I finish getting my shoes and socks on, before walking to my dresser, where I pick up my car keys and wallet.
“What a start to the day, and it's only 7 am.” I bleakly muse as I step into the hallway. Moving through the house, I realize I've just sexually assaulted my preteen, very cooperative, daughter.
Stepping into the garage, I can't help but notice the beaming smile Nikki has for me in the passenger seat; she's buckled and ready to go. Using the grab iron just inside the door, I step up into the driver's seat. I slide the key into the ignition, start the Jeep, open the garage door, and back out into our driveway. Closing the garage door, I glance over at the smiling young redhead minx sitting next to me.
"Buckle up Dad! We need to hurry, or we're going to be late." Nikki smiles winking at me.
That's usually my line, I chuckle softly, "Okay!”, buckling my seat belt with an audible click. “Nikki did you remember to pick up the back pack?" I ask casually glancing to my right, and the preteen hottie sitting there.
“Yep, It's in the backseat, and I finished my yogurt before getting in the Jeep.” she confirms smiling back at me.
Putting the Jeep in drive, I head down our long drive. At the end of our gravel drive, I wait for our security gate to open. I drive out, turning to the right onto the public road that heads west to the freeway. Driving along, Nikki sits patiently waiting for me to broach the subject we both want to discuss. I pull up to a 'Stop Light', and glance at the person sitting in the passenger seat. Nikki turned toward me smiling mischievously. I'm definitely in trouble here, no earphones, no playing games on her phone, no little girl sitting in the seat next to me.
I breathe deeply, trying to remain calm, "Nikki, I need to ask you a few questions about this morning?" I ask seriously, giving her my harshest parental gaze.
She pauses for a few seconds, pursing her lips suggestively, before answering, “So Daddy are these questions for the ten-year-old little girl, or the young woman you kissed early this morning.
Glaring at her, “The young woman... Please Nikki, can we talk about this morning?” I beg unhappily watching her out of the corner of my eye.
When the light turns green, I follow the line of cars in front of me, hoping that Nikki will begin to answer truthfully.
"Okay, Dad. What do you want to know about this morning?" she gleefully asks, basking in my discomfort.
"Well Nikki, where the 'HELL' did you learn about that type of sexual behavior, and that vividly descriptive language!”. Realization dawning, “Hey, wait a minute, have you been watching your Mom and me having sex?" I ask irritated that her Mom and me are probably responsible for her advanced sex education.
"Well Dad! Just for a little while, aahh... uummm" Nikki answers hemming and hawing, without making eye contact.
"Nikki, just how long is a little while?" I ask patiently. Knowing full well, her answer is really going to piss me off.
Nikki squirms uncomfortably in her seat, answers hesitantly, "Only for a couple of years, or so...”
I nearly lose control of the Jeep, but somehow get myself, and the Jeep, back under control. Staring ahead bleakly out the front windshield, I know the rest of her answer is going to be much worse.
Driving along, Nikki begins to spill her guts on her first to visit our bedroom...
After collecting her thoughts, she takes a deep breath, “It was late one night, I got up a few years ago to use the restroom. As I came into the hallway, I heard Mom screaming like somebody was hurting her. I ran down the hallway to see what was wrong.
Your door wasn't quite closed, so I peeked inside your room, and there was Mom facing the doorway bouncing up and down on your hard cock. I gazed memorized, as your wet glistening dick disappeared into Mom's belly, wait no, it was her vagina. You had your hand rubbing the little nub at the top of Mom's widely spread slit. Mom kept screaming, "slam it in there Seth, harder, harder. That's it! Fuck me, come on, fuck me good and hard! Yea, I'm close, oooh shit! Fuck I'm cumming baby... aahh ooh aww". Mom screamed, while her whole body started to shake violently rocking back and forth humping your cock buried deep in her cunt. A few seconds later you reached up grabbing the outsides of her hips, “Okay baby, my turn, I got a hot load ready for you”, holding her quivering body in place above your lap, you fucking pumped load after load of cum deep inside her vagina. With your cock still deep in her vagina, Mom collapsed back onto your chest, where you cuddled her close. After about five minutes Mom, moaning sleepily, rolled off your now semi limp, cum soaked dick. Mom laid beside you with her legs spread wide. The opening into her belly below her pee pee hole was widely stretched and swollen. I could see lots of clear liquid with white globs leaking out of her pussy, that made a small puddle on the bed sheets.
I didn't know what to do, Mom did look hurt, or at least not hurt bad. In fact, after a few minutes, she climbed onto her elbows and reached over to guide your slimy cum coated semi erect penis into her gaping mouth. As she clamped her lips around your dick, she slowly, but sure forced your whole dick deep into her throat. I was fascinated by the large cock bulge in Mom's neck. Mom started to rhythmically slide your wet glistening cock in and out of her mouth and throat. The soft wet sounds, of her slurping, occasional gagging and energetic sucking filled the room with the noise of oral sex. As she continued to slide your cock in and out, you dick got hard again.
You really scared me, when you roughly grabbed Mom's hair holding her stationary and started to face fuck her hard and deep. All I could hear was my mother's gagging and gasping for air, as you continued to force your massive cock down her throat. Soon you started groaning, “Come on Baby suck that dick, almost there, almost there, oooh shit yes.” In one swift final stroke you forced Mom's head down, burying your dick to the root into her throat, as you spewed your heated loads of semen into her belly.
