Jewel Breckenridge - Daddy_s little girls

Ellen had done that – Roger vaguely noted in his mind – not Mark, but Ellen; and – holy Jesus – Roger could not believe what his thirteen-year-old daughter was doing now. She was dropping her hand slowly downward on Mark's trembling young body, rubbing and pressing against his chest, playing with her fingers between the buttons in his shirt, then running her hand down farther and with no formalities unzipping his fly in a single lewd motion, sticking her hand in, and greedily pulling out his youthful penis. In her hand the young boy's teenage cock was still half-soft, but, as she looked at it with obscene fascination and experimented, running her fingers over the smooth rubbery head, then clamping her hand around and beginning to softly massage it up and down – it grew ever large and harder. She was staring at it, as wide-eyed as Mark – who had one softly fleshed breast covered with red marks from his pawing fingers and the other totally wet from his mouth – was staring at her passionately heaving breasts. What her father didn't know was that she was staring so wantonly because she had never seen or touched one before and it fascinated her, this peculiar hard, rubbery device that she now controlled in her massaging hands but which she well knew was capable of penetrating, of subduing her virginal body.

And outside the garage, Ellen's spying father watched the whole lewd spectacle from the window, beyond all thoughts of breaking it up, now, for his own guilt came into play – he was complicit in what was going on here, he was watching and moreover he was enjoying watching. Yet his parental feelings were nevertheless bruised when he saw Mark – on his own and no longer needing prodding from his girl friend – began to run his hand searchingly downward over Ellen's innocent body. His groping hand reached her bared knee, and Ellen froze momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her naked sensitive flesh.

The aroused teenager, unsure, rubbed her knee for a full minute as though that were his only interest, then his massaging fingers slowly crept an inch higher. He continued rubbing, stroking, raising his hand almost unnoticeably farther up her tapered young leg until he was sneakily pushing the hem of her short dress. Soon enough his relentlessly moving hand was halfway up to the crotch band of her sheer panties and then it was all the way up and, trembling, reaching for the soft smooth mound enclosed so temptingly beneath the white nylon panties up between her legs. His fingers made tentative contact and Ellen jerked, but simultaneously she spread her shapely legs a tiny bit to give him better access. Mark understood and began to run his fingers hungrily over her warmly moistened pussy-slit, pushing, and discovering. Soon he was pressing gently up into her widespread little cunt, but still separated from her naked pussy by the thin white panties.

The excited young blonde squirmed away a little as her friend's middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skimpy nylon panties into her suddenly throbbing vaginal crevice. She sat on the pile of boards with the boy's erect, blue-veined cock clasped in one hand, and her enticingly curved legs now widening more, relaxing somewhat to admit Mark's more-persistently probing hand.

With a lustful lurch, the hand probed suddenly beneath the tight elastic leg band of the panties, and Roger shuddered watching the outlines of the boy's searching fingers make contact with his young daughter's unviolated pussy up beneath the sheer white material. The fingers began to stroke, finding a slow teasing rhythm, pressing lewdly into her thin spread cuntal slit now, as Ellen herself – head thrown back in lewd abandon and unaware of anyone – began, to Roger's shock, to grind her hips experimentally, and her head began to toss.

Ellen had done this herself sometimes, but to have someone else fingering her excited pussy was a new experience, and her young round buttocks lifted up off the pile of boards, grinding back and forth to the obscene tempo of the fingers probing tantalizingly up into her pulsating opening.

Suddenly Mark pulled his hand away from her impassioned cunt and peeled down her flimsy panties as far as her knees, then returned his hand to stroking her hair-fringed furrow also running some extra explorations over her now nakedly accessible white buttocks. Ellen wiggled her long, dangling legs from the wood pile to shake the panties off the rest of the way, finally succeeding in kicking them forcefully to the ground. Her lewdly exposed pussy was in full view to her father now from the nearby window as the teenager stroked his extended middle finger up and down her parting blonde-fringed slit which was wet from the secretions seeping excitedly from Ellen's pouting pink cuntal lips. The finger slid up as far as the tiny pink bud of her erect little clitoris, and probed desirously down as far as the very opening to her virginal cunt.

Roger's precocious daughter now totally relaxed her full inner thighs to give the young boy greater access to her slippery cunt, and at the same time increased the lewd tempo which she so enthusiastically stroked and jerked his swelling cock in wide-eyed fascination. With each obscene stroke the youth's stimulated penis expanded into greater lust-inflamed hardness, just as Ellen gyrated her hips more, her naked white buttocks lifting well into the air now in wanton invitation as she helped Mark skewer his extended middle finger into her tightly resisting hymen, entering slightly into her narrow unstretched vagina. She seemed to like it even though it hurt, and she twisted her blonde-fringed cunt wantonly around his inserted finger. She stared shamelessly at the ever-enlarging cock against which her hand looked like a doll's. And then – her own excitement seeming to egg her on – she bent her head, her long blonde hair tumbling around the boyish cock, to get a closer look, her pussy still thrashing wildly all the while into Mark's cupping hand, which had the finger now permanently sunk up into her virginal vagina to the second knuckle, with tiny droplets of blood and her own eager cuntal secretions running down onto the skewering fingers.

If the whole scene had shocked Roger from the very start – from seeing Ellen traipsing off with a teenager into the garage, to seeing Mark rub her soft round breast and Ellen respond by excitedly removing her blouse, to seeing that she intentionally had worn no brassiere beneath, to watching her blatantly force Mark's head down to suck her stiffened little nipples then probe into the boy's pants to fondle his throbbing cock; and above all her own passionate reaction to Mark's lewd probing of her chaste young pussy – if this shocked him, it was nothing compared to what came next! Roger's own sex life had been practically nil for sometime. Occasionally he and his wife did make love, but it was perfunctory and an unimpassioned performance which left them both nearly as frustrated as when they began. There was absolutely no erotic variation in Roger's sex life with his wife, and there never had been, not even in their college days when they had first gotten to know one another. In the beginning he had tried to push his wife's head down over his erectly waving penis but she had never taken the hint, or if she had, she'd promptly ignored it and escaped his grip. She was seldom ever willing to lay her hands on his lust-swollen cock, let alone her mouth.

And that is now what Roger saw directly in front of him just a few feet away through the garage window. His daughter's inquiring eyes and long blonde hair had tumbled so close to the erect boyish cock in her hand that she stuck her tongue out experimentally to sample the smooth texture of the round fleshy head, her tongue thrust yearningly toward the adolescent's swollen penis. Ellen shifted her position, to get her head nearer, which pulled her own cuntal softness from the reach of Mark's exploring hand. She lay supine on the edge of the woodpile, facing the window, her mouth teasing the entire blood-filled length, and now Mark shifted his own position to be able to continue exploring her nakedly widespread pussy, leaning his upper body on the woodpile behind and bringing his hand up through her legs from behind.