Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This story was written for my wife. It is an alternative history, her story of how she came to be her Dadda's cumtoy (a role she is very proud to fulfill for me today). When we met my wife had never found anyone to Love her the way she needed to be Loved nor found anyone to use her the way she needed to be used. Most if not all of the things described in this story actually happened. But it was not her "Dadda" but maternal Grandfather that taught her, made her into what she now accepts herself to be. he used her from infancy until well into her teens (though at times since, the addiction to being a cumbaby drove her back into his bed) So in marrying Michelle, I became her husband, her partner, her friend and her Dadda. She is my baby now in every sense of the word. The pleasures we have shared, the ways I have enjoyed using her, showing her off to .................appreciateive groups, has imprinted her with memories of being trained as Dadda's fucktot. In a euphoric haze I now remind her, relive with her the carnal acts that made her into a cum addicted childwhore and subtely, over time she has come to substitute these memories for the real ones that lay buried for so long. I have made a vocal recording of this story, complete with sound effects, a full production worthy of the BBC *S*. After inducing a state of deep relaxation (using a "mickey finn" or drugged draught, not unlike those used to make her compliant and amnesic when she was a child)I sometimes play this for her through headphones while she lays naked, blindfolded and I touch, manipulate, rub and fuck her body to simulate the actions as they occur in the story. Her visceral response to this reprogramming is quite breathtaking. So now, for your enjoyment ............and comment, is the retospectively rewritten history of "A girl and her Dadda" Comments are welcome at Sunject line: {ASS} A girl and her Dadda {Daddastories} (MMM/g, g/dog, inc, preg, ped ) A girl and her Dadda (MMM/g, g/dog, inc, preg, ped ) Perhaps it was my wife who kept me in check until she died, or perhaps the unprecedented access to my daughter at an age when she had no faculty, no vocabulary to question the `rightness' of what Dadda was doing with her triggered some latent urges, but I guess I'll never know? I had never imagined myself a `childlover' and had not been aroused by the thought of sexual activity with children per se. However, from my earliest memories there were times when my curiosity was piqued and I had opportunistically explored the sexual responsiveness of children. For example, I could recall being left in the bath when I was no more than 8, with a girl of 4 or 5. Her mother had told us she was just going downstairs to see Mrs Johannes in No. 14 and would be back within half an hour. It seemed perfectly reasonable then and we both looked forward to it (in hindsight, it seems incredibly negligent to leave such children in a bath unsupervised, though not for the reasons I will now set out.) Tracey (I can still recall her name after so many years) would ask if I we could play "Bubbles", to which I would enthusiastically agree. Bubbles was actually two games, one I played on her and one she played on me. First was her turn and she would hunker down in the bath and I would blow bubbles into her tiny vagina. I can still remember her shrill giggles as the water burbled over her vulva, can still feel the tight upward arch of her babybutt as I held her groin level with the water and bent my face over her. As I bubbled and blew, sucked and slurped, Tracey would press her cunnie hard against my face, positioning herself so that my chin would press against her vulva and my mouth was clamped over her clitty. I can still feel the clenching and unclenching of her buttocks as she rubbed herself off on my mouth and her sweet child taste became pungent with arousal. Then it was my turn. What had started as her cupping my soft penis in the water and chasing it around her palm with blasts of bubbles had gradually became a rudimentary (but deliciously effective) form of felatio. Through encouragement and coaching, I had taught Tracey to instead take my boy penis straight into her mouth and gently suck at the knob of it. Once she'd mastered this, it was merely a matter of holding her little head and either coaxing her lips up and down the shaft or (when she gained confidence) holding her head still while I kneeled up and fucked her pretty face. My experimentations with Tracey continued till she reached puberty and she began to attract the attentions of other boys. Once her by then considerable talent and skill was recognized, she became a very sought after date and by my sixteenth birthday I had lost contact with her altogether. My own sexual history after that was quite conventional and I dismissed my earlier appetites with the notion that we were both kids and after all, kids will always experiment sexually given half a chance, it's in our genes to do so. But I never forgot the indescribably sweet taste of a pre-pubescent girl cunnie, a taste that was to come back and haunt me later in my life. I do remember the early years after my darling wife and I were married were happy, and I was entirely sexually satisfied. I never entertained the idea of infidelity (and obviously there were opportunities) and would have told anyone that I had a great love life. But after the birth of our daughter feelings began to re-emerge that were not entirely fatherly. When michelle was on my lap, or when I bathed her, I lingered over how smooth her skin was, how innocent she was, and how I wanted to hug her and kiss her. Oh, it was all innocent then, even as a baby I enjoyed changing her and even though I told myself it was all part of my "S.N.A.G" persona, a partner in parenting and all that, it began to dawn on me that it was the intimacy with michelle I craved, the chance to have her unwrapped and on display, the chance to see her and remember, and imagine. When cleaning her up on the change table, I would clean her little bottom (always being careful to wipe from front to back like the childcare nurse had shown us) and then lavished her tender groin with Johnson's baby lotion, gently massaging it into ever nook and cranny. I got enormous satisfaction from seeing her little legs kick excitedly when I began to take a nappy off and I told myself it was because she liked what her Dadda was doing and couldn't wait for him to do tickle/playing while he was changing her. Sometimes, when minding her after my wife went back to work, I would lay her on our bed and do baby massage like the trendy books all said to ("help you child get in touch with their own tactile potential, babys and children respond to massage exactly like adults, don't deprive them or yourself of this valuable bonding experience" *S*). Michelle would lay and kick her legs contentedly and would start this sweet high pitched sighing as my fingers traced an ever expanding circle, centered on her belly button in ever widening arcs. As my fingers brushed her tiny mosquito bite nipples she would stop kicking for a moment and I found that if I made small circles around and around her baby nipples that she would lay there perfectly still almost indefinitely. Curiosity led me to later experiment with the effect of lingering touch in her fragile little vulva and I eventually learned that she would gladly let me hold her little feet high in the air and gurgle contentedly, so long as my fingers traced lazy circles over her labia, clitty and occasionally tickled her puckered little anus. Another favorite "Dadda daughter time" was in the bath. It seemed that this most often happened when my wife was at work. In the summer (no A/C in those days!) we would spend hours in the bath, playing in an attempt to keep cool. Even as a toddler I can still remember laying her back against my chest as I slipped down lower into the bath. michelle would lay her head back against my chest as I purposely let her body slide down my lathered body, till her bottom crack was resting against my swelling cock. All it would take was some of those splashing kicks, her chubby little tot thighs rubbing up and down on either side of my thickening shaft and I would want to cum. Again, I told myself, she's a baby she won't remember any of this, its just a game to her and a fun one at that. And time and again, I would hold her there, lathering her body with a low irritant bathwash and letting her slip and slide all over my belly, all over my by now rampant erection. michelle, while totally clueless about my reasons for enjoying those games so much, did learn (however imperceptibly) that holding her Dadda's (and later any man's) cock was a sure fire way to get and keep his intention. One day, when she was barely two, she just reached out and took my cock in her tiny hand and started giggling. I was rock hard in an instant and I could do nothing but watch as she hefted it, squeezed it, then ultimately rubbed it, until it exploded in her hands. I did my best to maintain the mask of indifference (, no nothing to see here, just a 2 year old masturbating her Dadda...) and not draw her attention to the fact that there were now ropes of cum hanging off the tip of my penis, some of which were adhering to michelle hands, hips and thighs. Even my wife commented with approval on how close michelle and I were. We were so close, but as I was later to learn, I had no idea then, just how important this little girl was going to become to me. At 3 years of age, it was too soon for michelle to lose her mother, and too soon for me to lose a wife. A drunk driver took away my wife, my pride, and even for a time my will to live. If I didn't have michelle, I wouldn't be here to write this. She became my whole world. I didn't work for nearly three years and we spent all our free time together, reading, playing, eating and sleeping. I suppose it was at this time of continuous and unprecedented access to my babygirl that my love began to grow, expand in definition, that she began to be more than someone I looked after, someone who's needs I met. With my wife gone and having no interest in other women, other needs began to assert themselves and ultimately I think this was my undoing. michelle was a sound sleeper. If she fell asleep in the living room, I could carry her into the bedroom without her even waking up. Almost as soon as my wife died, we began to sleep in the same bed. It was so large, and so lonely, that I couldn't see anything wrong if she wanted to sleep with me -- and she did. Maybe she was afraid I would go away too, but for whatever reasons, she began getting up out of her cot and toddling into my bed and crawling in beside me. Generally this was long after I had entered a deep sleep and so I barely registered her presence, spooned her to my belly and we both drifted off contentedly back to sleep. Out of modesty, I wore pajamas with her even though I was more accustomed to sleeping in the altogether. michelle's gowns were shear and, if one were speaking of an older woman, "revealing." Of course, michelle had nothing too reveal, so seeing through her gown meant seeing a flat chest and straight hips. At times she would press herself back against me, as if trying to get as close as humanly possible and we would "snuggle" which was her name for when I put my arms right round her like some great bear and she would rock herself back and forth against me, to sleep comforted in my strong arms. Sometimes when she would press her firm buttocks back against my groin, the rocking would mean that my neglected member would be rubbed and squeezed between her bottom and my own thighs. When that happened, it would sometimes respond, swelling to tumescence, but I would always will the inappropriate response away, with imagined pictures sure to deflate my ardour (think geriatric nuns, dead kittens, that sort of thing). But try as I might, I could never eradicate the memories that resurfaced whenever this inadvertent stimulation occurred. I could not black out the thoughts of playing bubbles with Tracey as a child, or memories of my own babychild absently jerking her Dadda's cock in the bath, giving me a much needed outlet for the building tide of seed that began to grow in my scrotum. One morning, I awoke with a start. I had been dreaming (I think) and not only was I cuddling michelle, but my erect penis was sticking out of the fly of my pajamas and somehow it had nuzzled up between her soft thighs. In the twilight between sleep and wakefulness, I was humping my daughter! For several minutes, I just lay there, wide awake, trying to make sense of what was happening. michelle was still asleep and it was dark. I wanted relief so badly that for a moment I contemplated finishing. In fact, I had to struggle to avoid cumming. I slowly pulled my penis from between her thighs and lay on my back, hard as a rock. I watched michelle's slow breathing and was reassured that she was deeply asleep as I pulled my pajama bottoms down and masturbated and soon shot a wad of cum onto my abdomen. Just as the last drops were oozing out, michelle rolled over and lay her arm across my lower abdomen right in the middle of the puddle of cum, brushing my still erect cock. Before I could react, she pulled her arm back, rolled over onto her back, and rubbed her eyes and face with a hand that was covered with my cum. Fortunately, she did not get any cum into her eyes, but her face was now smeared with my cum. I waited until her breathing resumed its slow pace, all the while looking in wonder at my cum all over my little girls cheeks, lips and eyelids, as the ejaculate slowly dryed to a powdery residue. Well, that about did it for me. I couldn't stop thinking about that night over the