Cowgirl Rides Again
By Gunga Dick

We'd had a great day. The Southern California weather had even cooperated. The temperature had remained in the low eighties, the air had that quality to it. You know, just below eye watering, throat burning, wheezing, let's-sit-and-rest-for-a-moment-this-oxygen-tank-is-getting-heavy type of day.

At the zoo, some animals had actually deigned to grace us with their presence. I didn't have to hold Samantha high up in the air and say things like, "you see that little piece of brown stuff over there. No that's a turd. Over there closer to the rock. Well that's the tip of the lion's tail. Uh-hun, that is exciting." Even the fucking Panda had been out, well actually we don't use the word fucking to describe a Panda, because no one has ever proven they actually do!

Then we went to see the latest Disney movie. There were lots of animals in that too and every few seconds Sam would say, "Daddy, we saw one just like that at the zoo." And the little kids sitting around us looked upon her like a god. One little kid leaned over and asked, "Were the lions really outside?" And Sam, basking in the adoration, went on to describe all the animals that had been outside, even the asexual Panda.

To top the day off, we went to Chucky Cheese's. I know, I know, sainthood can't be far behind. She smacked a bunch of gophers on the head, and we tossed and rolled a number of balls. We even ate some pizza or maybe it was the box. Sometimes I can't tell the difference.

Home at last. I was pooped. My ankles hurt, my legs were sore, even my butt ached. I could have dropped off right then and there. Samantha had that glassy eyed, flushed face, vibrating muscle look of the 'can I stay up late' child. We bargained for a while and I told her she had to take her bath now and then we'd bring it to the table again. I made sure the bath was nice and hot.

Samantha was never one of those 'toss me a few toys and I'll be in the tub til dawn' type of kids. She liked to get in, wash, and get out. Or actually, she like to get in, sit for a while, and then get out. So, even at the age of six, we would 'assist' her in her bathing. I told her to get out of her clothes and to go get a clean pair of pajamas for when she was done. She came back naked with her favorite 'Sailor Moon' pajamas. I'd seen her naked a thousand times, but this was the first time my mind turned to sex as I looked at her hairless genitalia. Six is that age when a lot of transitions occur. They're in their first year of real school. Their personalities are developing rapidly and you begin to realize what sort of person your child will become. They stop using so many baby names for things and their interests expand from drawing with crayons to cutting out things and pasting them into a 'collage', which is sort of redundant since 'collage' is French for 'pasting-things-together' so we should just say cutting things out and making a 'pasting-things-together' thing or whatever.

This is also when their bodies begin to change. They lose that cherub look and start to gain definition. Their bodies grow so quickly that all that baby fat just stretches upwards. Sam had never been fat, but she wasn't thin either, just sort of average I guess. She had the cutest little rounded tush. That's not just my opinion either. On many an occasion some strange lady in a mall or other public place would ask, "Is that your daughter?" and then would go on to say, "She has the cutest little tush!"

Anyway, there she stood, naked. Her cute little round tush sticking out back. She still had enough baby fat that there were fleshy little mounds on her chest where her breasts would some day be, and her cunt pouted out front. Her cunt didn't have that flat to the contours of her crotch aspect, it was more of a rounded sticking out you can fit your hand around my mound kind of quality. If you ever wanted to do that that is. And at the moment, that's the thought that was going through my mind. I shook my head and lifted her into the bath. I guided her through the let's-put-some-soap on that wash cloth stage and encouraged her to reach places heretofore unknown to soap and water - behind the ears, the back of the arms, anything below the knees. We would usually have to help her clean her butt. She didn't seem to be able to reach in there and do a good job. I would have her assume the position, which was on all fours, with butt sticking up in the air and run the cloth between her cheeks. This time I couldn't help but notice how her cunt stuck out between her upper thighs. She usually stayed in that position so that we could then wash her hair. I kept glancing back at that inviting slit and my cock responded equally.

I stood her up, rinsed her off, and let the water run out of the tub. I grabbed a big fluffy towel and started drying her off. I was kneeling by the side of the tub and my cock was rubbing against it. I pressed harder and it felt pretty good. I picked her up and set her down on the bathroom rug. I tried to keep her back to me or the towel between us. But, I had to put the towel down to help her slide into her pajamas and I looked up to see her staring at the bulge in my pants.

