The Dreamer (Extra
Chapter) by dolphininthetree
story code: Mf, inc
'What happened to Jules
Aristides?' some may ask. After falling
for David and Mandy's deception, what did he do next? Did he pursue
vengeance? Was he forever resigned to just secretly sniffing Giselle's
panties for satisfaction? For Aristides, things
did not end there at Birch Manor Hotel; it did not end in despair and
loss. The Genie and Mr. Black may have
swindled him. Elizabeth may have deceived and exploited his
affections. But that night, as he went home angry and
dejected, Fate smiled.
Sitting in his oak-paneled study, he licked his wounds and nursed
a glass of fine scotch. He sat slumped down low
in a large, plush armchair - one of those that threatened to swallow
you when you sat in them. The hot shower had helped and sitting here in
his comfortable bathrobe as he listened to the cicada song carried by
the pine-scented night breeze that wafted through the windows was
helping too. The
alcohol was giving him a nice, numbing buzz.
He thought of Elizabeth; he'd been smitten
from the first time he'd seen her. He had been
looking forward to this night so much. He had prepared everything for
her - he'd told Mrs. Aristides and Giselle an elaborate story about a
distant cousin who had died leaving an orphan daughter, whom he hoped
to take into his home, and he had been able to get them to agree to it.
In fact, Giselle had even been looking forward to having a new friend.
But all his hopes had been shattered. In retrospect, he should have
been more suspicious - an obedient teenage girl who would willingly
fulfill his every fantasy and at the same time be a perfect daughter
too? It was too good to be true.
But he had taken every possible precaution, hadn't he? He could not
understand
how they could all have
fallen asleep, him and all six bodyguards. They had not eaten or drunk
anything so they had not been drugged. Perhaps some sleeping gas of
some sort had been pumped into the room? He didn't know, they left
no traces of how they had done it. It was like magic.
He didn't even know where to start
if he wanted to track them down now; he'd already hired someone to
trace them electronically even before
the first meeting but none of the emails of phone calls Genie
had used to contact him had given them any clues - Genie had made very
sure of that. Now, he realized that he didn't even know how Black or
Elizabeth looked like either. In retrospect, he now realized that both
Black and Elizabeth wore gloves all the time! He remembered thinking
she looked very elegant in her
black dress and white gloves.
For him, the money was a trifling. But being cheated smarted -
Aristides was used to cheating rather than being cheated. Having a
delicious morsel so close to his mouth and then having it snatched away
also left a deep itch that he couldn't scratch - an unsated thirst, an
unsatisfied desire, a deferred hope. He downed another glass of scotch;
he'd lost count of how many he'd had.
"Daddy?" a warm, soft voice called out. He hadn't heard her coming in.
He started to
look up when he suddenly found a slender, supple body in his lap.
"Daddy? What's wrong?" Giselle Aristides asked. Whenever daddy was sad
or in a bad mood, he'd just sit here quietly drowning himself in
scotch. She put her arms around her daddy's neck; at fourteen, she was
still very much daddy's little angel. Rich and pampered, she lived a
sheltered life; permanently shadowed by bodyguards and coddled by her
parents, she hadn't even dated before. The only man in her life was
daddy. There were the guards, and the tubby, jovial French chef too,
but they didn't really count.
"Sweetheart..."
He said only one word and buried his face in her silky hair. He felt
overwhelmed by her delicate scent, her softness and her touching
concern for him. Giselle said, "You shouldn't drink so much, daddy.
It's not good for you." She gently pried the full glass from his hands.
Aristides smiled for the first since he had left Birch Manor Hotel.
"Give daddy the glass, sweetheart. I promise this is the last one."
Giselle hesitated, then suddenly, she downed it in one gulp. Her eyes
widened and she struggled not to cough as the burning fire gutted her
throat. Aristides laughed at her expression of surprise. "You aren't
supposed to be drinking, are you, angel? And you shouldn't be gulping
it down like that anyway."
Giselle opened her mouth, gasping at the warmth that was spreading
through her insides. Mr. Aristides took the empty glass from her
unresisting fingers and filled it up again. "Daddy!" Giselle protested.
"Daddy promised you that he'd have one last glass didn't he?" he said,
his eyes twinkling, "Well. If I stop now, I'd be breaking that promise
since you drank that glass." Taking it in his hands, he sipped it
appreciatively, slowly rolling the flavour in his mouth, "That's how
you drink it."
