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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 1: The Picnic Table

   Mike Lo stepped out of his bedroom closet, screwdriver in hand, forehead
bristling with sweat.  The shelves were back up in the wall, like they
belonged.  It seemed like once every year they all came tumbling down,
spilling the clothes and dozens of long forgotten boxes out onto the closet
floor.  Naturally this would have to happen on the hottest day of the year,
which meant long hours of manual labor in the barely air conditioned
closet. This was not the way he envisioned spending his Saturday afternoon.

   He tossed the screwdriver into the plain brown shoe box that served as a
makeshift tool box and sat down on the edge of the bed.  With the back of
his hand he wiped the sweat from his forehead and then glanced at the clock
on the bed side table.  The clock proclaimed 2:17 in neon red letters
designed to burn the numbers into the back of the skull of the bleariest
eyed sleeper.

   With a fair bit of reluctance, he pulled himself up from the bed. 
Sarah, his wife, should be back from her shopping soon.  Better to make
sure everything else was in order before he granted himself a few minutes
to relax.  With heavy feet he carried himself into the bathroom and
splashed some cold water on his face.

   He had promised Sarah that he'd get the closet fixed before she got back
home.  If the rest of the house looked like it was in order, then she'd
probably be grateful enough to let him have some peace and quiet tonight
and tomorrow.  Hell, throw in a couple of puppy dog eyes and groans about
how long the closet took and he might just be able to milk this until next
weekend.

   Sarah wasn't a demanding woman, but when she decided that something had
to be done, she threw herself whole heartedly at it.  If that didn't work,
she threw him at it instead; they made a pretty good team, so between them
they were usually able to handle just about anything.

   Still, that didn't get his Saturday afternoon back for him.  He rolled
his eyes as he let out an exhausted sigh, glancing at the closet once more.
It wasn't a bad piece of work he thought, but presentation was everything.
Taking a couple of minutes to look around the house and make sure
everything was in order would probably be the difference between getting a
nap tomorrow afternoon or being asked to mow the front lawn.

   Mike wiped the cold water from his face and took a deep breath. 
"Angela?" He called out as he walked over to the bedroom door.

   He waited a moment, but he heard no answer from his eight year old
daughter.  "Angela?" He repeated, slightly louder.  Still nothing came in
reply.  She must not be in the house, he thought, and then he remembered
that she said something to him while he was in the closet.  What did she
say she was doing?

   The backyard he remembered.  That's right; she was going out in the
backyard.  He felt a slight wave of relief flow through his body now.  If
there was any way to put his wife directly into a bad mood when she got
home it would be greeting her with the news that he had no idea where their
daughter had gotten off to.

   He walked to the large window that looked out over the backyard and
moved the shades to the side to take a look.  The sun was blisteringly
bright, causing him to squint painfully as his eyes adjusted to the
daylight.

   Sure enough, Angela was lying down on the picnic table, staring at the
clouds above.  He felt the final wave of relief slip out of his body as he
exhaled the breath he had been unconsciously holding in.  It was all well
and good to joke about what his wife would say if he `lost' their daughter,
but he was honestly anxious about her well-being.

   The bedroom window was located two floors above the backyard, making it
slightly hard to make out all the details below.  But Angela lying on the
picnic table wasn't all that an odd occurrence.  The third grader seems to
spend all of her daydreaming time while lying on the table.

   He was just about to turn away from the window when something new caught
his eye.  James, the neighbor boy, stood up from behind the other side of
the picnic table.  A year or two older than Angela, they still seemed to
get a long, most of the time.  The older boy loomed over the table, but
Angela didn't move.  Almost like she was asleep.

   In the back of his mind, something about this scene just didn't seem
right to Mike.  The only thing that kept him from opening the window right
then and there was the idea that he was over-reacting.  After all, this was
probably nothing but a prank.  James was probably just sneaking up on her
to scare her.

   Mike continued to watch as James' hand landed lightly on Angela's
t-shirt covered stomach.  Unexpectedly to Mike, Angela didn't stir in the
slightest at the touch.  Okay, so it's not a prank.  It's probably just a
game of some sort.  Mike watched like a hawk as James' hand moved left and
right on Angela's belly.  James also seemed to be saying something to her,
but between the distance and the closed window, Mike couldn't hear any of
it.

   Mike's eyes went wide when James hand moved down slightly and his
fingers dipped underneath the hem of her shirt.  Mike's own hands reached
for the window to open it, but the window didn't budge.  Mike's hands
didn't have much time to fuss with the window though; they stopped moving
when his jaw dropped open.

   James' hand had finished underneath Angela's shirt, but he wasn't quite
done with her.  His fingers had taken hold of the hem of her shirt and
started to move it up her body.  Uncovering her pale belly as Angela sat up
slightly.  A second more and James had moved the eight year old's shirt up
to her shoulders, uncovering her chest completely to the afternoon sun.

   On the outside, Mike's body was as still as death while he stared down
at the scene in the backyard.  The only perceptible movement coming from
him was the way his hands twitched uncontrollably and the quick blinking of
his eyes.  On the inside, however, Mike's body was a torrent of mixed
emotions and conflicting thoughts.  He had stopped breathing and he could
feel his lungs burning for air.  His heart was pounding in his throat.  His
mind was racing, trying to decide what he should do.  What was the best way
to deal with this?

   Even more confusing to him was the way his body was reacting.  He could
feel the erection growing in his pants, painfully straining against his
jeans.  Half of his mind cursed it's disapproval at him, while the other
half of his mind couldn't believe how beautiful his daughter was.

   "Why are you having this reaction?  It was wrong.  For God's sake, this
is your own daughter you're looking at!" His enraged mind screamed.  "Oh my
god.  She's beautiful.  When did this happen?  Why didn't I notice?' His
aroused mind replied, unphased by it's other half.

