Gone Fishing

Emilly flicked the tip of the rod, the bright yellow and black beetlespin arching through the air to land in the water with a loud plop. The rattling chirp of a kingfisher and the honks of geese filled the humid air, Emilly glancing over at Lawrence as he gave his frog lure a jerk. The frog gave a pop with an expanding ripple around it, Lawrence waiting half a minute and then giving the frog another small jerk.

Emilly had been reeling in slowly and steadily, her eyes widening at the sudden jerk while she brought the tip of her rod up.

"Get it?" Lawrence asked.

"No," Emilly replied, the tip of her rod dropping while she continued to reel in.

Lawrence smiled and returned his attention to his own lure. The water of the rock quarry was crystal clear, Emilly easily able to see the stony ledge ten feet below, an occasional tree resting on the bottom, and even the half dozen large mouth bass that were clustered a few feet below Lawrence's frog.

A raven burbled from somewhere in the trees, Emilly glancing up to try to find it until looking back at Lawrence. He stood barefoot with his legs wide apart on the bass boat, the gentle rocking motion making him sway slightly while he gave his frog lure another jerk. He had on an old and ratty, molted green tank top and cargo shorts, barefoot as he always seemed to be, the back of his shirt several shades darker and damp with sweat from the oppressive heat and humidity. His shoulders and arms were darkly tanned from working outside running his landscaping business, his muscles still toned and prominent even past fifty.

"It's so hot, I'd forgotten how hot it could get after moving to Oregon," Emilly said softly and tossed out her beetlespin again.

"it'd be worse in town instead of on the lake," Lawrence replied.

Emilly smiled at his back before there was a sudden splash, the tip of Lawrence's pole bending down as he lifted it up. The barely visibly line cut through the water until the large mouth bass jumped in a rainbow of sparkling water droplets before splashing back into the lake.

"He's a good one!" Emilly declared happily.

"You have the net?" Lawrence asked while he fought to bring the fish in closer.

Emilly quickly finished reeling in and then turned to lean forward to pick up a dip net at the front of the bass boat. She had to take a quick step forward to keep her balance, the boat rocking at her sudden movement. When she turned back Lawrence had the fish almost to the side of the boat, Emilly stepping up beside him and waiting.

She felt a thrill of excitement when their arms touched and leaned into the momentary contact, Lawrence managing to bring the bass close along side. Emilly got to her knees and leaned over the side to scoop up the fish with the frog lure hanging from the edge of it's mouth.

"Nice!" Emilly declared lifting the net out of the water and used a thumb and forefinger to pinch the bottom lip of the bass and lift it free.

Emilly looked up with a huge smile and noticed where Lawrence's eyes were focused for a moment before hastily looking away.

"What is it... ten... twelve inches?" Lawrence asked.

"Why do guys always have such a hard time guessing how long something is?" Emilly asked while she unhooked the lure from edge of the gaping mouth.

Lawrence stammered for a moment, his face going a bright red before glaring at her.

"Ok, you can just watch what you're saying, young lady!" Lawrence shot back.

"I'm in college!" Emilly replied and held out the fish for Lawrence to see, "So... not that young, and not a lady.

"Not anymore."

Emilly grinned at Lawrence's obvious discomfort and then took pity on him.

"Do you want to keep it?" she asked while still holding the bass by the lip.

"Ahhh, let's get a quick picture and then you can toss it back," Lawrence replied.

He turned around to dig through his fishing vest laying on the deck for his phone, Emilly glancing down at the to small red bikini top that barely covered her C cup breasts and grinned. When Lawrence turned back he gapped in an almost identical expression to the fish when he saw Emilly holding his catch just below her breasts, one hand supporting the stomach while she still held onto the lip with her other.

"How's this?" Emilly asked innocently.

"That's... uh," Lawrence replied, his eyes staring in the general direction of his fish and then looked up to catch Emilly's eyes, "That'll do. Hold it just like that."

Emilly grinned back at Lawrence's expression and only smiled wider when he brought his phone up to take a picture. She made sure that the fish was below her breasts and even leaned back slightly to thrust out her chest. It seemed to be taking a bit longer than what a single picture would take, Emilly still smiling while she thrust out her chest.

"Ok, you can toss him back in," Lawrence said with a cough a minute later.

"He's really nice!" Emilly replied and bent down to lower the bass back into the lake while making sure her butt was pointed in Lawrence's direction, "I bet you got some really good pictures!"

While still holding onto the lip Emilly pulled the fish through the water until it quickly revived. With a thrash and splash of water the bass yanked out of her hand and darted into the crystal clear depths, her eyes following it before it disappeared beneath a submerged log. Emilly took a quick glance behind herself and was rewarded with Lawrence's stare at her ass, her tight Daisy Duke's molded to her skin. He glanced up to see her grinning back at him and turned away, a flick of his wrist sending the frog lure soaring out over the lake.

"I'm glad you asked me to go fishing," Emilly said and washed her hands off before standing.

"Me too," Lawrence replied with jerk of his pole, "It's been too long since we got to spend time together."

