Jan wondered what her father would do if he found out she wasn't wearing the suit at all-or anything else for that matter, except her gold locket. She was dangling her suit in one hand. The colorful scraps of cloth fluttered in the breeze as her bare toes dug into the soft sand. The air and sun probed every inch of her graceful, slender body. Daddy would have a stroke if he found out, she decided.
He had given her the fish eye when he had seen her in the bikini. If the gang hadn't been waiting, she knew he would have sent her back to change. She had never had any intention of winding up strolling down the beach naked. Her belly muscles knotted. Her heart was beating very quickly. The touch of the sea breeze made her nipples stand up sharply. She tried to ignore the way Mike's half-erect cock was bobbing and swaying ominously. She felt her sweaty palm squirm against his as they held hands. Her shoulder brushed his tanned arm. Maybe Daddy was right, Mike was too old for her. He was nineteen, a sophomore in college, while she was only a sophomore in high school.
God, his cock looked big! She tried to reassure herself, tell herself they weren't going to do that. She didn't believe they wouldn't though, not down deep in her guts. And it had all started so innocently: a trip to the beach with Mary Kay and Sammy.
They had played games with the waves, dancing out of their reach, turned over rocks and driftwood, skipped flat stones over the small pools. Then they had come to the fat rope dipping from post to post, and paused. The people beyond the barrier were nude.
“Well?” Sammy had asked. “I'm game,” Mike had answered.
“Me, too,” Mary Kay chimed in. Jan had gulped, suddenly frightened, but had no choice. The question was obvious, and so was her answer. “Uh, yeah, sure,” she had agreed, her voice squeaking. She was abruptly aware that she was the youngest, by three years.
Sammy had grinned at Jan as he untied the waist of his suit and skinned it down and off. Jan hadn't been able to take her eyes off his rising cock, his balls, and his thick black bush of hair. When she managed to tear her eyes off Sammy, she saw Mike's tool. It was even larger and more threatening than Sammy-it was stiffer, bolder, longer, and scarier-because Mike, not Sammy, was her steady. Mary Kay had shed the top of her bikini and revealed her ample, pale breasts. They were soft and lush looking. Her large areolae were blushing red. Her nipples were pert points. Then Mary Kay stripped the bottom of her suit down and exposed her dense, dark brown muff and a thrusting, hungry mons. “Well?” Sammy had asked, his teeth bared in a predatory grin. Jan had felt all six eyes on her and felt the blush rising in her like a hot tide. “Oh, uh, yeah,” she stammered. She had fought the urge to turn her back on them. Her hands shaking, she undid her top first, exposing the soft round hills of her breasts. They were still too young and small to show any sag, any crease on the underside. Her small, darting pink nipples hummed with excitement at being set free. She heard Mike suck his breath in through his teeth, and was pleased. Feeling clumsy and awkward, she stripped the bottom of her suit down and felt a warm breeze stir the dainty wisps of her almost invisible pubic bush. She didn't have a thick shield of hair over her slit. The pouting lips showed as clearly as they would on a girl half her age. Her pale blonde hair gleamed like spun gold, misting her pale pink flesh. “Let's go, okay?” she squeaked, dangling her suit in one hand. She hadn't looked at any of them. So now, here they were, strolling along a beach dotted with nude sunbathers. Some lay on their bellies, the rounded hills of their buttocks tanning slowly. Others were on their backs. Generally, the women's breasts were flattened by gravity, their nipples placid and at rest. A few couples snuggled and touched, but nothing more than that. Jan had never imagined cocks came in such a variety of shapes and sizes. She studied each prick as they walked past. Some were large, some small, some fat, some skinny. Some were circumcised, some were not, some were dark, some were pale. Some were soft and limp. Most were, in fact. But, as one man's eyes tracked her, she saw his penis lifting like a snake raising its head, preparing to strike.
“Let's go in the water,” she urged Mike abruptly, tugging him in the direction of the waves. “Sure,” he agreed. Dropping their suits on the sand, they sprinted into the ocean, hand in hand, and fell in a cascade of foam as an incoming wave tripped them. Hot, slippery bare skin brushed Jan's and new feelings raged through her unexpectedly. She had felt sort of this way before during heavy petting sessions, but this was wilder, hotter, different. Pulling away from Mike, she dove under a breaking wave and burst to the surface beyond the surf. She bobbed up and down on the swells, and then Mike erupted beside her, and his arms were around her, and they were in a warm embrace. His lips were nuzzling the side of her neck, and her pulse was racing. She felt the chill water go deep into her naked pussy as she kicked and squirmed in response. “Mike, no!” she panted desperately as she felt his finger curl into her pussy, probe deep into her seething vagina, spread the tight, clinging walls.
