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Sex Ed for Little Girls

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

Tags: 
Mg+, best, inc, oral, ped 

Content: 
Pedophilia, Incest, Student/Teacher, Public Sex, Daughter Swapping

                                  ~*~                                  

"What are you drawing there sweetie?" I asked, crouching down next to 
the girl. 

"It's an elfunt!" Sally held up the paper to show me the 
indistinguishable grey blob with a train of smaller blobs following 
behind it. 

"See? She has lots of baby elfunts too." 

The gray crayon marks could indeed have been a train of stately 
pachyderms, but they might as well have passed for a series of rain 
clouds, or puddles. The little 6-year-old was creative, but she wasn't 
quite a Picasso yet. 

"It's great honey." I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a squeeze. 
"You're so talented." Sally gave me her most heart-melting smile. She 
was such a sweetheart, all happy grins and sunshine and a passionate 
enthusiasm for everything she did. My favorite student. 

"Hey Mr. Renner. Is it playtime yet?" Sally looked up at me hopefully, 
restlessness evident in the nervous tick of her thighs. 

"Almost, sweetie. A few more minutes." 

She flounced and huffed in my arms. "Okaaaaaay." I let her get back to 
her coloring. She bent over on the bench to rest her arms on the low 
table, and I took a moment to admire the cute pink skirt draped over the 
perky curve of her bottom. The little blonde 6-year-old was such a 
treat. Her father was a lucky man. 

I stood up and surveyed the classroom. Jim was helping Meredith on the 
far side, resting a hand comfortably on the 7-year-old's shoulder as she 
scribbled madly on her paper, and the other girls were working quietly 
on their own projects. Lisa and Beth had cut out little figures from red 
construction paper and were gluing them onto a drawn background on a 
poster. The twin sisters were inseparable in everything they did. Emily, 
the new girl, was drawing quietly, and Amber, my oldest girl at 9, had 
drawn out a story about princesses and dragons on her big sheet of paper 
and was writing between the illustrations. 

"Does he kidnap the princess?" I asked her, pointing at the leering 
wyrm. 

"No," she laughed. "They run away together. They're in love. Some knight 
comes to save her but he's dumb and he gets eaten. Then they have little 
dragon babies and live happily ever after." She pointed at the tale 
scrawled between the figures, and I saw how the story ended with a 
picture of the princess and the dragon locked in an intimate embrace. I 
had to hand it to her, Amber could really draw. The dragon was 
anatomically accurate in every way. I made a note to get her some better 
art supplies for next week. She had long outgrown the markers she was 
using. 

"Good job Amber." I swept my hand over the paper. "This is really great. 
I'll bet your Dad will love it." 

"Yeah. He'll want to put it on the fridge." She made a slight face. 
"There's already too much on the fridge." 

"That just shows how much he loves what you do," I laughed, tousling her 
blonde hair. "Can't blame a dad for being proud of his baby girl. He'll 
love this. Let's clean up now. It's playtime." 

"Yay!" She hugged me and started packing the markers back into the box, 
arranging them fastidiously by color. I stood up. 

"Ok kids!" I clapped my hands twice to get their attention. "Go ahead 
and put your stuff away and get your mats. It's playtime." Girlish 
squeals of delight filled the classroom as they bustled to put their 
things away. Jim and I stood resting back against the big table in the 
center of the room as one-by-one the girls picked their favorite mats 
and dragged them over to the cleared area in front of us. Amber picked 
the purple frilly bedroll that she liked, and Lisa and Beth shared the 
big red cushion with the knitted edges. Emily lingered at the pile of 
mats by the cabinets, looking hesitant. 

"Pick the blue one!" Sally called. "Mr. Renner loves the blue one." The 
girls all tittered together, but it was true. The thick blue blanket 
with the sewn-in cushion was what I liked to use. The girls always 
looked so good on it, and its many stains barely showed. 

Emily blushed briefly, but grabbed the blanket and hauled it over, 
joining the half-circle of little girls arranged in front of us. They 
each kneeled on their chosen mats and blankets, looking up at us with 
wide eyes and eager expressions. 

"Ok girls. Remember where we left off last time?" 

Sally threw her hand in the air and waved it hysterically. "I know! I 
know!" the 6-year-old bellowed. "You were explaining how it gets hard." 

"That's right." I heard the zipping sound next to me and joined Jim in 
undoing my belt and pulling down my pants in front of the class of 
girls. The hungry bulges strained obscenely against our underwear as the 
girls looked on, fascinated. 

"Do you remember how it gets hard Sally?" I asked. 

"You said it was blood Mr. Renner." The little girl's eyes were locked 
on the swelling fabric of my underwear. "Which seems so weird. How does 
more blood make something hard?" 

"Let's find out." I motioned to myself and Jim with a hand. "Who wants 
to volunteer today?" 

Almost as one, Lisa and Beth scrambled forward and kneeled on the carpet 
in front of me and Jim. Two pairs of tiny hands reached up to grasp our 
underwear, and the girls pulled the fabric down, causing a pair of fat 
cocks to spring out and slap them in the face. They giggled and nuzzled 
the firm flesh, then wrapped their fingers around the meaty pricks of 
their teachers. 

"That's good sweetie." I rested my hand on Lisa's head, fingers curling 
in her dark hair. She looked up at me with almond eyes shining with 
desire, the heritage of her Asian family. 

"It feels good right?" she asked. 

"Better than good," I sighed, shifting my weight and leaning back 
against the table. Christ, nothing could beat the feeling of a little 
girl's tiny fingers on your cock. I needed to give some of the other 
girls a chance during playtime besides Beth and Lisa, but they were just 
so good. Jim leaned back in the same way next to me as Beth pattered her 
fingers up and down his stiff rod of firm velvet, feeling the taut 
flesh, rimming the purpling glans at the end and peering at the first 
drip of precum on his cock with fascination. 

"Can I try again today Mr. Renner?" The shining hope in Lisa's eyes as 
she looked up at me was adorable. My prick bulged expectantly an inch 
from her lips. 

"Of course sweetie." I gestured, and the little girl opened her mouth 
tentatively and wrapped her lips around my prick like it was delicate 
candy. The twins had had more practice, but it was important that all 
the girls had a chance to practice cocksucking. The gripping warmth of 
Lisa's mouth sent a shiver racing up from my crotch, but I tried to file 
away a note to myself to let Meredith go first next time. She had seemed 
upset at only getting a B at blowjobs on her report card. More practice 
would do her good. 

"Like Mr. Renner said, blood is what causes a man's penis to get erect," 
Jim said, taking over the lesson as the suction on my prick began to 
vacuum up all the thoughts from my head. "This usually means a man is 
aroused, though there could be other reasons. Now, who here has seen 
their Daddy's prick hard like this before?" 

The girls all raised their hands. Good fathers, the lot of them. None of 
them had neglected their daughter's needs. 

"Dad's pretty much hard all the time. He never even wears pants around 
the house anymore. Says it's too uncomfortable." Beth giggled as she 
used Jim's precum to moisten the head of his cock and began a slow slide 
of her fist along the tip. 

"Then you're doing a good job at home honey," Jim encouraged her. "Now, 
last week we talked about sex again. Who can tell me what we talked 
about?" 

The hands all shot up, but Jim pointed at Sally. 

"Sex is when Daddy's hard cock goes in your pussy," the 6-year-old said 
proudly. "Semen with millions of little babies in it comes out of the 
cock and that's how you get pregnant. It feels really good." 

"Dad only puts it in my pussy sometimes," Amber said. "He uses my mouth 
or my butt the other times, but it still feels good." 

"But doesn't he have to cum in your pussy to get you pregnant?" Meredith 
asked. "Or can it be anywhere?" 

Jim shook his head and readied a reply, but shuddered as Beth's hands on 
his penis sent a ripple of pleasure up from his groin. 

"No," he panted, swallowing after the tremor subsided. "Your daddies can 
put semen anywhere in you, but you'd only get pregnant if it's in your 
vagina. Don't worry though. Remember that your daddies love you no 
matter where it ends up." 

"Dad likes to put it on our faces before we get on the school bus", Beth 
said, nuzzling the prick in her face as she teased it with her fingers. 
"Lisa's always trying to butt in and take more of it though." She 
feigned an angry look at her sister. 

"Mmmph. Mmph mmph mmmmphmmmph." Lisa couldn't protest her sister's 
accusation past the rod of engorged flesh in her mouth. The gripping 
tunnel had sucked me in until I had 3 inches of raging fuckmeat buried 
between her lips and was butting up against her throat in the back. She 
had taken the cue from the dripping precum on her tongue and my 
tightening fist in her hair, and pumped her cheeks before treating me to 
a light bobbing motion, tiny lips gliding over engorged flesh and 
leaving trails of gooey saliva behind. I bucked my hips to meet her 
motion, relishing the feel of my manhood flattening the girl's tiny 
squirming tongue underneath it. 

The other girls looked on in fascination, pants and shirts down or up as 
they liked, fingers seeking the glorious buds of pleasure at their cunts 
and pinching the hardening nipples on their flat chests, watching the 
dark-haired twins on their knees at the front of the class eagerly 
sucking their teacher's pricks. Sally's pink skirt was around her ankles 
and her Hello Kitty t-shirt was pushed up to her chest as she reclined 
on her blanket, both hands digging hungrily at the slit between her 
legs. Her eyes followed the glistening cockflesh with wide-eyed wonder 
as it disappeared repeatedly into her classmate's mouth with wet 
slurping sounds. Sally was always a good student, attentive in class. 
They all were. 

The rising tide became a sudden swell that shivered up my erect girth, 
the stirrings of a liquid avalanche beginning deep in my balls. Pulling 
gently on her hair with my fingers, I coaxed Lisa on with an encouraging 
murmur. She knew exactly what the sudden shiver and jerk in a man's 
pelvis meant. Saliva dripped from her lips and began to run down her 
chin as she dove eagerly onto the purpling girth, slapping the glans 
against her tonsils with puffing cheeks. Only 8, and already a great 
cocksucker, and her sister was every bit as skilled. I was lucky to have 
such good students. A struggling tongue worked my underside, wiggling 
and fighting for space to add that tiny spice of extra pleasure to the 
froth about to boil over in my crotch. Her eyes looked up, eyelashes 
batting, staring into mine to ask if it was good, if I liked it, if she 
was doing it right and would get a good grade. I could have lost myself 
in the dark depths of those almond pools. 8 years, and a gaze already 
glittering with the hungry passion and desperate need for validation 
that little girls craved so deeply from men. That look would never get 
old for me. 

"Hnnnng!" My balls clenched suddenly, sending a frothing white geyser 
racing upward where it exploded into the girl's mouth. Cum erupted and 
filled the tiny space until it backflowed in her throat, and she pulled 
off, coughing, a mixture of spittle and semen dribbling out her mouth 
and down her chin. 

"Ack," she coughed again into her hands, gooey liquid filling them up 
and dripping messily onto her yellow blouse. "Sorry Mr. Renner I" - she 
coughed again - " I tried to swallow. See?" She tilted her head up and 
opened her mouth wide like she was at the doctor's office, sticking her 
tongue out. Deposits of white cream melted like butter on its surface 
and goopy loads of semen swilled at the base. She closed and swallowed 
again. 

"That was good. You did fine Lisa." I patted her head. Remember to 
swallow fast, girls," I said, addressing the class breathlessly." If a 
cock's in your mouth, remember to feel for when it's about to cum and be 
ready. 

"Yes Mr. Renner" they all singsonged in unison. 

"Now then." I loosened the fist I had tangled in Lisa's hair and let her 
sit back. Beth had watched with fascination as her twin sister sucked my 
cock, using her own spit and his precum to work Jim up to a gentle 
fisting motion. Now she turned and kissed the tip of his shaft before 
taking it inside. Jim's legs twitched and he moaned from the glorious 
feeling of little 8-year-old lips wrapping around his tool, rapture on 
his face. I took over the lesson again. It helped to have just one of us 
go at a time, so the other could keep up the lecture. 

"Ok," I wheezed, trying to see past the stars of my dwindling orgasm. 
"You can sit Lisa." She scooted back and rested her butt on the red 
cushion, one hand rubbing the knitted edges for comfort as kids liked to 
do while the other hand dived hungrily into her shorts. 

"Let's have a small story time," I announced. "We'll go around the class 
starting with Sally. Sally, do you remember the first time you saw an 
erect cock?" 

"Yes Mr. Renner!" Sally chirped, her voice winding up with enthusiasm. 
She could be quite the teacher's pet whenever I called on her, but that 
was just her energy showing. 

"When I was 5 I saw our dog TJ had a thing between his legs that was all 
red. He was kind of whimpering and pushing against the couch. I thought 
he was hurt so I told my daddy, and he showed it to me and explained 
what it was for." 

"That's good," I said, nodding in affirmation. "Did it seem a little 
confusing at first?" 

