#Exhibitionist #Incest #Mature #Tween
By Katie
Twelve year old May’s condition gets out of hand on a train. So daddy helps her find relief in a public toilet…
The countryside whipped past the train window, a blur of greens and browns, as May’s thoughts grew more vivid. The steady rumble of the train beneath them had always had a peculiar effect on her, something she’d noticed since she was much younger. Now, with the added weight of her burgeoning sexuality, it was almost too much to bear. She sat next to her dad, Tom, on the packed commuter train, her legs crossed tightly, trying to keep the growing ache between her thighs hidden.
May’s eyes darted around the crowded carriage, searching for a moment of privacy. She felt the pressure building, the same pressure that she seemed to feel every time she was in public, every time she was denied the release she craved. It was a feeling that had grown so much more intense lately, a hunger that consumed her thoughts. She knew she should wait until they got home, but the urge was overwhelming.
With a quick glance at her dad, she saw that he was engrossed in his phone, oblivious to her internal struggle. Slowly, she began to rub her thighs together, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. The fabric of her school skirt was rough against her skin, but she liked it, the way it added to the sensation. Her hand slipped under the hem, her fingertips brushing against the bare flesh of her thighs. It was a risky move, but the thrill of it only made it better.
Her heart racing, May felt her finger find its way to her wet hairless preteen folds. The slickness of her arousal coated her fingertip, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud, her eyes darting around the carriage to make sure no one was watching. The feeling was intoxicating, the rush of blood to her face and the tightness in her chest making it feel like she was about to burst.
As the train rocked back and forth, May’s hips began to gently sway in time with the rhythm, her finger moving in slow, deliberate circles. She wondered if any of the other passengers had noticed, but didn’t really care. The only thing that mattered was the sweet release she knew was just moments away. The murmur of conversations and the occasional laughter around her only served to heighten her sense of excitement, the thrill of being so close to climax in such a public place was incredible.
But Tom had noticed. His eyes had strayed from his phone, drawn to the subtle movement of May’s skirt. He frowned, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of her hand hidden beneath the fabric. He knew what she was doing, and the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He felt a mix of anger, sadness, and fear. He had hoped that the therapy would have helped her control her impulses by now, but it was clear that she was still struggling.
With a heavy sigh, Tom looked around the train, searching for a way out. The other passengers were packed in like sardines, none of them paying any attention to the father and daughter in their midst. He knew they had to get off, to find someplace private where May could find relief. The train toilets were out of the question; they were too small and too public, and the thought of his daughter finding release in such a cramped, dirty space made his skin crawl.
He glanced at his watch, noting the time. The next station was only a few minutes away. “May, please stop that” he whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “We need to get off at the next stop. We’ll find somewhere private for you.”
Her eyes open, the haze of pleasure briefly forgotten as she nodded, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, not here, not in public, she might get dad into trouble. But the need had been too strong, the ache too intense. She quickly removed her hand and straightened her skirt.
The train pulled into the station, and Tom stood up, gently nudging May to follow. The cool evening air hit them as they stepped onto the platform, the quiet of the rural station a stark contrast to the bustle of the train.
“Come with me,” he said, his voice firm but calm. He led her through the station to the family bathroom, the quiet echoing through the empty evening.
Once inside, Tom turned to face May, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. “You can’t do that on the train, sweetie,” he said, his voice low. “We need to find a way to help you control it.”
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “I couldn’t help it.”
Tom sighed, his own arousal fighting with his need to be a good parent. He knew she wasn’t lying. He had seen her struggle before, the desperation in her eyes when the urges took hold. ‘Where’s your vibrator?’ he asked gently.
May’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. ‘I forgot it at home,’ she mumbled, her eyes cast down in shame. She knew she wasn’t supposed to to leave home without it, but in the rush to catch the train, it had slipped her mind.
Tom’s frustration grew, but he knew scolding her wouldn’t help. Instead, he took a deep breath and tried to think of a solution. ‘Okay, then we’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way,’ he said, his voice tight. ‘Bend over the baby changing station, sweetie.’
May positioned herself over the baby changing station, her heart racing. She hitched up her school skirt, exposing her perfect little bottom and plump smooth preteen pussy. The cool air of the bathroom hit her sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt both vulnerable and excited, her body craving the release she had been denied on the train.
