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Amyie's Crush 2
by Sbeagle (htanya_18@yahoo.com)
***
Amyie and daddy really "came" together in the last one,
will it happen again. Oh, and don't forget about Tara.
(Mf, ped, inc)
***
Breakfast
Mr. Honeywell was downstairs eating breakfast, thinking
about his torrid encounter with his daughter last
night. He could picture her body, petite and lean,
twisting this way and that as she sat in his lap
grinding her pussy into his cock. She slid up and down.
Her breasts, so small, bouncing slightly, a look of
concentration on her face as she rode her father. The
strands of sweaty blonde hair framing her sweet
innocent face making her look so sexy, so cute, so...
his daughter. He was beside himself with guilt.
He hated himself for going back up to her room after
they had argued. She had successfully seduced him the
day before in the amusement park and he turned her
down. He sent her away crying and when his wife turned
him down again, he went to his daughter. Was it lust
that had driven him to her? Was it love? He hadn’t
slept after he left her room.
They cuddled for a while and then, he was afraid Mrs.
Honeywell would know what was going on, so he left. He
lay down in his own bed, staring at the ceiling,
wondering what in the hell had just happened. His body
was alive for the first time in a long time. He felt
pangs of love at the same time. His heart hurt for his
little girl.
He didn’t know exactly how she felt. Was she in lust or
love? She certainly acted like she was in lust when he
came inside her. She talked to him like he was a lover,
she cussed at him, she begged him to fuck her, she used
the word cunt! "My God!" he thought, "I have a slut for
a daughter."
"What the hell are you so happy about?" Mr. Honeywell
was rudely interrupted from his flashback by the
nagging whining voice of his wife.
"Nothing, just enjoying my coffee." He replied.
"What are you doing up anyway?" she asked.
"Dunno, just woke up early I guess."
"Well do me a favor today and do the fucking dishes.
Don’t just sit on your godamned ass all day like you
usually do." She snapped.
"Aren’t you going away this weekend?"
"Yeah but I still want the dishes done today ‘cause if
I get home on Sunday and this wreck of a house is still
not cleaned there will be hell to pay!"
Mr. Honeywell took his overbearing wife with a grunt as
she climbed back up stairs. He would clean it all
right, but not today... the bitch.
Amyie had woken up with the sweet feeling of her pussy
stretched. She loved the fact that her father had cum
inside her last night. She let her hand wander down her
tiny body to underneath her panties and she touched
herself. She was still sore from his cock and sticky
from his cum, but she liked the dual pleasure and pain
feeling it gave when she touched it. As she played more
and more of the pain left and the pleasure took over.
She thought back to her manly father, his large
muscular arms on either side of her head as he pounded
his cock into her. She met him with each thrust her
clit making contact with his body as his cock glided,
slick and wide, inside her. He was sooo deep! She loved
the feeling of having him on top of her and inside her.
She slowly fingered her wet pussy and spread her lithe
little girl legs, remembering. Her fingers where in her
slit and she was thrusting, her back arching, her
breath coming in little harsh whispers, she thought
back to when he came inside her, had she really used
the word cunt? "My God!" she thought, "I’m such a
slut!"
The door opened and Amyie instinctively covered up,
flopping onto her belly to cover her masturbatory
bliss.
"Sorry sweetie! Did I scare you?" asked her mother.
"Uh....yeah! Its ok, you leavin?" she shakily
responded.
"Ya I’ll be back on Sunday, take care of your father
this weekend. Oh, and how was your date with Bradley
yesterday? You went to six flags right?"
"Oh he was pretty lame..." she said, turning over now
that she was somewhat recovered. Looking her mother in
the face she told her a quick summary of the "date".
Mrs. Honeywell said goodbye and closed the door. Amyie
was so tense that when her mother left she felt herself
melt back into bed. It was time for a cold shower Tara
would be here to pick her up soon. She might even grab
some breakfast before she headed off to school.
