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My Baby Girl and the Swim Class

By WintermuteX 
wintermutex.stories@gmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Wintermutex/www/ 

Previous stories: 
My Baby Girl and Her First Time 
My Baby Girl and Our First Date
My Baby Girl and the Modelling Gig
My Baby Girl and the Pajama Party

Tags: 
Mg+, inc, pedo, rom, cons, 1st, oral, voy

Content: 
Pedophilia, Incest, Romance, Seduction, First Time, Voyeurism

                                  ~*~                                  

My damned necktie had been strangling me all day. I tugged it off and 
hurled it as I stepped in the front door, watching it sail in a 
satisfying arc into the living room. 

I was beat. Months of long hours and commercial negotiations were 
finally paying off. The new contract, which would move textiles, 
produce, and small manufacturing sundries through 3 new routes in Chile 
was almost finished, and I had spent most of the day finalizing the 
excruciating details. It was a lucrative opportunity for the company, 
but working out the finer points of the logistics was always a mess. I 
dumped my briefcase on the couch with a long sigh and stretched aching 
muscles. 

Funny. Shae hadn't come down. Usually, when I came home, she would 
hurtle towards the front door at mach speed to greet me with a kiss. She 
should have been home from school by now, unless she had decided to go 
to a friend's house. I went down the hall to investigate. 

I found my lovely 10-year-old daughter where she had collapsed on the 
bed, slumbering on her side in a puddle of afternoon sunlight. The poor 
tyke was completely tuckered out. I didn't blame her - after all, we had 
stayed up very late the night before. She hadn't even managed to change 
out of her school uniform. The clean white blouse moved in languid 
rhythm as she breathed and the pleats of the checkered red skirt hung in 
messy disarray over her bottom. A river of golden hair was cast over the 
hills of the bedding, lustrous with reflected sunshine. 

Grinning, I kept silent as I loosened my cuffs and ditched my jacket, 
admiring the angelic sleeping form. My daughter's curving slopes were 
the brushstrokes of subtle art, blending to a masterpiece of girlish 
perfection: a lovely, heart-shaped face, innocent and kind, lips 
slightly parted; a slender body of creamy, flawless skin, sloping in 
gentle waves; and a delicate, eager pussy, its tiny pink parts barely 
peeping out from under the skirt. I bent over to get a better look. No 
panties, of course. I kept telling her she needed to wear panties to 
school and she would just huff and tell me how uncomfortable they were 
to wear with the skirt and how she would just have to take them off when 
I got home anyway. 

I sat down on the bed, not really expecting that Shae would wake up. My 
daughter usually slept like a log. She snoozed through TV programs and 
car rides and once she had snored right through a minor earthquake that 
rattled all our furniture and set dogs barking for miles. I couldn't 
resist teasing her after that, dubbing her "Sleeping Beauty", innocently 
suggesting that she could sleep through rock concerts, airplanes taking 
off, and giant robot attacks, until she got fed up and beat me senseless 
with a throw pillow. Now she was out like a light again. I decided to 
have some fun. 

Hunting fingers quested under the fabric of the skirt, feeling the firm 
flesh of her sweet bottom, tracing over the pink swells until they ended 
up at the tender lips. I bent over to get a good view of my baby girl's 
snatch. Her slit was the prettiest I had ever known, delicate folds 
framing a pink nubbin of a clit and hiding the entrance to her soft 
tunnel. I could never get tired of my 10-year-old daughter's little 
pussy. It was still tiny, almost too tight for me to fit in. Even though 
Shae hadn't been able to take more than the head of my cock in her when 
we first made love 3 years ago, we had slowly worked at it over time, 
and I had been able to squeeze more and more of her Daddy's cock inside 
her until finally, as long as I didn't go too fast or rush things, I 
could stuff my entire prick inside my daughter's willing hole. 

Tracing the path of the little channel between her folds, I ended at the 
budding red jewel at the top and started to titillate it with slow, 
subtle brushes. Beads of dew began to slick my fingers, my daughter's 
privates responding under my hands. Lips puffed slightly and an animal 
heat grew in a slow burn, radiating in waves as the flesh swelled with 
pleasure. I pushed the pleated skirt up higher to her waist, exposing 
the curving pink globes of her butt, and let my other hand explore their 
slopes. 

