“Mom told me you had a nice cock, Daddy,” Ashley said as she emerged from the bathroom. “Boy, was she right!”
I was lying on my bed at the Hotel Monte Carlo. If we walked out to the sliver of a balcony, we could look up and down Barcelona’s Ramblas. Music from a video channel on the TV provided a calm ambience. The sliding doors were open just enough to let in the warm night air, faint aromas of pizza and paella, and sounds of the city three stories below. Jet lag was catching up with us – it was only 9 pm local time, but it was noon back home, which somehow computed to time for bed. I was naked under the covers and Ashley had just splashed out of the jacuzzi.
“What?” I asked. “What are you talking about? I thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk about sex for a couple days.”
After yesterday, when either Ashley seduced me or I her, whatever it was that happened that led to me fucking my daughter, I needed some time to process the whole experience. Ashley, for her part, was all smiles and apparently unconcerned, even happy. She had turned seventeen two days ago. Back then, two days ago, I never saw her naked. Now she almost flaunted herself.
“Well, I was soaking in the tub and thinking about that Agbar building we saw today from the cable car,” she said.
I watched her pulling up her pajama bottoms. She moved slowly, inching the elastic top up her lean legs and pausing an inch below her fine blonde pussy. She’s teasing me, I thought.
“You know, that weird building that looks like a hard dick?” she continued. “Which got me thinking about last night. Wondering out why sex with you was so much better. And I just remembered what mom said. Never mind.”
Her small breasts continued to fascinate me, even as she put on her pink top. They curved like a banana, but fuller at the non-pointy end. She didn’t button the top. The peek view was more tantalizing than nude – I wanted more.
“Okay, then, never mind,” I said, refusing to be tricked into asking what she was talking about. “You can tell me some other time why your mother was discussing your father’s cock. Good night, honey. Please turn off the TV.”
I lowered the electric-powered shades, but left the balcony doors open. In the darkened room, the outside noises buzzed a little louder. I knew we’d fall asleep quickly. It had been a long, fun day. After breakfast at Juan’s coffee bar in the huge farmer’s market, we’d walked to the Picasso Museum, then tapas for lunch, more walking to the cable car that took us across to Montjuic, more walking back to the hotel and dinner at the 4 Cats. My legs and back felt my age, but my dick tingled often during much of the day.
Fifteen minutes later, I was more awake than I had been. I couldn’t tell if Ashley had fallen asleep. I could see her shape under the sheet, now that my eyes had adjusted, and thought about her smooth skin. It occurred to me that even in total darkness, I could easily tell my little girl from a woman ten years older, and not just by the feel of her skin. The juicy taste and peach scent of her pussy would give her away. My cock was tingling again.
Even when I was married, if I couldn’t sleep, I masturbated. Feeling around in the dark, I quietly slid open the little nightstand on my side and found the Vaseline. When I’d unpacked, actually all the way back when I’d planned the trip, I’d thought about masturbating when Ashley was asleep, watching her while I did it, if you must know. But we had actual sex. Amazing sex. With my dick still recovering, I didn’t want to abuse it without benefit of some lubrication. I dipped my fingers into the jar and rubbed my hardening cock under the covers.
Outside, a short string of firecrackers went off. Ashley didn’t move.
Ashley’s mom, my ex. Why would Ann have said anything about my dick to our daughter? Some kind of weird sex ed? Ann had certainly known her share of cocks.
In the dark, I stroked my cock smiled. For a few years, back when we had just gotten together and before Ashley, Ann and I had done threesomes about once a month. More often than not, the third person was a guy – not my preference, but I liked to watch other guys fuck Ann silly after I had come in her first. I think she would have done more than just two of us, but knew not to push me. Quite honestly, I enjoyed being watched, even by another guy stroking himself or getting his cock sucked by Ann, although it was better when it was a woman in the room.
I remembered one escort, maybe a year older than Ashley is now, I remembered watching her French kissing Ann – I didn’t think escorts did that. I forgot her name, but not her red hair and tight ass . . . how she sucked on my wife’s large, round breasts and rubbed my balls while I fucked Ann’s cunt . . .
