Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Janice was eight when I first went down on her.  I explained that there
were many things a person could do for another; that giving pleasure wasn't
limited to kissing and touching.  Her first reaction when I described what
I was going to do was, "Eeeewwww!  That sounds nasty.  That's where I pee
from."

   "We've been touching each other there for a long time," I told her.  "We
wash there every day.  It's clean and, before your mother left us, she and
I did it all the time."

   "She let you do it to her?"

   "No.  She wanted me to do it for her.  She liked to have me lick her
pussy.  She liked for me to kiss the insides of her legs first," I said as
I reached down to softly stroke Janice's inner thighs.

   "And did she kiss you there, too?"

   "Yes, she did.  She would kiss my legs and then my balls and then she
would kiss my penis and put it in her mouth."

   "Eeewww.  She did THAT???"

   "Yes.  It's the same penis that you've been touching and washing since
you were little.Lots of girls do it for their boyfriends 'cause they know
how much boys like to have a girl kiss him there -- and lick him."

   "I dunno."

   "But it's ok if you don't.  I will still want to make you feel good."

   "Maybe."

   "When you're ready.  It's not something you have to do.  You shouldn't
ever do anything with a boy that you don't want to do.  It's always *your*
decision, not his."

   "Ok."

   I kissed my way down her little body very slowly, kissing and licking
every erotic spot I knew of -- her eyebrows, her neck, inside her elbows,
her nipples, her mons, the backs of her knees.  Then I worked my way back
up on the insides of her thighs.  She relaxed and enjoyed the sensations.
When I got high inside her thighs, where it's more fleshy and very
sensitive, she grabbed my head and clamped her legs together.

   "That tickles, Daddy!"

   "I know, sweetie.  That's a very sensitive area.  You know how you like
me to rub you there.  Well, my mouth is softer and warmer and moist so it
feels better when my mouth touches you.  I'm going to kiss your pussy now
and then I'll lick it.  See if it doesn't feel better than when I use my
hand." She didn't answer but she relaxed her legs and her hands were gently
but warily holding the sides of my head, ready to push me away if
necessary.

   I kissed the folds of her little pussy.  I inhaled her little-girl
smell. Then I put the tip of my tongue between the lips and drew it
upwards, plowing as deeply as I could.  Her body stiffened and she grasped
my hair but she lifted her hips toward my mouth rather than pushing me
away. I reached the top with my tongue, then withdrew it.  Janice uttered a
soft, "Unngghh," and let her hips fall back and her body relax.

   "Yeah.  That DID feel nice," she said quietly.  "I guess it's ok.  I
mean I liked it.  You can do it some more, if you want." So I did.  I
licked her until my tongue was exhausted.  I think she came once or twice
but I'm not sure.  She humped her hips up every time I hit her clit with my
tongue.  It was so small I never could find anything to suck on but I knew
the nerve-endings were there somewhere and they were doing their job.  It
wasn't long before Janice wanted me to lick her every time we touched and I
was happy to do so.

   When Janice had her ninth birthday I bought her some sexy lingerie.  She
was getting to be tall enough that some small-sized women's underwear would
fit her.  I spent a couple of hours at Victoria's Secret trying to find
just the right combination of sexy but not trashy garments for her.  I told
the salesgirl that I had a very petite wife.  I think she noticed that I
wore no wedding ring and probably guessed the sexy duds were for a
girlfriend.  She would have been right about the girlfriend but she
couldn't possibly have guessed her age.

   We invited several of Janice's friends to a party as part of her
celebration.  It struck me as odd that there were only girls on the list.
"You're the only boy I like, Daddy," she told me as she kissed my cheek. 
It was my first time to be around a dozen nine-year-olds.  They giggled and
screamed and ran around all day and were in and out of the little
inflatable pool I had rented for the occasion.  A few had the first signs
of breasts and I found myself semi-hard all afternoon as they pranced
around in their little two-piece bathing suits.

   The appearance of breasts seems to be the dividing line between
one-piece and two-piece bathing suits.  Before age eight, the numbers are
about equal but, as the first little swollen nipples begin to show, the
little-girl one-piece suits become sexy, skimpy, tight, revealing two-piece
suits.  Not that I mind.  The little-girl suits have lace and ruffles and
all sorts of obfuscatory trim; the big-girl suits are plain fabric,
sometimes stretch fabric, pulled tightly over growing buds.  The tiny
bikini triangles sent pangs through my crotch.

