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   Appropriate or Inappropriate
   This is also listed / published as "Dads 4 - a collection"
   A lot of Daddies love poking their little girls - they either do or they
want to do - no matter what people might say - little girls letting towels
slip, daddies letting towels slip, little girls walking in on their daddies
and saying "oops I'm sorry daddy" as they linger a little bit too long so
they can eyeball dad's prick and at the same time carrying the image and
masturbating on that same image later in bed or where ever.
   And then of course we have the dads, hands on the bicycle seat, hands in
appropriately inappropriate places at the beach whilst swimming lessons are
taught and learnt - lots of other secret unsaid things are learnt too -
lots of other secret felt things - "sorry daddy" said as that little hand
accidentally brushes on daddy's cock bringing it hard to attention and then
again "oh what's that daddy, is it a seashell you picked for me, its big
isn't it can I see it?"
   Inappropriate is a good word, I mean it isn't abuse is it - it's just
not quite right.  You know what I mean?
   Mum saying "do you really think it's appropriate for her to wear that"
and dad saying "wear what" as he looks totally unknowing and then the dad
and daughter wander off leaving the mum perplexed but also thinking "he
doesn't know anything."
   Of course he does.  She forgot that it was him that bought her that
bikini, the string thing with the piece of cotton that runs up her arse
crack like invisible gossamer wire - the tiny V shaped cunt cover that some
postage stamps are bigger than - the titty top, made with material which
wouldn't even be enough to make one glove for a child's hand.
   What about some of the t-shirts?  Nice some of them are.
   Little preteens walking next to dad, walking in thin tight t-shirts,
those newly developing buds, pointed and straining through like little
needles.  Shorts or maybe a little skirt, she only needs to take a step or
move and there it is, that little piece of V shaped material, usually
wedged tight up into her lovely hairless slit and she knows its on view,
and she likes this or that man staring at her - staring directly at her,
what?  Oh she knows that men call it her cunt, that's one of the words
little girls don't say but think instead - in bed and in her mind daddy
inappropriately tells her to "show me your little tight wet cunt" - she can
hear that alright, in her own minds fantasies - naughty daddy would like to
touch me here where I'm touching myself - she thinks longingly as those
little "pops" wave over her wonderful preteen orgasms - not even daddy
knows she uses an item of his clothing to "rub" when no-one else is in the
house - it's ok to be noisy at that time - preteen pants and moans of
pleasure are appropriate at those times - oo oo oo oo, uh uh uh oooooo
daddyyyyyyy - sweet little whimpers she is sure daddy would love to hear.
   "Try touching your toes darling" says Daddy "good practice for gym,
that's it with your feet apart" and she bends with daddy looking benignly
on.
   "Is this right daddy" says his little honey.
   "Yes perfect honey" he says but thinks 'yes, nice and tight' as he views
her from the rear, the gossamer string fitting perfectly up her little pert
preteen pear shaped smooth skinned buttocks and with her legs apart a
beautiful sight of two little girl pussy petals displayed to full vantage
as they rest jutting and puffy on either side of the almost invisible
bikini string, divided and proudly apparent.
   "Try to widen your stance darling" says dad getting his hands on her
inner thighs "let me steady you."
   And if you are nearby just look at his straining crotch as hid upturned
thumbs slide a little higher towards her honey pot - the briefest of
touches as he appears to release his fatherly care, his hold of her safety
but more to the point the brush on junior cunt flesh and the resultant
furtherance of his crotch bulge.
   A lot of females reading this will think back fondly to past memories
and remember just how nice it felt in daddy's safe care and daddy's strong
but gentle hands wakening feelings of burgeoning female desire for male
endowments - these moments carried safely and inappropriately to her
preteen bed that night - itching for bedtime and itching for rubbing time.
   And does the little princess understand?