coming days. I know that my thinking was worst kind of self serving justification, but I was thinking that if I got my rocks off, and she was none the wiser, then no harm done. I knew that this was the way that pedophiles since time began had validated their use and abuse of children AND I didn't care. It was true at a pragmatic level, what I did to michelle's sleeping body that did not disturb her sleep, cause her any physical harm and was not something she ever became conscious of, wouldn't cause her any harm now or in the future. In my hunger I never canvassed the moral minefield that I was clearly (with hindsight) traversing. But more significantly I had no idea of the long term effects I was about to initiate by beginning to stimulate michelle sexually. I was so sure that "what she don't know won't hurt her". What I now realise is that from the first, every time I traced a finger over her bulging little mons, inscribed serpentine spirals zeroing in on her reddening nipples or blew gently against the glistening membrane of her hymen I was forging and then reinforcing neural pathways, programming her with preferences and predilections, training and grooming her to become the eager and malleable sexgirl that she ultimately became. Her Dadda was making a fucktoy out of michelle and didn't even know it. If I knew what I know now, would I have done any different? I guess I'll never have to answer that question, but I know with rock solid certainty that I could not love, want or need my babygirl more today. Within a week of that first tentative night my desire had coalesced into action. The thoughts of how naughty and wicked my little girl had looked with her Dadda's cum on her face meant that no sooner had she gone to sleep than I had a raging hard-on!. As she settled in I should have turned my back, rolled over in the opposite direction from my daughter or, at a minimum, I should have at least rolled over onto my back. I did neither, I remained on my side with my by now wobbling erection brushing against michelle. michelle lay on her back beside me. Even though it was completely innocent on her part, her bare thigh was next to me and my aroused cock was actually pushing against her, although I'm sure that she did not have any idea. I knew I should have turned away but, feeling the heat of her young body against me, I couldn't. As I lay in the semi-darkness, my mind became very conscious of my body pressing against the heat of my daughter. The awareness was forcing my cock to remain in its stiff state. I didn't want to pull away! Tying not to alert michelle to what I was doing I inched my hips towards her as much as possible. My cock was actually twitching within my boxer shorts, pressed as it was against her hot leg yet apparently she wasn't aware. Still my cock was hard. I had never ever, even in my wildest dreams, given any thought of actually having sex with my daughter, but now I found that my aroused cock seemed to be without any conscience. I just wanted to cum. By this time, I was so far gone that I had to get some relief. My thoughts were scrambled. I couldn't get control over my sexual feelings. Almost instinctively, I moved my hips. After first pressing my body tightly against my daughter's thigh, I suddenly relaxed and then, ever so gently I pulled back, slightly away from her. My inflamed cock was throbbing. Throwing caution to the wind, I again moved letting my throbbing cock press into the child's thigh. After a few seconds of tortuous pleasure, I again moved back slightly. Thus began a steady gentle rhythm, away from and into michelle's thigh. My pressure within my cock was building; I knew that this pushing no matter how gentle, was going to culminate in my shooting my load in my boxer shorts unless I stopped it now. My mind was now a mumbo jumbo of hotness. I had stopped thinking logically. I nervously moved my hand down to my shorts, releasing my throbbing prick through the slit, and bringing it out into the open. At this point, I was totally aroused. I pushed against her thigh again. I had to suppress a moan. I held my breath from the excitement as my raw cock touched the flesh of my daughter's hot thigh, just below her short pajama pants. Suddenly I wanted to do more. God forgive me but I wanted to touch her tiny immature breast, while I quietly and gently fucked her leg. I moved my hand in two stages; the second after my daughter did not react to the first: First, my arm went over her little body and under her tiny breastbuds while my hand rested down her other side, touching the mattress. michelle did not move and was obviously in a contented sleep. I gently pulled my hand back up over my baby's body and while I continued to gently fuck against her leg, my fingers nervously rested down over her pajamas at the chest. Soon my open hand, on top of the pajamas, was actually resting on michelle's budding tit. My cock was twitching wildly as I pushed its flesh against her thigh. I felt the end nearing. I began squeezing so softly on my young daughter's grape-sized tit. My mind was exploding with invisible blasts of light. I could feel the warmth of her minute breast within my hand. Then my cock began shooting - squirt after squirt - and I pressed my cock tightly against michelle's leg as I was erupting. I suddenly felt her hand move on top of mine as I was squeezing her tit. It rested on mine. She wasn't making any attempt to struggle away. She was probably still asleep I thought. Then I finally finished releasing the last of my juices on her leg. I lay there trembling, every nerve in my body sparking, firing. Yet at the same time I felt a peace that I had not felt in all the long months since my wife died. As I dabbed at the cum on my daughter's plump little thighs with my now discarded boxers, I smiled in the dull glow at her angelic face, her undisturbed innocent countenance. michelle was sleeping like a baby. Dadda's baby. One night a few months later, at about three in the morning, I awoke with michelle laying on her side with her back against my stomach and my engorged erection pressing through my boxers against the small of her back. I eased my penis over the waistband of my shorts, pressed it against the crease of her soft thighs and deliberately inserted my erect phallus between her soft smooth legs. She didn't even stir as I gently slid my cock with infinite care but gradually increasing vigor until I finally came, dripping in between her thighs. I made a mess of her gown, so I slipped it off of her, hoping she wouldn't get upset at waking with only her silk panties still on. She slept soundly through the entire episode. "Dadda, where's top?" she asked when she finally awoke. "Um, you sort of dribbled on it darling, so I took it off. I thought you might sleep better that way. Did you sleep ok?" I asked hoping she would buy the story. She stretched her arms above her head and said, "Yep! sowwy I mess my top Dadda." I looked at her long blond hair and her arms above her head, her chest bare and smooth, and I couldn't help but put my arm around her and kiss her on the cheek. "It's ok darling. Nothing to worry about, Dadda doesn't mind." Nudity was not a novelty. We -- my wife and I -- had never hidden our bodies from michelle. Even now I always bathed michelle and dried her off, so it was no surprise when she ran from the bathroom into the bedroom and jumped in the bed naked the next night. "Aren't you going to put on your gown?" I asked. "It dirty," she replied. "Only the top. Do you want your bottoms?" "Nope," she replied. Her innocent reply made me realise that she was completely ignorant of what had been transpiring, completely clueless about how I was using her delicious little body. I was using her as a sex toy, a cumbaby and she as none the wiser. In that moment I was emboldened and knew that I had to take this further, had to find a way to have her soft yielding body for my own. Over the coming year I became obsessed with the secret taboo pleasure of using my precious little girl as my cumtot, employing her tender thighs as a surrogate cunny, gently simulating the pillaging of her virgin hole with the silky pressure of her pressed thighs replicating the unimaginable pleasure of fucking her child vagina. I thought of how sweet it would be to stimulate her bald vulva, tickle her tiny clitnub until her tunnel was lubricated and ready to take my ravenous cock. That gave me an idea and that very night I took some sorbolene cream, the type that soaks into the skin so as not to leave a residue and used it to make my make-believe cunny more realistic. As michelle lay on her back, I gently parted her thighs until I could look into the crease between her buttocks and see her girl slit open before me. Then I gently massaged the cream over her 4 years olds vulva, letting my fingers linger over the sensitive red inner lips and pressing them to tickle the thin membrane of her maidenhead, before slopping copious amounts between her thighs. Then I turned her over onto her side and once again insinuated my penis into the little cleft formed by the conjunction of her legs, thighs and bottom cheeks. The cock drove into the mucous channel, the head splaying her inner lips so that the upper surface of the shaft raked her orifice and rubbed her clitty, coming to rest against her puffy mons. Taking her narrow hips in each hand, I begain to fuck the lubricated channel, thrusting and rutting until I again exploded between her legs, showering the fronts of her thighs with my warm spunk. I rolled my blissfully sleeping babe onto her back and scooped dollops of my jism with my fingers and used it to paint her little titties, making creamy loops around each nipple. The last scoop, I cupped into my palm and dipped a finger in and used it to anoint her ruby lips, making my darling's lips glisten in the candle light that I used to illuminate my abuse of her innocence. I knew that I had gone past the point of no return this time, I knew with a certainty that my need for her would never subside, only escalate to an inescapable conclusion. A year Later My desire for my infant daughter became the central truth of my life. The urge to fulfill my lust inside her petite body was constantly with me and I spent my days in a haze of lust, always thinking of new and exciting ways to enjoy her, without breaking the bond of trust that was her only security, her only consolation. I never did anything that woke her, yet I found the need for stealth and restraint infuriating, I longed to be able to enjoy her more lustily, more vigorously. Ultimately I knew that I wanted impale my babygirl on my cockmeat, that I would never be satisfied until I raped her tiny tight childhole. I realised of course that her tiny internal organs were not yet developed to the point where I could safely sate my lust in her, I knew that my penis would rend her little vagina asunder. I knew that if I gave my cunnielust its head, it would damage her irretrievably and that was something that my love for her would never allow. Never the less, when I humped her little farrow, slid my cock through the tube of her squished thighs and bald labia, it took every ounce of self control to hold myself from driving my hungry cockhead home into her belly till my testicles hilted themselves on her tight little arse. I had to find a way to allow my to satisfy my lust more fully, to be able to enjoy her more completely, to fuck her cunnie cleft harder, without waking her.......but how? I was reading a newspaper report of the latest spate of teenagers at "schoolies' week, falling victim to drink spiking, waking up in a bedroom at a party, in a park or on a beach, their panties, skirt or jeans missing and their vaginas covered in cum, completely clueless as to how they got there, when the answer came to me. I made michelle a special nighttime treat, a drink "to help her sleep better". I made up a mickey-fin for her from warm milk with a tot of rum, a little vanilla and a dash of cinnamon and the final touch, one ground down Stilnox sleeping tablet, vile to the taste but completely camouflaged by the potent mix! As we sat watching TV together, I eyed her hungrily as she sipped at the narcotic draught, looking for signs that it was taking effect. As the pace of her imbibing (and conversation) slowed, I encouraged her ("That's right dear, drink it all up for Dadda....... You'll sleep like a baby tonight"*S*) and made sure to swirl the last dregs of the mixture and pour it into her mouth so that she would be effectively drugged. Laying her sweet head back against my chest, she sunk into me as her body slowly slumped like a rag doll, She propped in my lap, trying to stay awake, but all the while I could feel the heat of her cunny through the sheer material of her pants as her little bottom pushed against my groin. When she no longer responded to my voice, I began to tap her hand, then squeeze her arm and finally shake her quite vigorously, but she was completely unresponsive. Her breathing was slow, deep and regular and I realised that she was heavily sedated and would not wake under any circumstances, for many, many hours. I picked her limp little body up and carried her up to my bed, her head and legs falling akimbo over my arms and placed her gently on the sheets, arms and legs splayed in a pose of comatose indifference. I lifted her little nightdress up and over her head and pulled down her panties to reveal the puffy swell of her cunny, the smooth contours of her belly and two pert pink nipples. I then arranged her petite form into a lewd but pleasing pose, arms up over her head so that her chest was exposed, her nipples laid bare for the sucking and her ankles pulled wide apart, knees bent so that my broad hips could lay between her thighs. For the third night in