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 This story was written for my wife.  It is an alternative history, her
story of how she came to be her Dadda's cumtoy (a role she is very proud to
fulfill for me today).

   When we met my wife had never found anyone to Love her the way she
needed to be Loved nor found anyone to use her the way she needed to be
used.  Most if not all of the things described in this story actually
happened.

   But it was not her "Dadda" but maternal Grandfather that taught her,
made her into what she now accepts herself to be.  he used her from infancy
until well into her teens (though at times since, the addiction to being a
cumbaby drove her back into his bed)

   So in marrying Michelle, I became her husband, her partner, her friend
and her Dadda.  She is my baby now in every sense of the word.  The
pleasures we have shared, the ways I have enjoyed using her, showing her
off to .................appreciateive groups, has imprinted her with
memories of being trained as Dadda's fucktot.  In a euphoric haze I now
remind her, relive with her the carnal acts that made her into a cum
addicted childwhore and subtely, over time she has come to substitute these
memories for the real ones that lay buried for so long.

   I have made a vocal recording of this story, complete with sound
effects, a full production worthy of the BBC *S*.  After inducing a state
of deep relaxation (using a "mickey finn" or drugged draught, not unlike
those used to make her compliant and amnesic when she was a child)I
sometimes play this for her through headphones while she lays naked,
blindfolded and I touch, manipulate, rub and fuck her body to simulate the
actions as they occur in the story.  Her visceral response to this
reprogramming is quite breathtaking.

   So now, for your enjoyment ............and comment, is the
retospectively rewritten history of "A girl and her Dadda"

   Comments are welcome at daddastories@excite.com

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   A girl and her Dadda (MMM/g, g/dog, inc, preg, ped )

   Perhaps it was my wife who kept me in check until she died, or perhaps
the unprecedented access to my daughter at an age when she had no faculty,
no vocabulary to question the `rightness' of what Dadda was doing with her
triggered some latent urges, but I guess I'll never know?

   I had never imagined myself a `childlover' and had not been aroused by
the thought of sexual activity with children per se.  However, from my
earliest memories there were times when my curiosity was piqued and I had
opportunistically explored the sexual responsiveness of children.

   For example, I could recall being left in the bath when I was no more
than 8, with a girl of 4 or 5.  Her mother had told us she was just going
downstairs to see Mrs Johannes in No.  14 and would be back within half an
hour.  It seemed perfectly reasonable then and we both looked forward to it
(in hindsight, it seems incredibly negligent to leave such children in a
bath unsupervised, though not for the reasons I will now set out.)

   Tracey (I can still recall her name after so many years) would ask if I
we could play "Bubbles", to which I would enthusiastically agree.  Bubbles
was actually two games, one I played on her and one she played on me. 
First was her turn and she would hunker down in the bath and I would blow
bubbles into her tiny vagina.  I can still remember her shrill giggles as
the water burbled over her vulva, can still feel the tight upward arch of
her babybutt as I held her groin level with the water and bent my face over
her.  As I bubbled and blew, sucked and slurped, Tracey would press her
cunnie hard against my face, positioning herself so that my chin would
press against her vulva and my mouth was clamped over her clitty.  I can
still feel the clenching and unclenching of her buttocks as she rubbed
herself off on my mouth and her sweet child taste became pungent with
arousal.

   Then it was my turn.  What had started as her cupping my soft penis in
the water and chasing it around her palm with blasts of bubbles had
gradually became a rudimentary (but deliciously effective) form of felatio.
Through encouragement and coaching, I had taught Tracey to instead take my
boy penis straight into her mouth and gently suck at the knob of it.  Once
she'd mastered this, it was merely a matter of holding her little head and
either coaxing her lips up and down the shaft or (when she gained
confidence) holding her head still while I kneeled up and fucked her pretty
face.

   My experimentations with Tracey continued till she reached puberty and
she began to attract the attentions of other boys.  Once her by then
considerable talent and skill was recognized, she became a very sought
after date and by my sixteenth birthday I had lost contact with her
altogether.

   My own sexual history after that was quite conventional and I dismissed
my earlier appetites with the notion that we were both kids and after all,
kids will always experiment sexually given half a chance, it's in our genes
to do so.

   But I never forgot the indescribably sweet taste of a pre-pubescent girl
cunnie, a taste that was to come back and haunt me later in my life.

   I do remember the early years after my darling wife and I were married
were happy, and I was entirely sexually satisfied.  I never entertained the
idea of infidelity (and obviously there were opportunities) and would have
told anyone that I had a great love life.

   But after the birth of our daughter feelings began to re-emerge that
were not entirely fatherly.  When michelle was on my lap, or when I bathed
her, I lingered over how smooth her skin was, how innocent she was, and how
I wanted to hug her and kiss her.

   Oh, it was all innocent then, even as a baby I enjoyed changing her and
even though I told myself it was all part of my "S.N.A.G" persona, a
partner in parenting and all that, it began to dawn on me that it was the
intimacy with michelle I craved, the chance to have her unwrapped and on
display, the chance to see her and remember, and imagine.

   When cleaning her up on the change table, I would clean her little
bottom (always being careful to wipe from front to back like the childcare
nurse had shown us) and then lavished her tender groin with Johnson's baby
lotion, gently massaging it into ever nook and cranny.  I got enormous
satisfaction from seeing her little legs kick excitedly when I began to
take a nappy off and I told myself it was because she liked what her Dadda
was doing and couldn't wait for him to do tickle/playing while he was
changing her.

   Sometimes, when minding her after my wife went back to work, I would lay
her on our bed and do baby massage like the trendy books all said to ("help
you child get in touch with their own tactile potential, babys and children
respond to massage exactly like adults, don't deprive them or yourself of
this valuable bonding experience" *S*).  Michelle would lay and kick her
legs contentedly and would start this sweet high pitched sighing as my
fingers traced an ever expanding circle, centered on her belly button in
ever widening arcs.  As my fingers brushed her tiny mosquito bite nipples
she would stop kicking for a moment and I found that if I made small
circles around and around her baby nipples that she would lay there
perfectly still almost indefinitely.

   Curiosity led me to later experiment with the effect of lingering touch
in her fragile little vulva and I eventually learned that she would gladly
let me hold her little feet high in the air and gurgle contentedly, so long
as my fingers traced lazy circles over her labia, clitty and occasionally
tickled her puckered little anus.  Another favorite "Dadda daughter time"
was in the bath.  It seemed that this most often happened when my wife was
at work.  In the summer (no A/C in those days!) we would spend hours in the
bath, playing in an attempt to keep cool.

   Even as a toddler I can still remember laying her back against my chest
as I slipped down lower into the bath.  michelle would lay her head back
against my chest as I purposely let her body slide down my lathered body,
till her bottom crack was resting against my swelling cock.

   All it would take was some of those splashing kicks, her chubby little
tot thighs rubbing up and down on either side of my thickening shaft and I
would want to cum.  Again, I told myself, she's a baby she won't remember
any of this, its just a game to her and a fun one at that.  And time and
again, I would hold her there, lathering her body with a low irritant
bathwash and letting her slip and slide all over my belly, all over my by
now rampant erection.  michelle, while totally clueless about my reasons
for enjoying those games so much, did learn (however imperceptibly) that
holding her Dadda's (and later any man's) cock was a sure fire way to get
and keep his intention.

   One day, when she was barely two, she just reached out and took my cock
in her tiny hand and started giggling.  I was rock hard in an instant and I
could do nothing but watch as she hefted it, squeezed it, then ultimately
rubbed it, until it exploded in her hands.  I did my best to maintain the
mask of indifference (.....no, no nothing to see here, just a 2 year old
masturbating her Dadda...) and not draw her attention to the fact that
there were now ropes of cum hanging off the tip of my penis, some of which
were adhering to michelle hands, hips and thighs.

   Even my wife commented with approval on how close michelle and I were.
We were so close, but as I was later to learn, I had no idea then, just how
important this little girl was going to become to me.

   At 3 years of age, it was too soon for michelle to lose her mother, and
too soon for me to lose a wife.

   A drunk driver took away my wife, my pride, and even for a time my will
to live.  If I didn't have michelle, I wouldn't be here to write this.  She
became my whole world.  I didn't work for nearly three years and we spent
all our free time together, reading, playing, eating and sleeping.  I
suppose it was at this time of continuous and unprecedented access to my
babygirl that my love began to grow, expand in definition, that she began
to be more than someone I looked after, someone who's needs I met.  With my
wife gone and having no interest in other women, other needs began to
assert themselves and ultimately I think this was my undoing.

   michelle was a sound sleeper.  If she fell asleep in the living room, I
could carry her into the bedroom without her even waking up.  Almost as
soon as my wife died, we began to sleep in the same bed.  It was so large,
and so lonely, that I couldn't see anything wrong if she wanted to sleep
with me -- and she did.  Maybe she was afraid I would go away too, but for
whatever reasons, she began getting up out of her cot and toddling into my
bed and crawling in beside me.  Generally this was long after I had entered
a deep sleep and so I barely registered her presence, spooned her to my
belly and we both drifted off contentedly back to sleep.

   Out of modesty, I wore pajamas with her even though I was more
accustomed to sleeping in the altogether.  michelle's gowns were shear and,
if one were speaking of an older woman, "revealing." Of course, michelle
had nothing too reveal, so seeing through her gown meant seeing a flat
chest and straight hips.  At times she would press herself back against me,
as if trying to get as close as humanly possible and we would "snuggle"
which was her name for when I put my arms right round her like some great
bear and she would rock herself back and forth against me, to sleep
comforted in my strong arms.

   Sometimes when she would press her firm buttocks back against my groin,
the rocking would mean that my neglected member would be rubbed and
squeezed between her bottom and my own thighs.  When that happened, it
would sometimes respond, swelling to tumescence, but I would always will
the inappropriate response away, with imagined pictures sure to deflate my
ardour (think geriatric nuns, dead kittens, that sort of thing).

   But try as I might, I could never eradicate the memories that resurfaced
whenever this inadvertent stimulation occurred.  I could not black out the
thoughts of playing bubbles with Tracey as a child, or memories of my own
babychild absently jerking her Dadda's cock in the bath, giving me a much
needed outlet for the building tide of seed that began to grow in my
scrotum.

   One morning, I awoke with a start.  I had been dreaming (I think) and
not only was I cuddling michelle, but my erect penis was sticking out of
the fly of my pajamas and somehow it had nuzzled up between her soft
thighs. In the twilight between sleep and wakefulness, I was humping my
daughter!

   For several minutes, I just lay there, wide awake, trying to make sense
of what was happening.  michelle was still asleep and it was dark.  I
wanted relief so badly that for a moment I contemplated finishing.  In
fact, I had to struggle to avoid cumming.  I slowly pulled my penis from
between her thighs and lay on my back, hard as a rock.

   I watched michelle's slow breathing and was reassured that she was
deeply asleep as I pulled my pajama bottoms down and masturbated and soon
shot a wad of cum onto my abdomen.  Just as the last drops were oozing out,
michelle rolled over and lay her arm across my lower abdomen right in the
middle of the puddle of cum, brushing my still erect cock.

   Before I could react, she pulled her arm back, rolled over onto her
back, and rubbed her eyes and face with a hand that was covered with my
cum. Fortunately, she did not get any cum into her eyes, but her face was
now smeared with my cum.  I waited until her breathing resumed its slow
pace, all the while looking in wonder at my cum all over my little girls
cheeks, lips and eyelids, as the ejaculate slowly dryed to a powdery
residue.

   Well, that about did it for me.  I couldn't stop thinking about that
night over the coming days.  I know that my thinking was worst kind of self
serving justification, but I was thinking that if I got my rocks off, and
she was none the wiser, then no harm done.  I knew that this was the way
that pedophiles since time began had validated their use and abuse of
children AND I didn't care.

   It was true at a pragmatic level, what I did to michelle's sleeping body
that did not disturb her sleep, cause her any physical harm and was not
something she ever became conscious of, wouldn't cause her any harm now or
in the future.  In my hunger I never canvassed the moral minefield that I
was clearly (with hindsight) traversing.  But more significantly I had no
idea of the long term effects I was about to initiate by beginning to
stimulate michelle sexually.