Ashley sat up. “Daddy, are you jerking off over there?”
Oh, snap. “Sorry, honey, I, um, I will just be another minute.”
Ashley laughed out loud and turned on the light by her bed. She blinked at the sudden brightness. “Go ahead. Let me see. I want to see.”
You probably deduced I am an exhibitionist at heart. I tossed the covers aside and my hard cock stretched up my abdomen. I stroked it, lying on my back and masturbating in front of my daughter and enjoying her watching. I turned my head toward her. She had pale blue eyes and the one closest the lamp flashed with a starry reflection. I could see most of one breast. My cock was really, really hard.
Ashley got out of bed and sat beside me, her hips by my head. Using the remote, she turned on the TV.
“Just some music to jack by,” she giggled, one hand rubbing my chest.
I used my free hand to pull back her top so I could admire a breast.
She stopped changing channels before she got to the music.
I was lying on my bed at the Hotel Monte Carlo. If we walked out to the sliver of a balcony, we could look up and down Barcelona’s Ramblas. Music from a video channel on the TV provided a calm ambience. The sliding doors were open just enough to let in the warm night air, faint aromas of pizza and paella, and sounds of the city three stories below. Jet lag was catching up with us – it was only 9 pm local time, but it was noon back home, which somehow computed to time for bed. I was naked under the covers and Ashley had just splashed out of the jacuzzi.
“What?” I asked. “What are you talking about? I thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk about sex for a couple days.”
After yesterday, when either Ashley seduced me or I her, whatever it was that happened that led to me fucking my daughter, I needed some time to process the whole experience. Ashley, for her part, was all smiles and apparently unconcerned, even happy. She had turned seventeen two days ago. Back then, two days ago, I never saw her naked. Now she almost flaunted herself.
“Well, I was soaking in the tub and thinking about that Agbar building we saw today from the cable car,” she said.
I watched her pulling up her pajama bottoms. She moved slowly, inching the elastic top up her lean legs and pausing an inch below her fine blonde pussy. She’s teasing me, I thought.
“You know, that weird building that looks like a hard dick?” she continued. “Which got me thinking about last night. Wondering out why sex with you was so much better. And I just remembered what mom said. Never mind.”
Her small breasts continued to fascinate me, even as she put on her pink top. They curved like a banana, but fuller at the non-pointy end. She didn’t button the top. The peek view was more tantalizing than nude – I wanted more.
“Okay, then, never mind,” I said, refusing to be tricked into asking what she was talking about. “You can tell me some other time why your mother was discussing your father’s cock. Good night, honey. Please turn off the TV.”
I lowered the electric-powered shades, but left the balcony doors open. In the darkened room, the outside noises buzzed a little louder. I knew we’d fall asleep quickly. It had been a long, fun day. After breakfast at Juan’s coffee bar in the huge farmer’s market, we’d walked to the Picasso Museum, then tapas for lunch, more walking to the cable car that took us across to Montjuic, more walking back to the hotel and dinner at the 4 Cats. My legs and back felt my age, but my dick tingled often during much of the day.
Fifteen minutes later, I was more awake than I had been. I couldn’t tell if Ashley had fallen asleep. I could see her shape under the sheet, now that my eyes had adjusted, and thought about her smooth skin. It occurred to me that even in total darkness, I could easily tell my little girl from a woman ten years older, and not just by the feel of her skin. The juicy taste and peach scent of her pussy would give her away. My cock was tingling again.
Even when I was married, if I couldn’t sleep, I masturbated. Feeling around in the dark, I quietly slid open the little nightstand on my side and found the Vaseline. When I’d unpacked, actually all the way back when I’d planned the trip, I’d thought about masturbating when Ashley was asleep, watching her while I did it, if you must know. But we had actual sex. Amazing sex. With my dick still recovering, I didn’t want to abuse it without benefit of some lubrication. I dipped my fingers into the jar and rubbed my hardening cock under the covers.
