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Wally World Daddy, Chapter I-3 (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
By ?
A Wally World Giant Store probably seems a poor place to find romance,
but Daddy VanHorn wasn't looking for romance. He had a developed a
taste for young stuff. And, for that, the middle-aged college
professor had found that the Wally World store in the small, southern
rural community where he lived offered excellent hunting grounds.
On weekends, especially weekends around the first of the month when
all the welfare families received their checks, the store was
literally jammed with possibilities.
There were the young welfare mommies, some no older than 14 and 15,
pushing their shopping carts around with a baby in the cart seat. Some
of them were very erotic to VanHorn, especially if they exhibited his
favored fantasy body-tall, very thin, long legs, tiny butt and tiny
breasts.
But even better than the young trailer trash mommies where the trailer
trash little girls. They always accompanied their moms who were either
fat or rough-looking from years of hard treatment that etched deep
lines into their faces and grayed their hair too early. These families
always seemed to have daughters in the age range VanHorn liked
best--10 to 13 prepubescent and pubescent girls with budding breasts
and bare cunt.
VanHorn noticed the welfare nights soon after he moved to the South to
teach at a large state university about 30 miles from his new home. He
liked the country and small towns, and Ft. Melbourne on the Gulf Coast
had turned out to have the added benefit of thousands of poorly
educated, dirt-poor families with an abundance of pubescent girls.
It also worked out that most of these families were without fathers,
and that fit VanHorn's profile of the type of young girl he sought.
Young girls without daddies almost always sought male attention,
especially older male attention, and VanHorn stood ready to give it.
He had been hitting Wally World on welfare check weekends for almost a
year, trying to figure which girls to approach, and how. It was a
dangerous sport, and he had to be careful. He was hesitant make an
actual approach. It just so happened that events worked everything out
for him without taking such a risk.
One Saturday afternoon on welfare check day, he was pushing his cart
through the grocery section and kept running into a woman trailing
three girls with her. VanHorn guessed them at 12 or 13, 10 or 11 and
about 8 or 9 for the littlest one.
Their shabby clothing and dirty condition told him they were probably
welfare poor. But all three girls had long, dirty blonde hair, and
VanHorn found them very erotic. The oldest was about 5'6", and very
thin. Her threadbare tee-shirt fit tightly around her peach-like,
braless breasts. It was a white cut-off tee, and he could see her
titties were mostly cone-shaped nipples that showed dark through the
thin material. The way the tee hung below them, he knew he could get a
perfect view of her perfect titties if her were looking up from below
her. He couldn't help but stare at them. It made his cock stir,
especially when he caught the girl's eye and purposely moved his eyes
down over her breasts. She acted embarrassed, but VanHorn noticed her
little nips stood straight out after that.
The third time he met the family as they went up and down the aisles,
the mother smiled and he smiled back. It made him shudder, because the
woman was so pitiful. She sported a black eye and bruises on her arms
and legs. She was missing two front teeth. She had either been beaten
by someone or in a car accident. The girls smiled shyly at him, but
there was fear in their eyes, just like in their mothers'. VanHorn
winked at them, flashing his best, friendly smile, especially at the
oldest girl whose titties he wanted suck and lick. When they met again
at the next aisle, the oldest girl smiled when he passed her. He spoke
to her.
"We have to stop meeting like this," he joked, winking at her,
laughing and looking to each of the girls as well as the mother.
She oldest girl laughed a bit too, and the mother did the same.
"Say, mister, da you'all know where they keep the laundry soap in this
here store?" asked the hag.
"Why, sure. I'm going over there right now. I'll show you," he
replied.
"Naomi, honey, you go with him and get a box of whatever's cheapest,"
said the haggard-looking woman, her dress too large for her emaciated
body.
"Sure, follow me, honey," he said to the girl with the titties. She
smiled at him for the kind word and followed.
Once in the detergent section, he showed the girl where the best deal
was and pointed out a box on a third shelf. He stood aside and watched
her stretch for the box. It raised her tee just enough for him to see
the round bottoms of her titties. He wanted to pull his cock out and
jack off right there.