   We had ice cream and cake and games and, of course, presents.  I wrapped
a nice -- and tasteful -- blouse and shorts combination for her to open. 
The more interesting gifts were reserved for later.  The last girl left at
about 5:30.  Fortunately, I had promised Janice we would go out for pizza
on her birthday because I found myself worn out from entertaining a dozen
screaming, giggling girls all afternoon.

   We bathed together later that evening.  Our baths had become less
interesting and more practical since our touching had migrated to the
bedroom.  We had all the touching we wanted as we lay naked on the bed.  I
brought out Janice's "special" presents as she stretched out, waiting for
me.  Any and all modesty she might have had was long gone around me.  She
lay on the bed cover, legs spread wide apart, her little-girl pussy pointed
directly at where I stood with the several Victoria's Secret boxes.

   "I have some extra-special presents for an extra-special girl," I said.

   "Oh, Daddy.  Sexy stuff?"

   "That's right.  Sexy stuff for my sexy girl."

   Janice sat up and sat cross-legged on the bed with the presents in front
of her.  How I loved it when she showed herself to me like that -- her
sweet pussy gaping open, her growing legs and creamy skin unselfconsciously
on display.  She tore at the ribbons and, one-by-one opened and held up the
little cream-colored teddy, the filmy gown and the tiny days-of-the-week
panties.  "Oh, Daddy.  These are soooo kewl." She walked on her knees to
the side of the bed and stretched out her arms for me.  "You're the bestest
Daddy ever," she said just before she kissed me with a hot, wanton kiss
that I felt to my toes.  "I'm gonna give you a present tonight, too."

   "What's that, punkin?"

   "I'm gonna kiss your thingy tonight and do all the things you want me to
do to you."

   "'For' you," I corrected.

   "Oh, yeah.  For you.  Now come lie down while I put on the nice gown for
you."

   I lay on my back on the bed, my arms folded under my head and watched
her slip the gown over her shoulders.  She left the front open.  I will
carry the memory of this moment forever -- seeing my sweet daughter and
lover's body framed in the soft diaphanous folds of her sexy new pink
oh-so-revealing robe.  It reminded me that Janice was very close to
becoming a woman and that we would need to have the mandatory
mother-daughter talk very, very soon.  By necessity, this would be a
father-daughter talk but we were so close, so open, so comfortable with one
another that the gender switch would not be a problem.  I realized there
might be some female insights I couldn't pass along but there wasn't much
choice.

   Janice lifted the hem of the robe and crawled up onto the bed between my
legs.  "Tell me what to do, Daddy."

   "Ok.  Just touch it like you always have but kiss the head all around.
Look on the bottom-side.  See how the head has a sort of "V" down there --
sorta like a ushroom?"

   She turned it up and peered underneath.  "Yeah."

   "Ok.  That's the most sensitive part.  It's called the glans."

   "Ok."

   "Lick it there with your tongue."

   "Ok."

   Wow!  It was like having both poles of a battery touch me there. 
Electric.  The shock went through my body and I convulsed involuntarily.

   "You ok, Daddy?"

   "Yes, sweetie.  You did it just right.  It's been such a long time since
anyone did that for me that I had forgotten how good it feels.  Now put the
head into your mouth and let your tongue rub along the underside.  Yeah. 
Like that.  Now move your hands like yo always do when you touch me and let
your head move up and down, too.  Just be careful of your teeth.  Teeth
hurt."

   "Ok, Daddy" She was an instant expert at giving head, stroking the shaft
and gently mouthing the head.  "It tastes ok, Daddy," she said after a
while.

   "I told you, sweetie."

   She continued, following my directions, increasing the pace, more
tongue, more suction, until I was ready to cum.  As much as I wanted to cum
in her mouth and feel her lips and tongue while I was most sensitive, I
didn't want to ruin her positive experience with an unpleasant surprise. 
It had been months since I first suggested she give me head and I wanted it
to continue.  "Let me take over, honey," I told her as I reached down and
grasped my shaft.  She stayed there on her knees between my legs while I
stroked myself furiously.

   "I can do that, Daddy."

   "No, baby.  Watch what happens." Just then I felt my balls tighten and a
stream of cum shot upward to my chest.

   "Oh.  Wow!" she said.  "Is that your 'cum?'"

   "How do you know about cum?"

   "Some of the girls talk about it."

   "What do they say?"

   "They say it's what makes babies."

