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Subject: {ASSM} Jim, my Neighbor (pedo, Mg, mast, rom )
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Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2006 03:10:01 -0500
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Title: Jim, the Neighbor
{ASSM} Jim, my Neighbor (pedo, Mg, mast, rom )

2006 By Krysty


[This is a story that is for adults only, it is erotica and contains graphic
descriptions of a child with an adult man.  If this type of content bothers
you in any way, then please do not read it. ]






Cindy's Mom and Dad had divorced when she was very little. Her mom had 
remarried, but her new stepfather didn't really want her around. She tried 
to stay out of the way as much as possible by staying in her room by 
herself. She had her books and her cat, Smokey. When she did get sad, she 
told her troubles to Smokey. He would listen quietly while she stroked his 
fur  and cried. But most of the time she was a happy child, if a bit curious 
about everything.

On that Monday, she was looking for her hairbrush. She hadn't put it back 
and now she couldn't find it.  Her Mom and Stepfather were at work. She 
could sneak into her Mom's room where she could use her hairbrush and put it 
back without anyone finding out. She was afraid she would get into trouble 
if she got caught. She listened for any sounds in the house, but only the 
odd creaking noise of the old house could be heard. She crept down the 
hallway to her Mom's door, and turned the knob very gently.

It felt very strange to be in here. She wasn't allowed in the room, and 
curiosity got the better of her. She walked over to the bed. On the table 
beside the bed, she saw some paperback books. Because she loved all books, 
she looked at the titles. Most had pictures of spaceships on them, and she 
didn't like science fiction. Then she noticed a book had slipped down 
between the bed and nightstand. She bent down and picked it up. It didn't 
have any picture on the cover like the other books. She read the title, The 
Training of Emma. She loved books about dogs, and she didn't think her 
stepfather would miss the book since it had dust on it. She had been looking 
for something to read just the night before. Surely she could read the book 
quickly and put it back without anyone ever knowing that she had borrowed 
it.  She brushed her hair and made sure to put the brush back in the same 
place she had found it. She left the room and finished dressing for school. 
Cindy put the book she borrowed under her mattress to read later when she 
came home from school.

That afternoon when she got home, she got herself something to drink from 
the fridge. She grabbed Smokey, and ran upstairs to her room. No one would 
be home for another three hours, and she had been thinking about the book 
all day. Cindy got it from under the mattress and laid Smokey on the bed 
where he began to purr and go to sleep. She climbed up on the bed and opened 
the book. What she read inside shocked her.

This book wasn't about some little dog. This was about a minister's teenage 
daughter who was taken by this motorcycle club. The minister had preached 
against this club recently and tried to make trouble for them. The club 
decided he needed to be punished for his efforts, so they kidnapped his 
daughter. But the things they did to her, Cindy had never heard of things 
like this before. And some of the words confused her. But other things, they 
made her feel funny inside. She wriggled on the bed, trying to get 
comfortable. But no matter how she sat, she felt strange. She continued to 
read about how Emma was being trained by her captors to like sex.

Cindy wasn't a total fool, she knew about sex. Well, she had an idea of what 
it was.  But she had never heard of some of the things that were done to 
Emma. Surely they couldn't be true. And she had so many questions, like why 
they put a collar on Emma. Also, they kept calling her a cunt. Maybe it was 
her nickname. She knew girls at school who had nicknames, so maybe it was 
like that. But Emma didn't seem to like being called that. She had so many 
questions. She tried to think of who to ask that could explain some of what 
she was reading. She didn't dare ask her mom or stepfather. And her brother 
would only get her into trouble. He didn't like her and enjoyed torturing 
her as much as he could get away with. She didn't have anyone she could ask.

Then she thought of Mr. Dunkin next door. He was a very nice man. He always 
said hello to Cindy when she was outside and seemed interested in how she 
was doing. She had talked to him quite a few times. He seemed to like 
hugging Cindy, and since he was so nice, she let him. One time, his hand had 
slipped and brushed against her still flat chest, but it must have been a 
mistake. He removed it quickly, and they each pretended it didn't happen.

She knew he was home because she had seen him when she came home from 
school. Yes! That's what she would do. She would ask Mr. Dunkin to explain 
to her what she didn't understand. She carefully put the book back under the 
mattress, and ran down the stairs. She walked across her yard to the house 
next door. She timidly knocked on the door. After a few moments, she heard 
soft footsteps approach the door. The door knob turned, and when the door 
opened, Mr. Dunkin was standing there looking down at her. He smiled at her.

