"Horny little daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Todd Ray)

CHAPTER ONE

This was a vacation that Barry and Fran Hardin had looked forward to for a long time. Their dream of spending a month in Hawaii had finally come true.

Fran was standing the balcony, looking out at the brilliant reds and golds of the breathtaking sunset that filled the western sky. The trade winds that had been blowing all afternoon had dropped and the tropical evening air was calm and warm. Wearing a light summer dress, the beautiful woman with her long dark hair certainly didn't look thirty-five.

Looking down from the balcony of their horseshoe-shaped condominium, she could see her children splashing around in the pool below. Her son, Pat, was a tall teenager with a fine athletic body and a handsome young face. Her daughter, Becky, was a little younger, blonde, with big blue eyes.

Fran had been more or less responsible for raising the two children because her husband, Barry, was an archeologist who was always traveling to remote parts of the world. With the long separations in their marriage, they had drifted apart, and both of them were hoping this vacation could bring them closer together.

Looking at the blazing tropical sunset, Fran her thoughts drift back to Fred Warner in Oregon.

Unknown to her husband, Fran had been welcoming their mutual friend, Fred, into her bed for the past two years when Barry was gone. It had been extremely lonesome for Fran and Barry out of the country so much, and without Fred, the highly sexual woman would have lost her mind. As an old friend of the family, her children were never suspicious when Fred was always hanging around the house.

Shortly before Barry returned from South America earlier this month, Fred had asked Fran if she might consider divorcing her husband and marrying him.

"I just don't know," she had told her lover. "I'm very fond of you but, after all, Barry is the father of our children."

"Yes," he had argued. "But what kind of a father? He's gone most of the time, leaving you to raise them on your own."

Because of Fred's constant persuasion, Fran had finally decided to ask Barry for a divorce when he got home. But when her husband had arrived and suggested that the family take a vacation in Hawaii for a month, she had decided to give their marriage one more chance before giving it up. They had only been here a few days, and even with their children along, it was like a second honeymoon for both Fran and Barry.

Leaving the balcony, Fran walked back into their apartment, where she stepped over to the bar to fix martinis. She knew that Barry would be out of the shower in a few moments and she wanted to have a drink ready for him. She wanted this vacation to be something really special for the two of them.

"What are we doing this evening?" Barry asked a little later as they sat sipping their cocktails.

"Barney and Rhoda Burke, the couple we met yesterday, have asked us to join them and a few of their friends for drinks by the pool," she answered.

"That sounds fine," said the man.

There were three couples sitting around a table when Fran and Barry went down to join the party. It was a very informal group, with the men wearing the traditional flowered shirts and the women in shorts or colorful, brief dresses.

Rhoda Burke, an exceptionally shapely and attractive redhead in her later twenties, introduced Fran and Barry to the other guests.

As time passed, and with the liquor flowing freely, the party became progressively noisier. Conversation had to almost be shouted, to be heard over the laughter and the small combo that was playing for the people who were dancing beside the pool. After several drinks, Barry was drawn more and more to Rhoda. Burke. He couldn't understand why the vibrant young redhead was married to Barney Burke, a balding man in his mid-fifties, Barry couldn't keep his gaze away from Rhoda's shapely bare legs that were so provocatively, exposed beneath her short, flowered dress.

Watching her as she sat with her husband, Barry couldn't help but glance down as she slightly spread her legs. His eyes followed her sleek, parted thighs as they extended up between her short dress. When the beautiful redhead parted her legs farther, his eyes traveled along her smooth, naked flesh until they came to a shocked stop.

When he'd expected to get a glimpse of panties, he got a clear, unobstructed view of her little red-fringed pussy. Nervously glancing up at her face, he saw the young woman smiling at him, obviously aware of the effect her bare pussy was having on him.

Coyly closing her legs and standing up, she moved around the table and sat down in a chair next to him. Smiling, she leaned over toward Barry with her elbow resting on the arm of her chair. This gave the man a clear view of her cleavage exposed by the deep, open neckline of her dress. A portion of one of her big crimson nipples was revealed against the soft, white flesh of her lush tit.

