Tim Peterson - First time for daughter

How could he keep it up for so long? Lisa had to wonder. His cock seemed sensitive but not too sensitive. There remained a lot of mystery about cocks. She was more curious than ever about them.

At last, the final moments began to happen. Beth was clearly in a state of terrible passion. Head thrown back, wanting cries coming from her throat, heaving, she was into her climax.

Matt's head was pulled back, too. He groaned heavily, his ass continuing to buck with his fuck-strokes, but now with visible effort. His energy was being spent at a terrific rate, and Lisa knew that his orgasm was pounding loose then, too.

They were coming. Together. United. Their mouths sought and found one another and they were even more united. He let her legs go free and Lisa watched Beth wrap them around Matt's waist and hold him close.

Seeing that, Lisa's heart sank. In the back of her mind, she had been flirting with the fantasy of having her father as her lover. But he was obviously Beth's man.

Slipping away from the scene, Lisa didn't see any way for her to change anything…

Lying in bed that night, she thought again of the effect the sight of her naked father had had on her. Not just the sight of him. There was the quality of the man as well, and the lover.

But impossible to have. It always came back to that. Always.

Almost as frustrating was the lasting impact of what she had witnessed that day. She'd been so attentive to all the details, so eager to learn what she could, that much of the eroticism of the scene had been blocked out.

Some had slipped through, like the view of Matt's cock all slicked up with fuck-juice, or Beth in total surrender to their mutual lust. Now those images wouldn't leave her mind, and the excitement they generated drew forth other images. She couldn't fend them off. There was only one way…

She'd watched her parents fuck, but she'd watched in order to learn, not to enjoy herself. It seemed a little dirty to be doing that now, unnatural, wrong even. On the other hand, who was to know? It wasn't hurting anyone either, and surely that was the most important consideration.

Lisa peeled off the covers and wriggled out of the T-shirt-type nightie she wore. Lying on her bed in the moonlight, she stopped fighting the arousal that had been trying to surge through her system and the lurid images that had filled her mind.

She felt herself slowly come alive with carnal excitement. It played up and down her thighs like soft caresses. It teased her pussy until the moistening cunt-walls gave a twitch of response. Her tits tingled, the pulpy capping flesh seeming to come alert. To become even more aroused, all she had to do was think of her mother and father avidly fucking one another in that sunlit clearing.

Her head up on a couple of pillows, Lisa looked down her body and saw how closely she resembled her mother. Her young tits were just as plump, the nipples tilted upward in the same provocative way. The pinched-in waist over generously flared hips were an intriguing match as well, just like the long, exquisitely tapered legs.

Enjoying the favorable comparisons, Lisa touched a hand to each tit-mound and squeezed fondly. She felt the immediate thrills summoned to the surface, and guessed now that she was as responsive as Beth was. She was a woman, she decided. All the more reason to get on to womanly things.

She lifted her knees, drew them back. She took hold of both ankles and slowly pulled them back, her knees coming to her shoulders. She didn't expect it to be too uncomfortable, and it wasn't. It felt sexy as hell, in fact. No wonder Mom was nuts about that position.

Keeping both legs back on their own, she eased her open hands down along the inner curves, past her knees, along the expanding thighs, to the juncture of her crotch.

She idled a fingertip along the folds and furrows of her pussy, up and down by the fuck opening, slowly, lightly. In her mind, it was her father's tongue on her pussy.

Her eyes opened and she went still. Shame had touched her. Just as suddenly, it was gone. The idea of her father licking her pussy was simply irresistible.

Licking her pussy, and more. Rolling her clit under one fingertip for her own wicked amusement, she slowly inserted the middle finger of her other hand into her steamy fuck-hole. Pulling it out, she joined her forefinger with it and inserted both. In her mind at least, Matt was starting to fuck her.

"Please," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Please fuck me with your big, long cock, Daddy. Put your fucker in me as far as you can make it go. I want to feel every bit of cock you've got. In my pussy. In my horny, horny pussy."

The fantasy was truly intoxicating. She was beginning to revel in it, just as her mother had reveled in the reality. There was no shame now. Only desire, and rapture.

She proceeded to indulge herself, feeling more wicked and free than ever before. She fucked her fingers in and out of her horny pussy, working fast for a time, then remembering to slow down, to draw it out. But she was still young, and her patience had its limits, and soon she was finger-fucking herself into a total frenzy.

Stimulation piled onto stimulation and her fever rose accordingly. It broke finally with a furious storm of shooting sensations, her most vivid climax ever.

She came down from her high plateau, legs moving forward, heels digging into the mattress as her knees remained widely spread. She continued working both hands on her spent pussy, drawing out the last tremors of pleasure. To look at her, one might have thought she was waiting for the action to begin.

And in a way, she was.

Lisa had learned a lot today. Most important of all, she had learned that she wanted her father to be her first fuck.

She had to accept it now.

She wasn't in love with him, but what did that matter? She was his daughter, but she was also a woman now, and he was a man. The right man. Knowing, sensuous, virile, handsome, he was the whole package.

Impossible?

A day earlier and there would have been no question. Absolutely impossible. But today, tomorrow, well, she felt it was up to her.

Funny. She used to think she was shy. Timid. Now… maybe all a girl needed to get out of her shell was to want something enough.

And after the macho display Matt had put on that afternoon, wanting him enough was the least of her worries.

"Let's go for a walk," Matt said to his wife, one morning a few days later.

A glint came immediately into her green eyes and she slinked a loving arm about his waist as they moved to the front door. She was in shirt and shorts, like him.

Leaving the kids by the recently installed pool out back, they went off in a direction different from the one they had chosen the other day. There was a riding trail that wound a sometimes shaded, sometimes open way for miles. But they weren't going quite that far.

Strolling arm in arm, Beth opened the front of Matt's pants and slipped her free hand in. She worked his cock out into the open and held it fondly. His big prick grew steadily in her grasp.

"I should have brought you to the country a long time ago," he remarked. "This is the baddest I've seen you."

"Nice to get away from it all. Liberating." They walked on a short way, Matt chewing on his lower lip. Finally he said: "There's something I want to tell you."

"Sounds serious."

"It is."

"Save it for later. Right now all I can concentrate on is getting fucked." She ran her hand along the rigid length of his prick.

"You're incorrigible," he said affectionately. "I'm just mad at you for not taking me out in the rain yesterday and fucking me then."

"I would have. Something came up."

"Something you want to talk about now?"