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 Daddy's In Love - Chapter 1 (Mg, Mgg, Mf, Fb, FFb, Fb+, inc, rom, oral,
anal, preg, ws, blackmail) By Cactus
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   Another typical, boring Sunday for Jennifer was unfolding.  The long
summer vacation from school had scarcely begun and her and her playmates
were already running out of things to do.  All winter long the fifth grade
girls talked about boys and all the cool things they would do during the
summer, and aside from her gymnastics classes she found she had little else
to amuse herself.

   Well, she thought, there was that day two weeks ago when Tina brought
that dirty old magazine over to Lisa's basement clubhouse.  It was actually
a portion of the crawl space abutting the basement but her cool dad made a
part of it into a clubhouse for the kids.  It even had a carpet and some
lights and pillows and as far as a place being in a grownups' house it was
pretty neat the girls decided.  The parents didn't bother them in there and
the children quickly discovered that if they played their CD's and made
some noise her mom and dad would pretty much leave them be.  They did have
one close call when Tina brought over a cigarette and it got smoky but Lisa
crawled over and quickly opened a vent.  Jen was actually glad that they
put it out.

   But that dirty book really opened up her eyes, she recalled.  There for
the first time were pictures of grown men and their things, or cocks Tina
called them.  Tina was the most advanced of the preteens and was the
instigator, and she knew all the swears and details about cocks and stuff.
The book was really old and nothing like she would soon find online but it
clearly showed that men actually did put the cock into the girl's vagina
and even her mouth, and one picture totally showed the man's big penis
right by the lady's butt!  The girls could only speculate on that despite
Tina's assurance that crazy men even do that to girls, and sometimes boys!
She had watched Tina and Lisa practice kissing again for a few minutes and
left for home.  Soon an innocent event would unfold.  Whether it was to be
their destiny would be anyone's guess in years to come and father and
daughter would reflect on that first moment many times during their lives
together.

   Young Jen had ridden her bike home and saw her mom's car gone again. 
She hoped to heck she was not going to spend all summer with those stupid
troublemaker boys again.  Her mom was always off on some retreat with those
boys somewhere and she was getting jealous.  Just cause they needed special
schooling all year she didn't think it fair that she should suffer.  They
were not stupid boys, just troublemakers, her mom had said often of the
sixth grade kids she watched over.  Jen's handsome father seemed almost
happy that his wife was gone a lot.  At least he seemed more fun when she
was gone.  Knowing this she dropped her bike and ran towards the garage
door.  Her ponytail was bouncing crazily to and fro but her firm boyish ass
and stone hard legs were definitely not.  If hard-body gymnast could apply
to teens it surely could to ten year old gym princesses.  Jen wasn't aware
of this but Dan sure knew the reason why girl's gymnastics was so popular
an Olympic event.  The television stations as well as the Olympic Committee
turned a blind eye on why the sport was so popular and why 90% of the ads
were aimed at men in their thirties and forties.  They simply loved to see
hard-body nymphets in cuntlet-hugging outfits do tricks and lewd displays
publicly in sweat-soaked leotards.  Not a man among the die hard followers
had not imagined fucking one of the seventy-five pound tarts up and down
their strutted cocks like a toy; like jacking off but with a little cunt as
part of your hand.

   Springing open the screen door she bounded upstairs two at a time,
calves flexing enticingly, and surprising her careless father.  He had
never expected her home much less surprising him this way.  Jen's catlike
grace had allowed her to come to the door unnoticed just in time to see her
daddy shaking off his cock above the toilet.  Her mouth fell open at the
brief sight of it.  It was twice as big as the men in the pictures and had
this long funny skin hanging way over the end.  It looked to be as large as
her forearm and dark brown to her excited young eyes.  Jenny stepped away
and was watching him as he began pushing the long, veiny tube into his
pants again and then he flushed and turned her way.  The child felt
mortified and began to mutter, "S...sorry daddy.  I...I uh...  didn't
know."

   Dan felt a feeling run through his loins he had never felt before at
having had his little girl see his cock.  At the same time young Jennifer's
mind was touched with things she would forever be fascinated with.  Her
fathers cock, piss, and foreskin.  The order of importance would come to
change on a whim.  She was relieved when her tall handsome father walked by
her and tugged playfully on her ponytail.

   "It's ok hon.  I should have closed the door.  Just don't tell mom.  Ok
bunny?"

