Middle School Orientation - Part II
Back to School Shopping

The summer before seventh grade was the most fun I’ve ever had. My Daddy tried to keep me under control, but a single parent can only do so much. He knew I went to the swimming pool every day, but he didn’t know that I wasn’t wearing the top of that stodgy old two-piece bathing suit he bought me. When he noticed I didn’t have any tan lines he threatened to ground me for a week, but I pouted and wheedled and he let me go back two days later, even if he did make me wear a one-piece for the rest of the summer. I love my Daddy, and I can wrap him around my little finger.

Sara’s mom was great. She never told Daddy she let boys come to our pajama parties. Sara’s brother and his friends were there every time, and when word got around all our friends started coming. Mrs. Simpson even let us have as much alcohol as we wanted as long as we kept it quiet. I got so smashed! And I tried lots of things I never would have otherwise.

I’m really happy with the way my bust developed over the summer. Mike told me my titties would grow faster if I rubbed sperm on them every day, so of course I had to give it a try. It wasn’t hard to find lots of guys to help me do it, either. By the end of the summer I out grew all my training bras! Try it, girls. Maybe it works and maybe it doesn’t, but it’s definitely fun!

Jill - At the Mall

By the time we walked into the mall I’d already started working on Daddy. “They never tell you who gets picked for The Program or when, so it’s important to get ready beforehand. All my friends are going to The Purrfect Pussy to get shaved just in case they have to show their pussy next week. Even if you’re not in the Program you can get in trouble if a teacher thinks you’re covering up with too much pussy hair. Can I please get mine shaved, Daddy?” I was really proud that I even had enough pussy hair to shave. It only started to come in last year, a little before my breasts started popping out.

Daddy looked positively grim. He turned red, and I thought for sure he was going to say no, but we just kept walking and The Purrfect Pussy kept getting closer. There was the usual gathering around the show window where a girl about 17 was having her pussy trimmed. Daddy marched through the front door and up to the receptionist. She was a pretty, long haired blonde wearing hot pants and high heels. She had a name tag that said “Kitty” dangling from her titty ring. She looked at Daddy and smiled. “May I help you?”

Bill Peters – The Ophelia Factor

So here I was, sitting in The Purrfect Pussy surrounded by beautiful women and their even more beautiful beauticians, trying to set a good example for my daughter.

But I am not one of those fathers. My little girl is precious to me, and I will see her grow up to be a decent young woman. Whatever it takes.

Jill – Pussy Power!

We walked to the back of the parlor and through a pink curtain. There was a chair in the room just like the ones outside. It was like a dentist’s reclining chair, except it had split leg supports that could be moved apart, and a little stool between them so the stylist could get close up. It even had a mirrored light support like a dentist, but this one focused a lot further down.

The chair was deep plush and very comfortable. It was warm, and the air was cool. I wasn’t sure, but there seemed to be just a little vibration coming from it. Kitty gave me a drink and told me to relax. The stylist would be right in.

“Hi there, I’m Jenny.” It was another blonde girl, this one about 20 years old, wearing a big apron and panties. You could see right through both. I couldn’t help noticing her pussy hair, which was shaved in a little heart shape and dyed red. She even had a tiny silver arrow piercing right through it! She had little, pointy breasts a lot like mine, but with large brown nipples. She saw me looking at her pussy hair and smiled. “Like it? I just had it done and my boyfriend loves it. He wouldn’t let me get any sleep at all last night!

“Well, are you ready to get started? Take off your skirt and let’s see what we have to work with.

“Wow. That is so cute! Would you like me to trim it so your panties cover everything, or do you want your pussy shaved bare?”

I thought about it for a minute. I didn’t have enough pussy hair for a trim like Jenny’s, but maybe it would be cool to leave a little line extending up from my slit like Ms. Kinsey at school. A “porn star” cut, my friends call it.

I shook my head. “Go ahead and shave it bare. If I get picked for the Program I want to look my best.” I slipped my panties down around my ankles and took them off. Then I plunked onto the towel Jenny spread on the chair.

“That’s what I thought. We’re getting quite a rush of Middle School girls with school about to start. It makes you look wonderfully smooth, and at your age it makes it hard to tell whether you have pussy hair at all.