"Mr. Hardin," she said, curving her full sensuous lips into a smile. "I understand that you've just returned from South America."

"That's right," he nervously replied, finding himself talking to her tits rather than her face.

Embarrassed, he lifted his eyes to hers, but she was innocently smiling as if she didn't know the effect she was having on him.

"That must be a fascinating place," she continued.

"It is," he murmured, his gaze once more drifting down to her creamy tits. "If you like jungle."

"Where were you in South America?"

"The Amazon."

"D'ya wanta dance?" she asked.

"Sure," he answered, seeing that his wife was already dancing.

Walking over to the area where the people were dancing, he gently took her into his arms.

"You're certainly an attractive young lady," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Hardin," the lovely woman whispered, arching her hips forward and rotating her cunt against his crotch.

"Call me Barry," he croaked.

"Okay, Barry," she whispered, throwing her head back and smiling up at him with teasing eyes, her pelvis pushing harder as she ground her crotch more insistently against him.

Barry smiled as he moved his hand down lower on her back, drawing the lovely young woman still closer, instinctively returning the pressure with his own groin.

As they danced slowly around the pool, their genitals were pressed hotly together.

"You're a good dancer," she whispered rotating her cunt against the hard bulge that was rapidly expanding in his pants.

Barry could feel the moist heat of her aroused pussy burning against him through their clothes.

"That sure feels like a nice big cock," Rhoda giggled, grinding her pussy against it.

"What cock wouldn't be big with you teasing it?" he laughed.

"Barry," she asked in a throaty whisper. "Will you fuck me sometime?"

"Don't worry about Barney," she giggled. "He wouldn't care."

"You seem so awfully young to be married to him," Barry commented.

"Not young enough," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"He's always sniffing after pissy little teenagers," Rhoda giggled. "The younger the better."

"Then why do you stay with him?"

"Well, he's a fantastic pussy-eater, a fairly good cocksman and he's filthy rich."

"I see," laughed Barry. "That seems to answer my question."

Rhoda continued grinding her hot little cunt against his cock until the music stopped.

"Are you gonna fuck me sometime?" she whispered again and they walked back to join the group.

"That's for sure," he promised. When Barry and his wife returned to their apartment after the party, the man was in a wild state of sexual arousal. Rhoda had teased his prick to an erection that refused to subside. As a rather handsome man in his early forties, Barry had always gotten fucked silly when he was away from home. Even in the most remote parts of the world, he always managed to find some cunt to fuck, and now the thought of lay big Rhoda Burke was very appealing to him. Realizing that he was now with Fran again, and knowing she wouldn't approve of infidelity, he was wondering how he could get into the hot little redhead's panties without his wife finding out about it.

As he climbed into bed with Fran, his prick was throbbing longingly. Neither of them was wearing anything, and the pretty woman backed her ass up against her husband after turning out the bedside light.

"Oh, God," she giggled, suddenly feeling the hot hardness of his stiff prick against, her bare ass. "You're really ready tonight."

Still clutching the base of his cock-shaft, Fran guided his pulsing prick into the smoldering wetness of her slippery cunt. His rigid fuck-pole seemed wildly alive to her as he slowly eased it in. Her soaking hot cunt-sheath sensuously surrounded his trapped, prick as it pushed in between the sucking lips of her lust-inflamed pussy.

Fran's hips were rotating in tight little circles on the bed us his thick, hard prick slowly sank into her gulping pussy. His bloated cock continued pushing up into her hot sucking fuck-hole until the entire length seemed to disappear into the juicy mouth of her grasping cunt.

"Oh, sweet darling," she whispered. "Now just fuck me to death."

With the vivid memory of Rhoda's juicy little red-fringed pussy etched on his mind, Barry began plunging his juice-slickened cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. With her arms around his shoulders and her heels planted firmly on the mattress, Fran was slamming her crotch up to meet his every deep, hard thrust.