   James' hands moved now, feeling around the center of Angela's chest. 
Still Angela didn't move.  James' hands then moved to touch both of her
tiny, golf ball sized breasts.  Mike thought he saw Angela's body shiver
slightly as James' fingertips grazed over her tiny, pink nipples.  Then,
suddenly, Angela coughed.  The movement jarred Mike out of his shock,
causing him to gasp for air to stop the burning in his chest.  He wasn't
sure what to do, but he decided that he had to do something.

   Angela hadn't felt anything like this before, each time James' fingers
moved it felt like butterflies were flying around in her tummy.  She knew
it was silly, but she held her mouth closed tight, imagining that if she
opened her mouth, they'd all fly away.  The spot between her legs felt warm
and her head was a bit dizzy.  She felt like she wanted to go to sleep.  Or
pee.  She couldn't tell which.

   Playing doctor was entirely her idea, but she wanted to be the doctor
first.  But James wouldn't play unless he got to be doctor first.  Now she
was beginning to think that maybe being the patient was a lot more fun. 
She smirked to herself, if James knew he'd probably be all jealous.  Still,
mommy told her that boys had different things than she had, and she wanted
to see James thing.  Playing doctor seemed like the easiest way to get a
good look at his thing.

   "Okay, now cough." She heard James say, distracting her from the
sensations coursing through her body.  She opened her mouth, imagining a
flurry of multi-colored butterflies flowing from her lips as she let a
small cough out.

   "Good." She heard James reply, sounding satisfied.  "Now I'm going to
feel down here." James said his hands moving off of her chest.  One of his
hands returning to her belly and then slipping lower, his fingertips
sliding underneath the waistband of her shorts.

   Angela opened her eyes slightly and nodding, "Yes doctor." She closed
her eyes again and held her breath.  With every little bit that James' hand
moved down, she felt the butterflies go more and more crazy.  At first it
felt like they were having a party in her tummy and that it couldn't get
any better.  But with every inch, it just got better.

   James' fingers were moving over her panties now.  She could feel them
moving between her legs.  The butterflies seemed to calm down now, but she
felt warm inside, very warm.  She wanted to giggle, but she couldn't.  She
didn't feel any air in her lungs to giggle with.

   "Angela?" She heard her dad call, opening her eyes with a start and
sitting up quickly.  All the feelings went away, replaced by a feeling of
uncontrollable terror.  "Ohmigod, dadisgoingtokillme!" was the only thought
running through her head.  She didn't even notice James pull his hand from
her shorts.  Nor did she notice when he scrambled away as quick as he
could, running out of the backyard like it was engulfed in flames.

   "Angela?" Her father called again.  Her eyes darted to the back of the
house, but she didn't see him.  If he didn't see, then maybe she wasn't
dead.

   Just then the backdoor opened up, dad stepping into view.  "Angela? 
Come on inside.  I have some chores I need you to do."

   Angela's heart started beating again, slowly.  "Dad wasn't mad.  He
didn't see.  I'm not dead." She whispered to herself, hearing herself say
it was like a reassurance that it was true.

   "Oh.  Um.  Okay dad." Angela started to reply, moving to get off the
picnic table.  "I'm coming right now."

   Mike watched from the doorway as Angela scrambled off of the table.  He
felt both relieved and incredibly aroused.  He had made it downstairs just
in time to see James with his hand buried down his daughter's shorts.  He
knew he had to do something, but he still wasn't sure.  He didn't want to
yell at her.  And he didn't want to embarrass her.  He certainly didn't
want to traumatize her.

   So he decided to announce himself first.  Then open the back door to end
the picnic table exploration.  Still he almost had second thoughts when he
looked outside and saw his young daughter again.  That boy with his hand
down her shorts, Mike imagined what the boy felt.  Then he imagined how his
little daughter must be feeling.  Now his shaft felt harder than he could
ever remember it feeling, hard enough to drive nails he thought.

   He held the door open as Angela moved across the backyard towards the
house.  She still moved a bit sheepishly.  Embarrassment or arousal?  He
couldn't tell, but he did know that it only made him feel more excited.

   "What do you want me to do?" Angela asked, glancing at her father's face
for just a split second as she came through the doorway.

   Mike smiled, trying not to look angry.  More importantly, trying to hide
the feelings he felt building up and bouncing around inside his body.  "I
got the shelves all back up.  But I need help putting the clothes back up
before your mom gets home."

   "Okay." Angela replied, nodding, not offering the slightest excuse or
attempt to get out of it.  She immediately headed towards the stairs.

   Mike closed the back door and locked it before he followed his daughter
up the stairs.  He felt his eyes uncontrollably drawn to her small bottom
as she walked.  He couldn't help but wonder what it looked like.  What it
felt like.  How it would feel in his hands.  He shook his head slightly,
pulling his eyes away and tossing the thoughts to the side.

   "Get a grip.  Calm down." He said to himself.

   "What?" Angela asked, stopping at the top of the stairs and looking down
at him.

   "Oh." Mike replied, momentarily distracted.  "Nothing.  I was just
talking to myself."

   Angela just shrugged and then walked into her mom and dad's bedroom. 
Mike following closely behind.  "Um.  Dad?  You already put all the clothes
back away." Angela said, looking at him with a confused look.

   Dad glanced at the closet; it looked as immaculate as it did before the
shelves all came down.  He paused and scratched his head, trying to think
of something to say.  "I must have forgotten that I did that." He finally
managed to stammer out, glancing at Angela with a smile.

   Angela was still confused though.  Forgetting wasn't something dad
admitted to often.

   "Angela?" Dad suddenly said, looking at her with a slightly different
look in his eyes.  "I saw what you were doing in the backyard."

   Angela's eyes went wide.  Fear gripped her entire body.  Her face
flushed with embarrassment.  She wanted to run, but there was no where to
go.

   "It's okay, honey." Dad said, quickly now.  Obviously spotting the
reaction she was having.  "I'm not mad."

   Angela continued to stare at her father.  It took a few long seconds for
the words to sink in.  He really wasn't mad, she could tell.

