Randy Howard

Chained daughter

CHAPTER ONE

"Jeez, Connie!" There was awe in Roger Bradshaw's voice as he worked the top of the teenaged girl's one piece swimsuit down from the swell of her large tits. "Holy Jesus, you're beautiful!"

"Flatterer!" Connie Cain giggled as the boy pressed his lips to the top of her tit. Roger was fifteen. He cupped the soft tit globe in his hand, rubbed his thumb over the tingling nubbin of erecting nipple. "Oh, Roger!"

"Christ, I'm hot!" said Roger. "I'm so Goddamn hot I'm gonna explode! Feel my cock, Connie!"

The handsome black-haired youth pressed his throbbing groin against Connie's thigh, rubbing up and down against her leg. His steel-hard cock pushed the waistband of his low-rise trunks away from his belly. Connie, who was six months younger than Roger, looked down and saw his flaring cockhead. It was only half-concealed by the dark blue fabric of his brief trunks. A thick patch of curling pubic bush was clearly visible around the white base of the cock.

"Roger! Somebody will see us!"

"Fuck them!" said Roger, nuzzling her tit with his lips. His tongue darted across the nipple, and Connie gasped. "Fuck them all! Goddamn, Connie, let's fuck!"

"No!" She yelped as Roger sucked the nipple between his teeth and bit down on it. She gasped again as the boy's fingers pressed down against her burning mound, pushing the cloth of her swimsuit into her slit. "Roger!"

"Jesus, Connie!" Roger wiped his mouth. "You've got me so fucking hard I can't stand it! Come on, don't tease me! Let's fuck!"

Connie tossed her short blonde hair and quickly looked around. The little cove was deserted. Only a lone seagull flashed into sight, gliding over the steel-gray ocean. The cove was hard to reach from the public beach, protected by rocky bluffs. The beach was covered with water except at very low tide. The tide was coming back in now.