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Date: Wed,  1 Jan 2003 20:10:18 -0500
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  [M/g, pedo, oral, inc]

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  The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
  meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
  out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
  many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
  fellow convict in their local prison.
  ********************************************
  This story is pure erotic fantasy. It has no basis
  in fact whatsoever. I DON'T advocate or
  approve of this behavior in the real world!

  Another version of the beginning of this story
  is posted in the Incest section of Kristen's
  Archive.


  Jenny's Dad

  by adversity


  Most people would say that the guys in my net
  group were molesting, or wanted to molest their
  daughters. We thought of ourselves as men who
  loved our little girls; at least those of us in the
  core of the group.

  We traded stories about what we'd done, how
  we felt, what we wished we could do. Pictures.
  Mostly with the girls' faces hidden, mostly run
  of the mill shots of naked kids in tubs or little
  cherubs in their swimsuits.

  The average guy in the group, which numbered
  hundreds of members, had done little more than
  fantasize about incest. But there was one guy
  who had an expensive paid website. You had to
  practically sign away your soul to get access to
  it. There he posted pictures of his daughter. Her
  body, never her face. The poses were shocking
  and so hot I must have jerked off on them a
  million times. The tamest ones showed the six
  year old girl on a bed with her nightie pulled up
  over her head. Her slightly rounded thighs were
  spread, the small lips exposed.

  A lot of the shots were close up views with his
  hand in the frame, spreading the downy little
  cunt open to show its precious pink insides. In
  some he was finger fucking her or playing with
  her clit.

  I could practically taste her. I stared forever at
  the screen, pumping my cock. I remembered the
  incredible little girl musk of my own baby girl's
  cunt.

  What always took me over the top were the
  pictures that showed her wanting it, her cunt
  thrust upward, hips lifting from the bed. She
  wanted so bad to be touched.

  The pictures got more graphic until you got to
  a series entitled "Completion." Unbelievable
  close ups of his hard thick cock going into her. I
  studied them for hours; long after my balls
  were drained and aching.

  Horndad99. He claimed he was a psychiatrist
  and sex therapist who had experimented with
  techniques on his daughter and come up with a
  combination of drugs and conditioning that had
  turned her into his lover. He'd started on her as
  a baby.

  Drugs and subliminal conditioning CDs were
  the heart of his technique, he said.

  The guys in the group debated it with each other
  and him, endlessly. One fateful night near the end
  of summer, in a sweat of lust for my own kid, I
  contacted him privately.


  I'd been worshipping my little girl's body since my
  wife first brought her home.

  I'd gotten married because Eileen was pregnant.
  I won't say it was a mistake because if it hadn't
  happened I wouldn't have Jenny. But for me and
  Eileen, the marriage was impossible. We didn't
  love each other and we were suddenly stuck with
  each other and a baby.  Maybe, because I grew up
  close to my mom, who'd been deserted by my old
  man, I was the one who stuck by the kid when the
  marriage blew up.

  Eileen tried at the start. She was going to show
  everybody who said she was too young that they
  were full of shit by doing it all -- breastfeeding,
  cloth diapers, you name it. It didn't last. She was
  a kid herself and she couldn't cope. She wanted to
  go out, to have fun. Having the baby was like a
  prison sentence for her.

  I wasn't that much older but I'd been on my own,
  making a living since my teens on construction
  crews. By the time I married Eileen I had my own
  small business and a growing number of clients
  for remodeling jobs.

  The nights Eileen didn't come home, I fed Jenny
  from a bottle. She'd drink from it but she'd fuss
  because she was craving her mommy's tit.

  One night, desperate to stop her crying, I'd put
  her up to my own smooth chest and damn if she
  didn't clamp onto me! It sent bolts of pleasure like
  heat lightning straight to my cock.

