The Lord of the Manor began by stripping and
kissing his daughter everywhere at age five. At six he was having her pray by
the bedside most every night as he would tuck his penis into the baby crack of
her and rub the outside while having her squeeze her little legs together.
Tucked and fucking there in the sweet young wet hot slit of his baby daughter,
he would spend on her clasped hands as she finished her prayers and whispered,
"amen", his deep hushed voice grunting out the same word on the top of her head
as her fingers toyed with her gooey father's cock.
Soon after this
comfortable ritual was established he had trained his child well in the art of
the intimate kiss, tonguing her fresh pudding and eventually making her spend.
Then he would sit in his big study chair with her kneeling before him his
mancock working to a copious discharge sometimes in her sweet mouth and
sometimes on the cherubic lips and cheeks of her sweet face, and still yet other
times on her darling babybuds of her chest. Always with much praise for the
lascivious passions of his girl.
By nature he was a patient man and knew
that the introduction of each new pleasure should be slow and natural, and being
her sire he relaxed in the thought of having her secret charms for years to
come. He first grew fascinated with her bottomhole one cold long February. The
entire household down, sick with the croup, all but the strong master of the
house, and he and a handful of his servants doctored the sick.
Since his
babygirl was the illest of all he personally and exclusively tended to her. Her
fever was high for days, He never left her bedside not even to relieve his
bladder. He would defecate in the chamberpot in the corner and set it outside
the usually locked chamber door, rushing back to replace the soft cool cloths
moistened with alum and scented with healing spice purchased at great cost from
an Indian peddler. He would wrap her budding girlflesh and soothe it, petting
the sweet bare smooth of her young form from tip to toe.
Her fever broke
on the third night and she woke fully and groaning with cramps. The heat of the
fever had baked the stool in her little bowels to hard unrelenting toxic coals.
He had but one choice. He laid his baby over his knee and filled her bowels with
warm water from a bladder and nipple he'd devised, using some kitchen implements
and improvising.
His finger prepared her virgin anus with oils then eased
the tip of the black nozzle in slowly, all the while patting her tender
clitnubbin as she lay on his splayed palm. He kept telling her in gentle tones
what he was about to do to help his baby get well. He watched concerned yet
excited and erect as the thin hard tube disappeared so sneakily into the pinky
brown pucker. His prick rose to attention and rubbed on her naked tummy. Her
little coos told him the treatment was giving his child relief and possibly
more. He doubled his attentions on her girlgristle and brought her to a
delicious climax as he squeezed the rest of the massive load of water into her
entrails firmly.
While his daughter was trembling face down in his lap,
bummy high with the makeshift contraption burrowed deep inside, wiggling like a
little puppy tail with the contractions of a young orgasm, he spurted on her
belly and mound! Cock raging in furious rubs against the still hot and now
sticky babypuss and stomach.
So worked up was he from the medicinal
doings that as his little dear one relieved herself of the large enema's load
and small bullets of baked feces as she squatted on the chamberpot, he knelt
before her and frigged himself just between her legs in the front, spewing
another tablespoon of mancome on her little undeveloped labia.
She
recovered quickly and fully soon after and her father decided to keep up the
enemas on a weekly basis, feeling it was good for the girl and wanting to focus
on the ravishing of her rectum further. He felt that cleanliness was best. Very
soon she was coming to him and reminding him of the weekly 'bummy washing' as
they called it and at that point he began to stretch her with his tongue and
fingers. Not long after he was putting all manner of lewd things into the back
portal of his little lusty miss and she always with little complaint and
delicious fetchings of her own. Being a shrewd in addition to a lewd and loving
Lord, he realized that the deflowering of his only and female heir must needs be
by her bridegroom, but the taking of her netherparts he decided was to be his
right and pleasure and soon he was buggering her regularly.
At first he
accomplished the act by just easing his big knob past the tight new ring and
milking his cockload into the babyarse himself with his hand, ending with him
burrowed up to the stones in the sweet haven not even a few days after the
initial intrusion. This love-art rapidly became her father's favorite sex sport,
and the daughter took to it lusciously. Her papa was so skilled in bringing her
to a sensuous pitch and was never harsh with her tender tissues, always making
her overly prepared with praise and toyings and balms, and only rutting hard in
to the finale when her crisis would overtake and relax the tiny taut aperture.
The clenchings of His daughter's comes were abundant and long lasting, in both
her virgin cunny and used backside, and he would often finger her vagina up to
the innocent sheath and rub his own cock with it as he pistoned into her anus,
through the thin wall betwixt, letting the feel of her spasms send him into a
roar and boiling his spunk up and out into the depths of the girl's small secret
hole.
