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Merry Christmas, Mr. Conlin
(A Loving Lizvette story)
This is an installment in a series of stories about William Conlin, a married man of middle years, and his young love, Lizvette, who is a friend of William's daughter and who likes to call him Daddy. It takes place not long after their illicit Las Vegas marriage (which is described at length in the story "Polly Gamey") and tells of their first Christmas together. It is told in a single chapter.
This is a work of fiction. All rights are reserved. No copying to any other site including sex stories dot com is permitted.
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"Heehee! You like it, don't you Daddy?"
Lizvette's pretty little feet, covered in her bright red Christmas socks, were wrapped around my cock, rubbing it and teasing it back to a full erection. The soft, thick cotton frabric was smooth and warm against my skin.
"Yes, baby. You know so many ways to make me feel good," I said, wanting to encourage her developing erotic imagination. It was true. This wasn't her first time with my dick between her feet, but it was, so far, the best. Her socks ran the full length of her calves, like stockings. I caressed the underside of her legs as she wiggled her toes around my cock. She lay on her back, topless and looking like a pretty little Christmas elf. She wore panties decorated with candy canes on a green field, with a chain of gold encircling her waist above them, and bright red bracelets on her wrists that matched her red hoop earrings. On her head she wore a bright red Santa cap, from which her dark waves flowed.
"Do you like my feet better than my hands, Daddy?" She had been asking a series of such questions lately, wanting me to rate in order of preference her various skills, her different body parts. My answer was always the same.
"I need all of you, baby." I lifted a foot to my lips and kissed the arch. "I need everything you do, and everything you have. Everything you are." Her pleased smile told me it was an acceptable answer.
The candles around us cast dancing shadow and light, though the late afternoon sun, dimmed by the gray December clouds, seeped into the room from behind the closed d****s. We were having a little getaway, to celebrate our first Christmas, not far from home, in room 116 of The Seasons Inn.
It was just off the highway, and offered access to the rooms directly from the parking lot, which was hidden from the view of passing cars. During the week of Christmas I reserved that room for the day, Christmas Eve Eve, paid with cash, and told Lizvette and my family that I would be taking her guitar shopping, though I had already bought the slightly too expensive model she had had her eye on, a handsome spruce-top classical, custom finished in a rich red, very untraditional for a classical guitar ("It would be scandalous in a concert hall," I had told her) but she loved it on sight and it played beautifully. I had prepared the room for her prior to bringing her to it, with a string of lights, potted poinsettias, candles ready to be lit, Christmas music playing, a small gift wrapped and ready on the bed and, in the closet, her special surprise gift waiting to be opened. Lizvette's sense of style was well-developed, even at 15, and catering to it was a pleasure for me, and was always rewarded.
I had not told Lizvette of my plan. She thought I was really taking her to the guitar shop. "But Daddy," she said on the way, "I can't spend money on a new guitar. I have to buy baby things." When I turned off the highway and into the motel parking lot, she understood. "Oh," she said with disappointment. "You're not even taking me to the guitar shop. You're going to fuck me in a motel. By the highway."
She thought I was just going to screw her then take her back home. I was proud of her for expecting more for herself and being disappointed in me for having been so cheap and thoughtless. I played it like that. "Just a quick one, honey. Then I will take you home if you don't feel like the guitar store." It was cruel, but I would let her off the hook soon.
"No," she said firmly, "We will go to the guitar store and you can put my guitar in layaway." Oh! She was planning on making me pay for this! I was so proud I could barely hold back a smile, but instead I looked at her as if I were stunned and said, "Well, we'll see, baby. It may have been sold by now, you know. The holiday sale."
I led her to the motel door. Inside I could hear "Baby It's Cold Outside" playing on the radio. I unlocked and opened the door. The scent of cinnamon and spice from the potpourri I had prepared suddenly came over us. The string of tiny lights across the headboard of the bed blinked in welcome.
