Chap 4 -

"Good morning, Daddy!"

It was seven in the morning, and I had just shut off Daddy's
alarm clock.  He groaned and half sat up before falling back onto
the bed.

"Daddy, you have to get up!  You told me to make sure you got up
on time since you have to go to the office today!"

I had been up at six.  Uncle Bob had fucked me until two in the
morning, and we'd fallen asleep in each others arms on the couch,
his cum still leaking out of my no-longer-virgin pussy.  His
watch alarm had gone off at six, and we'd groggily straightened
out up the couch.  We flipped the cum-stained cushions over, and
Uncle Bob told me I'd need to steam them clean if I didn't want
Daddy to find out.

I'd tried to get Uncle Bob hard again for a goodbye fuck, but it
wasn't happening.  After a minute of no response with my mouth,
he'd conceded that I'd sucked the life out of him a few hours ago
and that he'd need to "recharge" if I wanted a repeat
performance. 

And boy, did I want one. The soreness in my pussy reminded me of
what great fun fucking was, reminded me of how Uncle Bob's thick
cock stretched me and pounded me into a quivering jelly.  I had
dried cum on my thighs but the idea of receiving a fresh load in
my mouth or pussy made me tingle again.

"Daddy!"

He groaned and turned over onto his back.  "I'll get up," he
whispered, "just five more minutes."

Mom didn't let him get away with this, so I knew I shouldn't.  I
looked at him, covered in just a sheet.  I knew he was naked
because I'd seen him the night before and because his cock was
faintly outlined in the sheets.  It sat heavily on his groin,
pointing towards his belly.  I couldn't see how big it was
because of the pools of fabric, but I was curious.  I decided to
kill two birds with one stone.

"Daddy..."  When he didn't moved, I crawled onto the bed.  Over
the sheets, I crawled up his body, planting my butt - naked under
my nightshirt - square on his lap.  I gave it just a tiniest
wiggle, and he cracked one eye open and looked at me a little
confused.  I leaned forward and kissed him on the nose.  "Daddy,"
I whispered, "won't you get it up for me?"

He jumped a little at that.  "Um, Kristi, what did you say?" he
croaked as I let my lemon-sized breasts rest on his chest through
the thin cotton of my nightshirt.

"I said, 'Daddy, won't you get up for me?'" I giggled.  "Why,
what did you think I said?"  I slid down until I felt his cock -
which was half-hard now - bump my pussy.  From his angle, he
couldn't see my naked hindquarters.  I lifted my butt just enough
to slide my now-bare pussy over his cock.  It felt substantial,
meaty.  I rested my clit on the shaft, my juices now starting to
flow.  There was no doubt in my mind that I was hungry for more
cock and that my Daddy's cock sounded really yummy at the moment.


I rubbed my pussy on his cock, and it grew harder underneath me. 
My father's eyes, groggy with sleep, started to focus but then
glazed over a little bit.  I felt him starting to stir underneath
me, his hips grinding his cock against my hungry little slit.  It
felt huge, like it could be as big as Uncle Bob's, maybe, and my
juices started to seep through the thin sheet that separated two
parts that wanted to be whole.   "Oh Daddy," I whispered huskily,
my teen voice full of desire. 

At that his eyes refocused, and he harumphed! and sat up
abruptly.  "Thanks for waking me up, kitten," he said briskly,
giving me a quick squeeze.  "Mind getting out of here so I can
get dressed?"

"Sure, Daddy," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before
reluctantly climbing out of bed.  I could see the wet spot where
my pussy had been, clearly visible to even Daddy's sleepy eyes. 
"Anytime you need me, Daddy.  Anytime."

***

After he left, I took care of the stains on the couch and hopped
into the bath.  I washed my pussy carefully, glad (not for the
first time) that I was on the pill (cramps suck).  I did a quick
all-over shave, and the feeling of lotion being massaged into my
skin soothed my sore little cunny.  I then napped for a few hours
after cleaning up. 

I had told Daddy over breakfast that I was going to help Amy, who
lived a few blocks over, with her babysitting.  He nodded,
clearly distracted something (what?  my bare legs on the bar
stool?  the thought that I might have been "dry humping" him
earlier? the smell of my wet pussy?), and said it was okay as
long as I was home for dinner.

I was still sleepy when my alarm went off but the thought of what
awaited me got me out of bed real quick.  I freshened up, put on
a little makeup, and hmmed over what to wear.  The sexiest thing
I had was the outfit I'd worn to the mall the day before, so
that's just what I put on.  Knowing that I wouldn't be wearing
them long anyway, I decided to forgo the panties.

