Warning that this will include:
* Copious amounts of incest
* Lots of sex between a man/men and minor(s)ranging from 6-15
* EXTREMELY girly boys that can pass for little girls
* Male lactation
* Minors and teachers, doctors, and other people in higher position to them
* Tiny, adorable boy cocks
* Possibly bestiality

;) Contact me at cunnybunnyboi@gmail.com.

I have a habit for letting stories die/forgetting to update things, but here's the first taste. It's nothing explicit, yet.

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"Leslie?" My Daddy called from down the stairs. "It's time for school, are you dressed yet?" There was impatience colouring his voice, and I could hear the sound of his fingers tapping against the handrail.

"Just a second, Daddy!" I was the youngest of his three children, the other two were already at their high school. But my elementary school starts two hours later than theirs does, so instead of the bus, I get Daddy for a ride.

It's a strict school, with an even stricter dress code enforced. I tugged down my uniform's bottom, straightened the top, and took a comb to my hair to tame what of it I could. In my rush, I forgot underwear, but my little cock was barely an inch long, soft, and rested on my smooth little sack. Zooming down the stairs, I beamed up at my father, who looked down at me rather sternly.

"Your blouse is crooked, Leslie," he said sternly, reaching out a large, strong hand to adjust it. He tugged me closer by the lapels, forcefully yanking me closer to him. I looked away, sheepish, as he undid the shirt and paused, just for a second. He ran his calloused fingers over my little black lacy bra, which had been slightly visible through the thin white button up.

"Mmm." He traced a finger under the top of the left cup, dipping down to trace a very puffy and sensitive nipple. "I see your vitamins are working," Daddy said, jokingly, slipping another finger in to roll my perky nub. 

"A-ah!" I squirmed, knees faltering for a brief second. I rarely touched myself, and to feel a man's hand on my soft, delicate skin made my belly tingle. "Yes, Daddy, I take them every night like you told me to!" 

He looked proud of me, for that, and squeezed my delicately growing tits with both hands. "And what cup size are you now, Leslie?"

"Uhmm," I said, biting my pillowy soft lips. I looked up at him through thick blonde lashes, which made him groan a little. "I'm a B cup now, Ashley said. They got me a new bra yesterday." I bounced on my heel, and I could see my Daddy's thingy grow in his pants. Sometimes, that happened to my teacher, Mr. Blake, and the school doctor, Dr. Davis.

My clitty felt funny. Tingly. I tugged down the skirt, smiling up at Daddy. "I'm ready to go to school," I said, voice with a cheerier tone than it had before. Praise from Daddy was the best praise, though any from a man made me smile and blush and giggle.

Daddy's eyes were hooked on my skirt, where there was a little bump. "All right, young lady. Let's get going." I grinned, flouncing to the car (where breakfast awaited, Daddy knew me too well), forgetting entirely I was without underwear.

If my father got a good look at my round, supple asscheeks, he didn't make any mention of it when he got in the car. I sipped on my orange juice as he started the car, right out of the sippy cup he provided it in. 

"Were you going to do your hair any more than that, Leslie?" He asked, sneaking a glance to me at a red light.

I looked up at him with a guilty smile, rummaging in my purple backpack for some hair ties. "Yess, Daddy," I said with a sigh, and worked on bunching my wavy hair into high pigtails. He smiled, patting my bare thigh with his hand, leaving the warm appendage there for the rest of the drive.

It was soothing, to feel his thumb rub against my inner thigh. It crept higher and higher through the drive, even at stoplights. One person, an older man in a large semi, grinned down. My Dad, ever the trickster, gave a wave to the fellow.

Wordlessly, he rolled down the automatic window on my side, and abruptly yanked my skirt up. I let out a high pitched wail, struggling to get it down, but it was no use. My little cock was on display for a stranger, who licked his lips at the sight.

Roaring with laughter, my dad soared through the now green light as the trucker got honked at for stopping. 

"Daddy!" I whined, petulant, tuging my pleated clothing back down to the acceptable length. Not too low, though, or I would get in trouble at school for not showing enough leg.

"You know I do it because I think you're beautiful, baby girl." He reached over, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he stopped in front of my school. "Your clit is just so cute, I have to show it to whoever I can, when you let me." A crooked smile as I blushed, grabbing my bag.

I was pouting. "Don't I get a better goodbye kiss?" I whined, stomping my foot a little. Laughing softly, my big strong Daddy tugged me close before I could protest. He set me in his lap, kissing me soundly, my budding and tender breasts pressed to his rock hard chest. His teeth against my soft lips, sucking fiercely on my tongue, enough to leave me breathless...and to leave my little clit hard.

I grinned, and gave my Dad another brief kiss before dashing out of the car and through the doors before the last bell rang.

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To be continued...
