As she lay on the chaise, relishing the feeling of the sun seeping deep into her body, Judy let her mind roam back over the happenings of the day. She felt the little ball of desire deep in her belly and cherished the delicious sensation. The tight, too-small bra of her suit mashed her breasts down, making the soft flesh bulge out over the top of the small, flat cups. Her nipples were sensitive little knots of desire, so tender she could feel the weave of the fabric against them as her chest heaved slightly as she breathed.
Judy's mouth watered with desire as she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Her thighs, with a mind of their own, rubbed against each other, thrilling her with the silky, soft feel. The bottom of her suit was too small also, the waistband cutting into her flesh low on her hips. From behind she knew the top of the crack separating her buttocks could be seen, a suggestive cleavage, while in the front the top edge was far below her navel, just above her little pussy.
The delicate lines where her thighs joined her body were bared, pointing straight to the heart of Judy's pleasure. There, in that special place, the tight fabric of the suit pressed against her pussy. Spreading her thighs, Judy maneuvered a fold of the material into her tender little slit. As the fold cut upward into her, Judy rubbed her thighs together again, rubbing the fold of doth through her slit, triggering a new flood of juices that dampened the cloth, making a dark stain she didn't need to see to know was there.
Thinking of what she was about to do, Judy felt her muscles knot with anticipation and fought down a tense, nervous shiver of excitement. The only thing in Judy's mind was a burning desire that she could neither deny nor control. There was no question in her mind that she would succeed. Her inborn feminine intuition told her that she, would succeed. The female animal in Judy made her confident of her power to get exactly what she wanted from her father.
She licked her lips in anticipation of what she had planned.
The sound of the front door slamming made Judy jerk nervously. Biting her lip, she fought the urge to get up from the lounge and go in to find her father.
"Hey, anybody home?" her father called inside the house.
"Out by the pool, Daddy. I'm waiting for you so we can go swimming. Hurry up and get your suit on." Judy was astonished that her voice was steady and sounded totally normal, since her throat was knotted with tension. She shivered again, making the chaise creak under her.
"I'll be out in a few minutes."
Judy heaved a sigh of relief. So far it was working just the way she wanted it to. She glanced down the length of her subtly curved body, pleased with its lean trimness and sensuous curves. The top of her suit barely covered her nipples, while the bottom left little to the imagination. Studying the effect carefully, Judy pointed her toes and bent one knee slightly. Then she fought to release her tense grip on the arms of the chaise and relax, to appear natural.
"Hi, how was your d-day?" her father asked, coming out by the pool.
"Just fine, Daddy," Judy answered, again astonished at the normality of her tone. She had not missed her father's slight stutter and smiled to herself.
Without looking at him, she could feel his eyes raking over her and flushed with pleasure. Then, her mouth watering, she turned to gaze at him with steady blue eyes, studying him boldly as he stood by her. He was tanned and lean and trim. He wore a neat, trim swimsuit, and under it was a noticeable, wonderful-looking swelling that grew as Judy watched it.
He tossed his towel on a nearby lounge and sat down, clearly fighting to be casual. His eyes were riveted to Judy's breasts. "You did something educational, I trust."
"Very educational, Daddy. Jimmy was back from his trip and he had some Indian stuff. He and Billy and I played cowboys and Indians," Judy answered. She stared at the bulge in her father's suit and her mouth watered.
"What did you learn?" her father asked, crossing his hands nervously over his erection. His eyes went to Judy's crotch, then he wrenched them back upward to her breasts.
"Do you really want to know?" Judy asked, sure that he would. He always wanted to know what she had learned.
"Of course." He shifted restlessly, obviously debating about stretching out on the lounge chair, then deciding against it because of the rise in his swimsuit.
Judy got up from her lounge with a tense, catlike grace. Her skin was tingling with excitement, and she fought to control the little tremors in her muscles.
"Stand up, Daddy, and I'll show you," she said, her voice husky.
Awkwardly, her father got up and stood self-consciously in front of his daughter. He started to hold his hands over the bulge in his crotch, then evidently decided this only drew more attention to his condition and dropped them to his sides.
Judy gauged her moves carefully, going slowly over to him, her body moving with sexy grace. She linked her hands behind his neck and looked up at him, the message in her eyes plain for him to read. Gently, but firmly, she pulled his head down and kissed him. It was a gentle, chaste, feathery kiss. Her lips were pursed and closed, the way she always kissed him. Then she let her lips soften and move against his. Keeping her body a fraction of an inch away from his, Judy let the tip of her tongue press his lips, pry them open, touch his teeth and taste his strong, masculine flavor. Then Judy let her body sag inward against his. She brushed him first with the peaks of her breasts, then her thighs touched the muscular, hairy columns of his legs, then her belly pressed his and she felt the hard mass of his penis pressing into her tummy. Then she pressed the full length of her body against his. She felt his arms stir and almost involuntarily go around her. Then his hands were on her back, pulling her against him. His mouth opened further and his tongue met hers. The kiss seemed to go on forever as they explored each other's mouths. Judy let her instincts take over and let her body writhe gently against his, let her thighs capture one of his between them, let her pelvis press against the muscles there.
