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AUTHOR'S NOTE:  While this story is fictional, the idea for it is
adapted from the film "The Ring". Those readers who have not seen that
particular film may not quite grasp the essence of this story nor
understand or appreciate its ending. But in a Twilight-Zone-like manner
those readers might intuit the stories' concept. I hope you enjoy it on
some level. Thank you. 

WARNING:  The following fictional tale contains scenes of incest and
sexual contact with an underage girl.  If you are not predisposed to
themes such as these please stop reading this posting now.  No actual
people were involved in this fantasy and the performers act in a way
that I want them to act.  Be advised that the contents of this story may
be illegal depending upon your geographical location.  If you think you
can get away with it, and the subject of this story interests you, by
all means, read on.

DISCLAIMER:  Any resemblance between actual persons, places or things is
purely coincidental and unintended.  That's my story and I'm sticking to
it.  Lawyers be damned.



 
"The Tape"     a story by kids_at_play 

(Mg, inc cons, dad/daughter, pedo, twist) 


He stumbled across it, quite literally, walking up the brick pathway
leading to the front door of his home. It was just after 5:30 p.m. and
already dark, thanks to the end of daylight savings time a week earlier,
and he hadn't noticed it lying there almost ominously directly in his
path. He was looking straight ahead at his front door and fishing his
keys out of his pocket at the same time when his foot kicked something
in the dark and he tripped, losing his momentum and balance and almost
went tumbling headfirst into the hedge that lined both sides of the
pathway. He swore under his breath and caught himself, regained his
balance, and looked down at the ground to see what it was that had
tripped him up. It was useless, however, because all he could see was
darkness. He cursed himself for not installing those outdoor lights
along the hedge bottoms like he had intended to over the summer. 

He continued on his way up to the front door, opened it, stuck his hand
inside and to the left and flicked on the overhead lamp underneath the
eave of the doorway. Light blazed out from the lone stark bulb,
unencumbered by any sort of covering. He hadn't gotten to that chore,
either. 

He adjusted his eyes to the glaring light and looked out along the brick
pathway. He could see nothing lying on it. He must have kicked the
object off to the side, maybe underneath the hedge. He stepped out onto
the bricks again and scanned the hedge bottoms on either side carefully.
After walking about fifty feet more than what was possible for a small
object to be flung from being kicked he turned around and headed back
for the front door. Probably one of the neighbor's kids' toys ended up
either bouncing or sailing or flung over the hedge and into his front
yard and not one of the kids wanted to venture onto his property to
retrieve it. 

He was almost at the trio of steps that led up to his front door when he
spied something right along the bottom of the house, next to the steps
and lying on the grass. He backed down the steps and moved to the right
and bent down and peered intently at the object. Was that it? He
hesitated, then reached out and abruptly gave the object a push, as if
he were afraid of actually touching it. He mentally laughed at himself
and picked up the object and brought it out into the light. 

It appeared to be some sort of tape. A videotape, to be exact. It was
black, with no labels or markings on it whatsoever. He looked in the
small plastic window and could see the tape inside but that was it. He
turned it over and all around but could find no identification anywhere
on it. Strange. How would a videotape get on his front walk? Did someone
drop it? What was on it? Maybe that would give him a clue as to whose it
was and then he could return it. 

He looked around him but saw no one or nothing that would explain how
the tape ended up at his house. He climbed up the three steps and went
into his home and closed the front door, locking it out of habit more
than necessity. 
The house was quiet, as it always was when he came home from work. He
dropped the tape onto the end table next to the sofa and headed straight
out into the kitchen. He needed a drink. Especially after the workday he
just had. 

He filled a tumbler with three ice cubes and poured himself a healthy
shot of Scotch. He took a sip and then walked back into the living room.
He sat down on the sofa next to the end table and set his glass on top
next to the tape. He picked up the remote and switched the television on
and turned to the news. He sat back and just tried to unwind. 

He reached for his glass and picked it up and took another sip of the
cold biting Scotch. He set the glass back down, his fingers brushing
against the tape. He continued watching the news, completely forgetting
about the tape. 

