Chapter 8
Paula threw back the single sheet on the bed and slid her long legs over die side, then rose to move to the window, stretching herself indolendy. Two travelling salesmen were already in the motel pool, racing side by side down its length, even though it was still a few minutes before eight o'clock. "Ambitious!" she mumbled, yawning noisily and wishing now she hadn't bothered watching the porno movie on the closed-circuit TV last night. She turned, a wide grin spreading slowly across her attractive features as her eyes focused on her husband's impressive hard-on. For a moment, she was tempted to climb back on the bed and mount him, helping herself to that big proud cock. But then, with a sigh, she headed for the bathroom. Today Mr. Barron, the banker, was coming to view the premises and she wanted to be fresh and in good shape to take care of his every need.
Later, when she was sitting at the vanity, Steve came to join her, looking over her shoulder and watching her in the mirror. She shivered as his hands came around to fondle her fabulous tits. "Don't get yourself all excited," she said, smiling. "Mr. Barron is coming to lunch, remember, and unless you'd prefer to take care of him yourself, there's no point in making me all horny."
Steve kissed his wife's neck below the ear, making her cringe. "With a full house from Thursday to Tuesday every week, I wonder if we shouldn't start talking to him about some more financing," he suggested. We're going to have to convert die Paradise to another Eden, or extend the Eden."
"At least we don't have to go through all that business of zoning laws and things with the state legislature."
"Which reminds me, Dick and Delbert are coming on Wednesday." The two senators had been instrumental in getting the necessary laws through, and as a reward Steve intended seeing that they had a good time at the new Garden of Eden.
Paula laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen a senator's cock," she grinned. "Are they bigger or more sensitive than any other?"
"Probably much bigger." Steve kissed her again, gave her tits an additional squeeze and headed for the bathroom.
Sidney Barron arrived a little after noon, checking at the desk for Mrs. Neilson and then pacing nervously until Paula came out of the dining I room.
"Well, you finally made it, Sidney," she said, smiling and slipping one arm through his. The lobby was always busy at noon; salesmen staying at the motel were entertaining customers from town, plying them with drinks and lunch in order to pad their orders. Other businessmen from town were regulars for lunch, the Paradise being the only decent place to eat for miles around. "Do you want to have lunch in the main dining room, or would you prefer a more intimate little luncheon in a private room?"
Barron thought about it, and then surprised her. "I think a sandwich in the dining room would fifl the bill."
"Fine with me," Paula steered him toward the door where Terri Brooks was hostess for the noon hour. "Do you have a table for two away from the madding throng, Terri?" she asked, noting how Sidney Barron's attentive eyes travelled over Terri's attractive young body with its prominently thrust tits boldly displayed through a knitted top of bright yellow.
"Of course, Mrs. Neilson. Nice to see you, Mr. Barron." Terri led them among the tables to the far wall, her firm round ass swaying just a little for the banker's benefit. Only recendy, she had been to see him about a loan for a new sports car she had splurged on.
When they were seated, Paula rested her head on her hands, her elbows far enough apart to give Sidney a good view of her lovely tits as they nesded comfortably just inside the low-cut sweater. "Let's just have one drink and something light," she grinned. "The way you were looking at Terri, you look primed and ready for a little fun."
He couldn't get used to her open approach to everything and he smiled a little nervously. "She is attractive, isn't she?"
"So is her sister, Lori. That's Lori over there."
Barron followed Paula's gaze and almost choked. "Good lord! I had no idea there were so many attractive young women in Yorkville. Did you have them brought in?"
"As a matter-of-fact, we didn't, and we're very pleased. Local girls, we feel, are much more natural."
"They certainly are." Lori Brooks had turned and was striding up the center aisle. She was wearing no bra and her big round boobs were moving jauntily up and down and from side to side in her white sweater.
"Both Terri and Lori are available in the Garden of Eden."
He shook his head. "I was born thirty years too soon."
Paula looked amused. "No reason why you shouldn't make up for lost time."
An hour later, he was standing in the middle of Room X-106, his eyes wide as they took in the mirrored walls and ceiling, the lush shag carpeting. When he turned to face Paula she moved against him, slipped one arm around his neck and ; pulled his head down until their mouths touched. With her free hand she touched his crotch, her fingers gliding over the bulge and finding his cock. In a few brief moments, she had it struggling erect. "Mnnnn ... " she said softly. "Is that really for me?"