"Oh! Daddy!" She was again my happy little girl. On the bed, spread on top of the motel's blanket, was a fleece coverlet decorated with Christmas angels, and on that was a small gift wrapped box. Her eyes went right to it. "But your present is at home, Daddy! You should have told me." I lit the candles as her eyes surveyed the room, cozy and warm and brightly colored. "No. I'm glad you didn't. Oh Daddy it's beautiful!"
"You. Are my present." I held her close and lifted her face to mine for a kiss. Her lips were warm and soft and tasted of the peppermint candy she had been sucking. "Merry Christmas, Lizvette Conlin."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer to me. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Conlin." She sucked my lower lip between hers, and bit gently. "Now," she let go of my neck and stood with her back to the bed. "Unwrap me."
I removed her white wool jacket and found she wore beneath it a delicate blouse of silk, colored eggshell white with a collar decorated with tiny sparkly stones. I unbuttoned it slowly and carefully, to reveal a flesh colored bra. Her eyes watched me as I took her beauty in. Her breasts almost overflowed the tiny cups that held them. "So pretty, baby," I whispered as her hand went to my cock. I unhooked the bra and slid the straps from her shoulders. It fell. Her nipples, like dark chocolate, were still swelling when I first saw them, growing fuller and stiffening before my eyes. Around them, the caramel skin of her supple breasts glowed.
I stooped and kissed each nipple, almost expecting the sweet taste chocolate, as Lizvette rubbed and pat my hardening cock through my jeans.
I lowered myself to my knees and removed her red sneakers, then unbuttoned her jeans, so tight on her skin, I had to peel them down. Doing so I saw before my eyes the plump lips of her little pussy beneath the green and candy cane printed panties. I stared at the beautiful little bulge it made as my baby stepped out of her pants.
"My beautiful gift from heaven," I said to her pussy. Then I kissed it through her panties, and inhaled it's freshly bathed and perfurmed fragrance, with just a hint of her own natural scent, that of young, wet Lizvette pussy, which would soon fill the room with it's sweetness.
I rose and watched her take her turn next, unbuckling my belt and letting my jeans fall to my ankles. She pulled my shorts down to my thighs to expose me. She took my cock in her little hand. "Daddy," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm hungry." She squeezed and stroked my dick while gulping my balls into her mouth. I pulled and stroked her hair, telling her how much I needed her body again, how much I'd missed her touch, her taste.
Her mouth was hot and wet, eager to take in her favorite toy. Watching Lizvette suck me, so hungrily and with such relish, made me wonder what she loved so much about it. I understood then why she always asked me what I loved so much about her body, her ass, her tits, her silken vice of a pussy, impossible to describe and incomparable. I made a mental note to ask her later but for now enjoyed the sight of my baby devouring the cock that wanted nothing more than her.
I held her face and caressed her cheeks. I felt myself let out a little shot of semen, but I didn't want to cum so soon. There was too much to do. I had to make this a memorable Christmas for my Lizvette. "I love you, darling. So much. Let me watch you open your present now." She pulled her mouth slowly and reluctantly off my fat pink dick with loud smack, but kept her hand on my nut sack, massaging and squeezing it. "Behind you, baby."
She turned her attention to the small gift box behind her, after giving my cock one last kiss, with a good shake. She read the card that I had slipped beneath the ribbon. " 'For my precious Lizvette, on our first Christmas. You are my comfort and my joy. I love you - Daddy.' Aww Daddy I love youuuuuu." Another kiss on the top of my dick.
"Let's see what surprise my clever Daddy has for me this time!" She pulled the wrapping away and found a white cardboard box beneath. Inside the cardboard she found a small velvet covered case that could only mean one thing. "Jewelry!" She opened the case and found a long, gold chain, decorated with tiny pendants spaced an inch or so apart. "Ohhhh... It's a necklace? No!" She held it at full length in front of her. "It's a belly chain!"
An adjustable belly chain, considering that her belly was expanding. "I've wanted to see you in one since the day we met," I told her. "And with the baby coming, I thought it would be a nice symbol for the three of us."
She stood and wrapped it around her tummy and clasped it. "Oh Daddy, it's perfect! I love it!" She kissed me and squeezed my neck, hanging from me and saying, "Daddy Daddy Daddy." She sat again on the bed then laid back and stretched across it. "Does it look as sexy as it feels?"