“Milk it dry... ahhh, yes that's my cock sucking bitch!” I watched fixated as Mom's face started to turn red. I didn't realize until much later, that your cock was blocking her throat and she could not breath. You finally pulled back a little and Mom took a deep raspy breath around your cock, but she continued to slowly bob her head up and down your shrinking shaft catching all semen and sperm she could. Mom, finally satisfied that no semen remained, allowed your limp cock to plop noisily out of her mouth.
You pulled her up into your arms, gently kissing her lips, Mom kissed you back. After a few minutes of whispered conversation, and tender kisses you both laid down going to sleep.
I went back to my room, wondering what exactly I had seen. Over the next few days I talk with friends at school, visited web sites on the internet, before I realized that you guys were just having sex. Maybe even trying to make a baby. All that white stuff coming out of Dad's dick was sperm. This all made sense. Only one thing bothered me, why did watching you guys make me feel all queasy inside. I decided to watch more and more, if I could. I liked that queasy feeling I got in my stomach.
That was just the beginning of my sexual education. Watching you and Mom, got to be a game almost. I needed to figure out when you guys were going to have sex that night. It took me a while to figure that one out. I finally caught on, watching you two play your little footsies games, or you'd smack Mom on the butt games, or she'd grab your cock games.
So, Dad! That's how I learned about sex. Is that enough information for you?" Nikki sighs deeply out of breath.
"Well Nikki that sure explains a lot. It would appear that you have started practicing what you learned, from watching your Mom and me. I just need to know if that was the first time you ever touched a boy, or a man?" I ask solemnly.
As Nikki looks down at the floorboard she whispers, "Yes Dad, that was the first time. I've ever had feelings like that, or wanted to be with anyone. Are you going to be mad at me for what we did? I really enjoyed it, and hope you did too. Please, please don't shut me out. I know you miss Mom when she's gone, and I do too, but please, I need you and I think you need me.” she pleads hopefully, a deep look of longing crossing her pristine face.
“Okay Nikki! Let's talk about this later when we get home.” I ask, unnerved by Nikki's revelation.
“Sure Dad!” Nikki smiles up approvingly.
Through all that discussion, I have somehow managed to get us safely to Southwestern park. Nikki has run this course twice before, so we know where to park for a quick, after race get away.
I back the Jeep into our favorite space and kill the engine. Putting the Jeep in park, Nikki releases her seat belt, and leans across the center console pulling my face down to hers in a lip crushing lustful kiss. When her snake-like tongue slithers into my mouth, I open wide then quickly close my teeth, catching her tongue. I flick her capture tongue back and forth with mine as she squirms about. Opening my teeth, her freed tongue darts from my mouth.
“Ouch Dad that hurt!” she scolds, giving me a dirty look.
As Nikki tries to complain some more, I bend down and kiss her hard and long. Only this time my tongue is exploring her mouth and teeth. As I break our kiss Nikki's is breathing heavily.
“Now young lady get out there, and run your pretty little ass off, or I'll give your butt a good smack'en!” I tease, smiling at her.
Nikki laughs, “Yea, right Dad” ignoring my taunt, she hops out of the Jeep and runs around to the back for her backpack.
“Oh shit! I need to get my glycerin on before I race. Dad, can you help me put it on? It's hard for me to do by myself? Pretty please... ” she coos happily smiling at my confused look.
“What do you use glycerin for?” I ask innocently.
“I have to put glycerin on my nipples, or they get chapped and irritated, maybe even bleed.” she exaggerates energetically, walking towards me with a tube of glycerin in her hand.
“You put it where? Who's been helping you before today?” I hesitantly ask, trying to ignore her request.
“Dad, you heard me! Quite trying to play dumb. I usually do it myself, but we are really late, and I don't have time to put it on. Come on Dad please, pretty please with sugar... Please Daddy, please, please, please, please just for me?” she asks pathetically, giving me that, 'no one loves me' look.
Just then, Nikki unloads one of those minx-like smiles on me, and bats her deep sea green eyes imploring me to give in.
Aahh, what the hell, I give up! So she wants me to put glycerin on; okay I'll put the glycerin on, but two can play at this game, I think mischievously.
"Okay Nikki, where's the damn glycerin, let's get this done. We're going to miss the race if we don't hurry up." I caution, holding out my hand for the glycerin.
Nikki claps her hands gleefully, "It's in my backpack, in a little white tube. Just squeeze a little on your fingers, then rub it on both the nipple and aureole, until there's a nice even coat. Think you can do that for me, big boy?" she teases getting her backpack.
"Yeah sure, if you say so, Nikki...” laughing out loud. “Necessary, or not this is still an act of molesting a minor... Just hand me the damn glycerin and turn around facing the back of the Jeep. I'll need you to pull your jersey and sports bra above those perky titties.” clearly unnerved by my daughter's behavior, I'm tickled pink at the chance to play with Nikki's beautiful walnut sized tits.
Nikki walks over to me with this huge smile of satisfaction, and triumph written on her face. Getting behind the Jeep, she turns toward the front of the vehicle. Looking back at me, Nikki lifts her red running jersey, exposing a fine set of preteen tits; as expected Nikki isn't wearing a sports bra. Nikki stands there waiting for me to put the glycerin on my fingers.
Stepping behind her, I put a nice size glob of glycerin on my right fingertips rubbing it around, including my thumb. Next I transfer an equal amount to my left hand.
