The rain was thick and cold as Tara ran up the porch of her house. She fumbled in her backpack for the house keys, then slid one in with trembling fingers. Tara burst inside, then quickly closed the front door to keep out the wet and chill. She ran small, delicate fingers through her long brown hair, then walked to the closet to hang up her plastic rain coat.
"Is that you, Tara?" asked a male voice from the kitchen.
"Yes, Daddy," replied Tara loudly while she closed the closet door, then brushed her hands down over her disheveled plaid skirt.
"Oh, you look positively sodden," smiled Tara's father, a dish rag entwined around his large palms. The tall, well-built man bent down to hug his short, petite daughter, wrapping his thick arms tightly around the girl's thin frame. Tara grunted from the force of the hug, returning the embrace with her own small arms around her father. Tara's father sniffed his little girl's damp hair, then nuzzled his nose briefly in her thick tresses. He tilted his beautiful daughter's face up, then kissed her gently on the mouth, softly sucking on her full, lower lip.
"Daddy! Mom might come home!" admonished Tara with a giggle before she slid under her father's arms. Tara's father watched his girl run into the kitchen, where he had prepared an after-school snack for her. He followed his daughter into the kitchen, then observed the young girl as she devoured a peanut-butter sandwich and drank a glass of cold milk. He moved behind Tara while she stood at the counter, licking jelly from her small fingers. He slid his large hands under his daughter's skirt, caressing her small, tight ass with his thick fingers.
"Daddy," murmured Tara as she leaned forward against the counter, her hands pressed against the flat edge. Tara's father rubbed his nose again in her drying hair, then kissed the back of her neck. His hands fondled the young girl's buttocks over the fabric of her white panties, his fingers kneading the soft, smooth flesh. The girl's father licked the inside of her right ear, making her giggle while he slid his hands under her panties, cupping her firm little buttocks, then squeezing them like ripe fruit.
"I'm getting hot, Daddy," moaned Tara, her lips quivering softly.
Tara's father removed his hands from her ass, then reached around her torso, unfastening the buttons of her white blouse. He removed her shirt, then cupped her budding breasts with his hands, caressing them through the fabric of her white bra. He kissed his daughter's creamy white right shoulder, then licked up and down the arch of her neck and shoulder. "You taste so good," whispered Tara's father, one hand fondling her left breast while his right arm pressed against her thin stomach, holding her firmly against his body.
"My pussy feels wet," gasped Tara as she wriggled against her father.
Tara's father reached down with his right hand, going beneath her skirt, then sliding past her moist panties. He fingered her soft little pussy, the pink flesh wet and slick with her young female juices. He slid his index finger between the folds of her labia, rubbing up and down her narrow slit.
"That feels good, Daddy," moaned Tara, her warm breath coming in sharp gasps.
Tara's father kissed her brown hair lovingly, his finger continuing to rub up and down her moist cunt. He removed his finger from the little girl's snatch, then raised the honey-coated digit to his daughter's mouth.
"Suck it for daddy," urged the man.
Tara slowly licked her father's index finger, cleaning her own cum from the thick digit. Her little pink tongue slid erotically up and down, collecting all of the musky, viscous fluid. Tara's father inserted his finger into the girl's mouth, watching as she sucked lewdly on it, her eyes locked with her father's as she slid her clean, unpainted lips back and forth over the finger. The girl's father freed his finger from her warm, wanton mouth, then bent down to kiss her. He forced his tongue past his daughter's lips, then caressed her own delicate tongue with his. Tara's father sucked on his little girl's lips, so delicate and tender. He kissed the tip of her little nose, then licked the tip of her small chin. Tara giggled under the lewd affection, then quickly licked her father's face before he stood up.
Tara's father unbuckled his belt, then slid it free from his pants. He let his jeans fall to his ankles, then lowered his shorts enough for his cock to dangle free. Tara giggled at the sight of her daddy's dong until he turned her around to face the kitchen cabinets.
