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 Author: Dayvid Notellin (dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com)
Title: Linda14
Part: Parts 1 & 2
Summary:
Keywords: Mf(14), MM, bb

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   Author's Note: The usual disclaimer goes.  This is a work of complete
fiction, based completely on a shared fantasy between me and an old
girlfriend.  I actually started writing this for her, and it initially has
a lot of guy-guy play because that sort of thing really turned her on. 
I've never finished it because we're no longer together, but may someday if
it seems worthwhile.

   Note that while there is sex, it's light stuff at first, building the
story and anticipation - cos that's how she likes things done.  :)

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   LINDA 14, Parts 1 & 2 - By Dayvid Notellin

   "Daddy?"

   As my sweet daughter lay there, barely visible in the soft moonlight
from the window, the small voice sent a shudder down my spine.  She's such
a beautiful girl.  At fourteen, you really wouldn't expect to see the
sheets rise so high over her firm bosom, or the hips so round, outlined
beneath the thin blanket.  To say that she was all woman at this point
might be a stretch, but she was far more woman already than most females
ever achieve.

   "Yes baby," I whispered softly.  "I'm just checking up on you.  Go back
to sleep now."

   Ever the obedient one, she sat up instead, rubbing her eyes.  "What time
is it?  Is your game over already?"

   Sighing, I crossed over to sit beside her on the bed.  I won't say that
it didn't cross my mind that this would also give me a better view of her
scantily-clad form.  Sitting beside her, I gently brushed the hair from her
face.

   "No honey, the game's still going on, we're just taking a break for a
bit.  It's around 10."

   "Oh," she said, disappointed.  She was probably hoping she could get up
and watch some TV in the living room, but didn't really want to get
dressed. "Okay daddy.  Have fun with your game." She rolled over,
inadvertently giving me a nice view of her smooth, long leg, rising to the
lovely rounding of her bubble-butt, barely covered by the blanket.

   I sighed, blew her a kiss, and went back downstairs.  I had hoped she
might come down anyway.  Although she's known my poker buddies for a long
time, she's still a little shy, or at least she likes to pretend she is. 
It's cute, considering the guys would give their eye-teeth for a glimpse of
her fine young form - and I couldn't blame them a bit!

   In truth, the guys had already seen nearly as much as I.  Little Linda
was in fact a bit of an exhibitionist.  She loved having her picture taken,
and encouraged me at every opportunity to break out the camera.  Naturally,
I encouraged this by doing so, happily snapping away hundreds of pictures
at a time.  The best thing about the Digital Age is that I can take
literally thousands of pictures of her without having to buy all that film.
My hard drive swells with photographs of my little angel.

   But that's not enough for her.  She has to have pictures of herself all
over the place as well.  I can't tell you how many ink cartridges I've
emptied printing out pictures of her to put in frames throughout the house
and office.

   Of course with so much photography, not all of it is fit for public
consumption.  Most of the pictures I simply delete, since they don't turn
out well for any of a hundred reasons.  But also there are those I keep,
but don't display in public.  The ones that show a bit too much butt-cheek;
the ones where her swim suit is a bit too revealing for a 14-year-old; the
ones where her panties are showing - and wedged into her little crevice. 
And of course, the rare but wonderful ones where her plunging neckline
plunges just a bit too far, and I get a peek at one of those marvelous
little nipples.

   My poker buddies are all dear friends of mine, and had been to my home
often enough to have seen many photos which were bordering on the edge of
"acceptable".  Naturally they commented - and always in the positive.  So
it wasn't too surprising when one night, during a game's man-to-man
conversations, I accidently let slip that some were even more revealing.

   They asked.  They cajoled.  They pleaded with me to see more.  And
finally I gave in and let them see some that I'd previously kept private.
That night the game took a wicked turn.  Instead of money, we ended up
gambling for copies of some of the slightly risqué pictures.  Normally the
best of friends, it was suddenly like wading into shark-infested waters. 
They REALLY wanted those pictures!

   As the evening wore on, it became apparent that they were becoming quite
aroused at the titillating peeks of my little girl.  I can't blame them. 
Those same pictures had brought me hours of one-handed enjoyment as well.
But it took me completely by surprise when Tom, my oldest and dearest
friend, flat-out stated that he couldn't take it anymore, and needed some
relief.

   "I can't stand it Ron!  She's so sexy!  Do you mind if I use your
restroom?"

   "Hey now," Buck growled.  "I don't want you soiling those pics!  I plan
on winning that camel-toed bathing-beauty back in the next hand, and I
don't want your squirts all over it!"

   The other guys chimed in similarly, and it was all too clear that they
were all planning on abusing themselves while looking at photos of my
little girl!

   I know full well that other men might have been appalled.  But I'm not
other men.  I was proud of my darling!  To be able to incite such feelings
in grown men at her tender young age made me just want to burst with glee!

   But I had to do something to contain the situation before it got out of
control.

   "Tell you what boys," I spoke in a hushed voice to get their attention.
"It's pretty obvious that you've all got hard-ons for Linda." I held up one
hand.  "No, no, don't deny it.  Hell, I do too!  She's a royal fox!  But
Buck's right.  You all want the same thing, but don't want to risk someone
else ruining the pics.  So I'll tell you what." Looking from face to face,
I could tell I had their attention.  Their curiosity was almost as aroused
as they were.

   "If you all agree that this will be kept completely between us five, and
I mean COMPLETELY, then I'll arrange it so we can all take care of our
needs, which we apparently all need pretty bad right now.  Agreed?"

   They were wondering what I was up to, but I wasn't giving any details at
the moment.  Their libidos won out over their hesitation quickly enough
though, and they all agreed.

   "Okay then, wait here, and I'll be back in a moment."

   Shaking with excitement, I practically ran to the laundry room. 
Snatching up a large stack of towels, I dashed into the living room, where
I covered the sofa and chairs with towels, setting a few to the sides as
well.  I then turned on my laptop, hooking it to my big-screen TV, and
loaded my favorite set of jack-off pictures of my princess in a slide show
program.  I left the screen blank while I went back to the game room.

   "Okay guys, follow me." I led them to the living room, ignoring their
murmuring questions.  When they saw the towels, they were taken aback.

   "What the fuck is this?" Roger asked, "Some kinda game?"

   Smirking, I replied calmly as I sat in my chair, put a towel in my lap,
and turned on the screen.  "No Roger, it's some kind of viewing."

   Their eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they saw the first pic on
the screen.  I had chosen well.  It was my darling in a white bikini which
was a bit too small for her, coming out of the water.  The thin fabric was
only MOSTLY opaque when wet and stretched tautly.  The water had chilled
her nipples into rock-solid points that showed clearly through the fabric.
Not only that, but the bottom was wedged tightly into her crack, making it
apparent that she was either completely hairless, or so close as to make
the distinction meaningless.

   Without another word, the guys sat, staring at the screen.  After
several similarly-revealing photos, they each had a tented towel in their
laps, hiding the fact that they not only had erections, but were rubbing
them while ogling my beautiful baby.

   My friends are gentlemen, and as such, were trying to mind their
manners. As host, it was up to me to determine the limits, and they weren't
going to proceed further unless I did.  So I unzipped my fly under my
towel, making sure they heard it.  Then I made a bit of a show of pulling
my cock out under the towel.  Finally, I started stroking it while watching
the slide show.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Terry was the first to follow
suit, letting out a gasp of relief as his cock was finally freed of its
confines.  In moments his towel was bobbing up and down as he stroked his
cock, eyeballing my little girl.

   The other guys weren't far behind.  Tom shrugged and got to it.  Roger
struggled a bit getting his tool out, but managed.  Finally, about five
minutes later, Buck growled, "What the fuck!" and relieved his pressurized
penis as well.

   It was quite a sight, five horny men sitting there, jacking off under
their towels, while staring lustfully at my baby.  I'm sure she would have
been pleased to know her pictures were so appreciated, though I wasn't so
certain she'd appreciate the manner of our expressing it.