She spluttered as a wave washed over her head. She was ablaze with incredible desire, a hot, seething urge she had had only hints of before. “NO!” she yelped, breaking free, feeling his finger leave her. She struck out for the shore, caught a wave, and let it carry her to the beach. Something hit her, and she realized that it was Mike, that he had caught the same wave. She bumped against the shallow bottom and staggered up. Mike caught her hand and helped her to her feet. Then they were walking up the beach, away from the sea. She was in a turmoil. She was dazed and battered by the intensity of the feelings Mike had aroused in her. The current had carried them far down the beach from where they had started. Jan darted in and out among the enormous boulders. She rounded one the size of a house and skidded to a stop. This couple was not just cuddling. Jan stared, tried to back up, but couldn't. The girl was on her back, the guy was between her thighs. He was moving steadily, relentlessly. She was clutching his back and heaving her hips in response. He was humping, fucking his cock into the girl's willing body. She turned her head, and Jan saw the pure, ecstatic pleasure on her face. Then Jan realized she knew her. It was Mary Kay! So it must be Sammy between her thighs. Jan's lust boiled up like an erupting geyser. She pulled back and turned away, battling her curiosity and her lust. Mike blocked her retreat gently but firmly. His arms curled around her waist. He pulled her against him. His rigid cock was pressed into her flat tummy. “Mike?” she whimpered. His lips met hers, and a hand cupped her bare breast. Her lust boiled over, obliterating her inhibitions. He eased her down to the packed sand and pushed in between her slender thighs. She wanted to resist, but didn't have the strength. Her searing lust had turned her muscles to jelly. She felt his prick nudging her crotch blindly, probing for the opening, wedging in between her labia. For the first time in her life, she felt a cock thrust hungrily into her vagina. She felt the knob of Mike's phallus wedge into her virginal opening, press apart the slippery folds of flesh. Her clitoris was being pulverized between his heavy body and hers, sending her lust soaring. She was terrified, as much of herself and the incredibly base emotions and desires raging through her, as she was of the monster shaft entering her. She knew things had gone too far for her to stop him. Anyway, she didn't want to stop him. She spread her thighs wide as Mike bored his cock into her tight tunnel with impatient thrusts of his hips. What little pain there was was overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, and a pleasure she had only dreamed of. Clinging to him, she let herself be swept away on a wave of incredible pleasure. Even Mike's impatience couldn't spoil it. He crammed his cock into her, stuffed her with his bulk with quick, hard thrusts of his hips. She accepted it, one corner of her battered mind marveling at how her vagina could take such a huge cock with so little pain. Then she felt the head of his phallus ram the end of her vagina, and writhed like a pinned bug.
“Awwwww, Mike,” she wailed. Mike was beyond hearing or caring. He began to piston his cock in her clinging, tight cylinder.
He raped his cock in and out of her tunnel until his balls erupted and blasted sperm deep into her virginal cunt, her vagina spasmed mindlessly around his tower as she took his gummy load. She wasn't really coming, it wasn't quite an orgasm, but it felt so fabulous that it didn't really matter. In a few bright, glittering seconds she had gone from being a girl to being a woman. She had a pulsing prick sunk deep in her body. Sperm was spattering the end of her cunt. A man was crushing her into the sand. As the pleasure faded, leaving her aching and panting, she clung to Mike. Tears burned in her eyes and streaked her cheeks. Her mangled ribs shuddered as she bit back her sobs, refusing to play the part of the violated virgin. “Looks like she's joined the club,” Sammy noted. He and Mary Kay had finished. He was sitting up. His cock, limp and drained, drooped over his balls. “Go easy on her, Sammy, she's just a kid,” Mary Kay cautioned. “N-not any more, I'm not,” Jan retorted. Mike's blue eyes were clouded with concern and guilt. He looked down at her, at where his drained phallus was slipping out of her ravished vagina.
“Are you all right?” he asked, seeing her tears. “All right?”
Jan's voice felt brittle. “I'm fine. I'm wonderful. I was good, wasn't I?” She felt almost hysterical. “You were great,” Mike assured her. “Are you sorry?” “Sorry? Why should I be sorry?” She fought for control. “It came a bit sooner than I expected was all. Who wants to be a virgin these days? Poopy old virgins.” She wondered what her mother thought as she looked down on her daughter's education. She and Mom had never talked much about sex. It had been an uncomfortable topic and they had both avoided it. The locket resting on her chest was suddenly very heavy. It contained a picture of her mother.
