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  Volume 1

  Vanessa de Sade

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright Poison Pixie Publishing 2011

  Daddy’s Girl

  After the break-up Penny shut herself up in her apartment without respite, sleeping through the daylight hours and pacing restlessly through her silent rooms to pass the long, soulless nights.

  She had vowed bitterly to give up sex, unable to bear the hurt of being betrayed again, but after six weeks of nocturnal prowling that old urge became insistent and she sat in the dark of her bedroom in the small hours, surfing the net on her laptop, playing with herself while she mentally fondled the big cocks of the hunky dudes on gay porn sites, silently cumming three and four times a night.

  It eased the itch, like scratching at a bite, but didn’t solve the problem, and though looking at the gay guy’s big dicks made her pussy wet and sticky she despised the men’s smug eyes, their immaculately barbered moustaches and, most of all, their indifference to who she was and what she was doing.

  Frustrated she took to roaming the dark backstreets of the net, the pussy parlours, the confession sites and the jerk-off bars, trying to find the elusive ingredient that would fix her, make her whole again. She paid out fifty dollars and joined a mutual masturbation site, training her webcam squarely on her pussy, feverishly rubbing at her clit for some fat redneck from god-knows-where while he crudely jerked his stubby little cock for her in turn, breaking the connection as soon as the first white dribble of cum spurted out of his sausage-like dick.

  Desperate, she had searched for someone else to partner with to finish, but it was well after four in the morning and there seemed to be no willing dudes available at that deserted graveyard hour. Rubbing desperately at her engorged clit for relief she finally ventured into alien territory, and, fearful of what she might find, she let her cursor lead her into an alley marked Women seeking Women.

  These dark corridors were equally deserted, but a single glowing icon in the middle distance signalled another human presence, and, her heart beating in her mouth, Penny took a deep breath and clicked connect.

  2

  Cherrypie answered straight away, warm and friendly.

  “Hi, just read your profile. You sound great. You done this before?”

  “Not with a chick!”

  Cherry popped-up a smiley-face icon. “Relax, I’m not a dyke, I just like to talk about stuff while I do this and guys are no good at that. You OK with telling me intimate things?”

  Penny refrained from saying that she was so horny that she would tell her her credit card number in return for release.

  “Yes, yes, I’ll tell you stuff,” she replied, desperate, “do we look too, or just talk?”

  “You naked?”

  “Just my tee-shirt. You?” she asked, a strange excitement gripping her as she realised that she was just about to show her hot wet cunt to another woman.

  “Completely, want to see?”

  “Yes.” The surety of her own reply surprised her, in fact, truth to tell, scared the hell out of her.

  Cherrypie’s camera screen popped up and whirred ‘buffering’ as Penny gingerly turned on her own cam.

  “You like?” Cherry asked, as her picture sprang into life and Penny suddenly saw her. She was young, maybe only fifteen, round and chubby, sitting in her princess bed in a little girl’s pink bedroom plastered with Robert Pattenson posters. She was naked, as promised, with long strawberry blonde hair cut in a fringe and big owly glasses. Her round pretty face and plump breasts were freckly and white, her little pert nipples pink and sugary. She had tiny hands with bitten nails, a pleasingly rounded white tummy and a very cute little pussy covered in fine red hair that was so translucent it showed off the slit below.

  Penny felt disproportionately turned-on by her, on the one hand desperate to continue this adventure, on the other horrified that she seemed to be gratifying herself with someone so young.

  “How old are you, Cherry?” she asked cautiously.

  “Eighteen. Why?”

  “You look younger…”

  “Everyone says that. I go to college.”

  “Oh,” Penny said and paused, uncertain where to take this now.

  Cherry broke the ice for her. “Can I see all of you?”

  “Sorry?”

  “Can I see you, it’s just your pussy on the screen, can I see you all?”