Squeezing wetness greeted my finger when I tested her waters, and I 
grazed her clit with increasing pressure before sinking a finger in up 
to the first knuckle. My baby girl's body was responding as her Daddy 
fondled her in her sleep. Her nipples scratched against the white cotton 
blouse, erect, tracing lines of friction across the fabric as her breath 
raced in rising tempo. Cheeks and nose flushed red, lips parted, 
nostrils flared, and the walls of her slippery cunt rippled with sexy 
dreams, caressing my finger with gentle suction, inviting it to go 
farther. I pushed in to the second knuckle and was rewarded with a low, 
shuddering moan rumbling out from somewhere deep inside my daughter's 
body. 

Her fingers were clenching involuntarily, keeping time with the furling 
bow and eager panting. Her body steamed to a crescendo under my 
practiced touch, but she still hadn't woken up yet. Twitching legs 
hinted at sexy dreams, probably imagining her Daddy bending her over, 
hiking up her skirt, and stuffing his meat into her until she shrieked 
in orgasm and her pussy flooded over with cum. I plunged in with a 
second finger. Excited muscles welcomed me in, wrapping my digits with 
swelling tightness, coating them with slippery juice. Shae's head was 
rocking slightly, faint mewling noises escaping from her mouth. My 
fingers worked, growing the hungry rhythm of my daughter's excitement 
into a symphony that surged towards climax. She was on the brink. 
Muscles tightened in her thighs as I squeezed her ass, toes curling, 
light gasps drawing up the scale into excited moans, trembling under my 
hands like a violin string about to snap. 

I rammed my fingers into her cunt as far as they would go, pressing 
roughly and using my thumb to flick her clit while my other hand gripped 
the belt of her skirt and rocked her waist in sudden jerks. Her legs 
kicked in surprise and I felt her pussy clamp down like a velvet vice 
and begin bucking in wild spasms. 

"mmmMMMM OHHHHH!" Her eyes flew open as she gasped and came on my 
fingers. "Oh GOD yesssssSSSSS Oh Daddy mmmm fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" 

My daughter came, gushing juice over the thrusting fingers held inside 
her as her back arched on the bed and her arms and legs thrashed in 
feral ecstasy. I bent down to my baby girl's twitching face and buried 
her mouth with my own, pinching the tender nipples through the sheer 
schoolgirl blouse, pushing her squirming limbs down into the soft 
bedding, kissing my 10-year-old daughter into the bed and she writhed 
and orgasmed under me. 

"Uuhhhhh! Oh god...Daddy, fuck...that was...so good!" She gulped the 
words out in haggard breaths after I let up off her mouth. 

"Hi Sweetie. I'm home." I grinned. 

She stretched her arms. "Mmm, sorry Daddy. I was just...so tired when I 
got home. I meant to change but I guess I just fell asleep." She croaked 
out a giant yawn. 

"It's ok sweetie." I pulled my fingers out of her pussy with a slurp. 
"We were up really late last night after all." 

She gave her customary girlish giggle. We had definitely been up late, 
watching a new porno that had been released by our favorite studio. I 
had a premium subscription to a very hush-hush little site that produced 
high-quality movies with actresses that may or may not have looked 
entirely 100% legal in our country. They took custom requests and also 
produced a lot of roleplay, and this one had been a wonderful 
daddy/daughter incest scenario featuring a handsome hunk of an older 
man, and a lithe little nymph who smiled and purred enthusiastically 
through everything they did. Shae and I had watched the entire 2-hour 
film, laughingly reproducing a few of the scenes on the bed. 

"Hey Dad, don't forget tomorrow," Shae mumbled. "You said you'd stay for 
swim class. Coach said he wants to meet you and I want to show you my 
dive!" 

Oh, right. Normally I dropped Shae off at the pool and took the time to 
try to get some errands done before picking her up in the afternoon, but 
I guess I could stick around this time. 

