Shake That Tree

by Jodie Halliday

  “It’s soft, less physical, more emotional.”

  “What do they do that gets you off?”

  She paused again, constructing her reply, then leaned closer to him and whispered “It’s when they lick my pussy and gently suck my clit. Licking my clit normally does it.” He nodded, somewhat glad that they had finished that avenue of exploration. He looked around for the waiter. “Oh, and asshole.”

  He groaned and signaled rapidly for the waiter to bring the bill. “OK, you win!” he laughed. The pressure from his cock was pushing into her knickers and his underwear was constricting everything.

  “Don’t come in my knickers now, will you!” she said in a normal voice as the waiter approached. Harry handed him a credit card without checking the bill.

  He took her hand. “Holly, baby, this has been a crazy dinner!” said Harry as they left the table.

  “Daddy, it’s the best ever!” she said as she hooked her arm around his and cuddled him affectionately.

  “You may be right you know!”

  They walked to the car then decided that even though it was cold they were wrapped up well enough to take a quick stroll around the boats and down by the river. Arm in arm, they walked along the towpath, looking at the house boats and the large vessels moored further out into the river. Little lights flickered from the boats, the navigation lights and the city beyond. At the old customs house they stopped and looked out to the east where the river flowed into the sea.

  “Looks cold out there,” she said, hugging his arm closer.

  “Yeah, not a good night to fall in.”

  .“You’d protect me, fish me out,”

  “I would certainly do that Hol,” he said, looking down at her. She closed her eyes as she leaned in for a kiss and they embraced tenderly, slowly, sheltering from the wind under the awning of the old deserted building. He pushed her hair gently from her face and pulled her close to him, the taste of wine and good food shared on their tongues. Breathing heavily against him, she slipped her arms around his waist, resting her head against her chest where his heart raced.

  “Daddy” she sighed, squeezing him tightly. “My pussy is getting cold.”

  He laughed out loud, surprisingly pleased that the game continued outside. “Well what do you expect? You gave me your knickers in the restaurant.”

  “Can I use yours?” Shaking his head as though she was a naughty young girl he opened his jacket and allowed her to undo his belt then pull out the underwear that had been causing the bulge. She gazed into his eyes. “You’re hard!”

  “It happens,” he said, trying desperately to be nonchalant. She held onto his shoulder as he guided one foot at a time into the leg holes, then helped her pull them up, standing before they reached her skirt to preserve a little modesty.

  “Oh, that’s better. The material isn’t exactly soft though, is it?”

  “No, men’s stuff hasn’t got that far yet,” he said, wondering just why it hadn’t.

  “But they’re thick, I’ll be warm soon.”

  “Hol. Let’s go home, eh?”

  Silently, they travelled the few miles back to the house and smiled contentedly at each other as the car pulled onto the driveway. He opened the front door and allowed her to go in first, took the raincoat and guided her to the lounge but she slipped upstairs for a couple of minutes before coming back down. They cuddled at one end of the sofa to watch the news, then the beginning of a film that became more like background noise than entertainment. She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her injured arm round his waist, listening to his heart thump regularly in his chest. It was warm in the house, quiet and peaceful, just like home should be.

  “What’s Holly going to do after High School?” asked Holly, looking up at him. He smiled back, touching the soft skin of her cheek.

  “Not sure, I have a list of five universities that she could attend, probably Business Studies though.”

  “Does she enjoy school?”

  “Oh yes, even though she joined this school only a couple of years ago when we moved. She’s done well here.”

  “That happened me to me too, trying to join in groups of people who had known each other for years, it’s not easy.”

  “Yeah, she’s gone to see an old friend from her old school. Tonight actually, someone she’s known for ages.”

  “I saw lots of pictures on her wall but wasn’t sure which one was her.”

  “Dark, long hair, slim like you. I don’t think I’ve really looked at those pictures, I don’t go into her room much.”

  “I bet she’s pretty though.”

  “Want me to show you?” he asked cautiously, feeling that the room belonged to both Hollies and was still by invitation only.

  “OK, yeah” said Holly, pulling him out of the room. She knelt on the bed and took her shoes off, letting them drop to the floor. Harry knelt alongside her too, one hand on the wall to balance, the single bedside light just about enough to illuminate the pictures.

