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 Author: Explorer
Title: A DAUGHTER LOST, A DAUGHTER FOUND
Summary: George's girlfriend's 12 year old daughter fills the gap in his
life after he was forced to leave his own 7 year girl with his wife.
Keywords: MF Mg ped / pedo pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws
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   Chapter 1 HE NEEDED A DAUGHTER, SHE NEEDED A DAD

   George reflected on the past few years of his life.  He mourned the loss
of his daughter.  No, she wasn't dead, but she might just as well have been
because there was no way he would ever see her again.  Little Holly was
lost to him forever.  That said, he looked down and a smile formed on his
lips as he gazed upon the innocent beauty of Jemma, his newly-adopted
daughter.  He stroked her hair as she snuggled into him.  It suddenly
occurred to him that Holly's loss was Jemma's gain.  Jemma had lost her
daddy when she was just five years old.  He'd been the love of her life. 
He pondered on how it had all come about.

   Holly had been their only child and doted on her dad.  George's wife
Melinda, loved Holly as much as George but for some reason Holly was her
daddy's girl.  Perhaps it was because George spent more time with her. 
George is 36, a successful author who works from home.  Melinda was a
career advertising executive.  So George was a stay at home dad and Holly's
surrogate mom from the age of 3 months.  Maybe that's how and why the
strong dad / daughter bond was formed.  The only thing he couldn't do was
suckle her at his breast, but he fed, changed, bathed and met all her other
needs.  Maybe it was the bath times, he thought.  Holly wouldn't let her
mom bathe her and although George wanted a break, it was less hassle just
to do it rather than suffer Holly's screaming tantrums.  When Holly was a
baby, he loved her and in the purest form.  Yes, he may, out of curiosity,
have examined her whilst cleaning her smelly places.  And, of course he had
to wash those places.  But initially he had no lustful thoughts towards
her. He tried to recall how, when and why his thoughts changed.  He
recalled washing Holly's front and back bottom with his hands even though
sponges and cloths were available.  At the time, he'd told himself it was
more hygienic as the sponge etc.  were used to wash her face and other
parts of her body.  But was that the case or did he use that rationale to
justify feeling her little sex holes?  He truly didn't know the truth.  He
did know that at a point in time it had become a sexual turn on to him.  He
wondered whether it had been he who had seduced Holly or she who had
seduced him.  As a baby she would cry when he stopped washing her little
cunnie and stop crying when he resumed.  He'd discovered that stroking her
front bottom at bed time calmed her and she would drift off to sleep. 
Similarly, if she woke during the night he would lay besides her and 5
minutes of pussy stroking would have her back in the land of nod.

   He had to admit to himself that at time came when the 'comfort stroking'
aroused him.  He would return to bed with Melinda with a raging hard on and
attempt to unload his hormones into his wife from the rear without waking
her.  Of course that was near to impossible and 9 times out 10 he got an
elbow in the ribs.  He recalled an earlier incident when Holly was about 3
years old.  He was drying himself after his morning shower.  He turned
around to find Holy standing there.  His morning glory held his dick in a
permanent semi until it was either relieved or put away.  "What's that?"
asked Holly pointing to his dick.  It was the first time she's seen a dick,
she'd presumed that everybody had a 'front bottom'.  The shock drained the
blood from George's dick.  Stuttering he did his best to explain that boys
had willies and girls had front bottom.  Uninhibited, Holy stepped forward
and wrapped a hand around his shaft.  He recalled the feeling, it was like
her hand was a magic wand setting his dick dancing with tingles.  He'd
pulled away from her covering himself trying to explain that girls
shouldn't touch boys' willies.  He recalled the quandary he'd gotten
himself into when she's asked why if boys and girls couldn't touch each
others private places, how come he could touch hers.  He answered the
question by telling her that the rules didn't apply to daddies and how,
taking that to mean it didn't apply to daughters either, she's lifted the
towel to get another look at daddy's snake.  And, how he was slow to cover
it up, aroused by his daughters face looking up at her fingers probing his
dangling dick and nut sack.

