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Author's Note: Reposting the first 4 chapters of this rather lengthy
story complete with original headers. A NEW chapter 5 has been
transcribed finally and will be posted as well. I hope someone somewhere
will enjoy it.
Nota Bene: If you juxtapose the main characters' name's first letters
instead of Nick Price it becomes Nice Prick. Wasn't sure if anyone
picked up on that or not. Too anal retentive? <sighs>
WARNING: The following fictional tale deals with incest and underage
sexual situations. Please see the story codes to see if the story may be
illegal to read in your part of the world, for it certainly is illegal
to perform it. But hey, this is fiction, and anything goes.
DISCLAIMER: The incidents, characters and descriptions contained herein
do not identify themselves with any known living or dead persons,
places, things or events. The incest scenes in future chapters are
"posed" and as such are not actual fathers and daughters. Everything
else is game. So what are you waiting fo? Go on......read.
NOTE: This story and idea for the story was written circa 1990. I had
banged it out (no pun intended) on a 1986 Model Smith-Corona Selectric
Typewriter on 40 (forty) 8 and-a-half by 11 size Gold Bond Typing Paper
sheets typed in "Elite" letter size, single-spaced with no paragraphs
utilizing half-inch top and bottom margins. Translated that means it is
a long story.
Basically, the idea centered around a male character who is a
photographer/videographer, supplanting his income by photographing
and/or videotaping what some may call sleazy and/or forbidden subjects.
Nick Price is his name and porn is his game. Anything you want. Period.
His clientele consists mainly of wealthy men who pay top dollar for
their predilections, which sometimes runs to the illegal. But, Nick
Price has a social conscience and morals. He is no sleazy skin merchant.
His actresses are paid handsomely and are never forced to do anything
they do not wish to do. As you will see, his actresses are hard to find,
but in the world of money, anything can be gotten.
Nick considers himself to be so-so looking, and it seems that girls of
any age are attracted to him. And that suits him just fine, as he has
his own predilection for the younger ages.
This story deals with one day in the life of Nick Price, owner and
operator of Custom Shoots, Ltd. It deals with four separate photo
shoots/video sessions and describes each in detail. It also deals with a
little bit of fun for Nick after the shoots, too.
I have edited only slightly, fixing a word or so here or there, but have
tried to leave the overall story intact as it was written 13 years ago.
It may seem a bit juvenile at times, but my writing back then was still
unpolished.
Not that its come a long way since then, but............
Please, read on and enjoy!
"Custom Shoots, Ltd."
a Nick Price tale
written by Nick Price
a/k/a kids_at_play
Chapter 4: Shoot #3
(gg, mast, Mg, inc cons, voy, mast, oral)
As I was changing sets, I heard a voice call out my name from somewhere
in the back rooms.
"Mr. Price? Mr. Price?"
It was Jolene.
I went towards the back and listened so I could know from where the
voice was coming from.
Suddenly, from a side door came Jolene. She bumped right into me.
"Oops! Sorry!" she said, looking at me.
Of course I had an erection from watching the two previous videos I had
been taping and Jolene had run right into it. She had to have felt it.
"What is it, Jolene?" I asked her impatiently. "I'm working!" I added.
"Uh -- I -- I have to go to the bathroom," she said. "Where is it?"
I pointed off to the right and said, "Down that way, turn left, third
door down the hall."
"Th-thanks," Jolene said nervously, her eyes darting to my crotch and
then away again.
"How's -- how's everything going in there?" Jolene asked curiously.
'Fine. Everything's running real smoothly," I answered.
She just smiled at me and turned to go.
I thought of the previous sets and scenes and added, "Maybe later -- you
know, if I have time left -- we can -- uh, I mean -- I can do those
pictures for you."
Jolene stopped and looked back at me.
"You -- you mean it?" she asked.
"Sure -- but only if I have time, all right?"
"That's great, Mr. Price," Jolene said and turned back and began
skipping down the hall to the bathroom.