a row, I held her body, now completely naked, against my now bare skin. If the sexual urges were strong before, they were unavoidable now. I slipped my stiff cock up between the folds of her labia, guided by the contours of her prepubescent vulva as her cunnie lips rubbed against my cock. Oh, the exquisite sensation! Even though there was no penetration, I felt like I was really fucking her. I rubbed the erect shaft of my cock between her downy folds as I watched her lifeless body pushed back and forwards upon the bed. I used her little hole like a little fuck channel, my penis parting and rubbing up and down the groove of her vulva, but resisted the excruciating urge to plunge it deep into her cum tunnel. I rubbed faster and furiously until bucking my hips and forcing her head up against the pillow, I came drenching her 5 year old hole, and then I held her like that for several minutes until my erection returned, and then I did it again. I was insatiable! I enjoyed my comatose cumbaby like that relentlessly, every night for the next 6 months. Then one night after I had once again drugged my cum tot with the special Mickey-fin that she seemed to like so much, something happened that again escalated the never ending spiral of debauchery and incest with my daughter. After she feel asleep on my lap and was fast asleep, I carried her into the bedroom and undressed her. She was dead to the world, so I took a few liberties. I spread her legs and looked closely at her hairless vaginalips; parting them gently with my fingers I watched her face for any signs of arousal as I moved my face close to her cunnie, sniffed at her sweet girls scent, toungued her creased little anus and licked between the soft smooth lips. Then I lifted her legs and held them up while I put my cock between her thighs and I started to move back and forth. The lubrication of my saliva made the feeling like fucking a moist vagina and I soon needed to cum. Rather than splattering her body with cum, I decided to cum into her vagina. That is, I wanted the cum to go into the cunnie hole. I placed the head of my cock at the opening of her vagina, and her cunnie lips separated to almost enclose the head entirely. I let her legs fall apart gently and began to stroke my cock. Soon, I began to squirt, and squirt, and squirt, all into her tiny hole. Towards the end of my orgasm, her babycunnie was so full of cum that some of it seeped past the plug of my bulbous cockhead and overflowed to dribble onto the top of my shaft. When I pulled my cock away, my semen poured out of her childvagina in a rivulet that ran between her butt cheeks and onto the bed. I left her like that, oozing still more cum. I rolled over holding her close and fell into a deep sleep entwined like that with my cum baby. When I came to, michelle was awake! She appeared sleepy, but had a quizzical expression on her face. "What's this stuff?" she asked. I looked closer and I saw her with her hand covered with slimy cum that she had pulled from between her legs. I started to wipe her hand with a towel as I explained, "You had sort of an accident. It happens to girls sometimes when they are asleep." I moved the towel to her lower abdomen and between her legs as I continued to wipe my semen from her cunnie and the bed. My precious little michelle began to cry. "I'm sorry, Dadda. I didn'" she sobbed. "Oh, honey! It's ok! I promise! It's all perfectly natural, and it doesn't bother me at all," I said as reassuringly as possible and cradled her head against my bare chest. "Oh no, Dadda, I even got some on you!" I followed her eyes and they were aimed directly at my cum covered cock. "Shit!" I thought. "How stupid can I be?" I wiped myself off and said, "Don't worry honey. It's perfectly harmless and I don't mind a bit. Now let's go to sleep." I kissed the tears from her eyes and wiped the moisture with the towel (until I remembered what the towel had been used for) and then using a handkerchief. I turned out the lights and got into bed. I noticed that michelle was sleeping further away than she ever had and I began to be concerned that I had blown my cover. "Is something wrong, honey?" I asked, hoping to literally keep her in the dark. "I made a mess. I'm afraid it might happen again," she replied. I could tell she was telling the truth, so I moved closer to her. "Honey, it's ok. To tell you the truth, it makes me happy. My little girl is growing up, that's all it means. Now give Dadda a hug and let's go to sleep. One year later My nocturnal abuse of my girlchild continued unabated. I experimented with different drugs (rohypnol, mogadon and valium) and drinks (kahlua and baileys milkshakes!) until I could bring on a state of semi paralysis, where my little fuckdoll was physically immobilised, unconscious but slightly responsive and best of all she woke up with absolutely no memory of the antics of the night before. I found that some of the more sophisticated narcotics could leave her almost conscious, able to moan, gurgle and make little cooing sounds, even giggling on the odd occasion, all of which only served to ignite my incendiary lust for my darling daughter. One night quite late, as I lay with her next to me, I yielded to the temptation to use her little hole for cum-rubbing once more. My erect cock began to press relentlessly against her buttocks until I pushed it between her thighs. I lay like that for a moment, but then the urge to hump overwhelmed me and I slowly moved back and forth, sliding in and out of the wet tunnel formed by her vulva, the excretions of her vagina and the firm pressure of her plump little thighs. Then, I noticed the most remarkable thing. I felt the unmistakable movement of her body against my thrusts. She was humping my cock! I thought maybe she was dreaming, or moving reflexively, so I slowed up a bit, but her thrusts matched mine perfectly. Then, with my cock sticking between her legs and poking out the other side, I felt her hand close around the shaft of my cock. She was holding the cock meat up hard against her vulva and begin to slide back and forth on it and in the process she was jacking me off. She didn't say a word, but when I stopped moving, her thrusts and strokes took over. I raised up slightly and my impression was confirmed. In the dim light, I could see her hand around my cock and her hips were moving back and forth rhythmically. My sweetheart was smiling and making little mewling noises, luxuriating in the autoerotic stimulation of her genitals. The realisation that she was an active participant in this activity was a shock. At the tender age of seven, michelle had become my cum addicted little childslut, unconsciously responding to the hungers that her prepubescent body had been taught to crave. I wrapped my arm around her, held her close to me, and continued my humping until finally I came in gushes, covering her hands, thighs and mons with her Dadda's sticky goo. I pulled my softening dick out from between her thighs and lay on my back for a moment as I tried to think. I felt her turn towards me and snuggle, so I put my arm around her and drifted off to sleep. The realisation that my little girl was responding, needing, hungering for my cock as badly as I wanted her tiny girlhole plagued me. I wanted to make her want me, I wanted to teach her cunny how good it could feel until she begged me to fuck her. I was looking in my wife's (former *pout*) bedside table for a pen one day, when I saw the object that was to enable the completion of the transformation of my daughter michelle into my fucktoy. It's ironic really that my late wife was indirectly responsible for making it possible for me to rape her beloved daughter and in so doing, make michelle my lover forever. In the corner of the drawer, under nylons and panties (I could never bring myself to clear out these intimate memories of her), there was the shiny gold phallic vibrator that I had brought home as a treat for her from a business trip, and the fresh packet of AA batteries that she had always kept on hand "just in case". That night I increased the dose of the drug (quite recklessly in hindsight) and waited till she succumbed to sleep. Then I arranged her on the bed naked, spread-eagled, and started toying with her sex with the dildo. Little by little I eased it around her vulva, up and over her cunny as her little bottom began to squirm, pushing her labia up to part on the hard metal shell. I ran it down the length of her sex slit and reamed it over her puckered little anus, then traced the hairless line of her groin up until driving it once again pressing hard against her clitty. I repeated this over and over, as she lolled her head from side to side and her babyjuice flowed profusely down her thighs and soaked through the sheets, making a wet circle under her bottom. Over the next year I made her sigh, rut and whimper, but denied her the release she craved. Each time, I slid the plastic cock against her cum hole, I pressed it home further, slowly with more force, gradually stretching the labia and hymen that stood between my swelling balls and her beckoning empty belly. I wanted to fuck my daughter so much that it took a supreme act of will not to rape her tiny fucktube right now, where she lay. When my darling fucktoy was drugged she was completely pliant and compliant and I delighted in arranging her body in any number of wicked positions and lewd poses. I also bought some clothing that I found extremely arousing and would dress her appropriately (in a way most would describe as most inappropriate *S*). One of my favorites was a white babydoll nightdress with lacy suspenders and stockings. It was extremely hard to find something to fit her and I ended up having to have a size 8 altered (telling the seamstress it was for a role in a youth production of "Bugsy Malone" my daughter was starring in). Once I had dressed her up as a child whore (inspired by memories of the movie "Pretty Baby" that portrayed the prepubescent courtesans of turn of the century New Orleans) I delighted in making her face up in the precocious style beloved of lolita aficionados everywhere. With her silk sheathed legs splayed and her hairless cunny glistening, my lingerie model daughter looked a treat with darkened eyelashes, rouged cheeks and even redder lips. Another way I used my little cumtot was by making her mouth a cum recepticle and taking delight in watching her swallow her own Dadda's semen. I had always remembered how arousing it had been that first time michelle had inadvertently rested her hand in a great gob of my cum and then wiped it on her face in her sleep. Seeing her now unfurled like this, sleeping and completely vulnerable to me, only increased my desire to see michelle more overtly lewd and sexual. So I took to grabbing my cock from between her legs at the point of climax, squeezing the head to constrict my urethra, I trapped the viscous laid of cum under pressure and then released the milky goo in jetting spurts to arc over her tummy, then breasts and finally her precious, innocent (painted harlot) face. One day when I was doing this, rubbing the circumcised head of my cock back and forth above michelle's face, she turned and sort of snorted (it was quite funny *lol*) then her mouth opened and she continued sleeping undisturbed. Right at that moment I began to squirt and I didn't have to think about it, I just pressed the head down between her lips and emptied the stickly glue like mass into michelle's mouth. I watched in amazement as her tongue arose out of the cloudy clag and began to swirl it round her mouth and I lost it completely when she gulped it down. I kissed my baby immediately and tasted the cum, her Dadda's own cum all over her lips and tongue. After that I was hooked. As the dosage of michelle's mickey fins increased, so did my boldness. I would eagerly jerk myself while kneeling over michelle then press my dick into her mouth when orgasm approached and then hump her mouth by pulling her head up to meet the marauding meat and fucking her sleeping face till I squirted. I resisted my most rapacious urges and persisted stretching her girlcunnie regularly until, one day shortly after her 8th birthday, with a satisfying slurp the dildo slid fully into her virgin baby vagina and I knew she was ready for her Dadda's cock. I bent down and kissed my darlings drugged parted lips as I absently twisted the vibrating shaft sticking out of her hairless vagina obscenely. I slowly removed the cone shaped dildo and proceeded to put it into her mouth and watched her suckle reflexively at it. I then replaced it at the opening of her vagina which, despite the recent presence of the dildo, looked too small to accommodate the enormous device. I watched in amazement as her cunny stretched easily to accommodate the dildo in one stroke, before I started moving it in and out slowly. The tender skin of her vulva moved slightly in and out with the movement of the dildo and I could here a slight sucking sound as the vacuum formed around her airtight orifice. I got onto the bed slowly and lay down on my stomach with my head between her legs for a better look at this phenomenon. There was no bleeding. Her hairless cunnie-lips were stretched around the dildo like elastic bands, but the dildo seemed to slide in and out effortlessly. Her clitoris was clearly visible at the top and was somewhat engorged, so I couldn't resist taking it between my lips and giving it a little suck. I put my hand on her lower abdomen and I could feel the movement of the dildo inside her belly. I pressed it harder into her hole, pressing the tip of the cocktoy against the pouting neck of her cervix, threatening to strech open her girl womb. In response as if to say "yes Dadda, I am your little cock whore, cum rape my baby vagina