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 Title: Big Trouble in Little Vagina
Author: MeatBot
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   Cherry Barton was mad.  Again.  Cherry spent a lot of her time being
mad, mostly at her brothers.  Almost always at her brothers.  They were the
number one bane of her existence.  And had been for years.  For a while a
neighbor boy, Bo, had helped her in her endless battles with them, but he
was pretty well grown up by now, and usually out doing guy stuff.  She was
pretty much on her own, anymore.
   She did have a few tricks up her sleeve.  She had learned the fine art
of blackmail, and even to set up things ahead of time for blackmail
material.  She was actually getting pretty good at it.  The playing field
was slowly evening out.
   Cherry was nine years old.  Her brothers were eleven and thirteen,
respectively.  They were starting to be interested in girls, and stuff like
that.  And sex.  That provided her with a wealth of blackmail material.  In
fact, she was making money every week simply by not telling her Mom and Dad
about their stash of girlie magazines.  Or the stuff they looked at on the
computer when no one was home.  She felt persecuted, but in reality she was
holding her own on them, if not actually being a little bit ahead.
   She didn't know it, but this was a kind of last gasp on the boys' part,
a last attempt to wrest control from her while they still could.  It all
started when one of them, Rex, caught her with her panties down to her
ankles, examining her little pussy with a hand mirror.  She was supposed to
be alone in the bathroom, and she even had the door locked, but he had
hidden in the closet.  She was hoping to find evidence of hairs starting to
grow down there, like the girls she'd seen in old centerfolds, or some of
the girls on the computer.  She knew most girls shaved nowadays, she'd even
figured out her own mom shaved, after seeing the razors in the bathtub, and
how smooth her Mom had looked wearing her new bikini.
   Anyway, the little jerk burst out of the closet, with his phone in his
hand, no less, giggling hysterically, and told her she was owned.  She
wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she knew it was not good.  If he
really had taken pictures, she wasn't as much in trouble as just plain
embarrassed, if he might show them to anybody.  It's not against the law to
just look, she told herself, although sometimes in the privacy of darkness
in her bed she did more than just look.  She shuddered at the thought of
things she'd done in the past, things with her neighbor Bo, and the
incredible blackmail leverage it would have given her brothers.  She was
almost glad that stage of her life was over, though it had been
interesting. And fun.
   So, now she was sitting in her room, plotting her revenge.  The most
obvious course of action was to find him (or them) in a position as
compromising as hers had been.  Hmmm, hmmm.
   She was still thinking at dinnertime, and even her Mom remarked on how
quiet and thoughtful she was.  Yeah, she thought, staring at Rex, who
smirked at her.  Yeah.  Just give me some time, she thought.
   That night, she did recall something interesting.  She'd been in the
back yard, in the porch swing, when her two brothers came through the back
gate.  They'd been giggling and cracking up, and they'd just gone right
past her like she hadn't been there.  Oddly, they'd both been covered in
sweat.  She wondered where they'd been, or what they'd been doing.  She
decided to try and keep a little closer watch on their actions the next
day.
   And that's just what she did.  At one point that afternoon, she heard
them both go down the stairs and out the back door.  She ran to the window,
and watched them go through the back yard, and out the gate, and start down
the alley.  She couldn't see them any more, and had given up when she
caught some motion in the neighbor's yard.  Sure enough, the two of them
had gone into their next-door neighbors' yard, and she could see the tops
of their heads as they went into a shed.  She knew that shed well.  Her
neighbor Bo had a clubhouse in there several years ago.  She'd done...  all
sorts of interesting...  things with him that summer, and the next, in that
hot little shed.  The last time she'd been in it, the pinups he'd hung on
the walls were even still there.  She wondered if her brothers were going
in there to look at the pictures of naked girls.  Why else would they go
in? She knew that no one would be home next door until later that evening,
and she knew they knew it.  Immediately, a plan began to formulate in her
head.
   The next morning, well after she got up, she went out in the back yard
and sat in the swing for a while.  Finally she moseyed out the back gate,
trying to look casual.  She walked down the alley, and darted into the
Simpson's yard.  The shed wasn't locked, of course, and she went right in.
The light was still on, even.  The posters and pictures of nude girls were
still hanging on the walls.  The shed had changed somewhat, there was now a
lot of stuff in it, boxes and piles of clothes, all kinds of stuff.  The
two lawn chairs were still there, though.
