The party was fun
with presents,
favors, ice cream
and all, but when it
came time to blow
out the candles on
her cake, a sudden
wave of sadness
washed over her as
she realized how
much she missed her
daddy and wished
that he could have
been there for her.
Her father had left
their abode several
years prior after a
heated dispute with
her mother. Tina
remembered them
arguing frequently,
but never learned
why and since her
efforts to elicit
information from her
mother always
resulted in tightly
compressed lips and
a stony silence,
Tina finally ceased
trying, reckoning
that it would all
come out someday
when time had healed
the deep emotional
wound which she
supposed her mother
had sustained.
But meanwhile, at a
deep level, she
still loved her dear
daddy and missed him
greatly. Much of the
time it had been her
father who cared for
her as a young
child, changing her
soiled baby clothes,
overseeing her potty
training and bathing
her before tucking
her in at night.
Sometimes, she
remembered he had
sung little tunes to
her and lay next to
her, stroking her
body gently until
she dropped off to
sleep.
Tina was now a
pretty, young school
girl -- a
day-student
attending St.
Trinian's Academy
for Young Women.
Just on the verge of
that growth spurt
which would bring
her into puberty,
she stood just an
inch or so taller
than most of her
friends making her
look slightly thin
with a high waist
and long, soon-to-be
shapely legs. The
school uniform they
all had to wear
consisted of a white
jumper, blue and
white check skirt
with straps over the
shoulders, white
ribbed knee-length
stockings and black
patent leather shoes
and sometimes a
straw sailor hat,
all of which Tina
thought horrid.
During the afternoon
break, on Wednesday
following her
birthday, as Tina
sat with her friends
Janet and Trudy,
their friend,
Constance, joined
them at table.
"Guess what! Bleu
Oysters is having a
rave this Saturday,"
she said excitedly.
They all chatted at
once. Bleu Oysters,
their favorite rock
group in all the
world, would be
performing! Tina
knew her mother
would never
knowingly let her
out for that kind of
thing Saturday
night--especially
since it was near
Picadilly Circus,
but she just had to
go with her
friends..
After class they
made a plan whereby
Tina would arrange
to stay over with
Constance for the
evening and they
could both sneak out
since Constance's
family were not ones
to monitor their
oldest daughter
closely. Constance
knew her younger
sister could be
persuaded to answer
the phone to make
excuses should
Tina's mother call.
Tina's mother agreed
with the stay-over
provided Tina was
home Sunday morning
in time for church
and gave her a key
in case she decided
to return that
night. Tina packed a
bag with her outfit
and gave it to
Constance that
Friday.
Saturday evening
Tina excitedly
dressed for the
occasion in clothes
she had quietly
purchased with her
allowance money over
the previous months.
She donned a black,
ostrich-feathery
blouse pulled on
over a black jersey
undershirt and a
very short black
leather skirt over
black nylon panties
and thigh-length
black lace nylon
stockings. Her shoes
were black platforms
with high thick
heels which were all
the rage. Constance
loaned her a
fine-linked silver
cocktail necklace.
Looking at herself
in the mirror, Tina
thought that she
looked a lot older
than fifteen.
Constance in her own
red outfit, agreed.
They left to meet
Janet and Trudy at
the tube station.
*************
Ivan came from lower
working class stock
colloquially known
as "east-enders".
His family had been
"on the dole" for as
long as he could
remember and his
father kept them
eternally broke with
his alcohol, tobacco
and gambling. His
poor gray-haired
mother had long
since given up on
life and seemed to
be going through the
motions until death
would mercifully
take her from this
miserable world. He
grew up in their
cheap council-house
flat listening to
his father snoring
and his mother's
incessant dry
smoker's cough
throughout the
nights. He wondered
if she ever slept.
Ivan was tall and
lanky, about twenty
with cigarette
stained fingers, a
clean shaved head
and not so clean
habits. He wore
baggy thread-bare
corduroy trousers,
flannel shirts and
an ankle-length
leather coat with
big pockets that
could conceal many
things which he
acquired in one way
or another.
Early on Ivan
realized that if he
were to survive, he
must do it on his
own.. Consequently
he had become quite
street-wise by his
early twenties and
made a living any
way he
could--usually by
making himself very
handy for a local
gangster loan shark,
running errands,
"acquiring" various
items and keeping an
ear tuned to the
news of the street.
