Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Lizard69 Title: Baby Summary: Who says there's no such thing as an "adult molester"? Keywords: gdom gg mg This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If the story codes following the title freak you out, don't read it. If I mis-coded drop me a note through the author email link at ASSTR. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2013 by Lizard69. Julie (Mgg gg reluctant) by Lizard69 I know a pervert, a genuine sexual predator. This amoral monster seems to take a special delight in manipulating people. By the time they realize what's going on they're active participants in their own degradation. At this point I don't know whether to strangle the little bitch, or thank her for setting up the most intense sexual encounter I've ever had. I guess the only real place to begin is at the beginning. A week after Julie was born her mom checked herself into the flake ward. The doctor told me it was "severe postnatal depression" and that we were lucky. Women in much better shape than Helen had tried to stop the depression by getting rid of the baby. Yeah..., right. I had a social worker chasing me with forms to give my daughter up for adoption. She was absolutely certain you had to have tits to be capable of caring for a baby. I had an asshole boss telling me that *somebody* was going to be doing my job real soon, whether I came back or not. My heavily medicated, soon to be ex-wife, had her parents convinced that I deliberately caused her to trip her breakers by getting her pregnant in the first place. My own parents had me late in life and were about three steps from needing diapers themselves. I told the smiling shrink that if he thought this was luck I hoped he caught a triple dose of it. We managed to hang on somehow. My folks watched Julie while I worked days and took night courses in Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. By the time she was a toddler I was working from home as a technical translator. "Latch the filter cover in place by turning the locking handle ninety degrees to the right." will never match Hemingway, but it put groceries on the table. It had some strange side effects though. To improve my skills most of the TV and movies I watched were foreign language and when Julie hit first grade she thought anyone who couldn't speak at least three languages was slightly retarded. The attitude didn't make her popular but there wasn't much I could do about it. She needed me too much as a dad for me to toss that and try to be her best friend. Then Amber and her dad moved in a couple blocks down the street. The two girls are nothing like each other. Julie is thick bodied, almost pudgy, with curly red hair and a dusting of freckles. Amber is match stick thin with big blue eyes and streaky blond hair cut tomboy short. Julie is almost painfully shy while Amber is immediately in your space, almost, "in your face", but so innocently friendly that while it may be startling it really isn't offensive. Both girls have divorced moms they've barely met. Both have just turned twelve, and they go to the same school. If I had to guess I'd say they're at opposite ends of whatever range their peers consider socially acceptable. Since they started hanging together they couldn't care less what the herd thinks. That's even more true since *IT* happened. Julie slept over at Amber's place that Friday, which wasn't unusual. I got a little concerned when she was back home, alone, before I finished my coffee the next morning. Asking a few questions caught me a lap full of daughter crying like she'd lost her last friend. It wasn't long until the phone rang. She told me she didn't want to talk to Amber and went to her room. When I picked up, the girl on the other end was totally frantic. She kept babbling something about a disk, saying that Julie had to give it back or her dad was going to kill her. Setting the phone down I checked the backpack Julie left in the hall and sure enough, there was an unlabeled CD in there. I told Amber to come on over and loaded the disk into my laptop while I was waiting. Now I'm not a prude and I've been around some. I know it isn't unusual for a couple of young girls to be curious about sex and get giggly comparing notes about boys. It's a little more rare for them to "practice" on each other the things they might like to try with boys but it does happen. I wasn't really surprised to see a total extrovert teaching my little introvert how to masturbate. What I couldn't figure out was how somebody had made a recording and how Julie had discovered that the video existed. When Amber got here she had some serious explaining to do. Don't ask me why I copied the disk to my hard drive before taking it out. I guess I've had enough computer crashes that I automatically make a backup of everything. Amber calmed down a lot when she saw that I had the disk then started getting nervous again when I asked her to have a seat in the living room. I practically had to drag Julie in from her room and when she sat down the two girls looked about as happy as a couple of cats trapped in the shower. Both of them started throwing a fit as I shoved the disk into the DVD player. I shut it off before things got too explicit. There was no need to totally humiliate them. The room got real quiet as I told them that they weren't in any trouble, at least not from me, not yet. Anyone watching the video could tell they didn't know they were being recorded. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Amber's dad not only made the disk but had seen it at least once. That's why she was so frantic to get it back before he knew it was missing. My best guess was that Julie woke up for some reason, caught Amber's dad watching the video, and came home early with the disk. Amber had a right to be worried. Porn films starring preteen girls could get a guy thrown in prison. There's no telling what her dad might do to get the disk back if he had any idea where it went. Julie also had a right to be hurt and upset. She'd never agreed to be in some perverts porn flick and shouldn't have to choose between getting her best friend in trouble, or spending the rest of her life wondering who has copies of the video. If they were willing to do exactly what I told them, I had a way to take them off the hook. Telling Julie to grab the CD I led them to the kitchen and put a half full cup of water in the microwave. I had Julie set the disk on top of the cup and nuke it for about twenty seconds. When it came out it was still recognizable as the same CD but covered with enough spark tracks to make it totally unreadable. I told Amber to take it home and set it in their microwave. If her dad asked her about it, tell him that Julie caught him watching it and nuked it for him. Amber looked from me to Julie and back a couple of times then left for home. It was a few days later before I got Julie to tell me the rest. Julie woke up to use the bathroom. Amber was missing and there were sounds coming from the living room. She found Amber lying on the couch with her panties pulled down and her nightgown bunched up under her arms. He was watching the video, she had her face in his lap licking and sucking his cock. She didn't even stop when she saw Julie watching! It was more than Julie could deal with. She went back to bed and pretended to be asleep. Amber crashed out a little later, and her dad hit the sack around sunrise. That's when Julie got dressed, and grabbed the disk out of the DVD player on her way out the door. Now she sat next to me leaking tears and asking over and over how her best friend could do that. She was convinced that Amber knew there was a hidden camera and her father would be watching the video later. As gently as I could I explained to her that if Amber knew she was on video she deserved a professional career. Nobody acts that natural in front of a camera without a *lot* of practice. We started arguing about it and I ended up admitting I'd made a copy. She was free to play it back and see what I was talking about but I couldn't watch it with her unless I had Amber's permission also. If she wanted me to erase it I would but she'd have to talk to Amber first. While I was the one holding the video it didn't belong to me at all and each of them had only a half interest. My little girl was blushing beet red when she told me it was OK with her, but I had to let her watch when I told Amber about the copy and asked to look at it. So, that Friday Amber was invited to sleep over at our place. The "gotcha" when I told her about copying the disk was pretty good. She was willing to let me watch the video if Julie would agree it left them "even" and I wiped it afterwards. So while my little "movie stars" lounged in the living room watching some PG flick I sat at my office computer watching them jill off. I can't say my reaction was unexpected. I've always preferred petite women over the full figured type. Even though it was just a couple of kids playing around I knew I'd probably get a hardon. It must have been watching them cum that really messed me up. I mean a bare assed little girl can be cute. Watching a couple of them giggle and squeal while they play with each other is fun, especially if they think they're being "naughty". Then the girl on the couch breaks a truly nasty smile as the girl on the carpet arches her back until she looks like she's trying to grind her hairless muffin against the ceiling while her finger rapidly strums her little clit. All of a sudden she isn't such a little girl anymore. I guess if it acts like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's going to get a duck hunter thinking about duck season. What I didn't expect was to be sitting there with a raging "don't stop" hardon over a couple of kids who were years away from being "fair game". One of them was my own daughter for cripes sake. What was I going to do? They knew what I was watching. I couldn't come out with a tent in my slacks but if I stayed in my office much longer they'd think I was watching it over and over again. Yeah, I felt like a total perv by the time I finished jacking off but I can't honestly say I hated it. Cumming that hard can't be ALL bad. Feeling like such a sleaze did make it easier to wipe the file. Julie ignored me as I passed through on my way to the kitchen but Amber stared at my fly while starting to snicker and I had to rush or blush. Like she was going to let me off that easy!! I could hear her whisper and giggle while Julie replied, "He'd never!...Gross!...Shut Up!...My DAD!...". I was on my second cup of coffee when Julie went to the bathroom and Amber was standing next to me so fast it was like something out of a cartoon. For a long minute she looked me right in the eye and then told me I'd jacked off watching the video. What could I say? It wasn't a question. Before I could do more than stammer she scooted back to the living room as quick as she'd made it to the kitchen. Things returned to something close to normal. The girls were still best friends. I wasn't really comfortable with them hanging out at Amber's place but I let it slide as long as her dad wasn't there. It almost went without saying that sleepovers had to be at our place or not at all. One afternoon I returned from shopping just as they were leaving for the library. Julie was first out the door and as Amber passed me she squeezed my thigh and said "Have fun!". I almost dropped the groceries! While I put things away my mind wobbled between, "It must have been my imagination.", and "What did she mean by that?". It wasn't until I dumped out the contents of the unmarked envelope she left on my desk that I began to "get the picture". Literally. The note that spilled out with the photos said, "Look all you want but you have to give them back." They weren't all hardcore or even porn, but enough of them were to make me wonder why the others weren't. That left a bunch of