Ted Leonard: Daughter_s torment

If Sandra only knew! At that very moment, her sweet little girl was cumming more violently than she was!

Sharon was still on her bed, but now she as on all fours with. Her sweaty forehead buried in a pillow. Her knees were wide apart and she had two fingers stuffed up her juicy cunt-hole. Panting and moaning, she fucked her hot fingers in and out of her squishy cunt-hole and kept cumming happily.

"Ohhh, mama!" Sharon rasped hotly as her fingers mauled her stiff, throbbing clit and drilled up into her squirmy pussy.

The older generation tends to look at the past. The younger generation looks to the future. And so it was with Sharon and her mother. While Sandra stood trembling and cumming in the shower, thinking back on Clint's and Jim's beautiful cocks in her body, pretty Sharon was already thinking about tomorrows. Her young mind filled with thoughts of the man next door, Mr. Barrett.

She fucked three fingers up into her squirming fuck-hole and imagined he handsome man next door eating her pussy, fucking her mouth, fucking her cunt, and fucking her asshole.

Dan Barrett was newly divorced and living alone. He was such a sexy man! Everybody called him a fox! And he was. But there was something else about him, tap. Only Sharon knew that the handsome man was very lewd and dirty. He always stared at her pretty tits when she was around. He often looked at her as if he wanted to eat her up!

That had frightened her many time. But not now. Not after her night with Clint and Jim. Not after learning what her pussy really wanted out of life.

"Ohhh, Mr. Barrett," she cried screwing her ass in the air as her pussy sucked on her fingers. "Ummmm, am I gonna suck yaw big cock! God, it must be enormous! Ohhh, you handsome devil, I'll eat you up."

It dawned on her then that she wanted to do to the man what she had accused him of wanting to do to her. She burst into erotic laughter and came wetly on her plunging fingers. As she dreamed about the man's giant prick forcing its way up into her little cunt, she came even harder. She squealed as her fingers probed deeply into her pussy. Floods of passion, lust and creamy came washed through her body – as she moaned and shivered and shook on the bed.

Wave after wave of cummy pleasure flowed through her as she imagined getting fucked by the good-looking stud next door. Sharon felt like the cummy joys were never going to stop now that those men had gotten her started. And Sharon didn't want them to stop. Ever!

She wanted the mind-boggling, streaking, electric shocks of pleasure in her tits and cunt and ass. Nothing else was important now.

With a final shudder of delight, she collapsed breathlessly on the bed, her cute title ass writhing. That's the way her mother found her when she entered the room.

Sandra pulled her robe tight around her voluptuous, body when her little girl twisted around to look at her.

"Sharon, I have to talk to you," Sandra said.

Sharon said nothing. She rolled onto her back and waited for her mother to speak. She didn't want to talk out of turn and tell her mother what she was thinking about sex.

"Darling," Sandra said, perching her ass on the edge of the bed. "I've been thinking. About what you said. About us being friends. Uhhh, maybe your father shouldn't know anything about what happened here tonight. Maybe no one should; I mean… well – oh, damn it! I guess I'm saying I liked it as much as you did."

She lay down beside her daughter and took her in her arms. "Let's have a long talk now, I want to know what you've been up to. I think things are going to be very different around here from now on."

Sharon awoke the next morning feeling warm and loved. She and her mother had a good talk, and Sharon had told all. She left nothing out now. She told her wide-eyed mother all about her lesbian cunt licking other schoolgirls. She admitted to fucking lots of boys' wonderful stiff pricks. She confessed to sucking cocks. The only thing she left out was that she knew Clint and Jim.

She writhed kittesishly on her bed and kicked the covers off her naked young body. She cupped her tits and rubbed her pussy a little, just to wake herself up. Then she lay there, stroking her cunt-fur and fondling a tit as she ran through her mind once again her plan for the next-door neighbor.

She knew she had to have a plan if she was going to get what she wanted. She felt like just going next door and saying, "Mr. Barrett, I know you want to fuck me. Why don't you do it now?"

But that wouldn't get her everything she wanted from the handsome man. She wanted to be pursued, desired, craved, forced! After her experience with lusty guys like Jim and Clint, her young mind and body longed for more of the same. My girl could get fucked, she thought, but I want to be tortured the way Clint and Jim tortured me!

She didn't know the power of her own awakened sexuality. She didn't know that her cute tits, lovely ass, and furry cunt were already tuned to any man's stiff cock. She soon found out.

She prepared for her little sex game by wearing her briefest, tightest minidress. It was a pretty blue, cut low across her jutting young tits and high on her curvy thighs. With her hair brushed and combed and her eyes sparkling with youth and vitality, she awaited her chance to seduce the guy next door. Her opportunity came about eleven o'clock when Dan Barrett stepped out his back door to empty trash.

Sharon slipped out her kitchen door and pretended to just see the man. "Oh, hi, Mr. Barrett," she cooed, moving toward the fence that separated their yards.

"Dan." He grinned, glancing at the thrust of her darling tits. "I told you to call me Dan. We don't need that Mr. Barrett crap."

"My mom and dad would get mad if they heard me calling you by your first name," Sharon said innocently – but looking sexy.

"They can't hear you," Dan said, smiling handsomely. "Let me hear you say my name."

Sharon giggled. Her tits rose up at the lowcut neckline and she saw him eye her. "Dan," she said and let the tip of her pink tongue touch her lips so he could see it.

Dan's eyes narrowed. Was he mistaken or was she being friendlier than usual? She often cockteased him, as far as he was concerned, but this time she seemed to be downright friendly.

They chatted a few moments and Dan maneuvered himself to get some good peeks at her half-naked tits. His cock erected in his pants and he wished he could shove his fucking prick up Sharon's sweet young cunt.

Sharon could almost read his thoughts and see his desire in his fiery eyes. "You shouldn't look at me like that," she breathed softly.

"Why not?" he laughed. "You're a sexy girl, and you know it."

"Dan," she purred, "call me pretty if you want, but you shouldn't call me sexy."

Dan just chuckled, convinced now that something was different about Sharon. She wasn't simply being coy or flirtatious. Could it really be that the kid was actually hot to trot? Could he hope for that?

"How about a cup of coffee?" he asked, anxious to find out just how far he could go with her.

"Oh, I'd love a cup," Sharon cooed. Inwardly she wondered what took him so long to try to get her into his house. He used to laugh and invite her inside often, sort of teasing, but somehow meaning it, too.

Dan's hard-on jerked nervously between his legs as he walked with her into his house. The lovely bitch always refused his invitations before. Now here she was, looking good enough to eat, standing in his kitchen.

He forgot all about the coffee. He turned to her and let his gaze run up and down her lithe young body. She looked so pure, so innocent, so Goddamned fuckable.

"Golly," she gasped, seeing the look of lust in his horny eyes, "you make me feel naked!"

"Then let's get you that way," he chuckled. Sharon caught her breath as he pushed up against her and kissed her mouth hotly. She felt his cock, big and thick, pound against her crotch and she went weak in his arms. Her thrusting tits pressed hard against his massive chest and her thighs closed on his boner. She moaned through the hot kiss.