With my finger coated, “I'm ready, baby. Keep your racing jersey up, so I can coat your nipples.”, I tell her calmly enough, but my dick starts to awaken and twitch in my khaki's.
Nikki leans back against me, keeping her racing jersey above those hard salmon pink nipples. They are the crowning attraction atop the pair of soft cone shaped preteen tits. At the same time, Nikki pushes her tantalizingly tight butt crack, back atop my quickly growing dick.
I look around, and thankfully there's no one near us. I quickly move my hands up along the rippled muscles of her flat abdomen, until I reach her perky set of budding tits. With my glycerin coated fingers, I begin to gently massage the hard nipple and areola of Nikki's small white titties. Nikki lets out a low moan of pleasure, her nipples standing proudly erect. I continue my slow sensual finger fondling, as Nikki begins a slow rhythmic butt message of my hard cock.
“Dammit Nikki cut that crap out.” I scold painfully aware of the hard dick straining for release inside it's tight khaki cocoon.
“Okay Dad, I just lost control for a second, that feels so gooood.” she coos pleasurably over her shoulder.
I finish up my glycerin application efforts by firmly pinching the nipple on each tit. After a quick, “OUCH!”, from Nikki, I remove my hands. Nikki reluctantly pulls down her red racing jersey, tucking it into her racing shorts. Spinning her around, I'm pleased to see two harden fleshy points poking out proudly from beneath her jersey.
Nikki looks down admiring her perky little tits. Then she thinks better of it, “Look what you did. Now I'll have to 'check in' with hard nipples showing.” she complains miserably, frowning up at me.
“And what about me?” I point down suggestively to the bulge of my hard dick, “How am I going to walk around, unnoticed with a massive hard-on in my khaki shorts?”
Nikki, looking somewhat appeased, “Well Dad at least you don't have to run a race like that! Let's go get my box assignment and race number.” she responds unhappily, turning to walk toward the starting line.
I quickly picked up the backpack from the back of the Jeep. Shutting the rear window and closing the swing gate, I lock up. Following Nikki, I carefully use the backpack to shield anyone's view of my massive dick bulge, while walking across the parking lot.
Nearing the crowded starting area, I pulled a towel out of the bottom of the backpack. “Wait Nikki, here take this towel. You can hang it around your neck until your nipples go down.”, I encourage handing her the white terry cloth towel.
Nikki takes the towel, and turns back toward the registration tables. Walking slightly ahead of me, I see a trickle of cunt juice running unnoticed down the inside of her right leg. All that dick humping, and titty massaging has really turned her on.
“Nikki you might want to wipe your leg down too, baby.” I cringe, thinking how this could possibly be happening. Yesterday she's a little girl, today a young woman with cunt juice running down her leg. All because I can't control myself, or her.
Looking quickly down, Nikki gives a huff of disgust, and keeps going toward the sign-in table. This is going to be priceless, we're now walking into the crowd near the registration table. How is she going to wipe her leg off, I wonder evilly? I hurry to catch up with Nikki as she gets in line.
I sent in Nikki's advanced registration form months ago, so all we have to do is sign-in and get her race number.
Standing behind her, she casually leans back, and elbows me hard in the stomach.
“Woof!” I grunt as my 10 year old daughter nearly knocked the wind out of me.
Whispered laughter, “Oops, Dad I didn't know you were there, my bad.” she laughs sarcastically.
“Little lady, I'll have my vengeance.” I warn, stepping back not wanting a second elbow.
Nikki finishing the check-in process hands me her racing number. She turns on a dime to give me a stern look, before heading down to the girls under 12 starting box. Nikki is in the first row, position four on the very outside of the starting grid. There are at least fourteen other girls in the under 12 box with Nikki. Stepping under the rope at the rear of the starting box, Nikki hands me the four small safety pins needed to pin her number onto her racing jersey.
Nikki pulls the towel to the side, the 'Don't Fuck With Me' look in her sea green eyes is priceless. “Will you please help me put my number on?” she asks with mock pleasantness.
Looking down, I can still see the twin peaks of two hard preteen nipples poking up proudly from beneath the sheer material of her racing top. Trying not to laugh, I smile down into the frowning face of my 10 year old young woman, “Sooo... I think, if I'm really careful, I can take care of that problem you're having right now. Would you like me to try?” I ask tauntingly.
Smiling sweetly, Nikki slowly puts both hands on her hips, elbows out in the classic female, 'I've had enough' stance. The menacing look behind her smile is all the warning I need. Taking my time, I hold up Nikki's race number, and center it, so the number completely covers both those perky nipples.
Opening the safety pins, I start to carefully attach the number to Nikki's racing jersey. I take some extra time when sticking the pin through the race number and her jersey. The last thing I want to do is poke her with one of the safety pins. Of course, when I attach the racing number above each of her little tits, I make sure to accidentally brush each hard nipple through the thin material.
Nikki just holds still, biting her lower lip trying not to moan, as I touched her ultra sensitive nipples.
Finally with the number properly attached, I smiled down, “Okay, Nikki you're ready to go. Want me to apply a little more glycerin, or are you good to go?” I asked sweetly.
Taking a deep exaggerated breath, “No thanks Dad. I'm good. Thanks for putting on my race number.” she smiles ever so sweetly back at me.