now!" michelle started moving her hips, tilting them up and down as I inserted and removed the dildo. The effect was erotic beyond belief. I had seen enough. I was more than convinced that my phallus could fit and was desperately anxious to "try it out." I removed the dildo and set it down at her side leaving her legs spread invitingly and I sat up and tore my clothes off. When I moved over her, her arms were still extended, legs spread, and the warmth of her skin was like an electric shock. Unfortunately, she was only about 4 feet tall, so my cock would not reach her cunnie while my face was even with hers, even so I gazed at the unmistakable smile behind her floaty, unfocused closed eyes. My little girl was enjoying what her Dadda was doing to her! I suspended myself above her and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her virginal hole and started to push. There was a slight pop as my cock head passed the opening of her 8 year old vagina and then pure heaven. I hadn't had intercourse with a woman since my wife passed away, so I had almost forgotten the warmth, the smooth friction, the feeling of enclosure. I remained motionless for a moment, but I couldn't resist the urge to move. I slowly began fucking my daughter, and her movements reciprocated my own. I looked down and saw that her head was being pushed from side to side as my dick fucked in and out of her cunnie. After waiting so long, I was finally having my daughter, using her body for what it was designed for, I was captivated by this gorgeous, glorious slutbaby that I had made. I might have enjoyed the raping for longer had not at that moment a sigh that drew out agonizingly into a moan of lust, cum forth from her lips. As a deep and almost guttural groan vibrated through her prone form, suddenly in her delirium, she mouthed then sounded out the word that pushed me over the edge. ".........Daaaaaddaaaa!" I looked down at the length of my meat disappearing into her childsex and not a moment after I started to cum, and cum and cum. I looked down at my cock and my semen was oozing out from around my penis with each thrust. I was cumming into my own daughter. The idea was erotic, illicit, and I knew that it would not be the last time. 2 Years Later It was about 5:10 a.m., when we pulled out of the driveway, it was still dark outside. We drove in silence for about five minutes as we headed up the coast on another business trip. My life had slowly returned to something approaching normalcy, as the years past after my wife's untimely demise. My career once again began to be something about which I cared and success meant that michelle and I enjoyed a good quality of life. I sometimes had to travel on business and tried wherever possible to arrange it for times like this when, due to the school being on holidays I could take michelle along. It was very important to me that she knew that she was still number one in my life, still my reason for living. This trip would take us almost the full length of the East Coast, meeting clients every few days, but lots of time for sightseeing and time just being together, a girl and her Dadda. michelle had grown into a fine young girl, just completing primary school and at 10 already so statuesque and poised. I always took her into my clients offices when I went for meetings, introduced her to the CEOs that I met. I could tell from the soft empathetic looks she drew from their P.A.s and others that many felt (all being well aware of the tragic circumstances of the loss of her Mum) sadness and sorrow for michelle. More than once I was taken aside and told with great sincerity how proud I should be of her and what a wonderful job I was doing with her, all on my own. But I knew better. I knew that any specialness about my darling girl was all her own doing, What made her special shone from within my sweet baby. Later that evening, we stopped at the first motel of our roadtrip, glad of the respite from the endless whiteline of the highway. michelle stayed in the car while I booked us in, I then drove to the area where the rooms were, and parked. I turned off the motor. We both got out of the car, which was parked right outside of the room we were to share. I took both our overnight bags and carried them to the door. I opened it and carried the bags into the room then returned to find the light switch. As I turned I saw my daughter closing the door, by leaning her back against it. As it clicked shut and darkness enveloped us, I reached for the light switch but michelle grabbed my hand to stop me. I heard her fingers fumbling behind her back then the unmistakable sound of the doors chain lock skidding into place. "Leave the light off Dadda...I just want to feel you...okay?" She brought my hand that she had been holding right up to her chest. As my fingers encircled her wonderful breast, I heard her suck in her breath. My fingers began squeezing gently on my daughter's exciting tit, and I moved my body into hers. Her hands went around my waist and pulled me further into her. My cock had quickly reached its full size and I felt it push into the crotch area of her shorts. I lowered my mouth, searching in the darkness for her hot neck, and she let out a quiet, "Mmmmmmmmmm," as I sucked at her hot flesh. When we had first come into the room, I saw the location of the bed. Now in the pitch darkness, sliding my fingers underneath michelle's buttocks and lifting her feet off the ground, I started walking backwards towards the bed. Michelle hung on tight around her dadda's neck and wrapped her nubile thighs about my waist, all the while my fingers were squeezing at her tit and my mouth and tongue were playing at her neck. When we reached the side of the bed, michelle flung herself back, bringing me down alongside her. She had quickly shifted to the middle of the bed and I instinctively shifted after her. Then I was pressing my body hard against my little girl. I felt her shaky hands grabbing at my head and ears, pulling my face down to hers. I was not prepared for the wild reception that my eager mouth and tongue received from michelle's hot and wild hungry mouth. Hers opened and began working with a kind of desperation upon mine. My tongue eagerly pushed in between my daughter's sucking lips, she was pushing her whole body hard against mine. michelle then began the same guttural groans that I had learned heralded an urgent need for the child to be fucked. She was quickly becoming a passionate bundle of sex. Fervently, my trembling fingers were opening the buttons on my daughter's blouse, and in a matter of seconds, I was pushing her bra up and over the now prominent buds of titflesh. Soon I was clutching at that flesh and our mouths were frantic against each other. I had moved my body in between my daughter's legs and now she and I were in the exact position for fucking. She was twisting her body hotly from side to side under me as her hands held tightly to my head and her mouth sucked in on my mouth, in an almost desperate manner. I began playing with her nipple and this seemed to inflame her further. Her moaning was a constant now and her young body couldn't stop its continuous movements under me, twisting from side to side. michelle was talking and blabbering into my mouth, "Dadda ooooo Dadda mmmmmmm..." and her mouth continued attacking mine. I could not believe that my still preteen daughter could be reacting so violently; that she was apparently mentally in some wild bliss-land. I moved a hand from one of her breasts and hurriedly slid it down over her body. I sought and found the hem of her skirt and slid my fingers over the tender thighflesh of my cumtot. I moved my hand to the top of her panties and then moved it inside. The feel of the hot tender flesh of her belly under the palm of my hand caused my prick to spurt out a drop of precum. I had never been this hot and wild for sex. As my fingers gently passed over her clitoris, my daughter gasped and sucked in a huge mouthful of air from my mouth. At the same time, her hips lunged upward in an automatic reaction to the pleasure shooting through her body. As I began working my fingers at her still hairless pussy, we were both completely beyond any real human thinking. Animal lust had overtaken both of us. We were both obsessed with only one thing now. michelle's pussy was nude and as soft as when she was born. As I moved my finger within her cunnie, I was amazed at the amount of juices within my daughter's cunny. Her whole body was a tinderbox of passion. As I gently pushed one of my fingers into my daughter's hole, she violently thrust her hips upward and her hands grasped tighter on my head. My finger moved in and out easily through her juices. Unlike anything that I had ever experienced, it seemed that all of my fingers and palm were now wet and sticky. I moved my other hand down her body and began to lift her skirt and tug at her panties. michelle was in a frenzy. I felt her hands quickly leave my head and in an instant they were rapidly and desperately pushing her panties off of her hips, down her legs, and frantically off of her ankles. She tore her mouth away from mine and she began speaking in a rapid pace, "Hurry Dadda...hurry hurry..." Then she was lifting her upper body in a frenetic effort to tear away her blouse and bra. The child was on fire. I had never seen such wild passion. I raised myself in a hurry and jumped up from the bed. With almost the same frantic frenzied heat, I quickly stripped myself, and then, totally naked, I climbed back onto the bed; eager to touch, feel, eat, and fuck the young flesh of my flesh. We were two wild animals in heat, desperate to give our souls in lustful abandonment. My daughter's flesh was on fire as I touched her nakedness with mine. I moved my mouth over the flesh of her right tit, sucking eagerly on the protruding nipple. At the same time, I again moved a hand into the hot wetness of her bald pussy. "Oooooooooo!" she cooed. As my fingers moved over and around my daughter's clit, I heard her suck in a frantic gasp, and a wild short shriek was released from her throat, which I quickly cut off by clamping my palm firmly over her mouth. I wanted to taste more than her young fleshy tit. I licked around the underside of her breast and kissed in little pecks on the flesh. Her frantic breathing was causing her swelling chest to expand and deflate at a rapid pace. Her hands reached down on the back of my head and, as I began to kiss and tongue downward on her body, her hands pushed at me with force. Her young body must have sensed that she would reach her full satisfaction only when my mouth moved into her crotch, because her hands seemed to instinctively guide my head with a sense of urgency. My finger was now fucking her wet hole and my tongue and mouth continued moving over the young hot flesh of her pulsating hot belly. Her hands were now pushing me, rather than guiding me. The child desperately needed fulfillment. The taste and smell of her vibrant body was absolutely delicious. As I twirled my tongue around her belly button, I felt her stomach quivering beneath my lips. My fingers continued rubbing the child's clitoris. michelle's body was writhing and her hands were desperately forcing my head lower. I rolled my body 180 degrees and was then facing the opposite direction to my daughter. Soon my eager mouth was at her mound, which was exuding wonderfully awesome pussy aromas. I began kissing this wonderful flesh as I moved my fingers on her cunnie again pushing one of them into my daughter's soaking hole. At the same time my throbbing cock was now bobbing obscenely in front of her face and michelle grasped it tightly in her fist and began to pump it like a piston. "Nnnnnnnnnnngggggggg...!" michelle's reaction was unexpected as her buttocks lifted violently and her hips thrust her hot pussy fiercely upward to meet my loving assault. Her hand was actually hurting my head as she clutched and forced me down all the way between her spread thighs. The heat surrounding my face was sauna-like. The aroma from the child's pussy was mind boggling for me, something that I had never experienced before. "Oooooooohhhhh D aaaadda, Yessssss!" she wailed like some carnally whirling dervish. As I worked my mouth and nose into my daughter's hole, I placed my hands around her body and under her buttocks. Then I pulled her up as I laid back. Out of her mind with lust, michelle eagerly allowed me to move her and she hurriedly moved her exciting body over me, straddling my body. I was then lying on my back with my daughter's thighs at my ears and her young moist twat pushing down at me in search of relief. I had my hands on the cheeks of her ass. I pulled her hips down and pushed my mouth into her waiting cunnie. Meanwhile michelle was tracking the waving cock in front of her face, chasing it with her tongue and giving it delicious whips of pleasure as the tip found its target. michelle released a wild cry of pleasure and I felt her hands clutching fiercely on my legs. My hungry mouth opened upon her clit and took it within my pursing lips as my tongue licked around it. I had to hold michelle tightly as her body was instinctively thrashing. Tremendous spasms were obviously overtaking her and causing tremors of pleasure to course through her body. All I heard were animal-like sounds coming from my daughter as my mouth worked frantically on her thoroughly moistened pussy and I felt michelle purposefully driving her wide open mouth down over my mastlike cock. She was swallowing it down into her throat, forcing the head deep into her neck until it stimulated her epiglottis, triggering both her gag reflex and the huge vaginal convulsions that now wracked her body. I was fascinated by the squirting baby cumjuice that then started to spurt