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 Daddy's In Love - Chapter 11 (Mg, Mgg, Mf, Fb, FFb, Fb+, inc, rom, oral,
anal, preg, ws, blackmail) By Cactus
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   By the time the school year rolled around that September, Dan and
Jennifer had become the closest of lovers.  Heather too was often a part of
their illicit affairs, spending the day with them when Linda was out, or
joining her best friend in a sleepover that had Daddy Dan sneaking into the
girls' bedroom for a late night preteen treat while Linda slept soundly in
the other room.  Dan even took Heather's cherry for the girl's tenth
birthday that August, and it wasn't long before both she and his daughter
were accustomed to having his rigid length buried in their immature cunnies
-- at least as much as they could fit.

   The two precocious youngsters didn't always need Dan for their budding
sexual appetites.  Having started their journeys in eroticism together with
the adult, they were more than happy to use what they had learned on
eachother.  Dan's frequent "lessons" often had his face buried between the
pair's silky thighs, and soon Heather and Jenny were expert little lickers
themselves.  The girls never really thought of it as lesbianism.  They had
always been affectionate with eachother, and their mutual sexual
gratification just seemed like a natural extension of their close
friendship.  Dan had always warned them to keep their loving kisses and
touches in private however, just like they had with him.  The little nymphs
were always happy to oblige.  Besides, that made it all the more fun,
didn't it?

   Even when fifth grade started and the two were among their giggling and
chattering friends, the only clue to their newly blossomed carnal knowledge
were shared looks and grins whenever a particular naughty topic might
arise. But one late September day during recess, that would change.  Among
the small group of friends, Jenny, Heather, and Lauren were the only ones
in fifth grade.  Tina, Casey, and Lisa were sixth graders.  And while both
grades shared a lunch period, the sixth graders had recess before lunch,
and the fifth graders had it afterwards.  It was on a sunny Thursday
afternoon, and Jenny, Heather, and Lauren were standing in a small circle
on the blacktop by the side of the school after lunch.

   Lauren Reed was a stunning young girl of ten years, like her friends. 
She had silky blonde hair that usually reached to the middle of her back,
but today wore it in two braids at either side of her head that reached to
her shoulders.  Her eyes were a bluish-grey, beautiful and perfectly set
amidst a heart-shaped face.  Though the sun was shining that day, the
lateness of the month brought a slight chill, and she wore a long sleeve
violet shirt with a pair of thin jeans and pink on white sneakers. 
Generally considered one of the prettiest girls in the fifth grade, many
boys had crushes on her.

   As was usually the case, boys became the topic of the three girls'
gossiping that day.  While the friends all knew that the little blonde was
often the object of their classes' male desires, Lauren herself was quite
modest, and normally became embarrassed when the other girls would bring up
how often the young boys would compete for her attentions.  This afternoon
was the same, with Jen and Heather recounting rumors of which boys had said
what about their friend, and Lauren was quick to deflect the attention from
herself by commenting on how Kyle Widner, an eleven-year-old boy in their
class, was supposedly planning to ask Jenny to be his boyfriend.

   "Uh, no way," said Jen, crossing her arms.

   "Yeah!" countered Lauren, "Anna Michner heard him say it at lunch the
other day."

   "Well if he does I'll say no," said Jen matter-of-factly.  Heather
watched her quietly, clearly deciding she shouldn't comment.

   "Why?" Lauren seemed surprised.  "He's really cute."

   "Because I don't wanna."

   "Didn't you say last year that you liked him?"

   Jennifer huffed, "Well I don't anymore!"

   Lauren seemed skeptical about this, but remained quiet for a moment. 
Then she grinned.  "I know!  It's because you like Devon, right?"

   Jen put her hands on her hips and snapped back, "No!  It's because I
already have a boyfriend!"

   Heather raised her hand to her mouth in surprise and Lauren's grin
turned to open-mouthed amusement, eager to know all about what boy Jenny
was "going out with." Jennifer looked quickly to Heather, and it was plain
on her face that she hadn't quite meant to let it slip.  Still, it was out
there now, and no true girlfriend would let it by without wanting to know
all about the boy.  Lauren seemed giddy, perhaps in part because now it was
her friend's turn to be scrutinized, and grabbed both of Jen's hands in her
own.

   "Who?  Who is it?  You're supposed to tell me!"

   "Just...someone," Jen said, feeling stuck now that she had admitted it.
She knew it was only a matter of time before the other girls in their
circle had heard, and then she wouldn't hear the end of it until she
disclosed who the boy was.

   "I'll tell you if you promise to not tell anyone else!"

