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 "The River's Edge"
   M/g cons inc ped pett oral
   Disclaimer: This story is just that, a story, and is meant to be taken
as nothing other than that.  It contains descriptions of sexual acts
involving a young child, and if such subject matter offends you, please
don't read it.  The author DOES NOT condone any such activities in real
life or fake life - it is meant to be taken only as fantasy.
   My legs crossed over a small bed of moss, fishing pole in my hand, I sit
on the quiet bank of a lazy river.  Next to me, my father tosses a gentle
cast into the water.  His lure lands just a few feet from mine, the red
bobber shivering at the surface.  Together we had trekked into the woods
behind our house when the sun was still waking, arriving at our favorite
spot to fish, the natural hum of the river greeting us.
   My father chose this spot because no one else knows about it, not even
my mom.  It's our place, our secret hideaway.
   My father puts his strong arm around me, pulling me close.  I reel in my
line (not a single bite all morning) and nuzzle his side.  Instead of
casting again, I put my pole to the side, shoving the handle in a small
hole I'd dug when we'd arrived.  The pole stands rigid in the air, the line
dangling above the water's surface.
   Tucked in his embrace, I watch my dad reel his line in as well.  His
lure breaks the surface, and he casually pulls it in all the way to the
top. He places his rod to the side, keeping his arm over my shoulders.  We
sit for a silent moment, enjoying the warming morning sun splitting open
the leafy canopy above.  "I love you, daddy," I say, looking up at him.
   My father looks back at me, his gray eyes smiling.  "I love you too
Justine," he says, planting a little kiss on my head.  I feel his fingers
slip under the fabric of my tank top, tickling the sensitive skin there as
they approach my nipple.  He finds the little bud and begins rubbing it,
and I sigh, leaning into his touch.  His other hand lands on my thigh,
caressing the pale skin above my knee.
   I look over at him to spy a tent rising in his shorts, and I reach a
hand out.  My palm presses over the bulge, and I massage him through his
pants.  My lips meet his in a tender kiss, our mouths uniting, our tongues
intertwining.  His fingers circle my teat, and I feel the strap of my tank
top begin drifting down my arms.  I wriggle out of the garment without
breaking kiss or contact, and my dad guides the top down the rest of the
way to my waist.
   My father's other hand leaves my leg to begin working my chest.  His
fingers touch and tease my undeveloped breasts, pinching at the tiny red
points of my little nipples and making them stand at attention.  His tongue
slips deep into my mouth, encircling my own, and I am sucked into him.  He
is gentle as only a father can be with his daughter, his mouth holding my
tongue with love and lust, his hands exploring me with care and sensual
grace.
   Both my father's touch and the feel of his hardening member in my hand
begin to excite me, and I feel a wetness unfolding in between my legs.  I
squeeze his girth in my hand, and then begin to clumsily undo his zipper
(normally he does it for me).  With a little trouble, I get it down far
enough to reach my little hand inside, and guide his manhood through the
small hole.
   My father's cock stands proud between his legs, the head red and
pulsating.  I place my hand on his shaft (my fingers hardly get all the way
around) and begin massaging him, just like he showed me.  My hand slides to
the top, just under his head, and then races to the bottom again.
   My dad sighs into my mouth as I touch him, and I begin jacking him off,
enjoying the steady pulse of his penis.  His touch and kisses become more
insistent, and I know he is enjoying himself.  My cunny begins to tingle,
wanting its own attention.
   Ever aware of the needs of my body, my father begins to rub me through
my thin shorts, while his mouth leaves mine, traveling down my neck to my
nipples.  He sucks one in between his lips, his swirling tongue sending
shivers along my body.  His fingers find the right spot, and I let out a
tiny "Yes, daddy."
   My dad's hand breaks away from my crotch for a moment, his movement
guiding me to the nearby blanket.  I move with him, lying on my back, and
he crawls over me, his mouth again pecking at my budding breasts, switching
between the crests my little pointed nipples.  His hands tug at my
waistbands, guiding my shorts and panties all the way to my ankles.  I feel
the kiss of a morning breeze on my privates, and I shudder in delight.
   My father stands up, removing his own clothes, and I peel the rolled up
mess of my tank top off.  We put our discarded clothes in a pile, and he
lies down next to me.  My eyes roam his strong chest, his muscled arms and
stomach, and of course, the attentive rod between his legs.
   My lips find my dad's in an exhilarating kiss, and our hands begin to do
their work.  He sneaks a finger along my leg, trailing across the bald skin
surrounding my girlhood and through the tiny folds of my lips.  His thumb
comes to rest on my clitty, teasing it in small circles and enticing more
wetness from my vagina, where his finger begins to explore.
