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Archive name: molly.txt (Mf, ped, voy, inc)
Authors name: Dan (just4me311@aol.com)
Story title : Molly
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Molly (Mf, ped, voy, inc)
by Dan (just4me311@aol.com)
***
This is a true story about the lustings of a father
(me) for his young daughter. I guess it was written in
an attempt to understand it, and to meet and talk with
others in the same situation.
***
I have to say that this wasn't my fault. At least it
wasn't all my fault. This all started when my wife
left our 8 year old daughter, Molly, and me for some
younger guy with more money. She said she needed
someone to pay attention to her and her needs more,
the selfish bitch. I guess my working and putting a
roof over her head and food in the fridge wasn't the
right kind of attention. And god knows our 8-year-
old's only purpose in life is to steal personal time
from her. Bitch.
Anyway, I figured now I had to be mom and dad to
Molly. I was going to do the best I could and someday
she would see how good I had tried to do and she'd
agree with me that her mother was a heartless, selfish
whore. But I'm not bitter or anything, just realistic.
I tried to be her mom and dad the only way I knew how,
by being honest about everything. I talked to her like
an adult, not tried to smooth everything over with
make-believe. I wasn't going to hand her a book at 14
and tell her to read about sex while I got red-faced
and left the room like my parents did. Once I started
to notice the signs, I sat her down and had a heart to
heart with her.
I knew what to look for. As soon as young girls start
to giggle at the word "hump" or when the word "penis"
pops up in conversations ("it's a proper word isn't
it?") I knew it was time. I didn't want her to learn
about stuff from some 60-year-old hag at school,
teaching Sex Ed out of a 60-year-old textbook. Or
worse yet, rumors from her friends or lies from boys.
I also noticed things about her body that told me it
was time. If I was noticing them, other guys were. For
instance, one night I sat on the couch absently trying
to read the newspaper while Molly lay on her stomach
on the floor in front of me watching TV. She wore her
long t-shirt she used to sleep in and her legs were
bare. Having already taught her about shaving her
legs, I admired them for a few minutes. Long and
muscular she reminded me more of myself then her
short, fat mother.
She had a nice figure to, perfect little hourglass
form. I admired her hips and the curve of her butt for
a moment. Then she did something that had my attention
riveted. She lifted her legs bending at the knee, so
the soles of her bare feet pointed at me. I never was
much of a foot man myself, I always liked a nice ass,
but I couldn't help staring and noticing how perfect
her feet were. They were pink and well formed, not
callused like her mother's.
When she curled her toes I had the urge to suck on
those toes fresh from the shower. I had to tear my
eyes away and try to concentrate on the paper. I don't
think she noticed, especially when she got up soon
after and kissed me goodnight. I used the paper to
help the bulge in my lap.
I felt bad for looking after that and I tried not to.
I told myself it was wrong, but then there were times
when I told myself it was human nature. I hadn't had
sex for quite a while, just jerking it to a porno or
pics on the net, and so it was natural to have
desires. I guess I was trying to make myself feel less
guilty. I think it helped. All I knew was that as long
as I looked and didn't act on it, what was the harm?
Another time I came home from work to find Molly at
the sink washing up the dishes. Again I couldn't help
notice her long bare legs in the shorts she was
wearing, but this time it was also her long, naked
arms and hands. As she finished, and I tried to cover
my staring by making small talk, I noticed she had
perfect little hands. Long, well formed and tapered
fingers that ended in delicate and perfect length
nails. She didn't wear any polish and frankly that's
the way I liked it. Her mother never went a day
without nail polish. Even when she took off one color
to put on another her nails were stained yellow from
constant polish.
This time I let my looking slip. She came to me
sitting at the kitchen table, drying her hands.
"You have very pretty hands, Molly." I said taking one
in mine for a closer look.
She held them there and didn't back away like I
thought she might. "Thanks, daddy." was all she said
with a smile. "I think I'll go over to Karen's for a
while. She invited me over now that they got their
pool opened up. Is that ok?"
My heart skipped a beat. The chance to see her in a
bathing suit? Hell yes it was okay!
"Sure honey, do you want a ride?" I managed to get
out.
Molly was already headed for the stairs. "No, that's
ok!" she called back as I watched her ass going up the
stairs. She skipped every other stair and go to see
those wonderful legs in action, the muscles working
flawlessly. I heard her moving around in her room and
sat there mentally yelling at myself.
I had to quiet that little voice inside so I told
myself yet again that she was a beautiful young woman
and I was only a man. A man that hadn't had any in a
long time and therefore it was ok to look. While I
fought with this inner conflict I heard Molly come
downstairs. I tried to busy myself with the mail on
the table to keep from ogling her. I lost out though.
She didn't help.
"Thanks daddy!" she said rushing up to me. Her little
boobs brushed my shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me.
She wore a red, yellow and orange colored two piece
bikini that reminded me of sherbet. I was horny and
hungry at the same time.
