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   My Daddy - My Pimp Daddy

   By Loki925 ( M/gf+, inc )

   This story is totally fictitious and does not contain anything or anyone
in reality, whatever that is.

   Hi there, my name is Kayla.  My daddy told me if I ever wrote this story
not to use our last name, so I won't.  Now how does one start a story?  Oh
I know, let me give you my stats.  You know, my age, tit size, et cetera. I
am sixteen now.  I am 5' 4" tall and I weigh 124 sexy pounds.  That means I
have all the curves in the right places.  Now for the tits they are a
modest 34C.  A rather nice handful I think.  I have long brown hair with
blond highlights.

   I am sitting in a first class hotel in the middle of Paris.  I don't
like Paris or France so much, too many snotty people.  Even if you have a
ton of money like me and my sisters, the French tend to be snotty suck-ups.
Well enough of the smelly French, and on with the story.

   I am waiting for my sisters Rachel, she is fourteen, and Megan the baby,
she is twelve.  We are going to a five-star restaurant for dinner.  Of
course being so young, we will have escorts, or a bodyguard if you prefer.

   Now that you have a small picture of how things are today let me take
you back to yesterday.  Way back to when I was just 6 years old.  When I
was just 6, my mother was killed in a really bad car wreck.

   It was a very sad time for me, my sisters and my daddy, but somehow we
managed to get through it.  My daddy changed jobs, wanting to be home with
his girls.  Well it was not so much that he changed jobs, he started a
whole new career.

   He became a stock trader.  At first it was hard going but at that time I
really did not know it.  We lived okay, much like we did before when mom
was alive.  When I was 8 my daddy told me all about babies and stuff like
that but at that time I did not give it much thought.

   It wasn't until I was 9 years old that every once in awhile I saw my
daddy give me a strange look.  I wondered what that look was all about so I
asked him.  He told me that I was going to be a very beautiful woman and
that some day I would make some man very happy.

   Well I liked the comment, seeing as I was just starting to curve out. 
You know those curves a girl starts to get when she changes from a little
girl to a woman.  Well anyway I just had to check myself out.

   That night after I took my bath I looked into the mirror.  I did not
have any real curves yet, my nipples were just tiny bumps on my chest, and
my pussy was balder than my daddy's clean shaven face.  Still I liked what
I saw and thought my daddy was right.  I was definitely going to make some
man very happy.

   At that time I did not know how many men I would make happy, but believe
me it has been a whole lot.  About two days later after my mirror incident
I found a book in my daddy's room.  Now don't get any bad ideas about my
daddy, it was not a dirty book.  It was a book about a woman who ran an
escort service.

   An escort is a polite name for the world's oldest profession, a
prostitute or a hooker if you prefer.  Well I did not think the book was
any good, but it gave me this bright idea.  The woman in the book said she
normally got paid between $500 to $1,000 and sometimes even more for an
hour, just to let some guy have sex with her or one of her girls.

   Well let me tell you, no one but a hooker gets paid that much to do so
little.  Needless to say I had found my profession.  I wanted to be an
escort.  Now all I had to do was get some experience and some clients.  And
I knew just the person to give me all the experience I needed - my daddy.
And he could be my manager, my pimp daddy.  Well needless to say something
you think is going to be easy always turns out to be the hardest thing you
ever wound up doing.

   Clients they were the easiest part, but my daddy, wow!  It took me two
months before I could convince him to have sex with me.  Now I simply have
to tell you about the first time I succeeded with him.

   I was in my daddy's bed for the umpteenth time in a row.  He had been
resisting me, telling me that I was too young, but I could tell that his
resolve was gone.  I was totally naked and showing him my budding breasts
and hairless pussy.  "Play with me, daddy!" I said, rubbing myself.

   He was staring at me and finally I got to see my daddy's erect cock. 
Well let me tell you something, I am glad most men have an average six-inch
cock, because when I saw my daddy's whopping erect, ten-inch fat cock I
wanted to run back to my bed, hide under the covers, and stay there for the
rest of my life!

   But he was my daddy and, I knew he would not purposely hurt me.  I
opened my slim legs,expecting my daddy to slam his cock into me and pound
away at my little hole.  But instead my daddy put his mouth to my little
flaps and kissed and licked the pussy he had made with my mom.

   Even now when I think about it, it gives me goose bumps and makes me
hotter than fireworks on the fourth of July.  Excuse me for a moment, I
need to take off my dress.  It's getting hot in here.  There, that's much
better.

   Oh I guess I better get rid of the panties too.  They are just sopping
wet.  I hook my thumbs in the waistband and push them down over my butt. 
Over my hips, down my thighs, past my knees, over my calves, onto my
ankles, and finally I step out of them.  I wish you all could see me like
this, naked and horny.

   Easy down there honey pie, daddy will be home soon.  Now behave yourself
while I tell these nice people about my first time with my daddy.  I think
my pussy will behave now, at least for a little while, I hope.

   Now where was I.  Oh yeah, how could I forget?  My daddy's tongue was
inside my pink virgin tube and he was licking all around my inner cunt
meat. Then he put his big lips on my little button.

   Button, button, who's got the button?  There's my little button.  "Ah!"

   Excuse me, I have to play with myself while I continue my story.  I hope
that's okay with you?  Anyway, my daddy was gently sucking my clit.  It
felt like a storm was brewing in my small body, much like it does now as I
tickle my own clit.

   "Daddy, Oh Daddy!" I shouted now, and back then too.  I never dreamed
that having an orgasm could feel "Soooo gooood!"

   Magic finger now, and my daddy's tongue back then.  "Daddy!  Oh Daddy! I
am going to Cuuuummmm!" Get home quickly my daddy, my pimp daddy, my stud
daddy!

   My sparks of pleasure quickly faded.  I wanted more.  "Daddy, give me
more!" I said back then.  Oh excuse me, I just heard my daddy enter our
hotel suite.

   "K, Where is my tie?" I heard my daddy say.

   Hee, hee.  "In here, daddy." I called back.  I did tell you we were
going to have an escort didn't I?  I just did not tell you it was my daddy.

   I guess we won't be going to dinner tonight.  Well that's fine with me
and I am more than sure it will be fine with my sisters.  I quickly got on
my bed and spread my legs as wide as I could, setting the trap for my
daddy.

   I like the way men look at my bikini-trimmed box, but I really love the
way my daddy looks at me.  My daddy loves me, you see.  All the men who
used to pay me, well all they wanted was a fantasy and a good fuck.

   I won't tell you how good a fuck I was, and still am!  Because you see
anyone who paid to fuck me, paid for the fantasy girl I was to all my
dates. It's all a trick, smoke and mirrors, a brief moment where the guy
who's fucking me truly believes he is my dad.

   Every date I have had went away happy and wanting to see me again, and
again.  The same is true about my sisters.  We all take pride in pleasing
our clients.

   "K?  How come you're not dressed?" I heard my daddy say.

   "Well Daddy," I smiled, "I was writing my book and, and I was up to the
part where you gave me my first orgasm."

   "Oh I see," My daddy said looking at me.  I just love that look from my
daddy, lust and love, you can't beat that.

   "Come to bed Daddy, make love to me." I smiled back.

   "What about dinner?"

   "Oh pooh on butterfat French food.  I would much rather make love to
you."

   "Kayla, just what am I going to do about you?"

   "Love me Daddy, always love me." I answered and I already knew he would.

   While we are waiting for my daddy to get undressed let's go back to that
first time.  After my daddy gave me some double orgasms----- Sorry guys
that you can only pop one cum at a time, we girls can have multiples.  But
then you do have multiple spurts, don't you?

   Anyway I could see that my daddy wanted to put his big pole into me. 
But I could also see he was hesitating, not wanting to actually make love
to his own daughter.  All the dates I ever had never hesitated, but my
daddy to this day still thinks twice about what he is doing.  I love him
even more for that.

   Back then I put my arms around my daddy's neck just as I am about to do
now and I said now and back then, "Daddy, I love you so much."

   "I love you too," my daddy's voice echoed in time.

   Back then as my daddy's big pole entered me, it made me shudder.  I
guess it still does because I am shuddering now.  Back then it was hard for
my daddy to get his big pole into me.  Now it just delightfully slides into
me.

   Back then I could feel my little bald box stretch around my daddy's big
cock.  Even now I can still feel my little honey pot stretch welcoming my
daddy's big pole.  I like the feeling of my daddy's cock moving into me now
as I did then.

   On dates it's no big deal to separate them from me and daddy but I will
get into that later.  My daddy paused back then and he still does now. 
Like I still have a hymen!  It's so cool to feel the fat head of my daddy's
cock just waiting inside of me.

   Now and back then, I kissed my daddy very deeply.  Our tongues mingled
darting around in each other's mouths.  Then across time I say the same
thing, "Daddy, make love to me."

