Frank Brown: Wild naughty daughter

Sally lost control. She threw her legs up over the man's shoulders, clamped his head between her thighs, writhed madly as she ground her open crotch in the man's face. Her heart slammed so hard she could hardly hear herself think.

"Ohhhh, George, lick it, oh God lick it!" She bounced her ass, fucking her cunt in the man's sucking mouth, feeding him her hot slick juices and her sizzling crotchmeat. The fuck-sensations swarmed in her loins, streamed in all directions through her body, tingling her nipples, prickling her toes.

George Lipman sounded like a man fighting for his last breaths. He was smothering, drowning between her legs. He twisted his head, growling, sucking, eating. He rammed his tongue deep inside her hot teenage crotch, probing all the juicy folds and crevices of her young cunthole. His tongue twisted, wriggled, squirmed, jabbed and Sally saw stars. Never had the sensitive nerves in her fluffy cuntmeat been stimulated like this. Even her asshole streamed inside with hot tingles.

Sally realized that George Lipman had his cock out of his pants and was jerking it off. She knew how men jerked off because she'd more than once spied on her brother Mark as he'd beat off his teenaged cockmeat, and she'd heard the girls at school talk a lot about how boys jerked off. She craned her head to the side, trying to peer under George Lipman's paunch so she could get a look at what he held in his jerking hand. She glimpsed a big, purplish knob, all shiny, with a clear fluid oozing out of it. As the man's fist jerked, he worked some loose skin from his cockmeat back and forth over the knob. The loose skin surprised her. Mark's cock-skin was perfectly tight on his erect cock, but then the skin was tight all over Mark's muscular body. Mr. Lipman's skin sagged on his face and belly, and on the rest of him, so she really shouldn't be surprised to see loose skin on his hard cock. George's big shiny cock-knob and that loose skin were really kind of ugly, kind of creepy, but for some reason Sally found herself being excited even more by the sight of the man's fuck-organ.

"Come on, sweetheart," Mr. Lipman gasped. "Come on, baby! Mmnnnmnnnnn!" He sucked fiercely, eating her up, devouring her pulsating crotchmeat. His tongue stabbed deep inside her, and suddenly Sally was coming.

Her head snapped back. She saw stars. She arched up, driving her cunt into the man's mouth, feeding him her exploding young fuckhole. Mr. Lipman slurped, guzzling down her hot fuckjuices as her pussy contracted again and again. Sally moaned loudly, abandoning herself to the pleasure. Mr. Lipman's tongue and teeth felt electrically charged as they licked and gnawed her spasm-wracked crotch.

Sally finally ground her humping to a halt. She went limp, relaxing completely, sighing long as she experienced a tremendous sense of relief from the fuck-tension. Her legs unwrapped from around the man's head. She was panting hard.

George Lipman pushed himself to his feet. His face was a slimy mess of pussycream and sweat. Some of Sally's blonde cunt-hairs stuck to his lips. His head looked like a red balloon about to burst. He gasped for breath, pounding his cock as if trying to mutilate it. Placing one hand an the backrest of the couch, he leaned toward Sally, pushing his cock close to her face. His hot fucklube dripped on her tits.

"Open your mouth!" he gasped. "Quick!" Sally responded automatically, opening her mouth without thinking, because she'd been told to do so. She saw George's pisshole open wide, saw white fluid begin to spurt out. A hot wad of cum splashed against her check, and George stuffed his cock in her mouth before she could do anything to prevent him. His huge wet fucker filled her mouth, pulsating as his cock ejected more cum. Sally choked as the slimy fluid shot against her tonsils.

George was grunting like a bull, moaning as if in pain. "Drink it! Suck it out, little bitch!" Sally had to swallow to keep from choking on the profuse load of thick fuckcream. The man's cock kept vibrating, kept flexing, kept shooting hot slime down her throat. The taste and aroma of the fluid went to Sally's head like smelling salts and made her head reel with dizziness. The man's cock tasted terrible, but before he was done coming, Sally found herself, munching on it as if it were a tasty slab of roast beef. Not only that, she found herself sucking out the last thick drops of man-cum, disappointed that there was no more coming.

George pulled his cock out. He pushed back, standing unsteadily. His eyes closed, his large paunch rising and failing as he sucked in deep breaths. His cock dangled from the fly of his black trousers, long and fat, wet with Sally's spit, its cockhead nearly covered with a sheath of skin. After several moments, he opened his eyes, then began to unbutton his shirt.

Sally sat there, silent and dumbfounded, but fascinated as he undressed completely in front of her. His body was not only grossly fat, sagging even more than she'd guessed, but covered with black hairs. It would have been enough to scare any girl away, except this wasn't just any old fat man – this was George Lipman. And he did have a fascinating set of balls – very large, like a bull's. And his cock hung over his balls, getting longer, swelling. The loose skin over the cockhead started to pull back as the cock stiffened without really standing up. The man had attained a semi-erection, his cock straight and throbbing, but pointed more down than up.

"Lie down, you gorgeous little slut," George said, then he got onto the couch and started to lower his huge sweating body down on top of her.

Sally feared she'd be crushed, but George took most of his weight on his elbows, and she felt as if she were covered with a heavy pillow of flesh. Her breathing became shallow due to the weight of the man, but all in all, she felt fairly comfortable under his naked bulk. His tremendous body-heat made Sally begin to sweat profusely. It was as if she'd just been covered by a gigantic hot-water bottle. She squirmed under him and felt his hairy skin scratch against her own velvety-smooth skin. His cock was like a long, hot, hard pipe between them, and she could feel it throbbing.

George licked her face, slobbering over it.

"Oh, my gorgeous little girl," he moaned. "Oh, my darling!"

He kissed her, smooching her all over her face.

Sally had kissed only a few boys in her life, and those kissing sessions hadn't lasted long because Sally had always twisted away before the boys got too serious and out of control, which had been almost immediately. Well, now she not only had no way of escaping, but she didn't want to escape. Her loins strained upward against the man as the fuck-itch surged through them. She'd just come, but her entire body throbbed with aching need again. She opened her mouth, letting George Lipman slide his big fat tongue down her throat.

George snorted like a bull, humping against her smooth belly, wheezing as he licked out her throat and inhaled her breath. His cock seemed to grow larger and harder, and a slick, hot fluid ran out of it, lubricating her skin. As he worked his cock between them, belly-fucking Sally, an obscene squishing sound came from between their pressed-together bodies. George's spit drooled down Sally's throat. He sucked oh her tongue.

Sally trembled, the feelings rushed through her making her too weak to do anything but lie there and let George Lipman use her in any way he wanted to. Her spread legs raised up automatically and wrapped around George's loins. Her hot feet caressed his ass, her toenails scratching sensuously. She felt George's cock throbbing madly between them. Her own eyes rolled dizzily as George sucked the breath out of her.

He broke their kiss, wheezing as he squirmed on top of her, grinding himself against her, pleasuring his flesh against her teenaged body.