Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.
Feature Writer: James
Feature Title: Popping Her Cherry
Published: 14.02.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Temptation, Incest
Popping Her Cherry
“Daddy?” my daughter Ashley began, “Are you sure this is okaaagghh.”
The end of her sentence garbled as I stuck my penis in her mouth.
“Shhhhh,” I said, cradling her head in my hands, “It’s alright baby. Just suck daddy’s cock now.”
I was laying on my side, pumping my hips ever so slightly to move my dick around inside my little girl’s mouth without choking her. As she sucked on my cock, she put a little patch of saliva on the underside of the head, rubbing it vigorously with her tongue, just like I’d taught her.
I had been sexually molesting my daughter pretty hardcore for almost a year at this point, but tonight was special. She had just had her ninth birthday two days earlier, and I had decided it was time to pop her cherry.
xxxxx
It had all started when my ex-wife showed up at my place about two years ago, our then seven-year-old daughter in tow. She looked like hell, so it didn’t surprise me all that much when she said she’d been going through some hard times, and couldn’t take proper care of Ashley. She asked if she could leave her with me for a while.
“For how long?” I inquired.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Just until I get back on my feet. It shouldn’t be more than a couple of months.”
So she left Ashley with me, and I haven’t heard from her since.
I hadn’t seen my little girl since she was a baby when her mother left me. She had grown into a pretty little girl. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and full pouty lips, just like her mother. When I looked at her it was hard not to feel a swell of pride, knowing that some of my DNA went into making that. I lived in a small studio apartment with only one bed. Since she didn’t have a nightgown, and I had always slept naked anyway, we just slept in the same bed with no clothes on. I figured it would be okay. I mean, she was my daughter. It’s not like I was gonna fuck her, right?
In such close quarters I had many occasions to see her naked, and sometimes the sight of her lithe little body, with her smooth hairless pussy, and tight, round little ass, would give me a raging hard-on. I would just chalk it up to a basic biological response, and dismiss it.
As the months passed we settled into a routine of work for me, and school for her. I kept her well-fed, so by the time she turned eight, she wasn’t as skinny as when she’d first arrived, and in fact, she’d even grown a couple of inches taller. Everything seemed to be going well, and other than sleeping naked in the same bed, we had a pretty normal father/daughter relationship.
Then came the night that all that changed. Forever.
I had been having some kind of sex dream and awoke to find myself spooning Ashley, and rubbing my hard cock between her tender little ass cheeks. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ I asked myself, but her warm little body pressed against me, and her soft, smooth little ass rubbing on my cock felt so good. I don’t know what I was thinking.
I guess I wasn’t thinking, because instead of getting up and going into the bathroom to jack off, like I should have done, I slid my hand down her soft belly, and started playing with her vagina. I had thought that nothing could feel softer than my baby’s ass up against my hard cock, until my hand touched the velvety smoothness of her sweet, virginal little pussy. As my fingers rubbed her pubic mound, and her tiny clitoris she moaned in her sleep. I pushed my fingers down into the tiny folds of her pussy to find that she was already wet.
Suddenly she stirred.
“Daddy?” she asked groggily, still half asleep, “Why are you touching my private area?”
“Pussy baby,” I explained, “Daddy calls it your pussy.”
“Well then,” she asked, “Why are you touching my pussy?”
“Because I love you, and want to make you feel good.” I whispered in her ear, as I slid my fingers, now wet with her pussy juice, up to rub her clit some more, “Does that feel good baby?” I asked, rubbing slow delicate circles over her clitoris.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, smiling, and blushing.
As I played with her moist little pussy, I was still rubbing my cock between her tight ass cheeks.
Then she asked, “Why are you rubbing your wiener on my butt?”
“Cock,” I corrected her, “It’s daddy’s hard cock.”
“Okay,” she said in that adorable way that only an eight-year-old can, “Why are you rubbing your hard cock on my butt?”
I had slipped my other arm from underneath the pillow where my head had lain, slid it under the pit of her outstretched arm, and folded it around her body, pulling her in tight against my chest.
I put my mouth next to her ear, and whispered, “‘Cause that’s what makes Daddy feel good baby.”
‘What are you doing!’ I suddenly screamed inside my head, ‘You’re playing with your daughter’s pussy, and dry-humping her ass.’
