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Sophi(e)
by Shockshock8 (shockshock8@gmail.com)

***

Sophi gets rumbled, but her Daddy makes it okay. (Mg, 
ped, inc, mast)

***

The love of my life is my daughter, Sophi. She insists 
on spelling her name Sophi now, without the 'e'. I don't 
know what that 'e' ever did to her, but as far as she's 
concerned, it's gone. It was Sophi, though, who brought 
tears to my eyes the first time that I saw her, newly-
born and still coated with a thin layer of her mother's 
insides, and made me a believer in the concept of love-
at-first-sight. 

Sophie who'd scuff her knee at little league practice 
and wouldn't stop crying until I had kissed it better. 
Sophi who would wake up in the middle of the night, 
climb out of her bed and into mine, and lodge herself 
firmly between my wife and me, her head against my chest 
until morning. I still saw the 'e'. I hope she'll 
forgive it one day, for whatever it has done.

But that's Sophi for you. She's headstrong, stubborn 
even. It can be hard for me to see it, she's a daddy's 
girl through and through, but I've heard stories. She's 
12 now and has started middle school. Her knowledge of 
the world is expanding. 

She writes, she has a diary she keeps religiously, and 
reads for pleasure as well as school. I'm really 
starting to enjoy our conversations. It's a pleasure of 
parenting that I hadn't anticipated, but it's become a 
real joy. She's thoughtful and considered and is eager 
to learn. I'm excited about the woman she'll grow into.

She's pretty too. I see her with a father's eyes and 
think she's the most beautiful thing in the wide world, 
but I can distance myself and see her as the rest of the 
world does. She's going through changes, of course, and 
some of her girlish cuteness is being lost, but I see 
signs that her current awkwardness is making way for 
real grace. She has a ballerina's body, blonde hair and 
blue eyes. All of which she got from her mother.

I'm troubled though. Conflicted. I'll tell you why.

***

It was a week or so ago. Last Thursday, I think. I'd 
just gotten in from the office, hung my coat on the 
stand by the door, kicked my shoes off and checked the 
mail while I made myself a cup of coffee, when I heard 
Sophi crying upstairs (her room is directly above the 
kitchen). 

I took my coffee with me and went to see what was wrong. 
As it happens, she wasn't crying. I knocked at her door 
before turning the handle and letting myself in and 
found her naked on her bed, breathing heavily and 
scrambling to pull her duvet over herself, and having 
some difficulty as she'd been on top of it.

I blurted out an apology and quickly went back the way 
I'd come, closing the door behind me. I stood with my 
back to her door in the hallway, my mind racing through 
a hundred different thoughts and not settling on a 
single one.

I hadn't seen her naked in, what was it, two years? 
Three? It had happened quite naturally; once she was old 
enough to bathe herself, she did. She had developed in 
the intervening years, however many there had been. In 
the momentary glimpse I'd gotten I couldn't help notice 
her breasts (small as they were, they had definitely not 
been there the last time), puffy nipples the colour of 
strawberry candy and the small fuzz of light pubic hair 
which had caught the late afternoon light slanting in 
through her window.

'Daddy?' I heard her say through the door. It had only 
been a few seconds.

'Yes?'

'I'm sorry.' Her breathing was still heavy and her voice 
was thick, but she sounded so sad.

'No, honey, I am. I shouldn't have burst in like that.'

'It's okay, Daddy. Come in.'

I opened the door ajar and waited. 'Are you covered?'

She giggled, 'I am.'

I went in. She was sitting up on her bed, the duvet 
wrapped around her. She'd patted down her hair, but it 
was still messed up. She looked more adult than I'd ever 
seen her, and then she wrinkled her nose and grinned and 
she was my little girl again.

'You're blushing!'

'I am?' I laughed, feeling my cheeks with the back of a 
hand. They did feel hot.

'You are! Why are you blushing?!'

'Well,' I started, and laughed at myself for being 
flustered by a twelve year old girl. 'I saw you naked, 
sweetie! It's been a while.'