  Penny pulled her tee shirt off and typed “OK” as she moved the camera up. She was a tall thin girl of twenty-nine, with short close-cropped black hair, full kissable lips, up-turned nose and sad brown eyes. Her pale body, denied the touch of the sun for nearly two months now, was long and stringy, like a boy’s, with small pointed tits and a dark furry pussy. She thought she’d probably look old to Cherrypie.

  However, her fears proved to be groundless as Cherry quickly typed in one word. “Wow!”

  “You really like?” Penny asked, still insecure or maybe just fishing for compliments.

  “Very much,” Cherrypie replied, giving her fat little tits a squeeze and bringing the nipples up to attention, “I’m so going to enjoy this!”

  Penny’s cunt was on fire as she licked her fingers and moved a hand down to it, squeezing softly. Cherry typed, “Nice!”

  “Will you touch your pussy too?” Penny asked, impatient, her fingers running down her slit and slipping quickly inside to the sticky wetness that she would use to lubricate her aching clit.

  “I’m so hot watching you just now,” Cherry typed back, “tell me a secret first.”

  “OK, I used to suck my boyfriend’s cock when he was on the phone to his boss.” Penny said, blushing, “I just didn’t know his boss was a woman and that he told her that I did it.”

  “What a bastard,” Cherry replied supportively, “but kinda sexy, too. Do you think she was touching herself on the other end of the line?”

  “Fuck knows,” said Penny, “probably.”

  “Well, I think you deserve a reward for that, anyway,” Cherry purred, her little hand slipping down and starting stroking, “you’ve got me all nice and wet.”

  Penny made a gasping noise and spread her legs wide for the other girl to see, aware that her pussy would open up like a tropical flower all sticky with moisture, its damp petals red and inflamed with desire.

  “I want you to look my cunt,” she whispered, “while you tell me a secret that’ll get us both off.”

  She saw Cherry giggle girlishly, her little pink-tipped tits jiggling, as her tiny fingers worked busily at her clit.

  “Your cunt’s so beautiful. It looks like a sugar-frosting rose on a cake and I just want to eat you,” she began like Scheherazade, “so here’s my story. My parents split up when I was sixteen and my Mom took to fucking anything that moved. I saw her once in the bathroom with this dude who had come to fix the shower. She was kneeling on the tiled floor with the door wide open and she had his pants down and his cock in her mouth.”

  Penny felt a fresh wave of heat pass over her. “OMG, could you see it?”

  “Fuck, yeah! She’d keep sucking him and then stop and take it out and lick all round the head while she felt his balls and ass. His cock was all wet and slick and angry looking, and it was sticking out about a mile in front of him. It looked really huge to me because I’d never seen an adult one up-stiff before, but it seemed to get bigger every time she sucked him. It made me so hot I stood on the stairs and pulled my sweats and panties down and touched myself. I mean, I’d done it before and I knew how to cum and all, but there I was standing on the stairs with my panties round my knees doing it while I watched my Mom blow this dude…”

  “And you wanted him to see you, didn’t you?”

  “Oh yeah. I so did. There was this big hairy guy
with a huge naked cock standing getting blown not three yards away and I was there all the time with my pussy all exposed and I pretended that he was looking right at me.”

  “Did you see him cum or did she swallow it?”

  “No, she felt him starting to spurt and pulled him out to give herself a facial. I saw every last drop, it just came shooting out all over her, thick and white, running down her cheeks and stringing from her lips. I came right there and then but they were making too much noise and never heard me.”

  “I think I’ve got a story that you’ll like,” Penny said quietly, her fingers busy on her slippery pussy and clit, “but will you spread for me? I want to watch your cunt while I tell you.”

  “OK, but don’t cum yet,” Cherry replied, opening her legs, “we’re only getting started here.”

  She settled herself in her new position and smiled shyly up at Penny, her pretty cunt now open and exposed and no longer looking girlish. Despite her youthful build she had a big grown-woman’s mound, and her orangey-red muff was like a beacon flame burning above her deep furrowed slit, the full lips all puffy and excited, her big clit visible to the naked eye.

