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Camping with Daughter Ch. 05

Note from the author: Thanks again for all the many compliments to my story. The last few months have been difficult to find the time to work on it, what with the holidays, family issues and all. For those that don't know, I love the tease. I try not to be all tease, but I know there are times that I let things go a long time. An occasional climax works for me, even if it isn't the ultimate goal. This may not be acceptable to everyone, but there seems to be a majority out there that also like it. Thanks again for your patience. The last chapter is about half finished.

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Once again I awoke late in the morning. The sun was up, and there was a bright yellow hew to everything in the tent. I could even see it before I opened my eyes, which I kept shut because I just wasn't ready to get up. I was horny as hell, and I could feel I was close to orgasm. It surprised me considering the satisfying orgasm I had the night before, but I felt like I would have had a wet dream if I hadn't awakened.

I had been dreaming of my daughter begging me to break her cherry. She had decided that she wanted someone who loved her to make her a woman and not some guy who would probably dump her the next day. Her only fear was that I was too big for her first time, but we had kissed and made out for a while, and I had then loosened her up with some oral sex to get her ready. I had just entered her when my dream ended abruptly.

I was lying on my back, and as my senses returned, I realized something was rubbing the underside of my cock. It felt so good, I was afraid to open my eyes to find out what it was, but I had to.

I opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight I think I've ever seen. It was my naked daughter straddling me. She wasn't looking down at me; her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back. She was rubbing her beautiful breasts and pinching and pulling on her nipples. Oh, those luscious breasts of hers; they were so big and firm on such a petit frame.

Then it suddenly struck me that my daughter was fucking me? No! It wasn't right! She wouldn't!

I lifted my head with a start and looked down at the junction of our bodies. Her beautiful pussy, with the light, golden pubic hair, was bright pink with arousal. Moisture glistened on her swollen labia, but I was not inside her. My cock was right there resting on my lower belly, and Jennifer's virgin pussy lips were straddling it. She was actually rubbing herself along the shaft so that my turgid head slid back and forth across her clit. Her little nub wasn't so little. It was stiff as a pebble, and I could actually feel it as it was flicked across the "V" where the glans came together just below the urethra opening.

"Oh, Daddy!" she exclaimed breathlessly as she looked down at me. "Finally, you're awake! I've been keeping myself right on the edge waiting for you. I didn't want you to sleep through it."

My daughter then rocked her hips vigorously as she slid her young, dripping pussy against the head of my cock. She fell forward, landing on her hands as they straddled my head, and her full breasts hung in front of my face. I looked at them and wanted so much to take one of her stiff nipples into my mouth, but I fought the temptation as I remembered this was my own flesh and blood. She moaned, and her hips jerked as her orgasm rose inside her. I could smell her body, her sweat, as it combined with the musky odors of her aroused pussy, and it was just so erotic that I thought I would faint. Jennifer pressed her hips down harder on my cock, and I could actually feel her pussy pulse with her climax.

It amazed me that I was so worked up after having such a wonderful blow-job just the night before, but this erotic situation was too much for me. Suddenly, my cock exploded, and cum sprayed up between us. I felt it splatter on my chin, and I presume some got on the underside of her dangling breasts. Jennifer was too far gone in her own ecstasy to notice, though, as I pumped out four more jets of sperm.

I could feel the hot, sticky substance as it cooled on my chest and stomach, and I was concerned my cock was going to deflate before my daughter was finished when she suddenly went stiff. I lifted my hips once, sliding my cock one more time across her clit. She shivered and then collapsed on her elbows, her breasts straddling my chin. Jennifer grabbed my head with her forearms, digging her fingers through my hair, and hugged me firmly while keeping her body hovering over mine.

"Oh, Daddy! That was so good! I can't believe what a fantastic orgasm that was!"

I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and held her as we both caught our breaths. God! What a little nympho she was. I wish I had have met someone like her when I was young. The feel of her body in my arms was heaven, and I wanted it to last forever.

Without any warning, my daughter suddenly raised herself up and squirmed backward until her body was over my calves. Then she dropped down again and started licking the cum off my body.

"Oh, God, Daddy," she said as she licked her lips. "You taste so good. I don't understand why all girls don't like the taste of cum, especially after such a great climax."

She returned to her cleaning of the cum, licking up my neck and under my chin. It tickled as the tip of her tongue slid across my skin, but again I could feel my erection growing just from the eroticism of it all. Here I was with an absolutely beautiful blond nymphomaniac as she licked my cum off my body. This had to be every man's dream, but I had to remind myself that this wasn't just a beautiful girl; she was my daughter.