"Yeah. Daddy pulled down his pants and showed me his, but he didn't look 
like TJ so I didn't get it. He put his cock in my mouth so I could taste 
it, then he let TJ put his in my mouth too. He tasted REALLY funny," the 
6-year-old gushed. "All salty and gooey. Then he asked Jessica, my big 
sister, to come in and she tasted TJ's cock too and then Daddy had her 
lie down on the floor and let TJ fuck her. He was really rough and I 
thought maybe it hurt but Jessica told me how good it felt. That's when 
Daddy started fucking me along with Jessica every night" 

At 5 she would have been due to start SOEF classes the next year, but 
the sooner a girl started her education, the better, as far as I was 
concerned. Curiosity left unsated was never good for a girl. At best, 
neglectful, and at worst, dangerous. Sally's Dad was a responsible 
father. 

"What about you, Meredith?" I asked, turning to face the little 
brown-haired girl masturbating on her mat. "When was the first time you 
saw a hard cock?" 

"I don't really remember - I was really little I guess," the 7-year-old 
recalled. "Mom and Dad always let me sleep with them because I was 
always scared that something in my closet would eat me. I didn't really 
know what they were doing when they were having sex. I thought Daddy's 
cock was like, hollow, or that it would deflate like a balloon if I 
touched it." She laughed at her own naievete. "Mom made me touch it so I 
could see that it was solid. I didn't really get it though until I 
started SOEF. I just knew Mom liked Daddy's thing a whole lot." 

I nodded at Meredith as she finished. Sexual Orientation, Education, and 
Fulfillment was an essential part of every little girl's life - and 
mandatory now, thank goodness, thanks to the new law. It had silenced 
the cries of the last remaining holdouts. The explicit instruction had 
supplanted the role of Kindergarten - scholastic education being a 
fairly useless endeavor for girls at this age - and it continued and 
complemented their other curriculum until they were wed, impregnated, or 
graduated high school. 

I took a moment to enjoy the sight of the brown-haired little nymph 
shivering on the cusp of orgasm on her blanket. She had sunk a second 
finger into the tight snatch between her legs, and the furious rubbing 
set her pelvis jerking and her knees knocking together as her climax 
raced through her. Her bare nipples hardened even more and flushed from 
pink to red, heralding the crimson that crept up her neck to her panting 
face. Gasping, her eyes fluttered as she collapsed back onto the 
blanket, squirming and moaning with delight. 

The class's eyes were fixed on Jim, and I looked over to see how he was 
doing. Beth had wrapped her lips as far up the turgid rod of meat as she 
could go, and the tiny girl's head was held immobile by the large first 
locked around her braid in a white-knuckled grip. Her eyes batted as she 
looked up at Jim and her throat jerked, rapidly swallowing the spurts of 
rich cum flooding into her mouth. She almost made it, but a runner of 
backwashed semen brimmed over her lips at the very end and ran down her 
neck to drip gooey splotches on her pink blouse. Lisa smirked at her 
sister as Beth pulled off the drooping manhood with a defeated gasp. 

"That was good sweetie. You're getting very good with your tongue. I 
love it." Jim caressed the smiling girl's ear and shoulder. "Don't worry 
about little spills. They can be just as fun. You can go sit with your 
sister now. 

I took the moment to take stock of the class. The girls each lay on 
their mats and blankets in a half-circle arranged around me and Jim and 
the big desk, skirts and shirts pulled up and pants pushed down, 
revealing the sweet, nubile flesh of little bodies all between 6 and 9. 
They had all orgasmed at least once by now, I could tell, and most were 
reaching for their second. Lisa and Beth had been so wound up from 
cocksucking that they had barely touched their own cunts before their 
climaxes crashed over them. That was good. Nobody was holding back. 

Except for the shy new girl, Emily. She was an adorable little thing, 
with auburn hair pulled back into twin ponytails and her blue-and-white 
tank top pulled up to her shoulders to reveal the smooth field of her 
chest. Her hands dug feverishly beneath the rim of her blue pants, and 
she had squirmed her way to a quiet orgasm earlier, but she hadn't 
spoken up yet. I shifted the next question to her. 

"Well Emily? How about you?" I met the little girl's gaze, seeing her 
heavy lids and glazed eyes from another approaching orgasm. "When was 
the first time you saw a man's prick all nice and hard?" 

"Well I guess uh...my brother, uh, I think...Mr Renner." She stuttered 
and swallowed, and her hands wrestled under the blue fabric of her pants 
like struggling ferrets. "We always used to shower together and he would 
wash me, and his uh, cock would get hard all the time, but I didn't 
really know why. It would uh...uhnnnn uhnnnnNNGGGGH!" Her throat 
clenched and her shoulders shook as the 7-year-old exploded into orgasm 
from her thrusting fingers. 

There are few things more lovely, more divinely beautiful, I thought, 
than the sweet sight of a tender little girl struggling in the throes of 
pleasure. Emily's flat chest hitched and she sagged on her knees, then 
she jerked upward again like a lightning bolt had straightened her 
spine. The tiny buds on her chest practically quivered from the pulsing 
orgasmic bliss that clearly raced from her head to her toes. Sweet hips, 
lovely thighs, delicate arms and a tiny, button nose, she was a gorgeous 
little flower barely blossoming into the mysterious world of sexual 
awakening. 

I knelt next to the cumming girl and put my arms around her back, 
holding her gently, fingers giving her sensitive nipples the lightest of 
brushes as she shook on the mat and finally collapsed against me, 
heaving. Juice dripped from the delicate cleft between her legs, running 
around her fingers and down her thighs. 

"Shhh, that's good sweetie. Very good." She was sniffling slightly, her 
free hand clutching my shirt. "You're doing great." We had to be there 
for our girls, ready to guide their precious bodies and minds through 
the art of lovemaking as gently as possible. I let Emily gasp herself 
out, waiting until she finally gulped and sat back on her knees on the 
blue mat, looking up at me with deep brown eyes buried behind her long 
lashes. 

"You're a very pretty girl Emily." She blushed as I kissed her on top of 
her head in front of the class of masturbating girls. "There's nothing 
to be afraid of sweetie. Can you tell me how often your brother puts his 
cock in you?" 

"Oh, oh I mean uh...once or twice each week..." she stuttered, 
embarrassed. We'd have to work on that reluctance. A little girl should 
never be shy about the topic of a man's prick inside her. 

"He's just, well, working a lot," Emily said. "He gets home late most of 
the time and says they're really busy at work. Then he goes to see his 
girlfriend sometimes so he can't always help me with my homework." Her 
face drew a pouty frown. "I really like to do my homework with him but 
he's been gone more lately. He's had to take care of everything since my 
Dad died." Moist pools were beginning to form at the corners of her 
eyes. "So I don't get to see him much. I miss him." 

That wouldn't do at all. The state had undoubtedly granted him sexual 
conservatorship over his little sister after his father passed, so he 
was probably at least 16. But if he had a job and other 
responsibilities...well, keeping a growing little girl fucked and happy 
and full of cum was a big task. I knew. I'd make a few phone calls and 
call him in to the school so I could talk to him and see about getting 
him some help. There was no shame in it, and the duty rosters were 
overflowing with horny men waiting to fuck the brains out of undersexed 
little schoolgirls anyway. 

Really, I should have put this all together when I read her file anyway. 
It was my job as her SOEF instructor. But little Sally had wandered into 
my office before class that morning, and I could never resist bending 
that little 6-year-old nypmh over my desk and fucking her cunt until she 
hollered. 

In the meantime, I had a duty to Emily. The poor girl's pussy was 
probably burning. Had she been fucked yet that morning? I shot an 
inquisitive glance at Jim, but he shook his head. He hadn't done the 
deed either. 

"It's ok honey." I wrapped the sniffling girl in a hug. "Don't worry. 
Your brother loves you just as much as your Daddy did." The little girl 
hugged me back, her shirt still pulled up to her armpits. The flesh of 
her bare back was silky smooth under my fingertips, and her buttcheeks 
were soft putty when I squeezed them. 

I broke our hug and gave her an encouraging gesture. "Lie back sweetie." 
She flopped back onto the soft mat, and I pulled her shoes and socks 
off, then helped pull her skirt the rest of the way down. The mounting 
tears were headed off by a giggle when I found the ticklish spot on her 
legs before pulling the fabric off over her feet. Her sudden grin was a 
sunbeam chasing all the gloom from her mood. I doubled down on her 
thighs until she laughed and squirmed, pushing at my hands. Jim had 
herded the girls closer around us for a better look. 

"Ok Emily." I ran my hands up her legs, past the sweetly curving hips, 
around the little girl's naked torso with the of nubs peeping from the 
flat chest. An angel, grinning gently up at me now, neck blushing with 
arousal. I left her loose blouse pushed up around her neck and attacked 
her nipples, massaging them and pinching just slightly. Not too rough. A 
little girl was such a delicate thing under the strong touch of a full 
grown man, liable to go too fast and maybe even end up hurt in her 
excitement. The 7-year-old hadn't had much sex, it seemed, not as much 
as she needed, but I was going to fix that. Instinct wiggled her hips 
and drew a panting gasp when she felt my erect cock pressing between her 
legs. 

"Does that feel good?" I asked. She nodded, opened her mouth, then 
closed it again in favor of a low moan. I kept up the pressure, moving 
around her chest, nipples to shoulders, massaging the prepubescent body 
and letting the faint rhythm of our motion slide my throbbing cock up 
against her hairless lips. The girls had pulled their mats closer and 
five pairs of eyes watched us with hungry curiosity, fingers rubbing 
their genitals furiously. I spotted Jim on the stool, tugging his own 
erect prick as he watched us too. He was an excellent assistant 
instructor, no less passionate about his job than I was. 

My cock felt like it was going to burst. I had to get it into this sexy 
little thing. I leaned forward onto my knees and planted my hands on the 
mat, hovering over the tiny girl, stiff meat jutting down at her like a 
promise. She looked up at me, that shy, soft vulnerability and need that 
I knew so well lurking in her light brown eyes: a little girl's desire 
to please, to be accepted, to be pushed down or bent over and stuffed 
with a full helping of semen, liquid proof of how much she was loved. My 
prick was brushing up against her gate, the tip of my bulging glans just 
barely resting primed between her puffy lips. Nothing was sweeter than a 
little girl's pussy, hairless and innocent and blushing red with the 
boiling heat of her excitement as a man's cock rubbed up against it. 

I moved my pelvis and pulled her by the shoulders, repositioning her 
slightly on the mat. I loved my job so damned much, stuffing my meaty 
prick into little preteen girls all day. It's a lucky man who enjoys his 
calling in life. Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around my girth and 
wiped it against her slit, spreading my precum, mixing it with the 
trickle of pussy juice seeping out. Little Sally, Beth and Lisa with 
their almond eyes, slender Meredith, lovely Amber- I loved all the 
girls in my class, had fucked them all dozens of times. They had all 
leaned in, eyes bulging as they stared at the spot where their teacher's 
manhood was primed at Emily's tiny cunt, ready to welcome her to the 
class just as it had done for all of them. 

Slowly, I pushed in, revelling in the feeling of the little lips briefly 
resisting and then giving way. Sucking heat wrapped the head of my cock. 
Emily whimpered and clenched the blue fabric with her fingers. Still 
small, tight beyond belief, I pushed slowly into her cunt, my head 
popping inside and then slipping an inch deeper into the squeezing 
heaven before I felt resistance. 

Emily moaned as if the air was forced out of her by the cock pressing up 
into her tight little cunt. It bit off into a squeak and a surprised 
jerk when I stopped - just about an inch and a half of my throbbing cock 
buried inside her. Not too bad for a 7-year-old, but she could do better 
with a bit of practice and coaching. Jim and I would work with her and 
she'd be getting an A in Penetration by the end of the summer. Most of 
my girls got top marks in this area, able to spread their legs and 
breathe carefully and open up until they could take the sizable length 
and girth of their teachers inside them. 

But I wasn't going to push the delicate girl. She was already shivering 
with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, pelvis jittering as it was impaled 
with engorged fuckmeat. Slowly, I pulled back, right up until her 
straining pussy lips just began to part around my glans, then thrust 
forward again. I built into a mounting rhythm, fucking the squirming 
7-year-old under me, enjoying the delighted squeal every time I reached 
the limit of her clenching tunnel. Already I could feel her loosening 
up, instincts taking over and spreading her legs wider, hormones rushing 
through her blood and jerking her muscles into an excited frenzy. Her 
body knew what it needed, craved the pounding pressure I was pumping 
into her, responded with the plainly desperate need of the little girl 
to get a cock stuffed into her. I sank another inch inside, and Emily's 
desperate gasps built to a series of excited, girlish yelps, pussy walls 
spasming crazily around my cock. 

