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 Warning: My stories are about pedophilia.  Plain and simple.  If it is
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   (M/g, Mg, ped)

   Sunday Afternoon

   Its Sunday.  And mommy went to the store.  She asked if I wanted to go
but you told me we could watch a movie together.  You make me popcorn and
bring me soda like I'm a little princess and you're my butler.  I snuggle
into the couch, my legs draped over yours.  You start to massage my feet
and tickle my toes until I'm in a giggling fit.  Your fingers drift up my
legs, my thighs, my stomach, making me laugh out loud and squirm in your
arms, begging you to stop but pressing myself into you further.  You stop
and pull me onto your lap and into a tight hug, my legs around your waist
and my face buried in your chest.  I breathe in your scent and press myself
against your hips.  I feel something hard pressing me back.  You rub your
hands down my back, cup my butt, and you slide yourself down the couch
until I am lying on you at an angle and now I can fully feel your stiffness
in between my legs.  I let myself relax in your arms even though I know
something is strange here but I feel so warm, my skin is burning and my
tummy is doing flips.  Your hands are squeezing my butt tightly, kneading
the flesh that is hiding under my cotton shorts, your fingers tracing my
panties, tentaively sliding to my thighs then back up.  I pretend I'm a
baby again and enjoying the embrace.  I begin to grind myself into you,
your hands still on my butt rocking me up and down your chest, sometimes
traveling up my back and running through my long brown hair.  I breathe
heavily into your shirt as we move with each other.  I place my chin on
your chest and stare at your face.  Your eyes are closed and mouth parted,
your forehead wrinkled in deep thought.  I get the courage to sit up in
your lap, placing my hands on your shoulders and I push my hips hard into
your crotch.  Your hardness hits a spot between my legs that shoots sparks
up my body and I immediately grind harder, rocking back and forth, staring
at your contorting face as you openly begin to moan and shiver.

   Suddenly you grab my waist and stop my movement.  You hold me so still
for so long and I get scared that I did something wrong.  We sit up
together.  Your hands begin to explore my body beginning on my stomach,
sliding up my shirt and across my little pink nipples that are jutting out
painfully and make me shake once your fingers tug on them.  You stand me up
in front of you and drag my shirt over my head, then my shorts down my bare
legs.  I stand there in just my white silky panties, lanky and pale with
goosebumps all over while you stare at my flat, barely budding chest.  You
lean back and admire your precious daughter, stroking yourself through your
pants before you quickly take them off.

   I stare at your crotch, at this thing that bounces on your stomach when
you remove your underwear and leaves a sticky wet spot that makes me want
to lick it.  I step between your parted knees, getting as close as I dare
to your thingy.  You wrap your hand around the shaft and begin to stroke it
slowly as you slowly stare at my body.  I see your eyes roaming up and down
greedily and I get uncomfortable and antsy.  I start to scoot away when you
reach out and push two huge fingers against my privates.  The soft flesh of
my cunny gives way to your touch and I immediately feel the pressure
pushing my lips against that spot again.  I wobble slightly, catching
myself on your knee.  I stare at your thingy that is dripping that wet
stuff, clear little droplets emerging quietly from your bitty hole.  You
see my interest in the liquid, scoop up a drop and bring it to my lips as
you continue your assault on my panties, digging your fingers deeper into
my slit and further between my legs.  I smile wide and stick my tongue out
for your treat.  It doesn't taste anything so I immediately lose interest.
You seem to like my disinterest and stroke your thingy faster, pumping it
harder and longer.  I look down at your finger, curious as to why you don't
touch me directly.  I asked you, "Daddy, do you want me to take off my
panties?" You moan "please".  I wiggle out of my panties, admiring the wet
spot your fingers drew out.  Just as I step out of the underwear, you scoop
me back into your lap, my back to your chest and your thingy trapped
between my thighs.  I tickle the head of it teasingly, getting my fingers
sticky before joking that your thingy looks like its my thingy!  Your hands
push my thighs together tightly around your cock, as you call it.  You use
two fingers to spread the pudgy lips of my vulva, easing your shaft between
the damp pieces of flesh and stroking my hidden clit.  I gasp and wrap my
hands around your wrists that are beginning to move my body slightly up and
down, causing the head of your cock to brush back and forth across that hot
nub.  On each stroke I squeak and try to pull my body away but you keep me
tightly wrapped around you, bouncing me up and down.  I lean against your
chest and look down at the head of your cock pushing its way through my
flesh, popping up and almost instantly disappearing again.  My toes are
tingling and getting warm.  I thrash my head around on your chest and claw
at your hands, your arms.  I start groaning like a kitty, looking up at you
pleading to explain or make this feeling spreading up my legs and through
my privates stop.  You are heaving but I barely notice that you are
moaning, talking to me, whispering naughty swear words.  I start to chant
"daddy, daddy, daddy" until it is just "daaaaaaa".  A huge rush of heat
blows through me, a numb warmth pulsing through my privates where your cock
is touching.  I jerk hard on your lap twice before collapsing into your
awaiting arms.  "Daddy whhyyy" I beg.  You brush your hands through my hair
for awhile, calming me down, soothing my overheated face.  I look down at
my stomach and see gobs of sticky white cream sliding down my chest and
stomach.  I look up at you for an explanation.  You tell me I'm your baby
slut.  Daddies only make that special cream for little girls who tease and
touch...  so I'll be seeing a lot more of it.

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