Her father’s eyes were on her, watching her every move with a mix of love, concern, and something else. She reached back and spread herself apart. The gesture was one of submission, a silent plea to her father for relief from the overwhelming sensations that had taken over her young body.
Tom went down on one knee behind her, his own shameful arousal pressing against the fabric of his pants. He knew he had to be careful, had to maintain the illusion of innocence for his daughter’s sake. His hand reached out, his thumb finding her swollen little clit, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. May’s hips bucked in response, her need for release almost painful. She moaned softly, her voice echoing in the empty bathroom.
He watched as her pussy began to glisten with her arousal, just above her little asshole puckering slightly. He knew he had to be gentle, had to keep it safe and loving. But the sight of his daughter’s barely-there pussy, the smell of her need, made him think dark thoughts. His other hand reached out, his finger tracing her slick preteen entrance, testing her readiness.
May whimpered as she felt her dad’s finger, her body tense with anticipation. She knew she needed this, needed him. She pushed back slightly, urging him to continue.
Tom’s finger slipped into her, feeling the tightness of her pre-pubescent pussy grip around him. He knew he had to be gentle, had to remember that she was his daughter, not his lover. But the sensation was intoxicating, the way she was responding to his touch, the way her body was begging for more.
“Please, daddy,” May moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need it.”
Tom’s thumb moved faster on her clit, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure as his finger slid in and out of her tight, wet little pussy. Her juices were already flowing, making it easy for him to glide in and out. She was so responsive, so eager, it was all he could do not to let his own desires take over.
But as he watched her, the way her body moved, the way she pushed back against his hand, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal. It was wrong, but he knew it was the only way to help her right now. He added a second finger, stretching her even further. May’s moans grew louder, echoing off the tiles of the bathroom stall. She felt so tight, so small around him, and the sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced.
Her muscles contracted around his fingers, and Tom knew she was close. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead as he worked her clit faster, his own cock straining against his pants. The sight of his daughter’s tight little asshole, just above his hand, was too tempting to ignore. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Does my little girl need something more?”
May nodded frantically, her body trembling with the need for release. “Yea daddy,” she breathed, her voice barely recognizable as her own. She knew it was wrong, that this was something she shouldn’t be asking for, but she couldn’t help it. The feeling was too intense, too all-consuming.
Tom’s hand paused for a moment, the tip of his index finger hovering over her puckered asshole. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He had never done this before, never even considered it. But he knew Katie had used it as part of May’s therapy, and if it helped, if it brought her relief, then he had to do it.
Slowly, so as not to startle her, he pushed his finger into her tight hole. May’s gasp was muffled by the hand she had clamped over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. May loved her little bottom being played with, it was one of her favorite parts of her therapy sessions with mum, but she never imagined her dad would might do it too.
Tom felt the tight ring of muscle give way, his finger sinking deeper into her asshole. He was surprised by how easily his finger penetrated her, and the way she immediately pushed back to take him in further. The sight of his index finger buried in her bottom, and his two middle fingers in her tiny smooth pussy, was so fucking hot, so wrong, but it was happening and he couldn’t stop.
He began to gently slap her pussy with his free hand, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. May’s hips bucked with each smack, her cries of pleasure muffled by her hand. He could feel the walls of her asshole contracting around his finger, and he knew she was enjoying it.
Tom’s cock was now straining against his pants, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her tightness around him, but he knew he couldn’t. Instead, he focused on her pleasure, his thumb moving even faster on her clit, his fingers now pumping in and out of her prepubescent holes in a steady rhythm.
“Daddy, my bottom feels so good,” May moaned, her voice muffled by her hand. “It’s so naughty, but it feels so good.”
Tom’s cock throbbed in response to her words, the sound of his fingers moving in and out of her asshole and tiny wet pussy was obscene. He knew he had to give her what she needed, had to push her over the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice strained with his own arousal. “Just let go.”
And with that, May did. Her body convulsed, her pussy and asshole tightening around Tom’s fingers as she came. Her orgasm was powerful, the kind that left her limp and breathless, her knees almost giving out. She had never felt anything quite like it, the way her body seemed to shake apart and then come back together.
