Ron Taylor - Hot for dad

Wayne eased his finger from her mouth. He rose to his feet, and said, "If you're in the mood for sucking…" and undid his belt. In a moment he was bare from waist to feet, his cock dangling before Sibyl's eyes. "Try this on for size," he suggested.

"Ur…" she hesitated, seeing a penis in close-up for the first time in her life. It was a deeper shade of color than the rest of his flesh, and he had a lot of hair growing around his balls. His nuts were enclosed in a small, tight-looking sac which hung under his soft rod. A funny odor, too, she decided, eyeing him from a distance of no more than six or eight inches. She could see everything – the rough-looking surface of his cock-head, which had a washed out purple tone; what seemed to be a tiny wart just beneath the scar of circumcision; his smooth scrotal flesh; and his male smell – that was the most intriguing thing. It seemed to touch a responding chord deep inside Sibyl, to set off her reactions in a way she could not control. Her hand moved toward him, fingers stroking his taut, hair-fuzzed balls. He was so warm, she thought. So warm.

Her fingers caressed his bag of balls, then moved, as of their own volition, onto his limp cock. He was soft, but she could feel a muscular tightness beneath the layer of loose flesh. Fascinated, Sibyl squeezed on his pecker. She could feel life begin to flow into him in a sudden rush.

His cock erected much faster than she was expecting. It seemed to swell, to engorge, to lift itself up, steadily lengthening, hardening, its tip aiming directly at her surprise-opened mouth. "Oh," she said gaily, just before the head of Wayne's tool brushed her chin. It was sticking straight out now, and she had only to move her mouth. Just a fraction of motion and he'd slip right inside.

Could she do that? He wanted her to do it. He'd invited her. Women did that kind of thing for men. Cheryl had done it for Daddy, Sibyl remembered jealously, and Betsy had done it for any number of boys. But could she, Sibyl Bogart, do it? Everything in her moral constitution screamed that she couldn't, but her hands were on him, one cupping his scrotum, the other locked around his dick, keeping it in erection. Energy and pulsating excitement flowed through his prick. Her hands could not help but feel that excitement. Sibyl looked up at his face. He was smiling broadly, in hope. She looked at the tip of his cock. It was ballooning up like a medium-sized grape, its naturally mauve surface growing bigger. Sibyl pursed her lips, as if she were smoothing on lipstick. And she moved.

Sibyl made her mouth a loose glove and he thrust inside. He wasn't exceptionally long, not compared to Daddy, she thought. Wayne might boast of five or six inches worth of erection, and he was thin enough, too. His cock pushed into her easily. Sibyl had only to open up and receive.

She opened. Before she knew it, her lips were nuzzling the hairs at the base of his dick, kissing his sac of balls. She could feel the head of his cock somewhere in the upper chamber of her throat. She didn't gag or choke. Indeed, she felt not the slightest discomfort or doubt as she sucked him, fully buried in her acceptant mouth.

"Oh, Jesus!" Wayne yelled, grabbing her head and pushing in futility. He couldn't get anything else into her but he could try. Eagerly, he thumped his groin against Sibyl's mouth, making his cock jiggle in her throat. He achieved nothing, except perhaps an intensification of his delight at being sucked so perfectly.

Sibyl clutched him with her lips, making them a tight ring on his cock as he began to pummel her. She squeezed, her cheeks pulling in to suction him, and she no longer needed to hold him with her hands. She moved one hand to his hip, the other to his ass. She wondered if she was doing it right. Was she hurting him? She could feel his body tremble, she could feel goosebumps popping up on his ass. Her fingers dug into his hard young male flesh and she used her mouth more tightly. She heard him groan, but it wasn't a groan of pain. "Baby!" he sighed.

She was doing it right! She knew she was! Sibyl smiled as she sucked, and then she felt him pulling out of her oral cavity, his cock sliding out of her throat, gliding across her tongue, retreating until only the head was still inside her and that because her teeth closed into position behind the ridge and held at least a portion of his cock.

"Here I come again," he informed her, thrusting his way back inside. Sibyl opened up to receive him, and again she felt his dick lurching into her. More goosepimples on his ass, more shivering in his leg.

It was as if she'd always known exactly how to do this, she thought. When she made her head twist from side to side while he rammed his cock into her mouth, she could feel him reacting in excitement. When she used her tongue on his thrusting cock she could sense the blood coursing into his veins, keeping him hard and ready. And when she pulled her cheeks in, using their inside surfaces to caress the sliding wet lance, Wayne couldn't repress his moans of joy. Sibyl felt a golden glow spreading over her body, a glow of pride in a job well done, and she could sense that her cunt was once more growing wet, trickles of juice oozing forth to dampen the sparse red beaver hairs. She took her hand off his hip and let it slip down to her cunt. With two fingers she began to rub her wettening slice, the strokes growing more brisk with each repetition, until her clit seemed to be stuck out as long, as hot, as wet, as the cock on which she gobbled.

"God," Wayne said, "I don't fucking believe this!" He kept lancing his way into her mouth, filling her with his cock as many times as he could manage, and Sibyl kept sucking on what he had to offer, giving it the full throat treatment.

On the edge of the woods, Betsy and Jim stood watching. "Look at that!" Betsy gloated. "Will you look at her?" Jim was looking, but not all the time.

He'd lifted Betsy's dress – she'd worn a long-skirted gown today – and his hand was busy between the bare cheeks of her ass. She didn't need underwear with a long dress, she had reasoned, and now she was happy, because the absence of panties made Jim's work easier. He'd already parted the dark fleece of her cunt with his fingers, and he was busily frigging her clit and tickling her meaty cuntlips. She was leaking a wet, cunty fluid on his hand and she knew she'd be ready for a screw in another minute or so, but right now she was content to be foreplayed while she watched Sibyl giving the most remarkable job of head Betsy had ever seen.

It was almost impossible to believe that Sibyl was tasting a prick for the first time. She sucked like a pro. Wayne didn't have a giant cock, but it was no dwarf either, and Betsy couldn't suck it without plenty of effort and concentration. But Sibyl had swallowed it to the fucking hilt, first stroke, and she was kissing him on the nuts every tune he pushed it to her. Far out! Far fucking out!

Jim was on his knees behind Betsy, and she leaned forward so that her hem wouldn't fall down on him. He steered her legs into position, widely separated, with her cunt on display, and then he shoved his face between them. "Ouch!" Betsy yelped as his teeth grabbed her pussy lips and held on like a dog with a bone. He wasn't the best lapper in the county, but he had plenty of enthusiasm. If he just didn't bite off her clit. That was the only thing to worry about.

Pleasure blossomed inside Betsy as she bent over to be eaten, but she was careful to give Sibyl and Wayne most of her attention. This was a red letter day in Sibyl's life. If something went wrong, it could be traumatic. But it really didn't look as if anything were about to misfire. Betsy's eyesight was sharp and precise, and she could see that Sibyl was playing Wayne's cock like she would a fine violin. By the end of the day, Sibyl should have forgotten all about that childish fixation she had for her dad. She'd have discovered the wonderful world of boys.