We became online friends. Her interest had been piqued by enema scenes that I had included in my stories. She admitted that she had never had anything “back there” before. I was surprised at her interest in enemas, although not entirely shocked.
I should back up a little. I’m a fifty plus guy and Olivia is an eighteen year old blond, a beautiful but seemingly innocent young lady. Well, maybe innocent in the real, physical world, but certainly not in her mind. As I said, she expressed an interest in the enema scenes I had included in my stories and wondered how that might transpire.
We ran through a scene online until she disappeared. I later found out that she dropped off to finish what I had started for her. I felt relieved knowing that I had not scared her off in some way.
I had been wanting to visit some family and was tentatively planning a trip that would take me near her home state. As I began to let my thoughts matriculate, I began to wonder if there might be a slight chance that I could possibly meet Olivia and help her realize her enema fantasy and maybe a few other back door interests she may have. I thought to myself, “This will never happen unless it’s online or in your twisted old mind.”
I stowed away my thoughts after realizing the fruitlessness of pursuing such nonsense. What eighteen year old girl would ever agree to such a suggestion from a guy my age? But, after mentioning this to another online friend, I was reminded that if I didn’t try, then I’d never know.
As a result, I sent Olivia an email and planted the seed, so to speak. I never expected the positive reply. She said that she had been reading the enema scenes over and over and that they always got her going. After our online scene she had thought about how to actually approach someone to help her make it a reality. Then, lo and behold, here comes an email to address her dilemma.
I was floored when I read her reply. My mind began to spin with all the thoughts of what might transpire. After my mind stopped reeling, I then began to think, “Get real, dummy, this could be some old guy like you, just playing online pretending he’s an eighteen year old girl. Or it could be some grotesque, old broad getting her jollies at my expense.
I decided that I would request a photo with a time and date stamp on it that showed her face and if it matched the one posted on her profile that would be proof enough. Sure enough, within minutes I received an email with her beautiful, shining face and radiant smile looking back over her shoulder with the object of our mutual interest in the foreground. What a delightful bum indeed. I was hooked.
Plans were made and I rolled into the closest city to her and checked into one of those suite hotels so we’d have some room to play. Since I drove, I had all the gear I needed with me. (I had to buy all the enema stuff as I had only written about the subject.) I had only ever used the disposable ones for medical procedures myself. Although, by now I had watched a lot of video and read up on the subject. I had ordered good quality equipment online.
As had been arranged, I called Olivia when I got settled into my room. Our tentative plan was to meet for coffee and chat about our adventure later. I arranged to meet her up the street at a local coffee shop she knew of.
We met, coincidentally, right at the door on our way in. We introduced ourselves and I gave her a kiss on the cheek. I held the door for her and we proceeded to the counter and ordered our coffees. You could have cut the tension with a knife. I would have preferred having a cocktail, but she wasn’t even old enough to drink legally. We both were trying to ease our nerves and get to a friendly place without any apprehension.
Luckily, they called us to get our coffees, which broke the short, uncomfortable silence between us. We returned to our table and seemed to be a little more comfortable. I pointed out, “You have some white powder on your cheek, there.”
“Oh, shit. It’s either flour or powdered sugar. I just got off work,” she said, wiping it off. “Sorry, I was running a little late and I didn’t go to the ladies room before I left.”
“That’s fine, Olivia. I must say that your pictures don’t do you justice. You are much lovelier in person. I guess this is a pretty strange situation for both of us, huh?” I said, trying to put her and myself more at ease.
“Yeah, I guess so. A little more so for me because of my work schedule. I usually have to be in at 3:00 a.m. so it doesn’t allow much time for dating at normal hours, except when I have days off,” she said as she played with the whipped cream on her drink. “I usually have to work Saturdays, but I arranged to get this one off.”
I thought for a moment and finally said, “You know, Olivia, now that we’ve met, if you have any second thoughts about all of this, I’ll understand if you don’t want to go through with it.”