  “Here,” he said, pointing at one of the photos. “This is her.”

  “Oh, she’s lovely! What a smile, she looks so happy!”

  “Yeah, and that’s a girl called Billy next to her, the one she’s gone to visit.”

  “And who’s this?” asked Holly, touching the image of a girl with long, blonde hair which shone with reddish highlights.”

  “I think her name is Maggie”

  Holly smiled, her heart purring with the tour of her school friends, especially as she spied a picture with Jenny looking radiant, youthful in shorts and a t-shirt. “You must be so proud of her Daddy!”

  “Yeah, I think I am, she’s done well at school even though, like I said, the past two years have been tricky on her.”

  Holly sank onto the pillow and guided Harry down next to her. “Such a happy house, she’s so lucky,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. She nuzzled his neck, grinning to herself with the immense pleasure she felt from having a man to cuddle in her bed, to be able to chat sensibly without dumb childish innuendo. He kissed her hair and she snuggled closer, the meal, the events of the day, the safety all contributing to a feeling of happiness and calm. Goal number one now seemed to be achievable.

  Harry slipped his hand under the pillow and moved it over towards Holly, giving her a little more to lean on. His face rested on her hair and he could smell the shampoo which his daughter always used. He rested his hand on her back, pulling her closer but cautious not to let her feel his hardness which had been almost painful since they had knelt on the bed. The attention she had given him earlier in the afternoon had left his cock aching from the unusually hard erection and now an even greater thrill ran through him in anticipation of what might happen. He felt joined to her with the warmth and passion that flowed from her through touch and just simply being close. He hadn’t held his daughter like this for many years and even with his wife it was rare these days to say the least.

  He touched her hair, then spread his fingers through her curls, exposing her neck and the tiny little soft hairs that glistened in the pale light. He wondered if this was a goodnight cuddle or whether it would turn into something else. He would let her lead. There was no way he was going to force events in any direction and was perfectly happy to have been loved by her earlier in the day. The laptop embrace came back to mind, her tight, muscled thighs across his legs, her pussy, clad only in the thin yellow material of her shorts, bought with affection earlier in the day on a sudden whim. Then of course there were her breasts, small but picture-perfect, nipples which grew and hardened to his kisses rather than his touch. She had taken hold of his cock because she wanted to touch it and he absolutely knew that it was in no way some sort of repayment for the bed or food. She had treated it like a romantic encounter, a natural progression between two adults. But, he recalled, there had been that wriggle as he touched her buttocks which was a clear message to tread no further.

  His put his finger under her chin and tilted her head upwards, watching her
eyes open slowly and her smile develop in to a dazzling radiance. They fluttered closed again as he leaned the final inch to kiss her lips, gently and slowly pecking at her as she responded with the quietest of moans. She pulled him closer and their kisses became firmer, longer lasting but without hurry or suggestion that it might lead to anything more. Her breath smelled of Holly’s toothpaste, her lips tasting just as Holly’s would, just as he had imagined on those occasions late at night, unable to sleep. She was warm, alive, real to his touch like he had expected his daughter might be whenever he stared at the ceiling, his wife’s breathing slow, regular, facing away from him. How many times had he run through the scenario, entering Holly’s room on some pretense, finding her half-dressed and her attention drawn to his dressing gown and the pleasures it concealed? Then her delicate, child-like words about her need for a man, at which point the action always jumped to sex, to her crying out with passion as he entered her. It was usually at that point too that he gripped his cock and realised he would have to wait until he was in the shower that morning before he could consummate their loving.

  As he touched her neck Holly took his hand and entwined her fingers with his, something that she seemed to appreciate. She brought his fingers to her lips and kissed them, holding them against her cheek as she kissed his lips once again. Slowly, in her own time, she guided his hand away from her cheek, across her collarbone, over the open neck of her white blouse and onto her breast. She pushed towards him and he felt the warmth again of her body on the back of his hand and the firmness of her breast as she encouraged him to explore. Her fingers relaxed and slipped out of his grip, leaving his palm on her left breast, smooth, warm and so very young under the schoolgirl blouse. He caressed it slowly, taking his cue from her movements which were unhurried and gentle as she savored every moment of their time together. His thumb rubbed the blouse where it covered her nipple, the little ridge clear to his touch and as he sensed the gentle slopes of her skin he felt her knee move, pushing apart his legs, resting within a few inches of his straining cock.

