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My Daughter's Roommate - Chapters One through Five
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? MY DAUGHTER'S ROOMMATE ?
? By Day Dreamer ?
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My wife died two years ago, and I've lived pretty much a
loner's life since then. My only child, Candy, was living in
an apartment with one of her girlfriends during her summer
break from college, and even though she usually called me
almost every day, we actually saw each other only about once a
week. The last two years have been rough ones, but I've about
worked my way through the grief over my wife's death and am now
beginning to feel periods of loneliness. Believing this was a
sign that I reestablish a social life, I was entertaining
thoughts of beginning to date. I'll admit I was somewhat
nervous about getting into the dating arena. I've heard all
sorts of horror stories about what a jungle it is for older,
newly-single persons. I was beginning to get incredibly horny,
though, and even with frequent relieving of sexual urges with
masturbation, I was starting to experience a driving urge for
real female companionship. I was needing a flesh-and-blood
pussy, not the imaginary ones I conjured up in my erotic
fantasies. I hoped to find a mature woman near my age who,
like me, wanted only a physical relationship without too many
emotional entanglements--just good, hot sex without strings
attached.
Before trying to date, I decided I would invite my daughter and
her roommate out to dinner. I figured if I started with a
comfortable, non-sexual encounter like taking the two girls
out, asking an older woman would be easier. Besides, my
daughter was going back to school the next week and it would be
somewhat of a back-to-school going-away celebration.
I picked the girls up at 7:00 o'clock the next Friday evening.
Although I had talked with her a few times on the telephone, it
was the first time I had actually met Candy's roommate. Her
name was Barbie, and the name fit her perfectly. She was
blonde and willowy, just like a Barbie doll. And just like the
doll, she had long legs that just seemed to go on forever.
They were both dressed stylishly in tight mini-skirts and form-
fitting tops that left few secrets about the shape of their
bodies. Candy was a beautiful girl, but Barbie was just about
her equal. It was a wonder to me why Barbie would be willing
to spend an evening with an older man like me when she must
have certainly turned down dates with many a young stud.
I took the girls to one of the better supper clubs in town, and
after we got a table, ordered drinks. With a band playing some
good soft ballads in the background, Candy and I chatted about
her having to go back to school on the following Sunday. I
agreed to come over and help her pack her car. Throughout this
time, Barbie was every pleasant, smiling a lot, but she didn't
enter much into the conversation. After a little while, Candy
asked me to dance with her. After we got onto the dance floor,
Candy told me that Barbie was a very sweet girl, but was
somewhat on the shy side. I told her I was amazed that someone
as pretty as she was could be shy. Candy laughed and said that
even if she were pretty, she was still very shy, especially
with men. She told me that she herself was dating a little
that summer, but that Barbie would usually sit home and watch
television. Sure, she got asked out on a few occasions, but
her shyness kept her from accepting. She urged me to ask
Barbie to dance, that with her there she would probably accept.
When we got back to the table, I asked Barbie to dance the next
dance with me. She got a surprised look on her face, and
glanced quickly at Candy. Candy smiled and made a motion
toward the dance floor with her head. With a shy smile, Barbie
stood up and said, "Yes, I would love to dance."
The band was playing a nice golden-oldie, a slow piece that
called for some old-fashioned slow dancing. Barbie came into
my arms and her body almost melted against mine. She was
almost as tall as I, and we seemed to fit together like two
pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. She was an excellent dancer, and
after a few seconds, she murmured, "Oh, Mr. Larson, you're a
good dancer. Most of the boys I know are pure clods on their
feet." She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled her body
up against mine. "I just love slow dancing," she whispered
into my ear.
She may have been enjoying our dancing together, but not nearly
so much I was. The firm mounds of her breasts were pushing
into my chest and her soft, rounded belly pushed up hard
against my lower abdomen. It had been a long time since I had
held a girl in my arms and I was savoring every second of it.
It had been a long time since I had been in such close contact
with a female body and my body was reacting to the sensual
stimulus. Against my wishes, even with my gritting my teeth to
try to avoid it, my penis began to harden and lengthen out down
my trousers leg. "Oh, God," I thought, "I'm going to embarrass
myself, and with Barbie being as shy as she is, she's going to
be mortified."
Instead of pulling away in embarrassment, Barbie pushed her
groin hard against mine, squirming her hips against me. She
whispered into my ear, "Am I the cause of that?"
"Yes, and I'm so sorry. I'm terribly embarrassed about
something like this happening."
"Oh, please don't be embarrassed. It's really my fault for
dancing so close. Besides, I'm very flattered by it. I wasn't
sure I could cause that kind of reaction in a man. You're
giving my ego a tremendous boost." With that, she pulled me so
tight against her that I could feel the hard little nubbins of
her nipples against my chest. We finished the dance almost
glued together, silent, both of us enjoying the pleasant
sensations of sexual flesh pressed against sexual flesh.
When the song ended, Barbie and I went back to the table. My
hard-on was evident, bulging out the front of my trousers.
Candy couldn't help but notice it, but she only smiled and
said, "See, I knew you would enjoy dancing together."
After we ate, we had a couple of after-dinner drinks and talked
and laughed. Barbie no longer seemed so shy and grew more
talkative and animated as the evening wore on. When I
mentioned leaving, Barbie asked me to dance one more dance with
her before we left. When we moved onto the dance floor, Barbie
once against molded her body against my, pressing her groin
against mine, seeming to almost push her pussy into my once-
again hard and throbbing cock. "You're coming over Sunday to
help Candy get away to college aren't you?"
"Sure, just like I said I would," I answered.
"Well, after Candy leaves, will you come back into the
apartment? There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Well, sure, I'll be glad to," I answered. "But why can't we
talk about it now?"
"Because now's not a good time. It's something I'll be able to
talk about only when the two of us are alone together." The
song ended with those words and Barbie thrust her groin hard
against mine, giving my cock one final feel of the indentation
of her pussy. When we went back to the table, I was once
against in an evident state of arousal, my cock a hard bulge
under the fly of my trousers. I could see Candy's eyes take in
the show, but she only gave us a knowing look and didn't
comment.
We didn't say much on the way back to their apartment. When I
let them out, Candy kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for
taking them to dinner. Following suit, Barbie repeated the
ritual. As I got into the car and closed the door, Candy said,
"See you Sunday morning, Daddy."
"Yes, see you Sunday," Barbie repeated softly.
As I drove home, I recalled the feel of Barbie's body against
mine and immediately got another hard-on. Under the shower
that night I soaped up my cock and stroked it hard, imagining
it was Barbie's hand performing the act. Jets of sperm shot
out into the shower stall as my cock jerked in orgasm. I slept
soundly that night, not even dreaming about what dark,
mysterious subject Barbie wished to talk about.
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Sunday morning I drove over to Candy and Barbie's apartment to
help Candy get her clothes and gear loaded into her car. Candy
had most of her stuff already packed in suitcases, boxes, and
hanging garment bags. Altogether, between finishing the last
of her packing and loading everything into the trunk and back
seat of Candy's car, we finished in about two hours. Barbie
prepared us some sandwiches and Cokes, and we sat down in the
living room and ate lunch and rested. Candy said she needed to
take a shower before leaving and asked me to stay until she
left so she could kiss me good-bye.
While I was waiting, I finally had time to take a good look at
Barbie. It was worth the effort, because I liked what I saw.
She was dressed in a pair of extra-short shorts and a tight-
fitting tank top. Her lack of a bra was obvious from the way
her nipples and the dark circles of her areolas showed through
the thin fabric of her top. Her shorts pulled up so tightly
into her crotch that the crease of her vagina was clearly
defined. Her long legs were very shapely, with smoothly
fleshed thighs and firm calves. If she hadn't been so young,
almost the same age as my daughter, I would have found her
sexually attractive. "Hell," I thought to myself, "who am I
fooling. I AM attracted to her. It was her I thought about
when I jerked off the other night. And it was her who got me
so hot and bothered when we danced together. Kid or no kid,
she is a fine-looking woman, and I would make love to her if
the occasion were right."
Barbie saw me looking at her and gave me a soft, gentle smile.
Still smiling at me, she slowly spread her legs apart and moved
her hands up and down her thighs, caressing them with light
strokes. I envied her hands, wishing that it were mine doing
the stroking. Of its own volition, my cock swelled to where I
had a half-hard-on. The last thing in the world I wanted was
for Candy to come back into the room and find me lusting after
her roommate. I quickly switched my thoughts over to Candy and
her trip back to Austin and my cock gradually returned to
normal. Just in time, too, for at this time Candy came back
into the room, all ready to leave for her trip.
Barbie and I walked Candy out to her car. She gave Barbie a
hug and then she hugged me. The hug was unlike any she had
given me before. She pushed her body against mine and her
groin pressed against mine. Still slightly tumescent, my cock
started once again to harden. I quickly pulled back, not
wanting Candy to know how I was reacting to her hug. She
kissed me on the lips instead of the cheek, and her lips were
wet and slightly parted. In automatic reaction, I spread my
lips apart to match hers. Her tongue darted out and brushed
lightly across my lower lip. She broke the kiss, a look of
regret on her face. "I almost wish I weren't leaving," she
said softly. "But I'll be back in about a month. Keep the
home fires burning. Good-bye Daddy. Good-bye, Barbie. See
you in about a month." She drove off, leaving Barbie and me
standing on the curb.
I was in somewhat of a state of shock, hardly believing what
had just happened. Unless I had completely misconstrued
Candy's actions, she had just made sexual overtures to me.
Just the thought of that possibility filled be with a powerful
feeling of concupiscence. All the repressed desires I had ever
felt for my daughter came to the surface and made me realize
how much I would like to make love to her. I groaned
internally and told myself that I was a fool for even having
such thoughts, that what I was thinking was only the stuff of
erotic fantasies, not real life.
At this time I felt Barbie's hand on my arm. "Well, she's off
to school. In a way I envy her, being able to go off to
school, while I go to school here in town. Oh, well, Rice is
just as good a school as Texas, and we'll both end up with good
degrees." I realized that she had missed the interplay between
Candy and me, and I was relieved. God, what would she think of
me if she thought I was lusting after my own daughter. Lusting
after her was bad enough, but having sexual thoughts about
Candy was even more perverted.
"Mr. Larson, can you come in now and talk with me?"
"Barbie, for Pete's sake, call me Joe. Calling me Mr. Larson
makes me feel like I'm a tottering old man."
Barbie laughed and said, "Okay, Joe it is. And you're sure not
a tottering old man. At least I hope you're not, cause that
would spoil everything."
"What do you mean, `everything'?"
Barbie took my hand in hers and pulled me toward her door.
"Come on in and I'll tell you about it."
"Is this what you said you needed to talk to me about?" I
asked.
"Yes, that's what it's about."
We went into Barbie's living room and she closed the door
behind us. I sat down on the sofa and she sat in the chair
across from me, just as she had done earlier. Barbie softly
cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Lar...er, Joe, do you think
I'm attractive?"
"Barbie, you're not just attractive, you're a beautiful girl,"
I answered without any hesitation.
"Am I sexually appealing, too?"
I didn't know where this was leading, but the conversation was
getting me excited again and my cock was starting to get hard
like it had been before. "Yes, Barbie, you are definitely
sexually appealing. Any man in his right mind would like to
make love to you." I was afraid to look down at my front,
knowing there would be the evidence of my statement. If she
were as shy and naive as Candy had made her out to be, maybe
she wouldn't notice. "Hah!" I thought, "She knew what it was
the other night, she'll know what it is now."
Barbie's eyes widened as she looked at my bulging front, and
she whispered, "Yes, I can see you mean what you say." Barbie
then got to her feet and moved in front of me, standing just
inches away. Looking directly down at me, she said in a soft,
little-girl voice, "Joe, I want you to teach me how to make
love. Will you show me how? Please?"
Needless to say, I was totally surprised by her request. I
figured a girl as beautiful as Barbie could have any man she
wanted, and here she was asking me, a man more than twice her
age, to teach her about love-making. "God, Barbie, did I hear
you right?" I asked. "You mean you don't know how to make love
and you want me to show how to do it?"
Barbie answered, "Yes, that's just what I'm asking you to do."
"You mean you're still a virgin?" I asked.
"No, I'm not a virgin. I did it once when I was fifteen, but
it was a bad experience. I know from listening to my friends
that it should be something good and beautiful. That's why I
want to learn how."
"But why me? There are lots of boys who would kill to make
love to a beautiful girl like you."
"I want to learn from someone who's experienced, who knows how
to make a girl enjoy making love. From what I've heard, you're
that kind of man."
"What do you mean, `what you've heard'?"
"Well, Candy has told me how she's listened when you and your
wife made love. How your wife cried out in pleasure and joy
from what you did to her. That's the kind of love-making I
want to learn, and I need to learn it from someone who knows
how."
I was both flattered and irritated by what Barbie said.
Flattered that both Candy and Barbie thought of me a good lover
and irritated about Candy's telling a friend about something as
personal and intimate as the love between a wife and husband.
Lust won out over indignation, though. I recognized that I was
beyond the point of no return--my cock was now fully hard and
straining at the front of my trousers. After two years of
abstinence, Barbie's request was one I couldn't refuse. I was
practically trembling at the thought of getting her naked and
teaching her everything I knew about all the ways our bodies
could give each other pleasure.
"I know I'm not much compared to all the mature, experienced
women who must be running after a handsome man like you. But
if you'll teach me how, I know I can be as good as any of them.
If you'll just teach me how, I'll do my best to be the best
lover you ever had," Barbie said, looking down at me.
I couldn't help but smile ruefully, and said, "I don't know
where you got an idea like that, but the truth is that I
haven't had a women since my wife died. It's been two years
since I've made love to a woman. I'm probably pretty rusty
right now."
"Ohhh, Joe. You poor thing. You must be hurting real bad."
Moving closer, Barbie spread her legs apart, and straddling my
thighs with hers, sat on my lap. Her breasts pressed against
my chest and her pussy fit down right on top of my now
completely hard and throbbing cock. "I know it must have been
bad for you, but I like it that it's happening this way. This
way you won't be comparing me to any recent, experienced
lovers. This way, you get to relearn while I'm learning."
Barbie squirmed her pussy against my hard cock and a smile of
both wonder and pleasure spread across her face. She looked
down adoringly at me and then lowered her mouth to mine. Her
lips were moist and warm against mine, and I savored the thrill
of the first real kiss I had for a long time. I spread my lips
slightly apart, and extending my tongue between them, I brushed
it lightly across her lips, giving them little tender, wet
stokes of love. Barbie moaned softly in reaction. Responding
to my oral caresses, she spread her own lips apart. The tip of
her tongue came out between them, and with almost tentative
motions, she brushed her tongue against mine with light, almost
imperceptible strokes.
I wrapped my arms around Barbie and pulled her in even closer
against me. I put one hand behind her neck and then opened my
mouth wide and probed my tongue fully into her mouth. Her
mouth opened wide and her lips worked around my mouth, nibbling
and sliding over its surface. Her tongue became a wild thing,
swirling and intertwining with mine, exchanging oral caresses.
I withdrew my tongue and hers followed it, plunging into my
mouth. She explored all my oral cavity with her tongue,
digging it under mine, under my gums, and into my cheeks. She
was panting now, and her breath came into my mouth in little
gusts. I could feel the sounds in her chest as she moaned
softly, responding to the sheer eroticism of our oral love
play.
Barbie squirmed her buttocks around on my lap, working the
crotch of her shorts down so that it made even tighter contact
with my rampant penis. My cock was throbbing in response to
our kiss, and I felt the wet spot in my Jockey shorts where
pre-come was drooling out and dampening the fabric.
Almost breathless, Barbie pulled her lips away from mine and
whispered, "Oh, God, Joe, I've never felt like this before.
I'm so aroused that my panties are starting to get wet." She
pressed her pussy down against my hard cock and said, "You're
aroused, too, aren't you. I can feel your hardness pressing
against me. It feels like you've got a log between your legs.
You really do want me, don't you? You really do want to make
love to me."
I pulled Barbie's face back down to mine, and with her lips
almost brushing against mine, I said, "Like I've never wanted
anything in my life."
"Oh, God, Joe, me too," she whispered and then pressed her open
mouth against mine. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and
caressed my tongue with hers. As she did so, I moved my hands
up and down her back, stroking gently, loving the feel of the
warm flesh I felt through the thin fabric of her top. I moved
my hands down to Barbie's buttocks and cupped one in each
hand, kneading and stroking them with gentle, loving motions.
She moaned softly and almost bounced up and down on my lap,
seeking to bring her pussy into closer contact with my bulging
cock.
Moving my hand to the side of her shorts, I undid the buttons,
leaving the waistband loose around her middle. Extending my
hands under the fabric of her shorts, I ran them all over the
silken smoothness of her brief bikini panties. Tracing along
their lower hem, I caressed the exposed skin of her lower
buttocks. One by one, my fingers found the crease between the
firm globes of her ass, and I stroked them up and down the
cleft, moving from its top down into the area between her
thighs. With her legs spread wide apart as they were, I could
run my fingers all the way down to her crotch and stroke them
across the narrow expanse of silk covering her anus and vulva.
She was right about her panties being wet--I could feel the
slight dampness of her arousal in the fabric between her legs.
Moving my hands up to the top of Barbie's panties, I pushed my
hands under the sheer fabric and onto the smoothly textured
flesh of her buttocks. Once again I found the spread-wide
crack of her buttocks and moved my fingers up and down its full
length. As I went lower, probing deeply into the hidden area
between her thighs, I felt the evidence of her arousal. The
lower portion of the gaping area between her buttocks was slick
with the flow of her female secretions, and my fingers made
slick tracks across her anus as they probed her nether regions.
She started as I slowly circled her little rosebud with a
fingertip and moaned into my mouth at the pleasure of the
erotic touch. Moving even lower, my finger encountered the
very bottom of her gaping vulva. I extended my finger and
probed it into the moist furrow of her womanness. She broke
the kiss and ground her wet flesh against my probing finger,
murmuring, "Oh, God, Joe! Oh, God, that feels so good."
I wanted to move my finger all the way up to her clitoris and
give her the thrill of feeling it stroked but the pressure of
my cock against her prevented it. Instead, I moved my hands
from under her panties to up under the thin fabric of her top.