"Daddy, why is your pee-pee big?" she inquired. "Is it because you have to use the toilet again?"

What a bright girl. Ask and embarrassing question and supply an appropriate answer at the same time. Oh, she would become quite the woman.

"That's right, sweetie."

We stood there facing each other for a moment. I, waiting for her to leave. She, apparently waiting for me to whip it out and urinate. I turned her around, patted her cute little tush, and sent her out to choose a book for me to read to her. I closed, and locked, the bathroom door and fumbled with my zipper. It took fewer than twenty strokes before jets of white cum splattered into the sink. I placed a hand on the sink and leaned forward, breathing heavily. 'Jesus! Get a hold of yourself' I said to myself. I looked down and realized I already had. This was getting weird on more than one level. I would have to find a way to deal with this.

I read to her from her current favorite, a book about a young magician who gets into strange and weird dilemmas. I tucked her in and went to my room. I was exhausted. It was only nine o'clock and here I was stripping down to go to bed. My head had barely hit the pillow when a tiny voice said, "I miss mommy!"

I rolled over and looked at Sam standing by the edge of the bed. She was holding her favorite stuffed elephant and looked like she was about to cry.

"I know, honey," I commiserated. "So do I!"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" she pouted.

She hardly ever asked to do that, usually only when she was ill. So, I patted the bed and she climbed in, dragging her usual sex partner with her. I rolled back over and she snuggled up to my naked back. The elephant was between us and his fuzzy coat was irritating. I figured she would soon drift off to sleep and I would then remove the irritation. I must have dozed off first, because the next thing I remember was being awakened by a strange noise. The bedside clock said ten o'clock. I listened and realized that it was Sam that was making the noise. She was humming to herself. I then realized that the bed had a rhythmic motion to it and realized she was riding the elephant. I stifled a snicker and lay there listening to her rapture. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached her climax and then the motion and the humming stopped. Within a minute, the silence was broken by a tiny snore. I smiled and soon drifted off myself.

I had strange dreams that night. I dreamt of hunting lions from atop elephants. I hunted with this huge fleshy spear. The lions would all run away and from the rear I could see these fleshy, protruding labia. I would throw my spear, but I always seemed to miss. Then finally, I dreamt of my wife. I dreamt of fucking her. The dream seemed so real. Then I realized I was awake and I could hear Sam twittering and could feel Sam's hand on my cock. Or was I still dreaming? I lie still for a moment, feeling her small hand stroking slowly up and down. If this was real, she was pretty good. Then I heard her speak, "Oooh, look Nosie." Nosie was the name of her elephant. "There's more stuff coming out."

Jesus, this wasn't a dream. I was about to sit up and say something when she said, "Do you want to taste it this time? No! Okay, I'll taste it again."

I felt a warm moistness pass over the head of my cock and my eyes shot open. Sam was kneeling at my waist. The sheets had been kicked off during the night. Something Leslie always complains about. Sam knelt there with her trusty sidekick standing by her side. Her right hand was on my cock and she was raising her head away from my little one. Her lips smacked a couple of times and she told Nosie, "It doesn't taste like medicine!"

Her eyes traveled past Nosy and she saw me watching her. Her eyebrows shot up and looking away she sheepishly said, "Morning, daddy."

"Morning, Samie," I replied, "what are you doing?"

We both damn well knew what she was doing, but I had to ask.

"I was just looking at your pee-pee, Daddy!"

"I see that," I replied. "Didn't we already talk about this. How would you feel if daddy played with your pee-pee without asking?"

Man, was that a poor choice of words. Her face lit up like it was Christmas.

"Would you, daddy?" she asked.

"No, Sam!" I answered aghast at her question. "I wouldn't!"

She turned a pouting face away from me and went back to exploring my prick. She started stroking again and I suddenly realized how close I was to cuming. In quick succession, I reached out a hand and started to warn her about what was coming. She had leant forward, tongue extended, to swipe at another clear drop of fluid. And finally, my cock gave its best impression of Mount St. Helens. The first spurt went into her mouth and she pulled away quickly. The second, third , and fourth hit her square in the face. And the last few just sort of bubbled out and oozed onto her hand.

