Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

She sank back onto her heels, wiggling out of her halter, offering him her tits, bare and free. They were big, firm breasts, as nice as any in Albany – or the rest of the country, too, for that matter. Plenty of boys had been content, during her high school days about six years ago, to suck on those breasts for the whole course of an evening date. She could orgasm if her tits were nibbled and licked in just the right way, but with Ed she didn't have to worry about it. He knew the right way. Even better, he knew it and didn't have to utilize it. He could have any part of her body without asking, and it would be ecstasy for both of them.

Ed stooped down and picked her up in his strong arms. Once in Cambodia he'd carried a three-hundred-pound government general who was wounded horribly, over a mile from a battlefield. Cheryl felt like a feather in his grip as he brought her to the bed and set her on the mattress. She preened and twisted for him, showing him the swelling curve of her breasts, profiling so he could see how her nipples pushed outward in wanton erection, and then he was skinning the tight jeans from her body as effortlessly as a veteran trapper de-hides a mink.

Under the slacks she was naked, her pussy open and wet from anticipation. In the winter she was hairy as a bear between the legs, but this was summer, bikini weather, hot pants weather, and it was so gauche to have pubic curls sticking out of tight, high-cut legbands. With scissors and Daisy she had trimmed her beaver so that only a narrow fringe remained bordering her cunt. Ed lay down beside her, his body reversed, and he dipped his tongue into the juncture of her groin and thighs. Carefully, teasingly, he licked the shaven areas, tickling the little stubble's of hair that Cheryl shaved every week or so. She could feel the short, wiry tendrils vibrating as he stimulated them, and her pussy began to leak profusely in sympathetic reaction. Cheryl closed her eyes and said "Ohhhhh," a long, drawled sigh that died away for a moment and then returned in a sudden gasped "OHHHH!!" when Ed's tongue left her shaven edges and jabbed its way between the lips of her hot, moist cunt.

He fucked her with his mouth, spearing into her pussy again and again, till she couldn't keep her ass from heaving excitedly nor her hands from clutching at his short, curling hair. Her cunt was a dripping swamp and his tongue an alligator swimming with the arrogance of one who is master of all he surveys.

Her clit was as hard as her nipples, which she squeezed eagerly between caresses of his head, but Ed seemed uncaring. If he licked her sex trigger during one of his languid passes in her hole, then he licked it. He didn't go out of his way to suck her button, and the nonchalance of his approach thrilled her more than if he had seized it between his lips and sucked it raw.

"Stop," she whimpered, "please stop that. I want you to fuck me now, darling, please, please!"

But he didn't stop. He pried apart her cuntlips and thrust his face into the opening. His mouth and chin rocked in the pink slickness of her cunt, and now his oral attack seemed to center suddenly upon her clit, as if he had only just realized that it had not received its share of attention. His fingers ground together upon her sensitive fleshy bump – she was positive she could hear the tissues squeak in protest – but the contact was swift and fleeting. Cheryl barely had time to scream in a mixture of joy and agony before he was kissing and licking away the pain he had caused her, and the reconciliation was so sweet she forgave the abuse.

"Oh, do it again, you bastard," she sighed in a voice of almost, angelic lightness.

He did it again, add there was nothing angelic about the way his mouth attacked her cunt, unless it might be the heavenly wooziness that rippled through Cheryl's head and chest. She brought her hands to her tits, caressing and squeezing the jiggly mounds and their hard, brown points. Each time she tightened her fingers upon a nipple, a shimmer of sensation danced through her body, and she began to squeeze harder, faster.

Ed wriggled closer to Cheryl, and through the corner of one eye she could see his big red cock shaking, so near, so near. She wanted to grab it, to stuff it into her mouth and suck its tip off, to make it drown her with a hot, roaring flood of jism. But she also wanted him to fuck her, to feel him upon her body, thrusting his prick into her eager cunt, to enfold him with her legs and pull him inside till his cock rammed into the opening of her womb.

Moisture shone on the purple tip of his cock. He was exuding juice, wetting himself in preparation for spilling his cum. Cheryl knew that his fluids were tart and sweet to taste, that his cock, quivered in a certain way when she tongued away those pre-coital juices, working her tongue on his cum slit in an effort to summon up more of them. One of her hands unclasped on the tit it cupped, and fingers flashed in the air as she made contact with Ed's ready prick.

He was obliging. He scooted even closer, his face still smothered between her legs, and Cheryl could touch his cock with her mouth, providing she twisted her neck at just the right angle. Her throat muscles ached but only for a second as she lifted her shoulder and teased the head of Ed Bogart's cock with the smooth moisture of her lips.

Now he was cooperating like a considerate lover. He pushed toward her, shifting his body into a new position. Or perhaps not such a new position, since the 69 is at least half as old as mankind itself. Cheryl sighed in relief as he crawled atop her in a hunching crouch that forced his cock between her eager, open lips, and then she began to suck on him.

He prodded her in a series of deep, hard strokes that made her mouth and jaws ache in delight. She loved it when men were ever so slightly rough with her. She liked to be dominated if it was all in fun, or at least mostly in fun. Like now. If she demonstrated the least bit of discomfort, why, Ed would immediately remove his cock from her mouth, crawl off her and stretch out beside her, happy to pet and kiss away her upset. Wouldn't he?

He thrust so deeply she thought he was trying to fill her lungs as well as her mouth. Cheryl's eyes popped open, full of stinging water. She couldn't breathe! He was killing her with her choking cock!

But the insistent action of his tongue in Cheryl's cunt was a distracting feature so strong she couldn't resist. Her throat forced itself to adjust to the barrel of his dick and she found that it wasn't so bad, after all. Indeed, the bulky presence of his fat, thick cock was no longer an imposition. Rather, it was titillation. She could feel her salvia rivering around his insertion, soaking his prick from its tip to where he sprouted from her lips. Cheryl's jaws tightened, her cheeks sucked in, and she began to love him furiously with her mouth.

Ed lifted and thrust, pumping into her sucking maw with his cock, at the same time licking the hell out of her scarlet cunt and throbbing clit. Cheryl moaned and whimpered both from the fury of his mouth fucking and from the expert slithering of his tongue on her intimate sexuality.

She wanted him to fuck her with his hot, hard prick, to ram it up her hungry pussy, but if this was how he wanted it, okay. For this time.

Again and again he brought her to the precipice of orgasm, each time slacking off at just the climatic moment, an instant before she would have burst into sopping life and drenched his mouth with her juices. Cheryl felt her cuntlips growing raw and swollen, just as her clit hummed with the repressed excitement she couldn't quite express. But each time Ed caught her trigger with his tongue and licked it, and pulled it, and kissed its whining tip, she found herself teetering more irrevocably on the edge of climax. When she creamed, it was going to be a hot, wet one, and she could hardly wait.