"Ever since mom left," Emilly said softly.

Lawrence took a deep breath and gave the tip of his rod another jerk.

"How is your mother?" he asked.

"Drunk," Emilly shot back, "Fucking any swinging dick that she can get to hold still long enough for her skank ass to sit on it!"

"Emilly!" Lawrence shot back, his voice clipped and raising slightly.

Emilly glanced down at her bare toes in embarrassment, her bright yellow nail polish a garish contrast to the astroturf green of the boat's carpeting.

"We don't really talk much," Emilly confessed a moment later, "The last time though...

"She really was drunk, living in some tornado bait trailer park now, so I guess not much different than from before the divorce."

"What about your dad?" Lawrence asked.

Emilly jerked in surprise and glanced over at Lawrence, the question about her biological father completely surprising her.

"I... no clue," Emilly replied while watching Lawrence's back.

"You should reach out to him," Lawrence replied softly, "I know how good it feels having you spend time with me after so many years."

Emilly felt a film of tears cover her eyes, all the happy memories that she had as a family growing up with Lawrence when her mom had lived with him flooding over her. But they hadn't been family, those happy memories shattered by her mom leaving one day for some biker dick who liked to slap her around.

And hadn't been above sharing out a few of those slaps for Emilly either. Or more when her mother had been passed out drunk and unable to give him what he demanded.

"I don't even know where he's at," Emilly replied after a moment, "But I did know where you were hiding and trying to be some sort of recluse!"

"Recluse is it," Lawrence shot back and turned around to smile at Emilly.

"Recluse!" Emilly replied smugly, "When's the last time you've been out on a date! Two years! And don't you dare lie, I have very good spies!"

"Jonathan carrying tales again?" Lawrence asked with a scowl, "And why the hell would I want to date someone?

"I can go fishing when ever I want, eat bacon, leave my socks on the floor and watch the games on Sunday bare ass naked! Why'd I want to go and ruin a good thing like that for!"

"You do not sit around naked!" Emilly said with a laugh, "Can you imagine!"

"Oh, god, I hope you can't," Lawrence replied with a smile, "But that's not the point. I could if I wanted to!"

"You should go out, you'd make some lucky girl very happy!" Emilly shot back.

Lawrence rolled his eyes before reeling in his lure to toss back out with a loud plop.

"I'd come over to watch the game with you," Emilly replied and was rewarded with Lawrence flinching as if she had just pinched his ass.

"Umm hmm," Lawrence said while shaking his head.

"I would!" Emilly declared, "I'd even do it naked!

"I'll make you a deal, you show me yours right now, right this minute and I'll show you mine!"

"Emilly," Lawrence replied with a shake of his head, "No! And besides, I've already seen yours when I had to wipe your ass when ever you shit your diapers! No."

"I promise I look a lot different now," Emilly said huskily and then with a thrill of excitement reached up to untie her bikini top and let it fall to the floor of the boat, "See!"

Lawrence turned around curiously and then froze, his eyes wide and staring at Emilly's breasts. She had filled out once she had started college, her small mosquito bump B cups growing and swelling until she now possessed full C cups, her dark areola perched high up so that her nipples pointed more upward than forward.

Nipples that were now aching and hard as she reached up to twist and pull on them both.

"Emilly, get your top back on!" Lawrence snapped although he never took his eyes away from her breasts.

"It's to hot, daddy," Emilly replied and reached down to unbutton her Daisy Duke shorts and then shimmy her hips to get the tight fabric to slip down, "I want to be your good girl again, daddy!"

Emilly hadn't bothered with underwear when she had dressed for the day, a plan of what she had intended to do when she asked her former step dad to take her fishing possibly lurking in the back of her mind even then. Now she felt the warm air blow across the swell of her mound, her cleft already wet and weeping as she kicked her shorts away with a bare foot.

"Em..." Lawrence almost moaned, a hand reaching down to rub the front of his jeans as he stared at his naked former stepdaughter, "Get... get dressed."

"Will you spank me if I don't, daddy?" Emilly replied huskily, "Please, daddy, will you spank me?"

"God damnit! Get dressed!" Lawrence snapped.

"No," Emilly replied and then with a laugh climbed up onto the edge of the bass boat and dove in.

The water was shockingly cold as it caressed over her skin, the fish that had been hovering below darting away in all directions. She proposed through the water, her body undulating to propel her forward, her buoyancy bending her path upward until she broke the surface twenty feet away. Emilly gasped in delight and shook her head, water droplets flying from her shoulder length hair dyed a livid green this month. She spun in the water to face the bass boat and found Lawrence standing at the gunwale with his fists on his hips. She grinned even more at the remembered pose, more often than not his anger directed at her stepbrother Jonathan than at her, but always an indication of a storm to come.

"Emilly!" Lawrence yelled.

"Jump in!" Emilly yelled back, her arms sweeping wide and legs kicking to hold her at the surface, "The water feels amazing!

"Come on, daddy, I dare you!"