   Lauren nodded eagerly.  Jen knew she could trust her.

   "Okay...it's my Daddy."

   Lauren's expression went from brief shock to one of confusion.  She let
go of Jennifer's hands and shook her head.  "Oh come on.  You're dad can't
be your boyfriend!"

   "Well, he is!  We do everything real boyfriends and girlfriends do."

   Lauren watched Jen for a moment in silence, her face clearly showing her
disbelief.  Surely she was playing a joke.  Then she laughed.  "Nuh uh! 
Come on, Jen."

   Jennifer crossed her arms and huffed.  "I'm not lying!  We even had
sex!"

   Heather, who until this point had been nervously switching between
watching for people nearby who might overhear, and watching Jennifer tell
such a special secret, gasped and grabbed her friend's arm.

   "Jenny!  You're not supposed to tell!"

   Lauren looked back and forth between Jen and Heather, her look of doubt
slowly being replaced by one of surprise.  "Heather!  Are you guys
serious?"

   The two girls looked at eachother and then back at Lauren.  Their
expressions were all the answer she needed.

   "That's weird!" Lauren took a few steps back, and Jen quickly closed the
distance.

   "You promised not to tell anyone else!"

   "I know, I know...I won't tell."

   Just then the recess aid began to blow her whistle, signaling that it
was time to return to class.  Jen, Heather, and Lauren silently crossed the
blacktop to where the rest of the fifth graders were lining up to go back
inside.  Throughout the rest of the day, when Jennifer and Lauren saw
eachother, they didn't say a word about what had come up.  At the end of
the afternoon, as the children were waiting for their busses to arrive,
Jennifer felt a tap on her shoulder.  She turned to see Lauren, who moved
in close to the young brunette and whispered.

   "How come you told Heather about your dad but not me?"

   Jenny sighed.  "I didn't tell her, really...she was around when me and
my Daddy started doing stuff.  And he taught her about sex too."

   Lauren was beside herself.  "No way!  Like for real?  Real stuff like
Tina showed in the magazines?" Jen nodded and Lauren leaned in closer.  "I
wanna see it too.  Will you guys show me too?  Please!"

   It was just like her, Jen thought.  Although normally quiet and rarely
taking the lead when it came to their friends' activities, Lauren always
hated to be left out.  Whenever the girls gathered in the basement
clubhouse at Lisa's and giggled conspiratorially over the sex mags Tina had
snuck in, Lauren was always the last to comment or speculate on what they
would see, but would always stare the most often at the glossy pages full
of forbidden photos.  Maybe it had to do with her somewhat conservative
parents and how they raised her -- she was quiet, polite, and never
outspoken about her childish desires, but when an opportunity presented
itself, she was always the most eager to partake, even in the background.

   Jenny bit her lip and sighed again.  She hadn't planned on making her
special relationship with her Daddy so well known...but she loved all her
friends, and deep inside she wanted to share her new life with them.  With
a relenting groan that was mostly for show, she whispered back to her
friend.

   "I have to ask my Daddy.  But you still can't tell anyone!  Okay?"

   Lauren nodded with a grin and wrapped Jenny in a tight hug before
trotting off to her arriving bus.



   * * * * * * *

   The following night Linda was out with a group of friends, leaving Dan
and his young daughter alone for several hours.  Jennifer had come to call
these "Love Nights" or, when they might be lucky enough to have a whole day
to themselves, "Love Days." Both father and daughter were constantly
looking forward to such events, when they could let go of all inhibitions
and act like a true couple.

   This night the two had filled the jacuzzi tub and sat beside eachother
in the hot water, their naked bodies pressed against each other.  Dan had
his arm around his loving daughter while she laid her head on his shoulder.
Her tiny hands were wrapped around his engorged cock, playing one of her
favorite games where she dipped the plump glans in and out of the water as
if it were a great sea serpent rearing it's head.  Sometimes she would
manipulate the slit at the tip into a gaping mouth and fall into fits of
giggles.  Tonight she was mostly quiet, and Dan pulled a strand of soaked
hair from her forehead.

   "Is everything alright, bunny?  You seem glum tonight."

   Jenny looked up into her father's eyes.  She knew she could trust him
with anything at all.  He would always understand her.  "Well...do you
remember a while ago how we talked about a special sex club, and how we
could let people in if we trusted them?"

   Dan nodded, careful not to let his apprehension show on his face. 
Perhaps his daughter didn't quite understand yet, but such a thing was a
slippery slope.  He knew secrets could be hard to keep, especially among
young girls.  Still running her fingers along the taught flesh of his
erection, Jen told him about the day before, and how Lauren had found out
about what the two were up to.  Dan listened quietly, caressing her wet
hair and shoulder.  She then continued on about what Lauren had asked her
at the end of the day.