   He recalled the toilet training.  When she was little, the smell of
ammonia was enough to drown any arousal hormones.  But when she started
training on the big toilet the ammonia smell had gone from her urine.  He
remembered it was 99% clear.  How, to coax her to pee, he'd stretch out a
finger between her legs taunting her that he could pull it away before her
wee wee hit it.  And, how he was turned on by the feeling of her hot little
girl piss hitting his finger.  He recalled the time she walked in him just
as he'd started to piss and his delight in watching her curious little face
inches from the cascading amber liquid.  Then there was the tickling games
and her constant and persistent attempts to get her hands on his dick All
that and he'd successfully resisted having sex with her for so long. 
Looking back it seemed inevitable that would happen.

   The first occasion happened when she was four.  She'd woken during the
night crying.  He attended as usual and found she'd wet her training
panties.  He carried her to the bathroom where he took the wet nappy off
and cleaned her up before applying some anti-nappy rash cream.  He rubbed
the cream into her podgy fat front bottom, pushing the cream into her slit
with his finger.  She cooed as her circled her tiny little clitty and poked
gently at her baby sex tube.  She giggled as he rubbed the cream over her
pink puckered little rosebud, "Tickles," she giggled.  His dick throbbed
pumping out pre-cum and finally found its own way out of the front of his
PJ's.  He held the shaft and peeling his foreskin back, he presented to
purple bell end at her creamy slick hole.  Holding the shaft he pulled and
pushed his knob end up and down her slit on the slick nappy rash cream. 
Holly, oblivious to the abuse, giggled and cooed as little tingles rippled
though her baby frame.  Feeling his balls tighten he held his piss slit up
against her hole and pumped his load into her immature fuck tube.  He
recalled how he nearly blacked out with an orgasm the like of which he
hadn't felt since he was thirteen.  Dizzily swaying, he held himself aloft
until his nuts were empty before dropping to his knees in exhaustion.  He
blinked the mist clear from his eyes, to find his little girl's sex inches
from his face and his sponk dribbling from her hole.  He was struck by both
shame and awe at the same time.  Shame at the depravity he'd sunk to. 
Shame at violating the trust placed in him.  Shame at abusing such perfect
beauty and innocence.  He was also, however, mesmerized at the awesome
sight of his seed dribbling from Holly's perfect porcelain white little
pussy.  Rising to his feet he found Holly sucking on her finger unaware of
the abuse and none the worse off from the event.  Returning her to her bed,
laying alongside her he kissed her face, and stroked her hair vowing never
to do that again.  Of course that vow would be broken.

   The fact that Holly insisted that only he bathe her and insisted that he
wash her front and back bottoms "properly" didn't help.  She liked having
her front botty rubbed.  "My botty's itching...rub it for me daddy," she'd
whisper as she sat on his lap watching TV.  Yes she'd whisper this to him.
From things he'd said and done she'd picked up that certain things weren't
for public consumption.

   It's not like it happened overnight, it had been a gradual thing.  She
was fascinated by his trouser snake as they called it.  Her constant
attempts to get her hands on it led to longer and longer holds and then one
time he fell asleep whilst reading to her.  She was then about six years
old.  He woke to find her holding his shaft.  She'd peeled back his
foreskin and was examining his bell end close us.  Probing the tucks and
folds.  He didn't stop her but pretended he was still sleeping.  He saw as
she poked a finger in the pre-cum and raise that finger to her outstretched
little pink tongue.  His mind willed her to bend her head forward bringing
her rose red lips onto the throbbing purple crown.  Looking back to check
he was asleep, she lowered her head and tongue outstretched she licked up
the salty fluid.  Unable to control himself he groaned, startling her.  He
was gone, in a place of no return.  Opening his eyes he smiled reassuringly
at her before gently placing his hand on the back of her head.  She lowered
her mouth over the head of his dick.  He felt the soft sweet warmth of her
mouth and the rasping of her little tongue on the tender under side of his
crown.  She was a natural, no training, no tuition, just doing what seemed
natural.  Although he had given up all resistance, he didn't want to
frighten her.  She didn't know the results of her actions.  She didn't know
that the volcano would erupt and blow it's load and he didn't want it to
happen in her mouth and frighten her.  He pulled from her and shot his
creamy load high into the air.  He recalled the awe in her face.  She
looked back at him and smiled, knowing she'd done something good.  "What
was that daddy?" she'd asked.  After that night there was no turning back.
She wanted the firework display every night.  And in for a penny in for a
pound.  George knew that if he got caught he wasn't going to get off any
lighter because he'd only had hand jobs.  And, it would be polite not to
reciprocate.  So soon after he climbed between her legs devoured what was a
veritable smorgasbord of delights.

