Episode 63 Jade and Grace
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Saturday morning, my ex-wife Mary phoned out of the blue – we hadn’t spoken in ages. Would I take Grace, our youngest daughter for the weekend, as her new partner was staying the night and she didn’t fancy trying to explain to a 10 year old that Mummy was now a lesbian. They arrived a little later, dropping off Grace with a small overnight bag of clothes, but making it clear that she needed a new bikini if we were to go swimming, and some new underwear would be useful.
Alia, our oldest – now a stroppy teenager - waved from the back seat and Mary’s new girlfriend scowled from the front seat as she slapped me for asking Grace’s bra size: “Measure them yourself – you pervert, and no getting her pregnant”.
Grace insisted we went shopping for her new bikini straight away because she wanted to flaunt her new curves in the park and perhaps in my bed tonight.
We sat at the back of the bus to Portsmouth to avoid attracting too much attention - her tight shorts and cropped tee-shirt already exposing a lot of tasty flesh that she loved me stroking.
I only had to slide my fingers over her taut tummy for her nipples to rise and a tiny damp patch appear at the front of her shorts.
An old lady on the next seat tutted when Grace let out a little moan, as if I was already having sex with my own daughter.
I moved her right hand onto my thigh just below the crotch - she quivered deliciously, wrapping her tiny hand around my erection.
She whispered "Daddy, I want you to touch my pussy, make your little girl cum, right here on the bus".
She bit my shoulder as one hand dropped inside her red shorts, two fingers sliding into her soaking wet p*****n pussy.
I rubbed and stroked her for another two bus stops, then paused: "No baby - you must not cum yet; only cum when I tell you".
"But Daddy - I need to cum right now".
"Hold onto it baby - let it grow - you can only cum when I'm inside you"
"But Daddy - you're torturing me - I can't hold it back"
My fingers carefully slid down the outside of one pussy lip, backwards between her overheated butt cheeks, just avoiding her puckered hole, then back up the other side, to glide across her clit. I had no idea how much more of this she could take; the pussy juice was already flowing and she made little moans each time my soaked fingers pulled away.
Grace moaned again "Daddy - you must let me cum - I can feel it building inside my tummy like a volcano - it's going to burst".
"Hold on baby girl", I removed my hand from her shorts "you can only cum when I lick your neck - like this".
Her neck tasted sublime; she came hard, thighs clamped together, teeth clamped down onto my finger coated in her lubrication to muffle the scream.
The old lady looked around sharply - she must have heard everything "lovely ch1ld - you take good care of her".
I had to almost carry Grace off the bus - her legs had turned to jelly, she was still babbling incoherently.
"Have a great time you two" even the driver had heard her climax "don't do anything I wouldn't like to do to my daughter".
Grace laughed "too late Mr Driver - but thanks anyway". She backed her bottom into my erection "these red shorts are a bit sticky now - he's going to buy me a new black bikini for sex in the park"
"Try Primark mate" replied the driver "they have an amazing selection for that pretty bottom - you're bound to find something that exposes her perfectly"
Grace ran ahead into the store, pulling clothes off the girls’ racks at random until we reached the underwear section. I didn't know where to look - shelves of tiny slips of shiny fabric designed to protect a ch1ld’s natural modesty, but inflame parental passions.
Grace held up a black bikini thong in front of her red shorts "What do you think of these Daddy - will it cover my pussy, but still show enough of my butt"?
I checked nobody else was about, "slip your shorts down baby and try them on"
"But Daddy - my panties are all damp at the front - perhaps I should take them off too"
Amy
"Sorry sir - we can't allow that here - read the hygiene rules" - it was a pretty black-haired teenage sales assistant, dressed in tight black tee-shirt and leggings - looking rather hot and flustered. Perhaps it was sight of Grace undressing or my arousal reaction or the strong smell of sex rising from Grace's shorts.
I read the teenagers name tag, pinned onto her tee-shirt just above her braless hard left nipple 'Amy'.
