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"Sure, I understand," Nick said into the phone.
"No, no hard feelings. Well, nice talking to you."
"Shot down again, huh?" His son Anthony came
ambling in from the kitchen.
"Yeah," Nick said, "and thanks for the sympathy.
Hey, are you doing anything Saturday night? Maybe we
could rent a video, or..."
"Sorry, Dad, no dice. I've got to work." Anthony
plopped down in front of the TV as Nick's other son,
Joey, came through the front door. "Hey, Joey," Anthony
called out. "Dad struck out with some woman again. You
busy Saturday night?"
"Uh, no," Joey said. "Why?"
"To go out with Dad," Anthony explained patiently.
"Oh. Uh, I'm busy."
"But Joey," Nick broke in. "You just said you were
free!"
"Uh -- something came up?"
"But ..."
Not waiting for the rest, Joey ducked into the
kitchen.
Just then Nick's daughter, Blossom, came down the
stairs. She was about 16, just on the verge of true
womanhood. She hid a developing body in an agglomera-
tion of bits and pieces of old clothes, but her growing
breasts and slender legs were becoming too noticeable
to be hidden. Nick had done the best he could raising
her on his own these last few years since the divorce,
but secretly he feared he hadn't done enough. Was she
ready for adulthood -- and adult relationships? One
son was a recovering addict, another was -- not to put
it too bluntly -- dumb as a rock. Blossom was his last
hope.
Luckily, he thought to himself, she never seemed
to realize how much hope and concern he had invested
in her; she was almost always cheerful, easy-going,
ready for anything.
"Hi, Dad," she called out, heading for the door.
"I gotta..."
"Blossom!" he cut in. "Are you ..."
"Watch out," Anthony interrupted. "Dad got stiffed
again. He's..."
"Again?" Blossom edged closer to the door. "Look,
I've really gotta go ..."
"Doing anything Saturday night?" Nick finished.
"Looking for someone to go out with him," Anthony
said.
"Out to meet Six," Blossom answered as she slipped
out the door. "See ya!"
=== === === ===
"So, like, he wants you to spend Saturday night
with him? Your own father?" Six, Blossom's closest and
dearest friend, punctuated her amazement with a deep
draw on the straw sticking out of her ice cream soda.
"Yeah, Six, but I didn't say yes or anything,"
Blossom said.
"So what's the problem?"
"The problem is I think I should. Say yes, I mean."
"But, Blossom, this Saturday? It's, like, the big-
gest dance ever! Like, everyone will be there! You
can't miss it -- Oh, wait. Don't tell me you're think-
ing of bringing your dad along?"
"No, it's not that. I just think we should have
some time together. You know, father-daughter stuff.
With school and dates, I hardly ever just sit down
with him anymore."
=== === === ===
Nick was staring at some old movie on TV when
Blossom slipped in the door that evening. "Oh, hi,
Blossom," he said quietly, before dipping a hand into
his microwave popcorn. He tried to put just enough
angst into his words to make her feel guilty, without
putting in so much that she'd catch on to the con. It
was a dirty job being a parent, he told himself, but
someone had to do it.
The young girl came up behind him and put her arms
around his neck. Nick's eyebrows rose. Had it worked?
"Hey, Dad, guess what? I am free Saturday," she
said. "So whaddaya say? Is it a date?"
"A date? Oh, sure, I guess, if you really want to,"
Nick said, lazily. "I was going to do some work around
the house, but if you want some company..."
Blossom put her lips close to his ear. "Nice try,
Dad," she whispered. "But I saw right through you. Pick
me up at seven. And it better be a nice dinner."
As she went up the stairs to her room, Nick turned
around and watched her go with a smile on his face.
Well, he thought, I guess my act didn't work, but who
cares? At least I won't be alone on Saturday night.
=== === === ===
Six was sitting cross-legged on the bed as Blossom
pulled out outfit after outfit.
"What's the big deal, Blossom? You're only going
out with your dad. It's not like you have to look good
or anything. Why don't you wear that green thing?"
"What, I don't look good in that?" Blossom held the
vest and skirt against her body. "What's wrong with
it?"