   I could see that Terry was nearing that point we all wanted, and was in
a bit of a quandary about what to do.  After all, it would be impolite to
cum all over your host's laundry without permission!  So being the good
host I am, I sped up my stroking.  To be perfectly honest, at this point I
was just as much turned on by having my friends jacking off with me as I
was at the sight of my little girl in that yellow sundress the day she got
caught by the sprinklers!  With the thin fabric plastered against her skin,
I couldn't ask for a better final vision!

   With a subdued grunt, calculated to be heard but not too disturbing, I
began whacking myself furiously, culminating in a low moan and gasp as I
shot my cum into the towel.  Quickly I wrapped my hand around the base of
the towel to keep it from running down and covering my pants.  Completing
my climax, I pulled the towel circling my cock upward and off my tool.  I
knew that this was one of those defining moments which could go either way.
My cock exposed to all, shiny with cum.

   Stillness gripped the air for several long, heart-stopping moments.  My
cock twitched, another drop of cum drooling down the side...  Someone
moaned.

   With surprise, I looked and saw Terry suddenly whacking furiously at his
cock!  His eyes shot back and forth between the big screen, showing my
darling...  and my cock!  His eyes wild, he forgot all about keeping
himself covered, and the mad stroking caused the towel to shift, exposing
his angry-red cock.  Wrapping the towel around his tool, he stroked crazily
- pre-cum oozing down his cock and over his hand.  The other guys and I
just stared in amazement.  I for one had never seen such copious amounts of
pre-cum!

   Tom suddenly let out a groan, surprising us all, and sprayed his own
towel full of cum.  He spurted so hard it came through the towel covering
the head of his cock!  Apparently Terry's display, on top of Linda's
unknowing exhibitionism was too much for him.  Stroking rapidly, his cock
twitched under his towel, and I actually saw it pop upward with the force
of his shooting cum!  He had to move the towel to keep from soiling
himself, and exposed himself in the process.  Almost the instant his cock
came into view, Terry shouted and shot his load as well!

   Terry didn't have the benefit of a towel-cap however.  His cum shot
straight up into the air, perhaps three feet, and came down on his towel,
and on the towel on the sofa between him and Buck!  With an angry growl,
Buck cried out, "Watch it, fuckhead!  You almost got your cum on me!"

   For a moment, we were all stunned.  Somehow, verbalizing it made it all
real.  We sat around, cocks in hand, looking at each other, suddenly
uncertain.

   "Sorry," Terry said in a contrite voice.

   "Sorry my ass," Buck thundered.  "Nobody cums on me...  but ME!" With
that, he gave a whipped his towel away, revealing his large,
chocolate-brown cock, and began stroking it like crazy with one hand while
unbuttoning his shirt with the other.  In seconds his cum was spurting into
the air, arching high, and coming down onto his dark chest and belly with
loud "splat" sounds!

   To say we were all surprised would have been an understatement.  While
nobody had thought Buck a prude, this blatant display of exhibitionism
caught us all a little off-guard.  He sat there, grinning like a kid who
got away with skipping class, while squeezing the last of his semen out of
his fat cock with slow, deliberate strokes.  The milky-white fluid dripped
out the bloated head to pool in the mighty Lake Navel.  He was clearly
proud of himself.

   "You should see y'all's faces!" he chuckled.  That broke the spell, and
Terry took the cue.  He started applauding Buck's performance
good-naturedly.  Soon we were all applauding and clapping him on the back.
"Bravo!" "Good show, Buck ol' boy!" "That's giving it to `im!"

   It got a little silly, with the anxiety of our culturally-induced
homophobic fears draining out so suddenly.  We were okay with this!  This
was a GOOD thing.  Our friendships had weathered the dangerous shoals of
stupid preconceptions, and we were all the more solid for it.

   Obviously that wasn't the end of it, but there's something about a
powerful orgasm that puts one at ease.  The guys were a little sheepish
about handing me their cum-soaked towels, with Tom even offering to take
his home to wash it before returning it.

   "Don't be ridiculous, Tom!  We've known each other since boyhood.  Or
don't you remember?"

   Tom actually blushed!  And that, of course, set the others to asking all
sorts of questions.  But the ice had been broken already, and so Tom and I
told of our boyhood experimentation.



   Chapter 2 - Tom and I Discover...

   It's not like there was a lot to tell anyway.  We were just kids then,
"Young, Dumb, and Full of Cum," as the saying goes; not even teenagers.  We
were new to sex, and pretty open with each other.  So it seemed natural
that when we started getting our hands on some pornographic materials, we
shared it.

   Like so many millions of boys before us, one thing led to another. 
First it was just looking at the magazines.  But boy's penises are
incredibly insistent at that age, and so there was the inevitable
"adjusting" of shorts.  This of course, felt wonderful!  And there followed
additional "adjustments" which led in time to rubbing.

   It quickly became a sort of ritual with us.  Whenever I'd sleep over at
his house, or he'd sleep over at mine, we'd eventually break out whatever
porn we had laid hands on, and would peruse the pics, discreetly touching
ourselves.  In time it became common practice to touch ourselves under the
blankets, where we could touch our actual penises without the other
"officially" seeing anything.

   And of course, it was pretty much inevitable that as we grew more
comfortable doing this sort of thing.  It also became more exciting to see
how far we could expose without actually exposing.  Once while thus
engaged, Tom tugged my blanket away playfully, shouting, "Busted!" By then,
both of us pretty much knew that it was eventually going to happen, so it
wasn't really a surprise.  But what WAS surprising, is how very different
our penises looked.  Tom stared openly at mine until I started to blush.

   "What's so fucking interesting?" I asked hotly.

   "Oh!" said Tom, apologetically.  "I'm sorry Ron, I didn't mean to stare.
But your penis...  it looks...  well see for yourself!"

   Tom pulled his blanket away, and there he was in all his glory.  Six
full inches of pale pink, throbbing boyhood.  Instantly I saw what he
meant. I guess we both sort of assumed that they'd look the same, but they
were very different.  Where my penis was a sort of tan color, blending to a
dark pinkish head, his was light pink, turning to a sort of purple to the
tip.  Additionally, his was longer than mine, but mine was fatter.  His
balls were larger than mine as well.

   It was fascinating to note these differences, and to compare them.  We
examined each other's equipment and queried one another on various things.
And our cocks didn't droop an inch.  It was fun and exciting to have
someone to share with, and it was dangerous and exciting to so expose
myself to my friend, and to gaze upon his equipment.

   In time though, our thoughts turned back to the girls in the magazines,
and our need for relief.  We sat down side by side, and stroked our cocks.

   It wasn't long before I noticed a difference in technique.  While I
wrapped my whole hand around my cock and stroked, Tom held his with two
fingers on the underside and his thumb on top.  I was intrigued, and
switched to his technique.  When he noticed me staring, he asked me to
explain, so I did.  So he tried it my way, while I tried it his.  It wasn't
long before pre-cum was oozing out the tip of my penis and getting on my
fingers.

   When I licked it off like usual, I thought Tom was going to flip out!

   "What the Hell are you doing?" he cried in disgust.

   "I'm preventing a mess," I answered, nonplussed.  Then I saw his face.
"Oh!  You think this is gross!"

   "No asshole," he answered, "I think it's GAY!"

   "Huh?" I asked intelligently.  "How can it be gay?  It's my own stuff!"

   "Yeah, but it's your own COCK stuff!" Tom insisted.  "So it's gay!"

   "You know what Tom?  That's not gay.  THIS is gay!" So saying, I grabbed
his hard cock and started stroking it.  His face was a study in sudden,
amazing transformation.  In less than three seconds, he went from shock, to
revulsion, to terror, and finally to ecstasy as he abruptly shot his cum
all over my hand and arm!

   "Ohhh God!" he cried out as his hot jets of cum sprayed forth.

   I hesitated for a fraction of a second.  This wasn't what I had planned!
But I knew what it felt like when you're interrupted in mid-cum, and I
wouldn't do that to my buddy.  So I continued to stroke his cock, despite
the fact that my hand was now slippery with his sperm.

