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 Story_codes: Mf, father daughter, some historical, incest, romantic

   Story_intro: Sitting down that morning with my paper and coffee I read
about a person who had molested over 50 children in a sunday school between
7 to 10 years of age for the last 8 years without anyone coming forth.  The
only reason he had been caught was that one of the children was displaying
some "acting out" behaviors which led the mother to question her and later
call the police.  Karen came down the steps wearing only one of my old
T-shirts again to sleep in.  That old T-shirt had been her favorite over
the last few years even with all the holes in it.  As she came in the
kitchen giving me a hug I picked her up sitting her on my lap.  She was a
mirror image of her mother with ice blonde hair, blue eyes, soft skin that
was tanned by kisses of sunlight.  I could feel her warm soft bottom on my
legs as she set there giving me kisses and hugs.  I knew she was getting
older and too soon she would be too old and big for our morning greetings
but for now she was still light enough to pick up.  Now we weren't nudists
or anything like that but while Sandy my wife was alive she felt that it
was healthier for us to have a positive attitude about the naked body
instead of shaming it and one of many habits Karen had developed was a love
for not wearing panties to bed.





   A Change In Life

   Written by Byteman2000





   This was the year for changes coming up on 50 and having worked as a
senior probation officer for the last 30 years it was time.  I guess what
made the decision was the passing of my wife the year before leaving me to
care for then 8 year old daughter.  This past year had been hard trying to
focus on my work and care for Karen even with my mother's help.  I decided
that this would be my last year working, with a good pension I would be
able to stay home, spend time with Karen and maybe even write a book on
some of my cases dealing with sex offenders.  I know Karen liked the idea
when I told her and even my mother thought it would be best for us. 
Sitting down that morning with my paper and coffee I read about a person
who had molested over 50 children in a sunday school between 7 to 10 years
of age for the last 8 years without anyone coming forth.  The only reason
he had been caught was that one of the children was displaying some "acting
out" behaviors which led the mother to question her and later call the
police.  Karen came down the steps wearing only one of my old T-shirts
again to sleep in.  That old T-shirt had been her favorite over the last
few years even with all the holes in it.  As she came in the kitchen giving
me a hug I picked her up sitting her on my lap.  She was a mirror image of
her mother with ice blonde hair, blue eyes, soft skin that was tanned by
kisses of sunlight.  I could feel her warm soft bottom on my legs as she
set there giving me kisses and hugs.  I knew she was getting older and too
soon she would be too old and big for our morning greetings but for now she
was still light enough to pick up.  Now we weren't nudists or anything like
that but while Sandy my wife was alive she felt that it was healthier for
us to have a positive attitude about the naked body instead of shaming it
and one of many habits Karen had developed was a love for not wearing
panties to bed.



   "Daddy after breakfast can we go swimming" Karen asked as she set down
to eat her pancakes.



   "I don't see why not, we don't have much to do" I said with a smile
knowing how much she loved the water.



   Sitting back down I finished reading the article then put the paper down
wondering how someone could do something like that and never have anyone
say a word about it in over eight years.  In all my years I have heard
story after story about about every family member male or female who had
molested a child in one way or another, and even some that I found hard to
believe but this was different from them all.  I wondered who would get the
case as I cleared the dishes going outside sitting on the patio to smoke,
out popped Karen wearing only her birthday suit carrying a towel.  Tossing
it on a chair jumped in and began splashing around.  Innocence had always
been a big thing with Sandy allowing Karen to be nude if she wanted.  We
swam nude much of the time never thinking much about it, besides it kept
the pool in better condition not having material in it.  Though she was
getting older with little nubs that were developing.  Sandy and I had
thought about buying her a swim suit but never did.  It was one of the few
things that we still did that kept Sandy's memory alive in Karen.  Sitting
there watching her the phone rang, it was my supervisor at the office
asking me to take a new case that was very complex.  He stated that if
there was anyone who could make sense of it that it would be me.  Hanging
up the phone my mind wondered what they were going to do after next month
when I retired.  Picking the phone back up I called my mom asking if she
would mind watching Karen while I went to the office.  Naturally my mom
agreed telling me to take all the time I needed that she was going to take
Karen shopping and lunch.  Hanging up the phone I gave Karen a little more
time swimming then explained I had to go to the office and would drop her
off with my mom.



   I preferred not taking Karen to the office even though the few times I
had she would wear jeans and a shirt, I didn't feel comfortable with some
of the offenders sizing her up in their minds as we would walk past other
offices.  This way I didn't have to wonder what they were thinking and
could focus on what I work I needed to get done.  Dropping Karen off we
said our good-byes with a promise of swimming later again after we got back
home.  When I arrived at the office Paul my supervisor called me into his
office to talk to me.



   "Jim this is a rather unusual case, I don't know if you've read the
morning paper or not but Tom Simmons was arrested last night and charged
with over 500 counts of molest with some 50 children in the last 8 years.
The case, the statements of the victims and even him are so strange that I
felt if anyone could make some decisions here it would be you".



   "What do you mean strange?  Are you saying that the children weren't
victims?"



   "Well that's what his lawyer is saying and from his statement along with
theirs it seems that he might have a good defense.  The D.A., wants to push
this case and make a conviction.  From the sound of it he's going to have a
very hard time but would probably have it tossed out if he were to try for
prison.  He's asking that you look into it and see if we can't get this guy
to plea bargain, go for a year and probation along with registering.  That
would probably be the best we could hope for."



   "Ok, let me look the file over and talk to the guy then go from there
but understand this will be the last case.  Call it my grand exit before
retiring" I stated picking up a rather thick file folder walked out heading
to my office.



   Sitting down at my desk I glanced over the file and statements.  It
seemed that everyone the police and C.P.S., ( Child Protective Services)
spoke with never mentioned anything about fear, threats, force, or any of
the common things found.  What victims as the D.A.  called them who did
make statements were saying this was a wonderful man who they wanted to
love, learn, and even make love or have sex with.  Not one said he forced
them but everyone of them stated that they had asked him and he tried to
tell them no on several occasions before finally doing it.  Closing the
file I thought this was going to be a very hard case to work on.  Booting
up the computer I shot off an Email to Paul telling him that this was going
to be a very intense case and reminded him again that it was going to be my
last.  After sending it off I decided to do something I had never done in
all my 30 years.  Picking up a blank CD I burnt a copy of all my cases both
open and closed to take home with me to study.  I was going to need some
references and after reading some of the statements it reminded me of
previous cases.  Putting everything in my briefcase I headed out but
decided to stop by the police station first to speak with Mr.  Simmons. 
Arriving I checked in then went to a briefing room where someone would
bring Mr.  Simmons to me.  A few minutes later in waked a man about 50 or
so graying but still nicely built.  I presumed he probably worked out some,
rather soft spoken, well mannered man, set down and we began talking.



