4 comments/ 48494 views/ 1 favorites Birthday Pleasures Ch. 02 By: PetronellaV Journal entry December 25 2345 11:58:05 You have me weeping again, my dear sweet Nella. I sit here in my office just before the stroke of midnight writing in this journal. My sixtieth birthday has come and gone, and what a birthday it was. I'll never forget this day. The day began with you kissing me. At first I felt only a gentle touching of lips on lips. Then your tongue darting out and pecking at the place where my lips came together. I opened to you and for a few moments your tongue caressed the inner surfaces of my mouth. My cock twitched and raised its head. I returned your sweet kiss, pushing my tongue into your waiting mouth, and you sucked on it as if it were a small cock. After a few moments of this you released your hold and moved away from me. "Good Morning, Daddy," you said. "How about we go and have our morning shower? I've a special birthday surprise for you." Both ends of the large shower had been activated: at the one end a fall of water flowed down onto a faux stone ledge, and at the other end water rained down from the ceiling. You pushed me under the rain, and when I was fully wet, rubbed me all over with a musky smelling liquid, which turned to a rich white foam as you kept rubbing. My cock twitched and rose a little higher when your gentle hands massaged it with the foam. "Side spray, please, Jones," you said, and suddenly we were pummeled by a hard spray of water from the sides of the shower. The foam sluiced away leaving behind a subtle aroma of musk. "Left shower off, please." Before the spray stopped you moved me to the other end of the shower and pushed me down to the ledge under the flow of warm water. Raising my face you kissed my brow and then went down on your knees between my legs. My legs jumped and trembled violently when your tongue stroked up my long shaft, leaving a trail of tingling fire behind. Do you remember, sweetie, how I moaned when you wrapped your luscious mouth around the swollen head of my cock? How my feet beat a tattoo on the shower's tiled floor when your tongue swirled and danced over that most sensitive area under the head. For a long time you concentrated on the glans of my cock, licking and sucking, drinking in my pre-cum. And then, aah, sweetie, you swallowed all of me down into your wonderful hot tight throat. My legs turned into lengths of elastic and a shudder passed over the rest of my body. Tingling pressure built at the base of my cock. I groaned in disappointment when you let me slide out of your warmth. Seconds later I groaned in utter bliss as you blew puffs of breath along the length of my rod, and poked your tongue into the slit, lapping up the juice oozing out. You swallowed me again and fucked me with your mouth and throat until I came with a wailing cry of ecstasy, and spurted my come down your gullet. "Was that good, Daddy?" you asked me after my limp cock slipped out of your mouth. "Did you enjoy that?" "You know I did, sweetie," I whispered. "How did you learn to deep throat?" "I practiced with a dildo. I had Jones find me one that was almost exactly your size. Your cock was a lot nicer to swallow than that dildo, Daddy." We fell against each other giggling like a pair of young kids. Somehow we ended up kissing with the water pouring over us both. I won't go into detail as to how I pleasured you with my hands and my lips until you reached one of your shuddering orgasms. I spent the morning working in my office, while you worked in the conservatory. Lunch was served in the dining room and consisted of broiled chicken breasts and a mixed salad. A covered tray standing off to the side kept drawing my eye while I ate. "I see you're curious about the tray, Daddy," you said, giving me a smile that told me a wonderful secret awaited. "It's part of your birthday present. I know you'll like it very much." "Will I now?" I reached for the tray, and you pushed my hand away. "Not yet, Daddy, you have to wait until after lunch." "Ah, so you have a special dessert waiting under that lid?" "You could say so." Things became interesting, for as you nibbled on your salad, my sweet Nella, you unbuttoned your blouse letting it fall open revealing those lovely breasts of yours. Then your hands moved down and I could tell you were loosening your skirt. My cock twitched in expectation of good things to come. We finished eating and the server-bots cleared the dishes from the table. I ran my tongue over my lips when you arched your back bringing your breasts up toward me. A pleasurable ache settled in behind my ersatz balls. You stood up, letting the skirt slide down to the floor, and stepping out of it, stood before me clad only in the filmy white blouse. My rod pressed hard against the material of my trousers. A tiny smile played over your lips as you came over to me and opening my pants set my cock free. You stroked the bulbous head with a single finger. "I