I sat in the living room, waiting for Uncle Chuck and and Uncle
Jim to show up.  The idea that they would be molesting me,
feeling me, fucking me had me so horny that I couldn't keep my
hands off my pussy.  When the doorbell finally rang at a little
after twelve, I'd already rubbed my clit to three orgasms that
increased rather than cooled the heat between my legs. 

Uncle Jim was at the door, looking all the world like a cowboy. 
He waited for me to lock up, then pulled me against his body. 
"Little girl, you ready for this?" he smirked, knowing the answer
full well.  

"Oh God, Uncle Jim, I need you to fuck me like right now," I
moaned, rubbing against him.  He laughed and led me to his truck,
where Chuck sat in the passenger side.  I got in between them,
and Chuck immediately kissed me, his black fingers sliding up my
wet thighs and onto my pussy.  We sucked tongues for a bit, and
he then held up his fingers for Jim to sniff.  He grunted
affirmatively and put his own hand on my leg.  For the fifteen
minutes it took to get to Chuck's apartment, the two of them kept
their fingers on and in me while I rubbed their cocks through
their pants.  I told them about me and Uncle Bob, and they
laughed, saying that they figured I couldn't wait.

Once parked, Jim pushed the seat back and had me straddle him
while we kissed, my wet pussy staining his jeans and grinding his
big hard cock.  He carried me to his apartment like that in broad
daylight.  I felt like such a slut, knowing that anyone could see
that I was jailbait about to fuck two grown men and relishing the
feeling.

Inside, we wasted little time getting naked.  While Jim lay back
on the bed, I knelt and sucked his cock.  It wasn't as thick as
Uncle Bob's or Chuck's, but it was longer.  I could get some past
the head into my mouth, but there were still handfuls of cock
that I couldn't get into me.

While I sucked Jim, Chuck spread my cheeks and licked my pussy
and asshole.  The sensation of a wet tongue on my virgin rose
made me squeal and squirm - would they want to put their cocks up
there?  The thought was so nasty...but intriguing.  I thought
about it as Uncle Chuck's rough tongue tickled my clit to my
first orgasm of the day.

After my hips had stopped twitching, they switched positions.  As
I bathed Uncle Chuck's dark chocolate balls with my tongue, Uncle
Jim rubbed his spit-slicked cock between my pussy lips.  The wet
friction made me wiggle my ass, communicating my need for cock. 
He slipped in, commenting on my tightness.  He didn't stretch me
like Uncle Bob, but it still felt great as he speared me all the
way up my pussy chute.  I showed my appreciation by cumming as I
felt the head bump into my cervix. 

"God!" Uncle Jim drawled, "she's tight as a virgin but hot as a
firecracker.  Damn, this girl likes to fuck!"

"Mmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmm!" was all I could say, as my mouth was full of
African-American testicle at the time. 

Uncle Chuck asked, "You gonna open her up top?"  Jim affirmed
it.  I wondered what the hell that meant?

I found out.  Uncle Jim still had a handful of long, hard cock
outside of me.  He began to apply steady pressure to my cervix,
angling himself in different ways, looking for something.  I
didn't know what he was looking for, but I certainly enjoyed it. 
The steady pressure on my cervix hurt in a way that made my
orgasm prolong itself.  I pulled my mouth off of Chuck's nutsack
and moaned. 

Working by feel, the tip of Uncle Jim's rock-hard cock found the
mouth of my cervix.  Unseen but not unfelt, the steady pressure
began to force it open.  All I knew is that I suddenly felt Uncle
Jim sink deeper into me, and my orgasm ramped up a zillion
notches as he bottomed out, the head in my womb and his balls
resting on my clit. 
 
"Eeep!" I yelped.  My eyes rolled back and I shuddered, making
incoherent noises as I felt this violation of my anatomy.  The
men laughed and bumped fists as my pussy first clamped down on
Jim's cock and then fluttered uncontrollably. 

"Aaaaaaaa...aaaagggg...oooo...."

And then he began to fuck me.  Short, insistent strokes that
pulled him almost out of my womb before jamming himself back
in.  

"Aah!  Aah!  Aah!"

He couldn't last long, which was good because I certainly
couldn't last much longer.  My inexperienced body was reaching a
limit when he clutched my hips tighter and his strokes becamse
shorter and harder. 

"Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  FUCK!" he grunted, and I felt him flood
me.  It felt different than when Uncle Bob had cum inside me, but
no less pleasurable.  I collapsed forward as Jim stroked into me
and held himself deep, twitching and moaning and cumming into
Chuck's groin.

After a minute, Jim pulled himself out.  I was surprised that
there was no accompanying flood of cum but didn't have time to
think it through.  Uncle Chuck flipped me over onto my back. 
Positioning himself over me, he put my feet on his shoulders.  He
leaned over to kiss me.  His cock spread my lips as he sunk into
me, stretching me, burrowing into, and finally, after a minute or
two of hard pressure, invading me the way Uncle Jim had just
done.  It was another 30 minutes before I had a chance to rest.

***

I came out of the bathroom toweling my hair dry.  Uncle Chuck's
hard, pounding fuck had left us both a mess, but me messier. 
Covered in sweat and leaking pussy juice and Uncle Jim's cum from
around the thick shaft of Uncle Chuck's big black cock, I had
been fucked for half an hour without a stop.  The session had
continued through me passing out from a particularly long and
continuous orgasm and waking up to a new one.  It had ended with
Uncle Chuck pulling his long, ebony erection out of my pussy and
splattering my face with cum before I could get my lips around
the head.  Despite my eyes being plastered shut with the thick
stuff, I still managed to get a mouthful of semen, which I
swallowed happily, nursing on the dark head of that magnificent
cock. 

I was surprised to see Jim and Chuck still naked, on the bed, and
still clearly hard and waiting for me.  I had thought we were
done for the day, but that wasn't the case. 
 
Chuck pulled me onto him as he lounged back against the
headboard.  We kissed passionately as his fingers diddled my
pussy.  "You liked getting blacked, Kristi?" he asked.
 
"Oh Uncle Chuck, I loved it," I moaned.  "You can black me
anytime.  And Uncle Jim, too.  I mean - "
 
They laughed and Uncle Jim said from behind me that he knew what
I meant.  I then felt his fingers caress my asshole.  A slippery
substance was spread on my little virgin rosebud, and as Chuck
sank a finger into my already juicing pussy, Jim tickled my rose
with that slippery finger.  Slowly, I began to open up for him. 
The wiggling digit in my backdoor - one knuckle deep - felt
strange but not unpleasant, especially since Chuck as rubbing my
G-spot in the front.  Taking his sweet time, it wasn't long
before Uncle Jim had sunk his middle finger all the way into me. 
As I came from the double stimulus, he gradually began to work a
second finger into me.  I would clench down painfully on him
sometime, but with patience and diligence, he loosened me up
enough so that he was finger fucking me smoothly.  The feeling of
a dual invasion was novel and made things more intense.  Soon I
was cumming every minute of so - little orgasms that whetted my
appetite for more.
 
I soon got it.  As Chuck hugged me close, Jim positioned my hips
so that my ass was pointing up.  He then began forcing himself
slowing into my ass.  Chuck comforted me and rubbed my clit,
easing my discomfort as Jim's long hard shaft wormed its way
inside my bowel.  I thought, "I don't like this.  I'm not
enjoying this."
 
I didn't think that for long. 
 
Giving me time to adjust, Jim's balls finally came to rest on my
freshly fucked pussy.  I felt full in a different way, and as he
began to fuck my ass with short, gentle strokes, I felt a
familiar fire began to stoke in a slightly different variation. 

My tune changed.  "Oh God, Uncle Jim - it feels so gooood..."

He drawled, "You like getting ass-fucked, little girl?"

"Oh God, yes, I love getting ass-fucked, I think I can cum like
thissssssss," I moaned, just as I did, indeed, cum from getting
my teenaged asshole reamed out. 

"Never met a girl who couldn't," Uncle Chuck remarked, his
fingers still stroking my swollen clit.

Three orgasms later, the sheets were a mess again.  I had leaked
pussy juice all over Uncle Chuck's thighs, and there was still
semen seeping out of my womb.  I was a new convert to the church
of sodomy, convinced that it was the greatest thing next to
getting fucked in the pussy. I was about to learn different -
that there was something even greater.

After my fourth anal orgasm, Uncle Jim slid nearly out of me,
keeping just the head of his cock in my ass.  I wondered why he
had stopped his motion when I felt Uncle Chuck starting to
manuever the massive head of his black cock into my pussy.  A bit
of pressure forced it up past the mouth and into my near-virgin
fuck chute.  As he worked that thick black fuckstick up my nubile
pussy, Uncle Jim began to work his long cock up my ass. 

