Page 21 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

“It’s so wrong,” she breathed before a cry escaped her lips, transforming into a high whine. Because I’d leaned down and with a lascivious smile, trailed the flat of my tongue all the way from her asshole up those pussy lips, finishing at her clit with a last lick. Shit she tasted good, her nectar was going strong, tangy and sweet with a hint of honey.

“That’s right baby,” I ground out. “Did you like that? There’s more of it where it came from if you do as Daddy says. Because we’re learning, baby, we’re learning, and Daddy wants you to give him a guided tour of your twat. So come on baby, what did you just pick up? Show Daddy,” I commanded.

Mandy was breathing hard now, barely able to focus, and I wasn’t sure the brunette was going to be able to do it. But taking a deep breath, she looked down, eyes wide, and with one soft finger began to point.

“These are my pussy lips,” she murmured, trailing her digits up and down the pink parentheses which grew puffier as she touched them, glossy under the light. “And this is my hole, where you go in,” she said with a coy smile at me. “It’s also where babies come out,” she added with a sly look my way. Oh shit, oh shit, the birds and the bees, that’s right, we needed protection. But I pushed it out of my mind, my dick was dying to be in her no matter the consequences.

And Mandy smiled at me knowingly, like she was reading my mind. “And this is my clit,” she continued, lightly trailing her fingers over that two-inch nub. The girl was so big, so stiff, that it was almost like a mini-flagpole, waving in the air, begging to be sucked. And with another coy look at me, the girl pinched the bud, her butt jerking on the shower seat.

“It’s where you make me feel good,” she panted, boobs heaving. “It’s how Daddies make little girls feel good.”

And I nodded, eyes never leaving that little twat.

“Daddy needs to make a correction,” I rumbled. “Little girls feel good whenever they’re touched down here. Doesn’t have to be your clit, doesn’t have to be a specific spot, your nub is just one special place. But if Daddy touches your hole,” I said, trailing a digit lightly over that dark spot, “Or your lips,” I continued, grazing the puffy flesh, “Or your clit,” I added, lightly circling her button and making the girl squeal and squirm, “It all feels good. Everywhere, baby likes it everywhere.”

And Mandy was panting hard now, pulling her knees wider, showing all of that slutty pussy.

“But Daddy,” she continued, eyes meeting mine. “Didn’t you forget something?”

I groaned, dick high and tight, dripping like a faucet just inches from that perfect cunt.

“I did honey, I did. Daddy’s a connoisseur, you know what that means right?”

The brunette nodded slowly.

“Yes Daddy, it means that you really appreciate me.”

“That’s right sweetheart,” I nodded affirmatively. “Daddy really appreciates Baby’s luscious body, this tight virgin twat, and Daddy likes to see inside too. It’s not just the outside that matters, the inside is just as important, just as precious. So hold yourself open honey, pull those labia apart and show Daddy what you have inside, give me some good pussy gape.”

The brunette’s eyes flickered for a moment, shocked and titillated, but the slut inside took over and with small, swift fingers, Mandy did as told.

“Like this?” she cooed. “Like this?”

And I almost fucking passed out then, she was so beautiful, so unbelievably gorgeous. Because the sight of my baby girl, poised on the seat with her legs spread, showing me everything was a fucking fantasy come to life. Her fingers spread those sweet lips, pulling the engorged flesh back so that I could see deep inside, and oh fuck, oh fuck, but there’s nothing more beautiful than the inside of a woman’s pussy. Her channel was a deep, bright pink, glistening wetly, the walls pulsing, waiting for dick, and the aroma was so strong, her cunt smell so overwhelming that I almost spurted right there.

“Baby,” I panted, fisting my dick slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from the steaming flesh. “Baby you’re beautiful.”

And Mandy giggled breathily then, slightly shifting her hips so that I could get a better view straight up that hole.

“Why don’t you play with it then Daddy?” she cooed. “Play with it and make me feel good.”

And like a slave, I obeyed. Mesmerized, my hand moved forward as if in a dream to lightly touch her bud before caressing the inside of her pussy, the inside of her fleshy labia, touching that glistening pink, watching as it contracted slightly under my digit.

“Mmm, baby you’re sensitive,” I ground out. “So sweet.”

But this wasn’t just about making her feel good, although that was paramount. This was also about getting the little girl ready for dick because I could tell her hole was too small as is. Without some real stretching exercises, she was gonna be way too tight, it was gonna be un-fucking-comfortable, she’d be moaning and squealing in a bad way, limping with agony the next day.

So I bent my head, lightly lapping at her clit, making her gasp, before lifting and looking Mandy straight in the eye.

“Daddy’s gonna touch your hymen again, this time with my fingers,” I said. “It’s gonna feel good but really stretchy okay? You ready baby?”

And she nodded, eyes wide.

“Okay, go for it Daddy,” she murmured. “Go for it.”

So with one finger on her clit, lightly rubbing, I lifted my other hand to graze that sweet hole. But instead of brushing past it like I had in the past, this time, I began to worm my finger in, to push against that soft tightness, the flesh engorged and resilient.

“Oh ummm,” Mandy exclaimed, head going back. “Mmmm!”

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