"Here put these on - quickly" Amy thrust a pair of paper panties into my hand; I lifted one foot. "Not you stupid - put them on her - cover up that gorgeous camel-toe - I could get the sack".
Grace pulled up the white tissue-paper-thin garment, snug between her pussy lips, then struggled into the black bikini bottoms; Amy knelt between her feet to help with the straps.
I joined Amy on the floor, looking down the back of her leggings, one hand just grazing her bare hip "what do you think baby girl?"
"But Daddy, you can see these white panties – they’re too big".
"We can fix that" said Amy, tearing away the exposed part of the panties above Grace's new black bikini "my girlfriend and I wear these all the time - you can adjust them however you like". I helped Grace tuck the torn ends down the back, finding one of Amy's hands already stroking my daughter's bottom. "She is a very hot ch1ld, your little Gracie - don't you think - perhaps I can make her cum".
"Perhaps we ought to try the bikini top" I suggested, changing the subject "baby, lift your top up - show the nice Amy your little breasts"
Amy removed both hands from Grace's bikini bottoms - I hadn't even seen the one down the front - she offered me the sticky fingertips to lick, then brought them both up to stroke Grace’s hard nipple buds.
"About an AA-size, I should guess" remarked Amy, idly thumbing both nipples, innocently planting a kiss on Grace's neck.
"Oh shit" groaned Grace "I'm cumming for you". Her little body shook all over as the climax ripped through her.
"Oh fuck" I added "now our secrets out - we're going to have to k**nap you"
Grace recovered slowly from her second orgasm in 10 minutes “AA-size” she joked “that’s the same as the batteries in my vibrator – can we get some more Daddy – they run down so fast when I’m having fun”.
Amy pressed the tiny black triangles over Grace’s breasts, centred on her hard nipples; not removing her thumbs even after I had tied the straps around the back.
I couldn’t help noticing Amy’s own nipples hardening as my pretty daughter responded to her arousing strokes.
“Did you say both you and your girlfriend always wear paper knickers – just throw them away each day”?
“Yeah – you can just tear a hole wherever you want fucking – front or back”.
Grace giggled “front or back – I like both”, wriggling her cute bottom. I slipped a hand down the back of her new black bikini; easing a fingertip through the soft paper panties into her hot backside. Grace closed her eyes, humming a tune I didn’t recognise, while my finger explored her butt.
“Remember you can’t cum yet baby girl, Daddy has to kiss your neck”
Amy looked from Grace to me and back again “how do you do that? Have you trained her not to cum? I should love to have that control over my girlfriend’s orgasms – she always cums first – it’s so unfair”.
Grace stopped purring for a moment, eyes wide open “are you a lesbian – my Mum is - do you fuck girls – will you fuck me”?
Amy actually blushed “let’s finish your shopping and get outside – it’s rather hot in here. Then we can discuss my sexuality with a picnic in the park.” One hand grazed across my straining cock “perhaps your Daddy can train me too”.
“Oh Daddy – a picnic with a lesbian – how wonderful”.
We paid for the bikini, scanning the label in situ and some white stockings that Grace wanted; meeting Amy outside by the staff entrance. She had changed into a sort of open-sided tabard over a slinky crop-top that just exposed the undersides of her braless tits. The tabard was longer at the back, covering her butt, than the front where it left her succulent pussy mound visible inside the leggings. Amy walked a bit oddly too, like she was trying to hold something in. Amy explained that she had a very open lesbian/bi relationship with her girlfriend – she was free to fuck any girls she wanted, leaving Amy to fuck either sex – often both at the same time.
The Park
After stopping off in Tesco to buy a picnic lunch of sandwiches, crisps, drinks, yoghourts and those little pots of fruit, Amy showed us her favourite pound shop where they do packs of six paper panties for a pound – we bought two packs – one black and one white - I thought we might get through rather a lot.
