Chapter 3
Larry and Louise enjoyed a healthy sexual relationship early in their marriage and vowed they would never let it become stale and dull. Together, they explored many paths of erotic excitement and enjoyed what they found.
The first time Louise felt her husband's face in her crotch, felt him sucking and licking there, she thought it must surely be the greatest of all sexual acts, greater even than sexual intercourse which she so loved. When his tongue licked her to climax, she became even wilder about the game.
Not long after that, when she was menstruating, they kissed and played until something had to be done about it.
"Be a dear, Louise," he whispered. "Take it in your hand and jerk me off, nice and slowly."
"I can do even better than that, darling," she told him in an excited whisper. "I can take it in my mouth and suck you off. I've never sucked a cock, but suddenly, I want to suck yours."
Larry's heart leaped, and so did his stiff penis as he lay back on the bed and, after Louise had fondled his organ for a while, she made him groan as she pushed the head slowly into her mouth. They had watched a couple of borrowed stag films together and she knew how to perform the act. Her mouth rode up and down on the shaft while her hands caressed him and he kept moaning as he tried to tell her how good she was at fellatio, then he was grunting in a different way as his semen shot into her sucking mouth and she took all he had to give her.
After her period had passed, they tried a variation of oral sex as, after playing for a long time and getting each other highly aroused, they lay end to end, he with his face pressed into her crotch, she with his stiff organ throbbing in her mouth. Before the passionate embrace ended, the two had climaxed magnificently.
Their sexual adventures were somewhat hampered late in her first pregnancy. When the doctor gave the green light for a return to sex, they resumed it eagerly, yet, though neither mentioned it, some of the original zest was missing.
The same thing happened after the birth of the second child. The two youngsters, less than two years apart, kept Louise busy and tired. Larry concentrated on his work, and sex became less and less important to the two of them.
Instead of the old frantic schedule when they made love every time Larry could attain an erection, they fell to an average of two or three times a month. Even then, it fell far short of the quality of sex as they had known it.
When they discussed it, they agreed that they had been expecting too much and that no normal couple could continue indefinitely at the rate they had operated during the first two years of their marriage.
Although neither mentioned it, oral sex became a thing of the past. More and more, sex became a bit of mild foreplay, then intercourse, then a hurriedly said couple of goodnights.
Larry was first to reach the stage of deciding it wasn't good enough and that they were going to have to recapture some of the old thrill. Their children were eleven and thirteen then, and there was no longer the threat of crying babies to disturb them when they went to their bedroom for the night.
It was a chance happening that led him to that discovery.
He was walking through the loading area of the plant where he held a senior position, when he happened to look up toward a mezzanine area about ten feet above him.
There was a pretty young clerk there, going over some papers with a man in the shipping department. Her back was turned to Larry and as she bent over a packing case, the hem of her short dress hiked up and she gave him a show that stopped him in his tracks.
She wore sheer, dark brown nylons which hugged very shapely, long legs and thighs. His penis stiffened when he saw how the tops of her nylons expanded to caress her firm looking thighs, but there was yet more.
Above the brown nylon, her skin was excitingly white and smooth, not just the skin of her lush thighs, but of her excitingly beautiful buttocks as well, since she wore no panties.
Below her buttocks and between her thighs, he had a partial view of her vulva. It was a thrilling sight and he devoured it with his eyes until she straightened up, turned, and he averted his eyes, then she went away, back into the office on the far side of the mezzanine.
When he went back to his office, his organ throbbing, Larry went directly to the washroom, pushed down his pants and shorts and sat. He tried to recapture the sight of the daring young beauty as he closed a hand around his penis and began playing with himself.
After a little while, he knew he couldn't be content with just playing, so he formed a pad of tissue. Each time he approached ejaculation, he held back to prolong the wild, erotic fantasies his mind was forming, then when he could hold it back no longer, he ejaculated strongly. When it was over, he was covered with sweat and felt anything but proud of himself, the executive masturbating like an excited little boy.
Still, even through his shame, the sight of the young beauty came back to haunt and taunt him. He wondered why she chose to be without panties, then came the thought that perhaps it was a game she played often, knowing what anyone passing below the mezzanine could see when she bent or even stood close to the railing.
It didn't occur to him that she could have staged the show especially for him, not until she sidled up to him in the loading area the next morning as he made one of his frequent trips through it.
"Did you like that little show I staged yesterday?" she asked with a warm smile and he saw that in addition to everything else, she had a beautiful face.
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I liked it very much. I didn't realize it was meant for my benefit."
"I hardly ever do anything by accident," she told him. "Of course, I could put on a much better show if there were just the two of us alone somewhere, like in a nice, comfortable motel room, or some place like that."
