Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

They knew he always told the truth, never bull-shitted and never offered advice unless he was asked point-blank.

The biggest problem his pals encountered was getting their rocks off too soon. There were a number of workable solutions to this common problem, Don explained. While he himself didn't have any difficulty holding back his hot load, he occasionally experimented to see how long he could last with an especially mad, juicy little pussy, and he'd come up with a number of tricks.

At this moment, though, the young stud was beginning to run into the same problem, because his little sister was thrashing and wriggling her luscious cunt in a frenzy on his pumping rod, screaming that she was unable to stop coming and demanding his cum now, now, now!

Don ignored her, concentrating on his own sensations of pleasure as shudders of excitement rippled along the length of his burning prick. Just like a chick, he thought dryly – whenever they wanted something, they wanted it now, now, now! – whether it was a hard dick, a box of popcorn, a pizza, a diamond ring or a new dress. She was his little sister, and she was the hottest, most torridly exciting piece of ass he'd ever had, but he'd be damned if he'd let anyone tell him when to get his own rocks off!

The solutions to premature ejaculation that Don came up with for his buddies were very intriguing. When you thought you were going to shoot off any second, he suggested, one effective trick was to purposely concentrate on the worst, ugliest piece of pussy you'd ever had. That usually distracted you to the point where you temporarily forgot your sexy hot partner so you could fuck mechanically, like a machine for a few minutes.

If that didn't work, due to lack of imagination or an especially wild cunt sucking madly at your dick, then you got your girl to seize the base of your cock, just where it joined at your crotch, in a fierce grip between her thumb and forefinger, where she could squeeze mercilessly. That always worked, since it cut off circulation temporarily and desensitized your prick.

And if for some reason she couldn't or wouldn't do that, then you had the option of telling the spiteful bitch off and coming on the spot, or sticking your hard-on up her ass and ejaculating there – always a delightful surprise for them, one that was certain to make them remember you at Christmas when you might get a box of arsenic in the mail if they had tight assholes and were fussy about it. Or, finally, if you were still hanging in, clutching your own cock at the base and applying the grip to desensitize it.

Should all of the above fail, Don told his buddies, then you should have jerked off in the first place with a copy of Playboy. But if for some bizarre reason you really liked the chick, all was not lost if you came prematurely while she was still hotter than a firecracker.

You could quickly ram two fingers up her slit and finger-fuck her until she had her shattering orgasm. This wasn't nearly as crude as it sounded, nor was it a loss of masculine face, Don would explain patiently as he hoisted a fresh beer to his mouth.

When a girl got hot enough she couldn't care less if you got her rocks off with a cucumber, as long as you finished what you started. It was Don's firm conviction that guys who worked girls up to a lustful fever and then selfishly came in a minute or two, ignoring her after that, should be strapped to a wagon wheel and ruthlessly horse-whipped.

The point was, it didn't really matter what you did to your girl as long as you gave her a hot time, meaning her rightful orgasm. It was totally irrelevant whether you got her pussy to explode by eating her, finger-fucking her, ramming a banana up there or tickling it with a feather, or bringing along a buddy to help you out, or even a dog in heat.

If you didn't really give a damn about the chick and couldn't care less whether you got into her again or not, then the fastest way to get rid of her was to dip it in, dump your load, and whip it out.

But if you gave her what she really needed to sleep like a baby that night, then she'd kiss your ass to get it again and again. Which was one reason why married pussy was so easy to get, because a lot of husbands were rabbits who wouldn't take five minutes extra to finger-fuck their madly frustrated wives once they shot off.

Although he was only twenty-two, it was this philosophy which enabled the young stud to keep a steady stable of three or four girls on the string, juggling them around as desired.

But for all his advice, Don was now having an ordeal trying to control his own nerve-jarring excitement as his little sister wailed and squirmed and whipped her fiercely hot pussy in a frenzy on his stroking cock. She was at a peak of continuous coming, honey dripping out of her frantic cunt, her naked ass bouncing madly in his hands.

"Shoot it in me!" she sobbed, slamming back on his thick rod in a fever of passion. "Unnngh! Now, honey, lemme have it! Hurry! Want it, need it, love it!"

Rivulets of sweat poured down his husky chest as Don pumped forcefully, more than half his long dick piercing her incredibly tight cunt. Don could feel her boiling loins sucking at his jism like a voracious whirlpool of molten greed.

And no amount of his own cunning advice could keep the young stud from spurting his load in hot bursts, wild jolts of excitement rippling through his meat as Cindy's pussy sucked in spasms of raw bliss.

As soon as the thick stream started spattering in her silken walls, the girl sank her teeth into the pillow beneath her to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. It was the first fuck of her life and because it was her own handsome, massively hung brother who'd taken her cherry, who'd also taken the trouble to prime her by eating her madly thrilled cunt, Cindy was hysterical with excitement.

Gradually, after she'd milked his limp rod dry with her clasping cunt, Don slipped it out with a deep sigh. He climbed onto the bed beside her, catching his breath.

The greatest piece of ass he'd ever had, and now he could ram it to her every night – if Cindy's wild cries and mad moans didn't wake up the whole house.

He'd have to be cool about it. Now as his little sister wrapped her arms around him and burrowed her silky, sweating tits into his chest, he noted the same adoring gleam in her eyes that his other conquests lavished on him, the same worshiping light that was really directed at his huge cock and relentless staying power.

And why not? She was still coming softly as she ground her soaked cunt to his bush, still trembling and twitching with her last fiery orgasm. You just plowed them until they couldn't stop climaxing, ignoring their greedy cries for your hot load, and afterward, when their pussies purred and glowed with the wildest happiness of their lives, all you had to do was snap your fingers and they'd drop to all fours and wag their tails like devoted puppies.

The first session was the key to it all. You went out of your way a little to prolong their pleasure and every time you fucked them after that, they hoped and prayed it was going to be the same.

"You were right, honey," Cindy panted in his ear now, clutching his cock possessively, "it only hurt for a minute – then, wow! Oooooh, let's do it again, big brother!"

He ran his fingertip along the crack of her silky hot ass and smiled down at her. That juicy little slot was next in line. Normally, it irritated Don to have grateful young pussy gushing all over him afterward, but hell, this was Cindy, his hot, luscious, fantastically ripe little sister, and he wasn't about to get tired of this one.

For a while, anyway.

He took a cigarette break, thinking as he smoked, letting Cindy coo and gurgle over his prick like a baby with a new toy. His real problem was that he was getting too much pussy. He was spoiled and he knew it. How in the hell would he ever settle down and get married when he was used to an endless chain of eager young cunt? The only solution was to keep up the chain, but get it all on the side once he was settled down.