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Amyie's Crush 2
by Sbeagle (htanya_18@yahoo.com)

***

Amyie and daddy really "came" together in the last one, 
will it happen again. Oh, and don't forget about Tara. 
(Mf, ped, inc)

***

Breakfast 

Mr. Honeywell was downstairs eating breakfast, thinking 
about his torrid encounter with his daughter last 
night. He could picture her body, petite and lean, 
twisting this way and that as she sat in his lap 
grinding her pussy into his cock. She slid up and down. 
Her breasts, so small, bouncing slightly, a look of 
concentration on her face as she rode her father. The 
strands of sweaty blonde hair framing her sweet 
innocent face making her look so sexy, so cute, so... 
his daughter. He was beside himself with guilt. 

He hated himself for going back up to her room after 
they had argued. She had successfully seduced him the 
day before in the amusement park and he turned her 
down. He sent her away crying and when his wife turned 
him down again, he went to his daughter. Was it lust 
that had driven him to her? Was it love? He hadn’t 
slept after he left her room. 

They cuddled for a while and then, he was afraid Mrs. 
Honeywell would know what was going on, so he left. He 
lay down in his own bed, staring at the ceiling, 
wondering what in the hell had just happened. His body 
was alive for the first time in a long time. He felt 
pangs of love at the same time. His heart hurt for his 
little girl. 

He didn’t know exactly how she felt. Was she in lust or 
love? She certainly acted like she was in lust when he 
came inside her. She talked to him like he was a lover, 
she cussed at him, she begged him to fuck her, she used 
the word cunt! "My God!" he thought, "I have a slut for 
a daughter."

"What the hell are you so happy about?" Mr. Honeywell 
was rudely interrupted from his flashback by the 
nagging whining voice of his wife. 

"Nothing, just enjoying my coffee." He replied.

"What are you doing up anyway?" she asked. 

"Dunno, just woke up early I guess."

"Well do me a favor today and do the fucking dishes. 
Don’t just sit on your godamned ass all day like you 
usually do." She snapped.

"Aren’t you going away this weekend?" 

"Yeah but I still want the dishes done today ‘cause if 
I get home on Sunday and this wreck of a house is still 
not cleaned there will be hell to pay!"

Mr. Honeywell took his overbearing wife with a grunt as 
she climbed back up stairs. He would clean it all 
right, but not today... the bitch. 

Amyie had woken up with the sweet feeling of her pussy 
stretched. She loved the fact that her father had cum 
inside her last night. She let her hand wander down her 
tiny body to underneath her panties and she touched 
herself. She was still sore from his cock and sticky 
from his cum, but she liked the dual pleasure and pain 
feeling it gave when she touched it. As she played more 
and more of the pain left and the pleasure took over. 

She thought back to her manly father, his large 
muscular arms on either side of her head as he pounded 
his cock into her. She met him with each thrust her 
clit making contact with his body as his cock glided, 
slick and wide, inside her. He was sooo deep! She loved 
the feeling of having him on top of her and inside her. 
She slowly fingered her wet pussy and spread her lithe 
little girl legs, remembering. Her fingers where in her 
slit and she was thrusting, her back arching, her 
breath coming in little harsh whispers, she thought 
back to when he came inside her, had she really used 
the word cunt? "My God!" she thought, "I’m such a 
slut!"

The door opened and Amyie instinctively covered up, 
flopping onto her belly to cover her masturbatory 
bliss. 

"Sorry sweetie! Did I scare you?" asked her mother. 

"Uh....yeah! Its ok, you leavin?" she shakily 
responded.

"Ya I’ll be back on Sunday, take care of your father 
this weekend. Oh, and how was your date with Bradley 
yesterday? You went to six flags right?"

"Oh he was pretty lame..." she said, turning over now 
that she was somewhat recovered. Looking her mother in 
the face she told her a quick summary of the "date". 
Mrs. Honeywell said goodbye and closed the door. Amyie 
was so tense that when her mother left she felt herself 
melt back into bed. It was time for a cold shower Tara 
would be here to pick her up soon. She might even grab 
some breakfast before she headed off to school. 