   "Sit down." He said, moving his hand towards the side of the bed.  He
didn't point, he just sort of gestured to her.  His voice didn't sound much
like an order, more like a request.  She nodded again, swallowing hard. 
The fear was gone, but the embarrassment was still there.  Along with a
good portion of nervousness.  She moved the couple of feet to the side of
the bed and sat down, her feet barely touching the ground.

   "Honey, I'm not mad." Dad repeated again, moving to stand a few feet in
front of her.  "But we should talk about what you were doing out there."
His voice was slow and gentle, she couldn't tell, but he was just as
nervous about this conversation as she was.

   Angela nodded slowly, "Are... are you going to tell mom?" She asked. 
Just because dad wasn't mad, that didn't mean mom would be the same.

   "Well, let's see what happens okay?" Dad replied, offering her a smile.
Not wanting to promise his daughter something that he might not be able to
follow through with.

   Angela nodding again, not saying anything.  She felt somewhat reassured,
but not completely.

   Dad took a moment's pause, to gather his thoughts.  "What were you doing
out there?"

   "Playing doctor." Angela replied, looking down at the white and grey
carpet.  It wasn't very interesting to look at, but she couldn't really
look at him.

   "I see." Dad said, nodding slowly.  "Did James want you to do that?"

   She glanced up at him and shook her head no quickly, instinctively
fearing that he'd get mad and go after her friend.  "It was my idea.  He
didn't want to play at first."

   "Oh." Dad tried to keep his thoughts in order.  Moving from one question
to the next, without planning what to say.  "Why did you want to play
doctor?"

   "Because..." Angela murmured, her big toe stretching to touch the
carpet. "...mom told me boys' things looked different." Her voice began to
pick up speed, as the thoughts tumbled out of her mind and directly onto
her tongue.  "And I wanted to see what it looked like.  But he wanted to go
first.  And now he's seen mine.  And I didn't get to see his.  And-"

   "Honey, calm down." Dad said, stepping closer to put his hand on her
shoulder and squeeze gently.  He saw the tears starting to well up in her
eyes.  "It's okay.  Just take a deep breath for me, okay?"

   Angela glanced up at her father again, seeing his understanding smile,
she nodded.  She took a long, deep breath.  Closing her eyes for a moment.
And then opened them as she let the air out.  Her father was still looking
at her and still smiling.

   "There.  Feel better?" He asked his smile in place even while he talked.

   For the first time the whole conversation, she smiled at him.  It wasn't
a full smile, sort of a half smile, tinged with hints of nervousness.  He
couldn't help but see just how much more beautiful that made her.  Eight
years old, barely four and a half feet tall.  Probably no more than sixty
pounds, soaking wet.  Her dark brown almond eyes looked up at him, the
corners still wet from what would have been her tears.  Her hair was long
and straight, and as dark as the night.  Just like her mother's was when he
first saw her.

   "So you're upset because he got to see your..." He paused for a second,
trying to find the right word.  "...thing, but you didn't get to see his?"

   Angela nodded again, not wanting to open her mouth.  She worried that if
she did, she'd just start bawling like a baby.

   "Honey.  I'll make a deal with you." He said, trying to keep his concern
for his daughter in balance with the feelings he felt burning inside
himself.  "From now on, no playing doctor with any boys.  And if you have
any questions about things like this, you come ask me, okay?"

   Angela nodding again, "Yes, dad." She mewled in reply.  Her lips barely
opening to let the words out.

   "Good." He replied, smiling a bit more and giving her shoulder a
reassuring squeeze.  "And right now I'll let you see my thing."

   She looked at him in surprise, not having expected those words.  In
fact, Mike could hardly believe he had said them to her.  He half expected
her to run screaming from the room.  Or the police to come immediately
banging on his front door.  But none of that happened.  Nothing happened.
She just stared at him and he just stared back at her.

   "Really?" She finally asked her voice soft and nervous.

   He took a deep breath of his own and while nodding he repeated,
"Really."

   "I promise I won't do that again, dad." Angela quickly replied, excited
by this new idea.

   "Good." He said with a smile.  He couldn't believe he was about to do
this, but just the thought of doing it enflamed his very core.  He repeated
the thoughts back to himself.  He was about to show his little daughter all
of him.  He was about to be the first man she'd ever seen naked.  He wanted
to do this, more than anything before in his life, he wanted to do this.

   Angela smiled with anticipation when her dad squeezed her shoulder one
last time.  She continued watching, without even a single blink as his
hands went to his waist, gripping the bottom hem of his plain white t-shirt
and starting to lift it up.

   The shirt came away from him easily, the skin underneath pale and mostly
hairless.  As the shirt went up over his head, she could see his bare
chest. Just the slightest bit of dark hair ran down the center of his
chest, it looked soft and thin.  On either side of his chest were his
nipples.  She noticed that they were bigger and darker then hers and just
looked different.

   With the shirt completely off, he dropped it on the foot of the bed. 
Looking at her and smiling again.  Double checking that she hadn't changed
her mind.  It took just one look for him to be sure; her eyes were locked
on him.  Her feet swinging freely, spending her nervous energy.

   He stepped out of his sneakers, nudging them underneath the bed with his
feet.  His hands returning to his hips again.  This time reaching for the
buttons of his jeans.  Her eyes dropped to where his hands were, watching
eagerly as each button came free.

   He lowered his jeans, his plaid boxers coming into view.  The front of
them tented obscenely out towards his daughter.  His shaft was just as hard
as before, if not harder, if that was possible.

   Stepping out of his jeans, he dropped them on the floor, nudging them
under the bed with his foot as well.  His hands went back to his hips,
holding the waistband of his boxers.

   "Are you ready?" He asked, his eyes studying his daughter's face.

   Angela swallowed again, her eyes tearing away from her dad's boxers. 
She looked up at him with a broad, nervous smile, but managed to nod.  "Yes
dad."

   "Okay.  Here we go." He said, returning her smile.  "I hope you like
it... me... well, you know."

