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The Awakening of Angel (Mf, con)
This story I am dedicating to my delightfully dirty "Daughter". I love ya
baby. DaddyJ
Chapter 1, Introducing Angel
John walked out of his house on a bright and sunny day and stretched. It
was Saturday and after a hard week's work he was ready for a little R&R.
Even though it was 10 am, the temperature was already sweltering and he could
almost taste the humidity in the air. The sound of kids splashing in the
next door neighbor's pool could be heard as he walked into the yard. It was
one of the Johnson kids enjoying the cool pleasures of their pool. He followed
the sounds and looked over his chain link fence at the frolicking child.
Well, child was not exactly the word for the teenage girl in her almost nonexistent
bikini. His cock jerked in his pants as he watched Heather Johnson get out
of the pool. Water was dripping off her strawberry blonde hair, running across
her shoulders and cascading off the firm youthful mounds on her chest. What
he wouldn't give to have a chance to bend this 15-year-old girl over and
spank her lovely little ass for being a tease. "Take this you teasing little
slut," he imagined himself saying in his mind as he paddled her ass with
the palm of his hand, "this is for all the times you've teased me!"
He let out an audible sigh as the thoughts of what he would do if given half
a chance went through his mind. His eyes followed her slim little rear end
as she walked across the deck and climbed up the diving board. The strip
of material that constituted the seat of her thong bikini was deeply embedded
in the crack of her sweet little behind. His eyes followed her as her hips
gently rocked from side to side with each step as she climbed the rungs that
became a diving board that hung like a huge erect cock over the pool. As
graceful as an eagle, Heather launched herself off the board and as if in
slow motion, glided into the depths of the water. Heather came back up and
once again he admired the beauty.
"Hello John," he heard her call out.
"Hello Heather," he called back as he watched her shake the water out of
her face. His embarrassment was surely obvious to the young girl. It's not
that he was embarrassed for looking at her, it was from being caught in a
daze like a lovesick schoolboy.
"Isn't it just beautiful out today?" she asked as she once again hoisted
herself up onto the deck and took her hands, wringing the excess water from
herself.
"Uh, yeah, beautiful," he said, thinking more of her body than the weather
today. As if she could read his mind Heather giggled and winked at him. His
eyes followed her as she the lounge chair and bent over, the beads of water
glistening as they clung to her skin. She spread a towel out, lay down and
began to put sunscreen on herself. His mind wandered to what it would feel
like to be the one putting the oil on her soft baby smooth skin. "Let me
get your back," he said in his mind as he watched her slowly put the thick
lotion on and rub it into her young flesh. His dick was now about to pop
out of his shorts and he covered himself, not wanting her to have the satisfaction
of seeing the results of her teasing. "Damn little tease!" he said under
his breath as he turned away from the teenage temptress.
He disappeared back into the front yard and scanned it once again for his
paper. There it was, sitting in the middle of the sidewalk so he walked over
to retrieve it. Droplets of sweat hit the concrete as he bent over and picked
the Daily Bugle, the small town paper. "Fucking heat," he groaned as he stood
back up and looked around. He'd turned to go back to the house when he noticed
something out of the corner of his eye. What he saw made him smile. It was
a young girl in her early teens. Her black hair was cut just above the shoulders
and it shimmered in the August sunlight. She was beautiful young and fresh,
a little bit younger than his neighbor Heather, but she intoxicated his senses
none the less.
Although it wasn't considered "normal" by today's standards, many a night
in his bed he'd lay stroking his hard cock to the thoughts of a young girl
just like her. The thought was fleeting, but stayed in his head long enough
to make his prick begin to rise once again and his heart rate pick up. John
sighed out loud as the consequences of his what could happen if he actually
acted out on his fantasies in fact ever became a reality. He shook the thoughts
from his head and turned to go into the house.
As he opened the door he heard, he heard a female voice call out, "Excuse
me Sir, is Barbie home?"
John turned to see the girl as she walked up the sidewalk. Barbie, or Barbara
as he called her was his teenage daughter. Standing silent for a moment he
took in her innocent beauty. Her impish smile became a grin as he looked
at her face. She could be a model he thought to himself as he studied her.
"She's still in bed," John told the pretty little girl.
"Awww damn!" the little brunette girl said. "I was hoping that she could
come out and play!"
"And I was hoping you could come up to my bedroom and play hide the salami
little girl!" he said in his mind. Instead he found himself saying, "Well,
come on in and I'll get her up."