   We both had another surprise in store for us though.  Tom simply kept
cumming!  I'd done it often enough to know that the amounts of cum he was
putting forth were not normal...  at least, they weren't to me!  But it
seemed that my wet, cum-covered hand on his cock was a more intense
stimulant than he'd ever felt before, and so, when he should have been
finishing and starting to soften, his cock only swelled up fuller, and
continued to spurt and ooze out more and more hot juice!

   Fearful that it would get all over the carpet, I cupped my other hand
under his dripping and oozing tool, catching it as it drooled down off of
his cock and my hand.  Soon my hand was full, and still he kept producing
more of the hot, wet liquid!  I looked around for something to put it in.
Tom was no help at all, so enthralled in his extended climax; eyes closed,
his hips humping my cum-soaked hand!

   There was nothing nearby except the blankets, sheets, and carpet.  Tom
was enjoying himself so much, moaning and thrusting and oozing and
spurting, that I didn't really want to interrupt him and put an end to it.

   I don't think I made a conscious decision - or perhaps I did, and simply
blocked that memory out.  But I found myself slurping his juice from my
overflowing hand.  It tasted different from mine, but not much different.
More importantly though, doing so saved the carpet!

   Tom, spent, finally just laid back.  His cock, covered with his juices,
poking lewdly toward the sky.  For a moment, the thought of licking it
clean crossed my mind, but I knew if I did that, he'd totally freak out. 
So instead I released his cock and went to the restroom to clean myself up.

   When I came back, Tom was looking at me sheepishly.  "Uh, thanks Ron! 
That felt...  amazing!"

   I scoffed.  "Well you almost blew it!  If we'd have gotten that stuff
all over, we'd be in serious trouble!"

   "I know," he admitted.  "I'm really sorry.  I just...  It just..." He
shrugged, at a loss for words.  "You know how it feels when you jack off?
Well imagine that times like a hundred!"

   Grinning, I clapped him on the shoulder.  "Yeah, I could tell you really
liked it.  That's why I didn't stop when I should have.  I think you might
have simply exploded!"

   He actually blushed.  "I...  Uh...  I saw what you did.  Uh...  Thanks
man.  I owe you big time!  Anything I can do, you just name it."

   "It's no biggie Tom.  But seriously, it worries me that you're so
concerned about being 'gay' like that.  I know you like girls.  You know
you like girls.  So why so freaked out that I tasted my own juice?"

   He shrugged, "I don't really know.  I never really thought about it."

   "Well then, I think you should.  Sooner or later, you might find
yourself in a spot where it's that or getting busted, as we just saw!"

   He pondered a moment, then suddenly, took a deep breath, reached down,
and scooped up some of his cum onto his finger, popping it into his mouth!
For a second, he looked shocked at his own actions.  But then he relaxed a
bit and tasted it.

   "Hey!" he said, startled.  "You're right, it's not bad or gross at all!
It's just...  well, another taste!"

   I chuckled, "There ya go!  Now if you don't mind, YOU got to cum
already, but I haven't.  And quite frankly, seeing the way you went off has
gotten me hard than I ever been!"

   It was obvious that I was in need.  My cock was swollen, and darker than
I'd ever seen it.  Pre-cum oozed from the tip.  As I sat down to finish the
job I'd started earlier, I gasped as I touched it.  It had never been so
sensitive!

   "Are you okay man?" Tom asked, concerned.

   "Oh yeah!" I gasped.  "I'm just like, super ready!  Maybe you could get
some tissue from the bathroom for me?" I was enjoying the sensations of
very light touches causing my cock to twitch with pleasure.

   "Why don't you just eat your cum?" Tom asked in a strangely soft tone.
"There's less mess that way."

   "Don't be stupid Tom, I only do that when I need to.  If you'll get me
some tissue, I won't need to!"

   Tom just sat there, a peculiar look on his face.  "Ya know Ron, it's
actually kinda...  cool...  watching you eat it.  Kind of a turn on."

   Looking down, I saw that his limp penis was swelling up again, twitching
back to life.

   "Yeah well," I replied, "I'm not going to do it for your amusement Tom!"

   Nervously, he offered.  "I'll make it worth your while!"

   "Yeah?  How?"

   He gulped.  "I'll rub it for you!"

   The offer was incredibly tempting.  Seeing the way he had exploded with
my hand on his cock made me envious to feel that way myself.  What was it
he said?  A hundred times better than stroking it myself?

   I nodded, my throat dry with nervous anticipation.

   Tom slid over closer to me, reaching out to touch my stiff penis
lightly. It was like a bolt of lightning went straight though my cock, up
my backbone, and exploded in my brain.  "Jesus!" I cried out in delight.

   The pre-cum which had been oozing slowly out the slit of my penis was
suddenly drooling out like a leaky faucet.  Tom took my cock between his
thumb and forefinger, aiming it so that it dripped into his cupped hand. 
With a grin, he watched his hand slowly filling.

   I was beyond watching anything though.  Someone was touching my penis!
It felt incredibly good!  When I'm stroking myself, I know exactly what to
expect, exactly what I'd touch, where, and when.  With someone else
touching me, every movement was a pleasant surprise.  Every touch a
delight. I laid back and savored the sensations while Tom touched me.

   After a couple of minutes, I felt him climb up beside me.  Bringing his
cupped hand up to my face, I saw it was full of pre-cum.  I'd never seen
that look on his face before - sort of an evil, lecherous grin.  He really
WANTED me to drink my cum!

   I hesitated a moment, and he immediately squeezed my cock, sending
rockets of pleasure burning through me.  I opened my mouth in shocked
delight, and he quickly emptied his hand into it, my juice splashing into
my mouth.  He held his hand over my mouth for a moment, so I went ahead and
swallowed.

   It was like lighting a firecracker under his ass!  Suddenly he grunted
and jerked, and his cock spewed forth another torrent of cum!  Fortunately,
he was right next to me this time, so it sprayed across his belly and mine,
rather than getting on the sheets.  But seeing his cum on me just sent him
into a frenzy.  His hips jerked and a second jet of hot cum landed on my
belly!

   Then suddenly there was an indescribably intense burning in my groin. 
Tom was jacking my cock like a wild man with his still-wet hand!  The slick
sensation of my pre-cum, coupled with the amazingly intense feeling of
another hand on my cock had me spurting and spraying in only a few seconds!
I emptied my balls all over my belly and chest - and Tom never missed a
stroke!  He jacked my cock like a pro, rubbing it and squeezing it until
every last possible drop had been spent.

   I was utterly exhausted, and lay back on the bed, panting like I'd just
run a 100 meter sprint.  I could feel cum dripping down my side, but I
simply didn't care.  And then I felt Tom catching it in his hand.  Good old
Tom!

   It wasn't until I'd regained my composure somewhat, that I found, having
nothing else to do with the mess, Tom had drank down most of our combined
loads!

   You just can't ask for better friends than that!

   ***

   "So y'all've fooled around some before?" Buck asked.

   Obviously, we weren't going to tell the rest of the guys our entire
history.  We jacked off together many times after that, and even once,
early in college, tried sucking each other off.  But there were plenty of
women in college, and we were both much more interested in them.  So as
time went on, we spent more time out on dates and on top of dates, and less
time with each other - in that way.

   "Well yeah, when we were kids." Tom tried to evade the question, but
after enough prompting and cajoling, the truth came out.  Some of it
anyway. We copped to jacking off together.  But the other guys knew when to
stop pushing, and let us have our little secret - for the time being.

   It wasn't long before the rest of the guys admitted to having some
similar experiences.  Of course, nobody admitted to more than jacking off
together, but even that much was a great admission for a bunch of grown me.

   Over the next few weeks, it became something of a club.  Our poker games
came to include a jack-off session, starring the latest hot photos of my
darling daughter.  The effect she had on each of us was remarkable.  The
game could be going along perfectly normally, when someone would mention
her.  And that was the end of the game for a while.  The guys would needle
me until I coughed up whatever recent photos were taken.  Then we'd all run
into the living room, have a good cum together, then return to the game.

