Daddy's In Love : Chapter 3


	Daddy's In Love by Cactus & Kachina 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 3: Morning Dan woke to the cheerful giggles of children. The youngsters were showering together and although both were very interested in exploring each other, neither had yet been bold enough to initiate it. Soon enough, as fate would have it, Dan would be the one to suggest it. That would have to wait for a future weekend with the wife away however. Heather refrained from bringing up the incident she had watched last night. As much as she wanted to ask Jen how it was touching a man’s penis, she was afraid to let Jenny know just yet that she had spied on them. Dan got out of bed and headed off to the shower/jacuzzi in the master bath. He showered and shaved and brushed his teeth while listening to the girls and found himself growing excited again at having two flawless preteens naked just down the hall. Throwing on a robe and tying it loosely he walked down the hall past the kids' shower, heading toward the kitchen. A few feet past the bathroom he paused to listen secretly, hoping that they were talking about the wicked thing he and his daughter had done last night. It appeared they were drying off and the schoolgirl chatter was about some store at the mall. He had secretly hoped that Heather had seen them and was talking about it. It would have given him the perfect excuse to just calmly walk in and urinate in front of the girls. Exposing himself was suddenly becoming quite a turn on to the man knowing that if grown woman had always feared his godlike cock than the sight of it to a nine year old must strike awe and terror.....and want. He smiled and headed off to the kitchen, imagining it soft and snakelike for Heather to see. He pictured himself standing behind her with his balls resting on her pretty head while his thick flaccid tube hung down over her face, alongside her cute nose with the nice foreskin snout brushing lightly on her flat, lightly freckled chest. There was no prettier a picture than nine inches of soft, veiny fuck-tube draped over a lovely Lolita's face, he thought as he entered the kitchen. Dan was fixing the kids some breakfast, and upon hearing them coming down the stairs he quickly loosened his robe just enough to let them catch a peek of his cock and baby-making balls if they were so inclined. He was smart enough to not make it obvious that he knew his tool would show if at the right angle. The girls were dressed in shorts and sandals and tee shirts that showed off their waifish shapes. While still too young to have any hint of breasts or hips, it only added to the appeal of preteen sex goddesses. Their careless toweling off left just enough water on their soft skin to allow a hint of impish brown nipples to show. He noticed that his daughter's were really tiny but more erect compared to Heather's as they walked his way. Jenny stopped and stretched up her frail arms toward him and his eyes were immediately drawn to the soft, down covered expanse of her flat and toned tummy. It never occurred to him that in two years her ten year old belly would be ripe with his child. Dan smiled down at them and said good morning as he picked up his baby and gave her a hug, shivering at the sweet scent of her freshly showered purity. His strong hands cupped her firm boyish ass as she kissed his cheek and it did not go unnoticed to him that her lips had ventured closer to his own than usual this morning. The ever observant adult detected a subtle change already developing in their relationship. As she hugged him she quickly whispered in his ear. "I loved what we did." Dan felt his cock swell as the words sunk in and he lowered her tiny, slim body to the floor. When he set Jen down he turned to see Heather's eyes dart away from the small gap in his robe. She looked guiltily up at him and blushed. "'Morning Mr. D. Thanks for having me uh...umm...over last night. I...it was fun" Dan wondered if she had found out after all. The girl was acting nervous but she didn't seem scared and it was obvious she had been looking under his robe. He decided to allow the loosely tied belt to free open a bit more of the robe as he prepared their breakfast. Dan fought to tear his eyes away from the girl’s succulent lips imagining his girth tearing the thin tissues at the corners as he fed his cock down her spasming esophagus. "Oh? You're quite welcome Heather. Now that school's out feel free to sleep over whenever you like.” Both the girls took seats and he noted that they had positioned themselves for the best possible view should his musky genitals flash before their greedy eyes. The incestuous father was just beginning to wonder if he’d have some time alone with his girl. The chances to have her alone for a day in the house were not frequent. He knew that if this sinful plan took off that they would have to make do with an hour snuck in here and there when Linda was out or asleep. Hell, if it worked according to his wishes Jenny would soon be an accomplished enough fellatrice to drain a cum from his balls in the garage or shed in ten minutes. If they planned it right Linda would never know the two had disappeared together for a quickie throat-job. Charming Heather came to the rescue as he buttered their toast. “Oh and thanks Mr. D. Jen says you’ll drive me home when you drop her off for gymnastics at the park. She says you can fit my bike in the car too.” The well built man smiled inwardly and turning his loving eyes toward his girl he answered, “Sure Heather. No problem. I’m glad Jen remembered that.” He laughed and smiled back at Heather's angelic face adding, “I totally got my days confused what with her mom on this field trip.” Out of the corner of his eye and unseen by Heather he saw Jennifer's tiny pink tongue peek out and briefly touch her upper lip while she smiled knowingly in his direction and barely nodded her head ‘yes’ one time. It was done. The signal was passed much to his amazement. His taboo desires were known and with the nod of a lovely head and the tip of an enticing tongue tip he was given permission by his ten year old daughter to molest her. * * * * * * * * Linda Degroot scowled inwardly at the behavior she had to deal with. She and her seven students had just arrived at the Art Museum, but already they had slipped into their patterns of disruptive and disrespectful behavior that had landed them this class during the summer in the first place. She took a deep breath and prepared to regain control, as she was certainly not going to let