  I started to treasure the nights when Eileen didn't
  come home. I didn't care where she was or who
  she was fucking, because I had Jenny. I would feed
  her from the bottle and then let her suck at my tit
  while I rocked her to sleep. I'd get so hard I'd have
  to jerk off while she sucked me.

  I remember the first time I rubbed my aching dick
  on her soft baby cunt; creamy and slick with baby
  oil and powder. I came harder than I'd ever come
  in my life -- just from feeling her sweet stuff touch
  the head of my cock.

  It happened when I was getting her ready for bed.
  I'd already stripped down, ready to jerk off while
  I rocked her. My cock was throbbing. It had gotten
  to the point where I was hard as a tree limb near
  her bedtime every night, like clockwork. My hand
  was on my stiff dick and I couldn't stop staring at
  her innocent pussy, its tiny pouchy lips so fucking
  cute. I'd taken my time washing it, fingering it with
  oil and listening to her coo with pleasure. I knew
  I should close up the diaper but I didn't.

  My heart was beating like a drum as I started to
  explore her pussy and massage my rod at the
  same time. No more excuses, no more pretending.
  I wasn't wiping her clean or protecting her from
  diaper rash. I was feeling her cunt  because I was
  hot for it, because I was horny and it turned me on
  to see and feel my fingers between those pussy lips. 
  It was hottest thing I'd ever done in my life. Jenny's
  chubby legs folded up, little knees hiked up high like
  she was trying to show me more of her sweet cunt.

  "Good girl," I crooned at her, my knuckle soaked
  in baby oil, rubbing slowly back and forth over her
  barely formed clit. My other hand worked my hot
  cock harder and harder. Seconds away from the
  point of no return I stopped and picked her up.
  Trembling, I held her in one arm against my chest
  and pressed my oozing cock head on her cunt.

  The contact point between me and Jenny was
  electric, like I'd plugged  into a wall socket. My
  whole body shook, my hips jerking, as I soaked
  her in sperm from the front of her box to her pink
  asshole. I hadn't cum that hard and hot since I 
  was sixteen years old.

  Soon after that happened, I found a chest of
  drawers to replace her changing table that put
  her at the right level to reach with my dick.

  From then on every diaper change was a good
  excuse to haul out my pecker and play. I swear
  she loved it as much as I did.

  She loved to be naked and to be played with.
  She loved my dick. I couldn't put it in her mouth,
  it was too big, but she'd try to clamp onto it like
  a nipple to nurse on. Her little chin would work
  as she tried to suck me, her wet lips and gums
  working around my knob, making me ooze a
  river of precum.

  I'd save up rubbing between her legs for the end.
  Right through her slippery ass cheeks and up the
  warm seam of her split to diddle her tiny clit
  with my spitting cockhead. I loved to see the cum
  shoot out of my pisshole straight at her wiggling
  cunt, spattering her with globs of thick cream.


  When Eileen left for good I moved Jenny's crib
  into the bedroom with me. There were nights I
  was so horny I'd stand by the side of the crib in
  the dark, with my meat poking through the bars
  and jerk off.

  I didn't think I was hurting her. She seemed to
  love it more and more as I figured out what felt
  good to her. What harm could there be, I thought,
  in tickling her sweet snatch with my tongue. She
  had killer orgasms, her whole body quivering. It
  was better than anything I'd ever imagined.


  As she got older I found new ways for us to do
  stuff together.  I'd hold her in my lap or on top
  of me when she was sleepy. Both of us naked.
  My hard, lubed pole between her chubby little
  thighs if she was in my lap. If she was on top of
  me on the bed, I'd lay her right on my dick. I'd
  have a towel across my thighs or under me on
  the bed for when she peed.

  I'd spread her tiny pussy lips to make sure she
  had my meat pressed against her clit. In my lap,
  I would hold her legs in my hands, closing them
  snug around my cock and rub myself and her to
  heaven. In bed it was like she was humping my
  dick; I'd rock her like we were having a gentle
  fuck. I knew when she came. She'd do it over
  and over again, quivering on her daddy's pole.
  At the end of a session, when she was all done,
  she would piss. If I hadn't already, the splash
  of her pee would make me empty my balls.