After her shower Amyie put on a pair of loose fitting 
low riding khaki pants and a small polo shirt that rose 
up just a bit to reveal her tummy. She also wore some 
strappy sandals that were high in the heel. She thought 
about waking her dad this morning, with a kiss maybe? 
But she decided against this. She figured she might 
just surprise him this evening with a night on the 
town. Mom wasn’t even going to be here anyway so they 
would have the house to themselves. What timing! 

When she got downstairs she was surprised to she her 
father sitting at the table. At once when she saw him 
she was flooded with feelings of love and connection 
mixed with a healthy bit of lust. Her heart leaped and 
she beamed a million dollar smile. "Dad! You’re up!"

"Yup," he could see she was excited and he still hadn’t 
figured out what to say so he just answered quietly, 
hanging his head low. 

"Are you going to do something special today? Why are 
you up so early?" 

"I couldn’t sleep."

Amyie’s heart fluttered again, was he up all night 
thinking about her!? She walked over to him and leaned 
in for a hug and kiss. Mr. Honeywell allowed the first 
but at the thought of kissing his daughter again he 
felt uncomfortable and stood abruptly. 

"What’s wrong daddy?" she pouted? 

"Uh nothing... sorry sweetie," and he pecked her on the 
cheek. 

"Huh? A peck on the cheek?" Amyie was a little hurt. 
She moved in close to her father wrapping her slender 
arms around him and burying her head into his chest.

"Daddy about last night..."

Mr. Honeywell grunted and smiled. Maybe it wasn’t lust, 
he thought. He could feel himself losing focus, his 
body reacting to his daughter’s touch. 

She knew she had his attention and she nuzzled herself 
into him. She could feel his body, so thick and firm, 
as she pressed hers, so young and elegant, into him. 
She loved this but wanted more and started to kiss at 
her father’s neck. 

When Mr. Honeywell felt his daughter’s lips on his 
flesh he was overcome by the feelings in his groin and 
began to enjoy the hot and wet kisses she left on his 
neck. She put her hands under his shirt and stroked his 
back with her nails as she craned her neck and rose up 
on her tiptoes to kiss her father. Mr. Honeywell lost 
all reason and began to kiss her back. Their lips met 
and her tongue snaked into his mouth first. It danced 
around inside his mouth and he had trouble keeping up. 

She moaned and melted, he had to support her and lifted 
her onto the counter. She spread her legs and he slid 
between them. She wrapped her legs around him and 
pulled him close. She was trying to hump him while they 
made out but she just couldn’t move just right. 

The two were kissing with a sincere passion for one 
another. Amyie used her hands on her father’s face as 
she kissed him, and he let his hands wander to her 
breasts. They were so small and her bra was slightly 
padded so he slid his hands underneath her shirt 
touching her bare skin. She jumped, smiled and moaned 
all at the same time. He eased her off the counter and 
carried her over to the dining room table chair. Mr. 
Honeywell had something in mind. 

Amyie smiled as she was twisted around to face the 
door, her back to her father, still sitting in his lap. 
He reached around to her front and slid his hands down 
the front of her pants. She leaned back and tried to 
kiss her father over her shoulder. He found her pussy, 
waiting and wet beneath silk panties. He fingered it. 
She stopped trying to kiss and leaned forward placing 
her hands on his knees. 

Somehow her pants had become unbuttoned and slid down a 
little. She was grinding into her father’s hand as he 
finger fucked her. He could see her shirt raised up and 
the small of her back. He could also see the slight 
crack of her bottom as she gyrated on his hand. She was 
moaning and breathing hard, head down just working her 
hips and pussy on her father’s hand. She felt a tingle 
in her tummy and thighs. She was going to cum and she 
leaned back to tell her father.

"Daddy, you hand feels so good in my slit, I am goin... 
oh daddy... I’m..." 

Outside the Honeywell household a green Ford Mustang 
screeched to a halt. A vivacious brunette leapt from 
the car and raced to the Honeywell’s front door. She 
was stunning. She had curves from heaven and light 
coffee colored skin. Her lips were pink and plump. Her 
hair was brown and wavy. She moved like a movie star, 
confident and sexy. The world was her red carpet. 