“No, I’m a little nervous now, but I really want to do this and I feel more comfortable with someone as…experienced as you are. Besides, I wouldn’t know how to ask someone my age, especially face to face. After doing the text scenes with you, it’s almost like I know what’s coming, so I feel safe, especially since we’ve met now.”
“Well, thank you, Olivia. That’s very sweet. I feel like a kid with a brand new toy. No disrespect intended. But I’m glad you’re feeling more comfortable. I’d like to take you to dinner tonight if you would like to?” I asked her.
“Um, yeah. That would be great…Uh, what time?” she said, rather preoccupied with other thoughts.
“Whatever time you’re comfortable with, Sweetie. Is there a problem?” I inquired.
“Well, I have to drive across town to go home and change. I only brought some shorts and a top for tonight. I didn’t think we’d be going out, ya know? And I didn’t tell my folks I had dinner plans just that I was going to change at my girlfriend’s place before she and I went out tonight. So, if I go home and change for dinner…”
“I see. Well, is there a mall around here? I could take you shopping. I’d really enjoy that. You could shower at the hotel. I have a suite, so you’d have some privacy.”
“Oh, no. You don’t have to do that, I’ll figure something out.”
“Nonsense. I’d love to do that for you. After all, I never had a daughter to take shopping and spoil.”
“Well, I guess so, if you really want to. There’s a mall a couple miles up the road here,” she said, pointing out at the street.
“Okay then, let’s get a couple of lids and go to the mall,” I said, pushing my chair back.
We ended up in the junior miss department at a large chain department store. She found some dresses she liked and went to try them on. I sat in a chair outside the dressing rooms. I heard her call out, “Uh, Daddy? Could you come here a second?” It almost didn’t register with me until I was sure that it was her voice that I had heard. I wasn’t sure if she was playing as my little girl as in my stories, but then just figured it was the safest thing to call me in this situation. Either way, I liked it.
I went into the dressing area and she opened the door and asked, “Would you zip me up, Daddy?” I zipped it up and she just turned and looked in the mirror.
“Nope, not this one. What do you think?” she asked.
“I agree. Want me to unzip you?” She turned and I unzipped it all the way down to her cute little ass. I now confirmed my first thought that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She turned around, looked out the door past me and not seeing anyone there, she dropped the dress right in front of me.
My breath caught momentarily as I snapped my head around to see if anyone was behind me. I then turned back to get another quick eye full of her luscious 36DD boobs. Her nipples were visibly stiffened. I also noticed that she was wearing some fairly nondescript, beige panties. “Well, isn’t this a nice treat,” I said, smiling like a Cheshire cat.” Why don’t you try the little, red, halter top one?” I said, and reached out and gently flicked her left nipple, teasingly.
She quickly covered her boob, blushing slightly. She gave me a wry smile and reached for the red number and slid it over her head. She held it up with one hand and pulled her long, golden locks aside and asked if I would tie her straps. She arranged her boobs in the cups and it fit perfectly, showing a perfect amount of cleavage. Her large nipples were straining the fabric. Just gorgeous.
“So, what do you think?” she asked.
“It’s perfect. Beautiful. I think that’s the one. How about you?”
“I love it!” she said excitedly.
I paid for the dress and we headed back out into the mall. I asked her, “Is there a Victoria’s Secret or something like that in the mall?”
She asked, “Why?”
“Because I’d like to get some nice panties to go with your dress, Sweetie, if that’s alright with you? I mean, I noticed the ones you’re wearing, and…”
“I do have clean ones that I was going to change into later, you know?”
“Well, I figured you wouldn’t be wearing those tonight. I just thought we might find something nice to go with the dress, that’s all.”
“Okay, it’s up to you. I’m going to have to hide this stuff in my car until I can sneak it in the house. I’m supposed to be saving for school in the fall. My mom would wonder where I got money to buy these things if she saw them.”