   Very interesting.  What else could their interest in the shed be?  She
froze as she heard a noise outside, and then darted around the stack of
stuff in the back of the shed.  The door creaked, and she heard whispering
and giggling.  She was sure it was her brothers.  She tried to be as silent
as she could, and she stood in the semi-darkness, not daring to move.  This
might be the opportunity she was looking for.
   She heard the chairs creak, and the noise of clothes on plastic.  She
finally dared to peek out from her hiding place, and saw the backs of the
boy's heads.  How convenient, the chairs were facing away from her, she
thought.  She heard the rustle of paper, and realized that they were
looking through Bo's stack of magazines.  Girly magazines.
   She moved slightly forward, and could see more of them.  She looked down
carefully to make sure she wouldn't run into anything, and then took two
steps forward, hardly daring to breathe.
   They had their weenies out!  She almost shouted in elation.  She
carefully moved back behind the boxes and took out her phone, and set it to
camera mode.  She moved forward again, and suddenly thought to put it on
silent mode.  She only took two pictures, and she was so nervous she was
sure they could hear her heart beating.
   Each of the boys had a magazine, and she could see their hands on their
weenies.  Hee hee, she thought, the little preverts.  Their hands were
busy, stroking and jerking and wiggling, and she wondered if they were
going to squirt out their stuff.  It went on a long time, and she finally
grew impatient, and, darn it, it was hot in the shed.  Hot and stuffy.  She
finally wondered if she'd pass out.  Suddenly one of the boys said
something, and the other replied.  It was just a minute later she heard a
sharp intake of breath, and her oldest brother squirted a stream of cum up
into the air.  Her little brother soon followed, sending a squirt shooting
halfway across the shed.  Both the boys relaxed visibly after that, and
Cherry went back behind the boxes, hoping they'd leave in a hurry so she
could get out.
   They finally left, and she gave them a minute or two to get in the house
before she left the shed.  She sat on the porch in the swing for a while to
cool off, elated at her success.  She realized how lucky she'd been that
they didn't catch her, they'd just have taken her phone away and erased the
pictures.  And probably beat the crap out of her.
   That night, Cherry was so pleased with herself she thought she would
burst.  Now she had the ultimate blackmail material, she thought.  The only
problem was she didn't know how to use it.  Before she dared to let them
know what she had, she had to have copies of it hidden somewhere.  She just
didn't know where.  The boys had a computer in their room, she wondered if
she could hide the pictures there, that had kind of a justice to it,
anyway. On their very own computer.  She found the cord that went to her
phone, and decided to try it the next day, if and when they went to the
shed.
   She got it done the next day, while they were out, she made a folder in
a folder in a folder, a few dozen deep, with garbage for names, and finally
copied off the pictures.  Now, she thought.  Now, let them try something. I
am prepared.  That night at the dinner table when Rex held up his phone and
wiggled it at her, she just smiled, and wiggled her phone back at him.  If
they only knew, she thought.  If they only knew.  If they wanted war, she'd
give them war.
   Something a little strange happened about that time.  Well, it wasn't
strange, it's just that Cherry had never seen her parents do anything like
it before.  That Saturday night, she conked out on the couch, and her dad
carried her to her room.  She woke up, and woozily looked at her phone. 
After two o'clock.  Her mouth was dry, and because she hadn't put herself
to bed she didn't have her usual glass of water by her bed-stand.  She
crawled out of bed, went out to the landing, and down the stairs.  The
house was quiet.  It was quiet until she walked past the double doorway
that led into the living room.  Then, to her surprise, she heard a girl
giggling.  She stopped and crept up to the doorway, and peeked around it.
   There, on the couch on the side of the room was her dad, lying on his
back on the couch.  Her mom was on top of him, like she was sitting on him.
That's not what shocked her, though.
   Her mom didn't have a shirt on.  Cherry stared at her mom's full
bouncing breasts, moving up and down as her mom moved up and down.  She
looked more carefully, and realized that her mom didn't have anything on.
She was naked!  There were her clothes, on the floor beside the couch!
   She couldn't tell exactly what they were doing, but she could see that
their groins matched up, and she wondered if they were doing that thing
that Bo had done to her bottom.  Except that it wasn't her Mom's bottom
that her dad had his weenie in.  It was her Mom's mouse.
   Oh, this looks interesting, she thought, hoping the darkness of the hall
hid her.  It looked like they were pretty much concentrating on each other,
anyway.  They looked like they were having fun.  Her mom was puffing and
panting, and screwing her pretty face up, almost like she was in pain. 