have such a nice surprise for your big friend, Daddy," you said, reaching over and sliding the covered tray in front of me. "Lift up the lid and see." I did as you requested and lifted the silver lid and placed it off to the side. On the tray stood a crystal dish filled with a thick blue gel, and in front of it lay a white envelope with my name written on it in your fine hand. I opened the envelope and pulled out a card, which had a picture of a perfectly rounded pink female butt on it. I turned the card over. In gold letters it said: you are invited to enjoy the pleasure of one butt fuck, from your loving daughter, Nella. I burst into tears. "Oh, Daddy, you're such an old softy," you said, stroking my cheek. "I love you so much for being just as you are. Now, I'm going to bend over the table and tell you what to do. You don't mind, do you Daddy?" "Anything you like to do is fine with me, sweetheart." Still wearing the loose blouse you bent over the table, spreading your legs wide and revealing the dark pink puckered hole between your alabaster cheeks. A long hissing sigh escaped me and my cock grew bigger and harder. "Daddy, I want you to coat one of your forefingers in the lube, and then caress around my anus. With your other hand I would like you to reach under me and stroke my slit." Dipping the forefinger of my right hand in the thick slippery gel, I gently stroked over the surface of your quivering anus, and with my left hand I stroked the length of your hot damp slit. I felt my cock press up against my lower belly. "Now, Daddy, I want you to put more lube on your finger and slowly push it into my ass, and at the same time push a finger into my pussy. Once you have your fingers inside me count to ten and then finger fuck me in both holes for a few strokes." I did as you instructed, and as you moved your hips back and forth under the ministrations of my fingers, I feared I would shoot my load right then. I moaned to let you know of my need. "Just one more thing and then I'll be ready for your cock, sweet Daddy. Lube up two fingers and put them inside my rectum. Run them around my anus to stretch it open. After that you can lube up your cock and very carefully push it into my ass." Again I used my fingers as per instructions. From your moans my manipulations of your clit had you close to coming, and your hand took the place of mine when I took it away to lube up my cock. The head of my cock slipped inside your ass quite easily to my surprise. I held still and relished the feelings of your anus pressing on my most sensitive spot. Groaning I pushed inside you inch by inch until all of me was buried in your hot bowels. The lump of tingling fire settled in at the base of my belly, and I moaned when you wiggled your sweet ass sending a pleasurable shiver up my spine. I fear I did not last long inside your tight ass, for with every stroke I felt your tight hole squeezing my cock and tugging the skin back and forth. I came on the third thrust and you cried out that you could feel my hot semen spurting against the walls of your rectum. Even as you cried out, sweet Nella, you came and your anus clamping and unclamping on my cock almost had me coming again. Laying along your lovely smooth back I waited for my rod to slip out of your beautiful ass. I wished I could stay in there forever as the heat and the tightness felt so very good. But at last I pulled away from you and my long shaft popped out. One of the server-bots brought a bowl of warm water and two cloths. You washed my cock with one cloth and dried it with the other before putting it back in my trousers. "Did you enjoy that, Daddy?" you asked, as you straightened my clothes. "Very much, sweetie," I said. "You're so good to your old man. I have to go back to work until dinner, okay? I've got a big acquisition deal in the works." I kissed you. "I wish the business interested you a bit more than it does, Nella, sweetie. I guess we're not as alike as I thought; you have a very different personality." "I try to show interest, Daddy," you said. "But all that business stuff seems to be beyond me. Every time I make an attempt to make sense of it, my head feels as if it is stuffed with cotton wool instead of brains." "Don't you go putting yourself down, sweetheart. You're an intelligent woman and you have a marvelous imagination." "Thank you, Daddy. Now go to work." You pushed me in the direction of the office wing. "I have things to do in the conservatory." Later in the afternoon, the blended aromas of frying meat, onions, celery, carrots and mushrooms wafted in through the open door of my office and caressed my nostrils. I worked on with the delicious odor of simmering stew filling my nose and feeding my increasing hunger. Rosy light filled the office when you came to tell me supper was close to ready. "Why don't you take a quick shower, and put on the clothes I've laid out for you. I'll have the stew ready for serving by the time you