   "Good afternoon Mr.  Simmons, James Lewis, Senior Probation officer for
the state, you don't mind if I call you Tom do you" I asked.  Tom shook his
head no replying as I spoke to him.



   "Tom I was handed your case to review for possible probation.  I need to
ask some questions and get some more information from you if I could.  Now
understand that you don't have to answer anything and if you wish you may
have your lawyer while we talk."



   "No that's fine I have nothing to hide from anyone, I'll answer your
questions."



   "Could you explain to me how you could molest so many children and so
young of children and never have any of them say a word to anyone about
it?"



   "You might not understand this but it was because I didn't molest them".



   "But you've stated that you've touched them, fondled them, and even had
sexual contact with them in several ways.  What would you call it if it
isn't molest?"



   "I never molested any child, I gave them the love, attention, and taught
them what they wanted to know and experience.  To explain God's children
are innocent they know nothing of the cruel ways of the world only pure
love.  They love and trusted me completely not to hurt them, harm them, or
lie to them and I never did.  I explained to them of love and different
ways people love each other, how they show it to each other and express it.
The children on their own asked me if I loved them and wanted me to show
them."



   "What about the girls that you had intercourse with some as young as 8?
Are you telling me that was a way of loving them?"



   "Yes two were 8 though most were 9 and 10 I had explained to them
everything including what people would think or say.  I even told them no
several times but they kept asking me till we finally did and continued to
express our feelings after that.  One girl was 7 the first time the sister
of a 10 year old.  I never thought I would be able to without hurting her
yet to this day she still tells me how much she loves me and never felt any
pain."



   "Let me ask you this if you as an adult man has sexual relations with a
child don't you think that would be considered molest?"



   "If I were to go out and take a child for that purpose yes, but that
wasn't the case.  These children only wanted me to love them completely. 
Most all of them were from broken homes or single parent homes.  A few of
them wanted me to teach them so they could go home and love their father's
completely.  Now if they were doing that then their father's would have to
be here too.  Tell me who would be hurting the child more, the person she
wanted to have and love completely sharing something given freely or the
person who takes all?  The people from a child's life such as myself, their
father's, and possibly even grandfathers?  Or the person who is going to
rip everyone from their life, make them go to therapy, make them have
exams, and tell them how wrong and sick the people she loves most in her
live are?"



   "I see, answer this how can an adult man enter a child that young
without causing any kind of injury to them other then breaking their
hymen?"



   "When you love someone completely, you have their feelings in your mind
first and foremost.  You relax them, love them, cuddle them, and give them
all the attention their body wants.  If they want to go further their body
will express it and be ready for you.  If you are slow take your time, and
let them do it at their pace, they will never be hurt."



   "One final question, if you were to be released on probation would you
do something like this again to a child?"



   "I can't change who I am, I tried several times saying no and explaining
what could happen.  If it wouldn't have been me it would have been someone
else, possibly someone who didn't love them or care about their feelings.
Someone who would have raped them hurting them, then left them as an empty
shell not carrying about their needs or feelings.  In my opinion I believe
and feel that it would be every father's right to make love to his daughter
by the time they were at lest 8 or 9 and continue till they leave home. 
That would give the daughter a chance to know the true experience of love
and know that she would be satisfied completely in every way.  Little boys
are circumcised when they are born, what if there were a finding that
stated and showed it was healthier for a baby girl to lose her hymen at
birth.  If it would cause less problems later on in life, now no one thinks
twice about whacking off the tip or hood of a boy's penis, how is that any
different then a girl's hymen?  If she didn't have a hymen and there was no
trauma how would you know if she was sexually active or not?  How do you
know if a boy is?  Would I change?  No I don't see that I can or would ever
change.  Would I do it again?  If asked probably so, and if you had
children and were any kind of carrying father you would think about it
yourself to prevent someone else like me from having to teach them."



   I said good bye telling him I would be in contact with his lawyer and
with the D.A., to submit my report and recommendations.  Leaving I couldn't
get what he said out of my head, how he believed his actions were of pure
love for a child and for their feelings, now just a lustful act by some
true pervert.  Stopping back at my mother's Karen had a large bag of
clothes she wanted to show me but I asked her if it would wait till we got
home wanting to talk to my mother.  Sitting down I told her about the case
and wanted her feelings and input.  Usually I would have asked Sandy
wanting a woman's opinion but since she was no longer there I decided to
ask mom.  While we set there she listened then began to tell me a story
that I had never heard or knew.  It seemed that my mother had some
historical events in her own life that no one ever knew of.  From the time
she was born on, my grandfather who passed away shortly before my 5th
birthday had loved her in such a manner as Tom had spoke of.  By the time
she was 3 she and her father were masturbating each other and having oral
sex.  When she was 6 her father took her anally for the first time and on
her 8th birthday she gave him her hymen.  They continued on till she was 18
and married my dad.  All the time my mother spoke of nothing but a pure
love for him, never feeling threatened, never pushed or made to do anything
only explained how much he loved her and wanted to show her.



   I didn't know what to think or say, my mother had hit me with facts
about her life and my grandfather being a pedophile that I never knew. 
Karen and I left leaving me with even more things to mill over in my
already over worked mind now about my own family.  All the time I had spent
at my grandparent's home when I was very young, I wondered if he might have
molested me as well or if he only favored girls?  When we arrived back home
I grabbed my laptop going out to the patio to review some files while Karen
put her new things up in her room with a promise that after dinner I would
let her show me all of them.  Sitting down I began working on Tom's file a
few moments later Karen appeared as before nude tossing her towel on the
chair dove in the pool.