   Ask yourself this; do little boys look down or in a mirror to see how
their tiny little cocks are shaping up in their boy panties when they are
preteens - that little pin prick bulge they are so proud of.  He still
wonders to this day if mummy saw his preteen prowess when she marched into
his peteen bedroom telling him he was a lazy boy and then as she threw the
bedcovers of him said "and stop spitting in the bed" at which point mummy
turned bright red and hurried off - did she see - of curse she did - and
that is quite inappropriately appropriate, well she made him.
   And the girls, do you think they don't know their virgin (but not
necessarily so) hairless sex slits aren't on show?  Girls are always
checking themselves in the mirror aren't they; proud of their appearance or
attempting to make it better.
   They know what those little V pieces of bikini or panty knicker bottoms
show - they are fully aware of the junior camel toe - they also know that
men like to see it.
   They know that daddy is always taking care, taking care of her and
taking care to notice her sexuality.  Those wet bikini bottoms that become
totally see through and with hardly any masking turn a decently albeit
minimally covered junior slitty to a totally displayed underage cunt - are
they aware?  Of course they are, and they revel in daddy's or indeed all
daddies' attention.
   "I know its see through now and I bet daddy will look, oh yes he is and
his thing has got bigger, I like daddy's thing, I wish he would let me see
more of it" the little preteen princess thinks.
   Meanwhile daddy thinks "god I would love to fuck her twat, oh god my
cock needs to be in that cunt of my daughter's, it's a pity she doesn't
have the same thoughts."
   Isn't it a conundrum?
   She wants his man cock and he wants her little girl cunt - don't the two
fit - of course they do and in fact many like to play the jig saw puzzle
despite what society says - let me assure you of this without doubt, man
cock fits perfectly into preteen cunt, it was made for the fit up.
   "Daddy can I have this magazine" says Barbie Doll bending forwards to
look at another piece of media published rubbish aimed at preteens, and her
t-shirt falls forwards.
   "Well is it appropriate darling" says Daddy towering over her but also
slight bent forwards, and bent so he can get an even better view down her
top and lo and behold he sees the two small cherry pap covered mole hills,
sharp and jutting out like two small granite rocks - "what about that one
there" he says keeping her physical position fixed in a way that pleases
him.
   He turns his head and the nice older lady behind the newspaper shop
counter, perhaps the shop owner, beams at him and says "your little girl is
she" and daddy nods sweetly and turns back to look at the middle shelf, the
hunting, shooting and fishing shelf.
   "She is so pretty isn't she" says the older lady and the man turns back
and smiles and then says thank you.  The old lady beams at them both and in
particular diverts her gaze to the now upright preteen girl who has now
stood up and is smiling back at the old lady, smiling because she
appreciates the compliment.
   What Daddy and Preteen don't realize at that moment is that the old
lady's beaming smile has indeed been caused by the pretty little thing but
its real causation is of her own childhood memories stirred by her Daddy's
previous physical position.
   Oh yes, she remembers when she was aware of her own Daddy's attention
and she remembers a time long gone when Daddies were able to more freely
engage in their desires.  In fact she remembers more than just her daddy's
hand rummaging around in her 8 year old school serge blue knickers and she
remembers it fondly.
   She smiles again and remembers sharing confidences with her older 82
year old friend who once said "well, my father and uncles were always
sticking their hands down my knickers when I was 8 and it didn't do me any
harm."
   As they leave and say goodbye the old lady gazes after them, watching
the little girl in her summery outfit, watches with not a little sadness,
wishing such items of attire had been around in her preteen days - "my
daddy would have loved that" she thinks to herself "I wish I had had one of
those revealing micro red skirts and revealing g-string panties; I wonder
what her mother was thinking, allowing her to go out in such a sexually
provocative outfit" and then she sighs for her loss.  "Of course her daddy
probably had a hand in that - I wonder if her daddy has had his hand in it
yet - probably, he looks as smitten with her as she is desirous of him."