Burying my daughter with one final kiss, I assured her I'd be there. I 
paused briefly at the bedroom door, looking back at the sprawling 
angelic form. The shifting sun highlighted the curving outline of her 
body in tracings of cozy gold light as she sprawled on our bed. The 
checkered skirt was still pushed up, revealing the slight gape of her 
pussy, and she was wet all over her bottom. Her hair was mussed and 
tangled, headband knocked to the side, blouse twisted. Apparently, she 
was going back to sleep like that. 

To me, my baby girl always looked like a sexy goddess. I went to clean 
up. 

                                  ~*~                                  

The coach let loose with his shrill whistle. Four girls dove in sequence 
into the pool, showing expert form, and swam down their lanes. 

I surreptitiously ran my eyes over the bodies of the other girls around 
the pool. The team seemed to be composed of schoolgirls mostly in the 
8-13 range. I noted appreciatively how the blue one-piece suits clung 
tightly to their bodies, showing off their smooth tummies and round 
bottoms. One little brunette was in a suit slightly too tight for her 
and was sporting a delicate camel toe. She didn't seem to realize. 

If I had known I would get to eyefuck the entire girl's swim team, I 
might have taken up coach Menke's offer for a meet-and-greet a bit 
earlier. Shae was apparently doing very well, and might even be able to 
qualify for local contests. I spied her at the far end of the pool on 
the high dive, sporting the same blue swimsuit and with her long hair 
tied back into a ponytail. She walked confidently out to the edge and 
waved hysterically at me before clapping her hands together and diving 
head first into the deep end. 

Soccer was a bust, running hadn't been her thing, and she was 
disinterested enough in sports as a whole that she hadn't wanted to try 
basketball or baseball. Swimming, though, she had taken to like she was 
born for it. She glided towards my end of the pool like an otter, 
dipping beneath the surface effortlessly. 

"She really does have talent", said a voice from my side, and I turned 
to see the coach, a black-haired mass of muscles. "She's very fast in 
the water, but her form could use some work, and we still need to build 
her endurance a bit. I have some exercises I'm going to run through next 
week with her that should help." 

"Yeah," I replied. "I can see that she's already doing much better than 
when she first started. I remember she didn't even want to look at the 
high dive, much less jump off it." 

He chuckled. "And now she dives like an olympic athlete. Most kids, 
well, they're only scared the first time. You have to convince them. 
Once you do, they see how much fun it can be, and they're up for 
anything. What do you think of the team?" he asked, as he turned back 
around to survey the girls. 

I looked at the array of supple bodies, wet swimsuits wrapped tightly 
over their athletic frames like a second skin, leaving little to the 
imagination. They played and practiced with enthusiastic glee. "Well, 
they're really something," I said. "You have them all coordinated so 
they can dive in and swim in sync all the way across the pool. You must 
have drilled them hard." I watched his eyes from the side as I said 
this, and noted how he gazed hungrily at the girls, eyeballs traveling 
to each one, taking her fully in from top to bottom, before moving to 
the next. 

"Oh yes. We've uh, drilled a lot. The team this year has a lot of real 
talent. I've been working the girls pretty hard to get them ready for 
the Swimtrim county contest. It's in August, and I think we have a shot 
at actually winning this year." I followed his eyes as his gaze settled 
on the tiny girl with the cameltoe. He burst into a grin but quickly hid 
it. 

"Oh, that sounds very promising. I'm sure they'll do well. Good luck." I 
shook his hand. 

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! Did you see it Daddy?! Did you see me do the dive? I 
got the twist just like coach Menke showed us!" Shae squealed at me from 
the pool, hanging from the stone edge by her fingertips. 

I waved. "Yeah sweetie, I saw. Good job! You had really great form on 
the dive. Daddy approved! I'll give you a treat later." I gave her a 
thumbs up and followed with the subtly lascivious grin I often used when 
we were in public. 

Shae snorted and then laughed before plopping back in the pool. She knew 
what I was saying. 