I sat down at the foot of her bed and she scooted over 
to me. As she settled she gave a sharp intake of breath 
and her eyes closed and mouth opened involuntarily. Now 
she was the one blushing.

'Are you ok?' I asked, a grin forming. She was sitting a 
little awkwardly now. Her legs were folded under her and 
I couldn't tell for sure since she was wearing her duvet 
like a tortilla but I got the impression that her butt 
was raised off the bed.

'Mhm,' she squeaked, biting her lower lip and looking 
anywhere but at me. 'How was your day, Daddy?'

'It was fine...' Here hands were clasping her duvet 
extra tight, even though the thing was quite loose 
around her. 'Just another day at the office.'

I could feel the bed starting to tremble ever so 
slightly and a frown was forming on her brow.

'Baby, is something wrong?' I asked, moving my coffee to 
my left hand and putting my right on her cheek, turning 
her little face towards me. As I did her legs quivered 
and gave way and her butt landed on the bed. Her head 
rocked forward into my hand, her eyes squeezed closed 
and she gave out an extended 'ungh' sound that was 
unmistakable. She's just cum.

I sat beside her unable to move, my hand still on her 
cheek. She was breathing hard now. Panting. Little 
shivers, aftershocks, were going through her body. For 
the first time since I entered her room the unmistakable 
scent of pussy wafted up to me. My eyes scanned the 
room. The blinds were lowered nearly all the way, 
letting only a narrow shaft of light into the room, 
which so happened to fall on a pile of clothes on the 
otherwise neat and tidy floor, her school uniform. 

Beside the bed were a pair of cotton panties, which 
looked wet. My little girl was masturbating and I'd 
walked in on her. Not only that but I'd seen her orgasm. 
Suddenly my own embarrassment made way for sympathy. 
Poor thing must be so much more embarrassed than I was.

'Oh honey, it's ok.' I said, stroking her cheek with my 
thumb, trying to calm her. Her eyes were still closed 
and her head face down. 'You don't have to be 
embarrassed, baby.' I leaned over to put my coffee on 
her desk across the room and then sat back down. She 
shuddered again and doubled over. I had to hold her by 
the shoulders to keep her from tumbling off the bed.

'What's going on, honey?'

'It's in me, Daddy,' she gasped. 'I can't...'

I looked down her back to where the duvet was lifted 
above her butt and saw what had happened. A thick round 
object was stuck most of the way inside her. It must 
have been partially inside when I interrupted her, and 
when she'd lowered herself onto the bed, well, in it 
went. Had I thought things through I probably wouldn't 
have, but my parental instinct kicked in and something 
was causing my little girl discomfort, so I reached down 
behind her.

The object was wet and I had to struggle for purchase, 
but I grasped it around the base and eased it out of 
her. She came again, moaning, and the vulgarity of the 
situation hit me like a freight train. The smell of her 
pussy was overwhelming now. The air was saturated by it. 
Her little asshole was staring at me in the face. She 
reached between her legs and clasped a hand over 
herself, holding it there as she climbed the heights of 
her latest orgasm. 

I put the thing I'd taken out of her to the side and 
pulled the duvet down to cover her naked rear end. She 
rocked back until she was upright and I pulled her into 
a hug. 'Oh, Daddy...' she cried, and leaned her head 
against my chest. 'It's all right, baby,' I said, 
stroking her hair as the last waves of her orgasm 
subsided and she collapsed against me.

We sat like that for a while, maybe as long as five 
minutes, without saying a word. I just held her and 
stroked her hair, like I had a thousand times, her head 
against my chest, her breath deep and slow. My hand, the 
one that wasn't stroking her hair, the one that had 
pulled that thing out of her, was still damp, the 
fingers sticky with her. That was new.

After a while she looked up at me, her face questioning, 
wondering how I'd react. I smiled down at her.

'How are you feeling, sweetie?'

She grinned, relieved, and blinked slowly. She looked 
like she'd just woken up. 'All better,' she giggled.

'You know, I never expected to see you do that, let 
alone sit next to you while you did.'

'I didn't either!' she said, in exaggerated surprise. 'I 
love you, though, Daddy. Thank you for holding me.'

