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Willie Fong’s Daughter

Willie Fong’s Daughter There were some things that when he got older, he looked back on with regret and perhaps shame that he had done in the passion of his youth, but Willie Fong's daughter was not one of them. Her mother was English, and her father's name was Willy Fong, perfectly describing his ethnic origin as Afro-Jamaican and Chinese. He had never met Willie, as he had left when his daughter was a baby, but he loved the Iconic symbolism of the name and the way it rolled off his tongue. Taniyah was her name; even years later, whenever he thought of her, it was affectionately as “Willie Fong’s Daughter.” Even though he had never met her father, you might say he knew her mother intimately. He had just turned 30 and was having difficulty with the psychological adjustment. In his twenties, he could still identify with the teens and consider himself young. Now, he was just a middle-aged 30-something and close to twice the age of the 18-year-old girls he sometimes hit on. Her mother's name was Mary, and she worked for him as a bartender. She was 38 years old. At 5' 10", she was tall for a woman, nice ass and big breasts that were a hit with the male customers, but she had the biggest hand and feet he’d ever seen on a woman. The guys probably never noticed when she was behind the bar as she was always braless and wore a blouse or shirt with a plunging neckline that let her tits swing to and fro. When she first started, they had a brief thing going. After closing, he would fuck her on the pool table with her feet in the corner pockets and a bar towel under her ass to keep from replacing the felt so often. But, the spark flickered and died, and by mutual consent, they returned to a boss-employee relationship. However, she turned out to be one of his best bartenders, and a friendship developed, and she often confided in him about aspects of her life. She wasn't good at managing her money, and he would sometimes help her out with advances, like when she needed snow tires. But of course, there were those rare times when she required a little emotional support, like when there was a breakup with one of her boyfriends, and she'd be up back on the pool table with her heels in the corner pockets. Although she was very professional on the job, she had trouble keeping a man. He thought it had a lot to do with the men she chose; also, from personal experience, the fact she was built so large between her legs didn't help much, either. For most men, himself included, there wasn't much sensation when having sex when there was no friction. But they made it work by staying off the pool table and incorporating a lot of what is called “Corn Grinding,” pelvis to pelvis. She had also introduced him to straddle fucking her while she had her legs crossed and clamped down on his cock when he was in her. Which helped her get off as well, as her clit was in constant contact with the top side of his cock. He kept hoping she would find some guy who was hung like a horse, who would take care of her, but that didn’t seem to be happening. She had a 19-year-old daughter named Taniyah. She was putting through college, and he had a small educational scholarship for his employees, which helped some, but the bulk of the cost was funded by Taniyah's soccer-playing abilities and the scholarship it provided, One would never say Taniyah was beautiful; However, the translation of her Jamaican name was “Beautiful Woman.” she had inherited her father's broad nose and Afro features and her mother's big feet and hands. Still, she did have a slim, athletic body that was like poetry in motion on a soccer field. She was away at school most of the time, and when she did come around, she was quiet and withdrawn or maybe just bored or shy. Mary had confided in him that she thought she might be gay as she never showed an interest in boys. He said nothing but wondered if it was the other way around. During Christmas holidays, he would invite a few of his friends and employees over for Christmas dinner, and Mary and her daughter were among them. While showing them around, Mary asked about his massage table in the spare bedroom, which had most of his wardrobe dr*ped over it. He had bought it from a massage therapist who was going through a divorce and needed the money to pay her bar tab, and he mostly used it to stack laundry. He explained he had taken a course when he was in the Orient and found it interesting, but he was not certified. She told him Taniyah had pulled something in her leg playing soccer and asked if he thought a massage might help. He had noticed earlier that she had a slight limp, and she asked him if he would give Taniyah a massage, and she would pay him out of her wages. He told her he wasn't into deep tissue massage and that it would be better if she visited a sports massage therapist. She said she couldn't afford their prices, so he volunteered but made no promises it would help. He told her to bring Taniyah over in the morning on her way to open the Tavern at 9:00. That would give him a couple of hours as he didn't usually show up till around 11:00 when the lunch crowd started arriving. He forgot