"Make room for daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Ron)

CHAPTER SIX

Actually, there wasn't a hell of a lot to do. Maybe the locals didn't have all that much fun. But Dad and Beth seemed to be doing okay. And at least, with her body safely coated in sunscreen, Mary Jo could lie naked in the backyard and absorb some rays.

And, if she wanted to touch herself in special places, there weren't any snooping neighbors around to spy on her. She took off her top and leaned down to kiss the upper curves of her tits, extending her tongue to reach a nipple, as she learned she could do, only last night.

"D'ja miss me, Pinky?" she whispered to the nipple she was licking.

Her nipples seemed to vibrate in response. She squeezed it between her fingers, purring as it began to harden. Her tongue grazed the arching tip of the other nipple, and it got hard too.

Mary Jo slipped out of her bottom, dropping it beside her bra top, in the grass. She had the place to herself today.

Dad was at school, for more conferences with his seminar students, and Beth had some errands to run. She'd invited Mary Jo to come along, but the girl didn't feel like it. And now, lying nude in the sun, Mary Jo was glad she'd stayed here.

One hand moved down, to stroke casually between her legs. There was nothing casual about having her pussy touched, even when it was her own that did it! There was a tingle in the center of her body, and it rippled slowly down her cunt tube, breaking like a mini-wave against the hand that caressed her pussy.

The mentholated shave cream had left her pussy tingling, and she had stroked the lips until they bubbled sweet sticky juice. Only then could Mary Jo finish the job of razoring her pussy clean.

She wondered if her father would think her shaved cunt was as cute as Beth's. She wondered why she was wondering about that. But by then her fingers were opening the sweet tight lips of her flowering, teenaged cunt, and the humid summer breeze began to blow upon the moist interior of Mary Jo's snatch, and it was no time to think about anything. Except pleasure.

The girl caressed her sweet sensitive pussy, sighing, as her fingers brought her to a heightened awareness of herself. So many things had happened to her in the last few days.

She had sucked two different cocks, emptying their gushing sperm-loads into her mouth. She had fingered and sucked her dad's girlfriend, for Chrissakes! She'd even jerked off with her father's favorite pipe while listening to him butt-boning Beth. And the sounds had been even more exciting than the noises she used to hear from Mom and Zack, because now the girl had a really good idea of what sex was all about.

Her finger dipped into the tight-mouthed well of her cunt, moistening itself in the juices that oozed from her depths, and she brought it up to her mouth so she could lick them, taste herself in arousal.

I taste good, she thought. I really taste good! No wonder Beth's brown eyes had sparkled so excitedly while she was licking the juice out of Mary Jo.

She began to suck the finger in and out of her mouth, pretending it was a prick three or four times as thick and long as her slim finger, while her other hand continued to toy with the folds and creases of her pussy.

"Well, I'll be damned!" a voice called out. "Is that bastard Craig stocking this place with cunt?"

Mary Jo sat up, startled by the intrusion. She was very conscious of her nakedness, but she had nothing except her hands with which to cover herself, and they weren't big enough to do a good job.

A man was standing beside the house. He was a big man, sunburned, balding on top, his hair inching up gray at the sides. He wore work pants and a T-shirt, and his arms were tattooed. His belly was prominent, but he didn't look fat at all.

Mary Jo knew, by looking at him, that his stomach was hard as iron.

"Who are you?" she asked, hugging her arms around herself. At least she was hiding her tits. "This is private property!"

"I'm sort of an in-law. My name's Worley Reynolds. The cocksucker who lives here is shacked up with my Beth. Who are you, some other ripe piece he's got living with him?"

"I'm his daughter," Mary Jo said defensively. "And I don't like the way you're talking about my dad!"

"Big fucking deal," Worley said. "Where is Beth, anyway? I figured if she's going to live in sin with John Craig, she might as well have all of her shit over here. It's all boxed, in the back of my pickup."

He was eyeing Mary Jo up and down as he talked, and though his voice sounded casual, his eyes weren't that way at all.

Mary Jo tilted her head to one side and stared back at him, but he was glancing downward at her pussy.

Could he see that she had shaved her cunt? the girl wondered, blushing a little. And how much had he seen before he announced his presence, anyway?

She looked up at him, studying his eyes. Then she smiled. "Beth went into town. Don't you think you oughta leave? I'm not exactly dressed for company."

The knowledge that he wanted her was suddenly exciting, even more exciting than what she'd been doing to her pussy before the interruption.

"I'm Mary Jo Craig," she said, allowing one hand to slip momentarily from its cover up on a round, conical titty.

She flashed her pink nipple at him, then covered it up again, as if the exposure had been accidental. She kept her legs pulled up tightly, but she leaned back, just for a second, and she knew that he could see her cunt was hairless.

"Pleased to meet you," Worley said, grinning.

He came closer, and she knew he was going to make a play for her. The events of the last few days had really opened her eyes to a lot of things. She knew now that she was kittenish and sexy, and that men wanted to fuck her.