She turned a wide eyed and stunned looking face to me. Strands of cum adorned her face, from forehead to chin. I watched her throat work as she swallowed what was in her mouth. A strange look crossed her face. Her tongue poked out of her mouth and took a swipe at a strand of cum that hung from her upper lip. Suddenly she smiled and her tongue went to work dragging cum into her mouth. She was like a kid licking melted ice cream. I couldn't believe my eyes. The sight of her doing that was so erotically charged that my cock changed direction in mid deflation and swelled back up.

Sam watched as it swelled in her hand and she giggled.

"That feels funny, daddy!" she chimed. She bent forward and licked at the cum that was still oozing from the tip of my cock. I took my first breath in what seemed like an hour and I moaned.

Sam looked up quickly, thinking she had hurt me, but she realized that it was a moan of pleasure and she bent back down to her task. I saw her wrap her lips around the head of my cock and her cheeks caved in as she tried to suck more cum out of it. I threw my head back. The sensation was indescribable, so I won't try. I finally reached out and pulled her away from my cock.

"Enough, Sam. Enough!"

Sam giggled at the choked up sound of my voice. She then took our encounter to the next level. Sam threw a leg across my pelvis and sat astride my newly rampaging cock. She pressed her cunt onto it and started sliding back and forth.

It was at that moment that I started having sexual relations with my step daughter. If you could only have seen her. Her little, angelic, cum dripping face was beaming with pleasure. Her little chest was pumping in and out quickly. Her little cunt splayed out on top of my cock. Her labia was big enough to wrap half way around my cock. There was a lot of heat coming from her cunt and every time she hit the head of my cock I moaned. And then she started to moan. And pretty soon the room was filled with moaning. Her mouth soon formed that little 'O' of pending orgasm and she suddenly said, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," and then collapsed onto my chest. Her little body shuddered for a few moments and then she sighed deeply. I looked up and could see my rampant cock sticking up from between her thighs. I could just barely reach around her, as I sought to finish myself off.

I guess my arm repeatedly jogging her as I stroked my cock must have roused her to what was going on. She slid off to my left and watched my hand go up and down for a while. Then she leant forward and swiped her tongue across the tip of my cock. I moaned and my eyes rolled back and fluttered. I felt her little hand join mine so I let go. She resumed the stroking motion and we both watched her work my cock. It took a little longer this time and she had plenty of opportunities to experiment. She went fast, then slow, then used both hands, then played with the head, then played with my balls with one hand as the other stroked. That last one was my suggestion. She would repeatedly lean forward to lick the fluid bubbling from the tip of my cock. I don't know how long it was before she realized that every time she did that that her daddy would moan in pleasure. But, she suddenly bent forward and placed her mouth around my cock head.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" I mumbled. Then added, "watch it, Honey! Daddy's about to spurt again."

But, instead of pulling her mouth away she just started sucking and stroking faster. My cum raced out of my cock and bounce off of her tonsils. There wasn't half as much as earlier and she had no trouble swallowing as she continued to suck. This kid was a pro. It had been a long time since someone had sucked me off, but I still had a fair recollection of how it felt and this was much better.

She licked, and sucked, and literally washed my cock with her tongue. I finally reached out and pulled her away from it. She lie across my chest and murmured, "Did I do good, Daddy?"

"Oh yes, Sam! You did really, really good!"

She snuggled in deeper and made a satisfied sound.

"It does taste good, Daddy!"

"That's nice, Samie!"

"Can we do it again, Daddy?"

"Not just yet, sweetie!"

She giggled and said, "I know, Silly! But can we do it again some other time?"

"Maybe, Sam. Maybe."

"I won't tell anybody, Daddy!" she informed me. Which made me realize she knew this had been taboo. But, there was a quality to her statement that made me think that 'anybody' didn't include little Debbie.

"You promise?" I asked, putting her on the spot.

She hesitated for moment then in a slightly disappointed voice said, "Yes, Daddy."


To be continued


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