A Very Merry Christmas - Sex Stories

A Very Merry Christmas

... it, collecting her juices, tasting her, swallowing her tangy nectar. Then, tongue protruding I entered my daughter’s pussy hole. She was warm and wet around me as I probed inside; then slowly started tongue fucking her. I was looking up her body to her face for any sign of consciousness, but she was dead to the world. I moved up to her little clit and teased it with the tip of my tongue, circling and then flicking across it faster and faster. Her breathing quickened slightly only before I heard her pussy gulp and drivel cum from below. I knelt up, pushing a finger deep inside her, giving a few strokes before withdrawing and tasting it. I smelled it her again; a deep pungent aroma much stronger than before. I plunged and pulled again. And this time I leaned over her to touch it to her lips. As I did I felt the tip of my penis touch her pubis. It felt good. Keeping contact with her soft skin I trailed downward until I touched my penis tip to her teenage clit. It felt so wrong. It felt so right. My precum coated her bud and I started moving my penis head gently over her, softly at first, but moving increasingly quicker, increasingly faster. I saw her shudder and I knew she had come again. I was full of lust now. I paused only fast enough to undo my jeans and pull them and my boxers down. I aimed in the half-light at my daughter’s luscious mound and pressed firmly at her succulent lips. They gave way and I entered my daughter’s vagina. It was bliss even this little way inside, ...

... and I heard her murmur something low and guttural. I looked up at her sl**ping face as I gently pressed further inside. There was no resistance and I wondered when and how she had lost her virginity. Inward I pressed and lifted her legs to ease entry. It worked and I slid in to the hilt. I was balls deep in my own daughter and it felt amazing. I could still hear the party going on downstairs, the laughing and joking, as I thrust in out of my daughter’s teenage pussy. She was warm and wet and tighter than my wife. I was now over her, looking down into her pert young features, wanting to see pleasure in them but dreading she should open her eyes. I went faster, moving us both up the bed so I could get greater purchase, my knees digging into the mattress as I really went to work, pumping in and out of her, my rigid tool stroking effortlessly in the slick sluice juice of my only daughter. I thrust faster, praying her eyes would remain shut tight, but now her brow was furrowed and I knew somewhere in her consciousness she knew she was being fucked. Just a little more, in and out, stabbing, jabbing my solid cock into her pleasure palace pussy. And suddenly I felt the well of pressure in my balls and the base of my throbbing cock – I pulled out just in time to spray my love jelly over her puffy wet mons. She let out a long breath and slumped. Her face was now relaxed, motionless. I eased myself up to see she had cum a small pool of cum on the back of her skirt. I pulled up my jeans ...