Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “And you saw us making love?” His voice didn’t quaver.

  “No, but I knew what had happened,” she said.

  He was silent a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. “I’m not sure what to say. What happened, happened. I feel no regrets. I know Mona is my sister, but what happened was between a man and a woman. I’m sorry if what you saw upset you, but…”

  “It did upset me,” she interrupted him. “But not in the way you’re thinking. What I saw looked so beautiful. Aunt Mona looked like a sylvan Goddess from Roman mythology and you…” She stumbled over her words. “Dad, I was jealous of Aunt Mona. I wanted to be in her place!”

  His head jerked around. He stared at her. His expression was a strange mixture of surprise and confusion.

  “I brought you here to show you me, your daughter,” she said, words rushing out. “I’m a woman, your daughter is a woman. I want to show you that woman.”

  His mouth fell slightly ajar. She knew what he must be thinking, but she had committed herself. She had said what she wanted to say and now she wanted him.

  Before he could answer, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue flicked out and darted between his parted lips. She taunted and teased, but there was no response. He sat there frozen, as though he were a man in a state of shock.

  She pulled away a bit, undaunted. Her eyes rose to his. “Make love to me. I want you to make love to me.”

  Again she kissed her father. Her tongue, like a moist whip, flicked into his mouth, taunting and tapping. Suddenly, she felt him stir. He didn’t move away. Instead, his hands were on her waist, holding her.

  She pressed closer, rolling the firm, young cones of her tits against her father’s chest. She hugged close, so that he could feel her body and recognize its willingness to please him.

  Jason Jefferies’ body responded to his daughter before his mind accepted what was happening. And then it was too late. What Linda was proposing seemed no different than what had happened between him and his sister. He loved his daughter, and his body with the warm sensations coursing in his loins told him that he wanted her. If he had thought of refusing her, it was a battle lost before it started.

  His hands rose and caressed the young girl’s cheeks. Gently he cradled her face, while he returned her kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, playfully teasing at her sprite oral digit.

  For moments, they just sat there, father and daughter, holding one another, savoring the exciting feel of each other’s bodies. And when their lips parted, his head lowered a bit, his hand easing back the strands of her strawberry blonde hair. His tongue and lips then busied themselves with the delicate lobe of her ear.

  The young girl moaned. She nestled closer to him. Her hands rose to his chest, caressing its broad expanse. Then her finger went to work on his shirt, slipping buttons from holes and exposing his chest. By the time his mouth worked down to the graceful tan arch of her neck, she had opened his shirt and her fingertips were fondling the pebble-like forms of his nipples.

  It was happening! Linda couldn’t believe it. Her father was in her arms. After all her planning, it had been so easy! Now she would be his and he hers, if only for this moment. And that was enough. It was more than she had ever dreamt would happen.

  Her father’s lips were on her throat kissing downward. His hands opened the buttons of her blouse. She moaned softly as he suddenly ducked his neck and pressed his mouth between the broad expansive valley of flesh separating her tits.

  Then his hands were there, cupping the resilient mounds of her breasts. Lovingly, his fingers squeezed into the white cones. She moaned again, her back arching forward, shoving herself into his hands. He felt so good, so sure of himself — a man that understood a woman’s body and how to give it pleasure.

  Slowly, he kissed his way to one of the creamy cones. It looked so white and vulnerable against the deep tan of the rest of her body. His daughter did not sunbathe in the nude. Somewhere in his mind, he remembered seeing all those centerfold models in men’s magazines and thinking their two-toned bodies somehow looked ridiculous. Now he found the combination of milky flesh and sun golden skin as sexy as hell.

  Opening his mouth wide, he homed in on one of the coral buds of his daughter’s nipples. He sucked, his groin tightening with his first taste of her bountiful breasts. He licked, using his tongue like a moist finger. He thoughtfully laved around and around the delicate nubbin, thrilling when he felt it thicken and grow to a stiff, rubbery point.