Emilly let her head sink beneath the surface for a moment before bobbing back up to again shake her head to send water flying away.

"I showed you mine, you said you would show me yours, daddy!" Emilly called out.

"Wha... I did not!" Lawrence said defensively.

"Yes you did! And it's only fair!" Emilly said in delight at his sudden consternation.

"I... you..." Lawrence sputtered.

Emilly felt another thrill of excitement when she saw him reach down to adjust himself through the front of his jeans, the hard bulge of his excitement visible even from where she was swimming.

"Please, daddy?" Emilly called out, "I really really want to see you, I'll even give you a kiss if you let me see you, daddy!

"Just tell me where you'd like me to kiss you, daddy!"

Lawrence still hesitated, although Emilly was sure his resistance was melting away.

"It's been..." Lawrence said almost to softly for Emilly to even hear him.

"It's been to long, daddy," Emilly yelled, "Please? Show me? I want to give you a kiss, daddy!"

Lawrence glanced around the quarry for a moment before his eyes returned to Emilly. She grinned and the let herself rise up so that she was floating on her back, her breasts thrust well above the surface of the water.

"I'm waiting, daddy, I really want to give you that kiss," Emilly called out while watching Lawrence standing on the bass boat.

"You're not going to listen to me, are you!" Lawrence called out, "You need to swim back over here and get dressed!"

"No, I'm not, I'm being a bad girl, a little brat that needs to be spanked!" Emilly yelled and then playfully splashed water towards Lawrence, "Come on daddy, jump in!

"Seriously, please jump in?"

Emilly said the last in almost a pleading voice, Lawrence glancing around again as if to try and spot a dozen people suddenly approaching before shaking his head.

"Jessus Christ!" he muttered, a thrill surging through Emilly when she saw him begin to unbutton his shirt.

He slipped off his shirt, his upper chest covered in once dark black hair now dusted more with gray than black. When he began to work at his belt Emilly couldn't help herself and floated back upright so that she could watch. Lawrence unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly before hesitating and looking up to see Emilly watching him.

"Hurry daddy, I want a hug and a kiss!" Emilly called out.

Lawrence continued to hesitate for a few more moments until Emilly called out 'Please!' again and then quickly shoved his jeans down so that he was standing on the boat in only his boxers.

"No cheating!" Emilly called out.

Lawrence glanced around again and then with a glare at Emilly reached down to slip his boxers over his hips. Emilly grinned in delight at the sight of his semi erect cock springing up, his length jutting out from a nest of dark, curly hair. She barely had a glimpse of him before he leaped forward in a perfect dive, his body plunging deep beneath the clear water. Emilly watched his body glide beneath the water trailing a line of bubbles, his angle suddenly shifting towards her midway through. She dogpaddled and moved slightly towards where she thought he would surface and then wrapped her arms around him the moment he came up spluttering for air.

"Daddy!" Emilly squealed and pulled herself against him before leaning in to kiss his lips.

The two ended up sinking back beneath the surface, Emilly pressing her stomach hard against Lawrence cock that was trapped between them, her tongue probing at his lips which he kept tightly closed.

"Em!" Lawrence gasped when they came up splashing for air again.

"Daddy!" Emilly said happily with her arms still wrapped around his neck, "I promised you a kiss! Or did you think I'd kiss you... oh, daddy!"

Emilly reached between then and gave Lawrence's hard dick a squeeze while she grinned and then pushed him away. She took a quick breath of air and then propelled herself below the surface. The view was blurry and distorted without goggles, but when Emilly opened her eyes she could easily make out Lawrence's stomach and the nest of curly hair between his legs, and Lawrence's hard shaft as well. She waved her hands through the water to dart forward to grab Lawrence's hips, her head darting in even closer. She opened her mouth, the water cool with a slightly fishy taste and then had Lawrence's smooth glans in her mouth. She sucked hard, but only for a moment before releasing her prize and then surged up to the surface again.

"Emilly!" Lawrence gasped the moment she broke the surface.

"Daddy!" Emilly cried in delight, "I promised I'd give you a kiss!"

"Em! We can't... we shouldn't be doing this!" Lawrence protested while dogpaddling away from her.

Emilly quickly moved closer chasing him across the lake until she could reach out and pull him into an embrace, her lips pressing against his, her tongue struggling to penetrate deeper until she leaned back to look at him. She intentionally moved her body to feel his hard dick pressed against her stomach, Lawrence's face red while he struggled to maintain a little separation between them.

"I'm in college, I'm old enough to go to a bar, do you want to know how many men I've had sex with?" Emilly asked, "Can't? Shouldn't? Those are two completely different things and I don't think either one of them are true for us!"

"I don't think it's any of my business how many people you've slept with," Lawrence protested, but also stopped trying to push Emilly away from him, "And we still shouldn't!"

"Please, daddy?" Emilly begged and pouted, a sure way to have always got what she wanted in the past, "How long has it been for you?"

"That's... that's none of your business!" Lawrence said.

