Daddy and Baby Doll

She is trembling now and I know she likes it. I don't want to freak her out and I stop. She opens her eyes, smiles all teeth. Her lips glowing red, simply radiant. Shining.

"Thanks." She says.

"Don't mention it."

Definitely tell dad this.

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He just left. I think it's working.

He lay in my bed, turned me to him, had me go down on him, and we take it slow until I can take him all the way in my mouth. I want to make him cum, but he stopped me.

I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. Oh my god!!! What he did.

He turned me over like I was a rag doll. He was trembling, and I felt his wet cock touch me right on my ass. He touches me there and is rubbing me between my legs at the same time. Over and over pressing me there, harder. Ow. A little pain, but he stops, can feel me tensing. I am feeling so nasty, and I stay on my knees let him move me however he wants. But I'm so tight.

It gets real hard to stay quiet. "Shuuush," he is saying. He's holding me tight and going really wild. I can feel him pushing. He begins to press his finger into me, sliding into me. I am moaning at his intrusion. Two fingers, stretching me out. Not giving up.

"Ohhhh, ow." I can feel myself stretching, almost too far.

He starts playing with my clit with his other hand, pulling me against him, and I'm trying to hold myself arching my back, holding my ass in the air. He's fingering my clit and pushing his fingers in my ass, I can feel his cock again. He's poking me, "Ow. Ow. Ow." He's holding to me, holding on hard, I feel his nails digging into my hips. I'm crazy!!! So intense.

He's whispering, "We can do this."

I let myself down off my knees until I lay flat on the bed, and he following me.

"I got some lotion," I say and he lets me get it.

So when I'm on the bed again, lube spread all over my ass and I feel him above me pushing, I am laying there with my ass in the air and my arms extending down the front of me. I have my hands on my cunt, rubbing myself furiously and biting my lips. I am pushing my fingers up into myself and can feel him, can feel his cock pop right inside. Fuuuuck. I can feel myself stretching, feel him inside me through the flesh that divides my cunt from my ass. The bulge of his cock as I push my fingers inside myself, feel him sliding all the way inside. Oh, he's in me! He's holding to me, and then sliding again, in and out. I moan and push my mouth into my pillow to muffle my cries. All he says is, "So tight." He cums immediately, all squishy and warm and hard. I feel him drop out of me. It was so quick. I am laying on my mattress soaking wet.

It's been an hour. I was bursting in flames and melted out flat, I can't move. Something still burns, ashes. It hurts.

Silence, he leaves.

I lay there and think what my cunny would feel like with him in me. I lay my hand over my tummy, cup my little puss.

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I called Baby Doll and invited her to stay overnight this weekend. Christmas break started.

"It'll be fun. When is the last time you had a real sleep over."

She arrives at the house late afternoon with her bag in tow, and dad answers the door. Lets her in, I running to greet her as she steps into the foyer. Out of the corner of my eye: dad with paper under his arm disappearing around the corner into his Den.

I smile.

She ate with us, and we giggled and talked. Talked about classes, the one we share. Talked about boys. All girl talk, silly silly fun. We watched TV for awhile, nothing I don't usually do on a Friday night. We retired to my room and I watched open eyed as Baby Doll took out her nightie. I usually wear a long old T shirt or flannel or nothing at all

But she was upping the ante. This candy apple green silk little loose, well, baby doll . It looked like a vintage 1970's nightie, utterly see through. She went into the bathroom and I begin frantically rummaging through my drawers for - SOMETHING. No T shirts tonight.

When she comes out of the bathroom - No bottoms! It is just down over her thighs just a little but I can see her light bush through the sheer fabric. When she moves, the fabric waves higher giving me delicious peeks at the line of her ass. I found a nice pair of pyjamas, bottoms and a half top that ties at the front. I look at her, she is blushing. This shy smile.

She says "Like it?" Holding her arms out from herself. Turns her back to me, showing her little ass cheeks beneath the hem.

"It's so cuuuute!"

"I bought it the other day........but, no bottoms. I got discount." She looks back. She crossed her legs, then leaps onto the bed.

"I love it."

"S'alright." She's smiling at my compliments, drawing her hand along the fabric around her thighs.

I began to pull my clothes off with her there. Comfortable. Natural, she'd seen me before, sliding my cotton panties down my legs. I was looking at her breasts, can see so perfectly the brown of her nipples, thinking of that other night. She was not really watching, sitting on the bed, paging through a magazine now, not naked naked me.

