Copyright © 1999, Frosty. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Friday AM, January 15, 1999 Without the written permission of the author and during 120 days after the above mentioned date of first publication this story may be downloaded uniquely for your private use. After the limit date mentioned, the story may be freely distributed on condition that this notice remains attached, but not for profit, and providing the usual precautions have been taken to prevent it being read by unauthorized persons, especially under age children, or by people who might be offended by its contents. The author may be contacted by emailing [email protected] or [email protected]. A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: sarah.txt http://www.mrdouble.com The silence of the house was broken only by the soft snore of her father. The lower light level made it impossible for Sarah to see into his bedroom tonight, it was pitch black in there. Sarah saw this as a good thing and a bad thing. He wouldn't see her if she disturbed him, but then she wouldn't be able to what she was doing, she'd have to rely on touch. Dropping to her knees she nudged the door open with her head and crawled into the room, stopping only to push the door closed behind her, before going deeper inside. She stifled a grunt of pain as she bumped into the hard end of the bed then readjusting her direction, crawled alongside it. It took her a moment to decide she was in the right position, then slowly rose to her knees, resting her elbows lightly on the side of the mattress. Her fathers softly rasping snores signalled that all was Ok ad she hadn't woken him. Sarah slowly walked her fingers across the bed. It was strange not being able to see what she was doing, relying completely on touch, but it did seem to heighten her senses. She soon found that the quilt was down around her daddy's waist. She'd hoped that maybe he'd kicked it off. She also noticed tiny increases in temperature as her hand stole closer to him, something she realised she probably wouldn't have done if she could see what she was doing. When her fingers finally made contact with bare skin, Sarah stopped and held her breath, listening for any change in her father's breathing, but nothing happened. Her hand trembled as she let her fingers glide softly across his belly, searching for something that would indicate just where her hand was. It was the indentation of his tummy button that gave her the clue. With the utmost care the little girl eased her finger tips under the edge of the quilt, feeling it's weight press her hand down harder against her fathers skin. The air was almost alive with the tension she felt, and she shook like a leaf. Until last night she'd never have dreamed of doing something like this, but what she'd seen had piqued her curiosity to such a degree she could hardly help herself. She knew her father always slept naked, he'd done so for as long as she could remember. It was one of the reasons she was here now. Whenever she'd seen him getting out of bed, his thing had been hanging down. She wanted to know now how it got to be like she'd seen it. Her heart-beat doubled when she felt an increase in the density of the hairs beneath her fingers and she held her hand still for a moment, scared to go any further for fear of what she'd find. It felt like hours before she finally plucked up enough courage to explore further. Taking a deep breath she pressed on, her hand descending along her fathers torso millimetre by millimetre. She gasped loudly, then clapped her free hand over her mouth as she felt something infinitely warmer and softer brush against her finger tip. It was almost hot to her touch, and soft, softer than anything she could think of. With her fathers unbroken snoring still ringing rhythmically in her ears, Sarah started exploring what she'd discovered. It was just as she'd seen it on may occasions, although it was lying to the side rather than hanging straight down. The skin seemed to move about over the top of something firmer inside. Gently she took it between her finger and thumb, squeezing it at centimetre intervals along its length. It was like a soft sausage and Sarah had to stifle a nervous giggle at the thought...Daddy had a sausage between his legs. Maybe that's why Pip had had it in her mouth...cos it was like a sausage. Sarah almost laughed out loud at the scene that her mind pictured, then became quiet again when she realised how much trouble she'd be in if her father woke up and found out what she was doing. With her heart pounding so loud she was sure it would wake her him, she let her fingers slip still lower until she was prodding the soft hairy bag of his testicles. This was the bit she'd seen swing back and forth between her daddy's legs while he was pushing his long thing in and out of Pip. She couldn't think what they were for, but it felt kind of nice feeling them. It was as if there were two funny ball things in there that moved about as she poked at them. Satisfied she'd explored them all she could she lifted her hand back up to her father's flaccid cock. This thing was far more interesting she decided, it changed shape and stuff. Gently she slid her thumb under it and wrapped her fingers over the top. It was kind of cute really, she thought, all soft and floppy. Gently she ran her hand along it, running her fingers along from where it joined his body to the wider bit she felt at the other end, feeling the soft outer skin moving about, then slid it back again. She did it again. It seemed to be longer this time, in fact she was sure it was. And it didn't feel as soft now, it was getting firmer, more rubbery to the touch. She did it again to make sure. It twitched in her hand like it had a life of it's own. She loosened her grip slightly, ready to pull her hand away, but nothing happened, her father still slept peacefully, if a little noisily. Her hand moved again. So that's how it happens, Sarah thought, feeling the thing nesting in her hand start to push her fingers apart. She squeezed it again. Her fathers breathing stuttered for a moment then became steady again. His thing was still growing though. She tested it's length again and found that it was longer still, almost two palm widths long, and fatter too, much fatter. She could hardly touch her fingers around it now and it was trying to push upward instead of lying to the side. Pete groaned in his sleep and thrust his groin upward. Sarah snatched her hand away, startled by the movement for a fraction of a second. Holding her breath she waited, her tiny fingers hovering just above her daddy's cock. She remembered how Pip had moved about in her sleep and wasn't sure if her father was going to wake up or just move a bit. When his snoring returned she got her answer. Sarah let her breath go with a relieved sigh and lowered her hand. It was gone, her fathers cock had disappeared. It took her a second or two to realise what had happened, and she found it again, only this time it was standing upward, pointing toward his chest. It had changed a lot while she wasn't touching it. It was now real thick and long, almost touching his belly button, and sticking out from under the quilt. She wished it had been lighter I the room so that she could see it. Slowly she traced her finger along the underside, feeling it throb along the bulge she felt. She'd expected it to be all smooth, Like a broom handle, but it wasn't, it had all raised bits and bumps and stuff. It almost felt like a tall rubbery mushroom she decided, when her finger found the ridge below the head. Following the flange of his cock head she ran her finger around under it, then softly stroked over the smooth rounded bit at the top. Something slippery wet her finger as she found the little slit at the very top. Yuck....what's that? Sarah muttered under her breath, wiping her finger in his pubic hair. Maybe he peed a bit. It didn't feel like pee though, not her pee anyway. Then she remembered what she'd found between her own legs, and what it had been like when she touched Pip. In the darkness she blushed as she thought about what she'd done to Pip while she'd been asleep. She didn't feel so bad about it when the slippery stuff stuck to her finger again, working out in her mind that it was just like her own slippery stuff. Curiosity was getting the better of her now. She wanted to learn more. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft again she worked them slowly up and down the length of her father's cock, just like she'd seen Pip do, her thumb brushing back and forth across the wide rounded dome. The oily stuff was coming out even more now, coating her palm. That made it even easier to slide hr hand, just like her own had made it feel better while she rubbed herself...Maybe that was the idea of it, she thought. Her fathers snoring stuttered again, but Sarah hardly noticed, so engrossed was she with what she was doing. The tingly warm feeling between her legs was also occupying her mind too. It had started when she realised she was doing what she'd seen Pip do, and had got stronger by the minute. Guessing that the slippery stuff was coming out because it was feeling good to her dad made her cunny itch even more. What else had she seen Pip do, she thought. Let her daddy stick his thing in her hole....but Sarah wasn't even going to contemplate that. She was much smaller than her friend was down there. She'd seen Pip put it in her mouth though. But she wasn't sure she liked the idea of that either. Maybe she could just lick it or something...maybe just press it against her lips. It took her quite a time to convince herself. It was as if there were two people inside her head. One telling her to do naughty things, the other telling her not to. In the end the naughty one won. Raising herself higher on her knees she was able to carefully lean across the bed. It was a bit of an uncomfortable position, and most of her weight was now pressing down on the mattress, but she could just reach. She could sense her head was hovering near her hand. Pursing her lips she lowered her face a little, inching it down bit by bit.........and kissed the back of her own hand. Sarah giggled quietly to herself. Her heart had missed a beat for a second as she felt something touch her lips, before realising it was her own hand. Again she tentatively lowered her face. The musky odour of her father assailed her senses. It was one of those smells that brought back memories, Memories of being much younger when she would climb into bed with him and snuggle down. It was a feeling of warmth and contentment. This time her pursed lips touched something hot, something that wasn't her own hand. The tingling in her groin grew a little stronger, the warmth a little more intense. She dared herself to hold her lips against her daddy's thing...What was he'd called it?..his cock. Just saying the word to herself made her blush hotly...It must be a naughty word, she thought. It moved in her hand. Sarah brought her head back shortly, but not before her fathers cock had moved against her bottom lip. Automatically she licked her lips, her taste buds experiencing something she'd never tasted before. It was her daddy's slippery stuff she realised. The taste was very subtle, hardly there at all, but noticeable all the same. Sarah listened hard for a few moments, checking her fathers breathing, then leant forward again. She found the mark first time, pressing her pouting lips against the smooth round crown of his cock. Her tongue darted out then back, barely she'd brushed him with it but again that scent and taste assaulted her. Getting bolder she pressed her tongue against the soft smoothness, then licked slowly across it. A soft whispered moan startled her for a second but there was no movement, nothing to tell her her daddy was awake. Parting her lips still wider she pursed them against the end of his cock, her head almost lying on his belly. The tip of her tongue slid slowly back and forth across him, dipping into the tiny slit at the very top and collecting the oily fluid that seeped out. Without thinking, Sarah carefully climbed to her feet and pressed one knee into the mattress, easing herself closer to him. Seconds later the other knee joined the first and she was kneeling beside her fathers outstretched body. Her hand had pushed the quilt down beneath his balls and now held his cock vertical. It all seemed to happen by itself. She had no recollection of doing it but there it was, thrust up toward her face. She tried to recall what Pip had done. Opening her mouth wide she shaped her lips into a wide O and eased them over the fat plumb on the top of her daddy's cock. It took several attempts but after getting it wet with her saliva, Sarah managed to get the whole thing in her mouth. She was very careful not to scrape him with her teeth, for fear of waking him, but she'd done it. Imitating Pip she started moving her hand up and down a little, squeezing softly at the same time. It was kind of nice. It didn't taste bad or nothing, just felt kind of...well...Nice. It seemed to throb in time to her father's heartbeat and it moved in her hand, like it was alive. Pete's deep breathing had become faster, and a series of soft, almost sighed moans escaped his lips. Sarah was oblivious to it though, too caught up in what she herself was doing and feeling. She was doing just what she'd seen Pip do now, bobbing her head rapidly up and down the swollen column of flesh. Her tongue was exploring it too. It was completely different to what she'd expected, although she really didn't know what to expect. The touch of something against her bottom startled her into squealing around the cock filling her mouth. Oblivious to everything around her she'd not noticed the slight movement of the bed, nor the change in her fathers breathing, so when his hand gently cupped her rear she nearly jumped out of her skin. Pete felt the soft silky material under his fingers. Christ she'd looked so sexy when she came down the stairs wearing it, and the way she'd posed at the bottom it was a wonder his daughter hadn't been pushed from where she sat between his knees. "MMnnnn. That's nice Pip" Pete groaned, squeezing the soft round ball of her bottom a little harder. Sarah was terrified. Her daddy had caught her sucking his cock....He'd kill her, thrash her backside red raw and lock her in her room until she was an old lady. His words went unheard, lost in the panic she felt. She wanted to run, flee the room and bury herself under her quilt and hope it was all a bad dream. "Lick it Pip, god that's so good" Pete muttered, thrusting his hips a little higher. Sarah heard that though. He thought she was her friend Pip, didn't know it was really Sarah. The child saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe she could make him think it was Pip, then get away. The hand on her bottom slid down the back of her thigh. Gently it caressed her, the fingers curling around to stroke the inner surface. She couldn't help but moan in fear, and maybe a little nervous pleasure as a finger grazed across the panty clad lips of her cunny as they bulged out between her thighs. "MMMnnn Wet and ready Huh Pip?" Pete whispered feeling the dampness that had soaked the crotch of the child's sheer underwear. His finger pressed the material between the hairless lips and rubbed at her tiny excited clitty. Her daddy was touching her, rubbing her where only her own fingers had ever been. Her breathing became laboured as the tingling between her thighs grew even stronger. It felt better than her own fingers, but it was scary as well. Another hand touched the back of her head, pressing her mouth down still further on the straining column of flesh between her lips. Sarah sucked harder without conscious thought. Her head jerked back as the fat dome pressed against the entrance to her throat and she heard her father chuckle and press down again. She fought against him, trying to lift off him but he was too strong. His fingers between her legs made her feel still weaker. She gagged as the cock head wedged in her throat, the muscles contracting around it. Her father groaned loudly and bucked his hips up again, thrusting himself into her inexperienced throat, the constrictions sending waves of pleasure through his groin. "Damn that's good Pip...a little more...just take a little more Honey" His hips jerked again and Sarah thought she would suffocate, her windpipe completely blocked by her fathers penis. Sarah's hand convulsively tightened on his cock, squeezing it in an attempt to pull herself free. "Oh Fuck yeah...squeeze it Pip...shit here it comes" The torrent of sperm that spurted down her throat took Sarah completely by surprise. She felt it and tried to swallow but her daddy's cock was in the way. "Fuck girl...you are fucking fantastic" Pete groaned feeling the child's throat muscles massaging him, teasing the seed from his balls. A spastic shudder ran through him jerking his cock from the tight confines that trapped it and suddenly letting his daughter breath for a moment. Sarah coughed and panted as another hot wet fountain of cum erupted in her mouth, spewing from the end of her father's cock. Pete held the back of his daughter neck in one hand his hips bucking up and down with each jet of cum. She struggled against him but was unable to get away. Resigning herself to it in the end she held still and let him fuck her mouth, her head bowed over his crotch and her lips tightly wrapped around him. When he finally stopped and released her she pulled her head away and sat on her heals panting, trapping her daddy's hand between her legs. It seemed like he lay limp and panting for