It really did hurt. Doris comforts and encourages her daughter. Joe has fulfilled his duty as a father and resolves to take this sacred task to heart.
Joe comes as deep in the virginal womb of his daughter. The sight of her face, eyes squeezed shut, a painful expression around her mouth, her gasping breath, and her soft pale chest with the nipples now completely invertend, all this has turned him on like never before. His wifes encouragement makes him so aroused that he can no longer restraint himself. Looking at Angels stomach, still with a soft layer of fat underneath the skin and watching the end of his penis that cannot enter her small tunnel, he empties his balls in four thick streams of daddycum.
At first, Angel had been completely dry and he had really feared that his shaft would be chafed by the unyielding flesh of the girl’s narrow cunt. Only when Doris had started to gently move over Angel’s closed slit, massaging the sensitive spot of the hidden clit, the girl had started to lose a bit of slime – merely enough to make it less painfull to dive as deep as to reach her cervix.
Once his sacred task had been fulfilled, he withdrew from her, on his knees waiting to watch his semen bubble out from the swollen pink slit. He stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom to have a well earned shower. Meanwhile, Doris stayed with Angel, caressing her hair, cheeks, shoulders and chest. She kissed her daughter gently on the lips, telling her she had done perfectly, just as befits a big girl.
‘Congratulations, darling, you’re a woman now,’ she whispers, ‘a lot of daddies seeds are on their way to your uterus now, comforting it and make it ready for more. How do you feel, baby?’
Angel opens her eyes. Tears run down her blushing cheeks. ‘It hurt, mum, and it still hurts. Why must it hurt so much while both of you told me it would be nice and fun?’
‘Believe me, sweetheart, daddy has done his best to comfort you. He loves you beyond everything and hurting you would be the last thought on his mind. For some girls, the gift can be a little painful, yes. But you can rest now, sleep a little while. I can see you’re tired. Close your eyes, baby, and you’ll see the pain will be gone after a good rest.’
Doris covers the girl with a sheet and leaves the room. She can still hear Angel moaning softly when she finally shuts the door. She joins her husband in the shower and lathers his limp member until it comes back to life under her skilleld fingers, then puts the top between her lips to swallow half the length of the shaft.
‘I don’t know if there’s anything left for you, darling,’ Joe murmurs, but his pelvis soon begins to move in an exciting rhytm. He doesn’t get completely hard anyhow and Doris thinks she could try something else to pleasure her man. She stops sucking but keeps his glans on her tongue, mouth nearly shut. She can’t speak with her mouth full of cock, but she looks up to him and her hungry gaze tells him what she wants now. He lets his water flow and at the sight of his urine running over her lips, her chin and her chest, he feels his dick getting thicker and harder. Swallowing some of the sacred liquid, she keeps his penis loosely on her tongue and feels it grown Then she gently starts to suck again, taking as much of the length as she can bear. Joe thrusts his member as deep as he dares into her throat and when she retch’es helplessly and tears burst from her eyes, the last of the remaining sperm ends up deep in her throat.
‘Now it’s your turn, lady,’ Joe pants. He kneels before her and patiently waits until the first drops find their way ou, followed by a warm stream until her bladder is completely emptied. ‘Good girl,’ he moans, ‘it was high time for you to rid yourself. Did I ever say that, to me, it smells just as pleasant as roses?’
‘Are you becoming romantic? That’s new to me,’ Doris laughs, ‘but allright: I know you love it. Otherwise I wouldn’t dare.’
When she is dressed again, Doris walks into Angels room. The girl is fast asleep. Between her legs the puddle of daddycum has almost dried up. She takes the crotchless panties from the bed to handwash it later. She puts a pink Disney pair near Angels hand.
By noon the girl is awake. Walking is visibly a bit difficult for her. Joe greets her like he does with Doris: a brief kiss on the lips and his hands on her buttocks. ‘Here’s my love with her nice little bottom,’ he smiles and then sits down at the table for lunch. Angels seems to have no appetite at all. She looks a bit scared, then asks her mother: ‘Can I call Denise to come over?’
‘Why should she?’ Joe asks, ‘on a fourteenth birthday, no girl of our community get visitors. Didn’t mum tell you that, little twat? You’re my wife now, remember, and you’re supposed to obey the rules.’
Tears burst from Angels eyes. ‘Now, Joe, sweetheart, you see what mood she’s in. She needs a bit of comfort. Denise is a sweet girl, her parents are two of our kind, and she’s nearly fifteen. Nothing ever passed her lips. I’m sure it would do Angel good to see her, just for an hour. We don’t need to leave for the airport until quarter to five. I think it would be good to have Denise over with Angel, in her room, privately. Girls talk is very important at their age.’
‘You’re always trying to cut corners and to undermine my authority, lady. But I won’t be a bully today. Let her call that girl, goddamn. Good to know though that her parents have promised her to me, so that I will be the first to fuck her when she turns 16. Even is she’s not my type at all. Too fat, awful tits, even Frank, her own father, fucks her only because he has to. Allright, lady, go and call her. For an hour only, hear!’
