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Daddy's
In Love
The characters and events in this story are fictional and are not condoned by the author in any way. These stories are posted for fantasy and shout not be acted out. If you are under 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) please discontinue reading. Fictional writing about children involved in sex is considered freedom and speech and is not child pornography according to U.S. law Chapter 1: Childish Curiosity Another typical, boring Sunday for Jennifer was unfolding. The long summer vacation from school had scarcely begun and her and her playmates were already running out of things to do. All winter long the fifth grade girls talked about boys and all the cool things they would do during the summer and aside from her gymnastics classes she found she had little else to amuse herself. Well, she thought, there was that day two weeks ago when Tina brought that dirty old magazine over to Lisa's basement clubhouse. It was actually a portion of the crawl space abutting the basement but her cool dad made a part of it into a clubhouse for the kids. It even had a carpet and some lights and pillows and as far as a place being in a grownups house it was pretty neat the girls decided. The parents didn’t bother them in there and the children quickly discovered that if they played their CD's and made some noise her mom and dad would pretty much leave them be. They did have one close call when Trina brought over a cigarette and it got smoky but Lisa crawled over and quickly opened a vent. Jen was glad actually that they put it out. But that dirty book really opened up her eyes she recalled. There for the first time were pictures of grown men and their things or cocks Trina called them. Trina was the most advanced of the preteens and was the instigator and she knew all the swears and details about cocks and stuff. The book was really old and nothing like she would soon find online but it clearly showed that men actually did put the cock into the girl’s vagina and even her mouth and one picture totally showed the man’s big penis right by the lady's butt! The girls could only speculate on that despite Trina's assurance that crazy men even do that to girls and even boys! She had watched Trina and Lisa practice kissing again for a few minutes and left for home. Soon an innocent event would unfold. Whether it was to be their destiny would be anyone’s guess in years to come and father and daughter would reflect on that first moment many times during their lives together. Young Jen had ridden her bike home and saw her mom’s car gone again. She hoped to heck she was not going to spend all summer with those stupid troublemaker boys again. Her mom was always off on some retreat with those boys somewhere and she was getting jealous. Just cause they needed special schooling all year she didn’t think it fair that she should suffer. They were not stupid boys, just troublemakers her mom had said often of the sixth grade kids she watched over. Jens handsome father seemed almost happy that his wife was gone a lot. At least he seemed more fun when she was gone. Knowing this she dropped her bike and ran towards the garage door. Her ponytail was bouncing crazily to and fro but her firm boyish ass and stone hard legs were definitely not. If hard body gymnast could apply to teens it surely could to ten year old gym princesses. Jen wasn’t aware of this but Dan sure knew the reason why girl’s gymnastics was so popular an Olympic event. The television stations as well as the Olympic Committee turned a blind eye on why the sport was so popular and why 90% of the ads were aimed at men in their thirty's and forty's. They simply loved to see hard body nymphets in cuntlet hugging outfits do tricks and lewd displays publicly in sweat soaked leotards. Not a man among the die hard followers had not imagined fucking one of the seventy five pound tarts up and down their strutted cocks like a toy; like jacking off but with a little cunt as part of your hand. Springing open the screen door she bounded upstairs two at a time, calves flexing enticingly, and surprising her careless father. He had never expected her home much less surprising him this way. Jens catlike grace had allowed her to come to the door unnoticed just in time to see her daddy shaking off his cock above the toilet. Her mouth fell open at the brief sight of it. It was twice as big as the men in the pictures and had this long funny skin hanging way over the end. It looked to be as large as her forearm and dark brown to her excited young eyes. Jenny stepped away and was watching him as he began pushing the long veiny tube into his pants again and then he flushed and turned her way. The child felt mortified and began to mutter, “S...sorry daddy. I...I uh... didn't know.” Dan felt a feeling run through his loins he had
never felt before at having had his little girl see his cock. At
the same time young Jennifer's mind was touched with things she
would forever be fascinated with. Her fathers cock, piss, and foreskin.