Spreading my fingers to their widest, I slowly moved my hands
around to her front. As they gently stroked across her front,
they came to the soft curves of the undersides of her breasts.
I moved them up to where they each cupped one of her breasts
and then squeezed them with just gentle pressure. She
responded by moving herself backward so that there was enough
space between us for me continue my ministrations.
The tank top she had on fit so tightly that I didn't have room
to pay the kind of homage to her breasts that they deserved.
To solve that problem, I pulled my hands from under her top and
then slowly pulled it up until it came up over and fully
exposed her bountiful mounds. Barbie broke the kiss and pulled
herself even further away, ensuring I had ample room to
continue caressing her breasts. With room enough to properly
attend to Barbie's needs, I rubbed a finger over each of her
nipples, lightly stroking across the hard little nubbins. She
wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her cheek on the top
of my head, moaning in reaction to the pleasure my hands were
bringing to her breasts.
As I gently stroked and squeezed Barbie's soft mounds, her
nipples erected, hardening and extending out in little points
from the dark circles surrounding them. She whispered, "Oh,
Joe, I love that. My boobs are so sensitive. That's...sooo...
gooood."
I knew that if my hands felt that good on her breasts, my mouth
and tongue would feel even better. I moved my mouth to her
right breast and stroked my tongue across its top. Barbie
jerked in reaction to the contact, and then pulled herself even
further back. With her hands still wrapped around the back of
my neck, she leaned back and thrust her breasts up to me,
inviting me to give them oral caresses. "Yes, Joe, suck on
them. Oh, God, Joe, I've longed so much for a boy to suck on
my nipples. Suck them. Please, Joe, suck them...suck them
hard." As I took a nipple into my mouth, she muttered, "Yes!
Yes, yes, yes. Like that. Oh, God, yes. Suck on them...suck
them...suck like a baby."
Seeing the pleasure I was giving Barbie, I doubled my efforts,
taking the whole center of her breast into my mouth and sucking
on it. As I did so, I stroked my tongue in circles around her
nipple, moving it across the pebbly-texture of her areola. I
pulled my mouth away from her breast until just the hard
extension of her nipple was still between my lips and nibbled
on it, biting with just the gentlest of nips with my teeth.
Barbie whispered, almost a hiss, "Yeesssssss, like that.
Just...like...that."
Suddenly Barbie sat up fully in my lap. Reaching down, she
took hold of her tank top and pulled it up over her head,
tossing it on the floor. Her breasts were now fully exposed to
me now, twin mounds the shape of half-a-cantaloupe, each pale
and white except for the dark circles of areolae. I took each
one in a hand and squeezed it, causing the nipples to thrust
out even more than they were. I brought my mouth down, and
alternating between them, kissed, sucked, and licked each of
them. I feasted on them, loving each of them fully with my
mouth and tongue. Barbie's had her head thrown back, moaning
as I lavished my oral caresses on her now trembling breasts.
Barbie reached out her hands and grasped my shoulders, crying,
"Oh, God, Joe, I can't take anymore of this. I feel like I'm
climbing higher and higher, that I'm just about to explode."
I was feeling a lot like that myself. It had been so long
since I had made love to a woman that I was shaking with
desire. My cock had poured out pre-come and the whole front of
my Jockey shorts was now soaked from the flow. The continued
grinding of Barbie's pussy against my cock had me on the very
edge of orgasm. I knew that if we continued in this manner, we
both would soon be erupting in orgasm. I didn't want to just
come in my pants, I wanted my cock inside Barbie's tight pussy
when I spent my long-stored sperm. Besides, the feel of
Barbie's pussy against my cock made me want to see it and touch
it without the restrictions our clothing caused. Even more
than that, I wanted to bury my mouth in the wetness of her
woman flesh and taste once more the unparalleled taste of the
nectar of a woman in full arousal.
I took my mouth away from Barbie's breasts and pulled her face
down to mine. Our mouths came together in a wet kiss, our
tongues wild animals as they duelled each other. Barbie was
breathing hard and so was I. We were each ready to go to the
next step of Barbie's lessons. As if she sensed my thoughts,
Barbie pulled her mouth away from mine and whispered, "I want
us to get naked, Joe. I want us to be able to see each other's
bodies in all their glory. It's time to go to my bedroom. Oh,
God, Joe, strip me and make love to me. I need it so bad." As
she said this, she stood up and took my hand. "Let's go to my
bedroom. Make love to me. Teach me all there is about making
love. Oh, God, Joe, fuck me. Fuck me and teach me how to fuck
you."
Still holding my hand, Barbie led me down the hallway to her
bedroom.
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?? Chapter 2 ??
?? A Fantasy by Day Dreamer ??
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Barbie held my hand tightly as we walked down the hallway to
her bedroom. With her tank top removed, I had an excellent
view of the profile of her breasts. They hadn't seemed partic-
ularly large when she was facing me in the living room chair,
but seeing them now from the side, seeing the way they thrust
out and jiggled up and down as she walked, made me realize they
were full and developed. I knew I would enjoy feasting on them
and caressing them until the nipples stood erect and hard.
As we entered her bedroom, her hand trembled in mine and I
could tell she was nervous about the journey on which we were
about to embark. As we approached the bed that filled a corner
of the room, she turned to me and smiling shyly said, "Joe, I
don't know what to do next. All I know is that I have never
felt this way before. I know that whatever comes next, I'm
ready for it. Oh, God, Joe, I'm more than ready for it--I NEED
it. I've never felt such a need before. I've never in my life
been aroused like I am now."
Still holding my hand, she used it to pull herself into my
arms. Wrapping her arms around me, she put her mouth to mine
and kissed me with a fervor that proved the truth of her
statement. She broke the kiss and almost breathlessly
whispered, "Joe, show me what to do next. Love me, and show me
how to love you."
With her in my arms like that, she was no longer my daughter's
roommate--she a desireable woman and I was a man who desired
her. We were man and woman aroused and needing each other.
Our desires had mounted to an almost fever pitch, and we needed
each other in a manner approaching desperation. I pulled her
lips to mine again and my mouth feasted on hers. As we kissed,
I put my hands on her firm buttocks and pulled her groin hard
against mine, pressing the hard knot of my manhood into the vee
of her groin. As I cupped and kneaded the firm handfuls of her
buttocks, she thrust herself against me, pushing her sex into
even closer contact with mine.
We broke the kiss slowly, almost reluctantly, until our lips
were barely apart, just brushing against the other's. We were
both breathing hard now, our mutual desire almost taking our
breath away. Putting my hands on the waistband of her loosened
shorts, I started pushing them down over her hips. As they
came below her hips and fell to the floor around her feet, I
said, "The first thing is to get rid of all the barriers
between us."
Barbie stepped back away from me and said, "Yes, let's get
naked. I want to show my body to you--show it to you
completely." She smiled at me and whispered, "And I want to
see your body, your naked body, and all there is about it."
She sat down on the side of the bed and started to remove her
shoes and socks. Without looking up she in a soft voice, "I've
never seen a nude man before." Then she looked up, and with an
almost lascivious expression on her face, she said in a louder
voice, "I want to see you naked, Joe. I want to see what I've
been feeling up between my legs. I want to see your penis,
Joe. I want to see your hardness with my own eyes."
Responding to her wanton request, I started stripping my
clothes, almost tearing them from my body. Barbie's words
inflamed me, and I wanted for her to see me naked as much as I
longed to see her body in its totality. Impelled by that
urgency, I had removed all my clothes except my Jockey shorts
by the time she had finished taking off her shoes and socks.
Barbie stood and faced me, trembling slightly in anticipation
of the next step. For a moment we stood there, looking into
each others eyes. Her brief panties barely covered her pubis
and lower belly. A circle of dampness spread out from the
panties' crotch, a tell-tale of the height of her arousal. I
glanced down at the front of my shorts, and saw that they had a
similar circle of moisture. I felt the slick wetness of my
pre-seminal flow pressing against my straining cock. It was
evidence of my total arousal, evidence of my desire for the
almost-nude, beautiful twenty-year-old girl who stood before
me.
"Do you like my body?" Barbie asked.
"Barbie, you have a beautiful body. You're a beautiful girl
and you have a body to match." I grinned a little and added,
"At least that part I can."
"What about you?" she said. "I can't see all of you either."
I put my hands to the top of my shorts and started to push them
down. Matching me, Barbie put her hands to the top of her
panties, and still looking me in the eyes, a shy smile on her
face, started pushing them down over her hips. Inch by inch,
we each lowered our last articles of clothing, pushing them
down to reveal our unclad bodies to each other. Barbie's pubic
fur came into view just as a mat of my pubic hair pushed itself
over the waistband of my shorts. Barbie pushed the silken
fabric of her panties down onto her thighs and her vagina
revealed itself fully to me, her womanly crease visible through
the damp locks of her fur. As her sexual core was coming into
view, I pushed the waistband of my shorts over the bulge of my
cock and balls. Free from its restrictions, my cock sprung
outward, stiff and throbbing in its freedom. Shorts and
panties both fell to the floor and without looking down, we
each stepped out of them and stood still and silent, inviting
each other's inspection.
Barbie's eyes, now widened, roamed up and down my body, taking
in all my nakedness. I gazed at her at the same time, almost
breathless from the beauty of her girlish, yet womanly, body on
full display. I reached out a hand and brushed it across one
of her erect nipples. "Barbie, you are incredibly beautiful,
all of you," I said, caressing the hard, little nubbin that
jutted out so proudly from the dusky circle topping the full,
white mound of her breast.
Barbie stepped toward me and laid a hand on my chest, running
her fingers through the sparse hair that covered it. "You're
beautiful, too, Joe," she whispered. "And you're so big. God,
you're so big and hard." Even though I knew that at about
six-and-one-half inches my cock was only average in size, I
couldn't help but feel flattered by her compliment. Responding
to her words, I pulled her against me and kissed her.
With our arms wrapped tightly around each other, the hard
points of her breasts pressed into my chest. As we kissed with
a deep, soul kiss, she started breathing faster, and with each
breath the little bullets of her nipples felt harder yet. I
reached down and took hold of her buttocks, squeezing them
gently. As I did so, I bent my legs just a little so that my
cock could come free from between us and its head press into
the crease of her vagina. Thrusting my hips forward, I slid my
cock between her labia. Her flesh was slick from her secre-
tions, and my cock burrowed into the hot, slippery recess of
her furrow.
Pressing a little deeper, my cock came to Barbie's clitoris.
It was a hard protrusion, a swollen bump right in the center of
her wet channel. As the head of my cock brushed over the
little nubbin, Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in reaction.
She moaned into my mouth and muttered, "Oh, God!" Reacting to
such pleasure, she thrust her hips against mine and my cock
slid all the way down into the folds and convolusion of her
labia. Our pubic bones now pressed hard against each other,
and we both panted in reaction to the waves of pleasure flowing
through our sexual centers. This time it was my time to moan.
The warmth of her flesh surrounding my cock caused it to throb,
each of my heart-beats making it pulsate with its own little
beats.
Our kiss was beyond control. Gasping and working our lips and
tongues in wild abandon, our mouths acted out the motions our
lower bodies were desperate to perform. As we plunged our
tongues in and out of each other's mouths in oral copulatory
motions, Barbie's hips started imitating the motion, pushing
in and pulling out. As she did, my cock slid back and forth in
her furrow, my shaft caressing her clitoral protrusion. Her
furrow slickened even more with each stroke, becoming oily with
secretions flowing from her inner recesses and pre-come flowing
from my cock in a copious, seemingly never-ending supply.
Barbie was moaning now, a continuous sound of pleasure. Her
moans had started softly, but were gradually increasing in
volume. Suddenly, she jerked her mouth away from mine and
stiffened her body until it was almost rigid. Her mouth opened
in a round circle and her eyes widened. Almost chokingly she
muttered, "Joe! Oh, God, Joe!" Her furrow started shuddering
around my cock and her belly jerked against mine. I felt her
tremors as they ran through her abdomen and flowed into mine.
She clutched me against her and laid her head on my shoulder.
"Joooeee, ooohhh Jooeee. Oh, God, Joe. Oooohhhh, God...
Oooooooohhhhhh. Oh, Joe...Joe...Joe," she moaned as the
shudders and spasms of orgasm shook her body. "Oh, God, I'm
coming...I'm commmiiinnngggg."
My cock was locked in the tight grip of her labial lips as they
clamped down on it. Tremor after tremor seized her channel and
moved into the hardness of my imprisoned shaft. It was only an
act of ultimate will power that kept me from coming along with
her. The shudders of her flesh against mine brought me right
to the edge and, but for the thought of how good it was going
to feel to bury my cock fully in the warmth of the near-virgin
flesh that now gripped it so pleasurably, I would have spewed
my manhood out into the warm folds that encompassed my
throbbing penis.
The shudders and tremors of her orgasm slowly lessened and
Barbie's knees began to buckle under her. I lifted her up
gently and, moving to the bed, I lowered her and laid her
softly down on her back, her knees and lower legs hanging off
the side. She put an arm across her eyes and lay there,
breathing heavily, still experiencing the last little trembling
of her orgasm. Her legs were splayed apart and the furrow
between them was completely open to my view. It was wet and
glistening from our combined secretions and her clitoris was
engorged and protruded up between the swollen lips running down
each side of the gaping channel. At the bottom of the channel,
the lips opened wider and revealed just the slightest hint of
the opening to her long-unplumbed sheath. Except for anticipa-
tion of the pleasure I knew I would get from giving her
even more pleasure, I would have plunged my cock into that
opening and enjoyed the same rapture Barbie had just
experienced. She had asked me to teach her about pleasurable
love, though, and I was determined to do just that--to make her
cry out in pleasure over and over again.
I sat down on the bed next to Barbie and gazed down at the
perfection of her body. I didn't know what fate had brought
the two of us together and had caused her to ask me to be her
love mentor, but I wasn't going to question my good fortune. I
had been feeling the need for female companionship, and it had
been offered to me in the form of Barbie's request. "God, but
she's beautiful," I thought. "And so young--almost the same
age as Candy." I thought back to the good-bye kiss my daughter
had given me and my passion rose to even higher levels. My
cock throbbed from the thought that making love to Barbie would
be almost like making love to Candy, that caressing Barbie's
firm young body would be like having Candy's body beneath my
hands. I couldn't help but picture Candy nude just like Barbie
was, her vagina gaping open and wet with the flow of a woman's
secretions of love.
Worried about the perversion of such thoughts, I forced them
from my mind by dropping my lips to Barbie's navel and kissing
and tongueing her little indented belly button. Moving
upwards, I kissed and ran my tongue along the curved underside
of her breasts. She squirmed under my caresses and lifted her
arm from her eyes. I sat up and smiled down at her. Seeing
that she had recovered, I asked, "You okay now, Barbie?"
"Okay? Oh, God, Joe, am I EVER okay. I'm still feeling the
after-effects of what we just did. I've never had an orgasm
like that before in my life." As if to prove her point, she
squirmed her hips in small circles, gyrating them on the bed.
Even though I suspected what she meant, I couldn't resist
asking the next question. "But I thought you hadn't been with
a boy since you were fifteen, and that that time was a bad one
for you."
Barbie's face reddened and she said, "Well, er, you know." She
held up a finger and said, "Sometimes a girl just has to take
care of things herself." With a little grin, she said, "After
the orgasm I just had, I realize this little pinky is a poor
substitute."
"I know exactly what you're talking about," I said. "I've had
to resort to solitary games myself during the last two years."
With a solemn expression on her face, Barbie took my hand and
placed it on her breast. "We won't have to do that now, will
we? Now we've got each other. We can have the real thing now,
can't we? We can have real boy-girl love."
"Yes," I said. "And viva the real thing. Viva boy and girl
love."
Barbie looked up at me with a look of adoration I hadn't
experienced since my wife and I were in our courtship days and
whispered, "Joe?"
"Um-hmm," I answered.
"Kiss me again. I love the way you kiss."
"I love your kisses, too," I said, and lowered my mouth to
hers. This time we kissed gently, our tongues softly and
slowly intertwining. My hand was still on her breast and
I gently stroked her nipple, matching my hand caresses to our
oral ones. She murmured a soft "Ummnnn" into my mouth and
arched her back upward, pushing her breast even harder into my
hand. Switching my hand back and forth, I massaged her
breasts, paying particular attention to her hard and still-
erect nipples.
Knowing, though, that as much as she enjoyed touches on her
breasts, she would like lower touches even more, I slowly moved
my hand from her upthrust mounds down onto the softly rounded
firm flesh of her little belly. Using just my finger tips, I
traced little circles around the indentation of her navel.
Gradually, I widened the circles and soon my hand was roving
over the entire expanse of her lower body. Each stroke took my
hand lower and lower, and my fingers finally brushed into the
soft pubic hair growing so lushly in her delta of Venus.
Barbie reacted to the caresses by squirming her hips in little
gyrations. Her tongue, moving only gently before, began to
swirl around mine with faster, more intense strokes.
Using all my fingers, I brushed through and teased Barbie's
abundant pubic fur. Once again, she breathed out a soft
"Ummnnn." As she did, she spread her thighs even more, giving
me greater access to that secret area of womanness hidden
between them. I had already explored her labial lips with my
cock, now I wanted to explore that area with my hand, to seek
out and delve all the forbidden recesses of her femininity.
Exploring through Barbie's pubic forest, my fingers came to the
little fold at the top of her maidenly crease, that unmis-
takable mark of her femininity. Remembering how inviting her
gaping furrow had been to me, I extended my middle finger and
eased it slowly down into the warm, wet area between her labia.
With Barbie's legs spread apart as they were, my finger slid
easily into the exposed channel of her sex. The warm flesh of
her sex was smooth and slippery, soaking with the flow of my
pre-come and her own secretions. Tracing through the residue
of our slippery flows, I extended my finger further down,
searching out the secrets of her nether region.
As my hand and finger moved lower to where they were buried
between her thighs, my finger tip came to the swollen button of
her clitoris. It was a hard nubbin between her labia, swollen
and erected from her aroused passion. I moved my finger on top
of it and stroked across the clitoral surface, using just the
softest of touches. Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in
response to the contact. Even though our mouths were still
locked together and our tongues still busy stroking the
other's, I could understand Barbie's words as she mouthed,
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand, forcing her
clitoris into closer contact with my exploring finger. As my
finger moved back and forth across the little nubbin, she
reacted to the pleasure by gyrating her hips in small circles.