   You see that is part of the difference.  And oh yes, I never ever kiss a
date on the lips.  I fuck dates but I make love to my daddy.  Back then I
winced as my daddy's cock ripped my hymen to shreds.  I still wince but I
don't know why I still do that.

   My hymen was gone and I was one very happy little girl.  I felt like a
stuffed turkey with my legs up.  Back then I could not wrap my legs around
my daddy but now, Oh now, they go all around his slim waist.

   Across time my daddy looks into my eyes and before he can speak, I say,
"Daddy, I love you, your cock feels so good inside of me." And he gives me
that caring loving smile that he gives all his girls.

   Back then the fat head of his cock pressed mightily against my cervix
and it still does.  Across time we give each other more sloppy kisses.  I
feel my daddy's cock slowly pulling back.  Then he starts to slowly pump
his pole back and forth, riding my clit with each stroke.

   My daddy sure knows how to make love to a girl.  Oh by the way girls,
you can't have him, he is all ours.  And he would not have it any other
way, anyhow.  I totally relax and enjoy my daddy's pole as it takes me to
orgasm land, the land of delight.

   "Oh daddy I---I love Youuuu!" I cry and my orgasm fires across the
years.

   Now I can get my daddy off any time I want to, but then it would be
fucking and not making love to my sweet pimp daddy.  I let my daddy enjoy
my body as I enjoy his.  It's only when I feel his pole swell up inside of
me that I take him to heaven.

   Using all of my tube I squeeze my daddy's fat cock.  I want him to fill
me up with his blank shooting cum.  That's right, my daddy shoots blanks.
After Megan was born and even though my daddy always wanted a son, he had a
vasectomy.

   To this day my daddy told me, he did not regret having a vasectomy, not
one bit.  And I believe him.  He has never lied to me and I know he never
will.

   Now where was I?  Oh yes, how could I forget.  Maybe I should pause a
while, but then you will never know how much staying power my daddy has. 
He has had lots of training with three very sexy, happy girls.  We are big
girls now, but we were little girls back then.

   I never beg my daddy to cum.  I don't say things like, "Cum in me Daddy,
cum in me Daddy.  Cum for me daddy----Yes, Oh yes!!"

   That's for dates.  They love to hear that shit and other nasty stuff, it
turns them on.  With my daddy it is my actions now and before that speaks
volumes, as to how much I want my daddy's blank cum deep inside of me. 
Across time, like a double image I feel my daddy fill me up to the brim
with his sweet pimp daddy blank cum.

   As I cum, my pussy fills up to the brim.  My tube is on automatic,
milking my daddy's cock and getting all his blank stuff into me.  My box
doesn't know it's blanks, all it knows is that it's cum.  I squeeze the
last drop out of my daddy's big pole and add my juice to his.

   Then I hear, "Kayla!  What are you doing?  We were supposed to go to
dinner."

   It's my sisters, Rachel and Megan.  I know they are not angry, just a
little jealous that I had daddy all to myself.  "Oh Rachel, don't be such a
pooh.  I ordered some Kolbe steak for dinner.  It will be here in an hour.
In the meantime you two can have some fun with daddy while I write my
story."

   "It's not all your story." Rachel said in a huff.

   "Yeah it's mine too," Megan added.

   "Oh I know that, and you two will get your chances to add your parts."

   "Girls she did promise, she would let you write your parts." I heard my
daddy say, lifting his soft rod out of me.

   At the sight of daddy's cock I could see my sisters' mood change
instantly.  "Let's go to my bedroom, girls, and have some fun." Daddy said.


   "Okay daddy," they both chimed and blushed just a little.  I watched as
my daddy got out of bed.  He took Rachel and Megan's little hands.  I
enjoyed the sight of his taut butt as he walked out of my bedroom and
disappeared into the main room of our large VIP suite.

   Oh I need a moment to calm down------.  There all better now.  Now where
was I?  Oh yes, my first time with daddy.  I could feel my daddy's cock
starting to get soft, but I wanted more.  However daddy knew better and
said I should take a nice warm bath.

   Well I was a little sore, maybe just a tad more than a little sore.  My
dad picked me up and carried me into his bathroom.  He is 6'1" tall and
still weighs 190 lbs.  He works out at least one hour a day and he used to
teach judo.  Once I saw him take on five guys in a judo exhibition.  Let me
tell you I was very impressed.

   You may have wondered why I call him my pimp daddy.  Shortly after the
first time I got him to make love to me I explained to daddy that I
intended to become a professional escort and make lots of money.  He tried
to talk me out of it but soon he realized that I was set on doing that.

   So daddy said if that was how it was to be, he would carefully screen
business associates of his and then introduce nice men to me.  I don't
think he realized it at the time, but in fact daddy soon became my pimp. 
Later on when Rachel and Megan decided they wanted to join me in the escort
business, daddy began pimping for them too.

   I would tell you about a bad client Rachel had but now is not the time.

   It's bath time with my daddy and my first cocksucking lesson.  Oh!  I
just cannot sit here and write while I know my daddy is having fun with my
sisters.

   I will get to bath time and cocksucking in the next chapter, so please
stay tuned.  There is a lot more to CUM!!  Hee, hee.

   Part 2: Kayla's story continues:

   Finally after sex, dinner, and more sex everyone but me is asleep.  I am
sitting at daddy's desk in his bedroom.  My sisters Megan and Rachel are
naked on the bed and cuddled up close to daddy.

   I am looking at his limp cock and it takes me back to my first
cocksucking lesson when I was nine.  There I was sitting with my daddy in a
tub of warm water.  We had some fun washing each other following our first
lovemaking session.  Then, needless to say like now, I became fixated on
his soft pole.

   I reached into the warm water and took my daddy's soft meat into my
hand. Even soft I realized I would need two hands to hold it properly.  I
took my other hand and put it around his cock and started to stroke it.  I
looked up at my daddy and asked, "Daddy, can you show me how to give you a
blowjob?"

   "Where did you learn about blowjobs?" he asked.

   "I read it about them in a book," I smiled.

   "What book?"

   "The one you had in your room about the woman who ran an escort
service."

   My daddy did not say anything for some time.  But I could see by the
look in his eyes that he knew what I wanted to do.  I never asked him.  But
later when I told him about wanting to become an escort, he only gave me
the pros and cons about being an escort.

   Then he said, "Okay Kayla, I will show you all you need to know about
blowjobs."

   "Thank you, Daddy," I said with a bright smile.

   My daddy told me that men's balls are very sensitive.  He told me that
some men like a girl to put a finger up their butt-hole while they have
their cock sucked.  Daddy told me so much stuff about what men like and I
have used it all, satisfying many a client.

   Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me towards his bed.  He put
me down by the bed and tossed several towels onto the bed.  He lay down and
spread his legs.  His cock was all mine to practice on, giving him my first
blowjob.

   Now I looked back at him sleeping on the bed and I decided to give him a
nice surprise.  Like I did back then, I crawled onto my daddy's bed.  I
eased up to his double-size, limp, cannelloni noodle, took it in my hands
and examined it.

   Cocks still fascinate me.  Maybe it's because I don't have one.  But I
have had tons of them to play with and make happy.  Well there I was now
and then, looking at the fat, grainy head of my daddy's cock.

   The head of a man's cock is the most sensitive and delicious part of a
man's pole.  And it is where all his stuff comes out.  I opened my mouth as
wide as I could.  Back then I could only just get the fat, mushroom-shaped
head of my daddy's cock into my little mouth.  Even now I never go past
halfway down on his cock.

   There are some dates that paid a lot extra to throat-fuck me, but that
was much later on in my career as an escort.  Back then I listened to my
daddy's instructions and just like he told me back then and now, I closed
my lips around his scrumptious, sensitive, fat cock head.

   Then like it was some kind of giant lollypop, I started to suck it.  I
could feel all the soft grains of my daddy's cock as I moved my lips up and
down that fat wonderful head of my sweet pimp-daddy's cock.

   Following my daddy's instructions back then, and as I am doing now, I
put both of my small hands on his blue-veined shaft.  I started to stroke
his shaft and suck his fat cock head, and was thrilled as I am now as my
daddy's cock started to rise up once again.

   I looked up at my daddy's face back then.  I could see that he approved
of the way I was sucking his cock.  And now I could see his eyes start to
open.  He smiled at me as he did back then.

   I opened my mouth, but before I could speak I heard, "Kayla, don't you
ever get enough?"

   I smiled.  "No Rachel," I said, "do you?"

   My sister smiled back at me then said, "Move over, there is plenty of
daddy for all of us."

   "Daddy, don't leave me out." I heard Megan say, rubbing her eyes as she
awoke.

   "Don't worry," daddy said and he lifted Megan over his head.  Megan
giggled as daddy held her in the air.  I watched him lower her down onto
his chest.  He gently pulled her legs back until her cunt was even with his
mouth.