"How generous of you. Is all this because you can't resist my handsome, virile charm, or does it have something to do with the title on the door of my office?"
"It has to do with your title, though you are a handsome man and I suspect you'd be real good at the game."
"Tell me then, what do you expect of me in return?"
"It's not quite as blatant as that. I'm going to tell you that I'd like to be transferred out of this cruddy department and into a better job in side, one that would pay a little better too."
"And in exchange," he began, but she cut him off.
"Please, let me finish. I'm not offering a deal, not cold turkey like that. I'm telling you what I'd like, I'll meet you where and when you say and that's that. If it turns out you like me and want to do a little something for me, you'll know what to do. Win or lose, I won't complain or feel I've been cheated."
"You're a very strange young woman," he said with a pensive expression. "By the way, what's your name?"
She told him, then went on, "I'm not so strange at all. I was born on the wrong side of the tracks, brought up there, and now I'm getting away as far and as fast as I can. Working inside, I'd meet a better class of men, higher up the ladder. Who knows, some guy with a nice income may want a wife. I'd be a good one."
"This all comes as a big surprise to me, Beth," he told her. "I'll give you an answer this afternoon."
That afternoon, Larry passed through the loading area where she could see him, then walked around to the back of the area and saw her come down the steps to meet him.
He handed her a motel key and suggested seven that evening. With a smile, she assured him she would be there. When she arrived at the motel room, he was already there, showered, a glass of whisky and water in his hand.
"Mmmm, V.O.," she commented as she looked at the bottle, "you have good taste in whisky."
"Seeing that I'm here with you indicates that I have good taste in women too. Care for a drink?"
"No thanks," she told him with a smile. "My parents say I'm too young to drink."
They laughed together and Larry felt some of his nervousness passing, nervousness that had been terrible as he sat waiting for another woman for the first time in a little over thirteen years of marriage.
She moved into his arms and he kissed her, but didn't enjoy it as much as he expected. He told himself it was just nervousness and that he would get over it.
"You look nervous," Beth said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yes, you could take your dress off. Are you wearing panties today?"
"Yes, I'm told some men like to take a girl's panties off for her. Still, you do whatever you want. I want to make everything real good for you."
As she took her dress off, Larry felt a churning in his loins, she was even more beautiful than he recalled. She wore a black bra with demi-cups which pushed her big breasts upward, showing portions of aureoles which were faintly brown with a strong suggestion of the pink of young, rather than mature breasts.
Her waist was slim and firm, then her body flared out excitingly in wide, well fleshed hips and plump, white, very firm looking buttocks. Her panties hugged a mons veneris which made them bulge prominently. Through the sheer panties, Larry saw a triangle of pubic hair that was girlishly small, but thick.
Below, black suspenders caressed her white thighs as they supported the nylons which clung so excitingly to her luscious white thighs. Her high heels added a bit to the beauty of her legs, legs which needed no help at all.
She turned her back to fold her dress over the back of a chair and Larry saw how her panties clung to nether cheeks, covering only a portion of them, displaying big portions of white, satiny looking cheeks and, through the fabric, he saw the mysterious valley of her bottom.
"Do you want me to strip naked?" she asked, "or do you want to take your clothes off."
"I'll undress," he said and wiped perspiration from his forehead. "You stay as you are, please. You're very beautiful, Beth."
While he undressed, Beth let him see her fondling the cups of her bra, making her white breasts act like live things as they seemed to squirm.
Larry's penis was strongly erect as he began taking his clothes off, but by the time he pushed his shorts down, it had lost much of its strength and dangled, a little thicker and longer than when at rest, but obviously not hard enough.
"Don't worry, we'll soon make it really hard," the girl told him. "You may be nervous now, but you'll get over that when I take my bra and panties off, or you take them off for me."
As he stood, naked, she went to him and guided his hands to the cups of her bra. As he fondled, she reached behind her and unhooked the garment, then it was gone and he was fondling her excitingly firm breasts, delighting in the way her nipples hardened and grew in length under his gentle hands.
"You have a real nice touch," she told him, sighing. "I sure like the way you handle my tits. I hope you like them."
"I like them very much, Beth," he told her as he fondled, telling himself to stop worrying about erection, that it would happen as soon as he stopped worrying about it. "They're big and firm and so very beautiful. Come, let's sit on the bed."
They went to the bed, he fondled her breasts some more, then she was sighing warmly as he sucked one, then the other, and realized that his penis was throbbing in strong erection.
After that, she raised her bottom off the bed and Larry peeled the clinging panties down to bare more of her. As he stripped the little scrap of nylon down her legs, she parted them to let him see into her crotch.
