Brad Harris - Daughter hot pants

"Hey, where did that sweet little cunt come from?" the new tenant asked as a curvy little brunette swung past them and walked through the apartment complex. "Oooooh, wouldn't I like to run my cock into that little tail."

"Stay clear of that piece," his friend cautioned. "That's off limits. She's the owner's daughter."

"So she's John Phillips' daughter," the first snapped back, "so what? John fucks every unmarried cunt around and half the married ones. I hear his son does the same."

"Sure, sure," his sandy-haired companion soothed, "but his delicious little daughter is not part of the game around here. Old John protects her like she was the Virgin Mary herself."

"A few more years," the taller man commented, "and I expect that little piece of tail is going to have her own ideas. You see the way she walked? You see how she swung that ass for us? You see the way she sticks out those luscious tits? That little lady is ready to be fucked!"

Mikki Phillips heard only a part of the conversation behind her. She heard the first comment of the tall, good-looking man. That was enough to bring an expression of distaste to the girl's face. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That's all they ever thought about! She clenched her teeth and walked rapidly along the walk, ignoring the slow tinge that rippled through her cunt.

The new tenant must be Mr. Davidson. She'd heard her dad and brother talking last night about Mrs. Davidson's appearance. Both the men in her life were looking forward to having the slender young blonde wife as part of the apartment community. The girl smiled as she imagined how Giselda up in 12-B would feel about having another sexy blonde about. Giselda was her dad's regular girl friend, at least when he wasn't screwing one of the other women. He always came back to Giselda, tough. He might lay someone else during the day, but he could always be found up in 12-B at night.

What was her daddy trying to prove? The girl wondered. Why did he feel as though he had to put the make on every available female? What was lacking in his life, that he did all this? What did Daddy need?

She pondered her questions as she turned between two of the apartment buildings and walked towards the cottage, which was nestled, between this complex and the apartments beyond.

When John Phillips bought up the property and tore down the old residences before constructing all his apartments, he left the one cottage as his personal residence. His ex-wife was only too happy to send the kids down from Tahoe, where they had been getting in her hair and in the way of some of her sex parties.

Mikki knew that she was about the only girl in her class who still had her cherry. That was not the fault of the boys, she admitted with a shudder. Perhaps if she didn't have 36-inch tits it would be easier for her to escape the constant male attention. She was not ashamed of her body, though. She'd be damned if she'd let them make her feel guilty for having the best figure in high school. She had to even admit a pleasure at their attention. She did like the whistles. She adored the stares of the boys. She just didn't like the wrestling with them her luscious body made inevitable.

Like earlier this afternoon. Larry Plunkett had offered her a tide home. Everything was going along nicely until he pulled in at the Malt Shop for a milkshake for her. She waited as he ran in and picked up their orders. When he got back in the car, his eyes were on her tits, gleaming in anticipation. He sat her shake on the opened-door to the glove compartment, then pulled her against him.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What I've wanted to do all term," he told her. His hand dropped over her shoulder and cupped one of her tits. Mikki twisted free of him and tried to turn the seat to face him. He caught her again by the shoulders and pulled her roughly across the seat. His mouth came over her lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth and lapping about. His hand went for her tits again while his other grabbed along her thigh.

"This afternoon I'm just going to kiss you," he panted, "but one of these days I'm going to get you where I can do a hell of a lot more than that."

The girl felt his hand emphasize his intent by slipping farther up her thigh and clutching at her cunt-mound. He was mashing on her tit roughly as she struggled to break free of his embrace.

Mikki pretended to submit for a moment, then suddenly jerked loose and scrambled out of the car. She knocked the shake over, then was out the door. She saw Larry look down in horror at the mess running over the carpet in his car, and smiled in satisfaction at the trouble she had caused.

"While you're cleaning that up," she hissed, "I'll walk home. I'll be a hell of a lot safer than sitting in the car with you."

She still was angry at him. The memory of the struggle brought her temper up once more. The fact that her body had been tingling from his touch made her that much angrier. Damn them all anyway, them and their hot, hard cocks.

She swung her ass petulantly as she walked up the steps of the cottage and charged through the front door. The brunette felt a relief at being home, at being enveloped in the security of the house. Larry would be madder than hell when he got over the surprise and the job of cleaning up his car. He might even come by here to try to argue with her about it all. Well, no way! She didn't want to see him again today.

Mikki walked back towards the bedrooms. She stopped abruptly as she heard noises coming from her brother's room. Don must have company, that or he was talking to himself. She started to walk on past his open door when she heard a woman's voice. The woman wasn't exactly talking. She was making soft moaning sounds.

"Oooohhh," the feminine voice groaned. "Ooohh Don, that feels so good."

Mikki stepped quietly to the door and peeked in. Her brother and the red-haired divorcee from 8-A were in bed together. They were both naked and Don was bending across her, sucking one of her tits while he caressed and massaged the other.

The young brunette gasped as she watched the sensuous writhing of the two bodies. She knew she should turn back to the front of the house and wait for them to finish before she went to her room. She should, but she stood frozen, watching the glistening bodies as they twisted about on the bed.

"Mmmmmmm," Don murmured to the redhead, "these are the sweetest tits I've had in my hands in along time."

He went back to work with his mouth, sucking softly on the heaving jug while his tongue depressed the tight nipple. His right hand fingered the soft flesh of her other tit while his left hand caressed along her thigh and up into the lush growth of auburn hair over her cunt.

"Yesssss!" the redhead sighed as she reached out until she was able to get her hands on his rigid, throbbing cock. She fingered it gingerly, then clamped her hand around it and began to pump it slowly and sensuously.

Mikki stood with her mouth open in horror. She had never seen an erect prick before. She had seen cocks, of course. She had seen pictures in biology books. She had seen the small pecker on her cousin's baby sons. She had seen a boy's cock once when she was seven years old, and she had played show-me with the little guy who lived next door at the time. A hard, swollen prick, though, was something new. She gasped at the enormity of it. The thought of all that meat going into a woman's pussy was frightening. It was frightening and exciting at the same time. She suddenly wanted to see it go in. She wanted to see Don fuck this woman.

"Oooohhh," the redhead continued to sigh and moan. "Ooohhh, what a man-sized cock! Now I know why I accepted your invitation. I can get a prick whenever I need it but one like this is pretty special."