from her hot young body. As my daughter started to ejaculate over my face, my face, neck, chest, chin and cheeks were wet from the child's cum squirt. As I pushed my tongue into michelle's hole, she suddenly emitted a wild moan, then temporarily stiffened her whole body, and finally pushed her vagina down with a vengeance. Soon, I was holding tightly to the cheeks of her soft ass so that she wouldn't fall off, as she was fucking down on my mouth with wild abandon. As my tongue moved furiously inside the child I heard her voice babbling in the background, "Ooo aaahhh Dadda, oh Dadda, da, Dadda, oh oh oh nnnggg nnnggg ahhhhh Dadda ohhh pleeeeease!" Unable to wait any longer I tore my mouth away and, using all of my strength, I pushed her off me and onto her back. Quickly I shifted positions, moving rapidly upward upon my daughter's hot trembling naked body, coming to rest within her parted legs. As I moved up, I was confronted with a most unbelievable sight, one that I could have only dreamed until now. michelle was no longer a rational person. The look of sheer lust and utter abandon on my daughter's face was the stuff of pedophile wet dreams. Her sex lips were swollen and displayed the rouge of total lust that had overtaken her body. They were quivering wildly. Her face was contorted and held a look of desperation. As my cock touched at the entrance of her pussy I was almost frightened by the wild look in her eyes as she babbled frantically, "Hurry Dadda, h-hurry hurry oh ooo yeah do it do it...hurry..." I wanted to be part of the total feeling of abandonment. I lowered my head down, pushed my lips down on hers, and was immediately attacked by her open mouth and frantic tongue. michelle was on fire. As our hands grasped desperately at the back of each other's head my throbbing prick pushed into her hungry tight wet pussy. I felt her move her body up to meet mine and I could swear that I heard a cry of pain in my mouth as I felt myself push all the way inside her. The sensation on my cock slithering into her was exquisite, as I pushed all the way down into her. We were now both moaning in each other's mouth. Slowly I pulled my cock back and, as the tip was coming close to backing out through the entrance, michelle's clutch became more frantic. She was moaning pleadingly in my mouth as if she was begging me not to pull out. I plunged back down into her and amidst the wild sounds coming from her; she wrapped her legs tightly around me as she bucked back up to meet my thrust. I was soon in a rhythm, moving in and out of my daughter's tight pussy, which I swear was sucking on my throbbing prick. I was doing all that I could to stay on her as she thrashed about with wild uncontrolled movements. Either michelle had somehow watched a thousand x-rated porno movies and had practiced everything she had ever seen or she was what could only be described as a natural nymphomaniac. Never in my wildest dreams could I have envisioned such wildness in any girl fucking, let alone my primary school-age sweetheat. Her hips were thrashing about under me, going from side to side, bucking up and down, and to my amazement and excitement michelle actually began biting at my mouth while she continued to babble. The pressure in my throbbing prick had reached its explosive point. I had one last flash of sanity. "michelle I gotta oh honey ooo I'm gonna cum baby. Oooo I gotta pull out...!" I murmured. As I tried to pull back, michelle became like a rabid animal. The way that she was furiously clutching and desperately fucking was totally amazing. She wrapped her long legs around my hips and locked her ankles behind my buttocks. "Oh oh oh oh yeah Dadda oh oh oh..." she babbled on. "cuumm in meee, fuck my girlhole, fill me up with your sex Dadda, make babies in my belly, pleeeeeeeeeease Dadda- aaaaaaaaa rrgh" There was no way to stop myself anymore. I began pounding with warp speed into the child's cunnie and she kept pace with my movements as I began to cum. "OHHH honey I'm cumming OHHHHH, Dadda's going to fill up your babyhole, I'm cuming inside your cunnyyyyyyyyyy!" I cried out. michelle continued bucking and clutching. At the same time she was desperately urging me on, "Cum cum oh cum Dadda cum in meeeeeee cum!!!" We were both panting furiously hungrily sucking in air. "NNNNNNGGGGGG!" My teeth were clenched tight as I was shooting mind-boggling pleasurable squirts into my daughter. Squirt after squirt shot into her hole as her pussy sucked the final drops from me. It flooded into her sex and because of the enormous volume being shot into such a tight tunnel, the walls of her vagina became like a pressure vessel. It forced the cumm deep into her cervix and flooded her womb, even forcing thick wads into her tubes, bathing her baby ovaries in Dadda cum. I was finished. For minutes, I remained resting lightly upon her. We were both panting. Finally, I rolled off her. We lay side by side and I reached down and took her hand in mine. Soon our heavy breathing began to subside. "I love you sweetheart," I said exhausted. "I love you too, Dadda," she responded. We were together and that was all either of us wanted or needed. Together, forever, a girl and her Dadda. A random moment I stood straining on my tippie toes, a sure sign that I was rapidly approaching orgasm as I looked down in love and wonder at my babygirl. michelle was kneeling at my feet, rubbing at my penis which was lewdly lubricated with a water-based gel. She had come up to me unbidden (as was her wont*S*) wearing nothing but the little Care Bears t-shirt that I had brought her at the Regional show a year before. michelle invariably went about naked when we were at home together, making a big show about always being visible, always being available to Dadda's view, Dadda's touch. She received enormous satisfaction from the fact that I could satisfy my lust arbitrarily, on a whim if that is what I desired and her attire (or lack thereof) was symbolic of the fact that nothing stood between my desire and her ability and willingness to satisfy it. When she did wear anything, it was always clearly chosen to incite my hunger, to encourage my use of her body. A simple singlet or t-shirt like this was often the most effective because ................. she looked most of all like what she was, a little girl with her sex parts uncovered so her Dadda could touch and use them. If more than a few hours went by and I didn't respond to so overt an invitation, michelle would generally initiate sexual touching like she was doing now. Sometimes she would simply hop down at my feet and start to tenderly felate me, other times she was prone to kneeling down in front of me and, bending over to face away, would start some form of bawdy self stimulation, moistening her own sexhole until I predictably took advantage of it. His time she had chosen to wank my cock into hardness, using a gooey slime to make the manual jerk off feel slick and sweet like her tight little cunnie hole. I could see she was rocking herself so that her vulva was grinding onto the heel of her foot perched under her, one of the sure signs that my baby wanted to cum. I knew as always it was time to call her on her little gambit and asked expectantly "Dadda has a big load of cum building up for you honey, do you want me to squirt it in your mouth or in your cunnie hole?" What michelle said nextrocked my world in a way that I never predicted. "Neither Dadda, I want you to put it in here" and with that she turned and bent forward till her face was flat on the white tiles and her face turned to look back at me. Her hands reached around behind her and grasped either side of her dark little anus. She gathered as much of the white bottom flesh she could in her long fingers and pulled it hard aside, stretching her rear entry to a beckoning orifice that looked as tight and inviolate as her toddler vagina had looked the very first time I had touched it. Michelle used the tips of her fingers to press the gelatinous liquid into her hole and I realised that the goo covering my cock had been applied for the same pupose. This was not on impulse, michelle had planned for my to take her cherry areshole here and now, had orchestrated it so that no man on earth could or would resist sating his cock in her belly today. My baby wanted to experience anal sex and she wanted it today. The sexual curiosity, the premeditation behind this act of lust was blindingly erotic. I needed to fuck my baby's bottomhole, now! I looked at the twinge of fear quelled with lust, listened to her pleading voice "Just put it straight in Dadda, don't wait, I don't want it slow, I want you to push it straight in all the way. I can take you, honest...". Suddenly it was clear, I knew what she wanted. In my desperate desire not to hurt my baby, not to alert her, not to impinge my lust into her consciousness, I had robbed michelle of a right of passage. My slow manipulation of her sex, using her vulva as a rub tube, the stealthy stretching of her vagina till I could press myself into her without tearing her hymen. It had all be done with such patience, such care but my baby didn't know what it was like to be opened for the first time, to feel the raping cock embed itself into her insides, stretching her to the point of implosion before the tender membrane gave way and she felt the swelling meat forging a new way through raw flesh. My babygirl was offering me her virginity, not something that I coveted and took clandestinely but a gift that she could offer and I accept. A gift of love, and lust and pain. Her eyes were desperate now "Please Dadda, just put it all the way in, I'm ready for it and I know what I want, please Dadda, I want to feel you cum in my bottom..." I let my trousers drop to the floor as I knelt behind her and placed a hand on either side of her narrow hips. michelle instinctively wiggled her bottom till the tip of my member lodged in the impossibly narrow opening to her colon, she pressed back till it was straining with the pressure of breaching her sphincter, then peering back at me with a warm smile, said "Go on Dadda, just like when you take a band-aid, two" ........ 3 months later The correspondence had begun innocently enough. I had met "Harold" in a cybersex chatroom called "Across Generations" and had often seen his nickname "Bad Daddy69" logged in (a little corny, but so ....... generic and unimaginative that was less likely to catch the attention of the law enforcement officers that often sought to entrap pedophiles in these places). We talked and compared noted about our baby girls and I always got a kick out of knowing that I was describing the true nature and antics of my real time cock addicted cumbaby michelle, while all the men in these chatrooms merely simulated their aspirations describing their wannabe desires and fantasies. Similarly I had always encouraged michelle to scour the net and practice her lolitaish acts of seduction in such places. I enjoyed nothing better than watching tell the masturbating middle aged men that called her for phone sex, that her Dadda was sliding his cock into her tight fuckhole, and how she was holding the vibrating egg on her clitty, just the way Dadda liked it. They no doubt thought they were speaking to a fantasizing woman in her 30's "affecting" the voice of a child (think Marilyn Monroe meets Betty Boo). But as I heard the men grunting with orgasm, there was no doubting her frenzied arousal. She simply loved the thought of men's cocks getting hard and cuming for her! Yet as Harold described his "Helen", something rang true in his words. Perhaps it was the way he described the stealth that was needed to turn his normal little child into the depraved sexgirl that he now claimed to enjoy, or the fact that he didn't just always want to talk about the sex, but also described the minutia, the sometimes boring details of what it took to keep the fact that your daughter was also your cocktoy, a secret from the world. For whatever reason, it suddenly dawned on me that he was telling the truth, just like me! On impulse, I messaged him one day "Hey Harold, would you send me a picture of Helen, just so I know what this little cumpoppet of yours looks like?" he messaged back "Sure, just setting up the webcam ........BRB". A moment later, an image began to assemble itself on my screen, of a delicious little 9 year old, squatting with thighs spread wide so you could catch a glimpse of her bald little cunniehole. She had the cock of a man in his late 40s in her mouth and was obviously sucking it with gusto, while the man with his trousers around his ankles smiled smugly at the camera. I was looking intently at the photo for any clue that it might be authentic, a freshly taken image rather than one of the innumerable (and often badly dated) photos of underage girls being used for men's pleasure that circulated endlessly in chatrooms across the net. I was still peering intently when another attachment appeared that changed michelle's and my life forever. It was a short video obviously taken from the point of view of the man. It showed the same girl lying on her back on a table, her shoulders rhythmically being pushed up by thrusting below out of frame. It zoomed in on her lewdly smiling face and she said "Does michelle like it when you do this to her?". The camera panned down over her torso, giving a glimpse of the standing man's cock sliding in and out of her tender young vagina, the girl was starting to moan and whimper with pleasure as the camera was turned towards the man's still smug face. He winked once and then the clip ended. I feverishly typed a response...."We have to meet" 6 months later ..............michelle lay dozing on some sort of low divan.... Sounds entered her ears but refused to penetrate into her mind, they echoed from somewhere a long way off..........confused, garbled, not unpleasant, it was just that she did not care what they were. She was swimming in a great big bowl of warm narcotic custard, skipping over the ocean of oblivion like a stone dipping in and out of unconsciousness, not particularly interested in maintaining the effort required to remain awake, the darkness beckoned. Something called to her, was it her name ........"Dadda?" but the sound was not the thing pulling her back, keeping her cognizant. It was something else? ....... Not sound, not sight (her eyes were screwed resolutely shut) it was ............ a feeling...something familiar, something far more powerful than sight or sound something? .......... Oh, it was a feeling *S* touch, sensation, something nice was happening to her, it was soft ......mmmmmmm it was ....."ohhhh Daddddaaaa"........... There were people, lots of people, noise, squelching & slurping and what was that bumping?? She could hear her Dadda's voice more clearly now ......"That's right dear, that's my good girl.......*she smiled, her Dadda was happy with her* ....... That's it, let them put their cocks in you, your such a lovely girl to fuck, they all want a turn". Sensation was returning and she realized that she was holding both hands, but what was that bumping? ....... "Good girl, make them cum for Dadda"....Oh, they were cocks, she had cocks in each of her hands! Her hands were full of some kind of lotion and she was rubbing them back and forth. She then identified other hands holding her legs up and apart.... She forced her eyes to open a peek, but there was so much going on that she screwed them shut almost immediately. Always the pushing, bumping? There were men close, kneeling, pressing in to get close to her. The ones with their cocks in her hands, thrusting, their faces like masks of lust over her and another face...? The one on top of her....Oh, he was fucking her. She was being fucked, that was what the bumping was, he was bumping her against the low loveseat she was splayed on as he thrust into her. That was the nice feeling she was getting in between her legs. It all made sense now, she opened her eyes again to take a peek just as the two men kneeling over her began to spurt in unison. She felt the jets of semen streaking out of their penis' splashing over her breasts, her neck and tummy. They were cuming on her *S* "That's a good girl, see how much they need my babygirl, their cocks spurted for you. The scene changed, other men new men are moving in, taking the place of the others, she can hear moaning and feel her bottom being lifted up off the divan. The man in michelle's vagina is cuming too and she can feel the pressure of the spurt and the overflow down her leg, she can tell that he is not the first. Michelle's cunnie is drenched with cum, as is her body. She looks over his shoulders and see another man straining to take his place and behind him others, many others, jostling to see and fuck the babywhore. "That's right, let the men use your cunnie, just like Dadda taught you, just like Dadda made you".... Soothing sounds of her Dadda's voice, and his touch, unmistakable. His hands on her face, behind her neck his lips grazing hers, gently kissing her. At the first touch of his tongue on her teeth, she begins to buck under the man between her legs. She thrashes so that the men restraining her legs redouble their grip and pull her thighs apart till her groin is strained. Dadda is kissing her and she wants to cum, cum for her Dadda. He leans down to her ear and whispers softly "I Love you my darling girl". Then Dadda's hands are behind her neck, his fingers are lifting her chin up and straightening out the tunnel formed by her neck, angling her throat to make a deep fuckhole, she knows Dadda likes to fuck her mouth like that. Her Dadda's cock is wobbling before her eyes as he kneels to take position above her head, and guides his cock into her throat. Now she is complete, now she is happy. Dadda loves her, Dadda needs her. As his finger tips guide her own cockjerking hands "That's right baby, milk them onto your pretty sift skin for Dadda" ... and his cock occupies her mouth and her throat engulfs him, michelle starts the gushing cum that she has become known for in certain circles. She here's men exclaiming, then moans and grunts, in the background a smattering of applause. Dadda beams in pride as his writhing squirt baby cums under him and in that moment, there is no one else in the room, just a girl and her Dadda. One year later Michelle stood in the middle of the dark wood paneled room, a blind fold covering her face, expectantly waiting for the surprise I had promised her tonight. Tonight was special, she knew and I had promised her a treat. Tonight was her 12th Birthday! Around the room a small gathering of men in expensive clothes, smoking jackets, blazers some opting for more unconventional attire, leather gear, latex and one stood with an enormous penis peeking from a frilly negligee. It was a place where conventional judgments and morality were ................. irrelevant. Some of the men sat in large leather chesterfield lounges and chairs, or stood against fireplace, bookcases or at the foot of a giant oak staircase that ascended to the first floor. Many young girls, infants through to young teens stood, kneeled or sat at their Dadda's (or guardian's, or foster carer's) feet, most naked, some dressed in the provocative garb or cherubs, courtesans, schoolgirls or whores. There were several young boys present also, two stood to one side of michelle, arms interlinked, each fondling the others genitals absently, waiting for the evening's entertainment to unfold. michelle was alert and functional, despite being comprehensively drugged. Several of the guests were Doctors (and Barristers and Parliamentarians and Judges.......) and they had perfected the concoctions that I dosed her with to staggering effect. While she could happily stand still blindfolded, with no loss of balance, could respond and retain consciousness, michelle was floating on a cocktail of drugs that left her without inhibition (although her demure nature still shone through *S*), without anxiety, completely compliant and most important of all, devoid of any capacity to recollect events since I administered the drugs, just before the limousine had called to collect us. It had come a long way since the mickey fins of her youth! Most of the young charges had their lips wrapped around their parent/carer's cock, others had their hands inside the robe or zippers and the rhythmic rise and fall of fabric told the story of gentle caresses and squeezes beneath. One or two of the children were mere tots, somewhere between 2 and 4 years of age and there were several older girls that were obviously given the task of caring for them. One, a girl of no more then 13 and heavily pregnant nursed a baby baby boy at her teat on the lounge, while holding his legs apart for one of the gentlemen to suckle at the boy's thin cock. michelle was dressed angelically, my heart swelled with pride as I saw the men's cock's engorge at the sight of her. She had on a little cream satin bustier that pinched in her tiny waist, giving her hips form and curve beyond their years. It was cut below her pert little breastbuds, pushing them up and together giving her the impression of cleavage where in truth there was none. Her nipples stood large and defined against dark areolas, a sure sign of the precocious presence of sex hormones constantly flooding her body and of the semen that was rubbed into them daily. Her breasts were covered with fine goosebumps that served to define and highlight the delectable firmness of her blossoming bosom. The bustier was matched with dainty panties, see-thru with detailed embroidery encasing her delicious little sex, and also hooked down to hold up sheer silk stockings, with lovely frilly tops squeezing the tops of her svelte thighs. She unconsciously moved her weight from foot to foot in high stiletto heels which defined and outlined her ankles and calves and made her stand with her cute little bottom pushed a little out and her lovely developing bosom accentuated. Her breathing was coming in short pants at the excitement of being so exposed and at having been blindfolded since our arrival. She heard the unmistakable sounds of sex, the sighs of children and the grunts of adult men and her fingers played nervously at the edge of her lips as she fought to stop from covering herself, just like Dadda had said. I had never seen her looking so beautiful, my perfect little lolita poppet, my cumbaby, Dadda's only sexgirl. Our elderly host currently had a ten year-old girl named Heather astride his leg and a girl perched on either arm of his chair. Young Heather, inhibitions undone and libido spiked by drugs, was walking around in a daze. Cocaine had been rubbed liberally into her vagina, making her move constantly despite the sedatives in her veins. It was also making her incredibly horny and her cunnie unbelievably itchy. She had walked up to the old gentleman with big hazel eyes full of lust and the end of her wheat colored ponytail in her mouth. Unconscious of what she was doing, she'd lifted her red satin party dress and tried to mount his leg. He had helped her straddle his thigh and was petting her as she rocked her excited little pussy on his leg. I stepped forward towards michelle and kissed her gently on the her soft lips as my hands lifted to cradle her precious face and I felt her melt against me. "Dadda told you today was special, not just because it was your Birthday and that I had a surprise for you, something for being such a good girl for Dadda, didn't I honeygirl?" "Yes Dadda!" she uttered excitedly. "And Dadda always keeps his promises to his babygirl, doesn't he". "Yes Dadda!". I turned to our host and he nodded and gave a signal to a Butler clad in the formal attire of his trade. He turned to a door at the rear of the room and went to retrieve michelle's special present. Mickey had sensed the excitement of the day the moment the red ribbon was tied in a bow under his chin. He was happy but suspicious of being free to run about and the over crowded room and this confused him. Pussy everywhere, and food! It was more than his walnut brain could process. Too much noise! Too many smells! Then out of the sensory confusion the perfect smell appeared, he was smelling one particular pussy, familiar, comforting one that smelled ....... right. Mickey was a smart dog, and although he was still a young dog, easily trained. For the last month while he was kept at the mansion ready to be michelle's treat he had been given constantly refreshed pairs of her panties to sniff, to familiarize himself with. michelle did not question why her Dadda made her wear her panties for 3 days at a time, nor why he always had her remove them and hand to me rather than putting them in the hamper. I had placed them in ziplock bags and sent them over with the driver that called twice a week for them. In the kennels, they were produced at each meal time and the handlers had given Mickey the scent of her each day twice a day before mealtime. In this way her scent was already positively associated for Mickey and this was reinforced by the `special' handling he got from Heather and the other special wards to whom the old man was legal guardian. After each evening meal one of the children would come and lay in the kennel with Mickey. The handlers would hold michelle's recently soiled panties to his nose as the nominated girl would felate the dog. Laying on his side she would rub her pursed lips up and down the length of his glistening red shaft, pulling the furry pouch aside to reveal the bulbous cock. Finally as he starting whimipering she would close her mouth over the head and swallow the long dog penis right down to the knot, and holding it gurgling in her gullet as the dog pumped its seemingly endless stream of semen into her preteen belly. Powerful conditioning was overwhelming to the dog who had reached the peak of his sexual maturity and had a constant urge to breed. Even as the pheromones began to reach his incredibly sensitive nostrils he began to simultaneously salivate, his cock slid glistening and stiff from its sheath and he began to involuntarily rut as he walked. He was as imprinted with the need to fuck michelle as she was to be her Dadda's fucktoy. "Beautiful girl, here is your special surprise" I say, removing the blindfold. There arrowing towards her through the crowd (guided by his keen scent) was Mickey, her own first ever puppy. "Oh Dadda, is he really mine, really for me? "Happy birthday baby!" "You're mine!" michelle sighed. Mickey, the dog, would have echoed those words if he was able. He spoke the dog equivalent, pressing his muzzle between a pair of fragrant thighs, and finding the source of the perfect aroma. His dog heart filled with love and his penis bulged like a spear of pink passion. Little fingers scratched behind his ears as the tasty pussy rubbed his snout. michelle was weak-kneed and trembly, covered with goosebumps like she was being tickled all over. Mickey's warm furry muzzle was planted between her legs, his tongue frantically licking the crotch of her panties. The cloth was soaked with her stickiness and her puppy's spit. She buried her fingers in Mickey's soft fur and lifted his head to look at his handsome face. "I love you," she told him and scratched him behind his furry ears as his nose poked back down to her cunnie. She had slid to her knees between my legs so she could hug her dog and now gazed up at her father, melting with gratitude. "Thank you, Dadda! You knew what I wanted more than anything"................."Always, my poppet" I replied wryly. I petted