ever, the only measure of the passing time being the coughing and spluttering of the child kneeling beisde him, as she tried to clear her throat. He knew he'd been a little rough with the child, but the little slut loved it, and it certainly turned him on. He always felt guilty afterwards though, wanted to hold her and reassure that he wasn't doing it out of malice. Well, not this time anyway. Last night had been different, he told himself. Reaching down he pulled the still gasping and spluttering child toward him, laying her unresisting body on top of his, his slimy, wet cock trapped between them. Softly he stroked her hair, kissing her gently on the shoulder as she snuggled against him. His other hand stroked her back, his finger-tips running up and down the ridges of her spine. Slowly she relaxed against him. "Mnn that was good Pip. Did you enjoy it?" Sarah panicked. She knew if she spoke he'd realise who it was and she'd be in BIG trouble. Silently she nodded her head against her father's shoulder. "I thought you would" Pete chuckled as his hand slid still lower along her back and cupped her small warm bottom. Sarah lay still. She hoped he'd go back to sleep now, let her escape before he realised who it was. She hoped he'd think it was all a dream in the morning. The hand on her bottom felt nice though. She liked the sensations of his finger as it traced the crease between her buttocks through the sheer panties she still wore. It was then that she realised what had happened. Her daddy thought she was Pip because of what she was wearing. She also realised that if she kept real quiet he wouldn't guess who it was. A little more confident now, Sarah wiggled her hips slightly against his hand, silently signalling how nice it felt. "Like that Huh?" Pete chuckled, pressing the material deeper between the firm young cheeks of her rear. Again Sarah said nothing, just nodding her head slightly. Pete slid his other hand down her back, cupping a buttock in each and massaging them softly, before slipping his hand under the elastic leg bands. He loved the feel of her tiny bottom, the way each half nestled so perfectly in each palm, while his finger-tips could reach what was between and below. The middle finger of one hand slipped lower. With almost imperceptible touches he stroked lightly along the oily folds of her bare vagina, feeling her tremble as she lay on him. A finger of his other hand dragged through the deep cleft of her bottom, slowly working deeper and deeper until it brushed the puckered bud of her rear. Sarah couldn't stop the soft moan that welled up from within her. Her own fingers had felt good, but were as nothing compared to what her daddy was doing. When he touched her bottom hole she thought she was going to cry out it felt so good. "Like that too Huh?" Pete whispered, his finger-tip swirling around the rim of her anus, feeling it clench and tighten. Sarah nodded again, lifting her rear against his teasing digit. Pete slid the finger lower, stroking it through the slimy crease of her cunt then brought it back to her bum. Gently he pressed the slippery finger against her puckered opening, easing it slightly into the contracted passage, and grinned as he heard the child whimper and press back at him. He was going to stick his cock in there soon, he vowed, feeling the narrow channel tighten on him. The little slut would tear his cock of with those muscles, he thought to himself. Despite her fear Sarah found herself enjoying everything her parent was doing. It was hard to keep quiet and not let him know who it was, but it felt so good. Far better than her own fumbling touch. Her tiny body responded eagerly to her father's fingers, her tiny, pale pink nipples hardening and pressing against his chest, whilst her lower body arched back against his hands. The digit in her rear probed still deeper. It didn't hurt, but it did feel strange. It wasn't the stretching that made her feel funny, it was the way it moved, wriggling about inside. When the fingers of his other hand made contact with her special place she thought she was going to explode. Her daddy's fingers knew just the right places to touch and rub, and Sarah found herself spreading her legs still further, opening them in an invitation to him to touch her more and in every little nook and cranny. Her young body craved something, something she didn't know about or understand, but she knew there was more. She felt empty inside, wanted her daddy to do more things but didn't know what it was she wanted. An insistent movement beneath her awakened her to the fact that his cock was hard again. She lay directly on top of it and it jerked against her tummy, responding to each tiny movement she made. She wanted to giggle as a mixture of pleasure and fear washed over her. She was also becoming more confident in her ability to trick her daddy, to make him think it was Pip he was with. She wanted to learn all the nice feelings that Pip seemed to know, experience all the things she'd seen Pip do. If Pip could do them so could she. As the feelings inside her grew, Sarah responded more, and the more she responded the more her father did to her. She felt the touch of his finger against the opening between her thighs and stiffened. Her own finger had felt good, but two had hurt. Her daddy's fingers were thicker than hers......would it hurt again? She gave a sigh of relief as the digit slid away again and concentrated on her clitty. Maybe she didn't want to do all the things Pip had done. Surely the big think her daddy had would tear her in half if he tried to get it inside that little hole. Pete pulled the child atop him further up his body, sighing with relief as his reawakened erection slid from under her and lay pointing toward her naked, unsullied little cleft. Pip was unaware of what he'd done, just that the thing she'd had pressing against her belly was no longer there. Content to just let him touch her she slipped her arms under his neck and cuddled herself down against his strong warm body. Pete resumed caressing her rear and fingering the slippery little slot between her legs with one hand, the other reached lower and massaged his raging erection. Sarah's wriggling and tiny movements slowly moved her back down her daddy's body. She wasn't aware of the position she was putting herself into, nor even that she was actually doing anything at all, But Pete didn't understand it that way. In his mind she wanted something more, and was trying to move deliberately down toward it. Gripping his cock just below the swollen mauve dome, and parting the plump slippery lips of the child's immature cunt, Pete rubbed their two parts against each other. Moving his hips just a fraction he let the bulbous head of his penis slide back and forth along the moist groove of the little girl's sex, coating himself in her abundant juices in the process. Sarah was in heaven, with each little movement her daddy made he ran what she thought was still his fingers back and forth across the tingling sensitive spot she'd found last night. Softly she moaned her pleasure against her father's ear. Pete grinned to himself. She sure was a hot little number, he thought, always ready and eager to please and enjoy. Pressing a finger against the underside of his cock he pushed the throbbing head closer to the tiny entrance to her body, deliberately rubbing his cock head against the small aperture. She felt just as tight as she had last night, maybe even tighter if that was possible. She damn near cut the blood supply to his cock of then. Gently he rode the youngster's copious lubricant, sliding himself back and forth across her erect and quivering clitty, his cock head bumping softly into the shallow indentation that marked her virgin channel. "Does that feel good Pip?" Pete whispered to the moaning child. Sarah didn't need to worry about speaking this time, she could hardly remember who she was, let alone speak. The insistent grazing of the bumpy shaft of her dad's cock across her clitty was sending her brain soaring. She could feel the nice feeling in her groin building higher and higher, swelling like a balloon inflating in her tummy. She was beginning to learn what this meant, and knew that if he carried on she'd "go off" again. she so wanted that to happen, to experience the feeling that her body was exploding into a million little bits of light. Moaning her assurance that she certainly was feeling good, Sarah wriggled her hips as well, signalling her please with her young body. Pete stiffened for a moment as he felt her wriggling back against his cock, and knew what she wanted. With deadly accuracy he brought his blunt cock head into line with her opening, then pressed it against her. With one hand pressed against her lower back he steadied his cock, holding it against his daughters virginal entrance. "You want this Sweet