Author: Sterling Title: Hurt My Girl Like I Got Hurt Summary: Mom was forced into sexual things when she was young. It's her idea of what a girlhood should be like, and now she recruits me to start her six-year-old daughter down the same path. Mom also finds it a tremendous turn-on -- and, heavens, so do I! Keywords: Mg Mg(6) MFg prost inc fath dau pedo loli NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 10/5/2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Hurt My Girl Like I Got Hurt Mating is about to begin. As I lean over my partner, glancing down across my smooth chest I see my penis, very erect and pointing right at her. Looking at her again, I am stunned by the beauty and perfection of my mate. She is small. A bit of her lustrous, wavy, light-brown hair lies across her chest. But it does not hide my view of her two nipples, completely flat and with no hint of the transformation they will begin to undergo before long. Everywhere her skin is smooth and white and perfect -- arms and hands, chest and stomach and parts below too. Her legs are spread wide apart. Where the inner surfaces of her upper thighs come together is the magical female place. An opening is visible between two lips which are slightly spread, an opening whose purpose is to accept a penis into her body. I am eager beyond measure to insert the tip of my penis into that space, to fulfill its destiny now as I fulfill mine. Yet up above, her beautiful face looks worried, green eyes glistening. She regards my approaching penis with fear. This lack of enthusiasm deters me momentarily, but not for long. For holding her labial folds apart, presenting her vaginal opening so unmistakably, are a pair of bigger hands -- the hands of her mother. Mother surely knows what's best for her daughter. The girl's pelvis is sitting on her mother's, and she is leaning back against her mother's chest. The girl's knees are resting above her mother's thighs, her calves and feet dangling down outside. As mother spreads her legs a little, it spreads her daughter's wide, holding them now in that position against any reflex the girl might feel for bringing her legs together. The girl's white skin is made more vivid by the background of her mothers' clothing -- blue jeans and a loose-fitting dark sweater. Mother is talking to her girl, a smooth reassuring stream of words. "Every girl goes through it at some point. I was younger than you when I did. It's part of being a girl, and best to start young..." I use one hand to point my cock tip exactly, and nestle it right at the opening of her vagina. I press, a little at first but then with increasing force. This vagina is not entirely ready to entertain its first penile visitor. She resists, but my desire is strong. My cock indents her vulva, first a little, and then more. "Ow!" cries the girl. "Now, now, don't be a cry baby... It always hurts a little at first... It's part of being a girl." Mother must know best. I press hard, using a fair portion of my manly strength. Gradually, her vagina opens a little and my tip is enfolded a bit. Tears are streaming down the girl's cheeks now and she is biting her lip. "That's it, be a good girl," coos the mother. My tip burrows further against the stubborn resistance of girl flesh... now it's through! I can feel the ring of muscles at the opening of her vagina on the back end of my tip. Looking down, I can see that I am in. I have penetrated. I have overcome her resistance. The shaft of my penis sticks into the little girl, who has taken my glans inside. The sight and the sensations are terribly exciting, and I begin thrusting. It's the tiniest thrust, only a fraction of an inch, but the hot tightness of her vagina has its effect. I give into my body's desire to finish the mating. Pleasure builds, fluids mix inside, and my male works begin their rhythmic contractions. "Oh, yes!" I groan as sperm is released into the contracting passageway and instantly fired the length of my stiff shaft and out the tip into my girl. In my body's ferocious ecstasy, masculine muscle has forced the tip of my cock in another half inch. The pulses of hot cream soon fill her space and ooze back out through the incredibly tight grip of girl flesh on stiff prong. My prong is still proudly engorged. It has fulfilled its destiny, delivering the seed of life into my chosen mate. "There! You did it, see? Your body made him so happy he gave you sperm, right where a girl needs sperm. You can do it... you can make a man happy!" I draw back, still breathing hard, and realize as my penis eases into the open air how tightly her vagina has been clutching it. I have some inclination to say something to the girl, but her mother has that whole side of things covered. I just smile and slip through the door into the bedroom. I shut it and lie naked on the bed, reliving the experience of a lifetime. I've penetrated, thrust into and fully consummated my desire for one of the only truly gorgeous females in the world, young girls. Lisa is six years old. --------------------------------------------------------- I dress and wait for the girl's mother to cue further action, if any. I doze off with sweet memories. It is perhaps two hours later that there is a knock at the door. "You ready to do it again?" asks the mother. My heart leaps. Penetrating that tight little pussy