Her tits were big mounds of high, firm flesh that billowed out from her body and seemed to be constantly jiggling and swaying boobs of their own immense weight.
"Not a bad package, really," Loni murmured, finally pleased with what she saw in the mirror.
She turned sideways to the mirror and looked at her ass. It was light, smooth, high and rounded. She ran her hands over her asscheeks lightly and shivered a little.
Tonight she was going to fuck Papa.
It seemed so utterly absurd that she wanted to laugh. Actually, Loni was scared and exhilarated at the same time.
She was finally going to use her body to achieve the kind of pleasure and satisfaction she knew she deserved. Loni, with the exquisite 38D-23-36 figure, was finally going to spread her beautiful thighs for a man and take his cock into her pussy until her virginity was just a bad memory of the past.
Loni was pleased with the reaction she drew from Papa. His lusty eyes roaming over her curvaceous body brought a shiver of fear rippling up her spine.
"You don't love her, do you?"
Papa shook his head sadly. "No. No, I don't. But I can't seem to leave her. I know she's no good for me. I know she doesn't love me. But I can't seem to leave her."
The dark blue dress Loni wore clung to her body, showing off her curves, defining her magnificent tits and the gentle swelling of her hips. Her fingertips toyed with the buttons that ran from between her tits to the slender belt that encircled her waist.
Papa was standing in his bathroom, his face full of shaving cream. He was getting ready to meet his fiancee. He'd already showered and stood now bare-footed and bare-chested, wearing only pants.
Loni chatted with him while he shaved and when he was finished she knew she had to make her move. If she allowed him to leave the house, he'd see his fiancee and forget all about the face that he really didn't love the gold-digging bitch.
"Look at me," Loni said after her father had finished splashing his cheeks with cologne. "I don't want you to take your eyes off me."
Papa nodded his head. Loni saw him swallow with some difficulty. It was clear that he was as uncomfortable as she was.
Slowly, one at a time, her eyes cast down so she couldn't see Papa's face, Loni unfastened the buttons of her dress. When she had reached the belt, she stopped, standing motionless with her arms at her sides, the dress parted slightly to show off her magnificent cleavage and the black lace-and-satin bra she had on. The bra was see-through on the upper bakes of the cups, patterned with flowers, delicate and feminine-looking.
She slipped her fingers inside the open dress and worked it outward, sliding it off her shoulders. Once off her shoulders, the dress slipped down her arms and Loni pulled her arms out of the sleeves, leaving the dress wrapped around her waist.
"More?" she asked, not looking up.
Though Loni didn't receive an answer to her question, she knew what her father would want her to do. She pushed the dress past her hips and it fell in a loose pile around her ankles. Loni stepped out of her dress and stood, shivering a little, searching her soul for the courage to do what she wanted to do, what she needed to do for Papa and for herself.
"I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my life," Papa said breathlessly as his teenaged daughter stood before him in the bathroom. "Never in my life."
Loni's big tits were pushing against the bra's dainty lace cups. A black garter belt was wrapped around her waist, with straps hanging down, two for each leg. Several inches below the juncture of her thighs the stocking tops were hooked to the clasps of the garters. Her pussy was covered by a pair of black satin bikini panties that were so sheer they barely concealed her pussy bush. At her hips the panties were little more than a thin strip of cloth.
Still without looking up into her father's eyes, Loni stepped forward, the three-inch stiletto heels of her slippers clicking softly on the hard tile floor. With each step she took her tits bobbed a little inside her bra.
"I love you, Papa," Loni whispered, now standing so close to him she could see his erection. "Your fiancee doesn't love you, but I do."
Loni raised her eyes just a little and saw the lump of cockmeat that was growing inside her father's pants. Inexplicably her mouth began to water. Her nipples grew hard inside her bra.
Loni thought of turning her face up to kiss Papa's mouth. Then, afraid she would lose her courage if she saw a negative sign in his eyes, she slowly sank to her knees before him.
Looking down, Papa groaned softly. He couldn't think of what he was supposed to do with his hands, so he left them at his sides. His daughter's mounding cleavage made his cock pulse furiously as it stretched down the leg of his trousers. Her red, cupid's-bow mouth was erotic and inviting.
"I've got enough… for both of us," Loni whispered.
Though she had intended on fucking her father, Loni now realized that she was going to suck his cock. She'd been asked by boy friends in the past to give blow-jobs, but she had always refused. In an instant she realized that she was going to give her father everything, allow him to teach her everything he knew about sex.
She unhooked his pants and they fell down to his ankles. His cock sprang out, not quite fully erect yet, and the sheer size of it took Loni's breath away.
Though she'd given her boy friends hand-jobs in the past and had sometimes compared their cocks one against another for size and thickness and so forth, none of the young men that Loni had been with were even close to the incredible dimensions that her father could lay claim to.
Loni's trembling fingers curled around the broad shaft of Papa's cock. The moment she touched it, the cock jerked a little in her hand, stretching and growing, enlarging to its full twelve inches.
Loni stared at the cock, unable to believe her father was hung like he was. She reached between his slightly spread thighs and cupped his balls in her palm. They hung several inches below the base of his cock, heavy and full of cum.
The cock drooped slightly downward from its own weight. Loni brought her right fist back and forth over the prick, feeling the velvety sheathing that surrounded the inner core of hard meat. Her cunt was tingling, her clit hard and excited. Pussyjuice was seeping to her cuntlips, and her bikini panties were clinging wetly to her cunt.
"You're the biggest," Loni whispered, a touch of reverence in her tone.
She stared at the cockhead, knowing that from Papa's slitted pisshole his cum would jet out. She'd stroked off enough of her boy friends to enjoy the feel of their salty, sticky cum on her fingers, and Loni wondered if her father's cum would be any different than that of boys her own age.
Loni closed her eyes and brought her mouth to Papa's cockhead. She kissed it softly, smacking lightly on the conical knob of the cock while her right hand worked over the shaft from the rim of the cockhead down to the base.
Papa sighed, watching his lovely daughter planting light, somewhat noisy kisses on his cockhead. As she stroked his prick, her tits jiggled from her chest, and the sight of those milky mounds of lit flesh trapped inside her black bra made his prick even harder than it had been.
Loni was fighting with herself as she kissed the huge, bullet-shaped pricktip at her father's cock. She wanted to stick her tongue out to taste his prick, but she was afraid that she wouldn't like it. She was convinced that if he didn't like the flavor of her father's cock that he would be able to tell, and then he would make her stop. Also, Loni was afraid that she wouldn't know how to give the blow-job properly. She knew how to give hand-jobs, but that was entirely different than opening her lips and sucking on a cock until it became overheated and wads of gooey, creamy cum spurt out.
"Lick it," Papa instructed, battling with himself to not appear top anxious.