"Well, hello there, sweetie! What can I do for you?"

Cindy looked down at her feet. She wasn't sure how to ask him. He waited a 
moment, and kneeled down in front of her so that he was her height.

"Cindy? Do you need something?"

She noticed her sandle on her right foot had a new scuff on it. She was 
afraid to look at him, but was finally able talk. "Um, Mr. Dunkin, could I, 
um, talk to you for a few minutes? She was scared to death. Most adults had 
no time for her. They just wanted her to go away and be quiet. They 
definitely did not like questions. But Mr. Dunkin had always seemed to like 
talking to her.

"Well, of course, you can, sweetie. Come in. Does your Mom know you're 
here?" He figured they didn't since he noticed that they rarely had time for 
the little girl. She was left alone so much that he felt sorry for her. 
Whenever he saw her outside, he always tried to talk to her to let her know 
that someone knew she was alive.

"Um, no, she's at work." She finally got the courage to look at him. He was 
very nice looking. He had brown hair with blue eyes that seemed so gentle. 
"I just had some questions to ask, um, if you don't mind."

He stood up, and opened the door wider. "Well, don't just stand there, 
honey, come on in. It's okay. You're not bothering me."  He closed the door 
behind her as she moved inside. "Come on, let's go into the den to talk."

He took her hand, and walked with her toward the back of the house. She had 
never been in his house before. It was so nice, and everything looked so 
clean. So different from her house. They walked into the den.

The room had large windows facing the backyard where she could see the small 
garden that Mr. Dunkin worked in sometimes. There were two sofas in the room 
which faced each other, and she could see different statues, and pictures, 
that seem to come from a foreign country. The room made her feel very 
comfortable.

"Sit down, little one, would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you, Sir." She had remembered to use good manners like she had 
been taught.

He sat down on the sofa across from her and noticed that she wore a little 
blue skirt with ruffles around the edges. He also noticed it was bit too 
short. She also had on a t-shirt that read "Little Devil". He just couldn't 
understand her parents. Couldn't they see that she needed new clothes, since 
she was outgrowing the ones she had. He tilted his head down and looked at 
her eyes. "Ok, now, what questions can I help you with?"

She haltingly explained about the book she found in her parents room. "But, 
please, oh please, Mr. Dunkin, don't tell them. I don't want to get into 
trouble. I will get a whipping for sure if they found out that I went into 
their room."

"Honey, I won't tell them anything you don't want me to. It's okay, don't 
worry."

She liked it when he called her honey and little one. It made her feel good 
inside.

"So, did you read something in the book that you didn't understand?"

Cindy glanced out the window, trying to figure out a way to ask the 
questions she wanted." Um, Mr. Dunkin, can you tell me what cunt means?" She 
rushed on hurriedly. "I looked in the dictionary and couldn't find it." She 
didn't want him to think that she was stupid and couldn't find words in the 
dictionary at school. Mr. Dunkin was looking at her like she had four eyes. 
What was wrong, why was he looking at her that way?

Jim stared at Cindy trying to figure out what to say. He was stunned to hear 
the word come out of her mouth. What kind of book was she reading anyway. He 
decided to ask her. "Honey, was that word in the book you are reading?"

Cindy looked at her shoes again, and managed to mumble out an answer. ""Yes. 
Why? Is it a bad word?"

"Well, it's not exactly a bad word, but it's just not one you should be 
going around and saying. It's what some people would call your, uh, private, 
um, I guess..." " he trailed off, not knowing what word to use with her.

Cindy started to sniffle, and then tears started running down her cheeks. He 
got up quickly and moved to sit beside her. "Honey, what's wrong? Why are 
you crying?" He picked her up and put her in his lap. Cindy cried even 
harder. "Please, honey, tell me what's wrong."

"I'm afraid. I didn't mean to say anything wrong. Please don't tell my Mom."

He cradled her to his chest, rocking her back and forth trying to soothe 
her. "Sweetie, don't worry, you're not in trouble. It's okay to ask 
questions. I just don't know how to explain to you what you want to know. 
Now, please, sweetie, please stop crying." Cindy slowly started to calm 
down, she snuggled in deeper to his chest, feeling loved and safe.

