Perverts 'R' Us

Memories of Daddy

Edited (not Written) By Pedolicious Extremis ( M/g, pedo, 1st, cons, rape )

After spending most of my adult life deeply ashamed of my sexual desires I was so surprised and happy to find this web site for people like me -- women who had sexual relations with adults during childhood, enjoyed it, and fantasized about it ever since.

It was so wonderfully gratifying to find that I was not alone; to find so many others who shared the feelings I had so carefully hidden for so long. So many women who, like me, had absolutely normal relationships with men (or other women) but had their most intense orgasms alone, while recalling memories of their child sex experiences -- or fantasizing about things that had never occurred.

It was also intensely arousing. In that first session I scrolled through dozens, maybe hundreds, of pages, gasping out loud at the explicit descriptions of memories I shared, or fantasies that I'd never imagined.

I had half a dozen orgasms that night -- some while masturbating, some just spontaneously wracking my body when I came across a particularly compelling passage.

So, I've decided to write my own. I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to share this with anyone else, but perhaps it may help me clarify my feelings. At the very least the act of writing it down it may enhance my masturbation fantasies, or someone else's.

Oh, yes, you bet I'm going to masturbate as I write this. Perhaps while reading it you'll feel compelled to join me.

If sex with children offends you, you'd better stop reading now. If you find the idea as arousing as I do, get comfortable, read on, and try not to come too soon. Just stay with me, and I promise you a mind-numbing climax, or two.

I feel so deliciously aroused, right now, by what I'm about to write. It's late at night and I'm all alone with my forbidden memories and fantasies. I'm sitting here at the computer in a simple nightgown, hiked up for easy access. I'm wearing no panties, of course, and I'm sitting on two towels to contain the messy orgasms I anticipate.

On the desk before me is my special dildo. I just gaze at it, caress it with my eyes. I won't use it until I'm very near the end. It's shockingly large; a tool of both pleasure and pain, exquisitely satisfying, as my Daddy was when I was eight years old.

I have so many delicious childhood memories. And I remember them with absolute clarity -- the sights and sounds, the smells and tastes, the shame, and fear, and anticipation, and yearning, and exquisite gratification.

Daddy and I actually started pleasuring each other when I was six, but my favorite memories are those that began around age eight. So I'll begin there...

Daddy loved for me to tease him. I loved it, too, and I was good at it.

I'd lie on the floor in a dress, pretending to watch TV with Daddy sitting in a chair behind me. Kicking my feet, with my legs spread just enough to show him my little panties. Old, loose panties, the elastic stretched so they hung loosely on me, exposing my little pudenda when I spread my legs just enough.

I kicked my feet lazily, feeling the cool air on my sex, knowing my Daddy could see it. Feeling his eyes on me, it was so inexpressibly exciting to know that my body was arousing him; that my Daddy wanted to fuck me.

Hearing him call my name softly, I padded over to him innocently, pretending I didn't know why. I stood beside his chair as he kissed and touched me, and pretended to go to the bathroom to prolong his anticipation.

I returned to him, wearing his favorite, tiny baby-doll nightie and pink fuzzy slippers. Watching his trouser crotch bulge, I struck increasingly naughty poses for him, coyly refusing to come to him when he asked. "Nuh-uh," I'd say, shaking my head and primly crossing both hands over my crotch. "I know what you want, Daddy."

Giggling and running away when he came for me, I would squeal when he caught me, feeling my pulse quicken when he picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the sofa. Settling into his lap and pressing my head to his chest to feel his deep breathing, I kicked my feet nervously as I felt his large, warm hand on my thigh, gently stroking. I could feel the warm tingling deep in my tummy as I thought about what Daddy was going to do to me.

