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Sparkle

By: Ko_Jo



A tiny sparkle caught his eye. A thin, silver chain on her ankle he hadn't noticed before. She was sitting half way up the marble stairway in the entrance hall, alone and removed from the crowd. Her flat heeled shoes lay by her feet as she sat with bare legs crossed, her hands planted on the edge of the same step her ass was perched on.

He was in the middle of one of those conversations that are almost interesting at the beginning, but peter out well before the end. Everyone in the small circle he was standing in were beginning to spend more time checking to see who else was around than talking. He was equally disinterested in them all.

   The glint of the chain drew his eye, but it was the way her smooth legs were crossed and angled on a slant that put an edge on his pulse. Her pale, lavender dress was snug and too short for sitting halfway up a staircase in a crowded reception hall.

He realized he'd never really noticed the sensuously svelte contours of her body, or the creamy smoothness of her skin. The suspicion she wasn't wearing panties suddenly gripped his mind in a hard clench. His gaze followed the sleek curve of her thigh until the hem of her dress fell across the path of his inappropriate gaze, covering too much and not enough.

A couple of the people in the circle finally drifted away, and while he put up an acceptable façade of attention, Blair's mind spiraled deeper into the strange speculation as to whether or not his daughter's pussy was bare beneath her dress.

Then he realized Naia had caught him looking. He could tell from the smile of coy surprise that pursed her lips as she pretended to be interested in the century old elegance of the mansion. Her smile had always been enough to lift him off the ground, but this was a rare brand of smile for any man to see on his own daughter's face. There was a vicious naughty streak in it a mile wide.

Naia uncrossed her legs and stretched. The movement put a hard lump in Blair's throat as he caught the briefest flash between her supple thighs. It wasn't what he saw. It was what he didn't see. He didn't see the quick flash of color a pair of panties would give off, even at a modest distance. But the movement had been fleeting and her dress cast too much shadow.

She had to be wearing black panties, he told himself. What earthly reason could she ever have to attend a semi-formal event with her own father without them? 

Naia was on her feet and coming down the stairs before the thought completed itself in his mind. She almost had that classic, girl next door look, with her long, silk-spun blonde hair and fresh smile, except there was a dark edge of mystery in her amber flecked eyes. She had a way of seeming like she was always thinking of doing something drastic, but was ultimately too nice a girl to ever do whatever scandalous thing was running through her mind.

That's how it used to be, at least, but today there was a different attitude about her. Blair had noticed it earlier, before they'd even gotten in the car, but he hadn't been able to put his finger on what was different. He'd thought she was quietly stunning in her usual, offhand way, but with a little more edge than usual.

Or maybe he was just imagining everything. Whether he was or not didn't seem to matter. It didn't stop his wondering about the state of her pussy, whether she was covered or uncovered under her dress – and it didn't stop his pulse from hammering in the most unnerving way as she approached him smiling and took a familiar hold on his arm.

"I could really use some air," she told him. Then she looked at the others he'd been talking to and excused herself for taking him away.

No one cared. The conversation had died fifteen minutes ago. Naia led her relieved father away and he took her through the crowded hall toward the rear doors leading onto a broad terrace overlooking the gardens and sea beyond. 

They walked through the terrace crowd and into the gardens, Naia clinging to her father's arm at every step. No one paid much attention to them. They looked like one more handsome couple seeking a few minutes away from the crowd.

"So who were those people?" she asked casually, as they meandered between rows of manicured hedges.

"I don't remember," he chuckled. A coy hint of smile played around his mouth while his mind wrapped itself ever harder around the question regarding her panties. Yes or no. Simple question. Even simpler answer.

"You were distracted maybe? A little?" A playful thread of teasing dangled in her tone. He was sure of it.

"Coulda been," he smirked.

He slid his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip. He couldn't feel anything under her dress, but maybe his hand wasn't in the right place. Or maybe she was wearing something too scant or sheer to feel through the fabric.

She snugged affectionately against him as they walked. When the urge to put his hand on her ass to feel the flex of her cheek as she walked, he realized he needed to see Diane. And badly. It had been over a week, although that didn't feel like enough reason to be thinking about and looking at Naia the way he was.

Blair's relationship with Diane was one of mutual convenience. They liked each other, and they managed to laugh a lot together. She was young, pretty and generously made. Everything about their relationship was correct, but in the end, it never seemed to add up to right.

And there he was holding onto Naia, his daughter, his mind playing delirious tricks on him. The irony wasn't lost on him how he loved every molecule of air that ever touched Naia's skin, and yet she was the last woman on Earth about whose panties he should wonder.

~~~

Naia had been bored out of her brain. The house was nice, the artwork was nice, the food was nice – and the people were dead boring. Naia had known that's how this party was going to be from the moment she agreed to attend with her father. Oh she wasn't complaining. Well not much anyway. She'd readily agreed. She'd walk through fire for her father if he asked her too. They shared that sort of relationship. 

But she felt she was getting the raw end of the deal on this one. There weren't any people her age here. She couldn't even spend her time texting on her phone because that would have been incredibly rude. That sucked big time. And those people who were interested in talking to her kinda creeped her out. So she had to make do with amusing herself tonight. 

She'd started even before leaving the house. The dress she was wearing was long enough, the skirt fell to just above the tops of her knees for goodness sake. 'Proper' attire for the evening, as Daddy had said. And well, she didn't want to embarrass him in front of his friends and colleagues, but she would have much preferred to wear something a little more risqué. 

She smiled as she felt her father's hand slide in around her waist as they walked through the garden. His fingers splayed across her hip. Would he feel it? She wondered. Or more correctly, would he 'not' feel it. She giggled on the inside. 

Naia had known tonight was going to be so very tedious for her so she'd decided to have a bit of harmless fun and had made the decision to attend the party sans panties – risqué indeed. Oh how utterly scandalous that was! It made her tremble naughtily on the inside.

At eighteen, it was hardly something normal girls her age generally did, but well she was hardly a normal girl. Her father had always told her how exceptional she was, how unique, how utterly amazing and wonderful she was. He was her Daddy, it was his job to tell her such things, and she always believed him, of course. But then some days, well there was a twinkle in his eye and a note to his voice that said he meant it in a way that wasn't especially fatherly. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part.

If her father only knew some of the thoughts that flitted through her head nowadays. It would probably give him a heart attack. She was growing up. Sex and all things about sex seemed almost constantly on her brain, and tonight was no exception. It was just lucky for him that most of the time, Naia found herself thinking about how her father would feel if she did even a fraction of what she thought about doing. And then came to realize that she couldn't do it to him and so didn't. 

But that didn't stop her thinking about it. Or being just a little bit naughty. Like right now. 

As she walked along, her father's arm about her waist, his hand so close to her bottom, she couldn't help but think about how it would feel if he just happened to let it drop back a little and squeeze her tender young ass. She couldn't stop thinking about how wet her shaved puss was, both achingly hot and shiveringly cool under her skirt where the mild night air licked up between her legs and caressed her dewy lips.  She wondered if her father was aware of the way their bodies rubbed against one another, creating a kind of warm friction that travelled through her body and made her nipples ache.  

They'd been chatting lightly as they strolled, but only now was the conversation getting interesting enough that Naia really wanted to pay attention.

"You were distracted maybe? A little?" A playful thread of teasing dangled in her tone. She wondered if he noticed.

"Coulda been," he smirked.

She glanced sideways at him and smirked too. She'd caught him in the hall, his eyes glued to the spot between her parted knees, straining his eyes in an effort to see under her dress. She'd found it hard to fight off the smile that cracked across her lips as she pretended to look at the artwork about the place.

"Was it something very interesting that distracted you Daddy?" Naia asked in the straightest voice she could manage. She'd been sitting like that purposefully, wondering if she could manage to catch his attention if only for a small moment. A fleeting glimpse, a teasing flash, gosh how it made the dew seep out of her and slick the insides of her thighs. 

~~~~~

Blair thought he had to be imagining things. It was strange enough to think of them walking away from the party as they were with his hand nearly touching her ass. So far, he couldn't detect the sign of panties under her dress, and the only way he could confirm his suspicion she wasn't even wearing any would be to let his hand drop the few inches more onto the cheek of her ass. And if he didn't know any better, he would have sworn she was teasing him into admitting his distraction was indeed right there in the little mystery between her lush young thighs.

He let her question hang unanswered and watched the side of her mouth curl up into that mysterious little smirk he'd been seeing more and more lately. He felt a jolt of hot tingles run through his cock and turned away, afraid he might be growing obsessed with her mouth. It was an alluringly beautiful mouth, with full, soft lips he could only judge as perfect. Perfect for what he could barely even confess to himself.

Looking away wasn't much help, though, considering the way her body moved against his as they walked. When she wanted to, she had the kind of walk that made men look twice and a father nervous. And yet Blair grew pensive, silently confessing how he'd often fallen spellbound to the exaggerated swing Naia put in her hips when she was of a mood. 

He smiled inside when he thought of how much like him she was becoming, but the idea of her becoming too much like him had him worried. He wasn't wired the way most people were. There had been too many times throughout his life when his appetites had loomed so voracious it seemed there was no way to control them but feed them. And Blair had fed them heartily. He liked to believe Naia's life would be simpler and easier.

The way her hip was moving under his hand was turning his brain upside down, and he let his palm drift ever so slightly lower. There was more flexing muscle meat and less bone under his palm now. Naia seemed to lean right into his touch.

"Daaaaaaddy," she crooned, pulling him back from his reverie. "You didn't tell me what was so distracting."

Blair's devilish streak made him want to give her an honest answer just for the sheer pleasure of seeing the shocked looked on her face. He'd almost been relieved to see the more conservative way she'd dressed for the event, compared to the increasingly daring and provocative way she'd been dressing – or sometimes not dressing – in the privacy of their cozy home. But at the moment, he was beginning to wish she'd worn something much shorter and revealing. No one at the reception knew she was his daughter, bearing a closer resemblance to her mother than him. He caught himself thinking of how his stodgy business associates would drool with envy and make whatever tawdry assumptions they wanted. 

"Maybe I was distracted by a beautiful girl," he finally replied with a hint of suggestion.

A pale blush colored her cheeks. The sight made tingles of electricity prickle in his blood.

"Um...really...because I didn't see any beautiful girls. Just a lot of middle aged dowagers with face lifts going bad."

Blair laughed. They reached the far end of the gardens and walked onto a path along the low standing cliffs where the sea calmly lapped at the rocks below. He tightened his grip and pulled her snug against his side.

"Well, there was just one very special, very beautiful girl there, and I even had to make myself stop staring because I think I was being rude," he told her with a smile.

The flush in Naia's cheeks deepened and her lips curled tighter. Blair's head spun with a growing hunger to taste her soft, pliant mouth.

"But Daddy," she said haltingly, "is it still rude even if the girl likes the way you look at her?"

Blair stopped walking and took a deep breath. He released his daughter's svelte body and leaned against the low cement wall, facing the sea and beach beyond. The swell of his cock was in danger of showing. Naia paused a moment, seeming to wonder what to do with herself when she finally stood in front of her father and leaned back against him, facing out the same way. Blair felt a deep breath inflate and then deflate her body. The warm curve of her ass was pressing against his cock, making the hot pulse in his flesh race even harder.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. Her hair felt like strands of fine silk against his lips. Then he lowered his head, bringing his cheek against hers.

