Ben Valentine: Incest girl

"Well, I was… I was thinking about what my girl friend Heather told me."

"And what was that?" her father asked, his tone low and intimate.

Paula could feel the strong drink loosening her up. But she was quite aware of her father's hand moving from her cheek to caress the softness of her upper arm, then feel its way quite freely along her thigh.

"What did your friend Heather tell you?" Her father's voice was a whisper in her ear, his face so close to him that her golden hair brushed against his cheek.

"Tell me…"

"She said… you can tell how good a lover a man is by how good he kisses."

As her father's hand moved more intimately against her naked thigh and leg, Paula began to feel light-headed.

Can it be possible I'm not just being silly and imagining things? Does my handsome father want to kiss me too? The kind of kiss I'm thinking about?

Taking another gulp of her strong drink, Paula added, "I was just wondering if it's true or not. That was what I was thinking."

Her father's face was very close to hers, his voice a soft whisper, "Surely you know – don't the boys ever kiss you?"

"Oh sure," the aroused Paula paused for a moment, then blurted out, "but I don't mean like that. I mean… there are other kinds of kisses… like the way a guy kisses a girl while she's playing with his… his cock! Heather says that's a great way to kiss and she plays with theft cocks all the time. But I won't go that far with a boy."

There! Now Daddy knows for certain I'm still a virgin!

She felt a thrill of excitement at the way he looked at her – like he wanted to be the first one to get his prick into her little golden haired pussy.

"I know I'm being a baby about it. Heather says I am," Paula confessed. Her words were noticeably slurred, making her aware she was more than slightly intoxicated. "I just don't like any particular boy that well. But there's plenty of them who want to do all kinds of things to me. Tommy Sanders wants to do it to me so bad he can hardly stand it. He's after me all the time. Heather says I'll lose him if I don't put my hand on his cock and play with it. She says I should."

Realizing what she was saying to her father, Paula blushed and looked down at the blanket beneath her in her embarrassed silence.

"Should what, honey?" her father asked softly, reaching once again to turn her flushed face toward him.

"Should… suck his cock! Lick it with my tongue and take it in my mouth. Heather does that to a lot of the boys and she says there's nothing like it." Paula's words were almost a whisper. "But… I don't really know how to go about it."

Suddenly the conversation and the excitement surging through her aroused body was too much for Paula to cope with. Pulling away from her father's caressing hands, she leapt to her feet and dived into the pool.

"Come on in! The water's great!" she shrieked, splashing it up at her surprised father as any child might have done.

Treading water, Paula watched her father removed his loafers and pull off his socks. Then he got to his feet, smiling at her warmly. He pulled off his sport shirt and removed his wrist watch, all the while never taking his eyes off Paula's cavorting figure. He dropped his trousers, and clad only in his skimpy undershorts, he moved toward the pool.

Just before her father leapt into the water, Paula got a good look at the prominent bulge straining against the thin material of his shorts. A new wave of stimulation flowed through her cunt, and she plowed furiously through the water to release the energy burning deep inside her young body.

She heard the splash behind her, then a moment later, her father's strong hands grabbed hold of her kicking feet, forcing her to surface for air directly beside him.

"You swim like a porpoise," he told her. He stood with his feet on the bottom of the pool, the water up to his shoulders. Running his hands along the sculptured length of Paula's legs, he grasped her firm little asscheeks in both hands, pressing her luscious body to him.

Paula gasped, blinking drops of water from her eyes as a hot wave, of desire erupted within her belly. Her body went limp, pliable, and without making any conscious decision, her arms went around her father's neck and she let herself press against his hard muscled body. His cock was pressing against the thin protective strip of her brief bikini bottom so tightly she could feel it pulsating. Instinctively she wriggled her aching pubic mound against it.

God! This can't be real! It's too wonderful to be true! It's… heaven! Oh please, please Daddy, kiss me now!

Her father's wet lips pressed against hers, his eager tongue shoving against her teeth. Paula gasped out in surprise. His tongue plunged into her half open mouth to tease at hers. So exciting was the contact that she hung limply in his strong embrace, supported by her arms around his neck and his hands on the shapely globes of her ass.

Moving to the shallow end of the pool, her father picked her up in his arms and carried her up the steps and out of the water. A moment later he was setting her down on the blanket they had left only moments before.

"Oh Daddy!" she choked out, her brown eyes shining excitedly. "Oh wow… wow."

He reached for her glass that still had a hearty swig in it and handed it to her. "Here, sweetheart. This will relax you." As Paula drained the glass, her father cuddled up close beside her.

His mouth settled on hers again and his arms went around her. His fingers found the strings which tied behind her slender neck to hold up her bikini bra. Casually he untied them and drew the flimsy garment from her tits. Paula's peach-shaped mounds were exposed for her father's eyes to enjoy and his hands to fondle.

While her father's hands lovingly caressed each luscious globe, his lips mashed against hers in a continuation of their kiss.

Paula was in near ecstasy. Compared to the boys who grabbed her tits and gave her rough and inconsiderate kisses, her father's mouth was absolute magic.

As her father's hard muscled loins crushed against her writhing body, his long hard cock rubbed excitingly against Paula's quivering pubic mound. It made her forget everything but the hot sensuality that flowed through her. Who cared that a man who was going to do it to her was her father? Who would know? Even if Mom came back earlier than expected and caught them like this, what did it matter? All that mattered was this delicious heat inside her and the reckless certainty that she was going to discover still more thrilling secrets from her wonderful father.

As his mouth moved from hers and settled onto one of those warm tender tits, Paula could feel herself building up to a marvelous climax. Even in her virgin state she knew a lot about climaxes.

She'd been getting herself off nearly every night before she dropped off to sleep, and sometimes during the day, if there was nobody around to catch her in the act of fingering her pussy. But this was even better. She could tell that already.

Her father's busy mouth and tongue teased her nipples unmercifully. At times she thought her entire tit would be swallowed whole. She moaned incoherently, and her buttocks threshed about on the blanket.

Her first orgasm in her father's hot embrace had her gasping for breath. She was only vaguely aware, as she writhed and twisted, that his mouth had left her titties and was blazing a hot wet trail down her flat firm belly. He paused to dart his tongue into her tiny navel, while his hand tangled in her sparse golden pubic hair as he slipped her wet bikini bottom down past her shapely thighs.

"Oooh… ooohhh… oh Daddy! Ooohhh!" Paula moaned as her father's insistent middle finger slid teasingly along the lewdly exposed slit of her virginal cunt.

"You like that, honey?" her father gasped, his voice shaky with his own lust.