Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. SLIPPERY SLOPE is a fictional tale involving sexual activity between and adult and a child. If this sort of material offends you, seek professional help and stop reading this now. If it is illegal where you reside, move to a more realistic place but stop reading this now. As I am writing this, I'm sitting in a one-man cell in the county jail waiting for my trial. I'm charged with aggravated child abuse. If I'm found guilty - and I probably will be - I'll be labelled a child molester for the rest of my life and do at least 8 years in prison. You see, I didn't know a 10 year old could get pregnant. This all started four years ago when my daughter, Holly, was 8. She was very much a Daddy's girl. Holly's pretty regular size for a kid. Sorta chubby, but what kid isn't these days, right? She's got her mother's looks, thank god, but her most outstanding attraction is her long, straight, jet black hair. She got that from me. It's never been cut (OK, trimmed every once in a while, but never more than an inch or so.) Since she was about 4, she'd sit between my knees on the couch and I'd brush her hair. I always loved that. But the first day she said "Daddy, something's wrong. My chest hurts," started us on a slippery slope that landed me here in jail. Let me tell you about it... "What do you mean, my sweetheart?" "My chest, daddy. It hurts. Feel it." I put the brush down and reached around my child and felt her chest. "I don't feel anything wrong, honey, what hurts?" "Under my shirt, Daddy. Feel under my shirt." I reached the hem of her shirt and reached up under it. I'd never had ANY sexual thoughts for Holly before that moment but touching her thin little body as she sat between my knees did something to me. I hadn't planned it, hadn't expected it. It just happened. As I felt her flat little chest with soft little mounds trying to grow beneath her 8 year old nipples it happened. My cock hardened. I gotta tell you it was as much of a surprise to me as it could have been for any daddy. I got a hard on for my kid. Sweet, innocent little thing sitting between my knees wearing a little pink t-shirt and white cotton panties. And her Daddy's got a hard on for her. Well, things started changing After that, every night when I brushed her hair, her little chest got rubbed. Over time, maybe it took six months, maybe longer, but the ritual got to be too much. I started scooting her back closer to me. Before you know it, I'm almost humping her tight little backside. And then it happened... she smelled so freaking good... I kissed her neck. It tore away all barriers. I don't know what came over me but I pressed my lips against the side of her neck... and... god I hate to admit it ... my hand reached down and caressed her pussy. OK, at first I didn't put my fingers under her panties and if she hadn't squirmed back against me I might not have. But when she said "Oh, Daddy..." Shit, I came. I came in my pants. I'd never been so turned on and hot in my life. I was feeling up my kid! My fingers took on a life of their own as I touched her. My hand was under her panties; she spread her thin little legs for me and leaned her head back against me. I could hear her breath coming in gasps instead of breaths. "God, Daddy, oh god, Daddy." She pressed her hand against mine to increase the pressure on her little cunt. I was spent but my cock came back to life more rapidly than it had in years. I Took my hand out of her panties and lifted her up, spun her around to face me, or lips met, she wrapped her arms around my neck and shoved her little tongue into my mouth. As our kiss broke she said, "Oh, Daddy, I've waited so long for you to touch me like that. I've dreamed of that all my life...: she kissed me again, leaving me in total wonderment. All her life? How the fuck did she know anything about being felt up? "Bedtime, Holly!" the shout from the kitchen. A quick kiss and Holly jumped down from my lap and scurried towards the kitchen to kiss her mommy goodnight. I sat there, my underpants soaked, my cock still hard as a rock, and my mind totally confused. Three hours later my wife says, ""UUUUUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH UUUUNNNHHHHHH Oh God, Oh FUCK, ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... " My wife can get so boring after a while. Oh god, oh fuck... can't she come up with anything original once in a while? I think I damned near fucked her to death after feeling up my daughter. The next morning, she asked me, "What got into you last night? That was the best fucking I've had in years." I was torn. What could I say, should I tell her what really happened? Should I tell her that her great fucking was thanks to my feeling up our child? Shit. What the fuck to do? I guess I should tell you about Gretch. Real name Gretchen Schneider. She's first generation American. Came here when she was 12. Her parents are from Germany. Her dad's some big shot in automotive design. I don't even know what the hell that is. They've got more money than god. Gretch is a