   She had her first orgasm shortly after her seventh birthday.  It amazed
them both.  Holly, because she didn't know what an orgasm was, and George
because he didn't know seven year olds could have an orgasm.

   From there they went on the explore different ways of getting off.  A
favourite was sliding the pole.  She would straddle him facing him. 
Peeling open her pussy lips she would slide up and down his shaft.  That
way she could control the angle and pressure on her sensitive bits and she
could watch the sponk shoot from between her legs up his chest.  By this
time George and Holly were having sex on a daily basis.  She was still a
virgin, George didn't want to hurt her but her enthusiasm and ingenuity
knew no bounds.  They loved each other as passionately as any adult lovers.
They kissed, stroked, petted, explored and pleasured each other with
uninhibited abandon.  George was doing stuff with Holly that Melinda, his
wife, refused to do.

   Of course the inevitable happened.  He was laying on the floor of the
lounge one afternoon, stark naked with naked Holly sat astride his mouth
when Melinda came home from work early.  She went ballistic and after 4
hours of screams and threats she gave George an ultimatum - prison or
exile. Both resulted in him never seeing Holly again and so he chose exile.
He moved to another part of the country and after a period of licking his
wounds, he joined a dating agency where he met Fiona, Jemma's mom.

   Fiona was 28 years old, slim, small tits, short dark hair and glasses.
She was the type of girl that blended with the wall paper.  But as he got
to know her he found her intelligent and entertaining, she had a good sense
of humour and was good company, which is just what he wanted.  She was also
a good cook, which is also what he wanted.  And, she was game for anything
in the bedroom, which is also what he really wanted.

   He'd dated her for about 3 months before moving in with her.  She worked
shifts in a call centre, 7am - 3pm and 3pm - 11pm.  She had one daughter
Jemma, who was nearly thirteen.  Yes, the math was correct: someone had
knocked Fiona up when she was 15 and dumped her.

   Jemma looked like a miniature mom.  She was naturally shy and as her
body had just started blooming, she was now also self conscious.  Over the
past 3 months George tried hard to make her feel comfortable.  He wanted to
be her friend.  He wanted to bring her comfort and protection and she had
slowly warmed to him.

   What he didn't know was that as they lay there watching TV, Jemma was
also reflecting on the loss of her dad and basking in the warm security of
having a new dad.  She was not going to make the same mistake as last time
and lose another dad.  Her mother had blamed her for her dad leaving and
although she'd had the odd boyfriend since, it had taken her mom 7 years to
get a boyfriend who made a commitment.

   She'd lost her dad after she told her friend their secret.  Her friend
had told her mom and her friend's mom had called the police.  Jemma's mom,
had warned Jemma to keep her mouth shut when the police questioned her and
she had, but her mom didn't believe her after her dad ran off.  He wasn't
her real dad, she didn't know who her real dad was.  He been her dad since
she was a baby and she loved him very much.  She couldn't remember the
first time he'd touched her, but it must have been when she was a baby. 
He'd told her that it was their special secret and she mustn't tell anyone.
She'd enjoyed their games.  She remembered her dad licking her pussy and
the tingles.  She remembered the pride she felt seeing the delight in his
eyes when he examined her couchie close up.  He loved examining her and she
liked the feeling of having something he wanted.  He liked watching her wee
and she liked entertaining him with their weeing games.  At bed time he
would gently rub her little clitty to bring her warm tingly feelings.  She
remembered how hot his dick felt and how it was so soft and hard at the
same time and the feeling of pride when she was able to bring him off and
the awe she felt seeing his seed shoot amazing distances.  She remembered
how proud she felt seeing him so happy and satisfied when she was able to
suck him off and swallow his seed.  She remembered the first time he pushed
his willie deep into her hole and the pain she happily endured to make him
happy.  She remembered the many times since when she'd cried herself to
sleep with guilt, blaming herself for his leaving.  And, the many times
she'd masturbated on the memories of their sex together.  How she longed to
suck his dick, to feel his tongue licking her clit.  She blushed as she
admitted to herself that recently, she'd started fantasising about sucking
George's dick.  She wondered what it would be like with a hot dick filling
her vagina.  She'd shoved carrots and other vegetables up there but yearned
to know what it felt like to have a real dick in there.  Her memories of
her dad doing her were too distant, she remembered it happening but most of
what she remembered was pain.