   Megan extended her hands and added them to mine and Rachel's.  All three
of us started to pump, lick and suck daddy's cock, as he sucked on Rachel's
sweet honey pot.  Even though I now have to share my daddy's cock with my
sisters, it is way more fun now than it was back then.

   And the reason for that, well it's very simple.  And here it is: I put
my hand between Rachel's legs and my fingers found her button just about
the time she found mine.  Buttons away, we played with each other's hot
pussies.

   Magic fingers in and out of each other's hot boxes, we sucked and nursed
on daddy's sweet cock.  Now you get the picture why it's more fun now than
it was back then.  Hee, hee.

   Rachel was right.  There's more than enough of daddy and all of us to go
around and make each other more than satisfied and happy.  It's hard for
all of us to pop at the same time, but tonight was one of those times.

   All at once we exploded with daddy's cum spraying our faces.  We
squeezed daddy's cock for the last drops of cum and licked each other's
faces, getting the last of his wonderful goop off of us.

   After that we were all very exhausted.  We girls fell asleep hugging our
wonderful pimp daddy and each other.

   Rachel tells her story:

   Hi, my name is Rachel.  I am fourteen now and just like my sister Kayla,
I have curves in all the right places.  I am an inch shorter than she is
and my tits are smaller than hers, but we are both still rounding out and
growing our womanly curves.

   I am sitting at my daddy's desk dressed in nothing but my panties. 
Kayla is here dressed the same way.  She said she had a surprise for me.  I
wonder what it could be.  But knowing my sister as I do, I am sure it will
be lots of fun.

   It was just 7 years ago when we moved for the first time.  Back then I
was a little unhappy about moving and the reason was, I was studying to
have my First Communion.  When we moved I had to start all over again.

   However the new house was much larger.  Back then I had no idea how we
could afford such a big and beautiful house.  But now I know all about how
we did it.  One of Kayla's dates gave our pimp daddy a lot of insider
information in exchange for free dates with Kayla.  The guy could not use
the information himself because the SEC monitors that, but Daddy made a
killing in the stock market.

   At that time Kayla's date was ten times richer than our family, but now
compared to us he is a poor slob who can't even afford to date Kayla, or
any of us girls.  Having no need for dates any more and at $10,000 an hour,
we have just about priced ourselves out of the escort business.  But there
are a few men out there who can still afford us very-high class escorts.

   We escorts can bleed you dry, so watch out fellers.  And remember it's
just like Kayla said, it is just a fantasy.  A wonderful dream you're
purchasing for a brief moment in time.  All the girls in my family are
fantasy experts.  We'll do our best to give you guys full value for your
money.

   Now without further ado, this is the rest of my story.  Like I said, I
was just 7 and studying for my First Communion.  My new teacher's name was
Father Pierre and he was a short man with a balding head.

   It was during my first class that it happened.  Father Pierre was
hearing our mock confessions, preparing us to have our first confession.

   When it was my turn I started, "Bless me father, for I have sinned.  It
has been one week since my last confession.  I took a piece of candy
without asking my sister for permission.  That's all I have,father," I
said.

   Then father Pierre asked me something really strange.  He asked me if I
had any impure thoughts.

   "Father," I asked, "what's an impure thought?"

   Then he said something even stranger.  He said, "Impure thoughts are
about boys."

   Well at that time I thought boys were yucky, so I said, "No father, I
don't think about boys at all."

   "Good," Father Pierre said, "But I must examine your panties to be
sure."

   I was shocked.  I did not even let my daddy see me dressed in my panties
any more.  It just was not lady-like to show anyone your panties.  All the
nuns in my old school told us girls that every day.  It was boring.

   Now a priest, a man of God, was asking to see my panties.  I did not
know what to say or do.  Then I heard Father Pierre say, "If you want me to
grant you absolution you must show me your panties."

   Well I definitely wanted to be forgiven for taking my younger sister's
candy without asking her, so I stuttered, "Ok---ay, Father."

   I lifted my skirt up and dropped it back down as fast as I could.  I
guess Father Pierre had a good enough look, because he gave me my penance
of ten Hail Mary's and one Our Father, and granted me absolution.

   When the class was over I was still troubled by the whole incident with
Father Pierre.  I wanted to talk to Kayla about what had happened.  I did
not think I could talk to my daddy about such girl stuff.  I did not know
then how wrong I could be about that.

   In the new house we girls had our own bedrooms.  It was a nice change,
not having to share a room with my baby sister.  I changed my clothing and
waited for Kayla to get home from soccer practice.  Well it was not soccer
practice at all, she was on a date.  But back then I did not know that.

   Kayla got home and went into our daddy's room as she always did.  When
she came out of his room I was waiting for her by the bathroom we girls
used.

   When she saw me I guess she could see that something was wrong, because
she smiled and said, "Something bothering you, Sis?"

   Meekly I answered, "Yes."

   "Well I need to take a shower, but we can talk in the bathroom if that's
okay."

   "Sure." I answered.

   I followed my sister into the bathroom.  I closed the door and sat down
on the toilet.  I waited for Kayla to finish brushing her teeth and gargle.
I noticed that she was doing that a lot more lately, but I did not think
anything about it.

   Little did I know the reason for her fastidious brushing and gargling
was because she had just given some date a blowjob.  When she was done I
said, "Kayla, tell me about boys and babies."

   "Daddy will tell you all about that when you're 8 years old," she
answered and started to strip off her clothing.

   "Can't you tell me?" I asked.

   "That's daddy's job, not mine," she answered and started to run the
shower.

   "Well can you at least tell me about im---impure thoughts?"

   My sister was about to take off her panties but stopped.  Then she
asked, "Who asked you about that?"

   I was somewhat embarrassed but managed to blurt out, "Father Pierre. 
Then he asked me to show him my panties."

   "He did what?" I could see that Kayla was pissed.

   Now as I write this I turn back to her and ask, "What did you really
think when I told you about Father Pierre?"

   "I thought he was a pervert and I still do.  But at least like all our
dates, he did become a paying pervert."

   "Yeah, he was a pervert with a hot-dog sized dick, but like you say, he
was a paying pervert."

   "Don't forget to tell me when you get to the part where you made love
with daddy for the first time."

   I sort of guessed what my sister had in mind and with a smile I said, "I
won't forget."?

   Well anyway, back to the story.  I was in the bathroom with my sister
and like I said she was pissed.  She looked at me and then said, "Let's
take a bath together and I will tell you all about boys, babies, and a
whole lot more."

   It had been about six months since we had last taken a bath together,
but I said, "Okay."

   My sister changed the shower to a bath and I started to undress.  I had
asked Kayla about this part because it included her, but she said I should
write it until I got to the part with daddy.

   Well anyway back then I looked at my sister because she was two years
older than me.  I guess I wanted to see how she changed, so I would know
what was going to happen to me.  The only thing I knew about boys and girls
was what my mom had told me.  She told me that girls had "honey pots" and
boys had "worms".

   As I pulled down my panties, I noticed that Kayla's honey pot was very
pink around the middle and it had some dried stuff on it.  I wanted to ask
her about it, but decided not to.  We got into the tub and Kayla told me
all about boys and babies.

   When she was done I was totally shocked.  A boy's thing was called a
"penis" or a "cock", or many other names.  Well I could understand that,
but the idea of a boy putting his worm, excuse me, cock into a girl and
then squirting stuff into her to make a baby was weird.  I don't know why I
still use "worm" but maybe it's because that is what my mom told me a boy's
sex part was.

   Anyway, I did not think I wanted any boy putting anything into my honey
pot.  I was more than wrong about that.  I soon found out I really liked my
pussy filled with man-meat,especially my daddy's cock.

   On dates it's my job to make a man feel like he is the king of the
world, or whatever he wants to be.  But sex with daddy is truly magical. 
Oops, I am sorry.  I am getting off track.

   Well there I was naked in the tub with my sister, still trying to accept
what she had just told me about boys and girls.  Then she asked me, "Sis,
you want to have some fun?"

   "Fun?" I questioned, "You mean play with toys like Megan does?"

   "No.  We are too big for toys but there are many other ways we can have
fun."

   "How?"

   "We can play the button game." She smiled.

   "The button game, what's that?"

   Then she told me every girl has a "clitoris", "clit", or a "button" and
if you play with your button it will make you feel really good.

   At first I thought she was teasing me so I said, "Yeah right, a button."

   Then she said, "Would you like to see my button?"

   I was still skeptical, but I said, "Okay, show me your button." I was
expecting her to show me something, but I had no idea what it would be. 
She put her hands to her slit and opened herself up.  I had no idea you
could do that, but my sister did say a boy had to put his cock into a
girl's honey pot in order to make a baby.  My sister stood up.  I could see
her pink inner flesh.