Giselle pulled his hand nearer her head, glass and all, and sipped it
delicately. Aristides sipped again. And then she did. She wasn't
supposed to be drinking at all, but what the hell, Aristides thought,
she was fourteen already; it was better that she learnt to drink with
her daddy now than be introduced to it at some party by a guy who was
trying to get her drunk in order to feel her up.
When he poured another glass, she didn't protest this time. They shared
it again, taking turns sipping. It was better than nursing a lonely
glass by yourself, he thought. It was a strange daddy-daughter evening,
her sitting in her daddy's lap sharing a glass or two with him.
"Don't tell mummy, ok, angel? It's our little secret drink," Aristides
whispered in her ear as she leaned against his shoulder, feeling weird,
woozy and pleasantly warm.
"Okay, daddy," she said, her head in a fluffy pink fog. "I'm good at
keeping secrets... like my secret with mummy," she mumbled softly.
"Your secret with mummy?" Aristides asked, his ears pricking up with
curiosity.
"Mmhmm... can't tell you, daddy," she said.
"No? Not even if I...."
"Teehehehe..... keheehehe... daddy! .. hahahahheheheh....stop! "
Giselle squirmed to get away as daddy attacked her ticklish sides and
tummy. The alcohol made her extra ticklish. She felt giddy and heady as
she wiggled her body.
"Are you going to tell daddy?"
"No! ... hehehehahaha....." She wriggled and giggled, her body twisting
and turning. Aristides suddenly became aware of his little angel's soft
buns bouncing all over his crotch. He was suddenly all too aware of the
thin and flimsy babydolls she wore to bed and the ultra-thin panties
underneath - she was dressed for the rather warm summer night. He knew
they were ultra-thin panties because he could feel her so clearly
through his own paper thin Japanese silk bathrobe. Every jiggle and
wiggle of her soft babyfat bottoms made his manhood pump and surge. Oh
no, she would be able to feel him as clearly as he felt her too. But if
she did, she gave no sign of it; she bounced with playful eagerness on
daddy's lap, in fits of giggles as he tickled her sides, her arms, her
neck.
"Do you surrender, sweetheart?"
"Hahahahehehe..... yes...kekehehe..yes! Stop please daddy..." Giselle's
face was red with laughter; the straight, golden blonde hair that
almost reached her butt was flying everywhere. The tickling and the
scotch made her young body radiate heat.
"Well?" he asked, brushing back her bangs and holding her tightly to
himself; pinning her helplessly to his chest with the threat of another
tickle attack if she
reneged on her surrender.
Gasping until she got her breath back, Giselle looked up at him and
said, "Mummy and I play 'eating sushi'. She says not to ever tell
anyone, ever!"
" 'Eating sushi' ?" Aristides blinked and loosened his grip. Giselle
nodded seriously.
"Well, you'll have to explain the game to me, sweetheart. I've never
played it before."
"Um.... I.... um... I'm not sure how to explain it properly... " she
said hesitantly.
"Well, why don't you show me? Maybe we could play together then,"
Aristides suggested.
"Umm.... well... mummy eats my sushi first, and then I eat hers."
Aristides' eyes followed her finger as she pointed innocently between
her legs. As she did that, her wrist accidentally bumped into the large
bulge inches from her 'sushi' as she sat straddling daddy's legs. Her
hand shied away from the bump as she giggled giddily from a mixture of
alcohol and the naughty tingle in her tummy, "I'm not sure we can play
together daddy. Boys don't have a sushi... only have a..... a... um...
they have a..."
"Sausage," the word slipping out of a stunned Aristides.
He couldn't friggin' believe it. His wife? Lauren Aristides? The frigid
bitch hadn't done it with him in ten years. She complained he made her
too sore to walk even though he could only ever get six inches inside
her. He hadn't pressed the matter because his own nine inch long and
three inch wide schlong embarrassed even him. He had to make do
with whores who charged extra for enduring his giant fucktool in their
slots. And Giselle was telling him Lauren Aristides, whose body he
hadn't seen naked in a decade, played 'eating sushi' with their
underage daughter? Fuck and damnation. He picked up the scotch and took
a big gulp.
"When did you and mummy start playing 'eating sushi', Giselle?"
"Um... last year. Are you mad daddy?" Giselle asked worriedly, seeing
her father's strange expression.
