Title: Princess Rosa
Author: davidq
Keywords: M+g
Rosa stifled a yawn. She was very tired, poor thing; it was well past
her usual bedtime, but she really wanted to wait up for Dave. He'd
been due at the farmhouse around nine; at 10:30 he'd texted to say
"Bloody puncture. There in 15." It was now well after eleven and I'd
just answered his "missed bloody turning, my sat-nav's a prat-nav"
with a "she's waiting up :)".
"Was that him? Is he nearly here yet?" Rosa's eyes were shining, but
her eyelids betrayed her sleepiness. I smiled at her "Yes, honey,
he's nearly here." As I spoke my phone pinged: "hubba hubba - there
in 5!". I showed it to Rosa; she squeaked excitedly.
I understood pretty quickly after our last trip here that Rosa was,
firstly, a deliciously hot little girl, and a truly dutiful daughter,
and, secondly, that she had a real crush on Dave. She and I had
shared... moments, let's say, since then, and it was on one of those
occasions, her lying naked in my arms, me stroking her hair and
pondering for the ninetieth time how lucky I was, that she'd asked if
we could see him again. She can, of course, get anything she wants
from me, so I'd arranged this weekend away at our favourite holiday
farmhouse. Dave had not been difficult to persuade. "A weekend with
my favourite little blonde?" he'd yelled down the phone. "Why are you
even asking? I'll be there Friday night." It's a long drive from
Dave's place here. "Fuck the drive, I'll be there!" he'd yelled.
Well, clearly it had been more eventful than he'd hoped. But, just as
Rosa yawned again, fit to crack her jaws, lights flared across the
living room curtains. Rosa leaped from the sofa and ran to the door.
By the time I'd caught up she was standing on the front step waving at
the sporty little Mazda as it crunched to a halt on the gravel. The
headlights flashed a greeting, then died, and Dave leaped out. He
grinned, waved back, stretched, and strode toward us across the
driveway. As soon as he was close enough Rosa leaped at him, her PJs
flapping. He caught her neatly and she clung to him, legs around his
waist. He kissed her nose.
"Hey, man," he said, smiling affably at me. "How's you? And how's
you, honey?" He turned his attention to Rosa, kissed her nose again,
then turned and yelled at the car. "C'mon, prat-nav, come say hello!"
I started. Rosa's eyes widened as she looked over Dave's shoulder. A
second guy climbed from the passenger seat, nodded a greeting and
sauntered over.
Whoa! A second guy?
"Hey Rosa, Dave, meet my most excellent friend Steve."
My hand reached out automatically to shake his while my brain got its
ass into gear and caught up. Steve?
"Pleased to meet you, mate," said Steve, a smile splitting his face.
It's corny but it is true --- black guys' smiles really do stand out
more, especially at night. Steve's voice was low and resonant, a
commanding voice, and in appearance he was the spit of Idris Elba,
without the facial hair. It was just like shaking hands with Stringer
Bell from The Wire, although without the air of menace.
Rosa was clearly taking as long to catch up as I; perhaps longer. I
saw her cling a little tighter round Dave's neck as she watched this
enormous black guy turn toward her. Steve reached out a hand.
Tentatively Rosa detached one from Dave's neck to meet his. He took
it gently, bent, and kissed her fingers. "Miss Rosa," he said, his
voice solemn but his big, dark eyes twinkling, "it's an absolute
privilege to meet you. Dave has told me all about you" --- there was
a slight stress on the 'all' --- "although I'm afraid he lied."
Steve's perfectly timed pause was broken by a wiggle of his eyebrows:
"He said you were lovely, when he should have said 'utterly
beautiful'."
Rosa's little smile spread. She looked at me; I smiled back. She
looked up at Dave's face; he winked. She looked at Steve, and gave
a lovely little laugh, a laugh almost at once drowned by another
jaw-cracking yawn.
"Hey, welcome guys," I said. "Get in, make yourselves at home. I
need to get this little lady to bed. For a good, long sleep," I
added, grinning at the lascivious expression that crossed Dave's
face. "She needs her beauty sleep. No arguments, young lady, you can
barely keep your eyes open. Time to get acquainted in the morning."
Rosa was practically asleep as she brushed her teeth, and I'm sure she
was unconscious as she kissed me goodnight.
Next morning I was awake first, something which always suits me well.