   Sitting there I had some 50 statements to read over, the interview with
Tom and the police, the Doctor's reports, and other information.  The
children's statements almost mirrored each other, going into graphic detail
of how he would touch them, make them feel, and how much they loved him. 
Some of them now as old as 15 spoke of how much the were thankful for all
the wonderful things that he had done for them and how much better a person
they were for knowing.  One girl even spoke of how if it would not have
been for Tom's love and teachings that she would have been raped when she
was 10 by a 16 year old neighbor but knowing what she did she was able to
prevent it from happening.  Even the doctor's reports on each were about
the same none of the children had a hymen any longer yet at the same time
there wasn't any trauma to any child, no tearing, no scaring, or anything
that would have left a sign as to rape or forced penetration.  I set there
my head spinning wondering what to do with this case when I heard my
daughter calling me.



   "Daddy, daddy would you please come in and swim with me for a while?"



   I had spent most of the day tied up with this case it was time to put it
aside for a while saving my work I took my clothes off and jumped in the
pool swimming over towards Karen.  Coming up from under the water I caught
her by the hips tossing her about five feet in the water with a splash.  It
happened so fast catching her off guard that she didn't have a chance to
catch her breath coming up coughing a little told me she was going to get
even with me for that.  Over the next ten minutes or so we spent with her
chasing me around the pool trying to catch me then finally giving up and
standing still Karen raced up wrapping her arms and legs around me hugged
me tightly.



   "I've got you now and I'm not going to turn you loose" she said with a
big smile.



   Putting my arms around her holding her under her young ass for support I
placed my lips on her kissing her gently, "I love you sweetheart".



   "I love you too daddy" she said as our lips parted.



   "Well now that you've got me how about turning me loose so I can put the
stakes on for dinner"?



   "Ok" she stated giving me another quick kiss on the lips began to
release her grip.  As she did she started to slide down over my body into
the water.  I could feel her young bald mound pressing against my cock as
she slid over it then her flat firm stomach before she came to rest in the
water.  I turned going over to the ladder started to climb out when I
realized that my cock was beginning to get erect.  Karen didn't notice
since my back was to her, heading in I grabbed her towel with the promise
of bringing one back out in a few minutes.  Drying as I headed in I made my
way up to the bathroom closing the door behind me I decided to grab a quick
shower to rinse off the pool water.  My cock was fully erect, but why?  I
hadn't thought of anything sexual and Sandy wasn't around playing with it,
only Karen's body sliding over me.  Could that have caused it to respond
like that?  Stepping into the warm shower I began soaping off, the touch of
my fingers on my cock was like a bolt of electricity going through my body.
Not even thinking I began to massage my soapy shaft when thoughts of Tom's
file and the statements came to my mind.  Thoughts of how the children
described being touched, caressed, and how they felt touching him. 
Suddenly I felt myself building up to a point of no return, pushing my cock
up against my body I began sliding my flat palm against it when another
thought hit me.  It was of Karen and her sweet, smooth, bare mound rubbing
against me.  That instant thought and visual image caused me to climax
shooting my wad all the way up hitting my face and chest.  Over and over
like a fountain wads of cum came pumping form my member over my body and
hand.  It was a few moments later that I came back to reality thinking
about what happened I felt ashamed promising myself that I wouldn't do that
again.  Rinsing off I got out dried off then went on back down with a dry
towel for Karen.



   Walking out on the patio Karen was sitting where I had been and was
looking at the file papers that I had left sitting on the table.  In my
efforts to comply with Karen's request to swim and play I had neglected to
put everything back in the folder.  Spread out on the table were
statements, exams, and pictures along with my laptop that was still booted
up.  I didn't know what to say, Karen knew the type of work I did but had
never knew in much detail nor had she ever seen any of my cases till now.
At that moment she looked up at me and I knew I had some questions to
answer but not too sure how I was going to do it.



   "I'm sorry daddy I got out and was sitting here waiting for my towel
when I just started reading some of the stuff that was there and looked at
the pictures."



   "I see, I guess you probably have some questions that are in your
precious mind that you would like to ask me" I asked walking over putting
the towel around her shoulders and sitting back down in my chair where
Karen had just gotten up from.



   "You're not mad at me are you?" she asked as she dried herself off.



   "No honey I'm not mad, its that my work is very complicated and it
wasn't something that I brought home because I didn't want you to be
confused by it."



   "Daddy, how come that man did those things to those girls?"



   "Well that's a very hard question to answer, some people would say that
he was sick and had problems but there are other people who might say that
he was showing, teaching, and loving them very much."



   "How come you don't love me like that?"



   "Well there are a lot of reasons but why don't we wait till later after
dinner and we will talk about it, right now if I don't get the stakes on we
will be looking at franks and beans tonight" I said with a smile, knowing
Karen hated franks and beans it would buy me some time to think about what
I should say or hopefully she would forget.



   Gathering up the file I put it back in my briefcase and started making
dinner while Karen went up to shower.  After putting the stakes on the
grill I decided to call my mother and talk with her hoping to find some
answers to Karen's question.



   "Mom I have a problem that I'm not too sure how to handle.  I had been
working outside on the file I got and set it down for a while to give Karen
some time.  Afterwards I went up to grab a quick shower but forgot I left
the file out on the table.  Karen saw it along with some of the statements
and photo evidence that I have.  Now she's asking questions about why I
have never loved her that way".



   "I see, so what are you going to tell her?"



   "I explained that some people felt that was wrong or sick but some other
thought that it was a way of loving and teaching.  That was why the girls
felt the way they did, but I don't know how to explain to her when she
asked me why I wouldn't love her that way."



   "That is a hard one, I know you love Karen as much as I do.  Your
grandfather loved me as much and probably even more then you love Karen
right now.  For him, he loved me enough to teach me, to keep me safe, and
for me to have someone to love completely so I didn't have a need for
chasing boys.  Karen is getting to that age, boys are going to be on her
mind if they aren't already.  I can't make you do anything you don't want
to do, but knowing Sandy as I did I would be willing to bet that she would
have been very comfortable and supportive if you were to love and teach
Karen as my father did.  I know that you would have my support completely
and if Karen needed someone else to talk to I would be more then willing to
talk to her about it too."



   "But that would put me just like the offenders that I've been working
with and just as bad".