Some said he may
have even been a
"snitch" for the
coppers from time to
time, but it was
never proven. Thus
he was able to eat
meagerly, obtain his
beer and cigarettes
and pay the rent his
father demanded to
keep his room after
he turned sixteen.
Somehow young Ivan
had also become a
great hit with
several of the older
street hookers who
had taught him much
about how to get
what he wanted, when
he wanted it, from
the ladies. Thus it
had become a
diverting game with
Ivan to bed as many
ladies of all ages
as he could. It was
his only hobby, if
seduction and
sometimes forcible
rape could be called
such.
***********
Ivan scanned the
crowd of young
people frenetically
gyrating to the
cacophony produced
by the
not-so-talented, but
highly amplified
band.. With the
practiced eye of the
hunter he zeroed in
on the four girls
sitting at a table
in a terraced area
off to one side of
the room. Had he
been a cyborg in one
of the sci-fi movies
popular at the time,
one would have seen
the cross-hairs and
words "target
identified" behind
his baleful stare.
He casually made his
way over to them
through the crowd.
At first the girls
were put off by this
scruffy creature
leaning over them,
but his clowning and
witty (to them)
remarks finally won
him grudging
acceptance and they
allowed him to join
them--especially
since he was able to
supply them with
cigarettes and
whisky from a
concealed flask,
which made them feel
grown up and
sophisticated. Ivan
danced with each of
them over the course
of the evening,
teaching them the
latest steps even as
he casually
solicited personal
information he would
need to devise his
strategy. He was
determined that at
least one of these
little birds would
fall into his grasp
this night.
The rave began
breaking up around 1
AM as small groups
of boys and girls,
laughing and
chatting, drifted
out into the
multi-coloured glare
of Picadilly Circus
reduced to a
water-colour smear
by the foggy night.
With a kind of
unspoken
communication the
small group of
friends gathered up
their belongings and
headed towards the
door.
Ivan, anticipating
the imminent
departure of his
quarry, had left a
few minutes earlier
to purchase a
two-liter bottle of
Coke and a large
pizza which he now
carried as he
approached the girls
at the entrance to
the underground...
"Hoy, uhlo luvs,
fancy meetin' you
'ere," he said with
jaunty unconcern.
They proceeded down
the long escalator
to the platform for
the Central Line and
boarded the next
train. Ivan was
performing his usual
antics in an attempt
to charm and amuse
the young girls.
Soon they were
looking at each
other and at Ivan,
laughing
uproariously at the
clowning of this
skin-headed
scarecrow of a man.
"I'll bet you lot
would loyke to share
this pizza," he
offered. They
giggled and nodded.
"Right then, when we
get on the Circle
train, let's get
ourselves the last
car. It's usually
empty and we can
have a party," he
promised.
Sure enough, when
they transferred to
the Circle Line at
South Kensington,
the last car was
empty as he expected
and they had the car
to themselves. It
turned out to be one
of the older cars
that squeaked loudly
and rocked abruptly
as the train
careened along in
the dark tunnel.
"Right, the copper
is up forward --
never coomes back
here," he said as he
opened the pizza box
and offered it to
the girls. Then he
reached into one of
the deep pockets in
his old leather coat
and produced a
two-litter bottle of
Coke and some
plastic cups. The
girls thought this
hilarious and failed
to notice that he
slipped some white
powder into Tina's
cup as he poured her
drink. Earlier he
had casually
ascertained where
the girls lived and
noted that three of
them would probably
be getting off
together at
Highstreet-Kensington
leaving Tina alone
to get off at the
next station.
Ivan and the girls
had consumed the
pizza and most of
the Coke by the time
the train reached
Highstreet-Kensington
station where sure
enough Constance,
Janet and Trudy bid
Tina and Ivan
farewell and got off
still giggling. Tina
watched them wave as
they walked towards
the way-out and
waved back weakly,
feeling a little
woozy.
By this time the
powdered "rufy" had
begun to take
effect. Tina had
become flushed and
bright-eyed and
little things seemed
to look quite queer.
"Curioser and
curiouser", a line
from Alice in
Wonderland came to
mind. But she didn't
feel the least
frightened because
her friend, Ivan,
was there. Ivan sat
next to her with his
arm around her
shoulders and began
softly speaking in
her ear with a low,
mesmerizing
voice--soothing her
and asking
insignificant
questions to which
she responded yes or
no until Ivan felt
she was ready.
