

It is another wet Sunday morning, David thought, as he listened to the rain falling hard against the bedroom window. A wet morning by the seaside, they had decided not to go abroad this year and had rented a house for a week. It was practically on the beach. He could hear the seagulls calling, far away as he lay in the big comfortable bed, he closed his eyes as if he was not quite ready to face the morning. David was still sleepy after the long journey last night, his body ached as he slowly turned, nuzzling close to the warm body in the bed beside him. A spasm like an electric shock passed through him as he realised it was not his girlfriend Susie but her daughter Victoria. She had her skinny bare back towards him where her pink nightie had been caught, revealing her small pale bottom only partly covered by the tiniest pair of silky black  panties. Her cute round arse an inch away from his now rapidly hardening prick. Susie must have got up he thought, maybe she was already making breakfast. Yes bacon and eggs and a cup of hot strong tea would do very nicely. Then he heard Susie climbing the stairs, she opened the door.

"I am just going to walk the dog. I will pick up the newspapers on the way back. See you both later." She whispered. He didn't reply. Her soft footsteps pad down the stairs. He can hear her calling to the dog then a few moments later he hears the door shut. He is alone in bed with a little princess, her long blonde hair is spread on the pillow. It smells of perfume and he wonders if she is asleep or only pretending to be asleep. The bed springs creak as she shifts her position. The small, pale bottom is pressed against his groin. It squirms against him, the smooth material of her panties pressed hard against the bulge in his underpants. Usually he slept in a tshirt and underpants rather than pyjamas. His prick was so stiff he thought it would explode. Obviously she was not asleep. 

Victoria turns towards him, smiling, a tender, wicked smile.

"What do you think you are playing at?" He asks, his voice sounding like an angry schoolmaster.

She doesn't answer but studies him solemnly with her large blue eyes. Her cheeks are flushed pink. He is suddenly struck by her beauty, it as if someone has punched him and he feels slightly dizzy. He strokes her cheek gently. She grabs at his fingers with her small hand.

"Kiss me!" She demands. Her small pink lips are so near. He can see her pink tongue darting over her small white teeth.

"Please kiss me!" She cajoles. 

"What are you doing in this bed?" He asks, ignoring her demands for a kiss. She was always demanding kisses from him. How he would have loved to kiss her right now but he dare not. Who knows what a kiss would lead to? 

"I was cold in my bed so I thought I would come in with you and mum." 

"Well behave yourself and stop acting like a little lolita!" He said, his voice sounding irritated. He can feel her breath on his chest. A small hand snakes down, lingering just above his underpants, he feels almost paralysed as that same small hand brushes against his prick. He doesn't resist, he cannot resist, his breathing becomes heavier.

Last month he had spanked her on her bare bottom. It was Susie's idea. That girl needed discipline, she said. It was an odd demand he felt for a mother to make, especially as she knew he had more than a passing interest in the subject of smacked bottoms. It was meant to be a punishment for some rude remark she had made to her mother at breakfast on Saturday morning. He had taken her struggling and crying up to her bedroom. He had locked the door and taken her jeans and panties down. Then he had smacked her bare arse. Not a hard spanking but enough to sting and turn her pale bottom a fetching shade of pink. Since then she had began view him differently. It was as if some vital spark had been ignited.


He kisses her hard on the lips, he cannot help himself although he knows what he is doing is wrong. Her tongue responds and they are in each others arms. That skinny little girls body pressed against his. Already it is much too late. She has his large prick in her small hand. The other hand cups his overflowing balls and soon she is expertly masturbating him. Where on earth did she learn to do that he wonders. The feeling is just sublime. She deftly removes her black panties and straddles his chest. Her small petite upturned buttocks inches away from his face. He cannot see it but he feels her hot mouth envelop the tip of his cock. He kisses her bottom, his tongue tickles her anus then buries itself in the deep cleft of her cheeks. She seems to swallow more of his cock than is humanly possible, like a sword swallower. Then she expertly masturbates him again and just when he can hold on no more she seems to swallow the whole eight inches of his prick.

 The sperm explodes out of him like it is jet propelled. It seems to go on forever as if it would never stop. Victoria chokes, splutters and swallows most of it pulling a face but several thin trickles escape from her lips and dribble down her flat chest. Small goblets of semen have somehow even splashed her hair. She laughs. 

"It tastes so salty!" She says, as she kisses him again.

An hour later he wakes up. At once he realises it has all been a most peculiar dream and he is alone in the bed. Thank goodness for that he sighs. Downstairs he can smell the bacon and eggs frying, then he turns, placed decorously on the pillow beside him is a small silky pair of semen stained black panties. Perhaps it wasn't a dream after all.
