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Sweet Sixteen
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)
***
A man takes his daughter to the city for her
16th to see a show, but the room turns out to have a
double bed and there are no twin rooms left. After
shopping and a musical show they return to the room for
the night. (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, mast, oral)
***
We travelled first class. It was a three hour journey so
I wanted peace and quiet and some comfort. As the lush
green countryside rushed past in a blur of dazzled
sunlight I looked up from my laptop at my daughter's
face. She was staring absently out of the window, the
sunlight dancing across her pretty features. Sixteen!
How did she get to be sixteen? It seemed like yesterday
she could fit in the palm of my hand, just five pounds
and twelve ounces.
Now that tiny baby was sitting across the table,
daydreaming. She had a lovely figure. Over the past
year, in particular, her breasts and bottom had rounded
out into a fine shape, and her long athletic legs were
taut and slender. Her hair was a coppery red and her
features were delicate like the Russian name I had given
her.
Tamara, or Tammy, as she liked to be called, was the
very picture of sixteen year old beauty. Sometimes I
struggled to believe she was my daughter, she was so
beautiful. I also had a problem being around her
sometimes because she was oblivious to me as a man. She
paid almost no mind to what she wore, or didn't wear,
around the house.
Frequently she would come into my room in just her
underwear, or sometimes in just a towel, which I prayed
would fall, and sometimes it did, and she would sit on
my bed talking to me with her beautifully shaped breasts
teasing me as she made no effort to cover up. I would
try to hide my excitement as Major Tom stood to
attention and saluted my delectable sweetheart.
Today was her sixteenth birthday present: A trip to
London to see Les Miserables on the West End stage. She
had seen the film but was dying to see the West End
production. And through one thing and another I had
never taken her to London until this point. I had booked
us into a four star hotel and once we got to London we
caught one of those London Black Cabs to the hotel. It
was fabulous as we walked into the foyer: Marble floors
and surfaces with heavy old oak doors with brass
fittings. I walked over to the check in desk and a
smiling face greeted me. I knew she couldn't be from
London because the smile was too genuine.
"Hello, sir. How may I help you?" She enunciated in her
best English with her light Eastern European accent.
I handed her my reservation, "I've booked a twin room
for two nights."
She took the reservation and read it. She tapped several
things into the computer. Then she turned to her
colleague next to her, another pleasant looking young
woman, and they swapped several exchanges in their
native tongue. I guessed Polish, but it could equally
have been Bulgarian, Hungarian or Ukrainian.
"I am sorry, Mister Edwards, there seems to have been a
mix up with your reservation."
"Mix up? What mix up? You do have a room booked for me,
don't you?"
"Yes, we do," she said apologetically, "but we have only
a double room."
"Well, can we change it? I mean, is there a problem?" I
said.
"I am sorry, Mister Edwards, but we are fully booked. We
only have this room available now."
I wasn't happy. I explained that I was travelling with
my daughter and it was hardly appropriate to have her
sleep in the same bed as me. They apologised, and they
completely refunded one of our two nights in recompense,
but we were stuck with the one room, and one bed.
I turned and walked over to my expectant young daughter,
but she just shrugged, "Okay", and that was that. The
room was fine, and we settled in before heading out to
Oxford Street – where all the shops are. Tammy was in
High Street Heaven and I was in Hell. I've never liked
shopping. I shop when I need something, and it's a quick
into the shop "that'll do" and back out. This was wall
to wall, floor upon floor, of pure commercialism. Yuk!
We returned to the hotel with bags from all the shops
she loved. Then we both took a bath in the cute three
quarter sized bath and when I came out she was dressed
already. She looked amazing in her little black dress.
Every curve was shown to its best advantage, and of
course, her thighs emerged from beneath the mini skirt
with such silky smoothness I felt a twitch in much groin
instantly, knowing I was growing inside my pants.
Somehow I managed to stifle the stiffy (I usually use
mental arithmetic to do this) and she didn't seem to
notice, even when she gave me a firm hug in thanks for
bringing her to London.
