Daddy's nymph daughter(8)

"Of course," Pepper lied, then remembered the douche bag she had found some time before, high on the shelf in the bathroom. It had been her mother's.

"Well, we could take a chance on it…" he said hopefully.

Pepper wiggled her body and looked down at his shrunken prick. "Your cock certainly won't get me pregnant!" She giggled at its wrinkled appearance.

Glen blushed deeply as Pepper lowered her head and took the entire length of his soft prick into her mouth again. Immediately, he felt a stirring, and he knew his cock would be fully grown in a few minutes if she kept that up.

"Oh God… you're gonna kill me!" he moaned as she licked him to erection.

"S'matter, too hot for you?" she asked, raising her head.

"Listen-the last time I made it three times in a row was my wedding night… a man is simply not built like a woman. He needs time to get his strength back!" Glen swatted her playfully on her naked ass.

"Would you like a Coke or something?" she asked as he sighed deeply.

Glen shook his head. "No, but I'd take a bourbon and water if you've got it."

Pepper kissed him softly and squeezed his hard-on, then climbed off the couch and skipped naked across the room to the bar.

"You ever fucked a teenager before?" she asked inquisitively as she poured a measure of her father's whiskey into a glass.

Again, Glen felt his face flush at the girl's open honesty.

"Not since I was a teenager!"

They laughed.

"How old are you?" she inquired.

"Twenty-four…"

"And Cass?"

"Same age… we met in college."

"I'll bet a lot of fucking goes on there, huh?" Pepper said as she dropped an ice cube into the glass and added some water.

"You'd win your bet, Pepper," he told her, accepting the drink as she returned to the couch, her hips swaying in an exaggerated manner.

"Tell me about college… you know, the sexy things," Pepper said as she sat down beside him, one leg tucked under her and the other dangling over his.

"Play with my prick," Glen said, then he sipped the bourbon. "And I'll tell you all the sexy things I can think of."

Pepper giggled. She grabbed the stiffening length of his rigid cock.

As they sat there and talked, neither of them were aware that all they had done had been witnessed by a third party.

Standing on the patio behind the shrubbery, the Reverend Elmer Tomlin stood shaking with lust as Glen and Pepper sat naked and talked in low tones. He had been on his hands and knees alongside the hedge, pulling out a new growth of weeds when he had heard the splash in the Logan pool.

Parting the growth of hedge, he had looked on as the Logan girl and neighbor Lindley had splashed and played in the pool.

He had been shocked beyond words. And it was obvious to the Reverend what was going on as the man had cried out in lust and he knew the girl had jacked him off in the pool.

When Pepper had climbed out of the water and ran for the house, the Reverend's pulse had been pounding at almost twice its normal rate at the sight of her near naked young body.

Then, when Lindley had followed her into the house, he couldn't resist following.

Now, he stood behind the high growth of hedge along the end of the patio-but he could see them. And he had watched excitedly as Lindley got down on his knees in that obscene animal-like posture and licked the young girl's cunt until she cried out in passion.

Then, to his utter amazement, he had looked on as the pretty teenaged girl had sucked the man and let him ejaculate in her mouth.

The Reverend's loins ached as he watched them sitting calmly on the couch. He swallowed thickly and puffed down on the zipper of his pants as Pepper played sinfully with the man's bulging prick. In his mind's eye, Tomlin imagined Pepper doing that very thing to him as he began to jack-off.

Reverend Tomlin's wife had left him some years before as a result of what she considered "Abnormal" sexual behavior. All he wanted her to do was to let him jack off on her huge tits. But his wife was not one of those liberated women it seemed, and finally she had left him. He told everyone that she had passed away, leaving him a widower.

Tomlin watched in fascination as the girl played with Lindley's stiff prick. He felt his own juices rising as he pulled on his prick faster and faster. He closed his eyes momentarily and envisioned the beautiful young red-headed girl stretched out before him. He was kneeling over her, shooting his wad of cum all over her ripe young tits as she writhed in ecstasy.

Tomlin groaned as his legs shook and his cum burst forth, splashing on the green bushes. He watched the sticky substance dripping from the leaves. Quickly, he stuffed his wilting prick back in his pants, then turned in shame, heading for his own yard.