My heart pounding, and I pull on my top, looking at the dresser decide to leave the bottoms off. The same as her, but different because my top ties at my breasts and opens at either side of my hips, leaving my dark bush completely exposed.

And we go to bed, my big enormous queen bed. We sleep together. Something I hadn't done in a long time. In fact, the only person who shared THIS bed with me was my.......wonder what he's doing?

But its so nice, the warmth, her smell. Hair everywhere, the smell of fruit and shampoo, make up. We've been friends since Junior High.

She finishes her magazine and pulls the sheet over herself, settles in. We are talking about nothing, giggling, turn out the lights. Black. Warmth and the scent of two girls.

"Good night."

"Night."

Her voice was so soft, a trembling lilt. I turn over, it was so very late, and I was tired. I was just drifting off, close my eyes but my mind just would not stop. I turn one way then another, aware of her presence. The weight of the mattress, the way it bends, somehow different - with her. It's funny. Dad has shared this bed so many times. But......never to sleep. Here SHE was, staying.....when your young no one sleeping in your bed.....

When.

I am still awake, my mind now going a million miles a second, thinking 'She's fallen to sleep.' Her breathing is steady, I can hear it. Listening with my eyes closed, and then...... I feel her hand. So soft. She was touching my belly, with her wrist curled around my waist. My eyes open, just the whites of my eyes, my head turned away, hair spread out on the mattress. I swear it is so silent now, she stopped breathing. Just the softness of her hand on me

I wait, thinking she may have fallen asleep again, when her hand slides down a little and lay on my hip. Her soft voice, "You've changed."

"Hmmmm." I turn my head toward her, feel my hairs lay across my cheek.

I smile, and in a low voice, "We've changed. Not skinny little sticks anymore." The light in the room is low, coming from the windows. But my eyes, completely adjusted to the dark, can make out her face.

I turn further toward her, lay on my back and sort of tilt over, facing her. She pulls the sheet down a little, exposing my chest, whispers, "You have nice breasts. Bigger than mine."

I can literally feel her breasts in my hand in that moment as she says this, remembering touching her that night. "Thanks."

Her fingers are moving on me, stroking my belly in slow circles, my bare skin and I hear her voice again as she trails her fingers up tracing the line of my ribs.

"Can I.....touch yours."

!

"Sure."

She trails her fingers up my tummy and across my rib cage, I let out a soft stretch. Anticipating her small fingers, drinking in the way they feel, tracing lines on my skin. The fabric of my pyjamas are touching her hand, I can feel the fabric moving back and then a tug at the tie holding my top closed. My pyjama top springs open and falls to my sides.

Sigh, god her small fingers on me. I sigh again. I am something between a B cup and a C cup. Her hand covers my breast all at once, my right breast, as I turn further toward her. The soft touch of her fingers, her thin soft fingers. I can't describe this feeling that came over me. It was different. She was stroking me, delicate, covering my breast with her hand and squeezing, but purposefully avoiding my nipple. It was driving me crazy, making me so wet. She is touching me, exploring, so slow, like forever. I let her rub me for at least twenty minutes, her hands wandering over my body, my arms, pressing my breasts over and over.

I close my eyes again and let her, almost falling asleep. My heart pounding in my chest, I know she can feel that. She begins to slide her hands over my thighs, across my abdomen, just barely brushing the hairs of my pussy.

I begin to rock my hips, it was utterly involuntary. I was so suddenly wet it surprised me, could feel my pussy lips sliding together as I squeeze my thighs, and I was thinking about how we were naked in this bed from the waist down. How close she is to me. Her hand on me was so intoxicating. I could feel myself already, juices leaking on my thigh. I wanted to reach my hand down and just feel myself, touch the hairs, guide her hand between my legs.

I roll a little onto my back again, and reaching with my hand begin to play with her long hair, caress her shoulders and down her arm as she is touching me.

She got up on one elbow, her hand cupping my breast again, "Can I feel it with my mouth?"

Oh god! I pause, taking in those words. There was lust in her voice now, lower. A growl. It was so late, I was so tired.

"Yes," I said.

