Tim Peterson: First time for daughter

One thing that she had learned from Matt was that balls counted, too. After a time of pure, straight-on cock-sucking, Lisa took the youth's glistening prick in a hand and held it back and away as she ducked down to his balls.

"That's my ball-licking angel," Buddy murmured, his fingers stroking into her downy hair. "Do they taste good?"

"Mm-hm," she answered, holding both balls in her mouth as she ran her tongue back and forth underneath.

"That's it, wipe the sweat off them. It's so refreshing on a hot day."

Lisa ran her tongue all over his balls, then spent moments sucking on them, one after the other or both together, pulling them tight against the limits of the ball-sac and letting them pop free of her mouth with soft, wet, sucking sounds.

At the same time, her hand would burst into activity and run up and down his still fiery hard-on, further stoking his considerable flames of lust.

"That's good action, angel," he complimented. "Really getting to me."

"Love it," she said in the time it took for her to make the leap from his balls to the end of his cock.

She sucked down on his prick with all the wanting of before, and perhaps a little more.

He lifted her head until he could look down into her pretty, flushed face.

"Now you're gonna find out what happens to a girl who gives a little," he murmured to her.

"Oh, fuck me," she said in a whisper. "I want it so bad. I really do."

Buddy gave her a throaty kiss that she loved and said: "Okay, kid. You can even take a rest." And with that he shifted to one side and drew her forward, letting her lower her upper body across the seat of the chaise lounge.

Dropping forward onto his knees, Buddy moved around behind her. Lisa had never tried this position before, but somehow she knew what was coming. She even knew enough to part her knees and arch her back to tilt her pussy out. She gave her cute ass a wiggle for fun.

"This is called doggy-style," Buddy informed her as he wiped the tip of his prick up and down her naturally parted fuck-slit.

"Man's best friend," she responded.

But before she could smile over it, Buddy fucked his cock up into her cunt like a lance, and she cried out a groan of pure pleasure.

He held his prick inside Lisa as her pussy-flesh adjusted to his size and adapted to this strange and wonderful new position. It was a great way to take prick, she was already thinking. The fit seemed extra special, and she loved having her ass where she could move it against him while they fucked. She stretched like a cat before him and gave another wriggle.

Buddy fitted his hands into the twin nooks of her waist and held her in place as he deliberately pulled his big fucker from the suctioning grasp of her pussy. Listening closely, she could hear the slurpy sound of her cunt as it gave up Buddy's prick.

Lisa felt his retreat hollow her out inside, leave her with a carnal void that simply ached. Moaning, she tried to push back onto his fuck-pole, but his hands wouldn't give.

"Don't make me wait," she lamented. "I'll be good."

"I know," he answered warmly.

And he began the easy but patient re-insertion of his prick into her cunt. It was so sexy she wished she could have risen out of her body and sat back to watch, just to get the whole picture. She really was greedy after all, but hell, he had helped make her that way. She would have to mention that the next time he got ideas.

"Fuck me," she said quietly. "Give me your big, beautiful cock, and give it to me again and again."

Buddy let his open hands slide up onto her shoulders as he bent over her, continuing to easily fuck in and out of her bubbling cunt.

"Your pussy's so good," he murmured against her ear.

"I can feel every little bit of your cock," she answered.

Buddy dug his hands underneath her body and closed them on her hanging tits. He squeezed, began puffing her tits this way and that, all the time fucking in and out of her pussy.

Lisa swung her ass from side to side, shimmying on his manly fuck-rod. It seemed to excite him, and she tried a few other motions, some she hadn't even dreamed of before.

His pace picked up and, as his body lifted upright again, Lisa had greater freedom to rock back and forth on him. Her pussy flesh ground at all sides of his cock-length as he continually filled her pussy up and emptied her out in the age-old give and take of good fucking.

"Can we make it go on forever?" she asked in a dreamy tone, her wind going dizzy. Steadily she worked to and fro, grooving to the delicious burn of their friction.

"No," Buddy replied, "but we can do it as often as you'd like."

"As often as I'd like?"

"Sure kid, I promise," he answered.

Words escaped them then. It was enough for their minds to process all the pleasures their flesh was taking in. They were so close to coming they could almost taste it.

Out of control now. No more teasing or flirting, no more games. Nitty-gritty. Hot, hard, swift fucking, hips slapping into exquisitely rounded ass-buns, the pull of sopping pussy, the push of fiercely aroused prick. The passionate gasps and moans of Buddy and Lisa, reaching the pinnacle.

Gushing and surging and going off like a storm, they were together. And then they were apart again, each tumbling back down his or her own side of the invisible mountain. Collapsing, Buddy lowered onto Lisa again and drew her into a firm embrace. She was shuddering with aftermath under him, against bin, around his deflating prick.

"When you come, you really come," he murmured to her.

"Don't you?"

"I do okay."

She drew a breath, let it out. "I'm glad this happened," she confided. "You're a great fuck, and I do want to do it again, and again, and again."

They laughed together and then he said: "We might have to hurry."

"Why? We'll have other days."

"Yeah, but now we'll have to worry about Aunt Blanche being around."

She twisted underneath him, looking up. He lifted onto widespread arms. She asked him what he was talking about and he told her.

"She's coming to stay with us."

"Here? Since when?"

"She just got her divorce papers. It's official now, and supposedly she's all bummed out."

"So now our mother has to cheer her up."

"Well, she wants to be around family."

"I guess I can understand that… but hey, what's the problem? Plenty of room around the place, right?"

"Sam's coming, too."

"Oh?" Lisa said to that, thinking of Blanche's only son, her cousin. She hadn't seen the guy in a few years. He was roughly her age, she recalled.

She said no more on that subject. The last thing she needed was to risk making her brother jealous. Especially right after he'd shown her such a good time.

It could wait until tomorrow, at least.

They arrived on Saturday afternoon and were given a warm welcome all around. Despite the vacation having originally been intended for just the family of four, no one considered either Blanche or Sam intruders. Fresh faces were welcome, and Blanche and Beth got along so well it kind of rubbed off.

One look at her blond, male cousin and Lisa was more than phased that things had taken the turn that they had. She was going to have to look for ways to keep him entertained or made to feel welcome.

It did occur to her that Matt might not feel so lucky. The broken-hearted Blanche was going to need a kit of Beth's attention, which would kind of leave Matt out in the cold. But what could Lisa do? He would be less receptive to her advances now than ever, what with relatives in the house.

Buddy wasn't in such good shape, either. Now that Sam had showed up, Lisa wouldn't have much time for her brother. She didn't know that he would also be doing without Beth's caresses. If she had, well, things might have taken a different course. And if she had known the whole story, things really would have been different.