She moved her face to the side, pulling her lips from mine, and
said, "Oh, God, your hand feels so much better than mine or
Can..., er, anyone else's has ever felt." As my finger once
again moved across her little pleasure button, she moaned,
"Oooohh, Joe, it's so much better when you do it."
Barbie's slip of the tongue put my imagination into overdrive.
I envisioned her and my daughter Candy in bed together, both
naked, hands delving into and stroking the other's pussy. I
could picture them, young nymphs in full nubile bloom, moaning
and working their hips in frantic motions as they orgasmed
together. Imagining Barbie masturbating was erotic enough, but
thinking of Candy with a hand between her legs, completely
naked and panting with pleasure, drove my lust up even higher
than it was.
Barbie's moans of pleasure pulled my thoughts back to her. I
recognized from her sounds and the way she was squirming her
hips that if I continued my attentions to her clitoris she
would soon crash into another orgasm. I did, indeed, want to
give her another orgasm before I finally penetrated her pussy
with my cock, but I had another way in mind, a way that would
bring her far more pleasure than my finger could provide. To
avoid her cresting into a orgasm right then and there, I moved
my finger lower into her wet furrow.
Moving into the wide portion of Barbie's spread labial lips, my
finger sought out the barely hidden opening to her inner
recesses I had seen before. My search ended quickly, and I
slowly and gently insinuated my finger into the snug, soft hole
of her womanhood. Barbie breathed in deeply and stiffened her
body slightly as my finger worked its way into the hot recesses
of her body. When my finger was fully inserted into her pussy,
she let out her breath and relaxed. God, but she was tight.
The walls of her sheath clasped around my finger and held it
within the hot, moist confines of her vaginal cavity. I
thought about the pleasure that tight flesh would provide my
cock when I at last penetrated her, and it throbbed and
pulsated in anticipation.
As Barbie relaxed, her grip on my finger loosened, and I was
able to stroke it in and out of her. I joined that finger with
another, and was soon giving her a diminutive preview of what
she could expect when my cock was performing such action. Con-
tinuing my finger-fucking of Barbie's pussy, I stroked her
breasts, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger
and gently kneading the soft, white mounds. Responding to such
action, Barbie started thrusting her hips up to my hand,
pushing her wet flesh up to meet each of the thrusts I made
with my fingers. "Ummnnnn, that's so nice. Why does it feel
so good now, when it hurt so much when I was fifteen?"
"Because you're ready for it now. Your body's aroused and
ready for loving. It wasn't before."
"Oh, boy, is it EVER ready." She pushed her hips up hard
against my hand and said, "Oh, God, Joe, I feel like I'm going
to come again." Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, she
grasped me hard. "Joe, do it to me now. I want you inside me
when I come." She took one her hands and wrapped it around my
cock, saying, "Put this inside me, Joe. God, Joe, I'm so
ready. Fuck me now. Fuck me and teach me how to fuck."
Pulling my fingers from out of Barbie's pussy, I sat up beside
her and stroked her belly with soft touches. She still had her
hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed it, matching her
squeezes to my strokes of her stomach. I dipped a finger into
her crease and said, "Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you."
Grinning, I said, "Boy, am I EVER going to fuck you. I'm going
to fuck your brains out, little girl."
Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand and said, "Now. Do
it now."
"I will in just a little while. I'm having a hard time
waiting, myself. Remember, though, you asked me to be your
teacher, and I've got something else to teach you before that."
"What's that?"
"Barbie, did you and Candy eat each other?"
Barbie's eyes got real wide and she said, "Oh, no! We're not
lesbians. All we did was--all we've done is what you just did
to me. All we did was use our fingers on each other. It feels
so much better when someone else does it for you." She
suddenly realized the full import of my question and said, "Are
YOU going to eat me? Oh, God, Joe, ARE you going to eat me?"
"Would you like for me to?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I've heard girls talk about how marvelous
it is when their boyfriends eat them, and I hoped it would
happen to me someday."
"How `bout right now?" I asked.
Barbie closed her eyes and, with a moan in her voice, answered,
"Ohhh...yes...now...please...right now."
I got off the bed and knelt between her wide-spread legs draped
off the side of the bed, and putting my hands under her
buttocks, I pulled her toward me until her hips were right at
the edge and her sexual core available to my now almost
drooling mouth. With my hands still under the soft little
globes of her ass, I lifted Barbie's wide-spread pussy up to my
face. Her labia were fat and puffy with arousal and the
channel between them was wet with the flow of sexual lubrica-
tion that arousal caused. I had almost forgotten how the aroma
of a woman in heat aroused me, and the scent wafting upward
from the completely open pit of Barbie's sexuality made me even
hungrier to feast on her soft, wet flesh.
Succumbing to the aphrodisial effect of that sight and aroma,
I lowered my face and buried my mouth in Barbie's wet flesh.
The taste of her young, hot vagina was every bit as good as I
had imagined, and I opened my mouth wide, tongue extended, and
tried to lick up all the marvelous, aromatic nectar that had
oozed out and coated the pink, soft flesh. Using the broad,
flat side of my tongue, I stroked the full length of her
furrow, from the very bottom all the way up to her clitoris.
As it moved softly over the surface of the little sexual bump,
she gasped and jerked her hips. Putting both hands down to my
head, she twisted her fingers into my hair and murmured, "Ohhhh
...oooooohhhhh...Joe...Oh, God, Joe."
I continued to lave her clitoris with soft tongue strokes until
her hips started squirming and moving up and down in response.
As her hips moved in stronger and stronger thrusts, she
muttered, "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh," matching her pleasure sounds
with each of her thrusts. From her motions and sounds of
pleasure, it was obvious she was climbing higher and higher,
nearing the very edge of orgasm. I wanted to prolong her
pleasure, though. I wanted to stretch it out to where her
orgasm, when it finally came, would rack her whole body and be
one she remembered for a long time.
In order to assure this, I abandoned her clitoris and moved my
mouth down to the opening into her inner recesses, the opening
that led into the hot, wet inside of her pussy. Making a
little cone of my tongue, I probed its tip into Barbie's
channel, delving into it with fluttery motions. She twisted my
hair in her fingers and pushed her hips up even higher, seeking
my tongue, seeking to get more and more of it into her hot
vortex. With mouth pressed hard against her wet channel, I
extended my tongue as far as it would go, circling it around
and around, stroking it across the walls of her sheath. She
spread her thighs to the utmost extension possible and hunched
her pussy up against my mouth, moaning from the pleasure she
was experiencing.
I knew she had another erogenous point that I hadn't yet
explored, so I pulled my tongue from out the hot confines of
her channel and moved it lower. Lifting her now completely
spread buttocks upward, I moved the tip of my tongue into the
cleft between them, searching for that final aperture, that
point of pleasure I hadn't yet attended to. Almost immediate-
ly, my search was rewarded. Her little, tightly crinkled anus
came under the tip of my tongue and I stroked it gently, making
oral love to her little rosebud. She gasped as I made contact
with her nethermost opening, and almost shouting, moaned out,
"Oh, God, Joe! I didn't know about this. Oh, Joe, Joe,
Joe...."
I circled Barbie's little flower with my tongue, wetting the
whole inside of her ass cheeks. Her buttocks and thighs
trembled as I rimmed her, and I could hear soft moans of
pleasure from above me. "Oh, God, nobody's ever talked about
this. I didn't know so much pleasure could come from THERE,"
she whispered softly. Using just the tip of my tongue, I
probed into the wrinkled aperture, pushing it slightly inside.
She pushed her buttocks against my exploring tongue, and
muttered, "Ummnnn...oohhhh...good...so goood."
Relinquishing my progress into her tight nether opening, I
moved my tongue onto that small, uncreased area between her
anus and the beginning of her labia. Using just fluttery
motions, I stroked my tongue across that little patch of flesh.
She jerked and squirmed as I tongued her there, moaning in
response to my oral touches of what was one of her most
erogenous areas.
Having traversed the full range of her nether zones, I returned
my attentions to her vagina. Rolling my tongue into a tube, I
plunged into her now completely flooded sheath and stroked it
in and out, using it like a miniature cock to fuck her slick
pussy. She took her hands from my head and lifted herself up
on her elbows. Using them for leverage, she started thrusting
her hips against my tongue, returning my thrusts with her own.
She whispered, "Oh, yes, push it in and pull it out. Yes, just
like that. Ohhh, yesss, do it. Fuck me...fuck me with your
tongue."
Barbie's thrusts became faster and her breathing turned into
pants. She was climbing higher and higher up the ladder of
lust and was on the very edge of another orgasm. I pulled my
tongue out of her tunnel and moved my mouth up to where it was
over her clitoris. Opening my mouth wide, I put it over her
swollen organ and drew it into my mouth. Applying suction, I
nibbled on her nubbin and stroked my tongue over and over its
surface. Barbie sat up completely then and moved until only
the cheeks of her buttocks were still on the bed. Reaching
down, she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my
face completely into her wet pussy, burying my head between her
thighs.
Barbie wrapped her legs around my torso and her hips went into
an overdrive of motion, jerking and thrusting against my mouth.
Still keeping one of her hands on the back of my head, she used
the other to beat against my back with soft little blows.
Each time she thrust against me, her hips left the bed,
straining themselves up against my ravaging mouth. I lifted
her buttocks up even higher and moved two fingers into her
pussy, thrusting them in and pulling them out in time with the
strokes of my tongue across her clitoris. Barbie's moans
became inarticulate, and she cried out in pleasure. Among her
moans and sighs, she finally managed to say, "Oh, God, I'm
coming. Coming... coming...COMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!"
Falling away from me, Barbie fell back onto the bed. Her hips
continued thrusting against my mouth and her thighs clamped
around my ears, holding me in place. Slowly, though, she
decreased the motion of her hips and after about two minutes
relaxed the grip of her thighs. As I moved my hands from under
her buttocks and lowered her hips back to the bed, she lay
completely still, breathing hard, and looking at me with a
wonder-struck expression on her face. I stood up and once
again sat down on the bed beside her. Not saying a word, I put
a hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. Barbie broke
the silence, whispering, "God, Joe. I can hardly talk about
it. That was so good I don't have the right kind of words to
do it justice. Thank you. Thank you for doing that to me.
Thank you for making it so good for me."
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? WATCH FOR BARBIE3 ?
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?? Chapter 3 ??
?? A Fantasy by Day Dreamer ??
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Still in that marvelous state of lassitude that follows orgasm,
Barbie lay on her back, completely relaxed. From the look of
satisfaction on her face, it was obvious she had just attained
heights of pleasure never before reached. It had been her
first experience with oral intercourse, the very first time
anyone had ever applied his mouth to between her legs, and she
was almost in awe at the results it produced. Barely able to
speak, she said, "Now I know what a REAL orgasm feels like."
Barbie reached up and put a hand on my shoulder, pulling me
down in contact with her. Putting a hand behind my neck, she
brought my face to hers, mouth open and wet, seeking to be
kissed. Even though my face was still wet and slick from her
sexual secretions and my lips still coated with her wet juices,
I put my mouth on hers and kissed her. Wrapping an arm around
my back, she pulled my body against hers, drawing my chest
against her breasts. She used her tongue like a rapier,
thrusting it into my mouth and swirling it around and around,
making contact with all the inside of my mouth. Pulling her
mouth from mine, she licked around my lips and across my
cheeks, lapping up all the remains of her orgasm that were
there. When she had finished, she said, "I like that taste.
Does that mean I'm a lesbian?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought and said, "You? Not
a chance. From what I've seen, you're about as straight as
they come."
She reached down a hand and took hold of my still hard and
throbbing cock and said, "Yeah, I must be, because I sure do
like what you have here." Smiling softly and shyly, she
continued, "And I'm going to like it even more in just a little
while, aren't I?"
I smiled back and said, "If I have my way, you are."
Barbie squeezed my cock and said, "Joe, can I look at it? I've
never seen a real penis before. Do you mind if I look at it,
up close?"
I rolled away from Barbie and lay on my back, my cock standing
up and swaying. "Be my guest. Look all you want." I smiled
and said, "You can even touch it if you want."
Barbie sat up beside me and said, "I want." Reaching out a
hand, she circled her fingers around my shaft, holding it
gently in her hand. With her other hand, she ran her fingers
across the wet and glistening head, wet from my continuing flow
of pre-come. "I get wet when I'm excited. Does your wetness
mean the same thing?"
"Yes, exactly the same thing. Remember saying that your
panties were wet? Well, my shorts were soaking when I took
them off."
Barbie smiled and said, "I'm glad you're wet. That means
you're really excited, excited by being here with me." She
squeezed my cock and moved a hand down to my balls, stroking
them softly with just her finger tips. "God, I'm getting
excited again just from holding your penis and seeing how hot
and aroused it is. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, perfect sense. Every time you came, I had to fight hard
to keep from coming myself at the same time."
"Oooh, I wish you had."
I laughed and said, "Barbie, boys can't come back as fast as
girls can. Girls can have one orgasm after another, but boys
need a little time in between. I wanted to be sure I would be
able to give you the kind of loving I want to."
Still stroking my cock, she said, "If you come now, how long
will you have to wait before you can come again?"
I laughed and said, "Barbie, having a beautiful, naked girl you
beside me and considering my reaction to what you're doing
right now, it probably won't take much time at all--maybe
fifteen or twenty minutes. Why?"
"Because I want to do to you what you just did to me. I want
to eat you and make you come. But I wouldn't want to do it if
it kept you from being able to show me how to fuck." Laughing,
she continued, "I know it's a bad pun, but I want to eat my
cake and have it, too." She gave my cock a squeeze and asked,
"How about it? If I eat you and make you come, will you still
be able to fuck me?"
"Just try to keep me from it."
"I hoped that was what you'd say." She smiled a little shy
smile and said, "The only problem is, I don't know how to do
it. What do I do now? Tell me what I'm supposed to do. Teach
me how a woman is supposed to eat a man."
"Have you ever eaten a popsicle?"
"Sure, lots of times."
"Okay, first lick it all over, just like you would a popscicle,
a warm one that is, and then put it into your mouth and suck on
it."
"Do I put the whole thing in my mouth?"
"Sure, or at least as much as you can."
Barbie dropped her head and, with her tongue fully extended,
lapped across the bulbous head of my cock, licking up the
coating of pre-come that covered it. My abdomen tensed at the
pleasure of the touch as her tongue moved across my sensitive
glans. I couldn't keep from groaning as my cock jerked in
response. Another dribble of pre-come oozed out of my cock
and Barbie immediately went after it, licking it off as fast as
it seeped out. She lifted her head and grinned at me. "I like
the way you taste, too. Does that mean I'm gay?"
"No, sweetheart, it just means you're a good lover."
Barbie's face lit up in pleasure and she lowered her head
again, this time opening her mouth and taking about half my
cock inside. She swirled her tongue around and around my
shaft, and I couldn't help but thrust my cock up and move it in
and out of her mouth in imitation of the fuck I had been
waiting on for so long. Seeing from that the kind of motion I
desired, she moved her mouth up and down on my cock. I closed
my eyes and moaned, "Oh, yesss. Ooohhhh, yes, baby, that's the
way."
She pulled her mouth up and asked, "You like that?"
"Oh, God, yes!"
"I'm doing it right, then? It feels good to you?"
"It's fantastic. It's been so long since this has happened to
me, and it's good. Oh, baby, yes, it's good...so good."
Barbie held my cock by its very base and licked on it, starting
at her hand and stroking up to and across the head. She
covered all sides of my cock with her tongue washing and I was
soon jerking upward and trembling in pleasure from her loving
caresses. Finishing with that, she lifted her head up and once
again took me into her mouth, plunging downward until her lips
brushed against my pubic hairs. "God," I thought, "she's
almost deep-throating me."
If her intention had been to give me pleasure like I had given
her, she was accomplishing her goal. The warmth and wetness of
her mouth engulfing my now beating and throbbing cock was
bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I had been hard and
hot for so long, needing release so badly, and I knew it would
be only a matter of seconds before my cock erupted a volcano
flow of hot sperm. Barbie began her up and down motions again,
and they were the beginning of my downfall. I couldn't control
my hips any longer--they began a constant up and down motion,
driving my cock up to meet the motions of her mouth as it moved
down and engulfed my cock. It was jerking and pulsing with
each motion and a flow of pre-come was gushing out in a steady
trickle.
Suddenly, my vision became blurred and sparkly and spasms began
in my prostrate gland. "Barbie, I'm going to come. Pull back
if you don't want me to come in your mouth," I managed to say
in a strangled voice.
Barbie pulled her mouth off my cock and lifted her head,
watching my cock as it swelled in her hand. After the
swelling, it contracted and a huge glob of white, hot sperm
shot out several feet into the air and fell and splattered on
my chest. Barbie muttered a soft "Ohhh" sound, and with a
quick movement, recaptured my cock in her mouth. With almost
frantic motions, she gulped my cock down and sucked on it,
drawing out draught after draught of my sperm. My cock
continued to jerk and spurt, and my buttocks and stomach
muscles clenched as each jet of come spewed out my cock into
the wetness of Barbie's mouth.
All I could do was groan at the pleasure her mouth was giving
me. I had my buttocks lifted completely off the bed, my cock
thrust up into her mouth as she continued to suck on it. Her
whole hand was coated with sperm that had escaped from her
mouth and my pubic hair was drenched in the hot, sticky wetness
of the flow.
As my orgasmic pleasure lessened in intensity, I lowered my
hips back to the bed, relaxed and limp from the explosion of my
climax. Barbie released my cock from her mouth and then moved
up and licked up the blob of sperm that had spattered on my
chest. Finishing the job, she then licked off the sperm that
coated her fingers. Seemingly unable to keep her hands off me,
she took my still hard cock in her hand and fondled it.
"God, Joe, I had no idea men spurt so much juice when they
come. Was it good for you? Was that why you spurted out so
much?"
"No, Barb, it wasn't any good. I act this way--like I've died
and gone to heaven--all the time." I smiled and said, "Oh,
baby, it was terrific. Yes, it WAS good, and that WAS the
reason I spurted so much."