I went back to the stage and began setting up the next set. Actually, it
was two sets, two different sets for the one video shoot.
The first was a makeshift lavatory stall, like in a girls' bathroom. It
was supposed to be set in a school, and I had a real toilet and had
constructed the side doors and swinging front door out of real wood. It
was painted black and sealed with a shiny enamel to give it a faux metal
look.
The second set was a girls' bedroom. The bedroom was done mostly in
pink. Pink bedcovers, pink blankets and drapes, with blue walls and a
dark pink rug on the floor. The bureaus and dressers were white.
Everything was set.
This shoot would include the two 10-year-old girls and then later on
just the one and her "daddy".
The "daughter" was 10 years old and named Samantha Geisler. She was very
pretty and had long, flowing straight dark brown chestnut hair, which
hung halfway down her back.
I called for Samantha, who had a solo scene, which then would segue into
the lavatory scene, and she came onto the set dressed very smartly in a
long-sleeved cream-colored textured slipover blouse tucked into a purple
above-the-knee length rayon skirt with a zipper in the front and a belt
around her waist. On her feet she wore brown shiny leather boots with
tied shoelaces and white triple roll socks that were pushed down towards
the tops of her boots.
Since Samantha was only 10 years old, she did not have need of a
brassiere and therefore wore nothing underneath her cream-colored
slipover top.
I yelled, "Action" and started the video camera rolling.
<scene starts>
Samantha walked into her bedroom and went over to her vanity table where
a chair sat before a large oval-shaped mirror. She stared into the
mirror at her reflection. She picked up a hairbrush and started running
it through her long chestnut hair, thinking.
Now she was totally confused! What happened today only served to addle
her ten-year-old mind as well as her whole outlook on life. She was only
10 years old, but she knew a lot about sex and that stuff -- well, maybe
she didn't know all that much -- but she sure knew what made boys
different from girls.
She wasn't at that age yet when girls started liking boys -- she still
thought boys were yucky and gross pigs.
Samantha looked at her chest in the mirror. She turned her torso this
way and that. Nothing! She hadn't yet begun to develop any breasts yet!
She had heard stories from the older girls about something called a
"period" and how when you got it you were growing into a woman. And at
that time you always started growing these lumps on your chest and soon
had to start wearing a brassiere to cover them. But of course she didn't
have anything to cover!
Samantha put the hairbrush down on the vanity table. She looked at her
face in the mirror -- at her thin, pouting red lips -- at her pretty
dark blue eyes -- she was pretty, she knew that! But after today, she
didn't know what to do or how to act.
It started with her best friend, Nicole Bentz.
Nicole also was 10 years old, well, actually she was closer to 11 than
she was to 10. Nicole had short cut bobbed dark blonde hair and had that
plain look about her. She wasn't really pretty, like other girls were,
but had that kind of rough look, like a tomboy sort of look.
Nicole wore a lot of what she called "boy" clothes like denim jackets
and boys' jeans and stuff like that. When she did wear a dress or a
skirt she always looked funny in it, like it didn't look right on her or
something. And when she would wear a skirt (she hardly ever wore a
dress) she never wore tights or pantyhose with it, always socks and
boots. And it just looked kind of funny, that's all, Samantha thought to
herself.
Anyway, Nicole started it all! Well, not actually started it, but she
sure enough helped it along.
It wasn't too long ago that Samantha had found out something about her
body. It was in the bathtub one night when she was taking a bath. She
had washed all over with a washrag like usual and was washing her legs
on up to her thighs and the junction of her hips where her vagina was.
She started washing her vagina like she always did but suddenly her hand
slipped and her fingers brushed over her slit in the middle! A strange
sensation went through her young body. Like an electric shock!
Samantha stopped what she was doing and looked down into the water
between her legs.
She slowly brought her hand back to her puffy hillock between her legs
and ran her fingers over it. It felt all tingly.