After her shower Amyie put on a pair of loose fitting
low riding khaki pants and a small polo shirt that rose
up just a bit to reveal her tummy. She also wore some
strappy sandals that were high in the heel. She thought
about waking her dad this morning, with a kiss maybe?
But she decided against this. She figured she might
just surprise him this evening with a night on the
town. Mom wasn’t even going to be here anyway so they
would have the house to themselves. What timing!
When she got downstairs she was surprised to she her
father sitting at the table. At once when she saw him
she was flooded with feelings of love and connection
mixed with a healthy bit of lust. Her heart leaped and
she beamed a million dollar smile. "Dad! You’re up!"
"Yup," he could see she was excited and he still hadn’t
figured out what to say so he just answered quietly,
hanging his head low.
"Are you going to do something special today? Why are
you up so early?"
"I couldn’t sleep."
Amyie’s heart fluttered again, was he up all night
thinking about her!? She walked over to him and leaned
in for a hug and kiss. Mr. Honeywell allowed the first
but at the thought of kissing his daughter again he
felt uncomfortable and stood abruptly.
"What’s wrong daddy?" she pouted?
"Uh nothing... sorry sweetie," and he pecked her on the
cheek.
"Huh? A peck on the cheek?" Amyie was a little hurt.
She moved in close to her father wrapping her slender
arms around him and burying her head into his chest.
"Daddy about last night..."
Mr. Honeywell grunted and smiled. Maybe it wasn’t lust,
he thought. He could feel himself losing focus, his
body reacting to his daughter’s touch.
She knew she had his attention and she nuzzled herself
into him. She could feel his body, so thick and firm,
as she pressed hers, so young and elegant, into him.
She loved this but wanted more and started to kiss at
her father’s neck.
When Mr. Honeywell felt his daughter’s lips on his
flesh he was overcome by the feelings in his groin and
began to enjoy the hot and wet kisses she left on his
neck. She put her hands under his shirt and stroked his
back with her nails as she craned her neck and rose up
on her tiptoes to kiss her father. Mr. Honeywell lost
all reason and began to kiss her back. Their lips met
and her tongue snaked into his mouth first. It danced
around inside his mouth and he had trouble keeping up.
She moaned and melted, he had to support her and lifted
her onto the counter. She spread her legs and he slid
between them. She wrapped her legs around him and
pulled him close. She was trying to hump him while they
made out but she just couldn’t move just right.
The two were kissing with a sincere passion for one
another. Amyie used her hands on her father’s face as
she kissed him, and he let his hands wander to her
breasts. They were so small and her bra was slightly
padded so he slid his hands underneath her shirt
touching her bare skin. She jumped, smiled and moaned
all at the same time. He eased her off the counter and
carried her over to the dining room table chair. Mr.
Honeywell had something in mind.
Amyie smiled as she was twisted around to face the
door, her back to her father, still sitting in his lap.
He reached around to her front and slid his hands down
the front of her pants. She leaned back and tried to
kiss her father over her shoulder. He found her pussy,
waiting and wet beneath silk panties. He fingered it.
She stopped trying to kiss and leaned forward placing
her hands on his knees.
Somehow her pants had become unbuttoned and slid down a
little. She was grinding into her father’s hand as he
finger fucked her. He could see her shirt raised up and
the small of her back. He could also see the slight
crack of her bottom as she gyrated on his hand. She was
moaning and breathing hard, head down just working her
hips and pussy on her father’s hand. She felt a tingle
in her tummy and thighs. She was going to cum and she
leaned back to tell her father.
"Daddy, you hand feels so good in my slit, I am goin...
oh daddy... I’m..."
Outside the Honeywell household a green Ford Mustang
screeched to a halt. A vivacious brunette leapt from
the car and raced to the Honeywell’s front door. She
was stunning. She had curves from heaven and light
coffee colored skin. Her lips were pink and plump. Her
hair was brown and wavy. She moved like a movie star,
confident and sexy. The world was her red carpet.