Across the hall, I kept an eye on the coach while trying to pretend I 
was looking elsewhere. He had crouched next to the little dark-haired 
girl with her pussy lips bulging up against her tight suit and seemed to 
be offering some kind of instruction. She giggled at something he said, 
and he used one hand to massage her back in a familiar gesture, the 
other guiding her arm in the demonstration of some swimming stroke. I 
think I understood him a bit better now. Most of the girls seemed to 
look at him with something like adoration, admiring his handsome face 
and muscular body. There was a lot of it on display, because he was 
wearing only a tight-fitting pair of red swimming trunks. I'll bet he 
had drilled the girl's swim team very hard indeed, but that meant I had 
to ask Shae a few questions... 

My daughter was playing near the corner of the deep end, diving and then 
surfacing, making dolphin noises as she splashed the other girls. I 
waited for a while until she crawled out of the pool and headed for the 
girl's locker room, then followed her, pretending I was going to the 
men's. I took a short detour instead, and a few quick glances assured me 
the girl's locker room was empty except for Shae. I sneaked up to her 
and tapped her on the shoulder as she was half-out of her suit. 

She jumped with a startled yelp before turning around and laughing at 
me. "Daddy! Hey, you're not supposed to be in here. This locker room is 
for the girls. You might see something you shouldn't." She folded her 
arms across her chest, hiding her nipples, and put on her most adorable 
mock-pouting face, with just the hint of a crooked smile hiding at the 
corners. I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Sweetie, I want to ask you a few questions, but in private. Hmmm, is 
that locked?" I gestured to the door of what looked like a supply room 
off to the side. 

"Yeah it's locked, BUT, I know where coach Menke keeps the key. There's 
supplies or something in there, so he always keeps it locked and doesn't 
let anyone else in." She trotted to a set of key pegs near the entrance 
to the room. I glanced around nervously as she studied them, trying to 
remember which was the right one. Selecting a small ring with two keys - 
one with a pink border and one with a green - she went over to the door 
and fit the green one to the lock. It opened. 

It led into a medium-sized supply closet, filled, unsurprisingly, with 
supplies: swimsuits, medicines, pool chemicals, first aid kits, floatie 
sets, pool toys, and more of the ropes they used to divide the water 
into swim lanes. On the far side was another door with a keypad beside 
it. 

"Honey," I said, closing the door behind me, "I have to ask about coach 
Menke. Does he have a...close relationship with any of the girls? The 
kind of relationship you and I have?" 

She nodded. "Yeah. I mean he comes in our locker room all the time, says 
the rules don't apply to coaches. He likes to watch us get into our 
suits before we swim, and give us pep talks. Sometimes he takes one of 
the girls to his office for a special talk." 

"Which girls does he take to his office? Does he have sex with them?" 

"Yeah Daddy, he does lots of things with them. Once I saw Sandy in his 
office. The door was cracked so I went and peeked through, and she had 
his penis in his mouth and was giving him a blowjob. I don't think she's 
very good at it Daddy. She wasn't really using her hands right." 

I cleared my throat. "Does he do anything with the other girls? Does he 
fuck them or have them give him blowjobs?" 

"Well you know that girl, Tamara? She's the 8-year-old with black hair." 
I nodded. "She was coming out of his office once and she had some cum on 
her legs. She's such a dork," Shae said, making a distasteful face. "She 
doesn't even know you're supposed to wipe it up and swallow it." 

"What about you sweetie? Does he ever have sex with you?", I asked, 
finally driving home the question. 

My daughter's eyes blazed with sudden anger. I had made a serious 
mistake. "No Daddy." She was staring at me, lips pressed tightly 
together. "He doesn't have sex with me. If he tried, I wouldn't let him. 
I don't have sex with anyone but YOU, Daddy." 

"Ok ok honey, I'm sorry," I said, rubbing her arms in a placating 
gesture. "I guess it was a dumb question. Please don't be mad at me." 