finish." The clothes you've put out for me looked familiar, but I could not recall when I had worn that particular outfit last. I pulled on the dark green trousers, adjusting my cock so it hung straight in the crotch. Like you, my dear Nella, I never wore underclothing. A lighter green cashmere pullover completed the ensemble. I ran a comb through my hair and after a final glance in the mirror, I left my dressing room. Blue earthenware bowls with matching blue bread plates sat on white placemats. The stewpot stood on a black iron trivet and a long handled ladle lay along side. I smelled the aroma of fresh baked bread coming from the covered basket standing to the left of the pot. I took my place at the head of the table, and noticed the small silver box set at one corner of the placemat for the first time. I picked it up. "Is this for me, sweetie?" "Yes, it is, Daddy. But I want to eat first before you open it." I put the box down. You filled my bowl with a generous helping of the stew and placed a large chunk of still steaming bread on the small plate. Then you served yourself, and we set to in silence. I'll not say much about the meal, except that it was delicious. When I finished the last spoonful of creamy raspberry fool, I picked up the small silver box again. "May I open it now, sweetie?" "You may." I snapped up the lid. Inside on green velvet lay a miniature silver belt. I looked at you, and then at the tiny silver belt again. You smiled. "It's for your cock, Daddy. Like a cock ring. Only this is easier to put on and take off." You hauled me to my feet, and ran your hands over the front of my trousers, which formed a tent with my hardening cock as the center pole. Slender fingers worked buttons through holes setting my penis free. You took the device out of the box. "Let's see how it looks on you." Opening the loop wider you slipped it over the head of my cock and down to the bottom of the shaft. I moaned when you tightened the loop. "It looks beautiful on you, Daddy. I'll take it off, for we'll be making good use of this later on." You loosened the thing, took it off me, and put it back in its box. You closed my trousers and straightened my pullover. Taking my arm you led me into the living room and had me sit on the couch. "You stay right here until I call you. Don't you dare come and sneak a peek at what I'm doing. Jones is keeping an eye on you and he'll warn me if you move toward the bedrooms." You took the small box with you. "Miss Nella is ready for you," said Jones. It seemed as if I had been waiting for an eternity. I rushed up the five steps leading to the bedroom wing, stumbling over the last step and going down to my knees. Getting to my feet again, I continued my rush to the open door of the bedroom, where I halted in the doorway. My breath caught in my throat and a lump formed in my chest when my eyes took in the beauty of you lying on the bed with a big red bow between your legs. I remembered another time when I had seen you in the same pose; the time you gave your virginity to me. My eyes filled with tears turning you into a ghostly glowing figure, and for a moment I could not believe you were real. "Happy birthday, Daddy," you said. "Come over here and unwrap your present." I walked over to the bed on trembling legs, and lifted the large velvet bow from your body. Rosy pink pussy lips as smooth and bare as on the day you were decanted from the A-womb revealed themselves to me. Drops of fluid oozed from the slit between your labia. I reached out a hand and touched your pussy. I felt no hint of stubble. "I had Doc Jonas do a permanent hair removal," you said. "I'll be as smooth as a little girl for you, Daddy, for the rest of our lives." My heart leapt into my throat and fluttered there like a bird trying to escape a cage. Did you know? Did you know where I went those times I was away because of your menses? Did you know about the little girls? The dark haired, dark eyed copper skinned girls? The rosy pink golden haired girls? Did you know? Did you know I followed them around and watched them in the playgrounds? Did you know I wanked off in my office while gazing at pictures of naked little girls? "let me undress you, Daddy." In moments I stand naked before you with my erect cock pointing at the ceiling. Tingling shocks of pleasure pass through it when you wrap your slender fingers around my shaft and give a few firm upward strokes. I felt my cock grow even harder. You brought out the tiny box and lifting the lid took out the miniature silver belt. Opening the loop you slid it down to the base of my cock and pulled it tight. The sensation of it partook of both pleasure and pain, and became a blending of both after a while. Taking hold of my shoulders, you made me look you straight in the eyes. "Listen up, Daddy, this night is for you and only you. All pleasure shall be given to you. None will be given to me, except for what might occur naturally in the course of