It was so tight.  I didn't know if I could take it.  I whimpered
and whined, but they just continued to gently fuck their big
cocks up my twin holes.  Slowly, the gentle double-fucking teased
a surprise orgasm out of me.

"Aaaah!" I yelped as the cum hit me unexpectedly.  My hips, which
had held mostly still at the dual invasion of my fuck holes,
began to hump up and down.  My nipples could have cut glass.  My
hint of hell had suddenly turned to heaven.

"We save this for only the freakiest of sluts," Uncle Chuck
said.  "Never broken one in so soon.  Are you a little slut,
Kristi?"

I answered in the affirmative.  Both verbally and bodily.  "Oh
God!  I'm a slut!  Oh God!  I'm cumming on your cocks!  Oh God! 
Oh God!"  A few minutes later, Uncle Chuck's cock forced my
cervix open again and  my orgasms flowed into a single blinding
wave.  "I'm a slut!  I'm a slut!  Fuck fuck fuck me fuck fuck me
oh please fuck me!"

My hips rose and fell in a nimble fuck rhythm all their own.  The
double deep dicking I was receiving in wiped my mind clean of
anything but fucking.  Every variation of double-penetration felt
great - the alternating long strokes to the simultaneous short
staccato brute fucking.  I screeched and moaned and came one long
continuous cum.

"Shit, this bitch is hot!" Uncle Chuck grunted as he pummeled my
pussy.  Uncle Jim whooped and fucked my ass even harder, and I
welcomed it all.

Too soon, I felt their cocks swell.  I felt them get harder.  I
felt their hot cum flowing into me.  I felt my orgasm crest and
finally began to wind down.  I fell forward onto Uncle Chuck, and
Uncle Jim pulled out of me to lay down, his chest heaving, his
cum leaking out of my ass, which gaped loosely for a minute
before closing back up.

As we rested, I looked over at the clock.  "Oh shit!" I cried. 
"I'm supposed to be home in like 10 minutes!"

***

Fifteen minutes later, I was dropped off a block away from the
house.  I kissed Uncle Jim and Uncle Chuck.  "Thank you for
deep-dicking me," I said, using the phrase I'd been taught. 

They laughed.  "Naw, thank you YOU, Kristi," Uncle Jim drawled as
they pulled away.

I ran home.  I could feel little streams of cum running out of me
and down my leg.  I had cleaned up as best as I could at Chuck's,
but hoping that Daddy was running late.  No such luck. 

I snuck into the kitchen.  Daddy was at the phone, dialing a
number.  I rushed past him, saying, "Hi Daddy!" as I went to the
powder room.

I heard him put the phone down just before I closed the door.  I
wiped the cum off my leg, but there was still some leaking out of
me.  I didn't have any panties on to sop it up, either, and my
tampons were upstairs.  Dammit!

When I came out, Daddy said, "I was just calling Amy's house to
see where you were.  Did you wear that over to her place?"  He
indicated my skirt.

"Why yes, Daddy,  it was hot out."

He didn't say anything further beyond a comment or two about
being careful who saw me in that.  I said I'd start making dinner
right away.

I popped the roast in the oven and started chopping vegetables
for the salad.  Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table, reading
the paper.  As I tossed the carrots into the salad bowl, I felt a
trickle run down the inside of my leg.  Oh shit! I thought,
realizing that it was more cum leaking out of my pussy.  When
Daddy wasn't looking, I wiped my thigh. 

This was going to be a problem, I thought, and I was right. I
sliced tomatoes and felt more cum run out of me.  Quick glance at
Daddy, quick wipe inside my thigh. 

I was at the sink scrubbing potatoes when I felt a particularly
thick gob leak out of me.  I looked over at Daddy, but he had
just gotten up from the table.  He walked behind me to the fridge
and grabbed a bottle of beer.  He opened up the drawer next to
me, fished out the bottle opener, and promptly dropped it on the
floor.  It fell between my feet.  Before I could react, he'd
said, "Oops!" and stooped down to get it.  He didn't get right
back up, and I looked down to see why.

He was crouched down, his hand on the bottle opener, his eyes on
something at my foot level.  "What's this on the floor, Kristi?"
he asked, putting his finger in a small puddle of cum that had
leaked out of me.  I hadn't even noticed it, assuming it had all
trickled down my leg.  As he touched it, another gob of cum
involuntarily leaked out and plopped between my feet, onto his
hand. 

