Ron Taylor: Make room for daughter

"That's almost as big as your dad's prick!" Mary Jo panted. "Oh, don't put it in me, you'll bust my fucking cher…"

Too late!

Beth, getting carried away, had cocked her wrist and had rammed the slim, pointy end of the mike straight up Mary Jo's virgin pussy.

Beth looked up in shock, watching the tiny drops of blood begin to seep from around the pussy-plugging zuke. They were bright red against the pink, shaven cunt flesh.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry! I musta lost control…"

"Shut up and fuck me, you bitch!" Mary Jo gasped, her throat raw with lust. "You started it-now get me off, Goddamn it!"

Shivering, Beth began to move the zuke in and out, in short, hesitant strokes. She remembered the time she had lost her own cherry, how sore it had made her pussy when that guy had rammed his hard-on up her hole. She tried to be gentle.

"Oh, Christ!" Mary Jo moaned, roping off Beth and onto her back.

She grabbed the zuke in both hands and started to fuck herself – really fuck herself, Beth was shocked to see with the thing. Mary Jo's eyes rolled, and she pushed her knees higher and higher, deepening her pussy for the merciless thrusts, then she was coming like a bitch, squealing and moaning, her feet kicking high into the air.

Beth hugged Mary Jo tightly as the girl exploded. She fed one of her nipples into the redhead's mouth, groaning, as Mary Jo's lips closed around it. Reaching down, she frigged the girl's clit intensifying the orgasm that the mike had brought to the teenager.

"Well," she said finally, "I guess we fucked up dinner, didn't we?"

"I'm really pissed off at you," Mary Jo replied. "I was kinda saving my cherry for when I fell in love, you know? And you popped it without even asking."

"How do you know you're in love if you don't get fucked first?" Beth asked. "What if you saved your cherry for that, then found out it wasn't love?"

She snuggled closer to Mary Jo.

"Listen, honey," she said, "I've been thinking about all of this – me fucking your dad, and you fucking my dad, and both of us fucking each other, you know? And I had this, like, fantastic idea about how we could all have some real fun. But it would only work if you're pretty broad-minded, if you get my drift."

"I fucked you in the ass with a carrot," Mary Jo responded. "I'm not broad-minded enough to screw dogs or anything like that, but if you have an idea, I'm open for almost anything."

"Okay?" Beth said. "C'mere and kiss me, and I'll tell you all about it."

"I need to work, not fuck," John Craig complained. "My editor is riding my ass. He wants a revision, and he wanted it a week before last…"

"Awwww…" Beth pouted, hanging over the top of his word processor. "This is the first time you ever didn't want to fuck me. Is the romance over, Big Daddy? Is that it? Are you tired of me? Anyway, you can write when Mary Jo gets back. It's pretty darn hard for us to fuck when you're always looking over your shoulder to make sure your cute daughter can't hear us. Like, I bet she knows that people screw. I knew when I was her age. Not that it was so long ago, I mean."

John frowned. "I wish you hadn't let Mary Jo take your car out for a spin. Sure, she has her license, but what if she has a fender bender? My insurance doesn't cover her, and you don't have any, and…"

Beth stood up. She slowly peeled her T-shirt upward, displaying her tits, the nipples looking like sweet fat gumdrops. She cupped her tits and wiggled them at John. "We want to fuck! We want to fuck!"

"Okay, okay!" John pinned.

The sight of her tits always gave him a boner. If she'd pulled down her pants and flashed that shaven cunt at him, he might have squirted in his pants. Now, he knew a better place to squirt. "But we'll have to hurry. Mary Jo won't be gone all that long."

"Maybe she'll find a boyfriend and not come back at all," Beth teased, leading him up to the bedroom, and whispering in his ear.

"You wanna do what?" John asked, peeling out of his shorts. "That's nutty, even for you, Beth."

The naked brunette shook her head. "No it isn't! I read about it once in a magazine and I have wanted to try it like, forever!"

She sashayed to the closet door and pushed aside the robe that hung there.

"See? I already took care of things."

About three and a half feet from the floor there was a circular hole, freshly made, in the door. Another deduction from the security deposit, John sighed.

"It's called the Glory Hole," Beth explained. "I read about it in this article in a porno magazine. They have 'em at sex clubs. You just stick your prick through the hole, and then – whatever happens, happens! And that's what I want to do."

John shook his head. What an airhead! But what a fuck she was, too. And if this excited her, he could get behind it. It might even be fun.

Beth giggled. "You go in the closet. And put your tool through the Glory Hole. I promise, baby, you will go to glory – and beyond!"

The door closed behind him, and a moment later, his cock came dangling through the hole. He wasn't hard, but with a few moments in her mouth, he would be. John leaned against the door, waiting for the sweet touch of her tongue.

Mary Jo tiptoed into the room, trying so hard not to giggle. Beth was kneeling by the closed wardrobe door, grinning smugly, and a limp but awesome cock hung through the circular hole that Mary Jo and Beth had made. Her dad, Mary Jo realized, was damn well hung. She wouldn't know, till he was hard, if he measured up to Beth's dad, but she suspected he would be awfully close if not bigger.

Beth took the cock by its tip. She jiggled it delicately, and she leaned in close to breathe across the flesh. Her tongue extended for one lazy lick, about halfway down the shaft.

Mary Jo squatted beside Beth, fingers clenching and unclenching along her thighs as she watched Beth getting her dad's prick ready.

The girl was naked, and she was ready, already. She had to hang onto something. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, making her nipples pop up erect. As she held her tits, she worked her fingers back and forth over the straining buds. It felt so good that she wanted to whine in delight, but she bit her lip and forced herself to remain silent.

"Mmmm, yeah, baby!" she heard her father say from behind the door. "But I don't see the turn-on in this. I'd recognize your mouth in the middle of a Mazola heap. Where's the thrill? We could be a lot more comfortable doing this on the bed, face to face."

Beth looked over at Mary Jo. Her eyebrows lifted, and she aimed John's prick at his redheaded daughter.

Mary Jo mulled it over one more time. Now that it was actually here, in front of her, she wasn't sure she could do it. But Beth had fucked her dad for years, and it hadn't done anything bad to her. Mary Jo was sure that Beth had been born as dumb as she now seemed to be. It had nothing to do with taking her dad's prick up the shithole on a daily basis.

Oh, what the hell? the redhead thought. She ovaled her lips and slid them down over the tip of her father's prick, slurping delicately as she took him onto her tongue.

"Ahhh!" John sighed, thrusting a little. "That's a new lick, baby. Have you been practicing without me or something?"

Mary Jo couldn't believe how good, how delicious, her dad's cock tasted. It was the fourth one she'd had in her mouth, total, but she was sure she liked it best of all. There was a manly, arousing flavor to John's cock, and his daughter relished it, rolling her tongue around and around the throbbing cock-knob.

His prick was getting bigger. Jesus, she thought, I do believe he's gonna outsize Mr. Reynolds! The more she sucked, the longer his cock protruded from the small round hole in the door. She kept glancing down the shaft, a little apprehensive that his cock was gonna engorge so thickly he might never get his cock back through the small opening.