"Nothing's wrong with it," her friend said, exas-
perated. "That's my point. I think. Look, just throw
something on. You don't have to impress anyone."
"But I want to, Six," Blossom said, tossing the
green outfit onto the rumpled pile of rejects. "I know
it's just my dad, but he's taking me to a really fancy
restaurant. And, besides, I want to look nice for him.
Show him how good I turned out, so he doesn't keep
worrying about whether I'll be a catastrophe."
"You? A catastrophe? Come on, Blossom. Now, me ..."
"Well, he worries. I mean, he doesn't say anything
about it, but I can tell. So I think -- hey, how about
this?" She pulled out a black velvet dress from the
deep recesses of her closet and held it up.
"Wow, where have you been hiding that?"
Blossom blushed. "I bought it for one of the dances
last year. You know, the one I didn't go to? I thought
I'd look all sophisticated, but it was too big and I
just looked like a little girl playing dress up. That's
why I stayed home at the last minute. I don't know.
Maybe I've grown into it?"
At Six's urging she slipped into the sleek dress.
She had, indeed, grown into it. As she twirled in the
mirror, the dress clung to her curves. Its deep V
neckline plunged between her breasts, showing off their
firm young mounds, and the thin spaghetti straps con-
cealed nothing of the creamy sweep of her shoulders.
Although the hem fell to her knees, deep slits on
either side showed off flashes of slim thighs with
every movement. When Blossom stepped into a pair of
shiny black high-heeled pumps, she completed the trans-
formation from frumpy teenager to blossoming young
woman.
Six stared open-mouthed. At last she shrieked in
glee. "Blossom! Is that you?"
Blossom made one last twirl in front of the mirror.
"I do look pretty good, don't I?"
"You look like a million bucks. But ..."
"What?"
"Well -- you're not gonna wear that with your dad,
are you? I mean, Blossom, this is not a dress for going
out with Daddy. This is a dress for going out with -- I
don't know, somebody hunky. You've gotta save this!"
A cloud of uncertainty crossed Blossom's face.
Then, with a look of determination, she unzipped the
dress -- but hung it in the front of the closet, not
back in the dim recesses. "That's the one," she said.
"That way my dad will know his little girl has grown
up."
=== === === ===
Nick shrugged into a gray sports coat, smoothed out
the wrinkles in his slacks and tugged his tie into
place. For a minute, he almost felt like he was getting
ready for a first date. Blossom had insisted they go
someplace nice, and Arturo's was the best Italian
restaurant in town. But it also had a strict dress
code. He twisted his neck back and forth and stuck a
finger underneath the collar. Darn shirts must be
shrinking, he thought; they didn't used to be this
tight.
At 8 o'clock sharp he heard footsteps tumbling down
the stairs. He looked up ... and wondered how such a
beautiful woman could have snuck into the house without
him noticing. It was only when he glimpsed that unmis-
takable nose that he was really convinced this was his
daughter.
Blossom's lithe legs flashed down the stairs; with
every step the dress's slits parted, revealing a long
expanse of leg encased in sheer black stockings. The
velvet clung tightly to her young body, emphasizing the
slim waist, the full breasts. A gold pendant on a thin
chain hung just between the twin rises. Nick had to
force his eyes away.
He tried to swallow and found that his mouth had
gone dry. He had never imagined Blossom could look so
-- so, well, sexy. The thought hit him hard. This was
the little girl he was sending off into the world? How
could she protect herself? Every horny boy in sight
would be trying to get his hands on her. With a frown,
he thought of some greasy punk putting the moves on his
daughter.
"Hey, Dad, cheer up," Blossom chirped as she hit
the bottom step. "Come on, this is our big date! You've
got to show a girl a good time!" She slipped her arm
into his and steered him toward the door.
The ride over to the restaurant, the conversation
was just like any other they'd had over the years --
what happened in school that day, what dumb thing Joey
had done now, stuff like that. But when they got to
Arturo's and the maitre'd in his tuxedo showed them to
a candlelit booth set with red linen, white china and
sparkling crystal, Nick didn't feel comfortable chiding
Blossom about her homework. Their talk turned to more
serious topics -- her future dreams, his future wor-
ries. Blossom seemed like a pro at it, he thought; even
as he went along with it he knew she was carefully
guiding their conversation, keeping it happy, trying to
boost his spirits. She seemed so mature, in these
surroundings.
