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Chapter Five: We Make a Discovery
I was a kid with a new toy! Every day I was still naked except for my heels, and was mercilessly leading my Daddy on to sexual excess. One day, what seemed to me to be a very dirty idea indeed popped unbidden into my already dirty young mind. The more I thought about it, the dirtier the idea seemed, and the more I liked it. Dear reader, I bet you’ll really enjoy wanking to this story!
We’d just had lunch, the two of us at the table by the pool, and were just finishing off. I was sipping a cold Belgian wheat beer and Daddy was happily puffing a Cohiba and finishing off the light white wine we’d shared. He was still in the shade but the sun had moved round and I was beginning to feel its heat directly on the front of my body. Although my face and shoulders were still protected by the awning, my tits and stomach were not. I looked down at myself; even my thighs were glistening with sweat and roasting gently in the full, hot glare of the sexy, French afternoon siesta time.
I waited until he’d poured himself the very last drop from the bottle then took it from him, and rubbed its cold, dripping wet surface over my overheated tits, breathing deeply to lift my nipples, pressing them hard against the cool glass. They immediately hardened; they’re very sensitive. I sat up straight, legs together, and stretched over to pick up the silver bucket of iced water from its stand. Even with my knees pressed hard against one another, when I looked down between my tits I could that there was a wide gap between my thighs at my pubic mound, so, as my Daddy watched, I tightly crossed my legs one over the other leant back in my chair, and emptied the freezing iced water down the front of my body.
I gasped as the sudden cold hit my tits and nipples and then poured down across my stomach to create a pool of freezing water and ice cubes in my lap. My wide, dark patch of curly pubic hair was completely inundated by the cold, sexy deluge. I then relaxed my crossed legs a little and felt the freezing water trickle slowly down over my cunt lips. Wow! Can I tell you, on a hot afternoon there’s nothing so cool and sexy as a little ice water trickling slowly down between my legs.
My slim, young body glistened in the sun, my tits and hard nipples dripping. Looking at my wet and sexy young body, Daddy suddenly had a huge erection tenting his shorts; to make room for it he had to sit forward and spread his legs.
He said: “Baby Girl. You never cease to surprise and excite me.”
Dear reader, I hope I’m surprising and exciting you.
All to soon the hot sun dried the water as it lay on my body.
“Daddy,” I said; “Do we have any more cold water?”
“I’ll get you some,” he said, stepped across to the pool house fridge, and came back with two big bottles of Evian. They were straight from the fridge, dripping with cold condensation. I clasped my hands behind my head, smiled up at him, and once again leant back in my chair. He slowly emptied the first bottle over me, letting it trickle over my stomach; it was heavenly. Then he poured the water over my tits and nipples, exciting me even more with its wonderful, freezing flow. He then opened the second bottle and simply up ended it just above my tits. The freezing water splashed everywhere, even over my shoulders to run down my back; that gave me a shudder, which of course made my tits sway seductively. He emptied the bottle over me so it streamed over my stomach to once again soak my pubic mound, and eventually excite my cunt with its freezing intimacy.
My body may have been cooled, but my desire for dirty sex was suddenly superheated! I looked my Daddy in the eye:
“Take off your shorts, Daddy. Lets see if it works for you too.”
(Boys, don’t try this at home. Read on and you’ll see why!)
He quickly kicked off his shorts and quickly returned from the fridge with a couple more bottles. Naked, and with a very stiff cock, he sat on the table right in front of me and spread his legs. In my excitement I opened both bottles and threw the tops away, and then simple poured the contents both of them down his chest. The freezing liquid splashed over his stomach and all over his cock, soaking his balls and pubic hair. He gasped with the sudden shock, and I was sorry to see his stiffness soften a little. I suppose I hadn’t really believed the tales about the effects of cold water on a man’s erect cock, but there it was, still large and quite hard, with full balls between his thighs, but definitely not so beautifully stiff as it had been. Oops! You have to remember that I’d only just turned seventeen and still had lots to learn.
I took his cock gently in my hands and said:
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just didn’t think.”
Then I said:
“I have a very dirty idea which may help. Shall we try it?”
(Boys, definitely get your girlfriend to do this for you. You’ll love it!)
I didn’t wait for an answer, but stood up in my heels and helped him to get down from the table and to sit in what had been my chair. I then climbed up where he had been, and sat down, wide legged, in front of him. I put my feet on the arms of his chair, on either side of him, and lay down, flat on my back. He was now in my chair, and I was flat on my back with my wide-open legs on either side of him. Got the picture?
Now I know I’d made a mistake about the effect of cold water on him, but I’d been dead right about the on-going effects of cold water on my body, particularly my stomach and bladder. After all the wine and the couple of beers I’d had at lunch, I was desperate for a piss. The freezing cold water and ice on my stomach, bladder and cunt had finished the process. I was going to have to piss very soon, whether I liked it or not!
I’d already been kind of experimenting a little with the effect of pissing on our sex games. I had found that I liked the full, sexy feeling deep inside me when I deliberately held on to my piss, sometimes holding on to the point of being almost unable to walk! Then I would press both my hands on my bladder!
I’d started making loud remarks about being desperate, and then leaving the bathroom door open when I was sitting on the toilet, letting myself piss a little, then making myself stop half way through, then starting again. Making it last longer and developing my control of my bladder. I’d seen where this was going to go and I wanted all of my body to be our plaything. I’d practised spinning out my pissing for ages, stopping and starting with the thought that my Daddy might come to see what I was up to, but he’d been too much of a gentleman to come and see his daughter take a piss. Now it was time to change that.
