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 story_codes: M/g F/g F/b inc cons pedo
story_intro:
The main character of the story finds to itself the bride from Russia
with the child.  In due course the fatherly love to the stepdaughter awakes

develops into something more than adoration....





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



   Daddy's Little Princess Daria, ch 1: The Beginning



   Written by The Worshipper



   Note to the reader: Real-world problems have prevented me from writing
lately, but I should be able to resume work on my various storylines again
soon - most notably The Garden and The Adventures of Cathi; additional
chapters of those stories are in the works.  In the meantime, here is
another storyline that I started working on a long time ago; I was able to
polish it up and wanted to present an initial chapter for your enjoyment.
You will notice that there is even more buildup in this one than in my
other stories, but rest assured that some blistering action is on its way,
as soon as the next chapter...



   THE BEGINNING...



   I had never been much of a "ladies man".  I wasn't particularly
good-looking, at least as far as what women seemed to find attractive; they
never seemed to take a second look at me.  And on top of that, I was no
social butterfly either - in fact, I'd be the first to admit that I wasn't
a particularly exciting guy to be around and I wasn't the type to go to
bars or hang out "with the guys" to pick up chicks (or hook up, or whatever
the current slang was).  In point of fact, I was a bit of a geek, being a
computer programmer and always having been more comfortable with computers
than with women.  I made a pretty good living but I certainly wasn't
excessively wealthy, although I had socked a little money away.  So after
45 years and only two short, failed relationships, it really didn't seem to
be in the cards for me to follow the "normal" route we see depicted in the
Hallmark channel movies and meet someone, fall in love, and get married and
raise a family.  And thus it was, that after a lifetime of frustration, I
decided to take one of those bachelor tours to Russia to see if I could
convince some reasonably decent-looking Russian woman to marry me and come
to the USA.



   I actually DID have the desire to raise a family.  In that respect, my
motives were pure.  But at the same time, I harbored a secret desire.  One
which, if I were to be honest, had also probably lowered even more the odds
of me having "normal" relationships with women throughout my life.



   You see, for many years I had been a hardcore pedophile, and turned on
by the idea of incest as well.  I don't know why, and had long ago stopped
trying to understand it.  I hadn't been abused as a child, or had any
personal experiences of incest, or anything of that nature.  All I knew was
that I was immensely turned on by it, and since the mid-90's had spent
countless hours downloading and jacking off to stories and images and
videos from the internet - anything involving children and sex, especially
pre-pubescent girls.  Naked little girls.  Little girls doing sexy strips
and ending up spreading their tiny legs wide apart, exposing their hairless
pussies to the camera.  Little girls sucking cock and being fucked (almost
all of those obviously being with their fathers, which made it even
hotter). And MOST especially, depictions of entire families having sex
(with both the father AND mother AND brothers and sisters all sucking and
fucking together), although real pictures and videos of that kind were the
rarest to be found.  And in fact, kiddy porn of ANY kind was almost nowhere
to be found on the internet lately, as newsgroup and internet service
providers had been cracking down on that kind of content more and more
strictly for years.  But I was still able to satisfy myself with the huge
collection of kiddy porn that I had managed to accumulate back when it was
easy to find.



   At various times, such as during the early stages of my two failed
relationships, I tried to think of what it would be like if I got married
and couldn't indulge myself in my taboo turnons.  I would always concoct
some elaborate scheme that would enable me to be alone with my kiddy porn,
such as sneaking away once or twice a month to a hotel with my laptop or
some such routine.  Eventually though, I would give in to my base desires
because I couldn't stand the thought of not being able to enjoy kiddy porn
whenever and as much as I wanted to, so I would always seem to find some
way to consciously or subconsciously sabotage the relationships...



   During my trip to Russia, those thoughts were in the back of my mind,
even though I actively suppressed them because I knew that as strong as my
kiddy porn turnons were, (1) I was getting older and if I didn't try to
have a family soon it would be too late; (2) I was sure that I would never
be capable of actually abusing my own kids; and (3) I was too much of a
chicken to ever put myself in danger of being caught doing such things and
going to prison.  I decided that if I were to actually get married, I would
just keep my taboo desires secret and indulge them very discreetly in
private whenever I could.



   So my main goal was simply the totally honorable one to experience what
it was like to have a family, even if it did start in what might be a
slightly "phony" way.  After all, everyone knew that the main motivation of
most of the Russian women who signed up to meet the visting American men on
tours like this was economic security, as well as simply a ticket to
America, and marrying an American was just a means to that goal.



   And that was OK with me.  I figured that if I brought back a reasonably
attractive Russian woman and I at least grew on her enough for her to stay
with me instead of wanting a divorce as soon as it was legal to do so - and
was even willing to oblige me with a little nooky every once in awhile -
that that was a lot better than my current lonely existence.  And how else
would I ever be able to actually have a family?  After browsing through the
profiles on a couple of the Russian tour websites, there seemed to be a lot
of young women with small kids - either recently divorced or who had been
deserted by some louse who never married them and were nowhere to be found
after getting them pregnant.  I decided that I would hedge my bets, so to
speak, and not even take the chance on my Russian bride not wanting to have
children fathered by me; I would guarantee at least some amount of time
with a daughter by marrying a woman who already had one.



   But don't get the wrong idea...  As I mentioned previously, it's not
like I was looking for a little girl to molest.  Remember, I really wanted
the experience of raising children.  Especially a daughter.  Quite apart
from my secret lusts, I had also always wanted the experience of having
that special relationship that only a father and daughter can have.  A
little girl to watch grow up and dote on, who would be "Daddy's Little
Princess".  And I figured that even if the mother didn't want to have
anything to do with me after we returned to the States; even if SHE didn't
want to provide me with ANY physical affection herself, as long as she and
her daughter stayed with me long enough, I could at least try to have that
kind of father-daughter experience with the little girl.  And I counted on
being able to keep my hands off her - at least in a sexual way, that is.



   Maybe I was just fooling myself.  But I also knew in my heart that I was
in fact sincere in my "legitimate" desires; I really did want to experience
what it was like to be married and raise a family, instead of going through
my entire life single and alone.  So I suppressed my "other" desires and
went ahead with my plans.



   Before going on my tour, I spent a good 6 months being a member of one
of the Russian tour websites and used its search function to review the
women's profiles, restricting the criteria to women from 20 to 30, with
children.  About 40 percent of those had a daughter, and I zeroed in on
those - futher restricting the list, as I reviewed each candidate, to women
who had a daughter no older than 2.  Again, with honorable intentions; I
figured that a child that young would have the easiest time readjusting
from Russia to the USA.  She would have no problem becoming fluent in
English or fitting in - heck, by the time she was in first grade, none of
the other kids would even be able to tell she had come from Russia.  As
well as perceiving me as her daddy from the earliest age possible, so as to
form the basis of a good daddy/daughter relationship...



   I narrowed the list down to the 5 best candidates - all the women were
attractive, and all had young daughters from 1 to 2 years of age.  Over a
period of a few months prior to the website's next tour, I corresponded
with all of them and tried to determine which ones seemed to be the most
personable and might be the most likely for me to get along with. 
Ultimately, I eliminated two of them and put two of the remaining three at
the top of my list to try to meet while I was there, with the third being
an "alternate".



   Interestingly, the one that I seemed to get along with the best during
the correspondence was the alternate; but being a typical man, the two that
I had put at the top of the list were the ones that looked the prettiest -
what would be considered knockouts, in fact.  At least if their pictures
were really of them, that is, and the website tour outfit was supposed to
make sure of that.  Not that the alternate was unattractive; she was
pleasing enough to the eye, just not a hottie like the other two were.  She
looked like she was a little overweight and was dressed a little frumpily
in her photographs, but was a 21 year old blonde with a fairly attractive
girl-next-door type face.



   Before I knew it, it was time for the tour.



   The two weeks that I spent in Russia were both frustrating and exciting.
First of all, one of the two women at the top of my list basically ignored
me and immediately latched onto one of the other guys on the tour -
probably the only guy of the 10 of us that could have been classified as
actually handsome.  After having told me in our correspondence that I was
the only one she was talking to, no less; whether that was the case or not,
there wasn't anything I could do about it so I wasn't particularly bent out
of shape about it and just moved on.



   My next pick, 25 year old green-eyed, red-headed, 38DD Olga, spent the
first few days hanging out with me at the various meetings and functions -
dinners and dancing, etc.  - and even though she was, in fact, a hottie,
there was absolutely no chemistry between us; a lot of the time we were
together just consisted of awkward silences.  If I had wanted to, and tried
harder, I probably could have convinced her to continue hanging with me,
and maybe even ultimately done the marriage thing, although both of us
would have known without any doubt whatsoever that it was essentially just
a business transaction.  I tried to imagine what the relationship would be
like, after getting married and her coming to the States to live with me,
and I knew in my gut that it probably wouldn't be a good situation, even
with her daughter being in the picture.



   And then, much to my surprise, the "alternate" showed up.



   At the lunch meet-and-greet on the fourth day, I met Anna Korolenko - my
future wife.  (Anna being pronounced like "Ahhh-nuh".) She had wanted to be
in attendance at the beginning of the tour, but had had some kind of
unavoidable conflict.  It turned out to be perfect timing, since I had just
decided to inform Olga that it wasn't working out and went ahead and did
that after seeing Anna show up at the lunch.  Of course, Olga wasn't
exactly heartbroken and seemed to take it in stride; in fact, being as
attractive as she was, it wasn't long before she had a guy on each arm
despite the fact that she had a kid (and most of the other guys didn't want
women with kids).  I guess a beauty like her was still worth the effort for
those two guys even if she did have a kid.



   With Anna, it was one of those types of things where you just hit it off
and feel comfortable with each other right away.  And, in what was a total
bonus, she looked better - MUCH better - than in her pictures.  What had
looked like a little excess weight in the frumpy clothes she had been
wearing in her pics, actually turned out to be not fat, but simply a
voluptuous body.  Emphasized to great effect by the outfit that she had on:
black leather miniskirt; semi-sheer white blouse through which I could just
make out a sexy white lace bra; nylons and black high-heeled pumps.  Think
Victoria Silvstedt, although quite a bit shorter than that Amazon - Anna
was 5'7", and in her 4-inch pumps came to about my height.  She had
gorgeous tits; I was later to find out that her exact measurements were
36C-26-37, and she was well-toned and moved like a jungle cat.  And whereas
she had been wearing hardly any makeup in her pictures, she had obviously
spent some time prettying herself up to look sexy, with dark eyeshadow
surrounding her pretty hazel eyes, glistening red lips, long red
fingernails and her platinum blonde hair attractively styled, teased out
and slightly wavy to her shoulders.



   Well, needless to say, after just that one lunch my mind was made up. 
The rest of that week and the next were a whirlwind of activity, as after a
few days of enjoying ourselves - even taking off on a couple of private
jaunts apart from the tour's scheduled group activities, to the envy of the
other guys on the tour - Anna took me to meet her immediate and extended
family.



   I spent a whole afternoon and evening with them, and spent the night at
her parents' villa.  I had been worried about negativity or hostility, but
without exception they proved to be a gracious and pleasing bunch. 
Everyone except her mother; she seemed to be a bit distant, and I wondered
about that.  Interestingly, she was quite the looker; I could see where
Anna got her looks.  And after all (as I was to find out later), she had
had Anna when she was in her early 20's - most Russian women had kids in
their late teens or early 20's - so Katya was only in her early 40's and
obviously took good care of herself.  She was actually pretty hot, if one
liked more mature women; fit with a sexy figure like her daughter; blonde
hair in a sexy short cut; and she was, it seemed, a chain smoker.



   Her father, Vladimir, was an interesting guy - very intelligent,
softspoken and friendly.  He was a university professor in economics, and
spent a lot of time asking me about American capitalism (not that I knew
that much about it).  It also became apparent that Anna wasn't exactly poor
like a lot of the population of Russia still was, 20 years after the fall
of communism.  Quite the opposite - at least her family seemed to be
relatively well off.  And, I was to find out that there was actually some
Russian royalty long ago in their lineage.  Her family's financial security
put me even more at ease, and over the course of our conversations Anna
also confided in me that she had been convinced by a friend to put her
profile on the tour website, and did it almost on a lark, not even having
been that serious about it until she had started corresponding with me and
our interests seemed to be very similar.



   Like me, she was into computer programming, having just graduated from
the University of Moscow with a degree in computer science, and was also
interested in music and the arts.  In fact, she played piano really well
(while I had played guitar for a long time, as a serious hobby).  She was
pretty fluent in English (albeit with what I found to be a devastatingly
sexy accent), and our tastes in books and movies and such seemed to be very
similar.  And she did confess that although it hadn't been something that
important to her prior to our correspondence, she had become very curious
about the USA and what it would be like to live there.  So all in all it
seemed like the best match that I could ever have hoped for.



   Now, as to her daughter...



   Little Daria was just shy of a year old.  Anna had given birth to her
the previous summer and it was well before the birth that the father, a
stereotypical "bad boy" type, had completely disappeared.  Anna had heard
through mutual friends that he had taken off for the oil fields of Central
Russia.  Although it was accidental, and she had initially regretted having
gotten pregnant, Anna was now a devoted and loving mom and Daria was the
central focus of her life.



   I didn't spend much time with Daria while in Russia, basically just
cooing at her for a few minutes as she lay in her crib on the two occasions
that I visited Anna's parents' house, where she and Daria had been living
since Daria's birth (to make occasional babysitting by her parents and
grandparents easier).  And, since she had a place to live and caretakers
for Daria, Anna had been postponing getting started in her computer
programming occupation since Daria's birth, planning on starting work after
a couple of years.



   Daria already had a cute little head of platinum blonde hair like her
mommy, a pouty little mouth, and the biggest light blue eyes I had ever
seen.  She had obviously inherited her mother's classically beautiful
facial features and I could tell that she was going to be a very pretty
little girl, and woman.



   Needless to say, the trip turned out quite successfully.  After I
returned to the States from the tour, we both started the proceedings
necessary in our respective countries for our Russian and American weddings
and her immigration, keeping in touch the whole time via email, chatting
and webcam plus one quick trip to Russia to marry her in a church there
with all her family in attendance.  About 8 months later, I welcomed Anna
to the U.S.  at the airport, little Daria clinging to her side.  I was
surprised at how much Daria had grown - being a little over 18 months old,
she was actually capable of walking on her own pretty well already, and...
Well, I couldn't help but notice how much cuter she was than when I had
seen her last.  A gorgeous little thing, in fact.  Anyone that I introduced
Anna and Daria to would make a fuss over the little cutie, especially
women.



   Interestingly, it was amazing how much more popular it seemed like I was
after marrying Anna in a small civil ceremony the week after her arrival.
Of course, most of that was due to Anna's winning personality, even though
I did seem to open up a little bit just from being around her, from
osmosis, I suppose...  And even though some of the people I had known
before marrying Anna had been a little skeptical (and, I suspected, even
derisive behind my back) about the whole arrangement, i.e., the "phoniness"
factor of going to Russia to find a bride, they were soon won over by
Anna's engaging personality as well as her obvious devotion to me, which
was anything but phony.



   So, it seemed that I had managed to get everything I had ever wanted. 
In point of fact, I would soon find out that my wildest dreams and
fantasies were about to come true as well...



   PRELUDE TO CHAPTER TWO...



   The first six months after their arrival were busy ones.  Anna and Daria
settled into my house and established a routine, getting acclimated to how
different things were in America compared to Russia.  Anna was especially
amazed by the bewildering selection in our grocery stores and immensely
huge (to her, anyway) malls.  I couldn't have been happier, as, contrary to
my fears, Anna had turned out to be very affectionate.  And, well...  quite
the tigress in the sack.



   And then, a former co-worker who had heard of my new Russian wife got in
touch with me.  Turns out his company was developing a software package
that would be used internationally, and they needed someone to do Russian
translations of the application.  The fact that Anna spoke both fluent
Russian and English and also had a degree in computer science to boot, made
her a perfect person for the job.  After talking it over with her, they
offered her a position at a great salary.  So even though we were pretty
comfortable already and since moving to the U.S.  Anna had planned on not
working until Daria started kindergarten, it was just too good an
opportunity to turn down.  A good start to an American programming career
for Anna, for sure.



   Only thing was, the job required Anna to take a week-long trip to L.A.
for training in the software at the company's headquarters, right after
being hired.



   And thus I was going to be left alone with my gorgeous little 2 year old
Daria for a whole week.



   And that's when my descent into debauchery REALLY began...



   Chapter 2 - The Descent



   The first six months after their arrival were busy ones.  Anna and Daria
settled into my house and established a routine, getting acclimated to how
different things were in America compared to Russia.  Anna was especially
amazed by the bewildering selection in our grocery stores and immensely
huge (to her, anyway) malls.  I couldn't have been happier, as, contrary to
my fears, Anna had turned out to be very affectionate.  And, well...  quite
the tigress in the sack.



   And then, a former co-worker who had heard of my new Russian wife got in
touch with me.  Turns out his company was developing a software package
that would be used internationally, and they needed someone to do Russian
translations of the application.  The fact that Anna spoke both fluent
Russian and English and also had a degree in computer science to boot, made
her a perfect person for the job.  After talking it over with her, they
offered her a position at a great salary.  So even though we were pretty
comfortable already and since moving to the U.S.  Anna had planned on not
working until Daria started kindergarten, it was just too good an
opportunity to turn down.  A good start to an American programming career
for Anna, for sure.



   Only thing was, the job required Anna to take a week-long trip to L.A.
for training in the software at the company's headquarters, right after
being hired.



   And thus I was going to be left alone with my gorgeous little 2 year old
Daria for a whole week.



   And that's when my descent into debauchery REALLY began...



   *****



   I smiled and waved to Anna as she walked towards the security checkpoint
at the airport, looking back at me with a sad look on her face - it was the
first time since she had married me and moved from Russia that we would be
apart for any significant length of time.  The week that she was to spend
in L.A.  at her training class was probably going to seem like forever, as
we had grown closer in the past six months than I ever would have imagined.
Anna had actually suggested not taking her new job after all, when they had
told her about the trip.  But I insisted that it wouldn't be a problem -
that we would weather the separation just fine and that I would be able to
take good care of our little princess, 2 year old Daria, while she was
gone.



   Fortunately, I happened to be working on a software development project
for a client in another state, and was able to work from home, dialing into
their computer system.  So the day before Anna's departure I went to the
grocery store and stocked up on supplies, no doubt overcompensating - I
probably got enough stuff to last 2 weeks or more.  I didn't want to have
to leave the house the entire week, so after getting home from the airport
and dispatching the babysitter (our next-door neighbor's teenage daughter
who had taken care of Daria a few times before when Anna and I had gone out
on "date nights"), I settled in for a week of bonding with my precious
little babygirl.



   I had moved most of Daria's stuff into one side of my home office (lucky
that it was a fairly large room as home offices go); her tiny princess bed
that she had just graduated to from her crib, a bunch of her toys and
almost all of her stuffed animals (a huge collection already and still
growing), her little tea set table and chairs, etc.  While I was working I
kept an eye on her and made sure that she wasn't wandering out of the room
and getting into trouble elsewhere in the house.