   She looked way up in his loving eyes and smiled.  Her teeth were perfect
and her lips were full and those few freckles on her nose made her
irresistible to men with a craving for illegal flesh.  Dan was no
exception; he just never thought about it this close to home.  Jen's green
eyes flashed and her long lashes beckoned as she replied, "No dad.  Nope I
won't tell.  Like she says...  accidents happen."

   Dan reached for her bare shoulder and felt the warm, impossibly smooth
skin on his strong hand as he steered her towards the stairs.  "Ok hon.  I
have to go to the hardware store and mom won't be home for an hour.  You
wanna come with boring dad or should I drop you off at the park gym for an
hour?"

   Now Jenny was really torn.  She just saw pictures of male cocks and her
own dad's real one in the same day and she really wanted to go with and
maybe hold his hand at the store but she needed to do some practice every
day or her tummy muscles got too weak.  "The gym, daddy."

   In a situation where destiny was not preordained a normal father would
have been more cautious about closing the bathroom door.  Also a precocious
Lolita would be more secretive about peeking.  Yet during the days that
followed that first subliminal act the father and daughter played a game
that neither acknowledged the other was doing.  Dan had been scheduling his
bathroom piss trips more and more around the moments when his wife was gone
or busy in the basement or garage.  Likewise the fifth grader scheduled her
sudden meanderings for something or other to coincide with her fathers
sometimes faked bathroom visits.  He would close the door just enough to
make it look good and she would be off to the side just enough to make it
look like she was hiding.  The piss breaks became longer and the amount of
cock skin increased by several inches as did the preparations to pee and
shake it off afterward.  It was then she would see her dad slowly peel that
long yummy skin back and see the huge purple head come out.  Once he pulled
down his shorts for a minute and she actually saw the two balls as big as
her fists.  Tina told her the sperm that made her came outta those huge
bags.  She herself thought they held his pee for sure `cause he had so much
usually.

   The next Saturday night little Jen was in her room with her stuffed
animals under the sheets with her.  She was getting ready for bed and had
millions of funny questions in her head when she heard the familiar sound
of her daddy walking right across the hall.  She could see that the door
was totally shut because her mom was home.  Jen heard him flush the toilet
and walk out and towards her room.  She heard her father walk up to her
little bed and lean down and whisper in her ear.  "Jenny?  Bunny?  Tomorrow
night you can aim it if you want.  Pull the skin back and aim it but only
if you want to." She felt his warm lips kiss her very close to her mouth
and as he turned she whispered, "Yes daddy.  I will.  I want to."



   * * * * * * *

   The next day crawled by like a slug for little Jenny.  The fact that it
was a Sunday seemed to make it even longer.  To pass the time, she decided
to ride her bike to her friend Heather's house.  Heather was a part of the
small group of little girls that Jenny hung out with most often - Lisa,
Tina, Casey, Lauren, and Malinda being the others - but of the seven girls,
she was the most quiet and to-herself.  Most of the other girls teased her
for it, although playfully, but Jenny could understand Heather a bit more
than they could.  The two had been friends since they met in preschool when
Jenny was 4 and Heather was 3.  If Jenny had a best friend, it would have
been Heather, she often thought to herself.  The bike ride to the
9-year-old's house wasn't a long one, but it wasn't the easiest route.  The
development most of the girls lived in was situated in a large circle that
enclosed an area of woodlands.  The township was obligated to keep most of
the area free from development, so their response was to build all of the
houses in that area around the expanse of township-protected forest.  So it
was on the other side of the large circle of homes with Heather lived, and
while a bike ride around the woodlands on the street would take a good
fifteen minutes, a bike ride through the trees would take half that time.
The little brunette climbed onto her hot-pink mountain bike and began
making her way from the backyard of her house into the shade of the large
trees separating the homes.  The weather was nice and warm as Jenny rode
through the narrow paths of the forest.  The sun was high in the sky and
its light created a shifting sprinkling of bright patches on the
leaf-covered earth, something the young girl always enjoyed seeing.  The
deeper she rode into the woods, the less terrain became available for her
to ride through, but she had been along this trip countless times before
and she never had a problem getting to Heather's back yard.  It was only
several minutes later when she could see the backs of the houses on the
opposite side of the circle through the trees ahead, and she headed
unerringly for the one she knew as Heather's.  The girl's house wasn't as
large as her own, since she lived with only her mother and a man named
Scott that her mom had just married a month before.  When her real dad
moved out he had taken a lot of the money, as well as the source (he had a
well paying job so Heather's mom never had to have one), and left Ms. 
Ernest struggling to get back on her feet.  Despite her mother's financial
condition, Heather always seemed to have the coolest things in her room. 
The girls could spend hours alone their, always with something to play with
or do.  This wasn't the case today however.  When Jenny arrived at the back
porch of the house, she could see Heather inside sitting on the couch in
the living room.  She knocked on the glass and waved happily to her friend,
who stood up and bounded with a smile to open the door.

