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."