I could almost see her orgasm crashing up through her like a wave, 
exploding from the sudden clamp of muscles in her heaving cunt, arching 
her spine and neck and flushing red in her nipples as they thrust in the 
air, energy finally coming out of her mouth as a wild cry. I wasn't far 
behind. Pink fire flared in lightning spasms up from where I was 
stuffing my cock into the 7-year-old. Through the haze, I could see 
Amber, bending over on her mat, an orgasm rocking her body from side to 
side. Beth and Lisa had piled on top of each other, eagerly licking each 
other's cunts in a 69 position. Jim had got up and pointed his erect 
cock in Meredith's face, who sat on her knees patiently, mouth wide open 
and tongue sticking out. And Sally - I looked side to side - Sally's 
eyes were inches from the bucking conjunction of my swelling cock in 
Emily's cunt, watching with rapt fascination. The little girl had 
flourished in SOEF, a model student. She loved cocks, loved her Daddy's 
cock and mine and Jim's, loved them in her mouth, loved them in her 
pussy, and she was young so we were still working on her asshole, but 
she'd love them there too. Whenever I fucked another girl, she would 
stare as if spellbound, watching the plunging meat just as she watched 
it now, slipping between the straining lips of Emily's pussy. Emily 
shrieked under me with a furious wiggle of her hips and I embraced her, 
sinking my cock inside with one final plunge and holding the quaking 
body tight as my balls clenched and sent a geyser of cum rocketing up 
into Emily's womb. 

Fireworks of ecstasy exploded behind my eyes, the heavenly jolt that 
crushes your consciousness in warm bliss when you cum with your 
twitching cock buried in a tiny little 7-year-old girl. Euphoria flooded 
over us both and time melted away as I held Emily in my arms underneath 
me, lovers connected in the sweet union of man and little girl. Scalding 
semen roared out of my cock, flooding up into the immature womb and 
pumping it full then backwashing into the tight space between my taut 
girth and Emily's convulsing pussy muscles. 

The hazy roar faded to a thumping rush in my ears, and finally to a 
thrumming purr that reverberated between me and the sweaty body in my 
arms. I had pulled her back up off the mat in my excitement, letting her 
head dangle, arms locking her in place on my pumping cock as we shared 
our climax. Gently I set her back down. Her arms and legs collapsed, 
spent, as if all the life had been drained out and compressed into the 
spasming heave of her chest. I kept holding her, feeling the beat of her 
own orgasm taper away, and finally she opened her eyes and looked at me 
with the glowing fresh-fucked smile of satisfaction that looks so 
wonderful on a little girl. 

"Good girl," I murmured, fingers brushing the tangles from her hair and 
giving her another kiss. "Feel better now?" 

"Yeah...Mr Renner." She had to stop and swallow for air, nodding. My 
flaccid cock stuck briefly, as if reluctant to depart, but it finally 
slurped out of her pussy when I pulled back, and a well of slimy fluid 
followed afterward, pooling into a dark stain on the mat. 

"Ok!" Jim clapped his hands and got the class's attention. Most of the 
girls were lounging on their mats, basking in the afterglow of their own 
orgasms. Meredith was using her hands to lick up the messy streak of cum 
that Jim had blasted onto her face. 

"Go ahead and roll up your mats and put them away," he went on, pulling 
up and buckling his pants. "Did you all bring your reports today?" A 
general murmur went up from the girls as they hiked up their skirts and 
began to pull their mats back to the pile. Their homework had been to 
watch an animal of their choice mating and take notes. We'd compare them 
in class and discuss how animal breeding habits differed from humans. It 
was part of our new curriculum on safe sex with animals. Curious girls 
could get into trouble without the proper education. 

Jim helped the girls while I rested back on my haunches, trying to catch 
my breath. I'd probably have to go shower. I felt like a sweaty mess, 
but looking at the naked little 7-year-old sprawled on the mat before 
me, smiling happily as cum leaked from her cunt, I felt the familiar 
surge of satisfaction. Bringing that precious grin to a little girl's 
face made it all worth it. 

I helped Emily rolled up the blue mat - cumstains and all - and got her 
dressed again before nabbing a quick wash from the shower attached to my 
office. By the time I got out, Jim had arranged the class in a circle 
for Sharing Time. 

"Ok. Who wants to go first?" Jim asked, as I took the seat next to him. 
Sally's hand shot up. 

"Anyone? Anyone?" He looked around the room exasperatedly. Sally waved 
her hand frantically, wiggling in her seat like she had itching powder 
in her read end. She always wanted to go first. 

"Ok, Sally," he sighed. 

"YAY!" Sally squealed and hopped off her seat, then stood in the center 
of the circle with her arms clasped behind her back. 

"This is my report," the 6-year-old recited. "Mr. Renner said we had to 
look at animals having sex, so I asked my Momma and she helped me. She 
said she had done it a lot." 

She went on as if reading from a paper. "Our dog's name is Max. He has a 
big red cock that's 8 inches long - we measured. It's weird and pointed. 
Momma got Max on the bed and she got him really excited and showed me 
how to lick him. Doggy cum is really salty and tastes kind of weird but 
good. Mom showed me how to put socks on Max and let him get on you 
without hurting you. She let Max fuck her on the bed 3 times and Daddy 
watched too. She explained how a Doggy has a lump in his cock called a 
knot, and that it'll get stuck in a girl or in girl doggies if you let 
it, and that's how doggies keep their cum inside." 

The assignment had been to watch animals having sex with OTHER animals, 
but as Sally finished and sat back down, so proud of herself for her 
perfectly-delivered report, I decided I didn't mind. Amber went next. 

"Daddy took me and my sister out to the country to look at horses," she 
began. "We went to a big stud ranch where they breed them. A boy horse 
is called a stallion, and they have a really big cock - this long." She 
held her hands wide apart. "Horses don't lie on their backs. They always 
have sex like this" - she made a figure with her hands - "with the boy 
horse on top..." 

I sighed and leaned back contentedly in my chair. Listening to the girls 
give their reports was getting me hard again already. The schoolday was 
almost over, but maybe we could arrange a huddle before they got their 
bags and headed out to the busses. Listening to Sally had got me so 
worked up, and nothing gave a little girl as nice a send-off for the day 
as a healthy glob of white butter in her mouth or on her face. If at 
least some of our girls didn't leave our class with fresh deposits of 
semen on their chins or dripping down their legs, then frankly Jim and I 
weren't doing our jobs as teachers. 

But we hardly needed the encouragement. We were both professionals, 
dedicated to our jobs of fucking little girls and guiding them to sexual 
stability and maturity, and I wouldn't have traded my job for anything 
in the world. 

                                  ~*~                                  

HTV had changed everything. At first, we had no idea what to do. The 
best biologists humanity had to offer had blundered about trying to 
unravel the intricate virus and its myriad complicated effects, and 
mostly failed. Perhaps they couldn't be blamed. Even the best scientist 
is only human, and the raw reality that stared back at them from the dry 
charts and graphs was something they dared not allow themselves to 
contemplate. 

I remembered seeing colored maps of the world every night on the news 
when I was very young, with certain sections shaded red. More were added 
every week. The newscasters always seemed angry, or perhaps desperate, 
reading their lines with harried looks on their faces. One had broken 
down completely on air one night, refusing to read the prompter and 
ranting that this was "the future" and that humanity needed to "accept 
what it couldn't change." I had been glued to the television until the 
crew tried to drag him away and the station went off the air. 

Things accelerated rapidly after that. HTV. The Humanity Transformation 
Virus, they called it, but the name did so little to capture the 
fractious reality it brought. It came from nowhere. It spread rapidly. 
The accusations that it only infected through bodily fluids were false, 
but it gave people an excuse. I had vivid memories of my neighbor being 
dragged from his home by the neighbors, screaming about him having sex 
with his daughter. I didn't really understand at the time. Humanity was 
changing, the essential makeup of our DNA strategically unzipped and 
recoded by the virus with small changes that amounted to all the 
difference in the world. Subtle effects, for men: increased thyroid and 
testosterone production, enhanced sexual drive and longevity, several 
new enzymes present in ejaculate once the changes had worked their way 
to completion. The male life would have gone on mostly unchanged, if not 
for the dramatic effects on women, and especially on girls. 

Years later, during the height of the trouble, somebody had handed me a 
pamphlet on my high school campus. That was the year that the 
administration had hustled all the girls off to their own schools, 
making ours a boys-only campus. I had gone with some friends to look at 
the new school the county had built for the girls: it was K-12, an ugly, 
hastily-erected edifice surrounded by a high wall topped with barbed 
wire. It was baffling. It seemed as if all the girls had been locked up 
in a prison. As I turned the pages of the orange pamphlet, I began to 
realize that that was almost exactly what had happened. It was the last 
desperate move of a crumbling political institution that couldn't accept 
the new reality I had seen the ranting newscaster screaming about years 
earlier. 

"Fact: Girls are now sexually active much younger." Page 1. The printed 
orange paper had a lewd illustration of a 10-year-old girl on her back 
on a bed, fingers spreading her pussy lips, a look of pleading 
desperation on her face. I think that's when things first clicked for my 
teenage brain. The news had always seemed stuffed full of the same 
stories: statutory rape, 12 men arrested. Child sex ring: 20 men 
arrested. Online child pornography ring busted: millions of pictures 
found. Who would explain what was happening in the world to a confused 
teenager? My dad sure didn't, right up until the point where the police 
came and arrested him for having sex with the neighbor's daughter. She 
was 11. 

It hardly mattered. States could not possibly have built and staffed 
prisons fast enough to keep up. But there were always voices of reason: 
online or on the television, often quickly silenced but ringing ever 
louder and more numerous as the years went on. Humanity HAD changed, 
girls the most of all. It was all laid out on the pages of the pamphlet. 

Crucial disruptions to the endocrine system meant that female biology 
now required the constant introduction of male reproductive material in 
order to remain healthy and keep the proper hormononal balance. HTV 
dramatically accelerated sexual appetite, but not all aspects of sexual 
development. Girls still grew breasts and became fertile and got nice 
curves at the same time they always had, but their bodies craved cock 
from the age of 6 onwards. 

Society almost tore itself apart. Some countries did, the ones too rigid 
to accept the biological truth that sex with little girls was now an 
imperative, an inescapable fact of continued human existence. People 
raged and rioted. Cities burned. The spread of HTV was complete in a 
generation, but it took a quarter of a century for some semblance of 
order to return, some norms of society to reshape and assert themselves 
to fill in the gaps. 

The group that gave me the pamphlet had all eventually been jailed. I 
remembered seeing that on the news also. Their leader was a 
biologist-turned-pedagogue who was unafraid of the truth: little girls 
now had a vastly amplified sex drive, and the men being persecuted were 
those who had been doing their duty most faithfully. It didn't matter 
whether a little girl took a helping of sperm in her pussy or in her 
mouth, or even in her butt. The hormones worked on contact, and the most 
potent effect that avoided dilution from an immune response was from the 
genetic material of close relations: fathers, brothers, sons, the nearer 
the better. Changes to the embryonic development process also rendered 
any fears of inbreeding moot. 

Perhaps most startling was how long it took these basic facts to 
disseminate and be accepted as truth. Pseudo-religious groups had sprung 
up, but most quickly withered from persecution. Their ideas remained. 
Social expectations slowly changed. Sex with fathers and family members 
was normal for a girl. Accepted, encouraged even. There were no more 
special schools, no walling off young girls from the irrational fear of 
their sexual proclivities. 

The new normal was a sexual liberation beyond what the 21st century 
could have imagined. Laws had changed at a glacial pace, but they did 
eventually change, and programs like SOEF were developed to help steer 
girls through the sexual turbulence of their early years. 

Ten years ago, the lanes outside the school had been filled with angry 
protestors, mothers and fathers raging impotently on behalf of their 
precious, innocent little daughters. Usually the same girls who would 
most eagerly swallow a cock between their lips as soon as it came out. 
Scandals about sex in schools became commonplace, then banal. Now the 
lanes were clear but for the scattered clumps of students talking and 
waiting for their busses. With the advent of the SOEF programs, parents 
knew that if their special snowflake girls were going to get cocks 
stuffed inside them a dozen times a day, it could at least be done by 
professionals. Their needs could be taken care of at school, and Daddy 
could do the rest when she got home. 

And I could hardly wait myself, as I navigated away from school and 
cruished the highway towards home. Even after leaving a farewell gift on 
Sally's face, I was still hard. HTV's gift to men. The same hormones 
that nourished the bodies of little girls had magnified our stamina 
tenfold and eradicted impotence. I could fuck as many little girls a day 
as I wanted, but right now I was thinking of only one. 

I had barely pulled the car into the driveway and got out when the front 
door of the house slammed open and a girl-shaped blur streaked towards 
me. 

"DADDDYYYYYYYYY!" 

I dropped my briefcase just in time to grab Camilla under the armpits, 
using her momentum to swing her around and up into the air. 

"Hey baby girl!" I laughed. Cam squealed with glee and wrapped her arms 
around my neck. Her red hair and pigtails swung with the momentum. The 
skirt of her yellow dress fluttered out behind her then went still as I 
completed the spin. 

"Daddy you're finally home!" My daughter squeezed my neck as if we had 
been apart for 10 years instead of 8 hours. "Guess what Dad Sadie came 
over and do you remember she said her Mom got her a pet well guess what 
Daddy she brought it and it's this cute little hamster and he's just so 
adorable and she let me hold him and he wiggled around and got in my 
shirt Daddy and it was so cute and-" 

My little girl pounded me with a barrage of words until, laughing, I 
hugged her freckled face closer and kissed her on the mouth. 