She softened immediately. "He just has sex with some of the other girls. 
He doesn't make them do anything they don't want to. I mean, I've seen 
his thing, a lot. All of the girls have, because sometimes he changes 
with us and he's always hard. His cock is pretty big Daddy. All the 
other girls like to look at it, while pretending they're not, but it's 
not as big as yours. Yours is thicker, and longer, and the tip has this 
sort of ridge where it-" 

"Ok sweetie, that's enough", I said, cutting her off. I thought for a 
moment. I couldn't blame the guy, since I loved little girl pussy 
myself. There was nothing better than fitting your cock into the pretty 
virgin slit of a innocent little lass, squeezing in inch by inch, 
feeling the tiny body moan and shudder beneath you. I did have certain 
other questions though. I eyed the keypad and the door on the far side 
of the closet. I wonder... 

After moving a bin of basketballs that was in the way, I tried the keys 
in the lock. The green one that we used to get into this room wouldn't 
go into the lock, but the little pink one fit snugly. It didn't turn 
though. I eyed the 10-digit keypad next to the door. 

"Hmm, I don't suppose you know the code", I wondered aloud. 

"Maybe it's the same as his office", she said. "I've seen him put it in 
a bunch of times: one seven nine five". 

I tried the code and heard a click, then turned the key in the lock. The 
door swung open. 

It was dark. I pressed my hand against the wall and found a switch that 
turned on a single dim light overhead. This was definitely it. 

Through the glass in the wall, I had an excellent view of the entire 
girl's locker room. This was the other side of the mirror, except it 
wasn't a mirror at all, but one-way glass. A camcorder stood on a tripod 
facing the glass, and a shelf had a few other expensive cameras, the 
kind that could take very high-quality photos. 

The rest of the room was devoted to fun. There were a few dildos in 
small sizes, a fluffy pair of handcuffs, and several pinups and glossy 
photos of young girls in lewd and compromising positions. A couch and a 
couple small chairs provided comfortable viewing. Shae came in and let 
the door close behind her. 

So, the coach had the same taste as me. I looked at some of the 
photographs, recognizing a few of the girls. One was the shy girl with 
the chestnut hair, a vixen who looked around 11, bent over with one hand 
gripping her ankle and the other reaching back to spread her tiny pussy 
lips for the camera. Not so shy, I guess. The other was Tamara. Her head 
was buried between a man's muscular legs, looking up at the camera, 
heart-shaped face framing innocent blue eyes and taunt lips wrapped 
around the meaty cock stuffed in her mouth. 

A haphazard stack of USB sticks were piled near the cameras. Jeez, this 
guy probably produced enough to run his own porn studio. I wondered how 
many of the sweet little peas out there in the pool had had their 
coach's dick shoved inside them. There were a lot of photos, and my own 
prick was already stiffening with grudging applause. Glossy binders on 
the shelves held even more photographs and the memory sticks probably 
held thousands of hours of video. I looked over at Shae, her naked body 
still half-poking out of the wet swimsuit like a peeled banana. She was 
breathing heavily, her nipples erect. 

Voices, from the locker room. Someone was coming in. I thought the light 
was dim enough that it wouldn't give us away on the other side of the 
mirror, but flipped it off just to be sure. 

"And remember, when you jump for the tuck dive, you have to push off 
with the balls of your feet, so your toes start out pointing downward. 
Otherwise you probably won't get enough momentum for the somersault." 

Coach Menke entered, guiding two of the girls with his hands on their 
backs. One was lovely little Tamara, but the other one I didn't 
recognize, a thin blond that looked around 10. 

"What about what you promised, coach? You said I'd get a treat if I was 
able to do the somersault, and I did!", the little blond quipped. 

He grinned. "Sure sweetie. I remember what we talked about. Ok, you can 
touch it." He took a seat on the bench facing the mirror, giving us a 
nice view. The massive bulge in his swimming trunks was a clear 
invitation to the innocent girl. 

"Well um...I mean, how do I..." the little blonde stammered, suddenly 
not quite so sure of herself. 

"Tamara, want to show her?" the coach asked, and the little girl nodded, 
kneeling down in front of the coach and gesturing for the blond to do 
the same. Tamara reached up and pulled the coach's swim trunks down to 
his knees, freeing his huge prick to flap in the breeze. 