Cherry had done enough sex stuff with Bo, though, to know that sex kind of
did that to you.  But it felt really good instead of bad.
   She just crouched there in the hall, and watched.  Her Mom got louder
and louder, and finally she almost shrieked a little shriek, and seemed to
collapse on her Dad.  Cherry felt like that it was probably over, and she
fled back to her room, forgetting her drink of water.  How interesting, she
thought.  The inscrutable world of the adult.  Well, she was too young to
think that, but she thought the kid equivalent.  She knew what an orgasm
was, she'd had plenty of them when she played with Bo.  And that's sure
what it looked like her Mom had had.  She crawled back in bed, deep in
thought.  She wished she could have seen her Dad's weenie, she wondered if
it was bigger than Bo's.  Than her brothers'.  She guessed that it probably
was.
   The next day, her brothers, it seemed, just couldn't stand it.  Dennis,
her oldest brother approached her that evening and asked her how much money
she had saved up.  She told him it was none of his business.  He asked to
borrow twenty dollars, and she just laughed at him.  He grew agitated, and
said, "I'm warning you..." when Rex, her youngest brother, hissed at him.
Dennis shut up, and the two of them retired to their room.  Cherry figured
they were plotting something.
   Rex came to her, later.  He tried to act like her friend, but she'd been
fooled with that one before.  He finally said, "Cherry...  Dennis has some
pictures of you...  those pictures I accidentally took of you in the
bathroom.  He found them on my phone.  You should give him the twenty,
or... I don't know what he'll do...  maybe show Mom..."
   "Well," said Cherry, laughing slightly.  "I'm not worried."
   "Cherry...  I can't control him...  you should do it..."
   "Listen," she said, staring him down.  "You guys got pictures, I got
pictures.  Tell him that if he wants to start a fight, I'm ready.  Neither
one of you guys wants what I got to get out."
   Rex froze.  He thought as quickly as his brain would allow.  What the
hell was she talking about?
   "Cherry.  What the hell are you talking about?"
   She just couldn't stand it.  She knew the longer she kept the secret the
better, but she just couldn't stand it.  She wanted to see his face
crumble, and to see him run off to his brother for help.  She slowly
brought her phone up, and went to the thumbnails.
   "Rex, Listen," she said.  "If you grab my phone, I'll just go to Mom and
Dad's computer and get these pictures from where I've hidden them. 
Understand?"
   He nodded.  She called up one of the pictures she'd taken from behind
the boys.  It wasn't that good of a picture, and you couldn't even really
tell it was them from the back, but it was pretty obvious what they were
doing.  She knew that he wouldn't know that she didn't have more.  She
could tell him anything she wanted at this stage.
   When she held her phone up where he could see it, the effect was
immediate and gratifying.  His face literally turned white, and he gasped
for air like a fish out of water.
   "If you guys ever try anything again, I'll spread these pictures around.
Understand?"
   "Blug," he said.  His mouth moved some more but no words came out.
   "I got lots more of these.  And even ones where you can see your faces."
She lied, but she knew it was okay, in situations like this.  All was fair,
she knew.  That's the way the boys fought, and they had taught her well.
   "Glub," he finally said, and ran out of the room.  She almost had
hysterics, but realized she was probably in a little bit of danger at the
moment.  She ran downstairs, and joined her Dad in the living room.
   A few minutes later Dennis entered the room and glared at her.  She
smiled sweetly at him and then ignored him.  He got more and more agitated,
and then next time she looked at him he jerked his head towards the door.
She sighed, and got up, and followed him out into the hallway.
   "Come upstairs," He said brusquely, and she shook her head.
   "You can tell me here."
   "Dad is in there!"
   "So?"
   "So come upstairs where we can talk."
   "No.  We talk here," she walked to the end of the hallway, where the
door to the garage was.  He followed her helplessly.  She liked this
feeling of power.  She could get used to this.
   "How many of those pictures you got?" he asked.  She could see he was
trembling, and she knew he was probably pretty mad.  Well, he'd better not
touch me, she thought.
   "Oh," she said, flippantly, "Dozens.  Enough."
   "Look, you little shit!" he exploded.
   She came right back at him.  T"You look.  You guys been picking on me
long enough.  It ends now.  You guys leave me alone, and nobody sees the
pics.  You bug me again, any more, and everybody sees them.  You got it?"
She was almost hissing at him, and to her surprise, he suddenly looked
scared now, instead of mad.
   "I didn't mean it like that," he finally said.
   "Well, you said it like that," she replied.