questions starting with why she was showing them to me. The girls returned from the library with the info they needed and plans for Amber to sleep over the next night. After Julie helped me with the supper cleanup I showed her the envelope and pulled out a couple of the softer porn shots before asking her if she had any idea why her friend wanted me to see them. It took a while to get the whole story. I'd dealt with her little kid questions about where babies come from but was glad to let her school supply the more detailed information adolescents need. Now it seems she had another teacher, who was taking her inquiring little mind into places a lot of adults would be afraid to go. After the video was destroyed I thought the girls had dropped the subject and moved on to other things. OK, You can stop laughing now. I'm hardly the first parent to believe what he wanted regardless of contrary evidence. "Sure daddy, Amber thought you'd like them. She thinks you're as big a perv as her dad. She says all men are pervs but some are much nicer than others. I think she likes you." "Really?" "Really really, like...if you wanted to do stuff with her, she wouldn't say no." "What makes you think that?" "She sort of told me." "Sort of?" "Promise you won't get mad?" "Uh-huh." "Amber was telling me that her dad has the hots for me. When I told her that was sick she got mad and said it wasn't any sicker than you having the hots for her. Do me one favor though, if anything happens don't be gross." "What do you mean?" "She's my best friend so there's no way she isn't going to tell me, but try not to drag me into it." I assured her that nothing would happen between me and her friend then resisted the urge to slap her when she shot me that "yeah, sure" look that kids must practice in front of a mirror. I also gave her the envelope of photos to return to Amber before doing my best to put the incident out of my mind. I was at my desk finishing up a few things when I heard Julie come in from school the next afternoon. At least I thought it was her until I looked up to see Amber standing next to my desk. "Where's Julie?" "She's over at my place doing homework and watching TV. She didn't want to hang around while I molested you." "Whaaa??" "My dad doesn't get home before 10:30. If we don't run out of things to do before then I'm sure there will be other times." "Amber, I think you're nice and I'm glad Julie has you for a friend but I don't want to molest you." "You're fibbing but it doesn't matter. I didn't say I wanted somebody to molest ME." I thought about that for a couple minutes and started to panic. Things were getting so far out of hand you'd think I was the twelve year old! "I bet you liked my pictures. If you did you'll love the video I brought over." She took off for the living room and I tried to get there ahead of her. Fat chance! By the time I made it to the doorway she was standing in front of the DVD player with a generic disk in one hand and a disk branded "Barely Legal Nymphets" in the other. From the smirk on her face you'd have thought she walked in on me while I was masturbating. I took the disks from her, set them aside, and made one last try to get back on track. It was hopeless from the start. Amber had lots of experience dealing with grown up perverts and until now I didn't even know there *was* such a thing as a twelve year old "adult molester". "Come on Ed, you're an adult and I'm just a kid. I can't make you do anything. If you're enough of a pervo that you liked my pictures you'll like what I want to do with you. If you really don't want to play I'll call Julie and tell her you chickened out." "And if I don't chicken out?" "Then we play." I tried to con myself that nothing really serious was going to happen, but the way my hands shook while I closed the blinds and locked the doors told me I wasn't buying my own bullshit. By the time I got back and sat down on the other end of the couch from her she'd dug out a pair of dice, a notepad and a pencil. "Here's how it works. I made a list of the twelve most embarrassing things a pervert has ever done to me. First you unzip your fly and take out your cock, then roll the dice and see what number comes up. I'll wrap my fingers around it and give it that many slow strokes while telling you about the first thing on the list. If you cum the game is over, if you don't, you roll the dice again. Before each roll you have to take off one piece of your clothes. If you want to keep playing after you run out of clothes, you have to let me slap you on the ass before each roll. If you make it all the way through the list you win the big prize. You get to watch a video of a preteen girl doing sex stuff with a pervert." OK, Call me the worst things you can imagine. If you can come up with something I haven't called myself I'll add it to the list. Any decent man, hell, any man with two live brain cells would have stopped everything right then. Instead I sat there with my heart pounding and my palms sweating. I wasn't actually turned on, but I've never been so excited since a boy/girl party back in junior high, the one where I played spin the bottle with my first crush. The whole thing was so unreal it was like watching somebody else unzip my fly and roll the dice. They stopped at seven, and her slim little hand pulled out my cock and began to slowly caress it. "Dad doesn't have a lot of money, so for something to do on the weekends we sometimes go to visit his parents on their farm. This time they invited us for lunch so I was still dressed for church when we got there. After lunch Dad and Grandma wanted to sit around talking about people I didn't know but wouldn't let me go out to bother Grandpa in my Sunday clothes. Finally Grandma dug around in a closet and came out with a pair of bib overalls nobody wore since dad was my size. They were pretty loose and she didn't have a shirt I could wear, but it let me get out of the house on a warm summer afternoon. I found Grandpa