On Saturday mornings, April Dream would barefoot down the hall to her parents bedroom to watch the cartoons with her Daddy just as she was doing on this Saturday morning at exactly one minute before seven, only today there was a difference.Today along with the cartoons or perhaps instead of cartoons, April had a date with her Daddy's cock.
Mister Cock had been a hidden and secret third party at the cartoon sessions. On occasion, however, the seven year old would spy the cock's presence in her Daddy's jammies or see its bulge in the sheet. In recent weeks these occasions had increased until, the Saturday before, April confronted the matter.
"Daddy, why does he get big like that when we are watching the cartoons?," she quietly inquired.
They were side by side propped on pillows, she in her panties and Teddy bear jersey over the sheet, he up to his white tee shirt under it. The television atop the dresser blared as if trying to recapture her attention.
She was peering at the sausage-like bulge in the linen, perhaps six inches in length. He peered with her. April had never seen the bulge so big. At that moment, Mrs. Dream fortuitously entered the room, bringing coffee for her husband and juice for her daughter. She overheard the question. The bulge could not be missed. A family conference ensued, without resolution but the subject of April and the bulge was far too interesting for any of them to dismiss and by week's end the decision was made - a date with Daddy's cock.
April reached the bedroom at the opposite end of the darkened hallway from her own room. Steeling herself, the second grader pushed open the door. Sunlight greeted her, streaming through the windows that flanked the dresser on which sat the television, which was going. The bed was a few feet away. David Dream was in his usual place at the television side, against the pillows, his lower half covered by the sheet. He was bare-chested, which was not usual. He had shaved and his rich brown hair was combed. April thought he looked like a Daddy who gotten ready for a date. So did she. Her blond hair was also brushed. She had on lipstick, which was very unusual, and she was wearing a new see through pink nightie that fell below her panties but not far below. The panties also were pink, not quite see through themselves but they might have been tailored specifically for her the way they smoothly encased her cunt. Her nipples completed the pink theme, perkily revealing themselves behind the nightie.
"You were absolutely made for Daddy's cock, honey," her mother had told her encouragingly in her bedroom before she kissed her on the cheek and sent her on her way.
"Good morning, April," her Daddy said.
"Good morning, Daddy."
"Are we ready for our date?"
"You look terrific."
"Hop up here."
April climbed onto the bed. She looked at her date, ominous and still. The bulge did not appear greatly bigger than the last time she had seen it but it looked somehow harder and more formidable. Since the cock was in fact what she was there for, April saw nothing wrong with considering it openly. She knelt on the sheet and did that, tilting her pretty head as she made her appraisal.
"He has a name, you know," David Dream said.
Her eyes widened. "He does?"
"That's right. His name is Rodney and he likes to be addressed by his name. You might make him angry if you don't. He would regard that as impolite."
April squealed. She grinned and said, "Okay, I will call him Rodney."
"Good. He wants you to say hello to him. Take off the sheet."
The grin faded. "Daddy, are you wearing your PJ bottoms?"
"Are you wearing your underpants?"
"Oh boy," she laughed, steeling herself once more. "Okay, here goes," she said, and she yanked back the sheet to his knees. She folded her hands in her lap, and gazed at her date.
Rodney had lifted slightly, liberated from the weight of the sheet. He was hard, closer to seven inches than six, well proportioned, showing his satiny pink dome with its cum hole. Purplish veins like topographical rivers on a map coursed up and down his shaft which vanished in a dark brown thicket. He was ugly and handsome at the same time, and he did not look happy to see her. He looked angry and like he meant business. Possibly it was not anger as much as fierce that he looked. Rodney took her breath away.
"Say hello," her Daddy told her.
She swallowed. The fingers of her folded hands fidgeted. "Hello Rodney," she coughed, then giggled from the silliness or her nervousness, she didn't know which.
"Rodney says hello back and he says he thinks you look pretty and sexy in your nightie. He says he can almost see your tits. He likes that, seeing your tits, I mean. I think Rodney wants you to take your nightie off so he can have a better look at them"
"A better look at my tits?" She didn't have tits but she liked the game they were having, pretending she did have tits.
"Yes, honey. A better look at your tits. At your boobies."
"My boobies!," she laughed.
She eyed the television. A large woodpecker was running in the woods being chased by a frog that was being chased a porcupine that was being chased by an old woman waving a stick, all hollering in distinctive voices.
"Daddy, lets turn off the TV."
She watched him until the remote was put down, then she took off her nightie and laid it beside her.
"Daddy, am I like one of those little girl models you watch on the computer?" She had caught him once and said "okay" when he told her it was an accident, that he had thought the site was about something else, but she hadn't believed him. And it piqued her interest.
He saw no reason to dissemble any longer. "You're better than those little girls."
She beamed. "I am?"
"Darn right. You're prettier and sexier. Rodney thinks so, too." She was also available, not a picture on a computer screen, but he elected to leave that obviousness unstated. He told her to stand up.
The mattress gave not at all under her weight. She smirked down at him, for once being if not taller, higher than he was. She watched his eyes rove her.
Except perhaps for two or three, she actually was better than the computer preteens who fed his fantasies, and the equal of the two or three. The face, the body, the arms and legs, she was the whole package, a miniature center-fold, and today the panties were her advertisement. Check out the pantied cunt, gentlemen. Look at that slit. Now is that a cunt and a slit or is that a cunt and slit. The kid may be underage but that cunt is primed for fucking.
"I can't believe what Rodney just said."
"Don't know if I should say it."
She squealed. "TELL ME!"
"All right. Rodney wonders if you rub your nipples when you're alone in bed at night and get yourself excited for sex. He says you must do that because you're a hottie. Oh, oh..."
"Now he's ordering you to rub your nipples so he can watch you."