She looked like something from an underground fine art erotica catalog, if such things exist, in her Christmas cap and panties, her long red stockings and her young bare breasts sitting up high and so beautiful, and so very forbidden. Or maybe a Christmas card, one we might send to our intimate friends, if we ever have any, that might read, "Merry Christmas, from Daddy and Vettie."
"You take my breath, baby. Yes it looks so very sexy." She raised a knee and crossed one leg over it, posing. I took her foot in my hand and kissed it.
She placed her other foot between my thighs and teased my nuts with it. The sensation was electric. "Do my socks feel as good as my panties?" She was referring to my habit of jacking off with her panties when we were apart, something she found "so sweet" and slightly amusing.
"Only when your feet are in them, baby." In truth, her sock-covered feet felt very exciting and new. I loved it.
Now, as I held her little feet in my hands, feeling her rub my happy hard dick between them, she could see I was very close. "Cum on them, Daddy. It's ok." She wanted me to. She was so anxious to please me. I loved the feeling and the sight of her working her thighs, as if she were exercising, keeping her feet tightly around my dick while rubbing it. I held them in my hands to ease the strain on her, and to tickle them. I loved hearing her little giggles, and as much as I loved to see her watch me cum for her, I wanted her to cum first. Always.
I remembered the beauty of her pussy bulging in her panties and wanted to treat myself again to that vision. I opened her legs and lifted them onto my shoulders to get a view down the back of her legs, down to where her panties disappeared between the cheeks of her full, round ass, and her pussy lips covered in cotton cloth, filling the gap between them. I pulled her closer to me to rub my cock between her thighs, and felt her baby soft skin and the warm damp cotton of her panties. I inhaled the sweet sexual scent of her pussy as it found it's way to my nose.
I pulled her panties to the side to expose her lips. They glistened, with a stream of clear, thick pussy liquor flowing from them and vanishing beneath her panties, flowing down into her ass. I would taste it soon. I wet my dick in her pussy for a few minutes, teasing her clit, saying, "My baby, my baby," losing myself again in her.
"Oh Daddy. Yes. My ass, Daddy. Please. Yesss."
I grasped her panties by the sides and lifted them up the length of her legs, and off. I held her by the ankles now in front of my face, careful not to strain her too much. With my cock now slick with both my own precum and her juice, I pried apart her tender cheeks and plunged in.
"Oh God! Ahh! Daddy!" I fucked her little round bottom slowly, keeping my shaft somewhat shallow at first, letting her get used to it, checking for blood while I thumbed her clit. I saw her hands reaching to open her cheeks wider to ease the pain, her red bracelets stark beside her brown skin and the green coverlet. She was in distress, but she did not pull away, did not flinch. My brave girl!
I had not been up her ass since our wedding weekend, and she was almost as narrow as a virgin. Her breath became hurried and I watched her tits heave and jiggle as she panted for air, her eyes shut tight, so helpless. The sight forced me to hold back yet another orgasm. When I finally uncork on her, I thought, she will look like a frosted Christmas cookie.
I stopped with half my shaft up her butt, and closed my eyes to keep from cumming at the mere sight of her. I felt my own orgasm subside before it began, though I knew some spunk had rolled out. I could feel it lubing my way deeper into her. Then I felt Lizvette's orgasm begin, and heard her little sobs of pain and pleasure as her muscles jerked involuntarily around my cock.
I thrust my hips forward fast and hard, almost hoping to hear her scream. "Unnngggh! Ohhh!" Her mouth fell open and her eyes blinked repeatedly, as if cold water had been thrown at her, or she had been slapped. My cock was now buried in her ass, and there was no more room to push. I put my thumb hard on her clit and with a vibrato motion, just as I had taught her to do with the string of a guitar, brought her orgasm. "Ah! Ahh! Ahhhhh!" she sang, like the song of the sirens, so beautiful. My heart ached at her beauty, her innocence, which, despite the experiences we had shared, my precious Lizvette possessed still, and would for as long as she belonged to me. My love for her made it so.