out in the barn and he told me I looked like a farmers pinup princess but I should have panties in my pocket like a hanky so guys would imagine I was bare inside the overalls. He went back to cleaning out the hog pens and for a while I stood there and watched. I'm sure you know by now I'm not real good at being ignored. I went out behind the barn, took off the overalls, and put them back on with my panties sticking out of the hip pocket. That was the first time I deliberately used sex to make a grownup notice me." I lost my shoes on a pair of aces and my socks on a four. My slacks got me eight slow strokes and the story of how her dad caught her playing doctor with the boy next door. My shirt went last, on a pair of sixes and a story about walking in on the same boy next door while he was busy with a collie bitch. The way she giggled over *that* embarrassing moment almost sent me over the edge. Wondering how I let a kid no older than my daughter talk me into this, I stood up to let her swat me on the ass. It wasn't the token slap I was expecting! It snapped like a whip crack and made me damn glad her hand wasn't any bigger! It must have stung her hand as well because it slowed her down enough that I could cool off some between rolls. Even so, by the end of her list I was more turned on than I could remember being at any time since I was a teenager. It took every ounce of self control to keep from jacking off as I sat there watching a drop of pre-cum ooze from the swollen purple head and trickle down my shaft. I was about one hard thrust away from blowing my load, and if it had popped right then I swear I'd have been wiping it off the ceiling! I should have known something was wrong from her evil smirk as she got up to load the disk, but I didn't catch on until she walked past the couch and out the front door. Before I could say anything the TV caught my attention with the last voice I expected to hear on a porn vid. "Hi daddy! Amber told me that if you're actually watching this you're sitting there bare assed naked with your dick so hard you can't think straight." She stopped to giggle. "I wish I could have seen your face when she walked out the door. Better yet, I wish I could see it now. Didn't she promise you a kiddie porn vid?" A man stepped up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. His upper body was out of the frame. He really wasn't that large except by comparison. It made my little girl look even smaller. Looking up and back she gave him a quick smile then faced the camera again. "Amber says any pervo who would want to watch somebody else's kid get molested, deserves to have it happen to his own kid. So daddy, are you going to watch?" I'd been thrilled a couple years earlier when her school had gone to uniforms. No more fighting with her to keep her from trying to dress like a junior version of the latest pop diva. No more of her being ribbed because she wasn't up with the cutting edge of junior high fashion. Now I watched her unzip the plaid skirt and let it fall around her ankles, then she began to unbutton the plain white blouse, and I realized that for horny old perverts it was the next best thing to a crop top and miniskirt. Somehow it was even hotter that she still wore her neckerchief and knee socks when she'd dropped her bra and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. "How about it? If I walk in right now will I find out that my own father is the kind of creepy pervo who'd watch his little girl strip? Are you reaching for your cock, or the remote? Trust me you don't want to be touching either one until Amber tells you it's OK! When you play with Amber you either play her way, or she'll find some way to make you sorry." She pushed her panties down, stepped out of them and spread her legs slightly as she straightened up. Now she stood there with her hands on her hips as she looked directly into the camera and continued. "This is all your fault daddy. Well, maybe not all of it. When Amber found out you were a pervert but too chicken to admit it, she decided it would be a really neat trick on you to turn me into a daddy's girl." If this wasn't already completely over the top, the pervert behind her would have put it there when he started taking his clothes off. She ignored it, looking right into the camera as she kept on talking. "I thought she was joking. I mean I could *NEVER* be like she is with her dad! I decided to play along just to see how far she would take it. It wasn't that bad at first, like playing Simon says only doing naughty stuff. Now it's kind of like this intense game of "truth or dare" only it's always my turn and the only time she wants truth is when she's trying to find ways to make tougher dares. The weirdest thing is that I keep on letting her do this to me. I don't have to. I can call game over and go back to doing little kid stuff any time I want. She'll still be the best friend I have." The camera followed them over to a couch but stayed mostly on Julie keeping his head and shoulders out of the frame. He didn't say anything. One arm was casually draped around her shoulders while his free hand absently stroked his half hard cock. Julie huddled next to him like she knew what was coming and was trying hard not to think about it. "I almost stopped it before we got started. That first time she had me undress and jill off while she sat there with all her clothes on watching me. It's nothing compared to what I've done since then, but I cried all night after I got home. I couldn't believe my best friend would make me do something so embarrassing. She actually looked surprised the next morning when I showed up to walk to school with her. It was a quiet walk but by lunch things were pretty much back to normal. Then she told me to go in a restroom, take off my panties, and give them to her for, 'safe keeping', until I got to her place after school. I was so dumb I spent the afternoon thinking she'd let me stop long enough to put them on and