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CHAPTER FIVE

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.

Now the guy in the book – it was hard to think of him as anyone other than her father – was fucking the Vietnamese girl up the butt, just like Dad was doing right now to Beth, upstairs. The story came alive on the page. Mary Jo had her cunt open, and she was massaging it with her fingertips.

She yanked upward on her panties, and the crotch piece rolled into a thin strip that sawed up and down the swampy-wet gash of her pussy. She pulled, stretching the fabric tighter. It was like a buzz saw rubbing against her tender cunt, and it hurt, but God, it hurt so fucking good.

She strained against the pressure, urging her pussy to take more and more of the sexy punishment. Her eyes scanned the pages, and she sighed softly each time she read the word "fuck" or "cock", as the story reproduced Beth's moans and sobs of ecstasy.

Mary Jo stood up for a moment, yanking down her panties. She needed more room for exploration. She pushed her panties to her ankles. She spread her legs. She peeled back the tight wet cuntlips and stroked the slick interior of her cunt with her fingers, moaning a little as her clit enlarged even more.

She pinched it between her fingertips, just for the pleasure of hearing herself whine. Dad and Beth would never notice. They were deep into what sounded like one really hot fuck! And her hot pussy was so aroused that it ached and throbbed and oozed out tiny bubbles of cum. She wetted her fingers in the stuff, massaging it back into the juicy hole that it had come out of.

Dad's pipe was in the ashtray. She picked it up, sniffing at the smokey aroma that clung to it. She even put it in her mouth, sucking at the stem the way she had sucked Zack's cock, and the cock of the sailor on the bus.

Mary Jo was getting good at this. She found she could hold the pipe with her lips, while moving it in and out by jaw action alone. It slipped in and out like a very thin cock, and she drooled all over the smooth plastic stem.

And then she got a nasty idea. She took the pipe out from her lips and rubbed the mouthpiece back and forth over her wet pussylips. It slipped into her pussy, moistening itself on Mary Jo's juices. She rubbed her cunt briskly with it, loving the hardness against her cunt.

"Oooohh!" She giggled.

Wouldn't her father be surprised the next time he smoked his pipe. God, what a thought! She laughed again as she looked down at the pipe stem as it slicked up and down through her spread cunt-gash.

She spread her legs wider, scooting forward on the chair so she could get a better look at her exposed pussy. Her splayed cunt-hole had an almost perfectly round mouth, distended by her pressing fingertips. She rubbed the pipe across her bud-like clit, then she wedged the end of the stem into the open mouth of her hole. A shiver rippled through her body.

She'd never had anything but fingers in her cunt, and the pipe stem was a lot harder than any of her fingers. Smaller, but harder. She pushed it a little deeper, and her cunt opened grudgingly to make room. But she could only go so far, and no more.

The pipe protruded from her cunt, anchored by the inch or so of stem that she had inserted in her hole. If it had been loaded and lit, she thought, she could have smoked it with her pussy!

Mary Jo gripped the pipe and began to fuck herself with it, in short, jabby, shallow strokes. Her body jerked each time the end bumped her cherry, and for a time or two, she thought she had busted herself. With extraction and reinsertion, she was only getting about two inches inside, but oh, fucking God, it was enough for her.

Juice oozed from Mary Jo's cunt as she masturbated herself on her father's pipe. She found it moving a little deeper into her cunt. The friction between her cuntlips plus a little thumb-work on her clit, and Mary Jo started to do, some of her own moaning. She squeezed the sides of her arms against her tits.

Her pink nipples were up big and hard. She stretched and found that she could get her tongue onto them, if she held her tits steady with her arms. Her tongue whipped the pointy nipple tip, and ripples of excitement sped through her tits. Her saliva dripped onto the pink buds, and she used her tongue to polish them up.

Upstairs, Beth was definitely coming. "Oooooh, Big Daddy, fuck my motherfucking asshole!"

The bedsprings rocked, and she squealed loud enough to wake up everyone between here and Columbus. John didn't even bother trying to shut her up. Mary Jo could hear him panting and groaning as he packed the fudge to Beth. His groans were deep-voiced, and the very sound of them made Mary Jo's clit swell in even greater arousal.

My dad must be one hell of a fuck! she thought wildly, frigging her juicy cunt with his favorite pipe. Mary Jo moaned and began to come, rocking in ecstasy on her father's desk chair. She squeezed her legs together, using them to hold the pipe in place, and she caressed her tits, her clit, her tingling thighs, relishing the orgasm it bubbled though her.

She was still dizzy when she stood up.

Somehow she got the pages back into order, stacking them as neatly as she could. She put John's pipe back in the ashtray. It glistened from the sheen of juice that had oozed down its length, dripping from her hot wet cunt. She'd give anything to see her father's face when he put the thing in his mouth to light up. Would he recognize the taste of pussy?

As she turned to go back to her own room, she couldn't help wondering just what sort of a fuck her father really was. Beth sounded as if she had no complaints, and that was for damn sure. And if he threw a fuck half as good as he wrote about one, Mary Jo figured her father must be one hell of a man in the sack.

Carrying her panties in her hand, Mary Jo tiptoed back upstairs to her bedroom. She nestled under the covers, curling up in a ball. The workout had been strenuous. Now she needed to get a little sleep.