bombshell. Big, buxom, blond German girl. She's a hell of a head turner. She's a perfect trophy wife with a couple of exceptions. First, she's a ball buster. Always telling me I have to build my company bigger, have to earn more money.. "You want my pussy hot, my lover, you gotta get going. Make more money. Buy me house by the lake, you unnerstand?" Ball buster. Second, she drinks like a fish. I mean gets snockered. We go to a party and the guys are all hanging around her. Before you know it she's dropping her clothes and dancing on the tables, skinny dipping in the club pool, or grabbing the microphone to sing along with whatever orchestra is playing that night. I know damned well half the guys in the club would give a right nut to bang her. I can't blame them. They don't know her as well as I do. So do I tell her I felt up Holly? I vote NO. Mine is the only vote that counts. Holly gets home from private school at 4. The housekeeper lets her in. She does her homework in her room. But today is a little different. She closes the door. At 4:45, she knows I will be home in an hour, that Mommy will get back from playing tennis at 5:30 and the housekeeper leaves at 5. She had 30 minutes in the house alone. At a couple of minutes before 5, she calls out to the housekeeper, "Bertha, you can go home now. I'm fine. Mommy will be home soon." Bertha wastes not a minute and she's gone. Naked, barefoot, and slightly timid, Holly creeps out of her bedroom and looks up and down the hall. Bertha's gone. Nobody but me here all by myself. She tiptoes down the hall to Mommy and Daddy's room. The door is open. She goes in and quickly goes to Daddy's dresser. She slides open the upper right drawer and reaches in. Daddy's underwear. She picks up a light blue boxer brief, presses it to her nose and breathes deeply. "Daddy. Oh, my Daddy." Holding it to her face she crosses to Mommy's side of the bed and leans down to open the bedside table bottom drawer. She takes out Mommy's Torpedo - a bullet-shaped battery operated vibrator. She lays on the carpet beside the bed, puts Daddy's underwear on her face and cranks on Mommy's vibrator. She presses it against her little bare pussy and arches her back. She rubs it up and down her 8 year old virgin slit. The vibration is intense. Her knees are bent, lifting her little ass up off the floor. She presses it hard against her, not putting it in, just pressing the side of the bullet nose tightly on her cunt. "Make me cum, Daddy! Make me cum!!" the child is yelling to herself, wishing it was her Daddy doing it to her. The feeling grows more intense, she feels it coming, that wonderful electric feeling that overtakes her, that feeling that Papa Schneider first gave her when she was 7. "Oh god, oh fuck, oh my god, oh daddy, oh daddy.. my god daddy..." the child writhes in the feeling, her eyesight dims, her climax lays on full. For more than a minute she is in ecstasy. She lays there for a moment, recovering her senses, regaining a bit of strength. At 5:20 she arises, licks the vibrator clean, returns it to mommy's drawer, and takes one last whiff of daddy's underwear before carefully folding it and returning it to daddy's underwear drawer. She dashes back to her room and puts on her favorite pink t-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. At 5:35, Mommy straightens her clothes before she steps out of the car, wondering if she has time to shower before her husband gets home. She wonders if he can smell her sex. What a fabulous afternoon with Hector. She adores his big black cock. Shortly before 6, Daddy pulls into the driveway, his cock rock hard thinking about his daughter. As I brushed holly's hair, I asked "My sweetheart, what did you mean last night when you said you'd been waiting for daddy to touch you?" She squirmed her butt back towards me. "It's nothing, Daddy. I just liked it, that's all. " She settled against me, tentatively reaching her hand around her back, She reached for and found my cock. "Did you like it too, Daddy?" Her little hand closes on my cock. Jeez! What a feeling? My kid touching me. My own little daughter holding my cock in her hand. "You got hard, didn't you? Just like now." She released her grip and turned toward me. "Daddy, we have to be careful. You can't tell Mommy that we do things, I mean dirty things. Daddy, she would get jealous. You know that, don't you?" She was deadpan and dead serious. I just nodded. I could find no words to say. Like some sort of idiot all I could do was nod my head, some sort of bobble doll. I was feeling up my 8 year old daughter and she was telling me to keep it a secret. The slippery slope became a ski jump and I was headed straight down it. I had to find a way to be alone with my kid - alone for a full night. Fate stepped in on Friday, three days later. I got home at the usual time to find Gretch and her parents all in the living room, Gretch and her mother crying, Papa Schneider trying to comfort both. My heart sank. Had they found out about Holly and me? Gretch ran to me, threw her arms around my neck, bent her head forward and sobbed into my