Removing the towel from her shoulders, Nikki starts to wipe her face, arms, and finally her shapely legs. As she finishes the outsides of her legs, she casually bends over to wipe the excess pussy juice flowing down the insides of her legs and crotch. As she finishes she turns toward me, sticks out her tongue, and throws the towel at my head.
"There Dad, all better now." Nikki pouts. Nikki turns, and I look up. We both immediately notice fourteen sets of eyes watching every move we make. They are not quite certain what's going on between Nikki and I.
Nikki gives me one last glaring smile, and moves through the other girls to the front line, slot 4. Nikki starts to stretch, and does a quick run out, before returning to her slot in the box.
"Two minutes. No more run outs, please return to your starting positions." blares the announcement from the 'Starter'. With that announcement, most of the girls return their attention to the 'Starter', as he takes up his position to start the race. However, three of the girls nearest Nikki are still looking back at me, smiling warmly. Nikki, pulls her pretty rose colored lips back from her teeth; the feral grin she gives the girls watching me is anything but pleasant.
"Mine!" Nikki growls softly at the watching girls. Wide-eyed, the three girls instantly turned away from me, and looked back down the course.
"30 seconds, take your marks on my command... tic... tic... take your marks, get set!" the starting gun goes off. Three hundred, or so runners thunder off on their 5K run. Looking for Nikki, I see her on the far outside of the pack. Shit!, she's sprinting away at a dead run. This is not her usual start to a race, she's off like the wind.
What's with Nikki today. She's been on one since she got up this morning. Must be her birthday, or the premature start of those raging teenage hormones. God help me either way, I'm so in trouble.
I need to get to the other side of the course to meet Nikki. Trotting across the park, I join the throng of race parents, and coaches heading to the half mile mark.
This course is laid out in a mile loop. The starting line is a few hundred yards back from the race finish to accommodate the 5K distance. I always meet Nikki at the half mile point to call out her time, and to hand her some water as she goes by.
As I get the half-mile point, many of the fastest runners have already gone by. To my amazement, here comes Nikki. She spots me along the edge of the course by a picnic table. As she reaches me, I shout, '3:25'. This is crazy, Nikki shouldn't be running anywhere close to this speed. I better hustle my ass, or I'll miss her at the mile.
Thank God, this is almost an oval loop course. My breathing has increased dramatically. I'm not used to trotting back and forth quite so quickly, in between the mile and the half-mile points. Lucky for me, it's only about 300 yards in between the half-mile and the mile mark.
I reach the mile marker and look back. Nikki is not in sight yet, but it won't be long before she is. I reach into the backpack, get out an orange, runners sports drink, and remove the cap. Nikki always likes orange after the first mile, LOL. I look back to my left; there's Nikki about 100 yards away and closing fast. I always stand just a little short of the mile marker (in this case, also the Finish Line), so she can easily find me. About 50 yards away, Nikki sees me in my usual spot, about 40 yards short of the mile marker. I have the sports drink out in my left hand. Nikki grabs the bottle of sports drink.
Shouting toward her retreating form, '6:28'. Nikki quickly dwindles in size, I stand there momentarily mesmerized by the tight ass on her lithe form. Nikki is at least one and a half minutes ahead of her fastest time at this point in the race.
For 5K runs at this course, I stay here at the mile marker, to have a sports drink ready, and call out her two-mile time. I don't know what to think. I hope Nikki doesn't run out, or hurt herself by going out fast in the early stages of the race.
I quickly decided to go check on her at the half-mile point, anyway. I'll hang back off of the edge and just make sure she's okay. I'm having to run this time, because I'm getting a late start. As I get to the half-mile point again, I am huffing and puffing a bit.
Hanging back behind a tree, I can see the runners go by. I looked at my stopwatch, it's now 8 minutes 45 seconds. After a few seconds I sigh," Good here she's comes". Nikki is breathing heavily as she runs by. Her speed doesn't seem to be diminishing, and thankfully she seems alright.
Back to the mile marker I go. I now know why, I don't run back and forth between the mile and the half-mile points, this is killing me. As I run back and forth, I'm always amazed at the number of other parents doing the same thing for their children, girl friends, or significant others.
Out of breath, I arrive back to my spot by the mile marker. Bend over grabbing my knees, I am deftly out of shape. When my breathing slows a little, I again reach inside the backpack to get out a yellow sports drink, and remove the cap.
My stopwatch is at 12:15, Nikki should be along at about the 13 minute mark. Watching the seconds tick by, I nervously wonder, "what the hell's gotten into my little girl today". I look up from the stopwatch, to see Nikki approaching.
As Nikki nears the completion of the second of three loops, her breathing is becoming labored, but her stride remains strong. Nikki's smiles warmly, and reaching out, takes the sports drink out of my hand.
"12:48!" I shout after her. Her warm smile reassures me... somewhat.
Nikki is running an exceptionally fast race. This is nuts, Nikki is only ten years old for crying out loud. Of course, earlier this morning, her age didn't seem to matter much either, LOL.
Seeing Nikki's labored breathing, my anxiety for her well-being is growing by the second. Once again, I hurried back over to the other side of the course to the half mile marker. Finding my tree, I ignore my own protesting body. As I work on catching my breath, I'm amazed to see Nikki huffing and puffing along, still moving well, she is passing many of the spent runners. Her look of determination tells me she'll finish the race, but can she maintain her pace? I need to get back to the finish line.