Jim started to realize that his cock was growing. He was afraid that Cindy 
would begin to notice that she was sitting on something hard. Why was he 
turned on by this little creature who seemed so hurt and alone? Maybe it was 
the fact that she had turned to him to trust. He felt a wave of protection 
run through him. Or was that just the blood rushing to his cock. Either way 
it didn't matter, because he was beginning to be really turned on. He tried 
to shake himself out of his musings to try and answer Cindy's question.

"Um, Cindy, what you asked before, about what was a cunt. Well, some people 
use that word to call a person a bad name, but some other people use that 
word to describe your pussy."

Cindy looked at him bewildered. But my cat's name is Smokey, why would 
anyone want to call him a cunt?" She said this with perfect innocence and 
Jim had to smile.

"No honey, not your cat. The word pussy is also a name for your private 
parts." And to show her what he meant, he pointed to the triangle where her 
thighs disappeared under her skirt. Now that he looked at her, he saw how 
her skirt had ridden up when he picked her up. He could see a cleft where 
her panties pulled against her little pussy. He felt his cock jerk in 
response to seeing her little white panties.

Cindy jumped. "She realized that she was sitting on his thingy. But, she 
couldn't figure out why it was so hard. She had seen her brother's one time 
when she walked into the bathroom, and his didn't look hard. She wondered if 
it was because she was sitting on his lap. She really liked Mr. Dunkin, and 
she wanted him to like her.  She squirmed a bit to see what would happen. 
Just to see how he reacted.

Jim gasped as Cindy moved around, but tried to ignore it so he could answer 
her question properly. "See Cindy, right here between your legs is your 
pussy."

It is?" Cindy looked at Mr. Dunking in amazement.  "Why is it called a 
pussy?" And amost as an afterthought, she added "I'm not supposed to touch 
myself there."

He ignored the "why" question and instead asked, "Who said you shouldn't 
touch yourself?"

"My Mom did. She said it was dirty to touch myself.  But can I tell you a 
secret, Mr. Dunkin?" She looked shyly down at her lap and squirmed again 
trying to figure out if he liked it. "Sometimes, when I am in the bathtub, I 
touch myself down there."

Oh God, he couldn't believe how hard he was. Why was she turning him on so 
much? Okay, it had been a long time since he had been with a woman. Ever 
since his wife died, he had pretty much stayed to himself. But still he was 
amazed that he was being turned on by an 11 year old. Instead, he tried to 
keep his mind on the conversation. "And how did that make you feel, little 
one?"

Cindy blushed very deeply. He could see her cheeks pinking in embarrassment. 
  Cindy looked at his chest since she couldn't bare to look into his eyes 
and whispered, "good."

"Cindy, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Our bodies were made to give us 
pleasure. And it's not dirty either. It's a wonderful thing to make yourself 
feel good."

Cindy wrapped her arms around Mr. Dunkin's neck in happiness. Here was 
someone who didn't push her away. He seemed to really like her. She was 
filled with joy at being held by him. She could feel his hand on the small 
of her back, and his other hand, which was very hot, was on her thigh. "Oh, 
Thank you, Mr. Dunkin, for not getting mad at me."

"Cindy, a lot of people wouldn't talk to you this way, but I think you 
should know what's going on with your body. But, it would be best, if you 
didn't tell anyone that I told you some of these things. I could get into 
real trouble."

Cindy gripped his neck even harder, "Mr. Dunkin, I would never want to get 
you in trouble. I won't tell anyone. I swear, I won't. Can I ask you another 
question?"

"Sure, Sweetie, what is it? But here, let go my neck, you're choking me," he 
said with a grin. He settled her back into his lap once more, unconsciously 
wriggling her into place and rubbing his cock against her ass for a fleeting 
second. He breathed deeply trying to get a handle on his emotions.

"Well, in the book I was reading, I don't understand what's happening. I 
mean the girl was being made to do all kinds of things, and the men, they 
seemed to like it. Why is that? And as I read more, she even started to like 
it herself."

"Sometimes, Cindy, when we do something, we think it will be bad, but it 
really turns out to be good. She was just enjoying how her body felt. Like 
you did in the bathtub. By the way, Cindy, how did reading that book make 
you feel?"

Cindy looked up into his eyes, "I felt strange." But Cindy was so glad to 
finally be able to get some answers that she overcome with love for Mr. 
Dunkin. She never wanted to get off his lap. She loved being cuddled and 
loved. In a rash moment, she burst out, "Mr. Dunkin, can I live here with 
you? Could you be my Daddy?"

