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“So, I’m going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow.

I’m honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela

steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs

down Ken’s cheek. “I’m so happy right now. This is going to

be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to

turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh.

“Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection

pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It’ll be super special. I

can hardly wait. I’m wet just thinking about it.”

“Are

you nervous babykins? I’ll try not to hurt you,” he says.

“Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever

doing that. So, no, you won’t hurt me.”

“I’m so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in

his arms, embracing her tightly into his body.

They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge.

“Daddy’s hungry again,” he says, with a big smile.

“Can daddy have dessert, please?”

“You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and

jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing.

“Come and get it.”

And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae’s are discarded and

Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips.

Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth.

Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on

the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy.

Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body

trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!”

And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he

licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy.

His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy.

Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her

shaking body to the front door of the pickup.

An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway.

All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and

straight to the shower in the washroom.

Their early to mid morning adventure finished.

What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both.

During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken.

Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated.

Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy’ and Angela’s discovery

of how much she enjoy 'giving head’ was a match made in heaven. So much

so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment.

Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the

afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another’s

CUM. Ken smiles

“I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the

city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What

sayeth you m'lady?”

“I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir’. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,”

she asks, giggling.

“We’re gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,”

he says, laughing.

“Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,”

she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I’ll just suck

you again” leaning over and taking Ken’s cock into her willing

mouth.

“Oh no you don’t. Me too,’” Ken says as he adjusts

their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head

over his cock, her pussy over his mouth.

Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the

bedroom.

Kens hands on Angela’s butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing

and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the

forbidden hole.

Angela’s tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft.

Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead.

Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering,

his girth stretching her mouth wide open.

Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening.

A gasp, her body shakes.

Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue.

Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair

hanging down over her face.

Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin.

Angela shivers.

Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy,

her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her.

Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken.

A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela’s sex is released in

orgasm.

Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover.

Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum

filling Angela’s throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her

cheeks, chin and breasts.

She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising.

They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing.

Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her

back, waist and bum, he falls asleep.

Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them

and drifting off to sleep.

During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted.

Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each

other’s body.

The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house.

The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies.

Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching

fulfillment.

Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily

with their tongues.

Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual

bliss.

In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in

exhaustion.

As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in

order.

Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which

for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it’s the taking of

Angela’s cherry and she losing her virginity.

And, in Angela’s mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the

fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of

an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a

mommy. Angela smiles to herself.

Friday arrives.

Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance.

Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything

is in order he goes over very detail.

Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering,

giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act.

She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants.

And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is.

She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress

with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me”

dress.

Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with

what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway,

never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to

create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded.

Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell

ring.

“I’ll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine

on the living room couch.

On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?”

“You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I’ll be gone

until tomorrow.”

As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour,

Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter.

I’m so Fin jealous.’

Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow

roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks.

A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet

out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and

beauty Me'Lady.”

Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor,

“I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an

arm out to guide her to the car.

Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches

closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself.

Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again.

Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts

outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she

holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile

graces her face.

Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our

honeymoon suite oh gracious King.”

“Certainly Princess.”

To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this

point he is questioning whether he’ll make it to the hotel, never mind eating

dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards.

Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A

romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot,

arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte

covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers.

Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining

room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another

facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the

dining room.

Angela’s hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between

Angela’s crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues.

“Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she

says, her hand massaging his hardness.

“If you don’t stop turning me on even more than you have

already, not much,” he says.

Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be

laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers.

This brings a smile back to Angela’s face. “Promise,” she

says.

“Before I do that, I’m going to eat your pussy and lick your

ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.”

“Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,”

Angela moans, “I’m cumming,” she says, leaning back in the

chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers.

Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and

tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.”

Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and

departs.

“That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay.

I’m so fuckin ripe.” she wispers.

“Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring

the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.”

"You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his

shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby,

your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?”

“You know it is. I’ll give you all the babies you want

babykins.”

“Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super

horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks.

“Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet

and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands

and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing

their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles.

Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car

and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering

and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the

hotel.

Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several

men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her

legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and

horny.

Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue

over his ear lobe.

Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a

hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes

babykins and I’ll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum.

Laughing.

Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead

of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying

her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and

their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies

molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries

averting his yes.

Ken’s hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his.

Angela’s hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust

builds.

The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door

to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover

bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold.

Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently

lays her on the bed.

“Give me five minutes daddy. I’m going to freshen up,” she

says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom.

At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he

undress down to his boxers? He just isn’t sure, so he does nothing.

Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five

minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering

to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?’ Finally the bathroom

door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open.

And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has

again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to

her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to

wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are

phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking

at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey

gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with

Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey.

And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token

angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape

of air and heavy breathing.

As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body

for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending.

Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two.

Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over

Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk

shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling.

Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body.

“I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up

too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river

for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!”

Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed,

tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to

the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his

affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies

becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk

sheets.

Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a

huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down

and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and

forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She

smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed,

kneels between Angela’s legs. Her body a picture of perfection

highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown.

Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and

adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles,

“Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick,

harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And

a baby too,” she says, giggling.

Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening

her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers

grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts

forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick

cock fully buried in her love nest.

A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning

lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and

thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and

aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass.

Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.”

'Ooh’s, ahh’s. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm

builds.

A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he

thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus.

She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and

arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases.

His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into

his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of

sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he’s empty.

Pulling his cock free from Angela’s honey pot, it dangles semi erect

and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon

and cuddle in the afterglow of making love.

The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love,

cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times

to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean

ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM’ had come true.

By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home.

They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making

Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping

staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two

lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now

definitely committed to one another now. So they thought.

Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had

taken a na ve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By

giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in

Love.

A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another

semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both

hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was

hidden away in his house.

Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away,

he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their

thoughts, 'is there a future for

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