  Simultaneously, his roving hands caressed the summery mounds of teenage titflesh. His fingers were alive with the satiny feel of her ripe young breasts. He kneaded them, he rolled them against the flat of his palm, he squeezed them, and he loved them.

  Meanwhile, her hands were far from inactive. Abandoning his chest, Linda’s fingers were now busy with the snap of his pants. He felt a quick tug and the metallic pwack of the snap giving way. Then there was the hiss of his zipper.

  “I want to feel you,” she whispered in a throaty voice of lust. “I want to feel your cock.”

  She did. Her hands, feeling extremely cool, dipped into his shorts. What she found waiting was a throbbing pole of manmeat — her father’s prick! Fiery sensations of desire swirled through her at the mere touch of his staff. Her fingertips ran up and down the firm length, thrilling at the mighty surges she created within the shaft.

  But just touching him was not enough. “I want to see you,” she said. “I want you the way Aunt Mona had you this morning.”

  He answered by releasing the fleshy feast of her youthful tits and kissed her mouth once again. Then he stood. With his daughter’s eyes following his every move, Jason Jefferies peeled off his shirt. Hastily kicking away his shoes and toeing off his socks, he then removed his pants and shorts.

  Naked he stood before the seductive strawberry blonde.

  “Fantastic,” she whispered as though she spoke to herself. “It’s so beautiful.”

  Her flashing green eyes were riveted to the jutting form of his cock. An impish smile spread over her sensual lips.

  Before he knew what was happening, his daughter was on her knees before him. She clasped his prong with both hands. Staring down at her, he saw her lips open, then the moist flicker of pink.

  It was his turn to moan. The young girl’s tongue lightly tapped against the sensitive skin of his glans. It was just a fleeting brush of warm wetness, but the sensations it created were enough to threaten to turn his knees to water. His column of manhood jerked with eagerness.

  Linda’s eyes rolled up to him. She smiled, obviously pleased with the pleasure that slight tap of tongue had given him. Then her gaze moved back to his rod.

  With his eyes watching her, her head tilted forward. Again her tongue ran out. Her fantastic oral digit swirled atop his cock, igniting all sorts of ball-aching pleasures. She licked at him like a child with an all-day sucker.

  Then her tongue coursed down the unbending length of his turgid spike. Wet and warm, she bathed his dork, leaving the pulsating column glistening with her saliva.

  Linda had not originally intended this. But when she had first seen her father’s prick, she had just followed her natural urges. Now her mouth was filled with the taste of the pre-seminal fluids she had licked from his glans. The slightly saline flavor only increased her desire for this man — her own father.

  She had felt a man in her mouth before, even drunk down the fiery spurts of a man’s release. But never before had cocksucking seemed so exciting. But then, never had the prick she sucked been her father’s.

  Her hand stretched out and dipped between his thighs. There, dangling from his scrotum, she found the hairy sac of his testicles. Tenderly, she felt the kidney-shaped rocks within the bag. They were big, bigger than those of either of her two teenage lovers. For some reason, that fact thrilled her.

  She turned her attention back to the situation at hand. The business of giving her father a blowjob.

  Drawing back
from the lust-filled length of his prick once again, she looked up, pleased to find his gaze still on her. While he watched, she opened her mouth, puckering her lips into a wide “O”. Then she moved in on his cock.

  The throbbing knob of his glans touched her lips, then slid inward. Downward, she slid on the fat column of sex. Inward, she accepted the fleshy pole, sheltering it in the humid haven of her face.

  Jason groaned. Trembling sensations of raw lust shot up from his groin, suffusing through his whole body. He fought his first impulse to shove his hips forward and impale his daughter’s face on his cock. Instead he stood there, allowing her fantastic mouth to eat at him.

  And eat she did. Up and down with titillating languor, her head bobbed. He watched the shining shaft of his prick vanishing into her greedy, cock-loving mouth, then come sliding out. Again and again she swallowed, carrying the flow of his pre-seminal fluids to her stomach.