Maybe, he thought, maybe it was because seeing her
outside of the house meant seeing her outside of all
the accumulated memories of her childhood. In such an
adult setting, he was finally able to see his daughter
as an adult -- or, he reminded himself, almost an
adult.
He tried to tell her that, but the words seemed to
trip over themselves and he couldn't get them out
right. Trying to make his point, he reached across the
table and took her slim hand in his. It started out as
just a momentary gesture, but his hand lingered on
hers. He felt her downy skin, the pulse beating just
below the surface. Their eyes locked and for a moment
neither spoke.
"Ahem." It was the waiter, bringing their main
courses. Nick took his hand away, slowly. The conver-
sation lagged as they ate.
Halfway through dessert, Blossom suddenly whispered
to her father. "Psst. That couple to your right. Don't
look now! The ones having the lasagna."
Nick lifted his napkin up to his face, using it as
a shield while he snuck a peek. A middle-aged couple
surrounded by a forest of empty wine bottles and glas-
ses looked away quickly as his eyes caught his.
"What is it?" he whispered to his daughter. "What
are they doing?"
Blossom leaned over the table, keeping her voice
low. Her young breasts pressed against the top of her
dress as she bent forward, and her pendant dangled just
above her pasta.
"They've been staring at us all night. You know
what I think?" She winked.
"What?"
"I bet they think I'm your date, not your daugh-
ter." She smiled. "From the looks on their faces now,
I'm almost sure of it!"
Nick leaned back, blushing. He was a bit embarras-
sed, but Blossom seemed to take it as a great joke.
"You know," she said as the waiter picked up Nick's
credit card, "we could really drive them crazy. You
want to?"
Nick smirked. This was the Blossom he always knew,
the one who loved to pull the leg of stuffy people.
With only a passing thought about pulling a practical
joke in such a fancy place, he nodded his assent. "What
do we do?"
"Just follow my lead," she said. The waiter brought
the check back then; Nick signed off with a generous
tip and rose from the table.
Blossom slid out of her side. As she did, her skirt
rode up and a slit opened wide, giving the couple at
the next table a clear view of her luscious legs. She
tugged on Nick's shoulder as he started to turn for the
door. He turned back to her, and Blossom reached up and
flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.
It was no father-daughter kiss. She opened her
mouth and pressed it to his lips, slipping her tongue
inside. He felt her body pressed closely to his, her
breasts squashed against his chest, one of her legs
wrapped around his. His arms surrounded her, and his
hands met on the bare, warm skin of her back. Blossom
held the kiss for a full minute, her hands tangling in
his hair.
At last they broke their embrace. "Thanks for the
dinner, Daddy," Blossom said in a stage whisper as they
passed the obviously shocked couple.
Nick's mind was awhirl. To his own shock, he real-
ized he now had an erection, his hard cock pressing
against his pants. He hastily buttoned up his sports
coat, hoping it would cover up the bulge. For a frac-
tion of a second, he had forgotten Blossom was his
daughter and had become lost in a passionate kiss with
a very lovely young woman. Now, realizing what he had
done, Nick was in a daze.
Somehow he made his way to the car. As he opened
the door for her, Blossom pecked him on the cheek -- a
very daughterly thing to do. By the time he'd gotten in
on his side, he'd almost convinced himself he was exag-
gerating what had gone before. He felt his erection
subsiding as he slipped his key into the ignition and
started up the engine. Then he looked over at his
daughter. She was looking out the passenger window, the
light from a passing car throwing her into silhouette.
Nick smiled at the familiar profile. But then his eyes
went down, down to her chest, where he could see her
breasts heaving. It wasn't just him, he knew then.
And as the car passed and his eyes adjusted to the
dim light, he saw the smooth curves of Blossom's silky
legs. He closed his eyes briefly. His erection was
back.
Suppressing his stormy emotions, Nick opened his
eyes again and pulled out of the parking spot. "Good
food, don't you think?" he said, an artificial bright-
ness making his voice brittle.