   "Look," he said.  "we'll be nice.  Nicer."
   "That's all I'm asking you for," she said, smiling angelically at him.
She knew she had won.  Maybe her problems were over, for a while at least.
   Saturday morning she got up early, and went downstairs to watch
cartoons. They were strangely unsatisfying, and she snoozed on the couch
for a while.  Her Mom came in the room, and told her something about going
shopping, and did she want to go.  She thought about it, and finally said
no, and soon she heard her Mom's car pull out of the driveway.
   She wandered back upstairs, and would have peeked in her brother's room,
but the door was closed.  Poop on them, she thought.  She went to the end
of the hall, and peeked in her parents' room.  Her dad was stretched out on
the bed, asleep.  She looked at him, and did a double take.  He was naked.
Instantly, her heartbeat hit about two hundred.  Oh, she thought, this is
interesting, this is the occasion I've been waiting for.
   She slowly approached the bed.  He was lying flat on his back, snoring
slightly, his arms above his head.  His chest and stomach were hairy. 
There was hair all around his weenie, too.  Bo had had a little hair around
his, but not like this.  Her dad was pretty hairy.
   She came a few steps closer, hardly daring to breathe.  She gazed at his
cock, entranced.  It certainly wasn't the first one she'd seen, but it was
the most interesting, by far.  It was big and rubbery looking, hanging off
to the side somewhat.  His big hairy balls hung down in between his legs,
and as she watched them she could see movement as they pulsated.  His
weenie jerked, and moved slightly, causing her to jump.  She looked at his
face, but he still appeared to be asleep.  She came a single step closer,
and stared at his cock.  It seemed like to her it was getting larger.  How
interesting, she thought.  It's growing, like Bo's used to grow, when he
got it out of his pants.
   In just a few heartbeats her dad's cock rolled slightly, and then stood
up a little.  A few heartbeats later it was standing straight up.  She was
fascinated.  She didn't remember Bo's being this interesting, probably
because it was smaller.  Her Dad had a nice one, she decided, nice and fat.
It looked all smooth on the end, and she could see blood veins running up
and down it.
   It was standing straight up all by itself now.  She could see it move
every time his heart beat.  She restrained an urge to reach out and touch
it.
   She thought and thought about the things she could do to take the
situation further.  She figured, though, anything she did to wake him up
would just make him chase her out of the room while he covered up.  Her dad
had never shown any interest in her sexually that she could remember.  She
finally went back to the doorway, still deep in thought.  If she could just
do something that felt really good to him, and make it look like an
accident...
   She went back in the living room and stripped off her panties.  She was
wearing a short little nightgown thing, and it felt really sexy to her to
be bare beneath it.  She hid the panties in the couch cushions, and went
back to her parents' bedroom.  She carefully closed the door, hearing the
lock click.  Her dad was pretty much the way she'd left him, his big weenie
was still sticking straight up in the air.  She wondered if he was
dreaming.
   Quickly, before she lost her nerve, she crawled up on the bed, trying
not to shake it too much.  She crawled over on top of her dad, and sat on
his waist, letting her mouse press his hard cock down against his stomach.
She was surprised at how big it felt, it was like sitting on a shovel
handle.  She leaned forward, and felt it pressing into her clitty-bump, and
that felt good.
   He was moving around by now, waking up, or at least doing a pretty good
impression of waking up.  He'd actually been awake the whole time, since
she'd come to the door and he'd seen her out of half-closed eyelids.  He
could tell she'd gotten an eye-full of his cock, and it had pleased him how
fast it had hardened.  It turned him on to think of his daughter seeing his
erection, he had no idea, of course, that she was no stranger to hard
cocks. He hoped he had impressed her, and that she would remember her whole
life what a real cock looked like.  He got that right, at least, he had
impressed her, all she had to gauge his against was Bo's teenaged weenie,
and her Dad beat Bo by a mile.
   He pretended to wake up, and finally looked at her.  "What are you doin'
darlin'?", he asked, pretending to be woozy and still sleepy.  It had
pleased him greatly that she had come back, he had thought she had seen
enough and left, and it pleased him that she had shut the door.  He knew
she was planning something, when he'd heard it click.  He wondered, as he
had often before now, just how sexual the child was, she seemed so
seductive sometimes, and she came across as just plain sexy, for a
pre-teen. She often, in the past, had turned him on, wrestling with him, or
just cuddling.  The word incest never popped up in his mind, but he knew
what he liked, and it just seemed natural to him.  His wife was a fox, and
he loved her deeply, but it was fun to play around, too.  And he felt a
kinship with this girl, of course he did, she was his daughter.