"Mom might be home soon," warned Tara while her father tied her wrists together with his belt and cinched it tightly.
"Mom called earlier, she'll be late from work," soothed the girl's father before he raised up her plaid skirt, then gently pulled down her white panties. He rubbed the head of his erect cock over Tara's gorgeous buttocks, then slowly inserted his member into her crack, letting his daughter's pussy engulf his shaft.
"Mmm, ughh," moaned Tara as she bit her lower lip. She could feel her father's cock entering her tight vagina, pushing into her warm belly.
"Your pussy's so hot and tight," murmured the girl's father before he began pumping back and forth, his hairy crotch slapping against her bare buttocks. Tara groaned loudly, her small hands wriggling in their bonds desperately as her father fucked her from behind, his cock filling her young cunt.
"Daddy..Daddy!" begged Tara, her small breasts jiggling with each powerful thrust. Tara's father began pumping faster into his daughter, he could feel his orgasm building within his dick. He wrapped his thick arms around Tara's small waist, holding her body in place while he rammed his tool into her young, yielding pussy. Tara groaned loudly with each push, her own juices trickled out of her cunt and down her slim, bare thighs. With one last thrust, Tara's father shot his load into his little girl, filling her young womb with his seed. He rubbed his cock clean on her buttocks, then pulled up his shorts and jeans.
"You better go take a shower before Mom gets home," ordered the girl's father as he unfastened his belt from her thin wrists.
"Yes, Daddy," agreed Tara before she pulled up her damp panties and adjusted her uniform skirt. "Daddy?"
"Yes, darling?" smiled the man as he looked down at his winsome daughter.
"I love you, Daddy," smiled the curly-haired girl adoringly.
"Go take your clothes off for your shower, I'll be in there to help you wash in a minute," replied the man affectionately as he bent down to kiss his young girl's perspiration-soaked forehead.
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Rain pattered against Tara's bedroom window as she threw her blouse onto her bed before pulling down her plaid skirt. She unfastened her white training bra, then dropped it over her blouse. Tara carefully pulled off her sticky panties before depositing them in her clothes hamper. She sat on the edge of her frilly pink bedspread to yank off her ankle socks and polished black shoes, then she stood up to make her way to her bathroom. Tara glanced briefly at herself within the bathroom mirror, then pulled open the plastic drape of her small shower. She turned on the water, mixing hot and cold until it was just the right temperature. A small cloud of warm mist began forming within the shower stall as Tara gingerly stepped inside. The short girl allowed the warm water to cascade over her naked body, washing the sweat of her previous sexual exertion from her skin. Tara slid her hands over her long brown hair, rinsing it while she waited for her father to arrive. Tara's father didn't make her wait long, he entered her bedroom, then closed and locked the door. She heard his heavy footfalls as he moved to the bathroom doorway, his tall silhouette blocking the light while he gazed hungrily at his bathing daughter.
"I waited for you, Daddy."
"Good girl, Tara."
Tara's father quickly stripped, then he entered the shower stall. He pressed his hands against Tara's small shoulders, moving them down her shoulder blades, then across her spine. Tara shivered at her father's touch, his strong hands slowly caressing her warm, pink flesh.
"Let me soap you up."
Tara's father took the bar of soap from the bath shelf, then rubbed the bar across Tara's smooth back. Tara moaned with pleasure, her hands pressed against the wall of the stall while her father lathered the soap all across her back, down the curve of her hips, then over the small firm mounds of her buttocks. Tara's father turned her around so the water stream would wash the soap from her back, then he proceeded to soap up her flat tummy and tiny breasts. The tall man lathered Tara with his right hand while his left hand stroked her dripping hair. Tara craned her neck so she could look up into her father's loving eyes.
"My little girl is so beautiful."
