Ray Strong: Hot daughter

"Make me come!" she begged. "Make me come!"

"But I already came," he told her, slowly getting off her.

"Goddamn you!" she snarled. "You make me come, or I'll tell all the others how you raped me here today!"

"Whatcha want me to do?"

"Eat my cunt!"

"Yeah, but it's all fulla my wad."

"So what! It's yours, isn't it? Now get your mouth down there!"

Shrugging, Alvin lowered his head, bringing it closer to her sperm-filled snatch. He could see the white blobs inside her hot pussy, some of it seeping out, covering the pretty pink cunt-lips. He could feel the heat coming from inside her pussy, and the ripe fragrance of the mingled juices inside reached his nose. It was a strong, arousing odor, and Alvin was amazed as he felt his cock beginning to harden. Bits of white sperm dotted her dark muff as well, intensifying his hunger.

"Stop staring and get to work!" Bernadette snapped, arching her cunt in his direction, balancing herself on her heels and elbows.

Her sopping beaver washed his chin, and Alvin, unable to restrain himself in any way, opened his mouth wide and clamped his sucking mouth on the hairy slash. He began slurping his jizz out of her gash, using his tongue to make her cunt juice bubble violently. His hands were holding her ass, his fingers tightly squeezing the round globes, pressing her soggy pussy even harder against his mouth.

Bernadette went mad with delight. Her body fell back on the bed so she could hump her box higher, thrilling to the way he pressed his fat, inexperienced tongue far up into her cunt-hole. He ate her twat the way she would have sucked on a ripe, juicy plum, and a fresh flood of colorless pussy-cream began flowing out of her gash, soaking his lips, chin and cheeks. It had taken him almost no time at all to drain out his cum, and now he was sucking the sweet syrup manufactured by her blistering cunt. Bernadette heard him slurping and sucking strongly, his tongue continually thrusting in and out, in and out of her horny snatch.

"Lick my cunt, you bastard!" she wailed, unable to contain herself any longer. "Ooooooooh, son of a bitch, suck, suck, suck! Lap that little button… ahhhhhhh…"

Alvin stopped for a moment and came up for air. His face was completely smeared with her secretions, and he was panting, trying to take a few deep breaths.

Bernadette was hotter than hell. Her swollen, rigid clit felt like a tiny sausage ready to burst from its skin. It was bright-red, and flooded with hot blood, and when his face came down and his tongue pressed against the quivering bud, she fairly shrieked her delight. Her head spun from side to side on the pillow, her black hair flying.

She could feel Alvin's tongue lapping faster and faster, like a thirsty hound drinking water, and she bounced and shuddered as she strained toward her orgasm. Her thighs had tightened strongly around his head as her hands pulled his hair, tugging his face ever deeper into her inflamed gash. Her seething pussy humped against his working mouth in desperation as she felt that wonderful feeling begin to build up again inside her. She was shivering and sucking in air loudly as the sensation built higher and higher inside her. And then she was there, ramming her flaming pussy hard against his hungering mouth, squirting jet after jet of pussy-cream into his face as she came madly.

Alvin, in heat again, in fact considerably hotter than before, felt her thighs tighten around his head until he thought the pressure would make his head crack. Still he slurped madly, feeling her bounce crazily on the bed, almost tearing his head from his shoulders.

Her thighs suddenly parted and she all but tore the hair from his head as she yanked him away from her oversensitive snatch. She shuddered and sighed, lying back, thinking it was over.

But it was not yet ended. Alvin needed more relief. Even as his sister lay back, his ponderous form covered her slender body and he guided his thick, heavy prick to the butterfly lips of her sweet pussy. This time the resistance was considerably less. Her cunt walls opened widely to welcome his burning tool.

This time he expected the fucking would last a little longer. He wanted to play with his sister's tits for a while, but she was still fully dressed, and dim-witted as he was, he knew he didn't dare risk tearing the clothing from her.

Bernadette's pussy was oversensitive, and yet she wanted more. Even as his cock filled the depths of her weeping snatch a second time, she realized she wanted to feel her brother's heavy pole reaming through her tight fuck-hole.

Alvin grabbed her ass-cheeks again, squeezing those luscious cheeks. His digging prick plunged ever deeper on every in stroke, forcing Bernadette to adjust to the solid, swift, ass-pounding beat of his screwing. Her blood-swollen nipples pushed against the material of her bra, rubbing back and forth against his bare chest as it pressed against her dress. Together they rocked from side-to-side in a wild embrace, rolling and struggling, but this time working toward a common goal.

Her father might have been more experienced, and he might have even fucked her better, but Bernadette couldn't recall when she'd ever been fucked with such energy before. She had no idea whether it was some innate ability of Alvin's, or if it was his youth. In any case, she was getting the wildest screwing of her life.

Even as she rocked her hips in rhythm to Alvin's hunching dong, Bernadette realized this would not be the end of it. At the moment she didn't want it to end, but once she regained her sanity, she would do her best to avoid Alvin. But even then she knew damn well there would be no way of avoiding Alvin. This was going to be the first in a series of many nights when her brother would be fucking her without letup.

Bernadette knew this incredible fuck couldn't go on much longer. She could feel his sunken shaft twitching violently inside her twat, building the feeling inside her cunt to a shimmering delightfulness, making her dangle on the edge of an erotic precipice. She could feel him trying to slow down his fuck-thrusts in the hope of holding off his impending orgasm, but it would have been easier to hold the wind in his hands. Bernadette's desire had built to a peak again, and she refused to slow her grinding hips. Her calves locked themselves behind his back for leverage as her pussy muscles proceeded to squeeze his cock.

Her second climax suddenly came sweeping down on her, and her heels kicked his back as her arms clutched his weighty body to her. Even as she soared to the heights of orgasmic delight, she felt his wild thrusts become even stronger. He plunged ever-more-maddeningly into her cock-crushing hole, and then his immense body stiffened on top of hers and began jerking and twisting violently about as his whole being concentrated itself in the steaming, piston of his thrusting cock. He plunged in and out of her with ever-greater speed, and new climaxes built themselves on old, fading ones, as she bounced wildly, shrieking out her insane pleasures, clutching him all the more tightly.

And then she felt another load of heavy, boiling sperm suddenly stream into her cunt as Alvin babbled incoherently. His jizz exploded into her again and again, and he kept prodding his meat into her cunt as his prick continued spurting. She rose to even higher peaks before his dick slowly shrank inside her snatch.

She fell back on the bed, exhausted, and Alvin fell on top of her. They lay that way for nearly an hour before she finally got up, slipped on new panties, and went about her household chores.

Had Alvin not tried to be an insatiable glutton, Bernadette might have adjusted to him. Moron though he was, his cock more than adequately replaced the one she'd lost when her father had died. Had he tried bothering her only once in a while, she might have gone along with him. But the very next day he tried the same thing, and Bernadette had to hold him off with a butcher knife from the kitchen.