Knowing the time was right, Judy gently broke the kiss and stepped back from her father. She looked up at him, and her eyes were very old and wise as she studied his face. His lips worked nervously.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked.
"Showing you what I learned," Judy replied, her voice soft. She reached up behind her neck and untied the bow. Her moves were sinuous and sexy as she guided the straps from around her neck. She didn't need to look to know that the top of her suit slid downward a fraction of an inch, the cups folding down from the top, baring more of the creamy mounds of her breasts.
"B-but it's not right," her father groaned, not moving. The mound at his groin was immense. His face had, a tortured look.
"Don't you want to know what I learned?" Judy asked in the same soft voice.
Almost absent-mindedly she ran her hand over one of her breasts and massaged it gently, making the cup of her top slip ever lower.
"Yes." Her father's answer was a tortured groan.
"Then watch," Judy said softly and reached behind her. She fumbled with the hook of the bra, then got it loose. She held it in place, then let it gradually slip free. Her breasts pushed forward, returning to their usual conical shape.
The little bits of cloth clung to the tips of the mounds, then slipped lower.
Judy let her bra drop away, then massaged her breasts gently with her fingertips. Her nipples were already hard, pink buds capping the snowy mounds.
Her father's eyes were riveted on Judy's tits, and Judy felt hot with desire as she massaged her breasts. Her palms burned over her nipples as she cupped the mounds. Then she shifted her hands, letting her little nipples peek out from between her fingers. She pinched the little buds between her fingers, tugged at them gently, made them harden even more.
"Touch me," she ordered her father, releasing her breasts and stepping close to him. "Touch my breasts. Feel how soft they are, how warm they are."
Judy's father was sweating as he reached for her breasts with his big, strong hands. He cupped the soft masses, and the skin of his hands felt hot and rough on her nipples. She held her shoulders back and looked up at him boldly as his fingers measured the extent of her development.
Then, while he still was taking the measure of her breasts, Judy reached for the string tie of his suit. The flat, hard muscles of his stomach jerked at the first touch of her fingers. She teased the string out and unfastened the bow knot. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband of the suit, she stretched it loose around the sides, then worked it down over his hips an inch at a time.
Her fingers sensed the presence of his jockstrap, and she tantalized herself by leaving it in place and removing just the suit.
She eased the suit down over his massive erection and down to his thighs. From there, the suit dropped free, down to his ankles. His jock strap was shoved outward by his erect organ. A line of black hair led down from his navel, pointing unerringly at the monster pole inside his supporter.
His black pubic hair showed around the straining cup of the strap. His hips were flat, strong, and the muscles of his belly were sculptured curves under his skin.
Battling tremors of excitement, Judy reached for his last garment and slipped her thumbs under the elastic waistband. Then slowly, hesitantly, torturing herself, she pulled the jockstrap down, lifting it out over the head of her father's erect organ. She bared him, pushing the strap downward. Then it, too, joined his suit around his ankles. Biting her lip in excitement, Judy took his cock with both hands, holding the rock-hard shaft of flesh in gentle, exciting fingers. Her father's hands were still on Judy's breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples into peaks of fiery pleasure.
"Strip me," Judy ordered her father. His hands left her breasts and reached for the bottom half of her suit. Judy turned sideways as his fingers slipped under the top edge of the suit in front and in back. Judy's stomach muscles jerked at his touch, making her gasp. She was aflame with desire as she felt her father's hot fingers slipping down inside the fabric of the suit, pressing down over her pussy, driving her insane. Judy's knees threatened to buckle under her as he drew the minimal garment down over, her curving hips, baring her sex. The suit clung tightly to her thighs, and her father bent to get it lower. Then it slipped free and dropped around Judy's ankles. Casually, she kicked it into the pool.
Leading her father by his hard organ, Judy guided him to a towel stretched out on the deck and sank down, pulling him after her. His arms went around her, pressing their naked bodies together. His skin felt slick and hot against her, while the bristly hair on his chest burned against her sensitive breasts. His hands roamed over Judy's bare body, tracing the newly developing curves, sending waves of goose bumps rippling over her flesh.