“I know your Daddy just wants you shaved, but we have a very special trimmer here that lots of girls love. It lubricates as it goes, and it has a very nice vibration. You can see it’s shaped to slip into tight spots, too. Girls come back two or three times a week just for the feeling. Sometimes they have a bit too much fun and get a little noisy. I’m going to turn on some music just so we’re sure your Daddy won’t hear.

“OK, spread your legs and let’s get started. I know you’re pretty young and I promise I’ll be especially gentle.”

I closed my eyes and listened to the music. Then I heard a soft hum from the clippers, and felt a feather touch on my mons. My eyes flickered open and saw Jenny running the dark plastic over the edges of my pussy hair. They were very strangely shaped for clippers, looking a lot like the vibrators I played with on orientation day most of all, but oozing a clear, warm oil from the tip that felt so wonderful on my skin.

Bill Peters – Reminiscences

At last the curtain opened and my princess walked back into the parlor. She was positively beaming as she hurried over to my chair. Before I could stop her she raised her skirt and babbled excitedly, “Look, Daddy! Isn’t it wonderful? Doesn’t it make me look all grown up just like all the other beautiful girls here?”

God help me, but for those few, eternal seconds, I couldn’t take my eyes away. Grown up? No. My heart was filled with love for my wonderful little girl, the little girl I used to bathe, the little girl who loved to splash and play in the tub, and who giggled loudly when we washed her pussy because it tickled and she loved playing tickle with her Daddy. Jill would never get out of the tub until I washed her pussy at least three times. Now I was starring at that same beloved pussy, a little more grown up to be sure, but smooth and bare as the last day I gave her her bath, the day before she started first grade.

“Daddy? Do you like it, Daddy?” She had lost the bubbly enthusiasm of a moment before and was becoming concerned as I stared mutely at her most intimate place.

“Humph. Well. Yes. Pull your skirt down young lady. It’s quite lovely, but it’s not something you should be showing in public.”

She looked disappointed and dropped the hem of her skirt, but then she brightened again and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you, and this makes me feel all grown up. Now the other girls won’t laugh when I have to go naked.”

Jill – Girlie Pop

Daddy kept pretending to be all grumpy, but he didn’t fool me. He was pretty flustered, so I suggested he sit down on the bench in front of the food court and I would meet him back there in half an hour.

I walked down the mall and made sure he wasn’t following me before I turned in to Girlie-Pop. That was one store he told me to stay out of as soon as it opened last year. Part of the reason was the salesmen. They were all hunky guys wearing leather straps that came down to a big silver ring around their stiff cocks. As I walked in I saw a lady on her knees, stroking one of those big cocks until the guy shot cum all over her blouse. She just let it soak in and went back to browsing while the guy went in back for a break. All the other guys were busy with customers, so I took a look around the store.

The school supplies section was cool. They had lots of fun, colorful pens shaped like a penis. If you clicked the balls the ink point came out the hole. Even better, if you unscrewed it and took out the ink, you could fill it with water or milk and it doubled as a squirt-gun! It wasn’t big enough to use as a vibrator, but I found out later lots of girls got better grades if the teacher caught them chewing on their pens, or just holding the tip next to their lips. I slipped one into my purse and checked out the next aisle. It was full of knee pads, in neon glow colors with logos on them: Playboy bunnies, girls symbols, even the official girl-scout logo!

Suddenly somebody grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the door. “Daddy!” I shrieked. It looked like I was in trouble this time!

He pulled me out of the store and dragged me down the hall. Then he sat me down on a bench in front of Victoria’s Little Sister. “Honey, I know that this whole back-to-school thing has you excited, but that doesn’t mean you stop listening to me. You know I told you to stay out of that store, and you know why. Those men take advantage of young women like you.”

“I’m sorry Daddy.” I let my voice tremble and felt a tear slip down my cheek. Well, it wasn’t just play acting. I didn’t want my Daddy to be mad. “I didn’t mean to disobey. It’s just that they gave us gift certificates for new clothes at school, and Girlie Pop is where you can take them.”

“I might have known! That school will stop at nothing to get their girls naked.

“Well, since we have no choice I guess I’ll have to let you go back. But I’m going with you.”

“No Daddy! I didn’t say that was the ONLY place I could go. I can also take them to right here to Victoria’s!”

