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The Butterfly Game, 2009
by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com)
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A Daddy and daughter and the game they play on Daddy's
lap. (Mf, ped, inc, voy, role-play, rom)
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I knew my daughter was too old to still be climbing into
her Daddy's lap. My little girl, taking in her Daddy's
masculine scent, subtly, sexily arousing herself in
Daddy's lap having learned exactly which of her certain
little movements would make my cock rock hard under her
little bottom.
Aware of her breasts mounding from her chest, her
nipples plainly visible, how they tingled and ached to
be touched; it was all I could do to not take my
daughter right then. Our game was, she would sit on my
lap, both her legs over mine and I would open and close
my knees with her rhythm. My arms around her tiny waist,
my hands clasped in front of her, her hands on mine, she
seemed to delight in my looking over her delicate little
rounded shoulders, aware of her breasts and nipples
calling for her Daddy's attentions.
I still remember the first time when she started the
game. She was wearing a flannel gown, and I noticed how
beautiful she was in the winter evening light. She liked
it when I noticed and commented on her eyes; she
giggled, her suddenly focused on her legs dangling from
mine. She then wanted comment on her figure, and I
smiled and told her she was lovely, how she was Daddy's
girl, and she laughed (I love my daughter’s laugh), her
breasts seductively swaying, her nipples hardening and
pressing through the soft material of her flannel
nightgown.
With each movement her soft rounds fluidly defined the
cottony soft nightie, and in my lap and despite myself
my cock responded to her relentless little rocking hips
and wiggles, her so warm and naked underneath, her
distinct smell, my daughter, her sparkling flirtatious
eyes; I suppose I did know, I could tell, she was
seducing Daddy, and I suppose I was playing my own
little game if even just on myself. As I opened and
closed my legs as had been our little evening ritual,
her tender thighs spread with mine, little butterfly
wings we would say, her nightgown, or t-shirt riding
higher and higher on her smooth bare legs.
I remember becoming acutely aware of the sweet musky
scent of my little girl's sex. I remember how she would
snuggle against Daddy, turn up and kiss my cheeks, her
lips warm and wet and her kisses progressively longer
and fuller with want, each time. How she let go of my
hands and rested hers on her upper thighs, her eyes
closed, her mouth open, her breathing slowing, our legs
opening and closing with her motions, pulling and
pushing, her breasts jostling, my cock getting harder
and harder watching them, wanting them in my hands, in
my mouth.
How her fingers began involuntarily cinching the
material of her gown up her legs, exposing more, and
more of her tender inner thighs as if she wanted to
reach herself, touch herself, in front of me, for me. As
if she wanted to show herself to Daddy, become more than
father and daughter, prolonging her little agony,
savoring her little game, pulling me further and further
over that deliciously intoxicating edge.
One evening I saw us reflected in the blank TV screen in
front of my chair, which was for Daddy like watching an
arousing film looking up between my little girl's legs,
witnessing what I was physically feeling. Soon after I
looked forward to the game too, very, very much. So much
so, I began anticipating her coming in each evening,
bathing, changing into her nightie, and climbing into my
lap to watch T.V. with me.
Her taking my hands in hers, holding them on her lower
belly, her lovely breasts pushed together between her
arms, her nipples hard and pushing out, her nightie
pulling up higher and higher revealing her bare glowing
thighs. Sometimes she would hold my hands very tightly,
her panties unselfconsciously visible, her breathing
slow and heavy, her legs rhythmically opening and
closing Daddy's legs at her will.
Our game, now a secret, something we knew we did in
private, just me and my little girl, my daughter. I
would subtly offer resistance as she squeezed her thighs
back together, which she seemed to like. Her breathing
would quicken. Sometimes a little moan, her bottom
tightening and lifting as she squeezed.
She would sometimes breathe out loudly, or in tiny
gushes, or let out soft little mewling sounds, opening
and closing our legs, biting her lower lip as she worked
her legs and hips to squeeze Daddy's legs back together.
