Perverts 'R' Us

The Chicago Story!

By Spin ( MMM/g, pedo, anal, oral, cons, 1st )

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A vintage electric fan whirred noisily on the windowsill of a partially opened window while nine-year-old Roberta stood looking, gazing and admiring herself in her bedroom mirror. A wide smile soon crept over her face at the thought of teasing her new neighbor.

Totally naked, she stood in a strategic place to allow a clean view of her body from across the alley. "Yes! There he is. He's looking at me!" she mumbled excitedly as she pretended not to notice.

The repeated nightly drama began innocently one night when the fourth grader happened to undress as usual in her bedroom on the second floor of her daddy's 'brownstone' apartment. A young boy's face suddenly appeared, reflecting in her mirror from the window across the alley. The face belonged to her new neighbor she realized and seemed to stare intently as she stripped off her clothes. Thrilled at the spectacle of being watched, she began to tease and pose, hiding her nakedness for a fleeting moment and then turning abruptly to offer a full frontal view of her young body. Her little pussy tingled with a newly discovered erotic pleasure as she continued to exhibit her sexual secrets to another.

The hot, muggy nights in the west side of Chicago demanded open windows. The fact that air conditioning wouldn't be invented for another thirty years, meant that living in the urban neighborhoods of any city had it's rewards if one knew what to look for…and when to pay attention.

Roberta's new young neighbor wasn't her only audience.

"That's it honey! Oh yeah! Oh God! Take it all off! You're so damn beautiful sweetie. I gotta fuck that sweet little pussy for sure," Paul Garazano mumbled out loud as he watched the amazing sight through his window.

With his swollen cock in his hand, the old gangster moaned and grunted as an explosion of hot, sticky cum shot like a cannon out of his apartment window. Thick gobs of sperm fell silently to unsuspecting passers by on the sidewalk below, leaving them in wonder as they struggled to remove the strange goo from their hair and clothes.

The nightly show of the pretty nine-year-old girl undressing in front of Paul's eyes was exciting…but torturous to his sexually starved brain. His wife died years ago and his attempts at getting laid were a dismal failure…mostly because he was a fat, sloppy looking old guy with bad breath and known in the city as a notorious thug. His only redeeming qualities were that he always seemed to have plenty of cash and unlimited contacts.

The young girl's father was Paul's friend…and a respected member of one of the city's most dangerous gangs. Getting close to his young, tempting little daughter would be perilous, but maybe do-able. Until then, he could only watch with desire as the little cock-tease taunted and toyed with his manhood-and probably another dozen or so happy voyeurs in the neighborhood.

When Paul imagined that the whole neighborhood probably joined him in witnessing the nightly 'child strip show' across the alley, he wasn't wrong. But to Roberta, her only witness was a little boy, safely tucked away in his family's apartment and nothing more than a silent, harmless viewer to her mischievous antics. Undressing in front of her bedroom window and teasing her neighbor was entertainment as far as she was concerned.

Sunday morning mass at the local Catholic Church saw many new members.

Mostly men and boys, the ranks of the usual worshipers swelled, owing to a certain little nine-year-old temptress that walked into the church on the arm of her single father. Heads turned as if a new messiah was upon them. But little Roberta was oblivious to her growing collection of fans. Like love struck puppies, her neighbors eagerly began to attend church after finding out that the she would be there.

Roberta's provocatively short dress and shiny 'Mary Jane' shoes added a special sexuality to the cute preteen. Tongues hardened and dicks went to a full erection as she quietly accompanied her daddy to a vacant seat in the sanctuary of the church. As she walked down the isle, smiling eager faces enthusiastically offered their seats until her father decided to sit next to his old buddy and fellow gangster; Paul Garazano.

Paul's mouth drooled as he glanced at young Roberta in her Sunday best dress. The pretty girl's body, sitting only 'inches away' was unexpected, but a thrilling opportunity!