I could feel her move upon me in the dark, her lips press directly around my nipple. I could not contain myself, and let out this soft breath mingling with a moan. I arched my back and press my breast to her, wrapping my hand around the back of her head hold her to me. Stretching my length and we are sliding closer together on the mattress, just laying along the length of each other. Feeling our warmth. God, I could feel her tongue on me, feel it exploring around, licking my aureoles, following the circle of my nipples.

So good.

She put her hand back on my belly and started making her way down, crossing my navel, stroking my bare hips, the tops of my thighs with her hand. But she stops around the lower part of my tummy, her thumb just touching my navel. Her fingers are grazing at the little tufts of hair that frame the top of my cunny, the hillocks of my mound.

She's just pressing her hand down into my abdomen, repeatedly, feeling my flesh yield, lifting herself from me. We look at one another, nose to nose. I could see the whites of her eyes, her soft smile, full mouth. I lean in to her, my mouth held open - inviting - and press myself to her. Touch our lips together.

We kiss, opening our mouths, I let her take my lower lip, her tongue swirling along my teeth, our tongues touching and sliding together. And something bursts open in me, I am so hungry just then, wanting to be close and open my mouth wide I take her in me, press myself to her, turn my head and feel her embrace. She wraps her arm around my waist, playing with my hair as we touch our tongues.

My hands hold to her hip, the fabric of her top was so light and thin, I could feel my breasts press against her and reaching lower caress her bare skin, the soft skin of her hips. I lift my leg and let it press against her thigh, press my fingers into her abdomen, can feel her legs opening and I settle my leg between her knees. And we are still kissing, the whole time, so nice.

I let go her mouth just long enough to ask, "Can I touch you?" I am laying up against her, but she knows what I mean.

She whispers back, hungry little words, between kisses. My lips touching hers as she says, "Not yet..... I want to just feel you......dońt want to get distracted with myself."

And she rolls me back into the mattress and follows, running her hands along my body, sitting up slightly reclining herself above me, and I relax just raise my arms above my head and curl my arms around my hair. Letting her. Yielding. She can do anything to me.

We begin kissing again, these sweet little, millions of kisses type of kiss. Touching our lips and then pulling back, over and over. Pressing and letting go. She was holding my lower lip in her mouth, taking it and releasing, wet kisses, chewing and tugging at my lips, before she would press herself down on me. Open her mouth again, insatiable. I could feel her hand move down my body, my sides, over my breasts, reaching lower lower with no hint of stopping; and then cupping, curling her fingers between my legs.

"Ahhhhh." I curl my hand around the back of her middle.

I was so wet I could feel my cum running down my ass, I was staining the sheets already. Her hand on me brought out this involuntary moan and I push my mons up into her hand, opening my legs for her. Fuck, she could do anything to me. Fuck, I wanted this to last forever and ever.

Her kisses had melted me completely, all resistance gone. She ran her fingers on my body perfectly, touching into me. My body undulating, pulsing beneath her. Our skin was shining beneath the sheets. Precious jewels. I could feel her fingernails, her red painted nails, pulling my pussy lips open, running her fingers up and down through me, and then pushing a finger into my hole. Not far, this little nail up in me, her hands on me. Everywhere on me, and I simply couldn't breath, could not catch my breath, as her finger pressed deep inside me. Feeling her nail scrape feather light along my soft flesh. I moving my hips around now, and guiding her with my body, up and down with her touch. Higher. Mmmm, yes. Her middle finger trailing this line, splitting me open, and we kissing the whole time, kissing millions of kisses, our breasts pressed together. I was really going crazy with all of it.

"This ok?" She says to me.

"Hmmmm. Don't stop."

She did something no one had ever done to me before. When I am very aroused my inner pussy lips swell up, sort of hang loose from me, stick out from my cunny. She grabbed my inner pussy lips between her two fingers and began to pull at them, tug the soft flesh.

My mouth opening as she did that, "Ahhhh. Ahhhh" It felt incredible. No words.

Each tug felt this incredible surge of pleasure. She would pull and relax, pull and relax at my pussy, then tug it to the side and the other side, causing the flesh to slide and pull against my clit. I was getting so sensitive that when she finally dug into me again, letting her finger slide directly over my clit, pushing back the fleshy hood I felt myself utterly melt. I jerked away a little. Her eyes wide, "You ok."

"Oh, god.....slow. Careful. So sensitive."

"Sorry," her hands retreating and I grasped her and pulled her back between my legs, "No. Don't....stop."

