Kathy Andrews - Camping with mom

"Sometimes a man can give a woman pleasure just by doing this." His hand kneaded her fleece-covered mound. His fingers paid particular attention to the area near the top of her pussy lips. He worked his fingers around with extra vigor there, knowing that at least a fourth of the grinding pressure was being transmitted to that fantastically sensitive part of a woman's body – her clit.

Shudders of delight quaked through the girl half-sitting, half-lying beside him. She fought to keep her eyes open, but the thrilling sensations were too much for her. Her eyelids leadened with lust and closed. Her wide, sensual mouth opened, the pinkness of her tongue flicking behind it.

"And, if a man really wants to show a woman what he can do with his hands, there's always this," he said.

Abruptly, his fingers stopped the persistent massage. In the next second he had sent a probing digit up the dampened hole of her sweet young pussy, while another finger ran up the lips of her cunt, finding her clit.

Sheer sexual energy jolted through the brunette. She cried aloud as he unlocked the lust of her body.

"And this."

His unoccupied hand slid over the smoothness of her haunches and delved into the deep crease separating those two delightful eggshell-white ovals. Again the young girl was jolted by the surprise of his touch. His fingertip now tickled at her tight little asshole.

"And if he adds his mouth…"

He leaned forward, his mouth opening wide. He homed in on one of her creamy looking, cone-shaped tits. His lips eased atop the delectable mound. Simultaneously, his teeth nibbled, his tongue licked and he sucked deeply.

The girl was one bundle of explosively charged, lust-laden nerves. She was doing her damnedest to support herself on one elbow. But eventually the fantastic and varied sensations he was creating in her body were just too much. Her arm shook, trembled and collapsed. She wrenched her breasts from his lips with a loud wet pop. And at the same time, she impaled herself on his finger as she laid on her back.

He didn't mind the sudden interruption in his demonstration of tit sucking. For at that moment, he had another use for his mouth.

"And, if a man wants to really show a woman how he can use his mouth," he said with a slight pause for her to wonder about what was coming next, "he can always do this."

At the same time, he slithered his finger from the teenager's juicy pussy and leaned forward planting a loud, wetly-smacking kiss on the most intimate part of her alluring young body. The results were explosive. Her hands reached out and clasped the back of his head, pushing him down to her cunt.

Willingly he accepted the task she had given him. His tongue lashed out like a moist whip and licked up and down the pink cleft of her eager loins. Meanwhile he continued to apply the even rubbing pressure on her clit with that polite fingertip with which he had first located her button of ecstasy.

Finger screwing the tiny mouth of her anus, tongue lapping the juicy channel of her cunt and finger toying with her clit, he brought her to a quick and strong climax. She rocked and moaned as the combination of pleasures he generated blasted her into the sweet oblivion of sexual release.

With a tonguing kiss to her trembling pussy lips, Jason carefully extracted his fingers from the various orifices of her satisfied body.

Then he turned his full attention to the young strawberry blonde still busily fondling his prick – his daughter!

"Yesterday, you were on top," he said, watching her hands tenderly stroke his shaft. "Today, I want you on your back."

With a final parting squeeze of delight to his rigid rod, the girl complied with alacrity. She scrambled back a bit, then stretched out in that age-old position.

His loins lurched. Beautiful! His daughter was simply beautiful. Her body was seduction in itself. Lithe and trim, she lay there waiting for him. Her firm, young breasts were like shimmering domes, satin-covered pillows. The coral-blushed nipples on each of those tempting mounds were stiff and erect like delectable little mushrooms.

Her legs opened, spreading slowly. The damp slit of her sex was quivering with anticipation of his entry. An entry he delayed no further.

Moving toward her, he lowered himself atop the luxury of her young body. Immediately, her arms were around his neck and her mouth on his, tongue probing and twisting with ardent fervor. Her back arched. The excited buttons of her nipples stabbed at his chest as if they were trying to dig into his skin.

He reached between her hot loins. The throbbing shaft of his sex in hand, he maneuvered its bulb-like crown to the waiting gash of her pussy. He felt her quivering arousal tremble through her supine body at the mere touch of his turgid shaft. He paused there a moment, then eased his hips down, sinking into the enfolding channel of her belly.

Tight and hot, she accepted him. Her vaginal muscles, like velvet-covered steel, clamped down covetously. She squeezed him, making herself even tighter, molding the spongy folds of her hungry cunt around the swollen contours of his cock. The sensation was fantastic, just lying there soaking in the warmth of her young and willing body.

But she was eager and ready. Her hips began to undulate beneath him. Quick, teasing gyrations that told him what she wanted and how urgently she needed it.

He gave it to her.

Hard and driving, his pelvis answered her desire. In a steady, deep-grinding rhythm, he pumped in and out of her cunt. She moaned gratefully, her own body hunching to meet each plummeting thrust of his body.

While her hands roved over his back, his own hands turned to her tits. Wedging palms between their tightly-pressed bodies, his fingertips brushed against the pancaking outer bulges of his daughter's breasts. Lovingly he fondled the white flesh, delighting in the marvelous feel of her, so smooth, so soft, so young.

Inwardly his fingers wiggled. He now covered the two plentiful mounds of her tits. His palms pushed down, trying to flatten the tempting cushions against her chest. He was firm, not rough or brutal. The girl beneath him responded with an appreciative sigh.

The task was impossible, but he tried anyway, lost in the sensual luxury of her nymph-like tits. His fingers scissored around the taut, budding nipples. He tweaked, not pinched, those rubbery tips, enjoying the firm insistence of their arousal.

Then he rolled the twin cushions of flesh. He kneaded into them like balls of dough. He occupied his attention with her tits to stop from thinking of the ball-aching tightness of her pussy. That way he could prolong his ride atop this lusty, willing girl – his daughter!

His breast-fondling also brought about the wanted reaction from the strawberry blonde. Her desire-flaming body writhed sensually under him. She bucked and twisted. She grunted and hunched, fucking with unabandoned vigor. Her head rolled back and forth on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and her mouth parted in a continuous moan.

Recognizing the height of his daughter's passion, he relinquished the hold he had on one of her tits and slid his palm down over the sleek flatness of her belly. His fingers wove through the auburn moss of her pubic muff. At last, he dipped a fingertip into the wet groove of her cleft.

There was no difficulty in locating that pea-sized nubbin of joy. Again firmly, but not roughly, he rubbed her clit. In a steady rolling motion, he massaged the tiny pressure point. His inquisitive finger-tips circled and fondled. He stroked and toyed at it. He made love to it, giving her clit all the careful, tender consideration it needed – she needed.

The sought-after results came. Her body trembled and quaked. She whimpered, the pitch of her voice growing higher and higher with the delights of her near release. Then she groaned. Her whole body bucked, wrenching upward. She came, clinging to him in her moment of ultimate ecstasy.