Agnes Amour - Daughters That Swap

"No, Daddy," she pleaded. "Not yet. Let's make it last a little bit longer. It's too good, too fucking good. Let's make it last forever.”

He sighed and stretched out languidly on the floor, letting her set the rhythm and the pace of their far-out fucking match. She was such an expert, and he put all his confidence in her. She had done so much for him since he had first met her. And he knew she would be doing much more in the future.

He closed his eyes, and drifted along with the loveliness of her work. "MMmmmmmm," he sighed. "This is really fine, so sweet. I love it, Sue. You do it so well. I just don't think I can stand it much longer. So wonderful, so wonderful," he muttered over and over incoherently. "So good, so good. Give me more. More. Fuck me sweet and tender. Oh, baby, you're really something.”

"Oh, big Daddy," Sue said, "You're so good to me. You know how to please me.”

"Yes, oh yes," Cal agreed.

Sue wiggled her hips, and she clamped the wall of her hot, tight pussy around his throbbing cock. She felt that she would come soon, too, and she wanted to wait a while longer. If she could just time it right, he would be gushing up into her at the very moment her strong climax would come. She rode him faster, not wanting it to end, yet wanting to feel his hot cream as it exploded inside her, knowing that it would probably drive her out of her mind.

"Hold on, baby," Cal begged.

"I am, I am,” she replied.

Cal rolled his head on the floor, sucked in his breath, as if he was starving for oxygen, then moaned loudly, "Oh Lordy, Sue. My cock is getting so fucking hot So hot. Jesus, Sue. It's so nice. So fucking nice. I can't stand it. I'm about to explode. I don't think I can hold it. Oh, baby doll. Oh sweet little baby doll. I can't hold it.”

"Do it, Cal, Daddy! Do it! I'm ready, too. Let me feel it sweetheart! Let me feel it!" She rose up and down swiftly, hammering, and she slapped her ass on his hard pubic bone, almost shattering it. She felt the first burst from his hot hammer as it exploded up into her, bringing a stifled scream up from her throat.

"Oh, Oh, Lordy, Lordy!”

Cal lifted his butt up and felt his hard cock hit bottom, almost banging and making a sound, as she sank to meet his upward thrust.

"Ohhhhhhh!" He wailed out and his balls trembled as his load of creamy come, of boiling semen surged out of him and exploded up into her begging, waiting receptacle, spewing like an erupting volcano.

It was blasting into her, scorching her insides as it came of out of him and spewed deeply into her hot hungry love nest. He shuddered and Sue started shrieking with pleasure as her own orgasm commenced. The pounding up and down, the shattering force of their joint climaxes lasted a few more minutes, and they went almost out of their minds totally as they shared their joint climax.

When it was over, Sue melted downward onto his prone, worn-out body, too weak to even roll off him. And they dozed again, Sue dreaming of giant cocks and Cal thinking* of floating tits completely surrounding him, cushioning him from reality.

It was a couple of hours before each of the two exhausted lovers could think straight.

When they had both cleaned up after their lovemaking bout, Cal said, "Sue Belle, honey. Irv Taub is coming in tonight from the coast and I'm gonna put him up for a few days. So," he pointed his finger at her in a teasing way, "I want you on your best behavior. He's a straight man, and I don't think he'd think highly of me fucking a girl as young as you.”

"I promise," Sue held her hand up in a mock salute. "But," she continued, "who the shit is Irv Taub?”

"Who is Irv Taub," Cal mimicked. "Christ, honey lamb, he owns Tenky Records. That's who.”

"Ohhh," she cooed, "your label. I thought the name rang a bell.”

Already Sue's mind was churning, she had to make plans, she had to… this might be her chance. She talked Cal into letting her ride to the airport with him. They both agreed on who she would be, and she was introduced to Irv Taub as a friend's daughter who was visiting in Nashville.

Sue had expected a fuddy duddy old man, but instead Irv Taub was a tall, bronzed (not an artificial, but a real California tan) man with silver hair, middle-aged almost, and quite athletic, He would look more at home on a tennis court, she decided, than behind a desk running a record company.

During the next day Sue did everything she could think of to interest the man in her body. Once she had him hooked, then she could talk to him about recording.

On the third day, Cal had to spend the day in the city and Sue was alone with Irv. About mid-morning they both decided a swim would do them good.

"Don't you want to race me?" she asked, moving closer to him again, in front of him, so that his eyes were on an almost direct line with her flat, smooth belly and the deep, well-defined cleft of her young pussy. She moved her body sinuously before him, tempting him. "I'll bet I could give you a really good race. I'll bet I could make it interesting for both of us.”

His head jerked up and his eyes locked with her bold ones again. Had there been a double meaning in her words? He asked himself this question wordlessly. He felt a fluttering warmth in the pit of his stomach and down low in his groin. Damn, he wished this little bitch hadn't come here this morning! He wished she'd have her fucking swim and go away and leave him alone. She was having an undeniable sexual effect on him, and he was afraid she knew that already.

"Please," she whispered. "Let's have a race in the pool.”

He stood abruptly. "AH right," he acquiesced, "one race, and then I've got to go inside. I've got something to take care of.”

"Groovy!" Sue cried. She turned, swinging her firm young hips, walked to the edge to the pool, and dove gracefully into the cold, clear water. She surfaced, shaking her head and laughing as she looked up at the older man, her eyes touching and caressing that area of his body covered by the swim suit. It was almost as if he could feel her hot eyes actually caressing his cock, he thought, like soft, warm hands stroking it; the thought was both exciting and unsettling, and he felt his penis restlessly stir as blood filled the huge length and girth of it. To hide his beginning erection, and his discomfort, he ran forward and dived cleanly into the water.

He turned beneath the surface, swam to the deep end under the diving board, and clung to the side there as his head emerged. Sue swam toward him and clung to the pool's edge very close beside him, her eyes still brazenly sensual and mocking. "Five laps, okay?" she questioned.

"Five laps,” he agreed.

Sue counted to three, and then they began the race. The lovely young teenager was a fine, strong swimmer, but no match for the big man's powerful, well-trained strokes. Ordinarily, he would have swum at half-speed and purposely and graciously lost in a race with a female, but now he felt a perverse desire to prove his masculine domination. He won the race by almost a full lap.

When he turned at the deep end finally, the petite teenager was standing at the shallow end, pouting at him, "Wow, you really went fast! Do you always go that fast?”

He didn't answer. He turned onto his back and floated, kicking away from the edge, breathing deeply. Suddenly, beneath him, he felt a hand encircle his chest and pull him under water. Sue had swum beneath the surface like a torpedo and ducked him!

They came up together at the shallow end of the pool; she was giggling, her dripping young face shining. Then she splashed him, crying, "Let's play roughhouse!" and stepped up close to him, put both her hands on top of his head, and ducked him under again. He reached out involuntarily as he was thrust beneath the surface, to grab hold of her slender little waist and pull her off her feet. She gasped, flailing out for a moment, and then she too slid beneath the surface.