"Hmm? Oh, yes," Blossom said, still staring out her
window. She seemed far away.
"Yes, good food," Nick repeated.
They didn't say another word while they drove
across town to the theater, got their tickets and
settled into a back row in the crowded screening room.
The lights dimmed, but it took a few minutes, while
the trailers zipped past, for the audience to quiet
down. The theater was hushed by the time the feature
was underway. It was a romance -- Blossom had picked
it out, of course -- filled with lingering moments and
tight embraces.
Nick became aware, little by little, of a subtle
scent of roses. He bent closer to Blossom -- yes, it
was her perfume. She noticed the movement and bent
toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. Nick
watched as the light from the screen cast a flickering
halo around Blossom's long brown hair. Each strand
seemed to catch the light a different way, lending a
sultry sheen to her appearance.
A man from further down the row bumped past then.
"Excuse me! Pardon me!" Nick and Blossom settled back
into their seats after he passed.
On the screen, it grew cold and wintry as the
lovers struggled to make a go of it. The sound of the
wind rushing through the cracks in their hovel seemed
to fill the theater, and soon everyone in the audience
was shivering along with the actors. Nick put his arm
around Blossom's shoulder and drew her close.
She burrowed into his side. He felt his heart thump
loudly and was amazed that everyone else in the theater
didn't turn around and tell him to shush.
Nick's hand was resting on Blossom's bare arm. Then
she shifted slightly and his hand slipped in between
her arm and her side. Instinctively he flexed his
fingers and felt her warm flesh give a little. The
feeling was familiar. His eyes staring straight ahead,
Nick realized with a thud that he was groping his
daughter's breast. His cock grew harder and he squirm-
ed a bit.
Blossom made no move to get away. It seemed to Nick
that his hand didn't belong to him any more. Without
conscious direction, it followed the sensuous curve of
Blossom's firm mound. His fingers moved slowly, tender-
ly across the velvet. A prickle of electricity shot up
Nick's arm as they strayed off the material and onto
her skin in the deep valley between her breasts. Her
pendant slipped over his fingers as they explored fur-
ther.
"Sorry! Coming through!" The man from down the
aisle worked his way back past them, a huge tub of pop-
corn and a vat of soda clutched to his body. This time
when he passed Nick and Blossom remained linked.
Nick's cock was rock-hard now, squeezed so tightly
by his slacks that the pain was intense. Suddenly he
felt the pressure ease. As he looked down, a small,
pale hand was unzipping his fly.
Nick licked his lips.
A small voice within him continued to tell him it
was wrong. But the memory of his daughter's hot, burn-
ing kiss was stronger. As the lopsided battle went on
with his conscience, Blossom spread apart the flap of
his briefs and tugged his dick free.
Nick sighed at the relief as his massive erection
sprang out. While he tenderly caressed Blossom's
breasts, his young daughter grasped his shaft and began
to rub. Slowly, at first. He felt her fingers slide
over the wide helmet and down the rod, tugging slightly
at the dry skin stretched tight by his hard-on. Soon,
though, a few drops of pre-cum oozed out of the tip and
she rubbed them down, lubricating his shaft as she be-
gan to speed up her ministrations.
She was using only her thumb and forefinger to
circle his cock. Nick bent down and whispered in her
ear. "Use your whole hand, sweetheart. Oh, yes, like
that. Honey, you know I love you. You're making your
father very happy now. Oh, sweetheart!"
Blossom, her head still buried in his side, mur-
mured back, "Is it really good, Dad? Am I doing it all
right?"
"You're doing it perfect, Blossom," Nick cooed.
"Just ... just ... oohhhhhhhh!"
Two spurts, then a third and the cum boiled out of
him, erupting out the tip of his cock and flowing down
over Blossom's hand. She continued to rub until he
pushed her hand away.
Taking his arm from her side, Nick reached into
his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, offering
it to his daughter.
But Blossom lifted her head and looked directly
into his eyes. Then she put her hand to her mouth, the
hand glistening with Nick's cum, and licked the fingers
clean, one by one. After she had finished, Nick bent
down and kissed her. The taste of his own salty cum in
his daughter's mouth was incredibly erotic, and his
cock began to stiffen slightly.