'You would have fallen flat on your face if I hadn't. 
That must have been quite an intense feeling you were 
having.'

She nuzzled back into me, her head against my chest. 'It 
was,' she said in her little-girl voice. The one she 
only used with me, usually only at bedtime, when I 
kissed her goodnight. 'Most intense ever, actually.'

'Really?' I asked, also exaggerating my surprise, 'So 
that wasn't your first time?'

She looked up at me, a glint in her eye, and then shook 
her head and said 'No.' Then added, 'But it was the 
first time I put something...' She giggled and leant her 
head to the side, all coy and cute. 'You knowwwww,' she 
said. 'You saw.'

I laughed. 'I did.'

'Well then. Yep. I hadn't done that before.' She sighed, 
dreamily. 'It was nice.'

'Clearly! Where did you get it? That...' I glanced 
behind me to where I'd tossed it, and then froze. I must 
not have looked at it when I'd pulled it out of her, 
because if I had, I wouldn't have gotten such a shock 
this time. I know exactly where she'd gotten it.

Sophie giggled. 'Well... I found it in mom's closet.'

Yep.

It had been a Valentine's Day present a couple of years 
back. I had been away a lot that year, back and forth to 
Hong Kong with the company, and thought my wife could do 
with a little something to keep her occupied at night 
while I was away. I'd taken her out to dinner in the 
city, where I gave her a necklace she'd pointed out to 
me a couple of months previously, and then took her back 
to a suite at the Ritz-Carlton, where I have her a 
dildo. And it wasn't just your everyday dildo. I'd had 
it made special. Custom made. 

And the worst part? I'd modelled for it. I'd heard about 
it from a buddy and thought my wife would love it so I 
booked an appointment, went alone to this little 
apartment in the village, laid face down on a table with 
a round hole where you'd think it'd be, and had a mold 
made of my erect manhood. I was pretty proud of the 
result and my wife did love it. 

Every time I went away I'd call her from my hotel room 
and she'd use it while we had phone sex. I'd thought it 
had been a fantastic idea. Until now, that is. Until 
right about the time my twelve year old daughter found 
it in the shelf at the top of my wife's closet and put 
it inside herself. Now it seemed like a pretty dumb 
thing to have done.

I stared at it, speechless. The replica of my cock, 
glistening with my daughter's cum, lying there on her 
Hannah Montana bed sheets, a damp smudge on Miley 
Cyrus's cheek. Sophi had already outgrown Hannah Montana 
and I wished I'd gotten her some new bedding.

'What, Daddy? What is it?'

I snapped out of my trance, closed my mouth, and looked 
at her. 'Er...'

She laughed, got up in my face and, holding her duvet up 
with one arm, wrapped the other arm around my neck. 
'What!?' She knew something had surprised me, and I 
wasn't cross with her so she knew she wasn't in trouble, 
and she was in a playful mood. That meant she was going 
to get it out of me, and we both knew it. 'What is it? 
Tell me!' 

She moved over, straddling me, and bounced up and down - 
completely innocent move on her part, she'd done this 
her whole life and had only recently gotten a little too 
big for it - and it was only then that I noticed I had a 
hard-on. A big-time rock-solid hard-on. 'Tell me!' she 
giggled, having a whale of a time. That fact that she 
was naked (and wet) under her duvet was not lost on me 
as her butt repeatedly landed on my lap.

'Sophi,' I laughed. 'Quit it, baby.'

'Uh-uh, not until you tell me.'

'Ok, ok...' I relented. There was no sense dragging this 
out. 'Here.' I put my hands on her waist and helped her 
scoot off of my lap.

She turned away as she repositioned herself on the bed 
and I quickly adjusted my hard-on, moving it into a less 
obvious place in my pants. And then I was faced with the 
dilemma of whether to actually tell her what had shocked 
me or not . I thought of lying, making something up, but 
that didn't sit well with me. I had made a conscious 
effort to be honest with my daughter for her whole life, 
and that wasn't a habit I wanted to break.