then go home. Instead we started by waxing my muffin. I only had a little fluff there but Amber told me real pervs like their little girls hairless. The first time it hurt really bad, like ripping off a huge band aid. Amber dug around in a closet until she found a candle that was a little thicker than my thumb. She pushed it up inside me and made me jill off until I came. Then she dipped it into the wax before it was completely cooled. I didn't understand why until the next day when I could feel that the candle was a little bit thicker." "We stopped at her house every day after school so she could make me jill off while she candled me. A couple times a week we'd wax my muffin and dip the candle to make it thicker. I don't really need to wax that often but we had to dip the candle anyway and the waxing doesn't hurt much anymore. The candle was different. At first it was strange feeling something pushed up inside me. Later it started to hurt, as it got bigger and my muffin had to stretch when she forced it into me. It never got really bad. I mean it didn't make me bleed or anything. It was more like learning to do the splits, where you keep stretching a little more until eventually you're down flat on the floor. One day the candle was gone. In it's place was a rubber toy from a porn shop, shaped like a real cock but made out of clear jell. I've never had a real one but in some ways the rubber dick is worse. I never know for sure when Amber will make me use it, and it never gets soft." Amber's voice broke in from off camera. "That's good baby girl. He still calls you that, doesn't he? After he sees this maybe he'll change. How about Amber's whore? The way you are now I could sell your ass to some pervert and not even give you any of the money. No... You're still daddy's little girl even if you are a slut. Daddy's slut? Baby slut? That's it! You can be his innocent little girl when other people are around but when it's time to play, you're daddy's sweet little baby slut. It's time to show daddy what you're good for. Lay back and spread for the camera. That's it. Now scoot forward 'til your ass is at the edge of the couch. Spread wider, let's see everything you've got. Good, good, now suck on a couple of fingers. Get them nice and warm, and sloppy wet. Bring them down and get your clit slippery. Show the man who changed your diapers what you've learned to do with your pretty little bottom. Get it wetter! Show daddy how you spit shine your muffin." "It's a good thing you can't see how you look. You'd just fuckin' die. We can't even see your tits. They're nothing but a couple of pointy nipples on one more roll of baby fat. You're almost a teenager and you could pass for an eight year old, maybe younger. Your dad is gonna go nuts watching this. Let's make it even hotter. Use your free hand to play with your nipples. Get those puffies nice and stiff. You still won't have tits but at least you'll look like a *horny* eight year old. Now smile. That's it, the little please don't hate me smile." The camera zoomed in on Julie's ass then panned slowly up her body. From her fingers massaging her slick bald pussy, past her stomach, (not fat, just a little pudgy), her other hand playing with a nipple like a big pink strawberry, until her face filled the frame. Maybe it was "don't hate me", but there were tears in her eyes and fear as well. It could have been "don't hurt me" just as easy. The tears trickled down her cheeks as her eyes squinched shut, her teeth clenched, and she finished bringing herself off. Then she was crying for real as the lust drained away leaving the full impact of what she'd just done. "Ah... Ah... Amber? This is just a game, right? You're going to let me nuke the disk when we're done, like that other one. You know I could never really do it with my own father. I'm not like you that way. Even playing like this is almost too scary. Promise you won't really give him this disk. Please?" "Julie... You're my best friend. If you don't trust me, you can get dressed. We'll nuke the disk, and go back to being the kind of friends who don't even share the bathroom." "It's not that! I still want to play. Just tell me you're not really serious about making me fuck my own dad!" "You can't have it both ways girl. You either trust me or you don't. If you don't trust me you shouldn't be letting me push your limits like this. If you do trust me you shouldn't be asking for promises. But you did ask and before we take this any further I have to know that you understand. Sooner or later your daddy is going to fuck you." "Amber! No! Please! Just talking about it makes me want to throw up! I could never be like you are." "You're right, but I didn't say you're going to be like me. Dad caught me playing doctor with a neighbor boy when I was six. He yelled at him until the poor kid pissed himself then let him take off like a scalded cat. I thought he was going to KILL me until he got a look at my face and busted out laughing. He explained to me that all kids spend some time playing naked. When they get busted, and most of them do, the adult that catches them has to act pissed off even if he knows it's no big deal. Kids talk and if they talk enough sometimes their parents overhear. The other parents would go nuts if they caught him telling their kids that sex was no big deal. Somebody from child services would drag me off to a foster home, and the cops would ask everyone if they knew of anything about him and the neighborhood children. He wouldn't lose his job just from being questioned, but we'd probably have to sell the house and get a new set of neighbors." "The only thing that could make them crazier than kids playing naked would be some adult playing with naked kids. He said you couldn't go a week without seeing a news story about some child molester getting caught and facing years in prison. They told us in school about bad touching and what to if we were molested. By then I knew enough not to ask them what to do