We arrived at the theatre in plenty of time; another
taxi ride costing the Earth. We had drinks at the bar –
a soft drink for her, of course – and then we took our
seats. We were at the end of the row on the left hand
side. Tammy chose to sit right on the end as it gave her
a better view between the people in front. The lights
dimmed in the packed auditorium and the show began. I'm
not the biggest fan of musicals, but Tammy was in her
element. She grabbed my hand and held it on her lap for
the first half of the show, only letting go when the
lights came up at the interval.
A couple of overpriced ice creams and some drinks later
and we were back in our seats as the lights dimmed. I
rested my hand on Tammy's leg in readiness of her taking
hold of it. But she grabbed my wrist, not my hand, and
as she dragged it toward her my open palm glided over
her bare skin and my fingers fell between her silken
thighs. I didn't look, but I knew that I was close to
her tiny teenage crotch. Blood stirred through my
swelling member and I shuffled awkwardly in my seat to
help hide my excitement from the woman sitting next to
me. Thankfully, the show was back in full swing. I
couldn't believe my daughter hadn't moved my hand. But
then, I didn't try to remove my hand either.
And there we stayed as song after song played stirringly
across the whirling stage. Except, maybe it was my
imagination, but I felt I was somehow getting closer up
between those thighs, until my suspicions were confirmed
as my little finger wriggled free of vice like thighs
and wiggled about in that delicious space between thighs
and crotch. It was then I brush her panties. Not white
cotton panties I expected, not even the slutty leopard
print ones she knew I hate but her mother had bought
her. No, these were lacy; sheer, thin, lace that barely
covered anything at all and left little or nothing to
the imagination, even though all I was looking with was
the tip of my little finger.
I didn't imagine it when she held my hand closer still,
pressing a second finger up against her laced up kitty.
I felt her press her crotch to fingers. No mistake.
I could barely breathe and I daren't move. My mind hoped
to God no one was looking, but no one was. At these
prices everyone was glued to the show, including my
daughter. I managed a sly glance out of the corner of my
eye and saw her beautiful grey/green eyes absolutely
welded to the stage.
But there was no mistaking that she was pulling my hand
up between her silken thighs, opening them slightly for
access. My mind imagined those lace panties peeking from
under her short black dress. White, no, she would be too
conscious of that; black, to hide surreptitiously under
that oh so small dress. I wondered fleetingly if her bra
was matching, cupping her perfect little breasts in
dainty, sultry, sexy black lace, untouched nipples
forming below and poking tantalisingly through the
material.
As I looked back at the stage I could see the actors
swarming all over it; virulent young men with poise and
powerful voices. It must be they had got my little sweet
sixteen all hot and bothered, I thought. But there was
no lying in her little pussy pushing onto my fingers. I
could feel her warmth; her coarse down scratching on her
lace panties; and finally I felt the unmistakable feel
of moisture upon my finger tips.
My sixteen year old daughter was juicing up on my
fingers and there was nothing I could do about the blood
rushing through my mushrooming erection. I was all too
aware that in my suit trousers I appeared to have
stuffed an extra leg into my left trouser leg. I tried
to ignore it, but how do you ignore something throbbing
like a heartbeat?
Tammy pressed ever harder to my fingers, now holding my
wrist and clamping her sweet smooth thighs around them.
I tickled my fingers a little and my mesmerized cherub
let out the quietest moan as she held me tight to her
seeping crotch. I did it again, this time not stopping,
but building up a little imperceptible wiggle that was
just enough. I felt her squeeze her thighs even tighter
and then, with a deep long slow exhale, she relaxed.
Her thighs loosened their vice lice grip and she gently
pushed my hand away. I was in heaven and hell at once.
My sweet young daughter had used my hand to bring her to
orgasm in a packed theatre, and my penis was straining
hard against my tight suit trousers. Luckily, the lady
next to me didn't seem notice.
