"Daddy, I think right and wrong is not up to everyone, but up to the individual. It's what's right for them. If it makes us happy and pleases us, then it's right for us, as long as it doesn't hurt others or infringe on them in any way. What do you think?"
I was running my fingers along his stomach and his hand was stroking my spine and the small of my back, curving to stroke my curves, lingering on the round, firm muscles of my ass cheek, then over my hip and along the upper part of my leg. My hand had unhooked his zipper. My wiggling around caused it to unzip about an inch or so.
"I think you're right. At least, I do right now."
"Daddy, take your pants off. No, better yet, let me do it."
I jumped off his lap as he reached to finish unzipping them. I caught the waist and pulled them down. He raised his hips as I pulled them free from under him. Then I slid them down. Taking them off, I laid them aside, undid his shoes, taking them and his socks off. I can't explain why, but I had an uncontrollable urge to kiss his feet and I did, each toe, until I had kissed and run my tongue over each toe and every inch of his feet. He reached down, caught me under my arms, and pulled me up and onto his lap. His eyes met mine and I felt more love and need than I'd ever felt in my life. Tenderly, love swept through me, turning me weak like putty. Everywhere we touched I felt a tingling, prickly fire. I could see and feel all the love in the world one person could ever feel for the other, as if he were worshipping me through to my soul. It was making my spirit soar in rapture, knowing he alone really loved and wanted me, needed me as I needed him.
My stomach was fluttering like a thousand butterflies were loose in it, but I wasn't trembling nearly as much as my dad. I could feel all my love draining out of me and, washing over him; and through him. I knew, no other love would, ever equal what the two of us were feeling and sharing at that moment, that there could be no wrong in anything we did, that the love we held for each other made everything right. We were heady with the love we felt and the taste of our forbidden fruit, for our feast was there, before us.
He took my face in his trembling hands as he had a thousand times since I was a little girl, but now there was something more meaningful in it than there had ever been before. He slowly drew me to him, and began kissing my forehead, eyes, nose, chin, each kiss adding little fires to the ones already dancing through me. As his lips closed on mine, I felt a climax burst in me, sending a quiver of pleasure racing through me. His tongue sought my mouth. He ran it inside my lips, over my teeth, under my tongue and over it. It felt like a hot poker in my mouth as he explored. I sucked on his tongue, running my tongue around his as I slid an arm around his neck, and an arm around his back, pulling him against me as fiercely as I could.
I wanted to crawl totally into his body, submerge myself in him so I'd be one with him, welded and fused together from now until eternity. Our kiss only seemed a moment, yet aged and grew up in those moments by leaps and bounds. His hands explored my flesh, his flesh as he came to know it.
As our kiss broke, I realized I'd been moaning. He picked me up. I could feel his hard cock bumping against my butt as he walked. It felt like a red hot piece of steel burning me at each step. He carried me up the stairs to his room where he laid me on the bed, then crawled onto it beside me, scooting me to the middle.
He bent, kissing me along my neck and ears, across my shoulders. A hand explored my tits, tweaking the burning hard nipples. He tongued over and around my throbbing nipples, they felt like they would pop straight off. A free hand was playing over and teasing the flesh on my stomach, running his fingers through the hairs on my mound of love.
Each touch of his burning tongue made my body tingle, squirm, writhe, and twist beneath it, each lick a flame shooting into my core. He passed by my mound, going down one leg, licking my flesh. He licked each toe, sucking them into his mouth, running his tongue between them. Then he did the same to the other foot as he began working his way back up my other leg. It was driving me bananas.
At my hip, he rolled me onto my stomach, brushing my hair out of the way. He began giving my shoulders and back a tongue bath. His hands stroked my burning flesh, caressing my round buttocks, sending spasms and chills of pleasure racing along my spine as he worked downward.
I thought I'd lose my mind as his tongue ran over the cheek of my ass, then went on down the back of my leg to kiss and lick the sole of first one foot then the other. It felt wild as he worked back up, then over the round firm cheek of my rear. At the small of my back his tongue began working towards the cleft separating the round cheeks. Then it was flicking along the crevice.
I felt his hands spread them apart as the wet burning tongue dipped in. I jerked all over as his tongue played over my tight, brown opening. It felt like an electrical charge going up in me and I groaned in animal pleasure as I felt the burning tip probe and force its way past the tight muscle. I arched my body to meet the piercing heat like a cat that just had its back scratched.
Then he rolled me onto my back. Spreading my legs, he began kissing along my puffy, pouting, pussy lips, his wet tongue flicking out to touch them, sending goose bumps all over my body. I wanted to grab his head and bury his face in my burning cunt, hold him while he would lick its dripping wetness, clutch his head between my legs while he probed his tongue as deeply into my hole as he could get it, sucking out the flood of nectar from my love hole as the dam holding it was broken to slake his thirst.
I was rubbing my leg against him and was delighted in the sensuous feel of his flesh, muscles and hair against me as he rolled, scooting down to lie between my legs, his head resting at my crotch.
I lifted my head and looked into his eyes, sending out all the love I cherished for him to bombard his soul, mind and spirit. The returning love in his eyes told me he felt it as I did as his face lowered to my waiting, hungry pussy.
All walls and barriers crashed into dust as his mouth made contact with my burning lips. His tongue eased between them and I felt a climax explode and shake its way through me. My head fell back to the pillow and a moan of primitive need came from deep in me. My head was rolling from side to side as animal sounds came from my throat, with each lick along the velvet soft skin, moist from the explosions assailing my body. Sucking my clit into his mouth. He sent his tongue darting over the hard love button, driving my sexual tension ever upwards.
I could hear my voice whimpering and pleading as my need became more intense by the second. My hands were clutching and tearing at the sheets as my body thrashed beneath his tongue lashing. My head was tossing as I bit my lower lip to hold back screaming in the torrent of pleasure assailing my body as wave after wave washed over me. There was no part of my body that wasn't jerking as the spasms of pleasure raced through, tearing at my vitals.
It was hard to tell when one climax ceased and another began. My sexual tension was building to such a peak that my ecstasy was agony and my agony was ecstasy. I was on the brink of a great chasm and, as the physical feelings mounted, my emotions intensified that I felt myself being hurled into space. The explosion in my sexual center went crashing outward, sweeping, everything before it. My head also exploded in a white, blinding light as my body melted to a mass of hot-liquid feelings. I screamed in the sheer ecstasy that swept through every fiber of my body, as toy intense emotions began to ebb. I heard myself begging him, "Fuck meee, oh, fuck meee. I've got to have you in me!"
He crawled up over me, kissing my stomach and then my tits, sucking the nipples into his burning mouth. I could see his hard cock, throbbing with need to be buried in my waiting hole. Reaching between our bodies, I took it lovingly in my hand. At the touch, it felt hot, and the heat ran up my arm from my hand, making me tingle and feel giddy.