   Dan's trepidation mixed with some excitement then.  He had often
fantasized about a harem of tiny girls to pleasure and be pleasured by, and
wondered if his relationship with Jenny might provide a way to see it
become reality.  Still, he was a cautious man, and knew that to overreach
would spell trouble.  He would have to find some way of securing himself
while laying a path to his dreams...and Jennifer's.  The prospect had his
mind swimming, and he almost didn't hear the sweet voice of his daughter
beside him.

   "Daddy...?"

   He smiled and leaned down to kiss Jenny gently on the lips.  She cooed
and returned it gratefully.  "Alright, sweetheart.  I'll think about it and
let you know, okay?"

   The little girl nodded and grinned, then returned her attention to
stroking his rigid cock.  Dan moaned and closed his eyes, sliding his hand
down Jenny's tummy to the smooth rise of her immature sex.  The two had
come to know eachother sexually over the months, their desires often left
unspoken as each would naturally know what the other needed.  Jen spread
her thin thighs and felt the length of her daddy's middle finger slip
between her puffy lips and into the waiting mouth of her cunny.  He probed
deep, to the knuckle, eliciting a shuddering sigh from his baby girl as she
expertly tended to his prick.

   Dan then lifted her by the armpits onto his lap.  She placed her hands
on his shoulders and her knees of either side of his hips.  Gripping one
firm asscheek with one hand, spreading it from the other to reveal the
cleft between, he used his other hand to run a finger along the crack. 
Jenny shivered and grinned at her daddy.

   "Are we gonna practice in my butt?" she asked.

   "Do you want to, sweetie?"

   She grinned wider and nodded.  While Heather had taken a keen liking to
anal play from the very start, Jennifer had often focused solely on the
widening of her vagina to accommodate her father's exceptional girth.  Once
she had become used to fitting him inside her without much pain and
discomfort, she too wanted to experience the pleasures of rectal
stretching. For the past month she had been practicing with various-sized
toys, with Dan often watching but not offering assistance unless she asked.
He was content to let her proceed at her own pace.  Now she wiggled her
tiny rear against his fingers and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

   "Put them in, Daddy..."

   Dan smiled and gently slid his middle finger into the tight sleeve of
her anus.  The heated water of the jacuzzi acted as a suitable enough
lubricant as he felt the collar of her sphincter grip at the digit.  She
sighed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head beside
his.  Once his finger had slid far enough inside, he began to bend and
press against the hot, spongy walls.  Jennifer whined and pushed her rear
against his hand, adjusting her legs so that his knee pressed against the
fleshy nub of her clit.  As Dan slid his ring finger in beside the first,
her whine became a squeal and her hips ground against him.  He continued to
massage the walls of her colon, occasionally rolling his fingers in circles
to loosen the vice-like grip.

   Jenny shook against him, her cunny grinding into his knee until an
orgasm had her flailing like a rag doll in his arms.  Her anus clenched
powerfully as she suddenly emptied her bladder into the roiling, hot water.
As the climax subsided, she went limp in her daddy's arms, and he slowly
withdrew his fingers from her rectum.  For the next several minutes they
kissed deeply before getting out of the tub to dry.  By the time they heard
Linda's keys in the front door, both were dressed in their bedtime
clothing.



   * * * * * * *

   Linda closed the door behind her and hung her jacket on the nearby wall
peg, her pale skin still flush with the excitement of the night's events.
She had gone out to dinner with two of her friends from the school: Amy,
the young teaching aid who had assisted her briefly with the delinquents'
outing that summer, and Allison, an events coordinator for the same youth
program.  After dinner they had decided to return to Allison's house for
tea.  Arriving earlier than she had planned, Allison dismissed the
babysitter looking after her seven-year-old son, Brian.  Brian's father was
away in the military, leaving the twenty-five year old mother to live alone
with her son for long periods of time.

   After about an hour of drinking tea and chatting, Allison went to put
Brian to bed, and about a minute of small talk with Amy passed before Linda
had to go to the bathroom.  Making her way down the dark hallway of the
ranch-style home, she passed a nearly-closed door with light spilling from
beneath.  She assumed from the muffled sounds within that it was Brian's
room, where his mother was tucking him in and saying goodnight.  As she was
about to pass by, a slight sound caught her attention.  It was a sound
Linda could discern with practiced ease.  Moving her eye to the slight
crack between the door and frame, she looked upon Allison as she sat beside
her son on his bed.