   The day was fairly uneventful; I actually got a little work done on my
project and little Daria puttered around on her Disney blanket off to the
side, making little baby noises and talking to herself in her cute little
half-sentences, playing with her toys and having her imaginary tea
parties...



   And then it began happening.



   Late in the afternoon I was working on some particularly difficult
computer code and felt like taking a mental break for awhile, so I pushed
my chair back from the desk and swiveled to the side to spend a few minutes
admiring my beautiful little daughter.  Daria was lying on her stomach on
her blanket, coloring books spread out in front of her, coloring away with
her 64-color crayon set.  She was facing about 60 degrees away from me, so
she couldn't see me gazing at her - now taking the time to study closely
just how gorgeous the little tyke was.  She was only a bit over 2 years
old, and in just the last couple of months her body had started changing
from a baby/toddler shape into the kind of tiny carbon copy of a person
that I started to find sexy in little girls.  I usually didn't start
getting REALLY turned on by the way little girls' bodies looked until they
were around 4 or so, but some started looking hot a year or more earlier
than that - and Daria...



   Well, I found myself slowly looking up and down her little body as she
lay there coloring, humming some little tune to herself, her tiny feet
waving in the air.  She was wearing a cute little pink halter t-shirt with
stringy shoulder straps, pink chino minishorts (and under those, white
cotton panties - which I knew only because that's what she always wore
under her minishorts), and small white nylon socks with lace ruffle tops.



   And God help me, I found my eyes fixating on her ass.  Her luscious,
little, perfectly-formed, mindblowingly-rounded, bubble-butt, little-girl
ASS.  Which was even more sexy-looking because of the way it was being
emphasized and the way the muscles were moving as a consequence of her
lying on her stomach with her lower legs and feet sticking up in the air.
And at that moment, all the things I had told myself over the last year or
so - before deciding to go to Russia and seek out women with baby
daughters, after meeting Anna and Daria, indeed the whole time Anna and
Daria had been living with me for the past 6 months - all the things I had
convinced myself I wouldn't think about, all the feelings I told myself I
wouldn't have...



   They all went out the window as I gazed at that perfect, achingly sexy,
2 year old babygirl ass.  My own daughter's ass.  Well, my step-daughter's,
technically.  And that may have been true from a biological standpoint, but
from an emotional standpoint and since Daria had been living with me from
such a young age, I knew that she almost fully viewed me as her Daddy.  And
that introduced enough of an element of incest (which in general was one of
my biggest turn-ons) to start my cock twitching.



   Of course it didn't help (or it DID, depending on how one looked at it)
that Daria happened to be a pedophiles wet motherfucking dream - at two
years of age now, with a nice head of slightly-wavy, platinum blonde hair
to her shoulders, big light blue eyes, a pouty little mouth with luscious,
naturally almost-cherry-red lips, absolutely perfect facial features with a
tiny slightly-turned up nose...



   As Daria lay there completely unaware, coloring away, I realized to my
horror that my cock was now rock-hard and straining inside my briefs and
loose gray sweatpants - looking down, the huge bulge in my crotch looked
almost comical.  I surely didn't want my daughter to turn her head to look
back at me and see my huge erection tenting my pants!  So I quickly got up
out of the chair, deftly adjusting my cock with my hand so that it wasn't
sticking straight out, at least, and at the same time, feeling butterflies
in my stomach because of what I was contemplating doing, I knelt down next
to Daria.



   FUCK!!!  It was like someone had flicked a switch.  I was suddenly,
totally and obscenely turned on.  For an instant I considered that I had
obviously been suppressing nasty thoughts about Daria since she and Anna
had moved in - Anna acting as a kind of natural shield, or "brake" on those
thoughts and feelings.  I had never actually been alone - completely alone
in the house, for instance - with Daria in those six months.  But now I
was. Now Anna was halfway across the country and I was alone with the
hottest little girl I had ever even seen, much less been alone with and
totally responsible for.



   A gorgeous little 2 year old hottie who was lying right next to me,
making my cock feel like a steel rod.  Making me wish I could run my hand
up the back of her soft, warm, tiny thighs and up over her luscious
motherfucking little ass, squeezing her tiny bubble-butt ass cheeks
slightly with my left hand as I pulled my sweatpants down with my right
hand and started jacking myself off...



   GodDAMMIT!!!  That's what I WISHED I could do.  I sat there right next
to Daria on the blanket, so turned on and my cock so hard inside my pants
that I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of my cockhead already, making a
small wet spot on the inside of my briefs where the tip of my cock pressed
against them.  Instead, I reached out with a trembling hand and was only
brave enough to lay my palm on the small of Daria's tiny back, then started
sliding it gently up between her shoulder blades as if I was just
innocently massaging her.



   "I wuv you daddee!", Daria managed to say in one of the few short,
complete sentences she had mastered thus far, fairly shocking me out of my
trance as she turned her head back to look almost right at me with a
radiant smile on her gorgeous little face.



   I almost jerked my hand away from her back as I managed to respond with
a stammered "I..  I know you do, princess.  Daddy wuvs you too!" I said
affectionately, and continued splitting my mind completely in two by
presenting an innocent front to Daria while actually being so turned on I
thought I would go fucking insane.  My stiff cock continued lurching all by
itself inside my pants as I reached back down to where Daria's hair lay
against the back of her neck, gently brushing it aside with my fingers so
that her soft pink skin showed...



   "Back wub daddee?", Daria cooed in the cutest high-pitched voice that
only such young babygirls possessed (and which had always tremendously
turned me on); I had made it a habit to give Anna back rubs and massages
almost every evening (which she, of course, loved), and besides watching
daddy giving mommy back "wubs", I had also given Daria massages quite often
- almost always with Anna in the room, obviously preventing any "funny
business" from occurring or me even thinking about it.



   "Of course, baby!  My little princess can have a back wub anytime she
wants!" I replied, trying to keep my voice from cracking or wavering,
because at this point I was having trouble keeping it together - the
possibilities that giving my little babygirl hottie a massage presented,
suddenly running through my mind like a kiddy porn movie...



   My mouth was dry as Daria pushed the coloring book in front of her aside
and lay her head on the blanket, looking - FUCK YES - away from me rather
than towards me.  Her pretty little arms were at her sides and she lowered
her feet to the floor...  My luscious little 2 year old Daria was now
completely at my mercy.  Not that I was going to do anything bad to her;
now THAT would in fact, NEVER happen.  But at my mercy in the sense that I
fully intended to indulge myself in as much covert little-girl molesting as
it was humanly possible to do; I was going to feel her tiny body all over.
Feel it.  Squeeze it.  Rub it.  While rubbing MYSELF, i.e., my fucking
cock, through my pants as much as I could get away with while I did so
(which was going to be a helluva lot easier with her face turned away).



   I slid right next to her, my knees slightly touching the sides of her
chest and hips, and before sneaking in any cock-stroking, put both my hands
on the tops of her shoulders and began what seemed like a perfectly
innocent, normal massage.  It turns out I had a hidden talent for giving
massages, and Anna and Daria certainly seemed to enjoy them; now was no
exception.  Even though only 2 years old, I felt my daughter respond to the
pleasure that the massage was giving her - even slightly moaning every so
often.



   After moving both my hands down her back and squeezing the muscles in
her lower back for a minute or so, I couldn't take it any more - I just had
to give my cock a little surreptitious squeezing and stroking.  Keeping my
left hand in her lower back area and doing my best to maintain the illusion
of a typical massage, I carefully moved my right hand from Daria to my
crotch, finally feeling my hard cock.  Slowly and as quietly as possible, I
began stroking my cock on the top of my sweatpants, with Daria none the
wiser.



   It was actually harder than I thought it was going to be - PUN INTENDED!
What I mean is that it was difficult to jack myself off AND keep my left
hand doing a good enough of a job massaging Daria for her not to notice
anything out of the ordinary going on.  But I managed to do it.  I HAD to
do it.  I had to pleasure myself while feeling my 2 year old daughter's
luscious little body.  While looking her up and down, drinking in every
inch of my oh-so-sexy pedo-wet-dream babygirl...  Her beautiful blonde
hair. Her luscious little babygirl body.  Her INCREDIBLE motherfucking ass.
Her so-fucking-sexy little legs.  Her perfect, sexy little feet.  Just how
milky pink-white and so, so fucking soft and smooth her skin was all over
her body, the way only little girls' skin is.  Her wonderful, fresh
little-girl scent.



   OH FUCK!  I realized that I had almost lost it and was gripping the
outline of my cock through my sweatpants, stroking it back and forth almost
fast and hard enough to make enough noise and movement to give myself away.
Fortunately, it seemed like Daria hadn't noticed anything - she still lay
there motionless, seemingly enjoying the massage as much as ever.



   And it was then that I had the first of two inspirations.  Both of which
would prove to be the fodder of many an intense jack-off session in the
future (starting with later that night, in fact).



   First, I was getting some good jack-off strokes in while gazing right at
Daria's hot little ass in her cute pink minishorts (and that was hot
enough), but then it occurred to me how much hotter her ass would look if
all she was wearing was her panties.  I stroked a few times just
fantasizing about it, and then...



   'Well, why the fuck not?' I thought wickedly.  I bet I could convince
her that there was nothing wrong with it!  And the chances of her even
remembering it happened next week when Anna came home, much less even being
able to really describe what had happened at her age, were pretty small,
weren't they?  And besides - I WAS SO FUCKING TURNED ON I JUST HAD TO SEE
THAT LUSCIOUS LITTLE FUCKING ASS IN HER TIGHT WHITE COTTON PANTIES.



   I just had to, goddammit!



   So I interrupted my jacking and asked Daria in my most
innocent-sounding, soothing voice, "Princess, why don't we take off your
shorts, sweetie?  The material is kinda thick and I'll be able to massage
you better if we take them off, 'k baby?  I promise it'll make the massage
feel better!"



   For a split-second I freaked, listening to my own voice trying to -
essentially - convince my own 2 year old daughter to let me molest her
better (even though I was pretty sure that it sounded innocent enough to
her), and worried about what her reaction might be.  What if she
immediately flipped out and started screaming and crying and when Anna
called later that night to talk she bawled, "Mommy, mommy!  Daddy wanted me
to take off my pants waaaaaaahhhhh"...



   But to my immense relief, it was the best case scenario - Daria simply
responded eagerly, "OK daddee!", without a hint of concern or suspicion in
her voice.



   Holy shit.  I was about to take the pants off my little girl so that I
could jack off to her panty-clad ass.  Holy motherfucking shit.



   My hands started trembling again, more than before, as I reached towards
Daria - and then I realized that the button and zipper of the chino shorts
were on the front.



   "ummm...  Princess?  Why don't you turn over on your back so daddy can
undo your pants, 'k?" I managed in almost a whisper while feeling again
like I was having an out-of-body experience, listening to words that I
would never have imagined EVER coming out of my mouth except in the wettest
of wet pedo dreams.



   "'k daddee!", Daria said brightly, flopping over on her back, and, in
the hottest of all fantasies, just lying there looking up at me with a
trusting smile on her little face, waiting for ME to undo her shorts and
take them off her.



   Feeling almost like I was going to pass out ('Breathe, man, breathe,' I
told myself!), I reached out and gingerly unbuttoned the waistband of the
shorts, then gripped the little zipper and pulled it slowly down,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.  My determination to breathe properly flew
out the window as the front panel of her tiny white cotton panties came
into view.  When the zipper was all the way down, I instructed Daria to
lift her hips up for a second, which she did without any hesitation
whatsoever, as I pulled her shorts down - off her hips and then over her
legs and feet, tossing them to the side.



   I looked back at my gorgeous 2 year old daughter, now lying there on her
back looking up at me with nothing covering her glorious babygirl cunt
except thin white cotton.  And in the most awesome of favorable
circumstances, the cloth directly over her pussy lips was creased and
nestled slightly inside them - producing, at least in a hardcore
pedophile's fevered brain, a visual of baby-girl pussy lips that was the
hottest fucking thing I had ever seen.



   In an alternate universe (for those fans of the sci-fi plot device that
multiple universes branch out from every moment in which we make decisions
about something), I went totally batshit crazy with pedophile lust at that
point - hooking my fingers under the waistband of Daria's panties, yanking
them off her, grabbing her by the ankles and spreading her tiny legs wide,
covering her entire tiny bald pussy mound with my mouth and sucking on it
like there was no tomorrow, then crawling up over her tiny body and
slamming the underside of my throbbing cock up against her soft wet
hairless cunt, humping my rock-hard cockshaft up and down against her tiny
slit, grinding it SO.  FUCKING.  HARD.  against my babygirl, feeling the
hot wetness of her oh-so-tiny fuckhole sliding against my cockshaft, until
I shot my fucking load, emptying my aching balls in a geyser of hot cum
that erupted between our bodies and splattered all over her tiny tummy and
chest and chin and face...



   In an alternate universe, that is.



   In the REAL universe, I just stared at her luscious little panty-clad
pussy for as long as I thought I could get away with it (probably only 2 or
3 seconds) without Daria sensing anything weird happening, then smiled and
crawled back up next to her, instructing her to turn back over on her tummy
so that I could finish her "back wub".



   Still, Daria didn't seem to have a problem with anything that was
happening.  I continued playing my obscene little game, still determined
not to do anything that might upset my lovely daughter or even make her
sense that anything "wrong" was happening.  Meanwhile, I actually WAS on
the edge of going batshit crazy once Daria was lying face-down again (once
again with her face turned away from me!  FUCK YEAHHHHH!!!!)



   Even with her lower legs and feet lying flat down on the blanket, her
little ass, now oh-so-visibly-and-tightly-outlined in just white cotton
panties, was the most magnificent sight I had ever seen.  Not that the rest
of her was too shabby, of course - lying right next to me was a gorgeous
little girl that I wished I could spend the entire night ravaging.  It's
just that, lying face down, her ass was so prominent and protruded so
suggestively, it was like a work of art.  Sent from God (or the universal
cosmic force, or whatever deity one preferred) to torment pervs like me, I
thought wryly.



   And so fucking tiny.  Her whole body was so tiny.  After all, she was
only a month or so past her second birthday and was just three feet tall!
GodDAMMIT, I had a hard motherfucking cock for a 2 year old babygirl.  My
own adopted 2 year old daughter, no less.  A motherfucking toddler.  A
gorgeous little babygirl who could barely speak in complete sentences.  Who
I was kneeling right next to, lusting after her hot little body and
drooling at her so-tiny-and-yet-so-fucking-sexy ass that seemed to be just
begging to have a man's hands gripping it.  Gripping those tiny round
bubble-butt ass cheeks and spreading them apart so a big hard motherfucking
pre-cum dripping cock could be driven into it...



   FUCK!!!  Lapsing into that alternate universe again...



   I slowly began to run both my hands all over her soft, warm little body
again.  Running my fingers through her soft, fine blonde hair.  Feeling the
warmth of her back and sides through the thin material of the pink cotton
t-shirt.  Taking my time to revel in how it felt to simply feel her tiny
sexy body, without even making a pretense of massaging her again yet.  And
although I had never massaged her in that way before (simply running my
hands softly over her skin), Daria seemed to think nothing of it - in fact,
she seemed to be enjoying it and even shuddered slightly a couple of times
in response.



   Then, even though I had also never really massaged her legs before, I
decided to spend a little "quality time" copping a good, long,
cock-stiffening feel of her hot little legs and feet.  Many's the time that
I had jacked off intensely to the thousands of pictures I had collected
from the internet, of naked little girls.  Focusing on every feature and
body part at various times, of course, but definitely many many hours
concentrating on the sexy legs of little girls from toddlers to age 10 or
11 - wishing so much that I could actually touch those legs.  Slide my
hands over them while my stiff cock twitched and jerked.  Feeling that
warm, so-soft, never-been-shaved,
barely-there-downy-little-girl-furlike-hair on my palms as I ran my hands
up the tiny shapely calves...  knees...  thighs...  up toward the nirvana
of the naked little-girl pussy slit just waiting to be licked.  And sucked.
And pulled apart to expose the tiny pink fuckhole.  And FUCKED with a big
hard motherfucking cock.



   And JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, here I was about to fulfill that fantasy (the
feeling-the-legs part of it, anyway!).  With my own 2 year old daughter's
tiny but shapely and oh-so-motherfucking-hot little legs.  FUCK.  ME.



   "Daddy's going to massage your legs now, princess.  Wouldn't you like
that, baby?  It'll feel reeeaallly good, Daria!" I said softly to my
newly-minted little molestee.



   "oooh yes daddee!  Please daddee!" Daria cooed, obviously thrilled at
experiencing her daddy doing something new to her that was going to feel
reeeaallly good...



   I ran just my fingertips lightly up and down the backs of her thighs on
purpose (knowing it would probably tickle her), and it did elicit the
predicted response - little Daria giggled and kicked her tiny feet as I did
so; I then placed both my hands palm down on her thighs and began to knead
her legs firmly, in a way that I was certain would feel good to her - not
too hard and not too soft - and at the same time, gave me a good enough
feel of her legs that it reeeaallly fucking turned ME on.  By that time my
stiff cock had leaked enough pre-cum that I could feel with my cockhead
that the wet spot inside my briefs had grown; in fact, I looked down and
could see a tiny dark spot just starting to show through the front of my
sweatpants.  'Damn,' I thought, 'How to hide THAT from her, or explain it
away?'



   But for the moment I decided to just ignore that problem because I was
so, ahem, otherwise preoccupied.  I progressed down the little tyke's legs,
past the back of her knees and to her lower legs, which were so tiny
compared to my hands, I was able to wrap my fingers all the way around
them. I slowly lived the fantasy that I had jacked off to so many times in
the past, as I felt up a gorgeous little 2 year old girl's legs and
oh-so-tiny feet in their sexy white nylon, lace ruffle-top socks.  Not
being able to stand it any more (yet again), with Daria still looking away
from me, I kept feeling up Daria's legs with my left hand (going back and
forth from one tiny leg to the other) and gripped my cock again with my
right hand.



   Only this time, I couldn't stop myself and I slid my hand INSIDE my
sweatpants, AND briefs, and gripped my throbbing cock and starting
stroking.



   I figured I'd try to stay super-alert and if I saw Daria move to get up
and/or twist her head in my direction, that I would be able to yank my hand
out of my pants fast enough.  That was the theory, anyway...  The practice
was that I was going out of my motherfucking mind with lust.  Stroking my
cock while feeling up a pretty little 2 year old girl's legs was almost
more than I could fucking stand.  In fact, it only took about a minute for
me to feel the cum start welling up in my balls and that old familiar
feeling at the base of my scrotum that signaled an impending cum.



   But somehow, with a herculean effort, I managed to choke off the orgasm.
Partly because I was worried about being able to cum without making so much
racket that Daria would take notice, and partly because at that very moment
I had my second "inspiration" of the evening.  An idea that made me want to
not cum because I wanted the whole experience to last longer, in order to
enjoy the scenario I had just thought of.



