Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

Despite the size of his dick, her cunt had no difficulty taking him all. He could feel himself penetrating her completely, bumping his knob on the mouth of her womb, and he could feel the quivering shudders of delight which trembled in her body. She whispered cries of excitement. Why didn't she give vent to her emotions and cry aloud? Sibyl was fast asleep by now, and the girl always slept like, the dead. He remembered the ear splitting pitch of Betsy's orgasmic moans and shrieks, so demonic they sent chills down his spine, and now the bed was rattling louder than the girl's voice. He reached down, his fingers tickling her ribs. Anything to get more life out of her mouth.

She twisted and wiggled as he tickled her, and she groaned and laughed and snickered, but Ed could sense that she was striving to hold herself back. Why? He began to fuck her harder, to see if that might loosen whatever reins still controlled the uninhibited teen-ager who shared his bed.

Her cunt squeezed him when he plunged inside, and he could sense that she was near another orgasm. So, for God's sake, was he! Ed could feel a tightening in his nuts which he wanted to resist as long as possible. He braced himself against her uplifted legs and tried to slow down his thrusts, to stretch out the pleasure of fucking Betsy until it could be better than best.

But how could he slow down when her cunt was pressing him like a vise, urging him to do more than fuck? Even as he struggled to cut his speed in half, her pussy was sucking at him with the full power of its muscular control. She grew tighter upon him, pulling his peter when it tried to withdraw, pulling him even more fiercely when be returned to her depths, and Ed realized that he was no longer in charge of this screw. Betsy was fucking him for her pleasure and she would not be denied anything. He could do no more than lay upon her and make his cock available for her satisfaction. No woman had ever dominated him in this way before, but it was not unpleasant. If she wanted to play this game, he could find it in him to play it with her.

Near the end, he didn't even have to fuck. Her cunt was jerking him off with its own rippling contractions, and he knew that she was on the brink of climaxing. He put his hand on her tit and felt the swollen cone, the hammering heartbeat just behind. He could have heard her pulse, Ed was sure, if his own hadn't been rushing through his ears at the moment. He too was on the verge, ready to drop over.

When his cream gushed, it was through no doing of Ed's. She had pulled his peter and teased the cum from his nuts, and it was her cunt which sucked up his juices, squeezing his dick till he gave her more. And it was her cunt which felt like a blazing fire – but a wet, incredibly wet fire, too. It lived, it breathed, it pulsated as his cock throbbed inside it, and he could sense the weakening of his muscles. Drained more fully than he had ever been drained before, Ed collapsed against her.

They fell onto their sides, her legs still drawn to her tits, his cock inside her. Ed was awash in the juice which flooded her tight young pussy, and she held him there with cuntal muscles of lovely clutching strength. His cock refused to go down. Something about her was too strong to resist. Ed knew that he was ready to fuck her again. He might ejaculate blood instead of jizz, but he had to fuck her again.

"You on top this time," he suggested, shaking his dick inside her. Their faces rubbed together and he could feel the moisture of tears on her cheek. He kissed at those tears. "What's wrong, Betsy?" he asked.

"Am I good?" she whispered. "Am I good?"

"Good?" he said. "You're the best. Ever." And he meant it. What was there about her voice, about her question? Betsy didn't have to ask if she was good. She knew it. Why should she need reassurance now? And why, for Christ's sake, should she be crying? Ed jiggled his cock to underline his renewed need, and they slid into new position. Tie was on his back, the girl seated on his loins with his cock thrust deep inside her. Now she could really control the fuck, by rising and falling with as much speed as she chose. He felt her hands base themselves on his lower stomach, felt her squirm to test the fit of his peter in her cunt, and she began to bob up and down rapidly. God, the friction! he thought as his cock moved inside her pussy. He was almost convinced that he truly was in love with this beautiful child, mad as the idea might seem. Perhaps in the cold light of dawn.

Betsy was in the kitchen, fixing herself a cup of instant coffee. Her head felt as if it had been stuffed with cotton and she needed to wake up before it was too late. It was already eight-thirty. Too fuckin' early! She stirred the coffee, tasted it and made a face.

"Oh!" she said, as big firm hands came round her body and cupped the perky mounds of her tits. She looked down, smiling, and she turned to face Ed.

He lifted her up, pulled her mouth to his for a good morning kiss that was better medicine than the strongest coffee, and she twined her body round him like a vine. "Look," she said, as their lips separated, "I…"

"You were remarkable," he cut in. "I haven't been fucked so thoroughly since – maybe never! But when I woke up, you were gone. Why didn't you stay? I had plans for greeting the dawn."

Betsy blinked sleep out of her eyes and stared at him – "What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded, easing to her feet. "I was trying to say that I was sorry I didn't show up, but all of a sudden last night I just got so bitchin' sleepy that… Do you mean…" Her blue eyes bulged in shock and she saw that Ed was turning pale as a ghost. Betsy's mind shrugged off the weight of drowsiness and she replayed last night. She'd taken a shower, got all prettied, rouged her nipples even, then she'd drunk a glass of milk with Sibyl. Funny-tasting milk. Kind of bitter. And she'd gotten sleepy. Very, very sleepy.

"Oh-oh," she said, her hands trembling. She covered her mouth and she could feel the cold sweat on her palm. Betsy hadn't fucked Ed last night, and if someone had…

"I had the lights out," he said shakily. "She answered to Betsy. You didn't…"

"I didn't." Betsy swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "Well! I think I'll just run along home, if it's okay with you. Tell Sib I'll see her at the hospital or wherever." She took another sip of coffee, then headed for the door. She was halfway down the drive before she thought of her purse and overnight bag. Fuck them! She could get them another time. Now was no time for her to be hanging around.

Sibyl turned at the knock on her door. "Come in, Daddy," she said calmly, and Ed entered. He closed the door behind him. "I've been expecting you," she added.

He stood there, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. All he wore was his robe of Chinese silk, and it was so short his balls almost showed below the hem. Ed's hands fiddled with the waistcloth, a nervous gesture.

"You know, don't you," Sibyl went on. "You know that it was me last night, not Betsy. Oh, Daddy, I'm not ashamed!" She ran to him, threw her arms around him, hugged him with all her might. Her body nestled inside a fluffy green housecoat and she rubbed the fluff against him the way a cat strokes itself against the leg of a trusted friend.

"Oh, honey," he said weakly, his hands shivering as they tried to grasp her shoulders.

"Yes, Daddy," Sibyl purred, "and you told me I was the very best. I tried to be, just for you. Oh, God, when you made love to me, I wanted to scream and sing and dance around the room! I hated it when you called me Betsy. I wanted you to know it was me, but I was afraid you'd stop. And you didn't! I don't want to be fucked by anyone else but you, Daddy – ever!"

"Sibyl!" he snapped, and she looked up into his face. Her green eyes were large and penetrating, and he saw something in them he had never seen before. His daughter was a little girl no longer. She had become a woman, and her eyes were a woman's eyes. "This can't happen again," he said. "It was wrong. I feel sick right now thinking about it."