Hustling back as best I can, I don't go to my usual spot in front of the finish line, but head to where the flag shoot funnels the runners at the end of the race. Runners have been finishing for the last few minutes and the shoot is filling up quickly. A group of officials are pulling tags, and marking their order of finish.
Looking up the race clock displays 18 minutes and 43 seconds, about 50 yards in front of the finish line, I spot Nikki. She has run out, Nikki is using the last shreds of energy to get to the finish line. Her young body is wobbling from side to side as she strains to finish the race.
I'm standing just on the other side of the finish line near the shoot. My 6'3" height gives me an advantage. I call out to her, "Nikki just a little further baby, I'm right here.”
With the last of her strength Nikki looks up and gives me the sweetest smile a Dad could get.
As she crosses the finish line, Nikki stumbles and nearly falls, but not today. I rush toward the shoot, lifting the flag barrier to catch my beloved daughter in my arms.
Nikki groans in my arms, gasping for breath, "Dad!” Nikki coughs. "Did I finish the race?"
I look down tenderly into her sweat covered face, I ruffled her red hair and gaze proudly into her sparkling sea green eyes, "Yes Nikki, but I don't know your time sweetie. It was all I could do to catch you as you fell. We'll have to check the posted time later. For now you're in my arms, safe and sound." Pulling her tight, I give her a quick hug. Our eyes lock together for a moment of enlightenment, I know something has changed between us forever.
In a broken whisper that only I can hear, “I like being right here, in your arms!” Nikki pants unevenly.
Jumping slightly, I feel a hand on my shoulder. A race official urgently asks if Nikki is all right. I looked up at the official and nodded, "She'll be fine, I just need to get her something to drink and into the shade."
With an understanding smile, the office pulls Nikki's tag, and motions for us to continue down the shoot we're partially blocking. I raised Nikki unsteadily to her feet. Her breathing continues to be labored, coming in short gasps. Nikki and I stumbled our way to the end of the shoot. An official checks to make sure her tag has been pulled as we exit. Her official race time was logged, when her shoe, and registered race chip crossed the finish line.
Clearing the shoot, Nikki's contorted face looked up at me "Dad I'm going to throw up. Please get me somewhere nobody can see... " Nikki gags a couple of times before starting to heave. I don't dare pick her up in my arms, so I half carry, half drag Nikki over to some Oleander bushes.
Holding her limp body by the waist, Nikki bends over and starts to empty the contents of her stomach onto the grass. Nikki continues to throw up a sports drink for the next five minutes, before she finally stops. Knowing that Nikki is unable to walk, I gently ease her spent body into my arms. Walking slowly back to the Jeep, Nikki lays quietly in my arms, eyes closed, her breathing finally returning to near normal.
Back behind the Jeep, hidden from prying eyes, I lay Nikki's down on top of a nearby picnic table. Taking the back pack off my shoulders, I unzip the pouch, pulling out the slightly used towel and a bottle of water. I quickly open the bottle, and pour about half of it onto the towel. I begin to wipe Nikki's face starting on her sweaty forehead, and working down each of her freckled cheeks.
Carefully wiping the gunk off her full lips, Nikki gurgles a little sigh, and she opens her captivating sea green eyes looking up at me. I lower my head and gently kiss her upturned lips.
Nikki exhales sharply, "Yuck, Dad. I taste horrible. Why are you kissing me?" she weakly complains.
I stifle a laugh, "I'm kissing you because I can. You don't taste horrible to me." I tenderly reply gazing lovingly on her freckled face.
Nikki slowly pushes herself up onto her elbows, taking the bottle of water from my hand. Nikki quickly rinses her mouth, spitting the contents at me. However, I was expecting this sort of treachery, and nimbly dodge the stream of water.
"Well young lady, I guess you're starting to feel a little bit better, right?" smiling happily at the antics of my recovering daughter.
Nikki sets the water bottle down on the picnic table, rolls her shapely legs off the table and sits up. Scooting her firm little ass off the edge of the table, Nikki wobbly stands erect.
Teeter for balance, I encircle her waist with my arms, and pull her close to me. "How many times today, am I going to catch you?" I ask in mocked exasperation.
Nikki's arms slowly slither up, and around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her waiting lips for a quick, but tender kiss. Breaking apart, she bats those shimmering sea green eyes at me and sighs,"Who said I needed catching, Daddy!"
Yep, there she is... the minx, alive and feeling much better, stares right at me and smiles seductively. A knowing twinkle in those luminescent sea green pools, pulling me down, deeper and deeper.
Lowering her eyes, I'm suddenly released from her trance. Nikki lowers her arms from around my neck, only to encircle my waist.
Still holding her close, I reach around behind her, running my hands down the nylon covered curves of her firm tight little butt. With a muffled woof of surprised pleasure from Nikki, I firmly grab a perfect preteen ass cheeks in each hand, and pull her even tighter against me.
Frowning down onto her beautiful freckled face, "Nikki, no more scaring Dad like that. If you are going to run like the wind let me know, I need more time to get ready." I scold, releasing my grip on her ass.
Nikki lowers her head against my chest and whispers, "I just wanted you to be proud of me Dad. To show you how grown-up I can be."
Reach under Nikki's chin, I gently lifted her head to look into my eyes, "I have never been prouder of you than I am right now. You don't have to prove anything to me! So, are you feeling well enough to walk over and see how well you did in the race? I'm pretty sure you're going to win a medal today."