Tara smiled radiantly, then moaned softly when her father started rubbing the soap across her sensitive nipples. He lathered her tits generously, then rubbed energetically down the slope of her cleavage. Tara thrust her breasts outwards, offering them to her father. He took his time cleaning her tits, he stroked and caressed them, until soap dripped down like a foamy waterfall from her breast tips. He spun Tara around to rinse her tits off, slapping her right buttock playfully, making her squeal with delight. He turned Tara to face him, then lowered the bar of soap to her crotch. Tara gasped when her father placed the soap over her pussy, then began rubbing it slowly up and down her slit. Squishy lather coated Tara's labia, then dribbled into her vagina. Tara gasped softly, biting her lip as she stared into her father's eyes. While soaping his daughter's cunt, he bent down to kiss Tara on the mouth, their lips locking together frantically. Tara's father placed his left hand at the base of her neck, holding her head in place as he shoved his tongue into his little girl's open mouth. Tara moaned as her father licked the inside of her jaws and throat, she leaned against his firm, strong body. The man's erect cock pressed into Tara's stomach, the head leaving a trail of pre-cum over her clean alabaster skin. Tara's father sucked deeply on his daughter's sweet lips, then he kissed the tip of her small chin. Tara's pussy was obscured by a thick coating of soap lather. The girl's father turned Tara to face the shower stream, then leaned her back, spreading her legs apart so the stream could pour down against her pussy.
"Daddy, the water feels good."
The shower stream pounded against Tara's cunt, rinsing away the soap that clung to her throbbing labia and small batch of brown pubic hair.
"It looks like my little girl needs a shave again."
Tara's father applied a fresh coat of soap to Tara's bush, then reached to the shower shelf for a shaving razor. Tara watched as her father slid the razor up her crotch, cleaving the soft brown hairs from her cunt. The razor made an erotic scratching noise as it slid across Tara's tender skin, slicing the silky curls from around her narrow slit. Tara groaned in ecstasy, her pussy became moist with her juices as her father finished shaving her little twat.
"There, nice and smooth."
Tara's father ran his right hand up and down his daughter's cunt, enjoying the smooth sensation of Tara's shaved crotch. He briefly inserted a finger into the puffy folds of her pussy, rubbing energetically until he felt a trickle of Tara's honey drip onto his digits. Tara panted wantonly, her back pressed against her father's firm stomach. The man kissed his daughter's wet hair, then knelt down in the shower stall, reaching out with his hands to spread Tara's tiny buttocks apart. Tara moaned loudly when her father began sucking on her pussy, his tongue racing up and down her trembling slit. Tara's hands slid against the slick wall of the shower stall, her skin glistening with water as her father nuzzled inside her cunt. The water stream rained down over Tara, engulfing her in a warm fog. The naked girl shivered while her father thrust his tongue up her vagina, the wiggling probe tickling her pink tunnel until it gleamed with her juices. The man slapped Tara's buttocks, the sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberating within the small stall. Tara pressed her body against the slippery shower wall, her breasts crushed into the hard tile, her ass thrust outwards into her father's face. Tara's father sucked and licked his little girl's pussy until she orgasmed, a thick stream of honey gushing out into his waiting mouth. He devoured his little girl's excretions, then licked up the crack of her ass until he reached the base of her spine. He spanked his daughter's bare buttocks again, then rubbed his aching cock against the smooth, warm flesh of Tara's ass.
"I'm going to fuck your tight little asshole, angel. Relax your butt for daddy."
"Yes, Daddy."
