Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

Sibyl! she thought with an unsuppressed giggle. Wouldn't Sibyl shit a brick if she saw this? But the girl was so innocent, basically. It was almost pathetic. But a stroke of luck, too. Betsy realized that she could use her friendship with Sibyl to optimum advantage the rest of the summer. Maybe she could wangle a few overnight visits. Wait for Sibyl to go beddy-bye, then hot-foot it to Daddy's room and fuck away the night. Far fucking out!

His tongue was smooth-coated but he could use it so expertly, so provocatively, that sometimes his lingual member felt as if it were made of a sexy sandpaper rubbing away on Betsy's clit. For the first time in her life she knew why her love button had been created. It wasn't for her masturbational pleasure, it wasn't even so fumble-fingered boys could diddle her to a squishy come in the backseat of a car. It was put there so that its trembling erection could be suckled and bitten and given hell by Ed's mouth. Right now if it fell out of her cunt tomorrow, it would have served its purpose. Betsy tightened her leg on Ed's neck and tried to pull her pussy up and into his face. Before she could complete the attempt, she felt herself getting dizzy with lust, and then it was all over.

Her cunt exploded internally as well as externally. She was oozing juices, which Ed lapped up as fast as she could make them drip forth, and his tongue delved inside to get more. That only kicked Betsy in the ass, lifting her into a new, more intense plateau of orgasm, one that he was quick to exploit with his mouth and finger. Her cunt had contracted around his finger – it felt enormous thrusting inside her – and she could not control the agitated jerking of her cunt muscles. It was as if she were sucking his entire hand up her tunnel, pulling his fist into her Goddamned cunt, and she loved it! She wanted to drag him inside, feeling a disappointment when the bulk of his fist wedged against her pussy and refused to slide any further. But it was enough. She humped against his hand and mouth, screaming and sobbing while he sucked her clit to bring her all the way up, and she hoped she'd never have to go all the way down. Never!

She didn't make it all the way down from her supernatural orgasmic high. Betsy writhed in the euphoria of her body and senses, and she thought that the sky had never been quite so blue, the sun quite so energetically bright, the grass so soft, nor the birdsong quite so melodious. And she had never appreciated any of them so much as she did now, lying close to Sibyl's father in the warm green grass. Her mouth opened slowly – she intended to speak but there seemed no need for hurrying.

By the time she'd uttered the first syllable she was no longer lying on the grass. She was nestled in Ed's strong arms, her face pressed to the mat of soft, kinky hair on his chest, and he was walking as he carried her to the edge of the pool.

She looked down. "Hey!" she said, just before he tossed her into the translucent blue water below. Betsy first sank, then fought her way back to the surface.

"You sonofabitch!" she yelled, spitting out water. "What the hell are you…"

But he was in the water by then, too, and his arms were around her. Strong arms. Big hands. One of them closed over Betsy's right tit, the other locked around her middle, and she felt herself being pulled toward the middle of the pool. She paddled to keep afloat but she really didn't need to. His body was all the buoy she needed.

Bobbing in the water, Ed turned Betsy around. She began to bob, too, but only for as long as it took him to fit her legs around his waist. "Oh!" she said delightedly, getting the idea with marvelous rapidity. Betsy wriggled into position, letting her pubic hair slide back and forth on his hardening prick. She felt him stiffen almost at once, his cock filling the narrow space between their bodies.

"Up," he commanded, and she bobbed again, this time high enough to let his cock slide beneath her half-submerged body. Her nipples were hot against his chest as she pressed her tits against him while pulling her ass away. She felt his dick resting in the groove between her legs, warming her slit in spite of the water, and Betsy's breath caught in her throat. He had the biggest cock she'd ever seen and her cunt was big enough to be fucked, but was she spacious enough to accommodate his prick? Even now, with its bulky shaft merely riding between her thighs, she felt as if she had been pussy-choked with love. What, for Christ's sake, would it be like when he actually put the thing in her? She couldn't guess, and in spite of her tension, she was dying to find out.

She found out.

Ed tickled her submerged asshole with his fingertip until she began to giggle. That did the trick, she realized later. While Betsy was laughing hysterically and alternately trying to avoid his finger and to suck it up her asshole, Ed was using his other hand to bring his cock to her cunt. She felt the big swollen knob touch her intimately – she pressed back with an exploratory wiggle and at the same moment he thrust even more firmly at her anus. When she shied away from his asshole poking, she shied herself right onto the end of his cock, and, with his cock-head stuck inside her splayed gash, she had no choice, no desire, but to get the rest of him up her, and at once!

Betsy moved upon him, making a fierce current flow around them in the water. Her body felt light as air, his cock almost weightless inside her despite its thick, heavy bulk. Her cunt was still greasy from the finger and mouth job he'd given her on the grass, and she accepted his prick gleefully.

In spite of Betsy's frantic squirming and repeated screams of invitation, Ed fed it to her slowly, easily. "Oh, come on!" she hissed into his ear, biting his lobe to punctuate the command. "Sock it to me!" She had never fucked a man so massively, thickly built, and she was astonished at how perfectly he seemed to fit her snatch. The water had a lot to do with it, of course. She was wet and ready.

She was also eager, and delighted to find that her cuntal muscles stretched with a lithesome gracefulness which gave him a velvet carpet welcome. Realizing that she couldn't hurry him on his way, Betsy wrapped her arms around his neck more tightly, bit him on the jaw, then smacked her mouth down upon his for a sloppy, loving kiss. Her legs flexed where they fit round his waist, and she could feel the currents in the water as he kept them afloat with his feet and hands. It was like fucking on a cloud.

Water was up to their chins when Ed completed his first, lingering insertion. Betsy almost choked, for she opened her mouth to cry out her pleasure. Water poured into her and she began coughing as she rocked upon him. But the discomfort passed quickly, and all that remained was sheer delight. His cock was completely immersed in her cunt. His balls kissed the lower end of her sliced opening, his pubic hair, a soggy mat of fur, tickled her exposed wet clit, and his knobby cock-head was somewhere inside her, deeper than Betsy had ever been fucked before. Whatever Ed's length, she thought in abandon, it seems a perfect match for the length of her cunt. When he made his cock dance inside her to emphasize their union, she could feel its tip bump time after time on the mouth of her womb. If he'd filled her with his cum right then, Betsy thought, she would have come a bucketful to match his explosion. She knew she was a pretty girl, but he made her feel beautiful.

"Oh, God," she whispered, smacking her lips. "Let's fuck!" And without waiting for him to answer, Betsy began to move her ass.

She couldn't rise high enough to give herself the long, ramming thrusts she craved, but her cunt was such a tight glove around his pecker that it didn't matter. The slightest motion of Ed's dong spread her pussy marvelously and made warm juices flow. She knew it was going to be dreamy.