"Gosh, you sure are cute. But I'll bet you hear that all the time
don't you?" he said, knowing she probably never heard those words from
anyone.
"Oh, thanks mister," she stammered, blushing a bit, but looking up at
the professor. He looked straight back into her blue eyes. "Nobody
never told me that, ever."
"Well, it's high time someone did. If you were older, I would even
want to be your boyfriend. How about that?" He said, fixing his gaze
on her perfect titties. He noticed her nipples rise again, giving him
an even better show.
"Gee, thanks mister. I wish I was older too, if you wanted me for a
girlfriend. Yer really nice. Thanks...a, I better be gettin' back to
mama," she said haltingly, noticing where the man was staring. VanHorn
sensed she wanted to linger to bask in this unfamiliar attention.
"Ok, Naomi. Isn't that your name? Nice meeting you," he called as she
backed away, looking at him with what VanHorn could only describe as
longing.
He waved and winked. She waved back and smiled from ear-to-ear before
turning and half-running back to the other aisles where her mother and
sisters were still shopping. He watched her tiny, incredibly tight
butt in her dirty jeans as she went, blonde hair flying.
A lump had risen in his pants, and it was just diminishing when he
entered the fishing section and started looking around. Without
warning, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find young Naomi
there, smiling, hands behind her back, her tiny titties staring right
at him, her slim legs slightly spread. She beamed at him.
"Hi! It's me again!" she chirped.
"Why, so it is, and just as cute as ever too. Where's your mom?" asked
VanHorn, staring right at her cute little titties.
"She's in the garden section. She lets me come look at the fishin'
stuff when she's in there for a long time. Do you like to fish?" asked
the girl, moving closer to him. VanHorn noted that she obviously knew
his was staring at her breasts and liked it. She stuck her chest our
right next to him, actually brushing her titties against his arm. He
looked down and stared at her nipples, nearly popping out of the tee
shirt, looked back to her eyes and saw she was watching him, seemingly
eager for his approval.
"Sure do. And you?"
"I'd like too, but I ain't got no pole or rod and nobody to take me.
Mom said I could go sometime, but only if I can find someone to take
me. Don't know what I'd do for a pole," she said.
"No rod and reel? How you gonna fish without a rod and reel?"
Her face darkened, and he was sorry he had said it. "I, I guess I
can't...." She was near tears. "It don't matter none, though, 'cause I
got nobody who would take me anyway."
"Hey, hey. How's this? I'll take you fishing and make you a birthday
present of your own rod and reel. What do you think?"
Her face lighted up immediately and she moved closer to him, eyes
excited, wondering if he was telling her the truth. Her little titties
nestled around his upper arm where she pressed against his side.
"Really? Really, mister? You'd take me fishin' and give me my own rod
and reel? But, but, my birthday ain't 'til next winter, in December."
"Sure, I'll take you fishing if it's OK with your mom. And, we'll just
pretend it's your birthday tonight. Why don't you go ask her if you
can go fishing with me in the morning. I'll be here looking around,"
said VanHorn.
"I'll be right back!" she jumped up and down and took off at a run
toward the garden department.
VanHorn's cock was getting fatter in his pants. His heart beat faster.
He was actually moving on his first young girl, making the first step
in what he hoped wouldn't end with him in jail for child molesting but
in bed with his dick buried in this young girl's cunt. He needn't have
worried in the case of Naomi Beechum and her mother Faye.
Getting mom's agreement was a snap. It surprised him how fast the girl
returned. Naomi had come running back, excited. "She said it's OK,
mister," she said, but her voice sounded sad. "I can go fishing with
you in the morning, but I ain't got no way to get to your place. We
live way out in Lee County," said the girl, looking up at VanHorn with
begging eyes. The situation's possibilities dawned on VanHorn right
away, and his cock stirred once again.
"Tell you what. Why don't you ask your mom if you can stay at my house
here in town tonight. That way, we can get up early and hit the lake.
I'll bring you home tomorrow evening. Would that be OK with your mom?"
Naomi didn't hesitate in answering, and that surprised VanHorn.
"Oh, I know she won't mind, but I better go ask her," she said. "Oh?
How's that?"