We went on and got a nice pair of red, silk and lace thong panties. As we were walking out of Victoria’s Secret, I said, “And what about shoes?”
“I brought a pair of wedgies to wear later.”
“Okay, then, let’s find a shoe store. We’ll top off your outfit with some nice heels.”
Olivia said, “No, that’s too much. You’ve spent enough already.”
“Hey, it’s my pleasure to do this. I never had a little girl to spoil, so you get the benefit,” I said as I hugged her to my side as we walked on to find a shoe store. It’s good she didn’t see me buy the little emerald green, satin robe while she was picking out her panties with the sales lady. I lied and said I had bought some boxers.
We picked out some very sexy little black sandals with 4 inch spiked heels and ankle straps. Aside from the shoes being beautiful in their own right, they made Olivia’s legs and ass just pop.
We realized that we had better get back and start getting cleaned up for dinner. I dropped Olivia at her car and I followed her to the hotel. I got a recommendation at the front desk for a nice restaurant for dinner and called and made a reservation while Olivia was in the shower. I snuck in and hung the robe on the back of the bathroom door while she was washing her hair. It was a shame I couldn’t see through the shower curtain. Oh, well. It wouldn’t be long anyway.
When the water shut off and Olivia had pulled back the curtain and retrieved a towel, she yelled, “What the…? What’s up with this robe? I thought you said you bought boxers?”
“I lied. Sue me!” I yelled back.
She came padding out in her bare feet with her hair up in a towel, wearing her new robe. She strode up to me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you, Daddy
. You shouldn’t lie, though. It’s very beautiful and it feels fantastic.”
I got a small payback when I saw her bare bottom in the mirror as she reached up to hug me. “It looks great from here,” I said as I looked in the mirror.
She realized what I was looking at and smacked my arm after letting go of me, feigning mock disgust. “You are totally a dirty old man!”
“Hey, I did nothing but look!” I exclaimed. “Reflective surfaces shined upon me.” I stated in my defense as I put my hands up.
Olivia giggled and walked off to finish getting ready. I started for the shower.
We left the hotel arm in arm. Of course I was beaming from ear to ear to have such a beautiful young lady on my arm; even if she did look like my daughter, or younger. It seemed as though Olivia was enjoying herself immensely as well. She was sporting a huge smile herself, looking and feeling fantastic.
We had a wonderful dinner; almost to our detriment, from being so full. But, we had coffee and returned to the hotel.
We had certainly melted all the ice from earlier in the day. We had become fast friends. Friends with plans to take all this to a new level. To transcend the slightly sex charged bond we had already created.
I paused at the door to my room. I took Olivia’s face into my hands and asked her, “Are you ready to begin, my dear?”
“Absolutely, this has been a perfect day so far. Why stop now?”
As we entered the room I also asked her, “Sweetie, I have never inquired about the whole Daddy/daughter scene. Is that part of our little tryst here? I got so wrapped up in just the enema part that I kind of forgot the premise for all my stories, so I just never asked about that.”
“Well, yeah, Daddy
. Why do you think I called you that in the store today?”
“Well, I just thought you were trying to cover for me coming into the dressing room. I was just confused since we never talked about it or included it in our scenes.”
“Okay, I really felt like your little girl today at the mall,” she said, rubbing my arm and looking up at me.
I started getting a warm feeling running through my whole body. I softly said, “Come here, Sweetie, give Daddy a hug,” and pulled her into me. She rested the side of her face on my chest and I kissed her on top of her head.
“Now why don’t you slip out of your dress for Daddy and then go hang it up.” I said to give her something to do while I set up the enema bag in the bathroom. I’d wait to fill it until I was sure we were both ready. As I turned to leave the bathroom, Olivia was standing there watching me. I could see the apprehension, almost fear, in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, “You look a little worried. You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I reminded her.
“It’s…it’s just that I’ve never seen any of this kind of stuff before. It was only last year that I got my first dildo,” she said innocently.
