Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

"I don't feel sick," she told him. "I've never been happier in my life than when we were fucking and sucking and making love. And how could it be wrong, when I'm the best you ever had?"

"It just is," Ed replied, trying vainly to escape her gasp. She held him like a vine, refusing to let go.

"No!" she protested violently. "Maybe I do have a father fixation, like Betsy says. She thinks it's kinky, but she doesn't know everything. Ever since I was a little girl, you've been the only man I cared about, the only one I wanted to please, the only one I wanted to be with." His face reddened as she described how she'd caught him abed with Cheryl that afternoon, how she'd learned that he'd also fucked her friend Betsy. "Daddy, I tried! I tried to convince myself that I was just being silly about you, that I was disappointed, not jealous. I let Betsy fix me up with that boy – Daddy, I even fucked him – I fucked both of them, and I sucked them off, and I let one of them screw me in the ass, too, but it didn't help. While they were fucking me, I pretended that it was your cock inside me, that you were kissing me and holding me and loving me and sharing your cum with me. And when we finally did it, after I put Betsy out with that sleeping pill, it was the most exciting moment of my life. I can still feel your cock in my throat, gushing with cum. I'll never forget how it felt when you licked me, when you finally fucked me. Can you ever forget?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't answer. Sibyl reached inside his robe with one hand, the other pulling loose the knot of his string. As she stepped back, Ed's silken coat fell open and his cock, nestled inside her firm hand, was already starting to enlarge.

"Look, Daddy," she said with a fluttery giggle. "Your cock remembers!"

And with that Sibyl dropped to her knees. She held his prick with both hands, steadying it for caresses by her mouth. Her tongue was soft and wet, bathing the swelling head of her father's dick with gentle strokes that left his flesh bubbled in spit. She hummed and purred as she licked his pecker, and he could not control the rising progress of erection. His rod engorged in her hands, against her lips, and Ed knew that he was powerless to resist what she was doing to him. "Sibyl," he moaned, the last whimper of his defiance.

She licked him from balls to point, wetting every inch of his throbbing dick with her mouth. "You like it, don't you?" she asked, almost innocently, though the sparkle in her eyes belied the naivete of her voice. They were woman's eyes, indeed, Ed told himself. Sibyl was a child no longer.

"And remember what else I can do?" she teased, lifting her eyebrows. He remembered, but she showed him all the same. His cock tapped on her lips, then disappeared inside, and without the slightest trace of effort Sibyl swallowed him completely. Her lips nuzzled his balls as she soaked his rod, and then she began to suck him in long, sweeping plunges. She used him between her cheeks as she swallowed, and her teeth made carefully erotic scrapes on his pecker, especially when it was fully immersed in her.

To Sibyl it was a perfectly natural way to suck a cock, and she still found it difficult understanding why everyone had gotten so excited Saturday when she first displayed the talent. But not all girls could do it, she was now aware. Betsy, for one. And she could tell from the way her father suddenly grabbed her ears that he liked it. Indeed, the increased throbbing of his peter as she stepped up her attack proved that he really enjoyed her technique – so much so that he was on the verge of coming in her mouth any minute now.

She pulled her head back, ignoring his whimpered protest, and the tip of his dick bounced from her mouth. It bopped her on the nose and chin several times before she could catch it with her hand, and when she did make a fist around Ed's cock, she could feel the telltale swelling that told her he was getting there fast.

Sibyl rubbed his cocktip on her lips, back and forth, faster and faster, while her hand gripped him firmly. There was a friction round her mouth, and a tickling sensation that made her tummy go butterflies. He'd been sopping wet when he slid from her sucking mouth, but the rubbing had nearly dried his cock. Now he was just hot and big, the knob a bloody purple that was the most gorgeous shade of color she had ever seen.

Her tongue came out quickly, turning sideways, fitting into the generous slit creasing the tip of Ed's pecker. She pushed with her linguam, as if she meant to split him there, and she could taste a premonition of the jism he'd soon be squirting.

Soon? Her tongue began to scrape and soon became now!

She tasted his cum before she saw it, a sudden burst of flavor bathing the end of her tongue, anti when that happened she stopped licking. Her hand began to shuck on him and she aimed his discharging peter directly at her face. His jizz gushed upon her, a ferocious blast, and she basked in the shower.

It was milk, she thought, hot, sticky, incredibly sweet to her tastebuds, a spouting river of cum which bathed her face and masturbating hand. She felt his hands savagely gasping the sides of her head, and she knew that he was reveling in his orgasm, that he was getting off in a big way. But she had gotten him off. Sibyl, her hands, her mouth. She was the best. The very best, he'd told her. He must remember that now.

She let go of his cock and reached up to touch the jism on her face. It was like body lotion and she rubbed it into the pores of her skin. Some of it she scooped into her mouth where it could be tasted and savored. No one's cum could be as sweet as Daddy's. No one cock could be as big, as hard, as beautiful as Daddy's. No one could appreciate his cum or his cock the way she could.

"Don't you see?" she panted, rising to her feet as his cock dripped a few last bubbles of jism on the carpet at their feet. "Don't you see, Daddy? I love you, and I want you to love me. You don't have to bother with Cheryl and Betsy or anyone else from now on. I'm here, and I'll always be ready to give you whatever you need, in bed or out of bed."

She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. His hand clutched her chin, turned it, and his mouth crushed hers in a passionate kiss. Sibyl went "Ahhhh", her very soul flowing out of her body through that kiss. His came to meet it, a blending of essences that thrilled her to the marrow. She fumbled between their bodies, undoing the front of her robe. It opened, fell to the floor, and she wrapped her nude body around him.

Ed's hands shot low, grasping the cheeks of her ass, and she didn't have to strain on tiptoes now, for he was holding her up, his hands squeezing her ass in an eager way that left Sibyl perfectly aware of how he felt about her. Her pubic hairs brushed the wet lump of his dick and she sighed as he swelled with fresh new vigor.

He moved with her – she forced herself to be a puppet in his arms, a warm, yielding puppet – and she knew that he was guiding her to the bed. She fell to the mattress and he was upon her, his cock gigantic and fiery between their bellies, and Sibyl had to have him inside her. She opened her legs, moving her cunt suggestively against his peter. Ed reached down, pulling his dong into position. He moved, she moved, and they came together.

Sibyl was wettening, but not yet fully lubricated. As his dick struggled to complete its entry she whined, "Ooooohhhh" and her fingernails clawed on his back. His weight lay upon her, trapping her where she stretched, and she'd not have had it any other way. Not this time, at least. Daddy had to learn that he needed her as much as she needed him, and the best way was to show him; let him realize that he was lying upon his daughter, that he was in the act of thrusting his big cock up her succulent young cunt. Then let him tell her that it was wrong.