Road Trip Ch. 03: Rose and Renee

"I'm not surprised, Honey," Kent observed,"because your pussy actually is very wet. Your panties are sticking to your skin, and when I rub on your lips, like this," Kent demonstrated, taking his time, "you ooze juice right through the cloth and onto my fingers." Kent retrieved his hand and brought his fingers to his nose and mouth enjoying his daughter's musky scent and taste.

"Take off your cargo shorts, Renee, but leave your panties on," Kent directed. As she complied, he continued, "I want to do a couple of things but you will need to cooperate fully if we are going to fix your feeling, so, also take off your bra but leave your shirt on."

Renee pulled her polo over her head and Kent risked taking his eyes off the road momentarily to notice how well formed her breasts were as they nestled in the soft demi-cups of her bra. As she reached behind to unsnap and shrug off the bra, they jiggled enticingly. Kent forced himself, for safety sake, to avert his eyes and watch the road. Renee put her shirt back on and asked, "Now what, Daddy?"

"OK, Renee, now sit back down on the console as close to me as you can, but with your feet and legs over in the passenger's footwell," said Kent. "Good," he affirmed as she moved. "Do your nipples hurt, throb, or have any sensation that is different than times when you don't have your 'funny' feeling?" asked Kent, reaching around Renee's back, under her polo, to lightly hold and support her left breast.

"Well, now that you mention it," she noted, "they tingle, sort of, and I am very aware of them, which usually I am not. Plus, they are all puffy and pushed out from my breasts while they are mostly flat, unless I'm cold."

"Right, OK, we're starting to make progress," Kent said. He squeezed her tit firmly, then relaxed. "How did that feel, sweetie?" he asked, squeezing and relaxing again, and then a third time in a smooth slow rhythm.

"Oooh, Daddy, that's, um, ... Nice!" she answered. "My nipples still tingle but my whole body feels like a straw with warmth running right through it. I think my pussy is oozing again. I even feel wet on my thighs!"

"Good, Honey, that's very good," Kent said softly, continueing the pulsing squeezes interspersed with flicks of his thumb or finger on her throbbing nipple as it stood in his hand.

"Oh, Daddy, that feels wonderful and it is too much, all at the same time," sighed Renee with little short gasps.

"OK, we'll stop that and check out something else," replied Kent, "spin around so you are on your knees on the seat, feet toward me, legs apart, and you are looking out the side window," her father commanded.

Renee adjusted her body as instructed, presenting her ass and dripping pussy in her drenched panties to Kent's view and easy reach. "Perfect, he told her, sticking out his right hand. He tugged the panties' waistband until they finally broke free from their wet clinging hold on her cunt and slid down gathering at her knees on the seat. Kent drug the back of his finger tips up her left thigh and inserted his first two digits into her pussy's well lubricated mouth.

"OOh!" she exclaimed as her dad slowly rocked his fingers back and forth. "Mmm..mm..ooph!" She moaned, when he slid them along her slit to her clitoris, peekeing from its hood to see what was happening.

The first contact made her lurch forward and squeal, but Renee immediately, reflexively, pushed her ass back to recapture and hold the feeling. Kent retreated along the slice to its base and wiggled his way deeper into her cunt. He moved up and down her walls, even as they contracted, and kept easing deeper until, at last, he bumped into a familiar barrier.

As a protective father and a prospective lover, Kent was glad to know his daughter was a virgin and he aimed to exercise the pleasurable duty of initiating her to womanhood. At the same time he was equally sure Rose was similarly chaste but he imagined her defloration would come from his father's actions, since he was already showing a keen interest in her. "No problem," thought Kent, "I'm satisfied to beat him to the puch with Renee."

As Kent mused on future sessions and concentrated on the driving, too, he kept up his regular plunging, wiggling, fingerfucking until he noticed Renee's hips were rolling, bucking and pushing back with increased ferocity and he feared her hymen would rupture and spoil the fun for his dick.

Still, Kent wanted Renee to fully appreciate her experience, so he carefully and subtly shortened his own pushes and resumed sliding to the top of her cunt to fiddle her clit. This was a wildly successful strategy. Soon Renee was bouncing on her knees saying "Yes! Yes! Oh, Daddy, Oh Daddy, Yes!" over and over again. Her naturally pale complected hands were snow white from pressure as she braced herself and held the door frame. Her breasts swung like pendulums inside her polo shirt. Her hair fell, matted with sweat, around her face as her breathing became rapid and short. "OH MY GOD. DADDY!" Renee screamed finally, and shook like a leaf in a high wind.

Kent grinned from ear to ear at the sound of his daughter's orgasm. Rose and Arthur, brought sharply awake by the commotion, instantly understood and smiled knowlingly. Renee, briefly sheepish, recovered her senses, got back into all of her clothes and buckled her seatbelt thrilled to notice the funny feeling was all gone.

An hour later Kent pulled the Jeep into the motel lot. Arthur registered for all of them. The night auditor seemed unintrested in his duties beyond taking Arthur's credit card, handing him the keys and giving him parking instructions.