if you liked it. Dad and I are fuck buddies. If I'm lonely or sad or just want to play that way I can take off my clothes and he'll try to make me feel better. If he's too busy to look for a date, or his girlfriend isn't having any, and he wants something better than his hand, I'm always willing to help. "You're different. You have a serious crush on your dad. You want to be his one and only. You don't want him to find another mom for you. You want him to find you! You'll do anything for him, anything at all, and that scares the crap out of you. It isn't the idea of doing sick pervert sex with your own father that ties your guts in a knot. You're afraid that might not be enough. You're not afraid that he'll rape you. You're afraid he might stop wanting you. It's the same reason you decided to play along when I started making you do things. You were afraid that I'd quit liking you if you said no. I think it surprised both of us to find out how far I can push you and how much you like to be pushed. I want him to see this video before I give you to him so he won't wimp out and wreck everything by trying to be nice to you." "Amber!! You can't! I... He..." "Can't what? Can't give you to a pervert? What's that sitting next to you? I'll bet your dad would love to know where he came from and what I've let him do to you. Why don't you two pick up where you left off last time while I bring your dad up to speed? I think you were tongue kissing while his hands were all over you?" I watched Julie get tense, and the camera zoomed in on her face to catch a pleading look that would melt a heart of stone, then zoomed back out as she tilted her head back and her lips parted. The pervert was wearing a ski mask to hide his identity. Most of the time a naked man in a ski mask looks a little silly, but not when he's molesting your daughter. It could have been my imagination but I thought I heard a whimper as he wrapped his arms around her trembling body. Soon, maybe too soon, she dropped all resistance and melted against him. Talk about mixed emotions! I wanted to rip his 'nads off, but at the same time I couldn't tear my eyes away from the TV. Amber kept on talking. "I wish I could show you the video, or at least the frame caps we used to trap him. It's one of the all time greatest gotcha's. The deal we have is that he does what I tell him and nobody gets to see his face. I got the idea back when we sold candy bars to buy new band uniforms. They gave us this safety sheet with things like don't go out selling alone, don't let anyone invite you inside, stay in an area you know. At the bottom was a web site for registered sex offenders. I had Julie peel down to just what she's wearing now, then put on a coat that only covered about half way to her knees. We stopped at every pervert in walking distance. I'd give the sales pitch while Julie stood there looking nervous and playing with the top button on her coat. If he bought a bar she'd undo the top button and start playing with the next one. Two bars almost always got us invited inside. Five bars got her coat open and a full box got it off. A couple bought two boxes. I let them play with her a while. One fat old pig bought five full boxes. I let him dry hump her! Right there on his kitchen floor!" "After that we only had a few bars left. Julie agreed that what I wanted next wasn't anywhere close to lying naked on dirty linoleum, while some fat sweating horndog ground his dick against her. She unbuttoned her coat and held it closed. When he answered the door we pushed inside, and I handed him the last of the candy, while Julie opened her coat and pulled it back off her shoulders. He stood there looking confused long enough for me to pull out the camera and start recording. Then he dropped the candy and grabbed her coat, trying to pull it back up. Julie was just perfect, stepping forward so her coat came off in his hands, and loudly begging him not to make her 'do it'. That's when he saw the camera. Turning white, he dropped the coat and reached for me. He was trying to grab the camera but it looks like one little girl wasn't enough for him. I backed away fast. He didn't have to go far before it hit him that chasing me down the street wasn't a very good idea. Julie had grabbed her coat and gone in the other direction. He could only catch one of us and either way he was screwed." "The vid caps were great. It looks like he offered her candy, then ripped her clothes off when she wasn't having any. The video was priceless. You'd swear we were a couple of innocent children barely escaping from a pedo rapist. Now he does whatever I want to keep his PO from getting a disk in the mail. The real joke is that he isn't even into kids! When his wife decided to become his ex she started coaching their six year old about what to say in court. He gave her everything she wanted then got hit with criminal charges anyway. I haven't actually let him fuck Julie yet, but if you decide that you don't want her, he's the second choice." The pervert molesting my little girl picked that moment to break from their kiss, and with one hand around his cock and the other on the back of Julie's head, began to slowly bring them together. I wanted to turn it off. No, that isn't right. I wanted to be the kind of man who would turn it off. Instead I sat there naked, pre-cum oozing from my rock hard cock, seconds away from watching some pervert orally rape my baby. Helplessly watching her lips part as his cock approached was bad enough. Even more humiliating was reaching for my cock as if my hand had a mind of it's own. If I brought myself off watching this, my little girls face with a cock in her mouth would be with me for the rest of my life. Right then I didn't care. I was so far gone I needed release more than any self respect I had left. I'd have cum in seconds but as my fingers slowly closed around my cock, an intimately familiar voice over my right shoulder softly said, "Oh...My...God". That was followed