I loved the peace of this place, but at no time more than first
thing. The sun was already climbing, promising another warm day. I
brewed coffee and watched the cock-pheasant strutting across the back
lawn, his head-plumage glowing a brilliant green in the clear morning
air. By the time Rosa stumbled into the big kitchen I'd already
polished off cereal and toast and was onto my third cup of coffee.
"Morning sleepyhead," I laughed as she shrugged her way across the
cool slate floor, trailing her favourite dressing gown; it was two
sizes too big for her, but she loved it. She looked particularly
lovely: blonde hair sleep-rumpled, cheeks still pink --- and a
peculiar light in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. I helped her to
a bowl of her favourite munchies, and she'd only taken a few mouthfuls
before whatever was bubbling inside her had to come out.
"Oh dad! Dad! Last night! Dave, and then Steve! Oh, dad!"
Those words sent funny shivers all through me but I played it cool. I
may even have fooled her.
"Yeah?"
"I was asleep, and dreaming, and then I woke up and Dave was in my
bed! He was lying next to me and stroking my hair and my cheek
and... And he gave me a kiss and... and I kissed him and he put his
hand on my tummy and..." Rosa blushed, but carried on. "And he had
his boxer shorts on but I could feel his thing and he was all hard and
I touched him and... And he touched me... there... and it felt really
nice... and we cuddled and kissed and... oh... it felt so nice...
And he was so sweet and he... kissed me..." She blushed again, not
just pink but scarlet, but her eyes were shining so brightly she just
had to let it out. "He kissed me between my legs and... Oh, daddy!
I know we share everything now. I think I love him!"
I smiled at this, reached out to stroke her hair, mindful that my own
erection was probably entirely visible in my jogging pants. I don't
think Rosa noticed, because she hadn't finished.
"And then Dave went away, and I was lying there all... tingly... when
Steve came in. And..." And here she looked away, biting her lovely
little lip. "And he was just wearing boxers and he looked so good.
And he asked if he could cuddle up for a little while --- he was so
polite! --- and I couldn't say no! He's so big and strong and... and
his thingy is..." She darted a conspiratorial glance at me. "Daddy,
his thing is... well... it's so... and I couldn't stop myself touching
him. And it made me all shivery --- he's so big and hard and... He
was really sweet, and he kissed me like Dave did and... and I had
to... Well I really wanted to kiss his... so I did... And it made
me go all trembly and he told me I was the most beautiful princess in
the world, and I really wanted his thing...
"Oh, daddy, am I a bad girl? Am I a slut?" Rosa finished in a tumble
of words, and she seemed dangerously close to tears. I gave her a
big, big hug and told her that no, of course not, she wasn't bad or
naughty or anything like a slut, than she was truly lovely and if she
enjoyed being with men, then that was just fine and no-one could say
different. I told her that she was the most beautiful princess in the
world, and that if she wasn't careful she would make me jealous.
She looked up at that, then pushed her little hand between my legs. A
big grin chased away the threat of sniffles. Her practiced fingers
encircled me; she loved to watch my face as she did that. I stroked
her cheek. "Oh silly," she smiled, "you're my only Daddy."
"Morning Dave, morning Rosa! Don't mind me!" Dave chuckled breezily
as he entered the kitchen. I wonder if he'd been listening.
"Father-daughter stuff --- very important, not to be messed with.
Where's the coffee?" I waved him away as Rosa sat back, smiling
happily up at me from beneath her flick of blonde hair.
Dave clonked the farmhouse's biggest mug of coffee down on the table
and grinned across at us. He winked at Rosa. She giggled and tried
to wink back. "No no," Dave said, "you're meant to leave one eye
open." He spent a little while teaching her to wink while I watched,
amused, feeling a strange mixture of contentment and excitement. To
anyone else watching they would have looked like niece and indulgent
uncle; to me who knew the undercurrent, well...
A couple of minutes later and the back door just off the kitchen
banged shut. "Yo!" called a deep voice, and Steve appeared in shorts
and a running vest carrying a small rucksack. "Hah, the idlers are up
then," he chuckled, unloading croissants, pains-au-chocolat and a fine
selection of Danish pastries onto the kitchen table. Dave looked at
him in mock horror. "You're gonna tell me you've already run down to
the village, bought goodies and run back? Man, you're ill!" Steve
laughed, a deep, rumbling sound like distant thunder. "Dave, you're
such a wuss-boy, mate, you know that? It's only a couple of miles
there an' back." He winked at Rosa. "He's so lazy, eats like a pig.
