Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and

... girl’s perfect body. He imagined what it would be like to hold her, not like a daughter in the way he had so many times before but in a new and different way, like a lover. He looked at her lips, cute and soft and parted a little, and pictured how they’d feel on his own, kissing lovingly… and then moving down his neck, his pecs and abs, and sliding down the length of his cock. His palms itched with the desire to take those full, perky breasts in hand, to squeeze them and hold them, to present those cute little nipples to his tongue to be licked and sucked. He’d wondered about them before in passing, but now to stare at them, within reach… he tore his eyes off them before he escalated needlessly, continuing downward. Petra had great abs under very little fat. Jake had taught her how to work out and stay in shape, and while she wasn’t into lifting heavy like he was, she did her share of cardio and core conditioning. Not a fold of skin was out of place, but she still had enough flesh to hide her ribs and hipbones.”Perfect,” he breathed, gliding his gaze down her long, shapely legs and back up again, finally settling for the first time on that red hair and the folds of his little girl’s pussy. “Just perf-UGH!” Jake came unexpectedly, and with more f***e than he’d had in years. His eyes rolled back and he stroked hard as his seed shot out of him into the air. “Oh god,” he moaned, aftershocks tingling up his spine. “That was… oh shit.” Jake instantly felt guilty. Not because he’d ...

... just masturbated thinking about fucking his daughter… but because he came all over her. Somehow, a line of his spunk had landed across her at an angle, from her right nipple down across her tummy and into her pubic hair. From there, the end of the line hung in the air, as did his later shots - he must have spurted four or five times, but only that first one had been fast enough to impact before freezing. It was curious, since in his earlier tests throwing the pen, it had stopped moving as soon as he released it. Perhaps his bodily fluids were a part of him until they were out for a certain time? Jake shook his head. “Test it later, moron,” he scolded himself. “I gotta clean this shit up.” Looking around, he frowned. He didn’t want to walk through the streams of cum in the air, but there was no way to reach the toilet paper or a towel from here. He cupped his palm and slowly began pushing the streams out of the way. Some stuck to his hand, but most of it ended up forming a sort of ball that hung in the air in front of Petra’s chest. Jake stepped carefully around it and got some toilet paper, wrapping it up and wadding it down into the middle of the trash bin. The next part was a little more awkward. Being as careful as he could, he took some paper towel and started cleaning Petra up. He dragged it slowly down the line of his cum, starting across her nipple and down the underside of her breast, then along her tummy. He didn’t want her to feel too much so he didn’t press down ...