I held my cock still in her ass, holding back my cum as best I could, while she imploded beneath me. I removed the pressure from her clit and held her foot in my hand, kissing it. Slowly her breath returned. She took off her cap and rubbed her head with her hands, her dark hair now a tussled pile. Something about it, her movement, her expression, the moment, I don't know, but something made my cock, though now only semi-soft and retreating from her ass, begin to erupt. I opened her thighs quickly, taking us both by surprise. I wanted to cum on her pussy and belly. "Cum Daddy," she understood. "I'm watching."
I shot 14 pulses of cum onto her tummy, her new waist chain, her swollen pussy. She was streaked with my jizz, and in the blinking lights above her head, and in the flickering candle flame, she sparkled with my cum. "Oh Daddy it's thick." She scooped a dollop off of her tummy onto her fingertip and ate it. "Creamy."
I watched her dip her finger in my sperm streaks and puddles and eat it off her finger tips. My baby. She wasted none of it. "It's good!" Gradually she cleansed herself and swallowed all my sperm while I kissed her hands, her feet, her nipples, and before rising from the bed, her nose. "I love you so much, baby."
I went to the dresser where I had placed a jug of cider and poured two glasses. "Do you like your present, darling?" She held her tummy chain between her thumb and forefinger and moved them along the length. "I do. It's so elegant, Daddy. You have such good taste!" I looked at her, naked except for her long red socks and jewelery, so pretty, and I thought, yes. I do have very good taste.
"Well, angel," I said standing by the closet. "You were such a good girl this year-"
"-You were a good boy, too, Daddy!"
"I think you deserve two presents." I opened the closet door and removed what to Lizvette's eyes was a large object covered in red plastic."
"Daddy! What is it?"
I put it on the bed beside her and untied the ribbon at the open end. "Look inside, baby."
She pulled the guitar case out of the red plastic bag. She saw the Paco Ramirez logo. "Oh my God Daddy!" She sat up, eager and excited. "Is it?"
"The cedar top student model?" I teased, with a goofy smile on my face. That confused her, and she tried unsuccessfully to hide disappointment.
She unlatched the lid and opened it. The beautiful red stain reflected the lights surrounding us. It's sudden beauty was striking even to me. "Ah! Oh. Daddy. I love it! I love you!"
I turned down the radio and listened to her pluck the open strings, then a major 7th chord, then, to my surprise, "Listen to this, Daddy. Tell me if you recognize it," she began playing a personal favorite, the theme to the film "Merry Christmas, Mister Lawrence," a richly romantic Japanese love theme not written for guitar that Lizvette had obviously created her own arrangement of.
"Darling," I said, as much as a proud teacher as a lover of the music. "Very good." As she finished, I was overcome with pride and the emotion the music awakened in me. I laid her back, with her feet still on the floor. She continued holding her prized guitar. I opened her legs and treated myself to the taste I had been craving. I pressed my face into her pussy, wet my nose and cheeks and chin in it, then kissed it.
Lizvette stopped playing, and clutched her guitar close to her body. I licked and savored her flavors, the mixture of her juices both stale from her first orgasm and fresh from her approaching one. I coaxed her pussy to let more flow from her petals down into the crevice of her ass, licking any that might drop from her skin into the fleece coverlet that was now damp from our cum. "Mmm Daddy," she whispered, as I felt her hands grip my head, caressing me. "You are so good to me."
I sucked at her silky lips, tasting her fresh pussy juice, like nectar. I pressed my tongue between her ass cheeks to scoop up the last, salty-sweet drops that had been waiting for me to taste, to consume. "My Lizvette. You are my joy, baby." I opened her cheeks to get a close look at her other tiny hole, the little brown one I loved making bigger, a little at a time. As if on cue, I heard my baby play the opening two bars of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
"Oh. That's not a Christmas song, is it Daddy?"
I put my tongue into her twinkling little star, like brown sugar mingling with the tart apple of my own breath. "Oh baby," I licked at it with a loving, lingering wet slurp. "It is now."