"I can feel how hard you are pressed against my stomach, daddy," Emilly cooed, "I can feel how much you want me. You can take me, daddy, I want you to take me!

"I want to be your good girl again!"

"Shit, Emilly, no!" Lawrence protested, "I didn't take you fishing today to do this!"

"I know you didn't," Emilly replied with a gentle smile, "You're too good to take advantage of me, to much the gentleman, you've always been kind and loving, but I can take advantage of you, can't I daddy?"

Emilly leaned in to kiss Lawrence again, this time his lips parting just slightly so that she could work the tip of her tongue between them. She moaned and licked at his lips, the tip of her tongue tracing over his soft skin until he parted his mouth a little wider.

Suddenly Emilly found herself crushed in his arms as he squeezed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth while he moaned. It lasted only a moment and then they both dunked beneath the surface, their kiss breaking up as they came back up spluttering for air. Emilly laughed in delight and quickly swam back into his arms, her chest thrusting out as she rotated slightly to feel her hard nipples grazing over his chest.

"Can I be your good girl, daddy?" Emilly teased and bit at Lawrence's lower lip, "Will you let me be your good girl?"

Lawrence flinched at the feel of her sharp teeth biting into his lower lip and pulled away enough to look into her hazel eyes.

"Fuck, Emilly," Lawrence gasped while shaking his head, his arms holding her tightly while he kicked his legs to stay above the water.

"Yes, daddy, you can fuck me, daddy," Emilly moaned.

She kissed Lawrence's lips again, their tongues dancing and sparing while they dunked beneath the water. They came up spluttering again, Lawrence panting with his dick pressed hard into Emilly's stomach.

"I think we need to get back on the boat," Lawrence gasped.

Emilly splashed water into Lawrence's face and pushed away swimming strongly with a freestyle stoke for the boat. Before she had managed to swim more than a few feet she felt a hand grab her ankle hard and yank backward, Emilly giving a squeal that was little more than bubbles. Strong hands grabbed her around the waist and before she had a chance to recover lifted and threw her. It wasn't much of a throw with Lawrence floating well above the bottom with no leverage but was enough to cause Emilly to splash to the side while he swam for the transom.

"Daddy!" Emilly yelled as she came up spluttering and laughing, turning to catch a view of Lawerence's rather hair ass as he pulled himself out of the water and onto the transom.

Emilly swam over to the transom, Lawrence reaching down and offering her a hand that she took so he could bodily pull her up.

"Enough with the daddy, crap, Em," Lawrence said when she climbed into the boat.

"Why, daddy?" Emilly asked, "Are you going to spank me if I don't?"

She stepped closer, Lawrence taking her into his arms and pulling her tight. Emilly's heart soared at his first gentle kiss, his fingers stroking through her hair.

"I've missed you," Emilly whispered sincerely, her eyes prickling with tears, "I've missed you so much."

"Em," Lawrence whispered and tried to pull away.

"No!" Emilly suddenly said and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist to pull him back against her body, "You don't get to say no, not now, you don't get to slip away from me again!"

She reached up to pull Lawerence's head down, their lips meeting, tongues gliding into each other's mouths. Emilly twisted her torso to feel her nipples grazing against his chest and his hard length pressing and sliding against her stomach. Lawrence let his hands roam over her back, his fingernails grazing up and down her spin until he reached down to cup and squeeze her ass. Emilly moaned into his mouth and rose up onto her tiptoes when she felt him spread her cheeks apart, her outer lips opening for the warm air to caress her wet vulva and inner lips.

"Make me your good girl, daddy," Emilly moaned when they finally pulled apart.

Lawerence's hands squeezed Emilly's ass almost painfully, the force lifting her and spreading her open while he growled in the back of his throat.

"This is what you want?" Lawrence asked hoarsely.

"Yes, daddy," Emilly moaned while standing on tiptoe, her torso twisting to feel his hard length pressed against her and her nipples catching at the hairs of his chest.

"Em..." Lawrence growled.

"Please!" Emilly moaned again, "Please, daddy!"

"Fuck!" Lawrence said and then surprised Emilly by letting her go and taking a step back.

"Get on your knees, Em," Lawrence demanded, his voice changing from hesitant and questioning to hard and demanding in an instant.

The change made Emilly's insides melt and lit a fire that burned even hotter between her thighs than how she had already felt.

"Daddy?" Emilly asked softly.

"I'm not asking, Em!" Lawrence said with an edge Emilly had only rarely ever heard growing up, "Get on your knees!"

Emilly glanced down at the astro turf green carpeting that covered the bottom of the bass boat and then quickly knelt down, Lawrence reaching over to grab a towel and throw it in her face. She flinched back for a moment and then took the towel in her hands, Lawrence watching her closely.

"Put that under your knees," Lawrence demanded.

Emilly swallowed and looked up at Lawrence's face staring down at her, his square jaw covered in a shadow of stubble, the black hair of his chest frosted in gray and more than anything else his hard length jutting out in front of him and only a foot from her face. She folded the towel in half lengthwise and then placed it beneath her knees before looking back up into his suddenly hard, gray eyes.