"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmph!" Cam finally melted in my arms as I held her 
tight. At the end of the day, nothing felt sweeter than my little baby 
girl's mouth pressed against my own, lips yielding and slightly parted 
under her Daddy's pressure. My fingers dove up under her skirt with a 
mind of their own, rimming the edge of her panties and dipping inside. 
Well, one thing might feel better. Camilla had been the sunshine of my 
life for 10 years, a sugary, high-spirited little mynx with a mouth like 
a machine gun and a mischievous streak a mile wide. 

I kicked the car door shut behind me and grabbed my briefcase, heading 
up the walk with my daughter still wrapped around my chest, her head 
resting on my shoulder. This was truly the best reward for a 
hard-working father at the end of the day. A laughing little girl in my 
arms, a sweet kiss from the heart, the feel of her snuggling up against 
me and the yearning pressure in my pants from knowing I'd soon be 
stuffing my bulging cock into her tiny little 10-year-old cunt and 
flooding her with cum. Cam wiggled against me like a hyperactive worm. 

"Did Sadie's dad come over with her?" I asked. 

"Yeah Daddy, Bruce came too but he let me play with the hamster first. 
Sadie named it Billy. What a stupid name!" she huffed as I put her down 
and opened the door. 

"And just what would you name a hamster?".

"Well OBVIOUSLY I'd name him Cooper!" She strutted into the house ahead 
of me. "I mean honestly Daddy." She rolled her eyes at me like I had 
asked the dumbest question in the universe, and I couldn't help but laugh. 

I had been thinking of getting her a pet anyway. Maybe a dog. She could 
have fun with a dog, if I taught her to be careful and trained it well. 
But a hamster was a possibility too. I slapped my keys and briefcase 
down on the kitchen table and loosened my shirt collar. 

"Did Bruce fuck you today baby girl?" 

"Yeah Daddy. We watched a movie with Sadie then we took turns and he 
came inside us both." 

"What'd you watch?" 

"Sadie wanted to watch The Little Mermaid but that's just kind of 
like...boring." She made an annoyed motion with her hands. "It's such an 
old movie. Kids stuff. So we switched to the Family channel. Bruce liked 
that." 

The Family channel would have meant something different when I was a 
kid. Now they featured entertainment that families watched when they 
wanted to have fun together. Porn usually, little girls of every age 
getting fucked, hardcore or softcore with stories for those who liked 
that. Cam and I had a few favorite shows. The notion of a girl too young 
to be shown getting reamed on camera no longer existed. 

The thought of another man's cock squeezing home in my little girl's 
cunt was getting me all worked up. Bruce was a good friend. I looked 
after Sadie when she needed it and he took care of Camilla. There 
weren't really any official recommendations, but most girls seemed to 
get antsy if they went over 8 hours without sex, and Cam, in her usual 
hyperactive way, could barely go more than 4. So I usually had someone 
check up on her if she was going to be home while I was at work. The 
couch was right there. She would have bounced her little naked body on 
his rigid cock with her typical enthusiasm and then squealed when she 
felt the scalding semen shooting up inside of her. 

Camilla squared her shoulders and preened under my stare. She liked it 
when her Daddy looked at her. The straining flesh of my prick was about 
to burst open my pants from looking at my 10-year-old daughter. 

"Turn around sweetie." 

She turned her back to me obediently and I crouched down, running my 
hands down her sides and feeling her curves through the thin fabric of 
the yellow dress. So precious. I ran my fingers through her red hair, 
smelling the floral shampoo. Cam arched her neck and leaned 
back with a smile. My daughter was so sweet, all bright enthusiasm and 
boundless little girl energy. My hands went farther down, over her 
slender hips, and pulled up the yellow dress to see two perfect little 
globes of flesh neatly cupped by a little white pair of cotton panties. 

"Daddy!" She giggled girlishly, melting in my arms. I knew my daughter 
inside and out, could feel her horny currents barely concealed under the 
surface. A touch on her shoulder, and she lifted her arms over her head. 
I gathered the skirt and then pulled the dress up over her head, 
exposing my baby girl's naked body. 

I let her turn around again and look at me, her customary smile with 
just a hint of a smirk plastered on her face. God she was lovely. 
Supple, slender, a flat, prepubescent chest with just the perfect amount 
of curve to her hips and roundness to her shoulders. Her belly was 
smooth and tight. 10 years old, and not a day had gone by that I hadn't 
shoved my raging prick between the pretty lips of her mouth or into the 
squeezing tunnel of her cunt or into the chocolate warmth of her 
puckering little butt. She was almost that age, too. 11 was the average 
age of fertility now. More side effects. Some families considered 
marrying their daughters off this young, if pregnancy was on the table. 
It was their choice and everyone had to decide for themselves. But I 
couldn't bear the thought of my baby girl ever leaving the nest. By this 
time next year, that tight belly would probably be swelling up with my 
baby, assuming one wasn't already growing inside her. 

The pain in my pants was threatening to splinter my tortured flesh. 
"Come on sweetie," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the couch. 

"Is this where you and Bruce fucked?" I asked. 

She nodded. I sat on the couch and leaned back, crotch tenting my pants 
obscenely. At a gesture from me, she reached out and unbuckled my belt, 
pulling back the flaps and helping me with my underwear until an 
engorged stick of red meat sprung out. 

"Jeez Daddy," she giggled. Cam always thought the springy energy of my 
erect cock was somehow deliberate. She reached out and brushed it with 
her fingers, setting it bouncing in the air. 

"Ummph," the simple touch of my daughter's fingers on my prick sent a 
shiver racing down my spine. I couldn't wait any longer. I reached out, 
grabbing the waistband of her cotton panties by the hips and pulling 
them down, then helping her step out of them. My little girl stood in 
front of me completely naked, the delicate flower of her hairless little 
pussy peeping out from between her legs. 

"Show me how he fucked you," I panted. The thought of shoving my cock 
into my little girl got me hard as a rock, but so did the thought of 
other men doing it. We had shared Christmas with Bruce's family, and 
after opening presents I had fucked his little girl Sadie until she 
hollered while he did the same with Camilla in front of me. There were 
few things hotter than watching a fat cock stuffed into your daughters 
cute little cunt. It had been a great Christmas. I still had the tape. 

Cam climbed up on me on the couch, straddling my legs with an eager grin 
on her face. 

"Well Daddy first we started like this." She turned around and plopped 
on my lap, my cock thumping between the crack of her buttcheeks. "We 
watched TV for a while. Sadie was sitting with us and she gave me Billy 
to pet. He was soooooo cute Daddy." She leaned back and craned her neck 
to look up at me, flexing my cock painfully back against my stomach. 

"He was just resting for a little bit as I sat on Bruce's lap like 
this." She made a cuddling motion with her arms. " But then he started 
moving around and he jumped in my dress!" She mimed the little critter 
moving up her chest and disappearing under her neckline. I rubbed my 
little girl's naked shoulders and chest as I pictured it, the girls 
laughing and squirming as the furry lump moved around under the thin 
yellow fabric. 

"What happened then?" I asked. 

"Well Sadie thought it was hilarious, but Bruce he said we should get 
him out before he got squished. He pulled up my dress like this Daddy." 
Her hands stroked slowly up from her thighs to her hips. "He was really 
hard. Billy had run around to my back so he reached up inside to find 
him." Her eyes twinkled as she moved my hands, pantomiming the questing 
fingers on her body. The iron rod squeezing against her bottom was proof 
of how excited she was making her Daddy. 

"Hmmm, did he go around like this?" My hands caressed their way down her 
naked back and stopped at her buttcheeks. I gave them a squeeze, 
enjoying the pleasing squish of my 10-year-old girl's rump. 

"Yeah Daddy." Cam was panting heavily. "He rubbed my butt for a while. 
It felt...so..." her head lolled back against my shoulder, nostrils 
flaring. "It's was just like that Daddy." Body twitching, she arranged 
herself against me. "You know that's my favorite spo-EEEP!" 

A little jerk whipped its way through her arms and legs when I tapped 
her butthole, cutting her off. The sweet slopes of her bottom fell away 
to the tiny, puckering divot. The feeling of it pressing up against the 
underside of my throbbing cock was indescribable. 

"Did he find Billy down here?" I teased, keeping the pressure on her 
bottom. 

"No Daddy he-....uhhh, he ran around in front." Her eyes were glazing 
over from the feeling of her Daddy's big hands rubbing her naked body. 
She was such a slender girl. Both of her soft asscheeks fit in my palms 
with room to spare. 

"Oh? So did Bruce go...here?" 

Hungry fingertips inched over her thighs and dived to find the hairless 
cleft between her legs. Hazy heat was fogging my brain, the erotic 
vision of my sexy little girl with her skirt hiked up and Bruce's 
fingers dipping into her panties. 

"Yeah, he rubbed my pussy for a little bit. Billy was...was wiggling 
around on my stomach." The rising heat was coaxing a flush on her chest 
as she tripped on her words. "We even...eventually got him out. and 
S-Sadie held him..." She gave up and arched her head against my shoulder 
to look up at me. 

"Daddy..." She batted her eyes up at me, green orbs pregnant with her 
desperate request. I could feel her moving against me, stroking her 
Daddy's body to feel the firm desire of his cock against her bottom. 
What father could say no when his little girl looked at him with that 
hungry expression? Few things could match the wild appetite of a horny 
10-year-old girl, and Camilla had boundless energy. I drifted off to 
sleep every night with her cuddled up in my arms, the sucking warmth of 
her pussy wrapped exquisitely around my cock, and every morning I woke 
to her tongue and lips savoring her Daddy's taste under the blanket. 

But I was going to tease her just a little bit longer. I stopped rubbing 
her pussy and put my hands behind my head, grinning and leaning back on 
the couch. 

"You said you started out like this sweetie. Show me how you finished." 

"Dad!" Cam adopted the huffy pout that she always did when her daddy's 
fingers left her crotch early. I just grinned at the quivering lip and 
soulful, pleading look on her face. 

"Ok fine. He had me turn around like this." She matched the words with 
action, turning around on her knees on the couch until she was facing 
me, straddling my thighs. Slippery friction gripped the underside of my 
manhood as it rubbed up against my daughter's slit. 

"I did this for a little bit. Bruce really likes it." She moved her 
pelvis in slow motions, sliding her cunt along the bulging girth of my 
meat. Searing heat radiated from our contact. My cock surged painfully, 
desperate for the sucking warmth of the little hole just above it. Cam 
kept up the rhythm, pussy juice lubricating the rapturous slide until 
the bottom of my cock glistened. 

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. The naked, wiggling 10-year-old on 
my lap was threatening to push my cock into overdrive. It flexed 
agonizingly, a throbbing rod purpling with desire for my little girl's 
body. In one smooth motion I swept her up in my arms and stood up. Cam 
laughed and kicked her legs in delight as she always did when her Daddy 
picked her up. Light as a feather. Sweet as sunlight. She giggled and 
nuzzled my arm as I carried her down the hallway to bed. 

A father has a duty to his little girl. If anything, our society 
emphasized that even more now. Deadbeat dads had been a commonplace 
thing when I was little, but now they were almost unheard of. Preachers 
and prudes had harped on the virtues of abstinence. I had seen them on 
TV when sex was still a mystery to my young mind. Now they had been 
replaced with others preaching love and care and devotion to the little 
girls of the world. There was something I understood. Nothing meant more 
to me than the innocent smile of the little princess in my arms, 
looking up at her Daddy with adoration and hunger in her eyes. 

I laid Camilla down gently on the sheet and took a moment to admire the 
slender curves of her naked body. Sunlight from the sheer curtains 
moved over her youthful skin, teasing ripples playing on her flat chest, 
on the adorable slopes of her tummy and hips. My eyes feasted as they 
rolled down my daughter's body to the peeping cleft between her legs, a 
layer of slick wetness coating the slopes of her tiny hairless lips 

I had always wanted to look after Camilla myself. I had no need to 
enroll her in SOEF classes - I was able to teach my little girl 
everything she needed to know about sex right here, in our room, in the 
bed we had shared together since she left the crib. In truth, I had 
barely had to teach her anything. Cam was smart as a whip and she picked 
up on every subtle hint of her Daddy's desire with almost no need for 
explanation. How to get a man hot, how to undress and make herself 
ready, how to take a cock in her mouth and make it at home with just the 
right amount of attention or how to take a fattened prick up her rear 
end without crying out and without it hurting - normally a girl could 
learn these things in school, but Cam had always been the perfect 
student at home. The sweet smile on her face and the gently inviting way 
that she spread her legs and rubbed her thighs for Daddy came as 
instinctively as walking and talking had. 

Straddling my little girl, I bent down and kissed one of her nipples, 
gently twisting the other with my fingers. The tiny fingers curling in 
my hair told me how much she liked this even before the pressure of my 
lips coaxed a breathy, girlish gasp from her mouth. 