She knocked on the door and opened it. She never waited
for an answer; usually Amyie was waiting in the kitchen
so she headed there first. When she walked into the
kitchen she noticed something was wrong. Amyie’s father
was washing dishes and Amyie was buried in a magazine.
"Mr. Honeywell! What are you doing up!" said Tara
chirpily.
"Cleaning" he responded. He did not turn around.
Strangely the water wasn’t even on.
"Well, good morning to you too!" she said looking at
Amyie. Amyie’s face was red and her shirt a little
pushed up. "Ready?"
"Yeah," said Amyie. She smiled at Tara, a devilish and
sexy smile. A light went off in Tara’s head.
"OOOOKAAAAYYY!" said Tara, and she winked at Amyie,
looked at Mr. Honeywell. "I’ll meet you outside in a
sec OK! Hurry though we can’t be late again." And with
that Tara left the two lovers and trotted outside,
amazed. She climbed into her Mustang and her short
jeans skirt rose higher revealing her wonderfully
shapely legs. She smiled to her self as she sat in her
car thinking about what Amyie and her dad were up to
right before she interrupted. She spread her legs
slightly and played idly with her panties while she
daydreamed.
After Tara left, Amyie and Mr. Honeywell exchanged
nervous smiles. It was thrilling. Amyie walked over to
her father, who sank against the sink, she grabbed his
hand and stared down at his fingers, they were still
wet from being inside her. "Daddy," she said. "I am not
sure I can wait until I get home to fuck you tonight,
will you pick me up from school early?"
Mr. Honeywell looked at his blonde daughter and smiled.
She had worn pigtails today. She looked so young and
the word fuck looked so wrong coming out of her mouth.
He was entranced, she was looking up at him through
lidded eyes, biting her pink bottom lip. His cock
stirred and he said, "Maybe."
With that Amyie stuck out her tongue and licked her
juices off her father’s fingers. She slid her tongue
from the knuckles of his first and second fingers to
the tips, taking both in her mouth and pulling it out
slowly from her lips. She smiled, grabbed his cock
through his shorts and skipped out of the door. Both
father and daughter were thinking the same thing. What
a fucking slut!
***
"No Way!" Shouted Tara over the roar of wind rushing
through the sunroof on the Mustang. "I mean come on,
right before I got there you were in his lap! He was
finger fucking you?"
"Yeah and if you hadn’t of screeched your tires when
you got here he was about to bend me over the table!"
said Amyie. "It was so amazing, I mean it was this
thing, I mean like all the sudden, I mean I was kissing
him and then we just got overwhelmed and I was up on
the counter, and then in his lap..."
Amyie leaned back in the passenger seat of the Mustang
and smiled over at her best friend. They had an unusual
relationship; they were actually two years apart in
physical age. Most people at their private school only
hung out with people their own grade. Tara and Amyie
had become friends when they were really young and
dispelled the tradition of peer friends.
Tara was immediately attracted to Amyie’s mature mind
and then fell in love with the girl’s looks. She loved
being around her even though she was two years younger.
Most of all Tara felt like Amyie would someday be more
than just a girlfriend. Someday, she thought, Amyie
would make a great lover, a great soul mate, but Tara
knew that Amyie was too young to think about
relationships on a serious level like that, this whole
thing with her father was just evidence that. Amyie
didn’t know how to separate love and lust.
Tara didn’t want her heart broken so she just bided her
time, using the friends with benefits label when
referring to Amyie. They experienced lots of things for
the first time together. Lately though their
relationship had been so sexual. Tara didn’t mind at
all though and she took the chance anywhere anyplace to
get her rocks off with her young protégé. She loved
having Amyie between her legs. Her tongue was so warm
and smooth, her face so young an innocent. She let her
mind wander across Amyie’s body and how she must have
looked when she was fucking her father. Would she
swallow? Was she on top? The questions were making her
hotter and hotter.
"I’ll bet your father loves it when you talk dirty to
him, doesn’t he Amyie!" Tara looked over at her
girlfriend; she was sitting in the passenger seat with
her legs crossed Indian style, all contorted and
fidgety like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Tara
swooned over her younger friend. Amyie is going to make
thousands of people fall in love with her, she thought.