“Come here, Sweetie,” I said, taking her hand and leading her out to the living area and sat down and pulled her onto my lap. I nudged her chin up with my finger and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then I lightly ran my finger over one of her large nipples. She inhaled sharply. I took her face in my hand and kissed her with more purpose and she responded in the same.
“Are you my precious little girl?” I asked her softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied meekly.
“Are you ready to be my good girl and do as I say?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, looking up into my eyes.
Okay, then, stand up in front of me with your hands behind your head and your feet slightly apart.”
She did as instructed, her large breasts displayed proudly in front of her, nipples erect. She looked fantastic in all her youthful glory; soft, glowing, alabaster skin, long flowing hair, the strings of her thong riding high on her hips, the gusset hugging her tightly between her firm thighs. I just sat there taking in the whole sight, letting her experience being on display for me. Her gaze was fixed on a point behind me somewhere.
“Very good, Sweetie, now turn around and slide your panties off slowly and then hand them to me,” I instructed.
She did as she was told and I got a glimpse of her pussy below her lovely, rounded bottom. I even got a slight peek of her little pink rosebud as she bent down to get her panties off of her feet. She stood and turned around looking confused as to what to do with her thong.
“Give me your panties, Sweetie, and then resume your position.” She did as instructed and I put them to my nose and inhaled slowly to savor her womanly scent our eyes locked the whole time. She blushed slightly and I gave her a wry smile, “Mmm, you smell great, Olivia. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“On your knees and resume your position,” I ordered and she quickly complied. “Now come here and help me out of my pants,” which she did obediently and returned her hands to the back of her head. I was sporting a bulge in my underwear.
Now that she was right in front of me, I reached down and ran the back of my index finger along the outer lips of her mound. I felt a light stubble and I was not pleased. There was also a hint of moisture, but I was more focused on the stubble. She had been instructed to be clean shaven.
“Why is there stubble on your pussy, young lady?” I asked firmly.
“Silence!” I said sternly, but not loudly. “Over my knee, now!” I ordered.
Olivia instantly looked stunned by the order, but slowly made her way on her knees and climbed over my lap. I rubbed her buttocks softly, letting her anticipate the impending slap to her derriere. I rapidly drew my hand back and I felt Olivia tense up immediately and suck a quick breath through her teeth. I hesitated in midair letting her wait for the impending pain. I then gave her a quick but halfhearted smack on her right cheek. I waited and watched for my hand print to appear. Seeing the pink print come to life, I quickly administered another to her left cheek, this one harder than the first.
“Ow!” she exclaimed.
“Not a peep. Take it!” I ordered. I promptly gave her 8 more swats evenly distributed between both cheeks. I rubbed her butt gently and then slipped my hand between her legs and checked her pussy. She was somewhat opened and wet to the touch on the outside of her inner lips.
I helped her back to her knees and said, “I think it’s time we went to the bathroom, My Dear.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said as we made our way to the bathroom.
I turned on the water in the bathtub to get it to the right temperature. “It’s time you were cleansed, Little One,” I told her. “I will administer your enema and you will hold your water until I tell you to go to the toilet and release. Do you understand me?” I asked firmly.
“When the water enters, you will begin to feel full, you may experience some discomfort, even some cramps. I expect you to endure these symptoms and hold your water like a big girl. When I have given you permission to release your water, I will leave you in the bathroom to empty yourself. Once you have finished I want you to shower yourself and shave your pussy smooth for me. Do you understand?”
“Very well then, on your knees and elbows on the bath mat,” I ordered.
I filled the bag with warm water and screwed the plug in and hung it from the shower curtain rod. I then retrieved some lube and applied some to the tip. I squirted some on my finger tip and spread Olivia’s cheeks and rubbed my finger tip around her pink pucker. After rubbing it around a little I eased my finger into her tight, little hole. I twisted it around and felt her clenching, almost trying to push me out. I pushed in to my second knuckle and kept twisting my finger around to spread the lube. I pulled out my finger and picked up the nozzle. I place it at her ring firmly and she clenched.