They began picking up the pace as their lurching bodies slammed together. Both of them were almost out of their mind with ecstasy as his thick prick slammed in and out of her hotly clinging cunt.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" chanted Fran to the tempo of their frantic humping. "Oh, shit, this feels good… so good… so wonderful! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" With his eyes closed and visualizing that his cock was plunging into Rhoda's hot pussy, he was fucking deeper and deeper with every thrust. He could still feel the sexy redhead's hot moist pussy burning through his clothes as they had danced. The man could vividly see her big turgid nipples when she'd leaned over to talk to him at the table.

"Fuck, darling, fuck!" she squealed with joy. "Shit, this is good!"

The feel of his hard prick vibrating against her cunt walls as he plunged it in and out was making her gasp with passion. It almost blew her mind the way he was fucking deep, into her with a controlled rhythm.

"Oh, sweet fuckin' darling!" she gasped when her handsome husband began speeding the tempo of his hard thrusts. "It's so fucking good, honey! Oh, shit how I love your beautiful big prick!"

The thick meatiness of the man's hard cock was carrying her to new heights of ecstasy as his glorious fuck-tool drilled deeper and deeper into the hot wetness of her slippery cunt-slit.

Barry was even more excited by the unusual hotness of his wife's sucking pussy tonight. The juice-slickened walls of her cunt were sucking and milking his cock with a wild passion. The softness of her naked tits against his chest even added more to the excitement that was surging through his body.

"Oh, you sweet fucker," she whispered as her handsome husband fucked his hard cock deep into her pleasure crazed fuck-hole. "Oh, fuckin' Goddamn, what a fuck-tool."

On and on they fucked, his big prick pounding lustfully into the near-hysterical woman's cunt. With her long, shapely legs scissored around his back, she was goading him on by digging her bare heels into the crack of his wildly humping ass.

"Oh, shit, Barry!" she excitedly panted, locking her legs more tightly around his frantically lurching body. "Fuck that cunt, honey! Fuck it harder… harder!"

"Okay, you horny little bitch," he panted. "You asked for it, and now you're gonna get it!"

"I know! I know!" she squealed, writhing her hot, juicy cunt up tighter around the base of his big plunging prick. "I just want you to fuck the livin' shit out of me!"

To Fran's delight, her big muscular husband began drilling his thick, juice-slickened prick into her steaming cunt with all his strength.

"Oh, yes, you beautiful big stud!" she cried out. "That's what I need, darling! Just fuck me to death!"

Screaming with passion, the raven-haired beauty was taking the full force of his wild assault and begging for more.

"Ride me, baby, ride me!" the woman shrieked at the top of her lungs, slamming her crotch up to receive the full force of his battering thrusts.

"Oh, God," Barry panted, pounding his big tingling prick even deeper into her writhing pussy. "It's so good… can't hold back… can't wait much longer!"

"Let it come, darling," she whimpered. "Shoot it out! I'm almost there, too!"

"Oh, shit!" he sobbed. "I'm gonna squirt… gonna squirt!"

"Yessssss! Yesssssss, darling!" squealed Fran. "Fill me with it! I'm ready… ready!"

"Uuuuuuuuggggghhh!" he grunted, driving his ready-to-explode cock still deeper into his wife's scalding cunt.

"Yes! Yes!" she shrieked. "Shoot, honey, shoot! I'm gonna come with you!"

"Oh Goddamn… uhhhhhh… here it comes!" the wildly, humping man gasped, driving his big lust-bloated cock in and out with hard, jerking strokes. "Here it comes!"

As his ass pumped wildly, his massive cock began spewing wad after wad of hot thick cum into her madly sucking pussy. Bouncing and writhing beneath him, Fran could feel every slippery drop as it splattered up into the depths of her cunt, triggering her own wild orgasm.

Feverishly slamming her cunt-slit up and down over his spurting cock-shaft, Fran was joyfully riding the waves of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. Barry responded by driving his belching prick deeper and deeper into his wife's spasming fuck-hole.

Puffing and panting, the couple clung to each other as their wild climaxes completely overwhelmed them.

"Oh, Barry," Fran whispered when she finally caught her breath. "That was the wildest fuck we've ever had."

"It certainly was," he panted, suddenly realizing it was his wife in his arms and not Rhoda Burke.