Looking down at her beauty and her eagerness, he recalled when his wife had been much the same as she, older than Beth's eighteen, but young and firm and beautiful and beautifully eager. He forced himself to stop thinking about his wife, then, with a roar, he dropped to his knees and, as she lay across the bed, pressed his face into her crotch and began sucking and licking.
She squealed and moaned so loudly while he lapped in her crotch that she had to force herself to stop. Only one man before had ever gone down on her, and he hadn't done it nearly as well. His lapping tongue soon did the job and she threw her legs high in the air as she climaxed.
When he hurried to his feet, his penis was beautifully stiff in his hand. She opened her eyes and turned to lie along the bed, her legs wide open to welcome him aboard.
"I knew you'd be good, but, man," she panted, "you've got to be the greatest ever. No man ever made me feel like this. Give me that beautiful big cock, lover man. God, if I were your wife, I wouldn't even let you out of bed to eat."
The mention of his wife triggered something and Larry knew he was in trouble. His penis began to soften as he pushed the head into her. Holding it in his hand, he tried to push it in, then it was too late. Semierect, it went off in his hand and he felt his semen shooting into her crotch but not into her vagina.
Shame and humiliation swept over him and he tried to get up, but her arms held him tightly.
"It's all right," she whispered urgently. "It felt kind of nice to feel you shooting in my crotch like that and you'd already made love to me better than any man ever did. Please, it's all right, honest."
He lay on the silken warmth of her body for a while, then got off her and went to the bathroom. Returning, he tossed her a towel, then went back to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
"Should I get dressed and go now?" she asked as she stood in the bathroom doorway. "I'd be pleased to stay, if you want me to," she told him.
"No, thanks Beth. You kept your part of the bargain. Don't worry, I'll keep mine."
"Thanks. If you want to try again sometime, just tell me. God, that mouth of yours is pure magic."
She dressed and left the unit while he was still in the shower, trying to scrub away what refused to be scrubbed away because it was in his mind, not on the surface of his skin.
Before he left the motel, Larry knew that finding sex outside his marriage wasn't going to work for him. He knew, with equal certainty, that he wouldn't try it again, wouldn't risk an other humiliation like the one he had suffered with the beautiful girl.
The next evening, Larry tried to interest his wife in making love, but she wouldn't respond. He tried the same thing a few more nights, but there seemed to be nothing left in her in that department. It was as though she had lost all interest in sex, had been worn out and didn't want to revive for him or with him.
Hunger having been reawakened, Larry turned to masturbation for gratification. He began buying erotic books and magazines which he kept locked in the desk in his study. His library helped him create fantasies which made his sessions of masturbation more and more enjoyable. They were never as real or as good as it could have been with his wife, but they were better by far than the hunger he had endured and would have to endure without those solo sex scenes.
When he read an erotic novel, he was easily able to cast himself into many roles and to wallow in a wide variety of sexual acts, some of which he had never previously heard of or imagined.
And so, life went on for Larry. He concentrated more of his time and attention on business, and accepted the fact that while his life wasn't as full as he would like it to be it had to be that way and all he could do was make the best of it.
From time to time, he would sneak a glance at the thighs of some young woman around the office complex where he worked, or in a restaurant or bar. He would feel a longing to be alone with her, to feel the warm silk of her skin, to press his face between her lovely thighs, but each time the thought came, it brought with it the knowledge of lack of self confidence, sexually, and the fear of terrible humiliation, and so he contented himself with looking, sometimes with erotic thoughts and a hard penis.
And then, just when Larry thought his life was running on an even keel, fate moved in to rock the boat, violently.
It was a Friday evening and he had decided to spend it at home, part of it in his den with the door locked. Their son was away, in the service, Patsy their sixteen-year-old daughter was out on a date, everything seemed normal.
"Larry, there's something important I want to talk to you about," his wife told him and he sensed trouble as he told her to go ahead.
"Look, Larry," she began nervously, "our son has gone, Patsy is pretty well grown up. Our marriage has become a dull and meaningless thing. I want to leave. I'm going to, but I'd rather do it by agreement."
It had come as such a shock to Larry that it took a little while to digest the words. In the interval, he picked up his glass and took a big drink. She, he saw, did the same.
"I know our marriage is dull," he agreed, "but it didn't have to be. God knows, I tried. You must remember that. I'm still willing to try. It was good once, let's try to make it that way again."
"I'm sorry, Larry, it's too late. There's another man. It's a freaky kind of love. I'm caught up in it and I can't get out."
"That's a strange way to describe love," he observed.
"It's a strange relationship. He's quite a bit younger, a beautiful young man. I'm his queen, he's my slave, totally. He came to me and showed me his life style. I got hooked. I use riding crops, whips, he loves...."
