"Hot mom,hot daughters" - читать интересную книгу автора (Logan Brad)

CHAPTER ONE

When Ann answered the door, Pete gasped. He hadn't seen her for months, and she had changed. She had always just been Barb's big sister to him – good looking, big tits, long blond hair. But now she was a sexy dream.

"Come in," she said in a musical voice. "How have you been, Pete?"

"Fine. How've you been?"

"Terrific!" Ann said. "I'll tell Barb you're here."

She wiggled out of the room, called to Barb, then came back. Pete was glad she hadn't left him alone. He wasn't finished enjoying the sight of her.

She wore a skimpy blouse that let her tits rise into view, hiding only her nipples. And they weren't really hidden because he could see them as dark circles right through the pink material. Ann's golden hair was now curled around her face like fine shavings of oak.

"You've changed," Pete said, trying to pry his gaze off her gorgeous tits.

"You haven't. You're still staring at my tits, same as ever."

That made Pete look up at her face. She was smiling at him warmly, and although Pete was embarrassed he smiled back.

"Hi," Barb said as she came into the room.

Pete said hello to Barb, but he hardly took his gaze from Ann.

"Well, I'm off," Ann said. "See you later."

She walked out the front door with an exaggerated wiggle that made Pete swallow hard. Her wide ass, packed into her tight white pants, was an exciting sight.

"What do you think of her?" Barb asked.

"Wow!"

"Oh, Pete! You're so childish. Can't you see how cheap she's become," Barb said. "My parents are very upset. They think she looks like a whore."

"I think she looks great!"

Pete dropped the subject. After all, he hadn't come to fight – he'd come to grab some tits. And there was always the chance he would get fucked. Barb had been dropping hints that she was thinking about it. And his chances would be better if he didn't argue with her.

"Uh, your parents aren't home, are they?"

"No," Barb said. "You know they always go out on Saturdays. I don't suppose you would be here if they were home. You only come to see me for one thing anyhow."

"That's not true," Pete said as he went to where Barb had sat down on the couch. "I come to see you because I like you."

He sat close to Barb and put an arm around her shoulders. He pulled her closer and kissed her. At first, she didn't open her mouth to admit his tongue. Only after they had kissed a while and Barb was panting with lust through, her nose did her mouth open.

Why couldn't Barb be more like Ann? Pete stuck his tongue deep into her mouth to find her tongue.

Barb had one of her firm tits pressed to his chest. The guy was dying to grab it, but he knew it was too soon. Barb had to be a lot hotter than she was now before she let him play with her tits.

Sometimes it helped to put his hand on Barb's thigh. He moved it near her crotch until he felt the the heat of her cunt. Then, as always, Barb stopped him. But now she let him grab her tits.

Lifting his hand, Pete caught one big tit and caressed it. Barb inhaled sharply through her flaring nostrils as his fingers sank into her tit. Her nipple became erect as his palm pressed against it.

She loved having her tits massaged, Pete knew. And there were a lot of other things she would love if only she tried them.

A few times Barb had let Pete put his hand inside her blouse to play with her naked tits. Once, she had let him suck her nipples for a while. There didn't seem to be any pattern to her favors, so Pete constantly hoped she would someday let him fuck her. It was possible, after all.

"Mmmmmmm!" Barb moaned softly into Pete's mouth as he gave her tit a hard squeeze.

She seemed to be especially hot. So Pete tried far same bare tit.

He released his hold on her tit and brought his shaking hand to the buttons of her blouse. He was insane with suspense. He wanted so badly to get at the creamy smooth skin of her tits, but Barb could stop him merely by grabbing his wrist. The times she had grabbed his wrist in the past he had felt such a sharp disappointment he could have cried.

But this time he unbuttoned two buttons and slipped his hand into her blouse without her stopping him. Pete's hard cock began to vibrate in the prison of his pants.

His fingertips touched Barb's naked tit. Then his hand moved farther into her blouse, and he wrapped his hand tightly around her big tit.

"Oh, Pete!" Barb gasped in a voice that made his blood surge.

She loved it! That was obvious.

Now Pete buried his face in the nape of her long neck. He inhaled the sweet odor of her body as her blond hair tickled his nose.

"Ummm!" Barb hummed with passion as the guy kissed her beneath her ear.

He nibbled her ear lobe and stuck his tongue into her ear. She loved that. Besides, it took her mind off his fingers which were now unbuttoning the rest of her buttons.

Opening her blouse, Pete moved his hand back to her tits. He stroked his hand across her swollen tits, then gave each good workout. With his fingertips he examined her erect nipples.

His face was still tucked into the nape of Barb's neck. But he longed to lift his face and look down at her tits. The one time he'd sucked them it had been dark and he had only gotten a dim view. But he was afraid that Barb would close her blouse over her tits if he tried to look at them.

Still, he had to try. So after reaming her ear with his wet tongue, he raised his head and looked down at Barb's chest.