Tom’s own arousal was palpable, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He knew he had to finish her off, had to give her the relief she needed. With one final push, he felt her body clench around his hand, her juices flooding his palm as she screamed out her climax. It was a sound that would be forever burned into his memory, the sweet sound of his daughter’s pleasure, the way her body responded to his touch.
As May’s orgasm subsided, Tom couldn’t help himself. He pulled his hand away and unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, throbbing member. He had never felt more conflicted in his life. The love for his daughter warred with the primal urges that had been stirred up by her condition, by the intimacy of the situation. He knew he needed to release the tension that had built up within him.
May’s eyes widened as she saw her dad’s erection, a mix of shock and curiosity etched on her flushed face. “What are you doing, daddy?” she asked, her voice still shaky from her climax.
Tom took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. “I need this, sweetie,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “It’s like daddy therapy. ”
May looked up at him with wide eyes, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. She knew what he meant, had seen the way his eyes had darkened with desire. “But daddy, it’s not right” she whispered coyly. As she wiggled her little bottom.
Tom knew she was right, but the need was too strong. He couldn’t deny himself any longer. He stepped closer, his cock just a few inches from her still-exposed pussy. He stroked himself, his hand moving in slow, deliberate motions. “It’s okay, May,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with need. “This is just part of your therapy.”
He bent his knees slightly, the head of his cock now brushing against her slick, swollen folds. She was still so tight, so small, but she was wet with desire, and he knew she needed this. He pressed the tip against her opening, feeling her body tense up for a brief moment before she pushed back, welcoming him in.
Tom groaned, his cock sliding into her with surprising ease. He had never felt anything so warm, so tight, so perfect. Her pussy was like a glove around him, her walls clutching at him as he pushed deeper. He had to hold onto the changing station to keep from collapsing under the weight of his own pleasure.
May’s eyes were wide with shock and excitement as she felt her daddy’s cock fill her up. She knew it was wrong, but the sensation was amazing. She felt so grown up, so powerful, to have this kind of effect on him.
Tom tried to keep his movements slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt her. But the tightness of her little pussy was driving him crazy. He had never felt anything like it before. With every stroke, he could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating his shaft. He knew he had to be careful not to go too fast, not to push her too far.
May’s eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth gritted as she felt her father’s thick cock slide in and out of her. It was so much bigger than anything she had ever had before, and it filled her in a way that was both painful and incredible. She had been playing with herself for years, using toys and her own fingers to satisfy her urges, but this was different. This was real.
Tom’s movements grew more erratic, his breathing labored. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the tightness of May’s pre-pubescent pussy threatening to make him come. He didn’t want it to end, but he knew it had to. He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above her ear. “You’re such a good girl, May,” he whispered. “Such a good, naughty little girl.”
And with that, May reached back, her tiny hand wrapping around his testicles. She gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling them tighten in her grip. The sensation was to much for Tom, and with a strangled groan, he pulled his cock out of her pussy, his orgasm teetering on the edge.
He stepped back, his cock still hard and covered in her juices. He looked down at her, his mind racing. This wasn’t right, he knew that. But the feeling was too intense to ignore. He had to finish, had to release the pressure that had built up inside of him.
Tom took a deep breath, his hand still on his cock. He knew he couldn’t cum inside her, he didn’t think she was old enough to get pregnant, but it just didn’t feel right.
May looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Then, to his amazement, she reached back and spread her cheeks apart with both hands, offering him her tight little bumhole. “Here, daddy,” she whispered, “You can finish in my bottom.”
Tom’s eyes widened, his cock twitching with the suggestion. He had never thought about that before, but the sight of his daughter’s perfect, young asshole was too much to resist. He stepped closer, his cock now level with her offered opening. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, trying to remember that this was his daughter. ‘But I don’t want to hurt you, May,’ he said, his voice strained.
‘It’s okay, daddy,’ she assured him, her voice a sweet and girlish. ‘I’ve had stuff in my bum before. I really like it. It makes me feel all full and tingly inside.’
What had his daughter been up to? He wondered as he lined his cock with her bum, the tip of his cock pressing against the tight ring of muscle. After a moments consideration Tom reached for the hand soap by the sink. The clear liquid squirted into his palm, and he smeared it over the length of his erection, feeling the slickness against his skin. He knew he should be ashamed, that this was a line he never should have crossed. But the need was too strong, the desire too intense.