Mary Kay and Sammy were twining intimately together now. She was still holding his prick. It was fully erect again. He had transferred his hand from Mary Kay's lush breast to her pussy. She had spread her legs, and Sammy's finger was pumping in and out of her black bush.
Jan's crotch began to itch hungrily just from watching. Lying on her back, the sun beating down on her nude body, she slipped her hand down and began to stimulate herself without really thinking about it.
As she curled her finger into her slit, faint golden wisps of pubic hair brushed her hand. Her crotch was in full view. Her whole body was wantonly exposed, but what did it matter? Mary Kay and Sammy were going to do it again. Jan was going to watch. So was Mike. And then they would do it again. Sammy was lying on his back now and Mary Kay was leaning against him. One leg was stretched straight out on the sand. The other was bent. Her knee was high in the air, making her crotch gape wide open. He was taking full advantage of her exposed position. He was thrusting his longest finger deep into Mary Kay's glistening folds, finger-fucking her slippery vagina. Drawing his slick, wet finger out of her cunt, he moved his hand upward and found her long, protuberant clitoris and rolled it back and forth.
“Yeah,” Mary Kay sighed. “Oh, yeah!” She squeezed Sammy's rigid phallus, then began sliding her head down his torso. She kept her eyes on the prick in her hand. She licked her lips, then puckered her mouth eagerly as her cheek pressed against Sammy's navel. She slid her head lower and lower on his belly and squirmed awkwardly on the sand so as not to dislodge the hand on her pussy. Jan's tongue played nervously along her upper lip. She wondered if Mary Kay was going to take Sammy's cock in her mouth. The thought made her guts boil with excitement. Mike's big hand was cupping one of her shy, gentle breasts. She was on her back, her hand turned so she could watch Sammy and Mary Kay. Blindly, she reached over and gripped Mike's half-hard prick. Mary Kay's lips touched the purple glans of Sammy's cock, and Jan felt her stomach knot. Mary Kay's cheeks drew in as she sucked on Sammy's come-encrusted phallus. Her fingers played on the exposed portion of Sammy's prick as if it were a flute-a “skin-flute,” Jan thought absently. Mary Kay played the skin-flute skillfully.
Sammy's hips were stirring and shifting restlessly on the sand. Her mouth pumped on his cock, while her fingers caressed the base of it, then fondled his balls tenderly. Jan was fascinated by how the egg-shaped masses shifted and rolled in the dark, wrinkled bag containing them. “Gettin' an eyeful?” Sammy teased Jan. Jan blushed. “Don't pay any attention to him,” Mike murmured, his breath warm in her ear. “He's always been an exhibitionist at heart.”
Sammy cupped his hand on the back of Mary Kay's head, pushing down as his hips lifted, forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth. She broke away and squirmed to a more conventional position.
She was still holding his prick in her hand. The knob, purple and swollen, gleamed with spit. “Oh, no,” Mary Kay told Sammy.
“That's not the way we do it this time. It's time for woman's lib, not woman's lip.” Dislodging Sammy's hand from her crotch, she straddled his slender, wiry hips. Jan bit her lip with excitement. She could see everything. She could see Sammy's slender phallus, still gripped in Mary Kay's short fingers. Jan could see Mary Kay's pussy.
The inner lips were engorged and ready. Mary Kay's big breasts quivered with excitement. As she towered over him, Sammy's hand clamped down on the round mounds, mashing and squeezing them.
Mary Kay aimed Sammy's lean prick up into her dark nest. She lowered herself on it and drove it up into her body. Jan watched Sammy's cock slowly disappear into Mary Kay's cunt. Jan's own vagina began oozing as she watched, fascinated. Jan spread her thighs wider, inviting Mike to probe her deflowered pussy. He eased a second finger into her tight vagina, dilating her in preparation for another fucking. Well, he'd get his chance. But right now, Jan wanted to watch Mary Kay and Sammy. She had a lot to learn. Mary Kay had half of Sammy's cock in her. His prick was a shining white column, connecting the soft, sexily rounded girl with him like they were Siamese twins.