"Then I gave you as much pleasure as you gave me?"
"I don't how much you got, but if it was as much as me, then
you must have had a good time."
Barbie got on her hands and knees and then stretched out
alongside me. She kept her hand on my cock, still fondling it,
as though it would be lost if she let go. She turned toward me
and stroked her other hand across my cheek, a soft loving
caress, and said, "I had a good time. Oh, boy, DID I have a
good time."
Her lips were still wet with the overflow of my come and she
reached out her tongue and licked it off. It was such a wanton
gesture that my cock responded to it, growing completely rigid
once again and throbbing in Barbie's hand. Not loosening her
hold on my cock, she snuggled up close against me, her breasts
pushing against my chest. She put her hand behind my neck and
pulled my mouth against her's. Our mouths opened automatic-
ally, and we kissed deeply and languidly. She lifted a leg and
put it over my waist, giving her hand more room to gently
fondle and caress my now fully recovered cock.
It was period of quietude, a period of savoring the moments and
pleasures just past, and we were in almost a reverie. My
thoughts drifted and in my mind's eye I imagined that it was
Candy who lay so close to me, that it was Candy who had her
hand on my cock, fondling it with soft, loving touches. As
Barbie moved her tongue slowly in my mouth, I imagined that it
was Candy's tongue probing and insinuating itself so erotic-
ally. My cock jerked in Barbie's hand as it responded to the
arousing incestuous mental pictures, and I moaned softly in
response to the fantasies my mind was weaving. Barbie pulled
her mouth from mine and said, "That was a fast fifteen
minutes."
I smiled at her and said, "You can take credit for that.
You're enough to bring a mummy back to life."
Barbie dimpled up and said, "Thank you, kind sir. Right now,
though, I'm glad you're a daddy and not a mummy." She gave me
a quick kiss on the lips and squeezing my cock, she said, "Does
that mean you're ready to go on with my lessons?"
With Barbie's leg over my hip, her pussy was spread wide and
allowed me to put my whole hand in her furrow and caress it.
"Yeah, that's what it means. In just a little while, I hope to
make your bad memory of sex just that--a bad memory. From now
on I want you to have something good to remember and to build
on in your relations with men."
Barbie's only response was just a long, happy "Ummmnnnn."
I continued my hand strokes in her pussy, moving my fingers up
and down the complete length of her wide-gaping furrow. She
was still wet and slick, her juices still seeping out and
covering all the soft, tender flesh of her inner thighs. My
cock was leaking, too, and Barbie's hand had spread my slick
pre-cum so that the full length of my shaft was coated with the
slippery lubrication. Even though I had just finished one of
the most intense orgasms of my life, Barbie's hand sliding up
and down on my shaft and rubbing over its slickened glans was
bringing my passions back up to a fever pitch.
I got up on my hands and knees and turned in reverse to her, so
that my head was even with her pussy. I straddled over her
body, my knees on each side of her chest, and lowered my mouth
down into the wetness of her exposed vaginal opening. Taking
hold of her thighs, I spread them even farther apart and moved
my mouth down so that it had access to all her wet, hot flesh.
The musky odor of her orgasm inflamed my senses, and I went at
her pussy like a starving man--lapping, licking, and sucking
like there would be no tomorrow.
I knew that my cock was waving in front of Barbie's face like a
flag pole and I hoped she would know from that what I wanted
her to do. As if sensing my thoughts and desires, Barbie took
hold of my cock and guided it into her mouth. Once she had
engulfed in her oral cavity, she gave it the same sort of
attention I was giving her pussy by sucking on it and swirling
her tongue around the bulbous head. She may not have had much
knowledge about sex, but she was taking to sixty-nine like a
natural.
I took hold of her hips and rolled us over onto our sides. We
handled this in perfect concert, neither of us breaking our
oral contact with the other's sex. Lifting our legs over each
other, we proceeded to eat each other. Neither of us were
inhibited in giving of pleasure, and the room was soon filled
with the liquid, slurping sounds that are only produced by man
and woman engaged in passionate oral sex.
Barbie's thigh started squeezing down on me and I could tell
she was once again climbing up the heights to orgasm. Her
action on my cock was delightful and made me want to prolong
our foreplay, to draw it out until we each were panting and
desperate for the final act of penetration. I knew there was
nothing quite so good as driving my cock into a trembling,
spasming pussy, one that was practically screaming out in
desire for penetration. I slowed down my oral actions on her
pussy, just limiting them to slow licks and tickles with my
tongue. Just as she had done all through love-making, she
seemed to sense my thoughts and slowed down her oral fondling
of my cock. For long moments, we engaged in gentle, slow love,
each of us building slowly and inexorably toward the inevitable
conclusion that waited at the end of our slow journey.
Even slow love has it limits, though, and before long we were
each moaning from the pleasure our slow, soft touches were
bringing. Barbie's hips were gyrating in little circles, and
with short thrusts of her hips she was driving the gash of her
pussy up to my mouth and tongue. I probed my tongue into the
hot hole of her sheath and I could feel her gasp around my
cock. She sucked down hard on my cock, seeking to return the
feelings of rapture my oral explorations were bringing. When
she gripped my head hard between her thighs and moaned so loud
that my cock almost came out of her mouth, I knew that it was
time, time to take that final step in her education. I pulled
my mouth away from the swamp of her pussy and sat up erect on
my knees pulling my cock from her mouth with an audible sound.
Barbie muttered, "Oh, God, Joe I was almost there."
"Me, too," I said "That's why I stopped." I moved from
straddling Barbie and got down between her legs, my cock
standing straight out from my body, wet with her saliva and
throbbing with lust. "It's time for the real thing, Barb.
It's time for the final part of your lessons."
Barbie pulled her legs up, bending them at the knees, and
spread them even further apart. The wet furrow and opening
into her love pit lay fully exposed to me, available to be
plumbed to its depths. Barbie said, "Joe, I don't have any
kind of protection on. Don't you need to wear something?"
Stroking the inside of her thighs, I said, "You don't have
anything to worry about--I had a vasectomy ten years ago. I
don't need to wear a rubber; I'm perfectly safe."
Barbie smiled and said, "Oh, good. This way there won't be
anything between us...just Joe and Barbie, together."
Taking hold of the base of my cock, I leaned forward and moved
its red and throbbing head into the spread flesh of Barbie's
channel. Stroking up and down, I traversed the full length of
her slit with my cock. As it came to her clitoris, I held my
shaft in place and rubbed little circles around Barbie's little
love button. Pre-come covered the little nubbin and made it
even more slick than it was. She groaned and pushed her hips
against my shaft, seeking even more contact between my throb-
bing manhood and her hard and swollen center of female
pleasure.
Moving my cock downward, I sought out the opening that Barbie
had been yearning so much to be filled. It was time, finally,
for penetration, and my cock throbbed and jerked in anticipa-
tion of its burial into the tight little hole leading into the
hot, wet inner recesses of Barbie's body. Since Barbie wasn't
a virgin, I was confident I could achieve full penetration
without her feeling pain. Indeed, it wasn't pain either of us
was thinking of, it was pleasure--the pleasure that comes only
from the union of male and female flesh.
As the head of my cock nudged into Barbie's vaginal entrance
and entered about half an inch, she opened her eyes wide and
drew in her breath. Very slowly, I pressed my cock further
into her sheath until it was about half-way in. The tight
tunnel of her flesh pressed in on my cock on all sides and its
heat and wetness sent thrills through my body. It had been a
long time since my cock had enjoyed the pleasure of sexual
union, and I realized then just how much I had missed it.
Realizing that the position we were in would not allow me to
penetrate to the very depths of Barbie's pussy, I pulled my
cock out so I could shift us around to a position that was
better. As my cock came out of her, Barbie humped her pussy up
to me, seeking to maintain contact. As our flesh disconnected,
Barbie let out her breath and said, "Was that it, Joe?"
Not being able to resist teasing her, I said, "Yep. That was
it. How was it?"
"Well, uh, okay, I guess," she said, with a slight frown on her
face.
Seeing how pitiful she looked and hearing the disappointment in
her voice, I was sorry I teased her. Laughing, I said,
"Barbie, I'm just teasing you. No, sweetheart, that's not it,
not by a long shot. I haven't even gotten started yet, in
fact. All I'm doing is moving us a little so that it will be
better, so that you can experience full penetration."
Barbie smiled and said, "You're a dirty, old meanie. I thought
that you had fucked me and I didn't even know it."
I took hold of Barbie's hips and pulled her until her buttocks
were at the edge of bed and her feet hanging off. Spreading
her legs, I stood between them, looking down at the perfection
of her body. "Barbie, when we get through here, there's not
going to be any doubt in your mind--you're going to know you've
been fucked." With that, I reached down and pulled her legs up
to where her feet were up on my shoulders. From that vantage,
I could look down and see where the lips of her pussy were now
just a pink crease between her thighs. Reaching down, I put my
hands under her buttocks and lifted her ass up to where my cock
brushed against that crease, the head just nudging into it.
Shoving my hips forward, I pushed my cock further in between
her labial lips, seeking out the portal to her tunnel of love.
Releasing a hand from her ass cheek, I took hold of my shaft
and probed into Barbie's furrow, feeling around for her vagina.
I soon found it and drove my cock in far enough to be sure it
was lodged in place. Reaching up, I positioned her legs so
that her knees were on my shoulders and her calves extending
down my back. Then I leaned forward and put my hands on the
bed, right along her now heaving breasts. Lowering myself even
lower, I brought my mouth down to Barbie's lips and kissed her.
With my tongue rolled into a tube, I pushed it slowly into her
mouth. As my tongue penetrated her oral cavity, I slowly
thrust my hips forward and pushed my cock into the tight
confines of Barbie's vagina.
Although her pussy was slick with her secretions, it was
nonetheless tight, and I had to push hard to make penetration.
It was obvious that even though she might not be a virgin, it
had been a long time since anything had plumbed to the depths I
was now attaining. I could feel the walls of her sheath push
apart as my spear probed into the inner recesses of Barbie's
womanhood and then press onto and enclose my cock in their
warmth. Her buttocks clenched in my hands and her pussy
clamped down hard on my shaft. I pulled my mouth from hers and
whispered, "Try to relax, baby. I'm almost there, almost all
the way in."
Barbie released the tension in her buttocks and in one smooth
motion I drove my cock fully into her pussy, bottoming out with
the head just making contact with her cervix. Barbie
whispered, "Ohhhh, Joe." She pushed her pussy hard against my
pubic bone and said, "Oh, God, Joe, I can feel you all the way
up inside me. Deep...so deep." She gyrated her hips and
smiling said, "Oh, yeah, now I KNOW I'm being fucked. NOW
we're finally and really fucking."
I lowered myself to my elbows and put my mouth on hers and
kissed her again. She thrust he tongue up into my mouth and
shoved her pussy hard up against me at the same time. I worked
my hips in small circles, pressing on and rubbing myself across
her clitoris. She swirled her tongue inside my mouth and
murmured softs sounds of pleasure. Pulling her mouth from
mine, she whispered, "Oh, God, I love it! Oh, God, Daddy Joe,
I love it, I love it!"
Slowly, inch by slow inch, I pulled my cock from Barbie's body
until only the head remained within her. Reversing the motion,
I then pushed it slowly into her, thrusting until it once again
was completely embedded in her flesh. The flow of her
secretions had increased and they, combined with the flow of my
pre-come, made her tunnel slick. Now that she had relaxed from
the tension and anticipation of initial penetration, she had
loosened a little, and though she was still tight by any
standard, I was able to slide my cock out of her with ease.
I held for a moment, my cock poised at her love's entrance, and
then thrust hard, driving my cock into her body in one motion,
pushing hard until my cock was once again fully engulfed in the
flesh of her womanhood. She gasped and shoved back against me,
murmuring, "Oh, yes, I love that. Oh, God, I love fucking. I
just LOVE fucking!"
Barbie's calling me "Daddy Joe" had triggered my fantasies
about Candy again, and in my mind it was Candy underneath me,
Candy's pussy that was the receptacle of my throbbing cock.
My cock swelled even more in response to the mental picture and
I started pumping in and out of Barbie, thrusting and pulling
back with rapid motions. She met each of my thrusts with her
own, gasping and panting as the she worked her hips up and down
against the pistoning shaft invading her pussy. She was
moaning continuously, little mewling sounds of pleasure coming
from both her throat and her mouth. Wetting a finger, I put it
down into the top of her crease and massaged her clitoris,
rubbing it in time to my thrusts and withdrawals. In my mind's
eye, it was Candy's crease I was massaging and it was her
murmuring the sounds of sexual pleasure. I groaned in response
to the image, my sounds mingling with Barbie's.
The strokes of my cock combined with the strumming of my finger
on her clitoris was bringing Barbie to the very brink of
orgasm. Her pussy's clasping and clutching at my cock and the
heat and friction of my strokes deep into her flesh had me to
the same point also, almost ready to fall into that deep,
almost bottomless well of rapture that accompanies orgasm.
Barbie reached up her hands and grabbed my shoulders, squeezing
them in clutching fingers. "Oh, God, I'm going to come!" she
shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
I did just that. I drove my cock in and out of her as fast as
I could go. In my fantasy, it was Candy I was fucking, and I
was almost overcome with the feelings of concupiscence, of
sheer unbridled lust, that image produced.
Barbie clamped her knees up against my head and thrust herself
up hard against me, shudders running through her abdomen. She
cried out, "Oooooohhhhhh, Gooooddddd!" I drove my cock all the
way into Barbie's pussy and held there, shudders now wracking
my body. I pulled out and thrust in once more. As I did,
orgasm overtook me and my cock started jerking and spewing out
sperm into the hot depths of Barbie's pussy. She pulled my
lips down to her's and thrust her tongue in and out of my
mouth. Our groans mingled with the other's just as the hot,
liquid flows of our orgasms mingled inside her body.
We lay like that, overcome with the rapture of our simultaneous
orgasms, for what seemed like an eternity. As our spasms
slowly lessened, I lifted myself and took Barbie's legs from my
shoulders and lay them back down on the bed. I then lowered
myself back down on her and resumed our kiss. I could feel her
legs wrap around my hips as she wrapped her arms around me
back. My cock still completely immersed in Barbie's hot hole,
we lay like that, softly and slowly kissing, making gentle
thrusts against each other's bodies. My cock began to shrink,
gradually working its way out of Barbie's wet recess until it
fell completely out and nestled into her drenching furrow.
I pulled my face up and looked down at hers. She had her eyes
closed and lips slightly apart, still breathing heavily. She
opened her eyes and looked up into mine, a smile on her face.
"Now I know what good fucking is like," she said softly. "Now I
really know what a REALLY good orgasm is like. Thank you,
Joe."
I smiled and said, "You're thanking me? Here you've just given
me one on the best experiences of my life, and you're thanking
me? God, baby, it should be me thanking you."
She smiled softly, almost shyly, and asked, "I'm a good fuck?
Boys will really think I'm good in bed?"
"Barbie, you're not only beautiful, but you're sexy beyond
belief. Yes, you'll do fine with boys. All you have to do is
find one who wants to give as well as receive pleasure. There
are lots of guys like that, and I'm sure you'll find one. When
you do, I assure you he'll be one lucky guy."
Before I left and went home, Barbie made me assure her that I
would be available to continue her "lessons" if she developed
an urge to do so. Giving her light kiss on the lips, I told
her that it would be my pleasure to do so, that making love to
her was as much pleasure for me as it was for her. Her parting
words were that she would give me a call and make arrangements.
That night after I had showered and gone to bed, I once again
thought about Candy, about how she and Barbie had played
together and given each other orgasms. Once again, I imagined
that it had been her instead of Barbie who had been naked and
passionate, and that it had been Candy, not Barbie, under me as
we achieved such a satisfying orgasm. My cock hardened and
stayed hard, even as I drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
I was not surprised when my phone rang several days later to
find Barbie on the other end. I was hoping that she was going
to ask for a renewal of her "lessons." Instead, she was
excited and wanted to tell me about how she had met and made
love to a boy about her age. She described it as a "good
experience," not like her first experience with a boy. She
said she just wanted to call me and let me know her lessons had
paid off and to thank me once again for showing how good love
could be if done right. Even though I was disappointed, having
been looking forward to at least one more session with Barbie,
I expressed my delight at her new circumstances and wished her
continued good fortune in the arena of love. When she hung up,
I felt the full weight of my forty-five years.
* * * *
One evening, about a week later, Candy called and indicated
that she would be coming home on the following week-end. With
a wry little laugh, she said that she would have to stay with
me instead of Barbie, that Barbie had a new roommate--a boy
this time. At the end of our conversation, Candy added these
words: "And when I get home, Daddy, there's something I need to
talk with you about."
Recognizing that these were words similar to what Barbie had
used, visions of Candy and me making love filled my mind.
Responding to the stimulus, my cock grew instantly erect and I
was forced to relieve myself with a lonely session of solo love
before I was able to go to sleep. That night, I dreamed that
Candy and I made love. It was the greatest sex I had ever
experienced.
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?? BARBIE ??
?? Chapter 4 ??
?? A Fantasy by Day Dreamer ??
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The days I spent waiting for Candy to come home from school were
filled with feelings of ambivalence. On one hand, I recognized
that for me to read a sensual message into Candy's request to
talk with me could be a complete mistake--she might simply want
to talk about a school problem or something similar. She might
even be having a problem with a boyfriend and want some fatherly
advice about how to deal with it. On the other hand, though, I
still couldn't help but recall the very undaughterly kiss she had
given me just before she drove off to Austin. Not since she was
a little girl had she kissed me on the lips. And she had never
before given me a feel of her tongue as she had when she extended
it and brushed it across my lips. The memory of that kiss filled
me with very unfatherly feelings. Even though part of me
shuddered in revulsion at the thought of such perverted
incestuous ideas, I couldn't prevent myself from feeling over-
whelming desire. No matter how I fought against the idea, I
desired my daughter--desired her with a level of passion and
ardor I had seldom, if ever, felt before. Wrong or not, I
yearned to make love to Candy, to love her as man and woman make
love.
