Where was I? Light. Somewhere light. Sunlight, bright sunlight filtered through gauzy white drapes. A beautiful light. There, quite a distance away across a spacious, rather luxurious living room, white drapes rippling gently in a breeze. Perhaps the full-height windows behind were French doors? A beautiful room, light, airy, soft furnishings in pale colors; reminded me of something I read one time: "Something about the light from the ocean..."
Nice.
I was sitting; an armchair, or maybe a couch. I glanced down, but couldn't quite focus. Maybe it's not important. I looked up again. Standing a little apart from me, on my left, was Emily. Em! My daughter. I hadn't noticed her before, but there she was, standing side on, long, long, beautiful red hair flaring gently in the light. I love Emily's hair; I used to love brushing it for her when she was little, though I hadn't done that for a while now. She's nine now, a big girl, or so she thinks, and wants to do these things her own way - although every now and then when she's feeling cuddly, she'll snuggle up on the couch and I'll run my fingers through her hair like I used to, and she still seems to like it. She's always worn it long, and usually not tied up or back, except for dancing, of course. It has a wave to it, and natural strawberry blond highlights, and it's just the most beautiful head of hair anywhere, ever.
So Em was with me. Where, or why, wasn't very clear, but she was just in from school, still in uniform of green plaid skirt, white blouse and socks and regulation black strappy shoes. Her satchel lay at her feet, dark brown against a soft, white carpet.
Hey Em!
I called out, but I didn't seem to make any noise. Emily half turned to look at me, but I'm not at all sure it was because she'd heard me. I tried to read her expression; nervous? uncertain? curious? I couldn't tell. There was something in her soft brown eyes I couldn't catch, a hint of tension under her lovely wash of freckles. Tension? Was it? Anticipation? She flashed me a brief smile, a little tight, not like her usual beamers that just melt my heart, and looked away again, away to my right.
You OK, Em, honey?
Again, I think I spoke only in my head. I made to get up and go to her, but nothing seemed to happen. No movement, not even a twitch, like my body had just ignored what my brain had intended. I looked down, but I seemed to be there, and OK, all in one piece and not restrained, although it wasn't quite clear.
Me and Emily, in a house by the sea? Holiday? Lovely place whatever; white, but not stark. Like a soft-focus advert for something nice.
"Hello Emily. Hello Don."
The voice came from my right, the direction Emily was looking. I looked too.
It was a guy. Never seem him before, or at least, I don't think I had. Tall, maybe six-one, six-two, broad-shouldered and square-jawed. A strong face, maybe late thirties, early forties, with a planed, sculpted outline that suggested serious muscle tone. Dark blonde hair, brushed back, and - a kind of visual shiver went through me, like the room had shimmered - startling eyes of pale blue that seemed to glitter in the wash of diffuse sunlight.
He glanced at me and smiled, an easy smile, a friendly smile.
'Whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive...'
Shelley's Ozymandias. The line slipped through my head, and the guy's smile widened a little. He winked, giving the slightest of nods as if to say "yep, you got me".
Then his gaze switched away, and it was all on Emily.
"Emily honey. Leon."
Leon? What sort of a name was that?
His voice was rich and deep, audible charisma. He walked slowly into my field of vision, towards Em. He was dressed like he'd just come in from a walk along a warm, gentle shoreline - beach sandals, baggy white linen pants rolled and buckled at the knee, loose white shirt, open-necked, short-sleeved. He looked cool as fuck.
Did I know him?
He stopped just a little to my right, and beckoned Emily. She stepped forward, once, twice, gazing up at him as if hypnotized. Her hands dangled at her sides.
Em? I called. Em! Do you know...? Em?
She stopped a foot away from him. I craned forward to reach her, but didn't move. Hey Em! I called, but didn't speak.
They were framed in front of me, the tall, commanding Leon and my beautiful Emily, framed by the diffuse light in the gorgeous room. He gazed down into her face, she back up at him.
He reached out a hand, gently, lovingly, and caressed her cheek, his fingers trailing into her hair, lifting it, tucking it back over her shoulder. Her red-gold tresses slipped through his fingers in just the same way they used to with me. I could feel what he felt, the childlike softness of her hair. He did it again, her other cheek, her other shoulder, until her hair lay down her back and her shoulders quivered in their halo of light.
