aroused her even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him close, kissed his lips lightly with her own, and whispered, 'Daddy, I love you so much. Please fuck me. Please, I want it the first time from the man I love most in all the world.'
She shivered as she felt his hands suddenly glide over her full tits, making her rubbery nipples swell even more and become even harder. He couldn't help himself. His hands had to touch her. And while one hand caressed her pink nipples, the other slid along her spine to touch the cheeks of her round ass. His fingers sank into the cushioned flesh, his nails almost cutting into her.
'Bernadette, please, please don't do this,' he murmured. 'Please, stop it now while it can be stopped.'
He tried to release her, but she clung all the more tightly to him, raising herself a little so his fingers could get a better grip on her ass. It also brought her tits into contact with his face. His mouth seemed to open of its own accord and simply engulf her soft tit. His tongue swirled over the nipple while his lips sucked at it as if trying to milk it.
Suddenly his hands were moving here and there, touching every part of her youthful body at once, and igniting new and different kinds of heat inside her. Even watching the sex movies hadn't aroused her as his hands now did. She felt aroused and thrilled all over, and she rubbed her seething little box against the pressure of his seeking fingers as his mouth continued madly sucking her tit. He sucked with his lips, puffing on the nipple, trying to enlarge it. Then he bit it with his teeth, causing raging fires to start all over her body, and finally his tongue licked the nipple where his teeth had bitten, as if trying to apologize for the pressure of his teeth.
Bernadette wiggled her body, and once again feeling the poking cock as it pressed up against his pants. Her ankles were crossed as she wiggled on his lap, feeling the pressure of his cock-head pushing into her ass. Meanwhile his fingers continued rubbing her moss-covered cunt-mound while his other hand pressed on the base of her spine. His lips released one boob and moved to the other, letting his tongue and teeth alternate on it, as well, making her shudder all the more.
All during the movie, Bernadette had watched the fucking couples on the screen and imagined herself to be the girls in the pictures. But what she was feeling now far surpassed anything she might have imagined she'd feel as new fires began lighting all over her from the blast furnace inside her sopping cunt.
She put her hand against the fingers playing with her cunt hairs and pressed them all the harder into her gash. They seemed like white-hot fingers, literally searing her tender labes. She could feel his middle finger wiggling around, teasing the outer rim of her cunt-lips, and making her hump back and forth as she gasped for breath. He fingered her snatch, and she could feel her labes wanting to part like flower petals to let him in. And then she felt her cunt-juice start to bubble and flow as his finger slowly pushed its way into her slit. She nearly fainted with joy.
It was all so unbelievably wonderful she couldn't fully understand it. Her stomach felt all tight inside, and her legs were rubbery, and she found breathing suddenly joyously difficult. Her entire body was taut and she shuddered with delight, knowing her wonderful father was making love to her.
His finger moved tenderly, lightly caressing her quivering clitoris as it withdrew, covered with her sopping twat-cream. More and heavier oil began working its way from deep inside her flaming pussy, oozing straight through her steaming canal and leaking out between her soft pussy-flaps onto the sheets below. Some of it leaked down into her ass-crack and soaked into her shitter.
Bernadette could feel it all, and yet all she cared about were the wonderful sensations building in her frothing snatch as her daddy's finger slid in and out, stopping to caress her tingling clit. It made her wriggle delightedly.
His other hand continued caressing her nipples, first massaging one and then the other, keeping them both filled with blood and fully enlarged. Occasionally his palm would slide down from her full boobs and start caressing her slightly curved belly or her slender waist, moving in a tantalizing criss-cross designed to tickle every part of her.
Bernadette used her own hand in an attempt to push her father's finger even deeper in her box, and through the heated bolts of breath she heard him pleading with her to stop him. Tears were coming from his eyes.
Her own hands slid under his shirt and undershirt, feeling the woolly hairs on his chest as her fingers began running over his torso delicately, sending needles of tortured thrills through him. She could feel the delicate points of his small nipples, and rubbed her thumbs across them as he had done to her boobs. He tumbled her onto the bed and threw himself on top of her.