"Daaaaaad," the word warbled from her lips like the coo of a pigeon. I 
kissed her neck, letting my hands flex against the soft skin of her flat 
chest. A flutter was building in my daughter's thighs. I let up the 
pressure for a moment, feeling how she was wiggling under me like a 
worm, impatient, scooting her back on the sheets to try to coax her 
Daddy's dangling meat to slide against her pussy. Cam was bursting with 
energy. 

I buried her in a kiss, squeezing her to the sheets, then hooked my 
hands tightly under her armpits, and rolled over to put her on top of 
me. She squeaked at the sudden reversal, pigtails quivering as her head 
drooped forward. I knew the signs - I would have to wear Camilla out a 
bit if I didn't want to be in bed all evening. Not that I would have 
minded, but a 10-year-old can have ferocious energy in bed, and she'd 
have more fun spending it on top. 

"I missed you Daddy." She straddled my crotch, panting slightly. Golden 
sunlight from the windowblinds traced her body from behind, the 
silhouette of a slender angel. 

"I missed you too sweetie. I think about you all day." I rubbed my way 
up from her hips, grabbing her chest again and squeezing the tender 
points until she moaned and bit her lip. 

"Summer vacation's almost here baby. We'll have a lot more time together 
then." 

"Yeah Daddy. Can we go on a trip again?" 

I had taken her to the beach for a month last year. It had been 
glorious, the pair of us swimming and playing on the beachfront during 
the day and making love on the balcony of our hotel room during the 
evenings, enjoying the sunsets and the warm breezes from the ocean. 
Camilla had been adorable in the little string bikini I had bought her. 

"Of course hon. We can go to the beach again, or wherever you want." 

She nodded at me, a grin on her face like she had just won a prize. Cam 
never let me forget a promise. I was on the hook now. As if that was all 
she had been waiting for, she leaned forward and raised her hips, 
sliding her hand down to wrap around my cock and line it up with her 
blushing pussy lips. 

The blissful warmth of my daughter's sweet 10-year-old pussy enveloped 
the head of my cock, velvet lips parting and embracing her Daddy's prick 
until the glans popped just inside. A shudder raced up her body, and her 
neck twitched as her jaw tightened from the pressure of the massive rod 
perched at her gates. Camilla was still just a tiny girl, and the sight 
of a full grown man's penis pressing up into her little cunt looked like 
an impossibility, but she was a good girl and she knew how to relax and 
welcome her Daddy's cock inside. 

With a grunting noise, she let herself down slightly, popping an inch of 
throbbing cock into her steaming insides. I could feel the resistance, 
eager though she was. A tiny girl tends to have a tiny cunt, and going 
too fast for her would just hurt. I squeezed her hips with my palms, 
letting her control the pace. A brief rest and a push got another inch 
of her Daddy's meat inside. I gave her an encouraging smile, meeting her 
gaze, her eyes glazed over with lust and passion. 

"Doing good princess." I squeezed her butt for good measure as she 
panted and pushed again. Her hairless little cunt lips had spread wide 
around my prick, straining visibly around the flesh of her Daddy's 
fuckstick. 

"Mmmmph. Dad, Daddeeeee-" she groaned and shoved the rest of the way 
down, burying my full length inside her pussy. It's like a sight from 
heaven, watching your 10-year-old daughter slowly impale herself on your 
throbbing erection. Camilla shuddered from head to toe and pulled 
herself into a light bouncing motion, exulting in the sliding pressure 
of the engorged cock inside her. 

"Sweetie, oh baby-" I whispered. Sparks flickered up from the sizzling 
heat in my crotch, swirling into a pink buzz in my head as my little 
girl bounced on top of me. She had leaned back slightly, getting a 
deeper angle, using her legs to raise herself slowly up and then sink 
back down with a mewling groan each time until her Daddy's cock bottomed 
out inside her. 

How many little girls had my cock been inside today? I had almost lost 
count. Camilla of course, being woken up by the firm shaft of my morning 
wood pressing against her behind. A little girl should always get a good 
fuck before school. And Amber, such a wonderful student. We had 
practiced anal in my office before classes started while Jim gave her 
tips. Even with the lube we kept in there she was a tight fit, but the 
9-year-old was getting a little better. The twins during class, and 
sweet little Emily. Sally, semen dripping off her grinning lips right as 
the bell rang to end class, dashing out the door with white goop running 
down her chin. 

But for a father, nothing could ever really compare to the bliss of your 
own daughter's cunt. Cam pushed herself into a harder bouncing motion on 
top of me, biting her lip as her Daddy's prick strained her tiny cunt 
lips and plunged inside. It was pure heaven between those thighs, my 
little girl's juices slicking my cock to a shine while her cunt muscles 
spasmed joyfully around the bulging flesh. Sweet, bubbly, affectionate, 
and with a wide streak of mischief that got her into trouble more often 
than not - Cam was everything to me, and of all the delightful little 
holes it was pushed inside each day, my throbbing cock still loved my 
baby girl's cunny best. I wondered what her life would have been like if 
she had been born in my generation; not nearly as happy, probably. Why 
should a little girl be denied the many pleasures of having sex with her 
father? But Cam loved me fiercely, loved my cock anywhere I put it, and 
I couldn't have imagined a life without my little princess's body 
pressing up against me every time she was horny. 

Her hands were planted on my chest, her mouth hanging open, panting, 
humping away on my meat with pigtails bouncing loose against her back. 
God my little girl was sexy. She was pushing me into overdrive. Did my 
little 10-year-old sweetheart want her Daddy's cock so bad? I was going 
to give it to her. Wrapping my arms around her back, I pulled her down 
to my chest, then grabbed her little asscheeks with both hands. Tiny and 
plump, they fit perfectly. She always fit. I began pushing up, slamming 
her pelvis down with each thrust. Her Daddy's wild motions and the 
moaning in her ear drove her wild. She convulsed against my chest, 
fingers curling into my chest hair. She was such a tiny thing. The sweet 
pair of buds on her flat chest scraped against mine. Suddenly, her arms 
clamped my sides and her thighs started to shake out of control as her 
orgasm rolled up from the pumping motion of our connection. I wasn't far 
behind. Watching the contortions of pleasure wash over my little girl's 
body and face pushed me over the edge, and I rammed her butt down with a 
final motion that rocked the bed, burying as much of her father's cock 
inside her as I could. The creamy flood erupted deep inside, semen 
spewing out into the tight channel of her cunt and finding nowhere to go 
in the strained space but right up into her womb. I pushed again, 
grinding against her, heat roiling in my balls as we shook together 
in the familiar intimate embrace of a father with his daughter. Sweat 
slicked between our stomachs, our legs struggled against each other, and 
the crushing waves of ecstasy peaked as my twitching balls emptied 
themselves in wild spurts. Cam moaned against me crazily. Finally it 
ebbed, bliss smoothing itself out into a hazy sheen that coated our 
senses as we lay together on the bed, arms locked around each other. 

Golden sunlight from the window played over us as we rested on the bed, 
breathing heavily. The warmth slowly spread across Cam's back and my 
arms, mixing with the contended afterglow of the sweet bond of passion 
we shared as father and daughter. I nuzzled my little girl, kissing the 
tangled red locks of her hair, kissing her delicate earlobes, planting 
smooches on her forehead until she giggled and raised her head off my 
chest so I could push my lips against her mouth. Her breath was hot, 
sweaty, and her lips pushed back eagerly against my own, moaning the 
contented sounds of a freshly-fucked little girl. 

"Love you Daddy." Cam moved her arms up to hug my neck and flexed her 
hips, teasing me where my half-hard prick was still stuffed inside her, 
keeping a load of daddy sperm buried inside. 

"Love you too Cam." I patted her back and drifted in my post-orgasm 
haze. In a little bit I'd have to get up and grade papers, but for now 
it was enough to lay here in the waning afternoon sun with my daughter 
on top of me. 

"Hey Daddy?" 

Cam had shifted her head where it was resting on my chest, curls of red 
hair brushing my neck. My fingers found the warm spot on her back and 
massaged it gently, enjoying the tender shape of her prepubescent body. 
We were so cozy I was about to fall asleep, but I realized she was 
looking up at me. 

"Am I going to have a baby?" 

That woke me up. Cam knew about babies, about pregnancy, of course. I 
had always taught her well and answered all her questions until she was 
satisifed. But we hadn't really, well...we hadn't talked about our own 
specific circumstances yet. It had been on my mind, for sure, and now I 
knew it was on hers too. 

"You're almost that age sweetie." I let my fingers run through her hair. 
"Maybe one or two more years. We could, if you wanted to, but it's a 
really big responsibility and we need to make sure we're both ready 
first. Have you been thinking about it?" 

She paused for a moment, fingers twined in the curls of my chest hair as 
I kneaded her back. The question hung in the air, even more relevant 
with a helping of my semen stuffed in my daughter's womb and plugged 
tight with a cock still partly swelling with excitement. I had to admit, 
the thought was intensely arousing. Little Cam, my angel, hollering as I 
bent her over and filled her with cum to make a baby, little Cam, 
pregnant belly swelling up more with each passing day, growing proof of 
her Daddy's love inside her. She was a thin girl. If I impregnated her 
after she turned 11, the enormous belly would still be hard on her tiny 
frame. 

Finally she nodded. "Yeah. You know my friend from school, Tanya? She's 
12 now. But she's already starting to show. She looks so happy. She's 
not sure if it's from her dad or her uncle or her brother though. They 
could get tested but I don't think they care much. She seems so happy." 

I kept petting her hair. In-family pregnancies weren't that uncommon now 
for girls, though marrying out was still the usual practice. HTV's 
radical changes on the human genome were still being studied, but some 
effects had been known for a long time. Inbreeding was not an issue 
anymore. Lateral vectors of DNA expression during ovary development, or 
something like that. The science was beyond me. But pregnancy and 
marriage were now purely social matters, with most of the old barriers 
already gone. 

"Honey." I pulled gently at her chin to get her to look up at me again. 
Green eyes, so lovely I could lose myself in them. They were filled with 
uncertainty. 

"If that's what you want sweetie, then yes, we can have a baby. It's 
still a little ways off Cam. You'll probably be fertile next year, and 
we can try then. Ok Hon?" 

She burst into a happy grin and hugged me around the chest again. Maybe 
she had been hoping for something more immediate, judging by her eyes, 
but Camilla was a smart girl. We'd talk again when she turned 11, and I 
could get her tested so we'd know beforehand exactly when we could start 
trying. The science of human fertility had never been more advanced. 

"Ok sweetie." I slapped her little naked ass as she wiggled happily. 
"Daddy's got to do work at some point tonight. Let me up." 

"But DAD!" All at once she had turned from happy giggles to wounded 
doe-eyes. "You promised we'd go to the park!" 

Oh shoot. Now I remembered. I *had* promised her, two days ago. 

"Honey I really have to do some work. Maybe we can go tomorrow. I 
think-" 

Those eyes. They stared at me, disappointment springing from the green 
depths. My heart wrenched. Cam's lip was quivering, the little girl on 
the verge of meltdown. 

"Ok! Ok we'll go sweetie." 

"Yay! Thanks Daddy!" That mortally wounded look disappeared in an 
instant. All an act. Cam could play me like a fiddle. What father could 
deny his daughter when she looked at him like that? 

She hopped off me and tumbled off the bed, and I sat up, slightly woozy. 
Judging by the sun we'd have plenty of time at the park. Maybe I could 
get papers graded tonight. 

I reached into the dresser and pulled out the first thing I could find 
for Cam. She held her arms up with a grin, and I dropped the frilly pink 
dress over her shoulders and watched lecherously as she wiggled her body 
to pull it the rest of the way down. What a ravishing body my little 
girl had, perfect for rubbing, perfect for squeezing, perfect for every 
kind of fun you could have with a little girl. Ignoring the returning 
warmth in my crotch, I fished out some more clothes from the dresser for 
me. 

After a few minutes, we were ready. Cam waited patiently, for once, as I 
locked up, then I held her hand as we walked out to the car. 

                                  ~*~                                  

Camilla was out the door and dashing over the pavement almost before the 
car stopped moving, a boundless ball of squealing girlish energy. She 
ran onto the freshly-mowed lawn of the park, scattering a squad of 
languid pigeons, laughing at their squawks of protest. 

"Dad! Dad can I go on the monkey bars?! Can I?" She bobbed on her toes 
like a nervous frog, the skirt of her pink dress bouncing around her 
thighs as I got out of the car. "They're over there. No WAIT!" Her 
attention had already flitted to something else. "The horsies! Daddy can 
I go on the horsies? Please please please?!" 

I couldn't help but laugh as I laid a hand on her shoulder to calm her. 
"Of course sweetie. Whatever you want." The words had barely left my 
mouth when she grabbed my arm and hauled me like baggage towards the far 
corner of the park. Cam was always like this: a hyperactive sweetheart 
bursting at the seams with wildly kinetic girlishness. About the only 
time she slowed down was right after I had given her a proper fucking 
and made her cum shrieking on the end of her Daddy's thick cock, and 
even then, unless I got her to sleep, she'd be back to her normal 
frenetic level of energy within an hour. 

