Happy 18Th Birthday Sweetie 2

I stood abruptly when I entered the hall. Wow! There are a lot of people in here. She got a lot of friends. I saw her chatting with couple of her friends. Her eyes flickered towards mine and she smiled. I smiled back and waved. She elegantly strode to me.

"Hey, birthday girl," I teased. "How you doing? Give me a hug."

She beamed, leaning in. "Uncle Prince. You made it!"

"Of course I made it. Wouldn't miss this for the world," I said.

She grinned. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah. You got a great turnout here."

"Thanks," she said.

I picked a cocktail from a passing stewardess and took a sip. "Mmm. Gin Fizz," I closed my eyes and gulped down the rest. She giggled. "So, 18 huh? How does it feel?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Ugh! Feels like it took forever."

I laughed, putting my empty glass back on the tray as the stewardess passed by again. "Trust me, you will find out soon enough that it is not so fun to have all those responsibilities."

She furrowed her brows. "I'm ready for anything."

I chuckled. "Good. Good. Well, where is your Dad?" I asked looking around. I spotted him laughing with some guests, his wife beside him. "Oh. I see him. Go ahead, I'mma holla at him real quick. Have fun, okay sweetheart? Happy birthday once again," I said and made to leave, but she grabbed my sleeve.

"Actually, Uncle Prince. Do you have a minute?" she asked.

"Of course. What's up?"

She cleared her throat. "I want to ask you something."

I shifted on my legs. "Sure. Go on."

"It's private," she stated.

I raised a brow. "Um...Okay." I looked around. "How about right over here? This corner?" I pointed at a corner that leads to the kitchen. We went to stand there.

"Well, what is it? Talk to me," I said, a bit worried.

She chortled slightly. "It's just... you know I'm eighteen now, right?"

I snickered. "Well duh! I'm at your birthday party."

"Yeah. So, it's a legal age," she said.

"I don't know, sweetie. The legal age for drinking is 21 so..."

She interrupted. "I wasn't talking 'bout drinking."

"Oh. Okay, then. What were you talking about?"

"Legal age for sex," she replied as if it was too obvious.

"Whoa," was what I managed to say.

"Yes," she laughed. "And I wanna do it."

"Er...okay. Well, is there a boy you like or something?"

"Yeah, but it's not a boy," she looked down.

"Oh," I said, surprised. "Are you into women?"

"No!" she laughed again, which made me laugh too.

"Okay, then. What is it? Spit it out. Don't be shy," I said.

She looked away and blew air out of her mouth. A gesture she does whenever she wants to brace herself for something and that made me even more anxious.

"Remember two years ago when you came to our house looking for Dad to borrow his car?" she asked.

I pursed my lips. "Yeah, I remember."

"I actually saw you and Mom," she paused. "Having sex."

I was stunned for a moment. I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't. "Oh shit! You saw that," I stated, trying to regain my composure. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry you had to... had to witnessed that. You haven't told your Dad, have you?"

"No," she grimaced.

"Okay. Woo!" I said, relieved. "Well, I am sorry about that. I didn't know you were home."

"It didn't bother me honestly. It's nothing," she shrugged.

"I still feel like I should I apologize for it, I'm sorry. God! This is embarrassing as hell."

She laughed again. "Actually, that's not even the problem."

"Oh. Then what is it? Come on! Tell me."

She looked me in the eye. "Ever since then... I've been thinking about it a lot."

"Oh."

"And I saw how good it felt to my Mom. I could tell she was enjoying it," she said.

"Yeah well, I try my best to please. Whoa! This just got awkward," I said and she smiled.

"I wanna know how it's like to feel that good," she concluded.

"You are a pretty girl. I am sure any of those guys you go to school are dying to be with you," I pointed out,

"Not really. I want someone with experience," she said.

"Oh," I blinked. "You are eighteen now. There are older guys out there--college guys if you will, that will, er... love to show you a few things."

"Ugh! That's not what I want," she said, exasperated.

"All right, then. What do you want?"

"I wanna learn from you," she stated matter-of-factly.

I double take. "Whoa! I did not see that coming."

"Are you nervous?" she asked, trying to hold in a laugh.

"No, just...caught off guard," I told her. "I was not expecting that."

