Bob Wallace: Daughter_s pet peeve

"Aaaaaah," she sighed, her prayers answered. "Harder, Daddy. Do it harder!" She humped his hand like she had done to the dog's back. The fact that it was her father's hand added to the experience and she soared into the heavens, her orgasm within reach.

Neil stroked his daughter's oozing humping pussy with more assurance, enthralled with her twisting gyrating body as she raced toward her climax. He wanted to plunge his finger into her cunt, break her cherry, but held back, wanting her to be t he one to decide how and when she would lose her innocence.

"I'm getting ready! I'm getting ready!" she squealed, thrashing on the bed, jerking her hips, squishing her cunt against her father's stroking hand. "Make me! Make me cum!"

"Yes, baby," Neil groaned, holding his hand against her cunt, his fingers manipulating her bloated tiny clit. "Cum for daddy! Cum all over daddy's hand."

Her father's voice swept her along the hot blazing path to the summit. She bucked against him, mashing her clit into his hand, wriggling her hips in erotic tight circles as she came closer and closer to drenching her father's hand in her warm bubbly cum.

She stared at him, her eyes wide with joy. She was swimming in her own passion. 'I want your cock," she groaned as the first of many orgasms seized her in a wave of pleasure. "I'mmmmm… coming… Daddy!"

Neil was caught up in his daughter's orgasm. Paralyzed, he sat on the bed, watching his young, sweet, innocent child transformed into a lust-crazed woman before his very eyes. His cock ached for her. His body tightened as he watched his baby cream herself, getting her young body off on his hand.

He groaned. "Cummmm, cummmm, baby! Cummmm!"

"Yesssssss!" Melissa wailed, thrashing and churning on the bed, a pawn to her father's hand as climax after climax engulfed her in delicious waves of ecstasy. "I… I… ammmm!"

She bucked at him, the ferociousness of her orgasm unbelievable. She humped up, her hand massaging her tits, tweaking her nipples painfully, blending the ache with joy. She rocked her hips, jabbing her body at him. "I want youuu!" she squealed. "Oooooooooo, daddddyyy! I want youuu!"

Arching up into the air, she rotated her young firm ass in frantic jerks that kept her in the swirling vortex of her orgasm. She looked at him, swept up into the most wonderful orgasm of her tender years. "Aghhhh!" Her voice echoed the crashing plunge over the precipice and into the black void of her climax.

Neil watched his churning child and saw her eyes roll up into her head. He saw her mouth open, her scream catching in her throat as her thighs clutched his stroking hand. She was a woman, a woman he desired more than he ever thought possible, yet he couldn't give into his own needs. She must be the one to decide.

Cum gushed from her pussy, soaking his hand over and over again. "Dadddyyy!" she squealed. "AHHHHHHH!" She shuddered, her orgasm floating from her body, leaving in its wake a trembling satisfied child who quivered in ecstasy.

She lay still, her breathing heavy. She parted her legs, allowing her father to remove his juice-soaked hand. "Ohhhh, Daddy, it was heaven. Soooo strong too. Stay with me tonight. Take my cherry."

It took all of Neil's strength to refuse the wonders his daughter was offering to him. "Sleep on it. You might want to save yourself for a young man. I'll get you off with my hand whenever you want and I'll buy a dog for you to take Claudius' place when he leaves."

"I'll still want you in the morning, Daddy," she said. "I'll always want you, not some boy, you… I'll do all the things mommy wouldn't do. I promise. Please stay."

Neil stood up. His legs were weak. "No, baby. We'll talk in the morning. Things will look different. We'll both be more rational then." He walked to the door and blew his daughter a kiss. "Sleep, my kitten, sleep."

"Good-night, Daddy." She waited until he closed the door, then turned over, drifting quickly off to sleep with Claudius already asleep in the corner.

Melissa opened her eyes to the morning sun streaming through the bedroom curtains. She felt refreshed. The night had been filled with wondrous dreams, hot sensuous dreams of her father and dogs, all kinds of dogs.

She tossed the covers back, exposing her young naked body to the warmth of the sun's rays and sighed. Last night seemed like a dream now as she scanned her room and the familiar things in it-her pretty dresser, the top arranged neatly with stuffed animals, her jeans across the chair, and posters of her favorite rock group on the walls.

A soft dreamy smile curled her youthful mouth. It wasn't a dream. Her father had actually come into her bedroom, had seen her naked, had touched her, and had actually got her off with his hand. She shivered excitedly, hugging herself and squeezing her thighs together as she relived some of the hot flaming moments of the night before.

Claudius leaped up on the bed, sniffing the teenager's legs, working his cold nose toward her pussy. He peered up at her and barked, his tail wagging good morning.

"Good morning to you, too, Claudius," she tittered, keeping her thighs firmly closed. "You can forget about having me for breakfast. I'm giving myself to daddy."

"Aaaaaah," she cooed as the realization of what she said hit her smack between the eyes. "Oh, my God! I'm going to have my daddy!"

She pushed Claudius away from her now tingling snatch and rolled out of bed, heading quickly for the shower, her young tits jiggling and Claudius sniffing her ass.

Twenty minutes later, she came out of the shower, dried to a pink glow, her blonde hair dry and shining from vigorous brushing. Her cheeks were flushed and her blue eyes sparkled. "Oh, Daddy, we're going to have such fun together." She petted the dog's head. "We will, too, Claudius. I haven't forgot about you."

Claudius barked his approval and sat by her side while she checked her lithe naked figure in the full-length mirror behind the closet door.

She frowned. Her tits she felt were too small, her hips not fully rounded enough. "Damn… damn… damn," she muttered, remembering how sexy her mother had looked.

She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, trying to decide whether to keep it long or put it in pigtails. She wanted so much to please her father this special morning and make everything perfect.

Claudius' huge head was inches from her pert ass cheeks. He slapped his tongue across them, swiping his tongue over her soft tender flesh.

"Uuuuuwww, Claudius," she crooned. "You're gonna get me hot." Instead of pushing the dog away, she stood for a few minutes, allowing Claudius to run his tongue between her slightly parted thighs, through the lips of her cunt.

"Mmmmm," she purred, leaning against the door, her legs weakening as the Dane slurped. "Stop!"

Claudius ignored the whimpered protests of the teenage girl. He licked her, soaking each delicious ass cheek with doggie spit. His tongue slipped inside, licking along her crack, tantalizing the tiny ring of her asshole with his swiping tongue.

Getting herself together, Melissa pushed the dog away. "You're going to have to learn to wait," she panted, shaking a finger at him, her budding tits jiggling as she admonished the dog in a friendly manner. "Later, okay?"

Claudius barked, his tail swishing back and forth. He barked again, not liking the idea of being denied the pussy of the young girl. His bark quickly changed to a whine when he didn't get his way. He turned and curled up in a large furry ball, waiting by the door.

"Good boy," she sighed, going back to select her clothes for breakfast. She was glad the salon was closed today. It had been one of her father's first decisions after her mother left. Weekends were just for them. She loved him for that. Saturday had always been one of their busiest days, but he had said, "If they're interested, they'll come back during the week." It was different about the kennels, though, but today no one was expected to come by to pick up their dog.