"Stop, for Christ sake," Larry said, more loudly than he'd intended. "No wonder I couldn't interest you in sex. All right, we'll get things worked out and you can go look after your slave. There's no point in half measures, so we'll get a divorce."
They worked out the terms, Larry offered her a modest settlement and offered to pay all the costs of the divorce and she accepted. Unable to break the news to their daughter, she packed up and left, leaving that detail to Larry.
He told Patsy that evening that her mother had left and that he was going to divorce her. He was prepared to comfort her to the best of his ability and hoped the shock wouldn't be too great for her. Instead, he gasped as he saw a smile spread across her face.
"I hope you're as pleased as you should be, Daddy," she told him. "I'm very happy to hear it, because now you have a chance to build a new life for yourself."
"That isn't the reaction I expected," he told her. "I was afraid you were going to cry."
"I may cry for you if you're hurt, but not for me. Things will be better for the two of us from now on. I guess she told you about her man, boy I should say."
"She said he was quite a bit younger, she didn't say how much."
"He's twenty, would you believe? Some of my friends know him, that's how I found out. They thought he was queer, in a different way, maybe he is."
"He is, Patsy. I wouldn't let her tell me too much about it, but it seems she's the queen and he's her slave, whips and all that."
"God, what a scene. Look dad, I'll do anything and everything I can to help you get adjusted. I'll spend a lot more time at home, we'll talk a lot, you'll see how much better it will be. That thing of hers with the boy really freaked me. I didn't think she was much in the sex department."
"She used to be when we were younger. Christ, what a ball of fire she was then, we both were. Her fire cooled off a long time ago. I tried, honestly I did."
"I knew that without your telling me, Daddy.
I can sense what a good man you are, I mean beyond being a good father."
They chatted for a while, conversation becoming a bit easier by the minute, then they were interrupted by the ringing of the door bell.
"Oh damn, I forgot I had a date tonight. I'll send him away," Patsy said as she got to her feet.
"No," Larry said sharply. "You have your life to live and I want you to do it. It will be nice to have you home in the evening, once in a while, but you're still going to go on with dating and everything else."
Patsy went to the door, then returned and told her father she'd still be pleased to stay with him, that she would enjoy it more than the date, but he smiled and sent her out.
He didn't bother with his erotic library that evening, but read papers and magazines instead. Patsy returned early with her date and told Larry they were going to the basement recreation room to play records.
It was almost an hour later when Larry decided he needed some air. He didn't feel like going anywhere, so he went out to the garden. Since the house was built on two acres of land, it gave him room enough to walk. It was a dark, moonless night, but the sky was bright with stars and the air felt clean and just a little cool.
He toured the grounds for a long time, then as he was passing near the house, he heard a gasp and a harshly whispered protest. He was puzzled for a moment, then realized the sound had come from an open window in the recreation room and that he was standing beside it. The drapes had been closed on it as on all the other windows, but the light breeze had blown that drape so that it had caught on something, leaving a narrow slit through which he could look into the room.
"Stop it, Harold," he heard his daughter say. "If you don't, I'll call my father."
Larry guessed it was just a necking scene where the boy wanted a little more than she was willing to allow. He didn't want to spy on her, yet there was terror in her tone, he thought, so he crouched in front of the window and peered into the room.
He discovered that the boy had already been allowed to go a long way indeed. The front of Patsy's blouse was open, showing how well she filled the cups of her white bra.
The hem of her skirt had been pulled so high that Larry, from where he was, could see her yellow nylon panties. He saw her thighs too, and they were womanly, not what he had expected for a girl of a little less than seventeen.
For a moment, he felt tempted to shout for the boy to get out of his house, then he told himself to allow his daughter to handle it herself. If things got out of hand, he could always make his move then.
"Come on, Patsy," Larry heard the young man implore, "I promise I won't try to get my hand inside your panties again, "but please let me feel through them. You know you can trust me, I give you my word."
Patsy hesitated, then sighed and lay back, pulling the hem of her dress a little higher, showing more of her panties, then the youth had his hand in her crotch and he was rubbing there avidly.
"Let me kiss you right there, Patsy," he panted. "I know it must sound crazy to you, but I've always wanted to kiss the crotch of a girl's panties."
Without saying a word, Patsy raised her legs back over her body, her crotch open wide, then the youth had his face in her crotch and as well as kissing, he sucked at the nylon which pressed against her vulva.
Watching from outside, Larry was' filled with mingled arousal and rage. Above all, he wanted to be where the youth was and wanted to be sucking there without panties in the way, blocking the contact between his mouth and his own daughter's vulva.
