Falling Out
Falling Out (Mg+9 exhib voy oral solo)
A rustling tale by M8R1X
A designing daughter conspires with her friends to get inside her daddy’s pants.
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My nine year old daughter, Angie, went to visit her friend Carol in the next close. They weren’t exactly bezzies but enjoyed each other’s company… every once in a while when they weren’t fighting over something. What I didn’t realize was that she got the hump on with her real bezzie, Miranda, over some dumb thing she had said on the bus two days ago and they hadn’t spoken since.
“Knock, knock, knock,” came the rap on the door, “Bugger,” I muttered under my breath now that my train of thought was shattered.
I had a critical deadline to meet for my highest paying client and was thankful for the peace and quiet in the house. There was a cost proposal in the works for an ad campaign that featured a new high end line of clothing. They wanted to test market it in a rented department at Selfridges, Oxford Street in London. I also had the jolly task of designing the window display which was not my forte.
At that time, I hadn’t noticed that Miranda, or Mira as she liked to be called, hadn’t been over in a few days. But when I peeked out and saw her on the step, I immediately flung the door open.
“Hiya, Mira, you just missed her,” I regretfully informed the girl, “She popped out to see Carol.”
“Can I come in and visit with you for awhile?” She pleaded.
“I would like that but I’m working on something important at the moment. I’ll have Angie give you a bell when she returns,” I explained.
“But, mum dropped me off here and went shopping. I’m locked out of the house.”
“Alright, but you need to be as quiet as a church mouse while I’m working,” and she dogged my heals back to my office.
“What’s wrong with your computer?” She pointed at the screen and asked.
“There’s nothing…” but I stopped short when I glanced at it and groaned, “Jeezus, Mary and Joseph.”
The screen was solid red with a grey square in the middle that read: “All of your files have been encrypted. You have one week to send £1,000 in Bitcoin to bf1kch5p8rg9t89ky5kwect57u0ejws39a4hpz5rkm if you want them restored.”
“I’m fecked,” I muttered, then raced to the bath and splashed cold water over my face.
While I watched the water swirl down the drain, I envisioned my company flowing down the waste pipes. Even if I managed to pay the ransom, there was no guarantee that I would ever be able to decrypt the files in time so I could finish before the looming deadline. So, I rang up my techy Aaron and prayed he could find and restore the last backup he made for me.
“What happened, Mister Rich?” Mira innocently inquired.
“I’m ruined, that’s what. It’s going to be a few hours before my man can fix the computer. Meanwhile, I need a beer. Would you like one?” I smiled in jest.
“You’re pulling me chain.” She giggled.
“Of course I am,” I assured her, “But I’m having one and I’ll bring you a cold fizzy drink.” I handed her a cola, flopped on the sofa and she sat next to me while we sipped our drinks. Then, I draped my arm over her shoulder and said, “It looks like it’s just you and me and since you’re here, I get to cry on your shoulder.”
“There, there,” she said as she climbed into my lap, “There’s no need to cry,” and then she kissed my nose, “I want to cry because I called Angie a name on the bus.”
“What did you call her?” I inquired, “She hasn’t said a word to me about it. However, she did seem a bit miffed the last couple of days.”
“I saw her kiss Billy Hanson behind the bike racks and I called her a slut.”
“Why did you do that? That was not a nice thing to say. I thought you were best mates.”
“Everyone knows Billy wants me to be his girlfriend. She told me she kissed him because he asked her to be his girlfriend. Now I hate him too.”
“Boys and girls your age are so fickle. You can’t fight over something you never had, now can you?”
“But, he kissed me a few days ago when he asked me. I really wanted too but it surprised me. So, I told him I wanted to think about it and then then he asked Angie.”
“You should have said yes before he changed his mind,” I advised her. “What did she tell him?”
“She said yes and now I don’t have a boyfriend. Would you be my boyfriend?”
“Don’t you think you’re a bit young for me? Grown men don’t usually have nine year old girlfriends. What would happen if somebody found out?”
“You could be my secret boyfriend. Nobody has to know. Besides, I’m very mature for my age and I know how to kiss. Want me to show you?”
There was a certain appeal about kissing the girl. I had always been attracted to younger girls, but not quite as young as she was. Sharon, one of the teenagers that minded my daughter when she was younger, had a crush on me when she was fourteen. She threw herself at me one night after I arrived home late and that started a fling that lasted almost a year and it all began with a kiss.
“Just one little kiss and if I like it, then I’ll be your boyfriend, but you can’t tell anybody. That includes my daughter, all of your chums and especially not your dad and mum. They would probably call the police on me.”
Her face lit up and she mashed her stiff lips against mine and twisted them around before she asked, “How was that?”
“Not too bad but you need to relax your lips. It’s not very exciting for your boyfriend if they aren’t soft and warm.” Then I pressed my moist lips to hers briefly and told her, “Kiss me just like that.” She did her best to loosen them up but they remained firm so I wrapped my arms around her and flipped her under me. While I was on top, I nibbled on her lips until they relaxed a little more and told her, “Soften them some more and do it like this,” and when her lips finally melted, I wiggled my tongue between them.