   "No not bad, not if you are doing it with love and feelings for her. 
You don't see her lustfully and you aren't thinking about having sex with
her.  You and I are talking about making love to her, teaching her, showing
her, and giving her the most complete love that a father can show for his
daughter.  I can't make you do anything and you know that, but if it were
me I would give her what her young body desires, wants, and needs along
with your own since Sandy died".



   "Thanks mom, I can see this isn't going anywhere I have to finish making
dinner I'll call you tomorrow."



   Hanging up the phone I found myself no better off then before as I
finished making dinner I realized that Karen had not came back down after
her shower.  I guess she felt that I was angry with her even though I
wasn't.  If anything I was more angry with myself for leaving that file out
then her seeing it.  After setting the table I called for Karen to come
down and eat.  A few moments later she appeared wearing another one of my
old stretched out T-shirts.



   "I'm sorry daddy that I saw that file I didn't mean to get you angry"
she said looking almost as if she had been crying.



   "Honey I'm not angry with you, I was angry with myself for leaving it
sitting out like I did.  My work is very complex and something that I have
tried to keep you far from.  Most of the people I have to manage are bad
people who have problems and only hurt children.  There are some that have
different ideas and thoughts in their minds for what they do.  The file
that you were looking at is different from them and so far everyone that
the police have talked to have the same feelings.  It's rather hard and
like I said complex even for me to work with."



   "But the stuff I saw, the girls were saying how much they loved that man
and how much he loved them like a dad.  They said how good he treated them
and made them feel and how happy they were that he did teach them."



   "Yes I know honey that is what is making this hard for me to work with."
I said giving her a kiss on the head as she set down for dinner.



   "But if he was teaching them something good and they liked it how can it
be bad?"



   "Well because they are so young and he is older.  It would be like you
and I, you are very young and I am much older.  You don't know much of
anything about things like sex or what your body likes.  I on the other
hand know how to make a woman feel good, with that knowledge I could make
you think you were feeling good only to take advantage of you."



   "You mean like having sex and babies?"



   "Well yes, that and more but how do you know about things like that?"



   "Mom told me all about that stuff about how babies were born, how a man
makes a baby in a woman and what happens.  But he wasn't making babies cuz
they're too little like me he was only teaching them how wasn't he?"



   "Well yes in a way I guess he was, but enough of that for now lets enjoy
our dinner, did you and Grammie have fun today?" I said looking to change
the subject.



   "Yes we had a good time, Grammie took me to lunch and bought me all
kinds of new things.  Can I show you them after dinner?" Karen asked with
renewed excitement.



   "Yes you may, if you wish you can model each and every one of them for
me.  I'll put on some music and sit down while you show me everything that
she got you." I knew Karen would like that, she had always considered
herself a little model.



   "Really?  That would be fun!" She said getting up giving me a hug set
back down to finish eating.



   After dinner was done I cleared off the table then went in the living
room picked out one of my Jazz CDs that I enjoyed while Karen went running
up to her room.  With music starting I set down on the sofa as Karen
prepared to come back down wearing the first outfit that my mom had got
her. I knew school was starting soon and she had mentioned taking Karen
shopping for school clothes, I figured this was going to be a couple
outfits and done.



   "Ready daddy here I come" I heard Karen announce as she stepped down the
stair.  I watched as my daughter began to appear wearing a cute pink sun
dress with white flowers on it.  Entering the living room she took a moment
stretching her arms out then spun around in a circle several times.  As she
did her dress came up exposing her cute bare bottom.  In her excitement to
model her outfits she didn't put on any panties.  I smiled telling her that
it was nice and went well on her.  A moment later she rushed up to change
to the next outfit.  This one was a short and top then another, and
another. Next was another summer dress and as before no panties as she went
spinning around.  I knew why she wasn't wearing any panties for a few
moments later down she came wearing a pair of white silk bikini panties. 
Standing in front of me she spread her legs letting me see how they fit
then turning her back to me leaned over.  The outline of her little ass and
little mound shown clearly through them, something that I probably would
have thought a little old for her.  Five more pair of panties each time
doing the same thing then to my surprise Karen came down wearing nothing
but a little white training bra.



   "What's this I see?" I asked as she walked in.



   "Grammie said that I was starting to get older and that girls wear these
so boys can't see their titties in school.  Look they fit and grow as I do"
Karen stated as she came over to where I was sitting pulled and drew the
material against her chest helping to round the material around her little
buds molding them.  Karen's breast had began developing late last year and
were about the size of a half ping pong ball if that.



   "Feel daddy how soft its the same stuff just like my panties are" she
said taking my hand to place it on her little chest.



   I could feel not only how soft the material was but I noticed something
that I had never noticed before.  Maybe it was the excitement or the touch
of my hand on her but the little tips of her buds were starting to poke
their way out like tiny hard peas.  Unconsciously I ran the tips of my
fingers over them with only the material between us, as I did I heard a
little sigh come from Karen's lips then she turned and ran upstairs again.
I realized something else too, I was getting an erection.  Was if from
touching the material or my daughter's little breasts, quickly I arranged
myself a little better before Karen came back down again.  Five more times
showing each little training bra that matched the panties mom had gotten
her.  Each time having me running my fingers over the material and each
time Karen seemed to linger there a little longer as I caressed her.  By
the time she had shown me the last one I had a raging hard on and didn't
know how much longer I would last.  That was when she came down wearing a
little while sheer baby doll nightie.



   "Grammie got me some bed time clothes too.  She said these would be much
nicer to sleep in then just a T-shirt" she stated as she walked in.



   The little baby doll left little to the imagination, I could see her
bare mound through the panties and her little buds poking out in the top.
The tips were very hard just like my cock as she came walking over in front
of me.  "Feel how soft it is" Karen stated picking up my hand an placing it
directly on her small left breast.  I did just that too, like a man
hypnotized I began running my fingers around not only on her left breast
but reached up with my right as well.  Tracing all around I noticed Karen's
eyes were closed hearing little sighs coming from her lips I traced my
fingers on down to her waist and hips.  Moving my hand around towards the
front just above her mound Karen spread her legs a couple steps apart as if
asking me to touch her.  In all my years of work I had never thought of
such an act with a child and have many times wondered how someone could
bring them self to do such things yet at the moment all I could think of
was touching her and pleasing her.  With trembling fingers I slowly ran
them down over her young slit all the way to her ass then back up again. 
Karen gave a little gasping sound as I pressed slightly when I came near
her clit area.  This jolted me back to reality pulling my hand away I told
her that it was nice and felt wonderful.  Speaking Karen's eyes flew open
too, turning she hurried back up to her room.