required a fully stiff erection, and the second time will require that too. But I am ready, thinking again of the lusciousness of the prize. Once again the girl lies back on the mother, pussy held open. "Make him feel welcome!" says the mother. The girl tries to give a smile. She still is very tight in the pussy, but not so impossibly tight as before. There is more lubrication than before -- perhaps from my previous load of cum. I can soon go in and out a little. Hard, insistent thrusts on the instroke make more progress each time. I reach the high-water mark of my previous deepest incursion, made during my ejaculatory lunge. Now I can go in and out the better part of an inch, and I do. The sight of her laid out for the taking and the hot, wet welcome I am getting inside her lower center female space are very exciting. But having inseminated her just a couple hours before, I am able to hold off and enjoy the in and out. "That's how men do it, see, in and out like that. See how happy he looks?" I realize that I probably do look happy, and see no reason to hide it. If a girl is getting a painful lesson in accepting the insistent probings of an adult male organ, might it not be a bit better if he is smiling rather than looking grim or scowling? I realize I have not the slightest desire to hurt this girl. Any hurt she feels is collateral damage as I fulfill my ferocious hunger to join my body with hers, to copulate, penetrate, and inject her with what my body orders me to inject her with. "Feel it inside? Feel how he's in deeper than before? That's part of being a girl, feeling that big thing inside you, going in and out. He wants it so much, and you're what he wants, and you have the power to make him happy... it's part of being female, to be able to give a man pleasure, and the sooner you start the better..." The mother's talk is erotic, thinking about things from that point of view, the girl's opportunity to serve me and give me pleasure... what a nice way of thinking of it all. My body's base desire to inject her with sperm once more cannot be put off much longer, and I stop trying to resist. In and out I thrust, harder and harder. It feels so right, so good, and as the sperm-delivery works start pulsing again, I ram in deeper than before. The girl yelps. Clear thought is impossible while my cock is delivering rhythmic spurts, but even the girl's pain is part of the circle of life as the girl learns to take a cock deeper and give a man yet more happiness. --------------------------------------------------------- The mother Mary Smith lives in a modest trailer set back from the seldom-traveled country road. I met her online in a dark-web forum for mothers whose ultimate fantasy is to watch men having sex with their young daughters. They lamented how hard it was to find men, who were all worried about it being a police trap. They were right to be worried, but I was feeling desperate. I had started consuming child pornography as part of satisfying this lust that had no other outlet in life. The girls in the videos were smiling, so I figured they didn't mind... in desperation I answered the ad, promising nothing but a visit. But there were no cops waiting behind the door, and no police convoy pulled up within the first hour as I had an awkward lunch with mother and daughter. I tried to smile and make small talk, but neither mother nor daughter responded to such friendly overtures. With no seduction or foreplay, I had watched in amazement as the daughter stripped at her mother's command and lay back in her lap in the center of a sofa. Losing my own clothes, I turned to the pair with a full, straining erection, greeted by a wary gaze from the daughter and smiling approval from the mother. --------------------------------------------------------- I confessed that two sessions of physically demanding sex with the girl was about all I could manage, and prepared to leave. But Mary asked if I would stay over and do more tomorrow. I instantly knew I would take her up on her offer. The trailer had one bedroom and a modest living room, of which one small part had been curtained off to make a tiny sleeping area for Lisa, really just the cot with a curtain around it. Mary explained that the two of them just shared the one bed until very recently. Lisa's strong appeal to me focused on getting my cock into her little vagina. Hanging around the house with Lisa, I was excited to catch a glimpse up under her skirt, or to see the smooth front of jeans that proved she was a girl. But I also began to get a sense of her as a real person. Behind the lovely hair and green eyes was an individual with a personality. She liked some foods and not others. She could be talkative and could be quiet. She loved her mother but seemed a little frightened of her too. I saw her sitting with one leg under her, swinging the other back and forth. Yes, there was a pussy up under there, but she was also a girl who was just swinging her leg back and forth. Mary insisted I take the bedroom while she would sleep on the sofa. After a simple supper mother and daughter watched TV. I joined them for a bit and focused on what Lisa was doing, but she did little except just watch the TV. I found the show tiresome and retreated to my room. Mary's WiFi had no password, so I didn't even need to ask for it before catching