"Baby girl," he breathed with soft intensity. "Do you know how much I love you?"

~~~~~

Naia held her breath and waited to answer. She was beginning to doubt she was reading things right and that first tickle of uncertainty snuck up and tapped her on the shoulder. But then she knew her father awfully well and could feel the slight tension in his body. She'd seen it before in the way he held his shoulders when she sometimes caught him looking at her, the look in his eyes enough to make her stomach thrill, her pulse spike and her little clit throb for no reason. She had felt it before in the way he held himself just slightly apart from her when she hugged him too suddenly and too close after such a look... and she realized she was reading things just as she ought to be. 

Naia couldn't quite stop the smirk that curled at the corner of her lip. 

She breathed again and unconsciously put a little more sway into her hips, the action making her naked, teenaged honey pot slide wonderfully against itself under her dress. Not wearing any panties tonight had begun as a harmless little distraction for herself but was quickly beginning to turn into something else completely. 

That cool lick of night air against her nakedness was far more stimulating than if she'd slid a finger between her lips and stroked herself. And knowing that her father's fingers were just inches from her throbbing, seeping, naked sex... separated by only a few thin layers of material. 

Oh God, Naia swallowed. All those wrong and wicked and intensely sexual thoughts were beginning to float through her mind again. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, the way their bodies rubbed and touched as they walked, was enough to make her quiver. There just seemed to be this undefined 'thing' that happened to her whenever she was near him nowadays and Naia wasn't too sure if she could really admit what that was just yet.

Naia felt her father's hand inch a tiny bit lower on her hip, dipping down onto softer flesh, and instantly wished she hadn't dressed so conservatively tonight. If she'd worn the short black cocktail dress she'd really wanted to...well, who knows? Maybe his fingertips would be resting on smooth, supple skin rather than fabric. As it was, his warm palm burned through the thin lavender material of her dress and she had to swallow the small groan that threatened to sneak out of her throat and give away her thoughts. 

Inwardly she trembled like a leaf. Her pulse raced and Naia knew she really shouldn't be, but she was enjoying this a great deal. Even if she knew it was wrong, she was feeling incredibly smug right then, knowing without a doubt now that her father had been distracted by her.

"Daaaaaaddy," Naia crooned, regaining his attention. "You didn't tell me what was so distracting." Of course she already knew, but a girl's vanity needed to be stroked every now and then.

For a moment, silence seemed to grow out and fill the space between them. Naia felt her father's fingertips dig a little harder into the soft flesh where his hand rested almost on her bottom.  She sucked in a shallow breath and held it. She knew it was an unconscious gesture on his part but god it made her blood surge and she felt her nipples pull tight under the snuggly cut bodice of her dress. 

"Maybe I was distracted by a beautiful girl," he hinted after a pause. Was it her imagination or was there just a touch of suggestion in his tone? She glanced sideways just in time to catch that small quirk her Daddy always gave when he was being mischievous.

Her face flushed with colour. Warm pleasure suffused her whole body at the compliment though she tried to sound nonchalant when she answered. "Um...really... because I didn't see any beautiful girls. Just a lot of middle aged dowagers with face lifts going bad."

Her father's laugh seemed loud in the quiet of the night but she saw him shake his head at her humour out the corner of her eye. They'd reached the far end of the gardens and the path meandered along low standing cliffs. Naia could hear the soft rush of waves on the rocks below them. As they walked, her father tightened his grip on Naia and pulled her snug against his side. Naia bit the inside of her lips in an effort not to moan softly at the feeling that rolled through her at that moment.

"Well, there was just one very special, very beautiful girl there, and I even had to make myself stop staring because I think I was being rude," he told her with a smile as he looked down at her.

Naia felt her cheeks burn but her lips curled tighter. She dropped her gaze and watched her footing as she leant into him a little more. "But Daddy," she spoke hesitantly, not really sure she should be saying it but wanting to get it out of her head anyway. "Is it still rude even if the girl likes the way you look at her?"

The quick inrush of cool air against her side came as shock as her father stopped walking and released his hold on her.  Naia blinked feeling a little unsure of herself as her father turned to lean against the stone wall, looking out over the water and beach below.

She paused, wondering at her father's sudden change in demeanor. Was it something she said? 

That familiar tension was back, only it seemed to vibrate through his whole body now. Naia may have been young but she wasn't blind, or dense. She could feel the sexual tension growing between them like the pulse in her veins.  She suddenly found herself at an unexpected crossroads and she didn't quite know what to do. Option one, she could stand right where she was, and resist the urge to make things more obvious; continue to tiptoe around her father and her rather odd feelings for him. Or option two, she could step up to it, and see where that urge took her... them.


Sparkle



She bit her lip and made her decision. There was a small gap, but it was big enough for her petite frame and once committed, it was hard to stop Naia from doing anything she set her mind too. 

Naia moved forward and stood in front of her father. She faced the same way and leaned back against him. She took a deep breath, releasing it silently into the night and out over the ocean. She could feel the hard line of his body pressed in tight against her back and she swallowed at the feel of her father's dick pressed in lightly against her curve of her bottom. Naia couldn't help but wonder if he trembled on the inside like she did. 

When she felt his hands come to rest on her shoulders she nearly yelped in surprise. But when she felt his lips press against her hair as he kissed the top of her head, she had to stop herself from grinding back against his groin. He dropped his head and his skin scalded her where they touched cheek to cheek, his face next to hers.

"Baby girl," he breathed with soft intensity. "Do you know how much I love you?" 

Her tongue felt ungainly in her mouth, her lips dry. She did know, but she wanted to say, No Daddy, why don't you show me? But she wasn't feeling quite that bold. She swallowed and tried to make her voice sound flippant, flirty even. "Not as much as I love you." 

She forced a mischievous grin as she turned her head and rubbed her nose against his cheek before she ducked her chin forward and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. Without truly thinking through the consequences, her sudden movement flowed through her entire body and everything kind of happened at once. 

The unexpected shift in her stance made her bottom grind back against her father's groin and she sucked in a breath as she felt the thick length of his hard cock mash into the crack of her ass. Her gasp also accentuated the realization that her father's cock could only be hard for one simple reason... Her! 

At the same time she felt her father's fingers dig into her shoulders as his breath caught and he wasn't quite able to stop the half gasp, half groan that sounded in her ear. A sound that sent a sharp sting of sensation down her neck and into each of her nipples as they pulled even tighter and tingled. A sound that made her innermost centre quiver and flood through her with aching need.

His eyes flashed wide in shock for a second and then a look that cradled the hottest fire burned in his irises and his gaze stole her breath away.

Naia's body clenched in an unholy way and she didn't realize but she braced herself by gripping the front of her Daddy's pants; the loose linen bunched in her hands over his thighs. Her hands actually pulled against his trousers as she pressed her body back against his, her ass grinding harder, and released one little word, "Daddy..." 

Her voice was a softer whisper than the light summer breeze sneaking in off the ocean.

~~~~

Blair had felt like half his body deflated in that one, desperate sigh against his daughter's neck. Feeling her hands claw up his pants as she brazenly ground her ass against his stiff cock caused his pulse to jackhammer out of control. He couldn't resist tasting her soft neck in a moist kiss, briefly touching the wet tip of his tongue to her skin.

"Baby," he moaned. "...oh, my baby girl."

Against any shred of reason or judgment, he ground his straining cock back against the taut round spheres of Naia's ass and dug his fingers even harder into the meat of her shoulders. His sweet reward was a half whimpered gasp that seemed to rise by automatic reflex from her throat. It made the pulse in Blair's rigid cock feel impossibly hot and powerful. He couldn't resist sliding his left hand across her collarbone to clamp lightly around his daughter's delicate throat, pulling her upper body against him as snugly as her ass.

Naia whimpered again and uttered a soft moan. Blair's cock leapt with heat as he felt the vibration of sound and air pushing through her throat. She gripped his pant legs even harder, as if she were trying to rip through the fabric with her nails.

"Daddy..." she mewled again. The lilt of her tone told him she wanted to say more but didn't have the words for whatever was going through her mind. 

Blair wanted to believe he knew what she would have said next, that she would have spoken the very same words that were broiling in his own mind as well. But that was crazy thinking. This could only be one of those freakish larks of circumstance. It was too much to believe Naia might feel as much of this heat down in the pit of her soul as the surface of her fine skin, but the way she kept her shapely young ass in motion against his cock was turning his brain into slush.

He could feel her breath deepen as he cupped her throat in his hand. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, and he couldn't resist finally satisfying his burning curiosity as he let his right hand slip underneath her skirt and slide up the side of her bare thigh. His palm made a smooth glide over her hip, meeting nothing but silken skin as the reality of her not wearing panties finally met his imagination.

But Blair couldn't bring himself to take his hand away. Naia mewled softly as he touched her hip, and the only thing he could manage to do in response was let his hand glide further, searching for the hot softness of her inner thigh. He knew his hand was mere inches from her bare pussy, and he swore he could feel waves of heat emanating from her core.

"Baby?" he called softly, his heart pounding. "Do you really want to know what was distracting me so much?"

He was convinced she already knew the answer, that she'd been consciously teasing his attention all along, but something in him craved to hear her admit it.

"Yes," she nodded, speaking in a husky breath.

Blair hesitated a few seconds. He knew the next tiny movement would be as significant as any event in their entire lives together. His hand moved slowly, brushing and kneading at the same time, until his fingers came up against his beautiful daughter's warm, swollen pussy. Her naked mound felt as smooth as a wet plum, and both father and daughter heaved a simultaneous gasp as Blair's fingers graced her exquisitely fine skin.

"At first," he told her with a deep sigh, "it was just a little sparkle from that chain you're wearing on your ankle. The one I gave you on your birthday."

"Oh, Daddy, yes..." she cooed as he gripped her harder, pressing his large fingers harder against her mound.

"But then I couldn't keep from looking at your legs...my god, baby girl, your skin is...is...it's...so perfect. "

He dug his thick, middle finger down into the slippery wet crease between her swollen pussy lips. She moaned from deep in her throat, a sound her father had never heard her make before, and ground her tight, young ass against the hard lump of cock in his pants.

"Forgive me, baby, but Daddy just wanted to kiss you all over those smooth, luscious legs. But then..."

He ground his finger upward, entering her dripping hole. Naia yowled softly and rolled her hips against the welcome invasion of her father's finger. 

"I couldn't tell from where I was," he went on, "but I could've sworn you weren't wearing panties. And you were teasing me weren't you? Teasing your own Daddy. Making me wonder. Making me want your hot little pussy more than I've ever wanted anything."

Blair's finger shoved deeper into Naia's pussy. At the same time, he slipped the other hand downward from her neck into the top of her dress and cupped his hand tightly around her breast. Her nipple was tight and hard, and he squeezed it firmly as he pumped his finger deeper into her oozing pussy.