"Yeah he did, he came inside me when I started talking
dirty, I mean I could tell he was close but I think I
pushed him over the edge." Amyie said. She reached her
hand out absentmindedly and stroked Tara’s bare thigh.
"Don’t you think your skirt is a little too short for
school?" she asked.
"Fuck ya!" Tara’s legs were alternating between the gas
and the break, opening and closing her thighs making
her skirt ride higher. Amyie enjoyed the view. "You
know how I like it girl," said Tara. "Besides I have
Econ today, I love that Mr. Carol. I think he likes me
too, Ya know, I flash him some skin he gives me a good
grade, it's easy when you are this fine!"
Amyie chuckled, and let her eyes wander all over her
friend. Tara was right. She was fine.
***
Lunch
It was fourth period, almost lunch, and Amyie was lost
somewhere in an African colony. The tribesmen were
about to start a revolution when Amyie’s cell phone
buzzed a message in her pocket. She opened her cell and
saw on the screen Ams, can’t stop thinking about you
and your father... need you to meet me third floor
library bathroom. Amyie texted back: You’re crazy!
Tara: For You! Amyie was a sucker for Tara’s sweet
talk. She was in the bathroom almost as soon as the
bell rang for the beginning of lunch.
Tara entered the bathroom and locked the door.
"What happened to Professor Carol?" Amyie asked.
"He doesn’t do it for me like you do Amyie" Tara said
hoarsely.
Tara was a picture of sex as she posed against the
door. Her hands were behind her pressing her chest a
little higher. Her legs were crossed and she was
looking from under her brown bangs with a look of such
lust Amyie needed to grab onto a sink to keep her weak
knees from faltering. Tara lifted her shirt exposing
her round belly, not as tight as Amyie’s but still very
delicious. Amyie turned away smiling and looked into
the mirror, teasing.
"Hey! Don’t turn away from me in my hour of need! You
little tease." Said Tara.
Amyie saw Tara moving toward her. Tara was behind her
and pressed her body against the young blonde. Tara
hugged Amyie from behind and looked at her in the
mirror. Both girls smiled at each other as Tara peeked
from behind Amyie’s shoulder. Tara grinded her pelvis
into the curve of Amyie’s ass.
The two girls were a perfect fit. Tara’s sexy curves
melded themselves to Amyie’s petite little girl frame.
Her brown hair and dark skin contrasting with Amyie’s
blonde and fair skin. Amyie felt weak as Tara began to
touch her belly. Tara’s hands were under Amyie’s shirt
in an instant working their way of Amyie’s flat tummy.
"Amyie I was just imagining your body with your
father...you guys looked so hot in my dreams! I just
sat and watched as he bent you over the kitchen
table..." Tara pressed Amyie on her back and bent her
over the sink.
"I watched as he pulled down your pants and you
presented your ass to him." She undid Amyie’s khaki
buttons and pulled her pants down a little.
"You still had on your shirt but you were naked from
the waist down...oh gawd Amyie that thin waist..." and
Tara lifted Amyie’s shirt tracing the contours of the
girl’s small waist and back.
"...and he grabbed you and slid his cock into your
pussy from behind..." Tara thrust her crotch into
Amyie’s ass, she grunted, Amyie whimpered. Amyie’s
craned her neck around to see Tara. Tara was enjoying
her role-play as Amyie’s father.
"I saw your head roll back and your mouth open as he
slowly slid into you...I almost came just thinking
about it Amyie. I need you. Please Amyie..."
Amyie arched her back, pressing her ass into Tara’s
crotch. Rubbing as if she were giving Tara a lap dance.
Amyie turned and pressed herself into Tara. The two
girls lost themselves in each other’s bodies.
Their hands were roaming and thighs sliding between
each other’s thighs. Tara’s skirt was pushed up and her
wet panties rubbed against Amyie’s bare thigh. Amyie
had slipped off Tara’s flimsy white thong pushed her
skirt above her hips and raised her own thigh to meet
Tara’s wet puss. Amyie pushed Tara against a wall and
the girls kissed more.
