"Making Daddy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Jack)

Chapter 2

Francie wrapped her lips around the huge swollen shaft of flesh and began to suck it. It was hot and hard in her mouth, filling it and stabbing into her throat. He moved, forcing the big tool back and forth as though he were fucking her this way. She was shaking, hungry for him and full of hot desire. Her belly was on fire. He pushed her leg up and put his face to her crotch. She almost screamed when the hot spear of his tongue moved across her cunt, searching out her clitoris and lapping at it violently. No one had ever done that to her before, and she liked it-she liked it very much. It did crazy things to her, things that made her forget everything but the hunger of her body for this man. He was far more talented than any of the kids who had taken Francie up 'til now. She knew she was going to enjoy this night.

His darting tongue stabbed between the hot swollen folds of her labia, parting them and lapping at the juice she was already pouring out for him. It excited him, and he guzzled it greedily. That excited her.

She was enjoying that cock in her mouth thoroughly now. She had regulated her breathing to his movements, and she could concentrate on the lovely smooth head of the tool as it pushed back and forth in her mouth. It was huge, like a giant cap on a stem. The head was slippery and smooth, a glossy lollipop for her tongue. Tiny drops of tart salty fluid oozed from the small slit at the apex of the head, and the taste of it drove her crazy. She tried to suck out more. The foreskin covering the long stem of the cock was drawn back tightly, and the puckered folds around the base of the head moved with each thrust she made. She could feel it slide and come up again each time the cock speared into her mouth. Oh, god, she was hot!

Stan drank up the kid's cunt juice hungrily. She was tight and nice; he could feel the hot lips of her pussy grab at him each time he licked up into her vagina. He could feel those big beautiful knockers bounce against his belly every time she thrust at his prick, and they were hot and heavy. He rubbed his flesh against them, felt with his hands for her ass, pulled her close and held her tight. God, she was sucking up a storm on his cock, and he was wild for her. He wanted to come right in her fucking mouth, but he knew his climax would be that much sweeter for waiting for the young cunt. He gulped for air and pried her thigh from his head, forcing her leg high enough so he could move deeper along her body. He licked his way from the cunt to every inch of flesh around it, flicking the heavy folds of erotic flesh with his tongue nibbling them with his teeth. She was writhing and thrashing under him.

He grinned. He wanted her really hot. He wanted her to like it so damned much that she'd come back for more-whenever he wanted her! He started his tongue along the deeper crevice of her ass, heading for her asshole to rim it and see how she liked that. He was willing to bet that she'd never had it before. For all her big tits and popped cherry, she was still a pretty green kid.

It surprised him a little how much he enjoyed the young flesh. He'd known that he'd been taking a chance making a play for a girl so young.

Just a kid, but he liked the idea now… even more than the hot body should warrant. Maybe it was the idea of the forbidden fruit of the child… He grinned again and found her asshole with his tongue.

It surprised her so that she almost let go of his cock. He pushed the hard tool back into her throat and moved his hips so she'd know he wanted her to keep up the good work. Now his tongue was at the tight, puckered muscle of her anus. He licked over it, around it, at it. She whimpered but kept sucking him. He could tell that he was turning her on high, and the thought made him lick harder and faster at her asshole. He poked his tongue against the tightly drawn muscle and forced it open enough to admit just the tip of his oral organ. She groaned and her body quivered. She'd never had this before…

Francie felt as if she had fallen into a bubbling cauldron of molten steel. Her whole body ached and boiled for what he was doing to her.

She thought she'd go out of her mind when he began to suck her cunt, but now it was even wilder. He was licking her asshole and driving her to spasms of wild delight. His fingers found her cunt and began to play in it while his mouth was busy at her back gate. "Oh, Lord!" she moaned on the hard driving cock in her mouth. "Oh, Lord!" Her lips pounded to try to tell him. She was coming! She couldn't stem the hot tide of orgasm that washed over her. It flooded her, carried her to dizzying heights of ecstasy. She felt the hot spurting juice swamp his hand and run out of her cunt. He felt it, too, and he made a quick move to put his mouth back to the spout of her pussy and drink up the nectar.

His face and mouth were covered with her come-juice, and his tongue lapped furiously to catch as much as it could. Now he was ready, too hot to wait any longer. He shoved her back, forcing her to lie flat on the lounge chair and pulling his cock from her mouth with a loud popping sound. He scrambled on top of her.

"Christ, baby, I'm so fucking hot! Let me in that little love hole-ooooohhhh yeah!"

He was atop her, pushing down at her body with impatient thrusts. His stabbing, swollen shaft of sex found the ready, wet, wide-open target of her pussy. It slammed into her like a piston.

Francie felt it and when it hit bottom, digging into the thick, wet pulp of her vagina and forcing the tight muscle to spread and let him penetrate the inner opening of her uterus, she felt the hot, ready orgasm hit her again.

"Aaahhh! Oooooo, I'm commmiinngg!!" She pounded her fists at his naked back, drummed her heels on his ass and tried to force him harder and deeper into her. She was on fire, coming violently but still knowing she was not through, that he would make her come again… "Yeeesss!!!"