Jill – Victoria’s Little Sister

After that Daddy wasn’t going to let me out of his sight again, so we walked into the store together. A pretty blonde in a floor length, see through gown came over. Her nametag said “Vicki”. Daddy sat down and she took me over to the Panty bins.

“You’ll be needing some program compliant panties. We have a great selection that meet the new dress code.” She held up a little white lace thong. “This one is both less than an inch in front, and is made of see-thru lace, so it qualifies both ways. Plus this little puff in the back looks just like a bunny tail, and you can move it up out of the way if you want to show your pretty little anal opening. Would you like to try it on?”

Daddy was looking over the blouses, so I nodded my head and smiled. “We don’t have changing rooms any more, since a little more exhibitionism is always good for business”, she giggled. The whole left wall is one huge mirror arrangement, and you can hang your clothes from the racks next to them. Have a seat and slip into your thong.”

I was embarrassed to show the big white panties Daddy made me wear, but I slipped out of them without being too obvious. Some of the male window shoppers noticed me and came over for a better look.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled the tiny little thong up my legs. Then I stood up, raised my skirt, and admired myself in the mirror. The puff ball tail seemed to float above my cheeks. The strap between my legs disappeared completely in back. In front there was just enough to decorate my slit, which showed clearly through the lace.

“The front is disappearing elastic. Watch.” Vicki took the top center between her fingers, brushing my mound, and pulled up gently. The white lace vanished into my slit. Apart from the waist strings it looked like I was completely bare. “Wow! I love it.”

Then Daddy saw me. He turned red and came stomping over to where I stood in front of the mirror. “Young lady, pull your skirt down right now! Even if you have to wear indecent under-ware I am not going to let you go around displaying it in public. Now keep your skirt down and let’s get back to finding you a new wardrobe.”

I was surprised. He didn’t say a word about not letting me wear them. Maybe daddy was starting to see things my way.

Jill – The Wild Pair

I still needed shoes to complete my “new look”, so I told daddy I’d meet him in an hour and headed downstairs to The Wild Pair. A bunch of stores that used to be only for grownups now have lots of sexy things for girls. The Wild Pair was leading the way with shoes. It was funny to see little girls walking around the mall with leather straps wrapped all the way up their legs, or learning to balance on spike heals.

I stopped to look in their window. They had a big display of shinny high-heel boots that zipped all the way up to the thigh, but what caught my eye was their Disney display. All my friends had seen the re-make of Cinderella, and we dreamed of being a princess just like her and being taken to the ball.

Bill Peters

True, they were just like the updated Disney version of Cinderella. The remake, wildly popular among little girls just as the original had been, featured a transparent ball gown which left Cinderella totally exposed and wrapped her in bows and lace in a way which only left her more naked than nothing at all. Her glass slippers changed a lot too, but they were still beautiful. Well, I couldn’t blame my little girl for wanting to live out a childhood fantasy in the form of glass slippers. I just didn’t want her doing what Cinderella did with the prince and his entire escort after the shoe fit. (Not to mention her step sisters).

Jill – Sears Portrait Studio

Daddy was loaded down with packages and we were headed for home at last. We walked out of the mall through Sears, and as we passed the portrait studio a picture of a young girl in their “Nymphette” collection caught my eye. She was laying back on a big bed, wearing a white chiffon gown almost like a wedding dress with big puffy skirts and white lace everywhere. Her knees were drawn up and turned to one side so you could see her sheer white stockings all the way up to her pretty, round bottom. Her pussy didn’t quite show, but the dress left her breasts bare amid puffs of white chiffon. On top she was naked except for a white choker around her neck. I looked at her eyes and gave a little startled squeek. I almost fell off my platform shoes as I turned and hurried up to the picture. “Daddy, look, I know this girl! This is Carla from my class!”

Carla was the first girl in our class to get boobs, back in the fifth grade, and most of us were jealous of the attention she got from all the boys, and most of the male teachers. Everybody thought she must be stuffing her bra, but here was clear evidence that her sweater was full of nothing but Carla. I couldn’t believe this was the same little girl I went to school with. She looked just like a Playboy centerfold, all grown up, sexy, and beautiful. I looked at her smile and got a funny feeling inside my pussy, one not too different from when I daydream about Mike.