   An unexpected side-effect was that whenever I was shooting Linda, I
found myself encouraging her to reveal herself more and more.  Further, I
was actually shooting for the risqué shots, positioning myself and posing
her to get the panties, the crotch-shot, more of her breasts into the
photos.  At times I was ashamed, but ever more, I was aroused.

   To say she was a budding beauty would have been a remarkable
understatement.  She was, quite simply, the most beautiful little girl a
man could hope to have.  Looked at from a distance, it's no wonder I found
myself so attracted.  Her bosom had sprouted into a chest many women spend
a fortune for, and never actually acquire.  Full and round and firm,
without being over-large, her breasts danced and swayed delightfully.  And
her nipples!  They would swell and extend at the drop of a hat.  Well okay,
that might be a bit of an exaggeration.  But they certainly perked up at
the touch of a breeze!

   So naturally, I did everything I could think of to encourage her to
display her wares more prominently.  I took her shopping to buy her new and
more revealing clothes.  (Shoes too, of course.  She made it quite clear on
numerous occasions that shopping for new clothes without buying new shoes
was a mortal sin, at the very least!) I also started taking her to scenic
sights, where it was pretty much a requirement that we take some photos. 
Parks, historic sights, museums...  We visited them all, and took hundreds,
or more likely, thousands of photos.  And all the while, I was encouraging
her to be ever more daring in her poses, ever more "adult" in her style.

   Some of the looks we got were precious.  Matronly women would "Tsk-tsk"
at us.  Pious pricks would look down their noses at us.  Mothers would
stage whisper to their daughters, "Shame on them!  And in a public place!
They should be arrested!" But the daughters looked on more often with envy
than with scorn, and the fathers, uncles, and big brothers cast glances of
pure envy in my direction.

   Linda wasn't fooled, of course.  She's a bright girl, and she knew very
well that, although I loved her deeply, I also lusted for her with a desire
that burned deep within my soul.  She reveled not only in the attention,
but the attention from her daddy.  The one man she trusted completely.  The
man who would allow her to act out her naughty photo fantasies.  The one
who, instead of judging her, would revel in her naughty ways.

   Many times she'd take an idea I had for a suggestive pose, and run with
it, taking it to levels I'd not have dared suggest.  She nearly always did
it with a supposed innocence, as if she had no idea the poses she assumed
were anything but good, clean fun.  And yet, more and more as time went by,
the poses revealed more of her, and more suggestively.

   It was apparent she enjoyed it by her manner, but also her body began to
express her excitement.  More often her nipples would stretch the fabric
covering her chest.  More often her panties would find themselves pulled
between the puffy lips of her pubic mound.  And yes, more often her
breathing would increase, her face and neck would flush, and her eyes would
dilate.  But there was more.

   I didn't notice at first, so intent was I on gazing at my little beauty.
But as our escapades grew in both frequency and intensity, and the more
excited I became photographing her and eating her up with my eyes, the more
often she seemed to be glancing at my crotch.  The first time I noticed, I
was sure it was my imagination.  After all, why would she be interested in
my package?  It wasn't until later, on reflection, that I realized that I
was probably displaying a bulge, and she was probably curious.

   As I found in later sessions though, she wasn't curious at all.  She was
frankly INTERESTED.

   Since I thought she was merely curious, I tried to minimize the
obviousness of my arousal.  I'd stand behind things, turn partially
sideways, wear loosely-fitting pants and leave my shirt tails out to hide
my interest.  But gradually, as I noticed her looking there more often, and
more intently, I came to wonder if she realized that she was giving me
erections practically every time I pulled the camera out.  After all, the
way she gazed at my crotch when nobody was looking SEEMED like interest!  I
determined to find out.

   One day as we were going to a nice park with a playground for a photo
shoot, I chose to wear snug-fitting jeans that showed off not only my firm
ass, but my package as well.  Linda was in a pale green sun-dress, her long
hair in two huge pig-tails draping down to caress her shoulders, and green
leather sandals.  As we went to the car, and she saw how I was dressed, I
swear I saw her checking me out and smiling.

   The drive there was uneventful, and since it was a Thursday, school was
in session, so the park and playground were practically deserted.  We
quickly settled into our usual routine, with her moving about the park,
posing with, on, and around the various playground equipment.  She swung on
swings, giving me some beautiful pictures of her panties from below.  She
slid down the slide, her dress bunching up and giving me a great
crotch-shot as her panties tucked into her mound.  And I climbed above her
on the monkey bars, shooting downward to get several wonderful pictures of
her bountiful breasts from above, revealing and enticing cleavage.

   It was a good shoot, and I was both pleased and aroused.  I could see
that she was also feeling frisky, by the way her nipples perked through the
thin green fabric of her dress.  But I really wasn't ready for it when she
started bantering back at me.

   "That's it baby girl, shake that little money-maker for the camera!" I
teased as she bent over to smell one of the flowers.  I love my baby girl's
ass, it's so round and firm.  Even hidden by a dress it's enough to drive a
man mad with desire.

   "How's this daddy?" she said, looking over her shoulder and shaking her
ass.  "Oh!" she said suddenly, staring directly at my crotch.  "It looks
like you REALLY like my posing!"

   "Uhhh..." I said, not sure what to make of her directness.  But before I
could come up with some witty repartee, she continued.  Glancing around,
she pulled her dress up higher.  "If you like my butt that much daddy,
maybe I should show you more of it!"

   That sort of commentary, while unusual, wasn't unprecedented.  What was
different this time though, was that as she lifted the hem of her dress
higher, she continued to stare directly at my crotch and banter.  "Do you
really like my butt daddy?  Or is that a banana in your pants?"

   Dry-mouthed, I managed to get out, "N-no honey, it's not a banana!"

   Her grin was like sunlight cracking the dawn.  "Then it must be your
thingie daddy!" She continued lifting her hem higher, her long, lovely legs
revealed entirely, with the edge of her panties barely hidden as she
grinned mischievously at me.  "I'm glad you like me so much you get excited
daddy...  and seeing you get that way makes me feel all tingly down here!"
With that, she pulled her dress up, revealing her sweet ass, clad only in
the silk of her green panties, giggling and grinning at me like she'd
tricked me.

   When I looked closer, I realized how I'd been had.  The little minx had
pulled her hem up with one hand, and the other was tugging her panties from
the front, making the fabric slip between her ass-cheeks and tucking into
the groove of her puffy mound!  What a sight!

   "Ohhh yeah baby!  That's sooo sexy!" I cooed, taking numerous photos as
the silk slipped into her folds.  Without even being aware of it, I moved
in closer, kneeling down to get a better angle of the deep camel-toe she
was creating by pulling the silk between her lips.

   She grinned happily.  "Really daddy?  You think I'm sexy?"

   "I think you're SUPER sexy, baby girl!" I exclaimed enthusiastically, my
eyes glued to the deep cleft.

   "Is this sexy too daddy?" She asked innocently as she slipped her hand
down and ran her fingers along the groove of her silk-covered pussy!

   "Hell yes baby!" I exploded, the clicking away furiously, not wanting to
miss a bit of this action!

   "Is it making you horny daddy?" she asked.  I noticed that her voice was
no longer light and playful.  A husky quality had crept in, which made me
look at her face.  She seemed serious, but also nervous; as if she was
afraid I might answer wrong.

   Fortunately, I didn't.  I looked her directly in the eye and spoke low
and intense.  "Yes darling, watching you touch yourself like that has made
me VERY horny!"

   Relief washed over her face, and in an instant, she was light and
cheerful and happy and playful again.  "I'm sooo glad daddy!  When I saw
how hard your thing was getting I thought you might be getting horny over
me, but I wasn't sure!"

   "I looked at her, amazed.  Would you like to see just how horny you've
made me honey?" I asked, daring to hope she might be truly interested.

   She giggled a bit and shook her head affirmatively, so I stood up from
my crouching position behind her, and walked around to where she could see
the way my pants were severely tented out in front.