He said something to her. I didn't hear it, but she did.
Still gazing up at him, Emily raised her hands. They were steady. Clear as day I saw her fingers converge on the top button of her plain white school blouse and slowly slip it out of its buttonhole.
Something squirmed in my belly. A snake, disturbed, uncoiling.
Em! EM!
No sound.
A quirky smile played across Leon's lips. He glanced at me and winked again. The snake writhed.
In soft-focus slow-mo, or so it seemed, Emily's fingers popped the second button, then the third, then the last. Her shirt hung open. Leon smiled at her; she smiled back, a welter of emotions flashing from her in that split second, faster than I could read. Did she know this guy? Leon? Leon who?
Slowly she shrugged her blouse back and let it slip down her arms to dangle from one wrist. She tossed it backwards. It fell on her satchel. Beneath it she wore her simple training halter-top, nothing fancy, but just enough to lend modesty to the gentle swells beginning to touch her young chest.
Leon raised his hand a little way, his finger barely flicking.
My daughter crossed her arms over her chest and pulled her halter-top up and off. Her hair tumbled and frothed through it, and she dropped it behind her. Her chest trembled.
Oh God.
The room swayed.
Stretching out his index finger, Leon touched my daughter just below the hollow of her throat, and began tracing a slow, meandering path down her naked chest. She stood quite still. He said something; she ducked her head a little, then raised it once more and said something back. I couldn't hear it, couldn't hear either of them. No, I could. I could hear Emily's breathing, high, fast.
Emily!
I strained forward again, the snake lashing in my belly. I didn't move.
His finger paused at her nipple.
Get your filthy hands off my daughter! I screamed.
Except I didn't. I didn't scream; I made no sound. The words were in my head - truly they were - but oh, even there they lacked the vehemence of a scream. They lacked much conviction at all.
Get your filthy hands... off... off my daughter? Is that what I meant?
Or... touch her? Touch her there? Yes, there. Touch her...
Oh God.
Leon smiled, and turned his head toward me. His eyes glinted. He winked, one man of the world to another, then swung his attention back to my daughter, standing bare-chested and panting in front of him. Carefully, he brought his thumb together with his index finger - and pinched her soft, young nipple.
It must have been gentle enough, because she didn't scream or jerk away. I saw her gasp, saw her smooth belly ripple and her shoulders twitch, but she stayed where she was. Leon's smile broadened, and he raised his left hand, finger and thumb taking her other nipple in their tight-gentle embrace.
Emily bit her lip. I watched her, transfixed, as flickers passed across her face, flickers of fear, discomfort - longing, desire? Oh God almighty. Her belly trembled but her eyes were fixed on his, staring up into his face, and as I watched I saw her shoulders sink backward. Just a little, little more than a sway, but she pulled back just so, just to increase the tension of his fingers on her nipples. I saw them bulge ever so slightly, her young sensitive nipples under his cruel-kind touch. Her face flushed slowly, building up into the deep red of one of her true blushes and spreading across her chest.
And oh God the snake in my belly was uncurling, squirming deep in my balls, stretching, stiffening - and my cock, my filthily treacherous cock, was rising. Slowly, steadily, involuntarily I was erecting. This big, handsome stranger was stripping and pinching my daughter's nipples, and it was turning me on...
Oh, no, please, no... No...
Leon let go. He grinned at Em. She dropped her head, her blush still vivid. He spoke. She glanced up; the shyest of smiles. Her fingers moved to her waist. With a few deft movements her green school skirt was loosed and fell, slowly, down across her smooth, clear-skinned dancer's thighs to pool at her feet. She stepped out, kicked it behind her, naked now save for pale blue Hello Kitty panties and her white socks and black shoes.
My erection was full, and hard.
Leon stepped back a little and motioned to Emily. Slowly, she turned for him, rotating under his gaze, displaying herself for his appraisal. She was pale-skinned to match her red hair, but clear like ivory, not bluish and sickly like some redheads. Her belly was flat, gently muscled from years of dance practice, and her buns were high and tight. Her legs were slender, with just the right amount of muscle tone for a young girl - enough to look fit and healthy, not enough to look bulky or boyish. She was a beautiful girl - I'd always known she was a beautiful girl, she was my daughter, dammit - but turning, stripped and flushed, before a stranger's considered gaze she looked beautiful in a whole different way. She looked desirable.
