To say I was excited would be an understatement.  My heart fluttered in my chest as my mind raced with all the possibilities the afternoon might bring.  I grabbed our clothes from the beach, bending over directly in front of him, my wet white thong leaving little to the imagination, then led him to the cabin.  We had barely made it through the door as I deposited the clothes on the chair and turned to kiss him. I was eager, lustful. And it showed.

“I want you to lick me, like you did before,” I demanded, smiling. He looked at me with a shocked look on his face.

“OK, sweetie,” he strained to respond.

I went to the couch, stripping my thong, and sat with my legs spread and inviting. Daddy kneeled in front of me, then hooked my thighs and pulled me towards the edge of the cushion. I put my feet on the coffee table, lay back against the couch, and waited with giddy excitement. He began immediately. The moment his lips touched me, I felt a shock of pleasure run through my body.   My hands shot into his hair and pulled him closer as I began to move against his tongue. 

He continued his soft Australian kisses as his facial hair taunted me. He ran his beard along my inner thighs as his tongue flicked at my clit.  The teasing tickle and mix of pleasure was nice, but I wanted him on my pussy the way he had done before. I brought him back to my aching desire, and he took the hint, devouring me with vigor.  He gently inserted a finger and began to massage my G-spot as he sucked on my clit, fully exposing it before rapidly flicking it with his tongue.  The sensation sent courses of pleasure through my body, drawing a moan from my lips.  My hands kneaded his head as I ground against his face, his tempo constant, but his attention switching from hard to soft licks. 

Without warning, my body decided to bring the show to a crescendo. Waves of electricity began to wash over my body as my orgasm built. My hands locked into his hair as I held his face tight to my dripping hole, grinding against him as my breath matched my hip thrusts, coming in jerky shots.

After what seemed like minutes, I was able to release my grip on his hair.  I remembered how to breathe and tried to catch my breath as I felt my walls spasming uncontrollably, my juices running in a stream to the couch cushions.  He dared not waste any and lapped hungrily at the sweet flow. A fresh jolt of energy coursed through my body as I jumped away from the sensation. He grabbed my thighs, holding me in place, and plunged his tongue deep within my womb, his tongue working out every drop of my climax.  He groaned with animalistic desire.  Hearing that refueled my lust, but the sensations had grown unbearable.

“Too much! Too much!” I tried fighting the sensitivity, but my body instinctively arched away from his tongue.

He released me, and I sank back onto the couch. I gave him a devilish smile as I stood, my legs threatening to give out, but I didn’t have far to go as I bent over the arm of the couch.

“I want to try this way,” I cooed.

He stood behind me and ran his cock down the length of my soaked and sensitive slit. I arched my back at the sensation of it as he attempted to enter.  Unfortunately, that stopped all forward progress.  He corrected me, having me thrust my hips back and arch my back the other way, allowing the correct angle for entry. He tried again. This time, he slid in, and my muscles contracted around him involuntarily, eliciting a moan from me as he slowly slid deeper. 

I don’t know how deep he was, but I could feel it in my belly, a mix of pleasure and pain, and butterflies, and sensitivity. He stroked softly, only moving a little in and out, but every thrust caused my muscles to squeeze down on him.

“Take it easy, sweetie,” he groaned, “that’s a lot of stimulation.”

I laughed and shot him another naughty smile. I moved forward, sliding him out of me, then rose and pulled him toward the bedroom.

“There’s more I want to try,” I said, as I laid him onto the bed.  I pulled a condom from under the pillow where I had hidden it earlier and placed it on his stoic soldier. I climbed on top, straddling him with my back to him.

“Reverse cowgirl?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered as I tried to position his soldier properly in the trenches.  After a few frustrating tries, I looked at him and said, “This is harder than it looks.”

“Lean to me,” he said. I did as I was told and was able to slide him in with ease. He slowly leaned me forward.

“I…uh. That’s really up there. I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I hated to admit.

“Too much?”

“Yes,” I answered and slid him back out.  I retrieved the small vibrating ring that came with the condoms.  I put it on his cock and turned it on.  His cock leaped up with the vibration, making me giggle.