Aristides looked at Giselle and said, "No honey, I'm not mad. I'm just
annoyed mummy left me out of the game."
"Heehee... but you don't have a 'sushi' for me to eat, daddy," Giselle
pointed out preciously as she took the glass from Daddy's hand and
finished it.
"Boys and girls don't play 'eating sushi', dear. We eat 'surf and turf
' instead."
"As in ..fi... fish and meat?" she asked quizzically, then her eyes
brightened.
"Ooo... Thash so cool, daddy..... can we play? Pleeaassh...can we play?
Pleaseee..." she said, slurring slightly as the scotch made its effect
on her known.
"You sure, sweetheart? It's a grown-up sort of game..." Aristides
softly said in her ear as he nuzzled the delicate lobes, enjoying the
fineness of her skin on his lips. Her thin legs
straddled daddy, her back leaning against his strong chest.
His hand trembled slightly as he
rubbed her tummy through the thin, silky babydoll's she was wearing -
he often gave her tummy rubs which she loved - but
this time, the circle his hand made grew larger and larger. Soon, he
was rubbing her chest as well; molding the smallish breasts - firm and
still growing - in
his large palms.
"Yesh... yessh... daddy... I wanna play..." Giselle
purred as her daddy's hands pampered and spoiled her.
"Show daddy your sushi, angel."
Giselle used both hands to slowly pull up her nightie, her tush snug in
their panties; a perfect camel-toe had formed, showing off her smooth
and plump sushi rolls.
Aristides groaned. He reached down and pulled open his bathrobe. The
meat
was served - it popped out from its hiding place, a large red stalk
springing up between Giselle's legs. Her legs perfectly framing his
meat and, just inches away, her sushi. Her white,
creamy thighs were the serving platter that perfectly presented thiner
dish of 'surf and turf ala daddy-daughter'.
Giselle regarded the meal with widened eyes. She knew daddy was big -
she'd
seen him under his swimming trunks and she felt him every time she sat
and wriggled on his lap - but this was HUGE. The entire package - the
angry red serpent, the large, heavy sacs, the coarse, black hairs - it
was masculine, powerful, warlike.
She scooted backwards, nervously shying away like a skittish mare,
pushing her tight bottom buns into Aristides' pubic bone.
"Don't be afraid, sweetheart... see? he's waving to you," Aristides
said. The large sausage waved and jumped. Giselle giggled as it
twitched and brushed against her creamy thigh skin. She reached out and
gingerly petted it.
Aristides' own fingers began to massage his darling daughter's little
girlhood through her panties whilst she was preoccupied with patting
and stroking his manhood. His fingers pushed past her last line of
defense and reached under the fabric. Giselle stiffened as his fingers
gently explored her bare skin. He pried open her closed lips and made a
pleasant
discovery - she dry on the outside, but underneath, it was soaked and
sopping already.
"Oooo..." Giselle wiggled her bum to adjust to the invading digit.
Daddy's fingers collected the honey from her moist insides and began
depositing them on her outer petals. Tingles and warmth spread over her
as he worked and massaged the honey onto her girlish parts - she
especially liked it when he rubbed the moisturizing girl-cream into the
little protective hood and its hidden treasure. Aristides' fingers
encircled his little girl's emerging bud whilst his other hand
pleasured the other two pink nubbins that capped her teenage tit-flesh.
Her eyes were closed as electric fire tortured her soul. She had
forgotten how daddy's stalk had seemed scary earlier; now, her two
hands were gripping it hard, her knuckles white as she used it to keep
her balance as the sparks that shot through her veins made her buck
wildly, threatening to unseat her from her precarious perch on daddy's
thighs.
A tight ripping sound - in his eagerness to delve into daughter's
sucking hole, Aristides' strong hands accidentally ripped her panties.
He pulled the useless cloth away and on impulse, pressed it to his
nose, inhaling deeply. Giselle giggled and Aristides almost cursed
himself for his stupidity - what was he doing with her panties when the
original was here? The Source of the scents and fluids that he loved
were right there - his fingers were embedded in it.
With a low growl, he lifted Giselle's whole body like she was
weightless. He turned her around and seated her on his shoulders, his
mouth level with her crotch. It was a sight - Aristides still on the
armchair, his daughter lifted high on his shoulders, her crotch pressed
into his face and her legs tightly encircling his neck as she clung on
for dear life.