   Her friend Judy had described the feelings of being fucked to her in
every detail.  Judy had been shagging Wayne, her 16 year old brother, since
she was 8 years old.  Judy had also shagged a few of Wayne's mates and an
old guy she'd met over the internet.  She'd gone with Judy to the old guys
house, on the first occasion she'd shagged him.  He gave her £100.  Jemma
had watched him shag her.  He'd bent her over the sofa and shagged her from
behind.  She couldn't take her eyes off his huge balls slapping against
Judy's arse as he banged away at her.  Judy was a slapper, all the school
talked about her behind her back and some to her face.  Judy's tits were a
bit bigger than hers that's because she'd been drinking Wayne's cum and cum
makes your tits grow, all the girls at school knew that.  Wayne had begged
Jemma to let him shag her.  She'd watched Wayne shag Judy a few time during
sleep-overs.  She'd watched Judy writhing in ecstasy as Wayne's dick slid
in and out of her pussy.  Her pussy ached for Wayne's dick, or for that
matter anybody's dick, but she knew that if she let Wayne of any of his
buddies do her they would tell everybody in their school and she would be
taunted as a slag, a slut, a slapper.  She'd been taunted at school for the
simple thing of not having a dad.  She was too smart to sentence herself
the years of torment by ruthless vicious kids for a few moments of
pleasure. The thought of a dick sliding in and out of the snatch turned her
on.  Whilst she wouldn't let Wayne near her, she did know what his sponk
tasted like.  She and Judy had been 69-ing each other for a couple of years
and on a few of those occasions, on sleep-overs, she's 69'd Judy after
Wayne had fucked her.  She'd hoped that getting some sponk inside her might
help her tits grow.  She also wondered why she had hair down there and Judy
didn't.  There were so many things she didn't understand.

   Her eyes drifted down from the TV set to George's crotch.  It looked
like he had a banana in his pants.  Was it because of her?  She felt her
crotch wet at the thought that her new dad (and she hoped he would be her
dad) was getting turned on by her.  Stupid she thought to herself, what on
earth could she have that would turn such a man on.  Her tits were
miniscule, nothing to be proud of, her nipples were like walnuts but her
chest was still pretty much flat.  He did seem to like her, dare she allow
herself to think that he found her pretty or even pretty and sexy.

   Just then George stroked her hair and leaning forward he kissed her
forehead.  She looked up into his deep blue eyes.  He smiled at her. 
"You're so pretty, I'll bet all the boys at school are chasing you," he
told her.  She blushed.  "I'm not pretty," she said hoping he would tell
her she was.  "You are beautiful, if I was 13 I'd be begging you for a
date!" he told her.  This was music to her ears.  All she'd had from boys
was offers to shag her.  No, compliments, no fore-play, like they were
doing her some kind of favour.  She snuggled into his chest, her eyes once
again drawn to the banana in his pants.  "Have you ever kissed a boy?" he
asked her.  "Not properly," she replied.  "Maybe I should give you kissing
lessons, just in case a nice boy asks you," George told her.  Jemma's legs
squoze together uncontrollably as the tingles of electricity danced in her
pussy at the prospect of kissing him.  She could feel her crotch was now
soaking wet.

   George sniffed the air, "What can I smell?" he thought.  "Was that the
smell of girl juice pervading the air?" he wondered.  He sniffed again, his
dick jerked as the molecules of girl juice filled his nostrils.