   Brian was wearing a pair of pajamas adorned with some popular characters
from TV or movies.  However, the colorful pants were bunched around his
ankles, leaving his thin legs bare and splayed on the sheets.  His arms
were bent with his elbows at his sides, propping his upper-half up
slightly, and his eyes were closed.  Beside him, Allison sat with her head
bowed into his lap, and although her silky brown hair covered her face from
that angle, it was clear she was sucking her son's small penis.  Brian's
mouth was agape, tiny moans escaping his pink lips, and between the
slurping sounds coming from his mother, Linda could hear her whispering
adorations -- 'Mommy loves you,' and 'such a good boy.'

   Linda's crotch was soaking in her sheer panties, and she quickly but
quietly dashed into the nearby bathroom.  Hiking up her black skirt and
yanking down the saturated panties, she sat on the toilet and began
furiously rubbing her clit.  The dark blonde pubic hair was matted and
glistening with her arousal, her large clit engorged and poking lewdly from
beneath the scarlet hood.  The following orgasm came quickly and
powerfully, sending tremors throughout the boy-loving mother's legs as the
full bladder she had at first come to empty did so in a great rush.  She
took a few moments to catch her breath before wiping herself, then made her
way as collected as she could back into the living room.

   Amy still sat alone, and smiled as Linda returned.  Well-practiced in
keeping herself together after such exciting moments -- a skill put to test
during those times when she would take opportune moments to molest her
young charges -- Linda gathered her purse and regretfully told Amy that she
had to be going.  The young woman appeared upset but understanding, and at
that moment Allison came back into the room as well.  Linda turned to her.

   "Ah, I was just saying goodbye, Allison.  I really should be getting
back home to Dan and Jennifer."

   Allison gave polite protest, but soon was hugging her friend goodbye. 
Linda kissed her and Amy on the cheek (lingering near Allison in the hopes
of smelling Brian's scent on her lips) and made her way out to her car. 
The short drive home was almost excruciating, squeezing her thighs together
and grinding against the car seat.  When she finally arrived, she was glad
to see Dan already preparing Jennifer for bed.  She was in desperate need
of a good fucking, and although their sex life wasn't what it was when they
were newlyweds, she knew she could always count on Dan and his incredible
cock.

   After tucking in and kissing Jennifer goodnight, she walked into her
bedroom where Dan was already laying in bed watching TV, wearing nothing
but a thin pair of pajama pants.  She undid her blouse and then her bra,
exposing her firm 34C breasts.

   "Have a good night?" asked Dan, flipping through the channels.

   Linda unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor with her panties.
Her mind kept replaying the scene from earlier that night, the young mother
servicing her tiny son, and her fleshy sex was slick with desire.  The
scent of her arousal was thick in the air, enough for Dan to turn away from
the TV to look at his wife.  She stood nude before him, her eyes locked
with his and her hand sliding down the firm plane of her stomach into the
silky nest of hair between her legs.  Her middle finger pressed against the
protrusion of her enlarged clit, continuing down between the puffy outer
lips and then the glistening inner ones, her other fingers spreading open
the gash like a ripe fruit.

   Dan's fondness for the illegal flesh of little girls in no way
interfered with his love of women, especially the one he married.  In the
twelve years since they met, Linda's beauty hadn't diminished at all.  As
she stood lewdly before him now, his cock responded just as it would have
the very first time he saw her naked.  She watched as his hand dipped
beneath the sheet to the sudden rise within, then stepped forward and drew
the blanket from his lap, where he had pulled his pants down below his
heavy balls to expose his growing erection.  Her lips parted in a quiet
shudder.  The true majesty of his organ always made her weak in the knees.
Had she known that her own daughter had taken such an unholy reverence to
it, she might not have blamed her.  The thick shaft and plump glans were
perfect in every detail.  With a swift movement she lowered herself to her
knees, gripping her husband's rod with slender fingers capped by manicured
nails, and ran her tongue from the heavy sack at the base to the very tip.
She suckled at the lip of his foreskin and then drew it away from the head,
letting her tongue swirl around and then dip into the piss slit.

   Dan groaned and gathered her blonde hair into his hand, pressing until
her lips were parted by the scarlet cockhead.  A low 'Mmph' sounded from
her mouth as she worked to draw him deeper inside.  Her lips slid along the
length like some serpent devouring a meal, throat muscles twitching.  After
a time she drew back with a gasp for air, saliva dripping from her open
mouth and down his shaft in glistening strings.  Then she stood and
straddled him, squatting, using one hand to guide his prick to the drooling
mouth of her cunt.  When the head plugged that fleshy hole, she sat, and
her moan came raggedly as she slid down his length.

