Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

Sally smoked a little grass and made a stiff drink for herself from her mother's ample supply of stolen liquor, which the bartenders provided for her in return for her wild pussy. Normally, Sally only drank a few beers, but this was a very special occasion, a first for her.

And as the horny girl waited, smoking and drinking like a nonchalant adult, she felt the smoldering of a fierce new excitement in her blood. She'd made it with so many boys and men, she didn't have the vaguest idea how a pussy would taste, or what it would be like to suck on a pair of luscious tits like Cindy's, or what it would feel like to finger-fuck another girl.

If it were anyone but Cindy Jenkins, Sally would have had her doubts. After all, she didn't want her reputation stained by dark hints of pussy-eating. But once Cindy knocked on her front door and Sally let the girl into her house, watching Cindy's lush curves bounce and sway beneath her snug summer dress, Sally's doubts faded like mist in the morning sun.

In fact, gazing at Jenkins' daughter now, it was Sally who was hotter than a smoking pistol, her lips tingling, her fingers itching, her own slippery cunt throbbing and oozing honey. Jesus, Cindy was a knockout! Taller, more exquisitely curved and far classier than Sally, she generated the wildest excitement in the younger girl, the most powerful erotic urges Sally had ever felt.

Sally offered her a drink and Cindy accepted a glass of wine. Like two girls playing grownups they faced each other in the shabby living room. Sally made no apologies for the seediness of her house. As ravishing as she was, Cindy Jenkins was still only a middle-class broad, so what did she expect, the penthouse of the Ritz-Waldorf?

"Now what's this big secret you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Cindy asked, her face serious.

With typical no-nonsense directness, Sally patted the sofa-seat beside her. "Come on over here, Cindy. I'll whisper it to you," Sally grinned with lewd, wet lips.

Puzzled, Cindy settled beside the younger girl on the sofa. Sally wore a light dress too, but she was naked beneath and her fat little nipples jutted out with lush, sexy effect. Sally hadn't made a single calculation or plan about her assault on Jenkins' daughter. As usual, she would improvise, do what she felt the situation called for, and now, as Cindy sat beside her, Sally had a powerful hunch about what would turn the other girl on.

"It's about your brother," Sally murmured, putting her arm around Cindy's shoulder and leaning close so that her plump hot tits brushed Cindy's bare arm. "And about your father."

"What about them?" Cindy whispered back, spellbound by curiosity now. The wine, which she'd gulped down nervously, was making her high too.

What would turn Cindy Jenkins on, Sally decided as she gazed at that lovely, innocent face, was "dirty talk". Obscene words turned a lot of girls on, some of them feverishly, but you had to pick the right person. In this particular case, Cindy Jenkins, while probably expressing outward horror, would love it and get wildly, deliciously excited.

And not just any dirty-talk, but vulgar gossip about her own brother and father. Because Sally, with her wide experience and street cunning, knew that Cindy was not what she seemed to be on the surface at all. That scrubbed, wholesome beauty would fool a lot of people, but beneath that small town front, Cindy was a ripe, passionate animal just like herself. Afraid to show it, sure, but it was there all right. Sally could smell her hot passion, her buried lust, the way a dog could sniff out a bone.

And caressing Cindy's arm softly now, working her fingers over to her juicy tits straining at her dress, Sally began to tell Jenkins' daughter in the most vulgar terms what it was like to have sex with both her brother and her father.

She described in vivid detail the feel of her brother's huge, pounding rod in her mouth, ramming lustfully away in her pussy, then gorging her thrilled asshole. At first, Cindy stiffened with shock, as Sally expected, but then beads of sweat dotted Cindy's face and her luscious tits began heaving wildly and, very gently, she began squirming her ass on the sofa as Sally described her anal rape.

The younger girl had no way of knowing that Cindy had experienced the very same sensations the night before, and that it helped her cause considerably. In fact, what was really happening was that Cindy was reliving her own depraved orgy with her brother, the hot memory making her blood sing and her skin tingle and her cunt throb. All of this was enhanced by Sally's choice of obscene words, and by the fact that one of her hands had moved down to Cindy's velvety bare thigh, stroking and creeping upward beneath her hem to her burning pussy. Cindy pretended not to notice…

Now Sally's husky voice moved on to Cindy's father as she recited the torrid encounter she'd had with him the night before in his theater office. This time, Cindy was stunned – as well as jealous and tremendously excited.

She knew that her father probably screwed around on her mother, but not with little nymphos like Sally Owens! But as Cindy listened in awe to Sally's vivid, obscene description of her father naked, how his cum tasted and felt in her pussy and asshole, how Sally had purposely called him Daddy, and his lustful response with his massive prick quivering madly, Cindy knew it had to be true.

And before Sally was halfway finished with her whispered tale, Cindy's panties were soaked through with her excitement. Sally had called him Daddy and he'd nearly shot off on the spot! So he had the same idea in mind that had been tormenting Cindy for months now!

Sitting side by side on the sofa with Sally's fingers now rubbing Cindy's burning crotch, her other hand gently squeezing and loving Cindy's ripe tits, the older girl began moaning softly and spreading her thighs with fierce excitement.

God, how she'd love to have seen her rugged father fucking Sally! She was hotly aware now that Sally was playing with her steaming pussy, and she secretly prayed the girl would finger-fuck her, would relieve her maddening sex-tension. Cindy shut her eyes tightly, her tits heaving wildly, and spread her legs wide, slumping further down on the sofa. With her skin flushed almost crimson and her cunt gushing and throbbing eagerly, Cindy was deliriously aroused, so primed her cunt felt like a hair-trigger.

Quickly, Sally slid a finger inside the moist crotch of Cindy's panties, found her juicy slit and began pumping gently. Instantly the older girl was gasping and shuddering, locking her thighs tightly on Sally's hand. Her breath was a loud rasp in the living room as Sally finger-fucked her to a steady lewd rhythm, both girls caught up in a fierce, depraved excitement.

It was the first sexual contact either of them had had with another girl. And at their tender ages, it was deliciously naughty and tremendously exciting, so much so for Cindy she was already hunching her boiling cunt on Sally's jerking finger, having a furious climax just to relieve the nerve-screaming tension in her loins.

Whether Sally would have been successful with her blunt assault if Cindy hadn't lost her cherry to her brother the night before, if her feverish young sex-glands weren't humming away like a blast furnace ever since their torrid session, Sally would never know.

Or care.

Because right now all she wanted to do was suck on Cindy's beautiful heaving tits and lewdly lick and kiss every inch of her satiny skin before digging her mouth down between those sleek tanned thighs.

But Sally continued finger-fucking Cindy for another two minutes, slipping her hand inside the other girl's dress to squeeze a burning tit and pinch the nipple while Cindy moaned and gasped and trembled furiously, still coming over Sally's stroking finger.

Sally didn't want a case of instant remorse or doubt on her hands. She wanted to be absolutely sure Cindy wouldn't back out once she stopped finger-fucking her, because she wanted to drag the luscious schoolgirl into her bedroom where they could strip and really get down to the raw wanton action.