   I was so sure that "what she don't know won't hurt her".  What I now
realise is that from the first, every time I traced a finger over her
bulging little mons, inscribed serpentine spirals zeroing in on her
reddening nipples or blew gently against the glistening membrane of her
hymen I was forging and then reinforcing neural pathways, programming her
with preferences and predilections, training and grooming her to become the
eager and malleable sexgirl that she ultimately became.  Her Dadda was
making a fucktoy out of michelle and didn't even know it.

   If I knew what I know now, would I have done any different?  I guess
I'll never have to answer that question, but I know with rock solid
certainty that I could not love, want or need my babygirl more today. 
Within a week of that first tentative night my desire had coalesced into
action.  The thoughts of how naughty and wicked my little girl had looked
with her Dadda's cum on her face meant that no sooner had she gone to sleep
than I had a raging hard-on!.  As she settled in I should have turned my
back, rolled over in the opposite direction from my daughter or, at a
minimum, I should have at least rolled over onto my back.  I did neither, I
remained on my side with my by now wobbling erection brushing against
michelle.  michelle lay on her back beside me.  Even though it was
completely innocent on her part, her bare thigh was next to me and my
aroused cock was actually pushing against her, although I'm sure that she
did not have any idea.  I knew I should have turned away but, feeling the
heat of her young body against me, I couldn't.  As I lay in the
semi-darkness, my mind became very conscious of my body pressing against
the heat of my daughter.  The awareness was forcing my cock to remain in
its stiff state.  I didn't want to pull away!  Tying not to alert michelle
to what I was doing I inched my hips towards her as much as possible.  My
cock was actually twitching within my boxer shorts, pressed as it was
against her hot leg yet apparently she wasn't aware.  Still my cock was
hard.  I had never ever, even in my wildest dreams, given any thought of
actually having sex with my daughter, but now I found that my aroused cock
seemed to be without any conscience.  I just wanted to cum.  By this time,
I was so far gone that I had to get some relief.  My thoughts were
scrambled.  I couldn't get control over my sexual feelings.  Almost
instinctively, I moved my hips.  After first pressing my body tightly
against my daughter's thigh, I suddenly relaxed and then, ever so gently I
pulled back, slightly away from her.  My inflamed cock was throbbing. 
Throwing caution to the wind, I again moved letting my throbbing cock press
into the child's thigh.  After a few seconds of tortuous pleasure, I again
moved back slightly.  Thus began a steady gentle rhythm, away from and into
michelle's thigh.  My pressure within my cock was building; I knew that
this pushing no matter how gentle, was going to culminate in my shooting my
load in my boxer shorts unless I stopped it now.  My mind was now a mumbo
jumbo of hotness.  I had stopped thinking logically.  I nervously moved my
hand down to my shorts, releasing my throbbing prick through the slit, and
bringing it out into the open.  At this point, I was totally aroused.  I
pushed against her thigh again.  I had to suppress a moan.  I held my
breath from the excitement as my raw cock touched the flesh of my
daughter's hot thigh, just below her short pajama pants.  Suddenly I wanted
to do more.  God forgive me but I wanted to touch her tiny immature breast,
while I quietly and gently fucked her leg.  I moved my hand in two stages;
the second after my daughter did not react to the first: First, my arm went
over her little body and under her tiny breastbuds while my hand rested
down her other side, touching the mattress.  michelle did not move and was
obviously in a contented sleep.  I gently pulled my hand back up over my
baby's body and while I continued to gently fuck against her leg, my
fingers nervously rested down over her pajamas at the chest.  Soon my open
hand, on top of the pajamas, was actually resting on michelle's budding
tit. My cock was twitching wildly as I pushed its flesh against her thigh.
I felt the end nearing.  I began squeezing so softly on my young daughter's
grape-sized tit.  My mind was exploding with invisible blasts of light.  I
could feel the warmth of her minute breast within my hand.  Then my cock
began shooting - squirt after squirt - and I pressed my cock tightly
against michelle's leg as I was erupting.  I suddenly felt her hand move on
top of mine as I was squeezing her tit.  It rested on mine.  She wasn't
making any attempt to struggle away.  She was probably still asleep I
thought.  Then I finally finished releasing the last of my juices on her
leg.  I lay there trembling, every nerve in my body sparking, firing.  Yet
at the same time I felt a peace that I had not felt in all the long months
since my wife died.  As I dabbed at the cum on my daughter's plump little
thighs with my now discarded boxers, I smiled in the dull glow at her
angelic face, her undisturbed innocent countenance.  michelle was sleeping
like a baby.  Dadda's baby.  One night a few months later, at about three
in the morning, I awoke with michelle laying on her side with her back
against my stomach and my engorged erection pressing through my boxers
against the small of her back.  I eased my penis over the waistband of my
shorts, pressed it against the crease of her soft thighs and deliberately
inserted my erect phallus between her soft smooth legs.  She didn't even
stir as I gently slid my cock with infinite care but gradually increasing
vigor until I finally came, dripping in between her thighs.  I made a mess
of her gown, so I slipped it off of her, hoping she wouldn't get upset at
waking with only her silk panties still on.  She slept soundly through the
entire episode.

   "Dadda, where's top?" she asked when she finally awoke.

   "Um, you sort of dribbled on it darling, so I took it off.  I thought
you might sleep better that way.  Did you sleep ok?" I asked hoping she
would buy the story.

   She stretched her arms above her head and said, "Yep!  sowwy I mess my
top Dadda."

   I looked at her long blond hair and her arms above her head, her chest
bare and smooth, and I couldn't help but put my arm around her and kiss her
on the cheek.  "It's ok darling.  Nothing to worry about, Dadda doesn't
mind."

   Nudity was not a novelty.  We -- my wife and I -- had never hidden our
bodies from michelle.  Even now I always bathed michelle and dried her off,
so it was no surprise when she ran from the bathroom into the bedroom and
jumped in the bed naked the next night.

   "Aren't you going to put on your gown?" I asked.

   "It dirty," she replied.

   "Only the top.  Do you want your bottoms?"

   "Nope," she replied.

   Her innocent reply made me realise that she was completely ignorant of
what had been transpiring, completely clueless about how I was using her
delicious little body.  I was using her as a sex toy, a cumbaby and she as
none the wiser.  In that moment I was emboldened and knew that I had to
take this further, had to find a way to have her soft yielding body for my
own.

   Over the coming year I became obsessed with the secret taboo pleasure of
using my precious little girl as my cumtot, employing her tender thighs as
a surrogate cunny, gently simulating the pillaging of her virgin hole with
the silky pressure of her pressed thighs replicating the unimaginable
pleasure of fucking her child vagina.

   I thought of how sweet it would be to stimulate her bald vulva, tickle
her tiny clitnub until her tunnel was lubricated and ready to take my
ravenous cock.  That gave me an idea and that very night I took some
sorbolene cream, the type that soaks into the skin so as not to leave a
residue and used it to make my make-believe cunny more realistic.

   As michelle lay on her back, I gently parted her thighs until I could
look into the crease between her buttocks and see her girl slit open before
me.  Then I gently massaged the cream over her 4 years olds vulva, letting
my fingers linger over the sensitive red inner lips and pressing them to
tickle the thin membrane of her maidenhead, before slopping copious amounts
between her thighs.  Then I turned her over onto her side and once again
insinuated my penis into the little cleft formed by the conjunction of her
legs, thighs and bottom cheeks.

   The cock drove into the mucous channel, the head splaying her inner lips
so that the upper surface of the shaft raked her orifice and rubbed her
clitty, coming to rest against her puffy mons.  Taking her narrow hips in
each hand, I begain to fuck the lubricated channel, thrusting and rutting
until I again exploded between her legs, showering the fronts of her thighs
with my warm spunk.

   I rolled my blissfully sleeping babe onto her back and scooped dollops
of my jism with my fingers and used it to paint her little titties, making
creamy loops around each nipple.  The last scoop, I cupped into my palm and
dipped a finger in and used it to anoint her ruby lips, making my darling's
lips glisten in the candle light that I used to illuminate my abuse of her
innocence.

   I knew that I had gone past the point of no return this time, I knew
with a certainty that my need for her would never subside, only escalate to
an inescapable conclusion.

   A year Later

   My desire for my infant daughter became the central truth of my life. 
The urge to fulfill my lust inside her petite body was constantly with me
and I spent my days in a haze of lust, always thinking of new and exciting
ways to enjoy her, without breaking the bond of trust that was her only
security, her only consolation.

   I never did anything that woke her, yet I found the need for stealth and
restraint infuriating, I longed to be able to enjoy her more lustily, more
vigorously.  Ultimately I knew that I wanted impale my babygirl on my
cockmeat, that I would never be satisfied until I raped her tiny tight
childhole.

   I realised of course that her tiny internal organs were not yet
developed to the point where I could safely sate my lust in her, I knew
that my penis would rend her little vagina asunder.  I knew that if I gave
my cunnielust its head, it would damage her irretrievably and that was
something that my love for her would never allow.

   Never the less, when I humped her little farrow, slid my cock through
the tube of her squished thighs and bald labia, it took every ounce of self
control to hold myself from driving my hungry cockhead home into her belly
till my testicles hilted themselves on her tight little arse.

   I had to find a way to allow my to satisfy my lust more fully, to be
able to enjoy her more completely, to fuck her cunnie cleft harder, without
waking her.......but how?

   I was reading a newspaper report of the latest spate of teenagers at
"schoolies' week, falling victim to drink spiking, waking up in a bedroom
at a party, in a park or on a beach, their panties, skirt or jeans missing
and their vaginas covered in cum, completely clueless as to how they got
there, when the answer came to me.

   I made michelle a special nighttime treat, a drink "to help her sleep
better".  I made up a mickey-fin for her from warm milk with a tot of rum,
a little vanilla and a dash of cinnamon and the final touch, one ground
down Stilnox sleeping tablet, vile to the taste but completely camouflaged
by the potent mix!

   As we sat watching TV together, I eyed her hungrily as she sipped at the
narcotic draught, looking for signs that it was taking effect.  As the pace
of her imbibing (and conversation) slowed, I encouraged her ("That's right
dear, drink it all up for Dadda.......  You'll sleep like a baby
tonight"*S*) and made sure to swirl the last dregs of the mixture and pour
it into her mouth so that she would be effectively drugged.

   Laying her sweet head back against my chest, she sunk into me as her
body slowly slumped like a rag doll, She propped in my lap, trying to stay
awake, but all the while I could feel the heat of her cunny through the
sheer material of her pants as her little bottom pushed against my groin.

   When she no longer responded to my voice, I began to tap her hand, then
squeeze her arm and finally shake her quite vigorously, but she was
completely unresponsive.  Her breathing was slow, deep and regular and I
realised that she was heavily sedated and would not wake under any
circumstances, for many, many hours.

   I picked her limp little body up and carried her up to my bed, her head
and legs falling akimbo over my arms and placed her gently on the sheets,
arms and legs splayed in a pose of comatose indifference.  I lifted her
little nightdress up and over her head and pulled down her panties to
reveal the puffy swell of her cunny, the smooth contours of her belly and
two pert pink nipples.  I then arranged her petite form into a lewd but
pleasing pose, arms up over her head so that her chest was exposed, her
nipples laid bare for the sucking and her ankles pulled wide apart, knees
bent so that my broad hips could lay between her thighs.

   For the third night in a row, I held her body, now completely naked,
against my now bare skin.  If the sexual urges were strong before, they
were unavoidable now.  I slipped my stiff cock up between the folds of her
labia, guided by the contours of her prepubescent vulva as her cunnie lips
rubbed against my cock.  Oh, the exquisite sensation!  Even though there
was no penetration, I felt like I was really fucking her.  I rubbed the
erect shaft of my cock between her downy folds as I watched her lifeless
body pushed back and forwards upon the bed.  I used her little hole like a
little fuck channel, my penis parting and rubbing up and down the groove of
her vulva, but resisted the excruciating urge to plunge it deep into her
cum tunnel.

