Chapter 5: Strip your little girl

Where would be sexiest? Right here in the kitchen would be sexy, but not comfortable. In the bikini would be sexy, but probably less comfortable too? I’d never fucked anyone in a bikini; or even in panties. It would bunch up wouldn’t it? And rub perhaps.

Nude would be sexy. It was hard to think of anything sexier than a nude Zoe-Ann.

She moved slightly to the side and her fingers were on the top button of my shorts! In a second, in one swift, decisive flick, she’d undone it. I could only freeze while she slid the zip down, zinging vibrations into my cock.

She transferred her attention to my tee. By the time I’d trodden on my shoes to get them off she’d pulled my tee up and off, then once I’d pushed my shorts and briefs down and off I was naked, and ready to fuck her to a frazzle; in front of my wife and daughter.

I grabbed a cord on her right hip and tugged. Her bikini bottoms fell to one side and I felt her hands on my shoulders. My cockhead was above her navel, but she pulled herself up and half sat on the island, legs apart. Her pussy was swollen and inviting. The phrase ‘born ready’ floated through my mind, while I tackled the tie on the other side so the bikini bottoms came completely open.

Her hands were still on my shoulders. Did she not know to open her pussy lips with her fingers? Or was it a challenge? A challenge demonstrating that it was completely natural for her to get fucked by her girlfriend’s father ... I dipped at the knee and tilted my pelvis to line up my cockhead, without using my hands either. She was watching too, and giving a little wiggle. There.

I pushed gently and it started to go in a bit. Withdrew it a fraction, and pressed again. It was more slippery, and this time when I withdrew it there was a glistening layer of juice over half my hard, dark-red, tingling cockhead.

The next time the head went in, and the sensation of tight, wet, elastic pussy enveloped me.

“Oooohhh” breathed Zann. “It’s gone in.”

I pumped out and in, and a lot more went in, then the next stroke even more, and on the third I let it keep sliding and felt my bone bottom out onto her vulva. I pressed, and she gasped and pressed back against me - as far as she could with being perched on the edge of the worktop. She was thrilled, warm, naked, and incredible. My knees were still bent, banging into the cupboard door.

I pulled her to me and she grabbed me round the neck while I stood up. Her legs were wide apart to keep herself impaled to the max, while I tried to work out what next.

“On the lawn,” she said, “in the middle.”

“We can be seen in the middle,” I grunted. The distance wasn’t a problem. She’s not especially light but even so I felt I could walk around with her quite easily if it meant cumming into her.

“I don’t care,” she said.

“Down the bottom,” said Amanda. At the far end the lawn narrows between some bigger trees and the neighbours’ upstairs windows are screened again.

“Go on,” Zann squeezed and writhed.

I was too desperate to argue. Hopefully the neighbours weren’t back from work yet, and she looks more like seventeen than fourteen. Some things are worth risking a funny look from your neighbours. I walked to the door, that Saffie had opened, and out over the patio onto the lawn. As I got to the central part that’s in full view of both neighbours’ bedroom windows I managed to break into a stumbling run, with Zann bouncing and giggling on my manic cock.

By the time we got back into cover I was nearly cumming. I dropped to my knees, then toppled forwards with my arms outstretched, and somehow she landed still clinging on without being hurt or coming off my cock.

“Lucky you’re so huge,” she grinned as we pressed together again.

“Uuurrrhhh” I groaned as I began to fuck her. Amanda and Saffie stood watching, in their sexy outfits,

Zann was close already. I slowed down and that helped her to find the timing and thrust back with her agile pelvis. That little learning curve and the amazement on her face were the only clues that this was indeed her first time.

We were both too sexed up to spin it out. I fucked her with a long stroke and a steady rhythm, and after some brief minutes of euphoria we were there. Her amazing face shone with a tense joy and she began to shudder, and at the same time a powerful pulsing surrounded my cock and made me begin to spurt into her.

“Uuuurrrgggghhhh,” I went, in animal mode, thrusting and spurting.

“Ah!” she went with each thrust. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! AAAaaahhh!”

I pressed in hard for several urgent seconds, before we both began our glide path down from the high and she was trembling and stroking the sides of my ribs appreciatively, while I hovered over her on my arms.

“God!” said Saffie.

“So that’s what it looks like,” grinned Amanda. “Quite impressive. No wonder I married you.”

I smiled back, though I wasn’t sure what to say. Luckily Zann didn’t seem to be looking for any reassurance, and luckily there weren’t any neighbours calling over the fence to ask if everything was alright!

“Did you like me in Saffie’s top?” She was grinning too. I realised she still had the little white triangles over her nipples.

I eased my softening cock out of her and rolled off to the side. “I didn’t notice,” was all I could think of to say, though being honest I couldn’t be quite sure...

Zoe-Ann stayed for an early dinner, before going home for the night, to keep her parents happy she said. Saffie and Amanda were still in their sexy new outfits, so by bedtime I was ready again and able to give Amanda the service she needed - needed because evidently watching me fuck our daughter’s friend had been a huge turn-on for her. Then in the morning, Thursday, she went off to work and Zoe-Ann reappeared.

“They said I have to go home twice a week,” she announced, up in my office with an arm round Saffie, “so I don’t forget where I live, otherwise it’s one less mouth to feed.” It seemed a bit of a casual attitude from her parents, but I supposed they knew where she was, and if you had five other kids it would be different from having just one to dote on.

“Fine,” I said. Not that she’d been exactly asking.

“So is this the same thing you were working on?” She’d come round to look at my screen.

“Yes, some different options and just refining,” I said, “you have to give clients plenty of choice and involve them in the process.”

“Oh, like that shadow?” She pointed. I couldn’t help enjoying her interest.

“Yes, you can change its size and distance and direction,” I demonstrated, “and transparency, which is how dense it is. And the colour. I do the shape as a vector in Illustrator then refine it in Photoshop. Though you can do the whole thing in Photoshop, with paths and objects.”

“Oh that’s so cool,” she leaned in a bit, put a hand on my shoulder and pointed again, “I like that one.”

“Yes it’s nice and clean,” I agreed, “that’s how brand logos are going now, with everything on phone screens in tiny sizes. We’re not actually using as much drop shadow as we used to.”

“Oh, like ‘Google’? Or the Nike tick? I’d love to do something like this. I read about vector drawings.”

“Are you doing Art and Design at school?”

“I was going to, but you really need a computer. The ones at school are always busy and you can’t concentrate with people pissing about.”

“You can use mine if you like,” offered Saffie. “I can always use my laptop.”

“Oh thanks! You’re such a...” she didn’t finish what she was going to say because she’d turned to give Saffie a long, deep kiss, that developed into a lot of hands all over each other’s bodies.