. . . . .
(A Loving Lizvette story)
This is an installment in a series of stories about William Conlin, a married man of middle years, and his young love, Lizvette, who is a friend of William's daughter and who likes to call him Daddy. It takes place not long after their illicit Las Vegas marriage (which is described at length in the story "Polly Gamey") and tells of their first Christmas together. It is told in a single chapter.
This is a work of fiction. All rights are reserved. No copying to any other site including sex stories dot com is permitted.
. . . . .
"Heehee! You like it, don't you Daddy?"
Lizvette's pretty little feet, covered in her bright red Christmas socks, were wrapped around my cock, rubbing it and teasing it back to a full erection. The soft, thick cotton frabric was smooth and warm against my skin.
"Yes, baby. You know so many ways to make me feel good," I said, wanting to encourage her developing erotic imagination. It was true. This wasn't her first time with my dick between her feet, but it was, so far, the best. Her socks ran the full length of her calves, like stockings. I caressed the underside of her legs as she wiggled her toes around my cock. She lay on her back, topless and looking like a pretty little Christmas elf. She wore panties decorated with candy canes on a green field, with a chain of gold encircling her waist above them, and bright red bracelets on her wrists that matched her red hoop earrings. On her head she wore a bright red Santa cap, from which her dark waves flowed.
"Do you like my feet better than my hands, Daddy?" She had been asking a series of such questions lately, wanting me to rate in order of preference her various skills, her different body parts. My answer was always the same.
"I need all of you, baby." I lifted a foot to my lips and kissed the arch. "I need everything you do, and everything you have. Everything you are." Her pleased smile told me it was an acceptable answer.
The candles around us cast dancing shadow and light, though the late afternoon sun, dimmed by the gray December clouds, seeped into the room from behind the closed d****s. We were having a little getaway, to celebrate our first Christmas, not far from home, in room 116 of The Seasons Inn.
It was just off the highway, and offered access to the rooms directly from the parking lot, which was hidden from the view of passing cars. During the week of Christmas I reserved that room for the day, Christmas Eve Eve, paid with cash, and told Lizvette and my family that I would be taking her guitar shopping, though I had already bought the slightly too expensive model she had had her eye on, a handsome spruce-top classical, custom finished in a rich red, very untraditional for a classical guitar ("It would be scandalous in a concert hall," I had told her) but she loved it on sight and it played beautifully. I had prepared the room for her prior to bringing her to it, with a string of lights, potted poinsettias, candles ready to be lit, Christmas music playing, a small gift wrapped and ready on the bed and, in the closet, her special surprise gift waiting to be opened. Lizvette's sense of style was well-developed, even at 15, and catering to it was a pleasure for me, and was always rewarded.
I had not told Lizvette of my plan. She thought I was really taking her to the guitar shop. "But Daddy," she said on the way, "I can't spend money on a new guitar. I have to buy baby things." When I turned off the highway and into the motel parking lot, she understood. "Oh," she said with disappointment. "You're not even taking me to the guitar shop. You're going to fuck me in a motel. By the highway."
She thought I was just going to screw her then take her back home. I was proud of her for expecting more for herself and being disappointed in me for having been so cheap and thoughtless. I played it like that. "Just a quick one, honey. Then I will take you home if you don't feel like the guitar store." It was cruel, but I would let her off the hook soon.
"No," she said firmly, "We will go to the guitar store and you can put my guitar in layaway." Oh! She was planning on making me pay for this! I was so proud I could barely hold back a smile, but instead I looked at her as if I were stunned and said, "Well, we'll see, baby. It may have been sold by now, you know. The holiday sale."
I led her to the motel door. Inside I could hear "Baby It's Cold Outside" playing on the radio. I unlocked and opened the door. The scent of cinnamon and spice from the potpourri I had prepared suddenly came over us. The string of tiny lights across the headboard of the bed blinked in welcome.