"Wow! I didn't know it would...it bounces. It's so silly!" the little 
blonde giggled. "I can just...touch it? It doesn't hurt?" 

"It definitely doesn't hurt," Menke smiled encouragingly. He looked at 
Tamara and gestured with his head. "Go on, show Angela how to do it." 

Hesitant fingers gripped the head of the thick organ, and then glided 
down the shaft, the small hand barely able to wrap around the girth. 
Tamara began a gentle rhythm, caressing the coach's prick, licking the 
underside in short strokes to get it wet. She encouraged Angela, showing 
her how the tight shaft would bounce up and down and how to hold it, 
until the new girl had enough confidence to wrap her fingers around the 
meat herself. The coach was leaking precum already, slippery liquid 
smearing under the uncertain strokes of tiny fingers. Tamara licked and 
rubbed while Angela mostly goggled at the unfamiliar manhood that filled 
her hands, giggling over the feeling of flesh that was somehow both firm 
and velvet-soft. Contented sighs rumbled from the coach's throat as he 
rested his arms on their heads, threw his head back, and gave himself up 
to the pleasure of being explored by the two lovely young girls. 

Dual tongues worked in tandem, Angela's mimicking her friend's long 
strokes, coating the flesh with saliva. The erotic sight of these two 
young girls playing with the thick penis in their faces was driving me 
up the wall: the smaller one leading by example, showing the older girl 
where to grip, how to hold, exploring, discovering the delicious warm 
skin with questing fingers and juicy tongues. I was breathing hard, 
entranced. Tamara popped the tip in her mouth, bulging her cheeks and 
bobbing in eager motion before she popped off the end with a slurp and 
offered the sticky head to her friend. I wondered if the eager strain in 
my crotch was actually strong enough to rip the fabric of my jeans apart 
or if that was just my imagination running wild. 

I had an idea. The camcorder light had already come on, probably rigged 
to record every time someone was in the locker room. It was pretty hard 
to see with the overhead light off, but I pulled on the tripod and moved 
the camera towards the back of the room so that it still caught the full 
window, but also put me and Shae in the frame. In the darkness, we would 
have appeared on the video as two mysterious silhouettes framed by the 
light of the one-way mirror. 

I quietly nudged a small bench in front of the mirror and looked at my 
daughter. She was breathing heavily, peering right back at me, reading 
my mind. With a small gesture of my head, she took her place in front of 
the bench, facing the glass. 

Standing behind her, I let my own hands run over the darkened shape of 
my baby girl, rubbing down her shoulders and arms, then traveling under 
her arms to reach the swelling buds of her growing breasts. Pinching 
gently, feeling the firm nubs stiffen under my insistent fingers, I 
earned a small series of stifled gasps from my daughter. She was just as 
turned on by this as I was, watching these two little girls pleasure the 
penis of a muscular, handsome, fully-grown man. Angela had buried the 
head of his prick in her mouth and was slowly learning to tongue it, 
throat and cheeks moving in slow motions over the bulging manhood in her 
mouth. The hand on the back of her head pushed tenderly, encouragingly, 
pressure forging a small rhythm of lips over skin as the girl slowly 
began to bob up and down. Menke's eyes were closed, luxuriating in the 
exquisite pleasure of having his cock sucked by a delicious virgin 
mouth. Tamara had offered a few pointers, but was mostly licking the 
side of his penis now as her friend took the thick meat between her lips 
and sucked with mounting enthusiasm. Waiting for her turn, Tamara 
reached down with one hand, pressing the fabric of her swimsuit to the 
side, and began to rub her fingers along the delicate contours of her 
own pussy. 

Curving hips, sexy tummy, slender neck - my fingers journeyed over the 
tender flesh of my daughter as I watched the scene unfold. Wet hair 
smelled of chlorine and sweaty arousal and my baby girl melted like a 
candle under my grip. Her head collapsed back against my shoulder and 
rolled over my chest, wordless groans forced from her throat in a hot 
rush. Legs twitched and she sagged against me, shivering. I peeled the 
swimsuit the rest of the way off my baby girl, like unwrapping a 
present, then bent her over the bench before leaning down to whisper. 