Roberta's father grinned at Paul in a friendly, "happy to see you," sort of way as he began a bit of small talk about nothing in particular. But Paul's eyes and interests were locked on his friend's daughter and the memory of seeing the little girl's delicious looking naked body, night after night for the past week. Absentmindedly, the old gangster rubbed the lump in his crotch as he imagined the naughty things he would do with the little tease if he ever got the chance. His face smiled brightly when the girl happened to glance in his direction. Then she smiled, as a bright yellow halo of innocence seemed to radiate around her soft-featured angelic face.

To Paul, he was looking at the essence of a child sex goddess…if there ever was one! Unconsciously, he licked his lips with a lust filled desire to fondle and touch the softness between her silky smooth thighs. His balls warmed at the thought of stuffing his thick cock inside of the little wonder's tight, preteen pussy. "God! What an incredible 'fuck' THAT would be!" he thought.

Even at the age of six, Roberta's cuteness and fine, delicate looking skin turned heads wherever she went in the neighborhood. At the age of nine, she had evolved into a stunningly pretty girl. Her shapely little ass was a seductive feature that didn't go unnoticed by even the most righteous of adult men in the neighborhood. The priest was no exception.

After the mass, Father O'Donnell casually strolled over to greet Roberta and her father.

An animated smile appeared as he shook her father's hand and gently patted Roberta's head.

"Would you like to stay for ice cream and cake my dear?" He asked the young girl while toying nervously with the vestments on his robe.

Roberta's eyes lit up with excitement as she asked her daddy for permission.

"Okay honey, but you better come right home after the ice cream and cake thing is over," he replied as he bid the priest goodbye and walked away with Paul.

Sunday was a day of rest, even for gangster types like Roberta's daddy and his friend Paul. A day at the Illinois Downs Racetrack seemed like a good idea for a couple of overworked criminals. With his daughter safely in the hands of the Catholic Church priest, Roberta's father followed Paul to his car.

Father O'Donnell smiled to himself as he escorted the temptingly pretty Roberta into his personal living quarters. A few nuns scurried away like church mice when he entered his residence with the little girl. Whispers of gossip soon filled the distant hall as they finally disappeared out of sight. The sight of Father O'Donnell or one of the other priests in the private company of a child and about to do unspeakable things to their innocence was nothing new-and usually ignored by the church leadership.

"Where are the other kids?" Roberta inquired when she noticed that she was the only child in the room. "I thought we were having an ice cream party," she continued with a puzzled look.

"Oh! We're gonna have our own party and you're the special guest of honor my dear," he responded with a gleam in his eyes, as he whispered under his breath. "Thank you God!"

The Illinois racetrack was the typical nonstop arena of noisy chaos as Paul and Roberta's daddy stood in the betting line with eager anticipation. It was always the same. "They were about to win big!" Paul had his usual bankroll, but Roberta's father still had the entire week's collection of the mob's money, which was supposed to be turned in on Saturday. His busy weekend prevented him from going across town to meet the boss, but it wasn't usually a big deal. He would stop by on Monday without consequences, he reminded himself as he placed his bets for the first race of the day.

"My! You look delicious…I mean you look very pretty today," The priest commented to Roberta as he scooped out the ice cream into a bowl.

"Thank you Father O'Donnell. My daddy bought this dress for my birthday and a whole bunch of new panties too!" She responded as her eyes fixed on the huge scoop of tasty looking vanilla ice cream.

"I'll bet your panties look pretty too," The priest replied as he handed over the bowl of ice cream to his young guest. "I'll bet I can guess the color of your panties too!" He continued with a twinkle in his eyes as he imagined feeling up and fondling the young child's tempting little body.

To an unsuspecting, young preteen girl, letting an adult see her panties under the pretence of a game was just harmless fun and maybe just-a little naughty. Roberta grinned impishly as she challenged her priest to guess the color of her underwear.