No! No way! No, no she doesn't. Quit that. She's my Em. She's pretty and lovable and that's what she is; that's *all* she is.
My head protested my thoughts; my cock betrayed me. My cock twitched as my daughter turned, semi-naked, before us.
She's pretty and lovable, and smooth and firm and soft and clean and delicious, and look at the pertness of her ass, and the faint red marks at her nipples, and the flush of desire across her face.
No! Stop it!
I yelled again in my silence. Leon grinned.
Emily stopped turning, facing me. Her face danced with emotions too quick to read. Her blush had subsided some. She gazed at me, light flickering deep in the pools of soft brown. I stretched forward, reaching for her, to take her, hold her. Instead, I watched Leon step up behind her and lower his face into her beautiful hair. She leaned back, exposing a little more of her slender young neck. He kissed her there. Her shoulders quivered. Slowly, she raised her arms, her thin, girlish chest heaving perceptibly with her breathing. She rested her hands on her head. Leon looked at me over the top of the gorgeous riot of her hair. He winked again.
Then his big hands were at her waist, then curling round in front of her, caressing her belly and her chest, rubbing across her nipples again. Emily's eyes closed and she leaned her head back against the man's chest as his hands roved over her body. I saw her belly flutter; watched in agonies of confusion the big fingers flick her tiny nipples into points; tried to look away as the hands caressed the tops of her thighs and circled inwards...
Stop it! Don't you fucking dare!
Yes! There...!
Emily twitched, her whole body feeling it, as, in close-up slo-mo (it seemed), Leon's fingers rubbed across the front of her panties. At first fleetingly, but returning, insistent, he massaged her, her pee-pee, her front-bottom, her - I realised we'd never settled on a word after out-growing the baby words. Did she and her mother have a word for it they used?
"It's my pussy, daddy, my pussy. Oh my God touch my pussy...!"
Her voice was sweet and clear, and tangled with something else, some thick, strong otherness.
Oh God yes, touch her pussy...
Leon's fingers circled up onto her belly, paused, and slipped back down. Inside her panties.
She gasped. Her hands uncurled from her head and curved up and behind to hug the man's neck as his fingers slipped into her panties and found the heart of her girlhood. Her legs trembled, her knees buckled; her thighs spread every so slightly, just enough, I was sure, to give the man access to her... her...
Her pussy. Her beautiful, sweet little pussy. Oh God yes he's feeling her pussy. Oh God yes! Oh God no!
The big hands seemed to fill her panties, the fingers moving, massaging, stroking, probing. Emily moaned, her voice low and husky, and her arms clutched tight around his neck as the big, blond man worked some kind of magic in her Hello Kitty panties. She shivered, eyes closed, lips parted, face flushed.
"Show him, sweetheart, show your dad." Leon's voice, murmuring in her ear, came to me loud and clear. Emily took a step forward as his hands moved apart under the thin cotton of her panties, his thumbs hooking her waistband. Slowly he knelt behind her; his hands tugged her panties down inch by inch. My cock throbbed. I looked up into my daughter's eyes; they were wide, staring back at me, a look of surprise, almost shock, overrun with a wash of new-found pleasure. Guilty, she looked, guilty like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't - but something she couldn't stop, didn't want to stop.
Her panties came to her knees and stopped. My eyes left her face; I looked down; I couldn't look anywhere else. Her - her pussy drew my gaze. There. Her soft, rounded mound with its simple cleft, the smallest fold of a clitoral hood at its head, hairless still. So, so beautiful. I'd never really noticed before, but my God that was beautiful.
She was still a moment, then her hands came down, hesitated, and slid towards the place. As I watched - fascinated, horrified, awed, hard as a rock - she gently pulled the soft, plump lips apart.
A pale pink butterfly above the glorious, blazing pink cup of a newly-opened flower. Her spread pussy; her glistening cunt. My daughter's cunt, flushed with blood, spread by her own fingers, wet with desire.
So wrong. My cock pulsed with wetness in return. So fucking wrong. I wanted her.