Bit by bit the column shortened, the skin wrinkling visibly from the downward thrust. The distance between Mary Kay's thick black bush and Sammy's dark brown one decreased steadily. Then the longest curls of his pubic hair were mingling with Mary Kay's. The pale cylinder of his cock gleamed through the kinky twists, then vanished. Mary Kay was settled firmly on him. “Aw! That is so fucking good,” she sighed.
Sammy said nothing. His face shining with sweat, he caressed Mary Kay's heavy breasts. He thumbed her nipples making the eraserlike buds jump around. Her areolae thrust her tits outward, begged him to give them still more attention. Sammy's fingers sank into the soft, fleshy mounds and he squeezed them hard. His cock engulfed by Mary Kay's hot, wet, clinging cunt, he pinched and rolled her jutting nipples.
Mary Kay had her hands on her rounded hips. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the cock in her guts, the hands on her tits.
She lifted, easing the cock out of her, then dropped, ramming it back up into her guts. Jan's attention was riveted on the exhibitionistic screwing. Her lust was stirred by the sight of a cock coming out of Mary Kay's vagina, then vanishing back into it. Jan could see Mary Kay's tissues being tugged out and then pushed back in by Sammy's prick. Jan could see where Sammy's column wedged Mary Kay's labia open. She could see Mary Kay's tits roll around in Sammy's hands. Jan's body was ablaze with lust as she watched Mary Kay spit herself on Sammy's thrusting organ. “Too hairy,” Mike muttered, breaking Jan's concentration. “Huh?” “Mary Kay's too hairy for my taste,” Mike explained. “I'm like a little girl,” Jan said glumly, ignoring the fact that chronologically she wasn't much beyond childhood. “I like you that way,” Mike assured her, cupping his hand over her sex and squeezing her mons and labia warmly, compressing all her tissues, putting a delightful sensuous pressure on her clitoris. Jan was concentrating on Mary Kay's coupling with Sammy. “You're not very hairy, either,” she observed absently.
“What'd you think of Mary Kay's cock-sucking?” Mike asked. “Want to suck my cock?” Jan shivered as a cold wave of fear ripped through her at the thought. “I don't think I'm quite ready for that,” she answered. She knew she'd do it sometime. “I'd like to fuck again, though.” “Okay by me,” Mike said tightly. He started to roll Jan over. She held him off. “I want to do it that way,” she explained. “I want to put it in myself, the way Mary Kay did. And I want to do it so I can still watch them.” Mike let himself be pushed onto his back. Jan swung one slender leg over his thighs. She left cool air cut into her naked pussy as her crotch was stretched wide. She looked down at Mike tensely, and saw that he was studying her slender body: her small breasts and pink nipples, her trim torso, her lithe waist, and her gaping cunt with its decorative little wisps of hair. Mike's cock lay up along his belly, stiff, pale and ready. His glans looked like the barbed head of a lance. His balls were between his thighs, fertile eggs in a pliable sack. His reddish pubic bush formed a perfect backdrop for the pale column of his cock.
Jan reached down and lifted it. Then holding it pointed straight up, she moved, and hovered over it. As she lowered herself slowly onto it, she watched Mary Kay bouncing on Sammy's phallus. Mary Kay's buttocks slapped down on Sammy's thighs with a loud “squish.” Her lush breasts jerked and quivered at every impact. Jan had the curving head of Mike's phallus nestled at the entrance to her tight vagina.
She worked her hips in a small circular pattern and eased his organ into her. She felt her slick tight folds being slowly wedged open, felt her elastic tissues stretching to take his bulk. Mike's hands mashed down on her breasts, crushing the gentle mounds against her ribs, grinding her nipples into her. Mary Kay was leaning forward. Her hands were on Sammy's shoulders now. Her breasts swayed heavily as she bounced her hips up and down on Sammy. He was gripping her waist, his fingers sinking into her* flesh as she fucked herself.
She slapped down on Sammy, lifted quickly, and smacked down again, and again, and again. Visible shock waves jolted her rounded belly, betraying a soft layer of fat that Jan doubted she would ever have.
Mary Kay was grunting in time with her fucking. She was obviously approaching a climax. Her mouth was open, her eyes were glazed with pleasure. “Uhh-uuuhhhh-uhhhhh!” Mary Kay's grunting became one long, ecstatic groan as she quivered in the throes of an orgasm. A pink blush swept up from her groin and spread out and covered her breasts. Her face a mask of carnal pleasure, her body went rigid with her coming. Jan's vagina was spasming as she sat on Mike, his cock driven all the way into her tight hole. Jan wasn't even moving-hadn't moved since she had managed to get the full bulk of Mike's phallus into her. It didn't matter. The feeling of incredible fullness and the sight of Mary Kay's climax were enough to bring her off. It was only the second time in her life she had had a man's organ in her body. Mary Kay let out a tremendous sigh and relaxed. Her orgasm was obviously over. Sammy took control. Using his relentless grip on her waist, he lifted and dropped her on his big cock. Mary Kay followed his directions compliantly, lifting when he lifted, dropping when he pulled down on her waist. It was a slow, powerful fuck.