"Okay honey, but first let's get more comfortable," he suggested as he motioned for Roberta to follow him into the privacy of his bedroom.

A brief sense of peril and danger flashed through Roberta's young, inexperienced brain when she realized that she was alone in a man's bedroom. But after all, she was with her trusted priest, the icon of faith and connection with God that she had known all her life.

Feeling at ease when her priest smiled and removed his official robe and vestments, she joined him as they sat on the edge of his bed while enjoying their serving of ice cream.

"Well Father. Aren't ya gonna guess the color of my panties?" She asked with a naughty grin.

"Oh yeah sweetie, I almost forgot. I bet your panties are uh…pink," he challenged as he tried to hide the erection in his pants.

Roberta flashed a wide grin as she responded, "N-o-o-o Guess again."

"Okay! But if I guess right this time, you promise to let dear old Father

O'Donnell touch your panties as a reward? I've always wanted to feel a little girl's panties, particularly after hearing how soft and smooth they are. You know honey, I've never had children and…well I miss some things that fathers get to do when they have a little girl like you," The fifty-year-old priest almost seemed like he was begging as Roberta's brain absorbed what he was saying to her.

After a moment of thought, the natural nurturing instinct of every little girl answered the lust driven needs of the old priest.

"Uh huh I guess, but my daddy would get really mad if he found out so we can't ever tell anybody, Okay?" Roberta whispered as if she was fully aware of what her family's priest was asking of her.

For reasons unknown to her, Roberta positioned her body in such a way that Father O'Donnell could easily see the color of her panties. Her slender legs spread as she sat on the edge of the bed while the Priest's eyes seemed to focus under her dress as she fidgeted to get more comfortable.

A thin smile soon appeared as her priest began to speak.

"H-m-m-m! I'll bet that you have white panties on today, right sweetie?"

"Uh huh. You wanna see em?" Roberta replied cheerfully as she reclined on her back, lifting the hem of her dress above her waist and exposing her naked thighs and bright white, silk underpants.

Father O'Donnell gasped as his lust filled eyes examined the luscious looking little body that lay on his bed. His lips smacked with anticipation as he gently smoothed his trembling fingertips along the length of Roberta's smooth thighs. The sensation warmed his loins and inspired his cock to nearly explode into a full erection.

The faint slit under the thin material of Roberta's underwear made its secret location easily visible, inviting the priest's fingertips for a feel of the child's forbidden, elusive sex.

"Hey! That's…my vagina. You're not 'posed to touch…mmm…that feels nice father," Roberta responded as her tiny eyes closed in submission.

The bedroom fell suspiciously silent as Father O'Donnell began his pleasures with his little guest.

His heart beat faster with expectation as he traced his fingertip up and down Roberta's shallow slit. His brain was putty from the sensation of fingering the little girl that filled his fantasies, night after night. Gently, he pushed a fingertip into her tender vagina, almost making a hole in her panties. Roberta sighed, squirming on the bed while the priest fondled her young pussy.

She couldn't stop him. No! She didn't want him to stop. Her whole body tingled from being touched and massaged between her thighs. Then suddenly, her panties were being pulled down. "Oh! Father O'Donnell touch me there some more…please…Oh!" Roberta mumbled to herself as the warmth of a hand cupped directly over her naked pubic mound.

Father O'Donnell gazed with a wide grin at Roberta's nearly naked body. It had been a long time since he had the pleasure of feeling up a young child's sex. But over the years of his career as a priest, there had been hundreds of little girls and a dozen or more that let him stuff his cock into their sweet little pussies. Having sex with a preteen girl was the ultimate sensation to a man that purported to live a life of celibacy.

Roberta lay still with her slender, smooth legs opened in total surrender while her panties remained pulled down to her ankles. Her shiny, black patent leather 'Mary Jane' style shoes and knee stockings added the perfect erotic touch, as far as Father O'Donnell was concerned. The young girl's naked sex and luscious looking thighs looked as if her skin was glowing with the forbidden innocence and purity that only children possess.