her hair, watching Mickey press his nose low to get it between her thighs again and I saw her lift her bottom a bit to give his tongue easier access. Seeing this made my big cock jump with need, aching to be squeezed. It was straining with eagerness out of my open pants fly, little bubbles of precum dripping from its ruby slit. michelle's mouth watered and she wrapped her hand around it, leaning on me to steady herself under the force of Mickey's loving attack. It felt so good for both of us! She licked my cockhead and then pursed her lips around my knob to suck my juice, trying to get more cock spit out of the hole. I groaned and thrust into her hand, poking her mouth and michelle thought she must be the luckiest little girl in the world this Birthday. She put her hand on my fat balls to jiggle my eggs while she sucked me. Even though she wanted to feel her Dadda spurt in her mouth, she let go of my dick as I started to cum. Moaning, she arched her back, spreading her legs as the seizure of pleasure gripped her. She held her big puppy's head as the last spasm shivered through her, to stop his assault. Mickey gazed up at her through his shaggy gold fringe and whimpered. I gazed at her with Love. "Did you see!" she gasped, grateful to be lifted up in my hands, praying I'd seen everything. "Daddy saw, baby." My voice caressed her, so deep and loving, and aroused. I was dying to plunge my cock into michelle's wet vagina but I wanted to deepen her bond with Mickey; take advantage of the special moment for her by teaching her the special game of fucking her dog. I was also mindful of the expectant hush that had come over the room. There wasn't a man in the room who did not have his cock out of his pants and wasn't being sucked, fondled, licked or fucked by one of the available cumtots in the room. Even the Butler had (after asking his Master's permission) sat himself on the Piano stool at the other end of the room and was in the process of impaling girl of no more than 7 onto the paper thin flesh of his erect tool. I lifted michelle gently and carried her over and laid her down on her belly on the plush ottoman of an armchair that was now set in the middle of the room. "I'm so happy with you, baby" I told michelle, bending down to kiss her cheek, stroking her back, as I removed her sodden panties. "Did you see him lick me?" she asked, propping up on her elbows. As ever, I was moved by my daughter's joy "I saw every lick," I assured her. "Baby," I said, stroking her bare bottom. I was in agony of wanting her, but resisted. Mickey was whimpering, his big pink dick seemed as torturously hard as my own. It looked much too big for his body. He was only a mid sized dog, but was hung with the meaty seven inch of cock of one of his anonymous ancestors. "Look at your puppy, sweetheart," I said. "He's suffering." michelle turned her bright blonde head to see. Her little jaw dropped and her eyes got big. "See how swollen and hard his penis is, baby?" I said, allowing myself to finger the tight warm pussy I wanted so badly to fuck, trying not to think about my own suffering. "It's so pink!" she exclaimed. The big pup darted his head forward to lick his new mistress's face. michelle cooed sympathetically and wrapped her arm around his neck. The poor dog started humping the air as she kissed him. "Don't worry, Mickey," she told him softly. "I'll be just like a little girl dog for you. I'll never let you be lonely!" "Good girl," I praised, as I positioned her hips. I added a small pillow under them to lift her a little bit higher. "Daddy will be right here helping you, Pet. Don't be afraid." *** Mickey's penis was beautiful! Bubble gum pink with raspberry highlights. michelle could still see it in her mind as it spread her cunnie wide and he pushed inside. Mickey needed her bad! She didn't protest as several young attendants lifted his paws up to place them gently on either side of michelle's thin hips. There were audible moans from those around her as michelle lifted her preteen arse to admit his cock deep into her belly. His fur was soft, tickling her bottom and the backs of her thighs. The sweet feeling of being stuffed with a thrusting puppy prick made her moan with happiness. Even better, at last she was feeling humping motions she had dreamt of. Mickey was fucking her hard and fast, like a dick on springs, and she loved the wild bestial rutting. Already she loved Mickey and she knew that he loved her too. But here, now she was just a girldog for Mickey to fuck, cummeat for him to rut into, to use until his thrusting cock exploded into her. And that was what little michelle wanted more than ever, right now, in front of all these people, in front of her beloved Dadda. She would be the best cumgirl, the best puppywhore any of them had ever seen! His humWith each hump, the knot of his penis was bumping her swollen button, making it harder and harder. Each bump sent currents of heat through her pussy and belly. She was greedy for more and kept lifting her bottom to feel his bulge hit her clit. She could smell my crotch. I was kneeling right in front of her, my hands by her sides as I covered Mickey's paws. "Fuck me, Mickey," she groaned. Her fuckhole and clit were being pounded harder and harder. Then suddenly, the big knot that had been ramming her bud, went into her vagina, forced inside by her puppy's frantic humping. Michelle screamed and nearly swooned as her cunnie locked around the ballooning penis. Several of the older men began to moan, cuming into the mouths, hands, vaginas and anuses of the children in their laps. "Daddy, it's too big!" she cried. "It's okay, baby," I murmured close to her ear. "It's how Mickey shows you I loves you. Doesn't it feel good, baby, filling you up?" She didn't reply but merely starting emitting a low gurgling noise, a moan rising from somewhere deep in her abdomen. It did feel good! Like a big wave at the beach, lifting and taking her up and up. She seemed to feel Mickey's spunk pouring inside her and knew he was in ecstasy of loving her. The pressure was intense. "Mickey is squirting in me and I'm cumming, Daddy," she moaned as the pleasure sent chills through her body. "Good girl." My voice was sweet in her ear. michelle's whole body pulsed with her climax. She grabbed hold of me like she might wash away, hugging me, rubbing her mouth on my stiff dick, breathing its comforting smell mixed with puppy dog cum. She licked and bit at my cock as another wave of cumming hit her. I love my daddy she thought, I love my Mickey, she screamed inside as her body convulsed with cumming again. I planted my cock for a handful of blissful thrusts in my daughter's hungrily sucking mouth. It was only force of will that had kept me from raping her mouth earlier while watching my baby writhe through multiple orgasms, tied to her dog. She gagged on the enormous erection as I thrust into her neck, the convulsions this caused wracked her tiny body, squeezing the dog's knot even more, making it feel gargantuan in her child sized cunnie. This in turn both stirred MIckey on to pump more of his viscous puppy ooze into the girl and forced her over the edge again to another choking orgasm. She struggled to breathe, not noticing when I pinched her nose shut, sending her into spasms of thrashing that sucked the biggest orgasm of my life from my aching balls. She arched her back once more as she teetered on the verge of asphyxiation, self preservation causing her body pulsing to jerk on Mickey's cock in "le petite mort". I released her nostrils and withdrew my deflating cock, to watch her deliciously hardened nipples rise and fall as she drew great lungfuls of air, utterly spent. "That's my good girl, that's Dadda's sexgirl" I gasped, looking down at the thick ropes of cum that drooled from her lips and had splattered her smooth blemish free chin. Two years later "Please Dadda, please push it in, it won't hurt the baby I promise!". I looked at my darling daughter, naked on her knees on the kitchen floor, her school uniform pushed up over her buttocks to reveal her firm ripe round buttocks and her open, empty sexhole peeking from between splayed thighs, michelle looking over her shoulder her eyes pleading, imploring. Her sexual hunger had become limitless, her need insatiable. Whether it was due to the hormones that were coursing through her body now that she was 8 months pregnant with my baby, or just the that the thought that she was breeding with her own father was so naughty that it tripped some switch in her, I could not tell. All I knew is that michelle wanted me day and night, she had become nymphmaniacal, hypersexual, an delicious expectant little pregnant harlot for her Dadda. Minutes before I had been sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when she came in the door from school, her arm under the swollen belly that pushed out like a tent in front of her specially tailored uniform. Oh, hadn't that caused an uproar at the school, counsellors and year advisors had plenty of advice for the sole father of such a wayward teen. And of course little michelle had played her part with aplomb, even breaking down and crying as she sat with me in the Principal's office and confided how an "indiscretion" at summer camp with a teen boy had left her in this condition (she had rubbed my cock through my pants while we waited outside his office, snickeringin a whisper that "The principle was gonna see Dadda's hard on, nyah, nyah, nyah. You're gonna get detention, nyah, nyah, nyah!). But the truth was that I had planted my seed deep inside my daughter's belly day after day, night by night and now we watched her tummy swell inevitantly and expectantly with the offspring/sibling she carried inside her. This joyous event had been something we had both wanted for so long and free from the shakles of conventional morality, there seemed to be no reason on earth why we should wait. My baby would finish her schooling by correspondence and she knew that Dadda planned to look after her for ever and ever, so we couldn't see any reason not to fill her belly with Dadda's cum until he made a baby inside her. And so it was that my little coquet had walked through the door declaring that she had waited all day to be fucked and couldn't wait a minute longer. She had even made one her year 7 "groupies" as we called them, lick her cunnie in the darkened lighting box of the drama auditorium after lunch but it didn't hold her, it just took the edge off. She had recruited many young fleshlets to her cause, having a sexual magnetism and command of her powers of seduction that most women didn't achieve till their 30's, if at all. But his darling fucktot had experienced so, so much more than most 30 years olds (in fact she had had more sex, tasted more semen and made enough cocks jerk in orgasm over her for any three lifetimes). She sat squarely on the table straight in front of me, a foot on either side me on the chair and leaned back on one hand and rubbed her belly lewdly. "My baby knows when your daughter wants to be fucked Dadda. It can feel my needing and it gets restless" "it" was still of indeterminate sex. We had forgone the usual heads up from the Ultrasound technician and instead preferred to conjecture. Mostly michelle did this while sitting astride me, riding up and down on my cock, or when she would reach back and pull the cheeks of her anus apart so I could rape that other dark hole. She knew the debauched suggestions, the carnal comparisons of what being a sister/mother to either an infant girl or boy was so taboo as to make my cock ache from engorgement. Rubbing, her belly in circles that began on her navel and undoing one button of the chequered St Cuths dress on each pass, she gradually broadened her rotations until her fingers were raking her swollen breasts and gently tickling her fastidiously bald cleft. "It's moving Dadda, can you see it? I think some of what runs through my veins is already in it Dadda. Just as you taught me to associate being dreamy and drowsy with arousal, with having cum over me, covering me, with having orgasms, I think my baby is learning to need sex already!" She knew her vulgar words would inflame me, that and the way her white socked toe had slipped from her school shoe and was now circling round and round my groin. There was no mistaking the tenting of my erection in my casual shorts, already making my uncomfortable sitting there, begging to be freed. "You know Dadda, I think this little one is going to be born a sex baby, just like me..., think about it, when you touch my fuckhole, lick me or rape my bottom, the baby feels it inside. It hears me moan, feels my respiration, heatbeat all go crazy and then .................whoooosh, it feels the electric impulses going haywire as my orgasm short circuits every nerve in my body (especially the ones around my sexual organs and that's what my womb is Dadda, my womb is part of my cunnie, Dadda and that's where you fuck me") My penis was pulsing now, she was being so depraved, so corrupt and she knew that drove me mad. Just like that first time when I felt her rocking with me, felt her responding to my thigh raping when she was just a baby. It aroused me incredibly to know that she hungered, she needed like I did. It wasn't just me, it wasn't just a Dadda using, abusing his Daughter, it was giving my baby what she needed, making her feel good, just like her body wanted to feel. She had the dress completely open now and was pressing three fingers deep below her ponderous belly, stretching her hand past the moving, living bulge that swelled before my eyes and driving them into her vagina. There was already a little pool of girl cum on the table underneath her, some of which had begun to drip off the edge of the table and was starting to make a