about it till the knock on the door the following day, which was an hour late because Taniyah had stayed out partying with friends the night before. She was looking mopey as usual as she limped along behind him to the spare bedroom; he silently cursed himself for being such a slob as he tried to find a place for the clothing that he had forgotten to remove off the table. He told her to strip down to her underwear and cover herself with the towel if she wanted. They only had about 45 minutes, which was not enough for a complete massage, but he would try. He had another quick half a cup of coffee, and when he came back, she was lying face down on the table wearing gray matching sports Under Armor panties and bra. He asked her if she had ever had a massage before, and she nodded yes but didn't elaborate. The pulled muscle was in the back of her left thigh above the knee. When he touched the leg, her body felt so tense and rigid that he decided to start on her feet and try to relax her. He was amazed at the size of her feet. Christ, they were the same size as his. He couldn't help but wonder about what they say, “You can judge the size of a person's genitalia by the size of their hands and feet.” He knew from experience with her mother that it was more likely to be true in her daughter’s case. But quickly pushed the thought out of his mind as he didn't want to go there. He concentrated on using his thumbs on the balls of her feet, and it seemed to work. Her body loosened up, so he started working on the calf of her sore leg. She hadn't inherited her mother's complexion, and the massage oil caused her dark skin to shine. He didn't know anything about deep tissue, so using lots of oil, he made long sweeping strokes with his hand, back and forth on the upper thigh of her injured leg, to get the blood flowing, being careful to avoid a turf burn on the outer side of her knee. The muscles in her legs felt like steel and were toned to perfection. When he started using more pressure, he could feel her body tense and flinch. So, he dialed it down and asked if she was okay. Her face rested in the table hole, and he heard a muffled reply: "I’m okay.” As soon as he started using lighter strokes, he could sense something in her body, and her posture changed. He wasn't sure what it was, but something was different. It took him a moment to realize that his fingertips had detected a slight change in texture. The flesh had pebbled on her thigh. He immediately started feeling uncomfortable. Was it his imagination? Or had the space between her legs widened ever so slightly? His discomfort caused noticeable sweat on his forehead and the underarms of his T-shirt. He fought it, but he couldn't resist the temptation and let a fingertip lightly touch the leg band of her panties as his hands reversed the sweep at the top of her thigh. No, it wasn't his imagination! Although he hadn't noticed any movement, the space between her legs had widened to where he could see the crotch of her panties. With a deep sigh and a rising heart rate, his mind and conscience struggled to respond to their subtle, wordless communication. In the end, his curiosity won, and he continued lightly sweeping his hands up and down her thigh with just enough pressure not to be considered a caress and at a speed that when his fingertips occasionally made contact with her panties, it could be taken as unintentional. The only response from her was more pronounced, pebbling down the back of her thigh and lower leg, but the space between her legs didn't open any wider but did not close in rejection either. Looking at his watch and trying to keep his voice normal, he said, "Times up; I have to help your mama with the lunch crowd after I drop you off.” And as he spoke, he let his fingertips float upwards, barely touching the pebbled flesh of her thigh and smiled when he saw a shiver pass through her body. “If you think that did any good, have your Mama drop you off on time in the morning, and we'll do it again, along with the other leg and, if we have time, maybe the upper body too?" and he added, "If you would like that?” He smiled again when he heard the huskiness in her voice when she replied, and he gave her size 10 foot an affectionate squeeze. Although he had no intention of seducing her (at least that's what he told himself), There was something there that turned him on. But he wasn't sure what, and he was curious if she was more Bi than Lesbian. The next morning, Taniyah showed up on time, and he was more prepared with a fresh cover on the table. He wore sweats and a light T-shirt and felt more comfortable than the previous day. He started on her feet again, and when he got to her leg, he waited till she flinched and used it to justify his hands to become more gentle and caressing. She was still wearing the conservative sports-type underwear as the day before, with a bra that covered her down to mid-waist. But her panties had a higher leg cut today that accented her long legs and showed a hint of butt cheek. It only took 15 minutes before the wordless communication started from where they left the day before. His hands became slightly bolder, and her responses became minuscule, more pronounced. He