   Though still quite a snug fit, Dan's cock had speared her hot cunt
enough over the years that she was comfortable taking every last inch
inside of her.  Even so, his engorged head pressed firmly against her
cervix when he bottomed out.  With her hands on the mattress at either side
of his chest, Linda began to fuck him in earnest, yelping with glee each
time his prick slammed into the entrance of her womb.  As the two grunted
and moaned, bodies moist with sweat, Linda's mind ran the scene from
earlier that night over and over again.  Little Brian with his mother's
head in his lap.  His young face showing the pleasure he felt.  She
imagined what Allison was tasting just then, if any boyish squirts filled
her mouth or if her son just climaxed dry and humped his little hips
against her face.  Linda then recalled her own experience with a second
grader, watching him present his juvenile pecker to her in an empty
classroom during recess, kneeling to have him suck on her exposed breasts,
the nipples almost painfully erect in his warm mouth.

   She relived the events of that summer, nude and exposed on the dirty
cabin floor in front of all those boys, her hair drenched with their piss
and cum, asshole gaping and filled with the mixed seed of their rape.  They
had continued to use her well into the morning, even going so far as to
experiment with one another, until one by one they had collapsed in
exhaustion.  Even she had been worn out by the constant fucking, fisting,
and sucking; She had passed out soon after the boys finished with her. 
Upon waking up a few hours later, her students all still sleeping around
the room (some with their pants still around their ankles), she had taken a
long shower in which she brought herself off multiple times.  After getting
dressed and finding the boys all awake in their room, she promised to keep
the whole night a secret.  Whether they believed she would stay silent out
of embarrassment or some other reason, she cared little.  Her manipulations
had worked and it left her feeling thrilled.

   Her mind returned to the present as she felt Dan lifting her off of him,
pressing her down to the mattress as he moved to stand behind her.  With a
surprised gasp she gripped the sheets in her hands, then cried out as his
incredible cock stabbed into her asshole.  The slimy mix of her saliva and
cuntal juices allowed the head to plow through the grip of her rectal
walls, spreading her bowels around the girth of his prick.  Linda groaned
into the mattress, raising her ass high into the air and grinding back
against his driving thrust.  It felt as if her insides were being
rearranged, pushed aside by the intruding member, her colon spasming.  As
his heavy scrotum came to rest against the dripping, splayed lips of her
cunt, she reached down between her thighs to rub furiously at her swollen
clit.  She squeezed and tugged at it even as Dan was drawing his cock back
through the abused sleeve of her anus, only to thrust in again, again,
again, and again.

   "Oohhhhh...!  Fu-...fu-...fuck meeee!!" she wailed.  Her body shook with
each thrust, accented by the lewd, wet smacking of his balls against her
cunt, and the sharp hiss of her fingers running back and forth over the
bulge of her clit.

   Dan's grunting soon reached a crescendo, and soon he was bending over
her, his cock hilt-deep in her belly, his hands squeezing and tugging at
her hanging tits as his load shot thick and hot into her bowels.  Linda
felt the searing ejaculate fill her, warming her from the inside, and
sobbed into the sheets as her own climax rippled through her entire body.
Her fingers plunged into the sopping mouth of her spasming cunt, her rectum
gripping the cock within like a swallowing throat.  Dan raised up from atop
her and drew his diminishing erection from her rectum, leaving a winking
red wound of her asshole as his cum dribbled from within.  He laid on his
back beside her, panting in time with her own struggling breath, and Linda
slid silently onto her knees before him.  Her manicured fingers took hold
of his cock reverently, like a dying serpent.  Fluidly, she gathered it
into her mouth, sucking the scum of jizz and more from the length.  Her
tongue slipped into the groove of his foreskin, licking all around the
head, hungry.  And when it was once again clean, glimmering with only her
saliva, she crawled into bed beside her husband and the two of them fell
asleep.



   * * * * * * *

   Down the hall, tucked under purple sheets, Jennifer diddled her tiny
clit and squirmed.  The loud noises of sex coming from her parents' room
gave her chills, and the thought of her daddy using that wonderful penis on
her mommy sent goosebumps all along her skin.

   She didn't feel jealous.  She loved her mommy very much.  Indeed, it was
through such nights that Jenny had first come to be inside her mommy's
tummy.  But she wanted more than anything to be able to have sex with her
daddy like that.  She wanted a baby inside her own belly, and only one
planted there by her daddy would do.






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