Perverts 'R' Us

Daddy-Daughter 1: Connecting By Phone

By The Purvv ( M/f, cons, inc-fath/dau, solo )

Vincent Corrali and his wife had already been divorced for three years by the time that their daughter Linda had turned 13. During that time he had only managed to be with the youngster a total of four times; two times the year before, for a week each visit, and a week for each of the two preceding years. The reasons for their limited times together was because he was now living almost 3000 miles away from his former family and most importantly, he just couldn't find the time to get away from work. Indeed, the latter was the main cause for the break-up of his marriage.

Linda had definitely been a 'daddy's girl' and the divorce had a devastating effect on the little girl. So much so, that she needed to have counseling to help her cope with the departure of her father from the household.

What also helped her were the night telephone conversations that she had, once or twice a week with the 'love of her life,' her daddy. Perhaps she had become mentally unstable or maybe it simply was that she was totally obsessed with her dad, but somewhere during the first two years of their long-distance communications, the "I love you's" spoken between them had somehow lost that parent-child feeling, and Linda was now saying the words with a different feeling, as if she were talking to a lover which, in her mind, was what she was doing.

As time passed, she started to resent her mom and began to fantasize that she would move in with her father. Soon, that dream started to take on the feel of a real love and the girl began to ask herself 'Why not?'

As she conjured up a life for her father and herself in her fantasies, she soon found that there would be a problem. The youngster was only recently finding out what it was that married couples did in the privacy of their bedrooms at night. Until a year ago, Linda really didn't know anything about sex. As she started to learn through the sex-ed teachings at school, the tidbits from friends and schoolmates, and from explanations from her mother, she listened with keen interest, and crammed as much information as she could absorb into her head.

She soon realized that her fantasy of 'being in love' and living with her daddy could never be, yet Linda did not want to give up the dream. She was no longer sure just what she wanted, but a seed of an idea was in her head.

She began to use her phone conversations with her father to help the seed blossom. She listened with more awareness to his words and answers, and listened for his reactions to things she 'let slip'. First of all, she wanted to learn his way of thinking; secondly, she wanted him to realize that she had 'grown-up' thoughts; and third, and most importantly, she hoped that somehow she would pick up on something - - anything - - that would help her find a way through the problem.

At first, she began mentioning things to her father, such as how she was physically developing or how one or another of her girlfriends were budding. She would sometimes maneuver their conversations toward some movie or another that she had happened to see and which included heavy kissing. Soon, she was telling him about things in movies that she's seen with love-making scenes (she always managed to find a way into 'R' movies).

Without even being aware of what was happening Vincent was easily responding to his daughter's sometimes 'over the top' remarks, with pretty open responses. The maturity in their conversations evolved so smoothly that he was occasionally uttering innocent, yet naughty, 'cute' comments. Invariably, his little girl would giggle, if she picked up on it.

The first time that he recognized what was happening, he was surprised at the realization. While talking to his daughter about one of her girlfriends, he said, "Well, are her tits growing? Or just puffy, like yours?"

Upon hearing his little girl pause for such a long time at his remark, Vincent suddenly remembered with whom he was talking. His daughter giggled and then responded to him, without comment; as if this was something that he said all of the time.

After they hung up on each other, he sat back and regrouped his thoughts. He soon made himself aware that, somewhere in the last couple of years, these conversations with Linda had lost a lot of its innocence. He remembered back to some of their prior phone talks and he recalled talking of the boobies and butts of her friends and even Linda herself. He also remembered talking to his daughter about some scenes from movies that she's seen that were quite grown up, and he thought of the time he explained tongue-kissing to her. There was a lot more too, that they had talked about that he now realized was much too deep for a 13-year-old girl; especially his own daughter.

Indeed, thinking of the many things said between them, he was really surprised. Trying to call to mind how it had all come about, he could only think it was because, in talking on the phone, his little girl was out of sight to him and when the conversations turned a little bit naughty, he didn't picture a child on the other end of the phone.

