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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. Yesterday was singing hot and today was predicted to be a scorcher. Consequently it didn’t cool well overnight and it was a useless gesture to leave the bedroom windows open because it was already uncomfortably warm in the house. This morning I found my daughter sprawled face down, 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 and that was enough to provoke a noticeable reaction 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 marvellous little nooks and crevices down there. A veritable garden of glistening pink delight was exposed when you pulled those fat pussy lips apart and invited even further exploration. My favourite, although, and 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 delicately wrinkled tan flesh.

She had just turned eleven a few weeks ago but her hormones had shifted into overdrive last year. The growth spurt she experienced gently flared her hips, narrowed her waist and sumptuously thickened her thighs. Not to mention the padding that pushed up the puffy little buttons that had formed under her nipples. They weren’t more than pebbles at first, but after they began to develop they were, oh, so sensitive and required a gentle massage a couple of times a day to help ease the growing pains. Guess who was enlisted to perform the… well, enviable operation? Her clothing tended to be so irritating she couldn’t wear a vest and I purchased baggy blouses and a padded training bra that provided protection from the fabric, so it wouldn’t graze them. However, what I did only helped for a while and much to my delight, she quickly shed her top as soon as she got home.

She 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 passed when she was six after a savage bout with cancer and she became the centre of my universe. She was the only bit of her mum that still remained in my life and I’d raised and coddled her on my own for all of those 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 was and allowed 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 was like 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 yawned, “G’morning, daddy, do I have to get up straight away?”

“No, sweetheart, you can stay in bed for as long as you want.” I told her as I tenderly brushed a finger through her bum crack.

“Stop that, I want to sleep and you’re making me randy,” she said with a wiggle of her bum.

“Oh, poo, you’re always randy,” I observed.

“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,” she moaned 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 when I wiggled the tip just far enough inside to tantalize her.

“Daddy,” she squealed, “Don’t be like that. Quit teasing me,” and then she bucked her hips up and buried my 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, yes, yes, that’s the way I like it.”

“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 while I rubbed her clit. That was such a hit I was forced to teach her how to masturbate so she wouldn’t pester me ten times a day to rub it for her. But now, she’d lay there peacefully and let me ream her arse for hours at a time, while her fingers floated 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 evolved over time, into what it is now. We enjoyed other things, but that was our all time favourite.

“Yes, do another one, daddy, I need it,” she groaned.

Her little arse hole scrunched up around my fingers as it pulsed in time 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 along with the frenzied squish of her fingers in her sodden slit. But most lovely, was the scent of her girl juice which permeated the air with the heady fragrance of hot pussy that made my mouth water.

“I believe you are ready for another one, sweetheart,” I suggested with a third finger prepped and poised at the ready.

“Yes, daddy, do them… do them really deep,” she breathlessly begged.

The way she had worked herself up, her come would knock her senseless and I always loved to watch and especially feel 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 would chew my fingers off. Oh, the thought alone would make me shoot off with the slightest stimulation.

“Daddy, it’s… it’s going to be a big one. Put another one in…” she gasped for breath.

A forth finger 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 switched off 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