  At the same time, her tongue politely continued its provocative caresses. Over and down she licked at his root. Under and up, she laved the fleshy pole of her father’s sex. Down she slid, her cheeks bulging outward when she sheathed the ponderous burden of his mass. Up she pulled, her cheeks hollowing deeply as she sucked at him.

  There was no way his body could resist its natural urges. The single fact that this was his daughter eating at his prick was enough to bring him, enough to have his balls turning flip-flops within their sac.

  He came.

  She felt the rising flood in his prick. She sucked in her breath through her nostrils and accepted the spurting jets of sexual lava. She gulped down his release, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her father’s come, then sucking at his cock even harder to make sure not one drop of his fluid escaped her.

  With the pleasure of his daughter’s mouth rapidly becoming pain, he reached down and eased her mouth from his prod. He smiled weakly when she looked up at him, then whispered, “Enough, enough! I can’t take anymore. It was marvelous!”

  Carefully, his knees quivering, he lowered himself to the ground beside her. Drawing her to him, he kissed the mouth that had provided him so much pleasure.

  As they parted, Linda eased from his embrace. Her eyes shining with the incandescent gleam of love and lust, she stood. Her shoulders wiggled a bit and her blouse fell from her arms. Again, he was struck by the sensual combination of white and golden skin while he watched the lively dance of her ripe tits. The pink-coral colored nipples, perched like cherries atop each of those luscious-looking peaks traced invisible circles in the air.

  Running her hands along her sides, the sexy young nymph moved her fingers to the front of her jeans. The snap popped open and the zipper eased down its metallic track. She did a provocative little wiggle and her jeans slithered down her thighs. Completely exposed for his eyes were two long shapely legs, beautiful thighs and calves she had obviously inherited from her mother. Her skin was smooth and suntanned, a golden brown that matched her arms and firm, young stomach.

  Next, her fingers tucked beneath the elastic band of her bikini panties. She inched them down with deliberate languor. She was teasing him, taunting him with her young body and enjoying every minute of her seductive scheme.

  Tossing her panties away, she stood straight up, allowing her father to view her unashamed nakedness. His eyes roved over the flatness of her belly and the developing womanly flare of her hips. Then his longing gaze moved to the auburn triangle of pubic fleece bushed over the alluring knoll of her cunt.

  He remembered her earlier words. She had brought him here to show him she was a woman. As he stared on the arousing curves of her young body, he had no doubts that his daughter was just that — a woman. And a woman who knew the pleasures her body could give a man.

  She smiled, stepping toward him, her hips waggling in exaggerated fashion. Stopping at his side, she extended a hand. “Give me your hand.”

  He did. Taking it, she placed his fingers on her crotch and trembled as he touched her. Her pubic moss was soft and silky to his fingertips. Lovingly, he stroked the down of her sex, delighting at the cooing sounds that came from his daughter’s throat.

  While she stared down at him, he slid his palm between her thighs and burrowed a finger up into the moist hole of her young cunt. She was wet and hot inside. The channel of her pussy was aflood with lubricants. He twirled his finger around in her damp sluice and she moaned, her body trembling.

  “It’s good,” she said. “Your hands feel wonderful on me — in me.”

  With that he had to agree. This delightful nymph made him feel like a young man again. Already his deflated prick was throbbing with renewed need — a need to burrow itself deeply into this juicy, pink-lipped pussy.

  Slowly, he pulled his digit from the channel of her lust. Then he reversed himself and drilled his inquisitive finger back up into the most intimate of his daughter’s body.

  At the same time, he ran another finger up the cleft of her outer labia. Her whole body shuddered almost convulsively as he found the hypersensitive bud of her clit. The small nubbin was no larger than a small pea, but obviously it was as ready for his attention as was her juicy cunt.

  Almost casually, he manipulated that tiny button of flesh, while his entrenched finger slithered in and out of her sexual slash like a miniature penis.

  His daughter’s body began to sway, rocking back and forth to the rhythm of his finger fucking. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her sensuous lips parted, writhing as he drew aroused whimpers of delight from her throat.