   "See this baby girl?  This is how hard you've made my cock!"

   I was certain I'd overstepped a boundary.  Her face turned bright red,
her eyes wide as she stared at my bulge.  She stood up, still staring at
it, and asked quietly, "What made it so hard daddy?  I've noticed it
before, but not like that!"

   I figured honesty was the best way to go here.

   "When I saw you touch your pussy baby.  That's just incredibly exciting
to me!"

   "Really?" she grinned, coyly.  "Just touching my panties did that to
you?"

   I nodded dumbly, as much shocked as the direction this conversation had
taken as by the intensity of the feeling in my pants.  It was like every
word she uttered was hard-wired to my hard-on.

   Linda is not a mean girl, but she is certainly a playful one, and for
her, this was suddenly a new twist on a game she already loved.  She
glanced around to make sure nobody was looking, then sat down on the
see-saw nearby.  With a crooked finger, she signaled me to come closer.

   As I approached, my little darling laid her back on the see-saw, her
feet on the ground to either side.  Placing her hands on her hips, she
began bunching her dress up, raising the skirt slowly.  By the time I was
standing in front of her, her hem was at mid-thigh and still rising.  She
smiled at me playfully.

   "Exciting is good, right daddy?"

   I nodded, excited beyond belief at what I hoped was coming, yet
terrified at the same time.  I mean, this was my baby!  But I couldn't look
away.  I couldn't tell her "No".  I couldn't even try to discourage her. 
Hell, I wanted this more than anything I'd ever known!

   She continued to pull her dress up higher, until her panty-covered mound
was revealed.  As I'd seen so many times before, her sweet mound rounded
down, the material dipping inward between her lips slightly as it stretched
across the gap.  I'd seen far deeper camel-toes on my baby, (and loved
them!) so this wasn't really anything new - and yet, it was.  Before I
could always pretend it was unintentional!

   Higher she pulled her dress, as I sat down on the ground before her,
gazing up at her sweetness, camera in hand.  While I never stopped taking
pictures, it was an automatic action by now.  My mind was completely on
what she was doing.  And what she was doing was driving me mad!

   Linda lifted the hem of her dress until her panties were completely
exposed to me, along with about two inches of her sweet belly above the
waistline.  Then she lifted herself up a bit, tucking the excess fabric
behind her to hold it in place.  I wondered why for a moment, but it became
clear as a bell as she lowered her hands and lightly traced her fingertips
upward, from her knees to her inner thighs.  My baby was touching herself
for me!

   Now I know that in this day of Internet Porn and all that, girls grow up
faster than ever.  But I never dreamed that my sweet little fourteen year
old girl would ever put on a show like this!

   Up and down she lightly ran her fingers.  I could see the goose bumps on
her thighs as she did so.  Glancing up, I saw that her nipples had grown
harder and longer than I'd ever dreamed possible on one so young.  Linda
was excited by this showing off!

   Her fingertips approached closer to her panties with each caress. 
Finally they were running over her mound as well as her thighs.  But she
didn't stop there!  She continued to stroke her pussy-mound for me, slowly
increasing the pressure, driving the silken fabric between her puffy outer
lips, giving herself a deep camel-toe with her fingertips!

   This was both heaven and hell for me.  I was amazed and delighted at my
honey's display, excited beyond belief; but also excited nearly beyond
tolerance!  My cock ached, confined inside my pants and striving to stretch
out.  And yet I dare not move, dare not speak.  The spell might be broken,
and I might not ever get another chance to see such a sight!

   She was enjoying her touches, that much was clear.  As she continued to
slide her fingers along her slit, pushing the silk inward along her groove,
her breathing became heavier and faster.  She leaned back against the board
of the see-saw, her neck and face flushed with excitement, her eyes closing
as she focused on the sensations her fingers were bringing her sweet little
cunt.

   Gradually, her caresses became firmer.  The light strokes along her slit
pressed deeper.  My baby wasn't just caressing her panties for her daddy's
amusement anymore.  She was actually rubbing her pussy through her panties.
My darling was masturbating in front of me!

   A sigh escaped her lips.  Her fingers pressed inward.  The fabric of her
panties was pushed even deeper into her cleft - so deep in fact, that the
outer edges of her outer lips were becoming exposed!  She laid her fingers
along her slit and began rubbing in a circular motion.  I was beside myself
with desire, yet knew I dare not do or say anything, lest I miss the most
significant display of my life!

   Slowly, her rubbing became more assertive.  Linda's pussy was driving
now, her mind utterly on the sensations she was self-inflicting.  Her hips
began to grind.  Cute little gasps and moans escaped her lips and her legs
began to tremble.  It was getting close, I was certain!  I checked the
camera to make sure I had plenty of shots left.  Thank God for digital
cameras that can store hundreds of pictures!

   The muscles of her calves tightened.  Her thighs clenched up.  She was
hovering on the brink!  I took picture after picture of my baby rubbing
herself through her panties.  This was the hottest thing I'd ever
witnessed! Not only was I watching a beautiful fourteen year old girl
masturbate, but this lovely girl was masturbating for her own father!

   Her rubbing grew more frantic, and suddenly she let out a small sound -
something between a cry and a whimper.  Glancing up, I was shocked anew to
see her eyes were open.  Her face was a study in pure desire as she rubbed
her pussy, looking me straight in the eye.  Suddenly she let out a loud
moan, and her entire body shook as her climax hit!  "Oh daddy!" she cried
out.  "Oh my God daddy!  My pussy!  OH YES!"

   It was too much for me.  As my darling angel climaxed, our eyes locked,
a rush of sensations tore through me as well, ripping down my spine and
shooting out the head of my convulsing penis.  I'd never felt anything so
intense!  And all without a touch!  I was amazed, shocked, and humbled...
and through it all, my eyes stayed locked with my baby girl's - and I never
stopped taking pictures!

   After the exciting rush of climax subsided, by baby quickly dropped her
dress down.  Her face was red with embarrassment.  I started to say
something, to comfort her, and yet I knew there was nothing I could say
that would tell her how deeply moved and honored I was by what she had
shared with me.  Instead, I just stood up, brushing the dust from my pants.

   After a few moments, she tried to speak.

   "D-daddy...?" she began, then stopped.

   "Shhh, honey.  You don't need to say anything.  But I do."

   I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts.

   "Thank you." I said, my voice hoarse with emotion.

   She looked up at me in wonder.  "Really?"

   I nodded.  No words could say more.

   "Hummm..." she said to herself, beginning to dare hope again.  I knew
she was afraid she'd made a mistake, but it was my deepest desire to show
her that it was no mistake.  It was a gift, pure and simple.

   She bit her lip and looked at me, about to say something, when all of
the sudden, she started to giggle.

   "Huh?" I asked, confused.  She just continued giggling.  It was then I
noticed she was staring at my crotch.

   Suddenly I was aware that my cock and balls were swimming in a soupy mix
of my own cum.  I had filled my shorts with sperm, and now it was seeping
through the fabric of my tight jeans, making a huge wet spot.  Doubtless,
it looked like I'd peed my pants, but I knew she was far too savvy to think
that's what had happened - she knew!

   "That's right baby," I shrugged.  "Your little show got me so turned on,
that I came in my pants just watching you!"

   It was like watching a spotlight turn on her face.  She positively
beamed with happiness.

   "Truly daddy?" she asked.  "Watching me got you that excited?  Wow!" The
doubt she'd been feeling moments before were gone in an instant.  She
didn't need do speculate about how her show had been received; I had
unwittingly supplied absolute proof of my appreciation!  While I wouldn't
have thought of it myself, my little accident gave my girl everything she
needed to become assured of her daddy's love - and desire.

   The ride home was a bit uncomfortable for me, but the look of peaceful
joy in my baby's eyes made it all worthwhile.  She kept glancing at my wet
lap in wonderment the whole ride home.  Little did I know just how
effective my non-verbal communication had been!