   I rubbed faster and furiously until bucking my hips and forcing her head
up against the pillow, I came drenching her 5 year old hole, and then I
held her like that for several minutes until my erection returned, and then
I did it again.  I was insatiable!

   I enjoyed my comatose cumbaby like that relentlessly, every night for
the next 6 months.  Then one night after I had once again drugged my cum
tot with the special Mickey-fin that she seemed to like so much, something
happened that again escalated the never ending spiral of debauchery and
incest with my daughter.  After she feel asleep on my lap and was fast
asleep, I carried her into the bedroom and undressed her.  She was dead to
the world, so I took a few liberties.  I spread her legs and looked closely
at her hairless vaginalips; parting them gently with my fingers I watched
her face for any signs of arousal as I moved my face close to her cunnie,
sniffed at her sweet girls scent, toungued her creased little anus and
licked between the soft smooth lips.

   Then I lifted her legs and held them up while I put my cock between her
thighs and I started to move back and forth.  The lubrication of my saliva
made the feeling like fucking a moist vagina and I soon needed to cum. 
Rather than splattering her body with cum, I decided to cum into her
vagina. That is, I wanted the cum to go into the cunnie hole.  I placed the
head of my cock at the opening of her vagina, and her cunnie lips separated
to almost enclose the head entirely.  I let her legs fall apart gently and
began to stroke my cock.  Soon, I began to squirt, and squirt, and squirt,
all into her tiny hole.  Towards the end of my orgasm, her babycunnie was
so full of cum that some of it seeped past the plug of my bulbous cockhead
and overflowed to dribble onto the top of my shaft.  When I pulled my cock
away, my semen poured out of her childvagina in a rivulet that ran between
her butt cheeks and onto the bed.  I left her like that, oozing still more
cum.  I rolled over holding her close and fell into a deep sleep entwined
like that with my cum baby.

   When I came to, michelle was awake!  She appeared sleepy, but had a
quizzical expression on her face.

   "What's this stuff?" she asked.  I looked closer and I saw her with her
hand covered with slimy cum that she had pulled from between her legs.

   I started to wipe her hand with a towel as I explained, "You had sort of
an accident.  It happens to girls sometimes when they are asleep." I moved
the towel to her lower abdomen and between her legs as I continued to wipe
my semen from her cunnie and the bed.  My precious little michelle began to
cry.  "I'm sorry, Dadda.  I didn't...mean...to..." she sobbed.

   "Oh, honey!  It's ok!  I promise!  It's all perfectly natural, and it
doesn't bother me at all," I said as reassuringly as possible and cradled
her head against my bare chest.

   "Oh no, Dadda, I even got some on you!"

   I followed her eyes and they were aimed directly at my cum covered cock.
"Shit!" I thought.  "How stupid can I be?" I wiped myself off and said,
"Don't worry honey.  It's perfectly harmless and I don't mind a bit.  Now
let's go to sleep."

   I kissed the tears from her eyes and wiped the moisture with the towel
(until I remembered what the towel had been used for) and then using a
handkerchief.  I turned out the lights and got into bed.  I noticed that
michelle was sleeping further away than she ever had and I began to be
concerned that I had blown my cover.

   "Is something wrong, honey?" I asked, hoping to literally keep her in
the dark.

   "I made a mess.  I'm afraid it might happen again," she replied.  I
could tell she was telling the truth, so I moved closer to her.

   "Honey, it's ok.  To tell you the truth, it makes me happy.  My little
girl is growing up, that's all it means.  Now give Dadda a hug and let's go
to sleep.

   One year later

   My nocturnal abuse of my girlchild continued unabated.  I experimented
with different drugs (rohypnol, mogadon and valium) and drinks (kahlua and
baileys milkshakes!) until I could bring on a state of semi paralysis,
where my little fuckdoll was physically immobilised, unconscious but
slightly responsive and best of all she woke up with absolutely no memory
of the antics of the night before.  I found that some of the more
sophisticated narcotics could leave her almost conscious, able to moan,
gurgle and make little cooing sounds, even giggling on the odd occasion,
all of which only served to ignite my incendiary lust for my darling
daughter.

   One night quite late, as I lay with her next to me, I yielded to the
temptation to use her little hole for cum-rubbing once more.  My erect cock
began to press relentlessly against her buttocks until I pushed it between
her thighs.  I lay like that for a moment, but then the urge to hump
overwhelmed me and I slowly moved back and forth, sliding in and out of the
wet tunnel formed by her vulva, the excretions of her vagina and the firm
pressure of her plump little thighs.

   Then, I noticed the most remarkable thing.  I felt the unmistakable
movement of her body against my thrusts.  She was humping my cock!  I
thought maybe she was dreaming, or moving reflexively, so I slowed up a
bit, but her thrusts matched mine perfectly.  Then, with my cock sticking
between her legs and poking out the other side, I felt her hand close
around the shaft of my cock.  She was holding the cock meat up hard against
her vulva and begin to slide back and forth on it and in the process she
was jacking me off.

   She didn't say a word, but when I stopped moving, her thrusts and
strokes took over.  I raised up slightly and my impression was confirmed.
In the dim light, I could see her hand around my cock and her hips were
moving back and forth rhythmically.  My sweetheart was smiling and making
little mewling noises, luxuriating in the autoerotic stimulation of her
genitals.

   The realisation that she was an active participant in this activity was
a shock.  At the tender age of seven, michelle had become my cum addicted
little childslut, unconsciously responding to the hungers that her
prepubescent body had been taught to crave.  I wrapped my arm around her,
held her close to me, and continued my humping until finally I came in
gushes, covering her hands, thighs and mons with her Dadda's sticky goo.

   I pulled my softening dick out from between her thighs and lay on my
back for a moment as I tried to think.  I felt her turn towards me and
snuggle, so I put my arm around her and drifted off to sleep.

   The realisation that my little girl was responding, needing, hungering
for my cock as badly as I wanted her tiny girlhole plagued me.  I wanted to
make her want me, I wanted to teach her cunny how good it could feel until
she begged me to fuck her.  I was looking in my wife's (former *pout*)
bedside table for a pen one day, when I saw the object that was to enable
the completion of the transformation of my daughter michelle into my
fucktoy.

   It's ironic really that my late wife was indirectly responsible for
making it possible for me to rape her beloved daughter and in so doing,
make michelle my lover forever.  In the corner of the drawer, under nylons
and panties (I could never bring myself to clear out these intimate
memories of her), there was the shiny gold phallic vibrator that I had
brought home as a treat for her from a business trip, and the fresh packet
of AA batteries that she had always kept on hand "just in case".

   That night I increased the dose of the drug (quite recklessly in
hindsight) and waited till she succumbed to sleep.  Then I arranged her on
the bed naked, spread-eagled, and started toying with her sex with the
dildo.  Little by little I eased it around her vulva, up and over her cunny
as her little bottom began to squirm, pushing her labia up to part on the
hard metal shell.

   I ran it down the length of her sex slit and reamed it over her puckered
little anus, then traced the hairless line of her groin up until driving it
once again pressing hard against her clitty.  I repeated this over and
over, as she lolled her head from side to side and her babyjuice flowed
profusely down her thighs and soaked through the sheets, making a wet
circle under her bottom.

   Over the next year I made her sigh, rut and whimper, but denied her the
release she craved.  Each time, I slid the plastic cock against her cum
hole, I pressed it home further, slowly with more force, gradually
stretching the labia and hymen that stood between my swelling balls and her
beckoning empty belly.  I wanted to fuck my daughter so much that it took a
supreme act of will not to rape her tiny fucktube right now, where she lay.


   When my darling fucktoy was drugged she was completely pliant and
compliant and I delighted in arranging her body in any number of wicked
positions and lewd poses.  I also bought some clothing that I found
extremely arousing and would dress her appropriately (in a way most would
describe as most inappropriate *S*).  One of my favorites was a white
babydoll nightdress with lacy suspenders and stockings.

   It was extremely hard to find something to fit her and I ended up having
to have a size 8 altered (telling the seamstress it was for a role in a
youth production of "Bugsy Malone" my daughter was starring in).  Once I
had dressed her up as a child whore (inspired by memories of the movie
"Pretty Baby" that portrayed the prepubescent courtesans of turn of the
century New Orleans) I delighted in making her face up in the precocious
style beloved of lolita aficionados everywhere.  With her silk sheathed
legs splayed and her hairless cunny glistening, my lingerie model daughter
looked a treat with darkened eyelashes, rouged cheeks and even redder lips.

   Another way I used my little cumtot was by making her mouth a cum
recepticle and taking delight in watching her swallow her own Dadda's
semen. I had always remembered how arousing it had been that first time
michelle had inadvertently rested her hand in a great gob of my cum and
then wiped it on her face in her sleep.  Seeing her now unfurled like this,
sleeping and completely vulnerable to me, only increased my desire to see
michelle more overtly lewd and sexual.

   So I took to grabbing my cock from between her legs at the point of
climax, squeezing the head to constrict my urethra, I trapped the viscous
laid of cum under pressure and then released the milky goo in jetting
spurts to arc over her tummy, then breasts and finally her precious,
innocent (painted harlot) face.

   One day when I was doing this, rubbing the circumcised head of my cock
back and forth above michelle's face, she turned and sort of snorted (it
was quite funny *lol*) then her mouth opened and she continued sleeping
undisturbed.  Right at that moment I began to squirt and I didn't have to
think about it, I just pressed the head down between her lips and emptied
the stickly glue like mass into michelle's mouth.

   I watched in amazement as her tongue arose out of the cloudy clag and
began to swirl it round her mouth and I lost it completely when she gulped
it down.  I kissed my baby immediately and tasted the cum, her Dadda's own
cum all over her lips and tongue.  After that I was hooked.  As the dosage
of michelle's mickey fins increased, so did my boldness.  I would eagerly
jerk myself while kneeling over michelle then press my dick into her mouth
when orgasm approached and then hump her mouth by pulling her head up to
meet the marauding meat and fucking her sleeping face till I squirted.

   I resisted my most rapacious urges and persisted stretching her
girlcunnie regularly until, one day shortly after her 8th birthday, with a
satisfying slurp the dildo slid fully into her virgin baby vagina and I
knew she was ready for her Dadda's cock.  I bent down and kissed my
darlings drugged parted lips as I absently twisted the vibrating shaft
sticking out of her hairless vagina obscenely.

   I slowly removed the cone shaped dildo and proceeded to put it into her
mouth and watched her suckle reflexively at it.  I then replaced it at the
opening of her vagina which, despite the recent presence of the dildo,
looked too small to accommodate the enormous device.  I watched in
amazement as her cunny stretched easily to accommodate the dildo in one
stroke, before I started moving it in and out slowly.  The tender skin of
her vulva moved slightly in and out with the movement of the dildo and I
could here a slight sucking sound as the vacuum formed around her airtight
orifice.

   I got onto the bed slowly and lay down on my stomach with my head
between her legs for a better look at this phenomenon.  There was no
bleeding.  Her hairless cunnie-lips were stretched around the dildo like
elastic bands, but the dildo seemed to slide in and out effortlessly.  Her
clitoris was clearly visible at the top and was somewhat engorged, so I
couldn't resist taking it between my lips and giving it a little suck.  I
put my hand on her lower abdomen and I could feel the movement of the dildo
inside her belly.

   I pressed it harder into her hole, pressing the tip of the cocktoy
against the pouting neck of her cervix, threatening to strech open her girl
womb.  In response as if to say "yes Dadda, I am your little cock whore,
cum rape my baby vagina now!" michelle started moving her hips, tilting
them up and down as I inserted and removed the dildo.  The effect was
erotic beyond belief.

   I had seen enough.  I was more than convinced that my phallus could fit
and was desperately anxious to "try it out." I removed the dildo and set it
down at her side leaving her legs spread invitingly and I sat up and tore
my clothes off.

