Ray Todd - Daughter was best

Panting from exertion and passion, Carl dug his fingers into the goosey warmth of her softly yielding asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. Then pulling back until his bloated knob was just inside her tight cunt-channel, he once more drove forward, driving the thickness of his steel hard dick deep into her quivering belly.

"Ooooooh, God!" whimpered the cock filled girl as delicious rapture burned through her loins. "Oh, God, oh, God… oooooooooh, sweet God!"

She was really getting it now, getting this sweet hard cock she'd been yearning for since she saw him fucking her step-mother. Nancy could tell how much the man was enjoying her young body, and she knew that from now on she could have his wonderful prick anytime she wanted it. Thinking about all the wild fucking she would enjoy in the days ahead, she began wildly rotating her tight oozing cunt back around the base of his deeply embedded prick.

Drawing his lust-thickened cock almost all the way out, he once more slammed it home with all his power. Drawing back, he slammed his prick back in with ferocious force. He was close to climaxing, and he knew she was, too. Her hands digging into the hay, she was sobbing and mewling, her big over-sized tits dancing crazily below her lurching torso. As Carl fucked and twisted into her, his hand kneading the soft flesh of her sweet young asscheeks, she was squeezing her hot, passion-slickened cunt-flesh tighter around his thick drilling prick-shaft.

Almost out of her mind with the all-consuming passions flooding through her teen-age body, she was thrusting crazily back against the heaving pelvis of the man. It was as if a string of firecrackers was going off in her loins, the wildly spiraling sensations signaling the approach of a massive orgasm – an orgasm that would consume her whole body and mind with rapture and bliss. This was going to be the kind of climax she'd always dreamed of having, and it was only a few breathless moments away.

The wild anticipation of it caused the girl to slam her sweet ass back, matching his plunges with her own perfectly timed thrusts.

"Oh, Carl, honey," she sobbed. "I'm gonna come, baby… gonna come… gonna come."

With her girl-like cries ringing in his ears, Carl could no longer hold back. Without even realizing what was happening as he drilled and rooted into her with a maniacal force, a hot stream of white-hot cum gushed out of his cock-head. Clutching tightly to her quivering asscheeks, his hard throbbing prick continued pouring the thick hot juices into her, filling her cunt to overflowing with his slippery jism.

Feeling the wonderful sensation of his hot spurting cum splattering all over her cunt-walls, Nancy exploded into a wild screaming orgasm that she wouldn't soon forget. With his big strong body humping over her like a wild animal, the joy of her climax seemed to increase.

"That's it, Carl, honey," she screamed, falling flat onto the soft hay. "Fill me honey! Keep squirtin'! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Because of the long hours they spent at the store, Fran and Tom rarely went any place other than the county fair that came once a year. Shortly after arriving at the fairgrounds, Fran decided to take a look at the livestock while Tom entered a horseshoe tournament.

"Well, if it isn't Fran Andrews," grinned a young man as he stepped up behind her. "It's been a long time since I've seen you around."

"It's Fran Warner now," she reminded him with a smile.

"That's right," he grinned. "How's old man Warner doin'? I was bettin' that you'd fuck him to death by now."

"Don't talk so naughty," she giggled. "Tom's a fine man and he can fuck as well as any of you young studs."

Fred Logan was one of the locals that had spent a great deal of time balling Fran before she married old Tom Warner.

"D'ya ever miss all the fuckin' we used to do?" he grinned.

"Sometimes," smiled Fran. "But you guys got your wives to fuck, now."

"Funny," he mused. "Me and Dave were just talkin' about you the other day. It don't seem right for you not to be around to suck us off."

"Then you should have married me," she teased. "How is Dave?"

"Just fine," he grinned. "Here he comes now."

Fred and Dave Logan were two brothers who operated the Western Mercantile store for their father who'd suffered a stroke and wasn't able to carry on without their help.

"Hey, Dave!" he called out. "Come over here and see who I just found!"

"Hi," grinned Dave, walking up to them. "Long time, no see."

"Hello, stud," giggled Fran, pleased at the attention she was getting from the men. "How've you been?"

"Okay, I guess," he winked. "But we sure miss that cute pussy of yours."

"My husband hasn't," she taunted. "He gets all he wants."

"About twice a years is probably all he needs," Fred laughed.

"Don't kid yourself," smiled Fran. "He keeps me very well satisfied."

"Ever miss us?" asked Dave.

"Sure, you big lugs," she giggled. "We had a lot of good rolls in the sheets together."

"I've got a special on sausage today," grinned Fred, flipping open his fly and whipping, out his hard cock. "Every beautiful woman can have a free taste."

"I've already tasted it," smiled Fran watching creamy pre-cum oozing out from the tip of his cock-head. "Or don't you remember?"

Fran thoroughly remembered how strong and rich his thick prick had tasted, and staring at its wet nakedness again, hot cunt-juices started dripping out from between her legs. She was staring with depraved excitement as she watched him lewdly skimming his thick foreskin up and down his cock.

"Come on, Fran," urged Dave, goosing his fingers between the cheeks of her ass as he stood next to her. "Give us a nice hot blow-job for old time's sake."

"Where can we go?" she panted, hungrily staring at Fred's big drooling cock-head.

"Over in that shed," said Dave. "You go in first with Fred. Then when you finish him off, I'll come in."

"Okay," she giggled, licking her lips as she stared at Fred's juicy prick.

Following Fred into the shed, she quickly removed her clothes while he disrobed.

"God, Fran," he panted, sitting down on the edge of an old cot. "It's been a long time since you did this to me."

"I know," she giggled. "And it'll be a longer time before I do it again, so relax and enjoy yourself."

Kneeling on the floor between his outstretched legs, she grasped the base of his cock between two fingers and her thumb.

"Oh, Fran," he groaned in anticipation. "It's been so fuckin' long."

Not bothering to say anything, her pink wet tongue cased out and lightly brushed the sensitive head of his cock, his arousal immediately manifested by the frantic twitching of his thick prick-shaft. The wild aroma of his prick sent shivers of delight through her entire body. Closing her eyes in rapture, she wetly circled his big purple-knob with hot wet kisses.

The excited man was writhing all over the cot, unable to believe that Fran was once more licking his prick as she'd done in the past. His own wife had tried to lick him off, but she'd always gagged and quit, not having the love for cock-sucking that Fran possessed.

She stroked the base of his shaft with her fingers and thumb. His swollen dick waggled a bit as she lashed its sensitive cock-head with her tantalizing tongue. The strong musky odor of his cock, that she remembered so well, was filling her nostrils, driving her to higher plateaus of lust. It seemed like only yesterday when she'd sucked this man off almost every night of the week – and it filled her with joy to see how much he was still enjoying it.

When she'd thoroughly lathered his shaft with her tongue, she spread her soft slippery lips open and took his big rubbery knob deep into her mouth, letting the hot thickness of it soak in her warm saliva as she sucked.