   For one thing, I had already wanted to lavish some more attention on
Daria's hot little ass.  Actually feel that white-cotton-panty-clad butt.
And I had figured that massaging her legs for the first time might loosen
her up a bit and make her more receptive to me actually putting my hands on
her ass.  But then I had my "epiphany" - I was going to STRADDLE Daria.



   Now I had regularly straddled Anna while giving her massages, with her
lying on HER stomach - me straddling her on top of her thighs while I
worked on HER back and ass.  And I knew Daria had seen me doing that many
times, even though it had never even occurred to me to try to massage Daria
in that manner (that old "brake" thing again, obviously - subconsciously
thinking that it would look odd to Anna, maybe even inappropriate).



   But at this moment, without Anna around, I figured I could get away with
it as long as Daria didn't react adversely to it.



   So I decided to go for it.



   "OK princess, daddy's going to finish your massage by doing your back
and your...  ummm...  behind...  just like I do to mommy, would you like
that hunny bunny?" I said to her, again in my most soothing, loving voice.



   And once again, my little 2 year old, cock-hardening,
newly-used-for-daddy's-perverted-lusts, princess didn't disappoint, just
murmuring "'k daddee" into the blanket, seemingly almost on the verge of
falling asleep, she was so relaxed.



   'Fuck, all the better for me,' I thought to myself with glee, as I
raised up on my knees and threw one leg over her lower legs and feet, and
gently squatted until I could feel my butt resting on them, being careful
to hold myself up sufficiently such that there was hardly any weight on her
- just feeling my ass brushing against her tiny little feet, which was a
turn-on too.



   And there I was, looking right down at that luscious, tiny 2 year old
ass.  MO--THER--FUCK--ER.



   About to put my hands on that excruciatingly sexy, protruding, rounded,
white-cotton-panties-stretched-tight-over-it, hot little babygirl bubble
butt.  MO--THER--FUCK--ER.



   I initially put my hands up on her shoulders, to continue the illusion
of giving her an innocent massage, and spent a minute or so working my way
down her back, until I had reached the promised land.  And there was no
more mindblowing promised land than a little girl's ass.  Your own 2 year
old daughter's ass, no less.



   Trying to keep my hands from shaking uncontrollably, I ran the palms of
my hands down over those two tiny globes of little-girl ass, on top of the
white cotton panties.  I squeezed them gently, ostensibly to massage them
but in reality...  to turn myself on.  And turn myself on it did.  My cock
lurched in my sweatpants, stiffening to an almost painful degree, as I
squeezed my 2 year old babygirl daughter's ass with my hands.  Being only
2, she was so tiny that the outstretched fingers of each one of my hands
almost completely covered each of her luscious little butt cheeks.



   For her part, Daria seemed to become a little more animated once I
started feeling up...  er, "massaging" her ass.  It must have felt good to
her - but then I suppose it feels good to anyone to have their ass
massaged, even if there isn't any component of sexual excitement to it,
which I couldn't imagine there being for a 2 year old.  But then again...
as I gently yet more and more firmly kneaded her buttocks with my fingers,
she actually seemed to lift her hips slightly to meet my hands, and emitted
what sounded almost like a little whimper.  'Moaning for daddee to make his
cock even harder while he molests you, hmmm you little babygirl slut?', I
thought in my fevered, perverted mind as my 2 year old responded to what
would, in any reality, be regarded as child molestation.



   I couldn't resist pushing things farther and farther...  As I kneaded, I
slid my fingers down over the sides of her hips, lingering for awhile and
"massaging" the sides of her hips until continuing to move my fingertips
around to the front of her hips, not having any difficulty sliding in
between her hips and the blanket because of the way she was slightly
lifting up her ass towards me.  Jesus Fucking Christ.  The tips of my
fingers were only a couple of inches from her fucking pussy, approaching it
from either direction, seemingly with a mind of their own (of course even
if they DIDN'T have a mind of their own, my own mind was almost gone - most
of the blood in my body now concentrated in my dick!).



   For a split second I considered going "all the way".  I was so fucking
turned on that I seriously thought I wasn't going to be able to resist
sliding my hands all the way under her and gripping her fucking pussy
mound. Her tiny little 2 year old girl cunt.  My breath was coming in
ragged bursts and I was slowly gyrating my hips, "fucking" my cock up
against the inside of my briefs to turn myself on even more.  I couldn't
take it.  I kept my left hand up under her, sliding inexorably on the
outside of her panties towards her pussy, now what couldn't have been more
than an inch away from it - at the same time pulling my right hand back,
not even taking the time to stick it inside my pants.  I just grabbed the
outline of my cockshaft on the outside of my sweatpants and started
yanking, almost immediately feeling a cum start to boil up from the base of
my scrotum...



   "RRRRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!"



   At that very moment the fucking phone rang!  GODDAMMIT, it was around
the time that Anna and I had planned for her to call, to check in with us
and tell Daria and me all about her first day of class!  Talk about Phonus
Interruptus!



   I let go of my throbbing cock and raised myself off of Daria while at
the same time she whirled around excitedly, knowing that it was Anna
because we had talked about how she was going to call every night.  "Mommy
call!  Mommy call!" she squealed, looking up at me as she stood up and
started hopping up and down.



   "RRRRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!"



   As massively sexually frustrated as I was, I realized that I had
probably just been saved from turning into a full-blown child molester.  If
I had actually come into contact with Daria's pussy, even on the outside of
her panties, I don't know what would have happened.  I might not have been
able to resist taking it past the point of no return and doing things to
her that she certainly would have known were "bad", and would have
remembered to tell mommy...



   "RRRRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!"



   I scrambled over to the phone on my office desk and picked it up,
hearing Anna's sexy Russian-accented voice on the other end.  And stood
there in a daze, doing my best to sound coherent and like nothing was out
of the ordinary.  Amazingly enough, I actually pulled it off.  Anna didn't
suspect a thing as we made small talk and lamented how much we missed each
other, etc.  etc.



   What would have been incredibly funny if it also hadn't made me even
more frustrated, was that as I was standing there talking on the phone to
Anna, little Daria was hopping around right in front of me, nagging me to
give her the phone so she could talk to mommy.  As she did so, several
times she actually bumped up against my crotch - up against my hard fucking
cock.  Now I could tell that because she bounced off me for only a split
second, and was so excited, that she didn't really notice that it was my
cock she actually came into contact with, but as for ME...  FUUUUUCKKK. 
Each time she nudged my cock I almost lost it - losing track of what Anna
was saying and just standing there looking down at my babygirl, fantasizing
about grabbing hold of her and grinding my hard fucking cock up against her
sexy little body until shooting my load from my now thoroughly blue
balls...



   "OK, Anna - I'm gonna put Daria on the phone now," I managed to get out
when it seemed like an appropriate point in the conversation, and knelt
down next to Daria and put the phone in her hands (both of them because
being only 2, she had to use both her tiny hands to hold onto the phone).



   I stayed on my knees next to Daria as she babbled excitedly on the phone
talking to her mommy - again my fevered brain working overtime and
realizing that she was so preoccupied that I could probably get away with
copping another feel of 2 year old babygirl butt...  I put my right hand on
the middle of her back and slowly slid it down and over onto the back of
her panty-clad little ass, and since not a few minutes ago I had been
vigorously massaging her ass with BOTH hands, Daria seemed to take no
notice of me gently sliding my hand around on her backside.  PERFECT.



   My cock began to throb almost painfully again as I continued to,
essentially, molest my little daughter.  As she talked on the phone to her
mommy.  To my wife.



   "'kay mommy!  I wuv you mommy!" Daria said into the phone and then
handed it back to me.  Again, I had enough presence of mind to say all the
right things and made kissing noises into the phone as Anna and I ended the
phone call.



   "Bathtime daddee!" Daria squealed as she bolted out of the office and I
suddenly realized that in only a few minutes I was going to get to see my
little babygirl NAKED.  Like so many other things that were being played
out with Anna gone, I realized that such things as Daria's bathtime were
taking on another whole dimension now that I could indulge in my perverted
lusts without Anna there.  Without ANYbody else there to curb my obscene
pedo appetites.



   Yes, in the last six months I had looked briefly into the bathroom as
Anna had given Daria her bath, not daring to gaze too long but having
gotten lots of nice looks at the cutie's sexy little body, especially
within the last couple of months as her tiny frame had become just mature
enough to look like a sexy little person.  Hot, sexy little legs.  That
amazing ass.  The two little pink microdots of her tiny nipples on her
little flat chest.  And, even a couple of good looks at the achingly sexy
little slit between her legs if Daria was standing up in the bathtub as
Anna washed her.  (Following THOSE lucky glimpses, I would sneak into the
bathroom and lock the door, and knowing that it would take another 10 or 15
minutes for Anna to finish giving Daria her bath, I could sit on the toilet
and jack myself off furiously, the image of gorgeous, naked little girl in
my mind as I splattered my load into the bathtub - after which I would
conscientiously wash it out, of course!)



   And now, I was about to give Daria her bath myself.  All by myself. 
Kneeling right next to the bathtub with my naked, glistening wet, soaped-up
little 2 year old babygirl inches away from me.  Gliding my hands all over
her soft, warm pink body, washing her thoroughly just like mommy would -
with what was essentially a license to thoroughly MOLEST her as I did so.



   I just HAD to relieve myself before I gave Daria her bath.  Otherwise I
would almost certainly lose my mind once she was standing there right in
front of me naked, and I began to put my hands on her luscious little
body...



   "ummm...  Daria, daddy needs to spend a few minutes in the bathroom, OK
princess?  I want you to stay in my office on your blanket and color a
little more while I do that and then I'll give you your bath, 'k?" I fairly
pleaded with her as I tracked her down having wandered into the living
room.



   "OK daddee!" Daria replied brightly.  I never got over how well-behaved
the little darling was, almost always doing anything I or Anna would ask
her to do without making a fuss (of course that would change in her early
teens, I mused).  I made a game of grabbing her and picking her up,
throwing her over my shoulder as she squealed and wriggled in delight, and
took her back to my office, plunking her down on her blanket.



   I then hurried into the bathroom and started the water running into the
tub - PERFECT, the running water was so loud I could jack myself off with
abandon.  I lowered the lid of the toilet and yanked my sweatpants and
briefs down to my ankles in one quick motion, then sat down and grabbed my
cock and began jacking off like I had never jacked off before - replaying
every obscene moment of the past hour; how I had essentially just molested
a little girl for the first time...  Every movement of my hands all over
Daria's body, especially how I had massaged her luscious little fucking ass
and then started sliding my hands around her front, inching towards the
center of her sex...



   WHAM!!!!  My cock exploded with a gut-wrenching cum, and as I performed
my usual routine of sliding off the toilet seat, kneeling and pointing my
cock into the bathtub (which was filling with warm water now), my eyes
glazed over as I watched my thick white creamy jizz plop into the water and
start dissolving.  "OH FUCK!" I realized to myself, "...  my little girl is
going to take a bath in my fucking cum!"



   I continued to pull on my cock as the last few spurts of cum shot out
into the bathtub, and when I had stopped shooting, completed my obscene act
by leaning over the bathtub and lowering my cock into the water, making
sure I deposited every bit of cum into the tub.



   It was going to be SO FUCKING HOT in a few minutes when I lowered Daria
into the bathtub, knowing (even though by that time you wouldn't actually
be able to see the cum in the water, having fully dissolved into it) that
my 2 year old daughter was basically having her daddy's cum wash all over
her hot little body...







   Daddy's Little Princess Daria, ch 3: The Bath

   Written by The Worshipper





   KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!



   As my cock started softening (after just having shot a huge load of cum
into the water in the bathtub), I heard my 2 year old adopted daughter
tapping on the bathroom door, eager for her bath.  Unlike a lot of kids,
Daria always loved her bathtime - before now, always with mommy, but
tonight for the first time with her daddy.



   Her very horny daddy.



   Her daddy that had just, within the last hour or so, turned into a
raging, almost out-of-his-mind, child molester.



   I pulled my briefs and sweatpants up to my waist, my cock reversing its
softening trend and starting to stiffen again as I considered what I was
about to get to do.  I was about to have my hands all over a gorgeous
little 2 year girl - including her tiny bald cunt.



   Having been raised in a very old-fashioned, traditional culture in
Russia, my new wife Anna had always taken care of all the "dirty" work,
such as changing diapers (and Daria had just completed potty training a
couple of months earlier anyway).  It was "woman's work," she would always
tsk-tsk, and gladly did all of that kind of stuff.  Which was fine by me
(being naturally lazy myself about that kind of thing and all manner of
housework, if the truth be told).  In fact, I pretty much considered that I
had hit the jackpot, to hook up with not only a beautiful young woman like
Anna, but one with that kind of traditional upbringing and habits.



   So of course I had gotten some occasional looks at Daria's bald little
pussy in the last 6 months during diaper changes and baths by Anna (being
careful not to stare too long, obviously), but hadn't had the opportunity
to get really close to it, much less get my hands on it.  As described
previously, with Anna around there was also a "suppression" effect going
on, with me actively suppressing my pedophile tendencies.



   Now, with Anna halfway across the country, those tendencies had - in
just one afternoon - taken the form of a rock-hard cock, spending every
second feverishly fantasizing about the obscene things that I was going to
be able to do to my 2 year old daughter during the week that Anna was gone.
An entire fucking week!



   My mind was already spinning with the various possibilities - but right
now, I was about to get my hands on the sexy little tyke - REALLY get my
hands on her in a "molesting" way - for the first time.  I took a deep
breath as I walked over to the bathroom door and pulled it open, seeing a
pedophile's wet dream standing there.



   Daria looked up at me, a big smile on her face and reaching up with both
her arms as she stood there in just her little white cotton panties.  She
had taken off all her other clothes and my cock lurched inside my pants
again as I reached down and picked her up under her arms, sliding one hand
under her luscious little ass as she nestled against my chest,
automatically wrapping her legs around my waist.



   I copped a good feel of her panty-clad ass as I walked her over next to
the bathtub, then put her down next to it and realized that she was
standing there looking up at me, apparently waiting for ME to take her
panties off.



   By this time my throbbing cock was making a pretty good tent in my
sweatpants, but Daria seemed to be oblivious to it, so I decided to stop
worrying about it - at least for now.  My cock jerked again - if she had
been looking right at my crotch she would have seen it move, but she was
looking right into my eyes - and I could feel more pre-cum oozing out of my
cockhead as I got more and more turned on...



   I got down on my knees in front of my 2 year old molestee and, with my
mouth getting dry and my heart racing, reached out and hooked my thumbs
inside the waistband of her panties.  Slowly - more slowly than really
necessary, but just to make it hotter for my own perverted benefit - I
pulled her panties down, exposing her oh-so-tiny, completely hairless, tiny
pussy slit to my gaze.



   I paused for a moment when the panties had just cleared my little girl's
sex, staring at what for a pedophile was the motherfucking promised land -
and then was jolted out of my hypnotized state by Daria looking at me and
saying innocently, "Daddee?  Whassa matter, daddee?"



   I let my breath out (realizing I had been holding my breath as I tried
to wrap my mind around the fact that my face was only about a foot away
from a 2 year old girl's pussy) and pulled Daria's panties down the rest of
her legs, with her putting her hands on my shoulders as she stepped out of
them, one tiny little foot at a time.



   "Nothing's the matter, princess...  Daddy's just happy that he gets to
give his little hunny-bunny her bath for the first time.  It's gonna be SO
much fun, right princess?", I tried to reassure her in my most
soothing-sounding voice.



   "Yes daddee!  Fun, daddee!", little Daria squealed as she held out her
hands again, obviously so that I could pick her up and put her in the
bathtub.



   I put my hands underneath her cute little arms and picked her up,
swinging her up and over the warm water and then lowering her gently into
it, making sure that it wasn't too hot for her.  (Even though I was
definitely hurtling down the road to pedophile hell at warp speed, planning
all manner of sick and twisted activities for the week, I had no intention
of EVER actually harming my precious little girl in any way - physically,
sexually, or psychologically...)



   And as she plopped down into the water, my cock jerked again as I
remembered the fact that the water had been "treated" with a big load of my
cum just a few minutes earlier.  As Daria splashed around in the water,
getting all wet from head to toe, I almost thought I could smell the cum
very slightly (even though that was probably just my perverted
imagination). But I was definitely getting off on the very real knowledge
that my cum was now literally all over Daria's body, soaking her hair, all
over her cute face - even splashing up into her tiny little pussy slit.



   Now, sitting next to the bathtub, there was a natural barrier - the side
of the bathtub - that prevented Daria from seeing what I was doing from my
waist down.  And I made sure of that by scooting up right next to the
bathtub.  Periodically I would spend 10 or 15 seconds reaching inside my
sweatpants and briefs, gripping my cock and furiously jacking myself off -
trying not to make too much movement with the upper part of my arm, and
remaining vigilant of what Daria was doing, really going for it only when
she was facing away from me or totally preoccupied in the tub with her bath
toys.



   As I stroked my fucking cock I thought I would go out of my mind.  There
I was jacking off while my gorgeous little 2 year old played naked in the
bathtub right in front of me, and not only that, her welcoming my left hand
into the bathtub to help her play with her toys, brushing up against
various parts of her body "accidentally".  Accidentally - yeah, right.  I
made sure that my hand came into contact with her body at every
opportunity, such as the back of my hand rubbing up and down the inside of
her thighs as we would play with her toys, coming agonizingly close to her
pussy several times.



   And then it was time for the bubbles.



   "Bubble bath daddee!  Bubble bath!", Daria squeaked in that high-pitched
little voice that all by itself could make my dick hard.



   "OK princess!  The bubbles are on the way!", I said laughing, trying -
and succeeding admirably, I thought - to maintain my loving-daddy and
perverted-child-molester split personality act.  I interrupted my cock
stroking to grab the bottle of bubble bath and squeezed a liberal amount
into the water, splashing it around with both hands to start the bubbles
and then being joined by Daria bouncing around with abandon, until there
was a good amount of foam in the tub.



   So on the one hand, with all the foam I couldn't see Daria's body as
well.



   On the other hand (no pun intended), it was time to be scrubbed.  For
Daria to be scrubbed, that is.



   Meaning that I was REALLY about to get my hands all over her hot little
body.



   "Wash me, daddee?  Jus' like mommy?", Daria fairly pleaded with me. 
Jesus fucking christ - a gorgeous little 2 year old was begging a pedophile
with a raging hardon to put his hands all over her naked little body.



   FUCK.



   Well, far be it from me to deny my little girl's wishes, I thought
wickedly.  I raised myself up on my knees and leaned forward, realizing
that I was going to be able to "dry hump" my cock up against the side of
the bathtub as I felt up my daughter.



   Even more wickedly, I unashamedly reassured my babygirl that I was going
to use my hands instead of the washcloth, because it would "get you all
nice and clean that way", and was rewarded with another bright,
enthusiastic "'k daddee!" from Daria.



