Tim Peterson: First time for daughter

Looking back, Lisa almost cringed when she thought about how naive she had been. And how timid, and not to mention just plain sappy. And confused.

While still a virgin, she'd wanted her first fuck to be with a guy she was in love with. That was the only proper way for a girl to go, surely. Find someone who would take care of her, and not blab it all over how easy she was or anything like that.

She didn't know yet that fucking was something that could be enjoyed purely on it's own, without all that emotional bag and baggage. At the time, all she knew was that she wanted to find the right someone. Rather, she wanted that someone to find her. She was too bashful and inexperienced to do much seeking, herself.

Often curiosity, a simple need to find out, would threaten to get the better of her, and tempt her to venture beyond what books could tell her, or what she could learn from girl's washroom conversations. But without experience, and with such high standards, who could she turn to? Finally she'd begun to think she would never get fucked.

Then came the summer when Mom and Dad packed her and brother Buddy into the station wagon and all four of them headed up-state for a month-long vacation. It was to be spent on a farm, or rather what had been one until it had been taken over by an artist friend of her father's.

Lisa welcomed the change. It would give her time and peace and quiet in which to think, maybe sort some things out.

On her first night there, she was overtaken by a strange kind of restlessness. At first she attributed it to being in a strange bed, a new environment, all of that. But that notion quickly passed.

There were no boys. There would be a whole month without them. The forty-acre property was pretty isolated, ten miles from the nearest small town. Who knew where the nearest neighbors were? And what did country bumpkin know, anyway?

No boys.

Not that she would definitely have done anything had there been a selection to choose from, but it was nice to just look at them when she wanted.

One day, soon after arriving, she drifted out of the house into the yard. It was surrounded by a grove of trees, cut on one side by the lane leading in from the highway and on another side by a lesser road leading off to the fields. Anxious for a change of scenery, Lisa set off along the latter, passing by the small barn that had been converted to a studio by the absent artist.

Before getting through the grove of trees, which grew more plentifully along this road, she encountered a fairly well-worn pathway leading into the trees. Glad to have something to explore, she followed it.

Shortly, she neared a clearing, no more than five yards away. It was a spot from which a single, broad tree might have been plucked, the ground flat and covered with tall grass. Between two tree trunks, Lisa saw her mother standing in the clearing.

Beth was a lovely brunette, short-haired, in her late thirties. She was wearing a flowery summer dress, holding herself erect and poised as she looked down. At what, Lisa couldn't tell, as a clump of shrubbery blocked her view.

Abruptly, Beth lowered onto her knees, almost sinking from view.

Instantly curious, Lisa ventured forward, moving off the path as it cut away form this little oasis of sunlight in the cool shade of the woods.

As Lisa went closer, she saw her father's back rise into view. He was kissing his way up from between Beth's tits onto the side of her neck, finally claiming her mouth in a soulful kiss.

Lisa stopped, ducking silently behind a thick barked tree trunk. Her breath had fairly caught in her throat. She'd seen her parents smooching before, a thousand times, but it had never been anything like this. This kiss had passion in it.

Now Beth was responding, kissing Matt back. Their mouths were open. Tongues were showing as they fucked in and out and against each other.

Lisa had never seen anything like it, especially from her own parents. Lisa stared, captivated, entranced. For the moment, it didn't occur to her that she might be doing something that maybe she shouldn't.

Then, either Beth sank backwards on her own or Matt went forward to ease her down onto the grassy ground. Whatever, they both dis appeared from view behind the shrubbery.

Lisa bit on her bottom lip, considering her next move. It wasn't hard for her to figure out where things were heading for Mom and Dad. It was harder to imagine it, though, to picture it in her mind. Fucking was still this great mystery to her… she had to look.

Easing to her left, she found a break in the low shrubs and eased up to it. She was alive with curiosity. She'd never seen two people actually fucking before, and she was so keen to that she had already forgotten that these two were her parents.

The young, fresh-faced blonde crouched and leaned into the narrow opening. There was only the slightest chance of her being discovered, and still she could see everything.

Matt and Beth were continuing with their provocative smooching. They rolled to one side, putting Beth on top, then Matt reassumed the dominant position. Drawing his knees up between her legs, he caused her thighs to tilt and separate. Beth's hem tumbled up onto her hips, exposing her panty-covered crotch. Still fully dressed himself, Matt lowered his cock-bulge onto her crotch and ground against her there, crouched low over her.

Lisa felt perverse stirrings inside as she wondered what that must feel like. Not a totally inexperienced kid, she had finger-fucked herself, rubbed her pussy with various objects, but to have someone else do it for you… wow!

Beth was loving it, squirming her pussy at him. They kept on kissing, Lisa noticed, and she ached for some of that, too.

Lisa's sense of anticipation deepened as she saw her mother begin to undo, the buttons of her father's shirt. At the same time, he was loosening Beth's dress, slowly pulling it open.

Beth's tits, with the approximate dimensions of grapefruits and a creamy shade of white, were encased in a lacy bra that came open in front with a magical flick of Matt's fingers. The cupping fabric slid off to either side, and he raised up to look down at her tits.

Beth peeled his shirt off and stretched both arms over her head, bunching up her tits, lifting them in unabashed offering. Of more interest to Lisa was the sight of her father's hand gliding up onto the twin rises of tit-meat to explore and squeeze and tease.

Beth's face became alluringly flushed and she squirmed under Matt. She curled her fingers into his hair and drew him down into the feast of her tits and, watching intently, Lisa felt her first pang of envy.

Against the material of her top, Lisa's own sizable tits were coming alive with a terrible sensitivity. They wanted squeezes too, and all those good and sexy things that Matt was dishing out. Lisa had never felt anything quite like it before. Not this deeply, anyway. Now that she could see what she was missing out on, her needs came into sharper focus and were harder to ignore.

With Matt biting into her tit-flesh with his lips, Beth let her open hands play out onto his shoulders and back. His muscles showed. He was in good shape, and handsome as anything to begin with. Lisa could understand from that alone why Beth would enjoy touching him.

Also, Matt was taking a long time with Beth, finding his pleasure in pleasing her, turning her on, making her hot and horny, all of it. He was sensuous and beautiful, and in those moments Lisa wished he wasn't her father, so she could have him for herself.

Lisa's insides tightened as Beth reached down and opened Matt's pants. Her heart pulsed heavier as she witnessed his clothing being pushed from his hips. Then it seemed to skip a beat and she flushed all over as his hard cock swung down into view.