"She's always tryin' t'git rid o'me and my sisters so she and her
boyfriend can get drunk," explained the girl with the wisdom of a
sage.
Little Naomi had been gone for at least 15 minutes, and Professor
VanHorn was about to leave the fishing section, figuring Naomi's
mother had vetoed his fishing invitation. Maybe she even got hot about
it and was reporting him to police. Damn, thought VanHorn, I better
get out of here. He walked into the main aisle and headed toward the
door when he heard a young voice calling him.
"Mister! Hey, Mister!"
He turned to see Naomi hurrying along in front of her mother and the
other two girls. She dashed to him with wide eyes.
"She said OK, mister. I can go fishing with you.!" she said as she got
closer.
"Well, that's great, Naomi," said VanHorn, opening an arm that the
girl immediately ducked under so she was hanging on his side, pressing
her young body against him, his arm around her shoulders, her arm
around his waist. The top of her blonde head came to his chin. Her
skin nearly burned his arm where it touched her, and his cock was
nearing rock hard ready to fuck state. "When can you go? Can you go in
the morning?" asked VanHorn, hardly believing the girl's mother would
let her go with a strange man she knew nothing about. He had to tell
himself to slow down, not be so rushed.
Naomi's mom and sisters had joined them by then, and the mother
responded to his question as Naomi, turned to her mother and begged:
"Please, mommy, can I go in the morning?"
She looked at the girl, then at VanHorn before saying: "Well, I reckon
so. Don't see nuthin' wrong with you goin' fishin' with this
gentleman. But, sir, we lives way out in Dixie County, and she ain't
got no way to get back here in the mornin."
"Oh, well, maybe we can work something out. Why don't we go back to
the McDonalds and talk about it a bit. I'll buy you all lunch. OK?"
"Why, that's right nice of ya, sir. Girls? McDonalds?" she asked her
three urchins. They all nodded and said "Yes, mamma."
VanHorn figured it was a good idea to establish some kind of trust
with the mother before suggesting what he had in mind to solve the
transportation problem for a morning fishing trip. His stomach
fluttered, his hands shook a bit, but he calmed himself and tried to
plan their conversation.
All of them ordered Big Mac meals and he bought ice cream for them
after they ate their burgers and fries. He gave Naomi a $20 bill to go
buy the ice cream while he talked with her mother, whose name turned
out to be Faye, Faye Beechum. He introduced himself to her and shook
hands with mom and all three girls. The two younger ones averted their
eyes, but Naomi didn't. She looked him right in the eyes, dreamily. He
locked eyes with her for a second then slowly lowered his to her
perfect little titties, so visible under the tight, white tee shirt.
He saw her nipples rise under his gaze yet again, and he knew she saw
where he was looking. Faye snapped him back to the game.
"It's awful nice o' yawl to buy us dinner and to take Naomi fishing
with ya, Mister VanHorn. I just don't see how she can though, since we
live so far out in the country, you know? You live 'round here
somewheres?"
"Why yes, I live down by the river, near the state park."
"Oh, that's nice down there, I know. Ah, I hate to be nosey, sir, but
are yawl married?"
"Oh, that's OK. You naturally want to know more about a man who is
taking your little girl fishing in the morning. No, I'm not married,
and I don't have any children. I always wanted a little girl though,"
he said, catching Naomi's eye, winking and smiling at her for an
instant. There was a brief silence as Faye Beechum rolled it all over
in her beaten down brain, but it was obvious she wasn't up to the
task. She looked blank.
"What do you do, Mister VanHorn?" asked Naomi, straining closer to him
from the chair at his side.
"I teach at the university, English Department," he replied.
"Oh, you a teacher? Did you hear that Naomi, he teaches at the
university," said Faye Beechum, obviously pleased that such a man was
taking an interest in her daughter. "Well, gosh, I think it would be
OK, being that you're a teacher an all, for Naomi to go with you, but
I jes' don't see how she's gonna git back down here in the morning,"
said the battered mom, shaking her graying head of hair.
"It would be too far to drive up there, then way back down here to
fish, but, well, how about if she just stays at my house tonight?
We'll get up and go early in the morning, if that's OK," suggested
VanHorn. "I have a spare room she can use."