It wasn't long before the show finished with not a dry
eye in the house, including the winking one in my
trousers. Tammy was elated, overcome by the spectacle of
it all, the crowds, and the merchandise we bought on the
way out. We got a cab back to the hotel; another one of
those roomy black cabs: She said it all didn't feel
real, like we were on some huge ride in a theme park
called London.
She looked amazing as we rode back to the hotel and she
couched herself into my side, my arm upon her bare
shoulder. We didn't speak on the way back. The cab
driver was chatty, and Tammy just smiled coyly whenever
I caught her eye. We arrived back at the hotel (the cab
ride making me some twenty pounds poorer) and we went up
to the room. The elevator ride up to the room was silent
and I wondered if she was just quiet or was she
regretting her earlier actions.
When we entered the room she retired to the bathroom. I
took this time to undress, leaving on only my shorts. I
never wear pyjamas, and usually sleep naked, but this
was my concession. I changed the lights to dim lamps and
switched the TV on to break the uncomfortable silence
and the spectre of the looming double bed.
When Tamara emerged from the bathroom she was dressed in
a short white satin nightdress which danced about her
perfectly taut thighs. The halter neck was enough to
hint her cleavage and it showed her pert little breasts
perfectly, even her conical nipples were showing
through. As she stood coyly at the bottom of the bed I'm
sure she was unaware the bathroom light backlit her
beautiful body as though she were completely naked
before me. Every delicate curve, every bump, and even
the darker down in her soft v between her legs was
caught and shown to me as clearly as ever I could have
imagined.
I smiled what I hoped was a disarming smile and threw
the covers gently back for her to get into her side of
the bed. She smiled a thank you and came to the
uncovered bedside. I couldn't take my eyes off her
perfect form, and as she got into bed I was given the
greatest view of her bare thighs as her shift slipped up
her legs almost giving me a view between her legs. She
pulled the covers back over her.
There was nothing much on television except for an old
film I remembered being quite good. Tamara leaned over
and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Daddy." I smiled
at her and she slunk down into the bed and turned over.
I wondered if her shift had ridden high as she slunk
down. Was it now around her waist instead? I was
answered when she put an arm under the covers to put
things right and then the arm emerged again. She had
such slender arms and dainty little feminine hands,
delicate fingers, long and fine. The film droned on, and
even though it was a good film I felt my drowsiness
overcoming me. I clicked the TV remote off and fell
soundly into the land of nod.
I awoke some time in darkness. I was instantly aware of
two things. I had an enormous erection throbbing from my
crotch. And it was pushing insistently into my
daughter's satin clad backside. I froze! How long had I
been like this? Could I risk moving or would I wake her?
I was answered rather unexpectedly when Tammy shifted
position. Her top leg pushed forward allowing my
insistent member to push below her peachy young bottom
and nestle along her natural groove. I could barely
breathe as I felt the next unexpected sensation – her
delicate fingers unmistakably touching my length.
She felt along, tracing its thinly cottoned outline from
base to swollen glans. Circling its end with her
fingertips she then felt down again, taking firm hold of
me in her hand. I wondered if she was asleep and acting
this out in her dream. Maybe I had held her too close in
my sleep and now she was seeing what was so firmly
pressing into her backside? But she was sixteen, and
though innocent in terms of her peers, she knew what it
was right enough.
She then pushed it up firmly to her girlish groove and
unexpectedly I felt her fingertips intricately explore
the underside of me. I had one hand over her, resting on
what I felt was the soft, yet firm swell of her pert
young breast. I felt her warmth through her nightshirt
and involuntarily squeezed it gently. I heard her
breathe in sharply, her breath becoming shallow. Her
fingers now were searching, looking for something she
soon found.
She found the button on my shorts and upon unpicking it
my firm rod of flesh sprang free and slapped hard
pressed between her softest globes. She wasn't wearing
any underwear, and I couldn't help but think my little
innocent was not so innocent after all. This proved to
be the case as she played her fingertips up and around
my length, carefully caressing my swollen helmet. I
squeezed her breast again, and she let out a small gasp.
Her grasp upon me tightened. I gently kissed the back of
her neck.