  Her mother used to do the same thing in a way.
  Eileen could cum like crazy, over and over, but
  when she was tired of it, totally done, she'd go
  off to the bathroom and take a piss. She said it
  felt good, like a last little cum, to feel her piss
  forced out through her swollen clit.

  Jenny and I were closer than married. She was
  my own flesh and blood.

  The special kisses between her legs and letting
  her see or touch my cock stopped much too soon
  for me. When she was starting to talk, I realized
  the days of her not knowing what we did were
  over.

  Still, I got a lot of cuddling from my girl. There
  were times when she was sleeping that I could
  sneak a touch or two and that was fine. A few
  feels at bath time. Not much.

  Even though she said she was a big girl she still
  liked her special snuggle before bedtime, after
  her bath when she was dressed in her nightie.
  She'd climb up in my lap and hug me, with her
  bare legs straddling my thigh; her nightgown
  soft, falling around my lap. I had to keep my
  cock hidden but I'd rock her on my leg, back and
  forth and my little girl would moan and coo
  while I pet her back and stroked her silky blonde
  hair.  I knew what she needed and wanted. I
  could feel the tremors run through her when she
  climaxed. Jenny let me give her those workouts
  because she didn't know what she was doing.
  There would be a warm damp patch of her little
  girl cum on my pants when she got up.

  Sometimes I got to feel her on my bare leg. In
  the heat of summer, wearing shorts, I'd get to
  feel her warm pussy lips kiss my thigh. I'd be
  hard as a rock, my cock inches away from her,
  her thigh nudging my churning balls. I knew she
  saw the big bulge in my pants. She didn't know
  what she was seeing and she didn't touch it.

  I'd put her to bed and then jerk off furiously.

  Eventually, even the bedtime snuggles stopped. 

  About the time she turned six, a big girl in first
  grade, she started to get shy. She didn't want to
  sleep with her daddy any more, unless there was
  a bad storm, or a bad nightmare. It got so the
  sound of thunder gave me a hard-on because I
  knew a little fairy princess would sneak into my
  bed. I'd hold her and she'd feel safe.

  I treasured it even though it was a torment to
  lie still, feeling her little body pressed up against
  my hard dick, not moving until I was sure she
  was sound asleep.

  The older she got the hotter I was for her. She
  was a heartbreaker. Prettier by far than her mom,
  and sexy as hell in her little school uniform. I was
  dying to be able to look at her growing body the
  way I had when she was a baby. It drove me nuts
  the way she hid herself.

  She squealed if I saw her naked, and she would
  cover her eyes with her hands if I had my clothes
  off.

  I knew that she masturbated like crazy, but she
  was sneaky about it, hiding in her room. She liked
  to rub herself off on this one stuffed toy she had.
  A little floppy dog she named Boo-Boo. While she
  was at school, Boo-Boo and I had some hot times
  together. I'd jerk off, sniffing her scent on him.
  I would have soaked him in spunk if I hadn't been
  careful. I didn't want to matt up his fur with dried
  cum.

  My heart was breaking and my dick was out of
  control. The further she pulled away from me
  the more I was aching for her. I started to spend
  a lot of time on the internet, looking at little girls,
  wanting my own little girl back. Soon she stopped
  using Boo-Boo and I was reduced to jerking off in
  her dirty panties, searching the cloth crotch  for
  some trace of the smell I loved.

  Jennie was my lovebug, my girl, but I always
  had women I could fuck. Mostly I paid for it.

  I'm a decent looking guy -- tall, muscular from
  all the years I've spent in construction. I knew I
  looked good -- I saw it in women's eyes. They
  looked, I looked back. I dated a few but I didn't
  have the time or inclination for a relationship.

