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   Voyeuristic Intention by Tiberius

   Story_intro: Todd Southern is a rich, eccentric reclusive young man who
secretly spies on the tenants in the apartment block in which he lives and
which he owns, observing their private intimate moments in their bedrooms
and bathrooms.  When Lester Balmer and his beautiful dark-featured
twelve-year-old daughter, Phoebe, move into apartment 8, Todd is initially
overjoyed at the prospect of spying on them.  But he quickly realizes that
the father and daughter are anything but normal, and, soon, nothing about
his reclusive voyeuristic life will be the same.

   =====This story is a work of fiction=====.

   WARNING ...  This story contains descriptions of sexual encounters
between pre-teenagers and adults.



   "In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention, well secluded I see
all!"

   Rocky Horror Picture Show





   Voyeuristic Intention

   by

   Tiberius





   ...  ONE ...





   Casey Mathews virtually flew into her apartment, after she hastily
opened the front door, and headed frenetically towards her bedroom with
on-suite.  She flung her small expensive attache case on the bed, more
intent on removing her expensive business clothes and attending to that
which could not be held back any longer.  Her bra removed and her
worn-all-day panties flung carelessly toward the laundry bin in the corner,
Casey -- a tall, slim, fit young woman of twenty two, with medium-length
blond hair, a long-ish but strikingly attractive face, and small petite
breasts adorned with pretty faint-pink nipples -- dashed to the toilet seat
and sat down.



   "Arhhh!..." she moaned a moment later with relief as she relaxed her
bladder to allow an urgent stream of piss to flow into the bowl.  Half-way
through her urination, she pressed her hands into her thighs, as if feeling
the need to steady herself, and bit her lower lip lightly.  She winced
slightly as she relaxed her bowels to dump their shitty load.  It was an
explosive release.  "Oh!.." she half spoke and half whispered as a farty
eruptive release splattered the toilet bowl with her shit.  Several more
times she half-winced -- in release and in concert with her bowel movements
-- until the bulk of her messy defecation lay resting in or smeared around
the sides of the bowl.



   "Phew!...  that curry!..." Casey mumbled to herself reflecting on lunch
earlier that day with Jay.  Then she stood up briefly to look down at the
shitty mess she'd just dumped.  She sat down again, and remained seated for
a few more minutes, relaxing, catching her breath, and occasionally forcing
out a dribble or two more of runny poo to add to her dump below.  Finally
she stood up and stretched briefly, before tearing off a few sheets of
toilet paper.  After dabbing away any drops of pee from around her cunt,
she attended to the business of wiping her ass, looking each time at her
shit smeared on sheets of toilet paper before throwing them into the toilet
bowl.



   Just as Casey flushed away her dumped load, the telephone rang.  Naked,
she ambled from the bathroom to the telephone near her bed and picked it
up. It was her boyfriend, Jay.  "No, I'm running a bit late.  I'll get
there about seven thirty," she told him.  The conversation finished shortly
thereafter, Casey stretched lazily a few times, watching herself in the
mirror as she did so, taking a moment to hold her breasts, and then turn
sideways to reassure herself that she was as slim and beautiful as she
wanted to be.  After that she headed for the shower to, amongst other
things, wash her grimy ass.  But a pang in the belly distracted her, and
she had to dash to the toilet seat briefly again to plop a few more
splashes of runny poop into the bowl, this time with a prolonged rumbly
fart.



   ...  TWO ...



   Up in apartment 12, Todd Southern enjoyed watching every second of
Casey's messy late afternoon relief.  Everything about Casey pleased Todd.
The way she winced when she dropped turds; the nice moans she made as she
squat to pee; the way she always looked at her own shit in the bowl, and on
the sheets of paper after she wiped her ass hole.  Probably looking for
traces of blood or anything else bad, he figured.



   And there was so much more to Casey to enjoy: the careful way she
removed her bloody tampons during menstruation, and the meticulous way she
placed new ones in her cunt, or along the crack of it, depending on how
heavy her period was, and which type she used.  Then there was the way she
pranced about naked, looking at herself, admiring her own beautiful body;
or even better when she showered, the way she'd wash her cunt and ass so
thoroughly, pushing soap in again and again, maybe to clean herself well,
or maybe just because she enjoyed the feel of her own soapy fingers up her
twat and shit hole.  Todd thought this likely because Casey was a horny
cunt.  He knew that because she loved to masturbate, especially after work
before going out, or late at night before sleep.  The way she'd pinch her
own cute hard nipples with one hand while working away deftly at her
clitoris with the other, sometimes in bed, at other times while watching
TV. And when she made herself come there was that long groan she'd make,
her head turned to one side, eyes kind of drowsy, her mind fully absorbed
in it, as her fingers worked away at her juicy cunt, her clit engorged, her
fine blond pubic hair surely dank with self-arousal-produced lubricant. 
Todd even liked to think she enjoyed getting herself off more than when she
and Jay, her man, fucked, which they did often at her place.  Casey liked
it from behind, and hard too, usually after being eaten out.  And she gave
great head.  She'd suck on Jay's cock until he came -- usually his second
time for that session -- into her mouth.  Rather than swallow, she usually
dribbled it all over his abdomen.  For some reason, they both liked that,
and they'd rub together afterwards, smearing his ejaculate between them.



   Todd knew all of this about Casey because he watched her every day, and
nothing about what she did in her apartment escaped him.  For Todd had
installed state-of-the-art surveillance devices in her apartment -- bedroom
and bathroom especially -- and so he missed nothing.  So everyday while
Casey urinated, defecated, menstruated, masturbated, copulated, and
attended to all her other private ablutions, Todd was watching, recording,
enjoying -- often while jerking off -- in his apartment, absorbed by the
row of computer screens he installed and used expertly for this purpose. 
And she never knew that he was watching.



   But while Casey was his favorite voyeuristic pleasure at the moment, she
was not his only one.  For Todd had installed such devices in each of the
other eleven apartments in the building, all bathrooms and bedrooms
covered. He'd been able to do this because, unbeknownst to the tenants,
Todd actually owned the building, part of the considerable inheritance from
his late father and real estate tycoon.  A property-management company saw
to the daily running of the exclusive centrally-located building, including
leasing of apartments and associated responsibilities.  But it was Todd, as
owner, who pocketed the considerable profit from the building, although
money was hardly Todd's primary interest in life.



   Doubtless the other residents in the building would have been shocked to
learn that the thin -- weedy almost -- diffident young man with a poor
complexion, unflattering spectacles -- who looked every bit like the goofy
computer nerd type -- whom they occasionally ran into in the elevator, was
in fact their landlord, and a multimillionaire to boot.  They would have
been even more shocked to learn that everything they said and did in their
apartments, particularly in their bedrooms and bathrooms, was watched and
often recorded by that same young man who took great pleasure at observing
them at their every vice and intimacy.  Safely and comfortably ensconced in
his own apartment -- number 12, the most luxurious in the building -- Todd
performed daily at his high-tech console, his microphones picking up every
grunt, every sigh, every sound of pleasure, relief, and intimacy; his cams
focusing on every toilet and bedroom act in which his tenants engaged,
either alone or with others.



   Not that every apartment held the same appeal for Todd.  He had each
apartment "wired" over recent years during periods of unoccupancy, but not
all tenants were interesting enough for on-going surveillance.  Middle- age
and older couples in apartments 2, 5, 6, 7 and 11 rarely did much of
interest, apart from the occasional Saturday night fuck and a lot of
jerking off when a partner wasn't around.  However Todd found the women in
5 and 8 were interesting enough to watch, despite their older age,
particularly when they masturbated.  It amused Todd to watch the lady in 5
regularly ram a large dildo up her ass hole and into her horny fifty-five
year old cunt, no doubt a replacement for her husband who seemingly hadn't
mounted her for years.  He preferred to jerk off in private in the toilet.



   Casey Mathews in apartment 10, was top of his list, of course.  She was
so beautiful, Todd never tired of watching her poop, pee, wank, fuck and
lots more.  He especially loved the look of her tits, and longed to suck at
her faint-pink nipples.  Often, while he watched her crapping on the
toilet, he'd fantasize about sucking her boobies while she dumped, jerking
off his wad as he did so.  She was a never-ending source of jerk-off for
him, and he'd accumulated hours of edited highlights of her doing it,
getting it, caressing it, dumping it, wiping it and washing it.  He even
kept a close record of her monthly cycle so he wouldn't miss seeing her
playing with bloody tampons and attending to her menstruating twat crack.
She masturbated a lot during her periods, too.  That was one of his
favorites.



   The Riley's in apartment 1 were worth some attention.  John and Gina,
both mid-thirties laywers, were fun to watch at their hump.  They both
enjoyed a little "69", and Gina didn't mind taking her husband up her ass
occasionally.  John liked it too, even shooting his load up her butt when
she let him.  Gina was cute too, nice tight titties, small ass, and shapely
waist.  Todd noticed she made all kinds of faces when she pooped, however.
Maybe John's anal fucking had torn her a bit, or perhaps she was just tight
assed.  Maybe she just enjoyed a continuously slightly sore butt hole, a
raw feeling each time she dropped a turd.  She seemed always to wipe her
ass for ages after a dump.  But in any case Todd liked to watch her on the
can or in the shower.  She always patted her pussy dry after a shower so
tenderly; it always turned Todd on a bit.  It looked like a nice little
pussy too -- from what he could see: a small patch of dark pubic hair and
what looked like a raised puffy clit.



   Bill and Irene Dyson in apartment 3 were about the same age as the
Riley's, and while Todd didn't mind watching them fuck as well, he found
their kids more appealing.  Little Tanya, just turned five, was so cute
when she pooped on the toilet or took a shower.  Todd giggled at the sight
on-screen of her cute little cunt slit and the teeny weeny pink hole up her
bottom he occasionally saw when she bent over to dry her feet.  But it was
Daniel, her brother, whom Todd liked to keep an eye on.  Not that Todd was
gay, but Daniel, thirteen years old now, was really getting into jerking
his young wad.  It was great to watch him, when he was alone in his bedroom
and had the opportunity, to wank away, learning to develop his technique to
full effect.  He'd lie on his back furiously jerking his dick and then
pulling back at the last moment, holding off his coming as long as
possible. No doubt the poster nearby of Britney Spears -- dressed in some
cutie-cutie skimpy outfit, her lovely belly showing, her sexy firm tits
pressed up -- helped fire young Daniel's imagination.  Todd liked to
speculate about what Daniel was doing to her in his mind -- giving it to
her good in every hole, shooting over her face, or maybe all over her
titties.  And when he did come, the kid would shoot like a cannon.  Usually
he'd have to spend ages wiping away all his cum from the bed, the floor --
sometimes even the wall.  Todd just loved watching the boy wince, grimace
and spurt his load off.  "I hope you fucked that cunt Britney real good,
kid," he would say out loud to himself afterwards with a laugh.



   Ray Cox, in apartment 4, a handsome ambitious finance whiz type who
lived alone and spent most of his time working, was only of interest when
he occasionally brought home drop-dead gorgeous chicks for some serious
gruelling fucking.  Sometimes he'd bring home two, making it a fun session
for Todd to watch some real threesome humping.



   Carole and Elizabeth Waters in apartment 7, mother and daughter aged
about forty and twenty respectively, should have been a source of real
voyeuristic enjoyment for Todd.  He had high hopes when they moved in, but
they quickly turned out to be a disappointment.  For a start, both mother
and daughter were plain in appearance and neither took much effort to make
the most of what they had.  Todd soon discovered that although they were
well-off financially, they seemed to be part of some puritanical Christian
church which eschewed pleasure, beauty and everything that goes with it. 
Carole's husband was dead, apparently.  Neither female engaged in sex of
any kind, or even fondled themselves, as far as Todd could see.  About the
only fun Todd had watching them was when Elizabeth crapped and showered in
the bathroom, and even that was of marginal interest.  But he kept an eye
on them, hoping for some major lurid development.  He wasn't hopeful,
however.