her authority be questioned on the very first trip of the summer. The seven boys under her direction were all troublemakers. While she normally taught a small sixth grade class during the school year, she had been asked to head this special class during the summer in which troubled youth were kept in school, and therefore off the streets, in the hopes that they could be taught and formed into better behaved students. All of them had been in trouble multiple times before, and for all of them the class was their last stop before Juvenile Hall. This knowledge alone was enough for Linda's plans for the boys to work perfectly. For the last 4 years that she had been teaching the Sixth Grade, Linda had coerced most of the boys who had been in her classes to please her sexually at opportune moments after school, during lunch or recess, or on class trips. She even liked to play with their young, growing penises as well. The reckless nature of the boys in her summer class turned her on to no end, and the fact that she had control of their fate made getting her way that much easier. Besides, the challenge presented in whipping these young delinquents into shape made it so interesting. The small nature of the class was something she enjoyed as well. Seven children, all of them boys, and mixed enough in background, race, and looks to keep her satisfied for the entire summer. There was Ryan, the Eleven-year-old blonde from the town beside hers who always got in trouble for stealing. He was thin and small, and the quietest of the group. Tyler was a black boy of Twelve years, with a nicely toned body for someone of his age. His father worked at a local steel mill and often worked out, most times accompanied by Tyler himself, before he went to prison. Linda figured it was his father's nature that made Tyler such a bad egg as well. Grayson was a somewhat chunky boy, 13 years old and the oldest of all the boys. He was always picking fights and defying his elders. Perhaps breaking him in to her will would be most interesting of all. Rick was an Eleven-year-old whose mother was white and whose father was Latino. From what Linda new, both of them were good people, but even at a young age, Rick became too much to handle. He had been living in a group home since he was Nine and had less-than-desirable hygiene. Secretly, this wild dirtiness turned Linda on, and she often fantasized about what his young cock tasted like. Michael and Eddie were brothers, both of them 12 years old. Well actually, they were half-brothers, as their mother fucked a lot of men in her day before she died of a heroin overdose. It was little wonder her offspring were a bad bunch as well. The last was Jon, a boy with fiery red hair who was getting in trouble for vandalism all the time. Linda often wondered if there was any red pubic fuzz growing on his boyish, immature balls. Once all the kids had gotten out of the van they had driven to the museum in, Linda made sure everyone was present before leading them into the museum. She knew the group was a dangerous sort to bring into a place with such expensive contents, but the program directors insisted they be exposed to more ‘respectable’ outlets like art and expression. Besides, the deviously horny teacher didn't think they'd be spending much time looking at artwork if she had her way. She wanted to establish her relations with these boys right from the start, and she had a perfect idea for just how to get it done. She knew from her previous classes that the best way to control an unruly bunch or hormone rages future rapists was to gain the confidence of the leader. He would than control the rest and that could be in any direction she chose. Today she had visions of a makeshift glory hole but wasn’t sure how to bring it about. The boys were straggling behind her obviously to gawk at her backside. The horny kid loving mother anticipated that which was exactly why she had worn a skirt and heels to show of her long toned legs and the firm muscles on her perfect ass. As her heels clacked on the marble floor she was glad the school suggested it better if the museum cordon off a private section just for her little group. The fact that she had twisted the facts and told the curator they were studying Africa could be overlooked. If the school board questioned why she decided on African primitive art that might be another matter. Be that as it may, Linda Degroot the child molesting teacher was leading her testosterone dosed gang toward the hall of African Art. In a few moments even their uneducated minds would know phallic and fertility symbols when they saw them. She heard Grayson giving orders behind her to one of the smaller boys and knew he was the one she had to turn. Linda stopped abruptly at the arched door and felt someone run into her backside. Turning quickly she flashed a look at Rick who apparently was practically crawling up her ass. His sad eyes looked up into hers and she felt a warm feeling come over her for the lonely child. Linda brushed her long elegant fingers through the boy’s oily hair and smiled briefly before peering around the corner. Sure enough the hall was as she remembered. Even from here she could see the long, thick, menacing shape of a stylized carving five feet tall of burnished walnut. The color obviously reflected the caramel skin of the people from who this mysterious looking uncut cock came from. She swallowed nervously at the various displays and took a deep breath before addressing the kids. Turning on her heels she thrust her modest chest out somewhat and placed her graceful fingers on her flared hips. She happily noted that a few of the boys already couldn’t take their eyes off of her as they stared dreamily into her perfectly made up green eyes. Grayson was playing grab-ass with the black boy when she called out. ”Ok, now. Class I want your attention and I want it completely. In a moment we will be entering a room of African Tribal art. Now some of this may be graphic although with the videos and the lives you boys lead, I’d find that surprising.” She gave a condescending look to Jon who she had a particular interest in tasting soon. “Ask me any questions you like about the various pictures and.....um...sculptures.” Linda tapped her foot lightly and saw a few sets of eyes look at her 'fuck me' shoes and she smiled inwardly getting off on teasing them. “I expect questions class - lots of them. Now I can only promise one thing. If you guys act like humans we will do more trips.” She briefly fantasized about a picnic in the woods and felt her