Take Your Daughter to Work, Page 7
By Leslie Schmidt
Cally laid, sprawled across her mother, her arms stretched out to the sides, her legs apart, her knees outside her mother’s. She was drenched in sweat, her chest heaving. Her little girl pussy was smeared with sperm, a milky stream still ran out of her crack and down her ass, only to drip down onto the coverlet. When Richard reached out and ran his thumb along her slit she unconsciously squeezed, another rush of cum out that ran down and made another splash of jez on the flowered bed spread.
All three were silent for a couple of minutes, the girl’s on the bed, Cally still on her mom; Richard kneeling on the floor, between both sets of knees. The album had ended and it was quiet, all three’s breathing could be heard, slowing.
Richard stood up, his cock now mostly soft, the cum and pussy juices drying into whitish flakes along the shaft but his dick hair was still wet. He bent over and kissed Cally’s belly, just above her pussy.
She came too and giggled, pulling her knees up.
“Tell me that wasn’t fun?” Maurine said to her daughter.
Cally swiveled her head around and looked at her mom. “Uh-huh.”
Maurine rolled them both to the side, then worked her way onto her feet, standing next to Robert, looking down at the eight year old. Cally rolled back onto her back and smiled up at the adults.
“She needs to get a bath,” Maurine said to Richard. She walked around him as Richard stood and watched the naked fourth grader. She stretched her arms out over her head, arching her back and pointing her toes. Richard was enthralled by the site—the long, lean and straight lines of the girl, her flat chest and flat tummy. Now, with her legs straight down and together, her pussy lips were pulled long too, and pressed together. Still, there was some redness, maybe some swelling as they disappeared between her thighs. They were also shiny wet with his cum. The water started running in the bathroom.
“Come on,” Richard said as he leaned over and picked up the girl. When they got to the door, Richard holding her in his arms, Maurine was just wiping herself, sitting on the toilet.
“I gotta go!” Cally said. She ran to the toilet, dancing.
The room had a big whirlpool bathtub that was filling with steaming water. Maurine stepped in, then knelt down. She moved over, to the side, to make room for Cally who sat down, her legs straight out in the water. “Lean back,” Maurine said as she gently pushed her little girl down. When her head was in the water she smiled up at Richard who stood over them.
Maurine leaned down and kissed her daughter, then took the small bar of soap from the holder and rubbed it between her hands. She started washing Cally.
Under her mother’s gentle caresses, the girl relaxed back in the warm water. It felt good against her cunt that was sore after being stretched by Bobby’s cock. Still, she had had a wonderful experience. She thought back to how it felt to have him inside her and then the feeling of fullness as he had cum—pumping his seed inside her. She even thought she could still feel it, a fullness and warmth in her womb that she had never felt before.
She felt some one push at her leg, moving her over. Bobby was stepping into the tub, but, instead of getting in, he sat down on the edge with his feet in the water. He reached down and, with her mother, started rubbing the soap up and down her frame. It was warm and comfortable, the caresses of the adults felt good up and down Cally’s sides, her chest, her arms and legs. She felt Bobby’s hand, slippery with soap, moving along her slit and she lifted her knees and spread her legs.
“Don’t get any soap up inside her,” Maurine said. “That can really irritate.”
“I’ve heard that,” Bobby said and he moved his finger out of the little girl’s slit but still kept massaging her vulva.
Maurine looked at Robert’s again straining cock, then reached up with one soapy hand and started stroking it. “Not irritating for you, though,” she said.
Cally opened her eyes and watched, then reached up and her hand joined her mother’s. Bobby took her arm and pulled gently, urging the girl to sit up.
“He wants you to give him a blow job,” Maurine said. She put her hand under the girl’s shoulder and helped her up. “Go on, it doesn’t bite.”
Cally slid around so she was kneeling between his legs, then took his dickhead in her mouth.
“Oh!” she pulled back, a sour look on her face, “soapy…”
With some giggles and a couple of laughs from all of them, Maurine and Cally rinsed the suds off Bobby’s dick, then wiped it with a wash cloth.
“OK,” Cally said after a tentative lick, then she again took his dick in her mouth.
Now, after the washing, Richard’s cock really didn’t have any taste to it. She lifted up and worked him deeper into her mouth with each stroke.
“See if you can deep-throat him,” Maurine suggested. “Stretch out your neck and relax, then just push forward slowly.”
Cally pulled his cock out and looked at it, then opened her mouth as she craned her neck. Robert was mesmerized as he watched his cock slide through her lips, first the head, then the lighter area behind it. She stopped when he felt the back of her throat. Her eyes swiveled over to look at her mother, then back down. Then she pushed more and Robert’s cock pushed down her throat, swelling her neck. She moved forward, holding her breath, until her nose was in his short cropped dick hair. Robert couldn’t believe that the eight year old had taken his entire cock down her throat. She couldn’t stay that way for long, holding her breath as he cut off her airway. She pulled back and took a deep breath.