   It was about five minutes or so before she finally retuned coming back
down the stair wearing a little pale pink baby doll just like the first.  I
told her that it looked nice too as she started to model it, standing up I
headed to the bathroom.  Closing the door I pulled out my erect member and
began to masturbate thinking of nothing but my fingers running over her
sweet young body.  In a few moments I climaxed shooting wads of my cum all
over the counter top.  Grabbing a towel I cleaned off then cleaned up the
mess I had made.  Stepping out of the bathroom Karen was back in her room
her door was cracked open.  She was nude putting her things away I could
see the white baby doll on her bed I presumed she was going to wear that
night.  Suddenly Karen surprised me reaching down she spread her legs
slightly and began rubbing her mound with one hand while touching her buds
with the other almost in the same manner I had done.  Was my little girl
masturbating?  I was froze watching a very personal moment she was having.
I had never spied on her before but something about this was erotic and
kept me watching.  Her little hand began moving faster and faster between
her legs, then a minute or two later she squatted down.  Her legs were
shaking as she went all the way down on her butt to the floor.  I guess she
had finished not wanting to be seen I hurried on down to the living room
turning on the TV waited to see if she was going to come back down.



   About two minutes later Karen came walking down the stair wearing the
white nightie.  Coming over to the sofa set down next to me as we began
watching the movie that was on called "Blue Lagoon" one of the few movies
that I knew of socially accepted in the U.S., that had a considerable
amount of child nudity in it.  About 30 minutes or so into the movie Karen
lay her head down on my lap and snuggled up getting more comfortable and
before I knew it had dozed off.  I set there and continued to watch the
movie a while longer but kept having flashbacks of seeing Karen
masturbating.  I began to wonder if she was still a virgin or had my little
girl crossed over the line already.  Thinking about what Mr.  Simmons had
said about the hymen, it suddenly began to make sense.  Why should it be
different between boys and girls?  If there weren't a hymen how much easier
and socially accepted might teaching a little daughter be?  Why shouldn't
the father who loved and cared be the one to teach them so they knew and
were prepared for later in life from someone who might want to hurt or harm
them?  The more thoughts ran through my mind after seeing Karen the more I
questioned a large number of my own cases.  Parents who had told me that
they were doing it out of love and teaching their child or children. 
Though true there was a sexual side to it that couldn't be denied there was
the love and compassion too.  Seeing my own daughter as she was had me
wondering if not me then who might be the one?  And would they care about
her feelings as I would?



   Karen stirred some moving onto her back, I could tell she was sound
asleep.  The little tips of her buds were still there though seemed to have
softened, her legs slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in slow
even breathing.  The beauty she had as beautiful as her mother she would
make some man very happy one day.  Reaching out I placed my hand on her
stomach gently making circles on it as I did when she was much younger. 
The material seemed to add a strange feeling to what I was doing.  Sandy
had a few nighties of the same material, knowing how much it turned me on
feeling it against my own body.  Slowly I moved my hand on up Karen's chest
running my finger tips over her little buds as before.  Even in her sleep
she was able to be excited, a few moments later the little tips once again
hard.  Karen took a deep breath then let it out while my fingers continued
to caress her.  Then something snapped did I dare touch her little bare
venus?  Would it excite me even more if I did?  Would she or could she
become excited with my touching her?  Slowly and gently I moved my hand on
down my fingertip touching the top of her little mound.  So soft, flat, and
firm as she lay there sleeping no one would ever know if I were to touch
her for a few moments, and if she woke I could always pass it off as her
dreaming.



   I could feel heat rising from beneath her thin panties as I moved my
fingers over the lips.  Massaging gently up and down a few moments later
there seemed to be a dampness to her panties.  Was she getting excited? 
Could a little girl become excited in such a way.  I knew what the
statements had said but didn't think that it was possible yet my little 9
year old daughter was doing just that.  I had to feel more and find out
just how wet she was.  Slowly and carefully I slipped my fingers under her
waistband gently making my way down.  That was when I felt something tiny
fuzz hairs that were starting to develop.  I had never noticed or seen them
when she was swimming but then with her being blonde like her mother and
not paying attention to something like that I probably wouldn't have
noticed.  Touching the top of her slit, the hood area to her little clit, I
moved my finger around spreading the lips slightly.  Karen gave a little
gasping sound in her sleep when my finger made contact with her little
clit. She was moist but I wondered, could she really climax like the girl's
statements said?



   I began moving my finger lightly over her little clit.  All the
excitement had gave me a full erection once again and the only thing
keeping me from pulling my cock out and masturbating was Karen's head was
laying against it.  Only a few moments passed when Karen's legs moved
parting further giving me even better access.  I wondered what she might
have been dreaming about as my finger tip danced over her?  I didn't have
too long to wonder, in my excitement to touch her I hadn't been watching
her eyes.  Karen began to wake up scaring the hell out of me in the
process.



   "Daddy what are you doing?" she asked looking up at me but not moving.



   I pulled my hand back quickly, scared trying to think of something to
say, " I, was just trying to fix your panties for you that's all" a lame
answer.



   "No you weren't you were touching my tickle" she said sitting up looking
at me with a funny smile.



   "Your what?"



   "My tickle, right here" she said spreading her legs drawing her panties
off to one side showing me her little clit.  I couldn't help but notice it
too, poking out firm and slightly red from excitement.



   "I'm sorry honey I shouldn't have been doing that" I stated almost
ashamed of what I had done knowing that my little girl not only caught me
but knew where I had been touching her.



   "It's ok daddy it felt nice and was giving me all kinds of butterflies
even better then when I touch it" she said smiling.