She knocked on the door and opened it. She never waited 
for an answer; usually Amyie was waiting in the kitchen 
so she headed there first. When she walked into the 
kitchen she noticed something was wrong. Amyie’s father 
was washing dishes and Amyie was buried in a magazine. 

"Mr. Honeywell! What are you doing up!" said Tara 
chirpily. 

"Cleaning" he responded. He did not turn around.

Strangely the water wasn’t even on.

"Well, good morning to you too!" she said looking at 
Amyie. Amyie’s face was red and her shirt a little 
pushed up. "Ready?"

"Yeah," said Amyie. She smiled at Tara, a devilish and 
sexy smile. A light went off in Tara’s head.

"OOOOKAAAAYYY!" said Tara, and she winked at Amyie, 
looked at Mr. Honeywell. "I’ll meet you outside in a 
sec OK! Hurry though we can’t be late again." And with 
that Tara left the two lovers and trotted outside, 
amazed. She climbed into her Mustang and her short 
jeans skirt rose higher revealing her wonderfully 
shapely legs. She smiled to her self as she sat in her 
car thinking about what Amyie and her dad were up to 
right before she interrupted. She spread her legs 
slightly and played idly with her panties while she 
daydreamed.

After Tara left, Amyie and Mr. Honeywell exchanged 
nervous smiles. It was thrilling. Amyie walked over to 
her father, who sank against the sink, she grabbed his 
hand and stared down at his fingers, they were still 
wet from being inside her. "Daddy," she said. "I am not 
sure I can wait until I get home to fuck you tonight, 
will you pick me up from school early?"

Mr. Honeywell looked at his blonde daughter and smiled. 
She had worn pigtails today. She looked so young and 
the word fuck looked so wrong coming out of her mouth. 
He was entranced, she was looking up at him through 
lidded eyes, biting her pink bottom lip. His cock 
stirred and he said, "Maybe."

With that Amyie stuck out her tongue and licked her 
juices off her father’s fingers. She slid her tongue 
from the knuckles of his first and second fingers to 
the tips, taking both in her mouth and pulling it out 
slowly from her lips. She smiled, grabbed his cock 
through his shorts and skipped out of the door. Both 
father and daughter were thinking the same thing. What 
a fucking slut! 

***

"No Way!" Shouted Tara over the roar of wind rushing 
through the sunroof on the Mustang. "I mean come on, 
right before I got there you were in his lap! He was 
finger fucking you?"

"Yeah and if you hadn’t of screeched your tires when 
you got here he was about to bend me over the table!" 
said Amyie. "It was so amazing, I mean it was this 
thing, I mean like all the sudden, I mean I was kissing 
him and then we just got overwhelmed and I was up on 
the counter, and then in his lap..."

Amyie leaned back in the passenger seat of the Mustang 
and smiled over at her best friend. They had an unusual 
relationship; they were actually two years apart in 
physical age. Most people at their private school only 
hung out with people their own grade. Tara and Amyie 
had become friends when they were really young and 
dispelled the tradition of peer friends. 

Tara was immediately attracted to Amyie’s mature mind 
and then fell in love with the girl’s looks. She loved 
being around her even though she was two years younger. 
Most of all Tara felt like Amyie would someday be more 
than just a girlfriend. Someday, she thought, Amyie 
would make a great lover, a great soul mate, but Tara 
knew that Amyie was too young to think about 
relationships on a serious level like that, this whole 
thing with her father was just evidence that. Amyie 
didn’t know how to separate love and lust. 

Tara didn’t want her heart broken so she just bided her 
time, using the friends with benefits label when 
referring to Amyie. They experienced lots of things for 
the first time together. Lately though their 
relationship had been so sexual. Tara didn’t mind at 
all though and she took the chance anywhere anyplace to 
get her rocks off with her young protégé. She loved 
having Amyie between her legs. Her tongue was so warm 
and smooth, her face so young an innocent. She let her 
mind wander across Amyie’s body and how she must have 
looked when she was fucking her father. Would she 
swallow? Was she on top? The questions were making her 
hotter and hotter. 

"I’ll bet your father loves it when you talk dirty to 
him, doesn’t he Amyie!" Tara looked over at her 
girlfriend; she was sitting in the passenger seat with 
her legs crossed Indian style, all contorted and 
fidgety like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Tara 
swooned over her younger friend. Amyie is going to make 
thousands of people fall in love with her, she thought. 

