Ray Strong: Hot daughter

Drew leaned forward and sucked on a nipple, letting his tongue and lips pull at it as if it were a strawberry still on the vine. He sucked and chewed, rubbing the juiciness of the stiff bud between his lips. He sucked loudly, then scrunched the nipple between his teeth, chewing and biting as if he intended actually swallowing it.

Physically Bernadette was a scorching mass of fire. Drew's efforts as he pounded his solid meat through her blistering cum made her lower half bounce all the more quickly, as her heels all but tore through the mattress in an effort to lift herself to the heights of passion. But no matter how hard she tried, there was more than a little something missing in her mind. Her puckered asshole bobbed up and down like a floating cork as she spun and squirmed and writhed madly. Heavy juice ran down her inner thighs, falling to the mattress and soaking into it as her swollen cunt-lips tightened themselves around his probing meat. The sweet, rounded contours of her ass flattened momentarily each time they came crashing down on the bed while her raging cunt continued working its way around his plunging cock, slurping on it, pulling it ever deeper inside.

Drew's fingers now sank into the round, creamy softness of her butt as he began to bite and pull at her nipple.

"Oh, God!" he whimpered, letting the mashed words fall from his mouth. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come…"

"Hold off!" she begged. "Hold off just a few seconds. I feel something inside me, too."

"I can't stop it," he whimpered, pounding his cock ever harder into her grinding cunt. "I can't… stop… iiittt!"

"J-Just a fewwww seconds… more…"

It was all physical as far as Bernadette was concerned, but it was no less necessary than had it been total. True her emotions were flat and listless, but her physical self was built to a high peak now and was in need of release.

"Can't… can't… can't… uhhhh… AAAGGHHHHH!! Here it coommess! EEEYAGHHHH!!"

And his pumping, powering cock suddenly blasted a heavy load of burning jism into the depths of her quaking cunt, sending blast after blast of heavy cum flooding her hole.

Bernadette kept pumping her body, pounding viciously against his crotch, raking her nails into his ass, forcing him to shove his meat again and again into the velvet, silken sheath of her cunt as it clutched and sucked and squeezed every last drop of jism from his withering poker.

At the last second a small feeling hit her, but it was as if a pail of water had been dashed against her body when she had been expecting a rainstorm.

Christ! She'd make him fuck her again. This time she would not only get her own rocks off, but would find that lost sensation. Damn it all to hell! She would learn to fuck with men other than those in her family if it killed her!

"Drew," she said, as he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside her. "Before I leave, you're going to give me a good and proper fucking."

Bernadette was really on fire now, in dire need of a good climax. She pushed Drew until his legs were dangling over the edge of the day bed. His limp cock and heavy balls also dangled, but Bernadette would not be put off. Even if that wild, uncontrollable mental surge was missing, her body was on fire, and she intended re-erecting his screw machine, tired though it might have been.

She pressed her tits between his thighs, pushing the nipples between his balls and his thighs, rubbing the hot points up and down, letting his hairy nuts feel the spongy nails rub against them. Then she let one dangling nipple brush across the head of his cock, while she tickled his prick-shaft with her other nipple. Her fingers worked lightly along the underside.

At first, all of Bernadette's efforts seemed fruitless. No matter what she did, it just didn't seem to be enough. One hand reached under him and pressed a finger against his asshole. It made him jump, his first visible reaction to anything she was doing. At least he was alive.

And then his cock began rearing its leaking head little by little. When it was half-hard, she pressed it between the soft, tantalizing flesh of her tits; then she pressed her firm boobs together around the swelling shaft, applying more and more pressure until the hardening rod stretched to its full length. Copious quantities of leaking lubricant now bathed her tits as his heavy prong, fully aroused, stiff and boiling, was once again ready for screwing.

She loomed above him now, pushing him back on the bed, her dark hair flaring around her face, contrasting with the whiteness of her skin. It fell darkly and loosely behind her, though strands fell over her white shoulders, running down the front of her body and blithely, wispily dancing around her pink nipples. The nipples seemed more rigid than ever as her full jugs bounced and swayed as she lowered her seething pussy on his upstanding cock, lancing herself with its length, sucking in her breath, pulling in her belly, expecting wild, uncontrollable sensations at any moment. All she got was hot meat in her cunt.

Drew was trembling under her as her fiery cunt-hole completely swallowed up his slender cock. It was already hotter than an oven, and she could almost feel the prick searing her tender pussy walls. Her twat-lips began nursing strongly on his dick, sucking as if her cunt were actually a mouth. Her round ass-cheeks bounced heavily against his hairy thighs as her seething pussy corkscrewed its way up and down his hot cock. She rotated from side to side as she spiraled up and down, and his prick, hard as it was, felt like a corkscrew inside her as it wound its way through her sucking fuck-tunnel.

Bernadette sat on that lengthy cock one helluva long time, her body doing its best to soak up the sensations she so badly needed but was unable to feel. She rotated her ass again and again, confident in her own ability to fully arouse Drew, and knowing he would not be content until he reached his own second tome. She watched him as he lay there with his eyes closed, letting her do all the work. Occasionally his eyelids opened a bit so he could stare at her bouncing boobs as they shone in the naked, yellow light of the room. Her face was a mixture of many things, twisting and sneering as she strained to reach her own satisfaction.

Something, she wasn't quite sure what, was beginning to be felt somewhere deep inside her. It was a sensation added to the thrusting of the fleshy prick riding way up into her cunt as she bounced again and again on his body, and the manner in which she moved suddenly became increasingly more spasmodic. It was as if her cunt-lips had such a tight grip on his cock that it was about to be pulled out by the root as she wildly pounded up and down on it. The friction had increased to the point where she hardly seemed to be riding up and down the full length of his prick, but rather was tugging it with her as she moved.

She fell forward now, letting her ballooning tits press into his hairy chest and her mouth pressed against his, kissing him madly, sucking his tongue out and into her own mouth, slurping on it as strongly as her cunt slurped on his cock. Her hips were a battering blur as they slammed down against his pelvis. She was desperate for that climax now. Her broiling cunt-hole began expanding a bit more as oil poured out of her, greasing the way for his cock to ride up and down.

Then Bernadette stiffened, falling forward, her mouth open as she screamed, "ARRRGHHHHH!!"

And her squeezing, crushing cunt-lips gave Drew his second orgasm, after which he promptly proceeded to black out.

It was no use. It was no damn use. All the physical sensations had been there, but that was all. There was something missing, Goddamn it! Then was that certain special feeling she'd had with her dad, and to an extent with Alvin that she hadn't had at all with Drew.