Jerry Milner: Daddy_s little girls

"Nice, baby. Real nice," Olive purred, and taking her tit from his mouth, she smiled and fed him the other one. While he sucked, she played with the nipple that was already wet from his kisses, keeping her nipple stiff with her plucking fingers.

Lynette thought it was all quite disgusting, though she'd played with her titties herself. A girl couldn't help but do that, just to see if they were getting bigger. But Olive's tits were just as big as they'd ever get, and still she was playing with them. She was a bad woman, a wicked woman, not just for playing with her tits like that, but also for making Russ suck on them like they were filled with chocolate milk. And for making Betty play around with her tits like she was doing. And for making Lynette's titties itch so they almost hurt. "Let's go!" Lynette whispered to Betty. Betty quickly shook her head, and Lynette bit her lip and looked back through the window.

"Honey, you're getting me hot," Olive said to the teen. "You're making me glad I asked you in here." She reached down between her leg and ran her hand through her wide-open pussy.

She rubbed herself steadily. The two peeping girls could see her fingers each time they appeared from between her legs. Olive was breathing muc faster as she rubbed her pussy. "God damn! Feels good. I got me a real tit-hound, and that's for sure. Suck that tit, baby! Have all you want of it. Suck 'em nice and I'll give you a taste of cunt." She covered his eyes and his nose with her cunt-scented hand. Russ quickly turned his head away.

"What's the matter? Don't you like the smell of hot cunt?" Olive asked, still rubbing his face, rubbing her wide-open pussy with her other hand.

Russ twisted his head this way and that, moving it more weakly all the time. She switched hands, and his face went slack. She kissed him and squeezed her naked tits against his bare chest. She took off his shin and said, "Not a singe whisker, not a single hair on your chest. Have you got any hair in your pants yet? Open your fly, pretty baby, and show me what kind of a cock you've been hiding."

Betty turned to Lynette and whispered, "We're going to see his cock!"

Olive opened his fly and his shorts while he sat in a daze. The girls were in a daze, too. They were craning forward, holding each other's hand very tightly. Out sprang Russ' cock, very big and stiff. Lynette gasped and hid her face in her cousin's blonde hair. Betty was straining to see still more of it, while Olive, with the best view of all, grinne down at the stiff, white prick and said, "Not bad at all. Your cock's not as big as my boyfriend's, but it sure looks like it's hard enough."

She reached down and touched his prick. Russ suddenly exclaimed, "Mrs. Cook! Oh! Oh, no! OH! OH! OH, MRS. COOK!"

Betty gaped and Lynette held her breath as the white stuff came leaping out of Russ' cock. Even Olive seemed surprised by its sudden spurtings. She sat on his lap looking down as Russ' cock jerked and spewed, sending a long, white stream of his jism up her belly and onto her tits. Again and again his cock spurted, while Russ moaned. He tried to hold his cock still, but she grabbed his wrists. It went on spurting, squirting its ropy jets of white while Russ moaned in apparent misery. By the time its hot spurtings had slowed into droolings, his jism was all over Olive's big tits and belly and on the front panel, of her black panties.

"You fuckin' teens with your hair trigger!" she said. She kissed him again, with her tits all over his chest.

Russ looked exhausted. It seemed as if Betty would be disappointed in her wishes to see people fucking. Lynette just wanted to go home and have a good cry. But Olive wasn't giving up on Russ. She knew very well there was a lot more jism where that dame from.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Your t-tits," Russ apologized.

"They're still here," Olive said, guiding his hands back to her tits.

As embarrassed as he was, Russ was quickly engrossed with her tits again. Her tits were so big and so soft, and so wonderfully heavy in his hands. And they were all his to play with and look at while Olive squirmed on his lap and stoked his arms.

"My boyfriend likes my tits, too," Olive said. "He likes to play with 'em. Likes to kiss 'em an suck on 'em. It gets him all hot and bothered. And me, too. Do you want to suck on 'em, honey? Do you want to suck on my big tits?"

Betty squeezed Lynette's hand, and the two cousins looked at each other. Betty whispered, "She sure does have big ones!"

Russ was sucking on Olive's big tits once again. Now that he'd had a taste of them, he was really going at it. He was slobbering open-mouthed kisses all over, and rolling them all around with his hands. Olive was helping him, feeding him more, and she was squirming very hotly on his lap and panting. "Yeah, baby! Eat 'em up! You don't need skinny tits like the ones next door when you've got big tits like mine to suck on. Suck-suck! Kiss-kiss! Baby, yes! Forget about that tight assed redhead and her dumb country cousin and suck on my big, hot tits."

Just then Betty felt very dumb for not being able to snare a teen like Mrs. Cook had, and Lynette felt very hot from the growing tension between her damp thighs. The cousins had their arms about each other's waists, trembling and holding on tight.

"Cock getting hard again?" Olive panted. "You angel, I've got just the place for it. Keep sucking tit, honey. I'll just tuck your cock up inside the leg hole of my panties, like this, and keep it nice and warm. Would you like to fuck it up inside my cunt? Would you like to fuck me, Russ?" He nodded his head excitedly.

"Of course you would," Olive purred. She grasped his cock and pressed it harder between her hot, flat belly and her lacy black panties. "My cunt's just itching for your virgin cock. And as soon as you give my cunt a nice big kiss, you can fuck me and make me cum."

Olive drew back, and Russ slipped away from her kiss-wetted nipple. He was panting and very red-faced.

"Are you afraid of kissing my cunt? If I could reach it, I'd kiss it myself. I'll tell you a secret. I've been thinking about kissing a couple of hot cunts around here ever since my boy friend left town. And that's just what I'll be thinking about when you're kissing mine."

Betty dragged Lynette down below the windowsill and whispered, "She kisses girls' cunts!"

"How can she stand it?"

"I wish she'd kiss mine!"

"What a terrible thing to say!" whispered Lynette, as she arched forward to look once again. She quickly dropped back when she saw Olive looking at her. Did Olive know they were there? Had Olive thought about kissing Lynette's cunt? The thought of Olive's wickedly beautiful face between her legs made Lynette squirm. And it made her peep up over the windowsill again, too. Russ was still sitting on the couch. His cock was clearly visible now. The girls saw his cock from between Olive's ankles as she stood astraddle him on the couch and urged him on to kiss her cunt. She still had her panties on. She rubbed her hips and hiked up her panties, squeezing her naked asscheeks.

"Yeah, Russie, kiss my cunt! Put your mouth right up against it, and blow your hot breath through my panties. Mmmm-m-m, feels so good! And it smells and it tastes so sexy." The seat of her black panties was caught in the crack of her ass, and her fingertips were digging into her globular asscheeks.

"It makes me so hot to have my cunt kissed! Gets my cunt all wet and juicy, and ready for fucking. I'd like to have myself a cunt to kiss about now. All hot and squirmy and cute, and a nice clitty to suck on. Stick out your tongue. Hold it right there, and I'll give you a taste of real pussy!"

Both Betty and Lynette craned to see, jostling and clinging to one another. Olive pulled her panties aside and tilted her hips up to give Russ a taste of her cunt. He didn't seem to mind it. Just minutes before he'd been learning how to French, and now he was Frenching a cunt and liking it.