He was trembling badly by the time she had him undressed. His breathing was heavy and the pain In his balls almost unbearable. Her fingers fumbling with his fly had unnerved him, reminding him of that day in his office. But then her long slim fingers were in the elastic of his shorts, easing them over his hips and his upthrust cock. A few minutes later he was standing there naked, her hands openly fondling his stiff prick and playing with his balls.
"You're almost too excited," she murmured thoughtfully. The fact she was handling another woman's cock was making her excited too. It was something she had never thought much about before, but with the local banker, there was something furtive about it. It was like handling something secret or highly valuable. "Just he down on the bed," she suggested. "That's it, face down. It's a vibrating bed and it will help to relax you."
He did as he was told, the sudden fibrillating effect all over his highly-strung body almost making him come. His cock and balls, squeezed between his body and the mattress, took the worst beating, and it was like a dozen busy fingers molesting his cock and making it reach and strain. He had his head on one side, his face on the pillow, and it was several minutes before he realized he could see Mrs. Neilson in the mirrored wall as she undressed. He sucked in his breath as she pulled the sweater over her head, her beautiful bare tits bouncing enthusiastically and then hanging like swinging pendulums as she freed her slacks and tiny panties. "Jesusl" he whispered, just loud enough for Paula to realize he had seen her.
She walked jauntily to the bathroom and returned with a jar of cream, climbing onto the bed on the other side of him so that his view of her in the mirror was uninterrupted. Then her fingers were in the cream, and soon she was massaging his shoulders and straining neck muscles, a smile creasing the corners of her mouth as he shivered uncontrollably, her other hand moving over his hard round ass and squeezing the individual cheeks in a smooth rotating motion. "Feel good?" she asked, wondering how that huge cock of his was doing under the steady stabbing vibrations.
"Wonder ... won ... wonderful," he managed to gasp. Never in his life had his body felt so vibrantly alive. All the aches and tensions around his neck had disappeared and she had only just begun to work him over.
"This is just to relax you," she pointed out, a shiver coursing through him as she ran one hand down over his spine, making the suggestion sound ridiculous. She applied more cream, which quickly disappeared into his quivering pores as her fingers worked diligently all over his back. Once she parted the cheeks of his ass, holding them open until she could insert one greasy finger inside, and his back arched appreciatively as she wiggled the finger to and fro. "That really feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mnn ... " he choked, unable to believe the sensations her finger brought to his balls.
"Most men-and women too, for that matter-don't know how sensitive that little hole is," she said, her tone serious as if she was conducting a medical examination. "Actually, a girl can bring a fellow right off doing just that."
"Really!" His cock was almost ready to shoot the load right now and he wondered if he should tell her or just enjoy it by himself. While he was still thinking about it, she suggested he turn over and she'd do the other side. He gave an apologetic groan, turned over and watched the look on her face. His cock was like a ramrod, curved like a bow about to spring.
"Golly, what a cock," she said admiringly, staring at it and wondering if it would last She waited patiendy, aware that the vibrations of the mattress aroused some men even more while lying on their backs. Then, very slowly, she reached with her hands, slipping her fingers under the heavy cluster of his balls as he obligingly opened his legs. "Mrs. Barron doesn't know what she's missing." Thirty seconds of sucking and die huge column would be jetting out its sperm. She tightened her fingers around the balls, which reminded her of a wasp's nest The dome-like head unsheathed itself, reaching and straining as it spurted a little come. "Oh lovely," she whispered. "He's getting ready for a screwing."
Sidney Barron fought to clear his head, which was swimming crazily so that visions of all die girls at his office were flitting like fairies before his eyes. For the first time he realized he had been unconsciously studying them all this time, wondering what they would look like nude and ready to fuck. Even his secretary, whom he had never seriously thought of as being sexy, was there, bunching her tits and spreading her thighs as she half-sat and half-lay in the corner of the sofa in his office.
Paula watched the distinguished-looking older man in his agony. It gave her a sensational feeling of power to have this most important citizen so completely helpless in her grasp. The fact she was holding his balls and making him twist and jerk and flip his hips so poignandy, might also be funny, she realized. One of the leading citizens of Yorkville, a pillar of the community and someone everyone bowed and scraped to, and here he was, helpless as she tugged and pulled at the heavy nest of hairy balls. "How about a nice steamy sauna," she said softly. "It may un-excite him, and then we can fuck."