She hurriedly climbed out of the tub and dried off and ran to her
bedroom where she slipped into her pajamas and slid into bed, turning
out the lights. In the darkness, Samantha snuck her hand down her p.j.'s
and in between her legs. Her fingers began to caress the softness of her
vagina. Tingly little feelings shot through her lower body, in and
around her stomach. She slipped two fingers down into her slit and felt
the small opening at the bottom. One finger slipped inside and she
gasped at the feeling!
Suddenly, her light came on and her father came into her bedroom!
She quickly pulled her hand out of her pajamas and lay still on her bed.
Her father came over to her bed and bent down and whispered, "Samantha?
Are you asleep yet?"
Samantha wondered if her father had seen her touching herself when he
came into her room unexpectedly.
She pretended to be waking up and said groggily, "Huh? Daddy, is that
you?"
"Yes, sweetheart, it's me. Sorry to wake you, dear. I just wanted to say
goodnight, that's all. Well, good night!" he had said and had kissed her
cheek and went back out of her room.
Samantha had lain there thinking about what she had felt. She wondered
if any of the other girls in her grade knew about this. She would most
certainly have to tell Nicole about it.
So that very next day Samantha went to school in her purple skirt and
ribbed cream-colored top and sought out her best friend, Nicole.
She went up to Nicole at her locker and saw that her friend was wearing
a blue denim jacket over top of a cream-colored plain blouse that was
ribbed like her own which was tucked into a two-tone brown and white
tartan plaid wraparound skirt with long fringes all around the bottom of
the skirt. Naturally, Nicole did not wear any tights or pantyhose with
her skirt but rather a pair of brown boots like she had on and a pair of
darker white crew socks which were falling down her legs.
Nicole's dark blonde hair hung nicely around her face and she just had
that "tough" look about her.
Samantha ran up to her friend and said in a hushed excited voice, "Wait
till I tell you what I discovered last night!", hugging her schoolbooks
to her chest.
Nicole was digging through her locker and said, "What? What did you find
out?"
"Something I bet you didn't know!" Samantha said, eager to relate her
story.
"What does it have to do with, Sam?" Nicole asked, calling her by her
shorter name. "Boys?"
Nicole almost said the word with a bit of spite in her voice.
"No! Not boys! They're gross! It's about your body," Samantha insisted.
Nicole closed her locker door and smiled at her cute little friend
Samantha. She thought that boys were gross, too. But little did her
friend Sam realize that she hated all boys. She had been sexually abused
when she was 5 years old and it had continued on up to when she was 9.
After that, Nicole hated all men -- even boys!
She was quite advanced in the sex area and she had turned her lustiness
towards girls. A social worker had initiated her into the joys of girl
love when she was 9 years old. Now she had waited for a chance to try
out what she knew on a girl her own age -- like Sam!
But right now she wondered what Sam was going on about.
"Come on, Nicole! There's still some time before first period. Let's go
in the bathroom."
Samantha started pulling on Nicole's denim jacket, pulling the blonde
girl with her. The girls carried their books down the hall and slipped
into the girls' lavatory. It was empty, all the other students going to
their classes.
"Come on! In the stall!" Samantha said, dragging Nicole into the
bathroom stall and shutting the door behind them and locking it.
"What is it, Sam?" Nicole asked, thinking that her friend had finally
flipped out.
"Wait till you hear about this!" Samantha said all excited. "Last night,
when I was taking a bath, right, well, I found this place where if you
touch it a certain way -- you, um -- you feel really net all over!"
"What do you mean?" Nicole asked her friend.
"You know -- um, uh -- down there?"
Samantha nodded down towards her legs and Nicole thought she meant her
feet.
"What? Your feet?"
"No, silly! Your -- um, your -- thing."
Samantha said the word very softly.
"What -- your cunny!"
"SHHH!" Samantha said, looking around to make sure that no one was in
the bathroom to hear Nicole say that word.
"Yeah, that. Not so loud, Nicole," Samantha said. "What did you call
it?"
