Lizvette weekend part 3 - Sex Stories

Lizvette weekend part 3

... around me. I held her close and laughed with her. "You knew all along I wasn't going to let you leave me didn't you?" She said she just wanted to be sure, I told her never to doubt it. She took the bag from me and pulled out her candy. "G****! How did you know! I love you daddy!" She kissed the air at me and skipped into the living room. I started the boiled eggs for our tuna salad and had her say, "You have lots of books. Have you red them all?" Before I could answer, she said, "These are all old stories. Like at school. This Shakespeare book is huge! Oh! Art books!" She found the art shelf. I had volumes of the old masters, as well as some photography, including erotica from the early 20th century. Girls her own age could be seen in one particular book. I was curious what she might pick out. "Oh my god! People took naked pictures back then!?" In the kitchen, I smiled. She found it. Chapter 3 I let her peruse and comment on the merits of pornography in the late 19th century. Her remarks, delivered amid the pops and smacks of her bubble gum, were priceless. She was amazed that people could be so filthy in those days. "And their pussies are so hairy!" At that remark I picked out another volume that I thought she might react to. I opened to a particular page and handed it to her. "Oh she's cute ... and not as big as the other girls. Did she shave it?" "No baby I don't think they shaved there then. I think she hadn't gotten her pubes yet." It dawned her that she was looking at ...

... a girl who was very probably younger than she. She went wide eyed and open mouthed, completely agog. "I sometimes look at that and think of you." With that I returned to the kitchen to finish making our sandwiches. I heard her ask, "Do you think it was her daddy she was posing for?" I answered from the kitchen that if so, he was a very happy daddy. When I returned, I almost dropped the tray of food. I saw, on the sofa, My darling Lizvette, striking the exact same pose for me as the young girl in the photograph. "Take my picture, daddy." .... I was on my knees with the camera before her in minutes. I studied every angle, every detail. I shot a dozen priceless pictures of my precious teen angel striking a very explicit pose. I put down my camera and crawled to the edge of the sofa, between her open thighs. I wrapped her legs around my shoulders and kissed my way slowly down her inner thighs, until my lips landed tenderly against her pink hairless pussy. I kissed. I licked between the lips, upward, to find her clit, stiffened and hooded beneath her petals, the petals I rudely ignored a day before, when she offered them so sweetly. "You taste so good, Lizvette. So good angel." I noticed the sounds of her popping were replaced by soft, long sighs. I looked up at her to find her mouth open, here eyes closed, and her face in rapture. I licked slowly using the stiffened tip of my tongue, against her clit, pressing lightly downward, then a flick upward from underneath, followed by a ...