Chapter 4

"Your mom said we had this suite for two nights?" I repeated, asking a question.

"Yes, that's what she said," Penny remarked pausing, her fingers deep inside her pussy.

"Don't stop," I said pointing to her lower body.

Smiling, she began working her forefinger and index finger in and out.

I stared at her fingers a full minute. I could see she her rhythm was increasing, obviously enjoying teasing me. I grasped my prick and began slowly stroking the base of my shaft, allowing my prick head freedom, giving the appearance of waving at her. She locked her eyes on my prick and my eyes were on her pussy. She was breathing rapidly and I knew she was near.

I continued stroking and looked up to her face. She was near to completion and the expression on her face was intriguing. She was biting her lip. When she began a low moan, I knew she was within seconds of coming.

"Four fingers, -- use four fingers," I exclaimed in a louder voice, drawing her attention.

"What -- what?" she moaned.

"Use four fingers, push your hand in your pussy," I said as I began rapidly stroking my shaft.

I was reaching the point I no longer saw her as my daughter, just a woman nearing the ultimate, total sexual gratification. I was coming closer to my own gratification and I began uttering low moans. She worked three, and then four fingers, in her wet opening, groaning much louder. I watched her a full minute and was within seconds of reaching my release point when I saw her wavering, her body leaning back and forth.

"OOOOhhhhhhh," she cried as her head snapped back and I knew she reached the desired goal. She was coming.

She was unaware I left the bed and had dropped to my knees before her, until I forced two fingers in her pussy, joining the remaining two she was working in and out. Her cry became shriller and her rocking motion accelerated with the addition of my fingers in her juicing hole. She was reaching a plateau, she in all probability, never imagined. As with all great orgasms, there is that one moment of the ultimate exhilaration and from there life fails to exist.

That had to be the case with Penny, life failed and she went limp. She crumbled into my arms and only by sheer luck was I able to retain my balance in my unorthodox position. Unconsciously, I stood with her in my arms, and walked to the bed. I laid her on her back and brushed the hair from her face. Her face yielded a radiant glow and the smile appeared permanent. Without hesitating, I leaned and kissed her soft lips, her nose, and chin.

I looked across her body and watched as her stomach and chest expanded and contracted. Sitting on the edge of the bed gently, not wanting to disturb her, I rested my hand on her rising stomach and gloated. She was my daughter and a true vision of loveliness. Some young undeserving boy would claim her one day, however for the time being, she was mine.

I felt serene and contented resting my hand on her warm flesh. It was three, perhaps four minutes before I saw her eyes fluttering. In the time span of the next minute, she gathered her faculties and realized where she was and what she experienced. All the while, I could only smile as any words I had to say would have spoiled the moment.

Speaking softly with a smidgeon of worry in her voice, she said, "Dad, I feel I should be embarrassed however I'm not. Is that good or bad?"

"What -- why should you feel embarrassed?" I asked responding in a soft gentle voice.

"Well, the way I acted, it's not... well it's not normal behavior, but Mrs. Fisher, and mom, said it was okay to act the part of a -- slut," her face cringed and she added, "in the bedroom."

"Your mom and Mrs. Fisher are right. A man wants to see his lover as pure and virginal, as you are now. An instant later, when he begins to feel frisky, he wants his lover to become a complete slut. From experience you know 'that moment' when your insides explodes passes much too quickly, and then your logic returns. That former slut passed with the explosion," I said softly.

Penny's eyes watered and she stretched her arms to me, pulling me tightly against her unclothed body.

She whispered, "Dad that makes me feel wonderful to hear you say that. I'll be your slut anytime."

She drew back and if on queue, our lips came together. The kiss, long and passionate, left us breathing rapid and irregular. I could see my smile in her bright eyes when our lips parted.

"Dad, could we order our breakfast through room service, I don't want to get dressed. -- Not yet anyway, mom gave me more than one suggestion," she said laughing mischievously.

"And I presume you're going to lie like that as they serve us," I remarked.

She laughed that mischievous laugh again, "Do you think they would mind?"

It was my turn to laugh.

"If you stay in that position we'll be guaranteed instant service today," I remarked rising and walking to the phone.

I ordered a deluxe breakfast for each and slipped into my trousers. She merely laughed as I buckled up. I wasn't positive but I felt she enjoyed teasing. We made our plans for the day as we waited, and when the tapping on gained our attention, Penny hadn't moved. I walked to the door and admitted the young server. His eyes immediately went to Penny and I was startled. She cheated. She left her breasts exposed; however, she had pulled the sheet over her midsection, and turned her head to the wall.

"If you require anything further just ask for Jacob," the young man said as he backed gracefully from the room. His eyes never left Penny.

She heard the door close and I heard her excited words spoken rapidly.

"I did it!"

"Prick tease," I responded quickly.

"What do you mean?" she asked laughing.

"You're a prick tease, you just dangled your body in front of him, and not all of it at that. When I was growing up I would classify you as a Grade 'A' prick tease," I answered.

Her mouth opened and formed an 'O'.

"You didn't expect me to show him everything, -- did you?" she questioned.

"All or none, no tease or prick tease," I responded sitting at my breakfast tray. "Are you going to eat?"

