Ray Strong - Hot daughter

The shimmer inside his balls was a gentle one at first, but Mannetto felt it build and enlarge until it was snapping with electrical current, making wild spasms surge through his body as he suddenly screamed, ramming and cramming his whang into her cunt, letting it geyser out hot splashes of thick, white creamy cum. The gummy jizz coated the walls of her steaming twat as it blasted into her with unnerving force.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!" he bellowed, glad the walls of his apartment were soundproof. He fired one wad of spunk after another into her clinging cunt.

Unable to shoot any more, feeling totally drained, he fell back on the carpet beside her, saying, "You make me came like no one I've ever known before."

Instead of replying, Bernadette suddenly got to her knees, walked over to where he was lying, straddled his face, and pressed her dank, cum-filled pussy into his mouth. Mannetto, never one to shirk, jabbed his tongue into her simmering slit and felt the blistering heat inside.

Her ass settled a little lower as she began rotating her pussy against his mouth, feeling his lips press against her quivering cut.

"Make me come," she hissed. "Make me come!"

Goddamn, he thought, I've made her come a half dozen times with one fuck. What's the matter with this broad?

Her soggy gash pushed harder and harder, surrounding his face with cunt-flesh, rubbing back and forth, humping anxiously. He had to balance her ass on his hands to keep her from crushing his windpipe as she pressed ha pussy harder and harder into his sucking mouth, still whimpering, "Make me come, make me come!"

His cock was already enlarging again, getting harder, and be knew he was good for at least one more climax. He wanted to throw her off him, so he could jump on her and begin fucking her again. But he sensed the desperation in her movements and let her continue to ride his face while his palms supported her ass.

Her hands gripped his hair, her fingers twisting madly, tugging and yanking his face up to press it ever deeper into the blazing cauldron of her cunt. She could feel his tongue lick through her gash, stabbing into her hole and rubbing her tingling cunt walls. His tongue occasionally came out to press against her pulsing cunt, sending mad shudders through her… and still it wasn't enough. Something was missing. There was no true satisfaction in all this.

A nymphomaniac, Mannetto decided. A real nymphomaniac. She couldn't find satisfaction no matter how many times she came. She might well go through life this way. If she found the one man to satisfy her, she would cling to him like a leech, never letting go no matter what the cost. She would wear out any other man, totally drain him.

Mannetto couldn't allow himself to be drained. He made his living with his cock. He needed it for more than a few more years, yet. He had not begun to accumulate the wealth he would need when his cock was no longer in demand.

He sucked strongly, drinking her cunt-syrup as it flowed down his throat, licking her labes and cunt with maddening pressure, and still it wasn't good enough. She wanted more and more and more.

She was coming again. He could tell by the way her cunt-lips closed around his face and the jets of juice came shooting out, completely swamping his entire face. Splashes of hot, sticky, sweet-tasting pussy juice inundated his face again and again, and still she rubbed her seething box against his rough tongue, hoping and praying for something he now knew was beyond his ability to impart.

He flung her down on the floor again, hearing her whimpers as her fingers pressed into her crotch in an attempt to make herself come the way she so badly wanted. She writhed on the floor, and though he knew it was probably hopeless, Mannetto decided to give her one more try.

He sprawled out over her and drove his hot, hard cock into her smoking fuck-hole. Her inner labes parted, and tight as the passage was, his thick cock slid all the way home again. Wham! It was completely buried in the fuming depths of her cunt. She rolled about on the floor, encouraging him to move his own ass, rubbing her tight, squishy sheath around the shaft of his all-but-raw cock. He gripped her thighs with clutching fingers and let his aroused, lubricated tool come sliding out until her inner labes caressed the flanged corona. And then he drove right back in, repeating the maneuver again and again, slowly this time, and building to the summit very, very slowly.

This time, the friction was so great and the sucking so strong there was no way he would be able to piston his cock as rapidly through her weeping pussy as he'd done earlier. He tried speeding up his movement a little and found it impossible.

Bernadette gasped, amazed he could stay with her this long and not collapse. It felt as if he were fucking into a solid mass of jelly the way her cunt walls seemed to surround every last bit of his dick.

Grabbing his head, Bernadette brought his mouth down to her tits. She let his lips and his tongue artfully suck her nipples, first the left one then the right one as her body bucked and heaved even more strongly. Physically she was receiving all any man could offer. He could tell she was getting more than a little something from the way his prick pushed into her cunt over and over. She had enjoyed two multiple orgasms. Why, then, was she unsatisfied?

Bernadette felt spit dribbling out the corners of her mouth. It was no use. It was no use. She was doomed to an incestuous existence. It was the penalty she had to pay for having seduced her father. Had she been content with someone outside the family, she might have been able to attain those fantastic feelings without needing a father or brother.

He was coming. She could tell. He was firing into her cunt, though this time the spurts mere considerably weaker than the previous time. She had really drained him.

When he was finished, he withdrew without bringing her to any kind of satisfaction, but Bernadette didn't care. Another experiment had ended in failure.

They dressed, and tired as Mannetto was, he drove her to within one block of her home. She didn't want him knowing where she really lived. She waited until he pulled away before walking home.

It was three in the morning when she finally got to bed.

With only four hours of sleep, Bernadette had a horrible day in school. She could barely stay awake through her classes, and her mind continued returning to her anxious, unfulfilled need for a total orgasm.

Alvin wasn't home that afternoon, when school was over. Apparently he had finally gotten himself some kind of job to fit his mental capacity, like delivery boy. There was no family cock to alleviate the tension inside her. She was going crazy.

She did all the washing, cooked supper, did some ironing, and finally sat down before the TV set around three-thirty in the hope of drifting off to sleep. When the front door opened, she hoped it would be Alvin or Ron, but it wasn't any of her brothers. It was Gail. And for a change she was alone.

"Hi," her younger sister said, coming into the room. "Whatcha watchin'?"

"I don't know," Bernadette replied. "I don't care."

"Hey, Bernie, what's bugging you?" she asked, walking over to her sister and shaking her body a bit so her boobs, unharnessed under the sweatshirt she was wearing, would rub against the material.

"I got almost no sleep last night," Bernadette muttered. "I'm tired, but I can't fall asleep."

"Maybe you need little sister's special treatment, huh?"

"What are you talking about, Gail?"

"You turn off that idiot box and come on upstairs to my bedroom, okay?"

Bernadette shrugged, turned off the TV set, and followed her sister upstairs. Gail's bedroom was larger than hers. It had been Dave's before he'd taken over the master bedroom.