"This is the way Daddy loves you, baby girl. The way I've always dreamed of having you. I never knew if you could ever love me back the same way, but lately...lately..."

~~~

Naia's brain fizzled and popped.  Her blood rushed through her young body at a million miles an hour, making her swoon with giddiness. She gulped continually but she just couldn't seem to catch a breath. And all the while, her skin blazed at the touch of her father's warm hands. His very scent seemed to envelop her senses, filling her with such an overload of feelings she could barely think straight. Naia felt like she was going to burn up and float away on the breeze, her father's every touch scorching her skin and making her insides quiver.

Her father... her Daddy! He was, oh god... his hands! God, his hands were sliding against her skin, her flesh, making her body cry out in a million ways for more, as his words fell like tiny bombs inside her ears to reverberate unnaturally about her skull and made her back teeth feel like they were going to implode from the pressure that was building inside her. 

Sound vibrated up and out of her throat without conscious thought, sound that was raw and came from a deep pit of longing Naia kept hidden inside her. She had dreamed of hearing her father speak words like that countless times before but Naia had never once entertained the idea of it actually happening. Neither had she thought with any real certainty that her dark, youthful fantasies would become anything more than that ... mere fantasy.

But here she stood; cradled in the hard, but loving embrace of the only man she'd ever truly loved, with his hands touching her in ways she'd only ever secretly dreamed of. The slide of his fingers under her skirt, hitching up the material almost as badly as it hitched up her breath, made Naia shiver. Her whole body trembled, tension pulling every nerve she owned taut with searing need.

Naia whimpered again as his words touched her in places hands could never reach.

"Baby?" She heard him say in the voice he reserved for quiet moments. "Do you really want to know what was distracting me so much?"

Naia swallowed trying to wet her throat. She already knew, she'd known the moment she'd seen him looking, but she wasn't above hearing the words being spoken out loud. She nodded, her voice husky from lack of moisture, "Yes." 

Her father seemed to hesitate for a few seconds and Naia held her breath knowing that the next few moments could irrevocably change both their lives in ways that could only be imagined. 

She swallowed another whimper as his hand moved slowly, brushing and kneading at the same time, until his fingers came up against Naia's warm, swollen pussy. She sucked in such a hard breath through her nose, it stung and she bit the inside of her cheek to stop from crying out into the velvety night. His fingers slid higher, and her naked mound throbbed wetly. Both she and her father heaved a simultaneous gasp as his fingers glanced against her exquisitely tender flesh.

"At first," he told her with a deep sigh, the tickle of his breath sending shivers down her neck, "it was just a little sparkle from that chain you're wearing on your ankle. The one I gave you on your birthday."

"Oh," she cooed as her Daddy's grip tightened, pressing his large fingers harder against her mound. "Daddy, yes..."

"But then I couldn't keep from looking at your legs..." his voice was hushed, reverent. "My god, baby girl, your skin is...is...it's...so perfect. "

She moaned from deep in her throat as he dug his thick, middle finger down into the slippery wet crease between her swollen pussy lips. Naia couldn't stop herself as she ground her tight, young ass against the hard lump of his cock. She could hear her father's breath falter against her ear and she wondered if his cock throbbed as hard as her little pussy did.

"Forgive me, baby, but Daddy just wanted to kiss you all over those smooth, luscious legs. But then..." His voice trailed off as he ground his finger upward, entering her dripping hole. Naia's voice warbled softly from her throat at the intrusion. Hot, aching need, seeped through her at her Daddy's touch and she rolled her hips against the welcome invasion of her father's thick finger, silently begging him to press deeper into her. 

"I couldn't tell from where I was," he went on, "but I could've sworn you weren't wearing panties." Another pause, almost like he was making up his mind about something. Like he was making that final decision, as if what he said... what he was doing... wasn't quite far enough past being utterly wrong and socially – morally – unacceptable, but that what he was contemplating saying to his daughter, was by itself even more heinous than his finger digging into the soft folds of her honey soaked cunny. 

Naia gasped in a needed breath and whimpered as her young, hormone soaked body quavered on the edge of a precipice.  She wanted to cry out... to say, tell me Daddy, please, I want to know, I need to hear you say it because I want it too! But she couldn't find her voice, she'd lost it somewhere at the beginning of the cliff top path. Or her Daddy had stolen it away, locked it in her throat by sheer force of will as his fingers danced over her aching slit.  

But she knew, Naia knew that her father would know what was in her heart. She knew it as surely as the sun would rise tomorrow, just like it always did. Because he was her Daddy and Naia, whether she was aware of it or not, was wired almost exactly the same way he was. 

Naia thought, that deep down, she knew her father on a level that transcended speech, knew his wants and desires more intimately than he did himself sometimes, because she shared so many of them herself. Her lust for him had grown so deep and profound, that she no longer thought she would die from the ache she felt sometimes. And she knew that she'd never be able to hide it from him again. Not after this...

Her fingers clenched against the fabric of his pants and threatened to tear the material as her Daddy continued speaking, her body shaking, his lips touching her, his tongue flicking, "And you were teasing me weren't you? Teasing your own Daddy. Making me wonder. Making me want your hot little pussy more than I've ever wanted anything."

Naia's father's finger shoved deeper into her pussy and she bit back a cry of smoldering pleasure. At the same time, his hand slid downward from her neck into the top of her dress. His fingers gripped her breast, squeezing, pulping, driving her even crazier. Her nipple was tight and hard, and he clutched it firmly as he pumped his finger deeper into her oozing puss. 

Naia's insides burned. Her quick intake of breath entered her as a shudder of cool air and she felt her knees beginning to shake as her hips strained forward onto her father's fingers wanting them to dive deeper.

"This is the way Daddy loves you, baby girl. The way I've always dreamed of having you. I never knew if you could ever love me back the same way, but lately...lately..."

Her body moved all on its own in a dance of form and limb older than time. Naia lost the ability to reason as sensation, hot and appealing, flooded through her youthful body. "Lately?" She managed to gasp as her hands snaked between their bodies and found their way to his zipper. 

She could feel the thick rigidness of his cock under her knuckles as her fingers manipulated the metal tag. Naia drew down the zipper without thought, and yanked the two halves of material apart roughly enough that the button popped open as well. 

"Fuck... lately baby..." Her father's voice whispered against her skin as he ground his hips forward and mashed his cock against the crease of her ass again, trapping her hands. The touch of his lips against the skin of her neck nearly made her shriek with want as she shifted and thrust her hands into the front of her Daddy's pants, gripping the pulsing heat of his cock meat. 

His groan was deep and almost sounded a little vicious. "Holy, sweet, fucking, Christ!" 

Naia felt the sharp edge of his teeth on her flesh and this time wasn't able to hold back the harsh whimper of sound that emanated from her throat. It broke out from between her clenched teeth as she squeezed her father's thick shaft as tightly as she could behind her. "Tell me Daddy... lately?" She begged breathlessly as she stroked his hard, throbbing cock with one hand while the other snaked further inside his pants to cup his heavy balls.

"Nnnggghhh oh fuck baby! Lately... oh god ... lately I seem to wonder if my little girl's dreams aren't... aren't somehow the same as my own?"

Naia gulped down a hard breath and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She could feel the hot, fast pulse of his heart as it throbbed in his cock and she knew that they were both on the same page... that they both knew that 'they' were inevitable. 

Naia rolled her fingers over the dripping head of his burning knob and gasped at the feel of his slick sap. Naia didn't care if it was wrong, she didn't care if it was against the rules. She wanted this so badly it was driving her insane to deny it.

She stroked his thick shaft as she released her gentle grip on his balls. She parted her thighs a bit further, allowing her father's fingers to dig deeper as she leant forward a little, pressing down onto his hand and moaning hard even as she reached for and yanked up the back of her dress. 

Without even thinking she'd freed her father's thick shaft from his pants and had angled it toward her pert ass. She rose up a little and pressed back, gasping as the spongy tip of his inflated member slithered between her tight cheeks and pressed up against her tight little ring. Her aching groan was absolutely debauched, and her father's matched it tone for tone. 

"Oh fuck baby."  He panted. "Fuck..."

"Please Daddy..." She replied breathlessly as she pressed against his prick, feeling it slide wetly along the shallow crack of her butt as the tip came to rest against the base of her young pussy and her father's fingers.

Her father's breathless moans were making her crazy and Naia tilted her hips back towards him, raising her butt higher and opening her young, aching cunt to him.  She needed him, wanted to feel him inside her. Now that she knew he really did feel the same, it seemed ignominiously stupid of them to deny their feelings. 

She gasped as her Daddy jerked his fingers from her sweet, clasping pussy and pressed them against the head of his wet cock, mashing the bulbous head of his shaft against her slippery slit. She felt him thrust against her, sliding the length of it along her moist cleft and up to her clit. She moaned again as he pumped his cock against her sweet wetness a couple more times, each time hitting her sensitive love pea. 

Naia leant over the top of the wall, gripping the top with hard fingers, openly giving herself to her father. She groaned, "Please Daddy..." 

"God, baby..." her father groaned as he saw the tip of his cock poised dangerously at her young opening. Naia groaned as he couldn't resist stroking the tip of it along her slit.

"Oh god... please Daddy, fuck me now!"

"But..." Her father's voice was gasping but hesitant.

"Now Daddy, please..."

"But Baby, have you ev...?"

"No!" She interrupted him with a shake of her head.

She heard his agonized groan. "Baby, it'll hurt..."

"I don't care. I need you now Daddy, now god, fuck me now."

"Fuck, oh God Baby! What if someone sees...?"

Naia gave an aggravated growl at her father who continued to tease her slit with his cock even as he raised objections. Was he intentionally trying to frustrate her? "Fuck 'em! Let them see, let them wish they were us. I don't care. I just need you inside me now Daddy. Just fuck me now or so help me, I'm gonna scream blue fucking murder all the way back to the party..." it was only a half idle threat, but Naia didn't think her father would make her fulfill the hollow promise.

Her father's growl was savagely feral she felt the pressure increase against her seeping cunt. She tilted her hips even more, opening the dewy petals of her private flower wide for her Daddy to take. 




Sparkle



~~~



Of all the ways Blair had dreamed of finally fucking his beautiful girl, on a semi-public path where almost anyone from the party could come along and discover them wasn't one. Nor could he find himself wishing her first time would be under such sordid circumstances – what father ever wishes something like that for his daughter - but it was just as hard to believe her burning little slit was leaking dew all over his cockshaft the way it was. Sometimes the body's passion just didn't give you much choice in the matter. 

Blair was no big chance taker or exhibitionist by any means, though he had always loved the way it felt to fuck outdoors. The spectacular surroundings almost disappeared for him, though. His own preciously beautiful daughter was all but begging for his cock, and begging for it now. Right now.

He pressed hard against his cockhead, grinding the thick knob against Naia's hard clit, teasing himself as unmercifully as he was teasing her. He now knew her dreams were the same as his. He might not have known the details, but there was no denying his baby girl wanted what he wanted. It was enough to make his head spin.

"Oh, Daddy, fuck," Naia growled, "my pussy is too fucking wet to care. Just fucking do it! God, I need you in me so fucking bad!"

Blair pushed his hand toward Naia's mouth, giving her a taste of the mixture of their ooze on the tips of his fingers. She readily took his fingers into her mouth, sucking each one with an exaggerated popping sound. He realized they were even more alike than he'd first suspected. He, too, was too far gone to care where they were and who might see them. It felt like his whole existence suddenly depended on being deeply embedded inside the hot, welcoming body of the one young woman he loved more than anything in the world.

He pushed the fat dome of his aching cock through the gap between her slick yet clinging pussy lips. Both uttered a long, low growl of lustful need at the same time. As the rigid length of his hard shaft gradually sank deeper inside his spectacular daughter, the only twinge of regret he could feel was that she was facing the other way. It was their first time together, though something deep inside him knew it was far from the last. Yet he wanted to be able to see her eyes. He longed to remember the look on her face the first time she felt her father's long, thick cock driving inside her luscious body.

As if she could read his mind, Naia turned her head to the side, giving her father a clear view of her beautiful face in profile. Her eyes were hooded and dreamy, and as he sank to the base of his thick shaft, they closed as she gnawed her supple bottom lip.

"Oh god, you're really going to fuck me now, aren't you, Daddy?" she purred heatedly.

"Yes, my love," Blair said, his voice strained as he drew his cock backward to the tip. "I swear to you my baby girl, I've never needed anyone like I need you. And I need you now."

With a grunt, Blair shoved his cock back inside his groaning daughter. He began to rock his hips back and forth, stroking her channel walls with his imposing rod. Every stroke was an exquisite joy.  He couldn't keep his hands still as Naia rolled her hips and fucked him back, kneading her tight young ass cheeks and grasping at her haunches.

Blair growled fiercely as he felt his daughter's inner muscles clench and ripple around his steadily thrusting cock. She was as hungry and eager for this as he, and every bit as committed to wringing every grain of hot, erotic pleasure from the wet friction of their bodies.

"God, how I love you," Blair groaned as he thrust harder, deeper into his daughter's gripping sheath. She was profane and magnificent, and the prospect of filling her body with a wildly unrestrained explosion of cum was numbing his brain. He reached forward, thrusting his hand between her thighs and began massaging her syrup lathered clit as he fucked her.

"Daddy," Naia mewled. "Oh fuck, Daddy...fuck..."

~~~ 

Her mind was reeling. Was it all a dream, was this really happening? Naia felt she needed to pinch herself just to make sure. Her whole body was throbbing as hot, aching sensation enveloped her senses and made her body burn.  A hard groan of pleasure and a little pain escaped her throat as she felt the thick head of her father's long shaft spread her lips and begin to slowly sink inside her. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she turned her head sideways, wanting to see her father's face as he entered her for the first time. She wanted to remember this moment forever. 

She laid her cheek atop the cement wall as she watched through dreamy eyes as her Daddy's face showed a mix of shock, awe, lust and ultimately love as he entered her. This really was happening. Naia couldn't help but sigh happily.

Naia thought it would have hurt more. She'd never had anything bigger than her fingers inside her pussy before today, but to be truthful, it wasn't as bad as she'd always imagined losing her virginity would be. The fact that she was extremely wet and incredibly aroused probably had a lot to do with the lack of pain she felt. But too, it was probably more the fact that it was her Daddy who was currently divesting her of her virginity that made all the difference.

His first intrusion had been uncomfortable, a momentary sting and then the sensation of being stretched and filled beyond capacity, briefly took her breath away. But as he sank to his fullest depth, Naia release a slow, breathy groan, "Oh god, you're really going to fuck me now, aren't you, Daddy?"

"Yes, my love," came Daddy's strained reply as he drew back, the tip of his cock resting just inside Naia's clasping tunnel. "I swear to you my baby girl, I've never needed anyone like I need you. And I need you now."

Naia bit her bottom lip hard as her father shoved his cock back inside her forcing a hard groan to roll out of her young throat. Naia gasped and whimpered. Hot sensation flooded through her as he began to rock his hips back and forth, stroking her channel walls with his rigid length. Every stroke was an aching pleasure.  She could feel his hands as Naia rolled her hips and fucked him back, wishing she could be doing the same, groping at his body and pulling him even harder into her hot centre.

She heard her Daddy's fierce growl as her clenching pussy rippled along the shaft of his pounding cock. Naia was every bit as hungry for this tryst as her father was, and determined to wring every ounce of pleasure she could from their writhing bodies.

"God, how I love you," her father groaned as he thrust harder, deeper into her gripping sheath, making Naia gasp in ecstasy. She felt his hand as it thrust between her thighs and began massaging her throbbing clit as he fucked her and she couldn't help the hard whimper of desire that shot out of her throat as she felt her legs begin to tremble.

"Daddy," Naia mewled. "Oh fuck, Daddy...fuck..."

"What Baby Girl? Tell me, tell Daddy..." Her father panted behind her, his thrusts getting faster, harder, his fingers swirling quicker around her aching pearl. "Does it feel good baby?"

"Oh... oh god, Daddy!" Naia wailed. "So... good... so... so... ahhhh..." Her thighs trembled even more as her knees began to shake. Naia had to reach back and grip her father's forearm where it bent around her hip for support. "Oh fuck, Dadddddyyyyy!" Naia cried out as she felt her body clenching tight, "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!" 

Her voice was nearly a sob as a hot rush of pleasure shot through her. Naia gasped in a heavy breath as her body jerked upright, her grip on her Daddy's forearm like a vice, as her whole frame began to shake and quiver through her first ever cock induced orgasm.

Blood rushed through her veins like a torrent, drowning out the sounds of the world in a head rush of ecstasy that pounded in her ears. She could barely catch her breath as her whole body shook violently against her father's chest.

She distantly felt her father throw a supporting arm about her torso as she bit back the scream of ecstasy she wanted to release into the night. Never before had she felt as strong a release in her young life as she did in that moment with her father buried as deep inside her as he could go. And she knew that she would have to have that again and again and again. Naia knew with every cell in her body that she'd never let her father go ever again.

Her aching core clamped down hard on her father's thick shaft as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, his hips curling up to thrust himself into her, milking every last ounce of pleasure from her lithe form. The thick head of his long shaft speared through her clenching muscles and pounded against her insides over and over again, making her grunt with the effort. And not once did Naia ever think to say stop.  Not once did she ever think it was enough as her teenaged body jerked and quivered as she slowly came back down.

Her legs began to tremble weakly and she gasped for breath as she heard her father's deep groans behind her.

"Oh my sweet baby... oh fuck..."

