George Tipton: Two hot daughters

When Anita Loper touched her drippy pussy with her warm, soft fingers, her whole body jumped.

"Ohhhh," she sighed to her friend, Diane Sager. "I'm so horny I could run out and fuck the first cock I see!"

"Really," Diane agreed, her own fingers massaging her own aching cunt-mound. "We gotta figure something out. If we don't start getting fucked soon, we might have to start fucking each other!"

"Oh!" Anita exclaimed, jabbing her finger deep into her cunt. "Don't be gross, Diane! But, ohhhhh, I just gotta get me some cock!"

The two teenagers were sprawled on Diane's big, double bed. Their school uniforms lay in crumpled heaps beside the bed, their white panties coiled on top of them. Anita still wore her regulation navy-blue knee socks, but Diane was totally naked, her pussy covered with light blonde cunthair. Diane's hair was long and straight, her bangs feathered back away from her simple, attractive face.

Anita rolled from her back onto her belly, her stockinged legs bent back behind her. Her hand was trapped beneath her, her fingers clawing at her pussy.

Although she had never been fucked, Anita just knew that it would be wonderful. She'd seen a lot of pictures of people fucking in the magazines her older brothers sometimes read. And, once in a while, when she was very lucky, she got a glimpse of a real cock when one of the boys was passing to and from the bathroom. Nowadays it seemed to Anita that all she ever thought about was fucking. It was all she wanted, all that mattered, everything she dreamed of.

She just had to lose her cherry soon or she was going to go crazy!

And her friend, Diane, knew just how she felt – at least Diane thought she did. Diane had never been fucked, either, but she knew from her own feelings and from watching and listening to Anita that fucking would be the best thing in the world. Sometimes Diane felt a little embarrassed at the things Anita said about fucking and the photographs she showed her, but usually she just tried to act grown up, and usually she ended up feeling very hot – like now.

Outside, in the rest of the house, the Sager family came and went, but in Diane's bedroom the two girls were alone and safe. They could say and do anything they felt like. They could fuck themselves in private and share their dreams of real fucking.

"I want a man with a nice big cock," Anita said as she humped her hand, her fingers scratching at her cunt-mound. "Yeah, I want my pussy stretched real good the first time. I wanna feel it and maybe bleed."

Diane giggled. "Oh, Anita, with all the finger-fucking you do, there's no way you've got any cherry left to bleed!"

"But if he's got a real big one – like telephone pole or something, I'd bleed then." Diane laughed. "You'd die, then, if he tried to fuck you with anything like that!"

Anita laughed, too, drawing her creamy fingers out from the depths of her cunt and smearing their slippery coating all around her darkened cunt-lips.

"Yeah, but I'd sure have a smile on my face when I went out!"

The girls dissolved in a gale of laughter, and Anita rolled over onto her back. Her tits were larger and more developed than Diane's, and when she turned, they rolled across her chest. Where Diane was long and blonde and simple, Anita was dark and cuddly. Her hair was cut in a modified pageboy, accenting her dark eyes. A thick, tuft of cunt-hair decorated her pussy.

Anita lay on her back with her knees bent and her legs drawn up. Her knees were parted, and both her hands went down between them to try and coax some kind of satisfaction out of her frustrated pussy. She rolled her fingers around and around the oozing mouth of her cunt, making her cunt tingle and pour out more of the erotic-smelling juices.

At the other end of the bed, Diane lay in a similar position. The blonde rested on her back with her legs curled up alongside her tits. Her cunt was up off the bed, and she had fingers sawing in and out of Diane's tender pussy gripped her slender fingers tightly. She pulled her fingers out slowly, feeling them tug the inner walls of her cunt-tunnel. Then, when she soon fucked them back in, it felt like her cunt-walls were folding in on themselves, scrunching back up inside of her cunt. She bore down, flexing open her cunt-hole, and feeling her asshole flare open.

"Ummmm!" she sighed, feeling alive and touched by fucking.

Juices ran out of Diane's cunt and she felt them tickle her whole. She tried to pretend that it was jism and that some handsome man, like her father, maybe, had just fucked her. Whenever Diane fucked herself, she almost always thought of her dad. She'd never even told Anita that but, whenever she got horny, her father was the first man to enter her thoughts.

Anita, on the other hand, had no clear picture of any man in her mind as she got herself off. She was getting so desperate she didn't care anymore who her first fuck was. All she knew these days was that she needed to find someone willing, and fuck him like the devil as soon as possible.

Anita's feet were tucked up against the rounded cheeks of her ass, her heels flat against the bedspread. Her knees fell open, parting to allow her hands full access to her aching pussy. She used both hands, now, to spread open the wide mouth of her cunt and stroke the soft, pink skin inside. Then, gasping, she bent two fingers and slithered them over the slippery edge of her cunt and into the dark, sensitive cavern below.

She bit her tongue to keep from crying out as her fingers fucked her. She didn't even think about her remark about wanting to fuck a telephone pole as she whimpered and shifted her ass around, making room for the intrusion of her own fingers.

The warmth inside her body traveled up Anita's arms and over into her brain. She pushed her fingers in deeper and felt the contour of her inner cunt-tunnel. Then she pulled her fingers back out, feeling as if her very being were going with them. As the tips reached the flowered lips of her cunt, she reversed their direction, burying them in her cunt's depths once again.

"Oh man!" she sighed, wiggling around, licking her lips, her whole body excited. "That feels so good!"

Diane turned her head and, smiled at her friend, her own fingers working their own kind of magic. "Yeah, it's the best!"

"Mmmmmm," Anita moaned, "not the best – that would be real fucking. But, ohhhhhh, it sure beats homework!"

Diane chuckled, knowing that was what her family thought they were doing. Wouldn't her mother just shit if she knew the truth!

Diane brought her knees in so they were directly over her curled body. She rubbed the backs of her knees back and forth over her spiked nipples, feeling new and different sensations roar through her. She didn't understand why touching her tits made her pussy feel good, but it sure did. She twirled her finger around just inside the mouth of her cunt, the combination of sensations marvelous.

Tingles ran directly from her gaping cunt right to her stimulated nipple and back. The more she pinched or poked or jabbed at one erogenous zone, the more the other reacted. A complete circuit of erotic current ran through her, seeming to intensify with every revolution.

Oh Daddy! she thought, plunging her finger back deep up inside of her. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me! she chanted silently, fucking herself to her internal rhythm.

Anita pulled her dark-tufted pussy wide open one finger hooked on either side of her soft, squishy cunt-hole. Her cunt was so tight it didn't give much, but Anita imagined opening herself up for that big cock she'd been dreaming of. Cool air rushed into the opened hole of her pussy, and Anita felt a cunt-juice trickle out to meet it.

While she pulled her cunt apart, her index finger hooked in the dark cunt-hole, her thumbs met at the bumpy juncture of her clit. They gripped the pink clit between them and pushed, smashing it just right. Pleasant feelings of pain-tinged pleasure rushed up Anita's spinal cord and exploded at the base of her brain.