"Is this turning you on sweetie?" I asked breathlessly, fingers marching 
an insistent massage around her hips and down to her crotch. 

"Ye-Yeah..." she panted. "It reminds me of us Daddy, when you first 
taught me about sex. I didn't know what to do with your penis either but 
you showed me." 

"What was it I showed you?" I teased, fingers slipping down to my 
daughter's nether regions, tracing a taunting V around her swelling 
pudenda. 

"You showed me how to make you happy by sucking it Daddy. Th-oh," she 
lurched as my fingers found her clit at the apex of my stroke. "Then 
you...showed me how to take you inside me." 

Her chest was heaving up against me with need. "And what is it you want 
me to do, baby girl?" I hissed, grabbing the base of my prick and 
running the head over the dewy folds of her pussy lips, feeling the 
gathering wetness. 

"I want you...to...put your thing...in me", she panted raggedly. I loved 
teasing my daughter. It turned her on so much, made her crazy, turned 
her into a shivering wreck when I made her beg, made her spell out what 
she wanted me to do to her. I didn't know if the camcorder was sensitive 
enough to make out our whispering. I didn't care. The girls had 
switched, Tamara stuffing the thick cock into her mouth and working it 
down the back of her throat while Angela explored the thick testicles 
with light squeezes. 

My lips grazed the ear of my bent-over daughter. "What is it you want me 
to put in you?" 

"Your cock, Daddy. I want you to shove it in me. Put it in my pussy 
Daddy. Ram your prick into me-Ohh!" she cut off a girlish squeak when I 
flicked her clit again. Her arms were shaking against the bench like 
pillars on the verge of collapse. I hadn't even began to fuck her and 
she was already on the brink. 

"Has Coach Menke shoved his prick inside you? Tell me the truth Shae." I 
lined up with my daughter, waiting with the head of my cock just barely 
grazing her pussy lips. I could feel her muscles spasming already, 
caressing the head of my prick, inviting it in. 

"No! Stop it Daddy, I told you! I only want you Daddmmmmm just...please, 
stick it in me. God...please Daddy just put it in I can't wait!" she 
pleaded, whimpering as she whispered in the dark. 

"I want to hear you say who you love, baby girl. Who do you love?" My 
hands were planted on her butt, fingers roughly kneading the sweet flesh 
as I held my cock primed against her wet tunnel. 

Words tumbled out of my girl in desperate bursts. "You Daddy! I'm your 
little girl and yours only and I belong only to you and I love you so 
much Daddy and you're always there for me and coach is not my boyfriend 
you are and god Daddy please just stick your dick in me now!" 

Shae was shivering, panting, barely able to maintain the whisper as her 
muscles quivered in ecstasy. In front of me, Tamara was peeling off her 
swimsuit and crawling up onto Menke's lap. He held her up by her arms as 
he lined up the head of his massive erection to the hairless lips of the 
little girl's pussy, flexing to stroke the meat over her cunny lips and 
spread her lubrication around. Angela looked on in fascinated awe as 
Menke slowly impaled the girl, pussy folds slipping around the head of 
his prick and letting her sink onto him, eyes tightly closed with 
concentration as inch after inch of meaty cock disappeared inside her. 

With a rough thrust I impaled my daughter as she watched her friend 
penetrated through the glass. She squealed quietly, hips thrusting and 
back arching with a jolt, teetering on the brink of orgasm with the 
first thrust. I held myself buried inside her for a moment, gripping her 
hips, before pulling out in a slow stroke, trying not to overdo it. 
Slippery friction twisted my cock in a thrilling tornado of spirals and 
spasms, my daughter's cunt already running wild with frenzied passion. 
Firm flesh thrust in and out of the wet snatch, energy building a hungry 
frequency of slapping flesh as I fucked my daughter. I wouldn't last 
much longer myself. I stabbed in, burying my prick as far in as I could 
go and stuffing the head up against her womb, forcing another startled 
squeak from her mouth. Too loud. 