I said, “Relax, Sweetie, if you push out a little it will help this to go in easier.” She tried to push and I took advantage and pushed the nozzle in about a half inch.
“Ugh,” she grunted.
“That’s good, Sweetie, I’ll just push it in a little more, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said tentatively.
I pushed the nozzle in until the flange met with her sphincter. I left it there for her to get accustomed to having something foreign in her virgin butt. I squeezed her butt cheeks as she became accustomed to the new intruder in her ass.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Sweetie. I’m going to give you a little water now,” and I released the clamp and let some water flow into her bowels. I shut it off after a couple of seconds. “Everything okay?” I asked.
“Uh huh,” she whimpered.
“Okay, Daddy’s going to give you some more water. You’re doing really well so far,” I told her. I then released more water, letting more than twice as much in as last time.
“Mmm,” she moaned lightly. I squeezed her butt some more and lightly stroked her tummy with my other hand.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied quietly.
“Here comes some more, Sweetie. You’re doing really well,” I released the clamp again and let it flow until I could see half the bag was gone. I clicked the clamp.
“Ohhh, I’m so full. Is that all the water?” Olivia asked, pleadingly.
“There’s just a little more, Baby,” I lied. I continued rubbing her belly and released the clamp again letting it go for a while and then clicked it off again.
“OH, Daddy, I’m so full. That’s all the water isn’t it?” she asked again more urgently.
“Just a little more, Sweetheart,” I told her as I kept rubbing her stomach. Her belly was getting hard. I let it flow again, letting it run dry.
“Okay, Baby, that’s all of it. Now hold it for me. I’m going to take the nozzle out.” Hearing no answer, I began to twist the nozzle as I pulled it back gently.
“Oh, god, Daddy. The cramps are getting really bad,” she whined.
“It won’t be long now, Baby,” I told her as I slowly eased the nozzle out of her ass. “Hold your water, girl. This will be over soon and then we can have some fun with your little fart box,” I told her gently.
I knew I should let her get to the toilet fairly quickly for her first time, just in case. Water was one thing to clean up. This was her first cleansing, though. I helped her up and to the toilet and I closed the door as I said, “Go ahead, Baby. Come out when you’re done and shaved,” and I left her to her privacy.
I was sitting in the living room when Olivia reappeared. She was wearing her robe. It had been at least fifteen minutes since I left her.
“Are you okay, Sweetie,” I asked, tenderly. “Just remember that that was your first cleansing. We can try another later if you like, now that you’re….ahem…empty.”
“I’ve been better. That was…different. I think I passed some prime rib from New Year’s Eve,” trying to add levity.
“That’s a good one, Sweetie,” I chuckled. “Come here and sit on my lap. You are done with the toilet aren’t you?” I joked with her.
“You’re bad, Daddy,” Olivia said as she slapped my arm while she was sitting down. She curled up in my lap and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close. She rested her head on my shoulder. I rubbed her head as she released a long sigh, as if relaxing after her ordeal
“You know,” I said, breaking the silence, “I need to inspect to make sure you shaved properly.” I slid my hand down to her thigh and then to the inside of her other thigh. I rubbed the soft, milky skin on her inner thigh as I worked my way higher. Olivia relaxed her other leg and parted her thighs to allow me to go higher. I eased my hand onto her puffy mound to find it silky smooth; heavenly. I continued to rub her gently, increasing the length of my soft strokes.
Olivia elicited a breathy, “Mmmm, that feels nice, Daddy.”
I was tickling at her pucker now as I continued to stroke her aroused womanhood. I parted her inner lips and retrieved some of the building wetness to deliver to her virgin rosebud. I began to rub her juices into her freshly cleaned starfish. Just a little tease. I moved back up to her womanly essence and rubbed her more passionately I make my way up to her clit and circled it with my finger a little before starting the whole cycle again.