~~~ 

Blair couldn't help wondering if it was all in his mind – if he was merely imagining Naia's pussy was somehow wetter, hotter, tighter than anything he'd ever felt before. It felt as if the slippery friction of his driving cock shaft deep in the grip of her luscious young pussy was somehow more intense. But his mind couldn't grasp such floating thoughts for long as the stark slap and stroke of their deeply joined flesh overpowered his senses.

He was still reeling from the moments before when her body had shot upright and begun to tremble with a flood of powerful sensation. He didn't know how he'd managed to hold back the rush of his own frothy explosion of cum, but he knew the moment of his own ecstatic peak was not far away.

Naia's spine arched, giving her father's cock an easy path into her pussy as he placed his left hand in a light clamp over her throat and ground his soaking wet fingers over her pebble hard clit at the same time. Nothing – no one – never – was there anything so unimaginably magnificent. She was Daddy's precious little angel-whore, and his hard thrusting prick was swimming in the broiling wet heat of her churning core.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for her. Nothing he wasn't willing to give or take from her. The notion of being completely devoted to her never really hit him fully until now, but it was a little troubling, too. He didn't know how he'd ever have the strength to let go of her now.

"Owww, Daddy...fuck!" Naia growled. "Give me...that cock...forever!"

Blair thrust his hand down in the top of Naia's dress and gripped her smooth breast firmly, kneading her warm flesh as his fingers found her nipple. The overpowering ache for release rippling through his cock would no longer be denied, and he began thrusting powerfully into her dripping slit while tweezing her nipple and clit at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Daddy, cum...just cum!" she cried. "Pump me full of spunk until it's dripping back down my thighs."

Blair felt his daughter's lithe body shiver and shudder just as she had moments before. Every muscle in his body strained taut as the rush of liquid electricity pulsed through his body and gushed from his pumping cock deeply into Naia's body. All he could manage verbally were strangled grunts and growls as his jets of cum filled his beautiful girl's rippling channel.

For a few moments it felt as if the river of cum pouring into his hot, beautiful daughter would never stop, but even after it finally did, he kept stroking his cock in and out of her glorious body, gradually slowing down. Naia was rolling her hips at the same time, wringing every drop of frothing ecstasy from her daddy's powerful cock.

Blair reluctantly let his soaking wet cock slip from his daughter's sheath, but he quickly took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. He swept her tightly into his arms and pulled her close, kissing her hard and deep. Her dress had dropped low enough to cover her again, while his lather coated cock was still jutting through his open zipper. Cum and pussy honey were getting all over their clothes as Blair kissed his baby girl like the only woman he ever needed to claim.

"You know I love you forever, don't you, my sweet darling?" he told her as his breath finally slowed down enough to let him speak.

"I was hoping so," she said, nipping at his bottom lip.

Blair finally tucked his cock back inside his pants. They were too much of a mess to think about returning to the party, but that was the last place Blair wanted to go now anyway. He took the love of his life by the hand and led her the long way back to the car.

He paused before unlocking the doors and held his beautiful daughter close again. He didn't care who saw them. 

"I feel like I have so much to tell you," Blair said. "But never enough time and this just isn't the place."

"I kinda think I understand," Naia said with a faint smile that spoke volumes.

Blair took her sweet face in his hands and kissed her long, slow and deep. Then he opened the door for her and watched her get into the passenger's seat, her dress slipping up along her smooth, young thighs. He walked around the car slowly, doing his best to look calm inside. Then he got in and started up the car to drive his baby home.




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Sparkle Ch. 02



*all characters are 18 and above

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*****

Blair couldn't sleep that night. He lay wide awake staring at the ceiling with his fingers laced behind his head. Naia -- only Naia -- consumed his mind, refusing to leave him in peace.

Nothing would ever be the same.

He was overcome with vivid images of the monumental events that had transpired on the footpath along the cliffs earlier. If it weren't for Naia's tangy-sweet scent, he wouldn't even be sure it had really happened. Yet he could still taste the sweetness of her supple mouth. He could still feel the wet silk of her excited young sex lips under the tips of his fingers.

He could still feel the roiling heat of her body's core gripping the driving girth of his demanding cock.

The ride home from the reception had been dreamlike. Even though they'd barely talked, Blair had an instinctual feeling Naia had been feeling the same sense of being high he had. She'd snuggled cozily against him while he drove. They'd spoken softly of ordinary things -- a movie they both wanted to see, what to have for breakfast the following day.

When they got back to the house, there was almost the feeling even the house wasn't the same one they'd left earlier. It was as if they'd walked into a strange new environment and weren't completely sure how everything fit together yet. Naia had seemed uncharacteristically shy in her father's presence. Blair could see how much trouble she had holding eye contact.

"Well -- um -- I guess I'll get ready for bed," she'd said to the living room carpet.

When she turned for the stairway, Blair automatically caught her by the wrist before she had a chance to go up. He wasn't thinking, only reacting, when he swept her into his arms and kissed her. She sighed and kissed him back just as eagerly. Blair couldn't resist cupping her ass cheek through the fabric of her dress, feeling the taut firmness of her ripe, young flesh.

He wanted to explode all over again and take her down onto the staircase, but the strangely disoriented feeling kept a tight hold on him.

"Baby, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world," he told her. "You know that, don't you?"

She looked back at him with moist, sparkling eyes. "Yes, Daddy. I know."

She finally turned to go upstairs, stopping halfway up to turn back while Blair stood there watching her. "You know I love you, too, don't you, Daddy? Just the very same way?"

Blair could only nod. His throat felt plugged full of gravel. His blood felt hot, like it was rushing through his veins, and he wanted to follow her straight to her room and lie down with her to take everything she was willing to give over and over again. Yet as sure as they both were about their feelings and desire for each other, they were just as unsure about how it was all supposed to work, so Blair stayed at the foot of the stair and watched his beautiful daughter walk up the rest of the way.

He'd taken a shower before crawling into his bed alone. He felt a sadness come over him as he washed his daughter's scent off his skin. Somehow, it had only seemed right her scent should cling to him permanently.

Now he lay wide awake, feeling every second take its sweet time dragging by. His baby girl was only down the hall in her own room, but it felt as if she were impossibly far away. It wasn't right they should be anywhere but together now. Close enough to hold each other, to touch freely, to taste her mouth, to tell her everything he still had in his heart to tell her.

He heaved a deep breath and let his hand drift beneath the sheet, sliding down his naked body toward his cock. His hand covered the warm, tingling flesh, rubbing and stroking to encourage the pulsing swell of his meat. It was impossible to think of her in the supposedly traditional ways anymore. She was inextricably woven into the fabric of his love and desire. She might have been his daughter, but she was a vibrantly beautiful young woman, and he knew more surely than ever that she was wired so much the same way he was.

He had felt the force of her driving hunger in those electrifying moments when his cock had plumbed her slick tunnel. He'd felt every wave emanating from her core -- her refusal to stop until they had crashed across the finish line together.

Suddenly, so many other moments of the recent past came into focus. The worn pairs of skimpy panties left behind on the bathroom floor for him to pick up out of curiosity, only to inflame his blood with the pungent scent his luscious Naia left behind. The way she swaggered onto his lap while he was watching television, wearing little nothing tank tops and panties.

He now suspected she'd been testing him all along, and he knew the frothy rush of his cum deep inside her pussy was the only answer she'd been after.

The notion slowly dawned on Blair that despite everything that had happened, he still didn't even know what his mesmerizing daughter's pussy looked like. More importantly, he had little more than a fleeting glimpse of how his baby tasted. His heart shivered with unquenchable need as he thought of the thousand things that suddenly seemed impossibly urgent to do with her.

Blair felt a sudden, monolithic ache overwhelm him. It wasn't right for them to be lying in separate places, separate beds. Together, they would be more than two.

With a semi-hard cock that was steadily growing, he got up from his bed and padded softly down the hall toward Naia's room. He had something important to tell her. He needed to say he loved her like no other in existence before the words exploded inside him. He needed to feel and taste the surface of her fine skin before the weight of his own need crushed him.

He pushed her door open and whispered "Baby?" into the darkened room. Silence was his only reply, so he said it again -- louder. He finally reached for the light switch and flipped it on.

Naia's bed was empty. The sheets were rumpled and tossed, but his precious baby girl wasn't there. Obviously, she'd been having trouble sleeping, too, and maybe she was somewhere else in the house, though everything was quiet and still. If she'd left the house, he couldn't imagine where she would have gone at that time of night.

Blair went to Naia's bed and sat down. He leaned over and buried his face in her pillow, taking a long, deep breath and filling himself with the scent of her hair.

