Robert Vickers - Spreading for teacher

Her own pink tongue worked against the tip of his. She fondled that tongue as if it were the tip of his cock. The only thing that mattered to her was getting the man excited.

Her hand moved up his leg until it rested on his crotch. From the activity she felt under her hand, she didn't have to worry too much more about getting him hot and bothered.

He was ready to fuck.

Pulling away, he said, "I love you more than life itself. But… but you're my very own daughter!"

Playing her role, the girl instantly responded, "But Daddy, love comes in so many forms. Must you just look? Can't you hold me close? In your arms?"

"Yes, yes!" he hissed. "I can do that!"

"I want you so!" And her hand begin unzipping his pants. For a moment, she thought he was going to protest. Then he seemed to relax a little and began to explore her lush young body.

"Your body! I can't believe you're my daughter. But the… the snatch. It's the snatch of a little girl."

She felt his hand gliding over the naked pussy mound. The tingling his hand generated echoed through her entire body. She wanted him more than she'd have believed possible when Jack had approached her with this idea. The whole incest scene turned her on. She found herself imagining that he was her father.

It made things go a lot smoother and gave her a hell of a big turn-on.

Arms around each other, they collapsed to the softness of the fur bedspread. She moved her shoulders a little, both to get closer to the man she was pretending to be her father and to luxuriate in the sinful pleasure given her skin by the fur.

"Kiss me, kiss me all over," she whispered hotly in his ear. Then she started nibbling on the earlobe just enough to let him know she meant every word.

"Yes, yes! Your body is all mine. It sprang from my seed, and I'll give you the gift of my seed!"

"Yes, yes, ooohhh, yes, fuck me!"

He stiffened in her arms. For a split second, she thought she'd made a mistake. Moving quickly, she threw her leg over his and began rubbing her nude snatch on his pants leg. It was enough to get his mind off her momentary lapse. She'd have to be careful in the future. She shouldn't use such "bad" words. They weren't part of a twelve-year-old's vocabulary – at least, not his twelve-year-old ideal's.

She wrapped herself totally around his leg and began rubbing faster and faster. The thrill it gave her was indescribable. Every time she slid down his leg, her pussy lips were pulled wide open. As she moved her hips up his leg, her entire sex gash was treated to lingering touches. When he began raising and lowering his leg, giving her added pressure on her snatch, she found she could no longer speak coherently.

The only sounds coming from her lips were sounds of undiluted joy.

This was the life. She didn't care if he pretended she was a garbage collector. As long as he fucked her.

"Take me, Daddy, take me with your long… thing!"

She almost made the mistake of asking him to fuck her with his long cock. That would have spoiled the atmosphere. Twelve-year-olds didn't ask their fathers to fuck them.

"Yes, dearest, yes, I will, I will!"

His hands were more and more insistent. He clutched at her asscheeks. Pulling them apart gave the teenager a pang of pain which passed quickly. Then the finger exploring her firm young ass found her anus. The finger dipped down and into her asshole.

She surged forward against the man. She felt tears running down her face. The sensations running wildly through her gut needed to be put to rest with a long cock. The finger was only stirring her sexual appetites to the point where she'd do anything.

"Stick it in! I need it in me!" she begged. Her legs drifted apart in wanton invitation to his prick.

She felt the man's cock against her shaved pussy. Her hips seemed to obey their own instincts.

She began rubbing up and down on his prick. She needed it inside her, but this was the next best thing. Hesitating over actually touching it, the girl used her body to convey the aching need she felt.

The man seemed to know what she felt. He reached down between their bodies and started stroking across her cunt-mound. He seemed to come alive at the feel of the hot, fevered flesh that had once been under her pubic hair.

"Oh, daughter mine, I love you! And now, take this gift! I'm going to give you my seed! I'll plant it in you."

"Plant it deep!" she cried. Her hand closed over his and guided him along her well-greased sex lips. His hand was shaking. At least, she thought it was his hand that quivered so. It might have been hers.

Rolling over onto her back, she moved her legs as wide open as possible. His hand was still covering her sex gash. She managed to get him to shove a finger up her cunt. In a few seconds, his entire hand was moist with her pussy juice.

"Isn't that so much nicer than up my asshole? Go on, Daddy, give me your gift. Your daughter wants her present from you right now!"

He heavily turned and crushed her down into the bed. His face was flushed with exertion, with excitement. His breath was a hot gale exciting her. Every time it swirled around her turgid nipples, she felt a new thrill.

"Hurry, hurry!" she urged. "I can't wait for you!"

"I am coming, coming, ohhhh, ummmm, yessss!" he sighed as he gently penetrated her body.

Fawn gasped as she felt his cock slithering into her twat. The gentle way he entered her almost took her by surprise. She had become used to the forceful fucking, the sudden intrusion all the way up her cunt.

None of that with this man. He was treating her as if she were his very own daughter being fucked for the first time. The girl decided to go along with it. The difference in lovemaking styles was amazing to her.

"Go on, move, move, MOVE!"

He moved. At first, he fucked her with deliberate strokes. She felt his cock fully inside her. She simply lay there and let him do his thing. She tensed her cunt muscles just a little and felt the thick, broad purpled head of his prick.

But that was only part of the pillar of prick fucking her. The sides were rippled with skin moving gently back and forth, stimulating both of them as he moved. She'd never been fucked by a man with a foreskin still intact before.

The way it bunched up around the head of his cock gave her a tiny tremor that shot into her belly. As he pulled back, the man had a way of giving her a little twitch. He didn't jerk or yank yet the effect was the same. He was telling her how much he cared for her, how much pleasure he could give with his prick.

"Faster, ohhh, give it to me faster, harder! Treat me rough!"

"Yes, my little one, yes, I will!"

And he began working faster in her cunt. His prick began to surge in and out of her, fucking her good. She couldn't complain about his cocksmanship. He was playing her like a fish on a line. He built up her passions to the point where she felt she'd come, then he eased off.

Before she could complain, he started in with a new and wonderfully different method of stimulating her. He moved from diddling her clit to stroking over the smooth mound of her sex, then reached under and squeezed down firmly on her tight ass.

Just as she became super-excited from one area's stimulation, he quickly moved on and began letting her know the full thrill of having all her erogenous zones turned on at the same time.

"I… I'm cummiiing!" she shrieked.

"Yes, my dear, yes, yes!"

And she came amid shouts and thrashing on the bed. She felt her ass grinding down into the bedspread. That tickled and pleased her. His hands were working on her asscheeks. He was rhythmically gripping and releasing them. Her skin burned from his touch.

The point where he got to her most was her cunt. His cock was well-trained. He found each and every nerve the entire length of her twat. His prick brushed and rubbed and fondled the soft folds of her pussy walls. Then his hips exploded in a wild frenzy of activity.