Jerry Milner: Daddy_s little girls

All Lynette could hear in the aftermath of all the sexy, wild action was the excited beating of her heart. She wanted to stay right there forever and relive every thrilling moment of it. But she got up quickly at the sound of the doorbell's ring and was looking back at the bed as she went to answer it.

Lynette was at the front door before she remembered she had nothing on but her tank top. Up until that moment, she'd been too dazzled and stunned by all her wild country cousin had done with her and her brother to be able to think. Now she thought it was probably just a salesman outside on the front porch, and she should just return to the bedroom and let him go away. Then again, she thought, it might be her father. Maybe he forgot his key to the door. She drew back the window curtain to peek, and saw Russ Barkham on her front porch. His hands were in his pockets, an he was grinning, looking off into space. Her fluttery stomach went all melty inside. She was still somehow angry with him for what he'd done with her next-door neighbor. But at the same time, he looked simply wonderful to her.

He rang the bell again and then started to leave. She looked down at herself, nearly naked. He had his leg thrown over his bicycle when she opened the door and leaned out around it, smiling as she showed him one naked hip and her shoulder.

"Hi, Russ," she said, in a cheery, firm tone of voice. He gazed at her bare hip, and he set the bike back on its stand.

"I came by to collect for the paper," he said, starting up onto the porch once again, looking down at her leg.

Lynette looked down, too. She showed him a more of her leg and said, "I don't have all my clothes on. And I'm not sure where Daddy left the money. If you'll wait a minute, I'll go look for it."

"Sure," he said, grinning. She left the door slightly ajar.

It was very strange to know a boy was looking at her when she was almost in the nude. It was scary. It was thrilling. And she knew very well he was looking at her, though she didn't look back at him, as she went around her living room pretending to look for the money. Her already excited cun seemed to throb all the harder. Her cuntjuices threatened to overflow. The nipples of her titties got harder, and she felt as if her near-naked body was blushing all over.

"I guess I can't…" Lynette stopped in mid-sentence, uttered a squeal, and partially covered her naked cunt when she thought the time was right to look up at him.

Maybe he had just been fucking Olive Cook, but Russ sure was looking at Lynette. The grin on his face and the light in his eyes would only have made her laugh the day before, but now they combined to give her the courage to go on and get herself fucked.

"You said you wouldn't peek," Lynette admonished.

"I never did. And I can't see very much."

"Well, stop," she said, turning sideways to show him her cute ass, then facing front again and pouting prettily as he gaped at her titties and what he could see of her cunt.

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. She was scared half to death, but she sure didn't want him to leave. She raised up one hand to shake a warning finger at him while she said, very softly, "If you try anything funny, I'll yell for my cousin Betty. She's taking a nap in my room."

"I won't try anything funny," he said, as he placed his hands on her upper arms. "I just want to take a look at you, that's all." Lynette continued to pout while her heart beat wildly. She let her hands fall to her sides.

"You've already looked, so why don't you just go back on your route now? Do you think I like you looking at me like that?"

"I've seen better. I've seen more."

Lynette shrugged. Her heart was pounding all through her body, in her chest and in her throat and in her cunt, as she twisted away from him. Her back to him, she said, "Well, why don't you go back and look there some more?"

He didn't say a word. She could hear him rustling about behind her. She could feel his hot gaze on her near-naked body. She held her breath in fear that he'd take her advice and just go. Then her breath came exploding out of her when she felt his finger swipe up through the crack of her ass. She whirled around to face him and gasped loudly once again.

He had pulled his cock out! His cock was hanging out of his pants, soft as could be, but still a lot bigger than Mark's cock when Mark's had been hard. All of a sudden, Lynette was afraid of Russ' cock. All of a sudden she wanted to turn and run. But just as suddenly, he'd swept her up against him, with his strong hand around her shoulders. And all of a sudden she had his big cock in her hand.

He was kissing her, Frenching her, and she felt it was the most romantic kiss in the world. His tongue was in her mouth. She could feel it clear down in her pussy. And his hand was squeezing her tit. She could feel tingles all over her body. But more than anything else, she could feel his big cock getting hard in her hand.

Lynette thought she would faint before the long kiss ended. By then his cock was far too big and hot to go into her cunt. But still she couldn't let go of that wonderful cock. She wished with all her heart that Betty was there by her side as she said, "Russ! What're you going to do?"

"I'm gonna have a good time. So are you. Come on. Let's go sit on the couch."

She clung to him all the way as they moved to the couch. She couldn't let go of his stiff-standing cock. He sat down on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She let go of his beautiful, frightening big cock and threw her arms around his neck, returning the kiss he was giving to her.

His hands were all over her body. She couldn't hold still as he pushed his finger up under her top to feel her naked titties. With his other hand he reached down between her legs tot diddle her wet and quivering cunt. She thought she'd go out of her mind with the mixture of wanting him and being afraid of him. To keep hold of her sanity she hugged him and kissed him as hard as she could.

He laughed and said, "You sure got nice tits."

He pulled up her tank top, put his mouth on one of her tits and sucked almost all of it into his mouth. She forgave him for saying her tits were.

"Oh, Russ! Oh, gosh! Oh, Russ, that feels so good!"

He bit her tit and made her squeal, sucked her lit again and she almost swooned. He continued to move his hands all over her. He was rough and sure, and absolutely thrilling in every way. His big, naked cock was still thrusting up out of his pants, burning hot against Lynette's naked thigh as she sat off his lap. His cock was only inches from her cunt. Time after time Lynette had to reach down and squeeze his cock in her hand to confirm his cock's gigantic size. She wanted to fuck him right now. She wanted to sit right down on his cock, feel his cock banish her fears as it entered her body. She wanted to know all there was to know about fucking once and for all.

Lynette knew just what to do. She should simply stand up, turn around and face him, then sit down astraddle his lap, just like she'd seen Olive Cook do with him. But her legs felt too weak to move.

Russ made Lynette squeal by toppling her off of his lap and onto her back on the couch. And she squealed more as he followed after her, turning his body and lying between her naked legs.

"Don't, Russ! Wait!" said Lynette, her fears becoming stronger, as much as she still desired to feel more of his big, hot cock as it touched the wet, swollen lips of her cunt.

"It's all right! Don't worry! I know just what to do!" he assured her, in a tone that sounded just as fearful as hers did.

"Oh, no!" she cried, as he suddenly plunged half of his cock into her cunt.

"It's all right! It's all right! I'm not going to hurt you!" said Russ, puffing and panting and halfway inside her.