Her first orgasm in her father's hot embrace had her gasping for breath. She was only vaguely aware, as she writhed and twisted, that his mouth had left her titties and was blazing a hot wet trail down her flat firm belly. He paused to dart his tongue into her tiny navel, while his hand tangled in her sparse golden pubic hair as he slipped her wet bikini bottom down past her shapely thighs.

"Oooh… ooohhh… oh Daddy! Ooohhh!" Paula moaned as her father's insistent middle finger slid teasingly along the lewdly exposed slit of her virginal cunt.

"You like that, honey?" her father gasped, his voice shaky with his own lust.

"Oh Daddy! Yes… yes!"

This is how I wanted it! I wanted Daddy to be the first. Oh it's so good!

Her father's lips moved gently across Paula's satin-soft belly, his tongue blazing a wet trail around her pubic curls toward her already moist pussy flesh.

"Open your legs, honey," he said, slipping his finger into the moist folds of her pussy lips. His other hand caressed the gentle swell of one of her luscious tits. "I'll show you how good it feels to be loved."

A moment later Paula felt her father's hungry tongue on the tiny button of her clitoris. "Ooohhh!" Paula moaned.

Her father's prodding tongue gave her innocent body the most wonderful sensation she had ever experienced. It was better by far than the feeling she got when she fingered her pussy each night in bed. It was better too, than the way she felt when Tommy Sanders got his hand inside her blouse and grasped her tits. Or even that one time he got his hand up under her skirt and grabbed her pussy.

Her father's caresses were skillful – so subtly seductive that Paula was amazed that anything could possibly feel that good. It was as if her pulsating flesh were melting beneath his magic fingers and tongue. Paula fell into a trance of pure rapture as her clitoris radiated thrills of desire to every nerve-ending in her feverish young body.