  I needed pussy I could fuck without having to
  build my life around it. There were a few pros I
  kept to on a steady basis. Nice enough girls who
  understood I wanted a no-strings attached fuck
  I could count on. There was only one female I
  wanted at the center of my life, and that was
  Jenny.

  Sliding my meat in some whore's snatch, I'd be
  dreaming of her, imagining her old enough to
  take my cock, picturing her with her legs spread,
  asking me to fuck her, telling me she'd never
  love another man.

  I always took care of my needs in the daytime
  while she was at school. I never wanted to give
  up a precious night at home with her. Not once
  did I leave her with a sitter. And after she went
  to bed, I'd be on the internet, my hard cock rising
  up toward the keyboard.

  I guess it was around the time she started school
  that I discovered the egroup. It helped. I'd get
  worked up talking to them. Guys begged me for
  details about what I'd done with Jenny and it
  made my balls boil to go back over the past, to
  describe how close we'd been. I never posted
  her picture up anywhere. I didn't want any one
  jerking off at her. But I'd look at their little girls
  with them and tell them how cute, or how sexy
  they were, thinking to myself that none of them
  came close to Jenny.

  The night came that I broke down and contacted
  Horndad99 privately. We went into a private
  chatroom and I started down a road that would
  change my life and Jenny's forever.

  It was right after she started school, the end of
  the summer. She was in second grade.

  I spent a fortune on Horndad's kit. Half of me
  felt like I'd begun a waking nightmare and the
  other half went blundering forward, desperate.

  The CDs were the easy part. I gave them to her
  when she got home from school.

  Jenny was thrilled. A  brand new walkman and
  CDs of her favorite boy bands. She had those
  headphones glued on from the moment she got
  them.

  I watched her dance around the family room,
  which was also my office; she was lipsynching
  passionately to a song I couldn't hear. She
  was irresistible.

  I was at my desk where I'd quickly closed the
  window on the computer showing pictures of
  Horndad's daughter. Usually I didn't look at
  anything like that until late at night when she
  was safely sleeping. Even so, there had been a
  couple of close calls when a sleepy-eyed girl
  showed up in the doorway in the middle of the
  night, wanting a glass of water or scared by a
  nightmare. 

  I was so hopped up, though, when the stuff
  arrived, that I had to look at some picture files.
  My dick was like steel. I'd spent a good hour or
  more going through Horndad's photos of his
  daughter.

  My hardon was raging behind the shield of my
  desk as my baby danced around the room with
  her headphones on. If I hadn't already been
  turned on from looking at pictures, I would have
  boned up from just watching her dance; shaking
  her slim hips to the music only she could hear.
  Incredible to think that in a matter of hours I
  might be able to hold her and touch her the way
  I wanted to.

  Her school clothes made me hot. I'm not sure
  why I found the white blouse and plaid skirt so
  sexy, but I'm obviously not the only one. The
  image is everywhere in porn. You'd think that
  since those outfits have become sex cliches, that
  there'd be some change in how private schools
  dress little girls. On the other hand, it wouldn't
  matter what you put them in. It's not the clothes
  that are sexy, it's the girls. Whatever they wore
  would end up in strip shows and porn films.


  Her shirt was escaping and the short dark red
  tie was loose around her neck. Her knee socks
  were drooping down her pretty legs.

  The thought of putting my hand up her skirt
  sent a heat wave through my groin that almost
  made me groan out loud. I think that was the
  first time it ever occured to me that some of my
  urges were leftovers from when I was a kid,
  myself; stuff I'd wanted to do to the little girls
  in my classes at school.

  She opened her dark blue eyes and grinned
  at me. So happy with her present.

  "Come here, baby," I said, motioning her to
  me, and she came rushing; eager to thank me.

  "I love it, Daddy!"