Then Ivan casually
slipped his hand up
under her feathery
blouse and began
softly massaging her
adolescent breasts,
feeling her little
nipples slowly
becoming hard as gum
drops. "Mind if I do
this, Luv?" (No)
"Doesn't it feel
nice?" (yes) he went
on in his low
buzzing monotone as
she answered as
though in a dream.
Her stop, Notting
Hill Gate, came and
went in her dreamy
state as his hand
slowly moved to her
lap, then under her
skirt, massaging up
between her
stockinged thighs
until he felt the
soft, warm skin just
below the crotch of
her panties. "I'll
bet this feels good.
You like it, don't
ya, Luv?"
"Yes, it feels
really good," she
murmured. She began
to experience a
pleasant, tingly,
taut sensation
between her legs as
moisture started to
wet the crotch of
her panties. He
moved the her
panties aside and
she felt his fingers
touching and rubbing
where no man's had
ever been. Somehow,
though, it seemed
alright. The
intrusion only made
her feel more
tingly.
Ivan fought to
control his
breathing and
continued the
monotone buzzing in
her ear as he felt
the young girl's
love juices
beginning to flow
and his cock
becoming hard in his
baggy pants. He
withdrew his finger
and wet it in his
mouth, savoring her
fresh, sweet taste.
He repeated this
several times,
before beginning a
gentle penetration
of her tight, little
pussy with one long,
bony finger. Ivan's
heart skipped a beat
when he felt the
hoped-for tight
membrane way up
inside her. Yes!, he
thought, a stone
virgin.
Ivan stood and
pulled Tina to her
feet. Obediently she
allowed him to lead
her, unsteadily on
her high heels, back
to a sort of
waist-high bench at
the rear of the car.
Here he hoisted her
little bum onto the
bench, reached under
her skirt and pulled
her panties down and
off over her shoes.
Tina did not
complain nor make
any move to stop
him. In fact, she
watched him through
unfocused eyes
smiling wanly.
Ivan raised her feet
spreading her legs
which he rested on
his shoulders as he
relished the sight
of the tender,
blue-veined,
alabaster skin of
her inner thighs and
the small golden
treasure in their
midst. She could
feel his hot breath
stirring the small
patch of golden hair
surrounding her
little pussy. Ivan
breathed in deeply,
briefly savoring the
young girl smell,
then plunged his
nose into her crotch
as his tongue worked
its way between her
pussy-lips into the
warm, slick flesh.
As Ivan gorged
himself lustfully on
the sweet nectar
produced by this
delicate flower,
Tina was in a trance
of pleasure, gently
moaning, eyes closed
turning her head
from side to side.
Ivan produced his
skinny, stiff cock
from the baggy pants
and had her touch it
sending electric
pulses through him.
"Ever seen one of
these before, Luv?"
he asked, "know what
it is?"
"N -- no", she
answered. In truth,
Tina had seen her
father's penis once
by accident long ago
through his open
bedroom door, but
had never known what
it was, or its
purpose.
"Right, well its me
cock and I'm about
to show you how it
can be the answer to
a maiden's prayer."
He carefully
inserted its soft
purplish head
between the lips of
her little pussy and
began a gentle
penetration until he
reached the tight
membrane. "This may
hurt a little, but
not for long," he
promised as he
thrust up firmly
against it, feeling
exultant
satisfaction as her
cherry popped before
the onslaught.
The rufy had begun
to wear off and the
sudden sharp pain in
her groin brought
Tina back to
reality. "Oh my God!
What are you doing
to me?" she cried in
alarm. "Stop! Stop!"
she begged in vain.
But Ivan was now
unstoppable and her
little cherry was
history. Ivan
hoisted her legs
over his shoulders,
grabbed her tight
little buns with his
large hands and
penetrated as far
into her as he could
while she screamed
in fear and pain as
the splitting
sensation between
her legs grew more
intense. Then he
began a steady
reciprocating motion
of his hips as she
juiced up and the
pain began to
subside.