How he's not as fat as a whale remains a mystery to us all."
Rosa laughed. Dave grinned. "Superior metabolism, pure and simple.
I'm just a superior being, man!"
We bantered on through breakfast --- a modest second one for me,
actually very little for Dave, a huge amount for Steve --- and then I
tapped Rosa on the shoulder. "Shower for you, young lady. Have you
tried the wetroom yet? It's new --- owner installed it just the other
month."
Rosa was intrigued by the idea of a wetroom, so we took our leave.
The room was back along the hall from the big farmhouse kitchen, a
sizable former scullery or something now tiled in the same black slate
and fitted out really nicely. Rosa and I went in together, partly so
I could show her how things worked, partly so I could get a shower
too, but mostly so I could cuddle up with my naked daughter.
Rosa loved the whole idea of turning on the showers and just wandering
around: wc and sink at one end if needed, towel space there, the rest
just, well, wet! The decadence of it appealed to her and she sounded
so extraordinarily happy, chatting away about very little as I
shampooed her hair, that I found myself getting hornier and hornier.
"Close your eyes, honey," I said as I worked the shampoo up into a
lather, drawing her out of the stream of water a little. I massaged
her head slowly, luxuriating in the feel of her hair in my hands and
watching tracks of soap suds trickle their way down her little body.
I watched suds run slowly from her shoulder across her chest, tickling
across her small pinkish nipple, seeming to pause there before setting
off again, winding slowly down her tummy. They joined another stream
of suds there, a larger mass now riding down the gently curving hill
of her belly, pooling briefly around the tiny dip of her belly button,
before descending over her abdomen, lower, lower, until finally they
collected, lingerly, on the soft, pale lips of her beautiful little
pussy.
I held her hair at arms length, working the shampoo through it slowly,
my eyes following the trickles of soap and water across her glorious
chest and tummy to her beautiful little pussy. My cock registered
its approval of my daughter's beautiful body in the only way it knows
how...
"OK, head down," I said, steering her back under the water. A rush of
white lather washed down her body. I turned her carefully in the
water, rinsing her hair thoroughly, admiring the plump softness of her
little bottom. My cock twitched, the last vestiges of softness long
gone.
"OK, sweetie, is that better?" I asked when her hair was clear. She
looked up at me. "Yes thank you, daddy," she replied, her little
mouth and big eyes smiling. Sometimes these days there's a certain
tone in the way she says the word 'daddy'. I love the way it sounds.
She looked down, her gaze attracted by my erection standing plain for
her to see. "That's good. Let's get you all clean," I said, reaching
for the shower gel. "Back first."
I lathered shower gel into my hands as she turned her back,
thoughtfully lifting her wet hair out of the way for me. I knelt
behind her, now partly in the shower stream, and rubbed my slick soapy
hands across her little shoulders and the tops of her arms. Her skin
was silk-smooth, beautiful to touch.
A little hint and she raised her arms so I could soap down her flanks,
across her back, working my way slowly towards the curve of her
bottom. Rubbing in circles, my hands moved gently towards the tops of
her buttocks, paused... and slid down to cradle them. Gently but
insistently I massaged her soft, fabulous little buttocks, the heels
of my hands matching the lower curves, my thumbs running down
alongside her butt crack.
Slowly, with no prompting, Rosa began to lean forward. With her hands
on the tops of her thighs she bent over, pushing her bottom backward
in the most perfectly pert little fashion. I rubbed her more strongly,
feeling her pushing back. She bent lower, and moved her feet
slightly, just a little, then a little more, moving them apart so her
buttocks splayed ever so slightly.
"Let's make sure you're all clean." I had to try that twice, clearing
my throat after my first attempt got lost in my heavy breathing.
Holding her left buttock tenderly, I pulled it a little to one side
with my thumb and ran my right forefinger from the top of her butt
crack to the bottom, tracing slowly over her beautiful little asshole.
I rubbed her again, and she bent right over, touching her toes, her
bottom opening out in front of me.
Her asshole was gorgeous, a neat little slit surrounded by perfect
pink puckering. Below it, the soft curve of her mound was split by a
single dark line, the clean, simple opening to her little girl's cunt.