"Umm..." I said, trying to think of something.  He didn't say
anything for a second, just looked at the stream of cum leaking
down my leg.  I couldn't really breathe, I was too nervous. 

"I didn't want to believe it," he said, still crouched.  "I
didn't want to believe my little girl wasn't a little girl any
more."  He got up and looked right at me.  "You weren't
babysitting today, were you?"

"No Daddy," I said, mortified.

"You were out there in that little skirt of yours, the skirt I
bought you, with some boys, weren't you?"  he growled.

"Yes Daddy," I whispered, almost in tears.

His hand pulled up the hem of my skirt, exposing my bare behind. 
"You went out there in this little skirt with no panties on and
you came home with a pussy full of cum that's just leaking out of
you."  He kicked my feet apart and knelt behind me, spreading my
asscheeks apart.  "You're asshole's leaking, too.  My daughter
isn't a little girl any more, she's a little slut.  How many
cocks did you have in you today, Kristi?"

I could barely breathe.  Somewhere in the nervous-wracking
tension of being caught, I felt the tremblings of desire stirring
as my fuckholes were exposed to my father.  I licked my lips as I
felt that now-familiar ache return to my sore but hungry pussy. 
"Two, Daddy,"  I whispered.

"Two," he repeated.  His fingers slid over my pussy and asshole
as he spoke.  "My little girl came to my bed this morning and
rubbed her pussy on her father's cock.  And then she went out
dressed like a little whore and fucked some boy and then she went
and fucked another boy.  Is that right?"

"No, Daddy," I whispered, fighting the urge to moan.  "I fucked
them both at the same time."

"The same time," he said.  He stood up, still behind me.  "You
know what that makes you, don't you, Kristi?"

I knew.  He knew.  And now that I knew that he knew what I was, I
could ask for what I wanted.

I stuck my ass out behind me, until it crashed softly into his
groin.  I could feel something big and hard in his pants and I
rubbed against it gently. 

"I'm a whore, Daddy,"  I moaned, feeling his cock through his
slacks.  "I'm a little whore, and I'm hungry for cock, Daddy." 
His hands came up to hold my hips, and he pulled himself tighter
against me.  "I need cock in my fuckholes, Daddy.

"I need my Daddy's big cock inside of my slutty little holes."

I turned around and knelt down in front of my father.  I attacked
his zipper and reached into his boxers.  My hand wrapped around
something that felt bigger than I'd already experienced.  I
tugged but couldn't get it out of his pants.  Daddy smirked as he
undid his belt and let me pull his pants down. 

When I finally saw his penis, my jaw dropped.  It was only
half-hard, and it was already bigger than Uncle Chuck's big black
cock.  Longer than Jim's and thicker than Bob's, it was a massive
piece of meat that stiffened and lifted before my very eyes. 
Pre-cum already dripped from the slit in the head, and I lifted
my daddy's big dick to my mouth and sucked the clear fluid out.

"Oh, that's right, you little slut," Daddy moaned as I crammed
the head into my mouth and stroked the shaft with my hands. 
"Suck that cock."

I did.  I sucked that big daddy cock as if my life depended on
it.  As my mouth tried to suck the juice right out of that slab
of meat, other juices dripped from my pussy and asshole onto the
kitchen floor.  I felt my pussy grow hotter as I sucked that dick
and wondered if I could cum without touching myself. When Daddy
grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, making me gag, I
learned that I could.

Daddy raised me to my feet and lifted me up onto the kitchen
counter.  He stepped out of his pants and shorts and pulled my
top off, leaving me in nothing but my slutty little skirt.  My
nipples were rock hard as he grabbed and pinched them, making me
squeak and moan with pain and desire.  "Put me in you," he
hissed, and my hands grasped his spit-slick fuckstick and guided
him to my pussy, which had closed back up from the afternoon's
black dicking.

He pressed forward, and after a brief fight, my pussy relented
and let him slip inside.  It was still an uphill battle but one I
welcomed; even before he got more than the head in, my cunt
started spasming in orgasm. 

"Oh Daddy!" I squealed, "Oh Daddy, you're making me cum already!"

He packed me full of more meat, and my pussy squirted juiced all
over the kitchen counter and floor.  "Daddy!  I'm cumming again!"

