and so I thought to look you up.” “Oh, well, then.

Have a seat there on the patio and I'll bring you a drink. How about a beer?” “Fine.” He smiled and, turning, sat down. As he did so, she saw the outline of his cock through his pants and knew that this man could give some woman a good time. She tingled in her loins at the thought, as she hurried to the fridge and took out a beer for each of them. “Cans all right?” she called as she came back toward the patio. “Wouldn't think of them any other way,” he called back.

She came from the house and handed him one, pulling the tab on her own and sitting on a redwood lounge across from him. “You have a son,” stated the ranger. “Wait a minute,” she interrupted. “You know my name and that I have a son. But you haven't told me your name.” “Oh, so I haven't. I am Henry Truman, Hank to all my friends. And I hope you will be a friend- and soon.” He was eyeing her curves, generously exposed in her mini-bikini. One nipple nearly slipped from the bandage of a bra over it, and hairs from her bush and about her cunt crept out from under the slight strip of cloth that covered (barely so) her cunt slit. “How old is your son?” the ranger asked, not really interested, as he eyed the plump outline of her cunt through the thin strip of material over it. Mara noticed his look, and rested her legs apart slightly, to give him a better view. She was getting ideas about this man. “Eighteen,” she answered. “Do you have a family?” “I have a daughter, just turned eighteen,” he answered. His cock was getting larger in his pants as he noticed her ease those white, plump thighs apart and saw the outlined slit of her cunt. He spread his legs a little to let the hardening prick have a little more room. “What is her name?” asked Mara. As if I really care, she thought, noticing the growing bulge in his pants. She rose casually and going over to the sofa where he was seated, she sat down beside him and leaned back on the arm, moving one leg up beside her, and casually dropping an arm over it. Her entire pelvis was now open and outlined to him. He could see a dark, moist spot in the center of her panty strip, which told him she was beginning to cream. “We named her Cherry.” He smiled. “With youth the way they are now, I fear she does not live up to her name.” She answered his smile and taking one hand she caressed her breasts and eased one up until the nipple showed above the rim of the slight cup.