Ray Strong: Hot daughter

Bernadette knew her body's response was automatic. Her pussy was already hot and soaking, leaking drops of slippery lubrication, and her nipples were already swollen, anticipating the touch of his hand. But her mind was not aroused. The passion she longed to feel wasn't inside her. The strong sensations making her heart flutter and her ass rotate while her cunt-lips twitched in eager anticipation just weren't there.

It has to come, she thought. It just has to come. It must!

His hand was already in the process of sliding her panties down her legs and off from around her ankles. His fingers were heavy and indelicate as they probed between her thighs, feeling the slick hole between her cunt-lips avidly gobble them up, first two, then three, as the sticky flow from inside her twat began increasing.

She could tell from the inexperienced way his fingers fumbled inside her gash he was unable to believe what was happening. Her own hand was squeezing the solid tube of his prick through his pants, and she could tell he had a nice-sized dick, even if it wasn't as large or as thick as either her brother's or her late father's.

"Oh, God!" she heard him gasp. "Oh, God!"

He let go of her long enough to get to his feet and start stripping off his clothing. Not one to let any man get too far ahead of her, Bernadette hastily removed her own things, as well.

"Jeez!" he gasped, staring at her. "You look great."

His eyes wandered over the fullness of her boobs, noting the way her pink nipples seemed to point directly at him, while gently swaying. Her beaver was soaking wet, and he could see droplets of shiny lubrication glistening between the hairs.

"Christ!" he muttered. "I know if I shove my cock in there, I'll shoot my load before I pump twice."

"Well," she murmured, "that should give us the opportunity to find out how much stamina you have, I'll bet you can come more than once."

"I dunno," he replied shamefacedly. "This is the first time…" and then he stopped for a moment, realizing he had almost given away the fact that he'd never been laid before. He didn't dare admit it to anyone. He lamely finished with, "I've ever felt so hot that I knew I was gonna come so quick. Usually I can hold off so I only have to come once."

Sure, she thought. I'll bet. Then, aloud, she said, "But tonight you're going to come twice."

"Jeez, if that happens, I'll be so fagged out I'll never be able to move off this bed."

"Isn't it lucky I live right next door?" she whispered, sitting on the day bed, reaching out, and letting his balls fall into her open palm.

He shuddered at the caress of her fingers against his hairy, wrinkled nuts. It made him move forward and once again reach out and down with his hands, until his three fingers were once more deeply embedded in the hot, humid pool of her gurgling cunt. He could hear them sloshing inside as he thrust them back and forth in the frantic hope of arousing her to the point where once he shoved his broiling cock into her, she would come, too, and then he wouldn't have to try getting it up a second time.

Bernadette felt all the physical stimulation, but none of it reached her brain. Her cunt rotated on his fingers, writhing up and down as he slurped them in and out of her hole. She felt her breath becoming heavier and knew she would derive some sort of satisfaction before the night was out, but would it be enough?

"My cunt," she murmured, shuddering. "Use your thumb to rub my clit."

At first Drew didn't know what she was talking about. He knelt on the cold floor in front of the day bed and stared at the way his fingers moved in and out of her cunt-hole, and then, between the pink folds of soaking labes, up at the top, he saw the growing pearl of pinkness. As his fingers continued sliding back and forth inside her twat, he let his thumb press on the little pink button as if it were a doorbell waiting to be rung. And she reacted as if he'd really made one hell of a connection. Her hips bounced high as her ass-cheeks shot up off the day bed. He watched how resilient her buns were as they came slamming down onto the bed, flattening slightly before resuming their perfect shapes. He could see the winking brown tightness of her shivering asshole and knew he was doing something right.

"That's it, Drew," she encouraged. "That's the way to do it! Keep it moving… uhhh… don't… slow… ooooohh… down."

Drew watched the way the lubricant came seeping out each time his fingers pulled back, and the scent of her steaming pussy sent him into wild convulsions. Shit! She was here to be fucked. She said he could fuck her more than once, so it didn't matter if she didn't come this first time. God! That cunt looked so juicy all he really wanted to do was wallow in it. But his aching cock let him know it was time to make an entrance.

He stood up, and in a single motion, pushed her farther back on the day bed, then flung his body on top of hers. His knees were already between her wide-open thighs, his muscular meat probing, bouncing off one thigh and then the other as it moved closer and closer to her cunt.

Bernadette was impatient to feel his cock inside her. Everything up to this point had been totally unsatisfactory. Perhaps once his prick was inside it would ignite the necessary spark to make her feel attracted to other men. Hell! She had purposely accepted this date with Drew because she knew if she could make it with him, she'd be able to make it with almost any man.

Reaching down with her hand, she grabbed his horny cock and began guiding it closer to her hungering cunt. Christ! She had purposely kept Alvin away from her for more than a week, letting the sex urge inside her build to fantastic heights in the hope it would add to the stimulus and make her come.

Little by little the blunted, rubbery cock-head came closer and closer to her seeping pussy. She was panting, her body tremendously excited, but her mind was unaffected. She could feel Drew's hot poker getting harder and thicker, and she was afraid he'd shoot off too soon, all right. How he managed to keep himself under control was something neither one of them would ever know.

The touch of his expanding cock-head against her pussy-lips should have had her tingling with ecstasy. Hot currents of electricity should have been poised at the entrance to her cunt, waiting to plunge into her when his rampant rod went sliding in. But all she felt was the bumping of his knob, and when it slowly parted her labes, tightly pushing in, she felt a long, thick log being rammed into her cunt, neither exciting her nor hurting her. It was as if an obstruction had suddenly made its way into her. The feeling was more of discomfort than enjoyment.

Her thighs wrapped themselves around his hips, pulling him more snugly into her, stuffing and cramming ever more of his prick into her cunt.

"Fuck me!" she urged, kicking his rump with her heels. "Fuck me!"

Drew slid the rest of his cock into her clinging snatch, feeling new tingling thrills. This was his first cunt, and it was a tight one. Oh, God! Who would ever imagine a cunt would feel this good! Jacking off was nothing compared to this feeling. Jesus! God! What a tight, squirmy, squeezing cunt!

"God, you feel… so… great," he told her, grunting his words out.

"Fuck me, damn you!" she cursed, still kicking his rump, making him move his ass all the more quickly as he began pile driving into her cunt.

Despite the plunging motion of his steaming cock, Bernadette remained almost impassive. There was some physical sensation, fight enough. But there just wasn't that certain something she'd always had with her father and Alvin. It made her wonder if other women felt the same way about men, not realizing their greatest fucks would come from their own immediate family.

Her shoulders dug into the day bed as she threw her weight back and sucked his cock into her hole, unwrapping her calves from around his body and sinking her heels into the mattress. She began bouncing wildly in the hope the speeded-up motion would enhance the feelings inside her. She knew it was having its effect on Drew. He was gasping insanely as he balanced himself on the heels of his hands and his toes in an effort to keep up with her mad thrustings. She could feel the rubbing of his crotch hair against hers, and she knew he could feel it, too, for when their loins came into contact with each other, he shuddered all the more.