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   (Mg*, inc, ped, cons, 1st)

   Daddy's Valentine by Alia Salem (alia.salem@hush.com)

   "I'm going to bed, Daddy."

   I heard my daughter call down to the hall to where I was working, in the
living room.  "Okay sweetheart.  I'll come make sure you're all tucked
before I go to sleep."

   I woke groggily two hours later, having fallen asleep on the couch.  My
laptop lay open on my stomach, the light shining brightly in my face. 
Squinting slightly, I briefly considered doing a bit more work before
turning in; I've been working on my Ph.D in Biomedical Engineering, and
with the end in sight had been putting in extra time lately.  It was
already 11 pm, and I didn't want to spend all day Sunday asleep in bed. 
Tomorrow was Valentine's day, and Ariana and I had plans.

   Ariana was my ten-year-old daughter.  Her mother and I had broken up
five years ago, rather amicably, and she had lived with her mother until
about two years ago.  That was when Jill made the decision to change
careers, choosing to pursue a BSN degree, and made it into a great program
in Chicago.  Luckily, she also got a great financial aid package from the
school, so we decided that it would be best for Jill to attend college
there.  However, with Ari established in school here, the better district
and the dangers and uncertainty inherent in living in such a large city, we
decided that our daughter should remain with me.  This turned out to have
been a great arrangement for all of us: Jill was relieved of the stress of
having to care for our daughter (which I think helped her keep her 3.8 GPA
in college); Ari had the least disturbance possible to her routine, and I
got to spend more time with her.  Ariana had visited her mom several times,
too, so she did get to explore the big city now and again.

   Neither my ex nor I had remarried since then.  I'd had a few dates, but
nothing terribly serious; the last one had been several months ago, while
Ariana was away at camp.  Since I was working (however begrudgingly) on
five years as a bachelor, I'd decided to take my daughter to brunch and the
matinee of My Fair Lady at the community theatre for Valentine's day.  She
had been pretty excited by that; living outside Portland, there were plenty
of touring companies that came through, and even at her young age she had a
love of performing.  She'd been dancing since about the time her mom and I
had separated; it had been our idea that she might have something to keep
her mind off what else was happening.  She'd taken to it really well, and I
could see dance and other performing arts becoming a real passion of hers
as she got older.  I'd paid for enough leotards, and shoes, and costumes in
the past several years to make the stage moms on Toddlers & Tiaras green
with envy, so I hoped she would at least keep up with it as a hobby.

   After giving it another moment's thought, I decided I was done for the
evening.  My dissertation would still be there tomorrow, or in a week, and
I wanted to be able to really enjoy our day tomorrow, instead of being hung
over from writing all night.  I made my way down the hall to Ariana's
bedroom.  My daughter was an avid reader, and almost nightly she fell
asleep in the midst of some book.  It was my job to make sure her bedside
lamp was off, and since she tossed around in her sleep, I usually ended up
rolling her back into bed so she didn't fall out in the middle of the
night. The only one of her friends with a full instead of a twin, and she
almost ended up on the floor half the time.

   As expected, Ariana lay on her stomach, with her left arm flung over the
side of the bed.  Harry Potter had fallen from her fingertips and made its
way partially under the bed.  As I bent over to pick up the book, I noticed
a pair of Ari's panties on the floor not too far away.

   Setting the book on the table, I reached to pick the snow-white panties
off the floor to toss in the hamper and froze.  There, toward the bottom of
my little girl's panties, were ever so faint spots of pink soaked into the
cotton.  Blood.  I felt dizzy for a moment - my little girl.  Not so little
anymore.

   I looked over at my baby for a moment, clutching her panties in my
hands. Then, pulling them taut and inspecting them in the lamplight, I
confirmed my suspicions as my stomach clenched with dread.  A barrage of
thoughts came at me all at once: Bras.  Boys.  The terrifying thought that
I now had to get her through at least eight years without getting pregnant,
instead of only three or four, as I had so naively hoped.

   As I stood there wringing my daughter's panties in my hands, I
considered my options.  Was there any way to pretend I hadn't seen this; to
let her come to me?  I realized with a start that maybe this had been her
way of doing just that.  I had been blessed with a daughter who was
impeccably neat and tidy-the money I gave her to help keep the house clean
instead of hiring a cleaning lady was well worth it.  As a result, she
rarely left things lying around; she had planted the panties there for me
to find.