Tom leaned back into May, his cock pressing against her asshole. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
May nodded, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and fear. “Yes, daddy,” she whispered. “I realky want you to.”
Tom took a deep breath and pushed the tip of his cock into her tight asshole. May gasped as she felt herself stretching around him, the sensation of his thickness filling her up in that way she loved.
She felt a slight burn, but the pressure was also incredibly arousing, making her clit throb with renewed need.
He pushed in slowly, giving her body time to adjust. She pushed back almost immediately, taking him deeper, eager to feel him all the way inside her.
Her breaths grew shallow as he filled her completely, the feeling of his cock stretching her so young, tight asshole was overwhelming. Tom had to bite his lip to keep from groaning out loud. She felt so incredible, so warm and welcoming around him. He knew he was crossing a line, but no longer care.
He started to move, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in, watching as her asshole swallowed him up again and again. Each stroke was met with a muffled gasp from May, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pain and pleasure. The soap had made it easier, but she was still so tight, her sphincter gripping him like a fist.
“Oh daddy,” she moaned, pushing back to meet his every thrust. The feeling of his cock in her ass was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was so intense, so taboo, and yet she wanted more.
May reached one hand around to play with her clit, her small fingers moving in circles as she tried to find the perfect rhythm to match her father’s thrusts. The sensation was incredible, her entire body feeling like it was on fire. She had never been so full, she had goosebumps.
Tom watched her, his own arousal reaching fever pitch. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life, his daughter, his little girl, taking his cock in her ass with such enthusiasm. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but the feeling was too good to stop. He thrust into her harder, his hips slapping against her flesh with each movement.
May’s orgasm was building again, her hand working her clit faster and faster. She could feel her father’s cock deep inside her, the sensation of his balls slapping against her young pussy sending waves of pleasure through her. She was so close, so close to coming again.
Tom watched her, his own orgasm approaching. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, the feeling of her tight asshole around him too much to bear. He gritted his teeth, as he drove into her harder.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he panted, his voice ragged with need. “I’m gonna fill your little bottom up.”
May’s eyes went wide with excitement and she nodded eagerly, pushing back against him, feeling him stretch her even further. “Do it, daddy,” she begged, her voice muffled by her hand. “Cum in me.”
Tom couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a deep, guttural groan as he began to thrust into her even harder, his balls slapping against her clit with each movement. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was going to explode.
Her own orgasm crested as she felt her father’s cock pulse inside her, painting her bowels with his hot, sticky cum. The feeling was amazing, and she knew she had never felt so full, so complete.
Tom’s body went rigid, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into his daughter’s ass. The relief was intense, the pleasure was almost painful in its intensity. He had never felt anything like it before, the taboo nature of the act making it all the more exhilarating.
As the last of his cum spurted out, May’s own orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. Her asshole clamped down on him, milking his cock until it was dry. The feeling of her tightness contracting around him was like nothing Tom had ever experienced, and he knew in that moment that he was lost.
He pulled out of her slowly, his cock sliding free with a wet pop. May’s asshole remained open for a moment, a testament to how wide he had stretched her. He stepped back, his cock now limp and covered in soap and their combined juices, a strand of cum connecting it to her asshole.
May just lay there over the changing station, her exposed bottom leaking cum. She felt so used, so filled, so incredibly naughty. Her cheeks were flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, her eyes glazed over with the aftermath of her intense orgasms. Tom couldn’t believe what he had just done, but the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of her tight little asshole was too much.
He reached out tentatively, his finger hovering over her still-open hole. “Did my baby girl like that?” he asked, his voice soft.
May nodded, her eyes still closed, a blissful smile on her face. “It was amazing, daddy,” she murmured. “Can we do it again?”
Tom felt a surge of excitement at her words. He couldn’t believe that she had enjoyed it as much as he had. He looked down at his cum-covered cock and knew he needed to clean them both up. But before he could move, she spoke again, her voice filled with longing.
“Can you keep playing with my bum, daddy?” she asked, her voice sweet and innocent. “It feels so good.”
Tom looked at her, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids. He knew he should say no, knew that he had already crossed so many lines. But the way she looked at him, the way her asshole was still quivering from his cock, made it impossible for him to resist.