   I guessed that was where a boy's cock went.  I watched her fingers move
up her small pussy.  She pulled her lips back so I could get a good look at
her.  Then she said, "This is my button."

   She moved her fingers and pressed on her pussy and out popped a little
round, pink, tiny button.  It is hard to find the exact words for what I
thought back then.  All I remember thinking was, "Wow!  There is a whole
lot more to my honey pot than just pissing and wiping."

   I do remember what my sister said next.  She said, "Go ahead and touch
it, sis."

   Rachel continues her story:

   Well there I was sitting in the bathtub looking at my sister's wide open
pussy.  Her little button was exposed and almost begging me to touch it,
but I was hesitant.  I looked up at my big sister and she smiled at me.  I
took my wet hand and extended my finger.  Slowly I reached towards my
sister's clit.  I placed my finger on her button.  It felt like any other
piece of wet flesh but at the same time it had a strange feel to it, a
feeling I still cannot describe.

   "Rub it, Sis," Kayla said.

   Gently I rubbed my sister's clit.  "Like this," Kayla said.  She took my
finger and pressed it harder against her button.  With intermittent up,
down, and around strokes she showed me how to play the button game.  But
that was only half of the game.  I could feel my sister's button get harder
and bigger.  Her legs were beginning to shake.  I stopped.

   "Why did you stop?" Kayla asked.

   "You were beginning to shake and I thought something was wrong."

   My sister gave me her patented, "Hee, Hee!" Then she said, "That happens
all the time when you play the button game."

   "Why?"

   "I will show you why."

   "Okay."

   "Turn around."

   "Okay." I said and turned with my back towards my sister.  Kayla sat
down and opened her legs.  She put her arms around my waist and said,
"Scoot back."

   I moved back until my butt was touching her honey pot.  Back then I was
just small enough to fit between my sister's legs.  Now with me at fourteen
and her at sixteen the difference in size between us is not as large as it
was back then.

   But there are many delightful ways to play the button game.  And we
three sisters play it a whole lot, with daddy and without daddy.

   "Good," Kayla said and continued, "Now give me your hand and I will show
you how to play with your own button."

   I put my hand into my sister's hand.  Slowly she moved our joined hands
into the warm water.  I looked into the water and watched as our joined
hands approached my pussy.  I continued to watch as Kayla guided our
connected fingers to my bald slit.

   Together we rubbed my finger up and down my crack.  I was beginning to
feel very strange.  I could feel Kayla's honey pot on my butt.  With the
same rhythm we were using to stroke my slit, Kayla was moving her pussy up
and down against my soft butt, mashing herself into me.

   "Kayla," I said, "something strange is happening to me."

   "Hee, Hee!" she laughed, then said, "You're going to have your first
orgasm very soon.  Try not to scream."

   "Scream?" I thought, "now why would I want to do that?" Then I felt my
legs begin to tremble.  Something deep inside of my honey pot began to
ache. I felt like I wanted something inside my pussy and I wanted it bad. I
wanted to shove my fingers into my pussy but I heard Kayla say, "Later Sis,
later."

   "Please." I begged.

   "Hee, Hee!"

   I tried to ram my finger into my pussy, but Kayla was not going to let
that happen.  She was stronger than me and I was burning from the inside
out.  Then all at once something big was building inside of me.

   "Please Sis, pretty please!" I begged.

   Kayla mashed her honey pot into my butt.  She nibbled on my ear.  I was
feeling a little dizzy.  Then all at once it happened.  "O----!"

   Kayla put her hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming.  As I
thrashed about in the water, I heard Kayla whisper, "Daddy's going to love
your little pussy."

   "What?" I shouted into Kayla's hand.  But she was too far gone to
answer, shaking with her own orgasm.  I put my pen down and returned to
reality.  My panties were soaking wet.  I could not believe I had an orgasm
just thinking about the first one I ever had.  I felt Kayla put her arm
around me.

   She hugged me and said, "Love you, Sis."

   I looked up at her and said, "Love you too."

   "Here is the present I promised you," she said.  Then with her other
hand she reached around me and I was totally aghast, for in her hand was an
exact rubber replica of daddy's cock.

   I looked at the rubber cock joyfully but my joy soon turned to
disappointment.  While it may have looked like daddy's cock it was not
attached to daddy.  But every once in a while it could be fun to use it.

   I looked at my sister and asked, "Where did you get that from?"

   "It's my birthday present from daddy.  We went to this place that takes
rubber castings of hard cocks.  Once they have the casting they can make
thousands of cock dildos.  The guy who made the mold asked daddy if he
could sell his casting but there was no way I was going to let daddy do
that.  So we only had three made, one for each of us girls.  When they were
done I made sure the guy destroyed the original casting."

   Rachel's Firsts:

   Meagan was out with daddy.  During this one-year world tour daddy would
spend the entire day with one of us girls sight seeing.  Sometimes daddy
had to see the same thing three times but he never complained.

   After Kayla showed me the rubber replica of daddy's cock I wanted to try
it out.  But she said that I should continue the story and when I got to a
certain part I could try it out.  I already knew what that part would be.
Well back to the story.  There I was in the tub with my sister.  As she
finished shaking I said, "What did you mean, daddy is going to love my
pussy?"

   "Hee, Hee," she laughed.  Then Kayla told me all about her, daddy, and
her job as an escort.

   My head was spinning.  I could hardly believe a word she said.  I would
not even let daddy see me in my panties and here she was not only letting
daddy see her naked but letting him and, and other men, put----.  I could
not even finish the thought about it.  I looked at my sister and said, "It
can't be true, can it?  Do you really let daddy put his, his cock inside
you and, and other men too?"

   My sister smiled and said, "Trust me Sis, it's true.  Do you want to
know where I was today?"

   "No, I mean yes, tell me where you were."

   "I was with my, 'No Daddy please don't fuck me!' date."

   "I, I don't understand."

   Kayla told me all about her date.  He was an older man who had a
daughter he lusted after, but instead of raping his daughter Kayla would
pretend to be his daughter.  "You see," she said, "in a strange way I am
helping a nice man stay out of jail and getting paid for it."

   "Are you sure he is a nice man?" I questioned.  He did want to rape his
daughter, I thought.

   "Other than ripping my panties off, which he pays extra for and fucking
me really hard, he is very nice to me.  And daddy told me he is a very good
father to his little girl."

   "How does daddy know?" I asked.

   Kayla told me that every date she goes on has to meet certain
requirements which daddy had set.  She did not know what the requirements
were but she was sure they were very high.

   At this point I would like to point out one thing.  The bad date Kayla
mentioned earlier was more of a misunderstanding than a bad date.  But I am
not going to get to that just now.

   Now back to the story.  The last thing I asked Kayla was how much she
got paid.  When she told me the minimum she made on a date was $500, I
wanted to be an escort just like her.

   She warned me against becoming an escort just because there was a lot of
money involved.  She said there was a lot more to being an escort than just
fucking and sucking cocks.  She also said that being an escort could make
me jaded against all men, thinking that the only thing men wanted from a
girl was a good fuck.

   At 7 years old it was a lot for me to consider.  But I knew that with
Kayla's help and my soon-to-be pimp daddy's help I would become the best
escort I could be.  Now all we had to do was convince daddy to become my
pimp daddy too.

   We got out of the tub and dried off.  We wrapped towels around us and
went to Kayla's room.  When we arrived in Kayla's room we made plans for
that very night.

   As afternoon rolled into evening, I was becoming very nervous but
excited about making love to daddy for the first time.  Kayla did not help
my nervousness one bit.  She just had to tell me that daddy did not have a
'worm' of a cock, he had a giant ten-inch snake!

   I measured ten inches on myself and it was from the bottom of my bald
slit all the way to my belly button.  Kayla saw how nervous I was becoming.
She tried to assure me that if a baby could get out of a woman, I could get
all of daddy's cock into me.

   But I was not a woman.  I was a 7-year-old, 52-inch-tall, little girl
and that would make 10 inches almost 1/5 of my entire height.  8:30 p.m
arrived and Megan had been asleep for at least 15 minutes.

   Megan's bedtime back then was 8 o'clock, mine was 9 o'clock, and Kayla's
varied depending on whether she had a date or not.  But her bed time was no
later than 11 o'clock.

   Well there I was holding Kayla's hand, dressed in my Princess Barbie
printed pajamas with a pair of white cotton panties underneath, panties
that daddy had not seen me wearing since I was 5 years old.  I don't know
why I was thinking about my panties back then but it was the only thing
that was truly on my mind.

   We walked into my daddy's room.  He was sitting at his desk doing stuff
on his computer.  I guess he heard us enter his room because he turned
around and asked, "What can I do for you, girls?"