Tara's father slowly inserted his cock into his naked daughter's anus, the large shaft making her gasp with pain as it rammed up her hole. The man grunted while he shoved his member in deeper, the little opening squeezing his shaft until it throbbed with ecstasy. Tara closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, she fought to stifle her moans of pain, knowing that her daddy liked to shove his cock into her tiny little hole. When the man got his member inside as far as it would go, he began pumping back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of Tara's gorgeous ass. Tara moaned softly, her toes barely touching the floor since her father's plunging prick kept her ass hiked up in the air. He wrapped his arms around his daughter's tiny waist, pressing her buttocks into his crotch while he rammed himself into her tight vice-like sphincter. Tara groaned louder, the pain becoming greater as her daddy fucked deep into her ass, his grunts loud against her ears. Tara's father kept his left arm wrapped around her waist while his right hand reached up to fondle and squeeze her small pubescent breasts. Tara groaned loudly as her father pinched her swollen nipples and smothered her tits with his large, groping hands. Tara's little feet left the floor, her father held her against himself while his cock slid all the way inside her rectum, the throbbing shaft stretching the walls of her bung to the tearing point. Tara cried out in pain, tears forming under her eyes as her father relentlessly continued to fuck her ass. She grasped the wet wall of the shower stall, her fingers finding no purchase while the water stream continued to pour down her nude teen body.
"It hurts, Daddy!"
"I'm almost done, precious."
Tara's father increased the force of his thrusts, his crotch slapping against Tara's wet buttocks until he climaxed with a loud grunt. He removed his cock, then let the shower clean the cum from his pole. Tara fell to her knees, her asshole sore and aching from abuse.
"Honey! Daddy's sorry! Are you alright?"
"My butthole hurts."
"I'm so sorry, precious," murmured Tara's father as he knelt down to hug his daughter and kiss the top of her water soaked head. "How can I make it up to you?"
"Let me have some of your wine," replied Tara instantly.
"Okay, precious. Let me go get it."
Tara grinned triumphantly while her father left the misty shower stall. Tara walked out of the cubicle, letting the warm water drip from her sleek young body. She toweled herself off, then combed out her straight brown hair. Tara re-entered her bedroom, opening a dresser to retrieve a set of her favorite silk lingerie. She quickly donned the smooth white leg hose, garter belt, g-string panties, and low slung white lace bra. The silky material of the bra tickled her nipples until they peeked out of openings within the garment. Tara climbed onto her bed, then reclined seductively until her father returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Tara's father ran his eyes over his sensual daughter's night attire before walking forward to the edge of the bed. He sat on the edge near Tara, then offered her an empty glass. Tara giggled as her father uncorked the bottle and poured a generous portion of wine into her glass. Tara inhaled the heady scent of the wine, then took a long drink. She licked the red liquid from her pouting lips, gazing intently into her father's ravenous eyes. He took a lingering swallow from his own glass before placing it on Tara's bedside table. Tara sipped her wine as her father ran his hands over her stocking covered legs. He pried her slim thighs apart, then pulled the front of her panties forward enough so he could look at her moist, bald pussy.
"Lick my pussy, Daddy."
Tara's father shoved his face against his daughter's crotch, licking up and down her cunt until it became pleasantly warm. Tara purred as she reached out to pour herself another glass of wine. She drank greedily while her father ran his tongue over her vulva, his lips caressing her tender pussy folds. After drinking another full glass, Tara threw her empty vessel onto the floor and pushed her father onto his back. He slid his hands up and down his little girl's ribs as she pulled off her panties and mounted his hardened cock. Tara moaned while her father's pole thrust into her yielding cunt. Placing her small hands on her father's bare chest, Tara began humping her father, her pussy clasped tightly around his member.
"That's it, baby! Fuck daddy!"
"Your cock feels so good inside me!"
Tara bit her lip, her ass and hips bucking sensuously with each thrust of her crotch. Her father cupped her small breasts, squeezing them, then pulling her bra down so he could feel her warm pink tit flesh. Tara groaned blissfully, shoving her cunt forcefully onto her father's throbbing shaft. She fucked him until he climaxed inside her young teen womb, then she continued to pump his cock until she felt her own orgasm building between her splayed legs. Tara panted heavily, her palm-sized titties thrust outward into her father's greedily grasping hands. She pushed her crotch forward, driving her father's softening cock deeply into her belly. Tara gasped sharply when she orgasmed, her pussy flooding with honey. Tara's father rubbed his little girl's ass as she collapsed on top of him, her quaking legs limp with fatigue.
"Good night, Daddy," whispered Tara with her thin arms wrapped around her father's neck.
