Jeff Davis - The preacher_s daughters

"Oh, hi, Daddy," she said, looking up and discovering him.

"Hi," he mumbled and quickly walked away toward the kitchen.

His hands shook as he turned the heat under the pot up and took down a cup. His brain buzzed and his pulse pounded. The vivid picture of his daughter's young ripe body was burned into his mind's eye. Her expression had seemed strange when she looked up at him and as he studied it in his memory, it seemed even stranger. There was no surprise nor modesty in it. Almost pride.

He poured the hot water into the cup and stirred the steaming liquid until it was dark. He carried the cup back to the study and sat down at his desk without a glance in the direction of the bathroom or Kathy's bedroom. He knew that his body couldn't stand the excitement of another such scene.

Martin sipped the hot coffee and tried to subdue his body. A noise, soft and rustling caught his ear. He looked toward the door. All his control drained from him. Kathy stood just inside the door, smiling at him. Her shorty nightgown didn't quite cover her panties. He could see the darker flesh of her nipples through the sheer flighty and the crotch of her panties was slightly indented into the small slit.

"Busy, Daddy?" she asked softly.

"Not really," he replied. His voice was choked and hoarse.

Kathy was enjoying the obvious effect that she was having on him. Her eyes had already discovered the bulge in his lap and his eyes were eating her body. She paused a moment and then crossed to him and kissed his cheek.

"Something on your mind?" he asked.

"No. I just wanted to come sit in your lap and cuddle for a minute." Her hand rested on his shoulder. She turned and lowered her round little ass onto his lap. His bulging cock pressed up against her damp little pussy, the heat soaking through his slacks and her panties and warming the already warm slit.

Her small arms circled his neck and she wriggled a little on his lap. She was sure she heard him stifle a gasp. His hands rested on the edge of the desk, stiff and unmoving. She lifted one and placed it on the soft flesh of her leg and then the other around her waist. Her small hand returned to his neck, her face nuzzling his throat.

"Where is Beth?" Martin asked.

"Reading I think. If she isn't asleep." Kathy sensed his discomfort and the battle that was raging inside him.

She snuggled closer and let her young body savor the feeling of his. His cock pulsed against the crotch of her panties, causing her pussy to tingle and seep dew. Her face felt warm and she heard her own breathing becoming quick and uneven.

"You feel so good, Daddy," she whispered.

"Umm. You do, too," Martin managed to reply.

Kathy felt his hand on her leg stirring. His fingers flexed a little and then he began to stroke, slowly. She shivered. Her thighs parted a little and his fingertips paused as he felt the movement and realized that it was an invitation. His breath was ragged against the girl's flushed cheek.

"Mmmm." Kathy sighed as his fingers resumed their movement. Little tremors ran through her young body as his fingertips stroked to and fro over her sensitive skin. The crotch of her panties was damp and hot from the reaction of her cunt. She squirmed slightly unable to remain still with the sensations that saturated her. Her damp crotch pressed harder against the hard bulge in his lap.

"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped.

A deep gnawing hunger spread through her young body, driving her inhibitions to the lost cower of her mind. Her hips flexed and squirmed on his lap, her damp little pussy rubbing over his cock. Her thighs opened wider. His fingertips slipped down to the inside surfaces and stroked.

"Kathy," he gasped. "What are we doing?"

"I don't care, Daddy, just don't stop! It feels so good!" Her voice was a raspy whisper.

Each caress of his fingers sent a shiver through the girl. She whimpered softly and ground her teeth against the intense sensations. His fingers continued to stroke, hovering inches from her burning little slit.

"Oooo, Daddy! Touch it!" she pleaded.

His fingers slid up to the slippery nylon that covered her crotch, his mind lost in the trance of lust. Kathy sighed hoarsely and jerked as he touched her cloth-covered pussy. The large blunt end of his finger scraped across the tender lips and brushed the tiny knob of her clit. The girl arched and groaned. A shudder ran through her.

"Ooooo, yes!" she hissed.

Martin struggled to regain his senses. The battle was lost before it began. The damp heat of her crotch under his fingers and the reactions that he was drawing from her overpowered his mind's objections and stirred his own lust to a fever pitch. He dug at her slit, his finger probing and pushing in the slippery nylon.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, Daddy!" she squeaked. Her small body arched and stiffened and blinding pleasure smashed through her. She knew in the vagueness of her mind that she was coming but it had never been that good before. She thrashed and bounced on his lap as wave after shattering wave pulsed through her.

Gasping, she settled slowly back to his lap. She shivered a little and became still. His finger lay pressed against her panties, unmoving. She stirred and kissed his cheek and then his lips. Her little tongue flicked across his lips hot and wet.

"That was the most fantastic thing I have ever felt!" she whispered.

"I'm glad it felt good." His voice was strained.

For a moment, Kathy was at a loss as to what to do next. Then she felt the throb of the hard cock under her ass and she knew.

"Poor Daddy!" she crooned. "It's all swollen and throbbing and needing relief."

Before he could reply or object, she had slid off his lap and knelt beside him. Her small hands stroked the bulge in his slacks, her eyes fixed on it. Martin gritted his teeth and fought the dark urges that were bubbling up in his brain.

"Sooo big!" Kathy cooed. Her fingers closed around it, squeezing and caressing.

"Kathy!" he wheezed. She ignored him. Her small fingers tugged at his zipper and opened his fly. Entranced, she reached inside and grasped the hard rod, of flesh.

"Ooooo," she crooned, extracting it. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips.

Kathy was fascinated with the huge cock. Her eyes scanned every inch, hypnotized. She scanned the large dark head, glistening with its oils. Her fingers lightly traced its bullet shape and the ridge. She caressed the shaft and squeezed it in her two hands, her fingers overlapping slightly.

"It's so pretty!" she whispered. "And so hot!"

"Oh, Kathy, don't!" Martin groaned.

"Oh, Daddy, I love your cock!" she rasped. Her soft lips pressed to the throbbing head. Martin flinched and felt the last threads or control slip from his mind.

"Sooo hot!" the girl mumbled against the satiny flesh. Her tongue flicked across it, her hot breath playing over it.

"Unnnnn!" Martin groaned as she licked it again and again.

"It's much too big for my pussy," Kathy admitted, disappointment showing in her voice.

"But maybe not for my mouth!"

He watched in a daze as she stretched her mouth over the bulbous head and engulfed it. His eyes snapped shut and he shuddered with the intense sensations that roared through him.

Kathy laved his cockhead with her tongue, savoring the man taste. Her lips squeezed and milked at it.

"It almost fits!" she said, pulling back from it for a moment. "Fuck my mouth, Daddy! Fuck it until you come!" she begged with her voice.

Before he could react, her mouth closed around his cockhead, again. Soft wet sounds reached his ear as he felt the small orifice caressing and stroking his cock. The wet heat of her mouth and tongue was driving him nearer and nearer his climax.

Kathy squirmed and wiggled on her knees as her lust roared to full flame. Her little pussy throbbed and seeped her dew. She reached between her thighs and tugged her panties aside, thrusting her fingers into the drooling little slit. She found her clit and flicked it with her fingertip, stirring herself to the point of no return.