Sex Ed for Little Girls
By WintermuteX
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Tags:
Mg+, best, inc, oral, ped
Content:
Pedophilia, Incest, Student/Teacher, Public Sex, Daughter Swapping
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"What are you drawing there sweetie?" I asked, crouching down next to
the girl.
"It's an elfunt!" Sally held up the paper to show me the
indistinguishable grey blob with a train of smaller blobs following
behind it.
"See? She has lots of baby elfunts too."
The gray crayon marks could indeed have been a train of stately
pachyderms, but they might as well have passed for a series of rain
clouds, or puddles. The little 6-year-old was creative, but she wasn't
quite a Picasso yet.
"It's great honey." I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a squeeze.
"You're so talented." Sally gave me her most heart-melting smile. She
was such a sweetheart, all happy grins and sunshine and a passionate
enthusiasm for everything she did. My favorite student.
"Hey Mr. Renner. Is it playtime yet?" Sally looked up at me hopefully,
restlessness evident in the nervous tick of her thighs.
"Almost, sweetie. A few more minutes."
She flounced and huffed in my arms. "Okaaaaaay." I let her get back to
her coloring. She bent over on the bench to rest her arms on the low
table, and I took a moment to admire the cute pink skirt draped over the
perky curve of her bottom. The little blonde 6-year-old was such a
treat. Her father was a lucky man.
I stood up and surveyed the classroom. Jim was helping Meredith on the
far side, resting a hand comfortably on the 7-year-old's shoulder as she
scribbled madly on her paper, and the other girls were working quietly
on their own projects. Lisa and Beth had cut out little figures from red
construction paper and were gluing them onto a drawn background on a
poster. The twin sisters were inseparable in everything they did. Emily,
the new girl, was drawing quietly, and Amber, my oldest girl at 9, had
drawn out a story about princesses and dragons on her big sheet of paper
and was writing between the illustrations.
"Does he kidnap the princess?" I asked her, pointing at the leering
wyrm.
"No," she laughed. "They run away together. They're in love. Some knight
comes to save her but he's dumb and he gets eaten. Then they have little
dragon babies and live happily ever after." She pointed at the tale
scrawled between the figures, and I saw how the story ended with a
picture of the princess and the dragon locked in an intimate embrace. I
had to hand it to her, Amber could really draw. The dragon was
anatomically accurate in every way. I made a note to get her some better
art supplies for next week. She had long outgrown the markers she was
using.
"Good job Amber." I swept my hand over the paper. "This is really great.
I'll bet your Dad will love it."
"Yeah. He'll want to put it on the fridge." She made a slight face.
"There's already too much on the fridge."
"That just shows how much he loves what you do," I laughed, tousling her
blonde hair. "Can't blame a dad for being proud of his baby girl. He'll
love this. Let's clean up now. It's playtime."
"Yay!" She hugged me and started packing the markers back into the box,
arranging them fastidiously by color. I stood up.
"Ok kids!" I clapped my hands twice to get their attention. "Go ahead
and put your stuff away and get your mats. It's playtime." Girlish
squeals of delight filled the classroom as they bustled to put their
things away. Jim and I stood resting back against the big table in the
center of the room as one-by-one the girls picked their favorite mats
and dragged them over to the cleared area in front of us. Amber picked
the purple frilly bedroll that she liked, and Lisa and Beth shared the
big red cushion with the knitted edges. Emily lingered at the pile of
mats by the cabinets, looking hesitant.
"Pick the blue one!" Sally called. "Mr. Renner loves the blue one." The
girls all tittered together, but it was true. The thick blue blanket
with the sewn-in cushion was what I liked to use. The girls always
looked so good on it, and its many stains barely showed.
Emily blushed briefly, but grabbed the blanket and hauled it over,
joining the half-circle of little girls arranged in front of us. They
each kneeled on their chosen mats and blankets, looking up at us with
wide eyes and eager expressions.
"Ok girls. Remember where we left off last time?"
Sally threw her hand in the air and waved it hysterically. "I know! I
know!" the 6-year-old bellowed. "You were explaining how it gets hard."
"That's right." I heard the zipping sound next to me and joined Jim in
undoing my belt and pulling down my pants in front of the class of
girls. The hungry bulges strained obscenely against our underwear as the
girls looked on, fascinated.
"Do you remember how it gets hard Sally?" I asked.
"You said it was blood Mr. Renner." The little girl's eyes were locked
on the swelling fabric of my underwear. "Which seems so weird. How does
more blood make something hard?"
"Let's find out." I motioned to myself and Jim with a hand. "Who wants
to volunteer today?"
Almost as one, Lisa and Beth scrambled forward and kneeled on the carpet
in front of me and Jim. Two pairs of tiny hands reached up to grasp our
underwear, and the girls pulled the fabric down, causing a pair of fat
cocks to spring out and slap them in the face. They giggled and nuzzled
the firm flesh, then wrapped their fingers around the meaty pricks of
their teachers.
"That's good sweetie." I rested my hand on Lisa's head, fingers curling
in her dark hair. She looked up at me with almond eyes shining with
desire, the heritage of her Asian family.
"It feels good right?" she asked.
"Better than good," I sighed, shifting my weight and leaning back
against the table. Christ, nothing could beat the feeling of a little
girl's tiny fingers on your cock. I needed to give some of the other
girls a chance during playtime besides Beth and Lisa, but they were just
so good. Jim leaned back in the same way next to me as Beth pattered her
fingers up and down his stiff rod of firm velvet, feeling the taut
flesh, rimming the purpling glans at the end and peering at the first
drip of precum on his cock with fascination.
"Can I try again today Mr. Renner?" The shining hope in Lisa's eyes as
she looked up at me was adorable. My prick bulged expectantly an inch
from her lips.
"Of course sweetie." I gestured, and the little girl opened her mouth
tentatively and wrapped her lips around my prick like it was delicate
candy. The twins had had more practice, but it was important that all
the girls had a chance to practice cocksucking. The gripping warmth of
Lisa's mouth sent a shiver racing up from my crotch, but I tried to file
away a note to myself to let Meredith go first next time. She had seemed
upset at only getting a B at blowjobs on her report card. More practice
would do her good.
"Like Mr. Renner said, blood is what causes a man's penis to get erect,"
Jim said, taking over the lesson as the suction on my prick began to
vacuum up all the thoughts from my head. "This usually means a man is
aroused, though there could be other reasons. Now, who here has seen
their Daddy's prick hard like this before?"
The girls all raised their hands. Good fathers, the lot of them. None of
them had neglected their daughter's needs.
"Dad's pretty much hard all the time. He never even wears pants around
the house anymore. Says it's too uncomfortable." Beth giggled as she
used Jim's precum to moisten the head of his cock and began a slow slide
of her fist along the tip.
"Then you're doing a good job at home honey," Jim encouraged her. "Now,
last week we talked about sex again. Who can tell me what we talked
about?"
The hands all shot up, but Jim pointed at Sally.
"Sex is when Daddy's hard cock goes in your pussy," the 6-year-old said
proudly. "Semen with millions of little babies in it comes out of the
cock and that's how you get pregnant. It feels really good."
"Dad only puts it in my pussy sometimes," Amber said. "He uses my mouth
or my butt the other times, but it still feels good."
"But doesn't he have to cum in your pussy to get you pregnant?" Meredith
asked. "Or can it be anywhere?"
Jim shook his head and readied a reply, but shuddered as Beth's hands on
his penis sent a ripple of pleasure up from his groin.
"No," he panted, swallowing after the tremor subsided. "Your daddies can
put semen anywhere in you, but you'd only get pregnant if it's in your
vagina. Don't worry though. Remember that your daddies love you no
matter where it ends up."
"Dad likes to put it on our faces before we get on the school bus", Beth
said, nuzzling the prick in her face as she teased it with her fingers.
"Lisa's always trying to butt in and take more of it though." She
feigned an angry look at her sister.
"Mmmph. Mmph mmph mmmmphmmmph." Lisa couldn't protest her sister's
accusation past the rod of engorged flesh in her mouth. The gripping
tunnel had sucked me in until I had 3 inches of raging fuckmeat buried
between her lips and was butting up against her throat in the back. She
had taken the cue from the dripping precum on her tongue and my
tightening fist in her hair, and pumped her cheeks before treating me to
a light bobbing motion, tiny lips gliding over engorged flesh and
leaving trails of gooey saliva behind. I bucked my hips to meet her
motion, relishing the feel of my manhood flattening the girl's tiny
squirming tongue underneath it.
The other girls looked on in fascination, pants and shirts down or up as
they liked, fingers seeking the glorious buds of pleasure at their cunts
and pinching the hardening nipples on their flat chests, watching the
dark-haired twins on their knees at the front of the class eagerly
sucking their teacher's pricks. Sally's pink skirt was around her ankles
and her Hello Kitty t-shirt was pushed up to her chest as she reclined
on her blanket, both hands digging hungrily at the slit between her
legs. Her eyes followed the glistening cockflesh with wide-eyed wonder
as it disappeared repeatedly into her classmate's mouth with wet
slurping sounds. Sally was always a good student, attentive in class.
They all were.
The rising tide became a sudden swell that shivered up my erect girth,
the stirrings of a liquid avalanche beginning deep in my balls. Pulling
gently on her hair with my fingers, I coaxed Lisa on with an encouraging
murmur. She knew exactly what the sudden shiver and jerk in a man's
pelvis meant. Saliva dripped from her lips and began to run down her
chin as she dove eagerly onto the purpling girth, slapping the glans
against her tonsils with puffing cheeks. Only 8, and already a great
cocksucker, and her sister was every bit as skilled. I was lucky to have
such good students. A struggling tongue worked my underside, wiggling
and fighting for space to add that tiny spice of extra pleasure to the
froth about to boil over in my crotch. Her eyes looked up, eyelashes
batting, staring into mine to ask if it was good, if I liked it, if she
was doing it right and would get a good grade. I could have lost myself
in the dark depths of those almond pools. 8 years, and a gaze already
glittering with the hungry passion and desperate need for validation
that little girls craved so deeply from men. That look would never get
old for me.
"Hnnnng!" My balls clenched suddenly, sending a frothing white geyser
racing upward where it exploded into the girl's mouth. Cum erupted and
filled the tiny space until it backflowed in her throat, and she pulled
off, coughing, a mixture of spittle and semen dribbling out her mouth
and down her chin.
"Ack," she coughed again into her hands, gooey liquid filling them up
and dripping messily onto her yellow blouse. "Sorry Mr. Renner I" - she
coughed again - " I tried to swallow. See?" She tilted her head up and
opened her mouth wide like she was at the doctor's office, sticking her
tongue out. Deposits of white cream melted like butter on its surface
and goopy loads of semen swilled at the base. She closed and swallowed
again.
"That was good. You did fine Lisa." I patted her head. Remember to
swallow fast, girls," I said, addressing the class breathlessly." If a
cock's in your mouth, remember to feel for when it's about to cum and be
ready.
"Yes Mr. Renner" they all singsonged in unison.
"Now then." I loosened the fist I had tangled in Lisa's hair and let her
sit back. Beth had watched with fascination as her twin sister sucked my
cock, using her own spit and his precum to work Jim up to a gentle
fisting motion. Now she turned and kissed the tip of his shaft before
taking it inside. Jim's legs twitched and he moaned from the glorious
feeling of little 8-year-old lips wrapping around his tool, rapture on
his face. I took over the lesson again. It helped to have just one of us
go at a time, so the other could keep up the lecture.
"Ok," I wheezed, trying to see past the stars of my dwindling orgasm.
"You can sit Lisa." She scooted back and rested her butt on the red
cushion, one hand rubbing the knitted edges for comfort as kids liked to
do while the other hand dived hungrily into her shorts.
"Let's have a small story time," I announced. "We'll go around the class
starting with Sally. Sally, do you remember the first time you saw an
erect cock?"
"Yes Mr. Renner!" Sally chirped, her voice winding up with enthusiasm.
She could be quite the teacher's pet whenever I called on her, but that
was just her energy showing.
"When I was 5 I saw our dog TJ had a thing between his legs that was all
red. He was kind of whimpering and pushing against the couch. I thought
he was hurt so I told my daddy, and he showed it to me and explained
what it was for."
"That's good," I said, nodding in affirmation. "Did it seem a little
confusing at first?"