   That left Susan Yeardly in apartment 9.  Now Susan, a twenty something
designer or some such, lived alone.  She worked mostly from home too.  She
wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world to Todd's eye, but he still
enjoyed watching her intimate moments in bed, on the crapper, or in the
shower.  Even more so now that she was pregnant, and getting heavy with it.
There was no man in her life that he could see.  He suspected she was the
feminist type, who had chosen to be a single mom.  In any case, Todd had
enjoyed watching her swell over the months.  Seeing her waddle to the
toilet seat and clutch her belly while she piddled and pooped really
pleased him.  She wacked off at lot too -- almost every day.  Susan's
fingers were like a blur when she took to her throbbing clitty nob.  Now
she was so big, Todd noticed, she turned on her side on the bed to rest her
belly while bringing her hand from behind to get good access to her horny
pregnant pussy.  Sometimes he thought he saw her fingering her own anus
too. He guessed she enjoyed playing up that hole as well.  Susan wasn't as
much fun to watch as his favorite, Casey, but Todd kept a good eye on her.



   That left only apartment 8.  At the present time it was unoccupied.



   ...  THREE ...



   A week or so later the property management company rang Todd to advise
him that apartment 8 had been leased.  A Mr Lester Balmer and his daughter
were moving in shortly, they said.  An executive just moved from another
city, Balmer and his daughter would be "an ideal long-term tenant," Todd
was told.  Lester Balmer had recently "lost his wife in tragic
circumstances," and had accepted the senior post in Todd's city by way of
making a fresh start with his daughter.



   "How old is the daughter?" Todd asked, trying to sound indifferent to
the answer but in fact excited at the prospect of a new young girl to spy
on.



   "Phoebe, oh she's about twelve, I believe," came the reply.



   A smirk came to Todd's mouth.  He was well pleased with this
information. There hadn't been many young girls staying at the building. 
The Riley's five-year-old in apartment 1 was sweet enough to watch peeing
and pooping, and washing her little cunt crack, but a twelve-year- old
would surely make nice watching.  They play with their pussies at that age,
don't they?  he asked himself; and they have boyfriends over, and make out
when dad's not around, and horny stuff like that, he figured.  He just
hoped she wasn't fat or ugly.  Even if she was just a plain boring kid,
watching her in bed or on the toilet would be a great new buzz.



   After hearing the news, Todd checked out his system to make sure all
mics and cams in apartment were working.  They were.  After that he forgot
about 8 because Nina was coming over soon.  He wanted to be ready.



   Monday was Todd's "Nina night".



   ***



   Nina Foulds was a twenty five year old high-class 'escort' who wouldn't
normally have been seen dead around someone like Todd if it were not for
the fact that he paid her a shit load of money to fuck her.



   There was not much else in Todd's life -- he spent most of his time in
his apartment, venturing out only a few times a week, and when necessary,
for food and other shopping.  Most of his business affairs not delegated to
others was done on the phone, or over the internet.  But Nina was now a
part of his weekly routine.  He felt comfortable with her; she knew just
how to please him; allowed him his fantasies; and since she knew a good
thing when she saw it -- a rich geeky young guy who was both easy to please
and generous as well -- she made sure never to belittle or humiliate him.



   The tall elegant blond arrived wearing the sexy red dress Todd liked so
much.  For a time he forgot about his computer console and allowed Nina to
get his nerdy rocks off.  She started off as always: spreading her legs to
show her gaping cunt to him.  He liked that.  Todd would sniff and lick her
out for a while -- Nina's cunt was always juicy, and her folds seemed
perpetually and prettily exposed and puffy.  Todd liked to think it was
because so many dicks had filled her.  It aroused him to think about her
seasoned cunt as he licked her clit and fingered inside her.  But then came
the part he loved, and Nina was so good at it: sucking her big pink hard
nipples while she soothed him by caressing his head.  Todd moaned while he
sucked like a baby on her tits, and she whispered in a sexy voice, "That's
it honey, suck on your mommy.  Your mommy loves to feel your mouth sucking
my swollen hard nipple." Todd loved it, especially because as Nina caressed
his head with one hand, she stroked his dick with the other.  And Todd's
cock was no puny thing.  Skinny, gawky and geeky he might have been, but
Todd had a wad that even a porn star might have envied.  It would swell to
a gigantic size when he was aroused; and Nina seemed to take real pleasure
grasping it with her elegant hand, lovingly caressing the dark-red knob,
and licking and stroking him down to his balls.



   Having finished with Nina's tits, Todd allowed her to get on to the next
thing: sucking his big wad.  Almost lovingly she would encircle her mouth
around him, taking him in far as she could, giving him the best deep-
throat she could.  She didn't even insist he use a condom any more.  She
knew he didn't have any nasty diseases, and for what he paid her she didn't
mind breaking her usual safety rule, even if that occasionally meant
getting her face splashed with hot ejaculate, or even swallowing a load or
two.  That meant a lot to him.



   Nina sucked on Todd's engorged wad until she felt he was getting ready
to shoot.  If the sucking wasn't enough, all she had to say was, "Mommy
loves to suck your big tasty cock, Toddy," and Todd would whine and moan in
pleasure.  Then she spread her cunt in his face and Todd would dart into
her hole.  As big as he was, Nina's wet gaping professionally- expert pussy
would stretch to accommodate him, and Todd grunted and humped into her
until -- spurred on by Nina's groans to "fill mommy with your juice, mommy
wants all your creamy cum" -- he exploded his geeky load of hot ejaculate
deep into the soggy snatch of the accomplished, expensive, whore.  "Pump it
deeper, Toddy," Nina groaned in a low sexy voice to help Todd enjoy his
climax when she felt him squirt inside her.  "Deep up where mommy makes
babies, lover," she went on knowing how this really spun his dial.  With a
frenetic thrusting finale, his face red, contorted, consumed with climax,
Todd cried out like a baby until the last of his spurts was lodged inside
Nina, after which his face fell between her breasts and, as she soothed
him, Todd sucked nipple until he fell asleep.



   A short time later she left, with Todd still sleeping, picking up the
cash left on the table near the door as she left.  This time he hadn't
wanted to fuck her up the ass, which was just as well because the Japanese
businessman the previous night had done little else to her, and her ass
hole was sore as hell.  Nor had Todd come all over her face and tits
tonight, as he often did.  She always allowed him if he moaned for it just
before he ejaculated.  Whatever pleased him.



   Nina had worst clients than Todd.



   ** FOUR **



   That was Monday evening.  The rest of Todd's week was comparatively
routine.  Five-year-old Tanya in apartment 5 was a highlight, not just in
the bathroom at her poop and pee, but also in her bedroom when she would
spread across the bed in her nightie, her cute little cunt slit in view. 
Sometimes she would casually scratch her little pussy.  "Oh, is your little
baby twat itchie, sweetie?" Todd mumbled watching her on the monitor.  "I
wish I could scratch it for you, cutie pie."



   The yuppie stud, Ray, in 4 provided some good entertainment on Wednesday
night, bringing home a gorgeous raven-haired young woman whom he proceeded
to screw every-which-way until late.  She certainly gave good head.  And
when she went to the crapper for a piddle and dump, it was another bonus
for Todd, who appreciated how she parted her thighs on the can so he could
clearly see her business.



   Susan Yeardly in apartment 9 amused him on Thursday.  The pregnant
pretty was working at home as usual that day.  In the morning she worked at
her desk for a while, then rested.  She made herself come a couple of
times, big belly resting sideways as usual.  At one point she fell asleep
after masturbating, her fingers holding her own worked-up pussy lips.  Then
in the afternoon, some stomach bug must have hit her.  She shit herself
empty on the can, holding her big belly as a torrent of shit spewed from
her behind.  Todd was watching, and Todd was enjoying.  Later she lay on
the bed, pinching her nipples for milk.  Todd guessed she was just checking
to see if her jugs would be up to the task of feeding baby.  He wished he
could suck on them.  The thought stirred his organ into arousal, and he
jacked off on the floor.  He fantasized his cum splashed her face, tits and
pregnant belly.



   Friday was a "Casey" day, as it often was.  First she came home early,
as usual, and he had the pleasure of watching her undress, parade around
naked, piss, poop, and then shower and dress.  After going out for dinner,
she came back with Jay, and they fucked liked dogs off and on for several
hours.  After Jay emptied one load of cum in her pussy, and a later one all
over her belly, they cuddled up for the night.  Finally at 2 a.m.  Todd
turned in, there being no real action happening at that hour.  He had no
idea his life was about to undergo dramatic change, and that it would begin
tomorrow.



   **



   The arrival of Lester Balmer and his daughter Phoebe to the building
caught Todd by surprise.  That was unusual: he normal kept a strict eye on
the arrival and departure of his tenants.  But he slept late that Saturday,
and when he woke up and checked his screens, the pair had moved in to
apartment 8.  They had almost finished placing their personal belongings
around the well-furnished suite; Lester was writing a cheque for a delivery
guy who'd brought their stuff.



   Todd scrutinized the pair closely.  Lester was a tall, well-built
looking man probably no older than forty.  His appearance was no great
surprise to Todd.  But Phoebe took his attention immediately.  She was not
quite what he expected.  She was tall for her age, lean, willowy --
elegant, even.  She had exquisitely long dark shiny hair all the way down
her back.  Her skin looked a pale milky color, and she had a cute nose and
small pretty mouth.  She was beautiful -- model material, Todd thought. 
But there was something more about her -- a kind of coldness, a composure
beyond her years.  Todd immediately thought of the young spooky girl in the
Addams family, Wednesday.



   Phoebe wore a long dark dress, obviously expensive and flattering to her
lean young body.  It was meant for an older girl, but looked perfect on
her. Her manner, like her style, seemed older than her years.  "Yes
Father," she would say formally whenever he addressed her, or "Of course,
Father," and, "I agree Father," and so on -- at least while others were
around.  Very formal, very composed, very unchild-like.  Father and
daughter seemed very much in tune with each other.  When he moved, she
moved.  She was always near him, and he seemed to expect it.



   They spoke little, but there was an eerie bond between them.  Todd
watched, fascinated, as the pair attended to the apartment.  They were
unusual, not like any father and daughter he'd ever observed.  Phoebe may
have been only twelve, but there was nothing girlish about her.  She seemed
a very serious, very reserved, young girl.  But he couldn't wait to see her
without clothes on, and tried to imagine how small her little developing
titties might be, and whether or not she had pussy hair.  He was longing
for her to visit the toilet or change in the bedroom.



   Todd watched all day.  He watched Phoebe walk about the apartment.  How
elegant and self-controlled she was.  Everything she did was very
purposeful.  And she kept close to her father the whole time.



   "Phoebe, I must go out.  I'll be back around 8 o'clock," Todd heard
Phoebe's father say.  "Perhaps I bring home some food, OK?"



   "Yes, Father," Phoebe replied.



   "Oh, yes father," Todd said to himself, mimicking the girl, as he
watched.  "What are these two -- upper class snotty types?" he asked
himself, contempt in his voice.



   Father and daughter embraced warmly "It's been a long day, Try to rest,"
Lester added, before kissing his daughter fully on the mouth.



   "I will, Father," came the reply.  Then Lester whispered something into
his daughter's ear.  Todd couldn't pick it up.  But for the first time the
girl smiled, slightly.



   Phoebe's father left, and she closed the door behind him.  Then she
headed for the bedroom.



   Todd's heart fluttered.  Dare he hope that the pretty, solemn, child
might undress and reveal her sweet young body to him?



   Phoebe entered the bedroom and then to her bathroom.  Todd held his
breath.



   "Oh, please, please do a poop, baby," Todd muttered to himself.  He felt
aroused, like he always did the first time he saw a new tenant's first
private moment.



   Phoebe did head for the toilet.



   Slowly, never losing any decorum, lovely spooky Phoebe positioned
herself above the toilet bowl, and, with a smooth elegance, slipped her
panties down and and sat on the toilet.  Todd couldn't see anything -- her
legs were kept tight -- but he watched as Phoebe closed her eyes and did
her poop.  He guessed she was shitting -- he couldn't see -- but Phoebe sat
serenely on the seat, closed her eyes, and looked almost in a trance state,
only her eyelids flickering as her young rectum secreted its waste for the
day.  For several minutes she sat that way; eyes closed, very still, very
dignified, only subtle facial gestures coinciding with the passage of her
shit.