   Jemma saw his dick throb.  She raised her face to look up at him. 
Putting a finger under her chin George lowered his lips to hers.  Encasing
her lips with his he kissed her passionately.  Jemma's head swam, she was
dizzy with the feelings in her body.  George teased at her lips with his
tongue.  Jemma had heard of Frenching but she'd never done it.  She allowed
her lips to part, inviting his tongue inside.  She felt the tip of his
tongue touch hers.  His strong arms held her.  She felt so secure in his
arms.  She wanted it to last forever but was becoming increasingly
uncomfortable at the potential embarrassment of the juice running from her
pussy to form a wet patch in her dress.  George's dick was also pumping out
pre-cum and a wet patch was now clearly visible in the front of his pants.
George broke of the kiss and smiling broadly looked into her eyes.  She
looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.  "That was so lovely
sweetheart.  Did you like it too?" he asked.  Jemma could only nod her
head. Increasingly concerned about her leaking pussy, "I have to go to the
toilet," she said.  Pushing herself up off his lap she inadvertently put
her hand on the banana in his pants.  She immediately realised her mistake
and pulled away.  Blushing with embarrassment, "Sorry," she said.  Looking
back at the injured area she noticed the wet patch in his pants.

   Jemma quickly skipped off to the bathroom.  Her brain was racing, she
didn't know about pre-cum.  He'd either peed his pant or he'd cum in his
pants.  Logic told her that It must have been cum.  She was ecstatic yet
frightened.  Thrilled and proud of herself at the thought that she had that
effect on him and frightened at the thought that she had that effect on
him. She ran the bath whilst searching the bathroom cabinet for something
dick shaped.  She really needed something inside her.  She needed to feel
full.  The best she could find was the deodorant bottle.  Sitting on the
toilet seat she raised her knees bringing her feet onto the seat and
splaying her knees she brought the round dome of the deodorant bottle to
the entrance of her sopping wet hole.  Slowly she pushed it in.  The relief
was enormous.  It was the itch of all itches and it needed scratching.  The
deodorant bottle stretched her hole and that's what she needed, that
feeling of being stretched.  She pushed it deeper hoping she could get
relief feeling it push at her cervix but it wasn't long enough.  She
imagined the feeling of George's dick inside her, filling and stretching
her hole.  Feeling the heat inside her, imagining his balls slapping at the
arse as he pumped his meat deep inside her.  Imagining him pump his hot
salty seed inside her.  She blacked out as orgasm wracked her maturing
frame.  Her eyes twitched as she regained her senses.  She looked down at
the scene of the crime.  The edge of the deodorant bottle obscenely
protruding from her abused hole.  Carefully she pulled it out.  A glob of
goo trickled from her hole splashing onto the toilet seat.  She shook her
head.  What would she do?  How would this end?  Was she going to lose
another dad?  Had she done it again?  Her mom wouldn't forgive her a second
time.  She climbed into the bath to reflect upon the situation.

   George was also reflecting on what had happened.  He imagined what it
would feel like to push the purple head of his throbbing meat past her
entrance and on deep into her hole.  How tight would she be?  How wet?  How
would she cum; would she be a screamer?  He stroked his dick as he
postulated the possibilities.  He had to go slowly, he didn't want to
frighten her.  Releasing his meat from the confines of his pants he pumped
at the shaft as he imagined her tiny frame.  He didn't want to waste his
seed.  He wanted it inside her body but he knew that if he didn't get it
out of his body now it would drive him to do things he might regret when
she returned.  It didn't take long before his balls ejected their contents
high into the air.  The sticky load fell back onto his pants.  He opened
his eyes as his orgasm subsided to see the death throws of his orgasm eject
the remains of his nut sack dribbling out of the end of his dick and over
his fist.  Not wanting Jemma to find him in this mess he quickly made his
way to the bedroom to change into his night robe.  Resuming his place on
the sofa he was happy that things hadn't gone too far and that if she did
tell Fiona what had happened, he'd only kissed her.

   Jemma had decided that the only thing she could do was to avoid physical
contact with him.  Yes she was attracted to him; yes she was flattered by
his attention; yes she wanted the sexual relief he could give her but she
was frightened, frightened at where it all might end and the prospects of
losing him.  She changed into her night dress ready for bed.  Popping her
head around the lounge door, "Good night," she shouted.