I ran my fingers up and down slowly and gently, trembling, tracing the
groove of her butt crack, circling her asshole lightly, rubbing over
her perineum and caressing the tiny pillows of her pussy lips, teasing
just a little at the slit between them. For several minutes I gently,
carefully, lovingly cleaned her anal and genital area from behind, my
cock now a raging monster between my legs.
"Oh, Rosa, honey," I murmured. She gave a little shudder and
straightened up. She turned to me, her face level with mine, flushed,
her eyes wide and shining. I opened my arms and embraced her, pulling
her soft wet nakedness against my chest and kissing her softly on the
lips. She kissed back in a disarmingly little-girl way. I cradled
her bottom and gently teased her lips with mine, sucking her bottom
lip, licking her mouth with the tip of my tongue.
Who knows where we might have got to if the door hadn't at that moment
opened. We sprang apart, partly through force of habit, but Dave's
wolfish grin suggested we'd be lousy conspirators. That and the fact
I was in the shower with my naked daughter and a raging hardon.
"Don't mind us," Dave said cheerily, "plenty of room in here." He and
Steve sauntered nonchalantly in, stark naked, and splashed under the
showers. "Could you pass the shower gel, Dave?" asked Steve. I
chuckled and passed the bottle to him, watching Rosa as she stood
staring at these two new, naked men standing but a few inches away
from her own young nudity. I saw colour begin to rise in her face.
Dave looked over at her, very deliberately letting his gaze travel up
and down her pale, wet body, taking in all her highlights along the
way.
Steve had taken a handful of shower gel and lathered it up around his
pubic hair in time-honoured tradition. Now he was slowly working his
sizable cock with it, ostensibly washing but in reality stroking
himself and admiring my daughter at the same time. My daughter
noticed, and her hand moved involuntarily toward him. She stopped
herself, turning rather ashamedly to me. I smiled gently, patted her
soft little butt. "Go with your heart, baby," I murmured. She bit
her lip, then reached out again slowly.
It's a tremendous sight, witnessing your ten-year-old daughter
reaching out and taking some big black guy's dick in her hand, let me
tell you.
Rosa knew her way around a dick these days. To Steve's surprise and
evident enjoyment she stoked the slippery suds expertly from base to
tip, raising him up in very little time at all. His eyes closed as
she balled her fist around the end of his cock and massaged his head.
I watched her play with him, aware that Dave was stroking her butt on
her other side.
Steve disengaged and knelt beside her, his fingers running across her
belly and stroking her pussy mound. Rosa's hand snaked around and
grabbed Dave by the cock as her fondled her ass and kissed her on the
back of her neck. She shifted a little, spreading her legs a little
wider so Steve's big hand could slip between them and his thumb could
tease her between her pussy lips, dark against her pale softness. She
leaned back to kiss Dave, whose fingers were now on her nipples.
Rosa gave a little moan. Reaching out, she took me by the cock and
drew me toward her, her lips straining up to kiss me. I kissed her,
not a fatherly kiss to his daughter but an avid lover's kiss. She
squeezed and stroked my cock, her hand slippery with shower gel.
For some time we four stood in the shower, kissing, fondling,
stroking, playing. Rosa had three hard, hard cocks in the palm of her
hands --- sometimes literally --- three big guys doting on her,
caressing her young nakedness, her nipples, her thighs, her buttocks;
her mouth, her pussy, her asshole. Everywhere we stroked her, rubbed
her, fingered her, while she played with our cocks, tugged our balls
and moaned and wriggled in the warm, gently pummeling jets from the
showers.
"Lift her up, boys," murmured Steve eventually. Dave and I were
either side of her, and we understood at once. With an hand under
each thigh and arms across her back we easily scooped her 70 lbs up
into a chair position. Steve knelt in front of us, between Rosa's
open legs. Rosa moaned.
I watched as Steve began licking my daughter's pussy.
I think from the trembling that shot through her little body that she
came straight away, as soon as that big, gentle tongue touched her
little clitty. Steve kept eating her, though, licking up the little
pulse of girl-cream and she'd released, his big tongue filling her
little slit. I leaned over to kiss her; she was gloriously,
gloriously wanton.
Steve stood, swapped with Dave. Dave knelt and licked Rosa's sweet
little pussy, sucking her lips, sucking her clitty, tonguing her open
cunt. She stretched her legs; Steve and I held them wider for her,
for Dave to lick and plunder her sweet cunt. He indicated we should
lift her legs higher; we did, exposing her asshole to his probing
tongue. She moaned and shuddered as Dave licked her ass, rimming her
tight little rosebud until she came again. Dave sucked up her cream,
jamming his tongue into her clitty, making her squirm and shiver.
