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Image of Despair
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

A father is teased by his teenage daughter beyond 
reason and fate conspires to hand him the tools by 
which he might even up the score. (MMf-teen, ped, 
reluc, mast)

 
***

Maybe when you look at the picture, you can understand 
why I did it?

For more than four years Danielle has tortured the life 
out of me. Not just by virtue of the coquettish 
mannerisms that girls start to seriously develop in 
their early teens but by her deliberately provocative 
behavior whenever she and I would find ourselves alone 
in the house. I put it down to typical girlish tease – 
practicing their feminine guiles on their daddies 
rather than some stranger or worse still, their history 
lecturer.

With Danielle though, the game transcended normal dad-
daughter interplay. Soon after she turned fourteen, she 
would come home from school, toss her backpack on the 
floor in the kitchen, seating herself down at the 
breakfast bench with what I can only describe as 
carelessly splayed legs. I mean, I like to catch a 
glimpse of a young girl's panties as much as the next 
guy – but my daughter's for God's sake? For some this 
might be seen as something of an "acquired taste," 
trouble is, I was rapidly acquiring that taste!

Not limiting herself to this one performance, I found 
myself increasingly confronted by Danielle's 
"accidental" near-nudity. En route to the bathroom I 
would often pass her bedroom as she would be sitting on 
the bed in just her panties, delicately applying nail-
polish to her toes. "Oh sorry dad, I forgot to close 
the door" she would giggle, crossing her arms across 
her chest futilely, which achieved no more than 
highlighting her developing breasts. Besides which, 
this gesture freed up entirely the murderously hot view 
between her legs, as I'm quite sure she knew.

Since I worked from home, Danielle and I had the house 
to ourselves for more than two hours before my wife 
returned from the city where she was employed as an 
advertising executive. This was certainly no friend to 
my cause either. I began to dread hearing the school 
bus pulling up across the street. When I say "dread" I 
infer not so much what I might see shortly, but rather 
– what effort it was going to take on my part not to 
succumb to my growing infatuation with her young body.

Determined evidently to run the gamut of provocative 
tease, she began finding excuses to bend over to 
retrieve items from the floor. Kitchen or lounge-room, 
it made no difference... the number of things she 
managed to drop was fully incredible. I think I became 
familiar with every pair of panties she had ever owned. 
Of course, the day she stooped over to pick up a couple 
of wayward CDs – in quite the shortest skirt I'd ever 
noticed her almost wearing, then finding myself staring 
down at a bright pink g-string that would have afforded 
the cat little modesty, I had to go pour myself some 
seriously over-proof liquor from the bar.

Our marital sex patterns took a turn for the better, an 
event not lost on my wife who asked during the course 
of her third orgasm one night, "What's got into you 
Mike? You seem to have a renewed interest in foreplay." 

Had I told her precisely the cause of my apparent up-
sized vigor, she would undoubtedly have pistol-whipped 
me, called her lawyer and returned to her mother in 
Sacramento, Danielle in tow....and not necessarily in 
that order. The fact is though that throughout our 
lovemaking, all I was seeing was my daughter's lithe 
and supple body as I took my time stripping and 
fondling her intimately. Events reached crisis-level 
the night I softly murmured in my wife's ear "I love 
you Danielle" during the height of passion.

"What did you say?" she spluttered, sitting up.

Showing what I would term remarkable composure given 
the prevailing circumstances, I simply replied.

"I just said I love you... Angel... why?" 

Looking at me with vague suspicion she lay back on the 
bed.

"Sounded like something else," she muttered, unwilling 
if not unable to qualify the statement further. I 
figured I best be more vigilant in my oral ramblings 
from that point on.

This state of affairs was to be perpetuated for almost 
two years. The more innovative her teasing became, the 
greater my desire to not only taste the forbidden 
fruit, I found myself increasingly wanting to observe 
my daughter being debased in every conceivable way by 
other men....men my own age.

In hindsight, two things tipped me over the edge, the 
first barely six months ago. After a long night in the 
study working on a new product-launch I decided I 
needed to chill-out somewhat and opted to watch a 
movie. Adam Sandler's bizarre little turn in Reign Over 
Me, as I recall. 

Not ten minutes into the movie and Danielle sat herself 
down beside me, my wife long since asleep.