I didn't look directly into her eyes as we gobbled the breakfast. I did however let her see the shit-eating grin I kept on my face. She started laughing when she pushed her empty plate to the center of the table. I finally looked up and began laughing with her. We stopped laughing and she moved from her chair and straddled my legs. I cupped her spread pussy with one hand and pulled her head to me, pressing our lips together. I let my fingers slowly and lightly tease her slit, paying particular attention not to touch her clit.

"Mmmm," she moaned and pressed her mound against my fingers, however I pulled my hand back continuing to lightly touch her warm lips.

"Touch me, put your fingers inside," she moaned when our lips parted.

"Teasing fingers for a prick tease," I said softly.

Her eyes opened wide and she said sternly, "Stop teasing and put your fingers inside me."

I shook my head left and right and displayed my shit-eating grin. We stared at one another for three or four minutes. I was waiting on her next verbal blast when the tapping on the door interrupted our stare.

"Room service, I'm here to take your soiled dishes," a young voice sounded.

She slipped from my legs and pranced toward the bed. I opened the door and Jacob's eyes went directly to the bed. I stepped back and let him enter. I glanced at the bed and Penny was on her back, one knee pulled up, leaving the second strait. Her bare pussy looked inviting, as her lips parted just enough make you aware there was something inviting inside. Her breasts rested gracefully on her chest as her hair fell tantalizing across her face. It was a striking, prick-raising pose. It served its purpose because I saw the lump in the server's trousers as he backed from the room.

When she heard the door close, she didn't say a word. The smile on her face said it all. I began removing my trousers and she looked me in the face as she buried three fingers into her pussy. I approached the bed, however her words stopped me from joining her.

"I feel you are wrong," she said boldly, the inviting smile remaining on her face.

Confused I asked, "Wrong! About what?"

"Your definition of a prick teaser, we have a difference of opinion," she stated removing her active fingers from her pussy and sitting upright.

"Would you explain our differences please?"

"It's simple; you teased me, however I merely gave the server a thrill," she remarked sincerely.

"Isn't it the same?"

"Definitely not," she said harshly. "You touched me, teasing, and then you did nothing. Mrs. Wilson taught us to be nonchalant when we wanted to excite a man. Her examples were, -- flash a thigh, a boob, or our derriére. If we decided to tease we should, rub our breast against his hand or arm, or let our hand accidentally brush against his prick. However her favorite tease, press her backside against his prick and move against him suggestively. She professed that opportunity arose numerous times daily. That's being a prick tease."

"You're mincing words and I retain the right to my opinion," I declared.

"So be it, but remember I'm not the one who teased a girl by fingering her pussy, and then left her panting," she remarked with a strait face.

My processing cycle was slow. In fact, a minute passed before I realized she was referring to me. Because of her sincere expression, I was trying to tie her comment into our discussion. If she hadn't started smiling, I assume I would have still been standing and thinking hard. As I saw the smile appear, I knew she was a step ahead of me in thought. I moved to the bed and she laughed; she knew she caught me unawares.

"I love you dad," she said smiling.

She reached for my hand, placed it on her pussy, and fell back on the bed. I lightly caressed her mound and began laughing. I wanted to crush her body and drive my erect prick into her sweet pussy but the mood was set for playing and teasing. I set aside my need by convincing my prick greater pleasures would be forthcoming.

"What are you doing?" she asked pressing my hand firmly against her mound. "Don't keep teasing, -- please," she said with a moan.

"Didn't you tell me we had the suite another night," I said before I lowered my head.

"Yes, but, Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned as my tongue touched the upper part of her pussy.

I let her pull my head firmly against her mound however I relaxed my tongue. It was pressing against her puffy lips, yet unmoving. She moaned, ground my face against her softness, but she wasn't receiving satisfaction. Her lower body pressed against me roughly when she elevated her ass, thrusting hard, using the muscles in her legs and feet. Her quick move caught me off balance and I slid, no I fell. My ass hit the floor and, although startled, I wasn't hurt. When I saw her worried look peering down at me, I started laughing. The scene reminded me of writing on restroom walls, Leroy Was Here, because I could see her hands and the top portion of her head. She started laughing after she realized I wasn't hurt.

I felt like a fool, laughing to cover my embarrassment. Although she laughed, she was quick. She was standing over me in a split second offering her hand for assistance. I looked up and stopped laughing. I stared at something serious and it was definitely no laughing matter. Her legs parted, perhaps a foot, but that foot was enough to emphasize the slit between her puffy pussy lips. I stared up at mile long legs, a smooth pussy, two wonderful breasts, and a killer smile pasted on a beautiful face.

I was too close to the bed for the image that popped into my head. I may have been less nimble, and much less graceful, however I did some footwork of my own. Using my feet, I lifted my ass and managed to work my body perpendicular to the bed, forcing Penny to step back. I grasped one ankle and pulled. Almost falling, she reached to the bed to stabilize her body. I took that instant to pull her foot over my body. She was standing above me with one foot on either side of my head.

"Dad, WHAT are you doing," she asked as she scrunched her face in a frown.

I wriggled my tongue left and right, smiling as I made the gesture.

"Dad you're crazy!" she exclaimed laughing aloud.