"Yeah. Daddy pulled down his pants and showed me his, but he didn't look
like TJ so I didn't get it. He put his cock in my mouth so I could taste
it, then he let TJ put his in my mouth too. He tasted REALLY funny," the
6-year-old gushed. "All salty and gooey. Then he asked Jessica, my big
sister, to come in and she tasted TJ's cock too and then Daddy had her
lie down on the floor and let TJ fuck her. He was really rough and I
thought maybe it hurt but Jessica told me how good it felt. That's when
Daddy started fucking me along with Jessica every night"
At 5 she would have been due to start SOEF classes the next year, but
the sooner a girl started her education, the better, as far as I was
concerned. Curiosity left unsated was never good for a girl. At best,
neglectful, and at worst, dangerous. Sally's Dad was a responsible
father.
"What about you, Meredith?" I asked, turning to face the little
brown-haired girl masturbating on her mat. "When was the first time you
saw a hard cock?"
"I don't really remember - I was really little I guess," the 7-year-old
recalled. "Mom and Dad always let me sleep with them because I was
always scared that something in my closet would eat me. I didn't really
know what they were doing when they were having sex. I thought Daddy's
cock was like, hollow, or that it would deflate like a balloon if I
touched it." She laughed at her own naievete. "Mom made me touch it so I
could see that it was solid. I didn't really get it though until I
started SOEF. I just knew Mom liked Daddy's thing a whole lot."
I nodded at Meredith as she finished. Sexual Orientation, Education, and
Fulfillment was an essential part of every little girl's life - and
mandatory now, thank goodness, thanks to the new law. It had silenced
the cries of the last remaining holdouts. The explicit instruction had
supplanted the role of Kindergarten - scholastic education being a
fairly useless endeavor for girls at this age - and it continued and
complemented their other curriculum until they were wed, impregnated, or
graduated high school.
I took a moment to enjoy the sight of the brown-haired little nymph
shivering on the cusp of orgasm on her blanket. She had sunk a second
finger into the tight snatch between her legs, and the furious rubbing
set her pelvis jerking and her knees knocking together as her climax
raced through her. Her bare nipples hardened even more and flushed from
pink to red, heralding the crimson that crept up her neck to her panting
face. Gasping, her eyes fluttered as she collapsed back onto the
blanket, squirming and moaning with delight.
The class's eyes were fixed on Jim, and I looked over to see how he was
doing. Beth had wrapped her lips as far up the turgid rod of meat as she
could go, and the tiny girl's head was held immobile by the large first
locked around her braid in a white-knuckled grip. Her eyes batted as she
looked up at Jim and her throat jerked, rapidly swallowing the spurts of
rich cum flooding into her mouth. She almost made it, but a runner of
backwashed semen brimmed over her lips at the very end and ran down her
neck to drip gooey splotches on her pink blouse. Lisa smirked at her
sister as Beth pulled off the drooping manhood with a defeated gasp.
"That was good sweetie. You're getting very good with your tongue. I
love it." Jim caressed the smiling girl's ear and shoulder. "Don't worry
about little spills. They can be just as fun. You can go sit with your
sister now.
I took the moment to take stock of the class. The girls each lay on
their mats and blankets in a half-circle arranged around me and Jim and
the big desk, skirts and shirts pulled up and pants pushed down,
revealing the sweet, nubile flesh of little bodies all between 6 and 9.
They had all orgasmed at least once by now, I could tell, and most were
reaching for their second. Lisa and Beth had been so wound up from
cocksucking that they had barely touched their own cunts before their
climaxes crashed over them. That was good. Nobody was holding back.
Except for the shy new girl, Emily. She was an adorable little thing,
with auburn hair pulled back into twin ponytails and her blue-and-white
tank top pulled up to her shoulders to reveal the smooth field of her
chest. Her hands dug feverishly beneath the rim of her blue pants, and
she had squirmed her way to a quiet orgasm earlier, but she hadn't
spoken up yet. I shifted the next question to her.
"Well Emily? How about you?" I met the little girl's gaze, seeing her
heavy lids and glazed eyes from another approaching orgasm. "When was
the first time you saw a man's prick all nice and hard?"
"Well I guess uh...my brother, uh, I think...Mr Renner." She stuttered
and swallowed, and her hands wrestled under the blue fabric of her pants
like struggling ferrets. "We always used to shower together and he would
wash me, and his uh, cock would get hard all the time, but I didn't
really know why. It would uh...uhnnnn uhnnnnNNGGGGH!" Her throat
clenched and her shoulders shook as the 7-year-old exploded into orgasm
from her thrusting fingers.
There are few things more lovely, more divinely beautiful, I thought,
than the sweet sight of a tender little girl struggling in the throes of
pleasure. Emily's flat chest hitched and she sagged on her knees, then
she jerked upward again like a lightning bolt had straightened her
spine. The tiny buds on her chest practically quivered from the pulsing
orgasmic bliss that clearly raced from her head to her toes. Sweet hips,
lovely thighs, delicate arms and a tiny, button nose, she was a gorgeous
little flower barely blossoming into the mysterious world of sexual
awakening.
I knelt next to the cumming girl and put my arms around her back,
holding her gently, fingers giving her sensitive nipples the lightest of
brushes as she shook on the mat and finally collapsed against me,
heaving. Juice dripped from the delicate cleft between her legs, running
around her fingers and down her thighs.
"Shhh, that's good sweetie. Very good." She was sniffling slightly, her
free hand clutching my shirt. "You're doing great." We had to be there
for our girls, ready to guide their precious bodies and minds through
the art of lovemaking as gently as possible. I let Emily gasp herself
out, waiting until she finally gulped and sat back on her knees on the
blue mat, looking up at me with deep brown eyes buried behind her long
lashes.
"You're a very pretty girl Emily." She blushed as I kissed her on top of
her head in front of the class of masturbating girls. "There's nothing
to be afraid of sweetie. Can you tell me how often your brother puts his
cock in you?"
"Oh, oh I mean uh...once or twice each week..." she stuttered,
embarrassed. We'd have to work on that reluctance. A little girl should
never be shy about the topic of a man's prick inside her.
"He's just, well, working a lot," Emily said. "He gets home late most of
the time and says they're really busy at work. Then he goes to see his
girlfriend sometimes so he can't always help me with my homework." Her
face drew a pouty frown. "I really like to do my homework with him but
he's been gone more lately. He's had to take care of everything since my
Dad died." Moist pools were beginning to form at the corners of her
eyes. "So I don't get to see him much. I miss him."
That wouldn't do at all. The state had undoubtedly granted him sexual
conservatorship over his little sister after his father passed, so he
was probably at least 16. But if he had a job and other
responsibilities...well, keeping a growing little girl fucked and happy
and full of cum was a big task. I knew. I'd make a few phone calls and
call him in to the school so I could talk to him and see about getting
him some help. There was no shame in it, and the duty rosters were
overflowing with horny men waiting to fuck the brains out of undersexed
little schoolgirls anyway.
Really, I should have put this all together when I read her file anyway.
It was my job as her SOEF instructor. But little Sally had wandered into
my office before class that morning, and I could never resist bending
that little 6-year-old nypmh over my desk and fucking her cunt until she
hollered.
In the meantime, I had a duty to Emily. The poor girl's pussy was
probably burning. Had she been fucked yet that morning? I shot an
inquisitive glance at Jim, but he shook his head. He hadn't done the
deed either.
"It's ok honey." I wrapped the sniffling girl in a hug. "Don't worry.
Your brother loves you just as much as your Daddy did." The little girl
hugged me back, her shirt still pulled up to her armpits. The flesh of
her bare back was silky smooth under my fingertips, and her buttcheeks
were soft putty when I squeezed them.
I broke our hug and gave her an encouraging gesture. "Lie back sweetie."
She flopped back onto the soft mat, and I pulled her shoes and socks
off, then helped pull her skirt the rest of the way down. The mounting
tears were headed off by a giggle when I found the ticklish spot on her
legs before pulling the fabric off over her feet. Her sudden grin was a
sunbeam chasing all the gloom from her mood. I doubled down on her
thighs until she laughed and squirmed, pushing at my hands. Jim had
herded the girls closer around us for a better look.
"Ok Emily." I ran my hands up her legs, past the sweetly curving hips,
around the little girl's naked torso with the of nubs peeping from the
flat chest. An angel, grinning gently up at me now, neck blushing with
arousal. I left her loose blouse pushed up around her neck and attacked
her nipples, massaging them and pinching just slightly. Not too rough. A
little girl was such a delicate thing under the strong touch of a full
grown man, liable to go too fast and maybe even end up hurt in her
excitement. The 7-year-old hadn't had much sex, it seemed, not as much
as she needed, but I was going to fix that. Instinct wiggled her hips
and drew a panting gasp when she felt my erect cock pressing between her
legs.
"Does that feel good?" I asked. She nodded, opened her mouth, then
closed it again in favor of a low moan. I kept up the pressure, moving
around her chest, nipples to shoulders, massaging the prepubescent body
and letting the faint rhythm of our motion slide my throbbing cock up
against her hairless lips. The girls had pulled their mats closer and
five pairs of eyes watched us with hungry curiosity, fingers rubbing
their genitals furiously. I spotted Jim on the stool, tugging his own
erect prick as he watched us too. He was an excellent assistant
instructor, no less passionate about his job than I was.
My cock felt like it was going to burst. I had to get it into this sexy
little thing. I leaned forward onto my knees and planted my hands on the
mat, hovering over the tiny girl, stiff meat jutting down at her like a
promise. She looked up at me, that shy, soft vulnerability and need that
I knew so well lurking in her light brown eyes: a little girl's desire
to please, to be accepted, to be pushed down or bent over and stuffed
with a full helping of semen, liquid proof of how much she was loved. My
prick was brushing up against her gate, the tip of my bulging glans just
barely resting primed between her puffy lips. Nothing was sweeter than a
little girl's pussy, hairless and innocent and blushing red with the
boiling heat of her excitement as a man's cock rubbed up against it.
I moved my pelvis and pulled her by the shoulders, repositioning her
slightly on the mat. I loved my job so damned much, stuffing my meaty
prick into little preteen girls all day. It's a lucky man who enjoys his
calling in life. Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around my girth and
wiped it against her slit, spreading my precum, mixing it with the
trickle of pussy juice seeping out. Little Sally, Beth and Lisa with
their almond eyes, slender Meredith, lovely Amber- I loved all the
girls in my class, had fucked them all dozens of times. They had all
leaned in, eyes bulging as they stared at the spot where their teacher's
manhood was primed at Emily's tiny cunt, ready to welcome her to the
class just as it had done for all of them.
Slowly, I pushed in, revelling in the feeling of the little lips briefly
resisting and then giving way. Sucking heat wrapped the head of my cock.
Emily whimpered and clenched the blue fabric with her fingers. Still
small, tight beyond belief, I pushed slowly into her cunt, my head
popping inside and then slipping an inch deeper into the squeezing
heaven before I felt resistance.
Emily moaned as if the air was forced out of her by the cock pressing up
into her tight little cunt. It bit off into a squeak and a surprised
jerk when I stopped - just about an inch and a half of my throbbing cock
buried inside her. Not too bad for a 7-year-old, but she could do better
with a bit of practice and coaching. Jim and I would work with her and
she'd be getting an A in Penetration by the end of the summer. Most of
my girls got top marks in this area, able to spread their legs and
breathe carefully and open up until they could take the sizable length
and girth of their teachers inside them.
But I wasn't going to push the delicate girl. She was already shivering
with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, pelvis jittering as it was impaled
with engorged fuckmeat. Slowly, I pulled back, right up until her
straining pussy lips just began to part around my glans, then thrust
forward again. I built into a mounting rhythm, fucking the squirming
7-year-old under me, enjoying the delighted squeal every time I reached
the limit of her clenching tunnel. Already I could feel her loosening
up, instincts taking over and spreading her legs wider, hormones rushing
through her blood and jerking her muscles into an excited frenzy. Her
body knew what it needed, craved the pounding pressure I was pumping
into her, responded with the plainly desperate need of the little girl
to get a cock stuffed into her. I sank another inch inside, and Emily's
desperate gasps built to a series of excited, girlish yelps, pussy walls
spasming crazily around my cock.