We swapped again. I knelt between my daughter's pale, soft thighs and
pressed my trembling lips to hers. God she tasted good! Clean,
fresh, the perfect hint of muskiness, the rich teasing tastes of
little-girl orgasm. Her pussy was flushed with blood, pink and firm;
her clitty was hard and angry; her cunt glistened. I tongued her
peehole, licked her pussy lips, sucked her darling little clitty, and
thrilled to the feeling, the taste of her cumming again, cumming in
daddy's mouth. Oh, Rosa, sweetie!
"Oh daddy! Oh daddy! Oh daddy!" Her voice seemed to come from a
great distance, from whatever realm our tongues had transported her
to. "Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"
Then her voice changed. "Uh! Oh, uh I need to pee! Better let
me..." Dave and Steve moved to let her down but I stilled them,
stroked Rosa along her inner thigh. "You go ahead and pee, baby,
right here. Feel the freedom, baby. Just pee for us!"
"Wow!" mouthed Steve to Dave. Dave looked down at me, eyebrows
raised. I raised mine back. They settled Rosa in position, her pussy
open, her little peehole expectant. Rosa looked concerned, but I
stroked her thigh reassuringly, held her gaze, and slowly she relaxed.
She relaxed back into the arms of her two supporters; her eyes
closed. Her breathing slowed... and... Squirt! A trickle of pee
burst from her, splashing across my knees. It was hot, hotter than
the incessant shower. Jeez! I suddenly wanted my daughter to piss
all over my cock.
A few more moments and she let go, a gush of pee spraying from between
her legs and splashing all over my belly and aching cock. I couldn't
help myself from jerking my cock in her stream, ignorant of whatever
Dave or Steve might think. Her hot, girlish liquid felt so good on my
skin, made me so horny...
She finished with a little grunt and a guilty look. I quickly licked
away the last drops from her pussy, and Dave and Steve let her down
gently. I rinsed myself in the nearest shower stream, and cuddled my
warm, naked daughter to me. I winked over her head at Dave; he broke
into a massive grin --- "Nice one man!" he mouthed at me.
Steve and Dave departed to get dressed. "And fix up a picnic," called
Dave as he closed the wetroom door behind them. I held Rosa's sweet,
sweet face between my hands and kissed her tenderly. I dried her hair
and helped her into her too-big dressing gown. A picnic up in the
woods sounded real good.
* * * *
It wasn't a long hike up through the fields to the edge of the forest,
and the warmth of the sun made it a very pleasant walk indeed. Rosa,
of course, made it doubly, triply pleasant. She swung along between
Steve and me, laughing, golden, aglow with life. She was gorgeous,
and from the admiring looks she received, we all wanted her. She was
wearing a cute little summer dress, a classic blue check, one of my
favourites.
We ate in a secluded clearing, a veritable feast concocted by Dave,
with lots of interesting nibbles, salads, fruit and sweet treats.
Each of us took turns feeding little bites to Rosa, treating her like
the little princess she was. Our fingers lingered at her mouth with
each morsel; her lips lingered on our fingers as she took them from
us. She held each of our gazes a little too long, even mine, the
little hussy! In due course, we tidied the picnic away, clearing the
rug. Rosa stood in the middle of it. I kissed her nose and grasped
the hem of her dress.
I lifted it, slowly. She raised her arms. The dress floated over her
head. Dave's hands slowly pulled down her plain white panties. She
was naked before us. We touched her, caressed her, stroked her soft,
warm skin. I held her bottom, revelling in its softness; Steve was
stroking the lips of her pussy, her thighs. Dave kissed her, his
fingers rubbing her nipples. All over her again, our hands roamed,
covering her beautiful young body, her girlish glory. We stroked her
butt, fingered her little pussy, sucked on her nipples. I was hard
and wet with desire for my daughter; I was sure the other guys were
too.
Dave undressed first, stripping naked a little ahead of Steve and me.
We surrounded Rosa, our three hard cocks clamouring for her
attention. She knelt and, starting with me, began to suck us.
Her mouth was warm and wet and eager. She sucked me in and gobbled me
with a raw desire, sucking fiercely. I cradled her head with both
hands and gently rocked, fucking her little mouth as she knelt before
me. What an incredible feeling: Rosa's hot little mouth gobbling my
cock, the sun on my back. Oh, suck it baby. Suck it suck it suck
it.
