Kathy Andrews: First time for Mom

The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth for the rest of the afternoon, and her lips continued to tingle as when his cock had been between them. She had been unable to get it out of her mind, and her little cunt was in a turmoil, bubbling and quivering.

When she met her little friend in the shed, she had told him about it, although she was secretive enough to say nothing of when or where it happened. She wanted to take the boy's cock into her mouth, and at first he was reluctant. But Joan was determined. When she had his prick between her lips, it didn't feel the same, but was still good. This cock didn't stretch her lips the way that huge one had. But she could get all of this cock into her mouth, right down to the base, and she had sucked for a long time while the excited boy squirmed and danced with surprise and pleasure.

Joan drew her knees up to her tits as she lay on her back in bed, an expression of pleasure on her beautiful face as she recalled those incidents of her childhood. She ran a hand down the back of her thigh and over the smooth, creamy cheek of her ass, then probed at her tight, slippery cunt with her fingers once more.

She saw the boy in the field one time after that, but it had been different. He wanted his cock inside her mouth again, but he did not come off there this time. Instead he asked her to remove her panties, which Joan eagerly did. He then had her recline back on the tall grass and spread her legs. The boy had spent a long time looking at and feeling her cute pussy, her slim thighs, the cheeks of her tightly rounded ass. As his tongue slipped past the tight wet rings of her cunt, she had squealed with the exquisite sensations that ripped through her young body. It had been her second orgasm, and Joan found this feeling so good that she wanted it to happen time and again. So the boy had thrust his tongue back into her sugary cunt and fucked her with it, making Joan come again. She had wiggled her tight little ass about on the grass in wild pleasure, churning her cunt into his mouth and tossing her head about as she clawed at the grass.

After she came a second time, the boy's cock had become very, very hard, and she had wanted to take his prick back into her mouth. But the boy showed her something else that was exciting. He had moved on top of her without placing his weight upon her smaller body. Telling her to close her thighs together, he inserted his throbbing cock between them and began to fuck up and down. The hardness of his cock brushing at the hot inner thighs, scraping against the puffy sensitive lips of her cunt caused Joan to come again. With her tight thighs holding his cock, because of the way she squirmed and twisted, the boy soon came off, too. The thick, creamy come juice spurted between her pressing thighs, but most of his come juice splashed upon the lips of her sugar-like cunt, and it seemed to sear her flesh and caused a final orgasm to rumble through her body.

Joan never saw the boy again after that.

She initiated other boys, though, into the delicious things she had learned. Her only disappointment was that those boys were unable to splatter her cunt or mouth with come juice. Tiring of this, wanting to feel slippery come juice on her flesh, she sought out older boys. But she found that to be a problem. Most of them knew girls of their own age, girls they could fuck, and they wanted nothing to do with someone so young.

So Joan looked at her father.

It had been easy far her to seduce him. As she remembered it he had been quite willing when she sat on his lap and twisted her little ass about until she felt his cock swell into hardness.

She could not remember where her mother had been that night, although she was sure her mother was out of the house.

She had played with her father's cock, giggling and laughing with him in a deliciously naughty way. When she placed her lips about the huge, swollen head of her father's cock, he was surprised, but made no attempt to stop her. She thought her father would fuck her in the mouth as the boy had done, but when he remained still, she began to move her lips up and down the smooth prick instinctively. Her tongue fluttered all about the wide piss hole, and she learned at this time how to swallow without pulling from a cock.

As she sucked on her father's cock, he caressed her hair and face, watching down his body, a smile of pleasure on his face. Joan could take half of his big cock into her mouth, but no more. Her lips were stretched even more than with the boy in the field.

As her father approached discharge, he attempted to pull his daughter's face away, but Joan clung to his cock with tight, hot, desperate lips, refusing to release it. Her huge eyes burned with wicked, eager pleasure as his cock unleashed a flood of thick, creamy, sweet come juice. Her tongue lapped furiously about his spewing piss hole as she drew her lips up and down, finally holding them about his piss hole and sucking as she would through a straw. The thick globs of come juice splashed into her mouth, filling it, making her mind soar with ecstasy. Since she had only his piss hole between her lips and her tongue lapping against that, she managed to swallow her father's come juice easily. Her throat had burned, but it wasn't a painful burn. It was a burn of intense sweetness, excitement, and of a growing desire to have more of that delicious stuff flowing into her throat.

Joan now recalled that particular day as the day she had become an avid cock sucker.

From that time on, she and her father found every opportunity to be alone together. Usually she would suck his cock off, and she found out from him that her mother refused to suck his cock. However, he seemed inclined to sucking cunt, too, and would spend long minutes with his face buried between the hot, creamy thighs of his daughter, lapping and sucking her tender cunt, making Joan come and come with squealing, thrashing, churning ecstasy.

Soon, Joan was providing her father with all his sexual needs. Joan was an only child, and her mother always seemed to have something going, some function, some project that kept her out of the house. So Joan and her father were alone a great deal. It worked out perfectly for Joan and probably her father as well. She no longer had any interest in boys her age with their cocks that failed to gush. She devoured her father's cock constantly, draining his come juice from his hairy balls until he would fall back, exhausted but happy.

And finally her father fucked her.

Joan had a few hairs about her sugary cunt by this time, and there was the promise of having a luxurious, very thick, bush of cunt hair as she grew older. He was delighted with the sparse cunt hair, and would pull at it with his teeth and lips, making Joan giggle and arch her tender sweet cunt against his mouth, pleading with him to stop teasing her and to fuck her with his tongue.

As the boy in the field had done, her father fucked Joan first between her thighs, making her come at the same time he gushed. Once, he jacked off with the head of his cock pressing upon her knotted clit, and, as the hot come juice spurted upon her cunt, Joan came in powerful waves of ecstasy.

It happened when he had been sliding his cock along her pussy. Joan, intensely excited, was arching her crotch up and trying to get more pressure upon her steamy, bubbling cunt.

The head of his cock slipped quickly between the tight lips of her cunt, and Joan yelped. The sound was not one of pain, but of surprised ecstasy. Her fingers, and the fingers of her father, had long since destroyed any possibility of pain.

Joan remembered that first fuck with erotic delight.

At first, her father wanted to pull his cock free, but Joan lifted her crotch up, the tightness of her hot cunt lips clasping him. She screamed at her father to leave his cock inside her, to fuck her. She wrapped her long, slim legs about his, her arms holding him tightly. She held him so he couldn't get away.