"M-m-m. Oh My! Roberta sighed as Father O'Donnell began kissing and licking her young body, from the shiny black leather of her shoes to her open thighs. His head bobbed as he moved between her legs, kissing and sucking on her fine preadolescent skin until his warm breath warmed her naked slit. Then gently, his tongue licked at her tiny pink vaginal opening, spreading her labia while plunging deep into her young pussy for the first time.

Roberta squirmed on the bed while her priest did unimaginable things to her most sacred places- licking and sucking the juices of her youth while hot flashes of intense waves filled her immature brain with a surprising sexual awareness.

The priest continued his pleasures until the nine-year-old girl began to thrash, pushing her hips violently into his face while groans and gasps filled the room with the sounds of a child's first orgasm.

"OH! OH! MY! FATHER O'DONNELL…OH! Roberta moaned after a mind-numbing climax consumed her body with the most powerful, sensuous feelings of her young life.

Father O'Donnell had a fetish for little girls and their clothes, particularly for the popular style of the day, "black patent leather, Mary Jane Shoes"

While Roberta lay in a state of newly discovered bliss and sexual satiation, the priest methodically unbuckled each of her shoes. Each one was pressed to his lips for a moment until he kissed the buckle as if it was a prize of some kind. He smiled to himself with delight while slipping the young girl's socks off of each foot, followed by her panties.

"PLEASE FATHER O'DONNELLY. DON'T DO THAT OR I'LL TELL MY DADDY!" Roberta complained as the priest kneeled between her young thighs and began to guide his swollen cock into her tight, preteen pussy.

The threat was made in a serious tone with conviction.

Father O'Donnell paused for a moment to gauge Roberta's demands that he stop. Then he noticed a tear trickle down one cheek as she turned her head to one side and spoke in a whisper.

"Is it gonna hurt?" she asked as she continued to face blankly away.

"Just a slight sting my love, just a slight sting," he replied while his brain suddenly felt drugged when he began to insert his thick cock into the heavenly warmth and amazing tightness of a child's pussy.

"OW-E-E! STOP! I WANNA GO HOME NOW!" Roberta cried at about the same instant that Father O'Donnell's balls exploded like a fire hose into her young vagina.

Fucking the most incredible young girl of his dreams wouldn't be interrupted today! No! Father O'Donnell's cock was too immersed in the depths of Roberta's tight, warm pussy. But struggling to hold the girl down on the bed while he pumped her young fuck-hole was a mistake to be reckoned with if her daddy ever found out. Everyone knew about her father and his gangster ways.

Reluctantly, the priest pulled his thick meat from Roberta's ravaged preteen vagina. A steady stream of milky, thick cum flowed slowly from her reddened pussy onto the bed sheets and collected in scattered pools while bright red globs of blood mixed with the gooey mess.

"Oh my! Where did all that blood come from, Father?" Roberta asked with a frightened, surprised look.

The Priest's explanation about the blood and sticky looking sperm on the bed was a pivotal point in young Roberta's life. A trusted priest had stolen her precious innocence and youth while ingratiating his own needs and selfish desires. Wonder filled her brain as she walked home alone. Her vagina was still sore from her recent deflowering and questions about her faith surfaced. But even though she felt used and betrayed by her church and Father O'Donnell, she couldn't ignore those pleasant sensations that he bestowed on her young body. Memories of her first mind-numbing climax remained in her brain, fueling a desire for more, but having that thick adult cock stuffed into her young pussy was painful and messy. That! She could do without, she thought as she finally reached her daddy's apartment.

The day at the racetrack was proving to be a financial disappointment to Roberta's father.

His personal bankroll was soon exhausted, leaving him without funds to recoup the heavy losses that accumulated from betting on the wrong horses. Paul was sympathetic but as usual, his luck was much better.