   We hadn't really had much of a talk about anything like this before, and
I'm not ashamed to admit I was a little terrified.  I had figured I had
plenty of time to prepare myself for these kinds of discussions - and hell,
the coward in me had hoped by that time her mom would be back to have them
with her instead - but now reality had slapped me in the face like an angry
lover.

   Moving back toward Ari's bed, I started on my first task of actually
getting her into bed.  I pulled the covers down so I could flip her over
without getting tangled in the sheets.  Leaning over my daughter, I paused
for a moment as I considered how lovely she looked in the faint glow of the
lamplight.  Her lips were beautifully full, crimson; her cheeks lightly
flushed; long, deep brown hair, curling down toward her elbows, she looked
so sweet and innocent before me.  I sat down on the side of the bed,
mulling over my options, and heard a whisper of a voice.  "Dad?"

   I looked down at Ari and saw her squinting in the light from the lamp,
so I turned it off quickly so as not to bother her.  "Hi, baby." I sighed,
reaching up to brush her bangs from her eyes.  "Should we talk?"

   Ariana looked down at her fingers nervously and bit her lips.  "I guess
so."

   I reached over to rub her tummy, her panties falling from my fingers. 
"I found these laying on the floor.  When did this happen?  Why didn't you
tell me, say something?"

   "I saw it when I was getting ready for bed," Ariana said quietly,
avoiding my gaze.  "I didn't know what to do.  I was embarrassed." I heard
her voice crack slightly and saw she was fighting back tears.  "I was
scared."

   I leaned down and pulled my little girl into my arms, squeezing her
tightly to me.  "Baby, there's nothing to be scared about.  It happens to
all young women.  It means you're growing up...  do you understand?" Ariana
nodded hesitantly, and I could tell she still wasn't sure what I was
talking about.  "Getting your period just means that you are maturing, and
you could have a baby now.  There's no reason to be scared.  We'll have to
get some things for you in the morning.  But you'll be fine." I pulled back
and smiled at her.  "Do you have any questions?"

   Ari shook her head, then bit her bottom lip almost imperceptibly.  I
knew something was rolling around in that head of hers, but didn't want to
push her.  I stood to go.  "Honey, if you have any questions, you can ask,
okay?  Don't be afraid.  We can talk about anything you want." I leaned
down to kiss her forehead; as I turned to go, she said shyly, "Daddy?"

   "Yes?"

   "You said I could have a baby now....  Am I going to have a baby?"

   I froze.  I hadn't thought about these things.  Really, I loved my
daughter, but where the hell was her mother when I needed her?

   I sat back down next to her.  Rubbing her shoulder, I said, "No, Ariana,
you're not going to have a baby yet.  Getting your period means it's
possible, but it doesn't mean that you're pregnant." I closed my eyes and
took a deep breath before blurting out, "How much do you know about sex?"

   Ariana looked up at me sheepishly.  "I don't know...  Lucy and I heard
her mom and her boyfriend...  they sounded like it felt good...  but I
don't know."

   I felt a big sigh of relief.  I'd always hoped Ariana wasn't doing
things she shouldn't, but never really had the courage to ask.  When had I
become such a coward?

   "Your period means you can have a baby, but you have to have sex first
to get pregnant.  That happens when a girl and boy care a lot about each
other, and they want to show each other that in a way other than just
kissing," I said.  I stroked my daughter's thigh softly.  I'd been dreading
this conversation, but it wasn't as bad as I'd expected it to be.  "When
that happens, the boy puts his penis inside the girl's vagina, which is the
sex part; then, when the guy feels really good, he puts stuff inside her
vagina which can make a baby."

   Ariana looked thoughtful.  "Does it hurt?"

   "At first, it hurts a little bit, for the girl.  It doesn't hurt for
boys."

   "That's not fair," Ariana said.

   I laughed as I rubbed along her side.  I'd always thought my daughter
was beautiful, of course, but she was simply breathtaking in this
stillness. "You're right, it isn't.  But if it makes you feel any better,
it can be incredibly uncomfortable when a man gets hard, and that happens a
lot more often."

   "When what gets hard?"