   "And how do you know about touching it?" I asked



   "Remember the boy that lived next door that moved a couple months ago"
she asked and I nodded knowing the 16 year old.  He and the parents moved
back East somewhere after the father got a transfer.  "Well one time I was
playing outside and saw him in the garage.  He was looking at some books
and playing with his thing when he saw me and came running after me.  When
he caught me we went back to the garage and he asked me what I saw so I
told him.  He told me that if I didn't want to get in trouble that I had to
let him see mine since I saw his.  I took my shorts and panties off then he
told me about how he could make me have all kinds of butterflies in my
belly and make me feel real good and explode but that he wanted me to do
the same thing for him.  So he showed me how to touch his thing and move it
up and down with my hands while he touched my tickle.  It was feeling
really good when he told me that he would make it feel even better but that
I had to do the same.  He then put his mouth on my privates and began
tickling my tickle with his tongue while I had his thing in my mouth moving
it up and down.  All of a sudden I felt all kinds of butterflies explode
and he exploded squirting some stuff in my mouth and told me to swallow it
so I did.  Then we got up and put our clothes back on and I went back to
playing."



   "I see did you ever do it again?" I asked after listening to her story I
was now very concerned and worried about her.



   "No I kinda went over a couple times and asked but he told me no and
that he had other things to do so I kinda started touching it myself to
make it feel better."



   "Have you ever let anyone else touch you or make you have butterflies?"



   "No, but one time when I was coming home from school there was this man
who was in a van and he had his thing out playing with it when I walked by.
He told me he would give me a dollar if I would play with it and make it
squirt or he would give me five dollars if I would put it in my mouth and
suck on it like a candy cane.  I know I wasn't suppose to get in a car with
someone but I kinda wanted the five dollars so I climbed in his van and he
let me hold on the keys so we didn't drive away and I put it in my mouth
and sucked on it.  After it squirted a whole bunch he gave me a soda to
drink and five dollars then left and I came home."



   I didn't know what to think my little girl had already been introduced
to sex at least to a point and not only didn't she tell anyone but liked it
and went looking for more.  If I were to let this continue there's no doubt
in my mind that something worse would happen to her.  Maybe my mother and
even Mr.  Simmons were right maybe it was better that someone who loved her
teach her.  Someone who cared for her, had feelings, and would be gentle.
Someone who would take the time to explain to her and show her properly
someone like me.



   "Sweetheart, I love you very much and I would do anything in this world
for you.  I have always fought for what was right and have tried to keep
you safe but I have never thought about you growing up or having feelings
like that till you were much older.  ( I knew Sandy matured young since we
grew up together and that she was sexually active or curious very early
too.) You remember the file you saw earlier and asked me why I didn't love
you like that?  Maybe it is time that I began to teach you and explain some
things to you for when you are older.  That way you won't look to some
stranger because you are curious or have feelings." I said putting my arm
around my little girl giving her a hug.



   "Really daddy that would be so cool can I touch your thing too and will
you tickle me some more like you did?"



   "Yes we will do that and much more if you want to but first let me call
Grammie and talk to her" I said picking up the phone to dial my mother
again.



   "Hi mom sorry to call so late in the evening.  I'll probably be in jail
with some of the same people I've put there but you win.  Karen has been
involved in much more then I had known about and I believe it's for her
best interests and safety that she knows correctly, so tell me what do I
do?"



   "Jim I know you find this hard but believe me when I tell you that your
relationship with Karen will become even stronger and deeper.  There isn't
anything special you have to do other then remember to be slow and gentle
with her, think about her feelings and be sure to satisfy her completely
like you had always done with Sandy."



   "What do you mean Sandy, how do you know what we did or didn't do?"



   "Her and I had many conversations but that's not the issue.  For now let
me speak with Karen for a moment it will help make things easier for you."



   "Ok just a moment" I said not knowing what my mother was going to tell
her but figured at this point it didn't matter any more.



   Handing Karen the phone she began talking to my mother.  Over the next
15 minutes or so Karen would say nothing more then an occasional yes or no
followed by some giggling.  Finally telling my mom good bye with love and
kisses she handed me the phone.  "Yes mom" I stated.



   "Alright you don't have to worry Karen is more then willing and wanting
you to teach her.  It seems that she had been interested in your cock now
for about three years or more but has been to shy to ask you."



   "Ask me, ask me what?"



   "Jim your daughter has been wanting to touch you, play with your cock
and probably even suck it.  She has been curious about sex for some time
Sandy had been explaining the mechanics of it to her for a couple years
before she passed away.  You have nothing to worry about take your princess
to bed and make romantic love to her.  Be her first and satisfy her
completely only remember to be slow, take your time, you not only have all
night and the rest of your life but you have my support too.  Oh and Jim,
there's nothing wrong with you enjoying yourself too, let your feelings for
her go."



   I still wasn't sure about everything that was going on though I couldn't
deny that it was true I did have feelings for my little girl.  From the
moment she had me touch her something changed in me.  I still saw her as my
little girl yet there wasn't any denying there were some sexual feelings
too and even my mother knew.  Turning Karen was sitting on the sofa like a
little angel in white waiting for me to say something, but what?  Walking
over looking down she set there eyes with a sparkle in them and a smile on
her face.



   "Honey would you like to sleep with dad tonight?"



   "Yes daddy please and can you tickle me like you did before?"



   She was making it almost too easy asking me, how could I deny her or
even better asked how could I let her go on not knowing and possibly let
someone hurt her.  Reaching out Karen took my hand standing up walked with
me as I went towards the bedroom.  When we stepped in Karen went over to
the bed taking her nightie off climbed up on Sandy's side of the bed and
slipped under the covers.  I had my back to her as I slipped my shorts off,
my cock was semi-erect as I turned walking over to the bed.  Karen had
never seen my fully erect though after hearing what she told me I didn't
think that my six inch member would scare her.  Slipping under the covers
Karen snuggled up next to my her head on my chest her arm went around me
hugging me.



   "I love you daddy" she said in a soft voice.



   "I love you too very much princess" I stated as I gently ran my hand
down her back over her small soft firm ass then back up.



   Karen only snuggled closer to me as I gently caressed her over and over
again.  The feel of her soft warm skin against my naked body was having a
strange effect on me, rather then fighting it which was my first thought I
relaxed as my mother had said and allowed things to progress naturally. 
Karen I guess noticed my erection I could feel her hand slowly making its
way down my stomach till the tips of her fingers touched me waiting to see
what I would say or do.  My little 9 year old daughter wanted me and at
that moment I wanted her too.  I wanted to feel her touching me, wanted her
to take my cock in her little hand and yes even feel her sweet young lips
around it.



   "Its ok sweetheart you can do anything you want to" I said softly to her
kissing her on the top of the head.



