I’ve had a few readers’ comments indicate that my stories are too long. I feel that everything I put into a story is necessary, but I’ll try to make this one shorter and see what response I get. By the way, Thanks for the feedback. Nearly everyone has been kind, even in their criticism. This one is for Debra, by request, with the hope the she (and you) will enjoy it.
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“Bob, wake up. I’ve made dinner for us.”
This was, of course, my step-daughter, Katie, talking to me. I had fallen asleep in the recliner while watching TV and she had let herself in. She still calls me Bob unless we’re doing the wild thing, or about to, then it’s ‘Daddy’. I kind of like that; it lets me know what mood she’s in. I gave her a key to my house for just such an occasion and she uses it from time to time. Finding me sleeping, she had let me rest while she did something nice for me. That’s not unusual for her; she’s a nice girl, even when she’s being bad with me.
Two weeks ago she used that key to let herself in at about three in the morning. She came in, got undressed and slipped into bed with me, just because she wanted to. I’m a heavy sleeper, so I didn’t even notice. I woke up, a few hours later, a little confused to find her there because I didn’t remember lying down with her the night before. If I had, I would’ve remembered, believe me, because Katie can be a little hellcat when she’s in ‘Daddy’ mode. Some part of me must have known though, because when I woke up we were spooned. She lay on her side with her back pressed against my front and her head resting on my arm. The hand of that arm was holding her firm, full breast and my other arm was around her waist. Her knees were drawn up, with mine molded to them and my cock was hard, nestled into the valley formed by her legs lying one on top of the other. Not a bad position to find yourself in, early in the morning.
I saw a spot on the side of her neck that was exposed, her auburn hair having fallen away, so I kissed it and she stirred. I kissed again and heard her hum, “Umm, that feels good, Daddy, don’t stop.” I kept kissing and she reached up to pull her hair away from her neck so I could get to all of it. For a while she just laid there, purring her enjoyment, and then she raised one knee and let my cock rise up to rest against her smooth, hairless sex. She reached down and stroked it with just her fingertips and said, “I see Daddy’s little man is awake already. He must have missed me.” Then she closed her legs and held me there while she softly rubbed just the head where it poked through. She’d told me once before that she liked doing this. She’d said, “It feels strange, almost like I have a fat little cock of my own to play with. I can understand why men like to jerk off. If I had one for real I’d never get anything done because I’d be too busy with this.”
We played and talked and kissed for a long time. She told me that she had been out with her girl friends the night before. It got late and some of the girls had left the bar with the guys that they had allowed to pick them up. She hadn’t wanted to go home, so she came here to crawl into bed with me. I was glad she did. But now I wanted to be glad for something else. The heat was beginning to rise in that moist, fleshy snare between her legs and I began to move against her. She took the not-so-subtle hint and opened them for me, but held my cock in place against her with her hand, so it could slide against her groove. As her juices began to flow they coated my shaft and soon it was slick enough that she formed her hand around the end of it and let the head slide through the tunnel that she’d formed. After a couple of minutes I pulled back till I could feel my cock head resting at the entrance to her little cunny and she pressed it in so I could shove it inside. When I did, she gave a long, throaty “ohhhh”, and said, “Yes, Daddy, fuck your little girl. My pussy has been so lonely for you. Sometimes I think about you and I get so wet and hot down there, especially if I know I’m going to see you later. Umm, keep doing that with your finger, too; it makes my good spot tingle.” (By this, she was referring to her clit. She calls it her Good Spot. I was lightly and repeatedly pressing the top of her mound with one finger.)
Because of our position I was only penetrating her with about half of my cock and I was going slowly in and out. Sometimes, that’s enough. It doesn’t always have to be fast and furious. But when it’s slow and leisurely like this it gives you time to think, and my thoughts turned to that wonderful ass that was pressing back against me. I said, “Katie, do you want to try something else?”