Nikki picks up the water bottle, taking a long drink, "Okay Dad, but I still feel wobbly. You won't be too far away will you?" she asks with that twinkle in her eyes.
"No sweetie, I will be right here when you need me." winking playfully, Nikki smiles up approvingly.
"Thanks Dad you're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you taking care of me." she continued to smile happily. Arms around each other we slowly start walking back toward the race area.
Nikki leans heavily against me, her arm tight around my waist. My arm around her shoulder, pulling her as close as possible. Her warm feminine form seems to mold itself to mine, new forbidden longings for my ten-year-old daughter start to grow within me.
Nikki is still a little rubber legged from her race. Taking it slowly, Nikki and I walk up to the timers table. Nikki looks at one of the timing officials and asks "my name is Nikki McBride can you give me my race time, and my finishing placement.” she asks pleasantly, thanking the official.
The race official types in Nikki's name into a laptop. Look at the screen for a few seconds, then up at Nikki saying, "I have your race time at 18 minutes 56 seconds, and you place first in the under 12 division girls. The award ceremonies will begin in about 15 minutes, just in front of the finish line. Congratulations young lady, that is a very fast time for an under 12 girl."
Both Nikki and I stare at the race official for a few moments, realizing that Nikki has won her first race in the under 12 division. Nikki lets out a delighted squeal and starts jumping around like she just won her first Olympic gold medal.
"Did you hear that Dad", she intones delightfully. "I won! I won! Wow, this is already a great birthday. Come on Dad, let's go over, and get ready for the award ceremony." A beaming Nikki, holding my hand, leads me away toward the finish line.
Smiling my thanks to the race official. I turn to walk beside my excited daughter, all the time numbly considering, the day is still quite young.
The award ceremony was almost anti-climatic, or so we thought. When Nikki's name is called, she stands and works her way through the people sitting on the ground, receiving her 1st Place medal. As Nikki walks back, many of the girls give her an unpleasant glare.
Nikki, seemingly above it all, just smiled sweetly at them, and walked back to stand beside me. At the end of the award ceremony, metal around her neck, Nikki and I meander hand-in-hand back toward the Jeep.
Right before we got to our vehicle, we heard someone calling after us from behind, "Mr. McBride... Nikki!” Turning we see a female running coach wearing a Phoenix Elite t-shirt approaching.
“Hi Nikki, my name is Coach Madison from the Elite Runners Club in Phoenix. I just thought, I would come by and talk to you both for a few minutes.” Nikki smiles at the sudden attention. “Nikki do you realize what you just did? I looked at your race form and you're listed as a ten year old. Is that correct? If so, that was the fastest ten-year-old time I ever saw. 18 minutes and 56 seconds for a 5K. Very impressive young lady." Coach Madison explains, smiling at our surprised facial features.
Nikki and I quickly look at each other. Nikki looks back to coach Madison, "Yes coach, I turned ten today." Nikki's face reddening in embarrassment.
Coach Madison smiled warmly, "Well Nikki, if it's all right with your Mom and Dad, I would like you to be a member of our running club. You're still too young to officially run in our sanctioned meets, or to even adhere to a scheduled practice routine.” she pauses before continuing, “I would like for you to continue to run local meets, including those in Phoenix. We'll help you set those up, and if you do well, we might even take you to a large 5K run in Orange County this fall that has an Under 12 Open Division. Please send us your official times. All you have to do is request your time be sent to Phoenix Elite. Each event has an official that will send it to our offices. I've already requested your official time for this race. Last but not least, whatever your practice schedule is please continue it, but don't overdo it please. I know this is a lot to take in. Please talk it over as a family, and call me in a few days." Coach Madison smiles and hands Nikki her business card.
"Thank you Coach Madison, that would be great. I appreciate you're interested in my running abilities. Is it okay, Dad? I know we need to talk with Mom, but I would really like to run some other events?" Nikki excitedly asks.
"Yes, Nikki. I think it'll be a great thing for you to be in a running club. Coach Madison, what do you need from us, other than a notarized Birth Certificate and our permission for her to compete?", I ask nonchalantly, extending my hand toward Coach Madison.
Coach Madison shaking my hand firmly, "Nothing right away, Mr. McBride.” laughing in amusement. “We'll send you the information you need, along with our charter and list of references. All you'll have to do is fill out the forms and send them back to us along with a copy, as you noted, of Nikki's Birth Certificate. It has been a pleasure meeting you both. I look forward to seeing you run in the future Nikki." smiling confidently, Coach Madison waves good-bye, turns and heads back toward a large group of youngsters standing by a parked bus.
Pausing a few feet away, Coach Madison looks back at Nikki, “You know Nikki, you scared the hell out of one of my best 12 year old girl runners today. She said you growled at her. Is that true?” she asked curtly.
“Yes, Mam. She was ogling my Dad. I didn't like that.” Nikki replies politely.
“Good for you. I'll be sure to tell her not to ogle your Dad.” laughing, she turns and walks away.
“You growled at her?” I ask cautiously.
“Well actually, I snarled at three of them, before I growled a warning.” Nikki says looking uncomfortable.
“May I ask what you growled at them, Nikki?” I ask patiently.
“I growled, Mine!” Nikki states matter of factually.
“Oh, In that case, it makes it alright?” I scolded her. “Remember our feelings and actions together must remain utterly secret. No more growling, okay!” I smile ruffling her damp red hair. Turning her back toward the jeep, I smack Nikki playfully on the butt.