His mouth kissed her throat strongly, and with her hands she clamped his head tightly to her. He continued kissing her throat for a long time, while one of his hands continued playing with her sweet little pussy. After a while his mouth moved lower again, his lips once again sucking each nipple in turn, licking it furiously, biting and chewing it, and then, instead of returning to her sensitive throat again, his tongue began licking lower, blazing a tantalizing trail across her lower abdomen, making her feel as if liquid lava were seeping from her pores. He stopped once, at her navel, and let his tongue lightly rove around inside for a few minutes. She began churning her lower body, almost anticipating what would happen next, but not daring to believe it.
She felt his tongue now move until it had dipped into the crease where her right leg joined her torso. The tongue followed the length of the crease up, and then down, and her crotch began grinding madly in anticipation of what would happen next. Actually Bernadette hadn't meant to grind, but it was as if that part of her body had gone completely out of control, jerking wildly in heaving spasms, as if trying to aim her sopping slit at his licking tongue.
Bernadette didn't really understand the reason for what she was doing. Somehow she just couldn't control herself. She ground her leaking cunt around and around, pushing it higher and higher, opening her thighs ever wider, leaving him the full exposure of her creaming gash.
Her hands were still pressing against his head, and now her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as she began yanking his head lower in the hope of shortly feeling his mouth press against her seething snatch.
But her daddy would not be hurried. He was totally lost in the magnificent pleasure of his daughter's body, fully enjoying himself now that he'd surrendered to her, and he moved his mouth at a very slow, purposeful, tantalizing pace.
To Bernadette the slowness was sheer torture, but it was so overwhelming and provocative she slammed her juicing cunt against him all the harder, feeling her labes literally drooling with lubrication.
Her sweet cunt was so wet, Bernadette was afraid she might have unknowingly taken a piss. But this was a different kind of liquid leaking out of her. It was stickier, yet slicker, and it built a new, frenzied kind of thrill inside her. And oddly, her father seemed all the more aroused when his cheek came in contact with the pussy- syrup.
His hands began to move under her tight, round butt-cheeks, his fingers squeezing them as his mouth moved ever closer to her dripping gash. With his fingers pressing into her ass-cheeks, his thumbs dug into the sides of her crotch, forcing her furry cunt-mound higher so that it almost stood out from between her thighs. His tongue was licking lower in the joint of her thigh, almost touching the hair-surrounded labes, making more and more slippery juice ooze from her pouch like pussy. And then he lifted his mouth, opened it wide, and set it down right on her sopping slash.
Bernadette almost fainted the feeling was so completely devastating. It was as if a bolt of lightning had come down out of the heavens and slammed right into her cunt. She began violently rubbing her hair-fringed box up and down, thrilling to the way the flat of his tongue slurped through her simmering crack straight on up to her shivering clitoris, pressing it harder and harder, making her want to scream. It slid down from her quivering clit and sank into her steaming cunt-hole, slurping in and out, rubbing her pussy walls, drinking her twat-cream as it came running into his mouth. And all the while his fingers continued lightly dancing along her inner thighs, caressing the soft white flesh, making her writhe all the more. And then his hands went running up to her tits again, pinching and pulling the nipples, squeezing them, arousing her even more.
Her fingers tightened their hold on his hair, tugged him closer, jamming his face ever-deeper into her flaming cunt-hole, thrilling to the way his tongue seemed to stab all the deeper into her anxious snatch, thereby making more pussy juice come pouring out. And then she found his lips and tongue were licking and sucking her cunt in rhythm to the way she was bouncing her body.
Bernadette found herself shuddering all over. Something, she couldn't quite tell what, was about to happen to her. She had seen the women in the movies acting this way, but she hadn't believed they were really feeling anything. No woman went that crazy. And yet now she herself was moaning in the exact same way the women in