The park was gorgeous in the summer: gently curving pavement wound slow 
paths through wide spaces of green grass and around groves of willow and 
cedar, sparrows dancing playfully among their branches. Cultivated 
flowerbeds were blossoming into clusters of red and orange and white. A 
light breeze and a mild sun capped off the perfect day. Cam had finally 
slowed a bit, and I switched to holding her hand as we trotted along the 
path. 

This was a place for children and families. Kids dashed over the grass, 
screaming and hollering, chasing each other and playing tag, usually as 
their parents walked at a somewhat slower pace behind them. We passed a 
nuclear family out for a stroll, exchanging pleasant smiles - a mom and 
dad and their son, and a baby girl in the stroller, judging by the pink 
bow. A pair of boys were tossing an orange ball, laughing and playing a 
good-natured keepaway from their sister, a squealing 8-year-old who kept 
running back and forth yelling about how unfair they were. Dad sat on a 
bench nearby, looking a bit worn but not unhappy. I couldn't help but 
see most girls through the eyes of my SOEF training. If she were 8, she 
was probably already sexually active. I wondered if she was getting her 
needs met by a boyfriend, or which of her brothers or father was 
stuffing it in her little pussy at night - or if all 3 were enjoying 
her. 

There were plenty of people here, enjoying the sunshine. Family life was 
more important than ever, but society had greatly expanded its notion of 
what could be a proper family. A trio passed us by - a boy around 18 and 
a girl, slightly younger, pregnant, the pair of them smiling happily and 
followed by an older woman around 30. Young marrieds, probably, and she 
could have been his mother or hers. Women's libido barely slowed down at 
all as they got older, and at 18 the boy may have had enough stamina to 
keep up with them both. A triangle wasn't that unusual. They might even 
be brother and sister. We didn't judge. 

"Dad come oooooooon!" Cam yanked my arm impatiently until I thought she 
would wrench it out of the socket. We had reached the edge of a wide 
play area of soft dirt and sand. Kids laughed and screeched as they 
played among the jungle of monkey bars and swingsets and clattered up 
the ladders and down the slides of the many forts. 

"Ok sweetie ok," I chuckled. "Give your dad a break." 

That just made Cam pull even harder. She changed course and towed me 
over to the nearest toys: a long row of teeter totters. They were the 
new-style toys, probably installed by the city within the last 5 years 
to give the girls some extra fun. Cam bounced up and down next to the 
girl's end of a long purple length of fiberglass, waiting for me to help 
her. 

My jeans wrenched my anatomy painfully to the side as I crouched to help 
her on. Hard already. Playgrounds always did this to me; they were 
designed to. After a quick squeeze of my daughter's chest - earning an 
aroused giggle - I helped her pull the skirts of her pink dress up to 
her waist, exposing her little pussy. With a hungry finger I inspected 
my daughter, touching the delicate slit between her puffy hairless lips. 
Wet enough, I thought. Good. I had cum in her an hour ago but Cam's 
horniness was always a given. 

Hands on her naked hips, I guided her to straddle the end of the teeter 
totter, then grabbed the flexible plastic dildo mounted to the surface 
with a fist. 

"Ok honey. Scootch up a bit." I guided the flaring tip until it rested 
against the lips of my daughter's prepubescent cunt. 

"There you go." I rested a hand on her back and guided her down onto it, 
helping her penetrate herself on the translucent plastic. 

"Mmmmph." Cam bit her lip slightly as her little girl cunt was spread 
open and filled up by the toy. Her arms shook briefly, then steadied as 
she took hold of the little handle in front of her waist. I let her 
skirt drop back down. 

"Good girl." I kissed her on the top of her head. "Not too big?" 

"It's fine. Come on Daddy!" She motioned me to the other end, grinning 
eagerly, but the shift made her wince just a bit. 

Having a loving daughter was like having a second sun in your life, I 
reflected. A weight in the center adjusted the balance of the beam. I 
pushed it to the setting for an adult and a child, then went to the 
elevated end and straddled it. Cam was already bucking just a bit on her 
seat, enjoying the feel of her cunt being spread open. Her grin made her 
look like the happiest little 10-year-old girl that had ever lived 
because her Daddy was playing with her. 

"Ok hon. Heeeere we go." I plopped by butt down on the seat, driving the 
plastic shaft up into my daughter's cunt. Cam squeaked as she was lifted 
off the ground. 

"Aaaaah, aah!" Her legs wiggled and kicked in midair, then touched down 
lightly as I went back up. I pushed again, and we seesawed together, the 
beam squeaking back and forth as Cam laughed with delight. 

"Higher Daddy! Higher! Come on g-OOOF." A particularly hard landing 
forced the breath out of her. I grinned wickedly. Camilla never asked to 
slow down. She always wanted everything bigger, faster, harder. My cock 
ached in my pants, watching the lust that glazed my daughter's face as 
we picked up speed. Her face twitched with pleasure and her pigtails 
slapped against her shoulders each time she crested, and the eye-bulging 
jerk each time she hit bottom was icing on the cake. 

Up went the purple beam, carrying my daughter's bare bottom underneath 
the frilly pink dress, then down again, slapping the plastic shaft into 
her little cunny. Up again, my legs pumping, and down. Cam's thighs 
twitched and her arms shook against the handle. She came down soft, legs 
trembling, and I jerked my bottom to give her a nice thrust upward 
again. She squeaked and I could see the excitement bubbling just under 
the surface. I took over, using my weight to push the saw back down on 
my side, then heaving it upwards and delivering another pounding thrust 
to my little girl. 

"Aaammff, mmmmff! D-daddy!" Camilla squeaked her pleasure as her orgasm 
raced up from the pounding tempo of our motion. I gave her a few more 
bangs, reading her signs, then shoved her down into a hard landing that 
slammed the plastic girth into her pussy with urgent force. She shrieked 
and vibrated on the end of the teeter totter, face flushed and muscles 
racing, hands locked to the little metal handle as her body quaked its 
way to orgasm. 

A glowing, satisfied expression coated her face when she opened her eyes 
and saw me crouching beside her. 

"Thanks Daddy. That was fun." 

I pulled her dress up and held the plastic shaft steady as she slowly 
pulled herself off. A gooey trickle of pussy juice followed, and I wiped 
it up with my finger. 

"Thanks Daddy," she giggled. Before I could reply, she wrapped her lips 
around my finger and sucked it lovingly, tasting herself as she looked 
up at me. God, what a little angel. No man would ever be able to resist 
those adorable freckles and the green eyes alight with horny desire. 

I laughed and gave her another kiss on the head. 

"Horsies now?" I asked. 

"HORSIEEEEES!" She shrieked and grabbed my arm and we were off again, 
Cam dragging me behind her as if she were a girlish locomotive. 

We passed a wider area with a group of kids playing tag while their 
parents watched. One father sat with his wife on one of the benches with 
a girl Cam's age straddling his lap, her shirt pulled up to her chest 
and giggling as he tickled her nipple. His other hand was buried 
under her skirt, squeezing happily. I smiled. It was always such a 
pleasant sight to see families playing together. Sponsoring and 
encouraging healthy relationships in the family was such an important 
part of my work. SOEF was as much about social work as education. 

A group of girls passed us coming the other way. Most were in the 6-10 
range, and the instructor leading them was a dead giveaway: a gorgeous 
brunette around 20, stark naked, extremely pregnant, and leading one of 
the younger girls by the hand. A SOEF worker guiding her class of girls. 

"No Kathy." The brunette smiled, addressing her group of girls as they 
walked. "Remember that babies take 9 months to grow. It doesn't hurt, 
but sometimes you feel sick in the mornings. It's very important to go 
to the doctor often." 

"But doesn't it feel weird having a stretchy stomach all the time?" The 
snub-nosed girl was holding the woman's hand as they walked, eyeing her 
swaying breasts and pregnant belly with a slightly awed expression. "It 
seems heavy. And can you really still do it if you're pregnant?" 

"Don't worry Kathy." The instructor smiled down warmly at her charge. 
"It's still just as much fun, even if you do feel a bit heavy sometimes. 
Why don't you have a feel?" 

The class stopped, and the naked woman beckoned her girls to come 
closer. 

"Come on, don't be shy," she said. "This is what a girl's belly feels 
like when she's holding a baby." 

Kathy and the others gathered in a half-circle to rest their hands on 
the taut flesh of the distended belly, oohing and aahing. 

"Oh!" Kathy dropped her hand and lurched backwards into her classmates. 
"It moved!" 

"He kicked." The woman's giggle was delightfully effeminate. "I told you 
he's been moving around a lot lately. He's due in a couple of weeks." 

Cam was pulling my arm so we hurried on, but not before the pregnant 
woman caught my eye and flashed me a brief wink. Women usually handled 
the finer details of pregnancy education for the girls in SOEF, and her 
expression said she had immediately pegged me as a kindred spirit. 
Neither of us would have been in this field if we didn't love the work 
and love the girls under our care. 

All of the rapid, desperate research in the wake of HTV had given rise 
to countless advancements in medical science. Pregnancy was safe for a 
girl at any age. Birth control was virtually foolproof, though rarely 
used - putting a baby in a little girl's tummy was too much fun for most 
men to pass up. STDs had been eradicated, though that was also partially 
due to the virus' genetic adaptations. Vaccination programs had further 
augmented the immune systems of the general population over the years 
until such things were virtually unknown. Adults under 20 had no 
experience with such things, barely remembered they had existed. Nobody 
had to worry. SOEF curriculum held that there was no reason to impair 
the natural advancement of any girl's sexual curiosity, and so every 
aspect of sexual education was thoroughly explored, including conception 
and the process of pregnancy. 

Camilla interrupted my musings by tearing away from my arm, screeching. 
Around a dozen fiberglass bodies were mounted on large springs that were 
affixed to the ground - cars, trains, stylized horses, even a pair of 
dolphins. Cam ran a laughing path through them, pushing them aside and 
watching them rock back and forth. Monkeybars and a jungle gym rested 
just on the other side of the gravelled area. 

"Daddy can I get on this one? Is it ok?" Cam had finally halted next to 
one of the toys: a red scooter with a rounded seat and handlebars, 
suspended about three feet off the ground by the large spring under it. 

"Let's see sweetie." I bent down to inspect the seat - it was about the 
right size. Maybe a tad on the large size. All the toys were in 
different sizes to accommodate girls of different ages. I definitely 
wouldn't want to get Cam onto something too big and have her hurt 
herself. Sometimes she got just a little bit too eager and I had to 
reign her in. 

"I think it's ok-" Cam cut me off by raising her arms up over her head. 
Hurry up you slowpoke, her expression said. I just laughed, and stood 
behind her so I could hoist her up by her armpits and get her onto the 
seat. Her feet touched down tentatively on the foot pedals as I held 
her. 

"Ok honey. Hold the handles." I shifted her body slightly, lining her 
up. The foot pedals were far forward so she didn't have any vertical 
leverage except for holding the handles. Once she was settled, I bent 
down and hoisted up the skirts of her frilly pink dress. 

"Ok now hold still." I wrapped a fist around the curving plastic dildo 
affixed to the seat of the scooter and lined it up at my daughter's 
cunt. The tiny nubs on the surface prickled against my fingers. Cam 
wiggled eagerly when she felt the pointed head brush up against her 
pussy lips, spreading them slightly around the plastic glans. 

With a shudder and a sigh, Cam relaxed her arms, sinking down onto the 
rigid length. Her eyes closed and her cheeks twitched and a little 
squeak came from her mouth as she sank first an inch, and then another, 
the plastic girth with its little rings of nubs slowly disappearing into 
her cunt. I stood up and rubbed her shoulders as my little girl 
penetrated herself. Her head rolled back against my chest, wearing a 
glazed expression. 

"Push me Daddy." She almost panted the words. She had just cum, but she 
was as horny as ever. With a smile I grabbed the rear of the scooter and 
gave it a gentle tug, setting it in motion. The slow wobble back and 
forth brought another twitching fit to my daughter's face. Her eyes 
squeezed shut, and a low moan escaped from somewhere deep in her throat. 

It was a sublime sight: the gorgeous day with its cool breeze chasing 
away the heat, and the patchwork of sunlight that filtered through the 
trees playing over my little girl's excited face as she worked her cunt 
in the middle of the public playground. I gave her another push, rocking 
the scooter front to back in an easy rhythm, letting her pink skirts 
swish around her thighs. The shiver in her legs passed up through her 
hips and chest, ending in the visible quiver of her lips. She was almost 
all the way down on her seat, the last inch of plastic buried in her 
sucking cunt. 

"Wheeeee!" Cam was having the time of her life. "Faster, D-Daddy, push 
me. Faster!" The stutter in her voice was unmistakable. I could read the 
pleasure rippling on my little girl's face as the rocking motion gently 
worked the dildo in her little pussy. Back and forth. Her thighs were 
shaking, twitching the fabric of her dress. Her shaking arms held tight 
to the handles despite the pleasure racking her tiny body. 