"You want to be my good girl?" Lawrence demanded harshly.

"Yes, daddy, please," Emilly moaned.

"Put your hands behind your back and hold them together, Em," Lawrence instructed.

Emilly reached behind her back with both hands and laced her fingers together while looking up into Lawrence's eyes staring down at her.

"Good girl, just like that," Lawrence praised her and then stepped forward, "Open your mouth."

Emilly opened her mouth wide while staring up at Lawrence, even going so far as to stick out her tongue, Lawrence taking his hard erection in his hand. He moved closer and began to guide himself, stroking his glans over Emilly's cheeks, nose, chin and tongue. He even guided his glans over her eyelids before slipping himself into her mouth.

"Ahhh, good girl!" Lawrence praised and took the back of Emilly's head in his palm and pulled her head forward while he forced himself down her throat.

She gagged and choked, but also never tried to pull away, Lawrence only keeping himself buried in her throat for an instant before pulling out. For the next ten minutes Lawrence used Emilly's face, her skin soon glistening from a combination of her own saliva that was soon dripping from her chin and Lawrence's precum. He took the back of her head in his hand again and slowly forced himself deep into her throat while she gagged and then pulled out to leave his glans resting on her tongue.

"Such a good girl," Lawrence said breathlessly while he gently stroked her hair, "A good girl can make her daddy cum with just her mouth, no hands at all.

"Go on, suck my dick, Em, make me cum," Lawrence demanded.

Emilly moaned and closed her mouth around Lawrence's glans and suckled, his smooth flesh gliding beneath her tongue as she circled his ridge. It was much harder to give him a proper blowjob without the use of her hands, Emilly forced to mostly suck and lick his glans while she moaned without being able to force him down her throat like she really desired.

"Look at me, Em, don't you dare look away, keep looking at me!" Lawrence demanded when Emilly let her eyes stray to his stomach.

"Umm hmm," Emilly moaned, his dick never leaving her mouth as she made eye contact again.

"Good girl, such a good girl!" Lawrence praised.

Emilly lost track of time as she suckled on Lawrence's length, her eyes never looking away from his until he finally reached down to pull her head back.

"I'm disappointed, Em, a good girl would have made me cum," Lawrence said with a sad look.

"I'm sorry, daddy, if I could use my hands..." Emilly begged.

Lawrence shook his head and then turned to walk away, Emilly moaning in disappointment util he took a seat in one of the swivel chairs mounted to the deck.

"Come here, Em, right now!" Lawrence demanded.

Emilly popped up to her feet and hurried over, but when she tried to embrace him he pushed her away.

"You haven't been a good girl, Em," Lawrence said almost sadly, "Turn around."

Emilly staired down at Lawrence, her eyes wide.

"Turn around, Em, I am not asking!" Lawrence demanded.

Emilly turned around until she was facing away from Lawrence so that she was staring out across the crystal clear waters of the lake.

"Bend over and grab your ankles, Em," Lawrence demanded.

Emilly could feel how wet she was, could feel her mound slick and wet with her desire and tried not to moan when she bent over to comply. She grabbed her ankles and found herself looking back between her legs at Lawrence's hard dick.

"Ow!" Emilly suddenly cried out, the sharp sound of a slap echoing across the water.

Emilly was surprised at the force of the blow, not simply a playful swat, but a hard, sincere slap that left her skin stinging. Before she had a chance to even consider what had happened a second and third slap sounded, her body rocking forward with the force of each.

"Look how wet you are, Em," Lawrence suddenly said, his hands that were so hard only a second ago now gently caressing Emilly's angry red skin, "Look at you!"

Emilly moaned as she felt Lawrence's hands spread her ass cheeks apart and then gasped at the feel of his tongue lapping at her gaping, dripping vulva.

"Oh, god, daddy!" Emilly cried out, "Ohhh, god, do I taste good, daddy?"

"You taste delicious, baby, sweater than honey," Lawrence said and then lapped at Emilly's gapping pussy several more times.

She moaned even louder, her legs trembling and barely able to support her weight. She gasped and moaned at the feel of Lawrence's fingers slipping inside of her, probing at the silky smooth, soft walls of her sheath before aggravatingly pulling out.

"Go get your towel, baby," Lawrence demanded, "You need to be a good girl and make your daddy cum."

Emilly had to struggle to stand up straight, her legs trembling and pussy on fire from Lawrence's recent attention and then stumbled over to grab the towel from the deck. She returned to kneel in front of Lawrence who was still sitting in the swivel chair, his legs spread wide apart.

"Go on, get on your knees," Lawrence instructed when Emilly hesitated.

"Yes, daddy," Emilly replied and lay the towel down before taking her place.

She quickly clasped her hands behind her back again and then leaned forward to begin sucking on Lawrence's glans. With him sitting down she found it easier to force his length into the back of her throat, repeatedly gagging herself before returning to just suckling on his glans all the while keeping eye contact with him.