  He reached for her leg and touched the smooth skin just below her knee, then traced a gentle path up to her thigh and round to her tight buttocks. The pleated skirt was taut and he grabbed her in his hand, squeezing, testing the response both of her muscled bottom and whether there were still limits to his exploration. She offered no objection, no wriggle this time to indicate that he should stop. He returned his attention to her breast as she pushed deeper between his legs, her knee now resting against his balls. He groaned quietly and caressed her neck, kissing her more firmly as his need for her increased. She took his hand, pressing it against her neck, stroking herself with his fingers before pulling it down, once again, over her collarbone. This time, though, their fingers came to rest on the top button of her blouse and Harry knew for sure that they would make love, just he and the most beautiful girl he had ever met. The button popped easily and he wondered when he had seen his daughter wearing the blouse. It was definitely a school blouse of regulation standard, but she had many and they were very similar. It had been against her skin at some time, against her breasts and with those thoughts he felt slightly dizzy.

  He felt Holly’s lips move into a brief smile as his finger traced down into her blouse, underneath the buttons that he had yet to conquer with the swell of her breasts still just out of reach. Her warmth though was apparent, wholesome, so very girly and inviting. As he flicked the second button he felt he was floating, on a sort of human cruise control with effortless adoration of the beauty beside him and allowed timeless exploration of her treasures. His fingers found the swell now of her breast and traced around the point where her chest rose to form the breast. Gently, slowly, his fingers touched the round globe, testing its firmness, its silky texture and the small peak that formed her nipple. To his delight she shifted with pleasure as he touched it, tweaking it lightly between his thumb and forefinger, giving himself as much pleasure as her. As the third button slipped out of the hole he pushed his knee between her legs, stretching the skirt to its full extent and causing it to ride up her thighs. It was though he had found another button to her arousal and she shifted to allow his knee to slowly slide deeper between her legs. She breathed hard as her neck bent back a little more and her kisses became more passionate. He had such a strong desire to rip the blouse off her body and wondered if he could maybe dispose of it somehow before Holly returned but thought better of it as there was one button left and after that he would be rewarded with her other breast.

  He kissed her neck then with her hands on his head he kissed down over her chest and lapped slowly at her nipple. She held his head tight in her hands, her neck stretched way back as her chest pushed out to meet his mouth. His knee slipped from the warmth between her legs and he knelt over her, caressing and suckling her breasts as she seemed to throb with pleasure.

  “Daddy!” she moaned, pulling his hair in her fingers.

  “Oh baby,” he whispered as his heart thumped in his chest. He felt a hand on his belt, then a tug and fingers slipping his trousers awkwardly down his thighs. He knew now, without any doubt, that she wanted him to make love to her and he prayed that he would last. With a quick kiss on her nipple he rose up, sat on the edge of the bed and ripped off his shoes, not caring at all if he tied knots in the laces. His socks and trousers joined them in a pile on the floor and he swung back alongside her to be rewarded by her little fingers seeking out his hard cock. She giggled as she touched him and for a second he wondered what had gone wrong, but then remembered that he was wearing pale blue boy-shorts and he laughed with her.

  “You’re wearing my underwear so that will be funny too!”

  “Oh, are you going to take my knickers off Daddy?” she said in the voice of a very young girl, feeling along the length of his cock. He leaned in and kissed her lips again, touching her breasts as her fingers slipped inside the shorts. He felt her thumb on the top of his cock, swirling around gently, spreading the precum. He touched her inner thigh, warm, smooth, opening to his advances, inches from her pussy. He pushed the skirt a little higher then made contact, trailing his finger around the gusset of the material just as she slipped the shorts down his thighs and past his knees. He hadn’t found the lingerie that he had expected.

  He looked up at her and she smiled. “They’re the old ones, the torn ones that we washed,” she confirmed. “Twenty-four hours Daddy.” She paused, waiting for the message to register. “I think I’ve been bad,” she said, staring at him calmly but with a pretend quiver of her lip. “I lost yours.”