'Wellllll?' she said, loving how flustered I'd gotten. 
It was a side of me she rarely saw.

'Sophi, baby, that...' I motioned to the dildo. Her eyes 
darted over to it, and the redness returned to her 
cheeks. 'It's a model of... a replica...' Man, this was 
tough. 'It's a model of my...' 

Without thinking I motioned to my hard-on, and then 
cringed almost instantly as Sophi's eyes followed mine 
and found my cock straining against the material of my 
pants. She gasped. 'I had it made for your mother, for 
when I was away on business.' I went on, completely 
embarrassed. I looked at Sophi and saw a slight 
subconscious licking of her lips - which was shocking in 
its own right - her eyes still on my lap. Then her eyes 
widened and she put a hand to her mouth and looked away.

'Yeah,' I said. I looked away too.

There was a moment of silence, which lasted just a few 
seconds but seemed much, much longer to me, and then we 
both cracked up. She fell back on her bed laughing and I 
did the same. The absurdity of the situation had gotten 
to us both. We laughed and then laughed some more, 
before relenting. Sophi ended up lying on her back with 
her head on the pillow, I was beside her. 

'Are you going to tell Mom?' she asked, idly fiddling 
with the dildo with her outstretched fingers.

'No,' I said. 'That's too complicated a conversation. 
Are you?'

'No way! Don't you think I've had enough embarrassment 
for one day?'

'I suppose you have, yeah.' 

Another moment of silence passed before I moved to get 
up.

'Daddy?' she said. I was leaning up on my elbows.

'Yeah?' I said, looking down and back at her, wrapped up 
like a burrito in her duvet. I could still smell her in 
the air, a sweet scent. I had to resist the urge to 
inhale deeply.

'Can I keep it?' She bit her bottom lip and looked down, 
a guilty look, but then she found the will to look up at 
me, straight in the eyes. 'Can I?'

I thought about it. Since I'd had the dildo made I'd 
been promoted and didn't have to travel for work 
anymore, and so it had been a long while since my wife 
had needed it, which was why it had been stowed away in 
the closet instead of in its old place in my wife's 
underwear drawer. She probably wouldn't miss it. But 
then the other issue presented itself. The one which 
went something like this: is it ok for your daughter to 
be screwing herself with a replica of your cock? 

I could lie, but you'd probably be able to tell. I'm not 
going to. I liked the idea. Hell, sitting there on 
Sophi's bed, my cock was still hard, straining 
desperately to get out of my pants and into the pussy my 
body knew was nearby by the smell in the air and the 
thoughts coursing through my brain. My eyes went back to 
the dildo and my daughter's fingers toying with its 
head. 'Just don't let your mother find it.'

'Really?!' she squeaked. 'Thank you, Daddy!' She sat up 
and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my cheek again 
and again. 'I love you so much,' she said, reaching for 
her new tow. She held it in her hands and her eyes fell 
to my lap, my cock making itself very obvious. 'Is it 
really just the same as this?' she asked, knowing she 
was being naughty but risking it anyway.

'Mhm,' I said, simply. With both hands on the dildo her 
duvet had slipped and the tops of her breasts, down to 
her areolas, that strawberry candy color, were visible. 
I couldn't look away.

'Is it really...' she went on, her face flushing, 
'this... big?'

'It's just the same,' I said, as her duvet slipped to 
her belly, the full cup of her maddeningly perky little 
breasts now exposed, her nipples perfect and 
unblemished, standing at attention. The dildo was seven 
inches long, not that big in the scheme of things, but 
still above average.

Her breathing was ragged now and she looked up at me 
with a look of such pleading.

'Daddy!' she cried.

'Oh, baby. You're really horny aren't you.'

'I neeed it,' she was cringing as though in pain.

Again, if I'd thought it through I probably wouldn't 
have, but my parental instincts were kicking in. My baby 
wanted something so badly and she should have it.

'Oh sweetheart,' I said. 'It's yours. Go ahead.'