   ***

   Preparing for the game that night was absolute torture.  On the one
hand, I had the best pictures ever of my baby girl...  but on the other, I
dared not show my buddies.  While Linda knew quite well that my friends had
ogled her pictures often enough (every time they saw her, the commented,
complimented, and basically made much of her), I wasn't sure that what
she'd shared with me that afternoon was something she'd want to share with
them.  I'd made sure to brief the guys not to comment too often nor too
blatantly about the more revealing photos they'd seen, for fear of her
becoming embarrassed and asking me to stop.

   On the other hand, these were absolutely the sexiest pictures she'd ever
given me, and I knew my friends would be every bit as appreciative as I.  I
wanted them to see my baby in action!  I wanted to show them just how hot
she really was!

   After much internal debate, I decided that, if her reaction to my
display this afternoon was any indication, she just might not mind...  So I
decided to talk to her.  After all, it was her body, and if she objected, I
probably shouldn't continue to let my friends view her thusly.

   With trepidation, I tapped on her door.

   "Linda?  Honey?  Can I talk to you for a minute?"

   "Sure daddy, come on in." Her voice carried a note of nervousness.  I
rarely asked to enter her room.  In fact, I rarely even looked in, except
to check in on her once in a while when she was being quiet or sleeping.

   She was sitting at her desk when I entered, playing some game on her
computer.  "What's up daddy?" she asked.

   "Not much," I replied calmly, sitting on the edge of her bed.  I just
wanted to get your opinion on something, if you don't mind.

   "Not at all," she replied happily, relieved that it wasn't anything
serious.  "What is it?"

   "Well," I edged toward the subject.  "You know how we take all those
pictures?  I think you know now how very much I love to look at you!" I
could feel my face burning a bit - who says grown men can't blush?

   "Yeah," she answered, giggling.  Her own face flushed a bit, though I
wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or excitement - I hoped it was the
latter!  "You sure do seem to like them a lot daddy!"

   "Oh, I do darling!  I do!  But..." I paused, not sure how to proceed. 
"Well, you know daddy loves to look at his little angel...  and you know I
think you're the prettiest girl in the whole world, and have pictures of
you all over the house and office."

   "Yeah...?" she egged me on.

   "Well...  You know my friends see those other pictures too.  They've
certainly told you often enough how pretty you are."

   She giggled.  "Yeah.  Sometimes I wonder if they don't like them as much
as you do daddy!"

   I smiled.  This might be easier than I'd anticipated.  "Actually
angel-face, they do like them as much as I do.  And they like the same ones
best as I like best!"

   "Oh," she said, not sure what that meant.  Then the realization dawned
and her face flushed.  "Oh!" She took a moment, swallowing.  "You mean...
the ones you don't put out where people can see them?"

   I nodded slowly.  "That's right honey.  Those are the ones.  Do you mind
that they've seen some of them?  I think you know by the way they talk to
you that they like them very much."

   She took a minute to ponder this.  I could almost see some of their
comments going through her head again.  With this additional information,
some of their comments took on new meaning, and she needed time to figure
out how she felt about that.  I guess it's one thing to know men appreciate
your beauty, and another to know they appreciate you as a woman.

   "Okay daddy," she finally said, nodding.  "Thank you for telling me."

   "You know honey," I said encouragingly, "If you don't want people to see
those pictures anymore, all you have to do is say so.  I've never shown
them to any but my very closest friends; and I'd never show them to anyone
who wouldn't appreciate them as I do.  But if you don't want to be seen,
I'll never show them again." I shrugged.  "I guess I just thought that...
well, you seem to like being looked at."

   She giggled again.

   I grinned.  "You do like being looked at, don't you darling?"

   "Yeah," she admitted finally.

   I pushed a bit.  "And do you like being looked at...  that way?"

   She turned the lightest shade of pink, and this time, I was certain it
wasn't embarrassment.  In a small little voice she admitted it.  "Yeah"

   I was ecstatic.  "That's great honey!  Because I know you're the most
beautiful little girl in the world, and I really love letting other men see
how pretty you are too!" I lowered my voice a bit.  "And how incredibly
sexy you are!"

   She looked up at me in surprise.  "Daddy?  You don't mind men looking at
me?  Most of my friends' daddies get all weird about it."

   "Not me darling!" I enthused, "I'd love to show you off!  But again,
I'll never show you off if you don't want me to."

   "Uh..." she said.  Clearly she had been concerned for my feelings, just
as I was for hers.  "If you really like to daddy...  I like to too!" She
glanced up at me, I think to reassure herself that I really didn't mind.

   "That's terrific honey!" I said enthusiastically.  "So it's okay if I
continue to let the guys see the pics I wouldn't show other people?"

   She shrugged, trying to act unconcerned, though I could see by her
flushed cheeks and erect nipples that she thoroughly enjoyed the idea. 
"It's okay with me daddy, if they really want to see me."

   "Oh, they do honey, they do.  And like me, the more they see of you, the
better!"

   "That's good daddy, 'cos you know what a camera junkie I am!  I like it
when you take lots of pictures!"

   "Oh," I slowed, to let it sink in.  "I don't just mean they like to see
lots of pictures of you - though it's true that we do.  I meant they like
to see more of you...  if you know what I mean!"

   She giggled again, her embarrassment dissipating.  "You mean they want
to see more skin!"

   I grinned wolfishly - an expression she was learning to appreciate. 
"That's right sexy baby girl.  They want to see more skin.  More of your
skin.  And so do I, of course!"

   She bantered back playfully, realizing she could tease openly about it
now.  "Well they didn't, but you've already seen everything daddy, when I
was a baby!"

   I chuckled.  "Oh, you're still a baby, hon.  But an infinitely cuter and
sexier baby now!  And I may have seen all of your babyness, but I haven't
seen all of your womanness...  yet!  But I - we - certainly love what we've
seen so far!  Your body is developing beautifully honey!"

   She gasped as if it had just occurred to her.  "You...  you have
pictures going down my top, showing my cleavage...  and your friends have
seen them!"

   "Not only that hon, but we've even gotten a few peeks at those
wonderfully round breasts of yours, capped by what are simply the most
perfect nipples ever created!"

   Her wide eyes got even wider.  "They've seen my nipples!" It wasn't a
question, it was a realization.

   "And love them baby!" I assured her.

   She thought a moment.  "And they've seen my panties?"

   "From perfect little bubble-butt to the cleft of your pussy when the
fabric's too tight baby.  And every view has brought them pleasure, believe
me!"

   "Um...  I guess I do believe you daddy."

   "And do you believe that I enjoy showing you off as much as you enjoy
being showed off?"

   "I do not!" she cried out in one last effort to maintain the façade.

   "Oh yeah?" I countered, "Then why are your nipples so hard just talking
about it?"

   She was stopped cold with that one, unable to come up with anything.  I
just smiled, and pressed on.

   "And do you believe now that I enjoy it too?" I asked soothingly.

   "Um...  I guess...?"

   "I can prove it," I offered, standing up, the bulge in my pants quite
obvious - and thrillingly enough, she didn't even hesitate, her eyes went
right there!

   She giggled again.  "Yeah, I guess you do daddy!  Sure looks like it
anyways!"

   I sat back down, my heart pounding.  Her eyes on my bulge had made my
pulse race with excitement!

   "Ahem," I said, clearing my throat to give myself a moment.  "Well now
that that's all straightened up.  There's just one more thing I need to
know."

   "What's that, daddy?" Linda seemed to know how excited I was, and how
exciting it was for me to be looked at that way by her.  Perhaps it was
only my imagination, but it seemed like she kept glancing down at my bulge.

   "Well darling, I want to make sure it's okay with you that I show them
the very best of the best.  The hottest, sexiest pictures I've ever taken
of you.  The ones that may very well cause them to cum in their pants!"

   She giggled, shocked but enjoying it.  "Daddy!  Shame on you!"

   "Well they made me cum in mine!" I retorted, shutting her up.

   For a moment she sat there.  This was the moment I'd been dreading.  She
could say "No" now, and I'd have to honor it, never letting my buddies see
just how much of a woman she'd become.  Or...