"Daadddy!" she squealed - it didn't feel too safe perched up on high
even though daddy's strong arms and shoulders gave a measure of
security. And the door was unlocked! Even though no one - except
herself - ever dared to disturb Aristides when he was closeted in his
study, there was still a possibility of some urgent matter that would
cause mummy or one of the servants to come knocking.
But Aristides would have no dissent from her. His rough, rasping tongue
bathed her pink petals with tender loving care. She squirmed and
wriggled as he tasted and tongue-raped her but his arms were like steel
cords, binding and trapping her.
"Ooooh.... oh...oh.... daddy.... ohhhhhh... da..da......oooooooh" Giselle forgot all the
words her expensive private school education had taught her, she only
had two left in her vocabulary. She cooed like a happy baby as
father gave her a literal tongue lashing.
His hands were squeezing her tushy, loving her silky flesh. Her teenage
asscheeks were tight and small, riding high on her waist. And his
fingers broke all taboos as they crept into the cleft and stroked
her silky nether sphincter, enjoying the wrinkled and puckered feel of
the flesh there. Aristides groaned in pleasure as he saw Giselle's
delicate little maidenhood, whole and unbroken - he thought about
Elizabeth; the cherry he would never have; the one that got away. This one wasn't going to get away,
he was sure of it.
Aristides' long, squirming tongue found a new favourite; he wriggled
the tip against her tiny pee opening. "Nooooo.... dada.... no... not
there... noooooo...." Giselle bucked wildly; oh gawd, his tongue
abusing her sensitive urethral opening made all her muscles turn to
putty. She was.. she was beginning to feel a familiar sensation. Her
eyes opened in fear. "Daddddy.... not there.. not there... I'm going
to... to pee if you continue!" she urgently said, her voice shaky.
Her warning unheeded, Aristides circled her pee hole insistently with
his tongue as his upper lip mashed and ground into her pleasure pearl
at the same time. Giselle's jaw dropped as she felt the need to pee and
the urge to cum at the same time. Her hands clutched daddy's head
tightly and she pushed her coochie into his face.
"UUUUUUHHHHHHHH.... NOOOOOO..... NOOOO.... UHHHHHHH..... " This
couldn't be happening. Her pee and cum ejected into daddy's hungry
mouth in strong spurts and bursts. Every spasm that rocked her body
sent a fresh squirt. Was it pee? Was it cum? Both? She blushed hotly at
the naughty thought of her pee trickling down daddy's throat. Giselle's
pleasure
peaked as daddy devoured her little sushi. Daddy was giving her the
best cum
in her short life. Aristides too had been more than a little surprised
when his darling daughter ejaculated into his mouth - he thought it was
the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him.
As she came down from the mountain tops of pleasure, Aristides lowered
her shaking body into his lap again. She threw her arms around him and
hugged
him tightly. "Daddy, you're the best," she said and kissed him on the
mouth. She could taste herself - her sushi wasn't fishy at all, she
thought. Aristides gave a low groan. His throbbing shaft was caught
between their embrace, rubbing against her tummy whilst her wet coochie
caressed his balls. Catching the look of pleasure on daddy's face,
Giselle started sliding her body against his, rubbing his rod with her
tummy. She smiled impishly, "You like, daddy?"
"Mmmmmm.... yes sweetheart. Now, it's your turn to eat?"
Giselle nodded and slid off his lap and onto the plush carpet. Her head
between his thighs, she had her first close look at the gourmet sausage
she was having for dinner.
"Go on honey. Try kissing it first," Aristides told her. She looked up
at him admiringly. Daddy was so strong, so big, so masculine;
not like the thin and weedy boys she went to school with.
As she leaned towards him, her straight, butt-length blonde locks
cascaded over daddy's thighs, knees and calves, a feathery caress that
made him burn. She puckered up and planted a wet, sopping kiss right at
the tip. She heard daddy gasp in pleasure and her heart beat faster at
the sound. She ran kisses up and down all nine-inches of pulsing flesh
- these were no quick, sisterly pecks; she was giving father a good
frenching with plenty of tongue. She didn't leave an inch untouched.
She covered it with saliva, exploring the nooks and crannies, ridges
and veins with her pink tongue. She explored under his retracted skin,
tasting and sampling the swollen red crown of his glans. He was musky
and spicy - this was veal sausage, with spices - it was top-grade
salami, her discerning senses could tell.
