The naughtiest virgin(17)

I had his belt and the first button of his pants undone. I quit for a minute and wiggled down on his lap, snuggling my head against his hairy chest. I began playing with the hair on it, running my fingers and nails over it. He was thoroughly enjoying my attentions, I was enjoying the feel of his cock against my bare ass. It was still in his pants, but it was hard and I could feel it pulsing against my bare bottom. His hands were caressing my shoulders sensuously. It felt delightful.

"Daddy, I think right and wrong is not up to everyone, but up to the individual. It's what's right for them. If it makes us happy and pleases us, then it's right for us, as long as it doesn't hurt others or infringe on them in any way. What do you think?"

I was running my fingers along his stomach and his hand was stroking my spine and the small of my back, curving to stroke my curves, lingering on the round, firm muscles of my ass cheek, then over my hip and along the upper part of my leg. My hand had unhooked his zipper. My wiggling around caused it to unzip about an inch or so.

"I think you're right. At least, I do right now."

"Daddy, take your pants off. No, better yet, let me do it."

I jumped off his lap as he reached to finish unzipping them. I caught the waist and pulled them down. He raised his hips as I pulled them free from under him. Then I slid them down. Taking them off, I laid them aside, undid his shoes, taking them and his socks off. I can't explain why, but I had an uncontrollable urge to kiss his feet and I did, each toe, until I had kissed and run my tongue over each toe and every inch of his feet. He reached down, caught me under my arms, and pulled me up and onto his lap. His eyes met mine and I felt more love and need than I'd ever felt in my life. Tenderly, love swept through me, turning me weak like putty. Everywhere we touched I felt a tingling, prickly fire. I could see and feel all the love in the world one person could ever feel for the other, as if he were worshipping me through to my soul. It was making my spirit soar in rapture, knowing he alone really loved and wanted me, needed me as I needed him.

My stomach was fluttering like a thousand butterflies were loose in it, but I wasn't trembling nearly as much as my dad. I could feel all my love draining out of me and, washing over him; and through him. I knew, no other love would, ever equal what the two of us were feeling and sharing at that moment, that there could be no wrong in anything we did, that the love we held for each other made everything right. We were heady with the love we felt and the taste of our forbidden fruit, for our feast was there, before us.

He took my face in his trembling hands as he had a thousand times since I was a little girl, but now there was something more meaningful in it than there had ever been before. He slowly drew me to him, and began kissing my forehead, eyes, nose, chin, each kiss adding little fires to the ones already dancing through me. As his lips closed on mine, I felt a climax burst in me, sending a quiver of pleasure racing through me. His tongue sought my mouth. He ran it inside my lips, over my teeth, under my tongue and over it. It felt like a hot poker in my mouth as he explored. I sucked on his tongue, running my tongue around his as I slid an arm around his neck, and an arm around his back, pulling him against me as fiercely as I could.

I wanted to crawl totally into his body, submerge myself in him so I'd be one with him, welded and fused together from now until eternity. Our kiss only seemed a moment, yet aged and grew up in those moments by leaps and bounds. His hands explored my flesh, his flesh as he came to know it.

As our kiss broke, I realized I'd been moaning. He picked me up. I could feel his hard cock bumping against my butt as he walked. It felt like a red hot piece of steel burning me at each step. He carried me up the stairs to his room where he laid me on the bed, then crawled onto it beside me, scooting me to the middle.

He bent, kissing me along my neck and ears, across my shoulders. A hand explored my tits, tweaking the burning hard nipples. He tongued over and around my throbbing nipples, they felt like they would pop straight off. A free hand was playing over and teasing the flesh on my stomach, running his fingers through the hairs on my mound of love.

Each touch of his burning tongue made my body tingle, squirm, writhe, and twist beneath it, each lick a flame shooting into my core. He passed by my mound, going down one leg, licking my flesh. He licked each toe, sucking them into his mouth, running his tongue between them. Then he did the same to the other foot as he began working his way back up my other leg. It was driving me bananas.

At my hip, he rolled me onto my stomach, brushing my hair out of the way. He began giving my shoulders and back a tongue bath. His hands stroked my burning flesh, caressing my round buttocks, sending spasms and chills of pleasure racing along my spine as he worked downward.