Shake That Tree

by Jodie Halliday

  “Daddy!” she gasped, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them hard.

  “Come for Daddy,” he said gently as he massaged her pussy. He leaned down and ran his thumb over her swollen labia, rubbing the thick liquid up over her clit. She shook violently at the touch and seemed to be sobbing as he lay down between her legs, grinding his cock against the sheets for good measure. He licked her clit more forcefully now, listening to her groans and sensing how close she was. “Holly, baby, come in Daddy’s face!”

  “Oh fuck!” she hissed, pinching her nipples as he licked in a circular motion around the little nub while massaging her pussy lips. She writhed around which made it difficult to keep his tongue on her clit but she didn’t seem to care as she began to groan more frequently. She was so very wet and he took delight once again in the tiny size of her pussy and the delicacy of her lips. Suddenly, he knew she was on the road to orgasm and he recognised the signs that she was seconds away. He maintained his rhythm, licking her clit with a little more force and allowing a finger to graze her anus. She screamed at his touch and froze with her buttocks up in the air and her pussy jammed into his face. He felt her come as she squirted against his chin and shook in place, suspended off the bed, gasping for breath that just wouldn’t come. Several seconds later she exhaled, then again and her screams came rhythmically, not in time with his tongue but of her own cadence, dying away slowly in volume and frequency as she regained control of her limbs. Harry kissed her inner thighs and placed his palm over her pussy giving her another source of mild orgasm. She opened her eyes and simply stared at him, open mouthed, saying nothing. Eventually, she exhaled, shaking her head slightly as though in disbelief.

  She pulled him to her side and kissed him, tears in her eyes. He wriggled out of her arms and pulled her up off the bed, moved the duvet cover and sheets down the bed and then got into bed with her, wrapping them up together in the warmth and afterglow of her orgasm. She laid her head on his shoulder and savored the absolute security of his presence.

  “Daddy,” she whispered into his chest as she nestled closer, feeling his warm skin against the side of her face. He kissed her hair and held her tight as her breathing slowed. “My Daddy,” she said and he knew she was crying. He moved slightly to the side so that his rigid cock wasn’t poking her in the ribs but she pulled him back towards her and looked up into his eyes for a kiss. He brushed the tears away and kissed her lips, delighted to feel her fingers trailing down over his chest and into the pubic hair underneath his cock. Tiny fingers found the tip of his cock and the thrill surged through him again with the feeling of a new person, unknown hands and a new touch on his most precious possession. They seemed to explore rather that stroke him, feeling the length and girth and the way his balls hung from his body. They kissed gently as she lightly touched him and only once giving his cause to worry when she squeezed his balls too tight in her hand. He shifted and she understood the message, resuming her exploration of his hardness. The delicacy of her touch was magical and he knew that he would come in her hand if she continued much longer. He kissed her harder, hoping she understood the meaning and to his delight she slowed and then stopped. Her hand moved to his buttocks and grabbed him tightly, feeling his muscles, again, exploring her man. He felt her push against his side, guiding him. He slid in between her legs, parting them with his weight, his cock flapping onto her landing strip, ready for takeoff.

  Harry moved down her young body and looked at her pussy, his target. If the landing strip hadn’t been there she might have been twelve or thirteen. She was so small, yet wet, expectant and he sensed that this was a hugely emotional moment for her. He positioned himself at her entrance, took his cock in his hand and slowly rubbed it up and down her vulva. She gasped, then reached out and held it as well. She looked up at him, imploring, anxious.

  “Daddy,” she gasped, as though fighting for breath. “Daddy, be gentle, slow.”

  He stared down at her wonderful flushed face and saw a look that bordered on fear. “Baby?”

  “Daddy, please?” she said, gripping his cock a little harder. He let go of it himself and leaned in to kiss her lips.

  “Hol, is it OK?” he said with some concern, thinking that maybe she had experienced pain on previous occasions.

  “I’ve not had a boyfriend,” she replied, looking away from him.

  “Oh Hol. Oh baby!” he sighed, short of breath as the message sank in. “I didn’t think, I’m so sorry!” Remorse didn’t really enter into his mind, but he was definitely overwhelmed by the gift this young girl was giving him.

  “Shh, just slowly, please? Now”

  “Oh god,” he whispered, kissing her as his cock pushed in between her outer lips. He said a silent prayer to the god of orgasms that he be left alone for as long as possible. She was tight but not impenetrable and he slid in a little way and stayed still, allowing her to adjust to the feeling as she moved gently beneath him. He bathed in the heat from within her as his cock nestled in her vagina, wrapped tightly by the slippery, tight walls. She reached up and held his face in her hands, kissing him passionately as he pulled out and pushed back in again. His cock was a raging, aching hardness of manhood and the whole length seemed to complain about another record erection. He moved forward again a little further and hit the obstruction. He looked at her, questioning and she bit her lip. He pulled out and she cried out in despair.