   He took another deep breath and then lowered his boxers, letting them
drop to the floor.  His thin, six inch shaft came into view.  The tip a
deep, dark, enflamed red, the shaft bobbing up and down with every beat of
his heart.  At its base, a small patch of dark hair, just as whispy and
soft looking as the hair on his chest.  Hanging just below it, almost
hidden, were his balls.  Large and dangling, like over ripe fruit waiting
to be picked.

   Angela just stared at it, gasping as it came in view.  It was nothing
like she imagined it would be.

   Mike stood there, completely naked, in front of his eight year old
daughter.  He felt like he was on exhibition.  He remembered what it felt
like in high school.  Being under scrutiny by a girl.  She was just his
daughter, yet he felt incredibly terrified of her reaction.

   "Dad..." Angela replied slowly, his mind hung on her every word. 
"...mom told me that they get big when a boy likes a girl." She glanced up
at his face, "Does that mean you like me?"

   Mike couldn't help but laugh.  It was a soft and nervous laugh.  "Of
course I like you, honey.  I love you." His smile went almost from ear to
ear now/.

   Angela smiled in reply.  Blushing a bit at his mention of the L word. 
Then looked back to his shaft, which seemed to be reaching towards her.  "I
love you too, dad."

   Mike's smile became even wider at those words, as he sat down on the bed
next to his daughter.  He made sure to keep a respectable distance between
them though.  A foot and a half at least.  Even after sitting down,
Angela's eyes followed his bobbing shaft.

   "So, now you've seen what a boy's thing looks like." He said, feeling
both relieved but still incredibly excited.  "Do you feel better now?"

   Angela nodded her reply, "Yes dad."

   "And no more letting the neighborhood boys touch you?" He asked, wanting
reassurance that today's episode wouldn't repeat.

   Angela nodded again, "Daaaaaaaad." She whined, her eyes looking at his
chest again.  "I already promised I wouldn't."

   "Okay." He replied, smiling again, but not quite as wide as before. 
"And honey, it's not a thing.  It has a bunch of names.  Dick.  Cock. 
Things like that.  But maybe you should just call it a penis."

   Angela nodded, mentally repeating the words to herself.  "Dad?"

   "Yes, honey?"

   "Um." Angela bit her lip for a second, mustering up the courage to
speak. "Can I... uh... touch it?"

   Mike glanced at his daughter, somewhat surprised.  Deep down inside he
knew he should say no, that this had already gone too far.  But that same
argument worked against his logical mind.  If they had already gone too
far, then what's another little bit?

   "Touch what, honey?" He asked, smiling at her still.

   "Touch your..." The word `thing' was on the tip of her tongue before she
pulled it back in and swallowed it.  "Touch your...cock, dad."

   Mike's shaft twitched when he heard that word come out of his pretty
little daughter's lips.  He replied the word in his head a few times before
he answered.  "I don't know honey."

   A disappointed look glanced across her face as the words left his lips.
"I'll tell you what.  You can touch my cock... but only if you take off
your clothes first too, okay?"

   It wasn't going to take much convincing to get Angela to agree, but Mike
went on anyway.

   "After all, if you get to touch me.  It's only fair that I get to touch
you too, right?" He asked, trying to keep the tone of his voice level.  As
it was, he felt like his voice was going to crack and break at any second.

   "That's fair." Angela replied, smiling as she hopped up, off of the bed.
Her hands were on her clothes even before her feet touched the ground.  To
Mike she looked like a cartoon where the Tasmanian Devil was trying to
escape a cage.

   While standing in front of her father, Angela's hands pushed down her
shorts, taking her panties right along with them.  A half a second later
and both the shorts and the panties were on the floor, around her feet.

   Mike's eyes scanned up from her toes, taking in every detail of every
inch of his young daughter.  Time seemed to stop around him as he looked at
her.  It was all there in front of him.  The birth mark on her knee.  The
scar on her left calf from when she fell out of the tree in the backyard
two years ago.  All of it.

   His eyes reached just above her knees and then wouldn't seem to budge.
He wanted to see higher, badly, oh so badly.  But he almost felt like he
couldn't handle it.  It wasn't guilt, he just feared for his own sanity. 
That he would take one look between her legs and just loose his mind.

   Still, his eyes drifted higher.  Moving faster now.  And there it was.
The bare crease between her legs.  Soft, white, plump.  How could what
looked like no more than a fold in her flesh entice him so?  It just didn't
make any sense to him.

   Then her hands came down again, grasping the edges of her shirt and
raising it up.  His eyes followed the hem as it rose.  Once again taking in
every inch, cataloging every feature, burning the images into his mind.

   Only when her tiny breasts came into view did his eyes stop their upward
journey.  The pale lumps of flesh, no bigger than a golf ball, crowned with
tiny pink nipples.  So small and pale that you'd almost miss them.

   Angela looked at her dad as she dropped her t-shirt on the floor.  She
saw the effect she was having on him, even if she didn't understand it. 
She saw the way his shaft seemed to tremble and shake violently.  She
noticed the little bead of liquid right at its tip.

   She hopped closer, moving bound back on the bed, but Mike stopped her.
"Angela?" he asked, before she got on the bed.  "Turn around for daddy? 
Slowly?" He asked, almost pleading.

   Angela nodded and twirled in space in front of him.  Mike's eyes
drinking in the vision in front of him.  His heart pounded like it wanted
to burst out of his chest.  He looked at her butt, small, round, pale, with
little dimples on either side of it.  He had to catch his breath to keep
from passing out.

   "Angela, honey..." Her dad moaned, he felt almost physical pain at
seeing her like this.  "...you're so beautiful.  Daddy didn't know...how
beautiful you've gotten."

   Angela giggled, hopping back onto the bed and sitting back down, this
time right next to him.  "So, can I touch it now?" She asked, looking at
his shaft eagerly.

   Mike swallowed and nodding, "Yes.  You can."

