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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Ohio |
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| Introduction: Jen continues to express her love for her adoptive father. | ||
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I freed Jen’s hair from the band that held it at the back of her head and began to slowly comb my fingers through the long, thin strands. The intimacy of playing with her hair was not lost on her and she began run her fingers through my coarse chest hair. She looked up at me and smiled, I saw a radiance around her that had never been there before and I smiled as I continued to finger-comb her long, black hair. As we gazed into each others eyes I could feel the length of her strokes across my torso began to lengthen, slowly getting closer to my groin with every second or third stroke. I was surprised by how quickly my body was recovering from my recent orgasm and I felt tingling in my loins as blood rushed to re-engorge my flaccid member. Jen was obviously pleased by my body’s response to her caresses and she took hold of my slowly hardening penis to encourage it to full erection. Once satisfied by the hardness of my shaft she rolled over on top of me, her back against my chest. Her 115lbs, 5’2” body felt weightless as she slid down so that the length of my shaft pressed firmly against her groin. There was no penetration, just the pressure of my angled member pressing against the warm curvature of her mound. Jen took my hands in hers and placed them on her thighs then slowly guided them up to her breasts, then back down. She left them there, unguided and raised her arms above her head, offering me full access to manually explore her young body. I could not deny her desirability: her skin was pale and smooth, her muscles taught and toned. Whatever ‘extra’ weight this young girl thought she had was definitely kept in her voluptuous hips and perky C-cup breasts. The sadness I felt upon my first sight of her scars had gone. As my fingers grazed over the raised skin of her scarred breasts I found them more artistic than the finest tattoo. Her self mutilation was an emotional expression as fine as any master’s work in any museum. I felt entranced by the pattern left by the razors edge and took several minutes appreciating her unique designs. My rough hands felt soothed as they slid across her smooth, flat belly. The raised lines of scarred flesh that decorated her inner thighs were as equally entrancing as those on her breasts. Thin streaks of pain and sadness left as a testament of strength and tenacity. I felt my heart beat faster as I let my hands explore upward from her thighs. Jen writhed, her mound grinding against my shaft as my fingers ventured towards her nethers. My fingertips traced back and forth across the scars that adorned her mound. These felt more purposed, I wondered if this young girl had caused herself pain so often that she had created within herself a desire for it; if the wounds made upon her loins were to cause her pleasure rather than control her pain. Jen lowered her arms, she slowly guided my hands away from her mound. She parted her lips, leaving her warm, wet, pink open to wrap around the top of my hard shaft. She pressed my member hard against her exposed nethers, sliding her slick lips up and down the length of my shaft. There was still no penetration, but there was undeniable pleasure to be had at the feeling of her young wet lips smoothly gliding across my shaft. Jen reached down placing her hand on the underside of my member, pressing it harder against her as she continued to thrust her hips. My hands had been left unguided so I cupped them around Jen’s perky breasts. She sighed loudly, then used both hands to press my member against her, increasing the pressure and the pleasure the hot moisture of her nethers brought. A grunt escaped my lips as I felt myself nearing the beginning of an orgasm. Jen responded by sitting up, angling her hips and then guided the head of my penis into her wet slit as she slid it down on me. This position allowed barely half of my length to enter her, but it was more than sufficient. She continued to thrust and press against my shaft as I neared climax. I moaned loudly as I felt the last few moments before climax tick away. Jen slid my member from her with a barely audible ‘pop’ she leaned further forward and wrapped both hands around my shaft and began to pump vigorously. Her natural juices lubricated her hands as she worked my throbbing shaft. Her breasts had been freed from my grasp so I grabbed her hips firmly as I climaxed. My hips thrust against her hands as I shot my reproductive fluids into the air. She milked my penis, squeezing every last drop of my seed onto her hands. She lay back on me, my still throbbing member resting lightly against her mound she proceeded to clean her hands with her lips and tongue. She cleaned my ejaculate from her fingers as she would melted chocolate: sucking, licking and scraping against her teeth, not leaving a single drop unconsumed. Jen giggled seeing what I can only imagine was an amusing expression on my face. “Sorry, Daddy,” said, licking the last bits from her forearms. “You taste good.” She was still giggling as she rolled over and hugged me tightly. I could feel her own love juices dripping from her nethers onto me and I wondered if any of her experiences had left her fully satisfied. |
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