Jerry Milner - Daddy_s little girls

"You've had enough now?" Lynette said.

"Ur-rgh! Ah-h-h! Oh-h-h!"

Lynette slipped out from under her and went to the closet, where she got a section of the fishing pole her father had given her for Christmas. It was nice and limber and about a foot and a half long. As Lynette laid it smartly across Olive's lovely soft asscheeks, they seemed to do an enchanting dance.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"Eek! Oh! Yes! I love you! I love it!" screamed Olive.

"Keep quiet or Betty and Mark will hear." Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"Mmf! Nng! Mrnf! Mmf! Mmf!"

"That's better."

Olive's ass was all red and raw. And her finger must have been sore, too, for several times Lynette's fishing rod had cracked against them while Olive was up on her elbows and knees, madly rubbing at her cunt and her asshole. But Olive showed no signs of team at all when Lynette tossed aside the fishing rod and jumped onto the bed beside her. If anything, the very brisk spanking had increased her ardor for Lynette, for she dragged the girl down beside her and covered her giggling face with kisses, saying, "Good God, what a beautiful spanking! Now you're going to get a fucking you'll never forget! It'll change your life." Olive grabbed a pillow, which she placed under Lynette's ass.

"M-m-m-m. Mm-m-m-m. Beautiful!" Olive said through her kisses, at the sight of Lynette's red-fringed cunt sticking up into the air. Olive's glowing, hot ass remained high in the air as she kissed Lynette's cunt in a fever of passion. She twitched and jerked and moaned as Lynette pinched and patted her ass.

"This is nice," said Lynette, lying back and stretching languorously under Olive's sucking kisses. "It's real nice. But I thought you were going to fuck me."

Olive stopped kissing Lynette's cunt and said, "You bet your sweet ass I am! Spread your legs and hold still… for now."

Lynette's long, slim legs were spread wide open, and Olive kneeled between them, rapidly rubbing her black-thatched cunt as she did so. Olive's hair was in disarray and there was a wild look in her eyes, but she was still a lovely sight to behold as she moved cunt forward, her big tits swinging toward the eager, smiling girl.

"Now hold your cuntlips wide open. Like this." Olive showed Lynette how, parting her thick, crimson cuntlips widely with her finger and thumb, fully exposing her outlandishly big clitoris.

Lynette followed suit, spreading out her tight, pink cuntlips and fully revealing the sweet, tiny nubbin of her pretty clitoris. "I still wish mine was as big as yours."

"It's big enough. Hold still."

Lynette was able to hold still, but Olive was not. She was in such a state of agitation that her hips were twitching and shaking as she carefully lowered her pelvis down on top of Lynette's, looking avidly down as their cunts came together like widely parted mouths.

"Ah-h-h," Olive sighed, as their clits made perfect contact, made more perfect still by the circular movements of Olive's hips. "There! Isn't that the greatest?"

"Feels nice!"

"Let's fuck!" Olive said, and she began to mov her body.

Olive's fine body was arched back like a bow to make better cunt-to-cunt contact. Her position gave Lynette ample opportunity to play with her lovely, big tits. This, plus the clitoral contact, already had Olive in a lovely state of constant orgasmic pleasure, a state which Lynette was quite willing to share with her.

"Oh, Olive! It does feel nice! And getting better all the time!"

"Nng! Nggg! Ahh!"

Their cunts were squelching together wetly, very hot and very open. Olive's clitoris was rubbing wetly and directly against Lynette's while Olive continued to cum and cum.

"I'm on fire! My cunt's on fire!" said the gasping, sweating Olive, fucking the supine girl with ragged vigor.

"Your clit feels as big as a finger!"

"Ur-r-r-r-rgh! Oh, R-r-r-r-rgh!" Olive's orgasms became too intense for her, and she suddenly toppled off Lynette's thrusting body. Rolled up in a ball on the bed, she continued to cum by herself as she clutched at her cunt with both hands. Lynette spread her knees and squatted down over Olive's contorting face, taking full advantage of Olive's raging passion as she rubbed her cunt against Olive's hot mouth. Finally, Olive collapsed in exhaustion.

"That was just super," said Lynette, when her passions were sated and Olive was lying on her bed in a smiling daze. "I like cunt-fucking a lot, but I'd still rather have a cock in my cunt. You better go now, Olive. I want to get plenty of sleep so I'll be ready for Betty's party tomorrow."

Lynette had to help Olive out the window, and the naked brunette walked unsteadily home.

In the morning, Lynette served breakfast in bed to Mark and Betty. It was all very elegantly done, with the breakfast laid out on a tray, and Lynette clad in the black negligee Olive had left behind the night before. Mark was wearing his smug grin and nothing else. Blonde Betty looked very pretty lying half under the covers, with her nice, round tits showing over them. She hardly glanced at the breakfast tray, instead looking at Lynette in the slinky but loose-fitting black lace, and saying, "Where in the heck did you get that?"

Lynette smiled. "It's a secret. I might tell you later." She did a pirouette, showing Betty the overall sheerness of the garment and its revealingly low back. "A friend of mine has lots more things like this."

"She does?" said Betty.

"It looks like it'd be awful cold in the winter," said Mark.

Betty jabbed him with her elbow. "Oh, what do you know about anything besides fucking?"

"Have fun. See you later," said Lynette, and she left the room in a swirl of lace.

Inside of ten minutes Betty was in Lynette's mom, demanding to know where the negligee came from and asking if she could try it on. Lynette had already taken it off and hidden it in her closet, and no threats her cousin could make would make her reveal where it was. She only laughed at the threats and said, "I'd show you that and lots more this afternoon, if Mark wasn't around to pester us. My friend's got lots of sexy underthings."

"It's Olive Cook, isn't it? Isn't it Olive from next door?"

"Get rid of my brother this afternoon and you'll see."

"Who wants to go see that nasty old woman?" asked Betty.

That afternoon Betty had an argument with Mark, and he went riding off on his bicycle to the Boy's Club. There was a fine, pink tinge to Betty's fair cheeks as she looked expectantly at her cousin. They were both dressed in shorts and tank tops when Lynette got Olive's negligee out of her closet and led her cousin to Olive's back door.

"I knew it! I just knew it was her!" Betty said as they knocked. She was wringing her hands together and looking almost fearfully at the door. "Remember what she said about wanting to put her head between our legs? We're sure not going to let her do that. Are we, Lynette? Are we?"

"We're just going visiting. Don't worry."

Betty clutched Lynette's arm when Olive opened the back door. The brunette woman looked stunning. Her jet black hair waved in a wild jumble of curls all about her grinning and well made-up face. She wore high-heeled black shoes and glossy, black nylon hose. Her panties and bra were black satin, tight and brief, with the leg holes of her panties rising almost to their waistband and the top of her bra so low that her brown aureoles peeped out. Her hip-length black peignoir, made of sheer lace, slipped down from one shoulder as she gestured the teenaged girls inside her house with the beer can she held in her manicured hand. Lynette winked at Olive. Betty's bare feet faltered as she went inside.

Olive chatted away about the hot weather as she opened the refrigerator door and handed each of the girls a can of beer. Betty sipped it without once taking her eyes from the huge tits and broadly bulging cunt of the lady in black lace and satin. Lynette left her beer untouched as Olive led them into her living room.