Desperate to cash a winning ticket, Roberta's dad caved into the perilous temptation of using the mob's money.

"That's a bad idea my friend," Paul warned.

After another five races and most of the mob's money gone, Roberta's father came to his senses. Nearly five thousand dollars had been lost and the consequences could be fatal if the money wasn't replaced. For the first time in his criminal life, the young girl's father was concerned for his own life…and his daughter's. The mob isn't very forgiving when it comes to losing their ill-gotten gains.

"Maybe there's a way out of your mess," Paul mentioned as they headed back to the city.

"Okay! I'm all ears," Roberta's father replied.

"You might not like what I'm about to suggest so think of the trouble you and your daughter are in before you say anything," Paul continued as he drove the car into traffic.

"If you don't have the money for your boss tomorrow, you and that cute daughter of yours will most likely be shot and tossed into the river. But in exchange for a night with Roberta, I'll give you the money and you'll both live."

"You pervert! I should put a bullet in your brain right now for just suggesting such a thing. That's my little girl you're talking about having sex with and she's only nine you bastard!" Roberta's father spoke angrily as he pointed his pistol at Paul's head.

"Calm down. All I wanna do is feel her up and touch her little pussy. Now how bad could that be for five thousand bucks and a sure fire way to save you and your daughter's young life?" Paul argued in his most convincing tone.

Suddenly the undeniable truth hit like a rock as Roberta's daddy thought about Paul's unexpected offer. After a few moments of soul searching and wondering how he could get his daughter to cooperate and let an adult fondle her young innocence, he finally agreed.

"No! Please daddy. I don't like that man. He smells and looks like a…Oh alright!" Roberta whined until finally giving into her daddy's wishes.

For the first time, Roberta's father looked at his young, pretty daughter in a new way.

After examining her shapely little ass and cute face, he understood why grown men would be attracted to the child. After his wife left him, he had even thought about having her in his bed, but was afraid she would refuse and tell the wrong person.

Roberta wore a sad face as she dressed according to Paul's wishes. Wearing a short skirt and knee-high stockings, she smiled at her appearance in the mirror. "Why did adult men want her?" She wondered as she slipped on her black, patent leather Mary Jane shoes. Then she remembered how Father O'Donnell reacted that day, kissing her shoes as if he was attracted to them for some reason.

"Maybe its my shoes they like!" She reasoned with satisfaction as she polished the leather with a cloth and suddenly walked into the arms of Paul who was waiting to claim his prize, the ultimate night with a very desirable young little girl.

Paul licked his lips as he walked into his apartment with young Roberta at his side.

"You live like a pig!" She commented before she realized what she said.

"Well my darling, maybe you can clean up after…after…

"You mean after you touch my body all over and do things like Father O'Donnell did to me?" Roberta interrupted in a sarcastic way.

Paul was taken aback at the young girl's revelation about being molested by the Catholic Priest, but now it was HIS turn to enjoy the forbidden fruits of this little cock tease.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Paul motioned for Roberta to stand in front of him.

His brain filled with lust, Paul reached under the young girl's skirt and began to smooth his fingertips over the sensuous curve of her exquisite, shapely little butt. The delicate skin under the fabric of her panties mesmerized his senses when he slid his hand inside of her underpants. Nothing in his lifetime ever felt THIS alluring and erotic, he thought as he continued to explore and fondle his first preteen 'piece of ass.'

Roberta closed her eyes, pretending to be somewhere else while her father's friend slowly slipped her panties down to her shoes. Cringing with a sense of disgust, she made a face of contempt when his thick fingertip began to poke clumsily into her naked slit. Then she was suddenly placed on the bed and stripped totally naked, except for her shoes and knee stockings.

"You look sexy…and very appetizing you little whore," Paul commented as he began to undress.

"Is that what I am? A whore?" Roberta thought to herself as a tear fell slowly down her cheek.

Her eyes opened wide at the startling sight of Paul's huge, thick cock as he kneeled between her open legs.

