	Jenni just didnt know what to do with herself. She had tossed and turned in bed 
for about 3 hours, wanting to sleep, but just not being able to. That afternoon, she had 
watched the craziest thing she had ever seen. Heck, she had done the craziest thing shed 
ever done, too. She had watched as her best friend Ally pranced around the public pool 
deck naked, and then had gone into the guard house and fucked two different lifeguards. 
Then she had let Nikki convince her to shove Allys string bikini top up her pussy. Next 
she had totally showed her pussy to a boy when she took the bikini out. Then, to top it 
all off, she had watched her two best friends get naked on her own bed and play with each 
others pussies. 
	But all that wasnt what was keeping Jenni from falling asleep. What was really 
bothering her was the fact that, deep down, she had liked it all. It wasnt a conscious 
thought, not by a long shot. Jenni kept telling herself that what had happened, especially 
the incident between Ally and Nikki, had been totally wrong and dirty, and that she wanted 
nothing to do with it. But Jenni couldnt deny the reactions she had to the days events. 
Seeing Ally naked had gotten her heart going a little fast. It hadnt been a problem 
stuffing the bikini top up her pussy, because her pussy had been pretty wet when she did 
it. When Ally and Nikki had been going at it, Jenni had kept her legs firmly closed, 
because the stain of pussy juice would have been too obvious on the crotch of her shorts. 
Even now, the image of Ally strutting around naked, the feeling of having that bikini top 
stuffed inside her, and the thought of Ally and Nikki touching each other were making her 
excited in a way that she didnt understand. 
	So Jenni laid in bed, tossing and turning, wild thoughts running through her head, 
her pussy a little wetter than normal. She kept turning her head towards the large stain 
on her bed from Nikkis gush of vaginal fluid. She couldnt see it in the dark, but it was 
only a few inches from her pillow, and she could smell it. She didnt know why she was so 
drawn to it, and that was another thing that was keeping her up. 
	After a while, Jennis subconscious desires started to get the better of her. She 
decided to touch the stain, just out of curiosity. At least, thats what she told herself. 
She reached two fingers out, and rubbed the stain. At its center, it was still a little 
bit wet. Jenni ran her fingers through the moist spot, and pulled them back to her face. 
She sniffed her fingers, just to get a better idea of what it smelled like. Then, acting 
on impulse, she put one finger, then the other into her mouth, and tasted Nikkis pussy 
juice. She was surprised when she decided that she actually liked the taste of it. She 
reached her fingers back down to try to get more from the wet spot, but she had gotten 
pretty much all there was to get from it on the first try. She shrugged as if to give up 
on it, when she realized she had her own unlimited supply of the stuff. 
	Jenni reached down with her other hand, and pulled up the oversize t-shirt she 
always wore to bed. She didnt wear panties, so she just moved her hand between her legs, 
and slipped her index finger between her tiny, hairless pussy lips. 
	That moment was electric for Jenni. She let out a little gasp as a thrill ran 
through her entire body as her little fingers penetrated her soft, wet slit. Oh my god, 
thought Jenni, this feels amazing! No wonder Ally and Nikki like it so much! Any thought 
she had of taking her finger out of her pussy disappeared in that instant. She started 
moving her finger around in her slit, exploring, not sure what to do or how to do it. But 
every move she made felt good, so she just kept going. 
	Jennis fingers ran through her wet little pussy, and eventually they happened 
upon her hard little clit. When her fingertips brushed against her clit, she squealed and 
her butt and thigh muscles tensed automatically. She pulled her had away, she was so 
surprised at the sensation that had just racked her body. Then, she tentatively reached 
back down, and touched her clit again. This time she was prepared for it, and the feeling 
still almost overwhelmed her. She started to rub her hard clit with two fingers, gradually 
increasing the pressure she was putting on it to the point she could barely stand the 
pleasure she was getting from it. 
	Jenni was rubbing her clit intensely when she remembered something Ally had done 
to Nikki earlier. She reached down with her other hand, and pulled her pussy lips apart 
with two fingers. Then she poked around a little bit with her index finger until she found 
her tiny vaginal opening. It was pretty tough to find, since it was tightly closed, having 
never been entered by anything at all in her entire life. Had she not been told about it 
by Ally, then seen it earlier, Jenni wouldnt have even known there was an opening there 
big enough to put things in.
	Then Jenni pressed against the tight little opening, and her index finger slid up 
her pussy. She groaned softly as her finger sunk into her tight little hole. She thought 
it felt really strange to have her own finger inside her. Strange, but really, really good.
She started to move her finger around inside her like she had seen Ally do earlier in the 
day. At the same time, she began to rub her clit again. Soon, although she hardly realized 
it, her hips were working themselves around, making a grinding motion against some 
imaginary person. 
	Jenni kept fingering herself, becoming more and more intensely focused on the 
incredible feelings it was giving her. Her fingers quickly became slick from her natural 
juices, and they slid in and out of her tiny pussy faster and faster. 
	Images started to flicker through Jennis mind. She saw Allys bare body move 
through her minds eye, then Ally and Nikki together on her bed, playing with each other. 
God, thinking about her two friends like that was getting her even hotter!
	Jennis body was squirming and writhing about wildly now, twisting up her 
bedsheets. She was also starting to moan and cry out, starting softly at first, but 
getting progressively louder. She didnt realized she was doing it, and would have been 
mortified if she had realized it, because her parents bedroom was right next door, right 
through the wall that her bed was up against. But Jenni was lost in her own world of 
fantasizing about her two best friends and pleasuring herself. 