"Rodney can't order me. That's silly?"
"I'm afraid he can. If you refuse to obey him, he'll order me to spank your bare bottom....Well now, not only that, but spank your bare bottom in the living room after Grandma and Grandpa get here this afternoon so they can watch. My goodness! That Rodney has bad ideas!"
"Oh! That's so naughty, Daddy, I can't believe it either." Her cheeks bloomed for all they were worth but he sensed the blushes owed more to her excitement than to any brand of embarrassment. She did nothing to dissuade his suspicion when she put her hands on her chest and began working over her stiffened nipples, using fingers and thumbs like a hottie practiced in the art.
April closed her eyes. "Mmmmmm." She pursed her lips. She rubbed and pinched and rubbed and rubbed. "Mmmmmmm." It was hard to stand so she settled on her knees while she did it.
His cock throbbed. When he fucked her he would twist the little rascals himself, squeeze and twist, while she sat in is lap making herself go up and down, twisting and fucking until he went off in her and she went off herself hopefully. Damn, he was starting to lose it.
"Okay, that's enough."
He told her to remove the panties. "Fighting fire with fire, I am," he laughed at himself. The throbbing was too much, too much!
"Daddy, is it Rodney or you telling me to take them off?," the maddening thing said cutely. She threw in a bashful grin. Keeping his poise, he said the order was Rodney's but he was in favor of it whereupon April laughed and dispensed with the panties. She tossed them in the air and watched them float over the side of the bed.
She laughed at her nakedness.
Figuring Rodney would expect a clear sight line to her cunt, she lay back and opened her small, perfect legs. She felt warm and sexy and eager to please. She was having fun. She didn't quite know it yet but she was hot to fuck, like her partner in bed.
The picture of her cunt, like the creation of a Disney porn artist, was the final straw - a welcoming mound, soft and smooth and creamy, a generous slit with glistening petal lips. The cunt looked entirely ready besides being impossible to resist. Probably the readiness was what made it irresistible, but he didn't care about reasons. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed away from the windows. He wanted the sunlight and his shadow to be on her.
"Why?" It was happening too quick.
"I'm going to fuck you. Mommy told you that, right? She explained that I'm going to fuck you. She told you that's what happens to a girl when she has a date with cock?"
"Yup. But I think Rodney is too big to fuck me, Daddy. I'm worried about him."
She wasn't too worried to crawl there, however, like her pounding heart and tingling nipples and insistent cunt told her to do. She put her hands on her Daddy's shoulders. He lifted her. She spread her legs as she moved in the air and when she came down she straddled his lap and there was Rodney, straight up like a missile on a launching pad, almost touching her stomach. Her blue eyes gleamed.
"Mommy said we were going to do kisses and stuff before you fucked me. She said I was even going to kiss...Rodney."
He gave no sign of listening. She was being lifted again. She was directly over Rodney. She was coming down on Rodney. She closed her eyes and held her breath. The cock opened her and pushed inside an inch or part of an inch. His hands relaxed on her hips, not completely, only enough to let her sink a little at a time, to let Rodney stretch her, gradually stretch his way in and in Rodney went, three to four inches by her Daddy's reckoning before her painful gasping caused him to put on the brakes. She needed time to adjust. He paused a few seconds but he couldn't wait and before he should have he brought her up and let her down again, too hard but so good. She yelped and pounded on his chest and shoulders with her fists.
"Oh, yeah," he chortled. He brought her up and let her down, harder still. She shrieked. Again and again, he did it. Her arms collapsed at her sides. She began going up and down with regularity. She was being fucked. Her Mommy had told her it would hurt "a little" at first. She would tell her Mommy it hurt a LOT. But she could stand it. For some reason it wasn't a hurt you hated. But her Mommy had been right about the hurt not lasting for after a while it didn't hurt as much and after another while it didn't hurt at all. She rode the cock like a cow girl. None of the feeling then was hurt, all of it was pleasure like none other in the world.
"Oooooooo!," she cried, letting her Daddy know how much she liked Rodney fucking her, how available for Rodney fucking her she was going to be from now on. In her hot mind she imagined herself telling him that when they were done, the promise of countless fuckings in days and weeks and months and years ahead. It was at the edge of that thought that she realized her orgasm was building and an instant later it came crashing ashore like a tsunami. He saw her face light up, her eyes in high beams. Her mouth fell open. She was soundless while her body shook with a force that nearly caused him to lose his grip on her waist and Rodney to lose his further down. She was seven years old. One of God's or Nature's miracles.
He had been ready to cum himself and now he did. Their orgasms merged, sweet father and daughter togetherness, he said to himself near the end of it. Like April, he was in a mind already of what the future held for them.
Moments later she lay on top of him, inspecting a resting Rodney while he took stock of her cunt and her bottom. A small puddle still formed on his chest from the drips leaking from her fuck-hole. He stuck in a finger, licked it, and idly wondered what part the taste owed to her, what part to him. He was musing after that on the favorable juxtaposition of their bodies when she spoke.
"Remember what you said about spanking my bare bottom when Grandpa and Grandma come?"
"I do remember."
"You were teasing. But you know what? Sometimes when I sit on Grandpa's lap, his Rodney gets hard."
"Are you kidding?"
"Nope. And one time Grandma peeked at my boobies. It was when we were at the cottage and she came in my room and thought I was sleeping and she lifted up my tee shirt and looked at me. She looked at me a long time. Like a minute. I just pretended I was sleeping.
"Well, now. Does your mother know about these things?"
She told him no. "So if you wanted to spank my bare bottom and let Grandpa and Grandma watch you, I bet they would like it."
"I imagine they would. What about you? Would you like it?"
"I don't know. Daddy, I wish Rodney could get hard again."
(all for now)
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