Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pony urge

"There's a cave back there, where we could go." His hands skimmed down her body, cupped the cheeks of her cute ass. "C'mon out of the water with me."

Mute, she nodded, willing to do anything he asked.

He released her, climbed up on the flat rock, and offered his hand. "C'mon."

She gulped uneasily; she was naked. Having someone watch her without her knowledge was one thing, but this… She swallowed her fear and gave him her hand. As he hauled her up on the rock, she said: "I don't even know your name."

"It's Roger." He leered at her openly; then he took her hand again. "Be careful."

Still trembling, she climbed over some jagged rocks without stepping on them. There was a wide opening behind a huge boulder. It led to a cave. "God. I never knew this was here."

As the entered the cave, Christine spotted her bikini. "There it is!" She pointed.

"A blanket too." He grinned roguishly. "When I spotted you this morning, I wanted to be prepared. I came back with a blanket, hoping you'd return." He dropped to the blanket inside the hollow cave. "I'm glad you did. C'mon down, and let me lick you."

For a split-second she hesitated. She blushed a deep red from her tits up. Her gaze lowered to Roger's hairy groin. Conflicting emotions soared wildly through her head. She wanted to run, touch his cock, act brazen, impress him, but was too shy to do any of these.

She saw his handsome face; his horny gaze told her he liked what he saw. It gave her confidence. Laddie had left to investigate the cave. She was alone with her first man.

"I like boys to look at me," she said.

"I'm not a boy." Roger grabbed her ankle and brought her down on the blanket with him. He brought his mouth down to hers.

Christine's arms circled around his neck. Open-mouthed and clinging, she kissed him back – the way she had always dreamed. She took his tongue with a hungry fervor and gave him her flaming hot body to touch, maul, caress. Her fingers combed anxiously through his hair. She was a fireball of sexual passion.

Roger crushed the soft body he was holding. Mouth on mouth, he felt wild and greedy hands caress his face, scratch his shoulders, paw the muscles on his arms. She darted her tongue into his hot mouth, and he kissed her and moved his hand over her body, she was receptive, yearning, hungry. He took his mouth off hers. "You're a damn ball of fire. How old are you?"

She told him.

Roger's eyes widened. "You gotta be kidding! Christ! A teeny-bopper!" Her exquisite body had mesmerized him; everything about her seemed older. "Last summer – a skinny runt; this summer – wow!"

She giggled. "I'm tall for my age." She sensed his reluctance to continue. It gave her and edge, heightened her own awareness of her sexual powers. She heaved a sigh. It was about time to put her talent to the test.

She squirmed out of his arms. A feeling of power surged through her. "You're not worried about my age, are you?" She purred. Her hands slid up her sides, cupping her tits. "I thought you wanted to kiss and lick these."

Roger saw the teenager as trouble. She was gorgeous, but he saw in her lithe naked body more than pleasure. He saw danger. "Easy kid. Maybe you should put your bikini back on." It was a struggle, and he chocked on each word. She was a hot sexy girl, looking for some fun, and that fun could cost him. "Come back and see when you're older." He tore his gaze away from her naked body.

Christine mustered up all the courage she had. She sat up, threw herself into his arms, kissing him, rubbing her tits into his broad chest.

She had caught him by surprise, and they tumbled to the blanket. This time, Christine was in the driver's seat. "You chicken?"

"No, Christine. I just don't want trouble. You're a nice girl, with a fantastic body, but you're a baby."

Being called a baby riled her. Her father treated her the same way. "I think you're chickenshit." Her expression softened. "I'll never tell anyone… never." She leaned over him, offered the twenty-year-old college sophomore her swollen tittie meat to suck. "Don't you want to kiss my tits?"

Roger looked at the twin tit mounds looming over his face, an overwhelming temptation. A vein in his temple began to throb. He leered at he swollen nipples of her creamy tittie meat and raised his head. His lips brushed an aching nipple.

"Roger," she gasped, her tits in her mouth. The contact seared her brain; her pussy was already in spasms. "Suck! Ohhhh, God, Roger, you suck good!" She was reeling in ecstasy.

Roger succumbed. He grabbed her slender body, rolled her over, his mouth still devouring the choice meat of her tit. He sucked her rubbery tit flesh, chewed the rubbery nipple, then licked all around the small mound. He daubed her with warm spit. Her other tit was next. He turned both creamy tits into pink mounds of raw flesh. He pulled his mouth away when he was done. His eyes mirrored his flaming passion for the hot teenager.

"Roger, it felt so good," she purred, her head in the clouds. "Touch my wet pussy. Feel it." She was out of her skull; a boy, no – a man – was doing this to her, making her feel like a lump of putty. "Teach me." She offered herself to him, opening her legs – a virgin sacrifice.

Roger teasingly caressed her slowly. Watching his moving hands, he traced designs on her silky-soft skin. When he reached her cherry cunt, his fingers slipped through her silk strands of blonds cunt hair. "Jesus Christ, Christine. You pussy's wet as hell." His fingertips teased her oozing cunt.

"I know," she mewed. Her soft ass squirmed around on the blanket. With his fingers touching her cunt, she couldn't keep still. "Go inside. Touch me all over."

Roger's finger slipped into the folds of velvety pussymeat. He hit the cherry skin and froze. "Holy shit!" He stopped. "You're… you're a Goddamn virgin!"

She wiggled against his hand. "Not if you do something about it," she whimpered softly. She hated her cherry more every second. "You can have my cherry." She was burning up – a firecracker ready to pop. "Fuck me, Roger. I won't scream or tell anyone. I'll make it the best fuck you've ever had."

He shook his head, his passion under control again. "Shit, kid. Don't get me wrong…"

She sat upright. "I'm not a kid, damn it!" She grabbed his cock. "I want this prick inside me. Please. Fuck me, like I know you want to." She stroked his cock gently.

She saw on his face a new wave of passion. She held his prick with more determination, her fingers squeezing. His cock felt different than Laddie's, but just as exciting. "I'll lick you prick for you if you fuck me."

Roger groaned. Her hand felt like fire on his cock. Her words were fuel. "Christ, Christine! You're a baby… a virgin baby."

Christine acted quickly before he said another word, pushing him back on the blanket. She was the control she wielded over him. She also sensed there was a limit to her control. Licking his cock might expand the power she did possess.

She climbed between his legs, came down on top of him, squiggled her hot sizzling body against him. "I'm not a baby," she told him plainly. "You can only say no for so long."

He groaned. He knew she was right. He was caught in her trap. His mind raced for an answer. There was none. The damn kid had him by the balls, and they both knew it.

"C'mon, Christine. I'm twenty… you're just a kid. You'll be sorry, and I'll wind up in trouble with your dad."

She kissed his body. Her urgent kisses covered his chest, his taut, muscular belly, his hairy groin.

As she descending on her way down to his stiff prick, her cunt oozed hot fuck cream with each pulse of her pussy walls.

"You won't get in trouble. I won't say a word to anyone," she promised, between sizzling kisses and urgent nips with her teeth. "I'll lick your cock first. Then, you can fuck me, okay?"