But just as I had so easily dismissed the hard-ons I’d gotten from looking at Ashley’s body, I now dismissed the voice of reason, that was trying to pull me back from the brink. As I rubbed my shaft faster against the velvety smooth skin of her tight little ass, I increased the speed with which I massaged her little mound. With each stroke between her tender cheeks, the underside of my head rubbed the small of her back, and I could feel myself getting closer, and closer to orgasm.
‘What are you going to do?’ I demanded of myself, ‘Cum on her?” but I brushed this aside as well.
By now we were both breathing hard, and Ashley was moaning on her out breaths, and hissing as she inhaled. I slid my fingers back down into her wet little slit, and she parted he thighs slightly to admit me, which just turned me on even more. I drew some of the thick, slick liquid from between her pink swollen lips with my fingers, and used it as lube to rub her tiny pulsing clitoris.
‘Okay, just stop,’ the voice in my head insisted, as I tried to get control of myself, ‘You can’t do this. Just stop!’
I didn’t stop, however, on the contrary, I increased the pace, rubbing her little yum button in a frenzy.
“Oooo-ssss-oooo-ssss-oooo-ssss-oooo-ssss,” she breathed as my precum made a slick trail between her ass cheeks for my cock to slide on.
With a mixture of horror and lust, I realized that there was no turning back. I was gonna cum on my eight-year-old daughter’s back, and god help me, I was gonna love it.
Suddenly I felt her little body shudder against me, and she started calling out, “Oh God, Daddy. Oh God, Daddy. Oh God!” with a tone of fear. the fear of not quite knowing what is happening to her.
I, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening to her. I could feel the cum flowing out of her, as I rubbed my fingers furiously from her creamy little hole to her tiny clit. Her little body shuddered, and writhed against me, as she groaned, and panted, cumming hard.
So much precum had leaked out of me that I was able to smoothly slide my cock across her butt crack almost as fast as I was rubbing her pussy. I could feel a familiar pressure, and I knew I was about to cum any minute. Ashley was still cumming, and as my fingers worked her to a new height, she suddenly hugged the arm I was holding her with, squeezing tightly, as she cried,
“OOOOHHGOOOODDAAAAADDYY!” her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
That was all I could take.
“Uuugghhh!” I grunted as the sperm came rocketing out of me, splashing between us.
I cupped her sopping wet pussy in my hand, pulling her in closer to me, as I too began to shake.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” we moaned in unison, as we lay there cumming together, and holding on to each other tight.
She was cumming so hard that it flowed between my fingers, running down her thigh, and as the semen kept shooting rhythmically out of my cock, we both shuddered.
I felt as though a light exploded in my head, and for a brief moment, I knew what life was all about. It was about this moment. This golden, perfect, eternal moment. At that moment, I felt all the joy, and pain of every person that had ever had, or ever would have an orgasm. I seemed to hear a tiny whisper that I somehow knew was the muffled echo of billions of lovers all crying out in ecstasy.
“Oooooo,” she cooed softly, as the last of her orgasm sent a final little shudder through her body, and as I shot my last few bursts of spunk, I suddenly realized that I’d never cum that much in my life.
My hand started to rub her clit again, but then her hand shot down, pushing me away.
“No, Daddy,” she whimpered.
I pulled my hand away instantly, and as I heard her start to cry quietly, her little body shaking gently to her sobs, I suddenly realized that her poor little clitoris must be ultra-sensitive after such a powerful orgasm. I squeezed her tight and rubbed her belly.
“Shhhhh,” I soothed, “It’s okay baby girl. don’t cry. You’re Daddy’s good little girl.”
“Yeah?” she sniffed, her tears drying up.
“Oh, yeah,” I cooed in a breathy voice, “Daddy loves his good little girl.”
She stopped crying, and smiled shyly to herself, as we both tried to recover our breath. As we lay there gasping, covered in sweat, and cum, my mind was overcome with conflicting emotions. I had just molested my sweet innocent little girl.
I felt like the scum of the earth, but at the same time, as I held her hot, wet little body close to me, a thick layer of my cum oozing between us, I knew that I’d never been happier, or more content in my whole life. As our breathing returned to normal, my reverie of bliss and self-loathing was suddenly interrupted when Ashley held her hand up for me to see, and asked.
“What’s this, Daddy?”
