Ron Evans - Daughter was hotter

Ellen cooed and mewled in excited delight as she raised and lowered her head, sliding his giant slab of prick back and forth between her luscious, ovaled lips. Her wet cunt slit was drooling thickly with cum. She rubbed her sweaty thighs together, feeling her fleshy cunt lips grinding against each other.

"Yeah, that's the way," Sam muttered, slowly leaning forward over her head until his muscular body completely covered her face. "Yeah, suck it!"

He hunched his crotch down into her face, plowing his massive fuck tool down her throat. His balls cuddled warmly against the underside of her chin. She could feel them shuddering around in their hairy pouch.

"Mmmmmmm!" Ellen moaned, her tongue twirling madly around his face-fucking shaft of cock meat. Reaching around behind him, she cupped the flexing cheeks of his ass, running her fingers up and down in the sweaty crease between them. The tip of her forefinger jabbed at his puckered asshole and she felt him tremble. She took a deep breath through her nose, stirring the hairs at the base of his fuck tool. Then she poked her finger firmly at the snug opening to his asshole. She felt the tip of her finger pop in through the tight ring of muscle. Gurgling happily around the fleshy prick shaft in her mouth, she corkscrewed her finger deep up his ass tunnel, feeling him jerk and buck in delighted ecstasy.

"Ohhhhh, damn!" he growled, his whole body going tense as the sensations of pleasure raced up and down his backbone. She sawed her finger in and out of his shitter rapidly, forcing him to raise up off her face a little. As his cock meat withdrew halfway from her overstuffed mouth, she started tonguing it wantonly. Her spit glistened wetly on his prick as it retreated from between her lips.

Under the stimulation of her mouth wrapped around his lengthy prick and her twisting, swiveling finger up his ass, Sam felt his balls starting to churn and seethe with his boiling jism. He could tell he was going to shoot his load any second.

"I hope you're ready, honey!" he hissed. "'Cause I sure as hell am! I'm gonna blow the back of your head clean off!"

Seconds later they both felt his prick expand and lengthen warningly. Ellen thought her jaw would crack. The hairy sac against her chin spasmed as his balls rolled and tumbled around with excitement. His cum was bubbling urgently.

When the first greasy wads of jism showered against the back of her throat, Sam lunged forward, burying his exploding prick deep in her sucking mouth. His ass humped wildly, his cock head banging ruthlessly into her throat.

"Oh, shit, Ellen, suck it, suck it all!" he groaned.

As always, Ellen was wantonly overjoyed at the thickness and heat of his gooey cum juice. She swallowed for all she was worth to clear her mouth in time for the next spewing gush. His jism coated the insides of her gurgling throat with a slimy layer of tasty cream.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, thrilled by the delicious flavor of the warm, buttery juice that splattered into her mouth time and time again. Some of it oozed out of the corners of her mouth, and one long trickle even spilled from her nostril.

Ellen lay there under him quietly, not moving a muscle except for her frantically sucking lips and throat and her agile tongue. Sam pumped his cock savagely in and out of her sweet mouth, his cock head streaming and splattering relentlessly. As she lay there, Ellen felt his rich jism flowing down into her hungry stomach, warming it and giving her a feeling of intense pleasure.

"Aaaahhh," Sam sighed, feeling the last wads of his cum shoot into her gobbling throat. "Shit, honey!" He slumped wearily onto his back. Instantly, Ellen was curled up between his legs, her slippery tongue cleaning and washing his cum-splattered prick.

"Delicious!" she giggled, smacking her lips. She looked up at him appealingly. "You've just gotta fuck me now, Sam! Christ, I need it so bad. You know how cock-sucking always makes me hot for a good fuck!"

"Okay, honey," he chuckled. "But you're gonna have to go to a little work to get me back in shape!"

"You call that work?" Ellen giggled.

Eagerly, she lowered her face into his sweaty crotch, lapping and kissing at his limp, greasy prick. Sam fell back onto the bed, pillowing his head on his folded arms, watching her pink tongue slurping over his prick. His eyes gradually got a far-away look in them.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, honey?" Ellen asked between deep sucks on his thickening fuck tool. "Thinkin' about fuckin' me?"

Sam hesitated a moment, then said, "No. Actually I was, well, I was thinking about your daughter."

"Penny?" Ellen raised her face off his spit soaked prick and looked up at him, puzzled. "What the hell about her?"

"I was just wondering – she's a cute kid, and – well, she's a teenager, you said…" His voice trailed off.

"Go on," Ellen said.

"Well, don't get mad."

"Oh, for Chrissake! Stop stuttering and say what you mean!"

"I was just wondering if she's as good a cock-sucker as her mother is," Sam said, watching her closely.

Ellen giggled. "I don't even think she knows what a cock is! She's probably still got her cherry!"

"Did you have yours at her age?"

"Hell, no! But I, well, I was always horny. Even back then! Penny is – different." Even as she said it, Ellen realized how weak it sounded.

"Maybe," Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. "But then the mother is usually the last to know."

"Oh, don't be silly! Let's not talk about Penny anymore. I wanna suck this prick of yours back into shape so you can really ream out of my hot pussy with it!"

"Now you're talkin'!" Sam said. He closed his eyes and lay back, squirming his ass a little under the talented licking and sucking she was giving his stiffening prick.

Sam was right. And Ellen was wrong.

Penny Adams had fucked at least twenty different guys since her last birthday, most of them more than once.

Sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, with her bathrobe open and her creamy thighs spread wide apart, she was fingering her tingly cunt slit and thinking about some of those well-remembered fucks.

Penny was tall and well-developed for her age, big-titted, slim-waisted, long-legged and hot-pussied. She had her mother's blonde hair and she was told, her father's soft, brown eyes.

She'd gotten her first fuck at her own birthday party, thrown for her by a friend at his house, from Joey Hopkins. Then there was Phil Reynolds, a college boy she'd met at the record store in the nearby shopping mall. He'd been a lot more mature than Joey, and a lot better hung, too! And there was Andy Winston. She'd been a little hesitant about fucking with a married man, she remembered, but he'd taken her to a motel and had licked her pussy, and she'd soon gotten over her hesitancy and had fucked him half to death.

Damn! She sat up suddenly, her whole crotch sticky with her oozing cunt juice. What a mess! And her wanton clit was vibrating shamelessly as she recalled all the thrilling cocks she'd sucked and fucked recently.

She was about to go to the bathroom for a shower when the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, she smirked lewdly at the boy who stood there. "Hi, Craig! C'mon in! I was just thinking about you – sorta!"

Craig Stockton was her more-or-less steady boyfriend at the moment. At least she fucked with him more than with anyone else. He was a tall boy with curly black hair and a happy-go-lucky smile. He was smiling now as his eyes took in the bathrobe she was wearing. It was actually a beach robe. It covered her only to a few inches below her crotch, leaving her fleshy thighs and shapely legs bare. The front gaped open almost to her waist even when it was tightly belted. She was naked beneath the robe and Craig could see the smooth valley between her jutting tits.