I could almost see her orgasm crashing up through her like a wave,
exploding from the sudden clamp of muscles in her heaving cunt, arching
her spine and neck and flushing red in her nipples as they thrust in the
air, energy finally coming out of her mouth as a wild cry. I wasn't far
behind. Pink fire flared in lightning spasms up from where I was
stuffing my cock into the 7-year-old. Through the haze, I could see
Amber, bending over on her mat, an orgasm rocking her body from side to
side. Beth and Lisa had piled on top of each other, eagerly licking each
other's cunts in a 69 position. Jim had got up and pointed his erect
cock in Meredith's face, who sat on her knees patiently, mouth wide open
and tongue sticking out. And Sally - I looked side to side - Sally's
eyes were inches from the bucking conjunction of my swelling cock in
Emily's cunt, watching with rapt fascination. The little girl had
flourished in SOEF, a model student. She loved cocks, loved her Daddy's
cock and mine and Jim's, loved them in her mouth, loved them in her
pussy, and she was young so we were still working on her asshole, but
she'd love them there too. Whenever I fucked another girl, she would
stare as if spellbound, watching the plunging meat just as she watched
it now, slipping between the straining lips of Emily's pussy. Emily
shrieked under me with a furious wiggle of her hips and I embraced her,
sinking my cock inside with one final plunge and holding the quaking
body tight as my balls clenched and sent a geyser of cum rocketing up
into Emily's womb.
Fireworks of ecstasy exploded behind my eyes, the heavenly jolt that
crushes your consciousness in warm bliss when you cum with your
twitching cock buried in a tiny little 7-year-old girl. Euphoria flooded
over us both and time melted away as I held Emily in my arms underneath
me, lovers connected in the sweet union of man and little girl. Scalding
semen roared out of my cock, flooding up into the immature womb and
pumping it full then backwashing into the tight space between my taut
girth and Emily's convulsing pussy muscles.
The hazy roar faded to a thumping rush in my ears, and finally to a
thrumming purr that reverberated between me and the sweaty body in my
arms. I had pulled her back up off the mat in my excitement, letting her
head dangle, arms locking her in place on my pumping cock as we shared
our climax. Gently I set her back down. Her arms and legs collapsed,
spent, as if all the life had been drained out and compressed into the
spasming heave of her chest. I kept holding her, feeling the beat of her
own orgasm taper away, and finally she opened her eyes and looked at me
with the glowing fresh-fucked smile of satisfaction that looks so
wonderful on a little girl.
"Good girl," I murmured, fingers brushing the tangles from her hair and
giving her another kiss. "Feel better now?"
"Yeah...Mr Renner." She had to stop and swallow for air, nodding. My
flaccid cock stuck briefly, as if reluctant to depart, but it finally
slurped out of her pussy when I pulled back, and a well of slimy fluid
followed afterward, pooling into a dark stain on the mat.
"Ok!" Jim clapped his hands and got the class's attention. Most of the
girls were lounging on their mats, basking in the afterglow of their own
orgasms. Meredith was using her hands to lick up the messy streak of cum
that Jim had blasted onto her face.
"Go ahead and roll up your mats and put them away," he went on, pulling
up and buckling his pants. "Did you all bring your reports today?" A
general murmur went up from the girls as they hiked up their skirts and
began to pull their mats back to the pile. Their homework had been to
watch an animal of their choice mating and take notes. We'd compare them
in class and discuss how animal breeding habits differed from humans. It
was part of our new curriculum on safe sex with animals. Curious girls
could get into trouble without the proper education.
Jim helped the girls while I rested back on my haunches, trying to catch
my breath. I'd probably have to go shower. I felt like a sweaty mess,
but looking at the naked little 7-year-old sprawled on the mat before
me, smiling happily as cum leaked from her cunt, I felt the familiar
surge of satisfaction. Bringing that precious grin to a little girl's
face made it all worth it.
I helped Emily rolled up the blue mat - cumstains and all - and got her
dressed again before nabbing a quick wash from the shower attached to my
office. By the time I got out, Jim had arranged the class in a circle
for Sharing Time.
"Ok. Who wants to go first?" Jim asked, as I took the seat next to him.
Sally's hand shot up.
"Anyone? Anyone?" He looked around the room exasperatedly. Sally waved
her hand frantically, wiggling in her seat like she had itching powder
in her read end. She always wanted to go first.
"Ok, Sally," he sighed.
"YAY!" Sally squealed and hopped off her seat, then stood in the center
of the circle with her arms clasped behind her back.
"This is my report," the 6-year-old recited. "Mr. Renner said we had to
look at animals having sex, so I asked my Momma and she helped me. She
said she had done it a lot."
She went on as if reading from a paper. "Our dog's name is Max. He has a
big red cock that's 8 inches long - we measured. It's weird and pointed.
Momma got Max on the bed and she got him really excited and showed me
how to lick him. Doggy cum is really salty and tastes kind of weird but
good. Mom showed me how to put socks on Max and let him get on you
without hurting you. She let Max fuck her on the bed 3 times and Daddy
watched too. She explained how a Doggy has a lump in his cock called a
knot, and that it'll get stuck in a girl or in girl doggies if you let
it, and that's how doggies keep their cum inside."
The assignment had been to watch animals having sex with OTHER animals,
but as Sally finished and sat back down, so proud of herself for her
perfectly-delivered report, I decided I didn't mind. Amber went next.
"Daddy took me and my sister out to the country to look at horses," she
began. "We went to a big stud ranch where they breed them. A boy horse
is called a stallion, and they have a really big cock - this long." She
held her hands wide apart. "Horses don't lie on their backs. They always
have sex like this" - she made a figure with her hands - "with the boy
horse on top..."
I sighed and leaned back contentedly in my chair. Listening to the girls
give their reports was getting me hard again already. The schoolday was
almost over, but maybe we could arrange a huddle before they got their
bags and headed out to the busses. Listening to Sally had got me so
worked up, and nothing gave a little girl as nice a send-off for the day
as a healthy glob of white butter in her mouth or on her face. If at
least some of our girls didn't leave our class with fresh deposits of
semen on their chins or dripping down their legs, then frankly Jim and I
weren't doing our jobs as teachers.
But we hardly needed the encouragement. We were both professionals,
dedicated to our jobs of fucking little girls and guiding them to sexual
stability and maturity, and I wouldn't have traded my job for anything
in the world.
~*~
HTV had changed everything. At first, we had no idea what to do. The
best biologists humanity had to offer had blundered about trying to
unravel the intricate virus and its myriad complicated effects, and
mostly failed. Perhaps they couldn't be blamed. Even the best scientist
is only human, and the raw reality that stared back at them from the dry
charts and graphs was something they dared not allow themselves to
contemplate.
I remembered seeing colored maps of the world every night on the news
when I was very young, with certain sections shaded red. More were added
every week. The newscasters always seemed angry, or perhaps desperate,
reading their lines with harried looks on their faces. One had broken
down completely on air one night, refusing to read the prompter and
ranting that this was "the future" and that humanity needed to "accept
what it couldn't change." I had been glued to the television until the
crew tried to drag him away and the station went off the air.
Things accelerated rapidly after that. HTV. The Humanity Transformation
Virus, they called it, but the name did so little to capture the
fractious reality it brought. It came from nowhere. It spread rapidly.
The accusations that it only infected through bodily fluids were false,
but it gave people an excuse. I had vivid memories of my neighbor being
dragged from his home by the neighbors, screaming about him having sex
with his daughter. I didn't really understand at the time. Humanity was
changing, the essential makeup of our DNA strategically unzipped and
recoded by the virus with small changes that amounted to all the
difference in the world. Subtle effects, for men: increased thyroid and
testosterone production, enhanced sexual drive and longevity, several
new enzymes present in ejaculate once the changes had worked their way
to completion. The male life would have gone on mostly unchanged, if not
for the dramatic effects on women, and especially on girls.
Years later, during the height of the trouble, somebody had handed me a
pamphlet on my high school campus. That was the year that the
administration had hustled all the girls off to their own schools,
making ours a boys-only campus. I had gone with some friends to look at
the new school the county had built for the girls: it was K-12, an ugly,
hastily-erected edifice surrounded by a high wall topped with barbed
wire. It was baffling. It seemed as if all the girls had been locked up
in a prison. As I turned the pages of the orange pamphlet, I began to
realize that that was almost exactly what had happened. It was the last
desperate move of a crumbling political institution that couldn't accept
the new reality I had seen the ranting newscaster screaming about years
earlier.
"Fact: Girls are now sexually active much younger." Page 1. The printed
orange paper had a lewd illustration of a 10-year-old girl on her back
on a bed, fingers spreading her pussy lips, a look of pleading
desperation on her face. I think that's when things first clicked for my
teenage brain. The news had always seemed stuffed full of the same
stories: statutory rape, 12 men arrested. Child sex ring: 20 men
arrested. Online child pornography ring busted: millions of pictures
found. Who would explain what was happening in the world to a confused
teenager? My dad sure didn't, right up until the point where the police
came and arrested him for having sex with the neighbor's daughter. She
was 11.
It hardly mattered. States could not possibly have built and staffed
prisons fast enough to keep up. But there were always voices of reason:
online or on the television, often quickly silenced but ringing ever
louder and more numerous as the years went on. Humanity HAD changed,
girls the most of all. It was all laid out on the pages of the pamphlet.
Crucial disruptions to the endocrine system meant that female biology
now required the constant introduction of male reproductive material in
order to remain healthy and keep the proper hormononal balance. HTV
dramatically accelerated sexual appetite, but not all aspects of sexual
development. Girls still grew breasts and became fertile and got nice
curves at the same time they always had, but their bodies craved cock
from the age of 6 onwards.
Society almost tore itself apart. Some countries did, the ones too rigid
to accept the biological truth that sex with little girls was now an
imperative, an inescapable fact of continued human existence. People
raged and rioted. Cities burned. The spread of HTV was complete in a
generation, but it took a quarter of a century for some semblance of
order to return, some norms of society to reshape and assert themselves
to fill in the gaps.
The group that gave me the pamphlet had all eventually been jailed. I
remembered seeing that on the news also. Their leader was a
biologist-turned-pedagogue who was unafraid of the truth: little girls
now had a vastly amplified sex drive, and the men being persecuted were
those who had been doing their duty most faithfully. It didn't matter
whether a little girl took a helping of sperm in her pussy or in her
mouth, or even in her butt. The hormones worked on contact, and the most
potent effect that avoided dilution from an immune response was from the
genetic material of close relations: fathers, brothers, sons, the nearer
the better. Changes to the embryonic development process also rendered
any fears of inbreeding moot.
Perhaps most startling was how long it took these basic facts to
disseminate and be accepted as truth. Pseudo-religious groups had sprung
up, but most quickly withered from persecution. Their ideas remained.
Social expectations slowly changed. Sex with fathers and family members
was normal for a girl. Accepted, encouraged even. There were no more
special schools, no walling off young girls from the irrational fear of
their sexual proclivities.
The new normal was a sexual liberation beyond what the 21st century
could have imagined. Laws had changed at a glacial pace, but they did
eventually change, and programs like SOEF were developed to help steer
girls through the sexual turbulence of their early years.
Ten years ago, the lanes outside the school had been filled with angry
protestors, mothers and fathers raging impotently on behalf of their
precious, innocent little daughters. Usually the same girls who would
most eagerly swallow a cock between their lips as soon as it came out.
Scandals about sex in schools became commonplace, then banal. Now the
lanes were clear but for the scattered clumps of students talking and
waiting for their busses. With the advent of the SOEF programs, parents
knew that if their special snowflake girls were going to get cocks
stuffed inside them a dozen times a day, it could at least be done by
professionals. Their needs could be taken care of at school, and Daddy
could do the rest when she got home.
And I could hardly wait myself, as I navigated away from school and
cruished the highway towards home. Even after leaving a farewell gift on
Sally's face, I was still hard. HTV's gift to men. The same hormones
that nourished the bodies of little girls had magnified our stamina
tenfold and eradicted impotence. I could fuck as many little girls a day
as I wanted, but right now I was thinking of only one.
I had barely pulled the car into the driveway and got out when the front
door of the house slammed open and a girl-shaped blur streaked towards
me.
"DADDDYYYYYYYYY!"
I dropped my briefcase just in time to grab Camilla under the armpits,
using her momentum to swing her around and up into the air.
"Hey baby girl!" I laughed. Cam squealed with glee and wrapped her arms
around my neck. Her red hair and pigtails swung with the momentum. The
skirt of her yellow dress fluttered out behind her then went still as I
completed the spin.
"Daddy you're finally home!" My daughter squeezed my neck as if we had
been apart for 10 years instead of 8 hours. "Guess what Dad Sadie came
over and do you remember she said her Mom got her a pet well guess what
Daddy she brought it and it's this cute little hamster and he's just so
adorable and she let me hold him and he wiggled around and got in my
shirt Daddy and it was so cute and-"
My little girl pounded me with a barrage of words until, laughing, I
hugged her freckled face closer and kissed her on the mouth.