My daddy was standing behind me, staring at all the beautiful young girls and looking a bit flustered. I know my chance when I see it. “Daddy, can I please get my picture taken? You know my school photo was terrible this year. My braces make me look like a little kid and I was wearing those dorky old glasses. If you really think my new outfit looks nice we should get a picture while it’s brand new. Please Daddy? Oh, please!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the studio.

“Well hello, young lady”, said the gentleman behind the counter. “What can we do for you today?” He gave me a long look up and down, checking out my new clothes and my body in a way that gave me the same feeling in my pussy as I’d had several times today, a feeling that I was beginning to think might be horniness. “My name is Ken. I’ll be your photographer if I’m lucky. Sir?”, he said, looking at Daddy for the first time. Are you here for the Nymphette package?”

I never saw Daddy so flustered. Ken got him to sign some papers, then had him sit down in a big chair while I went into the preparation booth.

“Hello, I’m Miss Hooper. I understand you need a little help with your makeup.” She was a tall brunette about my dad’s age, wearing a black miniskirt and a tight t-shirt over absolutely enormous boobs. You could see right through her t-shirt, and her tits were pierced with big gold rings. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She looks just like I want to when I grow up.

“Let’s start with some eye-shadow. This metallic blue will make them look big and beautiful. Your eyes are just the right color for it, too.

“Next let’s try something a little bolder. Let’s see how you look like with red lipstick. Here, pucker up and let me put some on. Now a little rouge to highlight your cheeks, and you can easily pass for 16 at any night-club in town.

“Take off your blouse now and let’s make sure you’re ready for anything.” I pulled my top up over my head and shook my hair down around my shoulders. “That looks wonderful. They are so cute and perky, just the way the boys like them. I bet you have lots of boyfriends at school!” I blushed a little and didn’t answer.

“First let’s add a little rouge to accentuate your cleavage.” The big horsehair brush she used tickled, but I just squirmed a little and bit my lip, not wanting her to think I was a little girl. “Some blush around the base of your breasts will make them look bigger”. Now I couldn’t help giggling as the brush softly stroked my upper chest and the bottom of my boobies. They’re very sensitive.

“Well, well, I see we’re enjoying the treatment.” She playfully tweaked the tip of my left nipple with the pointy handle of her brush. Both of my titties had crinkled and hardened while she was stroking the bottom of my breasts and now they were sticking out at her. She playfully flicked them back and forth. It felt so good I couldn’t help moaning just a little. She smiled and gave my right tit a quick pinch.

“OK, your titties are done. Now let’s see that cute little pussy!”

I pulled my skirt up around my waist. “Goodness! Isn’t that precious! So pretty and smooth! Did you have her trimmed or is she still naturally bald? Spread your legs now and let’s have a closer look.” She bent down and peered closely at my pussy.

“Well. I see we won’t be needing any moisturizer. There’s lots of natural juice down there. The camera will make it sparkle!” I blushed a little at this. “In fact I’m not going to add anything at all to this pretty little pussy. It’s just perfect the way it is.” She leaned forward and gave my pussy the lightest kiss.

“Well, sweetie, you’re ready for your close-up. Just one more thing.” She handed me a paper cup with a big chunk of ice. “When things start to get hot under the lights, just hold this against your nipples for a second and they’ll pop right back out like they are now. It doesn’t matter whether you’re bare or just want them to show through your blouse. Good luck, honey. You’re going to go far. I think we’ll be seeing your pictures all over the web someday soon, and I’ll tell all my friends I worked on you before you were a porn star!”

Golly! That was something to think about. Am I about to have my first porn shoot? Will I be good at it? What will Daddy think?

I pulled down my skirt (even though it didn’t go very far), and slipped back into my top. I covered up my nipples and nervously stepped out of the makeup room, worried about what Daddy would think.

Ken was lining up his camera on the set. It was the same big bed that was in Carla’s picture. There were a dozen fluffy pillows and a pink lace cover. He glanced up when I came in, then did a funny double-take. His jaw dropped. “Wow”.