He reached for his drink again and his fingers brushed past the tape and
tried to grab hold of the glass but somehow instead of his hand going
around the glass they went inside and knocked it over, sending
slightly-watered-down Scotch across the end table. He instinctively
picked up the videotape to avoid it getting wet. 
He didn't know why he did that as he hadn't even been thinking about the
tape as he sat there. Strange. 

He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel and came back and sopped
up the spilled Scotch. After everything was cleaned up he realized that
he was still holding the tape in his other hand. He looked at the tape's
face and something seemed to embrace him. It called to him, almost. 

He walked over to his entertainment center and put the tape into the VCR
slot. He walked back over to the sofa and sat down, silently looking at
the blank television screen. 

Nothing happened. He waited. Still nothing. 

Then, it snowed. Static and snow filled the screen and he was getting
ready to switch the VCR off when the picture suddenly changed. 

The static disappeared and the snow dissolved into a grey screen. Then,
an image appeared on the screen. It was blurry at first and he couldn't
quite make out what it was but eventually it sharpened and he saw that
it was a circle and inside the circle was a face. A child's face. A
little girl's face. 

The image stayed on-screen for almost a full sixty seconds and he just
stared at it, intently. 
He stared at her eyes. They seemed like they were staring right back at
him. He couldn't look away. It was eerie. 

Then, the image vanished. Immediately another image appeared, and this
evolved into an entire scene. A young girl, maybe 6 or 7, was seen
playing outside in what looked like a back yard. She had shoulder length
brown hair 
and was dressed in summer clothes. A pair of shorts and a tank top. She
was running around the back yard laughing and shrieking as the camera
followed her, almost as if it were chasing her. He could see that she
was a happy little girl. Obviously someone had shot this videotape
sometime during the summer. 

Perhaps he'd see some sort of clue as to where it had been shot. 

The scene changed and now he saw the young girl inside a house. The
house looked normal enough; that is, nothing about it could tell him
where it was or who lived there. The girl was dancing around in front of
a fireplace and smiling all the while at the camera. She was still in
her shorts and tank top, but now she was barefoot. She had worn sneakers
outside when she had been in the back yard. A small detail but he had
noticed it, for some reason. 

Now the scene changed yet again and the girl was in a bedroom, most
likely hers, evidenced by the dolls and pretty pink bedcovers on her
bed. She was sitting on the bed looking directly into the camera. She
sat Indian-style and she was smiling widely for whomever was doing the
videotaping. Suddenly, the girl nodded and she began pulling her tank
top up in preparation to remove it and just as the tank top neared her
chest the screen went blank and the static and snow returned. 

He sat there transfixed and somewhat stunned. The last scene had
startled him. He had so many questions running through his head. Who was
that girl? Why had he seen no one else on the videotape? Why had he
heard no one talking even though he had heard her laughing and giggling?
And most important why was she starting to get undressed at the very end
of the tape? And who was taping her getting undressed? And why had the
tape stopped just at that precise moment? Very strange indeed. 

He checked the rest of the tape and found no other scenes or images.
After ten minutes the tape ended and the machine began to rewind. 

He was lost in his own thoughts as he just sat there thinking. The tape
rewound completely and the television came back on knocking him out of
his stupor. He cleared his head and 
suddenly he felt free of any questions. He stood up and headed for the
kitchen to see about something to eat. He forgot all about the tape that
was still in the VCR. 

---------------------------------------------- 

He was reading the morning paper when the doorbell chimed its ethereal
tone and caused him to stop reading an article about a recent increase
in the divorce rate in the country. For some reason, now he didn't feel
alone. The doorbell chimed again and he lay the paper down on the
kitchen table and stood up and walked towards the front door. 

Was it that time already? he thought to himself as he strode to the door
and opened it. He saw his daughter standing out on the landing and knew
then that it was and it was his Saturday with her. 

"Hi, Daddy!" his daughter cheerfully said, smiling and waving at him
from outside the door. 

He opened the door and seeing that she was all alone he asked her, 

"Where's your mother?" 