"Daddy?" she whispered, still holding me in her palm.
I didn't answer, but kissed the nape of her neck. Little
kisses in those little places I know that women like;
below and behind her ear. She gently started massaging
my pulsing manhood and I traced her nipple through her
satin shift. I felt her cup my cock and press it firmly
to her groove. I was pressed to softest velvet, exciting
me further; her opening peach wet with her own
excitement, glossing my swollen head with its slippery
sheen. But I held back.
"I want to, Daddy" she said in a husky low voice I had
never heard from her before. It was rough, common and
sexy, filled with nervousness, fear and lust.
"Are you sure?" I whispered into her ear.
She nodded, "Yes." She said.
I kissed her ear, letting my tongue gently caress her
earlobe.
"Okay, then, Sweetheart. If you're sure."
"I'm sure," she gasped as I massaged her breast
purposefully.
It was then I felt her press my head into her warm wet
hole. It was so delightful! So warm! So wet! So tight
around me! I was in that little piece of heaven between
my daughter's legs and it filled me with excitement that
pulsed from the tip of my cock down through my shaft,
through my stem and ball-sack and up through arsehole to
a point deep inside my arse. It throbbed like a
heartbeat. The surface of my skin became sensitive as I
let my hand caress over her satin shift, down to where I
found it gathered at her waist. Her hip was shapely and
naked to my touch, and I felt down over her exposed
globe and up one slender steady thigh.
She adjusted slightly so I entered her further, and I
took the hint to start my miniature movements in and out
of my daughter's juice. It coated me further with each
motion, and with firm but gentle persuasion I insisted
my cock deeper into her slick insides. She bent further
forward, trying to get me deeper quicker, her own
motions starting to meet mine. It was then I reached
something I wasn't sure I really would. I felt the
resistance of her virgin hymen upon the head of my
manhood.
"You're a virgin" I said, not realizing the paradox of
what I was saying.
"Not really" she said.
"Are sure you want me to..."
"Yes, Daddy," she gasped, "Please, Daddy." She said
insistently. "Fuck me."
Hearing my gorgeous daughter's husky plea dissolved my
indecision. I moved forward, my hips thrust into her, my
member driving deeper into her, through her maidenhood
and into the woman inside. She stiffened up and I
stopped deep, deep inside her, immersed to the hilt of
my shaft.
"Okay?" I asked, concerned.
"I'm okay," she breathed.
I leaned close and kissed her spine between her shoulder
blades. She moaned lowly, and I returned to my gentle
movements, in and out of my daughter's succulent pussy.
She clenched her pussy walls and held me tight. I
stopped.
"Don't stop," she begged, "it feels good."
That was my green flag, my invitation, my validation. I
held her hip and started to thrust in and out, long,
slow, deep thrusts. Her teenage tunnel was tight and its
slick fleshy walls would grip and relent, making my cock
throb with extra excitement. I built up the rhythm of a
lucky, lucky man, fucking his own willing daughter as
she revelled on her first cock. She gasped and matched
me every thrust, my pubis bumping into her shapely
rounded arse cheeks. I heard my daughter's excitement
rising, her breathing was short and she was making soft
high pitched whines that just made my own pleasure
multiply.
"Oh!" she whinnied.
I pumped her faster, picking up the pace and slamming my
cock into her cunt as she mewed like a breeding kitty.
But my little sex kitten wasn't done yet.
"You gonna come?" I gasped.
She nodded her head, a piercing whine escaping her lips
into the bed-sheets, "Yes!"
It was all I needed to hear as I began fucking her like
a hound in heat: Animal thrusts pounding her pussy. I
could feel my climax coming, my balls tightening and my
glans so excruciatingly pleasurable – And suddenly I was
coming! Pumping her pussy full of cock jam! I felt her
grip my rod and wash it with gushes of her pungent pussy
juice!
I collapsed, still inside my daughter's swimming pool of
cum.