   I was speechless, knowing that any minute now daddy would see me in my
panties.  Kayla squeezed my hand.  I cleared my throat and said, "Daddy, I
want you to make love to me."

   I could see that daddy was angry but not at me.  He looked at Kayla and
asked, "Kayla, did you put her up to this?"

   "Not really," she answered.  Then she told daddy all about Father
Pierre. When Kayla was finished he looked at me and said, "Why did you ask
your sister about Father Pierre instead of asking me?"

   "I am sorry daddy, but I did not think you knew anything about girl
stuff."

   My daddy smiled and then said, "Just because Father Pierre asked to see
your panties, which was the wrong thing to do, does not mean we should make
love, Rachel."

   "Father Pierre has nothing to do with it.  According to the Catholic
Church I have reached the age of reason.  That means I should know the
difference between right and wrong."

   Daddy was not a Catholic; all of us girls knew that.  Mom was, and when
daddy married her he had to promise that all their children would be raised
as Catholic.  Daddy never broke that promise and to this day we girls
consider ourselves to be good Catholics.

   "Rachel, according to the same Catholic Church you and I having sex
together would be wrong, is that not so?"

   "Yes it is.  But then you always tell me, "Just because everyone jumps
off a cliff does not mean you have to follow them."

   Daddy sat there just looking at me.  I don't know what he was thinking
about.  He never told me and I never asked him.  But him sitting there just
looking at me and me thinking about my panties was making me really
nervous.

   I guess he could see that because the next thing he said was, "Rachel
it's okay, you don't have to be nervous."

   "Daddy, I will try not to be."

   "Good," he said, "Because I have decided to make love to you and add you
to my stable of girls."

   "You have?" I said with a giant smile.

   "Yes I have, but on one condition."

   I frowned a little but then daddy said the only condition was that Megan
must never know until she was 7 years old like me.  He made both of us
swear a solemn oath that we would never tell Megan about us having sex with
him until she was 7.

   After we swore daddy said, "Okay Rachel, take off your pajamas.  You too
Kayla, and we can get started."

   "Daddy," I said, "could you turn around just this one time?"

   Daddy laughed at my shyness but then he turned around.  I breathed a
sigh of relief.  I still did not want daddy to see me in my panties.  Kayla
said it was dumb but it was not dumb to me.  I totally did not mind being
naked in front of daddy but the idea of standing there in just my panties
made me very nervous.

   A few days later I totally got over it and now I hang around the house
like all my sisters dressed in nothing but a pair of panties.  I quickly
stripped off my pajamas and panties.  When I was totally naked I said,
"Okay daddy, I am ready."

   I am sorry but this writing stuff about having sex with my daddy for the
first time is making my pussy sopping wet.  I just have to pause here and
try out that rubber imitation of daddy's cock.

   I turned towards my sister.  She was smiling and holding two rubber
imitations of daddy's cock, one in each of her hands.  "Kayla, can I borrow
your patented, Hee, hee?"

   "Sure Sis, any time." she said.

   "Hee, hee!" from me and my sister.  Stay tuned for the next chapter,
that is if you want to find out if daddy got all of his big snake into my
tiny mouse hole!

   Sisters in Love:

   "Just one more time, Rachel," Kayla said to her sister, lying on the bed
with her pussy wide open and distended.

   Rachel's cunt was also swollen and still popping small bits of pleasure.
But she could not decline her sister any more than she could refuse herself
the pleasure of her daddy's imitation rubber cock.  The dildos had been a
present from daddy to Kayla on her 16th birthday, three of them modeled on
his cock, one for each of the sisters.

   Rachel took the large dildo and began to slowly screw it into her older
sister's pleasure-inflamed cunt.  Kayla took her own imitation daddy dildo
and pushed it into her sister's wet box.  The girls rubbed their lust
hardened nipples together.

   The cool air of the room swept over the two hot, lust laden sisters. 
Fire and ice the stuff of life and death, the stuff of passion, the essence
of the connection between the two sisters.

   Driving their dildos harder into each other they kissed the cool sweat
off of each other's face, glued together by love and passion, separated by
salt water sweat.  Sensing each other was near they increased their pace,
craving the exquisite bliss of human orgasm.

   It never occurred to the young sisters they were going against centuries
of what was forbidden by Catholic repression and it never would.  For they
were doing the most elemental thing two people in love could do, and that
was enjoying each other's body, the most natural thing in life itself.

   "Kayla, Oh Kayla, I love you so much."

   "Rachel my sweet baby sister, I love you too."

   The girls shrieked long and loud as their bodies were taken over by the
illicit, but exquisite, bliss of human orgasm.  Their passion for each
other was ever burning but their frail bodies could never keep up.  The
sisters hugged each other and drifted off to sleep, where the fires of
their passion would remain burning in their dreams.

   Rachel continues her story:

   Sorry for that brief interlude, but I just had to try out that dildo. 
Now that I have had a quick shower and cooled off my hunger for the dildo I
can get back to the story.  However the imitation of daddy's cock dildo did
give me a good frame of reference for what happened next.

   Now my hunger satisfied and dressed in a clean pair of panties on with
the story.  There I was totally naked waiting for my daddy to turn around
but I was not as nervous as I would have been if I was still wearing my
panties.

   Kayla was standing a few feet from me and she was also wearing nothing
but a smile.  Daddy turned around.  He looked at me and smiled but when his
eyes fell on my small crotch he looked stunned.

   I turn now to my sister, "Kayla, what did you say it was called when you
write something and you want to stop and hold the audience' attention?"

   "Hee, hee," she smiled, "it's called the pregnant pause."

   "Thanks, Sis."

   Nine months' pregnant pause.-----------------------------------!

   Finally Kayla broke the pause and spoke, "Daddy," she said, "Why don't I
show Rachel about eating pussy?  It will make her really wet easier---"

   I had no idea what 'eating pussy' intimated but I interrupted Kayla and
added, "Yeah Daddy, if I am really wet it will be easier for you to get
your big snake all the way into my little mouse hole, won't it?"

   Daddy hesitated.  I drew courage from my sister who said, "I'll be on
the bottom and you can be on top."

   "And daddy can watch," I added.

   I could see daddy wanted to say something but I walked over to him, put
my arms around his waist, hugged him tight and said, "Daddy, I love you."

   I guess at that moment both me and my daddy knew we were committed to
making love to each other.  He picked me up, held me in his arms, and
kissed me like I had never been kissed by daddy before.  He put his tongue
into my mouth.

   At first his big tongue felt strange in my little mouth but I wrapped my
legs around him and sucked on his tongue until I heard Kayla say, "I am
ready, Daddy."

   We stopped kissing and daddy carried me to his bed.  As daddy lowered me
onto the bed, I could not help but think that in this same king-size bed
daddy made love to my mother and now he was going to make love to me.

   It made me miss my mommy just a twinge, but my daddy was already my
mother, father and now my soon-to-be pimp daddy lover.  Kayla told me to
get on my hands and knees with my honey pot right over her head.

   I did what my sister told me to do and there I was looking at my
sister's pussy.  I had seen her honey pot before but never this close up.
"Remember where my button was?" my sister asked me.

   "Yes."

   "Good, now lick all up and down my crack and you will know when it's
time to start licking my clit."

   I paused just for a moment thinking, "Wait a minute, don't we pee from
there too?" But Kayla had no such worry and when I felt her tongue on my
slit it sent little shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.

   I lowered my head and licked the round rosy spot on my sister's bald
slit.  I now knew why it was rosy, it was from the hard fucking her 'No
daddy don't fuck me' date had given her.

   I wanted to get a better look at what was actually inside a honey pot.
So I took my fingers and gently opened my sister's slit.  When she was open
I looked into her tube.  I did not know what I was expecting to see inside
my sister's pussy, but what I saw was a complete surprise to me.

   The inside of my sister's cunt looked like a small, fleshy, pink
mountain range.  But the thing that surprised me the most was that her
opening was not that big at all.  I touched one of my sister's pink peaks.

   It was kind of smooth but slightly grainy.  I decided to taste my
sister's insides.  I put my tongue into Kayla's little box and licked.  I
was trying to figure out just what the inside of my sister's cunt tasted
like when I felt her tongue enter my little mouse hole.

   It was the first time I had something inside of me and it was my own
sister's tongue.  I knew now was the time to find my sister's button.  I
pushed my tongue deep inside Kayla's pussy.

   I put my whole mouth onto my sister's cunt and pressed up and out, with
my tongue striking her clit.

   "Well," daddy said watching us, "Rachel, I guess you don't need pussy
eating lessons."

   I did not want to take my mouth off my sister's honey pot, so instead I
shook my head 'no' and licked Kayla's cunt at the same time.  Out from its
hiding place my sister's clit jumped out begging me to suckle it.