She didn't need to be told to put the whole length of meat into her
mouth. She sucked it and pumped it in and out instinctively. She just
liked to feel it moving and rubbing against her lips, running over her
tongue. It was meaty and salty, musky and tangy. She felt it bump into
the back of her mouth. Holding it there, she swallowed - her saliva had
been pooling in her mouth and she didn't want it to start dripping out!
But as she did that, her throat tightened on
daddy's thick Bockwurst sausage and pulled it in an inch. She was
startled and almost gagged but she repressed her gagging reflex and
quickly calmed down.
She heard an appreciative groan that
told her Daddy liked it. So she held him deep in her mouth; the tip
pressing into her throat as she swallowed repeatedly. Looking upwards
as she did it she saw daddy's blissful expression - eyes closed, head
leaning back, a half-smile on his face. Yearning to please,
she pushed it deeper as she swallowed, letting her throat muscles
squeeze him; she repressed the gag reflex with difficulty and she had
to concentrate on breathing through her nose, but the look on daddy's
face was worth it all. Each time she swallowed, her throat muscles
involuntarily pulled daddy further into her young throat. But she
persevered - she wanted to give daddy as much fun as he had given her.
Deeper and deeper went the sausage as she used her throat to milk and
massage, each time she swallowed, the action pulled him further into
the tight, sucking tunnel.
When Aristides felt something bump into his pubes, he opened his eyes.
He looked down in utter amazement. His young
daughter had taken all
nine-inches in her throat! Heck, her mother couldn't even take eight up
her cunt but Giselle's nose was already pressing into his pubes as he
penetrated deep into her throat. He asked with rising concern, "Are you
alright honey?" He wasn't sure this was possible. What if his precious
angel choked? He wanted to pull her head off his cock immediately.
"Mggghhh.. ngh... mff" her throat vibrated deliciously. She couldn't
nod her head properly and she couldn't talk either. So she looked up
with her big eyes and gave him a wink. Aristides nearly came on the
spot. The corners of her stuffed mouth went up at his obvious pleasure.
She swallowed as hard as she could.
"Ohhhhhh.... Stop! Stop!!" Aristides did his best to hold back - he was
afraid she would choke if he came in her throat. He clenched his pelvic
muscles as she swallowed hard on all nine-inches of his giant poker. He
succeeded only in part - only one spurt escaped his penis before his
cock muscles closed up tightly and refused to let the rest of his sperm
fly into his daughter's belly.
But that one spurt that did escape undid all his hard work. It dribbled
down Giselle's gullet and the ticklish sensation
of daddy's cum in her throat made Giselle cough. The pressure on
Aristides' cock increased tenfold and her throat
muscles pumped his sperm straight out of his sacs and into her belly.
"AHHHHHHHHHH....I can't
stop baby! I can't!!!.... ARRGGHHHHHHHH!"
In vain, his pelvic muscles struggled to hold back the inevitable
deluge. He erupted in a scalding rain of sticky
white sperm; injecting
it deep into her, the spurting fluids flying straight down her throat
and into her tummy. Aristides pumped his daughter full of his virile
sperm, filling her tummy completely. Giselle struggled to breathe.
Finally, the torrent ceased. Sliding out slowly,
very slowly, she finally pulled daddy's salami out.
She exhaled loudly and gave a little cough. Aristides pulled her up to
sit on his thighs and anxiously asked her if
her jaw and throat felt okay. She assured him it wasn't too bad, her
jaw was just a little tired and stretched. He kissed her precious
mouth, "I was worried! I thought you were going to choke yourself."
"I'm alright daddy!" she said.
"I'm so proud of you honey. No one's
ever been able to do that! You're the first in the world, little
angel." Giselle glowed with pride.
"Mummy's never done that either?"
Aristides snorted in laughter. "No, mummy certainly won't let daddy's
meat anywhere near her mouth."
"Oh, ok. Um.... daddy? You and mummy haven't made love for a long, long
time have you?" she asked.
Aristides shook his head with a sigh. There wasn't any point covering
it up. Giselle would know - for as long as she remembered, daddy and
mummy slept in separate rooms.
"Hmm... I think I will need to have a talk with your mummy about this
sushi
eating though," Aristides said suddenly. How could she deny her husband
her cunt and give it to her daughter!
"Don't!" she said, "Umm... I mean.... can't we keep this our little
secret?"
"Well... if you two have been eating sushi together and you and I have
been eating our daddy-daughter surf and turf, we ought to have a family
dinner altogether sometime, no?"