  “Well,” Penny began, “my parents split up when I was fifteen and I lived at home with my Mom during the week and stayed with my Dad in his new apartment at weekends. It was kinda small and there was only one bedroom, so I used to sleep on the put-you-up in the living room when I stayed. I can’t believe that I’m about to tell you this…”

  “Fuck, don’t stop now,” Cherry cried, working frantically on her clit, “I need to hear this!”

  “OK, well, this went on for about eleven months and then one night I got up to pee and I was just going back to bed when I heard a sound from his room. I honestly wasn’t peeping, I though here was something wrong, and I looked gingerly around his door. He was on the bed in just his vest, that was all. His PJ bottoms were on the floor and he’d pushed the bedclothes off him, and there was a little lamp on beside the bed so I could see him but he couldn’t see me, and I just stood and watched.”

  “You saw the whole thing?”

  “Yes. It was so beautiful. I’d never seen a real guy, you know, in the flesh, but I’d started masturbating that summer and I’d found some DVDs at the bottom of my Mom’s lingerie drawer, so I knew what was about to happen. But Dad was so much better looking than the dudes in the movies. He used to be a runner when he was in college and he’s still really muscular, long sinewy legs, six pack, hairy chest.”

  “What about down there, was he good and hairy there?”

  “Oh yes. So dark and hairy, it was thick and black around his balls and all the way up his tummy. And his cock, fuck, that was a cock to be my first. It was blue-white in the light, as if it had been carved out of granite, sticking up like a monolith, his balls long and heavy, straining every time he thrust it upwards, and the head like a big purple stone from a river, all wet and glistening.”

  “Was he quick?”

  “No, he took ages. I could have cum two or three times in the time it took him to finally shoot. He just did it real slow. Pulling the foreskin right down as if it hurt him, then keeping it there until he couldn’t bear it any longer and then dragging it back up again, his little hole weeping moisture all the time. Finally, it was as if he couldn’t bear the loneliness inside him any longer and he started to thrust up and down, his cum shooting out of him in big hot splashes as he shot it out, over and over again. And then he cried. Not sobs but just big tears, streaming out of him, and I wanted to go in and hug him and, really, straddle him and put his big cock inside me, let him be my first to make up for my Mom betraying him and leaving him alone like this.”

  “And did you?” Cherry asked, her finger circling round and round her erect clit with ever-growing momentum.

  “No, but I did do something the next night,” Penny whispered very softly, her face on fire. “I took a shower before bed and then towel-dried myself, so that my hair was still wet. I had long hair then, and a fringe, like yours. I put my robe on carelessly and went through to his room and sat on his bed, trapping him under the covers.

  I started to talk about growing up, combing my wet hair all the time, and although he was embarrassed I could see that he was watching me very closely.

  When I was sure that I had his attention I stretched my arms behind me in a pretend yawn and let my wrap fall open. I didn’t have much tit, of course, but I already had pretty grown-up nipples, and I knew that he could see them. He’d got very flushed, but he wasn’t telling me to stop, so I went on, letting the belt go and the whole thing fall open.”

  “And he could see your pussy?”

  “Not yet, but he knew that I was naked and all he had to do was get me to slip the robe off, but he sat tight. Suddenly I said, ‘I’ve started masturbating, Dad, how old were you when you started?’

  That flustered him, but he managed to find his voice eventually and muttered, ‘About twelve, I think,’ and I knew then that I had him. I slipped the dressing gown over my shoulders and sat in front of him naked. My nipples were sticking out like tent-poles and my pussy was on fire, I was so turned-on, and he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

  I started to play with my cunt then. Back in those days I didn’t go much for warm up time and I went straight for the clit, turning round so that he could get a good look, rubbing at it as hard as you’re doing to yours just now. I was so horny I came in about two minutes flat, so hard it made me scream.

  He touched me then, very gently. He just took my hand and sucked each of my fingers in turn, tasting my fresh little pussy off them, his eyes closed in a kind of rapture. Finally he spoke. ‘Penny, that was so beautiful and I know that you want to do it again, but if we go down this path I can never touch you and you can’t touch me. Is that clear?’