   I again wrap my hand around his cock, rubbing him and tugging him.  As I
reach the top, I feel a small bead of precum wet my hand, and a wave of
excitement rushes out from my cunny.  I caress the soft skin of his wide
head, feeling its girth against my palm, while his thumb toys with my
little clit.  His fingers poke in and out of my pussy, but never stray too
far in (he always prefers to tease his little girl).  I sigh and moan into
his mouth, my hand squeezing his cock with each prod at my flower.
   With a final kiss, my father pulls away, his gray eyes locking onto
mine. "Ready for me?" he asks.
   From the way he's been touching me, I know my cunny is soaking wet, but
I feel a nervous little knot form in my stomach.  "Can you kiss it first?"
I ask.
   "Anything for you, Justine," he says with a smile.  I lie back,
spreading my legs, letting the yellow rays of the sun wash over the secret
parts of my body, and my father moves lower, positioning himself between my
legs.
   Kneeling between my feet, my father lowers himself to me, and I shut my
eyes in delight as his wet tongue touches my dripping cunny.  Gently, he
laps at my lips, teasing them open, making them swell with excitement.  My
hands clench into fists as he reaches my clit, prodding it and kissing it.
The tiny bud rises to his touch, begging for attention, and my father
obliges, sucking it between his lips and titillating my entire body.  I
moan blissfully into the warm morning air, spreading my legs as wide as I
can.
   In tender repetition, my father runs his tongue along the length of my
slit, starting at my tiny perineum and gliding up my labia to my swollen
clit.  Each movement sends a shiver along my spine.  Inevitably, his
attention begins to linger on my button, until all his focus is on my
clitty.  He sucks, he licks, he laps, pulling from my mouth delighted coos
and heavy breaths.  It isn't long until my awareness of the warm sun and
the chirping birds disappears, my only sensation the increasing elation of
my girlhood.
   Right on cue, my father's attention matches my own urgency, his tongue
lashing at my little pussy.  My clitty is completely swollen now, every
nerve ending exposed and alight with passion.  I groan and arch my back,
thrusting my flat chest into the air, wordlessly begging for the coming
explosion.  With his strong hands, my father grips my little hips and pulls
me against him, his mouth engulfing my pussy, his tongue attacking my
clitoris with fervor.
   My orgasm smashes into me, wracking my body with waves of pleasure,
pulling a tiny scream from my throat.  I thrust my pelvis against my
father's face, and he obliges by pulling my tiny clit into his mouth and
sucking incessantly on the hard nub.  I moan and gasp, my legs shaking in
unadulterated bliss.  My hands find my little nipples and tug, heightening
my pleasure, my lips muttering unintelligible whispers of love and lust.
   After an eternity of sensual overload, my orgasm recedes, leaving me
shaking and gasping for air.  Even so, my father remains locked on my
cunny, licking and kissing me (I told you he loves to tease me), until my
wobbly arms force him away.  He looks up at me and smiles, his face as
moist as my dripping pussy.
   Placing little pecks along my heaving chest, my father positions himself
above me, his strong arms on either side.  He leans down and kisses my
lips, his tongue poking into my mouth and letting me sample the flavor of
my own sweet honey (I think it tastes weird, but my daddy loves it).  As
our mouths lock, I feel my father's rock-hard erection move along the skin
of my thigh, drawing a tiny trail of precum up my leg.  His formidable
presence between my knees both excites and terrifies me, and I feel my legs
spread themselves apart of their own accord.
   Our lips separate, and my father nuzzles the side of my face.  "Are you
ready, little one?" he whispers into my ear.
   Again, I feel my stomach constrict with anxiety (he's so big, I can't
help but be nervous), but my clit throbs with anticipation, and the wetness
dripping down my labia and across my bottom lets me know I am certainly
prepared.  I give him a furtive nod, smiling into his soft, gray eyes.
   "I love you, Justine," he says.  I feel the tip of his manhood brush
against my sopping wet mons.
   "I love you too, Daddy," I reply, pulling my knees up towards my chest,
offering myself to him.
   Placing a loving kiss on my forehead, my father lines up, his penis
dragging across my slick labia.  I shut my eyes, and he slowly slides into
me, instantly filling the small chalice that is my cunny.  It hurts, but
only a little (nothing like the first time).  I grit my teeth, knowing that
in a few seconds, my vagina will open up for him and we can begin truly
making love.
   I groan as my father slides out of me, but he moves slowly,
accommodating me in his pace and pressure.  He leans on one elbow, stroking
my hair with his hand, and begins kissing my neck.  His second thrust fills
me even more, but my profuse wetness lets him slide in with little
difficulty.  This time I moan, enjoying the sensation of his hard cock
penetrating me, spreading me wide.  My arms wrap around his neck, holding
him close to me in a loving hug.