"She didn't want to come with me to the door. She's in the car, see?" 

His daughter pointed backwards to where he saw his ex-wife's car parked,
idling, against the curb that fronted his property. Typical. 

He sighed and let his daughter step into the living room by holding the
door open so that she could pass through under his arm. The six-year-old
was short, only three-and-a-half feet tall, and she fit easily beneath
his arm as he himself stood just a little over six feet tall. He looked
back up the walkway and saw his ex-wife glance once at him and then she
pulled out from the curb and was gone. Typical. 

Damn. He had forgotten all about Bethany and Saturday. Not that he
didn't enjoy her company, she was his daughter after all and he loved
her, but he really had a lot of work to do today and he didn't have the
spare time to entertain her. He hoped that she might be able to find
something to do by herself so that he could work. 

He followed his daughter through the living room and into the kitchen.
She set a small backpack down on the kitchen table and walked over to
the cabinet to get a glass. He sat back down in his chair and began
reading the paper again while she got herself a glass of milk. 

"Are you hungry? You want something to eat?" he asked her. 

"No, I'm okay," she replied, taking the seat across from him and moving
aside her backpack. "Mom made me breakfast before we left," she added,
taking a sip of the milk. 

"So, what are we doing today?" she asked him. 

"Um, well, actually, Bethany, daddy's going to be doing some work, um,
in my study. I thought maybe you'd find something around here to occupy
yourself with while I work," he said, dropping the top of the paper and
looking at her over the top. 

She looked disappointed, he thought to himself, so he quickly said, 

"Then when I'm done, maybe we can do something together, okay?" 

"Okay, daddy," she said, somewhat dejectedly. 

They sat there together like that in silence for a few minutes and then
Bethany suddenly said, 

"Daddy! Didja see my new outfit? Mommy got it for me yesterday! Do you
like it?" 

She jumped off of her chair and stood off to the side of the table so
that her daddy could see her new outfit. 

He set the paper down on the table and looked at his daughter. She was
wearing a light blue pullover top that had some stitching on the chest
of a flower of some kind. This was tucked into a denim skirt that went
down to right above her knees. She wore light blue cotton knee high
socks and a pair of what looked like brand new loafers. Sure, his
alimony checks buys his daughter nice things and his ex-wife gets all
the credit. Typical. 

"Uh, very nice, honey," he said, looking just long enough to villify her
and then he went back to reading his paper. 

"Daddy, can I go watch the t.v.?" she asked him. 

"Sure, sure, honey, go ahead. You know where I keep the remote?" 

"Uh huh," she said, and then she ran into the living room. 

He heard the t.v. click on and then the sounds of some children's
cartoon and he hoped that that would keep his daughter occupied and
entertained for a few hours. He checked his watch and decided that he
had better start on his work in his study. 

He folded up the paper and rinsed out his coffee cup and set it in the
sink. He strode into the living room where he saw his daughter sitting
on the floor in front of the coffee table watching television. 

"Not too close, Bethany," he admonished her, and she nodded okay. 

He noticed that she had taken her shoes off and was sitting there Indian
style and something about both of those things he noticed rang a bell in
his mind but he couldn't quite place it. Strange. 

He went down the hall past the stairway that led up to the second floor
and came to his study. Inside, he closed the door so that he wouldn't be
disturbed by the sound of the television. He sat at his desk and began
to work hoping against hope that his daughter would not disturb him. He
felt secure letting her out in the living room by herself. What trouble
could she get into? She was watching t.v.. 

---------------------------------------------- 

Bethany watched the cartoon in front of her on the screen. She'd seen
this one before and it really wasn't all that funny. She wished daddy
would be here to play with her or at least do something like play a game
or whatever. She absent-mindedly fumbled with the remote which she was
holding in her lap. She grew bored with the cartoon and lifted the
remote and began switching channels. She saw nothing that interested
her. She decided to investigate the remote itself. She studied it, not
able to read the words on the different keys, but she could make out the
numbers. At the bottom were different-colored keys and she studied them
intently. She remembered that sometimes at night when she was with daddy
they'd watch movies on his tape machine. She tried to remember which
button he pushed to make the movie start but she just wasn't sure which
one it was. She wanted to go ask him but she wasn't sure if she should
bother him when he was working. Daddy might get mad. 

