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Katrina and Her Daddy
by Que? (address withheld)
***
A father steps over the line for just a couple of
moments, with his 12-year-old daughter. (Mg, ped, mast,
inc)
***
It all began the night we left the city to move to
Arizona. It was a dark, and rainy night as we headed
down the highway to Phoenix at three o'clock in the
morning.
My daughter, Katrina, and I had been traveling for 16
hours and it had been a long day. We left 3 weeks after
my wife's funeral and planned to drive straight through
to Arizona, where we were to live. We had always talked
about living in Arizona.
With the settlement we received from the insurance
company, Katrina and I were able to buy a nice ranch
style house out in the desert, miles from nowhere. My
wife, Kathy, would have loved the place.
We were planning on moving away from the big city before
her car accident. If still alive, she would be pleased
to see our dream coming true. Now it was just the one
child and myself. My daughter just turned 12 and was
still getting over the shock of her mother's death.
I was beginning to get very sleepy, and began looking
for a hotel to stop for the night. Katrina was snuggled
up around my right shoulder with her arm wrapped around
mine. My precious little girl had been sleeping like
this for about an hour when she looked up at me and
said, "Daddy, are we going to stop for the night?"
<Yes Honey.> I thought. I was too tired to answer, so I
bent down and kissed her forehead and smiled.
The rain was really pouring down, and Katrina would
squeeze me tight with each clap of thunder. Finally, a
Holiday Inn came into view.
I checked in, got the room keys, parked the car and
carried little Katrina up to the room.
"I'll be right back Honey, I have to get the luggage."
When I returned, Katrina had already crawled in bed.
After getting undressed, I stretched out into bed and
thought about our future- Katrina and I. A loud
thunderclap rocked the room and little Katrina quickly
moved herself against me, hugging me tightly. "Daddy,
I'm scared!"
<I know Darling...> I hugged her little body close to
mine.
Katrina had always been scared of thunder and would
routinely crawl into bed with Cathy and I during stormy
nights. For some reason tonight felt different.
For the first time I noticed Katrina's young, firm body
and felt her smooth tight flesh. I started rubbing my
hand up and down her back, pressing her into me as she
lay on her stomach, laying halfway on top of me.
I felt her smooth skin as I reassured her, thinking for
the first time how lovely this young girl was. For a 12
year old, little Katrina had developed quite nicely, and
I could feel her 34C breasts smashed against my chest.
My maturing daughter was a perfect image of her mother,
just tiny. Perfectly rounded curves, and a nice ass
which slightly quivered as I slipped my hand down past
her waist.
Without thinking I let my hand continue over her little
butt and started caressing it. I suddenly realized I was
laying in bed with my daughter, who was practically
laying on top of me, while I was caressing her ass.
My own daughter, and I was starting to get a hard-on! I
wondered if I should continue as my hand froze on
Katrina's little ass. She was sound asleep and had
slipped her leg over mine. Now, I could feel her little
mound on my thigh.
Katrina was wearing a night shirt without panties, as
usual. Katrina hated panties and Kathy always nagged at
her about that. Her ass felt wonderful through the
cotton shirt and I pushed her crotch up tighter against
my thigh. I'd been without female companionship for so
long, I couldn't help how my body was reacting
By now I had a raging hard-on. It felt too good. Katrina
was my daughter and besides she was only 12. But my dick
kept telling me how fine she was, and she was fine...
too fine.
And a fine mess it would be if I got caught acting on my
fantasies. I dismissed the thought and I just held
Katrina close to me and fell asleep.
**
The next morning we continued on and arrived at our
house late that evening. Being tired from the trip we
immediately took our baths and then headed straight to
bed. The young girl came out of the bathroom with her
thin-laced nighty and I could tell she had on no
underwear.
One could see right through lacy-holes in the nighty,
her delicious nipples were poking through the thin
fabric.
She came up to me and said, "Daddy, can I sleep with you
again tonight, please?"
"Sure Honey, crawl into bed with me," I said back to
her, smiling even wider inside.
At that, my young child slid into bed, snuggled up to me
while mashing her young firm tits into my chest. She
felt so good as I wrapped my arm around her back and
pulled her young body close against mine. Katrina moved
her leg over mine and without realizing pushed her knee
up into my hardening cock.
She then looked up at me and said, "I love you Daddy,
please don't ever leave me."
She squeezed me real tight, pressing her chest and
crotch against me and started squirming her little ass
back and forth against my leg. She looked up at me and
kissed me full on the lips.
By now my hand had pulled her little nighty up above her
waist exposing her tight little ass to my wandering
hand. She didn't seem to notice, so I squeezed her
little butt cheek and pulled it apart from the other
letting my little finger fall into her butt crack.
Katrina said nothing.
At that point I got scared again and I removed my hand
from her butt. I gently smoothed out her nighty and
hugged her close to me.
"Goodnight, Honey," I smiled at her.
**
The next two weeks we settled into our new house, and
got used to our new life. Katrina would spend the day
with her household chores while I worked around the
house fixing, repairing, and improving.