Outside, a short string of firecrackers went off. Ashley didn’t move.
Ashley’s mom, my ex. Why would Ann have said anything about my dick to our daughter? Some kind of weird sex ed? Ann had certainly known her share of cocks.
In the dark, I stroked my cock smiled. For a few years, back when we had just gotten together and before Ashley, Ann and I had done threesomes about once a month. More often than not, the third person was a guy – not my preference, but I liked to watch other guys fuck Ann silly after I had come in her first. I think she would have done more than just two of us, but knew not to push me. Quite honestly, I enjoyed being watched, even by another guy stroking himself or getting his cock sucked by Ann, although it was better when it was a woman in the room.
I remembered one escort, maybe a year older than Ashley is now, I remembered watching her French kissing Ann – I didn’t think escorts did that. I forgot her name, but not her red hair and tight ass . . . how she sucked on my wife’s large, round breasts and rubbed my balls while I fucked Ann’s cunt . . .
Ashley sat up. “Daddy, are you jerking off over there?”
Oh, snap. “Sorry, honey, I, um, I will just be another minute.”
Ashley laughed out loud and turned on the light by her bed. She blinked at the sudden brightness. “Go ahead. Let me see. I want to see.”
You probably deduced I am an exhibitionist at heart. I tossed the covers aside and my hard cock stretched up my abdomen. I stroked it, lying on my back and masturbating in front of my daughter and enjoying her watching. I turned my head toward her. She had pale blue eyes and the one closest the lamp flashed with a starry reflection. I could see most of one breast. My cock was really, really hard.
Ashley got out of bed and sat beside me, her hips by my head. Using the remote, she turned on the TV.
“Just some music to jack by,” she giggled, one hand rubbing my chest.
I used my free hand to pull back her top so I could admire a breast.
She stopped changing channels before she got to the music.
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On the screen, two women were busy eating each other’s pussy.
“I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore,” she said. “Can we watch for a minute? Maybe a guy will show up.”
Ashley started to lie alongside, between me and the TV, but first I pulled off her pajamas. There wasn’t a lot of room on the twin bed. We settled into the two spoons position. I didn’t mind the break from masturbating, not when it meant I could touch her. I pressed my hard cock against her ass.
The women on the screen massaged each other’s breasts while their mouths worked. Fuck this morning’s rules about nothing sexual for two days. I draped a hand over Ashley’s breast and played with a nipple. She smelled like flowers, whatever kind was in the bath salts. Roses? I kissed her shoulder.
“You like watching women together?” I asked.
“Don’t you, Daddy?” she replied. “Yes, I do. I think it’s totally hot.”
“Have you ever . . .” I began to ask, but she started to rub her ass against my cock and I lost my train of thought. Unlike American soft porn, we got glimpses of tongues on clits.
“I loved when you licked my pussy, Daddy,” she said. My hard cock followed the lead of her dancing butt.
On TV the blonde, the woman on top, slid forward a little so the redhead could play with her asshole, but we couldn’t really see from this angle.
“Oh,” Ashley said. “That looks nice.”
While one hand continued to rub Ashley’s breast, I put a Vaselined finger at the rim of my daughter’s asshole and tickled it. Instead of flinching away, she pushed her ass towards my hand. I eased my finger in just a little and heard her hum a kind of “Mmm-hmm,” which sounded like a good thing.
“Really?” I asked.
“Mmm-hmm.”
I pushed my finger in further and her leg muscles tightened, then relaxed. Her ass pressed back and I gave her asshole more finger, moving it around.
“Yes, Daddy, like that. I like how it feels in my ass! In my ass!”
I gripped her breast more firmly. Moans came from the TV.
I fucked her asshole with most of my finger, surprised at how she seemed to enjoy it. My hard cock demanded attention. I pulled her so she was face down on the bed and climbed between her legs. I took my finger out of her asshole and she whimpered.
“No, Daddy, put it back.”
She leaned forward on her forearms and lifted her butt in the air. I slid my cock into her cunt. I reached down and took hold of her breasts, easily pushing my cock in deep.