She gave up and pointed the remote at the t.v. and went to press the
button to change the channel but instead of pressing the top button she
pressed one of the buttons on the bottom of the remote and suddenly the
t.v. screen went blank. 

Uh oh! What did she do now? What did she do to daddy's t.v.? she thought
to herself, kind of scared now. 

But then suddenly the screen was filled with what looked to her like
white and black dots and there was this buzzing sound coming from the
t.v. Boy, I really did it this time, she thought. 
Just then, the dots and noise went away and a circle appeared on the
screen. It was real fuzzy and she couldn't make out what it was so she
scooted forwards closer to the t.v. She was still sitting Indian style
and she leaned forwards a bit to see better. 

Then, the circle became clearer and she could now see that there was a
little girl's face inside the circle. Bethany stared into the little
girl's eyes. She thought she could see something in them. She tried to
make out what it was but all she could see was blackness. 

Then, the circle disappeared just like that! 

Bethany waited and then all of a sudden there was a little girl wearing
shorts and a shirt playing in a back yard. 

Wow, home movies like daddy and her would watch sometimes from when she
was younger only Bethany didn't know who this little girl was. She
looked like she was the same age as herself, 6, but she had blonde hair
and this little girl had brown hair. 

Bethany watched while the little brown-haired girl ran around the yard
laughing and giggling. 

Then, the picture changed and Bethany saw that the little girl was now
inside a house. She saw her dancing around in front of a fireplace.. 

Then, it changed again and now the little girl was in a bedroom. Must be
hers, Bethany thought. It's pretty, she thought again. 

Bethany watched as the little girl the same age as she was smiled and
nodded her head as if she was looking at someone that was in her bedroom
with her and then saw the little girl start to take off her shirt and
then suddenly the screen went blank again and that was it! 

Bethany just sat there, sitting Indian style, staring at the blank
television screen. 

---------------------------------------------- 

Although his study door was closed, he could still hear a muffled sound
coming from the living room. She must have the volume way up, he
thought. He worked diligently for the next several minutes when all of a
sudden he heard silence from the living room. Maybe she turned the t.v.
down. He listened intently. Nothing. He was just about to go back to his
work when he heard the unmistakeable sound of static coming from the
living room. Even though his study door was closed he heard it as plain
as day. Strange. 

What did she do to his television? he thought. 

He hesitated, hoping that maybe his daughter had just pushed the wrong
button and that she'd fix her mistake and he wouldn't have to go out
there. Then, he heard the static disappear and then the sound of
laughing and giggling. Where had he heard that before? That was
familiar. What show was she watching? 

He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up. Something was drawing
him towards the living room. He knew those sounds from somewhere. Then,
the laughter stopped and he heard silence again. He waited. Nothing. 
A minute passed by. Nothing. Two minutes. Nothing. He began to worry.
Had something happened to Bethany? He had to find out. 

He opened the door to his study and walked down the hall into the living
room. As he came into the room proper he saw his daughter sitting almost
directly in front of the television staring into a blank screen. No
sound, no picture, no black, no white, no gray. Blank. 

"Bethany?" he asked cautiously as he approached her. 

"Bethany, honey? You shouldn't be sitting so close to the t.v.,
sweetheart," he enjoined her. 

"Bethany?" 

She made no movement to indicate that she had heard him talk to her.
What was going on here? What had she been watching? And then his eyes
caught the familiar green light on his VCR console. It was turned on.
And she had been watching something on the VCR. But what? 

The tape! 

Suddenly, he remembered about the tape he had found. He had left it in
the VCR after he had looked at it and then had forgotten all about it.
That had been five days ago, on Monday. Bethany must have turned the VCR
on and watched the tape that was in it. She saw the tape! But why was
she so catatonic? He hadn't experienced anything like that after
watching the tape. Strange. 

