"'The next afternoon, Amber expectantly straightened her pleated red-and-white cheerleader skirt, then rang Sean's doorbell.'"

Maggie was lying across Michael's little single bed in his "old" berth, where they had sequestered themselves from the bustle of the common room. She had his tablet balanced on her stomach while she read. "'She was shocked to see his wife, Tiffany, answer the door.' Wait," Maggie exclaimed, looking up at Michael, "Sean's married?!? He has a wife?!?"

"So it seems..." Michael answered.

"But..." The girl looked back down at the tablet, scrunching her little nose in disgust. "What an asshole!"

"Why's that?"

"He's married! And he's been fucking Amber behind his wife's back!" When Michael just looked at her, without saying anything, she defensively replied to his silence, "It's different!"

"What's different?" he asked.

"You and me. We're different."

"True. You're not a cute cheerleader."

She gave him a perused-lipped smirk. "I can dress like a cheerleader, if you want."

"Nah, I only want a real cheerleader."

"Rah rah rah," she said, sitting up and pretending to shake some pompoms.

"That's hot!" Michael said. "Too bad you don't have a skirt on like Amber."

"And no panties underneath?" she grinned.

"Mmm... That's so sexy."

"You're just like Sean!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" she said with a teasing smile. "You'd love to fuck me if I had a cheerleader skirt and no panties!"

"No I wouldn't! You just said that married guys are assholes if they fuck a girl behind their wife's back."

Maggie honestly looked hurt when Michael said that.

"I'm sorry, Maggie," he said. "I'm just..."

"It's different," she said defiantly again.

"I know. I was just..."

"Sean hardly even knows this stupid cheerleader. He just wants to fuck her..."

"I know, I was just teasing..." Michael tried to haul himself out of the hole he'd dug.

"...But you, you're my Daddy, and you love me. We love each other."

"Totally, baby, totally!"

"Besides, we haven't even, you know, we've hardly done anything. So it's not like we're going behind Mama's back. Not like Sean is."

Michael nodded in agreement, trying, probably unsuccessfully, to hide his skeptical look.

"It's just... I'm worried that Mama would be mad."

"Yeah. But she did tell me that she's okay with... with us, with what we do, so long as I don't pressure you or anything."

"She did? You guys talked about it?!?" Maggie's eyes went wide with embarrassment--although an astute observer would have noticed that a little smile had replaced the defiant, and somewhat unhappy, frown that had clouded her beautiful face for the last few minutes of this conversation.

"Don't be embarrassed, Maggie..."

"I'm not," she said. "It's just... So, she's not mad about it?"

"Well... I didn't tell her everything. I haven't told her that we're reading an erotic story..."

"What does she mean, about you not pressuring me?"

"I don't know, like, sometimes, men--older men, like, they put pressure on a girl, to make her do what they want."

"To make her, like, have sex?"

"Right."

"But you don't pressure me at all. We haven't even had sex."

"Right."

"So Mama can't be mad at you or anything, then, right?"

"Right."

"So, see?" Maggie said with the same air of defiance, now unmistakably twinged with a self-assured smile. "We aren't going behind her back at all!"

"I guess not."

"So you're not an asshole," she said, laying back down on the bed and putting Michael's tablet on her stomach again, "even if you do fuck me someday."

"I guess..."

"Now, I want to find out that happens to Amber!" She looked down at the tablet. "'"Amber!" Tiffany said. "Come in! Sean told me you'd be stopping by..."'"

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"So, Maggie was... awake, when we made love this morning."

Michael was standing in the water against the edge of the swimming pool; Robin was treading water in front of him, looking very shapely in her athletic swimming suit.

"Oh?" Robin said. "I'm not surprised. You were a little... enthusiastic."

"She touched me, while you and I were making love. She put her hand on my hip."

Robin looked at him, a bit squint-eyed, but then a smile broke across her face. "Oh my God that's so sweet! She wanted to be a part of it!"

"Yeah. I thought it was sweet, too. And... and then, I, like, lifted my leg, you know, to get a better position or whatever, and she... she moved her hand down, and under, and... And she touched my balls."

"Oh my God, she touched your balls? While you were fucking me?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus, that's so hot. What a little hussy my sweet innocent daughter has become!"

"I know, right?"

"You have that effect on the Carlyle ladies, I guess. I mean, on the Dubane ladies. You better be careful, or she's going to be wanting you to fuck her pretty soon."

"Yeah... She already told me that she wants to give me a blow job."

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"'Amber leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping the lemonade. The way Tiffany was looking at her was starting to make her feel a little uncomfortable. "So," Tiffany asked, "Did you have cheerleader practice today or something?"

'""Um, no, um, I mean, yeah," Amber stuttered her answer.' Oh I get it!" Maggie said. "She didn't actually have cheerleader practice. She put on the cheerleader outfit because she knows it turns Sean on."

"Right."