heart?" Pete whispered eagerly, "you want this Huh?" Sarah wanted the nice feeling to continue. She was so close to getting that real good feeling. "Uh Huh" she grunted. Nodding her head against his shoulder she began pressing down against her father's penis, eager to have it sliding across the special place again. "Here it comes then, ready?" Sarah nodded vigorously, and waited in anticipation. The pain that stabbed through her crotch was like nothing she'd ever felt before in her short life. "DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Pete was so caught up in the sensations of thrusting himself deep and hard into the little girl that the words in her squeal were lost in the rushing of his blood. He felt the little girls finger sink into the flesh of his shoulders but took it as a sign of pleasure. His second thrust took him fully into her body, and the second squeal of his daughter's pain finally drove through to his brain. Like he'd been hit with a hammer, Pete stopped all movement, his cock buried ball deep inside his little girls squeezing belly. "SARAH???" He gasped, his hands still cupped tightly around the quivering balls of her little bottom. "Hurts daddy...sob... hurts bad..." Pete wasn't sure he was hearing right. He shook his head and asked again. "Is that you Sarah? The little girl lay on top of him sobbing. Her hands had left his neck and were now thrust under herself, her fingers cupped around the pain wracked joint of their bodies. Pete was stunned, his body refusing to respond to his brain's commands. His cock felt to so good wedged so tightly inside her that it over rode all rational thought of pulling out. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight against him, rocking the sobbing child from side to side as he tried to work out if all this was real, or just a dream. All that ran like a looped tape through his mind was the thought that it was Sarah his own little girl he was fucking, that had swallowed his cum not half an hour ago and was now laying with his cock buried inside her small body. The selfish, newly discovered part of his mind took over from the more rational side. He'd been taking sidelong glances of his daughter all evening, measuring her against her sexy little friend. There was hardly anything to choose between them apart from the fact that Pip was a sexual little slut, while his own child was as innocent as the day she was born. He found that alluring though. There was something enticing about being her first, taking his own daughters cherry. The fact that he'd also discovered that little girls were a big turn on for him made it even worse......Or better depending on the way you looked at it. And the way he had found himself looking and thinking about her during the day had been quite a shock to him. On too many occasions he'd found himself trying to conceal the swelling that bulged the front of his trousers. He even found himself lying in bed, cock in hand, wondering what the differences would be between the girls bodies, and trying to remember the last time he'd seen Sarah naked. All these thoughts flashed through his mind in a split second, and he found his cock throbbing eagerly inside her as she sobbed. Even that was turning him on, the little jerking movements she made as she drew each breath sent a new wave of pleasure through his groin. Almost disgusted at himself at his lack of will power, Pete drew his hips back a fraction, hearing his little girl gasp at the resurgence of pain, then pressed forward again, retaking the small amount of ground he's lost. Sarah moaned again, whimpering as the swollen length of cock stretching her open scrapped across her torn hymen. "Shushhhhhhh Princess" Pete soothed her, his hand stroking the back of her head, "It'll stop hurting in a moment" "Hu-Hurts daddy" The child groaned against his ear, her face buried in the crook of his neck. "I know baby girl, but it'll get better, I promise" Slipping his free hand down his front he brushed hers aside and cupped his fingers over the burning mound of her mons. Curling his middle finger under her he pressed it between the gaping lips of her hairless nine-year-old cunt and brushed the tip across her tiny sensitive clit. Sarah drew her breath in sharply, and so did her father. The sudden rush of sensations as he stroked her special place made her internal muscle clench still harder, the contraction threatening to strangle his cock. Another involuntary muscle spasm made her father's hips jerk and Sarah felt the thickness pressing against her belly button. It was a split second before she realised that it hadn't hurt that time. She still had a deep dull ache inside her, throbbing and burning, but the sharp tearing sensation had gone away. Pete took another tiny tentative thrust inside his daughter's body. She didn't struggle this time, nor cry out, just lie passively along his body. Pete cupped his hand under her chin and turned her face toward him. He couldn't see her but his fingers could feel the wetness of her big wet tears. "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I really am. You know daddy would never hurt you deliberately don't you?" He felt her pause for a moment, considering his words, then nod. "Good girl. Now give daddy a big kiss" The kiss was totally different to that of her friends. Pip had been taught the finer arts, but Sarah had never kissed another person in anything but a friendly way. Her tiny inexperienced lips pressed n a pucker against her daddy's. Even that was a turn on for her parent. Knowing that he was not only the first to fuck her sweet sexy little body, but the first to ever kiss her like a lover. Cautiously at first he let his lips part a fraction and felt Sarah pull back nervously. His big hand cupped the back of her head to restrain her, and pulled her close again. This time he let his tongue slip between his lips and tickle against hers. Again she tried to pull away, not understanding what he was doing. "It's OK Sarah, don't be frightened I won't hurt you again" Pete spoke into the darkness. Gently he urged her head downward again, their lips making intimate contact. Sarah didn't fight her father this time. Her trust, although dented by the pain he caused her, had not been broken completely. Nervously she let him part her lips with his tongue, a thrill running down her spine as she felt it seek out her own tongue and swirl around the end of it. Tentatively she pressed back against it, not knowing if it was the right thing to do or not, and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from her father. As Pete kissed his own child, his hips started a gentle rhythmic rocking. A fraction of an inch was all he moved inside her but the increase in passion of her kiss told him that the pain she'd felt was ebbing away. She wasn't ready to press back against him yet, and he understood that, but the fact that she wasn't now crying, nor even showing any signs of real pain was a good omen. He knew that even if she'd resisted him he was going to take, and damn the consequences. He was far to excited to stop now. Sarah broke the kiss first and her father didn't prevent her. She 'd taken the lead from him and learned to breath through her nose, but the tension building inside her was too much for her to continue. The savage pain of her deflowerment had slowly washed away, was even forgotten for a little while as her daddy kissed her. Now it had been replaced with something else. The feeling of the big fat cock inside her was replacing the pain with something else. It wasn't exactly pleasure yet, but it didn't hurt so bad now, more like when you scratched an itch for a little too long. She lay as still as she could, savouring the new sensations. Her father's fingers still stroked and caressed the tiny hard nub between her legs, his touch sending little tentacles of fire licking through her groin, but it failed to start the blaze she'd experienced earlier. The fear of the pain returning was distracting her, as much of the slight discomfort she still felt at being penetrated so deeply. It felt as if something had bored into her, and was now butting against the inside of her belly button. Her father's voice, sounding loud in the dark, almost silent room made her jump for a second. "Can you get your knees under you sweetheart?, lift yourself up a little" It took Sarah a second to work out what he was saying, her mind a jumble of thoughts and sensations, then she did as he asked. She flinched slightly as she felt him bump deeper into for a moment, then sighed with relief as she took some of the pressure from his chest and raised herself, the thickness wedged inher slipping slightly from inside. "Is that better Princess?" Pete asked, knowing it would be. "Yes daddy" Sarah responded, whispering almost shyly. "Good, now give me another of those super sexy