   I abruptly stopped caressing my daughter's stomach as her words reached
my ears.  What the hell are you saying?  I thought to myself.  "Wh-we-," I
stuttered.  I remained quiet for a moment in order to swallow my
embarrassment.  "For a man and woman to have sex, the man's penis must be
hard, Ariana.  Otherwise, it won't be able to go inside," I shifted a bit.
Talking about this, explaining it to my little girl, had excited me a bit;
I could feel my dick swelling in my boxer briefs.

   One more embarrassment I didn't need.

   "Oh." She pondered this for a few moments, and yawned.  "I'm getting
sleepy, Daddy."

   "It's okay, baby.  It's been a stressful day for you.  It's okay if you
fall asleep." I rubbed my palm along her side, where her breasts would one
day soon contour her frame.  As I gazed at her, I could already see her
chest swelling, her little nipples pressed against the tank she wore to
bed. She will take after her mother, I thought.  Large, succulent breasts
with big brown areola leading to fat nipples that always seemed to be
erect.

   "Dad, will you stay until after I fall asleep?" Ariana mumbled.

   "Sure, sweetheart.  Whatever you want." I brushed her bangs from her
eyes and leaned over to kiss her forehead.  "You close your eyes and Daddy
will be here until you're asleep." She closed her eyes, a slight smile on
her lips.  Like Mona Lisa...  my own work of art.  I gently massaged her
shoulder, and I watched as her breaths got longer and more relaxed.

   I gently caressed her smooth skin, tracing Ariana's collarbone.  She
sighed and slipped deeper into her slumber.  I shifted slightly; my dick
was slowly swelling again, watching her so peacefully rest.  I was
captivated, and I couldn't help myself.  I was hornier than I'd been in
years.  Holding my breath, I moved my hand down to her small, pert buds;
her nipples, straining against her shirt, begged to be touched--or maybe
that was my imagination, because I was desperate to fondle this young woman
before me.

   When my palm felt her nipple through the thin cotton, my dick throbbed.
I closed my eyes, savoring this feeling.  It's ok, I thought to myself. 
She will never know, and I just need to touch her...  just a little; just a
few minutes.  But even as I thought it, I knew I needed more...  slowly
lifting her arms, I slipped the spaghetti straps down and off her arms, and
tugged her top down toward her waist.

   Lying before me was the most heavenly creature I have ever laid eyes
upon.

   I reached out and gingerly trailed my fingers along her breast, letting
out a slow breath in an effort to remain calm.  My fingers felt electric on
her warm, soft skin.  I couldn't think rationally any longer; I was driven
by my lust, and my love, for my daughter.  I licked my lips and softly
cupped her firm mounds.  I heard an almost imperceptible moan when the heel
of my rough palm brushed against the tip of her nipple.  When I realized it
came from Ariana, I pulled my hand back like I had touched a hot stove and
almost fell off the bed.

   I froze for a second, not quite sure if she was awake or not.  She
barely moved--I was convinced she was still asleep.  I sat there, stunned,
as I realized: she liked it.  I could barely think straight; I was filled
with excitement.  She had moaned; her basest instinct had been to enjoy it.
She liked her daddy playing with her body, wanting her.

   With this heady thought, and all sense of reason quickly fading away, I
gave in to my desire.  I leaned in close to Ariana, almost laying my head
upon her chest.  Turning my head, my lips met her cool skin.  Dragging my
lips toward the peak, my mouth began watering the closer I got.  I saw the
light brown of her areola out of the corner of my eye, and, parting my lips
with my tongue, I circled the ring around her it before my lips again met
her skin, sucking gently on her nipple.  I closed my eyes, committing this
moment to memory.  I felt so sick and dirty, and it made me want more; I
played with her nipple against my tongue, enjoying feel of her soft skin
against my rough lips.  I moved to her other nipple to give it the same
attention, circling the other with my index finger.  So lost in my
machinations, I lost sense of what I was doing until I heard a soft
whisper...  "Daddy?"

   I froze, my tongue flat against Ariana's nipple and unable to move. 
Fuck, I thought.  What have I done?  What am I doing?  "Daddy...  what are
you doing?"

   In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought.  I swirled my tongue around
her nipple one last time and sucked it between my lips before letting it
pop from my mouth.  "Ariana, I'm...  so sorry.  You are so beautiful, and
you're a woman now, and I just...  lost my senses.  You're so beautiful,
baby." I twirled her long hair in my fingers.  "But there's no excuse. 
Just let me sleep tonight, and tomorrow we'll figure out what to do, where
you can go.  I promise.  I'm sorry, honey."

