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From: Glorylips <glorylips@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Glory's playtime part 2 (Mg, pedo, inc )
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Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 04:10:02 -0500
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My father had instructed me to leave the hayloft
fifteen minutes after he went back to the house, and
go back up to my room after dinner without saying
anything to anyone, about how he had fingered me to
orgasm and then shot his cream all over my pussy. I
had no compulsion to tell anyone what had happened to
me, anyway. I joined my parents at the dinner table.
There was very little conversation, as usual.  I flew
through dinner, made an excuse about some TV show, and
was about to go upstairs when my mother told me that
she and my father were considering sending me to a
boarding school nearby.

I felt my stomach drop to my knees. My father didn't
say much, he just focused on the food on his plate. I
looked for him for some support, but he wouldn't meet
my eyes. I  told my mother I didn't want to leave! My
mother just replied that she was looking over some
nearby boarding/prep schools and her mind was made up.
I felt defeated, my father wasn't sticking up for me
at all. It almost looked as if he agreed with my
mother!  It was early September, my mother said, so I
would be entering whatever school she chose for me
within two weeks. 

I went upstairs to my room, my mind reeling. My
freedom was about to be taken away, and what about my
new, magical relationship with my father? How would I
ever become a sexy woman when I was closeted up with a
bunch of other stupid girls? I changed into a
nightgown, and lay on my bed. My mons, labia, and
inner thighs were still crusted with the dried fluid
that had shot out of my father's "thingie". It was the
first real view I had seen of a hard, excited penis,
and what was that stuff that shot out of it, anyway?
It was exciting. I fingered myself while in bed, and
then lifted my fingers to sniff at the scent of my
father's cum on my fingers. I was able to bring myself
to a short, sharp orgasm and fell asleep soon after.

A few days passed before I was able to see my father
again. He had been avoiding me, but I made it a point
to mention that I was going out to the stables to
check on my pony. For two days, he didn't follow me,
but on the third day I saw him walk nonchalantly
around the back grounds before moving to the stable.

As I saw him approach, I scrambled up the ladder into
the loft and found a soft pile of hay to sit in. He
climbed the front ladder like he did the last time
when we were together, but this time his face remained
very somber when he came to stand by me.

"Glory, I've been thinking carefully," he began, and
then sat heavily next to me. "I don't think we should
play anymore, not like we did the other night."
Clearly, my father was feeling some guilt. I felt
desperately disappointed. 

"But how will I ever become a beautiful woman?" I
wailed, and then moved into my father's arms,
practically leaping into them. "Please, Daddy, I love
you so much, and I like our time together. I
like...everything you do to me, and I want you to use
your magic on me like you said. Please don't change
your mind!"

I saw the set of his jaw relent a bit, and he looked
down into my face with a small, sad smile. He leaned
over and kissed me on the lips, a small, chaste kiss,
but I held onto him and licked at his mouth like Bill
had shown me. My father's back stiffened in surprise,
and then his mouth opened to kiss me back again. He
groaned into my mouth like a lost man and began
undressing me again. I was passive in his arms, just
kissing him while he stripped me naked.

He lifted me off his lap and, while he was still fully
dressed, he turned my exposed body over face down onto
the hay, so that my pale little ass was exposed to his
sight. He leaned over and buried his tongue into my
small slit from behind, lapping at my pussy with a
deep and probing tongue. Then, he shoved his tongue
deep into my vagina,  licking me out. Back to my clit,
and then back to my hole, switching alternatively,
until I was squirming back against his face.

He sat up, unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to
his knees as he kneeled in the hay behind me. He
grabbed my hips and flipped me over, and only then did
I see the look on his face. There was nothing calm or
gentle about my father's face now...he was flushed and
focused on the sight of my slick and hairless little
pussy. He pulled me towards him and then lay the
comparatively massive shaft of his cock against my
little chubby labia.  He said, "I'm going to make you
a woman now, Glory. Someday you'll find a man to love,
but until then, you're mine."

He sawed that heavy cock back and forth over my clit.
I had no idea what he was doing, but my body was
reacting to his movements. His words comforted me...I
WANTED to belong to my Daddy. After all, I was still a
young girl at eleven, just freshly awakened to
orgasms, and I was obsessed with having another one.
Who else to better give me orgasms than the sexiest
man I knew?

My hips moved on their own accord, in time to the
sawing of his cock across my clit. After a few minutes
of this, he seemed to make up his mind, and used his
hand to directly rub the head of his cock inside my
puffy lips, over the hard nub of my clit, up and down,
slicking my entire inner labia with my juices and his
own leaking precum.

All this stimulation was too much for my young, eager
snatch, and I began to shake all over in an impending
orgasm. Before I could release,  my father slid the
head of his cock downward to the hollow depression
below my clit and shoved, sharp and fast. 

My pussy resisted my father's penis at first, and then
the head popped into the hole. The pain was sharp and
ripping as he slid deeper, and I felt something give
way with a flash of sharp pain. I cried out and tried
to move away, but my father's hands mastered me, and
kept me still. He thrust that invader deeper,
inexorably slow, watching my face as the tears
streamed out of my eyes. He encouraged me, by telling
me how tight and hot I was around his cock and how
incredibly beautiful I felt. I felt stuffed beyond
belief. When the ripping feeling died away, I felt him
able to move a bit deeper into the sore sensitive
flesh of my vagina, back and forth, like a piston.

I lifted my head and saw the huge shaft dominating the
gap between my spread legs. It looked impossible that
I could stretch enough to accomodate it. Blood, precum
and my own lubricant let him dig deeper with each
thrust.  My eleven-year-old pussy and my belly felt
stuffed to the point of pain by the hard insistent
thrusts from my father's cock. He was also focused on
the same sight I had glanced earlier...how his adult
penis, with all its veins and hair, was invading my
smooth, immature, creamy, flower-petaled labia. I was
defiled now, by my own father.

My father's breathing became more erratic as he began
to dominate my young pussy in earnest. My poor
once-virgin pussy was stretched and battered to its
limits by my father's cock trying to work its way deep
into me.  I'm not sure how deep he was able to go, but
he was thrusting in and out with slow, even strokes.
He finally gave up the sight of his cock invading my
tender pussy, and just lowered himself to my body as
he fucked into me. I felt crushed -- small and
battered under the powerful thrusting. My head came up
no higher than his chest and I was pinned into the hay
as I was so much smaller than him. Fear gripped me --
I felt as if  I was just a body to him at that point,
as he rode me fast. No kisses, no whispers of
admiration. He simply needed to fuck my hole and have
done with it. 

I felt my Daddy's body stiffen, and he gasped and
thrust so deep I thought he'd split me in two. He
raised himself up on his two arms and I tilted my head
backwards to look up into his face as his hard thrusts
abused my tight cunt. He shouted, "Take your juice,
baby girl...here's your Daddy's cum!"

All the other sounds coming from him after that were
grunts and groans.  I felt my father's cock swell up
inside of me, and a sensation of burning hot pulses
began pumping into my pussy as his twitching hips
pinned mine to the straw. I knew he was shooting that
thick stuff up inside me and the thought made me go
wild with excitement. The hot spurts made my pussy
start to convulse in a small orgasm. My father pumped
my immature belly full of his hot creamy seed, and
then he fell on top of me, spent and breathing
heavily. I lay there under him, sore, and a bit dazed,
and even more in love with my father than ever before.


(End of part 2)


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