"Baby," he sighed as he continually fondled his growing cock. "My one and only baby."

~~~ 

Naia padded down the hall stairs and into the kitchen. She couldn't sleep. How long had she stood outside her father's bedroom door, aching to go in but unsure if she should... if she could? 

Nerves had hit her like an avalanche of butterflies and made the inside of her mouth bone dry. She needed water, hence why she found herself in the kitchen so late at night. Never before had she had such trouble sleeping. Thoughts roiled through her mind like a tornado set on tossing every perceivable thought and emotion at her with brutal force, throwing everything around and making such a jumbled mess in her head. And she in turn was set to tossing in her sheets. 

She longed with everything inside her to go to her father, crawl into his bed and never leave it again, but something stopped her and Naia couldn't put her finger on what it was.

From the moment they'd stepped from the car it seemed the surreal spell of contented lovers had been broken, crossing that threshold of father and daughter to lovers had seemed so natural out in nature. But now, faced with the reality of their reality, something awkward seemed to worm its way in. It was like tiptoeing on broken glass, the agonizing feeling of hope that you weren't going to get cut, being countered with the equally dreadful thought of how much pain there was going to be when you finally did.

Perhaps that was the problem? Naia was scared. She was a smart girl. Things like this didn't happen every day, at least not that she knew of. If the world... or their little part of it... found out; there would be repercussions.

Naia gulped down water like it could wash away all her fears, wishing that it could. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. Like it or not, things had changed and now, now they both had to figure out how those changes were 'really' going to affect them. 

Naia left her glass on the bench and padded silently into the lounge. She contemplated watching the telly for a while but thought better of it, knowing that the sound would wake her father if he was sleeping. And as bad as it made her feel, right now she needed a small moment alone to contemplate. 

Naia had finally gotten what she wanted. Even though she'd never consciously admitted it to herself, there was no denying the intense sexual attraction she felt towards her father. These feelings had been so very confusing to begin with and Naia really did think there was something wrong with her. But then after a bit of study into the psychology of it all she found that her feelings weren't uncommon and that had made her feel a little better.

Perhaps that knowledge had affected the way she'd acted as now thinking back on things Naia realized she really had been tempting her father for a long time. All her seemingly unconscious actions took on a whole new meaning for her. Leaving her worn panties lying about the bathroom for anyone -- no not just anyone ... for her father -- to find, wearing skimpy clothing to the point of almost being naked and taking every opportunity she could possibly grab to snuggle, touch, hug or tease her father in some way had all been leading to this point in time. 

Wasn't this what she'd ultimately wanted? 

Yes! Naia thought. So why then did she feel like this now? 

Naia didn't really know but she thought that the churning in her stomach must be more than simple nerves. 

She heard the distinctive buzz of a text message on her father's phone. He'd left it on the coffee table. Naia's eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. It was just after midnight. Her lips pulled into a sneering quirk, one guess who that was at this hour. 

Even though she knew she was invading her father's privacy; she grabbed his phone and pressed the screen. Immediately she was met with the passwords screen and she flicked a nervous look at the stairs. She bit the inside of her lip and contemplated whether or not she really should do what she was thinking of? She knew it was wrong she couldn't help but want to know what the message said.

Naia deftly punched in her father's password and the message opened up to her.

**Hi Lover,

I just got back into town, literally just stepped off the plane. These redeyes are a killer! I'm so tired and sore baby, and I missed you. I need you to straighten me out, by bending me over. ;) xx text me when you can.**

Naia grit her teeth. The message made her want to vomit. It also made her want to throw her father's phone across the room. But she knew that she couldn't do that... and as much as she wanted to, she couldn't delete the message either. When it came right down to it, her father would know and he'd be disappointed in her. And the last thing she wanted to do was break his trust and disappoint him, so she put the phone back where she found it and instead padded out onto the back deck. 

Naia tugged her light satin kimono style robe against her naked skin as she stepped outside. It was late now and the air had taken on a slight chill. Goose flesh rose up on her legs and arms and her nipples pulled tight as the night air licked up between her legs once more and she was reminded of earlier that night.

Naia felt her body prickle as her blood slowly heated. Her heart beat just a little faster as she caught her breath at the memories that flooded through her mind. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her young pussy beginning to throb gently as blood flowed to plump out her nether lips. Then a nasty little smile touched her lips as she thought about her father fucking Diane, and thinking of his little girl all the while as he slid his thick cock into the woman. Naia couldn't quite understand how; but she knew with every ounce of her body that the thought rang true... and that made Naia smile even more.

The thought of her father, the way his body had felt pressed against her, his lips, his tongue as he kissed her so deeply. The heat of his cock as he thrust into her, the way he groaned and throbbed inside her while his thick shaft pulsed as he emptied himself into her clenching tunnel. God it made her tremble. She could already feel the slick heat of arousal seeping out of her and she knew without a doubt he was thinking of no one else but her!

Another shiver raked over her slender body and this time Naia wasn't sure if it was the chill in the air or the thrill in her veins. Either way, Naia knew it was time to go in.

She climbed the stairs quickly, her young body flooded through with an ache that would not be denied. This time when she stood at her father's door she felt none of the doubt. When all was said and done, it had already been done and there really was no turning back. What's more, Naia didn't want to turn back, not now, not ever. Naia felt as though a weight lifted off her young shoulders as that revelation became apparent. 

She tapped lightly on his door before cracking it open a little. "Daddy?" She called in a whisper. When she got no answer she pushed the door further thinking he was asleep. "Daddy?" She called again, this time a little louder. 

Naia frowned. Moonlight seeped through the window and showed Naia an empty bed. It was rumpled, so he'd obviously been in there, but he was nowhere to be seen now. She was sure he hadn't been downstairs, she'd have seen him or heard him if he had. Her father could wake the dead even when he was sure he was being quiet. 

She backed out of the room. 

She glanced up the hallway. Light seeped into the hall from her bedroom door. The door was ajar and the light was on. She knew she'd left her room in darkness, so a small quirk touched her lips. It was the only logical place he could be.

She tiptoed closer and ducked her head about the door frame. She smiled as she saw his naked form stretched out on her bed. He had his arms wrapped around her pillow and was dosing lightly but she could see the semi rigid length of his member as it jutted from his groin.

The tip glistened wetly in the light as it twitched and quivered. Naia knew her Daddy was only half asleep and knew it was time to wake him up properly. 

She let her robe fall in a shimmering puddle of embroidered amethyst at her feet as she stepped silently into her room. She crawled quickly onto her bed and stretched out beside her father's body cuddling up close. 

Before he had a chance to react Naia spoke, "Daddy, I'm cold." She told him in a pouting voice, a small shiver skimming over her skin as his warm flesh pressed against hers.

His loud gasp as he came to made her giggle. "Jesus Baby! You're freezing!" Though even as he growled at her he wrapped his strong arms around her slight form and pulled her even harder into his chest.

"Will you keep me warm Daddy?" Naia asked in her cutesy voice as she glanced up into his face. She fluttered her lashes for good measure.

Her father brushed her hair back from her puppy eyes and stroked her cheek gently. His eyes were so intense as he answered her, "Always Baby Girl, always."

~~~

Blair's heart slammed like a tropical storm. Looking into his daughter's moisture glazed eyes was now more laden with meaning than anything he knew. He knew nothing could compare to it. He also knew she was playing up to him in that sweet way she knew he could never resist -- her wide, innocent eyes looking back at him as if he were the king of the world; her sing-song cutesy voice that filtered under his skin like a warm mist.

Now that he was holding her again, the confused tumble of misgivings he'd been feeling since they'd walked back in the house was rapidly evaporating. Her skin felt so fine and warm as their combined body heat began to warm her back up. Blair's cock tingled wildly as the seepage of his precum dribbled heavily, wetting his miraculous girl's skin.

"You went outside, didn't you?" Blair asked softly.

Naia gave a slight nod. "I... I couldn't sleep and I was thirsty. And then I went looking for you, but you weren't in your room."

A rush of blood heated Blair's cock even more. "And how did you feel when you found me naked in your bed?"

"Happy, Daddy," the svelte young vixen purred. "Very very happy."

His hand slid down the face that mesmerized him, down along her neck and shoulder to her back, on down her sleek spine until he was cupping her naked ass cheek in the palm of his hand. He squeezed firmly as she pressed her bare thigh between both of his, sliding up until her leg came against his laden balls.

"Do you know why I'm here?" he asked simply.

Naia looked deeply into her father's eyes and touched his face. "Yes, Daddy, I know."

Blair felt the smile cross his lips. His cock spiked with heat and sensation, dragging along his daughter's tummy as it grew toward its full length.

"But why didn't you come sooner?" she pouted. "I missed you so much, and I didn't know what to think."

"I know, baby girl," Blair said. "Like wandering around in a fog."

"Yeah, Daddy. Just like that."

Naia's pretty face still carried the pout from before, but there was a sense of happiness sparkling in her eyes when Blair confirmed he knew exactly how she'd been feeling, too. He'd seen a similar sparkle in her eyes so many times before. It was a sight that had always filled him with powerful feelings and sensations, and tonight was no different. Her lips curled ever so slightly into a mysterious smile while her bare thigh pressed lightly against his balls.

By now, Blair's cock was granite hard and throbbing against the front of Naia's body. His fingers began to explore the cleft between her ass cheeks with firm tenderness.

"You're finally getting nice and warm," he said. "I should probably scold you for going outside without enough on to keep you warm."

"I like it better when you warm me up with your naked body," she said in a drawling purr.

As she spoke, Naia's hand moved between their bodies and curled around her father's rigid cock. His blood began to sizzle as her palm and fingers caressed his thick length, exploring his size and shape. She rolled the pad of her thumb over his dripping head, slicking the steady ooze of his precum over his flesh.

"You're keeping Daddy nice and warm, too, my love," Blair said, barely above the level of a moan.

"I think you were just a little warm already when I came in, Daddy," she announced with the soft hint of a giggle in her voice.

"Maybe I was thinking about someone extra special," he said, lightly teasing her taut rimhole with the tip of his finger.

Naia purred softly at her father's probing touch. "And who might that be?" she finally said.

Blair's hand moved up over Naia's body to cup her pertly naked breast, grinding his thumb over her swollen nipple. "Only the sexiest, most special young woman in the world," he replied.

"Sexy? Special? Hmm, she sounds pretty hot," Naia teased.

"Oh, she is," Blair went on with barely a pause. "But I never had a chance to tell her just how much until recently."

"Mmm, lucky girl," Naia crooned as she began to slide her hand up and down her father's throbbing cock shaft.

"Not half as lucky as her Daddy," Blair half groaned. The overwhelming hunger inside him for his beautiful girl felt like it was beginning to rise off his skin like steam.

"Bet I can tell you what she's been thinking ever since you put her in the car and took her home from that party."




Sparkle Ch. 02



"Tell Daddy," he said, tweezing her nipple firmly.

"Are you sure, Daddy? It might be a little bit nasty," she teased.

"You know you can tell your Daddy anything."

"Hmm, well...I...um...I mean she...has been thinking how it was like being in another world -- kinda like a special world just for us -- every time you kissed her hard and shoved your big, hard cock deep inside her hot, greedy pussy. And probably -- just guessing, of course -- she was thinking about when the next time you'd love her just that same, nasty way. But she just didn't know how to say what she was thinking."

"Hmm," Blair pondered, feeling a swell of scalding lust and sweet emotion pumping through his body where his blood used to be. "I wonder if you...I mean she...knows how she turned her daddy's world upside down?"

Naia started to say something in reply, but Blair couldn't resist taking her supple, young mouth in a deep, needful kiss. His tongue found hers already in motion while the grip of her hand tightened around his solid cock. He kneaded her bare breast harder while her thigh pressed and rubbed against his balls. Their kiss and mutual groping became more urgent with every passing second, until Blair finally gathered the strength to release his daughter's intoxicating mouth and disentangle himself from her.

He rose onto his knees as she rolled onto her back and placed her feet on either side of him, with her smooth thighs parting wide enough to reveal the wet, swollen lips of her luscious pussy. Blair studied every inch of his baby girl's glorious body, his dripping cock standing up and outward as he placed his hands on her inner thighs and began to press his palms along her warm, silky skin.

Blair's hands moved toward Naia's pussy, until he was stroking and spreading her slippery lips with his thumbs.

"You're wet, baby," Blair pointed out in a husky, hungry tone. "Really fucking wet."

"It's all your fault, Daddy," Naia cooed sweetly.

"Do you know what I see now? Finally being able to see you like this?" Blair asked as he rolled his thumb over her swollen clit.

"Oh, Daddy...fuck...tell me." Naia quivered under his touch.

"Everything I ever wanted."

