Brad Harris - Daughter hot pants

Drink it! She wanted to cry out to her brother. She wanted him to eat her twat-cream. She wanted to swallow his sperm as it filled her mouth. She rolled with him about the bed, finally managing to swallow the sharp-tasting cock-cream so that she would be able to suck more from the lust maddened cock.

"Ahhhhh!" Don shouted as he finally managed to empty his load into his sister's mouth. "Ohhhhh, what a fuck! What a sweet little pussy you are! I never thought cunt would taste this good!"

He climbed around to lie beside her, his shoulder cushioning her head, his hands cupping her tits protectively. He held her as they basked in the sweet afterglow of their passion.

The little brunette cuddled tightly into her brother's arms. What was so bad about sex? She tried to remember who had warned her against it. Mikki shrugged and nestled tighter against Don. Whoever it was didn't know what they were, talking about. Sex was beautiful. Sex was fantastic! There was nothing like it in the whole world!

She could hardly wait for her next lesson. Mikki's heart pounded excitedly. Next time, she was sure, her brother would do more than suck, her cunt. She wanted her cherry popped. She wanted to take that big, powerful cock in her soft pussy and love the hell out of it. She was just beginning to find out how pleasant sex could be. She wanted to find out a hell of a lot more. She wanted to learn all about fucking.

Mikki swung her ass even more enticingly as she walked though the apartment complex. She inhaled deeply of the fresh warm air. She smiled at two of the men standing in front of one of the doorways and stuck her tits out provocatively. She could feel their eyes on her. She relished their approval. She could feel the heat of their eyes. She could imagine the thrilling touch of their hands on her tits and along her thighs.

She turned along the walkway and walked towards the cottage. Her lips curled in a smile as she remembered the expression on her Dad's face this morning. She had given him her most delicious kiss. Poor Daddy, she thought. He had turned to receive his regular morning kiss as she left for school. She had planted a great one on him. She kissed him full on the mouth, parting her lips and letting her tongue taunt at his own. Her tits could still feel the excitement of having been pressed lusciously against his chest.

"Hey!" John Phillips gasped as he struggled free of her embrace. "What's this all about?"

"Just that I love you, Daddy," she teased him, posing her body before him in her most practiced display. "I just love you soooo much!"

She placed her hands around his neck and stood just against him, letting her nipples brush against the tight-fitting shirt he wore. She saw him swallow in his nervousness, and she wrinkled her nose up at him as she blew him a kiss and gave a delicious little twist of her tits against him. He turned her aside and gave her a short swat on her ass as he pushed her towards the door.

"You get to school, young lady," he ordered. "I don't know what you're up to, but you get on to school."

She arched her back to jut her ass out behind for his benefit, then stepped outside and walked to school. Even now she could still feel the tingle in her tits where they had touched him. Her ass still glowed in delight from the soft slap he had delivered. She had enjoyed herself at school just as much. It was amazing how much more subdued all the boys acted when a girl met them head on. She hadn't missed an opportunity to brush against them in the hallways. She had leaned her tits against their arms as she talked with them at lunch and between classes. She had gotten several cocks swelling inside their pants, she was sure. Even Larry had been suddenly reserved when she had leaned against him and let her tits mash into his forearm. He had gasped as he tried to talk. He had stammered, then backed off from her.

Mikki knew she still had lots to learn about sex. She still hadn't gotten a cock inside her pussy, but that was only a matter of time. Don would teach her about it. He had promised. Even if he backed out, she would get her dad's cock or die trying. He wouldn't back out, though. Don was too excited about her body for her to have to worry about him.

The young brunette bounced up the steps and ran into the cottage. She hoped her brother might be home so they could get on with her lessons. Mikki called to him from the living room, then glanced about when she heard no response. A note had been left on the coffee table. Don and her dad were off on business, they claimed. They wouldn't be home until late. Giselda was expecting Mikki for dinner. The brunette stamped her foot in disgust. She didn't mind visiting with the buxom blonde ordinarily. Tonight, though, she had been planning on more than girl-talk.

She tossed her blouse across her bed. The skirt followed as she twisted about in front of her mirror. Mikki wanted to regain the delicious feeling she had been experiencing all day. She wanted to restore her confidence in herself as the temptress.

The image reflected back assured her that she could tempt any man around the apartments. She thrust out her tits and ass far inspection, then selected a light blouse and tight shorts to wear. She would take advantage of the warm afternoon. She brushed out her hair until it sparkled, then left the house to go lounge beside the pool and tease any of the young men who happened to show up.

Two hours later Mikki was even more disgusted. She had attracted the men all right. She had also attracted their wives. The couples ended up having quite a party around the pool. Several brought out coolers with beer and Cokes. They all sat about laughing and chattering until Mikki thought she would go crazy if she listened to another burst of female laughter. She finally gave up and trotted up to Giselda's apartment.

"Mikki!" the busty blonde called out to her as she entered. "Glad you could make it, since we're both left like widows tonight. There's the latest Playgirl on the table. You can turn on the TV. Or if you'd like, you can come into the kitchen and give me a hand."

Mikki chose the third alternative. She liked the lusty woman. She resented her dad's attention to Giselda, but she couldn't help liking her. If the blonde weren't John Phillips' girl friend, then the young brunette would probably spend more of her free time up here gabbing. Mikki had even realized tat if her father were chasing any other woman in the complex, then she would probably be doing her best to set him up with Giselda. She did like the woman. She couldn't help it.

The teen-ager stepped into the kitchen and watched the blonde's mammoth tits as they stretched her thin blouse. Wow! Mikki could imagine the effect Giselda would have on some of the boys at high school. She could just see the expressions if the statuesque blonde walked into a class and announced that she was the new teacher.

"What are you so amused about?" Giselda asked, turning and facing the girl. "You look like you have something devilish in your mind."

"Just imagining how it would be to have you for a teacher," Mikki answered. "Did you ever teach?"

"Hell no!" the busty woman answered in her husky voice. "I'd never lost an hour trying to jam some knowledge into a bunch of little fuckers."

Mikki laughed at the outburst. That was part of what she liked in the woman, her open expressions. Since she was an artist, her language was looked upon as part of her color. That must be fun, the girl thought, to be able to say whatever you felt and everybody said you were just an eccentric artist. If any other woman talked like Giselda, they'd be shunned as vulgar.

"I still think it would be fun," she insisted.

"Aw shit!" the blonde commented as she caught the sparkle in Mikki's eyes. She turned back to the stove and completed her preparations for their dinner. Mikki hopped up and brought the plates and silverware from the cabinet, then helped get the food from the stove onto the table.