Ron Taylor - Make room for daughter

Now the guy in the book – it was hard to think of him as anyone other than her father – was fucking the Vietnamese girl up the butt, just like Dad was doing right now to Beth, upstairs. The story came alive on the page. Mary Jo had her cunt open, and she was massaging it with her fingertips.

She yanked upward on her panties, and the crotch piece rolled into a thin strip that sawed up and down the swampy-wet gash of her pussy. She pulled, stretching the fabric tighter. It was like a buzz saw rubbing against her tender cunt, and it hurt, but God, it hurt so fucking good.

She strained against the pressure, urging her pussy to take more and more of the sexy punishment. Her eyes scanned the pages, and she sighed softly each time she read the word "fuck" or "cock", as the story reproduced Beth's moans and sobs of ecstasy.

Mary Jo stood up for a moment, yanking down her panties. She needed more room for exploration. She pushed her panties to her ankles. She spread her legs. She peeled back the tight wet cuntlips and stroked the slick interior of her cunt with her fingers, moaning a little as her clit enlarged even more.

She pinched it between her fingertips, just for the pleasure of hearing herself whine. Dad and Beth would never notice. They were deep into what sounded like one really hot fuck! And her hot pussy was so aroused that it ached and throbbed and oozed out tiny bubbles of cum. She wetted her fingers in the stuff, massaging it back into the juicy hole that it had come out of.

Dad's pipe was in the ashtray. She picked it up, sniffing at the smokey aroma that clung to it. She even put it in her mouth, sucking at the stem the way she had sucked Zack's cock, and the cock of the sailor on the bus.

Mary Jo was getting good at this. She found she could hold the pipe with her lips, while moving it in and out by jaw action alone. It slipped in and out like a very thin cock, and she drooled all over the smooth plastic stem.

And then she got a nasty idea. She took the pipe out from her lips and rubbed the mouthpiece back and forth over her wet pussylips. It slipped into her pussy, moistening itself on Mary Jo's juices. She rubbed her cunt briskly with it, loving the hardness against her cunt.

"Oooohh!" She giggled.

Wouldn't her father be surprised the next time he smoked his pipe. God, what a thought! She laughed again as she looked down at the pipe stem as it slicked up and down through her spread cunt-gash.

She spread her legs wider, scooting forward on the chair so she could get a better look at her exposed pussy. Her splayed cunt-hole had an almost perfectly round mouth, distended by her pressing fingertips. She rubbed the pipe across her bud-like clit, then she wedged the end of the stem into the open mouth of her hole. A shiver rippled through her body.

She'd never had anything but fingers in her cunt, and the pipe stem was a lot harder than any of her fingers. Smaller, but harder. She pushed it a little deeper, and her cunt opened grudgingly to make room. But she could only go so far, and no more.

The pipe protruded from her cunt, anchored by the inch or so of stem that she had inserted in her hole. If it had been loaded and lit, she thought, she could have smoked it with her pussy!

Mary Jo gripped the pipe and began to fuck herself with it, in short, jabby, shallow strokes. Her body jerked each time the end bumped her cherry, and for a time or two, she thought she had busted herself. With extraction and reinsertion, she was only getting about two inches inside, but oh, fucking God, it was enough for her.

Juice oozed from Mary Jo's cunt as she masturbated herself on her father's pipe. She found it moving a little deeper into her cunt. The friction between her cuntlips plus a little thumb-work on her clit, and Mary Jo started to do, some of her own moaning. She squeezed the sides of her arms against her tits.

Her pink nipples were up big and hard. She stretched and found that she could get her tongue onto them, if she held her tits steady with her arms. Her tongue whipped the pointy nipple tip, and ripples of excitement sped through her tits. Her saliva dripped onto the pink buds, and she used her tongue to polish them up.

Upstairs, Beth was definitely coming. "Oooooh, Big Daddy, fuck my motherfucking asshole!"

The bedsprings rocked, and she squealed loud enough to wake up everyone between here and Columbus. John didn't even bother trying to shut her up. Mary Jo could hear him panting and groaning as he packed the fudge to Beth. His groans were deep-voiced, and the very sound of them made Mary Jo's clit swell in even greater arousal.

My dad must be one hell of a fuck! she thought wildly, frigging her juicy cunt with his favorite pipe. Mary Jo moaned and began to come, rocking in ecstasy on her father's desk chair. She squeezed her legs together, using them to hold the pipe in place, and she caressed her tits, her clit, her tingling thighs, relishing the orgasm it bubbled though her.

She was still dizzy when she stood up.

Somehow she got the pages back into order, stacking them as neatly as she could. She put John's pipe back in the ashtray. It glistened from the sheen of juice that had oozed down its length, dripping from her hot wet cunt. She'd give anything to see her father's face when he put the thing in his mouth to light up. Would he recognize the taste of pussy?

As she turned to go back to her own room, she couldn't help wondering just what sort of a fuck her father really was. Beth sounded as if she had no complaints, and that was for damn sure. And if he threw a fuck half as good as he wrote about one, Mary Jo figured her father must be one hell of a man in the sack.

Carrying her panties in her hand, Mary Jo tiptoed back upstairs to her bedroom. She nestled under the covers, curling up in a ball. The workout had been strenuous. Now she needed to get a little sleep.

Actually, there wasn't a hell of a lot to do. Maybe the locals didn't have all that much fun. But Dad and Beth seemed to be doing okay. And at least, with her body safely coated in sunscreen, Mary Jo could lie naked in the backyard and absorb some rays.

And, if she wanted to touch herself in special places, there weren't any snooping neighbors around to spy on her. She took off her top and leaned down to kiss the upper curves of her tits, extending her tongue to reach a nipple, as she learned she could do, only last night.

"D'ja miss me, Pinky?" she whispered to the nipple she was licking.

Her nipples seemed to vibrate in response. She squeezed it between her fingers, purring as it began to harden. Her tongue grazed the arching tip of the other nipple, and it got hard too.

Mary Jo slipped out of her bottom, dropping it beside her bra top, in the grass. She had the place to herself today.

Dad was at school, for more conferences with his seminar students, and Beth had some errands to run. She'd invited Mary Jo to come along, but the girl didn't feel like it. And now, lying nude in the sun, Mary Jo was glad she'd stayed here.

One hand moved down, to stroke casually between her legs. There was nothing casual about having her pussy touched, even when it was her own that did it! There was a tingle in the center of her body, and it rippled slowly down her cunt tube, breaking like a mini-wave against the hand that caressed her pussy.

The mentholated shave cream had left her pussy tingling, and she had stroked the lips until they bubbled sweet sticky juice. Only then could Mary Jo finish the job of razoring her pussy clean.

She wondered if her father would think her shaved cunt was as cute as Beth's. She wondered why she was wondering about that. But by then her fingers were opening the sweet tight lips of her flowering, teenaged cunt, and the humid summer breeze began to blow upon the moist interior of Mary Jo's snatch, and it was no time to think about anything. Except pleasure.