He reached for her glass that still had a hearty swig in it and handed it to her. "Here, sweetheart. This will relax you." As Paula drained the glass, her father cuddled up close beside her.

His mouth settled on hers again and his arms went around her. His fingers found the strings which tied behind her slender neck to hold up her bikini bra. Casually he untied them and drew the flimsy garment from her tits. Paula's peach-shaped mounds were exposed for her father's eyes to enjoy and his hands to fondle.

While her father's hands lovingly caressed each luscious globe, his lips mashed against hers in a continuation of their kiss.

Paula was in near ecstasy. Compared to the boys who grabbed her tits and gave her rough and inconsiderate kisses, her father's mouth was absolute magic.

As her father's hard muscled loins crushed against her writhing body, his long hard cock rubbed excitingly against Paula's quivering pubic mound. It made her forget everything but the hot sensuality that flowed through her. Who cared that a man who was going to do it to her was her father? Who would know? Even if Mom came back earlier than expected and caught them like this, what did it matter? All that mattered was this delicious heat inside her and the reckless certainty that she was going to discover still more thrilling secrets from her wonderful father.

As his mouth moved from hers and settled onto one of those warm tender tits, Paula could feel herself building up to a marvelous climax. Even in her virgin state she knew a lot about climaxes.

She'd been getting herself off nearly every night before she dropped off to sleep, and sometimes during the day, if there was nobody around to catch her in the act of fingering her pussy. But this was even better. She could tell that already.

Her father's busy mouth and tongue teased her nipples unmercifully. At times she thought her entire tit would be swallowed whole. She moaned incoherently, and her buttocks threshed about on the blanket.