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Cowgirl 2 Rides Again (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
by Gunga Dick
Cowgirl Rides Again
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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