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmph!" Cam finally melted in my arms as I held her
tight. At the end of the day, nothing felt sweeter than my little baby
girl's mouth pressed against my own, lips yielding and slightly parted
under her Daddy's pressure. My fingers dove up under her skirt with a
mind of their own, rimming the edge of her panties and dipping inside.
Well, one thing might feel better. Camilla had been the sunshine of my
life for 10 years, a sugary, high-spirited little mynx with a mouth like
a machine gun and a mischievous streak a mile wide.
I kicked the car door shut behind me and grabbed my briefcase, heading
up the walk with my daughter still wrapped around my chest, her head
resting on my shoulder. This was truly the best reward for a
hard-working father at the end of the day. A laughing little girl in my
arms, a sweet kiss from the heart, the feel of her snuggling up against
me and the yearning pressure in my pants from knowing I'd soon be
stuffing my bulging cock into her tiny little 10-year-old cunt and
flooding her with cum. Cam wiggled against me like a hyperactive worm.
"Did Sadie's dad come over with her?" I asked.
"Yeah Daddy, Bruce came too but he let me play with the hamster first.
Sadie named it Billy. What a stupid name!" she huffed as I put her down
and opened the door.
"And just what would you name a hamster?".
"Well OBVIOUSLY I'd name him Cooper!" She strutted into the house ahead
of me. "I mean honestly Daddy." She rolled her eyes at me like I had
asked the dumbest question in the universe, and I couldn't help but laugh.
I had been thinking of getting her a pet anyway. Maybe a dog. She could
have fun with a dog, if I taught her to be careful and trained it well.
But a hamster was a possibility too. I slapped my keys and briefcase
down on the kitchen table and loosened my shirt collar.
"Did Bruce fuck you today baby girl?"
"Yeah Daddy. We watched a movie with Sadie then we took turns and he
came inside us both."
"What'd you watch?"
"Sadie wanted to watch The Little Mermaid but that's just kind of
like...boring." She made an annoyed motion with her hands. "It's such an
old movie. Kids stuff. So we switched to the Family channel. Bruce liked
that."
The Family channel would have meant something different when I was a
kid. Now they featured entertainment that families watched when they
wanted to have fun together. Porn usually, little girls of every age
getting fucked, hardcore or softcore with stories for those who liked
that. Cam and I had a few favorite shows. The notion of a girl too young
to be shown getting reamed on camera no longer existed.
The thought of another man's cock squeezing home in my little girl's
cunt was getting me all worked up. Bruce was a good friend. I looked
after Sadie when she needed it and he took care of Camilla. There
weren't really any official recommendations, but most girls seemed to
get antsy if they went over 8 hours without sex, and Cam, in her usual
hyperactive way, could barely go more than 4. So I usually had someone
check up on her if she was going to be home while I was at work. The
couch was right there. She would have bounced her little naked body on
his rigid cock with her typical enthusiasm and then squealed when she
felt the scalding semen shooting up inside of her.
Camilla squared her shoulders and preened under my stare. She liked it
when her Daddy looked at her. The straining flesh of my prick was about
to burst open my pants from looking at my 10-year-old daughter.
"Turn around sweetie."
She turned her back to me obediently and I crouched down, running my
hands down her sides and feeling her curves through the thin fabric of
the yellow dress. So precious. I ran my fingers through her red hair,
smelling the floral shampoo. Cam arched her neck and leaned
back with a smile. My daughter was so sweet, all bright enthusiasm and
boundless little girl energy. My hands went farther down, over her
slender hips, and pulled up the yellow dress to see two perfect little
globes of flesh neatly cupped by a little white pair of cotton panties.
"Daddy!" She giggled girlishly, melting in my arms. I knew my daughter
inside and out, could feel her horny currents barely concealed under the
surface. A touch on her shoulder, and she lifted her arms over her head.
I gathered the skirt and then pulled the dress up over her head,
exposing my baby girl's naked body.
I let her turn around again and look at me, her customary smile with
just a hint of a smirk plastered on her face. God she was lovely.
Supple, slender, a flat, prepubescent chest with just the perfect amount
of curve to her hips and roundness to her shoulders. Her belly was
smooth and tight. 10 years old, and not a day had gone by that I hadn't
shoved my raging prick between the pretty lips of her mouth or into the
squeezing tunnel of her cunt or into the chocolate warmth of her
puckering little butt. She was almost that age, too. 11 was the average
age of fertility now. More side effects. Some families considered
marrying their daughters off this young, if pregnancy was on the table.
It was their choice and everyone had to decide for themselves. But I
couldn't bear the thought of my baby girl ever leaving the nest. By this
time next year, that tight belly would probably be swelling up with my
baby, assuming one wasn't already growing inside her.
The pain in my pants was threatening to splinter my tortured flesh.
"Come on sweetie," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the couch.
"Is this where you and Bruce fucked?" I asked.
She nodded. I sat on the couch and leaned back, crotch tenting my pants
obscenely. At a gesture from me, she reached out and unbuckled my belt,
pulling back the flaps and helping me with my underwear until an
engorged stick of red meat sprung out.
"Jeez Daddy," she giggled. Cam always thought the springy energy of my
erect cock was somehow deliberate. She reached out and brushed it with
her fingers, setting it bouncing in the air.
"Ummph," the simple touch of my daughter's fingers on my prick sent a
shiver racing down my spine. I couldn't wait any longer. I reached out,
grabbing the waistband of her cotton panties by the hips and pulling
them down, then helping her step out of them. My little girl stood in
front of me completely naked, the delicate flower of her hairless little
pussy peeping out from between her legs.
"Show me how he fucked you," I panted. The thought of shoving my cock
into my little girl got me hard as a rock, but so did the thought of
other men doing it. We had shared Christmas with Bruce's family, and
after opening presents I had fucked his little girl Sadie until she
hollered while he did the same with Camilla in front of me. There were
few things hotter than watching a fat cock stuffed into your daughters
cute little cunt. It had been a great Christmas. I still had the tape.
Cam climbed up on me on the couch, straddling my legs with an eager grin
on her face.
"Well Daddy first we started like this." She turned around and plopped
on my lap, my cock thumping between the crack of her buttcheeks. "We
watched TV for a while. Sadie was sitting with us and she gave me Billy
to pet. He was soooooo cute Daddy." She leaned back and craned her neck
to look up at me, flexing my cock painfully back against my stomach.
"He was just resting for a little bit as I sat on Bruce's lap like
this." She made a cuddling motion with her arms. " But then he started
moving around and he jumped in my dress!" She mimed the little critter
moving up her chest and disappearing under her neckline. I rubbed my
little girl's naked shoulders and chest as I pictured it, the girls
laughing and squirming as the furry lump moved around under the thin
yellow fabric.
"What happened then?" I asked.
"Well Sadie thought it was hilarious, but Bruce he said we should get
him out before he got squished. He pulled up my dress like this Daddy."
Her hands stroked slowly up from her thighs to her hips. "He was really
hard. Billy had run around to my back so he reached up inside to find
him." Her eyes twinkled as she moved my hands, pantomiming the questing
fingers on her body. The iron rod squeezing against her bottom was proof
of how excited she was making her Daddy.
"Hmmm, did he go around like this?" My hands caressed their way down her
naked back and stopped at her buttcheeks. I gave them a squeeze,
enjoying the pleasing squish of my 10-year-old girl's rump.
"Yeah Daddy." Cam was panting heavily. "He rubbed my butt for a while.
It felt...so..." her head lolled back against my shoulder, nostrils
flaring. "It's was just like that Daddy." Body twitching, she arranged
herself against me. "You know that's my favorite spo-EEEP!"
A little jerk whipped its way through her arms and legs when I tapped
her butthole, cutting her off. The sweet slopes of her bottom fell away
to the tiny, puckering divot. The feeling of it pressing up against the
underside of my throbbing cock was indescribable.
"Did he find Billy down here?" I teased, keeping the pressure on her
bottom.
"No Daddy he-....uhhh, he ran around in front." Her eyes were glazing
over from the feeling of her Daddy's big hands rubbing her naked body.
She was such a slender girl. Both of her soft asscheeks fit in my palms
with room to spare.
"Oh? So did Bruce go...here?"
Hungry fingertips inched over her thighs and dived to find the hairless
cleft between her legs. Hazy heat was fogging my brain, the erotic
vision of my sexy little girl with her skirt hiked up and Bruce's
fingers dipping into her panties.
"Yeah, he rubbed my pussy for a little bit. Billy was...was wiggling
around on my stomach." The rising heat was coaxing a flush on her chest
as she tripped on her words. "We even...eventually got him out. and
S-Sadie held him..." She gave up and arched her head against my shoulder
to look up at me.
"Daddy..." She batted her eyes up at me, green orbs pregnant with her
desperate request. I could feel her moving against me, stroking her
Daddy's body to feel the firm desire of his cock against her bottom.
What father could say no when his little girl looked at him with that
hungry expression? Few things could match the wild appetite of a horny
10-year-old girl, and Camilla had boundless energy. I drifted off to
sleep every night with her cuddled up in my arms, the sucking warmth of
her pussy wrapped exquisitely around my cock, and every morning I woke
to her tongue and lips savoring her Daddy's taste under the blanket.
But I was going to tease her just a little bit longer. I stopped rubbing
her pussy and put my hands behind my head, grinning and leaning back on
the couch.
"You said you started out like this sweetie. Show me how you finished."
"Dad!" Cam adopted the huffy pout that she always did when her daddy's
fingers left her crotch early. I just grinned at the quivering lip and
soulful, pleading look on her face.
"Ok fine. He had me turn around like this." She matched the words with
action, turning around on her knees on the couch until she was facing
me, straddling my thighs. Slippery friction gripped the underside of my
manhood as it rubbed up against my daughter's slit.
"I did this for a little bit. Bruce really likes it." She moved her
pelvis in slow motions, sliding her cunt along the bulging girth of my
meat. Searing heat radiated from our contact. My cock surged painfully,
desperate for the sucking warmth of the little hole just above it. Cam
kept up the rhythm, pussy juice lubricating the rapturous slide until
the bottom of my cock glistened.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. The naked, wiggling 10-year-old on
my lap was threatening to push my cock into overdrive. It flexed
agonizingly, a throbbing rod purpling with desire for my little girl's
body. In one smooth motion I swept her up in my arms and stood up. Cam
laughed and kicked her legs in delight as she always did when her Daddy
picked her up. Light as a feather. Sweet as sunlight. She giggled and
nuzzled my arm as I carried her down the hallway to bed.
A father has a duty to his little girl. If anything, our society
emphasized that even more now. Deadbeat dads had been a commonplace
thing when I was little, but now they were almost unheard of. Preachers
and prudes had harped on the virtues of abstinence. I had seen them on
TV when sex was still a mystery to my young mind. Now they had been
replaced with others preaching love and care and devotion to the little
girls of the world. There was something I understood. Nothing meant more
to me than the innocent smile of the little princess in my arms,
looking up at her Daddy with adoration and hunger in her eyes.
I laid Camilla down gently on the sheet and took a moment to admire the
slender curves of her naked body. Sunlight from the sheer curtains
moved over her youthful skin, teasing ripples playing on her flat chest,
on the adorable slopes of her tummy and hips. My eyes feasted as they
rolled down my daughter's body to the peeping cleft between her legs, a
layer of slick wetness coating the slopes of her tiny hairless lips
I had always wanted to look after Camilla myself. I had no need to
enroll her in SOEF classes - I was able to teach my little girl
everything she needed to know about sex right here, in our room, in the
bed we had shared together since she left the crib. In truth, I had
barely had to teach her anything. Cam was smart as a whip and she picked
up on every subtle hint of her Daddy's desire with almost no need for
explanation. How to get a man hot, how to undress and make herself
ready, how to take a cock in her mouth and make it at home with just the
right amount of attention or how to take a fattened prick up her rear
end without crying out and without it hurting - normally a girl could
learn these things in school, but Cam had always been the perfect
student at home. The sweet smile on her face and the gently inviting way
that she spread her legs and rubbed her thighs for Daddy came as
instinctively as walking and talking had.
Straddling my little girl, I bent down and kissed one of her nipples,
gently twisting the other with my fingers. The tiny fingers curling in
my hair told me how much she liked this even before the pressure of my
lips coaxed a breathy, girlish gasp from her mouth.
