As we walk out of the trees I am still sniffling softly and my bottom is still hot from my punishment. The stripes from the branches hurt, but my hand in Papa Bear’s is a soft comfort. I know I should not have moved the butterfly that is still buzzing ever so gently against my lips.
“Do you see the beach?” he asks gently and squeezes my hand. I feel the butterfly stop.
I press my head against his arm and pant gently. I have never been edged so much and the cool lake wind feels good after walking so far. “Yes Papa Bear. It looks beautiful.”
“Do you see the boat?” His lips kiss my forehead. I squint and see a small sailboat. I giggle at the little flag with a bear paw on it.
I blush and try to hide my face as we walk along the beach towards the boat. Papa Bear turns the butterfly on again and I can’t help my moans. I hear shocked expressions and gasps and even some giggles as the beach goers notice my stripes and know I have been a naughty girl. Papa Bear holds my hand and chuckles softly as I squirm.
I close my eyes and bite my lip. “Please Papa. I’m close.” I beg just as the buzzing stops.
“Not yet. But soon. If you’re a good girl.” He cocks his eyebrow as he says the last part.
I skip down the gangway to the boat. A day on the water. Just the two of us sounds perfect. My bikini bottoms are soaked and I am glad that no one else will see. I sit patiently looking out at the lake as Papa Bear prepares the boat and we slowly pull away from the dock. Soon we are in the middle of the lake. The water sprays my face as the boat moves quickly. I giggly and holler with delight as I sit at the front of the boat. My pink bikini strings flowing behind me. Slowly the boat comes to a stop.
I turn to Papa Bear as the boat stops in the water. Gently bobbing in the wakes. I watch him grab a bag as the butterfly whirs again. I gasp and touch my mound over the top of my bikini bottoms. I see you smile.
“Get on your knees.” He says softly as he pulls a soft mat from the bag in the floor of the boat. Quickly, I kneel with my thighs parted and my hands turned up. The butterfly whirls and I pant breathlessly. “Does my little bear want to cum?”
“Yes.” I whisper desperately. I watch as he reaches into the bag and pulls out a thick flesh colored vibrator with a suction cup on the bottom.
Papa Bear reaches down and pulls the string of my bikini bottoms until I am naked. The butterfly fluttering on my lips. The tip of the vibrator teases my entrance as he sticks in underneath me.
“Show Papa Bear how bad you want to cum. But you must wait for my permission.”
I look up with pleading eyes as I sit on the vibe. The girth pushes my clit tighter against the wings.
“Please Papa. I won’t be able to hold it. Mmmm.” I moan as I slide down the vibe.
“Bounce on it. Tell Papa Bear how good it feels.” His crotch is eye level as he sits right in front of me and I see his hand stroke his shaft through his shorts.
I obey and grind and bounce on the vibrator. Papa Bear grows in his trunks.
“Close Sir.” I beg and whine.
“Stop.” The butterfly stops and I stay still. My juices drip down the shaft. Papa Bear pulls his trunks off and my senses are flooded with his manhood. My mouth waters. “Come closer. Time to make Papa Bear feel good.”
I move closer and place my hands on Papa Bear’s thighs. I look up. Papa Bear has been teasing me all day and I moan as I kiss the inside of his thigh, feverishly close to heavy balls that tense slightly at the closeness of my lips. My lips move to the other side and kiss closer this time. I hear a soft groan. I shouldn’t tease Papa Bear. My mouth kisses the base of his thick shaft and I place a trail of kisses all the way to the tip. I leave a long slip of saliva from the head to my mouth as Iook up at him again with big brown eyes.
“Suck me.” His voice is a low growl of pleasure. I dip my head over the tip, feeling every ridge and vein as I make my mouth move to the base. My tongue dances over very contour and I moan as the butterfly whirls. “Faster!”
My mouth moves up and down Papa Bear’s cock as I whine and moan around the thick cock in my mouth. Saliva coats and falls onto Papa Bear’s balls and my hand moves to massage and stroke them. I feel a heavy hand in my hair and my throat is filled and he holds me in place. Papa Bear begins thrusting into my mouth and I moan as I rise towards orgasm. The vibe slips in and out as my mouth is used.
“Don’t cum. Not yet.” Papa Bear pulls out of my mouth and sits me on the vibe. My eyes are soft and watery from the dizzying heights of pleasure. The cliff edge is getting closer. “Face down.”
I turn around onto all fours and dip my head down as the butterfly stops. The cool lake air skips over my exposed cheeks, still striped from the switching.
The boat moves gently as Papa Bear moves behind me. His finger traces my spine and over my marks.
“Oh dear, it looks like little bear’s already full.” I feel the vibe move in and out of my pussy as Papa Bear slides it in and out of me, my thighs drip with my juices. I feel a cold wet sensation between my puckered and exposed cheeks. I gasp as I feel Papa Bear’s head press against my back entrance. The butterfly whirls again and I moan loudly as he pushes inside. Saliva falls from my mouth. Papa Bear groans as he fills my tush, I can feel the vibrator on the other side and I clench my fist. Pleasure and a deep fullness pushes me closer to that edge. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes Papa.” My eyes close as I feel the butterfly. He starts to move in my ass and I blink with the heat and ecstasy. I rise close. My clit whirling and sensitive, brought to the peak. He moves faster as my muscles ease to his girth. I can feel the vibe in my pussy grind against my spot. “Please, please, please.”
“Say it,” it is a growl and a command as he digs his fingers in my hips and props me up tighter against him. I take the full length in and out of my tight hole.
My face on the pad and my eyes roll in divine torture. “Please may I cum?” I beg and plead in a long whine as I reach the cliff. No way to turn back.
“Now!” He barely finishes the word as I release. The vibe is squeezed tight and ripples through my orgasm. His body stops it from shooting out of me, forcing me to ride out the pleasure. I squeal and writhe and push back. It try to escape and wiggle away from the intensity of the butterfly and Papa Bear slams into me, filling my ass with cum. He collapses on top of me and I am pushed down into the soft pad. The butterfly stops and I feel a soft kiss on my cheek. I am breathless and spoiled and moaning.
“Oh little bear. That was perfect.”
“Thank you Papa Bear.” I splutter out the words, but I can barely focus.
Gently, I feel him pull out and roll off of me. His chest heaves and he is smiling. The vibe slips out between my thighs and I feel a soft hand on my back. The waves gently tossle the boat.
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