   As I started to rise, she grasped my arm.  "Daddy, don't leave.  I don't
want you to go."

   "You don't?" I asked cautiously.

   "What you were doing...  it felt good, Daddy.  Warm; it tickled; it made
me feel good...  down there." Ariana blushed.

   "Ari..." I was at a crossroads.  I could do what I was supposed to do;
face the consequences of my actions.  Or I could...  did my daughter just
tell me that I had made her horny?  Was my pre-teen girl wanting...  asking
me for more?

   "Daddy, before...  you said that a man's penis gets hard....  Why?  What
makes it that way?"

   My cock was rock hard, and jumped as though it knew she was talking
about it.  "When a man gets those...  tingly feelings that you talked
about...  and gets excited, it makes his penis hard," I began.

   "But why?  What makes it feel tingly?"

   "Ok," I started.  I felt I shouldn't be having this conversation, but so
far she didn't seem upset.  "When a man is with, or sometimes even just
thinks of, someone they like a lot--that they maybe love, or they think is
beautiful--they may think about that person sexually.  How it would be to
have sex with that person.  And when a man has those thoughts, his dick
gets hard." I winched inwardly at using the word "dick".

   Ari said, "Daddy, your...  dick...  looks hard now." She sat up a bit
against the headboard.

   I gulped.  "It is, baby.  Very hard." My voice was a whisper; I felt so
ashamed.

   Ariana looked down at my slightly tented briefs.  "Can I see it?"

   I felt like I was on autopilot, but I think I just wanted it so badly I
didn't care.  I reached into my fly and pulled out my thick cock.  I don't
know if I'd ever been so hard in my life.  Squirming slightly, I adjusted
my balls as my cock flopped against my leg.  
Ariana's eyes widened.
She bit her lip and instinctively reached out to grip it.  When her hand
wrapped around my dick I thought I might explode immediately, but I took a
long breath to steady myself.  She squeezed softly and then with a bit more
force, getting the feel for it in her hand.  "It's...  really hard," she
said.  "I didn't think it would feel so hard and be squeezable at the same
time." I grunted out some sort of response.  "Does it hurt?" she asked.

   "No...  no, it...  feels incredible.  It feels so good, baby," I choked
out.  Her grip loosened and she traced the veins along my cock.  "Aria..."
I couldn't take it anymore.  It couldn't get much worse than it already
was. I leaned toward her to kiss her collarbone, dragging my lips and
tongue toward back down to her pretty little tits.  Sucking her right
nipple into my mouth, I sucked gently and reached over to rub my palm over
the other one.  My girl gasped and held tight the headboard.  Moving to her
other breast, I lavished the same attention on her left, tracing along her
breast and side as I did so.

   "Oh, Daddy...," she breathed.  "It never feels that way when I touch my
boobies...." She shuddered and her other hand brushed my hair.  "I feel
ticklish down there again, even more than before."

   "Do you, babygirl?" I asked.  "I can make you feel better." Nipping at
her breast, my lips found the underside to lick and suck before moving
further down her torso, planting kisses diagonally down her belly.  I
stopped at her navel, dipping my tongue in before laying my head flat
against her stomach.  My hands had followed me down, and were now rested on
my little girls' hip, my finger slipping under the waistband of her pajama
bottoms, my finger following the curve of her hipbone.

   "Daddy?"

   The quiet whisper shook my reverie.  I said quietly, "Do you trust me,
Ari?"

   "Yes, Daddy...  I trust you."

   Her soft voice was all the encouragement I needed.  Placing a kiss along
her hipbone, I lifted my head and pulled down her pajamas.  Standing to get
them all the way off, I quickly shed my boxer briefs as well.  Taking hold
of her ankles, I drew her down until her head rest against her pillow once
more and swiftly pulled her legs apart, taking my place between them.  Warm
and throbbing in my hand, I stroked my cock-head along her beautiful
hairless pussy, opening like a flower as I spread her wide.  My fat dick
dribbled precum as I reveled in the feel of her smooth lips against the
tip, and it took a lot of concentration to avoid cumming immediately over
her soft folds.

