"Did you take anything out of my room?" he asked, and I saw him wet his lips as his eyes flicked down across my skimpy bra, lower still, onto the tiny bikini panties I wore. He seemed hypnotized as he added, "Anything at all?"
"Why don't you ask Faye?" I said with a sudden brazenness that surprised me. I stepped closer to him, rolling my hips suggestively. "Maybe she has it. Maybe she's using it."
He stared at me. "You did take it, didn't you?"
I had gone too far to turn back, I stepped very close to him. My arms went around his neck. My bra touched his shirt. "I won't tell you," I said. "But I'll show you. Oh, Dad, I'll do the things she won't. All of them."
At first I thought he was going to hit me. His face went dark, his eyes almost closed. But then he reached up and, without a word, pulled my arms from around his neck. I felt a moment of crazy panic as he started out the door and I pleaded, "Come back after she goes to sleep. I... please... just come back." He walked out without another word.
But he came back... just as I'd asked.
It was late when I heard him coming. At first, I couldn't believe it. I'd almost convinced myself that he hated me... and now he was coming. I was out of the bed and standing beside the door when he opened it. I threw my arms around his neck. For just a moment his body tightened and then he was kissing me on the mouth and easing me back into the room and his hands were on my ass.
He kicked the door shut behind himself.
He wore only the bottoms of his pajamas. As he held me close against him, sucking on the tongue I had snaked into his mouth, I could feel the hard swell of his prick pressing against the little hillock above my cunt. His hands were warm through my sheer bikini panties. The sharp paints of my bra cups were pressed against his muscular chest. Then I felt the edge of the bed against the backs of my knees. We fell across the bed.
As I felt his strange fingers slip beneath the cups of my bra, pulling them up to bare my untanned tits with their erected nipples, my fingers fluttered wildly over his naked chest and back, tangled themselves in his hair. Our tongues rolled together. My tits were in his hands, toys that he played with.
I arched my back and shivered and my hand went searching far his cock. Just as he ended our kiss and his lips moved, down to suck hungrily at the elongated nipple of my left tit. I found the opening at the front of his pajamas. My hand slipped in. The fingers closed around his cock. They pulled it through the front of his pajamas.
No vibrator ever felt as good as that cock, that warm, hard cock. It was made far my hand, I knew.
It belonged there. I wanted to hold it forever. As I slipped my fingers up and down its length, I felt my nipple being sucked into his mouth, released, sucked in again, and my fingers moved faster because of it. When his teeth nipped at the pointed tip of my tit, my fingers reacted by squeezing his cock with all the strength they possessed.
His hand slipped inside my panties. I writhed on the bed and my pelvis twisted so that my cunt was raised to meet his fingers. He caressed it with his hand, making it warm and wet.
"Turn on a lamp. I want to see you naked," he said. His hand had slipped from between my legs. He touched me on the butt as I rolled from the bed to turn on the small lamp on the table by the window. He was stepping out of his pajama bottoms when its glow filled the room. His hand touched his hard prick.
"You sure that little cunt of yours can handle this?" It surprised me, him saying something like that. Later, of course, I learned he got a kick out of talking that way. I must have had some idea of it even then, because instinctively I said, "Don't I look like it?" and with an impish look on my face I slowly stripped away my bra, then teasingly ran my hands over my naked tits, cupping the sharp little peaks of soft white flesh and then pressing them inward so that the red nipples, wet and swollen from the sucking of his mouth, were close together.
He sat on the edge of the bed, entranced, as I released my tits and slowly caressed my soft belly with downward strokes of my fingers, stopping when my fingertips were hidden beneath the top edge of my little bikini panties. His eyes widened as I slowly peeled them down over my hips, my thighs, and stepped out of them. I posed with my hands on my hips, the tips of my fingers almost touching the outer edges of the thick bush around my cunt, and I asked huskily, "Doesn't this cunt look like it was made for that? It's just dying to get filled up."
He nodded his head and held out his arms. His eyes stayed locked on my cunt as, with slowly undulating hips. I walked toward him. His hands found the cheeks of my ass and pulled me toward him.
I gasped for breath as he pressed his face against the soft swell of my belly, then quickly dipped his head and began kissing the thickly tangled hair around my cunt. It was the first time anyone had kissed me there.
He bent lower still, straining to reach the lips of my pussy with his mouth. His tongue lapped at me. I opened my legs till I felt I would split. His tongue touched the edge of my cunt, just the edge, I but it caused me to cry out as I squirmed violently and tried to make it easier for him. His arms went around my thighs, pulling them together, and I felt myself being lifted.
And then I was on the bed. Flat on my back. My legs extended. He was between them. His hard chest was touching my thighs as he moved downward, bringing his face closer and closer to my pussy. He pushed my legs apart. I felt him grip my right ankle and lift it as high as he could reach. He buried his face in my cunt.
I swear the bed began to spin as his wet prick of a tongue found its way into my open gash. It tilted and dipped and rocked as he licked at my cunt like a puppy lapping warm milk. When I reached down with one hand and grabbed the back of his head, tugging him deeper into the hairy nest between my legs, he began licking me faster and deeper. My ass lifted and fell beneath him. There was a hand on my tit, torturing it with a pinch each time his tongue lapped my pussy. Looking down across my body, I saw the hand was my own. I kept it there.
He lifted his face from my cunt. "Tell me I eat good pussy," he said, then allowed my straining hand to draw him back into the crazily hungering slit between my legs. And as he licked me faster and faster across the exquisitely sensitive swelling of my clit, I repeated over and over, "You eat good pussy, you eat good pussy," and his tongue moved faster and the words ran together and became, "YoueatpussYoueatpussYou...!" And every muscle in my body tautened as I felt myself coming into his mouth.
The release sent me into a dizzying spin that caused me to fling my arms wide and clutch at the sheets. I was only vaguely aware of his hands moving up my body, of his mouth moving across my tits, into the hollow of my throat. Then I felt the first touch of his cock. My arms went around his naked back.
With delightful slowness, his cock spread the wet, rubbery lips of my pussy. I felt them settle around the tip of his prick, then an inch of it, then two. He put his mouth on mine. I parted my lips.
There was a delicious tang on his lips and tongue the taste of cunt, I realized as I moved my lips beneath his. As his cock moved gently back and forth in the wet cradle of my cunt, going slightly deeper with each churn of his hips. I put one hand on each side of his face, holding him delicately as I sucked at his tongue. He reacted by giving me more of his cock — a hard stab of it!
I wrapped both legs around his body and lifted my cunt to meet the next strike. It brought us together with a delicious touching of crotches, and I felt his hand slip between our bodies and find the yielding flesh of my tit. As he squeezed it and moved it so that the hard little nipple rasped against his chest I let my hips roll in slow circles that added even more pleasure to the steady stroking of his cock...