"Oh! Daddy!" She was again my happy little girl. On the bed, spread on top of the motel's blanket, was a fleece coverlet decorated with Christmas angels, and on that was a small gift wrapped box. Her eyes went right to it. "But your present is at home, Daddy! You should have told me." I lit the candles as her eyes surveyed the room, cozy and warm and brightly colored. "No. I'm glad you didn't. Oh Daddy it's beautiful!"
"You. Are my present." I held her close and lifted her face to mine for a kiss. Her lips were warm and soft and tasted of the peppermint candy she had been sucking. "Merry Christmas, Lizvette Conlin."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer to me. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Conlin." She sucked my lower lip between hers, and bit gently. "Now," she let go of my neck and stood with her back to the bed. "Unwrap me."
I removed her white wool jacket and found she wore beneath it a delicate blouse of silk, colored eggshell white with a collar decorated with tiny sparkly stones. I unbuttoned it slowly and carefully, to reveal a flesh colored bra. Her eyes watched me as I took her beauty in. Her breasts almost overflowed the tiny cups that held them. "So pretty, baby," I whispered as her hand went to my cock. I unhooked the bra and slid the straps from her shoulders. It fell. Her nipples, like dark chocolate, were still swelling when I first saw them, growing fuller and stiffening before my eyes. Around them, the caramel skin of her supple breasts glowed.
I stooped and kissed each nipple, almost expecting the sweet taste chocolate, as Lizvette rubbed and pat my hardening cock through my jeans.
I lowered myself to my knees and removed her red sneakers, then unbuttoned her jeans, so tight on her skin, I had to peel them down. Doing so I saw before my eyes the plump lips of her little pussy beneath the green and candy cane printed panties. I stared at the beautiful little bulge it made as my baby stepped out of her pants.
"My beautiful gift from heaven," I said to her pussy. Then I kissed it through her panties, and inhaled it's freshly bathed and perfurmed fragrance, with just a hint of her own natural scent, that of young, wet Lizvette pussy, which would soon fill the room with it's sweetness.
I rose and watched her take her turn next, unbuckling my belt and letting my jeans fall to my ankles. She pulled my shorts down to my thighs to expose me. She took my cock in her little hand. "Daddy," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm hungry." She squeezed and stroked my dick while gulping my balls into her mouth. I pulled and stroked her hair, telling her how much I needed her body again, how much I'd missed her touch, her taste.
Her mouth was hot and wet, eager to take in her favorite toy. Watching Lizvette suck me, so hungrily and with such relish, made me wonder what she loved so much about it. I understood then why she always asked me what I loved so much about her body, her ass, her tits, her silken vice of a pussy, impossible to describe and incomparable. I made a mental note to ask her later but for now enjoyed the sight of my baby devouring the cock that wanted nothing more than her.
I held her face and caressed her cheeks. I felt myself let out a little shot of semen, but I didn't want to cum so soon. There was too much to do. I had to make this a memorable Christmas for my Lizvette. "I love you, darling. So much. Let me watch you open your present now." She pulled her mouth slowly and reluctantly off my fat pink dick with loud smack, but kept her hand on my nut sack, massaging and squeezing it. "Behind you, baby."
She turned her attention to the small gift box behind her, after giving my cock one last kiss, with a good shake. She read the card that I had slipped beneath the ribbon. " 'For my precious Lizvette, on our first Christmas. You are my comfort and my joy. I love you - Daddy.' Aww Daddy I love youuuuuu." Another kiss on the top of my dick.
"Let's see what surprise my clever Daddy has for me this time!" She pulled the wrapping away and found a white cardboard box beneath. Inside the cardboard she found a small velvet covered case that could only mean one thing. "Jewelry!" She opened the case and found a long, gold chain, decorated with tiny pendants spaced an inch or so apart. "Ohhhh... It's a necklace? No!" She held it at full length in front of her. "It's a belly chain!"
An adjustable belly chain, considering that her belly was expanding. "I've wanted to see you in one since the day we met," I told her. "And with the baby coming, I thought it would be a nice symbol for the three of us."
She stood and wrapped it around her tummy and clasped it. "Oh Daddy, it's perfect! I love it!" She kissed me and squeezed my neck, hanging from me and saying, "Daddy Daddy Daddy." She sat again on the bed then laid back and stretched across it. "Does it look as sexy as it feels?"