  She didn't resist being swept onto my lap for
  a moment to hug me. The brief pressure of her
  warm little body in my arms and across my
  thighs made my cock go crazy. I wanted to
  keep holding her, run my hand between her
  lively legs. She was wiggling away much too
  soon. I wondered if she'd felt my hard-on
  pressed against her leg.



  I couldn't stand to think about what was in the
  white powder I was supposed to give her.

  I opened the vial, a day's dose, and sprinkled it
  over some ice cream. I felt like I was dreaming,
  and yet awake. I did it quickly, before I could
  change my mind. I smothered the whole scoop
  of ice cream with chocolate syrup, praying she
  wouldn't taste it, praying it would work.

  I didn't even think that it might hurt her. I
  trusted Horndad. God knows why, but I did.
  Maybe because I knew he was a guy like me.
  I knew it had worked for him.

  Sedatives played a part, that much he'd told
  me. He said there were hormones involved,
  but how, or what, exactly -- I didn't know. The
  truth is I didn't want to know. I just wanted it
  to work.

  Everything hinged on how susceptible she was
  to the conditioning. It boiled down to a kind of
  hypnosis. He had embedded the CDs with
  what he called training sequences. I'd know
  the first night, he told me.

  Once she got drowsy from the drugs, all I had
  to do was say the words, "daddy's girl," to her.
  Her key phrase.

  If the suggestions had taken, I'd know, he told
  me. She'd be horny and wanting me to touch
  her, wanting to touch me.

  Scared as I was of what I was doing, I was
  more or less hard for hours. Jenny listened to
  her CDs while she did her home assignments
  from school, and still had her headphones on
  during dinner.

  I knew the suggestions were designed to
  relax her, to ease her fear of expressing any
  subconscious sexual feelings she had for me.

  In my heart, I believed my little girl wanted
  me as badly as I wanted her. It made no sense
  to me that the person I loved most in the world,
  who used to love me to touch her, to kiss and
  cuddle her had stopped wanting it. I believed
  she would willingly  choose to be as physically
  close me as she could if she thought it was
  permitted.

  I wanted and needed her. If I succeeded in
  getting my hands on her, no one could know.
  Just the thought of being found out made me
  weak. Not only would I be labeled a criminal,
  the worst kind of pervert -- I'd lose her. She'd
  end with her mother. Unbearable.

  Eileen hardly kept the minimum contact with
  Jenny after the divorce. Partly, it made her feel
  guilty to see her, and partly it was the life she
  was leading. It would be a disaster to condemn
  Jenny to  life with a mother that didn't want her;
  the father who loved her behind bars.

  Both of our lives would be ruined.

  Horndad had told me the conditioning would
  make me safe from discovery. It was geared
  toward keeping her silent about what we did.

  "I use powerful prohibitions," he said. "But
  what works best is encouraging the girl to be
  protective of you, it works better than trying
  to scare her."

  According to him, Jenny would classify our
  "playtime" as special, even magical. The
  changes in her would be apparent only when
  she was alone with me.

  I was  as nervous as I was aroused. I couldn't
  sit still. I left her alone, telling her I had some
  phone calls to make and went out to the kitchen
  where I pacedr. I forced myself to make a few
  calls, in case she came in and to distract myself
  from seconds passing in slow motion.

  How long would it take?

  I went to my bedroom to get out of my clothes.
  My cock was aching with a pent up load. It was
  stiff and red when I peeled off my jeans.

  I could feel my blood pulse in my dick. My palms
  were sweaty. I pulled on a pair of loose pajama
  pants and wrapped myself in a robe to hide my
  hard-on. I kept telling myself that nothing was
  going to happen; that I'd find Jenny watching TV,
  just like always. She'd beg me for one more show
  before bedtime and I'd beat off later, looking at
  another man's child on my computer screen.


  "Sweetheart," I said on my way into the room.
  "Ready to call it a night?"

  There was no answer. Heart racing, I walked
  slowly around the couch.