She gave a little cry as a strong, male hand slipped between her thighs from behind. Like a creature questing for nectar a finger crooked and turned and slid gently into the neck of the flower. As a watched, transfixed, from less than a yard away, Leon slipped his finger into my daughter's cunt and massaged gently.
She spread herself. She thrust her hips forward onto him. I saw her do it, plain as day, my nine-year-old daughter, her body language begging to be penetrated. Part of me recoiled in horror, part of me hid in shame, part of me reveled in the sight of a man's finger in my little girl's cunt - and part of me wanted to bury the aching member between my legs deep, deep, deep between hers.
"She's so wet, Don. You see that? And Christ she's hot in there! What a sweet lil cunt your dau has, Don. And what an ass! Tight and toned, what a pair of buns.
"I bet she tastes like honey, Don."
His words flared in my brain. The treacherous snake that was my cock jerked in response. I heard a soft slapping sound, as if a big, male hand had slapped my daughter's tight rump. I looked up into her face as she began to lean forward. Her hands left her crotch and reached out, coming to rest on my knees as she slowly bent double. I felt her fingers warm against my bare skin, and looked down, suddenly realizing I must be naked. Jesus Christ! I was - buck naked in the armchair, my erection, hard, wet, red and rampant, quivering in my vision as if in closeup. It must have been a couple of feet from her face; if she noticed, she didn't show it.
How could she miss it? Her father's penis, erect, engorged, in her face, while another man felt her up.
Oh baby... Oh God...
Her eyes flared and dulled, flared and dulled, girlish excitement, sweet apology, slut-lust all dancing in the deep brown pools. She leaned her weight on my knees, pushing her butt out and back. Her hair tumbled, a gorgeous fall of rich, soft red, around her face as she ducked her head.
The trembling in her arms told me that Leon was at work behind her. I could see the sweep of his golden mane along the beautiful curve of Emily's spine, above the fabulous double curves of her buttocks. I watched my little girl quiver and wriggle and imagined that strong, commanding face buried between her buttocks, his skilled and practised tongue tasting, licking, exploring my precious daughter's most intimate parts. His hands had firm hold of her ass cheeks; I imagined, clear as day, his strong fingers splaying her buttocks, stretching the tight pink skin around her anus, giving his tongue room to wriggle and probe.
And she loved it. My slut of a daughter trembled and panted as the stranger licked her pussy and her asshole. Every now and then she tossed her head up, hair cascading across her back, to look at me. Her face was deep red, cute freckles lost in the glow, her lips parted and wet, her eyes blazing; no more My Little Pony, just my little slut.
No! Oh God no, you bastard! But jealousy, not anger. Why him? Why not me?
What?! I thought *what*?
And then I was staring straight at her ass. I blinked - had I moved, had she? The room looked the same, I thought, but I couldn't pay much attention because my daughter's ass was right in front of my face. She was still bent over, her hands now grasping her own ankles, her schoolgirl panties stretched tight still between her knees. The man Leon stood next to her, on my left, amusement dancing in his eyes and twitching the corners of his mouth. His mouth was wet; his mouth, his chin, glistening with...
He winked, and slowly raised a hand.
The slap sounded loud. I heard Emily grunt. Her hands left her ankles and reached behind her to where a faint red handprint was slowly outlining itself on the pearlescent canvas of her buttock. Reaching to stop the bastard hitting her again. Reaching to...
No.
Reaching to clasp her buttocks and pull them apart, to display the gorgeous little pink ring of her anus to her watching father. It glistened in the ethereal light, another beautiful little flower in my daughter's body.
Leon's hand was there, between hers, his forefinger outstretched. With no pause he angled his hand, and pushed his finger straight into Emily's asshole.
It slid in, easily, slid in to the first knuckle, the second. He wriggled it, pushing in deeper into her ass; she whimpered, a sound that was part discomfort, part lust, and her legs trembled. He pulled out, then pushed in again, then out, then in, his big, hard finger slowly, remorselessly, fucking my young daughter's asshole right in front of my eyes.
And I couldn't take my eyes of it. I was hypnotized by the sight, that merciless digit sliding back and forth, in and out, my daughter's asshole puckering and quivering around it and her fingers white at the knuckle as she held herself apart. Every now and then Leon withdrew completely, I think to lick his finger, but my eyes never left Emily's anus, hovering open, muscles flickering, waiting for the penetration to return.
