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Emma stood in front of her full-length mirror looking at her half-naked body. She was trying to decide whether or not she liked the new bra her mother had bought her today. At this young age, her Emma jumped right into a B cup bra, even though she had never worn a bra in her life. She had refused to this day to wear one. She was too tomboyish and the pink lace bra her mother had thrown at her this morning didn’t fit her usual style. However, the more she looked at him, the more she liked her.
She turned to the side to observe the effect. The silky soft lace cupped her white breasts and the pattern of hers made it look like she had fingers grasping her breasts from behind her. The low neckline of her bra barely covered her areolas and she could see her nipples peeking through the thin silk…an effect lasting from the first time she had laid the cold silk over her sensitive nipples. she. She reached up and shook one of them and gasped at the shivers that ran through her body. She laughed at her reaction and moved her hands down to take stock of the matching panties.
Her hands drummed on her firm, flat stomach as she turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder to see the effect her panties had from behind. The light pink panties were silk with lace trim and the cut of the bikini accentuated her perfect little ass. They were absolutely feminine, she thought to herself as she turned back to the mirror. She ran her hands over the silk, loving the soft feel of the fabric. Her hand moved lower and she pushed the silk between her pussy lips and she rubbed the silk of her panties against the silky inside of her pussy. Her fingernail pierced the silk and brushed against her clit. Her eyes widened in amazement. She had never played with her pussy enough to know that her clit could give her such sensations. She smiled at herself in the mirror and saw the small mischievous gleam in her eyes. She decided that she would save that information for later and see where it led her.
She turned away from the mirror to try on the skirt her mother had bought with her underwear. Her mother had come into her room that morning and told her that it was time for her to start acting like a girl. No more dirty sweatshirts and jeans. She was going to start wearing a bra and trying on skirts. Emma at first resisted the idea, but when her mother promised her that she was the only way she would be treated as an adult, she agreed. She wanted more than anything for everyone to stop treating her like she was 5 years old and her mother knew it and she used it to get her daughter to drop her tomboyish attitude.
Emma put on her skirt and accompanying silk blouse and she turned to the mirror once more to judge her appearance. Her handjob porn skirt was a little above her knee, but she flared out a bit, so that if she slanted down, she might reveal too much. She too would have to learn to sit on the damn things, she thought to herself.
Oh well, she told herself. “There’s no time like the present to practice.” She ran down the stairs to the living room and made her first attempt landing gracefully on the chair. She was not successful. Her wild dip in her Lazy-boy had lifted her skirt so her panties showed, and that just wouldn’t do it, she decided. She tried again and again and when she felt that she had finally mastered it, she turned on the television and was immediately absorbed by the basketball game on the screen.
Mike Green walked into the living room and a shocked smile spread across her face at the image in front of her. Her daughter was dressed in a pretty skirt and, if that wasn’t surprise enough, her little tomboy had her legs spread wide with one leg hanging over the Lazy-boy’s arm and the other dangling in front of her. He had a clear view of her daughter’s new panties. She shook her head and laughed at the scene. “If she were 20 years younger…” she said out loud.
Emma looked up and saw her father standing in the doorway. “If you were 20 years younger, which dad?”
Thinking fast, she walked around the couch and sat down, saying, “If I were 20 years younger, I’d show these guys how to really play basketball.”
Emma rolled her eyes, “Yeah sure, Dad. I’ve seen you play. The only thing you’d show these guys is how to limp off the court in great style.” She burst out laughing as a pillow flew into her face.
“Oh, and you have plenty of room to talk, don’t you, Miss Care Bear? How do you plan to play basketball in that cute pink skirt?” Mike joked.
Emma suddenly remembered her outfit and sat up straight in her chair and pulled her legs and skirt together, much to Mike’s dismay. She put a serious look on her face and said, “Dad, we need to talk. You can’t call me Care Bear anymore, okay? And you need to start treating me like an adult.”lto, or at least as a young girl. I am old enough now that I should no longer be treated like a child.”