Sammy's hips began to lift in opposition to Mary Kay's. Their bodies jarred together harder than ever. His flat, wiry belly began to knot visibly, as he ground his fingers bruisingly deep into Mary Kay's soft flesh. He surged up against her as if trying to run her through with his phallus. Her second orgasm over, Jan watched, amazed at the violence of the coupling. The impacts had to be painful, and Sammy's grip on Mary Kay's waist had to be excruciating, but Mary Kay seemed to almost welcome the agony. Sammy certainly had no qualms about inflicting pain on Mary Kay with both his hands and his raping cock. He grunted as he rammed it up into her, faster and faster and harder and harder. Then he heaved up hard, his back arching as he lifted Mary Kay clear off the ground. She was balanced precariously on his pole. His whole body trembling, he pumped a thick load of semen into Mary Kay. She looked as if his cock ran from her crotch all the way up to her head, stiffening her entire body like a second backbone.
Her face was flushed with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she came again. Without even thinking about it, Jan began to fuck herself on Mike's rigid cock, lifting slowly, then dropping, casing his prick back into her. She lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, watching as the strength oozed out of Sammy's wiry frame. He and Mary Kay slumped down on the packed sand, limp and drained. Then Jan concentrated on her own fucking. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on Mike's shoulders. Her eyes met his and misted for a moment at the sight of his tan, handsome face. Then she looked down to where his cock parted her pussy lips and entered her cunt. She lifted and saw his penis emerge from her body. It was shining with her juices. She lowered, and the pale shaft was absorbed into her body. It pried her fifteen-year-old vagina open, filling her with hot heavy meat.
She was going to come again. She was going to climax for a thud time, and a second load of semen was going to jet into her. It wasn't going to take long. Her nerve endings, so newly awakened, were hypersensitive to the friction of the cock against them, to the cracking pressure of his pubic bone against her clit. She loved the way the head of Mike's cock slammed the end of her vagina, jolting her innards. She loved the feel of his prick burning through her vaginal opening, past the tatters of a hymen broken long ago by a misdirected tampon. She loved the feel of Mike's big, strong hands on her breasts. Her vagina began spasming again, began clenching around Mike's big bulk. She was rising to the brink of another coming, soaring higher and higher. She saw Mary Kay and Sammy watching, and her lust boiled still higher. She was a woman, not a girl. She thought of how turned on she had gotten watching them fuck, and got still more turned on. She hoped she'd get them so hot they'd have to fuck again.
She visualized Sammy raping his cock into Mary Kay's hairy cunt and began coming. Sweet God, this was even better than the first time had been. Her whole body a torrent of fiery pleasure, she felt her vagina milking Mike's cock. He hadn't spurted his load into her yet.
They both knew he was going to go at her again. But, while she came, he held still, his swollen cock deep in her spasming hole. The sun burning down mercilessly on her bare skin was no hotter than the fire scorching the inside of her body. When she was done and drained and slumped over Mike, he pushed up against her. She let him roll her over. His cock was still stuffing her cunt. He got her over onto her back, then lifted up on his hands and stared down at her. She lay there, exhausted, spitted on his cock. She had her arms over her head.
Her already lean torso was stretched flat. Her golden blonde hair, flecked with sand, was fanned out around her head. Mike began to screw her with steady, skilled thrusts. Tilting his hips this way, then that, he changed the angle of penetration with every drive. The head of his phallus tore along the stretchy walls of her cunt with every thrust. Her channel, unaccustomed to such bulk, hurt. But her passion was building yet again as she took his drives, let him run her through with his phallus over and over and over again. She was being martyred on his priapean tower. She was coming again.
