Tim Peterson: First time for daughter

Approaching the bed, she opened her robe and let it fall open, then drop from her shoulders. Moving up alongside it, within arms reach of her uncle and feeling very daring indeed, she lifted off her nightie and stood naked before him in the lamp light.

"You're sure, aren't you," he observed.

"Slide over. Give a girl some room."

He reached for her, caught her young body, pulled her forward as he rolled and brought her down on her back on the bed. The blanket slid down off his hips and she saw that he was naked.

"I'll give you everything you need," he said to her. "Everything. Especially things you've never thought of."

And then his mouth was on her tits, all over them with seductive kisses and surprisingly delicate licks. He pressed into the resilience of her freshly sprouted mounds of tit-flesh and sucked sweetly on her burning nipples.

Deep down, she had her doubts. Now they were simply swept away. Uncle Dan wasn't hurrying her along, or forcing the issue. He was luring her, seducing her as she wanted to be seduced. If anyone was over-eager, it was Beth.

"Are you gonna fuck me tonight?" she asked, almost breathlessly.

"Yes," Uncle Dan said and, as if to assure her, further, he slid an open hand down the front of her body.

She raised her knees and draped a leg over his legs, and felt his strong, thick middle finger slide down onto the parted folds of her pussy. She shook hotly as he resumed mouthing her tits and began rubbing her cunt-slit with his finger. The tip kept nudging inward, exciting her further. It kept fucking in, with an ease that surprised her.

"Will your cock slide in like that?" she asked. "It sure will."

"How hard is it? Lemme see!" Uncle Dan shifted the blanket completely off his lower body as Beth squirmed onto her side for a good look at his man-sized prick.

"It's so big!" she gasped. "Are you sure I can take that in my little pussy?"

He showed her a kind smile. "It'll fit so good you won't want to give it up."

She gave a giddy sort of giggle in answer to that. She trusted him completely. "I can't wait."

"You should be a little wetter – this time."

"Whatever you say," she said eagerly, opening her legs and beginning to rub a stimulating hand over the tumid folds of her pussy.

"Let me help," Uncle Dan said, breezing a hand up her thigh.

He curled three fingers back and left the middle one straight, and he slid it into her cuntal grasp. Beth's fingertips swirled into the area of her sweetly stinging clit, whipping her clit into a tizzy of arousal.

Her eyes were on Uncle Dan's hard-on. His cock still seemed awfully big, but the longer she stared the more comfortable she was with it. His finger was screamingly good, and his prick would just have to be better.

"Oooohhhh, ooohhhh!" she gasped. "I'm getting so excited! Please fuck me now!"

Uncle Dan chuckled indulgently. "Eager little bunny."

He rolled up onto his knees and positioned himself between her parted legs. The sight of his fierce-looking prick angled out from his crotch brought a catch to her throat. Could she really take all that cock-meat?

She could. Uncle Dan showed her that, patiently and caringly, and excitingly.

And he'd been right. She didn't want to give his cock up. Not even after he had fucked them both to juicy climaxes.

He'd been wonderful. And the next time around, when she let him have his way, he was even better.

She realized now that Matt reminded her of her Uncle Dan. She supposed that was one of the reasons she loved him. And the more she thought about it, the more alike they seemed. That was why she was as sure about turning Matt over to Lisa for her first fuck. She needed a man who could keep his head while she was losing hers. Uncle Dan had been that for Beth, and Matt would be that for Lisa.

The only trouble was, she didn't know yet whether or not Matt would go ahead with what both females wanted.

Going to bed that night, Beth wanted to ask him about it, but he was showing signs of still thinking it over.

Then, as she was about to drift off to sleep, he said: "You really wouldn't see any harm in it?"

"No, darling. I trust you both."

"How do we keep Buddy from finding out – if anything happens to begin with?"

"Buddy's too wrapped up in his science fiction books to notice an earthquake."

"I wouldn't want him around."

"I'll see what I can do. Maybe we can go horseback riding."

"Did you really fuck your uncle?"

"Did I!"

"Anything else you haven't told me?" She shifted closer, showing a sweetly enigmatic smile. "All sorts of things," she said, and she kissed him good night.

"Oh Daddy," Lisa sighed as she hugged herself to Matt. They had just turned off the farm road onto the path that had led Lisa to discovery of her fucking parents a few days before. "I'm so glad you're doing this for me."

"Well, if you can't trust your old man, who can you trust?"

"Thanks you for trusting me, too."

"You?"

"Sure. To know what's best for me."

"You are grown-up, after all. A little wild, though."

"You're kind of wild yourself, Dad."

They were approaching the clearing where she had seen Matt and Beth fucking together. He knew what she meant.

"You're naughty, too," he answered.

"I don't hear you complaining."

"Where are you taking me, exactly?" her father asked.

"To our place."

"Sounds kind of romantic. You're not getting hung up on me, are you?"

"Relax. I don't want to give Mom any competition. But just because all we're going to do is fuck doesn't mean it can't be nice, does it?"

"No, honey, I guess it doesn't." He slid an arm about her slender waist and they walked on.

Lisa could hardly believe it was going to happen. Either her proposition had made more sense to him than she'd thought or, well, she didn't know what. He had come around to her way of thinking and that was the most important thing.

She led Matt to another of those grassy patches in that particular wooded area. This one was set close by a narrow, trickling stream. Surrounded by woods, the air rifled with a sweet, coniferous pungency and bright sunshine, they were completely alone and seemingly in their own little world.

Lisa led her father into the clearing, then stood facing him, holding his, hands in hers. She eased closer, looking up at him. The firm points of her tits nudged the front of his body. In keen anticipation, she was biting on her bottom lip, suppressing a giddy sort of grin at the same time.

"Will you let me do what I want?" she asked. "Touch you, look at you, lick you if I feel like it?"

"Sure. This is your day. Make the most of it."

"Will you do things to me? Will you lick my pussy? Will you make me come?"

Matt swallowed, but his gaze did not waver. "Yes baby, anything you want."

"Gee," she said lightly, "I hope you don't spoil me far other guys."

She leaned in farther then and touched her lips to Matt's. A sudden new feeling of aliveness rushed from the point of contact down through her system, and when Matt kissed her back the sensations doubled.

Somewhere along the line, she had stopped thinking of him as her father. He was simply a man – a handsome, charming, big-cocked man – who was doing her a favor. Her curiosity was such that much of who he was to her was blacked out.

That he was no longer acting like her father no doubt helped. It also made her wonder, if only in the back of her mind. The other day he'd been dead set against her idea. Now he was carrying on pretty much as if this were an everyday occurrence between fathers and daughters. Why the change? Intriguing.

But right now there were more important things to concentrate on. Like this kiss. Like the knowing embrace of his strong arms. Like the close presence of his masculine form. It was all so new. And wonderful.