Agnes Amour - Daughters That Swap

"I think I twisted my ankle," she whispered, suddenly wincing as if in pain. "Feel it, Cal. Maybe it's broken, or something.”

Cal remained as cooperative as ever. A look of genuine concern showed in his eyes, or at least he hoped it did. He was pleased to note, however, that her dress had crept up her smooth legs even more. As he reached out to touch her ankles he noted that his fingers were visibly trembling nervously.

"That feels fine," she whispered sexually, leaning back even more, opening her tanned legs slightly until Cal had no trouble making out the shape and configuration of what was barely hidden between her spread-eagled thighs. "Your hands are so firm, and, uh, feel so good. Keep working on my ankle. I think it's helping.”

His fingers began to work on her ankle, massaging it, as his chest rose and fell almost violently. His face was flushed and he knew what was causing it. As he felt her smooth skin under his hot fingers, as he felt her firm ankle, moving on upward, rubbing slightly higher, he felt a rush of sensual pleasure, and he knew that she must feel it, too. He knew she was feeling it in her cunt because she wiggled and squirmed ever so slightly, as the walls of her pussy dampened with the growing heat and the building ardor of her lust.

Even though Gal knew the effect his manipulations were having on her, he said nothing. Seeing how she was leaning back, still moaning softly with what sounded like genuine moans of pain, he kept massaging her ankle.

"A little higher, I think," she said, finally breaking the silence.

Cal was barely able to control his growing excitement as his hands moved higher, up along the girl's calf, fondling and kneading her flesh as she tried wiggling toward him.

Cal wished he could reach into the girl's mind and make sure that what he was doing was affecting her as much as it was him.

It was! Sue liked what he was doing to her, and she had planned it all, knowing what it would probably do. He had something she wanted, and it wasn't all in his pants, but she knew she had to have what was in his pants, or to let him have what was in hers, before she got what she had really come after.

She glanced down at his crotch as he knelt before her, resting his weight on the backs of his legs. And, sure enough, she was pleased to see that the rounded bulge of his cock had definitely gotten larger. The swelling seemed disproportionate, too pronounced to be taken lightly.

It tented up the front of his jeans as she detected a slight movement behind the fly. The warmth increased, and she pushed her backside up off the rug, unable to stop herself, not wanting to mask her growing desire and pleasure and just plain, pure delight.

Even the way his hands moved, how they were now openly caressing her calf, excited her incredibly. She kept staring at the outline of his cock and then fell back against the softness of the rug, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her, to ravish her just the way she had imagined it would be with him.

"Sue," he started to say, looking at her as she reclined on the rug.

But she didn't answer him. She didn't want anything to interrupt her feelings.

She waited, holding her breath almost, until finally it happened. From her calf he moved his fingers lightly up her leg, past the bony crown of one shapely knee. And then he was gently brushing his hands against her thighs, and she whimpered softly, egging him on, almost begging to be taken and used in any manner he saw fit.

Cal acted as if he could not control himself any longer in what he was doing to her.

The very sight of the young girl lying there, her firm pear-shaped jugs poking forward, the nipples distended and pressing tautly against the front of her thin blouse drove him mad with lust.

And when he glanced up, he could see the barest hint of her pubic mound, lying there, just waiting for him to use in any manner he desired. His fingers stole on up her firm thighs, and she kept murmuring softly, refusing to open her eyes.

Sue saw him openly ogling her naked pussy, the tip of his tongue slipping out of his parted lips, moistening his mouth as his fingers trembled, and then he mumbled something under his breath and pressed his hand fiat against her naked quivering cunt.

"Cal!" she said aloud. "Cal! What are you doing? Oh, but it feels so nice and… oh yes, do it, do it some more, it feels so nice!" she pleaded.

"Like this?”

"Yes," she repeated, realizing that it was much easier than she had expected. He would make her all right, and she didn't have to do anything to goad him on. All she had to do was to let him make the moves.

Just the way his palm pushed down against her hairy gash made her cunt juice gush downward, moistening her tract. Her hips were pulsating and she arched her lithesome back, pushing her aching box flat against his hot hand until there was no hiding her intentions, no hiding the desire she felt, and Cal’s as well.

He couldn't stop himself anyway, now that he was touching her, staring at her quivering box with a gleam in his eyes. He rubbed his palm over the swollen mound, feeling the way her cunt hairs stuck to his palm, already glistening wet with her sap. Sue opened her legs even wider, goading him on as the thin outer lapels of yearning flesh parted ever so lightly, revealing the hidden mysteries of her tight young vagina.

They would not be mysteries to this man for long.

"Cal, what are you doing?" she asked again, knowing full well what the singer was thinking. "It feels so strange, so wonderfully strange, you touching me there. Yes, do it! Do anything, anything!”

The plaintive tone of her voice fairly amazed him, and he reached down with both hands, gently spreading apart the narrow outer lips to reveal her clitoris poking forward from the top of her vulva. The little pea-shaped morsel of flesh wiggled its enticements, and Cal felt his cock swelling heatedly inside his pants.

"Ohhhhhhh," Sue moaned.

Throwing all caution to the winds, he suddenly groaned loudly and flung himself down between her legs, smashing his mouth against her quivering and juicy box. Sue arched her pubis, pushed it toward him, and clawed at the rug with her hands, almost screaming out.

She felt his tongue sweeping out, diving right inside and curling around her clitoris. It was long and wet and raspy and she began to moan with growing pleasure as he licked and tongued her moist and slippery vagina.

He was making whining, doglike sounds as he lashed away with his tongue.

"Yes, more. Do it more," Sue kept repeating, looking down between her legs as Cal panted and tongued her with short lapping strokes, muzzling her box with his face. She felt his spittle come drooling out of his mouth, mingling with her own juices.

The heat of her passionate lust was building up, far more quickly than she had ever built up before, even when she masturbated. It was growing uncontrollable, and she kept pushing toward him as he scaled the walls of her snatch and sponged them down, his tongue pistoning in and out like a small but masterful penis.

"Oh, Cal! Oh migodddddd," she cooed.

Sue had never imagined how nice it would feel with him. She had never seen a guy's, or rather felt-she almost giggled when she thought of it-she had never seen a guy's tongue work so frantically. Just the way Cal’s head bobbed up and down, the way he moaned and shook against her, excited her beyond belief. She reached out then and touched his curly, sweat-wet hair, pushing his face deeper and harder against her trembling cunt.

"Cal! Cal!" she moaned.

He was gobbling her up, literally and figuratively, chewing delicately on the tiny pulpy bud of her clitoris until she couldn't see straight. And as he probed deeper, keeping her cunt lips wide open with his feverish hands, she knew that she couldn't stop herself or stop him either, for that matter.