Susan Carter - Father knows best

She felt the wicked rhythm Larry Hunter was using now between his finger and his thrusting cock, until he was fucking into her with a strenuous unison she never dreamed could take place inside her own body. Her lovely, tan thighs spread as wide as they could, allowing Larry Hunter total access to the ravishment of her girlish genitalia. She could sense the moving prick swelling, thickening, enlarging and growing. She had no idea what was about to happen next.

Renee remembered Larry saying something about the sweet syrup that was supposed to come from his balls, into his cock, then into her body. But how did it come out? Did it come from the same "eye" where she had kissed away "tears"? If so, did it seep out the same way the oily bubbles came out? If so, it would take an awful long time for all that syrup to come out of him. And it was supposed to feel good inside her, but how would she even feel it if it continued oozing out of him so slowly?

The slapping testicles continued whacking against her upturned asscheeks in time to the way Larry's cock thundered through her vaginal canal, and his finger continued poking through her rectum. Renee watched Larry sit back and try looking down where his penis was sliding smoothly in and out of her tight nookie. He was trying to see her swollen pussylips with the light fringes of dark hair covering them as his mind concentrated on the soft, girlish folds of her pussy drawing him in again and again.

Abruptly, Renee felt Larry tug his finger from her rectum, lean forward, grip her young shoulders, and then cram his cock back and forth through her pussy as if he were driving a steam drill into her. The man seemed ready to shatter from the excitement running through him, and Renee felt him straining, trying to hold his fulfillment back until she had attained her own youthful satisfaction.

He hammered all the faster into the girl's tight, virginal-no-longer interior. Renee's girlish hands gripped him tightly, not wanting to let him get away, because she was starting to feel something rising in her, as well. Her strong, gripping thighs opened and closed around his rocking hips as she heaved upward.

His throbbing rod, surged through her young body with the force of a lightning bolt, and only Larry's kiss kept her from screaming to the whole world. She jerked and twisted and writhed as the fiery thrill ran tumultuously through her little-girl body.

"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh," Renee was gasping.

"You… uhhhhh… like being… uunnhhh… fucked, huh?" Larry asked, grinning sadistically at her.

Her heels wrapped themselves around his body and drove into his buttocks. Then she felt him sweep her thighs back until her calves were dangling over his shoulders and the plane of her tight little pussy was tilted up, presenting him with the full vision of her delectable crotch. Even in the dark he could see the shining pink split, glistening with her emitted secretions. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as her teeth remained gritted.

"I… uhhhh… can feel it…" she gasped. "I… ooooh… don't know what it is… ahhhhh… but I can feel it…"

She moaned and gasped, then twitched as she screamed, "EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" before he could clamp his hand over her mouth to silence her. Her shriek filled the park, and Larry knew he would have to fuck real fast if he intended having a climax and getting out of there before anybody found them.

Renee felt her thighs being pulled back against her breasts as the sucking splendor of her pink cunt-slit was offered up to him to use as he wished. She bucked her genitals up at his loins with hard, bruising force, her mouth falling slackly open, her nostrils widening, an almost shrieking squeal oozing out of her as she slammed herself forward onto his thrusting pike, clinging to it as if her cunt had little suckers in it, ravenously milking the fucking penis.

Renee's thrilled, rapturous climax triggered Larry's orgasm. She felt her tight pussywalls close in around the throbbing penis as warm gushes of viscid delight flooded around his pounding cock as she bucked her genitals up at him with bruising force. Her body jerked and lurched under his, spasming madly, insanely, the inner mouth and flushed lips of her anguished pussy feverishly tugging at his throbbing cock, her breath laboring in short, spasming gasps. She could feel the wild twitches of his expanding cock in her cunt, sensing the fluid inside suddenly racing up the length of it in stimulating ecstasy. Larry's long, lean frame shuddered, stiffened, and then the girl felt the hot spurts shoot from the tip of his penis into her soft, anxious, receptive belly. Flood after flood gushed into her.

So that's how it comes out, she thought, thrilling to the sensation of the burning penis. She felt the gush pour into her tight twat, flooding her cervix, inundating her womb as Larry growled, "Aaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" and jerked convulsively again and again, repeatedly splashing more jism into her.

Renee was confused by the quick way he pulled out afterward. She had wanted to lie there and relax with him, but he tugged on his clothes and ran, so she got up and got dressed leaving the park.

Standing at the window, Renee watched Idrine disappear into the park, and she shuddered. The thought of her affair with Larry Hunter remained as fresh in her mind now, as when it had happened. He had planted a seed inside her, and that seed had become Idrine.

Because of Idrine, Renee became aware of how her mother made a living. Harriet felt it was no longer necessary to hide what she was doing from Renee, and so she merely sent Renee to her bedroom when a client came. But the grunts and groans were always reminiscent of the sounds Renee and Larry Hunter had made.

Hunter privately approached her, offering to marry her. Renee knew it wasn't because she was pregnant, but because she had been such a great lay to him. But when she turned him down, he began seeing her mother again, paying for it.

Although Renee was no prude, she didn't want her daughter introduced to sex via the girl's grandmother's livelihood, so when Idrine was ten, Renee moved out of Harriet Pembroke's little house and took her own apartment. Unlike her mother, Renee was a good secretary, and as a result was able to find a decent job. But because of her own experience, she felt it best to keep sex as deep a mystery to Idrine as it had been kept to her.

True, there was no way to shut up the kids with whom Idrine went to school, and so Idrine was not as ignorant as Renee had hoped. Still, the young mother fought to keep her daughter free from the stigma of that which had overpowered herself. Even now, Renee occasionally went out with men she liked and went to bed with them because her body still craved sex. A tubal ligation had been performed, and Renee would never have any other children. It was just as well.

Oddly, Larry Hunter, Idrine's father, had never married, either. He was still after Renee. And he helped Renee pay for the girl's clothing with occasional contributions, of money though they were few and far-between. Hunter had become a very successful accountant, and could afford much more, but he was waiting for Renee to marry him. He had never forgotten what a great lay she had been. No woman since, including Harriet, Renee's mother, could compare to Renee as far as Hunter was concerned. But then Hunter had been spoiled by a virgin, and he often wondered if the adult Renee could compare to that virgin he had once fucked in the park.

Idrine walked slowly, taking her time, in no hurry. The sooner she got to grandma Harriet's, the sooner grandma would toss her out. Idrine was fairly innocent, but she did know the meaning of the word prostitute, even if she wasn't quite aware of what a prostitute did. And she knew grandma Harriet was a prostitute. At thirty-nine, grandma was still going strong, and she figured she had at least ten or eleven good years left in her.