He stared up at her like a beaten puppy, his eyes pleading as they took in the high round tits which hung temptingly close but which he dared not reach out and feel. "Okay," he mumbled, not knowing why or caring what happened next Then he was staring, petrified, as the beautiful head moved down toward him, the full sensuous mouth opening wide before engulfing the knob of his reaching cock. Then he closed his eyes, unable to believe the excruciating thrill of her warm, wet mouth as it encircled the cone of pulsing cock. A moment later he was crying and bleating like a child, his hips jerking fantastically as he pumped his cock into die gorgeous face, his balls emptying themselves in one gigantic gush. "Aaaaagh ... " he cried, caught by surprise and never believing for a moment she had ever intended sucking his cock. "Aaaaagh ... Good lordl" At first Paula tried to swallow die geyser of hot come, but it was too explosive and continuous. She opened her lips and allowed the excess to run down the stem of the throbbing cock. "Mnnnn ... " she murmured approvingly. "Isn't that something? You're really excited."
"Yes, but ... Mrs. Neil ... I mean, Paula!"
Never had he believed such fantastic excitement was even possible. He had heard expressions like 'cock-sucker' among the younger crowd, even heard of hookers sucking a man off for a pretty high fee, but never had he dreamt a beautiful woman like Paula Neilson would do it. And she was so obviously enjoying it, even to the point of securely controlling his hips and thwarting any attempt he made to escape. He stared dizzily at the flow of his own rich come as it ran out of her mouth and down into his pubic hair, his hips craz-ily jerking as her tongue lashed and washed at his sensitive cock. Then, with a long drawn-out moan of appreciation he felt his cock jerk again, felt her cavernous mouth accepting it until it had spasmed for the last time.
"Terrific!" cried Paula enthusiastically, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Just like a fountain of youth," she added, laughing at the expression on his handsome face. It was one of sudden relief, mixed with a sort of pride of achievement. "Who said you could never fuck again?"
He was too exhausted to pass an opinion, and he merely focused his eyes on the magnificent globes with their big pulpy nipples which were but a few inches from his face. Her fingers continued to massage his balls even though the tightness had gone, leaving a dull, persistent ache.
"A few minutes rest and youH be ready to give me a real working over," she said quietly, moving and stretching out on top of him, taking him by surprise.
The silky softness of her body was breathtaking. Her tits were squashed against his chest and yet were amazingly hard. Her round flat tummy on his was something else again and his cock, nuzzled hard against her pubic bone, was actually thickening. Unconsciously, he put his arms around her, almost afraid to touch the velvety-soft flesh. Then, with a shudder, he wrapped his arms tighter as she buried her face in his neck, the faint perfume from her shoulder filling his nostrils and his groin with a burning lust.
"There, there," she whispered, softly. "I had to do that to get ready." Her lips touched the lobe of his ear, making him shiver. "You've a beautiful cock and I can't wait to feel it inside me." She smiled to herself as the cock stirred itself between their flattened bodies slowly growing into a stiffening pole. Then it strengthened itself into a powerful shaft, creeping over her stomach and lengthening itself like a snake about to strike.
"Oooooh!" she murmured. "Just like a groom on his wedding night. But far more experienced, I bet." He jerked convulsively, confirming the effectiveness of her little words of encouragement. She rotated her soft belly on the stiff prod of hard cock, raising herself so that the very tips of her tits were brushing at his chest.
He stood it as long as he could. Then his hands were suddenly on them, squeezing and pulling on them like a schoolboy. Little guttural noises burst from his throat as the lush softness of the gorgeous tits filled his hands with a tingling, exciting feeling of sheer joy. "Jesus, sweet Jesus!" His fingers couldn't do enough to them and they eagerly sought the nipples. As they did, he was aware that she was reaching between their quivering bodies, her hand clasping his straining cock and prying it upwards. Then, with a slight adjustment of her hips, his cock was reaching and straining between the cheeks of her ass. "Aaaaagh!" he whimpered as she closed her thighs, encasing the pulsing rod in wooly softness and taking his breath away. A moment later Paula Neilson had begun a gentle up-and-down movement that had the stiff, reaching roll of hard prick throbbing and straining as never before. "Good lord!" he whispered, unable to believe the indescribable feeling surging up and down his steaming shaft.
