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 Jenni just didn't know what to do with herself.  She had tossed and turned
in bed for about 3 hours, wanting to sleep, but just not being able to. 
That afternoon, she had watched the craziest thing she had ever seen. 
Heck, she had done the craziest thing she'd ever done, too.  She had
watched as her best friend Ally pranced around the public pool deck naked,
and then had gone into the guard house and fucked two different lifeguards.
Then she had let Nikki convince her to shove Ally's string bikini top up
her pussy.  Next she had totally showed her pussy to a boy when she took
the bikini out.  Then, to top it all off, she had watched her two best
friends get naked on her own bed and play with each other's pussies.

   But all that wasn't what was keeping Jenni from falling asleep.  What
was really bothering her was the fact that, deep down, she had liked it
all. It wasn't a conscious thought, not by a long shot.  Jenni kept telling
herself that what had happened, especially the incident between Ally and
Nikki, had been totally wrong and dirty, and that she wanted nothing to do
with it.  But Jenni couldn't deny the reactions she had to the day's
events. Seeing Ally naked had gotten her heart going a little fast.  It
hadn't been a problem stuffing the bikini top up her pussy, because her
pussy had been pretty wet when she did it.  When Ally and Nikki had been
going at it, Jenni had kept her legs firmly closed, because the stain of
pussy juice would have been too obvious on the crotch of her shorts.  Even
now, the image of Ally strutting around naked, the feeling of having that
bikini top stuffed inside her, and the thought of Ally and Nikki touching
each other were making her excited in a way that she didn't understand.

   So Jenni laid in bed, tossing and turning, wild thoughts running through
her head, her pussy a little wetter than normal.  She kept turning her head
towards the large stain on her bed from Nikki's gush of vaginal fluid.  She
couldn't see it in the dark, but it was only a few inches from her pillow,
and she could smell it.  She didn't know why she was so drawn to it, and
that was another thing that was keeping her up.

   After a while, Jenni's subconscious desires started to get the better of
her.  She decided to touch the stain, just out of curiosity.  At least,
that's what she told herself.  She reached two fingers out, and rubbed the
stain.  At its center, it was still a little bit wet.  Jenni ran her
fingers through the moist spot, and pulled them back to her face.  She
sniffed her fingers, just to get a better idea of what it smelled like. 
Then, acting on impulse, she put one finger, then the other into her mouth,
and tasted Nikki's pussy juice.  She was surprised when she decided that
she actually liked the taste of it.  She reached her fingers back down to
try to get more from the wet spot, but she had gotten pretty much all there
was to get from it on the first try.  She shrugged as if to give up on it,
when she realized she had her own unlimited supply of the stuff.

   Jenni reached down with her other hand, and pulled up the oversize
t-shirt she always wore to bed.  She didn't wear panties, so she just moved
her hand between her legs, and slipped her index finger between her tiny,
hairless pussy lips.

   That moment was electric for Jenni.  She let out a little gasp as a
thrill ran through her entire body as her little fingers penetrated her
soft, wet slit.  Oh my god, thought Jenni, this feels amazing!  No wonder
Ally and Nikki like it so much!  Any thought she had of taking her finger
out of her pussy disappeared in that instant.  She started moving her
finger around in her slit, exploring, not sure what to do or how to do it.
But every move she made felt good, so she just kept going.

   Jenni's fingers ran through her wet little pussy, and eventually they
happened upon her hard little clit.  When her fingertips brushed against
her clit, she squealed and her butt and thigh muscles tensed automatically.
She pulled her had away, she was so surprised at the sensation that had
just racked her body.  Then, she tentatively reached back down, and touched
her clit again.  This time she was prepared for it, and the feeling still
almost overwhelmed her.  She started to rub her hard clit with two fingers,
gradually increasing the pressure she was putting on it to the point she
could barely stand the pleasure she was getting from it.

   Jenni was rubbing her clit intensely when she remembered something Ally
had done to Nikki earlier.  She reached down with her other hand, and
pulled her pussy lips apart with two fingers.  Then she poked around a
little bit with her index finger until she found her tiny vaginal opening.
It was pretty tough to find, since it was tightly closed, having never been
entered by anything at all in her entire life.  Had she not been told about
it by Ally, then seen it earlier, Jenni wouldn't have even known there was
an opening there big enough to put things in.

   Then Jenni pressed against the tight little opening, and her index
finger slid up her pussy.  She groaned softly as her finger sunk into her
tight little hole.  She thought it felt really strange to have her own
finger inside her.  Strange, but really, really good.  She started to move
her finger around inside her like she had seen Ally do earlier in the day.
At the same time, she began to rub her clit again.  Soon, although she
hardly realized it, her hips were working themselves around, making a
grinding motion against some imaginary person.

   Jenni kept fingering herself, becoming more and more intensely focused
on the incredible feelings it was giving her.  Her fingers quickly became
slick from her natural juices, and they slid in and out of her tiny pussy
faster and faster.

   Images started to flicker through Jenni's mind.  She saw Ally's bare
body move through her mind's eye, then Ally and Nikki together on her bed,
playing with each other.  God, thinking about her two friends like that was
getting her even hotter!

   Jenni's body was squirming and writhing about wildly now, twisting up
her bedsheets.  She was also starting to moan and cry out, starting softly
at first, but getting progressively louder.  She didn't realized she was
doing it, and would have been mortified if she had realized it, because her
parent's bedroom was right next door, right through the wall that her bed
was up against.  But Jenni was lost in her own world of fantasizing about
her two best friends and pleasuring herself.