He reached down into his daughter's lap and took the remote from her
hand. He went to the sofa and sat down on it. He could see his
daughter's sitting silhouette in front of the blank screen. He pressed
rewind and the tape began whirring backwards to the beginning. When it
clicked he pressed play and the static and snow filled the screen. Still
his daugher did not move or react. 

Then, the blurry circle appeared and then the image of the little girl
inside the circle came into focus. 

Bethany suddenly moved! She stood up and walked back to the sofa and
stood in front of him. Without saying a word she climbed onto his lap
and turned around and leaned back onto his chest. Her shoeless feet
dangled in between his spread legs. They both watched silently as the
little brown-haired girl appeared playing in her back yard. His daughter
felt suddenly warm against him. Very warm and soft. 

As father and daughter watched the tape they both began to feel certain
feelings. Each in their own way. Each of their own perception. 

Now the little brown-haired girl was inside the house and dancing in
front of a fireplace and Bethany began to feel all warm and tingly
inside. She pressed back against her daddy's chest and began to move her
bottom on his lap. She didnt know why she was doing it but she just felt
like she had to and so she did. 

Bethany and her daddy watched as the little girl in the shorts and shirt
was now sitting on her bed in her bedroom. Any second now she'd begin to
take off her shirt and the tape would stop. And then these strange
feelings would stop. Wouldn't they? 

The little girl on the bed began removing her shirt and... 

As father and daughter watched, the little girl took off her shirt and
now sat on her bed topless. The tape didn't stop! It kept on running! 
As Bethany and her dad kept on watching the tape, they both were filled
with an uncommon desire. A desire which they both, in their own way,
needed to quench. To fill. To sate. 

As the action kept unfolding on the screen, the action on the sofa
unfolded as well. 

He grabbed the bottom of his daughter's light blue top and began lifting
it up her body. His daughter said nothing and allowed him to take the
shirt off of her, leaving her on his lap barechested. He found himself
watching the scenes on the screen and at the same time he found himself
stroking his daughter's six-year-old nipples with his fingers. He was
making them hard, and when they stuck out from the tiny round pink
circles on her chest he pulled at them and rubbed them all around. 

"Mmmmm, yes, daddy," Bethany began to moan. "Feel me, daddy, feel me all
over," she cried, pressing her soft, warm bottom into her daddy's lap
harder now. 

He swept his hand down over his daughter's stomach, softly caressing her
smooth flesh there. It was incredibly soft! 

On the screen the brown-haired girl was now removing her shorts and she
took them off and tossed them onto her bed. She sat there now in only a
pair of panties. 

He found Bethany's skirt zipper and pulled it down at the side. Bethany
lifted up her hips and allowed him to slide her denim skirt down over
her knees where it slid the rest of the way and fell off of her feet
which hung above the floor. Bethany was now sitting on her father's lap
in just a pair of light blue panties and her light blue knee socks. 

He swept his hands up and down his daughter's arms as they both kept
their eyes glued to the television screen. Bethany watched almost
entranced as the little brown-haired girl on the screen started posing
seductively on her bed for someone who couldn't be seen. Bethany felt a
slight shudder course through her six-year-old body and all of a sudden
her cunny began to feel all tingly in between her legs. She'd never felt
that way before down there! While she was a bit apprehensive about this
new feeling at the same time she felt good about it and wanted more than
anything for her daddy to rub her in between her legs. 

As he watched the screen, the little girl was now sitting on her bed and
spreading her legs 
in a wide vee, bare feet stretched out to the limit and her toes
pointing upwards. His eyes 
focused in on her crotch, where her panties were gapped on the sides and
he swore that he could see part of her little cunny. At the same time,
he felt his daughter stretch her legs out, propping each of them up on
his bent ones on top of his knees, as she mimicked the exact same pose
of the little girl on the tape. 