Olivia looked up at me as I looked down at her and we began to kiss, softly at first, but jetting toward raw passion. I stroked her harder and our kissing became almost frantic. I suddenly stopped and scooped her off my lap and carried her to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. I climbed over her and laid beside her and engaged her lips once again; fondling her ample breasts now, then squeezing ever harder. I sought out a nipple and began to roll it between my fingers, increasing the pressure as I went.
Olivia began to moan louder as I increased the pressure to a full pinch of her puffy nipple. I began to pull on her excited flesh and she arched her back; perhaps to keep up with her stretched flesh, but more from the intense feeling running through her body. She had never felt so aroused before. No boy had ever done this for her.
“Oh, god, Daddy!”
I started to kiss my way down her neck and continued on to her chest and began kissing her heaving breasts all over. I worked my way to one of her turgid nipples and sucked it in, wetting it, flicking it with my tongue and then sucking it hard, pulling it up along with her whole boob. I kept teasing her nipple with my tongue and sucking it hard. Then I bit her lightly and she jumped in reaction.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, and then exhaled a throaty breath.
I bit down again, harder, and then held it for a couple beats.
“Oooohhh, damn!” she cried out and then grabbed the back of my head and crushed my face into her big tit. “Oh, wow!” was all she could muster as the jolt went straight to her pussy.
I worked my way to her other breast and repeated the process before heading further south. I kissed my way down her undulating tummy, in a hurry now to get to her steaming delta. I could smell my waiting prize. I kissed her clit hood and sucked it lightly. I kissed my way down her now glistening slit as she began to ooze her womanly fluids. I continued past the bottom of her slit as I raised her nearer leg over my head to gain better access to her still tight, little pucker.
I flattened my tongue and slowly licked her freshly cleaned asshole. I repeated my action only following with the tip of my tongue, grazing over her perfect back hole. I began to lick her asshole, almost wishing it wasn’t quite so clean; a little more…flavorful; even musky. I worked in earnest as she began to relax her sphincter ever more. I worked her until I was able to begin to penetrate the virgin pink rosebud.
Light moans began to rain on my ears as I proceeded to work my way deeper and deeper into her warm rectum. Olivia was beginning to experience what I had foretold. She was becoming very relaxed as she became more aroused. Her pussy juice was now trailing down to my tongue, flowing freely from her slit. Her ass squished as her juices were being pumped into her ass like my tongue was a piston.
I worked my way up to her soaking pussy and licked her deeply, pushing inside her silky cunt and scooping up her copious juices. I sucked on her lips as my whole mouth covered her. I slid my tongue further up, flicking at her aroused clit. I easily slid my middle finger into her pussy and worked it in and out, coating it with her juices while I sucked on her clit and tongued it furiously.
I then slid my soaked finger down and started to apply pressure to her waiting asshole. I patiently worked the tip of my finger into her ass as I kept sucking and licking her clit alternately. I worked my way past the first knuckle and I could feel her relaxing. I pushed slowly in to my second knuckle. I began to stroke in and out, slowly gaining more real estate. I twisted and stroked for a while until Olivia breathily asked for, “More.”
I put two fingers deep in her pussy and then began to work them both into her waiting asshole. “Ooohhh,” she sighed heavily as I worked them all the way in and then back out, over and over. I added a third finger before she could ask for it, at least verbally. She had drawn her other knee up to her chest to give me full access to her back door.
I was pumping her ass with great determination and she was breathing heavily and her thighs were beginning to quiver. I suddenly bit down on her clit and she exploded into orgasm.
Olivia cried out loud, “Oh my fucking god! Oh! Oh! Oooohhh!” she kept crying out and I kept pumping her no longer virgin ass vigorously until Olivia snapped her legs straight and practically forced me from her as she tried to regain some control over her spastic body movements.
I moved up beside her and hugged and rubbed her as she came down from her violent orgasm. It took a while for her to slow her breathing to the point where she could speak again. “Oh, fuck. I’ve never cum like that before. Not even close. Damn, that was fantastic. I never thought I could ever feel anything like that.