The order of importance would come to change on a whim. She was
relieved when her tall handsome father walked by her and tugged
playfully on Dan reached for her bare shoulder and felt the warm, impossibly smooth skin on his strong hand as he steered her towards the stairs. “Ok hon. I have to go to the hardware store and mom won’t be home for an hour. You wanna come with boring dad or should I drop you off at the park district gym for an hour?” Now Jenny was really torn. She just saw pictures of male cocks and her own dad’s real one in the same day and she really wanted to go with and maybe hold his hand at the store but she needed to do some practice every day or her tummy muscles got too weak. “The gym daddy.” Now here Jenny stood again on a Sunday about a week later waiting for her dad to pick her up. In a situation where destiny was not preordained a normal father would have been more cautious about closing the bathroom door. Also a precocious Lolita would be more secretive about peeking. Yet during the days that followed that first subliminal act the father and daughter played a game that neither acknowledged the other was doing. Dan had been scheduling his bathroom piss trips more and more around the moments when his wife was gone or busy in the basement or garage. Likewise the fifth grader scheduled her sudden meanderings for something or other to coincide with her fathers sometimes faked bathroom visits. He would close the door just enough to make it look good and she would be off to the side just enough to make it look like she was hiding. The piss breaks became longer and the amount of cock skin increased by several inches as did the preparations to pee and shake it off afterwards. It was then she would see her dad slowly peel that long yummy skin back and see the huge purple head come out. Once he pulled down his shorts for a minute and she actually saw the two balls as big as her fists. Trina told her the sperm that made her came outta those huge bags. She herself thought they held his pee for sure ‘cause he had so much usually. On Saturday night little Jen was in her room with her stuffed animals under the sheets with her. She was getting ready for bed and had millions of funny questions in her head when she heard the familiar sound of her daddy making right across the hall. She could see that the door was totally shut because her mom was home. Jen heard him flush the toilet and walk out and towards her room. Jennifer heard her father walk up to her little bed and lean down and whisper in her ear. “Jenny? Bunny? Tomorrow night you can aim it if you want. Pull the skin back and aim it but only if you want to.” She felt his warm lips kiss her very close to her mouth and as he turned she whispered, “Yes daddy. I will. I want to.” * * * * * * * The next day crawled by like a slug for little Jennie. The fact that it was a Sunday and she had no school made it even longer. To pass the time, she decided to ride her bike to her friend Heather's house. Heather was a part of the small group of little girls that Jennie hung out with most often – Lisa, Trina, Casey, Lauren, and Malinda being the others – but of the seven girls, she was the most quiet and to-herself. Most of the other girls teased her for it, although playfully, but Jennie could understand Heather a bit more than they could. The two had been friends since they met in preschool when Jennie was 4 and Heather was 3. If Jennie had a best friend, it would have been heather, she often thought to herself. The bike ride to the 9-year-old's house wasn't a long one, but it wasn't the easiest route. The development most of the girls lived in was situated in a large circle that enclosed an area of woodlands. The township was obligated to keep most of the area free from development, so their response was to build all of the houses in that area around the expanse of township-protected forest. So it was on the other side of the large circle of homes with Heather lived, and while a bike ride around the woodlands on the street would take a good fifteen minutes, a bike ride through the trees would take half that time. The little brunette climbed onto her hot-pink mountain bike and began making her way from the backyard of her house into the shade of the large trees separating the homes. Since there was only a month left of school, the weather was nice and warm as Jennie rode through the narrow paths of the forest. The sun was high in the sky and its light created a shifting sprinkling of bright patches on the leaf-covered earth, something the young girl always enjoyed seeing. The deeper she rode into the woods, the less terrain became available for her to ride through, but she had been along this trip countless times before and she never had a problem getting to Heather's back yard. It was only several minutes later when she could see the backs of the houses on the opposite side of the circle through the trees ahead, and she headed unerringly for the one she knew as