"Ohh, just like that, Em, just like that," Lawrence moaned while watching her every move.

Emilly could feel Lawrence thrusting his hips up, forcing his length into her mouth, could sense his pleasure building and knew she was close to making him cum as he moaned softly.

"Stop!" Lawrence suddenly gasped, Emilly ignoring him and bobbing her head up and down his wet shaft, "I said stop, Emilly!"

Lawrence reached down to push Emilly's head away while she moaned in frustration.

"You were so..." Emilly began.

"Good girls do what they're told and don't back talk!" Lawrence snapped, "Turn around and grab your ankles, Em!"

"Ohhh, daddy!" Emilly moaned but also stood up to turn around.

As soon as Emilly had grabbed her ankles her entire body flinched at the feel of Lawrence's hand slapping her ass hard. Two more hard blows followed the first, her skin burning until she gasped at the feel of his palm gently caressing her ass gently.

"You should see how red your ass is, Em, so red and warm under my hand," Lawrence purred while he caressed her.

Emilly gasped at the feel of him spreading her cheeks apart and then his tongue lapping at her dripping vulva, the tip of his tongue even going higher to probe at her tight sphincter.

"Ohhh, god, daddy!" Emilly moaned, her legs trembling while she squeezed her eyes shut.

"You like that?" Lawrence asked, "Does my good girl like me licking her cute, tight little asshole?"

"Yes, daddy!" Emilly moaned loudly.

"Would you like me to fuck that cute, tight little rosebud?" Lawrence asked, "Is your little asshole still virgin?"

"I..." Emilly started to say, completely surprised at the sudden turn of events, "No one... daddy, no one, but you can.

"You can fuck my virgin ass, daddy,"

Lawrence surged to his feet, Emilly moaning louder at the feel of his glans running up and down the crease of her ass and then lower to catch and pull at the lip of her vulva. Emilly couldn't see what Lawrence was doing, but she could feel him repeatedly catching at and stretching the edges of her vulva with his glans and then placing his shaft against her gaping opening to thrust forward between her legs without penetrating her, the motion running his glans repeatedly over her clit. She moaned and held onto her ankles as tight as she could, her legs trembling and threatening to collapse and send her to the deck of the boat.

"Fucking so wet," Lawrence gasped and then without any warning at all he placed his glans at the mouth of her vulva and thrust deep into Emilly's hot, tight sheath.

"Ohhh, god!" Emilly cried out and pressed back to force Lawrence deeper into her body.

As suddenly as he had penetrated her Lawrence pulled out and sat back down while panting for breath.

"Turn around and get on your knees, Emilly," Lawrence demanded.

"Pleeeease!" Emilly moaned while she stood up on trembling legs, "Oh, pleeease fuck me, daddy! I need you so bad! I need you to fuck me soooo bad!"

"Get. On. Your. Knees!" Lawrence demanded, "Now, Emilly!"

Emilly dropped down onto her knees again while staring at Lawrence, tears leaking from her eyes.

"Please, daddy?" Emilly whined, her pussy burning and her clit throbbing, her juice flowing down the inside of her thighs.

"Suck my dick, Emilly," Lawrence demanded, "Suck every last drop of your juice off of me."

Emilly broke eye contact for only a moment to glance down and see that Lawrence's cock was glistening wet and coated in a thick sheen of liquid, a drop slowly running down the bottom of his shaft following the prominent line of a vein even as she watched. Emilly looked up wide eyed to stare at Lawrence who only nodded.

"Lick me clean, baby girl, get every last drop," Lawrence demanded.

She moaned and bent over his hard, wet cock. Emilly had always considered herself sexually liberal and open minded, but two things that she never tried was taste herself after she had been masturbating, and she had never even considered being with another woman.

The moment she had Lawrence's dick close to her mouth she could smell herself on his skin, a strong, musky smell that was similar to the smell of the lake while also reminding her of the aroma right after a heavy summer downpour.

"Keep going, Em," Lawrence demanded, "Be my good girl, lick me clean."

Emilly made eye contact and held it while she slipped Lawrence's hard cock back into her mouth. Her flavor was even stronger than her smell, damp earth with an aftertaste of fish and a bite of copper, but Emilly was also surprised that she didn't find her own taste bad at all. She sucked at Lawrence's glans, her flavor exploding in her mouth and then lapped at his shaft, her tongue tracing the line of his veins to lap up the drop that had been slipping down his length. Lawrence moaned in appreciation as Emilly took his entire length into her mouth and leaned down to force him back into the back of his throat.

Emilly began to bob her head up and down, suckling at Lawrence's glans each time she pulled his length out before forcing him all the way into the back of her throat, all the while keeping eye contact with him.

"Shit..." Lawrence gasped while he watched Emilly's head bob, "You're going to make me cum, baby girl, do you want to make your daddy cum?"

"Umm hmm," Emilly moaned and spent several moments on just sucking his glans while her tongue circled his ridge.

"Ohhh, shit, Emilly, keep going!" Lawrence gasped, his hips thrusting up slightly, "Just like that, baby girl!"