Suddenly, as if she just remembered something, she leaped up and dashed out of the tent.

"Daddy, I have breakfast ready!" I heard her call to me. "Hurry, before it gets cold."

I felt sticky from sweat and cum, but I climbed out of the tent anyway. 'Where's a shower when you need one?' I thought.

No sooner did I sit down on the log than Jennifer handed me a paper plate with two eggs, sausages and hashbrowns. A moment later, she handed me a cup of coffee and then sat beside me with her own plate and cup.

Unlike me, my little girl straddled the log so she could face me. She held her knees wide apart, leaving room for her plate on the log in front of her. I could see a glob of my cum stuck in the tangled tuft of her blond pubic hair, and her whole front glistened with a pink glow from the sweat of her recent orgasm.

"Man, am I hungry after that," Jen said. "That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. I hope you enjoyed it, too."

I admitted that I did, even though I once again felt remorse for enjoying my daughter in that way.

We sat there eating another wonderful breakfast. It was clear that Jennifer had practiced cooking while on her Girl Scout hikes because she was very good at it. The only problem with the meal was that I had to fight with my feelings for my daughter as I ate. On one hand, I could fall in love with her as a girl friend, which I knew was wrong. On the other hand, I was so proud of her as a father, which wasn't right since I had little or nothing to do with her upbringing. Then there was the animal lust that was burning inside me for her, which was a social taboo, but she seemed unconcerned and almost welcomed it.

"I want to go for another hike," she said as we enjoyed her meal. "This time, let's bring only food and water. No clothes. Okay?"

"I really don't think that's a good idea," I said. "We might run into a ranger or a family with kids or something."

"Well, like I said, if we run into a ranger or other hikers, I'll take care of it," she said. "I doubt we'll have any problem, but if there is, I know I can keep it from getting out of hand. Also, I'm sure we'll hear a family with kids before they see us. We can duck out of sight if we do."

"I don't know," I said. "It would make me very nervous, especially considering I'm supposed to be the responsible parent and all."

This made my daughter laugh. "Daddy, I'm an adult now, remember? I'm going to get into just as much trouble as you if we get caught, but we won't get in trouble."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Trust me," she said confidently. "The worst that will happen is that we'll be warned and told to put some clothes on."

"But we won't have any," I reminded her.

"I know," she said with a Cheshire cat grin. "We'll just have to give them our word that we'll get dressed when we return. While we're making our promise, though, they'll have plenty of opportunity to check us out. The risk of getting caught is extremely erotic," she went on the say, "but actually getting caught is even more exciting."

"How can you say that?" I asked.

"There's nothing like standing there completely naked in front of strangers," she explained. "Their reaction is so fun. Some are afraid to look and try as hard as they can to keep their eyes locked on yours, and then others glance around without ever actually focusing on any body part. It's so fun to just stand there without showing any modesty and watch them squirm. It's best when there's more than one. Then, while I'm talking to one, the others feel free to let their eyes wander. It gets me so hot knowing they're looking, and I get even more turned on when I see a bunch of boners develop. It's such a compliment, and I know they're getting all turned on by me."

"And you're not afraid that someone might want to take your virginity by force?" I asked.

"Nope," she said confidently. "First of all, if I lose my virginity that way, so be it. I'm not going to let it ruin my life. In most cases, I've got friends nearby that will come to my rescue if I were to yell, and I usually don't go too far with my sexuality when I'm alone. If I were alone, as I am on a date, I've found that voluntarily giving them some kind of sexual release is enough. It seems to sooth the 'savage beast' in them. If that didn't work, I'd like to think that my Marshal Arts training will help to defend me, especially now that they've had a climax. In the worst case, I would probably be in a situation where a number of guys were going to take turns with me. It's not likely I'm going to put myself in a situation where that could happen, but if it did, I'd try to roll with it. Hopefully by not fighting, I can gain enough control to avoid getting hurt."

Well, that didn't completely satisfy my concern, but it did sound like she'd thought it out. It's not like any girl is completely safe, and how can they be prepared for the unexpected. Of course I thought that Jennifer was really setting herself up, but she'd survived this far, and it's the hormone-imbalanced teenagers that would be the worst, so I guess she's okay.

