Ray Todd - Willing family

She realized that his plunging prick was propelling her toward a climax. Sherry squealed hysterically from the glorious, almost unbearably wild sensations that were enveloping her adolescent flesh.

"Oh, shit! I'm gonna explode!" she shrieked as the roaring waves of unbelievable ecstasy flooded through her lurching body. "Harder, honey! Fuck me harder!"

Suddenly, and without warning, Sherry felt Troy's hot cum gushing up into her passion-crazed fuckhole. This was the first time the girl had ever felt jizz squirting into her cunt. Throwing her head back, she ground her hungry cunt up tighter around the base of his spurting cock to make sure she was receiving the full load.

"Oh, Christ, I'm coming!" she squealed when the exciting feel of his cum splattering against her cuntwalls triggered her first cock induced orgasm. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Holding the boy lightly in her arms, the trembling blonde clung to him until the last drop of jizz had dribbled out of his shrinking prick.

Standing in the hall, David was shaking like a leaf as he listened to his beautiful niece climaxing. When it was all over, the man returned to his room and gave his wife the wildest fuck she'd ever had.

While Sherry was enjoying herself with Troy, her father was staying downtown at a hotel. He was busy attending several business meetings. One of his associates was a Mr. George Barlow, a man in his middle fifties from Santa Barbara who'd brought his young wife on the trip with him. She was an exceptionally attractive redhead in her early twenties with a sensational figure.

Late one afternoon when they'd been attending a business meeting in the conference room at Fred's hotel, George Barlow and his wife invited him to join them in the lounge for cocktails. Having nothing else to do, Fred quickly accepted the invitation. He found both George and his wife, Cindy, very congenial and witty. Fred thoroughly enjoyed himself as the three of them sipped their drinks.

They'd been sitting there for almost two hours and were getting quite mellow when George was paged to the phone. "Damnit!" he said to his wife when he returned to the table. "That was Tom Bradley and I have to take those papers over to his place tonight."

"Oh, shit," sighed Cindy. "Why couldn't that old fart wait until tomorrow?"

"You know how he is," her husband said. "He expects everyone to jump at his command."

"I know," she replied. "But I was enjoying myself."

"You don't have to leave yet," he said to his wife. "I'm sure Fred will see you back to our hotel."

"Would you?" She turned to the man. "It would be a pleasure," Fred said, thinking how much he was enjoying the lovely girl's company.

When George had gone, Cindy moved around and sat next to Fred.

"Ready for another drink?" he asked her. "I sure am." The lovely redhead beamed. Three cocktails later, they were filled with warmth and laughter. Sitting next to Cindy as they gaily chatted, Fred was conscious of the pressure of her thigh against his leg under the table, but dismissed it as purely accidental.

A moment later when the pretty girl was sipping her drink, she spilled it all over the front of her dress. Jumping to her feet, she tried wiping it off with a napkin, but she was thoroughly drenched.

"Oh, damn!" she exclaimed. "What the hell will I do now?"

"Try this," he suggested, handing her a dry handkerchief.

"That won't help," she sighed. "Could you take me up to your room where I could try and dry it?"

When they got up to his room, Fred pointed to the bathroom and then sat down on a couch to wait for Cindy to do something about her soaked dress. Though half-smashed and feeling quite mellow, Fred was shocked when the beautiful girl removed her dress right in front of him.

"I hope you don't mind," Cindy said, folding the garment over the back of a chair. "But I'm sure you've seen a woman before."

She stood in front of him in her bra and slip. Fred couldn't get over the flatness of her smooth bare belly.

"I'd better dry my bra, too," she said, unfastening the strap and dropping the bra onto the chair. "It's as wet as my dress."

Seeing the shocked expression on his face, the cute young redhead gave him a naughty wink and sensually cupped her big bare tits in her hands.

"You can't expect a girl to wear a wet bra, can you?" she asked.

As stunned and embarrassed as Fred was, he could feel his cock starting to throb when she suggestively grasped her nipples between two fingers, squeezing the pink flesh until her nipples stood out stiff and erect.

"We might as well get friendly," she whispered. "It's going to take a couple of hours for my clothes to dry."

Fred had thought she had a magnificent set of tits when he'd seen them thrusting out against the front of her dress, but he hadn't known how really fantastic they were until now. They were full, but deliciously firm, her nipples thick and hard, thrusting erotically up from the tip of her big cone-shaped tits.

"Like 'em?" she whispered, releasing her tits with a slow teasing smile, her eyes smoldering with lust under half-closed eyelids.

"They're beautiful," he gasped.

"I'm glad you approve," she said coyly.

"Because I've got something else I think you'll like even better."

Moving her hands down over her smooth belly, she slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of her slip and rolled it down over her hips. The dazzling beauty wasn't wearing panties or hose, and when the garment slithered down around her ankles, she was standing completely naked.

Fred could hardly believe the sight of her bare body. Even as shocked as he was, the man was awed by her beautifully tapered legs. The sweet furry vee between her creamy thighs was covered with a shimmering growth of soft, flame-colored hair. The girls pink cuntlips were open and wet. Fred could see her swollen clit at the top of her juicy slit.

Sitting on the sofa, the man just stared at her as she daintily sat down in the middle of the deep-piled carpet. He couldn't take his eyes away from her puffy slit that was so deliciously revealed between her brazenly parted thighs. Droplets of slippery pussy juice were glistening on the coral-tinted flesh of her parted cuntlips. The wispy red pussy hairs that curled around her cunt reflected the moistness that was seeping from the petal-like lips of her sweet young slit.

"Do you like my pussy?" she whispered up to him as she slowly undulated her soft ass around on the deep carpet.

"What?"

"Do you like my pussy?" she repeated, drawing her knees up as she spread her thighs further apart.

"Y-yes," he stammered. "It's very nice."

"I like to have men play with it," she whispered in a teasing voice. "It feels so good."

"Would you let me play with it?" he asked excitedly, spit drooling from the corner of his gaping mouth.

"If you promise not to tell my husband I was here," she answered.

"I promise."

Getting up, Cindy walked over and plopped her soft naked body down in his lap.

"Play with me," she whispered, snuggling into his arms.

The fresh smell of her long clean hair drifted to his nostrils as she lay her cheek against his face. Putting one arm around her, he squeezed and kneaded her firm young tit while he probed into the hot juiciness of her dripping cunt with the other hand.

"Oooh, God, that feels good," she whispered excitedly as his fingers toyed with her swollen clit.

Squirming her hot, naked ass around on his lap, she could feel his big hard cock throbbing through his pants.

"Fred," she suddenly said, wriggling out of his arms. "Will you take your clothes off so I can play with your prick?"

When he stood up and removed his shirt, Cindy was shocked by the thick mat of hair that covered his chest and belly.