heavily haired cunt begin to inflate. “If you do not, there will be no more special treatment and some of you know where the next stop is.” She was pleased to see the uneasiness this brought about and felt good in the control she was developing rapidly over her little gang bang brood. “Well? Do we understand each other?” There was a chorus of groans, moans, and muttered “fuck-you’s” that secretly thrilled her. “Very well. Grayson, I am placing you in the position of helping me here. If we need to split off for a bit you will be in charge of your group. And one last thing,” Linda collected her thoughts about how to phrase this in such a way so that at least one of the dimwits would see more into it than what she could say, “As you know, for various reasons, drugs being one, when you boys have to use the washroom only one may go in at a time. Now that’s the schools policy, not mine.” Now for the bait. “And I will be right outside that boys room door the whole time to make sure this rule is enforced. Right...outside...that door.” There, she thought wickedly, even a moron could glean some fantasy from that. “Ok Grayson…up here young man. Let’s go in and have a look, boys.” * * * * * * * Dan slowed to a stop in front of Heather's house in his black Mazda, looking into the rear-view mirror at the two beautiful children in the back seat. The two had been talking excitedly the whole ride, and while Dan wasn't sure yet of Heather's reasons for such a charged attitude, he was certain that Jennie's was from her eagerness for what would surely take place once they got home. Once the car came to a complete stop, Heather gave Jennie a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, then tanked Dan for having her over and climbed out of the car, giving the two one final wave before jogging across the lawn and into her front door. As she did this, Jen climbed out of the back seat as well to come around and sit beside her father. In fact, she had stopped looking at Heather almost the moment her young friend left the car, and instead had her eyes on her daddy, her heart beating like drum. The next words out of her mouth came like a flash, and it was almost a wonder Dan could understand her at all. “Let's go home now! Can we?” She had turned in her seat to face Dan, one hand resting beside the headrest of his seat, the other on the dashboard. Dan smiled adoringly at his young daughter, and gently placed his large hand on the warm, smooth flesh of her thigh, right beneath the incredibly short pink shorts she wore. “Alright, bunny...put your seat belt on.” The little girl did so quickly, smiling at Dan, and then placed her tiny hand over his once she was done. Dan could feel her slightly pressing his hand against her thigh, and he had to shift a bit as he felt the lust in his loins stir greatly. This was sure to be a very interesting afternoon. They arrived home within ten minutes, and Jennie was quick to jump out of the car and run to the door. Her excitement only aroused Dan further, and he too had a bit more tempo to his step as he followed his amazing daughter through the front door. As he entered the house, he saw Jennie standing in the main hallway, turned to him with a look of complete anticipation on her face. They both knew this was going to be an unforgettable afternoon, and Dan wasn't going to delay any further. With a few strides towards his daughter, he lifted her up beneath her armpits and brought her up into his arms. Reflexively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, as he carried her up the stairs towards her bedroom. He could feel her trembling with anxious delight in his strong arms. The pink and white room that for ten years had been the simply, girlish bedroom of his beloved daughter seemed to have a whole new light as he stepped inside and used his foot to close the door behind them. The stuffed animals and elegantly dressed dolls lining her shelves had been there for years, but now they would be witness to a transition in a father-daughter relationship. Dan gently placed Jennifer onto her back atop the light purple comforter that was spread cleanly over her bed. Sitting beside her, their eyes met with an unspoken understanding. Slowly, Dan began to lift his daughter's shirt above her head, and she raised her arms to assist in removing it. Then came her pants, her panties following along as Dan hooked his thumb under the elastic waist. He tossed her unneeded clothing to the floor, leaving the girl as bare as the day she was born. Dan remembered that day well...in fact, her whole life seemed to pass before his mind's eye, leading up to the moment they shared now. Jennie looked up at her father with an admiration fit only for a daughter when looking upon her beloved father, but there was something else – something much deeper in her gaze that displayed the longing she had for the moment. Dan leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the corner of her perfect lips, and then brought his hand up to stroke through her beautiful brown hair as he whispered against her ear. “I'm going to teach you a lot today, Bunny...you're going to learn all those things you're so curious about.” “Like your thing?” asked Jennie. Dan smiled at the innocence of the word. She wouldn't be innocent much longer. “That's one thing you'll learn about. But big girls call it a 'cock' or 'dick'...let me hear you say it right, now” Jennifer thought about Tina and how she had told all the girls about grown-up words like that. She never imagined her own daddy would let her say those things. She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, relishing in the words as they slipped from her smooth lips. “Cock...and Dick...” “Good girl,” whispered Dan, and he kissed the soft skin just below her ear. He then sat up, his daughter's arms sliding slowly from his back as she watched him curiously. His eyes never left hers as he undid his belt, slipped it from the loops of his jeans, then unbuttoned and zipped them down to allow access to the thin briefs below – covering the thick bulge of his large manhood. Jennie's questioning eyes were met by an assuring look and a light nod from her father, and with understanding she reached into the opened fly of his jeans, under the briefs, and gripped the solid mass of flesh beneath. The object of her curiosity and desire was hot and moist with sweat in her tiny hand. Mouth slightly agape, she looked into Dan's eyes and he nodded again. They barely needed to exchange words. What a wondrous moment between father and daughter. She