Agnes Amour - Daughters That Swap

"Taste me," he whispered to her. "I've tasted you and it's so good. Now take my cock in your mouth and taste me. It's really something.”

Sean turned to bring his head toward Sue's crotch. Bending and leaning over, he slowly lowered his face toward her pussy, his eyes riveted on the curling hair and the gleaming pink tissues. An animal odor, wild animal, assaulted his senses, attracting him even more. His mouth watering with a wild appetite, Sean lowered his face to Sue's pubic bush and wedged his tongue deep into the young girl's hot, juicy slit.

It tasted wonderful and exciting to him. Driven by a wild desire for more, he jammed his tongue deep into her tender cunt, shifting around to get the best possible angle for his attack. His knee bumped against something, and he pulled his head back to glance up along the length of Sue's supine body. He found that his knee was against the side of her head. Carefully he lifted it and straddled her, returning his face to the musky cunt as soon as he could, unwilling to sacrifice a moment of the taste and lust he was finding there.

"Good, good," Sue was muttering almost incoherently, as she bathed in the pleasure of what was happening to her.

When her hands closed around his butt cheeks, Sean almost jumped with excitement. He let his hips drop, still eating happily at Sue's juicy cunt. He mumbled through the tissues of the hot slit, but the words were jumbled and didn't make any sense.

The touch of Sue's tongue on his cock set off rockets of passion in him, making him drive his own mouth down on the girl's pussy even harder. Ramming in his tongue, deep, deep, into her steaming snatch, Sean lowered his hips and felt the girl's mouth close around his dong. The explosion of pleasure almost lifted him to the peak of an orgasm. He dug his chin into the young girl's slit, and was rewarded with a flow of juices that almost drowned him, as Sue's hips jammed upward in response.

He could feel her hot mouth close around his rigid shaft. The tingling sensation it brought filled his entire body.

Head to crotch, the two lovers tangled in the center of the bed. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they drove each other crazy with their mouths. Sue's almost gagged in the deep penetration of her throat as she swallowed the gigantic love pole.

Sean was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and churning, churning and seething, his huge body betraying him with its convulsions. He was coming and coming and coming, and he knew he was drowning Sue with the flood of semen pouring out of his cock. But he couldn't pull away from the girl. Sean was driving his own mouth into Sue's gushing pussy, and her slender thighs clamped around his head like a vise, trapping him there until he was afraid he was going to suffocate.

All at once it was over. Sue's body went from spasmodic tightness to total limpness. Sean's own intense orgasm was passing its peak, its plateau, leaving him quivering with exhaustion. He was dimly aware of Sue freeing her mouth from his limp cock, and he struggled with his last reserve of strength to help. Finally, he managed to lift his leg and tumble away.

Sprawling on his back, exhausted, he let blackness sweep over him as he fought for breath and sanity.

Later, Sean felt as if he was drifting in a soft, warm, gray cloud of semisleep, in limbo, feeling wonderful, almost sated. His body was totally relaxed, tired with the delicious exhaustion that comes from such exercise. Vague, peaceful dreams floated through his mind.

"Wow. Sean," Sue said, after they had rested, and after Sean had taken a few more Polaroid shots of her. "I like to fuck. Just as simple as that. I like it. I like it any way I can get it.”

"You about fucked me in, little one," Sean replied, a tired smile on his face. He had never seen just a fucking machine. There had been girls who liked to fuck, but this Sue, Hell, this girl loved to fuck and probably from now on out, would live to fuck. And the pictures. Hell, he could take any shot of her he wanted. He had already taken pictures of her finger-fucking, of her using a candlestick, of her pussy dripping with milky come, hell, what was left, he wondered. Later, he could look at the pictures and recall in detail each part of the young girl’s body.

Noticing Sue watching him, Sean said, "I guess this day is about shot and my cock is about spent. In fact it's worn to almost nothing. All shriveled up.”

"The poor little thing," Sue grinned in mock sympathy.

Sean studied her. "I wish I could get it up again. The sight of you lying there is a sight to behold.”

"Do I really still turn you on? I think you've about fucked me out, too,” She appeared thoughtful, then added, "I thought men were through with a woman after they had screwed her. At least that's what my mother always told me,”

"Not me.”

"You mean you'd still fuck me?”

"Hell, yes. You got a hell of a lot of good fucking left in you," he joked. "Matter of fact, Fin not sure I could ever wear you out or get tired of you myself.”

"Do you think Fm a nymphomaniac?" She appeared very serious, lying on her back at the moment, heels pulled tightly against her butt and knees pressed firmly together, as if she were lying in a warm womb.

"I guess,” Sean replied, equally serious, "that there's a difference between a girl being a nympho and just being ready to fuck at the drop of a hat." He reached down and parted her knees. She whimpered.

"You're not a nympho," he assured her.

Roughly now, he seized her ankles and lifted them to push her thighs against her belly. With his other hand he ran his finger into her wide-open cunt. He probed until he felt the moisture start gathering. "See," he said, "I proved my point. All I have to do is to touch you and you're ready. And you like it. See. Something else. If I was to ram my cock in you now you'd have an orgasm, right?”

"Right," she said nodding her head the best she could in the awkward position.

"Okay, then, that proves it. A nympho rarely ever is satisfied. She just can't make it. With her? screwing is nothing. It is something she does. But she's never satisfied, nor does she have orgasms. She just can't enjoy fucking. It's only a sick thing with her. A search or something." He probed a bit more, then added, "See how you're enjoying this?”

Sue nodded. "Yeah," she sighed. "I am enjoying it for sure. I wish that cock of yours would get hard again. You could make me happy. Or rather," she giggled, "happier.”

"Well, I'll be damned," Sean said, disbelief in his face. "My cock is hard. I can't believe it. I was just gooffing around, and will you look at it.”

He knelt at her ass and let her calves rest on his upper arms. By leaning over her, he forced her legs back and rotated her butt into the air. In a moment, Sue felt his cockhead at her cunt-mouth.

"I like it, I like it, I like it," Sue chanted over and over as she felt the probing cock.

Sean pressed his cockhead in, forcing her cunt open more widely and sliding it inward, deeply. A single, hard tremor shook him as the pussy walls opened widely and his heavy cock entered. His bulbous cockhead surged back and forth among her internal organs, jostling and displacing them to create inner sensation unique to sex.

"You like, huh,” he grinned, teasing her.

"Yesssss, I like.”

Sean was in no hurry to reach another orgasm; in fact, he doubted that he could. He just felt lucky his cock had gotten hard again; so his interest was clearly oriented toward a leisurely exploration of possibilities, rather than toward direct progress to a culminating release of his passions. He pulled his cock free and rolled Sue onto her side. Trapping her knees against her chest, he lowered himself and burrowed his cock into her again, working his knees forward so one thigh pressed at her back while the other lay against the backs of her thighs. Cradled between his warm legs, she moaned contentedly, as if willing to be used in any way Sean so desired.