James Barton: Daddy_s nymph daughter

"Yesss… now… now, Pepper! Suck me… I'm cumming! I'm going to cum in your mouth… suck meeeeeeee!"

Pepper felt his legs stiffen as his body became rigid. His prick pulsed as it erupted in her sucking mouth and filled it with his hot, sticky cum. She tasted the warm fluid as it gushed forth. She rolled it around in her mouth as the jerking prick spurted more and more semen. Then, she swallowed. As his cum slid down her throat, she felt his prick jerk strongly, filling her mouth again.

Glen fought for breath. He looked down at the girl's cheeks as he shot his cum into her hot mouth. She swallowed and an ecstatic thrill went through him as he realized she wanted to swallow his jizz-unlike Cass.

Some of the milky white fluid escaped from the corners of her mouth. Glen shivered as he shot the final spurt, and he felt her sucking him dry.

"Oh, my God!" Glen exclaimed as Pepper lifted her head from his prick and licked her lips sensuously. "I've never had anything feel that good, Pepper… never!"

"Not even with your wife?"

He shook his head, ashamed to tell the teenager that his wife would not allow him to cum in her mouth. And she would never swallow his cum even if he did manage to surprise her.

"No… she's not as good as you!"

Glen had engaged in fantasies all his life of this very scene, but he had never actually believed it would happen.

"I'm glad you liked it," Pepper told him, wiggling her cunt against his hand. His finger had slipped out of her asshole, but his thumb was still buried in her wet cunt and she wanted more. "Will… will you fuck me, Glen… in the pussy?"

"Are you on the pill?" he asked apprehensively.

Pepper was caught unaware. The thought of pregnancy had never entered her mind. And, though she and Cindy had discussed it before, neither of them had seriously considered taking the Pill-they simply didn't believe it would be necessary.

"What it I told you I wasn't?"

"God, I wouldn't want to knock you up!" Glen said.

"Aren't there other ways of doing it-not getting pregnant, I mean?"

Glen swallowed nervously. Pepper acted sexually sophisticated. He shook his head. "I could wear a rubber… but I don't have any. You could douche… you do douche, don't you?"

"Of course," Pepper lied, then remembered the douche bag she had found some time before, high on the shelf in the bathroom. It had been her mother's.

"Well, we could take a chance on it…" he said hopefully.

Pepper wiggled her body and looked down at his shrunken prick. "Your cock certainly won't get me pregnant!" She giggled at its wrinkled appearance.

Glen blushed deeply as Pepper lowered her head and took the entire length of his soft prick into her mouth again. Immediately, he felt a stirring, and he knew his cock would be fully grown in a few minutes if she kept that up.

"Oh God… you're gonna kill me!" he moaned as she licked him to erection.

"S'matter, too hot for you?" she asked, raising her head.

"Listen-the last time I made it three times in a row was my wedding night… a man is simply not built like a woman. He needs time to get his strength back!" Glen swatted her playfully on her naked ass.

"Would you like a Coke or something?" she asked as he sighed deeply.

Glen shook his head. "No, but I'd take a bourbon and water if you've got it."

Pepper kissed him softly and squeezed his hard-on, then climbed off the couch and skipped naked across the room to the bar.

"You ever fucked a teenager before?" she asked inquisitively as she poured a measure of her father's whiskey into a glass.

Again, Glen felt his face flush at the girl's open honesty.

"Not since I was a teenager!"

They laughed.

"How old are you?" she inquired.

"Twenty-four…"

"And Cass?"

"Same age… we met in college."

"I'll bet a lot of fucking goes on there, huh?" Pepper said as she dropped an ice cube into the glass and added some water.

"You'd win your bet, Pepper," he told her, accepting the drink as she returned to the couch, her hips swaying in an exaggerated manner.

"Tell me about college… you know, the sexy things," Pepper said as she sat down beside him, one leg tucked under her and the other dangling over his.

"Play with my prick," Glen said, then he sipped the bourbon. "And I'll tell you all the sexy things I can think of."

Pepper giggled. She grabbed the stiffening length of his rigid cock.

As they sat there and talked, neither of them were aware that all they had done had been witnessed by a third party.

Standing on the patio behind the shrubbery, the Reverend Elmer Tomlin stood shaking with lust as Glen and Pepper sat naked and talked in low tones. He had been on his hands and knees alongside the hedge, pulling out a new growth of weeds when he had heard the splash in the Logan pool.

Parting the growth of hedge, he had looked on as the Logan girl and neighbor Lindley had splashed and played in the pool.

He had been shocked beyond words. And it was obvious to the Reverend what was going on as the man had cried out in lust and he knew the girl had jacked him off in the pool.

When Pepper had climbed out of the water and ran for the house, the Reverend's pulse had been pounding at almost twice its normal rate at the sight of her near naked young body.

Then, when Lindley had followed her into the house, he couldn't resist following.

Now, he stood behind the high growth of hedge along the end of the patio-but he could see them. And he had watched excitedly as Lindley got down on his knees in that obscene animal-like posture and licked the young girl's cunt until she cried out in passion.

Then, to his utter amazement, he had looked on as the pretty teenaged girl had sucked the man and let him ejaculate in her mouth.

The Reverend's loins ached as he watched them sitting calmly on the couch. He swallowed thickly and puffed down on the zipper of his pants as Pepper played sinfully with the man's bulging prick. In his mind's eye, Tomlin imagined Pepper doing that very thing to him as he began to jack-off.

Reverend Tomlin's wife had left him some years before as a result of what she considered "Abnormal" sexual behavior. All he wanted her to do was to let him jack off on her huge tits. But his wife was not one of those liberated women it seemed, and finally she had left him. He told everyone that she had passed away, leaving him a widower.

Tomlin watched in fascination as the girl played with Lindley's stiff prick. He felt his own juices rising as he pulled on his prick faster and faster. He closed his eyes momentarily and envisioned the beautiful young red-headed girl stretched out before him. He was kneeling over her, shooting his wad of cum all over her ripe young tits as she writhed in ecstasy.

Tomlin groaned as his legs shook and his cum burst forth, splashing on the green bushes. He watched the sticky substance dripping from the leaves. Quickly, he stuffed his wilting prick back in his pants, then turned in shame, heading for his own yard.

He felt an obligation to speak to the girl's father… but no, he could not bring himself to do that-how would he explain that he had crept through the bushes like some Peeping Tom to watch Paul Logan's daughter suck a man's prick and have her own lush young cunt licked?

No! That would not do. He would wait for the opportunity to confront the Logan girl personally-perhaps he could make her see the error of her ways.

Perhaps he could encourage her to embrace God… perhaps

… just perhaps, she would do for him what he had witnessed her doing for Mr. Lindley!

"You're kidding!" Pepper exclaimed as she sat up excitedly and pulled on Glen's prick. "She actually let the dog fuck her?"