   Angela smiled broadly as she reached her small hand out for her dad's
shaft.  Mike had to stifle a moan as her little fingers touched the tip. 
One finger reaching to touch the bead of pre-cum that had accumulated.  Her
fingers swirling around the head slowly, made slick by the pre-cum.

   Mike rested a hand on her shoulder, half to reassure her and half to
keep himself from falling backwards.

   "Dad... Your cock... It's leaking..." She said a hint of concern in her
voice.  She looked at his face and saw the grimace of pleasure that he
wore. "Does it hurt?"

   "No, no, honey." Mike managed to stammer out.  "It's okay.  That's
called cum.  It's what...men make."

   "Oh." Angela replied, looking at her fingers and the gooey stuff on
them. Then looking back to her father's shaft.  "More is coming out."

   Pre-cum had started to leak out of his shaft with more regularity now.
Dribbling out in a small flow, running over his tip and down his shaft in
very slow streaks.

   "That's what happens, honey." Mike said, reassuring his daughter.  "Go
ahead and taste it for daddy.  Tell me what it takes like."

   Angela looks at her fingertips in a new light now.  The thought of
eating this liquid hadn't even occurred to her.  "Taste it?" She asked,
glancing at her dad again.

   He nodded, squeezing her shoulder again.  His mind unable to form any
words as he watched his daughter play with his cum in her hands.  She
glanced at him once more before bringing one of her fingers up to her lips
and licking it.  Just watching this almost made Mike cum right there, but
he was able to control himself.  A small gasp escaped him before being
strangled off by a moan.

   Angela wrinkled her nose slightly at the taste.  "It's kind of salty."
She said, smacking her tongue in her mouth to get rid of the taste.

   "Umhmm..." Mike moaned in reply, barely able to remain calm.  He let his
hand drift off of his daughter's shoulder and ran his fingers tips lightly
down her spine, causing her to giggle, pulling away from his touch
slightly.

   "Daddy!" She shouted through her giggles, "That tickles."

   She reached her hand down to his shaft again, this time wrapping her
small fingers around its thickness and squeezing.  Mike's hand trembled as
it slipped under her butt, cupping one of her cheeks in his palm and
squeezing just the same as she was doing to him.

   The shaft in her hand felt hard and hot, but it was still smooth, like
mom's special red dress.  The tip looked just like a mushroom, just not
white like one.  Each time she squeezed it, the mushroom seemed to grow. 
And when she let go the mushroom shrank a bit.  She could feel the whole
thing shake in her hand, twitching slightly each time dad breathed.  Then
she noticed that when she squeezed it, dad's whole body seemed to shake,
and dad gasped for air.

   "Honey..." He moaned.  "That feels so good."

   Her butt in his hand was cool and smooth.  It looked like a snowball in
his hand.  Pure, white, unblemished.  She didn't seem to mind him touching
her either, so he knew he had to touch more of her.  He had held back so
far, but he didn't think he could anymore, even if he wanted to.

   "Daddy is going to touch you some more, okay honey?" He asked, even as
his hand slipped out from under her butt and started to move over her hip.

   Angela nodded, still enraptured by her father's shaft and the way more
cum seemed to ooze out of it every time she squeezed.  Mike's hand traveled
around her hip and rested for a moment on her belly.  He wasn't sure what
he wanted to touch first, but then his hand started to drift lower.

   "Your thing," He said in a ragged voice.  "We have other names for it
too.  Like pussy and cunt and slit.  Can you say that for daddy?"

   Angela squeezed her father's shaft again, pre-cum bubbling up out of the
tiny hole at its tip.  "It's not my thingy, it's my cunt." She giggled at
him.

   "Good." Mike said, thrilled with his young daughter.  "And now daddy is
going to touch your cunt."

   "Daddy is going to touch my cunt now." Angela replied with a broad
smile. With her father's hand on her belly she could feel the butterflies
returning to her stomach.  They felt better than they did when James was
touching her.  James' hands seemed to move quick, poking, prodding,
grabbing.  Dad's hands were much slower, much gentler.  And that just
seemed to make the butterflies even happier.

   Mike's hand moved down between his daughter's legs, cupping her lightly
between his fingers.  She was warm and soft.  He couldn't believe how
smooth she felt.  He started to rub his fingers slowly, tentatively
exploring her plump folds.  Feeling her getting wet in his hand as her lips
got looser.

   Angela didn't know what to do now.  She felt dizzy and wet between her
legs.  She felt like she couldn't breathe.  The butterflies felt like they
were bowling in her belly.  That's what mommy said thunder was. 
Butterflies bowling in the clouds and that's all she could think of right
now.  She still felt her father's shaft pulsing in her hand, but she
couldn't really concentrate on it anymore.  Her legs were shaking
uncontrollably beneath her.

   Mike's fingers continued to move over his daughter's pre-teen opening.
His eyes were captivated both by the way her lips moved over his fingers
and the way her face was reacting to all of this.  He was sure he had never
seen something so erotic in his life.

   Mike moved one finger to each side of her opening; pressing lightly and
making her lips spread open.  He then started to move his middle finger up
and down against the newly revealed pink skin.  Angela reaction to this was
immediate, gasping out loud, her hips shaking violently from the waves of
pleasure his fingers were sending through her body.  Unable to keep herself
sitting up, she fell back on the bed, laying on it with her legs hanging
off the edge of the bed.

   "Honey?" A wave of concern passed into Mike, yet his finger continued to
drag up and down her center.  "Do you want me to stop?"

   Angela didn't reply at first.  She didn't even really hear her father's
words.  No, right now all she could think about were the butterflies
bowling in her stomach.  Along with the teddy bears that seemed to be
having a picnic nearby.  It was only after he asked a second time, maybe
even a third time, that she managed to stammer out a reply.

   "No... dad...." Her voice was a breathless moan.  "Don't... stop...."