“Daddy. Oh, Daddy. Put it in my ass. Please! I think I like it in my ass even more than my cunt. Just go slow. You’re so big, but please, please, please! In my ass!”
I was shocked, but had no good reason why. I pulled my erection out of her pussy and added a bit of Vaseline. Spreading her freckled ass cheeks just a little, her asshole beckoned from a triangle of pale skin on a tan butt. I pushed in my cock no more than an inch and I heard her gasp.
“Oh, Daddy. Super-slow. But give it to me. I want your cock in my ass. More than anything.”
Where could she have learned all this? I eased in another two inches and my daughter pushed back at me for a little extra.
“How are you doing, honey?”
“Amazing,” she said, her voice squeaky. “More. I want more.”
I fucked her ass gently, not going any deeper yet, but sliding back and forth. My hands fondled her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and I noticed her own hand had started to rub her pussy. On the next stroke I went in further, maybe six inches in now, and immediately Ashley pushed hard against me – my cock went all the way in. My daughter squealed loudly, almost a scream, then quickly said, “It’s okay! It’s okay. Whew. Oh, wow, wow, oh fuck, wow , it’s okay.”
I fucked her ass, which was even tighter than her young cunt, almost too tight. But the more I fucked her, the more perfectly my cock fit, and I let go of her breasts to grab her thighs. I banged against her harder, my balls swinging. She had her head low, watching what was happening between her legs. My daughter reached out and grabbed my balls. I knew I couldn’t last long now.
“Honey, I . . . I . . . I . . .”
“Go, Daddy! Come in my ass! I want to feel your come in my ass. Come inside me!”
I tried to hold back, tried to relax, slowed what I was doing, but Ashley wouldn’t stop.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my ass with your big cock. All your come in your daughter’s ass!”
The pressure built and I gave her two more long thrusts. And that was it. With the first burst I drove my cock forward and pulled her thighs back and she squealed loudly.
“All of it!”
I spurted another huge shot of come into her. And again, her ass squeezing my cock, I came so hard I could almost hear it. I slowed down, but could still feel the come continue to flow in tiny spasms. My cock shrank back quickly and, when I pulled it out, white come streamed out of her.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, wondering if I was having a heart attack.
“Yeah, Daddy. Holy, holy shit,” she said, and laughed softly. “That, daddy, was fucking awesome.”
We flopped together on the bed and I almost fell off the narrow twin, but Ashley grabbed me.
“Careful, Daddy.”
“Ashley,” I gasped, “I want to know where you learned all that. But not now. I think I need to pass out. You are amazing. And a little scary.”
“Good night, daddy. I’ll tell you. No secrets. And besides, you owe me an orgasm. But you need some sleep.”
My little girl got up and pulled the covers over her old man’s old body. I glimpsed come dripping down her leg. She gave my cock a little pat, saying, “Bad boy.” She turned off the TV lesbians and the light and that’s all I remember.
“I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore,” she said. “Can we watch for a minute? Maybe a guy will show up.”
Ashley started to lie alongside, between me and the TV, but first I pulled off her pajamas. There wasn’t a lot of room on the twin bed. We settled into the two spoons position. I didn’t mind the break from masturbating, not when it meant I could touch her. I pressed my hard cock against her ass.
The women on the screen massaged each other’s breasts while their mouths worked. Fuck this morning’s rules about nothing sexual for two days. I draped a hand over Ashley’s breast and played with a nipple. She smelled like flowers, whatever kind was in the bath salts. Roses? I kissed her shoulder.
“You like watching women together?” I asked.
“Don’t you, Daddy?” she replied. “Yes, I do. I think it’s totally hot.”
“Have you ever . . .” I began to ask, but she started to rub her ass against my cock and I lost my train of thought. Unlike American soft porn, we got glimpses of tongues on clits.
“I loved when you licked my pussy, Daddy,” she said. My hard cock followed the lead of her dancing butt.
On TV the blonde, the woman on top, slid forward a little so the redhead could play with her asshole, but we couldn’t really see from this angle.