had applied more oil to keep his hands moving smoothly as he pushed the blood out of the lower extremities of her leg up toward the top of her thigh, then reversed and repeated in a downward direction. Occasionally, his fingertips would make slight contact with the leg band of her panties, same as the day before, but his touch lingered, just enough to hint it might be intentional. She answered by slightly bending the other knee and shifting her body as if to become more comfortable, which conveniently exposed the crotch of her panties. He felt his underarms starting to sweat again and a stirring in his crotch; he ignored the little voice in his head telling him not to go there as his breathing rate increased. In answer to her body's invitation, he let his pinky accidentally (on purpose) brush against the thin, silky material covering her crotch, which caused a slight involuntary flexing of her butt cheeks under her panties, and the exposed flesh below to pebble up into goosebumps. Trying to keep his voice regular and calm, he asked, “What about the other leg?” “Shall we rub it too, so it doesn't feel left out?” He heard a muffled “okay” from the hole under the table where her head was resting. By the time he finished her feet and lower legs, his breathing had returned to normal, and her body had relaxed. But he felt her tense in anticipation as he started again to massage upward from the back of her knee to the top of her thigh. He had one of those round tube massage pillows placed under the back of the knee to make a person more comfortable when lying on their back. His voice was strained as he suggested she might be more comfortable with the pillow under her hips. She hesitated, confused momentarily, before raising and letting him slide the pillow under, which elevated her pelvis off the table. The placement of the pillow arched her butt up slightly, and when he looked down, he saw a small wet spot in the crotch of her panties, and his pulse was off to the races again. He asked her if that was more comfortable, and she nodded. Moving to the side, he reached over her thigh with both hands, slowly kneading her inner thigh as his hands worked upward, and when they changed direction at the top, his little finger would sometimes make light contact with the wet spot. He watched her body closely for any signs of rejection. When none came, He croaked out, “If you'd like to roll over, we'll do the front” His breathing was all screwed up, and there was no air left in his lungs when he tried to speak, and he had to repeat himself, even then his voice was broken. Her reply, through the hole, was a weak “Okay.” He removed the pillow and helped her roll over as he asked himself, “WTF are you doing.” It wasn't like he was hard up for pussy. Being the owner of a tavern that mainly catered to the college crowd and pumped the second-highest beer Keg volume in the city he could fuck a different girl every night if he wanted. And here he was, so excited and aroused that he could barely speak, playing this game with this girl he didn't even find attractive, risking the possible loss of his best bartender. But OMG, it was hot!! He wasn't wearing any underwear under his sweats, and his arousal was very noticeable. Her body became rigid again after he had her rolled over. She was lying there with her arms at her side and eyes closed; he could see her rib cage expand with each breath as she breathed through her partly open lips to accommodate the extra volume. He sighed and started on her number 10s again, then her arms and hands. He had covered her eyes with a hand towel folded into a narrow band to help her relax. Her body went completely limp as he gently massaged her arms and hands. Her breathing was back to normal, and his arousal had faded, which was evident by the front of his sweatpants. When he went to the front of the table and started massaging the top of her shoulders, he noticed her hip bones were holding her panties up off her stomach, and he could see a hint of her pubic mound, and his bulge was back. Moving back to her feet, he took each foot in turn and, with the other hand just above her ankle, pushed her leg up to flex her knee and hip. His lips formed a silent “OMG” when he saw a wisp of pubic hairs straying out the leg band of her panties. He silently cursed himself for being such a creep as his pulse throttled up to full revs, and the front of his sweat bulged out even more. Looking at his watch, he saw that he had another 30 minutes. The silent communications had ceased after she rolled over on her back. He wasn't sure what was going on with her, so he decided to stop where they were before he did anything stupid. Neither spoke when he drove her home, but as she got out of the car, he asked, “What do you think”? “Do you want to come over again in the morning, and hopefully, we'll get a full massage?” “I can use the practice”. Without hesitation or making eye contact, she replied, “Okay. I have two more days before classes”. “Thanks, it's so boring sitting around Mama’s apartment all day.” Wow, he was stunned; that was the most he'd ever heard her say. “Game On”!! The next morning, he woke up hungover with a large-breasted young lady