"I thought you were doing your homework sweetheart." I 
muttered, not even averting my eyes from the small 
screen.

"Finished it," she announced. "I just thought I might 
watch a bit of the movie with you dad before I went to 
bed." So saying, she took my hand and squeezed it 
lovingly. I glanced at her... finding it hard not to 
splutter.

Dressed in what can only be described as a semi-
transparent and very low-cut night-dress, one I had 
definitely never clapped eyes on in my life, her pretty 
breasts encased as they were in a skimpy floral bra, 
were prominent to the point of jaw-dropping clarity. 
Equally visible were those matching panties. All this I 
could see in a glance, I didn't figure a neck to knee 
ogle might be appropriate right then.

Looking back at the screen I simply said "Sure kiddo, 
just don't forget though you have school in the 
morning."

Finding it all but impossible to concentrate on the 
movie, with a heady mix of scented body-wash and other 
feminine shower cleansers wafting through my nasal 
cavities, I was taken further to the edge when Danielle 
suddenly pulled my arm towards her lap seemingly 
innocently, yet with the side of my hand now resting 
casually at the literal apex of her legs. I could 
actually feel her pussy through her nightdress. Was she 
that naοve, or was this a barely-disguised seduction 
tactic? 

As if shifting my hand to better hold hers, I aligned 
my palm such that it was now angled directly parallel 
to her thighs, my wrist in contact with the very onset 
of her concealed ingress. Heat from the general area 
was fully detectable let's say. Having no wish to push 
my luck I simply stared at the screen leaving any 
further moves to my daughter.

For the longest time she just held me to her like that. 
At one point I was sure she had parted her legs 
fractionally but was not either man enough or fool 
enough to risk feeling her up and believe me, my 
fingers were on full standby. A couple of soft sighs 
were audible but nothing I could actively construe as a 
"green light." 

Not five minutes later and she returned my hand to the 
sofa. "S'pose I'd better be going to bed now," she 
muttered getting up from the couch. Standing there she 
suddenly inclined her head for a goodnight kiss giving 
me a diabolically wide-screen view down her cleavage. 
It was all I could do not to grope those hot little 
teenage breasts right there, as I kissed her right 
cheek. For a moment she stood there looking at me 
sending messages I had no idea how to interpret. Then 
she was gone and I heard her bedroom door closing 
further down the hallway.

There was no possibility of my continuing with Adam 
Sandler. Instead, I went to the bathroom where I jacked 
myself insensible. 

The other thing that happened was the photograph 
itself. Just a couple of weeks after Danielle's 
seventeenth birthday mid June, she and a couple of 
equally well-sculptured school-friends joined Debbie 
and I for an outing to our local Waterworld theme park. 
Following two weeks scorching weather, it just seemed 
like a good idea. In keeping with tradition, Danielle 
had pulled on the sexiest bikini she could find, much 
to her mother's chagrin and my delight. In company with 
her two friends they were causing most every male in 
the park to run a double-take as they sashayed past. 

Having my digital camera with me, I snapped the three 
of them walking across the small bridge to the 
refreshments kiosk. Just a spur of the moment thing, 
but one that was to have major repercussions.

That night, after everyone was in bed I downloaded the 
picture and studied it. That was my first big mistake. 

Sexy as the trio had looked wiggling their young rear-
ends across the walkway, motionless on the screen it 
was somehow sexier. Danielle especially in those skimpy 
bikini pants that left little to the imagination – 
front or back. I decided to crop her two friends out of 
the picture leaving the focus on her own rearward 
aspect. It was after I had done that – and you can 
probably see for yourself should you ever locate the 
photograph in question – I became fully aware of just 
how provocative my daughter's body had become. Did not 
that bottom cry out for a spanking at the hands of 
multiple merciless males? How smooth might those cheeks 
feel if one were to slip their hands inside that flimsy 
little waistband? 

I simply had to chart a new course.

Quite frankly I doubt I would ever have had the guts to 
initiate anything. Fate, circumstance... destiny – 
whatever you want to call it, was to present me with a 
wholly unexpected new ball-game. 

Less than three weeks have passed since that Sunday 
afternoon and still I find it hard to believe it 
actually happened. Some things I guess you should just 
accept rather than question.

