Ray Todd - Horny easy daughter

"Oh, Bart!" she squealed with ecstasy. "Here I come, honey! Oh, Christ, here I come!"

Feeling his prick ready to explode, the man began fucking in and out with fast, jerky strokes. Then he felt the jizz rushing up through the length of his throbbing prick.

"Oh, sweet pissin' Jesus!" Linda squealed as his white-hot cum gushed into her cunt. "I'm coming! I'm coming… commmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg!"

With her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his spurting body, Linda felt nothing but rapture. His belching cock continued shooting stream after stream of hot jizz into the little convulsing fuckhole.

When he finally pulled his limp wet prick out of her cum-drenched pussy, Linda quickly scampered down and stuffed his flaccid cock into her mouth. Sucking deeply, she drew out the last remaining drops of his tasty jizz.

"Did you enjoy that?" she whispered, crawling back up into his arms.

"God, yes."

"Me you gonna fuck me again tonight?"

"Yes."

"And are you going to let me take care of your beautiful cock until Joan gets home?" she asked.

"Yes, darling," he whispered. "But we must never let her know about it."

A few days later, Lorne Walters called Marge at home.

"Hi, Lorne," she said, instantly recognizing his voice. "How are you?"

"Just fine," he answered. "I was wondering if you are doing anything next weekend."

"Why?"

"A business associate of mine is flying into town, and I was hoping you and your girlfriend, Beth Franklin, would join us for an intimate little weekend at my country home."

"How intimate?" she giggled.

"As intimate as you want to be."

"Are you thinking about a lot of sucking and fucking?" whispered Marge.

"Yes, that's sort of what I had in mind," he answered. "Does Beth go in for that sort of thing?"

"God, yes," the pretty redhead giggled. "She's a hotter bitch than I am."

"Good," he laughed. "Then you'll go?"

"I'll have to ask Beth," she answered. "But I'm sure she'll want to."

"Then I'll send my car for you around ten o'clock Saturday morning," he said.

"You better have him pick us up at Beth's place," whispered Marge. "I don't want my husband to know about it."

"I understand," he said. "Will you give me her address?"

When she finally hung up, Marge called Beth, and her friend was thrilled about it and readily agreed.

Telling her husband that she was spending the weekend with her mother as she often did, Marge asked him if he'd take care of their little daughter, Penny, until she got back. Packing her bag the next morning, she hurried over to Beth's place.

As they waited excitedly in Beth's apartment, both women were wearing extremely short dresses and no panty hose. When the doorbell rang, the chauffeur was standing at the door.

"The car is waiting," he said, picking up their bags and following the two beautiful women to the limousine.

The two horny women chattered excitedly as the car rolled through the green countryside. It was fun to be heading for an adventure and to not have any idea of where they were going or of exactly what they'd be doing when they got there.

"Gee," Beth giggled. "I feel so wicked."

"Me, too," whispered Marge, so the driver wouldn't hear.

The car finally turned off the highway and, after a short drive down a narrow lane, they arrived at a beautiful big rustic home surrounded by pines. Lorne Walters and another man were standing on the wide veranda, wearing T-shirts and slacks.

"Hi, girls," he greeted, walking down to the car, followed by his friend.

"Hello, Lorne," beamed Marge as they got out of the car.

"Charlie," he said, turning to the man. "This is Marge Cooper and Beth Franklin."

Charlie was a tall balding man, a little older than Lorne Walters, but with a rugged, well tanned appearance.

When the introductions were completed, Lorne and his friend led the women into the house. The living room was paneled in oak with a high-earned ceiling. There were several large couches and chairs scattered around on the deep-piled shag carpet. A large stone fireplace was in one wall but was obviously not used in the summer.

"Well," said Lorne, sitting next to Marge and facing the other couple on a couch across from them, "would you girls care for something to drink?"

"I'd like a gin and tonic," Beth answered. "So would I," said Marge. "That would taste good after that drive."

Walking over to the bar, he mixed the girl's made a bourbon and water for Charlie and himself. A rather tense silence settled over the room as they all slowly sipped their drinks. The strained silence was more like a church social than a suck and fuck party. They all knew why they were there, but none of them seemed to know how to get it started.

"Care for another drink?" Lorne asked Charlie as he drained his glass before the women had hardly started on theirs.

"Please," the man replied.

"Are you girls interested in business affairs?" Charlie asked Beth, trying to make idle conversation when Lorne walked over to the bar.

"Not really," Beth smiled, deciding to drop a bombshell and get the party off the ground. "I'm more interested in cocks!"

"What?" Charlie asked in a startled voice, not sure he'd heard right.

"I'm more interested in cocks," she repeated in a naughty whisper. "Nice hard cocks."

"W-well," he stammered. "That's quite an interest."

"What are you talking about?" Lorne asked, returning with the drinks.

"The lady says she's interested in cocks," answered Charlie, still dazed by the beautiful woman's remark.

Lorne smiled, sitting down next to Marge. "So you find cocks interesting, Beth?"

"Shit, yes," she giggled. "They're all so wonderful and different."

"That's an interesting appraisal," Charlie smiled, recovering from his initial shock.

"Beth," Marge said to her friend, aware of the beautiful brunette's humor and sense of drama, "exactly what do you mean by cocks all being different, yet wonderful?"

"Well," began Beth, winking at her girlfriend, "if you'll bring Lorne over here by Charlie, I can explain."

Deciding to play along with Beth's game, whatever it was, Marge took Lorne's hand and led him over to where Charlie was sitting next to Beth.

"Okay," said the pretty brunette. "Both of you men stand side by side while Marge sits here by me."

When the two men stood facing the women who were seated on the couch, Lorne turned to Beth. "What now?"

"Take off your pants and shorts," she answered in a casual manner.

"Why?" asked Charlie.

"Just take them off," Beth giggled, reaching out and unbuckling his belt.

Within a matter of seconds, the two men were standing completely naked except for T-shirts. Both Marge and Beth stared at their cocks.

"What now?" asked Marge, eager to go along with Beth's game.

"First we have to make their dicks nice and hard," said the beautiful brunette giggled, wrapping her fingers around Charlie's rapidly growing cock.

"Jesus Christ," Charlie whispered when Beth's soft cool hands began skimming his thick, rubbery foreskin back and forth over his big purple cockhead.

Following suit, Marge began gently fondling Lorne's cock with slow, teasing strokes. As she stared at the man's big purplish prick-knob, Marge felt a hot gush of pussy juice bubbling opt from between her itching cuntlips.

"Oh, Charlie," she heard Beth giggle when her friend had the man's cock fully erect. "This is sure a nice big pisser you have."

Once more concentrating on Lorne's cock, Marge vividly recalled how much she'd enjoyed it when he taught her to suck him off that night in his motel suite. Bending backwards and forwards, she flicked her tongue against the sensitive underside of his throbbing cockhead. The horny redhead was thrilled by the pungent aroma and taste of his blood-swollen prick.