As he faced that thought and admitted that it was true, he told himself that he should feel some sense of shock or guilt, but he felt neither. A youth, a stranger, was sucking in his daughter's crotch and he wanted to throw the youth out and take his place, wanted to do that and more.
While the youth sucked in her crotch, Patsy writhed in passion, then, without warning, a strange expression came over her face, as though she had just wakened from a bad dream.
"Stop now," she said and pushed the youth's face out of her crotch.
"What's the matter?" he asked as he looked at her face and saw that she was totally turned off. "Didn't you like having the crotch of your panties sucked?"
"I did, and then everything turned off. Please go now. I'm sorry, but I can't even kiss you goodnight. Dropping her skirt into place, Patsy buttoned her blouse as the young man looked at her, seemingly dazed, unable to understand why she had suddenly turned off so totally.
Outside the window, Larry stood and shifted the position of his stiff penis. He felt a strong urge to masturbate, then and there, but resisted it and went back into the house. He heard his daughter letting the youth out, then she returned to the living room where he was waiting for her, his heart pounding, his stiff penis throbbing with desire.
"What's the matter, dear?" Larry asked, seeing that she was on the verge of tears.
"I don't know, Daddy. I'm all mixed up. We were necking, it got hotter than usual and I was really fworked up, then suddenly, it all went sour. I made him stop and sent him home."
"Were you afraid he wouldn't stop and you wouldn't be able to control him?"
"No, it wasn't that," she replied, wearing a expression that told Larry there was something she wanted to say and couldn't.
"Did I have anything to do with it, dear?" he asked and saw what appeared to be relief in her eyes.
"Oh Daddy," she said with a sob in her voice. "I love you. I don't want to date anymore. I want to be with you."
It appeared that she was going to say more, then she broke into tears. Larry took her in his arms and held her closely, her face on his chest. When he saw that it was not going to be just a short outburst, he took Patsy to the couch and sat with her, holding her in his arms.
As Larry sat with her firm body trembling in his arms, he knew he was going to make love to her. When he faced that, he reminded himself that in the eyes of society, it was The Forbidden Act, yet that did not sway him.
He reached down with his left hand and raised the hem of her dress. His hand felt a firm, nylon encased thigh and as he fondled it, she stopped crying and pressed warmly against him. His hand moved upward and then it was on the warm skin of her upper thigh. His heart seemed to pound in rhythm to the throbbing of his stiff penis as the hand worked higher, and then it was not thigh he was fondling, but buttock.
As he caressed the firm, silken cheek, Larry was sure he had never touched anything so beautiful. His daughter was making different sounds then, whimpering sounds, not of protest or fear, but of passion. When he heard and understood the sounds he turned his daughter over and fell onto the couch with her in a passionate embrace. His mouth came down on hers and the kiss they shared was one of intense passion. There was nothing of father-daughter in the kiss, it was purely man and woman and lust and love, and as Patsy responded, he knew that she felt about it as he did.
In the course of the kiss, his hands tugged the hem of her skirt high and then both of them were rubbing and squeezing panties and bare skin. While he fondled her, Patsy pressed and rubbed her tummy and breasts on him as she lay atop him.
"You know I'm not going to stop, don't you, Patsy?" Larry asked when the kiss stopped and they gasped for air.
"Yes."
"We're going to strip naked, darling. We're going to kiss and fondle and embrace and then I'm going to make love to you."
"Oh yes, Daddy. I know it now. It's what I've wanted, but I didn't know it. Now I do. Are we going to do it here?"
"No, now that we know it's going to happen, there's no need to rush. I was going to just tear your panties off and plunge into you. Now it will be better, we'll go to the bedroom, we'll undress and play and kiss, I'll make your beautiful body so ready for love."
"Yes, Daddy, yes. Oh how I want to make love with you. I want to do everything, all at once. Which room, Daddy?"
"That's your choice, darling," he told her gently.
"Then I want to be in your big bed with you, dear. From now on it can be our bed. At first you'll have to teach me a lot, but then I'll be good for you. I'll be so good, I just know I will. I love you so, my darling Daddy."
"And I love you, Patsy. I always have, but lately, I've come to love you in a different way. I'm sure now that fate sent her away so that we could be together to share our wonderful love."
"I know you're right, Daddy. It just has to be."
They got up from the couch and went around the house, turning off lights and making sure the place was locked securely, then Larry put an arm around his daughter's waist and they walked to his bedroom, to their bedroom, she reminded him.
They said nothing as they began undressing, each looking at the other with love and excitement shining in their eyes.