   She laughed.  "Just ridin' the horsey like I used to, Dad," she said,
and that was true, she used to ride him kind of like this, when she was a
few years younger.  Saturday morning she always came and crawled in bed
with them, and they played and wrestled while her mom groaned and tried to
sleep a little longer.
   All this had passed in just a few seconds.  He was surprised that she
had the nerve to do it, to press her body against his dick the way she had,
surprisingly, he hadn't realized yet her pussy was bare.  He just looked at
her and laughed, and she began moving up and down the shaft of his cock,
grinding her little cunt against his shaft, basically jacking him off with
her pussy.
   Jeezus, he thought, that feels good...  he could feel moisture on his
cock, and he started realizing about that time that she didn't have any
panties on.  He just lay there, in bliss, and let her rub against him, up
and down, up and down.  She was having great fun, his cock felt so good
nestled in between her legs, rubbing her mouse, it was like sitting on
somebody's arm or something.  She leaned even further forward, and the
pressure on her clit became almost unbearably pleasurable.
   "Cherry, baby," he finally said, after a few minutes of this.  "You
better get off, your Mom might be home any minute."
   "Dad," Cherry almost laughed, "she'll be gone for hours.  She just left
thirty minutes ago.  Don't worry."
   He wasn't very reassured.  He knew how badly his world would end if his
wife walked in right about now.  But, goddam, this felt so good, this hot
foxy little girl jacking him off with her cunt.  With her beautiful little
cunt.  A thought struck him.
   "Cherry, darling," he said, and sat up, causing her to fall down in
between his legs.  She giggled.  He saw, as he suspected, that she wasn't
wearing her panties.  Her little cunt looked so sexy to him, he was amazed
to think that he hadn't seen it since she was a baby.  He wanted to eat it
up.
   "Darlin', let me look at you," he said, and he did just that.  He got up
on his hands and knees and put his face right down between her legs, and
examined her closely, so close he could smell her.  She smelled wonderful
to him, a touch of sweat, and an incredible pussy smell that he knew he'd
never forget.  He knew the next step was inevitable.
   God forgive me, he thought, as he touched her with his tongue.  Her
little cunt tasted like nothing he'd ever tasted, beyond his wildest
dreams. His wife tasted good, but this, this was unreal.  Tangy and sweaty
and a million things squished into one.  It was just out of this world.  He
lapped her pussy, grabbing her butt and pushing it up, lapping down her
perineum, and licking as much of her asshole as he could.  The taste there
was even more incredible, fantastically sexy to him, the sexiest thing he
could ever remember.  He knew he could do this for hours, but he knew he
was tempting fate, too.  In their own bed, no less.  He was eating his
daughter's cunt in his wife's and his bed.
   He gave a sad last lick of her beautiful little cunt, and sat up.
   "Darlin'," he said, sadly.  "we shouldn't have done this.  I'm sorry,
although I love you very much, and what you've given me is very precious.
Please don't think badly of me for taking what I have from you.  I love
you, darlin', I love you."
   She almost seemed like she was laughing to him.  She seemed so
comfortable at this that he wondered if this was the first time she'd
played around like this.
   "Dad," she replied, "don't worry.  I know, and I love you too.  We were
just playin' around.  But..."
   She looked puzzled.  He raised his eyebrows.
   "Dad, aren't you gonna finish it?"
   "Finish it?" he was puzzled.
   "Yeah," she said, grinning at him.  "aren't you gonna squirt out your
stuff?"
   Oh shit.  Well, that question was answered.  She knew about that, about
cumming?  Where in the hell had she picked that up?  He realized that he
had no right to get onto her, not after what he'd just done with her.  He
sighed, and regarded her.
   "Little darlin', I'd love to, but I'm too afraid of your mother coming
home.  I'd be in a world of hurt, if she saw it on you.  Or me."
   She knew he was right, and she understood.  She nodded her head.  She
slowly climbed off the bed, and let her nightgown fall, covering herself
up.
   "Well, Dad, I understand," she said.  "If you want me, I'll be in the
basement.  The basement where hardly anybody ever goes, and where it's kind
of private.  If you need me for anything, just come down there."
   She figured that got the idea across to him.  She knew her brothers
would never go down there, and if her mom came home they'd be able to hear
her upstairs.  She went to the door, and turned to see him still sitting up
in the bed, watching her.