We found a shady spot in the park away from too many prying eyes and started scoffing – Grace was ravenous as usual; Amy took her time savouring every mouthful – her eyes never leaving the tent in my trousers. She had rolled down the waistband of her black leggings to pubic bone height, so a delicious slice of tummy and buttock cleft were clearly visible. I stroked her from just below the tummy button down into her matted dark pubic hair – she purred “now tell me about the training – how do you stop Grace cumming”.
“Well, it takes weeks” I lied “you have to get her to the verge of a climax, then stop. It’s a good idea to restrain her hands from bringing herself off – ‘jilling’ she likes to call it. Then talk gently for a while and repeat the pussy rubbing – it usually takes about 20 minutes”. She was squeezing her thighs together around my hand invading her private parts – her cunt was so slick.
“Tell me more” she begged, on the verge of her own orgasm “then I’ll teach Grace how to deep throat you”.
“Well, you just have to kiss her second most erogenous zone – above the waist of course – and tell her she can cum for you”. I’d hardly noticed that Amy was trying to rip her own tits off when I licked the inside of her elbow – she exploded – beating her cunt down onto my up-stretched knee; Grace overcame her shock and copied the sexed-up teenager, riding my other knee to her own climax.
“Now baby girl” breathed Amy “this is how we teach your Dad not to cum in our mouths”. She ripped down my trousers and black boxer shorts – cock stood rigidly to attention in the cool breeze. “Right – watch this”. Amy took a mouthful of orange juice and wrapped her hot lips around my cock head. The juice dribbled out down the sides of her mouth; Grace licked it up. “That’s the idea baby – take a mouthful and we can share him”.
I couldn’t believe the feel of Amy and my daughter swapping my cock backwards and forwards between their sweet mouths, tongues gliding over the slick skin. Amy took it down her throat almost to the root, without gagging. My hips bucked involuntarily forcing the last inch into her teen mouth; she pushed me away spluttering “that’s what you have to watch for Grace – don’t let him choke you. Here – I’ll hold him down and you try it”
Amy straddled both my thighs, pushing Grace to sit on my face, facing her and reach down to take a firm grip on my erection. Grace’s moist cunt tasted sublime, but I wasn’t ready for how good her mouth felt on my cock – I’d never asked her to suck me – I was afraid of hurting her. I could just hear Amy directing her to take another swallow of juice and hold my cock in both hands before opening her throat as wide as possible. The feeling was so intense – her throat muscles were gagging, taking me deeper – it was only a matter of time before the sperm would start flowing.
I bit down hard on her clit to relieve the pressure – she yelped pulling her body away. Amy slapped me hard across the balls, then jerked my orgasm two-handed onto Grace’s face. She came, flooding my mouth, as soon as the sticky spunk slid down onto her neck – such a well trained ch1ld.
“Not really a lesbian, are we Amy – you seem to like cock a bit too much; how do you fancy a shag?”
“The cunt is reserved for my girlfriend, but you can take the arse if you like”. Amy removed the black leggings completely while Grace tore a hole through the back of the soggy paper panties, finding the butt plug.
Grace twisted the end between her fingers “What’s this – it’s fuckin’ huge”. I had never heard Grace swear; I helped her pull the black rubber butt plug out, to leave it quivering on the grass. Grace slid two fingers into Amy’s stretched butt hole.
“Naughty girl – I love you. Now clean up your Daddy’s cock before he shoves it up my arse”. Grace didn’t need telling twice, her soft tongue was all over me, drinking down the white baby-making spunk.
Even with her top half covered in the black Primark tabard, it must still have been obvious to anyone passing in the park that I was fucking Amy from behind while my gorgeous daughter looked on with both hands down the front of her revealing new black bikini. Could I allow her cum – could I stop her? She wasn’t trained yet – who cares – her arse felt soft and deep.
Home
The bus ride home was uneventful – Grace sat unusually quietly, texting furiously, except for a burst of laughter and the word ‘yoghurt’.
“Who are you texting, baby?” looking over her shoulder; but all I could see was a topless selfie of Amy. I’d held her tits from behind, while shagging her arse, but hadn’t actually seen much of them – she had gorgeously dark nipples on top of succulent pink flesh.