"Rah rah rah!" Maggie said with a gleam in her eye. Michael laughed. "I wish I had a cheerleader skirt. I'd totally wear it without any panties, just for you."

"That would be very hot."

"Speaking of hot, I think I should fast-forward to the good stuff!"

"You don't want to find out what happens with Sean's wife?"

"Not really. I want the juicy stuff!" Michael laughed pretty hard at that. "Oh, here we go! 'Then, while Tiffany stood watching, Sean sunk his thick throbbing fuckstick into the cheerleader's flowing quivering cunt...' Oh my gosh!"

"Yeah, it is a bit over the top."

"Yeah..."

"This guy's not a great writer."

"No? He seems pretty good to me. And I know your fuckstick throbs!" She had a big smile.

"It does?"

Maggie nodded, grinning. "Last night, when you ejaculated. It definitely throbbed."

"I think I've felt your pussy quiver."

"Did it quiver, when we were playing with it?"

"I think so," he nodded, "yeah."

"That's because I was thinking about your fuckstick."

Michael grinned. "You like calling him that?"

"Yeah! I feel sorta dirty, when is say it."

"I like it when you talk dirty."

She smiled. "My cunt quivers, when I think about your... your big strong thick hard hot throbbing fuckstick."

"Jesus, Maggie, that's so hot! You'd be good at writing erotica!"

She smiled some more. "Daddy's huge fuckstick was so powerful, so fat and swollen, that babygirl's soaking... um, uh, palpitating cunt, wanted, no, longed to have the full length of him inside her." Maggie grinned triumphantly when she finished that sentence.

"That's so good! We should write this down."

She sat up and smiled excitedly. "We can write our own dirty story!"

Michael took out his phone and started typing. "'...babygirl's soaking, palpitating..." he recited as he typed. "Palpitating's a good word."

"Thanks! I don't really know what it means."

"It's like a heartbeat. Like an excited heartbeat."

"Oh! Like my heart is beating in my cunt! That's exactly what it's like!"

"God you're so sexy! But 'cunt' isn't a good word, it's too vulgar."

"I like it. It's like 'fuckstick.' It makes me feel dirty when I say it. Cunt." She giggled. "Do you like my cunt, Daddy? Do you want to fuck my little cunt with your big manly fuckstick?" She giggled some more. "Writing naughty stories is fun!"

"You're awfully good at it," Michael said, typing away. "It's making my fuckstick get hard."

"It's making my cunt get wet and... and, palpitate, too. But you don't like the word 'cunt.'"

"No, it's not cute enough."

"Cute?"

"Right. We need a cute word."

"Like what?"

"Like 'kitten.'"

"Kitten? That is cute! 'Babygirl's kitten purred while Daddy's, um, lion roared.'"

Michael laughed. "Good! 'Daddy's lion roared,'" he recited, typing, "inside babygirl's little purring kitten.' I've always liked 'little lady.' 'Babygirl's little lady welcomed Daddy's gentleman inside her.'"

"Hmm...".she said with a giggle. "How about my 'little cheerleader?' Rah rah rah!"

"How about your 'little princess?'"

Her face lit up in a huge smile. "Oh, I like that! And if mine is a princess, that means that yours is a king! Because I'm your daughter!"

"Perfect!"

Maggie grinned, cheeks dimpled and pink, and she looked down at the tablet in her lap. She read silently for a moment, then recited, "'Then her daddy slid his thick throbbing king-cock into Maggie's flowing quivering little princess...'"

"Nice! What's next?"

She looked back at his tablet and read some more. "The girl--Maggie, I mean... Maggie moaned as he entered her; long, low, sustained, animalistic, her primal desire splashed across her face...' What's 'primal' mean?"

"Um, it means, like, instinct?"

"Oh, okay."

"But don't read the story, make it up yourself."

She pursed he lips thoughtfully. Then she sat up, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. "Daddy's sweet little innocent babygirl cheerleader really wants to kiss his big huge powerful king-cock."

"Does she? Really?"

And Maggie nodded.

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"She actually said that?!?" Robin's eyes were wide as she treaded water right in front of Michael. "She told you she wants to give you a blow job?!?"

Michael nodded. "More than once, actually."

"Oh my God, she is a little hussy! What'd you say?"

"Well, I didn't want to tell her no..."

"Right. What guy would turn down a blow job from a cute eleven year old?" She smiled teasingly at her husband.

"It's not that... Well, maybe that's a bit of it. But, I really don't want her to feel... I mean..."

"So, what, are you asking for my permission?"

"I guess," he answered. "Or just... keeping you informed?"

"Well," Robin said, moving towards him in the water, "I certainly don't blame her for liking her daddy's cock." She reached a hand down, cupping it over his member, giving a squeeze. "He is a fine specimen." She looked around the empty exercise room for a moment. "You know, there's nobody around, and... I've always wanted to give a blow job underwater..."

"You have?"