   Todd was fascinated.  There was something eerie about this girl, always
focused and self-absorbed.  And even when she finally stood up to wipe her
bottom, how dignified she did it.  Her eyes gazing ahead as she gently
wiped her poppy behind.



   Phoebe finished in the toilet and went to lay on the bed.  But Todd
noticed that she left her little panties on the floor near the toilet,
seemingly intentionally.  How he would have loved to gotten hold of those
stained panties!  How often had he fantasized about getting hold of lovely
Casey Mathew's dirty undies after she pulled them off?  But if he had a
choice now, it would be pretty virgin Phoebe's panty smells and stains he
would eagerly sniff.



   Phoebe was on the bed, her legs slightly apart.  She closed her eyes and
became still.  Todd, hoping the lovely girl might undress, was
disappointed. But just when he thought she was sleeping, he noticed
Phoebe's hand slip between her legs.  Under the dress, around her groin,
Todd could see movement; then slight, almost inaudible moans.  Todd licked
his lips, excited, aroused.  Now he was nursing a massive hard-on, because
he knew Phoebe was playing with her cunt, getting herself off.  His
erection bulged painfully in his pants.  Unzipping and exposing his
engorged prick, he began to stroke his shaft while Phoebe, on his monitor,
began to moan a little louder while she caressed her clitoris:



   "Oh daddy....oh daddy....  oh, oh, daddy, daaaadddy...." Phoebe was
moaning as her fingers worked faster around her clitoris.



   Todd, stroking his cock faster and faster, heard the young girl's moans.
Working at getting his rocks off, his mind raced as he took in the fact
that lovely young Phoebe was masturbating and thinking about her father at
the same time.



   "Oh!...  Daaadd....!" Phoebe yelped before grimacing a little.  Then she
emitted a long adorable moan as her climax came.  Slowly her fingers became
still, and she sighed as her breathing returned to normal.  She left her
hand cupping her young pussy as she drifted off to sleep.



   Streaks and dribbles of ejaculate were on the floor below Todd's seat.
If only young Phoebe had heard his cry as he came.



   ** FIVE **



   Lester returned home that evening a little later than planned, at around
8.45.  Phoebe, who had been sleeping soundly, went to greet him, sleep
still in her eyes.



   "I picked up some Chinese, sweetheart," he said.  "Your favorite."



   Father and daughter sat close together on a large leather sofa, eating.



   "Your new private school has all been arranged for next week," he said.
"It's very exclusive and progressive.  I'm sure you'll be happy there."



   "Yes Father," she replied.  "I'll do whatever you want, as always."



   Lester paused and then sighed.  "We can start all over here, baby.  We
only have each other.  We must make each other happy.  It's ...  It's what
your Mom would have wanted."



   "You know you only have to ask me, Father.  Anything Father, I can do.
You have given me so much, taught me so much." Phoebe paused.  "And now
Mom's....  gone, I want to do all the things she used to do for you."



   Lester smiled.  "I only worry that in the future you might not
think...."



   "You shouldn't worry Father, really," Phoebe said leaning toward him.



   Phoebe took her father's hand and moved closer.  "No, really Father.  We
must keep to ourselves.  Only trust ourselves.  Not say anything to anyone.
You know you can trust me.  I would never tell anyone."



   "You are my love now, sweetheart," Lester replied, kissing his
daughter's forehead.



   The pair finished the meal, mostly in silence, occasional looks and
glances seemingly saying that which did not need to be said.  Later Lester
leaned back in the sofa and stretched wearily.  Phoebe removed the
leftovers and returned to sit with her father.  As she slumped down, her
dress caught air to expose briefly her thighs.



   "Baby, are you wearing any panties?" Lester said smiling at his daughter
and lightly caressing her cheek.



   "No, Father," she replied coyly.  Then she intentionally turned toward
him, her legs apart to provide a full view of her vagina.



   "Honey..." he said slowly with a grin.



   Phoebe spread her thighs even further apart.  "Kiss my wet baby hole,
daddy," she whispered.  "I love it when you taste my baby hole."



   Lester groaned.  "Oh, baby...." he said before slowly pressing his face
into his daughter's sex.  "Mmmmm..." he moaned as she licked the contour of
Phoebe's cunt crack.  For several minutes Phoebe's father performed expert
cunnilinctus on her, sucking on her small clitoral mound, licking the
length of her young sex, and then darting his tongue into her opening to
enjoy the full wetness and aroma of her youthful vagina.



   Finally he sat up, licking his lips, catching his breath.  Phoebe moved
now, pressing her head into the groin of his pants, rubbing against the
growing bulge that appeared there.



   "Oh, baby..." her father moaned.



   "Let me make you feel good, daddy," Phoebe whispered as she carefully
unzipped her father, her small gentle hands searching for her his erection.



   "Oh......!" Lester moaned, passively giving in to his lovely young
daughter's attentions, throwing his head back, allowing the pleasure of
small gentle fingers around his cock to subsume him.  At the same time he
allowed his hand to reach down between his daughter's legs to finger her
pussy.  She made it as easy as possible for him to do so.



   Holding her father's cock gently with both hands, Phoebe kissed it all
over, starting with the tip and working down.  "I'm thirsty for your baby
making juices, daddy," Phoebe said, kissing her father's organ repeatedly
and looking up while looking up at him.  "Please give me some nice hot
sticky baby juice to drink, daddy," she murmured several times while
focusing her kisses around his balls.



   Carefully holding her father's engorged prick at the base, young
Phoebe's mouth took in as much of his girth as she could.  Slowly, ever so
slowly, did she suck on him.  With each long suck would come a smacking
sound as she reached the tip and his dick left her mouth.  Then she'd take
him again, a deep as possible, repeating the process, sucking hard, working
up to the tip.  Over and over Phoebe's small soft mouth worked at giving
her father as much pleasure as possible.  Sometimes she'd change and lick
the shaft of his rock-hard wad with the very tip of her tongue, taking
special care to lick the contour edges of his circumcised knob.



   "Jesus fuck!..." Phoebe's father exclaimed with joy.



   Lost in pleasure, Lester huffed and puffed as the waves of pleasure
engulfed him.  Still gazing up, eyes rolling, his fingers nevertheless
sought every part of his daughter's slender body under her dress: her cunt,
her anus, the firmness of her fresh young belly, and the small mounds of
her undeveloped breasts.  As Phoebe licked and sucked, her father felt for
the wet crack between her legs and its delicate folds, the tight hole
behind, and ran his hand up and down her tummy, pausing sometimes to pinch
her pretty dark hard young nipples.



   Nearing climax, Lester turned his body slightly to one side.  It
provided a better angle with which to ejaculate.  Phoebe, sensing from
experience that her father was about to explode, focused her sucking around
the tip of his penis.  "Oh, honey!....  baby juice....." was all he could
get out before pleading, "Let me, sweetie, let...me..."



   Phoebe understood.  She let go of her father's swollen dick and allowed
him to take over.  Keeping her face close, she opened her mouth as wide as
possible.  Moments later, pumping himself urgently, Lester grimaced, cried
out and then erupted in climax.  Powerful hot spurts of semen streamed into
Phoebe's pretty mouth, some of it dribbling down her chin.  "Oh!...  Jesus,
God, fuck!" he bellowed, and spurt after hot spurt of his cum left his body
for his daughter's mouth and face.  After he finished, Phoebe was still
swallowing the creamy fluid, licking around her mouth for as much of it as
she could get.



   When he was done coming, and Phoebe was done drinking her father's
fluid, he took her into his arms and caressed her.  He whispered words and
love and appreciation into her ear, and she held on tightly.



   Todd Southern, up in apartment 12, couldn't hear what Lester was
whispering to his daughter after she had skillfully sucked him off.  But he
hadn't missed anything else, and, with mouth gaping and a look of
astonishment, was pleased that he'd had the presence of mind to record what
he'd just witnessed on his monitor.



   "Jesus!" he exclaimed to himself.  Then a smile came to his mouth.



   "Oh, I'm SO glad you two came to live in MY building," he mumbled dryly,
adding, "but what to do...?"



   ** SIX **



   On that first night, after Phoebe blew he father's load, Todd got to see
her in all her beautiful naked glory.  She showered before going to bed,
and Todd drooled over her exquisite young body, lean, perfectly
proportioned, her pussy -- merely a fine slit, not yet adorned by even fine
dark pubic hairs, as far as Todd could see on the monitor.  Her ass was a
miracle of creation, and legs a perfect shape for a girl approaching
teenage.



   Todd was mesmerized by the girl, her lovely body, beautiful face, and by
her serious demeanor.  Feeling overwhelmed by the need to see her in
person, the next day he waited until she and her father left for the
elevator, then raced down to join them.  Seeing her up close made his heart
race; the scent of her body, her beautiful face, and dark, sensuous eyes.
Lester took no notice of him in the elevator, but Phoebe looked directly at
him, taking him in.  Todd felt cold.  Those dark lovely eyes, piercing --
disturbing in a girl so young -- but so penetrating.



   Todd thought about what her father was doing to the girl.  Phoebe's
somber detached behavior had to be a result of the things he forced her to
do.  He knew the girl was being molested, and even for time thought he
should do something about it.  But go to the authorities?  Admit he had in
place a highly illegal surveillance system?  He'd be in big trouble.  So he
decided to just observe them, and, he had to admit to himself, enjoy what
he saw.



   Over the next week and a half Todd became emersed in the comings and
goings of Lester Balmer and his daughter Phoebe in apartment 8.  Their
daily pattern became fairly predictable to him: Lester would be away
working days until around seven, while Phoebe, attending a private school,
would be back each day around 4.30.  The girl would dutifully wait for her
father after that.  This was a time Todd liked, because then Phoebe would
most usually use the bathroom, or change her clothes, although she rarely
varied her clothing from a dark, austere style.  And her manner, as always,
remained cool, solemn almost, until her father came home.



   The extent of the incest between Phoebe and her father was
extraordinary. They would shower together, sleep together, and Lester
enjoyed his young daughter's body to the fullest extent possible. 
Following intimate and prolonged washing, Phoebe would sprawl passively on
the bed while her father licked every part of her body, not just her pussy
and titties, but up the crack of her cute butt, lapping on the rim of her
anus, sucking on it, probing it with his tongue.  And Phoebe was no less
attentive to her father.  She never tired of sucking off his wad, and had
no qualms returning the favor to her father and licking at his anus.  He
would moan and groan in pleasure, and she would kiss and snuggle into him,
often calling him "daddy".  Only during their intimacies did she behavein a
child-like way.  It was obvious her father was aroused by it.



   But the biggest mind-blowing moment for Todd was when Lester plugged his
daughter straight up the pussy, filling her to his balls, and even shooting
off inside her.  Lester's dick wasn't huge, which was just as well because,
Todd figured, Phoebe's twat had to be oh so tight, being not yet even in
her teens.  But Phoebe was no virgin, that was for sure.  There was no
bleeding when her father fucked her.  And she was obviously used to it --
seemed to like it -- judging from the way she'd hold on to him and whimper
from the sensation of swollen dick between her legs.  And, Todd noticed,
Lester mounted his beautiful daughter slowly and with considerable
tenderness.  He didn't fuck her every day, but when he did, he would gently
probe her cunt with his fingers and slowly ease his swollen cock into her
fine crack, penetrating her slowly and carefully as she hung on to him
tenderly and wrapped her thin elegant legs around his middle.



   "Daddy!...  Daddy!...  Put your juice in my baby hole ...I like your
juice in my baby hole," Todd thought he heard Phoebe say to her father
while he gently moved in and out of her.  And sometimes he did, and
sometimes he came on her flat young belly, and sometimes he jacked off on
her face, but he always emptied his load in or on her.  Phoebe didn't seem
to mind how or where her dad emptied his cum; but, judging from the way she
drank his fluid when he chose to ejaculate in or around her mouth, she
liked the taste of her old dad's sperm.  Todd was impressed.  "I gotta
admit, Lester," he would often say while watching him screw his daughter,
"you certainly taught that baby how to take cock."