   That was all the encouragement she needed feeling her little fingers
lightly wrap around the base of my cock gently worked their way up almost
as if measuring it then back down again.  Ever so slowly and lightly she
began to massage my manhood.  Running my hand down Karen turned some so
that I had access to her.  Feeling my finger just above the top of her
little mound she lifted a leg so I could touch her.  As my finger tips
drifted over her young slit I could feel the heat and wetness of my little
girl.  I never knew a child could become so excited and wet at such a young
age.  Everything that some of my cases had told me was true, children can
be sexual and know what they want.  Karen was no exception, her own natural
moisture made easy access for my finger to work its way to her little clit.
Touching her button sent a gasping sound from her lips and felt her grasp
my cock a little tighter.  This wasn't from pain but her actions were from
pleasure, a pleasure that I had only began to unleash.  Turning I began
placing little kisses over Karen's face till our lips met.  Unconsciously
my tongue darted out touching her lips, at first her mouth remained closed
but a second or two later opened.  Our tongues began dancing around in her
mouth as I rolled her onto her back.



   Breaking our kiss I began working my tongue over her chin, down her neck
to her chest.  First to one little bud then the other running my tongue
around each before placing it in my mouth giving it a little suck and
moving on.  Running my tongue on down over her stomach she had to release
her hold on me for the moment, her muscles tightened and twitched as my
tongue danced over her stomach before continuing.  Reaching down with my
hands turning her I motioned for her to spread her legs.  Without a second
thought she did repositioning myself now gave me better access to continue
further.  I had always loved going down on her mother, Sandy kept herself
clean and sweet but nothing compared to the taste that I got when my tongue
touched my daughter's little love mound.  It was like nectar of the Gods a
sweetness that I had never tasted before.  Karen gave a little moaning
sound as my tongue ran over her slit the first time.  Pushing with only the
slightest pressure her lips parted and I gained access to her little
button. As my tongue danced over it placing my lips against her sweet mound
I gave a little sucking pressure and sent her over the edge.  Karen's legs
closed gripping my head she started to climax and I drank her sweetness. 
It was like a drug and I couldn't get enough wanting every drop that I
could capture.  A minute or so Karen began to relax again I could hear her
breathing heavily just as her mother had done many times before when she
was pleasured.



   Rather then stopping I decided to give her more and started once again
only this time I took a few moments to explore a little more.  Running my
tongue down a little I found her little entrance and began darting my
tongue in and out.  Maybe it was her sweet juices that I craved or maybe to
see how she would react either way my reward came quickly as Karen again
began to climax filling my tongue and mouth with her sweetness.  This time
Karen was making some little gasping sounds and grunts that I couldn't
understand.  Her legs were again holding me gripping me and keeping me in
place yet I knew she was enjoying what was happening.  I could feel her
young muscles grasping, gripping to try and take my tongue deeper into her
young body.  My own cock was hard screaming for some relief.  I fought to
keep some control over myself remembering what my mother had said that we
had all night I was going to be sure that this would be a night for us to
both remember.  It was almost two minutes or so before Karen finally began
to relax again, this time I had to make my way back up her young body and
take a few moments myself to regain better control.  My ears were ringing
from the pressure of her thighs pressing against them.  Placing little
kisses over her body as I went Karen only lay there almost as if sleeping.
Laying next to her I ran my fingers over her chest and stomach.



   "Are you ok" I asked softly whispering in her ear.



   "Oh yes daddy that was wonderful I never felt anything like that before"
she said as she rolled over onto my chest hugging me and kissing me on the
face.



   "Well that's probably because I'm daddy and I want to be sure that you
enjoy yourself completely, unlike that boy or that man who only thought
about what they wanted.  If you would like I can show you a lot more or we
can stop and you can go on to sleep, but if I do you have to promise me
that you will never tell anyone and that you will never do any of these
things with anyone else but me till you are older and decide to marry.  I
will never hurt you and I will always be sure that you have as much fun as
you can."



   "I know daddy that was what Grammie told me, she said that you would
show me and teach me and that I had to promise that it would only be you
and that no one else could ever touch me or do any of the things we did.  I
told her I promised and that you would be the only one."



   "Well are you sure that you want to do more?" I asked her giving her the
option to quit.



   "Yes daddy please and I want to do things for you too" she said reaching
out taking my cock in her hand again.



   Feeling her touching me I thought I was going to explode but somehow
seemed to hold on.  Karen moved around and in a moment I knew what she was
talking about as she moved her head down to my cock.  Suddenly I could feel
her tongue run over the length of my member up then down and back up again
before opening her mouth and taking a good three inches in began sucking
me. It had been almost two years since I had anyone suck my cock, Sandy was
the last before she became too ill.  Karen was a natural, I found it hard
to believe that she had only done it twice before.  I swear I thought she
took the whole length a few times deep throat me.  It only took a few
moments that I felt my load getting ready.  I told her that I was about to
explode so if she wanted to back off she was able to yet instead it only
seemed to make her work harder bobbing up and down.  Suddenly I couldn't
hold back any longer and began shooting wads of my baby juice into her
mouth.  Karen began swallowing as soon as I began taking every drop.  I
don't remember ever cumming as long or as much as I did yet she never
stopped sucking, milking every drop she could from me before finally
releasing me.



   "Did I do it good daddy" she asked as she moved back up placing her head
on my chest.



   "Yes darling you did wonderful, you are as good as your mother ever was
and I love you so very much" I said leaning down kissing her head as I
hugged her tightly.



   "Daddy I promise I will never let anyone ever touch me or do anything
for anyone ever again."



   "Well in that case daddy will do what ever you would like me to do and I
will always be there for you no matter what you want" I said yet wondering
how long it would be before the police would be knocking at my door.



   "Daddy would you teach me how to have a baby?  Grammie said that you
would if I wanted, she said it might hurt a little the first time but
that's ok.  I want to feel it inside my tickle and make even more
butterflies for me."