He looked down into her big blue-green eyes and saw the love for him 
reflected in them. "Honey, you can't live here. You live with your mom and 
stepfather. They would miss you."

"No they won't . They don't even want me around. I'll be a very good girl, 
I'll do anything if you'll let me stay."

"Cindy, you can't live here, but you can come over anytime you want. I love 
it when you come and visit. And I tell you what, you can even call me Daddy. 
Would you like that?"

Cindy smiled a very wide smile, her dimples showing for the first time that 
day. "Oh Yes! I would like that very much," she hesitated and then added, 
"Daddy." It felt really strange calling him that, but it felt really good 
too.  She squirmed again in excitement.

Jim groaned with the effort not to move her around in his lap so he could 
rub his cock against her ass some more.

Cindy looked stricken. "Did I hurt you?"

Jim grinned at her, "No honey, you didn't hurt me. But like when you touch 
yourself in the bathtub and it felt good, well, it feels good to me when you 
squirm in my lap like you are doing. It shouldn't feel good, but it does. I 
really like you sitting in my lap."

Cindy considered what he had said. She really, really liked Mr. Dunkin. He 
made her feel so special and loved. She wanted to make him happy too. She 
really wanted to make him feel good. So, she wriggled her little butt some 
more.

"Cindy, sweetie, if you keep doing that, I'm not sure I can control myself. 
I'll have to put you down if you keep that up."

"But you said it felt good, Daddy. And I really want to make you feel good. 
I want to make you as happy as you've made me. Please, don't make me get 
down."

Jim considered her words. He knew he should send her home, but he just 
couldn't bring himself to say the words. And he knew he should sit her down 
on the couch, since his cock felt hard as a rock. But looking into her eyes, 
he couldn't bring himself to dash the hope he saw there. He knew she 
wouldn't tell anyone what happened inside his house. He could see the trust 
in her eyes as well. She needed love, needed to be shown attention, and he 
could teach her to feel so good. Maybe it was okay. She seemed willing, he 
would never force her to do anything she didn't want to do. Maybe he would 
see just how far this could go. He came to a decision.

Ok, sweetie, you can sit here, but let's turn you around a bit. Here, put 
this leg on the other side of me so that you are straddling me." He picked 
her up, so she could swing her leg over his lap. She sat facing him now. Her 
tears from earlier dried on her cheeks. He licked his thumb and wiped off 
the stains. He couldn't believe it. Here he had this little goddess willing 
to do whatever he wanted. He would make sure that when she left today, she 
would be feeling very loved. He put his hands on her tiny waist and lifted 
her a bit and set her back down so that his cock was pushing against her 
ass, pussy and clit. He pulled her to him a bit rubbing her with his cock, 
showing her how to move her hips.

Cindy's eyes opened wide and she gasped. "OH.....oh, that feels really good 
Daddy." She moved herself so that she was rubbing against more. She loved 
the feelings that her body was feeling. She didn't know what was happening, 
but she knew it felt really good. She noticed her Daddy's eyes close and his 
breathing became faster. She worked her hips a bit more. "Do you like that? 
Does that feel good?" Her own breathing had seemed to quicken.

Jim groaned again. Oh God, here was the little imp sitting and rocking her 
little hips on his cock. It had been so long since he had felt this good. He 
really wanted to taste her sweet little lips. "Oh yes, little one, it feels 
very good.  And when I feel this good, I want to kiss you. May I kiss your 
beautiful lips?"

Cindy had been kissed before by her family, so she pursed her lips and gave 
Jim a kiss on the lips.

"No honey, let me show you how I like to kiss. Open your  mouth just a 
little. Now, I am going to kiss you on the lips, Don't be afraid. I think 
you will like it." He took her face in his hands. He realized how small she 
was since his hands almost engulfed her small blonde head. He pulled her 
face to him and gently put his lips to hers. He kissed her as lightly as a 
butterfly landing on a flower. He flicked his tongue very lightly on her 
lips. He pulled back a bit, "Come on, baby, stick your tongue in my mouth 
like I did yours." He pulled her closer to him and kissed her again. This 
time he felt the tiniest flicker of her tongue on his. He gently flicked his 
tongue over hers and she began to kiss him back. He pulled her to him, 
hugging her close, and claimed her mouth as his own. He still couldn't 
believe that she was sitting in his lap, kissing him passionately. He pulled 
away and looked at her. "Did you like that, sweetheart?"