As we were chatting and eating, I tried to keep my eyes off of her. I had just had another great orgasm, and I didn't need to get another erection, even though I was sporting a semi at the time. It would just encourage her, and I was finding it very difficult to deny her, but Jennifer wanted me to look at her.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" she said very gently. "Have I done something wrong?"

"Not at all," I replied. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, you're not looking at me this morning. You're sitting there looking off toward our neighbor's camp. Are you dreaming about being with one of the twins?"

I turned and faced her and said, "Absolutely not!"

"Then why won't you look at me?"

"Because... well, because it's hard," I said as I unsuccessfully tried to avoid looking anywhere but her eyes. How could I? She was just so sexy looking. She had a body to die for, and it was right there on display for all to see. Her pubic hair was thick with sperm, and her clit was peeking out from between her lips. She was sitting in such a way as to flaunt herself, and I really wanted to look.

"Ah, yes, it is," she said with a big grin.

I looked at where her eyes had drifted and saw that she was right, I was hard again. Damn, she was a minx!

"Boys seem to like it when I wear their cum, although it's a waste 'cause I don't get to taste it," she said casually as she took another bite of eggs. "Sometimes I can get them to climax three and four times just by letting them spray me and not cleaning up. It makes me feel real sexy, too." She looked down at the glob of cum still trapped in her fine pubic curls and then poked at her clit with the tip of her plastic fork. "See, my little bugger is stiff again, too."

"That isn't what I meant," I said, feeling my cock turn rock hard. "I was trying to say that it's very difficult for me to look at you sometimes. You are just so beautiful and sexy that I'm afraid I can't control myself, and I just know these feelings are wrong."

"They don't feel wrong to me," she said before she took a sip of coffee, "and I like looking at you, too. As long as you control yourself enough to let me keep my virginity, you can do anything you want."

"Oh, you are such a tease!" I exclaimed.

"But I'm not teasing, I'm serious," she said back with a big grin, "I do like to tease, though, but I won't leave you hanging like other girls. When you've had enough teasing, I can usually tell, but if I don't, let me know, and we can do something to take care of it."

Then, before I could respond, she said, "Okay, now, we need to get going. Here, give me your plate. Let's get the camp cleaned up so we can go hiking."

As we put out the fire and threw stuff into a backpack for lunch, I said, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant? You can be a virgin and still get pregnant, you know."

"Not really," she said as she threw her butt up in my face to pick up her boots.

Damn! What a beautiful ass, and her pussy lips were so inviting between her firm thighs. Even if I didn't ram my dick into her, I wanted to reach out and stroke those sexy lips and tight butt. It was everything I could do to hold myself back.

"I got a shot a few years ago that keeps me from getting pregnant," she went on. "I need to get the shot every five years, so until next year, I'm supposed to be safe."

She's been protected for four years already? When did she start? Has she been having "nonsex" with boys since she was 14? I just couldn't believe it. No, she must have gotten the shot and waited a few years before actually needing it.

Ten minutes later, we were hiking up the trail again toward our favorite swimming hole. This time we were both completely naked except for our hiking boots, and we didn't have anything we could put on in case of an emergency. It felt wierd, but arousing, too. There was something to being out in the wilds with nothing on. It was risky, but it was extremely exhilerating.

"I find it so erotic to hike naked like this," my daughter said. "Part of the thrill is the risk. The further we hike, the bigger the risk if we get caught. In a few hours, we'll be miles from the safety of our camp, and we'll have nothing to wear. We'll be completely exposed and without any means of protection. If we run into other hikers, we're just going to have to deal with it. I've been doing this with the girls on our hikes for years, and I've learned that the best thing to do is just act natural. There's nothing like the rush of having to stand completely naked in front of a total stranger and act like it's perfectly normal."

Suddenly, Jennifer was back to her stories of high school. I don't know if her stories were getting more sexual and erotic or if I just hadn't been listening before. She certainly wasn't embarrassed to tell me about her wild experiences, but I had to wonder how she got away with a lot of them, and I also wondered how she managed to keep her virginity.

Just as she was telling me about this one time when a friend of hers dared her to flash their history teacher, we were met by two young men hiking up an adjoining trail. The "boys" had to be in their twenties, were in amazingly great shape, and were dressed in tee-shirts, shorts and hiking boots. Both had a large backpack on their back that looked like it carried supplies for a month.

"Hi!" Jennifer said rather loudly. I'm not sure the boys even noticed us at first as they were coming up a hill and had their heads down to watch their steps.