She liked the way Worley Reynolds was eyeballing her, as he came a little closer still. She could almost reach out and touch him, if she wanted, but she was not going to be so easy as that. No, he'd have to work for it, if he wanted anything from Mary Jo.

"Would you turn your back so I can put my bikini back on?" she asked.

"Hell, honey, I've already seen everything you got. And I saw what you were doing when you didn't know anybody was watching, too. Rubbing that hairless pussy of yours, and squeezing your nipples." He dropped to his heels, arms draped over his knees, and he eyed her frankly. "Did you shave?"

Mary Jo smiled. Her hands slid off her tits for a moment, and she flashed both nipples at him before she covered them again. Her legs parted slightly, and she let him have a quick glimpse of her tight pink pussy.

"You're a dirty old man," she whispered. "Real dirty."

He laughed out loud. His hand snaked out and touched her red hair. "You sure got that right, honey."

With his shirt off, she could see that Worley was solid everywhere. His chest was hairy as hell. He sat on the blanket beside her, stroking the back of his hand up and down her arm, over to the curve of her shoulder, up to her neck and then down again.

Mary Jo sat breathlessly, her tits uncovered. They jiggled with the motion of her chest, and her nipples were pointy-stiff. Her legs were stretched out, and all of her freshly-shaven pussy was bare to his eyes. But not to his hands. Every time he reached down to touch her cunt, she pushed his fingers away.

"Un-uh," she teased, "you shouldn't be doing that."

"You're a juicy one, aren't you?" Worley answered, cupping a firm tit.

Mary Jo moaned softly as he squeezed, his fingers clenching her tit. The nipple heated against his palm. She put her hand atop his to brush it away, but she ended up clenching down with him, adding to the delicious pressure.

There was beer on his breath when he kissed her. She kinda liked the taste. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue inside, and as she did, Mary Jo eased backward. Worley moved with her, and now she was lying flat out, and he was partly atop her, his hairy chest brushing against her tingly-nippled tits.

He shifted, and let his crotch brush against her bare thigh. She could feel how huge his cock was inside his pants. Jesus, it was bigger than Zack's, for damn sure! She squirmed, turning her lower body until she was belly to belly against him, and she kept on squirming, certain she could feel his prick hardening.

"You wanna play with my cock?" he whispered. "Naughty girl like you probably likes to play with a hard prick, right, Mary Jo?"

"No!" she teased, giggling. "I'm not that naughty!"

But to tell the truth, she was dying to feel his cock throbbing in her hands, to taste the swollen heat of his big, arousing cock.

Worley's mouth kissed every inch of her face.

He moved down her neck, nibbling and nipping. Mary Jo squirmed and moaned a little. His tongue lapped her tits. He circled the base of a conical tit and scaled its slope to her nipple.

Mary Jo watched in fascination mixed with excitement as Worley tongued around and around her pink areola. She could see little goose bumps rising on the smooth texture of her nipple. The tip got harder and harder. His tongue flicked it, then he grinned up at her. He sucked her tit into his mouth, gulping as if he meant to eat it!

No one had ever sucked Mary Jo quite as roughly as Beth's dad was doing. He fed on her tit, chewing her smooth flesh, whipping his tongue around her totally extended nipple. His hand was on her other tit, but a moment later he switched, his massive, hairy body jammed tight against Mary Jo as he sucked her.

She put her leg across him and squirmed closer to him, her hands stroking up and down his back and shoulders. He was hairy as an ape back there, too. Fucking him would be like fucking an animal, she thought, and the very idea made her pussy bubble in anticipation.

That cock inside his pants became harder and harder. Good thing he wore his trousers a little loose. The bloating of his prick would have surely split them open if they were any tighter. She rubbed her belly against him, relishing the way he felt, relishing the knowledge that she had made him get so hard and big.

"You're being very bad," she told him, struggling to sound as young and as innocent as possible. "I shouldn't let you do that."

He came up for air, panting. "Nothing your dad isn't doing to my daughter, right, honey? Sauce for the goose, sauce for the gander!"

Worley sat up, pulling Mary Jo upright. He took her hands and put them on the front of his pants, making her feel the stiffness, the size, of his cock.

"Take it out," he told her. "Let's see if you know how to suck, too."

She did, but she wanted to tease him a little longer. "I couldn't. That would be very naughty. I'd have to be, like, really hot before I could ever do anything like that."

Worley stood up, towering above her. Spittle frothed on his lips. "See how naughty this makes you feel!"

He unzipped and yanked down his trousers. His prick sprang out, enormously long and thick. It looked like a baseball bat with the balls hanging just beneath.

Mary Jo ducked, half-afraid it would sock her in the head and knock her out before she'd had any real fun.

"Jesus!" she gasped, truly admiring God's handiwork. She gulped. "I'm still not hot enough to be bad with you, Mr. Reynolds."

Worley stepped out of his pants. Now he was as naked as Mary Jo. He dropped to his knees, his cock sticking up and bumping her in the tits.

"Then let's get you hot," he suggested.