Before long he was also embedding his knob into her cunny but only
to the mark. He thought it quite safe as she had not reached womanhood as of
yet. he had the upmost of controlled restraint and always managed to resist the
urge to make her his in this last place, always either spending on her petite
flower and belly, just in the opening or plunging into her bummy and fucking her
there. The darling had a love for the suck and that never strayed far from any
of the incestuous frolic. She would skip into his study in the early mornings
and tug up her pretty skirts. Down would go her bloomers and there on his big
mahogany desk he would gamache his sweet charge as she cooed and sighed in
delightful spendings. Sometimes this would be the extent of the play. His cock
out and worried by his hand into splashing the underside of the antique desk
with his white seed.
It also happened one summer that an old aunt came to
stay at the Manor and brought her black miniature poodle to stay as well,
claiming that the creature would die of neglect were it to be left behind. The
pup and girl took to each other immediately and were usually romping in the
extensive gardens or napping when not engaged in the lovegames with her father,
and one late afternoon he caught the pair of them, minx and mutt in the act of
bestiality.
She lay on her back with dress hiked up and legs flailing
askew with the animal's muzzle pressed to her dear cunny, the busy pink tongue
feasting hungrily at the gushing ten-year-old's slit. He observed from behind a
hedge for a moment, drawing out his member to have it at the ready and pumping
it to full stand as the girl wiggled her crotch on the wee dog's snout. He
noticed her heels dig into the rich sod and her toes curl. The puppy seemed to
be focused now on the tiny pearl of the girl's wet treasure, it's strong oral
organ almost seeming to whip it as it flashed rapidly up and down. The fuckhole
oozed clear girlwet and the animal's thin red penis appeared, poking from it's
furry pocket.
He wondered for a moment if his prim aunt hadn't taught her
pet this nasty trick but realized his sweet child was about to orgasm from the
canine's eager lappings. He burst on the scene, cock waving as he strode to the
dog and lifted it from his baby's sex.
"Ah HA! What is my little bad
vixen doing, eh? Can't wait for Papa's kisses?!"
Her blushings and
excuses were hushed quickly as he laid on her and kissed her sweet mouth. His
hands roamed on her slim form as the poodle raced round them trying to nose into
the sexparts again.
"Shhh... hush my sweet one." He quieted her defences
and teasingly coaxed her legs open with an accepting tone
"My dear, you
couldn't help it, a randy girl such as yourself and a ready willing licking
machine. Papa will just give you a sweet little pinch in
punishment..."
And He did, capturing her comebutton in thumb and finger
then presented it again to the pooch, holding the developing and delicate lips
wide for it to lick with fingers equally divided in a 'Vee' The girl sighed and
allowed her father and the beast to run her to the precipice once more. She came
to a crisis quickly and violently.
His eyes glittered with the nasty
sight of the animal cleaning his daughter's just relieved quim so thoroughly,
her clitoris well out of it's protective hood and batted faster then any human
could manage. His lips captured a small demure nipple, nut brown and with an
unusual and intriguing flat top, and tugged. Oh, how His girl quivered and
moaned and even the dog sensed the near climax and yipped, trying to mount her
darling mound! He grunted and hoisted the girl's backside up and slipped his
hips beneath them lodging his need in the moist crack and knocking at the girl's
puckered rosette. His fine cock, though well shaped and proud, was not overly
large, and though incredibly small, his daughter's bunghole was well reamed
often and quite elastic, it was mere seconds before he was sheathed to his
aching stones inside her sweet bottom and buggering away as the puppy resumed
it's lickings.
"Ah! oh! It's just there! Oh my naughty girl! Your bummy
is nipping my soldier's head!"
This often happened when her passions were
at a pitch, he'd noticed. His fingers again at each breastbud, he coaxed, "Let
the little pet have your pleasure... good girl... oh... ohsweetgirl oh god
yes!"
Her little gasps announced the ripples of the release! He slammed
in her arse and held her to his broad chest by the her titties as the beast
scrambled on to her belly and began to hump in her girlgash! He felt the fur of
the animal rasp on his testicles and he exploded in the clenching anus of his
most cherished possession.
That bestial encounter ended with the father
and daughter guiding the tiny iron stiff organ of the pedigree into her lovehole
while his prick rested in he hot sore bottom. The two humans watching closely as
the dog happily humped away to spurt, the sharp tip just barely bumping her
hymen, and rubbing his cock to stiff and ready again, so indeed they had to run
another course, although slower this time, and with the poodle back at her
clitoris cleaning up their spendings old and new, and this time with the pup at
the Master's sac and arsehole as well and finding it delicious.
That
whole summer they used the dog to add to their games until at last the aunt
returned to Paris in the fall. He purchased three of the same small breed and a
fine Great Dane stud and bitch for the kennels. A new letch was added that
Christmas.