My young housemate and I decided that it would be best
not to enroll her in a public school because, (1): the
closest school was 125 miles away, and (2): Katrina
wanted me to teach her about computers and programming.
Since I worked out of my office at home, I agreed that
it would be best to stay at home.
And the best it was. Katrina worked around the house
wearing the skimpiest of clothing. Sometimes short
shorts, a size too small, with a loose half cut halter
top which would always reveal her succulent breasts
whenever she bent over.
Other times Katrina wore a micro-mini skirt with a skin
tight top that accentuated her full firm breasts and
tight nipples. And since she never wore panties, I could
see her gorgeous ass whenever she bent over.
One of her miniskirts was made of a cotton stretch
material and was constantly riding up her legs which
covered only half her ass and almost fully exposed her
little pussy. It was literally driving me crazy.
Katrina never seemed to mind or notice these displays of
hers and would crave attention from me all day,
periodically jumping up on me wrapping her legs around
my waist.
I could feel her bare pussy mashed against my thigh
while she squeezed her chest against mine and say, "I
love you Daddy, we're going to be so happy together!"
Yes darling, I certainly agree.
**
That night, and like most every other night since my
wife's death, Katrina crawled into bed with me after I
was almost asleep.
Usually, if there wasn't a thunderstorm or something,
she would just show up at bedtime and kind of hang
around until I got into bed. Then she would start pining
about how she missed her mommy and wanted to snuggle
with me for a while.
I would usually give in and let her in my bed. If I sent
her back to bed she would just return later after I fell
asleep.
And that was the scary part. It wasn't enough to know
she was in bed with me, that was torture. Sometimes I
would dream of her sucking on my cock and would wake up
with my arms and body all over my daughter while she
slept.
This night was somewhat different in the fact I was
completely naked, not expecting her to show up (or was
I?!). Additionally, when Katrina slid up next to me I
noticed that she, too, also was nude.
"What's wrong Honey, couldn't you sleep?" I said to her
softly, "and why aren't you wearing a nightshirt?"
Katrina said nothing, and in the darkness I couldn't see
her face.
I believed she was asleep, and maybe had sleep-walked
into my bedroom. So anyway, there she was, laying up
against me in all her naked glory. I felt tingles
shooting up and down my body as every inch of her body
contacted mine.
I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her body into me.
She moved her leg over mine, pushing her knee up into my
slowly, but surely, hardening cock.
As my dick grew larger and larger, I was again faced
with the torture of my fantasies. My hand glided up and
down her back and ass, feeling her soft tight skin. I
felt like just ravishing her once and for all, plowing
my raging hard-on deep into her little body.
But I couldn't because she was only 12... and my
daughter... and she was asleep... and she was so fine...
I continued to caress her body with my left hand while
my other hand reached over and began to stroke my
twitching cock.
I pulled her higher against my body and slid my prick up
between her thighs with my left hand, pushing it tight
against her butt crack. I kept my cock in that position
and slowly humped her back and forth.
Katrina continued to breathe slow and deep so I got just
a little bolder and with my right hand I gently cupped
her left breast and ever so lightly pinched her nipple.
Her breast was so perfect, so full and firm... I wanted
to bend down and kiss the nipple but I was afraid of
waking her. I squeezed her breast and played with the
nipple some more, while with my other hand, I held my
dick tight against her slit and butt crack while I
continued to hump her.
I discovered to my surprise that her pussy was slightly
wet, so I placed the head of my dick in front of her
moist entrance. I slowly moved my cock up and down her
now slippery cunt rubbing it back and forth across her
clit, and then tested the entrance to her little cunt
hole.
Tight, real tight. I didn't think it would go in, but my
orgasm was building inside me as I continued to stroke
her wet little pussy with my hard cock.
I slid my right hand under Katrina's stomach and reached
for my dick. I began to stroke it harder and harder
until my orgasm could hold back no more. My left hand
grabbed her ass firmly. My hips bucked as I shot a wad
that must have hit the ceiling, shot after shot of cum
was erupting from my cock in what was surely the biggest
orgasm of my life.
Totally out of my mind, I placed the head of my dick at
the entrance to her tight little butt-hole and deposited
the last couple shots into her little sweet, sweet ass.
I continued rubbing her with my finger, moving down to
her slit. I felt moisture and the tiny girl moaned
softly. I wiggled my finger into the source of wetness
and my Darling squirmed her little ass some more. I
moved my wet finger up to her clitoris and lightly
rubbed the moisture into it.
Katrina moaned some more and began kissing my chest. Her
hand moved down to my rock hard cock, grasping it and
pulling on it. My right hand moved up and encased one of
her fine tits.
For a 12 year old, Katrina had well developed breasts,
about the size of half-oranges with little brown nipples
that pointed up slightly. Through the fabric of her
nighty, I squeezed and lightly pinched her nipples,
flicking them between my fingers, feeling them swell and
harden.
"Oh Daddy, that feels so good. Don't stop!"
But I did. And I never touched my daughter "sexually"
again. But I never stopped thinking about that incident
and I'll always have the memory, although I think
Katrina has pretty much forgotten it, or at least
suppressed the memory of it.
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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