One of the boys glanced up and said, "Hi," as he was about to pass us. It was almost comical the double take he did. He stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up a second time and noticably scanned Jennifer's body. His friend slammed into his back and almost fell backward as he, too, realized what had stopped his friend. Neither one seemed to notice me as they tried to collect their thoughts and recover their dignity.

"So, where are you boys headed?" Jennifer asked as she stood in all her glory facing the two young men.

Both guys sputtered and coughed before the first one said, "Uh, Price Peak."

"Is that far?" Jennifer asked as the boys ogled her.

"Actually, it's quite a ways," the second young man said. "We won't get there until tomorrow sometime."

"So, did we interrupt something?" the first guy asked as he acknowledged me.

"Not at all," I said, trying to act like being in the woods naked was normal.

"We were just hiking along this trail for a ways," Jennifer added, "and then we thought we'd go back to our favorite waterfall and rinse off."

The two young men wanted to know more about the waterfall, and Jennifer explained how warm the water was and what a great place it was to swim around. I just stood there and watched the reaction of these two with my daughter.

Just as Jennifer had said, it was actually fun to watch how these two handled themselves. Clearly they knew that with me there nothing was going to happen. Whichever of the two was talking did his best to maintain strict eye contact with Jennifer, occasionally glancing over at me. The other young man would take advantage of the opportunity to take in all of Jennifer's beauty. In no time, both boys were showing nice bulges in the front of their shorts.

"Well, we'll let you boys go," Jennifer said to them as she motioned for me to follow her. "I'm sure you've got a long way to go, and we don't want to keep you."

Jennifer then headed down the path from which the two young men had come, and I followed her. Both of the guys waved goodbye and watched her until we were out of sight, and I presume they continued on their journey.

"See? Wasn't that fun?" Jennifer asked.

"I guess so," I replied, thinking it was kind of strange.

"We've learned a few things by that little meeting," Jennifer said. "For one, you can do a great job of acting naturally when you have to. For another, you're not at all embarrassed to have an erection around other men."

This last comment shocked me. Then I realize that while watching Jennifer with the two strangers, I became highly aroused. I didn't even realize that it had caused my dick to become erect, but it did. If I had have known, I would have been so embarrassed.

"You see, Daddy, it has nothing to do with being gay or not," Jennifer said, apparently thinking an explanation was necessary. "The situation was erotic, and your body responded normally. You were aroused by me being viewed by two strange boys, and you saw that they both got erections. That's a turn on, whether you're attracted to them or not. There's no reason to be embarrassed."

Wow! What was I going to do with this daughter of mine? She had such a fabulous outlook on things. Was she completely without modesty? Does she live her life without any sense of embarrassment? What a great gift to have and to share.

Jennifer went on to tell me of her views of sexuality as we continued down the path. It was interesting to hear, and it sounded so open-minded and unaffected by social rules and morals. She explained that morals that protect people from harm and give people freedom are great, but morals that restrict love, affection and inter-personal enjoyment should be ignored. She explained how she'd read a lot about this subject and how society created restrictions for many reasons that are no longer valid, or at least shouldn't be valid. Besides disease, sexuality has been repressed because of jealousies, dependencies and other emotional insecurities.
"But, Jennifer," I interrupted, "not everyone is as beautiful and attractive as you are. There are men and women out there that are overweight, insufficiently endowed, deformed and generally ugly. Having these issues often brings about insecurities, which in turn can become jealousy. Not everyone is as well adjusted as you are."

"That may be, Daddy," she said, "but that's no reason to restrict everyone. Also, by hiding their issues, they are lying to the other people they meet. Imagine how you'd feel if you met this fabulous looking woman who was everything you ever wanted, but when you finally took her to bed, you found out it was a man dressed as a woman. Think of the time you wasted with this person. Think of the emotional strain that would put on you.

"On the other hand, there are plenty of men out there that would be extremely turned on by a man who could make himself look like a good looking woman. Men who weren't interested wouldn't get caught in the trap, and only men who are truly able to appreciate this person would get involved. The same is true for fat people and deformed people. There's a whole class of people that are attracted to big, beautiful women and people with deformities."

I wondered if there could ever be a society like that. Could our world actually survive with such an open attitude? It would be fun to find out.