Apparently, when she’d thrust her hand down between her legs her fingers had slipped into her wet little gash, coating them with a thick layer of her hot, sticky cum. My mind raced as I stared at the copious amount of pussy juice dripping from her fingers. How should I explain this to an eight-year-old?
“Well,” I said, thinking fast, “That’s your happy juice.”
“Happy juice?” she asked, turning her head to look at me.
“That’s right sweetie.”
I began, as she turned her head back to examine the thick cum on her fingers.
“Whenever your pussy feels good, it makes happy juice,” I explained, as I removed my hand from her belly, and gently grasped her wrist, guiding her hand toward my mouth.
She didn’t resist, but she turned her head back to look at me again, clearly wondering what I was gonna do. As I closed my lips around her tiny fingers, the taste of her sweet little pussy caused me to shut my eyes, and make little yummy sounds. Her cum was like nectar, and as I licked, and sucked it from her tiny fingers, she watched mesmerized.
I pulled her fingers from my mouth with a loud sucking smack, and as I looked down on her, smiling, I couldn’t help but think, ‘Wow, forbidden fruit is the sweetest.’
She wrinkled her nose at me.
“What does it taste like?”
“Well,” I said, and as I pondered how best to explain it, I released her wrist.
She pulled her hand down to join its companion, tightly hugging my arm.
“Well, it’s kind of like,” I began, resting my other hand on her hip, “Well it’s like,” I started again, then stopped, trying to think of the best way to describe it. Then it occurred to me that there was a much easier way. “Here, I’ll just show you,” I said, slipping my hand off her hip, and sliding it down between her legs.
I rubbed my finger into her swollen little slit, scooping some of her thick cum from the entrance of her tight little hole, and as I raised it to her mouth, she grabbed my hand. She sniffed it dubiously, then turned her head round, and gave me a quizzical look.
“Go ahead,” I encouraged.
She turned back to my finger, then shrugged, and took the tip into her mouth, sucking it gently. As her tongue played over my finger, licking her juice off, I began to imagine what that sucking little mouth, and that agile, darting little tongue could do to the head of my cock. I had started to go flaccid, but now I had a raging hard-on again. I decided that was enough of that, and as I quickly pulled my finger out of her mouth, it made a little popping sound, causing my cock to twitch.
“Well?” I asked, “What does it taste like?”
“I don’t know,” she said, seeming to think about it for a second, “It tastes kinda funny.”
“Do you think it tastes bad?” I asked, rubbing my hand on her belly.
“No, not bad,” she said in a measured tone, sounding very precocious to me at that moment, “Just different.”
She laid her head down and was quiet for a moment, but then she started moving her little body against me.
“Well, what’s that?” she asked as she rubbed my cum into our skin.
“That’s Daddy’s happy juice,” I answered.
She was quiet for another moment.
“When Daddy’s hard cock feels good, it squirts happy juice?”
“That’s right baby,” I replied, kissing her on the neck, and rubbing her belly.
She seemed to ponder this for a moment.
“So, did I make Daddy’s cock feel good?”
“Oh yes,” I answered, kissing her all over her neck, “You made daddy’s cock feel good.”
She squeezed my arm.
“I’m glad, Daddy,” she sighed, “You made my pussy feel good too.”
As we lay there together quietly, I almost couldn’t believe that we’d done all that under the blanket. What was gonna happen now? I wondered. ‘You crossed the line buddy boy.’ I said to myself, feeling anxious about how I was going to handle this situation moving forward. ‘First things first.’ I told myself, ‘I’ve got to get up, and wash this cum off of us.’
“Ashley,” I whispered, but she was already sound asleep.
I wanted to get us cleaned up, but I didn’t want to wake her, and I felt so warm, and comfortable under the blanket, with her soft sleeping form pressed up against me. ‘Fuck it!’ I said to myself as I started to nod off, ‘I’ll deal with it in the morning.’
I was going to have to deal with everything in the morning.
THE END
Mmmmmmm! Beautifully written!
I’m sad this is the end. To see their breeding and it’s consequences would be beautiful.
James – have you any more stories published?
PLEASE say YES!
This was James’ debut … maybe he could be encouraged to write more?
Popping Her Cherry Pt2
The strange buzzing sound in my head finally resolved itself into the sound of my alarm clock, as I slowly began to wake up. I was a little surprised to find that I had an erection. As I blinked, slowly coming more fully into consciousness, I realized why. The blanket had somehow been kicked off in the night, and as I looked down from where I lay, on my back, I could see Ashley sprawled out across me.
