March 2008 Contest Winner

[SIZE="3"]"Being St. Patricks Day I think we should celebrate the 
occasion by dancing with the green fairy for a bit," Colin 
told his daughter as she sat upon the table playing the 
role of spoiled brat once again. 
 
"I think we should start our day the modern Irish way and  
each have a bowl of Lucky Charms," she giggled as she held 
the box between her legs concealing the nakedness below 
her Green Day T-shirt, its slogan proclaiming "Kiss Me I'm Punk". 
 
Colin chuckled thinking to himself how much more precocious 
she was now at seventeen when he'd thought that all had risen 
to the top and boiled over when she'd hit sixteen last year. 
 
"Sure you don't want to get lucky and pluck yourself a green  
clover from my pussy bowl?" Tara asked teasingly as she sprinkled 
the dry cereal atop her mound and leaned back upon the table, 
her legs held wide to tempt her father all the more. 
 
Colin sat the bottle of "Deva Absenta" Absinthe on the table 
along with the tray containing the glasses, cubes of sugar, 
slotted spoon and butane food torch. 
 
Taking a chair at the head of the table Colin clasped his daughter 
by the ankles sliding her across its smooth polished surface and  
resting her legs upon his shoulders. 
 
He began kissing along her inner thighs, his lips lightly floating  
across the surface of her skin as he inhaled deeply to capture 
her sex scent.   
Tiny nuggets of the dry cereal and marshmallows clinging to 
her warm from bed flesh as he swiped them up with his tongue 
and edging closer to those puffy folds concealing her tender slit. 
 
"Go for it Daddy, eat me straight the fuck up," Tara gasped 
as she reached down to run her fingers through his salt and 
pepper flecked brown hair. 
 
Colin pressed his face over her mound, nibbling at the morsels 
of cereal entwined within the fine layer of honey colored pubic 
hair that Tara kept closely cropped. 
The sweet bits of marshmallows moistening and becoming 
sticky as his tongue licked over them while sucking them 
into his mouth to swallow. 
 
He was nude save for the Turkish Terry robe he wore that 
was now opened at the waist to expose his erection. 
Leaning into her pubic Y he buried his face within 
the humid chalice of her sex, one hand cupping and rolling 
his large balls as the other gripped tightly about his cock stalk. 
 
"Suck my clitty off Daddy, nip it between your teeth while 
you get that prick good and hard to fuck me with," Tara moaned. 
 
Colin pressed his lips over his daughter's clit, the skin now 
dark cherry red in hue and tense with a swelling that had 
come through his hungry manipulations over the hood concealing 
it.  His teeth clamped down upon the rigid nub and he began 
a firm raking of the tender flesh back and forth as his tongue 
flicked out to tease and tickle it. 
 
Tara moved her hands from Colin's hair and placed them 
on either side of her vaginal lips, parting them to allow him 
further access to her now weeping cunt channel. 
Her hips undulating beneath the experienced tongue 
and lips of her father as she pressed herself harder over 
his face. 
 
Her hips rolled with a languid motion, quivering with each 
flick of his wet tongue as it sliced across the rigid knot 
he held captive between his teeth. 
 
 
"Make it cum off Daddy--------------make your baby girl  
cream all over your face," she squealed, her breath catching 
in mid-sentence. 
 
Colin's teeth released the swollen bud as he sensed his 
daughter was rushing headlong into a powerful climax. 
With his tongue he began lapping up the sweet secretions 
trailing down the silken folds and pooling within the pucker 
of her ass. 
 
Working downward he cleansed that area as well, his tongue 
stabbing into the warm oval and lashing at the clear juices 
slickening it.  He knew this would push her over the edge as 
he'd learned from past experience all the ways to spin her up 
and push her beyond her own level of control. 
 
Feeling her father's tongue wiggling into her rectum was that 
sensual precipice that Tara could no longer cling to.  
She whimpered and pressed her ass brutally over his face forcing 
his tongue deeper into the warm anal cavern. 
 
"Here it comes Daddy, I'm going to fucking cum like mad," she 
choked as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. 
 
Colin quickly moved his mouth to once more clasp over her clit, 
his lips nursing the knot as if it were a tiny nipple and seeking 
to extract milk from it. 
Suckling the bud he nipped along the length of it with his teeth 
as he felt that rush of wetness smear over his chin and knew she 
flowing copiously, just the way he loved savoring those sweet 
delicate juices. 
 
The smell and taste of her sex cream was an intoxication the likes  
of which he'd worshipped as if it were the richest of wines or liqueurs. 
As she continued to leak those slippery ribbons from her pussy he  
would devour them with a ferver that made his body tremble just 
as hers did from these oral ministrations. 
 
Her bottom vibrated upon the table top as Tara felt her Father 
leeching the essence of her sex from within her steamy core. 
An ache now building to feel him spread her with that thick erection 
that she loved to coat with those same sensual seepings. 
 
Lifting his face up, he licked at his lips to consume the 
sweet sheen of his daughter's orgasm.  Colin saw the blush 
spread across Tara's cheeks, her eyes tilted back into their  
sockets and knew she was reveling in her fuck lust and would need  
him to mount her as she came crashing down. 
 
"Now it's Daddy's turn to feel some lip love," he teased as he stood 
up and gripped the thick member of his manhood and shook it at her. 
 
"I can promise you that this is far more magically delicious than 
that litte Leprechaun fucker." 
 
 
To Be Continued----------------[/SIZE][/COLOR]

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