"One other thing," Jennifer added. "Many people who are overweight and out of shape wouldn't be if they were naked all the time. If people were more honest and there was less deception, people would have less pain. Most people who are overweight have a deep emotional pain that they're carrying around and covering up with their fat. In some cases, they're keeping people away from them to prove their own lack of self worth. Sometimes they want to be right, and by being unattractive they prove they are unlovable. Sometimes they're so lonely they compensate by eating. The same is true for many people who are anorexic. They're obsessed with being thin to be attractive."

Just then we walked out into a big open field. Tall, green grass that was about waist-high stretched out in all directions in front of us. The dark, cool forest was behind us, and the snow-capped mountains were beyond the field behind a fine haze. It was beautiful.

"Ah, this will be perfect for a picnic," my daughter exclaimed as we stood there and admired the view.

We went in about 100 yards and then spread out the blanket, mashing the tall grass underneath it. It was almost like a big, thick feather bed by the time we were done.

I was about to open the backpack to get our lunch out when Jennifer stopped me.

"Now that we're in the sun, maybe I should put some suntan lotion on you," she said. "We wouldn't want you to get all burned. Afterward, you can put lotion on me."

My mind went into all those fantasies all men have of putting suntan lotion on a beautiful girl. Could I control myself with my daughter? I had to.

I lay down on my stomach while Jen straddled my butt and started squirting lotion all over my back. The lotion felt cold, but her warm, strong hands were amazing. Again her sports could be sensed by the strength of her massage as she spread the lotion around.

As she leaned into my back, I could feel her pussy rub against the cheeks of my ass. I was sure she was doing it on purpose, and the streaks of cool moisture that she left down there did not go unnoticed.

She didn't linger. She also didn't hesitate as she rubbed lotion into my butt cheeks and upper thighs. After going all the way down my legs, I expected her to stop, but she returned to my butt and upper thighs. I almost jumped out of my skin when her lotion-covered hand ran down my perineum and over my ball-sac. She then grabbed my balls and started rolling them in her hand, covering them with lotion in the process. My cock was hard as a rock when she was finished.

"Okay, Daddy, roll over," she commanded as she slapped me on the ass.

"That's all right, honey," I said as I rolled halfway over, hiding my erection from her. "I can put lotion on myself." Silly me.

"Nope! Not happening!" she said playfully. "I can't believe after what we've been through already that you had even a smidgen of belief that I was going to let you put suntan lotion on yourself... anywhere!" Then she let out a laugh. "Besides, I can't wait until you're putting lotion on me, and I don't expect you to miss one inch of my body, back or front! Now roll over all the way!"

Okay, so my fantasies were going to come true, with my daughter, no less. Oh well, might as well go with it and enjoy it.

I rolled the rest of the way onto my back, and I saw Jen's eyes lock onto my erection. It just amazed me how indiscreet she was about it as she smiled and her eyes twinkled.

"I see you liked my massage," she said with a grin.

She straddled my hips, resting herself on my groin as she squirted suntan lotion into her hand. She set the lotion down beside me and started massaging the cream into my chest and neck. She was committed to putting lotion everywhere as she even massaged the cream into my face and around my ears. I could feel her pussy sliding up and down my shaft as she had done that morning, and I realized she was working herself up while she was providing protection from the sun for me.

"You've got such a handsome body," she said as she worked. "I really love how toned your muscles are. You've got great pecs and a nice strong stomach. It makes rubbing this lotion in a pleasure."

Again she didn't linger as I would have expected. Jen methodically moved down my chest, over my stomach and along my hips. She seemed to ignore my erection when it got in her way as she ran her hands over my abdomen and through my pubic hair. It felt great as her massage continued down to my upper thigh. She was amazingly strong as her fingers worked the muscles while massaging in the suntan cream.

I was sure she would leave my cock and balls alone because she seemed to forget about them as she continued down my legs. Again she rubbed the cream into my calves and ankles with great skill, giving me the most relaxing massage I think I've ever had.

"Your legs are really nice looking, too," she continued as she worked. "Either you worked out a lot or your job was very physically demanding." I told her it was both. "Look at these calves of yours," she said admiringly. "You're going to have to let me give you more massages when we get home." Like that would be a problem.

Then I thought about going home with her. What would Sally think? Would my relationship with Jennifer come out? Would Sally divorce me? How would she react to it? Would Jennifer be open about what we did with her mom? I have to admit, it got me feeling very uncomfortable and nervous.