I would prolong the anticipation by being coy, whispering, "No, Daddy, don't do that..." and squeeze my little thighs together as I felt his hand slowly move beneath the hem of my nightgown. Feeling Daddy's warm tongue part my lips, I tingled all over with incestuous excitement as I sucked on his warm, wet tongue, tingling at the masculine taste of cigar smoke in his mouth. And, oh, feeling Daddy's large hand part my little thighs, his finger nestling into my panty-crotch, the dampness there revealed to him that I was just as excited as he was.

Feeling his finger slip beneath my panties, I shivered as he touched me in my most private place. I knew how excited Daddy got when he touched me there. I knew how much more aroused it made him when I pressed my lips to his ear so he could hear my excited breathing as he fondled my wet little sex. Teasing him, I whispered quietly into his ear, "No, Daddy... don't touch me... down there..."

I looked down to watch as Daddy's large hands tugged down my wet panties and I stepped out of them on shaky legs. Then the delicious moment when Daddy pulled down his pants, and I saw the rigid proof of his sexual desire for me. It was so beautiful -- long and stiff and masculine, a ropy vein down the underside, the thick head shining.

In moments like these, gazing at my Daddy's lovely, tumescent penis, I was so very grateful to have had a Catholic school education. Being indoctrinated with the idea that sex is shameful -- especially adult-child sex -- made it exquisitely more erotic.

If my second-grade teacher only knew how my little pussy drooled with anticipation when she explained about "bad touch", how I secretly squeezed my thighs together beneath the desk to masturbate in my drenched panties as she pointed at the ridiculous, limp thing hanging down in the male anatomy poster and I thought about all the ways I could make it rise, and throb, and leak with desire for me.

I remembered the exciting thrill as my little fingers grasped my Daddy's engorged penis, my lust and anticipation of the forbidden sexual acts we were about to perform. I paused to dwell on the sheer obscenity of it, almost wishing some shocked, prudish nun were watching as I touched it, felt it, and played with it in my little fingers.

"Oh, look... watch me... I'm fondling my Daddy's big, male sexual organ, feeling the silky flesh, squeezing its masculine firmness, thinking about it slowly squeezing up inside my body..." It was so shameful, so deliciously wrong... so exquisitely arousing...

My body is tingling. I can't touch myself right now or I'll cum instantly; I can just squeeze my thighs together and squirm in the chair as I write, feeling the warm, slick arousal between my thighs, leaking into the towel, my rigid nipples straining against the nightgown. Oh god this is going to be a good orgasm. Are you as aroused as I am? Will you cum with me?

I tremble and my mind fogs with lust as I remember the filthy act of sucking the bulky thing into my mouth -- the spongy firmness of it, the musky taste.

I remember how excited it made Daddy to look down and watch me suck his dick, stroking my hair with his trembling hands and groaning as I teased the sensitive underside with my warm, wet little tongue and tasted the salty pre-cum leaking into my mouth.

One of my earliest, truly erotic thoughts was at about that age - eight - when I realized that the thing in my mouth was what Daddy used to pee. It was so grotesquely obscene to think that it was in my mouth, and I was... oh, god... SUCKING on it!

There were times when I was so aroused by this thought that I masturbated myself to orgasm as Daddy ejaculated into my moaning mouth -- his orgasm intensified by my moaning, mine by the acrid smell and taste of male sperm gushing into my mouth.

I've always disliked the taste of semen -- which makes it just that much more arousing when the nasty stuff squirts into my mouth. I may hate the taste, but oh, god, how I love the delicious moment of male orgasm, the shaking and howling and uncontrollable, messy squirting of his sexual release.

I remember his eyes, dim with lust, as I climbed onto his large body, his rigid dick drooling with anticipation of deep sexual intercourse with his small, immature daughter. Yes, my Daddy was a pedophile -- and the erotic pinnacle of my sexual life was being his thoroughly willing kiddie-sex toy.

My arousal is leaking copiously out of me now, and I've scooped it up to slather it all over the big dildo. It's all slick and shiny now as I look down, to fondle it and savor the anticipation.