   "Bye Daddy," she said, "and...  thank you!"
   She went to her room and got her laundry, and went downstairs after she
remembered to retrieve her panties from the couch.  She went on down into
the basement, and put half of her clothes in the washer.  She didn't start
it, though, it would make too much noise.  She heard creaks from the floor
above her as someone walked above her, and then she heard the door, and
someone on the stairs.  As she'd hoped, it was her Dad.
   He came down the stairs.  Now, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a
shirt, at least.  He stood there, and just stared at her.  She looked like
an angel to him, and he wanted her more than he'd wanted anybody or
anything in his life.  He wanted to taste her again.  He wondered how he'd
stand it from now on, living in the same house with her.  How would he be
able to keep his hands off her?  He'd come downstairs with one thing in
mind, more sex play with her.  If he did get to cum, all the better.  The
thought of spraying her cute young cunt with his sperm turned him on to no
end.
   She stood there and looked at him.  She didn't know why, but she wanted
to play around with him, like she had Bo.  Sex was fun to her, although she
didn't really understand some parts of it.  She had let Bo put his weenie
in her bottom many times, and she knew that was major fun for him, and it
had even felt good for her, to be filled up with him.  She remembered,
though, how big her Dad's weenie was...  she wasn't sure if she could do
that, for him.  Just because he was her Dad, though, she'd let him try. 
She decided then and there to let him try.
   He just stood there.  She finally went over to him, and started trying
to unbutton his pants.  He laughed at her, and just unzipped his zipper,
and drew his hard cock out.  He pulled his balls out, too, and she giggled.
Balls always made her laugh, for some reason.
   How did she know this shit, he wondered.  She seemed like an old pro at
it.  Nothing seemed to bother her.  It was obvious she'd seen someone cum
before, the way she talked about it.  He wondered about the boys.  They
were old enough, surely they jacked off by now.  Who was teaching her this
shit?  Should he worry about it?  Considering what he'd done already, and
what he was down here hoping to do, he didn't think he had a right to get
all worked up over it.  Lord.  She was his own daughter.  What was he
thinking?  He wondered for a moment if he should just go back upstairs, and
forget that this had ever happened.  But he knew he wasn't that strong.
   His dick was still hard, it was harder than he remembered it ever being.
He was very turned on.  He knew it wouldn't take much to make him cum. 
Again, he imagined her sweet cunt, dripping with his semen.  This was going
to be a fun Saturday.
   He saw the laundry basket behind her, and he gently sat her down in it.
She fit into it perfectly, her legs over the side, and her groin up to the
top of it.  She pulled her nightgown up, and he gazed at her beautiful
little pussy, in love all over again.  He slowly dropped his face to it,
and she smiled.
   Cherry loved having her pussy licked.  Bo had done it enough times, and
he was pretty good at it, she thought.  Her Dad was better, though, his
tongue pressed harder against her, and his lips sucked her harder.  He
tongued her little clit, and she felt electric shocks up and down her legs.
She knew she was going to get to have one of those cum things, those things
that Bo had done to her.  This was going to be fun.
   It was fun.  Her dad was almost shocked when she came, she moaned and
groaned and wiggled around, and kicked her legs a little.  He felt goose
bumps all up and down the insides of her legs, and her sweet pussy seemed
juicier than ever.  She jumped around in the basket, and twitched, and
there was no doubt that she had come.
   "Cherry, baby," he said, finally, "where did you learn to do that?  How
do you know about this stuff?"
   "Dad," she knew she was on shaky ground, here.  But she'd promised Bo
never to tell.  She didn't want to break that promise.  "Dad, mostly from
movies and stuff.  And the girls at school.  Don't make me say more, Dad,
please?"
   He just gave it up.  He didn't want to press her, not after what he'd
taken from her, so far.  He knew it wasn't fair.  He took one last sniff of
her cunt, and raised up.
   "Don't you think we should stop here, darlin'?" he said, wondering how
he was ever going to stuff his hard cock back into his pants.  She clumsily
crawled out of the basket, and stood before him.  She was staring right at
his cock.
   "Dad," she said, "no.  You haven't got to do it yet."
   To his heart-stopping surprise, she bent slightly, and took his cock in
her mouth.  It was a tight fit, he had a big one.  He felt her tongue on
the cap of his dick, and then he felt it run around the rim.  He was so
close to cumming it wasn't funny.  He felt bad, for a moment.  His own
daughter, with his cock in her mouth.  What kind of a father was he?  He
almost pulled out.  But she had seemed like she wanted this.  She seemed to
enjoy it so much.  He knew he was just justifying it to himself.  After
some thought, he decided to just let whatever would happen happen.