Her head lay on one side of my chest, and her arm was stretched out over the other, her delicate little hand dangling over my shoulder. One leg was pressed up against me, while the other straddled my lap, her soft thigh resting on my hard cock. Despite her body laying across me, she had never done that before, I still hoped, no, prayed, that it had all been some kind of crazy dream, but as I looked down at her naked body I saw the dull glisten of my dried cum on her back, and knew that it had been no dream. With a sinking feeling I thought, ‘It’s a fucking nightmare.’
Before now, Ashley, and I had always stayed on our respective sides of the bed. It was like an unspoken law that we had both adhered to. As I looked at her tight naked body sprawled across me, I supposed that after what I had done with her last night, all bets were off. ‘Jesus Christ!’ I thought to myself, ‘What have you done?’
I just lay there for a few moments, as the alarm clock kept blaring in the background, trying to think of some course of action that would fix this situation. I was so distracted by my anxious mental activity that it took me a minute to realize that I had been absently picking at the dried cum on Ashley’s back, which came off in flakes, like dead skin.
The alarm finally got my attention, and I knew that I didn’t have time to lay there thinking about it. I had to get Ashley off to school, and myself to work. I rolled her off of me, and then got up, and turned the alarm off. When I turned back around, she was stretching, and yawning. She looked up at me through half closed eyes, and smiled.
“Good morning daddy.” she said so sweetly that it made me feel even more guilty about what I’d done, if that were even possible.
“C’mon baby.” I snapped. “We’ve got to get you cleaned up, and ready for school.”
I hurried to the bathroom, and turned the shower on. When I came back her feet were on the floor, but she was still yawning, and wiping the sleep from her eyes.
“C’mon sweetie,” I said clapping my hands, “Pick up the pace. We’ve got to get in the shower.”
She got up, and marched groggily toward the bathroom. I followed behind her, hurrying her along.
All things considered, the last place I needed to be was naked in a shower with her, but there simply wasn’t time for two showers, and besides, I wanted to make sure that she got good, and clean. I tried to touch her as little as possible, which was not easy given the size of our shower. I made sure that she washed between her her legs thoroughly, and I’m sure that I scrubbed her back much more than necessary, but guilt can do strange things to a person.
I felt like Lady Mac Beth. “The blood, it won’t wash off.” Of course, in my case it was cum, but the principle’s the same. I tried not to stare, or react to her wet little naked body so close to me, but the more I tried, the more my body defied me. As I watched her rinsing herself, the water running down her smooth, perfect skin, my penis became hard as a rock. Ashley turned off the water, and as she turned around, she looked at my dick, and said, “Ooo daddy, your cock is hard.”
My cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment, as I tried to ignore what a turn on it was to have her eyes looking at my hard, naked cock. She suddenly snapped her fingers, as if she’d just gotten an idea, and then she turned around, and stuck out her tight little prepubescent ass.
“Do you want to rub it on my butt, and make happy juice daddy?” she offered sweetly.
‘Oh, Jesus Christ!’ I thought to myself. I knew that I’d fucked up, but as my sweet, innocent little daughter offered up her round, perfect little ass for me to rub my cock on, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, it began to dawn on me exactly how bad I’d fucked up. Why had I said all that dumb shit, and how was I gonna undo that damage? I had neither the time, nor the capability to of dealing with it at that moment, so I just said, “No honey, we don’t have time. I have to go to work, and we need to get you to school.”
I stepped out of the shower, and retrieved towels for both of us, and as soon as I thought I was dry enough, I retreated to the kitchen to make breakfast. We both dressed, and ate in record time, and as soon as we had washed the dishes, I looked at the clock, and realized we still had a few minutes, so I sat her down for a little chat.
“Ashley,” I began, “We need to talk about what we did last night.”
“That was fun daddy.” she interrupted, giggling.
“Uh, yeah,” I said nervously, “The thing is, you can’t tell anybody about what we did.”
She looked puzzled, “Why not daddy?”
SHIT! She was naturally inquisitive, of course she’s gonna ask why. “Well because,” I started, practically making it up as I went, “It’s top secret daddy/daughter stuff, and I need you to keep it on the D.L.” She seemed to ponder this for a moment. I took her by the shoulders, and she looked up at me, her beautiful baby blues reflecting pure love, and trust. “Can I count on you?” I asked firmly.