Heather's. The girl's house wasn't as large as her own, since she lived with only her mother and a man named Scott that her mom had just married a month before. When her real dad moved out he had taken a lot of the money, as well as the source (he had a well paying job so Heather's mom never had to have one), and left Ms. Ernest (Heather's last name was Earnest) struggling to get back on her feet. Despite her mother's financial condition, Heather always seemed to have the coolest things in her room. The girls could spend hours alone their, always with something to play with or do. This wasn't the case today however. When Jennie arrived at the back porch of the house, she could see Heather inside sitting on the couch in the living room. She knocked on the glass and waved happily to her friend, who stood up and bounded with a smile to open the door. “Hi, Jennie! I'm so glad you're here, today has been so boring!” Heather threw her arms around the little brunette as she always did and Jennie returned the hug just as eagerly. Heather was a pretty little one with dark auburn hair that always seemed perfect, even when she woke up in the morning. Her skin was a soft alabaster that would always become flushed and pink whenever the cute girl blushed, and her eyes were a deep brown. There were more than a few times when Jennie would catch herself starting at Heather, admiring her and wishing she was as pretty. When voicing such hopes to her father, Jennie would always hear the same response. “There isn't a girl out there as pretty as my Jennie”, Dan would say. For the most part, he meant it too. Jennie stepped into the living room and looked around. If her eyes hadn't told her right away what was going on, her nose certainly did. The room was thick with the drifting smell of paint, and in the hallway that connected the front door, living room, and stairs to the second floor, Jennie could see strange men in stained clothing moving about. Heather could tell what her friend was thinking and responded before Jennie even had the time to ask. “Mom and Scott are having the house redone,” she said, shoulders sagging as she turned to watch the workers with Jennie, “They're painting a lot and they said we're gonna switch bedrooms because mine is bigger and they need the space for all of Scott's stuff.” Jennie could hardly believe it. She loved Heather's room! She turned to the auburn-haired girl with a look of shock. Heather responded with a pouty frown, neither needing to say a word to know the shared sentiment. Heather sighed and finished her earlier statement as she idly twisted her right foot beneath her. “...yeah, so all my stuff is in boxes and they're moving our stuff around. I have nothing to do!” Jennie played with the tiny gold ring her dad had given her as a birthday present when she was ten. She used to wear it on her ring finger but had since moved it to her pinky because it no longer fit as well. It was often a habit of hers to twist it back and forth as she thought. “Well why don't we go back to my house? And we can take our time in the woods since it's such a nice day out!” Heather thought it was a great idea and the two went back out onto the porch where Jennie had left her bike, and Heather kept hers. They both climbed on and headed back the way Jennie had come. It was normal for Heather to leave home with a friend without saying anything to her mother, especially since Scott moved in, so neither made a point of it.
“I have to pee really bad” frowned Heather, bouncing slightly on her heels, “I'm gonna go behind a tree.” Jen sighed dramatically and Heather laughed as she found a suitable spot and undid the button of her jeans. “Oh shut up!” She slid the jeans and smooth, cotton panties down her alabaster thighs to reveal her lips, just barely showing the first signs of downy peach fuzz, and squatted tenderly, looking between her legs to make sure nothing got splashed as she did her business. After a short moment the thick stream started to flow, squirting against the earth and making an indentation in the soft dirt as it pooled and bubbled. Jennie could hear the sound of her stream hitting the ground and turned to her friend, only able to see part of her back. She grinned and cupped her hand to her mouth, calling out towards the younger girl. “Psssssssssss!!” Heather gasped and shouted, “Stop it!” Both of them then fell into a fit of laughs and giggles, Heather trying to keep herself under control lest her warm stream make a mess on her jeans or panties. She was barely able to keep herself clean when her urine died down to small trickles. Without any toilet paper nearby to clean herself with, she silently stood and simply pulled her pants and panties back up, content that the crotch of her underwear would soak any mess there might be. When Jennie could see that her friend was done, she grinned to herself and jumped behind the tree to where Heather was buttoning up her jeans. She squatted down by the frothy puddle of urine