   "That's right.  But we don't want babies, do we?"

   "Hehe.  No.  mBut I'm too young to have a baby anyway."

   "Well, getting in your mouth won't make a baby."

   "Ok." After a thoughtful pause she asked, "What does it taste like?  I
mean, what if I got some in my mouth when I was doing what we just did?"

   "It's called a 'blow job' or 'oral sex.' It has a strange taste but it's
not bad.  Put some on your finger and taste it."

   "It looks icky."

   "well, it is icky but it doesn't taste icky.  It's just kinda thick and
gooey."

   "So, if that goes inside me I might have a baby?"

   "Later, yes.  But not now." The time had come.  Today was gonna be her
birthday, her first blow job and her introduction to the subject of sex. 
Heretofor, we had just been touching each other erotically.  This was the
line -- the blow job -- and we had just crossed it.  Time to make sure she
knew what we were doing and be certain she was ok with it.

   "Sweetie, we need to talk about stuff."

   "What kind of stuff?"

   "Sex stuff.  Let me get cleaned up.  Wait here for me."

   "Ok, Daddy."

   I went to the bathroom and used toilet paper to wipe most of the goo
from my chest and stomach.  Then I wet a washcloth and removed the
remaining smears.  Janice was sitting in her robe, her back against the
headboard, waiting.  We talked for perhaps two hours about how she would
soon notice some changes going on in her body.  I told her about
menstruation and promised I would buy some pads the next day for her to
carry from now on.  I warned her that her first cycle could happen anytime,
anywhere and that she needed to be prepared -- even if it was a year or
more away.  I described how her body would grow, how she would begin to
find hair growing where it never had before, how her new body would begin
to produce hormones that would make her feel differently, sometimes good,
sometimes bad.

   I reassured her that I would be there whenever she needed me.  I asked
her to be open and thruthful with me about her feelings.  I told her that
we had each other and that was all we needed to be happy.  We were a team.

   I told her that boys would begin to notice her as soon as she started to
sprout breasts and I warned her about how boys brag to their friends.

   "Boys are such idiots," she said.  "Besides, I have a boyfriend
already."

   "Really, who?"

   "YOU, silly," she answered as she swung around and gave me a hot, wet
kiss.  She put her hand on my "package" as she kissed me.  It was all quite
reassuring.

   Janice's first period came about seven months later -- at school. 
Fortunately, she had a woman teacher who understood her situation
immediately and, thus, avoided any embarassment.  She was so very proud
when she came home that afternoon.  "Daddy, daddy," she called as she came
through the front door.  "It happened, it happened!"

   "What happened, sweetie?"

   She came into my office and threw her arms around my neck.  "I had my
first period today."

   "That's terrific, hon."

   "Am I a woman now?"

   "Wellllll, let's just say you're well on your way."

   That wasn't the answer she wanted.  She screwed up her face in
disappointment.  "I don't have any boobs yet, either."

   "They'll come.  Be patient.  This is a long and complicated process."

   "But I found a couple of little hairs down there the other day."

   "That's a positive sign."

   "Should I shave them?"

   "Why would you want to do that?"

   "Well, some of the older girls I see at the pool during summer have lots
of hair down there but some don't.  I asked why and my friend told me that
some of the girls shave their pussies."

   "Yes, some do."

   "Why do they do that?"

   "Well, first of all, some of the tiny little bikinis would show hair if
they didn't and also girls know that some guys don't like to find hair when
they go to lick their girlfriend's pussy."

   "What do you like?"

   "I prefer a bald pussy.  Your mother shaved hers for me."

   "Then I will, too.  I like it when you lick me."

   "It's your choice.  Just remember that, once you start, you will have to
continue because stubble is scratchy.  it's all or nothing."

   "oh.  Yeah, I see."

   "Why don't you just stay natural for a while.  You can always decide
later.  Besides, I'm looking forward to see my little girl grow some hair
down there."

   "I'm not little any more, Daddy."

   "That's right.  But you're not big yet, either.  It'll come in due
course.  meanwhile, I love you just as you are."

   "I love you, too, Daddy."

   "You realize that I won't be licking you while you're bleeding, don't
you?"

   "Yeah.  I figured."

   "But I can still suck your titties and kiss you all over."

   "I don't have titties yet."

   "I mean I can suck your nipples.  They taste good to me."

   "And I can still suck you, can't I?"

   "Of course.  You know how I love it when you do.

