Falling For Holly (Episode 2)
Myself and my assistant enjoyed a smoke and a drink as we talked about upcoming projects and the arrival of my daughter, now fast asleep upstairs.
“She’s cool, Man,” smiled Calvin, “and I like the way she talks… She’s pretty too, yeah?”
“Oy,” I joked, “You stay away from her you randy bugger… Off limits, Mate, off fuckin’ limits!”
After Calvin left to retire to the gate-house where he lived I finished my drink and called to arrange to see my girlfriend Justine the next day. She was only a couple of years older than Holly and I thought it would be good for them to meet. I gathered up Holly’s discarded boots and jacket and headed upstairs.
As I undressed I thought about having a shower but thought that the noise might wake the girl in the next room. Climbing into the king-size bed I looked forward to the time I’d have to get to know my little girl again.
I was just about to nod off when I heard a muffled sobbing from the next room. I crept to the closed door of my daughter’s room and listened to her mournful crying. I opened the door. Holly was sitting up in bed sobbing uncontrollably with her knees drawn to her chest.
“Hey there,” I whispered approaching the bed. “What’s all this, Holl?”
She looked up at me with her huge hazel eyes full of tears.
“I miss my Mum.” She sobbed.
I leaned down to comfort her while pulling up the covers to hide her little black-thong clad puss from my sight. The things they wear! Aware of my nakedness I almost pulled back as she reached over to bury her face in my chest but I found myself returning her cuddle as my hands wrapped around her skinny frame. My hand inadvertently brushed against a cotton clad little breast as I held her and I yanked it quickly away. Bloody hell… She looked up again and asked in a small voice,
“Can I come in with you, Daddy?”
She fell asleep in my bed snoring softly with her beautiful face pushed to my chest and her arms encircling me. I could smell her hair under my nose and was reminded of the times myself and her mother had lain like this, usually after a bout of frantic love-making, back when we were happy.
I drifted off and dreamed of my darling Angel, and regret and sadness was banished by happier memories. The way she’d wake me in the morning by softly stroking my penis, usually climbing atop me to enjoy a morning fuck even before I’d properly woken up. The way she used to always insist on sucking my cock clean after I’d fucked her, insisting that she loved the taste of her own pussy juices mixed with my come, this usually resulting in my coming yet another warm load into her greedy mouth.
The way she’d squeal in pain as I entered her tight ass, but never allowing me to pull out despite my real fear of hurting her. She’d reach around and grasp my shaft as she eased her bottom lower and lower onto my cock, finally removing her fingers altogether as her ass cheeks enveloped my thick tool to the hilt.
I smiled in my dreaming sleep as I felt a delicate hand softly caressing my hardened cock. As I smiled at the memory, an inquisitive tongue darted into the opening at the tip of my knob, dipping itself into the flow of pre-cum I could feel seeping from me. The pleasuring mouth descended upon my shiny helmet and held me firmly within its hungry lips as I felt a tongue swirl circles around my cock-head. Now the sucking lips and swirling tongue began to move rabidly up and down my teased shaft and I felt a tightening in my balls as I prepared to spurt. A keening moaning noise filled the room and I started to feel the pulses in my cock that heralded a fountain-like come. As I spurted time and time grunting loudly in my passion I gradually opened my eyes.
Between my legs and feasting upon my pumping manhood was the rythmically bobbing face of my beautiful daughter.
In an instant I realised that the keening cries were coming from her cock-filled throat as both her hands were jammed down the front of her panties, stroking wildly between her legs. As my orgasm abated the girl quickly removed her head from my cock in a shower of spittle and milky emission. She leaned back on her knees and uttered a low groan as one hand crept from her panties to pull up her shortie nightshirt and pinch a ripe heaving breast. The other hand was still furiously rubbing under her knickers at her crotch.
She screamed in anguish as an unmistakeable orgasm shook through her skinny frame. Her head collapsed between my legs as her shoulders heaved with the last waves of her come.
The string at the rear of her thong now bisected one rounded ass cheek and the manic mauling she had given herself had raised long pink welts across that girlish bum. I looked down at this sight speechless with horror. Both the horror at what I’d done and the horror of how the sight of her still quivering little body filled me with raw lust.
After a moment Holly lifted her face from my groin and looked up at me with a tremulous expression. Her eyes were shining but narrowed as she awaited my reaction to what she’d done. Her lips were puffy and bruised from the stretching my cock had caused her busy mouth.