"Please?"

"Don't beg like that. It reminds me of something, I can't...,"

"Please," she pouted.

"Seriously, don't do that. I am good friends with your Father, and the situation with your Mother...,"

"I don't care," she said, abruptly. "And you said I can have anything I want on my birthday."

I sighed and gritted my teeth. "I did say that."

"Plus, if you don't, I am gonna tell Dad," she smirked, her eyes sparkling.

"Are you blackmailing me right now? You little bitch!"

"What?"

"Yeah, get used to it. If this is gonna happen, that's what I'm gonna call you. It's what I call all my bitches," I said.

She pursed her lips for a moment. "Okay."

"All right. Fuck it! After your party, give me a call," I decided. "We'll work it out."

"No! I want it right now," she said, in a bratty attitude.

"Huh?"

She licked her lip. "Yap."

"Shit!" I cursed. I look around and spotted the kitchen door. "Come on," I said, heading there. We got in and I tried closing the door. "Hold on! Does this door lock? Oh shit! It doesn't" I speculated, trying to close it one more time. "You sure you don't wanna wait till the party is over?" I tried again.

She wiggled a finger. "No."

"Fine. But it will have to be real quick though."

"I don't care," she said.

"Alright. Lean in against the door in case somebody comes," I said and she moved back. She rose up her dress and nodded at me in a gesture I understood. I bend a little and slid her panties off, the smell of her wet sex brushing over me as I stood back up.

"You sure about this?" I asked.

"Of course," she answered.

"Yeah, I can see your pussy wet," I said, moving my hand to touch her moist vagina.

She gasped loudly. "I've been dreaming about this, I've been waiting to experience this," she said and bit her lip in such a sexy way that made my stomach churn.

"All right, then. Here goes." I unbutton my pants, unzipped them, pulled them down and stepped out of them. I held my rock hard dick and gently move it closer to her pussy, until I reach the opening, then I slowly slide it in. We moaned at the same time, mine louder than hers.

"How does it feel?" she panted out.

"Goooood," I dragged. "Oh shit! You have a good pussy."

She giggled and gasped. "Oh, my God!"

I strained and moaned. "S--So good. Fuck!"

"Feels deep," she announced.

"Huh?" I raised a brow. She nodded. "Well, baby, I have to tell you. That's only half of my dick."

She chuckled, out of breath. "Whoa!"

"Yeah, there is plenty more," I told her.

She smirked. "Okay, then. Go deeper. Put it all in."

My eyes widened. "Really? You sure about that?"

She clenched her jaw and nodded hysterically. I slowly pushed the remaining of my dick into her, feeling her young tight pussy stretching to accommodate my massiveness. I grunted. "Ohhh yeah! that's it right there, baby. Now you get the entire dick."

She moaned. "Oh yeah. I can feel it."

I gently moved my hips in and out of her, the warmth and tightness in her cunt made me scream in ecstasy. "I'mma pull on your hair. Just like I did to your Mama," another loud moan. "Just...like...I did to...your nasty ass...Mama. Fuuuuck!"

"Uhhhh, yesss, oh, oh," she moaned again, placing both of her hands on my neck, drawing me closer--if that was even possible.

"Holy shit! You are much...tighter than your Mama's pussy. Ohhh yeah." I stopped for a moment, feeling her pussy's tight firm grip on my cock. I gasped. "Everything about you is better than your Mom's."

"Oh, God! Yesss, yesss, P--Prince. Ohhhh," she howled. She was moving her hips to follow my thrust rhythm as her grip on my neck grew harder.

"Ohhhhh. You are suck a good girl, taking in all that dick. Ahhhh!"

She groaned. "Give it to me! Give me to me!"

I grabbed her ass, which is firm and soft at the same time and squeezed. "Even your ass is better than your Mom's," I mumbled out. I lift her up and she instantly wrapped her legs around me, then I pushed her back to the door and continued thrusting, my pace increasing slowly but ultimately.

"Uh-huh? Are you enjoying me better than Mommy?" she asked and moaned.

"Yes, baby. Yes! Do you like being my little slut? Huh?"

"Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Yes. Oh fuck! I love it,"

"This what you wanted, right baby? This what you wanted for your birthday?"