"Yeah he did, he came inside me when I started talking 
dirty, I mean I could tell he was close but I think I 
pushed him over the edge." Amyie said. She reached her 
hand out absentmindedly and stroked Tara’s bare thigh. 
"Don’t you think your skirt is a little too short for 
school?" she asked. 

"Fuck ya!" Tara’s legs were alternating between the gas 
and the break, opening and closing her thighs making 
her skirt ride higher. Amyie enjoyed the view. "You 
know how I like it girl," said Tara. "Besides I have 
Econ today, I love that Mr. Carol. I think he likes me 
too, Ya know, I flash him some skin he gives me a good 
grade, it's easy when you are this fine!" 

Amyie chuckled, and let her eyes wander all over her 
friend. Tara was right. She was fine. 

*** 

Lunch 

It was fourth period, almost lunch, and Amyie was lost 
somewhere in an African colony. The tribesmen were 
about to start a revolution when Amyie’s cell phone 
buzzed a message in her pocket. She opened her cell and 
saw on the screen Ams, can’t stop thinking about you 
and your father... need you to meet me third floor 
library bathroom. Amyie texted back: You’re crazy! 
Tara: For You! Amyie was a sucker for Tara’s sweet 
talk. She was in the bathroom almost as soon as the 
bell rang for the beginning of lunch. 

Tara entered the bathroom and locked the door. 

"What happened to Professor Carol?" Amyie asked. 

"He doesn’t do it for me like you do Amyie" Tara said 
hoarsely. 

Tara was a picture of sex as she posed against the 
door. Her hands were behind her pressing her chest a 
little higher. Her legs were crossed and she was 
looking from under her brown bangs with a look of such 
lust Amyie needed to grab onto a sink to keep her weak 
knees from faltering. Tara lifted her shirt exposing 
her round belly, not as tight as Amyie’s but still very 
delicious. Amyie turned away smiling and looked into 
the mirror, teasing. 

"Hey! Don’t turn away from me in my hour of need! You 
little tease." Said Tara. 

Amyie saw Tara moving toward her. Tara was behind her 
and pressed her body against the young blonde. Tara 
hugged Amyie from behind and looked at her in the 
mirror. Both girls smiled at each other as Tara peeked 
from behind Amyie’s shoulder. Tara grinded her pelvis 
into the curve of Amyie’s ass. 

The two girls were a perfect fit. Tara’s sexy curves 
melded themselves to Amyie’s petite little girl frame. 
Her brown hair and dark skin contrasting with Amyie’s 
blonde and fair skin. Amyie felt weak as Tara began to 
touch her belly. Tara’s hands were under Amyie’s shirt 
in an instant working their way of Amyie’s flat tummy. 

"Amyie I was just imagining your body with your 
father...you guys looked so hot in my dreams! I just 
sat and watched as he bent you over the kitchen 
table..." Tara pressed Amyie on her back and bent her 
over the sink. 

"I watched as he pulled down your pants and you 
presented your ass to him." She undid Amyie’s khaki 
buttons and pulled her pants down a little. 

"You still had on your shirt but you were naked from 
the waist down...oh gawd Amyie that thin waist..." and 
Tara lifted Amyie’s shirt tracing the contours of the 
girl’s small waist and back. 

"...and he grabbed you and slid his cock into your 
pussy from behind..." Tara thrust her crotch into 
Amyie’s ass, she grunted, Amyie whimpered. Amyie’s 
craned her neck around to see Tara. Tara was enjoying 
her role-play as Amyie’s father. 

"I saw your head roll back and your mouth open as he 
slowly slid into you...I almost came just thinking 
about it Amyie. I need you. Please Amyie..." 

Amyie arched her back, pressing her ass into Tara’s 
crotch. Rubbing as if she were giving Tara a lap dance. 
Amyie turned and pressed herself into Tara. The two 
girls lost themselves in each other’s bodies. 

Their hands were roaming and thighs sliding between 
each other’s thighs. Tara’s skirt was pushed up and her 
wet panties rubbed against Amyie’s bare thigh. Amyie 
had slipped off Tara’s flimsy white thong pushed her 
skirt above her hips and raised her own thigh to meet 
Tara’s wet puss. Amyie pushed Tara against a wall and 
the girls kissed more. 

