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Subject: The Saga Of Wendy Jo: Thanksgiving weekend PT. XIII
Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2008 05:46:45 -0400
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When we woke in the morning, my ass had tightened considerably, gripping
Daddys flaccid penis inside me. He tried to pull out, but could not. His
tugging attempts to free himself only caused his cock to swell, further
complicating the situation. Meanwhile, his dilemma was my good fortune.
Feeling him expand within me was an intense experience. It caused me to
shudder spastically. Daddy asked with concern, "Are you alright?" I
gasped, "Perfect!" Daddy rolled onto his back, bringing me up on top of
him. Now I was sitting up, impaled on his shaft. I started squirming,
causing me to shoot a load, then another. I then had a series of 6 or 7
dry orgasms. I lost all control for a few minutes. It was as if my
climax switch was stuck on. Finally Daddy joined me, with an orgasm of
his own. Feeling his hot, thick cum inside me was magical. Things eased
up,then. His love juice helped lube things up. He slid out of me with
ease. I excused myself quickly to the bathroom. I used Daddys because I
wouldn't have been able to hold it in long enough to make it to my own.
After using the toilet, I came out of the bathroom. Daddy was passed out
on the bed. As I cut through his room towards mine I sang, "I'm going to
take a bath." I went into my bathroom, ran the bathwater, & stripped
naked. I used the bidet, then slipped into the tub. The bubbles were so
soothing, I drifted off to sleep. I woke when Daddy came in. He asked
me, "What time do you need to be home by princess?" I answered, "By noon
is good." He informed me, "Its 11 now." I sat up, "Omigosh! I need to
get a move on." Daddy told me he'd wait for me downstairs. I dried off &
put on boy clothes. (yuk) During the ride home, Daddy & I discussed
meeting next weekend. I cried as we kissed farewell for this weekend.
That night, alone in my bed, I dreamed of my 16th birthday. On that day,
I could legally choose to go live with Daddy (back in the 80s) & I
would, on that very day.
To be continued...