He put both of his hands on top of his daughter's thighs and began
stroking her smooth, soft skin. He remained transfixed on the t.v.
screen as he moved his large hands down onto his daughter's inner
thighs, right outside of her light blue panties. They were stretched out
tight in the position that she was in and his fingers lightly dabbled
along the sensitive flesh that surrounded the outer edges of Bethany's
cunny. 

"Rub me, daddy," Bethany suddenly moaned. 

He had never heard his daughter make a sound such as he heard her making
now. It sounded like the moaning of a woman in heat. Aflame with sexual
desire. But how could this be? His daughter was a mere six-years-old!
She couldn't... 

Without thinking, his hands slipped in from the sides and went
underneath her light blue panties to touch her hairless cunny. On the
screen, the little brown-haired girl was sliding her own fingers
underneath her panties from the sides and was obviously rubbing herself.
He found his own fingers fondling his daughter's soft, fleshy cunnylips
without his even thinking about it or how wrong it was to do that. 

"Oh, yes, daddy, yes! Rub me right there, daddy! Right there!" Bethany
moaned even louder at him. 

Unable to control his actions, he stroked and fondled his daughter's
cunny, sliding his fingers in between the lips of her slit. Unbelievably
she was wet! His daughter's cunny was wet with her juices! From his
fondling and petting of her cunny. This was very strange! And yet he
found he couldn't stop. Stranger still was the fact that he didn't want
to stop. 

On the screen, the little girl began slipping off her panties, slowly,
as if teasing some unseen person. He watched intently as the little
girl's cunny came into view and the camera suddenly zoomed in and he and
his daughter were now looking at a close-up view of her hairless slit. 

At the same time, he began sliding his daughter's panties out from under
her butt and she helped him by kicking her knee-high-stockinged legs and
her light blue panties flew off the ends of her feet leaving her sitting
on her dad's lap naked except for her light blue knee high socks. 

Suddenly, on the screen, a figure entered the scene. As the picture
focused, Bethany and her daddy could see that it was a man and he was
naked! And Bethany saw something sticking out from between the man's
legs as he walked up to the little girl who was also naked on the bed. 

Bethany knew that the thing sticking out from in between the man's legs
was what he went to the bathroom with but she had never seen one that
big and long. It was sticking straight out. She wondered if her daddy
had one that looked like that and now she found herself wanting to see
if he did. 

She climbed off of her daddy's lap and turned around to face him. Her
daddy kept on looking at the screen while she started opening his pants.
She pulled his pants zipper down and underneath there was a big lump.
She could see its shape through his white underwear. 

On the screen, the man walked up to the little girl on the bed and stood
there, waiting. The little girl got onto her knees and knelt before the
man, looking right at his erect cock. She reached out and placed her
small hands around it, squeezing it. 

Suddenly, sound emanated from the television speakers. Before, the only
sound he and Bethany had heard was the static at the beginning of the
tape and then the little girl's giggling when she was running around the
backyard. Other than that, the rest of the tape had been silent. 

Now, he and his daughter heard the man speak! 

"That's it, baby! Just like that! Ooh, sweetheart you make daddy feel so
good when you do that!" 

Bethany's daddy finally grasped the situation. 

The little girl was the man's daughter, and he was letting her play with
his erect cock. He had been taping his daughter undressing and now
father and daughter were involved in forbidden sexual play. Strange. 

As he watched the little girl on the bed stroking her daddy's cock, his
own daughter was reaching inside his opened pants and her hand was
slipping underneath his undershorts and she managed to pull out his
semi-erect cock. 

Bethany held her daddy's thing in her hand as it jutted out over top of
his white undershorts. It felt soft yet hard in her little six-year-old
hand. She began to stroke it up and down as her daddy kept staring at
the t.v. screen. 

On the screen, Bethany's daddy watched as the little girl leaned
forwards and tried to put her mouth over top of her daddy's cock. She
couldn't quite do it while on her knees so she lay down on the bed on
her stomach and her daddy held his erect cock downwards and let his
daughter put her lips on the head of his cock. 

Meanwhile, his own daughter was bending her head and he suddenly felt a
jolting sensation as she took the end of his cock into her little mouth!
His six-year-old daughter was sucking his cock! And it felt great! 

