A Night Together
"Eileen was insatiable," Paul said and ejected the finished DVD. "After this, she fucked each of us off camera. And she was only seven. She was incredible."
"What is she doing now?" I asked. "Do you know?"
"Actually, I do. She's a teacher at our local school." Paul smiled. "And I've heard that she does some extra-curricular teaching of sex-ed. She's very valued ... by the students, at least. She's married to Alan Dunbar, a very young investment banker, who is a multi-millionaire. They've got six children and according to Eileen, Alan isn't the father of any of them — her students are. And it is very credible as the children seem to be all different ethnic mixes. Alan is white and Eileen, as you saw, is white, yet the children vary from mixed Asian to all black, but Alan doesn't care. He seems to encourage her activities with the students and is reported to sometimes watch while it is going on. Nice couple, really."
"Absolutely incredible," I said and yawned. "I'd better go back home to get some sleep." I started to help clean up our mess.
"No, you're not," Paul said sternly.
"But ..." I started.
"I'm sure that Joe would kill me in the morning, if you don't sleep in her room."
We quickly finished cleaning.
"Look," he said and dragged me upstairs to a bathroom. "Here's a fresh toothbrush and everything else is in Joe's bathroom." He pushed me out the door towards her room. "Now scoot."
"Goodnight Paul."
"Goodnight Kurt."
I pushed the door open and stopped short. Josephine was sleeping on her side, the quilt tossed on the floor. She didn't wear any nightclothes and was a sight for sore eyes. She was breathing regularly and looked absolutely smashing. My heart soared at the sight and I felt quite happy being part of her life.
"She looks so sexy, doesn't she?" Paul said next to me. He had sneaked up on me as I stood in the door opening. "I know it's wrong, but I can't help getting aroused when I see her naked, she just reminds me so much of her mother."
"I do understand you," I said, looking at my erection that had sprouted in the short time I had watched her. "If Josephine grows up looking like her, she will be the envy of everybody. And she
is quite sexy ... actually, she's the best." I shook my head. "I've never felt like this before and I just can't fathom that she's only ten."
"I know. But you need your sleep, so just get ready and go to bed."
"OK, Paul. I'm on my way."
I plodded into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth, had a wee and a shower. I went back to the bed and snuggled up behind Josephine holding around her.
"Mmmm," she mumbled in her sleep and leaned into me more. My erection lay against her back and I was so tense, I couldn't sleep properly. She moved her bum slightly and turned her head. "Oh hi, Panth," she said sleepily. "I hoped you'd sleep over." She moved her hand round to my dick. "And you seem all primed and ready for some action."
She moved her bum a little forward, guided my dick between her legs. It slid nicely up and lay across her hot ginny, sticking out the front. I couldn't help myself, I started humping backwards and forwards while caressing her breasts with one hand. She let her fingers caress my sticking out dick and the feeling was absolutely bliss.
"Oh blimey, Princess!" I moaned. "You're the hottest baby on this planet. You're so hot you almost burns my dick off."
"Oh Panth, Panth, Panth!" she moaned and moved in time with me, making our indirect lovemaking even more intense. "I can't wait until I'm ready to take you." She moved a finger around the head of my dick. "I can't wait for you to fill my ginny with you hard, black dick. I can't wait to feel your hot sperm fill my ginny. I can't wait for us to melt into one to make us inseparable."
"And I can't wait to stuff your tiny ginny with my hard dick. I can't wait to feel you expand as I press it deep into you. I can't wait to spray your womb with my white sperm, to start the race towards your fallopian tubes."
Josephine began to moan loudly now. And she was wet. Really wet. I could feel how my dick was inundated with her juices, how she moved against me harder and harder. She was horny, my little Princess.
"I ... I feel hot ... and tingly ... and loving ... and ... Ahhhhhh ... Uhhhhhh!"
She came.
"That's the best feeling ever!" she cried and I came.
I sprayed on her hands and all over the bed and down on the floor. Despite having had eight orgasms already, I was still able to spray everywhere.
"Josephine, My Precious Princess," I cried loudly. "I love you more than anything in the Universe and I want to be with you forever."
"Panth, My Lovely Prince," she cried back. "My burning love for you makes the sun look cold. This is the most powerful feeling I have ever experienced."
She turned around to face me and we just lay there, holding each other, kissing and breathing hard. I couldn't get it through my head that she was only ten. She was my partner now, that's for sure.
After a while she whispered, "I have to go to the loo," and started to unravel herself.
"Me too," I said, relieved that I could go now.
We went out in the toilet and first she sat down and did her weeing. When she was finished wiping herself, I sat down and weed too. All finished, hands washed and a fresh sheet in hand, we returned to the bed. While she cleaned the sperm off the floor, I changed the sheet and cleaned the goo off the bed. That done, we returned again, this time to sleep. Ah well, sort of sleep. I couldn't help myself, I just had to caress her at every possibility and she caressed me back, making us sleep in short fits.