   Todd became so obsessed by the pair he began to neglect his spying on
the others in the building.  Only Casey remained a priority for him; she
hadn't been doing much fucking at home recently, but just watching her
dump, play with her cunt at night, and change tampons was enough to please
him.  He still would have loved to fuck her.  But increasingly pretty young
Phoebe -- twelve years old, expert cock sucker, her pussy well and truly
introduced to throbbing hard dick, and all round amiable young girl fuck
feast -- became the object of his fantasies.



   ** SEVEN **



   "Hey Nina, can I ask you something?" It was a few day's later, another
"Nina Night".



   The expensive prostitute glanced up at Todd, briefly distracted from the
task of sucking his dick.



   "Mmm...?" she mumbled, her mouth still gorging on Todd's swollen
throbbing boner.



   Todd, on his back on the bed, sprawled out while his high-class rent-a-
fuck serviced him orally, sighed deeply before going on.



   "When you were twelve years old, were you horny?" Todd asked, then went
on, "I mean, did you think a lot about having a guy's cock inside you?  Do
you think you would have been juicy enough if some guy had mounted your
twat not to hurt?  Did you ever think about screwing your old man, or
wonder what his cum smelled and tasted like?"



   Nina stopped sucking cock.  "So, where's this coming from?" she asked,
her tone serious.



   "I bet you were real cute when you were twelve," Todd said.  "Did you
have tits?  How old were you before you got hair around your cunt?"



   "So, are you turning into a pedo pervert now Todd?" Nina replied with a
frown.



   "I'm just askin'" Todd said, thrusting up to to rub his erect dick
against Nina's face.



   "I don't like the questions.  Why don't you just relax and let me make
you feel good," Nina said, her voice conciliatory.



   "Hey, if I'm paying for your pussy, that includes some conversation, you
tramp!" Todd said, becoming indignant.



   Nina sighed deeply, angrily.  "Yeah, well I WAS real cute at that age,"
Nina snapped back.  "I couldn't fuck my dad 'cause he had fucked off
somewhere, but my uncle was around and his fingers were always feeling me
up to see how my boobies were coming along and how long those fine little
hairs around my clit were; and his big dick actually hurt quite a lot,
thanks very much, when he shoved it up my pussy just after my thirteenth
birthday, 'cause I was as dry as hell but he didn't care, specially after
my cherry blood made it a bit easier for him to hump his dick into me......
Now do you want me to suck your dick or WHAT!?"



   Nina's outburst made Todd angry.  "Got a better idea, you snappy cunt,"
he said, forcing her on her knees so he could take her from behind.  He
went straight for her anus.



   "Oh, shit, Todd.  I'm already sore up there ...." Nina protested.  But
Todd had already forced the knob of his prick past her sphincter and was
heading deeper.  Once up her rectum as far as he could go, and despite
Nina's pleas, Todd began thrusting, holding her steady, growling in to her
ear with clenched teeth, "Maybe this is how your pussy felt when you was
twelve, bitch.  I've got this image of you as a kid, and I'm fucking your
cunt, your tight, hurting cunt hole, and now..  and now...  I'm....  I'm
....  Oh!...."



   Fortunately for Nina's hurting unlubricated rectum, Todd climaxed up her
comparatively quickly.  He made no allowance for her pain, thrusting
deeply, spurting powerfully up her back passage.  After he finished, Todd
stood up.  "Yeah," he said panting, "I think I would have liked your pussy
at twelve."



   Nina climbed off the bed.  She dressed quickly.  "I've never seen you
like this, Todd.  You hurt me.  I think I'm bleeding up the ass a little.
What happened to the nice Toddy I used to know?  What's going on with you?"



   Todd shrugged.  "I thought you were my pay-for-play lady?" he said,
looking sheepish.



   "Get yourself another fucken lady to play with?" she snapped, heading
for the door, taking the money on the table with her.



   For a few moments Todd felt bad about what he had done to Nina.  Then he
forgot about it and when to his surveillance room.  Just like always these
days, he brought up the cameras and microphones in 8.



   ** EIGHT **



   He hadn't intended to go the next step, but a few days later, two weeks
after Phoebe and her father moved into the building, circumstances seemed
to conspire to compel Todd to take risks he once would neverhave taken.



   It happened one Friday afternoon, around 4 pm.  Todd was hurrying back
to his apartment.  He knew Phoebe usually arrived home around then from
school.  Her father was always late on Fridays, usually coming home at 8 pm
or so.  That allowed him to observe Phoebe for several hours alone. 
Usually she'd piss or take a dump, or maybe take a shower.  Often, while
waiting for her father, she'd lie naked on the bed and masturbate gently.
That was the best for Todd.  She looked so beautiful, legs apart, her
lovely small fingers stroking the folds of her sweet little pussy, or
gently caressing the mound of her lovely clitoris.  And, as always, she
would moan, "Daddy....  Daddy..." until she came.  Todd would watch
silently, spellbound by her beauty, and the sexy way she'd pleasure
herself.



   But this day he was late.  And, as he entered the building and jumped
into the elevator, he was startled to find Phoebe already in there.  Maybe
it was just that she looked so cute that day -- if cute could be used to
describe such a dark, serious girl.  Maybe it was just that she smelled so
good to Todd as he stood next to her -- a kind of young girl smell combined
with a fragrance of sex.  May it was just the sight of her small, lovely
hands -- those fingers which played so often with her own cunt, and gripped
so lovingly and expertly around her father's swollen dick until she made
him spurt over the face and body.  Or maybe it was just the sight of her
sweet small mouth, those lovely soft lips which Todd had often seen open to
receive and fellate her dad to a powerful and exquisite orgasm.  How Todd
longed for that mouth; to feel those soft moist lips encircle and suck on
his own cock.



   But in the end it was something as minor as an extended delay near the
end of the elevator ride, as it approached Phoebe's floor, which tipped
Todd over the line.  He turned to her:



   "I know what you do with your Father," he said, his voice shaky.  "The
things he makes you do.  The way he uses your body for sex.  I know
EVERYTHING about you and your Father."



   He heard the words come out of his own mouth, but yet still couldn't
believe he actually said them.



   Phoebe looked at Todd almost with no change to her expression.



   "Who are you," she asked softly.  "Are you wanting to hurt my Father? 
Are you one of THOSE police back home?"



   Todd looked confused.  He didn't understand her.  "No," he told her,
shaking his head.  "I own this building -- oh, I know I don't look like I
do, but I do."



   "What do you want?" she asked.  At that point the lift opened at her
floor.



   "I live in apartment 12 -- the penthouse one on top," Todd said.  "Come
up and see me sometime, and I'll tell you."



   The lift opened at Phoebe's floor.  And then it closed again.  Phoebe
remained in the lift.  "Can we talk now?" she asked.  "My Father won't be
home tonight until after eight o'clock."



   Todd smiled.  "I know," he said.  "I know everything." Suddenly feeling
more confident, despite the huge risk he had taken, he looked at Phoebe
full on.  Through her dress he could make out the slight bumps of her tiny
but adorably cute little boobs.



   "Yeah, now would be fine," he said with a smile.  Suddenly he felt
impossibly horny.



   ***



   They entered Todd's apartment.  He flopped down into a large leather
chair.  Phoebe remained standing facing him -- very solemn, legs tight
together, hands down her sides, her face expressionless.  She shook her
head, allowing her lovely long dark hair to fall straight down her back.



   "You're a cool little cunt, I'll give you that," Todd said to the
serious young girl standing before him.  "Being Daddy's personal cum soak
made you all grow'd up!" he added, his tone mocking her.  "How old ARE you,
exactly?" he asked.



   "I'm thirteen in two months," she told him.



   "Mmmm..!" grumbled Todd, his voice low, lustful, intentionally menacing.
He was never confident around girls, but in this situation he felt powerful
and dangerous.  He felt his dick tingling, but more than that, he just felt
good hitting on this girl.  She was damaged goods, violated property.  If
her daddy could use her to wipe his dick, why couldn't he?



   "Why do you say those things about my Father and me?" Phoebe asked.



   Todd told her.  He didn't go into details about his system, but covered
all the main points about what she and her father did together, and what
she did when alone.  "Oh daddy!....  Oh daddy! ....Oh daddy!..." Todd said
in a girly voice, rubbing at his crutch, mimicking Phoebe's masturbation.
Phoebe never flinched.  Todd was waiting for the girl to cringe, to cry, or
to fall into a heap.  But she never did.  She just looked at him.



   "You know what I REALLY like?" Todd said, looking hard at her.  "When
you're doing poop on the toilet.  The way you stay so rigid and proper
while your cute little bottom drops those nicely girly turds into the bowl.
Of course I can't really see the poop come out of your ass hole, but.... 
well gee I'd just REALLY love to." Todd paused, then added, "And when you
wipe your ass with that pretty dainty little hand of yours, I just about
cream my jocks!"



   Todd laughed, but Phoebe never said a word.  Suddenly he became serious:
"You know, one word from me and your dad will go to goal.  I guess you'll
be sent to a foster home or somethin'.  Your daddy will be jerking off his
own wad for years and years in the slammer.  A real shame, don't you
think?"



   "You can see me on the toilet?" was all she said.



   "On the poop bowl, washing your cute little pussy in the shower, in your
bedroom -- little fingers working away at your clitty -- everywhere, and
especially in dad's bed.  I love the way you wake him up in the morning --
slipping under the sheets to suck his prick.  Mmmm ...  your soft moist
little mouth makes the best wake-up call I know," Todd said with a chuckle.



   "Are you...  going to tell anyone?" Phoebe asked, her voice just barely
controlled.  For the first time she looked just a little worried.



   "Don't have to, don't want to."



   "What ...  do you want?" Phoebe asked.



   Todd grinned.  "Come here, you cute little cock sucker, and I'll show
you."



   ** NINE **



   Afterwards, when the arrangement between them had been sorted out, Todd
was amazed at how easy it had been to take Phoebe.  The way she stood next
to him while he felt up underneath her expensive dark dress; how she
remained impassive as he felt the coolness of her inner thighs, before
feeling her crotch, the warmth and faint moistness of her little panties as
she felt for the contour of the crack of her young pussy; and how, after he
slipped his fingers under her panties to explore her delicate silky folds,
small but hard little clitoris, and tight opening, she looked at him as if
relieved to discover that all he wanted to do was to play with her body.



   "You are beautiful," Todd mumbled as Phoebe's panties fell to her
ankles. He let his hands feel the firmness of her flat belly, before
finding the budding mounds of her undeveloped breasts as he lifted up her
dress Pinching her dark nipples he noticed her wince a little.



   "I'm...sore there," she murmured.



   Todd grinned.  "Yeah, well of course.  You're just a kid, and they're
just beginning to swell, aren't they?  -- Jesus you smell good!" he added,
lightly kissing her nipples.  Then he kissed down to her groin.  Several
times he kissed and licked her slit, and pressed his nose into her.



   "Is...  this what you want?" Phoebe had asked looking down.



   "Yeah, everything you do for daddy, you'll do for me, OK?  You won't
tell your dad, and I won't tell anyone about you and your dad, OK?"



   Phoebe hesitated.  As she looked down at Todd, her dark eyes pensive but
steady on him, he ran his fingers down the slit of her largely smooth cunt,
feeling behind until he reached the opening of her anus.  Inserting a
forefinger in to feel the tightness of her sphincter he noticed her twitch
a little in response to the intrusion.  He smiled crookedly at her, as if
to say that her rear hole would be his to play with as well.  Todd had
never seen Phoebe's father poke his dick up her ass, although he certainly
licked her there sometimes.  Maybe he'd hadn't popped her anal cherry, so
to speak, Todd thought to himself as he felt the exquisite tautness of her
pooping chute.



   "Well, kid, are you going be my little fuck play mate, or should I send
a interesting file that I have of you and your old dad playing hump hump to
the cops?" Todd had said.



   Phoebe nodded, slowly, almost calmly given the situation, her eyes
holding his.



   Feeling so powerful now -- a feeling he'd never really felt before
during sex -- Todd sat back and unzipped his pants.  "Great," he said,
"then get your cute little lips around this and see what you can do." Out
flopped Todd's fully engorged cock into his hand.  He pointed it at her
face, and gestured with his eyes for her to do it.  Phoebe kneeled slowly
and then took Todd's dick gently in her lovely small hands.  "Ah!..." Todd
moaned, throwing his head back as he felt Phoebe's lips softly kiss around
the tip of his swollen erection.  Then she sucked him, just as expertly and
sensuously as she usually fellated her father, and Todd closed his eyes
enjoying for the first time, the delicate warmth and wetness of a young
girl's mouth.  He heard a smacking sound her mouth made when she sucked
long and hard, and then finally released his dick from her lips, only to
repeat the technique over and over.