She took all control of Mikel not to burst out laughing. He bit his lip to keep from smiling as he tried to deal with his daughter’s sudden claim to being an adult. “Yeah, I guess you’re not exactly a girl anymore, right?” he said as Emma nodded her head emphatically. “Your mom told me that she went to buy you a bra today. It seems to be working out fine.” She was joking, but the look of horror that crossed his face let her know that he was the only one who found it funny.
“DAD!” Emma yelled. “Don’t say things like that! Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed!”
Her red face could attest to that, he thought, but he tried to calm her down. “Ah, Care Bear, I’m just kidding. Besides, you can try to be as grown up as you want, but you’ll always be my daughter.” Another big smile crossed her face as she shook her head angrily. “As a matter of fact,” she said as she leaned over to the lazy boy and pushed her onto the sofa, “I bet I can still give you a ride, like when you were a baby.”
Emma laughed at this and accepted the challenge, “Okay man, but you’re just asking. I’m going to have to call the doctor to get you off the couch once I’m done with you.”
“You are in!” Mike said as he grabbed Emma and placed her in front of him on her knee. He immediately wrapped her legs around her thigh and held out her arms for balance. Her goal was to stay on her leg while he frantically tried to pull her off of her. He raised his eyebrows in defiance and said, “Giddy up Horsy!” and the ride began.
Mike lifted his foot off the floor and rested his arms on the sofa as he began to jog slowly with Emma on her leg. Emma bounced and laughed, desperately trying not to slide to the side of her leg. She moved her outstretched arms up and down frantically until she was sure her balance was good enough to hold onto her leg. She looked at him and arched an eyebrow, “Do you have all this old man?” Emma immediately saw the gleam of defiance in her father’s eyes, her body tensing in anticipation of a much more bumpy ride. She tightened her legs around her father’s thigh and concentrated once more on staying on her leg.
Mike heard the challenge in her daughter’s voice and decided it was time to show her what her father had in him. “Wait Care, this is going to get rough!” Immediately, Mike’s leg began to throb up and down with a frantic Emma on top of her. Emma squeezed her small bare thighs around her father’s thigh, but not enough that her strong blow didn’t send her sensitive panty-clad pussy slamming against her father’s muscular thigh. . She felt a sharp pang of pleasure shoot from her pussy to her breasts and she gasped in shock at the feel of it. Again, she slid hard up her thigh, this time she cried Indian Village Sex out as the pleasure increased. Again and again she descended on her thigh, and again and again her fever of pleasure grew. She no longer focused on staying on her father’s leg. Her mind was only on the feelings running through her body.
Mike wasn’t paying attention to his daughter’s gasps. He was sweating trying to keep the constant movement of her legs. He was about to yell “uncle” when her eyes stared straight ahead and he noticed her daughter’s breasts bouncing madly inches from her face and mouth. His eyes widened as he looked at Emma’s breasts for the first time. He watched as she began to sweat even more, and her mouth began to water at the delicious sight. Her top button had come undone on her shirt and her cleavage appeared and reappeared with each bounce of her leg. There was no way she could stop this self-torture. She felt her harden as her eyes searched her nipples on her throbbing flesh. She found them nestled softly in her new bra. Nervously, her hands reached out and cupped Emma around her waist, high enough to slide her thumbs up and graze her aching nipples.
Emma squealed and her eyes widened as she felt her father’s thumbs on her nipples. Mike didn’t even notice. Her eyes were glassy with lust, she no longer knew where she was or who was on her leg. He continued to pound her hard thigh into her daughter’s pussy.
Emma couldn’t bear the agony any longer. Her outstretched hands reached down and grasped her father’s thigh. She began rubbing her pussy roughly up and down her thigh, the rough denim of her jeans causing a delicious friction on her smooth thighs. She bounces then rubs, bounces then rubs, all while her father’s thumbs incessantly rubbed heryour nipples. It didn’t last long before her mind exploded with her first orgasm. She pounded her pussy harder and harder, squeezing her pussy lips together and rubbing her swollen clit on her father’s leg.
“Uggggghhh, aaaagggh, ooohh my God!!!” Everything in her body tensed, she moaned through her teeth as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
Mike, startled from her daze by the sound of her daughter’s orgasm, watched in awe as her little girl arched her back and fucked her leg with all the energy of youth. Her semi-erect cock shot into her pants, growing to full size in seconds. He groaned as his daughter collapsed onto his chest, taking a deep breath and slowly coming back to earth. He stroked her hair as they both took in the situation.