"Your cunny. That's what I call it. That's what I've been told it is."
Nicole remembered what the men who had abused her had called it.
"Well, er, that's your -- vagina, isn't it?" Samantha asked.
"Yeah, well, I guess so. But I call it a cunny."
"Anyway," Samantha continued, "when you rub it, you get these weird
sensations, you know?"
"So you found out about your cunny, huh?" Nicole asked her friend. "You
finally discovered your joy spot, huh?"
"My what?"
"Your joy spot, you know? Did you -- did you -- play with yourself
then?" Nicole asked Sam.
Samantha remembered last night when she stuck her hand down her pajamas
and was rubbing it and her finger had slipped inside.
"Uh, well, kind of -- I guess," Samantha said shyly.
"What do you mean 'you guess'?" Nicole asked.
"Well, I -- um, I wasn't sure what I was -- um, doing, you know?"
"Just feeling around in the dark, huh, Sam?" Nicole said, smiling slyly.
"Did you -- um -- ever do it?" Sam asked.
"Do what?"
"Uh -- play with it -- um, with yourself?"
"Sure kid, lots of times! Want me to show you how?"
Nicole couldn't believe her luck. Sam was playing right into her hands.
"What -- what do you mean?" Samantha asked, her eyes getting big.
"You know -- how to finger yourself. That's what it's called --
fingering yourself. Want to learn how to do it?"
"I -- I don't know, Nicole. I --"
"There's only one way to learn how, Sam. You can't really see down in
between your own legs, now can you? So you'll have to watch someone else
do it to learn how, right? Haven't you ever seen another girl's cunny?"
"Never!" Samantha said, shaking her head.
"Well, I think it's time that you did!"
And with that, Nicole put her hand to her waist and Samantha watched as
the blonde-haired girl opened her tartan skirt at her hip.
Wide-eyed, Samantha saw Nicole open the wraparound skirt and drop it
down her legs. Underneath the skirt, Samantha saw a pair of white
panties. Samantha stared at her friend's pantied mound in between her
legs. It looked puffy and well-rounded at the junction of her thighs.
Is that what mine looks like? Samantha thought to herself.
Samantha herself was wearing a pair of cream-colored panties to match
her top.
"Okay, ready?" Nicole asked her and Samantha nodded her head.
Nicole put her hands on her waist and slipped some fingers inside the
elastic waistband of her white panties. She deftly pulled them down
below her crotch, uncovering her hairless little snatch.
Samantha was staring at another girl's vagina!
To Samantha it looked like a clam that was partially open in the middle.
A thin pink line ran down the center of two thick-lipped sides of flesh.
The delicate hillock disappeared underneath the curve of her blonde
friend's thighs. Above the protruding cleft was a hard bony area that
led down into the pink lips.
"They pretty much all look the same, Sam," Nicole said, standing in
front of the toilet with her panties down exposing her cunny to her best
friend.
"Let's see yours now," she said.
Samantha hesitated.
"Come on, Sam, it's all right," Nicole urged the young girl.
Nervously Samantha reached for the bottom of her purple skirt. She
slowly drew it up her legs instead of opening her belt and zipper. She
wanted to be able to drop her skirt in a hurry in case anyone came into
the bathroom.
Samantha lifted her skirt up to her waist and exposed her cream-colored
panties covering her mound.
Nicole was looking right at her panties!
"Go on, Sam. Show me."
Samantha held up her skirt with one hand and with the other she grasped
the side of her panties and started tugging them down. She pulled her
panties down to below her crotch and showed Nicole her own naked vagina!
Nicole studied her friend's hairless lips and liked what she saw.
"Really cute, Sam," Nicole said, and both girls stood there with their
cunnies showing.
"Want me to show you how, now?" Nicole said softly.
"Now?" Samantha asked. "Class is already starting and we're already
late!"
"So? We'll miss first period and then go to the office and tell them we
were both late getting to school."