I slowly pulled from her sopping quim; the air bathing
it as I tossed the covers from my body. Tamara hadn't
moved, and I wondered did she regret our actions. But
she too tossed the covers off her hot young body and
turned onto her back to regain her breath. I looked over
her beautiful young body, still half naked. One leg
raised and one flat, her sparse darker triangle adorning
her sweet V. The folds of white satin creased upon her
flat stomach.
It fell close to her slim torso and up over her pointed
swollen chest with its bullet points, for emphasis. Her
long slender neck, with her finely boned jaw and high
cheek bones; eye lashes caught by the half-light from
the bathroom; her coppery hair fallen back from her
face. Her sweet full pouting lips still breathing heavy,
her breasts heaving up and down with her recovery.
She turned to look at me. I could see only one eye,
catching light and reflecting it. I smiled at her. And I
could see her smile back.
"Thank you," she said in a clear voice tinged with
embarrassment.
"Thank you," I said, "I think we both needed that."
She nodded.
"Well," I said, "seems like false modesty keeping these
on now." And I pulled my shorts down and off my legs,
tossing them aside. Tamara looked down, seeing my penis
still standing to attention.
"It's still hard!" she said.
Sure enough, it was.
"Little secret you don't know about me," I smiled, "I
stay hard."
"Isn't it supposed to go down after you come?"
"That's what they say, but it never has with me. It's
about the only thing your mother loved about me, on the
rare occasions she actually wanted sex."
"Eww, Dad!"
I laughed.
She reached down and touched it.
"It's sticky!" she blurted.
"Well, it's been inside your wet pussy! What do you
expect?" I said.
I heard her gasp in shock, "Daddy!"
"You could clean it, you know." I said.
"Clean it?"
"Yeah... think about it."
There was silence as she thought about it. You could
never accuse her of being quick. "Daddy! Eww!" She
blurted.
I laughed, "You know, you might even like it."
"I don't think so." She said, but her fingers were still
sticking to my cock as she fingered it.
I let the moment sink in, the idea percolating in her
little head. Then without a word she sat up and knelt
over my totem pole. I watched as her half-lit half-
silhouetted figure leaned down, her pitch black lips
opening to kiss the end of my sticky man. I felt her
tongue touch the eye of my cockhead, circling around and
around in bigger and wider circles until my head was in
her mouth and her soft wet muscle was rimming my helmet,
exciting my glans over and over. I wanted to ask if she
had done this before, but I didn't want her to stop to
answer.
I put a guiding hand upon her head coaching her down my
shaft, taking more and more of me into her young and
eager mouth. My other hand smoothed down her back to her
satin clad bottom. I found the hem and snaked up
underneath, feeling over her silky skin – shapely
rounded firm young cheeks. She obviously liked it
because she leaned over further, allowing me to reach
her soft young pussy.
I savoured it – slowly exploring that space where thigh
meets pussy, her downy cheeks, sparse wisps of soft wire
tickling the tiny hairs on the backs of my fingers.
Reaching under, and my daughter now making it so easy
for me, I coursed through between her legs to her girly
garden: Its lawn sparse but not mown. She hadn't yet
succumbed to that fashion, but for how long? I wondered.
My fingertips ambled leisurely through, tickling and
exciting her as she excited me. And I heard a moan
escape her pouting lips, vibrating around my cock.
I trailed down to that delta of flesh, her man-in-the-
boat cheekily standing proud. She flinched and gasped as
I touched her there, teasing her bean out further from
its hood. But then I separated my two remaining fingers
and trailed down through her velveteen folds until I
reached her seeping lips. Her own lips were slinked up
and down my pole and I was right, she did like it.
I couldn't stand it any longer and I pulled her toward
me. She understood instantly, and for a virgin I was
impressed as she cocked her leg and straddled my face.
She lowered her succulent lips to my eager lips and
tongue. She was sweet and tangy, fresh and clean, like
her youth dictated. My tongue tasted its way through
moist puffy cheeks and occasional curls to the softest
tastiest forbidden fruit a man can taste – his own
daughter's lucid hole.
My tongue circled her hole and she whined with pleasure.