   "Ohhhh....  you are a sweet cock sucker, you cute little cunt," Todd
moaned in pleasure and without denigration in his voice.  "Suck, you kiddy
whore.  Suck!" he said several times, engrossed in complete satisfaction.



   Phoebe's stimulation was so effective, Todd felt himself coming.  But
when he bucked violently in a pre-cum heightened state he felt Phoebe's
skilful fingers gently pull forward his foreskin over the knob of his
prick. Suddenly the urge to ejaculate dissipated.  Her dad must have taught
her that, he thought.  Fucking amazing!



   Phoebe resumed sucking Todd's cock.  But he had other plans.  "C'm
here," he said, pulling her toward him.  He parted her legs, fingered her
cunt crack a few times -- she was moist enough, he figured -- and then got
her to straddle him as he sat in the chair.  As he rubbed her crack with
his throbbing wad, he looked at her.  "What do you like to call this?" he
asked, his voice labored from arousal: "Cunt, pussy, twat, beaver,
snatch....  What?" As he spoke he took her dainty hand and pressed her
fingers into her own pussy.



   The twelve-year-old looked impassively at him.  "That's my baby hole,"
she said, her voice low, barely audible.



   "Baby hole?" Todd said, amused.  It occurred to him that Phoebe never
used crude language; it was an aspect of her reserved personality.  Even
so, the way she said it turned him on.



   "From where I'm going to give my Father a baby one day," she went on..



   "You're a fuck up cunt of a kid," Todd told her with a sneer.  Then he
lowered her fine slit down onto his swollen dick.  Finding the lips of her
delicate vagina, he pressed down.  "Arg!" Phoebe cried as Todd entered her
-- a rare sound of anguish from the reserved young girl.  "You're... 
You're bigger than daddy.." she muttered, the sensation of Todd's
substantial organ parting the walls of her tight sex a shock to her.  He
pressed down on her to fill her as deeply as possible.  As Phoebe steadied
herself by gripping Todd's arms, she heard him say, "Well, now your baby
hole is taking my wad."



   Todd tried to make it last as long as possible.  But he was so aroused,
her young cunt so tight and gripping around his dick, he didn't thrust up
into her for very long before the need for relief, the need to fill her
pussy with his cum, was so strong he just gave in, exploded, and splashed
his load inside her.  His final grunts and thrusts were so powerful, it
must have hurt her.  But he wasn't caring.  When he finished grimacing and
crying out, he looked down to see semen everywhere around their groins. 
Some had stayed inside her, but a lot had oozed out, smearing her twat and
staining his pubic hair.  She looked down too at the soggy sexual mess, his
softening dick still partially in her cunt.



   Nothing was said for a minute or two while they recovered.  When Phoebe
finally climbed off Todd -- her cunt smeared with his drying smelly semen
-- she finally spoke:



   "Can I go now?" she asked.



   "Yeah," he replied.  "I'll call you when I want you.  I know when you're
alone.  You know our bargain, right?"



   Phoebe nodded solemnly.  She went to pick up her panties from the floor.
"No, leave those," he commanded.  "They're mine now." She looked at him,
but obeyed.  Disheveled but composed, she left Todd's apartment.



   Knowing Phoebe had left with a cummy cunt and no panties pleased Todd
mightily.  He picked up her panties, and then sat back in the chair. 
Sniffing her panties, breathing in the delightful pissy-pussy smell, Todd
reflected on the momentous event that had just taken place.  Examining her
panties he saw a faint a brown stain.  He sniffed it -- a shit smear -- and
smiled.  What he did to her today was just the beginning.  He'd make her do
stuff even her daddy wouldn't make her do.  And that would include her
tight smelly hole which caused this cute brown smear on her panties.



   Todd looked at his watch.  Pretty Casey Mathews might be home by now, he
realized, dropping turds, washing her pussy, or playing with her clitty
knob.  He went to his system room.  He was in luck.  He just caught her on
the toilet, wiping her poopy ass in that sexy way that always pleased him.
He enjoyed watching her; but his thoughts seldom left Phoebe Balmer.



   ** TEN **



   From that point on, Todd Southern felt like a new man.  He couldn't
believe how good he felt.  There was a new spring in his step.  He went out
the next day and bought some new clothes.  He treated himself to an
expensive lunch.  He felt and acted confidently and in control of himself,
like never before.



   Now Todd knew how it felt to be a winner.  That's what his victory over
Phoebe was, a win.  Not just over the twelve-year-old -- beautiful, spooky,
cool cutie that she was, fucked damaged goods though she may also have been
-- but over himself as well.  It had taken balls to confront her like he
did; balls to blackmail her into being his kid sex slave; and balls to
shove his dick into her mouth, and then fuck her up the cunt leaving her
panty-less and cummy as she left.  Sure it was risky, but it was worth it.
And she would do what he wanted, he knew that.  She couldn't say no.  If
she told Lester, he'd know he was in big trouble.  And if she told the
police she knew they'd find out everything about what her father had been
doing to her.  She spread her legs for Lester, and was used to it.  Now
she'd spread them for Todd.  It was perfect.



   What also haunted Todd in the days that followed was how delicious
Phoebe's young body was.  The smell and smoothness and delicate feel of her
of her cunt; the taste of her little titties; the aroma of her youth and
beauty -- now he understood the pedo thing with young girls.  Before, he'd
been happy enough peeping at the pretty women in the building -- pooping,
peeing, wacking off, and getting fucked -- and humping Nina Fould's wet
hairy cunt hole each week.  But now, though he'd enjoy watching pretties
like Casey Mathews, nothing could compare with the pleasure of doing a
twelve-year-old like the cum soak Phoebe Balmer.



   **



   For a couple of days Todd left Phoebe alone, observing her closely but
not calling her.  He wanted to see if she could handle the situation.  The
answer came quickly: after being fucked in the mouth and juiced up the twat
by Todd, Phoebe, not long after showering, greeted her father warmly when
he arrived home and, a short time later, went to bed with him, cuddling and
caressing with him naked under the sheets, giving each other oral for a
time before Phoebe blew her daddy's wad off.  Todd, watching them on the
monitor, though the bedroom light was dim, noticed no change to Phoebe's
manner: she was her usual calm deliberate self.  There was no sign that she
might spill the beans to Lester about Todd.



   "You may be nothing but a used dick-wipe, kiddo," Todd muttered to
himself as he watched the screen, "but now you're MY dick-wipe too."
Pleased with himself, he added, "Now you're a two-cock kiddy-cunt, babe."



   During the late afternoon of the next day -- the time of day when Phoebe
was alone before her father came home -- Todd wanted to call her, but chose
instead to just watch her.  He noticed the weirdest thing: after arriving
home, Phoebe undressed and, while naked, stretched provocatively in the
bathroom.  Then she looked up at the small white- colored circular fitting
in the ceiling -- Todd's concealed cam and microphone -- and smiled.  "Cute
little cunt," Todd mumbled to himself, realizing she had guessed what it
was.  But what she did next astonished him.  Half-standing over the toilet
with legs parted she pissed into the bowl, her piss splashing noisily as it
hit the water.  Then she turned and, with her butt poised intentionally,
secreted a long thin turd until it too dropped and splashed into the pissy
pool below.  It was all done in a way to afford Todd the best view possible
of her doing poop and pee.  By the time she carefully wiped her small tight
ass hole, Todd was watching with mouth open and dick swollen but
uncomfortably bent in his pants.



   Todd unzipped and let his dick out, planning a quick wack to relieve the
pressure.  For a moment he thought about calling her to come up and suck
his load off.  But he changed his mind when Phoebe left the bathroom for
her bed.  He was happy to watch as she sprawled out on the bed and caressed
the clit and folds of her gorgeous cunt.



   As Phoebe's worked her pussy with her fingers, Todd began to stroke the
tip of his aching hard cock.  She was moaning for her daddy, as usual, and
Todd, watching, was building up to a climax, when his telephone rang:



   "Yeah?" he said, his tone abrupt.



   "Todd?  It's Nina Foulds.  Listen, sorry I got bitchy with you the other
day.  You're right: you pay, so whatever you say, OK?  Shall I come over as
usual?"



   There was a pause.  "Don't think so," Todd said curtly, the phone in one
hand, his dick in the other, and his eyes firmly on Phoebe sweetly
masturbating on the bed.



   "Why not?  You got another girl?"



   "Could say that."



   "Is she ...  younger?" Nina's voice conveyed clear disdain.



   Todd chuckled.  "Oh, just a bit," he replied, his voice affected and
haughty in tone.  Then he hung up.



   Suddenly Phoebe's position on the bed had changed.  Now she was face
down, a small silky toy-tiger bed-pillow wedged between her legs.  She was
humping the tiger, rubbing her cunt into it, moaning and groaning, and
saying, "Oh Todd..  It feels so big in me ...  Oh Todd...  so big..."



   Todd blinked, his mouth gaping open in astonishment.  Phoebe achieved
orgasm a couple of minutes later.  Even before she finished and curled up
for a sleep, Todd had already spurt several times down to the floor below
him.



   ** ELEVEN **



   Six weeks Later......



   He started by kissing softly her small pretty mouth, before kissing her
deeply, exploring her tongue and mouth with his tongue, sucking on her
tongue, immersing himself in her flavors.  And she kissed him back,
pressing her young mouth into his, exploring his mouth with her tongue.



   As usual, Todd kissed down to Phoebe's flat firm belly -- sucking
lovingly on both her small pretty nipples while she affectionately stroked
his head -- before sucking briefly on her belly button, knowing she liked
it, and finally pushing his face into the aromatic freshness of her moist
smooth groin.  Gorging on her delicate folds and small hard clitoris, Todd
worked the almost thirteen-year-old's pussy skillfully with his tongue and
mouth, licking lightly and sucking forcefully the way she liked him to,
until she climaxed -- a gush of her warm delicious lubricant the sign, as
was her charming squeal, to Todd that he'd made her cum.  As usual, and
just the way he liked it, Phoebe reached for Todd's prick, encircled it
with her mouth, sucked sensuously and lovingly on it until he surged with a
powerful urgent erection; after which, she parted her thighs and guided the
heavy thick organ to the engorged moist lips of her cunt and happily
allowed him to impale her, whimpering and groaning, in just the way she
knew he liked it, as her youthful sheath stretched to accommodate his
thrusts into her.  As she wrapped her legs around him, gripping tighter
every time his thrusts reached the fullest penetration into her tight
opening, she felt him time and time again come close to orgasm.  Then he'd
hold back until he couldn't stand it any more and, in a young man's
desperate need for relief, then withdraw from her juicy twat -- spraying
sperm even while withdrawing -- and then spurt the bulk of his creamy
ejaculate over her lovely firm belly, or into her open eager mouth.



   "Ahhh....  Ohhhhh...." Todd cried, his face contorted in pleasure, as
Phoebe placed her small elegant hands on his flushed sweaty face as he
groaned and moaned through the release and ecstacy of his orgasm. 
Afterwards, as usual, he pressed his face into her small developing
breasts, rubbing his face against her nipples and then suck on them until
he recovered from the explosion.  And, as he did so, she'd hold on to him
tightly and affectionately, until he fell asleep.



   It was around 6.30 in the afternoon -- a typical time of the day for
Todd and Phoebe to be making love.  Lester, her father, was working longer
hours.  Often he wouldn't arrive home until well after eight o'clock. 
Between 4.30pm and 7.00pm on most days, but not all, Phoebe would
surreptitiously slip up to Todd's apartment and they'd love and fuck
energetically, sleep a while, and then shower before Phoebe left to make
some kind of supper for her dad.  And before Phoebe would go, Todd would
hug and hold her passionately, and she him.



   **



   It was so different, six weeks earlier.



   "Drop your clothes, sexy," Todd told her coldly that second time she
came to him to do his bidding.



