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When my wife committed suicide, I was left in the lurch: Hey, I had never been an "operator." I couldn't just randomly walk into a bar, then walk out with a Testicular Drainage System (otherwise known as a woman) for the night.
As the days turned into weeks, my frustration grew. I was having difficulty getting to sleep at night. It was only when my insomnia started causing me to miss work that my 13-year-old daughter Ashley, God Bless Her, intervened.
It was a Sunday night (or Monday morning, if you want to look at it that way), shortly after midnight. I was tossing and turning, my cock like a rock, when my young Goddess stepped into my bedroom. Fuck, she was gorgeous! She had obviously gotten her looks from her mother: Wavy, shoulder-length black hair contrasted with soft, alabaster skin and big blue eyes. 36C breasts were unusually large and firm for her age, while her legs were long, silky-smooth perfection.
She stood just inside the doorway, silhouetted by the faint light coming from the hallway. She wore a long t-shirt; I couldn't see if she was wearing panties. I could, however see how her beautiful young tits were straining against the soft cotten fabric, nipples totally erect.
"Can I help you get to sleep, Daddy?" she asked demurely. She bent her left leg and arched her left foot, toes pointing as they touched the floor, posing for me. Where do females learn to do that? It it innate, instinctive, or something their mothers teach them to drive men insane?
"Uh, it's, ah, all right, hon," I stammered, my dick now feeling like a cruise missile ready for launch.
"No, Daddy, it isn't," she said, walking toward the bed, placing one foot directly in front of the other as she did so, causing her hips to swivel hypnotically. "Mommy told me that men have certain...needs. Needs that my body is contructed to meet."
Without another word, she grabbed and lifted the shirt over her head and disgarded it onto the floor. She wasn't wearing panties: My gorgeous little girl was now completely nude as she climbed up on my bed. I tried to speak, but was unable.
She wasted no time in removing my boxers. We were both nude now. Her magnificent thighs straddled me. Taking my cock in her right hand, she positioned it at the soaking-wet, steaming-hot entrance to her cunt.
Then, she sat down, impaling herself, taking my dong to the hilt inside her. Swett Lordy Jesus! It had been so long since I'd been inside a slit, it only took four up-and-down motions from Ashley to make my cock explode. She threw her head back and gasped as I pumped one, two, three jets of cum up into her. I loudly cried out in pleasure as I released myself into my 13-year-old daughter.
My rod still inside her, she collapsed onto be, sobbing, an insecure little girl seeking reassurance from her father.
I stroked her lovely hair as she asked, "D-Did I satisfy you, Daddy? Am I a good little whore?"
"Oh, baby, you certainly are," I heavily breathed.
"Your cock is very powerful, Daddy. May I suck it next time?"
"You may," I allowed, kissing her tears away.
As the days turned into weeks, my frustration grew. I was having difficulty getting to sleep at night. It was only when my insomnia started causing me to miss work that my 13-year-old daughter Ashley, God Bless Her, intervened.
It was a Sunday night (or Monday morning, if you want to look at it that way), shortly after midnight. I was tossing and turning, my cock like a rock, when my young Goddess stepped into my bedroom. Fuck, she was gorgeous! She had obviously gotten her looks from her mother: Wavy, shoulder-length black hair contrasted with soft, alabaster skin and big blue eyes. 36C breasts were unusually large and firm for her age, while her legs were long, silky-smooth perfection.
She stood just inside the doorway, silhouetted by the faint light coming from the hallway. She wore a long t-shirt; I couldn't see if she was wearing panties. I could, however see how her beautiful young tits were straining against the soft cotten fabric, nipples totally erect.
"Can I help you get to sleep, Daddy?" she asked demurely. She bent her left leg and arched her left foot, toes pointing as they touched the floor, posing for me. Where do females learn to do that? It it innate, instinctive, or something their mothers teach them to drive men insane?
"Uh, it's, ah, all right, hon," I stammered, my dick now feeling like a cruise missile ready for launch.
"No, Daddy, it isn't," she said, walking toward the bed, placing one foot directly in front of the other as she did so, causing her hips to swivel hypnotically. "Mommy told me that men have certain...needs. Needs that my body is contructed to meet."
Without another word, she grabbed and lifted the shirt over her head and disgarded it onto the floor. She wasn't wearing panties: My gorgeous little girl was now completely nude as she climbed up on my bed. I tried to speak, but was unable.
She wasted no time in removing my boxers. We were both nude now. Her magnificent thighs straddled me. Taking my cock in her right hand, she positioned it at the soaking-wet, steaming-hot entrance to her cunt.
Then, she sat down, impaling herself, taking my dong to the hilt inside her. Swett Lordy Jesus! It had been so long since I'd been inside a slit, it only took four up-and-down motions from Ashley to make my cock explode. She threw her head back and gasped as I pumped one, two, three jets of cum up into her. I loudly cried out in pleasure as I released myself into my 13-year-old daughter.
My rod still inside her, she collapsed onto be, sobbing, an insecure little girl seeking reassurance from her father.
I stroked her lovely hair as she asked, "D-Did I satisfy you, Daddy? Am I a good little whore?"
"Oh, baby, you certainly are," I heavily breathed.
"Your cock is very powerful, Daddy. May I suck it next time?"
"You may," I allowed, kissing her tears away.
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