It wasn't enough though and she pressed her peach down
onto my mouth, trying to force my tongue inside her. It
worked. I started thrusting my tongue as far into her
lucid hole as I could, tongue fucking her! Tasting not
juice her juice now, but mine too!
"Uh!" she gasped, her mouth releasing me.
I kept going. But I knew this was no way to get her off.
I lifted her slightly and pulled her up a little so my
tongue tip could torture her clit. She shrieked when I
touched it, but tried to grind it into my face. I held
her in place and did my trick. I flicked my tongue over
her bean side to side as quick as I could. I thought she
was going to scream the place down as she squealed like
a piglet then let out a long guttural moan, more like a
growl in truth. But I kept going for her. She's my baby,
after all.
I could feel her body shuddering: Her thighs shaking
either side of my head and her stomach dipping and
rising as she tried to breathe and cope with her
building pleasure.
"Uh! Daddy! Yes!" she gasped. I circled her engorged
clit. "Don't stop!" she blurted.
I went back to the sideways flicking and was instantly
rewarded with a definite squirt of nectar. My daughter
was a squirter! I was so turned on! Gripping her
gorgeous globes, I pulled her down to me and flicked her
bean like my tongue was on fire. She exploded!!! Juices
gushed into my mouth, tangier, more pungent than before,
like strong peach tea. I swallowed, but kept on
flicking. She was shrieking like she was having a
laughing fit. Squirt after squirt hit the back of my
throat. I gulped! Juices splashed all over my face and
Tamara shook so hard her whole body started to spasm!
"Uh! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Uuummmm!" she died down, still
spasming on me. I flicked her bean one more time and she
recoiled, rolling off me. "No more!" she gasped. "It's
too much. It's too nice."
She lay next to me, inversed. I watched her body
convulsing as the mini-orgasms still rocked through her.
"Never done that before, then?" I asked.
She shook her head, "Never done anything before."
I smiled. I was so honoured to be my little girl's first
lover. But there was a problem.
I waited for her spasms to die down, her breathing to
return to normal. Then I said, "You know, I still have a
big problem: One which you made rather worse."
"What?"
I pointed down at my aching erection still aiming for
the stars. She giggled.
"Sorry, I got a bit carried away."
"I noticed" I said.
"Won't it just go down on its own?"
"It would eventually," I said, "but I'm starting to get
Blue Balls."
She leaned up on one arm, her hair was damp; some matted
to her sweat beaded brow.
"I thought that was rubbish made up by boys to get you
to let them fuck you."
"It's also true. A guy's balls will really hurt if he's
aroused for too long without coming."
"But didn't you...?"
"The first time; yes. Not just now, though."
She looked at it – my monolith. She smiled and reached
out and touched it again. Much as I enjoyed her touch, I
was starting to really need more. I took her hand away
and sat up next to her. I looked into her pretty face
and touched her feline features. I leaned down and
kissed her on the lips. She has the most beautiful lips,
full and pouting, and I sucked her bottom lip into my
mouth, sending tingles through my awesome daughter. I
let her go, but followed up with another kiss. This time
she joined in and I let my tongue just touch her lips.
She caught on and next time I felt her tongue touch
mine. And pretty soon we were French kissing. She'd
never done this either, I could tell.
My hand went to her waist and I started to pull up her
satin nightshirt. She sat up and as I lifted it up she
raised her arms like she was six, not sixteen. But
seeing her naked the first time in maybe six years was a
pleasure on the senses. She looked as good as sixteen
looks. Better. Her little frame was perfectly formed:
Shapely, every curve an asset; small, but beautifully
formed breasts with conical nipples still screaming her
youth; a darker V of pubic hair announcing her readiness
for cock. She smelled of sex and she still had
willingness in her eyes.
"I want fuck you, Tammy," I said, "I really want fuck
you so much right now."
She giggled, a little embarrassed girl. She even covered
her breasts with her arms. I moved her arms away.
"Don't be embarrassed. You're so beautiful."
"Just feels weird you saying that. Looking at me like
that."
"After what we've done already?"