and rubbed her tummy dramatically. “Mmmmm that looks yummy!” she said, grinning so wide that all of her small, pearly teeth could be seen. Heather jumped back. “Ewwww you're gross” she exclaimed, unable to keep from laughing. The two continued to giggle when suddenly Heather turned, her silky hair twirling behind her as she seemed to be looking towards something. Jen had to catch her breath as she made her way forward to her friend's side, and there was a moment of silence when none of them spoke. Heather was the first to say something. “Did you hear that? I thought I heard something.” Jen listened for a moment and looked around, then shook her head. “I don't hear anything... what was it?” Heather didn't respond, but began picking her way around exposed roots on her tip-toes. Jen watched momentarily before joining her, taking the clue to be quiet. The two of them silently crept towards what looked to be a drop-off in the distance. As they got closer, Jen began to hear what Heather must have heard. “Mmmph”, the noise was deep, and masculine. Heather and Jen subconsciously reached for each other's hands, wrapping their little fingers around the other's. “Mmmh yeah... keep going.” this time it was another voice. Who was down there? thought Jennie. The girls crept to the edge of the rise and looked down. Two older boys, one of them looking as if he were around 13, the other perhaps 18, were sitting on a large rock below. A thick tree straddled the edge of the drop so the girls were able to use it for cover as they watched in amazement the scene below. The younger of the two, a thin boy with messy brown hair and a small stature leaned against the dirt-wall of the rise, his pants and underwear around his ankles as his fist moved rapidly along the length of his immature cock. The other, somewhat heavier boy was facing more towards the girls but not enough to see them without searching. He had dark blonde hair and was kneeling before the other one, his own pants around his ankles as well. He had a considerably larger penis than his friend, a full and thick six inches. He too was stroking his boyhood but at a slower pace, taking time each pass to curl his fingers around the plump, scarlet head, which oozed a pearly goo in tiny droplets. Heather and Jennie were transfixed. This was the second time in less than a month that Jennie had seen actual cocks, not like the ones in those magazines. Even though these boys were well below her father in terms of length, she was no less amazed by the site. Only one of the boys had foreskin – the younger of the two – which caused her to keep her eyes on that one more often than the other. An eternity seemed to pass within mere minutes. The pleasured groaning of the two increased in volume and pace, and the young girls couldn't help but gasp when the younger boy jerked suddenly and shot a thin, glistening arch of white fluid from the tip of his penis. The older boy did the same only seconds later, his load landing on the younger boy's thigh. Before the self-pleasuring boys could spot them, Heather tightened her fingers around Jen's hand and began to pull her away, the two soon running at full speed back to their bikes. The bike ride back to Jen's house was silent but fast. Neither of the two believed what they had seen, and there was sure to be a flurry of girlish whispers and giggles when they were once again alone in little Jennie's bedroom. As was typical little Jennifer took the shortest route to the side door of her house with her younger playmate peddling furiously twenty feet behind. That this shortcut involved cutting across her lawn to the dismay of her daddy never entered her mind. In fact no matter how many times he admonished her and playfully spanked her little bottom for doing it she continued to do so almost blatantly at times. Such was the case today when she saw him halt digging the garden and shake his huge fist at her in mock anger. There would be no soft lingering tap on her boyish butt today, at least not in front of Heather much to their dismay. It went unsaid but both father and daughter secretly enjoyed the feigned spanking, especially when it was done outside where someone could see. Jenny had yet to learn it was a deep sexual fantasy she had when her daddy touched her fanny in public and Dan just enjoyed any excuse to touch his little girl’s private parts. The truth was he had touched her often in many places until she had turned five. At least when his wife wasn’t home he recalled. As Dan leaned against the spade watching the girls set down their bikes he began to suspect his baby might just be a bit sharper than most ten year old girls tended to be. He was pretty certain that Jenny knew he was on to her piss peeks and was beginning to wonder if she deliberately rode her bike across the lawn. As with many facets of this budding love affair the truth would come out years later after the birth of their first child. For now, his thinking that it was done out of childish