“I’m sorryyyyyyyyyyy Dad,” she whispered, and her eyes held a look of fear.
“It’s OK, Baby” I exclaimed, my first thought being only to calm the girl. “Look…” I paused. “Look Holly, see, I thought you were your Mum…”
She looked at me quizically now. “Mum?” she asked in her South London accent. “Did you and Mum used to do THAT? The Dirty Cow!” And she began to giggle.
“Holly, this isn’t funny,” I whispered angrily. “This is…. Stop Laughing, Holl!”
She continued to giggle mischieviously as the hand that still gripped my balls began to squeeze. Her actions caused my demented prick to begin to stiffen yet again, and in an effort to distract her attention from my ever hardening cock I reached down to pull her sideways across my legs. Pulling her forwards I began to spank the little harlot’s bottom. My firm smacks reddened her ass around the pink welts the straining of her thong had created.
Her outstretched legs began to kick wildly against the bed and she began to cry out.
“Harder Daddy, Spank Me Harder I’m a naughty girl,’ she panted
. Oh Jesus Christ, I thought as my cock began to rise and poke the girl in her stomach. I attempted to push her backward and off me but before I could do so her arm reached down under her belly and grabbed the engorged helmet that was now poking her midriff. Fingers encircled me firmly below the ridge of my knob as her thumb circled my bulbous cock-head, lubricated by the semen that was still dripping from my rigid member.
Paralysed by the sensation I watched as she twisted around and drew her, no, threw her legs up on either side of me, her ass raised high in front of my face as her head hit the duvet bunched between my legs. A small black finger-nailed hand reached under the string of her thong and pulled the triangle of cotton to one side, exposing a glistening set of pussy lips peeping from an auburn thatch of damp fragrant curls.
“Fuck your Bad Girl, Daddy, ‘ she moaned into the duvet. “Fuck your naughty little girl… PLEASE!”
I hooked my thumb under her knickers and pulling the wet material aside I pushed her further forward. Kneeling behind her I placed my swollen cock at the entrance to her liquid pussy and began to slide into her. Her hand held mine as we both moved her dripping knickers aside. I squeezed her fingers and moved my hand upward.
Gripping her hips roughly as I forced entry into my daughter’s silky cavern I saw that my thumbs almost touched across her lean waist. Beneath the glowing globes of her full bottom I saw the tight circle of her pink pussy entrance grip my steely rod. Inexorably I continued to guide my straining erection ever deeper within her as her cries of lusty passion increased in volume though muffled by the bedclothes.
Helpless in the moment I began to thrust fiercely and felt my cock-head reach the tip of her cervix. Pulling back lest I cause her pain I heard her issue a low groan of disappointment as she forced herself downward in an effort to embed me more deeply within her belly. Encouraged by her movement I pushed harder again and was rewarded by a wanton scream of passion as I felt her tight walls spasm around my thick thrusting wand.
Now forgetting to be gentle I began to move forcefully in and out of her body with increasing speed. My efforts generated loud moans of arousal and lusty liquid squelching sounds from her punished puss. My inflamed knob now began to pulse as felt myself begin to come. Holly wailed loudly as she felt my throbbing in her belly. I pulled her hips harder against my cock as I cried out huskily and began to pump stream upon stream of hot semen into her tight molten depths. As I came violently, she raised her face from the mattress and issued a pained wail as the cheeks of her bottom flexed repeatedly as one final orgasm rocked through her tiny frame.
In the aftermath, I listened to her contented sobbing as I watched my deflating cock slide from her pink circle. As I fell out of her a wave of thick white sperm swirled in clear juice flowed out from her centre and pooled on the bedclothes. I watched her clench her inner muscles as she squeezed more and more of my copious offering from her bruised and overfilled hole.
My mind was a blank as I looked at the results of the best sexual encounter that I , Danny Kelly, cocksmith extraordinaire had ever experienced… I was shaken back to reality by the movement of my daughter’s hair as she flicked her head from side to side as she raised her face to the bedroom ceiling.
“Oooooooh,” she moaned in a low slutty voice. “That was luvverly, Daddy…”
She glanced at my wide-eyed and shocked face over her glistening shoulder.
“I’m a right fuckin’ cum-bucket though, ‘ain’t I Dad?…” And she winked at me while slowly licking her lips.
I didn’t say anything.
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