"Umm hmm!" Emilly moaned and redoubled the amount of pressure she was using on Lawrence's glans, her tongue constantly swirling around him.

Lawrence reached out to place a palm against he back of her head, his hips thrusting up but without forcing his length into her mouth. He let her suckle on his glans, her tongue swirling rapidly until he moaned loudly.

"Fuuu...." Lawrence moaned while he stared into Emilly's eyes, "Don't you dare swallow! Keep me in your mouth, Emilly, I want to kiss you!"

Emilly was a little confused wondering if he wanted a kiss at this moment when he was so close, but continued to suckle and swirl her tongue. She could see Lawrence holding his breath, could see his stomach muscles bunching and tightening while he cupped the back of her head.

"I'm cumming!" Lawrence declared just a second before Emilly felt a spurt of hot, salty cum fill her mouth, "Don't you dare swallow!"

Emilly's eyes widened as she realized what Lawrence wanted and had to fight back the reflex to swallow his seed, more spurts following the first until she could feel him dripping from the edges of her mouth and down her chin. She could feel his warm, thick cum in her mouth, her tongue swirling through the mass and tried not to gag or to swallow.

"You look so god damn hot!" Lawrence exclaimed and gave a final thrust, a final weak spurt of cum adding to what Emilly already had in her mouth, "Come here and kiss me!"

Emilly let Lawrence's dick slip from her mouth, her lips pressed tightly together and tried to stand up with her legs shaking.

"Get in my lap, baby," Lawrence said and pulled Emilly forward.

He brought his legs together to allow her to straddle them, pulling her forward until he had her over his dick and then pressed her down. Emilly moaned at the feel of his softening shaft pressing between her open lips without penetrating her, Lawrence's hand pulling her forward until he pressed his lips against hers.

Instantly his tongue pressed between her tight lips, her mouth hesitantly opening and then pressing against his open, hungry mouth when he forcefully kissed her back. She closed her eyes, their tongues tangling together, his salty, thick seed filling both their mouths while she moaned. Emilly's mind blanked except for the pleasure she felt, the pleasure they were sharing in that kiss, Lawrence's seed and their saliva mingling and spilling down both their chins. Emilly began to move her hips, to force Lawrence's still semi hard length to press against and slip over her vulva and clit and only moaned louder.

Finally Lawrence broke away from their kiss and panted for breath, his fingers reaching out to wipe away the cum and saliva still dangling from her chin and then surprising her by sucking them clean.

"Good girl," he whispered, his fingers tracing over her cheek, "Your mom used to do that every single time without asking. Fucking shocked the shit out of me the very first time, but... it got so I loved it as much as she did."

"Did you like it, daddy?" Emilly asked, "I can do that too, I like doing that if you want me to."

Emilly's hips were still moving, still rocking to force Lawrence's length to move up and down between her lips, her clit throbbing and burning from her desire.

"You're still so damn wet," Lawrence said breathlessly, "You're going to make me hard again, Em."

"Good, I want to be your good girl, I want to feel you inside of me, daddy," Emilly moaned.

Lawrence reached out to pull Emilly back into a kiss, her hips never stopping as she moved back and forth, her body pressing down against his shaft. Emilly moaned into Lawrence's mouth and savored the feel of his dick slowly getting hard again, the harder he got, the faster she slipped her slit up and down his length. She quickly found she could angle her hips a little so that her clit would catch against the ridge of his glance, each time sending an electric jolt of pleasure through her body.

"Are you ready, daddy?" Emilly finally asked with her forehead pressed against his, "Are you ready to put your hard dick inside of your good girl?"

"Em... shit... go on, put me inside of you," Lawrence gasped.

Emilly grinned, her eyes never leaving his with their foreheads pressed together, her hips still thrusting, his length still slipping up and down between her slit.

"Get ready, daddy," Emilly moaned and the lifted herself up slightly to reach down and take Lawrence's shaft in her hand.

She guided him to her entrance and then moved his head up and down to once again catch at the lip of her vulva and stretch herself open. She moaned in pleasure while still staring into Lawrence's eyes until she could no longer continue to tease him or herself.

"Get ready, daddy," Emilly moaned again and placed Lawrence's glans at her warm, wet woman's mouth and an instant latter allowed her weight to force him slowly into her body, "Ohhhh, daddy!"

"Shit, Emilly!" Lawrence moaned and then leaned forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth.

"Harder, daddy, suck harder!" Emilly cried out, her back arching to force her breasts into Lawrence's face, "I love it when someone bites my nipples and sucks really really hard!"

The pressure Lawrence was applying to Emilly's nipple while he glanced up to catch her eye doubled as he moaned, his mouth latched firmly onto her breast.

"Harder, daddy, please!" Emilly moaned.

The pressure on her nipple redoubled again, Emilly crying out in pain and ecstasy. She rocked her hips to force Lawrence's dick to move inside of her, his length perfect and only occasionally tapping at her cervix, his girth filling and stretching her. Each time she moved she could feel her clit pressing hard against his pelvic bone, the sensation an electric shock of pleasure that only encouraged her to move faster.