   Mike looked over his reclining daughter and was struck by her beauty. 
The way her hips were shaking.  The rise and fall of her chest as she
fought to breathe.  Her face, screwed up with pleasure.  Her eyes, glazed
over and staring at the ceiling.  His eyes fell lower again, watching the
way his finger was slipping between her lips.

   Mike decided that his daughter was ready for a bit more and with the
last pass of his finger, he started to slip it up deeper in her.  He felt
his finger slip between her warm, tight walls, filling her almost
completely He was the first person to touch her like this and that just
brought a deeper, warmer feeling to his loins.

   Once again, Angela's body responded almost immediately.  Her hands
clawed at the bed sheets, her back arched up, and a loud guttural moan
echoed out of her lips.  He just held his finger in place, not moving it.
Letting her body grow use to the way his finger felt deep inside of her. 
Angela's eyes continued to stare upwards, but the plain white ceiling was
different in her mind.  It was a technicolor dance of a multitude of
butterflies.  It was a family of teddy bears in the park on a summer day,
having a picnic.  It was all sorts of things as her mind tried to
understand what was happening to her body.

   Just when the colors started to calm down and her belly stopped
bouncing; Mike started to move his finger in and out of her slowly.  And
suddenly the world around her exploded into hundreds of colors again.  Her
body thrashed left and right, uncontrollably.  Her legs shaking and her
hands pulling tightly at the sheets.

   Mike watched his eight year old daughter's body shake left and right as
he moved his finger inside of her pre-pubescent opening.  He wasn't sure
which he liked better, the way her body heaved and shook, or the way her
opening pulled at his finger.  He wrapped his hand around his shaft as he
continued to finger fuck his daughter.  He began to stroke himself, moving
his hand up and down at the same rhythm that he moved his finger in and out
of her.

   In his mind he pictured that it wasn't his finger fucking her.  Instead
it was his shaft.  Moving in and out of her slowly, filling her completely.
He couldn't help but imagine, what would it feel like to burying his shaft
in her?  The same shaft that helped create her.  He imagined himself
pulling out at the last second, splashing her belly with his warm seed.  He
imagined his shaft, spurting violently as he moved higher, splashing more
seed across her face, into her hair.

   Then he imagined not pulling out of her, leaving his shaft in her as it
spurted his white seed into her belly.  He had to let go of his shaft to
keep from cumming right there.  He was so close that he could feel the cum
welling up inside him, bubbling like the peak of a volcano getting ready to
explode.

   "Daddy is going to do something different now." Mike said, even though
his daughter was well beyond the capacity for listening.

   He kept his finger moving in and out of her as he slipped off the edge
of the bed.  Moving between her dangling legs, he knelt on the floor,
kissing her tummy lightly as he withdrew his finger.  Before she could
recover her senses, his head leaned down and he ran his tongue up the
length of her opening.

   Her taste was indescribable.  Like trying to describe the smell of the
snow on Christmas morning when he was six years old.  There were just no
words that would do it justice.  His mind reeled and her body shook even
harder now.  He moved his lips a bit higher, letting the tip of his tongue
touch her tiny nub.  He was immediately rewarded by a shriek of pleasure
coming out of her lungs, almost high enough to break glass.

   He licked her nub once more before drifting a bit lower.  Pressing his
face tight against her, he pushed his tongue up into her opening.

   "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh." He heard his daughter panting for air above him.  Her
body still now, unable to move.  Every muscle in her body seemed locked up
as wave after wave of intense pleasure passed through her core.  Beads of
sweat covered her tiny form and even they looked drained from the effort of
pushing up through her skin.

   He spent only a moment more swirling his tongue around inside her
pre-teen opening.  Finally backing off to let her catch her breath.  He
watched her face intently as she gasped for breath.  Her fingers flexed
slowly, the sheet bunching up at her sides.  Her eyes were glazed over and
her limbs were limp, she looked just like a porcelain doll.

   "Do you want daddy to stop?" He asked, while still kneeling between her
legs.

   Angela shook her head slowly, "The teddy bears.  They're having cake and
lemonade." Her voice was dreamlike, but exhausted.

   Mike blinked as he heard his daughter speak.  He wasn't sure if he was
hearing her properly.  "Honey?"

   "Teddy bears.  Cake." She groaned, a stray shake rocking her body. 
"Oh... daddy... more..."

   Mike smiled as he heard those words.  He wasn't sure what the rest was
all about, but more was easy enough to understand.  "Okay honey, here we
go."

   Mike leaned in and kissed the inside of his daughter's thigh, before
running his tongue up and down her lips again.  They were loose and wet
now, no longer needed prompting to remain open.  He delighted in the way
her flesh rolled against his tongue when he kept it limp.  Then he kept his
tongue stiff, forcing her lips to move around him.

   Angela felt a long stiff quiver erupt in her belly as her father's
tongue touched her.  The quiver seemed to grow as his tongue pressed
against her, changing into a little tornado whipping about her insides. 
She felt her daddy's tongue push into her opening again and the tornado
seemed to explode in a warm heat and a burst of colors.  She felt her
father's mouth suck at something and the tornado exploded again, sending
waves of heat out from her belly and straight down to her toes.

   Mike held onto his daughter's legs as he sucked at her tiny nub.  He
could feel the way her legs were shaking and knew that she was enjoying
this.  He dragged his tongue roughly across her nub and felt her legs
instinctively kick like a mule, another long shriek of pleasure screaming
out of her lungs.

   He kissed her lips once more before he backed off again to let her body
recover.  His shaft ached for relief, but that would have to wait a bit. 
He certainly didn't want to waste it on his hand.  Not when he had this
nubile young minx.  But he wanted her wide awake when she felt him for the
first time.

   He laid back down on the bed next to her, pulling the sheet over them
both.  He slipped an arm underneath her head and just held her.  He could
feel her rapid breathing and the dull heat that seemed to radiate out of
her.  But he was content to just wait.

   It seemed like hours before she managed to speak again.  Not that that
bothered Mike.  How could you measure time in paradise, after all?