She sent me a look of such gratitude as she leaned 
forward - the duvet falling away behind her, revealing 
her taut belly, her creamy inner thighs and that small 
fuzz of blonde hair where they met - but she blindsided 
me by reaching for my lap instead of the dildo. 

She pulled down my zipper with one hand and reached 
inside with the other, impossible if I'd been wearing 
jeans but quite easily achieved because of the thin 
material of my suit. To say I was shocked would be an 
understatement. A huge understatement. My mind was 
blown. Couple that with how horny I was and the sweet 
smell of clean fresh pussy I was breathing in and I was 
momentarily close to being catatonic. I'd never seen my 
daughter as she was then. Her eyes were so filled with 
lust that they seemed wild. 

I felt her hand move under my cock and her little 
fingers wrap around the shaft. She pulled it out of the 
zipper and the relief was amazing. I hadn't noticed how 
much tension had built up over the time I'd spent in her 
room this afternoon. She moved her hand up and down the 
length of it, studying. 

'It's not exactly the same,' she breathed, leaning over 
it until I could feel her breath on the tip when she 
spoke. 'The skin moves... and it's so warm...' She 
continued stroking it, 'and it's so hard... and so 
soft...' She giggled at the contradiction and then blew 
my mind again by taking my cock into her mouth.

Her tongue was exploring, swirling around the head, 
darting under it and flicking while she sucked. I can't 
remember what I was thinking, it's very likely I wasn't 
able to think at all, but I remember what I saw: her 
breasts hanging down from her slender ballerina's frame 
and keeping their shape completely, those strawberry 
candy nipples; her left hand in a tight fist, her 
fingers entwined in my pubic hair; her eyes, her brow, a 
look of such concentration; her entire head bobbing up 
and down taking me as far into her mouth as she could 
and then shallower movements as she sucked extra hard on 
just the head. 

I remember the sounds too, so explicit: slurping, 
sucking, my little Sophi moaning. I could have cum on 
more than one occasion, but I forced myself not to. 
Maybe that was a line I didn't want to cross, maybe I 
just didn't want it to end, maybe all or none of the 
above.

She stopped and opened her eyes, beaming up at me and 
wiping the spit from around her mouth on her arm. I must 
have beamed back because she crawled up the bed and 
kissed me. Hard. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and 
it was all I could do to shove back with mine. It was 
overwhelming. She kissed like a girl possessed, a girl 
who had learned to kiss from movies and late-night TV. I 
was getting drunk from it. 

It was heady, like red wine. I only vaguely felt her 
straddling me, reaching back for my cock, still slick 
with her spit, and positioning it. It was a distant 
notion, like a song playing in another room. Her kiss 
was all encompassing, until I was inside.

'No,' I gasped into her. But it was done. Our hips met 
and fell in love. I could have pulled her off me and 
ran, but I didn't. 'I love you,' I added.

'I love you,' she breathed, raising up from me and 
thudding back down. 'I love you too, Daddy.'

Her pussy was heaven, even as it sent me to hell. The 
tightest I ever had, it felt designed for me, built to 
find every nerve of my manhood and set them alight. So 
tight. So tight. She was cumming. I could feel it. A 
shudder racked her spine, she bit down on my bottom lip, 
a guttural groan escaped her throat, and she squeezed, 
squeezed, squeezed!

And that was it for me. No strength of will, no force my 
mind could muster could hold it back. I came and filled 
her cunt with shot after shot of cum. Still she rode me, 
still she squeezed, still she rose up and thudded back 
down, and every last drop I had inside me went into her. 
And then it was done.

She collapsed on top of me and the two of us stilled, 
our breathing heavy and in sync, still joined, her 
insides still pulsing around me, her head on my chest. I 
found that my hands were on her hips. I moved one to the 
swell of her ass and rested it there. The other idly 
stroked up and down the length of her back. I could feel 
goose bumps rising there. 'What have we done?' I asked. 
My eyes on the ceiling. 

She lifted her head and found my eyes with her own. 
'Made love,' she said simply. I agreed. Her belly 
rumbled, and as if in reply, mine did too.

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If you enjoyed this story, tell me how at shockshock8@gmail.com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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