events. Understand, Daddy?" "Yes," I whispered. "One more thing. My mouth and my ass are forbidden to you. This morning I pleasured you with my mouth, and this afternoon I gave you bliss with my ass. Now is the time for my pussy and only my pussy." You lay back and spread your legs wide showing me your glistening swollen inner lips and the pink nub of your clit. "Come and put your beautiful big cock in me, my sweet Daddy." I mounted you in one hard thrust. Once inside the heat and the pressure of you, I held my cock still and stretched out on top of you. I needed to feel all of you pressed against me. As the minutes passed I felt us become one being with one heartbeat, one breath, and one burning lump of incipient ecstasy. You, me, us, we no longer existed. Only a new I existed. One being, male and female in one. I wished in that eternal moment I could make a child with you. Time as measured by human made clocks ticked on, and I raised up away from your body. I pulled my hard cock out of you, and we became two separate people again. I squatted between your splayed legs with my own legs spread wide in emulation. The purple head of my cock looked up at me with its single blind eye, and swayed in time with my heartbeat. I turned my gaze on the place between your long legs and took in the fluid dripping hole marking the place where my cock had filled you and imprinted its size and shape on your flesh. I waited and watched. In little time the hole grew smaller and both inner and outer lips closed up leaving only a slit between them. I scooted forward until I was close enough to push my cock inside you, while at the same time being in such a position to see it go in. Holding my cock with my hand, I pushed in only the head. The way your flesh opened to it and molded around my intrusion fascinated me. I pushed my cock in another inch, and another until half of me was buried inside you. I moaned with pleasure. Your flesh clasped me a snug and tight as a glove. Using my hand I rubbed my cock within the tube of your distended vagina. My moans and groans became louder as the feelings of tingling, fiery pleasure in and around my cock grew in intensity. Your flesh moved in rhythm with the motion of my cock as if it were breathing my rod in and out. Pressure built at the base of my cock. Pain and pleasure battled each other for supremacy. I needed to come, but the little silver belt at the base of my rod prevented me from reaching climax. I reached for it and tried to loosen it. Nothing happened. If anything, it seemed to fit even more snuggly around the base of my penis. I pulled out of you and waited for the sensation of urgency to abate to a tolerable level. You smiled at me. "Soon, Daddy, soon I'll let you come." You moaned. "Take me, dear Daddy, pound into me hard with your monster cock." You let out a little laugh. "I'm afraid I'm not very good with the nasty talk. What I want is for you to fuck me so hard that we both end up screaming at each other to stop. Then I'll take the little belt off and let you come." I rammed into you and pistoned in and out like a fucking machine gone mad. Your body shook with the force of my thrusts. Sweat covered my body and I panted like a runner who has just finished a race. The pressure at the base of my cock built, first to increasingly pleasurable levels, and then to more and more painful levels. In spite of my discomfort I kept on ramming the head of my cock against your cervix. "Please!" Our two voices sounded as one. "Please stop! Please let me come!" You reached between us and removed the little silver belt from my cock. My cock exploded. My body exploded. My head exploded. For an eternity I no longer existed. Pain transformed into intense pleasure, the sensations of which went beyond words to describe them. Ecstasy so keen that I fainted. I shall remember this day for the rest of my life, and I hope you will too, my sweet beautiful Nella. Birthday Pleasures Ch. 03 Note: These Birthday Pleasures pieces are excerpts from a novel and not really chapters in an ongoing story. The two characters in each piece are the father, Cicero, and the daughter, Nella. * Nella's Eighteenth Birthday: October 12 2343 I woke to the feel of something velvety soft tickling my nose, and breathed in the lovely aroma of a rose. I opened my eyes to see father smiling down at me. "Happy birthday, sweetie," he said, holding up a perfect pink rosebud. "You're eighteen and an adult today, and I have some wonderful plans for you... beginning with this." He caressed my face with the rosebud, then slowly moved it along my neck and down to my breasts. He drew the soft petals over my nipples, and the delicate touch made me shiver. Father fastened his lips over one nipple, and moaned as it hardened in his mouth. After a while, he turned his attention to the other nipple, and I groaned as he sucked until it firmed in his mouth. A pleasant tingle formed deep in my belly as father flicked