Naomi was nearly jumping up and down now, begging. "Please...oh please
mommy. Let me stay, please..." she pleaded, her voice cracking, her
eyes begging the haggard woman.
The mother seemed hesitant, but she hadn't rejected the idea, that
much was plain to the professor. He also noticed that Faye's attention
had gone to the change from the $20 bill he had given Naomi to buy ice
cream.
"Tell you what, I'll even bring her home tomorrow night after we get
done fishing," he said. They were all looking at Faye, waiting.
VanHorn's heart pounded in his ears. Let her say yes, please, let her
say yes, he said over and over again in his mind.
"Well, I guess that'd be fine, sir. I kin tell it's just fine with
Naomi, right Naomi?"
Naomi was literally jumping up and down, trying to control herself,
obviously delighted and deliriously happy about what was happening to
her.
The young sisters asked if I would take them fishing too, someday.
They looked so pitiful, VanHorn wished he could take them all home
with him. The one that was 10 or 11 had budding nipples too, and she
was every bit as pretty as her older sister. The youngest girl was
also a beauty, and VanHorn licked his lips, thinking about all three
of them in his bedroom naked.
"You bet, I'd be happy to take both of you sometime," said VanHorn,
eyeing the 10-year-old with renewed interest. "I promise."
-end chapter one-
Wally World Daddy Chapter 2
Naomi at Daddy's House
VanHorn wondered at what just a little attention had done for
Naomi. From a raggedy, shy little whipped pup had sprung a talkative,
inquisitive young girl whose excitement at her good fortune nearly
overwhelmed him.
"Oh, I cain't wait to git these new clothes on! They're just
like I see the rich girls at school wearin'. All the boys say those
girls look sexy dressed that way. Now I'm gonna look sexy too! Oh,
Mister…aaa..cain't I call ya sumethin' differen' than jes Mister?" she
jabbered.
"Sure, honey, why don't you call me Daddy. I'd like that,"
VanHorn told her as they drove out of town and down the dark country
roads toward his house on the river. He smiled to himself as he
awaited her response.
"Daddy? Y'awl wanna me ta call ya Daddy?"
"Sure. I'd like to pretend that you are my little girl, and
you pretend I'm your daddy. Would you like to do that with me?"
"Sure! Mister...oops…I mean Daddy!" she squealed and jumped
sideways in the front seat of the truck, gluing herself to his side.
He raised his right arm and held her against him. She encircled his
waist with her arm then, and hugged her chest to his side. She tucked
her head against his chest and nuzzled his own nipples with her nose
and cheek.
"That's my girl," he said, stroking her hair now. "It will be
fun to have a daughter, especially one as pretty and sexy as you are."
The girl shuddered against him at those words, and she
squeezed him, pressing her little breasts hard against his side. He
thought he felt her move her chest back and forth a little, rubbing
them against his side.
"Really? Would you really like to have me for your daughter?
You all really think I'm pretty…and…sexy?"
"Absolutely Naomi. Yes, I wish you were my own little girl,
and yes, you are pretty and sexy, especially sexy."
"Especially sexy? Why'd ya say that? Nobody ever told me
that before."
"That's because nobody ever looked at you that way. When I
look at you, I see a beautiful young face with bright blue eyes,
perfect little breasts, long legs for such a young girl, and a tight,
perfect little butt. That's why I say you're sexy. That's the way it
should be. Good daughters always excite their daddies sexually."
Naomi's ears burned, and she could feel the blood rising in
her face. What the man said embarrassed her, but it also made her
nipples tingle. She rubbed them unconsciously against his side again
and squirmed a little in her seat, because she suddenly felt warm
between her legs. Sensing her confusion and arousal, VanHorn kept
talking.
"Besides, that's what daddies are supposed to do, tell their
little girls how pretty and sexy they are…and lots of other things
too."
Naomi could, all of a sudden, feel his hand running up and
down her side as she hugged herself against him there in the front
seat of the truck. His hand moved up until it cupped her right
breast. He caught her nipple between his fingers through her tee
shirt and manipulated it with his deft fingers.