My wife was out of town at a business convention and 
Danielle sleeping over with some upstate friends for 
the weekend. Having nothing planned for the following 
day, I had called my best buddy Warren Saturday night 
and asked if he'd like to drop by the following day to 
watch the game with me. He asked if he could bring a 
friend of his – Cliff. I had no objection and thus it 
was agreed they'd be over sometime after lunch.

We made a real afternoon of it. The game wasn't so hot 
but the porn movie Warren brought with him was no 
slouch in the "chicks you'd like to rent for the 
evening" department. Given the added benefit of a few 
beers and a bottle of Wild Turkey that Cliff had 
thoughtfully provided, the afternoon was mellowing-out 
quite nicely.

The girl on-screen was putting up little resistance as 
two other men were slowly divesting her of both top and 
hot-pants. Displaying little embarrassment as her 
breasts were excised from that skimpy little bra, one 
partner commenced fondling her while the second began 
to suckle the other nipple. The scene was not without a 
certain arousal factor, especially when both men slid a 
hand into her g-string and began fingering her with a 
remarkable degree of coordination.

No-one heard the front door open. What we did hear was 
the sharp intake of breath as my daughter entered the 
room. Her timing was questionably poor since the men on 
screen were in the process of tugging down her undies, 
providing the viewer right that second, with a 
gratuitously hot close-up of the girl's trimmed and 
fully exposed pussy.

"W-what are you doing back home so early?" I stammered, 
not even having the presence of mind to pause the 
movie.

"I just came to get some clothes," she replied, 
blushing acutely. "Sorry dad!"

Cliff was looking at Danielle appraisingly, I couldn't 
blame him for what I knew he must be thinking. In one 
of her mega-short skirts and low cut tops she looked 
what she was – a hot little teen tease! I saw his eyes 
drop to her curvy bottom. I figured he wasn't 
contemplating Barack Obama's chance of becoming 
President.

Danielle was still looking at the girl's worsening 
predicament on the small screen. 

"Never seen a porn flick Danielle?" asked Warren 
casually? I realized he must have known her since she 
was about seven years old.

My daughter shook her head then made as if to leave. 
Warren grabbed her arm in passing. 

"Why not stay and watch it with us sweetheart?" he 
winked at the two of us. 

I should have chastised him obviously, but something 
held me back. Curiosity as to what she might say 
predominantly.

In fact she just looked at me – whether for assistance 
or permission I couldn't really tell. 

Having no expectation that she might, I patted the sofa 
alongside me. Still glancing at the screen, she pulled 
free of Warren's restraining arm and came over. He 
looked remarkably disappointed. Seating herself beside 
me she held her fingers to her mouth tentatively as 
teenage girls are wont to do when nervous.

"I didn't know you watched stuff like this dad," she 
whispered almost accusingly.

"Well normally I don't sweetheart," I replied. "Fact 
is, Warren brought it with him...was just for a bit of 
fun y'know." 

Not entirely convinced I suspect, Danielle sat there 
nevertheless, eyes now the size of saucers, watching as 
the men propelled the now fully naked girl, g-string 
around her ankles, into what looked like a threadbare 
bedroom. Her fingers never left her mouth as she 
watched the men push their victim roughly on to the 
bed, one groping her breasts, the other positioning 
himself between her legs, for the privilege of being 
able now to insert two fingers deep inside the girl's 
pussy. I wondered if it was making Danielle wet? 

Simply the reality of having my teenage daughter 
sitting in a room with three much older men, watching 
another girl being sexually assaulted (however 
consensual) was the stuff of red-hot fantasy. I felt 
her wriggle in probable discomfort as the man between 
her legs pulled off his pants, freeing up an erection 
of not inconsequential size. I had no way of knowing if 
she had even seen a penis at close range... after all 
she was still only seventeen, however "adult" her body 
had become.

Danielle let out a muffled "That is so disgusting," as 
the man pushed his erection deep inside the girl. I 
couldn't agree with her assessment, thinking right that 
second what I would give to see someone doing exactly 
that to Danielle herself.

My reverie was disturbed by Cliff, who without warning, 
suddenly sat down on the couch the far side of 
Danielle. She looked across at him in suspicion, edging 
slightly closer to me for protection most like.