lying beside him, whom he had met at a party after closing the tavern. The bed looked like it had been through a thrashing machine, and she was lying with half her body entangled in the bedding. They had fucked the night away in between pulls from a bottle of Crown Royal that now lay empty on the floor beside the bed. He stumbled over one of her cowboy boots as he headed for the bathroom, trying to remember her name. He tossed a couple of aspirin and hopped in the shower while debating whether to cancel the massage. Tony, he remembered, was her name. He had been so worked up from the continuous edging around the massage table for the last couple of days he just couldn't stop fucking her last night. It got down to whiskey dick fucking, kind of like planting potatoes when he was a kid. They called it “Potato slipping,” where you lay it across the hole and poke it in with your finger. It was a near thing, but he managed to get Tony, who had been the love of his life last night, up and out the door without hurting her feelings. He gave her a lingering kiss at the door and half a dozen of his business cards, each good for a free beer, and told her to share them with her girlfriends as he escorted her to her car. He definitely wanted to see her again. She had an amazing and unique way of churning her ass and giving a little double tap bump when their pelvises came together when she started to cum. It felt so incredible he had to follow suit. After she was gone, he quickly stripped the sheets off the bed and tossed them in the washer, but there was still a lingering of sex, more specifically pussy, it sure didn’t taste like that last night, and he smiled in remembrance as he pushed the button on the can of air freshener and shut the door. An hour later, he felt almost normal when the doorbell rang. Taniyah was wearing a pair of oversized bib overalls with a large plaid flannel shirt to set it off. He still had a little buzz and popped another aspirin while she was getting undressed. When he returned, she was stretched out on the table face down. But, he noticed today she was wearing a half t-shirt and a pair of regular cotton print panties that looked a little big. He immediately recognized them from the teddy bear print as the ones he had removed from her mother a month ago and stuffed in a side pocket of the pool that he fucked her on. He wasn't sure from the back, but it looked like there was no bra under the Tee. He asked, “Different wardrobe today?" She replied, "Laundry never got dry, and I had to borrow a pair of mamas.” By Now, his hands were more practiced and business-like, and after doing her feet, they moved smoothly over her calves and upper legs. Using long sweeping strokes up to the top of her thighs, she had parted for him when his fingers made contact with the opposite leg, then made a reverse sweep back down, her dark skin reflexing the light as his hand spread the massage oil. Today, his fingers deliberately avoided the leg bands of her cotton panties, and seemingly without noticeable movement, she made the space between her legs widen, in an invitation that his fingers ignored, but there was a growing bulge in the front of his sweats as he asked her to roll over. As the day before, her body tensed as she rolled over into the more exposed position, and he covered her eyes again with a small hand towel to make her feel more at ease before reaching underneath her shoulders and massaging her shoulders through the T-shirt and the back of her neck and head. He asked how she felt, and she murmured, “Good.” Moving to the foot of the table, he briefly massaged each foot in turn before taking one foot at a time and pushing her leg up, causing the knee to bend. He repeated the same with the other leg, slightly repositioning so they were more open, with her knees pointing outward. He stared down at her crotch in amazement. The thin material of her panties showed the outline of her small mound, God; it was only the size of a half-walnut shell or peach pit. The comparison of Tony's was still fresh in his mind. Tony had one of those chicken-breasted pussies that made her jeans pooch out in front, and it was the first thing that caught his eye the night before. His breath quickened even more when he saw a small wet spot, evidently from anticipation as he had not touched her yet. Fuck it! Here we go, he thought, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he drizzled oil on the length of her leg. Using long sweeping strokes to spread the oil over the dark skin of her long legs and thighs, which were only marred by the turf burn scars on her knees. His fingertips barely made contact with the loose leg bands of her oversized cotton panties, but not in a caressing way. Then his hands slowed, and his fingertips lingered as if asking a silent question. The expansion of her rib cage under the t-shirt and the pebbling of the flesh along her thigh answered it. And was confirmed by the widening wet spot in the crotch of her Mama’s panties, right in the center of that half-walnut shell protrusion, that amazingly must be her pussy. He responded by starting to make casual small talk, asking if she had any plans for the summer while occasionally letting