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Authors name: Karen Recalls (recalls2002@yahoo.com)
Story title : Something Sweet
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Something Sweet (Mf, inc, ped, oral)
by Karen Recalls (recalls2002@yahoo.com)
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A sexually 'cut-off' husband is left to babysit his one
and a half year old daughter while his angry wife goes
grocery shopping. The things you'll do when there's no
outlet...
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"You watch the baby this time! I have to go grocery
shopping- there's nothing in this shithole to eat. Lazy
bastard! You could have done this on your way home!,"
and Mike's wife slammed out the kitchen door. He felt
the stomach acid churning in his gut. He heard the
Bonneville sputter, then catch.
"She'll be gone for a least an hour and a half," he
thought. Christ! All he wanted to do was flop in front
of the t.v. and watch some sports; forget about her and
her goddamn mouth, and certainly forget about that
leaking, noisy bag of stink sitting opposite him in her
highchair.
Almost as if Miranda knew her daddy was thinking mean
thoughts, she opened her one and a half year old flap
and started to wail. "Jee-sus Fucking Christ!" he
snapped and watched as Miranda stopped immediately and
looked across at him from her highchair. Her big blue
eyes swam with tears; streaked down both her chubby pink
cheeks. Fussing had made her warm and sweaty. The golden
curls curled even more, sticking out like a halo. "She
really is pretty," he thought. He felt a sudden rush of
affection for his little girl. "Randy? Are you daddy's
pretty little angel, honey, huh?" Miranda smiled and lit
up the room. She laughed and he looked at the wet, pink-
YOUNG mouth....so new. So brand new.
"I must be losing my fucking mind," he thought. "What
the hell's the matter with me?"
The matter was in fact, that Mike had not had sex with
his over-worked, continually depressed wife in two
months. Hell, he'd not seen ANY KIND of a pink hole
in.... "Nah! Cut it out, asshole," he muttered to
himself. "You're not that kind of a freak." And Mike-
out of habit- adjusted his crotch and found to his
embarrassment and dismay that he was sporting a fairly
good sized boner. It grew even more uncomfortably hard,
pushing against the mid-seam in his bluejeans as he
checked it out, not able to believe what he was
thinking. He got hornier by the second. Hated himself
for it, but felt such a delicious thrill, too. "No one
would know."
"Who's gonna tell.... Randy? Shit, if she gets'Da-Da'
out, it's a miracle most days..."
He felt his eyes getting that hot, swimmy kind of look.
Heard the blood rushing in his own ears. He rubbed his
crotch and leaned back in the chair. Slowly, almost
without really thinking about what he was doing, Mike
undid his fly. Quietly.
He reached inside and dug out his swollen cock. Miranda
couldn't even see what he was doing. "God! This feels
great," he thought. "Jacking off in my own kitchen with
little...with my.. with my LITTLE DAUGHTER in her baby
chair and that feels even better because...because...."
He stood up. Miranda's eyes fell to what her daddy was
doing with his hands. He looked so funny, she laughed
and clapped her little hands over her mouth. "Want
something sweet, Randy?," he said and barely recognized
his own voice. She nodded and the golden curls bounced
all around her pretty head. Just for the hell of it,
Mike began to sway his hips back and forth, feeling the
weight of his hardon switching back and forth as well.
He kind of.... shimmied for Randy and this time she
clapped her hands together and giggled. He was getting
so crazy hot, he hardly knew or cared what he was doing.
He didn't care if that bitch came back right now,
and....
The thought of his wife and her locked down pussy,
brushing against him in bed then pushing him away like
he was some kind of ANIMAL.... Now the thoughts of his
wife and her tits and her ass and her mouth got all
mixed up with Randy and her soft, pink little mouth and
sweet little baby cunt and the way she was looking with
absolute adoration at him. Even his cock, big old
swollen club of a cock.... she didn't even mind it one
bit that he was hard and needing some really, really
bad.
Mike went to the refrigerator and looked inside. The
cold air felt strange on his hardon- right there in his
own kitchen, with his daughter.... his cock jumped. It
pulsed. It throbbed. He reached in and pulled out a jar
of Smuckers Strawberry jam. He walked over to the
microwave and set it for 30 seconds. Opened the jam lid
and put it inside. When the bell rang, he took it out
again. "Watch daddy, baby. Watch what he does to his
peepee...." and he stuck his boner right into the full
jar of jam. It was warm. It felt so fucking warm and
nice. He thought about that prissy bitch spreading some
of THAT on her next piece of toast.
He moved the jar up and down on his cock. It made slick
suction sounds. Mike set the jar on the table and walked
over to Randy. He was holding his now jam-coated hardon
very near her face. He could feel the warm baby breath
on the head. Sticky, as horn-toad as he'd ever be, he
stroked it for his baby girl. Up and down....slow. Slow.
"Open your mouth, honey. Taste some of this good
strawberry jam. Ummmmmm...." he crooned to her,
thrusting his hips close to her face. Randy opened her
mouth. Mike cupped her little chin and put first, just
the head to her lips. A small, pink tongue darted out
and the shock of it's contact almost sent him sprawling
to the floor. "OHHHhhhh.. ummmm. Ummmmmm.... yes, yes
baby, ummmmmmmm," as he pushed his cock into her opened
mouth.
"Suck it, sweetie," he was nearly whispering now, and so
fucking hot he was ready to shoot. And just as if it
were her bottle, she sucked on his meat. Wet, happy,
sucking sounds and little 'mmmmm's' came from her. She
licked instinctively and suddenly, Mike blew his load in
her mouth. Randy pulled back in shock, eyes big and
frightened, but Mike grabbed the back of her curly head
and held her face close to his cock as it pulsed and
shot the rest of his cum on her cheeks and hair and
lips. She was crying now, scared, but Mike took his
still hard cock and held her face to it, rubbing,
rubbing, rubbing his jizz all over his daughter's
howling face.
"AAAuuuuughhhh!!! AAAUUuuuuuggghh!!" he screamed,
holding her head like a vise and pulling her into his
pelvis. "I loveyou.... loveyou loveyou loveyou babygirl
sweetie oh my sweet sweeeeeeeet little Randy..."
When it was over, he was shaking, his heart pounding
like it might explode. He couldn't wait to mollify her,
give her a bath and get her ready for bed. "That bitch
will be so impressed I took care of her and got her
bedded down," he thought to himself. "Silly daddy," he
said to Miranda.
"That was a silly game, right?" he said, grinning like
an ape, happy for the first time in months. Randy slowly
began to giggle; he watched that remarkable thing kids
do when they slide from tears to laughter just as easily
as a trombone from key to key. "Kid are great," he
thought. "So fucking resilient."
"Come on, sweetie. Let's get a bath...."
The End
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