innocence and curiosity only fueled the ever mounting sinful lust he felt for her. Dan smiled and wiped his forehead with his forearm as the tots ran across the yard towards him. Heather had always been fodder for beat-off sessions in the garage. Sometimes with her and his child putting on private lesbian shows for him, other times sharing his thick veiny cock choking down his load, and still other times opening up their teeny ass chambers for him to tear. The day was warmer than normal and he had removed his shirt earlier. Now he stood before them in shorts and gym shoes as the kids greeted him. The raised garden made him appear even taller and he saw both of their eyes glance at the sweat and masculine hair on his chest before traveling briefly down to his hard hairy abdomen and the sweat-soaked shorts with the damp “V” pointing towards his magnificent cock-bulge. The fact that both girls were suddenly becoming much more interested in cock with today’s new revelation had not registered yet. What both of them did know was that they had the house to themselves for a couple days and today was the day he was going to take his little girl in the bathroom and show her how men peed. For that very reason Dan noticed Jennifer's eyes linger a bit longer on his damp crotch than her friends. He was wondering if he had entered kiddie heaven, what with two luscious lolitas gawking at a hidden weapon as large as their forearms. His wicked mind was just beginning to imagine how frightfully huge his cock would look compared to their tiny fingers when Jen called up to him. “Hi daddy. I brought Heather over.” She was on her tiptoes and her lovely calves flexed as she closed her eyes waiting happily for her kiss. Dan quickly bent and kissed her soft cheek but not as close to her inviting mouth as the night before. “Hi bunny.” He smiled and looked Heathers way wondering how it would feel to beat off using her cunt instead of his hand, just jacking the tot up and down his gnarled brown meat....”Hi there Heather. You’re looking beautiful as always.” He watched the two exchange glances as Heather blushed. Jenny started to giggle. “Oh daddy you’re so lame and silly. Heather came over ‘cause they are painting her bedroom and it smells, right Heath’?” The nine year olds doe eyes looked up in Dan’s warmly and she nodded. “Yes that’s right Mr. D. It stinks bad.” Dan was only too happy to have two little girls alone in his house if for no other reason than to fantasize all day about kiddie sex. This was way better than Internet porn. “Sure kids just don't tear the house apart. I’ll be in a bit later and clean up. You kids wanna order a pizza later?” This brought shouts of joy from the prepubescent girls and a smile to Dan’s face as he watched them jumping up and down clapping their tiny hands. They turned and began skipping off to the house holding hands when Jenny stopped and asked over her shoulder, “Daddy is it ok if Heather maybe sleeps over tonight? We don’t have school and her rooms torn apart.” Immediately the child saw a glimmer of disappointment in her father’s eyes and suddenly she remembered the secret thing they were planning in the bathroom tonight. Quickly she added, “She won’t be any bother dad. She falls asleep at seven thirty.” Jenny broke out in her tinkling laughter and mocked pain when Heather punched her arm. “Oh Jennifer, You’re such a fibber. She’s a fibber Mr. D.” Dan laughed along with them happy to know that Jenny secretly telegraphed to him her knowledge of the dirty thing they had planned. “Well Heather she does her own version of truth... honey. You kids go on and have fun. I’ll be inside in a bit.” The incest minded father smiled and felt his goat-sized balls filling in their thick skinned sweaty bag as he watched the two little hard-bodies walk towards the house. Jennifer was a bit taller and more toned than her little friend but Heather had the smallest, softest looking little ass he ever saw. He wondered whether teeny anus would look like up close recalling the times he’d open Jennifer's and peer inside it when she was little. Little Heather was also positively glowing from having Jens handsome father call her ‘honey’. Dan quickly finished turning the garden and as he walked the shovel back to the shed he waved at the new neighbor’s wife. She was a hot looking young bride in her early twenties that made it obvious she was eying him up and down whenever she was outside with that horse of a dog. He often wondered if she let that pretty red dog cock fuck into her uterus. Inside the dim shed he forwent his usual jack-off session over the kiddie porn he had hidden out there. Often, in a state of perverse lust he envisioned planting some for Jenny to find to gage her reaction. Now he may have an even better feel for it after tonight. Hell, he figured hopefully, after tonight maybe she would enjoy looking at it with him online. He smiled at that disgusting thought |
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