His hand approached Judy's hips, and she rolled away from him to give him access to her newly awakened sex. His fingers stroked her, then one slipped into her channel, triggering waves of juices and making her gasp. Her thighs dropped open, and her pelvis shifted restlessly as he probed her virgin channel.
As she lay half on her back, her father's finger drilling up into her vagina, Judy let wave after wave of pleasure roar through her. Of all the times she had felt this delicious feeling this day, now, she knew, was the real time. This time there would be no stopping, this time that aching emptiness in her cunt would be filled. She wrapped her fingers around the hot, hard mass that would fill her, and loved it with her hand. She measured it and felt a twinge of fear at its size as well as a surge of anticipation. Her father's naked body was warm and hard and loving next to Judy as she fondled his masculinity.
Her own sex was soaking, slick and ready. Her hips rolled restlessly on the towel, while her breasts felt hot and tender. Rolling on her back, Judy spread her thighs wide, bending her knees, opening herself totally to her father. She felt him hesitate, and sensed his reluctance. She looked at his tortured face, her own features twisted in blatant animal need.
"Take me," she whispered. "Please. Take me now."
With a groan of surrender, her father moved over Judy, settling between her thighs. His big, hard, ready staff found its way to Judy's fresh cunt, and she lifted her hips, pushing herself against the curving head of the big shaft. She clutched at his strong buttocks, pulling him toward her. He came into her gently, pressing against her thin barrier, then tearing it open with a quick shove of his hips. Judy fought the searing pain, her fingers tearing into the muscles of her father's back, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as he tore away the last shreds of her virginity. Then, slowly, he stretched her vagina open, gradually pistoning his bulk into her. Judy's pain was mingled with incredible, fulfilling pleasure as he slowly worked his way deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"Oh, yessss," Judy hissed in her father's ear as he inched the bulk of his cock into her cunt, "Oh, God, it's so good."
Flinging her arms wide, Judy clutched fistfuls of towel in her hands. She lay as if crucified by the spike in her belly, her head rolling from side to side, wordless cries of pleasure torn from her with every drive of her father's hips.
His breath puffed in hot gasps in her ear as he lay on her, his heavy body pressing her against the concrete deck of the pool.
He was to his full depth in her now, his pubic bone grinding her clitoris into a juicy pulp of pure pleasure, his cock filling her vagina. He rolled his hips, twisting and rolling her clitoris between their bones, working his prick around in her channel like a mixing spoon. Animal instincts took over entirely, moving Judy's hips in a wild frenzy of twisting and rolling, making the muscular wall of her vagina squeeze down on the hot mass filling it. She roared higher and higher as her father pistoned his cock in and out of her, faster and harder.
The impact of their bodies rang in the back yard, echoing back from the high fence.
Judy's father seemed to go totally wild, his hips churning his staff in her with powerful, twisting drives, and Judy roared to an even higher climax.
Dimly, she felt him ram into her one last time, felt his shaft swell and pulse, then her channel was scalded by shot after shot of his thick, hot come, sending her upward to a final, cymbal-clashing climax that wrung a long, wailing cry from her.
Judy came around with the sun burning through her closed eyelids and her father's weight crushing the wind from her lungs. His prick was a withered mass, still trapped in her vagina, her legs twined around his hips to prevent his withdrawal. He panted harshly in Judy's ear.
With a groan, he rolled over. Judy clung to his shoulders and hips with her body, letting him roll her to her side. She smothered him with kisses, then nuzzled her head in against his shoulder. Tears of joy trickled from under her eyelids, and she scrubbed her face against the hair of his chest, to wipe them away.
Then, without a word, Judy squirmed free of her father, stood up and dived cleanly into the pool. The cool water rushed past her naked body, washing away the last, clinging remnants of her childhood along with the sweat, juices and trace of blood from her shattered virginity. Every muscle in Judy's body felt relaxed and soft and wonderful as she drifted through the water with the momentum of her dive. She felt fulfilled and loved and incredibly, alive.
Rushing fingers of water flickered over her bare skin, seeking out hidden crannies, making Judy aware of every inch of her body.
Surfacing, she floated on her back, letting the sun seep deep into her bones.
Her breasts, belly and thighs were on the surface of the water, absorbing the warming rays. In her crotch, chill currents of water cooled her heated pussy, washing away the last of the sting other defloration.
Judy's father went slowly down the steps at the shallow end of the pool, pushed off and drifted toward her. Hearing his approach, Judy rolled over and faced him. Without a word, they reached out and touched hands, gripping each other, then floated together in the center of the pool. Neither spoke, except with their eyes.
For long minutes they drifted, fingers interlaced, face to face, feet trailing behind them in the water, kicking gently to maintain their positions.