And then she returns to the present day's chores again and goes over to
straighten the magazines on the top shelf, lingering a little longer than
necessary on the pornographic magazines - well there's no-one about when
she idly flicks open a page or two.
   "Mummy's going away for a meeting darling, it will just be me and you
over the week-end" says daddy brightly.
   "Cool" says the preteen.  She hasn't reached that age when daddies are
felt to be like a millstone around the neck "can we...............?"
   Of course she can, almost anything she desires, as long as it isn't
inappropriate of course, as long as there's no danger involved.  Daddy is
ready to indulge her every whim, she's his for the long week-end.
   The swimming pool.  The camera.  The posing.  She loves her new bikini
and she feels so grown up in it.  If daddy wants to take some pictures I
better look my best.  I think I look good making this pose.  I saw a super
model do it in one of mummy's fashion magazines and I remember seeing daddy
looking at it too when mummy wasn't around.
   Of course there are loads of other people around and if daddy thinks
they should head off somewhere quieter and rest a little well then she's
hardly going to argue but of course there's a little price involved.
   'Walking around the shopping streets feels nice and a lot of people are
smiling at me - a lot of other daddies.  They probably like my top but I do
want another one.' She is scheming.
   She didn't swim much but she had got wet.  She knows her little nipples
are jutting out but then so are that girl's over there and hers over on the
other side of the street.  The girls smile shyly to each other as they
pass. Both communicating with each other without speaking "your daddy's
handsome - so is yours."
   "What about this one daddy, is it appropriate" she says standing inside
the changing room - with daddy.
   Well what daddy in his right mind would allow his princess to be
unescorted in a public place.  Of course what daddy doesn't know is that he
has been very lucky.  The nice lady in the Ann Summers sexy lingerie shop
is by luck, Sapphic, and she has a penchant for the younger girl.
   "Yes darling I asked the nice shop lady if it was and she smiled and
said I should take you into the changing room to make that decision - so I
suppose that means yes."
   "I heard her ask you if I was your girlfriend daddy?" said with a large
smile.
   "Did she darling, I don't remember" says Daddy as he bends down to
adjust the stocking suspender clips "there, that's better isn't it?"
   "Oh daddy it looks so pretty, I can see the top of the stockings.  Are
the panties nice, you can see just the bottoms of them can't you?"
   "Well they're a matching pair I think, yes I can see them, are they
comfortable, not too tight?"
   "Oh yes they are tight daddy but they're so comfortable."
   "Doesn't mummy have bikini waxes; do you think you might need one of
those, whatever they are?"
   "Don't be silly daddy, men are so silly, I don't need one of those yet"
   Daddy, suitably chastened stands and watches as his princess admires
herself in the changing room mirror.  Now dressed in a white string top
bra, made with tiny circles of material just enough to cover her sharp
little nipples and the rest made of thin strings leaving little to the
imagination.  Her midriff totally bare and then at her hips a fluted
matching sse through gauze like frilled skirt that in depth doesn't even
reach below her cunt - and her cunt covered once again with that V shaped
g-string form, also white to match the ensemble and also see through.
   "I think I'll keep it on" she says.
   They head out and he pays the lady.  Her eyes are fixed on the preteen
form and she salivates as she hands daddy the change and she asks where
they might be off to now on this lovely sunny day - and she finds out that
it's the park where they are heading - that park - the park that is so well
known.
   "Its lovely here" she says licking her ice cream and kicking her legs
back and forth on the worn bench.  The bench covered in foul graffiti and
although unseen or felt they are both sitting on well dried sperm stains.
The bench in the remoter part of the park, the one near the public toilets
and surrounded by shrubs and trees.
   There are eyes on them, many eyes; he knows this but she doesn't - yet.
Eyes peeping from behind bushes, old tired eyes, some watering as small
globules of sperm are shaken out of small withered old penises - penises
temporarily partially hardened by the sight of this princess.  And it's
beginning to get dark; it is later in the afternoon now.
   "When's mummy coming home?"