"See, Don," murmured Leon's voice, "see how she likes it? She wants to feel a man inside her, Don. She's growing up, a big girl now. She needs a man inside her. Finger, tongue, cock, doesn't matter. She needs a man in her ass, in her mouth, in her cunt, Don. I know it, you know it."
Emily mewled and whimpered, sounding almost as if she were crying, though I knew she wasn't. I knew she was burning with shame and lust, horribly ashamed that her secret was out, but utterly unable to stop her desire for a strong, hard man to take her young body and make it sing; take her young body and make it his own.
Leon withdrew his finger a last time and held it towards me. I craned to reach it, to lick the slime dripping from it, but I couldn't make it. He chuckled, and his hand came down again on Emily's shivering butt. Obediently she straightened and turned to face him, her panties finally slithering down to her ankles. As she stepped out of them, naked now but for her white socks and school shoes, Leon gestured to his crotch and began unbuttoning his shirt.
My cock twitched and bled drops of precum as I watched Em sink to her knees before the bulging tent of Leon's white linen shorts. He threw his shirt to one side as my daughter's trembling fingers fumbled the drawstring and zipper. I noticed the fine, rippling tone of his belly and the firm planes of his pecs, both dusted with lines of soft, gray-brown hair. And then Emily grunted something high-pitched and animal as the string came free and his shorts slid down and his cock emerged.
Long, straight as a die and hard as wood it was, perfectly circumcised and frankly magnificent. My daughter's eyes goggled and her hands rose, involuntarily, to hover, yearning to touch, to feel the raw masculinity in that glorious cock.
"Yes, good girl, Emily," smiled Leon, "good girl. Now lick it. Lick my cock."
My head buzzed and my own cock swelled painfully as my beautiful little redhead of a daughter knelt up and reached out her tongue. Backlit by the soft, clear light from the drapes, her hair a halo of red gold, she leaned forwards and ran her tongue slowly up along the underside of Leon's ramrod of a cock. A saw a bead of precum glistening at his tip, watched her lick it away. Her eyes were fixed on his, gazing up raptly as she licked slowly under and around the end of his cock.
Leon turned his head. "You wanna watch your little girl sucking another man's cock, Don? Yeah, I know you do! She's good, Don, such a beautiful touch, and the way she looks at me with those big, brown eyes as she licks my dick - mmm, you're a lucky man, Don."
He turned his palely hypnotic gaze back to Emily.
"Suck my dick, honey," he said.
In slo-mo, her eyes upraised, my daughter opened her mouth. Her lips glistened in the backlight. Her tongue protruded slowly, a landing strip for the big, hard cock that nuzzled into it and slid steadily up, up and in. Her lips closed, tightened, and - bam! - my beautiful little daughter was sucking cock.
Leon leaned back, arms akimbo, thrusting his finely chiseled hips forward. He grinned at me and nodded slowly as Emily took more of his magnificent cock into her mouth. I watched her fingers grasp the base, cup his balls, as her lips worked on the thick tip. It looked huge in her small mouth; her lips seemed to stretch to take it; a massive cock in her child's mouth.
God, yes, a massive cock in her mouth. My little girl. I changed her diapers for two, three years and now here she was, kneeling in front of me, naked, another man's massive cock in her pretty little mouth. Oh God! Oh fuck she looked good...
"Mmm, she's wonderful, Don. Feels so good - you should feel what she's doing with her tongue! Your daughter gives great head, Don, a real natural cock sucker. She'll make a lot of guys real happy, will your Emily, Don - heh, maybe all at once! Can you imagine that, Don? At high school in a couple of years, maybe, a junior cheerleader, yeah? In the locker room, on her knees, blowing the football team?
"Heh, how does that make you feel, Don? Two dozen randy teenagers with their dicks in your daughter's pretty little mouth? Mmm, she'd suck them all off; two dozen stiff cocks cumming in her mouth one after the other! Mmm, I bet she'd swallow them all, a real cum-drinking little slut.
"What do you think, Don? How do you feel about that? Your lovely little daughter is a cock-sucking, cum-drinking little slut. Just look at her, my dick in her mouth and still in middle school! How do you feel, Don?"