his fingertips slide under the loose leg bands of her panties. As she answered, he detected the strain in her voice; he was sure she probably noticed the same in his. He kept asking casual questions as his fingertips became bolder, and eventually, they made contact with her pubic hair and lingered. She stopped mid-sentence, and he felt her body stiffened. He casually asked what she was saying as he slowly removed his fingers but continually casually stroked her upper thigh. He had to time his breathing when he spoke so there was air in his lungs, and it was the same with her; she was breathing through parted lips, chest expanding with each breath, and long pauses between her replies. He kept the small talk going, so it might seem that he was distracted by the conversation and did not pay attention to what his hands were doing. With a hand on either side of her thigh, he let his figures haphazardly overshoot, lightly brushing up over her panties and the small walnut mound beneath, which caused her hips to flex upwards. Ok, that was it! He knew, and she knew, there was no longer sense in continuing in the charade. Taking a lung full of air and without any pretense like yesterday, he trailed the fingers on both hands upward, lightly caressing her inner and outer thigh, letting the fingers on his right-hand pause before slowly continuing up along the outline groove of her labia lips beneath the thin material of her cotton panties. Her hands reached out and clutched the sides of the table as she uttered a soft moan, her hips involuntarily flexing upward as his fingers traced over her clit. Close to hyperventilating, he choked out, “Are you okay with this?” Her chest was heaving, and she was having the same problem speaking but managed to choke out, “Don't tell Mama.” as she turned her head to the side and covered her face with her forearm. Oh my God, he thought you'd done it now as he bent down and kissed her belly button. He mumbled, "We won't need these anymore" As he took the waistband of her panties, she raised her butt, and he slipped them down over her hips and feet, almost the same as when he had removed the same pair of panties them from her mother the month before. There was an OMG moment when he looked down and saw the most miniature pussy, he had ever seen in his life. His hands were shaking as he moved to the head of the table and pulled her T-shirt off, exposing small, almost non-existent breasts with inverted nipples. But surprisingly, when he took one in his mouth, it popped out like the nipple on a baby bottle. He sucked each in turn while stirring a finger in the puddle of fluid at the entrance of her miniature pussy, occasionally dabbing some of it on the small hood of her clitoris for lubrication. To reassure himself, he asked again, “Are you okay?” But she could hardly speak and only moaned, "Okay." His cock was throbbing, and he thought it must be about the same with her from the way her legs jerked when his finger, coated with her pre-lube, rolled the hood of her clitoris back and touched the pink sensitive head, which was now slippery from her juices. He bent down and placed a kiss on her small mound, with its little tuft of pubic hair, the musty smell of her sex in the heat of passion, now mingled with the fragrance of what he thought he recognized as the herbal hemp body lotion her mother used. The smell caused his nostrils to flare, almost like a stud horse when it gets a whiff of a mare in heat. He started hyperventilating, and his vision blurred. WTF was this!! There was only one other time in his life that he began to hyperventilate from sexual arousal. It was when the "Widow Murphy," OMG, then it dawned on him. So, this is what it is about! He saw the parallel right away! He was feeling almost the same excitement with this young woman stretched out on his massage table as he felt years ago at the age of 17 that day in Widow Murphy's basement when she let him touch her between her legs. Standing by the side of the table, he opened her legs wider, bent down and gently took her whole genitalia in his mouth, slowly sucking it like it was a ripe fruit as he inhaled her body fragrance. He had entered the zone, and was barely aware of her soft moans as he reached around where both hands were under the back of her knees, and raised her legs up till both feet were on the table and her thighs were open outward into the lotus position and he could reach around and under her thigh to finger her as his mouth gently licked and sucked her small clit. When his finger tested the entrance to her vagina, he thought it was her annus; and had to confirm, he thought there was a maidenhead. But his fingertip found none. OMG, the opening was just so small it was even difficult getting his lubed finger in her. When he did her pussy contracted around it like a Chinese finger puzzle. Christ, her vagina canal was so shallow his fingertip made contact with her cervix when it had only penetrated to the 2nd knuckle and as he gently started massaging it she started Cumming. Strangely her hips never moved, as her large hands maintained a death grip on the edge of the table , ass her dark skin body convulsed and jerked in orgasm. It startled him