For the first time since this whole bizarre thing started, he spoke to
his daughter. 

"Wait, Bethany, sweetheart, let daddy pull his pants and shorts off!" 

His daughter lifted her head from his lap and stood upright, naked, and
waited while he slid down his pants and undershorts, slipping them off
over his shoes. Once free of those encumbrances, his cock, which had
become fully erect since being in his daughter's mouth, now stuck
straight up from his lap. 

Bethany resumed stroking her daddy's thing and felt that tickling in her
cunny again. She moved to climb up on her daddy's lap again and let go
of his thing long enough to straddle his legs as she sat with her back
against his chest again. 

Father and daughter were now watching as on the screen the man was
lifting the little girl's legs up around his waist and positioning his
hard cock between the girl's legs. He was going to fuck his own
daughter! 

At exactly the same time that that was happening on the tape Bethany
lifted her naked body up and moved so that her daddy's thing was between
her legs, sticking out right below her cunny. 

"Do it, daddy," Bethany groaned. "Put it inside me!" 

"Oh, baby, are you sure?" he asked his daughter. 

"Yes, daddy, please! I wanna do what they're doing!" she said, pointing
towards the t.v. screen where the man was slowly easing his cock into
his little daughter's cunny. 

"Okay, sweetheart, here goes! Daddy's gonna fuck you! I'm gonna fuck
your sweet little cunny!" 

He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down his daughter's
still-wet cunnylips. He 
pressed the tip of his cock against the small opening of her cunny. 

Bethany lifted her butt up and let her daddy's thing push into her
cunny. She needed her daddy's thing inside of her although she didn't
know why. She just knew that it would make the itching and tickling go
away between her legs if he did it. 

He slowly pressed his cock upwards, holding onto his daughter's hips.
She was incredibly tight and hot! He wasn't sure that he'd be able to
get his cock up inside her. As his daughter squirmed around on his lap
her movements allowed his cock to inch up further into her cunnyhole. He
was inside of her! He was fucking his little girl! 

"Oh, Daddy!" Bethany shouted as she felt her daddy's thing stuff up
inside her. "Oof!" she grunted as she felt his thing push deeper up
inside her body. 

On the screen the man was sliding his cock in and out of his daughter's
cunny at a rapid pace. 
Bethany's daddy began doing the same, only he was thrusting his hips up
and down on the sofa as his cock slid in and out of his daugher's
cunnyhole. Her light blue-stockinged feet were bouncing up and down in
the air as he fucked his little girl. She was so tight and her cunny
gripped his cock like a vise that he knew that he wasn't going to last
too much longer. He was going to come very soon! And very hard! 

Both daddy and daughter watched the tape as the man suddenly pulled out
of the little girl and he held his slippery cock in his hand as he shot
his come onto his daughter's naked body. He directed his spurts onto her
hairless cunny and the little girl smiled proudly as her daddy's come
covered her little cunny. 

Bethany's dad felt his own come rising in his balls and knew he was
about to shoot. He pulled out of his daughter's cunnyhole and reached in
front and started jerking on his cock as he exploded and he let his come
shoot out onto Bethany's cunnylips. Each surge landed in between her
legs and fell on her cunnylips. 
When he was done shooting, he collapsed back against the sofa and
Bethany fell back against his chest. 

On the screen, the man and little girl were basking in their own
post-orgasmic bliss. 

Suddenly, the man turned his head and stared right into the camera. He
smiled briefly, and then the screen went blank and the static and snow
returned. 

The tape was over. 

---------------------------------------------- 

Bill Adams pulled into the parking lot of the local Post Office. It was
just after five p.m. and he wanted to pick up his mail from his box
before heading home from work. He'd had a long, hard day and all he
wanted to do was get home and relax. Put his feet up and forget about
the job. 

He fished for his key and found it and stuck it in the lock of the box.
He opened the door and reached in for the mail. Not too much, he
thought, as he pulled it out and glancing at a piece here and there saw
that most of it was advertising. He was ready to close the door when
something caught his eye. There, in the back of the box something dark
lay. He reached inside and felt for the object, unsure of what it was.
He was sure he hadn't seen it as he was pulling out the other pieces of
mail. 