She looked at him with a smile on her face. "I liked that a lot Daddy, can 
we do it again."

"We will sweetie, I promise but right now, it would make me very happy to 
see you with your clothes off. Will you take them off for me?"

Cindy climbed out of his lap and stood before him. She would do anything to 
make him happy, and if he wanted to see her without her clothes, then she 
would take them off. She took hold of her t-shirt and tugged it over her 
face.  But she couldn't get it the rest of the way off, she spoke through 
the shirt, "Daddy I need help. I can't get it." Jim reached over and helped 
her pull the shirt the rest of the way off. She backed up a bit and hooked 
her fingers in the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down to her knees. 
She sat down on the floor to take it off her legs, and took off her shoes 
too. Then she stood up again, and looked at him.

Jim couldn't believe his eyes. Here she stood in front on him with nothing 
on but a little white pair of cotton panties. "Take those off too, sweetie. 
I want to see all of you."

Cindy looked down at the floor. She felt funny undressing in front of 
someone else.

"Come on, honey, take them off. I want to see your pretty little body."

Cindy slid the panties down her legs and and tried to step out of them but 
lost her balance. She kept herself from falling by grabbing his leg to hold 
herself up. She finished pulling off her panties.  She put her hands over 
her pee pee, no, not pee pee, her daddy had told her it was called a pussy.

He leaned forward and took her hands and pulled them away from her body. He 
looked at her from her big eyes and slid his gaze down over her still flat 
chest, down her round little tummy to her pussy. It was a perfect pussy with 
all the wonderful little gifts hidden inside the plump little lips. There 
was not a hair to be seen anywhere. Well, she would get that soon enough. 
"Oh, honey, do you know how beautiful you are?"

"No I'm not. My brother tells me all the time that I'm ugly. I'm not 
beautiful."

"Oh, yes you are sweetie. You are very beautiful, and you have a very 
beautiful little body too. You are going to be stunning when you grow up." 
He let go of her hands. "Now turn around for Daddy. I want to see all of 
you. I want to see that cute little ass of yours."

Cindy obediently turned around, but turned back around quickly.

"No honey, turn around and stay that way."

Cindy did as she was told. She jumped when she felt his fingers glide over 
her butt cheeks, but didn't turn back around. She stood there like he 
wanted. Besides his hands were very warm and his fingers felt good.

Jim caressed those chubby little orbs which felt so silky and smooth. Her 
ass was very white, but perfect. He ran his fingers down the curve of her 
ass when it met her leg. He gripped each of her ass cheeks and massaged them 
gently watching the crack apart and seeing just a glimpse of a cute little, 
pink asshole. He turned her back around.  "Sweetie, you should be very proud 
of what a perfect little body you have. You are very lovely."

Cindy blushed at the compliment. She wasn't used to getting compliments and 
pleasure rushed through her body. She had felt awkward at first standing in 
front of him. Afraid of what he would say about her. His hands had sent 
shivers down her legs and up her back. She liked it very much when he 
touched her like that. Like he was loving her. She didn't understand 
everything she was feeling, and was confused, but knew she felt really good.

"Would you like to see me too, sweetie? Would you like it I took off my 
clothes so you could look at me?"

Cindy didn't know what to say. She just stood there, scared she would say 
the wrong thing.

"I want to show you, honey. But I won't take them off if you don't want me 
to. You have to answer yes or no. May I take off my clothes? We can be even 
closer that way and it will feel even warmer when you sit in my lap."

Cindy nodded her head, still too afraid to speak. Jim stood up and 
unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. He unsnapped his jeans, pulled the 
zipper down slowly so that he wouldn't startle her too much, and pushed them 
down his hips. He sat back down on the sofa, and pulled them off each foot.

Cindy had watched all this with amazement. She had seen men's chest before 
like when her stepfather walked around the house, so she expected him to 
have hair, but still she was surprised because it was the first time she had 
seen a man totally naked. She was so shocked that it took her a moment to 
notice his thingy sticking straight up from his lap. She stared at it. It 
jerked back and forth a bit.

Jim noticed her staring at his cock, and correctly guessed that she had 
never seen a man's cock before. He let her look for a moment, then held out 
a hand. "Come here, baby. Come sit on Daddy's lap."

Cindy just stood there. She was scared to death to move.