up online. But mostly I just relived those moments of exquisite sex with Lisa again and again. Mary started drinking after supper. After Lisa went to bed she kept drinking. I woke in the middle of the night to a sound. When I quietly opened the door, I found Mary lying on the sofa, jeans and panties around her ankles, hand between her legs. On her chest was a laptop that showed the afternoon sex session. Mary stared at it hungrily while her hand below worked frantically, and when the video came to the moment of my orgasm inside of Lisa, she gave a gasp and moan herself. Of course... these women wouldn't masturbate while their daughters were right there with them, so video for later made the most sense. When I awoke at 8am, Lisa was nowhere to be seen. She'd gone to school, Mary explained. Of course, school... I hoped she wouldn't tell, but presumably Mary knew her daughter. If our interludes were discovered, Mary would be in serious trouble too, not just me. There had been no talk of money between us. During the day, with little to do, I made myself useful fixing a sticky kitchen drawer and a cabinet door that wasn't on right, then doing a bit of yard work. When Lisa got home, it was time for more sex. Mary told Lisa she should be able to do it on her own this time, and so she lay back naked on the bed in the bedroom and I mounted her, just like two grown-ups having sex. Stiff man penis worked its way into girl vagina while Mary watched. Penetration wasn't so bad this time, though Lisa was still very tight. And then I thrust in and out energetically, feasting my eyes on the gorgeous girl. Her mother continued to call out encouragement from the edge of the bed. But Lisa seemed to be used to sex at least to the extent of not fighting back tears. At one point I reached down, kissed her cheek and said, "You are so beautiful," though I did not let up from thrusting my penis in and out of her vagina. "Very funny," said Mary, clearly uncomfortable. "Sweet-talking my girl." I groaned and let loose another flood of creamy goo up inside Lisa as deep as my penis would go, which was pretty deep by now. Before dinner Mary wanted Lisa to learn how to take it from the rear, doggy style. I didn't mind -- not at all. Lisa even giggled at one point when my cock slipped out. I got it back in and held tight onto her little butt as I plunged in and out. When my climax was upon me, I lunged in deep, and Lisa jerked beneath me and said, "Ow!" "Yeah, it goes in even deeper that way," said Mary. "Good to learn it." As she was saying that I whispered, "I'm so, so sorry!" to Lisa so her mother wouldn't hear. --------------------------------------------------------- Mary and I had not discussed anything about my staying over before our first encounter. She didn't suggest I leave the next day either. As long as I was getting to achieve my life's dream deep in the vagina of her little daughter, I wasn't going to take the initiative on leaving. I didn't have a job, really, just some freelance contracts. The second evening, Mary revealed her plan. "There are other moms in that group, you know," she said. "Would you consider doing some of their girls?" Would I ever! But I was troubled once again by the prospect of police. "Don't you think some of them might be cops?" "Always something to worry about. But these would come here. During the day while Lisa's at school. I'd make myself scarce and you could do them. A dream come true for them." For the mothers, that is, I thought. Still... the idea was very appealing. I figured I'd slip Mary a few 20s now and then to help with the cost of food. The next girl was a bit older. Her little nipples were sticking out, and there was some downy hair below. She wasn't gorgeous, but that didn't matter when she spread her legs over her mother's and I got a view of her female parts. "Helps a little if you rub first," said the mother, fluttering her fingers up and down over her daughter's little clit. "Helps it go in easier." The girl still looked very nervous as she saw my cock approaching. Like Mary, her mother held her daughter's lips apart so there was no doubt whatsoever where my cock was being invited to go. I was prepared for the labor of tough drilling I had needed to get into Mary, but this was quite different. My cock slid in after just mild pressure. "Oooff," said the girl, and her mother said, "Oh yeah, a little blood! He took your cherry! Happens to most girls the first time." A little blood was nothing to me. Having gotten past the first resistance, it was nothing like Lisa. She was very tight, but my cock went in, aided in part by her lubrication. A sexy girl, with smooth, tight, hot, deep vagina was an irresistible invitation to climax, and my body obliged, as I ecstatically delivered into the girl after a mere thirty seconds of thrusting. "See, he did it! You made him happy! Can you feel it coming out? Now you're a woman... and know how to make a man happy." This mother couldn't hide her own arousal, and squirmed noticeably under her daughter. I would have been happy to do it again in an hour, but the mother and daughter disappeared after the one session. --------------------------------------------------------- After school Lisa came home and her mother said it was time for her to make me happy again. Now Lisa's vagina was deep enough for my deepest