She was enthralled. My fingers were clinging to her now, and without thinking I had reached my hands up under her top and was squeezing her little breasts, the little buds of flesh in my hands. Our mouths touching and our hands roaming. Our touch felt so intimate to me, the way she held her mouth. Our kisses. She held her mouth to my ear, I remember thinking of her smell the sound of her breath. I could smell her pussy now, and wondering what she tasted like. She put her mouth at my ear, and bringing her hand up, caressing my hair as she spoke.

Our mingling scents, she whispering to me, "Yoúre so wet, even your ass is wet. Can I touch it?"

I just agreed with my head and whispering back, "Can I. Can I touch you?" Despite the fact my hands were all over her now. She knew what I wanted.

She kissed me, "Hmmmmm. K."

And I began to reach down as she positioned herself for me, lifting her knee and opening herself up, laying on her side. The sheets pulled back, I touched her little bush and the whole surface of her was lubricated, slippery sopping wet, hot. I pressed my finger down into her and felt her jump as my fingers grazed her clit. Spreading her open, she lifted up on her knees and sort of crawling up higher, turning so her legs were wide open, and let me press my fingers deep into her, and slipping up her ass scrapping my nails between her pussy and over her ass hole.

I simply moved myself toward the smell of her, and pressing her backward on the bed, lay her down so she was laying the opposite of how we had been sleeping. She letting me, laying with her legs held wide open. And pulling her open with my fingers, touched my tongue to her. Her hands lay on her tummy and I lapped at her, at her juices, tasted her. The Sweet tangy spice of my Baby Doll. I pressed my tongue into her, fucked her with my tongue, tasting the sweet juices, and lapped to the top of her mound until my tongue traced the line of her clit, pressing into its tight little nob, this hard little finger. Her little pearl. I could hear her whimpering, as I lapped at her, she playing with my hair. How she felt, the soft wet skin of her cunt. Her juices all over my face as I buried myself into her, pressing my fingers in and sucking and licking at her body.

Soaking sopping wet, like me. Our bodies, the same. Pussies. Breasts. Girl bodies, touching and sliding together. She sat back up, turning to me, facing me and kissed me again. She was tasting herself as we kissed, began touching me, I was following her touches with my own on her body, mirroring our fingers over our bodies.

Clits and cunt, she pressed me back, we lay facing each other possessed by a rising hunger, bumping our sexes together. Pressing our fingers up inside ourselves, the way her hips moved as I fucked into her. Kissing. We held our fingers still and laying together, tipped our hips back and forth bumping and letting our fingers press in and slide out. Letting our fingers grind into our clits, keeping pace with the other. Both looking down between our legs, up the length of our bodies - between the kisses.

She falls at my side, lay on her back again, and began pulling at me cooing out, "Yoúre making me so horny, I need to cum. Come here," and tugging at me, rolled me on top of her. We were sideways on the mattress now.

"Lay on me. I want to feel Our skin."

I was now moving myself above her, following her tugs and whimpers, she was guiding me, telling me what she wanted with her hands.

And I will always remember what she had said. 'Our skin.' I was thinking that as I lifted myself up, how I would always remember, lifting my knee over the top of her. I straddled her on all fours, briefly, looking down at her spread out on the bed before I let my body lay down on her.

Our skin.

Exquisite. There are no words!

We tangled our legs together, the feel of our breasts pressing into one another, our hips, our arms tangling together. Soft skin, our soft little cunnies bumping together. Hungry mounds of hair, matted wet from our touches. My long hair hanging in her eyes. The feel of her teeth on my tongue. I simply cańt describe how it felt, the way our bodies slid together, fit together. Our smells, this sheen of sweat on our skin. Nipples pressed together. If a light had entered the room, how we would have shined.

And this moment of pause. Of stillness as I lay against her. How we looked in each others eyes, and slowly, so slowly, touched our lips together. Taking in with all our senses, our skin.

"Hi," she said, kissing me. Smiling, I touched her mouth. "mmmmmmm," letting my voice vibrate against her, as my hand slid down her side.

The hairs of our pussies touching, I could feel her hairs tickle my abdomen. Never had I felt such a rush of pleasure, as she pushed her little mound against me, a gentle arching of her hips, tipping her cunt to me, lifting it like an open mouth to me. Like a hungry little bird as I let my weight down on her, feeling her pushing, pushing back into me.