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Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

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She made her mouth a greasy, cylindrical tunnel for his cock, and he plunged into her relentlessly as he mouthed her cunt. Cheryl's hands caressed the hairy cheeks of Ed's ass while he rose and fell atop her head. She had only to fuck him orally and vaginally. He was doing all the work. Cheryl's domination fantasies were in full blossom.

Without warning, he came into her mouth, almost drowning her with the thick fluid of his cum. She gasped, sucked, swallowed, while his cock kept thrusting in to dump out more of the stuff. God, she couldn't drink it all! There was too much! Ed was squirting as if his cock had been stopped up for weeks. But he always came in big, man-sized loads, and Cheryl adored that. Her throat ached from the strain of swallowing and taking the continued jabs and she simply allowed the collected jism to flaw in a sticky river from the corner of her mouth. It was hot on her flesh, even hotter in her mouth, and sweeter than sugar on the tip of her tongue. She sucked at his cock to keep it stiff, but he pulled it from her oral grip all the same.

Which was a good idea, for when he began to lick her pussy once more, it was with a driving determination that sent Cheryl almost at once into a wailing orgasm marked by groans and cries and gnashing of teeth. She thanked God that Ed's cock was no longer trapped in her mouth, for her facial and oral contortions could have hurt him, and then she surrendered to the release her body craved so hungrily.

"Do we have lime to do it again?" she asked him about ten minutes later. Her hand was stroking his still-hard cock, his fingers playing lightly around the swollen, slippery pussy lips. His hands were big, like his prick, but they were surprisingly gentle. Especially now, when Ed softly inserted his middle finger into Cheryl's recently fucked cunt. She moaned, her mouth forming an O of delighted surprise, and she left a print of that O in lipstick on his face.

"As many times as you want," he laughed, "or as many times as I can get it up." She'd never known him to have the least trouble getting hard, and she laughed with him. One of her legs slid across his lap and she petted the inside of her thigh with the warm purple knob of his cock.

"What about Sibyl?" she asked. The girl was the only real difficulty in the relationship Cheryl had cultivated with Ed. Her lover was so uptight about his daughter, afraid that she'd be pissed off or shocked or something to find out that Daddy was enjoying a roll in the hay. My God, Cheryl thought, when I was her age, I knew the facts of life!

It was more than that, of course. Ed felt that he'd neglected Sibyl during her childhood, farming her out to relatives and to convent schools while he traipsed the globe in search of wars to report. Now, he said, he was back in the states for good, hiding out in the boondocks while he finished two spy novels based on his adventures. He and Sibyl were just beginning to know one another as daddy and daughter, and he didn't want to queer the relationship. By, Cheryl thought, showing his daughter that he was a normal man with a normal man's needs and desires. It was hypocritical in its way, she supposed, but it wasn't her business to debate him on the subject. Her was only to enjoy the summer he was spending in Albany.

"She'll be away for the rest of the day," Ed smiled. "Doing candy stripe volunteer work at the hospital."

Right on! thought Cheryl. For once I don't have to worry about Sibyl turning a dreamy fuck into a sloppy quickie.

CHAPTER TWO

"Hello, Doctor Steiner," said Betsy Pike as she pushed her cart down the hospital corridor. The white-haired surgeon nodded with delight at the pretty blonde candy striper, and there seemed to be an added youthfulness to his step as he went on. Betsy had been striping for over a year and everyone in the hospital knew her. Some better than others, she thought wickedly.

At eighteen, Betsy was a looker, promising to grow into a genuine heartbreaker of a lady. Her long blonde hair was neatly pinned up today, and her pink uniform with green-and-white striped pinafore did its best to conceal the lithesome curves of Betsy's ripe young figure.

She was satisfied with herself. Makeup was applied so sparingly she almost looked barefaced, and the effect was perfect. Her eyes were lined with careful, economic strokes, her cheeks wore their own color of natural health, and her lips were painted a dainty, glossy pinkish-red that didn't look at all as if it had originated in a tube. Betsy had sharp, intelligent features and she believed in making the most of them. She always took care to look her best at the hospital, for candy striping was her third favorite thing in life. For the past two and a half years fucking and sucking had been odds-on favorites for positions number one and two, and Betsy didn't see much chance they'd be deposed in the near future.

She didn't think about them all the time, thought. Like right now, she told herself. Screwing is the furthest thing from my mind. At the moment she was too busy handing out the afternoon's quota of magazines, newspapers, and patient mail even to think about a slick, hard cock reaming out her tight cunt. Of course I'm too busy, she reminded herself of course.

Betsy opened the door of Room 311 and pushed her cart inside. Yesterday she hadn't gotten up to this floor, and on her last duty day the previous week no one had been quartered here. She sang out a greeting in her high, girlish voice as she neared the bed where a patient lay, his legs in casts, his arms thrust high above him, supported by traction equipment. "Candy striper here," she said. "Would you like me to read you the headlines?"

He looked her way and she started to giggle. "What's so funny?" he asked. It was a young man on the bed, not much, if at all, older than Betsy, and he glowered at her. Recognition stole upon him. "Oh, hi," he said.

She knew him. It was Terry McGraw, and he'd graduated from Albany High not quite a month ago. He was cute, too, even if he was in fraction. God, what had happened to him, anyway?

"Car wreck," he said. "Friday evening. Didn't you read about it in the paper?"

She shook her head.

"I broke both legs and one arm, and the other one's sprained to hell and back. I didn't know you were a candy stripe, Bets."

"Bets." My, she thought, aren't we getting intimate? He'd never given her the time of day before. Last fall she'd gotten a girl friend to put in a good word for her, the "Betsy Pike thinks you're really cute, and if you called her up, she'd put Robert Redford on hold" kind of good word. And what had Mr. Terry Hot Shot McGraw said in reply? Betsy pursed her lips, trying to remember his exact words. Oh, yes! "No thanks! It's more distinctive to be the only guy in Albany County who hasn't balled Betsy Pike than to join the throng who have."

It wasn't even true that she'd balled every guy in the county, or even the town, or even the high school. She'd done her bit for the sexual revolution, sure, but in a small town a girl only had to do it with three or four boys before she got a mini-reputation. And now look at Terry McGraw. He was stretched out on a hospital bed, helpless, in need of consolation and TLC, and who should be the candy striper on duty but the girl he'd rejected so nastily? Betsy felt there was indeed a kind of poetic justice operating in the world. She went to the bed and used a tissue on his forehead, wiping away a few drops of sweat.

"Is it too hot for you?" she asked considerately. "Why don't I adjust the room temperature? Or, maybe, if I just pulled away this sheet…"

She did pull it away, where the sheet was thrown carelessly across the lower part of his body, and she couldn't stifle a giggle. His hospital gown was pulled up – he couldn't very well adjust it for himself, not with everything in casts or cables – and she could see the tip of his little wiener sticking out beneath the high-risen hem.

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