The memory of how Candy's roommate Barbie and I had made love was
still fresh enough to kindle hot sparks of lust. I was able to
picture clearly in my mind Barbie and I making oral love and then
coupling our bodies in the classic postures of intercourse. But
somehow the pictures changed, with the image of Barbie being
replaced by one of Candy. Before long, fantasies replaced
memory, and in them it was Candy who was naked, it was she that I
brought to orgasm with my mouth, and, finally, it was she who
screamed in rapture as my cock penetrated her depths and brought
her to the very heights of ecstasy. Those fantasies kept me with
an almost perpetual erection as I waited out the two days before
Candy's return.
* * * *
I left work early on Friday. I knew that Candy would probably
get home around 5:00 pm, and I wanted to be there when she
arrived. I planned to take her to dinner that evening and wanted
to shower and be dressed before she got there. Rushing into the
house, I quickly undressed and showered. As I got out of the
shower, I walked naked into the bedroom, where I had my clothes
laid out. I was no more than half-way across the room when I
looked up and saw Candy standing in the doorway. She laughed,
embarrassed, and said, "Oops! Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I had no
idea I'd find you naked."
I'm sure I blushed, because my face became warm. "My fault,
sweetheart. I should have known it was about time for you to be
getting here." I expected her to be as embarrassed as I was and
to immediately move away from the door. Instead, she continued
to stare at me for several seconds, taking in my complete
nakedness, before slowly, almost reluctantly, moving her eyes
away and walking toward her room. I was relieved that she had
left, because her looking at my nakedness like that brought all
my fantasies back with a rush and my cock swelled and erected,
standing rigidly out from groin.
After I finished dressing, I went to Candy's bedroom. I was
going to volunteer to help her unpack her car, but found she had
already done so. "Hi, Daddy," she said with a smile. "You look
a little more presentable now." I couldn't help but feel a
little embarrassment when she added, "I'm sorry I caught you en
flagrante. Anyway, you might be interested to know that I think
you've got a good body for a forty-five-year-old man."
"Hah!" I thought, "if you had stayed for a little while longer,
you would have really found out about my body." Instead of
voicing those words, though, I asked her if she wanted to go out
to dinner. She said she like that very much, and asked where we
were going. When I told her we could go any place she wanted,
she said she would like for me to take her back to the same place
she, Barbie, and I had gone just before she left to return to
school. She indicated that she wanted to take a shower and
change clothes first. Grinning, she said, "Maybe I ought to
leave my door open and give you a chance get even." I'm not sure
what I mumbled in response, but I beat a quick retreat to the den
to wait for her to finish her toilet.
About thirty minutes later, Candy came into the den and announced
that she was ready to go. She had on a pair of dressy designer
jeans that clung to her hips as though they had been painted on
and a silken full blouse that only served to emphasize the swell
of her breasts. The dark tresses of her hair were pinned back in
something like a pony-tail, leaving the features of her face
clearly evident. In short, she was beautiful...and sensual.
That sensuality was something new to me--the only time she had
previously displayed it to me was in the good-bye kiss. My
desire, tamed for a short time, flared up again.
After we got to the restaurant, we had a drink and brought each
other up to date on our lives. She told me how she was doing in
school and I related how things had been at home. Well, ALMOST
as things had been at home--I didn't include the part about how
Barbie had asked me to teach her about love and how I proceeded
to do just that. She did bring up the subject of Barbie, though,
by telling me how surprised she had been to find out Barbie had a
boy as a roommate. She told me that because Barbie had been so
shy about boys, there must have been something happen in her life
to make her change. When she said "something happen in her
life," she smiled a little smile, almost secretive, and gave me
one of the strangest looks I have ever received. From that, I
suspected that Candy might know something about the relationship
between Barbie and me, but was too polite to bring her knowledge
out in the open. Finally, I asked her why she had decided to
come home a couple of weeks earlier than planned. She gave me a
look similar to the one before and said, "Well, as I told you, I
have something I need to talk with you about."
I was still completely undecided about Candy and her newly
displayed sensuality, so I pressed her further by asking her why
we couldn't have talked about it on the phone. With that same
secret expression on her face, she said, "It's something that can
only be discussed in person, face to face."
"Well, we're in person, face to face, right now. Let me order us
another drink, and we can talk about it now."
Candy put her hand over mine and patted it. "Oh, Daddy, you're
so sweet, but we CAN'T talk about it now. After we get back home
we will. Right now, I want you to dance with me. I haven't
danced a step since we were here last, and you know how much I
like to dance." Not even waiting for an answer, she stood up,
my hand still in her's, and led me to the dance floor.
I had been brought up dancing the old-fashioned way where the boy
holds one of the girl's hands and puts the other one on her
waist. Candy, though, wanted to dance the modern way and put
both her arms around my neck and snuggled up to me, the front of
her body squarely against mine. For a moment I let my hands
dangle to my side, not sure what to do with them. I looked
around and saw how other couples were dancing and then followed
suit by putting both my hands on her back. Laughing softly,
Candy put her mouth by my ear and whispered, "Looks like you're
finally learning how to dance the right way."
Pressed against each other like that, Candy's little belly rubbed
against my belly and the front of her thighs pressed their full
length against mine. As we danced, all I was aware of was the
electric touch of our bodies as leg moved against leg, and belly
squirmed against belly. When her crotch moved hard against my
groin, I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. The
fantasies I had been working so hard to repress came to the
surface of my mind and my body responded. Even though I willed
it not to happen, my cock swelled and made a protrusion in the
front of my slacks. Candy must have felt it because she pressed
herself even tighter against me.
"Oh, God," I thought, "this is wrong. This is my own daughter
arousing my lust. Fantasies are one thing, but this is real, and
it's wrong." I pulled my hips back, moving my hard cock from
contact with Candy's groin. Taking up the slack, she once again
pressed herself against me and whispered into my ear, "Daddy,
dance with me the way you did with Barbie."
"But you're my daughter. It's not right for father and daughter
to do like we're doing."
"Don't you think I know that? It's what I want, though, so let's
do it anyway."
Candy and I danced the rest of the dance pressed close together.
My cock had formed a hard, round knot in my groin and Candy
pressed her jean-covered vee against it, occasionally grinding
herself hard against me. When the song ended, she held me on the
dance floor. "One more dance, please. Dance another dance with
me and then we can go order, okay?" If she had known my mental
condition, she would have realized that pleas were not
necessary. I would have gladly stayed on the dance floor all
night just so I could hold her in my arms and press our bodies
together. My fantasies had completely driven out the reality of
the situation, and I was now completely given over to experienc-
ing the full effects of Candy's newly demonstrated sensuality.
After we had danced another dance, Candy kissed me on the cheek
and said, "Thank you, Daddy." As she leaned into me to deliver
the kiss, her groin pressed hard against mine. Knowing we were
about to break contact, and reluctant to do so, I pushed my hard
cock into the vee of her groin and ground it into her jean-
covered sex. We stood still in the middle of the dance floor for
a long moment, our sexual areas pressed against each other,
each loath to separate ourselves from the pleasurable embrace.
Realizing, though, that the music had stopped and embarrassed
about putting on such a display of lust for all the on-lookers,
we broke apart and went to our table.
Dinner went very quickly, conversation stifled by the thoughts
and recriminations spinning through my head. Candy had a distant
look in her eyes, and I felt that she too must be considering the
actions we had just completed and what they might lead to. I
didn't know about her, but my thoughts were confused. One part
of me wanted Candy with a desperation that was almost beyond
measure. I had fantasized about our making love, and it was hard
to drive the fantasy out and make room for the real, the
practical part. The real, the practical, was that Candy was my
daughter, that I should be concerned about protecting her, not
aching to make love to her. My thoughts were still confused when
I paid the bill and we left to go home.
When we reached home and went into the house, Candy said, "Daddy,
I really do need to talk with you. Why don't we put on our night
clothes first, though. After we've changed, we can have an after
dinner drink and talk. Okay?" All I could do was nod my
approval.
I changed to pajamas and a robe and went into the kitchen and
mixed us some drinks. As I was carrying them into the den, Candy
came in. She appeared to be dressed as I was, with a robe
covering her. I didn't see any pajamas covering her legs, so she
either had on shorty pajamas, or, and my blood raced at the idea,
nothing at all. My hand trembled a little as I handed her her
drink. Her hand also had a tremble as she took it.
Candy and I sat there in silence for a few minutes, sipping our
drinks. She looked at me and our eyes met and locked. I knew
that whatever the outcome, it was time to start our conversation.
I took the initiative by asking, "What's this problem you need to
talk about, sweetheart?"
Candy smiled shyly and said, "I've rehearsed this a thousand
times, but still don't know for sure how to say it." She
paused, looking down at her lap, and then looked up, saying,
"Well, I guess you could say that in a way I'm jealous."
"Jealous? Has someone stolen a boyfriend away from you?"
Candy smiled, a rueful, crooked grin, and said, "Well, not that
exactly, but it is something like that."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, do you remember when you and Barbie danced just before I
left for Austin last time? Sort of like the way we danced
tonight, only more so?"
"Yes, baby, I remember."
"Daddy, I was jealous of Barbie. I was jealous of how she held
you so tight, of how aroused she was. Seeing the two of you act
like that bothered me. It bothered me sexually."
"Gee, baby, I'm sorry. After all, it was you who got us to dance
together."
"Oh, no, Daddy, I'm not scolding you. What happened was
perfectly natural. After all, Momma has been dead for over two
years, and you're bound to have needs and drives that need to be
satisfied. No, that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me
was...uh, well...I wished it had been me rather than Barbie."
There wasn't anything I could say that could properly respond to
her statement. I wanted to say, "Oh, God, Barbie, I wish it had
been you, too," but this was my daughter I was talking to. I
didn't know where she would take the conversation from there, and
I sure didn't want to embarrass her or offend her. Instead, all
I said was "umm-hmm," urging her to continue.
"What's made it worse," she continued, "is that I've talked with
Barbie. Daddy, she told me what she did to you."
I grimaced and waved my hands in a gesture of resignation. I
knew Candy and Barbie were close friends, but I hadn't expected
Barbie to tell Candy about our brief affair.
"Oh, Daddy, she didn't just come out and tell me--I had to worm
it out of her. Besides, I approve. It was real sweet of you,
and it really helped her." Candy laughed and continued, "Boy, DID
it help her. I could hardly believe she would have a live-in
boyfriend." Candy reached out a hand and patted mine, saying,
"No, Daddy, I'm not bothered by that." She gripped my hand hard
now and very quietly and softly said, "What I'm bothered about is
that what you did for her I need as bad, if not worse, than she
did."
I pulled my hand back and sat up. "Candy, are you suggesting...?"
Candy dropped her hands to her lap and clasped them together.
Looking me directly in the eyes, a serious expression on her
face, she said, "Yes, that's EXACTLY what I'm suggesting. Daddy,
I'm nineteen years old, and I'm still a virgin. I've wanted to
have sex, wanted it desperately, but I've been afraid of all the
boys I've dated. They were rough and pawed at me. Daddy, I've
laid awake at night and listened to you and Momma. That's told
me that sex doesn't have to be rough. I heard Momma moan from
the pleasure you gave her. That's how I want sex to be, that's
how I want my special first time to be. Daddy, that's why I want
my first time to be with you."
"Sweetheart, you're my daughter. We can't...."
"Oh, Daddy, we CAN. Our being daughter and father is what makes
it so possible. Daddy, I love you and I know you love me. That
love is what makes it so special, so possible."
Still feeling doubts about the reality versus the fantasy of
committing incest, I said, "But Candy...."
"You think I'm not as pretty or desirable as Barbie, don't you?
Well, you're wrong!" Candy said, defiantly. She stood up, and
after untieing the sash around her waist, pulled her robe from
off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I had to repress
a gasp at what I saw. Candy stood there before me dressed in
baby-doll pajamas made of the sheerest material possible. Her
breasts filled out the pajama tops, her nipples and their
surrounding dusky circles clearly visible through the thin
material. Down below, in the sheer panty bottoms, a dark swath
showed at her groin. She had an abundant growth of pubic hair
and it could be seen through the tissue-thin fabric that left
little to the imagination. My heart beat at a rapid pace--seeing
her like that, in those sheerest-of-sheer pajamas, was as
arousing as seeing her nude.
Candy reached down to the bottom of her pajama tops and with a
swift motion pulled them up and over her head, revealing the
glory of her breasts that had only been hinted at before. With
the top removed, I could see them in all their splendor--firm,
round, and not sagging even a millimeter. Each one was centered
with a darker circle, and from them, the hard nubbins of her
nipples stood proudly erect. She put her hands up and cupped the
white mounds, pushing them upward. "My boobs are bigger and
fuller than Barbie's. I know, because as she told you, we've
seen each other naked." She leaned forward, pushing her breasts
even closer to me. "Admit it, Daddy, they're nicer than
Barbie's, aren't they?"
There wasn't any way I could have answered her. Viewing her
magnificent breasts, seeing her act in such an erotic way had
made me virtually inarticulate. I could only nod my head and
manage finally to whisper a strangled "Yes."
Candy put her hands on the waist band of her pajama bottoms
and slowly pushed them downward. She wiggled her hips, working
the little wisp of fabric down until the slightly rounded bulge
of stomach was revealed. Giving her hips another twist, she
pushed the panties down until they were around her hips. My cock
had already come erect, making a hard bulge in the front of my
pajamas at the sight of Candy's breasts, but now, as the dark
tresses of her bushy groin came into view, it jerked and pushed
out the front of my robe. No matter what words I might use on
Candy, my desire could not be denied.
Reaching further down, Candy pushed her panties until they were
around her knees. At this point, they released and fell to her
feet. She stepped one foot out of them and then lifted the other
up and removed the briefs from her foot. With her leg lifted
like that, the furrow of her vagina spread, revealing wet, pink
flesh. I had felt lust before, but the sight of Candy's pussy
gaping wide, made me tremble with an overpowering rush of desire.
I wanted nothing else at that point except to grab her and sink
my throbbing cock into that furrow, to find her hidden depths and
push my shaft in until I had buried its full length into the deep
recesses of her young, hot flesh.
With her panties removed, Candy now stood before me completely
nude with nothing to hide the full extent of her beauty from me.
Where she had been a little shy and hesitant before, her posture
and the look she gave me now spoke of boldness. She was enjoying
the strip tease performance, she was exulting in showing me her
totally nude body. Without saying a word, she turned around so
that her back was to me, the fullness of her firm, hard buttocks
revealed to me. I had always thought Marilyn Chambers had the
best ass ever put on a woman, but the one Candy now displayed to
me was every bit as good if not better.
Looking back at me over her shoulder, Candy put her hands on her
buttocks, one hand on each of the firm globes. She kneaded them
and then spread them apart, showing me the little indention of
her anus. Between those cheeks I could see the crease of her
vagina and the soft, furry pubic hair that extended down to
between her legs. "Daddy, my bottom is twice as nice as
Barbie's. My ass is hard and firm. Barbie's is soft." She
delved her fingers into the cleavage between the cheeks and
stroked them up and down. "My ass is better, isn't it? Come on,
Daddy, tell me you like mine better."
"Candy, your ass is absolutely perfect," I managed to whisper,
unable to tear my eyes away from the firmness of her buttocks and
especially the area down below them. My cock was drooling now,
pre-come wetting its head and soaking my pajamas.
Candy turned back around to where she once again faced me. With
her revealed to me like that I realized that she was far more
beautiful and desirable than Barbie had been. Candy was
about three inches shorter than Barbie, and where Barbie had a
model's body, Candy's was fuller, more lush. Her hips flared out
wider and her thighs were fuller and more firm. Her breasts were
full but not overly large--good handfuls, ready to be caressed
and loved. She was like a ripe fruit, ready to be savored, ready
to be devoured. I could hardly believe that a girl so beautiful,
so ready, could still be a virgin. It was even harder to believe
that she was asking me, her father, to be the one to take that
virginity, to be the first one to pluck that ripened fruit.
Candy put her hand on her stomach and slowly traced it down
through her pubic hair to the top of her womanly furrow. With
one finger extended, she probed down between her labial lips.
Pulling her finger back out, she held it up, wet and shiny with
her moisture. "Look how wet I am. This shows how much I need
you. Oh, God, Daddy, please don't make me beg."
By this time, all thoughts of any reservations I might have had,
recriminations about the enormity of incest, were gone from my
mind. They were replaced by reality of what was happening. The
fantasies I had entertained about Candy and me making love were
no longer just day dreams. There was no way I could refuse Candy
her request. Further, there was no way I could deny any more my
long suppressed desire to have Candy, to know her in the most
intimate way possible.
Candy took a step forward to where she was right in front of me,
only a step away. She looked down at me sitting here and in a
soft voice said, "Daddy, I know you're attracted to me, that you
want me as much I want you. I felt you when we danced. You were
hard, and your hardness pressed against me. God, it felt so good
that I wanted us to make love right there on the spot." She
looked down at my lap, at the tent my cock was making of the
front of my pajamas and robe. "You're that way right now. You
can't deny it--I can see how your penis is causing the front of
your robe to stand up."
Suddenly, Candy knelt down between my knees. She took my robe
and spread its front apart, revealing my pajamas. Underneath
their thin cotton fabric, my cock was rigid and throbbing,
pressing the cloth up like a tent pole under an Indian teepee.
At the top of the bulge, directly over the head of my penis, a
circle of moisture had formed, soaking the cloth with my pre-
come. Reaching out, Candy put her hand on the bulge and grasped
my cock. Even through the fabric, the touch was electric, and I
gasped at the pleasure her hand gave me. Working the pajama fly
open, Candy put her hand inside and pulled my cock out. It was
hard as a steel rod and wet with the flow of my lust. Putting
her hand back around it, she said, "Feel how hard you are--you're
as aroused as I am. This what I want. Use this on me, make love
to me, teach me how to love you. Oh, God, Daddy, make a real
woman of me. I don't care what you have to do--pretend I'm
Barbie if you have to--but take me to bed and love me. Daddy,
take me to bed and...and...fuck me." She squeezed my cock hard
and muttered, "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Really fuck me."
I put my hand under Candy's chin and pulled her head up so that
she faced me. Talking quietly, I said, "Candy, sweetheart, it's
impossible for me to pretend you're Barbie." Even though a look
of disappointment came on her face, I continued, "You see, every
time I made love to Barbie, in my mind I was making love to you.