   I put my small lips onto my sister's clit and still trying to put a name
to her juices I suckled on her clit.  Did it taste like chicken?  No not
that.  Did it taste like hamburger?  No not that.  Did it taste like fish?
No not quite, but it smelled a little fishy.

   It had an aroma and taste all its own.  But as my legs began to twitch I
decided to call it, and shouted, "KALYA----JUI---CEssss!" as my little
mouse hole exploded with orgasm.

   "RACHEL -----JUICE!" My sister screamed with her own orgasm.

   Dizzy with pleasure we continued to drive each other to orgasm until my
daddy said, "Rachel, it's time."

   "Time for what?" I wondered, but soon remembered what daddy was talking
about.  I lifted my head from my sister's throbbing cunt and said, "Yes
daddy, make love to me."

   I was drunk with orgasm as my daddy picked me up and held me in his
arms. "Kayla," he said, "put the pillows in the middle of the bed."

   "Yes, daddy." she replied as she did that.

   When daddy put my butt on the pillow my orgasms were subsiding and I was
starting to sober up.  I looked up and saw my daddy's big snake.  It must
have grown that big while daddy was watching us girls make love to each
other's pussies.

   "My," I thought, "what a nice big snake my daddy has for my little mouse
hole.  Big snake, you look lonely out there.  I'll take you into my little
mouse hole, all the way in."

   I felt daddy spread my pussy lips.  I looked down and watched the head
of that giant snake squeeze into my little mouse hole.  Daddy looked
concerned.  I looked into daddy's eyes and said, "Daddy, I love you."

   "I love you too, Rachel." My daddy smiled.

   Whoosh---That huge snake ate my little hymen in just one big gulp. 
Slithering, daddy's big snake stretched my little mouse hole.  "Surely," I
thought, "that big snake is going to push right out of my belly button,
maybe even come out of my mouth."

   Pushing, flexing, slithering its way deeper into my little mouse hole,
daddy's snake crept into me.  Something spasmed open inside me and the
snake head slipped through a new opening.  Oh it hurt alright.  But in
spite of the burning pain I never stopped smiling at my daddy, my lover.

   Then I heard Kayla shout, "You did it, You did it, Rachel!"

   "Did what?" I thought.  I looked at my sister who was grinning at me. 
Daddy kissed my lips and said, "You got all of my big snake into your
little mouse hole."

   "I did?" I said with surprise.  I looked down.  Sure enough, there was a
huge bulge in my tummy all the way up to my belly button and daddy's cock
was buried all the way into my little honey pot!

   Daddy put his elbows on the bed keeping most of his weight off of me. 
He lowered his head and kissed me.  I opened my mouth and sucked on my
daddy'stongue with my little mouse hole stretched beyond the limits for a
little girl like me, stuffed full with my daddy's big snake.

   As we kissed, daddy's big snake stretched my little mouse hole and the
burning pain subsided.  Slowly daddy moved that big snake rubbing my little
button with each snake stroke.

   I now knew what Kayla meant by 'later' and that yearning that was deep
inside of me was more than satisfied by daddy's big snake.  My little mouse
hole was hypnotized by that wonderful snake and it exploded with lots of
Rachel juice.

   I felt that big old snake get bigger and even bigger stretching my
little mouse hole to the breaking point, then it erupted with gobs and gobs
of daddy's snake juice.

   Daddy's big snake shrank to normal size which in itself was very big. 
It slipped out of my juicy honey pot with a wet plopping sound.  He picked
me up and carried me to his bathroom.  He filled up the tub with warm
water. That warm water sure felt good on my, now bigger than my sister's,
rosy spot.

   The three us had a lot of fun playing in that tub.  Later I watched
daddy put his big snake into Kayla's mouse hole, making love to her.  Good
thing I remembered that the next day was Saturday because we were in that
tub until one in the morning making love to one another.

   On Saturday morning 5-year-old Megan joined us in daddy's bed.  She
never had a clue that we had just made love to daddy.  We went out for
pancakes together.  Later when we were alone again daddy told me about his
plans for Father Pierre, that is if the man met certain stringent
requirements.

   Rachel's first date:

   Kayla told me her first date was a rather boring affair, a standard
'half and half'.  Just in case some readers don't understand the meaning of
'half and half', Kayla told me to tell you it was half a suck and half a
fuck.  In other words she sucked the guy and then he fucked her.  Anyway,
on with my first date.

   Pimp daddy checked out Father Pierre.  Exactly what that entailed pimp
daddy never told me.  He only said that Father Pierre would make an
excellent first client for me, and all we had to do was convince the good
father.

   Pimp daddy bought me a plain white confirmation dress with shoes and
socks to match.  The dress looked very pale compared to the dress daddy had
already purchased for that special day.

   He called Father Pierre and told him I would be unable to attend my
dress rehearsal.  The good father did exactly as pimp daddy said he would.
He set up a personal dress rehearsal just for me.

   I thought that was a nice thing for the father to do just for me but
pimp daddy told me it was all business.  I practiced really hard sucking my
pimp daddy's big cock and fucking him like I would a client.

   It was only a small part of my training to be an escort.  My pimp daddy
told me if I could fuck him like a client I would never have a problem
separating clients from the real thing.  And to this day I never have had a
problem with fucking or sucking clients and separating that from making
love to daddy and my two sisters.

   When the day for my dress rehearsal and first date with Father Pierre
arrived I was more than ready.  Pimp daddy dropped me off at the rectory. I
was wearing the plain white cotton dress that pimp daddy bought me and I
was carrying a little white purse.

   Inside the purse was a miniature beeper.  It was my panic button.  All I
had to do was press the button on the beeper and pimp daddy would be there
in less than five minutes.  Kayla had the same type of device and she
carried it with her on every date pimp daddy made for her.

   I knocked on the rectory door and a minute later Father Pierre opened
the door and said, "Good evening, Rachel."

   I of course was a little bit nervous but I smiled and said, "Good
evening, Father."

   "Come on in," Father Pierre said.

   "Yes, Father."

   At that time we lived in a small parish and Father Pierre was the only
priest who lived in the rectory.  Father Pierre showed me to his bedroom
which I thought was a little odd but my pimp daddy had told me to expect
that.

   Together we said the prayers and I told Father Pierre everything I was
supposed to do for my confirmation.  Then Father Pierre said, "Rachel, it's
time for me to hear your confession."

   "Yes Father," I said and knelt down.  I began, "Bless me Father for I
have sinned.  It has been eight days since my last confession.  I have no
sins to report, Father."

   "Good Rachel, what about impure thoughts?"

   "None Father, not a single one."

   "Very good, Rachel.  Now I must see your panties to be sure."

   "But Father?"

   "Rachel.  If you wish to be confirmed you must show me your panties."

   "Okay Father," I answered.  I stood up and pulled up my dress.

   Father Pierre's eyes practically bulged out of his head.  "Rachel!" he
said, "You're not wearing panties!"

   "I tried to tell you, Father but you did not want to listen," I said
with a smile and dropped my dress.

   A strange smile appeared on Father Pierre's face.  Later I came to know
that smile very well, it was a lustful smile.  Father Pierre gazed at me in
my little white dress.

   He smiled that lustful smile and said, "Rachel, there is a special
confirmation for special girls like you."

   "There is, Father?" I said, playing the game as my pimp daddy told me to
do.

   "Yes, Rachel.  To start, can you do a handstand on the bed?"

   "Yes, but I may need some help to keep from falling over." I said.

   "Don't worry, I will help you." he said with a big smile.

   So I did a handstand on his bed.  The skirt of my white dress flew up of
course.  I had on white shoes and white anklet socks.  Then I was naked
from my ankles clear up to my chest.  Father Pierre stood at the edge of
the bed and held me by my buttocks so I would not fall over.  His face was
level with my honey pot and I could feel his hot breath on me.

   He felt my bottom and my belly, and then his hands were busy between my
legs as he mumbled some prayers.  His fingers spread the lips of my small
labia and he looked inside my vagina.  His fingers felt, teased and tickled
me.  Then he found my little love button, my clittie.  Oh goodie, he was
going to play the button game with me.  I spread my upraised legs apart for
him.

   "Oh Father!  That tickles!" I exclaimed.  "Eee Tee Hee!" My little
button stiffened as he rolled it gently between his fingers.  The priest
was breathing hard and I could see that he was excited to be masturbating a
little girl like me.  Then I felt his warm wet tongue licking my honey pot.
My hips began bucking in response to his teasing tongue and fingers.

   With the hand holding my buttocks up he wormed a finger into my poop
hole to hold me steady so I couldn't squirm away from his fingers teasing
my clittie.  Gently he coaxed me to cum, and I knew he had done this with
other little girls.  I let go little squirts of pee and he clamped his
mouth over my little peehole and sucked, drawing the pee out of me and
drinking it.

