J Watson - Hot bed daughter

"That's what I like to hear," John said. "Compliments from my girl."

"Am I your girl?" she asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. "You've always been my girl."

"But you haven't been coming around as much as you used to. You don't seem to be that interested in me lately. I thought you might have another girlfriend."

"Nah," he said.

She wasn't convinced. There was something he wasn't telling her. But he would tell her when he got around to it.

He stopped at a hamburger place and bought them some supper. They ate in the front seat of his car. A couple of times she felt him looking at her in a strange way, and she started getting an uncomfortable feeling. She didn't know why, but she kept feeling that there was something really different about him.

He stopped again on the way home. He pulled the car into the front parking lot of a motel and turned the ignition off. She looked up at the bright blinking lights of the motel and wondered why he had stopped. She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Don't you want to get a room?" he asked. "It'll be a lot warmer than the front seat of this car."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I'm going to fuck you, Linda," he said. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time but I was always scared. Tonight I'm going to fuck you and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"You're crazy," she said.

"Am I?" he asked. "Look in the dashboard!"

She opened the dashboard and took the folder out. She knew what it was even before she turned to the first page. Some of the pictures of her had been developed. She was naked and getting her titties sucked by Joan.

"Where did you get this?" she asked.

"I have my ways," John said. "Now, how would you like to have that picture put up on the class bulletin board."

"You wouldn't," she said.

"Try me."

She sighed. She knew John meant exactly what he said. He would have no mercy on her. He had desired her body for so long. She waited while he got out of the car and went to rent a room. She got out of the car when she saw him coming back.

He gave her the key. She had to open the door; she could feel her heart pounding as she did so. The room was dark and dingy but John put on the lights. There was only a bed and a couch. John went to sit down on the bed.

"Take off the coat," John said.

She took off the coat and stood in front of him in only her cheerleader's outfit. John took a long look at her. She felt kind of funny standing there. She had never known the feeling except once before, when she knew she was going to do everything Craig Wilson told her to.

"Do a cheer for me," John said.

She did a cheer for him. She saw him smiling as she danced her body around the room in one of his favorite cheers. She could feel a little achy sensation in the backs of her thighs. She had never noticed what a good-looking man John was. She was starting to notice. He had a better build than her father and he was better looking.

"Now take off your clothes," John said. "Do it slowly. I want to enjoy every inch of you."

"You don't really want to make me do this, John," she protested.

"Do it, bitch," he said.

No appeal was going to change his mind.

She had no choice. She pulled off her cheerleading sweater and then peeled her skirt down her legs. She was standing in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties. She could feel the shivers going up her spine as he enjoyed her body.

"The shoes and socks," he said. "They kind of take away from the view."

She sat down and took off the white socks and shoes that went with the outfit. She stood up and peeled her panties down her legs. She reached around to her back and unhooked her bra. Her beautiful tits sprang out, they were glad to be released from the tight confinement of the bra.

"Shit," he said. "You were good looking in the pictures but you're a lot nicer in person. Shit, your tits are nicer than your mother's."

"My mother's?" she asked.

"Sure," he said. "Where do you think I got the folder? Your mother gave it to me. Of course I had to give her something in return. Like a mouthful of cum."

"You're lying," she said.

He was grinning lewdly and suddenly she knew he wasn't lying. He had fucked her mother's mouth. Linda was suddenly sure that she was going to get well-fucked this evening.

"Come on over here," he said, "and take my clothes off!"

She peeled his handsome young body out of his clothes. She could feel herself shivering every time her fingers brushed against his skin. She could well understand why her mother had allowed him to fuck her. He was such a handsome stud.

"Now play with my cock, whore," he told her. "Show me what a cock-loving cunt you are. Play with it!"

She looked down at his swollen prick. It wasn't quite hard but it was already bigger than she'd imagined it would be. She felt her heart pounding a little faster as she stared at it. She put her hand on his throbbing cock.

"That's it, baby," he said. "Play with it. Love it!"

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and started moving her hand up and down. His cock immediately got hard all the way. She moved her fingers down to his balls and stroked them. They felt so hot and hard.

"You sweet little bitch," he told her. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. Now I'm going to get the chance. I'm going to get the fucking chance!"

He grabbed her by the back of her head and jerked her face down to his cock. Linda could smell his strong cock odor. She pushed her tongue against the head of his prick and tasted his salty pre-cum. She lifted her head and brushed her hair back from her face.

"You want me to suck it?" she asked.

"Shit, I want you to do everything to me, baby. I want to enjoy you all, over!"

She smiled as she slid up his body. She let herself rest against his body. She felt his hard chest against her tits. She started rubbing her tits against his chest, and she felt him tense. She lifted up and moved a little higher, so that one red nipple was against his lips.

She had never even let him touch her tits before. Now she could feel his mouth open and begin to suck gently on one swollen nip pie. She felt him slowly drawing it into his mouth and biting on it with his teeth. She shuddered.

She pulled her hard titty back from his mouth. She moved up and kissed his mouth.

She rammed her tongue deep into his throat. She felt him rubbing his tongue against her. His hands moved down her back and grabbed her asscheeks. He held onto her asscheeks hard and it made her shiver all over. Her legs opened and his hard knee moved between them. He started rubbing his knee up and down the lips of her cunt. She could feel her pussy juices leaking out against his knee.

He was really starting to get her worked up. His hands moved between them and he started playing with her titties again. She felt his fingers stroking and fondling her big tits. Her tits got even harder. She hadn't thought she was going to enjoy it this much. John was a better lover than she thought he would be. He was making her feel things that her own father couldn't make her feel.

He pushed her down again. He rolled her over onto her back and his hot lips and went down to her titties again. This time he started sucking and biting one of her tits. He moved his other hand up her body and started fondling her other titty. His fingers flicked across her nipple and made her shiver.

He raised his head. "Big fucking titties. You've got a real big pair of tits, baby. I'm going to enjoy fucking you and feeling those big titties."

He moved up her body again. This time she felt his hard prick leaking on her skin and making her tingle. He rested with his cock between her tits. He closed her tits together around his cock. He started moving back and forth, fucking her between her tits. She lowered her head and could see his prickhead appearing between her tits. She could see some of his cum leaking out of the purplish tip.