Every time I touched her, it was you I was touching. Every time
she had an orgasm, I pretended it was you who was coming."
While I was talking the expression on her face changed from dis-
appointment to wonder. She whispered, "You mean...?"
"I mean that ever since you developed into a woman, I've longed
to make love to you. I hid my desire because I knew that would
be incest." Looking down at where she still had my cock in my
hand, I said, "As you can see, I can't hide it any more." My
cock throbbed in her hand, and I continued, "Yes, you're right,
baby, I DO want you as bad as you want me. Probably even more.
So if you really do want me to make love to you, there's nothing
in the world I want more than that."
In almost a groan, Candy said, "YES! Oooh, Daddy, yes, yes!"
Standing up, Candy fell against me, her breasts against my chest,
her vagina right on top of my cock. Still whispering, "yes, yes,
yes," Candy brought her mouth against mine, her lips hungrily
seeking out mine. As our mouths came together, Candy speared her
tongue between my lips and drove it into my mouth, working it
feverishly around and around. She squirmed her buttocks and hips
around so that my cock moved between her labial lips and into her
wet furrow. Clamping her wetness around it, she gyrated her
hips and moaned in pleasure at the touch of flesh upon flesh.
Finally breaking the kiss, Candy whispered, "Take me to bed now,
Daddy. Take me to bed and make me a woman. Love me like a man
and woman are supposed to love."
Standing up, I lifted Candy into my arms and carried her down the
hall to the bedroom. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me as
we journeyed on her last step toward womanhood.
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?? A Fantasy by Day Dreamer ??
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Lowering her gently, I put Candy on the bed, facing up to me.
Her lush young body, now completely revealed, was so beautiful
that I had to pause and savor it. The crease of her maidenhood
showed through the abundant growth of pubic hair, and with her
legs spread slightly apart as they were, it gaped apart,
allowing a small glimpse of its inner portions. Her breasts,
somewhat flattened from her position, were nonetheless firm,
quivering only slightly as she breathed. At the top of each of
them, her nipples stood up stiffly from the middle of the
crinkled areas of their surrounding areolas. I had fantasized
about Candy, about how she would look nude, aroused, eager to
love me, and now it was no longer fantasy. I thought of what
lay ahead for us and reveled at the prospect. "Sweetheart,
you're beautiful," I said, at last breaking the silence. "I've
dreamed of seeing you like this, of our making love, and now
it's happening in real life. The real you is so much better
than any of my dreams or fantasies."
Candy smiled, enjoying the compliment, and said, "I thought
you'd like me if you got a chance to see me." Smiling wider,
she added, "See ALL of me, that is."
"Baby, I more than like you, I LOVE you--ALL of you, every
part."
Candy put one hand between her legs and cupped a breast with
the other one. Still smiling that wide, coquettish smile, she
said, "But you like some parts better than others, don't you?"
Smiling back at her, I said, "Yes, baby, some parts are better.
Especially those parts I haven't seen before."
Candy took her hands away from her body and gestured up at me.
"You get naked, too. Take off your clothes so that I can all
parts of you, too."
I grinned at her and said, "But you've already seen me naked.
Remember?"
Grinning back at me, she said, "Yeah, I sure haven't forgotten.
I wanted to stay and look, but I was afraid you'd get
embarrassed." She looked down to where my cock was forcing the
front of my robe out and said, "But you're different now from
how you were then. Now you're aroused, and I want to see you
like that." The expression on her face turned serious and
speaking more softly, she said, "Besides, things are different
now. Now we're going to be lovers, aren't we?"
Taking off my robe, I said, "Yes, sweetheart, we're going to
be lovers. I'm going to give you the best loving I know how."
I unbuttoned my pajama top and dropped it to the floor. Un-
tieing the draw string to my bottoms, I lowered them, pushing
them down so that they allowed my cock to spring out free from
confinement. I dropped them to my feet and stepped out of
them, completely nude, my cock standing out almost straight
from my body. Now I was as naked as Candy.
Candy's eyes widened slightly and she took a deep breath as she
stared at my rampant manhood. "God, Daddy, you're beautiful,
too. I like ALL of you, too," she whispered. She reached out
a hand to me and said, "Get on the bed with me. Get here close
to me--I want to feel your body close to mine."
I stretched out on the bed alongside Candy and turned on my
side facing her. She turned toward me and immediately, without
a word being spoken, we were in each other's arms. She
clutched at me and pressed herself close, pushing her breasts
into my chest. She whispered, "Oh, God, Daddy! Yes. Close,
just like this. Hold me, Daddy. Hold me close to you." I
wrapped my arms around her and dropped my hands down to her
firm buttocks. When she had turned to show me her ass, I ached
to hold and stroke them. Now they were in my hands and I could
love them all I wanted. "Oh, yes, touch me, Daddy. That feels
so nice." She put her lips almost against mine and whispered,
"Kiss me, too. Touch me and kiss me."
Candy pressed her lips against mine and our mouths blended and
melted together. There was nothing of father and daughter in
the kiss: it was a lover's kiss--wet, exciting, and expressive
of the urgency of our arousal. Our mouths opened and our
tongues explored, swirling and stroking. The pace of her
breathing increased and mine did too. I stroked her buttocks
and kneaded them gently, loving the feel of the firm globes in
my hands. Using just a light touch, I moved my hands down to
their lower portion, down to where the cleft between her cheeks
disappeared, and felt the tender, sensitive flesh hidden in
that secret area of her femininity. She was wet there, slick
with the flow of a woman aroused. I moved my fingers across
the slippery flesh at the top of her thighs and she moaned, the
sound muffled by our kiss.
Candy broke the kiss and in a whisper, almost a moan, said,
"Ooooh, I love this. This is my deepest, most secret fantasy
coming true."
"Fantasy?"
"Daddy, you told me that you had longed to make love to me for
a long time. Well, I've felt the same way about you. At
night, when I listened to you and Momma love each other, I
fantasized it was me, not Momma, you were making love to.
One night I sneaked to your door and peeked in. She was on top
of you, and you were holding each other, and you were both
moaning. I could see Momma's bottom moving up and down, and I
knew she had you inside her." She stroked her fingers across
my cheek and continued, "That was the night I touched myself
for the first time. I was so excited, I trembled all over.
After I got back in bed, I thought about your being inside
Momma, up between her legs, and I felt down between my legs,
down to that spot where a man goes in. It felt so good to
touch there and I soon had both my hands down, touching and
rubbing. I could hardly believe how wet I got. It kept
feeling better and better and I just kept climbing higher and
higher. Then it happened. I had an orgasm. I had my very
first orgasm the night I saw you and Momma making love. Every
time after that when you and Momma made love, I listened and
touched myself. I pretended it was you touching me, that you
were inside me like you were inside Momma. I could hear when
you and Momma had an orgasm, and I would try to come at the
same time. That way, I could dream that it was you making me
come and that I was the one who made you come."
Her revelation aroused me to a pitch I had never before
achieved. I pulled her closer against me, pressing the little
nubbins of her nipples into my chest. My cock throbbed, down
where it pushed against her thigh, and more of my pre-come
gushed out, making her leg even more slippery from my hot flow.
I groaned and whispered, "Oh, God, baby, I had no idea."
"That's why I got upset about Barbie--she got to live out my
fantasy, my fantasy of making love with you."
I held her closer to me and whispered, "Baby, baby, I'm so
sorry. If I'd only known...."
"Shhh, Daddy," Candy said, putting her lips to mine to stop my
protests. Pulling her lips slightly away so that they barely
touched mine, she said, "Here I am making you feel bad, and it
wasn't your fault at all. I just wanted you to know that my
feelings toward you are just like the ones you have for me."
Her lips curved into a smile and she continued, "You DO have to
make up for it, though. You have to do everything to me that
you did to Barbie. Then you have to do more. I want you to do
MORE to me than you did to Barbie. Daddy, I want us to do
EVERYTHING. We've got a whole week-end, and you have to show
and do everything to me."
I could hardly believe that this was my little girl Candy
telling me this. Pure, unadulterated lust flowed through me,
and I felt hot all over. I growled deep in my throat and
pushed her onto her back. Shifting up, I leaned down across
her and put my chest down and crushed it against the firmness
of her breasts. "Yes, baby, yes," I muttered. "We'll do
everything. When we get through, there won't be anything we
haven't done. I'm going to love you like I've never loved
anyone before." Putting my mouth against hers, I drove my
tongue into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. I used it
wildly, its thrusts mirroring the heights of passion Candy's
words had driven me to. She wrapped an arm around my back and
pulled me even closer, growling in her throat as I had done. I
shivered in anticipation of the week-end ahead of us--two whole
days of nothing but loving.
As we kissed, I put a hand on her breasts. I stroked lightly
across their undercurves and then moved up to their areolas.
Alternating between them, I drew little circles around the
nipples, lightly tracing my fingertips on the crinkly dark
ovals crowning their fullness. She arched her back up toward
my hand and murmured a soft "ummnnn" into my mouth. I touched
the nipples, just brushing my fingers across them. She
muttered an "Ahh" and arched her back even higher. Taking her
breasts one at a time, I squeezed them and kneaded them gently,
brushing my palm across the nipples as I did so. Her back was
now several inches off the bed as she arched it up and offered
her breasts for my caresses.
As much as I enjoyed touching her breasts, I was even more
drawn to the area below. I remembered how wet and pink her
furrow had been when she removed her pajama bottoms, and I
longed to touch her there, to put my fingers into that cleft of
womanhood she had revealed to me. Taking my hand away from her
breasts, I slowly moved it down her front. When I came to the
little indentation of her navel, I drew a little circle around
it with my fingertips, just brushing lightly and teasingly.
Leaving her little belly-button, I moved lower. With just the
tips of my fingers, I drew a line down the little roundedness
of her belly, down to where her temple of Venus was hidden
away. She gasped at the touch and shivered, the muscles of her
stomach tensing up in anticipation of my hand reaching its
goal. As my fingers moved into the forest of her black pubic
hair, Candy bent her legs at the knees and drew her feet up.
When I at last found her hidden furrow, she moved her knees
apart and opened herself up to fully receive my invading hand.
After my hand found its goal, I moved two fingers into the
channel. Her labial lips were swollen, filled by her arousal.
Using two fingers, I stroked the inside of one from near the
bottom up to the top, to where it joined the other. As I
stroked slowly upward, my fingers came to her clitoris. It was
huge--larger than any I had ever encountered before, like a
hard acorn centered in her furrow, forcing the lips to gap open
around it. Candy jerked her hips and gasped as my fingers
barely brushed against its sensitivity. Using the same two
fingers, I traced down the other puffed-out lip and followed it
back down to where it widened out. The whole area between her
legs was slick and creamy, coated with the evidence of her
newly revealed passion. I was amazed at how aroused she was.
Realizing that I had lived with this little nymph for nineteen
years and had never seen evidence of her feelings for me nor
recognized the depths of her sensuality filled me with a sense
of wonder.
Dipping my fingers into the wide area of her vulva, I found the
entrance to her tunnel. I traced my finger around the opening,
toying with its edges, and then slipped a finger tip into the
recess. Her hips moved up against my probing finger and her
tongue went wild in my mouth. I continued my probing until
almost half my finger was inserted into her. Her hips undu-
lated against my hand as her pussy sought to imitate the fuck
it was longing to receive. Responding to my touches, she was
soon panting into my mouth, barely able to sustain our kiss.
I twisted my finger in slow gyrations, stretching and
teasing the tight entrance to her vagina. Reacting to the
motions, she squirmed her hips in counter circles, and my hand
was soon slick with her juices, almost as if it had been bathed
in her girl flow. Finally having my hand where it had been in
so many of my fantasies made my blood race. My cock throbbed
against her side, pulsing as if it had a life of its own, eager
to replace my finger and delve into Candy's tight, hot inner
body.
I slowly extracted my finger from within Candy and let it trace
a path right up the center of her wet furrow. Just touching
lightly, I slowly moved it up to where it came against her
swollen, bulging clitoris. Moving my finger tip on top of the
hard little knob, I caressed it with just the gentlest of
strokes. Its hood was pulled back, allowing full access to its
firm, sensitive flesh. Candy murmured, "Oh, God," saying the
words right into my mouth. Her hips began to jerk and twist,
and she shoved them against my hand, pressing herself hard
against me. Suddenly, her stomach started shuddering in little
spasms and her knees jerked together, clamping my hand between
them.
Still able to move my finger, I continued the soft strokes of
Candy's swollen, exposed clitoris. She flung an arm across my
shoulder and dug her fingers into my back, moaning into my
mouth. Unable to bear the escalation of pleasure any longer,
she dropped both arms by her sides, and using them and her feet
for leverage, thrust her hips up, arching her back a full foot
off the bed. The small shudders that had shaken her belly
before increased in their intensity and her hips were soon
jerking and twisting. Pulling her mouth from mine, she moved
her head to the side and moaned, "Ohhh, God, Daddy." I could
feel the hand next to me clutch the sheet as she balled it up
into a fist. Suddenly she went rigid, the muscles of her
stomach and thighs straining and hard. She moved her head from
side to side and muttered, "Ahh, Ahh." Then she arched her head
back, straining it against the pillow, and screamed,
"Dadddieee! Ooohhhh, God, Daddiiee!"
The whole insides of her legs convulsed against my hand and
spasms undulated up and down her furrow, moving against my
finger in wave after wave. They continued like this for at
least thirty seconds before gradually decreasing. She was
moaning continuously, a soft crooning sound of rapture.
Slowly, the spasms became less intense and she gradually
relaxed, the muscles in her thighs and stomach softening.
Her legs moved apart, releasing my hand from their grasp. Her
hips slowly descended until her back once again was on the bed.
Still breathing hard, she whispered, "I came Daddy. Oh, God, I
just came and came and came. I've longed for this so much that
I knew all it would take was one touch between my legs and I'd
be gone. Ohhh, Daddy, that was sooo good. That's the best
it's ever been for me."
"Later on, it will get even better," I said.
"I'll die if it does. I don't think I can bear anything
better."
"You will, baby, you will. And it will only get better, sweet-
heart. Better and better."
Candy's hand was right next to where my cock touched her side.
She moved it to where her fingers came into contact with my
shaft and lightly stroked them up and down its length,
spreading the wetness of my pre-come over its surface.
Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she whispered, "How about
now? Can we start right now? I want you to feel what I just
felt. I tell from how hard you are that you're ready." She
gave my shaft a hard squeeze and continued, "Daddy, let's fuck
now. I want to feel this up inside me, deep inside me. I
want to feel you when you come. I want you to come long and
hard just like I did."
"Yes, baby, if you're ready for it, we'll do it right now. But
remember, with this being your first time, it might hurt a
little. I'll try to be as gentle as possible, but sometimes
nothing can prevent a girl from experiencing some pain the
first time. It usually doesn't last long, though--the pleasure
soon drives the pain away."
"I know I told you I was a virgin, and that's so--I've never
fucked before. But one time when I was listening to you and
Momma I got pretty carried away and pushed my fingers in real
deep. I felt something tear, and it hurt a little. I even
found a little blood on me the next morning. Since I did that
back then, it may not hurt this time."
My mind formed a mental picture of her playing with herself in
bed, getting so aroused that she deflowered herself, and my
cock jerked in response to the image. I was finding out more
and more about my daughter that I hadn't even suspected. More
and more I was finding how sexual she was, how passion had ran
just below her surface, unrevealed until now. She wasn't any
longer my little girl--she was a passionate, fully matured
female, ready and eager for me to bring her sexuality to
complete fruition. Even though I was in one way disappointed
that it wouldn't be me who ridded her of her maidenhead, I was
relieved that I wouldn't have to bring her pain, even the mild
pain of defloweration.
"It sounds like you took care of your maidenhead then. You're
right, it probably won't hurt now. Still, though, let's not
take any chances. We'll do it the way that a virgin should do
it the first time, with you on top."
Candy smiled a soft smile and said, "Like I saw you and Momma
doing it? Just like I dreamed about? Yes, let's do it like
that. It will be like it was when I went back to bed and
pretended, only it will be real this time. This time I really
will have you inside me." She squirmed her hips around, and
with excitement showing in her voice, said, "Oh, God, let's do
it right now. Just thinking about it sends shivers through
me." She took my hand and moved it down to her vee, pressing
it into her wet flesh. "Feel how wet I am. Just feel how
ready I am."
I could hardly believe the sheer wantonness of that action.
She had just finished a shuddering orgasm and now she was
asking for more--asking me, no, almost begging me, to fuck her.
Her passion was far greater than I could have fantasized about
even in my wildest of fantasy and I trembled in lust, trembled
with an overpowering desire to give her what she wanted: to
have my cock buried to its base in her young body.
I turned over on my back, my cock thrusting up erect and
quivering from my groin. I looked down at it and its head was
inflamed, a dark plum color. It was wet, too, the flow of my
pre-come dribbling down and drenching it. I touched Candy and
said, "Get up over me. Straddle me so that you can lower
yourself down on me."
Candy did as I said, putting her knees on each side of my hips,
her vee just above my straining cock. Her furrow gaped open,
and her swatch of hair was wet, clinging to her pubis in little
curls. I reached down and held my cock still, pointing it
right up to the entrance to Candy's vagina. "Now, baby, lower
yourself down on me. Do it real slow and easy. Take just as
much as you comfortably can. If it starts to hurt, just stop
and let the pain pass. This way, you're in control. You get
to set the pace."
With a slight frown of concentration on her face, Candy lowered
her hips until my cock made contact with her wet furrow. She
squirmed, positioning herself until the head of my cock nudged
into the recess of her sheath. Tilting her head back slightly,
she closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto my
hardness, engulfing it in her hot, wet flesh.
Although she was incredibly tight, the combination of her lub-
rication and my pre-come facilitated penetration. One inch of
my cock disappeared and then another. Candy let out her breath
and then lowered herself until her pussy had swallowed about
half my shaft. The walls of her tunnel pressed tightly around
its hard invader and created some of the most pleasurable sen-
sations I could recall. I had thought my first journey into
Barbie's pussy was one of my most memorable experiences, but it
paled in comparison to the pleasure that now rushed through my
body.