shoulder. (She had to bend her head - I'm 6 feet tall, she's 6 feet 4 inches in heels. "Mein grosmutter gestorben, mein grosmutter..." Her grandmother had died. Holly had never met her, besides she couldn't miss school for a week. They left very early the next morning and hoped to be back within a week - or two. I was alone with Holly. She was still asleep when I got back from the airport. Their flight had left on time. I had the weekend alone with my child. I peeped into her bedroom. She was still sound asleep. I retreated to my room and removed my clothes, all of them. I was going to go for it. Rodney demanded it. Rodney's my cock and he's a demanding bastard. Naked and barefoot, I tiptoed to Holly's bedroom. Quietly crossing to her bedside, I lifted the covers to find my child naked and asleep, her teddy bear snuggled tightly against her pussy, her legs gripping it firmly. She lifted her head as I lay down beside her. "Daddy," she said in a tiny, sleepy voice. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips to mine. "Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy." She tossed the bear aside, rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. "Make it hurt, Daddy. Make it hurt." The child was in control. I had no ability to say no, no ability to do other than hurt her. My cock found its way to her slit, to her hole, to her tight little virgin fuck hole. She was unbelievably wet, my cock gushed with pre-cum, we melded, I pushed, she pushed back, I thrust, she opened her legs wider, I felt it pop in, she screamed. "Hurt me, Daddy. Hurt me!!!" I busted her wide open. OMG!!! My god... how the hell can I describe the feeling of being inside my 8 year old daughter? What words can describe the feeling of her tight canal griping my adult cock, tiny little girl, big man, shoving my meat up inside her, feeling the inner walls of her virgin, non-virgin bloody, fuck canal, a sleeve of wondrous feeling as I pushed my cock deeply inside her. I bottomed out. I was completely in her, there was no more of my cock. She took it all. She wailed in her agony, tears ran down her face, her arms held my neck tight, she would not allow me an inch to pull away from her. "Cum daddy. Cum in me, cum deep in me, Daddy," she demanded. `Oh god, Daddy, Oh fuck. I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg." Her body convulsed a dozen times, she stopped breathing, her arms flailed against the bed, she wet herself. Then she passed out. My cock continued to pound her. I hadn't released into her yet and I could not stop. She was out like a light and I kept pumping, kept pounding her. I grasped her hips and yanked her up against my pelvis, my thrusts met her upward thrusts, I was intent on breaking her... then it started. A freight train whistle from around the bend a mile off. I knew it was coming. My ears rang with it, my toes curled with it, my vision dimmed, my balls pulled tightly against my groin. I thrust deep, I held it , I pumped, I shot, I exploded a dozen hot full ropes of daddy cum into my little girl. She had been totally fucked. I'd fucked her so hard by the time blood returned to my big head, I feared I had indeed broken her. "Wow, Daddy." Was all she said when she awoke. "You fucked me." Remorse set in immediately. I'd fucked my 8 year old daughter. What the fuck had I done? I'd raped her, used her, fucked her. My world, her world, they were both shattered. `Oh my god, my darling child, what have I done to you?" I felt like a total, complete, utter, adjective after adjective or horrible words, jerk. How could I have done that to you. I am SO sorry..." and assorted bullshit like that. But Holly wasn't broken. I hadn't shattered her world. I'd enhanced it. Holly and I became full time lovers after that. For the next two weeks we fucked no fewer than 3 or 4 times a day. After Gretch returned, we continued loving each other as often as we could be alone. On her tenth birthday, Holly and I had an adventure all by ourselves. By then we were more like a married couple than father and daughter. Gretch had left me for a black guy she'd met at the tennis club and I'd gotten Holly in the divorce. For her birthday, we did a trip to Cancun and Cozumel in Mexico. It was fantastic. Holly insisted on wearing a thong bikini. Her little bottom was still just a skinny little kid but the thong - WOW!!! It sure did something for me. I think it did a lot for a lot of guys around the pool and on the beaches as well. One guy sported a huge tent in his swim trunks one afternoon. I know he wanted to fuck her. That really turned me on. "Holly, do you see that guy looking at you?" "Of course, Daddy. He's been staring at my bottom all day. I think he wants me." "I know he does, my darling. Why don't you give him a little show?" Holly pulled herself up out of the pool directly in his line of sight. She threw her long black hair over her shoulder and turned her back to him. She bent forward, using her hands to scrape the water from her thin legs. She glanced back at him between her knees and wiggled her little bum. Then she reached behind