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Authors name: Adversity (adversity@ziplip.com)
Story title : Jenny's Dad
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Jenny's Dad (M/f, inc, ws, ped)
by Adversity (adversity@ziplip.com)
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A father's story of incest with his young daughter.
***
This story is pure fantasy. It has no basis in fact
whatsoever and was written as a speculative exercise in
fiction, intended for reading by adults. It explores
the themes of childhood sexuality and incest. I DON'T
advocate or approve of this behavior in the real world!
Most people would say that the guys in my net group
were molesting or wanted to molest their daughters. We
didn't think of ourselves that way. We were men who
loved our little girls; at least those of us in the
core of the group.
They were the only ones who understood what it was
like.
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 pussy.
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 summer night, in a sweat of
lust for my own daughter, I contacted him privately.
*
I'd been worshipping my little girl's body since her
momma 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 Eileen, and me 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 up who said she was too young 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.
I wasn't that much older but I'd been on my own in the
world, making a living since my teens on construction
crews. By the time I married Eileen I had my own
business and a growing number of clients.
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 momma'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 lightening
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 applying diaper rash cream. 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 tiny pussy lips. It was hottest thing I'd ever
done in my life. Jenny's chubby legs folded up, little
knees 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 working my hot cock harder
and harder. Seconds away from the point of no return I
stopped and picked up her. Trembling, I held her in one
arm against my chest and rubbed my oozing cock head in
her sticky pussy.
The contact point between my cock and Jenny's cunt was
electric, like I'd plugged it into a wall socket. My
whole body shook, my hips jerking, as I flooded her
with hot spunk from the front of her cunt to her pink
little asshole. I hadn't shot 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 cock.
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 little body quivering. Sometimes she moaned
like a whore when she came. 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 love bug, 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 e-group. 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 chat-room
and I started down a road that would change my life and
Jenny's forever.
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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.
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