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                              To Much Tequila

                               A Short Story

                                 Author Ben

                               [Little Devil]

It was one of those nights.

We finally got to bed and my wife gets a call. It's her mother. She lives
about half an hour away and has been going down hill lately. She's on
oxygen, taking pills, seeing doctors two, three times a week, yet 10:30 at
night she's having trouble breathing. It's not the first time Glanda has
run down there to spend the night with her. She grabs a few things, kisses
me good-by, and drives off reminding me to keep my ear up for our daughter
Michelle to get home about midnight.

Michelle is 14 and a great kid even for an only child. Sure she's probably
spoiled and has been around more adults than kids, but she gets high grades
and is active in school. She's at a friends house for a party. At her age
we don't let her date and the kids just seem to run around together. Not a
lot of going steady but just a mix of kids being kids. No problems.

That's what I thought when the phone ran about 11:30. The police said they
had a complaint of loud music and when they investigated found a lot of
underage drinking.

They wanted me to come to the house and pick up Michelle. I was mad,
disappointed, worried all at the same time. One advantage of a small town
is the police don't arrest everything that moves, they deal with the people
and they try to help.

I arrived as other parents I recognized picked up their kids. Most were
pretty drunk. Apparently the girl having the party had the house to herself
and after drinking all her parents booze some older teens brought three
liters of Tequila.

Michelle was slumped on the front stairs near a cop and was far to drunk to
worry how mad I might be at her. I thanked the officer and helped her
stand. She was like a sack of potatoes, just dead weight. Down she went. I
scooped her up and carried her to the pick-up but as we approached the
door, she got sick Really sick. All over her blouse, shorts, in her hair,
it was awful. It's not that I have no compassion but I did an about face
and put her in the back of the truck. It was a warm night and she would be
fine for the short ride.

By the time we got home she had puked again and rolled in it. Nice. I
picked her up and through her 98 pounds over my shoulder and walked to the
back door. Before we reached the door she did it again and I felt a warm
feeling on my back and pant leg.

Into the house we went. I took her right to the bathroom and lowered her
ungracefully into the tub. She looked terrible. Her shoulder length light
brown hair colored with traces of dinner and heaven knows what else. I
turned on the water, got the right temperature, and switched on the shower.
She just laid there, arms on the sides of the tub and her head back against
the wall with glazed eyes. The water washed away most of the mess and smell
and I started to remove her clothes. I pulled her blouse over her head
putting more junk on her face and hair. It rinsed away as I tossed the
blouse to the floor. Her little bra had a front clasp and that joined her
blouse on floor. I guess I hadn't been paying much attention to her lately.
She had really matured. Here pert little breasts were about the size of my
cupped hand. Her nipples were tiny and pink. Her head flopped forward
spoiling my view as she slid further down the tub from a sitting to a fully
reclined position. I unsnapped her disgusting shorts and wiggled them down
her hips. Her panties started to go with them so I rolled them together.
Her little bush came into view as I kept pushing her shorts down to her
shoes. First the left, then right shoe, went off and onto the floor so I
could slide the shorts and panties over her feet.

She looked beautiful, my naked little drowned rat. I thought I was too mad
to be aroused but the bulge in my pants had a mind of its own. I unhooked
the flexible shower head and dialed a harder spray to wash away the rest of
the junk from her body. Rolling her from side to side I was able to clean
off the back of her hair and body. What a cute little butt!

Bringing the water around to the front the spray jetted her nipples, first
one, then the other responded by popping up smartly. Apparently not all her
senses were shut down. For my own amusement and not because it needed any
special washing, I aimed the spray at her pubs. She responded with a moan
and her feet rolled apart letting more of the spray hit her sex. I
wondered, if, in a girl this young, her clit would even be visible. The
thought of my own desire maddened me but I argued that if she wouldn't have
gotten puking drunk this won't be happening!

I striped off my own dirty shirt, pants, and shoes, to let the tell-tale
bulge in my pants get more freedom and improve the quality of air from the
smell. Again, with the spray, I continued my experiment. I switched to a
pulsing jet and aimed at her pussy. Reflexes were excellent. Her little
hips rolled up and met the throbbing spray. I moved it closer and she
started slowing pumping her hips into the intruding water. This was too
much. I had to stop.

Back to the task at hand, I grabbed the shampoo and gave her a good
lathering followed by a rinse with the spray. Then a soapy wash cloth
whisked over her face and neck, shoulders and arms. Another good spray
washed away the suds. With more lather I washed her body, those tender buds
blushing with blood as they sprang to life. Down the flat of her tummy and
between those lovely legs I lingered with a little pressure as I washed
those sweet lips. I sprayed her off and admired my work. Her sex was
visibly open through the wet public hair and I slid my hand gently over her
mound letting my finger linger on her cunt. Moving lightly over the
entrance, I wondered if it was still soap or her own sweet juice that
lubricated my finger. I dare not continue.

Turning off the water I pulled her up and propped her in a sitting position
on the cloths hamper while I dried her hair. I pulled her forward to dry
her back then pushed her to the wall to rub those rosie nipples and her
belly. I knelt down to dry her legs and found myself eye level with a
vision of beauty. Her knees were spread the width of my shoulders and it is
all a father could do to go on drying her legs.

