Ron Taylor - Make room for daughter

The girl caressed her sweet sensitive pussy, sighing, as her fingers brought her to a heightened awareness of herself. So many things had happened to her in the last few days.

She had sucked two different cocks, emptying their gushing sperm-loads into her mouth. She had fingered and sucked her dad's girlfriend, for Chrissakes! She'd even jerked off with her father's favorite pipe while listening to him butt-boning Beth. And the sounds had been even more exciting than the noises she used to hear from Mom and Zack, because now the girl had a really good idea of what sex was all about.

Her finger dipped into the tight-mouthed well of her cunt, moistening itself in the juices that oozed from her depths, and she brought it up to her mouth so she could lick them, taste herself in arousal.

I taste good, she thought. I really taste good! No wonder Beth's brown eyes had sparkled so excitedly while she was licking the juice out of Mary Jo.

She began to suck the finger in and out of her mouth, pretending it was a prick three or four times as thick and long as her slim finger, while her other hand continued to toy with the folds and creases of her pussy.

"Well, I'll be damned!" a voice called out. "Is that bastard Craig stocking this place with cunt?"

Mary Jo sat up, startled by the intrusion. She was very conscious of her nakedness, but she had nothing except her hands with which to cover herself, and they weren't big enough to do a good job.

A man was standing beside the house. He was a big man, sunburned, balding on top, his hair inching up gray at the sides. He wore work pants and a T-shirt, and his arms were tattooed. His belly was prominent, but he didn't look fat at all.

Mary Jo knew, by looking at him, that his stomach was hard as iron.

"Who are you?" she asked, hugging her arms around herself. At least she was hiding her tits. "This is private property!"

"I'm sort of an in-law. My name's Worley Reynolds. The cocksucker who lives here is shacked up with my Beth. Who are you, some other ripe piece he's got living with him?"

"I'm his daughter," Mary Jo said defensively. "And I don't like the way you're talking about my dad!"

"Big fucking deal," Worley said. "Where is Beth, anyway? I figured if she's going to live in sin with John Craig, she might as well have all of her shit over here. It's all boxed, in the back of my pickup."

He was eyeing Mary Jo up and down as he talked, and though his voice sounded casual, his eyes weren't that way at all.

Mary Jo tilted her head to one side and stared back at him, but he was glancing downward at her pussy.

Could he see that she had shaved her cunt? the girl wondered, blushing a little. And how much had he seen before he announced his presence, anyway?

She looked up at him, studying his eyes. Then she smiled. "Beth went into town. Don't you think you oughta leave? I'm not exactly dressed for company."

The knowledge that he wanted her was suddenly exciting, even more exciting than what she'd been doing to her pussy before the interruption.

"I'm Mary Jo Craig," she said, allowing one hand to slip momentarily from its cover up on a round, conical titty.

She flashed her pink nipple at him, then covered it up again, as if the exposure had been accidental. She kept her legs pulled up tightly, but she leaned back, just for a second, and she knew that he could see her cunt was hairless.

"Pleased to meet you," Worley said, grinning.

He came closer, and she knew he was going to make a play for her. The events of the last few days had really opened her eyes to a lot of things. She knew now that she was kittenish and sexy, and that men wanted to fuck her.

She liked the way Worley Reynolds was eyeballing her, as he came a little closer still. She could almost reach out and touch him, if she wanted, but she was not going to be so easy as that. No, he'd have to work for it, if he wanted anything from Mary Jo.

"Would you turn your back so I can put my bikini back on?" she asked.

"Hell, honey, I've already seen everything you got. And I saw what you were doing when you didn't know anybody was watching, too. Rubbing that hairless pussy of yours, and squeezing your nipples." He dropped to his heels, arms draped over his knees, and he eyed her frankly. "Did you shave?"

Mary Jo smiled. Her hands slid off her tits for a moment, and she flashed both nipples at him before she covered them again. Her legs parted slightly, and she let him have a quick glimpse of her tight pink pussy.

"You're a dirty old man," she whispered. "Real dirty."

He laughed out loud. His hand snaked out and touched her red hair. "You sure got that right, honey."

With his shirt off, she could see that Worley was solid everywhere. His chest was hairy as hell. He sat on the blanket beside her, stroking the back of his hand up and down her arm, over to the curve of her shoulder, up to her neck and then down again.

Mary Jo sat breathlessly, her tits uncovered. They jiggled with the motion of her chest, and her nipples were pointy-stiff. Her legs were stretched out, and all of her freshly-shaven pussy was bare to his eyes. But not to his hands. Every time he reached down to touch her cunt, she pushed his fingers away.

"Un-uh," she teased, "you shouldn't be doing that."

"You're a juicy one, aren't you?" Worley answered, cupping a firm tit.

Mary Jo moaned softly as he squeezed, his fingers clenching her tit. The nipple heated against his palm. She put her hand atop his to brush it away, but she ended up clenching down with him, adding to the delicious pressure.

There was beer on his breath when he kissed her. She kinda liked the taste. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue inside, and as she did, Mary Jo eased backward. Worley moved with her, and now she was lying flat out, and he was partly atop her, his hairy chest brushing against her tingly-nippled tits.

He shifted, and let his crotch brush against her bare thigh. She could feel how huge his cock was inside his pants. Jesus, it was bigger than Zack's, for damn sure! She squirmed, turning her lower body until she was belly to belly against him, and she kept on squirming, certain she could feel his prick hardening.

"You wanna play with my cock?" he whispered. "Naughty girl like you probably likes to play with a hard prick, right, Mary Jo?"

"No!" she teased, giggling. "I'm not that naughty!"

But to tell the truth, she was dying to feel his cock throbbing in her hands, to taste the swollen heat of his big, arousing cock.

Worley's mouth kissed every inch of her face.

He moved down her neck, nibbling and nipping. Mary Jo squirmed and moaned a little. His tongue lapped her tits. He circled the base of a conical tit and scaled its slope to her nipple.

Mary Jo watched in fascination mixed with excitement as Worley tongued around and around her pink areola. She could see little goose bumps rising on the smooth texture of her nipple. The tip got harder and harder. His tongue flicked it, then he grinned up at her. He sucked her tit into his mouth, gulping as if he meant to eat it!

No one had ever sucked Mary Jo quite as roughly as Beth's dad was doing. He fed on her tit, chewing her smooth flesh, whipping his tongue around her totally extended nipple. His hand was on her other tit, but a moment later he switched, his massive, hairy body jammed tight against Mary Jo as he sucked her.

She put her leg across him and squirmed closer to him, her hands stroking up and down his back and shoulders. He was hairy as an ape back there, too. Fucking him would be like fucking an animal, she thought, and the very idea made her pussy bubble in anticipation.

That cock inside his pants became harder and harder. Good thing he wore his trousers a little loose. The bloating of his prick would have surely split them open if they were any tighter. She rubbed her belly against him, relishing the way he felt, relishing the knowledge that she had made him get so hard and big.