Nick Eastwood - Balling Hot Daughter

"What's this called?" she demanded.

"That's your clit, honey," Gene said hoarsely.

"How come it feels so good when I touch myself there?" Chrissy wanted to know.

"I really don't know, Chrissy," Gene said, "that's just the way girls are made. Do you touch yourself there a lot?"

"I sure do," Chrissy said, without a trace of shyness. "That's how I get off. Will you get me off, Uncle Gene, please? I'm so horny, I can hardly think."

Gene Jepson stared at her in an agony of lust. Up till a few minutes ago, he'd really thought of her as just a little kid, the cute little blonde daughter of his friend Ben O'Brien. Now suddenly she was naked and coming on to him, and he saw her as a sexy teenager, a provocative female he really wanted to fuck. His cock swelled into hardness, lewdly tenting the crotch of his swim suit. He hoped the innocent girl didn't notice.

He had a problem on his hands, all right. There'd be hell to pay if he was caught with the producer's naked daughter, but on the other hand

Chrissy had made it clear that she wasn't going to get dressed and leave till he'd done what she wanted. And what she wanted was for him to satisfy her lust. Gene decided maybe he'd just better do it and get rid of her, So he could think straight.

"All right, brat, I'll get you off," he said, "but just this one time."

"Oh, goody," Chrissy squealed.

She lay there with her knees bent and her thighs wide open, showing him what had to be a virgin pussy. Gene knew that Ben guarded her like a hawk and never had let her date. Her cunt had to be fantastically tight. He ached to ease his throbbing prick in there. But his conscience wouldn't let him fuck this innocent girl, the daughter of his friend. He placed his fingertip on her clit and began to rub.

"0oooooo," Chrissy squealed.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Mmmmmm, yeah. that feels great," she gurgled.

She closed her eyes and shut out every distraction as Gene expertly masturbated her. He used his fingertip to circle her ultrasensitive joy button, zipping around and around, and making her cream like crazy. She felt a steady rush of hot pleasure, and she gurgled with delight. Her hunch had been correct-it was a lot more exciting to have a guy masturbating her than to do it herself. In no time at all she was squirming with excitement, molten cream overflowing her cunt and gushing down the crack of her ass.

"0ooooo, shit. that's good," she gasped.

"Think you can come that way?" Gene asked.

"I sure can." she panted. "I'm almost there. Just do it a little faster, Uncle Gene."

Gene sincerely wished she wouldn't call him Uncle when he was getting her off. It reminded him that she was jail bait, the virgin daughter of his pal. He had no business at all putting his hand between her legs.

And he sure as hell had no business even thinking about fucking her.

But that was all he could think about-how exquisitely tight her untried box would feel around his lust-engorged prick.

So he'd damned well better satisfy her and get her away from him, before he lost his self-control. Gene had had his share of groupies and young female admirers, but he hadn't yet had a young virgin begging him to deflower her. It was almost more than a mere human being could resist. He grasped her throbbing clit between his thumb and forefinger and began kneading the fleshy nub, expertly bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

"0hhhhhh. shit, I love it." Chrissy gurgled" Just a little more, Uncle

Gene, I'm gonna come."

"I sure as hell hope So," Gene groaned.

As he kneaded her clit fast and firmly between his fingers, he ogled her superb little tits and feathery blonde bush. He'd never seen a more desirable female. And if she went around trying to give away her cherry, she wasn't going to keep it for long. Maybe he ought to warn

Ben to keep a cloSe watch on her this summer. But hoW would he explain where he got his information? It was a dilemma, all right. He kneaded her clit faster, hoping she'd Come fast.

"0oooooo, 0oooooo," Chrissy squealed, clawing the mat and arching her body.

She could have come at any second, but she was greedily prolonging the excitement. She shoved her wildly pulsating joy button even harder against Gene's kneading fingers, getting more delicious friction. Her features twisted into a horny grimace as she hovered right at the edge of orgasm. She wished the wonderful sensations would never end, but finally she couldn't hold back her climax a second longer. She began to convulse, jerking her juice-slick joy button out of Gene's fingers as she writhed around on the mat.

"Unnnnhhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" she yelled.

Gene watched the thick juice spurting from her tiny virgin cunt mouth and almost came in his swimming trunks. He wanted her urgently, but he'd been like a father to her for so long.

He tried to ignore the horny ache in his balls as Chrissy bucked and writhed and moaned. He could have had her-she was dying to learn about sex. But he couldn't do that to her, or to Ben.

"Okay, young lady," he said as she finally came down from her climax,

"that oughta hold you for awhile."

"Oh, I'm not finished yet, Uncle Gene," she said. "I wanta play with your cock."

She made a grab for his swimming trunks, taking him by surprise, and before he could stop her she'd pulled them down to his knees. His hugely engorged cock snapped free of its prison and wagged lewdly before him. Chrissy let out a squeal of delight and made a grab for it, curling her fingers around the hot taut flesh. Gene stared at her, frozen for the moment, unable to speak or move.

"Oh, fantastic," Chrissy chirped, "it's so big."

She really was excited to be touching and exploring a cock at last. It seemed so huge, yet it was pleasant to touch, all smooth and hard and hot. She began running her fist up and down it, like she'd seen Tara and Marlene do to their men, and to her delight thick bubbles of cream started to ooze from Gene's piss hole.

"Oh, look at that," she squealed.

Gene finally recovered from his astonishment at having his cock grabbed. "Chrissy, honey,,, he said hoarsely,, 'you better run along now. Things have gone far enough. Too far, in fact."

"Oh, what are you talking about, Uncle Gene?" Chrissy said impatiently.

"I'm just learning a few things. There's nothing wrong with that."

Gene wanted to explain that her sex education was driving him crazy with horniness, but somehow he seemed to have lost the ability to express himself. About all he could do at this point was snort and grunt-. Her little fist was firm and hot around his swollen prick, and he was really getting off on her eager pumping. His balls felt about ready to explode with their steaming load. It would be so pleasant just to let the kid jack him off.

"Honey," he sighed, "if you keep doing that, I'm gonna come."

"Really?" Chrissy said eagerly. "Oh, wow, I'd really like to see that."

She pumped faster, harder.

Gene groaned. He'd said the wrong thing. He'd meant to discourage her from playing with his cock, but he'd only made her more eager. He'd have to try again. But it wasn't easy. He could hardly think straight, he was so horny. Chrissy's hot little fist was jerking up and down his engorged cock with lightning speed as she tried to make him come.

"C-Chrissy," he stammered, "you've gotta stop. This just isn't right."

"Oh, don't be silly, Uncle Gene," she said, "there's nothing wrong with making each other feel good."

She wished he'd stop protesting. His stiff cock made it obvious that he was having a good time, so what was he protesting for? She wondered if she'd ever understand grownups. They were always telling you not to do things they did themselves. She ignored Gene's protests and went right on pumping his big hard cock, dying to see the purple head gush jism.