"Awesome!" the youngster said as she bounced up the steps. John longed for
the energy of youth as he held the door open. She went into the house and
his nose inhaled her freshness as she walked past him. "So how do you know
Barbara, I mean Barbie," he asked.
"Oh we used to go to St. Joseph's Elementary together. But that was last
year, before I started 7th grade," she told him.
"I see. And who do I tell her is here when I wake her."
"Tell her that Angel is here," she told him.
"Angel? What a pretty name for such a pretty girl"
The little girl blushed slightly and then giggled. "It's not my real name,
but it's what my daddy used to call me."
"Used to?" he asked noticing a catch in her voice.
"Yeah, he used to call me that when he was around."
John nodded, not wanting to probe about why he wasn't around any longer.
"Make yourself at home. I'll be back shortly," he said as he turned and walked
down the hallway. His heart pounded in his head as well as his lower extremities.
The illicit thoughts that had been going through his mind earlier returned.
He stopped by Barbie's door pausing before he walked in, knowing full and
well that he was wasting his time because Barbie was not here. It's not that
he forgot, it's just that the looks of the young girl had been so intoxicating
that he wanted to be close to her, if only for a little while. Sitting on
the edge of the bed he looked around his young daughter's room. It was the
classic little girl's room, dolls, stuffed animals, an assortment of various
teen magazines and everything frilly. John inhaled deeply and closed his
eyes. He kept saying over and over, "She's just a kid damint! She's just
a kid!," as he tried desperately to remind himself that the gorgeous teenage
girl in the living room was just slightly older than her. He stood up, took
one final deep breath and then walked back into the hall. He could hear the
television as he made his way to the living room.
Angel had made herself at home. She was lying in the floor on her stomach
with her head propped up on the palms of her hands, watching Saturday morning
cartoons. Her slim little legs were bent at the knees, her feet in the air.
John dick flinched as his eyes beheld the beauty of her tanned legs, which
were slightly parted. "How come you've still got your clothes on girl?" he
thought in his old warped mind as he looked at her perfect heart shaped ass.
"Can I rub your ass and then stick my cock in it Angel?" he said in his mind
as he walked in the room. John cleared his throat as he walked up to her.
Angel turned her head up toward him and rolled over onto her back. Once again
his cock twitched. "I'm so embarrassed Angel," he said. The slight little
cleft of the mound between her legs was visible as she turned over and stared
up at him.
"Embarrassed?" she asked, lifting herself on her elbows. "Why are you embarrassed?"
she asked as her big brown innocent looking eyes almost burned into his very
soul. Round little breasts jutted forward from her chest, breasts that begged
to be fondled and kissed.
"Yeah, I am sorry, but I forgot that Angel went on a trip with her Girlscout
troop this weekend."
Angel frowned and said, "Well fuckaduck!" under her breath. John did his
best not to laugh at the teenage girl's choice of words, but he couldn't
help but smile. "That little cow told me that we would spend the Saturday
swimming!"
John laughed out loud as he watched her facial expression. "The little bitch
is a lying whore," he wanted to say to comfort the girl, but instead he said,
"I'm sure she just forgot."
"Yeah," Angel said, "but it really messes up my friggin' day. And," she paused,
"I had planned on spending the entire weekend with her. We were going to
swim all day and then I was going to spend the night tonight."
"You keep talking like that and I'll turn you over my knee and blister your
ass," echoed through his mind. "It's ok. Maybe next weekend," he told her
instead.
"Yeah, maybe," Angel said. "Can I use your phone Sir?"
"Yeah, it's in the hallway. You want something cold to drink Angel?"
"Got a Coke?" she asked.
"Coming up." John watched Angel's cute little ass in her tight black shorts
as she walked down the hall. His cock twitched once again against his pants
as she reached behind her, pulling them out of her ass crack.
"What the fuck am I thinking!" he said silently to himself. He opened the
refrigerator door and got a cool Coke and placed it on the counter. Reaching
into the cupboard, he pulled out a glass and began filling it. He drank the
remainder in the can and then moved the cool aluminum across his forehead.
The coolness felt good against his skin.
The cartoons were still on when he walked back into the living room. "Damnit!"
he heard Angel say loudly as she came back down the hall. Anger was very
evident on her angelic little face. "What's wrong kid," he asked as he stood
and handed her cool drink.
"Everything's just going to shit this weekend. That's all." Angel placed
the straw in her mouth and her painted lips closed around it, sucking some
of the cool fluid into it.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied matter-of-factly!