dark patch on my billowing shorts. The other hand was squeezing at her impossibly enlarged breast, alternately stroking and tweaking at each until little droplets of viscous liquid formed at each nipple. "There Dadda, I've made some milk for you you want to taste some of your baby daughter's sweet breast milk?" she teased the teats then squeezed one so that a stream of droplets shot across my chest and chin, lips and open mouth. I stared at the darkened nipples, so much larger and suckable now that she was pregnant. Inevitably when she got on her knees and began begging me to fuck her, she knew that it would work. Was I that predictable, that ensnared in her sexual wiles, that beholden to her girlish cunnie? I didn't know, didn't care, as my shorts dropped to the floor and my cock sprang free, sending a shot of precum sailing to land on her milky white bottom. It didn't matter, what mattered was that I put my dick in her, now! "You know I feel the baby move every time when it knows you're going to fuck me. Do you think it's moving so your cock will rub it where it feels best, do you think it's already learning how to be a good cockbaby for you? I know one thing though, when you fuck me hard and make your little girl cum, my bloodstream is going to be awash with endorphins, the closest thing to liquid love there is. Do you think the baby likes that Dadda, do you think it's cum addicted like me already?" michelle's coaxing teasing questions were having the desired effect. My cock was already rearing, then veins down it's side throbbing dark and blue. As I knelt down behind her I saw her heavy belly ballooned between her legs, her heavy, milk laden breast seeping onto the floor and watched as the fingers of one hand rubbed at her clittybud like a very deranged thing. "I'm going to cum now Dadda and I know I'm going to squirt a lot. Will you put your cock in me, hard? Make it good for me Dadda" How could I say now to my babygirl. She needed her Dadda. Three years later I hold little Faith as she peers over the side of the baby crib in the delivery suite..."Isth, that oww bubba, Dadda?" ..."yes dear, that's your little brother Dwayne" ....... I smile at the curious look on her sweet face and squeeze your hand as we watch our darling little girl meet her baby brother. "hees sthorta funny looking an he crys a lot" we both laugh, another indelible memory (another "Kodak moment") just one of the innumerable that we have shared on this glorious, unlikely adventure we have shared. I think for a moment of another baby, swaddled and sweet just like this. It seems just yesterday, that I held you darling michelle and squeezed another dear woman's hand. I wonder what she would make of this strange circle of love we have made? I ponder but a moment, then smile. I have made us a family and taken care of the two people she loved most in the whole world, a girl and her Dadda. And now our little family is complete and it's time to move to a new phase of our love, create a new special bond with my little girl. To make my babygirl daughter my wife. Six years later The new Mrs Jordan had made quite an impression at my firm, I thought to myself as I watched another of the Junior Executives eye her with barely disguised lust. I was the most admired man in the company, yes in part because of my meteoric rise (and close personal relationship with the firms Billionaire owner Oishi-san) but mostly because of the beautiful young wife that they assumed I had won through the hurly burly of corporate life, the money, trinkets and toys with which I could now shower her. My little girl had graduated from Dadda's cuddling cumbaby to wayward teen babymaker and now had taken the place that she was destined to occupy since her mother's tragic death over 20 years ago. In one final, cross-country trip, she had left our home as my daughter and arrived with me to take up a much sought after corporate role as my delicious young trophy wife. It took some organising, I had worked hard to ensure that I maintained the fit frame of a man a decade younger and my little squirtbaby had started to dress up (when we were out in public *S*) like a lady well beyond her tender years. The end result was that we could pass as one of the countless couples where a guiless ingénue and a seasoned man of the world had each found in the other what they wanted, what they needed. And was that so far from the truth? My girl had found in her Dadda the husband who would love and protect her for the rest of her days and could love her the only way she knew how, completely and utterly, without conditions, without limits. And I had found a girl, who was become a woman, who had given me back what that drunk driver had taken away, a family. She was my daughter, my lover, the mother to my new babies and now, my wife. When we had arrived in a new city and the removalists had driven off after two days of unpacking and decorating, we sat around, my new babygirl wife and our two kids and suddenly realised that this was the start of a whole new life together, a life not just as a girl and her Dadda but as husband and wife. And my little girl had done everything in her power to help create that life with me, going so far beyond the role of the good corporate wife that it makes me blush at times to think about it (O.K maybe blushing is a bit fat fetched, but you'll see what I mean). In my last position, my promotion from Regional Executive to Divisional President was, let's say ........ accelerated by the sudden departure of the current incumbent, one Hank Treadwell. He was an acutely well qualified and competent Manager who was sadly also morally bankrupt. He was widely known for his marital indiscretions and on more than one occasion had been known to have sacked a female subordinate under dubious circumstances. Darling michelle delivered me his head on a plate rather unexpectedly at a cocktail party thrown in honour of the visiting Japanese Chairman of the Board, Oishi Kitanaka (now just Oishi-san, to those in his inner circle). The black tie affair was held in the palatial Australian headquarters of the firm and as the evening wore on and the saki flowed, I noticed michelle seemed somewhat preoccupied and had spent a large portion of the evening watching Hank's movements as he "worked the room". At one stage I saw them deep in conversation, then when I next looked up they were no where to be seen. Moments later I heard a scream (unmistakeably michelle's) then a male yell and a slapping sound, before she burst crying from the locked Executive washroom. This of course brought the party to a standstill and as I rushed forward to embrace and comfort her, I saw my boss the National President Kirk Pendergrace going by me, into the washroom to investigate. The door closed behind him and there were loud raised voices, before Treadwell was escorted from the room by 3 of Kitanaka's Sumo-sized "Assistants" (known affectionately to insiders as the `goon squad') never to be seen on company premises again. After taking michelle downstairs and being taken home in Kitanaka's personal Rolls Royce, my shyly smiling mischievous minx confided that events unfolded something like this. Michelle had been making outrageously flirtatious remarks to Hank (covertly) during the night (including one about how she couldn't come at the raw fish and other so called delicacies served up to honour Oishi-san and as a consequence was positively starving for some protein, in fact if she didn't get something filling inside her body soon, she might just pass out). At one stage she had casually held her fingers under his nose and asked casually, "What do you think that smell is?" Hank apparently answered honestly ..."Sushi?", to which she replied, "Well Hank you know, I never touch the stuff ..................... but I'm glad to know you find it .........appetising". Then after feeding Hank one whisky after another (and feigning drunkness herself to him), she had volunteered that she was going to the ladies room to "powder her nose" and (discretely squeezing his crotch) wondered if he'd like to join her? (she also wondered idly "where she'd heard that the Exec Bathroom had lockable doors?" *S*). Well that was too much for old Hank and after waiting a (barely) decent moment, he headed off to follow her. After locking the main outer door, he found my little michelle with her pert arse perched on the long marble vanity, back against the mirror, just as she extracted two fingers from her aromatic cunnie and sucked them clean. As he rushed forward, she expertly pivoted and slammed his arse up onto the ledge while dropping to her knees in front of him. Her hands deftly undid the fly of his Tux trousers which dropped down over his elevated feet and hit the floor and she reached in to free his rapidly inflating cock. She drove her mouth down and engulfed his cock warmly in her sweet mouth till her lips suckled at his balls while she reached in to free her own ample breasts and rubbed them lewdly along the sides of his cock as she tongued and sucked at the head. This had the desired effect and soon his cock was turning purple in its engorgement and he was audibly whimpering with the desire to shoot his load in, on or over her. She stood and began to unbutton the front of his frilled front shirt to expose his (now puffed up) chest. She smiled sweetly at Hank, his cock and balls now resting (symbolically) in her soft, warm, feminine hands and (I would give half of my first years President's bonus which is in itself a six figure amount, to have seen the look on Hank's face at this point) then without explanation, michelle did the following things in quick succession:1. She put a finger into each of her nostrils and pinched the cartilage between them really hard (guaranteed to trigger a flood of tears) 2. let loose a shrill piercing scream that scared the shit out of him (thereby increasing his respiration and general disorientation) 3. Leaned in and bit him extremely hard on the right nipple, causing him to yell at the top of his lungs (and co-incidentally making his cock grow noticeably more swollen unintended bonus) 4. Stood back and looked at his now totally confused face, drew back and slapped herself savagely in the face before tearing at the bodice of her evening gown, (cost of replacing dress $6,500.00, increase in salary as a result of promotion $460,000, look on Hank's face as he was led away ...priceless!). 5. finally she winked at Hank and ran crying from the room into my arms. I can only guess at Kirk's reaction when he came to the door to see Hank standing, family jewels at attention, his trousers at half mast round his ankles and his mouth opening and closing silently (Kirk confided to me later that had always hated Hank's guts, as an individual he found he objectionable and was delighted at the opportunity to terminate him). The fact that Oishi-san considered Hank's shameful and unprovoked attack to have brought shame upon Oishi-san himself was as much a reflection of his own personal integrity as it was his Japanese cultural values. ("I just looked up and he was there, with this ....look in his eyes. He must have followed me when I excused myself.... He tried to ....he tried to ..ohh... it was just awful") He came to our home the next day (an unprecedented gesture) to apologise that such a man had ever been allowed to work for his firm, let alone occupy a position of power. He hoped his humble apology (and the $165,000 diamond necklace he gave her, bowing as he did so) would give her some solace. When my darling michelle advised she couldn't accept (she was genuinely touched by his concern) he looked at her for one moment, then asked her to reconsider. He pleaded that she took his offering if only to afford him the opportunity of reclaiming a small portion of the face that Hank had taken through his cowardly attack. michelle bowed to Oishi-san and thanked him humbly and the look of gratitude on his face told her instantly that any other decision would only have caused this proud man from an archaic but heartfelt culture, more pain. That I was the best candidate for the promotion was unquestioned. That I would be given the promotion (and fast tracked to be Kirk's successor when he retired in two years time) was a forgone conclusion. Kirk never asked and Oishi-san never answered, that was how things happened in Japanese firms. But that we had been anointed and would be forever favoured was confirmed when my perk allowance was extended to a 2nd (bright pink VW Convertible) car and we joined the list of those flying to Tokyo for the firms annual Christmas Balls and other such gala events. I still recall my little michelle, looking sheepishly at me after the driver had dropped us home that night and she had confided the whole elaborate tale, looking at me with a smile that was equal parts cherub and incubus "you aren't mad at me, are you Dadda? .......... Did I do good? *S*" She did good and she does good, every single day, as the new Mrs Jordan. We spend each day, loving each other the best ways we know how. We still sometimes play those ....ruder games (we occasionally on interstate trips visit the circle of confidants we developed and michelle acts as something of a mentor to some of the younger new girls) but much of our life is now, dare I say ordinary. Yet it's those times walking with my babygirl, holding her hand and then drawing her into my waist and pulling her lips to mine that I rejoice at the miracle of it. The simple joy of being able to kiss michelle passionately across the table at a restaurant, on a beach without looking over our shoulder. To be able to book in to a Hotel under Mr and Mrs Jordan ...and mean it! The simple miracle is that we get to enjoy this love, this life everyday, just a girl and her Dadda.