   I leaned over and began grinding my cock inside my briefs and sweatpants
for some cushioning, up against the bathtub as I ran my hands firmly all
over Daria's beautiful little body as she stood in the bathtub in front of
me - very carefully scooping up enough water to clear the bubbles away from
her crotch so that I had an unobstructed view of her pussy.



   Slowly and sensuously I slid my hands all over her soapy body.  Down her
back.  All over her sexy little bubble butt.  Lingering on her tiny, flat
little chest and grinding my palms down onto the tiny little pink dots of
her nipples, even taking the chance to surrender in a small way to my
lusts, murmuring "...  let's get those cute little nipples of yours nice
and clean, sweetheart...", more for my perverted pleasure (and, in fact,
turning myself on) than for Daria's benefit.  With Daria giving me a
momentary questioning look but then seeming to think nothing more about it.



   And then it was time for her cunt.



   I had purposely worked myself into a fevered state by pressing my cock
up against the bathtub, to the point where it felt like I was close to
cumming, actually trying to time it so that I would be at that point while
my hands were on my babygirl's pussy.



   Daria stood facing to the side, to my left, as I worked both my hands
between her legs, my left hand on her cunt while my right hand slid between
her ass cheeks.  I tried not to completely lose it as I did something I
couldn't have imagined ever being able to do in my life - grip a little
girl's pussy mound with my hand.



   "Daddy's going to wash you real good between your legs, now princess. 
OK hunny-bunny?", I managed to get out without my voice breaking, even
though I felt like I was about to freak out.



   "'k daddee!", my 3 foot tall bundle of sex (at least from MY
perspective) giggled.



   I reveled in how it felt to have the palm of my left hand sliding up and
down over her tiny pussy mound, feeling the lips of her sex slightly part
and close as I did so.  I couldn't resist increasing the pressure of my
hand as it gripped her bald cunt (right up to the point where she might
think something unusual was going on), while at the same time I slid my
right hand underneath her, between her legs.



   And then something unusual DID start happening.  As the middle finger of
my left hand almost accidentally (but naturally, given the real estate)
slid ever-so-slightly between the folds of her tiny pussy lips, little
Daria let out a tiny whimper.



   Simultaneously what had to be the cutest, AND most excruciatingly hot
little mewing sound.



   While her entire body seemed to shudder a little.



   OH.  MY.  FUCKING.  GOD.



   I realized that what I was now doing was, essentially...  masturbating
my 2 year old daughter.



   At that moment my cock exploded inside my pants, and even though I had
just cum not a half-hour earlier, I was so fucking turned on by virtue of
holding my 2 year old daughter's cunt in my hand that it felt like my guts
were shooting out through my cock.  Fortunately, my crotch was up against
the side of the bathtub and completely hidden from Daria's view - if it
hadn't been she would have seen a big wet dark spot spreading all over it
as another huge load drenched my pants from the inside.



   But one small part of my mind managed to remain enough in control for me
to keep my cock pressed up against the bathtub, finishing my cum while at
the same time feeling Daria apparently having a good old time pressing her
babygirl cunny up against her daddy's hands...  If not having an actual
orgasm, she certainly seemed to be feeling good.



   After 15 or 20 seconds, as my cock stopped spasming and I became able to
think rationally again, I carefully slid my hands off Daria's pussy and ass
and continued down her legs, making a little show of finishing her bath. 
And feverishly hoping that I hadn't crossed the line with what had just
happened.



   As luck would have it, Daria seemed pretty unaffected.  Although she did
have a funny little smile on her face, she didn't seem to be at all upset.
So I lifted her out of the bathtub and when she pointed at the big dark,
wet spot on my crotch and giggled, I thought fast and just made a joke
about having splashed some water from the tub all over myself, and that
excuse seemed to work just fine.  I wrapped my little princess in a big
towel and spent a minute or two drying her off, then scooped her up and
tried to keep things as light as possible as I carried her to her bedroom,
blowing raspberries on her neck and shoulders as she giggled and wriggled
around in my arms.



   I spent another couple of minutes standing in her doorway, admiring how
hot my little babygirl was and reliving in my mind those moments in the
bath that I was cumming while at the same time she seemed to be getting
pleasure from me having my hands between her legs; watching her as she took
off the towel and stood naked in front of me again before pulling on her
tiny pink disney princess jammies, something that Anna was proud that she
had just recently started being able to do by herself.



   And feeling my cock starting to stiffen AGAIN, for pete's sake.  I would
sit next to her on the edge of the bed after tucking the little beauty in,
reading to her for a few minutes until she got sleepy, all the while with a
hard cock beginning to twitch inside my pants again, pushing the cum around
inside my briefs, that was all gooey with the load I had just shot -
wondering if Daria could smell the musky scent of the load of sperm like I
could as I sat there next to her.  Of course, even if she did, she wouldn't
know what the smell was...



   GOD DAMN IT.  I had become a full-blown, perverted, motherfucking child
molester in one evening.



   And yet the best was definitely yet to come...





   Daddy's Little Princess Daria, ch 4: The Store

   Written by The Worshipper





   After leaving Daria slumbering peacefully, I went back to the master
bedroom and cleaned myself up in the adjoining bathroom.  I actually had to
resist the temptation to jack myself off - although I had cum twice that
evening already, I could have cum again just thinking about Daria's hot
little body and the already-quite-perverted things I had just done with
her.



   Even though I was sure that she hadn't really noticed my debauchery, I
reflected on how close to the edge I had surely gotten, and how incredibly
turned on I had been while I was running my hands all over her sexy little
body.  As I climbed into bed, my cock was still hard but I just lay there
planning what would be the next big event in my parade of little-girl
molestation activities...



   I knew that I just HAD to be able to use my 2 year old fucktoy AS a
fucktoy.  I just HAD to be able to lick and suck on her tiny bald pussy
like there was no tomorrow.  I just HAD to be able to grind my hard fucking
cock up against her cunt.  I just HAD to be able to mouthfuck her luscious
little babygirl mouth.  I just HAD to be able to splatter my fucking cum
all over her body.  All over her tiny hairless pussy mound.  All over her
pretty little face.  INto her pussy and INto her mouth.  While videotaping
it all so that I would be able to jack off to the obscene action over and
over again for the rest of my life.



   Unfortunately, she was probably just old enough to remember activity
THAT extreme; if she were conscious she would surely remember it and even
if not actually traumatized by it (which was also a possibility), she would
almost certainly be agitated enough and capable of verbalizing SOMETHING to
mommy that would set off alarm bells.



   If she were conscious.



   I knew that what I was going to have to do to satisfy my pedo lusts, was
to render her UNconscious.  And then I could abuse her tiny body in every
perverted fucking way I felt like (not harming her permanently in any way,
of course).  And, I would be EXTREMELY careful.  The gears spun in my
fevered brain as I went through every aspect of my "evil plan" over and
over...



   I would err on the side of caution.  None of those nightmare scenarios
like those psychopathic jokers in Canada a few years back, that married
couple who (among other mayhem and OTHER kidnapping and murders), drugged
the wife's 15 year old sister and videotaped both of them molesting and
raping her - but gave the kid too much of the drug, killing her by
overdose.



   Nope - I would give Daria just a little bit of children's Nyquil or some
other type of cold medicine.  A tiny amount that would probably be a tenth
of what any other self-respecting child molester would be tempted to (and
she was, after all, only 2 years old).  And then I would watch her very,
very carefully - making absolutely SURE that she was simply drowsy and
sleeping comfortably.  So small an amount that there would be NO WAY she
could conceivably be hurt, but even so, if I noticed ANY signs of distress
whatsoever I would immediately rush her to the emergency room (with the
totally believable excuse that she had, let's say, gotten ahold of some
cough medicine accidentally left out in the open by a house guest or
something...).



   Yes, it was taking a SMALL risk.  But I was going to give her such a
small amount that it seemed much more likely to me that she probably
wouldn't even go completely to sleep - and if THAT were the case, I would
just abort the whole "mission" and maybe try again later in the week.  And
even then, only giving her a tiny amount more on the second attempt...



   So, in other words...  I had the whole thing rationalized pretty well,
although I thought I was being cautious enough that nothing bad could
possibly happen.



   The next day I spent pretty much like the previous one for the first
part of the day - again, Daria kept me company in my office as I worked. 
Interestingly enough, she had decided to wear only a nice tight little pair
of white cotton panties along with another one of her disney t-shirts, so
periodically I would take a break from work and either gaze at her luscious
little bubble butt as she lay on her stomach on the blanket, or actually
kneel down and make a (supposedly innocent) little game of tickling her for
a few minutes - making sure that I copped a few good feels of babygirl
body.



   I was making sure that including the previous night in which I kept
myself from jacking off, and the first part of this day, that I was
building up at least a couple of big loads of sperm in my balls to let fly
during my planned molestation of Daria later.  I wanted it not only to FEEL
good, but also to LOOK good on film when I would splatter hot creamy jizz
all over the 2 year old...



   I made it to mid-afternoon and then I just had to get things going; my
cock was staying almost permanently stiff as one part of my mind
anticipated what I was about to do, and concentrating on my software
project became impossible.  I wrapped up what I was working on and much to
her delight and excitement, got Daria ready for a trip to the local
Walmart. She always loved to go out anywhere, whether it was to the
department store or grocery store or a mall.



   Very much on purpose, I had Daria change - taking off her t-shirt and
picking out a particular sundress for her that had two prominent
features... First, the top was a little loose-fitting, with
spaghetti-string straps and a top edge that was only an inch or so above
her nipples.  The end result being that any adult standing over her - next
to her, in front of her, or behind her, who looked down would be sure to
see plenty of views of little-girl chest and titty and nipple as the front
of the dress flexed and you could easily see down it.



   And secondly, I made sure that I picked a sundress that was also fairly
short - a few inches ABOVE the knees, so that when Daria was riding in a
shopping cart (as she LOVED to do) and thrashing around (as she also loved
to do), it would afford anyone who happened to be looking, plenty of good
looks up her dress.  Plenty of good looks at her panty-clad pussy.



   After all, this was the first time I was really going to be able to
indulge myself in a little debauchery that had crossed my mind a few times
since Anna and Daria had come to live with me 6 months earlier...  I had
had a few fleeting thoughts of what it would be like to take Daria out by
myself and "show her off", so to speak; but the opportunity just hadn't
presented itself and besides, there was that whole "pedophile suppression
effect" going on until now, with Anna always having been around.



   Now, after running through my mind before falling asleep the night
before, what I was going to be doing during this little shopping trip, I
could TOTALLY indulge myself in a little
"hey-looky-here-fellow-pedophiles-at-my-hot-little-daughter" debauchery.



   And then a wicked smile came over my face as I decided to REALLY go for
it.



   "Daria...  Princess?  Why don't you take your panties off, sweetheart?
Daddy needs to throw them in the wash, 'k?"



   I almost held my breath as once again I feared that Daria would be
freaked out by what I was asking her to do, but once again I was rewarded
with a bright "'k daddee!" from her as she reached under her sundress and
pulled down her panties, ever-so-cutely handing them right to me.



   "Good girl!  That's my good little hunny-bunny!  We won't bother putting
any other panties on, 'k princess...  I don't think you have any more clean
ones," I lied to her (knowing full well there WERE more clean panties in
her dresser).



   "'k daddee!  Wheeeeee!" Daria squealed, actually happy to be panty-less.
FUCK.  YEAH.



   My mind began to race ahead to when we would be in the store and I would
be wheeling around a luscious little 2 year old blonde hottie - a
pedophile's wet motherfucking dream - whose tiny bald cunt would no doubt
be exposed to anyone who happened to be looking as she squirmed around in
the shopping cart, especially when she would sit with her knees raised up,
as she had a habit of doing quite often...



   Many's the time in the years before I married Anna, that I would be the
pedo on the receiving end of those occasional glimpses of little-girl
charms; most times panty-clad pussies, with only a few naked pussies here
and there as a mom or dad would wheel THEIR little girl around in shopping
carts.  As well as a number of dick-hardening,
looking-down-the-shirt-or-dress-at-little-girl-titty experiences.



   I had even gotten so turned on by a few of those sightings that I had
had to hurry back out to my car from the store, and immediately pull my
cock out and furiously jack myself off, so that I could have the visual of
the little-girl pussy or titty fresh in my mind as I did so...



   And now...  FUCK.  YEAH.  I was going to get to "present" my hot little
girl to the drooling gaze of any other pedo maniacs just like me.  And
doing so was going to be a major fucking turn-on in and of itself.  I knew
that I would be hard the entire time, so I made sure to wear my sneakers
and loose sweatpants, along with an extra large, thick t-shirt that wasn't
tucked in, so that the bottom of the t-shirt went down well over my crotch.
That way no one would be able to see my hard throbbing cock as I wheeled MY
little girl around, getting off on the looks I would see on some guys'
faces as they walked past and maybe got a good long look at a gorgeous
babygirl's naked cunt.  Or as they stood near Daria and me and got a good
view down the front of her dress at that sexy little flat chest and the two
tiny little pink dots of her nipples...



   I drove my bundle of babygirl sex over to the local Walmart in our
minivan, looking in the rearview mirror periodically to admire my little
Daria, and noticing that about halfway to the store, her sundress skirt had
ridden far enough up her thighs (with her legs just happening to be spread
wide apart) to give ME a good unobstructed view of her tiny bald cunt.  I
tried to focus on my driving to keep BOTH of us safe on the road, having a
little difficulty - after all, what man could keep his eyes off a naked
pussy?  Especially, if you just HAPPENED to be a pedo, a pretty little 2
year old's?



   I got out of the van and carried Daria towards the store, with her
riding on my hip, straddling me such that her naked pussy was grinding nice
and hard against me (realizing that, in a week of firsts, it was the first
time THAT had happened).  I even thought I could feel a slight wetness
where her pussy gyrated against my side, although it could have just been
my fevered imagination...  In any case, as we entered the store and headed
towards the line of empty shopping carts, my cock was already stiff and
throbbing just from that!



   I deftly raised her up and put her in the little child seat of one of
the carts, facing me with her tiny legs sticking out towards me.  And then,
not wanting to even leave anything about my hot little pedo show to chance,
I glanced around to make sure no one was looking right at us, and I quickly
reached down and grabbed the sides of her sundress at her hips and tugged
them upwards a few inches - I was going to make damn sure that as much of
her cute little thighs, and yes, even her tiny bald cunt was visible to
anyone walking slightly behind us or past us.  Of course most people, men
OR women, wouldn't notice, and if they did, who would say anything?  The
ones that WOULD notice (and go out of their freakin' minds), would be guys
like me.  And like me, would be thanking GOD for getting a good look at a
luscious little-girl pussy...



   I proceeded to wheel Daria around, knowing that what I needed (the
children's cold medicine) was on the other side of the store, but making a
point of walking really slowly up and down each aisle.  With quick glances
and using my peripheral vision I checked out each guy who would walk by,
playing my wickedly fun game of "spot the pervert" and having a GRAND old
time.  As I made my way across the store I was sure that at least 3
different men made a point of staring at Daria - each event being a hot
little perverted experience for me.



   The first guy was probably in his 30's, clean cut with a snazzy-looking
business suit and tie on.  As I was stopped in front of a rack of
housewares, I noticed him standing across the aisle and slightly behind me
- i.e., at what was almost the perfect angle to be looking up Daria's
sundress.  When I glanced over at him, he quickly averted his eyes,
fidgeting with something on the shelf in front of him.  "Gotcha!", I
thought amusedly, and took a quick look at his crotch...  Can you say
BULGE? I could tell that he had what was probably a painfully trapped
erection in his pants, and to oblige the poor guy I made sure I stood well
back from my shopping cart and turned back to browsing some more of the
stuff on the shelf to my left, giving him plenty of time to gaze at naked
little-girl cunt.  Checking again by looking down at Daria, I could see
that her dress had ridden even farther up her thighs, and lucky for the
pedo across the aisle, she had her legs about as wide apart as it was
possible for her to, seated in the cart.  Heck, even I, standing right next
to her, had a pretty good view of her pussy, and I could tell from the
angles that Pedo Number One had to have a fucking GLORIOUS view of 2 year
old quim.



   I allowed the guy a good long look and then I casually started pushing
my cart down the aisle, noticing out of the corner of my eyes that he was
keeping pace with us, maintaining the same angle slightly behind us and
obviously (to me, anyway) trying to keep Daria's cunt in view.



   At the end of the aisle I suppose he decided to quit taking chances (as
I would regularly do when I myself would stare at little girls in public
places, after getting paranoid that someone would notice me staring -
especially parents!), and he seemed to wander off elsewhere.  (Later,
though, I noticed him circling back around the aisles we were in a couple
of times when I was on my way to the checkout lines - something I would
also do sometimes when I was enjoying a good little-girl sighting
myself...)



   Pedo Number Two was an old dude (not that I was THAT young myself, but
this guy had to be in his 60's - probably a retiree), wheeling his own cart
around.  I had made it to the cold medicine and remedies area of the store,
and was about to pick out the children's Nyquil that I was going to be
putting to such perverted use later, and had just decided to mix things up
a little by lifting Daria out of the cart's child seat (she had been
squirming around restlessly anyway) and plunking her down in the main part
of the cart so that she could play around in it.



   Of course I had an ulterior motive - one of the best little-girl
"sightings" I had ever had myself was a little 4 or 5 year old who was
sitting in the main part of a shopping cart, Indian-style with her skirt
almost all the way up around her waist...  And wearing what had to be the
most oversized panties ever worn by any little girl in all of human
history, with the consequence that from one angle, her naked vulva couldn't
have been more exposed if she had yanked her panties to the side herself.



   I figured that my hyperactive little princess would be climbing all over
the basket of the cart so much that she would almost certainly be flashing
naked little-girl cunt all over the place (and would in fact be amply
rewarded so).



   She had the whole body of the cart to clamber around in, and right as I
was picking out the Nyquil, Daria had hopped up and then gotten down on all
fours, such that her skirt had flopped up over her ass.  Yeah, you heard
me. OVER HER FUCKING ASS.



   Her head was toward me and she was playing one of her favorite little
games, pretending to be a kittycat and making meowing noises as she
pretended to clean herself like a cat, licking the sides of her hands.  And
meanwhile...  her luscious little 2 year old bubble butt was waving in the
air.  Her NAKED luscious little 2 year old bubble butt, that is.



   From my vantage point I couldn't see her cunt, but I knew from the way
she was waving her ass around and arching her back that from the front side
of the cart, her toddler vulva would be prominently on display.



   Now even for someone as perverted as me, it was a freakout situation. 
At the moment, there was no one else on that aisle, but what if someone
came around the corner and saw Daria like that?  Depending on the person,
such an extreme display might in fact be a little too much to take and the
"child abuse alarms" could go off...