  My angel was on her back, head turned to the
  side on a pillow, watching TV with drowsy
  eyes. Her candy floss hair swirled around her
  face and shoulers.

  Jenny loved boy style pajamas with pants
  and a shirt -- even if they were pink like the
  ones she was wearing that night, dotted with
  scampering kittens. I'd figured out that what
  she liked was to trap the seam of the crotch
  between her legs. To masturbate, probably,
  or maybe it just felt good. When I did the wash,
  I could tell by the wrinkles in the thin cloth that
  it had been bunched up against her cunt, deep
  folds steamed into the fabric by the warmth
  and moisture; saturated with the scent of her
  little girl sex.

  She looked up.

  "Just a little more," she protested.

  I sat down by her feet and pet her leg. She'd
  done her little trick with the bunched fabric
  of the pajama bottoms in between her legs.
  She swung her knee open. I could see how the
  seam bisected the soft lips of her cunt. My dick
  started to drool; imagining the moist warmth.

  The moment of truth.

  "Who's Daddy's girl?" I asked her, the words
  sounded almost supernatural in my own ears.
  I practically held my breath once I'd said it
  out loud, my eyes scanning her for some sign.

  She looked at me,  big dark blue eyes scanning
  my face, her breathing so deep I could see her
  chest rise and fall. So serious, so intense.

  Whether my brain clicked into slow motion or
  it really happened that way, I don't know, but
  it seemed like I spent a lifetime watching her
  bent knees rise and her thighs open as wide
  as she could spread them.

  "Do you love me, Daddy?" she asked me in
  a low whisper. Her angel face was full of
  what I can only describe as wanting; her hips
  rising subtly, pushing her groin up as she
  lifted her arms and put them behind her
  head.

  "More than anything in the world," I told
  her.

  I can't believe my hand wasn't shaking as I
  touched her hot little mound -- offered so
  completely; sweetly but provocatively. Her
  eyes drifted half shut but didn't leave my
  face as she took a deep breath lifted into my
  touch.

  My baby girl! I traced the contours of her
  cunt. I was thrilled and yet heavy as lead
  with the weight of the moment. Until I felt
  the dampness that had seeped from her
  little box. It unlocked me.

  I got down on my knees beside the couch
  and pressed my face into her warm crotch.
  I'd become so attached to the things she
  wore, my only way of touching her. To feel
  her inside the thin flannel I'd rubbed on my
  mouth in secret, that I'd wrapped around
  my dick, was incredible.

  By the time I took the bottoms off her, the
  crotch was soaked with my spit and her
  little girl stickiness.

  She was mine again. Not just the sweet little
  box with its downy lips, her belly, her chest,
  her thighs! All of her open to me. I rubbed her
  bare tummy and looked in her beautiful eyes.
  She looked slightly dazed and aroused, but
  she was staring at me as hungrily as I was
  looking at her. It slayed me.

  To think this was in her, suppressed by fear;
  to look at her daddy with all the yearning in
  her heart.

  "Baby," I told her, touching that face like silk,
  "Daddy loves you so much."

  My hand slid down, over her smooth chest,
  down that tender belly to her cunt and she
  moaned like I hadn't heard her since she was
  an infant.

  I was so close to losing it. I fisted my dick,
  and buried my face between her tensed legs.
  A little girl, not a baby, and yet still so small
  that my mouth covered her. Her pink bud,
  that she'd found so many ingenious ways to
  stimulate, rubbed my lips and tongue. She
  bumped up to my mouth, harder and harder.
  So good, but not enough!

  Like when she was a baby, at the end I was
  desperate to see and feel my cock touch her
  cunt. I didn't want to grab her or scare her
  but I needed it so bad that I got my knee up
  on the couch and was able to reach her with
  my dick. God, it looked huge and obscene
  on her innocent box, but so hot that I was
  dying.