I climbed back on top of him and nestled him against my wet pussy.   I moved slowly, gliding my pussy along every inch of his shaft.  It didn’t take much for me to make his shaft slippery with the flow of orgasmic juices.  I wanted more. I had longed for this; I would wait no longer.  I slid forward and began to work his length into me.  I moved, sliding him in and out, edging him deeper with each stroke.  I finally reached the small vibrating egg attached to the ring.  With him fully seated inside me, I felt very full, and the dual sensation of the vibrator caused me to jerk as my muscles spasmed around his cock.

He laughed at my reaction, “Still sensitive?”

“Yes,” I nodded. I cautiously eased back down, prepared for the surge of sensation that would greet me. I exhaled long and slow as I fought the onslaught of sensations.  I rode him with deliberate slowness, grinding my clit against the vibrating egg.  He grabbed my ass and controlled my tempo as I continued to thrust against him.  The climaxes passed over me in waves, my breath coming in ragged bursts, and every muscle in my body pulsing in tune.

We would pause to allow the sensation to pass, then continue, the short strokes keeping me on the verge of constant orgasm as his head persistently massaged my G-spot.  With all of the suddenness of a lightning strike, my body was consumed by new heights of sensation as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had consumed me. I plunged my face into his neck as I held him tightly, my groans muffled by the pillow. Every muscle contracted with my spasms.  My fingers gripped the sheets, my arms squeezed tighter, as did my legs, and I could feel my walls clamping on his shaft like a vise.  Stars burst behind my eyes as the room turned dark. I thought I was going to pass out from the intensity.

Finally, my body began to relax, and my vision returned to normal.  I lay as still as I could; every fiber of my body was electrified.  Daddy began to move.

“Thzzthzzthz,” was the only sound my mouth could produce. The sound mimicking the overload of electricity coursing through my body with even the slightest movement.  I forced my mouth to open, for my voice to work. “Wait, Wait,” I whispered weakly, unable to bear anything else.

He waited, and God bless him for it. Even the slightest movement fired electric bursts through me, and breathing was even difficult for a few minutes.  After what seemed like a very long time, I attempted to move again, slowly, deliberately, as every move still set my body ablaze and any wrong (or right) move could send me crashing over a cliff into orgasmic bliss.

I was not going to let this beat me. Finally, I managed to eke out, “I want you to come.”

“Come with me.”

What he was asking was not impossible, quite the opposite, one loving touch could take me to the heavens once more. Though the journey there could be very short, it was the destination that made me nervous.  The last orgasm had taken me to new heights, but my body was still vibrating with the effects. Where would another orgasm take me?

I wanted him to feel that too. I nodded and began to rock, but could not keep my rhythm; every movement caused me to jerk and twitch.  He put his hands on my hips and took over, thrusting up to meet me. I groaned in pleasure.

“You O.K.?” he asked.

“Mmhmm, not so deep,” I replied. He felt impossibly huge inside me now. 

He began short, fast strokes. This threatened to send me over the edge almost immediately, but I struggled to control it, wanting to come with him.  I focused on his beautiful face, trying to read it, to know when he was close.

“Are you ready?” He asked, not a moment too soon, and I nodded. “Me too.”

His pace quickened, and his strokes became deeper as his hands pulled my hips into him. He grunted as his methodical strokes became more erratic and he drove into me harder. My body responded with an orgasm that left me twitching uncontrollably, both of our bodies soaked in sweat and fluids of passion.

As he began to soften, I rolled onto the bed and lay beside him. He turned off the vibrating ring, then pulled me tight and held me.

“Was it everything you wanted?” he asked.

“There was more I wanted to try, but not today. I don’t think I can handle any more. That was amazing,” I responded with unsteady breath.

My body hummed.  My mind was elated. And I knew I was his.  After a few moments, I dozed off.  When I awoke, He had already gotten up and cleaned himself.  I helped him remake the bed and got ready to leave.

“Thank you for letting me experiment,” I said, heat flushing my face.

He beamed radiantly. “Anytime.”