   But in that moment that I hesitated (and I was only a split second from
reaching over and flipping Daria's dress back down over her ass), the old
guy came around the end of the aisle, saw Daria cavorting in the cart,
riveted his eyes right between her legs (quite obviously looking directly
at her pussy), and almost literally dropped his jaw on the floor.



   Before I had a chance to react, the wickedness of the moment overtook
me. From the expression on his face, I could almost instantly tell that the
guy liked what he was seeing.  REALLY liked it.  And then, all traces of
doubt were erased for me as the old man looked up at me and he smiled,
while licking his lips slightly.



   Now, in that situation, to anyone else, it would have been positively
creepy.  But to me, it was fucking HOT.  Another man was standing a few
feet away, looking right at my 2 year old daughter's naked cunt.  And then
on top of that, in what seemed like slow motion, the old guy pushed his
cart to the side and walked up to the front of mine (Daria still on all
fours doing her kittycat imitation).  My breath caught in my throat as he
extended his trembling hand - right towards Daria's pussy.



   I guess it was too much for the poor old guy, seeing a gorgeous little 2
year old blonde wiggling her naked ass and pussy around right in front of
him.  He had probably spent his entire life just like mine had been before
I married Anna - a frustrated pedophile who was only able to get off by
jacking to kiddy porn.  But when I saw him reaching for Daria I finally
snapped out of MY trance, and started reaching for her myself, not sure
whether I was going to pull her away from him, or slap his hand down...



   Fortunately for both of us, probably (me and the old guy, that is),
Daria just happened to tire of her kittycat act and chose that moment to
stand up in the cart, whereupon her sundress fell back down over her.



   And HE also seemed to come to HIS senses, jerking his hand back and
looking up at me sheepishly.  And with the both of us having successfully
stepped back from the edge of pedophile hell (just think about what would
have happened if someone ELSE had come down the aisle about 5 seconds
earlier), I just gave him a wry smile and backed my cart away, whipping it
around and heading for the checkout lanes.



   Pedo Number Three was the guy in line right in front of me.  We just
happened to be in the line that had the slowest checkout clerk in the store
(of course that was invariably the line I ended up in).  He looked to be
around my age (forty-something) and was accompanied by a young teen girl
(probably around 13 or 14) that I was assuming was his daughter.  She was
clutching a couple of feminine hygiene products while listening to her
iPod, pretty much oblivious to anything going on around her as she waited
in line, whereas "Dad", holding a six-pack of beer, would twist around
slightly and look at Daria periodically - on the third time looking up at
me and flashing a friendly smile.



   "Cute little one you got there!" he said warmly, followed quickly by
"... Just think, in only about 10 years or so she'll think she's all grown
up like mine here."



   "Un-hunh - can't wait," I said wryly, returning his smile.



   As the checkout lady fumbled with the receipt machine, trying to replace
the paper roll for the customer in front of us, I felt a little
uncharacteristically outgoing and decided that introductions were in order.



   "I'm Herb," I said, extending my hand.



   "Steve...  Steve Clark," my new friend replied.  Despite the fact that
he had taken a few good looks at Daria already, I still hadn't tagged him
as being a pedo, until - right when we were shaking hands - I noticed him
looking down at her and could tell that he was, in fact, looking right down
her sundress at her chest.  Daria was sitting in the bottom of my cart
again, facing away from me and towards him, puttering around playing
make-believe about something, and leaning slightly forward.  So I knew that
the top of her dress was probably well-separated from her chest and that
Steve had a damn good view of her tiny titties and nipples.



   In fact, it was actually pretty comical, as I examined his face and
could see him pretty obviously little-girl-chest-staring and because of
that distraction, the handshake lasted longer than it should have.  After
about 5 seconds he seemed to come back to his senses and let go of my hand,
stepping slightly back and smiling nervously.  I decided to try to put him
at ease and simultaneously, give him a cleverly-worded opening in case he
was, in fact, the kind of guy I thought he might be...



   "Miss having a little one, eh?  They're so much more agreeable when
they're little, aren't they?" I said with a sly smile.



   "Oh, you know it!" Steve agreed enthusiastically.  At that point, he
looked me right in the eye, in what seemed like a questioning way.



   "Take my little Daria here," I continued, "...  I can't tell you how
much fun I've been having with her lately!", and finished with a wink.



   "I'll bet," Steve responded, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. 
And, at the same time, after glancing back and forth from Daria to me a
couple of times, looking down at Daria again - on what I knew for sure was
her chest.  This time he gazed for what had to be about 15 seconds right at
her titties, and BINGO - yet another crotch bulge inspired by my 2 year old
vixen.  On Steve, that is; of course I had had a bulge in my crotch ever
since entering the store (although not visible to anyone else).



   By looking right at it I was sure I could see a bulge growing in Steve's
crotch area - he'd have to watch it or it would get out of control and
start to be obvious to everyone around us.



   Comically, Steve actually seemed to realize the same thing at the same
time, and after getting a good long eyeful of 2 year old girl titties and
nipples, looked back up and took a deep breath, looking at me again knowing
that what he had just done had probably been obvious enough to either (A)
Get the shit beaten out of him by a disturbed daddy, or (B) Strike up that
rarest of friendships, between two pedos.



   As he looked back up at me, the smile on my face pretty much provided
him with the answer.  But if there was still any doubt on his part (and
there wasn't on mine, I figured I had pretty much "made" him hehe), I
decided to eliminate it for sure.  It was time for the coup-de-grace...  At
that point I leaned over and put my hands underneath Daria's arms, making a
point of putting my palms on the tops of the sides of her sundress so that
when I picked her up, it made her dress slide up a few inches.  And then,
clutching her to my chest, I put one hand around her waist, hiking her
dress up even more so that a good 2 or 3 inches of bare little girl ass
showed at her bottom, with my other arm underneath her so that she was
being supported by it - copping a good feel myself of her tight little
butt.



   It was definitely an obvious enough display of naked little girl flesh
(excruciatingly visible to Steve as he stood a few feet in front of me, yet
hardly visible to the people in the adjacent lines), that I knew I would be
able to tell from his reaction just what kind of guy he was.



   And it was pretty much what I had expected - Steve's eyes widened as he
looked down at where Daria's dress ended and her soft pink ass flesh began,
several inches of it, as I cradled the little tyke against my chest.  And
then to top it all off (and despite all the other "adventures" I had had in
the store so far, this was the thing that really blew MY mind the most),
Steve's young teen daughter just happened to turn around - still with her
iPod buds in her ears and bopping to some tune - and see what was going on
behind her.



   It seemed like it only took a couple of seconds for her to see what was
going on - she looked first at me, holding my toddler daughter in my arms
with several inches of smooth, pink, little-girl ass flesh on display, and
then at her father, raising her eyebrows with what seemed to me to be a
clear recognition that her daddy was staring right AT that several inches
of smooth, pink, little-girl ass flesh - and then SMILING A WICKED SMILE
AND ROLLING HER EYES.  And taking a disdainful glance at me before turning
back around, seemingly without a care in the world - bopping to her music
in an even more exaggerated fashion.



   'Wow!', I thought to myself, 'I'll bet there's some history between
these two!  Some TABOO history no doubt...'



   My mind started spinning up whole new lines of obscene fantasies,
involving Steve and HIS daughter, Steve and me and MY daughter...  Was
Steve's wife in the picture?  Et-cetera Et-cetera Et-cetera...



   Meanwhile, despite my best efforts, Daria's dress had started to inch
down over her ass as she squirmed against my chest, and as Steve and his
daughter (whose name I would come to find out later, was Amanda) moved up
to the cashier, I plunked her back into the shopping cart seat and
following them, got checked out myself.



   And in what I was sure was a pretty obvious ploy to "hook up" with us
again, I found Steve and Amanda right outside the store, Steve looking at
some plants they had on display, and Amanda, of course, impatient to get
going.  When Steve saw me exiting the store, pushing Daria in my cart, he
came up alongside us and after some small talk on the way out to our cars,
nervously suggested that we meet up sometime...



   Again, I made things easy for him (even though getting to know a fellow
pedo was a new experience for me, I was in fact thoroughly enjoying it - as
well as previously mentioned, already beginning to spin obscene fantasies
in my mind), and welcomed the invitation.  In fact, maybe he could visit me
and Daria at MY place (and I made sure to include Daria's name in the
invitation, making the subtext of things even more obvious).



   Well, needless to say, Steve thought that was a FINE idea.  And I had a
new obscene fantasy to start planning for later in the week, before Anna
got back...





   Daddy's Little Princess Daria, ch 5: The Nap

   Written by The Worshipper





   After I got home I tried to remain calm, as the saying goes, but in
reality I was going out of my mind with lust.  I had gotten another couple
of good looks at Daria's naked cunt on the drive home and I was fucking
PRIMED.  The cum I had managed to store up in my balls since the previous
evening was beginning to ache - after having had a stiff cock almost the
entire time we were in the store, I actually had a nice little case of blue
balls.



   But I was determined to get some relief.  Using my gorgeous little 2
year old sex toy's hot fucking body.



   I made both of us a light meal and made sure Daria ate most of hers; the
food would not only make her a little drowsy after the excitement of the
trip to the store, but it would be better for her considering that she was
about to be sedated.  Then, my hands slightly trembling from MY excitement,
I warmed up a bottle of milk for her (only about a third full to make sure
she drank all of it) and when it was ready, measured out and added a small
amount of the cold medicine.  Such a small amount that I couldn't believe
it could possibly cause her any actual harm - in fact, I was almost
expecting that it wouldn't be enough.  In other words, that it wouldn't put
her into a deep sleep at all.  But better safe than sorry...



   It was a good time for a nap anyway - after the trip and the snack, she
was naturally sleepy already.  I reinforced that by making a fuss about it
being "nap time" for my little princess (in fact it was later than her
usual lap time due to the trip to the store), and carried her into her
bedroom and tucked her into her little princess bed.  I then handed Daria
the spiked bottle of milk and watched her suck greedily on it, finishing
off the whole thing in a couple of minutes.



   I sat there next to her bed with my laptop for a good hour, spending the
time surfing the net for pictures of pretty little girls, and occasionally
checking on her as she feel asleep just like she always did, then
monitoring her vital signs closely.  Her breathing seemed totally normal;
after an hour, I had satisfied myself that she was doing fine.



   And then my cock started stiffening as I moved to the next phase of the
plan.



   I began to test her reactions.  First I pulled the blanket and sheets
down off her, and gently tickled her feet (her feet being VERY ticklish).
No response.  Then I put my left hand on her inner thigh and slid it along
her soft, warm skin (after getting home from the store I had changed her
back into panties and a t-shirt).  All the way up to her panty-clad pussy.
I started rubbing the index and middle fingers of my left hand up and down
the tiny crease of her pussy, on top of the panties - first lightly, then
applying more and more pressure, until I was sure that if she had been in a
"normal" sleep, the amount of force I was rubbing her pussy with would
certainly wake her up.



   No response.



   My testing of her reactions slowly began to morph into the molestation
itself; I decided that I would kiss her luscious little lips so I leaned
over and covered her tiny mouth with mine.  Her 2 year old mouth was so
small compared to mine that I had to tightly purse my lips to really feel
her tiny lips rubbing against mine.  I alternated between pursing my lips
and widening my mouth, making excruciatingly erotic sucking motions and
noises, reveling in how it felt to lustily kiss a 2 year old girl on the
mouth.  I couldn't get enough of it - and had to stick my hand into my
pants and grab my cock, jacking it as I pressed my mouth down on hers
harder and harder.  With one part of my mind (the part that wasn't just
totally getting off on kissing a little girl) I figured this would be the
last full test of the state she was in before I completely went for it...



   And little Daria slumbered on, occasionally slightly moving and making
typical deep sleep noises.  I could have jacked myself off right then and
there as I was kissing her, but managed to hold myself back and sit back
and look at her for a few more minutes, just to make sure that she seemed
to be doing OK.  I wiped a bunch of my saliva off her mouth and chin, that
I had deposited while using her tiny mouth for my perverted pleasure (and -
at least at this point - I had deliberately kept from french-kissing her or
forcing her mouth open, to prevent the possibility of her choking on my
spit), and looked at my hot little fucktoy.



   She was ready.  Ready to have her little body molested.  Ready to have
my hard motherfucking cock pressed up against every part of her hot little
fucktoy body and my hot cum shot all over her.  Ready to have all the
raging pedo fantasies that I had built up over my entire life acted out on
her - everything except having her pussy fucked by my cock, of course, as
she was too young and her 2 year old pussy was way too small for a grown
man's cock.  But her mouth - now that was a different story.  I figured
that her mouth was JUST big enough to take my hard fucking cock. 
Girth-wise, that is; of course I would probably only be able to get a
couple of inches of cockshaft length into it.  I would be the first to
admit that I only had, at best, an average-sized cock; it wasn't
particularly large in girth OR length, but in this particular situation,
that was going to be PERFECT.  It meant that I would be able to thrust my
erection into little Daria's mouth without hurting her.  I estimated that
it would just barely fit (which was going to look hot on the video, seeing
her tiny mouth stretched as wide as it would go with hard cock).



   When I was satisfied that Daria was doing OK, sleeping really soundly
but otherwise fine, I went to get my new digital video camera equipment. 
State of the art, high resolution - and now about to record some hard core
motherfucking kiddy porn.



   I set the camera up on a tripod next to the bed and made sure that the
lighting was just right and would make for a good recording.  And, I went
to the trouble of hooking up my laptop to the video out from the camera, so
that I could see exactly what the video looked like.  Then I started the
recording on a wide shot and began stripping my little girl's clothes off,
checking the screen every so often to make sure that my perversions were
being recorded perfectly...



   Damn.  It was even hotter WATCHING myself molesting a 2 year old girl,
than it was just doing the molesting!  At various times throughout the next
couple of hours, I would alternate between being totally into what I was
doing and ignoring the camera, and at other times finding myself performing
for the camera - not only being turned on beyond belief, but enjoying
looking over and pretending I was shooting the kiddy porn equivalent of a
porn movie and trying to make what was being recorded be as obscenely hot
as possible.



   My cock was already throbbing as I began molesting my babygirl fucktoy
in earnest.  I grasped the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands and began
slowly pulling it up over her chest - when her tiny pink nipples became
exposed, I just had to pause there and immediately suck on them, her
t-shirt bunched up at the top of her chest.  God, how I had fantasized for
so many years about sucking on little girls' nipples, as I had jacked off
countless times to pictures of naked little girls downloaded on the
internet...  I would spend hours almost drooling over closeups of their
chests - especially all the hot pics of gorgeous little Russian girls -
where the camera was only a few inches away from their sexy little titties,
wishing I could suck on those tiny pre-pubescent nipples.



   Well, now I was doing it.  I put my hands on the sides of Daria's little
chest and lowered my mouth to those luscious little titties and began
licking and sucking.  Back and forth from one to the other, making the
nastiest slurping and smacking sounds as I sucked each tiny pink nub HARD
between my lips, sucking on it and licking it with my tongue inside my
mouth, for a good 30 seconds before letting it pop out of my mouth.  I did
that for awhile and then realized that the camera was still on a wide shot
- which was great, those wide shots would look good, but I reached over and
took it off the tripod, and checking the shot on the laptop screen for
focus, angle and hotness, I held the camera just a few inches from where my
mouth was sucking on 2 year old girl titty.  I got a good 2 or 3 minutes of
closeup babygirl titty-sucking that way, and GodDAMN it was fucking hot.  A
grown man sucking on little girl tit.  HELL YEAH!



   I put the camera back on the tripod and pulled Daria's t-shirt up and
off, and then went through a similar routine with kissing her, resuming the
almost frantic kissing of her mouth I had been doing earlier.  I let the
wide shot get me crouching over my 2 year old daughter, now naked except
for her white cotton panties; me naked and stroking my painfully erect cock
with my right hand as I held Daria's head in place with my left hand,
kissing her HARD on the mouth, again making the nastiest slurping and
sucking sounds as I used her tiny mouth to turn myself on.  After kissing
her lustily for awhile I looked to the side to see what it looked like on
the screen and I almost shot my fucking load.  HOLY FUCKING SHIT, it was SO
FUCKING HOT to see a grown man kissing a little girl - at least the way I
was kissing Daria, mashing my mouth down hard on hers and alternately
sucking and smacking on it like I was feasting on it.  I then took the
camera again and got some more closeups.  GodDAMN did they look so
MOTHERfucking hot, too.  And then I decided that I just HAD to get some
french kiss tongue action with my babygirl.



   I had avoided it so far because I was worried that lusty french kissing
action might cause my saliva to run down her throat and accidentally choke
her - but then I thought, maybe turning her head to the side might prevent
that from happening...  I carefully turned Daria's body on her side, right
on the edge of the bed, and placed her pillow under the side of her head,
and then I knelt down on my knees next to the bed at her face, and went to
town on 2 year old mouth with my tongue.



   I had also positioned the camera, on its tripod, right next to our
heads, just a foot or so away, and it recorded an achingly obscene
spectacle.  I took Daria's face in both my hands and covered her mouth with
mine.  Then I slowly thrust my tongue between her tiny lips and began,
essentially, to fuck her mouth with my tongue, pulling my mouth slightly
away from hers every so often so that the video would show my tongue
thrusting erotically into her mouth, then clamping my mouth down on hers
again.  I spent a good 3 or 4 minutes mashing my mouth up against hers,
frenching my 2 year old daughter - every once in a while alternating down
to her titties and sucking on each toddler nipple for awhile before
returning to her little mouth.



   And then it was time for her cunt.



   My cock was ACHING for contact with little-girl cunt.



   I put the camera back on the tripod with a wide shot and then almost
yanked off Daria's panties.  My straining cock was oozing a big clear bead
of pre-cum from the cockhead, and I was about to put that pre-cum to good
use.  I turned Daria's body so that her head was in the middle of her bed
and her tiny legs were hanging over the edge of the bed at me.  I made sure
the tripod was at an angle so that it would record good shots of me using
Daria's 2 year old quim to jack myself off with, then stood up and grabbed
her tiny ankles and pulled her toward me.  As her ass slid to the edge of
the bed, the underside of my cock came into contact with soft, warm, moist
2 year old little girl cunt.



   I almost couldn't believe what I myself was seeing as I looked down at
where my cockshaft was sliding up and down the length of Daria's tiny bald
pussy.  Holy shit...  I had just about reached the promised land of
pedophilia, having my cock grinding up against a babygirl cunt - the only
thing that could possibly be any better would be actually fucking a little
girl.  A little girl of at least 8 or 9 years old, I figured - whatever the
earliest age was that a little girl's pussy was big enough to take a grown
man's cock...  But of course, I didn't even really anticipate that ever
happening - not with ANY little girl, much less Daria.



   But for now, I was more than satisfied with what I was actually doing -
in fact, I was almost out of my fucking mind with lust.  I pulled back a
few inches and took my cock in my hand, guiding my cockhead right to her
tiny slit, pressing it up against those heavenly little-girl pussy lips and
smearing my pre-cum all over them (and LOVING the way my cockhead felt up
against her cunt), then resuming the sliding of the underside of my
cockshaft up and down against her pussy.