I looked into her eyes and smiled like a Cheshire cat and said, “Welcome to the wonderful world of anal play, Beautiful Girl. Shall we continue?”
“Mmmm, let me catch you up a little, Daddy,” as she reached down and caressed my fully hard member. She rolled toward me and started kissing her way down to my throbbing cock and kissed the head with her full lips. She sucked on the head and flicked at my pee hole with the tip of her tongue. She then sucked me into her mouth. It felt glorious in her hot, wet mouth.
I groaned in pleasure as she slowly worked me up and down, sucking gently. She released me and licked down my shaft and began to suck softly on my balls. She stopped sucking and looked up at me and said, “You need a shave, Daddy. We’ll have to see about that later,” and then began to kiss her way down even further.
She then flicked my ass with her tongue. Then she alternated between kissing and licking my ass. It then turned to licking only as she began to work me in earnest. I was loving it as she tongued my hole. It was so relaxing, so erotic, and so hot. She worked her way back up and took me deep into her mouth again, sucking harder than before.
I didn’t want to lose it in her wonderful mouth so I eased her off my twitching pole and rolled her onto her back as I threw a leg over and climbed on top of her. I positioned myself to enter her soaking gash and rubbed my hard cock up and down her slit and then spanked her clit with it a few times before sliding down and pushing into her easily, at least at first. After I got the head in she was tight. I had to work my way in slowly.
I pulled her legs up onto my shoulders and started to slowly push my way into her tight little cunt. I finally worked myself all the way in, but it was still so very tight. I pumped slowly, taking full strokes and grinding when I was fully sheathed in her. I took my time as I wanted to finish in her silky ass.
I had to pull back to keep from losing it too soon. I gazed upon the young beauty beneath me. My head was reeling from the feelings going through my head. I couldn’t believe that I was actually here with this barely legal, young woman. It was time to sink myself into her perfect little rosebud and make it fully blossom.
I pulled from her frothy pussy and rubbed the tip of my leaking cock on her little pink hole. I began to push gently into her. I told her to push against me like she was trying to push something out, which would make it go in easier. I felt her pushing and I eased forward and the head popped in. I pushed a little more until I passed her inner ring.
Olivia moaned, “Oh, Daddy, it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time.”
I waited until I felt her relax some and then pushed a little more. I pulled back a little and pushed in a little deeper. I continued in this manner until I had most of my cock buried in her ass. The whole time our eyes were locked on each other.
Again, with all the feelings swirling about in my head. I rested there buried deep inside of Olivia and leaned down and kissed her deeply. I then told her how very special she was and pulled back and pushed back in all the way. I was trying my damnedest not to lose control. It was tough, really tough.
I looked her in the eyes and told her, “You are so precious. I love that you let me have your perfect little rosebud, Olivia. You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I can hold out much longer, Baby Girl.”
I then started to pump a little faster and then a little harder. Olivia was becoming more and more verbal as I started to smack my hips against her ass. I was reaching critical mass. I pulled back one last time and buried myself deep in her ass and released shot after shot of my seed deep in her bowels. That triggered Olivia’s second orgasm and I began to pump her again until we locked in an embrace and rolled onto our side, panting furiously, kissing between gasps. We rolled apart and I popped out of her ass. My eight inches rapidly fading and softening. Both of us now laying on our backs trying to reclaim our normal breathing.
Olivia finally rolled over and straddled me and we kissed softly. “That was wonderful, Daddy. Oh my god, I can’t believe I had an orgasm that way. Thank you for giving me all of this.”
“Oh, Baby, it’s me that should be thanking you. I can’t believe this just happened, and I’m still alive!” We both chuckled and then started kissing again. It was such a tender moment. We hugged and kissed for a while. I fumbled around and we pulled the covers over us and snuggled together as we drifted off to sleep.
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