the rosebud against my tender nipples. I felt wetness ooze between my legs. Father stroked the rosebud down my middle, along my legs, around my feet, and upward along the inner leg, until it touched the outer labia of my damp pussy. He caressed my labia with the rosebud, and they opened under its velvet touch. As he drew the flower along my slit, my toes curled upward. The tingle in my belly seemed ready to explode through my body. Father parted my labia, laying bare my hidden places, and gently touched the rosebud on my own pink bud. He stroked, flicked, caressed, feathered, and danced the flower over my clit, until I cried out as the tingling ball exploded into shards of pleasure, and my orgasm flowed over me like a tsunami. Flushed with the rosy glow and the heat of sex, I took the rosebud from father. He sat back against the pillows at the head of the bed. I kissed him, letting my tongue taste the special flavor of him, and slid the rosebud down his body. I moved the bud up to my lips, kissed it and touched it feather light to father's glistening glans. He moaned ever so softly. I stroked the soft petals down along his hard shaft, over and around his balls, and up to the bulbous head. I stroked his hard shaft with my hand and the rosebud until he came with a loud grunt and his cum spewed out over the flower. He smiled at me as I wiped the rosebud clean on my inner labia. "Stay here," he said. "I have another surprise for you." He lightly touched his lips to mine, and ran into my dressing room. After a while, I heard water running and father singing an aria from one of his favorite operas. I loved to listen to him sing for he had a beautiful voice. His voice fell silent, and he walked back into the room, his half erect cock leading the way. I grew wet again. He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. Oh, daddy, how beautiful!" I sighed when I saw the rose petals floating on the steaming water in the sunken stone tub. Father lowered me into the lovely hot water filling the large stone tub. I floated among the aroma of roses and the soft touches of the petals. Liquid soap and shampoo stood ready on the broad rim of the tub. Father sat on the edge of the tub behind my head, and worked the shampoo into my hair. He used a brass ewer to rinse the lathered up shampoo out of my dark red tresses. I stood up and he massaged my body with the spicy smelling liquid soap. He slid down into the water with me as I rinsed myself off. I laughed as father pushed me against the edge of the tub, parted my legs and thrust into me. I reached down and fingered my clit, while he pounded hard into my pussy. In moments we both shuddered in climax, and collapsed into the water. We had been doing the Morning Bath Time Quickie, as I called it, ever since I was ten years old. For me it always was the best time of the day. Father lifted me out of the tub. Hand in hand, we walked into the shower, where we washed off soap residue and rose petals. He laughed as he took one of the hand-sprayers, set it on cool and sprayed me. I screamed when the much colder water hit me. I tried to wrestle the sprayer away from him with little success. I did manage to point the spray of cool water at his cock and balls for a moment, making him yelp and dance away from me. He sprayed my pussy with the cold liquid in retaliation. "Off," I said to the shower, and the water trickled down to nothing. "I think it is time we got dressed, daddy dear." I pushed him out of the shower. "You have work to do, and I have two exams to write. After that we can have as much fun as we like." I slapped his tight butt. In my dressing room, the birthday dress hung ready foor me to put on. "Oh, it's so pretty!" I said when my eyes lit on it. "Thank you, daddy! I love it." Father went to his own dressing room to dress for company was coming in the afternoon for high tea. I dried myself with one of the thick warm towels, and took the dress from its hanger and put it on. The dress was soft white cotton that fit snug down to my waist, and then flared out into a wide skirt stopping just below the knees. Embroidered along the neckline were tiny pink rosebuds, and the hem was graced with full-blown pink roses. A belt of barely opened pink cloisonné roses with a gold clasp went around my waist. I twirled around in front of the mirror. "Nella, you are the loveliest young woman in the whole world," said father, holding out a small pink box. "I think this will complete the outfit." I took the box from him and opened it: inside lay two tiny roses with sparkling centers. I picked one up. Attached to the back was the tiny limpet that would stick the earring to my earlobe. Father took the earrings and held them against my lobes. In a moment I felt the odd sensation of the limpets taking hold. The earrings looked lovely against the dark red of my hair. "Thank you, Daddy, I love them," I said, kissing his lips. "I love you. You're the best daddy in the