   "Daddy...?" She asked her voice hoarse and dry.

   "Yes, honey?" Mike answered, smiling as he turns to his side slightly,
kissing her on the forehead.

   "I really liked that." She whispered, her face still flushed and sweaty,
but glowing with a different appearance now.

   "If you want..." Mike started to say, talking slowly.  He felt nervous
again, but only slightly.  "There's something else daddy would like to do
with you, honey?"

   "Really?" Angela's eyes beamed at him, excited that there was still more
that she could experience today.  "What?"

   "Well, it's something that big boys do with big girls when they really
love them." Mike explained slowly, trying to skirt around the description
for the moment.  "Are you a big girl?"

   "Yes, I am." Angela nodded proudly, the color returning to her face now.

   "Daddy wants to..." Mike took a deep breath now, just the idea of saying
this to his young daughter sent a way of pleasure playing down his spine.
"...put his thing inside your thing."

   Angela blinked for a second, trying to figure out how that worked.  Then
she smiled, "You mean you want to put your cock in my cunt?" Correcting her
father's statement the way he had told her to talk.

   Mike laughed out loud, feeling the tension and nervousness fade with his
laughter.  "That's right honey.  Daddy wants to put his cock in your cunt."

   Angela's eyes smiled proudly at her father.  "Okay dad.  I want to do
that too."

   Mike's smile faded slightly as he hugged his daughter.  "Now, honey.  It
might hurt a bit at first.  But I want you to trust daddy.  It will stop
hurting and you'll really enjoy it."

   Angela stared at her father now; the idea of it hurting never even crept
into her mind.  This was a totally unexpected.  "How much will it hurt?"
She asked, a bit sheepishly.

   "Only a little bit." Mike replied, not wanting to lie to his daughter or
scare her away.  He slipped his arm out from underneath her and started to
sit up, but he never once took his eyes off of her face.  "And it will go
away pretty quick."

   Angela starred up at her father, saying nothing.

   "Do you remember how it felt when daddy put his finger in you?" Mike
asked, trying to reassure her.

   Angela nodded slowly, a smile creeping across her face as she
remembered.

   "Well, it will feel even better when daddy puts his cock in you." Mike
returned his daughter's smile.  "It's called fucking.  Can you say that?"

   "Fucking." Angela nodded as she repeated the word.  "Daddy wants to put
his cock in my cunt and fucking me."

   Mike chuckled.  "No, daddy wants to fuck you."

   Angela nodded again, smiling.  "Okay daddy, I want you to fuck me too."

   Mike lifted the sheet up off of them both and once again looked down at
his naked daughter.  This morning he would have never guessed that a third
grader could look the way she did right now.  He was sure she was going to
look even better as his shaft moved in and out of her.

   He stood up and then leaned over and slipped his arms underneath her. 
She giggled happily as he lifted her up off the bed and he cradled her in
his arms.  He kneeled back down on the bed and laid her down right in the
middle of the bed, leaning forward and grabbing one of the pillows to slip
under her head.

   "Comfy?" He smiled as he asked her.

   "Like a bug in a rug." She grinned impishly back up at him, her nose
wrinkling cutely.

   "Good." He said, just before leaning down to kiss her on the lips.  It
was just a peck of a kiss, like any father would kiss their daughter on the
cheek.

   His shaft had sagged a bit while he waited, but now, looking down at
her, it came raging back to full life.  He could see that her opening was
going to take a bit more work though.  It was no longer loose and open, it
had gone back to just the little crevice that he saw when she first
undressed.  The only difference was that now the flesh that was once a dull
ivory white had grown a deeper, rosy red.

   "Spread your legs for daddy, okay honey?"

   Angela was quick to obey, wanting more than anything to make her daddy
happy after the way he had made her feel.  The butterflies and teddy bears
were napping under the summer sun, but they started to wake up now. 
Yawning and stretching.

   Mike's shaft twitched as he watched the eight year old spread her legs.
A large droplet of cum formed, unbidden, on the tip of his shaft.  Dripping
down in a big hot gob onto the sheets.  "Oh, honey.  You make daddy so
proud... And daddy is going to make you feel really, really good."

   Angela beamed a smile up at her father as she watched him move to kneel
between her spread legs.  She watched as he took his shaft in his hand and
then leaned forward, looming over her like a big protective quilt.  She
could see him put the mushroom tip of it against her lips and she could
feel it as he rubbed it up and down her opening.  She shivered from the
tips of her fingers all the way to the ends of her toes as she felt him rub
up against her.

   If you go down to the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise.  If
you go down to the woods today, you'd better go in disguise.  For ev'ry
bear that ever there was, will gather there for certain, because today's
the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic.

   Mike watched as the tip of his shaft started to part her lips.  His cum
was flowing freely now, covering her lips with a fine wet sheen.  He knew
he had to go slow, but the urge to just slam himself into her was
overwhelming.  He managed to fight the urge back, before it got out of
hand.

   He closed his eyes and imagined his young, innocent daughter.  Dressed
in her Sunday best, playing in the front yard.  He imagined a long dark car
pulling up in front of the house.  The window rolling down and an unseen
face calling to her, asking her for directions.  He imagined the door
opening up as she moved closer to the door.  The hands grabbing her and
yanking her into the car as it sped off down the street.

   Angela could feel her movements coming in jerky spurts.  It was like she
had lost control of her muscles.  They shook, they spasmed, they twitched;
they didn't do anything that she tried to make them do.  She could feel her
father's mushroom continuing to move up and down against her.  Her lips
parting under the pressure.

   Ev'ry Teddy Bear who's been good, is sure of a treat today.  There's
lots of marvellous things to eat, and wonderful games to play.  Beneath the
trees where nobody sees they'll hide and seek as long as they please 'cause
that's the way the Teddy Bears have their picnic.

