William Carson: Daughter_s hot pants

"What, wh-who is it?" she shouted, pulling her hand out of her pants and trying to cover up her exposed, flopping tits.

"You look like some horny little chick," the voice said with an almost malicious laugh.

"Where are you?" she said, quickly pulling her top back on and jerking her head around to find where the man was hiding.

"Right here."

She saw him then, a handsome, bearded face buried in the hedge that separated the Morgan's house from her neighbor's. She suddenly felt anger well up within her in place of the embarrassment she had originally felt. Who did this man think he was?

"You Peeping Tom, you!" she yelled at him. "Get the hell out of here!"

He laughed at her then and said, "I have an even better idea. Why don't I come over there and join you?"

He pushed himself through the hedge and she saw that he was actually a very handsome man. He wore only a pair of frayed blue cut-offs and Marcia could see the distinct outline of his half-hard prick pushing outward against the fabric. He was tanned and muscular and she suddenly found herself thinking of how it would be to have him on top of her, fucking away at her.

"I, uh, I think you should get out of here," she said.

"Why? You're alone, aren't you?"

"Well, my foster family is gone, but they could get back at any time."

"Okay, we'll go over to my place then."

The young girl thought about it for a moment, then quickly leapt to her feet. Her cunt was hot and wet and she knew she would just die if she didn't have a big fucking prick inside her soon.

"Lead the way, honey," she whispered huskily.

His name was Steve and he rented the house next door to the Morgans.

"My old lady left me just a few days ago," he had explained to Marcia as he had led her by the hand into his bedroom.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she had said as she stripped her clothing off and fell back on his huge water bed…

"I'm not. You're a hell of a lot better looking."

"That's nice to hear."

Now she lay sprawled out on the water bed, swaying gently back and forth while the handsome, young bearded man munched silently at her pussy. His tongue flicked against her clitoris and she moaned loudly to let him know that he had found the spat, the place she needed pressure on to cum. She spread her thighs even wider and wrapped one trim little leg around his neck and down his back, pulling his darting tongue deeply into her. His lips found her little joy-button and he sucked and tongued at it until she began to hump herself up into his face, fucking his chin and lips and nose with her hot pussy.

"God, God, that's so good, baby, so fucking good," she moaned. "Eat me, baby!"

It was wonderful, what the water bed was doing to her. The soft to-and-fro movement of it aroused her to no end, and she suddenly realized that she had to have his cock in her.

"Baby, Steve, wait a minute."

He pulled his face away from her cunt and looked up at her with an impish little smile on his face.

"Steve, I – could you…"

"Could I what, honey?"

"Fuck me, please!"

He slid his muscular, hairy body between her splayed thighs and pushed the spongy head of his cock up against her little cunt-hole. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him into her, tried to force him to get on with fucking her.

"You really want it, don't you baby," he whispered down into her hot face.

"Yes, Christ yes, fuck me, baby!"

He forced his hard prick into her little cunt, making it feel to her as if she were being split open with an axe. The young girl bit at her lip, stifling the grunts of pain and pleasure which tore through her like a chain-saw. It was unbelievable how a hard cock pushing into her made her feel. It was the finest feeling she could imagine, the very finest. With a soft, slippery slide he was suddenly all the way in her, filling her completely, their pubic hairs mingling.

"Shit you're tight, honey," he moaned. "The tightest fucking cunt I've ever felt!"

"Tell me more, baby," she murmured, pushing her pelvis up against him.

"Tight, so fucking tight!"

He slid his prick back out of her until only the huge head of it was in her, then lunged heavily back onto her body, panting words of lust.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, honey!"

Again and again his hard prick lunged in and out of her. She felt herself build toward orgasm quickly, unbelievably fast. She needed it so much, needed to cum, wanted to do nothing else in the world but cum and cum and cum!

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She looked up into his handsome bearded face and thought of how wonderful it was to be young and desired by such a truly handsome man, such a muscular man, such a huge pricked man!

His eyes were closed and he drooled ever so slightly down into her hot cheeks. His body humped up and down on hers, his prick thrusting in and out of her cunt again and again. She felt a flower begin to unfold within her tight little cunt, felt a dam about to burst over with a mind-blowing orgasm. She grabbed at his face and pulled it down to hers, licking and sucking at his mouth and tongue, wishing she could gobble him up whole.

"So tight, so fucking tight, baby!"

She felt herself going over the edge, felt herself about to blow up.

"God, fuck me, baby, fuck me, God, do it to me doll, fuck that little cunt, fuck it, Godddddd… I'm cummiiinnnggggg!"

The orgasm shot through her, jerking her body about like a puppet on a string, making her shudder and spasm up against him with the joyous release of youth.

"God, God, so fucking good!"

"Yeah, so good, so good," he moaned down into her ear.

Still he continued to fuck away at her sensitive pussy. It almost hurt, to be fucked so wildly right after cumming, but almost immediately the little twinge of pain subsided and she felt herself going up the top of the roller coaster again, and knew that she was going to cum almost instantly after her first orgasm.

"So fucking tight!" he cried, grabbing at the cheeks of her ass and pushing himself into her once more. "So tight!"

He bucked like a stallion atop her and she knew he was shooting his load into her, knew he was cumming. His prick bounced around inside her, mercilessly beating against her clitoris, and suddenly she felt herself cum again, not quite as strongly as the other time, but still.

"God, what a fuck!" she murmured.

He echoed her sentiments and collapsed atop her.

At dinner that night with the Morgans, Marcia found that she could not keep her mind off the great afternoon she had spent with Steve. What a fuck he was! She could hardly wait until the next time she could slip over there for another session of fucking and sucking.

Mrs. Morgan interrupted the young girl's horny thoughts with a request to pass the peas.

"How did your day go today, Marcia?" the older woman asked her as she scooped a helping of peas onto her plate.

"Oh, fine. I met one of my new neighbors."

"Oh, who was it?"

"Steve – the guy with the beard."

"He's a nice man," Mrs. Morgan said. "I understand he's recently separated from his wife, though."

"Wife hell," Mr. Morgan said around a mouthful of food. "If they were married I'm the Queen of England."

The Morgans went on to chat about the sexual attitudes of the younger generation and Marcia slipped back into her lascivious thoughts. As she ate her dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and peas she thought of how it felt to have a hard prick pounding into her little pussy.

She was so engrossed in her fantasy that she did not at first notice the slight nudge somebody was giving her calf under the dinner table. When the rough caresses continued she pulled herself out of her sexual fantasy and looked across the table to where Peter and Tina sat. The young boy was silently staring down into his plate as he picked away at his food.