world." "And you're the best daughter in the world, sweet Nella," he said, his eyes glowing with love. "I can't believe you're now a grown woman. I hoped this day would never come, sweetie. I don't want to lose my little girl." I kissed him again. "I'll always be your little girl, Daddy. I promise." At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jones announced father expected me in the living room for high tea. Father sat on the large leather couch and on tthe coffee table silver trays stood ready with tiny sandwiches, pastries, marzipan fruits, chocolate dipped fruit, and chocolates. On a tray in front of him stood a teapot covered with a cozy, the spout steaming, a pitcher of milk, a bowl of sugar, and two fine china cups and saucers. On the floor at the far end of the coffee table stood a large box. I sat down on the couch beside him. "This all looks so beautiful, Daddy," I said, a smile of happiness playing over my face. "It makes me feel so grown up to be having high tea with you." "Milk?" Father asked pouring the steaming golden-red liquid from the pot into one of the cups. "Sugar?" "Just a tiny bit of sugar, Daddy, and no milk, please," I said. He sprinkled a small amount of sugar over the tea, stirred it in, and handed the cup and saucer to me. I put it down on the table to let the hot tea cool before drinking it. Ever since taking a drink directly from a teapot when I was four years old I had been unable to drink or eat anything hot. While waiting for my tea to cool, I sampled the food and eyed the mysterious box. Father smiled when he saw my gaze go to the box. I drank my tea in tiny sips, holding the cup by the handle with my pinkie extended like a proper young lady. Father emptied his cup in one gulp and plunked it down hard on the tray. When I put my cup down beside his, he rose to his feet and held out his hand to me. "Would you like to dance, sweet Nella?" I took father's hand, and he pulled me to my feet. "I'd love to dance," I said. "Can we dance the Promenade? I think that's such a beautiful dance." "Of course we can, sweetie," father said, leading me out into the open area of the room. "Music, if you please, Jones." A trumpet overture began the music for one of the formal promenade dances that had become a craze with all people. The sound of a drum beating out a slow, stately cadence began as the trumpet fell silent. I reached out my arm and barely touching father's fingers, moved forward with toes pointed. We stopped our forward motion as the music of an oboe, flute, and lute played counterpoint to the beat of the drum. I circumambulated father with slow stately steps. I stood in place and he orbited around me. The oboe, lute and flute fell silent and we moved on to the beat of the drum, repeating the circular walks around each other whenever the other instruments joined in, until we made a complete circle of the open space. After that the music of a waltz started playing; father and I whirled around the room, bodies closely entwined. I felt his hard-on press against me through my dress. Placing my hand on his firm butt I pulled him closer against me and proceeded to rub myself on the cloth covered knob of his hard shaft. The music continued its movement, but we did not. Father and I stood in the middle of our large livingroom and furiously dry humped each other. I gasped loudly as the tingling between my legs reached a crescendo and exploded into a million shards of pleasure. Father thrust a few more times, groaned and jerked and jittered against me. I felt the wetness of his come even through my gown. Afterward we stripped down to the skin and went back to the couch. I eyed the box, hoping I would find out what was in it. "Would you like another cup of tea, sweetie?" father said, holding the teapot over my cup. "It's still warm enough for you." "Daddy, stop teasing me," I said. " I don't want tea or anything else. I want to know what's in that big box." "Do you now?" He gave me a sly grin. "Who says there's something in that box for you?" Father went over to the box and lifted the top off. He reached inside and pulled out two long narrow boxes, a silver metal platform, and yet another box. He put the platform on top of the coffee table. Three raised rounded buttons decorated the side facing me. Father opened one of the boxes and took out a bed and placed it on the platform. I leaned forward fascinated by the bed a little over a foot long, covered with a emerald quilt, and a mass of climbing pink roses along the headend and one side. I gasped when father opened one of the long boxes and I saw the female doll inside. It looked exactly like me: with the alabaster skin, dark red shoulder-length curls, slender body and long legs, small breasts, pert rounded butt, red curls on the mons venus of its miniature pussy, and an oval face with green, blue, grey striated eyes, a narrow nose and a wide mouth. Father laid the doll on the bed and covered it with the quilt. Its