   "Take a deep breath, baby," I said.  She took her first breath and I
lined my cock up with her pussy.  As she took her second, I said, "This
will hurt, baby, but deep breath; I love you so much.  Let me show you how
much I love you." With that, I pushed into my daughter's warm, wet pussy,
filling her box with my dick.

   "Daddy, daddy!" She gasped as I entered her deeper, making the
discomfort unbearable.

   "Shhh, baby," I groaned as I sank further into her.  "It will hurt just
for a moment, but you'll make Daddy feel so good!  I love you, Ariana," I
said as I shoved all the way in.  "Deep breath, baby; feel me inside, get
used to the feeling and the pain will go away."

   I saw a tear fall down Ari's cheek and wiped it away.  "You're such a
good girl," I whispered, fondling her breasts once again to make her feel
good.  "You feel so good against my cock, baby; better than anything I've
ever felt before."

   "Does it really, Daddy?" She whimpered.  "Am I really making you feel
good?"

   "Oh, Ariana," my voice cracked, "you can't imagine, baby.  I want to
move but I want you to feel good, too; it's taking everything I have not to
start moving inside you again, you feel so good."

   Ariana's measured breathing continued, and after a few moments I felt
her shift below me.  Looking down to where we were joined, I saw her ass
grinding a bit, and as I glanced back into her eyes for confirmation, she
said, "It feels better, Daddy."

   Thank God, I thought.  I didn't know how much longer I could stand it. I
slowly began moving in and out of her tight pussy, reaching down to rub my
thumb along her clit.  She gasped when she felt my touch; taking that as a
good sign, I licked my thumb and returned to my ministrations.  "It
tickles, Daddy," she shivered.  "Oh, Daddy...  it does feel better...  it
doesn't hurt anymore."

   "God, baby," I said.  "You're amazing.  Your cunt is so sweet, so
tight...." I continued flicking her button with my fingers.  "I'm not going
to last much longer, babygirl," I said.  I looked down at her and saw her
eyes shut tight, taking in all these new sensations assaulting her.

   "Daddy, I think I have to pee," Ariana said.

   "No, baby; that's good; that means you're almost ready for the best
part," I said, speeding up my thrusts but being as gentle as I could
be--and let me tell you, I wanted to bang that pussy until she screamed. 
"Do you feel it, Ari?" I asked.  "Do you feel the rush coming over you? 
Like you can't hold it in anymore?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, I can
feel it." Her mewling turned me on even more; she was begging me to make
her cum.  "Daddy...  ooh...  oh!...  Daddy!" She cried frantically,
grabbing my arms, holding tight.

   "That's it, baby.  Yes, my darling girl, just like that....  oh...." My
thrusts became shorter and quicker.  "Cum for me, babygirl.  Cum for Daddy.
Cum..." I grunted, "for your Daddy.  Let me fill you with my love for
you... fill you with my seed, baby.  Be a good girl for me and...."

   "Ugh!" Ariana yelped.  She trembled as she was overtaken by her first
orgasm.  "Daddy!  Oh!"

   "Yes!  Baby, oh, sweet babygirl!" The smell of sex in the air, the feel
of my little girl's pussy clenching around my cock, put me over the edge,
and I flooded her pussy with my hot cum.  "Oh, God.  Oh, I love you so
much," I panted.  "Daddy loves you so much." I could feel her pussy
squeezing every drop out of my cock.  "Feel how much I love you, Ari.. 
ana...  you can feel my Daddy juice filling you...  only for special
girls...." I trailed off as I felt the last spurts of my orgasm fill her,
leaking from her pussy.  "Oh, sweetheart," I whispered as I lowered myself
to kiss her lips.  "Daddy made you a woman, baby.  You're a big girl now."
I kissed her again, and slowly slipped my cock from her warm, sloppy cunt.
Repositioning myself beside her and pulling her to my chest, I kissed my
daughter's forehead.  "Let's not tell anyone, okay?  Let's keep this our
special secret."

   "Yes, Daddy," Ariana said as she laid her head upon my chest.  "But,
next time...." Next time?  I thought, and waited; her pregnant pause
lingered in the air.  "Can I play with your thing some more?"

   My cock twitched at the thought.



  
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This is strictly a work of fiction, plucked out of the author's overactive
imagination.  This story is not an endorsement of such actions, and no
encouragement or endorsement is implied nor should be assumed.  Participate
in any such acts, and the author will happily escort you to prison herself.
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