  “Daddy!”

  “Shh, it’s ok, you go on top, more control,” he said, guiding her around as he lay down on the bed in her place. She straddled him as she had on the sofa, then took his penis, flipped the skirt out of the way temporarily and aligned herself, testing the fit as she stroked him across her lips. She groaned as she slid down his pole, stopping maybe half way to grip his shoulders. Like he had done, she leaned in to kiss his lips and then pulled up slowly and dropped. She gasped at the shock, but not so much in pain as what appeared to be relief and a look of pride washed over her face. After a minute she pulled up very slowly, testing the feeling, then sank again, kissing him hard as she smiled and even giggled at her achievement. He watched her erotic movement, stylish and quickly gaining in confidence. Her small breasts seemed to be almost fixed in position on her chest even as she rose and fell with increasing rapidity, her eyes closed, head tilted up towards heaven. He gripped her sides and rested his thumbs below her breasts, guiding her, pacing her as he filled her vagina and found her cervix.

  He dearly wanted to see and feel her come again, especially as she slid up and down his cock so beautifully so he shifted his hands and held her little breasts in his palms, tweaking the nipples occasionally. He could feel little spurts of her juices hitting his pubic hair, slowly travelling down between his legs and onto the bed. He gripped her buttocks and squeezed hard, guiding her and helping her move up and down. She groaned in appreciation and used her right hand to gently massage her clit as she rode him. Harry used his strength to power her up and down on his hardness, feeling the intense grip she had on his cock and delighted that he was nowhere near to orgasm. His slid his middle finger around to her anus and rubbed her wetness up from her pussy and around the little hole.

  “Oh fuck yeah!” she shouted, still massaging her clit. She struggled for breath but continued pounding onto his cock. Harry gripped her buttocks tighter, forcing her down onto him as he pushed his finger into her anus. She shrieked with pleasure, shuddered during the next few powerful strokes then threw her head back, laughing and squirting over his stomach. She rolled off him quickly, her head banging against the wall as she rubbed her pussy and continued to squirt over the bed. Her laugh was one of delight, amazement, of the pleasure in achieving something monumental. “Oh my god! Oh shit, oh!” she squealed, looking at him and back to the stream coming from deep within her, her eyes glinting mischievously as she looked from his eyes to his cock. She lay down, panting, soaked and pulled Harry between her legs. He knelt, aligned his cock and slid in quickly, banging against her buttocks and thighs without any consider
ation for her. She groaned in thanks and he pulled back so that just the tip of his cock remained inside her, then set up a slow, deep stroking that began to stoke his orgasm.

  He rested his elbows beside her breasts and leaned down to kiss her lips. She responded with passion and an intensity that delighted him. He kissed her cheek, then down her neck and breathed into her ear, kissing her gently, whispering to her. She shuddered and quickly brought her feet up and over his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside. His hands slipped down her back and grabbed her buttocks again, pulling her tight, binding their bodies. Her legs gripped him harder and he felt her shudder with delight as he breathed against her ear and flicked his tongue inside. His brain registered the probability of orgasm and he groaned as he thought that he would be filling this little girl up with his come, deep inside her. He would be giving her his gift, her first sexual experience with a man who would fill her little pussy to overflowing. His finger slipped down over her anus and she gasped, shuddering as though he had found the magic switch. She gurgled madly as he pushed deeper, writhing against him in a frenzy of passion and lust. He pushed his tongue into her ear again and felt her anus pulse, then her mouth opened and her pussy gripped his cock as though it was trapping him inside. He pounded inside her as the orgasm approached, not caring at all about her as the pulsing in his balls began. He shouted out as he came, shuddering, shaking, pumping her hard as the orgasm hit. She shook, her pussy rippling in sync with her anus as their combined juices leaked slowly from within her. His head hurt, pounding with blood as he slowed his pace, swapping hard, short strokes for longer lengths as he continued to pump and she hung on to him with all her strength, her orgasm making her shake and shudder beneath him. Harry sensed the wetness between them, his matted pubic hair and the drying patches of her orgasm which had soaked his chest. He slid lower, relaxing his arms, sensing her limbs around him, her warmth, vitality and child-like delight in their first love-making. She turned to him and kissed his cheek as he lay on top of her with his head jammed into the pillow. He smiled and looked across at her, inches from her little nose.

  “Daddy,” she whispered, tears again in her eyes. “My beautiful Daddy.” She breathed out slowly and noisily as though savoring every minute of their first sex. He was still rock hard inside her, an occasional spurt of his come making it to the end of his cock. He started to pull back but she stopped him with a hand on his back and shook her head. “Just lie there, on top of me, inside me?” she asked quietly. Harry rested his head on the pillow and stared into her bright eyes, happy to obey her request but genuinely concerned that he may be too heavy for her. He thought of her bruises and moved slightly to take pressure away from the two areas. It struck him immediately that less than twenty-four hours earlier he had been trying to break her skull with a baseball bat without a care in the world for any outcome. His eyes screwed shut as he realised that he could have blinded her, or shattered her thigh bone or arm. Instead of lying underneath him she could have been lying in intensive care. But his thoughts turned to the vision of her as she had laughed gleefully, sliding off his sticky stomach and had banged her head on the wall next to the picture of his daughter. She had laughed so hard, with such a delighted expression of honesty, of open celebration between them in the most natural way imaginable as her little fingers flew across her clit.