   Again and again he thrusts into me, each movement multiplying the
sensual bliss welling in my abdomen, erasing any shred of nervousness I had
at accepting his massive member.  I pull my legs as far back as I can,
giving him all of me, letting him go as deep as he pleases.  My father is
kind and calm as he makes love to me, unceasingly kissing my head and
chest, holding me close, letting our bodies unite in our love.
   My dad adjusts his weight, leaning back a bit and letting his body fully
line up with mine.  Lifting his head up, he slides his entire girth into
me, the swollen and throbbing head of his cock pressing against my cervix.
We moan together as rhythm sets in, my daddy's penis repeatedly filling his
baby's pussy to the very core.  I writhe beneath him in pleasure, my body
alight with lust.  Each time he pulls away, I feel a craving set in, a need
for him to fill me again, and each thrust washes through me like absolute
enlightenment.
   Daddy's movements become more insistent, lust filling the few empty
spaces of our lovemaking.  "Oh, Justine," he sighs, repeating my name like
a mantra.  I moan back, too far gone in this bliss to form words.  My
clitty tingles with excitement, and my pussy spreads itself for him, my
warm folds enveloping his rigid cock.  A familiar and frenzied warmth
begins to appear in my abdomen, and I know I'm about to orgasm.
   "Cum for me, baby," Daddy begs, and that's all the urging I need.  My
body becomes rigid, the rapture pouring out from my vagina eclipsing all
else.  I cry out in joy, and my father impales me with his manhood, holding
himself inside me.  My little cunny clenches at his cock with abandon,
begging for more, needing all of it.  I shake and shudder and scream,
riding my orgasm out with my father above and inside me, our bodies
connected in absolute love and lust.
   As I slowly slip out of my sexual euphoria, my father's thrusts become
more insistent.  His body crashes against mine with each movement, his
scrotum slapping against my bottom, his unyielding cock reaching for my
very womb.  He repeatedly prods my cervix with the pulsating head of his
penis, extending my orgasm and tearing sensual cries from my lips.  My dad
responds with heavy grunts and harder thrusts, and I know the feeling of
his daughter's tight pussy cumming all over his cock is pushing him towards
his own orgasm.
   My father's body begins to tense above me, readying itself for the
approaching, and I do the same.  I open my legs as wide as they will go,
giving him unhindered access to the tiny depths of my sex.  He rams me with
his cock, shoving it as far in as my vagina will allow, and with a great
moan begins to orgasm.  His first injection is so warm, filling the few
spaces in my pussy that his cock has left open.  His thrusts are hard and
fast, each delivering a new load of seed into his daughter's greedy little
cunny.  I gasp in pleasure as my daddy's pours his sperm into my hungry
womb, his throbbing cock swelling with his ejaculation.
   I clench my vagina around my father's member, pulling from him every
last drop of cum.  With heaving breath he fills me with a final spurt,
right against the tip of my cervix.  A tiny, breathless "yes" escapes my
throat, and my father begins to pull out.  As he exits, a wave of his sperm
seeps forth from my body, crawling down my labia to my little anus,
drenching my butt and the blanket beneath me.  The head of his cock finally
emerges, and my father guides it up to my swollen clit, upon which he
squeezes a final bead of cum, a little gesture of love and lust that never
fails to elicit a giggle from my lips.
   His chest heaving, my dad rolls off of my body, lying next to me on the
blanket.  I bring my legs down and lie with him, vaguely aware of his seed
still dripping from my cunt.  I can tell I will be sore later, but I don't
mind.  My dad puts an arm around me and pulls me close, kissing my hair and
my ear.  I smile and snuggle into him, pressing my face into the hairs on
his chest, kissing his skin and basking in his love.
   For a while, we just lie there, watching the sun peek out from behind a
cloud, the sound of our breathing the only noise next to the trickle of the
river.  Somewhere across the water, a bird takes flight and soars out from
under the canopy of trees.  I place my ear against my father's chest,
listening to his heart beat.
   Soon our breathing has left its frantic pace behind.  A passing breeze
tickles my skin and reminds me that my stomach and legs are covered in
sweat from our intercourse.  I pull myself closer to him, temporarily
borrowing his warmth as the gust passes.
   "I love you, Justine," my father says, his voice booming through his
chest and into my ear.
   "I love you too, Daddy," I say, smiling at him.  "Thank you for making
love to me."
   "Thank you, darling," my dad replies.  "You made me feel wonderful."
Looking down, I can see his engorged penis is taking its time returning to
its sleeping state.