Emily's head bobbed, the thick, hard penis filling her mouth. She looked small, young, fragile - and dirty-hot as fuck. Dirty-hot little slut, sucking cock like she was born to do. I felt ashamed and filthy and unbelievably horny. A queue of guys wanting to stick their cocks in my daughter, and all I wanted to do was watch.
No. That was *not* all I wanted to do.
Leon chuckled and, lacing his hands behind his head, began to rock his hips, offering more and more of his long, hard, cock to Emily's mouth. Each rock back it slipped right to the edge of her lips, leaving her kissing the deep red tip; each rock forward it seemed she swallowed a fraction more; each stroke of his cock deep-throated my nine-year-old daughter that little bit further, until a good half of his length disappeared into her avid little mouth each time.
Drool dripped from her lips. I watched the light sparkle off it as it fell, droplets and strands and splattering as she salivated over the raw maleness in her mouth. Her hands were down between her legs, fingering her wet pink cunt as she slobbered and gagged on Leon's cock.
My daughter, cum-drinking cock slut. And fuck she looked hot.
"Mmm, doesn't she just, Don, doesn't she just look like she loves it? Made for lovin', your girl, Don. Made for giving a man what he wants."
He stepped back, his cock flinging a fine spray of Emily's saliva glittering through the air.
"Ask politely, girl," murmured Leon, reaching out a hand to help her to her feet. She rose, her eyes flicking between his face and mine, different expressions for the two of us. She turned toward me, a little uncertainly. Leon slapped her butt and winked at me. Emily jumped a little then, hands clasped in front of her, red hair tumbling down her heat-flushed chest, feet demurely together, she looked at me shyly.
"Daddy," she murmured, a tremor of something indescribable in her voice, "daddy, please may I suck your cock?"
Her voice was clear as crystal, etching her words into my mind. Daddy, please may I suck your cock? Daddy, please may I suck your cock? Daddy? Your cock, daddy? I want to suck your cock, daddy. Please let me take your cock in my mouth and suck it, let me taste the sex-juices that come out of it. Please, daddy?
No. No, no, no, no no no no no no no.
My voice was snarled and thick.
"Yes, honey. Oh yes please."
She knelt. Slowly, she knelt onto all fours, her face framing the appalling eagerness of my cock. Her eyes transfixed me, her limpid brown pools flickering with other, darker lights as she raised her head. Her hair glowed. Her face was flushed and wet, glistening like a pornstar's in the midst of a shoot. Her mouth opened. Her eyes - I couldn't look away - her beautiful eyes held my still while her mouth opened, hovered for a moment, and slowly, slowly closed around my cock.
Oh my fucking God. Oh God. Oh fucking hell. Oh Christ.
My nine-year-old daughter had my cock in her mouth, and it was the most exquisite thing I have ever felt. It was warm, and soft-hard, and loose-tight, and everything a blowjob should be, but it was my little girl's eyes gazing up at me from above those pretty lips. The little girl I'd bounced on my knee, whose little bottom I'd patted a thousand times, whose diapers I'd changed, whose tears I'd dried, whose nose I'd wiped, whose cute little pussy I'd washed in the bath. My darling little Emily, sucking my cock.
My balls tightened and tensed. I could feel my juices oozing steadily, getting sucked out of my cock by my daughter's greedy mouth. Oh suck me, baby, swallow my juices. I love you, baby, I love you so much.
"There's no better way to show her you love her, Don, than to let her suck your balls out through your dick! Truly!"
Leon's voice was a rich chuckle. He was next to me on the couch, which wasn't an armchair after all. I felt his arm around my shoulders, his thigh pressing mine. His cock hovered, a little longer, a little thicker, a little straighter than mine, not far above my leg. He held it at the base, pointing it toward Emily.
Emily obeyed the man's unspoken command, releasing my cock to take his again into her mouth. I watched in disbelieving lust as she sucked first his, then mine, holding us both now, one in each hand, her eyes wide and bright and desperate to please. Oh my God she looked like juvenile pornstar! Baby...! Watching her holding my dick and sucking his...
"How 'bout that, Don?" whispered Leon into my ear. "You ever know your li'l girl was quite the whore? Mmm, feel that mouth, Don! Why've you not given her this before? You can tell she's crying out for some real love, always has been since she was a baby. All those wasted years, Don, when your li'l girl could have been sucking your dick every day, just to make her daddy happy."