"Oh, I guess so, okay!" Samantha said, eager to learn how to make
herself feel good at night in her bed.
"You can drop your skirt now, Sam. Just watch me."
Samantha dropped her purple skirt but left her panties hanging around
her knees.
Nicole sat down on the toilet seat and her tartan skirt and white
panties were around her ankles.
Samantha looked at her friend's spread legs and down inside them at her
tender vagina.
Nicole still had on her denim jacket and her white ribbed top.
"Watch closely now, Sam," Nicole said and Samantha came forwards closer
in order to see better.
Nicole opened her legs wider and slipped her hand to the top of her
cunny.
"This hard part here is your pubic bone. Then it turns into this part --
your cunnylips. I call them that but they're really your vaginal lips or
labia."
Samantha watched as Nicole ran her fingertips up and down the puffy pink
lips on either side of the line in the middle of her vagina.
"This is your slit," Nicole said, moving her finger up and down the fine
line that separated her labia.
"And down here -- is your cunnyhole -- or box."
Nicole held open her childish labia and showed Samantha her vaginal
opening.
"Now watch this," Nicole said, and she started rubbing her cunny with
her fingers, up and down and side to side.
As Samantha watched the blonde 10-year-old play with herself, she saw
Nicole's lips or labia turn a darker color of pink. They also started to
get wider and they seemed to open by themselves, exposing more of the
young girl's insides.
Something reddish and button-like started sticking out at the top of
Nicole's vagina.
"That's my clit," Nicole said, seeing that it had extended itself out
from its hiding place.
"It's at the top of your cleft, your slit, and is the one thing that
makes you go wild!"
Nicole started rubbing her distended clit and started moaning and
groaning on the toilet.
Samantha watched as her friend rolled the little nubbin between her
fingers. Niclole's eyes were shut and she was gasping as she fingered
her cunny. Nicole lifted her ass up off of the toilet seat and let out a
big groan and then relaxed back onto it.
She opened her eyes and looked at Samantha with a satisfied look on her
face.
"Oh, man, that was great!" Nicole said. "It was even better with you
watching me!" she added, smiling.
"What -- what did if feel like, Nicole?" Samantha asked her friend.
"Like nothing you'll ever feel, Sam," Nicole answered. "Wanna try it?"
"Um, okay," Samantha said, sheepishly.
"Come on, get on the toilet," Nicole said, getting up off of the seat
and moving sideways so that Samantha could get on it.
Nicole left her skirt and panties around her ankles and now stood in
between Samantha's spread legs. Samantha's panties still hung around her
knees and Nicole reached out and tugged them down the rest of the way to
her ankles. Then she pushed Samantha's skirt back up her thighs and
pushed it back to her friend's waist. She could see Samantha's bare
cunny.
Samantha put her one hand down in between her legs on top of her vagina.
She felt kind of funny with her hand on her vagina in front of her best
friend.
"Go ahead, Sam. You saw what I did -- play
with yourself."
Samantha started moving her fingers over her vagina slowly, as if unsure
of what to do.
"Want me to -- help?" Nicole asked softly.
Samantha looked into her friend's eyes.
Without saying a word, Nicole slipped her hand in between Samantha's
legs and put it over top of Samantha's hand. Samantha slowly removed her
hand and felt Nicole's hand suddenly touch her naked vagina!
It felt weird to have someone else touch her like that. Weird -- and
good.
Nicole felt Samantha's soft pink labia. She tenderly began to rub the
puffy slits of flesh like she knew that she would want to be touched.
Nicole softly caressed her friend's slit, sliding her fingers up and
down it. She fondled her friend's cunny, making circular motions in
between her legs. She saw Samantha's labia start to inflame and grow
more excited.
When Nicole's fingers brushed against her clit, Samantha let out a yelp!
Nicole spread apart Samantha's labia and teased the small hardened nub
out of its hiding place. She rolled it between her fingertips and made
Samantha groan and move about on the toilet seat.
Samantha was getting off!