"Wh- what are you gonna do me, Daddy?" I whisper, bringing the big thing to my crotch, stroking it slowly in the wet sex lips so eager to receive it, fondling the memory of my Daddy's ragged breathing in that sweet moment just before penetration.

Oh, yeah... oh, god, he's... DOING it. Oh, look... Daddy's thick, masculine penis slowly squeezed into my little 8-year-old body... How I loved hearing Daddy's heavy groan of pleasure as I gritted my teeth and sucked the big man-thing into my little feminine sex-hole, all warm and wet and aching for him.

Feeling Daddy's big hands touching me, fondling me as I gritted my teeth, pushing hard, squeezing down until my crotch settled tightly against his pubic bone and I was... completely impaled, looking down at my pale little tummy pressed down on Daddy's big, hairy belly.

The dildo is ALL up inside me now, my body sucking on it hungrily as I remember the sweet mixture of sexual pleasure and pain -- oh, feeling all stretched inside, stuffed, PLUGGED with my Daddy's big meat.

"D- does it feel good, Daddy?" Does it feel GOOD up inside of me?" I gasped, rotating my little hips, feeling Daddy's blunt tool moving deep in my tummy, stretching my little sex lips, squishing my insides around, the hairs of his balls tickling the soft flesh of my crotch.

I lifted my arms to let Daddy pull the nightie over my head. It was better that way. I liked being naked for my Daddy, feeling so small and vulnerable and feminine astride his big body, looking down to watch and shivering with pleasure as his shaking hands fondled my little nipples. "Touch me," I whispered. "Touch me, Daddy..."

I reached down to touch him, feeling the root of the big thing moving inside me. I remember the naughty things he'd whisper to me as we performed the obscene act, calling me his little love muffin, his little fuck toy, his voice deliciously hoarse with arousal. "Daddy dick," I'd reply, hugging his neck and whispering into his ear. "Big Daddy dick..." grinding my naked little body on him, the dirty words exciting us both.

"T- time out..." Daddy would gasp when he got too close to the edge. I'd sit very still, waiting, feeling his thick penis quivering on the brink of orgasm, so proud that the female warmth and slickness inside my little vagina could bring him such intense pleasure.

In these moments I'd marvel at the almost painful look of extreme arousal on his face as Daddy fondled my little thighs, squeezed his eyes shut and strained to hold back his orgasm. It made me feel so deliciously feminine; so glad I'd been born a girl.

Sometimes as a child, masturbating alone at night, my fantasies would escalate from sex to rape. Daddy would never have done that, of course. He was always so kind and gentle with me. He never raped me.

But when especially aroused I privately fondled that obscene thought in my mind - Daddy holding me down, crying and begging him to stop as he forced my slim legs apart and plunged his thick meat into my innocent little hole, grunting and fucking me like an animal. I'd squirm beneath his heavy body, pounding my little fists into his chest, crying, "No, Daddy..." as the pain slowly turned to pleasure and I began to crave his rough thrusts into me, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against my butt. My face burning crimson with shame at my body's enjoyment of the obscene act, my unwilling ears trying to block the sound of my own primitive cries of lust as my Daddy's big dick plunged me into orgasm despite my revulsion of the filthy act.

Oh, god, that fantasy is so wickedly delicious. My whole body is limp as warm putty and I'm burning inside, throbbing, so close to orgasm now. Oh, god, watch my Daddy fuck me... watch, and cum with me...

My Daddy always let me cum first. He'd move slowly and carefully in me, knowing that his adult penis was much too big for my little 8-year-old body. He'd say the bad words for me when I was too far gone to speak, whispering, coaxing me to cum, gently stroking my tummy and teasing my clitoris with his fingers until I exploded into orgasm, grinding my little body on him, bucking and plunging and howling until I was all finished.

It was even more erotic after I was finished, and I could concentrate on Daddy's pleasure. I'd put on my most pouty, little-girl expression and whisper the filthy words that we used only when he was on the verge of orgasm.

