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Veronika Hicks looked as stunning as the midday June sun as she waltzed down the staircase in a black two-piece; Her bright smile was brilliant and white, her cheeks as wonderful as snow and as sharp as ice, and her eyes like cute shiny black buttons. She hung off the bottom step one long bare leg that looked like whipped cream and she was twirling her hair as though her crush had just walked by with his cool friends. She said: “See you later, father.”

He watched her like a hawk as she balanced on one heel atop the bottom step like a little girl playing hopscotch, and he then turned away after a moment back to the picture frame he was staring at of his wife, who had died many years ago on this same night.

“I need you to look at me, father, and tell me will the boys like it when I show up to the party? I need a boy because I’m bored, and I want to dance with the same partner for once.”

“That’s tough,” Dick said, “Because you aren’t going anywhere like that.”

He waited.

The window opened and in came the wind like a enormous wave and the sound of wailing.

It shuffled the picture frame across the coffee table, as though a ghost had pushed it, until Natalia’s face fell flat on the ring-stained oak, next to the half-empty whisky bottle. Guilt stirred in his stomach like a witch’s cauldron, and he cursed himself on his stupidity for treating her like garbage. A knife twisted slowly in his chest.

“She didn’t deserve what I did to her,” he muttered to himself.

He drew back the bottle and emptied it down his throat like a fuel pump.

“You can’t stop me,” Veronika said, smirking, “I’m going to go out there and get laid, and there is nothing that you can do about it. Absolutely nothing.”

She dressed the Newel Cap with her palm and swung around the post like a green stripper.

“Stop horsing around. What are you wearing anyway? Whiskers, bra…”

“It’s my Halloween outfit. Isn’t it scary?” She purred pathetically, but cutely.

“You look like a whore.”

Veronika paused mid-swing, sighed, fighting a frown, and she forced a smile instead, and tilted her head, and said, “it must have looked good on mother.”

Dick started up from his chair, his eyes squinting madly at the girl, but he felt trouble brew down there in the form of an erection.

He sat down.

“You’ve always said I looked like your ex-girlfriend,” Veronika said, “But what about me reminds you of her the most? I wonder if my pussy looks the same to you as well.”

“Now don’t be silly,” Dick said, “It isn’t appropriate for a young woman to say such things to her old man.”

“Well, then I suppose I’ll head off and find me a nice good-looking boy…”

“Now hold on a minute. I am not going to let my young woman go out at this time of night dressing like that. In fact, I would never let you leave your room looking like that.”

She rolled her eyes and headed to the front door, “Whatever.”

Dick stood up. His eyes burned with rage as he watched his young girlfriend white-ballooned ass cheeks rub against the thin string of her black underwear as she strolled away, swaying her big hips. His penis lengthened in his trousers like a snail shooting out of its shell, and noticing this rather late, he covered his bulge with his large hand, and with the other, threw the bottle at the door, which shattered into pieces of brown confetti.

“Change your fucking outfit,” he sneered. “I’m too old and too proud for my young woman to be known by everybody as the town whore.”

“They already do,” she laughed painfully.

He said nothing.

“Billy Rodgers, Darren Jeeves: the list goes on. I’ve done them all.”

“Darren Jeeves?” His face dropped and he squinted, “You don’t mean him do you?”

“When he came over to fix your laptop a few weeks ago.”

The muscles in his face tensed, and he leaned his forehead on his hand, and pinched his eye sockets together, his elbow pressing against the oak table below him like a mole. “I ought to hit you,” he said.

“Where would you smack me, Sir?” She said teasingly.

Veronika stood at the door beside the pool of broken glass and whisky, sliding down her little white soaked hands over her soft flat belly seductively, spreading the whisky all over as though it was massage oil. She batted her lashes at Dick.

“Come here and find out,” he blurted out.

“Sir, don’t say such things,” she blushed, flashing her bright smile.

He waited.

Her pocket buzzed, and she pulled out her phone. “It’s Jess,” she said. She spun around and went to open the door.

“Not so fast,” Dick said.

“Oh, but why not? My mother wore it,” she replied, opening the door.

“I don’t care. You are not wearing it outside the house. No boy will ever look at you. Now go to your room.”

The opening door stopped half-way, and the cold night air swam into the house and onto her smooth white skin. Icy. Goosebumps.

She slammed the door shut, and said, “But my friends are expecting me.”

“I don’t care,” he repeated with a smirk. “You can still go, I don’t have a problem with that. You just need to change your outfit.”

Veronika’s eyes filled with tears and rage, and she wiped them with her hand; turning to her father, she breathed deeply, and stepped towards him reluctantly, with her arms crossed over her belly button, her breasts squeezed between them, and her hands bolted her pelvic region. She stood in front of the old man, looking down at him with her shimmering eyes full of sex, whose jet-black lashes jutted out like his erection. She blushed.

He looked away.

“Sir, please,” she whined.

He ignored her.

“Sir, please, I beg you. I will do anything you want me to do; just let me go out like this.”

Dick scanned her tight little body, and bit his lip. His eyes almost rolled back into his skull from how sexy she looked.

