J Watson - Come with me, dad!

"Keep moving your hot little ass," her father told her. "I'm going to shoot your pussy full of cum!"

She tightened her legs around him and kept her ass coming off the bed as quickly as she could. She thought about what was going to happen. Her father was going to shoot his cum inside her cunt. Suddenly she wanted it, and she started stroking his broad back with her fingertips.

"Come in me, Daddy!" she urged. "Shoot your cum in me!"

"You want it, bitch," he said. "You want my cum. I'm going to shoot my cum in your cunt! I'm going to give you what you fucking want! Get ready for it, bitch! Get fucking ready!"

Her father rammed her deep, and she could feel his prick growing thicker inside her. Suddenly his prick exploded in rivers of thick jism.

His prick bucked again and again, and she had never felt so hot and sticky between her legs. She felt his cum leaking out of her pussy and wetting her thighs.

"You sweet bitch," his father moaned. He kept his prick inside her for a long time.

Then the felt his cock going limp and slipping out of her. Still, she kept her arms and locked around her father. She didn't ever want to let him go. This was the nicest time she'd ever had.

Melody had known her father was going to feel guilty about what he'd done. She didn't think he would feel so guilty that he wouldn't want to touch her again. But that's exactly what happened. For a couple of weeks her father walked around like she had the plague. He would hardly even look at her, much less fuck her.

Melody had made it obvious that she was willing to fuck him a second time. She had made it so obvious that one night she had gone into his room wearing nothing but her perfume. He had awakened with her rubbing a pink nipple against his lips.

For a few seconds her father had sucked on it, and then he seemed to realize what was happening. He had angrily kicked her out.

She knew the problem was with her father. Not with her. She wanted it bad. She was convinced her father was going to be a while before he tot over his guilt, and she couldn't wait. She had to have it from somewhere.

If Melody had been going to school, she knew she would find some stud easily enough. But school hadn't started yet and she didn't know anyone in town. The only other man she knew was a man who lived next door. He was a retired man named Hank Wilson. Her father had introduced them.

She didn't think he was that interested in sex. She found out different the day she wore her skimpy bathing suit out into the back yard to get a little sun. She felt like someone was watching her. She glanced up and saw Hank Wilson staring at her.

She rolled over on her belly, and she could still feel his eyes on the curve of her ass.

At first it had angered her. The dirty old man. But she remembered how her father still wouldn't fuck her and she found herself looking at Hank Wilson in a different way. He wasn't that bad looking. He had silver hair and very light blue eyes, and he was in pretty good shape. Maybe it wouldn't be half bad.

She started going to his house in the afternoons, taking him presents. He liked her cookies and her cakes, but he especially liked bet. She was constantly looking up to find him staring at her tits.

She knew it had to happen sooner or later. One afternoon she was getting ready to leave and she felt him coming up behind her. He put his arms around her from behind, and she could feel his hard cock against her asscheeks.

"What are you doing, Mr. Wilson?" she asked.

"I'm just getting a little hug," he said.

It was more than just a little hug. She shivered as she felt his hands moving up her body until his hands cupped her swollen tits. She felt a fluttery sensation inside her belly as she felt the heat of his fingers. He was squeezing her tits gently, as if he was hoping she wouldn't notice that he had his hands on her tits.

"Do you always hug like this?" she asked. "Only when the little girls are as pretty as you," he answered.

Melody's legs felt weak. She didn't try to pull away from him. Instead she arched her body so that she could feel his cock a little harder against her ass. His hard prick felt good back there.

"Oh God," he said. "You'd better not do that."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because you don't know what you're doing to me, little girl," he told her.

"I'm not such a little girl," Melody said. "And you don't think so either, or you wouldn't be treating me like a woman."

She turned in his arms so quickly that it almost caught him by surprise. She put his arms back around her back and pulled him tightly against her. She could feel her big tits pressed against his chest and it made her pussy quiver.

"You feel so good to me, Hank," she told him.

He started kissing her mouth, and ac felt his tongue quickly darting between her lips. He seemed to be horny as hell. He couldn't get enough of her.

She gently pushed him away.

"Don't look like that," she told him. "I'm not going to stop you or anything. It's just that this place is uncomfortable it's go up to your bedroom."

He looked at her in shock. She didn't wait for his answer. She knew where the bedroom was because Hank's house was built along the same lines as her father's. She quickly turned and started out of the kitchen, knowing he would be right behind her.

She barely got up the stairs and into the bedroom before he was all over her again. He grabbed her hard and kissed her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly, and she could feel his tongue stabbing down her throat. She felt his hands moving down her back until he was cupping the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh God," he said. "Beautiful. You've got a beautiful ass. Shit, you're beautiful all over!"

She let him kiss her and fondle her ass for a little while. She could feel the slow heat building up inside her just as it had done with her father. Hank Wilson might not have been as exciting as her father might, but his cock felt big enough to do the job…

"Sweet bitch," Hank said, pushing her away. "You just wouldn't believe how long it's been since I had something like you in my arms."

"I hope you haven't forgotten what to do," she teased.

"I'll show you how much I've forgotten, you little bitch," he said.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He dropped her down on the bed, and her skirt slid up above her thighs. She didn't bother to pull it back down, although she could feel the scorching heat of his eyes on her flesh.

"You sweet little bitch," he said.

He dropped down on top of her and started kissing her mouth again. This time she opened her mouth wide, and she could feel his tongue stabbing deep into her throat. She felt his hands sliding between them and going back to her creamy tits.

"They feel so big," he moaned. "I've never had a bigger pair than yours. God, your tits look like something out of one those men's magazines."

She felt pleased at his compliment, and she arched her back to push more of her titties into his hands. She felt his palms over her nipples, and those hard, swollen buds felt like they were going to tear through her sweater.

"Oh, baby," he moaned. "Oh shit, baby!"

She'd had enough. She couldn't wait another second to feel his bare hands on her titties. She pushed him away long enough to unbutton her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. His hands slipped underneath the fabric of her blouse and started caressing her tits.

"What a pair!" he groaned. "What a fucking pair of tits!"

"Kiss them for me," she whispered as she pulled the blouse off her shoulders. "Kiss my tits. I like to have them kissed and played with."

He didn't waste any time. He bent over, and she felt the first gentle touch of his tongue on her tits. He opened his mouth, and she could feel her hard nipple being sucked inside his mouth. He started pulling on it gently with his teeth. She moaned in pleasure. He opened his mouth wider, and she could feel more of her titty-flesh being sucked into his lips.