She giggled girlishly,
"Umm... not really.....umm... maybe we can just have our surf and turf
and not tell mummy...?"
"Sweetheart, "he began, looking very carefully at her. "Is there
something you should be telling me?"
"Ummm.... " She fidgeted and nervously twisted
her hair with her fingers. "Umm... I
was ... I was ...only joking daddy.... you didn't think mummy would
really... oh
gawd... heheheehe...." she giggled at the thought of her prim and
proper mother eating her sushi.
Aristides' jaw dropped. "You mean....."
She nodded impishly and playfully batted her
long lashes at him. He was lost for words. He
looked at his little
angel for a long time, not knowing what to say.
Her expression became serious, "I thought .... I thought it would
finally get you to
do something, daddy."
"Do something?"
"You're always.. always just watching and watching me, and I
know what you're thinking as you look. But you never do anything about it."
"You mean you wanted me to...." he stammered, stunned. She nodded
shyly.
Aristides hugged her warm, slender body tenderly.
He didn't know what to say. His angel had understood him perfectly all
this time.
After a long while, he suddenly said, "Young lady, you
know what lying to your father means don't you?"
Giselle stiffened at the sudden sternness in her daddy's voice.
"Daddy.... you don't mean... you mean I'm gonna get a ...."
"Yes, Giselle. You know what to do."
"Yes... yes, daddy," she said obediently. The last time daddy had
spanked her
was when she was twelve. It had been two years since but she remembered
how it went. "Pleasee daddy? Do we have to??" she pleaded.
"You know the rules, young lady. I'm pleased with you tonight but the
rules are the rules. I promise I won't hit too hard," he replied.
Aristides ran a tight household. He brought up his little girl the
right way. Any disobedience or lying to his daddy and it was across his
knee straightaway.
Giselle both regretted and also most definitely did not regret her little 'joke'. She
regretted that she was being spanked. But the results of her lie made
her so happy- she had never felt this close to daddy before. Now they
were so close... so intimate...
Spankings in the Aristides household were done nude. She slipped her
nightie over her head and left it on a heap on the floor. Aristides
looked at her slender naked form appreciatively. The ballet lessons and
all the swimming she did in their pool were doing her good. Her poise
was elegant and ladylike. Her body toned and taut. A light tan graced
her skin. And her straight and lustrous blond locks fell like a
shimmering waterfall down her back until it partially hid her
buttcheeks. And she was blushing slightly because daddy hadn't seen her
in her birthday suit since her last spanking two years ago. Back then,
her chest was completely flat - now her mounds rose proudly. But she
still had some way to go in that department and she wasn't sure if
daddy was satisfied with her there. She stood there self-consciously as
daddy drank in her form.
He finally beckoned and she obediently lay down over his lap. The only
difference from all the other times she'd been spanked was that this
time, daddy was half-naked too. His bathrobe hung open and his large
package pressed into her cunny as she lay across his hairy thighs. It
elicited memories of the delightful feelings that daddy had given her
earlier as he ate her sushi. She closed her legs tightly, it
embarrassed her to let daddy see her anus.
Aristides stroked her bum gently, admiring its taut bounciness. "Are
you ready, Giselle?"
She nodded, bracing herself.
Smack!
"Ah!" she cried,
more from shock than pain as daddy's hand reddened her upturned rump.
The flesh jiggled and her skin began to redden.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
She jumped and bounced as daddy's hand began to warm up her little
buns. He was gentle with her this time, he wasn't hitting very hard, as
he had promised. But it still stung. A warm fire spread across her
tenderized rump.
As she bucked and squirmed, daddy's other hand reached down to hold her
still - he held her by her young titties. He was mauling and molesting
them actually; rolling the flesh about in his hands, kneading them
roughly and making them deform in his hands. Giselle moaned and
wriggled as he punished all four fleshy mounds with his large, manly
hands.
Her legs fell open involuntarily. SMACK!
Her whole body stiffened and her climax ambushed her - it surged
through her unannounced - as daddy's hand fell not on her heated rump,
but on her sensitive cunny, his palm punishing her tender lips whilst
the tips of his fingers struck her clitty. He had struck with
considerably less force than what her buns had endured, but her
hypersensitive privates caused a tidal wave of pleasure-pain that
totally destroyed and swept away her young senses. She screamed,
her voice bouncing off the oak-paneled walls - but no one would hear
her,
Aristides' study was sound proofed because he often held secret
discussions in here.