   He was sitting, playing with a long-blade knife with a thin black
handle. Phoebe looked at it.



   "Nice knife," she said, undressing.



   "Oh this?  Yeah, I bought it at a military shop.  Dude said it was an
assassin's knife from Russia.  Wonder if anyone famous was murdered by it?"
he said with a laugh, adding, "I just use it as a letter opener."



   Todd put the knife down, and focused on Phoebe.  No good being too
friendly with her, he thought.  She's a cunt, to be used as a cunt, best
treated as a cunt, he reminded himself.



   "Watched you last night," he said as she stripped before him.  "You
cock- tease -- pissing so I could see, and dropping your pretty shit into
the crapper." A smile of pleasure formed on his mouth.



   "I thought you wanted to see me on the toilet," she replied, now naked
but unabashed, keeping a firm eye on him.



   "Oh, yeah, it was nice.  And humping your toy tiger, that was nice too,"
he said with a grin.  "It's just that you're such a slut, turning me on
like that -- I ought to fuck you up that tight ass hole of yours just to
punish you!"



   Todd felt so aroused and powerful talking like that to her.  But if he
expected her to cringe, he was mistaken.  Instead, she turned, bent half-
over, parted the cheeks of her small butt with her hands, and exposed the
opening of her anus to him.  "I have to do what you want, Todd," she said.
"Anything so you won't tell on my Father." But there was no fear in her
voice, just a subtle defiance bordering on mockery.



   "Just so you know that you're nothing to me but a juicy kiddy cunt hole
on legs -- a piss-spurting, shit-dropping, cunt-oozing, cum soak with cute
titties, and a pretty little mouth to suck cock," he said sneering at her.



   "OK," she said shrugging, the humiliating description having no effect
on her.



   "C'm here," he ordered.



   She moved backwards, still showing her anus to him.  When close enough,
Todd pushed his face into her ass, smelling the scent of her rectum,
pressing his nose into her tight dark anal opening.  "Mmmm...  that smells
good...  Oh Jesus..." he exclaimed, sniffing her butt fragrance repeatedly.



   "Are you going to push your big...thing up there?" she asked.



   Todd didn't say anything, but slowly pushed his forefinger into her
rectum.  He heard Phoebe tighten and suck in air, and he loved it.  He also
loved fingering her ass hole.  He could feel the tension of her sphincter;
she seemed to tighten and relax her muscles around his finger.



   He pushed his finger deeper up her rectum, until she whimpered.  "Next
time you come home from school and have to shit, I want you to come up here
and do it in front of me.  Got that?" Todd said.



   "OK," she murmured passively.



   "Then I'll push my finger up your shitty poop hole," Todd added with a
laugh.  Phoebe didn't say anything.



   His dick hard and throbbing, the need for relief consuming him, Todd
stood and took hold of Phoebe.  His fingers went everywhere over the naked
beautiful girl -- pinching her nipples, and feeling the moist crack of her
cunt.  "Take it out," he commanded.  He looked into her eyes as her fingers
felt down to let down his jeans.  He felt so powerful over the girl, though
she held his gaze calmly.  Her hands around his swelling cock, he pushed
her head down until he felt her small warm mouth receive him.  She sucked
him at first.  Then he thrust into her mouth, mouth-fucking her, even
enjoying the sensation of her teeth against the shaft of his erect prick.



   He fucked her hard in the mouth, grunting words of humiliation to her as
he did so: "That's good, you cock-sucking cum-wipe, keeping sucking me just
like that." Phoebe never flinched or protested, merely moaned in reply. 
Finally Todd withdrew and, while rubbing his dick into her face, said,
"Time for pussy." Quickly he had her on her back and filled her tight young
sex.



   "Ahh..." he groaned upon entering her.  Hard were his thrusts into her,
the tightness and snugness of her smooth vagina extraordinary by comparison
with the wet gaping slackness of Nina's well-used hairy snatch that he was
used to.



   He came quickly, but not inside her.  Just before cumming, he withdrew
and ordered Phoebe to lick his dick knob as he pumped his own shaft.  The
fact that it was coated with her own sexual flavor didn't prevent her from
complying.  'Oooohh!..." Todd cried out grimacing as spurts of his semen
splashed around Phoebe's mouth.  Her little tongue continued to lick around
his glans, despite the sticky hot cum landing on her face.  Todd stopped
pumping and ejaculating, and looked down at beautiful Phoebe's cummy mouth.



   "Not bad, baby," he said with a grin, his breath labored.  Then he used
his softening dick to push the cum on her face into her mouth.  She opened
her mouth to receive the semen without complaint.  "How does my cum taste
by comparison to your daddy's?" he asked.



   "His is stickier," she replied, her dark eyes looking straight up at
him.



   Todd chuckled.  "You are something else," he said, his amazement
genuine. "Next time, I'm gonna give it to you up the ass -- just so you
know."



   "Ouch!" Phoebe said, feigning fear.  There was mockery on her face.



   "Cunt," Todd grumbled.



   ***



   For the first week or two, coldness and humiliation characterized how
Todd treated Phoebe.  She would arrive, strip and he'd treat her like a
piece of meat, fondling and probing her, fucking her in the mouth or pussy,
and once or twice up the rectum, before sending her back to her apartment.
She never protested or complained.  At night he'd watch Phoebe and her
father on his monitors, waiting for them to engage in incest.  Even though
she knew Todd was secretly watching, it didn't seem to bother her.  Even
when Todd taunted her about how good she was at sucking her father off, or
spreading her pussy for him to mount her, she remained cool, shrugging
indifferently.



   The change occurred at the end of the second week.  She arrived around
4pm, as usual.  As she undressed, as she always did just after arriving,
Todd said, "I think I'll jack off in your mouth today." He took his dick
out pointed it at her provocatively.  "Let's start with you on your knees,
kiddo, and my dick all the way down your throat." Phoebe obliged, grasping
his erection with both hands, kissing the knob lightly and affectionately,
and licking delicately around the the rim.



   "I really like your hard thing," Phoebe said between soft kisses.  "It's
beautiful."



   "Uh?" Todd said, looking down.



   "I like your...  dick," she said, looking up.  "And I like you.  I
really enjoy coming up to see you.  I like the things you do to me.  It
feels good when you push it into my baby hole, and when I suck it.  I love
the smell of your spurts.  They're so hot, and so powerful.  I love it.  My
dad's spurts are nice, but you spurt so much more than he does -- everytime
-- and so hot.  I really love it."



   "Are you being cute, pussy?" Todd said eyeing her.  His prick was at
full arousal now, and Phoebe encircled the knob with her mouth and sucked
hard on it.  She let go of his organ with a sucking sound.



   "No, I'm just trying to tell you that I like you, and that I don't care
how you treat me if you enjoy it."



   "I..." Todd began, feeling confused.



   Phoebe stood up.  "You didn't have to make threats about my dad just to
make me come up and do stuff for you.  If you'd just asked me, I would have
done it."



   "Yeah, right!  Todd said scoffing.



   Phoebe placed her arms around Todd and hugged him.  "I mean it Todd.  I
really like you.  I think you're really sexy." Then she sat down on the
floor, and parted her legs to expose her pussy to him.  "OK?" she said,
beckoning him.



   Todd looked down.  Any aggression he felt a few minutes earlier had
gone. All he could focus on was Phoebe's gorgeous smooth cunt, gaping and
exposed before him.  He dived into her with his tongue, forcing it as
deeply into her warm, musky opening as he could.



   ** TWELVE **



   Things were quite different between Todd and Phoebe after that day.  Now
he greeted her when she arrived at his apartment late in the day.  She'd
strip for him provocatively; he'd still call her his "cunt hole" and "dick
wipe" but with affection, and she'd smile and rub her small tits into her
face and kiss his dick as if it was some kind of object worthy of worship.
Showering before fucking became an erotic prelude in itself; rubbing soap
into all their intimate places, feeling, probing, enjoying the soapy sex
play.  When, one day, in the shower, he said he said he had to take a piss,
she said, "Do your pee here," pointing to her chest.  He thought she was
joking, but she sat squat in the shower and beckoned him to piss on her. 
He did, loving the pleasure and relief of having his hot piss run off her
titties, down her belly, and along the crack of her cunt.  "Mmmm...  your
hot pee feels nice," she told him.  He couldn't believe it.  When she
offered to piss on him, though reluctant at first, he finally agreed, and
enjoyed the sensation of a young girl's warm urine run of is body.  Pissing
on each other became a regular part of their fun together.  And Phoebe was
also happy to do a poop in front of him whenever she needed to when they
were together.  He'd stand next to her while he dumped a load, fondling her
tits or cunt while she did it.  It was so much more fun for Todd than
watching an obscured image on a monitor.



   "You really don't mind me watching?" he asked.



   "It's really cool that you like to see my poo come out," she told him.



   They became very comfortable and relaxed with each other.  Phoebe
softened her cool manner just a little, just enough for Todd to feel that
he was seeing the real her.  Even so, there was always something a bit
distant about her, he thought.  And although they talked and shared secrets
about each other, there were two subjects Phoebe couldn't really be drawn
on: what had happened to her mom, and how her father had converted her into
his pleasure girl.  Todd tried to explore the subjects, but with little
success.  Her mom?  "She died," was all Phoebe would say.  Her dad getting
his rocks off with her?  "Father and I love each other very much," came the
usual reply.  That was it.



   So Todd let it go at that and was content, for the time being, to enjoy
what they had.  Often he had to remind himself that she was not quite
thirteen.  "Why are you such a bad girl?" he asked one time with a smirk as
he fingered deeply her tight moist little pussy.  As he probed the taut,
slippery walls of her young and still smooth cunt, and pulled back her fine
exquisite labial folds, she replied, "I'm not bad, just different, like
you." Todd laughed, softly kissed her wonderfully firm tummy, and then ran
his tongue down until the tip reached the petite hardness of her aroused
clitoris.  He licked her clit repeatedly -- just the way she liked it --
until she climaxed with her usual whimpering squeal, her fresh warm juices
oozing out into Todd's face.  As usual he made exaggerated gulping and
slurping sounds as he drank her juices, knowing she liked that.



   Several times a week Phoebe would visit him.  He would wait longingly
for her to arrive, and increasingly hated when she had to leave.  He felt
so good after each time with her.  Even in the short he'd known her, he
could see subtle changes to her young developing early-pubescent body:
slightly bigger mounds that formed her pretty little titties; a little more
rounding of her hips; fine, ever so fine and cute dark cunt-hairs,
especially around her gorgeous clitty bump.  It really blew his mind to be
screwing a young developing girl her age.



   But it was when they climaxed together -- usually as Todd deeply
penetrated her tight snug young pussy, her legs wrapped around him, moaning
to him to push his juices into her baby hole -- when he felt closest to
her. He would stay inside her, their soggy groins pressed together, and he
would stroke her beautiful long black hair while she snuggled into his
shoulder.  After sleep, she would dress -- her pussy still grimy from
fucking, his semen inside her -- kiss him and leave.



   **



   Eventually, when he thought he could trust her, Todd showed Phoebe his
surveillance system.  He was delighted that the stuff he saw amused and
titillated her as much as it did him.  Showing her selected highlights he'd
recorded -- people fucking, wacking off, pissing and crapping and so on --
she watched enthralled, and didn't mind when Todd fingered her pussy and
anus, and sucked her dark little nipples, at the same time.  Her favorite
bit was a tape of Casey Mathews leisurely caressing her clitoris and labia
while watching a Brad Pitt movie on TV -- especially when the attractive
young woman moaned in climax.  And, for some reason, watching young Daniel
Dysen in apartment 3 jerking off to the Britney Spears poster in the room
amused her.  She watched very closely to see how powerful the boy's spurts
were -- the longer he shot his semen, he more she liked it.  It was obvious
to Todd that Phoebe loved watching male ejaculation -- his, Daniel's, and
especially her father's.



   But she didn't ask to see, and Todd didn't offer to show her, any files
of her fucking with her father.  Todd sensed it wasn't a good idea, like
asking about her mother.