Just then the credits began to roll and the house
lights came up slowly. Nick stuffed his cock back into
his pants and zipped them hastily.
Nick weaved slightly as they walked out to the
parking lot; he felt unsteady and uncertain and very
confused.
Blossom clung closely to him, but the crowd was
everywhere and it wasn't until they were both in the
car that he felt it safe to talk.
"Blossom..." he began.
"Dad..." she did as well.
They both smiled.
"You first," she said at last.
Nick began by looking at her, but found it easier
to turn away and stare out the windshield. He took a
deep breath.
"Blossom, I -- I'm sorry for what happened in
there. I let things get out of control. It's my fault.
I -- Can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?"
Blossom put a hand on his arm. Nick flinched.
"Dad, it's not your fault. You can't help what
happened. It was me. I -- I don't know. Maybe I got
caught up in the movie. All I know is that I love you
and ..."
"I love you, too, Blossom. But you know we can't.."
"I know!"
Nick could hear her sobbing quietly, but Nick still
kept his eyes straight ahead. His fingers were curled
so tightly around the steering wheel that the knuckles
were a ghostly white.
"It's wrong." Even to Nick, his words sounded cold
and flat. "It's just wrong. Blossom, I'm your father.
I should know better. But when I saw you tonight, so
beautiful, so -- so sexy, I -- NO! No, I can't do that!
I can't say that! There's no excuse!" His head fell
onto the steering wheel. "Oh, God, what have I done?"
"Dad?" Blossom put her arm around him. "Dad, I...
maybe I wanted something to happen. I knew what this
dress was like. And in the restaurant -- well, you
know. I have to admit I've wondered for a long time
what it would be like to kiss you like that. I've never
kissed a boy like that -- well, except for one, once,
but that was just to see what it was like. And it
wasn't -- like it was with you.
"So it's my fault, Dad. Oh, please, don't hate me!"
"Hate you?" Nick turned toward her. He saw the
tracks of her tears running down her smooth cheeks.
"Honey, I love you. I really do. I always -- always..."
Nick bent forward. The words were still dying on
his lips when he kissed the tears from her cheeks. But
then he went on, to her mouth. Their tongues met. A
flame rose high within him. His arms wrapped around
her, pressing her against his chest. He felt her heart-
beat pounding madly. Eagerly, hungrily they kissed.
All hesitation and doubt had left him. There was
room for just one emotion in his mind, and that was a
deep, abiding, erotic love for this nubile goddess in
his arms.
Their embrace lasted long after the other cars had
left the lot. Finally they broke it off. With trembling
hands, Nick put the car into gear and drove off.
What now, he thought? Now that I am madly in love
with my own daughter?
It was Blossom who made the next choice.
"Turn here," she said softly. "At the light."
Nick swung the car to the right. Within a few
blocks they had left the bright lights of the main road
behind them. He looked around. It had been awhile since
he'd been in this part of town, and he wasn't sure
where they were heading. The street lights were few and
far between now.
"There, off to the right. See, between those two
posts?"
Dimly he made out a rutted path. The headlights
picked out a narrow, rugged lane that went into the
brush for a hundred feet or so and then stopped in a
dark, secluded clearing.
He turned to Blossom. "Where are we?"
"The kids at school told me about this place," she
said quietly. "They use it for -- well, special occa-
sions. I've never been here myself. I guess I never had
a special occasion - until now."
Blossom's fingertips brushed Nick's neck as she
helped him off with his sports coat. The steering wheel
jabbed him in the side as he twisted.
"Maybe we should ..." Blossom said, motioning with
her eyes to the back seat.
She and Nick got out on opposite sides of the car.
Blossom quickly opened the rear door on her side and
slid in.
Nick, though, closed the driver's door and then let
his body sag against the car's frame. The enormity of
what he was about to do seemed to concentrate itself
into a roar in his head like a massive wave breaking
over the shore. I can't, he told himself.
There was a tap at the window. He looked in. Blos-
som crooked a finger at him. He got in.
The young girl slid back to her side of the car.
While Nick loosened his tie and undid his belt buckle,
Blossom slipped the thin straps of her dress off her
shoulder and reached behind her back to pull down the
short zipper.