"Daaaaaad," the word warbled from her lips like the coo of a pigeon. I
kissed her neck, letting my hands flex against the soft skin of her flat
chest. A flutter was building in my daughter's thighs. I let up the
pressure for a moment, feeling how she was wiggling under me like a
worm, impatient, scooting her back on the sheets to try to coax her
Daddy's dangling meat to slide against her pussy. Cam was bursting with
energy.
I buried her in a kiss, squeezing her to the sheets, then hooked my
hands tightly under her armpits, and rolled over to put her on top of
me. She squeaked at the sudden reversal, pigtails quivering as her head
drooped forward. I knew the signs - I would have to wear Camilla out a
bit if I didn't want to be in bed all evening. Not that I would have
minded, but a 10-year-old can have ferocious energy in bed, and she'd
have more fun spending it on top.
"I missed you Daddy." She straddled my crotch, panting slightly. Golden
sunlight from the windowblinds traced her body from behind, the
silhouette of a slender angel.
"I missed you too sweetie. I think about you all day." I rubbed my way
up from her hips, grabbing her chest again and squeezing the tender
points until she moaned and bit her lip.
"Summer vacation's almost here baby. We'll have a lot more time together
then."
"Yeah Daddy. Can we go on a trip again?"
I had taken her to the beach for a month last year. It had been
glorious, the pair of us swimming and playing on the beachfront during
the day and making love on the balcony of our hotel room during the
evenings, enjoying the sunsets and the warm breezes from the ocean.
Camilla had been adorable in the little string bikini I had bought her.
"Of course hon. We can go to the beach again, or wherever you want."
She nodded at me, a grin on her face like she had just won a prize. Cam
never let me forget a promise. I was on the hook now. As if that was all
she had been waiting for, she leaned forward and raised her hips,
sliding her hand down to wrap around my cock and line it up with her
blushing pussy lips.
The blissful warmth of my daughter's sweet 10-year-old pussy enveloped
the head of my cock, velvet lips parting and embracing her Daddy's prick
until the glans popped just inside. A shudder raced up her body, and her
neck twitched as her jaw tightened from the pressure of the massive rod
perched at her gates. Camilla was still just a tiny girl, and the sight
of a full grown man's penis pressing up into her little cunt looked like
an impossibility, but she was a good girl and she knew how to relax and
welcome her Daddy's cock inside.
With a grunting noise, she let herself down slightly, popping an inch of
throbbing cock into her steaming insides. I could feel the resistance,
eager though she was. A tiny girl tends to have a tiny cunt, and going
too fast for her would just hurt. I squeezed her hips with my palms,
letting her control the pace. A brief rest and a push got another inch
of her Daddy's meat inside. I gave her an encouraging smile, meeting her
gaze, her eyes glazed over with lust and passion.
"Doing good princess." I squeezed her butt for good measure as she
panted and pushed again. Her hairless little cunt lips had spread wide
around my prick, straining visibly around the flesh of her Daddy's
fuckstick.
"Mmmmph. Dad, Daddeeeee-" she groaned and shoved the rest of the way
down, burying my full length inside her pussy. It's like a sight from
heaven, watching your 10-year-old daughter slowly impale herself on your
throbbing erection. Camilla shuddered from head to toe and pulled
herself into a light bouncing motion, exulting in the sliding pressure
of the engorged cock inside her.
"Sweetie, oh baby-" I whispered. Sparks flickered up from the sizzling
heat in my crotch, swirling into a pink buzz in my head as my little
girl bounced on top of me. She had leaned back slightly, getting a
deeper angle, using her legs to raise herself slowly up and then sink
back down with a mewling groan each time until her Daddy's cock bottomed
out inside her.
How many little girls had my cock been inside today? I had almost lost
count. Camilla of course, being woken up by the firm shaft of my morning
wood pressing against her behind. A little girl should always get a good
fuck before school. And Amber, such a wonderful student. We had
practiced anal in my office before classes started while Jim gave her
tips. Even with the lube we kept in there she was a tight fit, but the
9-year-old was getting a little better. The twins during class, and
sweet little Emily. Sally, semen dripping off her grinning lips right as
the bell rang to end class, dashing out the door with white goop running
down her chin.
But for a father, nothing could ever really compare to the bliss of your
own daughter's cunt. Cam pushed herself into a harder bouncing motion on
top of me, biting her lip as her Daddy's prick strained her tiny cunt
lips and plunged inside. It was pure heaven between those thighs, my
little girl's juices slicking my cock to a shine while her cunt muscles
spasmed joyfully around the bulging flesh. Sweet, bubbly, affectionate,
and with a wide streak of mischief that got her into trouble more often
than not - Cam was everything to me, and of all the delightful little
holes it was pushed inside each day, my throbbing cock still loved my
baby girl's cunny best. I wondered what her life would have been like if
she had been born in my generation; not nearly as happy, probably. Why
should a little girl be denied the many pleasures of having sex with her
father? But Cam loved me fiercely, loved my cock anywhere I put it, and
I couldn't have imagined a life without my little princess's body
pressing up against me every time she was horny.
Her hands were planted on my chest, her mouth hanging open, panting,
humping away on my meat with pigtails bouncing loose against her back.
God my little girl was sexy. She was pushing me into overdrive. Did my
little 10-year-old sweetheart want her Daddy's cock so bad? I was going
to give it to her. Wrapping my arms around her back, I pulled her down
to my chest, then grabbed her little asscheeks with both hands. Tiny and
plump, they fit perfectly. She always fit. I began pushing up, slamming
her pelvis down with each thrust. Her Daddy's wild motions and the
moaning in her ear drove her wild. She convulsed against my chest,
fingers curling into my chest hair. She was such a tiny thing. The sweet
pair of buds on her flat chest scraped against mine. Suddenly, her arms
clamped my sides and her thighs started to shake out of control as her
orgasm rolled up from the pumping motion of our connection. I wasn't far
behind. Watching the contortions of pleasure wash over my little girl's
body and face pushed me over the edge, and I rammed her butt down with a
final motion that rocked the bed, burying as much of her father's cock
inside her as I could. The creamy flood erupted deep inside, semen
spewing out into the tight channel of her cunt and finding nowhere to go
in the strained space but right up into her womb. I pushed again,
grinding against her, heat roiling in my balls as we shook together
in the familiar intimate embrace of a father with his daughter. Sweat
slicked between our stomachs, our legs struggled against each other, and
the crushing waves of ecstasy peaked as my twitching balls emptied
themselves in wild spurts. Cam moaned against me crazily. Finally it
ebbed, bliss smoothing itself out into a hazy sheen that coated our
senses as we lay together on the bed, arms locked around each other.
Golden sunlight from the window played over us as we rested on the bed,
breathing heavily. The warmth slowly spread across Cam's back and my
arms, mixing with the contended afterglow of the sweet bond of passion
we shared as father and daughter. I nuzzled my little girl, kissing the
tangled red locks of her hair, kissing her delicate earlobes, planting
smooches on her forehead until she giggled and raised her head off my
chest so I could push my lips against her mouth. Her breath was hot,
sweaty, and her lips pushed back eagerly against my own, moaning the
contented sounds of a freshly-fucked little girl.
"Love you Daddy." Cam moved her arms up to hug my neck and flexed her
hips, teasing me where my half-hard prick was still stuffed inside her,
keeping a load of daddy sperm buried inside.
"Love you too Cam." I patted her back and drifted in my post-orgasm
haze. In a little bit I'd have to get up and grade papers, but for now
it was enough to lay here in the waning afternoon sun with my daughter
on top of me.
"Hey Daddy?"
Cam had shifted her head where it was resting on my chest, curls of red
hair brushing my neck. My fingers found the warm spot on her back and
massaged it gently, enjoying the tender shape of her prepubescent body.
We were so cozy I was about to fall asleep, but I realized she was
looking up at me.
"Am I going to have a baby?"
That woke me up. Cam knew about babies, about pregnancy, of course. I
had always taught her well and answered all her questions until she was
satisifed. But we hadn't really, well...we hadn't talked about our own
specific circumstances yet. It had been on my mind, for sure, and now I
knew it was on hers too.
"You're almost that age sweetie." I let my fingers run through her hair.
"Maybe one or two more years. We could, if you wanted to, but it's a
really big responsibility and we need to make sure we're both ready
first. Have you been thinking about it?"
She paused for a moment, fingers twined in the curls of my chest hair as
I kneaded her back. The question hung in the air, even more relevant
with a helping of my semen stuffed in my daughter's womb and plugged
tight with a cock still partly swelling with excitement. I had to admit,
the thought was intensely arousing. Little Cam, my angel, hollering as I
bent her over and filled her with cum to make a baby, little Cam,
pregnant belly swelling up more with each passing day, growing proof of
her Daddy's love inside her. She was a thin girl. If I impregnated her
after she turned 11, the enormous belly would still be hard on her tiny
frame.
Finally she nodded. "Yeah. You know my friend from school, Tanya? She's
12 now. But she's already starting to show. She looks so happy. She's
not sure if it's from her dad or her uncle or her brother though. They
could get tested but I don't think they care much. She seems so happy."
I kept petting her hair. In-family pregnancies weren't that uncommon now
for girls, though marrying out was still the usual practice. HTV's
radical changes on the human genome were still being studied, but some
effects had been known for a long time. Inbreeding was not an issue
anymore. Lateral vectors of DNA expression during ovary development, or
something like that. The science was beyond me. But pregnancy and
marriage were now purely social matters, with most of the old barriers
already gone.
"Honey." I pulled gently at her chin to get her to look up at me again.
Green eyes, so lovely I could lose myself in them. They were filled with
uncertainty.
"If that's what you want sweetie, then yes, we can have a baby. It's
still a little ways off Cam. You'll probably be fertile next year, and
we can try then. Ok Hon?"
She burst into a happy grin and hugged me around the chest again. Maybe
she had been hoping for something more immediate, judging by her eyes,
but Camilla was a smart girl. We'd talk again when she turned 11, and I
could get her tested so we'd know beforehand exactly when we could start
trying. The science of human fertility had never been more advanced.
"Ok sweetie." I slapped her little naked ass as she wiggled happily.
"Daddy's got to do work at some point tonight. Let me up."
"But DAD!" All at once she had turned from happy giggles to wounded
doe-eyes. "You promised we'd go to the park!"
Oh shoot. Now I remembered. I *had* promised her, two days ago.
"Honey I really have to do some work. Maybe we can go tomorrow. I
think-"
Those eyes. They stared at me, disappointment springing from the green
depths. My heart wrenched. Cam's lip was quivering, the little girl on
the verge of meltdown.
"Ok! Ok we'll go sweetie."
"Yay! Thanks Daddy!" That mortally wounded look disappeared in an
instant. All an act. Cam could play me like a fiddle. What father could
deny his daughter when she looked at him like that?
She hopped off me and tumbled off the bed, and I sat up, slightly woozy.
Judging by the sun we'd have plenty of time at the park. Maybe I could
get papers graded tonight.
I reached into the dresser and pulled out the first thing I could find
for Cam. She held her arms up with a grin, and I dropped the frilly pink
dress over her shoulders and watched lecherously as she wiggled her body
to pull it the rest of the way down. What a ravishing body my little
girl had, perfect for rubbing, perfect for squeezing, perfect for every
kind of fun you could have with a little girl. Ignoring the returning
warmth in my crotch, I fished out some more clothes from the dresser for
me.
After a few minutes, we were ready. Cam waited patiently, for once, as I
locked up, then I held her hand as we walked out to the car.
~*~
Camilla was out the door and dashing over the pavement almost before the
car stopped moving, a boundless ball of squealing girlish energy. She
ran onto the freshly-mowed lawn of the park, scattering a squad of
languid pigeons, laughing at their squawks of protest.
"Dad! Dad can I go on the monkey bars?! Can I?" She bobbed on her toes
like a nervous frog, the skirt of her pink dress bouncing around her
thighs as I got out of the car. "They're over there. No WAIT!" Her
attention had already flitted to something else. "The horsies! Daddy can
I go on the horsies? Please please please?!"
I couldn't help but laugh as I laid a hand on her shoulder to calm her.
"Of course sweetie. Whatever you want." The words had barely left my
mouth when she grabbed my arm and hauled me like baggage towards the far
corner of the park. Cam was always like this: a hyperactive sweetheart
bursting at the seams with wildly kinetic girlishness. About the only
time she slowed down was right after I had given her a proper fucking
and made her cum shrieking on the end of her Daddy's thick cock, and
even then, unless I got her to sleep, she'd be back to her normal
frenetic level of energy within an hour.