   So, from that point on (Janice was between nine and ten) we had three
weeks out of four for unfettered mutual oral sex.  Janice always seemed
hotter than ever during her week of menses so I got some perticularly
terrific blowjobs then.

   Her nipples began to swell a few months later and we went shopping for a
training bra.  I had no idea how to go about that purchase but,
fortunately, we found an understanding saleswoman who took Janice under her
wing for some good woman-to-woman advice regarding bras.

   Janice loved it when I sucked on her growing boobs.  She was
extraordinarily proud of them and I complimented her at every opportunity.
I'm a small-titty guy anyway.  The big racks look good with elastic and
wire support but the A-cups and B-cups look much better in the raw.  Susan
had (or has, wherever she is) small breasts and I hoped Janice would
inherit those B-cups -- big enough to be proud of in a bikini, small enough
to look good without the bikini.

   We spent more and more time naked around the house, particularly during
the summer when the whole house was warm, sometimes too warm for clothes. I
was learning that Janice has sex, well, pleasure, on her mind as much as I
did.  She loved to sit with me in the evening, nude or dressed only in
panties and T-shirt, while we watched TV.  Her hands were always moving --
softly rubbing my leg or her arm around my shoulders and her hand tickling
my ear or any of a dozen little things she liked to do.  All of these drove
me crazy, you understand.  She would find seemingly innocent places to
touch me but she would do it in a sexual, exciting way.  She would tickle
my armpit, for instance, while breathing lustily into my ear.  When she
could produce an erection, her hand would move there and, with almost no
discernable movement, she would alternately gently squeeze and release her
grip on my cock.  She would reach into my shorts, if I was wearing any, and
slowly rub the tip of her index finger in circles around the head.  There
were very few nights she didn't have ne aching for sex.

   Our sex was still limited to oral pleasure.  I could see her hymen when
I opened her pussy while licking it.  Her little clit was becoming more
prominent and she was developing adult womanly labia but she was still very
tiny there.  She hinted a few times when she was ten or eleven that she
wanted to feel me inside her, but I declined.  She wasn't happy.  We had
talked about the possible pain when she lost her cherry.  She told me she
wasn't worried because she loved me and she knew I would be gentle and
that, besides, she wanted to make me happy.  That might have been partially
true but I knew she, like most women, wanted to feel that stiff, smooth rod
stretch her vagina and stimulate it from the inside.  God knows I wanted to
be that rod.

   I insisted that she was still too small.  "But when?" she pleaded.

   "When you're big enough that I won't hurt you."

   "So, when's that?"

   Now it was becoming quantified.  How to answer?  "When you're a teen," I
finally responded.

   "Oh, man, that's like FOREVER."

   "No it's not.  It's a year and a half."

   "Geez, Daddy.  I've got some hair down there and my boobs are growing
and so is my pussy.  I really want to try it and I don't want to do it with
anyone but you."

   Oh, oh.  Now the threat that she might just do it with some boy from
school.  "Sweetie.  I want to be your first, too.  I want to show you the
ultimate sexual pleasure, when a man enters a woman and makes love with
her. I want to feel your soft pussy surrounding me and massaging me as we
love each other.  But sex is for pleasure and if we start too soon it will
be pain instead.  I don't ever want you to experience pain with me."

   "Oh, Daddy," she scolded, going into one of her temporary funks, which
lasted the usual five minutes.  We got along very well, I thought, for a
father of 35 and a daughterof 11 and a half.  I wondered if we would be so
close when she was 15, an age when kids thought their parents were still in
the Dark Ages and knew nothing about anything.  I was certain I'd be
hearing many "Oh, Daddys" in the future.

   I did buy her a vibrator, however.  I found a slim plastic
battery-operated device in an internet store and ordered it, prefering not
to have some 50-something guy in a sex store ring it up for me.  I
explained to Janice that she could use the vibrator on herself whenever she
felt the need and that she should try to push it in little-by-little to see
if she could open herself over time.  I promised to get her a larger one if
she succeeded.

   Janice never seemed to have a boyfriend, even now, in the fifth grade.
She still insisted that I was her boyfriend.  But she (we) hosted numerous
all-girl sleepovers.  We, because the girls always included me in what they
were doing, unless it was braiding each others hair.  We made popcorn, we
toasted marshmallows over the flames in the gas fireplace.  Everyone
brought sleeping bags and one warm summer night we all slept outdoors on
the lawn.  I had a little hibachi which served as a fire.  We all sat
around the hibachi cooking weenies for dinner and, later, telling ghost
stories before turning in.  We woke up wet from the morning dew and decided
not to try that idea again.