“Oh my God, Dad! I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened. I’ve never felt like this before in my life. I didn’t know it was going to happen. Don’t do it on purpose. Please don’t be mad.” She began to cry as the embarrassment and embarrassment of the moment washed over her.
“Shhh, Care Bear,” Mike said as he continued to stroke her hair. “Okay. It’s not your fault. I should have noticed you’re growing up. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s perfectly natural to have these feelings, honey. We should talk though. Well, I should probably tell her about the birds and the bees, I guess.
Emma snorted and wiped her tears with his shirt, “N-no, it’s okay, daddy. I know. Mom told me. I never thought it would feel like this. You don’t hate me, do you?”
“Of course not, honey,” Mike took her daughter’s hand in his, laced her fingers through his and hugged her as she cried out in confusion. Desperate to make her feel better and try to explain that her feelings were natural, Mike finally confessed her own feelings: “Care Bear, it wasn’t just you, you know. I, well, I guess I got emotional too.” you touched me, and hell, honey, I shouldn’t have touched you like I did, but I couldn’t help it. As you can see, she was in the same boat as you.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it, trying to calm her down.
“Your daddy? Were you excited? Did you have the same feeling at the end as me?” Emma asked with wide eyes.
“Umm no, not really honey.”
“Well, because I didn’t end up like you did. I’m wrong, I didn’t climax.”
“Why not daddy? Are you still excited like I was before we finished?”
“Well yes honey,” Mike moved his hips a little and Emma’s eyes widened as she realized how hard he was under her belly.
“Is that you dad?” she asked in amazement.
Mike chuckled, “Yeah honey, it’s me, and if you’re feeling alright now, I’m getting a little uncomfortable down there and I need to get up.”
Emma leaned back, intending to get up when she got an idea. She immediately leaned back and put the full weight of her body on her father’s stomach and chest.
“No daddy. You made me feel good, and now I have to make you feel good,” she said with perfect innocence. “What would make you feel good daddy?”
“Ohhh honey, please don’t rub me like that. You can’t make me feel good because it wouldn’t be right.”
“You mean I did something wrong when I felt good? Am I a bad person?” Tears filled Emma’s eyes again.
“Oh no, honey, that’s not what I meant. If I felt good, I might hurt you because once we started I wouldn’t be able to stop. Honey, you don’t want this old man taking your virginity. You deserve the best.”
Emma thought for a moment and looked at her father’s weathered face. Yes, she thought, he is old but he is the sweetest man in the world. She remembered the many nights they had spent playing basketball in the driveway, the times he had teased her for being her “her little boy” and how he had always been there every time she it was falling. Yes, she thought, this is the man I would let hurt me, if it gave him pleasure.
A determined Emma sat down again. Mike thought she would let him up and he leaned forward a little only to flinch and freeze at the sight of her daughter taking off her shirt. “Emma,” he tried to speak with fatherly sternness, “what do you think you’re doing?”
Emma looked him square in the eye as her hands reached behind her to grope for the clasps of her bra. A few seconds later, her arms slid forward, successfully, and her bra slid down her arms to rest on her father’s lap. “I’m giving my virginity to the only man who is worthy of her,” and she wrapped her arms around her father and kissed him with all her innocence.
Mike responded to the love he had seen in her daughter’s eyes and slipped her arms around her and began teaching her the art of kissing. He pulled away from her a bit and ran his tongue over her sweet lips, teasing her to go.open for him. A few more minutes of nibbling at the corners of her mouth and she finally complied, opening her mouth to his invasion. Her tongue swept inside her, rubbing against her tongue, the roof of her mouth. Emma gasped a little at the new sensation and began to mimic her movements. She took another step forward and sucked on his tongue, shaking Mike to the core.
“Oh, care bear. You’re so sweet,” Mike moaned into her mouth as he moved her slowly onto her back on the sofa. Once her body moved away from her leg, Mike felt the cool breeze on her thigh, making him aware of the streak of wet denim clinging to her thigh. That his daughter was so wet and willing she had it t