   Cherry enjoyed the feeling of her Dad's cock in her mouth.  It was way
bigger than Bo's had been, and she could barely get half of it in.  She
licked and sucked, and she knew it felt good to him, just from the way he
groaned and his knees buckled every now and then.  She wanted him to squirt
his stuff in her mouth, but she remembered that she was going to let him
put it in her bottom.
   He was finally just a lick and a suck away from the point of no return.
He wondered if she had ever had someone cum in her mouth.  She seemed so
good at it, it wouldn't have surprised him.  He was really wondering by now
who had done these things to her.  Well, with her.  She'd seemed pretty
willing, to him.  She wouldn't have started it if she didn't want it.  Her
level of experience was pretty obvious to him, by now.
   "Darling," he finally put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her
away. "If we go any further something ight happen.  I don't want to scare
you."
   She knew exactly what he meant, and she wouldn't have been scared by it.
She'd let Bo squirt his stuff in her mouth many times, and she liked doing
it, and she liked the taste of it.  She wondered for a moment if
everybody's stuff tasted the same.  She wanted to taste her Dad's.  Maybe
later, she thought.  She knew without really thinking about it that they'd
do this kind of thing again.  Just like with Bo, it never occurred to her
that this might be a one-time thing.
   "Dad," she said, smiling up at him, "you can put it in my bottom. 
Squirt your stuff there, in my bottom."
   A day of surprises, and then this.  His sweet little nine-year-old,
inviting him to butt-fuck her.  How, he thought in amazement, how on earth
could my cock ever fit in her little ass.
   He squatted, and hugged her.  He was almost in tears.
   "Darlin'," he finally managed, "how do you know about this stuff?  What
have you been doing, and with who?"
   She was silent for a moment.  "Dad," she finally said, "I can't tell
you. It's a secret.  But it's over now, there's no one but you now.  So
would you please do it?  In my bottom?"
   He just squatted there, and stared at her.  As bad as he felt, he wanted
to do it worse.  He wanted to press his big hard cock into her sweet little
ass.  He wanted to fuck her bad.  He knew that his big dick would tear her
little pussy in two.  But maybe there was hope for her ass.  Her sweet,
sweet ass.  He knew she'd crapped out turds as big as his cock, he'd seen
them in the toilet before.  If something that big comes out, he thought,
surely something that big can go in.  A little ways, at least.
   "Darling," he said, "are you sure about this?"
   She nodded.  "Please, Daddy," she said, and he felt something stab him
to his heart.  God, his dear sweet daughter was begging him to fuck her in
the ass.  Dear god.
   He helplessly looked around the washing area, and spied a bottle of hand
lotion.  He took it, and shook it up.  She knew exactly what he intended
that for.  She knew she had won.  She just wondered how badly it would
hurt. Bo's little weenie had hurt sometimes, when they'd done it, and her
Dad was a giant compared to Bo.  She dropped to the floor, on her hands and
knees, facing away from him.  He almost wearily got down on his knees, and
asked her yet again if she was sure.
   "Dad," she giggled, "just do it.  It'll feel really good, I promise."
She wondered if her Dad had ever put it in her Mom's bottom.  She'd seen
him doing it to her mouse, but not her bottom.  In all Bo's magazines she'd
only seen one couple doing it in the bottom, most of them used the woman's
mouse.  She knew by now that mouse sex was more common than bottom sex. 
She actually wondered if her dad had ever done it in anybody's bottom
before.  Maybe, she thought, maybe this is his first time.  She hoped that
she was able to do that for him.
   He smeared hand lotion all over the cap of his dick, and then dribbled
some into the center of her asshole.  She was trying as hard as she could
to relax, which didn't always work.  He rubbed the lotion into her asshole,
and even pushed his finger in a little ways.  Oh, she thought, his finger
is as big as Bo's whole weenie.  I don't know about this...
   She felt the cap of his cock on her anus.  He placed his hands at the
crease of her legs, and she felt him start pulling her towards him.  Her
bottom felt good for a moment, and then strained, and then positively
painful.  She bit her lip as long as she could, and finally said, "Dad!"
   He stopped, instantly.  They just held that position for a while, and
she concentrated on relaxing.  Finally she nodded, and said, "Go some
more."