   But Todd's curiosity about what had in fact happened to Phoebe's mom got
the better of him.  After discreet enquiries with the management company
who leased his building, Todd did some on-line research.  He found some
newspaper coverage, dated just over a year earlier, in the city where
Phoebe and her father lived previously.  The information shocked him:
Phoebe's mother had been stabbed to death.  It was a major news story in
that city.  Phoebe, apparently, had been nearby when the crime occurred. 
Her father was questioned extensively over the matter, but no charges were
ever laid.  No one had ever been charged with the murder, although the case
was still open.



   That night, surreptitiously watching Phoebe and her father in bed, Todd
felt uneasy.  It was no longer arousing to him to observe Lester sexually
enjoying Phoebe, even though she seemed very willing to please him.  They
were making very intimate love.  Phoebe was on her back, legs spread for
her father.  He sucked her little titties forcefully, before eating her
cunt out hungrily.  That beautiful cunt, so smooth and tight and wonderful
to smell and lick.  Now it angered Todd to see Phoebe's own father enjoying
her, sticking his dick into her mouth, ejaculating down her throat or
inside her body.  A father shouldn't do that, even if Phoebe was very
turned-on sexually.  Maybe it was wrong, Todd thought, for him to be
screwing a girl her age.  But what Lester was doing was really sick - -
corrupting her, making her cold and remote, apart from when she was with
Todd.  Even worse, maybe Lester had had something to do with the death of
Phoebe's mother?  As he watched Lester grind his wad into the small pussy
of his lovely, spooky daughter, Todd felt growing hostility toward him.







   ** THIRTEEN **



   Todd's contempt for the situation between Phoebe and her father resulted
in the first serious tiff with his young lover.  They were on the floor,
naked, having fucked and played for well over an hour.  They were resting
after an intensive screw, Todd having filled her ass hole at length doggy
style, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass with each thrust,
holding off his climax as long as possible while Phoebe dug her nails into
his arm from the sustained penetration and stretching of her delicate
rectum by his huge engorged dick.  Finally she came -- so intensely she bit
sharply into his arm -- and he exploded his wad inside her butt with
shudderingly pleasurable spurts, cries and grimaces.



   Afterwards, they sat on the floor, still naked, eating order-in pizza.
Phoebe's father wouldn't be home for dinner; he was working late.



   "Is your ass sore?" he asked while they ate.  He felt a bit bad about
humping her butt so hard.



   "S'OK," she said, sitting gingerly.  "I know you love it."



   "Can you feel my cum?  Does it feel sticky?"



   "I can feel it going sticky and dry.  I think a bit has oozed out of my
hole."



   "Show me," he said, biting off pizza.



   Phoebe did show him, splaying the cheeks of her ass, exposing her anus
to him.



   "Can't see any cum, but your ass hole looks pink and pretty as usual,"
he said with a grin.



   "Would you like me to wipe my bottom with pizza and then eat it?" she
asked, her face serious.  He looked at her, wondering if she meant it. 
Then a devious smirk came to her mouth.  She hadn't.



   "I think I need to do a poo soon, though," she went on.  "Wanna watch?"



   "D'ya think I'll be able to see my spunk in your shit?" he asked. 
Phoebe merely shrugged, and they went on eating.



   It was then, and for no apparent reason, that Todd asked his question:
"Phoebe, how old were you when you and your dad did stuff, I mean fucking
around?"



   Phoebe's face, which had been relaxed, took on a serious manner.  It was
one of her all-the-shutters-are-up look that Todd knew very well.



   "Why?"



   "Like, did he make you, or tie you up, or something like that?"



   "No," she replied tersely.



   "Did it really hurt when he forced his dick into you?  Like, you must
have been real young, or did it only happen a few months ago...?"



   "Doesn't matter," she said, munching slowly on pizza, looking down,
avoiding Todd's eyes.



   "Yeah, it matters, like, he's your father, right?  Like, you know
sometime in the past he pushed his dick into your mom, shot his wad off
into her belly, and, lo, nine months later you pop out, and now, here he
is, screwing you, even though you came partly from his sperm..."



   "Todd!" Phoebe growled, glaring at him.



   "Well, it's true.  It's not decent, is it?"



   "And what about us, Todd?  Are we 'decent' -- you know how old I am?"



   Todd sighed.  "Yeah, I know.  But at least I'm not your old man -- and
you know how I feel about you?  At least how I dig you is natural, not like
your dad..."



   "So, what do you want?" she asked curtly.



   He took a deep breath.  "Tell your dad to stop screwing around with you.
It's not right.  I know your mom's dead, but if someone hadn't killed her,
do you think she'd allow your dad to get his dick into you..."



   Todd had gone too far.  Phoebe threw a piece of pizza at him.  He'd
never seen her so angry, but it was a cold angry, that spooky look she got
when she detached herself from where she was.  She didn't say a word, but
quickly dressed and headed for the door.  In a half-hearted way -- for he
felt truly angry about what Lester was doing to her -- Todd tried to
apologize as she left.  But it did no good.  Afterwards, he felt miserable.
He always ached for her when she wasn't with him; but tonight it was
unbearable.



   ** After that, Phoebe didn't come to Todd's apartment for several days.
He knew from his hidden cams when she was home alone.  But although he
telephoned her, she hung up.  He was in no position now to order her to
visit him; he'd lost that power over her some time ago.  Even worse, he
watched at night as Lester would often fondle and caress her, suck like a
baby on her titties, lick her out, and shoot his load off, either in or
over her.  She was so loving toward her dad while he fucked her -- they
were becoming more intimate, if anything -- it made Todd feel sick.  But he
had to watch; he couldn't help himself.



   But finally, after several days, she held the phone long enough for him
to grovel an apology, and within minutes she popped up to see him.  They
fucked furiously, Todd depositing his cum deeper into her than he ever had
before.  In a stupid kind of way he knew he was trying to beat Lester; his
cock was the biggest, and he could fill her tight pussy more deeply than
her father could.  Todd knew it was dumb to think like that, but when he
groaned and felt his spurts reach deep into her cunt, it felt so good --
some kind of revenge, anyway.  But it didn't take away his resentment that
Lester's dick filled Phoebe's pussy probably more often than did his; and
Lester's sperm probably swam inside her more often than his.







   ** FOURTEEN **



   At first things seemed normal again.  Phoebe would visit late afternoons
-- Todd waiting longingly for the sight of her inscrutably beautiful face,
the smell of her gorgeous young body, the feel of her soft delicate hands
and moist small mouth around his stiffening prick, and the incomparable
snugness of her young pussy as his engorged boner opened the smooth
slippery walls of her "baby hole" as she usually called it.  The screwing
became intense, especially for Todd, who would get lost in the emotion of
it all, particularly when he filled her cunt to the brim, her legs wrapped
around him, forcing his cock deep within her, until he shuddered and
erupted with cum inside her.



   But Todd was becoming uneasy.  While his infatuation for the enigmatic
Phoebe -- who would turn thirteen in a matter of weeks -- was growing, he
sensed that she was cooling over him.  Although she allowed him to screw
her any way he wanted, she stayed for shorter periods and seemed bored with
his performance.  To make matters worse, he'd often see her a short time
later on screen, fucking with her father, allowing him every liberty --
licking his anus, sucking his dick, swallowing his semen, even allowing him
to jack off on her face and in her beautiful dark shiny hair.  And all this
with unbounded affection and intimacy: "Oh daddy, I love you...  Mmm daddy,
I love to suck you ...  Oh daddy, deeper daddy, deeper...  Fill my baby
hole daddy!  Give me your baby juice daddy!  Oh!  Oh!....  Daaaaadddddy!"
When Phoebe gave a muffled squeal and moaned a long "Daaaaadddddy!" as she
climaxed, Todd would watch with a face like thunder.  She never moaned like
that with him any more; she didn't love him like that.  And when Phoebe and
her father cuddled together affectionately in bed after grinding into one
another and unleashing their juices, the intimacy between them was so
strong, Todd realized, that whatever she felt for him paled by comparison.



   Days passed and Todd grew more despondent as he watched them.  Then,
during one passionate love-making session, it all became too much for Todd.
Lester was between his daughter's legs, missionary position, thrusting into
her pussy, her legs tightly wrapped around him.  Todd, watching glumly,
could hear their moaning exchanges to orgasm:



   "Oh, baby, baby, I love you, I love to be inside you, honey baby, you're
so tight and beautiful, I just wanna cum inside you, I just wanna cum
inside you..."



   "Oooh, daddy, you feel so good, I love your hot sticky juice inside me,
I want it in my baby hole, I want to make a baby for you, daddy, give me a
baby, daddy, oh daddy..."



   It was just too much for Todd.  Lester grunted and humped his young
daughter harder and harder until a long, pathetic wail signalled the
unleashing of his sperm inside her.



   Even before Lester had finished spurting his ejaculate deep within
Phoebe's juicy youthful pussy, Todd had turned the monitor off.  He
couldn't watch it any more.



   **



   Todd was sitting at his surveillance system when Phoebe came in.  It was
the following day, late afternoon.



   "Hi," she said.  Todd nodded sulkily.



   "What's on?" she asked.



   "Casey Mathews just got home," he said, not looking at her.  "She's
taking a shit." Phoebe glanced at the monitor to see the pretty young blond
sitting on the toilet, her facial expressions coinciding with each plop of
her dump.



   "She's menstruating as well," Todd added.  "You can see her bloody pad
on the floor.  I wish I could sniff it.  I bet it smells great."



   "Wanna sniff me?" Phoebe said, a disingenuous smile on her face.



   Todd didn't say anything.  He was focused on the screen.  "That's it,
beautiful, wipe your ass, oh you do that so cute....  Ooh, what a poopy ass
you've got today....  Uh oh...  here she goes...  Oh great!" Todd said,
with delight.



   "What?" asked Phoebe.



   Todd didn't reply, but they both watched as Casey, having wiped her
anus, walked naked from the bathroom to the bedroom, picking up a red towel
along the way."



   "Yeah....!" Todd mumbled, as the blond sprawled out on her bed, placing
the red towel under her groin.  "She's always so horny during her period,
she just loves this," Todd explained.  And sure enough both he and Phoebe
watched as Casey Mathews began gently to caress the clitoris and folds of
her blood-smeared cunt, working up to a faster pace as the arousal from
giving herself pleasure grew more intense.  "Oh, look at the blood on her
fingers -- you can see it smeared on her thighs now.  She's so hot.  The
blood and her juice -- oh, man, I wish I could dive into her juicy
menstrual cunt right now," Todd explained.



   "Are you hard now?" Phoebe asked.



   "Yeah I am -- c'm here," he said, reaching up with one hand to pull her
head down,s taking his dick out with the other.  "Suck that dick," he said
coldly, forcing her mouth to his swollen organ.



   He hadn't treated Phoebe like that for some time, and she didn't like
it. But she encircled his cock with her mouth and sucked him off while he
sat watching intently as the young blond on the monitor worked herself to
orgasm.



   "Mmm...Mmm...Mmm..." the pretty blond could be heard moaning on the
monitor as she caressed deftly at her clitoral mound.



   "Slup...  Slup ...  Slup..." came the sound from Phoebe's intent sucking
on Todd's engorged wad.



   "Ooooh...." mumbled Todd, watching Casey masturbate, and enjoying
Phoebe's wet warm mouth around his throbbing erection.  "Suck it, you
cunt," he said coldly, staring unflinchingly at the girl on screen self-
pleasuring.  "No!" he growled, taking hold of his dick and pulling back on
his foreskin to prevent ejaculation, "not yet."



   When the urge to climax ameliorated, he unceremoniously pushed his dick
back into Phoebe's mouth saying, "More licking on my knob -- I'll tell ya
when I'm ready to shoot." She complied, but she glared coldly at him.  He
didn't look into her eyes though.  He was absorbed in observing the sexy
blond on screens who'd reached orgasm.  "Ahhhh...!" she moaned in relief,
humping against the red towel she'd only moments before bundled into a roll
and pressed against her messy blood-smeared cunt, rubbing her clit against
the course fabric to stimulate herself in those final exhilarating moments
just before reaching climax.