I'd pull it all the way out, let him watch me fondle the bulging, wet thing. I'd look into his eyes and whisper, "Don't fuck me, Daddy," as I squeezed it back up inside me and settled all the way down on his hairy pubic bone.

"Oh, no, you're fuckin' me, Daddy," I'd whine, pouting down at him and lewdly swiveling my little hips. "It's so nasty, Daddy," I'd whisper, gently rocking my body to suck wetly on the swollen penis straining deep inside me.

And then, that exquisite moment when I knew Daddy was just about to cum. He'd begin trembling, panting, "oh, god... oh, god..." and his big hands would grip my waist tightly, to keep himself deeply implanted in my warm little pussy as he let go.

I think I enjoyed Daddy's orgasms more than my own. It was so deeply satisfying to feel him just let go and relieve himself in my body, feeling the thing throb and pulse inside me, ejaculating his thick, masculine sperm into my little feminine hole, squeezing me so tightly, grimacing and roaring his pleasure as he emptied his balls into my greedily sucking little hole.

Oh, it's deliciously erotic to imagine that my little body is sucking the sperm out of him, draining him, SQUIRT after SQUIRT after SQUIRT until my little vagina is all warm and slimy and stinking inside as Daddy collapses, completely satisfied, spent, all finished with his nasty little girl...

...then just lying there, gasping and limp, his belly heaving, the sweat beaded in his chest hairs, the room filled with the obscene smell of his slimy sperm leaking out of my little hole into the hair of his balls.

...and afterward I'd nestle between my Daddy's big, hairy thighs and lick it all off... lick the smelly, male orgasm juice off his spent, softening penis, his hairy, sweaty, masculine balls... taste the stinking, slimy stuff in my mouth...oh...

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I walked over to Daddy's waiting car after school, wearing my prim Catholic school uniform, of course: Navy blue pleated skirt, white blouse with a small "St. XXXXXX" logo on the chest, white knee socks, black strap shoes.

It was a warm day, and Daddy was wearing shorts, sandals and a polo shirt. I climbed onto the seat beside him, dumping my school books in back. The car smells of leather and cigar smoke.

"Hello, little Muffin," Daddy grinned at me. He leaned over to peck my cheek and I felt his hand on my knee.

I blushed with embarrassment. I knew what Daddy was thinking about. I've known since I was six years old, when I saw Daddy looking at pictures of me on his computer. I was so proud and happy. But then I saw pictures he'd taken while I was asleep, in bed, with my legs spread. Daddy's pants were down and his hand was in his lap...

I clamp my skinny thighs together. "No, Daddy," I whispered as I felt his hand slowly glide beneath the hem of my skirt, feeling my thighs.

"Please, Daddy," I whispered, shivering slightly as I felt his large hand part my legs and felt my inner thighs, his finger nestling into the crotch of my panties.

I hated having to wear a uniform to school, because I knew it excited my Daddy, made him want to do bad things to me.

I looked down to see my Daddy's hairy wrist beneath my skirt, all bunched up in my lap. I gasped and jerked as I felt his finger move beneath my panties to touch me in my most private place.

"NO, Daddy," I whispered urgently, my body contracting, trying to close myself as I felt his finger slip between my labia. "That's a b-bad touch." My cheeks were crimson, blushing furiously in shame and embarrassment as he fondled me beneath my skirt, touching me where he's not supposed to even look.

My skirt was bunched up so far that my panties were almost visible, and my classmates were all around the car, waiting for their parents. What if one of them looked in and saw my Daddy with his hand up my skirt, or saw the lustful look in his eyes and the large bulge in his pants?

"Please, Daddy," I pleaded, anxiously looking around to see if anyone has noticed as I felt his finger gently prodding at my little hole. "Let's go. Not here, please? Somebody might see..."

"If we leave, will you let me do it at home?" Daddy said, his voice heavy with lust.