   When I moved over her, her arms were still extended, legs spread, and
the warmth of her skin was like an electric shock.  Unfortunately, she was
only about 4 feet tall, so my cock would not reach her cunnie while my face
was even with hers, even so I gazed at the unmistakable smile behind her
floaty, unfocused closed eyes.  My little girl was enjoying what her Dadda
was doing to her!

   I suspended myself above her and placed the head of my cock at the
entrance to her virginal hole and started to push.  There was a slight pop
as my cock head passed the opening of her 8 year old vagina and then pure
heaven.

   I hadn't had intercourse with a woman since my wife passed away, so I
had almost forgotten the warmth, the smooth friction, the feeling of
enclosure.  I remained motionless for a moment, but I couldn't resist the
urge to move.  I slowly began fucking my daughter, and her movements
reciprocated my own.  I looked down and saw that her head was being pushed
from side to side as my dick fucked in and out of her cunnie.

   After waiting so long, I was finally having my daughter, using her body
for what it was designed for, I was captivated by this gorgeous, glorious
slutbaby that I had made.  I might have enjoyed the raping for longer had
not at that moment a sigh that drew out agonizingly into a moan of lust,
cum forth from her lips.  As a deep and almost guttural groan vibrated
through her prone form, suddenly in her delirium, she mouthed then sounded
out the word that pushed me over the edge.  ".........Daaaaaddaaaa!"

   I looked down at the length of my meat disappearing into her childsex
and not a moment after I started to cum, and cum and cum.  I looked down at
my cock and my semen was oozing out from around my penis with each thrust.
I was cumming into my own daughter.  The idea was erotic, illicit, and I
knew that it would not be the last time.

   2 Years Later It was about 5:10 a.m., when we pulled out of the
driveway, it was still dark outside.  We drove in silence for about five
minutes as we headed up the coast on another business trip.  My life had
slowly returned to something approaching normalcy, as the years past after
my wife's untimely demise.  My career once again began to be something
about which I cared and success meant that michelle and I enjoyed a good
quality of life.  I sometimes had to travel on business and tried wherever
possible to arrange it for times like this when, due to the school being on
holidays I could take michelle along.  It was very important to me that she
knew that she was still number one in my life, still my reason for living.
This trip would take us almost the full length of the East Coast, meeting
clients every few days, but lots of time for sightseeing and time just
being together, a girl and her Dadda.  michelle had grown into a fine young
girl, just completing primary school and at 10 already so statuesque and
poised.  I always took her into my clients offices when I went for
meetings, introduced her to the CEOs that I met.  I could tell from the
soft empathetic looks she drew from their P.A.s and others that many felt
(all being well aware of the tragic circumstances of the loss of her Mum)
sadness and sorrow for michelle.  More than once I was taken aside and told
with great sincerity how proud I should be of her and what a wonderful job
I was doing with her, all on my own.  But I knew better.  I knew that any
specialness about my darling girl was all her own doing, What made her
special shone from within my sweet baby.  Later that evening, we stopped at
the first motel of our roadtrip, glad of the respite from the endless
whiteline of the highway.  michelle stayed in the car while I booked us in,
I then drove to the area where the rooms were, and parked.  I turned off
the motor.  We both got out of the car, which was parked right outside of
the room we were to share.  I took both our overnight bags and carried them
to the door.  I opened it and carried the bags into the room then returned
to find the light switch.  As I turned I saw my daughter closing the door,
by leaning her back against it.  As it clicked shut and darkness enveloped
us, I reached for the light switch but michelle grabbed my hand to stop me.
I heard her fingers fumbling behind her back then the unmistakable sound of
the doors chain lock skidding into place.  "Leave the light off Dadda...I
just want to feel you...okay?" She brought my hand that she had been
holding right up to her chest.  As my fingers encircled her wonderful
breast, I heard her suck in her breath.  My fingers began squeezing gently
on my daughter's exciting tit, and I moved my body into hers.  Her hands
went around my waist and pulled me further into her.  My cock had quickly
reached its full size and I felt it push into the crotch area of her
shorts. I lowered my mouth, searching in the darkness for her hot neck, and
she let out a quiet, "Mmmmmmmmmm," as I sucked at her hot flesh.  When we
had first come into the room, I saw the location of the bed.  Now in the
pitch darkness, sliding my fingers underneath michelle's buttocks and
lifting her feet off the ground, I started walking backwards towards the
bed.  Michelle hung on tight around her dadda's neck and wrapped her nubile
thighs about my waist, all the while my fingers were squeezing at her tit
and my mouth and tongue were playing at her neck.  When we reached the side
of the bed, michelle flung herself back, bringing me down alongside her. 
She had quickly shifted to the middle of the bed and I instinctively
shifted after her.  Then I was pressing my body hard against my little
girl. I felt her shaky hands grabbing at my head and ears, pulling my face
down to hers.  I was not prepared for the wild reception that my eager
mouth and tongue received from michelle's hot and wild hungry mouth.  Hers
opened and began working with a kind of desperation upon mine.  My tongue
eagerly pushed in between my daughter's sucking lips, she was pushing her
whole body hard against mine.  michelle then began the same guttural groans
that I had learned heralded an urgent need for the child to be fucked.  She
was quickly becoming a passionate bundle of sex.  Fervently, my trembling
fingers were opening the buttons on my daughter's blouse, and in a matter
of seconds, I was pushing her bra up and over the now prominent buds of
titflesh.  Soon I was clutching at that flesh and our mouths were frantic
against each other.  I had moved my body in between my daughter's legs and
now she and I were in the exact position for fucking.  She was twisting her
body hotly from side to side under me as her hands held tightly to my head
and her mouth sucked in on my mouth, in an almost desperate manner.  I
began playing with her nipple and this seemed to inflame her further.  Her
moaning was a constant now and her young body couldn't stop its continuous
movements under me, twisting from side to side.  michelle was talking and
blabbering into my mouth, "Dadda ooooo Dadda mmmmmmm..." and her mouth
continued attacking mine.  I could not believe that my still preteen
daughter could be reacting so violently; that she was apparently mentally
in some wild bliss-land.  I moved a hand from one of her breasts and
hurriedly slid it down over her body.  I sought and found the hem of her
skirt and slid my fingers over the tender thighflesh of my cumtot.  I moved
my hand to the top of her panties and then moved it inside.  The feel of
the hot tender flesh of her belly under the palm of my hand caused my prick
to spurt out a drop of precum.  I had never been this hot and wild for sex.
As my fingers gently passed over her clitoris, my daughter gasped and
sucked in a huge mouthful of air from my mouth.  At the same time, her hips
lunged upward in an automatic reaction to the pleasure shooting through her
body.  As I began working my fingers at her still hairless pussy, we were
both completely beyond any real human thinking.  Animal lust had overtaken
both of us.  We were both obsessed with only one thing now.  michelle's
pussy was nude and as soft as when she was born.  As I moved my finger
within her cunnie, I was amazed at the amount of juices within my
daughter's cunny.  Her whole body was a tinderbox of passion.  As I gently
pushed one of my fingers into my daughter's hole, she violently thrust her
hips upward and her hands grasped tighter on my head.  My finger moved in
and out easily through her juices.  Unlike anything that I had ever
experienced, it seemed that all of my fingers and palm were now wet and
sticky.  I moved my other hand down her body and began to lift her skirt
and tug at her panties.  michelle was in a frenzy.  I felt her hands
quickly leave my head and in an instant they were rapidly and desperately
pushing her panties off of her hips, down her legs, and frantically off of
her ankles.  She tore her mouth away from mine and she began speaking in a
rapid pace, "Hurry Dadda...hurry hurry..." Then she was lifting her upper
body in a frenetic effort to tear away her blouse and bra.  The child was
on fire.  I had never seen such wild passion.  I raised myself in a hurry
and jumped up from the bed.  With almost the same frantic frenzied heat, I
quickly stripped myself, and then, totally naked, I climbed back onto the
bed; eager to touch, feel, eat, and fuck the young flesh of my flesh.  We
were two wild animals in heat, desperate to give our souls in lustful
abandonment.  My daughter's flesh was on fire as I touched her nakedness
with mine.  I moved my mouth over the flesh of her right tit, sucking
eagerly on the protruding nipple.  At the same time, I again moved a hand
into the hot wetness of her bald pussy.  "Oooooooooo!" she cooed.  As my
fingers moved over and around my daughter's clit, I heard her suck in a
frantic gasp, and a wild short shriek was released from her throat, which I
quickly cut off by clamping my palm firmly over her mouth.  I wanted to
taste more than her young fleshy tit.  I licked around the underside of her
breast and kissed in little pecks on the flesh.  Her frantic breathing was
causing her swelling chest to expand and deflate at a rapid pace.  Her
hands reached down on the back of my head and, as I began to kiss and
tongue downward on her body, her hands pushed at me with force.  Her young
body must have sensed that she would reach her full satisfaction only when
my mouth moved into her crotch, because her hands seemed to instinctively
guide my head with a sense of urgency.  My finger was now fucking her wet
hole and my tongue and mouth continued moving over the young hot flesh of
her pulsating hot belly.  Her hands were now pushing me, rather than
guiding me.  The child desperately needed fulfillment.  The taste and smell
of her vibrant body was absolutely delicious.  As I twirled my tongue
around her belly button, I felt her stomach quivering beneath my lips.  My
fingers continued rubbing the child's clitoris.  michelle's body was
writhing and her hands were desperately forcing my head lower.  I rolled my
body 180 degrees and was then facing the opposite direction to my daughter.
Soon my eager mouth was at her mound, which was exuding wonderfully awesome
pussy aromas.  I began kissing this wonderful flesh as I moved my fingers
on her cunnie again pushing one of them into my daughter's soaking hole. 
At the same time my throbbing cock was now bobbing obscenely in front of
her face and michelle grasped it tightly in her fist and began to pump it
like a piston.  "Nnnnnnnnnnngggggggg...!" michelle's reaction was
unexpected as her buttocks lifted violently and her hips thrust her hot
pussy fiercely upward to meet my loving assault.  Her hand was actually
hurting my head as she clutched and forced me down all the way between her
spread thighs.  The heat surrounding my face was sauna-like.  The aroma
from the child's pussy was mind boggling for me, something that I had never
experienced before.  "Oooooooohhhhh D aaaadda, Yessssss!" she wailed like
some carnally whirling dervish.  As I worked my mouth and nose into my
daughter's hole, I placed my hands around her body and under her buttocks.
Then I pulled her up as I laid back.  Out of her mind with lust, michelle
eagerly allowed me to move her and she hurriedly moved her exciting body
over me, straddling my body.  I was then lying on my back with my
daughter's thighs at my ears and her young moist twat pushing down at me in
search of relief.  I had my hands on the cheeks of her ass.  I pulled her
hips down and pushed my mouth into her waiting cunnie.  Meanwhile michelle
was tracking the waving cock in front of her face, chasing it with her
tongue and giving it delicious whips of pleasure as the tip found its
target.  michelle released a wild cry of pleasure and I felt her hands
clutching fiercely on my legs.  My hungry mouth opened upon her clit and
took it within my pursing lips as my tongue licked around it.  I had to
hold michelle tightly as her body was instinctively thrashing.  Tremendous
spasms were obviously overtaking her and causing tremors of pleasure to
course through her body.  All I heard were animal-like sounds coming from
my daughter as my mouth worked frantically on her thoroughly moistened
pussy and I felt michelle purposefully driving her wide open mouth down
over my mastlike cock.  She was swallowing it down into her throat, forcing
the head deep into her neck until it stimulated her epiglottis, triggering
both her gag reflex and the huge vaginal convulsions that now wracked her
body.  I was fascinated by the squirting baby cumjuice that then started to
spurt from her hot young body.  As my daughter started to ejaculate over my
face, my face, neck, chest, chin and cheeks were wet from the child's cum
squirt.  As I pushed my tongue into michelle's hole, she suddenly emitted a
wild moan, then temporarily stiffened her whole body, and finally pushed
her vagina down with a vengeance.  Soon, I was holding tightly to the
cheeks of her soft ass so that she wouldn't fall off, as she was fucking
down on my mouth with wild abandon.  As my tongue moved furiously inside
the child I heard her voice babbling in the background, "Ooo aaahhh Dadda,
oh Dadda, da, Dadda, oh oh oh nnnggg nnnggg ahhhhh Dadda ohhh pleeeeease!"
Unable to wait any longer I tore my mouth away and, using all of my
strength, I pushed her off me and onto her back.  Quickly I shifted
positions, moving rapidly upward upon my daughter's hot trembling naked
body, coming to rest within her parted legs.  As I moved up, I was
confronted with a most unbelievable sight, one that I could have only
dreamed until now.  michelle was no longer a rational person.  The look of
sheer lust and utter abandon on my daughter's face was the stuff of
pedophile wet dreams.  Her sex lips were swollen and displayed the rouge of
total lust that had overtaken her body.  They were quivering wildly.  Her
face was contorted and held a look of desperation.  As my cock touched at
the entrance of her pussy I was almost frightened by the wild look in her
eyes as she babbled frantically, "Hurry Dadda, h-hurry hurry oh ooo yeah do
it do it...hurry..." I wanted to be part of the total feeling of
abandonment.  I lowered my head down, pushed my lips down on hers, and was
immediately attacked by her open mouth and frantic tongue.  michelle was on
fire.  As our hands grasped desperately at the back of each other's head my
throbbing prick pushed into her hungry tight wet pussy.  I felt her move
her body up to meet mine and I could swear that I heard a cry of pain in my
mouth as I felt myself push all the way inside her.  The sensation on my
cock slithering into her was exquisite, as I pushed all the way down into
her.  We were now both moaning in each other's mouth.  Slowly I pulled my
cock back and, as the tip was coming close to backing out through the
entrance, michelle's clutch became more frantic.  She was moaning
pleadingly in my mouth as if she was begging me not to pull out.  I plunged
back down into her and amidst the wild sounds coming from her; she wrapped
her legs tightly around me as she bucked back up to meet my thrust.  I was
soon in a rhythm, moving in and out of my daughter's tight pussy, which I
swear was sucking on my throbbing prick.  I was doing all that I could to
stay on her as she thrashed about with wild uncontrolled movements.  Either
michelle had somehow watched a thousand x-rated porno movies and had
practiced everything she had ever seen or she was what could only be
described as a natural nymphomaniac.  Never in my wildest dreams could I
have envisioned such wildness in any girl fucking, let alone my primary
school-age sweetheat.  Her hips were thrashing about under me, going from
side to side, bucking up and down, and to my amazement and excitement
michelle actually began biting at my mouth while she continued to babble.
The pressure in my throbbing prick had reached its explosive point.  I had
one last flash of sanity.  "michelle I gotta oh honey ooo I'm gonna cum
baby.  Oooo I gotta pull out...!" I murmured.  As I tried to pull back,
michelle became like a rabid animal.  The way that she was furiously
clutching and desperately fucking was totally amazing.  She wrapped her
long legs around my hips and locked her ankles behind my buttocks.  "Oh oh
oh oh yeah Dadda oh oh oh..." she babbled on.  "cuumm in meee, fuck my
girlhole, fill me up with your sex Dadda, make babies in my belly,
pleeeeeeeeeease Dadda- aaaaaaaaa rrgh" There was no way to stop myself
anymore.  I began pounding with warp speed into the child's cunnie and she
kept pace with my movements as I began to cum.  "OHHH honey I'm cumming
OHHHHH, Dadda's going to fill up your babyhole, I'm cuming inside your
cunnyyyyyyyyyy!" I cried out.  michelle continued bucking and clutching. 
At the same time she was desperately urging me on, "Cum cum oh cum Dadda
cum in meeeeeee cum!!!" We were both panting furiously hungrily sucking in
air.  "NNNNNNGGGGGG!" My teeth were clenched tight as I was shooting
mind-boggling pleasurable squirts into my daughter.  Squirt after squirt
shot into her hole as her pussy sucked the final drops from me.  It flooded
into her sex and because of the enormous volume being shot into such a
tight tunnel, the walls of her vagina became like a pressure vessel.  It
forced the cumm deep into her cervix and flooded her womb, even forcing
thick wads into her tubes, bathing her baby ovaries in Dadda cum.  I was
finished.  For minutes, I remained resting lightly upon her.  We were both
panting.  Finally, I rolled off her.  We lay side by side and I reached
down and took her hand in mine.  Soon our heavy breathing began to subside.
"I love you sweetheart," I said exhausted.  "I love you too, Dadda," she
responded.  We were together and that was all either of us wanted or
needed. Together, forever, a girl and her Dadda.  A random moment