“Nobody texts any more Daddy – it’s called Messaging – and stop ogling my new best friend. We swapped phone numbers in the park, so I could introduce her to my big sister Alia. They’re both coming over to play tomorrow morning – I hope that’s OK”
We arrived home, Grace raced up the stairs in her black bikini, clutching the carrier bag of her purchases.
“Can I take a shower?” she shouted down.
“Of course baby – make sure you get the grass stains off your knees. I’ll get the tea ready”.
Twenty minutes later Grace re-appeared wearing just her new white stay-up stockings and a clean pair of black paper panties, with a finger-sized gash already allowing her clit to peep out.
Unlike the coverage of the white panties, these black beauties were very low rise, with straight-cut legs in a boy-shorts style and incredibly erotic. Apart from a narrow centre panel front and back of solid black (to protect modesty and provide practical absorbency) the rest was made of a fine lace with large swirling apertures displaying a girl’s hips and buttocks. All of Grace looked stunning – from her high topless nipples, stunningly flat belly slipping down into the black panties, tops of pink thighs, then long legs encased in white stockings. She gave me a quick twirl to take in her adorable back and bottom, with just a hint of something upsetting the smooth line of her buttocks.
I ogled Grace clambering up onto a kitchen stool, holding out her bikini top, with her wrists pressed together “I’ve been a naughty girl – are you going to punish me”.
“Not yet baby – let’s eat first, then I can tie your hands together and perhaps bend you over my knee”.
Grace looked uncomfortable perching her pretty bottom on the stool; flashing the top of her bare thighs; I discovered why, later when she climbed down – the outline of Amy’s fat anal plug clearly visible between her taut buttocks through the paper-thin panties. Over my knee, each time my hand came into contact with the plug, she whimpered “Daddy – I love you”. I didn’t need to tie her hands – she held them out straight, not attempting to protect her thighs or buttocks from the slaps she needed and loved.
“Did you bring yourself off in the shower baby – your pussy lips are all soft and puffy – you have been naughty”.
“Daddy – you can punish me now – I have been a naughty girl – I came without your permission when the water sprayed up between my legs. I really wanted to wait – I promise not to do it again”
I took hold of the square butt plug end, that was holding her buttocks apart and twisted, pulling it out an inch and easing it back in again. The plug seemed enormous in her tight hole – it made a little squelch noise with each movement. Grace loved it, reacting to each new thrust and twist with a moan of ‘Daddy’ – she was so very close to cumming; I stopped – just stroking her thighs and then pinching her nipples. Each time I slapped her butt, the panties tore a bit more until one entire buttock was exposed, then they just fell off.
After 10 more minutes of avoiding touching her pussy, she was begging me to let her cum. She was so easy to please – two hard slaps on the arse – replace the butt-plug with my thumb – two fingers extending forward into her slick pussy. She was somehow standing between my legs as her body went rigid, shaking, demanding release - I bit her neck.
Her little thighs clamped and shook – a gush of sweet-tasting juice ran out onto my hand – she was cumming like never before; burying her face in my shoulder. Much later, curled up in bed, my hand stroking her sore bottom she admitted that she hadn’t known whether to laugh or cry when her orgasm hit. Later yet when we read about true submissives, we realised she had entered subspace for the first time.
Back now, I was still watching the black anal plug glistening on the white carpet, surrounded by the tattered remains of her black panties when Grace returned from the kitchen carrying a towel and the pot of yoghurt left over from the picnic.
She took control: “OK Daddy – now it’s your turn; take everything off – you’d better sit on that towel – it might get messy”.
I sprawled out along the sofa as instructed, Grace sitting primly opposite. She dipped my cock head into the yoghurt pot, then jacked it up and down between her white stocking-clad feet. The feeling of heat and cold sent shivers down my spine, watching my beautiful daughter opening her legs wide, but keeping her feet together was mesmerising.