Tugging his shirt out of his slacks, Nick found his
thoughts hopelessly tangled. In his mind's eye he saw
Blossom growing up -- a babe in arms, a little girl
taking her first bike ride, a kid singing along with
him. But when he looked up he saw something else: a
lovely maiden lowering her dress, exposing a pair of
exquisite breasts. The thin moonlight rippling through
the branches made speckled patterns on her pale skin,
revealing now and again the small, dark circles at the
peak of each breast, the darker nubbins protruding from
them.
Nick fumbled off his shoes and socks, then slid off
his slacks and briefs. Blossom reached out, her dress
still half-on, and caressed his chest.
And then she wiggled out of the dress. As it
slumped to the floor, she reached down and peeled off
her pantyhose.
Even in the dim light, Nick could make out the dark
patch of hair, the voluptuous swell of her hips.
He moved toward her, stretching out on the bench
seat. His hand fluttered above her body, tracing out
every curve and hollow. They kissed, tenderly, and then
he moved down, nuzzling her neck, working his way to
Blossom's perfect orbs. With soft, butterfly kisses he
surrounded them, until at last he reached the summit.
Then greedily he suckled his daughter's nipples, taking
them into his mouth, biting gently at their sensitive
skin.
Blossom moaned, deeply, and writhed beneath him.
Nick's hand followed the swoop of her torso down
to her thighs. He ran the back of his hand over the
soft skin, moving with each pass closer and closer to
her virgin treasure. Blossom opened herself to him,
spreading her legs apart.
Nick savored every second, every touch, every sen-
sation. Never in his life, he thought, had he seen
such a perfect body. Never had love and lust mingled
so intoxicatingly.
His fingers brushed against the crinkly hair of his
daughter's pubic mound, and then slid down to her
labia. He was delighted to find them already slick.
Tenderly he spread them, slipping a finger inside,
running it up and down her lubricated slit.
"Yesss," Blossom sighed, spreading her legs further
apart.
Nick explored deeper into his daughter, pressing on
until he came to the maidenhead. A frisson of joy
reverberated in his head. Still a virgin! For a second
some almost dead part of him called out to let her re-
main so. But this felt so right.
His thumb found the little button of her clitoris
and Blossom shrieked for a second. Her breath was com-
ing in gulps now as he manipulated her clitoris and
extended two fingers into her opening.
"I want you," Blossom gasped. "I want you in me
now, Daddy!"
Nick shifted, rolling over so that his hips rested
between hers. He felt the underside of his cock rub
against her pubic patch, scratching delicately at the
sensitive shaft.
"We don't -- we don't have to do anything you don't
want to," he whispered to her. "I want you, honey, but
if we're going too fast, it's not too late."
"No! I want you!" she insisted. "Please, please,
put it in me!"
Nick let the head of his cock slide down to the
hot, wet entrance to his daughter's tunnel. Blossom
immediately began to buck up at him.
He held back, letting his cock ride up and down the
slick folds. He wanted her first time to be as special,
as gentle, as perfect as he could make it. Still hold-
ing his cock outside her, Nick bent down and kissed
Blossom. She kissed him back hard, inflamed with lust.
Ever so slightly, ever so cautiously he pressed his
cock into her. The hot folds spread apart easily, open-
ing -- blossoming, even -- to accept his engorged rod.
With the helmet not quite all the way in, Nick pul-
led back again. Blossom answered with a quiet growl.
"You're teasing me," she protested.
"Love isn't something to be rush, Blossom," Nick
told his daughter. "It's like a fine wine. You should
approach it slowly. Explore it from every angle. Sip at
it lightly, then savor the taste." As he spoke, he
again slid his cockhead into her. This time he let the
helmet pop all the way in, but held it there.
"What if I want to gulp it?" Blossom said. He could
hear the smile in her voice.
"There will be time for that later," he said. "But
now, honey, this might hurt a bit."
"I know, " she said. "But I'm -- I'm ready."
Nick covered her mouth with his as he pressed his
cock up to her maidenhead. The thin tissue held. He
thrust once, twice, a third time, and then felt it tear
away, allowing his cock to slide all the way in.