when her little pussy started spitting cum, just like man, he could feel the warm droplets on his face as his tongue battered her small clit like it was a boxer’s speed bag. After orgasm she tried to protect over sensitized clit by clamped her knees together, but he was able to push the fingers on his other hand between her clamped thighs and press down on her mound and clit as the finger on the other hand continue to shower her cervix with gentle affection. It almost made him cum watching her dark body with its sheen of oil convulse in orgasm, her eyes shut tightly, nostrils flaring, mouth partially open. And as it faded, she had released her grip on the table and was using her hands to caress her small breast and nipples. She opened her legs as he removed his hands. He took her by the wrist and removed her nearest hand from her breast and replaced it with his own. Responding to the rush of endorphins he succumbed to the bonding impulse, bent down and slid his tongue between her lips. The kiss was deep and lingering, as their tongues, introduced themselves, tasting and exploring. He felt the touch of her hand on his cock through the material of his sweatpants. Without breaking the kiss she slipped her hand down the waistband and began stroking his erection and testicles. He broke the kiss and sucked the nipples on her small breast. It surprised him when she turned on her side, propped herself up on one elbow and pulled his sweats down and took his cock in her mouth as her fingertips feather danced over his testicles, his stomach tense, defining each abdomen muscle as she sucked him. She raised one thigh as his hand cupped her mound again. His other hand cradled the back of her head as he gently fucked her mouth. It was over all too quick. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, he started Cuming. He tried to pull out and not cum in her mouth, but using the hand that was cradling his testicles she reached between his legs pulled him in. His body jerked and thighs muscles flexed with each spurt from his loins. Though blurred vision he watched the rapid movement of her throat muscles as they struggled to swallow the flood of his semen. He didn't realize till he heard her gag, of the amount of pressure his hand was applying, forcing her head down till her lips were against his stomach. His cock was still spurting cum when he pushed her away. When he had shoved it down her throat, made her eye water and big teardrops were running down her cheeks as she suck air into her starving lungs. " Oh Baby!", (He didn't know why he used the word, but it seemed to fit) and as he apologized, he dabbed away the cum running out the sides of her mouth with the hand towel, some even had landed in hair when he jerked it out. "I'm Okay! It's not your fault. I've never done that before, with a guy, Sorry I fucked it up". He couldn't stop himself from using that word again. Oh, baby girl you didn't fuck it up”. “The last 3 days of having you on that massage table has been the hottest fucking thing that's happened to me in a long time”. He couldn't stop, it just kept spewing out "You're going to break my heart if you don't come back tomorrow”. “That's your last day of your break, right?" His unexpected praise was reflected in her eyes and there was a hint of a smile around corners of her mouth. Without looking at him she said "OK, but I don't want a baby". He smiled as he contemplated her words. OMG, she just gave him permission to fuck her. He replied "Good me neither". “Now let's get you showered up and that cum out of your hair so I can get to work. Oh, and BTW does your pussy always ejaculate like that when you cum”. Looking a little embarrassed, " Most of the time if I hadn't had sex in a while." As soon as he dropped her off at her mother’s apartment, the guilt and regret set in. Fuck!! His best bartender had trusted him with her daughter and he had just throat fucked her. Luckily, they were busy at the tavern and he was able to avoid making eye contact with Mary. He’d always been such a terrible liar and he was sure that the guilt was showing his eyes. The next morning all the guilt was gone when she showed up wearing bib denim overalls and that oversized flannel shirt again with her hair in pigtails. No sooner was she in the door, he kissed her on the forehead as he slipped the straps of the 2 sizes too big overalls off he shoulders and let them fall to the floor around her ankles. His breath quickened when he saw she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Seeing the questioning look in his eyes she answered with “Mama did the laundry last night and everything's packed so I can catch the 4:30 bus this afternoon”. She stepped out of the overalls and looked up at him. Oh God she was so homely she was cute, so fucking cute. He reached out and grabbed her pigtails and drew her in. Her big brown eyes looked up at him as he leaned in and kissed her lips. She continued to unbutton the flannel shirt and let it drop to the floor as he nibbled her lower lip. When she slipped a hand down the front of his sweats, he stepped back and quickly stripped them and his tee-shirt off. Using her pigtails he pulled her against his body, and worked his chest back and forth across her small breast till those inverted nipples popped out and stiffen. It was so perfect, almost as if it had been choreographed. He slid his arms around her small waist and cupped the cheeks of her ass as he lifted her off the floor, she wrapped her legs around him. He buried his tongue in her mouth and carried her down the hallway to his bedroom with his cock sticking straight out and her small pussy straddling it. On the edge of the king size bed, he broke the kiss, and used his teeth to gently bite their way up the side of her neck and whispered in her ear “Can I fuck you?”