"That really feels good, doesn't it?" She was smiling down at him. His hands were working on her tits, squeezing and milking them as if trying to make them burst. She fought an urge to increase the rhythmic movement of her thighs along the length of the throbbing cock, instead controlling the movement so that his cock was soothingly stroked in a steady, methodical massage. "That sure makes him happy," she smiled, the look of anticipation on the handsome face giving her a sense of achievement. "Now he's starting to reach," she said softly. "He's wanting to fuck now and I'll have to let him in."
Sidney gave a pathetic, animal-like groan, his hips jerking and his cock stretching between the creamy-smooth ass cheeks. A furious bubbling of hot come erupted quickly from the flaring head, running down the sides of his cock and lubricating the deep channel in which it was embedded.
"Oh yes! That's marvelous!" Paula crowed delightedly. She reached behind with one hand and crushed his balls quite tightly. "They're just overflowing with joy-juice and wanting to be emptied." She lifted her hips from his, feeling the thick, throbbing shaft of cock slide downwards r and over her asshole. Then she felt the head of his cock nudging at her cuntlips, soaking the opening in readiness for the plunge. "Now," she said softly, not wanting to wait any longer. Then with a steady thrust she allowed her cunt to open and swallow die straining trunk of stiff cock, burying it to the hilt so that it widened the walls of her clutching, clinging cunt, stretching and straining in its eagerness to reach the top. "Wow! What a cock, Sidney!" she yelped, arching her shapely back so as it to take it all in. "No wonder you were so hot the other day In your office." She worked her hips teasingly up and down. "Hiding a cock like that, when you should have been using it." She quickened her thrusts, delighting in the feel of die strong, powerful probing. He had grabbed one tit with both hands and was preparing to suck. "Yes, darling," she croaked, aware of his growing excitement "You've been eyeing those tits all these months, haven't you? Just waiting for the chance to squeeze them and suck them." She made a twisted face as his mouth started to chew the chubby nipples. Then he sucked in at least three inches of the soft, firm flesh, his tongue and lips and mouth working feverishly as his hips flipped to meet hers in a symphony of timing.
To Paula, die banker's surrender was a victory in itself. It was one thing getting a man excited, but quite another getting a snobbish, aloof do-gooder into an excited enough state for fucking. She listened to his pathetic grunts as he vigorously sucked on her tit and at the same time exhausted himself trying to fuck up into her lovely cunt She started making deeper lunges, the rim of her cunt encircling the wide base of his cock. The steady, methodical way she was doing it was taking his breath away. At the same time it made his cock want more, much more of the deep clinging chasm of her tightly-muscled cunt. The head of his cock was actually pushing at her cervix door, trying to ease through as he valiandy pumped his hips, their thighs and bellies meeting with a slapping sound that added to their joy.
"Yes, yes, Sidney, you're doing beautifully." He wasn't anything like Steve or most other men she had fucked. Most of the travelling salesmen could fuck rings around Sidney Barron, but she wasn't about to tell him. "Would you like to fuck me for a change?" she suggested, not waiting for his reply but rolling over and taking him with her. She could then watch him in the mirror, watch him thrust himself into a frenzy as he lay atop her smooth, velvety body. She took his face in her hands and kissed him hody, letting him taste his own come which had dried around her mouth. "Harder!" she pleaded. "Really fuck me to death," she groaned, lifting her fabulous hips to meet his as he tried desperately to satisfy her. "For God's sake, just fuck." She flipped her hips up and down, waves of bliss cascading through her loins. "Yes, yes!" she heard herself gasp, realizing now that he was not so incompetent after all, and that his cock was thickening quite noticeably. He was hesitating now, after plunging right into her, and the lips of her cunt were grasping the thick base of the throbbing cock. "Good God, yes!" she whimpered, bunching her tits and holding them invitingly up to his face. He prompdy sucked on one noisily and she shivered ecstatically, her or-gasm now mounting under die steady, persistent fucking of this distinguished-looking man whom she had thought incompetent "Yes, kiss and fuck, just suck and fuck!" she cried enthusiastically, the wave sweeping through her loins and heardling the coming flood. "Suck and ... suck ... "
His spuming fuck-juice came with devastating suddenness, squirting up his cock and darting from die end into the gulping maw of her cunt surprising him. One minute he had been pumping away, and the next his cock had changed to a powerful battering ram, slashing its way into her and then boldly catapulting the scalding semen like a striking rattiesnake. He lay there poised above Paula Neilson, whom he had always considered the most attractive woman in town, his cock emptying itself enthusiastically into her and her body heaving and sighing beneath him as if showing its gratefulness. Then he found himself withdrawing, not from any fear or shame, but only to sink it again while it still spewed out its rich treasure of fresh cream. He sucked on the lovely tit and listened to her ecstatic moans. Her head was swinging from side to side and her eyes had suddenly rolled upwards, to disappear Into the top of her head. With a grunt he held his cock still, waiting for it to empty Itself In a series of spasmodic shudders. Then he gave a satisfied grunt of delight a feeling of having regained his youth suddenly filling his chest as he slowly and carefully stretched out along what he had always considered the most magnificent piece of woman-flesh In the whole of Yorkville.