   "EEEK!  OHHH!  AAIIYEE!" and then I was cumming, cumming on his fingers.
He poked his tongue into my vagina and tasted my lubricating girl juices.
He pulled back a little and poked a finger inside me.

   Suddenly Father Pierre cried out and he came too, inside his pants.  I
could see the dark wet stain in the crotch of his pants.  He pulled his
finger out of my wet hole and he licked his finger, tasting my little girl
juices.  He eased me to lie on the bed with my legs spread open and I was
still naked from the pink nipples on my chest to my ankles.

   The priest smiled at me as he said, "That is a very special part of your
confirmation, Rachel.  Not all girls get to experience that.  But it is a
special blessing and something you need to keep to yourself, okay?"

   "Okay Father.  By the way, a man said he would buy me a new bike if I
would give him a blowjob.  I wouldn't do it with him, but I would with you
Father.  Only you will have to teach me how to do it.  I'll come back next
week and let you play with my pussy some more, and then you can let me know
if you are willing to get me a new bike.  Okay?"

   Father Pierre looked shocked when I said that, but he had a gleam in his
eyes and I kind of knew that he was going to get me that bike.

   Oh darn, I think I am running out of ink.  I guess you will have to wait
until I get a new pen to read more about my truly perverted confirmation.
Hee, hee!

   PS: You will definitely want to stay tuned for my story too.  Who am I?
Gee whiz folks, I am Megan, the baby of the family!

   Part 6: Megan's story:

   One daddy and three sexy daughters.  I don't know how he keeps up with
our needs, but somehow he has managed to keep us all happy.  I am sitting
on a soft towel and my cunt is still leaking daddy's juices and mine.

   My sisters are still having fun with daddy, but I simply had to tell you
my story, so let's get started.  People say the earliest memories you have
are from the age of five.  The same is true for me.

   When I was five we moved to a really big house and I got my own room. 
Rachel was happy about not having to share a room with me but I lost a
playmate.  However daddy soon became my playmate, if you know what I mean.
Hee, hee!

   One day Daddy put me down for my afternoon nap.  Kayla was off playing
soccer.  Well that's what I thought she was doing, but as we all know now
she was on a date.  Rachel was home in her room watching TV.

   Daddy gave me a big kiss and a hug and left me in my bed.  I drifted off
to sleep, but for some reason I did not sleep my normal hour.  I woke up
after only fifteen minutes.  I yawned and got out of my bed.

   I was starting to get dressed, but for some reason I sensed something
odd.  I stood there for a few moments before I realized that I could not
hear any noise coming from the TV in Rachel's room.

   Being only five years old and packed with lots of curiosity, I decided
to investigate.  I walked out of my bedroom dressed in my pink cotton
panties printed with little cartoon characters.  I don't remember which
ones, but I guess it does not really matter.

   I walked into Rachel's room but she was not there.  I decided to check
out the big entertainment room, but she was not there, nor was she in the
kitchen.  The last place I decided to look was in daddy's room.  Daddy
never closed his bedroom door.

   The only door he closed back then was his bathroom door, but now it too
remains open.  As I got closer to my daddy's bedroom, I could hear him
talking to Rachel.

   At first I could not make out what they were saying.  Then when I was
just a few feet away from my daddy's door I heard him say, "Rachel, are you
ready for your first fucking as an escort girl?"

   Then I heard Rachel answer, "Yes pimp daddy, I am ready."

   "Fucking?  What is fucking, what's an escort girl, and who is pimp
daddy?" I wondered.

   Then I heard daddy say, "Remember, since you are no longer a virgin,
your fucking is not going to hurt."

   "I know." Rachel answered.

   "Good.  Now try to do the best you can to make me cum."

   "I will, pimp daddy."

   "What is going on?" I wondered as I stopped and looked into daddy's
bedroom through the partially open door.  What I saw was a total mystery to
me.  Daddy was completely naked and so was Rachel.

   I did not think anything about my sister's nakedness.  I was naked a lot
around daddy too.  Well not a lot, but there was bath time, bedtime, and
other times.  And he did change my poopy diapers when I was little, but I
don't remember that.

   This was the first time I had seen daddy naked, which in itself was
strange.  But what was even more of a shocker was what daddy had between
his legs.  Daddy had told me that boys had penises and girls had vaginas,
but I didn't really understand that.

   But my daddy was not a boy, he was my daddy and I did not think he had
one of those penis thingies.  If daddy did not have a penis thingy what was
that big, fat, slightly bent-up snake-like thing between daddy legs, I
thought?  Whatever it was, it was pointing right at Rachel's vagina.

   I watched daddy put his hand around the big thing.  He moved it closer
to Rachel's vagina.  There was no opening there, or so I thought.  I
watched that big thing split Rachel's little sealed vagina.

   Impossible I thought, as the big head of daddy's monstrous snake-like
thing disappeared into Rachel's vagina.  I could not see Rachel's face
because she had her knees up, her behind was on two pillows, and her legs
were wide open.

   Daddy pushed more of that big snake-like thing into her vagina. 
Rachel's vagina bulged and daddy pushed the thing further into her.  When
daddy's thing was half stuffed into Rachel's body he stopped and said, "My
cock is about halfway in now, Rachel.  Are you okay?"

   So that's what daddy's thing was called, it was a cock.  A very big
cock, I thought.  Then I heard her answer, "I am fine, pimp daddy, but are
you sure your cock is only halfway in?"

   Daddy was a pimp daddy too?  I wondered what a pimp was.

   "Yes honey, it's only halfway in." I heard daddy answer, then ask, "Do
you want to stop?"

   "No pimp daddy, I am okay.  I can take the rest of it."

   "Well seeing as this is your first time fucking as an escort girl, I
think half of my cock will do fine.  Besides you will find that this is
about the full size of many men's cocks."

   "Are you sure, pimp daddy?"

   "Yes I am sure.  Now try and relax and move your little cunt the way I
showed you."

   "I will try."

   I wanted to watch and see more of daddy fucking Rachel's cunt with his
big cock, but I did not want to get caught, so I turned around and quietly
went back to my room.  When I got back to my bed I flopped down on my bed.

   I lay there thinking about what I had just seen.  It was a lot for my
little head to try and figure out.  Daddy was a pimp daddy.  He did not
have a penis thingy, he had a really big cock thingy, and Rachel's vagina
was called a cunt.

   When daddy put his really big cock into Rachel's cunt daddy called that
fucking.  I wondered what an escort girl was, and what was a pimp?  My
little head spun around and around.  I yawned and fell asleep.

   Later I woke up with a kiss from my daddy.  I liked daddy's kisses and I
still do.  As he kissed me and lifted me up in his arms, I wondered if what
I had seen was only some kind of a dream.  At that point I did not really
know.  What I needed to do was see daddy fucking Rachel's cunt again or see
daddy naked.  Then I would know if what I thought I saw was a dream or not.


   Now all I had to do was make some kind of a plan.  Being only 5 years
old, I was not very good at planning stuff.  I realize that now that I am
older.  But I figured that if daddy was fucking Rachel's cunt, maybe he
should be fucking mine too.  Five-year-olds hate being left out of
anything, as I recall.

   The rest of the day was like any other.  We had dinner together and then
Kayla had a baseball game to go to.  Daddy left me and Rachel alone to drop
Kayla off and later he picked her up.  Do I have to tell you that it was
not a baseball game?  Well I guess you can figure that out yourself, can't
you.

   Let's put it this way.  Any time I say Kayla and Rachel went to some
sports practice or a game they were actually on dates.  But at 5 years old
I did not know that.  When Kayla returned from her game Daddy said to me,
"Bath time, little one."

   Bath time, I thought.  Daddy always filled my tub to make sure it was
just right.  It would be a perfect time to get daddy to see my cunt.  I
remembered the hungry look in his eyes when he had looked at Rachel's cunt.
Maybe, just maybe if daddy saw my cunt enough he would want to be fucking
it too.

   I did not know if daddy's big cock thingy would fit in my little cunt.
But I figured that if daddy could get his big cock thingy into Rachel's
cunt, he could get it into mine.  Yeah, a plan!  I thought.

   Daddy picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.  He put me down so I
could get undressed and he started to run the water.  Usually I took my
time getting undressed, but this time I wanted to be naked in front of
daddy so he could see my cunt.  I undressed as fast as I could.

   Daddy took the bubble bath off the sink and he was about to use it when
I said, "Bubble bath is for babies.  I am a big girl now!"

   Daddy turned, smiled and said, "Are you now?"

   "Yes I am."

   "Okay then, no bubble bath for the big girl."

   Something was wrong.  Daddy was looking at me, but not at my cunt like
he looked at Rachel's.  Was there something wrong with my cunt?  My cunt
was even smaller than my sister's.  Why didn't daddy like my cunt too?  I
wanted to cry.