   She nodded.  "You're talking about today's pictures daddy?  Where I
touched myself?"

   It was my turn to nod.  Only in this case, it was because my throat was
too dry to speak.

   Moments passed before she spoke.  And when she finally did, it was a
surprisingly clear voice.

   "It's okay with me daddy.  If your friends want to see those pictures,
you can show them.  But they can't tell anyone else okay?"

   "Oh, I can guarantee that honey.  Absolutely.  They all like you very
much, and would never do anything to embarrass you or hurt you in any way,
you know that."

   She smiled.  "I know daddy.  They're nice men."

   I smiled at her wickedly.  "You do realize, do you not, that seeing
those pictures are going to make them very, very horny!"

   Linda grinned back at me.  "Yeah, I guess that might be true."

   "Heck, some of them might even cum in their shorts, like I did!"

   "Oh daddy, they will not!" she countered, laughing.

   "No, probably not honey," I said thoughtfully.  "It would be rude of me
to make them do that when I could let them cum into towels instead.  That'd
be less messy, don't you think?"

   My baby was a little confused at this comment.  "What do you mean daddy?
You're not going to let them take my pictures home to...  uh...  touch
themselves, are you?"

   "Of course not baby girl!  That wouldn't be right!  I'll let them jack
off right here, in the living room, where they can view your pictures on
the big screen TV, just like always!"

   "What?" she cried, shocked.

   I chuckled, "I told you baby, they really like your pictures.  I
wouldn't ask my best friends to drive all the way home with painfully hard
erections!  That'd just be mean!"

   "But...  but...  but daddy!  You mean you let them do it here?  While
looking at my pictures?"

   "Certainly honey!" I responded, watching her.  She didn't seem
embarrassed, and she certainly didn't seem to object.  But she was shocked
- and if I'm any judge - aroused by the thought.  "But like always honey,
if you don't want them to anymore, all you have to do is say so, and we
won't jack off together any more while looking at your pictures."

   "T-together?  All of you?" Her voice was barely a squeak.  Her face was
flushed anew at this revelation, and suddenly her knees were tight
together.

   I smiled at my girl, enjoying her arousal at my weekly game-night
activities.  Obviously the idea of a bunch of men ogling her and whacking
off got her quite horny!

   "That's right baby girl, all of us together in the living room, your
pictures on the TV, and all of us sitting there with our cocks in our
hands, stroking off while staring at you.  It's more exciting with us all
in the same room, because we can see each other jacking off too, adding to
the visual stimulation.  We often fantasize about you being inside the TV,
watching us play with ourselves."

   "You do?" She was panting now, her nipples like pencil erasers sticking
through her shirt.  "They do?  How do you know they do?"

   "Oh, we talk about things like that baby.  About how sexy and perfect
you are.  About how you look in different poses.  About how you seem turned
on by the camera.  And about how turned on we all get, jacking off together
to pictures of the sexiest fourteen year old on the planet!  You should see
how hard they cum!"

   She was quiet for a minute, as if imagining the sight.  Finally, in a
tiny little voice, she whispered, "I wish I could!"

   It was, quite frankly, the sexiest thing I've ever heard anyone say.  If
I hadn't already flooded my jeans earlier that afternoon, I surely would
have then and there!

   Gulping, I asked her softly, in a soothing voice, "Have you ever seen a
man jack off honey?"

   "No!" she said, "Of course not!"

   "Not even one of your boyfriends or schoolmates?"

   "No," she replied, her voice low and a bit sad.

   "But you'd like to?" I asked gently.

   "Heck yeah!" she said, then suddenly snapped her mouth shut.  Obviously
she didn't mean to be quite so exuberant.

   I chuckled softly.  "It's okay honey.  In fact, it's normal to be
curious and aroused about that sort of thing.  Especially at your age. 
It's too bad you don't have a boyfriend to show you though.  Masturbation
is a beautiful thing - even more so when it's shared!"

   "I've never even seen a hard penis!" she said glumly, as if upset to be
missing something.

   "Don't be silly honey, you saw mine just a few minutes ago!"

   "I did not!  All I saw was a bulge!" she said, whining.

   "Yeah well," I said jokingly, "If I whipped my cock out, you'd probably
run away screaming!"

   "No I wouldn't" she said seriously, looking me straight in the eye.

   "Yeah, but you don't want to see your old man's cock for your first
one!"

   "Why not?" she countered.

   I shrugged, "I don't know.  I guess it just seems like you'd want a boy
your own age for the first one."

   She scoffed.  "Boys my age are a bunch of immature creeps!  I'd rather
see yours."

   The poor dear was actually squirming in her chair with excitement now.
She knew that she was going to win this argument, and was eager to see it.
But I was going to make her work for it - partly because it was fun, but
mostly because I knew it'd only serve to work her up even more.

   "You'd rather see my what honey?" I prompted her.

   "Your penis daddy!" she giggled.  She knew I was playing with her now. I
never could win in any games with the little minx!

   "What about my penis baby?"

   "I wanna see it!" she cried out louder.  She knew well that a little
brattiness can be a fun form of banter.  We'd flirted that way often
enough.

   But I wasn't done yet.  She was squirming and bouncing in her chair,
eager for what she knew she was going to get.  Eventually.  But I wanted
her to take it to the appropriate level.

   "Tell you what baby.  When you ask like a grown up, using grown up
words, then I'll let you see it.  Fair enough?"

   She pondered a moment or two, then she did exactly what I wanted.  I
thought my heart would jump straight though my ribcage when she looked me
dead in the eye.

   "I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me see your cock, daddy!"

   My baby is, quite simply, the best!

   I stood up, my bulge poking out lewdly.  Smiling down at her, I cupped
her chin in my hand, bent down, and kissed her on the lips.

   "That's a good girl!" I commended her.  "Perfect!" I stepped back a bit,
away from the bed.  I was trying to get the appropriate distance, but
equally important, I needed a few seconds to get myself under control.  I
was throbbing so hard that it was quite likely that if I simply pulled it
out, I would then squirt all over her!  And I really didn't want that to be
her first experience with a cock!

   Taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned my shirt, peeling it off.  Not too
slowly, but not ripping it off either.  Trying to be casual, and calm; as
if this happened every day.  Doubtless it did, but probably not between a
man and his fourteen-year-old little girl!

   She watched every move like a cat watching a bird.  I felt nakeder with
my shirt off in front of her than I'd ever felt totally nude with any other
woman.  It was invigorating!  Stimulating!  It was thrilling and erotic!

   I slipped off my shoes, then unbuckled my belt.  Moving forward, I
reached out and took her hand, putting the buckle in it, then stepping
back, letting her pull the belt through the loops and off, getting her
involved in the process.

   She was delighted, giggling and clapping.  "You go daddy-o!"

   Grinning, I unbuttoned and unzipped, lowering my pants in a steady,
not-too-fast motion, then stepped out of them.

   I was standing in front of my little girl now, wearing only my briefs,
my cock hugely swollen and twitching, about three feet from her face as she
sat in the chair.  Her eyes were huge as she stared at my throbbing
package, the outline of my cock and balls clearly visible through the thin
fabric.

   Finally, I took another step back, away from her, to give her some
feeling of distance, then pulled my shorts down.

   Naturally, my cock popped up, gleefully free of its confines at last. 
And of course, the instant it was free, it began bobbing to the pulse of my
beating heart, swelling fuller, stretching longer, becoming rock hard and
larger than I'd ever seen it.  In my excitement, it was simply enormous!

   Linda just sat staring at it, watching the entire sequence, in rapt awe.

   Grinning down at her, I was struck again at her sweet, innocent face, so
like a little angle staring raptly at my swollen, throbbing cock.  I swear
I could actually feel her gaze on my penis, like the warmth of a heat lamp.

   We stayed thusly for several long, protracted moments until finally I
asked in a soft voice, so as not to startle her.  "Well baby girl, what do
you think?"

   She looked up at me, her eyes wide and joy-filled.  "It's wonderful
daddy!  I didn't think it would be so beautiful!" She looked back down at
my manhood, swelling anew at her attention.  "I...  I really like it
daddy!"