Daddy looked over from where he was sitting by the door. Even after my fashion show in Victoria’s, this was the first time I really felt like I was making an entrance. I was still kind of wobbly on my new platforms, but I slowed down and swayed as I walked across the room. Ken and Daddy’s eyes never left me as I walked up to the bed, bent over, and set my paper cup on the nightstand. I was really enjoying my newfound power over men.

Bill Peters – The Portrait Shoot

The Churches weren’t much help either. Just when the opposition was starting to coalesce, some high-profile preacher’s daughter would show up at school with fresh cum stains on her O-blouse, and he would quickly drop out of his leadership role.

Our own church had a new “Solomon’s Daughters” organization designed to supervise girls during their early sexual experience, but even through Jill wanted to join I was concerned that the orgies should be limited to high school age girls, even if they were open to all. Even True Love Waits, which was still designed to promote virginity until marriage, had a new offshoot called Oral Promise. It made that promise a lot more fun to keep.

I didn’t recognize Jill when she walked back into the room. A little tart had gone into the makeup room, a beautiful, sophisticated woman came out. Here was a vision of what my little girl might look like on her twenty first birthday (if she was a stripper by then). Until now I’d been worried about my daughter. Now I began to worry about the erection that was starting to fill my slacks instead.

“Wow”, said the photographer, and he spoke for me. Jill brightened even more; it was as if the sun came out from behind a cloud. She stopped, put a hand on her hip, and slowly swayed her hips under that tiny black skirt. Her top fell off her right shoulder, but it was pulled down far enough in back to cover both her tits. Barely. I found myself starting to regret that.

Jill’s Portrait Shoot

“OK, honey” Ken took charge. “Stand right there in front of the bed and let’s get started.

“Love that smile [FLASH]. Both hands on your hips now [FLASH]. Stick your right foot forward and give me a pout [FLASH]. Beautiful! Shake your head so your hair falls over your shoulders [FLASH]. That’s right [FLASH]. Smile again [FLASH]. Now look right at the camera and lick those lips [FLASH]. Delicious! Drop your right arm and show us your boob [FLASH]. Wow. Hot!”

“Just a minute”, I said. I reached for the cup on the table, pulled out the ice, and held it against my tit [FLASH]. My tittty popped out and I switched my blouse to uncover my left tit [FLASH]. My right one poked out through the material. “Gorgeous”, said Ken. [FLASH]. “Now take it off [FLASH]. Wonderful! Put your hands behind your head. Take a deep breath and push them way out!” [FLASH]. [FLASH]. This was fun!

For the next few minutes Ken kept pushing for hotter and sexier poses. I was a little scared, but Daddy didn’t stop me so I just did as I was told. Before I knew it my top was on the floor and I was on the bed. The camera clicked away, and my little skirt was up around my waist. I even started to play with myself, when suddenly Ken said “Mr. Peters, I want to get you into the picture. Move over to that easy chair while I set up the lights.”

Bill Peters – Reflections

Her legs haven’t changed. They’ve always been long. Coltish. Maybe it’s the platform shoes. “Fuck me” shoes. God help me. I swear half her body is legs. And that gorgeous little pussy right at the center of it all.

She isn’t awkward in those platforms anymore. Her natural grace is taking over. The girl can dance. A ballerina. A stripper. Not a slut. My daughter is not a slut.

What does that mean, a slut? Why is the word for a sexually enthusiastic female dirty?

OK, I’ve always been a tit man. Small. Perky. Young, budding breasts. Lovely, hard little nipples. Why haven’t I ever noticed before? She’s becoming a woman. Alright then, a slut. She might be good at being a slut. Why should I stand in her way?

Those legs aren’t womanly yet, just long. Still, they’re meant to be wrapped around a man’s shoulders. That pretty little bubble-butt is sure filling out under that mini-skirt when she turns in profile.

Oh no. Her blouse slipped. That is the most perfect little breast I’ve ever seen on a woman. Or a girl becoming a woman. Look what that hunk of ice did to her tit. Half an inch long at least.

She is not a slut. A thirteen year-old girl is still an innocent angel no matter how she acts and no matter what society tries to do to her. The Program. Ophelia Sorenson. Raging hormones. This pornographic photo studio right here in our neighborhood mall. Girls her age are what grown-ups make them. Grown-ups? Parents. Right now could be a turning point in her life. Right now she needs me to be her father; to take her by the hand just like I did at “Girlie Pop” and march her out of here. Take her home. Give her a chance at growing up to be a decent young woman, not a slut. I owe it to her.

