Elite Daughter Swapping

by Lisa Smiles

It's not a sex ring. It's an extended family of daughter loving daddies whose princesses must be 18 or 19 and ranked no lower than eight-out-of ten for their looks. Most men would be spent by the ice breaker games. But not these daddies. They are used to taking the freshest and best, deeply and intrusively, during marathon sessions that last until dawn.

A 3300 word story.


Her breasts are fantastic. She’s put glitter on them. What an entertainer! These girls are all sexual wonders. Her nipples are the color of her lips and are equally soft.
What’s under the skirt then? It’s held by a latch and short zip at the back. My time as an incest community die-hard has made me expert in removing every youth fashion. There’s not a button or catch I haven’t undone. I can remove elasticated bras without spoiling their hairstyles. I don’t stretch their panties when I pull them off over their shoes. I know all the little worries that go through these girls’ heads. It’s funny how they can take sperm from 5 five different men with no worries, but have a meltdown if they can’t find an earring at the end of the night or find a drop of that sperm on their fancy high heels.
I’ve knelt on the floor to expose, smell and gaze at her nether regions.


She has a natural teenager bush still in the process of expanding so not due for taming for another few years. The lips are just like the ones I was kissing, but they smell more like pilchards than cheese snacks. I’ve got her naked now except for the stockings. I know these lace stocking are a magnet for cum-stains and they’re probably her favorites that daddy bought for her when they went shopping. I can’t take them off though. They’re driving me wild.
“Put your foot up on the bed hon,” I tell her. I don’t waste a moment before diving in for the kind of snack daddies prefer over crisps.
I just fucking love girl’s vaginas!


About the Author

In their physical details, taboo acts can sometimes be no different from boring old honeymoon love scenes, but that's not my main focus. What fascinates me are relational details, or the way girls do their makeup, or the way incest is bass jumping compared to other sex that's just cricket. Why is that? It's precisely because of the fear. In the arts that fear is called The Sublime. You might feel it in your chest when you read me.

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