kisses" Slowly Sarah lowered her face toward where she knew his would be, and pressed her full pink lips against his. She didn't hesitate this time when she felt her father's tongue slip between her lips but opened them and let him in. She did flinch though when she felt his hands cup the twin halves of her rear, and the column that was so tightly gripped in her abused little passage started to move. She soon discovered how much better it was now she was kneeling astride him though. He didn't go so deep inside her and by moving her own hips slightly she could even control what he did a bit, lifting herself if he threatened to go too far inside, or lowering herself if it felt better when he did. It was happening by instinct, she didn't wasn't even aware she was doing it until something felt good or bad. And to her delight most of it was feeling good. The warmth was building inside her again, spreading out from where the long hard length of her daddy's slowly sawing cock rubbed against her insides. If she concentrated real hard she was sure she could feel the knobbly bits along the side of her father's cock, and the big fat vein that ran own it. She could definitely feel where the dome mushroom shaped bit joined the rest of it, because that was the bit that was spreading her open the most, pushing apart the moist pink folds inside her. Again she was the first to break the kiss. Even breathing through her nose she felt as if she was going to suffocate, couldn't get enough oxygen into her lungs. She felt her father move beneath her, his cock almost slipping from inside her and found herself panicking, not wanting to lose it, but he stopped before it happened, and carefully pressed back inside her. The next sensation to assault her young body was something warm and wet attacking the tiny buds on her chest. A whimper burst from her lips as her fathers mouth encircled the non-existent breast and sucked softly on her nipple, his lips squeezing it and his tongue flicking back and forth across it's sensitive surface. Sarah's whimpers turned to moans. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled her father's face tighter against her chest. The trembling in her tummy grew still higher, and her inexperienced young body pressed back eagerly at her daddy's increased thrusts. She knew now what the empty feeling she'd experienced earlier had been signally, and now it was getting what it wanted. Her body, if not her mind had known what it wanted. Her hips and movements where no longer passive. Eagerly she returned her father's thrusts, eager to have him deep inside her again. Even the dull ache when she pressed herself down too hard against him was welcome, and enjoyable. Sarah's young juices ran freely from her now, a sign to Pete of the pleasure she was feeling. Within her his cock moved smoothly. Her newly opened channel still gripped him in an almost painful embrace, but he could feel the rippled walls fluttering around his cock, massaging him as if urging him to deposit his seed deep inside. Redoubling his efforts he transferred his lips to her other tiny nipple and laved the flat of his tongue across it's sensitive surface, feeling the surrounding flesh tighten and pucker as the tiny bud erected. His hand slid between her thighs again, her straddled legs giving him greater access to the widely split crease between her thighs, and teased her clit. Her body shuddered at his touch, the rhythm she'd developed faltering. He heard her breathing almost rasping in her throat as the fire within her flared still higher. He knew he couldn't last much longer, was in fact, amazed that he'd gone this long buried in her immature young body, but the signs were starting. The tingling in his balls and at the base of his slime covered cock were growing stronger, the involuntary contractions that made him swell still thicker inside her all pointed toward his imminent climax. Reaching behind her he slid a finger into the deeply cleft valley between her buttocks and lightly touched her anus, feeling it contract tightly as she gasped her pleasure. His daughters hips jerked down against the probing finger tip as if inviting it eagerly inside, and Pete didn't disappoint. With a single swift movement he impaled the child's anus, burying his wriggling finger deep into the heated depths of her rectum. Sarah thought the top of her head had just exploded. The finger penetrating her bottom, stretching the narrow passage, sent a shock wave of intense pleasure surging through her small undeveloped body. Without warning the bubble inside her had suddenly expanded and burst, sending her mind spinning. Her slender body stiffened, pulling her up to kneel erect over her parent's body. Her movement ripped her nipple from where he'd been nibbling it gently, the slight pain making the feeling even more intense. She sat down hard on the cock wedged inside her, forcing it to penetrate her depths still further, ramming it into places it hadn't yet touched, and the blossoming flower of pain it caused threatened to make her black out with pleasure. She wasn't silent either. She thought her lungs would burst as the scream of pleasure ripped through the quiet house. Beneath her, Pete was in a similar situation. The tingling in his balls had grown to a point where he could no longer hold back. The feeling of his daughters cunt clamping down around his plunging cock was more than he could stand. Grabbing her hips as she jammed herself down on him he held her tightly against his groin and let his cum flow freely. The violent contractions in his balls sent the seed flooding up from his balls to fountain deep inside her, spurting hard against the tiny opening to her cervix. He groaned deeply, his hips jerking spastically, and his hands pulling her still harder against himself, grinding his pubic hair against the soft bare lips of her baby cunt. The muscular ring that guarded the entrance to her young body gripped the base of his cock like an over tight elastic band, sucking him and holding him as he flooded her immature womb with his hot wet seed. With a final exhausted whimper, Sarah collapsed on her father's heaving chest. She lay limply along him, satisfied to allow him to hump wildly against her still. Seconds later he fell still, panting and gasping for air on the bed. Sarah could still feel the odd twitch and jump of her daddy's cock inside her, but was too tired to react to it, happy to just feel another new sensation. She now had an idea why Pip liked it so much, but wasn't sure she could go through the pain she'd first felt, again. But then surely it couldn't hurt that much every time, or no one would want to do it. It was all very confusing to the little girl. "Are you OK Sarah?" Her father's voice asked. Sarah could hear a note of concern it. "Yes daddy" Sarah whispered in reply. "It felt good after-after it hurt" "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't even know it was you. I thought-thought...." Pete's voice trailed off. "You thought it was Pip. I know. I saw you last night" "But- Why did you come in here Sarah?" "I was curious daddy. It looked like fun, you and Pip where making noises like you both enjoyed it. I-I saw your thing and it was all big and,- and I 'd never seen it like that and-and. But it hurt daddy. It hurt a lot" Pete lay silently for a moment, his mind churning over what his little girl had just said. Finally he spoke. "There's things you don't know about Pip, honey, she has secrets she hasn't told you. Pip's done it before, with a man-Understand?" Sarah shook her head. She didn't understand. She thought Pip was her best friend and now she found that Pip had secrets. Pete carried on. "It only hurts the first time, and then only a little bit if the man is gentle and the girl is a bit more grown up. I wasn't gentle Sarah because I didn't know it was you, I thought it was Pip, especially with you wearing her nightdress" "We swapped when we went to bed daddy. I said it was pretty but that you wouldn't let me have one. Pip said I could wear it because she could wear it anytime" Sarah told him. " But why does it have to hurt the first time?" "Well. Like I said. I wasn't gentle. The other reason is because you were a virgin...that means you hadn't done what we did. You'd never had anything inside you down there" Pete tried to explain and ended up giving his nine-year-old daughter a brief but fairly graphic anatomy and sex education lesson. Although curious about what her father was telling her, by the time he'd finished her eye-lids were drooping and she was missing every forth word. Eventually she heard nothing more. She woke briefly when something warm and wet, a wash cloth she discovered later, bathed and cleaned her, soothing her still aching little slit. Part Two Chapter one. BBBRRRRRRRRrIIIIINNNNGGGGGGG BBBRRRRRRRRrIIIIINNNNGGGGGGG. The shrill