Ron Taylor: Hot for dad

"Oh, you brutal bastard," she moaned, "you gorgeous, brutal, sonofabitch! You're killing me with that prick of yours! I think my cunt is on fire!"

His only reply was to laugh heartily and shaft her all the harder. She screamed when he fucked even faster, and her body wobbled where it touched the bed. Hair flew across her face, a stray curl dangling into her open, gasping mouth. She clutched her big, stiff-pointed tits, squeezing the nipples till she thought they would burst like pimples.

Ed stopped balling her as the tremors of release rippled through her pussy. Cheryl's legs tensed, her toes curling and uncurling, and she felt five or six separate orgasms race through her cunt. She could only groan in weary satisfaction. Then: "Oh, Jesus, take it out, Ed – please!" Her cunt, settling down, felt raw from the repeated insertions of his dick and still-imbedded cock made lances of pain radiate from her creamed-over box. She wriggled, trying to escape her lover.

Ed pushed forward, burying his cock in her even while she tried to escape it. "We're paying for the typing, aren't we?" he asked slyly. "What about my change?" Graciously, he leaned back then, withdrawing his wet, red, ferociously hard peter from her splayed gash. It waved in the air, thrusting up fiercely from his loins, a monster of a cock.

A monster! thought Sibyl. A monster! It was only the second erect penis she had ever seen – Terry's was the first – but its size was frightening. She had thought Terry's cock was big, and big it looked to her virgin eyes, but compared to her father, the boy at the hospital was a penile dwarf. Sibyl looked down at her slim forearm, making a mental comparison. If her father's dick was smaller than her forearm, it wasn't that much smaller. And he had been using it like a crowbar in the typing girl's vagina! Sibyl thought of her own delicate cunt and tried to imagine the havoc such a prick would cause there…

"So, how about my change?" Ed went on, and his daughter lifted her eyes to the scene in progress. "You owe me one come."

Cheryl didn't hesitate. She scooted her ass out of his hands, dropped onto the bed, then reversed herself, so that she lay on her belly. Like a worshiper at a pagan altar, she looked up at the stiff prong extending above her head. Cheryl lifted her shoulders, moving her face closer, closer. Her tongue shot out – it was bright red – and its tip brushed the dangling sac of Ed's balls. Only a brushing contact. She tongued the underside of his cock and licked her way toward the huge, purple-red knob, the fat crown of the oversized prick.

Her mouth made an O, and she screwed that O onto the end of Ed's peter. Cheryl gulped hungrily moving her head down, down, down. Sibyl watched in bemused dismay as the brunette girl appeared to swallow Ed Bogart's rod. It must be a foot long, Sibyl thought. How can she do that?

Cheryl's head just kept moving downward, mote and more of that huge, thick prick disappearing into her mouth. Her eyes were wide open, and so was her mouth, its stretch-strain obvious to Sibyl from a distance of fifteen or twenty feet. But Cheryl didn't stop. She was gagging and choking, but she pushed forward, and for one long, unbelievable moment, she pressed her wet lips down upon the base of Ed's dick and the massive sac of balls which hung just beneath. Her face reddened, as if she were holding her breath and she went "Nnnnrrrppp" like a burp of protest, and she withdrew faster than she'd gone down. But Ed's cock was completely spit-wet as it reappeared from between her lips, and Ed was smiling paternally and patting his lover on her rumpled hair. He said, "Baby, that was beautiful. A magazine editor I used to know in Sydney almost killed herself trying that trick."

Cheryl grabbed his cock by the root and took her mouth off it. "Am I better than she was? Am I better than anybody else you've ever had?"

"You're better than a lot of them," he confessed. "And you're definitely the best I've ever had in Ohio."

"So are you," Cheryl grinned, and with that she thrust him back inside. Her cheeks closed in upon his cock, and she began to suck it eagerly. He'd brought her to come after come. God love him, and if he had one more burst of jism left in his nuts, she wanted him to dump it in her mouth, where it belonged.

Cheryl sucked with loving purrs and hums – she'd heard about a dirty movie, where a girl actually sang "Jingle Bells" while sucking a guy's cock, and she wondered how it was done. She couldn't sing or speak with that big piece of bone in her mouth, and she was too embarrassed to practice right now, lest Ed think she was silly and laugh at her. So she kept on humming and purring, sending shivery vibrations up and down his cock, and along with the cunty noises, she threw some of her finest suction onto her man. She might be just a piece to him, but she wanted him to think of her as the piece de resistance.

"Get ready," he panted, moments before she expected it. "I'm going to come, right in your beautiful mouth!"

"Mmmmmm!!" Cheryl moaned around his hardness. She had an open throat, eager to receive his jizz.

Ed grabbed her by the ears about the same time she closed one fist upon his nuts, giving them a kinky twist. He uttered, "Nnnnnggghhh!" in a passion-choked groan, then humped forward, and his cock poured out so much joy-juice Cheryl was positive it must be gushing in sticky streams from her eyes and ears and nostrils. She tried to keep sucking, to make him squirt his very soul into her grateful mouth, but her lips trembled so agitatedly she was afraid of biting him. So Cheryl let her mouth go slack, offering him the dominant role she didn't mind surrendering, and he braced her with his hands, filling her mouth to the brim. She felt his jism drip from her unsteadied lips, but for every drop she lost, Cheryl swallowed two, and her tummy sang in contentment long after he'd stopped shooting and his cock had begun, at last, to go soft in her warm mouth.

Sibyl's entire body was numb, except for the nipples on her young tits, which seemed to pulsate inside her bra. She had her knees braced against the wall beside the staircase, and one of her hands clutched at the railing base. Otherwise, she knew, she surely would have toppled and fallen.

The two of them, Daddy and Cheryl, were cuddling on the bed now, kissing, petting, but not at all seriously. The first time their lips touched, Sibyl cringed, remembering Betsy and the boy at the hospital. Her friend had made the boy irate by giving him back his semen in the midst of a kiss. Daddy must be tasting himself now, as his tongue jiggled inside Cheryl's mouth, but it wasn't apparent. At least, he wasn't calling her dirty names and reacting in shock. It seemed unbearably perverted, in Sibyl's estimation, that her father was willing to plant big soul kisses on the mouth that had just sucked him to a tremendous orgasm.

"Sibyl will be getting home soon," Ed told his girl. He shrugged as he said it, and Cheryl sat up with a deep sigh. "The last three chapters of the book are on the desk beside the typewriter," he added. "You can have them done by day after tomorrow?"

Cheryl nodded. She was reaching for her halter, slipping her tits into it. She smoothed down the material, but her nipples were sated with sex and barely responded to her invitation to spring up afresh. "Fine," she said. "It'll take me that long to rest up."

Sibyl was still numb, still emotionally stunned by what she'd seen. But she realized, as Cheryl stood up and poured her ripe, wide-hipped body into a pair of tight slacks, that within a very few moments the couple would be leaving the bedroom, that they'd see her and know she'd been watching them. Pins tingled in her bare feet as she forced them to creep silently down the stairs. No one had noticed her yet – the sun was on the far side of the house and the staircase was in shadow from the surrounding walls. And neither her father nor Cheryl had been in any observant frame of mind while they were fucking.