Tim Peterson: First time for daughter

She tilted her head and let her mouth yield, and she felt the probe of his tongue. She'd been kissed before, but only by guys as inexperienced as her. This was like being taken to the head of the class.

Lisa wrapped both arms about Matt's neck and stood there against him, letting him work his magic. She could sense him savoring her, while offering her something to savor in return.

Then there was something she could feel, apart from the aggressive workings of his tongue and the firmness of his body. It was the rise of his cock against the front of his jeans, against the flimsy material of her shorts. And if there had been any doubts concerning his willingness to go through with this, they were now completely swept away now. He wasn't going to let her down.

The rise of his cock instantly dominated her thoughts. The memory of what it looked like shot through her mind with agitating repetitiveness, inflaming her curiosity and her pussy-flesh simultaneously. She pulled her mouth from Matt's.

"I wanna see you naked," she said, almost breathless.

"Should I help?"

"No," she decided. "I'll handle this myself." It wasn't any great challenge. His T-shirt was quickly dispensed with. Kneeling in the warm, cushioning grass, she helped him out of his shoes and socks in no time. Then she reached for the front of his jeans.

The outline of his cock was showing as a healthy bulge at the crotch. She slid a hand onto it, fingers first, pressed in testingly and felt the hardness.

Lisa practically tore his jeans open and ripped them down off his hips and ass. Her hands swept back up to the waistband of his briefs, gripping it on either side. Not wanting to rush now, she eased his underwear downward, eyes focused on the ever-growing shape of his cock-meat.

His crotch hair spilled out over her retreating hand, and then she was looking at the broad base of his downward-angled cock. Close as she was, his prick appeared immense. Allowing more cock-meat into view, she saw it continue to swell.

Some giddiness returned as she treated herself to the sight of more and more of his prick. She could see his balls now too, and how hairy and cuddlesome they were. But his prick was the center of her attentions. It just seemed to go on and on, almost halfway down his thigh. Amazing. Fascinating.

The widely flared, purple cock-head came into view and popped free of Matt's briefs almost before Lisa was ready for it. His colossal cock swung up and brushed along her cheek, the fiery heat of it taking her by surprise.

She didn't pull away, though. She liked the feel of his smooth cock-flesh, the hotness, the sheer sexiness of it. She nuzzled his prick with her cheek, slowly turning her head and letting her lips move onto the side of the long, pulsing cock-lance.

Lisa's lips parted and she held her father's prick-meat in a kind of kiss. Her tongue was drawn forth and she gave his cock a soft lick. In response, his prick tensed and angled higher, held there firmly at full erection.

Lisa backed off, ass on heels, to stare at the rigid cock-shaft. As she tried to decided on her next move, her hands distractedly pushed down Matt's briefs and jeans. He stepped out of them, and Lisa flinched hotly at the lewd sight of his hard cock wagging back and forth before her young face.

His cock seemed to be tempting her to catch it if she could. She tried, lurching forward with her mouth opening. She got it on the first try, and took the ridge of the cockhead past her ovaled lips.

Her tongue fluttered up against the underside of the cock-tip. Matt's prick tensed in response, and Lisa knew she had learned something. She used her tongue on his prick again to make sure, and thrilled with triumph.

Pulling free, she looked up at her father. "Mind if we get acquainted down here?"

"Wicked little cock-tease," he said, grinning. She smiled, holding her lips against his leaking prick-tip. She used a finger to spread his precum about on his huge cock-head, then leaned in to lick the salty sweetness away.

Lisa closed a hand about the cock-shaft and studied its wild dimensions. She reached underneath to explore his balls and crotch. She tried out a few jerking-off motions to see what he liked. She simply studied his cock.

Meanwhile, her mouth was beginning to water, and the notion of sucking her father off was taking root in her mind. Easing her hand back to hold his balls, Lisa leaned forward and took Matt's prick into her mouth and went down as far as she could.

She heard her father inhale sharply in response, and she pulled off quickly, riding up his cock-length with soft suction. She looked up at him, not knowing whether she should feel concerned or pleased or what.

"I don't think you realize how sexy you are," he murmured fondly.

That made her breathe easier. And feel even naughtier, more daring. "You can come in my mouth if you want."

"Do you want?"

"Yes," she decided. "I'd like that a lot. That is if I can make you hard again later, so we can fuck."

"Aren't you worried about me spoiling you anymore?"

"Uh-uh," she said to that, and promptly took his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth once again.

She entered another getting-acquainted period, finding out just how everything fit and worked and was. The contact seemed to be all Matt needed to stay hard, but soon she was trying to give him more than just that.

Matt of her curiosities satisfied, she was becoming more aware of the excitement surging through her body. Her desire to fuck was shifting into a physical need. But she had promised herself earlier not to rush, not to try to do everything at once, and she would hold to that. Besides, her dad's cock felt too good in her mouth to let go of just yet.

His prick really was a sensitive thing – remarkable, considering how hard it was and how rugged it looked. The softest touch could make his prick stiffen or give an eager jerk. Despite its fierce, red appearance, it was gentle, and liked to be pampered all over.

Finding a mutually pleasing rhythm, Lisa let it take over. She let her hands drift around to the taut buns of his ass and she squeezed into the muscled curves. She held him there, pulling herself onto his extended fucker and pushing off time and time again.

"You learn fast," Matt said to her, his gentle hands stroking affectionately at her soft hair. "You're really getting to me."

"Mmmmmmhhfff," she gasped delicately, wantingly, and began to fairly throw herself at her father's fuck-organ.

"Oh baby!" he enthused. "You are good. I love what you're doing down there. I'm gonna come for you, horny. Are you sure you still want it?"

Lisa worked faster, sucking, slurping, tonguing, her cheeks hollowing out deeply. Her need was reaching into him now, gathering his excitement, rallying it, driving him toward the point of release.

"Yeah baby, yes, all over your mouth, down your throat, on your face, cum everywhere, all the cum you want you're gonna get… oh, now, now!"

Her fingers were tearing at his ass-cheeks, her teeth and suction raking his super hard-on, goading climax out of him and then whipping every spurt of cum he had up out of his balls. His thick gobs of honeyed jizz came to her in torrid gushes, wash after wash of his essence, each cum-jet making her want the next one even more.

When it ended, she didn't want it to end. She wanted more cum, held on for more, and was rewarded with a drop or two. Then his cock was soft, and with her face burrowed into his crotch and hugging arms about his hips, Lisa let up, sucking on his prick now as an act of comfort and appreciation.

Of course, the idea of getting his prick hard again was in her wanton mind. No doubt about that…

About two miles up-stream, Beth and her son, on horseback, were emerging from a wooded area where the trail came onto a sandy stretch of riverbank. It ran along water's edge like a beach and, bathed in sunlight, made an inviting resting place.