Ron Taylor: Make room for daughter

His prick thrust toward her face, and she lapped hungrily at the knob as it emerged from between her tits. Her lips closed around it, and she sucked, hard enough to show she cared, gently enough to make his balls tingle with lust.

John thrust upward, into her mouth, while he listened as best he could to the voice coming through the phone.

"What makes you think she'd be coming up here?" he asked.

"Where else would she go, if she's run away from home?" Barbara replied.

He could imagine the pout on Barbara's face right now, even if she was a hundred miles away and talking to him through the wire. He'd always hated that pout.

Beth was holding John's cock now, her fingers around the velvet-smooth and obscenely bloated knob. With her other hand, she squeezed her tit, massaging it against John's cockshaft. She leaned down and licked his cock. Her eyes glittered.

She straightened up and took both tits in hand, fondling them. Her nipples seemed to extend like a telescope. She closed her eyes and leaned forward to take him full into her mouth gulping as she sucked his cock deep and tongued his flesh. Her lips tightened, sliding up and down the shaft of John's prick. He fucked into her gullet, and she took him with just a roll of the eyes.

Listening to Barbara was impossible. All he understood was that their daughter had gotten pissed off about something, that Mary Jo had run away from home, and that she was probably coming up to his place.

Fuck! That was all John needed right now, his daughter underfoot! He closed his eyes and relished the sweet hot sucking that Beth Reynolds lavished upon his cock.

His hand caressed Beth's head as he stuffed her mouth with his throbbing prick, feeling the need grow within his balls.

"Okay," he told his ex-wife, not even aware of what he'd agreed to.

There was a click in his ear and he threw the phone down, taking Beth's head in both hands and fucking her almost savagely in the mouth.

He came almost without warning, his cum filling Beth's mouth.

She gasped. "Ahhhhh!"

Her throat opened, drinking the hot sticky offering of John's sperm. Her lips moved along the length of his shaft, urging him to give her another, and yet another, squirt of his semen. He was coming like a fountain, no way to stop it, and he just let his cum pour into his lover's mouth.

"So what was the call?" Beth asked languidly, lying beside John and caressing his hand as he played with her swollen nipples.

"Just something to make my life more complicated," John sighed.

It was a Tuesday night and there were only a few passengers on the bus.

Mary Jo Craig sat by herself, at the rear of the big Greyhound, wishing she were relaxed enough to sleep a little. But she was still too hyper.

She closed her eyes and leaned back, breathing evenly, willing herself to sleep, but it wasn't working. Her mind was reliving all that had happened at home.

Shivering a little, she tasted again the sudden thick spurt of Zack's jizz, splashing her tongue. She'd heard of blowjobs – who hadn't? – but she'd never dreamed the stuff would taste so good!

Mary Jo had been tremendously excited, even though she knew it was more than a little naughty.

I'd have let him fuck me, she told herself, hardly believing it. My panties were already off, my cunt dripping, and there was an emptiness between my legs that his big hard cock could have filled soooo finely!

She squirmed, her thighs rubbing together. Under her short skirt, her pussy was still alive with the excitement that she had discovered within herself tonight.

And then Mom, coming in right in the middle of it all! But it hadn't been Mary Jo's fault, not really. Zack had started the whole thing, and then he'd just gotten her so hot she couldn't make him stop – she didn't really want him to stop, once it got that far!

She bit her lip and pressed her ass downward, while her soft smooth thighs continued to agitate the hot flesh cupped inside her panties.

She was conscious of movement in the aisle. She glanced through half-closed eyes.

"Is anyone sitting here?" a soft voice whispered.

Mary Jo didn't answer. Even in the dark, she knew who was talking to her. It was a sailor, probably down from Great Lakes and going home on leave. She'd seen him at the bus station, and thought him kinda cute.

Mary Jo took a deep breath, and she shifted slightly in her seat.

He took it as a yes and sat down in the seat beside hers. Her eyes still mostly closed, Mary Jo watched him watching her. The way he looked her up and down was curiously provocative.

She realized now that guys had looked at her that way before, but she'd never really known what it meant, not until Zack had begun to teach her things. Now, studying his face through half shut eyelids, she felt as if she could read the sailor's mind.

Her heart was pumping faster. New, startling ideas were flooding her brain. Still feigning sleep, she moved again, and her cheek came to rest against his shoulder. She made a little soft purring noise, but she was trying hard not to giggle from the tension, the excitement, the thrill of the stalk!

Again she moved, and the nutty points of her tits brushed against his arm. She wasn't wearing her bra. There hadn't been much time to dress up when she took off, a few hours ago.

She'd run away from home on the spur of the moment, dressing in a hurry, stealing fifty dollars from her mother's purse while Mom and Zack mended their fences in the bedroom. The sonofabitch! He'd gotten Mary Jo all hot and bothered, he'd wormed his way out of the blame, and when the girl went out the backdoor, he'd been fucking the shit out of Mary Jo's mom, in the bedroom!

Now she was on her way to her dad's place. She couldn't stay at home any longer. But it was still many miles to where her dad lived, and Mary Jo was feeling the tug of new, thrilling emotions.

She pressed her tits against the sailor's arm, and she felt his body quiver slightly in response. Her cheek slid along the curve of his shoulder and she knew her hair was touching his face.

Then she eased away, murmuring again, and she slid over to her side of the seat. Her back was to the window, and she lay facing him, still pretending that she was asleep but totally available. If he was man enough to come after it.

He leaned toward him. He touched her shoulders, and she didn't awaken – she only made a soft sighing sound, like the purr of a kitten. She glimpsed the hesitation on his face. Then his hands moved down, cupping the curves of her tits, through her thin shift.

As his hands caressed her hard nippled tits, she breathed a soft sigh of satisfaction.

"Are you asleep?" he asked in a tentative voice.

She didn't answer. Peeking, she saw him gasp.

His fingers hesitated a moment longer, stroking the points of her tits, feeling the stiffened nipples throb just beneath the fabric of her blouse. And then he started to unbutton her blouse.

She wanted to laugh out loud but she didn't dare. Not yet, at least. Let's see how far he would go when he thought he was having his way with an unconscious girl!

He opened her blouse and exposed her pink capped, freckled tits. He couldn't see the freckles in the dark, but he could see the perfect cupcake curves of Mary Jo's tits.

Mary Jo could see the saliva bubbling on his lips. She arched her back slightly, and her tits seemed to spring into his hands. His fingers squeezed around them. He couldn't help but feel the rapidity of her heartbeat, but he still didn't seem to understand that he was being had.

She sighed again, and her eyes opened, very slowly.

"What are you doing to me?" she asked, sitting up.

The sudden motion pushed her tits even more firmly into his palms and she didn't make a move to knock his hands away.