"I'm gonna fuck your little pussy silly," the gangster announced as he aimed his swollen penis into Roberta's tight little vagina.

"OH GOD IN HEAVEN! UH! GRUNT! I'M CUMIN! I'M…OH…UGH!

The familiar sensation of having her young vagina stuffed with a huge adult penis didn't bother Roberta this time. Unlike when her Priest did this to her, there was no pain. Instead, she lay in surrender as Paul slowly impaled her tiny fuckhole, pumping in and out of her pussy while squirting the last drop of his seed into her cunt. Although Roberta didn't like Paul, she liked the feeling of his thickness moving inside of her and pleasant warmth of his juice as it filled her young body.

Paul's brain felt drugged by the intensely powerful pleasure of fucking his first preteen child. Stuffing his cock into the pretty, nine-year-old girl's pussy was even better and more fulfilling than he ever imagined.

To Paul's surprise, young Roberta began to hunch his cock, thrusting her small body as she tried to fuck him while his dick remained inside of her vagina and embedded all the way to the child's womb. Together they took up the natural sync, gyrating their bodies until Roberta groaned out loud and commenced to thrash violently with her back arching up in the air.

"OH MY! OH DADDY! Roberta cried as she imagined that her daddy was the one in bed with her…and NOT a disgusting fat pig like Paul.

"That's it honey! Fuck me hard sweetie. I'll be your daddy," Paul mumbled while plunging his massive meat deep into Roberta's young pussy.

Roberta sighed as her climax finally took its course, sending waves of sexual gratification to her brain. Paul continued to fuck the child, even though his load had been emptied into her young vagina. Then his balls announced another impending orgasm, shooting another load of his hot, thick semen into the girl.

Roberta's tiny eyes opened wide when she felt the sudden flood of more sperm, filling her young pussy with warmth and finally leaking all over her naked butt. A contorted look of discomfort soon crept over her face when she realized that her bare skin was sticking like glue to the bed sheets as puddles of Paul's semen oozed out of her body in a river of thick cum.

"Yucky!" She complained as she tried to move away from the offending substance.

Grunts and groans from Paul's lips echoed off the walls of the room as he squeezed the last of his cum into Roberta. His knees ached from arthritis as he hovered over the young child's naked body while his cock slowly pulled out of her ravaged fuckhole. Glancing between Roberta's legs, he noticed a steady flow of sperm, leaking out of her smooth, hairless preteen pussy and joining what looked like a lake full of sticky, gooey cum all over his bed.

A smile of satisfaction painted over Paul's face when he realized that his young fuckmate was fast asleep and obviously satiated, as evidenced by the dreamy, satisfied look of contentment on her face.

Paul took a moment just to admire the young preteen goddesses magnificent little body. Marveling at such a wonder, his eyes examined every pristine inch of the girl's smooth, naked features. Leaving Roberta's " Shiny Patent Leather Shoes" on her feet was a reminder and certification that he actually had a child in his bed.

Yes! The five thousand he paid to her daddy was a bargain, he mused while smoothing a fat, thick fingertip along the length of Roberta's cum saturated slit.

After an extended nap, Roberta tried to pry her little body from the sticky bed sheets.

PAUL! "GOD DAMN IT PAUL!" She spoke out loud with words driven by her disgust; words that she had never said before but overheard often when her daddy would get angry.

Totally naked, except for her shoes and socks, Roberta began the chore of cleaning Paul's apartment while he slept. He snored like an animal while occasionally muttering something in his sleep.

Dirty pans were everywhere and filth occupied ever corner, the child noticed.

After a noisy hour or so of cleaning and arranging the kitchen and bathroom, Roberta sought relief in the warm, soothing water of the shower. Realizing that her young vagina was sore, she massaged her slit while washing Paul's sticky semen from her butt cheeks and pubic mound. "Yucky!" She exclaimed, as the thick, milky white substance dripped to the shower floor in gobs.