The park was gorgeous in the summer: gently curving pavement wound slow
paths through wide spaces of green grass and around groves of willow and
cedar, sparrows dancing playfully among their branches. Cultivated
flowerbeds were blossoming into clusters of red and orange and white. A
light breeze and a mild sun capped off the perfect day. Cam had finally
slowed a bit, and I switched to holding her hand as we trotted along the
path.
This was a place for children and families. Kids dashed over the grass,
screaming and hollering, chasing each other and playing tag, usually as
their parents walked at a somewhat slower pace behind them. We passed a
nuclear family out for a stroll, exchanging pleasant smiles - a mom and
dad and their son, and a baby girl in the stroller, judging by the pink
bow. A pair of boys were tossing an orange ball, laughing and playing a
good-natured keepaway from their sister, a squealing 8-year-old who kept
running back and forth yelling about how unfair they were. Dad sat on a
bench nearby, looking a bit worn but not unhappy. I couldn't help but
see most girls through the eyes of my SOEF training. If she were 8, she
was probably already sexually active. I wondered if she was getting her
needs met by a boyfriend, or which of her brothers or father was
stuffing it in her little pussy at night - or if all 3 were enjoying
her.
There were plenty of people here, enjoying the sunshine. Family life was
more important than ever, but society had greatly expanded its notion of
what could be a proper family. A trio passed us by - a boy around 18 and
a girl, slightly younger, pregnant, the pair of them smiling happily and
followed by an older woman around 30. Young marrieds, probably, and she
could have been his mother or hers. Women's libido barely slowed down at
all as they got older, and at 18 the boy may have had enough stamina to
keep up with them both. A triangle wasn't that unusual. They might even
be brother and sister. We didn't judge.
"Dad come oooooooon!" Cam yanked my arm impatiently until I thought she
would wrench it out of the socket. We had reached the edge of a wide
play area of soft dirt and sand. Kids laughed and screeched as they
played among the jungle of monkey bars and swingsets and clattered up
the ladders and down the slides of the many forts.
"Ok sweetie ok," I chuckled. "Give your dad a break."
That just made Cam pull even harder. She changed course and towed me
over to the nearest toys: a long row of teeter totters. They were the
new-style toys, probably installed by the city within the last 5 years
to give the girls some extra fun. Cam bounced up and down next to the
girl's end of a long purple length of fiberglass, waiting for me to help
her.
My jeans wrenched my anatomy painfully to the side as I crouched to help
her on. Hard already. Playgrounds always did this to me; they were
designed to. After a quick squeeze of my daughter's chest - earning an
aroused giggle - I helped her pull the skirts of her pink dress up to
her waist, exposing her little pussy. With a hungry finger I inspected
my daughter, touching the delicate slit between her puffy hairless lips.
Wet enough, I thought. Good. I had cum in her an hour ago but Cam's
horniness was always a given.
Hands on her naked hips, I guided her to straddle the end of the teeter
totter, then grabbed the flexible plastic dildo mounted to the surface
with a fist.
"Ok honey. Scootch up a bit." I guided the flaring tip until it rested
against the lips of my daughter's prepubescent cunt.
"There you go." I rested a hand on her back and guided her down onto it,
helping her penetrate herself on the translucent plastic.
"Mmmmph." Cam bit her lip slightly as her little girl cunt was spread
open and filled up by the toy. Her arms shook briefly, then steadied as
she took hold of the little handle in front of her waist. I let her
skirt drop back down.
"Good girl." I kissed her on the top of her head. "Not too big?"
"It's fine. Come on Daddy!" She motioned me to the other end, grinning
eagerly, but the shift made her wince just a bit.
Having a loving daughter was like having a second sun in your life, I
reflected. A weight in the center adjusted the balance of the beam. I
pushed it to the setting for an adult and a child, then went to the
elevated end and straddled it. Cam was already bucking just a bit on her
seat, enjoying the feel of her cunt being spread open. Her grin made her
look like the happiest little 10-year-old girl that had ever lived
because her Daddy was playing with her.
"Ok hon. Heeeere we go." I plopped by butt down on the seat, driving the
plastic shaft up into my daughter's cunt. Cam squeaked as she was lifted
off the ground.
"Aaaaah, aah!" Her legs wiggled and kicked in midair, then touched down
lightly as I went back up. I pushed again, and we seesawed together, the
beam squeaking back and forth as Cam laughed with delight.
"Higher Daddy! Higher! Come on g-OOOF." A particularly hard landing
forced the breath out of her. I grinned wickedly. Camilla never asked to
slow down. She always wanted everything bigger, faster, harder. My cock
ached in my pants, watching the lust that glazed my daughter's face as
we picked up speed. Her face twitched with pleasure and her pigtails
slapped against her shoulders each time she crested, and the eye-bulging
jerk each time she hit bottom was icing on the cake.
Up went the purple beam, carrying my daughter's bare bottom underneath
the frilly pink dress, then down again, slapping the plastic shaft into
her little cunny. Up again, my legs pumping, and down. Cam's thighs
twitched and her arms shook against the handle. She came down soft, legs
trembling, and I jerked my bottom to give her a nice thrust upward
again. She squeaked and I could see the excitement bubbling just under
the surface. I took over, using my weight to push the saw back down on
my side, then heaving it upwards and delivering another pounding thrust
to my little girl.
"Aaammff, mmmmff! D-daddy!" Camilla squeaked her pleasure as her orgasm
raced up from the pounding tempo of our motion. I gave her a few more
bangs, reading her signs, then shoved her down into a hard landing that
slammed the plastic girth into her pussy with urgent force. She shrieked
and vibrated on the end of the teeter totter, face flushed and muscles
racing, hands locked to the little metal handle as her body quaked its
way to orgasm.
A glowing, satisfied expression coated her face when she opened her eyes
and saw me crouching beside her.
"Thanks Daddy. That was fun."
I pulled her dress up and held the plastic shaft steady as she slowly
pulled herself off. A gooey trickle of pussy juice followed, and I wiped
it up with my finger.
"Thanks Daddy," she giggled. Before I could reply, she wrapped her lips
around my finger and sucked it lovingly, tasting herself as she looked
up at me. God, what a little angel. No man would ever be able to resist
those adorable freckles and the green eyes alight with horny desire.
I laughed and gave her another kiss on the head.
"Horsies now?" I asked.
"HORSIEEEEES!" She shrieked and grabbed my arm and we were off again,
Cam dragging me behind her as if she were a girlish locomotive.
We passed a wider area with a group of kids playing tag while their
parents watched. One father sat with his wife on one of the benches with
a girl Cam's age straddling his lap, her shirt pulled up to her chest
and giggling as he tickled her nipple. His other hand was buried
under her skirt, squeezing happily. I smiled. It was always such a
pleasant sight to see families playing together. Sponsoring and
encouraging healthy relationships in the family was such an important
part of my work. SOEF was as much about social work as education.
A group of girls passed us coming the other way. Most were in the 6-10
range, and the instructor leading them was a dead giveaway: a gorgeous
brunette around 20, stark naked, extremely pregnant, and leading one of
the younger girls by the hand. A SOEF worker guiding her class of girls.
"No Kathy." The brunette smiled, addressing her group of girls as they
walked. "Remember that babies take 9 months to grow. It doesn't hurt,
but sometimes you feel sick in the mornings. It's very important to go
to the doctor often."
"But doesn't it feel weird having a stretchy stomach all the time?" The
snub-nosed girl was holding the woman's hand as they walked, eyeing her
swaying breasts and pregnant belly with a slightly awed expression. "It
seems heavy. And can you really still do it if you're pregnant?"
"Don't worry Kathy." The instructor smiled down warmly at her charge.
"It's still just as much fun, even if you do feel a bit heavy sometimes.
Why don't you have a feel?"
The class stopped, and the naked woman beckoned her girls to come
closer.
"Come on, don't be shy," she said. "This is what a girl's belly feels
like when she's holding a baby."
Kathy and the others gathered in a half-circle to rest their hands on
the taut flesh of the distended belly, oohing and aahing.
"Oh!" Kathy dropped her hand and lurched backwards into her classmates.
"It moved!"
"He kicked." The woman's giggle was delightfully effeminate. "I told you
he's been moving around a lot lately. He's due in a couple of weeks."
Cam was pulling my arm so we hurried on, but not before the pregnant
woman caught my eye and flashed me a brief wink. Women usually handled
the finer details of pregnancy education for the girls in SOEF, and her
expression said she had immediately pegged me as a kindred spirit.
Neither of us would have been in this field if we didn't love the work
and love the girls under our care.
All of the rapid, desperate research in the wake of HTV had given rise
to countless advancements in medical science. Pregnancy was safe for a
girl at any age. Birth control was virtually foolproof, though rarely
used - putting a baby in a little girl's tummy was too much fun for most
men to pass up. STDs had been eradicated, though that was also partially
due to the virus' genetic adaptations. Vaccination programs had further
augmented the immune systems of the general population over the years
until such things were virtually unknown. Adults under 20 had no
experience with such things, barely remembered they had existed. Nobody
had to worry. SOEF curriculum held that there was no reason to impair
the natural advancement of any girl's sexual curiosity, and so every
aspect of sexual education was thoroughly explored, including conception
and the process of pregnancy.
Camilla interrupted my musings by tearing away from my arm, screeching.
Around a dozen fiberglass bodies were mounted on large springs that were
affixed to the ground - cars, trains, stylized horses, even a pair of
dolphins. Cam ran a laughing path through them, pushing them aside and
watching them rock back and forth. Monkeybars and a jungle gym rested
just on the other side of the gravelled area.
"Daddy can I get on this one? Is it ok?" Cam had finally halted next to
one of the toys: a red scooter with a rounded seat and handlebars,
suspended about three feet off the ground by the large spring under it.
"Let's see sweetie." I bent down to inspect the seat - it was about the
right size. Maybe a tad on the large size. All the toys were in
different sizes to accommodate girls of different ages. I definitely
wouldn't want to get Cam onto something too big and have her hurt
herself. Sometimes she got just a little bit too eager and I had to
reign her in.
"I think it's ok-" Cam cut me off by raising her arms up over her head.
Hurry up you slowpoke, her expression said. I just laughed, and stood
behind her so I could hoist her up by her armpits and get her onto the
seat. Her feet touched down tentatively on the foot pedals as I held
her.
"Ok honey. Hold the handles." I shifted her body slightly, lining her
up. The foot pedals were far forward so she didn't have any vertical
leverage except for holding the handles. Once she was settled, I bent
down and hoisted up the skirts of her frilly pink dress.
"Ok now hold still." I wrapped a fist around the curving plastic dildo
affixed to the seat of the scooter and lined it up at my daughter's
cunt. The tiny nubs on the surface prickled against my fingers. Cam
wiggled eagerly when she felt the pointed head brush up against her
pussy lips, spreading them slightly around the plastic glans.
With a shudder and a sigh, Cam relaxed her arms, sinking down onto the
rigid length. Her eyes closed and her cheeks twitched and a little
squeak came from her mouth as she sank first an inch, and then another,
the plastic girth with its little rings of nubs slowly disappearing into
her cunt. I stood up and rubbed her shoulders as my little girl
penetrated herself. Her head rolled back against my chest, wearing a
glazed expression.
"Push me Daddy." She almost panted the words. She had just cum, but she
was as horny as ever. With a smile I grabbed the rear of the scooter and
gave it a gentle tug, setting it in motion. The slow wobble back and
forth brought another twitching fit to my daughter's face. Her eyes
squeezed shut, and a low moan escaped from somewhere deep in her throat.
It was a sublime sight: the gorgeous day with its cool breeze chasing
away the heat, and the patchwork of sunlight that filtered through the
trees playing over my little girl's excited face as she worked her cunt
in the middle of the public playground. I gave her another push, rocking
the scooter front to back in an easy rhythm, letting her pink skirts
swish around her thighs. The shiver in her legs passed up through her
hips and chest, ending in the visible quiver of her lips. She was almost
all the way down on her seat, the last inch of plastic buried in her
sucking cunt.
"Wheeeee!" Cam was having the time of her life. "Faster, D-Daddy, push
me. Faster!" The stutter in her voice was unmistakable. I could read the
pleasure rippling on my little girl's face as the rocking motion gently
worked the dildo in her little pussy. Back and forth. Her thighs were
shaking, twitching the fabric of her dress. Her shaking arms held tight
to the handles despite the pleasure racking her tiny body.
