Susan Carter - Father knows best

Renee felt his lips clamp on hers, and thrilled when his wet, liqueous tongue wormed its way into her mouth and began playing around inside. She responded by slashing at this tongue with her own. It was an automatic response.

When his mouth pulled away from hers, she asked, "What's that funny taste in your mouth?"

Larry, elated the girl wasn't shocked by the kiss, held up what was left of his cigarette and said, "It's his, pretty girl. Want to try it?"

"Gee, ma told me tobacco is bad. I should never use it."

"This isn't tobacco," Larry assured her. "You'll like it. Go on and try it."

So Renee let him put the weed between her lips. She didn't know what to do, and waited for Larry, who said, "Suck on it, and when you feel the smoke coming out, swallow it into the pit of your stomach. It's fun, you'll see."

The girl sucked in the smoke and held it in her stomach a long time before it came drifting out of her. By then, it had already started taking effect. She felt Larry smoothing a hand along the shapely swell of her calf, to the back of her knee, lightly caressing her skin all the way. The tingling pressure of his fingers was sensually exciting to the young girl. She became tense, the cords in her thighs tightening as he touched them. Her breath began quickening.

Larry took a final puff from the cigarette, then threw it away, after spitting on it to make sure it was out. Then Renee felt him move his hands along her tender loins again, parting her thighs and massaging the flesh inside. He led her small hand down, to feel his big cock, as he called it. She smiled as her thumb and forefinger gripped the corona. Then her fingers slid down its length until she could feel his balls with her reaching fingertips. The scrotum felt funny with all its wrinkles and its hair. He had a lot of black, bushy hair at the base of his cock, too. Her own pelvis had the faintest hint of black down.

"Hey, what's your name?" Larry asked, kissing her lips again.

"I'm Renee Pembroke," she answered.

"Are you Harriet Pembroke's daughter?"

Renee nodded.

Wow! Larry thought. First the mother, now the daughter.

"You're a terrific kid, Renee," Larry told her. "And now we're gonna take care of that swelling inside me. Okay?"

"Okay?" she agreed, totally trusting. "How do we do it?"

"Well," Larry told her, "I'll do most of the work. I'll fuck you, and that'll take the hot syrup out of me."

"What do you mean by 'fuck'?" she asked, naively.

"You'll see," he gasped, clutching her girlish body tightly to him, running his hand over her soft, tan thighs, possessively moving his fingers over her bumcheeks as he kissed her. This time Renee's mouth gladly opened to taste his, writhing to the pressure of his fingers over her ribs, her belly, and the front of her thighs. The girl wiggled and writhed in Larry Hunter's lap, making him hotter with each passing moment. Now he was sorry he had started with the marijuana, because it seemed to dull his senses a little. This was why he had found it so difficult to pull off when Renee had stumbled onto him.

Mother and daughter had totally different bodies. To Larry Hunter, Harriet Pembroke's body, all white, plump, and round, had been the most thrilling thing he had ever known. But Renee seemed a totally different breed of animal. She was tan where her mother was white, except for the white strip around her loins. Her mother had dark brown hair, and Renee had black hair. Harriet, had immense, almost bloated tits, and Renee, still undeveloped, had no tits to speak of. Harriet's flesh felt like foam rubber. Renee's flesh was like smooth satin. There was no doubt the little girl was naturally sensual. Each little movement made her hot little cunt a bit wetter, and it caused Larry's hard cock to wildly shudder. Just looking at the young girl made Larry's breath wad up his throat.

Larry reached down and caressed her knees, and then her calves. Renee's marvelously shaped legs intrigued him. Her mother's thighs were a bit chunky, but Renee had nice, slender thighs.

Renee didn't know why she felt as she did, but it was all so strange. The puff of that funny cigarette made her feel as if she were floating, and she tried to ignore the tingling sensations of the man's hands as they roamed all over her excited young body.

Her own hands were touching him, smoothing their way along his shoulders, feeling the firm muscles in his arms. Renee had to admit she liked being in the arms of a man. She wondered why her mother didn't go out with men. After all, something like this was nice, and Renee was certain Harriet would have loved it.

The young girl's eyes sparkled with carnal desire. She looked up into the handsome face of the man holding her, and said, "I don't know what you mean by 'fuck'. But before you do it, would it be okay for me to touch you a little?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so," Larry nodded. "But be real careful. I'm very delicate there, you wouldn't wanna hurt me."

"Gosh no, of course not," Renee agreed.

Rolling out of Larry's lap, onto the warm, grassy ground, Renee got up on her hands and knees and crawled between Larry's thighs. She was glad she had taken his advice and removed her clothing. The grass and the dirt would have really stained her dress.

The young girl's hands gripped Larry's throbbing cock as she stared at it. It was almost completely dark out, now, so she couldn't see the waffling of veins running through his penis. But she was able to watch the way his red dome flexed, swelled, and oozed out another drop of lubricant. Watching it, she kept thinking his penis was crying for some reason or other.

"Poor cock," she whispered, her hot breath unintentionally blowing all over it. "It seems so lonesome and sad."

Her hands petted the penis, fondling it lightly, her fingers touching the "teardrops" and smearing them all over the shuddering staff. She loved the heated feel of the hard pole. The masculine essence rising from his groin had the young girl completely entranced.

"Ooooooh!" Larry gasped. "You have one nice touch. You keep that up and you'll drive me up a tree."

"You really like it?" the innocent young girl asked, her dark eyes filling themselves with the sight of his engorged penis as her hand continued caressing the solid, rigid shaft.

"You keep up what you're doing, and that cock'll melt in your hands," Larry gasped. "Ohhhhhh you have such great hands. I'll bet your cunt is even better."

"My what?" Renee asked.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Renee insisted, still staring at his throbbing prick while continuing to caress it.

"I'm… uhhhhhh… talking about that sweet hole between your legs. You know, your cunt."

"You mean my vagina," Renee corrected. "What has my vagina to do with all this?"

"Well," Larry gasped, as her hand rose and covered the top of his shuddering cock, feeling the oily liquid seeping out of the eyelike slit, "when I fuck you, I put my cock inside your vagina."

"Really?" Renee was astonished by his reply. It was naughty to even touch herself there and what Larry was saying was even naughtier.

"Sure! That's why men have cocks and women have cunts. If a man's cock swells up, he sticks it in a cunt and keeps moving it around until the syrup comes out. And if a woman feels all funny inside, the syrup from a man's cock is usually just the thing she'll need to calm her down." Larry's pulse throbbed furiously. The burning ache in his cock was consuming his body.

Renee stared at the massive organ, wondering how such a thick pole could fit into her tiny, narrow vagina. There had to be a way, otherwise Larry would never have told her this. But the girl's little slit was practically writhing like crazy at the thought. Her tan little hand continued stroking the wet phallus, drawing the loose outer skin up and down. It seemed huge to try and force into her narrow vaginal orifice. She imagined the way it would feel, stretching her tiny hole open.