Burning Passion Chapter 8

She moved one hand from his ass around to the front and began feeling the solid bulge of his cock through his pants. He gasped without breaking the kiss while his grip tightened on her tit. Then she felt him pull the neckline down, stretching the fabric to expose her perky mound so he could cup her flesh in his hand.

He didn't even kiss her mother that deeply when she'd spied on them in the hot tub. Brook felt the best and most excited she ever had in her life, yet she knew it could only be better.

Just the feel of her father's rigid cock through his pants was almost more than she could stand. And having his hand on her bare boob while they kissed was one thing she already knew wasn't going to be a once-only proposition.

She might've been young, but Brook knew she was meant for this and meant for him, and she was ready to give him everything she had.

But then the sound of people getting into a nearby car startled them, and Tom suddenly pushed himself back from his daughter. They both looked a little dazed, and his cock was still bulging out the front of his pants. He finally closed the trunk lid, and they waited for the other people to get in their car and drive away.

Brook's pussy was dripping with wet heat, but she knew her father wasn't going to pick things back up.

She wanted that more than anything while Tom was trying to act like it never even happened, except for the tell-tale bulge in his pants. At least he didn't try to tell her over again how it shouldn't have happened and was never going to happen again. That much was progress.

"Sweetheart, our date isn't over yet, unless you're feeling tired already. But we haven't even decided about dinner or the movies," Tom said, doing his best to look normal.

Brook was happy he didn't want to end their day together and go home. "Can we do both?"

Tom laughed and said, "Of course."

They walked back into the mall holding hands. They went to a simple chain restaurant for a quick meal so they could make it on time to the movie Brook wanted to see. The trailers were still playing when they went in, and they got a row to themselves a little further back from the middle of the theater.

When the movie started, Tom reached over the arm of the seat and took hold of Brook's hand again. They exchanged smiles and watched the movie. After a while, she maneuvered their clasped hands so Tom's was resting against Brook's leg below her dress hem, resting on her thigh through the pantyhose she was wearing.

And then after a few more minutes, her father's hand let go of hers and moved to rest palm down along her inner thigh.

Brook's whole body felt warm when his large hand gently squeezed her inner thigh and started rubbing her warmth.

Her pussy heated up with electrical pulses as he calmly worked his hand higher until he was massaging her flesh within an inch of her mound. She felt her body arch in her seat as she breathed deeply. She looked at his face but he was watching the movie with a faint smile on his face.

The girl slid forward on her seat and parted her legs, giving her father more room to feel her thigh. He drove her crazy, making her pussy drip with agonizing excitement as he barely moved his hand closer to her mound.

Brook was dying to feel him touch her pussy, but he was teasing her without mercy. At long last, his fingers finally moved to the crotch panel of her pantyhose and began rubbing at her slit through the material.

His hand felt so strong and sure, and she knew he had to be able to feel her drippy girl cream seeping through the material of her hose. And the second he started mashing his fingers into her tender slit her fresh juices flowed even hotter.

Brook had to force herself to keep from moaning out loud, but at least she had the movie soundtrack to mask her sighs and deep breathing. But her father's hand kept rubbing at her, massaging her slit so deep and firm that she couldn't help grinding her pussy back into his hand.

Brook took as much of her father's hand rubbing her through the pantyhose as she could, and finally slipped off her shoes and just pulled her dress up and started to roll her hose down over her hips.

She caught her father watching, and he moved his hand to allow her to roll the hose all the way off. When she sat back again, Tom caught the girl's hand and took the balled-up pantyhose from her.

She watched in awe as he held them to his face and inhaled deeply, knowing he could smell all the pussy cream she'd been leaking into them.

He stuck them in his pocket and put his hand back between her now bare thighs. She left her dress up around her hips and watched in amazement as her father began rubbing his fingertips along her slippery pussy lips.

He was looking, too, admiring her smoothly shaven pussy while he massaged her petals and clit as if he knew where all her most sensitive nerve endings were. After a while, he slid a finger into her creamy hole and stroked it back and forth.

Brook wanted to scream with joy but she bit her bottom lip to stop herself. Yet she wanted to give her father more, even if they were sitting in a public movie theater ignoring whatever was on the screen. The girl could barely even remember what they came to see.

She spread her legs wider and her father started pumping his finger deeper. Pulling the top of her dress down below her braless tits, she exposed her perky mounds with their stiff, strawberry nipples.

She played with her smooth orbs, constantly toying with her nipples, constantly aware of the way her father was watching her and continuously sliding his finger in and out of her slick hole.

When she glanced between his legs, there was a bulge in his pants just as big as it was when they were kissing and fondling each other back in the parking garage.

Since he was stroking his finger in and out of her pussy, Brook didn't see any reason not to reach between his legs and feel the enormous lump tenting his pants. Just touching his rod, even through his pants, made her heart race even harder while her juices felt like they were gushing all over his hand.

Brook thought her heart might explode when her father reached for his zipper with his other hand, pulling it down. He then took hold of her hand and pushed it into his pants through his open fly.

She could hardly believe it was happening, but with a little effort, she worked her father's cock out from the leg of his briefs and got her hand around his big, rigid shaft.

His jaw hung open and his whole posture changed when she started squeezing and stroking his cock. She wanted to pull it out of his pants so she could see it and stroke it at the same time, but it was so big she didn't know how to get it out through his fly.

It probably wouldn't have been too much trouble to undo his belt under normal circumstances, but the way his pumping finger was making her shiver and squirm.

When her father ground the heel of his hand against her clit and shoved a second finger in with the first, Brook started to cum. She was glad it was during a loud part of the movie because she couldn't help letting a brief cry of pleasure escape.

She'd never felt anything so good and her hand went crazy on his cock at the same time. Before her pussy was even squeezing and gushing through her climax, her father's cock was suddenly spurting hot cream inside his pants, soaking her hand and his cock all at once.

When Tom finally pulled his hand away from his daughter's pussy, he brought his fingers to his mouth and silently sucked them clean. Brook drew her hand out from his pants and did the same thing, wanting him to see her sucking her fingers and licking up every drop of his delicious cum as she could get.

He reached into his pants and adjusted his cock, then zipped them back up. Brook kept her dress lifted up through the rest of the movie, and Tom let his hand rest on her leg right next to her tingling pussy.