Was there anything lovelier than the sight of a little girl in the
throes of carnal delight? Cam's pigtails jerked and her back arched
suddenly, the rising wave of ecstasy plain on her face. I shoved the
plastic scooter even faster, letting her sway, letting her feel the firm
material stroke her pussy walls with the motions. God my daughter looked
good when she was being fucked. That twisted passion on her face as she
gasped breathlessly for more speed made every part of me swell with
pleasure.
I gave one last heave forward and let her rock back hard into my waist,
taking care that the rear of the scooter didn't smash the aching hardon
in my pants. Her legs had fallen off the pedals. They hung loose,
shivering, then jerking with climax as gravity pulled her body fully down
onto the jutting extension. Under those pink skirts I knew the delicate
little pussy lips were straining around the plastic girth, moisture
beading on the rims and trickling down to pool on the seat.
As my daughter's orgasm rose up under her, I hugged her to my waist and
yanked the shoulder straps of her little pink dress down over her
shoulders, then pushed the top down. Her tiny pink nipples were exposed,
thrusting proudly from her prepubescent chest. My fingers went to work,
twisting and pinching, grinning down at her as she lolled her head back
against my stomach, eyes dilated, mouth working around a girlish moan. I
locked her eyes with my own and squeezed tight, sending her low moan
rising in pitch until it became a squeak of pleasure.
"Da-Daaaaaaaaaddy..." Her long, passionate cry was a love-letter to the
pleasure of my hands on her chest and the ample girth stuffed between
her legs. I let her gasp and squeal and shake herself out in my arms,
holding my little girl tight, guiding her through the heady rush of
orgasm as I had so many times before.
The taut expression finally drained from her face and her limbs went
slack. I held the scooter still for support as she leaned back into me,
massaging her shoulders. A few errant beads of sweat dripped from her
chin.
Looking around, I realized a few more kids had joined us in this area of
the playground: two young boys and a slightly older girl. About 13, I
guessed. They didn't pay us any mind, a small girl and her Daddy
enjoying sexual play together in public being nothing unusual to remark
about. The girl shrieked in feigned annoyance at the boys - her younger
brothers, apparently - then lifted her miniskirt and mounted one of the
dolphins, slowly working the slippery shaft of plastic into her cunt as
she took her seat. Her brothers waited impatiently, jostling each other
to be the first to push her on the toy.
And there was another girl, I realized with a start. She had snuck up
next to us and stood with her hands clasped shyly behind her back,
smiling.
"Hi Mr. Renner. Hi Cammie."
"Julie!"
My arms were still wrapped around Camilla, tweaking her nipples gently
as she warbled in post-orgasmic bliss, but my mind took a trip down
memory lane. The little girl standing there in the airy blue dress that
fluttered lightly in the breeze had been a good friend to my daughter,
to us both really. A white ribbon was tied in a bow in her hair, and the
demure smile on her face was captivating, adorable, like a model from a
little girl's clothing magazine. Exactly like I remembered her. Still
achingly pretty, but a year older now. 11 now.
And if she were here in town then that meant...
"Ben!" I laughed in shock when I turned around and saw him. Early 30s,
light stubble, fringes of blonde hair peeking out from under his
baseball cap. That wide, toothy grin was every bit as disarming as I
remembered it.
"You rascal!" He laughed, then I found myself in a surprise hug, Ben
pounding me on the back with glee. He politely ignored the erection
tenting my pants.
"You haven't changed a bit," I chuckled. "You and Julie both."
He squeezed an arm around his daughter's shoulders affectionately. "Same
for you and Cam, buddy. What's it been, a year already?"
I hoisted Camilla up off the scooter, letting the dildo slide out with a
wet popping sound and wave in the air, then set her feet on the ground.
"About. How's the new job working out?"
"Hard work, but the best gig I ever had. Only came back this week to
take care of some business. You know we had 40 new dogs to train this
year? Think about how many hours that is. Got to feed them, water them,
clean them, exercise off all that puppy energy. And train them, of
course." His grin widened at that. "Takes a lot out of you. But we have
some swell girls. Most know their jobs pretty well. Beats construction
by a long shot." He adjusted his cap as he talked, his characteristic
tic whenever he was excited. Ben was a terrible poker player.
"Sounds grand," I mused. "If a bit dirty. I'd still prefer teaching."
"Well ya know, sometimes getting a bit dirty can be fun." He winked at
Cam as he said this, and she giggled. "The girls seem to like it, and
getting to watch the training is a major benefit."
He looked down at Julie, his arms still wrapped around her shoulders.
"Hey sweetie. Tell Cammie what you got for Christmas."
"Daddy got me a big dog!" Julie blurted out. "He's named Bear and he's
sooo cool. He's a mast...uh, a mastic something. Daddy?"
"An A-class certified Mastiff-mix companion canine. Two hundred and ten
pounds of solid girl-servicing animal." Ben could barely contain his
pride. "Trained him myself. He was a favorite of the girls at the center
too."
"Yeah and he's like THIS BIG" - Julie held her hands as wide as they
would go - "and his thingy is like this big." She held her hands at a
more modest distance. "It's great. He's like so much fun Cammie. Daddy
makes sure I feed him and walk him and he's always wanting to play. Do
you have a dog Cammie?"
"Not yet. Er-" She looked up at me, and I could already see the trap
springing shut around me. Those soulful green eyes, batting their lashes
coyly. How could I refuse anything they asked?
"Daddy, can we get a doggy?"
"I thought you wanted a hamster," I told her.
"Well, I do, but can we maybe get a doggy too?" Camilla clutched my
jeans with one hand, as though she had to pile on an extra layer of
adorableness to get her curmudgeonly father to relent.
"You know," Ben said, grinning, "I do have a nice German Shepherd about
to graduate. His size and weight would qualify for a 10-year-old
easily."
I threw up my hands as though I had been forced into it. "Ok baby. We'll
get you a dog. Just as soon as I can afford it ok?"
Cam squealed and hugged me around the waist. Service dogs were expensive
items, as raising and training and vetting their health and potency took
quite some time. A certified animal was rigorously trained from
puppyhood to be able to please a girl however she wanted it. They knew
how to mount from behind or in front, they knew how to avoid scratching,
how to deal with a girl half their weight, they followed commands, their
sperm was top-quality, they'd sit still and let a girl suck them off or
play with them, and in every way they operated as a fiercely loyal,
protective, and passionate companion. Some people settled for untrained
dogs or ones that had been through a 6-month training program, but a
full-fledged service animal was so much better. Only the best for my
little girl.
"Good man." Ben play-acted punching me on the arm. "Gotta have the best,
I always say." His knowing look said more than an encyclopedia. Our
daughters meant the world to us, and they always got what they wanted.
"And how have you been, tiger?" Ben glanced down at Camilla, leering at
her bare chest where her pink dress was pulled down. "Been having some
fun today?"
"Daddy promised to take me to the park, but he almost forgot!" She
huffed and crossed her arms, a pouty expression on her face.
Ben laughed. "I'm sure he just got busy. Good thing you're there to
remind him. I'll bet he can't forget anything with you around."
A brief smile, a slight inclination of the head - that's all it took.
Some understandings between men didn't need to be spoken, and Ben and
Julie were old friends of ours anyway. This wouldn't be the first time.
I let Ben talk to Camilla as I bent down in front of Julie.
"Hey honey. I can barely believe it's been a year since I've seen you.
How's life at the new school working out?"
"Oh it's ok I guess," Julie said. "Moving kinda sucks and I only know a
few people there. Our arts class is putting on a play for the school
next month. It'll be in front of everyone."
She blushed and smiled shyly again, her dimples showing.
"There was this other girl in it but she dropped out, and now our
teacher wants me to play the princess."
"Well, I'm not surprised they picked you darling." I tapped her gently
on the nose. "They'd be crazy to pass over someone so cute."
She broke into her nervous, shy little giggle, and a blush stained her
cheeks. "Aw stop it. You sound just like Daddy."
"Well, he's right." I smiled warmly. "Princess in the making here." I
wasn't kidding either. Julie was a blue-eyed little vixen the same age
as Cam, with a cherub face and ears that stuck out from her hair like an
elf. Her blue dress hugged her 11-year-old body in all the right places,
and her blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, decorated with a small
braid on the side and tied with the white bow in the back. She could
have passed for a girl out of a fairy tale.
She looked over to the side, where a group of kids had just run off from
the play area. "Hey Mr. Renner, do you want to go on the jungle gym?"
"I'd love to sweetie," I said with a grin. I let her lead me by the hand
to the far side past the riding toys, where she jumped and immediately
started crawling up the edge of the sprawling maze of metal bars.
"How'd you get to be so fast?" I pulled myself up behind her and flashed
her a devilish smirk. "Little girls aren't allowed to be so fast. I'm
gonna GETCHA!"
With a squeal she ducked and evaded my hand, then twisted farther into
the mess of bars and began climbing. I took a moment to appreciate the
lovely sight: a thin pair of pink cotton panties with a little frill
along the hem peeked out from under her dress. Comparatively modest, by
today's standards. It was usually an even bet whether a girl would be
found wearing underwear or not. Cam usually preferred to go without.
I toyed with Julie a bit more, pretending to be an ape, letting her
climb near the top and laugh as she twisted to evade my clumsy grasp.
Another rung up brought me closer, and I snatched at her dress, pulling
it briefly and enjoying the girlish shriek before she pulled away.
"Too slow!" I snickered, moving to the side. I couldn't fit through the
bars easily, so I let Julie hang in the center of the jungle gym just
beyond my grasp. "I'm comin for you!"
"YOU'RE too slow." Julie pulled herself up, then held the bar against
her stomach and flipped to hang upside down, blonde hair dangling. She
stuck her tongue out.
What a tease, I thought fiendishly. Her dress fell up, pooling against
the bar, revealing her slender legs and the little pink panties in all
their glory. The perky little 11-year-old bottom flashed tantalizingly
as she spun again, two cotton-covered globes the perfect size to be
squeezed in my hands.
I stuck my tongue out right back at her, earning another laugh. God,
what a lovely girl. The straining peak in my pants throbbed fiercely. I
took a glance behind me to check on Camilla, and saw her seated on Ben's
lap on one of the benches with her pink dress still pulled down and a
smile on her face. His hands were on her chest. She liked Ben a lot. She
liked all my friends.
"Hey!" Julie flipped herself again, righting her dress. "Can you help me
go on the monkey bars?"
My eyes followed her finger to a pair of long parallel beams, metal bars
spaced at intervals between them. They ran in a semicircle around the
play area.
"I'm always afraid I'll fall," she said.
"Sure honey. I'll hold you. You won't fall."
I beckoned her out from the center of the bars, giving her an assist
with a hand under each armpit as she reached the edge and turned around.
"Hup. There you go." I set her feet gently on the dirt, hands lingering
just long enough to give her a nice squeeze around the chest. She was a
light girl, slim, with delicate skin and lovely hips. I admired how the
little blue dress clung to her figure as we walked over to the bars.
I helped her up the steps the same way, hands gripping her torso for
balance and stealing another squeeze of her chest. Julie just giggled as
she took hold of the bars overhead. I moved to stand close behind her,
her little rump brushing my chest.
"Ready?" I asked. She nodded.
"Ok I've got you. Go for it."
Julie swung out nervously, gripping the next bar, then swinging again
and grabbing the next. I kept my hands tight against her sides, moving
with her, enjoying the feel of succulent little girl flesh twisting
against my palms. She seemed to gain confidence when she felt me
supporting her, and began to swing ahead faster.
"Good girl, you got it," I encouraged. "Keep going."
A fresh determination seemed to fill Julie. She had put a couple dozen
bars behind her already. We were passing the halfway mark. She thrust
ahead, pulling herself along with me in tow.
"Keep it up. Almost there!" I kept my hands at her sides. She was tiring
a bit as we neared the end, swinging more slowly. I tightened my grip,
anticipating a fall.
But she made it. She was panting as she swung off the last bar onto the
platform.
"I did it!" Her laugh was girlish and rich. "I've never been able to go
that far. Normally I get tired halfway through. Thanks Mr. Renner." She
gave me a hug around the shoulders from her elevated position.
"No problem sweetie. Want to go on the big slide too?"
I gestured at the array of metal tubes. The monkey bars made a long
horseshoe shape around the play area, and we had ended up near where we
had started. Julie grinned wickedly.
"Yeah! Let's go!" I let her pull me by the hand. A 3-level playhouse
stretched upwards to about 20 feet off the ground, its bulk dominating
the park. Three elaborate slides climbed from the ground, curling in the
air and then joining at a platform on the top. Julie climbed up a steep
ramp studded with letters and numbers in bright colors, and I followed
her to the next level. The rooms of the interior were kid-sized spaces
with round, open windows and miniature fiberglass furniture. Perfect for
playing house.
