Nick Eastwood - Balling Hot Daughter

But it wasn't easy to do that. This was the second time this morning that she'd watched another couple fuck, and it was getting her horny out of her mind. Now Marlene was riding daddy's stiffly thrusting cock, as if she was astride a bucking bronco. Her big-titted body shook and shuddered, and she swayed and almost tumbled as she grew dizzy with lust. But Ben held her in place, and as his excitement mounted, he fucked into her faster and faster. His thick cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot cream from her cunt.

"Too rough for you, baby?" he panted.

"You can't be too rough for me, ', Marlene panted. "I need it hard,

Ben, as hard as you can give it. I'm horny enough to scream." And horny enough to hold up a whole TV series, Chrissy thought. It must have been some kind of lust that had brought the whole production to a halt while the heroine got laid.

Poor Tara and Mark hadn't had that privilege.

They'd had to wait till they weren't needed on the set, then grab a quick fuck in the bushes.

But Marlene made everybody else dance to her tune-including daddy.

"Yes, fuck me hard, Ben," the beautiful actress begged, "fuck the living shit out of me."

Chrissy creamed through her bikini for about the hundredth time. The little garment had to be soaking by now. She knew she wasn't going to think about anything else for the rest of the summer except getting fucked. She wouldn't rest till she knew what it was like. But how was she going to find out? There wasn't a guy her age on the island, and all the men in the cast and crew regarded her as just a little kid.

After all, four years ago when the series first started, she had been just a little kid.

She was a woman now, even though nobody realized it. She had a woman's body and a woman's hot needs. She ached with envy and lust as she watched Marlene riding daddy's hard-driving cock. Marlene's head lolled back, her long black hair flying, and she screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy as Ben's jackhammering cock drove her to the very brink of climax. Her perfect white teeth were bared in a lusty grimace.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me hard," she groaned, "I'm almost there.

Oh, shit, I need to come so bad."

"1'11 make you come, baby," Ben assured her hoarsely, "I'II make you come like a bomb."

Daddy never promised anything if he couldn't deliver, and Chrissy watched avidly to see how he'd get Marlene off. Still hammering his huge hard cock into her with lightning speed, he reached out and folded back the black-velvet fur of her bush, isolating the hot pink lump of her clit. He caught the little bud between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead it, and Marlene almost flew through the ceiling. It was just like pressing a magic button.

"Oooooo, motherfucker, I'm coming! " she howled. "Ohhhhhh, shit, whaaahhhhhh!"

Ben watched her come for a few seconds, his eyes hot with excitement, and then he bellowed, "Take my come, baby, aaaggghhhhh!"

Chrissy expected that to be the end of it, and she was preparing to climb out her window and run down to the beach, where she was supposed to be. But the moaning and panting ended, and she heard Marlene's husky voice.

"Do it to me one more time, darling," the actress begged. "I'm soooo horny."

That did it. Chrissy was tired of being left out of the fun. With a determined look on her face, she climbed out the window-but she didn't head for the beach.

If Marlene wasn't on the set, Chrissy reasoned, then Gene Jepson wouldn't be there, either. Gene was the male lead in the series, playing the cocky detective hired by Marlene the rich bitch. In the show Marlene was always trying to trick him into marrying her or at least going to bed with her. But in real life they didn't turn each other on, which was a big joke on the set.

Maybe they were both too gorgeous, Chrissy thought. Gene Jepson sure was a hunk. In his late thirties, superbly built, he was mobbed by hordes of screaming female fans whenever he went out in public. Maybe that was why he valued his privacy so much. When arrangements were being made to film the series on this island, Gene had demanded a trailer all to himself, set off at a distance from the others.

That was where Chrissy headed. She'd made up her mind to lose her virginity, and she decided to go first class. What girl in America wouldn't willingly offer her cherry to Gene Jepson? It was every female teenager's fantasy come true. Chrissy hurried along the jungle path and finally reached the little clearing where Gene had his trailer. The actor was sunning himself on a mat in front of the trailer, and when he heard Chrissy approaching, he looked up and flashed her his famous sexy grin.

"Hi, Uncle Gene," Chrissy chirped.

"Hi, brat," he said, "what brings you here?"

"Oh, I'm just bored," Chrissy said, joining him on the mat. "I wanted somebody to hang out with."

This wasn't going to be easy, she realized. Gene was an old family friend, a pal of her dad's, and he thought of her as a little girl.

Long ago she'd gotten used to calling him Uncle. She knew she looked inviting in her tiny red bikini, but Gene didn't even glance at her body. Maybe as far as he was concerned, she didn't have one. But her mind was made up. She was going to lose her cherry today, and she wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Want a Coke, brat?" Gene asked.

"No, thanks, Uncle Gene," Chrissy said. "I want to talk to you about something serious."

"Oh, yeah?" Gene said, sitting up. "Tell me about it, honey."

Chrissy suppressed a lusty sigh as she looked him over. Tan, muscular, a man who took excellent care of his body, he had modishly long brown hair and a thick mustache and melting brown eyes. Every now and then when she played with herself, she fantasized that Gene was making love to her. She felt her pussy getting hot and swollen as she imagined taking his stiff cock the way Marlene had taken daddy's rigid boner.

"Gene," she said, "I want you to teach me all about sex." Gene's mouth dropped open, and he almost spilled the beer he was sipping. "You say what?" he demanded.

"Daddy won't tell me anything," Chrissy complained, "and he sends me to those dumb schOOls where they don't even talk about sex. I want you to tell me about it. What's fucking all about?"

Gene snorted with laughter. "Little girl," he. said, "go play. You're way too young to be concerning yourself with things like that."

Chrissy flushed with anger. "Oh, no, I'm not," she said defiantly. "I'm not a little kid any more, Gene, and I'll prove it to you."

She jumped to her feet and started to strip. Gene gawked at her as if he couldn't believe what was happening. Off came her bikini top. She pitched it into the bushes. Gene's eyes focused on her firm high-riding tits. They were the size of ripe oranges and capped with stiff red nipples. They were perfectly round, and they hardly even quivered with her movements. While he stared at her tits, Chrissy untied her bikini panties and let them fall. She stepped away from them stark naked.

"See, Uncle Gene," she said, "I'm not a little kid any more. Little kids don't look like this."

Gene opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He was staring helplessly at her teenage bush, a dainty little puff of golden fur that hardly covered her pouting mound. Chrissy noticed that the crotch of his swimming suit was swelling. Even if he wouldn't admit it, she was having an effect on him. She'd made her point. This wasn't the body of a little girl.

Gene finally found his voice, but it was strangely hoarse. "Chrissy," he said, "get dressed this instant."

"No," she pouted, "not till you tell me about sex. I'm serious, Uncle

Gene. For instance, what's the name of all this stuff?"

She flopped down on the mat beside him, on her back, and she opened her legs wide, showing him her virgin slit and its fine, almost invisible fringe of golden curls. Gene swanowed hard as he studied her teenage gash. Chrissy grabbed his hand and placed his fingertip on her clit, that magical little butten she rubbed when she masturbated.