When Patsy removed her bra, Larry's hands trembled so that he had difficulty removing his clothes. He had known that her breasts would be beautiful, but they were bigger and more beautiful than he had expected.
"Do you like my breasts, Daddy?" she asked with justifiable pride.
"I love them, darling. I'm going to do so many things to them, but I'm going to be very gentle."
"Not too gentle, please, especially after I learn how to make love."
"You are a virgin." It was a statement rather then a question, but she answered it.
"Yes, Daddy. I came close to losing it a couple of times. Now I know what I was saving it for. I've been touched through my bra and panties, but no man has ever touched my breasts or my," she paused, "cunt. I'm glad that you're going to be the first."
"So am I, darling, and I'll make those first touches good."
As she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, her father caught his breath and heard his heart pounding. She would have taken her garter belt and nylons off, but he stopped her.
"Please dear, humor me. Leave your garter belt and nylons on for now. Later, we can take them off, before you are ready to go to sleep."
"That may be very late, Daddy. In fact, I may not want to sleep at all tonight."
"I think you will sleep, darling. I think we'll both be very tired," he told her, then he pushed his shorts down and his organ leaped out strongly, twitching, the foreskin drawn well back from the big, dark colored head.
"Oh Daddy, it's so big," Patsy gasped.
"Are you afraid of it, dear?"
"Oh no. I'm dying to feel it inside my body. Don't worry about me, Daddy, I'm not going to be afraid. I know it has to hurt when you break my hymen, but I'm not afraid of that. It's something that has to happen before I can be a woman and I want to be a woman for you, your woman."
He dropped his shorts, stepped out of them and then he took her in his arms and they kissed with fierce passion. His eyes were closed at first, then he opened them and saw, in the vanity mirror, the reflected image of their bodies. The sight of her smooth, perfectly rounded buttocks caused him to groan into her mouth. One of his hands went to an excitingly silken cheek and rubbed, then the other hand went to the other cheek and she rubbed against him, her body delighting his throbbing organ.
"You have to be the most beautiful creature in the history of the world," Larry told his daughter as he led her to the bed.
"And you, my darling, have to be the handsomest, sweetest, most sensitive man. We're going to be so happy together."
Patsy sighed and moaned and even cried while he fondled and sucked her firm, lovely breasts, then he was kissing his way down her body, turning her over to kiss and lick her buttocks and to play tongue games in the valley between, then he turned her over, covered her belly and thighs with kisses and licks, then groaned as he pressed his lips down lightly on the tender lips in her warm crotch, lips which he was going to spread apart with his strong organ, but not before he invaded that soft mouth with his tongue.
The light kiss brought a quavering groan from the girl, then it became a more intense kiss, then he was sucking and she provided the background music for love as she squirmed hotly, trying to rub her vulva over his sweetly invading face.
"Oh Daddy ... Daddy," she panted as his tongue slowly licked over her sensitized clitoris, "you're going to make me come." As she gasped the words, her hands rubbed his head, pressing it more firmly into the warmth of her crotch. "I'm getting so close ... I'm so close ... it's so good, darling. Now ... now ... now ... NOWWWWWW!" she shrieked as her body jerked madly on the bed and her fists pounded the sheet.
Her bottom jerked up into the air and Larry moved and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly and panting. He wanted to get his face back into her crotch to suck and lick some more, but he knew then that he was at the point of arousal where he couldn't wait any longer to make love to his beautiful, panting daughter.
When Patsy opened her eyes, she saw her father moving up over her body and she opened her legs wide. He positioned himself in her crotch, then she felt the exciting organ as it seemed to probe her crotch of its own accord, with a mind of it's own.
But Larry had a mind too and he had a hand, one which closed around his member and guided it to the slit which had been so well lubricated. But slippery as her little path was, it was also very tight, excitingly so, making him work to get the swollen head into her.
"Am I hurting you, darling?" he asked, pausing with the head of his member inside the warm, silken trap of her.
"No, darling. Please don't ask. Don't hold back so. Give me all of that beautiful big cock. Fuck me, darling, fuck me and make me a woman."
Her words caused him to tremble more violently, then he was feeding his organ into her, the big head stretching a path for the long, hard shaft. He felt the barrier of her virginity and, without pausing, he rammed and broke through. She cried out, but still he didn't stop as he fed the full length of his penis into her, then lay atop her, trying to comfort her.
"It's all right, Daddy darling," she sobbed. "When you broke it, it hurt terribly, now it's just burning. Go ahead, my darling, fuck me. Make love to my cunt with your beautiful cock. I love you, Daddy, fuck me ... fuck me good."