"Ah, ah, oh. Yeah, it is. Th--thank you," she said.

"Ahhhh. You are welcome baby," I managed, amidst fierce moans.

"I...wanna...cum, ohhhh," she screamed.

"Already, baby? You wanna cum for me? Ohhh," I fucked her harder and faster and she screamed even louder.

"Y--yess, I wanna...cum for you."

"Well, cum baby. Cum...on my dick," I told her. I could feel the orgasm building up inside her, she moaned and cries of pleasure escaped her. And the she cane, squirting all over my dick, the warmth was so pleasurable, I felt it in my brain.

"Oh, my God!" she said, I slipped my dick and stood there panting. "I want some more," she demanded.

I nodded and peered around. "Get on the sink," I commanded, she did as she was told, holding her dress up. "Spread wider. Show me that pussy," I said. I moved forward and inserted my dick, which went in effortlessly now.

"Ahh--haa. Oh yeah!" she gasped.

"Shit! Good ass pussy."

"Is it better... than Mom's? Tell me," she almost begged.

"Yes, baby. Much better than hers," and I meant it. Lisa was naturally a savory woman--body perfect, and her pussy was the most delectable thing I'd ever tasted, but damn! Her daughter got the genes and is even stronger. She leaned forward and our lips met in a warm sensual kiss, which must have lasted almost a minute, as we both moaned into each other's mouth.

"Them boys at school...are gonna kill for you. They are gonna kill for your pussy," I told her, amidst kisses.

She moaned. "Ahhh. I only want to give it to you," she said.

"Oh really?" *gasp* "You only want to give to me?" *another gasp* "You want to belong to me."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed.

"I own your pussy? I own your fucking good pussy? Ohhhh."

"Yeah. Ahhhhh. It's all yours."

"Ohhhh...ahhhh...uhhhh. You gon' be a good slut," I moaned loudly. "You like the way I feel, baby? You like the way I feel inside you?"

"Yessss. So...fucking...good," she said.

"I'm your Daddy now, okay?" I moved in and out, faster. "Call me 'Daddy'"

"Ahhhhh. Daddy," she said.

"Say it again. Daddy."

"Daddy," she repeasted.

I moaned. "Good girl."

"Ohhhh. I'm gonna cum," she howled.

"You gonna cum again?" I moaned. "Ask if you can cum on Daddy's dick."

"Uhhhhh. Can...I...cum...on...your...dick...Daddy?" she strained and kept moaning.

"Yes. There you go, baby. That's how you do it. That's...how you do it. You've been a good girl. Cum on my dick."

I felt the muscles in her pussy tightened around my dick and she cried out, gushing over her milk on my cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she screamed.

"Happy...fucking...birthday, baby," I said.

She emptied herself on me, and I couldn't help but get dizzied in pleasure once again, by the quantity and warmth of her cum. I removed my dick from her pussy.

"Come down," I commanded, my breath shaking. "You wanna be a little slut, don't you? I'll show you how. Come kneel here and open your fucking mouth."

She jumped down and obeyed, raising her head and opening her mouth. I submerged my fingers into her hair and pulled her closer to my groin, her eyes fixed on my mine. She looked sexy as hell.

"That's right!" I gasped. "Be a good little slut like your Mom. She always swallows my fucking...nut. You better do the same."

I clutched her hair, to keep her in place while moving in and out, deep and fast.

"Show me you better than your Mommy. Take it deeper--to the balls."

As I felt myself coming closer, she removed my dick from her mouth. I cursed. "Stroke my dick. Stroke it faster."

She palmed my shaft and began moving her hand back and forth. I screamed, making a guttural sound, similar to that of someone getting hurt.

"Ohhhhhh. I'm coming, I'm coming." I shivered, as if shocked by electric current, my man-milk streaming down her face and dress. I screamed one last time, then my body relaxed.

I looked down, feeling drowsy. "I told you to keep it in your mouth. Now you got it all over your pretty dress," I said as I squirted the last bit of my cum.

"Do you feel good?" she asked, which surprised me.

"Is that what you wanted? To make me feel good?"

She giggled in response and stood up, reaching for a paper towel.

"Happy birthday, baby," I said once again, leaning in to kiss her.