   Another bird flits above us into the leaves.  "Daddy?" I ask, my fingers
toying with his chest hairs.
   "Yes baby?"
   "When boys and girls make love, does the boy ever put his penis in the
girl's butt instead of her cunny?"
   One eyebrow raised, my father props himself up on an elbow to get a
better look at me.  "Where did this come from?" he asks.
   "I don't know," I reply, blushing.  On a whim, I had secretly fingered
my anus in the shower a few days ago, and really enjoyed it.  However, I
was a little too embarrassed to tell him that just yet.  "I just thought of
it I guess," I lied.  I glance down at his penis, now a little smaller, and
then back up to his face.  "Do they?"
   My dad laughs, making my cheeks a deeper red, but his hands let me know
he isn't laughing at me.  "Well, baby, yes they do," he tells me.  "Not all
the time, but sometimes."
   "Does it feel good?"
   "It does," he tells me, and in my peripheral I see his cock twitch a
bit. "But only if the man is gentle.  Otherwise it can hurt."
   "Is that something we could do?" I ask, putting on my cutest little-girl
face.  My dad laughs again, and leans in to kiss my cheek.
   "I don't think you're ready just yet.  When you're a teenager, maybe,"
he says, placing a little peck near my ear.
   "But that's two years away!" I attempt to argue, sitting up and begin
using the corner of blanket to wipe the pooling cum off of my legs.
   But before I can plead my case any further, he sits up too and stretches
his legs.  "Why don't we take a dip and get you cleaned up?" he suggests,
his eyes drifting to the lazy water only a few feet away.
   One look at the trickling stream has me nodding enthusiastically --
between the sweat on my skin and the semen dripping from my pussy, I am
extremely sticky.  Furthermore, the temperature has significantly risen
since we'd put our fishing poles aside, the hot sun heating up our little
hideaway.  My father stands up, his genitals hanging smoothly between his
legs.  I finish wiping his cum off of my body with the towel.  As I do so,
I get a little on my fingers in the process, which I bring to my mouth to
suck on (a little salty, but I've grown to enjoy the taste).  My dad laughs
as I lick my fingers like a kid eating ice cream.
   "Come on, cutie," my dad says, helping me stand up.  My legs are still a
little wobbly from our lovemaking, but I manage to follow him to the river
bank.  Without hesitation, my father wades in, moving to the middle of the
stream where the water is deepest, reaching above his waist.
   I test the water with a toe (so cold!) and then hurry in before I can
flinch, quickly getting it past all my sensitive areas by lunging forward.
With my crotch, belly button, and chest all submerged, I quickly adjust to
the temperature, letting the liquid cool and clean my body as I walk out
towards my father.  The river bed is mostly soft sand, and the water is
clear enough where I can see my pale feet treading across the bottom.
   With slow steps, I finally reach the center of the river, the quiet
current hardly pulling at me.  The water reaches above my belly, leaving my
hard nipples exposed to the warm summer air.
   My father stoops, letting the water come up to his neck, and kisses me.
I wrap my arms around his body, pulling myself into him, into his lips.  My
tongue flits with his, and my heart swells, overwhelmed by my love for this
man.  My mouth opens, letting my father's tongue lock with my own.  His
arms hold me close, our bodies pressed together, legs intertwining under
the water, and I feel my father's love course through me.
   After a moment, my father pulls away, and a spray of water crashes into
my face.  I shriek, shaking the water from my eyes, and splash my father
back.  Struggling, I finally clear my vision, but my father is nowhere to
be found.
   I spin in the water, looking around, when the water behind me explodes,
my dad rushing up behind me, wrapping me in a hug.  I lean into his
embrace, laughing as drops of water rain down over me from his hair.
   My ear resting against my father's chest, we simply stand for a while,
basking in each other's love.  I feel his cock pressed against my bottom,
and I imagine taking his girth in my little rosebud.  The thought wakes my
clitty up, and I silently hope we will make love again before we leave.
   Letting me go, my dad dives in again, the water's wavy surface making
him look like a long, pale fish.  After we swim, we will probably lay out
on the blanket, letting the sun dry our naked, wet bodies.  We will cuddle,
commenting on the shapes of clouds, and I will tease his sleeping manhood
awake with caresses and kisses.  When the sun is high overhead, we will
dress and trudge home for lunch.  Mom will ask us if we caught anything,
and my dad will shake his head, offering some quiet comparison to last
week's fruitful catch.  When my mother turns away, he will cast me a little
wink, and I will smile, holding tightly in my heart the love that only a
father and daughter can share in secret, down by the river's edge.
   THE END
  
The River's Edge - Mg cons inc ped pett oral