"Wan' tell me about it?"
Angel sat her glass down and sat hard on the couch, crossing her arms. She
reminded him of his daughter, pouting when things didn't go her way. "My
whole weekend is ruined!" John studied the youngster and could see that she
thought that her world was shattered indeed.
"Come on, it can't be that bad."
Angel uncrossed her arms and sat on the edge of the couch. "First of all,"
she said, "Barbie said I could stay the weekend, so my mom made plans to
go out of town. She's not coming back till Sunday evening so I'm locked out
of the friggin' house. Then, I call my neighbor and I don't get any answer.
Now I'm screwed, blued and tattooed!" she exclaimed.
"Settle down girl, we'll figure out something," he said, doing his best to
console the upset girl. "Can't you call your dad, an uncle or something?"
"I ain't got no family around here and my old man's in the slammer."
"Oh," was all he could say as he listened to the young girl ramble.
"You got anything stronger than a coke?" she asked, standing up and walking
toward the bar that sat on the edge of the living room. A bottle of Jack
Daniels was soon opened and she had poured some in her drink. "Wait Angel,
I don't think that's a good idea."
"It's an excellent idea," she said as she put the bottle back under the bar.
"Listen Angel, I could get in big trouble if someone found out you'd been
drinking over here."
"Who's going to know? I'm sure not going to tell!" Angel took a sip from
her glass and squinted her eyes as the sting of the whiskey almost took her
breath. "Damn. That's good shit," she told him laughing, moving back to the
couch. She sat on it and tucked her feet under indian style. John's hardon
was growing increasingly worse as his eyes zeroed in on the girl's crotch.
"Your mama know you drink?" he asked?
"Hell, she don't care mister," she told him, taking another long sip. "She's
too busy working all day and running around all night." Angel relaxed back,
"In fact, she's usually so liquored up by the time she gets home, she doesn't
even know if I'm home or not!"
What a shame John thought to himself as he sat looking at Angel. Such a pretty
girl and such a fucked up set of parents. "You want something to eat, a sandwich
or something?"
"Got any peanutbutter?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said frowning. The thoughts of Jack Daniels, Coke and penutbutter
did not appeal to his adult taste buds. Angel handed him her glass and he
walked into the kitchen and began to construct a sandwich for young Angel.
His lips moved into a sly smile as he put the case knife into the peanutbutter,
and spread it on the bread, thinking how he'd like to spread Angel out on
the bed and make mad passionate love to her. He took another can of soda
from the refrigerator and poured it into the glass.
While he was gone Angel had gotten his bottle from under the counter and
had it sitting in front of her on the coffee table. "Thanks," she said as
she poured some more booze into her glass, dribbling a little onto the table.
"Getting a little tipsy aren't we Angel?" he asked.
Angel giggled. "Nah, not really," she said as she flopped back against the
seat. John watched as the liquor slowly intoxicated the young girl. He could
see her inhibitions slipping away as he watched her eat. After a long period
of silence John spoke. "So how come your dad's in Jail?" he asked, wiping
the spilled booze from the table.
"I dunno'," she said softly, casting her head down.
"Ok," John said, "If you don't want to talk about it, it's ok." He sat beside
her and smiled at her to let her know that everything was going to be ok.
"Good," she said.
John turned his attention back to the television and watched as the last
cartoon for the day was over. "I better be going mister," she said. "Thanks
for the food and the Coke."
"No problem Angel. Come back any time," he told her.
Angel put her glass down and slowly began to stand to her feet. John sensed
a little wobble in her step, an obvious effect of the whiskey the young girl
had consumed. "I think you'd better stay here a little while Angel," he told
her, his mind racing at the thought of a drunk young girl being seen staggering
from his house.
"I'll be ok," she said, slurring her words slightly. She took a step forward
and then fell backwards on the couch, a burst of laughter coming from deep
inside her. "I think I'm stoned," she said and laughed again.
"I know you're stoned Angel," he said.
"Yeah," she said, "bombed!"
Of that there was no doubt. She tried to get up again but John took her arm
and pulled her back down on the couch. "You better stay here for a while
and rest," he told her.
"Damn," she said as she put her head back. "Sometimes things are really shitty."
"Sometimes," he agreed.
Angel turned her attention back to the television. She pulled her feet back
up on the couch and John caught just a glimpse of her silky panties in the
leg openings of her shorts.
"He's innocent you know," Angel said after a period of silence.
