Jewel Breckenridge - Daddy_s little girls

Transitions were always fast with Ellen and in a fraction of a second she stopped suddenly and seemed as though she had never been dancing. She walked to the bed and sat down on it, legs spread perhaps a foot apart, and stretched languidly. Then she slowly spread her legs wider apart, directly facing the nail hole with all her delicious nakedness exposed from her uplifted young breasts to the soft light blonde-haired triangle of her cunt.

Roger almost choked as his young daughter began lasciviously massaging her breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the softened nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored slowly open and closed, exposing the thin slit of her wetly glistening vagina nestled teasingly in the sparse blonde hair up between her widespread thighs.

Her feet were pointed directly at her heavily breathing father now as she laid her head back on the bed and began to work her shapely adolescent body into a burning passion. Her hotly grinding buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it, and sheer wanton desire appeared in her deep blue eyes.

She writhed more lasciviously now as though being attracted by some unseen lover, both her hands dancing over her body as though out of control, the fingertips gliding over the smooth milk-white belly and coming to rest together at the tender "vee" of her soft hair-covered cuntal furrow. She groaned at the sudden lewd contact of her hands with the moist pink slit and pulled her knees straight up, toes still on the mattress. Then she straightened her legs out over her like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed and with a deeper groan, let the columns fall wide apart to fully expose to her excited father the clearest view he'd ever had of the moist glistening furrow up between her thighs. God what a tight little cunt, he thought as her fingers crawled to the soft hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet slippery pinkness was fully visible and the tight little vaginal mouth opened hungrily. The half-moons of her sensuously rounded buttocks raised up in lewd anticipation off the bed, spreading the narrow crevice between them, and he gasped at her tiny pink anus nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen, desire-agitated pussy lips.

Roger gasped as his brazen daughter slowly inserted her middle finger up into the glistening pink vaginal slit, stroking her tiny bud-like clitoris. Her probing fingers worked themselves inside the edges of her passion-drenched cuntal lips, and then she slipped her finger into her tight little vaginal opening and began to work it smoothly in and out between her legs. Apparently she liked it, for her legs jackknifed back, knees mashed against her breasts, and her rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the lewdly thrusting finger. Ellen's facial muscles tightened as she added another finger to the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed in beyond the hungry pink folds into her expanding and contracting little cunt-hole. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise and a moan of forbidden pleasure purred ecstatically from her lips.

Ellen had been possessed, although she was still in control, as Roger would see in a couple of minutes. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion, the rapid rhythm bringing grunts of lewd pleasure from deep within her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink opening, making moist, sucking sounds as she withdrew them only to push them in again. Her face was red – near to climax and she groaned rapturously as her fingers thrust harder and deeper – they were just not enough! She tried to brutally thrust a third finger into her cunt but that was too many for her virginal cunt and it would not work. The problem, anyway, was that she needed more depth and not more width. She craved something more penetrating than fingers as her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long blonde hair flying in frustration at the nearness and yet the distance of a climax. Her hand beat a wild staccato sliding the two wet fingers against the wide-straining buttocks which she smacked sharply on each instroke, her deep guttural sounds of joy faster and louder with each passing second. The climax was coming, hanging by a thin thread above Ellen, and just a few more deep thrusts and twists might have brought it she knew, but that is not what she wanted.

Suddenly, on an out-stroke she pulled her fingers all the way out – air rushing into her vagina popping like a champagne cork and rested her hand motionless on her leg. Her entire vagina area was dripping wet, and now the unused finger also shone glisteningly with the passionate secretions. She spread her legs still wider, a ballet dancer's spread, and moved her trembling hands back to her cunt where she grasped the pink fleshy lips in her fingers and spread them wide apart to merely hold them there, revealing invitingly the wet, fully prepared opening of her virginal vagina which had seen nothing more than a few fingers, and never a hard male cock. On the other side of the wall the lust-swollen cock she wanted beat maddeningly inside her father's pants.

The young blonde teenager remained frozen in this position of wanton invitation, each hand grasping one blood-filled lip of her pussy and spreading it lewdly out to its full width. She was again humming her soft song and she began to slowly open and close the tightly stretched lips – open and close, open and close – and at the same time she flexed the little finger of one finger back and forth in a lewd motion of beckoning for her father to come to her hungry, stimulated cunt, working open and shut in a wild rhythm of temptation.

She broke off her soft melody to say just barely audibly, "Daddy, come here. Daddy, Daddy, come here." She groaned from far down in her throat, hardly able to prolong this throbbing agony. "Please, Daddy," she repeated, "come to me, come here, come right here…"

Yet in his mind Roger had journeyed back to the little Ellen of ten years old, who was a picture of innocence, a daughter who needed and deserved her father's protection and of whom he had been thoroughly proud. He could not connect that Ellen with the wantonly panting girl before him now, craving satisfaction. He simply could not believe, though the proof was before his gaping eyes, that in a few short years the hard, thin little girl's body had become this trembling, palpitating incarnation of lustful arousal spread obscenely before him. How could it have happened? But yet, it had, clearly it had and the most incredible thing of all was that she desired her own father. Perhaps only because he was the nearest man; but whatever, she desperately desired him – no, at this moment it was stronger than a desire, it was an immediate over powering need, one which no male, seeing Ellen in her present hungry condition, could in good conscience fail to satisfy. He had to respond.

Ellen was getting still wilder as she writhed around on the bed and continued flexing her little finger in uninhibited invitation, at the same time moving her own eyes back and forth from the puffy hair-lined lips she was spreading so temptingly with her trembling fingers to the open nail hole and her father's eye on the other side. She was heaving her buttocks up and down, trembling uncontrollably, as she pressed the full pink lips of her excited pussy open and shut, open and shut, ever faster, invitingly flexing her little finger, her hands and the entire area between her legs drowned in the vaginal secretions pouring from her impassioned cunt.

Roger, fully drunk, did not hesitate to answer his daughter's plea.

He went carefully into the hall, glancing around to make sure no one saw him, and then tried the door to Ellen's bedroom. It was unlocked, naturally, and pushing it open, he went in so quickly that he swirled back on the door, without having even looked at Ellen, and immediately locked it. The bolt made a noise as it locked, but he was sure the noise wasn't too loud and no one would have heard it. And it turned out he was right, luck was with him… so far.