   I beamed down at her, certain there was a huge smile on my face.  "Yeah
honey?  You really like it?  You're not just being nice?"

   She looked up at me again.  "What?  Why would I do that?  It's
wonderful! Better than that even!  Just seeing it makes me feel...  like I
did at the park...  like I want to touch myself!"

   "Well then honey, maybe you can understand a bit now, how me and the
guys feel about looking at you?"

   "Oh" she said, startled.  "Well yeah, I guess...  I mean...  Uh, you
mean looking at me makes you feel as good as looking at you makes me feel?"

   "Something like that honey," I said, chuckling.

   "Well if it makes you feel this good," she said exuberantly, "then I
should let you look even more!"

   I beamed anew.  "That's my girl!" I said encouragingly.  "Always looking
out for the welfare of others!  But tell me the truth honey...  Doesn't it
also make you feel good to be looked at?  Sort of how it makes me feel good
to be looked at by you?  Can you see how horny it makes me to expose my
cock to you, to let you see it in all its glory?  Doesn't it make you feel
the same when we look at you?  Doesn't it make your nipples burn to feel
our eyes on them?  Doesn't it make your pussy twitch to know that a bunch
of horny old men are dreaming of seeing it un-covered?"

   She nodded, as if in a daze.  "Yeah daddy, it does.  It makes me feel
really happy and kinda scared-excited when you guys look at me.  Well when
all guys look at me.  But especially older men.  I know they're thinking of
doing naughty things with me, and that I shouldn't feel good about it.  But
the more I think about it, the better I feel anyway!"

   "Yeah huh?  What sort of things do you think they'd like to do with you
honey?"

   "Um...  Well like kissing I guess?  Only like real kissing, like in the
movies, with tongues and stuff.  And when they stare at my chest I guess
they're thinking about touching my boobies.  Squeezing and rubbing them. 
And when my nipples poke out I noticed they pay extra attention, like
they're thinking of touching them and maybe sucking on them?" She hesitated
here, apparently unsure if she should go on.

   "Exactly right honey.  Men do think of exactly those things when they
look at you, because you're so beautiful and sexy." I lowered my voice
conspiratorially.  "And they think of even more than that.  And I think you
know it!"

   "L-like what d-daddy?" she stammered.  While her voice sounded nervous,
her nipples and squirming made it clear that what she was really feeling
was excitement beyond clear speaking.

   "Like kissing your mouth honey, but also kissing your neck, and your
shoulders, and your breasts, and your nipples.  And not just with lips.  We
want to kiss your nipples with our tongues, our mouths.  We want to suck on
your titties, pulling them into our mouths, rubbing our tongues over them,
feeling them swell fully in our hot mouths, biting them gently with our
teeth to squeeze them.  We want to push our faces down onto your chest,
sucking hard to get as much of your sweet tits into our mouths as possible.
We want to feel your sexy young body against us, feel your smooth skin
under our fingers, taste your flesh, inhale your fragrance, and explore
your body with our hands, our lips, our tongues."

   "Ohhh..." she whispered softly.  "R-really daddy?"

   "Absolutely baby!" I exclaimed.  I noticed that her hand had found its
way between her legs, and they were squeezing tightly.  "How does it make
you feel to hear that honey?"

   She gulped.  "It makes me feel really...  uh...  excited daddy!"

   "So excited you have to touch yourself baby?"

   "Y-yes daddy..." she practically whimpered.

   My mouth was dry.  I had to ask though - I might never get a chance like
this again!

   "It feels good touching yourself in front of me, doesn't it baby?"

   "Oh yes daddy!" she exclaimed, happy for the confirmation.

   I pressed on, despite my fear.  "Do you think it would feel nicer if I
actually got to see honey?"

   She looked a little startled.  "Oh!  Um, I don't know..."

   "I think you do know baby-girl.  I think you know very well, but you're
just a little bit afraid.  And that's normal honey.  But you know how much
I want to see.  Is there anything I could do to encourage you to show me?"

   That got her attention.  There was obviously something she wanted, and
I'd just given her the key to getting it.  The question was, would she dare
ask?  She sat there, squeezing her hand between her legs for a moment or
two, staring at my thrumming cock, then finally worked up the courage to
ask.  "Can I see you touch it daddy?"

   A shudder ran down my back.  Goose bumps covered my arms.  I tried to
answer, then remembered I had to inhale air before I could exhale to speak.
Finally though, I got it out.

   "You mean you'd like to see me touch my cock, the same way I want to see
you rub your pussy?"

   She bit her lower lip, nodding.

   "It would be my pleasure baby!" I exclaimed.  I reached down slowly,
turning at an angle so she could get a full view as my big hand wrapped
around my throbbing shaft.  I moaned deeply at the contact.  "Ohhh baby! 
It feels so good to show you how I rub my cock!" I began stroking it,
barely squeezing it, barely moving my hand at first.  Suddenly I had to
whip my other hand down under the head as a big bead of pre-cum oozed out,
but I caught it.

   Linda squealed in delight.  "You did it daddy!  You squirted!  That's
sooo cool!"

   I chuckled softly.  "No baby, that's just pre-cum.  It's sort of a warm
up of what's to come.  When men get really excited, their cocks will ooze
pre-cum long before they actually cum.  It's a way to tell when we're
really excited, and it's also to help make things slippery.  You do know
that the cock's natural place is in your pussy, right?"

   I saw her whole body shudder at my carefully chosen words.  "Y-yes
daddy...."

   "Well your pussy is very tight baby.  It's way too small for this big
old cock to just push into!  So my cock makes some pre-cum so that it will
slide inside easier.  Sort of like how your pussy gets all juicy so my cock
can slide inside you easier."

   She simply nodded, informing me that that was indeed the case.  I could
see the gears turning in her head.  It made more sense to her now.

   I rubbed my palm over the head of my cock, smearing the pre-cum over the
helmet, making it all shiny and slick.  "See baby?  Now it's slippery, and
could slip between your pussy lips easier!  But that's not all pre-cum is
for." I winked at her.  "Many women find that it also makes it more fun to
stroke cocks!"

   "Wow daddy!  I want to try that!" she exclaimed excitedly.

   "Well now honey, you haven't really honored your agreement yet, have
you?" I chided gently.

   "Huh?  What agreement?" She thought a moment as I simply stood there in
front of her, cock in hand.  "Oh!" she giggled.  "Well I didn't ever
actually say I would..."

   "Fair enough," I shrugged, bending down to pick up my underwear, as if I
was leaving.

   "Daddy don't you dare leave now!" she cried out.  She suddenly got up
out of her chair, pushing me back onto the bed so I was sitting there. 
"I'm getting undressed.  You just stay there!"

   I chuckled softly.  "Well, if you insist!" I sat back on the bed, my
cock jutting up, gently caressing my cock as I watched my beautiful little
daughter.

   She didn't fool around like I did.  She simply pulled her sun dress up
over her head and tossed it aside.  Standing there in just her panties and
bra, she put to shame most of the finer bikini models I'd seen over the
years.  It wasn't the first time I'd seen her in this little, but it was
the first time I'd had my cock out, in my hand, in person - and it was all
I could do to keep from yanking it and cumming immediately!

   Fortunately for me, I didn't, for the show was just getting started. 
She reached back behind her to unhook her bra.  This was the first time I'd
ever seen her do this, and it was simply amazing how far her firm young
breasts jutted out when she did that!  I was in awe anew.

   But that was nothing compared to the awe I felt as she peeled the bra
off, tossing it aside.

   Artists throughout the ages have tried to capture what I saw in that
moment - and failed.  Being something of a pervert, I had seen a great many
breasts in my day.  And being something of a patron of the arts, I'd seen a
great many works of art.  None of that compared in the slightest to the
magnificence of my girl's breasts, bare to my eyes for the first time,
unrestrained by clothing and apparently unbound by gravity.  They bobbled.
They jiggled.  They positively levitated with her youthful firmness!
   [...to be continued...]