   He pressed in again, and she imagined that she felt the whole little
cap-thing on the end of his weenie inside her body.  It really hurt, not
like cutting-yourself pain, but more like a burn or something.  She gritted
her teeth and remembered how much Bo had enjoyed doing this.  She hoped her
Dad was enjoying it as much.
   Her dad was about to cum.  He was turned on beyond belief by what he was
doing to her, his daughter.  His hard cock was a good three inches inside
her body, inside her sweet asshole.  He stopped pressing inwards, and
pulled out a tiny bit, and then pushed in a tiny bit.  He knew that it
wouldn't take much of that to make him cum.  He knew he was close.  He was
more turned on than he'd ever been in his whole life.  He loved her so much
at that moment that he thought his heart would burst.
   Cherry felt like she couldn't breathe when he'd pulled out.  The pain
was still pretty severe, but there was almost a pleasure to it, now, too.
She felt like she was pooping a giant poop, and that always felt good.  Her
dad went in and out again, and she thought, goodness.  Goodness.
   Ten or twenty of those little miniature strokes, and he felt his
prostate clench, and he came.  God, he came.  He pumped what felt like a
gallon of semen into her little body, feeling his whole body spasm and
tremble.  It was by far the best cum he'd ever had.  He just pumped and
pumped and pumped, and finally he was dry.  Jeezus, he thought, that was
intense.  That was fucking intense.
   The remorse set in almost immediately, and he carefully pulled his cock
out of her anus, trying not to hurt her any further.  The smell of shit was
strong, and he knew he'd been in it some, he'd felt it.  He knew it had
been painful for her, and he loved her all the more for letting him go
through with it, in spite of the pain.  How could it not hurt, he thought.
He knew his cock was reasonably large, just from the bitching his own wife
had done the few times they'd tried anal sex.  She liked it in her pussy,
yeah, she loved it there.  But she whined like a baby when he wanted to
stick it in her ass.
   This little girl had taken it, though, Jeezus...  nine years old and
she'd taken close to half his cock in her ass...  he was amazed.  He was
amazed he'd ever had the nerve to even try, he could see them showing up at
the emergency room with her bleeding from her ass.  How would he explain
that one?  He wondered again what she had been involved in, in the past. 
What, and who.  I need to find that sonofabitch, he thought.
   The last thing she did that surprised and shocked him to his core, was
stand up and walk to the floor drain.  She squatted over it, and with a
squirt and a few cute little farts, she squirted his cum out.  He was
right, a lot had gone into her, and a lot came out.  He shook his head, and
scolded himself even more.  This sweet young child.  How had he?  How could
he have?
   It was morning, and Cherry was a morning pooper.  She couldn't help it,
once she started, and she pooped out a nice long turd, and then another. 
She looked up at him and giggled.  "Sorry, Dad," she said, and smiled at
him.
   "Don't worry, I'll clean it up," he said, and he gave her a dishrag from
the dirty clothes to wipe her ass with.  She cleaned up, and stood up,
dropping her nightgown.
   "Darling," he said, unsure what to do or say now.  It was over, they'd
had their little fling, what was going to happen now?
   "Darling," he started again, "thank you.  Thank you, and I love you very
much.  Don't ever forget that, no matter what happens, that I love you.  I
don't want to hurt you, and I'm sorry if I did."
   "That's okay, Dad," she said, "You made me feel better than you hurt me.
It's okay."
   "Cherry.  Just remember that I love you." He hugged her, and felt her
warm body in his arms.  He loved her intensely, for the things she'd given
him, the things she'd let him do.  He wondered for a moment if he'd ever be
happy again, whether it was sitting in a jail cell, or just having had
experienced the peak of his sexual life, and nothing but downhill from
there on.  He wondered if they'd ever play around again.  He knew it wasn't
wise, but goddam, she was the sexiest thing ever.  He wondered about how it
would be when she was older.  Would she hate him for this?  Would it be no
big deal to her?  Would she, every now and then, let him have a taste of
her again?  He knew that he could stand anything, if that last one was
true. If he just got a taste every now and then.
   "I love you too, Dad," she finally said, and he released her.  "I'll get
some paper towels," she said, and went upstairs.  When she returned they
cleaned up her poop, and he went into the basement restroom and flushed it.
He scrubbed the semen off the drain, and followed her upstairs.
   "Where are your brothers?" he asked, and she shrugged.  She didn't know,
or care.  She went on up to her room, and changed into some jeans and a
t-shirt.  Where the hell was Francesca?  she wondered.  Gotta find that
girl.  Got all kinds of interesting shit to tell her.
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