“Amy taught me this – I guess you do like it”.
It wasn’t very long before my cock exploded all over her pretty feet.
“You’d better clean this up baby, because tonight I plan to make love to you very slowly until you scream”.
Alia, our oldest – now a stroppy teenager - waved from the back seat and Mary’s new girlfriend scowled from the front seat as she slapped me for asking Grace’s bra size: “Measure them yourself – you pervert, and no getting her pregnant”.
Grace insisted we went shopping for her new bikini straight away because she wanted to flaunt her new curves in the park and perhaps in my bed tonight.
We sat at the back of the bus to Portsmouth to avoid attracting too much attention - her tight shorts and cropped tee-shirt already exposing a lot of tasty flesh that she loved me stroking.
I only had to slide my fingers over her taut tummy for her nipples to rise and a tiny damp patch appear at the front of her shorts.
An old lady on the next seat tutted when Grace let out a little moan, as if I was already having sex with my own daughter.
I moved her right hand onto my thigh just below the crotch - she quivered deliciously, wrapping her tiny hand around my erection.
She whispered "Daddy, I want you to touch my pussy, make your little girl cum, right here on the bus".
She bit my shoulder as one hand dropped inside her red shorts, two fingers sliding into her soaking wet p*****n pussy.
I rubbed and stroked her for another two bus stops, then paused: "No baby - you must not cum yet; only cum when I tell you".
"But Daddy - I need to cum right now".
"Hold onto it baby - let it grow - you can only cum when I'm inside you"
"But Daddy - you're torturing me - I can't hold it back"
My fingers carefully slid down the outside of one pussy lip, backwards between her overheated butt cheeks, just avoiding her puckered hole, then back up the other side, to glide across her clit. I had no idea how much more of this she could take; the pussy juice was already flowing and she made little moans each time my soaked fingers pulled away.
Grace moaned again "Daddy - you must let me cum - I can feel it building inside my tummy like a volcano - it's going to burst".
"Hold on baby girl", I removed my hand from her shorts "you can only cum when I lick your neck - like this".
Her neck tasted sublime; she came hard, thighs clamped together, teeth clamped down onto my finger coated in her lubrication to muffle the scream.
The old lady looked around sharply - she must have heard everything "lovely ch1ld - you take good care of her".
I had to almost carry Grace off the bus - her legs had turned to jelly, she was still babbling incoherently.
"Have a great time you two" even the driver had heard her climax "don't do anything I wouldn't like to do to my daughter".
Grace laughed "too late Mr Driver - but thanks anyway". She backed her bottom into my erection "these red shorts are a bit sticky now - he's going to buy me a new black bikini for sex in the park"
"Try Primark mate" replied the driver "they have an amazing selection for that pretty bottom - you're bound to find something that exposes her perfectly"
Grace ran ahead into the store, pulling clothes off the girls’ racks at random until we reached the underwear section. I didn't know where to look - shelves of tiny slips of shiny fabric designed to protect a ch1ld’s natural modesty, but inflame parental passions.
Grace held up a black bikini thong in front of her red shorts "What do you think of these Daddy - will it cover my pussy, but still show enough of my butt"?
I checked nobody else was about, "slip your shorts down baby and try them on"
"But Daddy - my panties are all damp at the front - perhaps I should take them off too"
Amy
"Sorry sir - we can't allow that here - read the hygiene rules" - it was a pretty black-haired teenage sales assistant, dressed in tight black tee-shirt and leggings - looking rather hot and flustered. Perhaps it was sight of Grace undressing or my arousal reaction or the strong smell of sex rising from Grace's shorts.
I read the teenagers name tag, pinned onto her tee-shirt just above her braless hard left nipple 'Amy'.
"Here put these on - quickly" Amy thrust a pair of paper panties into my hand; I lifted one foot. "Not you stupid - put them on her - cover up that gorgeous camel-toe - I could get the sack".