   I stood straining on my tippie toes, a sure sign that I was rapidly
approaching orgasm as I looked down in love and wonder at my babygirl. 
michelle was kneeling at my feet, rubbing at my penis which was lewdly
lubricated with a water-based gel.

   She had come up to me unbidden (as was her wont*S*) wearing nothing but
the little Care Bears t-shirt that I had brought her at the Regional show a
year before.  michelle invariably went about naked when we were at home
together, making a big show about always being visible, always being
available to Dadda's view, Dadda's touch.  She received enormous
satisfaction from the fact that I could satisfy my lust arbitrarily, on a
whim if that is what I desired and her attire (or lack thereof) was
symbolic of the fact that nothing stood between my desire and her ability
and willingness to satisfy it.

   When she did wear anything, it was always clearly chosen to incite my
hunger, to encourage my use of her body.  A simple singlet or t-shirt like
this was often the most effective because .................  she looked
most of all like what she was, a little girl with her sex parts uncovered
so her Dadda could touch and use them.

   If more than a few hours went by and I didn't respond to so overt an
invitation, michelle would generally initiate sexual touching like she was
doing now.  Sometimes she would simply hop down at my feet and start to
tenderly felate me, other times she was prone to kneeling down in front of
me and, bending over to face away, would start some form of bawdy self
stimulation, moistening her own sexhole until I predictably took advantage
of it.

   His time she had chosen to wank my cock into hardness, using a gooey
slime to make the manual jerk off feel slick and sweet like her tight
little cunnie hole.  I could see she was rocking herself so that her vulva
was grinding onto the heel of her foot perched under her, one of the sure
signs that my baby wanted to cum.  I knew as always it was time to call her
on her little gambit and asked expectantly "Dadda has a big load of cum
building up for you honey, do you want me to squirt it in your mouth or in
your cunnie hole?" What michelle said nextrocked my world in a way that I
never predicted.

   "Neither Dadda, I want you to put it in here" and with that she turned
and bent forward till her face was flat on the white tiles and her face
turned to look back at me.  Her hands reached around behind her and grasped
either side of her dark little anus.  She gathered as much of the white
bottom flesh she could in her long fingers and pulled it hard aside,
stretching her rear entry to a beckoning orifice that looked as tight and
inviolate as her toddler vagina had looked the very first time I had
touched it.

   Michelle used the tips of her fingers to press the gelatinous liquid
into her hole and I realised that the goo covering my cock had been applied
for the same pupose.  This was not on impulse, michelle had planned for my
to take her cherry areshole here and now, had orchestrated it so that no
man on earth could or would resist sating his cock in her belly today.  My
baby wanted to experience anal sex and she wanted it today.  The sexual
curiosity, the premeditation behind this act of lust was blindingly erotic.
I needed to fuck my baby's bottomhole, now!

   I looked at the twinge of fear quelled with lust, listened to her
pleading voice "Just put it straight in Dadda, don't wait, I don't want it
slow, I want you to push it straight in all the way.  I can take you,
honest...".  Suddenly it was clear, I knew what she wanted.  In my
desperate desire not to hurt my baby, not to alert her, not to impinge my
lust into her consciousness, I had robbed michelle of a right of passage.

   My slow manipulation of her sex, using her vulva as a rub tube, the
stealthy stretching of her vagina till I could press myself into her
without tearing her hymen.  It had all be done with such patience, such
care but my baby didn't know what it was like to be opened for the first
time, to feel the raping cock embed itself into her insides, stretching her
to the point of implosion before the tender membrane gave way and she felt
the swelling meat forging a new way through raw flesh.  My babygirl was
offering me her virginity, not something that I coveted and took
clandestinely but a gift that she could offer and I accept.  A gift of
love, and lust and pain.

   Her eyes were desperate now "Please Dadda, just put it all the way in,
I'm ready for it and I know what I want, please Dadda, I want to feel you
cum in my bottom..." I let my trousers drop to the floor as I knelt behind
her and placed a hand on either side of her narrow hips.  michelle
instinctively wiggled her bottom till the tip of my member lodged in the
impossibly narrow opening to her colon, she pressed back till it was
straining with the pressure of breaching her sphincter, then peering back
at me with a warm smile, said "Go on Dadda, just like when you take a
band-aid off....one, two" ........

   3 months later

   The correspondence had begun innocently enough.  I had met "Harold" in a
cybersex chatroom called "Across Generations" and had often seen his
nickname "Bad Daddy69" logged in (a little corny, but so .......  generic
and unimaginative that was less likely to catch the attention of the law
enforcement officers that often sought to entrap pedophiles in these
places).

   We talked and compared noted about our baby girls and I always got a
kick out of knowing that I was describing the true nature and antics of my
real time cock addicted cumbaby michelle, while all the men in these
chatrooms merely simulated their aspirations describing their wannabe
desires and fantasies.  Similarly I had always encouraged michelle to scour
the net and practice her lolitaish acts of seduction in such places.  I
enjoyed nothing better than watching tell the masturbating middle aged men
that called her for phone sex, that her Dadda was sliding his cock into her
tight fuckhole, and how she was holding the vibrating egg on her clitty,
just the way Dadda liked it.

   They no doubt thought they were speaking to a fantasizing woman in her
30's "affecting" the voice of a child (think Marilyn Monroe meets Betty
Boo).  But as I heard the men grunting with orgasm, there was no doubting
her frenzied arousal.  She simply loved the thought of men's cocks getting
hard and cuming for her!

   Yet as Harold described his "Helen", something rang true in his words.
Perhaps it was the way he described the stealth that was needed to turn his
normal little child into the depraved sexgirl that he now claimed to enjoy,
or the fact that he didn't just always want to talk about the sex, but also
described the minutia, the sometimes boring details of what it took to keep
the fact that your daughter was also your cocktoy, a secret from the world.

   For whatever reason, it suddenly dawned on me that he was telling the
truth, just like me!  On impulse, I messaged him one day "Hey Harold, would
you send me a picture of Helen, just so I know what this little cumpoppet
of yours looks like?" he messaged back "Sure, just setting up the webcam
........BRB".  A moment later, an image began to assemble itself on my
screen, of a delicious little 9 year old, squatting with thighs spread wide
so you could catch a glimpse of her bald little cunniehole.  She had the
cock of a man in his late 40s in her mouth and was obviously sucking it
with gusto, while the man with his trousers around his ankles smiled smugly
at the camera.

   I was looking intently at the photo for any clue that it might be
authentic, a freshly taken image rather than one of the innumerable (and
often badly dated) photos of underage girls being used for men's pleasure
that circulated endlessly in chatrooms across the net.  I was still peering
intently when another attachment appeared that changed michelle's and my
life forever.

   It was a short video obviously taken from the point of view of the man.
It showed the same girl lying on her back on a table, her shoulders
rhythmically being pushed up by thrusting below out of frame.  It zoomed in
on her lewdly smiling face and she said "Does michelle like it when you do
this to her?".  The camera panned down over her torso, giving a glimpse of
the standing man's cock sliding in and out of her tender young vagina, the
girl was starting to moan and whimper with pleasure as the camera was
turned towards the man's still smug face.  He winked once and then the clip
ended.

   I feverishly typed a response...."We have to meet"

   6 months later

   ..............michelle lay dozing on some sort of low divan....  Sounds
entered her ears but refused to penetrate into her mind, they echoed from
somewhere a long way off..........confused, garbled, not unpleasant, it was
just that she did not care what they were.