“Ouch! What's that for... being bad, or can I expect you to smack my butt for fun now?” she asked playfully.
“Both! Besides, I get ten free butt smacks tomorrow, birthday girl!” laughing at my own joke, Nikki frowns and sticks her tongue out at me.
“So Daddy, will my birthday spanking be with, or without panties? I know usually, you spank me through a pair of shorts or my bikini bottom. I don't mind taking those off, if you'd rather spank my bare butt.” she teases scooting ahead of another attempted butt smack.
I'm pretty sure, I've opened Pandora's Box early this morning, and who should appear, but my prepubescent ten-year-old daughter. I wonder how far Nikki wants to take our new father/daughter relationship.
Smiling, my little minx takes my hand, and we start back towards the Jeep. Nikki is quite pumped by today's events. She's skipping along, shaking her head from side to side, but not letting go of my hand. Soon we reached the Jeep for our trip home.
While walking around to the rear of the Jeep, I unlocked the doors with the key fob. Opening the rear gate, I lift the rear window and throw the backpack inside. At the same time Nikki comes whizzing around the rear gate, and jumps into my arms.
Throwing her arms tightly around my neck, “I love you so much, Dad.” She lifts her face to mine, in a long overdue hot and passionate kiss. Nikki crushes my lips, forcing her tongue past my lips deep into my mouth. Starting a heated game of tongue fencing, I wrap my arms around my preteen daughter. Instead of a nylon running top, I feel warm, smooth, bare, female skin.
In stunned relation, Nikki presses those exposed hardened nipples into my muscular t-shirt covered chest. The hard rubbery nipples glided seductively through the thin cotton material of my t-shirt, sending goose pimples down my arms. My dick responds instantly, swelling rapidly to full hardness in a matter of seconds... from the closeness of the preteen sexpot in my arms. The large tent bulge in my Khaki's is most uncomfortable, and getting worse by the second.
Stumbling backwards, I try unsuccessfully to free myself. Holding on for dear life, Nikki's arms remain firmly clasped around my neck.
Laughing and giggling the whole time, “Yea, revenge is sweet. Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, got you good that time. You weren't expecting a semi naked hottie jumping into your arms were you!” Nikki shouts with glee.
“Nikki for god sake, we're in the middle of a 'GODS DAMN' park, with people all around. You can't just strip your top off and go running around half naked. Shit, what the hell has gotten into you today. Quit screwing around and get your ass in the jeep before I... !”
Arms holding her close, Nikki just stares up at me, “What Dad, spank my ass! You know I would like that, right?” Nikki quickly releases her leech-like grip on my neck, dropping lightly to the ground, she lunges into the back of the Jeep. Still laughing noisily, Nikki crawls over the back seat, flaunting her cute little ass the whole way, and bounces into the front seat.
Glancing around, there's no one watching us on this quiet Saturday morning, or the sexual antics of my crazy preteen daughter. Shutting the back window and rear gate, I walk around and open the driver's door.
“Dad”, Nikki shouts, pointing to a red family van coming towards us on her side of the parking lot. Hunkering down, Nikki reclines her seat back partially. Laying in her seat, Nikki's perky preteen tits stick up proudly, from her otherwise flat chest. Her smooth lightly freckled white skin glistens with a light sheen of perspiration. Nikki smiles mischievously my way, winks and blows me a kiss.
Parking about three spaces down from us, the door slides open letting out two boys and one girl. The parents follow at a slightly slower pace. They quickly unload a rolling cooler from the back, and of all things, an old school picnic basket. Laughing at the kids, they walk over toward a cover awning, and the picnic table beneath.
“Wow, that was close, thank those talented auto makers for tinted windows.” Nikki ventures tentatively.
I'm so mad I could spit, ”Nikki, where the hell is your racing top. I don't see it anywhere?” I ask angrily from the driver's side door.
Continuing to look in the Jeep, I see Nikki's hand pointing back over the front seat. Looking in that direction, I see her red top hanging from a nearby Oleander bush. It's about 8 feet above the ground.
Slamming my door, I walk over to the bush. Hoping no one will notice I'm getting a girl's racing top out of a tree, I check on the family in the red van. Fortunately, the other family has reached the awning, and is busy setting up for a picnic. No one is paying attention to me, or the bulging cock tent in my shorts.
At 6'3”, the top is in easy reach. I grab the sweaty flaming red top from the branch and head back to the Jeep. Nikki looks at me, smiling from the passenger seat.
“Did you find it okay, Daddy?” she erupts in another fit of laughter.
I crumple the shirt up, and throw it at her head, “Nikki for crying out loud, put that damn shirt back on.” I warn.
Getting into the Jeep, and closing the door, my attention is drawn once again to Nikki. She is sitting in the partially reclined passenger seat, with her bright red racing top, now draped down the front of her chest.
“How's this look, Daddy?” pausing, she gives me a sugary sweet smile, “You really wrinkled my racing top when you wadded it up, and threw it at me. It will take some time to get those wrinkles out.” she states with mocked concern.
Nikki slides her hand down her chest ever so slowly, smoothing the nylon material. She stops her descent, when both hands reach the walnut sized cones of her preteen tits. Beneath the nylon material her nipples are still clearly hard.