thrusts, though still very tight. I lay on top of her, though holding my own weight, my head lying on the mattress to one side. When I had finished my primal task inside her vagina, I raised my head. I caressed Lisa's cheek, and she smiled at me. "Ah, c'mon," said Mary, who got up and left in a huff. It got to be a regular thing after school. Lisa would put down the lunch box, pee, and then strip so she could give me pleasure. And at this she succeeded magnificently. Then it was time for the usual little girl stuff... playing inside or out, a bit of homework, some TV. --------------------------------------------------------- This mother spoke Spanish to her daughter, a beauty with big brown eyes and dark hair. I don't know exactly what the mother was saying, but there was nothing foreign about the pussy laid out for me below. If mothers made no attempt at warming their girls up, I had taken to a compassionate rubbing of glans against clitoris before penetration. When I poked my cock against her pussy opening, it eased in, and then in further, like a hand slipping into a perfect-fitting glove. And then it occurred to me that she probably wasn't actually a virgin. Some other man had already opened her up. I felt a flicker of disappointment, and then chastised myself for getting picky. My cock was buried in a beautiful little girl's pussy. I enjoyed the luscious hot hug her body gave me and unloaded several spurts of sperm deep inside it. It was my favorite first-time pussy. The mother asked by way of sign language if I would do her again, and I nodded enthusiastically. Five minutes later my cock recovered and I did her again. I required a full half hour to rest before the third insemination. That time when I came inside her the girl gave a little smile. --------------------------------------------------------- I was surprised in the middle of the night when Lisa appeared at my bedside. "Can I make you happy?" she whispered. Her coming to me! I smiled as I made room for her as my cock rapidly hardened. I turned over onto her and plunged in and out for a full minute before shuddering as I delivered inside her, quietly, in the middle of the night. When I had disengaged, she squeezed against my side tightly. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Yes," she whispered. "But mommy's mad at me." "Oh..." "She says I'm a slut." "Oh!" "That's a bad thing, being a slut, right?" "Yeah, most people would say so." "What is it?" "It's when a girl has sex with lots of men... But that's not what she means here... Give me a sec..." What turned Mary on was the idea of her daughter being violated and forced to have sex. If she got used to it and even found some cause for humor or some glimmer of pleasure or affection, that made it all wrong for Mary. I had a hunch. "You don't mind it so much when we have sex any more, I gather?" "No, it's kind of nice actually. To know how happy you get, and you like me too." "I think that's the problem -- that you don't mind." "Huh? That doesn't make sense." "I think bad things happened to your mother when she was your age, and the man was mean to her, and for some reason that's what she really connects with... how bad she felt back then. So if you don't mind it when I do it to you, that makes it all wrong for her. So pretend you're unhappy -- but don't overdo it! I'll try to be more nasty to you too, but you and I know it's just an act, OK?" "OK. I'd better get back to bed. Mommy would be mad if she knew I came to see you." I nodded, and Lisa left. --------------------------------------------------------- This mother was quite large. But I didn't let that distract me from the very small girl on her lap, a cutie with blue eyes and blond curls. This girl didn't show much emotion. Her pussy opening looked small. I spent extra time sliding the tip of my penis up and down on her clit before putting it into penetrating position to help the nervous little vagina get a bit wetter. This mother worked her hand up under her own dress even as I tried to penetrate her daughter, and made no secret of masturbating. But soon that bewildered little vagina met the fate the girl's mother had arranged for it, stretched to its widest imaginable point and then beyond, as my cock started invading it. She was even tighter than Lisa had been. She clenched her teeth tightly during my first serious pressure. She was so tight I didn't force it further. I'd penetrated several small girls now, and her pain wasn't a price I was willing to pay for conquering another one. Instead I let my guiding hand turn into a subtly wanking hand, and quickly disgorged my load where nature intended it to go -- but barely inside. Mother gasped with orgasm at the same time. As they were leaving, I looked out into the driveway and I saw Mary slip the mother a thumb drive while the mother slipped Mary an envelope... Money! Mary was earning money for setting up these encounters. That seemed fair. I loved the idea of making this a regular thing, with a new little girl to penetrate every few days. What I was receiving was priceless. To have money changing hands in either direction for my part in it would sully it. --------------------------------------------------------- "I don't wanna!" Lisa said. "I'm sick of it! Stop doing it to me!" "No backtalk from you, bitch," I said gruffly. "You