Jim reached out and took her hand. "Come on sweetie. Daddy wants to hold you 
on his lap for a bit. I won't hurt you, I promise. But Daddy really needs 
you to come here, and you did say you would do anything to make Daddy happy. 
Come on and make me happy." He picked her up gently and sat her back on his 
lap with his cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. He could look down and see 
his cock as it pushed against her pussy. He could feel the warmth of her and 
she seemed so hot, his cock felt like it was on fire. He grasped her around 
the waist and rubbed her pussy back and forth over his cock.

Cindy felt something funny in her stomach. She loved sitting in his lap 
naked. He felt so warm and even his thingy was hot. It was very hard, and 
she wanted to ask about it, but was afraid to ask. She looked down at it and 
saw it poking up from between her legs.

Jim saw her looking at his cock. "Do you know what that is called, honey?"

Cindy shook her head.

"It's my cock. And it won't hurt you. It makes me feel really good when I am 
touching you with it. Jim groaned again. So good. Would you like to touch 
it?"

Cindy shook her head again.

"Come on honey, touch it for me. It would feel even better if you rubbed 
your fingers over it. I promise it won't bite you."

Cindy tentatively put her hand down between her legs and touched the top of 
it.

Jim shuddered, and his cock jerked hard in response.

Cindy pulled her hand away quickly, but Jim took hold of it and gently 
guided it back to his cock. "Don't quit, sweetie. That just means that I 
really like it."

Cindy touched his cock again. She was amazed at how soft it felt. It had 
looked so hard and felt hard between her legs, but it was really soft to 
touch. And the top of it was very smooth. She rubbed her finger lightly 
across the hole on top.

"What's that for, Daddy? Does it hurt?"

"No honey, it doesn't hurt. It's supposed to be that way. Put your whole 
hand on it. What is it called again?"

Cindy thought for a second and then her face lit up in a smile. "A Cock! 
It's called a cock. You want me to put my whole hand on your cock, Daddy?"

"Yes, little girl, Daddy would like that very much. Here, let's set you on 
the sofa so you can touch it better." Jim picked Cindy up, and set her 
beside him.

Cindy reached over and grasped Jim's cock. "Not too tight, honey. Here let 
me show you." And with that, Jim put his hand over Cindy's and started 
stroking his cock. "Like that, baby, not too hard, not too soft. And rub it 
up and down like this. There, oh that feels so good. Yes, baby, rub it up 
and down."

Cindy got a very determined look on her face. She really wanted to make her 
Daddy happy. She tried very hard to do it just like he wanted. She watched 
and the skin on his cock pulled up toward the top, and then when she pushed 
down, the top of his cock became very shiny and wet.

"Daddy," Cindy said alarmed, "It's wet. Am I doing something wrong?"

"No honey, it's okay, it just means I am really happy, and that it feels so 
good. You are such a good girl, you're not hurting me at all. Oh god yes, 
just like that honey, keep going up and down." Jim looked at this precious 
girl leaning over his lap, pumping his cock up and down with such a serious 
look on her tiny face. He had to smile, but then groaned again as he felt 
himself getting ready to explode.

"Oh Baby, yes, jerk Daddy off. Come on Baby, Daddy wants to cum all over 
you."

Cindy went even faster. Her arm was getting tired, but her Daddy was smiling 
in a way she hadn't ever seen on a person's face. He seemed really happy, so 
she went a bit faster, and tried as hard as she could.

Jim gasped and engulfed her hand with his own. He pressed her hand into his 
cock and he jerked his cock up and down. Oh God, he was going to cum. He 
angled his cock so that it was facing toward Cindy and felt the waves of 
pleasure wash over him. He felt the cum starting in his balls working it's 
way through his stomach until he finally gushed cum all over Cindy's chest 
and tummy. She gasped and tried to pull her hand away, not sure what was 
happening, but he wouldn't let her hand go, and continued to spurt cum long 
after he thought he was dry. All the while, saying how much he loved her and 
how she had made him feel soooo good.

Cindy looked down at her tummy. There was white stuff on her. And it had 
come out of the hole in Daddy's cock. So that was what the hole was for. She 
touched the cum on her tummy and realized it was warm and sticky.

Daddy opened his eyes, and looked at her. "My, I made a real mess didn't I? 
We will have to get  you cleaned up. Thank you so much, Baby, for touching 
Daddy that way. You are my very special little girl."


To be continued...

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