Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pony urge

Roger didn't budge. He just groaned, unable to fight the sexy girl squirming her way down to his aching cock. "Christ!"

Christine giggled, enjoying her power, learning how to use it. She rubbed her pussy along his leg. "I'm still all wet." Her gaze locked on his rigid prick. "It's soooo big, Roger." With childlike curiosity, she ran her fingers over his cock shaft. A tremor swept through her cherry cunt; a tremor of anticipation.

Her hand slipped down to his heavy balls, cupping his hairy sac. "God."

"Lick my cock, Christine," Roger urged. He no longer cared about her age; getting sucked by the horny kid was uppermost in his mind. "Lick my cock and maybe I'll fuck you." He raised his head off the blanket and saw the girl between his legs, her small hand wrapped around his thick, purplish-red cock, her wide eyes absorbing the size of his giant bloated prickshaft. "Eat me. Christine. Taste your first cock."

Christine shivered in a moment of panic. She released his weighty balls. Both of her hands came up from his groin, surrounded his towering prick, captured his cock shaft, and held it prisoner. Christine could feel his prick throb in her grip. She hesitated – another wave of panic.

Roger sensed her indecision. A few minutes ago, he would have capitalized on it and gotten the hell out of there. It was too late now. "Eat my cock Christine," he urged softly, gently, his voice hypnotic. "Put my cock in your mouth and see what it's like."

She nodded. She closed in on his prick as if it were drawing her like a magnet. Her pink tongue flicked out across his bloated cockhead. Her pussy reacted – a storm raged inside her. Almost collapsing from her overwhelming passion, she maintained her balance, put her head on his firm belly. Her mouth was at the base of his cock. She licked, her tongue circling through his groin hair.

Hot, nervous, and frightened, Christine came up from his groin, her mouth at his cockhead. Her tits ached. She leered down at his prick spearing the air, his piss-slot aimed at her face. A shuddering excitement engulfed her.

"Unnnnn," she hummed as her mouth came down on Roger's prickhead. Her tight lips surrounded his bulb-shaped cockhead, surrounding it with the damp warmth of her mouth.

"Ahhhhh," Roger groaned blissfully. He arched off the blanket; his cock head scraped the roof of her mouth on its way to her tight throat. He dropped back to the ground.

Christine held his cockhead firmly between her lips. The moment of fear, when he had lunged, was gone. She held the base, sucked his prick like a child would suck a lollipop. The sweet taste of candy was not that the wanted; the hard fleshy taste of cock was.

Her passion raging within her, she became bold, began to experiment. She pushed her mouth down until the bloated tip of his cock clogged her throat. She came up gasping, her eyes bright and gleaming. "Am I doing good?" She wanted to please, an anxious child needing his approval in her quest to prove that she wasn't a kid.

"Great!" Roger moaned. He wrenched his hips, wanting more of her fabulous mouth. Her hand, squeezing his cock, was driving him crazy. "Don't stop now. Keep doing it. Your mouth was fabulous!"

She blinked, then smiled. "I know what you want. You want me to suck you off, so you don't have to fuck me."

He groaned. "Yeah, come on, my cock's hurting for your fabulous mouth."

"What about me? I want to lose my cherry… to get fucked." She pouted, feeling hurt.

"Next time," he promised, knowing there would never be one. "Suck my cock, Christine. I'll get your cherry tomorrow."

She didn't belive him, but she wanted to suck his cock, to feel the cum squirt into her mouth. "Okay, but remember – you owe me."

Roger groaned; her hand was like a vise on his hard cockshaft. He didn't like being out on a limb with such a young girl, but he had no choice. His balls ached. He had to have some kind of relief – with her cherry still intact. "Eat me, Christine."

"I will." She eyed him curiously. "Ever have a girl eat your cock before?"

He nodded.

"I'll do better." She was a child, but her confidence was that of a woman. "You'll be begging me for more when I get through with you."

"Just suck my prick." His passion robbed him of patience. "Suck, Christine, and stop talking."

Committed, she threw herself into her first blow job with the exuberance of youth and the passion of a woman. Her tongue became a wet whip, slapping back and forth across his cock, up and down the length, over the wide girth of hard prickmeat.

She used her tongue on his cock, like Laddie had done to her pussy. She began to nibble up and down the length of his prick, first one side, then the other. Her mouth feasted on the delectable prickmeat, loving, carving the throbbing piece of cock-muscle. She delicately chewed on the sensitive underside, then swooped her mouth over his bloated cockhead and sucked.

"Aggghhhh!" he growled. She sucked so hard, he thought she was going to draw his cum up through his balls before he blasted. "Christine! Suck! Suck!" He lunged again driving his prick head into her snug-fitting throat. "Unnn!"

Christine chocked; her eyes popped. She forced herself not to panic. Her nose flared with a sudden intake of air, and she relaxed, letting Roger's cockhead enter her throat. It was wild strange, exciting. His prick seemed to throb in her gullet, stretching the narrow opening of her tight throat. She gurgled on his prick and her own spit.

Roger's ball were rumbling with new life; his prick was about to burst at the seams. "Sweet little baby," he groaned. A child was about to suck him into heaven. "Christine, your mouth… feels great! Keep sucking. Keep chewing. Enjoy your first meal!"

It excited her to hear his voice while his cock clogged her mouth and throat. She sensed the same urgency in him that had driven Laddie to blast his cum. Her heart almost leaped into her throat. Roger was going to come. It staggered her mind, and her lithe naked body felt a mild orgasm whip through her in tingling sensations of warmth.

She gripped the base of his cock and jerked the thin flexible skin up and down. She swirled her tongue around his stabbing cock, sucking, her cheeks drawn in, her teeth clamped around it. Her hands shifted the moveable skin of his cock bringing him to the edge of oblivion and beyond.

He humped into her mouth, lunged off the ground, and lodged his prick in her throat. He came slamming back to the blanket. As he whipped his cock in and out of the teenager's mouth, he roared; "I'm coming, Christine!" The hollow cave echoed his words.

Roger's hands balled into fists. His muscles strained under the tremendous pressure building inside his exploding balls and shooting cock. He creamed Christine's mouth, felt her jerking fingers and sliding mouth. Her clinging lips were wet, soft.

Christine, not really sure what to expect, took the first thick gooey gob of cum deep in her throat. It was followed by a succession of spurting wads, each thicker and heavier than the last. Jism flooded her mouth, oozed down her gullet, gushing from her nose and paste her clinging lips. Her hands came off his prick. She took the humping thrusting violence of Roger's exploding climax and froze.

Roger slammed his prick into her mouth. With her hand away from his thick cock base, he was able to thrust the entire length of his prick into her throat. His groin slammed against her lips. Cum poured out of his piss-slot like water spurting from a faucet. His body lunged in the heat of his orgasm. At blurring speed, he pounded her mouth with his prick.

Panic, then fear set in. The fear of drowning in his cum. She battled her feelings, winning. Her fear transformed into greed – greed for his cum, his cock, every dynamite inch of it. She picked up his thrusting fuck rhythm, slamming her face into his colliding groin. His mat of curly cock hair tickled her nose and lips. She sucked with deep heavy suction power when he dropped back for that instant before he lunged again.