   She was swimming in a great big bowl of warm narcotic custard, skipping
over the ocean of oblivion like a stone dipping in and out of
unconsciousness, not particularly interested in maintaining the effort
required to remain awake, the darkness beckoned.

   Something called to her, was it her name ........"Dadda?" but the sound
was not the thing pulling her back, keeping her cognizant.  It was
something else? .......  Not sound, not sight (her eyes were screwed
resolutely shut) it was ............  a feeling...something familiar,
something far more powerful than sight or sound something? ..........  Oh,
it was a feeling *S* touch, sensation, something nice was happening to her,
it was soft ......mmmmmmm it was ....."ohhhh Daddddaaaa"...........

   There were people, lots of people, noise, squelching & slurping and what
was that bumping??  She could hear her Dadda's voice more clearly now
......"That's right dear, that's my good girl.......*she smiled, her Dadda
was happy with her* .......  That's it, let them put their cocks in you,
your such a lovely girl to fuck, they all want a turn".  Sensation was
returning and she realized that she was holding something..in both hands,
but what was that bumping? .......  "Good girl, make them cum for
Dadda"....Oh, they were cocks, she had cocks in each of her hands!

   Her hands were full of some kind of lotion and she was rubbing them back
and forth.  She then identified other hands holding her legs up and
apart....  She forced her eyes to open a peek, but there was so much going
on that she screwed them shut almost immediately.  Always the pushing,
bumping?  There were men close, kneeling, pressing in to get close to her.

   The ones with their cocks in her hands, thrusting, their faces like
masks of lust over her and another face...?  The one on top of her....Oh,
he was fucking her.  She was being fucked, that was what the bumping was,
he was bumping her against the low loveseat she was splayed on as he thrust
into her.  That was the nice feeling she was getting in between her legs.

   It all made sense now, she opened her eyes again to take a peek just as
the two men kneeling over her began to spurt in unison.  She felt the jets
of semen streaking out of their penis' splashing over her breasts, her neck
and tummy.  They were cuming on her *S* "That's a good girl, see how much
they need my babygirl, their cocks spurted for you.  The scene changed,
other men new men are moving in, taking the place of the others, she can
hear moaning and feel her bottom being lifted up off the divan.  The man in
michelle's vagina is cuming too and she can feel the pressure of the spurt
and the overflow down her leg, she can tell that he is not the first. 
Michelle's cunnie is drenched with cum, as is her body.  She looks over his
shoulders and see another man straining to take his place and behind him
others, many others, jostling to see and fuck the babywhore.

   "That's right, let the men use your cunnie, just like Dadda taught you,
just like Dadda made you"....  Soothing sounds of her Dadda's voice, and
his touch, unmistakable.  His hands on her face, behind her neck his lips
grazing hers, gently kissing her.  At the first touch of his tongue on her
teeth, she begins to buck under the man between her legs.  She thrashes so
that the men restraining her legs redouble their grip and pull her thighs
apart till her groin is strained.  Dadda is kissing her and she wants to
cum, cum for her Dadda.  He leans down to her ear and whispers softly "I
Love you my darling girl".

   Then Dadda's hands are behind her neck, his fingers are lifting her chin
up and straightening out the tunnel formed by her neck, angling her throat
to make a deep fuckhole, she knows Dadda likes to fuck her mouth like that.
Her Dadda's cock is wobbling before her eyes as he kneels to take position
above her head, and guides his cock into her throat.  Now she is complete,
now she is happy.  Dadda loves her, Dadda needs her.  As his finger tips
guide her own cockjerking hands "That's right baby, milk them onto your
pretty sift skin for Dadda" ...  and his cock occupies her mouth and her
throat engulfs him, michelle starts the gushing cum that she has become
known for in certain circles.

   She here's men exclaiming, then moans and grunts, in the background a
smattering of applause.  Dadda beams in pride as his writhing squirt baby
cums under him and in that moment, there is no one else in the room, just a
girl and her Dadda.

   One year later Michelle stood in the middle of the dark wood paneled
room, a blind fold covering her face, expectantly waiting for the surprise
I had promised her tonight.  Tonight was special, she knew and I had
promised her a treat.  Tonight was her 12th Birthday!

   Around the room a small gathering of men in expensive clothes, smoking
jackets, blazers some opting for more unconventional attire, leather gear,
latex and one stood with an enormous penis peeking from a frilly negligee.
It was a place where conventional judgments and morality were
.................  irrelevant.

   Some of the men sat in large leather chesterfield lounges and chairs, or
stood against fireplace, bookcases or at the foot of a giant oak staircase
that ascended to the first floor.  Many young girls, infants through to
young teens stood, kneeled or sat at their Dadda's (or guardian's, or
foster carer's) feet, most naked, some dressed in the provocative garb or
cherubs, courtesans, schoolgirls or whores.  There were several young boys
present also, two stood to one side of michelle, arms interlinked, each
fondling the others genitals absently, waiting for the evening's
entertainment to unfold.

   michelle was alert and functional, despite being comprehensively
drugged. Several of the guests were Doctors (and Barristers and
Parliamentarians and Judges.......) and they had perfected the concoctions
that I dosed her with to staggering effect.  While she could happily stand
still blindfolded, with no loss of balance, could respond and retain
consciousness, michelle was floating on a cocktail of drugs that left her
without inhibition (although her demure nature still shone through *S*),
without anxiety, completely compliant and most important of all, devoid of
any capacity to recollect events since I administered the drugs, just
before the limousine had called to collect us.  It had come a long way
since the mickey fins of her youth!

   Most of the young charges had their lips wrapped around their
parent/carer's cock, others had their hands inside the robe or zippers and
the rhythmic rise and fall of fabric told the story of gentle caresses and
squeezes beneath.  One or two of the children were mere tots, somewhere
between 2 and 4 years of age and there were several older girls that were
obviously given the task of caring for them.  One, a girl of no more then
13 and heavily pregnant nursed a baby baby boy at her teat on the lounge,
while holding his legs apart for one of the gentlemen to suckle at the
boy's thin cock.

   michelle was dressed angelically, my heart swelled with pride as I saw
the men's cock's engorge at the sight of her.  She had on a little cream
satin bustier that pinched in her tiny waist, giving her hips form and
curve beyond their years.  It was cut below her pert little breastbuds,
pushing them up and together giving her the impression of cleavage where in
truth there was none.  Her nipples stood large and defined against dark
areolas, a sure sign of the precocious presence of sex hormones constantly
flooding her body and of the semen that was rubbed into them daily.  Her
breasts were covered with fine goosebumps that served to define and
highlight the delectable firmness of her blossoming bosom.

   The bustier was matched with dainty panties, see-thru with detailed
embroidery encasing her delicious little sex, and also hooked down to hold
up sheer silk stockings, with lovely frilly tops squeezing the tops of her
svelte thighs.  She unconsciously moved her weight from foot to foot in
high stiletto heels which defined and outlined her ankles and calves and
made her stand with her cute little bottom pushed a little out and her
lovely developing bosom accentuated.  Her breathing was coming in short
pants at the excitement of being so exposed and at having been blindfolded
since our arrival.  She heard the unmistakable sounds of sex, the sighs of
children and the grunts of adult men and her fingers played nervously at
the edge of her lips as she fought to stop from covering herself, just like
Dadda had said.

   I had never seen her looking so beautiful, my perfect little lolita
poppet, my cumbaby, Dadda's only sexgirl.

   Our elderly host currently had a ten year-old girl named Heather astride
his leg and a girl perched on either arm of his chair.  Young Heather,
inhibitions undone and libido spiked by drugs, was walking around in a
daze. Cocaine had been rubbed liberally into her vagina, making her move
constantly despite the sedatives in her veins.  It was also making her
incredibly horny and her cunnie unbelievably itchy.  She had walked up to
the old gentleman with big hazel eyes full of lust and the end of her wheat
colored ponytail in her mouth.

   Unconscious of what she was doing, she'd lifted her red satin party
dress and tried to mount his leg.  He had helped her straddle his thigh and
was petting her as she rocked her excited little pussy on his leg.

   I stepped forward towards michelle and kissed her gently on the her soft
lips as my hands lifted to cradle her precious face and I felt her melt
against me.

   "Dadda told you today was special, not just because it was your Birthday
and that I had a surprise for you, something for being such a good girl for
Dadda, didn't I honeygirl?"

   "Yes Dadda!" she uttered excitedly.  "And Dadda always keeps his
promises to his babygirl, doesn't he".  "Yes Dadda!".  I turned to our host
and he nodded and gave a signal to a Butler clad in the formal attire of
his trade.  He turned to a door at the rear of the room and went to
retrieve michelle's special present.

   Mickey had sensed the excitement of the day the moment the red ribbon
was tied in a bow under his chin.  He was happy but suspicious of being
free to run about and the over crowded room and this confused him.  Pussy
everywhere, and food!  It was more than his walnut brain could process. 
Too much noise!  Too many smells!

   Then out of the sensory confusion the perfect smell appeared, he was
smelling one particular pussy, familiar, comforting one that smelled
....... right.  Mickey was a smart dog, and although he was still a young
dog, easily trained.  For the last month while he was kept at the mansion
ready to be michelle's treat he had been given constantly refreshed pairs
of her panties to sniff, to familiarize himself with.  michelle did not
question why her Dadda made her wear her panties for 3 days at a time, nor
why he always had her remove them and hand to me rather than putting them
in the hamper.  I had placed them in ziplock bags and sent them over with
the driver that called twice a week for them.

   In the kennels, they were produced at each meal time and the handlers
had given Mickey the scent of her each day twice a day before mealtime.  In
this way her scent was already positively associated for Mickey and this
was reinforced by the `special' handling he got from Heather and the other
special wards to whom the old man was legal guardian.

   After each evening meal one of the children would come and lay in the
kennel with Mickey.  The handlers would hold michelle's recently soiled
panties to his nose as the nominated girl would felate the dog.  Laying on
his side she would rub her pursed lips up and down the length of his
glistening red shaft, pulling the furry pouch aside to reveal the bulbous
cock.  Finally as he starting whimipering she would close her mouth over
the head and swallow the long dog penis right down to the knot, and holding
it gurgling in her gullet as the dog pumped its seemingly endless stream of
semen into her preteen belly.

   Powerful conditioning was overwhelming to the dog who had reached the
peak of his sexual maturity and had a constant urge to breed.  Even as the
pheromones began to reach his incredibly sensitive nostrils he began to
simultaneously salivate, his cock slid glistening and stiff from its sheath
and he began to involuntarily rut as he walked.  He was as imprinted with
the need to fuck michelle as she was to be her Dadda's fucktoy.

   "Beautiful girl, here is your special surprise" I say, removing the
blindfold.  There arrowing towards her through the crowd (guided by his
keen scent) was Mickey, her own first ever puppy.  "Oh Dadda, is he really
mine, really for me?

   "Happy birthday baby!" "You're mine!" michelle sighed.

   Mickey, the dog, would have echoed those words if he was able.  He spoke
the dog equivalent, pressing his muzzle between a pair of fragrant thighs,
and finding the source of the perfect aroma.  His dog heart filled with
love and his penis bulged like a spear of pink passion.  Little fingers
scratched behind his ears as the tasty pussy rubbed his snout.

   michelle was weak-kneed and trembly, covered with goosebumps like she
was being tickled all over.  Mickey's warm furry muzzle was planted between
her legs, his tongue frantically licking the crotch of her panties.  The
cloth was soaked with her stickiness and her puppy's spit.  She buried her
fingers in Mickey's soft fur and lifted his head to look at his handsome
face.

   "I love you," she told him and scratched him behind his furry ears as
his nose poked back down to her cunnie.  She had slid to her knees between
my legs so she could hug her dog and now gazed up at her father, melting
with gratitude.

   "Thank you, Dadda!  You knew what I wanted more than
anything"................."Always, my poppet" I replied wryly.