Meanwhile, across the road in die main hotel, Steve Neilson had gone to his son's room in search of him. The pool was in need of skimming, and already some of the guests were gathering around in preparation for an afternoon swim. He opened the outer door and walked over to the bathroom door to make sure the boy wasn't there. As he did so, his daughter Judy stepped out, her long blonde hair glistening and wet and a terry bathrobe casually draped around her shoulders and quite open at the front.
"Oh, Daddy!" she said, startled at the sight of her father. "I thought it was Johnny, and ... and ... and I was going to ... well, ask him something." She had been running a comb through her hair, but stopped now in a desperate attempt to grab at the sides of the bathrobe.
Steve lost no time in taking in the firm, smooth body of his daughter. The firm, thrusting little tits, which he had begun to admire recendy whenever she had been wearing a bikini, seemed larger for some reason, and more impudendy protruding than he had imagined them before. The fiat, ivory smoothness of her stomach and the maturing vee of her thigh-creases framing the sparsely-haired pubic bone brought a rippling tingle of unexpected joy to his own loins. "Like ... like that?" he asked incredulously.
Her heart gave an unaccountable flutter. Her father was a very virile man and had a body she had recendy begun to envy and admire quite openly. The girls at school were constandy making remarks of approval on the occasions when he dropped around to pick her up. "I didn't realize I hadn't finished dressing," she said weakly. Her father was wearing only crisp white shorts and his broad chest, burned to a golden brown, for some reason brought a funny little ache to her tits. It was an ache which she had felt when she had been in the shower, and was one reason she had suddenly had an urge to talk to Johnny. "I'm ... I'm sorry!"
Steve watched the arrogant little tits disappear with just a tinge of disappointment. He'd had no idea his daughter was developed so well. Another few months and she would be prime bait for all the horny salesmen who stayed at the motel and who were constantly in search of a new piece of ass. He found himself walking over to where Judy stood, with a look of expectancy on her young, pretty face. She stood her ground. In fact she promptly shifted into a more relaxed stance. "You're growing up," he murmured, the memory of the young tits and the sight of them still poking mischievously through the terry-cloth increasing the disturbing feeling in his balls. "You're more of a woman than I imagined."
She appeared surprised, but also suddenly at ease. "Why, Daddy! I've noticed those little glances you've been giving me whenever I've been in my bikini around the pool." A little smile began around her eyes and spread encouragingly over her entire face. "I mean, all the guys have started to, and you are no exception."
He cleared his throat and returned her smile, hoping to give her confidence, even though she appeared quite relaxed and not the least afraid. "Yes ... well! Most men enjoy watching ... " He was a little surprised at himself when his hands reached out and his fingers caught at the lapels of the robe. He was even more surprised when his daughter's face broke into a wide grin and she dropped her hands to her sides, allowing him to open the robe fully and once again expose the lovely young tits in all their glory.
"Daddy, I don't know whether you should be looking at me like this."
"Jesus! You've got a beautiful pair of young tits coming right along, haven't you?" He was breathing quite heavily and little beads of perspiration were gathering on his forehead. His fingers formed upturned curves and he placed them gently under die proud, pear-shaped tits, lifting diem tenderly as if they might break. "Jesus! What a pair!"