  He thought quickly, determined that Daddy-daughter role play was on offer and decided to take a chance. “Hol, how could you lose them?” he replied with mock anger. “You’re very bad, they were my favorite pair!” he said sternly. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, did some quick mental calculations and swung her round rapidly so she knelt over his knee. She wailed at the sudden force of his grip as she flipped round and squirmed on his lap as he slapped her buttocks through her skirt.

  “I pooped them Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

  “You dirty girl. Filthy!” he growled, slapping her again, harder. “Lift your skirt Holly so I can smack you as you deserve!”

  “I’m so sorry Daddy!” She reached back and tugged the hem higher, exposing her ripped knickers and giving him his first view of the shape of her pussy and the tell-tale damp patch between the mounds of her lips. He smacked her buttocks, his cock grinding against her lower stomach and then grabbed a flap of material and pulled quickly. It gave a satisfying ripping sound and opened up a patch of skin for him to smack. After three more swings he paused, running his finger along the crack of her buttocks, feeling the slippery texture of the knickers where she had leaked. She groaned at his touch and he recalled her comments about what she liked girls to do to her. His forefinger sought out her asshole and pushed gently against the material, then scratched around it, making her squirm and groan.

  He smacked her again for good measu
re then grabbed her waist and threw her on the bed. His cock bobbed in front of him, dark and arrogant as he straddled her waist, trapping her arms. “Dirty girl, You’d better be clean!”

  “Daddy, I tried!” she whimpered, closing her eyes. He slid to the side of her body and took her neck in his left hand, bunching up the knickers in his right. Her hands gripped his wrist, trying in vain to pull his off her neck. “Sorry!” she wailed, writhing on the bed. He ripped her knickers again, judging perfectly that they would make a wonderful sound but not come off on the first attempt. He slapped the side of her buttocks, grabbed the material and pulled again, still gripping her neck in mock anger. She screamed as they came off and he pushed them up against her nose.

  “Clean?”

  “I think so!”

  “Let’s see if you washed properly!” he said, releasing her neck and quickly parting her legs. The skirt flapped up over her lower stomach and he was rewarded by the sight of her small, highly aroused pussy. He had to force himself to breath at the sight of her pale pink flesh, the little lips and the promise of her engorged vagina that lay before him. He decided that role play time had ended and gently kissed her inner thighs while staring at her pussy and the translucent trail that emanated from her vagina. She really was a little schoolgirl, laying on the bed before him, aroused, ready for his cock. His tongue flicked beside her vulva and she groaned in appreciation, touching his head with her hands as if to thank him. Her head sank back against the pillow and she opened her legs so they were almost flat on the bed as he pecked closer to the center of her sex. Each time his kiss landed on her skin she jumped slightly, surprised possibly by where it had landed or even the anticipation that he had still yet to touch her where she seemed to desperately need it.

  He shifted his attention to her small strip of hair and the clean skin that surrounded it. He licked along the length of short hair knowing full well that this was not where she needed him but she relaxed, exhaling and groaning a little as he took hold of her thighs and gripped her in his hands. His tongue traced the smooth skin at the side of her vulva, up and down each side while his thumbs parted the little globes of her buttocks, signaling that he would explore there as well. It was time, he thought, for the main course and he slipped down lower to dab his tongue at the entrance to her vagina. She almost sobbed in gratitude, a muffled sound that conveyed delight even if there was no real name for what came from her lips. He lapped a little more strongly, poking inside and finding what seemed to be the source of the viscous liquid flowing freely out of her and down over her anus. He knew he was going to have immense pleasure cleaning it up. With his tongue coated in her juices he licked along the opening of her vagina, up towards her clit and flicked the little hood with his tongue. He sensed her anus contracting and her stomach muscles bunching up as she released a pent up groan of intense pleasure. He gave it another little flick then placed his thumbs either side of her vulva, pressing the lips together before stroking very slowly up and down, pushing the bunched up skin against her hood. He continued for several minutes, patiently building up the sense of rhythm and developing a level of pleasure within her that made her shudder with increasing force.