"Do you like watching this?" he asked her, 
surreptitiously placing an arm around her shoulders. 
She shot him a glance but made no move to dislodge the 
contact. I didn't know whether to watch the action on 
screen or the unfolding events right alongside me.

"It's pretty gross," she volunteered softly.

"Maybe your daddy would let you come over and sit with 
us?" he murmured. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had even less 
reason to believe my reply.

"Sure, if she wants to Cliff?"

Danielle looked at me with a mixture of shocked 
abandonment and paternal disappointment.

"I said if you want to sweetheart," then carefully 
avoiding eye contact with her added, "Not like they're 
gonna bite you is it?"

Taking my words as an acquiescence of sorts and not 
even waiting for my daughter's reply, Cliff pulled her 
across to the other couch. Reluctantly she seated 
herself between the two men, arms folded protectively 
in her lap. Simply the act of sitting down in that tiny 
skirt bequeathed me a flash of her light pink panties. 
I wasn't having parentally constructive thoughts at 
all. 

As the girl on screen underwent some seriously defiling 
moments my own erection was at the edge of anarchy. I 
hoped Danielle had not noticed. No sooner had our 
screen heroine been forced to her knees on the 
coverlet, her sexy rear-end highlighted for all to see, 
when her co-abuser deftly entered her from the rear, 
pumping his way to glory in full-lensed detail, every 
inch sliding into the girl being lovingly captured.

I glanced across the room upon hearing another muffled 
cry...and near gasped myself. Warren appeared to have 
his hand up under my daughter's right breast while 
Cliff had her head back, kissing her hard on the lips. 
Her vulnerability was extreme, her predicament – 
interesting! As I watched, the hand supporting her 
breast moved higher and began to gently squeeze the 
general area. Cliff then brought his hand up and while 
not missing a beat in the kissing department, and 
commenced fondling her other breast. 

If Danielle was showing any resistance, I couldn't see 
it.

That situation changed on the instant. As Cliff took 
the uninvited liberty of sliding a hand up beneath her 
skirt Danielle broke off from kissing him and with a 
curt "Not up there" tugged the hem back down to its 
mid-thigh limit. Warren meanwhile was still having a 
lot of fun with her hot little breasts, having slipped 
his free hand down the front of her top. The aspect 
from my viewpoint was cumulatively arousing. I wasn't 
sure how long I could stay either sane or an innocent 
bystander.

Cliff, quite obviously a man that refuses to take no 
for an answer, was in re-entry mode and giving my 
daughter no time to come up with a counter-offensive, 
thrust his hand as far up between her legs as was 
necessary to locate the front of her panties. Unwilling 
to preserve her modesty, let alone her honor quite 
obviously, I allowed him full license to accost her 
further.

"Help me daddy?" she cried out between breaths, 
wriggling her hips in shocked distress. "Don't let him 
do this to me?"

All her hip movements were achieving though were to 
cause her skirt to ride further up her thighs thus 
displaying to better advantage those sexy pink panties. 
At the point Warren's hand also found its way between 
her legs, she probably realized that help was not a 
realistic outcome. To see both hands now abusing my 
daughter sexually, one rubbing her pussy through the 
thin cotton, the other working it inside her panties, 
was almost more than I could take. So vulnerable did 
she look sandwiched there between the two of them, I 
could feel myself getting harder by the second.

"Can we undress her?" Cliff called across the room. 
Immediately Danielle began to struggle violently. I 
simply nodded.

I suppose what I was witnessing was technically 
aggravated rape, yet Danielle was far from passive in 
her contribution. Sure she struggled in the early 
stages of the assault, but after they had pulled her 
top off and tugged down her bra straps either side, it 
seemed to me she was arching her back noticeably as 
first Cliff, then Warren began to draw down hard on her 
nipples. How I envied their liberty.

Unzipping and removing her skirt took but moments, 
leaving Danielle seated there in just those sexy pink 
knickers. Both of them were taking turns kissing her at 
that stage and it seemed to me Danielle was more than 
cooperative in this little venture. I was just staring 
dry-mouthed as they pawed her naked breasts, 
alternately suckling and groping her.

