The Goosie/Prologue
The Goosie
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Prologue
I stumbled down the corridor after rising late and paused in front of my daughter Mandy’s room to check on her. Because yesterday was singing hot and today was predicted to be a scorcher, it didn’t cool well during the night and was already uncomfortably warm in the house. My daughter’s open window was a useless gesture. Just like this morning, there simply wasn’t any cool air when we called it a night and she was sprawled face down and naked on the bed covers. Her legs were parted just enough for me to make out the fat little split which smiled so invitingly at me below the dark brown wrinkle of her bum hole. I’m afraid it was enough to provoke a noticeable thickening inside my pants.
However, it was that lovely bum of hers that drew me into the room and I sat down beside her. Two perfect globes of firm and sumptuously tender and delicious flesh that always held my eyes captive. Of course, they tended to draw my hands to them and invited my fingers to wander into and explore all of the marvelous little nooks and crevices down there. But after you drew those supple cheeks and pussy lips apart, a veritable garden of glistening pink delight was exposed which invited further exploration. My favourite, although that had not always been the case, was the dark brown little pucker set so very near to her dainty little pussy and was surrounded by delicate tan flesh.
She had just turned eleven a few weeks ago and her hormones had kicked in a year before. The last growth spurt she experienced began to gently flair her hips, narrow her waist and sumptuously thicken her thighs. Not to mention the little padding that pushed up the puffy little buttons that had formed under her nipples. They weren’t more than tiny pebbles, but after they began to develop they were, oh, so sensitive and required a massage a couple of times a day to help ease the growing pains. Guess who was enlisted to perform the… enviable operation? Her clothing tended to be so irritating she couldn’t wear a vest and had me purchase baggy blouses that wouldn’t graze them. Thankfully, that started in late spring, but the top was quickly shed at home.
My daughter was a cute girl; at least in my eyes. Not pretty by any standard but I adored her and thought she was the prettiest, sexiest girl in the world and she loved for me to remind her of that. Her mum left us when she was six after a savage bout with cancer and she became the centre of my universe; the only bit of her mum that remained in my life. I’ve raised and coddled her on my own for all of these wonderful years. She took her mother’s place in my heart and we were very happy with our circumstance. I was never as strict as her mum and let her get away with bloody murder on occasion, but she never took advantage of my leniency. She just went through the inevitable little rebellious periods that never lasted for long and the worst punishments that I ever doled out were play spankings that usually ended up in a tickle fight. That, with a lot of hugs and kisses and usually some fingering thrown in for good measure.
The apparition that lay before me appeared to be a dream doll, with her shoulder length sandy blonde hair haphazardly strewn over the pillow with only part of her nose and glowing cheek to show, while I caressed her beautiful bum cheeks. She stirred and gave me a yawing, “Morning, daddy. I’m lazy this morning. Do I have to get up right away?”
“No, sweetheart, you can stay in bed as long as you want.” I told her as I tenderly ran my hand over her bum and brushed a finger through the crack.
“You’re making me randy,” she said with a wiggle of her bum.
“Oh, poo, you’re always randy.”
“It’s tingling plenty good down there,” she told me while I circled a finger around her rumpled brown rose.
“Maybe we should do something about it,” I told her as I pressed a fingertip into her arse dimple.
“Ummm, I believe you’re spot on,” she retorted as she tucked her fingers into her split.
She was right about being randy. Her frisky little fingers opened her lips enough for the juice to dribble from the dainty red mouth of her pussy hole. My finger was a bit dry so I dipped it in the slick syrup before I popped it through the puckered ring of muscle. She squeaked and then I wiggled just the tip inside to tantalize her.
“Daddy,” she squealed, “Don’t be like that. Quit teasing me,” and then she bucked her hips up and buried the finger to the second joint. While her fingers sloshed away inside her sopping slit, I speared it the rest of the way inside, curled the tip into the spongy walls of her rectum and she groaned, “Hmmm, yes, that’s the way.”
“You could probably use another one in there, don’t you think?” I asked.
Years ago, one finger in her arse would make her ‘tinglies go pop’; her description of the little orgasms she experienced. However, that was before I introduced her to her clit. It was such a hit I had to teach her how to masturbate so she wouldn’t pester me ten times a day to rub it for her. But now, she’ll lay there peacefully while I ream her arse out for hours at a time, while her fingers float over her sensitive little bean. Of course that’s an exaggeration, but it gives you and idea of how much she enjoyed it. To think, it all began with a little goosie that had evolved over time, into what it is now. We enjoy other things, but that was our all time favourite.
“Yes, do another one, daddy, I need it.”
Her little arse hole scrunched up around my fingers in pulses that were timed to her whisking fingers and became stronger and more urgent with the added finger. I loved the way she squealed, while she ground and humped her mound into the bed to go along with the frenzied squish of her sodden slit. But most lovely, was the way her leaking hole permeated the air with the heady fragrance of hot pussy and made my mouth water.
“I believe you are ready for another one, sweetheart,” I suggested with a third finger prepped and poised while it hovered at the ready.
“Yes, daddy, do them really deep.”
The way she had worked herself up, her come would knock her senseless. I simply loved her orgasms. They had been a fixation of mine for years that only grew over time. “What would it feel like,” I asked myself, “To experience one of her gut wrenchers around my buried cock?” One of those cummies that could chew my fingers off. Oh, the thought alone could make me shoot off with the slightest stimulation.
“Daddy, it’s going to be a big one. See if you can get another one in?”
I had never tried to put a forth finger in before, which would have been most of my hand. So, rather than try something new in the heat of the moment, she would have to settle for a thumb… in her pussy. I was convinced it would knock her over the edge. As soon as I twisted it inside her little hole, her orgasm was convulsive. She arched her back and shivered before she dropped to her belly, closed her eyes and went out like a light.
The post orgasmic beauty on her face was unparalleled. So, I gave her a kiss on the cheek before I went to kitchen to do some coffee.
End Prologue
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