He held his breath. He'd never seen anything so beautiful! Her big tits were snowy white. Her nipples were pink and perfectly shaped circles with a gumdrop-sized bud in the center. Pete played softball, and he realized that Barb's tits were almost the exact size and shape of the balls used in that game.

"Pete, don't!" Barb whispered as she tried to throw her blouse closed over her tits.

Without realizing it, Pete grabbed her wrists and held them, preventing her from hiding her tits. She tried to pull her wrists away, shaking her tits with the effort.

The next thing Pete knew, he had dropped his face to one of her lovely tits and was sucking it. He let go of her wrists now – she couldn't close her blouse with his head at her tits, after all!

But Barb had no intention of closing her blouse now. Rather, she threw her arms around the guy's head and pulled his mouth tighter onto her nipple.

"That feels so good!" she uttered through clenched teeth.

With this mouth full of tit, Pete was going wild!

Pete's mouth was opened wide, and his teeth pressed into Barb's pliant titflesh. At the same time, his tongue poked around her nipple which was thrust deep into his mouth.

"Ohhhh!" Barb moaned, her lust obvious in her voice.

Pete was afraid to take his mouth from her nipple in case she closed her blouse suddenly. But Barb was moaning so passionately that he took the chance. He lifted his mouth from one nipple and moved it to the other.

"Ooo! Ah!" Barb cried as his mouth changed nipples and began sucking again.

Not only did Pete use his mouth on Barb's exposed tits, but he used both his hands on them too. One held the unsucked tit, and the other held the bulk of the tit he sucked – the portion he couldn't fit into his mouth.

As he feasted on Barb's nipples and titflesh, he began to hope for more. He was already planning a foray to her cunt. She had never been so wantonly excited before, and she might welcome his fingers in her cunt.

Pete lifted his wet face from her tits and kissed her hard on the mouth. He stuffed his tongue into her mouth as he pushed her down on the couch.

Barb moaned more desperately.

Steeling himself, Pete reached for Barb's waist. He found the snap that held her jeans closed and quickly opened it. Then he pulled down her zipper. Again he was terrified of feeling her hand on his wrist, stopping his quest for her pussy. He didn't know if he could stop now even if he wanted to.

But Barb didn't stop him. Now even when he stuck his hand down the front of her undies.

Pete's fingers slid through her cunt hair as he pressed his hand between her body and the tight crotch of her jeans. The tip of his middle finger met the upper corner of her cunt crack, making Pete's heart leap.

He forced his hand into her pants another half-inch before there simply was no more room. But now he had his finger in her pussy slot.

"Aaaa!" Barb cried in a tone Pete had never heard before.

Barb began wiggling like a hooked fish. And her moaning grew louder. In his innocence, Pete didn't know he had his finger on her clit. Instead, he longed to reach the mouth of her flowing pussy which he knew was just a big farther. But he had to get her pants pulled down before reaching it.

So he took his hand from the girl's pants. Then he lifted his mouth from hers.

"Oh, Pete!" Barb gasped with what sounded like disappointment to the teen.

But Pete grabbed her jeans and began to tug them down. Barb helped, much to his amazement and excitement.

As they pulled down her jeans, Pete scanned the girl with his eager gaze. He had known her for two years, had been necking with her for almost a year. Yet he hardly recognized her. First of all, he had never seen her with her gorgeous tits exposed. Second, the look on her pretty face was new – it was a mask of pure lust!

But, as Barb's jeans slipped past her wide hips, Pete looked down at her crotch. He gasped as her hairy pussy came into view. Between her thighs he saw the crack of her cunt, pink-lined and glistening with fuck juice!

After staring at her pussy for a few seconds, Pete grabbed at her.

"Ohhhh!" Barb cried.

She pulled his face to hers again and sucked his tongue into her mouth. But Pete hardly felt her teeth biting down on his tongue since all his attention was on the sensation of Barb's wet and hot cunt at his fingertips.

Now that Barb's cunt was stripped of any protective clothing, Pete's fingers reached down to the tender lips where her fuck juice seeped. Barb let her thighs sag open, opening the lips of her pussy. Pete's fingers entered that wet and slippery cunt.

"Ooooo!" Barb cried.

Still kissing the girl, Pete began exploring her pussy. He felt the hot syrup that soaked her cunt gash. Then he examined her delicate pussylips. Parting them, he sent his finger up her tight cunt.

Pete's heart pounded so hard he heard his pulse in his ears. He had never been so excited.

He searched Barb's pussy, sending his long middle finger all around inside. Then he pulled his finger out and slid it back and forth along her cunt slot. The way her wiggling pussylips slithered around his fingers made him want to take a good look at her cunt mouth. But he had to take things slowly. After all, if Barb stopped him now, it would be a real disaster!

"Oh, Pete!" Barb moaned.

As his fingers swarmed in her wide-open cunt, Barb shook in a fit of passion. Her wild writhing made Pete drunk with lust. He had never imagined a girl could be so hot. He'd never gotten this wild when he jerked off. What was the girl feeling that made her wiggle and moan like this?

Pete lifted his mouth from hers. As exciting as it was to have her moaning into his mouth, he had to see her in her bliss. Since he hardly believed this was happening, he needed visual proof.