Around her waist was a big beach towel so couldn't see
her ass, but I found myself drawn to her almost
completely bare back. Only the ties for her top went
across it in the middle. Other than that I marveled at
the perfect, pale complexion of her back. It was
perfect, maybe a freckle or two, but I love freckles.
I also realized she had the right skin tones for me. I
preferred a woman with pale skin instead of those
unhealthy or unnatural looking tans. A little color
was ok, but for me pale was perfect.
"Make sure you put lotion on if you are going to be
out for a long time. I don't want you getting burned,"
I suddenly heard myself say. Where the hell did that
come from?
Molly stopped in the doorway. "I will dad, Karen's got
all that stuff. Bye."
"Ok," I called after her. "Just remember, skin cancer
runs in the family." What? No it doesn't! But I found
myself not wanting her to get a tan. She was perfect
the way she was and I wanted it to stay that way. I
took some comfort in the fact that it was evening and
getting later by the second. As long as I kept her
from going over to Karen's until later in the evening
from now on... I stopped myself. I was plotting about
my daughter!
I stood up and went up stairs to change. I found
myself lightheaded, almost dizzy, but strangely
euphoric. I wobbled past Molly's room trying to think
about work. Then the little voice in my head pointed
out that Molly would be gone for some time. I was free
to go in and look around. Maybe I'd even find a pair
of her panties.
I found myself going back, almost as if I was watching
someone else do it, or imagining it in my head. I
pushed open her door with a giddy, foolish smile,
almost creeping like I would be heard or caught. I
walked in and ignored the teen band posters on the
wall, her desk with school stuff on it, the few
articles of clothes on the floor, and went straight
for her closet where the clothes hamper was.
Right on top, as if left for me, was a pair of dark
blue panties. Probably the ones she had just changed
out of. I stood there looking at them, my mind no
longer making sense, I was working on pure sexually
lust. I have to say here that it had been quite a
while since I had the attentions of a woman let alone
had sex. I guess I had high standards; I wanted
someone who would be a good mom and turn me on. Plus
I'm not the underwear model my ex wanted me to be. I
mean who left who? Plus work and taking care of things
at home kinda left me short for a social life.
Like any of that is a good excuse, but take it for
what its worth. Anyway, I reached out and grabbed her
panties. I could still feel her heat from them. I
stood there holding them a second and almost fainting
from the heady rush I got just from holding them. I'd
like to say right here that Molly came in and found me
and confessed a burning desire for me and we did it
right there on her bed, but that's not what happened.
This shit is true, not a fantasy of what I want to
happen.
I held them around the waist band so they opened like
she was still in them. Looking into the crotch, I
could see a faint white spot that still showed the
dampness how recently she had taken them off. I passed
them in front of my face, getting a whiff of her
sexual scent.
Again I got a rush that threatened to make my knees
buckle. I wadded them up and stuffed them into my
pocket, heading out of the room. I was safe in the
hall, even if she did suddenly show up. Yeah, like I
could pull off that nothing was wrong with my heavy
breathing, sweating and red face. "Sure, honey,
daddy's ok, he's just having a heart attack."
Anyway, I knew from the sexual buildup I was in, I
needed to see her naked form. I had to see it. If I
never got the chance to fuck her it was one thing, but
I had to see her.
I went to the bathroom, locked the door and dropped my
pants. I sat on the toilet lid and laid her panties on
my leg. I started jerking off while I daydreamed of
her coming in and offering to take care of that for
me. I daydreamed she walked in topless, her perfect
young breasts exposed for me, the pale flesh of her
breast, the light pink nipples begging for me to suck
on her little tits. I can just imagine my perfect girl
would have perfect breasts. She was about a B cup, and
the color of her nipple I dreamed would be such a
light pink you couldn't tell where it stopped and the
flesh of her breast started.
She would walk over in front of me sultrily and stand
in front of me, staring from my cock to my eyes. I'd
use the surge of male sexual energy running through my
veins to rip the tiny satin panties from her and grab
her hips. With her facing me, I'd pull her down onto
my naked lap and impale her on my cock.
My eyes flew open as the urge overtook me. I grabbed
Molly's panties and came into them shooting more and
harder than I can ever remember. I stroke myself with
her satin panties until I was back under control. I
made sure to use the crotch area, where her tiny
little pussy rested, to wipe the cum from my cock. I
knew I had to have her, I just didn't know how without
ruining our relationship or landing in jail.
As I sat there in our bathroom, staring off into
oblivion daydreaming about having sex with my
daughter, I got an idea. Across from me was the large
bathroom mirror and above my head over the toilet I
saw the picture of some damn thing that we had hung
there years ago, but what got me thinking was
decorative scroll work around the edge.
My closet was on the opposite side of the wall behind
the toilet. Without boring you too much more, I'll say
I drilled a hole from my closet into the bathroom
through the framework. You couldn't see it if you were
looking for it! I cleaned up the dust and moved the
shit in my closet so I could see without making too
much noise. Then I waited.
I went downstairs trying to keep my hard on from
giving my away and busied myself with TV, waiting for
Molly to get home.