She just smiled, took a deep breath, and ducked under the water. In a moment, his trunks were at his knees and his cockhead was once again enveloped in the comforting warmth of his wife's mouth, her silky tongue lapping at his glans. She brought her hands into play, one massaging his shaft, the other fondling his balls. Two or three sucks, and she came up for a breath, her eyes twinkling mischievously as inhaled and dove back down.

By the third or fourth time, she surfaced and took a big deep breath, then plunged down, engulfing his cock, leaning into him and swallowing, taking his head down into her throat. Once he was deep, she rocked her head back and forth, his cockhead sliding inside the tight wet confines of her throat. She pulled off and surfaced, taking a few huge panting breaths, and went back down again.

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"Her daddy stood up..." Michael said as he typed on his phone, standing as he wrote. "...and babygirl got down on her knees..." On queue, Maggie climbed off of the bed and knelt in front of him. "And then babygirl unbuttoned his pants..." Maggie reached her hands out and fumbled with the buttons of Michael's pants. He helped her; once they'd gotten him unbuttoned, he continued writing and reciting. "Eyes twinkling, babygirl pulled her daddy's pants down..." Maggie reached both of her delicate little hands up to his waistband, and pulled his pants down. She stared at the large pole standing up inside his boxers, then reached her hands out and felt him through his underwear.

"Babygirl really likes her daddy's fuckstick," she whispered, not looking up, just staring at the bulge in his shorts. "It makes her cunt quiver when she touches it."

"It makes her kitten palpitate."

"It does."

"Next, babygirl pulled down his underwear."

Maggie reached up to the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down. His cock sprang free as his underwear fell. Maggie stared, speechless for a moment, simply absorbing the sight of Michael's bare cock in front of her. She lifted her eyes to look up at him. "And then, babygirl kisses her daddy's king-cock."

Michael stood above her, watching, staring down, as she leaned in and kissed the tip of his cockhead.

"Then babygirl gave his cock lots of kisses, all over..." Michael answered, breathless, forgetting entirely about typing now, watching as the little girl kissed down one side of his shaft, and up the other side, back up to his head again. Then she kissed down the topside, until her nose was in his trimmed pubic hair, and up the bottom side, covering every millimeter of his manhood with tender adoration.

"And she kissed his balls, too..." he whispered, and immediately Maggie was down, little pecks all over his scrotum.

"And... and she licked..."

And Michael watched Maggie's sweet soft pink tongue venture out from between her lips.

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Robin worked his cock with diligence and perseverance, surfacing for air, diving back down, ten times, twenty times, jacking him continuously as she did, until finally she got him off, down under the water, lips wrapped around his thick, pulsating--palpitating--head, coaxing out every drop of cum that her husband had inside him. When he had finally finished dumping his load in her mouth, she resurfaced and, opening her mouth wide and careful to not spill a drop, took a huge gulp of air. Eyes shining in a merry smile, she showed him his semen pooled on her tongue.

"You hab my 'ermission."

"Huh?" Michael said, confused.

Robin closed her mouth and swallowed. She smiled at him. "You have my permission," she said again. "If Maggie wants to suck your cock, it's okay with me."

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It was more than a poor man like Michael Duane could take, watching his new daughter, adorable little Maggie, lick his cock with her sweet. soft inquisitive little pink tongue, starting at the base of his shaft and dragging her tongue up, slowly, tasting every bit of him, until she reached his cockhead. There she made little circles with the tip her tongue and lapped at his hole, tasting the foamy dribble of precum that was oozing from his over-excited cock. Then her tongue slid back down, down to his base again, and lower, and the little girl gently glided her sweet pink tongue over his ballsack, briefly cradling each of his testicles in the concave curve of her tongue.

Michael couldn't possibly take another second of this, one of the most amazing erotic experiences of his life. Moaning "Oh, Maggie," he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock and began jacking. She sat back on her knees for a moment, watching as he masturbated right in front of her face; then the girl looked up at him with her brown eyes wide, and stuck her tongue out, licking the tip of his head, licking his little hole, as he feverishly stroked himself.

"Oh, Maggie," he groaned, "Oh my little babygirl!" He reached his free hand out and put it on the back of her head, wrapping his fingers in her hair, gripping, holding her tightly in place.

And then he came.

His legs shook as he stood in front of her in a long, sustained, heaven-and-earth shattering orgasm, his balls clenching, his king-cock fuckstick throbbing, the first shot of cum building, building, firing, exploding out of him and splattering against his young daughter's beautiful soft lovely smiling face. Her eyes went wide, she sat back in surprise, but he kept her in place as the second shot spurted from him, huge and forceful, and painted her face in warm sticky semen.

She was smiling broadly when he'd finished, down on her knees, looking up at him, sperm dripping from her cheeks and nose.

"And then her big beautiful wonderful daddy ejaculated," she said. "All over her!" And she started giggling.

Michael was grinning wide. "And Daddy really loves his babygirl."

"And babygirl really loves her daddy!"

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For the next chapter in this story, see The Voyage of a Lifetime, Chapter Eight.

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