"Oh, suck it Rosa, suck my dick. Oh, yeah, suck it sweetie. Mmmm."
God she was a fantastic mouth-fuck. My little ten-year-old daughter,
sucking my cock like a pro, two other hard-dicked guys stroking
themselves up as they watched. She moved around our triangle, sucking
us off each in turn, squeezing and jacking us, licking our dicks,
sucking our balls, licking our oozing precum. We were all jacking
ourselves in between our turns in her fabulous little mouth, and I
could tell from the guys' faces that they were as wound up as I.
Rosa ran her tongue around my cockhead, her eyes on mine. This was a
new Rosa I was seeing, feeling: my sweet, shy girl had become a
gloriously wanton cock-sucking slut. The thought coursed through my
head; her eyes burned into mine; her tongue flickered and danced
around my cock. Oh, God, I couldn't... hold...
Rosa sat back, tossing her blonde hair, serene, beautiful, as I
unloaded a stream of cum across her face. As I shot a second load,
Steve came too, blasting thick white cream against her left cheek,
again and again. Dave gave a low groan --- "oh fucccck" --- and shot
his load against her other cheek. She opened her mouth as we came on
her face, our thick semen trickling between her smiling lips. Oh,
fucking hell Rosa, your glorious little slut!
We admired our handiwork for a little while --- Rosa kneeling naked in
the sun, semen running down her face, dripping onto her lovely flat
chest --- and then I helped her clean up, get dressed again. We three
guys got back into our clothes, and Steve hoisted Rosa onto his
shoulders as we headed back to the farmhouse.
Once back, I carried her up to the big front bedroom, kissing her
softly all the way. I undressed her again, lifting the pretty blue
summer dress over her head once more, pulling down her panties. I
kissed her between the legs, licking her soft, warm pussy. She held
my head, murmuring to me --- no words, just gentle sounds. The guys
came in, undressed, watched us.
I lay Rosa back on the bed and took off my own clothes. Dave and
Steve knelt next to her, their cocks in her face, hard again. Maybe
they'd never gone down; certainly I'd been semi-erect all the way back
down the hill, Rosa's laughter keeping me hard, keeping me wanting her
even after our explosive climax. She licked Dave and Steve, holding
one in each hand, a princess in total command of her subjects.
I used baby oil to massage her pussy as she licked and sucked the
other guys. I loved the delicate scent of baby oil --- Rosa often
smelled of it these days. My fingers trembled on her soft, hairless
pussy as I slicked her delicate skin.
Leaning one-handed on the bed, I bent over her and placed the head of
my cock against her pussy lips. She murmured, her voice muffled by
Steve's big, black cock in her mouth, as I rubbed myself up and down
on her. Then, slowly but firmly, I penetrated her, pushing my cock
into her hot, tight little cunt. She shivered. I shivered. Oh, but
it felt so good...
I fucked her for a while, my little princess, my Rosa, my ten-year-old
daughter, and it was the sweetest, tightest fuck I've ever had. She
looked into my eyes, her lips busy with one cock or the other and I
saw the depths of her desire to be loved by men. Oh Rosa.
Dave went next. I stepped back, reluctantly leaving her sweet, sweet
cunt. Dave helped her onto the bed, positioning her on her knees.
Her lips were locked around Steve's big hard dick as Dave oiled her
pussy from behind and entered her, sliding into her tight little cunt,
an expression of deep pleasure on his face. I watched Dave fuck her
pussy, Steve fuck her mouth, watched the wanton enjoyment on their
faces, on her face, watched these two big guys enjoying my daughter,
and her enjoying them.
I watched her relish, really relish the feeling of a big dick in her
tight little preteen cunt. I watched her really enjoy the sensations
of a big, black cock in her mouth. I watched my sweet little daughter
being penetrated by big, hard penises --- and love every minute of
it!
Steve moved around to sit on the edge of the bed. Rosa left Dave ---
the wet sounds his glistening cock made as it slid out of her swollen
pussy were just mind-blowing --- and went to sit on Steve's lap. He
carefully oiled up her butt, slipping his fingers in and out of her
asshole. I stood in front of her, offering her my cock to suck as
Steve slowly, carefully, pushed his big dick up my daughter's asshole.