Her face suddenly became very serious, as she nodded slowly, and said, “Yes daddy. you can count on me. I won’t tell anybody. I won’t even tell Jannie.”
Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Jannie was her best friend from school. If she wouldn’t even tell Jannie, then our secret was safe. For the moment. I didn’t bother telling her that I could go to jail, and she could end up in foster care if she told. I didn’t have time to explain it, and besides, I’d already put enough “adult” stuff on her shoulders without adding all that. Once I got Ashley off to school, I went to work, but I was pretty useless for most of the day. I just kept thinking about my hard cock against her smooth skin, the feeling of her velvety soft, prepubescent pussy under my fingers, and wondering how I let this happen. The more I thought about it, the more I started to come to some uncomfortable conclusions.
First there was the whole sleeping together naked thing. What in god’s name had ever made me think that was a good idea? In all the time she’d been living with me, I couldn’t have bought her a night gown? or at least made her wear panties to bed? As the day wore on, I settled into this weird dialogue, with the emotional, more lusty part of myself, bringing up the pros of sex play with Ashley, using words like “love”, “affection”, and “tenderness”. While the rational, more ethical side of me, argued the cons, adding words like “incest”, “molestation”, and “sex-crime” to the conversation. It started to become clear to me that I had been setting myself up for this all along.
The times when I had gotten a hard-on looking at her body? Well, it’s not as if I had immediately turned away. No, in fact, often times I had stared at her tiny, naked form for a few minutes, rubbing my crotch, as I imagined what her fresh, young pussy must taste like. On those nights, after Ashley had gone to sleep, I would go into the bathroom, and jack-off. I would drive myself to orgasm thinking about spreading her small thighs, and licking her tender little slit. I’d visualize putting my cock in her tiny mouth, and finally, penetrating the thick lips of her perfect little vagina, as she screamed, “Fuck me daddy!” Then, as I’d ejaculate, I’d picture my semen squirting all over her body, and face, and I’d see myself rubbing the last few drops of sperm on her beautiful little dick sucking lips. Afterwards, feeling guilty, I’d slip quietly back into bed, consoling myself with, “Well it’s not like I’d actually do it.”
On the drive home that afternoon, after having faced my own sexual perversion, the only question on my mind was, “Now what?” I knew that I loved my little girl, maybe more then I’d ever loved anyone, and I didn’t want to hurt her, but I really couldn’t determine if it wasn’t already too late. When I got home Ashley was laying on the bed doing her homework, ‘Of course.’ I chuckled to myself. When I had called her my “good little girl”, that had not been idle pillow talk. She really was. She never had to be told to do her homework, or brush her teeth, or anything. She knew what to do, and she just did it. In fact, she was so easy to get along with that in some ways it was more like having a roommate, than a kid. Hell, for that matter, I’d had roommates that weren’t as dependable. She sure didn’t get that from her mother, who had always been kind of a flake.
“Hi daddy.” she said as I walked in the door.
I walked over, and kissed her on the forehead saying, “How’s my little girl?”
“Glad to see her big, strong daddy.” she replied sweetly.
It was like a ritual that we’d developed. She would greet me as I came in. I would kiss her forehead, and ask how she was. she would tell me how glad she was to see me, and then I’d go into the kitchenette to start dinner. Tonight was no exception. We had our dinner, took our showers, and then watched some television, just like normal. As bed time approached, I almost told her to wear panties to bed, but then she’d ask why, and that would start a conversation I wasn’t sure I was ready for. I was hoping that if I didn’t say anything that we could just put it behind us, and get back to normal. Strangely enough, that seemed to work. The rest of the week went by smoothly, as we went about our routine like nothing had happened.
That weekend she stayed at her friend Jannie’s house. Although it was kind of lonely without her, it was nice to have the place to myself, plus I was still a little nervous about having too much alone time with her. The next week began, and Ashley still hadn’t said anything about our little “incident”, which was fine with me. As the week wore on, I started to think that maybe everything was gonna be alright. Until that Friday when I walked in the door, and Ashley was sitting on the edge of the bed with her skirt up, and her panties off. She was rubbing her little pussy, and panting softly.
‘SHIT!’ I thought to myself, “You should have seen this coming.’ “Hi daddy.” she said, a little out of breath, not making any attempt to cover herself. She didn’t even stop playing with her pussy.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, and her eyes went wide in surprise.