Then Blair began to lean downward, lowering his face toward Naia's fragrant, wide open pussy, anxious to take and consume the wet treasure his hunger would never let him ignore.

~~~ 

It was happening again; that amalgamation of events, coming together in such a way as to feel so completely natural. Naia knew it was wrong, knew with every fiber of her being that they shouldn't be doing this, heck they shouldn't even be thinking about doing it. But here they were again, in each other arms and ready to defy all moral boundaries... ready to obliterate the lines between right and wrong. 

She'd never dreamed that her darkest, most well kept, secret desires would ever become a reality. But now that they had, she found that she couldn't walk away from them. Not ever again. It was crazy and insane what they were doing but Naia wouldn't change it for the world. Finding out that her father felt the same way...had always felt the same way...was a revelation and one she'd never have seen coming in a thousand years. 

Naia couldn't help but wonder though; if her Daddy had felt this way about her for so long, why had he never done anything about it before now?

All these thoughts flickered through her mind in a rush of mental noise before the thought bubbles all fizzled and popped as her attention was caught by her father once again.

Heat seared through her veins, her heart pumping hard in her chest as she watched her Daddy's head descend. 

She'd been a virgin before that crazy, intense moment on the cliff top path. She'd never once been touched so intimately as she had been by her father out there, under the night sky. She'd never so much as gotten to second base before today. Though Naia wasn't naïve in any sense of the word. However, knowing something about something, was entirely different to experiencing that something and Naia's body tingled all over in anticipation. 

Her head slammed back into the pillow and her spine arched off the bed. A long gasp of aching pleasure escaped her throat as her father's warm mouth touched her moistened, private place for the first time. She buried her fingers into his short, dark hair and let out the most primal groan she'd ever heard as her knees pulled in tight against the underside of his ribs.

His tongue lapped at her softly, teasing at her folds and flicking against her tender nub. Every flick of his wicked tongue against her sensitive pearl made her whole body jump and jerk as gasps and whimpers escaped her unheeded. 

Naia could barely breathe and felt on the cusp of passing out from the deep pleasure that her father wrought in her body. Masturbation had always been pleasurable, and somewhat intense when coupled with the fantasy of her Daddy taking her. But in no way had she ever dreamed that something could feel so incredibly good as his warm, wet tongue sliding over her tingling peach.

She let out another gasp as her father's hand slid along her body and sort out the roundness of her full breast. His fingers teased at her bud as his palm pulped at her soft flesh. She moaned as Naia pushed her breast harder into his palm. Every touch, every sensation was a revelation and Naia's greed knew no bounds. She wanted more, everything, all the time and she wanted it now. 

"Oooohhh, God Daddy! Your mouth. Fuck!"

Naia's father moaned against her tender, ripe young pussy, "Mmm baby... taste so good." His tongue delved even deeper than before. She felt like he was trying to devour her and she prayed that he would never stop. 

How she ached to feel him inside her again, plunging deeper on every thrust and filling her to the core. But even more than that, she now ached to the centre of her very being just knowing how much her daddy truly loved her. That his love was a little less than conventional was ... well unconventional, but that didn't stop it from being so very right, from feeling right and Naia knew that she wouldn't trade that knowledge or that feeling for anything in the world. 

Her Daddy's tongue probed deeper again, swirling and flicking, plundering her sweet treasures with utter abandon until her young body was trembling. Naia's breath was catching in her throat, a small hiccup of sound as every wave of pleasure sent a sizzling jolt of sensation through her body.

Her skin tingled and she could feel her stomach beginning to tighten up as she neared oblivion. Her body began to give away her secret destination, and her father couldn't help but see where that road map led. He redoubled his efforts and pushed his little girl mercilessly toward her end.

Naia gasped again and again, filling her softly lit room with echoing sound. Her father's low groans became a counterpoint in their sweet song of love and Naia couldn't help the small shudders that wracked her body as his mouth tortured her. 

It was building, like a crescendo, set to peak and crash and Naia could barely believe how high she was being taken. Her face flushed with colour. Heat poured off her. Her heart pounded within her like a bass drum, deep and resonating as her father's mouth played her like an instrument pulling exquisite sound from her throat. 

He was beyond masterful and Naia could feel herself falling even further under his dark spell as her young body hummed under his knowing touch. 

Her blood sizzled in her veins and sounded like thunder as it rushed past her ears. If she never knew another thing ever again, she knew that she loved her father with every ounce of her soul and she was never, ever going to let him go now. Not ever, and that meant Diane had to go.

Naia's fingers dug deeper into her father's short hair as she finally let herself go. Her nubile body began to shake as she curled her hips hard against her daddy's sucking mouth. She humped against his face as sound whined from her throat.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Daddy... oh God, Daddy!" She panted. "Daddy... I... I, oh fuck... I..." 

Her father bore down and finally took her over the edge of tomorrow. Naia's young body pulled tight as hot sensation flooded through her. Her muscles tried to lock and spasm at the same time making her entire body jerk and tremble as her orgasm took her breath away.

Lights flashed brightly behind her eyelids and her jaw clamped down tight to hold back the raw scream of ecstasy that wanted to rend the night in two. 

She felt her father's strong hands holding her down as his mouth assaulted her sweet little cunny over and over again, lapping up her juices like they were the sweetest nectar he'd ever tasted. It was driving Naia wild and she found it almost impossible to string more than two words or thoughts together in that moment. All she could do was feel, and all she could feel was absolute rapture!

She could feel the intensity receding, giving up the trembling release and settling into a more satisfied glow. But her father was having none of that... at least ... not yet.

As soon as her young body began to relax her Daddy shifted quickly. He pushed her hands away and loomed over her as he pushed her thighs even wider apart with his knees. 

"Not yet baby," he growled in a low voice. "You don't get off that easy."

"Dad...?" Naia began before, "Oh, Fuck!" 

"Oh gawd baby!" He moaned as he drove his thick cock deep inside her spasming pussy. He pushed in deeper until she could feel his heavy balls pressed tight against her body. "God, fuck baby... so tight, so fucking tight!"

"Daddy, god you're so big! Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me!"

"Daddy's going to fuck you all right baby." He growled heavily as he shoved his cock deeper into her tingling, young pussy. "Daddy's going to fuck his little girl just how she likes it..."

~~~ 

Blair's mind spun off into the ozone as he felt the tight clutch of Naia's wet pussy. His hips were already rocking back and forth in a rhythmically steady series of thrusts. It was almost a completely different experience now than it had been on the cliff path. Having his mouth covered with the dizzying flavor of her flowing pussy while his grinding cockshaft pumped her young sheath was enough to set his skin on fire. And then there was the look of shining intensity in her eyes as she gazed up at him, her pretty features twisted with lust and need.

Blair swooped down and kissed his beautiful daughter with a hunger that gripped him to the core. He ravaged her greedy mouth, knowing she could taste her own juices on her daddy's eager lips. She whimpered into his mouth, her tongue sweeping around his while his cock made rhythmic plunges into the creamy heat of her succulent young pussy.

Never in his life had the man felt so much in tune with another person, let alone with a girl he was fucking. It was as if they'd been created for each other. Created to fit and lock together in burning need. The fleshy, wet scrape of Naia's pussy along the shaft of her father's cock made Blair feel as if every cell and pore were lighting up. The fact that she was the last girl he should ever be fucking seemed like a myth that was only created to heighten the intense bond between them.

When he finally released her mouth from the captivity of his own, Blair covered his baby girl's throat with kisses and licks as he propped his upper body onto his elbows and blazed a moist trail to her breasts, sucking and lapping at her tight nipples while he scooped the firm mounds of girlflesh in his hands.

Naia mewled and huffed for air, grinding and rolling her hips to the urgent pounding of her daddy's rockhard cock. It felt like she was jerking him off with her grinding pussy, and Blair was on fire from the inside out. He shoved and thrust his pulsing cock with long, forceful thrusts while the flow of her lustful, young juices was beginning to smear his entire ballsac.

Blair could've sworn he was Naia's first real fuck, but the way she was throwing her pussy back hard against the drive of his hot prick made her seem like the kind of driven creature who was just born to fuck. A surreal feeling of fatherly disapproval came over him, and that only made his pumping prick throb with intoxicating levels of heat.

"You fuck like a greedy slut, baby girl," he growled as he drove his fuckstick deep and hard. "Where did you learn how to fuck like this?"

A look came over Naia's face that would've made the devil blush. "From you, Daddy," she purred heatedly. "Right now."

Naia bit her bottom lip as she caught her father's gaze with her own, pushing her pretty, young breasts toward his face and grinding her hips with an exaggerated flair. Blair growled hungrily and pumped her pussy even harder. The writhing, hard breathing girl beneath him was pure love and raw lust all rolled into one. No other woman on the planet could ever be what she was to him.

Working his hands under her body, Blair suddenly rolled, taking Naia along with him, rolling them both over so she was on top. He managed the maneuver without letting his cock slip from the wet grip of her succulent, young sheath. He ground his hungry prick into her pussy and impulsively landed an open handed smack on one of her shapely ass cheeks.

"Daddy!" she cried in surprise. "What was that for?"

"That was for fucking your daddy like a craven little whore," he told her, his voice husky with lust burning hotter than he'd ever known. "Now show daddy how to ride cock like a nasty slut or you'll get another one. Harder this time."

The burning gleam that passed through his daughter's eyes nearly paralyzed Blair inside, though he fought a battle to keep his reaction off his face. Naia propped herself up on her hands and ground a little circle with her hips, wringing his cock with the gesture. She made the pleading pout he'd known all her life, but seeing that look on her face while his throbbing cock was buried to the hilt in her hot, rippling pussy made him want to explode. Then she bit her bottom lip, another gesture he knew like his own fingerprints. It was something she always did when she was giving serious thought to something. Maybe now she understood the way it made him look at her supple mouth whenever she did it.

"Another one, Daddy? But aren't I being a good girl?"

Blair got the message loud and clear. Spank me like that again, Daddy. Spank me good and hard. Yet at the same time, the man was nearly overcome with the look of love and need in his baby girl's deep, dark, gleaming eyes. In a moment of perfect calm, he reached up and touched her cheek. She tilted her head and leaned into his touch. His cock was aching and the inside of her pussy was broiling.

"I love you more than my own breath," he told her. "My love for you is part of me as much as my skin."

"Daddy," she whispered. "Oh...Daddy..."

Blair paused to memorize the look in her eyes. Then he drew his hand from her face and wailed another hard, open palm smack against her bare ass. He felt his baby's cunt ripple inside while a look of abject hunger for cock crossed her face. "Now fuck!" he growled. "Ride that fucking prick like only your daddy knows you can."

A whorish kind of sneer crossed Naia's pretty features as she moved her palms onto her father's chest, raising herself higher as she started moving her hips. Her sweet young breasts quivered and shook with the rise and fall of her body as she started riding her father's cock. The girl milked her daddy's cock with her agile body like she was born for it.

Blair reached for her rigid nipples, twisting them as he groaned and fucked back at her grinding hips.

~~~

Naia's body seemed ready to fly apart. All the intensity she felt rushing around inside her wanted to seep past her skin and find a way into her father's, create a chain reaction and set them both ablaze. 

The hard saw of her Daddy's cock touched her in ways that Naia knew, would change her forever. His words set her mind tumbling over itself as she constantly fought the need to cuss and curse at every drive of her father's thick shaft.

The first strike had taken her by surprise. So too had his vulgar words, though perhaps even more alarming was the reaction her body experienced. The initial sting of her father's hand had rapidly transformed; and a confusing rush of warm pleasure had suffused her young body like hot oil drifting through her veins. It was like a flood tide of warm tingles had swarmed across her chest and tummy, and made her tremble devilishly.

Naia bit her bottom lip; an unconscious gesture she'd had all her life and never thought twice about it before. That is until this instant when she saw her father's eyes glued to her mouth and felt the sharp jerk of his throbbing cock inside her tight, gripping pussy.

Her eyes shone as she realised just how enamored of her her father truly was. And when he had reached to gently touch her cheek? Every last doubt fled from her mind. There was no space in her heart for anything other than her love for her Daddy, and Naia was now certain that her father felt the exactly the same way for her. 

That made her smile and she couldn't resist teasing him a little, begging him in a roundabout way to spank her little bottom again and set that sensation flitting about her body again.

The second strike had been anticipated, welcomed, and it sent a shock through her that made her clenching pussy spasm harder around her father's thick cock. That; and his demand that she 'fuck' in a way that only he could ever understand, made Naia lose herself completely.

She pressed her hands against his chest as Naia undulated her hips against his groin, driving her Daddy's fuck stick deeper into her aching cleft. The hard, thrusting heft of his cock stretched her nether lips wide and the frothy glisten of their combined juices seeped out to puddle against their skin. 

The wet slap of body against body drove Naia onward, her eyes half closed as she chewed on her bottom lip like it might save her from exploding.

Her father's fingers twisted at her nipples, sending spikes of pleasure arcing across her abdomen only to find a home in her already throbbing pearl. The sensation was too much. He wanted her to fuck? Naia sucked in a deep breath through her nose and let it out as a hiss as she leant into his hands. Naia pressed her breasts hard against his palms, as she held the backs of his hands so he couldn't let go. She spread her knees wider, her toes tucked in under his thighs as she rolled her hips and threw her tight, throbbing cunt forward, impaling herself over and over again. 

Her Daddy wanted her to fuck? Naia, let her head fall back, her hair trailing along her spine, flicking in tandem with her body as she gave in to the lust and did as her father bade. 

If he wanted her to fuck, then she would. 

Naia tried to recall everything that she'd ever read, everything that she'd ever heard, everything that she'd seen or thought or spoken of about sex, flood into her mind. She picked from it what she could and became the sparkling animal of her father's desire.

She held Blair's wrists as she threw herself onto his aching, pulsing cock, her body rolling, her breath heaving. Sweat poured from her skin, glistening like oiled honey in the light of her bedroom lamp as she rode her Daddy's thick, pumping shaft like a reckless whore.

Sensation began to take over, as the angelic slut inside Naia began to absorb as many details as she could. The stringy feel of her father's pubic hair where it chafed against the inner curve of her thighs, the squelching slap of his ballsac as it came to nestle momentarily, wetly, in the crease of her ass cheeks, the harsh gasp of her father's breath, the frantic thrust of his velvet rod, the hot flush of blood through her racing heart and the sharp tingle of her annihilation as it quickly approached. 




Sparkle Ch. 02



She felt like she was on fire, burning up in a blaze of endless pleasure as her Daddy, rocked and heaved and pumped in time beneath her. 

"Fuck baby!"

"Yes!" She gasped. 

"Fuck!"

"Yes!" Naia cried dropping her head forward to smile diabolically at her father. His face was a mirror of hers, twisted with pleasure, sweat pouring from his brow as his eyes shone with silvery warmth.

"Beautiful...beautiful girl..." Blair whispered breathlessly to Naia, making her blush even as she bounced harder on his cock, his eyes never leaving her face. That look alone was enough to wrap up her heart and make her feel so loved, so safe.

Her father pulled, breaking her grip as he drew a hand away. It dropped quickly to grip the firm roundness of her thigh, his fingers biting into the flesh as he leveraged his own angle and began throwing his hips even harder against Naia's succulent sheath. "You fuck like a wanton animal baby, like you were made to be my lover, to take my cock, to be mine and only mine." Blair growled.

Her hips rocked harder, Naia's breath gusting through her body like a transient visitor merely passing through. "I am... I am Daddy. Always."

Her father let out a hard sigh, "Yes... yes Baby, always. Always, mine." He spoke as he lifted his hand and landed another hard smack against her rump.

Naia's body jerked and her pussy clenched harder. "More, Daddy, again?" 

"Ah Baby." Blair sighed almost ecstatically as he reached back and wailed another stinging slap on her ass again. 

Naia's whole body quivered, her tender nipples pulling even tighter on her chest. Her gasp was a mere whisper, "Daddy..."

"Yes baby..." Her daddy replied as he dropped both hands to her hips and if it were possible, pulled her even harder onto his fat fuck stick.

"Oh... oh, Daddy..."

"Yesssssss baby!" Her father hissed as his fingers bit hard into her skin. "I know. I know... so close." 

"Daddy!?" Her breath hitched on a plea, a sympathetic whimper and a brazen statement of hot, demanding lust all rolled into one. 

Her eyes were half slitted as she watched her father lift a hand to his mouth and lick his fingers. Naia's brain was far too sex addled to fully comprehend, but she was soon to realise the significance of her father's action. 

"Daddy knows you're close baby..." He whispered to her almost gently, lovingly. "Sooooo close. Daddy is too." His hips leapt harder, driving that fat shaft deeper on every thrust. "But a gentleman always lets a lady go first. So baby..." he whispered to her as he pressed his dripping wet fingers against her overly sensitive clit. "Cum for Daddy!"

His last words were sibilant, hissed with a hard edge to his tone that made Naia think of a man greedy for more than he could ever possibly need. But all thoughts quickly flew from her mind as he began to vigorously strum his fingers back and forth over her little pea. 

"Daddy!" Naia wailed as her body began to buck. Her form writhed and jerked as her father held on for dear life and manipulated her orgasmic trigger with deft skill. "Oh FUCK Daddy... oh...oh...ooooohhhhhh Daaaaaadddddddy!!!!!..." 