It felt good to Naomi, but she got a little uneasy. Was letting this
man play with her breasts wrong, she wondered. Some of the girls at
school said it was against Jesus to let a boy feel your body and have
sex. On the other hand, the things going on at home argued against
anything being wrong where sex is concerned.
Naomi's only previous sexual experiences argued that her
mother didn't have a thing against Naomi being involved in sex. Her
mom had been making her come into her and Jack's bedroom on Saturday
nights. Her mom made her strip naked for Jack so he could look at her
while her mom played with his penis or sucked on it until he came.
She had seen him cum twice now, and it excited her and scared her at
the same time. She was interested in Jack's penis and the things her
mom did, but she didn't want to try it with him. The thought of
doing the things her mom did with Jack made her shiver. Worse, just
last week, Jack had caught her at home alone and made her jack him
off, just like her mom had done. She hated Jack, but she remembered
how excited having her hand around his dick had been.
The young girl's anxiety peaked when she thought about what
would be happening at home tonight. Jack and Mom would get drunk,
watch a sex movie, then go to the bedroom. Since she wasn't there,
Naomi suddenly realized that her 11-year-old sister, Reba, would
probably be in their bedroom tonight. It would be her little sister
stripping naked for him and watching their mother suck him or jack him
off.
Naomi was free of it all tonight. She was going home with a nice man
who seemed so kind and interested in her, was taking her fishing,
bought her clothes and even gave her money! She didn't quite
understand his little "Daddy" game, but she assumed it was just that,
just like playing house with the neighborhood kids and her sisters.
Naomi had never had a daddy, or at least not one that she knew.
The professor had spent lots of money on her, just the way she always
imagined her real daddy would. Soon, she realized his hand felt good
as it fondled her breast. She moved to make it easier for him, since
he seemed to like doing it. She squeezed him hard and her whole body
shivered as a sudden rush of warmth washed over her. When he returned
it by squeezing her shoulder and bending over to kiss her forehead,
she was overwhelmed by a rush of emotion. She felt so close to him.
It felt as real as any emotion she had ever felt. She thought she
might be falling in love with him, kind of like a daddy.
"Does it feel good when I rub your breast like this?" he
asked, breaking her chain of fantasies
"Yes. Is that what daddies do with their little girls? I
mean do you like doing it?" she countered.
"Oh yes, honey. Daddy likes it, and, yes, this is one thing
daddies do with their daughters."
"What other things do daddies do?"
"Oh, we'll talk all about that later. We're getting close to my house
now. You want to try on your new clothes don't you?"
"Oh yes, Daddy! Yes, I do!"
"OK. Well, the first thing then is to get you in the bath when we get
in the house. Don't want clean new clothes on a dirty little girl do
we?" He was pleased she seemed to be calling him Daddy now more or
less spontaneously. His cock wouldn't go down.
"Oh, no I guess not. Daddy, can I take a bath at yer house then?" she
answered.
"You bet you can. I'll even help you," said VanHorn.
The comment didn't register anything with Naomi. If she heard it, she
didn't care, and that made VanHorn's lust raise one more notch.
When he pulled into his driveway, Naomi was impressed. Everything was
neat and clean, and the house was secluded behind azaleas and live oak
trees. A cat came running to meet them, and he picked it up and
petted it, then handed the cat to Naomi who cradled it and petted it
too. The cat purred in her arms.
"Can she come inside with us?" she asked.
"Sure. She live here too. She's my kitty," he told her to her
delight.
Inside the professor's house was a whole different world than the one
Naomi knew. It was clean and neat with beautiful pictures and books.
There were bookcases everywhere, and they were all filled with books!
She spotted a huge new color television, tape machine and even a
Nintendo game! The furniture was all wood and very shiny and
expensive-looking. The carpet was a tightly woven fabric she had
never seen before.
"Wow! Y'all shore got a nice place here, Mister,,,,Oh! I mean Daddy!"
"Why thank you honey. Think of it as your home Naomi. After all,
where ever a girl's daddy lives is her home too," VanHorn replied,
trying to make the girl more and more comfortable.
"Oh, that'd be so nice! To live in a place like this! Oh, I wish it
were all real," she said, the brightness fading in her voice as she
realized it was just a fantasy.