Once again I was wrong. When my daughter finished with my legs, her attention returned to my groin. Squirting a fresh dollop of cream into her hand, she proceeded to work it into my cock and balls. There was no doubt in my mind that she was giving me a hand-job and not just applying suntan lotion. Did I want her to stop? Yes and no. Did I make her stop? No.

"Mom is so lucky," she said as my daughter stroked my cock. "I hope I can find a boy with a dick as beautiful as yours. It's got such a nice shape, and it gets so hard. I don't know if the size is that important, just as long as it feels good inside me."

Her hands were bringing me very close to yet another orgasm. I was amazed at how her dainty fingers slid around my scrotum and over my glans. Then she would squeeze my shaft and stroke it vigorously before returning to massaging my balls and teasing my cock-head.

Just as I thought she was going to take me past the point of no return, she suddenly release my cock and said, "Okay, now put lotion on me." She flopped down on her stomach and waited.

"That was cruel," I said as I lifted myself up.

"I know," she said with a grin, "but you'll be glad I left you hanging later."

I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't bother to ask. I just grabbed the lotion and straddled her hips as she had done mine. My cock was so hard that it felt like it might snap off if brushed the wrong way. It pulsed over my daughter's spine, and I could see pre-cum building up and about to drip onto her back. Oh, well. I'll just rub it in with the lotion when I get down there.

Jennifer's skin was amazingly soft, smooth and silky. In spite of the firm muscles underneath, my daughter's body was all woman. If I hadn't already been erect, just running my hands over her exquisite back would have made me hard as a rock. Not a hint of tan lines could be seen anywhere as I rubbed the lotion into her soft skin, and I imagined she sunbathed topless. Considering there were no lines below her waist, I had to believe she went bottomless, too, or else she used a tanning booth.

I tried to give her as good a massage as she had given me, and from the sounds of her moans and sighs, I was successful.

As my massage came to her ass, I decided I wouldn't hesitate. This wasn't all that intimate, was it? Considering how it affected my state of arousal, it definitely was. God, was her ass nice. It was just the right amount of firm and malleable, and it had just the right amount of curve and fullness. Jennifer's hips were small, yet her butt was round and begging to be squeezed.

Unfortunately, I lost control to some extent. I just had to check out what lay between those beautiful cheeks. While squeezing and massaging her sexy gluts, I took a peek at the brown, puckered sphincter of her rectum. I couldn't help myself. I just had to touch it and run my finger around it, and I did. I forgot that Jennifer would feel it, and her reaction surprised me.

"Careful, Daddy," she said after my second loop around her tight little hole, "I'm a virgin there, too."

She didn't jerk away. She didn't criticize me or tell me to keep my hands away. She just told me to be careful.

I touched the entrance to her rectum, and her sphincter muscles seemed to move on their own. It was like feeding a fish as the muscles pulsed around my touch, almost demanding that I violate her.

As soon as the tip of my finger passed the puckered opening, she said, "That feels really nice, Daddy, but I'd prefer you don't go any further."

As strong as my lust was driving me, that's as far as I would go. I removed my finger and went back to rubbing lotion into her sexy globes.

"Sorry, honey, but you're just as beautiful back here, and I kind of lost control," I said quietly.

"That's okay," she mumbled back. "I trust you, and like I said, it felt really good."

I then moved down her legs to be squatting over her tiny feet. My cock was still rock-hard, and I could feel my balls brush against her heels as I massaged her upper thighs. Again I was taken by the view of her below me. Her thighs were strong and yet slender, and as I massaged them, her young pussy peeked out from between them. There was obvious moisture seeping out from between her lips, but I decided to do like she had done and massage that part of her after I finished her legs.

Massaging her legs was a treat, but when I got to her tiny feet, again I was overcome with lust. The feel of her feet in my hands, her tiny toes, the pads... it was so sexy it's a wonder I didn't blow my load just from the eroticism of it all, but I wanted to wait. I wanted to be highly stimulated when I massaged her pussy, which was just a couple feet away begging me to touch it.

As she had done to me, I finally moved up and put a little more lotion in my hands. My little girl knew exactly what I was doing as her legs spread just a little to give me better access. In her new state, I could see her pussy dribbling her juices just waiting to be caressed.

Gently, I slid my hand down, palm up, sliding my finger tips against her perineum and down over her pink lips. I could feel the rougher texture of her skin there, and her lips released a pulse of liquid at my touch. She moaned as I continued to stroke her lips, allowing one finger to slip between them. Reaching all the way up, I could feel her stiff little clit quivering at the tip of her lips, and then I slid my hand back down to stroke around the entrance to her vagina. Each stroke was met with a low gutteral moan from my sweet, innocent daughter.

