Jack Grant - Making Daddy

She was panting for breath, and she moved slowly now, touching tree trunks to guide her to the next yard. The screened summerhouse of the rendezvous was backed almost to the wall of trees on this side, and she would be able to hide out of sight while she listened and watched. The moonlight would bathe the small enclosure from the clearing on the opposite side, making the patio a stage for her viewing.

Dry leaves and pine needles cracked under her bare feet, and Robin felt a moment of panic for fear the couple in the patio would hear her. Her heart was pounding so loud it seemed impossible that it couldn't be a drumbeat in the night. But she could see the whitish screens now…

She paused and listened.

There were no voices, no noises at all. Robin caught her lip between her teeth and peered at the summerhouse. A tiny point of light glowed in the shadows at the far side. A cigarette.

Her father was alone, sitting on a large lounge chair, smoking. He sat hunched over as though in pain and every few seconds he stared off in the direction of Francie's house. She hadn't gotten there yet. Robin smiled and settled against a tree to wait.

Her father stubbed out the cigarette and got to his feet. Just then the soft sound of someone running on the grass could be heard. Robin saw the pale flutter of Francie's robe as the girl darted toward the summerhouse.

Stan Hawley had the screen door open and grabbed the girl in his arms.

"My god! I thought you weren't coming!"

"Aaaaahhhh-" Her words were cut off as Stan jerked her hard against his body and crushed her mouth in a kiss.

His tongue lashed against her lips, forcing them open. He could feel the girl's unfettered tits under the thin robe, feel the hard pips of the nipples against his chest burning at his flesh through the sports shirt he wore. He pressed his crotch to hers, and his cock began to grow hard on contact.

"Christ…" He groaned the word as he let her extricate herself from his embrace.

"I told you I'd be here…" Francie sounded excited.

"Take off the robe." He was already skimming his shirt over his head.

He tossed it behind him and unfastened his slacks. He had wanted to wait for her to be naked but didn't dare take the chance. Now he wasn't wasting any time peeling down to his skin.

The girl untied the belt at her waist, and the robe fluttered down her arms. She stood very straight and waited for the man to pull his pants from his legs. When he straightened, he said, "Oh, my god!"

Several yards away, Robin stared. Francie's naked body gleamed like marble in the moonlight. Robin could see the high, full mounds of her breasts and the dark circles of the patches at the tips. The girl's slim waist and gently flaring hips were a frame for the dark patch of pubic hair at her crotch.

Stan stared at the lovely sight before him. She was as full, lush and ripe as he'd known she would be. The skimpy bikini had hinted at the lovely tits that hung beneath it, and now they were uncovered for his eyes. And his hands. He grabbed for her. "Christ, baby…" His hands mauled at the mounds, crushing and mashing the firm, youthful flesh.

She had no sag at all, just the hard, jutting prominence of youth. He could feel the heat of her body radiate to his palms. He felt the hard pips of her nipples begin to push at his hands, force themselves out of the rosy dark beds of uneven skin and pop forth like blooming flowers.

He dragged her to the lounge chair and almost threw her onto it. He was on top of her at once, his hungry mouth searching for the tit and capturing it like a ripe cherry.

The girl moaned and breathed through her mouth. "Ohhhhh-mmm." His mouth was working at her breast, his tongue lapping her flesh and driving her wild. His hands were all over her, probing, digging.

Between her legs, at her cunt. God, he was turning her on fast. His hard, angular body was hot on hers, their skin torrid and sweating. She knew that she wanted him. She wanted him bad. She'd been flirting with him all summer whenever she could get away with it, and now he was here … She moved her legs apart and let his hand dive into the warm haven of moist hair. She was already dribbling cunt juice from her excited belly. His hand found it, and he sucked hard on the tit, as his lust grew. He plunged his hand into her, pushing aside the wet folds of erotic flesh, rubbing hard over her clitoris and sending shivers through her whole body. Now his fingers were deep in her pussy, digging into the pulpy walls of flesh and driving her crazy. Francie groped for the man's cock.

He let go of her tit then and brought his face up to hers. His fingers never missed a beat of the hot tempo he had going in her vagina. His voice was ragged. "You're not a virgin…"

"No-"

"Who…"

When she didn't answer right away, he hand-fucked her faster and harder as he repeated the question: "Who's had you, baby? How many guys?

Kids?" His voice rasped and his breath was a strangled sound deep in his throat.

Francie realized then that he wasn't asking out of curiosity. It excited him to have her talk about others… She smiled and told him.

"Boys… at school…"

"No men?" His hand pounded in her cunt.

"Aaaaahhh-no… only you… you're the… first… please…"

"Soon, baby, soon… Grab my cock. Yeah… oh, god, yessss, that's the way…"

She had him now and she pushed her hand back and forth on the huge, throbbing sex organ. He was big, bigger than any of the boys she knew-oh, god, she wanted it in her…

"How old were you when you lost your cherry?" His lips were nibbling at her neck, her shoulder, his face pressing into the warm fragrance of her hair…

"Twelve…"

"Do you know how to suck cock?" He sounded as if he would explode. His belly was a hard knot of passion now, and her hot little hand was sending him out of his bird. Christ, she was going to be good fucking!

"I…"

"Go ahead; put it in your mouth. You'll like it, baby…" He moved with her and got them into the sixty-nine position.

In the darkness of the trees, Robin listened and watched. Somehow she knew exactly what they were talking about, knew exactly what they were doing. Some deep female instinct told her what her previous knowledge did not include. She felt her chest tighten as though a rope were tied around it. She had to lean forward slightly to ease the hard pain in her belly. Something was happening inside her, something strange and exciting. It was almost as if she were being touched on her private parts, excited along with Francie. She leaned against the tree and slowly sank down along it until she was squatting on the ground. Then she pressed her fist to her mouth to be sure she didn't make any sounds out loud. She turned her complete attention to the couple in the summerhouse.

Francie wrapped her lips around the huge swollen shaft of flesh and began to suck it. It was hot and hard in her mouth, filling it and stabbing into her throat. He moved, forcing the big tool back and forth as though he were fucking her this way. She was shaking, hungry for him and full of hot desire. Her belly was on fire. He pushed her leg up and put his face to her crotch. She almost screamed when the hot spear of his tongue moved across her cunt, searching out her clitoris and lapping at it violently. No one had ever done that to her before, and she liked it-she liked it very much. It did crazy things to her, things that made her forget everything but the hunger of her body for this man. He was far more talented than any of the kids who had taken Francie up 'til now. She knew she was going to enjoy this night.

His darting tongue stabbed between the hot swollen folds of her labia, parting them and lapping at the juice she was already pouring out for him. It excited him, and he guzzled it greedily. That excited her.