It was all she could do not to burst out laughing. Shivers ran down her tummy as he squeezed her tits quite thoroughly before fanning his fingers over them, the palms of his hands brushing at the pinhead-sized nipples and making them quiver. "Oh, Daddy! Does that make you excited?" The unexpected appearance of her father had startled her at first, but the earlier signals of lust which had made her look for Johnny were mounting again. Litde darting streaks of yearning were bubbling in her cunt.
"Let's go into your bedroom," he said, his voice husky. "Just in case your brother comes."
"Do you think we should?" she asked, new thrilling tremors of craving racing through her tits.
"Just for a minute."
In her bedroom, after he had closed the door, he turned to find her standing in the middle of the floor. She was almost posing, one foot resting so that her thigh was pushed forward, keeping the robe open. He started toward her, his arms out-stretched and his hands about to touch the robe Before he could reach it, she had slipped it off.
She gave a little laugh, confident now that she was stronger than he was. It was just like the girls at school said it was. Get a man started and you could do anything you wanted. "Well, I guess there's nothing wrong in a daddy seeing his daughter," she said, almost resignedly. She stood, smiling at him, the lust and excitement in his big brown eyes indescribable as they moved over her completely naked teen-age body.
He stared at the magnificent body with its smooth, luscious curves. The poking young tits with their pink nipples seemed to blossom before his very eyes. He moved closer, making a choking sound as his hands came up to cover the twin cones, squeezing and kneading them gently as they began to firm. "I suppose boys at school are starting to do this all the time," he said softly.
"Sometimes," she admitted, although only one had so far attempted it, after a school dance.
"What else do they do?" His voice was a series of broken little syllables.
"Oh, Daddyl You know I'd never tell you. Besides, you know how rarely I'm in town after school. I just don't have a chance to meet boys like other girls do."
The silky smoothness of her small firm tits was giving him an enormous hard-on. Briefly, he wondered if she had noticed. Then, for some reason, he didn't care. He moved one hand down over the little round belly and combed the thin blonde hair which covered her pubic bone. She shivered.
"Oh! Oh!" she murmured, her smile fading as she noted the look on his handsome face. It almost frightened her.
"That feels nice, doesn't it?"
"Jeez, yesl" She took a deep breath.
His thumbs worked at the nipples, a guilty feeling filling his chest. Perspiration was running into his eyes, dripping from his eyebrows. He wished he had fucked Paula when he had first awakened this morning. It had been at least four days since he had fucked and emptied his balls and that, he reasoned, accounted for his horniness. The velvety smoothness of this young, virgin-like body was unbelievable. It actually took his breath away and his heart was pounding like a trip-hammer. Before he realized what he was doing he had slipped one hand down to her thighs, her fingers closing into the damp lush softness of her crotch.
"Oh, Daddy!" she whispered, trying to part her thighs without him noticing. "You shouldn't!" She trembled as the fingertips moved over her small, tight labia. Then she made a cooing sound, like a pigeon she had heard in the town park. Vaguely she was aware that a tremor had wracked her father's big strong body when she had cooed, and she waited for his fingers to stroke again. This time, however, the fingers paused, pressing gently for a moment until one inserted itself inside the soft folds of her quivering cunt. "Oh Daddy!" she murmured, the earlier yearning returning with more persistence. "You'd better ... better stop, Daddy!" A pathetic, pleading look filled her eyes as she stared into his. "You'll have to stop, Daddy," she whispered very softly, parting her thighs even more so that his electrifying fingers could give her more pleasure.
"Yes," he croaked, agreeing with her, yet making no attempt to remove his finger from the wet, unbelievably soothing texture of her cuntlips. "Yes, I'll have to." His finger in moved past the first knuckle, and her startled shiver brought a responsive feeling of pride to his chest at having given her this additional pleasure. His other hand bunched the young, vibrant tit and he stared at it longingly. Desperately, he tried to retain control. After all, this was little Judy, the pride and joy of his life. The product of his fucking. He and Paula had often called her a water baby because she had been the result of a wild, strenuous fucking in the middle of the night on the sands at Acupulco. He stared at the pouting little tit some more. Then, just as he had managed to clear his mind and get control, her hand came up and took over, replacing his and holding the tit invitingly. A moment later, with a broken cry, he sank his mouth around the two inches of pointed cone, a wave of lust sweeping through his balls.