Thus far, other than feeling my cock force the walls of her
tunnel apart, there been no obstruction, no obstacles to my
journey into the depths of Candy's body. Her maidenhead no
longer existed. It looked like we would be free to continue
without the inconvenience of even momentary pain. She still
had her eyes closed, though, and the slight frown was still on
her face. "You okay, sweetheart?" I asked. "Is it hurting
any?"
She opened her eyes and smiled. "No...it doesn't hurt. It's
just a strange, new feeling--like my whole belly is filling
up." She leaned forward, putting her hands by my side, and
forced more of her pussy down over my cock. "My belly is
filling up with my Daddy's cock," she murmured, almost to
herself. Then, with a grunt and a sudden downward thrust of
her hips, she impaled herself on the remaining portion of my
cock. At last, I was all the way in her, my cock buried
completely in Candy's teenage pussy. Having accomplished her
goal, she leaned down, letting her breasts brush across my
chest, and whispered, "Ah, all of it. All of Daddy's
cock...all the way inside me." Thank goodness she stayed still.
If she had moved even an inch, I would have filled her pussy
right then and there with my come. Finally achieving my desire
to make love with Candy was so arousing that it would have
taken little more to send me beyond my already stretched-to-
the-limit control.
For long moments, we remained motionless like that--pubic hair
intermeshed and pubic bones pressed together. Even without
motion, it was pure, unabated pleasure. The warmth and
moisture of her vagina pressing in on all portions of my cock
felt so good I would have gladly remained like that for hours,
just savoring the pleasure, enjoying the contact of our sexual
flesh. Eventually, though, Candy lifted herself until her
torso was erect above me. Using her knees and thighs, she
raised herself about and inch, withdrawing the sheath of vagina
from off my cock by that amount. Then, reversing the motion,
she once again came down, taking all my cock back inside her
warm confines. As she hit bottom, she squirmed herself against
the hardness of my pubis, grinding her clitoris on it. "Ohhh,
yes," she muttered. She repeated the action one more time,
bringing the hard nubbin of her clitoris into even harder
contact with the base of my cock. Then, holding still, she
looked down at me and said, "I did it, Daddy. Just like in my
dreams, I got all my Daddy's cock up into my belly." She
lifted herself even higher than before, and then thrust down
hard on me. "Daddy, we're fucking. Oh, God, we're finally,
finally fucking!"
Using just a little rocking motion, Candy moved back and forth,
moving her pussy up and down my cock in little short strokes.
Right above me, her breasts jiggled from the motion. If
nothing else had indicated the extent of her arousal, her
breasts would have. The nipples were fully erect and jutting
straight out. Even the areolas around them were swollen and
puffed out, their crinkles gone. Unable to resist them, I put
my hands up and made love to those firm, magnificent globes.
She put her hands on top of mine and pressed them into her
flesh, pressing them deeply into the pillows of her femininity.
Gradually, Candy increased her tempo, bouncing up and down at a
faster pace. As she did, the in-and-out strokes became longer,
and my pleasure climbed to meet hers. I felt shudders and
little contractions of pleasure grasp her pussy, causing it to
squeeze down on my cock. I knew from that that she was having
a series of mini-orgasms that would intensify until they
combined into one big one. She murmured her pleasure each time
a contraction hit and moaned in joy from the feeling.
Candy took my hands away from her breasts and then leaned down
to where our faces were only inches apart. "I'm fucking you,
Daddy. How do you like it? Did Barbie do this to you?"
"No, sweetheart, Barbie and I didn't do this. This is just for
you and me."
"Good," she said, putting her mouth on mine and driving her
tongue into my mouth.
Candy stretched herself so that she now lay on top of me in the
classic missionary position. She moved her pussy up and down
on my shaft, using long strokes. Combined with them, she
gyrated her hips in circles, twisting her pussy around my cock
with each of her strokes. The motions were working their spell
on me, but they were affected her even more. Her mini-orgasms
were almost continuous now and her juices were flowing out and
covering my balls and running down the crack of my ass. We
were making a marvelous wet spot.
I reached down and caressed the smooth skin of her buttocks. I
could feel their muscles clinch up each time she thrust down
and then feel them rise on each of her up strokes. Her stomach
muscles pressed against mine and the shudders and contractions
that moved through them transferred to mine. I spread my legs
apart and lifted them, wrapping them around her waist. Using
them for leverage, I started reciprocating her thrusts, driving
upward to meet each of her downward thrusts. We were soon
panting into each other's mouths, climbing the ascent toward
orgasm at a breakneck speed.
Candy started softly muttering, "Oh, God...Oh, God...Oh, God,"
gradually increasing the pace of her hip motions. Suddenly,
she pulled her face away of mine and threw her head back with
eyes closed. "Oh, God, Daddy!" The little shudders and
contractions that she had had earlier now became hard
convulsions, shaking her and causing her whole pelvis to
tremble. Using my legs, I pulled her groin hard against mine
and ground my pubic bone into her clitoris. She collapsed
against me, her breasts crushed against my chest, and shook and
panted as her orgasm took control of her, shaking her with its
ecstasy.
Gradually, her shudders lessened and she relaxed against me,
totally spent from the intensity of the orgasm. She lifted her
up and softly said, "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, sweetheart," I answered.
"You didn't come, did you?" she asked.
"Not yet. But I'm not far from it."
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, Daddy. I told you I wanted you to have
the same kind of pleasure I had, and all I did was have it all
over again and leave you high and dry."
I chuckled and said, "Who said I was through?"
She grinned and said, "Not me."
I lifted Candy from off me and turned her on her back. Getting
on my knees, I moved up between her legs. I took hold of each
of her legs and spread them wide apart, lifting them up with
knees bent so they formed a saddle for me. Then I moved a
pillow to her hips and lifted her so I could put it under them.
Now she was ready for me. My cock throbbed in anticipation of
entry into the wide-open pussy that lay before it, just inches
away. Now I was ready to show her some REAL fucking, ready to
show her how a cock and pussy were really supposed to fit
together. Candy watched me throughout all this, silent, eyes
wide.
Grasping my cock by the base, I ran its head up and down her
furrow, concentrating on her clitoris. Then I guided it down
to her tunnel, still open from her fucking me, and nudged it
into her. Thrusting my hips forward slowly, I pushed my cock
into Candy's body. Soon, it was down to where its base was
pushed firmly into the wet, pink flesh of her furrow. I pulled
it out and then thrust it back in, hard and fast. Since she
had already come, I didn't have to have any concern about her
being satisfied--it was my time now, time for me to fully enjoy
the pleasure of her body, to live out the fantasy of fucking
the young, hot body of my little girl.
I lifted both of Candy's legs up, spreading the vee of her
vulva wide, exposing all the wet flesh of her furrow. I could
see where my cock entered into her, and I shoved hard, watching
it as it drove in until my belly thrust into her wetness. I
pulled out until just the head was left inside her and thrust
in again, pushing as hard as I could. Stretching my out below
me, I put my hands along side her shoulders and started
pistoning in and out as hard and fast as I could go. Candy
spread her legs out all the way and put them over mine, her
ankles locked across my calves. As I came down on my thrusts,
she raised her hips up with a thrust of her own. Her eyes were
even wider now, and she grunted, "Oh, God, Daddy!"
"Is this hurting you, baby?" I asked.
"Hurting? Oh, God, no! It's just so good, it's almost
unbelievable." As she hunched her hips up to meet me, she
murmured, "Ummmnnnn." She reached up and grasped my shoulders
with her hands and said, "Oh, God, Daddy, I love it this way.
I love it hard and fast." She moved her legs from my calves
and wrapped them around my hips, and hunching her hips up
toward me, muttered, "Ooooh, I'm going to come AGAIN! Oh, God,
Daddy, DO IT! Do it hard...HARD!"
Putting my hands under her hips, I continued to drive my cock
in and out of her clutching, clenching hot tunnel. "Yeah,
baby, hard, hard," I murmured. I could feel my orgasm
building to a crescendo. I had waited so long to finally make
love to Candy that it had built up to one of the highest peaks
of my life. The way her hot flesh clutched against mine, the
slippery friction of oily flesh rubbing against oily flesh, was
taking me beyond any point of control. I was panting like a
runner doing a marathon and the pressure of my semen was a
volcano ready to erupt. I felt her pussy tighten down on my
cock and the muscles of her belly tighten. Her buttocks
clenched in my hands, drawing up into little knots. In a half-
moan, half-cry, she screamed, "Ohhhhhh, Daddy! Ohhhhh, oh, oh,
oooooooohhhhhh!" She opened her eyes and moaned, "Oh, God,
come now. Come with me. Come with your little girl."
Hearing her words and feeling her body writhe in my grasp was
too much for me. I had already been on the edge of orgasm, and
her actions pushed me over the crest. I drove my cock in, as
deep as I could get it, and held it there. My buttocks now
clenched just as hers were doing and my cock contracted. Then,
almost like a cannon shot, a jet of come spurted out of my cock
into the depths of her flesh. Candy felt it and shoved her
hips up even tighter to me. She put a hand behind my head and
brought mouth to wide open mouth. With both our mouths open
and seeking, we kissed, our tongues like wild animals fighting
in the jungle.
Spurt after spurt of my stored-up sperm spewed from my cock.
It filled her pussy and I felt it spread over my cock and coat
it with its warm slipperiness. Candy had her hips hard up
against me, her pussy pressed against the base of my cock. She
moaned and quivered, jerking against me with little stabbing
motions. The flow of my sperm had intensified her orgasm and
we were both at the peak of our rapture, writhing in ecstasy.
I pulled my cock out and then drove it back in again, and Candy
murmured her approval. As I pushed in, I felt my sperm gush
out and cover both of us. It dripped down on my balls and I
knew that a whole stream had to be flowing down between her
legs and drenching the bed. It had to be the wettest fuck I
had ever had, and I loved the wetness.
Our peaks passed slowly, gradually ebbing away into just little
tremors and sighs. The wild abandon of our kiss changed into
a gentle tenderness. Oh, God," I thought, "I've just fucked my
own daughter, my little girl, the person I love most in this
world." She moved slightly, restirring the pleasure. "And it
was the best fuck I've ever had."
I pulled my lips away from hers slightly and she said, "Ummnnn,
God, Daddy. That was incredible. Good, so good." She hunched
her hips up to mine, pressing her sperm coated pussy against me
and with a big smile said, "You were right. Now I know what
REAL fucking is." She hunched her hips up and said, "It even
still feels good, doesn't it?" Not waiting for an answer, she
pulled my mouth back down to hers for a slow, languid kiss.
She was right--it did still feel good. Even though my cock had
lost a little of its rigidity, it was still firm, filling the
entire cavity of her pussy. The fact that it was Candy under
me, her pussy holding my cock in its warm grasp, played games
with my libido, keeping me hard despite my having one of the
most intense orgasms of my life. I pulled my cock out and
shoved it back, testing myself. God, but it was still good. I
felt like I could go on forever. Go on forever with Candy.
She felt my stroke and shoved against it, murmuring into my
mouth. Her hand stroked the back of my neck, a caress
reflecting her feelings toward me. Now we were more than
father and daughter, our love had a new dimension, a new depth
and breadth. She broke our kiss, licking my lips in the
process, and whispered, "Do you want to fuck me again, right
now?"
"Do you want me to?"
"YES! Oh, God, yes. Can you?"
I pulled my cock out and shoved it back in, saying, "What does
than tell you?"
Candy grinned and said, "That tells me that Daddy is about to
fuck his little girl again." She pulled her pussy down,
letting my cock slip out a little, and then shoved back up,
taking it back inside. "Yes, Daddy, do it again. Let's do it
over and over again, until we can't do it anymore."
I pulled out and got up on my knees, saying, "Let's use another
position. This time let's play like we're boy dog and girl
dog."
Candy grinned, immediately catching on, and got up on her hands
and knees, her beautiful ass turned toward me. She turned her
head back toward me and smiling, said, "Is this right, Daddy?"
Was it right? With that sweet little ass stuck up in the air
for me, it was more than right--it was perfect. Her whole
bottom was wet from where my come had run down between her
legs, and the furrow of her pussy was overflowing from come
still oozing out her pussy. Seeing her like that brought all
the rigidity back to my cock, and my lust that had declined
slightly after my orgasm returned in full force. My cock
quivered in anticipation of getting back inside of the hot
sexual flesh presented in open invitation before me. I groaned
and thrust my shaft up between her legs, pushing it into the
wetness of her furrow, seeking Candy's hot, come-dripping hole.
Running my cock up and down the channel, I found the opening to
her sheath and pushed it in, thrusting my hips forward slowly.
My belly at last made contact with her buttocks, making a wet
sound. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her in even
closer to me, swinging my balls up to where they made contact
with her clitoris. I pulled out and then thrust in hard,
forcing her hips forward. She folded her arms and laid her
head on them so as to steady her ass for my attack. Turning
her head back to me, she said, "I like it this way. You go in
so deep...deeper than ever before. I can feel your cock going
way up inside me." She squirmed her slick buttocks against me
and murmured, "Ummnnnn, it feels so good this way."
Even though Candy's pussy was still tight, my cock had opened
it up considerably. That, coupled with way my previous deposit
of sperm increased her lubrication, allowed me to really ram
her. Coming from her back, I didn't have to worry about
crushing her, and I allowed my lust full play. Gripping her
hips, I held her in place and drove in and out of her like a
piledriver. Each of my thrusts moved her forward, driving her
head into the pillow. She was my lust toy, and I used her body
to give me the utmost pleasure possible. With each of my
thrusts I muttered, "Yes, baby, deep...oh, sweet pussy...ummm,
sweet little girl pussy...oh, God, baby, good, good, good."
I wasn't the only one getting pleasure from my pistoning
thrusts. Each time I thrust against Candy, she moaned and
pushed back hard against me. The cheeks of her ass spread
apart and her buttocks flattened against my belly each time I
drove into her. As I pulled out, the entrance to her pussy
stretched out, clasping my cock as if reluctant to lose
contact. We became two separate creatures, each alone in a
sphere of pure pleasure. We moaned and muttered our pleasure,
inarticulate sounds of lust being completely and fully
satisfied.
Leaning across Candy's back, I put my hands under her and
caressed her hanging breasts, kneading the firm projections and
rubbing across the firm nipples. She moved her shoulders up
slightly, giving me more room to play with her sensitive
nipples. After giving them sufficient attention, I moved my
hands lower, down to her drenched sexual area. Using the
fingers of both hands, I thoroughly explored the top portion of
her wet channel. I felt it widen with each of my thrusts and
then come back together as I withdrew. Two my fingers found
her clitoris and rubbed it while the others caressed in inner
portions of her labial lips. Feeling her wetness, feeling it
as it soaked my hands, served only to intensify the eroticism
of the contact. She squirmed her ass and tried to move her
legs together as my fingers strummed across her love button.
My uninhibited onslaught of her pussy was becoming too much for
me and I felt my orgasm building up to its breaking point. The
contact of my fingers on her clitoris coupled with the way I
see-sawed my cock in and out her was bringing Candy to the same
point. Her whole ass was trembling and I felt shivers run
through her firm little belly. Her moans were continuous as
she responded to the multiple stimulation. She bucked up hard
against me and shouted, "Oh, God, I'm coming again!" Shudders
ran through her body and she collapsed flat, my hands pinned
under her, still playing drum beats on her clitoris. I went
down with her, continuing to piston my cock in and out with
hard, fast strokes.
Candy worked her hips up and down, first pushing her clitoris
against my fingers and then pushing her pussy against my cock.
Each of us was lost in rapture, orgasm sweeping over us in ever
higher waves. Hers came on first and she shook under me,
shaking her ass in circles, and moaning, "Oh, God...Oh, God."
The whole internal portion of her pussy convulsed and jerked,
grasping my cock and contracting around it. Even with that
restriction, I still managed to drive in and out, as deep as I
could go. The combination of her belly convulsing against my
hands, the shudder of her furrow against my fingers, and the
clutch of her trembling pussy flesh against my cock proved to
be the final ignition, though, and I joined her in orgasm,
jetting gush after gush of sperm into her already filled pussy.
My eyes clouded over, my vision becoming blurred, and I
collapsed on top of Candy, barely able to support myself with
my arms to keep from crushing her under my weight. It had been
the most intense, most satisfying orgasm, of my life, and I was
totally spent. Each gush of sperm weakened me, relaxing me.
When I finally stopped spurting, I was limp, completely used
up.
We lay there for long moments, still trembling, trying to catch
our breaths. My cock, completely satisfied, slowly shrunk and
then fell out of Candy's pussy, dribbling even more come over
her. I had come so much that it was gushing out of her pussy,
each of her tremors making more pour out. The stream flowed
down over my cock and balls and her pussy, and a pool of semen
formed under us. Gradually, I came to my senses, my vision
returning, and lifted myself and lay down beside her. Her face
was turned toward mine, and she smiled softly. Without
actually speaking, her lips formed the words, "Thank you,
Daddy. I love you." Uncaring about our sleeping in the result
of our orgasm, I reached down and pulled the covers over us.
Candy went to sleep immediately and I soon followed.
* * * *
The next morning I waked up to the delicious smell of fresh
coffee and bacon frying. I picked up my wrinkled robe from the
floor and put it on. Following the smell of breakfast, I went
into the kitchen. Candy was standing there in her robe,
cooking breakfast for us. The back of her hair was still damp,
so I knew she had taken a shower. Turning toward me, she said,
"Well, good morning, sunshine. I'm fixing us some breakfast."
She grinned and continued, "I figure we need some nourishment
after last night. Why don't you get your shower while I
finish. Breakfast ought to just about be ready by the time
you're through."
Following her suggestion, I went into the bathroom and quickly
shaved and showered. While showering, I recalled the events of
the previous evening. It had been a evening of the most
exciting love-making of my life and my cock sprung up in full
erection as I remembered what Candy and I had done. Candy
might be my daughter, but she was also a passionate woman with
a large capacity for love. After forcing myself to think of
other things, I got my erection down to a semi-hard and put on
my robe and went back into the kitchen.
Candy had breakfast on the table and we sat down and ate.
Candy didn't say anything, but the looks she gave me were warm
and exciting. She conveyed with her eyes that last night
hadn't been enough, that she wanted more. She had said we had
the whole week-end and it looked like she meant it. My cock
slowly came fully erect as I considered the prospect.