Stations came and
went unnoticed as
the car clattered
and rocked along. As
the fucking went on
and on, becoming
more and more
frenetic and
intense, Tina began
experiencing a
feeling of warm,
exciting tension
beginning at the
epicenter of her
pussy and mounting
steadily, flowing
outward until it
consumed her entire
being. Soon she was
moaning and
squealing with
pleasure as she
watched the intense
look on his face and
experienced the
feeling of his large
cock churning deep
within her small,
young body. Finally
with a series of
rapid strokes, she
felt him shudder
stiffly and heard
him gasp as his hot
fluid gushed forth
filling her small
cavity to
overflowing.
Breathing rapidly
Ivan wiped his cock
with her panties,
then rubbed them
between the lips of
her pussy gathering
the sticky mixture
of love juice, semen
and blood. He shoved
the panties into a
pocket of his great
coat and pulled
forth a small
Polaroid camera with
which he snapped a
picture of her raw,
ravished crotch
capturing the look
of surprised
disbelief on her
face. The panties
and photo would take
their place lovingly
with the fifty or so
others in his trophy
drawer. At the next
stop he pushed the
door-open button and
exited, walking
rapidly to the
way-out, not caring
where he was. He
needed to get as far
away as quickly as
he could before she
raised an alarm.
Tina was left
ravished and alone
in the car as she
gingerly closed her
legs and pulled her
skirt down over her
throbbing pussy.
When the next
station sign came
into view, she
realized that the
train was only half
way around its full
circle and she was
still many more
stops from home.
After what seemed an
eternity, her
station sign
appeared and she
shakily made her way
off the train, up
the long, empty
stairway and out
onto the deserted
street. She walked
the few blocks to
her home on wobbly
heels feeling sticky
fluid still running
down her thighs.
Her mother was
already asleep when
she quietly unlocked
the door and made
her way in the
darkened hallway to
the bathroom. There
she switched on the
light and examined
the carnage which
had been wrought
upon her little
virgin pussy.
Fearfully but
quietly she used her
mother's douching
equipment and then a
wash cloth to clean
herself as best she
could. She couldn't
risk running a bath
until the following
morning for fear of
waking her mother.
It was a long,
sleepless night as
she worried that she
may have contracted
some disease--or
worse, be pregnant!
Her mother awoke the
following morning as
Tina drew a hot bath
and soaked in it.
She had hidden her
clothes under her
bed until she could
clean them later.
Her pussy seemed to
have recovered
almost to normal,
but she had a deep
ache in her groin
which would take
several days to
subside. Church was
hell as the vicar
droned on about the
sins of the flesh,
but somehow she got
through it.
For the next several
days she worried
constantly,
sometimes waking in
the night wanting to
scream and cry.
Then, joyously, on
the following
Thursday she began
her period! What a
relief! She never
dreamed that such a
cursed thing could
be so welcome. But
there it was--no
pregnancy and
apparently no other
ill effects. Home
free!
Little by little she
confided in her
friends about her
ordeal on the
underground. They
were at once
appalled for her,
but titillated as
she was the first of
them to actually
lose her virginity.
Gradually they
wheedled the gory
details from her
with much ooing and
ahing --did it hurt
much--how did it
feel while he did it
to her, as each one
wondered how and
when she might loose
her own cherry.
One day Mrs. Mewly,
their gym teacher,
sent for Tina to
come to her office.
Tina shifted
uncomfortably from
one foot to the
other as Mrs. Mewly
asked her if what
she had heard about
Tina's experience
was true.
"Yes, mum," Tina
said softly with
down-cast eyes.
"Well, child, its
nothing to be
ashamed of," Mrs.
Mewly comforted
her.. "It's a
natural thing which
happens to us all
sooner or later. I'm
just sorry it
couldn't have been
under more happy
circumstances."
Over the next few
days Mrs. Mewly did
her best to
establish a bond of
trust between them
which Tina came to
appreciate allowing
her to confess all
to the understanding
older woman. Under
Mrs. Mewly's
interrogation she
had to admit
ashamedly that after
the initial pain and
shock she had
experienced rising
pleasure which led
to her wonderful
orgasm. Then she had
to admit that lately
she had begun to
crave for
more--another
experience.
"I understand
completely, child,"
Mrs. Mewly
sympathized. "I may
have a solution for
you that will
satisfy your needs
and provide certain
remuneration for us
both." She went on
to explain how
several of the older
girls whom Tina knew
participated in an
after-school program
run by Mrs. Mewly
whereby they
provided merciful
aid and comfort to
several lonely older
gentlemen who were
most appreciative.
