Ron Taylor: Make room for daughter

Even in the dark she knew he was blushing. "I-I'm sorry," he said, releasing her tits. "I shouldn't have done that…"

Mary Jo took his hand and put it back, where she wanted it. She stroked the fingers as she coaxed them down in a cup around her firm tit.

"Yes, you should have," she whispered. "You really should have…"

They had the back of the bus to themselves, and Mary Jo was determined to take full advantage. For such a cute guy, he was more than slightly shy, now that he was faced with a wide-awake girl, and she moved into the lead, guiding him instinctively. She had no idea where the inspiration came from, but she loved the way it made her feel.

Mary Jo braced her shoulders against the window and fed him her tits, while she led his hand up her tingly inner thigh and past the lacy leg opening of her panties.

His fingers began to stroke tentatively through her red patch of pussy fur. Again and again they brushed against her quivering cuntlips, and she writhed a little with each caress, shoving a tit up into his sucking mouth.

"Oh, yesssss!" she purred, flexing her thighs around his hand.

He found her tight cunt slit and insinuated a fingertip between her pussylips. She gasped at the sudden penetration. Cunt juice oozed from her pussy, and his finger moved into the wetness, scratching lightly at the slick hot inner flesh.

He moved his lower body, and she felt, suddenly, thrillingly, the stiffness of his cock inside his pants.

Her eyes opened wide. "Wow! Did I do that to you?"

She reached down to stroke the front of his trousers, rubbing up and down over the bulge with the flat of her hand. His cock got bigger and harder with each stroke, and so did her nipple, which was pulsating against his tongue.

She glanced up to the front of the bus, making certain that none of the other passengers was watching, and then she started to unbutton the sailor's pants.

I must be fucking crazy! Mary Jo told herself, but as her hand went inside and she took hold of his throbbing, swollen cock, she didn't even care!

She took his cock out of his pants, her trembly fist sliding up and down the length of the sailor's prick. His cock wasn't as big as Zack's, but he had all the cock she could handle, and then some. She tightened her fist, thumb pressed against the big prominent tube on the underside. His pulse raced, and so did hers.

"Make me come!" she gasped. "And I'll do almost anything!"

His finger went crazy inside her pussy. She kissed his face and humped her cunt along the wiggly, jerky excitement of his flicking digit.

"My clit," she whispered, "play with my clit… make me come all over that finger, baby… oooohhhhh!"

He frigged her passionately, alternating finger-stabs up her cunt with heated stimulation of her erected clit. She squirmed, bathing his hand in the juices that leaked from her cunt.

Her thighs flexed and squeezed rhythmically, and she kept on jerking his cock. Pre-cum bubbled from his cock-slit. She wetted her fingers, lubing the handjob she gave the sailor's prick.

Orgasm hit Mary Jo suddenly, like the kick of a mule. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming with ecstasy. Her pussy convulsed around his finger, and she pissed bubbly juices into the hollow of his hand while she sucked his mouth in a paroxysm of passion.

He stayed with her while she came.

She sank back, panting. "Your turn now, right?"

She giggled, sitting up straight and wrapping both hands around his hard cock. It was the wry least she could do.

Mary Jo bent over the sailor's lap, her mouth already drooling for the taste of his cock. She wanted that fucker in her mouth! She was thirsting for the squirt of his cum! Yesterday, she'd never have dreamed of doing anything like this, but yesterday was gone.

Her lips ovaled automatically, and she slid them in a moist trail up and down the hard, elongated shaft of his cock. There was a fresh, hot, meaty taste, and she savored it, her kisses becoming wetter, more passionate, as she worked her lips on the length of his prick.

She came to the bulbous cock-knob, and it was sticky-wet from his pre-cum. She pressed her mouth against the drooling piss-slit, and she planted one smacking little kiss after another on his cock.

Jesus, she thought, I don't even know his fucking name!

Her lips parted, and she eased the end of his prick inside, sipping as it entered her mouth. He leaned back, gasping, sighing, running his fingers through her wiry red hair. She gulped, slurping his prick with growing excitement.

His pants were down, and his shorts too, and she had a fistful of his balls while she fed on his hard cock. She squeezed them, testing his endurance and expanding her own sexual knowledge at the same time. She felt him shudder, and she knew that he was getting a lot more than he had bargained for.

His cock got harder as she sucked on it, and she had to pull more determinedly to get all of his cock into her mouth. He wasn't overly big, but Jesus, was he ever hard! And her tongue, lapping his cock-knob then sliding down to lick the bulging swell of his cum-vein, registered a hot pulse that raced through his aroused prick.

Mary Jo moved onto her knees, her back braced against the rear of the seat ahead, and she worked her face lower onto the impaling thrust of his hard prick.

She couldn't believe that she was sucking this stranger's cock, in the dark, at the rear of a bus moving through the night. For Christ's sake, she thought, I'm still a virgin! But she didn't suck like a virgin. She knew it, and so did the young, horny sailor.

"Suck my prick, you pretty slut," he panted, trying to fill her mouth with his aroused meat.

She gagged on his fuck-thrusts, but she didn't stop sucking, not for a moment. She was as hungry to eat him as he was to be eaten.

Oh, she was a slut, all right! Zack had turned her into one. Fondling her, getting her hot, forcing her to eat his prick, threatening to fuck her sweet virgin pussy!

She gulped, dragging more of the young sailor's cock into her drooling mouth. She moaned around the sailor's cock, and her teeth bit into the hard flesh.

The boy leaned back, gasping, and he rammed up, three, four times, pounding his prick into Mary Jo's mouth. She took each stroke, matching him gasp for gasp but not letting up for even a second. Her lips stretched around his cockshaft, pulling more of his prick into her mouth with a thirsting hunger that could not be denied.

She had both hands around his balls now, yanking, squeezing them like the jaws of a vise. He made some yelps, and his fingers dug into her skull while he ram-fucked his prick into Mary Jo's mouth.

Her lips slid downward, and she was kissing the base of his cock while her eyes goggled in wonder, her throat fucked full of his prick. She felt as if she were going to burst, but something told her that the sailor would explode before she did.

And suddenly her mouth was full of his squirting, salty cum! It gushed from his prick, thicker and more viscous than Zack's explosion had been. The cum gravy splattered her tongue, and she sucked it down her throat without a second thought. Her head bobbed up and down, and Mary Jo climaxed again, responding to the fury of the young sailor's explosive orgasm in her mouth.

His cum tasted a little different from Zack's. Not better, not worse, only different. She fed on him, massaging his cock with her lips until he had ceased to squirt, and still she held him, reluctant to release his cock even though his cock was beginning to soften inside her mouth.

Each sucking pull brought forth another sputtery bubble of sperm, and the snot-like fluid coated her lapping tongue. She let the stuff ooze down her throat. Her lips pulled again, teasing the guy's cock in the hope that it would stay hard.