Her arms held him tightly as he began to stroke in the hot, moist tight confines of her tender organ and then he heard her panting. He knew she was in pain, but she was trying to ignore the burning in her vagina so that she could more fully enjoy the thrill of the pistoning organ which stretched her so delightfully and made her feel like a real woman.
Resisting the animal urge to ride fast, Larry stroked at a steady, measured pace. He knew he would not be able to prolong the act, but he knew too that given the pain she was enduring, she wouldn't be able to achieve orgasm, so it didn't really matter.
He felt the explosion building, felt the tension in his loins and he surrendered to it. Seconds later, his naked body was jerking in her crotch as his semen shot into her hot depths. Instinctively, Patsy used strong vaginal walls to suck on the spending organ and she drained him, leaving him weak, panting and in a state of utter ecstasy.
Not much time elapsed before Larry had another erection. When Patsy discovered it, she whispered excitedly that she wanted intercourse again.
"Isn't your little pussy still burning?" he asked.
"Yes, but I don't care. Come on, stick it in me and fuck me, darling. Let me soften it and make it feel good for you."
"You'll do that often, my darling," he told her, "but no more tonight. We'll let your pussy recover before we go at it again. There's nothing wrong with having a hard-on, after all."
"Tell me, Daddy," she said as she fondled the stiff rod, "if I do this long enough, you'll shoot your cream, won't you?"
"Yes."
"Then please let me do it. I'd love to see your cream shooting."
"That would be nice for me, dear, but it would be messy."
"Your cream couldn't be messy, darling. It would be precious. I know, we'll shoot it on me and then it wouldn't make any mess in the bed. Instead of getting your cream in my cunt, I'd get it on my skin, it's sort of like getting fucked on the outside."
"What a woman you are, darling," he told her. "It really excites me the way you use those words, the real ones."
"Didn't she?"
"Hell no. She used a few of them in the early days, but she hadn't done so for more years than I can recall."
"Then I'll make up for that, darling. I love using those words. I never did before and they excite me too. Your big hard prick feels so good in my hand, darling," she told him. "What part of me would you like to shoot your cream on?"
"My first urge is to say on that beautiful bottom, but then you wouldn't be able to see it. How about your lovely titties?"
"Oh darling, that sounds yummy. It just makes me shiver to think of your cream shooting all over my bare tits. Can we do it lying down or is there a better way?"
"I think it would be much better if I were to stand and you kneel in front of me. You'll jerk me until I'm ready to blast off, then I'll take over. I'll be able to aim better than you could, and I'll shoot all over both your beautiful tits."
Excitedly, they hurried off the bed and then he was standing with his hands on his hips while Patsy, panting with excitement, knelt before him, playing with his stiff penis and the heavy sac below, sighing with delight.
"Are you going to go off soon, darling?" she asked.
"No dear, it will take a nice long time. After a man goes off once, it takes longer the second time and it feels better. Your hands are so beautiful and gentle, darling, keep on playing with my cock. I'll warn you when I start to get close."
They both shuddered with delight when she rubbed the head of his penis over one of her nipples, elongating it and making it hard and sensitive, then she rubbed it all over the other nipple, doing the same to it.
"Let go of my cock for a second, darling," he told her. "I'll show you something else we can do. I've never done it, but I've seen pictures of it."
He guided his penis between her breasts, bending his knees a little, then told her to press her breasts together.
"Yes, that's it. See how your tits hold my prick. You hold them like that now, that's it."
Slowly, he worked his penis up and down the warm, tight valley of her breasts, delighting both of them.
"Oh Daddy, this is fun. You're fucking me after all. We made a cunt out of my tits and you're fucking it. You're fucking my tit cunt."
"Yes dear, I am and it's beautiful. Another time, I can lie on you with my cock between the cheeks of your arse. I can rub on it and it will be heaven when I go off there."
"How exciting, Daddy. You know so much about sex, so many ways to fuck. You could stick it in my arsehole too, couldn't you? I mean isn't that the way queers fuck each other?"
"Yes dear, but very few women like to take it up the bum."
"We could try it some day. Would you like to put it up my arse and go off there?"
"I have a hunch I'd like that very much, dear. That bum of yours is the most beautiful I've ever seen."
"That was a lovely tit fuck, Daddy," she told him as she let go of her breasts, "but let me play with your cock some more."
He surrendered his penis to her and her soft hand was better than velvet as it closed around his member and then she was slowly masturbating him again, using long, gentle strokes, driving him out of his mind with excitement.
"I'm getting close now, dear," he panted. "It will only fake a few more strokes ... just a few more ... now ... I'll take it ... get ready ... get ready, darling," Larry panted as he slowly pulled himself and felt the approach of the big moment.