He bottomed out against my cervix.  This time, I couldn't say
anything coherent; I just screeched when I felt him fetch up
against back wall of my vaginal passage.  He put his arms under
my legs and lifted me.  I wrapped my arms around his neck as he
lifted and dropped me onto his huge cock.

I caught our reflection in the patio door.  It was so obscene –
my tiny body body held by my big daddy, his cock spearing me, a
big fat chunk still sticking out of me.  I humped against him as
he lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, fucking my pussy onto
his gigantic rock-hard cock.

“Ah!” he grunted.  “God, your cunt is so tight on my cock,
Kristi!  Do you like how it feels to get fucked?”

“I love it Daddy!  I love fucking!  I love your cock in my pussy.
 Oh fuck me, please fuck me!”

He moved us over to his chair and sat down.  “Show me, Kristi,”
he said.  “Show me how much you love fucking me.”

I put my hands on his chest and lifted my hips up.  His long and
thick cock slid almost all the way out of me before I reversed
direction and swallowed him up again.  Over and over I did this,
until the frustration of not having him all in me got to me.  I
sat down on Daddy’s cock until it pressed against my womb.  “I
need it in me, Daddy,” I said, grinding and shifting angles,
keeping the pressure on my cervix, trying to replicate what Jim
had done to me earlier that day.

“I am inside you, baby,” my daddy said, kissing me.

“No, Daddy, I need you ALL the way in me,” I moaned.  I felt his
cock hit the right angle and pressed down with all my weight.  I
watched Daddy’s eyes grow wide as he felt my cervix open up.  My
eyes rolled back into my head as I felt him penetrate into the
deepest part of me.  It was hard – he was bigger than Chuck,
longer than Jim, and wider than Bob – but my efforts were
rewarded as I was finally filled as much as was humanly possible.

“Oh God, Kristi,” my Daddy groaned as he truly bottomed out in
me.

“AAaaaaaggghhh,” I moaned back.  My orgasms flowed into each
other, the ebbs growing closer and closer until it felt I was
riding one giant wave of convulsive liquid pleasure.  My hips
writhed and humped and fucked my Daddy instinctively, never
letting his huge cock escape my womb.

“Aaaaugh!  Oh fuck fuck fuck!  Fuck my slutty pussy, Daddy!  Fuck
your slutty daughter!”

Daddy’s hips fucked up off of the couch, slapping into my thighs.
 His balls slapped my ass, and in the haze of my orgasm, I made a
mental note to have him fuck me there, soon.

“Oh Princess, I can’t believe how sexy you are, I can’t believe
I’m fucking my sexy little slutty daughter.  Oh baby I love you!
Fuck fuck fuck!”

“Oh Daddy keep fucking me!  I love you Daddy I love you I love
your cock I love fucking you!”

He grew even bigger in me.  I felt him grow even harder.  I knew
what was about to happen, and I wanted it.

“Oh baby, gonna cum!  Gonna cum inside you!”

“Give it to me Daddy!  Give me your hot cum!”

I fucked onto him with hard, deliberate strokes as he matched me
with his own.  He swelled and fucked until I felt a throb travel
the length of his cock and my pussy.  A glob of lava belched into
my womb, and I screeched, feeling my orgasm overwhelm my senses
beyond their previous limits.  I sat on my Daddy’s lap, his cock
deep within my womb, and convulsed as his cock throbbed again and
again and his cum filled me and overflowed my pussy and leaked
out.

“Aaaah!”  he groaned.  “Cumming in your slutty cunt!  Aaaaaaah!”

I fell forward onto him, unable to move, my orgasm having sapped
the life out of me.  Daddy continued to fuck in my limp body for
another minute, pumping his hot thick cum deep into me, before
stopping as well.  His cock began to soften after a few minutes,
and my pussy slowly squeeze him out, a river of cum following. 
After a few minutes, we began to stir.

Daddy chuckled.  “What’s so funny, Daddy?” I asked in a hoarse
whisper, tired.

“When you showed me that skirt, all I could think about was how
some boy would want to fuck you.  I was worried.”  He kissed me
tenderly.

“You’re not worried any more, Daddy?”

He shook his head, smiling.  “Not any more, kiddo.  In fact, I
was thinking that maybe we should get you some more clothes like
that.”

I smiled back at him.  I liked the thought of running around in
little slutty clothes.  I could fucked a lot in clothes like
that, I thought.  I was going to get a lot of Daddy’s cum and a
lot of big black cock.

My mystery man was certainly going to be surprised when I met him
again.


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