Amyie ran her hand down Tara’s taut tummy and between
her spread thighs. She roughly inserted one finger, and
then another, into Tara. She leaned back a bit and
stuck her tongue out at Tara. Tara stuck hers out and
the two pink tongues darted onto each other with sticky
saliva dripping between them. Some dripped onto Tara’s
chin and Amyie licked it off on her way to Tara’s neck.
Tara’s eyes closed in passion. She moaned, "Amyie, you
are so fucking sexy... please baby suck my clit! Come
on my little girl suck it."
She kissed her collarbone and felt Tara up with the
hand not occupied in Tara’s sex. Tara’s breasts were so
much larger than Amyie’s, she always loved to lick and
suck them. She made her way round the outside of the
breast rubbing her face against the tit as much as her
tongue and lips. Her eyes closed, She licked the left
one and looked up to Tara.
"Amyie quit teasing!" Tara was grinding into Amyie’s
hand and looked down to see pigtailed Amyie’s tongue
licking her nipple. The visual and sensation sent
shockwaves through Tara, and she audibly gasped, "shit
Amyie, fucking lick it baby!"
Tara held the back of Amyie’s blonde head and guided it
lower onto her tummy. Amyie drank in Tara’s coffee
colored skin as she kissed her way towards her wet
pussy. She licked and kissed, and darted her tongue all
along Tara’s tummy. Tara writhed under Amyie’s wet
tongue and let the warm sensation flood her senses. She
leaned back and ran her hands through Amyie’s hair,
dislodging one of the pigtails. She thrust her hips
toward Amyie and she reached Tara’s hipbone. Amyie
devoured Tara, eating all of her inner thighs,
nibbling, slightly teasing Tara and finally achieving
her goal of Tara’s dripping cunt.
"Finally! MMMMM Tara!"
Amyie licked it from the bottom to the top. She turned
her head and met it lip for lip. She kissed it like she
was French kissing Tara. Amyie stuck her tongue deep
inside then out again and started sucking on Tara’s
pink wet clit. She curled her finger into Tara’s cunt
as she was sucking, attacking her clit with her tongue,
making it flat and rubbing it back and forth.
Amyie tasted it all but most of Tara’s wetness
slathered itself on Amyie’s face. Tara had slung both
legs on a sink and Amyie was kneeling between Tara. She
was eating her pussy and fingering it like she had
never before. Tara thrust her pussy and grinded her
clit into Amyie’s face, she began to groan and quiver.
"MMMMM yeah Amyie eat my fucking cunt! Yeah sweetie,
make me cum!" The quaking in Tara’s thighs began to
shake the head of young Amyie Honeywell. Soon Tara was
cumming on her face. In the back of Amyie’s mind she
was thinking about how delicious her father was going
to taste. Tara writhed and slowly enjoyed the feeling
of Amyie’s tongue lapping at her orgasmed cunt. Amyie
leaned back on her heels and looked up at Tara. "My
turn?" she said.
"Yeah baby, your turn now Amyie!" Said Tara, and she
slung her legs from the sinks and moved in between
Amyie’s legs, taking her silky panties in her mouth.
The knock on the door scared both the girls. The door
shuddered under the weight of someone trying to open
it. The girls quickly got dressed and darted out after
checking for the coast to be clear. They were
disappointed and as they parted they shared one more
long wet kiss. Tara could taste her own cunt juices on
Amyie’s breath and tongue. It was a sight. The two
girls were so beautiful, and were so into each other
that anyone watching might have cum in their pants.
As Amyie walked back to class she was disappointed that
she did not get a return in her investment with Tara,
but delighted that she was going to be so turned on for
her father this evening. I may not make to this
evening, she thought, the episode this morning with her
father and now this tryst with Tara were both cut short
leaving her desperately horny.