   "Hi, Jenny!  I'm so glad you're here, today has been so boring!" Heather
threw her arms around the little brunette as she always did and Jenny
returned the hug just as eagerly.  Heather was a pretty little one with
dark auburn hair that always seemed perfect, even when she woke up in the
morning.  Her skin was a soft alabaster that would always become flushed
and pink whenever the cute girl blushed, and her eyes were a deep brown. 
There were more than a few times when Jenny would catch herself starting at
Heather, admiring her and wishing she was as pretty.  When voicing such
hopes to her father, Jenny would always hear the same response.  "There
isn't a girl out there as pretty as my Jenny", Dan would say.  For the most
part, he meant it too.

   Jenny stepped into the living room and looked around.  If her eyes
hadn't told her right away what was going on, her nose certainly did.  The
room was thick with the drifting smell of paint, and in the hallway that
connected the front door, living room, and stairs to the second floor,
Jenny could see strange men in stained clothing moving about.  Heather
could tell what her friend was thinking and responded before Jenny even had
the time to ask.

   "Mom and Scott are having the house redone," she said, shoulders sagging
as she turned to watch the workers with Jenny, "They're painting a lot and
they said we're gonna switch bedrooms because mine is bigger and they need
the space for all of Scott's stuff."

   Jenny could hardly believe it.  She loved Heather's room!  She turned to
the auburn-haired girl with a look of shock.  Heather responded with a
pouty frown, neither needing to say a word to know the shared sentiment. 
Heather sighed and finished her earlier statement as she idly twisted her
right foot beneath her.

   "...yeah, so all my stuff is in boxes and they're moving our stuff
around.  I have nothing to do!"

   Jenny played with the tiny gold ring her dad had given her as a birthday
present when she was eight.  She used to wear it on her ring finger but had
since moved it to her pinky because it no longer fit as well.  It was often
a habit of hers to twist it back and forth as she thought.  "Well why don't
we go back to my house?  And we can take our time in the woods since it's
such a nice day out!"

   Heather thought it was a great idea and the two went back out onto the
porch where Jenny had left her bike, and Heather kept hers.  They both
climbed on and headed back the way Jenny had come.  It was normal for
Heather to leave home with a friend without saying anything to her mother,
especially since Scott moved in, so neither made a point of it.  About
three minutes into the slow-paced ride, Heather came to a stop.  Behind
her, Jen did the same.  "What's the matter?"

   "I have to pee really bad" frowned Heather, bouncing slightly on her
heels, "I'm gonna go behind a tree."

   Jen sighed dramatically and Heather laughed as she found a suitable spot
and undid the button of her jeans.  "Oh shut up!"

   She slid the jeans and smooth, cotton panties down her alabaster thighs
to reveal her lips, just barely showing the first signs of downy peach
fuzz, and squatted tenderly, looking between her legs to make sure nothing
got splashed as she did her business.  After a short moment the thick
stream started to flow, squirting against the earth and making an
indentation in the soft dirt as it pooled and bubbled.  Jenny could hear
the sound of her stream hitting the ground and turned to her friend, only
able to see part of her back.  She grinned and cupped her hand to her
mouth, calling out towards the younger girl.

   "Psssssssssss!!"

   Heather gasped and shouted, "Stop it!"

   Both of them then fell into a fit of laughs and giggles, Heather trying
to keep herself under control lest her warm stream make a mess on her jeans
or panties.  She was barely able to keep herself clean when her urine died
down to small trickles.  Without any toilet paper nearby to clean herself
with, she silently stood and simply pulled her pants and panties back up,
content that the crotch of her underwear would soak any mess there might
be. When Jenny could see that her friend was done, she grinned to herself
and jumped behind the tree to where Heather was buttoning up her jeans. 
She squatted down by the frothy puddle of urine and rubbed her tummy
dramatically.