looked back down to his crotch and slowly used her free hand to pull back the white briefs, lifting the glorious cock from its confines. It was just as thick and meaty as she remembered, but it seemed all the more fantastic in this moment when she would learn all she had wanted to know about the mysterious and glorious organ. Just like the night before, she peeled back the thick foreskin to reveal the meaty head beneath. What a fascinating thing! So huge and warm...and what an amazing sight when it squirted pee, and...what else? Tina had called it “cum”. Did daddy's cock squirt that stuff too? If that was true, Jennie just had to see it for herself! But she dared not ask for it, not right now anyway. Just being able to touch and explore the beautiful organ was thrilling enough for the moment. Dan seemed to feel the same, his hand moving to the back of Jen's head to run through her soft hair, his stomach and chest moving with heavy breaths as he watched his beloved daughter handling his pride. “That’s the head,” he explained, caressing through Jen’s hair to the back of her neck, “at the end of my shaft…now run your fingers down the shaft to the bottom. Feel it, babygirl.” Jennie did as he said, slowly gliding her fingers down the quickly hardening shaft. She gasped slightly as she felt it become erect. Last night it didn’t grow big this fast! Her pale, tiny fingers with the sparkly-blue nail polish were a stark contrast to the dark, matured skin of her father’s prick. She lovingly cooed as her fingers reached the base, and she curiously hefted the heavy sack of flesh at the bottom, leaning down as she did to look below it. “Those are my testacils, or ‘balls’. They make my cum…the gooey white juice that carries sperm, and makes babies.” Little Jennifer stared wide-eyed at the heavy orbs of flesh. Daddy really did have cum! And these “balls” didn’t carry pee like Heather thought. She squeezed them lightly, wondering if she’d feel the gooey cum squishing around inside. She was surprised by their firmness and the sharp moan that squeezing them elicited from her father. She looked up into his eyes, curiosity written all over her pretty, doll-like face. But she knew she had pleased her daddy, and the feeling made her tingle all over. She lightly squeezed them again, watching his face for a reaction. His eyes were closed, his fingers laced in the silky locks of her brunette hair. The question on her lips came out more as an awed, broken whisper than the confident query she had hoped it would be. “Do you…t-take a cum the same way you take a p…pee?” Dan took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look upon his daughter with longing affection. What a beautifully innocent girl. “No, Bunny…a man squirts his cum only after his cock has been worked enough to feel very, very good.” “Does that…mean you have to make a cum now?” Dan’s arms encircled the young girl as he pulled her closer, and he leaned down to place a warm kiss upon her forehead, whispering to her as his lips brushed against her fair skin. “Not yet…but I can show you my cum if you’d like. But first I’ll have to pee.” This brought a gasp of pleasure from Jennie, who was eager to see the amazing sight of her father’s tool shooting its piss powerfully from that gorgeous head. She turned towards him more and looked up at him with plainly-shown excitement. “Can I watch?!” Dan smiled and reached to Jennie’s nightstand where an empty sports-bottle sat from the night before. He screwed off the black cap and held the translucent-purple container below the head of his half-mast prick. Jennie tensed and trembled with excitement, moving to her knees until her face was mere inches from the tip, eyes wide with anticipation at the encore she was about to experience. A few short moments passed in complete silence before the heavy cock throbbed once and began to shoot a thick stream of urine into the bottle, the echoing of its passage against the plastic walls of the container sending a shiver down the young girl’s spine. She could even smell the salty aroma as it passed so close to her face. It was all she could do to watch in still, silent amazement. The stream shot thickly for many long seconds before dying to a dribble, and Dan shook the thick shaft to rid the head of any excess dripping. Noticing that his daughter was so fascinated with the rich fluid, he reached a hand down to her shoulder as she knelt by his legs, rubbing the bare flesh beside her neck gently. “What about you, babygirl? Do you wanna add to the bottle?” The wonder and excitement that crossed his daughter’s nymph-like features wasn’t lost to his eyes. For some strange reason, the thought of peeing into the same bottle her father just had – mixing her own pee with his – was something that gave her a deep, warm tingling in the pits of her tummy. She nodded excitedly and stood, placing on foot upon the bed to better expose her small cunny so her daddy could hold the piss-bottle beneath. Dan took a brief moment to gaze into his daughter’s eyes as he aligned the bottle beneath her readied lips. Her eyes met his, and for a moment there was a hot, thick anticipation in the air. This isn’t like the looks normal daddies give their daughters, thought Jennie. She could tell that his look held a very special kind of love. The air seemed to get cooler in that moment of mutual understanding, and she trembled with a shiver that sent Goosebumps all up and down her body. It was at that moment that her bladder began to empty, and she let out a soft whimper as she heard her thin stream trickling into the warm gathering of piss her father had already provided. Both of them watched intensely at the golden stream that sprayed lightly at the sides as it left her urethra and passed along her tender lips. A few brief moments that seemed like an eternity later, she too was dribbling to a stop. The bottle was nearly half-way full now. As Dan took the bottle from beneath her, Jen sat beside him and wrapped both arms around his strong, warm body, laying her head on his shoulder. She loved him so much…what a wonderful daddy he was, showing her all these things. As he wrapped one arm around his daughter, Dan smiled and looked into the bottle. What a beautiful sight it was, seeing her young cunny draining all that golden piss. He turned slightly towards her and lowered the bottle so she could see inside. “Doesn’t it look lovely, Bunny?” Jenny thought back to the day before, when Heather had taken a pee in the woods. She thought of the foaming puddle her friend had left as it trickled