Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

Her ripe hot tits were sweating profusely now, and Cindy was hugging his prick tightly between them. She may have been too innocent to know what tit-fucking was, but she was doing it like an expert, rubbing lustfully, squeezing their silken heat tightly against his pounding rod, moving her swollen mounds back and forth obscenely on his meat while she listened intently.

"Who gave it to you?" she asked curiously.

"Sally Owens," he grinned. "You know her, sexy little blonde, mother screws everything in pants while Sally eats everything that moves."

"I know her," Cindy nodded, her pussy throbbing furiously now to soak the mattress beneath her. She was tremendously aroused as she listened to her brother's sex-talk, but she was wallowing in hot anticipation now, prolonging the suspense as she dreamily tit-fucked his huge cock. "I like Sally, too," she added. "Maybe she's a tramp but at least she's honest about it, not like the other stuck-up bitches at school. What about the oldest woman you've ever screwed, Don? Who was she?"

He was sweating now, his rod brick-hard with impatience. Christ, what beautiful tits Cindy had! Naked, she was so sexy and silky and ripely curved he was tempted to shoot off between her gorgeous mounds. Save it for her cherry, he told himself. And her luscious ass, the most sensuous, provocative ass he'd ever seen, and he'd seen more than his fair share of naked butts.

"She was forty-one," Don said, recalling the statuesque town librarian. "Miss Perkins, the librarian."

Cindy gasped. "That old bag!"

"Old bag, my ass," Don grinned. "When she lets her hair down, takes off those Goddamn binoculars she calls glasses and strips naked, she's all woman, believe me, Sis. And her pussy is as hot and tight as any young chick's. And what she knows about sex would blow your mind. She got it all from books, I think," he added thoughtfully. "She reads a lot. She asked me to help her with her files one night after the library closed. Two solid hours of sucking and fucking… mmmm!"

Cindy was extremely hot now, and eager tiny tremors rippled through her tight cunt in anticipation. Still she worked her feverish tits lewdly on his quivering rod, teasing herself just a little bit longer, secretly thrilled and turned on by her handsome brother's sex prowess.

"And the youngest?" she whispered.

"Tina Hawkins, last year. I busted her cherry for her and she went crazy with excitement. Cute little ass, too."

"Did you fuck her there?" Cindy asked, fascinated.

"What do you think, Sis?" he laughed.

"Will you fuck me there, Don? Every wild inch of your cock up there, please?" she pleaded wantonly. She knew the answer when she saw his gleaming eyes, and rushed on to her final question.

"What's your favorite position?" whispered Cindy.

"Now that I'll show you, Sis, but if you keep rubbing your fabulous tits on my cock I'm gonna get my rocks off all over them in about ten seconds!"

Quickly, the horny virgin released his massive cock from her tingling breasts. Not that she didn't want her brother's boiling cream spurting all over her tits – the idea generated a wild excitement in her blood. But it was her fiercely throbbing pussy that craved it first.

Don showed her the position, dog-style, and his little sister moved down toward the edge of the bed, hunched over on her elbows and knees with her silky ass jutting out, already weaving eagerly.

Don got off the bed with his long rod bristling. He stood behind the edge of the bed, his prick aimed at her tiny pink pussy, which glistened and pulsated beneath her naked cheeks, a luscious rosebud framed by delicately curly cunt-hairs.

He gripped her trembling ass in one hand and held it firm. Then he placed the giant knob of his dick against her hotly throbbing cuntlips, and slowly, carefully, he eased his knob inside…

"Oooooh, Don," moaned Cindy, trembling from head to toe with excitement, "that's big! Unnmmm, but good, honey, oh so hot and goood, aaaah! Ouch! Easy! Ooooo! Aaaargh! Eeee! H-hurts, honey!"

"Only for a minute, baby," gasped her brother. He held both her satiny asscheeks tightly in his hands now, working his enormous prick in by degrees, sucking in his breath at her delicious, burning tightness. Sweet loving pussy! His little sister had a live wild animal there, shuddering and squirming and boiling on his gently pumping cock, coming awake like a volcano beginning to fire up.

He swung his hips to a slow, powerful rhythm, preferring this position so he could play with her plump ass and admire its sexy curves. He could also watch her slippery cunt swallow up his dick, which was now covered with her cherry-blood. Standing with legs spread wide behind her kneeling body, Don began pistoning faster and slightly harder, hot thrills racing through his cock and balls from her fiery, sucking slit.

"Hey, Sis, that's – mmmmf! – hot loving cunt, honey! Aaaaah, baby, wanna do it all night! Aaaah, so tight!"

Then, magically, the pain was gone in Cindy's steaming crack, and ripples of pleasure were spreading outward, to the tips of her swollen nipples and the soles of her tingling feet as her brother's brick-hard rod gorged her pussy. Each time he lunged forward, his meat created a delicious friction against her cunt-walls that made her pant and tremble feverishly.

Deep, wild moans came from Cindy's throat now as she started to climax in molten waves of lust. She swung back to meet his huge prick, grinding her naked ass lewdly to his bushy crotch with each thrust, clawing at the mattress beneath her to vent her rising passion.

"Oh, Don, darling, honey, big brother, oooo! Your big hot prick, so beautiful! Unnngh! Gonna come, brother! You too! Hurry, shoot it in me, oh God, HURRY!"

As tempted as he was to release his control and spurt his load deep inside her juicy cunt, Don deliberately held back. Shit, girls didn't flip over him for his looks and his huge dick alone. He stayed with them so they could come in mad gushes of bliss, fucked them until they either begged for mercy or fainted with excitement or went into savage spasms of lust, unable to stop climaxing.

Which was happening to his screaming little sister now as she streamed pussy-juice over the length of his bloody prick, swinging her ass to a furious tempo, still unable to get his long cock into the hilt but battering herself brutally as she tried.

Don concentrated on fucking her to a steady, powerful rhythm, ignoring her sobs and cries for his jism. Any jerk could come in two minutes flat. Experience had taught him it wasn't necessarily the size of your dick that really counted – but it sure helped! – or even how you used it, it was how long you could keep the thing rock-hard and working like a piledriver, so your girl could get her rocks off again and again and again, until she was hysterical with happiness.

And that was why they followed him around like puppy-dogs afterward and wrote him gushing love-notes and wrote obscene praise about him in the girl's bathroom at school and at various hangouts around town. When it came down to the nitty-gritty of sex, good looks in a man didn't mean jack-shit, he was fond of telling his buddies who envied him. Neither did the size of your whopper, at least not too much.

Stamina was the secret, raw staying power, because most girls were left high and dry, on the verge of a tremendous orgasm just when their rabbity partners selfishly shot their loads. It took time for a girl to really work herself up to a feverish pitch of lust – most of the time, anyway – so you had to plow them to a steady, savage rhythm without coming prematurely.

Because Don was popular with his buddies, a good pool hustler, a rough-and-tough drinking brawler who could hold his own in bars and in fights, and had a notorious reputation as the town stud, his pals frequently came to him for advice. Sometimes he would hold a sort of sex-seminar in his favorite bar while his buddies listened in earnest.