   In fact, Jenni's father, John, was sitting up in bed at that moment,
reading a book by the light of a small reading lamp.  Just twenty minutes
earlier, he had finished fucking his wife, Melissa.  They had had some
really good sex that night, particularly because the last ten minutes of
their lovemaking had been anal sex, which always got both of them off
really well.  That was why Melissa was already fast asleep next to him. 
She loved taking it in the ass, but it was still pretty painful for her, so
it wore her out like nothing else.  John was sitting in bed, his head
against the wall, still pleasantly relaxed from the afterglow, when he
heard some noise coming from his little girl's room.

   John had heard such noises before.  It sounded like his daughter's
wordless cries, the type she made when she was having a nightmare.  So John
put his book down, and climbed out of bed, gently removing his wife's hand
from his cock before he did so.  Melissa always slept holding onto John's
cock, ever since they first started sleeping together.  She had always said
that she couldn't get enough of his cock, and John wasn't about to complain
about something like that.

   John put on his pajama pants, and headed into the hallway.  He walked
down to the next door as quietly as he could, and then slowly twisted the
knob and pushed the door open.

   Jenni had heard the door to her parents' room open and close again. 
When she heard that, she had frozen.  Next she heard her own door knob
start to twist open.  She quickly pulled her hands away from her crotch,
closed her legs, and pretended to be asleep.

   John looked in, and saw her little girl sleeping peacefully.  At the
same time, he could see that her sheets were all mussed up, which meant she
was twisting around a lot, another sure sign that she had been having a
nightmare.  He walked across the room towards his daughter's bed.  Halfway
there, he froze.  John had caught a whiff of something.  It was a smell he
was familiar with, but one he surely didn't expect to smell in his ten year
old daughter's room.  He smelled... pussy.  Wet pussy.  John's brain
started to work at a mile a minute.  He had heard moans and cries, Jenni's
sheets were mussed up, her room smelled like pussy, and she suddenly looked
like she was sleeping entirely peacefully.  His daughter hadn't been having
a nightmare, she had been masturbating!  Jesus Christ, she was too young
for that!

   Jenni was lying in bed, paralyzed by fear.  Her father had been coming
over to the bed, but now had stopped.  Why?  She was terrified that he'd
figure out what she'd been doing, but had no way of finding out.  It wasn't
unusual for her father to come sit on her bed and comfort her if she was
having trouble sleeping, but what was he doing now?

   John's mind kicked back to the here and now very quickly.  If Jenni was
masturbating just a minute ago, that means she's actually awake right now.
He couldn't let her know that he knew what she was doing.  At least, here
and now wasn't the time or place to have that kind of discussion.  So, John
quickly decided that he was going to go along with his first impulse, and
pretend that he thought she was having a nightmare.  He continued over
towards the bed, and with each step, the smell of his daughter's wet pussy-
he cringed at the thought of that- became stronger.  Finally, he reached
the bed, and sat down on it.  He gently shook Jenni on the shoulder, until
she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

   Jenni opened up her eyes and looked at her father, trying to feign
innocence and sleepiness as best as she could.  "Hi, Daddy."

   "Hi sweetie," said John, trying his hardest to keep his true thoughts
under wraps.  "Are you alright?  It sounded like you were having a
nightmare a minute ago."

   A wave of relief flooded through Jenni.  "Oh, yeah... I think something
bad happened in my dream, but it stopped.  I'm okay, Daddy."

   "Okay sweetie, just wanted to check.  Sweet dreams."

   "Thanks Daddy, g'night."

   John kissed Jenni on the forehead, then got up from the bed, and walked
towards the door.  At the door, he turned and looked at his daughter again.
She had already rolled over to go to sleep.  He shut the door and headed
back into his own bed.

   Jenni laid in bed, staring at the far wall of her room.  Jesus Christ,
that had been really close?  What would have happened if her father had
caught her doing what she had been doing?  She decided she didn't want to
know, and she wasn't about to find out by risking getting caught again. 
She was way too embarrassed to play with herself anymore tonight.  She
thanked her lucky stars for getting away with it, closed her eyes, and
finally fell off to sleep.

   In the next room over, Jenni's father was lying awake in bed, a million
thoughts running through his head.  His daughter was only ten years old,
what was she doing masturbating?  How had she found out about that?  What
should he do about it?  His first instinct was to confront her about it,
yell at her and tell her she shouldn't be doing it.  But that was stupid,
wasn't it?  It was natural for kids to explore their bodies, and she
probably just stumbled upon masturbation on her own.  And of course she
would keep doing it once she figured it out.  It felt good, and as far as
she knew, she wasn't doing anything wrong, was she?  Of course not, Jenni
didn't know the first thing about anything sexual.  She was only ten.  So
he surely couldn't yell at her and punish her for a perfectly healthy,
natural curiosity, even if it had come a couple years before it should
have. On the other hand, should he mention it to her in a more supportive,
nurturing type of way.  John was sure his daughter had a lot of questions,
the type he'd rather be answering himself, rather than having her friends
answering them for her.  But no, his daughter was still only ten, and her
friends probably didn't have any more answers than she did, and she'd
probably be mortified talking to her father about things like that at this
stage.  Should he tell his wife?  He didn't see any reason why he
shouldn't, but some little voice in the back of his head said no to that
proposition.  He decided that Jenni had always been very much a daddy's
girl, and she would trust him with this type of thing more than her mother.
In the end, John decided on a more passive course of action.  He would keep
his eyes and ears open for the time being, and learn as much as he could
about his daughter's habits.  Then, once he knew more, he would decide if
he should talk to her.  Yes, that was what he would do.