along the hard earth, and her comment about how it might taste. This brought a giggle to her youthful lips, and she looked into Dan’s eyes. “Like lemonade,” she said, grinning from ear to ear at the joke she had made. It was just the kind of thing Dan was hoping she would say. With a sincere smile, he turned towards her and ran his fingers along her smooth, naked back. Her big brown eyes turned from gleeful to questioning as she looked up at her father. Dan’s fingers caressed upward, along the perfectly silky back of her neck and into her beautiful hair, then cupped the back of her head. His eyes looked deeply into hers as he whispered, “Why don’t you have a taste of our lemonade, sweetheart?” Something heavy but warm grew in little Jennie’s chest. Her heart quickened, as did her breathing. Taste…the lemonade? The pee? THEIR pee? It was something her young mind had been so curious about since witnessing her father empty his bladder before her very eyes in the bathroom the night before, but had he really suggested it? She bit her lip and looked down at the sports-bottle, wrapping her tiny hands around it. She had used this very bottle in gymnastics practice for years…it was her favorite. And now it held her pee, and daddy’s. A strong, tingling sensation flared in her tummy, spreading down along her inner thighs as she slowly lifted the bottle to her pink lips. Dan’s hand gently caressed her scalp as he watched, eagerness causing his own stomach to twist with excitement as he watched the rim touch her perfect lips, the bottle tilt slowly upwards, and the warm, mixed fluids rising towards her opening mouth. The strong, salty fluid dipped slowly past her velvety lips, flooding warmly over her tiny tongue and around her small, pearly teeth. She straightened the bottle slightly to stop more urine from entering her mouth, and then hesitantly held the fluid in her mouth. It was warm…salty…almost sweet. Tentatively, she swallowed and allowed it to flow down her throat into her tummy. Goosebumps ran like wildfire along her arms, neck, and flat chest as she smacked her lips and tongue a bit to better get an aftertaste. After a few seconds, and a soothing rush of relief and exhilaration all through her tiny body, she tilted the bottle to taste more. It was yummy! Daddy’s pee – and hers – really tasted good! It was a bit strong and the warmth felt weird, but she wanted more so badly. Dan smiled approvingly and placed his free hand under her chin, helping to tilt her head back as her throat worked to swallow the delicious brew. She had swallowed half of their combined urine before stopping to take a breath, looking to Dan with a grin as wide as any. Her lips and chin were wet with piss. Dan could barely stand the sight – it was so arousing. To think his beautiful daughter had just taken a drink of their combined piss…and she loved it! He leaned into her, his arm wrapping tighter around her as he lowered her gently to her back. His heart swelled with pride and love for this perfect little girl…and his manhood swelled with lust as well. As his thick meat stiffened, drained as it was of piss, he softly pressed his lips to Jen’s. Jennie’s first true kiss was one she’d remember forever. Her father’s strong, handsome body above hers; his warm and inviting lips parting just slightly; the wetness of her salty drink moistening their lips. Even though she wasn’t sure how to kiss just yet, she did her best. Her lips moved gently against his as her arms draped over his strong back. She could feel the thickness of his hardened penis against her leg, and it only strengthened the chills that ran through her spine. The taste of urine, saliva, and her father’s hot breath overwhelmed her with loving feelings. Seconds that seemed like minutes passed before Dan pulled back, looking into her eyes with a smile that truly showed the pride he felt for his young daughter. Jennie couldn’t have wished for a more wonderful consummation to the brand new love they held for one another. Dan sat up and took the base of his cock into his hand. When Jennie adjusted herself to easier watch her father, an awed gasp escaped her mouth. This was the first time she had seen her daddy’s cock fully erect. The thick, veiny shaft was as round as her fist and the head was plump and engorged, a pulpy cap on an otherwise splendid display of manhood. She thought it was huge the first time she saw it, and now – at its full, healthy length – it was bigger than anything she could have imagined. It made the prospect of exploring her father’s sex all the more exciting. “Is…is it time for you…t-to cum?” she managed to stammer, sitting up more fully to get the best sight of the beautiful organ. Dan nodded and smiled, using a strong arm to pull her small body closer as he began to slowly stroke and squeeze the powerful babymaker. It was unlike anything Jennie had ever seen. Sure, the pictures in those dirty magazines that Tina had showed sex, but this was her daddy, and his penis was so much nicer than any of those silly ones in the magazine. Dan was breathing heavier now, and Jen wrapped her arms tightly about his strong body to watch with growing excitement. Jenny was on her little knees slightly behind Dan watching him touching his cock. Her soft slender arms were wrapped around him and her tiny painted fingernails were lost in the hair on his chest. It was a heavenly feeling having her bare, flat chest against the back of his arm while her soft warm fingertips brushed teasingly close to his nipples. He would have to praise her on instinctively knowing where to place her hands. Slowly he jacked the foreskin up over the wedge shaped head and back down for her and turned and whispered, “See bunny. This is what you did last night to make me feel so good for a minute. It’s called ‘jacking’ and you jacked me for a moment.” Her eager eyes were looking in his as she quickly nodded. “Yeah daddy, I jacked your co...Cock…peeled the nice long skin on and off but you made me stop. Why?” Before he answered, her eyes again went toward that mesmerizing sex organ and what he was doing right in front of her. Dan could feel some prefuck gliding up his sperm tube now. “Honey I would have loved for you to keep going but Heather was over. Now we’re alone so it’s ok.” Jen nodded again watching and asked, “Well maybe Heather can watch you someday with me dad. Would it be ok if we both watched you jack the cock?” Dan groaned and paused a moment in his ministrations. He could have jizzed right than if he wanted. The buildup of this sinful act was bad enough... For years he had wanted to do things with his baby and now in just a day she drank his piss and she was naked watching him beat off. If it wasn’t for her total innocence he may have not been so close to the edge but here she was, a fifth grade preteen innocently asking if she could bring her little playmates over to watch him beat off. The most unnerving thing was that he couldn’t wait to begin exposing himself to her little friends and more. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavier now as he pictured the lewd act of displaying his man-meat to her and her little curious friends. “Daddy what’s wrong? You’re acting funny and you stopped jacking. Are you gonna take a cum now?” Her hot breath in his ear was exciting him further and to continue maintaining control was hard to do. Dan wanted so bad to start really doing things with his little nymph. All the fantasies he had had about fucking her teeny cunt, feeding her hot piss and sperm....he had to constantly maintain control. The illicit sex life they would embark on had to be controlled. He wanted to nurture her childish curiosity and turn her into the perfect slut-kiddie slowly and eventually breed the perfect man pleasing toy daughter ever. The impossibly soft, smooth plane of her girlish tummy was the perfect place to incubate their destiny. How many nights had he beat his gnarled sinful cock envisioning her undeveloped belly swollen with their bastard? Dan collected his thoughts and shook his head slowly. He could feel her soft chin on his shoulder and the satin skin of her creamy cheek against his as she looked over his shoulder at his now motionless hand. He turned slightly and immediately her perfect eyes closed and her pouty lips parted anticipating another of her newly discovered grownup kisses. Dan kissed her lips gently and felt her tiny pink tongue timidly awaiting his. For a moment they kissed again as lovers and then he pulled away telling her, “No honey bunny. Daddy was just thinking about something...us darling. I think maybe I would like to cum now for you. Would you like that - to see my sperms that made you inside mom?” Her young eyes widened and sparkled with happiness. She was so curious and so easy to please, unlike his wife. Jenny showed an unnatural fascination with cock, almost as if she adored them, worshiped them. What more could a sinful father want? Her fingertips excitedly danced like teeny spiders on his chest and very soon those sweet fingers with the grade school polish would be caressing his incestuous balls. They would look absolutely huge as they dwarfed her preteen hand just as his menacing cock had. There was no doubt that Jennifer was fully entranced and enchanted with male genitals. God, he couldn’t believe he was actually jerking off in front of her in her own little room. The surroundings added to the wickedness and depravity of what they were doing and he wondered if he would rather have their consummation one day on her tiny bed or in the bed she was conceived on. Jen interrupted his lewd thoughts again bringing him out of another delicious fantasy. “Yessss daddy, show me! Show me the sperms! Oh dang wait till Heather’s here. Daddy what do sperms look like? Like bugs?” Dan had to laugh. “Well sweetie I guess they kinda look like bugs. Maybe some day we can look at some with your play microscope. They’re way smaller than your egg will be bunny.” “Oh...egg?” She was confused but too anxious to ask more questions now. The fifth grader only wanted to see what came out of her dad’s huge hairy ballbag. She sat up more behind him to try and see better and he could now feel her tiny tummy brushing warmly on his back. Dan so wanted to inspect her immature cuntlet dying to see what a hymen looked like and the unnaturally large clitoral hoods that children had. He often wondered if that clit foreskin slowly evolved into the inner labia. All the kiddie pics he saved showed prominent clitoral hoods on the preteen cunts but virtually no trace of the sweet inner labia. “Dad, I can’t see too good. Can I move so I can see your cock and balls better? I want to really see them up close when you take your cum.” “Sure pumpkin. Why don’t you move down on our bed and lay on your tummy between dads legs. That way you can see everything and maybe if you want you can touch my balls...hold them.” “Really? I can hold them?” she yelled out happily as she scooched around him and plopped on her tummy. Dan spread his legs wider and wiggled back against her frilly headboard to give her a better view of his sweaty scrotum and, he hoped, his hair-ringed anus. He wanted her to get curious about assholes soon as well as he imagined fucking her sweat intestines up and down his cock. Jenny wiggled herself forward along with him and her pixie face was now inches from his cock. He could see that his shaft was actually longer than her head. He felt her warm breath on his balls as she wormed a bit closer till her pretty little painted toes were just past the end of her twin bed. The miniature, boyish ass looked so inviting to him as she wiggled the firm cheeks. The gymnastics sure paid off in the tightest little hard-body butt he had ever laid eyes on. “God yes, baby girl. I’d love you to hold my balls, but wait until I say, darling. Can you see better now?” Her charming smile lit his life again as she looked lovingly up at him, “Yessss…I can see really good now. I can even smell them dad.” “Mmm good girl. I hope you like the smell. Now I’ll start jacking, and in a little while you’ll see some clear precum start coming out my peehole.” “Precum? What’s that, dad?” “Oh baby, I’ll explain when we get to that lesson. Maybe not for a few days. Just think of it as very sweet and slippery...really slippery. Now watch darling...watch my piss-hole when the foreskin comes off it.” “Goody dad! Jack it - Jack the cock for me and take a cum.” Jennifer watched every detail as her fathers huge hand slowly glided up and down his thick strutted cartilage. She was totally absorbed in how the pencil thick blue veins snaked around like worms and how the huge testicals jiggled in the hairy bag like huge Easter eggs. He was moaning now and sometimes he actually said her name while his eyes were closed. The child couldn’t imagine what he was thinking about, having never had a fantasy of her own. Had she known as she stared at his thick, rubbery foreskin popping on and off that big fat head, she would have seen her father fucking his thing in and out of hers in his mind. “Oh yeah Jenny, I’m jacking now. I need this cum so