However, he was also aware that he had always been close to his little daughter; since the day that she was born. Although he never admitted it out loud, she was his private fantasy. He had loved the youngster in more ways than one from the first time he got a hard-on when she lay alongside of him on the couch. She was only six years old then, but that was only the start.

Since he had gotten divorced and lived alone, his fantasies about Linda increased. He knew it was wrong to have sex with a child and he more than agreed with society that it was wrong to do anything with a family member, yet that didn't stop him from his private fantasies. He couldn't help but to try to imagine what his little daughter would feel like. More and more he was now imagining her naked with him running his hands all over her young body. She was his private fantasy and he wondered constantly how shapely her body was going to be.

He wanted her but he didn't want her at the same time. He knew it was wrong and he would never allow himself to go that far with her. After all, she was too young. She was only thirteen, for godssake!

The conversations took on an even more mature tone when one day she told her father that she had gotten her first period earlier in the week. At first Vincent tried to avoid talking about it but when his daughter used the word 'pussy' a couple of times, he suddenly found that he had a hard-on.

His state of arousal probably encouraged him to draw the conversation out even more, and something made him jokingly say to her, "It's a good thing you're too young to play with yourself; otherwise you wouldn't have been able to."

It was at this point that their relationship began to change, when his 13-year-old girl responded, "Oh, Daddy," she chided and he could hear the laughter in her voice. "I've been doing that for over a year already!"

Vincent's prick tightened stiff at his daughter's words.

There was a long pause. He didn't know what to say; she had actually taken him aback, and she was afraid that she had made him mad.

He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants as he imagined his daughter in her room, naked now on the other end of the phone. In his mind's eyes he could see her body, almost totally hairless. His mind actually began to form a picture of his little girl lying in bed and touching herself. 'God help me,' he chastened himself. He suddenly felt wetness in his pants.

Although he was fully aware of just how wrong it was to be discussing such things with his daughter in such an unfatherly manner, he decided to probe a bit more. He couldn't help that he was feeling excited, and though he could have cut off the talk, he didn't want to; this was all exciting him!

"You play with your pussy?" he asked in an incredulous, but not admonishing, tone.

Linda hesitated for about fifteen seconds and then decided to open up to her dad. He didn't sound mad and she thought it was cool, and maybe even a bit naughty, to be able to discuss this with him.

"Yeah Dad…You, er, you won't tell Ma, right?"

He laughed nervously and said, "Hey, what do you think I am? We made a pact, remember? Anything between us stays between us. I was just surprised, that's all."

Vincent heard her respond with a, "Hum hmm," as if to acknowledge and agree with what he said, but then she again became immediately silent.

It was an awkward silence. He hoped she would continue without him prodding but that didn't seem to be happening.

Finally, he spoke, feeling a strange desire to hear his daughter talk more about it. "My little girl is growing up, hah?"

A giggle at the other end and he asked, "I'm not sure if I should be asking you about this, but - - I don't know, you just got my curiosity going..."

"What?"

He paused and then plunged. "I, er, I guess it must feel good to you, er, but, er, I'm, er, just wondering if you, er, excite yourself enough to, er, get grown-up feelings?"

He was only mildly surprised at her knowledge when she asked, "You mean, do I cum?"

'Oh Christ!' he thought. 'This is sooo wrong - - but soooo hot!' His cock throbbed in his pants. He was losing all his hesitation in talking to her about this. The whole thing was exciting him that much that caution was becoming non-existent.

"Yeah baby. Do you really cum?"

Another giggle and an excited response, "Yes silly. Why do you think I do it?"

Vincent was leaking pre-cum inside his pants. He knew that this was depraved but, damned if he didn't want to hear more from her, and hear her say words and things that she shouldn't.

He asked, "Your pussy likes that?"

A giggled affirmative response.