Her eyes went wide and she stiffened but I continued to kiss her until her mouth completely relaxed and opened a little. She threw her arms around my neck as she closed her eyes and sucked ragged breaths through her nostrils. Not only was she getting excited, but the lump in my pants was so hard I reflexively ground it into her thigh. But when she humped her mound on it, I decided we had gone too far.
As I pulled away she pleaded, “Don’t stop.”
“We’re getting a bit carried away, don’t you think? Do you know what comes next if we keep this up?”
“Yeh, the sexing comes next… isn’t that what boyfriends and girlfriends do?”
“That’s what they do when they are older,” I informed her.
There was no muss or fuss or pain when I shagged my young love Sharon. She was already broken in and loved sex. It was the hottest sex I had ever experienced and that girl wanted it all of the time. Of course, she was bigger and a lot more developed than Mira was and I wasn’t looking forward to a possibly painful defloration. Maybe if we took our time, we could eventually get that far but I didn’t want to go too far, too fast with her.
“Let’s get your panties off so I can make you feel good like a boyfriend should,” I told her and then pulled her skirt up only to be pleasantly surprised with her lack of underclothes. “You certainly came prepared,” I observed.
“I waited outside until Angie left so I could be alone with you,” she informed me.
“You planned this?” I queried with raised eyebrows.
“Angie knew how much I wanted it and helped me. There’s nothing wrong with your computer. It’s a screensaver she installed.”
“A screensaver?” I asked incredulously.
Then giggles broke out from the kitchen. There in the doorway were two girls their naughty little noses poke through the doorway.
“Don’t stop because of us.” My daughter told me, “We want to watch. I rang Aaron and he knows all about it so he’s not coming by.”
“You girls set me up and I fell for it,” I informed the room. “I had a heart scare when I saw what was on my screen.”
“Carol showed me what to do. She learned it in computer classes,” my daughter informed me. “You were just getting to the good part and now you have to finish what you started.”
“Yes, we have to finish,” the hot little girl demanded, “In your bed.”
“This can’t be happening,” I told myself as she dragged me helplessly to my room.
However, the mood was broken and I felt embarrassed and intimidated because my daughter and her friend followed us, so I asked, “I know you set this up but do you have to stay and watch?”
“We’ve watched you before,” my daughter informed me.
“What do you mean, we? You’ve watched what?”
“Don’t think we didn’t know what you and Sharon were doing,” my daughter informed me.
“I watched with her,” Carol chimed in.
Then Mira, who was busy with the front of my trousers informed me, “I used to rub myself with them while you were doing her.” Of course, I was unaware of it and didn’t suspect a thing. The only thing that concerned me when I was with Sharon, was getting her pants off as quickly as possible. “What happened to him? He was so big and hard,” the girl inquired.
“I’m sorry love, I guess I’m taken aback with everything happening at once and didn’t count on putting on a show for your mates.”
“I want to help, can I?” Carol offered.
“Yes, daddy, let her help,” my daughter insisted.
“Girls, I’m not your toy, and can’t help that I lost my starch.” I explained to them.
Then, all three of them ganged up and pushed me back in the bed. While my daughter went to work on my shirt, the other two stripped off my trousers and pants and Carol decided that she was going to revitalize the little man, no matter what it took. She was also very good at it and while she worked, Mira stripped off her dress and plastered her lips to mine. Despite my inhibition and reluctance I responded to their ministrations.
“Hmmm,” I groaned into Mira’s mouth while Carol nursed me and gently massaged my balls.
“Would you like for me to suck on you?” Mira asked, “I really want to.”
Without the slightest consideration, I answered, “Of course I would,”
It would take a far stronger will than mine to refuse such an offer. Of course, there was a slight struggle as she wrestled me from Carol’s clutches. So, while Mira held me in her hand and worked up the courage to suck me into her mouth, Carol stripped her clothes off, sprawled across my chest and ravaged my mouth with her lips. Now that girl knew how to kiss and didn’t need any instruction whatsoever. While Carol and I dueled tongues and exchanged more than a little saliva, my daughter crouched close to Mira and watched her take her first tentative licks.
“Ew,” my daughter exclaimed, “What is that stuff on the tip?”
“I don’t know,” Mira responded as she twirled her finger around the precum that leaked from my piss slit. I shivered when she swiped her tongue over it. Then she smacked her lips and said, “It doesn’t have a taste,” then she sucked the bell end between her lips.
I groaned into Carol’s mouth and she pulled away to see what was happening. “I didn’t believe she would do it,” the girl confided.
“Feels so good,” I told her as I tossed my head back when she gobbled a couple of inches into her mouth before Carol went to her aid.