"O-okay," I whispered, pushing at his wrist. "Just go."

Daddy reached down, unzipped his pants, and his tumescent penis bounced up. "Put it in your mouth, sweetie," he whispered. "I'll go if you put it in your mouth."

My body jerked. In my MOUTH! The thought both disgusted and excited me. But I knew I had to do it. I glanced around quickly, and then bent my head down to Daddy's lap.

I felt Daddy's hand on my head, and heard his breath quicken as I opened my mouth for him. I could hear his heavy groan as my lips closed on the shiny knob. Oh, god, it was so nasty. I felt so exposed. Somebody might see...

"Suck it, honey," he murmured, pressing down on my head to show me how. I felt the car slowly begin to move forward as the fat dick head popped into my mouth. My cheeks burned with shame, my tummy tingled with excitement as I tasted my Daddy's acrid sweat and salty pre-cum. The act was so disgusting, so exciting.

As Daddy drove I thought about what a passerby might see - a small child bent over an adult man's lap, her little pigtails flopping as she pleasured him with her mouth. I squeezed my thighs together tightly, tingling at the thought. Little girls weren't supposed to do that.

When we reached home, Daddy stuffed his rigid dick back inside his shorts and we went inside. He locked the door, drew all the blinds, and turned to me. Breathing heavily, he started stripping off his shirt.

I knew what my Daddy wanted. I've seen the diagrams in school - penis, vagina, orgasm, sperm, egg. I was frightened. I pretended to have to go to the bathroom, to stall for time. I jerked down my panties and held myself open to look. No, it's just too small.

Daddy knocked on the door and then walked in. He was naked now. "Come on," he said, "You promised." He picked me up and carried me down the hall to his bedroom, my panties still around my ankles, and his erection bobbing before him.

He laid me on the bed, stripped off my panties, and stuffed two pillows under my little butt. He spread my legs wide and then kneeled between them, jerking the hem of my dress up to my chest and breathing heavily as he stroked the big thing in his hand.

My little 8-year-old emotions were overwhelmed by the sight. I was frightened by the size of the thing and deeply ashamed of the lewd position I was in, yet aroused by the intensity of Daddy's desire for me.

"Hold it open for me," Daddy whispered in a husky voice, his eyes narrowed with lust as he stared down at me, stroking himself with his hand. I stared at it, thinking that it didn't look anything like the "male penis" illustrations in the books.

"Oh, NO, Daddy..." I whimpered, clapping both hands shyly over my exposed sex. "It's so... so nasty... Don't... don't LOOK at me... down there..."

He repeated the command and I did it, biting my lip in embarrassment as I shyly looked up at him and slowly peeled open my most secret place.

"Oh, yeahhhh..." Daddy hissed as he stared into my most private place. A gleaming drop of pre-cum oozed out of his penis.

Despite my deep shame, I found it intensely arousing to expose my female sex to my Daddy's hungry eyes, seeing the lust in his eyes and hearing him gasp with anticipation as he stared into the little pink hole that so excited him.

My eyes widened as Daddy brought his face closer to look. Oh, no... oh, god, what was he doing to me? His TONGUE... it was up inside of me! I screamed and tried to wriggle away, but he was holding me down.

Daddy was licking me in the place where I had just peed. It was so filthy. He was licking me and stroking his big thing with his hand. I felt so ashamed, so dirty, so... good... Daddy's tongue was deep inside my little private place and wiggling... oh, my... oh, oh, my...

Then Daddy stopped. I was trembling with excitement and fear as he moved forward to climb on top of me, holding his big thing in his hand.

"No, Daddy, please..." I pleaded as he bent forward to perform the obscene act. "I'm too little Daddy," I whined as I felt the warmth of his dick head pressing into my childish sex lips.

"S- sorry, honey," he gasped. He grabbed my little hands, pinning them to the bed and hunched forward, forcing the thing up inside of me. "D- Daddy can't help it... Daddy NEEDS it..."