~~~~

Blair ground his spit soaked fingers against his daughter's pebble hard clit unmercifully, his mind spiraling off into the ozone as he felt the walls of her spasming pussy ripple along his shaft. He was stunned by the amazing animal she became as the sensations rocking her body rose and crested their peak. He smacked her ass hard again while her lithe, young body squirmed through the overload of pleasure. She gasped and bit her supple, bottom lip. Blair smacked her again. Harder.

"Daddy!" she cried breathlessly. "You're setting my skin on fire!"

With a deep grunt, Blair rolled, sending his dazed baby girl tumbling to the side. He quickly got up off the bed and grabbed his girl by the ankles, pulling her body toward the edge of the mattress. She followed the pull of his grip obediently, gazing up at him as her stiff-nippled tits heaved with the rise and fall of her breath. Her pussy looked so raw and soaking wet from the pumping she was getting.

Blair couldn't resist pausing a moment to admire her. She amazed him in every way imaginable, and he couldn't look at her now without gripping his nectar slick fuckstick and stroking himself to the vision splayed out before him.

"Daddy," Naia pouted, "you spanked me hard. Really hard."

Blair couldn't suppress a grin as he saw the smoky glaze of hard lust pass through his daughter's eyes.

"A girl like you needs a firm hand, my love," he told her, watching her eyes drift hungrily to the wet cock in his stroking fist.

"Yes, Daddy. As you wish." She reached between her thighs and rolled her fingers over her clit. The gesture made Blair want to slam his cock right back inside her and fuck like an animal, but he forced himself to take a breath and hold on to what little control he had left.

"Daddy's love for you is both hard and soft, baby girl," he said. "You belong to Daddy now. We belong to each other. And you know I have to teach you how to be. Are you going to be Daddy's woman, baby?"

"Do you want me like that, Daddy?"

"Oh yes, baby, and I think you know that by now."

"God, Daddy, yes. I'm your woman. I'll be yours forever."

"Good girl," Blair sighed, stroking his cock a little faster now. "And you must realize, too, that Daddy has to teach you how to balance the angel and the cock whore who both live inside your soul."

"Yes, Daddy." She pushed her finger boldly inside her sodden pussy, keeping her eyes on her father's cock the whole while.

"Roll over, my love. Tuck your legs up under your body and push that ass and cunt out for Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy," she said obediently.

Blair wanted to break down as he watched his precious baby girl follow her instructions flawlessly. "Good girl," he said. Then he let go of his cock and swung his arm back, bringing it back across her ass with a sharp, stinging smack.

"Daddy!" she gasped. "But aren't I being good?"

"You're being good and bad at the same time, my beautiful darling. I'm afraid that's just how people like you and me are wired." Blair could barely think straight. He didn't know how he was even capable of stringing words together anymore. He swung his open hand across Naia's luscious ass once more. "Now tell Daddy what you need, baby."

With the side of her sweet face pressed against the bed, Naia's voice suddenly became husky and demanding. "I need your fucking cock back in my horny cunt," she purred. "I need you to dump your nasty spunk all up inside my body, Daddy."

"Fuck," Blair hissed. "You have a dirty mouth, little girl." She'd driven him as far as he could go right now, and he gipped his cock and pressed it back inside her pussy, stroking his shaft in and out of her hole from behind her now.

Naia mewled and gasped against the sheet, accepting the urgent thrusts of her father's cock. He grasped her hips and began pumping long strokes into her gripping core. Every few thrusts he couldn't resist raising his arm and raining a fresh, resounding smack over his baby's rocking ass.

He could feel her hand digging down beneath her body, clawing at her clit while he pumped her ever harder and deeper. As he felt her body ripple with yet another release, he smacked her ass once more while his cock lurched with spasms, filling her hot, slick pussy with the frothy jets of spunk she was asking for.

Afterwards, he held his cock inside her wet warmth as long as he could, his hands lightly caressing the beautiful curves of her vibrant body.

"I never thought it was possible to love anyone this much," he told her softly. "But now...you've taught me different."

Blair finally disentangled himself from his daughter's pussy and got into bed beside her, holding her body close, stroking her face and hair and covering her eyes and lips with tender kisses.

"I love you so much, Daddy," she whispered, just moments before closing her eyes.

Blair watched Naia sleep a while, but then he got up from the bed and went downstairs. He walked naked into the kitchen and drew a tall glass of water from the sink. He reached down and caressed his cock and balls while he downed two, tall glasses in a row, conscious of his daughter's slick now dry yet clinging to his flesh. He felt marked by her. At the same time, he felt as if he'd marked her as his own with his cum.

Turning away from the sink with a sigh, he spotted his phone and picked it up to check for any missed calls or messages. There was a message from Diane he hadn't seen yet, but it wasn't flagged as a new message. He opened it, realizing Naia was the only one who could've seen it.

If it hadn't been for everything that had happened with Naia, he would've been clamoring to see Diane. Their relationship was primarily one of convenience, even though it had already lasted a couple of years. They enjoyed each other's company, and had been able to satisfy each other's raw appetites in ways they never seemed to find with anyone else. Until now. Naia was more than Blair ever imagined being able to find, and he knew they'd just begun to scratch the surface of the explosive desires they shared inside.

Now, he didn't know if he could go on with Diane, but what could he tell her? He couldn't very well say, thanks, baby, but I'm fucking my daughter now, and I'm totally addicted to her pussy and the way she makes me cum like a fucking firehose. 

He also couldn't help wondering what Naia must have thought when she'd seen the message. He wasn't surprised she hadn't said anything about it, but she hadn't shown any sign of a reaction. He'd give her a little time to see if she was going to say anything about Diane's message. Leave it up to her...let her go at her pace. They'd deal with it one way or another, as long as he had his baby girl, Blair had a hard time caring about anything else.

He walked back upstairs to slip back into bed with his daughter. His lover. His...everything. Right now he just needed to feel her in his arms and know she'd be there when he woke up in the morning.



Sparkle Someone Else's Eyes



Melanie decided that she definitely liked this club-- "Empire", it was called. Located in a somewhat revitalized part of the city, the decor was classy, the drinks were expensive... and everybody was dressed to the nines. Very chic.

In addition, this DJ was pretty good, but she wanted to hear something closer to heart. She wandered over towards his booth while a dance mix of some Eighties tune was spinning.

He sat amidst a tangle of wires, a microphone, and a laptop computer. Hispanic, goateed, and decent-looking, he smiled as she arrived in front of him.

"What would you like to hear?"

"Do you have anything by Finicky Trope?"

"Yeah, I've got both of their albums. Who should I dedicate it to?"

"Me."

He laughed. "Could you be more specific?"

She grinned back and said, "Melanie."

"Will do, Melanie." He typed up her name on his screen next to "Fcky Tr", and she walked back to the bar.

Sweat-Guy was back, and he'd ordered her another kamikaze. She was tempted, but she didn't want him to think she was interested, so she told him that she was taking it slow tonight. He looked disappointed, but he shrugged it off and knocked the drink back before smiling at her and returning to the dance floor. Now where is Paul-With-The-Moustache? she thought.

There he was: taken by a petite blonde who was obviously surgically-enhanced. Dammit. Men are such idiots. Enhanced-Blonde was smiling and nodding, her vapid eyes giving away the fact that Moustache-Paul was lost to Melanie for the night. She signaled for another kamikaze, and started drinking it slowly when it arrived.

Well-Dressed-Guy was back now, and his redhead was nowhere to be seen. He pulled up a stool next to her and lit up a cigarette. "Hi again," he said, holding out his cash to catch the bartender's attention. "How was dancing?"

"Fun," she replied, giving him the look that implied that more questions would be welcome.

"So what's your name?"

"Melanie. And yours?"

"Robert. Can I get you another one of those?"

Well what do you know? She was almost done with it! "Sure," she said, "It's a kamikaze."

"Gotcha." He handed the bartender a twenty and placed his order. "And who are you here with, tonight, Melanie?"

She mock-scowled in response. "No one. I was stood up."

"The man's an idiot, whoever he is." He took the opportunity to glance up and down her figure. "A real idiot."

Heh. You're the most transparent guy I've ever met, she thought. Of course, you're also reasonably good-looking, so I'll overlook it. Just this once. "Nah, you've got the wrong idea. My friends were supposed to go out with me tonight, but they all flaked on me and so now I'm stuck dancing alone." Come on, guy, that's an opening and a half...

Her next kami' arrived, but at the same time came the pulsing bass of "Violation", from Finicky Trope's first album. She really wanted to dance to it, but she was kind of interested in finding out more about Well-Dressed-Robert. She stood up. "Ooohh. I love this song!"

"I'll watch," he replied. "I don't dance."

"Come on," she coaxed, "You wouldn't leave me out there all alone, would you?"

"There's little danger of that," he said, indicating the quickly-filling dance floor.

Damn. Well, he'd had his chance. "Okay, Robert," she slapped him on the shoulder. "I'll see you later. Maybe." With that, she shot back her new kamikaze and strutted off to join the throng, swaying her hips a bit to let him know what he was missing. The bozo.

She was dancing almost before she hit the floor, as the song's rhythm was inescapable. She pushed through the mounds of people to a less crowded area over in the corner by the unused stage, where she could dance without being danced on. The pulsing bass-line soon had her moving in sync, and slowly but surely a group of men assembled to watch and (at least attempt to) participate. She grinned to herself at this behavior, and kept moving her shapely limbs in ways meant to entice.

The lights were even wilder than before, with the disco-balls actively sparkling in multi-colored splendor. A couple of lasers shone down on the wall nearby Melanie, and she was amused to see they, too, were in sync with the music. They pulsed with a blossoming effect every time the deep synth notes did, and they even moved around in circles slightly as the bass pattern repeated. It made her want to dance even more, and her movements grew ever more in tune with the sound and the lights.

This is it, she thought. This is why I came out tonight. To feel like this. To feel at one with something wonderful. She smiled broadly as the beat intensified, and watched the laser patterns on the walls change slightly in response. The patterns were really, really neat to watch. They expanded and contracted, and seemed to spin around in a complex, beautiful way. One red, one green, both amazing. She moved her body ecstatically, her eyes fixed on the patterns.

The song was reaching a peak, now, and she felt an incredible excitement overwhelm her as the green pattern slid across the wall, closely followed by the red, drawing Melanie's gaze along with it like a string. Then the music grew louder, and the patterns moved away from the wall, vanishing for instants as they bounced from person to person, body to body and finally came to rest on

The Woman.

