Jeff Davis - The preacher_s daughters

Louise pushed back against the insistent hand of her husband. He was urging her face down across his belly toward the rock-hard shaft of his cock. Her mind and her body rebelled against the demand he was making. It wasn't the first time that he had tried to coax her to perform the repulsive act.

"No, Martin!" she hissed. Her hand caught his wrist and pulled his hand away from, the back of her head.

He groaned disappointedly and let his hand drop to his side. Louise almost sighed. She lay rigid at his side for several minutes, both silent. Finally, she let her slim fingers creep across his hairy belly and circled the base of his still rigid shaft. Her fingers stroked the pulsing shaft, slowly, gently.

Martin remained still and quiet as her hand stirred him to the heat of lust. He was reluctant to surrender but her fingers were doing their work.

"Ooooo!" she cooed. "It's so hot! I want it inside me, sooo bad!"

Her whispered words and the urging of her hand dissolved the last of his reluctance. He rolled toward her, his hand falling between her firm thighs, his fingers combing through the soft bush of curly hair. He probed between the fleshy lips and found her slit hot and wet. Her legs parted as she rolled onto her back. His fingers plunged into the slushy tunnel of her cunt, his palm pressing against the top of the crevice. Her hips began to work slowly.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her hand tugging feverishly at his cock.

Martin wasn't giving in that easy, despite his passion and desire. His probing finger slid from her cunt and sliced up between the slippery lips, finding the hard little knob of her clit. He stroked and teased it for a moment or two, enjoying the effect that it had on her.

Louise felt the strum of his finger on her love button and waves of heat shot through her. Her hips lifted and her legs opened wider. She panted through her parted lips, her tongue flicking across her dry mouth. Her last thread of inhibition seemed to melt away. Her body screamed for the blunt end of his cock pressing against the entrance of her cunt.

"Oh, please! Do it!" she rasped, her fingernails raking his skin as she pulled at his body.

Through the haze of her passion, Louise could tell that he was on the brink of losing control. She urged and begged, jerking each time his finger flicked across her clit. She felt as if there was a searing fire boiling in her insides. Her ass bounced and her legs flexed.

"Please! Martin, please!"

He trembled and rolled his body onto hers. Her full firm thighs opened as he slid between them. Louise shivered as she felt his muscular thighs pressing against the tender skin of her inner thighs and the hot knob of his cock bumping against the lips of her pussy. Her hips rose and she clawed at his back. She felt his hand dip between them and guide the head of his cock into the mushy hole of her cunt.

"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed as she felt the blunt end of his cock part the fleshy lips and push into the entrance of her pulsing cunt.

His hips paused and then dropped, driving his cock into her. She jerked and locked her legs behind his thighs. She pulled and clutched at his shoulders. She gritted her teeth and strained up against him until she felt his balls bump against her upturned ass. She shivered and let her mind slip away and her body take over.

Her ass lifted and fell with each slow thrust of his cock, trying to get it just a little deeper inside. Her whole body seemed to hunger for the flood of warmth that he would soon spurt into her. She urged and thrashed, feeling her own pleasure building and nearing release.

"Ooooo, sooo good!" she whined against his shoulder.

"What is?" he asked.

His question sank in slowly. Her mind wrestled to try to cope with the question. Her body was too much in control for it to succeed.

"What's good?" he repeated.

"Oh, your thing," she squeaked.

His hips stopped suddenly and held just the bulbous head of his cock inside her cunt. He stared down at her, a strange look in his eyes. Through the slits of her eyes she looked up at him and tried to understand what he was trying to do.

"Don't stop!" she whimpered.

"Then say it!" His voice was harsh and demanding.

She tried to scoot up and pull his cock back inside her but he held her off. She moaned and soft desperation surge up inside her.

"Say what?" she rasped.

"What feels so good?"

"Y your cock," her words came, almost inaudible.

"What? I didn't hear you," he tormented.

"Your cock!" she replied, louder. The word came out only after she had forced it to. Her mind was still fighting to reach the surface and take control of her being. Her lust had reached the point of no return. Deep down, she felt a strange thrill as she used the word. She had always tried to keep her mind and language clean. Now, he had forced her to say it and she knew that she had felt an unexplainable pleasure.

"Your pussy feels fantastic," he whispered into her ear as he eased his cock back to the hilt in her wet, spasming hole.

"Quick, do it! Push your cock into it!" she rasped. Her passion was reaching the peak. She could feel the tension in her belly like a taut wire.

"Good fucking!" he muttered through gritted teeth as he plunged in and out of her.

"Oh! Oh! Oooo, yeeessssss!" she whined. Her body strained up into an arch and her muscles stiffened. The dam broke and the tension snapped. Pleasure exploded like a bomb in her belly and flashed through her body.

Her cunt squeezed and milked at his thrusting cock as she climaxed. Martin moaned into her neck and shivered. His body stiffened and Louise felt the surge of heat as his balls emptied into her. She shuddered and came again.

"Oh, fill it full, baby!" she gurgled as his cock convulsed inside her, splashing his hot thick cum into the spasming tunnel of her cunt.

Long seconds dragged as they hovered bodies rigid, pleasure washing through them. Slowly, Louise eased back to the bed and he followed her, his panting breath, hot on her neck. He rolled slowly from her body, his cock sliding from her cunt, leaving it oozing the slippery juices of their love making.

Louise sighed and cuddled to his hard body, her thighs squeezing the lips of her pussy, trying to close in his cum.

Kathy shivered as she lay in her bed, on the other side of the wall from her parent's bed. She had lain quietly, almost afraid to move listening to their love making. Her thirteen-year-old body was feverish and tingling from her eavesdropping. Her young mind had tried to comprehend what the sounds and voices had represented, without too much success.

She knew the basic facts of life and that sex was a pleasurable thing, confined to marriage. But the pest few months as she had matured and the girls her age at school had matured, she had been exposed to some new and different viewpoints on the subject.

She thought of the book that Sharon, her friend, had brought to school one day. She had found it in her parents' bedroom and slipped it out with her. The two of them had sneaked quick peeks at it during school and then had hidden in the garage at Kathy's house and studied the text and the pictures carefully.

As Kathy had listened to the muffled sounds of her parents making love, she had recalled several of the pictures and tried to picture her mother and father in the various positions and acts. The effort had been partially successful. But it had left her feeling strange. Her young body was hot as if she had a fever and she itched down between her legs. She had kicked the sheet off and pulled up her cotton gown to try to cool off. The crotch of her panties felt hot and sticky.

Timidly, her small hand slid across her flat tummy and over the soft cloth of the undergarment. She hesitated for a moment, remembering her mother's admonition to not touch herself there. Curiosity got the better of her and she let her finger touch the band of cloth between her thighs. It was hot and damp. The touch of her finger on the firm fleshy lips, sent a strange sensation of pleasure through her small body. She almost flinched with the feeling.