With the pleasure of his daughter's mouth rapidly becoming pain, he reached down and eased her mouth from his prod. He smiled weakly when she looked up at him, then whispered, "Enough, enough! I can't take anymore. It was marvelous!"
Carefully, his knees quivering, he lowered himself to the ground beside her. Drawing her to him, he kissed the mouth that had provided him so much pleasure.
As they parted, Linda eased from his embrace. Her eyes shining with the incandescent gleam of love and lust, she stood. Her shoulders wiggled a bit and her blouse fell from her arms. Again, he was struck by the sensual combination of white and golden skin while he watched the lively dance of her ripe tits. The pink-coral colored nipples, perched like cherries atop each of those luscious-looking peaks traced invisible circles in the air.
Running her hands along her sides, the sexy young nymph moved her fingers to the front of her jeans. The snap popped open and the zipper eased down its metallic track. She did a provocative little wiggle and her jeans slithered down her thighs. Completely exposed for his eyes were two long shapely legs, beautiful thighs and calves she had obviously inherited from her mother. Her skin was smooth and sun-tanned, a golden brown that matched her arms and firm, young stomach.
Next, her fingers tucked beneath the elastic band of her bikini panties. She inched them down with deliberate languor. She was teasing him, taunting him with her young body and enjoying every minute of her seductive scheme.
Tossing her panties away, she stood straight up, allowing her father to view her unashamed nakedness. His eyes roved over the flatness of her belly and the developing womanly flare of her hips. Then his longing gaze moved to the auburn triangle of pubic fleece bushed over the alluring knoll of her cunt.
He remembered her earlier words. She had brought him here to show him she was a woman. As he stared on the arousing curves of her young body, he had no doubts that his daughter was just that – a woman. And a woman who knew the pleasures her body could give a man.
She smiled, stepping toward him, her hips waggling in exaggerated fashion. Stopping at his side, she extended a hand. "Give me your hand."
He did. Taking it, she placed his fingers on her crotch and trembled as he touched her. Her pubic moss was soft and silky to his fingertips. Lovingly, he stroked the down of her sex, delighting at the cooing sounds that came from his daughter's throat.
While she stared down at him, he slid his palm between her thighs and burrowed a finger up into the moist hole of her young cunt. She was wet and hot inside. The channel of her pussy was aflood with lubricants. He twirled his finger around in her damp sluice and she moaned, her body trembling.
"It's good," she said. "Your hands feel wonderful on me – in me."
With that he had to agree. This delightful nymph made him feel like a young man again. Already his deflated prick was throbbing with renewed need – a need to burrow itself deeply into this juicy, pink-lipped pussy.
Slowly, he pulled his digit from the channel of her lust. Then he reversed himself and drilled his inquisitive finger back up into the most intimate of his daughter's body.
At the same time, he ran another finger up the cleft of her outer labia. Her whole body shuddered almost convulsively as he found the hypersensitive bud of her clit. The small nubbin was no larger than a small pea, but obviously it was as ready for his attention as was her juicy cunt.
Almost casually, he manipulated that tiny button of flesh, while his entrenched finger slithered in and out of her sexual slash like a miniature penis.
His daughter's body began to sway, rocking back and forth to the rhythm of his finger fucking. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her sensuous lips parted, writhing as he drew aroused whimpers of delight from her throat.
He took his time with her, languidly building her passion and at the same time allowing her arousal to create new life in his prick. Deliberately, he controlled her young teenage body. Step by step, he stoked the fires of carnal need within the willing core of her pussy. Higher and higher he moved her through the levels of excitement, sharpening her want to a keen, fevered pitch.
When at last he withdrew his finger from her pussy, she was moaning, near panting, with desire. Her eyes fluttered open. The fires of lust flared deep within their emerald green.
"Lay back," she said, her eyes widening with pleasure when they moved to his groin to find his cock once more an erect pole of need. "I'm going to make love to you!"
Without questioning, he did as she requested. Stretching out on the cool firmness of their moss bed, he smiled up to her. His eyes followed the luscious curves of her naked body as she stepped over him, straddling his groin.
Carefully lowering herself to her knees, one planted securely to each side of his hips, she sat back on his thighs. The soft strands of her pubic fleece tickled his legs, causing his flagpole of a cock to jump and twitch with urgency. His daughter's eyes flashed, watching the aroused dance of his shaft.
Lovingly, her hand reached out and caressed that massive tube of sexual meat. Toying with him, she ran her hands up and down its fat length, enjoying every inch of it from hairy base to bulbous head. And when her grasp tightened and jacked at the unyielding staff, she grinned with delight at the pleasure groans she brought from her father's lips.
She had felt him, licked him, sucked him and tasted the hot cream of his loins. Now she was ready to get down to the very serious business of fucking him.
Carefully, she pulled his throbbing prick straight up in the air so that it jutted perpendicular to his groin – a fleshy spike of pulsating lust. Holding it there with one hand, she pushed up, rising above the hardened rod.
Her father's eyes widened while she paused, poised over his cock, the hungry mouth of her cunt but mere inches from its fat, swollen head. She hovered there, knowing that the slight delay served to increase his anticipation of what was to come.
With the same deliberate slowness, she began to lower herself atop his meaty rail. Inch by inch, she descended. Closer and closer the wildly throbbing lance of sex came to the willing mouth of her wanton cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned aloud, quivering with a sudden rush of desire.
His swollen cock crown pushed through the fleece of her pubic hairs and brushed against the pouting lips of her pussy. Her first impulse was to suddenly drop down, impaling herself on his cock. But that was not what she wanted for him, or for herself.
The trim, youthful muscles of her calves and thighs tightened to support her. Then with perfect control of her yearning body, she moved downward once again.
Inward the skewering rod of cock inched. Through the mouth of her pussy, then through the delicate lips of her inner labia, and finally into the burning socket of her twat. Secure there, she released her handhold on him and continued lowering herself, impaling her cunt on the fattened column of her father's prick.
Deeper and deeper, she accepted that massive lovewand. She felt him, every throbbing inch of him. Possessively, her cunt tightened, sheathing its folds around the bulky contours of his pussy-prodder. Slowly, ever slowly, she descended, opening her body to him a fraction of an inch at a time. Then at last, she once more sat atop him. This time, however, every inch of his cock was entrenched in the inner-most depths of her vagina.
"I'm full," she said, gazing down at the man who stared up at her from his back. "I feel packed to the gills!"
She did. Her father was deep within the core of her wanton hole. She knew his engorged glans were throbbing no more than a fraction of an inch from the ring of her cervix. He pulsed and she felt him, virile strength throbbing through the total length of his sleeved prick. It felt so damn good to savor the filling presence of his sex – her father's cock.