   George was shocked at this abrupt departure, had he upset her?  "You OK
sweetie?" she asked as he stood up in surprise.  "Yes, I'm fine," Jemma
replied.  George wanted reassurance that she wasn't upset.  Walking over to
her he took her hand.  Looking into her eyes, "Are we still friends?" he
asked.  Jemma blushed, "Of course we are," she replied.  "Did I upset you
by kissing you?" he asked.  "No, no it was nice," she replied emphatically
worried that he might not kiss her again.  "Good!  I wouldn't ever want to
upset such a pretty girl," George said pressing the flattery button.  "OK
let's tuck you in," he said leading her to her room.

   Pushing the teddy bears and other stuffed toys to one side Jemma climbed
into bed pulling the sheets up tucked under her chin.  George knelt besides
the bed to bring himself level with her to deliver a good night kiss. 
Stroking her soft peach coloured cheek he smiled at her before leaning
forward to kiss her lips.  Not knowing what was correct or appropriate
Jemma allowed her lips to part.  George sensed her lips parting and allowed
his tongue to slide forward tracing her lips.  Without parting from her
lips George slid alongside her on the bed.  Laying next to her, separated
by the sheets, he nibbled at her lips, staring into her eyes, smiling
reassuringly.  "I love you so much baby, you're so sweet.  I wish I was
13," he said to her.  Jemma smiled, she was frightened but she loved the
attention and flattery.  "It's cold out here can we snuggle to get warm?"
she asked.  Not sure what he was asking, Jemma nodded her head.  George
slid beneath the sheets before Jemma had to think.  His dick now recovered
as it hardened it pushed its way through his robe and up against her leg.
As he delighted in the soft texture of her skin on his phallus, he hoped
she wouldn't notice.  Of course she had, she could feel it hot on her leg,
she was gripped with fear.  She didn't know what to do.

   George stroked her cheek, "I hope we can be special friends?" he asked.
Tears welled up in Jemma's eyes.  "Baby, what's the matter, why are you
crying?" he asked.  "I don't want you to leave us," she sobbed.  "Why do
you think I would I leave you?" he asked.  "My daddy left because he was my
special friend," she replied.  "I'm sorry baby, I don't understand.  Why
did your daddy leave?" he asked.  "The police came so he ran away," she
replied.  "Why did the police come?" he asked.  "It was all my fault, I
told my friend and she told her mom," she replied.  "What did you tell your
friend?" asked George.  "I told her that me and daddy were touching each
other," she revealed.

   George was a gasp, a gasp and intrigued.  He continued to probe as Jemma
revealed how she and her daddy had engaged on oral sex from her being a
baby and how shortly after the 5th birthday he'd penetrated her.  How much
she loved and missed her daddy and how much guilt she felt because of her
indiscretion telling her friend had caused him to leave.  George's heart
went out to the girl.  Lust turned to sympathy and he pulled his bottom
back removing his dick from the side of her leg.  Stroking her cheek he
kissed her tenderly.  "Sweetheart, I'm not going to leave you, nobody is
going to take me away, you're not a child any more.  You'll be thirteen
soon, a woman.  I want to love and protect you.  I want to help you through
the difficulties all teenagers go through," he told her.  Reassured,
Jemma's sobbing subsided.

   "I know the feelings your going through, baby, it's not easy turning
into a teenager.  Nature's pumping hormones into your body causing it to
change shape, preparing you to have children.  And those hormones are also
causing you to feel tingles between your legs which can only be stopped
when you rub them.  When you rub them, your mind thinks about people you
love, maybe you think about when you daddy used to touch you," George told
her.  Jemma was shocked, how did he know these things.

   "I want you to know that's OK sweetie, everybody feels these things, and
it's important for you not to be ashamed of your feelings.  And it's
important that you get relief by touching yourself and rubbing those
tingles.  It's also important that you think of someone that you love when
you rub yourself," he told her.

   Stroking her face and kissing her cheek tenderly, "I want you to close
your eyes," he told her in a slow, low hypnotic tone, "You're in a warm
safe place, where everybody loves you.  I love you, your daddy loves you.
You made your daddy so happy with your special love and you liked it when
he gave you that special love back.  You can feel the tingles between your
legs in that special place that daddy used to stroke.  Put you hand inside
your panties sweetie and find that special place for your daddy," he
instructed.