I picked her up, this time in my arms, not over my shoulder, and with more
love (or lust) than anger. Gently I sat her on the edge of her bed and
grabbed a can of powder that was on her dresser. I sprinkled her back and
rubbed in the powder to dry what the towel missed. Then I leaned her back
and rubbed her small breasts and stomach the same way. Pulling a T shirt
from her drawer, I pulled her head through and dragged out her arms. My
fatherly duty almost complete, I lowered her flat on the bed with her head
on the pillow. As I covered her I couldn't help noticing her pink pussy
just below the bottom of the shirt. I backed away and she jolted up. Her
left hand reached out grabbing the front of my shorts, The back of her hand
brushed by swollen member and she said,

"The room ish spinning, don't leave me."

"Well, at least you're talking. I'm not to happy with you young lady but
we'll discuss that in the morning when you have all your wits about you. I
know what you're going through. How do you feel?"

"Everyfring ish shpinning."

"Just put one foot on the floor. Don't close your eyes. I'll be right
here."

She placed her left foot on the floor opening her legs to an amazing view
of delicate pink, light brown hair and white sheet between her thighs. I
opted for the other side of the bed where the view was restricted. There I
sat with her, my hand on her thigh. I turned out the light waiting for her
to drift asleep. She flopped her arm around my waist and into my lap. Her
open finger tips lightly touched my pole.

"Jer sure hard" she blurted..

"And you're drunk" I came back, "Now go to sleep."

"I can't sleep wiff my foot down dare. You lay down too. I wanna sleep on
my stomach."

Not wanting to argue with a drunk, I slid down next to her. She rolled over
bringing her left leg from the floor to right between my legs. Her head was
on my chest and she lay half on top of me. I didn't move and she seemed to
quiet. I thought she was about to fall asleep when I felt a light grinding
of pubic hair on my leg just above my knee. She kept it going for what
seemed 3 or 4 minutes but I'm not sure. I felt her wetness on my leg but I
didn't move. Her breathing quickened as she continued to pump hard against
my leg.

I thought I was going to explode my load just watching and feeling her
masturbate against me in her sleep. I had to wake her. "Michelle" I said
softly and put my hand on her bum to give her a gentle shake. "Wake up
Babe, your dreaming."

"Oh yes, your right about that, and now you know what I've been dreaming
about."

I don't know weather it was what she said or the fact that she said it
without slurring that surprised me most . Before I could answer, her hands
quickly slid off my shorts.. She glided up my body, kissed me and said "I
want you to be in my dream Daddy."

"Michelle this isn't right." I protested.

"I know what I want, now shh, and hold me." She slid down a little till my
cock was right against her pussy and picked up her rhythm again. I'm not
sure which of us was wetter but the tip of my prick entered her lovely
pussy lips. In and out, in and out, just the tip till I thought I would
blow my load. The pressure was unbelievable, like a tight ring on the tip
of my cock. She pushed her body lower drawing in about two inches of me and
now I joined her in this ancient and forbidden dance. Her breathing was
fast and heavy when she pushed herself up on her arms and off my body
almost to a sitting position. She kept driving. Her eyes were closed, her
mouth open. She lowered herself down another inch and let out a painful
"eehhhh." She pierced though her hymen and became a woman.

Michelle continued her ride and after the ripping pain stopped, she used
nearly the length of my rod with each thrust. My hands cupped her breasts
and pinched her nipples. For the first time she opened her eyes and grinned
with the look of pride in her accomplishment. I'm not sure if it was giving
up her cherry or dominating her father that gave her the satisfaction. I
felt her tiring, and rightly so. She was on top doing all the work.. I
pulled her to my chest and rolled over on top of her slim body. My pole
slipped out but with a deft hand she quickly guided me back into her hole.
Now it was my turn and after reestablishing her rhythm. I gave her the full
length of my shaft. My balls slapped her thighs and our pubic mounds
smacked with each drive. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. She closed
her eyes and slid hands tightly around my ass.

"Michelle I'm going to cum," I announced. "Give it to me now" she gasped
loudly.

I decided not to fill her snatch so I pulled out pumped what felt like a
litre of hot cum from her belly to her chin. Her hands quickly went to my
load and she rubbed it all around her stomach, and breasts. The glob on her
chin she wiped with her hand and licked with her pink tongue before
grabbing me and pulling me to her for a deep soul kiss.

We lay there for a few moments till our breathing slowed.

She was the first to speak. "Thank you, that was the most fantastic feeling
in the world!"

"Are you sure you're OK?"

"Just exhausted."

"In the morning you're going to be a little sore and have a bad hang over.
We'll get a quick shower and I'll get you some aspirin."

"It's almost morning already. I'll take the aspirin, but I don't think I
was as drunk as you think. When I saw Mom's car wasn't here, I figured she
was with Gramma again, so I was half pretending."

"You little fox! Well you're still going to be grounded for that little
party. After all, you know your mother will hear about it from the other
kids parents. How long should we keep you down?"

" I don't know, at least until Mom goes to Grandma's again!"

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