  I just nodded, I couldn’t speak yet, and he kissed my hand again before letting it fall on the bedspread, and I felt how hard he was under there.

  ‘OK, Daddy,’ I said very quietly, ‘but will you touch yourself for me now?’

  I pulled the bedcover back, very, very slowly before he could answer, and there was his big beautiful cock, sticking up hard as a rock, the foreskin all unfurled and his big beautiful head all inflamed with desire and gluey with pre-cum. He couldn’t have refused if he’d wanted to, and he really didn’t want to.

  I said, ‘Lick your fingers and stroke your bare cock-head gently, don’t wank it,’ and just hearing his little girl say those words really turned him on. His cock convulsed and leaped up, getting even bigger, and it was already pretty big, I can tell you. He was breathing very hard, his whole body heaving with it, but he wet his fingers and made his cock all shiny for me, putting lots of spit on there, and finally started stroking it.

  He’d pulled the foreskin right back to let me see and he was tracing round the rim of his cock-head, teasing himself like your Mom was doing with her tongue to the guy in the bathroom, but I knew that he was desperate to start yanking at it and cum.

  I was watching him very intently, fingering myself slowly as I did it, and I knew that his eyes were riveted to my pussy the whole time. ‘This has to be just for me, Daddy,’ I whispered, ‘you can’t think about Mom or anyone else while you do this, OK?’

  He smiled sadly, then, for the first time, and shook his head. ‘Only for you, Princess,’ he promised, using the name he’d called me when I was a kid, ‘will you stand up so that I can see you properly?’

  I stood up and pulled the blanket off him as I did, exposing all of him. Cherry, I wanted to fuck him so badly, to have him get on top of me and really slam into me, break me in like a wild horse, but I knew that he’d never go that far.

  I was rubbing myself really hard by now and I knew that I was going to cum real soon, but I wanted to bring him off without touching first, so I turned round to let him see my ass, bent over a bit and stuck it out for him, then turned back round to face him, pulling my pussy slit apart so he could see. He was on the edge, teetering on the brink
, and I pushed him over.

  ‘Will I spread my legs so you can see my hot little pussy, Daddy?’ I asked, ‘do you want to see your Princess’ wet little slit, have her spread her pussy for you, show you her hot little cunt, Daddy…’

  He let go his cock as if it was on fire, but he was already too far gone and hearing me say ‘cunt’ to him while I pulled my slit about was too much, and he started to jerk, groaning like a beast in torment, his whole body convulsing with it as it came out of him like a waterfall, big thick white spurts of it, all over his belly, making his pubic hair all wet, and running down his shaft so that his whole dick glistened…”

  “Did you try to lick it?” Cherry asked, her fingers completely buried in her sweet ginger pussy.

  “I wanted to, I so-oo wanted to, but I knew he’d freak, so I came for him instead, hard and long and slow. I was so wet my cum juices were running down my thighs, and he just stared at me and groaned, his cock still dry-cumming long after he’d used up everything he had.”

  3

  “Did you do it again?”

  “Oh yes, all that summer, and every time we did it he’d say that that had to be the last time, but we’d still find an excuse to do it again. He used to like me to strip for him. He’d lie there naked on his bed and put a record on, usually some sad ballad from his youth, and I’d strip very slowly and pose for him, putting my foot up on a chair so that he could see everything, and slowly bring myself off in front of him, watching his great big cock all the time. I’ve never done anything more beautiful.”

  “What was your song?” Cherry asked, her face contorted as she hovered on the brink.

  “I’m Not In Love by 10cc,” Penny replied, her own orgasm imminent, “he loved to see me naked and touching myself to that one, used to make him cum like a teenager…”

  “I can hear that in my head now,” Cherry gasped, “and I can see you standing above him, you lovely little cunt all open and his big hard dick desperate to fuck the hell out of you… Oh my God, I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m really cumming!”