There was nothing
immoral about it,
she explained as it
was a purely
professional service
like that of a nurse
or physical
therapist. After
some encouragement
by Mrs. Mewly and
the other girls,
Tina hesitantly
agreed to accompany
one of them,
Millicent, on her
next liaison.
The following
afternoon the two
young girls rang the
doorbell of a posh
flat in Chelsey and
were greeted at the
door by a smiling
middle-aged
gentleman.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Why there are two
of you this time.
Come in, my dears,"
he said invitingly.
"How is Mrs. Mewly?"
he asked.
"She is quite well,
sir, thank you,"
said Millicent.
"This is my friend,
Tina," she said by
way of introduction.
"Its her first
time."
"I'm very pleased to
meet you, Tina," he
said smiling
benignly.
"Likewise, I'm sure,
sir," Tina responded
respectfully.
He then offered them
some tea and
cookies, which they
consumed like young
ladies while the
small talk
continued. Then they
finally got around
to the purpose of
their visit.
"You say it's your
first time out,
Tina?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," Tina
responded shyly.
Then to Millicent:
"Why dear me, and
has she been a
naughty girl this
week also?"
"Yes, sir,"
Millicent said
ashamedly with her
head lowered, "we've
both been quite
naughty."
"Then I must punish
you both, I
suppose," he sighed.
"Come here, child,"
he beckoned to
Millicent. Millicent
dutifully lay across
his lap as he
proceeded to pull
her panties down and
gently spank her
bare, pink bottom
until it turned
crimson. Tina
hesitantly followed
Millicent's example.
The spanking did not
hurt, but strangely
her little bum
tingled erotically
and she found
herself uttering
little cries of
pleasurable pain
enjoying it.
The man seemed to
become remorseful
over his actions.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I
had to do that," he
said sorrowfully,
"let me kiss it and
make it feel
better."
With that he began
kissing and licking
the two girls little
asses as they lay on
their stomachs
across the bed. Tina
and Millicent began
to giggle as his
experienced tongue
poked into their
little ass holes and
slavered over the
lips of their
pussies. They turned
over so he could
continue licking and
teasing them as
their pleasure
increased. Suddenly
Tina experience an
orgasm with
Millicent following
shortly thereafter.
Then Millicent
lifted the man's
robe and took his
cock in her mouth as
she stared up at
him. She motioned
for Tina to join her
and for the first
time Tina
experienced the
pleasures of licking
and sucking a cock
until it exploded in
a cascade of white,
sticky fluid all
over their faces as
the man groaned with
pleasure.
"Thank you both for
brightening my day,"
he said as he gave
them an envelope for
Mrs. Mewly and a
couple of bills for
themselves. "Come
again soon, won't
you, my dears?"
"Yes, sir," they
responded with
tinkling young
voices. "We enjoyed
the tea immensely.
Good bye, sir." With
that they ran and
skipped to the tube
station and rode
home like innocent
schoolgirls.
"That was fun," said
Tina!
"Yes, and you won't
believe how much
Mrs. Mewly will give
us for what we did,"
confided Millicent.
Sure enough, Mrs.
Mewly called Tina to
her office and
handed her a twenty
pound note -- more
money than Tina had
ever possessed at
one time in her
life.
"Oh, Mrs. Mewly, I
can't take this,
really, it was so
much fun," Tina
protested.
"Nonsense, child,
you performed quite
well, from what
Millicent told
me--and Mr. X was
quite pleased also,
judging from amount
in that envelope.
There should be even
more next time," she
said with a wink.
The following week
Mrs. Mewly sent for
Tina once more.
"Tina, this time you
will be going by
yourself. I can't
tell you much about
this gentleman
except that he will
be overjoyed to see
you, and I believe
you will be
pleasantly surprised
also," she told her.
"But-but, I've not
gone by myself
before. What if?...
I mean, I don't
know..." Tina
protested anxiously.
"Now, now, Tina, you
must trust me. You
don't think I would
put you in harm's
way, do you?" Mrs.
Mewly reassured her.
"Well, I guess not.
It's just that... "
"I know, but you'll
be fine and I know
you're going to love
this visit," Mrs.
Mewly convinced her.
So it was that after
school that day,
still in her school
uniform, Tina took
the Circle Line to
Baker Street where
she transferred onto
the Jubilee line all
the way to St.
