Jerry Milner: Daddy_s little girls

Lynette used to think about how getting fucked might hurt. But all she could think about now was how marvelous it felt to have her cunt all stretched out wide, clasping a big, thick cock. It thrilled her and filled her completely, and she simply had to have more of it.

"It doesn't hurt, Russ! It feels just fine!" she said, jerking upward. His cock was suddenly completely inside her.

"Oh-h! Ah-h! Rus-s-s!" Lynette exclaimed, writhing and squirming under him, actively seeking now to feel the big knob of his cock deep inside her. She wanted to feel it everywhere, and she did. His cock's thick, hairy base was stretching the wet, clinging lips of her cunt as far as they could be stretched, and his pubis was mashing her clitoris in a delightful way. The shaft of his cock was completely filling the creamy, wet walls of her cunt, and that big bulbous knob of his cock was still rubbing deep inside her. It was by far the most thrilling thing she'd ever known in her life, and then the thrills changed to fearful yearning as she felt him pull his cock out of her cunt.

"Wait! Not yet!" said Lynette, frantically trying to follow him.

With a hard, sudden thrust he plunged his cock inside her again, nearly knocking her out with the sudden explosion of pleasure. He began to pull his cock out again, and now she didn't mind it at all, for she knew very well he'd be back inside her all the way in only a moment.

"Ah-h-h," she said, as she felt his cock back inside her.

"Yeah," he said, burrowing deeper, wriggling his hips to get deeper still.

"You really know how to fuck!" said Lynette, wriggling right back at him.

"So do you," he said. "Come on and let's fuc together."

His slow strokes turned into lightning thrusts. Although she was being heavily buffeted, her pleasure was so great that she didn't know if she could stand them. All through her cunt she could feel his cock all through her body the pleasures became so intense she thought she might pass out.

His chest on her tits and his hands on her hips were thrilling. His hot breath on her throat and his hard hips between her legs were divine. Never in her wildest imaginings had she thought she could love this so much. Nothing was ever so good compared to the feeling of hard, sliding cock in her cunt.

He was panting like he'd just run a mile. So was she. Over and over again his cock plunged deep in her cunt. Now it was her cuntjuices squelching, not Olive Cook's, that Lynette heard. It felt feverishly hot down there, partly from friction, and partly from her blood boiling hot in her veins. Still his cock slid in and out of her cunt with great ease, and still she was thrusting up at him for more of it.

"You ready? Here it comes! You ready?" he snarled at her ear.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" cried Lynette.

"Ur-r-rgh! Oh-h-h! Yeah-h-h!" Russ groaned, and his body got hard as a rock on top of Lynette's, his fingers dug painfully deep into her hips, and his cock went so deep in her cunt that it touched some new part inside her that made her clutch harder at him.

"Eek! Ye-e-ek!" Lynette was squealing and yelping. He groaned and thrust deeper, she squealed and humped upward, and together they shuddered and shivered as one. She felt her cunt fill up to overflowing with hot, slippery lava that came bubbling up out of her cuntlips to add to the slick, slippery wetness between them.

"Ohh-h-h, Russ. Ah-h-h, Russ!" said Lynette, still holding him tightly even as she felt him sigh and start to relax.

"Oh-h-h, Olive," he said through his sighs, settling his weight down on top of her.

"Olive!" she said, pushing him away, then yelping quite loudly as he suddenly jerked himself out of her.

Russ was sitting on the couch with a grin on his stupid face and his nasty, wet cock going limp over his thigh.

He giggled and said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to call you Olive. I don't know how I could get you mixed up with her. Whew! Twice in one day. What a day!"

She knew very well what he was talking about. She didn't press it. And her anger at his calling her Olive quickly left her. There was no way she could be mad at him when his cock was still there at he side. She felt all bruised and battered, but at the same lime all aglow with the most marvelous of feelings, as she struggled up to a sitting position and reached out shyly for his cock.

He pushed her hand away. "I've had it for a while. Go fuck your regular boyfriend."

"I don't have any regular boyfriend. You're the only boy I ever did it with."

"Ha! Tell me another," he said. He tousled, her hair and dragged her down toward his cock. "You know how to do it. You've been fucking some other guys. Let's see if you know how to suck cock, too."

She was angry enough to hit him, but instead she sucked on his cock. She couldn't help herself. She had an all-consuming need for his cock. It felt just wonderful to have his cock in her mouth. His cock was all slippery and wet from her cunt and his jism, and it didn't taste good at all. But no sooner had she fully tasted it and felt its satiny texture against her tongue than it tasted delicious to her. She wanted to suck on it all the rest of the day.

"Mm-m-m. Mm-m-m!" she said, licking up and down on his cock, curling her tongue around it.

He shoved her away. "That's enough. Heck, I got my collections to make."

"Will you… come back again soon?" she asked him at the door.

He shrugged. "I come every day." He pinched one of her tits through the thin cotton top she had on. "I'd come back again for sure if your cousin was going to be here."

"She'll be here," Lynette muttered, hating him, loving him, watching him all the way as he sauntered down from her porch and got onto his bike and departed.

Lynette peeked into her bedroom. Her cousin and brother were still on the bed, fast asleep and smiling. She went into her parents' bedroom, leaned on the sink and started to cry. How could the fucking itself be so beautiful but then end so cruelly? Did girls always cry after they'd been fucked?

She dried her tears and started washing her cunt. Her cunt looked different than it normally did. Its tissues were all inflamed. Her cuntlips were all pink and swollen, and really, much prettier than they normally were. She was no longer a virgin. Sh knew all about fucking now, she thought, as she eased the syringe of her mother's douche bag into her cunt. She would undoubtedly fuck again if she could lure Russ back into the house. And that she could do if she got Betty to show him her tits, which bold, had Betty probably wouldn't mind doing. Seated on the toilet seat, Lynette smiled and sighed, and tried to relive every moment of the best parts of the fucking. She eased the syringe in and out of her cunt, pretending it was Russ' cock.

She had a good imagination. It wasn't long at all before she imagined that the long, white plastic tube was Russ' thick, pink cock. In and out, in and out it went, while Lynette grinned and played with her stiffened nipples and murmured, "Lynette, how I love you. Darling, you've got the biggest, most beautiful tits in the world!"

It was getting better and better. Who needed a dumb twerp like Russ when they had their imagination? Now, her active imagination changed the syringe into the cocks of every TV star she admired, and she sighed out names of each of them as she worked the syringe in and out of her no longer virginal cunt ever faster and faster. She was so very delightfully occupied with her game that she didn't hear the approach of her cousin Betty till the bathroom door had been opened.

Betty's shocked expression changed into a slo smile. So did Lynette's. She squirmed her naked asscheeks on the toilet seat, worked the syringe all around in her cunt, and said, "Hi. I bet you don't know what I've been doing."