Ron Taylor - Hot for dad

Betsy's father's uncle was the owner of a large tract of country land not far from Albany, and it was a perfect spot for a picnic. The property was posted, eliminating the problem of snoopy trespassers, Uncle Gerald living in Chicago, and there weren't any neighbors. It was hill, valley and woods, with a lovely meadow set like a bright emerald in the midst of everything, and in the meadow, not far from a silvery brook, Betsy and Sibyl and Wayne and Jim spread their picnic lunch.

Betsy took care of the matchmaking. The boys were easily manipulated, and it was no trouble pairing off Wayne and Sibyl. Sibyl was nervous at first, still rather withdrawn, but Wayne had an easy manner and she began to warm to him. After the picnic debris had been cleared away, Betsy suggested to Jim that he take her for a long walk in the woods, and he was quick to agree. "Later, Sib!" Betsy trilled as she and Jim set off, holding hands.

Sibyl felt more alone than ever before in her life. Wayne was smiling at her as he finished a can of Falls City, and she wondered what he must be thinking. He was a good-looking guy, tall, neatly built, though with a boyish callowness that could get tiresome after a while. He put his hand on her thigh as he stuffed the beer can into the garbage, and he slid closer to Sibyl.

She held her breath, not sure how to react. His hand was powerful and big, caressing the inner curve of her slim leg, and she felt chilly all over. When she inhaled, her tits seemed to lift invitingly, and she saw his eyes take in her nipples. She'd been fitted for today, courtesy of Betsy, in a short pants jumpsuit whose zipper closing was nearly half open. Under the outfit, Sibyl wore only a few drops of Tabu in her cleavage. She felt naked even with the jumpsuit on, but it really wasn't a scary sensation. Her nipples were making stiff points in the clingy material, and her tits seemed to be hardening slightly.

Wayne squeezed her leg, making Sibyl open her mouth in a soundless cry. She leaned toward him, her hand dropping to cover his, and he leaned at the same time. His mouth touched hers before she had time to pull away.

Sibyl had never been kissed before, and she was sorry. It was much nicer than she'd have guessed. His mouth pressed upon hers, wet, almost sloppy, but pleasant, too. She could tell that his lips were parted, so she opened her mouth, a trifle as well, and his tongue grazed her lips.

It tickled. She was on the point of giggling when the boy moved closer to her. One of his hands went round her waist, clenching there, pulling her toward him, and the hand that had been softly touching the flesh of her bare thigh suddenly lunged upward, into Sibyl's crotch. She felt his fingers close upon the swell of her cuntlips and she kicked automatically with one foot.

Wayne took his mouth from hers. Sibyl felt him give a playful pinch, and she could hear the rustle of pubic hair as he used his fingers on her. "No, no, no, no," she whispered in a rush of syllables, but even as she spoke, she found herself wondering why she was telling him no. Wasn't this the reason she'd come here today? Overhead the sun was warm and the sky was the bluest she could ever remember seeing. The meadow smelled of earth and grass and wild flowers. She could hear the trickle of the brook a dozen yards away. Sibyl put her hand on the back of Wayne's head arid combed her fingers through his longish hair. Her mouth formed a shy smile. "I didn't really mean to say no," she told him, lying down. The front of her jumpsuit was askew. If he leaned down, then looked to the side, he'd be able to see the stiff pink tip of her breast.

He didn't bother with such a roundabout method. Wayne lay down beside Sibyl, his fingers locking in the zipper tab, pulling it all the way down. She didn't resist as he pushed the garment aside and exposed her tits. Her nipples seemed to stiffen as he gazed upon them, but it was nothing compared to what they did when he began sucking them. Wayne closed his lips on her nearest teat and began to suck with loud, slurping smacks. He ate her greedily, eagerly, sometimes nibbling, sometimes licking. Sibyl's nipple stiffened in his mouth and she felt her boobs growing numb – even the one he'd not yet begun to nibble.

As he sucked, he started pulling the jumpsuit over her shoulders, so that she was bare from neck to navel. He lifted his head from her tits, smiling. "Lift up," he suggested. Sibyl braced her heels and elbows, raising her ass from the blanket. In a quick, deft motion, Wayne pulled the jumpsuit over her hips. She sank onto the blanket once more as his hands located her naked, red-fluffed pussy.

He used his middle finger like a cock, spearing it into her slit. She was dry, and she moaned in discomfort as he sought to get himself up her. But each prod of his finger seemed to tease Sibyl into juicing a little bit more, and almost before she knew it, his finger was driving into her – a foretaste of what she might expect from his dick in a short time.

Sibyl moaned, but not in discomfort now, as he reamed her pussy with his middle finger. He had big hands and big fingers and he used them in a firm, though crude manner. Occasionally he brushed the fleshy bump where Sibyl's clit lurked, and she could feel her love button beginning to throb as the contacts became more frequent. She twisted her bottom on the blanket, trying to get the correct rhythm, but it wasn't working. She was getting wetter inside, but the wetter she got, the more his reaming finger seemed to hurt the lining of her cunt. She reached down, catching his hand in mid-swirl. "Please," she said, "it doesn't feel good."

Sighing, he pulled his finger out of her hole. Wayne knelt beside the young girl, eyeing her from head to knees. He reached to help her loosen the fallen jumpsuit from her knees, dropping it on the grass beside them. "Now how does it feel?" he asked, ramming his finger up her snatch once more.

"OUCH!" Sibyl yelled, her knees pulling almost to her chest. She could feel his Goddamned nail inside her, scratching, digging. She pulled her knees back even further, and he seemed to shove himself even deeper up her pussy, the rest of his fisted hand battering fruitlessly on her cuntlips as though he wished to diddle her with that part of him as well. Sibyl's ass swayed and her knees rocked from side to side. He kept on reaming and frigging with his finger, and by now she was sloppy inside. She could smell her pussy juices beginning to flow, and she could feel her clit creeping from its hiding place so that the edge of his finger could scrape on her sex button.

His finger-fuck was rough and swift, but there was no doubt he was on solid ground with his approach. Sibyl felt her tits harden and her pussy moisten, and then her body tinged all over, her toes wiggled, and her cunt thrust back at him one, two, three times. He pronged her in reply each time she moved against his hand, there was a tremor around her pussy ups and Sibyl knew that she was having her first orgasm with a boy. It wasn't a great orgasm, but she was coming all the same, and a trickle of pussy-scented juice oozed from her slice as his finger slowed its penetrations.

"Oh, wow," she giggled, sitting up. In the process she dislodged his finger. The smell of her arousal seemed to grow stronger, almost intoxicating. Sibyl made a sneaky-girl face, picked up his hand, and guided it to her cheek. The aroma of her pussy was heavy now, wafting in and out her nostrils. Slyly, she opened her mouth and sucked in his cunt-wet middle finger. She used her lips and cheeks and teeth on it, sucking, nursing, tonguing away the juices that clung to his flesh. It was a curious, musky taste, she decided, though she had sampled it before. Once or twice while masturbating she had been seized with the irresistible impulse to suck dry her sticky, cum-wet fingers. But there was a difference this time, for she could taste, beneath her own flavor, the tang of his young male skin.