   I was actually feeling like I could shoot a load right then and there,
but I wanted to prolong things so I slowed my humping and spent a minute or
two just pressing my cock HARD up against her cunt, right where my
cockshaft met the top of my balls.  It felt so fucking perverted feeling my
balls grinding up against a 2 year old girl, and looking down and seeing my
hard cock jutting out obscenely at an angle from between our bodies.  I
looked over at the laptop screen to check out the action and my cock
lurched again as I saw how the whole debauched scene was being framed
perfectly in the video window - a grown man towering over a 2 year old
babygirl as she lay on her back on her cute little princess bed, holding
her tiny legs by the ankles as he fucked his hard cock up against her tiny
cunt.



   After performing for the camera in that pose for a few minutes, I
decided I would come back to her cunt later (in other words, come back to
CUM on it later) and slid Daria back onto her side on the edge of the bed
like she had been before when I was kissing her mouth.  Only this time -
this time I was going to FUCK her mouth.  FUCK that little 2 year old
babygirl mouth with my cock.  And I was going to shoot my first load of the
night, too, into her mouth.



   I made sure the camera was positioned fairly closely and that the video
would frame right where my hips and Daria's mouth were, and then I grabbed
two big handfuls of soft, fine, platinum blonde hair in my hands on either
side of her head and put my cockhead up to her mouth.  I spent a minute or
two just getting good video of my (relatively, compared to her tiny face
that is) huge erection...  GodDAMN was it fucking hot seeing a grown man's
cock pressed up against a 2 year old girl's face.  Sliding against her
little cheeks.  Nestled between her slightly parted little mouth.  Me
lifting my cock up out of the way and pressing my balls up against her
face. Grinding my balls up against her mouth.



   And then it was time.  It was time to mouthfuck my little 2 year old
daughter.



   I guided my cockhead up to her tiny mouth and began pushing it in,
parting her little lips.  I thought I might have to open her mouth up with
one of my hands, but surprisingly enough, her mouth seemed to open with no
problem at all.  I was consumed with lust as I looked down and saw my cock
stretching her tiny babygirl mouth wider and wider, until I could feel that
just as the head of my cock popped into the inside of her mouth, there was
no way her mouth could be stretched open any wider.  It was the most
obscene motherfucking thing I've ever seen - either by looking down right
at my cockhead being just inside a 2 year old girl's mouth, the ridges of
the cockhead clearly visible right inside the edges of her mouth because of
how tightly stretched it was, or looking over at the laptop screen and
seeing what looked like the most hardcore fucking kiddy porn I had ever
seen...  And it was ME no less!



   I got some even hotter-looking shots by rotating my hips around and
gripping my cock in my hand so that it jutted out of her tiny mouth at
several angles...  Some of the poses like the ones you see in mainstream
porn where the guy is sticking his cock into the girl's mouth at an extreme
angle and making her cheek stick out with his cockhead; and letting just a
small amount of the ridges of one side of my cockhead barely come back out
of the side of her mouth before sticking it back in.



   And then it was time to fuck that little mouth.  I put my left hand at
the back of her neck and my right hand on the top of her head, and making
sure that her face was totally sideways (in fact, even turning it a bit
towards the floor to make sure none of her own saliva found its way into
her throat), I started sliding more of my cock into her mouth.  As I
expected, in such a tiny, toddler-aged girl I was only able to get a couple
of inches of cockshaft into her mouth before feeling the cockhead butt up
against the back of her throat.  But that was fine with me.  Holy SHIT did
it fucking feel good.  I had my cock inside a 2 year old girl's mouth.  I
was MOUTHFUCKING a 2 year old.



   It was warm.  And wet.  And tight.  Fuck, it felt just like what I
imagined an 8 or 9 year old girl's pussy must feel like.



   I started thrusting in and out of her mouth - not completely out, just
back until the ridges of my cockhead were just barely inside her lips, then
back in for a few inches worth of thrusting inwards.



   I.  Was.  Fucking.  A.  Little.  Girl.  In.  The.  Mouth.



   Harder.  And faster.  Using my 2 year old adopted daughter's mouth with
my cock.  Fucking it as if I were fucking a pussy.  And I was going to
fucking CUM.  I was going to fucking cum NOW.



   "Arrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
auuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" I bellowed as my fucking load shot up
from my aching balls, up through my rock-hard cockshaft, and started
spurting into the small amount of space that was in her mouth that was not
taken up by 2 inches of grown man cock.  I wanted to be careful not to
shoot cum down her throat but I was so crazed with lust at that moment I
was almost losing control.  I was raised up on my toes, the muscles in my
legs and buttocks like steel bands as I came into Daria's mouth.  I suppose
I was lucky in more than one way; even though the inside of her tiny mouth
filled up with cum within just a few seconds, the cum didn't force itself
down her throat...  instead, when there was no more room, it started
spurting out of the two corners of her mouth, where there was just enough
room around my cock at those points to let it out.  As I came...  and
came...  and came, like I had never come before in my entire life.  I
changed from looking down at myself overflowing Daria's mouth with cum, to
the computer screen - and my cock actually jerked all by itself inside her
mouth as I watched what was going down on video.



   A grown man standing over a gorgeous little 2 year old toddler girl, his
hard cock buried several inches in her mouth, stretching it obscenely wide
as little white jets of jism spurted out from either side of her mouth
around the cock, some of the cum streaming in thick white rivulets down the
bottom of the cockshaft, while some of it flowed around and down and joined
together on her chin and left cheek, then drooping down in obscene-looking
strings before dropping to the floor...



   "GodDAMMIT that felt good," I murmured as my cock stopped spasming and I
returned to my senses.  My cock was actually still pretty hard inside
Daria's mouth, and I decided that it would look the hottest if I pulled my
cock out nice and slow while it was in fact still hard.  I slowly pulled my
hips back, erotically sliding my cock out of the tyke's mouth, the cockhead
making a little sucking noise as soon as the cockhead ridges cleared her
lips.



   At which time a big dollop of creamy white jism slid out of the corner
of her mouth, drooping off the side of her face for a few seconds before
falling off.  FUCK.  And caught perfectly on camera, hehe.  In fact, I took
the camera off the tripod and moved it up to within a few inches of her
face and got some good closeups of a freshly-mouthfucked babygirl. 
Mouthfucked and mouthCUMMED no less - as I held the camera in my right
hand, I put my left hand back on the back of her head and grabbed a clump
of her hair, angling her face down towards the floor so that even more cum
flowed right out of her mouth.  Creamy white jism mixed with some of her
saliva, I could tell.  GOD what a hot closeup scene that was.



   When it looked like almost all the cum had emptied out of her mouth, I
shifted her position on the bed again like it had been before, when I was
humping her cunt.  I was going to do that again - only this time I was
going to do it until I shot a load all over her.  Her pussy.  Her chest. 
Her face.



   First I had to spend a few minutes recovering.  In my 20's - maybe even
into my mid-30's - I would have been able to get hard again almost
instantly (especially considering what it was that was actually MAKING me
hard).  But now in my mid-40's it was going to take a few minutes.  I
checked on Daria to make sure that she seemed to be doing OK...  Breathing
normal.  Pulse normal.  Seemingly in just a fairly deep sleep - check.



   So I went to the kitchen and popped open a cold beer.  And stood there
sipping it as I replayed the events of the evening thus far in my mind.  I
couldn't believe that I was actually, largely fulfilling my wildest
fantasies involving little girls.  Sure, it would be even better if I were
able to get my cock inside a little girl's cunt - but that certainly wasn't
going to happen anytime soon.  Even so, what I was being able to do now was
so far beyond my most fevered dreams that it was blowing my mind.  In fact,
as I stood there thinking about it my cock began to stiffen again.  I was
looking forward to using Daria's quim to make myself cum, and to seeing my
load splattering all over her gorgeous little body...



   "RRRRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!"



   And at that very moment the fucking phone rang!  Holy shit, it was Anna
again, making her nightly call!



   I was jerked - no pun intended - back to reality and scrambled to the
phone, trying to compose myself so that my voice would sound normal instead
of a crazed pedo pervert daddy that had just fucked his 2 year old
stepdaughter in the mouth.  Had just mouthfucked the actual daughter of the
woman he was about to talk to...



   "RRRRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!"



   Taking a deep breath, I picked up and heard Anna's cheery voice on the
other end.  We talked for a good 15 minutes or so, with her filling me in
on how great her training classes were, but how she missed her little
princess; for my part, I tried to make it sound like nothing was out of the
ordinary on the "home front" and how Daria had gone to sleep early because
she was tired (suddenly realizing that if Anna had insisted on me waking up
Daria so she could talk to her, I would have been screwed).



   As we hung up, making cutesy kissing noises over the phone, I realized
that the interruption had served a good purpose.  It had allowed me to
"reload" nicely - I almost ran back to Daria's bedroom, checking her over
one more time and after making sure the camera was framed properly again,
grabbed her ankles and pulled that luscious little 2 year old pussy up
against my already-almost-fully-hard-again cock.



   And I started fucking my cock up against that toddler pussy with
abandon. Nice and hard.  Not hard enough to leave any permanent bruises, of
course - that would be a little hard to explain, wouldn't it?  But more
than hard enough to get myself off, feeling the folds of her pussy lips
parting and sliding along the underside of my cockshaft, her tiny little
fuckhole hot and wet as it slid up and down against my cock.  It seemed
almost like her tiny body was responding unconsciously to having cock
pressed up against her cunt, and getting wet because of it...



   And her 2 year old pussy juice made the little-girl pussy hump PERFECT.
It provided just enough lubrication so that I could quicken my thrusts up
and down against her to a couple per second, while pressing HARD against
her and almost whimpering, I was so fucking turned on.  And in only a
couple of minutes I was on the verge of shooting another load.



   I had to resist the fleeting temptation of actually trying to ram my
cock into her tiny cunt - of course I knew that there was no fucking way it
would fit...  but what is a man to do when he's about to cum and there's a
cunt right next to his cock?  Even if it's a 2 year old's cunt it takes
willpower to resist trying to fuck your cock into it, man!



   But as the cum started shooting up through my cock I managed to stay in
control of my faculties enough to pull back from Daria and grip my cock,
aiming it right at her tiny, bald, reddened, freshly-humped cunt and
pumping my load onto it.  Several spurts of thick, hot jism right onto her
pussy mound...  and then, pulling Daria's body sideways again quickly as I
scrambled up next to her chest and face and aimed one spurt right onto her
titties; then finishing by emptying the rest of my load all over her face,
getting the very last spurt right onto her lips.  And then I shook a few
last drops of cum off my cockhead onto the hair on the side of her head,
banging my cock up against that soft, fine blonde hair - wiping the cum off
my cock using my 2 year old stepdaughter's hair.



   Holy shit.



   I stood there next to Daria's cum-covered body and started slowly
returning to my senses.  As I did, I picked up the camera again and ran it
all up and down Daria's body, getting closeups of her pussy (including me
spreading her pussy lips apart and scooping up some of the cum that was all
over her pussy mound with my fingers, pushing it right into her tiny pink
fuckhole); her tiny flat cum-covered chest; her cum-matted hair and her
fucking beautiful cum-splattered face.



   GodDAMN there was nothing hotter than a little girl's face with a man's
cum splattered all over it.  Especially her mouth - there were thick globs
of cum all over her lips, with a small rivulet of thick white cum flowing
down to the side of her face and just now drooping off as I put the camera
right up next to her face, just inches away.  Erotically, the strand of cum
didn't drop completely off; it had just the right thickness of consistency,
and was just short enough, to keep dangling off her face for a lenght of 3
or 4 inches; the strand of jism swinging very slightly back and forth as
Daria breathed...



   I kept the camera right there on that excruciatingly obscene sight for a
good long time, and then since it was so hot that it was making my cock
stiffen again, I put the camera back on the tripod and filmed myself
gripping my cock in one hand and putting it up to her face, scooping up the
dangling strand of cum and some other cum off her face and holding her tiny
mouth open with my other hand as I fed the cum into her mouth with the head
of my cock.



   Great way to end the video, huh?



   Daddy's Little Princess Daria, ch 6: The Visit

   Written by The Worshipper





   I spent a good long while cleaning up Daria, using a wet sponge to wipe
off all my cum.  She even started stirring a little bit as I finished up,
opening her eyes and mumbling some incoherent babytalk.  Erring once again
on the side of caution (and wanting to make sure she was going to be OK), I
spent the rest of the evening in Daria's room, sitting next to her bed
working on my laptop.  I passed the time cruising the newsgroups for
pictures of pretty little girls - nothing illegal anymore, as it seemed
like all of the news servers had "cleaned up" their content in the last few
years.  But what I would do is scan all the newsgroups that had anything to
do with children, looking for innocent pictures of beautiful girls; candid
pics taken by their families or formal portrait-type pics.  "Innocent"
pictures to most of the world, that is - to hardcore pedos, they were
cock-stiffening jackoff pics.  I had built up a small collection of
pictures where the little girls were extraordinarily beautiful and/or sexy;
mostly gorgeous little blondes in the age range of 4 to 10, although there
were a few dick-hardening brunettes as well.



   Right as I was preparing to go to bed myself, Daria stirred again and
actually got up, a little wobbly, but otherwise OK.  She informed me that
she needed to go pee-pee and so I escorted her into the bathroom and sat
her on her little potty, making sure that she was OK as she relieved
herself.  Then I carried her back to her bed and tucked her in again, and
left her sleeping soundly as I went back to the master bedroom.



   I decided to review the video that I had shot, and loaded the disc into
the entertainment center disc player so that it would display on the
46-inch HD plasma display opposite the bed.  I sat back on the bed as the
video started, and was immediately blown away...



   Seeing the debauchery on a 46-inch screen had to be ten times hotter
than it had looked on my laptop display.  As I watched myself molesting
Daria - slowly stripping off her clothes, sucking on her tiny titties,
kissing her on the mouth...  My cock got good and hard again, and when in
the video, I took the camera off its tripod and held it just inches away
from our faces as I lustily kissed Daria HARD on the mouth, I just had to
jack myself off.  It was SO FUCKING HOT I couldn't stand it.



   I jacked myself senseless, and as I shot another load, I knew that this
video was going to provide me with countless hours of jackoff pleasure in
the years to come...



   The next day, Wednesday, was pretty much the same as the previous two
days, except that Daria seemed a little groggy in the morning right after
we got up.  By lunch time that seemed to pass, though, and my little
princess was back to her usual slightly-hyperactive self.  In fact, she was
even a little more distracting than usual while she was playing in my
office.  By two o'oclock I decided that I wasn't really going to get any
more work done, and so I spent the rest of the day suppressing my pedo
desires and doting on Daria.  For one thing, I actually felt a little
guilty about what I had done (even though I was glad I DID); but at the
same time, I needed to give my balls some time to "reload" after having cum
several times the day before.  So I resolved to pretty much relax and have
a "normal" day.  It was actually kind of a relief to be in my right mind
when Anna called that evening - I was able to talk to her without the
distraction of having a stiff, throbbing, pre-cum dripping cock and being
right in the middle of obscenely molesting her 2 year old daughter.



   The one thing that I WAS going to do, however, was to give Steve Clark a
call.  We had exchanged numbers at the store and I was eager to find out a
little more about him and whether he was as hardcore a pedo as I was.  From
the way he had been looking at Daria in the store, I was almost sure that
he at least had the tendencies.  And the odd way that his 13 year old
daughter Amanda had acted while we were standing in line had intrigued me
(not to mention the fact that she was a dynamite-looking little brunette
with a hot young body - and although I was a raging pedo, I still
appreciated the charms of hot teen girls and adult women...)



   After Anna's call and putting Daria to bed for a nice "normal" night of
sleep, I settled down with a cold beer and dialed Steve's number.  He
picked up right away, sounding a little out of breath.



   "Steve?  Hey man, it's Herb.  Herb Simmons, you know, Daria's daddy," I
said with a small laugh.



   "Oh yeah - Hey Herb.  Great to hear from you!  What are you and your
little princess up to?"



   "Well, all kinds of fun stuff actually," I responded suggestively, "...
in fact, I was hoping you might be able to pay us a visit this week, and
maybe, um...  join in the fun, if you know what I mean."



   There was a pause on the other end of the phone, a "pregnant" pause as
they say, and I could actually visualize Steve mulling over what I had just
said and what I seemed to be hinting at.



   "Yeah...  I think I know what you mean.  I suppose I'll have to come
over and see, though, hunh?" Steve said, laughing back, "It turns out that
I'm on vacation this week, just a 'mental health' week puttering around at
home.  And my daughter Amanda is staying with me; she spends one week a
month at my place, the other three weeks of the month at her mom's - we're
divorced."



   "Ah, I see.  Well, how'd you like to come over tomorrow night?  We could
have a few beers and see if we have any 'common interests'" I said again in
an obviously suggestive way.



   "Looking forward to it!  Seven o'clock OK?"



   "Perfect!", I replied.  "Would you like to bring Amanda with you?", I
asked, some obscene fantasies spinning in my mind...



   "Oh, I don't think so...  not this time, anyway," Steve said, "And
she'll be fine at home alone.  She's just old enough to be on her own
without a babysitter."



   "OK man - maybe some other time, then," I said hopefully and as we
concluded the call I started making plans for the following day.



   Once again, I would deny myself any jacking off before going to bed, and
throughout the day tomorrow.  It was difficult, but I managed to resist the
temptation to watch any more of my "inaugural" self-made kiddy porn video
of Daria.  IF (and it was a pretty big IF, but a pretty likely IF, from all
indications so far) Steve was a crazed pedo like me then I wanted to have a
couple of big loads in my balls for the obscene activities that just might
take place...



   You see, I planned on sedating Daria again for Steve's visit.



   Now that I had apparently determined just the right amount of Nyquil to
give Daria to put her out without any ill effects, I was set.  I would
spend the day Thursday having another "outing" with Daria, taking her to
the grocery store to get some snacks, and the liquor megastore to get some
alcohol for Steve's visit.  Then, instead of giving Daria her
spiked-with-Nyquil milk before Steve's arrival (which was my first
thought), I would wait until after Steve had arrived and tease him with a
fully-awake and energetic Daria for awhile, until I had determined beyond
any doubt whatsoever that he was turned on by it and wanted to get his
hands on her.  Only then would I give her her milk - and I would tell Steve
what I was doing.  That I was sedating her so that we could both molest her
hot little body.  And then we would sit in the living room after tucking
her into bed, for the hour or so that it would take for her to get drowsy
and go into a deep sleep, and I would show Steve the obscene video I had
shot of Daria and me.  Once Daria was completely out, Steve and I would use
her for our pleasure - with me closely monitoring Steve at every moment to
make sure that he didn't hurt my little princess, of course.



   That was the plan, anyway.



   So the next day I put Daria in another sundress that was similar to the
other one on the top (i.e., loose and affording good looks at her naked
chest), but the dress even shorter in length.  And, I successfully pulled
the "no more clean panties" gambit again with Daria.  Actually, she seemed
to like going out without panties on, so it's not like it was difficult to
convince her.