"Christ, you're tight and hot… how's this baby?… what a fuckhole … mmmm, goooddd…" He felt the film of sweat cover his body. The night air seemed ten degrees warmer, but he knew it was the heat radiating from her body and meeting his own. Her cunt was a hot, hugging clamp on his prick. When she came, more hot spurting juice bathed his hard, stabbing tool. It lit new fires for him. He wasn't going to hold off much longer. Not with a wet swamping cunt like this around him. She was damned good fucking… nice tight little-girl fucking… he liked it more and more each second!

Outside the summerhouse, Robin hunched in the shadows and watched and listened. Her young body was shivering, but not from the cold. She had never felt like this before, never known what hot, sweet pain her young organs held. Her mouth was dry, and she kept licking her lips as the girl in the chair a few feet away moaned and cried out in delight.

Robin pressed her fists to her belly and tried to stop the hard, hot pain that grew there. Her thighs were moist under the short nightgown, and her hairless pubic mound throbbed with a dull, aching need. She could feel the tiny bud of flesh between the folds of flesh sting and pulse, and she wondered what it would feel like to have a man lick it and touch it. She shivered again and bit her lip to keep the whimpering cry silent.

The couple in the summerhouse probably wouldn't have heard if she screamed aloud. They were caught in the final throes of their passion, fucking hard against each other as Stan's climax became imminent.

"Ooooohhh!" The girl's hips rose to meet his thrusting prick.

"Here it comes, kid. Christ, I'm coming, I'm commmiiingg noowww!!!" And he did. The hot, heavy load of semen gushed from his stabbing cock and spurted into her heavenly cunt. It sloshed and bubbled, filling her and mingling with the thick load of her own juices, which had already swamped her hole. It felt like a ten-megaton explosion.

Francie gasped as the new wave of lust filled her, and was instantly set off to an orgasm by his hot geyser of semen. The man drove the hard shaft into her over and over again, hitting her with new fury and drawing out every drop of fucking come-juice her young body could produce. Their sex organs meeting made loud, wet sounds in the night and it was difficult for her not to scream aloud her pleasure. Instead, she moaned and groaned it in a rough whisper.

"Mmm, ooowww, yyeeesss, aaaggghhh!!" Her fingers clawed at his smooth, hard shoulders, trying to find a hold in the flesh to keep him close.

She was slick with their mingled perspiration, drenched with their mixture of sex secretions. Her whole body tingled hotly. When he finally slowed and came to rest atop her, she was gasping for breath.

She clung to him, her arms tight around his damp body as he lay on her.

She could feel the hot pressure of his chest and the curled dark hair that covered it on her tits. She could still feel the hard pressure of his cock in her cunt and the heavy pressure of his body against her clitoris. She wanted the pleasure to last forever.

But he pushed away after a few moments. "Wow, that was the best fuck I've had in a hell of a long time!" he said.

She smiled and reached for his cock as he pulled it from her cunt. It was still firm, but it had lost the rigid need it had been filled with before. She clamped her fist around the sticky wet shaft and stroked it gently. "Really, Mister Hawley?"

He fondled a tit and swung his legs over the side of the lounge chair so he could sit up. "Hell, yes! God Almighty, girl, you could please ten men!"

She giggled. "You don't mind that I'm only sixteen?" Francie asked softly.

He laughed and touched her hand where she held his prick so lovingly.

"For a kid, you know how to please that tool." He groped on the floor for his pants to get a cigarette. He lit it and inhaled deeply.

"Francie?"

"Yes, Mister Hawley?"

He dragged on the smoke and looked at her in the glow of the halo of light from the cigarette. "I want to see you again-soon."

She didn't answer right away and he squeezed her tit and poked his finger at the dormant nipple to bring it alive again. She felt the tremor run through her. She wanted to see him again. Lots…

"Okay?" he prompted.

She nodded and whispered, "Yes, Mister Hawley… yesss."

In the shadow of the trees, Robin was doubled up with the hot pain in her own belly, which had not been satisfied. She was confused, not sure what to do. She had never felt like this before, and it frightened her a little. She had set out to learn and widen her education about grownup things. Now she was caught in a tight, hot web that she couldn't free herself from. It hadn't helped to see and hear the lovemaking of her father and the neighbor girl. She had learned a lot, a lot indeed.

But now she had a very pressing and real problem. One of the things she learned too well was that her own body was longing for the ritual of love. Dazed, she realized now that what she felt was desire-even lust.

She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to experience the wonder of a hard cock in her body, feel it throb and push at her female flesh the way Francie had. Up until now, she had thought of sexual pleasure as something reserved for adults-like her mother and father. Now she realized it could happen much earlier than she had suspected. It had happened to Francie. It was trying to happen to her-her body was ready; she only needed a man.

She came back to reality with a start. The two figures in the summerhouse were stirring, getting ready to leave.

"… a quick swim to wash off," her father was saying.

"We shouldn't-"

"We can be very quiet. Christ, I can't go back into the cabin dripping with your cunt juice, baby… My wife's not all that dumb!"

Soft laughter. The two figures picked up the clothing they had scattered on the floor in their haste, and let themselves out of the screened enclosure. The two nude figures, arm in arm, ran softly down the slope to the water.

Robin waited until the man and the girl had eased themselves from the end of the dock into the lake. There was hardly a splash to betray their movements, and Robin could no longer see them. She pushed herself to a standing position, holding onto the tree until the tight coiled pain in her belly let up enough for her to stand. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the cool night air and trying to slow down her pounding heart. Then very slowly and carefully, she made her way back through the trees toward the cabin.