   Jemma could almost feel her daddy's tongue between her legs and the
tingles were dancing all around her maturing love hole.  If George hadn't
instructed her to put a finger on them she'd have been compelled to do it
any how.  As her finger slid across her clit into her snatch, the relief
was immediate.  "That's a good girl shove your finger deep into your hole
then out and rub those tingles baby," he told her.  He stroked her face and
nibbled at her ear as he immature teenager finger fucked her snatch, little
mews escaping her lips and pleasure wracked her tiny frame.  "Your daddy
would be so proud of you if he could see his little girl's titties starting
to grow," he told her as he traced a finger around her walnut sized
nipples.

   That was too much for Jemma her loins exploded as orgasm hit her like a
sledge hammer.  Girl sponk soaked her hand as wave after orgasmic wave
pumped her pussy muscles.  She was lost in another world, a world in which
she was a puppet to hormones.  George delighted in spectacle of the newly
maturing pre-teen body experiencing new feelings.  His own hormones were
also at work pumping pre-cum from his turgid member onto the bed sheets. 
He wanted to feel her orgasm, he wanted to feel it through his dick buried
deep into her little love hole but he knew he would regret it if he
frightened her.  He covered her mouth with his kissing his sweet heart
passionately.  Jemma felt his love through the kiss.  She felt warm,
secure, loved.

   As her orgasm subsided her mind raced to rationalise what had happened.
Her crotch was soaked with girl sponk.  She could smell herself and knew
George could smell the same thing.  She felt blood rush to her cheeks as
she blushed with embarrassment.  She lay frozen, too embarrassed to move.
George took hold of her hand and pulling it from her panties he raised it
to his lips.  Extending his tongue he ran it over her fingers tasting the
sticky goo.  Molecules of little girl juice danced up his nose delighting
his senses.  He ran her fingers over his lips before licking the juice from
his lips.  Finally he put all her fingers into his mouth and ate hungrily
from them.  Jemma smiled as she watched him.  He did love her.  He loved
her so much he'd eat the smelly sticky goo that came from between her legs.
Her daddy did that for her and she did the same for him.  She wanted George
to be her new daddy.  She wanted to share special love with him.

   The couple lay there smiling at each other.  "I love you so much
sweetheart, do you love me a little bit?" George asked.  Cupping George's
face in her tiny hands Jemma kissed his lips tenderly.  "I love you lots,"
she replied.  Stroking her cheek, "Good girl, sweet dreams, baby," he told
her as he slid off the bed leaving her before he did something he'd regret.

   Jemma lay there, a smile on her lips, a warm glow of comfort radiating
from her.  As she turned over her hand came upon a wet spot where George
had been laying in her bed.  She probed it with her finger tips, it was
slippery.  Raising her fingers to her nose she sniffed at the slippy fluid.
Was it , could it be?  She tested it with the tips of her tongue.  She
recognised the same creamy, salty taste that she experienced after Wayne
had done Judy.  George had cum in her bed.  That was twice, she'd made him
cum.  She smiled as she allowed herself to believe that she could have such
and effect on such a strong man.  She pushed feelings of fear and
trepidation to the back of her mind allowing herself to believe he loved
her that much and enjoy herself thinking about how they could love each
other.  Mr.  Sandman soon came taking her to a land of princes and
princesses.

   George wrapped himself around a stiff scotch as he replayed events in
his head.  The smell of her juice still lingered on his fingers.  He
stroked his still rigid dick slowly having decided he'd hang onto the
contents of his nut sack until Fiona came home.  Fiona was hardly through
the door before George had her undressed and fucked rigid.  She was a
little surprised but wasn't complaining.  Like Jemma, she also liked to
believe that she was desired by men, strong men.  Unlike Jemma, she liked
to be taken.  She'd always fantasised about being raped.  She liked her sex
fast, hard and dirty.  When she was little, her dad would spank her bottom
when she was naughty.  He would make her drop her panties and bend over his
knee whilst he spanked her.  Then he would then rub it better.  She
sometimes remembered those occasions when she masturbated.  She'd always
had this feeling that her climax would be accentuated if she get her lover
to slap her arse just as she came.  She'd never had the courage to ask any
of her lovers to do that for her.  She didn't want to frighten them off. 
As they'd ultimately left her any how she'd regretted not asking them and
was waiting for the right moment to ask George.

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