   I guess daddy could see that because he said, "What's wrong, honey?"

   Tears started to trickle down my cheeks.  "Don't yo---u like me any
mor---e, dad--ee?"

   Looking back on it now, I remember that I was really crying at this
point.  I was totally devastated.  I did not understand why daddy did not
look at my cunt.  I remember what daddy said next.

   He said, "Of course I like you, Megan."

   "Then why, why, don't you look at my cunt?" I sniffled and shed more
tears.

   "Your what?" Daddy looked shocked.

   I pointed to my cunt and said, "My cunt, daddy.  Don't you like my
cunt?"

   Daddy looked really stunned and angry at the same time.  Then he asked,

   "Who told you that part of your body was a cunt?  Did your sisters tell
you?"

   "No daddy!  No!  You did daddy, you did.  You said it was a cunt." I
said and continued to cry.

   "When did I say it was a cunt?"

   "This afternoon when you were fucking Rachel's cunt with your really big
cock."

   "OH-My-God!!  You saw that?"

   "Yes daddy, but I did not mean to."

   Daddy was silent for what seemed like forever.  Then he said, "It's
okay, Megan."

   He put his arms around me and picked me up.  With daddy's big arms
hugging me I felt a little bit better.  With his fingers daddy wiped the
tears from my cheek.  He smiled and said, "Megan, you have a very pretty
little cunt."

   "I... I do?"

   "Yes.  All my girls have pretty cunts, just like their mommy did."

   "Mommy had a cunt too?"

   Daddy laughed and said, "Yes honey, she certainly did."

   Pausing just for a moment I remember that it was at that time I was just
beginning to understand the difference between boys and girls.  I also
remember how happy I was when daddy told me I had a pretty cunt.

   I remember hugging him really tight and saying, "Daddy, I love you."

   "I love you too, Megan.  Now how would you like daddy to take a bath
with you?"

   A bath?  Wow!  Daddy was going to start fucking my cunt too, or so I
thought.  I answered enthusiastically, "Yes, daddy!"

   "Good," Daddy said.  "Your little cunt is much too small for me to fuck,
but I can play with it and you can play with my big cock."

   I was a little disappointed but I was not about to turn down a chance to
look at daddy's cock up close and play with it.  Daddy put me into the
bathtub and I sat down.  I looked at him eagerly, waiting for him to take
off his pants.

   He smiled, took off his shirt and un-buckled his belt.  He un-zipped his
pants and took them off.  My eyes were glued to daddy's crotch.  He pushed
his shorts down and stepped out of them, but his cock did not look the same
way I remembered it.

   I looked up at daddy and asked, "What happened to your cock?  It was
bigger and it stuck out when I saw you with Rachel."

   Daddy smiled, "It is soft now."

   "Soft?"

   "Yes honey, a man's cock is soft until a girl gets it hard."

   "How?"

   "Well how 'bout I get in the tub and show you."

   "Okay!" I smiled.

   Daddy got into the tub with me.  He told me to take his cock into my
hands and I did.  I remember that even soft, daddy's cock was huge in my
small hands and it still is.  I remember pumping my daddy's cock with both
hands and watching it grow right before my eyes.

   I remember that when it got big and hard it looked like it was almost as
long as my arm.  I was sort of glad daddy was not going to be fucking my
pretty little cunt with his gigantic cock.

   But daddy surprised me.  He picked me up and turned me around.  Then he
said, "Don't worry honey, like I said my cock is much too big to fuck your
pretty little cunt.  But I am going to show you the next best thing, and
it's called fake fucking."

   "Fake fucking?"

   "Yes.  Open your legs as wide as you can."

   "Okay daddy," I answered and opened my small legs as wide as I could.

   Daddy lowered me onto his lap.  His stiff cock was now right between my
open legs.

   "Close your legs honey, but make sure my cock is right up against your
pretty little cunt."

   I did what daddy told me to do and I could feel his enormous cock
pressed tightly between my legs and sticking way up past my closed thighs.

   Daddy kissed my neck and I laughed saying, "That tickles, daddy!"

   "As you grow older you're going to love having your neck kissed like
that."

   "I will?"

   "Yes." Daddy replied and he was, oh so very right about that!

   The next thing daddy said was, "Now honey, move your little cunt up and
down along my cock."

   I started doing just that.  After moving my little cunt up and down
against daddy's gargantuan cock for a minute or two, I was feeling really
weird.

   "Daddy," I said, "something is happening to my cunt."

   "Yes I know.  Soon you're going to have an orgasm."

   "An or--ga--sm?  What's that?"

   "It's something that feels really good.  But you may scream, so I am
going to cover your mouth, okay?"

   "Okay daddy."

   Daddy put his hand softly over my mouth and I moved my pretty little
cunt faster up and down against his massive cock.  Even though it was
already wet with water I could feel my cunt getting wetter inside me.  It
felt like I might have to pee.

   I felt like that orgasm thingy daddy told me about was very near.  I
pressed my legs tighter around daddy's cock, mashing my little cunt on his
humongous cock.  "D----!!" I screamed, "Or---Ga---Sum!" into daddy's hand.

   Looking back now I don't remember how many orgasms I had, but it was a
lot, before daddy told me how his cock could have an orgasm too.  I
remember working hard to get daddy's cock to squirt his orgasm stuff,
rubbing my cunt against the lower part of it and my hands against the upper
part of it.

   Finally daddy cried out and a long string of sticky stuff came shooting
out of his cock, up high in the air before falling back into the bath
water. I giggled when I saw his stuff and knew that I had made it happen. I
squeezed his cock and more stuff came shooting out.  He told me that I had
made him very happy.

   Soon daddy's cock became my favorite bathtub toy.  My sisters are going
to be surprised when they read this next part.  What they don't know is
that after about six months I got bored with fake fucking.  I wanted to
feel daddy's big cock in my cunt.

   I also knew what my sisters were doing and I wanted to be one of them.
One evening when my sisters were out on dates I was just getting in the
bath tub.  When daddy got in the tub I got his monster cock hard like I
always did.

   By now I was very used to getting lots of orgasms and daddy loved giving
them to me.  With his monster cock sandwiched between my legs I already had
two very fast orgasms.  It was then I decided it was the best time to get
daddy's cock into my cunt.

   I rose up to run the tip of daddy's cock up and down my small hairless
slit.  Daddy taught me how to do it and I loved doing it.  Although daddy
never told me he wanted to try and fuck me I think he did.  He has never
admitted to me that he did but I know better.

   After two orgasms my cunt was really slick and it was glowing with
pleasure.  After a few strokes of his cock up and down my wet little slit I
quickly centered his cock against my small pink hole.  I pushed down with
all of my 43 pounds and all the strength of my five and a half year old
body.

   When daddy's cock stabbed into me I wanted to scream but I didn't.  I
kept pushing down until half of daddy's cock was jammed up against by
cervix.  Vaguely I heard daddy utter, "Megan!"

   But he did not try to stop me.  This is why I know he wanted to try and
fuck me.  When his cock was in my cunt as far as it could go I heard him
say, "Megan are---."

   But I quickly interrupted him saying, "I'm okay, daddy."

   Then he said, "I suppose you want to be one of my escort girls now."

   My cunt totally stuffed with only half of my daddy's monster cock and
the pain already fading I smiled, "Yes pimp daddy."

   "You're going to need training."

   "I know, daddy," I answered, "Now pimp daddy, fuck me."

   Daddy smiled and started to fuck me.  The feel of daddy fucking my cunt
with his monster cock was heavenly.  What pleased me the most was the idea
that I would have daddy's cock all to myself until was seven years old. 
Daddy put his hands around me and started to move my small cunt up and down
his cock fucking me.

   I came and came and when daddy shot his cum into my cunt I was happy but
exhausted.  I enjoyed that first fucking and all the ones after that.  When
I was suitably trained I had my first date and special confirmation with
Father Pierre.  You do remember him, don't you?  The priest was really
delighted to have another even younger girl like me to give his special
sacrament to.

   Pimp daddy set me up with other dates and most of them didn't even want
to fuck me.  Most of them just wanted to see me naked or have me suck their
cocks.  There were also some who wanted to spank me.  I am such bad girl
Hee Hee; charging so much money for a few soft slaps on my butt.  The few
that did fuck me paid extra to fuck a girl as young as I was.

   I didn't join in the sex parties with my sisters until I was seven years
old.  Daddy said it was best that way and I agreed because for a year and a
half I had his monster cock all to myself.  Parties with our wonderful
daddy, and with one another too.  What fun!

   Sorry folks, but this is the end of our little tale.  It was fun for all
of us and we hope it was fun for you too.  Goodbye for now from Kayla,
Rachel, and Megan.

   Oops!  We almost forgot, goodbye from our daddy, our pimp daddy, too. 
Hee, hee!

   The end.

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