A Lick In Time/Chapter Nine
A Lick In Time
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Chapter Nine
My eyes popped open and I was greeted by three smiling girls, all with questioning and very hungry looks on their faces, so I muttered, “Soon… soon… give me a few,” then legged it to the loo before I went to the kitchen. I started coffee first, then dug through the already depleted larder and fridge, but there was still tuna and bread. Sarnies! We’re having tuna sarnies for lunch. I even located a jar of pickles and a few packs of crisps. It looked like a trip to the grocers was the order of the afternoon.
When I felt my cock swing, I looked down and exclaimed to myself, “They left a little for later.” There was still a little bone, and though not tall and proud, I had a good half hard going.
Then, I called out, “Girls, dinner is served.”
It sounded like a stampede of wild animals trampled through the landing. They quickly took seats and the giggles started. Sally covered her mouth with the back of her hand and whispered, “Boner,” loud enough for me to overhear.
So, I mentioned, “I heard that,” and took a seat at the table.
Sally couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock, so while the other two stuffed their sandwiches down, she took timid little bites and stared. The girl’s stare really did something to me and I kept stiffening up until I was almost vertical.
Ellie looked over and snickered at me, saying, “He does look a bit excited. I think he wants some more attention.”
But, I told everyone, “Later. We have to bring in groceries if you want tea. For some reason, everything we brought in yesterday has vanished.”
I managed to dress my flock of birds and assemble them with extra carrier bag and marched the troupe with me to the village. Actually, I believe we made good time and had our new inventory sorted and stocked before one thirty so I shooed the girls off so they would entertain themselves and popped the cap on a beer.
While I nursed on my bottle and contemplated the state of global affairs and nothing at all, Ellie peeked in the doorway and smiled at me. Then, she slid into the kitchen and tippy toed her way to cupboard to snatch a pack of biscuits. She knew I saw her take them, but hid them behind her back and tried to leave the kitchen before I said anything.
She was almost through the door, when I spoke up with, “Two each. I want them to last at least another day.”
She gave me one of her heart melting little smiles and with honey dripping from her voice, replied, “Yes, father. Only two each,” then left in a flash and I could hear the smack of her bare feet across the landing.
The afternoon was warm so I removed my trousers and shirt and poured over the shelves in my study for something interesting to read. It looked like a book buying expedition was in order. The only thing I could find was an old novel I started a year ago and never came back to. Hopefully, I could pick up where I left off or start over.
It was about three, and two beers later when Ellie sauntered into the study, pushed my book away and planted her bum in my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a little kiss.
I knew she wanted to ask me to do something for her, so I popped out with, “And what does my beautiful daughter require of me?”
She poked me in the ribs and said, “You always guess. Actually, I was hoping we could have chips for supper. Can we, please! I like your cooking and all but I’m hungry for chips. Sally and Mira left and we have the whole evening to ourselves,” then she squeezed my cock through my pants and in a low whisper said, “I also want this back inside of me. What do you think?”
I kissed her neck then nibbled my way up to her ear and whispered, “I think chips sounds fine, then I bring you back here and fuck your bum into the floor all evening.”
She melted in my arms and told me, “You must have read my mind.”
“Find something to occupy yourself with for an hour, like sort the rubbish in your room, and we’ll go to the chippy on the green. I think they are little better and it’s easier to find a bench.”
We were well into our meal, sipping our colas and tucking the chips down, when a mousy little waif with sparkling blue eyes approached and shouted, “Ellie!”
Then she wrapped her arms around my daughter’s neck. Ellie hugged her and said, “Father, you remember Beth, don’t you?”
I choked on my drink and think I inhaled some of it, so I kept my hand over my mouth to control the spume while I cleared my lungs. Actually, I didn’t recognize her, but nodded my head, and managed a strained, “Yes, yes… of course… It’s good to see you again,” and tried to clear my throat and get the last little bit out of my lungs.
“Are you alright, Mister Randal? It sounded like something went down the wrong tube.”
“I’m fine,” cough, cough, “Yes, I think my drink went down the wrong pipe. How are you, Beth, I haven’t seen you in an age?”
“Father’s the keeper now at the Comstock Estate and we moved into the gate house.”
“Congratulations! That must be quite a walk for you to the village.”
“I got a new bike for Christmas and it helps when I need to do shopping.”
“Father,” Ellie interjected, can Beth come over for tea Friday and sleep over so she doesn’t have ride back after dark?”
“Certainly! Beth we would love to have you,” and I thought, “Maybe find out more about the girl. She looks way too little and innocent to fit the description my daughter gave me of her.”
Then Beth gave me a kiss on the lips and winked her eye at me. I was a bit stunned and speechless when she pulled away and said, “Thank you. I need to run along now so I can finish our supper.”
“She really likes you, Father,” my daughter remarked. All I could do was nod my head.
When we returned to our place, my daughter jumped into my arms and told me, “Bedroom, now, mister!”
My cock sprung to instant life while I carried my daughter to my room and we popped more than a few buttons and catches in our haste to undress. I hovered over her on the bed, lodged my cock in her portal and pushed it in to the root telling her, “I’m so glad you busted your cherry.”
She locked her ankles around my bum and pushed herself into me saying, “If I waited on you it would never get done. Now fuck me! Fuck me good!”
Not in a thousand years would I have believed I would ever have my cock inside my daughter. The unappealing tasks of changing her nappies, feeding her at three in the morning and then the arduous potty training were not conducive to sex or even thoughts of sex with her. Now, she’s knocking on the door of ten years, in the cusp of puberty, and she’s the most desirable creature in the world to me. There’s nothing I would not give her and I would protect her with my life.
For the next several days, neither Mira nor Sally were to be seen. I think Ellie threatened bodily harm if they popped in unannounced. We made good use of our time together and my daughter spent a lot of time on her back. Then, there were the impulsive episodes of little ‘bunny fucks’ over the kitchen basin or table or even the basin and cistern in the bath. She really enjoyed a quick one from the rear.
We became more adventurous in bed and her favourite position for a good arse reaming was on her hands and knees but that was just a warm up for a doggy fuck. Every morning I would wake with my cock buried inside her little oven and every night we would go to sleep with my cock buried inside of her.
When Friday came round, while my daughter bounced her little fanny up and down my pole, she reminded me, “Don’t forget that Beth is coming for tea and sleeping over.”
I had forgotten with all the new and pleasant diversions. But she still sparked my interest. From what my daughter had told me, the girl was an enigma. Cleaning, cooking, shopping and washing for her father and brothers and letting them fuck her silly. She must be quite a girl to do all of that.
Then my daughter popped in with, “You can fuck her if you like. I know she wants you to.”
“What? She told you that?”
“She didn’t have to. Couldn’t you tell by the way she kissed you?”
Daft me, I’m afraid I couldn’t tell. Girls and women are still a mystery to me sometimes. They have this hereditary telepathic link built into them that I can’t fathom. But, I love women and I love mysteries and it would be a shame to spoil it.
“What shall we do today, besides fuck your little fanny into the floor?”
“I think fucking my little fanny into the floor is a good plan. I know, let’s have breakfast at the café then come back here and fuck. What do you think?”
“I believe that to be an exceptional plan. Now move that little fanny of yours a bit faster.”
She did, and her cunny was like a well greased engine cylinder that she pounded my piston into. In the short time we’ve been doing this, she has become quite skilled at bringing us both to explosive orgasms very quickly.
We mulled in the afterglow for awhile then had a quick bath, dressed and strolled merrily hand in hand to the village for our breakfast.
End Chapter Nine
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