She sobbed and wailed as daddy punished her reddened, weeping cunny.
His smacks were gentle but every one of them gave rise to a
kaleidoscopic burst of pleasure that ripped through her. Her legs had
long since fallen wide apart as she unconsciously presented herself to
daddy for her spanking. He tenderly spanked his daughter along her
cunny, paying special care to tap her clitty with extra gentleness,
working along her lips until he reached her little anal rosette, which
he also spanked with loving care.
Finally, when she thought she could take it no longer, when she thought
she would die, her daddy stopped. He lifted her up and hugged her, his
hands now tenderly massaging her abused parts. She sobbed and wept, her
body shaking in his arms. He kissed the tears away from her face,
kissed her swollen lips, her nose, her delicate neck.
He pulled her up so that she squatted over him - he wanted to kiss her
breasts. His
fingers had left marks there where he had groped her mercilessly. She
thrust herself towards his questing mouth as he kissed her little
titties better. He nursed on his daughter's nipples, making her moan
and gasp. Her nipples were very sensitive. And as daddy turned his
attention to them, Giselle could feel her orgasm rising again. Yes...
yes... she thought.... suck them, daddy.... Suddenly he bit the pink
caps, his teeth exerting a light pressure on the erect buds. Giselle
blossomed into the n-th orgasm of the night.
And then it happened. Squatting there with her mounds level with
daddy's mouth, her knees buckled as the climax overwhelmed her. She
scrabbled for a grip as she fell, but daddy's muscled chest was all
sweaty and slippery. Her melted under her and before Aristides had a
chance to catch her, her vestal cuntal lips kissed the angry purple
bulb of his tool. Both of them cried out in
surprise as she slipped
and fell - right onto daddy's monstrous baby maker.
It seemed to happen in slow motion as Aristides
helplessly watched his daughter's petals spread like a blossoming rose;
wrapping themselves around his cock head, distended and stretched by
the giant knob. Inch after inch, her fiery snatch rapidly swallowed
daddy's fuck tool, her canal stretching impossibly; the colossal pillar
shredding her maidenhood completely. Her weight caused her to bear down
on it unstoppably until with a bump, daddy bottomed out inside his
precious angel's slot.
Giselle screamed - a high-pitched note that made the guard dogs in
their kennels half a mile away sit up. Daddy completely split her in
two. She was torn asunder, she was sure. Impaled. Skewered. Lanced. But
her orgasm, which was the reason she fell, just exploded in an
unstoppable surge, magnified and
amplified by the extreme sensations from her tortured crotch. Somewhere
at the back of her mind, she registered pain, but her climax swept it
out of the door and overloaded every
nerve with pleasure - her brain exploded in tortured paroxysms of
sublime ecstasy.
As the force of gravity and her own weight mated father and daughter,
Aristides nearly died. The tightness that enveloped him as Giselle
speared herself on him nearly broke his cock. His own scream was a low
growl that was muffled by her hair. Recovering quickly, he found his
little girl weeping like the end of the world had come, sobs raking her
body as she helplessly clung to him, impaled on his nine-inches - well
seven of the nine anyway; only her cervix stopped the rest from getting
in.
He panicked. He thought he'd killed his daughter. Not even his wife
could stomach his nine-inch long and thick-as-a-baby's-wrist monster.
And he'd just rammed it all up his virgin daughter. He grasped her hips
and attempted to lift her off him. The sensation of daddy's giant snake
sliding backwards along her canal blasted Giselle's shattered mind. She
went wild
as the orgasm reached another peak, her arms thrashing, making
Aristides lose his grip!
Again, she fell, impaling herself even
deeper. She threw her head back and howled. Aristides' hands shook as
he quickly lifted her off again. "Don't struggle baby!' he said; he
feared dropping her on his cannon again would kill her. This
time, he almost got
all of her off his penis. But just as the head reached her entrance,
she pulled his hands away with almost frantic desperation.
"Nooooo... noooo... don't take it out, daddy!" She cried and plonked
down
hard on daddy's lap once more. Her limbs thrashed wildly, and her
entire body spasmed and twitched, every tendon and muscle taut and
quivering like a drawn bowstring.
Aristides
thought he must have heard wrongly. "Baby, are you badly hurt?