Was there anything lovelier than the sight of a little girl in the 
throes of carnal delight? Cam's pigtails jerked and her back arched 
suddenly, the rising wave of ecstasy plain on her face. I shoved the 
plastic scooter even faster, letting her sway, letting her feel the firm 
material stroke her pussy walls with the motions. God my daughter looked 
good when she was being fucked. That twisted passion on her face as she 
gasped breathlessly for more speed made every part of me swell with 
pleasure. 

I gave one last heave forward and let her rock back hard into my waist, 
taking care that the rear of the scooter didn't smash the aching hardon 
in my pants. Her legs had fallen off the pedals. They hung loose, 
shivering, then jerking with climax as gravity pulled her body fully down 
onto the jutting extension. Under those pink skirts I knew the delicate 
little pussy lips were straining around the plastic girth, moisture 
beading on the rims and trickling down to pool on the seat. 

As my daughter's orgasm rose up under her, I hugged her to my waist and 
yanked the shoulder straps of her little pink dress down over her 
shoulders, then pushed the top down. Her tiny pink nipples were exposed, 
thrusting proudly from her prepubescent chest. My fingers went to work, 
twisting and pinching, grinning down at her as she lolled her head back 
against my stomach, eyes dilated, mouth working around a girlish moan. I 
locked her eyes with my own and squeezed tight, sending her low moan 
rising in pitch until it became a squeak of pleasure. 

"Da-Daaaaaaaaaddy..." Her long, passionate cry was a love-letter to the 
pleasure of my hands on her chest and the ample girth stuffed between 
her legs. I let her gasp and squeal and shake herself out in my arms, 
holding my little girl tight, guiding her through the heady rush of 
orgasm as I had so many times before. 

The taut expression finally drained from her face and her limbs went 
slack. I held the scooter still for support as she leaned back into me, 
massaging her shoulders. A few errant beads of sweat dripped from her 
chin. 

Looking around, I realized a few more kids had joined us in this area of 
the playground: two young boys and a slightly older girl. About 13, I 
guessed. They didn't pay us any mind, a small girl and her Daddy 
enjoying sexual play together in public being nothing unusual to remark 
about. The girl shrieked in feigned annoyance at the boys - her younger 
brothers, apparently - then lifted her miniskirt and mounted one of the 
dolphins, slowly working the slippery shaft of plastic into her cunt as 
she took her seat. Her brothers waited impatiently, jostling each other 
to be the first to push her on the toy. 

And there was another girl, I realized with a start. She had snuck up 
next to us and stood with her hands clasped shyly behind her back, 
smiling. 

"Hi Mr. Renner. Hi Cammie." 

"Julie!" 

My arms were still wrapped around Camilla, tweaking her nipples gently 
as she warbled in post-orgasmic bliss, but my mind took a trip down 
memory lane. The little girl standing there in the airy blue dress that 
fluttered lightly in the breeze had been a good friend to my daughter, 
to us both really. A white ribbon was tied in a bow in her hair, and the 
demure smile on her face was captivating, adorable, like a model from a 
little girl's clothing magazine. Exactly like I remembered her. Still 
achingly pretty, but a year older now. 11 now. 

And if she were here in town then that meant... 

"Ben!" I laughed in shock when I turned around and saw him. Early 30s, 
light stubble, fringes of blonde hair peeking out from under his 
baseball cap. That wide, toothy grin was every bit as disarming as I 
remembered it. 

"You rascal!" He laughed, then I found myself in a surprise hug, Ben 
pounding me on the back with glee. He politely ignored the erection 
tenting my pants. 

"You haven't changed a bit," I chuckled. "You and Julie both." 

He squeezed an arm around his daughter's shoulders affectionately. "Same 
for you and Cam, buddy. What's it been, a year already?" 

I hoisted Camilla up off the scooter, letting the dildo slide out with a 
wet popping sound and wave in the air, then set her feet on the ground. 

"About. How's the new job working out?" 

"Hard work, but the best gig I ever had. Only came back this week to 
take care of some business. You know we had 40 new dogs to train this 
year? Think about how many hours that is. Got to feed them, water them, 
clean them, exercise off all that puppy energy. And train them, of 
course." His grin widened at that. "Takes a lot out of you. But we have 
some swell girls. Most know their jobs pretty well. Beats construction 
by a long shot." He adjusted his cap as he talked, his characteristic 
tic whenever he was excited. Ben was a terrible poker player. 

"Sounds grand," I mused. "If a bit dirty. I'd still prefer teaching." 

"Well ya know, sometimes getting a bit dirty can be fun." He winked at 
Cam as he said this, and she giggled. "The girls seem to like it, and 
getting to watch the training is a major benefit." 

He looked down at Julie, his arms still wrapped around her shoulders. 
"Hey sweetie. Tell Cammie what you got for Christmas." 

"Daddy got me a big dog!" Julie blurted out. "He's named Bear and he's 
sooo cool. He's a mast...uh, a mastic something. Daddy?" 

"An A-class certified Mastiff-mix companion canine. Two hundred and ten 
pounds of solid girl-servicing animal." Ben could barely contain his 
pride. "Trained him myself. He was a favorite of the girls at the center 
too." 

"Yeah and he's like THIS BIG" - Julie held her hands as wide as they 
would go - "and his thingy is like this big." She held her hands at a 
more modest distance. "It's great. He's like so much fun Cammie. Daddy 
makes sure I feed him and walk him and he's always wanting to play. Do 
you have a dog Cammie?" 

"Not yet. Er-" She looked up at me, and I could already see the trap 
springing shut around me. Those soulful green eyes, batting their lashes 
coyly. How could I refuse anything they asked? 

"Daddy, can we get a doggy?" 

"I thought you wanted a hamster," I told her. 

"Well, I do, but can we maybe get a doggy too?" Camilla clutched my 
jeans with one hand, as though she had to pile on an extra layer of 
adorableness to get her curmudgeonly father to relent. 

"You know," Ben said, grinning, "I do have a nice German Shepherd about 
to graduate. His size and weight would qualify for a 10-year-old 
easily." 

I threw up my hands as though I had been forced into it. "Ok baby. We'll 
get you a dog. Just as soon as I can afford it ok?" 

Cam squealed and hugged me around the waist. Service dogs were expensive 
items, as raising and training and vetting their health and potency took 
quite some time. A certified animal was rigorously trained from 
puppyhood to be able to please a girl however she wanted it. They knew 
how to mount from behind or in front, they knew how to avoid scratching, 
how to deal with a girl half their weight, they followed commands, their 
sperm was top-quality, they'd sit still and let a girl suck them off or 
play with them, and in every way they operated as a fiercely loyal, 
protective, and passionate companion. Some people settled for untrained 
dogs or ones that had been through a 6-month training program, but a 
full-fledged service animal was so much better. Only the best for my 
little girl. 

"Good man." Ben play-acted punching me on the arm. "Gotta have the best, 
I always say." His knowing look said more than an encyclopedia. Our 
daughters meant the world to us, and they always got what they wanted. 

"And how have you been, tiger?" Ben glanced down at Camilla, leering at 
her bare chest where her pink dress was pulled down. "Been having some 
fun today?" 

"Daddy promised to take me to the park, but he almost forgot!" She 
huffed and crossed her arms, a pouty expression on her face. 

Ben laughed. "I'm sure he just got busy. Good thing you're there to 
remind him. I'll bet he can't forget anything with you around." 

A brief smile, a slight inclination of the head - that's all it took. 
Some understandings between men didn't need to be spoken, and Ben and 
Julie were old friends of ours anyway. This wouldn't be the first time. 
I let Ben talk to Camilla as I bent down in front of Julie. 

"Hey honey. I can barely believe it's been a year since I've seen you. 
How's life at the new school working out?" 

"Oh it's ok I guess," Julie said. "Moving kinda sucks and I only know a 
few people there. Our arts class is putting on a play for the school 
next month. It'll be in front of everyone." 

She blushed and smiled shyly again, her dimples showing. 

"There was this other girl in it but she dropped out, and now our 
teacher wants me to play the princess." 

"Well, I'm not surprised they picked you darling." I tapped her gently 
on the nose. "They'd be crazy to pass over someone so cute." 

She broke into her nervous, shy little giggle, and a blush stained her 
cheeks. "Aw stop it. You sound just like Daddy." 

"Well, he's right." I smiled warmly. "Princess in the making here." I 
wasn't kidding either. Julie was a blue-eyed little vixen the same age 
as Cam, with a cherub face and ears that stuck out from her hair like an 
elf. Her blue dress hugged her 11-year-old body in all the right places, 
and her blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, decorated with a small 
braid on the side and tied with the white bow in the back. She could 
have passed for a girl out of a fairy tale. 

She looked over to the side, where a group of kids had just run off from 
the play area. "Hey Mr. Renner, do you want to go on the jungle gym?" 

"I'd love to sweetie," I said with a grin. I let her lead me by the hand 
to the far side past the riding toys, where she jumped and immediately 
started crawling up the edge of the sprawling maze of metal bars. 

"How'd you get to be so fast?" I pulled myself up behind her and flashed 
her a devilish smirk. "Little girls aren't allowed to be so fast. I'm 
gonna GETCHA!" 

With a squeal she ducked and evaded my hand, then twisted farther into 
the mess of bars and began climbing. I took a moment to appreciate the 
lovely sight: a thin pair of pink cotton panties with a little frill 
along the hem peeked out from under her dress. Comparatively modest, by 
today's standards. It was usually an even bet whether a girl would be 
found wearing underwear or not. Cam usually preferred to go without. 

I toyed with Julie a bit more, pretending to be an ape, letting her 
climb near the top and laugh as she twisted to evade my clumsy grasp. 
Another rung up brought me closer, and I snatched at her dress, pulling 
it briefly and enjoying the girlish shriek before she pulled away. 

"Too slow!" I snickered, moving to the side. I couldn't fit through the 
bars easily, so I let Julie hang in the center of the jungle gym just 
beyond my grasp. "I'm comin for you!" 

"YOU'RE too slow." Julie pulled herself up, then held the bar against 
her stomach and flipped to hang upside down, blonde hair dangling. She 
stuck her tongue out. 

What a tease, I thought fiendishly. Her dress fell up, pooling against 
the bar, revealing her slender legs and the little pink panties in all 
their glory. The perky little 11-year-old bottom flashed tantalizingly 
as she spun again, two cotton-covered globes the perfect size to be 
squeezed in my hands. 

I stuck my tongue out right back at her, earning another laugh. God, 
what a lovely girl. The straining peak in my pants throbbed fiercely. I 
took a glance behind me to check on Camilla, and saw her seated on Ben's 
lap on one of the benches with her pink dress still pulled down and a 
smile on her face. His hands were on her chest. She liked Ben a lot. She 
liked all my friends. 

"Hey!" Julie flipped herself again, righting her dress. "Can you help me 
go on the monkey bars?" 

My eyes followed her finger to a pair of long parallel beams, metal bars 
spaced at intervals between them. They ran in a semicircle around the 
play area. 

"I'm always afraid I'll fall," she said. 

"Sure honey. I'll hold you. You won't fall." 

I beckoned her out from the center of the bars, giving her an assist 
with a hand under each armpit as she reached the edge and turned around. 

"Hup. There you go." I set her feet gently on the dirt, hands lingering 
just long enough to give her a nice squeeze around the chest. She was a 
light girl, slim, with delicate skin and lovely hips. I admired how the 
little blue dress clung to her figure as we walked over to the bars. 

I helped her up the steps the same way, hands gripping her torso for 
balance and stealing another squeeze of her chest. Julie just giggled as 
she took hold of the bars overhead. I moved to stand close behind her, 
her little rump brushing my chest. 

"Ready?" I asked. She nodded. 

"Ok I've got you. Go for it." 

Julie swung out nervously, gripping the next bar, then swinging again 
and grabbing the next. I kept my hands tight against her sides, moving 
with her, enjoying the feel of succulent little girl flesh twisting 
against my palms. She seemed to gain confidence when she felt me 
supporting her, and began to swing ahead faster. 

"Good girl, you got it," I encouraged. "Keep going." 

A fresh determination seemed to fill Julie. She had put a couple dozen 
bars behind her already. We were passing the halfway mark. She thrust 
ahead, pulling herself along with me in tow. 

"Keep it up. Almost there!" I kept my hands at her sides. She was tiring 
a bit as we neared the end, swinging more slowly. I tightened my grip, 
anticipating a fall. 

But she made it. She was panting as she swung off the last bar onto the 
platform. 

"I did it!" Her laugh was girlish and rich. "I've never been able to go 
that far. Normally I get tired halfway through. Thanks Mr. Renner." She 
gave me a hug around the shoulders from her elevated position. 

"No problem sweetie. Want to go on the big slide too?" 

I gestured at the array of metal tubes. The monkey bars made a long 
horseshoe shape around the play area, and we had ended up near where we 
had started. Julie grinned wickedly. 

"Yeah! Let's go!" I let her pull me by the hand. A 3-level playhouse 
stretched upwards to about 20 feet off the ground, its bulk dominating 
the park. Three elaborate slides climbed from the ground, curling in the 
air and then joining at a platform on the top. Julie climbed up a steep 
ramp studded with letters and numbers in bright colors, and I followed 
her to the next level. The rooms of the interior were kid-sized spaces 
with round, open windows and miniature fiberglass furniture. Perfect for 
playing house. 