gotta take it when I wanna give it to you. So shut up and spread your legs." "No!" I spread them by force and jammed my cock in. "Ouch!" she said. "Now you lie back and take it up the cunt until I'm done!" At that I closed my eyes and thrust away energetically. "That's it... Good little cunt... Doing like you're told. Taking it in." I tried to look very satisfied -- that part wasn't very hard. "Now I juice your dirty cunt with cum!" I said, coming inside her. When I pulled out, Lisa turned away towards the wall in fetal position. "Oooo, you get like that, I'll wanna fuck you from behind," I said. Lisa immediately returned to her back, pouting. Mary looked on, beaming. ============================================================ Chapter 2 "Mom... Mommy? Mommy!" I heard Lisa's rising voice and leapt up to see what was afoot. Mary did not look well at all. She was pale. I tried to rouse her, shaking her roughly. She didn't respond. I called an ambulance, then kept trying to rouse Mary. I couldn't see her breathing. She looked gray. The ambulance took her away, and I was left with Lisa. She crawled up into my lap and curled up in the fetal position. A couple hours later the call came confirming that Mary was dead. In retrospect, the pieces fit. The day before she had gone out to the car to see off another mother and daughter pair. I had seen her come back towards the house with a wad of cash, a glow in her eyes. Apparently that cash had tempted her to buy some favorite drug of hers, one that apparently didn't go so well with alcohol. So, now what to do? To save my own hide, I should scour the place for any electronics that might have a hint of our illicit sex. Then I should take off. I'd had great satisfaction with Lisa and inside Lisa, but now that there was danger, I should just leave. Lisa would manage somehow. Every day, many little girls all across America lost their mothers. But Lisa was still clinging to me, crying from time to time. That wasn't Lisa the owner of a magnificent vagina, that was Lisa the girl. And I was very fond of that girl and wanted the best for her. Mary had mentioned in passing that she didn't even know who Lisa's father was. So now I asked Lisa about other family. Aunts and uncles? Grandparents? Cousins? Mary shook her head. Could I possibly take her myself? "Don't get stuck taking care of some other guy's kid" was something you heard guys say a lot. So a big part of me couldn't believe what I said next. "Someone's got to be your parent. Would you like to live with me as your father?" "I'd love it!" she said, looking up at me with pleading eyes. "I don't know if they'll allow it, but obviously we can't let out a word about any of the sexual stuff going on. And you'll have to pretend I've been your mother's boyfriend. And been around a while, and been like a father to you." "OK," she said, after I explained in greater detail why. But first the social workers took her away to a foster home while they sorted out her future. I wasn't sure what would happen with Mary's estate, such as it was, but I decided to just keep living in the trailer until someone came to kick me out. Instead, I was surprised a few days later when a mother and daughter arrived. More clients! I explained that Mary wasn't available, though I was, if she still wanted what she had come for. But the mother looked alarmed and made a hasty exit. I couldn't blame her. But yet another mother and daughter arrived two days later, and this mother's lust overcame anxiety. I soon overcame that little girl's vaginal resistance, got my cock into her, and scored. A crude way to look at it, but then part of me is a crude animal. When the mother asked for the thumb drive, I was chagrined to realize that of course such recordings wouldn't make themselves. I apologized, and the least I could do was waive the fee. After some effort I figured out how to get the cameras working at the right time, but apparently I had exhausted the schedule of clients that Mary had arranged before her demise. No other mother-daughter pairs arrived. --------------------------------------------------------- If the authorities located any distant relatives for Lisa, they apparently did not want her. I was delighted when she came back to me in a month. Social services did not put much effort into girls like Lisa who "didn't come from much." If I was willing to take her, they were happy to be rid of her, even if I was a single man. When Lisa first got back to me, the first afternoon, she asked if she could please me sexually. I said no, fathers and daughters didn't do that. She cried. That night she crawled into bed with me. That was OK for a 7-year-old to do, especially one who was grieving the loss of her mother. But she wanted me to do it to her. She was unhappy when I refused. She said she didn't feel safe or like she was doing her job unless she could make me happy that way. I reflected on the situation. I was already very, very guilty in the eyes of the law. We had been in one kind of pattern. Maybe we could break out of it gradually. And as for me, selfishly? God, did I want to get my cock back into her! Lisa smiled when she felt my stiff cock. She eased onto her back, I eased on top of her and into her. "Can I stop pretending I'm all upset?" she said. "Of course." I didn't take long to come, and it felt magnificent. As I pulled out, Lisa snuggled against me. In the morning she wanted me to do it again. She looked anxious when I said it was best not to, so I gave in and did it to her again. It was all very confusing. Most stepfathers first established a stable relationship with the mother. They they first met their future stepdaughter in a series of child-friendly encounters. I met Lisa because her mother desperately wanted a man to have sex with her, same as men had done to her when she was a girl. And I had complied. What I really had been doing was rape. It's an ugly word but there was no escaping it. However much Mary encouraged me, it was rape -- over and over again. Stretching Lisa's vagina required force and caused pain, though her being so young was plenty of reason for the world to call it rape anyway. Children are very adaptable, and Lisa had of course had to adapt to her mother's ways for her whole life. When her mother told her to let a man force his cock into her little pussy, no matter how much it hurt, she had adapted to that too. Mary and Lisa were, to put it unkindly, white trash. Mary's parenting had been inconsistent, and Lisa had been seriously neglected. I might be a pedophile, but I was raised in the middle class, and instinctively raised Lisa the way I had been raised. Lisa got to understand the difference and ultimately appreciated it a great deal. Lisa missed her mother, of course, and in the first months especially cried often. She learned that I would hold her gently and let her cry, and I did not tell her not to be a baby. I did not require sex as payment. Lisa was hard at times, testing limits. Along with my own intuitive sense of parenting retained from my childhood, I read up frantically on parenting techniques. I seemed to do a decent job. When she got older, Lisa had the insight to feel guilty that she was happier with me than she had been with her mother, and to work through that guilt. --------------------------------------------------------- We had been together a year. "I really do make you happy, you know, with sex?" she asked. "Oh, yes, you really do!" "But most men would get happy with women, right?" "Right." "And lots of them wouldn't even want to do it with a girl like me." "That's right." I was a pervert. She didn't quite come out and say it, but that's what she meant. I soldiered on. "But your mom wanted someone who would want to do it with a girl like you, and that's how I got picked to come here. And even men who like little girls... very few of them would ever do it to you like I did, causing you so much pain." She paused, frowning. "Why'd you do it?" "Because I only like little girls. And that's what a man always wants most -- to penetrate his girl -- to penetrate her vagina. And I told myself that if your mother wanted it, your mother must know what's best for her girl... I know, it sounds crazy. I didn't want to hurt you, but it did hurt you, and I should never have done it." I felt bad then. Really, genuinely bad. I considered asking Lisa if she would forgive me, but she was already tacking the other way. "But my mother did decide it. If it hadn't been you she would have found some man who was mean about it." I nodded. That certainly could have happened. "And otherwise I'd never have gotten to know you and you wouldn't be my daddy." I smiled. "And I know that a girl's job is to make a man happy, and let him have sex with her. When he gets happy having sex, she knows she's doing her job and he'll stay." I frowned. There was so much wrong with that way of thinking... not least that a girl shouldn't start musing about even thinking that way until she was sixteen, or maybe fourteen... But here we were. Not at all the usual father-daughter pair. I loved her as a lover, and I loved her as a father, which was twice as much love as most people offer, but naturally they sometimes conflicted too. Fathers and daughters usually sleep in separate beds. Men and their lovers share the same bed. Lisa and I shared a bed. Along with the sex that was for my benefit, Lisa wanted the closeness and comfort of another person. Sometimes she woke up frightened and shaking. I could hug her and hold her, but nothing made her calm down like feeling my cock sliding deep into her pussy. I usually just waited until she was asleep and let it slide out again... or I fell asleep and it naturally slid out in time. Other times I just wanted to fuck her and relieve myself by coming in her, and that calmed her down even better. I told her about how women and girls could feel good sexually, and tried demonstrating. She thought that was awful. That upset the world. The world was right when girls let men get happy in their vaginas. If they got something out of it too -- that wasn't right. --------------------------------------------------------- Eventually the legal issues got settled. I adopted Lisa, and moved with her back to my home town. I rented a place suitable for the two of us. I was happy to get Lisa away from the community where people reacted to her as Mary's daughter to one where they reacted to her as my daughter. Now she was middle class. She also absorbed middle class values. She understood I'd always be there for her because that's what parents did. She understood that what we did in the bedroom was considered to be very, very wrong. She also understood that if anyone found out, I would go to prison and she would have absolutely no one to really care for her. Foster parents would go through the motions, but they wouldn't really care. I cared for her too much, maybe, but she instinctively felt that too much was better than not enough. Lisa also knew I could never have happy sex with a woman. And there just weren't any other little girls available. She'd had a much better and more successful childhood than she would have if her mom had lived. Daddies and daughters do different activities together. She just wanted to do one with me that was very different. One that I liked a whole lot. And so life passed for a few precious years. When Lisa got to be 11 she started developing sexually. I got a vasectomy -- that issue was easily addressed. But there was also the issue of attractiveness that I had to raise with her. She would get physically less attractive to me, just at a time when most girls were getting interested in sex and wanting reassurance that they were attractive. She understood the trouble. Perhaps she was beautiful enough that her doubts along those lines were minimal. --------------------------------------------------------- "You know, it's different, daddy. I used to want to let you do it to me to make you happy. But more and more I want to do it because I want to do it." "That's natural." There was a pause. "That wasn't just theoretical." She smiled. I stepped towards her, took her in my arms, and kissed her. She smiled as I marched her to the bedroom, worked her pants and panties down far enough, and fucked her. She soon developed a ferocious sexual appetite. Three times a day was not enough. After what she had been doing for me for all those years, I was determined to do anything in my power to meet her needs now. But unlike a pussy, a cock has limits that good intentions cannot always overcome. I got Viagra. Lisa got good at tongue jobs to get me hard. We did it in the dark, and she pretended to be a little girl. I encouraged her to masturbate as much as she wanted, and she did. She understood that girls deserve to have pleasure too, and that they should only have sex if they really wanted to, not to make men happy. But despite all that, in this phase, she just wanted to get fucked, deep and hard and fast, as often as possible. And I did my very best. Her breasts did not grow to be large. This, she joked, was a choice she made as a gesture to accommodate my preferences. She developed into a beautiful girl, willowy with a ready smile, but with the same lustrous light brown hair and green eyes she had when she was six. Then she entered another phase, where she got really interested in boys. I had to caution her not to offer to jump into bed with them right away and confidently have sex, lest it give away our secret father-daughter activities. But after appropriate delay and hesitancy, she did fuck a couple of her boyfriends regularly and enthusiastically. But she never stopped spreading her legs for me, at least a couple times a week. In her mind I was separate from what she might be doing with a boyfriend. After one favorite boyfriend dumped her she wanted to fuck me every morning and night, riding me roughly, working out her anger. I didn't mind. It wasn't me she was mad at, and a little anger washed away each time she gasped with orgasm. I did my part too, ecstatically seeding her pussy for the millionth time. --------------------------------------------------------- "Oh, daddy... I see your thingy is long again... Ooooo, would you put it in my hoo-ha and get happy? Pweeze? I like when you get happy in my hoo-ha. There... you got it in! Now to get happy you got back and forth." She giggled. "I guess you 'member that, don't you." She often found a funny little twist like that. I plunged in and out of her vagina and ejaculated way up inside her -- the ecstasy never fades. My dear, sweet Lisa. We always do it in the dark now, at least when she's doing it for me. I try to skip the parts that would interfere with the illusion that she is a small girl. Back when she was six, I made her pussy into one big enough for my cock, and it was still the perfect size. I avoid the parts of her body that are much bigger. Her little-girl voice mimics that of a girl who is much younger than six, but that is an age I find even more attractive than six. --------------------------------------------------------- Lisa is 18. She's dated boys and going to date more. She hopes to marry one some day. She just has a big secret she can never, ever tell. She's middle class, she's been a good student, and she's going to college. The night before she leaves, she has a present for her daddy. Back when she was 10 and still pretty much a little girl, she had secretly taken some videos of her and me having sex. I had been dimly aware of it but thought she was just horsing around. Now she's used her impressive video editing skills to put together an amazing compilation of a man fucking a little girl from all angles and positions. Not just any man or any little girl -- me and Lisa. As for my future sex life, it will just have to do. "My only request is you never post it on the internet, OK?" "Lisa! Heavens, no. What kind of man do you think I am?" We both laugh and hug each other. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.