Jennifer didn't flinch when I let my index finger slip into her vagina to explore her inner regions. I felt her hymen just an inch or so inside, but I didn't dare put any pressure on it. My daughter didn't balk but just moaned as I let my finger feel around inside.

She was extremely wet and hot, and there was no doubt that she was highly aroused. I used her juices to lubricate her lips so I could slip over her clit again before returning my digit to her love canal. Her vaginal walls started to pulse against my finger, so I pulled it out and said, "Okay, honey, roll over."

As my gorgeous daughter rolled onto her back, she said, "I guess payback is a bitch, isn't it?"

"Whatever to you mean?" I asked with feigned innocence.

"You had me right on the verge of an orgasm, you nasty old man, you," she said with a grin. "So, finally you have learned to deny me of something I want."

She was right. This was the first time I had denied her, but it felt good. For some reason, it never occurred to me that it was wrong to even consider touching her in a way that would give her a climax, and thus it never entered my mind that getting her close and leaving her unsatisfied was just as bad or worse. It's worse because it only encourages her to be all the more sensuous and manipulative in her sexual ways.

Now I looked down on my baby as she lay before me waiting for me to massage suntan lotion into her whole front side. She looked so perfect. Her breasts had flattened a little and now bulged more at the sides, but her overall shape couldn't be any better. Her golden-blond hair splayed out under her head like a halo reflecting the sun.

Again I straddled her hips and started working lotion into her shoulders and across her chest. As she had done, I massaged cream into her beautiful face, neck and around her ears. My cock was so close to a spontaneous orgasm that I was careful not to touch it against her or by mistake as I massaged her body. Her breasts were soft and warm to the touch, but her nipples were like pebbles in the palms of my hands. I had to twist them gently and pull a little, and I was rewarded with a soft moan.

I rubbed down her ribs, feeling them just a fraction of an inch below the surface of her soft skin. Her stomach was amazingly firm, and I imagined her sliver of a bellybutton filled with my sperm. Damn, what a pervert I was.

I continued down, avoiding her pussy for now. Her hips were amazing. She had an impressively flat abdomen, and her hip bones bulged on either side. My fingers brushed across the blond whisp of pubic hair as it traversed the expanse between her hips.

Continuing down, I watched her pussy lips open slightly as I worked her upper thighs, revealing to me the moisture that was still being produced within. It was a true test of my wills to keep from driving my turgid member deep within her, but I managed to restrain myself.

Again I enjoyed her calves, ankles and tiny feet before returning to that secret spot that I desired most of all. I had to control myself as I gently massaged a new blob of suntan lotion over her swollen mons. The moan that escaped her lips told me she was enjoying my touch, so I continued on. Again I let one finger dip between her moist labia as I rubbed up and down. I could feel her stiff clit sliding along the pads of my fingers, but I only allowed them to brush it gently.

Then I dipped two fingers between her lips and up into her vagina. I received no objection. She actually lifted her hips slightly to meet my fingers, so I returned to massaging up and down and allowing my fingers to repeatedly slip into her but never far enough to damage her cherry.

Once again I could feel her insides pulse as she approached orgasm, but this time, I didn't stop. She had given me so much pleasure these last few days, I just had to take her all the way. It didn't take long.

Suddenly, she sat up and grabbed my forearm with the strength of a lioness, holding it as her entire body tensed. As hard as she was holding onto me, I could still move my fingers and massage her most sensitive spot while dipping my fingers repeatedly into her dripping pussy. She shuddered, and I watched and felt her insides convulse over and over. Jennifer's face had turned a bright pink which traveled down her neck and over the upper part of her chest.

I swear she climaxed for ten minutes, and she didn't breathe until it was over. I'm sure that's an exaggeration, but it sure seemed that way.

When she finally pushed my arm away from her, she collapsed on the blanket and gasped for air. She panted for what seemed like another five minutes while she went through multiple aftershocks. I swear she never looked so beautiful.

"Oh my God!" she finally gasped. "These orgasms are getting better and better. No wonder I was born exactly nine months after you and Mom got married. I'm surprised she didn't have a litter."

I lay beside her for about an hour before we decided to break out the food. I think we both fell asleep for a while because it seemed like just a few minutes.
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