“Now suck on the tip and lick it with your tongue,” she instructed as she wrapped the girl’s fingers around my shaft and led her through the strokes. “Move your hand up and down like that while you do it.”
As clumsy and inexperienced as she was, it felt wonderful. Even more exciting was watching her. Blowjobs were not in young Sharon’s dictionary during our fling and it had been years since I had one. However, I don’t recall it being nearly as good as this. With Carol’s fat bum wiggling within reach of my hand, I couldn’t resist seizing a cheek and doing a bit of exploration inside the crack. The girl was slick with spend and I quickly gained her undivided attention. So, she climbed over me and we resumed our kiss while I fed her some finger pie.
What I couldn’t get over was the look of envy on my daughter’s face while she watched her friend suck on me. I had never really considered it before but wondered if she would try. Then, I wondered what her pussy tasted like. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to get my face between their legs… all of them.
What I really needed now was a pussy in my mouth and since Carol was the closest, I asked, “Can I lick your pussy?”
Her eyes widened and she asked, “How are you going to do it?”
“You can sit on my face,” I explained.
That really perked her interest and she begged, “Show me.”
So, I helped her crouch over my mouth, facing my feet and pulled her hips down until her pussy was within licking distance. This position was soon to become my favourite because it pressed my nose into her fragrant brown bud while it gave my tongue free rein of her leaking slit. She moaned and rested her weight on her hands while I performed a lingual assault on her stiff clitty bean and dripping pussy hole. It was obvious from the way she twisted against my mouth that she was delighted with my efforts. Of course, I was delighted to be smothered in her muff while my senses burst with her exotic girl fragrances and flavours.
Then, I clutched Carol’s hips and groaned into her pussy as Mira tried to swallow me down her throat as Carol went into a pussy snapping orgasm that carried me with her. While Carol’s thighs rippled against my cheeks and her pussy nibbled my tongue and lips, the first blast of sperm shot down Mira’s throat and made her choke and pull away. The intensity of Carol’s orgasm sapped her strength and she collapsed with her face against my spurting cock.
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My daughter pulled her mouth off of my cock with a plop and asked, “Daddy, Mira and Carol want to sleep over this weekend so they can spend more time with you.”
I had successfully delivered my job on time and could now relax and enjoy my daughter’s new hobby, which was fellatio. Ever since she watched her friend suck me, she couldn’t wait to try it herself. Of course I didn’t mind a bit and now she was quite good at it.
“They can sleep over for as long as they like. I would like to spend more time with them, if you know what I mean.”
Of course she knew what I meant, smiled and sucked me back into her mouth. She had learned to stroke me and play with my balls while she sucked which made it even more enjoyable. Then, there was this thing she did with her tongue under the knob that drove me wild, but she knew all of the signs when I was on the edge so she wouldn’t bring me off too soon. The best part was she loved her daddy’s cream and needed a drink of it several times a day.
“Give me my drink now, daddy,” she demanded as she sped things up and pushed me over the edge.
She told me she didn’t even have to diddle herself because when she felt my sperm squirt into her mouth, she popped off like a firecracker. I loved to watch and feel her go off and spent a lot of time with my face between her legs making it happen.
“Oh, baby doll...” I yelled as I painted her tonsils with my wigglers.
She deliberately held it in her mouth until my senses returned so she could show me her mouthful before she swallowed it. That was something I asked her to do early on and she loved to show it to me. Now, she shivered like she had another orgasm when she swallowed.
“My, my, I sure squirted a lot in your mouth, didn’t I?” Then, she tilted her head up and let it slide down her throat.
“You know how much I love it when you squirt a lot,” she informed me, “And it feels so warm and good inside my tummy.”
“That was such a nice blowjob I’m ready to eat your pussy raw.”
“And lick my bottom like you did last time,” she added.
“Especially your tasty bottom. I’ve grown quite fond of having my tongue inside of it.”
“I haven’t bathed,” she informed me.
“My favorite job is bathing you… with my tongue,” I said and licked my lips.
“I rubbed myself last night and this morning and left you plenty of the creamy stuff you like so much in the gusset.”
“Yum, that sounds lovely. Why don’t you sit on my face and let me sniff and lick them while they’re warm.”
“Warm and a bit damp because I’ve dripped in them so much.” Then she pulled her dress off, straddled my face, ground the gusset into my mouth and asked, “What do you think, daddy?”
“I like it a lot,” and took another long whiff before I sucked the juice out of it.
I’ve always loved to sniff panties and there was nothing better than smelling and tasting them before you take them off. Most of the fragrance and savor is lost as soon as they cool down. Then, I sucked the musky juice out of the soiled fabric before I pulled the gusset aside and raked my tongue through her slick trench.
The fragrance and taste were strong but not in an unpleasant way. It was mellowed with age and ripened into an aphrodisiac that brought my cock back to life.
“Goody,” she squealed when she spotted my hard cock, “I want to suck on you some more while you lick me.”
“Does it get any better than this?” I asked myself.
The End
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