Ron Taylor: Make room for daughter

"Are you gonna let me fuck you, Mary Jo? Are you gonna spread those cute legs and let me stick my big cock into your sweet virgin pussy? I know it's sweet because I've had my tongue inside it, remember? And I tasted those honey cum juices from deep inside you. Now I want to put my cock in there and fill you up with my cum. It doesn't taste like honey, but your hot cunt will eat it up just like pizza!"

Mary Jo was frightened. What if it hurt when he fucked her? She'd heard that girls always bled, and if her pussy bled, it would have to hurt, too, wouldn't it?

"I-I don't know," she murmured, letting up her sucking for a moment, "I don't know, if I should…"

Back into her mouth she took him, and this time she gulped and swallowed half of his cock. She couldn't gauge the length of his prick. From her position, his cock seemed a mile long. He had far more cock than she could comfortably suck, but the fever was upon Mary Jo now, and her body ached to feel his cock going even deeper into her mouth.

She worked up and down swiftly, sucking hard. She could feel the heat, the pulsation in his cock, throbbing against her lapping tongue. He was groaning as he fed his cock into Mary Jo's hungry mouth.

Her own hand was bringing her pussy closer and closer to another orgasm, and her tits ached like hell in his clutching fingers. Maybe she would let him fuck her, even though she knew it was a naughty thing to do.

But the decision was taken out of her hands, and his, without warning.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck!" Zack gasped, shivering. His body stiffened, and his cock rammed into Mary Jo's wet mouth. He let go of her tits and grabbed her head.

Mary Jo cowered, almost frightened, as he began to slick his wet prick, in and out of her mouth in quick, excited strokes and plunges. Her lips slackened slightly, letting him fuck her mouth, and in another moment she understood why the fever had grabbed him so suddenly.

"Ohhhhh!" she gurgled, her mouth filling for the first time with the hot squirts of his sperm.

Jizz gushed across her tongue, and she swallowed his load without even thinking of what she was doing. The response seemed so natural, so automatic, and his cum tasted salty sweet, felt sticky on her tongue and warm as it moved down her gullet with the contractions of her gulping throat.

He's coming in my mouth! she thought. He's actually coming in my Goddamn mouth!

He backed out of her mouth, his cock still rigid, a long spidery trickle of sperm hanging from the tip. She watched hypnotically as the string of jizz swayed and stretched. He had filled her mouth, and some of his jism was oozing from her lips as she stared at his cock, but Mary Jo hardly noticed.

She took hold of his cock again, and impulsively she kissed the piss-slit that had given her such a tasty treat.

"Okay," she whispered. "I think it would be okay, if you really wanted to fuck me, I mean…"

"The Goddamn hell it will!"

Both Zack and Mary Jo turned at the same moment.

Barbara Craig, Mary Jo's mother, had evidently just come into the house, and it was obvious that she didn't like what she was seeing. She dropped her books on the floor, then stomped toward the couch, her fists clenching.

"You sonofabitch! You rotten sonofabitch! And you…" Barbara stared at her daughter, "…I oughta beat your ass black and blue, you evil slut!"

"She came on to me!" Zack gasped, trying to get his cock back into his pants without breaking it off. "I swear to God, Barb! She asked for the whole… she wanted it, she even asked me to fuck her…"

Mary Jo looked up in shock. She could tell, from the way her mother was looking at Zack, that her mom was within an ace of believing the man.

"It's not true at all, Mom!" Then Mary Jo realized that she was stark naked. Her hands draped across the nude curves of her body. "He made me do it?"

Barbara slapped her daughter. "Be quiet!" The slap stung. Mary Jo felt tears welling in her green eyes.

"You're not lying to me, Zack? She came on to you? Oh, God, I've wondered when she'd start slutting out. She's old enough, and big enough. And from what I saw, I doubt that's the from blowjob she's given. All right, Mary Jo! You've stepped into deep shit now. You're rounded for life! Now get to your room and don't let me see your face till I'm in a better mood. That may be a long time."

"But, Mom," Mary Jo whispered, standing up, holding her discarded clothes in front of her. "You didn't even listen to my side of it…"

Barbara slapped her again. "To your room, you nasty bitch!"

Sobbing, Mary Jo ran out of the living room. She locked her bedroom door and threw herself onto the bed.

John Craig leaned back, sighing with pleasure as Beth Reynolds anointed his throbbing cock with the juicy sweet wetness of her mouth. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman.

She was nineteen, with a body that didn't know the meaning of the word quit, and she could suck the chrome off a hubcap.

He glanced at the tube of K-Y lying beside her long, lean, tanned body. There was something else about her that he liked, too.

Beth took it up the ass more eagerly than most girls took it in the pussy. John let his fingers march along the sensuous curve of her back, to the swell her full, firm butt. She looked up from her suck work, smiling with a mouthful of his cock.

His fingers crept down into her ass crack. She squirmed a little, gagging momentarily on the hugely swollen prick he was feeding her, but she kept on blowing him.

His hand moved around to cup a dangling tit. Her nipple felt red hot in his palm. He squeezed into the firmness of her tit.

There was a lot to be said for being a divorced guy who still had his looks and his sexual potency, at thirty-eight. He was glad to be free of Barbara, and he hoped she would hurry up and get her real-estate license so he could quit paying her alimony.

Or maybe she'd just marry that fucker Zack and make a clean sweep of it. He missed his daughter, but Mary Jo was growing up and she didn't really need her daddy now. It was a sad thought, but Beth's hot wet mouth made it difficult for a guy to feel all that sorry for himself.

Beth lifted her head, licking her lips. "God, I love to suck your cock."

She giggled, rising to her knees to kiss him.

He filled his hands with her jiggly tits and she pushed them into his palms, while both her hands kept busy on his rigid cock.

John leaned the girl over and went down on her hard-nippled tits. Her nipple pulsated inside his mouth. John sucked vigorously.

Beth giggled, her arms around his head.

"Suck my tits, Big Daddy," she purred.

He feasted on Beth's throbbing tits, and as he sucked them, he got his fingers busy down between her open, inviting legs.

She had a shaven pussy, just like the whores in Saigon, all those years ago. John loved to slide his fingers up and down her crack, feeling the tingly tremble of her puffy cuntlips, the oozy drops of moisture that trickled out of her snug cunt as he fingered her. He loved the taste of a shaven cunt, too, and as he kept on playing with Beth, he got thirstier and thirstier for her sweet funky fuck-fragrance.

"Stretch out, baby," he said.

She stretched and spread, her legs wide apart and her cunt opening up for him. Her inner cuntlips were sticking out ever so slightly, as if they were waiting for his kiss.

John moved down her belly and onto the mound of Beth's cunt, nuzzling into her clean cunt-hole. His lips spread her pussy wider, and his tongue roved into the tangy, testy center of her cunt.

She sighed as he began to fuck his tongue in and out of her. She reached down to spread her cuntlips a little wider apart, stretching them until she couldn't hold back a soft gasping sound. Or was that from the way he was feasting on her juicy clit?