   I had another great time wheeling around my 2 year old pedo-temptress in
the grocery store and the liquor store, observing another couple of guys in
each store that stole furtive looks at her naked pussy.  It was actually
freaking me out how many guys it seemed there were that got off on looking
at a gorgeous little girl (her naked child cunt, anyway); it was a real
eye-opener now that I was squiring around such a little hottie.  After
thinking about it, I figured that there were probably a lot of men who
would never otherwise indulge in any "questionable" activity such as
searching for kiddy porn on the internet, or even think about such things
very often, but who - when faced with a sexy little girl's naked pussy in
plain view just a few feet away from them, would feel their cocks
stiffening involuntarily because of how undeniably fucking hot such a sight
was, possibly awakening pedo tendencies buried in their psyche.



   OR...  or, the guy was a raging, maniacal pedo like me and was gazing at
naked little-girl cunt the way that I gazed at naked little-girl cunt -
like it was the hottest, most beautiful motherfucking sight in the known
universe.  And would probably scurry back out to his car to jack off
furiously while the vision of little-girl pussy was fresh in his mind, as I
had done myself a few times in the past.



   After we got back home, I relaxed for a while, fixing a small dinner for
Daria and me, and then giving her an early bath so that she would be nice
and clean for our guest Steve.  With the way I had scheduled things, it
also turned out that we had cleverly skipped her afternoon nap; when I gave
her the sedative later, I wanted it to have its full effect so that if
Steve ended up being the kind of guy I hoped he was, the both of us could
have a good old time feasting on her hot little body.



   The time flew by and presently it was 7:00; as I put out some chips and
dip, the doorbell rang and I opened my front door to Steve Clark, standing
there with a big grin on his face.  He had brought a bottle of wine (pretty
expensive wine, at that) and I welcomed him in.



   "Daddee, daddee!  Whozat daddee?", Daria squealed.  She had been running
around in the living room while I was getting things set up for Steve's
visit.  And...  by design, all she had on was a pair of white cotton
panties.  I had actually spent a few minutes earlier in the day rummaging
through a box in the garage that had some panties that Daria had outgrown 5
or 6 months prior; I had run them through the washer and dryer, and given
them to Daria to wear after her bath.  As a result, they fit her so tightly
it was like they were painted on, including being so snug in her crotch
that the folds of her tiny bald pussy were clearly visible.



   As Daria ran up to me, I leaned over and picked her up, planting her on
my hip with her tiny legs wrapped around me.  And so my 2 year old babygirl
was topless, her flat little chest fully exposed to Steve as he stood not 2
or 3 feet away from us.  I watched Steve as his eyes traveled down to her
chest and quite obviously began darting back and forth from one tiny pink
nipple to the other.  It seemed like his breath caught in his throat and he
was almost stammering as he managed a weak smile and greeted Daria.



   "Well...  hello there little lady!"



   Typical of a 2 year old, Daria suddenly seemed to get shy and turned her
head away from Steve, not responding.



   "Say hello to the nice man, Daria!" I said brightly, trying to get her
to be friendly, and then having a bright idea...



   "This is your Uncle Steve, princess," I continued.  "Don't you want to
say hello to Uncle Steve?", I implored her while trying to maintain MY
composure.  I was already getting turned on by the situation and we hadn't
even made it out of the foyer.



   "In fact, why don't you give Uncle Steve a big hug, hunny-bunny?  You'd
like that, wouldn't you?", I said to my 2 year old stepdaughter in as calm
a voice as possible even though my cock was now stiffening inside my pants,
considering the fact that I was essentially trying to convince my little
girl to let what I was pretty sure was another pedo like me, take her into
his arms and put his hands all over her...



   And to my delight (and Steve's, I'm sure), she didn't say anything, but
she looked back at Steve and nodded her head up and down, indicating that
she did want to hug him.  Of course, at her age, "hugging" an adult still
meant being handed to that adult and being held the way I was holding her.
So I shifted her off my hip and picked her up under her arms, and presented
my babygirl to Steve.



   Having raised a daughter, Steve knew just what to do - how to take Daria
from me and put her on HIS hip.  And when she was in place, Daria
ever-so-cutely (or ever-so-erotically, if one was a pedo) put her tiny arms
up around Steve's neck and lay the side of her head against his chest,
giving him a pronounced hug.  Steve had, of course, put his right hand
under Daria's panty-clad ass, and as Daria hugged him, he ran his left hand
up and down the smooth, warm, soft skin of her naked back, smelling Daria's
fresh, right-out-of-the-bath little-girl scent - looking over at me with a
crooked smile on his face.



   "Looks like she LIKES her Uncle Steve," I said softly but with an
unmistakable undertone of wickedness, which I could tell that Steve picked
up on.  "Bring her on into the living room, where we can get more comfy," I
continued, leading Steve in and motioning for him to sit on the couch.



   As he sat down, Daria naturally shifted her position a little, around to
where she was straddling Steve's lap and facing him, her tiny legs on
either side of his waist but moving her arms down from around his neck to
around his chest, still nestling her head against him.



   PERFECT.



   Perfect, because Daria's ass was planted squarely on Steve's lap.  The
poor guy must have been going nuts!  I excused myself to get a couple of
wine glasses and open the wine he had brought.  While I was in the kitchen,
I stole a couple of looks into the living room and chuckled to myself as at
one point, from behind, I saw Steve shift uncomfortably on the couch,
lifting Daria up slightly for a moment, and saw the upper part of his arm
move - he was almost certainly reaching into his pants underneath her and
adjusting his cock that had probably been trapped inside them at an
uncomfortable angle, especially under Daria's weight.



   I brought 2 glasses of wine back and set them on the coffee table, and
proceeded with my little "pedo discovery" game that was so much fucking
fun...



   "Bounce her up and down on your lap, Uncle Steve - she loves that, don't
you princess?", I encouraged him, knowing that Daria did in fact like it
when adults would do that to her.



   "Yes daddee!" Daria answered excitedly, lifting her head off Steve's
chest and grinning from ear to ear.



   "Bouncy bouncy Unka Steve!", she squealed, looking up at Steve's face
imploringly.



   Steve's eyes got wider as he did something that he likely hadn't been
able to do for 10 or 11 years with his own daughter Amanda (and I was
becoming more and more sure that he almost certainly HAD to have indulged
in the same kind of nasty shit that I was now doing with Daria, with his
own daughter when she was a baby and a toddler).  He put his hands on the
sides of Daria's chest right underneath her arms, and leaned the top part
of her body away from him, then started doing what under normal
circumstances was just bouncing a child on one's lap - but which for pedos
like us was in fact using a little girl to excite one's hard cock.



   I watched Steve as he bounced Daria up and down, and saw how his eyes
were once again fixed on her chest - no mistake about it, he was gazing
intently and exclusively, right at her nipples.  Only a pedo would be doing
that.  Only a pedo would be doing that right in front of the little girl's
father, no less.



   And I knew that as Daria bounced down onto his crotch that he was
grinding his cock up against her ass.  His hips actually started visibly
bucking in time with the bouncing, and he started breathing heavily.  Gosh,
things had proceeded quickly, hadn't they?  With a smile, I realized that
poor Steve might actually be working himself into a state where he would
shoot a load into his pants.



   Not that that would have been a big deal; actually, it would have been
kinda hot.  But, it would have made a mess of Steve's pants right at the
beginning of the night - and, none of it would have been captured on video.
I was looking forward to all of the loads that were going to be shot that
night, to be shot on video - and preferably, all over Daria herself.  So, I
bailed Steve out and suggested that Daria had had enough "bouncy bouncy",
and picked her up off his lap.



   Looking down, I could see a HUGE bulge outlined in Steve's pants.  It
was so big, and hard, that I could actually see his ridged cockhead clearly
straining against his pants.  As I stood there over him with Daria in my
arms, Steve saw me looking at his crotch and his obvious hard-on, and just
grinned from ear to ear and shrugged his shoulders - both of us then having
a good laugh.



   I figured it was safe to cease the veiled hints and suggestive comments;
seeing his hard-on and after that exchange, I was more than satisfied that
Steve was a pedo.



   "Did you do nasty stuff with your daughter Amanda when she was little,
Steve?" I asked directly.  I knew that Daria was still to young to really
understand what we were saying; give her another year or so and that
wouldn't be the case, though...



   "Oh hell yes," Steve replied eagerly, "I started eating her pussy when
she was only about 6 months old, and jacking off onto her body too."



   "Nice!  Did you get any pictures or videos of it?"



   "Not much, unfortunately...  just a few still shots using one of the
early digital cameras.  At the time I couldn't really afford a video camera
- at least as far as my wife was concerned, and she controlled the family
finances."



   "Too bad," I said sympathetically.  "Well...  I just shot a pretty nasty
video with Daria.  Wanna see it?"



   "FUCK YES!" Steve replied, "How...  how nasty is it?"



   "It will blow your fucking mind, my friend," I said, winking for effect.
"But first, let me tell you what else we're going to do tonight...  that
is, if you want to."



   Steve listened to me describe how I had sedated Daria a couple of nights
ago, so that I could satisfy myself with her little body without her being
aware of it.  I could actually see his cock lurching in his pants as I told
him how we were going to do the same thing again tonight - he was
incredibly excited at the prospect, and while Daria jumped up and down on
the couch with a last little bit of pre-bedtime energy, he followed me into
the kitchen where I prepared Daria's bottle and measured out the same small
amount of Nyquil I had used before.



   Then both Steve and I put Daria to bed (with Steve carrying her from the
living room to her bedroom, and for the first time right in front of me,
running his hands liberally all over her body as he did so - obviously
molesting my own 2 year old daughter with my consent).  I let Steve (who
Daria had taken an instant shine to) feed Daria her bottle, and as both of
us sat on either side of her bed, I knew that both of our cocks were hard
watching Daria suck on the bottle teat, making nasty (to us pedos anyway)
noises as she sucked the spiked milk out.



   And perfectly according to plan, she finished all the milk and was ready
to be tucked in.



   "You do the honors, Steve," I said with a obvious wicked undertone to my
voice.  "Tuck her in and then give her a nice kiss on the mouth - that's
what my wife and I always do."



   Not needing any convincing, Steve made a cute little fuss over her,
getting her all nice and snuggled in with her favorite stuffed animal,
"mister pony" (that was actually a unicorn, but Daria called it a pony). 
And then leaned over and planted a kiss on her mouth, leaving his mouth on
hers for a good 3 seconds or so.  Which on the one hand might have been
pushing it a bit (although Daria didn't seem to object to it), but on the
other hand - well, it was fucking HOT.



   Me standing right there watching another grown man kissing my 2 year old
girl on the mouth.  FUCK YES.



   "Well, 'Unka Steve', how's about that video now, my man," I said as
Steve straightened up, and then in a whisper, "...  we'll be back in here
in a bit."



   "Hell yeah, can't wait - for the video OR for that!", Steve replied with
a laugh as we trooped back to the living room.



   Steve reclaimed the couch and I sat in the side chair, and as we sipped
on the wine (which I could tell was an expensive vintage) I picked up the
remote and turned on the big-screen TV, and started the disc playing.



   I had pre-positioned the video so that it started playing right at the
point where I was crouching over her, raising her t-shirt up and then
virtually pouncing on her titties, sucking on them with abandon.



   Steve's jaw dropped open and his eyes went wide as he watched me
molesting Daria on the big-screen TV.  Like my reaction when I had reviewed
the video on my large HD screen in the master bedroom, it was mindblowing
to watch such hardcore child molestation on a big screen.  With not only
high definition, but all the nasty sounds in full dolby surround-sound, no
less!



   "Holy shit!", Steve muttered as we watched me on the screen,
french-kissing her hard on the mouth after I had turned her on her side. 
He squirmed uncomfortably (not because he DISliked what he was seeing on
the screen, but obviously because he LIKED it so much) on the couch as I
held the camera up close and thrust my tongue in and out of Daria's tiny
mouth.



   "So Steve...  I don't know how you feel about this, but...", I
hesitated, not knowing exactly how he would react to my next suggestion,
"...  if you want you can jack off while we watch this.  And I'll do the
same - is that too much?  If so, not a problem - we don't have to do it if
you're not into that kind of thing...", I finished.



   "Fuck no, man - that would be hot.  I'm totally hetero, though - just to
be clear on that, but...  fuck, jacking off to shit this nasty at the same
time would be cool.  And after all, if we're gonna share Daria in a while
we'll be doing almost the same thing later, right?" Steve replied with a
laugh.



   "Yep, you got it," I said as we both unfastened our pants and took our
already-straining cocks out.  And although I had never had a "complex"
about the size of my cock (it being a little smaller than average), the
size of Steve's organ took me aback.  As had been hinted at by the outline
of the bulge in his pants, he had a HUGE fucking organ.  It must have been
9 or 10 inches, and pretty thick to boot.



   Truth be told, I was thrilled - not because I had any non-hetero
impulses myself, but because...  because that huge cock would look so
motherfucking hot up against Daria's little body.  And I couldn't wait to
see that big cock erupting all over my little girl, imagining huge loads
splattering all over her even more obscenely than the ones I had filmed of
myself.



   "Tell you what, though, if you can keep from cumming while we do this,
it'll make the loads bigger when we shoot video of us doing Daria - if
that's OK with you.  Just a suggestion; if you really want to cum while
we're watching this that's totally cool too," I said hopefully.  I really
wanted tonight's video to be as hot as possible...



   "You got it, man - I'll do my best!" Steve laughed back, and I was
relieved that he had taken my suggestion with such good humor.



   We both turned our attention to the video, where at the moment I was
gripping Daria's ankles and grinding my balls up against her cunt.



   Our breathing got heavier and heavier as we jacked to the obscene child
molestation recorded on the video.  When it got to the point where I was
fucking Daria in the mouth, I thought I might not be able to keep from
cumming MYSELF, and with a quick glance over at Steve I could tell that he
was in the same condition.



   "Holy fucking SHIT that's hot, man!" Steve was almost groaning as he
yanked his cock back and forth, "Holy SHIT...  yeah...  fuck that little
mouth...  SHIT!"



   Somehow I managed to take my hand off my own cock and sit there with my
eyes glazed over, my cock throbbing and pulsing with my heartbeat as I
watched myself shooting a load into Daria's mouth, and the nasty scenes
afterward where I was taking closeup shots of cum streaming out of her
mouth and dropping down onto the floor...



   As the video ended I looked over and saw that Steve had indeed kept from
cumming somehow - he was sitting there squeezing his legs together, his
hand clamped down hard on the base of his enormous tool.  He had finished
the video on the verge of ejaculating, but was choking it off with a
strained expression on his face.  It would have been comical if it hadn't
been so fucking hot; hot because I knew that it meant a huge motherfucking
load was being saved for my 2 year old daughter that was waiting for us in
her little princess bed.



   "Damn, Steve, good fucking job, man!" I teased him good-naturedly, "I
really appreciate you saving that load for my daughter!"



   "No problem," Steve managed to groan, with a smile no less, as he came
back to his senses.  I knew that choking off a cum like that would make him
even more turned on in a few minutes when we started molesting Daria.



   "So, you ready to make an even nastier video?  Of a 2 year old girl
being used by TWO grown men?  Only for our own personal use, of course.  I
mean, I could go to the trouble of editing the video and blanking out our
faces, but...  really, it's just too dangerous to post any stuff like this
nowadays.  I'm willing to give you a copy of these videos but you have to
keep it private and under lock and key, agreed?"



   "Oh shit yeah, I totally agree.  Not a problem, man!" Steve replied
enthusiastically.



   "Well then, in that case let's go see how our hot little 2 year old
fucktoy is doing," I said with a wicked smile.



   Daddy's Little Princess Daria, ch 7: The Visit Continued

   Written by The Worshipper





   Steve and I pulled our trousers up - although they weren't going to be
on for very long.  We hurried down the hall to Daria's room, cocks already
hard after watching the hot video of me molesting her.  Seeing some framed
pictures on the wall of my family, including one large portrait of Anna,
Steve whistled.



   "Damn, man - that your wife?  She's a hottie!  If you don't mind me
saying so, that is..." Steve commented.



   "Oh hell no," I replied, "...  that she is, for sure.  I'm a lucky man!"



   "And you said she's only 21?  Niiiiice," Steve said enviously as we
walked into Daria's bedroom and I knelt down next to her at the head of the
bed to see if she was out.



   She looked like she was asleep, so I proceeded to test her responses
like I had a couple of nights before; first I kissed her on the mouth.  And
like Steve had earlier, I lingered on her tiny mouth - only for a lot
longer than he had.  I pressed my mouth down on hers pretty firmly, then
slipped the tip of my tongue in between her soft, luscious little lips,
starting to french my 2 year old daughter as Steve stood to the side,
fumbling with his pants as he unfastened them to get at his cock.



   After what must have been about 15 or 20 seconds of kissing Daria
progressively harder on the mouth, to my surprise, she stirred a little.  I
stopped kissing her and pulled back, examining her closely - her eyes had
opened slightly, and she slowly shifted her position in the bed, from on
her back to her side, murmuring some nonsensical babytalk in a barely
audible voice.



   "Hmmm...  I guess she got a little used to the cold medicine - I
probably should have given her a tiny bit more this time," I explained to
Steve, who paused right in the middle of pulling his pants down.



   "Oh - so it's a no go?  Not a problem if that's the case, Herb...  not a
problem at all.  Some other time, maybe..." Steve offered with a totally
understanding attitude.



   "Well, lemme see here," I said, looking closely at Daria.  She had
stopped moving and her eyes seemed to be closed again; I decided to test
her a little more so I pulled down the covers and reached around with my
left hand, putting it on her ass, squeezing her buttocks on top of her
panties; and then slid my right hand up under her t-shirt and felt up her
titties, all the while watching Daria's face for any signs of awareness.



   Once again, Daria seemed to respond slightly - but she didn't become
fully awake.  She seemed to be in a gray area between sleep and
consciousness, and I was coming to the conclusion that Daria just might be
in an acceptable state for more obscene molesting - this time by me and
"Unka Steve"...



   I looked over at Steve with a big smile, and explained what I was
thinking.



   "I think this'll work, man.  It looks like she's just out enough - I
doubt that she'll remember anything that happens over the next hour or two.
And...  it'll be even hotter for us, AND look even hotter on the video, if
she seems to be at least a little bit conscious and is moving around a
little bit."



   As I stood up and started throwing my own clothes off, Steve resumed
disrobing as well and within moments there were two naked men with
straining erections standing next to Daria as she lay half-asleep in her
little princess bed, about to have her tiny body used in just about every
obscene way imaginable...



   "We'll get some wide shots of us both using her for awhile, and then we
can take turns shooting closeups of each other doing her one-on-one, how's
that sound?" I suggested, to an enthusiastic response from Steve.



   "Fuck yeah, my man.  Fuck yeah," Steve almost groaned, already
incredibly turned on even though he hadn't touched Daria yet.