bad, darling. You don’t know what a cum is yet, an orgasm, but soon you will. Soon baby. Look Hon, there’s some prefuck seeping now. See the pretty drop? Now sweetheart, take my big balls in your hand and just rub them a little at first.” Jenny quickly reached below the thick-skinned scrotal sack and felt how hot and sweaty it was as she cupped the spermy mass in her hot little palm. She immediately saw that there was no way she could hold both balls at once in her soft hand, so she tenderly weighed the upper egg while his lower one hung heavily over the side. She began to jiggle the sperm gland while whispering to his cock, “More prefuck, mister cock. Make more prefuck drip out, so my daddy feels better.” “Oh god yes bunny. Keep talking to my cock, just like that. Damn, you know just how to play sweetie.” He began jerking the loose foreskin furiously now, and little Jen could hear the sounds of his hot skin slapping on and off the big, juicy, plum-like glans. Jenny was thrilled that her dad was so proud of her new abilities, just like when she first showed him splits in first grade. She scooted closer to his genitals and could really smell the musky man-smell emanating from his balls now as they heated up. She reached under and cupped the other nut now in her left hand and her right hand pinky finger was brushing lightly in the hairs by his butthole as she jiggled his sperm-bag. “Jack it faster dad! You should see how your cock looks from down here now! I can feel your balls, like, churning or something now! Do you want me to drink some more of our pee dad?” “Oh GODDD Jennifer...no-no....I have to cum baby......my balls are churning a load for you....ohhhh...Je.....Jenny, dear....quick, honey…scratch my balls very...lightly with your pretty little fingernails.” “K, daddy....here...like this?” She lifted his scrotum with one hand while she used her other to scratch very lightly underneath the overheated bag of sperm. Her tiny, painted nails ran delicately back and forth between the base of his scrotal sack and his clenching anus. Her impish face was now so close that he could feel her hot breath teasing the hairs under his nuts. “Nnnnngg...God......Jenny.....oh my sweet.....cumm...cumming.....nnnngggg” “DO IT! TAKE YOUR CUM DAD! CUM! I WANNA SEE THE SPERMS!!!!” Jenny could feel sweat breaking out on her upper lip and was getting really scared now. The huge cock was getting wider now and was fatter than her arm and turning a dark purple. Her poor father was shaking and she could see that fat tube-thing under his cock swelling and throbbing, and she was afraid to stop scratching his big, fat balls. Jen scratched them more and began squeezing one with her other hand softly, just like she saw a farmer once milking a cow. Her immature mind only wanted to help her daddy take a cum any way she could, so she gently milked his lower nut and blew her cooling breath on his poor, hot balls hoping that would help her new boyfriend in his obvious pain. He was her boyfriend too, wasn’t he? she wondered, figuring that he had to be if they were doing this sex stuff together. That would really be cool to tell her friends that her dad was her real-live boyfriend too, Jenny decided as Dan felt the hottest, thickest, largest load of sperm he could recall begin its searing path up his spasming piss-tube. * * * * * * Elsewhere Linda was having problems of a different sort with cocks. Seven of them to be exact in all shapes, sizes, and odors. The problem was that she had not sucked the cum and piss out of any or all of them...yet. The next sculpture would do the trick she knew. It always did. The first few she pointed out to her boys were a bit too obtuse in that it took a trained eye or years of kinky thoughts to see the phallic symbolism. Linda, of course, was well versed in both. So well versed that once she was investigated on charges that she raped a fifth grade boy. She laughed recalling that he recanted and admitted it was a fantasy he had that had gotten out of control. All in all he had spermed her cunt more than she had guessed he would and she was certain the hundred dollars bought him something besides a new memory. This time she decided she would not need to resort to rape and she was sure that she could get to Tyler first. It was just a matter of discussing the next exhibit privately with the black boy and she knew that once she got him alone and drained his load it would only be a matter of time before he bragged to the others. Suddenly a plan came to mind on how she could work this out. She would simply decide to assign each boy one piece of art to write a one page paper on. Linda stopped and turned to face the collection of troublemakers and clapped her hands than placed her elegant hands on her flaring hips. This, of course, had the effect of focusing their young horny eyes on her tight skirt and flat abdomen. She almost had to laugh at how easy they were to control. “Ok class. You may break up into groups...Grayson, you will keep control......and I would like each of you boys to select a piece that interests you.” She heard the smelly one, Rick, make a snippy remark about her piece. “Rick, I heard that young man. Forget about a piece of your teacher.” She laughed and the kids did along with her feeling at ease now that she had made that crude remark. She was one of the guys now. “No, seriously, I want you each to decide on one artwork and you will do a paper on it. I don’t care what you write...just so you do.” There was grumbling about homework. “Go on now. It’s not that much and you kids get off easy anyway compared to the others. Now split up and go look.” They all wandered off except Tyler who looked confused as she knew he would be. Linda eyed the hunky twelve year old and the bulge in his ragged jeans. It looked as if it should have been in a man’s pants; he had to be hung like a horse. Linda licked her lip briefly before taking the few steps over to him. He was standing beside the teak carving that she had wanted him to see all along. “What’s the matter Tyler? Don’t you understand the assignment?” She placed her hand on his shoulder so he would feel more at ease and more importantly comfortable with her touch. “No ma’am...not really.” “Well if you don’t tell the others I’ll help you.” Linda moved her hand closer to his sweaty neck and turned him toward the phallic carving. “Now take this piece Tyler. It’s African and represents fertility. Can you see that?” They both took a moment to look at the five foot detailed carving of a black cock resting on two huge balls about