Tim Peterson - First time for daughter

"I could," he said, "with a little persuading."

"Now who's being spoiled?" she said.

"Complaining?"

She smiled sweetly. "No…"

Relaxing into the task at hand, Lisa shifted her grasp to and ho on Buddy's big cock. With all the slickness on it, she could try some new moves, and she took advantage.

She rotated her hand as slit rode it forward and back, screwing her grasp up and down his cock-lance. She used her other hand on his soaped-up balls, cuddling and squeezing them sensuously.

Before long Buddy was getting into it, letting his hips move naturally against the warm strokes. In easy fashion, he fucked her hand.

"Wanna come on my tits?" Lisa asked.

Beginning to grin, Buddy shook his head.

"Wanna come on my face?"

He hesitated a second or two, then shook his head.

"Wanna come in my mouth?"

His close-lipped grin widened and he nodded in exaggerated fashion.

"Dirty guy," Lisa smirked as she lowered onto her knees before him. She changed the grip she had on his straining prick and began to pump his prick considerably faster. Her mouth came open and her tongue swept around over her lips. She stuck it out and fluttered the tip in her eagerness.

"Come on baby," she said quietly. "Come baby, gimme some jizz. Give it to me!"

Her pumping hand worked itself into a blur of motion. Buddy was sucking for air, his body curving. He inhaled sharply, his cock flexed hard and his hot cum jetted up out of his piss-hole.

Lisa was there waiting for his cum-load, mouth held wide at his cock-tip.

She hoped that Sam was even half as sweet.

Everyone had had a pretty active day, except for Lisa, and they almost felt obligated to turn in early. So what happened was that Lisa stayed downstairs with the television, and because she and Buddy had a deal, he didn't go off to bed right away either. He stretched out on the couch.

Lisa gave everyone about fifteen minutes to get settled in upstairs, then rose from her chair, gave Buddy a smooch of thanks, and then she started up to the room he shared with Sam.

There was a light under the door of her parents' room, but that probably meant they would soon be too distracted to notice much of anything else. Besides, this old house was solidly built, with walls that kept noise in.

The door she was looking for was across from her room. She didn't knock, just turned the knob and slipped in.

The radio was on, tuned to an FM station. Sam was lounging on his twin bed, under a sheet from the waist down, reading a sports magazine in the light of a bedside lamp. He was looking at Lisa over the top of the magazine.

Leaning back against the door briefly, Lisa pushed herself forward, approaching Sam.

"I have a bet with myself," she said to him.

"Oh?"

"I bet that you wouldn't mind if I stopped in to keep you company for a while."

He showed faint amusement. "Better you than Buddy, I guess."

"Ah yes, Buddy. He's sacked out on the couch. We probably won't see him until morning."

"We?"

Standing by the bed in her long skirt and pullover top. Lisa yanked the magazine from Sam's hands and dropped it behind her. "We," she answered definitely.

He looked at her. Somewhat stunned, he said. "I see."

"Would you mind if I got a little more comfortable?" Lisa asked sweetly.

He seemed to relax a little. "I guess not." Taking her time, Lisa slipped out of her sandals. She reached back to loosen the skirt, eased it from her hips, let it fall. Underneath, she had on pink bikini panties. She left them on for now, instead rolling up the snug covering of her top, showing her braless tits before lifting it off.

"You, uh, wanna do the rest?" she invited.

She could see the idea work its appeal on him. Smiling acceptingly, he peeled the covers back and swung both legs off the bed. Clad in brief underwear, he reached for her, drew her closer, just looking at her.

"You knew from the start that I was hot for you, didn't you?" he whispered.

"I seem to be getting a sense for these things."

"It doesn't bother you, us being related?"

"Doesn't seem to be bothering you much."

"It's different with boys. We'll fuck anybody who's willing."

Her eyes glinted. "We're not so different." He smiled up at her. They were on the same wavelength and the good vibes were beginning to flow. Sam was more receptive than she had expected. She wondered if Buddy had done something to prepare him. Probably not. Not Buddy. She had probably just gotten lucky. Every girl was entitled to that once in a while.

Sam's hands slid up onto her tits and he groped at them freely. His touches showed some experience – he wasn't afraid of hurting her by being firm or take-charge, but at the same time he was gentle and appreciating.

Lisa felt her tit-flesh begin to awaken to the direct stimulation and the prospect of a lot more. The carnal spirit was way ahead, but it seemed that that part of her never slept. She was beginning to wonder if maybe she wasn't a nympho or something. One of these days, she and her mom were going to have to have a really long and involved discussion on certain things.

Right now though, if she was a budding nympho, she was just where she wanted to be. Already, she could tell it was going to be a long and wonderful evening.

Lowering both hands onto her hips, Sam turned Lisa around until her back was to him. He hooked a finger under each hip stand of her undies and slid them back behind her. Bit by bit, he worked the flimsy covering from her jutting ass-cheeks, hooking the rolled-up material in the nook where her ass-cheeks joined her tapered thighs.

"There's the sweet ass I've been dreaming of," he murmured.

On impulse, Lisa slowly bent forward at the waist, keeping her back straight as down, down she went, beyond parallel to the floor. The deep cleft of her ass opened, the pouch of her pussy pushed back from between her thighs, and she gave him a hot eyeful.

"Not exactly bashful, huh?" Sam remarked.

"It wastes time," Lisa replied.

Now she was letting her bare ass sway. He pushed her panties to her ankles as he slid off the bed into a kneeling position behind her. Hands on knees, Lisa waited. Taking hold of her upper thighs, Sam nuzzled the, incredible smoothness of her ass-cheeks. His tongue dipped out and she felt it fluttering over her buns with wild enthusiasm.

"You're not too shy, yourself," she remarked with a grin.

He was kissing her, all over her, ass now. "Love this gorgeous ass. Love it!"

"Don't you even like my pussy?" she teased. "Mmmm, pussy, pussy," he gurgled, ducking down to wipe at her bunched cuntal folds.

Lisa wiggled with perverse excitement. She'd never been confronted with such enthusiasm before. A little fast-paced, but she was spirited enough to run with it.

He backed off then, replacing his wildly roving tongue with a steady finger that dug into her fuck-slit, and on into the fuck-hole, and in wriggly fashion into the cock-chute itself.

Stepping one foot out of her panties, Lisa spread her legs and rocked back against Sam's slow stroking finger. She swung her hips from side to side and felt her insides respond hotly to his frigging hand. Then it was time for her to show him a thing or two.

Turning away, she caught his raised wrist and took his finger from her streaming pussy. She knelt before Sam on the floor and lifted his wet finger to her mouth. Looking him in the eyes, she began licking her cunt-juices from his finger.

"I don't know what you're made of," he grinned, "but I sure do like it."

Lisa took his finger into her mouth to the first knuckle and sucked back. To the second joint, then back. Then all the way down and slowly, pulling back to the tip.

"Now let's see what you're made of," she said, reaching for his briefs. She already had a pretty good idea of what he had to offer, because his cock was making a deliciously bulged outline in his underwear.