"Good night, baby," murmured the girl's father, his large hands softly caressing her bare back and firm buttocks, lulling her to sleep.
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Tara tugged a sheet over her left shoulder, shivering from the sudden cold. She opened her eyes, discovering that it was well into morning.
"Feeling better?" asked Bella, looking down at her friend with concern.
"Yeah. Does it actually feel cool in here?"
"Yeah, my papa turned on the air conditioner after he saw how bad you looked. He thought you had heat stroke or something."
"It feels good," smiled Tara, stretching her legs beneath the clammy sheets.
"Why don't you take a nice, long shower? These sheets are covered with sweat."
Tara threw back the covers, gingerly standing up, pleased when she didn't feel dizzy. She picked out a clean white t-shirt, shorts, and underwear along with her toothbrush and a comb from her overnight bag. Tara walked down the unlit, cool hallway, turning right into the bathroom. She closed the door before peeling off her sticky tank top and pink panties. The young girl pulled aside the plastic shower curtain, then twisted the water knobs. Cold, clear water sprayed down from the suspended shower head, washing over Tara's outstretched right arm. Tara shuddered from the cold, she turned the hot water knob some more, until the spraying water was just right. Tara climbed into the shower, yanking the curtain shut, standing beneath the steady water stream. She rested her left palm against the tile wall while combing her sweat-stiff brown hair with the fingers of her right hand. The warm water caressed every inch of Tara's teenage body, cleaning the dried perspiration that seemed to cling to the girl like a second skin. Tara slid her right hand down her throat, over her small, ripening breasts. She moaned softly with pleasure, then opened her eyes, reaching for the shampoo bottle.
A tall, wide shadow fell across the shower curtain. Tara gasped, retreating against the wall of the shower stall, the tiles cool when they touched her back and ass. The shower curtain was slashed away, and Tony stood there, his dark eyes absorbing every detail of Tara's nakedness.
"You enjoyed watching me fuck my little girl, didn't you?" leered Tony, his eyes ravishing Tara's panting tits. "You want me to fuck you too?"
"N.n.no," stuttered Tara, her brown eyes wide, her breathing so harsh she almost choked on her terror.
"I think you do," smiled Tony, raising one eyebrow. The fat man untied his thick red robe, discarding it on the floor. Tara stifled a cry of fear by stuffing her right fist into her mouth, her naked body shaking while she took note of Tony's flabby stomach, hairy chest, and hardening cock. Tony climbed into the shower, his bloated belly rubbing against Tara's right arm.
"Time to wash your beautiful hair, Tara," said Tony, taking the shampoo bottle from the wall shelf, pouring a generous portion into his left palm. He set the bottle back before pressing his palm on top of Tara's head and spreading the thick green shampoo all over her hair. Tara closed her eyes, facing the shower head, her tiny hands clenched in front of her naked belly as her friend's father scrubbed the shampoo into her silky tresses, his meaty hands massaging her scalp.
"Your hair's so nice and soft, like warm brown silk," purred Tony into Tara's right ear, placing his left hand on the back of her neck and gently pushing her head beneath the shower spray. The soap slithered down Tara's back and over her small tits, bits of white lather remaining on the upper surface of her breasts.
"Oops, still got some soap on you," observed Tony, pulling Tara against him so the hot spray would wash the soap off of her soft pink titties. Tony slid his hands over Tara's teenage breasts, wiping the slippery soap off of her warm, flushed pink skin.
"Hair all nice and clean?"
"Uh, huh," nodded Tara, her body melting against Tony's.
"You're so lovely," murmured Tony, his left hand fondling Tara's soft left mammary while his right hand rubbed her shower-slick belly. Tara groaned weakly, she could feel the press of Tony's stiff cock against her small buttocks. Tony kissed the right side of Tara's neck, he licked the hot, young flesh with his cool tongue while his right hand descended to the naked schoolgirl's sex. He caressed her puffy labia, his thick index finger scratching the swollen lips of her cunt. Tara rested limply against Tony's fat stomach, her dripping thighs shivered, her pussy growing warmer and warmer as Tony stroked her little pert clit again and again.