She looked like something from an underground fine art erotica catalog, if such things exist, in her Christmas cap and panties, her long red stockings and her young bare breasts sitting up high and so beautiful, and so very forbidden. Or maybe a Christmas card, one we might send to our intimate friends, if we ever have any, that might read, "Merry Christmas, from Daddy and Vettie."
"You take my breath, baby. Yes it looks so very sexy." She raised a knee and crossed one leg over it, posing. I took her foot in my hand and kissed it.
She placed her other foot between my thighs and teased my nuts with it. The sensation was electric. "Do my socks feel as good as my panties?" She was referring to my habit of jacking off with her panties when we were apart, something she found "so sweet" and slightly amusing.
"Only when your feet are in them, baby." In truth, her sock-covered feet felt very exciting and new. I loved it.
Now, as I held her little feet in my hands, feeling her rub my happy hard dick between them, she could see I was very close. "Cum on them, Daddy. It's ok." She wanted me to. She was so anxious to please me. I loved the feeling and the sight of her working her thighs, as if she were exercising, keeping her feet tightly around my dick while rubbing it. I held them in my hands to ease the strain on her, and to tickle them. I loved hearing her little giggles, and as much as I loved to see her watch me cum for her, I wanted her to cum first. Always.
I remembered the beauty of her pussy bulging in her panties and wanted to treat myself again to that vision. I opened her legs and lifted them onto my shoulders to get a view down the back of her legs, down to where her panties disappeared between the cheeks of her full, round ass, and her pussy lips covered in cotton cloth, filling the gap between them. I pulled her closer to me to rub my cock between her thighs, and felt her baby soft skin and the warm damp cotton of her panties. I inhaled the sweet sexual scent of her pussy as it found it's way to my nose.
I pulled her panties to the side to expose her lips. They glistened, with a stream of clear, thick pussy liquor flowing from them and vanishing beneath her panties, flowing down into her ass. I would taste it soon. I wet my dick in her pussy for a few minutes, teasing her clit, saying, "My baby, my baby," losing myself again in her.
"Oh Daddy. Yes. My ass, Daddy. Please. Yesss."
I grasped her panties by the sides and lifted them up the length of her legs, and off. I held her by the ankles now in front of my face, careful not to strain her too much. With my cock now slick with both my own precum and her juice, I pried apart her tender cheeks and plunged in.
"Oh God! Ahh! Daddy!" I fucked her little round bottom slowly, keeping my shaft somewhat shallow at first, letting her get used to it, checking for blood while I thumbed her clit. I saw her hands reaching to open her cheeks wider to ease the pain, her red bracelets stark beside her brown skin and the green coverlet. She was in distress, but she did not pull away, did not flinch. My brave girl!
I had not been up her ass since our wedding weekend, and she was almost as narrow as a virgin. Her breath became hurried and I watched her tits heave and jiggle as she panted for air, her eyes shut tight, so helpless. The sight forced me to hold back yet another orgasm. When I finally uncork on her, I thought, she will look like a frosted Christmas cookie.
I stopped with half my shaft up her butt, and closed my eyes to keep from cumming at the mere sight of her. I felt my own orgasm subside before it began, though I knew some spunk had rolled out. I could feel it lubing my way deeper into her. Then I felt Lizvette's orgasm begin, and heard her little sobs of pain and pleasure as her muscles jerked involuntarily around my cock.
I thrust my hips forward fast and hard, almost hoping to hear her scream. "Unnngggh! Ohhh!" Her mouth fell open and her eyes blinked repeatedly, as if cold water had been thrown at her, or she had been slapped. My cock was now buried in her ass, and there was no more room to push. I put my thumb hard on her clit and with a vibrato motion, just as I had taught her to do with the string of a guitar, brought her orgasm. "Ah! Ahh! Ahhhhh!" she sang, like the song of the sirens, so beautiful. My heart ached at her beauty, her innocence, which, despite the experiences we had shared, my precious Lizvette possessed still, and would for as long as she belonged to me. My love for her made it so.