. He felt her shiver as she gave her stock reply “Okay” as he deposited her on the bed. He had everything prepared. There were condoms and a jar of Vaseline on the bedside table. As small as she was between her legs, he knew penetration was going to be a problem without hurting her and would require a lot of foreplay to make sure that cute little thing was aroused and tented. He slowly covers every square inch of her body with light kisses and caresses. Occasionally using a well lubricated finger to test his progress and open her up. After edging her for umpteen times he was able to get two fingers in her as her hips pumped in search of an orgasm she murmured "It's okay”. When the tips of his fingers couldn’t feel the cervix any more, it indicated her pussy was well tented and the cervix had lifted up, nature's way of allowing a female’s body to take penetration. His cock had been so hard for so long it literally throbbed as he positioned himself between her open thighs. His hands were shaking so much he had trouble slipping the condom over the bulbous head, it was so hard that it stuck straight up and laid flat against his stomach, and deep purple from engorgement. He was taking so long. she craned her neck to watch him smear the Vaseline on. Then using one hand forced his cock down away from his abs so it was poised at the entrance at the of her pussy. He smoothed back her tiny labia lips with his other hand, even though she was dripping pre lube, he scooped out a generous amount of Vaseline from the jar on two fingers and inserted them into the small pink opening of her between legs. The dark flesh of her inner thigh was pebbled in goosebumps and she was moaning softly as he twirled his two fingers inside of her to spread the lube. He looked up at her as he knee-walked closer and pushed down on his cock till the tip made contact. Her chest was heaving and her nipples looked swollen and almost doubled in size. Her eyes were glazed like she was high, and in fact she was, but he didn't know it at the time. She'd done a couple hits of cocaine early to deal with the pain in case it hurt like last time when she was in high school. She had, had too much to drink at a party and a boy fucked her in the back seat of his car and made her bleed, then he told everyone. No one ever wanted to take her out on a date, but after that she had a lot of offers to go for rides. Then Lory came along and after the first time she had sex with her, she gave up on the boys and a full-time relationship developed with Lory. Then just before this Christmas, after 2 years of being together Lory told her she wanted to open up the relationship and start dating a guy she had met. That first day on the massage table she felt the vibe, and was elated that her body responded to a male's touch and there was a possible opportunity for her to have another go of sex with a guy without the dating thing that would never happen. He was so hard he had to push down hard to keep his cock away from his stomach so the head was at the small pink opening of her vagina. Oh God, it was just so small, it was almost like it never grew with the rest of her body. Still craning her neck, she asked him what was the matter and he said “it's not going in'' He heard the frustration in her voice as she told him “Push harder I'm okay.” She drew her knees up till her feet were flat on the bed. With her brow furled, teeth clenched in determination and with a sound, coming from deep within, like she sometimes made when she kicked the ball toward the goal in soccer. She used her legs for leverage, and arched her body and thrusted her hips upward, almost lifting him in the air, before the head of his cock popped through the small pink ring of outer muscles and into her vaginal canal. The effort caused her body break out in a sweat, she sucked in deep breaths of air through mouth and broad flaring nostrils, as she recovered from the sharp shooting pain of entry. Looking down he was amazed how her vagina had stretched out into a pink ring, and how the invasion of his cock had triggered involuntary contraction, causing the walls of her pussy to squeeze down on his cock with each time. He tried to hold back but it was in possible and he started Cuming. It just kept coming, wave after wave, his body jerking, his hand almost spanning her small waist as he gripped her above her slender hips. Even afterward his lions stop pumping semen he was still hard, still on his knees, he felt ashamed of himself, could see from her face there was some discomfort. As hard as they tried, he couldn't get it in more than about