Jerry Milner - Daddy_s little girls

When Lynette went home, Betty and Mark were already there. They were on the couch in front of the TV, holding hands and sitting close together looking with smug satisfaction at, Lynette. Lynette was dying to tell Betty what had happened to her that afternoon, but of course it was no time to do so when tattle-tale Mark was there. Instead Lynette started dinner, looking forward to telling Betty later, when they were alone in her bed. Lynette might also demonstrate some of the things she'd learned from the next door neighbor.

Betty insisted that Lynette serve them dinner on the couch, where she fed Mark his meal bite by bite while he sat there with the same smug grin on his face. Betty kept kissing and hugging him all through dinner and continued to do so while Lynette cleared the dishes away. Mark kept trying to put his hand inside Betty's blouse or up under her skirt, and Betty kept giggling and pushing it away, and then whispering into his ear. It wasn't even nine o'clock when they got up from the couch and said they were going to bed, once again warning Lynette that if she said anything at all about what had gone on at the house, they'd get her in a great deal of trouble. And it was Mark's bed they went to, and Lynette was again left alone.

She put on her pajamas and sat down to watch television. She was feeling very good. It didn't bother her a bit to pass by the door of Mark's bedroom and hear her brother and cousin giggling away. Promptly at ten o'clock she turned out the lights and went to bed, but before she had fallen asleep, she heard a tapping at her window. Olive Cook was out there, smiling and motioning her to raise the window.

"Hi," she said, leaning her arms and her big, heavy tits on Lynette's windowsill. "I was sort of expecting you by for another visit."

"I didn't want to bother you."

"You'd never be a bother to me. Mind if I come in? I wanted to tell you it's all arranged for Betty's coming out party tomorrow, if you can get rid of your brother."

Lynette helped Olive in through her window. The brunette was wearing the thinnest, sheerest, altogether sexiest black lace negligee Lynette had ever seen. She sat down on Lynette's flouncy pink bed and told her about her plans, holding Lynette's hand as she did and eliciting many soft giggles from the red-haired teenager.

"It sounds like a super plan!" said Lynette. "And it's just the right thing for Betty."

"You sure do look pretty in those green pajamas, Lynette. Me they made out of silk?" Olive asked, feeling the material from Lynette's knee to her groin.

"That's an awfully nice negligee you've got on," Lynette responded. "Real sexy."

"Your skin looks best on you," Olive said, an she began opening the buttons of Lynette's pajama top. "I sure would like to play with your tits before you go to sleep, honey. Do you mind?"

Olive shivered and moved closer to Lynette, and began sucking on her tits. The woman's hands were very hot on the girl's tender flesh as she felt the contours of Lynette's waist and eased her pajama bottoms down over her hips. She moved up to fondle the times she was kissing. Lynette was quickly becoming excited, but in her inexperience, she was afraid to make a move. She felt her cunt getting wet and her ass getting itchy and her tits swelling up in Olive's mouth, while, the warm, slithery tongue of her newest and dearest friend swirled and lashed at her pebble-hard nipples.

When Olive at last sat up, she looked more aroused than Lynette felt. She was panting and her eyes were glinting as she said, "Lift up your hips, pretty baby, and let your lover get these pajamas off?"

Lynette did as she was told. Olive's hands were all a tremble as she stripped the girl. Olive flipped on Lynette's bedside lamp and had the gir stand before her, as she sat on the bed and ran her hands over Lynette's slim body, gazing up at her adoringly.

"You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. If I had any sense, I'd keep you all to myself."

"But you promised," said Lynette. "Your plans for tomorrow, and then getting your boyfriend to fuck me."

"I know. I know. And I'll keep my promise, unless you let me out of it. Unless I can prove you don't need any other kind of fucking but the kind you cap get from me."

"Tongue-fucking? That's great. But I think I'll always like cock-fucking better."

Olive grinned and pulled Lynette down on the bed beside her. "Those aren't the only ways to fuck. I know another way that you'll like even better. I'd show it to you, except it's so bad."

"Bad?"

Olive nodded her head. She hugged Lynette and kissed her mouth and tits and said, "It's so bad I ought to be spanked for even telling you about it. But it's so good you'll forget all about wanting a cock in your cunt when I've done it to you."

"Then you'll do it?" said Lynette. "Now?"

"Sure. If you'll spank me first."

"Spank you? Me? Spank you? What for?"

Olive fidgeted about, still caressing Lynette's naked body. "A nice spanking gets me in the right kind of mood. Especially when it's done by a pretty thing like you. You don't have to do it if you don't want to. But if you do… look out, cause then you'll get a fucking that will make you forget all about big old cocks."

Lynette just laughed. "Oh, that's silly. How could I forget about something I think about all the time? But if you want a spanking, I'll give it to you."

Olive shivered hotly and stood up. She slipped the straps of her lacy black negligee down and let it fall, and the moment Lynette saw her big, naked tits she forgot about spankings and fuckings and everything, till she'd liberally kissed and sucked Olive's tits. Olive was hard-pressed to stop Lynette's kisses. But when she did, she had Lynette sit well back on the bed. Then she lay stomach-down across the girl's thighs.

"Gee, you have a nice bottom, Olive," said Lynette, as she felt her naked asscheeks. They were so very round and soft, so beautifully shaped, reminding Lynette very much of Olive's tits. Olive's ass was almost blubbery in its softness, but each time Lynette took her hands from her ass, they bounced back to their perfectly spherical shape. They were big, and they were so very sof and nice that Lynette could quite easily part them widely with the fingers of her hand.

In the very bottom of the deep groove between Olive's tanned asscheeks was her asshole, a deeply puckered orifice, delicately tinged with brown. Olive moaned and writhed on Lynette's lap as the girl touched her asshole. "That's the first place I ever got fucked," said Lynette, and she pushed her finger inside.

"Ahh! Oh, my God! Oh, you angel!" Olive gasped, twisting and turning on Lynette's naked thighs and clutching hard at the bedspread.

"Do you like to be fucked in the asshole?" said Lynette, worming her finger in and out of Olive's tight asshole, pleased at the way she was making Olive excited.

"Ur-r-rgh! Ah-h-hgh! Jesus… Christ!" Olive muttered, writhing still harder on Lynette's lap.

"I like it best right here," Lynette told her, and taking her finger out from Olive's asshole, she inserted it and one other in Olive's very wet cunt.

"Ur-rgh! Ur-rgh! Ur-rgh!" Lynette could feel each of Olive's very rhythmic moanings as well as hear them, for each time Olive moaned her belly got hard as a rock against Lynette's thigh. Lynette giggled softly and kept working her fingers around in Olive's fever-hot cunt, and then massaging her.

"Still want me to spank you?" she asked.

"Uh! Oh-h-h! Yes!"

If she wanted a spanking, Lynette was willing to help her out. Olive's asscheeks quivered and shook under the forceful blows of Lynette's open hand. Olive was all but tearing up the bedspread with her fingernails and toenails and teeth, apparently in great pain, but still raising her lovely ass up for more of Lynette's hard spankings. Lynette kept it up till her hand was sore and Olive was up on her hands and elbows, whimpering and moaning and rubbing hard at her big, hairy cunt.