Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

Betsy. A delicious young piece. He should feel guilty for screwing her – she was young enough to be his daughter – but she was so Goddamned hot he couldn't resist her. That day by the pool he'd sized her up from the start. A small-town girl with a large-city sex drive. Definitely the manipulative type, out to get whatever she could get and damn the consequences. So different from Sibyl. It was amazing they had enough in common to become friends. But she might be good for Sibyl, too. Help her get out of the house, meet people, enjoy life for a change. God knew, she was good for him. Cheryl was the only local talent he'd sampled, and she was good, too, but she had her drawbacks. For one thing, Cheryl was too old. A small-town girl in her late twenties, single, definitely out to trap a man. She'd hinted half a dozen times that if he asked her to go west with him and Sibyl at the end of summer, she'd be delighted to pull up stakes and go. She understand that she was just a good fuck as far as he was concerned.

Betsy, on the other hand, seemed to know that instinctively. She had no hooks out for anyone. All she wanted were the good times. If he was using her, so was she using him. A little more use was definitely in order, he told himself, just as he heard the doorknob turn.

"Finally," he said, and there was a quick flash of a nude girlish figure entering his bedroom. His eyes were nearly adjusted to the darkness, but she moved with a swift, lissome grace, right to the window. She pulled the curtain shut, blinding him suddenly as even the moonbeams were cut off, and in another second her warm body was beside him on the bed.

"Hi," she whispered in a low invitational tone. Her mouth touched his, her tongue protruding slightly, and he caught it with his own, pulling it into his mouth. She melted against him, naked, warm, her legs encircling him. Funny, he thought, she felt a little small in the dark. Her hips didn't seem as full, her breasts more conical than before. An illusion of darkness, no doubt. Her nipples were hard and hot, and he opened his robe to let them smolder upon his bare, broad chest. She snuggled in against him, making her tits wobble sideways on his skin, and she reached down to untie his robe, to let it flop open, her hands, making a catcher's mitt on his cock.

He hadn't erected so fast since he was a kid, just beginning to get around girls. She had electricity in her hands and it flowed into his manhood. The change was so abrupt he sighed deeply to feel it, his cock first soft then agonizingly hard and getting harder as she handled him.

He stroked her head, wanting to twine his fingers in her long blonde hair, but she was wearing a scarf, silky enough to settle for. Her mouth was all over his face, kissing, biting, leaving hickies. In the morning he'd look like a measles case, but it was night and he didn't care. He strained at her, making his cock jump and do sexy show-off tricks in her hands, and he beard her giggle delightedly between kisses.

Ed moved the girl onto her back. She was limber as hot rubber in his hands, folding into whatever position he wanted. Even in the dark his eyes could pick up a faint outline of her body, and he followed that outline with his fingers, touching her everywhere, hearing her cooing responses, feeling the tingles of arousal that rippled in each of her limbs.

His mouth sucked hold of her tummy, upping and nibbling the delicate flesh. He rimmed her navel with his tongue, then hesitated, deciding where to go next. Her pussy was awash with wet readiness as his probing finger determined easily, and the agitated squirming and whispered endearments told Ed that she loved to be finger-fucked. But instead of dipping in for a round of cunnilingus, he slid his mouth upward, tongue flicking the under curves of her conical titties. They felt smaller than before, but much firmer, harder. It must be the darkness, he thought, or else I'm losing my memory. He considered turning on the bedside light so he could refresh his memory, but by that time her right nipple, stiff and fiery, had intruded itself between his ups and he was sucking it appreciatively and the light seemed unimportant.

Her boobs responded well to his mouth. He could feel a tantalizing shudder coursing through their conical peaks, and the nipples throbbed excitedly when he pulled them with his lips. She had a sweet taste, almost a jasmine. "You know," he said, leaving off his nursing for a moment, "the way you taste reminds me of Singapore. I knew a girl there!"

"I don't want to hear about other girls," she whispered in that same low husk. "I want you to fuck me."

"Of course," he replied gently. Reminiscing about other girls was impolite and possibly a sign of old, age, Ed told himself tonight belonged to him and to Betsy. No one else. He gave her tits a parting kiss, then moved toward her waiting cunt.

Her pussy opened as soon as his tongue made contact, and he was spearing deep inside with sure, clever strokes. Her cunt was delicious, tighter than he remembered, and much, much sweeter. It snapped at him with desperate muscular tugs of its own, and he let his tongue be massaged by her. God, she had a sweet one! Its muscles pulled his lingual member in a clutching, caressing manner, and he had only to move with her. He could feel her clit, already stiff, wet and hot, and he used his finger on it while he tongued her cunt. She began to squirm and writhe, her little whispery voice moaning and twittering, and he thought of her as a delicate little bird.

The muscles of her thighs jerked as he licked her out, and he moved his face in closer so that she could wrap him round with her legs. Her pussy was the freshest, daintiest, sexiest he had ever smelled. It had a clean virginal quality, as if it had never been used before, though he knew that, couldn't be at all true. He'd fucked her to a fare thee well by the pool the other day, and she had come to him with plenty of experience inside her panties. It didn't matter. Virgins were such a bitch anyway, always screaming and crying and protesting. On a wedding night that was okay – Sibyl's mother had been virgin when they married and he had enjoyed teaching her to use the delightful body God gave her – but for sexual sport, a girl couldn't have too much experience. Unless she was worn out, and Betsy Pike was far too young to be worn out. Her lovely, tight cunt was proof that she had plenty of game left.

She made contact with his dick. A fresh spurt of throbbing hard seemed to ripple up and down his cock as she used him in her clutching fist. Her nails were sharp, scraping the flesh but seeming to know where lay the thin line between pain and pleasure. She moved on him in a sensuous hand-job manner, caressing him from corona to balls, and Ed's loins began to move with her rhythmic masturbation.

"Please," she said softly, "I want to suck you while you suck me. Move a little closer."

He was happy to do just that. She had a loving mouth, be remembered well, and she could drink cum like nobody's business. He was eager to fuck her, but hard-ons were never a problem with Ed. If he emptied his first erection into Betsy's sucking mouth, there would be another to take its place, and very soon. He'd fuck her or die trying.

The first touch of her lips on his pulsating cock was like a premonition of heaven. She kissed him, a wet, passionate kiss, and then she started using her mouth on him, loving his knob only at first, loving it with everything she had. She kissed him, licked him, tongued him, squeezed him between her lips, and the edges of her incisor teeth scraped with anguishing slowness on the purple engorgement of his knobby cock-head. The only thing she didn't do was stuff him into her mouth for a session of super-hot suckling. Maybe tonight she wanted to demonstrate that she knew other techniques as well.

She kissed and nibbled the underside of his shaft, moving on him from the flaring bottom of his pecker point to the dangling heaviness of his testicles. She had a way of accentuating his protuberant cock that sent shivers up and down his spine. God almighty! Betsy Pike was wasted on a small town like Albany, Ohio. It was saddening to think of her squandering that natural sex talent on small-town cowboys. She should be lying on silk sheets in a penthouse apartment, brightening the hearts of horny, generous millionaires.