He laughed, and swung away off the couch. Emily gazed up at me, her lips tight around my cock. Oh God she looked so hot, so much like she wanted cock, my cock. Hello Kitty, a new bike, and my cock to suck...
Leon was behind her now. He loomed above her kneeling form, his cock spearing the air above her butt, his hard, triangular body spilling its long shadow across her back. I knew what came next; my eyes flicked from my daughter's lovely, horny, cock-sucking face to Leon's lean body as he slowly knelt, his hand reaching down below Em's butt. I felt her jerk as his fingers arrived between her thighs; she shuffled, never leaving my cock but moving her knees apart. Her eyes yearned up at me - wanting me to stop him? Wanting him to be me?
"Oh God, Em...," I murmured, my voice choked with emotion I couldn't manage. Leon's cock rested on the top of Emily's butt, balanced neatly between her beautiful butt cheeks. His finger was moving, working, a little lower, out of sight, but I knew what he was doing.
Do it.
Take her up the ass.
Do it.
Leon winked at me across the slim, pale sweep of my daughter's back, and moved his cock lower.
Emily's head snapped up and back.
"Ohh!"
Her cry has high, startled, unsure.
"Yeah... honey."
His voice was deep, slow, satisfied.
I imagined - hell, I almost seemed to rotate into a new vantage so I could *see* - that fine, hard cock nuzzle softly, gently up to Emily's lovely little asshole, pause, then slide straight in. I sensed it plunging right into her, her sphincter spreading as it brooked no delay, that huge cock opening her asshole wide as he penetrated her. Spasms of emotion crossed her damp, flushed face. She bit her lip; her eyes flared; then she ducked her head again, taking my cock in her mouth once more, her sweet, sweet caresses more fervent than ever as the stranger's cock sank into her butt.
She began to rock as he began to fuck her, her body swaying as his cock plowed improbably deep into her ass. Sweat beaded on her clear brow, sticking strands of glorious red to her skin; soft grunts and muffled yelps came from her lips, squeezing out from around the painful engorgement that was my cock in her mouth. My balls burned. My cock was harder than I've ever know, veins standing thick down it's glistening length. Oh my Christ this was all so wrong, so, so wrong - but why did it feel so right? Why did her fingernails clutch and scratch so at my thigh? Why did her tongue curl and probe like that, as the big-cocked stranger fucked her ass?
And then he was pulling back, rising, and Emily gave a moan as he left her; I could almost see her anus quivering, open still, pink, slimy, luscious. He rose, towering over her slight form again, then straddled her, stepping either side until he stood just above her head, his big, shaved balls hanging loose and low despite the rigidity of his cock, hanging nestled in my daughter's hair. His fists were on his hips, and his cock pointed straight at me, inches from my face. It was straight and angry red, and glistened with saliva and other moisture from Emily's ass. His offer, his demand was clear. I stared at that magnificent cock, the epitome of rampant male sexual dominance, glowing red in the beautiful light of that beautiful room. I stared, and I listened to my daughter's soft moans and felt the urgency of her oral caresses, and I dipped my head.
I'd never thought of anything like this before, but it was so mind-blowingly horny. The gorgeous, hard cock just recently deep in my daughter's rectum I took into my mouth. It tasted like it looked - rectal slime and precum - but it was the most outrageously sexual taste I've ever had. It felt the way I expected it to - hard and soft and pulsing with the deep pressures of male sexual arousal.
My God it felt so good.
I rolled my tongue around it, filling my mouth with his cock. I sucked, tasting the oozing juices on top of the young-animal earthiness of Emily's ass. I rested my hands on the hard slabs of his thighs and sucked his glorious cock while my daughter sucked mine, and my mind whirled and jinked and roared and reveled in the dirtiest, hottest, sex I'd ever had, ever imagined.
I wanted him to cum. So help me God I wanted his fabulous cock to erupt in my mouth, squirt and spurt thick semen into my mouth, feel that smooth, hard, engorged globe burst in raw masculinity in my mouth. And I wanted to do the same to my sweet, slut daughter - ejaculate in her beautiful mouth, feel her beautiful, schoolgirl avidity sucking the semen right up out of my balls...