"Now," he grunted, then she gave a moan of passion as she saw the first spurt of semen and felt it hitting one breast. It looked thick and rich, then another spurt of the fluid hit her and he aimed his weapon at her other breast.
When the spurting finally stopped, a few drops of semen fell onto one of her breasts, then he squeezed a few more out and told her, tiredly, that he was finished.
She gave him a dazzling smile, then her hands went to her breasts and she was rubbing the sticky fluid all over them, obviously in ecstasy. He saw the semen squishing between her fingers as she smeared it around, and despite his fatigue, he became wildly excited and aroused again.
Later, Patsy wiped the semen off her hands, but she refused to wipe it off her breasts, allowing it to dry there, wearing it as her special badge of womanhood.
While they took a time out in the action, Larry poured himself a drink and Patsy opened a beer. She wasn't accustomed to drinking, but in her woman role, she felt it only appropriate. Later, she told Larry, she was going to experiment with the kind of liquor he drank so that she could be a better companion.
"I've been thinking, darling," Patsy said later. "If you could get another hard-on, and if you gave it to me up my arsehole, then it would mean that both my holes got opened the same night. Would you like to do that?"
"Like is an understatement, darling. I'd love to be pressed against that beautiful bum with my cock all the way inside your tight little arsehole. Turn over dear and let me explore a little. I have a hunch it will make me get hard again."
Putting her beer down, she turned over eagerly and gave him her beautiful bottom to play with. He did so, lovingly fondling her lush cheeks, then he parted them, his hands gentle, and sighed at the sight of the little pink ring he found there.
"What a beautiful little pink jewel I found here in your crack, darling," he told her as he touched it lightly with the tip of a finger. "Before my prick stretches it open, I'm going to kiss and lick that sweet little ring."
It wasn't long before Larry achieved the hard erection he wanted, then they went to the bedroom. On the way, they stopped in the bathroom for a jar of lubricant.
"Is that to grease my arsehole, Daddy?" Patsy asked.
"Yes dear, to make it as easy as possible for you, I'm going to grease your hole and my prick as well. Even then, my cock may be too big for you," he told her as they reached the bedroom. "I want you to tell me if it hurts you and we'll do it in some other exciting way, like between the cheeks of your beautiful bum."
"I promise, Daddy," she told him and he wondered whether she would keep that promise.
He had her kneel on all fours on the bed, then he knelt behind her and began kissing and licking her bare buttocks and the crack between them. Telling her to put her head down and keep her bottom up high, he saw that it opened her crack wide for him and it was easy to get his lips on her anus to kiss and lick it. While she groaned with lust, he tongued her hole for a long time, then had her raise her head. She did so and watched as he opened the jar and pushed a finger into it.
"Ooh, I'm so excited, Daddy," she panted, then he was kneeling close to her and she felt the lubricated finger touch her hole. It amazed her that the finger slipped in so easily on the film of lubricant. She sighed as Larry went on fingering her slippery hole, obviously enjoying his labor.
After that, he took more lubricant and applied it to the head and shaft of his penis, making it shine in a way the girl found terribly exciting.
"I'm ready to bum fuck you now, darling," he told her as he took up his position and she felt the head of his penis rubbing between her buttocks.
Larry took his time about guiding his organ to the vital spot and she heard him panting as he pressed onto it, then he gave a slow push, she gasped and her anus opened to permit the head inside.
"How does it feel, darling?" he asked.
"Good. It's so big. Don't stop, Daddy, it isn't hurting. Give it to me, darling. Fuck my bum ... fuck me up the arsehole."
Larry fed penis to her in a series of slow strokes and although her anus felt as though it had been stretched out of all proportion and would never return to its original size, Patsy loved the feeling and kept telling him so. She loved it even more when he was all the way home and she felt his tummy pressing against her nether cheeks.
And then he was riding her, slowly at first, then a little faster. As he stepped up the pace, she heard the exciting sound of his tummy slapping her arched behind.
"Ooh," she sighed, "my daddy is spanking my bare bum with his belly."
His belly went on spanking her until he reached the point of blast off, then he pulled her silken bottom tightly against him and pumped his fluid into her.
It was the beginning of their wild, wonderful life or love and sexual abandon. Despite the difference in age, they were beautifully matched for sex and they never tired of playing old games and inventing new ones to add to their shared pleasure and to keep rekindling their love.
Fate allowed them a little over seven years of joy, then it sent a heart attack to take Larry away from her. The shock of his death was too much for her and her mind snapped.
Patsy was institutionalized and underwent a long period of treatment. Telling her story helped, and in time she recovered.
She told me that she may marry someday, but it will have to be a very special man, since he will be required to measure up to the standards her father established in her, of what a man and a lover should be.