sound of the phone ringing brought a curse from Pete, and a giggle from Sarah. "Why does it always ring in the middle of my dinner?" Pete muttered under his breath as he rose from the table. Pip had almost finished her meal by the time he came back and sat down again. His face radiated happiness though. "Who was it daddy?" She asked. "Weeelllllll. It was Pip's mum" A grin creased his face as he saw the curiosity on his daughters pretty face. "She's invited us over there for a meal. Sort of a thank you for letting Pip stay over the other night" Sarah's face lit up at the thought of going over to her friend's house for the evening. Although Pip was a regular visitor to her house, Sarah rarely went to Pips house because of the hours her mother worked. "Great...when?" "Tomorrow night. Which is handy because you don't have school on Saturday and we don't have to worry about getting back early" Secretly Pete was even more pleased than he let on to his daughter. He'd found himself thinking more and more about Jean over the last couple of days. She was an attractive woman there was no doubt. Great figure too. Most guys would have found her a little petite for their liking he guessed, but he loved slender women. She was young too. Only being in her twenties, unlike his nearly forty. He also liked the perverse idea that he would be sitting down to a meal with the woman who's nine-year-old daughter he'd recently fucked. He found that over the week since the episode with Pip, then the mistaken identity of his daughter, his mind was becoming more perverse than it'd ever been. New thoughts, some of which even made him blush, kept creeping in. Maybe they weren't really new, just a re-emergance of what he'd been like before he started spending so much time alone, before his wife left. Sarah too had noticed a difference in her father. He was treating her more grown up, not like a Six-year-old anymore. He was letting her stay up later and had even offered to take her shopping for some new clothes, something he'd not done in ages. Oh, she'd had new stuff, but only when needed. New school uniforms and stuff like that, not nice leisure wear. "How about we go shopping in the morning...get you something nice to wear, me too for that matter.....sound good" "Yeah" Sarah cried eagerly, bouncing a little on her chair. Pete grinned at his daughter's excitement. He'd seen a big change in her since last weekend. She'd suddenly grown up, or at least he was seeing things he'd not noticed before. Her tender young body was the first thing he noticed. Things had been a little strained the night after their first accidental encounter. It had been difficult for the pair of them to look at each other in the morning. Pete was scared Sarah would feel bad toward him, and he felt ashamed of what he'd done. He was also sure that Pip knew what had happened between him and his daughter. She'd given him some very knowing looks, but had said nothing. Sarah had walked a little gingerly the next morning too, but then to get fucked as hard as she had, it was only to be expected. He hadn't had a chance to talk to her because Pip was always about, but once Jean had picked Pip up, thanking him profusely for looking after her, he managed to get a shy little girl talking. Yes she was sore, even bled just a little, but she wasn't upset with him, just a little embarrassed. She seemed more worried about what HE thought of HER for sneaking into his room, rather than what he'd done to her. He even felt guilty assuring her he didn't think any less of her, and wasn't angry about it. The rest of the day was spent talking about sex and relationships and especially the need to keep it a secret. Sarah liked the idea of it being a secret, even from Pip. She felt like she was getting her own back on her friend for keeping secrets from her. Pete was amazed at how resilient Sarah was. He suspected that most girls, especially of her age, would have been running to the cops, ringing help lines, or at least trying to get their mother to take them away. Sarah did none of those things, just cuddled lovingly against him on the sofa while he explained it all. And as for understanding what he was saying. She took in every word, even asking him for more detail when she wasn't sure about something. Sarah was dazed at the intricacies of adult relationships, but thought it was stupid that kids weren't suppose to know about sex and stuff, nor practice it. It was fun, and even though it had hurt real bad to start with she liked it at the end, and understood why Pip had done what she did. She just wished Pip had told her about the sex stuff. She might still have done what she did, but she'd at least have known what to expect. Eventually, Pete had finished, his last words being that, "Again" he was sorry for hurting her and that he'd never touch her again if she didn't want him to, and that he'd understand why. As his voice had trailed away, everything said, Sarah turned herself around and scrambled to her knees beside him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him toward her and pressed a kiss against his lips. This time it was her turn to surprise her father. Tentatively she opened her mouth and wriggled her tongue between his lips. Pete responded after his initial shock by slipping his hands around his daughter's waist and holding her tightly. The second surprise he got was when she released him with one arm, reached down to grip his wrist, and pulled his hand between her thighs, pressing it palm up against the crotch of her shorts. She flinched at the first touch, her poor bruised pussy sending a sharp wave of pain through her, but she didn't pull away, just held his palm softly cupping the bulge between her legs. Pete drew in a deep breath through his nostrils at his child's actions, his cock immediately swelling and pushing the front of his trousers out. He didn't try to squeeze or otherwise fondle her, realizing she was still sore, but he did enjoy the heat he could feel through the thick material. The third and almost biggest surprise was when she let go of his hand, once she was sure he would keep it where it was, and slid her now free hand into his lap and gave his fully hard cock a squeeze. "Y-You don't have to do that sweetheart" Pete whispered as he broke the kiss and looked into his daughter's big blue eyes. "I know" Sarah replied straight faced, "But I want to" Tugging at the zip, pausing only to push her father's hand out of the way as he tried to help, the little girl haltingly dragged it down, then grinning mischievously at him slid her hand into the gap she'd opened up. Pete groaned softly as he felt his daughter's hand scrabbling about inside, her fingers brushing against his erection as she worked her fingers under the waist band of his shorts. Finally she managed to wrap them around him and giggled as he groaned a little more urgently, his hips lifting and pressing himself harder in to her palm. "It's ever so hot daddy, and it moves about by itself, sort of jerks" Pete leaned back against the sofa, his eyes closed and grinned at her inexperience, and the sound of awe in her voice. "That's because it likes what you're doing, likes the feeling of being touched and stroked" This time, when Pete dropped his hands and unbuttoned the waist of his trousers, spreading them wide, Sarah didn't stop him. Her heart beat faster, thumping in her chest as she realized that she could now extract him completely. She'd felt him, in her hands and between her legs, Even had him in her mouth, but because it had been dark she'd not actually seen him properly. With a gentle flick of her wrist she pushed his underwear down without letting go and stared in fascination at the long hard rod she had clenched in her hand. "Oh WOW" Sarah muttered under her breath, hardly believing that this great big thing had actually been inside her. Pete chuckled, as he watched his daughter's face. Hearing his soft laughter, Sarah turned to look at him, blushing as she realized he'd heard what she'd said. "But it is" The child retorted indignantly, "No wonder it hurt. It's huge" "It's not that big princess, it just seems it, You'll find out when you get older. It's just average" Sarah looked at him as if he'd gone nuts. They couldn't be bigger than this surely. Dropping her eyes again Sarah stared at the angry mauve coloured crown at the top. A little clear liquid was bubbling up from the little slit at the top. "Is that the stuff that squirts out daddy?" "No sweetheart. That's just slippery stuff. Remember what I said about it making it go in easier, like the stuff that makes you slippery" Sarah blushed at the thought of her little bare cunny getting all slippery, then wriggled her hips a little realizing that she was already getting a little wet down there. "Yeah, I remember now" She giggled. She also remembered what he'd