   The girls, maybe five or six of them, were not shy about wearing their
little nighties in front of me.  I figured they'd be too modest or
embarassed.  Janice told me one day that she had told them she and I
sometimes went around in the buff at home and that they had all thought
that was "Way kewl," as she described it.  Still, none of them wanted to
try it -- at least not in a crowd.

   "You didn't tell them about the other things we do, did you?"

   "No way, Daddy!  That's our little secret.  Remember?"

   "Yes, I do.  But you had me worried there for a while."

   "I know people think it's wrong for us to be doing what we do, Daddy.  I
don't ever want to stop.  I love you so much I'd never do anything that
might get us in trouble."

   "Thank you, sweetie.  I love you more than anything and I try to be very
careful that whatever we do is going to give you pleasure and that you will
never have any regrets.  I want you to love your daddy as much twenty years
from now as you do today."

   "I do.  I mean I will.  I love making you happy, too."

   During one of these sleepovers, celebrating Janice's 11th birthday, I
heard strange noises late at night.  I put on some boxer shorts and slipped
into the hallway from my bedroom and listened carefully.  The noises were
coming from Janice's bedroom.  Light was coming through the slightly-open
doorway, so I tiptoed down the hall and listened again.  The sounds were a
mixture of giggling, moaning and murmuring.  I peeked in and saw two girls
on the bed and two on the floor, both in 69 position gleefully licking
pussy.  The fifth girl sat with legs apart and her hand rubbing her own
pussy and all of them were mumbling encouragement, moaning and giggling.  I
couldn't believe it!  A girl-girl orgy at 11!

   When the girls had left the next morning I asked Janice about what I had
seen.  She blushed a little but didn't try to evade or deny anything. 
"Yeah.  We like doing that.  It's not as much as when you do it but we all
decided that we didn't want to have any boy calling us 'sluts' at school.
We know how much they talk when a girl lets them touch them."

   "I understand," I told her.I don't think anything has changed since I
was in school.  But can you trust ALL those girls to keep quiet?"

   "Yeah, cuz if someone tells, everyone will call us "lezzies."

   "They know about lesbians in the sixth grade?" I was incredulous.

   "Daddy!" she barked back.  "We're almost grown up.  We know about
stuff."

   "I guess so!"

   The next sleepover, a few weeks later, I looked up from watching TV and
saw all the girls, six of them this time, in nothing but bras and panties.
Some were filling out their little bras -- A-cups, I'm sure -- pretty well
and some had nothing whatsoever.  I pulled Janice aside when I could and
asked her about this new "uniform."

   "Oh, Daddy.  They're just showing off for you."

   "Why?"

   "Well, I told them you saw us...umm...licking each other last time and
that you weren't mad.  I said you were cool about stuff like that.  They
just wanna feel sexy around a guy."

   "So, I'm the guy?"

   "Yeah.  Those dorky boys at school would just do something stupid but
you're cool and they wanna show off."

   "Some of them don't have anything to show off yet."

   "Yeah, but they didn't want to be left out.  They figure you'll look at
their legs."

   Nothing happened that night but I noticed two things over the next few
months.  First, there weren't any more sleepovers at other girls' homes; we
hosted every month or two -- and I noticed there was always an even number
of girls.  Second, the girls started "streaking" the hallway or, if I was
in the living room, from the hallway to the kitchen.  I would look up to
see a flash of bare butt as a girl would disappear into the kitchen.  I was
usually primed for the return trips and saw quite a few pairs of little
titties emerging on their owners' way back to the hallway.  There was
always lots of giggling as a girl would streak past.  It was a game I had
no interest in stifling.

   As Janice's 12th birthday approached I asked her while we were playing
in bed one night what she wanted for her birthday present.  "I want you,"
she answered immediately.

   "What do you mean?  You have me already."

   "No.  I want all of you.  I want to make love."

   "Oh, geez, baby.  I don't know about that."

   "Please, daddy.  I've been using the vibrator for months and it goes in
all the way now."

   "It does?  You never mentioned it."

   "Well, I figured you'd notice."

   "I guess I should have but I wasn't paying very close attention.  I
always concentrate on your sweet little clit."