“How was that?” she panted.
“Great,” he panted.
Cally went back to sucking, moving him in and out of her mouth, occasionally stopping to lick the shaft or his balls. A couple of times she felt the slick wetness of his precum oozing out and, when she stopped to look at his dick, a couple of strings would hang from her lips to his head.
The whole time, Maurine stayed kneeling next to her fourth grader, coaching her. She instructed her on how to circle the head with her tongue, then plunge deep. She also had the little girl gently suck Bobby’s balls, taking the sack in her mouth and moving his nuts around, first one then the other, all the time continuing to stroke his shaft with both hands.
She could see that Richard was getting close when he started to rock his ass on the edge of the tub and his breathing fell into sync with his thrusts. She could also see the glazed look on his face as he watched the eight year old.
“He’s getting ready,” Maurine said when she saw his thighs start to shiver and he lifted up on his toes.
Cally knew to redouble her efforts, lifting up slightly and, with her hands wrapped around the shaft, she bore down on him, sucking hard and taking over half his cock with each stroke.
Richard couldn’t lean back, so he leaned forward, wrapping himself around the little girl’s head, holding her to him, his stomach and chest against her hair. Doing this, he pushed deeper into her but he was careful not to push too deep, not to hurt her.
He was shivering as he balanced on the side of the bath tub, his toes only on the bottom. He bent down more, his face just inches from the girl’s back.
“Ahh..ahh…ahh…ahh….” he breathed as he lost control.
Cally knew it was coming, she could feel him shivering as he held her, shoving his cock into her mouth. She tried to pull back a little but he held her head down with his chest, his arms wrapped across the back of her neck and shoulders. When his cock started to twitch in her mouth she just relaxed and let it happen.
Still, she was surprised at how, all of a sudden, her mouth was filled with his goo. It seemed to just appear out of nowhere, slimy, salty stuff sticking to the roof of her mouth and forcing its way between her cheeks and teeth. She tried to swallow but couldn’t really with his cock in the way. She felt some of his jez leak out the corner of her mouth.
He held her as he pivoted on his ass, pulling back, then shoving in again, each time shooting more slime into her. Cally was able to swallow just a little a couple of times. She pushed on his knees to try to pull back, she couldn’t breath with him holding her like that, but she was trapped.
A couple more times he shoved into her, the last time going too deep and choking her with his dickhead in the back of her throat, but then he relaxed and leaned back, releasing her head from his arms.
Cally stayed there with his cock still in his mouth as she felt the last bits of his load leak out. She reached up and held on to it, sucking some and was surprised to feel that it was already shrinking some, getting a little softer.
“Show him,” Maurine said to her daughter.
Cally let Bobby’s cock slide out of her mouth, then sat up on her knees. Her hair was wet and messed up, strings of it stuck to her cheeks and forehead. She looked up at him while still keeping her head down, and opened her cum smeared mouth. His white goo was pooled on her tongue, more between it and her lower teeth. She pushed at it with her tongue and a sheet of sperm ran over her lower lip and down her chin. Then, as she brushed some of her hair away from her eyes, she closed her mouth and swallowed the load, having to suck at her tongue and swallow again. Now she raised to face him and opened her mouth wide to show him it was all gone.
“That was great dear,” Maurine said as she rubbed her hand across her daughter’s shoulders.
“Oh damn,…incredible…” Robert said.
“Let’s get the shower going and rinse off,” Maurine suggested.
Bobby admired his view of the naked girl as she stood up in front of him, but then had to stand and work the curtain closed. It was crowded with three of them but they had fun washing each other. After they got out, Maurine wrapped her little girl in a towel and picked her up.
“Ugh…she’s getting too big for this,” she said as she took her out the door.
By the time Richard was dried off and came out of the bathroom, the girl was asleep on the bed.
Maurine and Bobby sat naked on the bed and played two hands of gin while the girl slept. They also snacked on some cookies Robert had and shared a cup of coffee. At 1 AM they dressed the child, then themselves.
As he carried the sleeping child through the parking lot Maurine checked to make sure the envelope was still in her purse. “Get your money’s worth?” she asked.
“Oh yeah—memories for a lifetime.”
“You’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Eleven o’clock flight.”
“When will you be back?”
“A couple of weeks,” he said.
They had reached to car, Maurine was digging for her keys. “Will we see you?”
Bobby looked down at the sleeping child, then the image of watching her cum as he sucked on her hairless pussy went through his mind.
“I do alright, but I really can’t afford to do this again.”
The door was open and Richard worked the girl into the right seat, then buckled her seatbelt across her.
When he stood up, Maurine pulled on his collar, then reached up and kissed him. “Depending on how Cally feels, there might be a discount.”
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