When Samantha had orgasmed, Nicole removed her hand from in between her
friend's thighs.
"Wowie!" Samantha said breathlessly.
"Felt good, huh, Sam?" Nicole asked.
"Man, that was unreal! Wow!" Samantha moaned.
"Come on, let's get dressed. It's almost the end of first period,"
Nicole said, bending down and pulling up Samantha's panties for her.
Samantha pulled them up into place and smoothed her skirt down over her
legs. Nicole picked up her own panties and slipped them on, followed by
her tartan skirt, which she closed.
On their way to the office, Nicole whispered to Samantha, "Some other
time, maybe, I can show you another way to make each other feel good,
okay?"
"Okay," Samantha said, and wondered what it was.
That had been earlier today and Samantha was wondering if she was a bad
girl for doing those things with another girl. She knew that when she
got older that she would be interested in boys -- that was part of
growing up -- but would this experience now not let her be like that in
the future? She was all confused -- she knew
that much.
As she sat there on the chair in front of her vanity table, Samantha
brought her one foot up onto the seat of her chair in between her legs.
She untied her brown boot and loosened the tongue. She set that foot
back onto the ground and brought the other one up and untied that one,
loosening the tongue, and setting it back onto the floor. With her boots
loosened on her feet, Samantha stood up and went to her bedside. She
wanted to get changed into her after-school clothes.
She started unbuckling her belt around her waist with her back towards
her bedroom doorway. While she was opening her belt, Samantha pressed
the heel of one of her boots against the toe of the other and pulled up
on her foot inside the boot, slipping it out of the boot. Her
white-stockinged foot came out into the open air. She kicked the boot
aside and now pressed the toes of her stockinged foot to the back of her
other boot and used her toes to push off the brown boot from her other
stockinged foot. She kicked that boot aside and now stood in her
white-stockinged feet opening her skirt.
Her belt was now opened and she had pulled the zipper of her purple
skirt down in front, the skirt falling open but staying up around her
hips. She was so busy thinking about what happened today in school that
she did not hear someone come into her bedroom and come up behind her.
"How was school today, honey?" she suddenly heard her father's voice
behind her say.
Samantha jumped, startled, whirling around with a frightened look on her
face.
Randy Geisler jumped, too, his daughter's shriek scaring him in the
process.
"Oh, daddy!" Samantha cried, holding a hand to her heaving chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Samantha! I -- I didn't mean to scare you," Randy said,
looking at his pretty little daughter standing there in her white
stockinged feet.
Samantha caught her breath and saw that her father was dressed in only a
pair of white cotton underpants, the kind with the folds in the front
for men to use when they go to the bathroom.
Her eyes skimmed over her father's noticeably-outlined genitals beneath
the cotton molding of his undershorts.
Why was he dressed like that? Samantha wondered to herself as she caught
sight of her father's penis sticking out slightly from his groin.
"I heard you in here as I was changing to get a shower and I wanted to
talk to you before you got changed and went out again," Randy said to
his daughter.
Samantha lifted her eyes up to her father's face and smiled at him.
"What did you want, dad?" she asked him, trying not to notice that her
father stood in her bedroom in just his underwear.
Instead of answering her question, Randy looked up and down his
daughter's body and said,
"My, you look so pretty today, Samantha. Thtat's a pretty outfit."
"Thank you, daddy," Samantha said, liking the compliment from her
father.
Randy's eyes were drawn to his daughter's skirt in the front and focused
on where it hung open at her waist. He could see a pair of cream-colored
panties there, just like the color of her top she wore. He could see the
thin elastic waistband of her panties going across her waist right
beneath her trim stomach.
Above that he could see the bottom of her cream-colored top ruffled up
where her skirt had been shut at.
"Daddy? What did you want to talk to me about?" Samantha asked her
father again.
"Oh! I -- I wanted to talk to you about -- um, your skirt's open,
honey."
Randy said that last part very softly.
Samantha looked down at her open skirt and said, "I know, daddy."