Sensing his attraction to her, she knelt down between his legs and placed her hand on his thighs, batted her eyelashes, and said, “Sir, I mean it; I will do anything you want me to do.”

Dick unbuckled his belt, and tore out his penis from its cloth cage, and it stood erect like the Eiffel Tower as Veronika’s hot breath pored on it. His enormous rough hands scooped his weighty scrotum out of his boxers, displaying his balls to his young woman as though they were trophies.

Veronika stiffened and gawked at his twitching shaft. She moved her head closer to it, and breathed in a lungful of its heavy musk, shuddering tremendously. Her tiny fingers then touched the base of his shaft, teasing it gently, brushing the pubic hairs dancing around it like wild fire.

Dick moaned softly, as his heart quickened into an excitement and panic, and he started to sweat profusely; He was burning up like the sun, and he panted heavily, begging her with his mad-dog eyes to continue. “I can’t,” he said. “I just can’t.”

“Can’t what, Sir?” The young attractive woman darted her eyes to his as she sank her little mouth into his long and thick penis.

“Oh, no,” he groaned. His penis was awash with her saliva and pretty lips.

Veronika bobbed up and down on his cock quickly, her hair bouncing and crashing onto his pelvis like waves in the ocean.

He looked down at her with a piercing and dark glare of disgust and projected shame, as thoughts whirled throughout his mind of his late wife, who had died from a broken heart: he had drove her to suicide by cheating on her with a younger woman. His heart sank into his guilt-ridden gut, and stirred like a hurricane, and he shot up from out his chair.

Veronika fell backwards onto the floor, her eyes wavering with fear and surprise at the sudden madness of her father. He was tall and built like a bull, and he was the only man who made her terrified to be around, not only because of his enormous stature, but also because of his unpredictable temper. She crawled away, pathetically, towards the staircase, all the while keeping her widened eyes locked on Dick.

“Where are you going?” He said.

“Back to me room,” Veronika replied quickly, her voice shaking like mad.

“That’s a good girl.”

Veronika quickly got to her feet, and bolted up the stairs, her heart pounding like an African drummer.

Dick fell into his chair, exhausted and breathless. The guilt was still there, stirring and bubbling within his stomach. He looked at another picture across the room, wherein his wife was wearing the same outfit he had told Veronika to take off, and he felt a cool wave of relaxation wash over him.

Dick stood back up and crept up the stairs, which squeaked with each step of his large and muscled body. His penis still hung out like a peeking snake from a tree. He stood outside his young woman’s ajar door, peering into her sweet-smelling room, and he watched her take off her black-laced panties. His penis became harder.

She saw him watching her, and she felt nervous all of a sudden, though she did not why, for he had seen her naked from time to time. After her heart slowed down from the initial surprise of her father watching her, she bent down so that her pussy was on display to him, before spreading it wide with her fingers, wishing his cock was inside her.

Dick licked his lips, and he stepped into the room, excited at the wondered of ravaging her tiny body like a drunken pillaging pirate. He grabbed her shaking hips with his large rough hands, and he knelt down and tasted her completely, enjoying the sweaty pussy of his young woman.

Veronika moaned as Dick carved her insides with his tongue, and she wondered how skilled he was in making a girl shiver with ecstasy.

Dick sniffed enormous lungfuls of her sweaty vagina, and enjoyed its sweet intoxicating scent, and when its smell had filled his entire head, so much so that he was incredibly dizzy, he continued to eat her out, enjoying the tingle of his ears from her loud cute moans. He wondered to himself how lucky he was to please a young gorgeous woman at his age, and he inserted finger into her crevice, which sent jolts of electricity throughout her entire quivering body. She pushed back onto him, and he wiggled his wet index finger inside her jelly.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said.

“Oh Sir, fuck me.”

Dick stood up, and positioned his young woman’s cute ass in front of his large cock, and pushed inside of her like a piston. His shaft twitched, coaxed by the soft and warm vaginal walls of his young woman. He wondered of the promise he had made to her mother, to not have sex with a younger woman ever again after his affair, but he could not withstand Veronika’s sweet cunt. His heart pumped rapidly, and he fucked her quickly. She moaned, and her tits flopped. He squeezed them, but they were so big that they escaped easily out of his hands.

“Oh, Sir, you are so good,” she panted.

Dick bucked his hips quickly, exerting himself tirelessly over her little body, which was knelt in the doggy position. His heart was pounding at a million beats per minute, and he felt like keeling over and dying of a heart attack right then and there on her back, but he soldiered on, as though it was his duty to fuck his young woman senseless and mercilessly. Her bountiful heart-shaped ass made his penis hard as a rock, as he thrust it into her vagina at breakneck speed, clapping it over and over like the sound of an applause in an auditorium. It was mayhem, and he was deliriously happy.

“I’m going to cum!” She said, her cute face contorted like a porn star.

“Me too,” Dick replied, breathing heavily, and fondling her bouncing tits.

Veronika flopped to the floor like a fawn near death, as she came multiple times on his guzzling cock. She panted over and over, barely able to collect herself as she oozed his semen from her gaping vagina.

Dick’s legs buckled under him, and he collapsed on the floor, his penis flopping and shrinking down to his empty scrotum.

NSFW: yes

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