Unbelievably, incomprehensibly, she was being engulfed in yet another orgasm. Bui she was so drained and exhausted her muscles couldn't convulse the way they had before. All she could do was lie there and feel the searing waves of pleasure sweep through her. Mike sped up his drives. He was now keeping the same angle on his thrusts. He ground the head of his cock along the back of her vagina, making the velvety wall angle his cock upward into her guts. All the friction was concentrated on the nerve knot just below his glans and at the back wall of Jan's cunt. But it only lasted a moment. Mike's body reacted to the powerful stimulation by exploding in a powerful eruption. Semen poured into Jan's tender, aching vagina. Sinking his cock full depth in her tight hole, he thrust at her and let his full weight come down to her. He humped his prick into her as it spurted thick globs of come deep into her body. Wave after thick wave of fluid poured into her, then pressured back from her already glutted chamber to ooze out and glue them together. When Mike withdrew his drained penis from Jan's drowned pussy, she didn't move, just lay there and let the sun burn her exposed tissues. She stirred when Mary Kay crawled over and touched her. “You okay?” Mary Kay asked, concerned. “I'm fine,” Jan sighed. “Tired and a little achy, but fine.” “How about you and I clean up in the ocean?” Mary Kay suggested. Jan let herself be helped to her feet and walked down to the water with the older girl. They continued until the incoming waves were pushing at them, threatening to capsize them. They sank down into the salty foam. Jan felt her aches easing as the briny water washed her naked flesh. Finally, Jan voiced a fear that had been nagging her.
“God, what if I'm pregnant?” Mary Kay looked over at Jan. “No protection, huh?” “Gee, no,” Jan sighed. “I mean, why should I have? I-I never expected anything like this! Not so soon!” “When did you have your last period?” Mary Kay asked. “It ended two days ago,” Jan answered. “You're okay then,” Mary Kay assured her.
“Are you sure?” “Well, as sure as anyone can be. It's possible you could get knocked up now, but it's not likely if your period's fairly regular.” “It is,” Jan answered. “Tell you one thing, though,” Mary Kay went on. 'You better get on the pill, fast.”
“But, that's so-so planned,” Jan argued. “If I do that, it means I'll be-fucking all the time.” “Bullfeathers,” Mary Kay snorted.
“All it means is that if you do fuck, you're safe.” “I don't know,” Jan replied uncertainly. “Look,” Mary Kay went on patiently, “it is better to be prepared and not fuck, than to fuck when you're unprepared. It'd be damned awkward to have to make a decision about what to do with a little bastard that's growing in your tummy. Expensive too, no matter what you do. Better it never gets started in the first place. Make sense?” “Well, yeah, I suppose so,” Jan agreed reluctantly, fanning cool water onto her battered pussy. They were sitting in waist-deep water, letting the waves swirl around them. “Be realistic,” Mary Kay argued. “Now that you've done it, are you going to stop a heavy petting session short of the goal line?” “Probably not,” Jan acknowledged. God, how could she, now that she knew what it was like? “But how can I get a prescription?” “I've got a doctor that'll take care of you, no questions asked,” Mary Kay replied. “Okay?” “Yes.” “Good girl. With your mother gone, someone's got to help you with these things. Now, we'd better find some suntan oil for certain portions of our bods, or we are going to have some very embarrassing and hard to explain sunburns.” Jan found she was hardly aware of her nudity as they walked down the beach. Mike and Sam were having an impromptu soccer game with an empty can. Their sex organs were bobbing and swinging wildly as they chased down the beach. “How's your father doing?” Mary Kay asked as they walked along. “Oh, a little better. He's still pretty down, though.” “Any woman on the horizon?” Mary Kay probed. Jan shook her head. “No.” “I'd go for him in a minute,” Mary Kay observed. “That silver hair of his is yummy. Does he have it all over?” “I don't know.” “You don't know? You've never seen your father naked?” Mary Kay asked, astonished. “No.” “I'll be damned. Positively Victorian!”
Jan wondered if her father had silver hair around the base of his prick. She tried to visualize him naked, and failed. What little hair he had on his chest was silvery gray. She couldn't picture his crotch at all. “Boy, would I like to get him into bed,” Mary Kay went on. “Wow!” “Mary Kay!” Jan said, flabbergasted. “Well, why not? He's a handsome, unattached male, old enough to know how to really please a woman,” Mary Kay pointed out. “And after a year of celibacy, I'll bet he's really hot to trot I'll bet he's super in bed.” Jan opened her mouth, then shut it again. She didn't know what to say. She did wonder how her father would be in bed. She thought of how long he had been without a woman, and felt a surge of sympathy. Mary Kay's nipples were stiff and hard suddenly. There was a speculative, scheming look in her eyes as she strolled along.
Her lush ass was rolling provocatively.
Thomas Benton
Daddy's Own Sweets