It felt like ages had passed when my beautiful little girl Kelly finally set my manhood free, having nursed it of every drop of life giving fluid it had in it. Like time was playing tricks on me. And though it had been almost too sensitive after my explosive orgasm in her mouth, in her mouth was where I wanted to be more than anything at that moment; the captive who’d become an accomplice of his captor. So, I rode out the spasms and agonistic ecstasies, until there was no more, and I flopped wilted, defeated, from her gorgeous maw. I lay gasping, sweating, and delirious as she mewled, and gently kissed my fallen soldier, over and over, cupping his spent stores of ammunition in her soft, miniature hand, before kissing me there as well, her tongue lashing out here and there, like life’s cruel irony.
“Ooohhh… Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…” Kelly whispered in a wondrous, soft feminine tone, leaving baby kisses all over the one part of me she’d never been allowed to touch before today.
Then another delicate, thin fingered feminine hand wound through my disheveled hair, gentle, almost unnoticed, like a lioness sneaking upon her prey, until it’s tenor changed, and it became, claw-like, demanding, and my head was jerked back, like the gazelle caught.
“Huhhh,” I gasped, like a swimmer breaking the surface after a deep dive, and in the opening sweet Amy struck, her soft, pliant lips mashing insistently to mine, her tongue searching, making a meal of me. Gently, the slight weight and soft, curvaceous flesh of her slid over onto me, melding and sliding ever so sexily against me, and I was struck by how alike, and how different, her flesh was from mine.
I closed my eyes, and instead stared at her with my hands, the warmth of her like sunlight glistening off tanned skin. She was beautiful to say the least. She was what makes a man’s life worth living, what makes being a beast made for burden bearable. Where I was hard, bulging, unrelenting, she was soft, yielding, sloping. Her soft but firm butt slid across me, and I felt the first stirrings of new life in my center. She was a priestess, and her spell was cast, and my warrior was resurrected, rampant, and ready for battle. I felt her weight change, she became lighter and I felt air rush across me, cooling my skin where one leg had been. Then the leg, powerful and sleek, came to rest beside my hip and she was astride me.
A girlish hand took hold of me, and I was bent upwards. I felt the softest flesh of all flesh at my tip, and my eyes flew open. Amy was gazing into them, her own pupils like black pits, her irises glowing like gas flame, blue like a surreal sky. I knew then I was in the hand of my own daughter, and she was guiding me into the womanhood of her oldest friend, a girl I had practically raised. My mind raced through tending skinned knees, and complimenting new dresses, and years and years of haircuts, through visions of girlhood innocence, gangly early teen awkwardness, blossoming teen beauty and sensuality, and at last to the freshly matured womanly sexuality I was now presented with. She smiled, whispered, “I know, John,” and then we were one, kissing, sliding into/onto each other. Somewhere deep inside me, a spark found tinder, and became flame.
In the distance, like an echo from far below, I heard Kelly whisper, “Oh… my God…”
Sweet Amy was like a furnace inside, hot like my wife had been in her youth, tight, clinging, and wet. Her breasts rode against me, her nipples leaving wild circles of remembered contact as she rose, and fell, rose, and fell. Friction! Soft, all encompassing, delicious friction sent uncontrollable shivers through me. I realized now that I had wanted what I was getting for a long, long time.
Amy rode me like she was at Gilley’s on the mechanical bull, and I did my best to buck and thrust from my place in the chair… but mostly it was all her. I was a slave bent to her will. I captured a nipple between my lips and she responded by grinding all the way down onto me. I liked that, so I did the same to her other nipple next. She didn’t disappoint. Then I had to take charge. I needed to rut into this willing bitch, I was feeling like a stud breeding dog. I decided to act like one, and standing I took her with me to the bed, collapsing on top of her making her squeal. But soon she grunted as I pulled on her hips, planted her round ass cheeks in position to receive my blows, and pummeled her poor defenseless pussy with rapid fire thrusts.
Then Kelly got jealous. My daughter took my face in her hands, gently, me with my cock still in her best friend. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she said, her emerald eyes locked onto mine, “take me… I’ve always been yours…”
And then she was against me, kissing, her hands on my shoulders, her bare breasts teasing my chest. Beneath us, I felt her friend slip out of the way, pulling off me with a hint of regret, and rolling me onto my back, maneuver me under my daughter. And then, with Amy’s hand guiding me to the opening of my daughter’s charms, I pressed into her. Kelly opened before me, and in a second I was in her to the top of the other girl’s fist. Then, for just a moment, I felt Amy’s delicate fingertips barely touching my cock, my balls, then Kelly wiggled her hips and slid the rest of the way down onto me, taking me inside. I had my cock in my little daughter’s pussy!
There are some things in life momentous, some things earth-shattering, some things that shake you to the core, a body blow to your reality; and as my old self went through it’s death throes, the birth pangs of the new me, I realized that this was one of them. It’s an earthquake of the soul, fucking your daughter for the first time.
I’d been rough with Amy, the girl who grew up down the street, carried away by the lust of finally fucking her. Not that she seemed to mind. But with the girl who grew up in the room down the hall I was gentle, deliberate. She was too. Slowly, our lips welded together in a searing kiss, as I felt her testing the muscles of her innards on me.