Meeting in the Dark

Veronica lay naked on her satin sheets. The only light in the room was the faint moonlight that filtered in through the open windows. The chimes in the great hall had just sounded twice – two in the morning and still awake! After her encounters with Archie, her father, and Annie, Veronica had retired to her suite. She bathed and pampered herself, concluding with small daps of expensive French perfume on various parts of her body.

Sprawled on the smooth sheets, Veronica allowed her delicate fingers to explore her body. They glided over her neck and shoulders, caressed her breasts until her nipples were hard and tingly, stroked her thighs until a deep sigh escaped her lips, and then they slipped into her wet, warm pussy. She had been laying here for over half an hour, alternating between one hand and the other. While the fingers of one hand wiggled and glided in and out of her pussy, the soft finger tips of the other circled and teased her throbbing clit which protruded out beyond her fleshy hood. She was right on the verge of coming, but she held back. She was hoping for a special visitor.

"It looks as if you are enjoying yourself." The sound of Mr. Lodge's voice came from the darkness near the closet.

"I am. But it's much better now that you are here. It's a bad habit you've developed – watching your daughter play with her pussy." Veronica pushed three, long fingers deep inside her pussy while she squeezed her clit between her thumb and first finger. A small shutter hit her belly.

"You are beginning to discover that I am full of bad habits. Habits I enjoy immensely." Mr. Lodge sat on the edge of the bed close to his daughter. Veronica could now see that he was again wearing a silk gown, but a brighter, longer one than he had worn earlier. Her sense of smell, super-sensitive this evening, detected that he was freshly showered and wearing a tiny amount of cologne.

Mr. Lodge leaned down and kissed Veronica full on the lips. Her lips parted and they quickly were locked in a deep, tongue-battling embrace. Mr. Lodge slipped his tongue from Veronica's mouth and began giving her a series of deep, exploring kisses over her neck and shoulders. Gradually, ever-so-slowly, he moved lower with his tongue. Veronica lay back and sighed deeply as her father explored her body with his tongue and lips, carefully avoiding the wet, hungry slit between her legs.

In the distance, in her daze, Veronica heard the chimes signal the half-hour. Her father had been kissing and touching her for almost thirty minutes. Her body was like a tight string on a violin, trembling at every touch. Finally, his tongue wiggled up Veronica's dripping pussy and lashed against her clit.

"OH, MY GOD!" Veronica exhaled a deep, throaty moan as her entire body was wracked with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Her father sat back, gently stroking her as she trembled and quivered on the bed.

Veronica was still panting slightly when her hands rushed over her father's gown, found its tie, and pulled it open. Reaching below his waist, Veronica's fingers found what she was seeking. Her father's cock, long, graceful, and rock hard, was hot to her touch.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" she gasped. "Fuck me good!"

"Ronnie, my dear, do you want to fuck now, or do you want to hear about Annie?"

Veronica dropped her hands and exhaled. She saw a glint of moonlight reflected in her father's eyes. She gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze.