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 Summary: A girl and her father play with her Christmas present.

   (Mg, incest, oral, pedo)



   Bernard awoke to a very loud scream.  Immediately, he rolled out of bed
and put on his green robe.  He rushed out of his room and into his
daughter's room.  No one was there, and the bed had not been slept in.  He
scrambled downstairs and towards the living room.  Before he could enter
the room, he was nearly tackled to the tiled floor.  The blond "attacker"
looked at him with the biggest smile he'd ever seen.

   "Thank you, Daddy!  Thank you!" the 11-year-old yelled, jumping around
excitedly.

   Bernard was about to ask her why she screamed, when he noticed the mess
of gift wrapping paper and a box on the floor, near the tree.  And the pink
cell phone in his daughter's hand.

   "Good morning to you, too, Anita," he said with sarcasm as he hugged
her.

   Bernard helped his daughter activate her gift.  Naturally, she used her
new phone to call all of her friends.  To Bernard, it seemed like she was
calling her whole school.  Even during breakfast, she was on speakerphone.
Thank goodness for free minutes.

   After breakfast and a shower, Bernard was getting ready for the rest of
the afternoon.  That's when he heard his phone ringing.  He fished it out
and answered it.

   "<i>Daddy, can you guess where I am</i>?"

   "Your room?"

   "<i>Maybe.  Come check.</i>" Bernard went to his daughter's room, only
to find it empty.  "<i>Are you there yet</i>?"

   "Yeah."

   "<i>Am I there?</i>"

   "No," Bernard answered, looking under the bed.

   "<i>Come find me, Daddy.</i>"

   Bernard left the room and checked the bathroom.  He checked behind the
shower curtain, but she wasn't there.

   "<i>Where are you</i>?" Bernard asked into the phone.

   "<i>You'll have to catch me.  When you do, I'll give you something.</i>"

   Bernard caught on when he heard the word "something" said in a sultry
voice.

   "And what would that 'something' be?"

   "<i>Hmmm.  Something that's hot, wet, and in my hand right now.</i>"

   "A nice cup of hot chocolate?"

   "<i>Nope.  You'll have to see for yourself.</i>" Bernard left the
bathroom for the hallway.  He checked the linen closet.  "<i>Hurry,
Daddy</i>," Anita moaned.  "<i>I'm dripping all over my hand.</i>

   "I can picture that," replied Bernard.  "I bet you're playing with
yourself right now."

   "<i>Mmmmm...</i>"

   "What are you thinking about, my horny little minx?  Tell me what you're
thinking about while you're stroking that hot little pussy."

   "<i>I'm thinking about letting you have it.  I want your tongue to go
way inside me</i>."

   "Way inside you?  You mean like, way up in your pussy so I can taste
every last drop?"

   "<i>Oh, yeah.  Drink all my pussy juice.</i>"

   Bernard stopped his search and leaned against a wall.  He couldn't help
but give his hard cock a squeeze.  "Drink your pussy juice?  How?  By
rolling my tongue all over that little pussy of yours?  Pushing it in and
out like a cock?"

   "<i>Yeah, Daddy.  That would be so hot.</i>"

   "Is your pussy getting hot for me?  So hot that you can't wait for me to
get it?"

   "<i>Come get it, Daddy.  It's so</i>, so <i>hot and wet for you</i>."

   "Is it?'

   "<i>Yes.  I'm getting tingles all over.  Hurry up and find me.</i>"

   With that, Bernard resumed his search.  He was heading downstairs when
he heard his picture mail ringtone.  He checked his phone and found a
closeup of a prepubescent pussy, spread with two fingers.  It was
definitely wet.

   Taking a deep breath, he allowed the adrenaline to take over.  He rushed
downstairs and practically tore the living room apart.  Items such as
pillows and discarded toys went flying.  Before long, he received another
call.

   "<i>Did you like my message</i>?"

   "Yep.  And when I find you, I'm gonna suck it inside out."

   "<i>I want you to.  I want your hot tongue inside me.  My pussy is so
tingly I can't take it.  Slop it all up for me, and I'll suck your cock. 
I'll suck it good for you.</i>"

   "Are you gonna take it all in your mouth, baby?"

   "<i>Mmmm, yeah.  Let me suck it all like a good little girl, Daddy. 
I'll make you cum all over my face.</i>

   "Cum all over your face?  Are you gonna swallow when I cum in your
mouth?"

   "<i>You bet.  I'll swallow every last drop you give me.</i>"

   That's when Bernard heard the slight echo of Anita's voice.  He moved
more alertly, looking behind living room furniture and following the
direction the "second" voice came from.

   "What are you doing now?" asked Bernard.

   "<i>Stroking my tight little pussy.  It's so ready.  For your big tongue
to slide in.</i>"

   Anita's voice was getting louder as Bernard entered the kitchen he came
from.  His ear practically snagged on the pantry when he walked by it.  He
opened the door to find Anita sitting with her knees up and a hand in her
lap.  Beaming up at him, she stood and closed her phone.

   "It took you like 6 minutes and 51 seconds to find me," she stated.

   "Right.  Do I get a prize?"

   "Of course, Daddy.  Right this way."

   With that, Anita stood and made her way towards her bedroom.  Bernard
followed, his cock still hard from their first game, and leading to the
next.  Upon reaching her room, Anita got into bed and pointed her phone at
Bernard.  She started recording as he made his way to her.

   Bernard leaned over the bed to kiss his daughter's left ankle.  Then her
right shin.  He crawled higher, alternating between left and right legs.

   Anita bit her lip in anticipation as she watched his movements on her
phone screen.  She moved her phone accordingly as he switched from left
kneecap to right thigh, and finally...