three inches. He held still and played with her nipples and rubbed her swollen clit waiting for her body to relax, but in the end, he pulled out and went down on her and used his mouth to get her off. And so it began. She left that afternoon and resumed the open relationship with Lori. When she came back again for spring break they resumed where they left off. Although they were never able to obtain pelvis to pelvis penetration, her baby pussy was able to adapt over the summer and she became his main squeeze in more ways than one, in and out of the bedroom. He sported her around town in his corvette taking her out to dinners, introducing her to his friends. He enjoyed seeing the prideful look in her eyes when she was on his arm. She was too young to get into the bars, but she loved the movies and going to soccer games. Although it wasn't love it was something close to it and when he treated her well, he was almost always rewarded when they had sex and that little peach pit size pussy would spit cum for him. A few nights after she left on the bus, his phone rang and when he answered it was her mother Mary and she asked if she could come over? “He replied it's 2:30 in the morning.” She said, “I know but Ted broke up with me. Please, I need to talk to someone.” He could tell she had been drinking from the way she slurred her words. “OK I'll put on some coffee”. “No, that's ok I'm right outside and I have my key. I'll let myself in”. A couple of minutes later she stumbled through the bedroom door. Wearing a short skirt and blouse, streaks of mascara running down her cheek from crying. She sobbed apologies as she pulled her panties off from under her short skirt and tossed them at him, “Fuck, they were the Teddy Bear one’s”. She seemed to be drunk, heartbroken and in heat all at the same time. Without hesitation she kicked off her shoes, and knee walked up the bed and straddled his face without saying another word. He said “So what do you want to talk about?” She replied I forgot and gave a little giggle as she raised her skirt up and centered her crotch above his face. He stared up in awe, at her gaped, cavern of a genitalia as it was descending on his face, her dark skin tone labia lips hanging down like clusters of gr*pes as she settled herself down on his mouth. Her hip thrusting forward when she felt with the warmth of his mouth. With a low moan, of lust or need, she started face fucking him, so hard, the headboard banged against the wall, in rhythm with the powerful strokes of her wide hips. He just laid there with his arms pinned under the bedding and let her have her way with him, thinking that was the least he could do in atonement for fucking her daughter. At first, he was concerned about suffocation, but when she demanded more tongue and it slid it into her vastness, there was a flooding of saltiness his mouth, and drowning soon became the bigger issue. As she approached orgasm, she alternated between spreading her thighs and stabbing herself down on his rigid tongue for more penetration and working just the tip against her clitoris using a circular motion of her hips. In climax, she slumped against the headboard, but just as her thighs would start to relax another spasm of her dying orgasm would cause them to clamp down on his head as he tried to sucked air into his starving lungs. Afterward she covered his face with kisses while praising him for being the best boss in the world and always being there for her. He did remember telling her something like that. But never imagined it would entail being face fucked at 2:30 in the morning. She suddenly jumped out of bed and slipped her panties on and said” I got go before the bastard steals all my stuff.” No sooner than the door shut behind her, she came back through it and crawled under the covers from the foot of the bed. With his head on the pillow, he watched her head bob up and down under the covers till he came in the warmth of her mouth. Afterwards she apologized for forgetting her manners and was out the door again. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. Neither ever mentioned these little transgressions in their employer, employee relationship afterward. He was in the bathroom washing the pussy glaze off his face and suddenly there she was again standing in the bathroom door. Damn near giving him a heart attack. In Explanation she said "I almost forgot, are you fucking my daughter?" Caught off guard it took him too long to say no and even drunk she saw the guilt in his eyes. She said “I knew it, I knew it.” She's been blooming ever since you started with the massages.” Well at least I know she's not completely gay”. and was gone again. That was as close as they ever came to having her mother’s Blessing. I suppose to bring the story to a conclusion one should add: That fall Taniyah received a full Soccer scholarship to a college back east and her and Lory parted. He communicated with her for a while but eventually it faded away after she started dating a Filipino girl. The following year Mary, her mother, hooked up with a commercial fisherman from Alaska and went north with him and he never heard from her again.

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