Ron Taylor - Make room for daughter

She climbed up Beth's prone, trembling body, pressing her down upon it. She put her hands on the other girl's cheeks and brought her mouth downward for a cum sharing kiss. Beth's tongue fucked in and out of Mary Jo's mouth.

Spit ran back and forth. Their tits jiggled, nipples flicking against nipples. Beth's legs spread and Mary Jo sank into the saddle, her red-furred cunt coming to rest once again atop Beth's shaven pussy.

Beth was holding her by the ass, grinding hard. Mary Jo was getting ready to come all over again. Beth's fingers played up and down the girl's ass-crack, even tickled the bud of her asshole. Mary Jo's eyes opened wide, a centimeter from Beth's, so close their eyelashes flicked against each other.

"What the fuck are you doooooing?" Mary Jo gasped.

Beth had shoved a wiggly finger into the virgin tightness of Mary Jo's ass. She gasped, and she stabbed.

"You can do a lot of nasty things with an asshole and a finger," Beth murmured. "Try it, honey – I know you'll like it!"

Mary Jo's head jerked upright, and her lower body pounded hard against Beth's. Her cunt slammed into the girl's shaven crotch. The ass poking finger followed, pinning her shitter. Her eyes rolled and she came again, skewered up the butt, her wet pussy melting against Beth's equally liquid crotch.

"Oh, fucking shit…"

Beth pushed her nipple into Mary Jo's mouth and the girl began to suck, moaning and murmuring, she didn't think she'd ever stop coming. And she didn't care how angry her dad got when he found out about Zack. The rhythmic prodding of the finger up her ass mixed with the funky heat of Beth's body beneath hers, taking Mary Jo to realms of delight that she had never felt before.

On Beth's advice, Mary Jo gave her dad a very cleaned-up version of what had happened at home. It was obvious he had not gotten any details from her mom, she bought the whole thing. She told him that her mom's boyfriend had made a pass at her, and Mom had taken his side.

John Craig got really intense when he heard about it.

"I think I'll just drive up to Cleveland and kick the fucking shit out of that son of a bitch." His voice sounded low and tight.

"No, no," Mary Jo insisted, "that would only make it worse. Can't I just stay here with you for a while? Like, I don't really want to have to put up with the crap at home, you know?"

"Sure, baby," John said. "You can stay here. As long as you want."

Beth, doing her fingernails in the kitchen, gave Mary Jo the high sign and a wink that was full of promise. Mary Jo smiled back, as her dad turned away. Yeah, she thought, it was going to work out okay!

Mary Jo found it a little hard to get to sleep that night. She was still tremendously excited by what she and Beth had done in the backyard, and she could hardly wait for tomorrow, just in case there was a chance to do it all again. She licked her lips, imagining that she could taste Beth's hot pussy juices which were still coating the rim of her mouth.

She dozed off a time or two, but she awoke from very sexy dreams.

"Damn," she whispered in the darkness, and her hands moved beneath the sheet, stroking the soft contours of her body.

She was wearing only her panties and a T-shirt, and her nipples already made pointy peaks in the front of the shirt. She squeezed her tits, sighing a little as her titties throbbed, responding to her caress.

Her hands moved lower, stroking the insides of her thighs. They worked up and down, and the tail of the shirt lifted. Her fingers went over onto her pussy, cuddled tightly in the snug fabric of her white cotton panties.

Mary Jo closed her eyes, relishing the feel of fingers playing across the outside of her panties. Then a noise made her sit upright in bed.

"Ohhhhhh, baby…"

She would recognize that voice anywhere. It was Beth, in heat.

"Shhhh! Don't wake up my daughter." "Mmmmm, honey," Beth said. "I can't help but make a little bit of noise when you stick that big hard thing up my tight hot asshole."

Mary Jo shivered. Beth whimpered again, and Mary Jo imagined what was going on in the room that her father shared with his girlfriend. She had had Beth's finger up her own asshole, getting explored there for the very first time, and she tried to imagine how it would have felt if Zack had attempted to put his big cock inside her butt!

She tossed back the covers and slipped out of bed, tiptoeing to her door. From the hallway, the sounds were much clearer – Beth whining, Dad panting a little, the bedsprings creaking rhythmically beneath them.

Mary Jo began to caress the undersides of her asscheeks.

"Up my ass, Big Daddy!" Beth groaned. "Oh, ram that rod up my Goddamn assssss!"

There was a hissing in her voice that made Mary Jo quiver ecstatically, as if she herself were getting plugged by a big prick.

Her fingers moved back and forth, from her pussy to her asshole, teasing her crotch through the thin layer of cotton. She could feel the wetness beginning to ooze into her panty crotch, and she rubbed briskly at her pussy.

Beth was still moaning and groaning. Mary Jo shivered.

Oooooh, God, her dad must be putting the meat to that skinny, big-titted slut! Was he squeezing her nipples? Was he running his hands all over that hot, hairless pussy?

Mary Jo's temples throbbed. She had to get away from the sounds. If she didn't, she couldn't be responsible!

She went downstairs. No matter where she went, Dad's bedroom seemed to be directly overhead, and she could hear the thumping of the bed as her father poked his prick in and out of Beth's asshole.

Jeez, could a woman really get off on being fucked up the ass? Mary Jo wondered. She sighed, remembering how good it had felt when Beth stuck a finger up her own ass.

She passed the door of her father's study, and she went inside. Even here, the sounds from upstairs were still plain, but not as plain as in the kitchen, or the living room. Mary Jo turned on the light.

Dad's word processor was on his desk, a stack of papers beside it. She'd not read much of her father's work. He published a lot of short stories, in little literary magazines, but Mom had always said his stuff was too adult for his teenaged daughter to read.

Mary Jo sat down at the desk and turned to the stack of papers. Anything to keep her mind off the itch in her pussy!

As soon as she started to read, she knew she had made the wrong decision. She shuffled through the pages, and her eyes got bigger and bigger.

It was definitely a book, set in Saigon during the war years. It was all about a bunch of soldiers visiting some whorehouse in Saigon.

As she listened to the sounds of fucking from upstairs, she read about the hero's sex encounter with a teen prostitute that night. God, this stuff was totally hard core!

"Fuck me, Big Daddy!" Beth screamed.

Mary Jo could imagine feeling each hard thick stroke that penetrated the brunette teenager's shitter, and she squirmed awkwardly on the leather chair. The leather felt hot beneath her wriggling ass, but her ass was a lot hotter.

Mary Jo reached down into her crotch. Her hand slipped into her panties, and she moved her fingers through the hair, tickling the lips of her pussy. She ate the hero's cock, sucking it deep into her mouth while he used three or four fingers deep in her tight pussy. There was a whole page describing how her cunt felt as the hero's hand moved inexorably into the slick hot hole.

Mary Jo squirmed and fidgeted, fingers pawing at her own wet cunt. She fingered her aroused clit, and she wasn't sure whether it was hard from what she was reading or from the noises that drifted down from her dad's bedroom. A bubble of juice oozed from the tight lips of her pussy. Her hand got wetter, and so did her panties.