"What?" John asked, caught off-guard by the comment. * "My old man, he's
innocent."
"Innocent of what?"
"They say he did bad things to me," she told him. Angel studied his face
as she talked. John could tell that no matter what she said, he had to be
careful not to be judgmental.
"Bad things?"
"Yeah, you know, things a daddy shouldn't do to his daughter."
"Oh, I see," he said, suddenly sorry he asked.
"It's not what you think," she giggled. "You see, my daddy was a very strict
man. If I would get out of line he would spank me."
"So he beat you?"
"Oh no! It's not like that. It's just that, well, daddy came home one day
last year and found me skipping school and I had a boy there. Damn he got
pissed," she told him. "We didn't do anything I told him but he just wouldn't
believe me. He called me a slut and a whore and told me that I wasn't any
better than the sluts that sell themselves on the corner." A big tear made
a trail down Angel's cheek as she talked. "I tried to talk to him but the
longer I talked, the angrier he became." Angel reached for the bottle and
took a quick drink.
"Look Angel, if this is too painful."
"No it's ok," she said wiping her tear. "Sometimes it helps to have a grownup
to talk to. Anyway, I was in one of my moods and I let him know that in no
uncertain terms that I was not going to be bossed around any longer by him."
John could himself in this situation with Barbara. "So, what happened?"
"Like I said," she slurred, "I told him to fuck off and I was walking out
the door when he grabbed me and he took me over his knee." John perked up
as she told her story. "I called him an old bastard and tried to fight and
he held me tight and smacked my butt. Instead of crying like he wanted me
to, I just laughed at him and asked him if he liked beating on little girl's
asses!"
"Damn, decided to take the old man on?"
"Yeah. But that didn't stop him. Instead, he held me down tightly against
his knee and before I knew it, he had pulled my pants down and he began hitting
me." Angel sat up a little bit more and talked softer now. "I don't mean
he began to hit me hard, I mean his huge hand was striking both of my cheeks
at the same time. God it was the most intense thing I had ever experienced
in my life!"
"Intense?" John asked, shifting in his seat.
"Oh my god yes," Angel said as she arched her shoulders and rolled he eyes
back in her head. "It was the most intense fucking thing that I had ever
had happen to me in my entire life!" He watched the young girl's body almost
shiver as she spoke. "And then when he was done I felt something inside me
that I had never experienced before!" John's dick had become erect as he
imagined her little naked ass across her daddy's knee. She became more animated
now. "And then he let me go and I got off his knee and was standing there
with my pants around my ankles, rubbing my sore behind with one hand and
trying to hide my pussy with the other." Angel's hand moved between her legs
and she gently rubbed the crotch of her shorts. "So, there I was," she said
as her head remained back, "standing there naked from the waist down and
my daddy was looking at my 12 year old body. I could feel his e yes burning
into me and then I did the craziest thing." Angel's finger inched into the
leg band of her sorts and John sat there in wide-eyed amazement as she began
to rub herself under her panties. "Then, oh god John, it happened. At first
I felt a shiver start and before I knew it, I was lying in the floor with
my finger diddling my pussy, contracting in the most wonderful feeling that
I have ever known!"
The sweat was once again building up on John's forehead as the girl related
her story. "Oh my god," John said softly.
"That's exactly what I was saying as I lay there in the middle of the floor,
moving my finger over my little smooth mound. I was screaming 'Oh my god
daddy! Oh my god daddy! Fuck me daddy! Fuck meeeeeeee!!!!!!!'."
"Jesus," John groaned as he imagined her doing this to herself.
"Oh god yes," she said, her excitement of the event being taken over by the
need in her body. "So," she continued, "that was about the time that my mother
walked in while I was screaming and writhing on the floor and she went ballistic."
"I bet!" John said, not sure what to say.
"My daddy froze in fear when mom walked in. I think he expected her to go
ballistic but she didn't."
"What'd she do," so caught up in her story that he had to hear the rest.
"I was like going at my little pussy like crazy and dad was sitting there,
not sure what to say and my mom just stood there and watched me rubbing myself.
I heard him try to explain but she needed none. She looked down at my daddy
and saw the outline of his dick against his jeans and daddy was right. My
mommy is a whore! Just like me!"
John could stand it no longer. He had to have some relief so he took a chance.
He knew it was crazy but he could not help it. His hand moved into the opening
of his shorts and he pulled his cock out. He couldn't believe he was doing
this, but here it was. Here he was, pulling his cock out while he watched
this teenage vixen diddle herself in front of him and tell her story.