Lifting my head so I could see his face, I said:
“Daddy, I’m sorry the cold water made you soft. It makes me very feel sexy. Now I’m going to see if hot water makes me feel good too. Watch this.”
I lay back in front of him with my wonderfully tight, full bladder, and relaxed my control just a little, allowing a tiny trickle of my hot, sweet piss to appear on my cunt lips. I stopped and lifted my head to see his reaction. My Daddy was sitting between my legs, staring at my now shiny cunt. I relaxed again let a little more go. I could feel it trickle down from my cunt, over the tiny bit of sensitive pelvic skin, to my arsehole. I’d never pissed lying on my back before and had certainly never felt my hot piss gather on the rosebud of my arse. It was a simply wonderful feeling, and I thought:
“What the hell, here we go,” and I spread my legs as wide as I could, relaxed my bladder completely, and pissed all over my Daddy’s chest, stomach and cock for some moments before I stopped; still feeling quite full, and nervously lifted my head again. He was staring at me in amazement and we were absolutely still for a moment, me fearing the worst! The he closed his eyes and bent forward to kiss my sopping wet cunt, licking the piss from my cunt lips and swallowing it before coming back for more.
Delighted, I lifted myself up on to my elbows so I could see more of him. His cock was a shining pillar of flesh growing vertically from between his thighs, shining with my piss. He smiled at me so, still propped up on my elbows and staring at him, I relaxed my bladder once again, rocking my pelvis forward to direct my spray a little lower, all over my his beautiful, stiff cock.
My piss was in fact splashing everywhere; his stomach, his cock and balls of course, and between his legs. He was sitting naked on his chair in a pool of my piss, fresh, hot, sweet, and straight from my body on to his. The feeling was wonderful!
Then it got better. I was still pissing, absolutely in full flow, and he leant further forward and placed his lips firmly on my cunt lips, and started swallowing deeply, drinking my piss straight from my body in to his. I’ve never felt so as one with my Daddy! The force was such that it splashed everywhere, soaking his face, his hair, his whole body; it trickled from the corners of his mouth and went up his nose, but still he swallowed my hot, yellow fluid, his eyes closed in delight, enjoying every dirty, depraved minute of our dirty, perverted fun together.
Eventually of course, I was empty, like the bottles of Evian. However, he wanted more, and I wanted to give him more. Also I missed the lovely, sexy, full feeling in my lower stomach and bladder.
“Press on my Daddy. There might be more. Empty me.”
So he stood up, leaned over me, and pressed gently on my stomach; I moved his hand lower down on to my bladder, and lifted his other hand so both were pressing down on me at the same time. I had to tell him to press harder. We were rewarded with a tiny last trickle, which my Daddy quickly caught in his hand and held to my lips. I licked and sucked it greedily, wiping his piss soaked hand all over my face before reaching up and pulling his face down on mine. We wrapped our arms round each other and kissed deeply, each licking our tongue round inside the other’s mouth, both intoxicated with the taste of my piss and the wonderful, dirty depravity of what we had just done.
“I’m empty, Daddy,” but I was still feeling sexy, and my Daddy still had a hard cock pressing into my stomach as he lay on top of me, so I kissed him once more, and let my arms drop from round his back. He immediately got off me and helped me to get up off the table. We stood facing each other, both naked except for my heels, the tip of his erect cock pressing in to my stomach. He sat down on the edge of the table where I’d just been lying on my back, and I sat down on the chair he’d just vacated right in front of him and I pushed his legs wide apart. I then as my sweet, aromatic piss dried on both our bodies, I gently squeezed the tip of his cock between the thumb and fingers of my right hand, cupped his hairy balls in my left hand, and gave my Daddy a wank. I moved my right hand slowly up and down, getting faster as his breathing increased, and rolled his balls around in their sac with my other hand. He started to push forward, thrusting his cock against my fingers so I was forced to change my grip so that my full fist was wrapped round it.
I carefully aimed it upwards at my face, and I wasn’t disappointed. With a shout he pushed himself almost off the table and his cock erupted, spraying his grey, slimy spunk in to my waiting, open mouth. My hand kept pumping him and he kept thrusting forward, ejaculating all over my face. I ran my tongue round my lips and swallowed some of his spunk, and opened my mouth for more as the slippery, salty taste coated the back of my mouth and slid down my throat.
I sat there, still wanking him as the last few drops of his cum shuddered from his body, direct from his body on to mine. I bent forward and licked the last trickle to ooze from his cock, and he was done.
“Thank you, Baby Girl,” he croaked.
I smiled up at him, his sticky cum trickling down my cheeks and dripping from my face and fingers:
“I’m a bit of a mess, Daddy,” so he helped me to my feet and pulled me towards him and kissed my mouth and cheeks, eventually kissing and licking all of my face clean of his spunk. I held myself still as he did it, teasing him by letting some of the spunk that I had kept on my tongue leak out around my lips so he had to do them again, and again. I felt his cock as it softened in my grasp, so I gently stroked him up an down his soft cock once or twice, softly wanking him to draw the very last of his cum from him, before bending down to wipe his cock clean on my cheeks and nose and offering them to his soft tongue for cleaning.
Then it was done. We had discovered that we were each just as dirty minded as the other. My face was clean, licked by his tongue; his cock was, for the moment, spent, wanked by my hand. He’d asked me to “lead him on.” Didn’t I just!
Just remembering all that has made me very wet; my fingers are sticky with it. Dear reader, I hope your cock is stiff in your hand.
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