45 minutes later, Denis rings at the door. Angel hurries to let her friend in, but her crotch and her inner thighs still hurt. When Denise follows Angel on the stairs, she immediately knows what’s going on. She has had the same discomfort eight months ago. And she had not been allowed to make a friend come over. She’s happy to be with Angel on this day. Denise is a very empathic girl and she understands the art of comforting and encouraging friends who are facing problems. And she’s sure Angel doesn’t feel well. She always thinks of Joe as rather insensitive. Allthough she guesses Joe is one of the men who she will have to sleep with when she turns 16 (her dad and Joe are longlife friends and cut from the same cloth) she knows how to behave. So, after a polite greeting to the man of the house and Doris, she follows Angel upstairs.
The girls sit on Angels bed, surrounded by tens of fur Disney dolls, on the pink sheets. As they usually do, they sit on the bed cross-legged, facing each other. Until Denise was fourteen, the two friends used to play nurse and patient, feeling each other on their sensitive spots and, once they were 12, they learned to masturbate. In fact, it was Denise who taught the younger girl the trick to arouse herself. Later on, they masturbated each other, allthough reaching an orgasm wasn’t an item yet. Both friends were in fact late in puberty and until 13 still very, very girly if not to say a bit childish but so infectuously innocent.
Angel still was that kind of innocent girl until only four months ago when she first bleeded. Doris told it Joe when they were having dinner: ‘See, darling, your daughter is becoming a woman. She has her first periods.’ Joe wasn’t that happy with it at the time: ‘Couldn’t she wait three months longer? Now there’s a chance to get her pregnant on the very first try.’ Angel didn’t make much of these words, she trusted Doris and Joe in every respect. She already knew that she would have to lay with her father on her fourteenth birthday, but didn’t think about it.
Sitting on Angels bed in their familiar way, watching each others panties peeping between their thighs, Angel wanted so much to snuggle up close to Denise, slide her hands over her friend’s thighs and feeling that warm, damp spot again until Denise couldn’t hold in and would free herself from the soft fabric and let Angels fingers touch her. But as she was told earlier today, nobody was allowed to touch her anymore. And for her part, Denise, too, would have been told the same.
‘It happened to you too, didn’t it?’ asked Denise.
Angel just nodded. She couldn’t simply utter a word.
‘It’s allright, Angel, I understand. It’s your fourteenth birthday. Did it hurt a lot? I can tell by the way you walk… Tomorrow it will be over.’
‘And when it happened again? Does it always hurt?’
‘It needs training, as mum says. I can’t say it’s something I’m fond of, but you know… the idea making your dad happy – and it does for sure, he’s much happier than before you know… well, as children we owe a lot to our parents. Sometimes it feels really good, sometimes it’s the last thing on my mind, but mum always says we have to accept the laws of nature.’
‘We can’t play nurse and patient anymore now, can we?’
‘You know that. Since I’m fourteen I didn’t play with you, nor with my brother. He doesn’t understand and I am not allowed to explain him why. He’s seven and he wouldn’t understand it anyway. But it’s a pity, yes. I liked to make you better, especially since your little knob down there has also become sensitive.’
‘I hate being ungrateful to my parents and lying to them, but why shouldn’t we go on playing together. We aren’t hurting anyone, are we? Not even our daddies,’ Angel says.
‘Are you sure your mum or dad won’t come in?’
‘Surely not, or they would knock first.’
‘Okay, let’s give it a try,’ Denise mumbles, and she stretches the crotch of her panties to one side, reveiling her beautiful pink little mussel. In turn, Angel does the same. The girls are a bit distressed. They know they are behaving badly by being disobedient. But seeing each other pussy makes them joyful. After a while, Denise covers her pussy and bends over towards Angel and kisses her friend on the lips. Angel shivers with excitement, but she knows it’s time for her friend to leave. The hour flew by.
‘When will you arrive at Disney,’ Denise asks.
‘Maybe 10 o’clock. It will still be light, I hope. Mum has booked the bride suite for us. Very expensive. Dad thinks we can’t afford it, but mum is strong willed. She booked it anyway. On Saturday I want to go on all the rides. And on Sunday I get mum’s credit card and am allowed to go shopping on my own until I spent 250 dollars. I’ve been looking through the Princess catalogue. They have a whole range of pink Princess panties, you know. I’m so excited. I hope I can buy them all…’
‘I’m wearing lace panties now. Same as mum. Do you think your dad prefers children’s underwear? ‘
‘I don’t want to grow up, frankly. If I could choose, I’d be forever eight or nine and be daddies little princess for ever and ever.’
There’s a knock on the door. Doris comes in and says Angel has to prepare for leaving. Denise hugs her friend for long seconds and then kisses Doris on the cheek.
‘What a wonderful friend you’ve got,’ says Doris when Denise has walked out, ‘she’s a true blessing. Now get up, I can’t wait to leave.’
While Doris is controlling the luggage, Joe summons Angel on his lap. He caresses her chest and his right hand disappears under her frock, touching the crotch of her panties.
‘A bit damp, aren’t they? You didn’t allow Denise to touch you, I hope. Or are you so easily aroused yet at a simple touch from your daddy?’
He doesn’t wait for an answer. In fact, he’s convinced that he has completely won his daughter over and that she’s already wet when he touches her down there.
TO BE CONTINUED
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