God. Just look what she’s doing now.

“Mr. Peters, I want to get you into the picture. Move over to that easy chair while I set up the lights.”

Now what? It’s as hard as steel. They can’t help but notice when I get up.

Fuck it. I’m not missing a chance like this.

Jill’s Lap Dance

Daddy seemed to be in a daze. He got up and followed Ken’s instructions just like I did. Ken handed me a little transparent teddy from the prop closet and I slipped out of my skirt and into it. It left my pussy bare and my tits covered only by pink, transparent gauze.

“Alright Mr. Peters, we’re ready to start. Jill, go sit on your father’s lap.”

Every time I sit on my daddy’s lap, even when I was a little girl, he puts both my legs to one side and won’t let me sit on top of his penis. This time I wasn’t having it. I put one leg on either side of him and arched my back, putting my butt right in the middle of his lap. He was hard! There was no way I could miss the stiff rod between his legs sticking up almost to his belly button. I trapped it between my cheeks and rocked back and forth, stroking my ass up and down my Daddy’s cock 🐓. He grabbed my waist and tried to hold me still, but a moment later I heard him moan deep in his throat, and the hands on my waist started to guide my butt up and down his dick [FLASH]. I looked straight at the camera and smiled. This was my first lap dance, and I was doing it to my own Daddy!

I twisted around, still grinding my butt against him, and kissed him full on his lips. I felt his mouth open and his tongue come into my mouth. Ken kept snapping away, so I turned slightly to give him a better shot of my bare pussy 🐈. I felt my daddy’s hand cup my breast, and twisted back slightly so it would show in the photo, too. I wasn’t thinking anymore, I was just letting my pussy do my thinking for me.

The hand on my breast started pinching my nipple, and I lost control. I slide off my Daddy’s lap onto the floor without being told and scrambled around in front of him on all fours. I reached for his belt. His knees came apart and I knelt between them. His eyes opened, and with a fevered look he reached for the back of my head. I barely had time to unzip his pants before he forced his dripping cock into my mouth. I didn’t know until later that the photographer had taken his camera off the tripod and moved around to my left side, where he was still snapping away, recording every moment of our first sex act.

I had never had a grown man’s cock in my mouth before. I opened as wide as I could, but I gagged as the head hit the entrance to my throat. He pulled back for a moment, and I looked up at him pleadingly. I thought he was going to let me catch my breath, but instead he thrust forward again, holding the back of my head with both hands, and his cock slid right down into my throat! I gagged again, but as he pulled back I was amazed to feel my pussy explode in an orgasm of fireworks that would dim the fourth of July. It was weird, because there was nothing touching my pussy at all, and yet she was cumming like crazy just because I had my Daddy’s cock down my throat!

He knew it, too. He kept thrusting away, forcing his little girl to deep throat, then at last holding me at the summit of my orgasm while we both lost track of reality. He didn’t take his turn until he knew that I was well and truly satisfied. Then, just as I felt his first spurt way down my throat, he pulled out his massive cock and delivered two more in my mouth before spewing the rest of his huge load all over my face, hair, and shoulders.

Epilogue

Bill Peters

I still question the wisdom of “The Program”, but is has taught me one important life lesson. A baby daughter is the best thing a man could ask for. She’s a joy to care for and protect, but the day will come when nature takes its course and your little girl becomes a young woman.

It’s hard to give up being her protector, but there’s no stopping time. The only real choice is whether to fight the inevitable or help it along. Jill was always an angel, but deep down inside that angel’s pussy were budding feelings which were always going to make her a slut. You can hold her back a while, but all you achieve is to take precious time away from your little girl and leave her lonely and frustrated when she could be happy and fucking. I’m just glad I was there to help her find fulfillment.

Jill

And that’s the story of how my Daddy taught me how to really suck cock and made me the most popular girl in seventh grade. After his monster cock it was easy to take any of the boys in school deep down my throat. I won’t say that I haven’t had other older men, but my Daddy never touched me again after that day.

“Sears Portrait Studio”

Middle School Orientation - Part 3: A Present for Pickles