"Hi sweetie. Is there room for me in there?" Paul asked with a grin as he suddenly appeared.

"Oh great!" Roberta mumbled to herself as Paul interrupted a needed, moment of solitude.

"Okay honey. You wash me and I'll wash that sweet little body of yours," he offered as he stepped into the shower stall with his enormously thick cock waving back and forth like a tree branch in the wind.

"OH C'MON! Suck on it baby." Paul commanded as he motioned for Roberta to take his penis into her mouth.

"NO! I DON'T WANNA…M-M-PH! The complaining ended when Paul literally forced his cock into Roberta's open mouth as she kneeled on the floor in front of him.

"M-M-M" The young girl continued sucking without further protest.

"UGH! SPUTTER! GAG!"

Ropes of hot, thick sperm instantly filled Roberta's tiny mouth. Gagging and spiting out the foul tasting cum, she suddenly stood up and cursed her new friend.

"I HATE YOU! She announced as glistening drops of semen fell from her chin.

Paul laughed so hard that his heart gave out, causing him to collapse dead in the shower.

The remaining days of the summer went without any mention in the newspapers about a suspicious death in the neighborhood. Roberta's father seemed grateful that his old buddy and fellow criminal, was dead, particularly after having sex with his young underage daughter. But thoughts of his pretty Roberta occupied his brain and it was more difficult than ever NOT to take advantage of such a beautiful child, even though she IS his daughter.

"The fall season in the city of Chicago always comes with an announcement of chilly, high winds and adapting to a secluded life indoors. Roberta occupied her time at night by playing with her dolls while her daddy read a book or newspaper.

"Come here honey," Roberta's father whispered suspiciously one night as she walked into the parlor.

Dressed only in a thin nightshirt and panties, she looked enticing to him.

"Yes daddy," she answered softly as she climbed up in his lap and hugged his neck in an affectionate way.

"You're getting to be a big girl now and I love you very much. I just want you to know how much your daddy loves you," he continued as Roberta snuggled closer to his chest.

"I love you too daddy…and you can touch me if ya wanna," she offered as if she realized an inevitable new twist in their daughter-daddy relationship.

A passionate kiss between them developed into heavy petting until Roberta's daddy carried her into his bedroom.

For the first time in her life, the young girl's heart thumped from feeling truly loved and desired.

More passionate kisses followed while her daddy lay next to her on his bed. Ever so gentle, he began to smooth his fingertips over every inch of her young body. Then she sighed with arousal when she felt her daddy's hand slide down her tummy and rest over her panty-covered slit. A gasp of excitement and surprise escaped from her mouth as her panty leg was pulled to one side, followed by the warmth of her daddy's finger, searching and exploring her tiny sex. "OH! DADDY!" she moaned as his warm mouth clamped directly over the thin material of her underwear and began to suck on her young pussy.

"I love you s-o-o much daddy," she whispered as her vagina began to tingle with familiar sensations.

"OH! OH MY! DADDY! OH YES! OH YES!" Roberta moaned as her daddy continued to suck and lick her young pussy until her body arched up from the bed while spasms of a powerful climax gripped her brain with such intensity that she passed out cold from sensory overload.

Roberta's father smiled to himself with a deep sense of satisfaction as he witnessed his own daughter having an orgasm. Soon, he had her panties off and the nightshirt. Then he flipped her on her tummy to satisfy a long, overdo urge to fuck his child in her sweet, shapely little ass.

"O-W-E-E DADDY! That hurts," Roberta suddenly came to life when she felt her daddy's thick cock impale her tender young butt hole.

After coating his penis with a generous amount of saliva, her daddy eased his member into his daughter's tight, preteen rectum. The sensation was the most sexually gratifying experience that he had ever known.

"Ugh! Grunt! Oh honey! I love you sweetheart. OH GOD I'M C-C-CUMING IN MY DAUGHTER!"

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