John's Wood. Then
she walked several
blocks along Acacia
Road until she came
to a nice old
Victorian-style
apartment
building... Checking
the address once
more, she hesitantly
rang up the
apartment...
"Yes," said a tinny
voice on the
intercom.
"I have a message
for you from Mrs.
Mewly," she
responded per her
instructions.
The door buzzed open
and she proceeded to
a door on the second
floor, rear, where
she knocked softly.
The door was opened
by a familiar
gentleman in a
lounging robe--older
and more gray--but
she recognized her
own father!
"Tina, oh my God,
Tina! Wh-what are
you doing here?" he
asked.
He could not have
been more astonished
than she. "Daddy, oh
Daddy, its-its not
what you think, I
mean..." she
stuttered. Tina was
at a loss for words
as was her father.
How could she send
me here, Tina
thought.. She must
have known!
"Come in -- quickly,
Child," her father
pulled her inside,
looking both ways up
and down the
hallway. He motioned
her to a chair and
sat down on the
couch opposite with
his head in his
hands.
"Oh, Tina, forgive
me, I never thought
it would actually be
you. Every since I
left, I've wanted to
see you again.
Remember how I used
to take care of you,
bath you, hug you?
...and then your
Mother accused me
of...fondling you. I
only wanted you to
feel good--love me
as I loved--still
love you."
Tina was touched by
his emotional
explanation. She had
always wondered why
he had left. She
remembered the
muffled arguments
heard through the
wall of her room
between her mother
and father. She
remembered his
sorrowful, pleading
look as he turned
and left their house
for the last time.
Then she and her mom
had moved to the
small flat and
struggled to make
ends meet on the
money he sent them.
Now her heart went
out to him..
"You see," he
explained, "I missed
you all this time,
and I knew Mrs.
Mewly before--before
she took her
position at your
school. She has been
sending other young
girls to
visit--girls whom
she thought would
remind me of you.
And now...is it
really you?"
"Of course its me,
silly daddy, and
I've missed you
also. Oh, daddy, I'm
so happy to see
you." Suddenly she
surprised him by
quickly kneeling in
front of him,
reaching under his
robe and grasping
his cock.
"Oh, Tina, we
mustn't. It's not
right. You're my
daughter!"
"It's alright,
daddy. I've done it
before and after
all, Mrs. Mewly
wouldn't have sent
me if it wasn't OK."
Her father's resolve
shattered as Tina
began softly licking
and sucking his cock
-- feeling it
becoming stiff under
her tongue. "Oh,
oh," he groaned.
"Oh, Tina, you're an
angel," he murmured
as he grasped her
head while gently
throat-fucking her.
Tina lay back on the
bed with her legs
together as he
gently pulled her
white cotton panties
off over her shoes.
Then with her skirt
above her waist, she
spread her legs wide
for him. She saw a
wistful look come
over her father's
face as he slowly
bent over her. He
allowed himself to
savor the sight of
tender, alabaster
textured skin of her
inner thighs and the
small golden pubic
hairs surrounding
the tiny lips of her
pussy. He relished
the scent of young
girl which wafted up
to his twitching
nostrils.
Suddenly, overcome
with lust he,
plunged his face
into this target of
his intense desires.
His tongue and nose
were immersed in the
tender patch of her
maidenhood, licking,
sucking and gently
nibbling, wallowing
wantonly as though
to devour her
completely. Tina's
love juices began
flowing copiously
and she was soon
moaning with
pleasure, squirming
and grinding her
hips against his
face, giggling as
his mustache tickled
her sensitive parts.
His face became a
blur as she climaxed
time and time again
under the intense
stimulation.
Finally, breathing
heavily, he stood up
and placing her legs
over his shoulders,
presented the head
of his large. Stiff
blue-veined cock at
the lips of her wet
pussy. Then he
looked into her eyes
hesitantly.
Tina watched
expectantly, "It's
alright, Daddy, I'm
not a virgin
anymore," she said
softly.
Thanking providence
for his vasectomy,
he slowly pressed
his cock head
between the lips of
his daughter's soft
pussy and gently
threaded it up her
vagina as deep as it
would go. Tina's
eyes were wide in
disbelief at its
size and felt as
though she was being
split apart. He
sighed deeply with
pleasure and began
fucking her--slowly
at first, but soon
the tempo increased
to a frenzy as
intense passion
seized them both.