Her mind could not concentrate on her classes; it kept
drifting off, thoughts of Tara and her dad mingling
together until the three of them were in one big
threesome. Her professors might have noticed a
daydreamer in the back of class that day if they looked
closer they would have noticed her hands touching her
body absently.
Playground
Amyie tried to get a hold of her father during lunch.
He didn’t pick up the phone. She was severally
disappointed and getting hornier by the second. Her
mind raced with the possibilities that tonight would
hold, her mother gone for the weekend, left her alone
with her dad. She allowed her mind to picture what it
would be like to be making love to her father in her
parent’s bed. She felt her dad on her, and in her, she
smelled him, tasted him and looked into his eyes. She
couldn’t take much more of this. She needed him soon.
Mr. Honeywell’s cell phone rang. He was at Best Buy
looking at TVs when he saw his daughter’s number pop up
on the screen. He did the only thing he knew to do,
ignore the call. He was terrified. His wife had left
town, and this morning he was about to fuck his
daughter from behind. That was the word too, it wasn’t
make love, or have sex, he was ready to fuck her. That
was what had scared him.
She had stood up from his lap this morning, bent over
the kitchen table and he was standing too, unzipping,
getting ready to slide himself in her. The screeching
car outside was what shocked him. And her attitude when
she left was what made him not want to continue the
relationship any more. She licked his goddamned
fingers! She said she couldn’t wait to fuck him! When
he thought his daughter loved him he melted, he could
help but be with her sexually, but if this whole thing
was just lust... but still.
He had never felt this turned on. He had never felt so
hot for any woman. The passion and heat generated this
morning scared him. He listened to the message his
daughter left. She said she would meet him at the park
playground this afternoon, the one across from Tara’s
apartment complex. He decided he needed to go there.
Mr. Honeywell’s Honda Pilot drove into the empty
parking lot of the playground. He searched around for
his daughter and saw her on the swings, alone. No one
else was there. He fully intended to end this once and
for all, he couldn’t keep this up any longer, he needed
so much to get back to life as normal.
He needed to get back to his usual overbearing wife
telling him what to do and his boring unemployed days.
It sucked that his life was that way, maybe there was
something more exciting out there, maybe he could get a
divorce. Anything except a sexual relationship with his
daughter!
Amyie saw the car and waved. She was excited that her
dad finally arrived. She had a surprise for him.
Mr. Honeywell trudged slowly to her swing. He saw his
daughter there, and she was so beautiful. She was also
so young looking. On the swings she looked like a kid
again. She was older, yes, but at that moment nothing
about the situation made her look the age she really
was. When he got closer she ran up and hugged him. She
was so warm and her body fit against his in ways that
betrayed his thoughts of not continuing a relationship
with her. "Amyie, honey, we need to talk."
"About what?"
"About us sweetie."
Amyie frowned slightly then asked, "Dad, I know it’s
not right, I know me and you are doing something we
shouldn’t..."
"It’s not that sweetie." He interrupted. "I want it to
be right, I want you and me to work, I do. I just don’t
think that you feel the same."
"Dad? I feel the same, of course! I love you! I do! I
have never felt like this! Really!" she was getting
excited. "Look, sit down." He sat on a slide. She
climbed into his lap. "I wanted to tell you about what
I feel. All day I have been just thinking and thinking
about you how much I love you, and us, and what we did,
and I feel more and more horny! My god daddy I have
never felt like this!"
Mr. Honeywell smiled. He also felt a hard-on making
itself known. He was feeling his daughter’s lower back,
his hands on her bare flesh. She was whispering in his
ear about her day and how she thought about him in all
sorts of ways. Not the least of which was love. She
told him about how she still felt his fingers inside
her from this morning. He was beginning to crack. The
love/lust struggle within him was giving way yet again
to pure desire for his little girl. He could not stop
himself and he was not surprised when he felt her hand
on his pant leg, slowly creeping up the inside of his
thigh, grabbing hold of his raging hard-on.
Amyie sat across her father’s lap as he sat on the
slide. She reached between her own legs to rub her
father through his pants.