   Mike let go of his shaft and put both of his hands down on the bed to
either side of his daughter.  His eyes screwed closed, he moved his hips up
and down slowly, letting the underside of his shaft rub against her
opening. He could feel her lips growing more and more excited.  Enflamed
with heat, dripping with moisture.  He could feel himself continuing to
drip gobs of hot pre-cum on her.

   He imagined the hands in the back seat of the car.  Pawing at his
daughter's clothes.  Gripping and ripping the clothes from her pretty
little body.  He could see the tears streaming down her face as the big
hands ran over her flesh.  Two different pairs of hands grabbing at her. 
One hand pulled at her sparkling hair, keeping her from moving, while the
other hand cupped and squeezed her tender breast.  Another hand held her
waist tightly as its companion felt between her legs.  Roughly poking a
thick finger at her immature, pale opening.

   Angela's eyes went wide as her father's shaft started to slip into her.
Just the mushroom head was in her now, holding her lips apart.  She could
feel it throb and twitch, it felt red hot in her opening.  She could hear
herself panting and moaning, but it was like listening to another person
make the noises.

   Picnic time for Teddy Bears, the little Teddy Bears are having a lovely
time today.  Watch them, catch them unawares, and see them picnic on their
holiday.  See them gaily gad about, they love to play and shout; they never
have any cares; at six o'clock their Mummies and Daddies, will take them
home to bed, because they're tired little Teddy Bears.

   Mike couldn't hold back any longer and started to slip his shaft up
inside his daughter.  He had only the tiniest bit in her so far, but the
feeling was wonderful.  She was tight, clinging to him, squeezing his tip.

   He imagined her being thrown face down onto the cool leather of the
backseat.  He saw one of the figures leaning over her face, holding his
huge cock in his hand and dragging it across her face.  Leaving a trail of
glistening cum from her forehead, down her nose, and across her lips.  The
other figure also leaned over her, guiding its cock between her legs and
then suddenly pushing forward, forcing the shaft into her unprepared
opening.  A scream echoed out of her pretty little lips, but was strangled
off by the other cock being pushed into her mouth.

   Angela continued to breathe in short, quick pants, her body starting to
move on its own.  Her hips pushing up towards her father, trying to push
more of him inside herself.  Her hands grabbed for the sheet again, but
this time landed on top of her father's hands.  She instinctively clung to
them, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, sweat starting to roll down
her forehead.

   Picnic time for Teddy Bears, the little Teddy Bears are having a lovely
time today.  Watch them, catch them unawares, and see them picnic on their
holiday.

   Mike could feel his daughter's hips reaching up to meet him, but he
strained back, making sure to not go any further into her.  Her hands
grabbed at his hands, holding them tightly.  His eyes were still locked
closed from the strain.  He started to move slightly deeper into her, but
very carefully.  He was determined to dictate the pace of this and not let
her get the better of him.  He could feel his balls dangling down, laying
against her skin.

   In the backseat of the car, Angela continued to try to scream.  In his
mind, her voice was cut off by the thick shaft that had been pushed into
her mouth.  He saw both figures thrusting into her at different times,
never relenting on her.  He watched as the figure beneath her suddenly
tensed, his cock releasing jets of dirty, ugly cum deep into his innocent
daughter's immature womb.  He watched as the other figure pulled his cock
from her mouth, painting her face with pools of sticky, white cum, that
hung from her hair and dripped from her face.

   Sarah Lo carried the two bags of groceries in from the garage and looked
around the kitchen.  The house was quite, which was strange for a Saturday
afternoon.  "Mike?" She called out.  Nothing happened.  She shrugged and
dropped her keys on the counter before moving to climb the stairs.

   Dad's cock continued to pulsate and throb inside her.  It felt good, no,
not just good.  It felt wonderful.  What was dad talking about?  There was
no pain.  She had managed to get a little bit more of him in her, but she
was sure there was still more.  She felt like she had this huge whole in
her that she never noticed before and that dad's shaft was just the perfect
size to fill all of it.  She squeezed his hands again, trying to show him
what she wanted.

   See them gaily gad about, they love to play and shout; they never have
any cares; at six o'clock their Mummies and Daddies, will take them home to
bed, because they're tired little Teddy Bears.

   Mike pushed slightly further into her and stopped when he could feel the
wall of her virginity barely touching the tip of his shaft.  He had decided
that this was as far as he was going to go today.  It took all of his
willpower, and then some, to keep from just ripping through that little
membrane.  But he promised her.  It wouldn't hurt.  And he was going to
make sure that that was the case.

   In the back seat of the car, the two figures flipped Angela over onto
her back.  Her cunt was a deep dark red, big pools of cum tinted red oozed
out of the gaping opening.  They spun her around in place, the cock that
was in her mouth a moment before was now being pushed into her pretty
little butt, while the other figure ruthlessly pinched and pulled at her
tiny little nipples.

   Sarah reached the top of the stairs when she heard the strange noises
coming from her bedroom, like strained grunts.  Mike must still be having
trouble with those shelves she thought.  She stepped into the doorway and
didn't see her husband fighting with the closet.  Instead she saw her
husband of seventeen years leaning over their eight year old daughter. 
Half of his cock buried in her third grader opening.  The sheer obscenity
of the scene caught her by surprise, sending waves of both disgust and lust
through her body.

   Angela continued to stare blankly up at her father.  Her body shaking
and pushing to meet him.  Then something happened.  It felt like an
explosion deep in her belly.  A warm feeling, like a waterfall, cascaded
across her body.  Her entire form shaking violently as her back locked up
in pleasure.

   Mike couldn't hold back when he felt his daughter reach her very first
orgasm.  He grunted and froze, his shaft twitching inside her opening as
the tip expanded.  He could feel the jets of cum shooting through him. 
Rocketing inside her and painting every surface with his seed.

   Sarah shuttered as she watched both her husband and daughter cum. 
Unbidden, her body rocked with a tiny climax of its own.  She staggered
backwards, away from the bedroom.  Light headed and dizzy, quickly
regaining her senses and tip toeing downstairs.