Nikki moans loudly as her hands rub the hardened sensitive nipples, “ooh, yea, uuummm, aah, that feels incredibly good. I think all this fresh air is causing my tits to grow faster? What do you think Daaaddddyyyy?” Nikki purrs, watching intently for my reaction.
Sitting in the driver's seat, somewhat stunned by Nikki's lewd behavior, and before I can react, Nikki rips off her bright red racing top and hurls it back at me.
The top hits me in the face and drops down into my lap. Nikki's howl of laughter is nearly deafening inside the Jeep. Seeing my lovely daughter busting a gut, finally gets to me as well, and I join in. We laugh uproariously, until we're both gasping for breath.
Nikki recovers first, noticing the extra large tent bulging in my Khaki shorts. All of Nikki's sexual playfulness has my dick hard, and painfully confined in several layers of unyielding cotton.
Nikki, smiling evilly at my discomfort, “That will teach you to twist my nipples right before a race. My body got all tingly, and then I started feeling like I had to pee. I mean, I've seen Mom leaking, but never me.” hesitating, she decides to share everything with good old Dad, “I had to walk carefully, to keep from oozing that slick gooey mess down both legs, and still some got out. You have no idea how hard it was to nonchalantly wipe between my legs. I'm glad the rest leaked out during the race.” she finishes, before one last taunt, “I'm planning on laying here topless, yep, all the way home. I hope your dick stays nice and hard in those tight shorts.” she proudly announces sticking her tongue out at me.
With no further preamble, Nikki lays back in her seat, putting on her seat belt. The shoulder strap lay perfectly flat between her prepubescent tits. Making sure to maximize my discomfort, Nikki reached down, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her racing shorts, and peeling them down over the bony protrusions of her narrow hips, exposing the perfect smooth white skin of her lower abdomen. Thankfully, she stops right above the predominant bulge of her hairless Pubis Mon.
Casually, Nikki runs her right hand down the smooth flatness of her lower abdomen and under her racing shorts. Spreading her legs, Nikki hand cups her Pubis Mons massaging the puffy bald flesh beneath her shorts. Her fingers sliding smoothly into the hidden pink furrow between her spread legs. Rubbing up and down, Nikki pulls her hand from her running shorts. Her fingers glistening wet from her aroused preteen pussy, a few drops of the aromatic fluid falling onto her abdomen.
The sweet musky aroma of her arousal slams into me like a ton of bricks. Nostrils flaring, the oldest of all aphrodisiacs sends my heart rate racing through the roof. I try futilely to regain control of my body's autonomic reaction to Nikki's, clearly aroused body. Helplessly aroused by my preteen daughter, I turn painfully forward looking out the windshield.
Nikki finally looks fleetingly my way,”Okay, Dad lets head for home. I need to take a shower and eat something before we go shopping.”
I start the Jeep, still gazing at the incredibly sexy sight of my nearly naked preteen daughter laying in the passenger seat next to me. Nikki's wet fingers are idly tracing little circles in the small pool of her own pussy juice. My rock hard cock, continues to twitch in my khaki shorts.
Wiping her slimy fingers on her red shorts, Nikki reclines her seat a little further, puts her headphones on, and starts her music. Yep, it's definitely going to be a long ride home.
With the aromatic pussy juice drying slowly on the smooth white skin of her lower abdomen. I pull out onto the Park's loop road, and work my way toward the interstate. The drive home is pure torture, I can't keep my eyes off Nikki's perky tits and mostly nude body. Especially distracting is watching Nikki naked body twisting and turning, to the rhythm of the silent music playing on her headphones. The scent of her aroused prepubescent body hangs heavily in the confines of the Jeep. I finally have to roll down the two rear windows for some much needed fresh air.
Her undulating body is driving me absolutely crazy. It's so bad that I'm having a hard time staying on the road. Mercifully the traffic is light today, or I would have run over someone by now. As Nikki promised, my throbbing cock has not lessened in size during the entire trip home.
About a mile from home, I turn the Jeep into the foothills, worming my way through our twisting hilly neighborhood road. Nikki bolts upright, knowing our drive home is nearly over.
Nikki looks down at my bulging dick, confined within my Khakis, and laughs uproariously. “Told you so, didn't I. That bad boy hasn't shrunk a bit. Want me to help you with that... ” she asks leisurely.
With an exasperated huff, I answer harshly, “Yes Nikki, you can help! Knock off the teasing crap, and I'll be just fine.”
Nikki pouts, “Gee, Dad that doesn't sound like much fun at all. Your choice though. Let me know if you change your mind or something...”
During our conversation, I pulled into our drive stopping in front of the garage doors. Nikki grabs the remote from the visor, opening the garage door. Before I can park, Nikki launches herself out the Jeep door, and runs into the garage.
Nikki opens the door into the house. Standing in the doorway, she quickly hooks both thumbs in the elastic waistband of her partially lowered running shorts and panties; bending at the waist, she nonchalantly pulls them down around her ankles. Parking the Jeep, I get a full tantalizing view of her long sensuous legs, perfect tight ass, and hairless cunt.
She quickly works the running shorts and panties off her feet near the doorway. Standing, she casually picks up the inside out running shorts and panties. In a final act of defiance, Nikki throws them at the Jeep. In a smooth white skinned display of naked loveliness, Nikki turns quickly to sprint gazelle-like into the house.
For the next chapter in this series, see Nikki's Birthday Surprise, Part 3: The Shopping Trip.