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 (g*, ped, inc, sad)

   Last night I was sitting on a rectangular stool at my little vanity and
Daddy had pulled up a chair behind me to brush out my long red hair.  I run
around a lot climbing trees and stuff, so my hair gets a lot of tangles.

   When my hair is smooth and easy to brush I think he enjoys it, but last
night I could tell he was getting frustrated.  I tried not to squirm as he
yanked at the knots.  He grabbed my hair all in one big handful and pulled
me back towards him so I knew he meant business, "Now stay still, little
girl!"

   Finally he finished getting the tangles out and my hair looked so soft
and pretty.  I asked, "Am I pretty, Daddy?"

   He sighed, "You sure are a handful, but yes, little girl, you are very
pretty."

   I asked, "Do you think the boys at school will think I'm pretty?"

   Daddy was real quiet.  I looked at his face in the mirror and he looked
really mad.  I looked back with eyes as big as saucers.

   "Why do you want to look pretty for the boys at school?  What are you
thinking?"

   "Nothing, Daddy!  Nothing...I was just asking is all..."

   He grabbed me off the stool and pushed me down on it, face down, so just
my chest and tummy were resting on the stool.  I kicked my feet real hard
and daddy said, "Don't you ever stay still?  Now, stay still, little girl!"
and thwak!  He spanked me hard with the brush.  That only made me wiggle
more.

   The more I wiggled, the harder Daddy spanked, 'til finally I stayed real
still, trying not to cry.  He lifted my nightgown and pulled my panties
down to my knees.  He rubbed my sore bottom and it felt really good.

   "Now.  What are you thinking about the boys at school?"

   "Nothing, daddy."

   "THWAK!!!!"

   "Don't lie to me, little girl."

   "I'm not lying, Daddy!"

   THWAK!

   I started crying, and daddy stopped.  He set the hairbrush aside, and
started rubbing my bottom again.  "I know you're starting to think about
boys, little girl, and that's what daddies are for.  You can't help it, can
you?"

   He moved from rubbing my bottom to sliding his hand down my crack,
rubbing and stroking.  "The little girl needs it.  She needs to be
touched." He slid his hand all the way down to start rubbing my pussy.  It
felt so good I almost fell down.

   "See what a wet little girl you are?  You know why your little cunt gets
so wet?  It needs to be fucked.  You need to have that little hole filled,
don't you?"

   Suddenly he spanked me hard again, with his bare hand, shocking me.

   "Yes, Daddy."

   "Don't make you asked twice.  You want to get fucked, don't you?"

   THWAK!

   "Yes Daddy."

   "Say it."

   "...I need to get fucked."

   "Like this..." and he pushed the tip of his finger into my little hole,
slowly pushing in further and further 'til it was in all the way.  I heard
him moan a little.  I was moaning too.  Then he started pushing his finger
in and out, in and out, finger-fucking his babygirl.

   "Yeah, you like that, don't you?  You like getting fucked by your
father, you're such a little slut.  Those boys at school don't know what to
do.  They are children.  They can't fuck you like your daddy.  No one can
fuck you like your daddy."

   I was pushing back on his finger, grinding on it, rocking back and
forth, getting wetter and wetter.  Daddy stopped and slowly pulled his
finger out.  I whimpered, "nooooo..."

   He laughed, "This little girl needs her cunt fucked so bad, doesn't she?
He reached for the hairbrush and started rubbing the round handle around my
wet hole.  I started squirming again, knowing what he was going to do.

   THWAK!

   He hit me with the brush again and this time I stayed real still.  "Now,
open those legs for daddy."

   I opened my legs as much as I could with the panties at my knees, and he
rubbed the handle of the brush against my pussy.  He started pushing it in
and I groaned, "Oh!!!" It was bigger than Daddy's fingers and kind of hard
to push in.

   Daddy said, "Breathe real slow and relax, baby.  That's the way.  Just
like that.  Good girl." The brush handle made its way up my tight pussy
until it seemed like it was in real deep.  Daddy stopped for a minute, and
leaned over to get a close look.  He pushed my legs open further with his
other hand and I was so embarrassed, imagining what it must look like.

   I heard Daddy unzip his pants and he started saying over and over, "Good
girl, good girl...Daddy's little cunt..." He rhythmically fucked me with
the hairbrush handle and I fucked back.  I did like it.  Daddy was right. I
liked it a lot.

   He started pushing faster and faster and faster, and it was almost too
much, and I was about to scream, "Daddy!  Stop!  Daddy!" but before I could
yell he pulled out the brush.  He knelt behind me and I could feel his cock
sliding up and down the crack of my ass.  Daddy's cock was so hard, sliding
back and forth against my hot naked bottom.  Then he just exploded, all
over my back, rubbing his cock against my sore red ass, his cum dripping
down the crack.  He breathed deep, and started rubbing it into my back with
both hands, into my ass, rubbing it all over me.

   He flipped me over and I felt something warm and cool at the same
time...I felt his breath on my pussy and and...

   ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

   Daddy was licking me.  He had his face down in my pussy and was licking
me all over, fast, it was perfect and overwhelming and delicious.  I never
felt anything so good ever.  Not ever.  Daddy's tongue felt so good.  I
came so fast, gushing and thrashing.  But Daddy held on to my tight,
pressing his face to my pussy, letting my juices run all over his face.

   When I was exhausted and went limp, Daddy rested back on his feet and
pulled me to him.  He held me real tight and neither of us cared that we
were both all wet and gooey.  I didn't care about anything else in the
world but my Daddy.