Jason Cannon: Hot for daddy

Then she drew her face away from his. "Oh, Mike, make love to me. Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me with it! I've waited so long for it!"

Her words jolted him. He pulled back and looked with awe down at her, lust-contorted face. "Jeez, Carrie, you mean this is your first time?"

"Yes – but I want it!"

"No."

"What?" Her eyes snapped open and she bolted upright on the sofa. "What the hell do you mean…"

"I can't, Carrie."

"The hell you can't! You're hard as a rock!"

"Oh, don't get me wrong," the boy whined. "You're beautiful and I want to… but, damn, Carrie… a virgin. I can't…"

"Shit!" the young girl howled, and spread her legs wide, pointing the gaping pink furrow of her cunt directly at his face. "I want to come!"

"We can come," he gasped. "I mean, without fucking."

"I want to fuck, you idiot!" the half-crazed girl cried.

"No. I got a better idea. You bring yourself off, and I'll beat my meat. That way we can watch each other come!"

It wasn't really what the young blonde wanted, but it was better than nothing. Then she saw his hand begin to work itself up and down on his throbbing shaft and the lewdness of the act and his suggestion became more and more exciting to her.

"C'mon, Carrie, it's kicks… you'll see!"

Suddenly, just the idea of it aroused Carrie to wild heights of passion. The boy's innocence, combined with the beauty of his youthful cock, made her readily agree.

"All right," she gasped. "We'll do it that way."

"Start with your tits," he said, gripping his cock and pumping frantically up and down.

Carrie cupped the bottoms of her heavy globes and squeezed them into conical peaks. She rolled them around and around on her chest, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples and tickling them with her nails until they were hard and erect.

Mike kept running his hand up and down his cock as his eyes darted from the magnificent shape of her tits to the pink, flowing gash of her pussy. "Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes fascinated at watching him stroking his dick. "Yes, it feels good to play with my tits."

"Spread your legs wider so I can see more of your pussy!"

Carrie spread her legs wide apart. The lips of her cunt opened wide and she watched the boy's reaction. His mouth opened slightly and his tongue flicked across his lips.

"Play with it, Carrie. Play with your pussy," he urged, his voice squeaky.

She put her hand between her thighs and stroked the downy growth of cunt hair. Her fingers outlined the lips and stroked up and down the length of the slit. Clear, sticky juice began to ooze from the hole, and she massaged it all over the lips with her fingers. She stuck her finger in and stirred round and round, making a squishy sound. She heard Mike sigh and settle back, his hand a blur as it flashed up and down the length of his dick. She let her finger play on her clit and massage it until it was hard and throbbing. She moaned softly and wiggled under the motions of her finger.

"Tell me how it feels," Mike moaned.

"Mmmmm, it feels good," she sighed. "It's getting all hot and sticky and… now I'm adding… another… finger… mmmmm!"

She pushed the two fingers rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt. He watched the gaping hole close and squeeze around her fingers. "Ohhhih, Mike, I-I'm about ready to come!" she cried. "It's getting better and better. So hot, ohhh, so hot!"

She thought of her father and wished he were there, pushing his hard cock in and out of her cunt until she exploded. She pushed her fingers faster in circular motions and in and out. Juice dripped from her pubic hair and ran down her thighs. The slurpy sounds of her finger-fucking and the boy's heavy panting filled the room.

"Ohhhh, Mike… I'm cominggggggg!" she suddenly shrieked.

The boy leaned forward, his eyes intent on her pussy. His hand pumped wildly on his cock as he watched her cunt swallow her hand time and time again. "Wow!" he gasped as he saw her body writhe in volcanic fits of self-inflicted passion.

"It's good, huh? It must be really good!" he panted.

Carrie lay back on the sofa and drew her legs up and stroked faster, her head thrashing from side to side. "Aaaaah, aaahhh! Yes, it's soooo goooood!" Her hips bounced, pushing her cunt up to meet the thrusts of her fingers. Her climax broke, making her body shudder with pleasure. She moaned and writhed wildly as she came, her fingers probing and pushing deep into the slick hole.

Slowly, slowly, her orgasm ended and she lay still, panting and sighing.

"Did you come, too, Mike?" she finally breathed, knowing full well he had. His cum was all over his belly and thighs as well as soaking his hand where it still continued to pound up and down on his cock.

"I-I shot once," the boy chocked, "but it's still hard and it still hurts!"

Carrie was amazed. The boy had gushed and gushed his youthful sperm, and yet his cock looked harder than ever. Her mind darted back to her own desire for a hard cock in her cunt. Mike had come, but his meat still ached with desire.

Should she attempt to tease him into fucking her? What I need is a good hard cock that can fuck me good and come, and fuck some more. But no, she thought, not this boy.

She reached out and replaced his hand on the rigid young pole with her own. "Here, Mike, let me do that for you."

"You still want me to fuck you, Carrie?"

"No, not now," she said. "Maybe some other time."

Ted Fuller wandered around for an hour. Fucking the whore, Natalie, had been good, much better than most, but he still felt empty. He wanted warmth and compassion along with sex. Underneath it all, he wanted his own daughter and the thought nearly gagged him. But just thinking of her alluring, nubile young body was giving him another hard-on. He had to do something, and do it quickly, or he was going to go crazy.

He looked up and found himself in front of a dimly lit movie theater, with lurid X-rated posters all around the entrance. The girl in the ticket booth was young and attractive, and it seemed that her smile was something more than the casually impersonal attitude toward a customer. Ted thought of trying to proposition her after she got off work. Then he realized that she wasn't much older than Carrie.

He hurriedly shoved some money through the window and walked through the swinging doors.

The music was a throbbing, erotic beat in the darkness, and there was a rhythmic flashing of naked skin on the screen. Ted blinked and opened his eyes wide, trying to see in the darkness.

There was a dark shape just beside him. He felt a tug on his sleeve. It was another whore, aging and tawdry. "Want a good time?" she wheezed.

"All I want is to see the movie. Leave me alone."

"I'll make it a lot better for you, honey. I'll play with your dick and balls while you watch it, then when you want me to I'll give you a good blow job."

"I don't want a whore. Get away from me and stay away!"

"Looking for a good-time girl? They don't know how to do shit, man."

Ted jerked his arm away from her grasp and walked down the aisle, moving slowly in the darkness. His eyes were more accustomed to the dark now and he could see the shadows of other people in the theater. They seemed to be scattered far apart in singles and couples.

He sat down and looked at the screen. It was an action scene of a man fucking a woman who was crouching in front of him on her hands and knees. But it was something less than convincing; they were uttering groans and their faces were twisted, but he could see the man's cock swinging loosely between his thighs when the camera swung too far back.

A muffled noise from two or three rows in front of him caught his attention. A man was sitting with a woman on his lap, and she was moving slowly up and down as he sprawled back in his seat, moaning.