Kathy Andrews - Camping with mom

Placing the bottle of baby oil on the floor of the tent, he leaned over and kissed every inch of those two silky demi-globes of flesh. She came alive with a glow. She sighed appreciatively, purring and cooing as his lips tenderly worked their way over the sleek curves of her rump. Then as something extra, he lightly ran his tongue down the dark crease separating those two shapely cushions.

"Ohhhhh!" She wiggled a bit, gooseflesh rippling along her spine. "It feels so wicked… so deliciously wicked!"

It did too, and he realized that, having had more than one woman's tongue licking around on his anus. There seemed like there were a million and one spots on a woman's body that created those marvelous sensual sensations that warmed her and prepared her for a man. No, did more than prepare her, made her want to feel a man within her body. All it took was a little time to locate them, then give them the attention they deserved. The rewards of such loving care were a sexually gratified woman, something every man wanted in his bed.

After his kissing session, he just stood there behind his kneeling daughter. His hands roved over the ripe cushions of her bottom. He caressed them tenderly, lovingly. Despite her eagerness for his prick to be embedded in her anus, he knew she was nervous and even a bit frightened. No matter how willing a woman is to have a man, being a virgin – either fore or aft – is still being a virgin. And that means fear of the unknown, a fear that can only be conquered with tenderness. Even a small prick can look like a monstrous ramrod when it's about to enter virgin territory. And it's the man's job to see that when it does slide in where no man has gone before, it brings pleasure, not pain. He was making sure of that right now.

Firmly taking hold of her asscheeks, he eased them apart. And as he had done with Karen, he leaned forward and kissed the puckered ring of his daughter's anus. She moaned with the tantalizing sensations he sent through her. The tight mouth of her asshole only tightened harder. It was to be expected. The thought of him probing her ass was exciting as hell, but again the fear of the unknown was at work.

"Relax," he said, his voice filled with gentleness. "We'll take all the time you want. Just think, relax. Anytime you want to stop, I'll stop. I don't want to hurt you. Just relax and think about relaxing every muscle in your body."

Her head nodded. "It feels good. I'm just a bit frightened, I guess. It's like the first time all over again."

"Relax," he repeated. "Relax."

Then he went back to his licking. Moistly, his tongue washed over the hardened nodes of her asshole. He bathed them, creating all sorts of fantastic thrills for her, but at the same time always comforting her, helping her to relax, helping her to prepare her body for him, and for her.

He kissed and licked and licked and kissed. He accustomed her to the feel of his mouth and tongue. It was a new sensation for her. It was a sexy one so he took his time. Then when he felt that taut ring relax, he used the tip of his tongue to enter her backside.

There is no way a tongue, or even a finger, can be compared to the size of a rigidly-swollen cock, but it's a beginning. Inward he worked and she relaxed even more, allowing the saliva-wet probe of his oral digit to drill into her bowels. Then he licked and laved some more, slickening that tiny little entrance, wetting the smooth channel of her rectum for what would come next.

And that was his finger. While he continued his kissing and licking, he reached down and found the bottle of oil. After fumbling with the cap and succeeding in removing it, he wetted the tip of his index finger, then brought it to her ass. Sliding his tongue from her anus, he used that finger to slick the mouth of her asshole. He played around long enough to make sure she knew what to expect next. Then he wetted another finger and brought it to her anus.

"Relax," he whispered again. "I'm going to slide my finger into you."

She nodded. And he did. Gently, he pushed his fingertip into the slackened little hole. Immediately she tightened. The strong ring of muscle squeezed down on the digit invading her bowels, but he expected this. He just stood there until she relaxed again, then pushed further in, coating the channel of her bowels with the slippery oil. Again and again he repeated the process, each time giving his finger another coating of baby oil. He worked deeper into her, one knuckle, two knuckles, then three knuckles deep.

"It's wonderful," she moaned, as his finger gently slid in and out of her ass. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. But I want you. I want you inside me there."

That was what he was waiting for his daughter to say. Easing his embedded digit from her anus, he stood on his knees behind her and pulled her asscheeks farther apart. The slick ring of her asshole was visible at the bottom of that deep valley of flesh. He moved forward, pressing the head of his cock against the tiny mouth and stood there awhile, letting her get used to the prospect of taking him into her body from the rear.

"Remember," he said. "Anytime you want to stop, I'll stop. It's up to you. I won't be disappointed or hurt. This is your first time, it might not be the right time."

"No," she shook her head. "I want you. I know we can do it. Just go slow with me."

He had no intention of doing anything else.

"Relax, and I'll do the rest."

With that he began to push forward with his loins, not hard or with a sudden jabbing thrust, but with slow, steadily-increasing pressure. She tightened again as he knew she would, but he waited patiently, allowing her to relax her body once again.

Eventually, the taut nodes of her anus softened and flattened. The fat crown of his cock vanished into the slackened hole of her ass.

Tight! She clamped down in nervous reaction. She squeezed him hard and long. It was marvelous. The tightness of a woman's rectum is fantastic, well worth the time taken to prepare it properly. And when she relaxed again, she was ready for him. She opened up and he slowly sank into that smooth, hot, round hole that seemed to be made just to take a man's prick.

"I feel you!" his daughter cried out in joy. "I can really feel you, every beautiful inch of you!"

He knew she could. He was packed into her rectum, straining the tunnel of her backside. He throbbed and pulsed. And she was receiving every little jerk of a man's sex like she had never received it before. For moments, he just stood there, letting her get the feel of him, letting her savor their cock-to-ass union.

Then he moved. Again there was nothing rushed or hurried about his movements. The anal channel of a woman is a delicate thing, something that can be torn or ripped if a man isn't gentle. And he was gentle. He moved in and out of her with deliberate languor. There was no need to slam and pound for either of them. For her, it was an exciting experience. For him there was the volcanic heat of her ass and that fantastic tightness.

So, slowly he eased into the depths of her asshole, then slowly withdrew. Again and again, he stroked into her upturned bottom. He knew she felt him, the thick, pulsing knob of his glans burrowing into her virgin depths, opening the channel of her back. And he damn well felt her. His balls were boiling with the excitement of that moment.

Their passion mounted, but he controlled himself. It was like a slow torture for him and her both. They both wanted it hard and fast, but he kept to his slow, steady reaming of her rectum.

And in the end, the results were much more fantastic. She came, quaking and shuddering and crying out with ardent pleasure. And he held back that burning flood until the last possible moment. Then he blasted into her virgin ass, coating and soaking the tight hole of his daughter's ass with her father's seed.