   "Mmmmm that looks yummy!" she said, grinning so wide that all of her
small, pearly teeth could be seen.

   Heather jumped back.  "Ewwww you're gross" she exclaimed, unable to keep
from laughing.  The two continued to giggle when suddenly Heather turned,
her silky hair twirling behind her as she seemed to be looking towards
something.  Jen had to catch her breath as she made her way forward to her
friend's side, and there was a moment of silence when none of them spoke.
Heather was the first to say something.

   "Did you hear that?  I thought I heard something."

   Jen listened for a moment and looked around, then shook her head.  "I
don't hear anything...  what was it?"

   Heather didn't respond, but began picking her way around exposed roots
on her tip-toes.  Jen watched momentarily before joining her, taking the
clue to be quiet.  The two of them silently crept towards what looked to be
a drop-off in the distance.  As they got closer, Jen began to hear what
Heather must have heard.

   "Mmmph", the noise was deep, and masculine.  Heather and Jen
subconsciously reached for each others hands, wrapping their little fingers
around the other's.

   "Mmmh yeah...  keep going." this time it was another voice.  Who was
down there?  thought Jenny.

   The girls crept to the edge of the rise and looked down.  Two older
boys, one of them looking as if he were around 13, the other perhaps 16,
were sitting on a large rock below.  A thick tree straddled the edge of the
drop so the girls were able to use it for cover as they watched in
amazement the scene below.

   The younger of the two, a thin boy with messy brown hair and a small
stature leaned against the dirt wall of the rise, his pants and underwear
around his ankles as his fist moved rapidly along the length of his
immature cock.  The other, somewhat heavier boy was facing more towards the
girls but not enough to see them without searching.  He had dark blonde
hair and was kneeling before the other one, his own pants around his ankles
as well.  He had a considerably larger penis than his friend, a full and
thick six inches.  He too was stroking his boyhood but at a slower pace,
taking time each pass to curl his fingers around the plump, scarlet head,
which oozed a pearly goo in tiny droplets.  Heather and Jenny were
transfixed.  This was the second time in less than a month that Jenny had
seen actual cocks, not like the ones in those magazines.  Even though these
boys were well below her father in terms of length, she was no less amazed
by the site.  Only one of the boys had foreskin - the younger of the two -
which caused her to keep her eyes on that one more often than the other.

   An eternity seemed to pass within mere minutes.  The pleasured groaning
of the two increased in volume and pace, and the young girls couldn't help
but gasp when the younger boy jerked suddenly and shot a thin, glistening
arch of white fluid from the tip of his penis.  The older boy did the same
only seconds later, his load landing on the younger boy's thigh.  Before
the self-pleasuring boys could spot them, Heather tightened her fingers
around Jen's hand and began to pull her away, the two soon running at full
speed back to their bikes.

   The bike ride back to Jen's house was silent but fast.  Neither of the
two believed what they had seen, and there was sure to be a flurry of
girlish whispers and giggles when they were once again alone in little
Jenny's bedroom.

   As was typical, little Jennifer took the shortest route to the side door
of her house with her younger playmate peddling furiously twenty feet
behind.  That this shortcut involved cutting across her lawn to the dismay
of her daddy never entered her mind.  In fact no matter how many times he
admonished her and playfully spanked her little bottom for doing it she
continued to do so almost blatantly at times.  Such was the case today when
she saw him halt digging the garden and shake his huge fist at her in mock
anger.  There would be no soft lingering tap on her boyish butt today, at
least not in front of Heather, much to their dismay.  It went unsaid but
both father and daughter secretly enjoyed the feigned spanking, especially
when it was done outside where someone could see.  Jenny had yet to learn
it was a deep sexual fantasy she had when her daddy touched her fanny in
public and Dan just enjoyed any excuse to touch his little girl's private
parts.  The truth was he had touched her often in many places until she had
turned five.  At least when his wife wasn't home, he recalled.  As Dan
leaned against the spade watching the girls set down their bikes he began
to suspect his baby might just be a bit sharper than most ten-year-old
girls tended to be.  He was pretty certain that Jenny knew he was on to her
piss peeks and was beginning to wonder if she deliberately rode her bike
across the lawn.  As with many facets of this budding love affair the truth
would come out years later after the birth of their first child.  For now,
his thinking that it was done out of childish innocence and curiosity only
fueled the ever mounting sinful lust he felt for her.