   I petted her hair, watching Mickey press his nose low to get it between
her thighs again and I saw her lift her bottom a bit to give his tongue
easier access.  Seeing this made my big cock jump with need, aching to be
squeezed.  It was straining with eagerness out of my open pants fly, little
bubbles of precum dripping from its ruby slit.  michelle's mouth watered
and she wrapped her hand around it, leaning on me to steady herself under
the force of Mickey's loving attack.  It felt so good for both of us!

   She licked my cockhead and then pursed her lips around my knob to suck
my juice, trying to get more cock spit out of the hole.  I groaned and
thrust into her hand, poking her mouth and michelle thought she must be the
luckiest little girl in the world this Birthday.  She put her hand on my
fat balls to jiggle my eggs while she sucked me.

   Even though she wanted to feel her Dadda spurt in her mouth, she let go
of my dick as I started to cum.  Moaning, she arched her back, spreading
her legs as the seizure of pleasure gripped her.  She held her big puppy's
head as the last spasm shivered through her, to stop his assault.

   Mickey gazed up at her through his shaggy gold fringe and whimpered.

   I gazed at her with Love.  "Did you see!" she gasped, grateful to be
lifted up in my hands, praying I'd seen everything.

   "Daddy saw, baby." My voice caressed her, so deep and loving, and
aroused.

   I was dying to plunge my cock into michelle's wet vagina but I wanted to
deepen her bond with Mickey; take advantage of the special moment for her
by teaching her the special game of fucking her dog.  I was also mindful of
the expectant hush that had come over the room.  There wasn't a man in the
room who did not have his cock out of his pants and wasn't being sucked,
fondled, licked or fucked by one of the available cumtots in the room. 
Even the Butler had (after asking his Master's permission) sat himself on
the Piano stool at the other end of the room and was in the process of
impaling girl of no more than 7 onto the paper thin flesh of his erect
tool.

   I lifted michelle gently and carried her over and laid her down on her
belly on the plush ottoman of an armchair that was now set in the middle of
the room.

   "I'm so happy with you, baby" I told michelle, bending down to kiss her
cheek, stroking her back, as I removed her sodden panties.

   "Did you see him lick me?" she asked, propping up on her elbows.  As
ever, I was moved by my daughter's joy "I saw every lick," I assured her.

   "Baby," I said, stroking her bare bottom.  I was in agony of wanting
her, but resisted.

   Mickey was whimpering, his big pink dick seemed as torturously hard as
my own.  It looked much too big for his body.  He was only a mid sized dog,
but was hung with the meaty seven inch of cock of one of his anonymous
ancestors.

   "Look at your puppy, sweetheart," I said.  "He's suffering."

   michelle turned her bright blonde head to see.  Her little jaw dropped
and her eyes got big.

   "See how swollen and hard his penis is, baby?" I said, allowing myself
to finger the tight warm pussy I wanted so badly to fuck, trying not to
think about my own suffering.

   "It's so pink!" she exclaimed.

   The big pup darted his head forward to lick his new mistress's face. 
michelle cooed sympathetically and wrapped her arm around his neck.  The
poor dog started humping the air as she kissed him.

   "Don't worry, Mickey," she told him softly.  "I'll be just like a little
girl dog for you.  I'll never let you be lonely!"

   "Good girl," I praised, as I positioned her hips.  I added a small
pillow under them to lift her a little bit higher.  "Daddy will be right
here helping you, Pet.  Don't be afraid."

   ***

   Mickey's penis was beautiful!  Bubble gum pink with raspberry
highlights. michelle could still see it in her mind as it spread her cunnie
wide and he pushed inside.

   Mickey needed her bad!  She didn't protest as several young attendants
lifted his paws up to place them gently on either side of michelle's thin
hips.  There were audible moans from those around her as michelle lifted
her preteen arse to admit his cock deep into her belly.  His fur was soft,
tickling her bottom and the backs of her thighs.

   The sweet feeling of being stuffed with a thrusting puppy prick made her
moan with happiness.  Even better, at last she was feeling humping motions
she had dreamt of.  Mickey was fucking her hard and fast, like a dick on
springs, and she loved the wild bestial rutting.  Already she loved Mickey
and she knew that he loved her too.  But here, now she was just a girldog
for Mickey to fuck, cummeat for him to rut into, to use until his thrusting
cock exploded into her.  And that was what little michelle wanted more than
ever, right now, in front of all these people, in front of her beloved
Dadda.  She would be the best cumgirl, the best puppywhore any of them had
ever seen!

   His humWith each hump, the knot of his penis was bumping her swollen
button, making it harder and harder.  Each bump sent currents of heat
through her pussy and belly.  She was greedy for more and kept lifting her
bottom to feel his bulge hit her clit.

   She could smell my crotch.  I was kneeling right in front of her, my
hands by her sides as I covered Mickey's paws.  "Fuck me, Mickey," she
groaned.  Her fuckhole and clit were being pounded harder and harder.

   Then suddenly, the big knot that had been ramming her bud, went into her
vagina, forced inside by her puppy's frantic humping.  Michelle screamed
and nearly swooned as her cunnie locked around the ballooning penis. 
Several of the older men began to moan, cuming into the mouths, hands,
vaginas and anuses of the children in their laps.

   "Daddy, it's too big!" she cried.  "It's okay, baby," I murmured close
to her ear.  "It's how Mickey shows you I loves you.  Doesn't it feel good,
baby, filling you up?"

   She didn't reply but merely starting emitting a low gurgling noise, a
moan rising from somewhere deep in her abdomen.  It did feel good!  Like a
big wave at the beach, lifting and taking her up and up.  She seemed to
feel Mickey's spunk pouring inside her and knew he was in ecstasy of loving
her.  The pressure was intense.

   "Mickey is squirting in me and I'm cumming, Daddy," she moaned as the
pleasure sent chills through her body.  "Good girl." My voice was sweet in
her ear.

   michelle's whole body pulsed with her climax.  She grabbed hold of me
like she might wash away, hugging me, rubbing her mouth on my stiff dick,
breathing its comforting smell mixed with puppy dog cum.  She licked and
bit at my cock as another wave of cumming hit her.

   I love my daddy she thought, I love my Mickey, she screamed inside as
her body convulsed with cumming again.

   I planted my cock for a handful of blissful thrusts in my daughter's
hungrily sucking mouth.  It was only force of will that had kept me from
raping her mouth earlier while watching my baby writhe through multiple
orgasms, tied to her dog.  She gagged on the enormous erection as I thrust
into her neck, the convulsions this caused wracked her tiny body, squeezing
the dog's knot even more, making it feel gargantuan in her child sized
cunnie.

   This in turn both stirred MIckey on to pump more of his viscous puppy
ooze into the girl and forced her over the edge again to another choking
orgasm.  She struggled to breathe, not noticing when I pinched her nose
shut, sending her into spasms of thrashing that sucked the biggest orgasm
of my life from my aching balls.  She arched her back once more as she
teetered on the verge of asphyxiation, self preservation causing her body
pulsing to jerk on Mickey's cock in "le petite mort".  I released her
nostrils and withdrew my deflating cock, to watch her deliciously hardened
nipples rise and fall as she drew great lungfuls of air, utterly spent.

   "That's my good girl, that's Dadda's sexgirl" I gasped, looking down at
the thick ropes of cum that drooled from her lips and had splattered her
smooth blemish free chin.

   Two years later

   "Please Dadda, please push it in, it won't hurt the baby I promise!".  I
looked at my darling daughter, naked on her knees on the kitchen floor, her
school uniform pushed up over her buttocks to reveal her firm ripe round
buttocks and her open, empty sexhole peeking from between splayed thighs,
michelle looking over her shoulder her eyes pleading, imploring.

   Her sexual hunger had become limitless, her need insatiable.  Whether it
was due to the hormones that were coursing through her body now that she
was 8 months pregnant with my baby, or just the that the thought that she
was breeding with her own father was so naughty that it tripped some switch
in her, I could not tell.  All I knew is that michelle wanted me day and
night, she had become nymphmaniacal, hypersexual, an delicious expectant
little pregnant harlot for her Dadda.

   Minutes before I had been sitting at the kitchen table reading the
newspaper when she came in the door from school, her arm under the swollen
belly that pushed out like a tent in front of her specially tailored
uniform.  Oh, hadn't that caused an uproar at the school, counsellors and
year advisors had plenty of advice for the sole father of such a wayward
teen.  And of course little michelle had played her part with aplomb, even
breaking down and crying as she sat with me in the Principal's office and
confided how an "indiscretion" at summer camp with a teen boy had left her
in this condition (she had rubbed my cock through my pants while we waited
outside his office, snickeringin a whisper that "The principle was gonna
see Dadda's hard on, nyah, nyah, nyah.  You're gonna get detention, nyah,
nyah, nyah!).

   But the truth was that I had planted my seed deep inside my daughter's
belly day after day, night by night and now we watched her tummy swell
inevitantly and expectantly with the offspring/sibling she carried inside
her.  This joyous event had been something we had both wanted for so long
and free from the shakles of conventional morality, there seemed to be no
reason on earth why we should wait.  My baby would finish her schooling by
correspondence and she knew that Dadda planned to look after her for ever
and ever, so we couldn't see any reason not to fill her belly with Dadda's
cum until he made a baby inside her.

   And so it was that my little coquet had walked through the door
declaring that she had waited all day to be fucked and couldn't wait a
minute longer.  She had even made one her year 7 "groupies" as we called
them, lick her cunnie in the darkened lighting box of the drama auditorium
after lunch but it didn't hold her, it just took the edge off.  She had
recruited many young fleshlets to her cause, having a sexual magnetism and
command of her powers of seduction that most women didn't achieve till
their 30's, if at all.  But his darling fucktot had experienced so, so much
more than most 30 years olds (in fact she had had more sex, tasted more
semen and made enough cocks jerk in orgasm over her for any three
lifetimes).

   She sat squarely on the table straight in front of me, a foot on either
side me on the chair and leaned back on one hand and rubbed her belly
lewdly.  "My baby knows when your daughter wants to be fucked Dadda.  It
can feel my needing and it gets restless"

   "it" was still of indeterminate sex.  We had forgone the usual heads up
from the Ultrasound technician and instead preferred to conjecture.  Mostly
michelle did this while sitting astride me, riding up and down on my cock,
or when she would reach back and pull the cheeks of her anus apart so I
could rape that other dark hole.  She knew the debauched suggestions, the
carnal comparisons of what being a sister/mother to either an infant girl
or boy was so taboo as to make my cock ache from engorgement.

   Rubbing, her belly in circles that began on her navel and undoing one
button of the chequered St Cuths dress on each pass, she gradually
broadened her rotations until her fingers were raking her swollen breasts
and gently tickling her fastidiously bald cleft.  "It's moving Dadda, can
you see it?  I think some of what runs through my veins is already in it
Dadda.  Just as you taught me to associate being dreamy and drowsy with
arousal, with having cum over me, covering me, with having orgasms, I think
my baby is learning to need sex already!"

   She knew her vulgar words would inflame me, that and the way her white
socked toe had slipped from her school shoe and was now circling round and
round my groin.  There was no mistaking the tenting of my erection in my
casual shorts, already making my uncomfortable sitting there, begging to be
freed.  "You know Dadda, I think this little one is going to be born a sex
baby, just like me..., think about it, when you touch my fuckhole, lick me
or rape my bottom, the baby feels it inside.  It hears me moan, feels my
respiration, heatbeat all go crazy and then .................whoooosh, it
feels the electric impulses going haywire as my orgasm short circuits every
nerve in my body (especially the ones around my sexual organs and that's
what my womb is Dadda, my womb is part of my cunnie, Dadda and that's where
you fuck me")

   My penis was pulsing now, she was being so depraved, so corrupt and she
knew that drove me mad.  Just like that first time when I felt her rocking
with me, felt her responding to my thigh raping when she was just a baby.
It aroused me incredibly to know that she hungered, she needed like I did.
It wasn't just me, it wasn't just a Dadda using, abusing his Daughter, it
was giving my baby what she needed, making her feel good, just like her
body wanted to feel.