He reached out and gently ran his finger over her asshole. Shd arched her back, pushing herself into his touch, told him she liked it. The ring of muscle was still open, still welcoming, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and lust at his daughter’s willingness.
Tom slid two fingers into slick rear hole, feeling the warmth and softness of her insides. She was so small, so delicate, and yet she could take him so easily. May’s sigh of contentment filled the bathroom as he began to explore her further, his thumb returning to her clit.
“Is that good, baby?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own desire.
May nodded, her hips rocking back to meet his touch. “Yes, daddy,” she murmured, her voice breathy with pleasure. “It feels so good.”
Tom’s cock twitched at her words, the aftermath of his orgasm already forgotten as his desire for her grew anew. He slid another finger into her asshole, feeling her tense around him before relaxing. The soap made it easier to slide in and out, and he marveled at how open she was, how she took his thick adukt digits with such ease.
He watched his twelve year old daughter, her small frame bent over the changing station, her tiny asshole stretching to accommodate his hand. The sight of it made him so hard again, he needed to be inside her again. He knew it was wrong, but the need was too intense to ignore. He lubed up his cock with more soap, the scent filling the room as he lined up with her sphincter again.
May’s ass was so sore and sensitive that every touch felt like sweet agony. She winced as her father’s cock pushed back into her, the stretching feeling more intense than before. But she didn’t want him to stop, she liked the feeling of being used, liked the way he talked to her when they did these things. It made her feel special, like she was the most important person in the world.
Her squeals of pleasure echoed in the small, tiled bathroom as Tom drove into her with an steady ferocity. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a masochistic symphony that May had never experienced before. Her sphincter clenched around him, trying to keep him inside as she felt the pressure building.
With every withdrawal, her young asshole gripped his cock like a vice, desperately trying to pull him back in. The sound of his cock sliding through her tightened ring was obscene, a symphony of wetness and need. And when he pushed back in, all the way to the hilt, she couldn’t help but grunt with the effort of taking him so deep.
May felt so full, so complete with her father’s cock inside her. It was as if she had been made for this, for this exact moment of depravity. Her thoughts were a blur of pleasure and pain, each indistinguishable from the other. All she knew was that she needed more, that she craved the feeling of him deep within her, filling her up until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Harder, daddy,” she whimpered, pushing her hips back to meet his every thrust. “Fuck me harder.”
The words coming from his daughter’s mouth should have snapped Tom back to reality, but instead, they only served to drive him deeper into the depraved act. He picked up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole with a rhythm that was almost mechanical. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingling with May’s cries of pleasure and pain.
Her hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers moving faster and faster over her clit. She was so close, so very close. With one final slap, she felt it. Her third orgasm hit, making her whole body shake. Her asshole clamped down on dad’s cock, pulsing around him as she came, the sensation sending him hurtling over the edge once more.
Tom roared as he filled her up again, his seed spurting deep into her bowels. He could feel her muscles contracting, milking him dry as she came apart around him. His cock was so sensitive, the feeling of her tightness clenching around him was almost painful, but he didn’t stop. He kept pumping into her, his own orgasm seemingly endless.
As they both came down from their shared high, Tom pulled out of her, his cock red and raw. He stepped back, his legs trembling, and looked down at May. She was a mess, her face flushed and her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her asshole was puffy, raw and gaping open, a trickle of cum leaking out.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
May nodded, still lost in the haze of pleasure, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Her dad helped her stand, his own legs feeling wobbly beneath him. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, the reality of what had just happened hanging heavy in the air.
Then, with a cheeky smile, May leaned down and gave his cock a little kiss. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the new dynamic that had formed between them. Tom’s eyes widened with surprise, but he couldn’t help the warmth that spread through his chest. In that moment, he felt a strange mix of pride, love, and lust.
“Thank you, daddy,” May murmured, her voice a mix of innocence and seductive satisfaction. She turned to face Tom, wiped a stray tear from her cheek and giggled. “That was fun, but i don’t think I’ll be able to sit down for a week.”
Tom couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, the tension of the moment dissipating slightly. “Just don’t tell mum,” he said, his tone a mix of seriousness and playfulness. May nodded solemnly, the gravity of their shared secret etched on her young face. They both knew that their relationship had shifted in a profound way, and that this was a line that could never be uncrossed.
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#Exhibitionist #Incest #Mature #Tween