The effort sending little humming vibrations between her
legs. Her sweet musky arousal filling the air around us
as she lay back against me. Her head rolling back and
forth, safe and warm on Daddy's lap as I looked down
over her shoulder. Her breasts jostling. Her figure so
clearly defined under her flannel gown.
I know I should have stopped her, stopped myself. At
first I figured what harm could come of it, what harm
could come of a father and his little girl, his lovely
daughter playing such an innocent little game.
Then there was the one evening when she climbed into my
lap, upset and almost in tears. I asked what was wrong,
and she pleaded, "My-my breasts hurt, Daddy, help Daddy,
please... they hurt Daddy, makem' stop hurting, make the
ache go away Daddy" at first reluctant, her mother
upstairs, thinking what would her mother have done, I
reached up her sides, and lovingly, delicately first
traced little feathery lines with my fingers up toward
her taut aching nipples, whispering a lullaby of, it's
okay little baby, let Daddy help, let Daddy make it
better.
She quieted immediately, relaxed into my chest, as her
light breaths turned to ahhing, and then cooing, her
little hips moving involuntarily, pressing down into
Daddy's lap. Before I knew what was happening, I
realized I was trying to make her feel more than better,
more than trying to make her breasts stop hurting. More
and more Daddy massaged her aching breasts in Daddy's
big hands, massaged her breasts through her gown, and
then pulled gently on her hard nipples to relieve the
ache, rolled her nipples between Daddy's fingers, my
breath hot against the side of her face.
Her tears stopped, and she began breathing out,
murmuring softly "mmm, yes Daddy, ohhh Papa, that feels,
so good, nnnn, don't stop, don't stop Daddy, feels, so
good" her breasts so firm and ripe and swelling in
Daddy's big hands.
I'm not sure I could have stopped. Her breasts looked so
exquisite through the flannel material of the gown. I
was transfixed, aroused, doing what I’d been thinking
for weeks. I kneaded and cupped and squeezed my
daughter’s lovely breasts, so incredibly erotic through
the flannel gown. I wanted to suck her nipples into my
mouth, suck on them through her nightgown, and
whispered, "that's my girl, let daddy make them feel
better, baby."
She pressed her head back into the nape of my neck, and
I leaned around her, cheek to hot cheek, our warm
breaths mingling together over her breasts so swollen in
Daddy's hands massaging my little girl's beautiful
breasts, stroking her nipples under the flannel gown.
Practically hissing, "yesss baby, let Daddy make them
feel better, baby," eliciting a response from a lover,
her little bottom pressing harder, rotating, lifting and
pressing against my straining hard cock under her.
Her soft little voice, “Nnnn, Daddyyy, touch me, Papa”
my daughter sinking her weight into her father, letting
me have her.
"Yesss, baby," I whispered, images of her little pussy
in Daddy's minds-eye, the length of her sex enveloping
the length of Daddy's cock under her, the length of
Daddy's cock fitting up into the groove of her heated
little pussy separated only by her flannel gown. Her
pressing out with her legs against Daddy's legs, like
butterfly wings, opening and closing, us both slipping
down in my big chair, letting more, and more of my cock
fill the length of her slit. The natural effort of her
hot little cunny to trap Daddy's length in her lips,
press up inside her, pushing her flannel gown between
her soft lips, damp warm, as her breathing turned to
gasps.
She gushed, "Ooh, ohhh god, Daddy. Nnnn, Papaaaa"
rolling her little hips, undulating, rocking, her back
arching, her arms open, her hands out to either side
gripping the rests of Daddy's chair. I couldn't stop
myself if I’d wanted to, my breathing heavy and hot over
her shoulder, my arms squeezing against her rib cage,
pulling her tightly to Daddy's chest, Daddy's big hands
knowing exactly how to make my little girl feel good.
"Yes, baby, let Daddy make you feel good, baby."
