Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

"I've never done that before," she confessed with a dainty blush. "I've never let a boy touch me before. You can be the first."

"I already am," he pointed out.

"I guess so," Sibyl agreed. Her hands had brought him to a semi-erection. She kissed his cock and saw it stiffen a bit more. "I'd like to be fucked now," she went on. "And after that…"

"One thing at a time," Wayne grinned. She moved as his hands directed, stretching out on her back. He brought her knees up, showed her how to hold them out of his way, and then he knelt in position, touching his cock to the tight, pink pussy she was displaying to him.

He stroked her with his cock, touching the little curls of red hair, touching the bare spots were pubic fleece had not yet sprouted, and then he glided his prick up and down her delicately splayed cuntlips.

"Oh!" she said in surprised delight. He was hard again, as hard as ever, and his cock felt like a battering ram on the door of her virgin cunt. Thank God there would be no blood, she remembered, although she was positive she would have some degree of pain. She'd managed to get three fingers into her pussy, but they'd not gone as deeply nor as fiercely as she knew Wayne would go in her pussy, and she only prayed that she wouldn't embarrass herself by crying or acting like a baby.

A baby! Oh, my God! Sibyl thought. "Wait!" she commanded, rolling onto her side, reaching for the jumpsuit he'd helped her out of. It had one pocket, on the lower left side, and in that pocket were the condoms Betsy had given her this morning. They weren't the surest method of birth control, but they were the best that Betsy could manage on short notice. Wayne sat up, watching as Sibyl undid the wrapper and fished out one rubber. "Here," she said, offering it to him. "You have to wear this." He looked disappointed his cock sticking up all big, hard, ready.

"It's okay," he suggested, "I'll pull it out before I cum."

Betsy had said he'd try that. "No," Sibyl insisted. "You have to wear this before you fuck me."

Grumbling, he took the condom and started to roll it onto his pecker. Sibyl watched in fascination as the rubber sheath took shape around his tool, transparent, nippled at the end to help receive his semen when it came, and she couldn't resist stroking him with her hand after he was fully armored. It was slick, almost gritty dry. What else had Betsy said? Of course! She bent over, took his sheathed cock in her mouth, and sucked until her spit glistened on the rubber. Now he should be lubricated enough for insertion. Sibyl sat back nervously, testing her snatch with a finger.

Jesus! She was wet enough for two! Her cunt was dripping wet, as if she'd pissed herself during the preparations. She, rubbed her pussy, felt the lips part to suck a finger inside, and she knew that she was ready for her first fuck. Moving onto her back, she pulled up her legs, just as she'd been told to do, and she moved her bush from side to side. "Hurry," she whispered. "I can't wait any longer!"

Neither could he. He shoved his cock into her cunt, screwing her deeply that first time, and Sibyl's pussy opened for him as lusciously as her mouth had, earlier. She felt him slam her hard, thick, fast, and the friction of his rubber-clad dong inside her was suddenly more unbearable than an hour's masturbation with both her hands. She screamed, as he penetrated her pussy and her ass bounced up to meet him. His cock pressed deeper, balls dangling on her buttocks cleft, his pubic hair tickling her cuntlips. She wanted to scream again, but no matter how widely she opened her mouth, only a hoarse choking wheeze came forth. Her eyes were bulging, seeing nothing. Not even his face.

Sibyl blinked hard, trying to clear her vision, and a blur began to take shape. Wayne was rearranging her legs, now that he was in her. One leg he brought around him, letting it curl at the small of his back, while the other he braced with his arm, keeping it high in the air.

She felt as if she were being split open, but it was a delicious kind of torture. Sibyl clutched at him with her crooked leg, pulling him to her, keeping him there. Her clit was swelling like an over-inflated balloon. His cock was rubbing her clit to an excruciating rawness. She could feel, smell the cuntally perfumed liquids of her pussy as they bathed his imbedded dick. Sucking him had been a delightful discovery; fucking him – God, what could she say about fucking him? She wanted to pull him deeper inside her, ever deeper, no matter if his belly was already jammed against her cunt and his prick driven as deep as a well-joined nail.

"Oh, do it," Sibyl whispered. "Do it, do it, do it, do it!!!" Her body heaved beneath him, her legs vined and twined on him, her hands and pussy and stiff, thrusting nipples each beckoned their own brand of invitation. He fucked her. He pulled from her, fucking her with a fast-paced attack whose eagerness almost compensated for its lack of subtlety. Sibyl didn't care. She had no ground for comparison. She could only accept.

Accept she did. Her eyes swam in a haze of mist, and his face moved in and out of focus before her gaze. Her body lunged to meet his thrusting jabs, and she knew that she could never again regard this as a degrading experience. It was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to her. How could she have lived so many years and not realized that she was born for sex? Her body knew. She had no control over her responses to Wayne's cock, but she knew instinctively what to do, and she did it. His prick thrust up her, she could hear him sigh in pleasure, and she knew that he liked it as much as she did.

Her legs slinked round him. Now she was clutching his body with both her thighs, for he'd given up the struggle to keep that one foot high in the air. Sibyl pulled him even closer. The strength of her thigh muscles was astonishing to the girl as she contributed a proficiency she hadn't known she possessed.

She closed her eyes, allowing him to kiss and nibble her cheek and chin and mouth. He had a warm, manly smell, and, she thought with eyes shut, she could almost imagine – oh, no! Sibyl fought to control herself. No! It was wrong! She shouldn't! Wasn't that the very thing she was trying to work out of her system? She couldn't allow herself.

Her voice was a thin purr and she could not stifle it, no more than she could prevent the sudden blinding flash of orgasm which flooded her body. Sibyl sighed, cooed, moaned, melted. The body atop hers, the body which fucked her so insistently even as she rippled and fluttered, seemed to transform before her blurring eyes. She could be sure of nothing she saw. "Oh," she said weakly, "please fuck me!" Did a voice answer her? She could have sworn – a deep resonant male voice, stronger and truer than Wayne's thin young tones – a voice that said, "Of course, darling, I'll do anything to make my little girl happy."

She blinked – she stared at the face above her own – was it – she couldn't be sure. "Oh, Daddy!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, at the fever point of her orgasm, her hands and legs enfolding the body tightly, no matter whose it was. She could feel the tip of the rubber jerking at the mouth of her womb, jerking and filling with the jizz which gushed from the tip of the cock inside. "Oh, Daddy!" she screamed again, and then she couldn't speak at all.

In the woods not far away, Betsy Pike was licking cum from the end of Jim's pecker when she heard Sibyl's ecstatic cries. Oh, hell, thought the blonde girl, rolling a drop of jism on the tip of her tongue. It hadn't worked after all. Sibyl still had her dad on her mind. Give me time, Betsy added silently, her mouth moving swiftly on Jim's pecker. Sibyl had sixteen years of subconscious incestuous passion to wipe away. But it could be done. Betsy knew it could be done.