   I knew this went against everything I did and stood for, yet somehow it
seemed so right.  There wasn't anyone in the world who would have as much
feeling for my little girl as I would and no one could ever love her as
much as I did.  I knew if anyone found out I would be the one sitting in
front of a desk trying to explain my story on what happened yet none of
that mattered right now.  At this moment the only thing that mattered was
my little girl had sexual feelings, desires, and curiosity.  Not only that
but she wanted me which made it even more important.  If I were to deny her
I am sure she would go out and find someone else to try and satisfy her
feelings.  She was much safer here with me, I could control the situation
and I could be sure that she not only didn't get hurt but soon wouldn't get
pregnant either.



   "Yes honey I'll teach you everything that you want to learn and I will
always be there when you want to play or make love."



   My cock was only semi-erect again and I wasn't sure if I would be able
to get a full erection or even climax again this soon but I had to keep my
daughter satisfied and not let her think that I couldn't.  Moving her over
on top of my chest she let a leg drop on either side of me.  I had her sit
up while we talked giving my cock the wonderful feel snuggled up pressing
along her young virgin slit.  The warmth of her soft tender flesh against
my shaft and thoughts of what it would be like to feel a true virgin for
the first time gave my cock the willingness to become erect again in only a
few minutes.  Laying firm against me I had Karen move her hips slightly
sliding along its length.  This increased my sensitivity and excited her
too, reaching down Karen seemed to know what to do.  Taking my cock in hand
began moving the head over her slit till she had it lined up where she
wanted it.  Very slowly she pressed down I could feel her lips parting,
opening to take her prize.  It was almost as if being instructed Karen
slowly worked the head to her entrance.  With a slight more pressure I felt
the head slip through with a pop like motion.  Karen stopped for a moment
catching her breath and giving her body a few seconds to adjust she began
to wiggle around.  Ever so slowly in almost a snail like movement my member
began to enter sinking a little further as seconds passed by.  After a
couple minutes and about two inches or so I felt the head pressing against
her hymen.  The thin membrane that seemed to separate her from other
females in life.



   "Karen it's at your cherry, we can stop now or we can go on but if we do
it's probably going to hurt for a few seconds when it breaks."



   "I know daddy Grammie and mommy had told me about that before, I was
just getting ready incase it does hurt" she said.



   With a quick bucking motion she deflowered herself with my cock sending
it a good inch through.  Leaning forward her froze her hands on my chest
she gave a deep gasping sucking breath sound.  I was sure that she had hurt
herself and that it was now going to be over.  If it was I only hoped that
it wouldn't ruin her wanting to again sometime later on when she was older.



   "Honey are you ok?  Did you hurt yourself?"



   "I'm ok daddy it just kinda surprised me and hurt a little."



   "Why don't we stop I don't want you to hurt yourself" I said now feeling
sorry for her and what we were doing.



   "No daddy it's ok, I want to keep doing it.  Grammie said that it would
stop hurting in a few moments if I just stayed still then moved again
slow."



   I was beginning to wonder how much had my mother told Karen, I didn't
think that she could have explained that much to her in the short time she
was on the phone.  Karen was insistent and in charge, I decided to lay
there and let her make the decision.  Later if things got too far out of
hand or she was going to truly hurt herself then I would stop her.  A
minute or two passed as I lay there not moving for fear of hurting her. 
Karen again slowly began to move her hips then a little quicker till she
bottomed out with my full length in her.



   "I did it, I got it all in" she said with a smile like a child getting
an A on a test.



   Now that she had accepted my manhood it was up to me to please her. 
Reaching up I drew her down on me as I rolled over.  This put her on her
back with her legs wrapped around my hips and me in control.  Ever so
slowly I drew my cock an inch or so out then back in, out then back in.  I
couldn't believe not only how tight she was but that I was in her without
hurting her.  The pressure of her muscles gripping my cock sent a new life
through me that I never knew.  Each time adding a fraction of an inch more
to my movement.  Soon I was working my entire length out and pushing back
down and in.  Karen's body began to take on a new life I could feel her
ankles pushing down trying to draw more of me into her with each stroke. 
Karen reacted with an intense climax in only a few moments gripping and
squeezing me.  My cock felt like there was a vise gripping then relaxing,
over and over again.  Each contraction of her climax gripped me tightly
almost drawing tears to my eyes.  I only held still while she rode out her
waves of passion and after till she began to come back to reality and I
started over again.  Having came a few times already gave me the staying
power that I needed while pleasing Karen.  Over the next half hour or so I
brought Karen off again six more times before feeling my own climax coming
to a breaking point.  I had thought to pull out but decided not to, I
didn't have to worry about her getting pregnant yet besides I wanted her to
feel my seed splashing in her and I wanted to feel my own cock cumming in
my little girl.  We both climaxed about the same time causing me to shove
my cock into her deep and hard.  As I did it felt like my cock head hit
something, possibly her cervix while wave after wave of my baby juice shot
out filling my little girl's belly.  Karen's climax was harder then any of
the previous causing her to whimper giving some strange little sounds. 
Sandy had been the same way, she was very vocal while we made love and
Karen seemed to be taking after her mother.  Drained I put my arms under
Karen rolling her back on top of me.  Karen seemed to doze off laying on my
chest while I lay there thinking about what had happened and my cock buried
deep inside her.  I had crossed over the line and tasted the forbidden
pleasures of a little girl.  Not just any little girl but my little nine
year old daughter.  There was no denying it, this would not be the last
time for us but only the first of many more to come.  She fell asleep with
my cock still buried in her just like she did as a baby on my ches.  I lay
there thinking about many of my previous cases.  With the exception of
names and locations what had happened was no different from many of the
stories I had heard from others.



   Over the that weekend Karen and I had made love to each other almost
every hour or so it seemed.  So many times that I wasn't able to count them
in a day.  By Monday I was sore but continued to manage to keep up with
her. Going to the office I put in my recommendations for Mr.  Simmons,
probation with time served and having to register.  My supervisor couldn't
believe what he was hearing and questioned me at length about it.  I could
only tell him that based on what the children had to say that this was the
only logical way.  Naturally my supervisor didn't like what he was hearing
telling me to take an extended paid vacation that would end on my
retirement date and not come back.  My case load was transferred to others
for fear that I would have cut their probation time down.  I left not
knowing what the future had in store but knew that Karen and I were much
happier and closer now.  Packing up we headed out to Mexico for a vacation,
thoughts of putting the house up for sale, we have yet to come back and it
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http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sergdriver/www/index.htm
=============================== This story is a work of fiction.  Names,
characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's
imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.