Candy carried her dishes and put them in the sink and I did the
same. Standing there at the sink, her robe tied tightly about
her, the full perfection of her form showed through the thin
fabric. I embraced her from the back, running my hands around
to her front and cupping her breasts. "Baby," I whispered into
her ear, "last night was one of the best things that has
happened to me in my entire life."
She turned around to me and said, "Me, too, Daddy. It was even
better for me." She put her mouth to mine and kissed me
lightly, just brushing her tongue across my lower lip. She
moved her mouth from mine and said, "Thank you for last night."
Stepping away from me to the center of the kitchen, Candy
grinned at me and said, "Guess what I've got on under my robe."
"I couldn't even begin to guess," I answered.
Candy laughed and said, "Nothing. There's nothing under here
except your little Candy. Interested?"
Interested? God, I lusted after her with a lust that seeming
to have no limit. Nine-thirty in the morning, after an evening
of love-making that included some of the most intense orgasms
of my life, and my cock was standing rigidly away from my body,
pushing my robe out in a bulge. It was Candy doing that to me.
I just couldn't seem to get enough of her. I looked down at
the bulge in the front of my robe and said, "What do you
think?"
"How about a date, then? Why don't we meet in my bedroom in...
let's see...three seconds?" She laughed and ran down the hall,
looking back over her shoulder at me with a look that was as
lustful as the one I'm sure I was giving her.
As soon as we got into her room, we were all over each other,
each one trying to the get the robe off the other. In seconds,
our robes were on the floor and we were standing naked, tremb-
ling with desire. Candy moved up against me and put her arms
around me, holding me close. "God, Daddy, I think I'm turning
into a nymphomaniac. All I can think about is making love with
you. All I want is for us to make love, to fuck for twenty-
four hours a day. I just can't seem to get enough of you."
"God, baby, you too? I thought it was just me. You affect me
exactly the same way. No one has ever done that to me before.
Just you."
Candy pushed her groin against my hard cock and whispered,
"Then why are we wasting time?"
In answer, I stepped toward the bed, pushing Candy in lock-step
with me. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she fell down
on it, laughing. Even though she was laughing at the awkward
dance we had just performed, her eyes looking up at me
showed smoky desire, hunger for more of what we had done last
night. What I saw in her eyes inflamed my desires and whetted
my hunger even more.
With her legs spread as they were, the gash of her pussy was
open, with pink, moist flesh showing. It looked delicious and
I had to taste it. I knelt at her feet and spread her legs
even farther apart, opening her vulva up so that her wet furrow
gaped even wider. Extending my tongue, I licked a circle
around her navel and then traced a line down to the dark forest
of her pubic fur. I curled my tongue into a tube and, using it
like a finger, moved it downward, parting a path through the
pubic tresses. When it came to the top of her furrow, I probed
down into it, brushing my tongue lightly across the firm button
of Candy's little man in the boat. Candy gasped and thrust her
hips up to me, pushing her hot vulva against my mouth. "Ohhh,
Daddy!" she murmured. "Oh, God, I was hoping you would do
this. Barbie told me about your doing it to her, and I nearly
came in my panties from hearing her tell how good it was."
Candy's words excited me even more and I put my whole mouth
into her furrow and licked and slurped up and down, trying to
reach every part of it. I put my hands under her buttocks and
lifted her up so that I could get to her better. As I moved
down to the lower portion of the gash, I spread her cheeks
apart and probed my tongue even lower. I could see the little
crinkled rosebud nestled in the cleft between her cheeks and I
drove my tongue down to it and licked and caressed it. She
squirmed her hips in response and said, "Oh, God, Daddy, that's
dirty!" I spread her cheeks apart even wider and rimmed her
harder, probing the tip of my tongue down into the midst of the
little wrinkles. She moved her hips from side to side and
said, "Oh, God, dirty...so dirty...ummnnnn...oohh...yes...
good...ooooohhhh, I just love it."
I replaced my tongue with a finger tip, using it to rub and
gently caress Candy's little nether hole. Running my tongue
from there upwards, I came to the opening into her tight love
tunnel. She had become completely aroused now, and cream was
flowing out and covering all her tender vaginal furrow. I put
my mouth right on top of her opening and spread my lips wide,
stretching her vagina wider. I sucked on it, drawing out more
of her cream, and then plunged my tongue in as far as I could
extend it. I twisted it around and around, moving it on the
vaginal walls and caressing her interior. Rolling it up into a
hard little tube, I plunged my tongue in and out, giving her a
miniature version of intercourse. That action coupled with the
way my finger played with her little asshole soon had her
breathing fast and moving her hips up and down.
I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with the thumb of the
hand that was caressing her asshole. Keeping that hand in
motion, moving both my finger tip and thumb around and in her
two lower orifices, I moved my mouth up and placed it over her
clitoris. As my tongue came out and laved her swollen
clitoris, she gasped and jerked her hips up to my mouth. I
sucked the little nubbin between my lips, and holding it like
that, strummed my tongue over and across the exposed surface of
her hard pleasure knot. She put both her hands on my head and
pressed my face in closer to her, moaning and muttering,
"Ohhhh, yessss...do it...suck me...yeesssss...oooooohhhhhh...I
love it...oh, I love it."
Candy was soon rocking back and forth on her elbows, moving her
hips against mine in little short thrusts. I followed each one
of her motions, never once losing my contact with her clitoris.
I felt trembles and shudders in her thighs, and her clitoris
started little jerking movements between my lips. Suddenly,
her vagina clamped down on my thumb and squeezed hard. Her
buttocks clenched, the muscles in them becoming hard knots, and
she screamed, "Coming! Oh, God, I'm commiinng, commmiinnggg!"
I kept licking her clitoris, carrying her all the way through
her orgasm. After a while, she jerked her hips away from my
mouth and whispered, "Please, no more."
I took my mouth away from her and sat up straight, wanting to
see her in the full aftermath of orgasm. She had her eyes
closed, and lay there trembling, a flush across her face and
a red blush covering her breasts and the area between them.
Cream was flowing from her pussy and moving in a little stream
down her furrow to the cleft between her cheeks. She had come
hard and was still breathing fast, slowly recovering from the
intense pleasure of her clitoral orgasm.
I moved up and sat on the bed beside her and stroked her hair,
softly and tenderly, as she relaxed and came down from the high
she had just experienced. After a little while, she stopped
her labored breathing and opened her eyes, looking up at me.
She reached out a hand and put in on my thigh, saying, "God,
Daddy, that was the first time anyone has ever done that to me.
I see what Barbie was talking about--it was good." She smiled
and said, "Oooohh, WAS it good! I don't know which I like
best, that way, or the natural way. I'm glad we can do both.
That way I'm not forced to make a choice."
Candy sat up on the bed beside me, her hand still on my thigh,
and said, "Now, dear Daddy, it's your turn. Daddy's little
girl is going to do you like you did her." Reaching out her
hand, she wrapped it around my cock and slowly jacked it up and
down, spreading my pre-come over its entire length. Then,
without letting loose of my cock, she knelt down in front of me
and engulfed half my cock into her mouth. Clamping her lips
tight around my shaft, she applied suction and used her tongue
on the sensitive head and glans. Reacting to her sudden
onslaught of pleasure, I sucked in my breath and jerked my hips
up to her mouth.
From the way she went after my cock, it was obvious that Candy
had natural oral tendencies. She sucked and slurped on it,
moving it in and out her mouth just as though she were using it
as a substitute pussy. I had gotten so aroused from eating
her, from seeing the rapture of her orgasm, that I was soon
trembling and moaning from the intense pleasure she was giving
me. "Oh, God, baby, that's good. Ummnnnn, I'm getting close,
close." If anything, she intensified her efforts, taking even
more of my cock into her mouth and slurping and licking it with
even more force. "Oh, God, you'd better stop. If you don't
stop, I'm going to come, come right in your mouth." She looked
up at me, her eyes twinkling, and formed her lips into a smile
around my shaft.
Candy continued to look up at me, a smile still on her lips,
and sucked even harder. She put a hand under my balls and
lightly caressed my scrotum. With rapid motions, she bobbed
her head back and forth, moving my cock in and out of her
mouth. The action of her tongue, the warm wetness of her
mouth, and the movement of her lips up and down my shaft proved
too much, and I thrust my cock toward her hard, driving as much
of it into her mouth as she could take. "Oh, God, baby," I
groaned, shooting a huge spurt of sperm right on top of her
tongue. It was followed by another then another, and Candy
gulped, trying to swallow the thick sperm gushing out of my
cock. Even though she managed to get most of it, some flowed
out over her lower lip and ran in little streams out each
corner of her mouth. Her chin was soon covered with my flow
and white, thick drops dripped down on the floor. I fell back
on the bed, trembling in the throes of my orgasm, as Candy
continued to suck on my cock and swallow the mouthful of come I
had given her.
After a few moments, I recovered from my orgasm to realize that
Candy was still at work on my cock, licking it and sucking
lightly on it. Responding to that treatment, it stayed
completely rigid, fully erect. I sat up and put my hands
alongside her head and gently pulled her mouth from off my
cock. I lifted her up and pulled her alongside on the bed. If
my cock hadn't already been hard, it would have gotten that way
from just looking at her. Her whole mouth was covered with the
white, thick coating of my come, and drops of it still clung to
her chin, hanging down, but not yet falling. She licked her
lips and then, using her fingers, wiped the flow from her chin
and into her mouth. She smiled and said, "This isn't bad at
all. Almost tasteless--kind of like egg whites." Then,
grinning, she said, "In fact, seeing that it's your come, I
have to admit that I kind of like it."
Candy put her hand down to my cock and fondled it, gently
squeezing and rubbing it. Her hand was still wet from my come
and the combined lubrication of my come and her saliva made the
contact very pleasurable. She grinned at me and said, "In case
you're wondering why I'm paying so much attention to your cock,
it's because I'm trying to keep you good and hard. I've got
plans for your hard cock, plans I think you'll like."
I had a hard time imagining anything I could like better than
what she had just done, and my cock swelled in her hand at the
thought of something even better. "What kind of plans do you
have in mind?" I asked.
Without answering, Candy let go my cock and moved up to the
center of the bed. Getting on all fours, she turned her ass to
me and reached down and pulled her cheeks apart. I could see
all of her sweet ass, from the wet opening of her pussy all the
way up to where the cleft blended into her back. She turned
her head toward me and then took a finger and put it on her
little anus. "Did you do Barbie here? Did you fuck her right
here?"
My cock became as rigid as it was possible to be in response to
her question. If I was interpreting her question correctly,
she was going to ask me to fuck her in the ass. I had never
fucked anyone in the ass, not even Candy's mother, and it was
something I had long wanted to do. Now, Candy was going to ask
me to do it. Hot and flushed with excitement and lust, I
answered, "No, we didn't do that."
Candy grinned and said, "Good. Then do it to me. Stick your
cock in here and do me here. That way there won't anything
virgin left about me." She put a hand to her mouth and said,
"This is no longer virgin," and moving the hand down to her
pussy, she added, "And this is no longer virgin for sure." She
pushed a finger tip into her asshole and said, "This is the
only virginity I have left, and I want you to take it, too."
As much as I wanted to fuck Candy in the ass, I wanted to make
sure she knew what she was doing. "It might hurt you some,
baby," I cautioned her.
"Not if you use K-Y Jelly. One of my girlfriends in school
tells me that she and her boyfriend do it this way all the time
in order to avoid any chance on her getting pregnant. She says
that K-Y Jelly keeps it from hurting. Go look in the right
hand drawer of my bathroom medicine cabinet and you'll find
some."
I went and got the K-Y Jelly and came back into the bedroom.
As I entered I could see that Candy had her hand in her pussy
rubbing her clitoris. She didn't stop her rubbing when she saw
me, and said, "I guess I got a little impatient."
I squirted K-Y Jelly on my cock and completely coated it with
the slippery cream. Getting up on the bed, I squirted a blob
right on top of Candy's little anus, covering it completely.
Then I squeezed some out on my index finger, making sure it was
covered. Working very carefully, I pushed my cream-covered
finger into her little opening, spreading it apart and pushing
all the way in. I rotated my finger, coating all the inside of
her ass, making it slippery. I repeated the action, adding
even more lubrication inside her tight little anal tunnel.
She squirmed and moaned as I performed the preliminary steps,
enjoying having my finger inside her. She looked back at me
and said, "That should be plenty. Now put your cock inside me.
Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. Make me a woman in every way."
My cock jerked in response to her words. She didn't know it,
but she was about to make me a man in every way.
I pushed my cock up against her little opening and pressed into
her. At first it didn't budge at all, just rammed against the
tightness of her opening. Then I felt her relax a little and
the head went all the way in, spreading the tight ring of her
opening around my shaft. I paused, giving her a chance to get
used to having me inside ass, and asked, "You okay, sweetheart?
Still want to go on?"
"Oh, God, yes. You don't have to stop. It doesn't hurt. It
just feels like I need to go the bathroom real bad. Keep on,
get it all the way in me."
I pushed a little more and then all resistance abruptly
stopped. Once I had the head of my cock past her sphincter, it
went in easily. I continued to push in until my cock was
completely inside her, the wiry hair at the base of my cock
crushed against her buttocks. I had thought her pussy was hot
and tight, but it didn't begin to compare with her ass. It was
incredibly tight and so warm that my cock felt like it was
inside a furnace. The walls of her anus were smooth against my
cock, different from her vagina in ways that couldn't even be
described, but just as pleasure-giving. She tested her relexes
by contracting the walls around my cock, squeezing down on it,
and a wave of pleasure swept over me. Candy's mouth and pussy
were sheer delights, but her ass was at least their equal, if
not better. "Ooohh, baby," I said, "you have to have the
sweetest ass in the world."
Candy laid her head down and started rocked her ass to and fro,
pulling my cock out and then pushing it back in. The K-Y Jelly
was working perfectly and my cock was able to move in and out
freely. Matching her motions, I started my own thrusts and
withdrawals. Soon we were moving fast, grinding ourselves
against each other, grunting each time our flesh slapped
together. Leaning down and reaching under her, I put my hands
down to her breasts and fondled them. When I did, she moved
her arms under mine and put her hands in her pussy, gently
rubbing her clitoris in perfect timing with the motions of my
cock as it reamed her sweet, tight ass.
The interior control she had was amazing. Each time I pressed
my phallus completely within her, she squeezed down on it,
pressing the hot, slick tube of her ass around it. The ring of
her sphincter tightened down on it at the same time, and the
effect was a combination of stroking and velvet-like massage of
my whole shaft. The total effect--the action of her ass on my
cock, seeing the rocking and squirming of Candy's perfect,
sweet ass, and the knowledge that we were engaged in the
ultimate act of father-daughter incest--was becoming more than
my already overloaded senses could bear. The sensual pressure
just built and built, escalating to where my sperm was almost
ready to burst out in a hot flood.
I speeded up my strokes, driving into her upturned ass with
long, hard strokes. My breath was ragged, almost a pant, and I
gripped her hips and jerked her toward me with almost brutal
force. "Oh, God, baby! Almost there!" I shouted.
Candy's drove her fingers deep within her pussy, thrusting them
in and out, and I could feel them through the thin membrane
that separated them from my thrusting, rigid shaft. She
muttered, "Yes, God! Fuck me! Come with me, fill me up with
come. Ohh, God, yes, yes, YES!"
Candy's orgasm came on her and her ass muscles clamped down on
my cock, sending wave after wave of shudders over it. It was
too much, and with a hard contraction, a jet of sperm shot out
of my jerking cock, shooting up deep into her belly. She
squirmed her ass hard against my cock and muttered, "Ohhh, I
can feel you coming. I can feel each one of your spurts. Ohh,
come, come, commmeeee...."
Relaxing at last, Candy fell prone, my cock still buried in her
little tunnel. She moaned, her hands still under her moving in
her pussy, still pushed her ass up and down, alternating
pressure between her fingers and my cock. Her motions slowed
gradually, and then she lay still. Her anus was still
completely relaxed, open around my cock, and as my cock lost
its erection, it gradually came out of her opening and fell
between her ass cheeks.
I rolled off her then, laying on my side, and looked at her,
filled with feelings of love and tenderness. Her eyes were
closed and her face relaxed. A little stream of saliva ran out
of one corner of her mouth, and she reached her tongue out and
captured it. Lifing herself, she pulled her arms from
underneath her and turned toward me, opening her eyes.
Reaching out her arm, she put her hand, still wet from being in
her pussy, on my shoulder and pulled her face and against mine
and kissed me. It was a soft, slow, tender kiss, filled with
the languor and relaxation of complete satiation, the afterglow
of orgasm that pleasures and satisfies the entire body.
She broke the kiss and smiled, saying, "Now there's nothing
about me that's nonvirgin. I believe I came harder that way
than the others." Her face became more serious and she said,
"Did you ever do that with Momma?"
"No, sweetheart, that was my first time with anyone."
She clutched me to her and said, "That means in a way I got
your virginity." She smiled and moving her lips to mine, she
whispered, "Oh, Daddy, I like that." Our lips blended together
and we kissed for a long time, each savoring the new
relationship we had.
* * * *
By the time Sunday afternoon came, Candy and I explored every
position, every aspect of sexuality I could think of. By my
count, probably not too reliable, I had eleven orgasms that
weekend. I didn't attempt to estimate how many Candy had,
probably twice that number. Just before she went out to her
car to leave for Austin, she said, "Kiss me good-bye, Daddy.
Do it inside here where people can't see."
We kissed, a deep kiss that wasn't meant for father and
daughter. She broke away and said, "Daddy, I just can't seem
to get enough of you. If I come home next weekend, can we
spend it like we did this one?"
I looked at her and said, "No." She got a surprised, disap-
pointed look on her face, and I laughed and said, "It won't be
like this weekend, it'll be even better. Sweetheart, I can
hardly wait."
She dimpled up and said, "It's a date then--a Daddy and Candy
date."
When she drove off, I was left with a half-hard. I knew that
our relationship couldn't last, that just like Barbie, now that
she was tuned into her sexuality she would quickly find a young
man to meet all her needs. Until then, though, I plan to just
enjoy my good fortune. By the time next weekend comes, my
now half-hard cock will be fully ready, just aching and
throbbing to get back inside my sweet daughter's mouth, pussy,
and ass.
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