Just around 8pm I heard the slider open and shut. I
heard her bare feet coming padding in through the
kitchen to the living room and there she was. I made
myself look down and start at her beautiful toes again
and teased myself as my eyes roamed up my daughter's
body. Beautiful in her bikini with her long, dark wet
hair combed back, smiling at me. She had the towel
wrapped around her waist which probably kept me from
grabbing her right there, but the pale flesh of her
breasts was right in front of my face as she walked
over and gave me a quick peck.
"Hi, daddy."
I fought the urge to try and kiss her back. "Did you
have fun?"
"Yeah, but I'm tired. I'm gonna grab a shower and go
to bed." She headed for the stairs.
Perfect! I knew she'd want a shower after swimming.
"Ok, honey. Goodnight." I could barely contain myself.
My heart thumped in my ears, my adrenalin started
making me twitch. I waited as long as I could and
jumped up. Trying not to run and be quiet, I made it
past the bathroom and into my bedroom. I didn't dare
turn on the light in case she could see it through the
hole in the wall and tiptoed into my closet. I heard
her start the water and knew that would help mask any
more noise from me.
As I stepped up to the hole, I could already see she
had gotten rid of the towel. One cheek of her gorgeous
white butt was hanging part of the way out of her
bikini bottom while she was playing with her hair,
holding it up in a ponytail with both hands and
turning her head to see how it would look. Watching
her tall thin form, with her long pale arms, and even
her smooth armpits and naked back, I had to drop my
pants. I was lightheaded from the rush.
I was hard as a board, watching my daughter strip and
just about came from the thought. She reached up under
her hair and untied the strap of her bikini top. Since
she was standing in front of the mirror, I could see
her breasts the moment she freed them. Light nipples
stood out from the rest of her tiny breast flesh,
probably stiffened by the cold air from the AC.
She spun the top around herself so she could untie the
back strap and then she was uncovered for me to feast
my eyes on. My hand was already at work on my dick
watching her perfect, bare breasts. She itched under
one as she turned to check the shower temp. I prayed
she would turn back away from me so when she dropped
her bikini bottoms I could see her bare ass. I'm an
ass man, if you haven't caught on, and I knew a nice
ass when I saw it.
She must have read my mind, because as she reached for
them, she turned back toward the mirror. Everything
seemed to go into slow motion for me. I saw her hook
her fingers in the waistband and lean forward as she
started to lower them. Gradually the start of her
little butt crack came into view. The further down
they got, the more Molly bent over. Her feet were
already apart so when her bottoms got low enough I
could see the dark indentation of her little pink
anus. Once her bottoms were on the floor, I couldn't
help it and blew my load on the closet wall and floor.
There was my beautiful naked daughter, displaying the
perfect white globes of her butt and her tight virgin
hole to me. As she stepped out of her bikini she
turned and I could see her beautiful pussy. It made me
see stars how hard I came. I'm so surprised she didn't
hear me grunting like a moose on the other side of the
wall. Her pussy was so delicately perfect that I
almost hate to use such a crude term as 'pussy' to
describe it. Her outer lips were colored the same as
the rest of her perfect pale complexion. I could see
her inner folds were just starting to peek out and
were a very light pink like her nipples. She had the
start of a healthy patch of fuzz growing in a triangle
just over her sex, tinged a light auburn.
She got in the shower and I continued to watch,
thankful of the unfrosted-glass shower doors. She
washed herself down, making sure to 'pet the kitty' a
few times as she went, but watching her I realized my
little girl didn't think about sex. She didn't use her
time in the shower to masturbate or grope herself
while she fantasized. She was still at that innocent
age. Maybe not so innocent, but at least not thinking
of having her dad worship her naked form.
I watched her finish, enjoying seeing her private
moments like when she dried off between her cheeks.
She finished up, grabbed her robe and headed for her
bedroom. I got undressed out of work clothes and into
sweats and a t-shirt. I wanted to see how she acted
around me afterward just to make sure she didn't
suspect. She didn't and I was relieved. Molly went to
bed soon after and I guess I was wore out from my
escapades too. I went to bed soon after, but jerked
off once more to the thought of all I had witnessed.
I've watched her a few times more, always careful not
to let on. She hasn't seemed to noticed. I enjoy it,
and since there is no harm to her, there can't be
anything wrong. I've thought about putting a video
camera up to the hole so I didn't have to be in my
bedroom every single time she uses the shower, but I
haven't yet. I keep thinking about the next step.
Constantly looking for clues, seeing how she acts
around me. I have urges to go further, urges I know
would be intense and fulfilling, but could ruin our
relationship and that's not worth it to me.
I don't entirely know why I wrote this. It is all
true, and I am sorry if you are disappointed that it
didn't end in sex with my daughter. Its not like I
didn't want it to! But I think I am looking for
opinions. Tell me what you think I should do, give me
advice, call me a sick bastard, whatever. I've called
myself that enough times, and I know the world is a
sick place. Frankly if you read this and want to call
me names save your breath. But I would like to hear
about other people's experiences. Email me,
Just4Me311@aol.com.
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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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