   "Yeah.  Take a look." She spread her legs and I crawled down between
them.  She pulled her pussy lips apart and there it was -- a nice dark hole
where before there was pink flesh.  It was a beautiful sight to me.  Fine,
straight dark hairs surrounding a glistening wet pink slash with a dark
cavern near the bottom and a little pink nub at the top.  She was ready.

   "I didn't think you'd be ready yet," I told her.  "We'd better get you
an appointment with a gynecologist for an examination.  I'll ask for a
birth control pill prescription for you.  No more pediatrician for you,
young lady."

   "Does that mean I'll get my present?"

   "Unless there are medical reasons not to, yes."

   "Oh, Daddy.  I'm so happy!  I love you so much!  I can't wait for my
birthday to come.  Come up here so I can kiss you."

   We had a couple of months before her birthday and I noticed Janice took
a sudden interest in cooking; not just mac and cheese but real dishes:
chicken breast piccata, pork chops with spinach, marinated flank steak --
all my favorites.  She was beginning to "take care" of her daddy.

   Her doctor's appointment brought no surprises; she started taking her
newly-prescribed pills immediately afterward.

   I still wanted to get her something special.  With her new found
interest in food I decided that we would have dinner at the nicest
restaurant in town, a classic french restaurant that, miraculously, had an
opening the night of her birthday.  I imagined the two of us, father and
daughter, dressed to the nines, ordering the most exoensive items on the
menu with a bottle of wine.  I would ask the waiter for two glasses and, if
he demurred, would let her sip some of mine.  She would become a woman that
night and I wanted it to be memorable and exciting for her.

   I had seen a beautiful pale blue dress in a window of a store catering
to teen girls at the mall -- taffeta, puffy sleeves with a low neckline and
an above-the-knee hemline.  I could see her in it.  I told Janice she was
getting one of her birthday presents early and described the evening I had
in mind.

   "Oh, Daddy.  You're the greatest," she screamed as she jumped on me,
almost knocking me down.  She was getting too big for that now.  She
wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and planted
kisses on my face, forehead, neck and ears.  "I can't wait for that night,"
she whispered into my ear.

   We visited the store the next weekend; the dress was still there and
they had it in Janice's size.  The saleswoman discreetly mentioned that the
bra Janice was wearing would not be suitable for that neckline and
suggested a push-up demi-bra that would better emphasize Janice's
now-substantial breasts.  (Not big, but a small handfull nonetheless.)
Janice was absolutely ravishing in it.  The combination bra and dress made
small mounds of creamy smooth skin above the neckline.  It was all I could
do to avoid an erection right there in the store.  "Daddy, I love it!" she
all but screamed.

   The saleswoman suggested we look at some shoes to go with the dress. 
She brought out a pair of matching blue pumps with low heels and soon
Janice was prancing about the store in total euphoria.  The whole deal set
me back more than $600 but was worth every penny to me.

   I visited Victoria's secret a few days before the BIG DAY and found a
blue thong that would go well with the outfit.  If the dress and bra didn't
make her feel sexy enough, the thong would surely do so.  Perhaps I was
overpriming my sweet daughter for that night.

   Perhaps I was just priming myself.  I don't know.  But We were both
pumping adrenaline by the quart as we got ready that evening.  I had on my
best suit and had found a pale blue shirt and contrasting tie to wear.  I
thought I looked pretty debonair.  Janice had visited the hairdresser that
afternoon and had a really cute cut and styling of her short blonde hair.
The dress was absolutely stunning on her.  The bodice fit like a glove,
with the two oft mounds of her delightful breasts showing above and the
pleats of the skirt flaring from her slim hips and showing lots of shapely
leg.

   I got my camera out to take some photos of my dream date.  She twirled
and flounced giddily in pose after pose while I snapped away.  We were both
ecstatic.  "Will you take some of me later in my pretty underwear?" she
asked.

   "I'd love to, my sweet.  I want to remember this night as long as I
live."

   "Me, too, Daddy.  This is my most special night ever." She kissed me on
the cheek.  "Let's go eat, Daddy.  I'm starved."

   Janice was a little wobbly on her new shoes, even though they were only
two-inch heels.  Not bad for a first timer, though.  I knew the restaurant
had valet parking so I cautioned her to turn in the seat and swing both
legs out when wearing a dress.  "Daaddeeee.  I can do it," she wailed at me
as we arrove.  And she did.  Gloriously.  The kid holding the door for her
was probably 19 or 20 and in college.  His jaw dropped when she alighted,
flashing plenty of thigh in her short dress when she alit.  He shut the
door quietly, almost catching his fingers as he watched her step to the
curb and wait for me.  She was real eye candy tonight.  Well, she was every
night to me.  She was cute in jeans or shorts but she was devastating
tonight.