   Bernard gave her exposed pussy a kiss.  Staring up into the camera, he
put his mouth on her cunt and lashed at it with his tongue.  Soon, he got
the idea to lift his head to show his tongue whipping the tiny folds.

   "Sssss!  Oh, you do that so good, Daddy.  Eat my tight little pussy. 
Eat my pussy out good.  Get it all wet for the camera."

   Anita zoomed in, allowing future viewers to see the saliva that was
causing her girlhood to glisten.  Anita's eyes darted from her phone to her
father, and back and forth.  Her hand shook, causing her video to shake
along with it.  Her head writhed from side to side as she tried her best to
hold the camera steady.  Her heavy breathing and words of encouragement was
sure to create a perfect soundtrack.

   Bernard slurped in a reckless manner that did not seem to bother his
daughter.  In fact, he was sure that the sounds merely added to her
arousal. His tongue plunged deep in her, just like he promised.  The organ
fought against warm walls that seemed desperate to either choke it with
their tightness, or drown it with the sweet fluids that poured out.  Still,
the father was determined to keep his other promise to drink every last
drop of little girl cum.

   The father corkscrewed his tongue inside the 11-year-old hole.  His
mouth was on her cunt and his nose was resting on the outside.  He wasn't
sure whether he was bottoming out or hitting a wall.  Whatever he was
doing, his daughter clearly loved it.

   Anita was laying back, narrowing her eyes to make sure her video was
coming out right.  Her flat chest was heaving and her hips were rocking. 
Sweet mews of pleasure got louder and louder with her father's every move.
She soon felt her father's tongue gradually slide out.  She lifted her
upper body, knowing what was coming.

   Winking at the camera, Bernard lowered his head and went back down on
his child.  Only this time, he went straight for the stiff, pink nub right
above his former spot.  His lips wrapped around Anita's clit and he sucked
it gently.  His tongue soon came into play and rolled all around it.

   "F...  oh, Daddy!" Anita cried out.  "Keep doing that.  Suck it.  Suck
my clit."

   Bernard mumbled a response.  Otherwise, he contently catered to his
daughter's demands.  His tongue swiped back and forth, up and down.  Saliva
coated his target and mixed with the juices that seeped out endlessly.

   "Daddy, you're making me cum.  I'm gonna cum so hard!" Anita held her
father's head and wildly humped against his face.

   Bernard looked right into the camera and rubbed his daughter's pussy
with his fingers.  His thumb played with her clit.  "That's it, Anita.  Cum
for me.  Cum for me while you record it." He moved his hand and went back
to sucking her clit.

   With a gasp, Anita sat up.  Her breathing came in squeals and panting.
She gripped the sheet in her free hand and shakily continued to record her
father.  Another gasp, and she raised her right knee.  It was quickly
pushed back down and held in place.  Her father's head nodded and he began
to moan as she poured her preteen girl cum into his mouth.

   When Anita's orgasm ended, Bernard collected the liquid that soaked the
child's labia.  Each lick resulted in a twitch of her legs.  He looked at
the camera as he cleaned her up.

   After regaining her composure, Anita told Bernard to pull his gray
sweatpants and boxers off.  In the meantime, she prepared a new video. 
Then she let him hold the phone while she got on her knees.  He pressed the
record button just before feeling his cock enveloped in a warm, wet cavern
of an 11-year-old mouth.

   Both of Anita's hands masturbated her father.  His cock was too thick
for one hand to reach around, too long to reach from one end to another. 
Her saliva-covered hands would slide up and down with her lips.

   Bernard ran his fingers through Anita's short hair.  Gently, he rocked
his hips while balancing on the balls of his socked feet.  He wasn't as
loud as Anita was, but he did give his share of moans of pleasure.  He was
also much better at keeping them camera still.

   Anita bobbed her head slowly with her eyes fixated on the camera, almost
rolling to the back of her head.  She moved her hands down and put them on
her hips.  Much like a little superhero.  Her tongue circled the very tip
of her father's cock.

   Then Anita went lower and used her tongue to jiggle Bernard's balls. 
Her tongue ran a trail from his sack along the underside of his cock.  She
moved to his pelvis and slowly licked her way back to the tip.  And then
she licked from the underside back to the head and put it back in her
mouth.

   "I'm getting close, Anita.  I wanna cum all over your face.  Let me get
it on video, baby."

   Anita instantly pulled her father's dick out of her mouth, flinging
droplets of spit and leaving a trail of drool between them.  She wiped the
drool on a dry side of his cock.  Much to his pleasure, she continuously
rubbed him against her baby soft cheek.

   "Cum in my face, Daddy," Anita ordered.  With both hands, she jerked him
off and stared into her phone's camera.  "Spray it all over me!  Shoot all
that hot daddy cum all over my little face!  I want to watch it on video
later on!  Give me a big facial!"

   Grunting, Bernard released a line of incestuous cum that splattered
between his daughter's nose and upper lip.  His cock was moved lower just
as his second load came.  This one went right to the back of her mouth. 
She put her lips together and swallowed while the next one hit her cheek.
The father gasped as smaller spurts shot forth while Anita continued to
jerk him off.

   Anita, her face covered in her father's semen, stopped masturbating
Bernard.  She leaned forth to kiss the cum that remained on the tip of his
cock.  Still holding it in both hands, she licked the sperm that stained
his dick and her hands.  Then she let him go and proceeded to suck and lick
her fingers clean.  Soon, she used her hands to smear the cum into her face
and lick some of that off.

   Bernard repositioned the phone to get a closer look at his daughter.  He
watched as her tongue repeated circled her mouth.  Sometimes, she would
loudly smack her lips together.  The video ended with her pursing her
glossy lips at the camera.