   "Not for a few more days."
   "Goody" she says licking her ice cream again "I like it when it's just
us two."
   Daddy's hand placed on her inner thigh "Do you darling that's nice" - a
drop of melted ice cream drips down and falls on daddy's hand.
   "That's lucky for me daddy, the cold ice cream dropped on your hand
instead of my leg"
   Daddies and their games.  He starts to rush his hand back and forth on
her inner thigh "oooh look out, better take care to catch anymore if it
drops" - she giggles and starts to wave her ice cream around trying to let
it drip and beat him - and it does drip - it drips right next to her cunt
and he watches as it melts even more and slides down, slowly, dipping in
between her legs.
   "Urrrgh" she says.
   Isn't it good that daddy is there?  He soon has the matter solved.  His
quick steady masculine hand plunges between her legs and in an instant he
has the matter in hand - the messy invader is scooped up and daddy places
his fingers to his lips and licks them clean - the vanilla flavour seems
sweet, sweeter than normal he thinks.
   The bushes and the old tired eyes become a fever of activity.
   She makes the sign and he bends towards her "I need pee pee now."
   Parks can be dangerous.  Therefore it is totally appropriate for daddies
to escort their princesses especially into such places as the Gentleman's
toilets - well of course Daddies aren't allowed to go into Ladies public
conveniences, are they?
   Monies are passed to daddies sometimes - well princesses can be
expensive and it's appropriate to be recompensed for services, it not?
   "Finished" she squeals.
   He stands outside the unbolted cubicle holding her new outfit.  Well it
had to all be removed, it is new and these places can be a little
unsanitary - "just a moment darling, just wait while daddy has his pee pee
- don't move - just wait."
   Of course she's going to obey.
   Two of the boundless sets of eyes stare at the walls as each thrusts his
penis through the glory holes placed either side of her cubicle and now
only two small eyes peer at the princess.  But they aren't usual looking
eyes.  But they have both paid their fees to daddy.
   "Daddy!!"
   "Wait darling, hang on, just wait" he says checking each cubicle in
turns on either side of his princess's cubicle - he looks at each eye
holder and watches their fevered grunting motions - "nearly done darling."
   Almost simultaneously both eyes water - the water spilt into the
princess cubicle and then the eyes run away, stumbling as they are placed
safely back into their cases - old man raggy underpant cases.  And the
other eyes, the twin two sets of eyes scan daddy with grateful thanks as
they disappear out of this public place and back into the hidden bushes. 
And it could be quite some time before those grateful eyes get an
opportunity like that again - although as it happens, in this park not for
too long.
   He helps her to dress.  She is trying to tell him something but he
laughs and tells her not to be so silly and that she has such a wonderful
imagination, perhaps one day she will be on the stage or a great writer -
she enjoys writing, she's good at her school work - the idea of one day
becoming a writer pleases her and the images of masturbated cocks thrust
through those holes turn into little more than an odd experience.  One
thing remained though and that was the way they had spat at her when she
touched them - curious.
   "Look" she says pointing at the floor as they start to leave.
   "Yes these places aren't very nice are they darling - people should be
punished for spitting in public - it is wholly inappropriate."
   Back home now, safe again, the appropriately inappropriate new ensemble
safely stashed away - better that daddy looks after it - and anyway, mummy
will only get jealous if she sees it and the princess grins in secret
acknowledgment with daddy.
   Now more appropriately dressed in play clothes for lounging around the
house - a pair of garish green high waisted, leg slit, shorts made of a
silky material and loosely fitting around her form and a thin tight boob
tube that mummy mistakenly allowed her to choose, she sits perched
promiscuously on the arm rest of daddy's favourite armchair.
   She sits there facing him and resting her covered cunt on the arm rest,
one thin skinny leg hanging down to near the floor and the other bent at
the knee, her foot resting on daddy's upper leg and her pretty little toes
resting on daddy's covered erection - he keeps feeling her toes fidget on
his hard cock.