She laughed again, embarrassed again.
I caressed her waist and leaned down to kiss her again.
She was a girl of action, not words. She took to kissing
like an angel and pretty soon she was breathless again.
She surprised me then. Deep in kissing she wrapped her
arms around my neck, lifted up and wrapped first one and
then her other leg right around me, pressing her pussy
tight up against my cock, pressing it to my stomach. I
held onto her butt cheeks as I rolled her up my rock
hard hurting cock. I was just about there when I reached
underneath. She loosened her grip and with my hand
underneath and hers now down between us we both
manoeuvred my cock to her cunt, father and daughter, and
I entered her once more.
I went in easily, and Tammy began rocking, bouncing on
my pole, sending it deep inside her, filling her up. She
was so small, so tight, but so wet and so willing. What
she didn't have in experience she made up for with
enthusiasm. I was even quite amused by her performance,
but it wasn't fast enough for me, and if she was
anything like her mother had been she didn't have the
stamina to go for long.
I lifted her up and then lay her on her back, with me
still balls deep in my daughter's cunt. I was in the
driving seat now and I started pumping into her like I
meant it. We were still kissing, proper lovers now, and
still feeling each other's bodies. Her breasts felt so
good as they heaved with every shove of cock and cunt,
ripples of pleasure through her body, wobbling like
jellyfish. Her lips and tongue gave way to open mouthed
ecstasy, round reddened lips gasping for air. Her face
was blushed and she was panting heavily as I pumped
again and again into her perfect pussy.
"Faster! Faster!" Gasped my little girl as I fucked her
hard.
I took my cue, going faster, revelling in the feeling of
my balls slapping her arse with every inward stroke.
"Faster!" she blurted, her breath so shallow I thought
she might have an asthma attack any second.
Faster I went, not sure how much longer I could keep
this up. But faster I went. I could feel my jizz
building to bursting point as I rammed my cock home,
again and again and again. In and out of her, her legs
bouncing haplessly outwards like shaking banana-skins. I
was building to climax; Tammy panting and starting to
squeal again. Then I felt her clamping tight around my
cockhead, squeezing it with her cunt walls. That was all
I needed!
Two more thrusts and I pulled out of my baby girl and
erupted cum all the way up her lithe young body,
spraying jet after jet of white pearl jam up her sweaty
skin. I stopped abruptly, shattered, sweat dripping off
the end of my nose down onto my poor daughter's
forehead. But she didn't really notice. I looked down to
see her eyes were closed and her body was still shaking.
I looked down between us to see my daughter's hand was a
blur at her pussy.
I knelt back so I could watch better as Tamara strummed
her bud like fury! Her other hand was massaging her
breasts in turn, rubbing my cum all over them. My cum
was everywhere, shining in the half-light, running off
in little rivulets, pools gathered in her belly button
and running off each side looking like a choker
necklace. It was matted through her pubic hair. It was
on her hands. And it was drizzled like Caesar Salad
dressing over face, her tongue coming out to lick her
cum laced lips. With a final flurry I watched as my
sweet sixteen jerked and spasmed, spraying her inner
thighs, bed-sheets and me with teenage girl cum. She
gasped and collapsed one after the other.
I collapsed next to her. I was spent. And so was she.
Or so I thought. She woke me another twice that night.
She was insatiable! I wasn't worried about her getting
pregnant. She had been on the pill for two years due to
irregular periods. We had the whole weekend to
ourselves, and whenever we returned to the hotel for any
reason she wanted to do it again. We showered together.
We became so comfortable around each other naked that we
seldom wore anything in the room at all. The train
journey home was a return to reality, we both knew. But
she looked amazing as we took our first class ride
homeward.
The sun caught her coppery hair and she kept catching my
eye and smiling. Halfway through the journey I was
working on my laptop when I felt the unmistakable feel
of something touching my crotch. I looked down to see my
daughter's sock covered toes rubbing insistently at my
swelling cock. I looked over my laptop to see Tamara
looking innocently out of the window. She smiled,
knowingly.
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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