	In fact, Jennis father, John,  was sitting up in bed at that moment, reading a 
book by the light of a small reading lamp. Just twenty minutes earlier, he had finished 
fucking his wife, Melissa. They had had some really good sex that night, particularly 
because the last ten minutes of their lovemaking had been anal sex, which always got both 
of them off really well. That was why Melissa was already fast asleep next to him. She 
loved taking it in the ass, but it was still pretty painful for her, so it wore her out 
like nothing else. John was sitting in bed, his head against the wall, still pleasantly 
relaxed from the afterglow, when he heard some noise coming from his little girls room. 
	John had heard such noises before. It sounded like his daughters wordless cries, 
the type she made when she was having a nightmare. So John put his book down, and climbed 
out of bed, gently removing his wifes hand from his cock before he did so. Melissa always 
slept holding onto Johns cock, ever since they first started sleeping together. She had 
always said that she couldnt get enough of his cock, and John wasnt about to complain 
about something like that. 
	John put on his pajama pants, and headed into the hallway. He walked down to the 
next door as quietly as he could, and then slowly twisted the knob and pushed the door 
open. 
	Jenni had heard the door to her parents room open and close again. When she heard 
that, she had frozen. Next she heard her own door knob start to twist open. She quickly 
pulled her hands away from her crotch, closed her legs, and pretended to be asleep. 
	John looked in, and saw her little girl sleeping peacefully. At the same time, he 
could see that her sheets were all mussed up, which meant she was twisting around a lot, 
another sure sign that she had been having a nightmare. He walked across the room towards 
his daughters bed. Halfway there, he froze. John had caught a whiff of something. It was 
a smell he was familiar with, but one he surely didnt expect to smell in his ten year old 
daughters room. He smelled pussy. Wet pussy. Johns brain started to work at a mile a 
minute. He had heard moans and cries, Jennis sheets were mussed up, her room smelled 
like pussy, and she suddenly looked like she was sleeping entirely peacefully. His 
daughter hadnt been having a nightmare, she had been masturbating! Jesus Christ, she was 
too young for that! 
	Jenni was lying in bed, paralyzed by fear. Her father had been coming over to the 
bed, but now had stopped. Why? She was terrified that hed figure out what shed been 
doing, but had no way of finding out. It wasnt unusual for her father to come sit on her 
bed and comfort her if she was having trouble sleeping, but what was he doing now? 
	Johns mind kicked back to the here and now very quickly. If Jenni was 
masturbating just a minute ago, that means shes actually awake right now. He couldnt 
let her know that he knew what she was doing. At least, here and now wasnt the time or 
place to have that kind of discussion. So, John quickly decided that he was going to go 
along with his first impulse, and pretend that he thought she was having a nightmare. He 
continued over towards the bed, and with each step, the smell of his daughters wet pussy- 
he cringed at the thought of that- became stronger. Finally, he reached the bed, and sat 
down on it. He gently shook Jenni on the shoulder, until she opened her eyes and looked up 
at him. 
	Jenni opened up her eyes and looked at her father, trying to feign innocence and 
sleepiness as best as she could. Hi, Daddy.
	Hi sweetie, said John, trying his hardest to keep his true thoughts under wraps. 
Are you alright? It sounded like you were having a nightmare a minute ago.
	A wave of relief flooded through Jenni. Oh, yeah I think something bad happened 
in my dream, but it stopped. Im okay, Daddy.
	Okay sweetie, just wanted to check. Sweet dreams.
	Thanks Daddy, gnight.
	John kissed Jenni on the forehead, then got up from the bed, and walked towards the 
door. At the door, he turned and looked at his daughter again. She had already rolled over 
to go to sleep. He shut the door and headed back into his own bed. 
	Jenni laid in bed, staring at the far wall of her room. Jesus Christ, that had 
been really close? What would have happened if her father had caught her doing what she 
had been doing? She decided she didnt want to know, and she wasnt about to find out by 
risking getting caught again. She was way too embarrassed to play with herself anymore 
tonight. She thanked her lucky stars for getting away with it, closed her eyes, and 
finally fell off to sleep.
	In the next room over, Jennis father was lying awake in bed, a million thoughts 
running through his head. His daughter was only ten years old, what was she doing 
masturbating? How had she found out about that? What should he do about it? His first 
instinct was to confront her about it, yell at her and tell her she shouldnt be doing it. 
But that was stupid, wasnt it? It was natural for kids to explore their bodies, and she 
probably just stumbled upon masturbation on her own. And of course she would keep doing it 
once she figured it out. It felt good, and as far as she knew, she wasnt doing anything 
wrong, was she? Of course not, Jenni didnt know the first thing about anything sexual. 
She was only ten. So he surely couldnt yell at her and punish her for a perfectly healthy, 
natural curiosity, even if it had come a couple years before it should have. On the other 
hand, should he mention it to her in a more supportive, nurturing type of way. John was 
sure his daughter had a lot of questions, the type hed rather be answering himself, 
rather than having her friends answering them for her. But no, his daughter was still only 
ten, and her friends probably didnt have any more answers than she did, and shed probably 
be mortified talking to her father about things like that at this stage. Should he tell his 
wife? He didnt see any reason why he shouldnt, but some little voice in the back of his 
head said no to that proposition. He decided that Jenni had always been very much a daddys 
girl, and she would trust him with this type of thing more than her mother. In the end, 
John decided on a more passive course of action. He would keep his eyes and ears open for 
the time being, and learn as much as he could about his daughters habits. Then, once he 
knew more, he would decide if he should talk to her. Yes, that was what he would do. 
