J Watson: The neighbor_s daughter

"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's how I want it. Grab my ass and stick your fucking cock in my pussy."

She knew it was getting close for him. She could already feel his cock getting thicker and more of his cum leaking in her tingling pussy. Besides, she knew he was ramming her pussy as hard as he possibly could.

She let herself give in to the sweet feelings of pleasure. "Keep fucking me like that. I'm almost there. I'm almost fucking there!"

"Hurry, baby," her father whispered. "I'm there already. I'm going to shoot pretty soon."

She felt his fingernails digging into her ass cheeks as he tried to get his cock head even deeper into her hot cunt. She felt the floodgates open and her juices started soaking his cock.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "I'm coming. I'm fucking coming! Oh yes, it feels so good!It feels so fucking good!"

Almost immediately she felt him tense his body as he got ready to shoot his cum inside her. Her father was about to shoot his cum inside her!

"Come in me," she moaned, as she kept shaking her ass beneath his brutal thrusts.

"Oh yeah, baby," be groaned. "Oh fuck yes, you cock-sucking bitch! Oh shit, it's good. I'm going to shoot my cum in your cunt! In my daughter's cunt! Oh shit, it feels good!"

She wrapped her arms tightly around her father and felt his cum shooting inside her pussy. Again and again his hot cum exploded inside her. She squeezed her cunt muscles again to milk every drop from his rigid prick. It seemed like a long time before her father's cock started getting soft and slipping out of her cunt.

"Daddy," she moaned softly. "Oh Daddy, that was good. It was really good!"

She saw a look like guilt in her father's eyes, and she realized what he was thinking. He had fucked his daughter. There was nothing as terrible for a father to have done. She could still feel his cum inside her cunt.

"Daddy," she said. "Daddy, it was my fault. I wanted your cock. I wanted it bad!"

"I'm ashamed," he said.

"No, you're not," she said. Carol was surprised at the sudden hardness that had crept into her voice. "You're not ashamed at all. You got a young piece and right now you're a little afraid that I might tell. But you did enjoy yourself."

"I guess I did," he said.

"I'm beginning to learn about men," Carol said. "Even fathers. I don't think it's going to be very long before you'll be back for more. You'll be panting around my ass before the guilt wears off!"

"That's not true," he said.

Her father got up and dressed, but Carol didn't bother. She knew it was true. She knew that it wouldn't be very long before he would be back around her with his tongue hanging out. All men were really the same.

Carol turned over and went to sleep.

Carol had a problem. Now it wasn't just the Fisher men grabbing at her shapely ass every time they got the chance, but her own father was starting to grab every time her mother's back was turned. Not that Carol didn't like fucking them, but she was caught up with the morals of her upbringing. It seemed wrong to be spreading her legs so often for any man.

Carol knew she had to talk to someone about her problem. She knew she couldn't talk to her mother. Her mother would have a fit. Neither did Carol want to talk to anyone at school. None of them would have had the understanding she needed.

That left only one person.

Her Uncle Bob.

Bob Banister was twenty years old, but he had always seemed very understanding. He seemed smart for his age. He had also proven he was smart in a business way. At twenty he was already the best salesman in his company. He was single, but he owned a big house with a swimming pool, and Carol had often heard the rumors about the wild parties he held there.

Carol felt like that if anyone could tell her how to handle her new sexual problems it would be her Uncle Bob.

She went to his house after school the next afternoon. She found Bob in the back sunning by the pool. So far the men she had been with had been young or middle-aged. Bob was at the height of his masculinity.

He was sleeping by the pool with a towel thrown carelessly across his crotch. He was lean and well muscled. Carol didn't speak for a while. She just stood there staring at his body.

Damn, but he was good looking. She hadn't remembered how good looking he was.

But she'd come for another reason than to admire his body. She cleared her throat and Bob opened his eyes. He didn't seem surprised to see her standing there.

"Hello, doll," he said.

"Hi, Uncle Bob."

"What are you doing in this neck of the woods?" he asked.

"I have to talk to you, Uncle Bob," she said.

"Come here and sit down," Bob said, patting the pool chair beside him.

"That's what uncles are for."

She went over and sat down on the chair beside him. She immediately saw Bob's eyes look up her legs to the hem of her short skirt and back down again. He evidently liked what he saw, because he smiled.

"You've really started growing up in the past few weeks." Bob said.

"Yes." Carol blushed. "That's one of the reasons I have to talk to you."

"Oh?" Bob asked. "Shoot. This sounds interesting."

Carol didn't name names but she told Bob her problem. She told him how she couldn't go from day to day without thinking about sex. She couldn't even look at a man without wondering about the size of his cock. She was afraid she was going crazy.

"Oh, Uncle Bob," she finally said. "I'm afraid I'm turning into a nympho or something."

Bob put a hand on her leg in a gentle way. She felt his fingers stroking her through her pantyhose. It wasn't really sexy, but he had hot fingers that thrilled her a little.

"Don't be worried," Bob said. "It's perfectly natural for a girl your age to think about sex all the time. Maybe a few years ago it might have been considered indecent, but times have changed. You can think about sex just as the bays your age think about it."

"You don't think there's anything wrong with me?" she asked.

"Of course not," Bob said gently. "In fact, from where I sit, I think there's absolutely nothing wrong with you."

A shiver went through her as she saw him look at her legs. She felt herself breathing a little heavily. His hands moved up her leg just below the hem of her skirt.

Bob licked his lips. "Damn, it's getting hot out here. I think I'll take a swim."

With that Bob raised up and walked across the tile to the pool. His muscular body cut the water gracefully. Carol could feel her heart pounding. She hadn't realized that her Uncle Bob hadn't been wearing anything underneath his towel. His huge cock and balls had been in plain view when he jumped into the water.

She knew that now was the time to leave. Instead she sat there until Bob came back out of the pool. He seemed to be oblivious to his naked body. He picked up a drink on the lounge table and finished it off.

"Would you like something?" Bob asked.

Carol's eyes remained fastened on his cock. She didn't think she'd ever seen one quite as big as Bob's. She hadn't realized that there could be that big a difference in cock sizes. It made her tingle all over.

"Do you like this?" Bob asked.

He put his hand underneath his balls and gently cupped his cock. It was like he was holding it out to her. She couldn't keep her eyes off it. She could see it slowly starting to get hard.

"I asked you a question," Bob said.

"Yes," she whispered. "I like it."

"I never realized what a good-looking cunt you were before today," Bob said. "It's a damn shame the way all those other men got to your honey-snatch first. I would have liked to be the one to nick your cherry."

"You shouldn't be talking to me like this, Uncle Bob," Carol protested.

"Shit. You haven't taken your eyes off my cock since the second I got out of the pool. Remember you told me how hot you get just looking at boys. Well, I'm a man, baby, and the size of my cock has turned plenty of women on."