Kristen found the bed empty when she awoke the next morning. With a little whimper she reached over to the depression in the bed where Magnus's body had been, finding the spot still warm. She rushed to get up and accompany him for the morning meal: surely there would be lots to talk about, now that they had crossed the threshold into a new phase in their relationship!
But in fact, breakfast passed almost without a word. As they ate their bowls of cereal and sipped their coffee, they said very little—but the looks they gave each other spoke volumes. She gazed at him with aching desire, while he cast a glance of tranquil love and gratitude that at least made Kristen feel that her actions of the night before were welcome—and perhaps to be repeated sometime. The world believed that what they had already done—let alone what both, in the forefront of their minds, were contemplating for the future—was an abomination; but to each of them it was nothing more or less than a confirmation of the love they had shared for many years.
Kristen still had a lot of errands to run before classes started the following week, and after a quick shower she got right to them. Magnus had his own work to do, supervising the construction of a new house a mile or two away. His schedule could be irregular, but Kristen knew that he would have a full day of work ahead of him.
She had come back from her tasks by mid-afternoon, and felt strangely out of sorts and lonely to find the house empty. The idea of taking a nap occurred to her, even though she almost never indulged in afternoon naps; but the thought of such a thing was now so close to what she actually wanted to do
with him
that she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Magnus returned somewhat earlier than she expected, around 4 p.m. As she rushed to greet him, he almost lifted her up from the floor, giving her a big bear-hug and a firm kiss on the mouth, then setting her back down again. The contact was enthralling, but ended too quickly, as he made clear that he wanted to take a shower to make himself presentable before dinner.
It was far too early to begin preparations for that meal, so Kristen again lapsed into a state of indecisive frustration. But then she heard her father calling her from the upstairs bathroom:
"Kristen, could you please come up here?"
Elated, she rushed up the stairs—and was met by Magnus, standing on the landing between the four bedrooms on that floor. He was naked.
Seeing him standing there like some living Greek statue of Zeus sent a bone-shaking shudder through her. All she could see was the wide shoulders, the barrel chest, the thick, muscular thighs, and the surprisingly delicate feet, topped by a face that radiated both calm and a sort of suppressed excitement.
And she could readily see why: he was already sporting a large erection.
Somehow it was only now, when he was in a standing position, that she was able to gain a proper sense of the length and girth of that magnificent organ. It was actually quivering with anticipation, seeming to grow larger before her very eyes.
She wasn't certain what exactly he wanted to do. But he silently made his intentions clear by extending his thick arms, and she fell readily into his embrace.
For a time he just held her close—and the strange feeling of being entirely clothed while he was entirely naked was about as stimulating as any sensation she had ever felt. But then, as her heart began to beat more excitedly, he slowly started undressing her.
First, pulling her a little away, he carefully unbuttoned the blouse from the front, releasing it from the skirt where it had been tucked in, and then tossing it carelessly away. Then, with equal care, he unzipped her skirt at the side and let it fall quietly to her feet. She stepped out of it, now wearing only bra and panties. He again brought her close to his chest while at the same time unclasping the bra from the back. For a moment they were motionless; only after what seemed like minutes did he again make her step back, letting the bra fall of its own accord to the floor. With a single motion he drew the panties down to her feet.
Now she was naked in front of him.
She was thrilled at how his eyes widened and twinkled as he drank in the exquisite beauty of her form. She had often thought that she had a "girlish" figure; certainly, she couldn't boast the expansive bosom that her mother had. But she hoped that her own modestly sized breasts at least had nice contours that men would appreciate; and her heart swelled—and those breasts did too—when she saw how her father's gaze fastened onto her chest while he licked his lips. Then his eyes proceeded down to her hips, thighs, and especially to her abdomen, where that fine triangle of straight black hair covered her sex.
"You're so beautiful, Kristen," Magnus said softly. Kristen again seemed on the verge of passing out.
But instead she jumped to attention when Magnus went on to say: "Please suck my cock."
A sudden agitation overcame her. She had heard from her girl friends that men always liked this procedure, but few of them had gone into any
detail
as to how it was to be done. She herself licked her lips in anticipation of what she was supposed to do—but the thought flashed through her mind,
Are we going to do it right here?
Shouldn't we go to the bed and lie down?
But clearly Magnus wasn't budging, as his widely spaced feet indicated. That cock was shaking at her as if impatient for her to begin—but how?
Kristen had no recourse except to fall to her knees. She was staring at that burgeoning member as it quivered inches from her face. It was now standing almost straight up, and she was surprised at how much effort it took to bring it to a perpendicular position. Again licking her lips, she just plunged as much of it into her mouth as she could.
That was only about three inches, which left almost two-thirds of it extending out of her mouth—and as she peered at it, she wondered at the boasts of her friends of doing "deep throat" without gagging or choking. For her part, she was content to use both her lips and her tongue to stimulate the thick, firm rod, while her small hand gripped the base of it. The texture she found extraordinary. Sure, she had touched it with her hand the night before, but in her mouth the simultaneous hardness and softness of it was accentuated.
Magnus was gently holding the sides of her head with his hands and pumping his cock into her mouth ever so gently, realizing that her inexperience was causing her some difficulty. He himself was enraptured by the sensation: he had always loved the feel of his member in a woman's mouth, and he had even persuaded Imogen to engage in the harmless gesture of putting lipstick on before she did the deed, for he loved the sight of ruby-red lips engulfing his organ.
But whatever feelings Magnus might have had were dwarfed by his daughter's. As the cock slid wetly back and forth in her mouth, it came to seem like a living thing, all apart from the body to which it was attached. She tried as much as possible to lick the tip as it went by her tongue, for all her friends had told her that men love that feeling. She herself grabbed Magnus's hips, and then his bottom, becoming so overwhelmed by its firmness and rondure that she had trouble paying attention to the task at hand.
But there wasn't much more to do. She could hear her father's grunts changing to deep moans, and she knew that the culmination was approaching.
What should she do now? Should she pull the cock out of her mouth and finish the job with her hand? Somehow the idea of the thick fluid emerging from that tiny opening at the tip of his member and shooting into her mouth and down her throat terrified her; but Magnus was continuing to hold her head firmly in place, so she didn't seem to have much choice in the matter.