   Of course it has to be, the shorts I mean.  In the position she has
established, the loose crotch of those pretty shorts is wrenched to one
side and as a result her vagina, her hairless vagina is on full display and
it is so sweet in daddy's eyes.
   She chatters happily talking about the events of the day and as she does
this she rocks back and forth excitedly, she is using her strong thin arms,
hands pressed hard down on the arm rest to support her rocking motion and
daddy's eyes are firmly resting on the prize.
   Everytime she rocks back and forth her preteen slit opens and closes and
everytime they do that, his penis throbs and it throbs below the princesses
toes - "rings on her fingers and bells on her toes" thinks daddy - "well
she has at least one bell there - my bell end."
   "I'm sure I saw them daddy, I'm sure I did, it wasn't my
Imagy-uh-imaging............."
   "Imagination darling" corrects daddy laying one hand gently on the
nearest of her legs, on the top bit, fingers dangling down and close, oh so
close to the prize.
   "Yes well I'm sure I saw them" and she still rocks back and forth and it
still opens and closes except now it looks just a little damp.
   "Saw what" says daddy.
   "Men's ones" she says.
   "Men's what darling?"
   "You know, men's ding dongs" said sweetly.
   "Men's Penises" says daddy clearly, "anyway, how would you know that,
you haven't seen any have you?"
   "Well no I suppose I............well those ones might have been
them......and I saw yours once but it didn't look like those
ones..............."
   "When did you see mine" says daddy feigning surprise.
   "Hee hee, I peeked one day"
   Of course daddy knew that very well although he also knew that at that
time he didn't have an erection - he smiled at her benevolently,
encouragingly.
   "Maybe............mummy isn't here is she" that gorgeous pouting again
"maybe.......maybe you could........"
   "What darling"
   "Please can I see yours again daddy, please, please, please,
pleeeeeease, can I..........." the rocking was now almost as fast and
feverish as those eyes had been moved in the park bushes and in the
cubicles next to hers in the public conveniences - more moisture too daddy
notices.
   Without a word daddy lifts her up by her waist and puts her down on the
floor in front of him and then he slides down off the chair and places
himself between her thin legs; she now stands over his mid section.
   His body causes her legs to widen akimbo and he has a perfect view of
her pretty little girl cunt exposed due to the looseness of her shorts and
her stance.
   Daddy unzips and a new eye looks at her - three eyes look at her and she
looks back at them and exclamations pour forth.
   "That's what I saw before but there were two of them" and in her
excitement she quickly drops to her knees - daddy appropriately
accommodates her by opening his legs - she kneels in a position of almost
reverential worship before his erection - and Daddy has a much bigger
harder erection than the ones she saw earlier - she reaches out and gently
touches it.
   Daddies have needs and one of those prime needs is to educate the young.
   His large hand encircles her small hand - he looks at her and she looks
intently at him - a grin on her face accompanied by her pretty white teeth
biting down hard on her lower lip and a sound of air coming from her as she
breathes in and then as she breathes out, "mmmmmm" the sound reverberating
from her flared nostrils.
   "It's big and hard like a rounders (baseball) bat" she says with glee.
   It isn't of course but Daddy is pleased and he releases his hand.
   "Now what, will it spit at me daddy?"
   "Keep it tight hold darling and then rub it up and down but keep a firm
grip."
   His princess is lightly built but unknown to most males, the female is
by no means weak because of it.
   She masturbates Daddy, she does it hard and fast, her little petite hand
whizzing up and down, her rigid concentration is harder than his own erect
penis, she has the determination to defeat, to conquer and she notes with a
triumphant crowing as it fires off its load "Daddy, it's gone all small and
wobbly-weak."
   And so has Daddy and he also knows that his 'wobbly-weak' will now be at
the mercy and whim of this tiny female creature from now and for evermore -
which, when you think about it is most Inappropriately Appropriate.
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