Grace pulled up the white tissue-paper-thin garment, snug between her pussy lips, then struggled into the black bikini bottoms; Amy knelt between her feet to help with the straps.
I joined Amy on the floor, looking down the back of her leggings, one hand just grazing her bare hip "what do you think baby girl?"
"But Daddy, you can see these white panties – they’re too big".
"We can fix that" said Amy, tearing away the exposed part of the panties above Grace's new black bikini "my girlfriend and I wear these all the time - you can adjust them however you like". I helped Grace tuck the torn ends down the back, finding one of Amy's hands already stroking my daughter's bottom. "She is a very hot ch1ld, your little Gracie - don't you think - perhaps I can make her cum".
"Perhaps we ought to try the bikini top" I suggested, changing the subject "baby, lift your top up - show the nice Amy your little breasts"
Amy removed both hands from Grace's bikini bottoms - I hadn't even seen the one down the front - she offered me the sticky fingertips to lick, then brought them both up to stroke Grace’s hard nipple buds.
"About an AA-size, I should guess" remarked Amy, idly thumbing both nipples, innocently planting a kiss on Grace's neck.
"Oh shit" groaned Grace "I'm cumming for you". Her little body shook all over as the climax ripped through her.
"Oh fuck" I added "now our secrets out - we're going to have to k**nap you"
Grace recovered slowly from her second orgasm in 10 minutes “AA-size” she joked “that’s the same as the batteries in my vibrator – can we get some more Daddy – they run down so fast when I’m having fun”.
Amy pressed the tiny black triangles over Grace’s breasts, centred on her hard nipples; not removing her thumbs even after I had tied the straps around the back.
I couldn’t help noticing Amy’s own nipples hardening as my pretty daughter responded to her arousing strokes.
“Did you say both you and your girlfriend always wear paper knickers – just throw them away each day”?
“Yeah – you can just tear a hole wherever you want fucking – front or back”.
Grace giggled “front or back – I like both”, wriggling her cute bottom. I slipped a hand down the back of her new black bikini; easing a fingertip through the soft paper panties into her hot backside. Grace closed her eyes, humming a tune I didn’t recognise, while my finger explored her butt.
“Remember you can’t cum yet baby girl, Daddy has to kiss your neck”
Amy looked from Grace to me and back again “how do you do that? Have you trained her not to cum? I should love to have that control over my girlfriend’s orgasms – she always cums first – it’s so unfair”.
Grace stopped purring for a moment, eyes wide open “are you a lesbian – my Mum is - do you fuck girls – will you fuck me”?
Amy actually blushed “let’s finish your shopping and get outside – it’s rather hot in here. Then we can discuss my sexuality with a picnic in the park.” One hand grazed across my straining cock “perhaps your Daddy can train me too”.
“Oh Daddy – a picnic with a lesbian – how wonderful”.
We paid for the bikini, scanning the label in situ and some white stockings that Grace wanted; meeting Amy outside by the staff entrance. She had changed into a sort of open-sided tabard over a slinky crop-top that just exposed the undersides of her braless tits. The tabard was longer at the back, covering her butt, than the front where it left her succulent pussy mound visible inside the leggings. Amy walked a bit oddly too, like she was trying to hold something in. Amy explained that she had a very open lesbian/bi relationship with her girlfriend – she was free to fuck any girls she wanted, leaving Amy to fuck either sex – often both at the same time.
The Park
After stopping off in Tesco to buy a picnic lunch of sandwiches, crisps, drinks, yoghourts and those little pots of fruit, Amy showed us her favourite pound shop where they do packs of six paper panties for a pound – we bought two packs – one black and one white - I thought we might get through rather a lot.
We found a shady spot in the park away from too many prying eyes and started scoffing – Grace was ravenous as usual; Amy took her time savouring every mouthful – her eyes never leaving the tent in my trousers. She had rolled down the waistband of her black leggings to pubic bone height, so a delicious slice of tummy and buttock cleft were clearly visible. I stroked her from just below the tummy button down into her matted dark pubic hair – she purred “now tell me about the training – how do you stop Grace cumming”.