A little rope ladder led to the top level where the slides were
attached. I let Julie climb first while I admired the view from below,
then followed. Once on top I sat first, my feet over the lip of the
slide, and Julie plopped right in front of me.
The feel of her snuggling up to my chest was delightful. I wrapped my
arms around her, hands naturally finding the flat lumps of her little
prepubescent chest and squeezing. Julie was still breathing heavy from
exertion, and I was breathing heavy from having a pretty little girl
pressed so close to me. My prick made a resurgence in my pants, poking
out fiercely as if to make up for lost time. I knew Julie could feel my
protruding excitement against her rump, but she just wiggled teasingly.
I seized the opportunity to hike up the hem of the blue dress. Pink
cotton rubbed against my twitching fingers, fingertips sliding down the
little cleft between Julie's legs, feeling the divot just underneath.
Moisture speckled the fabric. The wiggling little girl in my hands was
just as horny as I was. She was a little bit more shy than Cam. Just a
little bit more reserved. My daughter would have been whispering for me
to stuff my cock in her already, but Julie was content to enjoy the feel
of her butt brushing against my firm prick as we sat poised at the top
of the slide.
That ladder rattled. Some other kids were already coming up.
Regretfully, I took my hands off her panties and steadied them at her
hips.
"Ready sweetheart?" I asked. The slide was covered with fiberglass on
its upper half, and the open tube yawned before us.
She looked up at me, her expression innocence itself, as if unaware of
the engorged manhood stuffed against her rump. Even her hair smelled
enchanting, like peaches and silk from the fluttering white ribbon.
"Yeah."
"1...2...3...Go!"
We pushed off at the same time. Julie shrieked with laughter and leaned
back into me as the slide took a sharp turn to the left, curling through
a wide torus before straightening into a dive. We dropped, hearts
briefly coming into our mouths as the roof of the tube opened up to sky.
Chrome skimmed our thighs as we banked one last time before sliding down
the long length to the end.
I could have stayed there happily, arms wrapped around Julie's little
11-year-old body. The momentum had compressed her back against my
stomach, trapping my throbbing cock against her bottom. I decided I
didn't want to get rear-ended by more kids though, so I helped Julie
stand up and then got up myself.
"That was fun!" The slide ended near a set of climbing bars, and Julie
pulled herself up then sat on one at waist height. "Dad works a lot more
now so we don't get to go to the park much. I never get to play."
She swung her legs with nervous energy, kicking the skirts of her blue
dress. I leaned on the bar next to her.
"Don't your friends play with you at school?"
She shook her head. "I only know a few people there. The girls are kind
of snobs. They never want to play any games with me. "
The rumbling in my pants threatened to become an active volcano. "I'll
play a game with you sweetie," I said, tapping the bar she was holding.
"Just lean back into me and hang onto the bar. See how long you can hold
yourself up. Don't worry, I won't let you fall.
Little girls are always so eager to play any game. With her legs firmly
hooked on the bar she was sitting, she leaned back against my chest,
arms extended, holding onto the bar at chest height.
Perfect. I grabbed her hips, enjoying the pleasing curves of little girl
flesh, and rubbed up her sides to her armpits. Julie blushed, but her
demure expression masked the mischievous sparkle in her eyes saying that
she was as eager to play along with our "game" as I was.
I took my time, feeling her up, squeezing her flat breasts and round
shoulders and then diving under her dress to grab her butt. Little girls
always felt right to me in every way. Their laughter, their smiles,
their sweet gasps as they enjoyed a man's touch on their bodies. Julie's
weight was shifted back, but she wiggled with shy pleasure as I ran my
hands up and down and around, touching her in all her intimate parts. It
wasn't our first time together, just like Camilla had had Ben inside her
plenty of times. The thought of another man pulling off my daughter's
clothes and fucking her brains out until they left a heaping helping of
spunk inside her always turned me on. A quick glance over my shoulder
showed they were doing just fine on the bench. I knew that look on my
daughter's face very well.
My hands took a break just long enough to unbuckle my belt and yank the
zipper on my jeans. My cock sprang out, lashing the air as if revelling
in the release from its long confinement. I hiked Julie's dress up to
her hips and pulled the sides of her little panties down to her thighs.
Moisture from the sweet little slit rubbed the tip of my glans, and
despite the warmth of her back against my chest, I shivered, trying not
to cum on the spot.
Families walked by, paying us no mind. Just another little girl getting
fucked. They needed it several times a day, after all. I steadied Julie
at the hips, lining her up with the stiff fuckmeat just beneath her. The
petite pair of little pussy lips opened timidly, giving way before the
point of my cock.
Slowly, I pushed up, the delicious sucking warmth of 11-year-old pussy
wrapping around my cockhead and squeezing with delight. Julie's arms
slackened, trembling. Her eyes fluttered and a low moan escaped her
lips. There's no expression more beautiful than the groaning delight on
a little girl's face as a man's cock spreads the lips of her cunt and
pushes gently inside. I revelled in it, in the flushed joy creeping up
her cheeks. I kept steady behind her, hands on her hips, letting her
control the motion, her body sinking slowly as her arms tired. The
delicious heat massaged my prick inch by squeezing inch, Julie slowly
impaling her tiny body on the stiff rod beneath her.
She finally exhaled a sigh of warm delight, quivering, as she sank to
the halfway mark. With her body steadied against the bars, her center of
gravity keeping her pinned helplessly on my cock, I let my hands roam
the landscape of the lovely girl - round hips, firm to the touch, a
perfect bottom sweet and plump, tender belly with a dainty belly button
in the center. So small in my arms, fragile, the delicate frame of a
tender flower budding with youth. Her eyelashes fluttered as she rolled
her head back to look at me. Barely a year older than my own daughter,
but that gratified simper was the same familiar look I had seen on
Camilla's face so very many times at that special moment of connection
when her Daddy's cock slipped inside her.
Two straps of blue fabric kept her dress up. I pulled them down over her
shoulders, exposing the sweep of her flat chest, and grabbed the pair of
pert little buds I found. A slight pinch, a gentle twist, and Julie's
slight shudder mounted to a horny buzz of delight in my hands. Never let
it be said that I didn't know how to pleasure a girl, whether she was a
student or my own daughter or simply a dear friend like Julie. It didn't
take all that much, really, to stimulate a little girl's innate
feelings. Arousal was always lurking just beneath the surface, hormones
surging in a river through their bodies, begging for release. But every
little girl that I held in my arms or toyed with in my bed or held tight
as she shuddered on the business end of my cock was special to me, every
one a treasure. There was always something in that sweet, honest look on
a girl's face that made me want to make every experience as wonderful as
possible for her.
I began a slow motion upwards, sliding up into the velvet delight of
Julie's little hairless cunt, rocking her weight against the bars. She
warbled and her arms trembled, but her weight was supported against me.
Gently, I increased the motion, pushing a bit more of my cock into the
tiny girl. She was light, even for an 11-year-old. I could have held her
in my arms easily. A company of kids passed us by, oblivious to the
common sight of a man stuffing the cunt of a little girl in public. One
of the girls stopped briefly, eyes locked at the point where my
throbbing prick was entering Julie's body, but she was immediately
tagged by the boy who was "it", and she whooped with laughter and
rounded on the other kids, chasing them as they hollered.
I stoked the energy of the little girl as I fucked her, hands working
her butt, her flat chest, the tiny pair of pink nipples exposed proudly
in the air. Her low moan was punctuated by little squeaks each time I
thrust up inside her. I picked up speed, pelvis pistoning back and
forth, bucking Julie lightly against the bars. A surging current of
buzzing energy was growing in my groin, fed by the slippery connection
of our bodies. Julie was a tight little girl, but inch by inch the
rock-hard length of my manhood pushed further inside her. Spasms rocked
the walls of her pussy, massaging my prick, inviting it further into the
slippery depths. Her thighs were shaking. Her arms were slack, leaning
back, eyes fluttering as the heady feeling of sexual bliss rose up
inside her.
I couldn't help but compare. Julie was a very different kind of lover
than Camilla. Where Cam was eager, Julie was shy. Where Cam was
passionate, Julie was reserved and sweet-hearted. My daughter was a
tiger in bed, but Julie was more like a kitten, albeit a kitten just as
anxious to have a man's cock stuffed inside her as any girl. That modest
demeanor was cracking now, Julie panting from the pumping pleasure of my
cock bouncing her body up and down. Her head lolled back and she flashed
me a heart-melting smile, eyes glazed over with pleasure.
The mounting shudder rose through her body and erupted into a twitching
storm just as my throbbing cock exploded. I pushed her down on my cock,
hard, burying it inside her. Hot splashes of cum shot up into the
gasping little girl as every muscle of my body seized. Arms locked,
hands squeezing her chest, I held Julie in my arms as our shared orgasm
tore through us, a rapturous tidal wave echoing up from the connection
of our bodies. Another spurt, another quiver from the body in my arms.
Hot cum blasted up in waves in her pussy, flooding the tiny space.
Languid bliss connected us, a shared joy from that most special of
moments when a man and a little girl shuddered in mutual connection.
Despite the boisterous world of the park all around us, we floated
together, hazy, oblivious to the shrieks of kids at play, to the
pleasant chatter of passing families. Like warm syrup, our shared orgasm
drained slowly away, leaving just a shuddering satisfaction in its wake.
Julie was leaning back into me, her legs still hooked on the bar but her
arms crossed over mine on her chest. The 11-year-old was so light that
her weight wasn't a problem. My prick slipped out of her cunt with
regretful slowness and flopped down against my thigh.
"You're so nice, Mr. Renner." Julie snuggled against me dreamily,
wearing that lovely expression of just-fucked satisfaction that looks so
good on little girls. I rubbed her chest and tweaked her nipples in
gratitude, then shifted, letting her lean forward and grab the bar again
so she could support her own weight. I pulled up the top of her blue
dress and let the rest hang down again.
"Having fun sweetie?"
Ben was standing just behind us, holding Camilla's hand, a lecherous
grin on his face. He had probably finished in Cam just in time to catch
the tail end of his daughter shaking her way to climax on another man's
cock in her cunt. Cam looked almost decent with her dress pulled back
up, but that gooey expression of happiness on her face was unmistakable.
Julie giggled and dropped off the bars. It might have been my
imagination but I could swear I saw a few errant drips of white fluid
trickling down her leg.
"Yeah Dad!" She flashed her father a happy smile and then threw her arms
around me in a bear hug.
"Mr. Renner's being really nice to me." Julie looked up at me with that
princess grin. "We even played a game."
Ben chuckled knowingly. "This is almost like old times eh buddy?"
"Just as much fun as I remember." I flashed Cam a sly wink as Ben and I
exchanged daughters. Cam took my hand and Julie transferred her bear hug
from my waist to her Dad's.
"It's too bad you live a couple hours away now," I said. "Maybe we could
visit though, get reacquainted. Weekends?"
Ben looked thoughtful. "I'll do you one better," he said. "I have a
bunch of vacation saved up. I was thinking of renting one of those
deluxe beach houses on the coast for Julie and me to hang out in. Isn't
school out in a couple weeks? Why don't we do it then? You can come and
join us and we'll make it a party."
It was just what I had been planning for Cam. Great minds think alike,
and Ben's thoughts undoubtedly mirrored mine: Camilla and Julie, running
on the beach in their bikinis, splashing in the water. Barbecues in the
evening. Sitting on a deck watching the sun go down. I could see it now.
Just us and our girls.
"How about it Cam?" I looked down at her. "You want to visit Ben and
Julie once school gets out?"
"Yeah Daddy!" Cam bounced on her toes. "Sounds cool!"
A look passed between me and my friend. We could both imagine it, just
like old times: helping the girls build sand castles, chasing them
through the waves, laying them down together on the bed at night and
fucking them until they hollered, then swapping. We might not even get
any rest, as frisky as the girls were.
"Hey Daddy, can I bring Bear?" Julie looked up at Ben with that
wide-eyed plea little girls always use when they want something.
"Of course you can sweetie." He mussed her hair and laughed.
"He's so much fun Cammie," Julie said. "He's all big and furry and he
feels so good. You'll like him."
The thought of my daughter grunting away as a well-trained canine
straddled her and pumped its cock into her little girl cunt sparked new
life in my pants. I couldn't wait to get her a pet of her own.
"You know," I said, "I think this is going to be the most fun I've had
all year."
Ben and I exchanged a knowing grin, and we laughed together.