Her vagina was tight, tighter than he'd ever had
before. He felt every inch inside her, and it was hard
to resist the urge to begin driving his shaft in and
out immediately.
But Blossom was biting her lip, and a tear or two
glistened in the corners of her eyes.
She must have sensed his fear. "It wasn't too bad,"
she whispered.
That eased Nick's fears, but he still was afraid
to move. After a few moments, Blossom moved her hips
under him, urging him on. Still he didn't dare.
His daughter put her lips to his ear and whispered
softly.
"Fuck me, Daddy."
With a groan, Nick eased his raging hard-on out of
Blossom's cunt and plunged it back in.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, her hands clawing at his
naked back. "Yes, more!"
Nick complied with her request, driving his rod in
and out of her no longer virginal tunnel. On each up-
stroke he would lift almost completely out, so he could
get the delight of feeling her tight lips spread open
before his pressure again and again.
Fucking his daughter, her hole so tight, but her
body so willing, made him feel like a teenager again
himself, like he was experiencing his own first fuck.
He tried out different rhythms, he wiggled his cock
from side to side -- though there wasn't much room to
maneuver -- he even inserted a finger in her anus and
felt the pressure of his shaft through her asshole's
wall.
Through it all Blossom kept up a running commentary
complimenting his technique, suggesting new angles,
screaming her joy. Her mother had been almost silent in
bed, especially toward the end; this was a new and
wonderful experience for Nick. Blossom's encouragement
-- especially, he found, the unusual thrill of hearing
her use language he never thought she knew -- magnified
his ecstasy.
"Fuck me harder," the young girl moaned. "I want
your cock in me all the way. Please, please, push it
in! Harder!"
With her vaginal secretions easing the way, Nick
increased the tempo, faster, faster, pistoning his rod
into her eager cunt until he felt a boiling in his
loins.
"Oh, God, Blossom, I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "I'd
better pull out!"
"No, no! I'm on the Pill! Put it all in me!" She
was a wildcat, scratching at his sides as she bucked
furiously. "I want it all!"
And then Nick felt the cum explode out of him, a
hot jet of jism surging into his daughter. He pressed
his mouth to hers as the cum poured out.
Blossom kept humping her hips, trying for more and
more. Nick's cock quivered under her attack; it had
grown so sensitive after the orgasm that every touch
was a delicious agony. He pounded his fists into the
car's upholstery as his daughter fought to push him
into her cunt.
At last Nick's rod began to shrink, until just the
tip was still clutched in her vaginal lips. He raised
himself on his arms and tried to move away.
"Oh, no, you don't," Blossom said with a smirk. She
had wrapped her legs around his, holding in him place.
"I can't do any more," Nick protested. "That's it!"
"Maybe not," Blossom purred as she licked his
sweaty neck. "Are you sure?"
Nick thought he was, but now his daughter was
caressing his shaft with her cunt, bucking up at in in
short, sharp movements. To his amazement, his cock
began to grow again. A third time in one night? That
was a record for him, he knew.
But Blossom seemed to take it for granted. God,
what a devil he had, Nick thought.
Obeying his cock's urgings, he resumed the in-and-
out motions, sliding through his daughter's pillowy
tunnel. She sighed as she matched him stroke for
stroke.
It didn't last long this time. Nick's cock quickly
grew larger, thicker, pressing against the tight walls.
"Oh, God, Dad," Blossom said. "It's even better! Oh,
please, please, take it slow. That's it!"
Nick played her cunt like a violin, running his bow
over the strings of his daughter's cunt. It built and
built to a crashing crescendo as again he felt his cum
boil up.
And this time Blossom joined in his cries. "I'm
cumming," she moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't
sttooooopppppppp!" As the jism pulsed out of his cock,
Nick felt Blossom stiffen and then suddenly release
like a spring, and again, and again. Her wild flailing
milked every drop of cum from his cock until at last
she was still and he slipped his shrunken rod out of
her, still cuddling her to him as the sweat cooled
their bodies.
"Dad?" Blossom whispered in his ear.
"Yes, honey?"
"I'm free next Saturday."
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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Kristen's collection - Directory 6