Her weight on her arms, her hands gripping the armrest,
her pressing her bottom harder against my raging hard
cock throbbing and pulsing under her grinding hips, her
hot little pussy rubbing trying to fit Daddy further and
further along her damp wet slit. Backward and forward,
sliding on Daddy's cock. We could feel each other's heat
through our pajamas, wet and friction heated, my cock
dripping pre-cum, my pajamas wet beneath her as she
pressed out from my chest to bare her full weight over
daddy's groin as we ground into each other, fucking each
other through the material of our pajamas.
Her legs on the outside of Daddy's knees, her torso
upright, her chest pressed forward I reached down and
took her by her tender little hips, held on to her as
she rubbed forward and back, took her by her hips and
guided her as Daddy met her rhythm, "Mmmmm, little baby,
yessss."
I couldn't stand it any longer, and pulled her back
against my chest, reached around her, my arms locked
over hers, and took her breasts into Daddy's hands,
again squeezing and pinching and pulling my little
girls' breasts, kissing her hot wet cheeks, my little
girl grinding on her Daddy, our both breathing hard,
moaning, our breaths hot wet whispers, when I did the
unthinkable.
With both hands at once, like a bear holding its prey,
not once raising my hands up from her, I pressed her
down solid on my cock and ground my hips against my
daughter’s warm bottom. My hands dragging over her
writhing little belly, her cheek turning to mine, her
breath hot on Daddy's neck, over her hips, over her
upper thighs, her open mouth gaping at Daddy's throat, I
began cinching her gown up, pulling the thin material up
her legs, over her thighs, up to her hips.
I reached between her spread open legs, her bare smooth
thighs, and slid my fingers through her silky soft wet
little pussy. Her hips lurched upward, into my fingers,
into my cupped hand, into the heal of my palm so warm
and pressing into her mound. I held her on my lap,
rubbed her little clit, pressed into the insides of her
thighs, her groin, Daddy gushing, realizing, rubbing
over her freshly shaven smooth bald little mound.
In a frenzy she raised and I reached under her and freed
my cock, my raging hard cock, out from the slit of my
pajama bottoms. I pulled my cock out, from under her
grinding little bottom, pulled myself out in front of
her hot little pussy, pressed my length against her.
Daddy's bare naked cock sliding hot and unfathomably
rigid, aching against my little girl's warm-hot slippery
bare creamy wet cunt.
Her folds slicking on Daddy's cock, wrapping around
Daddy’s cock. Not saying a word her little hips lifted,
and I pressed my cock against her steaming little cunt,
slid up and down hot and hard and slippery against my
little girl's swollen slippery wet sex, and then it
happened. We found her. Daddy's cock, slipped inside
her.
At first just the head of Daddy's pounding, aching hard
cock. When she whispered, "just, a little more, Papa,
want to feel you, in me, Papa" us both shiny wet with
pre-cum, her creamy satiny juices. We both fell silent
as I slid deeper, and deeper inside her, us both gushing
out heated breaths, moans, settled into each other,
sinking me deeper and deeper with each of our pushes
inside my little girl.
I reached back up and took her breasts back into Daddy's
big hands, as she lifted and pressed and rotated her
little pussy on her father’s throbbing hard cock. Taking
a little more, and a little more of Daddy's cock inside
her, she moaned and her body melted as I kissed her
neck, her cheeks, reached down and wrapped her hips, her
upper thighs in Daddy's big hands, pressing her down,
pushing up inside my little girl.
Rocking her pelvis, fucking her father’s cock even when
I stopped, I whispered, "Yes baby, fuck Daddy, baby,
that's my good girl" the sensations of warmth and
wetness and softness, our heat, indescribable.
Fucking my cock into my little girl, my hot sexy
daughter, I slid one hand up to my little girl's mouth,
as my little girl sucked her Daddy's finger into her hot
wet mouth, sucking my finger, her juices. I pressed my
fingers against my little girl's slick little pussy,
spread my fingers on either side of my cock sliding
inside my little girl as she sucked Daddy's cock into
her hot wet little cunny, as I fucked my little girl
right there in my chair, as she fucked Daddy, no longer
just pretending.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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