Let daddy get you off me... stay still....
don't move.." he said, his voice shaky.
"No... no... don't ahhhhhh.. don't take it out.... pleasee... dadddy...
ahhhh.... fff... ffucckk me...." she whined; she almost couldn't bring
herself to say the 'f' word, but she needed it so much, she would die
if daddy didn't give her the good fucking she needed. Every fibre in
Aristides wanted to give her exactly what she asked for. He didn't want
to
pull out, even though his better judgment told him to. He wanted to
fuck his little angel right here as she straddled the same knees that
had dandled her when she was a little girl. She was still his little
girl. But she'd also grown into the most adorable
and fuckable woman in the
world.
Aristides groaned as she milked him. He got up from the chair, his arms
still holding her as she was tightly impaled on him, and he laid her
down tenderly on the thick, furry rug on the floor, their bodies still
connected. he parted her thin legs as far as he could - he thought
this position would cause her to open wider; so that it would be easier
for her to take him inside.
"Are you sure, angel?" he asked. He desperately wanted to do what his
daughter was asking. But he feared hurting her.
"YESSS!!! Dadddyyy.... fffuck me.... nowww" she said, her large brown
eyes pleading. Her little cunny felt like it was torn. But the
dull ache was throbbing in the hazy, distant background. What was
foremost in her
now was a raging fire. The orgasm that would not stop. That kept
increasing and heightening. The peaks that got higher and higher.
Stronger and stronger. The
climax that was going to rise till it escaped orbit. Until she blacked
out and died.
"Yeeeeesssssssssssssssss...." she
hissed as daddy began pumping in and out slowly. Every inch was pure
pleasure. Every ridge and bump made her wiggle her butt in delight.
It was pure agony. Pure liquid ecstasy.
As it became apparent that she was dying from pleasure and not just
dying, Aristides soon began to pumped his meat into his daughter's
sushi with greater gusto. The surf and turf
combination was complete now. And her sauces drizzled over it, making
it all the more delectable. The final ingredient to this recipe was now
his baby making sperm...
Aristides pistoned into his darling's honeyed cunt. His own daughter
was cumming uncontrollably on his salami as he raped and distended that
virgin flower. Daddy's nine-inches finally pressed in completely, their
pubes lightly bumping together, mashing her little clitty into another
dazzling burst of pleasure. Aristides felt himself slide past her cervix, into the inner
depths, where he exploded into her fertile womb. As Giselle felt
daddy's scalding seed coat her insides, she finally reached Everest's
peak. She bit down hard on
his shoulder, marking him as the stallion that had mated her sex.
"Ahhhhhhhhh... that's it, Giselle, cum on daddy's cock, cum hard on
daddy's cock....that's right sweet angel... let it all go...." he
stroked her hair as she whined a wordless whimper that spoke of her
satisfaction, her sweetness, her completeness.
They lay side by side, panting,
on the rug for a long time. Sweaty and
sated. Almost an hour, they rested, snuggled together. The door had
been unlocked all this while. Aristides held her head close to him,
smelling her hair as he sighed contentedly. He was glad the deal with
Black had not worked out. What did he want Elizabeth for? The only
woman he ever wanted was his own little angel, Giselle.
Giselle too lay
in her daddy's arms, resting from her exertions and still pleasantly
buzzing from the scotch and the orgasm. She was completely blown away
by the pleasure
of fucking daddy's long, thick cock. She couldn't wait to feel it
inside her again. She did not know at this point, but she would
later became so used to daddy's meat that nothing under eight inches
ever satisfied her again. Long after she had grown up and married a
sweet, dear man, she would still return thrice weekly to visit daddy.
And
they would spend many a afternoon lunching on surf and turf whilst her
husband was away at work, blissfully unaware.
The antique clock in the corner struck ten. Giselle disentangled her
sweaty self from daddy's arms and sat up. She pecked him on the cheek.
"G'night daddy.... I've got school
tomorrow, remember? I should sleep soon."
She pulled on her nightie and picked up her ripped up cotton panties -
completely unusable.
"Oh daddy," she said, turning back to speak as she started for the
door. "If you want my panties
just ask ok? I hate having to wait for a week before my favourite ones
finally get washed with the laundry. You can keep this one for the
moment, I won't be needing it."
A white, scrunched up ball hit Aristides on the nose and Giselle
skipped happily from the room.
All's well that ends well,
thought David to himself as he left Aristides' mind.