“I-I-I” she stuttered, not sure what to make of my tone. “I was just trying to make my pussy feel good.” she said, looking down between her legs. “But I’m not as good at it as you.” she looked up at me, and then asked, “Can you help me make happy juice daddy?” still rubbing herself.
“No!” I snapped, “And you shouldn’t be doing that.”
I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, as she sobbed, “Why not daddy?”
I felt like a complete ass. I was angry at myself for what I’d done, and had inadvertently taken it out on her. ‘Goddamn it!’ I said to myself, ‘It’s not her fault. You’re the adult. You’re the one that started all this.’ I walked over, and sat down on the bed next to her, taking her into my arms, “Ssshhh, It’s okay baby,” I said, cradling her head on my shoulder, as she put her arms around me. “I’m sorry, daddy shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” I rubbed her back, rocking her gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” I went on, “You’re daddy’s good little girl.”
With a sniff, and an “okay daddy.” she stopped crying.
It both amazed, and frightened me that I had so much power over her emotions. One harsh word from me, and she’d start crying, but if I just held her, and spoke soothingly, she’d stop crying instantly. I glanced down, and noticed that her skirt had fallen down covering her. ‘Thank god.’ I thought, and then did a little mental double take, and thought, ‘Why are you looking at her crotch anyway, you fucking pervert?’ As soon as I’d come in the door, and saw her sitting there with her legs spread, I’d gotten a hard-on. Maybe that’s why I had snapped at her. It was as if for a moment, I had thought she was tempting me.
The last couple of weeks I had managed to do pretty good. Yeah, a few times I had woken up, and wanted to touch her, but I had just gone to the bathroom, and taken care of it. I hadn’t laid a hand on her in lust since that night, and I had foolishly thought that if I just ignored the problem, it would go away. The sight of her delicate little hand rubbing her naked pussy had shattered that delusion. I guess that was another thing that had set me off.
“Why shouldn’t I rub my pussy?” she asked suddenly.
I mentally kicked myself in the head for teaching her to call her vagina a “pussy”. “Well sweetie,” I began measuring my words carefully. After all, I didn’t want to teach her that masturbation was wrong. I wanted her to know that it was natural, and healthy, but at the same time, I didn’t want her to do it in front of me. “Daddy misspoke, there’s nothing wrong with touching yourself.” I took her head off my shoulder, and leaned back a little so I could see her face. “But it’s something you should do in private.”
She seemed to think about this for a moment, and then she said, “But I’m home. It’s just you, and me here daddy.”
I took a deep breath, half wishing that I could just say, “The sight of your sweet little pussy makes daddy want to put his cock in you, and that’s just sick, and wrong.” But there was no way that I was going there, so instead I said, “Well happy juice can be really messy baby, so it’s better if you do that in the bathroom.”
She pondered, and then asked, “Should I sit on the toilet?”
I smiled, and nodded, “That’s right pumpkin, or when you’re in the shower, that’s fine too.”
She smiled back at me, and said, “Okay daddy.” in a tone that suggested that this made sense to her.
I sighed thinking, ‘You really dodged a bullet with that one.’ So everything went back to normal, except for the fact that Ashley started taking longer in the shower, but considering the alternatives, that was fine with me. I usually took my shower first, and sometimes afterward, when I knew she was in there pleasuring herself, I would stroke my cock to orgasm, the thought of us both cumming at the same time making for some real power shots. As long as the bathroom door stayed between us, I figured it would be okay. I always came, and got cleaned up long before she finished her shower, so you can imagine my surprise when one night just as I was about to shoot my load, I opened my eyes to see Ashley standing in front of me, a towel wrapped around her wet, naked body, and smiling as she watched me.
“You’re making your cock feel really good, aren’t you daddy?” she asked sweetly. For some reason that nasty observation, made in her innocent way, drove me over the edge. I grunted loudly, as a thick ribbon of cum shot out of me so hard that it actually hit me on the chin.
“Uuuhh, uuuhh.” I moaned to the rhythm of my jizz rocketing out of the end of my cock, and landing on my chest.
“Wow daddy,” she said with awe in her voice, “Look at all that happy juice.” Her voice was almost like another hand on my cock, causing my orgasm to finish with much more intensity than usual. Where normally those last few squirts would have just weakly spit out, landing on my hand, I let out a long moan, as they pumped out with almost as much force as the first blast.
