Robert Vickers: Seducing her family

She found she could aid this fucking by locking her legs around the man's waist. Controlling the force of his re-entry into her cunt gave them both tingles and thrills.

Annemarie managed to glance over at Marcia. The girl seemed to be hypnotized by the sight of her daddy fucking her friend. Annemarie licked her lips, and then a shivery sensation hit her and she couldn't focus her eyes any more. The quake pf orgasm blasted through her and made the fucking even more intense.

She wondered how the man stood it. She could tell by the angle at which his prick was bent that he was straining to the limits of his endurance.

The teenager wanted this to go on forever, but from the way his prick felt inside her cunt, she knew he would get off way too soon for both their liking. His thick cock was swelling as if he was going to spurt out his gooey come at any instant.

She tried slowing him down to prevent his premature come. The way the sweat beaded on his forehead and then dropped off onto her, body tickled her and made her concentration fade away. Once, when a big, salty drop splattered onto her belly, she came. The tickling feeling coupled with his thick cock burning its way into her cunt was too much for her.

Suddenly he came. He bounced her up and down until her tits bobbed around and her teeth rattled. She felt the liquid surge into her cunt as he blasted his pearly-white jism. Too soon, it was all over.

He lowered Annemarie to the mattress and said, "I'm sorry. I wanted to last longer, but you took it out of me. My cock isn't used to being bent at such an angle and being held by such a tight cunt."

Annemarie sighed and smiled sadly. "Another time we can spend all day long at this. I demand a rematch!"

Len looked embarrassed and then glanced at his daughter. "I don't know if we should ever do anything like this again."

"Daddy, no! I want to! It… it's part of my education! This is a hell of a lot nicer than any old sex education class at school!"

Len laughed. "I suppose it is. But here, let me untie you two now that we've finished for the day. You've got to realize that sooner or later your mother would walk in on us, just as you walked in on Annemarie and me when I was fucking her up the ass."

"S-she'd understand, too," the girl said weakly. "I'm sure she could be convinced. Maybe the four of us could…"

Len held up his hand. "Stop right there. I'm sure your mother wouldn't ever consider such a thing. And, damn it, I'm not as young as, I used to be. I couldn't handle three hot women all by myself!"

Annemarie said nothing for a moment, her mind racing. Len was a real stud, but what he said was true. She might be able to wear him out; with Marcia and Kat joining in, he couldn't possibly satisfy them. No one man would have the staying power. But if she invited that football player, Stu, that would make quite a little fuck fest. The five of them could do just about anything she'd ever heard of, and she'd heard about one hell of a lot of things.

"As I see it," Annemarie said slowly, "the problem is convincing Kat that this is indeed a fine thing to dp. Is that it?"

"Yeah, I guess that says it all," agreed Len.

"Then let me try to convince her. I have my own little ways." Winking at Len, she knew that her scheme was going to work. It had to. She couldn't stay in the U.S. for an entire year deprived of this man's fine cock – or his daughter's tasty cunt!

"Mrs. Fontaine?" Annemarie called, tucking the tail of her blouse into her skirt.

"In the kitchen, Annemarie," came the answer.

The Dutch teenager saw the woman bending over the stove. She walked toward her silently, helping her unload the groceries from a sack on the counter. Faking an accident, she dropped a glass bottle of fruit juice onto the counter. It splattered all over both of them, drenching them with sticky juice.

"Oh, I am sorry!" said Annemarie. "So clumsy of me to ruin your lovely blouse. Please, let me show you a way to make sure a stain does not set." She began licking the juice off the woman's arms, and managed to open a couple buttons of her blouse before the woman could protest.

"Annemarie, dear, stop that!" she said, pushing the girl away. Annemarie opened another button. Kat protested, "You don't have to do anything like that. We have all sorts of detergents in this country."

"Yes, you do. But this is much more fun!" Annemarie stared at the woman for a second, and confusion raced into Kat's face. She began to say something and then the two of them were pressed lips together, tits touching, nearly glued together by sticky wetness.

Annemarie touched Kat's cheek and said, "Your face is so classically molded. I wish I looked so fine!"

"But you do. It… I… oh, hell!"

The confusion was just what Annemarie needed to unbutton the woman's blouse entirely. She licked the fruit juice from the woman's skin. This time Kat didn't protest. Instead, she returned the favor. Soon they discovered other parts of their bodies soaked with the spilled juice.

It was a long, hot, sweaty, exciting afternoon for both of them. And as Kat was relaxing, thinking about the feel of Annemarie's tongue all over her cunt, the girl quietly asked, "Wouldn't it be fun to have others join us? Like Len and Marcia?"

The woman tensed, but the Dutch girl couldn't tell if it was due to her outrageous suggestion or the way she was rolling the woman's nipples around between her fingertips. Kat leaned back and moaned softly, then said, "Yes, I think that would be nice."

And it was.