eighteen inches across that served as the base. Her hand lightly brushed through his nappy hair now and she felt an obscene tingle in her loins. “Yes ma’am I guess so. It’s a pen...pen...” Perfect, he couldn’t get the word out or didn’t know the word exactly. “A penis, Tyler. It’s a large coal black penis but we can use the words your familiar with. This is an informal class after all. Does cock sound better? Shall we use that word Tyler? Cock?” She felt the black stud squirm as her long fingers traced along his ear while she checked to be sure the other boys were out of sight. “Yes ma’am....I know that word.” “Ah good than. We shall call it a cock. A big black cock with big balls. I find it much easier to say it like it is, don’t you?” He nodded as she pulled him closer to her hip and gently brushed her long legs against his pants. “Now Tyler, as you know, these primitive Blacks in Africa were very obsessed with fertility. I mean to say they knew, like we do that large cocks and balls can make lots of babies. So they made these statues. Like gods...or idols. Like you boys have sports idols they had cock gods. Make sense Tyler?” “Oh yes ma’am. Now it all makes sense.” Linda had to move quicker than this on the boy before the others got restless and ruined her plans. If she could get this kid in the bathroom and suck down his load the rest would line up soon enough. Today she would suck them off and once that was done they would know the rest of their special classes would bring even better thrills. Like a teacher gang rape. Linda moved them behind the towering black phallus and squatted down in front of him taking his strong black hands in hers. He eyed the two carat wedding band. “So would you like to do a report on that handsome black cock Tyler?” His eyes drifted back to the statue and he started to fidget still not sure about what the hell he could write about a stupid piece of wood. Linda took advantage of his ignorance. She brushed his bulge lightly and whispered at his cock outline. “Or would you prefer to do a report on this cock Tyler? Your cock.” He was stunned staring down at this perfect woman kneeling before him. Linda than rose slowly and as she did she ran her long fingers up over the throbbing, thick tube of penile flesh in his pants. “What’s the matter Tyler dear? You have to go to the washroom to urinate maybe?” “Ummm....no ma’am. I ain’t gotta pee at all.” Linda smiled down at the hunky twelve year old. “No Tyler. I wasn’t asking if you had to piss dear. Your teacher was.....suggesting you have to take a piss. Class, listen up. Tyler here has to go to the bathroom and as I said I am not allowing any of you to go in there and shoot up or whatever you kids do. I am going to escort him and wait outside the door. Grayson, you know what I expect of you young man.” She turned back to the black boy who had a questioning look on his face. “Come on Tyler. The washroom is back down this hall.” * * * * * * * Even though little Jennie had been eagerly awaiting her first glimpse of the marvelous cum her father would be gifting her with, the orgasm and subsequent ejaculation still shocked and amazed her, sending a powerful jolt through her young body. The first gooey squirt took her completely by surprise as he lifted her head slightly upon hearing that final, signaling groan from her daddy. Her eyes were level with the tip of his glorious manhood, mere inches away, as the tiny hole at the tip parted and sent a thick, long rope of baby-seed arcing into the air. Jennie gasped. The very first warm squirt of cum she’d ever seen landed thickly in a trail along her nose and cheek. She barely had any time to react before the next squirt landed on her forehead. Jennie yelped with glee and grabbed the thick, veiny shaft with both hands, squeezing and milking it as best she knew how to get as much of the beautiful ooze out as possible. Dan moaned and let his fingers grip the silky hair behind Jennifer’s head, thrusting his hips against her tiny hands as she milked him for all he was worth. The young, wide-eyed beauty was continually being splattered with semen, all over her face, hands, and arms. When the orgasm finally subsided, Dan’s little girl was a veritable mess. She didn’t look fazed by it, however. On the contrary, the little bundle of energy was ecstatic at the gift her father had given her. “Oh, daddy! Daddy, it was amazing! Can you do it again! Can I see it again? Please?” Though the release of his orgasm had spent a good deal of his energy, as it would for any man (and through any orgasm that powerful, for sure!), the situation at hand was just far too erotic, too exceptional, to keep Dan down for long. He raised a hand and slid his fingers through Jennie’s beautiful, dark locks, pushing several loose strands back behind her ear. Her young, eager eyes were locked on his, her face glistening with the thick, milky strands her father had so lovingly deposited. What an amazing site. By now the turgid manhood between Dan’s powerful thighs had begun to soften, and once Jennifer noticed this, she gasped with disappointment. Her hands dutifully returned to the incestuous tool, squeezing and tugging at it. “What’s wrong? Stand up Mr. Cock! Daddy, what’s wrong?” “It’s normal, babygirl. It will be up and stiff again shortly.” Dan couldn’t help but smile at the innocence his little angel still possessed. He knew it wouldn’t remain so for long. His explanation seemed to appease her, and she sat up fully, raising a tiny hand to her face as if suddenly remembering that it was lathered with potent sperm. The middle- and forefinger brushed along her forehead, gathering a cooling glob of the stuff, and she brought it down to eye-level to get a better look. Dan simply watched, knowing that everything was falling into place just as it should. She parted her fingers and watched as the jizzm created a little bridge between them, then piched them closed again and rubbed the slippery goo around. Her mouth was slightly agape, the awed amusement plain in her eyes as she examined the very fluid that created her. Gripping the tender, now-moist flesh under his little girl’s armpits, Dan lifted Jennifer up and into his arms, laying her half-atop, half-beside him. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder as Dan caressed her smooth back. There was no going back from the path they had both taken, Dan was sure of that. He loved Jennie dearly, and she loved him more than anyone in the world. The nearly inseparable father and daughter would be lovers for a very, very long time.