  My little girl gasped, staring down between
  her legs at her daddy's big knob riding her
  pussy. She jerked her hips wildly, moaning
  and I knew she was cumming. My first spurt
  of seed soaked her, my cockhead slid down
  and lodged at her opening. I pumped my
  cock, rubbing into her softness in ecstasy,
  bathing her in her daddy's cum.

  It was heaven to slide on her sperm-soaked
  little pussy, to see it pink from rubbing and
  swollen with pleasure. My cock was barely
  soft before it twitched with a fresh rush of
  blood, filling again.

  She was so horny, her whole little body
  craving.

  "Daddy," she said, pulling her pj shirt
  up to her armpits to show me her excited
  baby tits. "I feel tickles here."

  Her pale pink nipples, smaller than dimes,
  had tiny hard beads of arousal. My fingers
  seemed too big and rough to handle such
  delicate skin.

  "Daddy's going to take care of all your
  tickles," I told her. I pinched one of the
  little buds gently and then the other; my
  cock bobbing on her pussy.

  My balls dragged on the upholstery of the
  couch cushion and my knee on the floor was
  aching but it felt so good to work my cock
  on her spermy cunt lips that it was hard to
  stop long enough to take her someplace I
  could reach more of her easily.

  Just one more time, I thought, thrusting
  through my fist which was wet with cum.
  My hand roamed her silky chest and up
  into the cups of her armpits.

  The  blend of lust and innocence in her
  beautiful young face was the same look
  that had inflamed me when she was a
  baby. Her hips rocked in a motion that
  was ingrained in my memory from the
  many times I'd teased her to orgasm.

  She moaned and shook when it hit her
  and I lodged my knob at the entrance of
  her cunt to feel the contractions as she
  climaxed.

  I wanted in there so badly.

  My dick throbbing with need, I forced
  myself to back off. Somehow, I managed
  to pull away and get a grip on myself. I
  picked my baby up in my arms and carried
  her to the bathroom to wash her.

  She was glowing.

  With the counter cushioned by a thick
  bath towel, I laid my little girl down.
  Her eyes roamed from my face to my
  dick.

  "I love  ..." she started to say, and then
  paused, her hand going to her mouth
  as her eyes stayed glued to my erection.

  "What do you love, baby?"

  I soaked a washcloth and soaped it. My
  dick was pulsing with need and I wanted
  to clean her cunt with my mouth, not a
  washcloth! But I was trying to slow things
  down, afraid of hurting her, of irritating
  her now very pink vagina.

  "Spread your legs, sweetheart so Daddy
  can wash you." She still hadn't answered
  but her sweet thighs opened, showing me
  her privates, shiny with my jizz.

  "I love my Daddy's cock," she said. "I want
  to kiss it."

  Incredible. Her little mound was moving
  against my hand. Her face was flushed,
  eyes dark and her lips open as she moved
  her hand away from her mouth, reaching
  for my aching dick.

  Oh God.

  "You can kiss it if you want to, baby," I
  told her. I moved closer, toward her head,
  my nuts climbing in eagerness. I couldn't
  control the hand between her legs, either
  to stop touching or stimulate her. She was
  doing the work of fucking her little cunt
  on my hand as her small fist closed around
  my thick meat and she guided my knob to
  her open lips.

  I gripped the base of my rod, to jack it and
  to keep from ramming it into that sweet
  hot little mouth. To see that angel face with
  my eight inches of gristle poking at it, was
  unreal. Her tongue was bliss, she licked at
  my piss slit and sucked.

  "Suck me," I heard myself groan. "Suck
  your daddy's cock, baby. That's good, so
  good."

  Goddamn. The wet washcloth had gotten
  lost somewhere under her backside and she
  was urgently pumping her pussy on my soapy
  hand. Between the clenching and pulse of her
  cumming and her hungry sucking mouth, I
  went blind with pleasure and shot my load.
  She squealed around my dick and kept sucking
  as the cum emptied from my balls in spasms.

    

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