I held my cock still in her ass, holding back my cum as best I could, while she imploded beneath me. I removed the pressure from her clit and held her foot in my hand, kissing it. Slowly her breath returned. She took off her cap and rubbed her head with her hands, her dark hair now a tussled pile. Something about it, her movement, her expression, the moment, I don't know, but something made my cock, though now only semi-soft and retreating from her ass, begin to erupt. I opened her thighs quickly, taking us both by surprise. I wanted to cum on her pussy and belly. "Cum Daddy," she understood. "I'm watching."
I shot 14 pulses of cum onto her tummy, her new waist chain, her swollen pussy. She was streaked with my jizz, and in the blinking lights above her head, and in the flickering candle flame, she sparkled with my cum. "Oh Daddy it's thick." She scooped a dollop off of her tummy onto her fingertip and ate it. "Creamy."
I watched her dip her finger in my sperm streaks and puddles and eat it off her finger tips. My baby. She wasted none of it. "It's good!" Gradually she cleansed herself and swallowed all my sperm while I kissed her hands, her feet, her nipples, and before rising from the bed, her nose. "I love you so much, baby."
I went to the dresser where I had placed a jug of cider and poured two glasses. "Do you like your present, darling?" She held her tummy chain between her thumb and forefinger and moved them along the length. "I do. It's so elegant, Daddy. You have such good taste!" I looked at her, naked except for her long red socks and jewelery, so pretty, and I thought, yes. I do have very good taste.
"Well, angel," I said standing by the closet. "You were such a good girl this year-"
"-You were a good boy, too, Daddy!"
"I think you deserve two presents." I opened the closet door and removed what to Lizvette's eyes was a large object covered in red plastic."
"Daddy! What is it?"
I put it on the bed beside her and untied the ribbon at the open end. "Look inside, baby."
She pulled the guitar case out of the red plastic bag. She saw the Paco Ramirez logo. "Oh my God Daddy!" She sat up, eager and excited. "Is it?"
"The cedar top student model?" I teased, with a goofy smile on my face. That confused her, and she tried unsuccessfully to hide disappointment.
She unlatched the lid and opened it. The beautiful red stain reflected the lights surrounding us. It's sudden beauty was striking even to me. "Ah! Oh. Daddy. I love it! I love you!"
I turned down the radio and listened to her pluck the open strings, then a major 7th chord, then, to my surprise, "Listen to this, Daddy. Tell me if you recognize it," she began playing a personal favorite, the theme to the film "Merry Christmas, Mister Lawrence," a richly romantic Japanese love theme not written for guitar that Lizvette had obviously created her own arrangement of.
"Darling," I said, as much as a proud teacher as a lover of the music. "Very good." As she finished, I was overcome with pride and the emotion the music awakened in me. I laid her back, with her feet still on the floor. She continued holding her prized guitar. I opened her legs and treated myself to the taste I had been craving. I pressed my face into her pussy, wet my nose and cheeks and chin in it, then kissed it.
Lizvette stopped playing, and clutched her guitar close to her body. I licked and savored her flavors, the mixture of her juices both stale from her first orgasm and fresh from her approaching one. I coaxed her pussy to let more flow from her petals down into the crevice of her ass, licking any that might drop from her skin into the fleece coverlet that was now damp from our cum. "Mmm Daddy," she whispered, as I felt her hands grip my head, caressing me. "You are so good to me."
I sucked at her silky lips, tasting her fresh pussy juice, like nectar. I pressed my tongue between her ass cheeks to scoop up the last, salty-sweet drops that had been waiting for me to taste, to consume. "My Lizvette. You are my joy, baby." I opened her cheeks to get a close look at her other tiny hole, the little brown one I loved making bigger, a little at a time. As if on cue, I heard my baby play the opening two bars of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
"Oh. That's not a Christmas song, is it Daddy?"
I put my tongue into her twinkling little star, like brown sugar mingling with the tart apple of my own breath. "Oh baby," I licked at it with a loving, lingering wet slurp. "It is now."
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Elouise
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