"It might be real someday, honey. I mean, if you're a good girl and
learn how to take care of your daddy, who knows….maybe your mom would
let you come live here some of the time, maybe."
Naomi didn't know what to say to that proposal except that she got
excited all over again. Her animation returned and she ran into
VanHorn's arms and hugged him tight to her.
"Daddy! I love you Daddy!" said the emotionally uncoiling child.
VanHorn had shown her more tenderness and caring in the last hours
than she had received her entire life. The girl felt nothing but
warmth inside as she pressed against him. She didn't react when he
slid his hand down her back and cupped her butt, pulling her pelvis
against him. Her pressed her against his body and she felt him push
himself into her. He massaged her small butt with both hands as began
gently humping against her. She relaxed into him and let him do as he
wished.
"You ready for that bath now honey?"
"Uh huh, Daddy, I guess so," said the girl, confused a little
by the sexual nature of her reaction to VanHorn's manipulations.
"Well, come on then. Daddy will help you. That's one favorite thing
I always wanted to do…to give my own little girl her evening bath."
He led her by the hand through the house into his bed room and then
into the huge, attached master bath. Naomi was dazzled when he hit
the light switch.
"Wow! What a bathroom!" exclaimed the little girl. Her eyes soaked
in the expanse of white tile, an enormous sunken tub, the golden
fixtures, the marble basin. He hit another switch and an overhead
infrared light came on to bath them in heat.
"I'll run your bath water. You can go ahead and get out of those old
clothes now if you want," he said, turning to the tub and opening the
water valves.
Naomi wasn't sure what to do at first, but since he just went on
preparing her bath, she decided it must be a normal thing. It must be
part of him being my daddy, she thought, and wanted to keep him
pleased with her.
Wally World Daddy, Chapter 3
VanHorn was flying on lust. The daughter of his dreams, complete with
perfect little breasts, hardly any public hair and long thin legs had
obviously surrendered herself to him completely. She seemed
determined to please him, to make her new daddy happy, and VanHorn
had made it plain what that took. He wondered what must be going
through the girl's mind as they walked to his king size bed
She held his penis in her right hand, and his left arm was around her
shoulder.
VanHorn led her to the bed and directed her to lie down. He then
dimmed the lights, lighted some candles and flipped on his Bose
stereo. He played a jazz CD featuring a haunting, muted trumpet.
When he returned to the bed, she lay there with her legs slightly
parted. He gazed at her cunt, soaked in her naked breasts and stroked
his own cock as he contemplated sticking it into her pubescent vagina.
She was just absolutely perfect. He felt a rush of emotion-tenderness
mixed with his raging sexual desire.
She must have noticed his focus on her body.
"Don't you want me to do that for you Daddy?" she asked as she watched
him stroke it.
"Would you like to jack my cock for me?
"Uh huh. I would Daddy. Will it make you feel good?"
"Oh yes, Naomi, it would. But there is something that will make
Daddy's dick feel even better than your hand or your mouth. Do you
know what that is?"
"Uh huh, I think so….my pussy?"
"That's right honey," he replied, surprised she used that word. "I
want to stick my dick into you and fuck you like a real daddy would
teach his daughter how to fuck. You still want to be my little girl
don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy. Can we still go fishin' in the mornin'? Can I still try
on my new clothes tonight?" She asked, propping herself up on arm and
reaching for his cock with the other. She wrapped her hand around it
and started jacking it. She handled it without hesitation, as if she
had been doing this for years.
"Mmmm, that's nice honey. And, yes of course we're going fishing and
of course you can try your new clothes on tonight. There'll be lots
more new clothes for you to try on from now on if you learn to fuck
your daddy real good. You know, make Daddy's cock feel hot and warm
and wet inside your little cunt," said VanHorn, leaning back and
watching her jack him off.
All of Naomi's concentration was focused on his cock. She bit on her
lip as she jacked him harder.
"Lots more new clothes?" she queried, looking up at him and slowing
down on his cock.