But Leon stepped away. I heard myself whimper in disappointment as he pulled his gorgeous cock out of my mouth and swung his hard-muscled leg up and over my daughter. He walked behind her, slapping her butt again, and she too pulled away. She straightened, sitting back on her knees, her hands demurely in her lap, her tousled hair swirling around her shoulders. My cock quivered and tingled, blood roaring and pounding.
He bent to her, nuzzled his face into her hair and whispered something I didn't hear. But I knew what it was, and silently I cried out in fear and delight.
Emily rose. The glow of her blush was stark against the paleness of her skin. Her face held nothing but desire. She moved toward me. I held my arms open in welcome, to my daughter, to my lover. Resting her hands on my shoulders she straddled my legs, her pussy flexing, flashing glistening red-pink beauty. I was aware that Leon was retreating, not leaving but somehow receding. His face was a hard, handsome smile as he moved away. He had a drink in his hand, something golden.
My daughter inched along my thighs. My arms were around her neck, buried in the glorious mane of her hair. Such a beautiful neck! So slender... Her hands were at my chest, reaching around, hugging me. Her pussy pressed my cock, a small, delicate butterfly on a thick, gnarled tree limb. I looked into her eyes, and she into mine, and Lord how utterly beautiful she was.
"I love you, Em..." I whispered, and felt her rock and rise.
"I love you, daddy," she whispered back. Her butterfly dipped, spreading its wings around the tingling bulge at the tip of my cock. She tilted her face up, her eyes closing, her lips parting. Over her shoulder, faded in the haze of the yellow-white light from the French doors, nearly gone, Leon raised his glass, and winked.
I leaned down and kissed Emily. Our lips met slowly, pressed, opened, merged - her sweet, soft mouth feeling tiny against mine. She grunted, her fingers clutching my back as heat enveloped the head of my cock. I dropped my hands to her slim, boyish waist, calming my own urge to thrust, and held her as she sank lower. She gave barely a murmur at the brief point of pressure departing, and her the glorious warmth of her tight cunt enveloped my cock.
Oh Emily, baby. Oh my God Emily...
Our kisses were sweet, and avid; gentle as father and daughter, dirty as only lovers can be. I rocked under her, and she on top, and I fucked her and she fucked me; and the beautiful room glowed white around us and the sea hissed beyond the windows; and the stranger was gone, and the father and his daughter made love together.
"Oh Emily...!"
"Oh daddy, yes daddy, yes, oh yes daddy...!"
And rushing, rushing, rushing, from deep inside me to deep inside her...
"Dad!"
Fuck!
Sunlight, but pale and gray. Lying in bed. Radio on, outside the room. Bedroom. My bedroom.
"Dad, come on! I got early dance class, yeah? Derrr!"
"Wha... Yeah, OK..."
Fuck!
I raised my knee under the duvet, the wet patch cooling, slimy against my thigh, my rampant cock still erect and leaking its last drops. Emily plonked herself down at foot of the bed and made to drag the duvet off me. I scrabbled for it.
"Whoa...!"
She giggled, then pulled a face, her ponytail flopping as she jerked back in mock horror.
"What, are you NAKED under there? Ewww!"
My cock twitched. She grinned at me, one of her beamers, one of those gorgeous smiles that melt my heart. Melt my heart and... And...?
"Yeah, well... Yeah. Look, ur, give me a minute and I'll be down. You got everything?"
She held up her dance kit bag. "Ye-eah, see? Derrr!"
"OK, honey, OK. Look, go put me a pop tart in the toaster, yeah, and I'll be there."
She tutted loudly but stood and headed for the door. She was wearing a plain white T and jeans-shorts. "Two minutes, dad, OK?"
Yeah. Yeah, sure. Yeah...
I lay back as she left, my heart hammering. Dream? Dream. Fuck... Fuck me.
I stared at the doorway she'd so recently vacated. Red hair, freckles, pretty face, big smile, dancer's body. Had I noticed her body before?
Long, smooth legs in beautiful pale ivory; chest budding gorgeously, nipples swelling with sensuality beneath her t-shirt; ass high and tight in those jeans shorts. High and tight, pert and toned...
My cock swelled again under the duvet.
Fuck, what a *fabulous* ass my daughter has...