“Uuuuuuuuhhhhh.” escaped my lips with a shudder, as the cum gushed out of me, landing on my chest, and belly. Even after the last of my sperm left me, I kept pumping the shaft, as one more powerful surge of pleasure emanated from my cock, and spread through my whole body. I fell backward on the bed, still stroking myself, and I was rewarded for my efforts by a quick burst every few seconds, as if my cock were still trying to cum. As the feeling began to fade, I lay gasping, giving my shaft a few more slow pumps. My mind was blank in the afterglow, almost completely unaware of my surroundings. Hell, if you had asked me my name at that moment, I probably couldn’t have told you.
I suddenly became aware of Ashley’s body on the bed next to me. I opened my eyes just wide enough to see that she had removed her towel, and now sat next to my prone body stark naked. She was staring wide eyed at the cock in my hand, and the cum on my body, seeming awed, and fascinated by what she had just witnessed.
“I want to see what your happy juice tastes like daddy.” she whispered playfully.
I couldn’t even think of how to protest, much less do anything to stop her, so I just lay there passively as she scooped a big glob of sperm off of my chest with her finger, and popped it into her mouth.
“Mmmmmm,” she cooed, sucking her finger, and then pulling it out with a little smack, saying, “It tastes really good daddy.”
She started surveying my cum splattered body with a greedy eye, and then asked, “Can I eat it all?”
At that point I just gave up. “Sure honey,” I sighed in resignation, “Go ahead.”
Her lithe little body crawled over me, as she dipped her head down, and started gobbling up my cum. She would put her lips to my skin, sucking up the thick sperm, and then lick off the remaining semen. As she worked her way up my chest, my cock, which had started to become flaccid in my hand, was suddenly rock hard again. She licked, and sucked my seed into her mouth, swallowing as she went, and I thought, ‘Now you’ve done it.’ She licked the last little bit off my chin, and then kissed me on the mouth. It was just a little peck, but it surprised me. She laid across my chest, resting her chin on her hands. “Thanks daddy, that was yummy.” she said, sounding happy as a clam.
We lay there for a moment, and then I got curious, and asked, “Why did you get out of the shower so soon?”
She just kind of shrugged, and said, “I didn’t feel like rubbing my pussy then.”
I arched an eyebrow, “Then?” I asked, “So, what? You do now?”
She had been laying kind of sideways across my chest, with her legs on the bed, but now she drew her legs over, and straddled my thigh. “Well,” she said, rubbing her little pussy against me, “I was kinda hoping..” she trailed off, blushing, and looking away.
“What is it baby?” I asked, feeling a bit nervous.
She bit her lip, and then whispered, “Can you rub my pussy for me daddy?”
My thigh suddenly felt damp, as she wiggled her hips. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea Ashley.” I sighed, feeling stupid for having said it almost as soon as it left my mouth. I had just ejaculated in front of her, and let her eat the cum off of me. Was playing with her pussy again really gonna fuck her up any worse?
“Why not daddy?” she pleaded. “Don’t you love me?”
Oh shit! That night when she’d asked me why I was touching her, I had said, “Because I love you, and want to make you feel good.” I should have known that one was gonna come back to bite me on the ass. “Of course I love you baby.” I said quickly, taking her face in my hands, and looking her in the eyes. “Daddy loves you very, very much Ashley. No matter what happens, I will always love you. Don’t forget that.”
“I love you too daddy.” she said, sounding reassured, but no less determined to get her pussy played with. Watching me shoot my load, and then eating my cum must have made her really horny, because she was practically begging when she said, “Please rub my pussy daddy.” Straddling my thigh as she was, her belly was pressed against my throbbing cock, and her little pussy was getting so wet that it was dripping onto my leg.
“I don’t know..” I started to protest, but she cut me off with, “I won’t tell anyone, and you can rub your cock on my butt. Please daddy.” I was at a loss for words, so I just held her head against my chest with one hand, and caressed her back with the other. “I love you so much baby,” I whispered, my
Hail James!
My fucking god, you’re a very good writer; Tatiana and I neglected reading your first fucking installment of this amazing fucking story; fucking believe me, we’re now excited to get started in retrospect.
It’s very god-damned refreshing to read an author with your polish and talent; thanks James.
Hail God Satan!