"Your cunt likes you to touch it?" There! He used that word!

"Yes Daddy," she whispered. Linda actually sounded excited on the other end of the line. Then it was her turn to turn up the volume between them. She added, "I - - my - - cunt - - feels great when I play with it. It's the greatest thing…"

Vincent wasn't thinking rationally anymore. "You play with your cunt a lot? Do you make believe someone's doing things to you?"

"Uh huh, yes Daddy, I do."

"Tell me baby. Daddy's really interested."

Linda could tell by her father's tone that their talking about this had really gotten his attention. That he wasn't mad was the first surprising thing to her. That he actually wanted to hear her talk about this had her especially excited.

"Well, I, uh, when I use my fingers inside, I think of Mic…Well, you don't know him Daddy, but he's my favorite singer."

"Do you think your fingers are him?"

"Hmm yeah."

"His cock?" he whispered hotly and heard a gasp from his daughter. 'Was she breathing heavier?' he wondered.

"Hunnm - - yeahh…"

The sound of her voice alerted him. "Are you touching yourself now baby?"

After a long pause, as if she was deciding whether or not to tell him, she again softly murmured an affirmative responsive sound.

"Tell me baby - - Tell Daddy - -"

"M-my - - I have my - - I'm, er, lying on my bed. My jeans are unbuttoned…" she waited until he whispered a sound back that indicated he was okay with what she was admitting to him and she continued, "I've got my hand in my panties and down inside - - on my pussy - - my fingers rubbing the outside…"

He was getting very turned on and trying to stop it but his mind ran all over his pretty little girl; to her little ass; her hairless pubescent pussy lips; her budding breasts with their two pink nipples; her flat tummy.

The sound of sexual excitement was in each of their voices now. Both father and daughter recognized their conversation had graduated to a new level.

"That's it, baby. Rub your cunt."

"Hmmmmm."

"Rub it more - - Get it excited - - Get my little cunt excited - - Get it hot for Daddy, baby."

"Ahmmmmnnn…"

"Think of cock, babes. Do you see the cock?"

"Ahh yes, Daddy," she whispered. "Yes, oh Daddy...!"

"Whose cock, baby?"

"His...It's so beautiful."

"Have you seen a cock before, baby?"

"Only Billy's," she whispered, referring to her baby brother. "And some pics on the internet."

"Think of the cock rubbing inside you, hon. Put your finger in your wet slit...I know it's wet baby...I can hear your excitement. You want that cock don't you...?"

"Yeah Dad, yeah, yeah..." Her whispers were sounding more frantic now. Obviously her fingers were moving, with greater speed to meet her greater need.

"Daddy's thinking of your sweet little pussy, hon - - Is that okay…?"

"Yeah Dah, yeah…" Frantic sounding.

"I'd…I'd like my cock to be there, baby…" At these words he heard a heady groan from the child and he knew she accepted that thought. He continued excitedly, "Think of my cock, baby. Think of my cock at your - - in your hot cunt…!"

His prick was pulsating and twitching. With his free hand he hurriedly opened his zipper and urgently pulled his flesh out, and immediately began to stroke it.

"Oh Daddy - - I - - Oh, I'm…"

"Cum baby, it's okay," he groaned as his hand rapidly began to work on his urgent need. "Baby, yeah. Oh honey, Daddy's got his cock in his hand. Ahhh I - - I see your pussy - - I want it baby - - Oh, oh, Daddy wants to fuck his little girrrrrl AH AHHHH!!" he cried as his cum shot from his cock.

Linda's legs were quivering as she too felt her whole body being overcome by explosions.

Father and daughter were separated by 3000 miles but joined by one identical thought.

Vincent woke up the next morning with ache in his head and an even greater ache in his boxers. The night had yielded many dreams and thoughts of things he had never known he had within himself; the most obvious being that he now felt the need to touch his little daughter's body so badly. But there was also a lot more...

The End?