Amyie ran her hand down Tara’s taut tummy and between 
her spread thighs. She roughly inserted one finger, and 
then another, into Tara. She leaned back a bit and 
stuck her tongue out at Tara. Tara stuck hers out and 
the two pink tongues darted onto each other with sticky 
saliva dripping between them. Some dripped onto Tara’s 
chin and Amyie licked it off on her way to Tara’s neck. 
Tara’s eyes closed in passion. She moaned, "Amyie, you 
are so fucking sexy... please baby suck my clit! Come 
on my little girl suck it." 

She kissed her collarbone and felt Tara up with the 
hand not occupied in Tara’s sex. Tara’s breasts were so 
much larger than Amyie’s, she always loved to lick and 
suck them. She made her way round the outside of the 
breast rubbing her face against the tit as much as her 
tongue and lips. Her eyes closed, She licked the left 
one and looked up to Tara. 

"Amyie quit teasing!" Tara was grinding into Amyie’s 
hand and looked down to see pigtailed Amyie’s tongue 
licking her nipple. The visual and sensation sent 
shockwaves through Tara, and she audibly gasped, "shit 
Amyie, fucking lick it baby!" 

Tara held the back of Amyie’s blonde head and guided it 
lower onto her tummy. Amyie drank in Tara’s coffee 
colored skin as she kissed her way towards her wet 
pussy. She licked and kissed, and darted her tongue all 
along Tara’s tummy. Tara writhed under Amyie’s wet 
tongue and let the warm sensation flood her senses. She 
leaned back and ran her hands through Amyie’s hair, 
dislodging one of the pigtails. She thrust her hips 
toward Amyie and she reached Tara’s hipbone. Amyie 
devoured Tara, eating all of her inner thighs, 
nibbling, slightly teasing Tara and finally achieving 
her goal of Tara’s dripping cunt. 

"Finally! MMMMM Tara!" 

Amyie licked it from the bottom to the top. She turned 
her head and met it lip for lip. She kissed it like she 
was French kissing Tara. Amyie stuck her tongue deep 
inside then out again and started sucking on Tara’s 
pink wet clit. She curled her finger into Tara’s cunt 
as she was sucking, attacking her clit with her tongue, 
making it flat and rubbing it back and forth. 

Amyie tasted it all but most of Tara’s wetness 
slathered itself on Amyie’s face. Tara had slung both 
legs on a sink and Amyie was kneeling between Tara. She 
was eating her pussy and fingering it like she had 
never before. Tara thrust her pussy and grinded her 
clit into Amyie’s face, she began to groan and quiver. 

"MMMMM yeah Amyie eat my fucking cunt! Yeah sweetie, 
make me cum!" The quaking in Tara’s thighs began to 
shake the head of young Amyie Honeywell. Soon Tara was 
cumming on her face. In the back of Amyie’s mind she 
was thinking about how delicious her father was going 
to taste. Tara writhed and slowly enjoyed the feeling 
of Amyie’s tongue lapping at her orgasmed cunt. Amyie 
leaned back on her heels and looked up at Tara. "My 
turn?" she said. 

"Yeah baby, your turn now Amyie!" Said Tara, and she 
slung her legs from the sinks and moved in between 
Amyie’s legs, taking her silky panties in her mouth. 

The knock on the door scared both the girls. The door 
shuddered under the weight of someone trying to open 
it. The girls quickly got dressed and darted out after 
checking for the coast to be clear. They were 
disappointed and as they parted they shared one more 
long wet kiss. Tara could taste her own cunt juices on 
Amyie’s breath and tongue. It was a sight. The two 
girls were so beautiful, and were so into each other 
that anyone watching might have cum in their pants. 

As Amyie walked back to class she was disappointed that 
she did not get a return in her investment with Tara, 
but delighted that she was going to be so turned on for 
her father this evening. I may not make to this 
evening, she thought, the episode this morning with her 
father and now this tryst with Tara were both cut short 
leaving her desperately horny. 

