Frank Brown - Wild naughty daughter

Rick eased his cock out, allowing her air again before he fucked it back in. His balls mashed against her chin. His pubic bone churned against her nose. As he worked his cock in and out, it felt to Sally like an arm sliding in and out of her mouth and gullet.

Rick put his hands on his hips. He swayed back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, watching it fuck Sally's mouth. Sally gazed up at him, seeing his expressions of pleasure, watching the muscles of his abdomen ripple. He clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, as if resting his head and reveling in the sensations streaming through his cock as he pleasured it in Sally's mouth. His biceps flexed and sweat trickled from the blond sprigs of hair under his arms. He put his hands back on his hips and grinned.

"Man, you got the prettiest little mouth, and the hottest, softest throat! I could fuck your face all day, bitch! Use your tongue more, though, and suck a little harder! The faster you suck, the faster you get the cum."

Sally growled, munching, sucking, licking. She'd never tasted anything more delicious than this stud's cock. Her head vibrated as Rick's cock quivered in her mouth. It excited her no end when Rick's cock flexed, when it throbbed. His fucklube ran down her throat. She'd never felt more orally satisfied in her life. She wanted his cum, though. She craved the taste of his sweet, thick fuck-juice. She'd never hungered for anything more in her life.

Rick looked more delirious by the moment. His face flushed deeply, his eyes became more and more glazed, and he moaned as if someone had stabbed a needle into his ass and was slowly twisting it.

"Oh, baby, munch, suck, make it come!" Sally could just make out Rick's thick toes curling against the floor. She longed to embrace his legs and ass, to cling to him as she sucked his cock and brought him off, but she'd have to thrust her hands right through the wall to do that, so instead of clutching at Rick, she clutched at herself. She rammed three fingers up her pussy again and started to jerk off in earnest. She was as horny again as if her orgasm of just moments ago had never happened.

Rick pulled his cock out until only the head remained in her mouth.

"Lick the back of the knob!" he gasped. "Oh Christ, yeah, yeahhhh, Goddamn!"

He forced his cock all the way in, and when he pulled it out, he let Sally lap at the rear of his cockknob before he shoved it back in. As she slicked there, his cock stiffened and quivered as if it would explode.

"Lick!" he muttered as he pulled it out, then moaned as he rammed it back in.

Sally's face ran with sweat. She could hardly breathe, but she worked as she never had in her life, sucking, munching, licking as Rick had told her to. She wanted his cum! She'd die if she didn't taste his cum!

"Baby, get ready!" Rick gasped. He slipped his cock in and out, his body shaking all over. "Oh, God, oh shit, take it!"

He rammed his cock tall the way down Sally's gullet and pressed himself to the wall, which he rattled violently as his cock flexed powerfully and ejected his cum.

"Awwwww, man!"

Sally couldn't believe it! Rick Johnson was feeding her his cum! She had to swallow fast to keep from choking as the hot thick fluid filled her throat again and again. Rick's cock shook with each ejaculation, and Sally felt pleasure streaming through her mouth and throat and gullet and tits – as if some of Rick's orgasmic sensations were shooting into Sally's own flesh. Her head filled with the taste and smell of steaming stud-cum, Sally finger fucked herself to a frenzy of excitement. As she swallowed a fresh round of hot jism, she started to shake and jerk with her own orgasm. She moaned loudly, her young body saturated with pleasure. The pussyjuice gushed from her madly contracting cunt. She wanted to die!

Rick humped at her face, pressing himself hard to the wall until he'd milked out all his cum and fuck-feeling. Then he sighed, sliding his cock out of her throat and mouth. His cock flopped down heavily over his balls, dripping with cum and spit. It resembled the hanging cock of a donkey. He bent over and nipped Sally on the nose with his teeth. Then he straightened up again and quickly slipped on the new jockstrap, curling his cock up so he could stuff it in the pouch.

"Fits," he said, then picked up his shorts.

Sally watched him dress, wearing the jockstrap underneath his cut-offs. She was still woozy on his taste and smell, and on the pleasure he'd caused her. As soon as he was done dressing, Sally forced herself up, closed the walldoor and curtain as she'd found them, slipped on her shoes, and quickly left the booth.

At the cash register, she rang up the sale for the jockstrap. Rick took his change, then pulled something from his pocket and shoved it into her hands. It was an old yellowed jockstrap, frayed and falling apart. It was also moist and reeking of Rick's sweaty balls.

"Take care of it," Rick said, stuffing a square of pink bubblegum into his mouth. "Half the chicks at school would give up one of their tits to have that thing. See you around, baby. One of these nights you and I'll go out parking." He leaned over the counter, gave Sally a juicy bubblegum-flavored kiss, then belched and swaggered away.

Sally watched him until the elevator door closed and he was gone. When her head finally cleared, she quickly stuffed Rick's sweaty jock into a plastic bag and put it with her $500 check from Mr. Lipman. The check was worth a lot, but Rick's jock was worth ten times more. Heck, it was unbelievable!

Sally arrived home carrying a Lipman's shopping bag, which contained her prize acquisitions of the day: one fancy new green dress; one fancy new pair of shoes; a check for $500; and Rick Johnson's dilapidated jockstrap. She was wearing what she'd left home in this morning – tight shorts and a tight blouse and nothing else. As she stepped into the driveway there was a roar behind her – her brother Mark arriving home on his motorcycle. From the look of his sun-bleached hair, his tan, and his scanty dress – just frayed cutoffs and Nike running shoes – it was obvious he'd spent another day out on the river beach.

As he got off the bike, he looked Sally up and down like a tiger appraising potential prey. "Where you been, Sis? The old lady threw a fit this noon cause you didn't show up at the church dungeon this morning."

"Tell you at dinner," Sally said, unable to contain her smile. Nor could she keep her eyes off Mark's muscles. She looked him over just as shamelessly as he was appraising her. She'd never dared look at him with such obvious interest before, but this evening she felt bold.

He swallowed, and Sally swore she saw the bulge in his shorts swell larger.

"I can't wait to hear," he said. He gave her a swat on the ass and walked with her into the house.

In the kitchen, Mom was busy tearing up greens for a salad. She took one look at Sally and her race reddened.

"You'd better have a good explanation for yourself, young lady!" Her eyes flitted to Sally's bare legs and feet. She looked back to her salad preparations, as if she couldn't bear to see anymore. "You will go upstairs, young lady, and you will wash and dress yourself. Then you will come back down here and help set the table."

"Hi, Mom!" Mark butted in. "What's for supper?" He went to the stove and lifted the lid of a pot, then wafted the steam at his nose. "Split-pea soup. Yummy!"

"Mark, I don't want you in this kitchen dressed that way. You're almost as bad as your sister. Go upstairs and shower, please. Then dress for dinner."

"Just what I was gonna do," Mark said.

Upstairs, Sally dumped her Lipman's bag in her room, then slipped back out into the hall, tiptoeing to Mark's closed bedroom door and kneeled in front of it. Her heart was pounding, as it always did when she spied on her brother, but she felt much less guilty today about what she was doing. After what had happened to her today at Lipman's, playing peeping Sally wasn't that big a deal. She peered through the keyhole and saw Mark prying off his left shoe with his right foot, and his right shoe with his left. He was standing at his dresser, unlocking the upper left-hand drawer where he kept his magazines that pictured naked women. He took them out at least twice a day – each morning before breakfast, and each evening before dinner. For all Sally knew, he took them out before bed too, and maybe at some other times during the day, but she'd never had the guts to spy on him at other times, for fear she'd be caught by Mom. When Mom was safely downstairs preparing a meal, Sally felt relatively safe.