by Amber on the left adding, "Told ya so!". Julie moved like a sleepwalker as Amber brought her around to stand between my legs and ordered her to get on her knees. "So, now you know. Your *innocent* baby girl isn't innocent anymore. She's a slut. It doesn't matter if it's my training, or natural talent, or a little of both. I can give her to any baby raper looking for a fuck puppet. She'll whine and snivel a little but she won't really fight it. Even if she has plenty of warning she won't run, or hide, or tell anyone who might try to stop it. She'll let every pervert in town pass her around if I tell her to. You're the only one that can save her and there's only one way you can do it. Take her for yourself. Make her a real daddy's girl. The day she tells me you're finished with her I'll start giving her to other perverts. Until then she's your hot little baby slut." I guess I still had some shred of decency then because seeing Julie kneeling there staring at my hardon made me want to squirm. Looking at the TV instead was no help at all. The camera had zoomed in. Her eyes were closed and mouth open. He lightly rubbed his cock over her entire face, stopping now and then to put the head in her mouth and stroke the shaft. Finally, he stuck it in her mouth and reaching down to grab her wrist, placed her hand on his cock. She left it there, motionless, until Amber started telling her what to do. "Open your eyes girl! Look at the camera! Get that hand moving! Show daddy you can make a pervert cum in your mouth. Maybe you want it in your muffin instead? Then you wouldn't have to do anything but lay there. You should know by now I'd never let you off that easy. Besides, we want to save that pretty little muffin for daddy. You've got two minutes left on this disk to catch his cum in your mouth or we'll start a new movie. How does 'Preteen Virgin Ass Rape' sound for a working title?" Julie wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke, hesitantly at first, then more urgently as what Amber was saying began to get through. She was almost frantic when he finally popped his load. Julie didn't catch more than the first squirt in her mouth. His hips started to buck and dollops of spunk landed on her face and hair before the last few surges welling from his dick flowed over her fingers as she finished jacking him off. I did better than that. I could say I never actually raped my little girl, but I'd have a hard time convincing anybody. She didn't pull back, but didn't open her mouth either, as I leaned forwards and lightly wiped the head of my cock across her lips. I did hesitate one last time, jerking my cock away from her mouth. It's not much to be proud of but everyone needs something. I slid over the final edge when she looked up and I saw the expression on her face. I know, by then I was so horny my brain was suffering from testosterone poisoning. Julie could have been wearing a rubber fright mask and I'd have read whatever I wanted to see there. I still think I got it right. It wasn't innocence. Even if *I* never did anything the video pretty much drove a nail through that. It wasn't a mirror of my own lust, not even excitement, unless a trace of anxiousness counts. The most flattering label I could put on it is acceptance. Anyone not thinking with their dick might have pegged it somewhere between "done deal" and "whupped puppy". Whatever, combine it with wearing my pre-cum for lip gloss and it was more than my weak morals and feeble mind could handle. She opened her mouth the second time. I was so hard she might have lost teeth if she didn't. Maybe I came too fast. Maybe she wasn't planning to swallow anyway. Maybe she already had more practice than I want to think about. Letting my cum fill her mouth to overflowing and dribble off her chin probably saved her from choking. Nothing could save me. I wasn't just past the point of no return, I was on the downhill side of a vertical wall. Popping that first load may have taken me over the top, but I was a long way from hitting bottom. Grabbing her shoulders I hauled her to her feet and reached under her skirt to tear off her panties, only to discover she wasn't wearing any. Julie had one hand cupped in front of her mouth. I didn't know if she was trying to wipe her face or keep from puking, and at that point didn't much care. Then she lifted her skirt with her free hand and lowered the other to her crotch. My little girl knew daddy was going to fuck her. My cock barely softened when I came the first time. Watching Julie grease her little bald muffin with a handful of spit and spunk had me ready again in seconds. I pulled her up to straddle my hips and she grabbed my cock, guiding the head towards her slit. It would be nice if I could tell you I was slow, and gentle, and loving. It would also be total bullshit. That rubber toy had opened her up enough to make sex with a grown man possible. It didn't make it easy. The way she grunted and wiggled to force herself down onto my shaft it might not even have been possible if I wasn't harder than I could ever remember getting. She'd managed to take most of it when I started to undress her. Or I should say, tried to undress her. By then I was in such a pervert frenzy I was probably doing good to get her blouse and skirt off with nothing worse than a couple torn button holes and a busted zipper. Amber was right. The neckerchief and knee socks went a long way towards making Julie look naked instead of just bare. Her daddy's dick shoved up her little cunt kind of finished the picture. Amber was right about something else as well. Julie is my baby and always will be, but when she's squatting on her daddy's cock, she's a baby slut. *MY* baby slut! I'm not sure when Amber left. I'm not even sure how many times I fucked my little girl that night. I remember thinking that I couldn't get it up again if my life depended on it as I drifted off to sleep. I was still enjoying the afterglow while I was fixing breakfast the