told her about oral sex, and how men really like it. Without prompting, and realizing it wasn't something she needed to ask if she could do, She swiveled herself around and lowered her head over her fathers upright penis. Pete's eyes opened wide when he felt the warm wetness slide up along the underside of his cock. He was about to speak when their eyes met and Sarah grinned up at him. His eyes opened still wider when she opened her mouth wide and enveloped the head of his throbbing hardness. Sarah would have laughed at his expression if her lips hadn't been stretched so wide. With tentative exploratory movements she stroked him with her tongue, wriggling it into the folds his foreskin made and lapping at the underside of the flanged dome. Pete dug his fingers deep into the cushion on either side of him, fighting to hold himself still and not thrust himself down her throat. The fact that his own little girl knew what she was doing, and doing it willingly thrilled him immensely. He never dreamed she'd do anything like this. Pip was another matter. Pip was a kiddy slut of the first order, but his own sweet almost innocent daughter was something else completely. Leaning further over her father's erection, the child pushed her head down still further, taking him deeper into her mouth a millimeter at a time until she felt it touch the back of her throat. She knew she could take him still deeper, she'd already done it, if not willingly at the time. But her throat was still a little bruised from its previous encounter. Slowly she bobbed her head up and down, imitating the movement her father had made when he'd fucked her mouth. Her hands gripped him tightly rubbing up and down, and protecting against any sudden thrust he might make. Today was her turn to learn and enjoy, and at the pace she wanted. Pete was in heaven. The warm wet suction that surrounded his cock was fantastic. Sliding a hand slowly down his daughters slender back he cupped it over the out thrust bulb of her firm bottom and squeezed gently. Sarah wriggled back against it, telling him how nice it felt. Slowly he slid his hand back up to her lower back, then eased his fingers under the elastic waist of her pretty lemon coloured shorts. His daughter wriggled even more when she felt his fingers slide under her panties as well. Fortunately for him, the shorts were pretty old and the waist had become quite loose allowing him to reach right around beneath her rear. The softness and smoothness of her young flesh made his cock stiffen still more if that had been possible, and for several minutes he was content to just stroke and caress the pliant skin, before dipping a finger into the crease that separated the small halves. Sarah's little body rocked back and forth as she slurped wetly on the fat spongy head of her father's cock. She was quickly learning why Pip liked this too. It didn't stimulate her directly, but the feeling of it sliding in and out, and the musky taste it exuded made something inside her tingling little cunny feel nice. It was sort of like knowing you were going to get something and the anticipation that gets you excited. She knew that if her poor abused little cunny hadn't been so sore she would have wanted, and got, something. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted and her breath drew in sharply as she felt her daddy's finger working deeper into the deep valley between her buttocks. She moaned softly around the swollen column of flesh that stretched her lips when the questing digit slowly circled the puckered bud of her bottom hole. She'd never felt good in her bottom when she touched herself, but the feel of her father's finger made the tiny pink opening clench tightly then open wide. It was like a little mouth pouting toward it, trying to suck it inside. When the finger slipped a little lower and touched the raw, bruised lips of her hairless little pussy Sarah yelped and pulled away sharply. "It's alright Princess, I know you're sore. I wont hurt you" Pete whispered assuringly. Sarah relaxed a little. She was still wary, but she held her position as her father lightly stroked her, soothing her. His finger was soon coated in the thin slippery oil that leaked copiously from within her, at which point he returned his attention to her puckered anus. Gentry he massaged the bud, spreading the slippery fluid generously around the opening, then slid his finger-tip just inside, fucking it shallowly. The child again moaned around the hardness in her mouth, the efforts of her slavering tongue doubling. "That's it Sarah, suck it sweetheart, suck daddy's cock for him. Make him shoot his load in your sweet little mouth" Pete moaned, resting his free hand on the back of her neck and urging her up and down on himself. Sarah did as she was instructed, her cheeks hollowing as she pumped her hands and lips up and down it's turgid length. The finger that slowly worked deeper and deeper into her spasming rear passage made her suck harder still. It was as if it was forcing the air from her lungs and she needed to fill them again deeply. "Gonna cum princess, daddy's gonna shoot...Suck it...Drink daddy's cum...oOOOOooHHhhhhh YESSSSSSSSS" Pete's hips bucked uncontrollably. Even the grip his daughters little hands exerted weren't enough to hold him from pressing deeper in her mouth. Pete felt the sensitive dome of his cock bumping firmly against the entrance to her throat, and with a final chest rumbling groan of pleasure let his cum wash over him. Sarah vaguely remembered what was going to happen next and started swallowing in anticipation. Her tongue slithered along the underside of the straining hardness, teasing the hot flood of sperm she knew was going to spit at her, up from his balls. Even her anticipation didn't forewarn her of the actual quantity of seed that suddenly erupted in her mouth. It hit the back of her throat with such force that she felt her head jerk back. Frantically she started gulping the sticky white fluid down, trying hard to keep up with each new spurt that pumped into her mouth. Even so, she wasn't fast enough and she soon felt a warm trickle run down from the corner of her mouth and hang like an icicle from her chin. Pete gasped loudly as he felt the muscles of her throat massaging the tip of his cock. He wasn't actually fucking her throat, he wasn't that deep, but the movement still rubbed across his cock head. He's had his hand ready to restrain her should she try to pull away, but it hadn't been needed. His own Nine-year-old daughter sucked and swallowed eagerly without his urging. He could even hear her soft gulps as she forced the thick cream down her throat. The coolness of her little hand suddenly cupping his balls made them contract even harder, jerking them up against his groin as they expelled the last of their load. Slowly his body relaxed again, slumping against the back of the sofa and his chest rising and falling rapidly as he regained his breath. Sarah continued to suck softly on his rapidly deflating penis. It fascinated her the way it shrunk. One minute it was this long throbbing thing, stretching the corners of her mouth and bumping against her throat, the next it was this warm soft thing, all slippery and floppy. She was even able to get the whole thing in her mouth when it had gone soft again. Slowly she massaged the pulpy mass with her tongue, sucking and lapping away any remaining traces of her father's seed, then let it slip from between her lips to lay coiled like a short fat snake, in his dark pubic hair. Straightening she knelt up and turned to face her daddy. "Did I do it right?" Pete looked at her questioning face. A long string of silver white still hung unnoticed from her chin, swaying slightly as she moved. Two little bubbles of a similar colour and consistency beaded the corners of her mouth. "It was the best, Princess" Pete grinned as he reached out with a finger and scooped the dangling strand and held it against her lips. Without even thinking, Sarah opened her mouth, sucked the cooling gobbet of sperm between her lips and swallowed it. "Better than Pip?" Sarah asked, blushing as she did so. "Much better. But don't tell her. She'll get jealous" He watched as a wide happy smile lit up the child's face, then pulled her toward him and hugged her tight. "You're the bestest little girl in the world, and daddy loves you more than he can tell you" "There's no such word as Bestest daddy" Sarah giggled as she corrected him. "I know. But your still it and if I say there is, there is...OK?" Sarah nodded her head happily, snuggling down in her father's arms and resting her head against his chest. "Can I sleep with you tonight daddy? I don't want to sleep alone, can I Huh? Huh?" Pete thought about how nice it would be to have something soft warm and loving to nestle up against. "Ok then, but let's not make it a habit