"When's Mom getting home?" Judy asked at last, fearful that the interlude with her father would end too soon.
"Late," he answered, understanding.
Judy felt a surge of relief. "Love me, Daddy." It was a request, not a question.
Swinging his arms out to the sides, he drew his daughter in toward him. Their lips met and again she tasted his warm, masculine flavor as their tongues dueled. Judy's nipples hardened as they kissed as they floated in the center of the pool. She let her feet sink slowly, and felt him doing the same. Before she actually touched his body with hers, she sensed the warmth of his skin through the cool water. Then they were again together, their legs twining, linking them together. His organ slowly rose between Judy's thighs, and she, spread them and captured the swelling mass of flesh. It felt burning hot against the inside of her thighs as it wedged itself between them, growing longer and thicker by the minute.
Their heads went under the surface as they clung to each other. Her father's body felt terribly hot in comparison with the cool of the water. With a jolt, his feet hit bottom. Judy clung to him as he kicked off toward the shallow end of the pool. Locking her arms around him, she let her legs trail loose as he paddled both of them toward the shallow end.
They bumped up against the steps and he lay on his back, his shoulders braced on the top step. His prick was again hard and ready. Judy floated over him, her hands on his shoulders. As he lay there, quiet, she carefully guided herself so that his cock nestled at the gates of her cunt. Then, slowly, she worked herself down on that delicious, hard, hot mass. She felt it displace the cool water inside the lips of her cunt, felt it slowly slip into her vagina, passing the last tatters of her hymen with a slight stinging. Wriggling like a fish, her thighs spread wide around her father's, Judy worked her vagina down over his ready organ. The pleasure of the 'solid mass slowly stretching her channel wider and wider made Judy moan softly. She took his cock, inch by inch, until at last it was all in there. Every wonderful millimeter of his cock was in her guts, and Judy gasped with pleasure, her fingers tearing into the powerful muscles of his shoulders.
He seemed content to rest against the steps, letting her do all the moving.
Judy backed off, feeling chill water slip past his cock into her cunt, then pushed down, feeling the water, now warm, squeeze out around, the piston of his organ. The currents between them rippled around Judy's sensitive organs, adding still more to her pleasure. She pumped again, sending more currents of body-heated water surging from her pussy to bathe' her clitoris. Shifting her pelvis to change the angle at which he entered her, Judy pumped some more, adding to her joy. She carefully read the expression on her father's face as she took his organ into her again and again. The water of the pool slapped against the gutter around the rim, adding a wild counter rhythm to her motion.
Her father's eyes were closed, his face suffused with pleasure as her tight vagina hugged his big rod.
Abandoning herself to her own growing pleasure, Judy let her pumping speed up, scrubbing her pelvis around to add to her pleasure. Faster and faster she moved, beginning to pant with the effort and the pleasure. The water boiled between their bodies from the speed of Judy's movements. She felt the first preliminary touches of her orgasm approaching and slowed her moves, holding back to prolong the pleasure. Her father's face was beaded with sweat, his eyes still closed, as she prolonged the delicious agony. She speeded up again and let her pleasure rise still higher.
Pacing herself, driving herself nearly wild by holding back, Judy drove herself carefully higher and higher. By holding back, she found she could reach greater and greater levels of pleasure. She sensed a change in her father and speeded her moves. Quickly now she drove herself to a screaming climax. As her body convulsed with the orgasm, she felt her father's cock swelling, then spurting in her vagina. With the last shreds of her self-control, Judy clamped the muscles of her vagina tightly around his spurting prick. Then the world whirled around her and she abandoned herself to the overwhelming pleasures of her own orgasm.
As she gradually returned to reality, Judy felt her father lifting her off him, felt the hot, shrunken mass of his prick be replaced by cool water, then snuggled in his warm, protecting arms.
Feeling loved and fulfilled, she let him cuddle her for a long time. The sun was a reddish ball low in the west when she finally pushed gently away from him and easily swam the length of the pool. Totally unashamed of her nudity, she climbed gracefully out and stretched out on the deck to catch the last lingering rays of the sun. She heard her father splash out of the water, but remained as she was for a long time. When she got up, he stretched out on the lounge, a drink in his hand as he studied her.
A cool breeze made Judy shiver, and goose bumps rippled over her naked body.
She scrambled lithely to her feet and went toward the house. As she passed her father, she bent down and gave him a tender kiss. "Love you, Daddy."
"Love you, Judy," her father said softly.
Judy ducked into the house and headed upstairs to dress. Somehow she knew that what had happened with her father would never happen again. It was over and done with. It had been right and proper. But he knew, and she knew, that it would never happen again.