She told him "This is what I have been thinking about
mostly daddy, your cock. I want to suck it daddy. I
want to taste it. Please? Can I daddy?"
It was so erotic. She was whispering in his ear jacking
his cock through his pants. He thought, my life might
not get more exciting, and he nodded. Then she got on
her knees in front of him, in between his legs. Her
father leaned back as she unbuttoned his pants. The
pulled out a long erect cock. He looked around, it was
twilight, and no one was in sight. Amyie stared at the
erect member and began to kiss the underside of it from
the bottom up. Her lips were wet with saliva. She was
practically drooling. Her father’s cock was soo hard.
He groaned.
Mr. Honeywell looked down as his blonde pigtailed
daughter’s tongue was flat on the underside of his
penis. He was shivering. He had absolutely no willpower
and couldn’t stop his daughter from giving him a
blowjob in this public place. He saw her young face
sliding up and down the shaft. Her eyes were closed as
she made love to it with her mouth. Her tongue would
dart out and lick here, and then she would kiss it. It
was like she was eating an ice cream on a stick. She
had not swallowed it yet but he was sure that that part
would come soon. She reached the tip and spent a lot of
time on the underside right under the head.
He saw her tongue, like an extension of his cock, stuck
out and licking the tip. She was looking at him her
eyes wide and smiling. She closed her eyes, moaned, and
began to swallow his cock. She swallowed so far she
gagged a little and when she came back up for air his
cock was drenched with precum and saliva. Her mouth
open and strings of wetness were attached to his penis.
She smiled and it broke some of the strings. She
swallowed him again. This time she took more of his
cock.
Amyie felt her father’s hard member in her mouth
gagging again, she took more of it in her mouth this
time. He tasted sooo good. She loved the taste of him.
She was stroking his cock as she sucked. Her hands were
small and both fit on his penis when she was not
sucking. She finally lifted her head up and wiped her
mouth with the back of her hand.
"Daddy," she said. "I dreamt about this all day. Today
when I was eating out Tara in the bathroom, I was
thinking about mouth fucking your cock!" Then she went
back to sucking his penis. "She was straddled over two
sinks, I was in between her legs, eating her wet
pussy." Then she sucked again. "I would stick my tongue
in her while I was thinking about licking you." Then
she went back to work.
Mr. Honeywell rolled his head back and at the sound of
his daughter describing her pussy eating of Tara. The
sight of his young girl’s mouth and lips all over his
glistening cock and the image of her eating out another
girl was too much. "Sweetie, stop... I’m... going to
come."
Amyie didn’t stop. This was what she wanted. She wanted
to swallow her daddy’s cum, she wanted to have gobs of
his white semen coating her throat. Sliding down to her
tummy, warming her up. What she didn’t know that when
he came it was so much semen it dripped from the
corners of her mouth. She sucked as he came, and tried
to take it all in but couldn’t. Mr. Honeywell watched
weakly as his cum dripped from the sides of Amyie’s
pink mouth. Her hands were wrapped around his cock and
the cum dripped down on them. Then sensation was
unbelievable. His daughter’s mouth sucking the cum from
his hard cock.
"Fuck Amyie, holy fucking shit!" His body was spazzing
out as his daughter continued to suck him dry. He was
holding her head torn between making her stop and
letting her keep going.
Finally Amyie was satisfied. She picked up her head and
still held onto his cock.
"Daddy," when she talked he could see white film on her
lips and tongue, "Did you like that? Did you like me
swallowing your cum?" as she finished her question she
noticed the cum on her hands and she licked that up.
Mr. Honeywell was floored. He was almost faint. His
knees were weak. He could barely speak. At the sight of
his daughter with cum on her face, some matting her
hair, dripping from her chin, he was hard again, his
angelic blonde daughter’s face, so round and pale and
beautiful, emoting words of nasty sex, dripping with
his semen. She smiled and licked her lips.
**
If you like this or part one, then drop me a line:
htanya_18@yahoo.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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