"Oh, Daddyl" Her cry was innocent enough to make it erotic. "Daddy, what are you doing?" She gave a groan from deep in her chest but kept on thrusting the little tit against his mouth until he had sucked it fully through his lips. His tongue flickered dartingly over the little cheeky nipple, making it spring back and forth as if it was alive. Never had she experienced anything so fantastically exciting, and she realized for the first time her precarious situation. Her brother had obviously been childishly incompetent. Just then his finger curled itself unexpectedly in her cunt, sending mountainous quivers of ecstasy to course all through her loins. "Aghhhhh ... " she moaned.
"Daddy, oh Daddy, please ... stop ... stop, Daddy, please!"
With supreme control he slowed the stroking of his finger so that it lapped in the wetness and made her hips and thighs twitch and struggle with increasing fervor. She stepped back gratefully under his guidance, the edge of the bed striking the back of her knees and allowing her to fall gently backwards. Then she whimpered with relief, lifting her knees and opening her thighs wide until they lay outspread on the bed. His mouth had left her tit but she still held it, his hand moving over it bringing her continuous excitement A moment later his finger in her cunt began a more determined and yet delightful rhythm, moving in and out through the increasingly greasy opening of her hole and sending wave after wave of excruciating little explosions to her grateful little cunt.
She had intended teasing him at first She still feigned innocence by pleading with him even more. "No, Daddy, no!" she cried, at the same time working her beautifully rounded young hips furiously against the errant finger. The look on his face was something else again, and for the first time she realized what fantastic power she was wielding over him, her father, the strength of the entire family. "No, Daddy, please!" There was no way now he would ever remove his finger, and she tried with an extra-big flip to sink it even further into her excited cunt For some reason, her eyes went to the fly of his shorts. The bulge was utterly fantastic and she wished her girlfriends could see it just for fun. They were always judging bulges on the football players at school, but never in her life had she seen anything so erotic. She began a steady, rhythmic thrusting with her hips, her round little ass lifting off the bed in wild abandon. "No, Daddy ... we ... we mustn't!" Just then he inserted two fingers and her mind reeled. "Aaaaagh ... " she cried, unable to believe the new, excruciating shivers of indescribable joy coursing through her veins. "Yes, oh yes ... " she murmured dreamily. "Yes, Holy Mary! Just get it right into me ... right into me, Daddy!" After a few moments of this new ecstasy she struggled into a sitting position, somehow managing to keep her knees folded so that she was sitting cross-legged. Then, her eyes wide and bright, she reached forward so that her fingers could grapple with the zipper at the front of his shorts, almost succeeding in opening it, and managing to get at least one full feel of the massive hidden column of thick cock which she wanted to have in her hands. "Daddy!" she cried plaintively and pathetically. "Oh, Daddy! I must!" . Her actions brought Steve to his senses for the first time. The wet, gorgeous hole of her cunt into which his finger was gliding so methodically, and the fully-firmed tits which his other hand had been teasing so thoroughly were one thing. But his daughter's yearning to see his cock was quite another. Briefly, he tried to remember how he had managed to get himself into this position as he stared at her hand, still trying to open his fly and free his throbbing cock. "No," he hissed, almost inaudibly. "We mustn't. We mustn't."
"Oh, Daddy!" The pathetic, disappointed cry cleared his swirling brain completely. "I must!"
He dropped to his knees and sank his face be-tween the outstretched thighs, catching her by surprise. Then his hands were there too, pressing open the glimmering little slit. Before she realized fully what he had in mind, she had thrown herself back on the bed, as his mouth covered the tight lips of her cunt and his tongue darted into the oily swamp. Then she gave a long wail of sheer relief as his tongue caressed and then deliberately licked at the startled clit, her body exploding in an earthquake of jolting reverberations.
How long she withstood the assault on her cunt, she could never remember. Never had her body experienced such exhilarating abuse. She spread her legs, and found that her father's hot mouth could actually sink itself inside the wet, wispy folds of her cunt. Then she tried to close diem, but found her thighs held open in his powerful hands. With a cry of surrender she bent her knees, allowing her ankles and feet to drape themselves over his shoulders. Her hips and thighs and the entire area of her loins were delirious with electrifying impulses, thrashing wildly up and down in an attempt to bring release. Then, as she gave a long, beseeching wail of joy, her orgasm exploded, and she could actually hear her daddy suck and drink at the fountain of her boding cunt. All the reason in her brain disappeared into the distance as her twat exploded in indescribable joy.