   As Casey writhed in ecstacy, Todd humped his dick urgently into Phoebe's
mouth.  "Come on....  cunt!" he snarled, desperate to achieve a final burst
of stimulation to unleash his hot ejaculate into her mouth.  But he just
couldn't do it.  Angry, he stood up from the chair, his dick slipping from
Phoebe's mouth, she falling to the floor.  Jerking wildly at his rock-hard
protruding prick, he stood over Phoebe, his face red, she looking up coldly
at a prick being pumped to spurt hot semen over her.  It only took a few
moments before Todd growled, grimaced, and then let out a long "Ahhh...."
in relief as hot powerful spurts reigned down on Phoebe's hair, face and
clothes.  It was a prodigious load, but Phoebe didn't move, she glared up
at him defiantly, until the last spurt of Todd's semen fell splat on her
left cheek.



   ** FIFTEEN **



   Phoebe looked up at Todd with an icy coldness.  It wasn't so much anger
as detachment.



   "What's wrong," he said panting.  "Don't I please you like your daddy
does?" Then, in a voice mocking hers, he added, "Oh daddy, fill my baby
hole, put your baby juice in my baby hole daddy, give me a baby, daddy..."



   Phoebe stared at him intently.



   "Sick, that's what you and your dad are -- unnatural!" he told her.



   "If you hate it, don't watch us," she said.  "I thought you liked to
watch.  I thought the idea of you watching us was kind of cool.  I thought
you did too," she added, getting to her feet.



   "Oh yeah?" Todd said, derisively.  "Well, the fun wore off."



   "You're ruining everything," Phoebe muttered, looking away.



   "See those three DVD's there?" Todd said pointing.



   Phoebe glanced to his desk just near her.  She saw the DVD's.  They were
next to the long thin military knife Todd used to open letters.  "I've put
all the juicy movie files on them of you and your dad at it," Todd
explained.  "I've covered everything -- you sucking his dick, him humping
your mouth, sucking your twat, fucking you straight up, and shooting his
balls off every-which-way.  You name a disgusting thing he does to you and
I've got it, in a nicely edited package of porn."



   "Why?"



   "Why?  -- If you don't tell your dad not to do that anymore, I'm gonna
give it to the cops."



   "Why?" she asked again, this time more coldly.  "I let you do what you
want to me...."



   "That's not it.  I've got to save you," Todd said moving closer to the
beautiful girl, semen stains showing on her clothes.  "He's destroying you,
can't you see?  Maybe he killed your mom just to keep on fucking you, I
don't know.  He chose your pussy over hers."



   Phoebe's eyes grew wide, her pupils small.  It was one of her truly
spooky menacing looks.  "You'll get into trouble too," she said.



   "I don't care.  I've got a classy lawyer, he'll work it out."



   "But my dad will be ruined, and they'll send me..."



   Todd fell to his knees before Phoebe.  Now his manner was worshipping,
pleading.  "Oh Phoebe, don't you know that I love you?  In a few years
you'll be old enough; and I've got lots of money, and I'll take care of
you, and we can fuck and do all kinds of kinky stuff, but at least it won't
be sick like with you and your dad..."



   Phoebe looked down.  Todd was muttering, rambling on and on.  He pushed
his face underneath her dress, pressing his nose into her groin, kissing
and sniffing her panties.  "Oh, I have to have you Phoebe....  I have to
save you...  You'll thank me one day, when your dad isn't sticking his
disgusting dick into you.  You'll see.  It isn't your fault, everyone will
see that.  It was him who did it to you....  What I've been doing to you
has been wrong, I know, but I'll make it up to it, I'll save you,
I'll....ARRGH...!"



   Todd, having screamed, fell back and then on to one side.  He couldn't
breathe -- the long assassin's blade having been thrust down between his
shoulder-blade, the tip piercing his heart.  In agony at Phoebe's feet,
Todd looked up at her, his face full of shock and disbelief.



   "Wh...Why?" he barely managed to whisper.



   Phoebe's face had a twisted faintly demonic appearance.  "I really like
you Todd.  I liked doing stuff with you.  I didn't mind that.  And I
thought you understood and accepted me the way I am.  But you're just like
everybody else.  You don't understand.  And I won't let you hurt my dad."



   Phoebe paused, looked away, and then back at Todd, then continued:



   "My mom wanted to hurt my dad too, when she found out.  She said he was
sick, and that I was a bad girl and needed help.  She didn't realize how
much I love my father -- how I always wanted him, for as long as I can
remember.  How I sneaked into bed with him when I was little and loved it
when I asked him to touch me all over.  It felt so good.  No one could make
me feel that good, his fingers in my baby hole, his ...  hard body inside
me, his delicious hot juice on my tummy, and in my fingers, or splashing in
my mouth..."



   "Arh...arh...arh..." Todd moaned, trying to focus on her, blood running
from his mouth.



   "I told my mom," Phoebe continued, looking down dispassionately at Todd.
"I tried to explain.  But she just got so angry.  She was going to tell
people, get my dad locked up.  I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't like
hitting her with the knife, like with you, but I won't let anyone hurt my
dad....  I'm sorry Todd."



   By the time Phoebe finished, Todd had slumped on to the floor.  His face
gazed upwards at her; but his eyes were open and sightless.



   ** SIXTEEN **



   Phoebe stood motionless for a moment or two looking at Todd's lifeless
body on the floor.  Then, after taking hold of the DVD's, she turned to
leave.  But before leaving she bent down and removed the knife protruding
from Todd's back.  Seeing a discarded McDonalds' brown paper bag on the
floor, she placed the knife and the DVD's in the bad and left.



   Walking as if a dream, and without emotion, Phoebe returned to her
apartment.  After hiding the DVD's under her bed, she took the knife, still
in the bad, and left the building.  After walking a couple of blocks, she
threw the McDonalds' bag into a trash bin at the end of a quiet lane. 
Nobody saw her.



   A short time later she was in the elevator in her building.  Ray Cox,
from apartment 4, was in there too.  Standing next the the girl, Cox made a
sniffing sound, taking in a familiar odor.  Then he looked at Phoebe.  Dry
white stains were clearly evident on her dress -- Todd's semen.  He looked
at her carefully, saw what the stains were, and then smiled.



   "So how are you?" he asked with a cheeky grin.  "You're in 8, right?"



   Phoebe turned and took him in.  Shaking her long dark hair sexily, she
replied, "Yeah, and I'm fine, thanks." As she spoke, he used her small
pretty hand to gently flick at a dry flaking ejaculate stain on her dress.



   Ray watched, and then held an eye on her as he left the elevator. 
"Maybe see you around?" he said.



   Phoebe smiled.  "Sure," she said in a low voice.



   **



   Within an hour, Phoebe had showered and was waiting patiently for her
father to return.  In the shower, she had washed herself thoroughly, taking
care to work up lots of suds to clean her pussy and anus.  She washed and
dried her hair; even applied a touch of perfume -- one her father loved her
to wear.  Just after returning to the apartment, she did a long pee and
poop.  Sitting on the toilet, still and composed, her face hardly
registering each time she squeezed her bowel muscles to secrete a firm
small turd, she looked up at Todd's concealed camera.  The only thought she
had was that it was a pity Todd wouldn't be able to watch her doing poop
and wiping her bottom.  He so loved to watch.



   Sitting very formally on her bed, impeccably washed and groomed, her
long dark hair flowing down her back, wearing only a thin white bath robe,
Phoebe's face lifted when she heard the front door open.



   "Hey baby!" Lester said, when Phoebe walked to meet him.  "-- God, you
smell good -- are you wearing anything underneath that?"



   "No dad," she said coyly, hugging him, and then guiding his fingers
underneath to feel the slit of her cunt.



   "Oh, sweety..." he mumbled kissing her fully on the mouth, feeling the
soft delicate folds of her cunt, and her firm small clitoris.  As he kissed
her, he could sense her fingers feeling through his pants for his prick,
sensuously pinchings it to full erection.



   Phoebe's robe fell away.  Naked, standing with her father, she pressed
her body into his, continuing to caress the contour of his hard erection
through his clothes.  "Oh...baby," Lester whispered, gently touching
Phoebe's body, lightly caressing her small breasts, and kissing her dark
nipples to hardness.



   "Make me feel good, daddy," Phoebe said looking lovingly at her father.



   "What about dinner, honey?" he asked.



   "We'll get a pizza later, OK?  -- Now I'm hungry for YOU dad." Her
father smiled and nodded.



   "I know we're real bad, but..." Lester began, looking lustfully at his
daughter.



   "No we're not," she said.  "It's just that we're perfect for each other
dad," she replied, kissing him.  Lester nodded knowingly.



   Phoebe put her arm around her father's waist, and together they walked
to the bedroom.  As was their custom, Lester stood passively while Phoebe
slowly undressed him.  Finally, standing only in his briefs, his fully
erect and aroused cock bulging within, Phoebe slipped her hand underneath
to gently cup his testicles with one hand and stroke the length of his cock
with the other.



   "Ah...." Lester moaned, caressing his daughter's cheek.  "I should
shower, honey -- I'm not fresh for you."



   "Nooo, I love your smell, daddy, just as you are," Phoebe said, her
voice intentionally cutesy and provocative.



   "Oh...!" he let out when Phoebe suddenly feel to her knees and encircled
her father's dick with her small mouth.  Expertly she fellated him, taking
him deep-throat, holding his dick in her mouth, loving the taste of his
prick, and the aroma of his genitals.



   Soon they were wrapped around each other in bed.  Lester, on his back
allowed Phoebe to lick him all over, and to suck his nipples like a baby.
Then, as his arousal grew greater, he gently placed Phoebe on her back,
taking to her with his tongue, sucking hard on her nipples the way she
loved, before kissing and licking down to her cunt.  She parted her legs to
give him complete access to her young fresh pussy.  He began by licking the
length of her cunt, from clit down almost down to her anus, and then back
again.



   "Oh, dad....daddy....  I want to feel full..." Phoebe moaned.



   Lester knew his daughter.  He sucked on his daughter's labia, pulling
out and stretching the delicate wet folds, one side and then another,
before inserting his tongue into the musky salty wetness of her slit,
licking at the smoothness of her inner lining and walls.  But now, with his
dick throbbing, the need for relief overwhelming him, Lester positioned his
prick at the entrance of his beautiful daughter's tight cunt and then
slipped his wad into her.



   "Oh!" Phoebe exclaimed with a breathless moan as her body received her
father's swollen organ.



   Lester gently filled the tight warm cavity of Phoebe's sex.  "Oh baby
... Honey....  How could I want anyone else...  My beautiful lover
daughter..."



   "Oh daddy....  Oh! ...Oh!...." she moaned back.



   Phoebe climaxed quickly.  As she came, Lester felt a squirt of warm
lubricant ooze from her pussy.  She felt so wet, so hot, as he thrust into
the smooth slipperiness of her wonderful snug twat.



   "Oh!....baby!......." he moaned, his face contorted in orgasm as he
emptied his spurts into her.



   Phoebe held her dad close as he shuddered in orgasm between her
adolescent legs.







   ** An hour later they were sitting on the bed eating order-in pizza. 
Lester was wearing boxer shorts; Phoebe was still naked, her legs crossed,
her little pussy exposed.  He loved watching her eat without clothes on.



   As they munched on pizza, the closeness and intimacy between them
obvious by occasional glances and looks, Phoebe suddenly spoke to her
father.



   "Dad, do I make you happy?  Do you ...  ever think about getting married
again?"



   "How could anyone make me happier than you do, baby?" he replied.  "When
we're...  together loving each other, how could it be better with anyone
else?" After a pause he added, "All my life I've wanted someone to love me
as fully as you do, Phoeb.  Don't....  don't ever stop.  I couldn't stand
it...  I know the world wouldn't understand us, and maybe in the future
you'll leave me, but..."



   Phoebe leaned over and kissed her father affectionately on the mouth,
before he finished.  He laughed a little.



   "I'll always be yours, dad -- forever," Phoebe said.  "I don't want you
to find anyone else, ever."



   Lester smiled.  "God help anyone who tries to get between you and me,
Phoebe," he said, his voice full of pride.



   Phoebe threw her arms around her father.



   "No one will ever do that, dad," she replied.  "I wouldn't let them."



   Lester leaned down and lightly and affectionately kissed Phoebe's firm
dark nipples.



   "No, baby," he said.  "I don't believe you would."







   THE END

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