Her mind could not concentrate on her classes; it kept 
drifting off, thoughts of Tara and her dad mingling 
together until the three of them were in one big 
threesome. Her professors might have noticed a 
daydreamer in the back of class that day if they looked 
closer they would have noticed her hands touching her 
body absently. 

Playground 

Amyie tried to get a hold of her father during lunch. 
He didn’t pick up the phone. She was severally 
disappointed and getting hornier by the second. Her 
mind raced with the possibilities that tonight would 
hold, her mother gone for the weekend, left her alone 
with her dad. She allowed her mind to picture what it 
would be like to be making love to her father in her 
parent’s bed. She felt her dad on her, and in her, she 
smelled him, tasted him and looked into his eyes. She 
couldn’t take much more of this. She needed him soon. 

Mr. Honeywell’s cell phone rang. He was at Best Buy 
looking at TVs when he saw his daughter’s number pop up 
on the screen. He did the only thing he knew to do, 
ignore the call. He was terrified. His wife had left 
town, and this morning he was about to fuck his 
daughter from behind. That was the word too, it wasn’t 
make love, or have sex, he was ready to fuck her. That 
was what had scared him. 

She had stood up from his lap this morning, bent over 
the kitchen table and he was standing too, unzipping, 
getting ready to slide himself in her. The screeching 
car outside was what shocked him. And her attitude when 
she left was what made him not want to continue the 
relationship any more. She licked his goddamned 
fingers! She said she couldn’t wait to fuck him! When 
he thought his daughter loved him he melted, he could 
help but be with her sexually, but if this whole thing 
was just lust... but still. 

He had never felt this turned on. He had never felt so 
hot for any woman. The passion and heat generated this 
morning scared him. He listened to the message his 
daughter left. She said she would meet him at the park 
playground this afternoon, the one across from Tara’s 
apartment complex. He decided he needed to go there. 

Mr. Honeywell’s Honda Pilot drove into the empty 
parking lot of the playground. He searched around for 
his daughter and saw her on the swings, alone. No one 
else was there. He fully intended to end this once and 
for all, he couldn’t keep this up any longer, he needed 
so much to get back to life as normal. 

He needed to get back to his usual overbearing wife 
telling him what to do and his boring unemployed days. 
It sucked that his life was that way, maybe there was 
something more exciting out there, maybe he could get a 
divorce. Anything except a sexual relationship with his 
daughter! 

Amyie saw the car and waved. She was excited that her 
dad finally arrived. She had a surprise for him. 

Mr. Honeywell trudged slowly to her swing. He saw his 
daughter there, and she was so beautiful. She was also 
so young looking. On the swings she looked like a kid 
again. She was older, yes, but at that moment nothing 
about the situation made her look the age she really 
was. When he got closer she ran up and hugged him. She 
was so warm and her body fit against his in ways that 
betrayed his thoughts of not continuing a relationship 
with her. "Amyie, honey, we need to talk." 

"About what?"

"About us sweetie." 

Amyie frowned slightly then asked, "Dad, I know it’s 
not right, I know me and you are doing something we 
shouldn’t..."

"It’s not that sweetie." He interrupted. "I want it to 
be right, I want you and me to work, I do. I just don’t 
think that you feel the same." 

"Dad? I feel the same, of course! I love you! I do! I 
have never felt like this! Really!" she was getting 
excited. "Look, sit down." He sat on a slide. She 
climbed into his lap. "I wanted to tell you about what 
I feel. All day I have been just thinking and thinking 
about you how much I love you, and us, and what we did, 
and I feel more and more horny! My god daddy I have 
never felt like this!" 

Mr. Honeywell smiled. He also felt a hard-on making 
itself known. He was feeling his daughter’s lower back, 
his hands on her bare flesh. She was whispering in his 
ear about her day and how she thought about him in all 
sorts of ways. Not the least of which was love. She 
told him about how she still felt his fingers inside 
her from this morning. He was beginning to crack. The 
love/lust struggle within him was giving way yet again 
to pure desire for his little girl. He could not stop 
himself and he was not surprised when he felt her hand 
on his pant leg, slowly creeping up the inside of his 
thigh, grabbing hold of his raging hard-on.

Amyie sat across her father’s lap as he sat on the 
slide. She reached between her own legs to rub her 
father through his pants. 