   She had the dress completely open now and was pressing three fingers
deep below her ponderous belly, stretching her hand past the moving, living
bulge that swelled before my eyes and driving them into her vagina.  There
was already a little pool of girl cum on the table underneath her, some of
which had begun to drip off the edge of the table and was starting to make
a dark patch on my billowing shorts.  The other hand was squeezing at her
impossibly enlarged breast, alternately stroking and tweaking at each until
little droplets of viscous liquid formed at each nipple.

   "There Dadda, I've made some milk for you ...do you want to taste some
of your baby daughter's sweet breast milk?" she teased the teats then
squeezed one so that a stream of droplets shot across my chest and chin,
lips and open mouth.  I stared at the darkened nipples, so much larger and
suckable now that she was pregnant.

   Inevitably when she got on her knees and began begging me to fuck her,
she knew that it would work.  Was I that predictable, that ensnared in her
sexual wiles, that beholden to her girlish cunnie?  I didn't know, didn't
care, as my shorts dropped to the floor and my cock sprang free, sending a
shot of precum sailing to land on her milky white bottom.  It didn't
matter, what mattered was that I put my dick in her, now!

   "You know I feel the baby move every time when it knows you're going to
fuck me.  Do you think it's moving so your cock will rub it where it feels
best, do you think it's already learning how to be a good cockbaby for you?
I know one thing though, when you fuck me hard and make your little girl
cum, my bloodstream is going to be awash with endorphins, the closest thing
to liquid love there is.  Do you think the baby likes that Dadda, do you
think it's cum addicted like me already?"

   michelle's coaxing teasing questions were having the desired effect.  My
cock was already rearing, then veins down it's side throbbing dark and
blue. As I knelt down behind her I saw her heavy belly ballooned between
her legs, her heavy, milk laden breast seeping onto the floor and watched
as the fingers of one hand rubbed at her clittybud like a very deranged
thing.  "I'm going to cum now Dadda and I know I'm going to squirt a lot.
Will you put your cock in me, hard?  Make it good for me Dadda"

   How could I say now to my babygirl.  She needed her Dadda.

   Three years later

   I hold little Faith as she peers over the side of the baby crib in the
delivery suite..."Isth, that oww bubba, Dadda?" ..."yes dear, that's your
little brother Dwayne" .......  I smile at the curious look on her sweet
face and squeeze your hand as we watch our darling little girl meet her
baby brother.  "hees sthorta funny looking an he crys a lot" we both laugh,
another indelible memory (another "Kodak moment") just one of the
innumerable that we have shared on this glorious, unlikely adventure we
have shared.

   I think for a moment of another baby, swaddled and sweet just like this.
It seems just yesterday, that I held you darling michelle and squeezed
another dear woman's hand.

   I wonder what she would make of this strange circle of love we have
made? I ponder but a moment, then smile.  I have made us a family and taken
care of the two people she loved most in the whole world, a girl and her
Dadda.  And now our little family is complete and it's time to move to a
new phase of our love, create a new special bond with my little girl.  To
make my babygirl daughter my wife.

   Six years later

   The new Mrs Jordan had made quite an impression at my firm, I thought to
myself as I watched another of the Junior Executives eye her with barely
disguised lust.

   I was the most admired man in the company, yes in part because of my
meteoric rise (and close personal relationship with the firms Billionaire
owner Oishi-san) but mostly because of the beautiful young wife that they
assumed I had won through the hurly burly of corporate life, the money,
trinkets and toys with which I could now shower her.

   My little girl had graduated from Dadda's cuddling cumbaby to wayward
teen babymaker and now had taken the place that she was destined to occupy
since her mother's tragic death over 20 years ago.  In one final,
cross-country trip, she had left our home as my daughter and arrived with
me to take up a much sought after corporate role as my delicious young
trophy wife.

   It took some organising, I had worked hard to ensure that I maintained
the fit frame of a man a decade younger and my little squirtbaby had
started to dress up (when we were out in public *S*) like a lady well
beyond her tender years.  The end result was that we could pass as one of
the countless couples where a guiless ingénue and a seasoned man of the
world had each found in the other what they wanted, what they needed.

   And was that so far from the truth?  My girl had found in her Dadda the
husband who would love and protect her for the rest of her days and could
love her the only way she knew how, completely and utterly, without
conditions, without limits.

   And I had found a girl, who was become a woman, who had given me back
what that drunk driver had taken away, a family.  She was my daughter, my
lover, the mother to my new babies and now, my wife.

   When we had arrived in a new city and the removalists had driven off
after two days of unpacking and decorating, we sat around, my new babygirl
wife and our two kids and suddenly realised that this was the start of a
whole new life together, a life not just as a girl and her Dadda but as
husband and wife.

   And my little girl had done everything in her power to help create that
life with me, going so far beyond the role of the good corporate wife that
it makes me blush at times to think about it (O.K maybe blushing is a bit
fat fetched, but you'll see what I mean).

   In my last position, my promotion from Regional Executive to Divisional
President was, let's say ........  accelerated by the sudden departure of
the current incumbent, one Hank Treadwell.  He was an acutely well
qualified and competent Manager who was sadly also morally bankrupt.  He
was widely known for his marital indiscretions and on more than one
occasion had been known to have sacked a female subordinate under dubious
circumstances.

   Darling michelle delivered me his head on a plate rather unexpectedly at
a cocktail party thrown in honour of the visiting Japanese Chairman of the
Board, Oishi Kitanaka (now just Oishi-san, to those in his inner circle).

   The black tie affair was held in the palatial Australian headquarters of
the firm and as the evening wore on and the saki flowed, I noticed michelle
seemed somewhat preoccupied and had spent a large portion of the evening
watching Hank's movements as he "worked the room".  At one stage I saw them
deep in conversation, then when I next looked up they were no where to be
seen.

   Moments later I heard a scream (unmistakeably michelle's) then a male
yell and a slapping sound, before she burst crying from the locked
Executive washroom.  This of course brought the party to a standstill and
as I rushed forward to embrace and comfort her, I saw my boss the National
President Kirk Pendergrace going by me, into the washroom to investigate.
The door closed behind him and there were loud raised voices, before
Treadwell was escorted from the room by 3 of Kitanaka's Sumo-sized
"Assistants" (known affectionately to insiders as the `goon squad') never
to be seen on company premises again.

   After taking michelle downstairs and being taken home in Kitanaka's
personal Rolls Royce, my shyly smiling mischievous minx confided that
events unfolded something like this.

   Michelle had been making outrageously flirtatious remarks to Hank
(covertly) during the night (including one about how she couldn't come at
the raw fish and other so called delicacies served up to honour Oishi-san
and as a consequence was positively starving for some protein, in fact if
she didn't get something filling inside her body soon, she might just pass
out).

   At one stage she had casually held her fingers under his nose and asked
casually, "What do you think that smell is?" Hank apparently answered
honestly ..."Sushi?", to which she replied, "Well Hank you know, I never
touch the stuff .....................  but I'm glad to know you find it
.........appetising".

   Then after feeding Hank one whisky after another (and feigning drunkness
herself to him), she had volunteered that she was going to the ladies room
to "powder her nose" and (discretely squeezing his crotch) wondered if he'd
like to join her?  (she also wondered idly "where she'd heard that the Exec
Bathroom had lockable doors?" *S*).

   Well that was too much for old Hank and after waiting a (barely) decent
moment, he headed off to follow her.  After locking the main outer door, he
found my little michelle with her pert arse perched on the long marble
vanity, back against the mirror, just as she extracted two fingers from her
aromatic cunnie and sucked them clean.  As he rushed forward, she expertly
pivoted and slammed his arse up onto the ledge while dropping to her knees
in front of him.

   Her hands deftly undid the fly of his Tux trousers which dropped down
over his elevated feet and hit the floor and she reached in to free his
rapidly inflating cock.  She drove her mouth down and engulfed his cock
warmly in her sweet mouth till her lips suckled at his balls while she
reached in to free her own ample breasts and rubbed them lewdly along the
sides of his cock as she tongued and sucked at the head.

   This had the desired effect and soon his cock was turning purple in its
engorgement and he was audibly whimpering with the desire to shoot his load
in, on or over her.

   She stood and began to unbutton the front of his frilled front shirt to
expose his (now puffed up) chest.  She smiled sweetly at Hank, his cock and
balls now resting (symbolically) in her soft, warm, feminine hands and (I
would give half of my first years President's bonus which is in itself a
six figure amount, to have seen the look on Hank's face at this point) then
without explanation, michelle did the following things in quick
succession:1. She put a finger into each of her nostrils and pinched the
cartilage between them really hard (guaranteed to trigger a flood of tears)
2. let loose a shrill piercing scream that scared the shit out of him
(thereby increasing his respiration and general disorientation) 3. Leaned
in and bit him extremely hard on the right nipple, causing him to yell at
the top of his lungs (and co-incidentally making his cock grow noticeably
more swollen ...an unintended bonus) 4. Stood back and looked at his now
totally confused face, drew back and slapped herself savagely in the face
before tearing at the bodice of her evening gown, (cost of replacing dress
$6,500.00, increase in salary as a result of promotion $460,000, look on
Hank's face as he was led away ...priceless!).  5. finally she winked at
Hank and ran crying from the room into my arms.

   I can only guess at Kirk's reaction when he came to the door to see Hank
standing, family jewels at attention, his trousers at half mast round his
ankles and his mouth opening and closing silently (Kirk confided to me
later that had always hated Hank's guts, as an individual he found he
objectionable and was delighted at the opportunity to terminate him).

   The fact that Oishi-san considered Hank's shameful and unprovoked attack
to have brought shame upon Oishi-san himself was as much a reflection of
his own personal integrity as it was his Japanese cultural values.  ("I
just looked up and he was there, with this ....look in his eyes.  He must
have followed me when I excused myself....  He tried to ....he tried to
..ohh...  it was just awful")

   He came to our home the next day (an unprecedented gesture) to apologise
that such a man had ever been allowed to work for his firm, let alone
occupy a position of power.  He hoped his humble apology (and the $165,000
diamond necklace he gave her, bowing as he did so) would give her some
solace.  When my darling michelle advised she couldn't accept (she was
genuinely touched by his concern) he looked at her for one moment, then
asked her to reconsider.  He pleaded that she took his offering if only to
afford him the opportunity of reclaiming a small portion of the face that
Hank had taken through his cowardly attack.

   michelle bowed to Oishi-san and thanked him humbly and the look of
gratitude on his face told her instantly that any other decision would only
have caused this proud man from an archaic but heartfelt culture, more
pain.

   That I was the best candidate for the promotion was unquestioned.  That
I would be given the promotion (and fast tracked to be Kirk's successor
when he retired in two years time) was a forgone conclusion.  Kirk never
asked and Oishi-san never answered, that was how things happened in
Japanese firms.  But that we had been anointed and would be forever
favoured was confirmed when my perk allowance was extended to a 2nd (bright
pink VW Convertible) car and we joined the list of those flying to Tokyo
for the firms annual Christmas Balls and other such gala events.

   I still recall my little michelle, looking sheepishly at me after the
driver had dropped us home that night and she had confided the whole
elaborate tale, looking at me with a smile that was equal parts cherub and
incubus "you aren't mad at me, are you Dadda? ..........  Did I do good? 
*S*"

   She did good and she does good, every single day, as the new Mrs Jordan.
We spend each day, loving each other the best ways we know how.  We still
sometimes play those ....ruder games (we occasionally on interstate trips
visit the circle of confidants we developed and michelle acts as something
of a mentor to some of the younger new girls) but much of our life is now,
dare I say ordinary.

   Yet it's those times walking with my babygirl, holding her hand and then
drawing her into my waist and pulling her lips to mine that I rejoice at
the miracle of it.  The simple joy of being able to kiss michelle
passionately across the table at a restaurant, on a beach without looking
over our shoulder.  To be able to book in to a Hotel under Mr and Mrs
Jordan ...and mean it!

   The simple miracle is that we get to enjoy this love, this life
everyday, just a girl and her Dadda.