   "In fact, why don't you get her naked for us," I encouraged him.  "Strip
her so we can get at that hot little body."



   Steve took a deep breath and stepped up next to her bed, reaching down
with hands that were visibly trembling as he pulled her t-shirt up and off,
then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties and
starting pulling them slowly down, licking his lips as the waistband
cleared the tiny slit between her legs, revealing heaven on earth for a
pedo - a little girl's cunt.



   "Wanna suck on her pussy, Steve?  Why don't you pull that puffy little
mound up to your mouth and have at it, man," I suggested.  And Steve
certainly didn't hesitate...



   As I climbed onto the middle of the bed, shifting the upper part of her
body towards me, Steve knelt at the side of the bed and gripped Daria's
legs right above the knees, pulling her towards him.  As her pussy reached
the edge of the bed, he placed his hands palms up underneath each of her
buttocks, lifting her pussy up off the bed as he leaned forward and planted
his lips on it, easily covering the 2 year old's entire mound with his
mouth and sucking noisily on it.



   As Steve sucked with abandon on Daria's pussy, I began grinding my cock
and balls up against her face and mouth.  As I did so, she stirred slightly
again, but to my relief did not fully awaken.  She seemed to still be in
that half-awake, half-asleep state, which was PERFECT.



   I looked over at the video that was being recorded on the laptop that
was on a chair next to the bed and I almost shot my fucking load right
there.



   What a setting for hardcore kiddy porn - obviously a little girl's
bedroom, with pink everywhere and stuffed animals all over, and a small
disney princess bed...  And, a naked 2 year old girl lying on her back on
it, with one grown man lifting her cunt up to his mouth and sucking on it
like there was no tomorrow, while at the same time another grown man
cradled her head in his hands, grinding his hard cock up against her face
as she moved one of her tiny arms and draped it over my thigh.



   MOTHER.  FUCKER.



   "You wanna see me fuck my little girl in the mouth, Steve?" I fairly
moaned, almost out of my mind with lust already even though we had just
barely started molesting my daughter.



   "Oh hell yes," Steve responded, momentarily interrupting his babygirl
pussy-munching and then returning to it with gusto, beginning to thrust his
tongue inside Daria's little pussy lips and as far up into her tiny pink
fuckhole as he could, as he looked up and watched...



   Watched as I turned Daria's head to the side and butted my cockhead up
against her tiny mouth again, smearing the pre-cum now leaking from the
head all over her lips, making them glisten in the light; as I pulled my
cock back a couple of inches for effect (I wanted to ram my cock right into
her mouth with one savage fuck this time, having found out on Tuesday night
that it would in fact fit), a thin strand of sticky pre-cum maintained
contact with my cockhead, stretching between her lips and my cock.



   I paused for a few seconds to make sure that that unbearably hot sight
got recorded really well on the video, and then slammed my hips forward at
the same time as I pulled Daria's mouth forward onto my erection, having no
problem stretching her tiny mouth as wide as it would go and fucking it
right inside her mouth with one hard thrust, as rock-hard as my cock was.
And immediately sank my cock several inches into her mouth, feeling that
glorious feeling again of my cockhead butting up against the back of her
throat.  And the excruciatingly hot feeling of half of my cock being
tightly engulfed by a 2 year old girl's warm, wet little mouth.



   Steve's eyes got wide as he watched me proceed to mouthfuck my 2 year
old daughter right in front of him.  Heck, only a couple of feet away from
where HE was tongue-fucking her pussy.  It was obvious that it turned him
on even more than he already was; as I started to thrust my cock in and out
of Daria's mouth, he kept just his left hand under her ass, supporting his
left arm by planting his elbow on the bed, freeing his right hand to reach
down and grip his massive cock and start slowly stroking it up and down as
he watched me mouthfucking Daria.



   "Does that babygirl pussy taste good, man?", I groaned to Steve.



   "mmmmm hmmmm," Steve responded without taking his mouth off Daria's
cunt.



   "GodDAMN I love fucking her little mouth," I groaned some more, looking
down and relishing the sight of my cockshaft jutting out of Daria's mouth,
stretching her tiny lips wide.  "I'm gonna try to keep from cumming right
now, though...  I wanna shoot my first, biggest load of the night right up
into her fuckhole while you empty a load all over her face - how does that
sound?"



   "Oh SHIT!  Hell yes, man...  Wanna trade places?" Steve suggested,
breathing heavily.  I figured he had probably been on the verge of cumming,
the way he had been increasing the pace of jacking on his cock...



   "Yeah - first though, let me get some closeups of you putting your cock
up against her face...  I wanna see that big tool all over her face," I
paused as Steve stood up and I pulled Daria up to the headboard of her
princess bed, and sat her up with her back leaning against it, right on the
edge of the bed.  She seemed to be just conscious enough to stay in that
position without flopping back down, but just for good measure I took up a
position on the bed on the other side of her, putting my left hand on the
base of her neck to support her.



   To support her while a man used her tiny face to masturbate his cock
with.



   I asked Steve to take the video camera off its tripod and hand it to me,
and then he took up his place standing next to the head of the bed - his
cock right at the level of Daria's head.  Daria looked almost awake, her
eyes half open but not really focusing on anything in particular.  And in
what was really hot in this situation, her mouth was full of saliva after
the mouthfucking I had just given her and because of the drowsy state she
was in; her lips were actually parted slightly and she was drooling out of
one corner of her mouth.



   "Look at that, man," I commented nastily to Steve, "That spit drooling
out of her mouth will lubricate your cock nicely, doncha think?"



   "And this too," Steve nodded as he stepped up to Daria, putting his
right hand on top of her head as he gripped his cock in his left hand and
started rubbing his cockhead all over her face, starting on her forehead.
Steve had long since started leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and he now
smeared the glistening, slippery fluid all over her forehead, nose, cheeks,
and mixed it with her spit all over her mouth and chin.



   "I don't think you'll be able to get hardly any of your cockshaft into
her mouth, dude...  but you might be able to get most of your cockhead in.
You're welcome to try - just don't hurt her, I'd have a hell of a time
trying to explain to Anna how Daria's mouth got split open!" I warned
Steve, but with a smile.



   "Oh yeah, no worries, Herb...  I'll be careful.  I wasn't even going to
try to stick it in her mouth, but that idea of at least trying to get my
cockhead in...  that rocks!  First I'll get good and hard grinding up
against that gorgeous little face of hers..." Steve moaned as he pressed
the underside of his cockshaft up against the side of Daria's face.



   It looked so fucking obscene it was unreal.  Steve's cock was easily as
long as Daria's entire face from top to bottom.  As he fucked his cock up
against her little face, with his right hand still gripping the top of her
head, he placed the palm of his left hand against the other side of Daria's
face so that he could hold her firmly in place while he "facefucked" her.



   His breathing quickened and became ragged as he ground his massive cock
up against my 2 year old daughter's face.  As he did so, I looked over at
the monitor and was once again blown away by how nasty the video looked as
I held the camera less than a foot away from Daria's face.  Her eyes were
open enough, and along with the fact that she was sitting upright, that on
the video it would look as if she were actually totally awake.



   A 2 year old girl totally awake - and just sitting there letting a grown
man with a huge, rock-hard cock fuck it up against her face.



   Steve then did the same kind of thing I had done to her on the video we
had watched earlier; he lifted up on his toes and "teabagged" Daria,
gripping the top part of his cock with his right hand and pulling it up and
slightly to the side as he ground both his balls all over her face -
directly on her mouth, getting his balls sopping wet with her saliva as he
pressed them hard enough on her mouth to part her lips even wider...  And
then, making my cock lurch all by itself, wide enough that one of his balls
actually slipped inside her lips.



   HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!



   I tried to steady the camera as I tried to wrap my mind around the
obscene sight.



   "Oh yeah, princess...  Suck on Unka Steve's balls, baby.  That's a GOOD
girl," I intoned nastily.  And I knew that what I was saying would sound
even nastier on the video when we watched it later.



   "That's it sweetheart, do what your daddy says, babygirl...  FUCK that
feels good, princess!" Steve joined in as he pulled one of his balls out of
her mouth and maneuvered the other one in.



   As he fed her the other one I moved the camera in even closer until it
was only 2 or 3 inches away from Daria's mouth.  And almost dropped the
camera as I looked over at the nasty shot on the monitor - made even
nastier by the fact that Steve had maintained a completely hairless crotch,
just like the professional male porn stars did.



   "MotherFUCKer, that's hot!" I groaned, my cock jerking and wanting so
badly to jack on it (or use some part of Daria's body to jack it with!).



   Steve then let his ball pop out of Daria's mouth and decided it was time
to try to get at least his cockhead in; this time he placed his left hand
on top of Daria's head and took his cockshaft in his right hand, guiding
his massive purplish cockhead up to her lips.



   With her mouth already parted, and with it both full of and drooling
saliva (and even some of my own pre-cum from a few minutes before), it
wasn't difficult for Steve to start sliding his cockhead between her lips,
even as big as it was.  I pulled the camera back out to about a foot away
so that Daria's entire face was in the shot, as Steve's big spongy cockhead
got only about halfway in before Daria's mouth was stretched almost as wide
as it would go.  Steve strained as he pushed a little more in, then pulled
his cock back slightly and pushed in again.  Amazingly, this time the
ridges of his cockhead popped past Daria's lips, but as it expanded on the
inside of her mouth, her lips closed slightly to grip firmly right
underneath the ridges.



   As I had predicted, Steve couldn't stick any more of his cock inside her
mouth - all he could do was hold it there and revel in what it felt like to
have his cockhead inside a 2 year old girl's mouth.



   And GodDAMN did it look hot.  Hotter than it had looked when I had had
MY cock in her mouth.  It was excruciatingly erotic seeing a gorgeous
little babygirl like Daria with a massive, erect 10 inch cock extending
from her mouth, the cockhead and its ridges clearly visible right on the
inside of her lips, that were stretched obscenely wide.



   "I'm gonna have to cum, Herb," Steve moaned.  "I gotta pump a load into
her mouth...  I gotta empty my balls into her pretty little mouth, man!",
Steve finished, fairly whimpering.



   "Fuck, go for it!" I encouraged him.  It would look fucking hot on the
video.  "Just try to pull out and splatter some on her face before you
finish shooting, if you can," I suggested, enjoying my role as a
pretend-kiddy-porn-director.



   "You got it!" Steve replied as he started stroking the length of his
cockshaft, having no difficulty keeping his cockhead just inside Daria's
mouth; heck, it was Daria's mouth - her luscious little lips closed up
tightly underneath his cockhead ridges - that was keeping his cockhead
firmly in place...



   Steve stroked his cock furiously, and seeing that I still had a good
grip on the back of her neck, he moved his left hand down to Daria's crotch
and gripped her pussy mound.  He started rubbing his middle finger up and
down inside her pussy lips, and then slowly pressed the tip of his finger
right into her tiny fuckhole.



   Steve was going to finger-fuck my 2 year old daughter's cunt right in
front of me.



   And I was LOVING it.



   "Oh yeah...  Do it, man.  Finger-fuck my little girl.  Finger-fuck her
while you jack off into her mouth," I almost growled, while barely having
enough presence of mind to point the camera down between Daria's legs and
get some video of Steve thrusting the tip of his middle finger (he could
barely get much more in than right past the first joint of his finger) in
and out of her oh-so-tiny vagina.



   Then Steve started moaning as he got close to cumming; every muscle in
his body stiffened as the load that he had choked off found its release,
shooting through his massive cockshaft and pumping into Daria's mouth.



   "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... 
FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK...  GODDDDAMMMMMITTT!"



   Steve bellowed so loud that someone standing outside the house could
probably have heard it; but I was so blown away by the obscenity of the
moment that I could actually have cared less.  It made ME want to cum too,
and when Steve moved his left hand from Daria's pussy and put it back on
top of her head, I let go of the back of Daria's neck and clambered off the
bed, slamming the camera back down on its tripod but also quickly moving it
close to the action - glancing at the monitor to make sure that it had
Daria's face centered, then giving the zoom button a nudge so that it
framed her perfectly from mid-chest up...



   And then I jumped back up on the bed and got back on the other side of
Daria, just as Steve was yanking his still-spurting cock out of Daria's
mouth and aiming it at her face.



   I raised up on my knees on the other side of Daria, and gave my turgid,
straining cock one stroke, then a second, and on the third I erupted too,
sending a big geyser of creamy jism splattering against the side of Daria's
face.



   At the same time, Steve's last few ejaculations were splashing up
against her face; he was pointing it at her forehead and thick globs of cum
were flowing from there down around her nose and cheeks.  For a good 10
seconds or so, the video recorded the achingly obscene, hardcore
motherfucking kiddy porn of two men simultaneously shooting cum all over a
gorgeous little 2 year old girl's face.



   By the time we were through, Daria's face looked like one of those
chicks in a bukkake video after having dozens of men cover her face with
jizz.  After all, it didn't take much to cover a 2 year old girl's tiny
face, and I had built up a pretty good cum in MY balls over the last couple
of days.  And also just like I had anticipated, Steve didn't disappoint. 
The guy's massive cock emptied a load into Daria's mouth and on her face
that was every bit as worthy as any that Peter North had put on film!



   I sat back against the headboard next to Daria and tried to regain my
senses, as Steve staggered over to the foot of the bed and sat down.



   "Holy motherfucking shit, man, that was intense," Steve murmured.



   "Damn straight, dude.  Helluva load, too!" I said with a smile, nodding
in his direction.



   "Thank you - Thank you very much," Steve said, doing a good imitation of
Elvis Presley, and we both shared a good laugh.



   "You know when you called me last night?", Steve continued, "...  when I
sounded out of breath?"



   "Yeah...  what were you up to, you devil?", I asked, suspecting the kind
of answer I might get.



   "Well, I was right in the middle of getting a blowjob by Amanda," Steve
said with wicked smile.



   "Fuck!  That's hot, man!", I replied enviously.



   "Yeah...  And I hadn't cum for a couple of days before that.  But after
your call I decided to not 'finish' with Amanda - heck, she didn't mind,
she just wanted to get back to texting with her friends anyway - or
sexting, more likely," Steve said with a sardonic smile.



   "So anyway...  I had several days of cum saved up for your little
princess here," Steve finished explaining.



   "Damn.  Well, it looked like it, that's for sure!" I laughed.  "Hey,
grab the camera and bring it over here for some closeups of her face and
chest," I directed again.



   Steve took the camcorder off the tripod and as I sat next to Daria,
still propped up against the headboard (her eyes now closed, which was
probably a good thing considering that it kept any cum from going directly
into her eyes); as Steve brought the camera up close to her face, I tilted
her head down and once again was rewarded with the hot sight of several
huge dollops of Steve's thick white cum flowing out of her mouth and
dropping down onto her chest.  I then got up on my knees next to her again
and took my cock in my hand (it had started stiffening again) and rubbed my
cockhead against her tiny pink nipples, smearing the loads of cum that her
chest was literally covered with - both Steve's AND mine - all over those
nipples...



   "mmmm...  This'll help your little titties grow nice and big when you
get older, sweetheart.  All this protein will give you big, juicy pink
nipples just like your mommy's..." I intoned nastily.



   "Fuck yeah - that's hot, Herb," Steve said appreciatingly, pointing the
camera down at the perverted debauchery I was subjecting my 2 year old
daughter to.



   After I had finished that hot little "segment" of our
two-men-and-a-little-girl kiddy porn filming, I suggested to Steve that we
take a short break and have a couple of brewskis.  We laid Daria down on
the bed, on her back so that hopefully all our cum would remain on her face
just the way it was - big, thick globs and pools and rivulets of two grown
men's loads splattered all over her gorgeous little face.  It would look
hot for it to still be all over her face when we got back and did more
nasty shit to her.



   And we left my 2 year old daughter laying on her bed naked, her face and
chest covered with jism (pausing only to shoot a minute or so more of video
of her like that, slowly moving the camera up and down her body to record
the sexy sight).  Then we headed to the kitchen to "recharge."



   In the kitchen, Steve filled me in more about his relationship with his
daughter Amanda (after having just teased me with the mentioning of her
having been sucking his cock when I had called the night before).  It
turned out that after molesting her regularly from the time she was 6
months old to almost 3 years of age, he had stopped cold turkey when it
seemed like she was on the verge of being able to verbalize the activity -
especially to his wife.  She had actually said a couple of things that,
after almost giving him a heart attack when he heard her chattering to
mommy, he had been able to explain away.  But that had put enough of the
fear of God into him to get him to stop molesting Amanda.



   Until, amazingly enough, his little brunette minx had started coming on
to HIM when she was 9 years old!  It was a year after he and his wife had
gotten divorced, and on one of Amanda's weeks with him, she had informed
him in a matter-of-fact voice one night that she had found a nasty website
on the internet that had erotic stories about adults having sex with
children - and even with their OWN children!  Pedophilia and Incest, she
pronounced carefully...  And both concepts had intrigued little Amanda; in
fact, they MORE than intrigued her, they turned her on.  Sexually.  She had
actually started masturbating for the first time in her young life to the
nasty stories, and after reading the restricted portions of the stories
that visitors could look at, it wasn't enough.  She wanted her daddy to get
a membership to the website and give her access to it so that she could
read the stories in their entirety!



   And, of course, one thing led to another.  All it took was the first
"reading" session, in which 9 year old Amanda sat on daddy's lap reading
the stories, for Steve to start running his hands all over her tight little
body...  One hand eventually finding its way between Amanda's legs;
slipping inside her shorts and panties; masturbating her tiny clitty until
Amanda had cum onto her daddy's hand as it firmly gripped her pussy mound.



   From there the action had progressed quickly - the very next night,
Steve broke out his archive of kiddy porn pics and vids and showed some of
the hottest material to Amanda.  Now it turned out that the little vixen
had already been looking at the adult porn that could be freely found on
the internet - and she had been intrigued by the videos of adults fucking
and sucking.  But it was another whole dimension when she saw daddy's kiddy
porn.  And saw (watching WITH daddy, no less) little girls even younger
than her sucking their daddy's cocks, and being fucked by them.  And that
very night Amanda did BOTH with HER daddy.



   She sucked his cock until his eyes almost popped out of his head,
swallowing his entire load without spilling a drop (which was quite an
accomplishment given how big Steve's loads were), AND she got fucked by
daddy.  At least, by his cockhead; just like Steve had just been able to
only get his cockhead into 2 year old Daria's mouth, he had only been able
to get his cockhead and maybe another inch of cockshaft into Amanda's 9
year old pussy.  Steve was so big that it wasn't until Amanda was 11 that
he was able to work as much as half of his cock into her (and now, at age
13, he could still only get about two-thirds of his length inside her).



   So that explained the sarcastic looking expression I had seen from
Amanda back at the store, I mused as Steve was filling me in (as well as
giving me all kinds of nasty ideas including Amanda in our new
activities)...



   And, it got my cock nice and hard again - getting me more than ready for
round 2 with Daria...

   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.



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living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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