Ken Preston: More than a daughter

I felt him stir in my arms. His eyes flickered and then opened, squinting painfully up at the face peering anxiously into his own. In a few seconds his eyes seemed to clear and he became aware of me anxiously jacking his cock into life. His hips sort of quivered and he sighed, stretching out, half on me and half on the soft rug on the bathroom floor. "I honestly believe I have died and gone straight up to heaven," he murmured. "There's an angel holding me and playing with my cock."

I looked down at my hand snugged around his growing shaft. I was stroking him up and down, very firmly now. There was room on the long length of his dick for another hand the size of mine… with cock left over. I actually blushed, but I didn't stop stroking him. "Roger, I couldn't think of anything else to do to bring you around. You must think I'm just awful…"

He grinned up at me, his hand closing over mine, on his cock. "I think you are simply wonderful, Debby," he said. "I also think it will be quite a while before I really and truly come to. Please don't stop frying to help me back to conscious. It's what I want and need very much, right now."

"After taking a thousand showers, why should I be so clumsy and slip and knock myself out when I had someone as sweet and lovely as you waiting for me? I promise, if you'll shower with me, never to fall again. In the shower, I mean."

My nipples were sticking out so far they looked like little fingers pointing at him, under my blouse. He rubbed his nose, against the one nearest him, and breathed in the scent of a young, hot girl falling in love so fast she didn't even know her legs were numb from being doubled under her, supporting half the weight of a very large boy.

I smiled down at him and bent over and our lips pressed together in a long, long kiss that had me struggling for breath before I was able to force myself to sit up straight again. "Roger, sir," I said very formally, "I believe you are now fully conscious and no longer in need of this emergency treatment." I didn't mean a word of the last part.

He grinned up at me and one of his big, warm hands slid up under my blouse to close over my tingling breast. "You are so wrong, nurse," he sighed. "My case is a desperate one, requiring your personal and very close attention for the next twelve hours, at least. I think I should be place in the intensive care ward, in the room next to this one, and that you should not even think of leaving my side – or of taking your hand away – until I'm completely out of danger."

I hugged him and kissed him again, moving so my nipple found its way into his mouth. "If anyone is in danger, it's your nurse. But if you think intensive care is what is needed, I guess I'm the only nurse available on the staff, at the moment. Let's put your wet body in bed and cover it… with…"

He struggled to his feet, still holding my hand around his throbbing cock, and rubbing his head very gingerly. "The uniform of this day happens to be birthday suits, nurse. Please comply with hospital regulations. Immediately." He grinned at me, weaving around like he had four martini's in his tummy, but his eyes were bright and fastened firmly on my tits, impatiently waiting to be free of my blouse. I raised my anus, encouraging him to undress me, slowly and deliciously. When my blouse came up over my head, he stood staring at my breasts, his cock rigid and pouring out a flood of love juice from its tiny, tight slit. He slowly went down on his knees, tugging at my skirt until it fell down around my ankles.

His face was just inches from my thatch of hair, and coning closer and closer to me every second. I held my breath, waiting for the touch of his tongue on my erect clitty. He pressed his mouth against me, nuzzling gently into the moist warmth between my legs, his tongue searching inside me and making shock waves spread through my shaking body like ripples in a mill pond. I groaned and opened my legs as much as I could without falling, my hips pressing me against his mouth. His tongue sought the opening to my tight hole and slipped inside just the tiniest bit I couldn't stand to stand there any more. I had to tie down, to hold him tight to me, to tell him how much I needed him and wanted him. I turned and led him into the bedroom, never letting go of his hard tool.

When we lay down on the bed, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to open my legs for his mouth to kiss me and part my wet pussy lips, and to take as much of his hardness into my mouth as I could handle. To me, this wasn't just sex. Not just sucking and licking a horny boy. To my surprise, because everything had happened so quickly, I felt I was in love! I sucked his cock with no driving urgency to feel it jerk and throb its load into my mouth. I didn't care if he ever came. My eyes closed and my mind turned partly inward, thinking about how fantastic his tongue felt, roaming around in nay quivering cunt, and how delicious he tasted to me.

When he turned around and gently eased his body up over mine, I reached down to guide him into me with the positive feeling that I had found the lover who was meant to be mine. I felt my eyes fill up. Hot tears ran down my cheeks. He thought he was hurting me, and pulled back to look anxiously down into my eyes. I locked my legs around him, pulling him tightly to me. "Darling, I'm O.K. Just suddenly wiped out by all this love I feel, with you. Don't stop. Let me have all of you. Deep inside. Yes… like that. Oh! Roger. I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world. If you knew how much I need you."

He held me tightly and kissed me into silence, pushing himself into me with a wonderful strength that made me limp, but still heating up inside with a warm glow I had never felt before. My hands stole down to press his hips against me. The pace of our love increased. He stroked into me more and more deeply, filling me to bursting and making my skin ripple with wave after wave of goosebumps. We fucked faster and faster, feeling our nerves demand their release from all the tension of the past hour, when love began to make us starry-eyed, back in the kitchen.

My orgasm made my heels beat on his bed in a wild outburst of passion that made his arms lock me tight to him as he came and came in me, filling my cunt with a bursting, scalding rush that kept me clinging to him like I was drowning in a wild, crashing sea of towering waves that finally tumbled me up onto a warm golden beach, gasping and shuddering my pleasure out loud for him to hear.

He didn't go soft! And I didn't let him slip away from me. After just a minute, his hips began to move against me again. I groaned and locked him tightly to me. Our need was so great we didn't stop making love until we were too exhausted to do anything but lie limply in each other's arms and kiss and stroke each other with tender hands that couldn't seem to press us closely enough together.

We lay in each others arms the rest of the morning, rousing from a half-sleep, now and then, to talk in low, loving voices, telling each other about ourselves – our past, our mutual need for someone like we had unexpectedly found, someone to pour our heart out to, someone to hold and to love forever. My pussy never got even a little bit sore, and Roger was up and ready every time I wiggled myself under his warm body and reached to put him back into me.

We left his big bed only to fumble around in the kitchen for food and cups of hot strength-giving coffee, and then we tumbled back into bed to stretch out deliciously warm and relaxed, touching from our lips to our toes, joined the way two lovers find their way into each other's bodies. When I would drift off to sleep for a few moments, and dream of my lover, his face was Roger's face, not my daddy's. I remembered what my father had told me, on the way to the airport. I had done exactly what he suggested, not knowingly or willfully, but it had happened. Roger was my lover, and I was his woman. His woman! Yes, I was a woman, now. The little girl who used to play with her itchy pussy in front of her mirror was gone forever. In her place was the luckiest female ever to hold her man close to her wildly beating heart and feel the rigid proof of his love, deep inside her wait.