Jerry Milner: Daddy_s little girls

"Kiss my cunt all over! Suck it!" Betty was saying, even as she kept Lynette from doing this.

Lynette would have tried even harder, but jus then Mark's cock slipped out of her asshole and came thrillingly close to going inside her cunt, and she had to move away from Betty's cunt as she frantically reached back to help it go where she needed it most.

If Betty was hot before, Lynette's largely misplaced kisses now had her on fire. She shoved Lynette rudely aside to grab Mark, pulling him down on top of her as she fell back on the bed. "In my cunt! Do it right now!" she cried, groping and grabbing and pulling his cock into her cunt.

"Eek! Oh!" Betty cried, and then her orgasmic cries turned to straining groans as her pleasingly plump white legs went up and around Mark's tiring body to pull his cock into her cunt with all the strength she had. Her orgasm was dizzying. She thought she might pass out. But she went on clinging to him with her legs and her arms and her cunt, just as she went on clinging to the new and sensational pleasures that were tensing every muscle in her body, until the pleasures all became unbearable and she relaxed with a sigh and went limp.

Mark was puffing and blowing. He'd had enough of fucking for a while. Lynette was breathing hard, too, and looking most yearningly at the way Mark and Betty's naked bodies fit together so perfectly. Left on the brink of an orgasm and trembling all over from it, she reached out to touch them. Betty opened her eyes and grinned at her.

"Pretty great, huh?"

Lynette nodded, too overcome to speak, totally enchanted by the glowing, damp heat that radiated out from their lightly perspiring bodies, touched Betty's tit and Mark's heaving chest.

"Want to do it some more?" Betty asked Lynette, writhing luxuriously under Mark, still enjoying the feeling of his hard, cock in her cunt.

Lynette quickly nodded. She wanted to be with them again more than she wanted to be with Russ.

Betty rolled out from under Mark. She sat up with a grin on her face, and she moved Lynette's hand around on her pink-crested tits, as she said, "Well, if you want more, you're going to have to be nice to us. Right, Markie? Lynette, you keep house, do the dishes, make the beds and all, and Markie will fuck you again. In the meantime," said Betty, turning toward him, "he's all mine."

Lynette started crying in the shower. How could sex feel so good, she kept asking herself, if it always made a girl feel like crying when it was over? It didn't help at all that Betty had gone off for a late afternoon bicycle ride, leaving her there to do the housework. And it sure hadn't helped to have Russ just fuck her and leave. She was almost sorry she'd learned all about sex, for it seemed she'd been happier before, when she was still a virgin. If only her father would come home, he'd explain things to her – but, of course, she could never tell him what all she'd done.

She got out of the shower and dried off and brushed her long hair. In the mirror she saw herself as being too thin, without enough curves to her girlish body, and certainly without enough tit on her chest. Her cunt was still damp and sensitive to the touch. And her asshole was still so sensitive that it made her squirm and pant when she put her finger on it. All of her body was hot, and the very thought of putting clothes on was repulsive. Naked, stopping to rub at her cunt and her stiff-nippled tits and her buns and her asshole from time to time, Lynette moved about the empty house doing chores she was supposed to share with Betty and Mark. Looking out through her parents' bedroom window, she saw her neighbor, Olive Cook, going out to her back yard. Lynette wouldn't have noticed her if Olive hadn't slammed her back door so loudly. And now as Lynette watched, Mrs. Cook opened and slammed the door again, looking toward Lynette's house as she did so.

The brunette woman looked as sexy as ever. Her long hair was in wave and she had on a black string bikini that was shockingly tiny. Mrs. Cook disappeared behind the hedge for a moment, then reappeared with a water-spouting hose in her hand. She directed its stream against Lynette's house, where the water clattered loudly. It was hot afternoon. The water made Lynette think how nice it would feel to take care of the chore of sprinkling the yard. She quickly ran to her room, put on her pink two-piece bathing suit, and took two foam rubber pads from her drawer and stuffed them into the top of her suit before hurrying out to her own back yard.

Mrs. Cook was sprinkling the hedge between their yards as Lynette came out and turned on the hose. "Hi," said Lynette's grinning neighbor.

Lynette just grinned back at her, suddenly too shy to speak. She felt herself blushing, and she turned her back on Mrs. Cook to water the flower beds. She squealed and jumped when a cold spray of water hit her back. She whirled about and saw Mrs. Cook still grinning at her as she said, "Hi."

"H-Hi," said Lynette.

Mrs. Cook directed the water at Lynette again. Big, round drops of water arched up to come down against Lynette's hot skin. She stood there and took it, and the shivers she felt were not from the cold.

"Feel good?" asked Mrs. Cook.

Lynette jerkily nodded her head.

"Come play in my yard and I'll make you feel even better."

Lynette turned the water off and walked on trembling legs to her neighbor's yard. They stood facing one another, the slim and quaking girl in the pink bathing suit – yesterday's virgin – and the widely-traveled and well-fucked woman in the black string bikini. Olive Cook was slightly shorter than Lynette, but her womanly hips and the magnificent size of her barely contained tits made her outweigh the slender, redhead. Lynette stared at Olive's tits. She couldn't help it, for they were so very large, and only their big, brown aureoles were concealed by the tiny triangle of black, knitted string.

"Hot today," said Mrs. Cook, playing the stream of water onto Lynette's feet. "I've known gals that do most anything to cool off on days like this," she said, and she turned the hose on herself, sticking its open end inside one triangle of her top. She maintained her insolent grin as she massaged her big tit over which the cold water flowed. While Lynette watched in rapt fascination, she did the same to her other big tit, and then she thrust the hose down inside the triangle of black that covered her broadly bulging cunt. It made the triangle of black bulge even more. Water gushed out from the sides of it, bringing long, black hairs along with it, and now Mrs. Cook massaged her cunt as the water flowed. "Ah-h-h-h," she said. "That doesn't exactly cool a gal off, but it sure does feel good. You want to try it now, don't you?"

Lynette nodded and moved a step closer over the wet grass. Mrs. Cook stepped closer to her, so that they were almost nose-to-nose. Mrs. Cook pulled the hose out of her bikini, and pushed it into Lynette's bathing suit bottom. Lynette lifted her arms as Mrs. Cook pulled out her waistband and thrust the hose toward her cunt. The first cold shock from the water quickly gave way to a flowing coolness that filled up Lynette's swimsuit, bubbling and gushing up into the lips of her cunt and against her asshole.

"Feel good?" asked Mrs. Cook, and Lynette quickly nodded.

Mrs. Cook pulled the hose out of her bathing suit bottom and inserted it into each of Lynette's pink cups. Mrs. Cook's fingers roved over Lynette's hard-tipped titties, withdrawing her two foam rubber cups. "You won't need those when you come to see me," said the crookedly grinning woman. She pinched each of Lynette's nipples, which made the girl flinch and want more of the same.

Mrs. Cook peeled down one of Lynette's shoulder straps, baring a small but perfectly shaped pink and white tit. She caught Lynette's nipple between her thumb and forefinger and said, "Nice. You have really nice tits, Lynette. How I wish had sweet tits like yours instead of these big tits of mine." She took her hand from Lynette's yearning tittie and slipped it inside one black triangle to heft and squeeze her own big tit as Lynette stared through widened eyes.