I Smithson - Tempting daddy

"Any place you'd like, Hank," she replied.

"What say we stop at McDonald's for a bag of junk food and just ride?"

"Sounds fine."

They got Big Macs, French fries and Cokes, and headed up the West Side Highway. The Beach Boys were playing on the car radio. Hank glanced at Leslie and asked, "Did you ever smoke grass, Leslie?"

"No, I haven't."

"You wanna try?"

Leslie thought about it for a moment. She had never been warned against taking it by her father, and after all, it wasn't habit forming.

"Sure, why not?" she said suddenly.

Hank lit up a joint, inhaled it deeply and handed it to Leslie, telling her how to do the process. "Draw the smoke in, suck it down into your lungs and hold it there for as long as you can, then let it out."

Leslie did as she was instructed. They finished one joint, ate the burgers and Hank lit up another. Leslie was beginning to feel marvelously relaxed. She was really getting into the music that was playing on the car radio. The station had switched to Rod Stewart. She closed her eyes and let the rock singer's twanging voice exhilarate her. "Have you ever been to the Cloisters?" she heard Hank asking.

"What? No, no, I haven't."

"It's a reconstructed medieval church that's filled with all sorts of old tapestries and things. It's really beautiful. It's too bad it's closed, but maybe, if there aren't any guards around, we can get into the grounds."

"I'd like that," replied Leslie dreamily.

Hank turned into the road leading up to the Cloisters. He was only able to go a short distance as the roadway was blocked by a chain.

"Let's leave the car here and get out and snoop around, Leslie."

The two young people got out of the car. They were both feeling very mellow and attuned to nature and their surroundings.

"Are you sure it's safe to leave the car, Hank?"

"Sure. Nothing will happen. I just won the basketball game and you're my girl."

"Am I?"

"Aren't you?"

The warm night breeze licked at their faces and contributed to their feelings of sensuality. As they neared the entrance to the Cloisters, the air became filled with the scent of new spring flowers.

"I don't see any guards, Leslie."

Leslie didn't reply, but ran the tips of her fingers lightly down his soft cheek. Hank was just beginning to get a beard and the delicate blond hairs stood up on end as Leslie touched them. He took her hand and kissed her fingers, then one by one he took them into his mouth and sucked on them.

"Let's go for a walk, Leslie," Hank said hoarsely.

They eased around the post which held the chain and looked in all directions.

"I don't think we better go up to the Cloisters," reasoned Hank. "It's full of art stuff and things like that. There's probably a guard wandering around. Why don't we just take a little stroll through the gardens?"

Leslie didn't answer, but kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Come on, let's go that way," Hank said, pointing to a narrow path between two giant bushes.

A thin sliver of moon, looking like a slice of lemon, hung expectantly in the sky overhead. The stars, their brightness diluted by thin gauzy clouds, stubbornly twinkled. Hank took Leslie's hand in his as they entered the woods next to the Cloisters. Shreds of moonlight guided them and night birds noisily welcomed them. The ground was covered with a mixture of spring grass and moss. Leslie reached down and took off her shoes and wiggled her toes in the soft, verdant carpet. They reached a small park. There was a fountain spurting water in the center of it and concrete benches on either side.

"I think we should stay out of the open," Hank cautioned.

"Let's go that way," suggested Leslie, pointing to a clump of tall trees.

Hand in hand they hurried across the grass and disappeared into the sylvan shadows. Hank, following suit with Leslie, took off his shoes, tied the laces together and slung them over his shoulder. They walked into the center of the small forest. The trees became taller and meshed overhead so that it seemed that they were in a great cathedral made not of masonry but leaves and foliage. They sat down on the ground at the base of a large elm tree and leaned against the trunk.

"That grass is dynamite, isn't it, Leslie?"

"I don't know about that. All I know is that I feel absolutely wonderful."

He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face between her breasts. Leslie was just wearing a thin scoop-neck T-shirt and he could feel her nipples pressing against either cheek. He opened his mouth and sucked on each nipple in turn through the T-shirt. Leslie sighed and twisted his straight blond hair through her fingers. Hank caressed her firm young breasts and asked almost naively, "Can I feel them?"

"Of course," Leslie replied as she slipped off her T-shirt and undid her wraparound denim skirt so that the only thing she was wearing was a sheer pair of bikini panties.

"Oh, wow," groaned Hank as he saw her beautiful young body. "Oh, WOW!" He stood up. Already Leslie could see the huge bulge in his pants growing larger. Hank pulled off his polo shirt and stepped out of his jeans. He was wearing Jockey shorts, but even they could not contain his impending erection. He turned away from Leslie and bent over to take off his shorts. His ass was high and muscular. There was an indentation on each buttock, and a small patch of blond hair right above the crevice of his ass. Leslie could feel the juices in her cunt begin to flow.

She stood up and hurriedly took off her bikinis before Hank turned around. When he did, her eyes fell upon the mammoth cock hanging between his legs. It was much larger than any one she had seen before. Hank stared at the fine light brown triangle between Leslie's legs. They stepped toward each other and embraced. Her flesh was warm, and the warmth of their bodies flowed one into the other. He caressed her firmly on the buttocks and brushed his lips over the lower half of her face. He stopped for a moment to suck on her chin and lowered his head, making small, teasing circles of wetness on her neck. Then he moved even lower, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He could feel the nipple go rigid. He sucked it softly at first and then exerted more pressure. He bit on it lightly and then moved over to the other, to repeat the action.

Leslie kissed his hair, running her tongue over his blond tresses and pulling on them with her teeth.

"Don't stop, Hank. Please don't stop."

Hank didn't stop. Slowly he lowered himself to his knees. His tongue made a wet trail down Leslie's stomach. He stopped at her navel and twirled it around inside, then moved downward. He could feel the soft brush of her pubic hair against his chin, and then against his lips. He could taste the delicate pink slit of her vaginal lips. He eased her legs farther apart and pressed the lower half of his face against her crotch, rubbing his face from side to side over her cunt. He ran his tongue lightly over her vaginal lips and opened his mouth and covered her completely. Leslie gasped and pulled his head closer. Hank sucked noisily on her cunt, finally pulling away and grinning with pleasure.

"Much better than a Big Mac."

Using his fingers, he gently parted her outer lips and buried his mouth once again over the soft moistness of her pussy. He jabbed his tongue inside, lathing the soft membranes of her vaginal walls. His tongue tickled her clitoris and he sucked and chewed on it until it grew as hard as a peanut. Hank wrapped his hands around Leslie's ass and pulled her down to the ground.

They were both on their knees facing one another, their hands rapidly touching and exploring each other's body. Leslie snaked her hand between them and clasped his cock.

"It's sooooo big, Hank."

Soft, Hank's cock was about five inches long, but it could grow to a length of nine or ten inches, depending on how excited he was. Right now it was swollen to its full ten inch length.