"I -- I can see your panties, Samantha," Randy said, almost whispering
it.
"Well, I see your underwear, daddy," Samantha told him.
"I -- I've never seen you in your underwear before, honey," Randy said
almost suggestively.
Samantha looked at her father's crotch and saw his penis twitch a little
bit beneath the cotton front panel.
"Your skirt -- it stays up and doesn't fall -- down," Randy said, to
which Samantha moved her hip one way and the purple skirt suddenly slid
noiselessly down her legs and fell in a pile on top of her white
stockinged feet.
She stood there in her cream-colored top and her matching panties.
"See, daddy? Now we're even," Samantha said, smiling at him.
"Not yet, Samantha," Randy said, and his hands reached out and grasped
the bottom of her top and started pulling it up her body.
Samantha stood still and let her father take off her top, lifting it up
over her head and taking it off. Now she stood there in just her
cream-colored panties and her white socks. Her dad was just in his
underpants.
Randy stared at his daughter's flat chest, eyeing the two round pink
circles where her breasts would someday start to develop.
Randy's cock began to grow and fill with blood, and it started to push
out the front of his undershorts.
His daughter saw this and watched, amazed.
"Sit down, honey," Randy said to his half-naked daughter.
Samantha sat down on the edge of her bed, stockinged feet on the floor.
Randy walked up to his daughter and stood in front of her. His
slowly-rising erection was making a tent out of his white undershorts.
"It looks funny, daddy," Samantha said, staring at the rising tool.
"I -- I've never seen one before, daddy," she added.
"Do you want to see one now, honey? Go on, take a look at it," he said
lustily.
Samantha reached up her two hands and held them near her father's
crotch. She could see the dome-shaped head of her father's penis
pressing against the cotton folds in the front. All she had to do was
move aside one of those folds and --
Samantha slipped her fingers underneath one of the folds and pulled it
aside. She could see something pink and hard inside. She pulled the
fold open some more but still the hard pole would not come out into the
air. Samantha used her other hand then to pull out the front of her
father's shorts and maneuver his penis so that it came to the opening.
Samantha guided the rigid pole out through the fold until her father's
penis was standing straight out at her through his shorts.
It was long and thick, like a club, with a bald, curved head on the tip.
The stalk of it was turning a deep red and it seemed to bounce in
front of her eyes.
"That's daddy's penis, honey. Do you like it?"
"It's really neat, daddy. It's so big!"
"Take it in your hands, Samantha, and feel it!" Randy urged his sexy
daughter,
Samantha held her hand near his throbbing pole. She could feel heat
coming from it. She grazed her fingers along the rough stalk of his
penis. She could feel the hotness there. She ran her fingers up his pole
to the domed bald head. She felt the smooth skin there and traced her
fingertip over the piss slit. Samantha knew that that was where boys
pissed from.
"Wrap your hand around it, honey!" Randy told his daughter.
Samantha closed her hand around her father's pole and squeezed it. Randy
emitted a low groan.
"Oh, Samantha! Oh, honey! Play with daddy's prick! Play with it for me!'
Randy groaned.
"I don't know what to do, daddy!" Samantha said, her hand still closed
around her father's penis.
"Move your fist back and forth on it, honey," he told her.
The young girl began to slide her fist along her father's penis. From
the domed head on down to the base where his shorts were, then back
again. As she did this, her father would moan and groan. His hips began
to buck back and forth as his daughter stroked his prick.
Randy saw that his daughter's long chestnut hair hung down straight
behind her ears, looking so very prim. He glanced down on the floor and
could see his daughter's white-stockinged feet resting there
side-by-side.
So sexy!
After a bit of her masturbating him, Randy said,
"Let daddy play with you some now, honey!"
Samantha left go of her father's penis and he said, "Scoot back onto the
bed, Samantha!"