  He took his time with her, languidly building her passion and at the same time allowing her arousal to create new life in his prick. Deliberately, he controlled her young teenage body. Step by step, he stoked the fires of carnal need within the willing core of her pussy. Higher and higher he moved her through the levels of excitement, sharpening her want to a keen, fevered pitch.

  When at last he withdrew his finger from her pussy, she was moaning, near panting, with desire. Her eyes fluttered open. The fires of lust flared deep within their emerald green.

  “Lay back,” she said, her eyes widening with pleasure when they moved to his groin to find his cock once more an erect pole of need. “I’m going to make love to you!”

  Without questioning, he did as she requested. Stretching out on the cool firmness of their moss bed, he smiled up to her. His eyes followed the luscious curves of her naked body as she stepped over him, straddling his groin.

  Carefully lowering herself to her knees, one planted securely to each side of his hips, she sat back on his thighs. The soft strands of her pubic fleece tickled his legs, causing his flagpole of a cock to jump and twitch with urgency. His daughter’s eyes flashed, watching the aroused dance of his shaft.

  Lovingly, her hand reached out and caressed that massive tube of sexual meat. Toying with him, she ran her hands up and down its fat length, enjoying every inch of it from hairy base to bulbous head. And when her grasp tightened and jacked at the unyielding staff, she grinned with delight at the pleasure groans she brought from her father’s lips.

  She had felt him, licked him, sucked him and tasted the hot cream of his loins. Now she was ready to get down to the very serious business of fucking him.

  Carefully, she pulled his throbbing prick straight up in the air so that it jutted perpendicular to his groin — a fleshy spike of pulsating lust. Holding it there with one hand, she pushed up, rising above the hardened rod.

  Her father’s eyes widened while she paused, poised over his cock, the hungry mouth of her cunt but mere inches from its fat, swollen head. She hovered there, knowing that the slight delay served to increase his anticipation of what was to come.

  With the same deliberate slowness, she began to lower herself atop his meaty rail. Inch by inch, she descended. Closer and closer the wildly throbbing lance of sex came to the willing mouth of her wanton cunt.

  “Ohhhhhhhhh!” she moaned aloud, quivering with a sudden rush of desire.

  His swollen cock crown pushed through the fleece o
f her pubic hairs and brushed against the pouting lips of her pussy. Her first impulse was to suddenly drop down, impaling herself on his cock. But that was not what she wanted for him, or for herself.

  The trim, youthful muscles of her calves and thighs tightened to support her. Then with perfect control of her yearning body, she moved downward once again.

  Inward the skewering rod of cock inched. Through the mouth of her pussy, then through the delicate lips of her inner labia, and finally into the burning socket of her twat. Secure there, she released her handhold on him and continued lowering herself, impaling her cunt on the fattened column of her father’s prick.

  Deeper and deeper, she accepted that massive lovewand. She felt him, every throbbing inch of him. Possessively, her cunt tightened, sheathing its folds around the bulky contours of his pussy-prodder. Slowly, ever slowly, she descended, opening her body to him a fraction of an inch at a time. Then at last, she once more sat atop him. This time, however, every inch of his cock was entrenched in the innermost depths of her vagina.

  “I’m full,” she said, gazing down at the man who stared up at her from his back. “I feel packed to the gills!”

  She did. Her father was deep within the core of her wanton hole. She knew his engorged glans were throbbing no more than a fraction of an inch from the ring of her cervix. He pulsed and she felt him, virile strength throbbing through the total length of his sleeved prick. It felt so damn good to savor the filling presence of his sex — her father’s cock.

  “Now,” she said with a wicked grin, “I’m going to ball you! I’m going to fuck my father!”

  She leaned forward, supporting herself on outstretched arms resting atop his chest. Up she pushed with calves and thighs. Up she rose, her pussy inching back toward the top of the marvelous cock embedded in her cunt.

  With only the knobby head of his prick enveloped by her pussy lips, she paused, undulating her pelvis back and forth. She rocked his glans within her cunt, drawing pleased moans from his lips.