her and put two fingers under the thong and pulled it aside so he could see her butthole. She held it open for him for a moment, then put the thong back in place and ran to me. She jumped on my lap and reached her lips up to mine. We kissed. Ninety percent of the men around the pool knew damned well we were lovers. And all of them wanted a piece of her. We were so hot we left the pool and went to our room. Once inside, I picked her up and we passionately kissed, my hand supporting her almost naked ass. "You gotta fuck me now, Daddy. I'm your wife now. You have to do what I say. You gotta put that big cock of yours in me, Dadddy, husband. Fuck your daughter, fuck your wife." I thought my cock was going to explode. Where had she come up with words like that? Yes, for us, she was my wife now. I wanted no one else in the world but Holly, my 10 year old hot little cum sucking wife. She was down on me before I could get my trunks off. Her little body still cold from the pool, her mouth was on fire. She'd resisted sucking me for a long time but in the past several months she'd found that my dick was her new mouth toy. But today, today she was hot. She'd shown off in public. She'd let another man look at her ass. She took my entire 6 inches down her throat and swallowed. Five long strokes sucking me before she looked up in my eyes and said, "Fuck me now, my Daddy. Fuck me hard." I ripped her top off, she ripped the thongs bottom off, my lips went to her budding little chest that I had been rubbing and touching and loving for two years. Those tiny little titties budding so nicely now. I engulfed one, then the other, sucking them, wanting to mark them, give them hickies so the world would know I had been there. She pulled me on top of her, "Crush me, Daddy. Lay on me." I ran my cock up and down her tiny young slit, her wet slit, her wanting slit. It knew where the hole was, where the entrance to heaven was. It had been there 100 times before. She hunched against me and it entered her. Oh my god, what heaven it is to be I her. So small, so young, so willing and OH GOD it is so good. My cock fills her, I press deeper, she hunches upward, urging me to penetrate her fully. I bottom out in her, we grind our pelvises together. I thrust against her and pull back, she matches my rhythm. We bang together hard, so hard. I try to break her as I always do. I try to smash her cunt with my pelvic bone, she cries out in her mixture of ecstasy and pain. She cums. She spasms, she cries out "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" She falls still for a moment yet I keep banging in her. I know her. I know she will revive in just a moment and want more. I know her well. I keep fucking. In seconds she returns and humps back against me. "More, Daddy, Harder, More!!!" I cum. I cum deep inside my child. I fill her with my hot incestuous Daddy cum. I am in love with her. No woman could ever match my feeling for her. Rope after rope I fill her with. She matches my cum with another of her own. Spent, we lay there, me heavily weighing her done. I know her. I know what she likes. She wants me to crush her and I am. I lay naked, my cock still in her, her little legs wrapped around my legs. We stayed in Cancun three more days. Five times more we pounded each other, five times more she exposed herself on the beach or in the pool. I'm certain several of the men there jacked off thinking about her. I know you would have if you'd been there, too. You'd have jacked off wondering what she looked like naked, how her little pussy might taste, wondering if you could really get your cock up inside her little mound. She let you see her little titties once, didn't she? You liked it. She could tell by the silly grin on your face and the way you had to adjust your trunks. You wondered if her Daddy was banging her. I was. I did it every day. The problem was that I had no idea a 10 year old could get pregnant. So, tell me, how do you explain that to a little girl's mother? Its been a miserable past couple of years. Our daughter is a little over a year old now. I hope to be able to see her soon. I understand they let kids visit their parents in prison after they are three. Can't allow any breastfeeding for the male inmates to see. Holly is back living with her mother now. I don't know if Gretch will ever let her visit me. After all, she's only 12 now. Feedback is always welcome. Daren Peters ENJOY READING STORIES HERE? THIS IS A BUSINESS AND BUSINESSES HAVE OVER HEAD. PLEASE DONATE TO THE MAINTENANCE OF THIS SITE. KEEP IT ALIVE! YOUR HELP IS NEEDED Donation Methods US Mail (cash, check, money order) * The most anonymous way to make a donation. To make a donation, send cash, check, or money order (made payable to Internet Free Literature Corporation / IFLC ) to: IFLC PO Box 583 Alexandria, VA 22313-0583 USA Concerned about anonymity? Try this procedure suggested by one of our donors: 1. Obtain a money order, make it out to the name and address above, and initial it (not sign it, thus revealing your name) 2. 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