Barb grabbed Pete's head and tried to bring his face back to hers. But he resisted, determined to look at the nearly naked girl as she went wild with lust.

The sight was startling! Her body writhed with quick, jerky movements which made her tits shake like jello. The muscles of her stomach were taut as she writhed. Looking at her cunt, Pete saw his hand dip past her pussy mound to her opened cunt. Lifting his head higher, he looked into her crotch. Pink folds of flesh held his fingers like an envelope.

"Oh, Pete!" Barb sighed as she grabbed his head and pulled it down to her tits.

Again Pete gobbled her nipples. The sight of her shaking body had doubled his lust, so now as he sucked her tits he shook almost as much as Barb did.

"Eeee!" she began wailing.

Her voice scared Pete. It was like a siren going off right next to his ear. So he jerked his head up again and looked at the girl.

Now her body bucked madly! Her firm tits bounced up and down and her hips did a hula dance, grinding her pussy on Pete's hand. Looking at the girl's face was even more exciting. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was wide open.

At first, Pete thought something was wrong with her. Had he hurt her cunt with his fingers? Then he realized she wasn't in pain, but was out of her mind with pleasure. She was coming!

So Pete kept his finger stirring and fucking her cunt. He watched with bulging eyes as Barb went through the rapture of a fabulous orgasm.

Gradually she slowed and quieted until she was limp and gasping. Her tits heaved, and her body convulsed a few more times. Then she opened her eyes and saw Pete looking down at her with a shocked expression.

"That was beautiful!" she said as she hugged the guy and pulled him down to her.

Pete loved being held to her sweaty tits. But his prick was about to rip through his pants.

"Let me fuck you!" Pete said softly, hopefully. He felt the girl stiffen, but he still hoped she would fuck him. After all, it would be inhuman to leave him in such a state of desperation.

"I'll beat you off," she said. "Will that be all right?"

Pete's heart skipped a beat. Where had Barb heard of beating a guy off? Had her sister been coaching her? In any case, Pete jumped at the chance. It wasn't as good as fucking, but it was a lot better than anything else he'd ever gotten.

So he jumped up and pulled down his pants. He watched Barb's face as he showed her his hard and throbbing prick. She was fascinated.

Dropping down beside Barb again, Pete brought his prick within her reach. He sat still, watching the girl marvel at the strange sight of an erect prick.

"God! It's so big!" Barb whispered as she sat up, leaning forward.

Slowly, her hands moved toward his cock, the closer they got, the more his prick jerked.

"What makes it twitch like that?" Barb asked.

"That's my heart pounding. Blood makes a prick hard."

Both her hands descended on his cock, grabbing his prick like a baseball bat.

"It's head is so soft," Barb said as Pete panted with the excitement of having her hands on his prick.

As she moved her hands around on his prickshaft and cockhead, Pete wiggled and gasped. Her lightly exploring fingers were going to make him come before long.

But Barb let his prick go and lifted his balls. She held them in one hand and petted them with the other.

"Gee!" she sighed in amazement.

The pressure in Pete's balls was becoming painful. He had to shoot before his gism erupted anyhow.

"Hold it here," he said as he put Barb's hand around his thick cockshaft. "And move the skin up and down like this."

He set her hand pumping, then released it and slumped back as she jerked him off.

"Is this right?" she asked.

"Yeahhhh! A little faster."

With her tits hanging over his prick, Barb stroked his cock, tugging the loose skin over his bloated prickhead, then down and up again.

Having a hand other than his own on his prick was heavenly. And having a hand belonging to such a gorgeous creature as Barb was almost unbelievable.

"Uhhh!" Pete gasped as his orgasm exploded.

"Wow!" Barb yelled as gobs of thick white fuck cream leaped from his cockhead.

She kept her hand quickly pumping up and down on his shooting cock. Some of Pete's jism landed on her tits and then drooled down her belly. One shot hit her cheek. But she kept pumping like a champ.

She jerked his cock till he was drained. Her hand slowed, then stopped.

"Was that all right?" she asked.

"Oh, it was great!" Pete said.

Barb wiped jism from her face and tits, feeling it between her fingers.

"Is that what you do to yourself when you're horny?" she asked.

"Yeah, but it never feels as good as it did this time," Pete said. "Do you rub your cunt to make yourself come?"

"Uh-huh," Barb admitted, averting her eyes coyly. "But it never felt as good as when you did it."

They hugged each other until Pete's prick was stiff again, which didn't take long. But before they could begin again, Barb's parents' car pulled into the driveway. So they both jumped up and pulled up their pants. Barb quickly buttoned her blouse. When her mother and father walked into the living room, the teens looked like they had been necking, but the didn't look like they had jerked each other off.

"Hello, Pete," Mrs. Clark said. "Will you stay for dinner?"

"No, I have to get going," he said. "My mother wants me to do some chores before dinner."

Actually, Pete had to go because he wanted to be along to think about what had happened. He wanted to savor this treat, making it last.