Like Father, Like Son - Sex Stories

Like Father, Like Son

... and prodded at that spongy thing and then I felt an opening of some kind. So I gave a lusty shove and the last inch of my cock sunk in her. She squealed and her legs started flopping around. I looked down, and there, right in front of me, was one of those long thick nipples of hers. I wanted to taste it, so I sucked on it. As soon as I gave it a good suck I felt Christy's pussy clamp down on my prick. I couldn't have moved it one way or the other if my life had depended on it. Then her pussy rippled! I swear, that's what it felt like. It was the same kind of action I use when I milk the cow. Her pussy started milking my dick, just like that. That was so fantastic that before I knew it I felt the first shot of my juice rocketing through my cock. It slammed out and into her. Then I wanted to pull back, because I wanted to ram it in her as hard as I could. I did that and felt that tight little inner mouth slide all over the tip of my cock. I shoved it back in there and let fly six or seven healthy strings of what I knew was the sticky/slippery white stuff that was my sperm. Again Christy moaned about feeling it all hot and wet inside her, and I suddenly realized I hadn't asked her if I could shoot in her and make her pregnant. "Christy ..." I groaned. "I'm sorry honey, I forgot to ask first." My cock gave her another dollop of cream. "S'Ok, Brad" she huffed, slamming her pussy up against mine. "You can ask me next time." She grunted as she tried to make her pussy slide up even ...

... more onto my exploding cock. "Do you think maybe you could suck on my nipples some more?" she panted. I was most happy to oblige. Well, the dance came and I collected Melissa at her house with an extra horse for her. I found out why she wanted to ride in short order. We weren't a mile from her house when she started grinding her jeans-clad pussy into the saddle and had herself a nice little cum. If it hadn't been for Daddy teaching me and Christy, I'd have never known what she was doing, but I could recognize a girl cumming just about instantly now. In those parts we had mostly barn dances, so jeans and boots was standard. We did some rock and roll and some slow dances, but there was a lot of country dancing too. The sad thing was it turned out Melissa was what they call a cock tease. She like to get me going, but if I let my hands wander she'd slap them and hiss "Not here". So when we were on the way home I suggested that we weren't there any more, and that I'd sure like to see what those nice soft breasts she'd been pressing against me all night looked like. I don't think she was expecting me to be that bold, but I had a new-found confidence that came from the look of gratitude in my s****r's eyes as her pussy milked my cock of its manly load. Anyhow, she muttered and made excuses and stuff until I finally figured out that she wasn't wanting to do anything except maybe kiss a little. I was some unhappy. My balls were aching a little, and I WOULD like to have seen those soft ...