Tim Peterson: First time for daughter

"Yes."

"Save it."

They had come up to a broad, leafy tree, just off the trail. It tempted passers-by to step into the shade out of the hot sun, and Matt and Beth did just that.

Beth turned to her husband and leaned over her body into his. She planted a juicy kiss on his lips and felt him reciprocate, then deepen the contact in a wanting way. His hands slid down onto the sumptuous buns of her ass.

"I love your butt," he murmured to her, flexing both hands on her ass-cheeks.

In a playful mood, Beth groped his asscheeks. "I love your butt," she said.

Matt pulled her closer. His cock was up between their bodies, its heat radiating through their clothes. He moved his hips from side to side, teasing her with the grinding motions.

"I think you're getting an idea," she glinted. "Nothing fancy," he answered. He then took her hands and lifted them to a branch overhead. "You're a prisoner of my lust."

"I'll play," Beth smiled, welcoming the touch of fantasy. They both enjoyed making things run for each other. This was one way.

Matt slowly unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it partway open. He shifted around behind her, holding himself close. He forced his hard-on downward and placed it in the cleft of her ass, as outlined by her shorts.

Then his hands returned to her shirt. He peeled it around behind Beth, re-fastening one of the buttons at the small of her back to keep the shirt from falling back into place. Her hands were supposed to be tied to the overhead limb, so lifting the shirt off would have broken the spell of the fantasy.

Standing close, Matt let his hands ease around to the front of her body. Rising slowly, they eventually cradled the out-thrust mounds of her tits. He brought thumb and forefinger together on each nipple and pinched firmly, rolled the responsive nipples this way and that.

"Hot little wench, aren't you?" he commented slyly. "Look how stiff they're getting."

Beth offered no reply, perfectly content to let Matt have his wicked way with her.

She wondered briefly what was on his mind. He'd become distant yesterday, for no apparent reason. He didn't seem terribly troubled though, so she didn't feel too bad about having him wait.

She loved fucking and sucking and all of it so much. Too much, she sometimes thought. She knew she was lucky as hell to have a man who could take care of all of her needs. Most of them, anyway. He couldn't be around twenty-four hours a day, after all. But she didn't mind a little finger-fucking to tide herself over until his return.

She loved him. And he loved her too, she could tell. And it was truly grand to have all this time together. It was like a second honeymoon.

She could even go back farther than that. To that couple of summer weeks when she and her parents had gone to visit mother's brother at his ranch. What a time that had been. Of course, she'd never talked about it. Especially not to Matt. He was a pretty open-minded guy and everything, but some secrets were just made to be kept.

Beth inhaled deeply against the rising tide of stimulation that stemmed from her husband's caresses, and from the closeness of his body, and from the virile press of that cock-shaft nestled in the nook of her ass-cheeks. Nineteen years of marriage, and the magic was still there.

"Stiff tits like that," he murmured against her ear. "I'll just bet your pussy's gone all wet and hot."

"Yes," she said in a whisper.

He gave her ass-cheek a not-too-playful slap.

"Yes!" she said again, louder.

His hands lowered to the slenderness of her waist, went round to the front of her shorts, opened them, pushed them from her hips. They dropped about her ankles in a cloth puddle.

His cock-heat was five times more apparent with only her see-through panties to block it out. And his knowing fingers were directly on her skin as he lowered one hand under her panties and pushed down to cup her pussy-mound.

"Oh yeah, baby, you are hot. They don't get much hotter than this."

Beth began pressing back against him with her ass, grinding from side to side. She had a smile on her face as he worked his fingers to and fro on her excited cunt-lips.

Matt curled a finger and slowly teased it into Beth's fuck-hole. He applied swirling motions, pulled out, pushed in deeper with more saucy twirls of his digit. For a moment, he held deep inside, then gradually retreated.

He lifted the pussy-moistened finger to Beth's lips and watched her treat herself to a lick. He wiped it with his own tongue, then returned his finger to her mouth. She sucked down on it with a warm appreciation.

"Tasty," Matt said. "You're getting sweeter."

"I'm getting hotter, too."

Matt lowered his hands along her body again and hooked his thumbs under the hip-strands of her undies. He worked the flimsy garment down off her hips and stroked his hard-on down and underneath her ass and crotch, bending at the knees to get it done.

"Is that doing it to you?" he asked.

"You know it is. You know what your cock does to me."

He reached up and pulled her clenching hands from the tree branch, effectively freeing her. "Show me," he said to her.

"I'll show you, all right," Beth breathed in a thickening tone. She twisted around as she lowered, coming to rest on her knees in front of him, facing his cock. She paused, looking up at him.

"Now you're my prisoner," she said.

His hands went up to the limb and he half hung from it, grinning down at her. "I'm at your mercy."

Beth's eyes lowered to the length of prickmeat angled up out of the opening in Matt's shorts. At that stage of the game his prick didn't need any hand-holding for support, so Beth let her hands linger on his bare upper thighs, squeezing into the hard muscles there.

Briefly, she looked at his hard-on. She was simply admiring his cock, noting how she never seemed to get tired of it in any way. That cock had served her well over the years, and it was so magnificent to begin with that she couldn't help but love it.

Leaning forward, crouched low with ass on heels, head twisting to one side, she touched her softly puckered lips to the underside of the base of his cock. Taking her time, she brushed her loving pucker up to the cock-tip.

Twisting her head to the other side, she touched bottom again and teased her way back up. She found a drop of pre-cum had bother to the tip, and she flicked it off with her tongue.

She continued flicking at Matt's cock with her dainty little pink tongue, fluttering it against the sensitive cock-flesh with feathery softness. She watched his big, hefty cock-shaft jerk about with eager pleasure and almost giggled in girlish delight.

This vacation was rally taking her back. She remembered the first time she had seen, and made, a cock respond like that.

She hadn't thought about that in years…

That first prick had belonged to the uncle she had gone to visit with her parents. Actually, her parents had gone to do the visiting – she had gone along because they thought she was too young to be left alone. Her older sister was off on a camping trip with friends.

Anyway, as soon as her eyes met Uncle Dan's, something had been let loose inside her. Some little demon that made her want to be around Uncle Dan as much as possible, made her lie awake at night wondering about him, made her want to sneak into his room when she heard his shower running.

She finally got her chance one day when her folks were out riding and he came in to shower and change for a meeting in town on some kind of ranch business. She took a long peek, then waited for him to come out of the bathroom. She stretched out on the bed in lounging fashion, clad only in a sundress.

He emerged wearing a towel that threatened to fall to the floor at any second. Her presence surprised him, but he didn't go all uptight or anything, which surprised her. But she was pleased, too.