A little rope ladder led to the top level where the slides were 
attached. I let Julie climb first while I admired the view from below, 
then followed. Once on top I sat first, my feet over the lip of the 
slide, and Julie plopped right in front of me. 

The feel of her snuggling up to my chest was delightful. I wrapped my 
arms around her, hands naturally finding the flat lumps of her little 
prepubescent chest and squeezing. Julie was still breathing heavy from 
exertion, and I was breathing heavy from having a pretty little girl 
pressed so close to me. My prick made a resurgence in my pants, poking 
out fiercely as if to make up for lost time. I knew Julie could feel my 
protruding excitement against her rump, but she just wiggled teasingly. 

I seized the opportunity to hike up the hem of the blue dress. Pink 
cotton rubbed against my twitching fingers, fingertips sliding down the 
little cleft between Julie's legs, feeling the divot just underneath. 
Moisture speckled the fabric. The wiggling little girl in my hands was 
just as horny as I was. She was a little bit more shy than Cam. Just a 
little bit more reserved. My daughter would have been whispering for me 
to stuff my cock in her already, but Julie was content to enjoy the feel 
of her butt brushing against my firm prick as we sat poised at the top 
of the slide. 

That ladder rattled. Some other kids were already coming up. 
Regretfully, I took my hands off her panties and steadied them at her 
hips. 

"Ready sweetheart?" I asked. The slide was covered with fiberglass on 
its upper half, and the open tube yawned before us. 

She looked up at me, her expression innocence itself, as if unaware of 
the engorged manhood stuffed against her rump. Even her hair smelled 
enchanting, like peaches and silk from the fluttering white ribbon. 

"Yeah." 

"1...2...3...Go!" 

We pushed off at the same time. Julie shrieked with laughter and leaned 
back into me as the slide took a sharp turn to the left, curling through 
a wide torus before straightening into a dive. We dropped, hearts 
briefly coming into our mouths as the roof of the tube opened up to sky. 
Chrome skimmed our thighs as we banked one last time before sliding down 
the long length to the end. 

I could have stayed there happily, arms wrapped around Julie's little 
11-year-old body. The momentum had compressed her back against my 
stomach, trapping my throbbing cock against her bottom. I decided I 
didn't want to get rear-ended by more kids though, so I helped Julie 
stand up and then got up myself. 

"That was fun!" The slide ended near a set of climbing bars, and Julie 
pulled herself up then sat on one at waist height. "Dad works a lot more 
now so we don't get to go to the park much. I never get to play." 

She swung her legs with nervous energy, kicking the skirts of her blue 
dress. I leaned on the bar next to her. 

"Don't your friends play with you at school?" 

She shook her head. "I only know a few people there. The girls are kind 
of snobs. They never want to play any games with me. " 

The rumbling in my pants threatened to become an active volcano. "I'll 
play a game with you sweetie," I said, tapping the bar she was holding. 
"Just lean back into me and hang onto the bar. See how long you can hold 
yourself up. Don't worry, I won't let you fall. 

Little girls are always so eager to play any game. With her legs firmly 
hooked on the bar she was sitting, she leaned back against my chest, 
arms extended, holding onto the bar at chest height. 

Perfect. I grabbed her hips, enjoying the pleasing curves of little girl 
flesh, and rubbed up her sides to her armpits. Julie blushed, but her 
demure expression masked the mischievous sparkle in her eyes saying that 
she was as eager to play along with our "game" as I was. 

I took my time, feeling her up, squeezing her flat breasts and round 
shoulders and then diving under her dress to grab her butt. Little girls 
always felt right to me in every way. Their laughter, their smiles, 
their sweet gasps as they enjoyed a man's touch on their bodies. Julie's 
weight was shifted back, but she wiggled with shy pleasure as I ran my 
hands up and down and around, touching her in all her intimate parts. It 
wasn't our first time together, just like Camilla had had Ben inside her 
plenty of times. The thought of another man pulling off my daughter's 
clothes and fucking her brains out until they left a heaping helping of 
spunk inside her always turned me on. A quick glance over my shoulder 
showed they were doing just fine on the bench. I knew that look on my 
daughter's face very well. 

My hands took a break just long enough to unbuckle my belt and yank the 
zipper on my jeans. My cock sprang out, lashing the air as if revelling 
in the release from its long confinement. I hiked Julie's dress up to 
her hips and pulled the sides of her little panties down to her thighs. 
Moisture from the sweet little slit rubbed the tip of my glans, and 
despite the warmth of her back against my chest, I shivered, trying not 
to cum on the spot. 

Families walked by, paying us no mind. Just another little girl getting 
fucked. They needed it several times a day, after all. I steadied Julie 
at the hips, lining her up with the stiff fuckmeat just beneath her. The 
petite pair of little pussy lips opened timidly, giving way before the 
point of my cock. 

Slowly, I pushed up, the delicious sucking warmth of 11-year-old pussy 
wrapping around my cockhead and squeezing with delight. Julie's arms 
slackened, trembling. Her eyes fluttered and a low moan escaped her 
lips. There's no expression more beautiful than the groaning delight on 
a little girl's face as a man's cock spreads the lips of her cunt and 
pushes gently inside. I revelled in it, in the flushed joy creeping up 
her cheeks. I kept steady behind her, hands on her hips, letting her 
control the motion, her body sinking slowly as her arms tired. The 
delicious heat massaged my prick inch by squeezing inch, Julie slowly 
impaling her tiny body on the stiff rod beneath her. 

She finally exhaled a sigh of warm delight, quivering, as she sank to 
the halfway mark. With her body steadied against the bars, her center of 
gravity keeping her pinned helplessly on my cock, I let my hands roam 
the landscape of the lovely girl - round hips, firm to the touch, a 
perfect bottom sweet and plump, tender belly with a dainty belly button 
in the center. So small in my arms, fragile, the delicate frame of a 
tender flower budding with youth. Her eyelashes fluttered as she rolled 
her head back to look at me. Barely a year older than my own daughter, 
but that gratified simper was the same familiar look I had seen on 
Camilla's face so very many times at that special moment of connection 
when her Daddy's cock slipped inside her. 

Two straps of blue fabric kept her dress up. I pulled them down over her 
shoulders, exposing the sweep of her flat chest, and grabbed the pair of 
pert little buds I found. A slight pinch, a gentle twist, and Julie's 
slight shudder mounted to a horny buzz of delight in my hands. Never let 
it be said that I didn't know how to pleasure a girl, whether she was a 
student or my own daughter or simply a dear friend like Julie. It didn't 
take all that much, really, to stimulate a little girl's innate 
feelings. Arousal was always lurking just beneath the surface, hormones 
surging in a river through their bodies, begging for release. But every 
little girl that I held in my arms or toyed with in my bed or held tight 
as she shuddered on the business end of my cock was special to me, every 
one a treasure. There was always something in that sweet, honest look on 
a girl's face that made me want to make every experience as wonderful as 
possible for her. 

I began a slow motion upwards, sliding up into the velvet delight of 
Julie's little hairless cunt, rocking her weight against the bars. She 
warbled and her arms trembled, but her weight was supported against me. 
Gently, I increased the motion, pushing a bit more of my cock into the 
tiny girl. She was light, even for an 11-year-old. I could have held her 
in my arms easily. A company of kids passed us by, oblivious to the 
common sight of a man stuffing the cunt of a little girl in public. One 
of the girls stopped briefly, eyes locked at the point where my 
throbbing prick was entering Julie's body, but she was immediately 
tagged by the boy who was "it", and she whooped with laughter and 
rounded on the other kids, chasing them as they hollered. 

I stoked the energy of the little girl as I fucked her, hands working 
her butt, her flat chest, the tiny pair of pink nipples exposed proudly 
in the air. Her low moan was punctuated by little squeaks each time I 
thrust up inside her. I picked up speed, pelvis pistoning back and 
forth, bucking Julie lightly against the bars. A surging current of 
buzzing energy was growing in my groin, fed by the slippery connection 
of our bodies. Julie was a tight little girl, but inch by inch the 
rock-hard length of my manhood pushed further inside her. Spasms rocked 
the walls of her pussy, massaging my prick, inviting it further into the 
slippery depths. Her thighs were shaking. Her arms were slack, leaning 
back, eyes fluttering as the heady feeling of sexual bliss rose up 
inside her. 

I couldn't help but compare. Julie was a very different kind of lover 
than Camilla. Where Cam was eager, Julie was shy. Where Cam was 
passionate, Julie was reserved and sweet-hearted. My daughter was a 
tiger in bed, but Julie was more like a kitten, albeit a kitten just as 
anxious to have a man's cock stuffed inside her as any girl. That modest 
demeanor was cracking now, Julie panting from the pumping pleasure of my 
cock bouncing her body up and down. Her head lolled back and she flashed 
me a heart-melting smile, eyes glazed over with pleasure. 

The mounting shudder rose through her body and erupted into a twitching 
storm just as my throbbing cock exploded. I pushed her down on my cock, 
hard, burying it inside her. Hot splashes of cum shot up into the 
gasping little girl as every muscle of my body seized. Arms locked, 
hands squeezing her chest, I held Julie in my arms as our shared orgasm 
tore through us, a rapturous tidal wave echoing up from the connection 
of our bodies. Another spurt, another quiver from the body in my arms. 
Hot cum blasted up in waves in her pussy, flooding the tiny space. 

Languid bliss connected us, a shared joy from that most special of 
moments when a man and a little girl shuddered in mutual connection. 
Despite the boisterous world of the park all around us, we floated 
together, hazy, oblivious to the shrieks of kids at play, to the 
pleasant chatter of passing families. Like warm syrup, our shared orgasm 
drained slowly away, leaving just a shuddering satisfaction in its wake. 

Julie was leaning back into me, her legs still hooked on the bar but her 
arms crossed over mine on her chest. The 11-year-old was so light that 
her weight wasn't a problem. My prick slipped out of her cunt with 
regretful slowness and flopped down against my thigh. 

"You're so nice, Mr. Renner." Julie snuggled against me dreamily, 
wearing that lovely expression of just-fucked satisfaction that looks so 
good on little girls. I rubbed her chest and tweaked her nipples in 
gratitude, then shifted, letting her lean forward and grab the bar again 
so she could support her own weight. I pulled up the top of her blue 
dress and let the rest hang down again. 

"Having fun sweetie?" 

Ben was standing just behind us, holding Camilla's hand, a lecherous 
grin on his face. He had probably finished in Cam just in time to catch 
the tail end of his daughter shaking her way to climax on another man's 
cock in her cunt. Cam looked almost decent with her dress pulled back 
up, but that gooey expression of happiness on her face was unmistakable. 

Julie giggled and dropped off the bars. It might have been my 
imagination but I could swear I saw a few errant drips of white fluid 
trickling down her leg. 

"Yeah Dad!" She flashed her father a happy smile and then threw her arms 
around me in a bear hug. 

"Mr. Renner's being really nice to me." Julie looked up at me with that 
princess grin. "We even played a game." 

Ben chuckled knowingly. "This is almost like old times eh buddy?" 

"Just as much fun as I remember." I flashed Cam a sly wink as Ben and I 
exchanged daughters. Cam took my hand and Julie transferred her bear hug 
from my waist to her Dad's. 

"It's too bad you live a couple hours away now," I said. "Maybe we could 
visit though, get reacquainted. Weekends?" 

Ben looked thoughtful. "I'll do you one better," he said. "I have a 
bunch of vacation saved up. I was thinking of renting one of those 
deluxe beach houses on the coast for Julie and me to hang out in. Isn't 
school out in a couple weeks? Why don't we do it then? You can come and 
join us and we'll make it a party." 

It was just what I had been planning for Cam. Great minds think alike, 
and Ben's thoughts undoubtedly mirrored mine: Camilla and Julie, running 
on the beach in their bikinis, splashing in the water. Barbecues in the 
evening. Sitting on a deck watching the sun go down. I could see it now. 
Just us and our girls. 

"How about it Cam?" I looked down at her. "You want to visit Ben and 
Julie once school gets out?" 

"Yeah Daddy!" Cam bounced on her toes. "Sounds cool!" 

A look passed between me and my friend. We could both imagine it, just 
like old times: helping the girls build sand castles, chasing them 
through the waves, laying them down together on the bed at night and 
fucking them until they hollered, then swapping. We might not even get 
any rest, as frisky as the girls were. 

"Hey Daddy, can I bring Bear?" Julie looked up at Ben with that 
wide-eyed plea little girls always use when they want something. 

"Of course you can sweetie." He mussed her hair and laughed. 

"He's so much fun Cammie," Julie said. "He's all big and furry and he 
feels so good. You'll like him." 

The thought of my daughter grunting away as a well-trained canine 
straddled her and pumped its cock into her little girl cunt sparked new 
life in my pants. I couldn't wait to get her a pet of her own. 

"You know," I said, "I think this is going to be the most fun I've had 
all year." 

Ben and I exchanged a knowing grin, and we laughed together. 

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