His cock did a flip-flop.
He had to get it into her flowing gash or he'd shoot his wad just like a kid getting his first piece of ass.
His body weight pressed her firmly down into the bed. His mouth began to become more and more demanding. Tongues raced back and forth. He searched out each and every bidden section of her mouth with the sole intent of stimulating her to even higher levels of arousal.
His tongue lightly outlined her teeth, then dueled with the tip of her tongue. Soon, the girl was panting in reaction. She gripped his cock firmly in her hand, not wanting to let go.
And he didn't want her to. It felt good having her hand wrapped around his cock. It gave him a sense of well-being, a sense of being wanted.
And she could guide him directly to the erotic target in a few minutes.
When they were both ready, there wouldn't he any preliminary fumbling around. That wasn't his style.
He worked his body between her legs. His hand raced down almost to the knee, then worked back up slowly – very slowly. He felt the tension grow in her body as he approached her twat. But he never quite touched her snatch.
Instead, his hand raced down the sensitive inner thigh of her other leg, stopping just above her knee. The methodical trip upward brought her up off the bed. Her hips were straining upward in the vain hope his fingers would touch her snatch, delve deeply into her cunt. She wanted him to finger-fuck her.
He wasn't going to do it. That was too much like what a teenaged boy might do. He was going to give her his meaty cock and really fuck her, fuck her like a woman deserved. There wasn't going to he any question in her mind that he was all man when he finished.
Over and over he felt the satiny-smooth flesh of her leg quiver and flow under his fingers. He was stringing her out to a high tension. Soon, she would barely be able to restrain herself. Then and only then would he cram his jerking cock into her cunt.
He felt the twat juice oozing from her cunt lips. It puddled up on his balls and tickled. With a slow circular motion, he ground the underside of his pecker against her pussy mound. He pressed down hard enough to stimulate the clit beneath the tangled jungle of fur. His daughter was completely caught up in the rapture of being made love to by her very own father.
He knew the time to fuck her was at hand.
His hands under and gripped a double handful of assflesh. She sighed, then groaned as he pulled the twin globes of soft flesh apart. He wanted her to think he was tearing her apart. Her cunt would contract, tense up.
And when it did, he rammed forward, her hand guiding him directly to his erotic target.
He speared her dead center. For a long minute, he poised at the gates guarding her inner reaches. Then he fucked hard and fast up her twat. He was suddenly surrounded by flaming pussy flesh. The liquids lubricating her cunt came oozing out after she'd been plugged by his rod of hard male flesh.
With her ass lifted off the bed and her cunt split wide, she was totally vulnerable to his advances. He could do anything he wanted to her.
Anything at all.
Her hot, velvety twat tried to sap his iron control. He didn't let it – not yet. He savored the wondrous heat and soaked up all her cunt juice.
His cock began to feel like a sponge. He wanted to revel and frolic in the erotic playground of her cunt. He dipped his prick deep into her well and let it stir around slowly.
The jerking, dancing movement of his cock was pushing her desires to the breaking point. He felt her stomach muscles tensing, clamping down all around his cock. She was good, damned good. He had to admit it. But he'd found better – like her mother.
But his daughter would learn. She was still young. She was only eighteen. But she already had a hell of a start on knowing how to properly please a man.
"Oh, Daddy, fuck me hard! Deeper! Deeper!"
He shrugged his shoulders and managed to lift first one, then the other of her knees onto his shoulders. With her legs high up in the air, he was able to brace himself on the bed like he was doing pushups. By relaxing his arms, he sent his cock far down into the girl's cunt. The way he held her captive, her cunt was entirely exposed to his hard thrusts.
And he was able to dive a full inch deeper than he could otherwise. He knew he wasn't as long as some guys. But that didn't matter. What he did with what he had was all that counted. And he was a master cocksman. He had never failed to please a woman yet. And he'd bedded a couple really frigid chicks in his day. They'd come back begging him for more.
"Anything my little girl wants," he muttered from between clenched teeth. It was getting harder for him to keep his control. His balls were beginning to ache. The strain of holding in his cum was telling on him.
His daughter was working his cock over with all the expertise of a pro.
He felt the ripples of sensation up and down his length. She tensed, then relaxed her stomach muscles. The effect was like having a velvet glove working on his cock. A heated velvet glove with the fingers inside individually working against every nerve ending on his sensitive prong.
He straightened his arms and pulled back from her cunt. His cock was covered with her sparkling fuck fluids. But he didn't notice. All that he knew was the coldness suddenly assailing his prick. He had to have it buried in warm, tender flesh once again.
He relaxed and went down. His cock drove hard up his daughter's twat.
With a wiggling action, he was able to corkscrew his way in. She was bent double and barely able to move as long as he held ha knees over his shoulders. He knew the higher he could get her legs, the deeper his penetration would be.
Over and over, he dipped and dived down into her. His cock began to sail back and forth like a berserk piston. His hips maintained a steady rhythm that was a more potent force than his deep entries into her cunt.
He knew that a ragged fucking motion would excite a chick. But a regular rhythm slowly built up into all-out fucking was lots better.
It would keep her at a fever pitch of desire for his cock a lot longer.
She would be burning inside and unable to come. He would control when her orgasm would seize her.
He wanted this to be the ultimate fucking for his little girl – his daughter, his sixteen-year-old sexy bombshell of a daughter.
As he plunged downward again, he bent her knees all the way back into her tits. Mashing them flat with her own knees gave an added thrill to the young girl. She felt him entering her body, quickly, firmly and with great authority. And now he was stimulating her boobs with her own knees.
She was bent in an uncomfortable position and never noticed it. She was too lost in the ocean of her own emotions. Her pent-up feelings were coming to the surface and threatened to burst loose at any instant. She tried to trap his cock deep in her cunt.
She couldn't do it. In spite of the fact he was managing to screw her even deeper than Joe had with his nine-inch dong, she wasn't able to hold onto his buried cock. Her own lubricants betrayed her. His cock slipped easily out of her lust slickened pussy.
And with her knees pressing firmly into the hard buttons of her nipples, tiny jabs of delight were arching down into her chest. The fires that had been banked there now blazed merrily. The warmth spreading from her cunt and her jugs collided in the center of her body.
But she couldn't come. There was still something holding her back. In a dim way, she realized he was controlling her absolutely. And that he wanted to gave her the big "O". The ultimate orgasm.
"Please!" she moaned, her head thrashing back and forth on the bed. She had to come but wasn't allowed to.