  Finally, after several more minutes, his cock started to shrink and he slipped out of her then rolled onto his side to give her a chance to breathe again. He felt cold and taking her hand he led the way to the bathroom. If he had turned round he would have seen her grimacing with pain with every step she took, limping to keep the weight off the bruised thigh. They showered together, put on the minimum number of clothes and made their way to the kitchen for a mutually agreed late-night snack. Warm milk and chocolate biscuits seemed to be the order of the day and they sat close to each other at the kitchen table, savoring the glow of their love-making.

  Holly touched his hand and said “Daddy?”

  “Yes, you can,” he replied.

  “Can what?” she asked, surprised.

  “You can stay in my bed tonight,” he said, looking into his milk. She slapped his arm playfully.

  “How did you know I was going to ask that?”

  “Because if you didn’t ask I would have done.”

  She wrapped her arm around his and grinned with delight. “I want to wake up next you to so I know we’ve been together through the night, just me and my Daddy.”

  And so they finished their snack, turned off the lights and slipped into the bed where she lay on his wife’s side and he took his normal place. They kissed tenderly then he turned out the light and he was asleep within minutes. Holly however found it difficult to get into a comfortable position but by lying on her good side and bending her injured leg she managed to find peace such that the euphoria of the day washed over her and carried her off to sleep.

  Chapter 14 – Child in time

  Lydia pulled out of the driveway and headed out of her in-law’s estate towards town. She had agreed to collect Holly at eleven that morning which gave her ninety minutes to do the twenty minute journey. Traffic was light as it was Sunday and she frowned as she past the village church, not giving a second glance to see if there was anyone she knew. A mile down the road she pulled into a public park and switched off the motor.

  She took her cell phone from her bag and began the task of reviewing messages, IMs and email. She replied to Joe that she was fine without adding any kisses or flirtatious remarks, an indication she hoped that their meetings were not going to be regular. She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes, thinking about their evening tryst. She had woken that morning and the thoughts of the sex, enjoyable as it had been, were replaced by a deep gnawing in her gut that told her that the episode had been foolish in the extreme. The remote location, the basement, the hooded figure and only a fifty-fifty chance that it had even been Joe who grabbed her from behind made her shiver. The fact that she was dripping wet just going down the basement stairs concerned her and she hoped it wasn’t an indication of what she required in the future to get aroused. Also, and in retrospect, any number of accidents could have befallen either of them and a call for help would have invited some very unwanted questions.

  The promise of another man and possibly being tied up with a woman had some attraction, but the risks had been increasing with each rendezvous. She had no idea if Joe was doing similar things with other women, but the thought of catching some sexual disease from him occurred to her just as it had the first time they had met. She wondered whether if he was indeed seeing other women then what was he doing to them, and if he escalated that activity, would she be expected to fit in along the every rising curve of exploration. She didn’t know where he lived, but then he didn’t know where she did either. They communicated by email only and so, after some deeper thought, she decided that last night would be their last time. She had exorcised the need for exploration from her mind and body and it was time to maybe convince Harry that it was OK to experiment a little.

  She smiled a little to herself as she watched a couple walking along the path towards the lake. Harry was a good man and she knew she had been on his case, unfairly, for several years, taking out her own frustration with the declining religious beliefs as though he had forced her to spend so much time and effort trying to maintain the façade. The pointless arguments about spending so much money on church occasions, coffee mornings and outings were avoidable. The way he had absorbed her frustrations and nagging made him look like a saint. Her family deserved much more than she had been offering up until this point.

  She speed-dialed the house and waited for him to pick up.

  “Hey!” she said, softly, unusually pleased to hear his voice. He responded in his normal tone as though waiting for her next command. “How’s it going?” she asked, watching the couple in the distance.

  “Fine, how’s Mum and Dad?” he asked, alert to her tone. The difference between
the previous call about the charger and this could not have been more different. The sing-song phrasing suggested a vitality, her college-age style of expression.

  “They’re fine, went out for lunch yesterday. I’m on my way to collect Holly from Billy’s place.”

  “Oh good, she spent the night there then?”

  “Yeah, which was fine, she needs to catch up I think and Billy’s folks are so nice.”

  “Yeah, true.”

  “Hey” she said, pausing to signal that something delicate was coming. “Your Mum and Dad had a visit from the Police yesterday”

  “The Police?”

  “Yeah. Look, Harry, she told me a few things, about events that happened a long time ago, before I even knew you.”