His fingers grabbed hold of a package, small, and he drew it out into
the light of the lobby. It was compact, roughly the size of a hardcover
book, and he could feel something hard through the foam packing material
surrounding the object inside. He looked at the face of the manila
envelope. There was no name on it! There wasn't even a return address.
Then how did it end up in his box? 

He turned the package over several times trying to locate some form of
identification as to whom it was from but found nothing. It was probably
from someone at work who was maybe playing some sort of joke on him.
Well, he'd take it home and check it out. Then maybe he'd have a better
idea of who sent it and he could think of a way to get them back. 

He closed and locked his box and went out to his car. He drove home
thinking about the upcoming weekend and his agreed visitation with his
daughter. The divorce had been amicable, and he was allowed to have his
daughter every other weekend. He smiled when he thought of Chrissy. Five
years old and already a looker like her mom. Red hair and beautiful
green eyes. He was planning some weekend activities for them both when
he pulled into his driveway and hit the garage door opener on his sun
visor. 

He pulled into the garage and shut the engine off. He gathered up his
mail and the package and went into the house through the connecting
door. He laid the pieces of junk mail on the kitchen counter and stood
there holding the package in his hands. He opened the junk drawer and
pulled out a scissors and cut off the end of the envelope. He turned the
package upside down and out tumbled a videotape. A black videotape. 

He picked it up and looked at it. Strange. No markings of any kind. Has
to be from one of the jokers at work, he thought. Probably some gag reel
of him on the job that somebody shot when he wasn't looking. 

He walked into the living room and stuck the tape into the VCR unit. He
sat down on the easy chair opposite the television and pressed PLAY. The
screen was blank and dark for a minute or so and then snow filled the
screen 
and static came out of the speakers. He had a Surround-Sound system set
up on his t.v. and the static seemed to be all around him. 

He was just about to give up on the tape when suddenly a small circle
appeared in the middle of the screen. A fuzzy image came into view
inside the circle and as Bill watched the image cleared up and he saw a
little girl's face appear, smiling. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. A
pretty little girl, he thought, and he figured this to be some kind of
home movie. 

The circle suddenly disappeared and the same little girl appeared,
standing on a front porch. 
The house looked elegant, and on either side of the brick walkway were
well-manicured hedges. 
The little girl looked to be about his own daughter's age, maybe 5 or 6
years old. She was short, and she was dressed smartly in a light blue
top, blue denim skirt, light blue knee-high socks and brown loafers..
She rang the doorbell and the door opened but the screen suddenly
changed and now the little girl was sitting on the floor in front of a
television. Her shoes were off and she was sitting Indian style. 

The scene changed again and now the little girl in the blue top and
denim skirt was sitting on a sofa and it looked like she was listening
to someone saying something to her. She nodded her head and her hands
went to the bottom of her light blue top and began lifting it up,
uncovering her bare belly. 

The screen went blank just like that! The snow and static were back. 

Bill Adams sat there trying to digest what he had just seen. But he
couldn't explain it. 

Just then, the telephone rang, startling him out of his trance-like
state. 

He answered it, and it was his daughter, Chrissy. 

"You didn't forget about this weekend, did you, daddy?" she asked him
over the phone. 

"Of course not, sweetheart," he said. "We're going to have all kinds of
fun this weekend, you'll see!" he told her. 

She told him goodbye and he hung up. He turned off the t.v. and got up
and headed for the kitchen. He forgot all about the tape. Still sitting
in the VCR. 

Waiting. Waiting. 

Waiting. 


The End 

  
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kids_at_play

"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
terrify me."  (Gary Allan)


"Thank Heaven for little girls!"  (Maurice Chevalier)
 
"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful -- 
1965) 

"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body."   (Ralph Waldo Emerson) 

"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."    
(Anon) 

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats,   "Endymion"     1818 

Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them. 

kids_at_play 

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