“Oh,” Ashley said. “That looks nice.”
While one hand continued to rub Ashley’s breast, I put a Vaselined finger at the rim of my daughter’s asshole and tickled it. Instead of flinching away, she pushed her ass towards my hand. I eased my finger in just a little and heard her hum a kind of “Mmm-hmm,” which sounded like a good thing.
“Really?” I asked.
“Mmm-hmm.”
I pushed my finger in further and her leg muscles tightened, then relaxed. Her ass pressed back and I gave her asshole more finger, moving it around.
“Yes, Daddy, like that. I like how it feels in my ass! In my ass!”
I gripped her breast more firmly. Moans came from the TV.
I fucked her asshole with most of my finger, surprised at how she seemed to enjoy it. My hard cock demanded attention. I pulled her so she was face down on the bed and climbed between her legs. I took my finger out of her asshole and she whimpered.
“No, Daddy, put it back.”
She leaned forward on her forearms and lifted her butt in the air. I slid my cock into her cunt. I reached down and took hold of her breasts, easily pushing my cock in deep.
“Daddy. Oh, Daddy. Put it in my ass. Please! I think I like it in my ass even more than my cunt. Just go slow. You’re so big, but please, please, please! In my ass!”
I was shocked, but had no good reason why. I pulled my erection out of her pussy and added a bit of Vaseline. Spreading her freckled ass cheeks just a little, her asshole beckoned from a triangle of pale skin on a tan butt. I pushed in my cock no more than an inch and I heard her gasp.
“Oh, Daddy. Super-slow. But give it to me. I want your cock in my ass. More than anything.”
Where could she have learned all this? I eased in another two inches and my daughter pushed back at me for a little extra.
“How are you doing, honey?”
“Amazing,” she said, her voice squeaky. “More. I want more.”
I fucked her ass gently, not going any deeper yet, but sliding back and forth. My hands fondled her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and I noticed her own hand had started to rub her pussy. On the next stroke I went in further, maybe six inches in now, and immediately Ashley pushed hard against me – my cock went all the way in. My daughter squealed loudly, almost a scream, then quickly said, “It’s okay! It’s okay. Whew. Oh, wow, wow, oh fuck, wow , it’s okay.”
I fucked her ass, which was even tighter than her young cunt, almost too tight. But the more I fucked her, the more perfectly my cock fit, and I let go of her breasts to grab her thighs. I banged against her harder, my balls swinging. She had her head low, watching what was happening between her legs. My daughter reached out and grabbed my balls. I knew I couldn’t last long now.
“Honey, I . . . I . . . I . . .”
“Go, Daddy! Come in my ass! I want to feel your come in my ass. Come inside me!”
I tried to hold back, tried to relax, slowed what I was doing, but Ashley wouldn’t stop.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my ass with your big cock. All your come in your daughter’s ass!”
The pressure built and I gave her two more long thrusts. And that was it. With the first burst I drove my cock forward and pulled her thighs back and she squealed loudly.
“All of it!”
I spurted another huge shot of come into her. And again, her ass squeezing my cock, I came so hard I could almost hear it. I slowed down, but could still feel the come continue to flow in tiny spasms. My cock shrank back quickly and, when I pulled it out, white come streamed out of her.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, wondering if I was having a heart attack.
“Yeah, Daddy. Holy, holy shit,” she said, and laughed softly. “That, daddy, was fucking awesome.”
We flopped together on the bed and I almost fell off the narrow twin, but Ashley grabbed me.
“Careful, Daddy.”
“Ashley,” I gasped, “I want to know where you learned all that. But not now. I think I need to pass out. You are amazing. And a little scary.”
“Good night, daddy. I’ll tell you. No secrets. And besides, you owe me an orgasm. But you need some sleep.”
My little girl got up and pulled the covers over her old man’s old body. I glimpsed come dripping down her leg. She gave my cock a little pat, saying, “Bad boy.” She turned off the TV lesbians and the light and that’s all I remember.