"Oh! You've got a little pubic hair there!" noticed Tony, digging his finger into the soft patch of short, silky, brown fur. "Let me take care of that."
The dripping obese man left Tara alone in the steaming shower stall.
She rested against the wall, her right hand between her legs, rubbing up
and down her throbbing pussy to keep it hot and moist. Tony returned quickly
with a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. He took his place behind
Tara again, the wet girl pressing her tight little ass against his crotch
without instruction. Tony held the shaving cream can in his left hand,
reaching around Tara's waist to squirt cream into his right palm. He moved
his right palm to Tara's small brown bush, covering the patch of glistening
hair with cream. Tony set the can on the shelf, placing the razor in his
right hand before resting the gleaming blade against Tara's pussy mound.
Tony slid the razor over Tara's skin, the blade making a scratching noise
as it seared away a strip of the teen girl's pubic hair. Tara moaned with
sensual ecstasy, her budding breasts shuddering, her cherry pink lips trembling.
Tony slid the razor down Tara's pussy again, cutting away another swath
of silky brown cunt hair. Tara reached behind her back with her left hand,
folding her small fingers around Tony's massive cock, stroking the engorged,
veined shaft. Tony swiped the razor down again, curls of gleaming hair
falling onto the shower floor, then washing away down the swirling drain.
With a few more swipes, Tara's pussy was as bald as a girl-child's.
Tony put the razor on the shelf with the shaving cream before rubbing the girl's now hairless cunnie. Tara sighed, warm honey oozing out of her pussy, washing over Tony's brown fingers. Tony raised his glistening fingers to his lips, savoring the sweet taste of the young schoolgirl's cum. He offered his fingers to Tara, who wantonly sucked on them, devouring her own sticky-sweet juices. Tony placed his paws on Tara's slender hips while she positioned her palms against the slick shower tile. The fat man eased his swollen cock into Tara's yielding pussy, her cunt lips spreading wide apart to make enough room for Tony's thick shlong. Tony groaned in bliss, Tara's vagina squeezing tightly around his member. He started pumping his hips forward, driving his stiff meat deep into the young teen girl's belly. Tara leaned against her small, splayed hands, moaning loudly, shower water flicking away from her soaked hair and bobbing teenage tits. Tony wrapped his hairy arms around Tara's tiny waist, he raised the little girl off her bare feet, her splayed legs shaking as he shoved his cock into her bucking ass over and over again. Tara strangled off an orgasmic scream, her mouth gaping, pussy juice gushing from her cock-stuffed slit. Tony's fat prick seemed to fill Tara's stomach, it smashed against the wall of her womb like an irresistible battering ram, pounding again and again through her. The veined sides of Tony's cock rubbed against the lips of Tara's slurping pussy, sending waves of pleasure through the naked young girl's tiny frame. Tony's flab rubbed Tara's spine as he buried his face in her wet hair, his tongue slipping across the shivering nape of her neck.
When the fat man could hold out no longer, he lowered Tara to the floor and pulled his quivering cock out of her clenched pussy. Hot semen sprayed up to drench Tara's stomach and the underslopes of her shaking teen tits. Tara leaned against the tile wall, warm shower water pouring over her back and heaving sides. Tony cleaned the tip of his cock on Tara's quivering buttocks, then left one last stream of cum inside her narrow ass crack. Tony turned Tara enough so he could cup her small chin and kiss her hungrily on the mouth, the fat man's tongue slid between Tara's pursed, submissive lips.
"Don't tell your father, please," said Tony before he left Tara alone in the humid, fog-filled shower stall.
Tara moved toward from the shower head, letting the steady water spray wash the clinging cum from her flat stomach and budding breasts. She raised her thin, pale arms over her head, arching her back, relishing the caress of the warm rain against her creamy, bare skin.