Page 11 of Daddy's Dirty Girl: Bred by My Daddy 4

I tensed my body, and the feeling passed.

Another lick came. Slow, careful and pleasing. That time, he dipped his tongue just inside my pussy and gave my inside a little taste. Again, I felt him moan between my legs.

Again, his breath caressed my sex for a moment.

His fingers entered me, and then almost at the same time, I felt his tongue dance a circle around my asshole and then across. My pucker clenched up at the surprise and I suddenly felt anxious for a second.

“Oh wow, Liz... my baby girl is sweet all over,” he said. “All over.” And then circled my hole again as he pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against my spot.

My daddy always knows just what to say.

Another tickling circle and then he touched my ring with the tip of his tongue, right in the center. His fingers went deeper in my pussy, and he started to spread them, then bring them back together, just like he always did when he was getting his little girl ready for his big daddy dick.

A soft moan slipped out between my lips as his tongue tip peeked inside my ass, just barely pushing past my tight little ring. Peter drove his fingers deep enough so that he could trace circles around my clit with his thumb. Pushed my folds apart, he lightly brushed over top of my button, and then did made a path around before massaging it once more.

Already, I was a breathless mess.

And then he pressed with his tongue. The tingles between my legs turned, almost immediately, into pulses. Hard, clenching, wonderful pulses that I felt so deep inside I thought they came from my belly.

Deeper he pushed his tongue, so deep that I felt his evening stubble against my cheeks.

So good! So, so good, so good! The only thing that could possibly be better is...

Reading my mind, he wrestled a third finger inside my pussy, stretching me at the same time as he ground his thumb hard against my pussy-nib. My skin prickled when he withdrew and circled me, then drove it back in again and again and again.

“Harder!” I screamed, “oh my God harder! Please! I’m gonna come, oh my God I’m coming!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I also couldn’t pretend it wasn’t. My cunt squeezed those curling, spreading fingers, and this time – for the first time – my asshole clenched tight, pushing Peter’s tongue out.

As my body shook with an orgasmic tremor, he went back to tracing circles around my asshole and driving his fingers in, spreading them out, and then pulling them back. I was so full, that when my first gush of sex juice came, it did in a dribble down my thighs rather than the normal squirt.

He just kept pumping. Fingers working inside me, tongue rotating and pushing back inside my ring whenever he could manage, and before I knew it, I gripped the comforter in my fists, balling them up and relaxing in time with the convulsions that wracked my body. A deep, guttural moan came out of me, and as I lost all control, Peter flipped me over onto my back and stared right in my eyes.

His dark, smoldering gaze made me want to keep mine open, but I just couldn’t. Waves of pleasure smacked heavy against my skin, washing in and out of me, all over me. He pistoned his fingers and milked out the last of my desperate, sheet-clenching orgasm before grabbing my thighs and yanking me bodily to the edge of the bed.

When I looked again, Peter had that hungry, sex-crazed look on his face that always got me so worked up. I figured he was just going to drive his cock straight in and fuck me until I was shivering with another climax, but he took seriously what I asked him for earlier.

He kissed down one of my legs from the knee to my thigh and then propped it up with my foot on the bed. Then he did the other just the same way – kisses trailing from my knee almost to my pussy. Once both feet were up, he slipped two fingers back inside my sex, and then pushed my legs further apart and traced a circle around my pucker with his finger, just like he had with his tongue.

Instantly, I was reminded of the first time my daddy touched me – the first time any man really had touched me. I felt the same way, a little scared and very excited. I could tell by how careful and how deliberately he moved, that he was nervous.

“Everything’s okay, I trust you,” I whispered in the dark, candle-lit room. “I know you won’t hurt me. I want this so bad you probably couldn’t even if you tried.” I grinned to let him know that I meant what I said.

He smiled back and touched my entrance with the tip of his finger. Still tentative, and still concerned, but obviously excited, he pushed it inside and gently rotated it in my ring. I loved the feeling of my asshole stretching – I always did. I loved when he fingered me when I got a finger in my ass and a dick in my sloppy, tight little pussy.

With a shimmy of my hips, I pushed him a little further, up to the first knuckle. I felt warm, and very, very good.

“Do it deeper, I’m ready for you.”

He pushed a little further, to the second knuckle, turning it inside me ever so softly. There were tingles of pain, but those very quickly turned to pleasure.

“Put another one in, please?”

A wet drizzle of something slick dripped down between my legs, and then he slipped the tip of his second finger just inside. So slow, so careful.

Already I felt so full of him that I started to grow vaguely afraid that he could not possibly fit that log of a cock inside my ass. As he pushed the second finger deeper and I felt the aching stretch turn again to pleasure, my fear started to wash away. Right when I was about to speak, he started to turn them, just barely spread them apart.

I balled my fists, clenching the blanket in my wet palms. It wasn’t pain I felt – not exactly anyway – but it was so intense, so deep and so filling that I just had to grab something and hold on. When, once again, the prickling hot pain turned into raw pleasure, I had a thought.

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