   She took my arm as I reached the curb, partly because she loved me and
partly, I think to ensure that she didn't stumble in front of several
admiring valet kids who were five to 10 years older than she and obviously
entranced with her.  She knew.  Women know.

   The captain seated us side by side in the banquette I had requested. 
The lights were low, candles flickered on the tables and soft gypsy violin
music filled the room.  "Daddy, this is soooo romantic.  Thank you for
bringing me here.  I'm gonna be the best date you ever had tonight," she
whispered in my ear.  Her hand squeezed my leg and I turned to see this
conspirational little smirk on her face.

   "Happy twelfth birthday, honey bun."

   It could have gotten steamy right there but the waiter arrived with
menus and his spiel about nightly specials.

   "You choose for me, Daddy.  You know all about this fancy food."

   "Ok.  I'll describe the dishes I think you'll like.  You tell me 'yes'
or 'no.'" I chose a curried carrot soup to start, then a vol-au-vent of
seafood in cream sauce, followed by chicken breast piccata and a small
salad.  She loved them all and we had a glorious dinner.  I ordered a glass
of very good Pinot Noir for my self with the first course, poured the
contents of my water glass into a potted plant and mixed about an ounce of
the wine with an equal part of Janice's water for her.  The waiter
conveniently paid no attention.  Janice ate demurely, using the proper
table manners I had taught her but she ate everything and I think she would
have licked the plates clean if she could.

   As we finished desert, Janice leaned close and whispered, "Let's go home
now, Daddy.  I so want to be alone with you right now."

   "All right, punkin.  I want you, too." As we drove home, Janice leaned
her head on my shoulder and kept her hand in my crotch.  "I know you
realize just how beautiful you are tonight, sweetie.  I can see you
absorbing all the looks and stares of an admiring public.  I just want you
to know how proud I am of you, too, and what a fine daughter you are."

   "I'm gonna be your lover tonight, Daddy."

   "You already are my lover.  We're just taking the ultimate step."

   "Yeah, I know."

   "Are you ready, honey?"

   "Daddy, I've been ready for years.  I want you so bad."

   "I've been wanting you, too, sweetie, but I've been concerened about
going too fast, of doing something that might hurt you pysically or
mentally."

   "I know, Daddy.  You've been so sweet about everything.  But I can feel
it ...  umm..  down here.  I have this kinda antsy feeling between my legs.
I want to feel you inside me.  The vibrator and my fingers don't help me.
They feel good and I like them but something's missing and I think it's
this," she said as she gave my cock a little squeeze.

   "Get your camera, Daddy," she said as we entered the house, "before my
hair gets messed up.  In here -- in the living room." I picked up the
camera, checked the settings and posed Janice in front of the fireplace. 
She stuck out her chest and gave me a nice profile.  Then she bent down to
take off her shoes, giving me and the camera a nice view down the top of
her dress.  She truned away and, looking back at me over her shoulder,
slowly pulled the zipper down.  What a beautiful strip tease!

   The dress went up over her head and she stood before me in bra, panties
and thigh-high nylons.  She was at this moment the most beautiful woman --
I almost said "girl" -- in the world.  I snapped picture after picture
while she turned this way and that for the camera.  She turned away again
and slowly unsnapped her bra, holding it in place while she turned back to
face me.  Slowly, she let it down and dropped it to the floor.  I had seen
her breasts many times but usually in a darkened bedroom and hadn't really
admired them critically.  They made my mouth water; soft cones topped by
puffy nipples standing straight out from her body, not large enough yet to
take on their ultimate shape but substantial and inviting.

   She slowly stepped out of her panties, then turned to face me full
frontal.  "No hair!  I gasped."

   "Yeah.  I shaved it for you, Daddy."

   "It's beautiful, darling.  You look so damned beautiful tonight I can't
stand it."

   "Take the picture, Daddy!  she demanded, standing now just in her
thigh-highs.  Then she walked toward me, took my hand and said, "Let's go
to bed, Daddy."

   -----------------------

   Needless to say, this story belongs to me.  You can share it with
friends but son't rip it off for any kind of personal gain without my
written authorization.  aughter, nor will I ever -- not that I wouldn't
like to.

   ------------------------