Jerry Milner - Daddy_s little girls

Mrs. Cook swayed closer and said, "We better go inside. Somebody might come along and see you, with your pretty tit all naked like that, and try to take you away from me."

Lynette followed Mrs. Cook's rhythmically swinging hips as if in a hypnotic trance. Each of the woman's deeply tanned buttocks was fully exposed to the girl's view, for the waistband of her bikini was nothing more than a string, and the string that connected that to the triangle over her cunt was completely hidden from view, deep in the crack of her ass.

The back door slammed behind them. The house was cool and quiet, but Lynette was all hot and excited as she followed Mrs. Cook into the kitchen. Mrs. Cook stopped and turned around abruptly, and Lynette collided, with her. Before she could even think to move away, Mrs. Cook had her hand around Lynette's waist and was cupping and fondling her naked tit with her other hand.

"You don't want to fight the weather and neither do I," Mrs. Cook warmly murmured, her lips almost touching Lynette's. "You want to get hot, not cool," she said, with her wet legs up against Lynette's, and her very warm hand making Lynette's naked tit feel hot and hard and big.

"Yes-s-s, nice tits," said the woman, looking down at the tit in her hand, then peeling down Lynette's top to bare the other tit. Lynette stood there trembling and swaying. "Do you mind if I play with them, darling? Does a teen like you object to things like this? I bet you'd love to have them sucked. Well? Would you?"

Lynette couldn't answer. She couldn't speak and could hardly breathe as Mrs. Cook's smooth, warm hand roved sexily over her titties and made her feel it clear down in her cunt.

Mrs. Cook was breathing heavily too as she said, "What's the matter, angel? Cat's got your pretty tongue? Can't you even tell me if you'd like to feel my mouth all over these gorgeous titties you've got? You haven't said a word since you came in here. Let's see your tongue, pretty girl. Show your friend Olive that you've still got one."

Lynette's pink tongue-tip came trembling out, and all at once Olive was kissing her. Like Olive's hand still caressing her tits, Lynette could almost feel Olive's tongue down in her cunt. Olive's skin felt very smooth and soft as Lynette clutched at her. Lynette could feel herself twitching and jerking all over, but she couldn't stop.

As they kissed, Olive pulled Lynette's hand upward to her own big tit, warm and soft and so huge that Lynette's hand couldn't begin to encompass it. A sort of yearning mounted up inside Lynette, a terrible compulsion, and she wrenched her mouth away from Olive's and started kissing the woman's big tits.

"An eager one! Not afraid of anything. I like that," Olive said in a puffing voice, as she untied her string top.

Lynette didn't quite know what she was doing, but she knew she didn't want to stop. Both of her hands and her sucking mouth couldn't begin to cover one of Olive Cook's tits. Still she tried to contain Olive's tit, licking and sucking its big, brown, blunt-pointed end, while her fingers and palms massaged her velvety warm, soft tit. She was sucking and slurping quite noisily as the saliva flowed fast in her hungry mouth.

"Kiss-kiss. Suck-suck," said Olive, holding Lynette firmly as she sucked on her tit. "You have a beautiful mouth. Just made for sucking. And I've got another big, fat tit that wants to be sucked, on and kissed."

Lynette dove for Olive's other tit, sucking in the whole distended nipple. But she didn't get nearly enough of her tit before Olive drew back and popped her tit right out of her mouth. She pulle up the sex-starving girl, kissed her, and said, "Come into my parlor, and I'll give you all you want."

Lynette followed her next door neighbor deeper into her house, watching Olive's two tanned buttocks squirming together with each step. Once again Lynette bumped into her when she stopped, and now Olive's hands raised gooseflesh all over Lynette's body as she fondled her sides. "So you want to learn about sex, do you?" Olive asked. "I'm just the one who can teach you. But before we begin, take off that girl bathing suit and show me what you've got."

Still quaking and trembling all over, looking at Olive through widened eyes, Lynette pushed down her bathing suit bottoms while the brunette woman stood smiling at her. Though Lynette knew it wasn't much she was showing, Olive smiled and nodded at what she saw.

"Your top, too. Show me your pretty tits," Olive said. Lynette, blushing hotly, unsnapped her top and cast it aside.

The girl longed for the touch of the woman. With her heart pounding, she yearned to be held in Olive's arms again, for this she knew would banish her rising doubts and fears. But Olive just walked slowly around her, her heavy tits bobbing, sampling her flesh with her hands, poking and petting and pinching here and there and makin poor Lynette want to jump out of her skin.

And then Olive walked away from her. She left her to tremble alone while she strolled to her couch and sat down, where, she leaned forward over her tightly clasped knees to further embarrass Lynette with her staring. "Turn around," Olive said. Lynette turned while the woman devoured her naked body through heavy-lidded eyes.

Olive's lacquer-tipped fingers were moving up and down her thighs, and now she began to squeeze and caress the big tits Lynette had so shamefully sucked on. Feeling herself, further arousing herself, Olive slowly shook her head and made Lynette almost burst with pride by saying, "God damn, you're a beautiful girl. No wonder my boyfriend wants to fuck you so bad he can taste it. Come here, Red. Come here and let me have a taste of your cunt."

Lynette moved slowly toward the couch. Olive helped her the last few timid steps, putting her hands on her firm, slender flanks, and when Lynette's knees were touching Olive's, the woman leaned forward and placed a warm, smacking kiss on her cunt.

"Oh, Olive!" exclaimed Lynette, for the singe kiss was entirely electrifying.

"Found your tongue, have you? I never lost mine," Olive said, extending her tongue out of he mouth a surprisingly long distance. Holding Lynette by the hips, she ran the tip of her tongue in quick patterns through Lynette's sparse, red pubic hair.

"Oh, yes! Please kiss my cunt! Please suck my cunt! I've had it done to me before and I love it!" Lynette blurted.

Olive kissed her there again and said, "Oh? And who was the lucky boy or girl who got to this pretty cunt before me?"

"M-My brother kissed me there. We made him do it to both of us. My cousin Betty and me."

Olive laughed, and said, "Mark? You deserve something better than that. A fine cunt like yours deserves some really expert licking and sucking." She leaned forward once again.

Her extraordinarily long tongue came slithering out, making Lynette gasp quite loudly as it entered the top of her slit. She gasped even louder when Olive's tongue wriggled and burrowed and found her clitoris. And then she was writhing, out of control, hanging onto Olive's black-haired head and saying, "Oh! This is just what I've been dreaming about! It feels better than anything else in the world! Oh, Mrs. Cook! Oh, Olive, your tongue feels even better than a cock!"

Olive drew back and licked her lips, smiled up at Lynette and said, "You'll think differently whe you've felt a real, man-sized cock in your cunt. Has your brother fucked you, too?"

"Yes! But Betty made me let him do it."

"And was he the only one?"

"N-No. Russ. Just after I saw him… fuck you!"

"You're a good, honest girl, and you'll get your reward for that."

Olive moved her hands up over Lynette's long, narrow waist to her tits, and there she closed a thumb and forefinger over each of her nipples, shocking the girl with pleasure and drawing her down to her knees. They began to kiss once again. Olive rolled Lynette's nipples between her fingers until the girl could stand it no more. She dropped down to lick and suck at the woman's big tits once again.