One of the delightful things about Antonia, who was a really delightful girl in many respects, was the way in which she was such an open book. When she was trying to be all devious and cunning, as when she had seduced her father, it was pretty easy to see through her, though this certainly hadn't helped her father resist her charms. And when she was sincere, it was obvious that she was sincere. The remark she made to the effect that she wanted to get fucked by her father because she wanted to see what it was like to get fucked by a real man was obviously meant in all seriousness. Her father's heart warmed to her, not for the first time.
"Well," he said, "your little ploy has certainly worked. I can hardly exile Jack from the family when I've been doing exactly the same thing." It was obvious from his tone that he was glad not to have to exile Jack from the family.
"But do you see that there's nothing wrong with any of this," Antonia said, obviously very eager to convince her father and maybe herself that there really wasn't anything wrong with what they had been doing.
"I guess you're right, Antonia," he said with a laugh. "Ursula's still my wife, and you're still my daughter, and all the fun and games in the world aren't going to change the fact that that's how I'll look at both of you."
"Well, be that as it may, shall we get on with the fun and games in question?" Antonia asked with a wink.
"Okay, what sort of decadent activity would you like? I get the impression that you're such a hot little girl that there really isn't much of anything that you wouldn't enjoy."
"That's certainly true! Why don't you give your prick a chance to rest a bit and masturbate me."
"Masturbate you?"
"Uh-huh. I've always thought that it must be kind of fun to be masturbated by someone else. I wonder if that's what goes on in these massage parlors I keep hearing about."
"Do you beat off a lot, Antonia?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Good girl! Masturbation's excellent for the complexion! Now lie back on that pretty lime back of yours and I'll see what I can manage."
In fact, Clif had never masturbated a girl before, and since he was always on the lookout for new experiences, he was really rather looking forward to this. After all, it would give him a chance to use his ingenuity.
Antonia lay back with a dreamy expression on her face. Even though it had come only a short while before, Clif's prick gave a little surge as he gazed at her. She had such an incredibly graceful body, and such a deliciously pretty face. Her breasts lay flattened on her chest, but they were pretty nevertheless, and made more so by the erect eagerness of her nipples. When he was beating her off, there was an area he'd have to give plenty of attention to. And her little pubic bush was delicious-looking, too.
"Your cunt looks so pretty Antonia. Can I have a sniff?"
"A sniff but no licks!" she said. "Remember, you're supposed to be masturbating me. And when I'm beating myself off, I'm certainly not able to lick my twat."
"Ever tried?"
"Yeah, and I nearly broke my back, too," she said. They both laughed, though judging from what a hot little partner she'd been in the previous fuck, it wasn't at all sure she was kidding when she said that. She was the sort of girl who really just might try something like eating herself.
He placed his nose near her cunt and sniffed. What a delightfully fresh, young female smell.
"Is any girl dumb enough to use those sprays? I can't imagine wanting to fuck a girl whose cunt didn't have a nice, female smell."
"None that I know of," Antonia said.
Clif felt his prick stiffen as he continued to gaze at the dainty little twat. He really couldn't imagine a cuter one. It was the most delicate salmon pink, and sparkling with her pussy-fluid. Dainty little tufts of hair grew on either side of it, and the clit only just peeked from between the labia. The labia were absolutely perfect, too. Not too big and not too small, just right for a guy to get his tongue or fingers on. At one point they lay open a bit, and Clif could just glimpse his daughter's luscious little vagina.
Lick! His tongue darted out and caressed the labia.
"No fair!" Antonia said.
"Too cute to resist," her father replied, "but don't worry, from now on it's pure hand action that you're going to be getting."
He moved up and sat on her left side. Then he bent down and gently kissed her.
It was a wonderful sort of kiss, tender and lingering, with his tongue doing all the right thus in her mouth. Meanwhile, he placed his right hind on her belly and started to move it around, in a circle.
"Dreamy," she said gently as he pulled his lips away. She'd obviously liked that a lot, and he knew that she had, so he went back for a second helping.
He continued to rub her belly. Somehow that really turned Antonia on. Sort of diverted her thoughts down to below her waist. She felt drop after drop of pussy-juice ooze out of her tender little hole.
His other hand contented itself for the moment with stroking her cheek. Then, it moved down and started in on her tits. It didn't cup them. Instead, the first two fingers stroked the fine smooth skin of her breasts, just as they had done with her cheek. Her father had stopped kissing her at this point and was contenting himself with looking into her eyes. She had great big brown eyes, very liquid and sexy-looking.
Now he was caressing her nipples, rubbing the fingers of his left hand over the wonderful little pink things. They were already erect when he started, but somehow they managed to get even bigger and even more rigid under his expert attentions.
"Dad, you're just outasight!" she said.
He moved the hand which had been rubbing her belly down closer and closer to her pubic triangle. She felt her clit tingle with the realization that soon her father's fingers would be caressing it.
The fingers moved into the fluffy triangle now, and Clif playfully took little tufts of her hair between his fingers and pulled on them gently. She really had remarkable pubic hair. Very soft, and not really curly at all. Pubic hair, just as it should be.
Antonia had started out laying passive under all this treatment, reveling in the pleasure of not having to take any steps at all for her own enjoyment. But that passivity was really starting to break down as she got more and more excited. Her little hips were grinding against the carpet, her back was arching excitedly, and her head was tossing from side to side on the floor.
"Oooh, feel me, Daddy, feel me!"
The hand that was below her waist was making its way down to her cunt very, very slowly. Clif knew perfectly well that one of the ways to give pleasure in sex is to go very slowly and teasingly.
He wormed his fingers on down, until finally he could slide in around the front of her cunt and press against her clit. She gave a little shudder of delight.
He cupped her crotch in his hand and pressed his fingers against her clit and labia together. She shuddered again, this time more violently. Then, he took had hand off her cunt and started to stroke the inside of her thighs.
"My cunt! Feel my cunt!" she gasped.
"Glad to oblige, honey," he said, and again pressed his fingers against her labia. Then, when she again seemed to be right on the point of going off, he moved his hand to her thigh again.
The other hand was really having, a field-day with her breasts. It would slide from one over to the other and back again. It would press the tits in first one direction then the other, and tweak and pull on the delicate nipples.
"Come! Make me come, Daddy! Make me come!"
Clif wormed his fingers into his daughter's cunt and pressed them against the slick cunt walls. He remarked to himself as he had done on similar occasions in the past that one's fingers never feel quite so completely enclosed as they do when they are buried in cunt. All that wonderful, tender female flesh hemming them in.