“Well, it takes weeks” I lied “you have to get her to the verge of a climax, then stop. It’s a good idea to restrain her hands from bringing herself off – ‘jilling’ she likes to call it. Then talk gently for a while and repeat the pussy rubbing – it usually takes about 20 minutes”. She was squeezing her thighs together around my hand invading her private parts – her cunt was so slick.
“Tell me more” she begged, on the verge of her own orgasm “then I’ll teach Grace how to deep throat you”.
“Well, you just have to kiss her second most erogenous zone – above the waist of course – and tell her she can cum for you”. I’d hardly noticed that Amy was trying to rip her own tits off when I licked the inside of her elbow – she exploded – beating her cunt down onto my up-stretched knee; Grace overcame her shock and copied the sexed-up teenager, riding my other knee to her own climax.
“Now baby girl” breathed Amy “this is how we teach your Dad not to cum in our mouths”. She ripped down my trousers and black boxer shorts – cock stood rigidly to attention in the cool breeze. “Right – watch this”. Amy took a mouthful of orange juice and wrapped her hot lips around my cock head. The juice dribbled out down the sides of her mouth; Grace licked it up. “That’s the idea baby – take a mouthful and we can share him”.
I couldn’t believe the feel of Amy and my daughter swapping my cock backwards and forwards between their sweet mouths, tongues gliding over the slick skin. Amy took it down her throat almost to the root, without gagging. My hips bucked involuntarily forcing the last inch into her teen mouth; she pushed me away spluttering “that’s what you have to watch for Grace – don’t let him choke you. Here – I’ll hold him down and you try it”
Amy straddled both my thighs, pushing Grace to sit on my face, facing her and reach down to take a firm grip on my erection. Grace’s moist cunt tasted sublime, but I wasn’t ready for how good her mouth felt on my cock – I’d never asked her to suck me – I was afraid of hurting her. I could just hear Amy directing her to take another swallow of juice and hold my cock in both hands before opening her throat as wide as possible. The feeling was so intense – her throat muscles were gagging, taking me deeper – it was only a matter of time before the sperm would start flowing.
I bit down hard on her clit to relieve the pressure – she yelped pulling her body away. Amy slapped me hard across the balls, then jerked my orgasm two-handed onto Grace’s face. She came, flooding my mouth, as soon as the sticky spunk slid down onto her neck – such a well trained ch1ld.
“Not really a lesbian, are we Amy – you seem to like cock a bit too much; how do you fancy a shag?”
“The cunt is reserved for my girlfriend, but you can take the arse if you like”. Amy removed the black leggings completely while Grace tore a hole through the back of the soggy paper panties, finding the butt plug.
Grace twisted the end between her fingers “What’s this – it’s fuckin’ huge”. I had never heard Grace swear; I helped her pull the black rubber butt plug out, to leave it quivering on the grass. Grace slid two fingers into Amy’s stretched butt hole.
“Naughty girl – I love you. Now clean up your Daddy’s cock before he shoves it up my arse”. Grace didn’t need telling twice, her soft tongue was all over me, drinking down the white baby-making spunk.
Even with her top half covered in the black Primark tabard, it must still have been obvious to anyone passing in the park that I was fucking Amy from behind while my gorgeous daughter looked on with both hands down the front of her revealing new black bikini. Could I allow her cum – could I stop her? She wasn’t trained yet – who cares – her arse felt soft and deep.
Home
The bus ride home was uneventful – Grace sat unusually quietly, texting furiously, except for a burst of laughter and the word ‘yoghurt’.
“Who are you texting, baby?” looking over her shoulder; but all I could see was a topless selfie of Amy. I’d held her tits from behind, while shagging her arse, but hadn’t actually seen much of them – she had gorgeously dark nipples on top of succulent pink flesh.