   Dan smiled and wiped his forehead with his forearm as the tots ran
across the yard towards him.  Heather had always been fodder for beat-off
sessions in the garage.  Sometimes with her and his child putting on
private lesbian shows for him, other times sharing his thick veiny cock
choking down his load, and still other times opening up their teeny ass
chambers for him to tear.

   The day was warmer than normal and he had removed his shirt earlier. 
Now he stood before them in shorts and gym shoes as the kids greeted him.
The raised garden made him appear even taller and he saw both of their eyes
glance at the sweat and masculine hair on his chest before traveling
briefly down to his hard hairy abdomen and the sweat-soaked shorts with the
damp "V" pointing towards his magnificent cock-bulge.  The fact that both
girls were suddenly becoming much more interested in cock with today's new
revelation had not registered yet.  What both of them did know was that
they had the house to themselves for a couple days and today was the day he
was going to take his little girl in the bathroom and show her how men
peed. For that very reason Dan noticed Jennifer's eyes linger a bit longer
on his damp crotch than her friend's.  He was wondering if he had entered
kiddie heaven, what with two luscious lolitas gawking at a hidden weapon as
large as their forearms.  His wicked mind was just beginning to imagine how
frightfully huge his cock would look compared to their tiny fingers when
Jen called up to him.

   "Hi daddy.  I brought Heather over." She was on her tiptoes and her
lovely calves flexed as she closed her eyes waiting happily for her kiss.
Dan quickly bent and kissed her soft cheek but not as close to her inviting
mouth as the night before.

   "Hi bunny."

   He smiled and looked Heather's way wondering how it would feel to beat
off using her cunt instead of his hand, just jacking the tot up and down
his gnarled brown meat...."Hi there Heather.  You're looking beautiful as
always." He watched the two exchange glances as Heather blushed.  Jenny
started to giggle.  "Oh daddy you're so lame and silly.  Heather came over
`cause they are painting her bedroom and it smells, right Heath'?"

   The nine-year-old's doe eyes looked up in Dan's warmly and she nodded.
"Yes that's right Mr.  D.  It stinks bad."

   Dan was only too happy to have two little girls alone in his house if
for no other reason than to fantasize all day about kiddie sex.  This was
way better than Internet porn.  "Sure kids, just don't tear the house
apart. I'll be in a bit later and clean up.  You kids wanna order a pizza
later?"

   This brought shouts of joy from the prepubescent girls and a smile to
Dan's face as he watched them jumping up and down clapping their tiny
hands. They turned and began skipping off to the house holding hands when
Jenny stopped and asked over her shoulder, "Daddy is it ok if Heather maybe
sleeps over tonight?  We don't have school and her rooms torn apart."

   Immediately the child saw a glimmer of disappointment in her father's
eyes and suddenly she remembered the secret thing they were planning in the
bathroom tonight.  Quickly she added, "She won't be any bother, dad.  She
falls asleep at seven thirty." Jenny broke out in her tinkling laughter and
mocked pain when Heather punched her arm.  "Oh Jennifer, You're such a
fibber.  She's a fibber, Mr.  D."

   Dan laughed along with them.  happy to know that Jenny secretly
telegraphed to him her knowledge of the dirty thing they had planned. 
"Well Heather, she does have her own version of truth, honey.  You kids go
on and have fun.  I'll be inside in a bit."

   The incest-minded father smiled and felt his goat-sized balls filling in
their thick-skinned sweaty bag as he watched the two little hard-bodies
walk towards the house.  Jennifer was a bit taller and more toned than her
little friend but Heather had the smallest, softest looking little ass he
ever saw.  He wondered what her teeny anus would look like up close,
recalling the times he'd open Jennifer's and peer inside it when she was
little.  Little Heather was also positively glowing from having Jen's
handsome father call her `honey'.

   Dan quickly finished turning the garden and as he walked the shovel back
to the shed he waved at the new neighbor's wife.  She was a hot-looking
young bride in her early twenties that made it obvious she was eying him up
and down whenever she was outside with that horse of a dog.  He often
wondered if she let that pretty red dog-cock fuck into her uterus.

   Inside the dim shed he forwent his usual jack-off session over the
kiddie porn he had hidden out there.  Often, in a state of perverse lust he
envisioned planting some for Jenny to find to gauge her reaction.  Now he
may have an even better feel for it after tonight.  Hell, he figured
hopefully, after tonight maybe she would enjoy looking at it with him
online.  He smiled at that perverted thought.






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