She told him "This is what I have been thinking about 
mostly daddy, your cock. I want to suck it daddy. I 
want to taste it. Please? Can I daddy?" 

It was so erotic. She was whispering in his ear jacking 
his cock through his pants. He thought, my life might 
not get more exciting, and he nodded. Then she got on 
her knees in front of him, in between his legs. Her 
father leaned back as she unbuttoned his pants. The 
pulled out a long erect cock. He looked around, it was 
twilight, and no one was in sight. Amyie stared at the 
erect member and began to kiss the underside of it from 
the bottom up. Her lips were wet with saliva. She was 
practically drooling. Her father’s cock was soo hard. 
He groaned. 

Mr. Honeywell looked down as his blonde pigtailed 
daughter’s tongue was flat on the underside of his 
penis. He was shivering. He had absolutely no willpower 
and couldn’t stop his daughter from giving him a 
blowjob in this public place. He saw her young face 
sliding up and down the shaft. Her eyes were closed as 
she made love to it with her mouth. Her tongue would 
dart out and lick here, and then she would kiss it. It 
was like she was eating an ice cream on a stick. She 
had not swallowed it yet but he was sure that that part 
would come soon. She reached the tip and spent a lot of 
time on the underside right under the head. 

He saw her tongue, like an extension of his cock, stuck 
out and licking the tip. She was looking at him her 
eyes wide and smiling. She closed her eyes, moaned, and 
began to swallow his cock. She swallowed so far she 
gagged a little and when she came back up for air his 
cock was drenched with precum and saliva. Her mouth 
open and strings of wetness were attached to his penis. 
She smiled and it broke some of the strings. She 
swallowed him again. This time she took more of his 
cock.

Amyie felt her father’s hard member in her mouth 
gagging again, she took more of it in her mouth this 
time. He tasted sooo good. She loved the taste of him. 
She was stroking his cock as she sucked. Her hands were 
small and both fit on his penis when she was not 
sucking. She finally lifted her head up and wiped her 
mouth with the back of her hand. 

"Daddy," she said. "I dreamt about this all day. Today 
when I was eating out Tara in the bathroom, I was 
thinking about mouth fucking your cock!" Then she went 
back to sucking his penis. "She was straddled over two 
sinks, I was in between her legs, eating her wet 
pussy." Then she sucked again. "I would stick my tongue 
in her while I was thinking about licking you." Then 
she went back to work. 

Mr. Honeywell rolled his head back and at the sound of 
his daughter describing her pussy eating of Tara. The 
sight of his young girl’s mouth and lips all over his 
glistening cock and the image of her eating out another 
girl was too much. "Sweetie, stop... I’m... going to 
come." 

Amyie didn’t stop. This was what she wanted. She wanted 
to swallow her daddy’s cum, she wanted to have gobs of 
his white semen coating her throat. Sliding down to her 
tummy, warming her up. What she didn’t know that when 
he came it was so much semen it dripped from the 
corners of her mouth. She sucked as he came, and tried 
to take it all in but couldn’t. Mr. Honeywell watched 
weakly as his cum dripped from the sides of Amyie’s 
pink mouth. Her hands were wrapped around his cock and 
the cum dripped down on them. Then sensation was 
unbelievable. His daughter’s mouth sucking the cum from 
his hard cock.

"Fuck Amyie, holy fucking shit!" His body was spazzing 
out as his daughter continued to suck him dry. He was 
holding her head torn between making her stop and 
letting her keep going. 

Finally Amyie was satisfied. She picked up her head and 
still held onto his cock. 

"Daddy," when she talked he could see white film on her 
lips and tongue, "Did you like that? Did you like me 
swallowing your cum?" as she finished her question she 
noticed the cum on her hands and she licked that up. 

Mr. Honeywell was floored. He was almost faint. His 
knees were weak. He could barely speak. At the sight of 
his daughter with cum on her face, some matting her 
hair, dripping from her chin, he was hard again, his 
angelic blonde daughter’s face, so round and pale and 
beautiful, emoting words of nasty sex, dripping with 
his semen. She smiled and licked her lips.

**

If you like this or part one, then drop me a line: 
htanya_18@yahoo.com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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