Samantha pushed back onto her bed, bringing her feet up off of the floor
and hanging out over the edge in the air. Randy sat down on the bed next
to his daughter and had her lie down. His cock stuck straight up in his
lap, then falling down against his belly. He surveyed his nearly-naked
daughter lying there, her stockinged feet hanging out over the edge of
the bed.
He saw her flat tummy, then the border of her panties below it. He saw
the hard protuberance of her pubic bone pad, then the gentle swell of
her hillock, then the gradual drop of her cleft. All concealed by her
cream-colored panties yet.
He leaned over his daughter and rubbed her stomach. His hand felt warm
on her tummy as she lay there. His hand dipped lower, to the tops of her
panties. She felt her father slip some fingers beneath the elastic
waistband top of her panties. Her father slipped his fingers inside his
daughter's panty's top.
He felt the sweeping slope of her cleft. He lowered his hand some more
and felt the top of her little cunny. His middle finger slid down inside
her panties to find her hairless vagina. He was feeling his daughter's
genitals! They were soft and smooth and baby-like. His finger found her
delicate slit in the center and he started to rub her there, his hand a
big lump beneath her cream-colored panties.
Samantha felt her father's hand stroking her cunny. It didn't feel soft
like it had when Nicole had fingered her, but it still felt good.
"Oh, Samantha, honey! I've got to see your sweet cunny! I've just gotta
see it!"
With that, her father used his hand that was in between her legs
underneath her panties to push them down, uncovering her naked, hairless
slit.
Randy feasted his eyes on his daughter's vagina! So fresh! So sweet! So
young!
He continued to fondle her genitalia, softly stroking her puffy,
now-reddish labia. His little girl was getting all excited!
Unable to control himself any longer, Randy suddenly bent over his
daughter's body and put his head in between her legs and kissed her
cunny!
Samantha gasped at this new sensation!
Randy flicked his tongue out and swiped it over his daughter's pink
vaginal lips, licking them up and down. Samantha moaned herself now as
her father used his tongue to make her feel good. She wondered if this
was what Nicole was talking about when she said that she knew another
way to make her feel good. She thought it probably was.
Randy tongued his daughter's cunny good, seeking out finding her small,
immature clit. He worked it over good, making Samantha buck her hips and
ass wildly. He knew his little girl was coming!
He pulled his head up and Samantha sat up next to him.
"Oh, daddy, that was great!" she said, throwing her arms around her
father's waist and hugging him tightly.
She looked down and saw his upright penis bouncing against his stomach.
It still stuck out of his shorts. Samantha knew what she had to do for
her father.
She gently pushed him back onto her bed, making him lie down on his
back. His penis fell back against his stomach. She leaned over his
thighs, her legs and feet curled up underneath her. She lifted her
father's penis up from his belly. She held it with one hand and gently
kissed the tip of it. She shot out her tongue and swirled it around the
domed head like an ice cream cone. She opened her mouth and closed it
over the tip of his organ.
His daughter was sucking his cock!
Samantha started moving her head up and down in her father's lap. She
took as much of his penis into her mouth as she could. Her tongue kept
bathing his stalk with each downward motion.
Randy groaned louder now, and he felt himself getting ready to shoot his
load of come.
"Samantha, honey, daddy's gonna come soon! Do you know what that is?"
"Yeah, I think so, daddy! You're gonna feel really good and then this
stuff's gonna come out of your penis, right, daddy?" she said.
"That's right, honey," Randy said, and
Samantha left her father's pole pop out of her mouth and she continued
to stroke it until her father grunted and she watched the white stuff
shoot out the tip of it.
Randy ejaculated while his daughter pumped his prick up and down. When
he was done coming, she left go of his penis and she wriggled up next to
him and kissed him on the cheek. He hugged her close to him and they
pressed their warm bodies together.
Samantha ran her white-stockinged feet over her father's bare legs. She
caressed his softening penis and he fondled her gentle labia.
They rested................
The End
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"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful --
1965)
"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."
(Anon)
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats, "Endymion" 1818
Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them.
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