eyes were closed revealing long dark lashes that shadowed its upper cheeks. The other long box held a doll in the image of father. It was dressed in dark green tights with a brown leather codpiece, a waist-length emerald green jacket decorated with tiny seed pearls, a cape and knee high boots. Father placed this doll at the foot end of the bed. "Go ahead and press the button on the left," said father, sitting down beside me with a large grin on his face. "The girl is Beauty and the man is Prince Charming." "Like in the Sleeping Beauty," I said. I pressed the button and watched the tableau before me. A soft hum came from the metal platform. Then the Prince Charming doll untied its cape and let it fall. He stepped over the the right side of the bed and gently stroked the Sleeping Beauty doll's face. The Prince doll tugged at the quilt covering Beauty and it came off revealing her loveliness. He reached down and englobed her breasts with his hands, kneading them, pinching the nipples. She stirred like someone deep asleep who cannot wake. The Prince sat down on the bed at Beauty's side and suckled on her pretty tits while his hands roved her body. I laughed in delight when the Prince doll put its hand on the mound of the Beauty doll and opened her up. Her pussy surprised me with its realism. His head went down between her legs and a tiny pink tongue licked her slit and circled her tiny clit until she came with a gasp and a shudder. The Prince opened his codpiece revealing a sizable erection. Spreading Beauty's legs wide he entered her, and thrust with long strokes in and out of her. I laughed as the Prince doll came most realistically and Beauty's eyes opened at the same moment. "What a delightful gift, Daddy," I said, throwing my arms about his neck and raining kisses all over father's face. "Do you think we could play Sleeping Beauty one of these days? You know how much I like to play out our fantasies." "Anything you like, sweetie," said father. "But first I'd like another dance with my beautiful daughter. Waltz, please, Jones." The opening notes of the Blue Danube filled the room as he stood and pulled me into his arms. We waltzed until darkness filled the windows. I collapsed on the couch. Father ordered a light evening repast and when the server-bots brought it in, we fell too as if we had not eaten all day. "I have one more surprise for you, Nella, my sweet. You must wait here until I call you." Father went up the steps into the bedroom wing. I sat on the couch waiting. It seemed to take a long time for him to get the surprise ready. I wondered what it could be. "Can I come yet?" I called out, stepping out of the way of a bot moving a chair back into its rightful place. "I'm all ready for you," father called from our bedroom. "I think you'll love the surprise I have for you, Nella, my sweetie." Father waited for me, still nude and partially erect. My pussy quivered and fluid leaked down my inner thighs at the sight of him. He was such a handsome man in all ways. "Where's my surprise, Daddy," I said, bending down and looking under the bed. "I can't see anything under there. Is it hidden in one of our dressing rooms? Where, Daddy, where?" Father pulled out a green silk scarf and coming up behind me tied it around my eyes. He guided me to our shower, and positioned me in front of him. I felt his hard cock pushing on my butt, and rotated against the solid shaft. Father groaned. He reached around, opened my outer labia, so that my inner parts were exposed, and ordered the water on. I laughed in delight as the first of the pulsed water jets hit my clitoris. The pulses of water varied in duration, and gave the sensation of being licked by a watery tongue. My orgasm at the water's touch was the most protracted I ever had. It went on for what seemed like forever, and at the end I collapsed into father's arms. Father ordered the water off and helped me out of the shower. He removed the blindfold, wrapped me in a thick heated towel, and carried me into the bedroom. I felt so very loved. Still enervated from that powerful orgasm, I curled up on my side and closed my eyes. Father spooned against me, and his eager cock nosed its way into my tired but still eager pussy. He moved in and out with languid strokes and I loved how he filled me, emptied me, filled me. I moaned in pleasure when his fingers lit on my burning clit and caressed it with a feather touch. Shocks of pleasure shot into my arms and legs making the ends of my fingers and toes tingle. Father tugged gently on my clit and that was enough to set me off; I bucked hard against father's hand, and my inner muscles fluttered against his cock buried inside me. He groaned loudly and I felt his cock jerk in rhythm with my own pulsations as he filled me with his come. Father's cock stayed partly hard and its size kept him buried inside me. Locked together in that way, we drifted into sleep. Such a lovely ending to my eighteenth birthday.