Things took a turn for the erotic at the point Cliff 
reached across and tugged her slim body across his 
knee. Letting out a shocked "what are you doing?" her 
pert young bottom was provocatively angled, her naked 
breasts making unavoidable contact with Cliff's knee. 
That was the least of her problem.

His first spank was little more than exploratory, 
impacting softly but squarely across her tremulous 
butt. She squealed, but more for show I think. The 
second was at the business end of the spanking scale. 
Watching her bottom recoil brought back images of the 
aforementioned photograph. I was right – it did need to 
be spanked...and hard! 

Danielle tried covering her bottom with her hands but 
this was nothing Warren could not handle. Leaning 
across, he seized her arms and held behind her back 
giving Cliff total access to spank her at will. It also 
had the effect of making her breasts appear far more 
prominent. I am almost positive her nipples were erect!

Amidst cries of "No more... it's making my bottom 
sore," the two men swapped roles and Danielle was then 
draped submissively across Warren's lap. On screen the 
girl was being fucked hard by both men. I don't think 
anybody cared. Without doubt, the plight of a near-
naked seventeen year old schoolgirl seemed the better 
visual option.

"Pull her panties down Cliff," Warren grinned. "Let's 
see her bare bum."

I have to say it was worth seeing. Unable to do 
anything but stare at my daughter's continuing 
humiliation, I was idly stroking my own erection 
through my pants when Cliff called out, "Your turn dad, 
show us how you discipline your daughter."

What was I going to say? "No?"

Close too, Danielle's rear cheeks were near scarlet. I 
couldn't help first smoothing my hand across those 
dynamically sexy curves. I had been right, they were so 
soft and yielding to touch, I wanted her to stay naked 
until she left home.

"Nooo dad," she wailed, "Not you too?"

Given that she had already been spanked stupid, I 
limited my punishment to just four medium smacks. 
Watching those cheeks recoil once more was definitely 
one of life's guilty pleasures. 

"Let's take her to her bedroom," Warren suggested, 
pulling her panties back up. Three votes to one settled 
that option. 

"Are you going to rape me?" she asked of her captors 
breathlessly as they each held an arm, half dragging 
her down the hallway. 

"Why? You want us to rape you Danielle?" Warren 
laughed. "So long as it's OK with your dad, yeah I 
don't see why we shouldn't." All I could concentrate on 
at that moment was my daughter's sexy panties that 
barely covered her rear cleft and those prominent 
jiggling breasts of hers.

Having tossed Danielle on her own bed, she just lay 
there regarding the three of us. Cliff made the first 
move. Kneeling beside her he put his hand up between 
her legs somewhat indecently rubbing her panties. 
Incredibly she let him. 

"You're going to let them do this aren't you dad?" she 
whispered. 

I simply stared at her, seeing nothing but a fantasy 
unravel. I don't even think I recall who raped her 
first. I think it was Cliff. I do remember my daughter 
lying there, someone holding her arms above her head 
while the other man tugged her panties off before 
insinuating himself between her legs, his erection in 
hand. I remember clearly my daughter's glistening pussy 
just moments before whoever it was thrust into her. She 
didn't scream - more like a grunt of discomfort. 

I also recall Danielle's expression as she was being 
violated. It wasn't all pain I can tell you. Later, 
when Cliff was taking her for probably his third time, 
she was clinging to him, her hips thrusting up to meet 
his incursions. 

"You're a real hot little piece of ass aren't you 
sweetheart?" he had said to her. 

By then the room was beginning to smell like a 
whorehouse.

I had presumed the moment would come and I wasn't 
disappointed. With both Cliff and Warren fully burnt-
out and splayed breathless on the floor, Danielle, 
lying there with one leg over the edge of her bed, her 
pussy gaping and sore, both breasts bearing the marks 
of many fingers and with strings of cum all over her, 
slowly raised her head.

"Come on dad, you can fuck me too, I know you always 
wanted to."

What I did to her that afternoon, I should be ashamed 
off. Funny thing is – I'm not. 

You can understand though the thoughts that go through 
my mind when I look at that photograph.

(c) Peter_Pan 2008

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A full appreciation of this story is 
dependent on the reader having access to the photograph 
in question. Such can only be found on the Peter_Pan 
website itself which is located at:

http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html

Available now in paperback: "The Best of Peter_Pan"
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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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