next morning. Yeah, I know it's sick. The thing is I'd gone so far over every line there is the night before I couldn't even pretend to myself that I was any kind of nice guy. When the phone rang the caller ID said it was Amber so I yelled for Julie to pick up. In spite of what happened the night before I never guessed the message might be for me. So it was Julie who had to tell me what the little bitch wanted. She stood in the kitchen doorway wearing the clothes from last night looking..., well, the phrase "rode hard and put away wet", comes to mind. "Amber says you should go ahead and rape me. We have to work on a project for school and she doesn't want to be interrupted. You can do it again later if you want, but we need three or four hours to finish the project." "That's bullshit. Amber doesn't tell me when to fuck." "Daddy?... Please?... You don't have to do anything, but please don't make her mad. She's still my best friend. That's really pathetic, isn't it? Amber showed me how to make myself cum. She took pictures, and said she was going to show them to you. I begged her not to. I promised to do anything if she wouldn't tell. She made me do all that super embarrassing stuff, then told you anyway. Amber's not going to make me do sex stuff anymore. She says that's your job now. I don't want to do sex with a grown up pervert, especially not with my own father! But, well, there's something else that's really pathetic." "Amber was sort of right. I do love you, but not like I want to marry you. I don't want to lose you. That means I can't tell anyone what you did to me. Last night hurt some. Mostly it wasn't too bad. I'm not mad. I don't hate you. I can do it again if I have to. If you keep on making me do it, I might even start to like it. I'm not sure I want that to happen. If you're not going to do it again right away I'll get cleaned up before Amber gets here." An hour later when they were sprawled on the living room carpet with notes and papers scattered all around, I had to admit the little bitch might have had a point. A month or two earlier they would have been just a couple of kids in shorts and teeshirts. To be perfectly honest I wouldn't have even thought they were particularly cute. Sexy?, maybe to some baby raping pervert, but not to me. I still don't know if it was a bigger shock to find out Amber was a child porn star, or discovering that shit turned me on. Having the little bitch "turn out" my daughter, grooming her to be raped by her own father, was worse. Prick teasing me until I was willing to stick it in a diseased goat if that's the only way I could get a load off, then shoving Julie at me, was completely over the top. Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to dodge my own responsibility for anything I've done. I'm trying to explain, at least to myself, how ogling a couple of flat chested kids was giving me a hardon. I'd also like to figure out how a kid my daughters age managed to manipulate me into breaking one of society's strongest taboos. Could it be I *wanted* to be "seduced"? Was I always a pedophile just waiting to "discover" this part of my sexuality? Was I even a pedo? My interest in kids didn't seem to carry beyond the two in front of me. Julie started to blush and I realized she was noticing the bulge in my slacks. It took Amber about three seconds to figure out why she was blushing and begin teasing her about it. "Awww, didn't daddy rape his little baby slut this morning? Is your little muffin sore from daddy ramming his cock into you last night? Maybe you want him to cum in your mouth. I'm sure he'd love to have you looking up at him so innocent and trusting while he fucks your face. Has he done your ass yet? I'll bet you didn't even tell him about your ass, how we saved your back door cherry just for daddy. I've got an idea. Take your clothes off, everything but your neckerchief and knee socks. So many pervo's are hot for that it must be a baby slut uniform or something. Your daddy can have you any way he wants, any time he feels like it, but if he can keep his hands off of you until we're done I'll make you do something special for him." For a minute she sat there, looking from me to Amber and back again, as if pleading for one of us to save her from the other. I guess you could say I saved her, saved her for myself anyway. "Like hell you will! OK, she's lost her innocence and nothing on earth can bring it back. She found out the hard way that daddy is the kind of sicko who'll fuck his little girl. Most kids need to be told what to do. Maybe Julie needs it so bad she'll put up with being told to do creepy sex stuff with her own father. But if she does anything with me it's going to be me that tells her to do it. For some damned reason she still thinks you're a friend. I won't try to put a stop to that but you're finished telling her who to have sex with. Is that clear?" All the time I was saying this Amber's smile got wider and wider. Finally she turned to Julie. "See, it's just like I told you. You're his now and he's not letting you go. There are other things to worry about but you can stop being afraid he won't want you." I guess I could say this is the end, but I'm not sure what it's the end of. Julie *can* stop worrying that I'll quit wanting her, but the only time she seems really certain of her place in my heart is when she's serving as a place for my dick. Amber continues to be quite the little prick tease. The only way I'll have her though, is as half of a swap. Julie would do it. Hell, Julie would fuck Amber's dad just to keep Amber happy. I might let it happen some day. For now though he'll have to settler for day dreaming about my angel while he rams his dick into his own little girl. If that means Amber has to be careful about how she sits down when she arrives here for a sleepover, well, it couldn't happen to a more deserving little bitch. I'd get more satisfaction from that thought if I wasn't fairly sure she felt the same way. The end.