In my fantasy, Daddy's dick just - skewered me, squeezing all the way up inside in one lunge, and he groaned with lust as his balls flattened tightly against my little crotch.

And then Daddy was just... oh, just fucking me, pinning my hands to the bed, grunting and rutting in me, oblivious to my piteous whimpering, using my little body for his pleasure, gasping shockingly filthy words I've never heard Daddy say, words no little girl should ever hear.

My delicate little pussy hurt as he thrust his blunt tool into me. It hurt so bad... hurt so good...

I desperately wanted Daddy to stop the bad thing he was doing to me -- yet with each obscene smack of his balls against me I wanted... more. My Daddy's lewd grunting and sweating were disgusting... exciting... arousing...

My eyes glazed over, and then closed. I felt my body's response change from stiff resistance to meek acceptance...

And then... and then... my body just melted. I went completely limp. Every muscle in my body felt like Jell-O and I just laid there, letting my Daddy fuck me like a limp rag doll, his rough thrusts warming me, making me tingle and glow deep inside, making me want it.

Oh, god, the shameful realization that I wanted it... Oh, I was such a bad girl... I felt the thing plunging into me, knowing it was sinfully wrong... and I just laid there, limp and helpless and wanting it... oh, god, I WANTED my Daddy to do this... this filthy thing to me...

My mind reeled - disgusted both by the sheer nastiness of what my Daddy was doing and by my craving for it; my deep, female craving for penis -- feeling my vagina lewdly sucking on it as he withdrew, yearning to be plugged, again, and again, and again, with my Daddy's thick, masculine meat.

Burning with shame, I desperately tried to quell my loud, ragged moans of pleasure, but I couldn't. They burst out of me unbidden. I was grunting and howling like an animal, straining for sexual release, obscenely hunching my childish hips to swallow my Daddy's swollen penis deep inside my hungry little hole, burning and tingling inside with each lunge, closer and closer to ecstasy...

The bedroom door opened, a package dropped to the floor and I turned to see my Mommy, eyes and mouth round with shock, both hands plastered to her face.

"Stop, Daddy, STOP!" I shrieked, squirming furiously beneath his heaving body as I stared at Mommy.

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked into her shocked face... then my eyes rolled back in my head, my little ankles locked around Daddy's waist as I plunged into orgasm, grinding my throbbing little love button into his pubic hairs and screeching my pleasure as I CUM... and CUM... and CUM... my eyes squeezed shut in shame, knowing Mommy was watching, but powerless to stop the shattering orgasm.

"Oh, God! Oh, my GOD!" Mommy shrieked, staring down at me in horror as I sobbed and moaned in orgasmic ecstasy, my little female sex frantically squeezing and sucking on the delicious penis planted deep inside of me.

"Oh, shit!" Daddy grunted as he jerked his squirting dick out of me with an obscene slurp, the wet thing still ejaculating thick, ropy squirts of semen as he turned to face Mommy.

Mommy was crying, looking down at the jism still pumping out of Daddy's jerking dick, and then at me, lying limp, dazed and satisfied in the bed with his sperm leaking out of me.

"H- how COULD you," Mommy sobbed. "How could you DO that... to our little girl?"

"I- it's okay, Mommy," I gasped in a shaky voice, groggily heaving myself up and reaching for my Daddy's spent dick. "I like it. Don't you?"

I looked into my Mommy's eyes as I took the slimy thing into my mouth and sucked on it, curling my little fingers around Daddy's heavy balls.

"My... my god, you... you've turned our little girl into a... into a little SLUT!" Mommy hissed.

"Mm-hmm," I nodded slowly, my body tingling at the nasty taste of my Daddy's sperm. "Mm-hmmmmm," I murmured as I sucked on his slimy penis, bringing my hand to my crotch to masturbate as I felt it begin to thicken in my mouth...

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