She wore a shimmering, silvery, silken dress, almost liquid in its motion. Her body moved to the rhythm in the most natural of ways, Her dress rippling with the wind of Her undulations. The patterns struck Her, and gleamed like jewels, still engaged in their own dance.

Melanie was lost.

The Woman was standing atop a platform, alone, and She was looking directly at Melanie.

The music was like a voice in her head, now. Melanie, it said, you are the Dancer. You must follow the Dance.

And the Patterns were the Dance; they were the pulse of the beat and the beauty of the melody. And she could not look away from the green and red swirls, and their silvery background.

Come, Melanie, the Patterns said, the pulses said, Dance with me. Now.

The song was over, now, but a new one took its place. The rhythm was similar, but contained new subtleties and more harmonic elements. The laser Patterns followed suit, and as more tones were added to the song, so were more voices added to Melanie's mind. Most of them, however, were murmurs on the edge of comprehension.

One spoke with the voice of Command.

Melanie, it called, approach Us.

Volition didn't even enter into the equation. Her body was marionette to the strings of the red and green colors projected onto the Woman's body. And her legs moved stridently toward the platform, her eyes never leaving the Patterns or the Woman that bore them on Her dress, Her shoes striking the floor in rhythm with the Dance.

She brushed past the men who had been watching her perform as if they didn't exist. A sweat-covered man called out to her in recognition, but her thoughts slid off him as if he were glass; a weakly-smiling man (who something inside her insisted was "Robert", and who shouldn't be here) reached out to touch her arm and received no attention whatsoever. They were nothing in the realm of the Patterns, the Dance, the Woman.

Now she approached the platform, and the Patterns blazed in emerald and ruby ecstasy up and down the Woman, grazing Her legs at the hem of the short dress, and sliding round to caress Her breasts and stomach as the fabric swirled around Her. Melanie stood transfixed before Her, eyes even with Her knees, and the Commanding voice inside her skull instructed her to ascend to the Dance.

While she clambered atop the wooden dais, an audience began to gather around the two, all of them wondering what was going on. They saw an attractive woman climbing to join another atop Empire's central dance riser; the new arrival was oblivious to her surroundings, and her gaze was locked on her predecessor, whose face was inquisitive, though unsmiling. The women closed, and the riser's original occupant turned slowly in place, presenting the newcomer with her back side.

Melanie was confused as the Woman turned away-- the patterns were out of view, with only the pulsing voices in the music to reassure her. What am I doing up here? she started to think. Who is this W-woman?

Look into the mirror! To your left! shouted the voice of Command, but she resisted. What the hell is going on?!? She looked around her, at the faces below the platform, seeing them stare back. She was losing the rhythm, now, and felt awkward up here, and wanted to get out of here and figure out what had hap--

The Patterns were back, on the Woman's back now, rotating in unison with the pulses that communicated Melanie's needs to her. And she was lost again.

Melanie approached the Woman now, her eyes raptly fixed on Red and Green. Suddenly, Red slid away, but she was Commanded not to fret, and to look into the mirror instead, to look at the Woman in the mirror. Gazing there, she saw Red moving up and down the front of the Woman's billowing silvery dress. The other Pattern joined it, and the voice in her head made her move forward again.

She almost didn't notice when her hands brushed the silken fringes of the dress fabric, but she continued to sink her hands into its luxurious shimmer. She slid her hands around the Woman's waist, resting them on Her hips in a firm-- even possessive-- grip. The Patterns went wild at this, reassuring her and exciting her at the same time.

In the mirror, the Woman smiled.

As the Woman leaned backwards, Melanie felt Her backside pressed up against her. The voices encouraged her to savor the feeling of thigh against thigh, breast against shoulder, groin against buttock. She sighed as the Woman ground Her tight ass hard into Melanie's crotch to the rhythm of the Dance, and she savored the hot, satiny slickness of the Woman's dress as she moved her hands from Her hips down to legs, and back up again to the Woman's breasts.

The Woman's expression changed from a smile to a lascivious grin. The Patterns gyrated triumphantly. Melanie's locked gaze followed them upward, past the Woman's stomach, past her hands, and up until the Patterns reached the Woman's eyes. As one eye went Red and the other Green, the voices chorused in unison, Command loudest of all, This is the Dance. The Patterns are the Dance, and they are in Her eyes. Your will is the Dance. Obey the Dance.

Melanie had no choice but to Obey, and no volition left to resist with. She stared into the Woman's eyes, lost in the Patterns there, lost in the Dance. The song ended somewhat abruptly, and the Woman whirled around to face the enraptured Melanie. Though the laser lights had switched focus after the end of the song, for Melanie the Patterns were still in the Woman's eyes. The Woman spoke quietly but with certainty.

"Take my hand and follow."

And Melanie, who only Obeyed the Dance in this Woman's eyes, held out her hand. The two women stepped down from the dais amidst quite a squawk of disappointment; the kind of spectacle these women had made of themselves wasn't something that Empire's patrons witnessed very often. Countless comments were directed to Melanie and her companion-- lewd remarks, mostly regarding how much they needed a "real man", and even some half-drunken offers from women-- but all were coldly ignored as the women made their way toward the nightclub's exit.

The Woman led her to a long, white sedan, fumbled with the remote locking mechanism, and moved Melanie into the back seat. She followed and closed the door behind Her, and Melanie sat quietly on the leather-upholstery. The Woman was examining her face closely. Melanie didn't mind, she just stared deeply into Her eyes, her mind's eye still seeing the red and green Patterns swirling within them.

"What is your name?" the Woman asked her.

"Melanie Cole," she replied dreamily.

"Well, Melanie, is it often you feel up strange women on the dance floor and then hop into the back seat of a car with them?"

Melanie was confused. "No..."

"Why, is it, then, that you're here with me now?"

"The Patterns... your eyes... the voices told me to obey... you said to follow..."

"I see." The Woman hesitated, thoughtfully. "Well, I guess it worked the way it was supposed to, then." She paused again, then shook herself out of Her reverie and gave Her attention to the other woman. "Melanie?"

"Yes?"

"You must obey me. Is that correct?"

"I must obey you."

"Good. Um... are you alone at the club tonight?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's see... Uh... are you a lesbian? Or a bisexual?"

"No."

"Could have fooled me. Why did you grab me up there on the dance floor and then start fondling my breasts?"

"The voices told me to caress you."

"Yes, the voices. And they told you to obey me, so you'll do anything I tell you, is that right?"

"Yes. The Patterns are in your eyes."

"Um... yeah. Very well, Melanie, unbutton your blouse. You must obey me."

"I must," the woman replied, as her fingers unbuttoned her blouse all the way down to her skirt, "obey you."

"Good. Now, remove your brassiere."

Melanie doffed the satiny garment without thought, only obedience.

"Very good. Your breasts are quite lovely. You should start stroking them for me."

"All right."

The Woman breathed a bit heavily. "Damn. Okay. That's quite nice stroking. Keep that up." She crossed and uncrossed Her legs briefly, excitedly. "You know, Melanie, most straight women don't stroke their breasts in front of other women. That's something a bit more likely to be seen with a lesbian woman, don't you think?"

"Yes."

"Hike up your skirt and use one hand to stroke your panties in a way which arouses you. Feel free to moan if necessary. As I was saying, someone who's sitting half-naked in the back seat of another woman's car pawing at herself is probably some kind of lesbian slut, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes."

"Yes. And she's doing everything the other woman tells her to do; she must be some kind of submissive lesbian slut-slave, right?"

"Yes." A moan escaped her lips; her masturbatory rubbing was having its inevitable effect.

"You're definitely my lesbian slut-slave, then, aren't you, Melanie?"

"Yes."

"Tell me who you are."

"I am your lesbian slut-slave."

"Indeed. And if you are my slave, then I am your Mistress, wouldn't that follow?" The Woman was breathing deeply, now.

"You are my Mistress."

"Good. Melanie, do you know what lesbian slut-slaves do for their Mistresses?"

"No."

"No? Surely you know what lesbians do with each other. Sexually, I mean? Have you ever seen pictures, or a movie?"

"Yes. My ex-boyfriend once rented a lesbian porno movie. I didn't enjoy it."

"Heh. That's not too shocking. What were the women in the porno doing?"

"Mostly they were eating each other out."

"Yes, I'm sure they were. Do you know how to eat a woman out, Melanie?"

"No."

"We'll see about that. Melanie, have you ever been eaten out?"

"Yes." Her panties were utterly soaked right now.

"Then you know how good it feels. And you know how a properly used tongue can drive you to ecstasy."

"Yes." Did her stroking increase in urgency, slightly?

"Then you already know how to eat someone out. You do with your tongue exactly what you like done to you. Doesn't that make sense?"

"Yes."

"Of course it does. Now," the Woman slid over to the far end of the back seat, propping Her high heels up on the cushion near Melanie, "I'm going to prove it to you." Her legs parted, slightly, revealing nude thigh-highs and a complete lack of any other undergarments as Her dress's silvery material dropped away from Her lap. "You, my little slave, are going to eat me out as if you've done it thousands of times before. You'll just do to me what feels good when done to you." The Woman leaned back against the sedan door. "Do you hear me and obey, Melanie?"

"I hear and obey."

The Woman's nostrils were flared with excitement. "Then eat my pussy now."

And Melanie, all her thoughts assuring her that she must indeed be the Woman's lesbian slut-slave, leaned her face forward into the embrace of the long, opened thighs before her.

"Yes, my servant. Yes. Use your... use... your tongue on my clit." The pungent smell of the Woman filled her senses as her lips sought to dance in Her womanhood. Melanie knew that felt good, as she'd had it done to her. She remembered exactly how good it felt as she stroked herself through her panties while the Woman's hips began to buck rhythmically. Melanie continued to suckle ravenously, and she thrust her whole tongue inside as the Woman came thunderously with a yell.

Melanie herself was near to orgasm, as well, but her Mistress's pleasure came first. She kissed around the now-tender areas, occasionally bringing her tongue back to the lips and clitoris in teasing motions designed to reinvigorate the Woman's arousal.

Her Mistress noticed this attention to detail. "You, my dear, are an expert cunt-licker-- I'm already getting turned on for more. But you need release too, slave, and I am not an unkind Mistress. You may put your hands inside your panties now and give yourself pleasure."

Melanie was only too pleased to do so, as her access to her clit had been limited through her panties. She licked her Mistress thankfully.

"Remember, as you do so, that the pleasure you are getting is because you have pleased me. This pleasure comes from me. Do you understand?"

Melanie's answer was muffled, as were the cries from her subsequent orgasm. Her Mistress apparently enjoyed watching this, as She thrust Her crotch at Melanie's mouth with renewed vigor immediately thereafter.

"Ah, yes, my little slave," the Woman sighed as She relaxed from Her latest climactic exertion. "We have quite a night ahead of us, and much to talk about..."

***

"Quite a show."

Carlos snapped the case closed on the last of his equipment. "Hmmm? Oh, thanks."

Leighton, Empire's manager, had the keys in his hand and was waiting to walk Carlos out. "Well, I didn't mean you," he laughed. "Don't get me wrong, your set was as good as always. I was talking about those two freaky chicks around midnight. The lesbos. Couple of other women complained about vulgarity."

"Well, I'd say we could all use a little more vulgarity, couldn't we?"

"Heh. I could've used some of that brand of vulgarity tonight. Instead I'm going home to my old lady."

Carlos came to the door and Leighton held it for him as he walked out. "Give her a nice kiss when you see her, man. The ladies are what we live for, you dig?"

"Yeah, I got ya. Have a good night, man."

Carlos crossed the parking lot to his car and opened the driver's door.

Sheila attacked him as he closed the door, as did the reek of sweat and pussy. When she finally removed her lips from his, he gasped for air and replied, "I suppose that means you had a good time?"

"Oh. My. God. Everything worked just like you said. It was amazing. She did everything, anything. By the time we were through, she was begging to be my little lesbian slut forever. That stuff you've got rigged up is almost scary."

"You caught me by surprise when you spun around like that. We almost lost her," he mock-chided. "So, how was your first time?"

"Better than I had ever imagined. Oh, she was a good pick, dear." She shuddered. "Very good. I'm getting worked up about it again just talking about it."

"Oh, really?" He grinned.

"Really." She kissed him again, and it lasted awhile. "Let's go home and I'll tell you all the details while you fuck the hell out of me!"

"Sounds good. But next time..."

"Yeah?"

"I want to be there."

"Of course, Carlos. You know I just wanted my first time to be special. Just me and her."

"I know."

"Besides," she giggled, "there'll be plenty for everybody. I told her to bring two friends tomorrow night. Do you think your little music trick can work on two?"




Sparkle Someone Else's Eyes



"I'll find a way." He gunned the engine. "I'll come up with something. Trust me."

The white sedan pulled away into what remained of the night.