Tina wrapped her
arms and legs around
him and held on for
dear life,
occasionally
reaching down to
reinsert his cock
when it flew out,
all the while
squealing and
shrieking as she was
elevated from
pleasure to pure
ecstasy.
After a few minutes
he stopped to regain
his breath and
turned her over,
pulling her little
ass up for the next
round. Tina expelled
her breath in a long
sigh as he plunged
his cock into her
from the rear and
the fucking resumed.
She was surprised to
feel a long finger
inserted into her
tight, little ass
hole causing her to
come immediately.
"Daddy, what are you
doing to me?" she
asked softly.
"Ever been fucked up
the ass,
Sweetheart?" he
asked, his voice
taut with passion.
"No Daddy, that
really sounds quite
nasty," she
exclaimed.
"Well, you're about
to find out how it
feels," he grunted.
With that he placed
the head of his cock
against her tiny
asshole and began
pressing down hard.
A moment later her
sphincter relaxed
enough for him to
enter and he stuffed
the rest of his cock
up her ass.
Tina nearly fainted,
all she could do was
to scream "Omigod!
omigod!" over and
over at the pain and
discomfort she felt.
"Oh, daddy, it hurts
so bad. Oh, stop!
Please stop!"
Mercifully, she
lapsed into a state
of
semi-consciousness,
her eyes crossed and
her jaw slack As the
warmth and tightness
raised him to the
very edge of coming,
he withdrew as she
gasped, flipping her
over and blasting
his entire load of
spunk into her open
mouth, face, her
hair and nostrils.
Then he fell upon
her exhausted,
breathing raggedly.
He rolled off her
onto his back as
they both lay
breathing heavily.
Tina was the first
to recover.
"Daddy, that hurt me
so, I thought you
loved me!" she
exclaimed.
"I do love you,
baby, and I've
missed you so much.
I'm sorry I hurt
you. Wait, let me
make it up to you."
He arose and went
into the next room
where she heard
water running in the
bath tub. When he
returned he asked,
"remember when I
used to bath you
with your little
yellow ducky?"
Tina had fond
memories of her
father bathing her.
Her mother rarely
did. "Oh, yes,
daddy," she replied.
"Well, come in here,
I have a surprise
for you." Tina
followed him into
the bathroom where
he had drawn a hot
bubble bath scented
with her favorite
gardenia oil.
"Oh, Daddy, its just
like before--and you
even have my Ducky!"
She exclaimed
delightedly. She let
him take off all her
clothes, then
climbed into the
large tub. He
removed his robe and
followed her in.
Tina lay back in her
father's arms while
he gently soaped and
washed her, paying
particular attention
to her pussy and
small breasts, which
he rubbed until they
felt full and her
nipples very stiff.
Tina became
pleasantly relaxed
in the warmth of the
water and her
father's arms.
"Daddy," she
whispered softly,
"what you did to me
earlier, I think I
can do it again with
you now, if you want
to."
She turned on her
side and lay with
her arm on the edge
of the tub cradling
her head. His cock
had immediately
become stiff again
at her words and he
now pressed it into
her soapy little ass
hole.
Lubricated as it was
by soap and warm
water, his big cock
easily slid all the
way in as she closed
her eyes and smiled.
"Oh, daddy, it feels
so good now," she
whispered.
In the warm
amniotic-like water
he gently sodomized
his young daughter
for several minutes
while she sighed
contentedly. Slowly
his pleasure rose
until he could no
longer control
himself. Groaning
and jerking, he
ecstatically
ejaculated all his
remaining fluid deep
in her bowel. With a
long sigh, Tina lay
back in his arms
once more.
When the water had
slowly become tepid,
they reluctantly
stood up and rinsed
the soap off under
the shower. Tina let
him comb her blond
hair and tie it with
a blue ribbon then
re-donned her school
clothes. Finally, as
she prepared to
leave, he gave her
an envelope for Mrs.
Mewly and a twenty
pound note for
herself.
"I can't even begin
tell you what you've
done for me, angel",
he said, hugging and
kissing her lightly
on the forehead.
"Will I see you
again?"
"Of course, Daddy,
now that I've found
you again, we will
see each other often
and be jolly
friends," she
promised.
He watched her from
the doorway all the
way to the tube
entrance--just a
young schoolgirl,
but she was his
angel. The gray day
seemed brighter and
somewhere a bird
sang a merry tune.
He was happy again
for the first time
in a long, long
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