“Nobody texts any more Daddy – it’s called Messaging – and stop ogling my new best friend. We swapped phone numbers in the park, so I could introduce her to my big sister Alia. They’re both coming over to play tomorrow morning – I hope that’s OK”
We arrived home, Grace raced up the stairs in her black bikini, clutching the carrier bag of her purchases.
“Can I take a shower?” she shouted down.
“Of course baby – make sure you get the grass stains off your knees. I’ll get the tea ready”.
Twenty minutes later Grace re-appeared wearing just her new white stay-up stockings and a clean pair of black paper panties, with a finger-sized gash already allowing her clit to peep out.
Unlike the coverage of the white panties, these black beauties were very low rise, with straight-cut legs in a boy-shorts style and incredibly erotic. Apart from a narrow centre panel front and back of solid black (to protect modesty and provide practical absorbency) the rest was made of a fine lace with large swirling apertures displaying a girl’s hips and buttocks. All of Grace looked stunning – from her high topless nipples, stunningly flat belly slipping down into the black panties, tops of pink thighs, then long legs encased in white stockings. She gave me a quick twirl to take in her adorable back and bottom, with just a hint of something upsetting the smooth line of her buttocks.
I ogled Grace clambering up onto a kitchen stool, holding out her bikini top, with her wrists pressed together “I’ve been a naughty girl – are you going to punish me”.
“Not yet baby – let’s eat first, then I can tie your hands together and perhaps bend you over my knee”.
Grace looked uncomfortable perching her pretty bottom on the stool; flashing the top of her bare thighs; I discovered why, later when she climbed down – the outline of Amy’s fat anal plug clearly visible between her taut buttocks through the paper-thin panties. Over my knee, each time my hand came into contact with the plug, she whimpered “Daddy – I love you”. I didn’t need to tie her hands – she held them out straight, not attempting to protect her thighs or buttocks from the slaps she needed and loved.
“Did you bring yourself off in the shower baby – your pussy lips are all soft and puffy – you have been naughty”.
“Daddy – you can punish me now – I have been a naughty girl – I came without your permission when the water sprayed up between my legs. I really wanted to wait – I promise not to do it again”
I took hold of the square butt plug end, that was holding her buttocks apart and twisted, pulling it out an inch and easing it back in again. The plug seemed enormous in her tight hole – it made a little squelch noise with each movement. Grace loved it, reacting to each new thrust and twist with a moan of ‘Daddy’ – she was so very close to cumming; I stopped – just stroking her thighs and then pinching her nipples. Each time I slapped her butt, the panties tore a bit more until one entire buttock was exposed, then they just fell off.
After 10 more minutes of avoiding touching her pussy, she was begging me to let her cum. She was so easy to please – two hard slaps on the arse – replace the butt-plug with my thumb – two fingers extending forward into her slick pussy. She was somehow standing between my legs as her body went rigid, shaking, demanding release - I bit her neck.
Her little thighs clamped and shook – a gush of sweet-tasting juice ran out onto my hand – she was cumming like never before; burying her face in my shoulder. Much later, curled up in bed, my hand stroking her sore bottom she admitted that she hadn’t known whether to laugh or cry when her orgasm hit. Later yet when we read about true submissives, we realised she had entered subspace for the first time.
Back now, I was still watching the black anal plug glistening on the white carpet, surrounded by the tattered remains of her black panties when Grace returned from the kitchen carrying a towel and the pot of yoghurt left over from the picnic.
She took control: “OK Daddy – now it’s your turn; take everything off – you’d better sit on that towel – it might get messy”.
I sprawled out along the sofa as instructed, Grace sitting primly opposite. She dipped my cock head into the yoghurt pot, then jacked it up and down between her white stocking-clad feet. The feeling of heat and cold sent shivers down my spine, watching my beautiful daughter opening her legs wide, but keeping her feet together was mesmerising.
“Amy taught me this – I guess you do like it”.
It wasn’t very long before my cock exploded all over her pretty feet.
“You’d better clean this up baby, because tonight I plan to make love to you very slowly until you scream”.
Kierra
- 11.04.2022
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