Lizvette weekend part 3 - Sex Stories

Lizvette weekend part 3

... in pain and pleasure, learning how daddy's love can hurt so good sometimes. I wanted her to feel my cum on her skin and when the time came I pulled out my dick and gave it a couple of rubs. It was too spent by now to spit and spurt at her yet again. It simply oozed and dribbled onto her smooth little ass. I took her hand and f***ed her to rub it in. In a sarcastic voice she said, "You're full of surprises, too." I smiled at her sense of the injustice done to her. "Oh hush up. My cum will make your skin softer than a baby's. Better than lotion." "It will?" She asked. "Maybe you should put some on my face then." I grinned, knowing her skin was already as soft as a baby's. "Yes, we should, Lizvette. That's a good idea." It was a perfectly lovely idea. As I made my plans for that, she added, "And leave my ass for kissing for a little while." In the fog of my post-orgasm endorphin rush, I hadn't caught the edge in her voice. It was clear now, as was in the stiffness of her body. Chapter 2 I stretched out beside her, on my side, kissing her head and telling her I loved her. "You are the perfect girl," I whispered. "I never thought I would have anything like you for my own." She rose abruptly, stared me me cold for several seconds, them leaped off the Ned and stomped toward the bathroom. "Yes! I am a girl! Maybe you would like to try cramming your fat old dick in my pussy again some time!" She closed th bathroom door behind her with a slam. A few seconds later, I heard the ...

... privacy lock click. Then silence. It was the first time in 24 hours she had covered herself from me in any way. She hadn't even closed the door to use the toilet before now. She had a point, I thought. I had been so eager for her round little ass, I was neglecting to give her what she came for. I kept picturing yesterday morning when she bent beside my guitar to open her hot pink lips for me. Like little petals on display for my enjoyment. A gift she wanted to share with me, again. I felt I had abused her, though not intentionally. And I had broken a promise. A lover's promise, I thought at the time, but now it seemed I had broken a deeper one, a promise a father makes to his daughter. I decided the only thing to do was give her time, let her make sense of all I had been putting her through, and then show her by my actions she could trust me again, as a lover as well as a father figure. I walked to the bathroom door. I heard water running in the sink. "Lizvette? Baby I'm sorry. I know I haven't behaved well every minute, but sweetie....this is all as new to me as it is to you." That wasn't far from the truth. I am not as experienced as many men my age. I had never been physically unfaithful to my wife, and not that many women before marriage. But mostly, I had never been with a girl so young, not even when I myself was so young. "Forgive me. We will never again do anything you don't want to do. I just need to be with you. That's all I need." I heard her unlock the door. It didn't ...