In the morning, when we managed to get up, we looked a bit bleary eyed and went into the den to find Paul asleep in a chair. Naked. With an erection.
"Wow, Dad is big," Josephine said. "But not as big as you, Panth." She patted my dick. "You're bigger than him now, even though he's got a stiffie and you haven't."
"Honestly, Princess, it doesn't matter. You see, my size can make it very painful for some girls as I'm actually too big for them and sex is mostly inside your head, not just in the act."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked. "I thought sex was about putting your dick inside my ginny."
"That too is sex, but even if I do that, you'll probably not have an orgasm, unless you feel something for me. Not necessarily love, but some sort of attraction. You could be horny and want me sexually without loving me and that could be enough to give you an orgasm while having sex. You can even have orgasms by your own hand."
"How?"
"If you feel like it, you can just rub yourself over and around the clitoris. That and some fantasies inside your head about love-making."
"Do you have fantasies?"
"Oh, I do. I woke up the other night, having an extremely powerful orgasm. I dreamed about making love to you. You see, even if I can't make love to you in real life, I can dream about it and that works extremely well for me."
"Oh wow, you dream about me, just as I dream about you. Every night for the last days."
There was a loud yawn from Paul, who started to stretch. "My goodness," he exclaimed. "How embarrassing. I've got a hard-on in front of my daughter."
Josephine laughed. "Come-on, Dad. It's not like I haven't seen an erection before." She patted my dick again. "Panth's is just the most perfect specimen, long, hard, thick and beautifully black, so don't be embarrassed by your puny dong."
Paul rolled his eyes and looked at me. "Did my daughter just call my dick 'puny'?"
"She did," I said and smiled at him. "She actually called it a puny 'dong'."
"Blimey, I'll have to spank her."
Josephine got a mischievous look in her eyes. "OK, I'll accept my punishment." She laid herself over Paul's lap, bare bottom sticking up into the air. "Spank me then."
Paul looked a bit disoriented. "Er ..."
"I've been naughty. Spank me!"
"I ..." Paul didn't know what to say at all.
"Well, Dad, what's it gonna be? Was I naughty or not?"
"You were, but ..."
"Right, punish me then."
Paul looked at me again, but I only smiled. Josephine seemed to know what she was doing and I didn't see any reason to interfere. And the view I had of her ginny was invaluable.
"Well, OK." Paul hesitantly slapped her on her right buttock.
"Come on, Dad. What was that? A token of love? A sweet caress?"
"Right," Paul said with determination in his voice. "You asked for it."
He slapped hard and Josephine yelped, "Aw."
"That can teach you not to be rude to your dad," Paul continued and slapped her again on the other buttock.
"Aw."
"I'll keep doing it until you say sorry." He slapped again. It sounded louder, so I assumed it was harder.
He kept slapping her alternately on each buttock and to my surprise, Josephine seemed to get wet. She was aroused — from being spanked. I had to remind myself again that she was a
very special ten-year-old.
And Paul's erection did not go down at all. On the contrary, it seemed to twitch with each slap he did. He kept going and I could hear Josephine start to breathe heavily.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," she went with each slap until suddenly she screamed, "Yeeeeessssssssss!!!!!" and climaxed then and there from being spanked by her father.
Spanking his daughter and hearing her getting a climax from it was enough for Paul, he creamed her front royally and moaned and groaned as he kept shooting his hot sperm over her.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Josephine cried and curled up slightly, trapping her father's shooting dick. "Your dick is beautiful, even if it is smaller than Kurt's. Size doesn't matter and I love it, just as it is."
Paul was panting. "That was absolutely incredible," he said. "I've never tried this before. I didn't even know I liked it. It's never been part of my fantasies." He looked at Josephine, who was caressing her hot, red buttocks. "How did you know?"
"Well, while you were sleeping, Panth told me that sex was as much in the head as in the act and somehow I felt like being spanked. It was awesome." She stood up, Paul's hot sperm dripping from her pert breasts. She kissed his seeping dick and licked her mouth. "Um." Then she walked tentatively towards me. "Aw," she said softly. "I'll regret this later, I think." She rubbed each buttock. "They're sore." She came over to me and pressed herself against me. "Give us a kiss." I bent down and kissed her hard on the mouth. I was absolutely hard from seeing this unique father-daughter relationship. "And now," Josephine declared. "Kiss me well." I bent down and kissed her flaming buttocks. They were so hot it almost scorched my lips. "Ah, there's nothing like a lover's cool kiss, is there?" she giggled.
"My goodness," Paul exclaimed. "Look at the clock. I have to go to the hospital."
We had a quick shower and got dressed, after a fashion. (Josephine was absolutely smashing in only four pieces of clothing: a loose fitting, sheer top that barely covered her breasts, a wrap-around skirt in the same material as the top, reaching just below her bare buttocks and a pair of flip flops.) I drove him to the private hospital where he was admitted for more than a week for tests and initial treatment. Before saying goodbye to him, we promised to visit him every day.
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