Ron Taylor - Hot for dad

"Lean back," he commanded, and she pushed her upper body away from him. He leaned forward, his face knifing through the water, and he took an oral beachhead on the stiff brown point of her right tit. His teeth caressed her in a lovingly savage manner, scraping the delicate skin around her areola before closing upon the nipple. The long spur of erectile tissue already throbbed with arousal, but she felt it lift to new heights when Ed began to chew her. He combined teeth, tongue and lips in a fashion that was more sensual, more sophisticated, more soul-stirring than anything the local boys had ever done to her, and Betsy knew, if she had not guessed before, that she had lucked out. This was no boy, this was a man, and he was rapidly turning her into a real woman.

"Please," she whimpered when she had endured as much as she could. "Suck the other one now. I want to feel that way all over."

"What way?" he asked, raising his face from her boob. "How do you want to feel?"

"Like a bitch," she moaned. "Like a Goddamn bitch in heat!"

"Try this," Ed suggested, and he planted his mouth on her left tit. When he ground his teeth on her nipple, Betsy moaned and screamed and paddled her feet in the water. She flailed with her hands, sending a tidal wave across the surface of the pool. Chlorinated water sprayed her face, some of it entering her nostrils, her mouth, but she didn't care. Her cunt was quite full of his cock, for she was on full downstroke, and he was eating her tit as if it were a piece of irresistibly sweet candy. Betsy wrapped her hands around his head and gave herself up to enjoyment.

She started to move her hips a bit faster, eager to have him inside her more deeply and more often. Ed cooperated, pulling, back to prod her more insistently, and she understood more fully what it was like to be fucked by him. She loved it.

He spat out the water he'd sucked in, along with her boob, when he released her nipple, and when Betsy kissed him, she was positive she could taste her breast on his lips. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and wiggled it, hoping that he'd continue sucking. When he did, it was with a compulsion that startled Betsy. He pulled on her tongue, capturing it with his strong oral muscles, and she felt as if he were trying to pull her entire face into his mouth. Her lips thrust eagerly against his as her tongue shot incredibly far and fast. For a second she wondered if her tongue might not be on the verge of tickling his tonsils.

She felt herself floating as well, and it occurred to her that they were swimming once again. Betsy was in no mood to resist, and her mouth was so completely occupied she couldn't have spoken out in protest. She went where Ed directed her, her cunt still moving in short, quick strokes on his thick pecker.

His body seemed to have more support now, she thought. Her eyes, which had closed automatically during the kiss (just as they closed automatically whenever she began to suck a big, hard cock) opened and she saw that they were very near the edge of the pool. Ed's feet were touching bottom – they were in the shallow end – and he sidled against the pool's edge, one arm resting on the brim.

It was more comfortable now, she decided, her tongue still buried in his mouth. She put her near arm on the ledge and found that it could be very comfortable. Their bodies were supported by one another and by the solid construction. They could forget about balance and concentrate on fucking for fucking's sake. Betsy hummed, making her tongue wiggle like an erotic snake inside Ed's mouth, and she shoved her tits against his chest. Her cunt lifted from his dick, lurching high, almost disengaging him, and she slammed back down, hard, fierce, impaling herself on his cock.

This time he rammed her cunt so hard Betsy wanted to scream. She had dreamed of balling a man as big as Ed, as capable of bringing her to ecstatic fever, but her dreams had been abysmally poor in their conception. When he bumped her womb with his cock point, she felt her insides turning cartwheels, and the only thing she knew was that she wanted to feel that same sensation again, now!

His legs tensed as Betsy began to ride him furiously. Her cunt was a slick glove for his big cock, and she writhed from side to side, stretching herself more than she'd ever been stretched, but confident that her elastic young cunt would easily regain its proper shape and tightness. Each time she came down, his balls jerked against the lower corner of her slit, and if she twisted in a certain way at deepest penetration, she could get full measure of delight from the rubbing of his soaked pubic fur against her crotch. Her clit was stiff and hot, despite its long immersion – she was certain it would be wrinkled from the water but she didn't care – and whenever his cock moved in her, the push-pull he exerted on her cuntlips squeezed her clit just so – Betsy's tummy heaved, her ass jerked, and her legs tightened their knot around Ed's waist.

He mouthed her tongue for what felt an eternity. A lesser man would have strangled but Ed Bogart merely kept on sucking. It was Betsy whose lungs collapsed from the need to breathe, and it was Betsy's tongue that slithered in retreat. She licked his mouth as she inhaled and her heart was pounding like a jackhammer inside her breast. She leaned against him, letting Ed feel the agitated flutter of her aroused pulse. Her nipple pressed stiffly upon his chest.

Betsy lifted and fell, buoyant in the water, her cunt swallowing the thrusts of his cock. "You're spoiling me," she said in excitement. "I'll never do it with anyone else again. It can't be this good again unless I dolt with you!"

"Don't sell yourself short," Ed smiled. "You're contributing a lot." He underlines his praise by giving her another chance to show just how accommodating her pussy could be. His cock slicked up into her with an unexpected twisting lunge that was harder than Betsy had anticipated and which seemed to go deeper than she had yet been plumbed. She thrust herself upon him, pushing at his chest and shoulders with all her body, and his back arched in resistance. His legs were bending, too – Betsy felt them sinking into the water with alarming speed. She closed her eyes and held her breath, clawing him with her legs and refusing to give him the chance to withdraw his cock from her hungry pussy.

They sank fully, still fucking, but their bodies bobbed to the surface. "Out of the pool," Ed commanded, blinking his eyes to clear away the chlorinated water which flowed across their orbs. "We'll finish on solid ground."

His cock popped from her – Betsy was astonished at the iron strength of his arms as he pulled her legs from around his body and lifted her forcefully from his dick. She flopped over and her ass stuck up like a low reef. Ed slapped her on one cheek.

"Step on it," he ordered.

She swam toward the step bars, seized the guides with both hands, and pulled herself from the water like a gymnast. Her pussy dripped as she moved forward on the files, but she looked over her shoulder, saw him coming out of the pool too, and Betsy dropped to her knees where she stood. Her legs were braced, set widely, and she knew that her cunt was on display to him, an inviting target framed by her thighs. She reached down to touch her pussy, fingers stroking her split, making it even hotter, wetter, more open for him, and he was coming toward her on swift feet, his cock still lancing upward from his matted hair, gleaming, reddened, with water running off.

She rubbed herself more vigorously, finger slipping inside her pussy sometimes and doing a world of good whenever it did. Betsy moaned like a whipped dog, realizing that she was only in the stage of preparation. Fucking in the water had been a turn-on, she was making sure she stayed turned on right now, and the real action was still to come. "Fuck me like a bitch," she whimpered. "Fuck me like a Goddamn bitch!" Her hand caressed her pussy while her ass swiveled from side to side, already approximating the rhythm of screwing. She touched her clit, found it thicker, harder, and hotter than she had ever known it to be, and Betsy knew that she could never again be this ready for balling.