Angel spread her legs a little wider and he watched as her glorious pussy
lips came into contact with the air. They looked so tender and he licked
his lips as he watched her move her silky panties to the side. Then she spread
her sparsely covered cunt lips and inserted her finger between them.
"Oh god Angel," he gasped as he grabbed onto his cock.
"Mom got ready to say something but before she could, daddy had pulled his
cock out and pointed at it and then mom smiled. I couldn't fucking believe
it," she said, rubbing her clit hard, "my mom then dropped to her knees in
front of dad and she held her hand up and spit on it."
"On her hand," he asked?"
"Oh god no! On his cock! My mom spit on his fucking cock and got it really
wet and began to lubricate it until it was all slick with her spit." John's
dick was so hard that he couldn't remember ever being this hard. "And then,
and then, and then after she got it really slick with her spit, she took
my father's dick into her mouth!"
"They did in front of you?!" John exclaimed as his hand moved up and down
his rigid shaft.
"Yes in front of me!" Angel said as she moved her finger increasingly faster
over her cunt.
"Damn!"
Her legs widened and she continued. "Mom started sucking on daddy's slick
cock and he groaned. I fingered myself and mom began to move her head up
and down on daddy's shaft, taking a little more in her mouth at a time. His
head rolled back as she took him until she had every bit of his huge cock
in her mouth. Oh shit John. She had her face all the way and had buried his
cock in her throat. She held it there and then I saw my daddy make a face
like I'd never seen before."
"Damn, damn, damn," was all he could say as he pulled on his blood engorged
dick.
"And then I saw my mom's eyes get really big and I knew that he had done
it, he had done it! He'd cum in my mom's mouth right in front of me!" John
body stiffened and he let out a gasp. "Yes, oh god yes John, cum for little
Angel. Cum for Angel like my daddy did in mommy's mouth. Please John, let
me see you squirt that milky stuff from your cock," her soft voice said.
"I'm cumming Angel," he said as he shook.
"Yes, let me see your cum run like it did out of my mommy's mouth when daddy
shot it deep. Let me see your cum run John. Please, for Angel, please do
it for me now!"
Like someone who had only one goal in life, John pulled on his cock fast
and then it shot somewhere in the middle of the couch, a hot jet of spunk
landed. "Oh fuckkkkkkkkk!!!!!" Angel moaned as she watched. Her young body
racked with contractions as her orgasm hit her. "Oh god yes, cum for your
sweet Angel daddy," she groaned as she slid her slender fingers deep within
herself.
The most intense orgasm that John could remember slowly stopped as the last
of his cum erupted from the end of his cock. He watched as Angel finished
herself off and he almost passed out, his breathing ragged and coming in
short bursts like he had run a marathon.
"Oh god!" Angel screamed one last time and then she too fell back, breathing
hard. Her eyes remained closed and her breathing went back to normal after
a few minutes.
John just sat there, stunned at what had just happened. He couldn't believe
that he had masturbated for someone, let alone someone as young as Angel!
He looked at the tainted beauty as she lay there. "If only he hadn't told,"
he heard her softly say, "if only he hadn't told." John put his spent cock
back in his pants and moved toward angel. He could hear her gently snore
and knew that she had drifted off to a drunken sleep.
He looked down and his cock began to grow again as he looked at her still
prone pussy. It was beyond a doubt the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
His hand moved down and his finger was just inches away from touching her
mound when the phone rang.
"FUCK!" he said, this time in anger. "FUCK!" He got up and walked to the
phone. "Hello," a feminine voice said on the other end.
"Hello," he replied.
"Hi, this is Angel's mom. I just wanted to know if she was going to spend
the night or if she would be home for dinner?"
"Dinner," John asked, not sure what to say, "I don't know. The girls aren't
in the house right now," he lied.
"Well, her father and I have really been worried about her lately. She's
given us nothing but trouble and we try to keep close tabs on her."
"Uh, she's more than welcome to have dinner here and spend the night if that's
ok with you."
"Oh that's perfectly fine," the lady said. "We were just not sure. Thanks.
Bye," she said and then the phone went dead.
"Well son-of-a-bitch," John mumbled. She was nothing but a lying little slut.
She had drank his booze and enticed him into putting on a show for him. His
face flushed with anger and embarrassment at what had happened. "She'll be
sorry when I'm done with her," he said as he turned and walked back toward
the little teenage girl on the couch. "She'll be very sorry indeed!"
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