"Just like that, daddy!" Emilly moaned and then gasped when she felt Lawrence's teeth bite hard at her sensitive nipple, "Oh, shit! Like that! Just like that!"

Lawrence swapped to Emilly's opposite breast, the nipple he abandoned red and swollen, Emilly gasping in pain when he began to suck and bite at her fresh nipple. Minutes passed by in an instant, the boat sending out an expanding circle of ripples from their motion, Emilly constantly thrusting her hips while Lawrence took turns abusing her breasts.

"Are you going to cum for me daddy," Emilly finally asked, her pleasure building, the tension in her stomach quickly reaching critical mass, "Are you going to fill my pussy with your seed, daddy?"

"Ahh, shit, baby," Lawrence gasped and smiled up at her, "You feel amazing, so fucking tight and wet, your pussy feels like an oven wrapped around me but I'm not as young as I was."

"Ooohhh, please, daddy," Emilly begged and leaned down to kiss Lawrence's lips for a moment, "Please! I want to feel you cum inside me! I need to feel you cum inside me!"

"Em..." Lawrence gasped, his face red and his hips thrusting up in time with Emilly's constant movement.

"You want to," Emilly moaned, "I know you want to cum in your baby girl! Fill me up, daddy! Please!"

"Shit, Emilly!" Lawrence cried out and grabbed Emilly's slim waist in both of his hands, "Doesn't matter how much I want to..."

"Did you like me giving you a cum kiss, daddy, did you like tasting your cum in my mouth?" Emilly moaned, her speed increasing as her pleasure built.

"Yea," Lawrence moaned while staring up into Emilly's eyes.

"Cum in me, daddy, cum in my pussy for me!" Emilly moaned, "You can make your good girl sit on your face after you cum in me, daddy, you can eat your cum out of my pussy, daddy!"

Lawrence moaned louder, his eyes never leaving Emilly's while he gripped her waist and pulled her down onto his length. With every loud, wet slap he gave a grunt of pleasure, Emilly moaning louder than ever while she reached out to hold onto Lawrence's head.

"I'm gonna cum, daddy," Emilly cried out after several more strokes, "Your dick is making me cum!"

"Shit!" Lawrence moaned at the feel of Emilly's sheath clamping down on his sheath, his hips lifting up off the seat to lift Emilly into the air with every thrust.

He hadn't expected to be able to cum a second time, not so soon after the first, the sudden tightening in his balls and the surge of pleasure taking him by surprise. He cried out and thrust upward, his seed spilling into and filling Emilly in several spurts, her eyes open and staring into his in surprised pleasure.

"You came!" Emilly crowed in delight while still riding him, "You came inside of me, daddy!"

Lawrence didn't reply and only grunted, still thrusting up into Emilly several more times until he finally collapsed back into the swivel chair.

"I can feel your cum inside me!" Emilly in delight and leaned down to kiss Lawrence, the full length of her sweaty body pressed against his with his dick still inside of her, "You feel so good, so hot and wet and juicy!"

"You... you feel good to, Em," Lawrence panted and reached out to wrap his arms around her, his fingernails stroking up and down her spine, "But... but this... we shouldn't..."

"Oh, shut up!" Emilly snapped and then leaned in to kiss his lips to take the sting out of her words, "I wanted this, you wanted this, we're both adults!

"And I absolutely loved having my daddy fuck me!"

Lawrence panted and caught his breath while staring up at Emilly, his fingernails still grazing up and down her sweaty back, his dick still inside of her as he lost his erection.

"This... this is really Ok with you?" Lawrence asked softly while gazing up into Emilly's eyes.

"Yes," Emilly whispered back in complete sincerity, "Yes, it is. And I think I need to come over next Friday and spend the night so we can get a really early start on fishing Saturday morning."

"Oh, really," Lawrence said with a grin, "Don't suppose you had anything planned for us to do Friday night, maybe watch a movie, order a pizza?"

"Hmmm, I'm pretty sure we can figure something out for our daddy daughter night," Emilly purred and then suddenly stood up, Lawrence's dick slipping from her body as she cupped a hand over her mound, "But first, I think you need to lay down for this."

"What?" Lawrence asked in confusion.

"Doesn't daddy want to lick his good little girl, make her all nice and clean?" Emilly said huskily.

Lawrence's eyes widened and glanced down at Emilly's hand still cupping her mound, ropes of cum already dangling from between her fingers where his semen was leaking from her body.

"You're going to give me a heart attack, baby," Lawrence said, but also quickly got out of his swivel chair and lay back on the deck while grinning up at her.

"I want my daddy to die happy!" Emilly purred and walked over to straddle Lawrence's face before pulling her hand away.

Thick clots of cum flowed from her body and splattered over Lawrence's nose and already open mouth, Emilly watching for only a moment before sinking down and placing her gaping vulva against Lawrence's mouth.

"Ohhhhh, god, daddy!" Emilly moaned in delight.