Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

She flashed him a hot, eager grin as she fumbled with his belt. She didn't even look down as she loosened it, unfastened his trousers, and opened his fly.

Her tiny, smooth hands plunged into his underpants, and suddenly she had his cock in her warm grasp. She tipped it so the head peeped out of the waistband. Then, stooping gracefully, she eased his underpants down.

For a moment she was on her knees, helping him out of his pants. Then she stood and wrapped her arms around his neck. She slid his dick up her flat tummy and pressed her slender body against his. She hoisted herself with her hands behind his neck, and kissed him. His hands fumbled, then cupped her tight little tail, taking the weight off his neck.

Picking her up, he swung her into the air and laid her down on the sofa. For a moment, he stood over her, looking down at her alabaster-smooth body. He could see the slit of her cunt through the pale curls of her muff. She made no effort to conceal her sex from him, made no secret of the desire she felt for his rudely thrusting cock. With her arms spread, one knee raised and bent to show her pussy, she waited for him. Her chest rose and fell as her eyes burned into his. Her lips were moist and full. Suddenly, he wanted to plunge his aching phallus into her mouth.

He eased down beside her on the couch, leaned forward, and kissed her. One of his hands touched her breast as shyly as if he was still a virgin schoolboy. Her nipple was a hard little pebble against his palm as he cupped her boob. His whole hand could engulf her diminutive mound. It was warm and soft but also firm. Her tongue met his, dueling on an equal basis as he fondled her tit lovingly.

Her fingers curled around his dick and squeezed. He felt a burning drop emerge from the tip. He felt her deliberately smear the slick lubricant over his aching phallus. Her fingers skated over the slithery fluid. His balls were throbbing and felt as big as basketballs, they were so full of cum.

She fondled his prick with both hands, smeared her flesh with his liquid. When he broke the kiss, in a deliberately wanton and exquisitely graceful move, she lifted one smeared hand to her mouth, and, catlike, licked it clean.

"Oh, Baby," he groaned stupidly.

She took his hand, and, with her eyes locked on his, guided his big, crude, rough fingers to her delicate pussy. She pressed them against her softly furred, yielding mound, cupping them to the hollow between her thighs. Then one finger slipped into her slit. He felt slick, swampy folds engulf it. Without meaning to, he eased his finger deep into her soupy tunnel.

If there was a virgin membrane there, he couldn't detect it. His senses were whirling from the sight and the scent and the feel of her. He leaned forward, bowed his head. Immediately, she arched, presenting her breasts to him. His big mouth found one tiny tit, and he sucked on it. His teeth nicked her tender flesh and he heard her moan with pleasure. He eased his finger in and out of her cunny, and felt her hips begin to roll. She was smearing more and more of his lubricating flood over his prick. Every time she brushed the nerve trigger that lurked on the underside, a fresh, hot wave of liquid surged to the tip, and another stinging flood of cum entered the firing chamber in his gut. He was being glutted with semen because of her delicate stimulation.

He switched from one tit to the other. He bit, harder this time, and her moan was one of pure pleasure. He tugged up on her nipple, drew on her breast, stretched her flesh. Then he let it slip from his teeth as lust overwhelmed him.

Sliding over on top of her, he felt her spread her thighs in welcome. She guided his cock to her tiny slit, and then hugged him as the tip found her hot hole.

For a second he thought he was too big for her, that he would hurt her. Then she clutched his ass and pushed him into her. His lust overwhelmed his fears, and he thrust his prick into her in a single, strong, desperate shove.

"Oooohhh, Daddy," she moaned.

He braced himself up on his elbows, afraid he would crush her if he put his full weight on her. She weighed about ninety pounds, and he weighed a hundred-and-ninety. She wrapped her arms around his powerful body, and hugged him to her. His towering phallus glutted her slender pelvis; her legs twined behind his, locked with his, welded them together.

"Gabby, Baby," he moaned.

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," she whispered. Instead of disgusting him, the words aroused him even further. He felt like his insides were being twisted into gory tatters.

He squirmed his cock in her. There really wasn't any other way to describe it. With her arms clamped around his chest, her legs twined tight around his, all he could move was his pelvis. As he squirmed his cock in her cunt, he felt his pubic arch grind against hers. His harsh pubic curls were like sandpaper between his flesh and hers.

Her trim hips began to swivel under him. As he slipped his dick in and out, she added a sideways motion. She wriggled her hard tits against his chest with the sinuosity of a snake.

Mike's thoughts faded into a thick fog of lust. The alcohol was burning out of his bloodstream. Everything hazed out except the girl under him, and even she was reduced to a purely sexual creature consisting of cunt and tits. He was oblivious of the fact that she was his daughter and only sixteen years old.

The semen in his belly was simmering, sizzling like hot grease. It kept getting hotter and hotter as his muscles drew tighter and tighter, cocking themselves for the final effort. It was like the arm of a medieval catapult being drawn back to the firing position. There was a sense of bottled power, of explosive forces straining to be released.

Everything in his groin seemed to be melting down to form the ammunition. His prick was dripping in her velvety glove. Each stroke made it burn hot as a steel ingot fresh into the mold. It was as if his body juices were being rendered from his flesh by the searing heat.

She was so tiny! So tiny, and so willing, and so skilled. Her dance-trained body moved in sinuous patterns he had never dreamed possible. She was whimpering very softly, like a tiny kitten. The little chirping noises could have been pain, but he was fairly sure they were pleasure.

The tempo of her chirps picked up, the volume increased, and he knew she was getting close to cumming. He held back his own through a desperate act of will. It was like holding down the safety valve on a steam boiler. The pressure needle shivered, climbed into the danger zone. The seams of his will power groaned under the strain.

"Ooooh, Daddy," Gabby wailed. Her body went rigid, her pelvis strained hard against his as she came.

The spasming of her cunt around his dork was the final straw. With an animal groan, he orgasmed. A searing stream of lava scorched the channel of his cock. His whole body knotted up as he poured his cum into her willing, sucking twat. He writhed against her pubis, mashed her berry clit to jam. His balls sucked up tight against the base of his cock, tried to climb inside him so they could stream down his channel and into her hot hole.

For an eternity, he kept twitching and twitching and twitching as the last dribbles of his jizm were squeezed out. He ended up in a cramped knot. He felt as if his groin had been part of a Boy Scout Merit Badge test in rope work. Then, with a sob, he sagged limply on top of his daughter. Tears stung his cheeks as realization of what he had just done ravaged him.

The cunt around his cock gave a few final spasms, then relaxed entirely. He felt his dead weight mashing her deep into the couch and started to roll off her. Her arms and legs tightened around him so he couldn't. His cock was shriveling slowly, stroking itself against her twat walls as it withered. His balls gave a twitch, his cock jerked, and a last tiny spurt of semen jetted into her rippled hole. Her cunt spasmed in response, giving his dork a warm squeeze.