Bending forward, I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth. She moaned 
into my fingers like an animal. I had kept her on the brink of orgasm 
for too long, and now she could barely control herself. My cock pistoned 
with urgent rhythm into the warm tunnel, harder, increasing the 
pressure, keeping my hand over her mouth to muffle the raving squeals. I 
looked up, but nobody outside had heard us, lost in their own pleasure. 
Having her Daddy's big hand clamped over her mouth to keep her groans of 
pleasure from escaping was just turning my daughter on even more. I had 
to finish her before she started shrieking. Frenetic pounding sent her 
pussy walls into electric spasms, squeezing and massaging my bulging 
prick, bringing me to the edge. 

Outside, the girls were switching places. Tamara had a spattered 
collection of gooey cum dribbling from between her legs, and the coach 
was stripping Angela out of her suit and guiding her to sit on his 
prick. Her neck and back arched in rapture as her pussy was invaded for 
the first time, supple body flexing into the erotic curve that every 
girl seems to know by instinct. She must have been a tight fit because 
Menke could only fit the head of his dick inside, but they embraced with 
a kiss, the little girl wrapping her arms around his neck as the muscled 
man let her take over. Eager fingers ran from her chest down over the 
curving swell of her hips and back again, massaging the excited girl, 
milking the tension out of her body. She let her own hands play over the 
rack of his firm muscles, feeling the chiseled flesh of the first man to 
make love to her. An exalted sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed and 
worked another inch inside, then gasped abruptly with the pain and 
pleasure that comes from a girl's first time. 

My stomach lurched and my balls clenched, swept in an animal tide as I 
watched the tiny girl being deflowered through the glass. Grunting, I 
grabbed Shae's ponytail and pulled, yanking her head back while keeping 
my other hand clamped over her mouth. The hair was leverage for the last 
few thrusts until, with a rough slam, I shoved as hard into my baby girl 
as I could and felt her cumming on my shaft, pussy walls clenching and 
going wild with orgasm. Pressure exploded in my crotch and roared 
through my body, sending jets of cum thundering out of my dick and 
flooding into my daughter's cunt. Thick squirts of her Daddy's seed 
splashed up into my daughter's pussy, filling her belly and flooding out 
into the tight channel of her love. My fists held her round shoulders in 
a steel grip as our bodies locked in ecstasy, writhing in the bucking 
rhythm of our mutual orgasm. 

Menke didn't last long with Angela either. After a few short minutes of 
writhing on his tool, she yelped and shuddered ecstatically as he 
flooded her pussy with cum. Angela rested for a minute, leaning against 
him, eyes closed and fingers curling reflexively in the thick chest 
hair, before he helped the girls clean up and put their suits back on. 
Both girls were flush, hair messed and legs still trembling, but Menke 
beamed at them and they smiled back, holding his hands as he led them 
from the locker room. 

We sneaked out just after, being very careful not to be seen. I didn't 
bother to put anything back other than the keys. The pool of cum we left 
on the floor was message enough. Of course, Menke would probably be able 
to guess who we were, but the video would show only two unidentifiable 
bodies in the dark, coiled in passion, not enough evidence to prove 
anything. 

I waited outside as Shae changed into street clothes, as though I were 
just a normal father waiting impatiently for his daughter to get 
dressed. I let my hand rest on her shoulder as we walked out. 

"You know," Shae began, "the girls say the coach is good luck. They can 
always make the perfect high-dive or beat their lap time if he, well, if 
he helps them..." 

"Oh, uh..." I looked down at my daughter's mischievous grin, not sure if 
she was being serious. "Do they really say that?" 

"Yeah Daddy, but there's no WAY he can be as good as you. The first time 
I got the somersault dive, it was because we were together just before 
you took me to swim practice. You're my good luck Daddy." She beamed as 
she hugged my arm. "Now you have to come to the Swimtrim finals with us 
Daddy and be my good luck charm!" 

I patted her head affectionately. I guess I could find some way to work 
that into my schedule. I could never say no to my baby girl. About 
anything. 

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