"Sure, Naomi. My daughter, my little girl, my favorite girl who makes
Daddy's cock feel so good….fucks her daddy, sucks his dick and loves
his cum….that girl will be my princess. Nothing will be to good for
her. Is that going to be you Naomi? Do you want Daddy to buy you
lots of nice things, take you nice places?"
"Uh huh Daddy, I do. I want to be your favorite little girl Daddy.
You can fuck me Daddy, all you want, and I loved it when you put it in
my mouth Daddy. And Daddy, I loved your cum all over me and the way
we kissed and spit it back it forth. It made me all excited."
VanHorn simply smiled down at the beautiful young waif. She was still
looking up to him with pleading eyes, slowing jacking his steel boner,
waiting for an answer.
"Don't you want to fuck me Daddy? I ain't never done it before, but
you can show me how cain't ya?"
"Good Naomi. Yes Daddy can teach you. Daddy's gonna teach his little
girl to fuck right now," he answered, his voice getting louder as the
fire of lust consumed him. "Let go of Daddy's cock and lie down
again. Spread your legs for Daddy and play with your pussy for me."
Naomi did as she was told and started rubbing her pussy and clitoris,
just like she had learned from a girl a school. She felt more
sensitive than ever before down there, and she noticed her slit was
very wet. She couldn't help but move her hips as she played with
herself. She looked to the foot of the bed to see VanHorn there,
standing and watching, stroking his cock, as she played with herself.
"Good honey. Good. Spread your legs a little more so Daddy can
see…there…good girl. Rub that pussy and get it good and wet for
Daddy's cock," he ordered, his cock now demanding more than his own
hand's attention.
"It is wet Daddy. Good and wet," she honestly reported, mind
wandering to fancy clothes she had seen in magazines, fancy resorts on
the ocean……
"Say 'my pussy's wet for your cock Daddy,'" he ordered, crawling up
onto the bed and moving between her legs on his knees.
"My pussy's wet for you Daddy," she parroted.
"Mmm, good girl. Now let Daddy look at you all over. Daddy's cock
wants to see all of you," he said and moved his penis so it touched
her thigh. Naomi wiggled a little, looking down to see his hardon,
all hard and red and bulging with veins. He rubbed it up her thigh,
moved up to her tummy, bypassing her pussy, then moved on his knees so
he could rub his dick over her breasts, her neck, her hair, her face.
He stopped when he touched it to her lips.
"Kiss it for Daddy."
Naomi pursed her lips and kissed it, then opened her lips and sucked
the head into her lips and swirled her tongue around it. She liked
this. It seemed to give her so much power over him.
"Oh good honey! That's Daddy's girl. Loves her daddy's cock!" he
praised, stroking her face and hair as she licked and kissed the
length of his shaft, then his balls as he moved them over her face and
onto her lips. She worked fast, licking, kissing, letting him rub his
genitals over her entire face without complaint. She liked the feel
of his huge penis laying alongside her nose, across her eyes and onto
her forehead.
"Tell me what you love honey," he demanded.
Without thinking, Naomi realized what she had to say to make him
happy: "I love your cock Daddy. I love my daddy's big cock."
"Good baby. Good girl," he praised again, moving away now, rubbing
his penis back over her neck, breasts and tummy, then across her pubic
area where he brushed it against her aroused clitoris.
"Oh Daddy!" Naomi yelped as the penis touched her sensitive clit. She
wondered why his penis felt so much better rubbing her there than her
fingers did, but all her senses immediately focused on her pussy as
she felt the head of it move slowly between her pussy lips. She was
assaulted by new sensations and began feeling closer and closer to
VanHorn. She was beginning to think of him as her daddy, and it was
easier for her to call him that.
VanHorn braced himself on his hands and moved his cock into position,
but he held it there, just inside her hairless pussy lips and said:
"Naomi. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to be looking into
your eyes when I stick my cock in you."
Naomi looked up into the kind, flushed face and into his deep blue
eyes. They were staring deeply into her own eyes, and she felt a rush
of what she thought had to be what love felt like. The penis poised
at her cunt felt good, but the way he looked at her made her feel so
protected, so loved,…she couldn't stop herself. Naomi threw her arms
around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss as she felt his penis
slip inside her.
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