The expressions that crossed her face were incredible as she took him
right up her ass.
Dave came to stand next to me and Rosa licked him too, leaning forward
as Steve slowly fucked her tight little ass. She smiled up at us, her
big eyes brimming with all kinds of emotion. Dave addressed me in a
low murmur, his eyes fixed on Rosa's flickering tongue. "Ma-a-an.
You have some dau, man..." As my little daughter took hold of both
our cocks, squashing our heads together so she could lick the juice
off both of us at the same time, I really couldn't disagree.
The mixture of ecstasy and disappointment on Steve's face as I gently
pulled Rosa off him was almost comical, but dammit I wanted her
again, and as her father I asserted my moral right to fuck her first.
I lay her down next to Steve and lifted her legs, holding them
together as I lined my cock up and entered her hot, wet pussy again.
With her thighs squeezed together she was the tightest fuck I'd ever
experienced.
Steve had his cock lying across her face and her tongue flicked and
licked at his rigid shaft as I fucked her. I felt her cum, the
muscles in her cunt rippling and squeezing, and wondered how many
times she'd done that in the last hour. She was totally incredible.
I slid out of her pussy and took her up the ass, another fabulously
tight, slippery opening, another fantastic little fuck-hole. Oh, God,
I was fucking my little daughter up the ass and *loving* every second
--- and so was she.
"Ohhhh, daddy," she moaned. "Ohhh daddy stick it up my ass, stick
your big hard cock up my ass daddy. I want to feel your cock inside
me, daddy. In my pussy and in my mouth and in my ass, daddy..."
I held her slim legs together and fucked her ass, sliding way out,
sliding way in. My little Rosa took my cock all the way up her ass: a
real little fuck-princess she was.
I swapped with Dave, sliding out and making way for him. Rosa's
glistening pink asshole stayed open as we swapped, gaping in welcome
for Dave's hard cock. As he buried his dick in her ass I put mine to
her mouth; she grabbed me and licked me up and down, tasting her own
ass fresh from my slippery cock. She was beyond anything now except
raw hard sex; beyond summer dresses and kittens and dolls and bows in
her hair. All my little girl wanted now was to be fucked in every
hole by three hard cocks.
We knew how it had to end.
Steve had sat on the corner of the bed, his big cock glistening with
baby oil. Dave stepped back and helped Rosa up to sit on Steve's lap,
facing him, straddling him. I watched as Rosa lifted herself, then
slowly impaled herself on Steve, her bald, swollen little pussy
stretching wide around his thick, black cock. Steve lay back, and
Rosa followed, her cute little ass in the air. Dave fed her his cock,
grabbing her by the hair to steer her mouthfucking. I watched them
fuck her for a little, then stepped forward, aiming my dick for her
little pink asshole.
I pressed the head of my cock to it, feeling it twitch and wriggle
under me. I pushed, sliding, sliding in, my cock pentrating her
asshole again --- only this time I could feel Steve's big dick next
door, tight in her little pussy! His dick and mine lay side by side,
separated only by a thin piece of Rosa. She began to ride us slowly,
setting the pace, fucking us both while she sucked Dave off. Double
penetration --- triple penetration! --- for my glorious, horny little
fuck-princess Rosa! My cock felt fabulous in her hot, tight ass, with
another man's dick filling her cunt beneath me, and a third guy's cock
halfway down her throat. We had filled her completely with cock.
We didn't last long, any of us.
Rosa came first. I sensed her muscles tense, tighten, squeeze... then
convulsive, rippling a huge orgasm through her sweet little body. I
heard Steve groan, and suddenly felt him cumming, felt his cock jerk
and pump semen deep into Rosa's cunt. That triggered me; I buried my
cock to the hilt and spurted semen again and again deep in her ass.
All three of us moaned and yelled, and I heard Dave join in as his
cock exploded in Rosa's mouth, gouting semen down her throat in hot,
heavy loads.
Rosa moaned like a whore as we pumped semen into her soft, gentle
preteen body, our massive orgasms filling her up with spurt after
spurt of thick, hot cum...
* * * *
Rosa was a little sore that night as I put her to bed; a little sore,
a little subdued, but with a deep, deep glow in her eyes and a smile
on her face that wouldn't go away. She was still smiling as she fell
asleep, sinking down almost as soon as her little head hit the
pillow. Smiling, heading for sweet, sweet dreams.
Our little princess.