Huh? You're still a little girl and we don't want people to find out or anything OK? "I'm not a little girl daddy" Sarah pouted, giving him a very indignant look. "I know that. You know that too, but we don't want everyone else to, do we. Look at how well Pip has kept her secret" "I guess" Sarah admitted ruefully, then turning on him asked "But what is Pip's secret?" "I think you better ask her Sweetheart. If she wants you to know she'll tell you..But don't pester her" Sarah gave him a disappointed look then nodded her head in agreement, and snuggled down again. "How about we have an early night? Then we can be up nice and early to go shopping and still have time to come home and see what the clothes look like on." Pete suggested, the idea of snuggling up in bed with his little girl becoming more appealing by the moment. Sarah nodded her head eagerly and sprang off the sofa. "Come on then slow coach" The child squealed, grabbing her father's hand and trying to pull him to his feet. "Whoa there. Go take a shower first smelly, while I lock up and turn the lights off" "I'm not smelly." His daughter giggled, then dashed away as he reached for her. Pete sat on the sofa and listened to the thump of her feet as she rushed up the stairs excitedly. "What have you got me into?" He asked quietly as he looked down at his still wet and slippery dick. Shaking his head he climbed to his feet and went about the chore of shutting the house down for the night. By the time he'd finished he heard the shower water stop, and as he reached the top of the stairs he caught a quick glimpse of his daughters naked little bum disappearing around the side of his bedroom door. Her embarrassed squeal echoing through the quiet house. Chuckling to himself he deliberately avoided looking into the room as he passed it and headed to take his own shower. For a long time he stood under the warm powerful jets, letting his body soak. It all seemed to be happening so fast and he wasn't sure he was in control anymore. In fact it seemed as though another naughty little nine-year-old, Pip, was directing things, and she wasn't even here. Still He did have a great deal to thank her for, especially if she really didn't know what had happened on the second night. He'd have to give her a special thank you, when he next got her alone. The thought of the what he'd do to thank her started a new train of thought, and his body started showing obvious signs of responding. "Down boy" He growled at his groin before turning to carry on with his wash. Once dry he smiled at himself in the mirror as he found himself putting a splash of aftershave on. Now that's something I've not done in a long while. Again he shook his head in a mixture of wonderment and exasperation. As he reached his partially open bedroom door he heard a cute little giggle from within the room. Pushing the door wide he looked toward the bed. All that could be seen of his daughter in the soft light from the bedside lamp, was from the tip of her nose upward, framed on either side my four fingers that held the quilt in place. "Are you under there?" Pete chuckled. "Uh Huh" A little voice giggled, the top of the head bobbing slightly. Naked as usual, Pete padded to the side he normally slept on and pulled the covers back to climb in. Sarah held the quilt tight up around herself until he slid in then turned on her side toward him. Pete reached across expecting to feel the soft material of his daughter's night-dress, but instead made contact with warm bare skin. Sarah flinched away from him, yelping loudly. "Your hands are cold!!!" "Where's your night-dress then, Pete grinned, watching the anticipation on his child's face as he feinted toward her again. "You don't wear any so I didn't" She grinned, forcing herself to be still as she saw his hands approach again. She shuddered as his fingers made contact with and gripped her around the waist, pulling her small warm body closer to his. She didn't even complain as he held her tightly against himself. Lowering his head he nuzzled his face against her hair. "Love you Sarah" "Love you too daddy" Sarah whispered back as she wrapped her thin arms around her father's broad chest and hugged him. The incestuous couple lay silently for a long time, arms wrapped tightly around each other in the warm golden glow of the lamp. Eventually Pete let his hand slide gently down his daughters back, caressing and stroking her smooth soft skin. "Mmnnn" That's nice daddy" Sarah whispered sleepily, wriggling her body and unconsciously grinding her pussy mound against his upper thigh. Pete felt it though and felt a stirring in his groin again. He tried to ignore it, but his little girl noticed the movement. "Daddy?" Sarah asked. "Mnnnnnn. That's me" "C-Can I..um...Can I look at it?" "Look at what?" Her father asked, a note of confusion in his voice. "You know..your thing." "Only if I can look at yours first" Pete teased, expecting her to shy away. "OK then" A little voice replied. Pete felt the excitement rising in him, his dick swelling again. Turning on his side to face her, he looked down at her face. A shadow of nervousness swept across her face and she quickly closed her eyes. Quickly he bent and planted a tiny kiss on the end of her cute little nose, making her giggle and breaking the sudden tension. Her hands gripped the quilt tightly for a second as he pulled gently at it, then taking a deep breath she let the cover go. She shivered in anticipation and embarrassment as she felt it's comforting weight slide slowly down her naked body, knowing that her daddy was looking intently at her. Although she couldn't see him she could almost feel the weight of his eyes on her, and blushed deeply. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you" Pete whispered, trying to soothe her concerns. Sarah cracked one eye open and looked up at him, smiling weakly. Pete's eyes took in the beauty of the little girl's body for the first time in many years. Although he'd held, and touched her so intimately recently he'd not had a chance to see her in anything but the dimness of a darkened room. Her small slender body seemed to glow and her hair was like a shining halo around her head. For all the world she looked like an angel to him. He could see her squinting through her almost closed eye lids, watching him as he examined her, and again he smiled to reassure her. Her tiny pink nipples, miniature buds that seemed to point directly at him, punctuated the twin halves of the child's flat chest. Slowly he lowered his head and planted a delicate kiss on each one. Sarah giggled, and rocked herself from side to side, brushing the immediately hardening buds against his lips. Her eagerness was infectious and Pete wasn't one to deny his little girl anything. Poking the tip of his tongue between his pursed lips he let Sarah rub herself against it, then enclosed each bud in turn and sucked them softly into his mouth. Her little body arched steeply, her flat tummy rising clear of the bed for a moment, then dropping as she raised her chest and pressed back against his teasing mouth. She felt him grip her tiny teat between his front teeth and nip them slightly, biting down on them with just enough to pressure to create a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. It didn't really hurt, just sort of..... She couldn't explain it, couldn't find the right words to explain the feeling it produced. As the pressure he applied increased and decreased, his teeth alternating between hard and soft, she felt tendrils of pleasure reach outward, radiating from the throbbing nubs on her chest toward the bare hairless crease she was squeezing between her thighs. "Nice Huh?" Pete grinned up at his daughter, his mouth making an audible pop as it released the now erect and throbbing nubbin. "MMmmmnnnn Don't stop" The child whispered, her hands pulling his face back down toward her flat chest. Pete did as she asked, attacking the reddened pink points avidly. As he slavered and suckled his hands roamed her warm soft body, his finger-tips relaying every detail, like a blind man reading a Braille book. The naked Nine-year-old squirmed and wriggled as at his touch as she experienced each little tickle, and each point that raised her excitement still further. The touch of his fingers on the rise of her pubic mound concerned her for a moment, scared that he'd touch just a little too hard, but she felt no pain, nothing. All signs of discomfort had faded away, and only a growing intensity to the pleasurable feelings was left. Sliding a hand down her body she cupped it over her father's gently stroking fingers she pressed them harder against herself, urging them to explore her still further. Pete looked up at his daughter with concern. "Careful sweetheart" He whispered lovingly, his mouth leaving her nascent breast. Sarah grinned broadly at him " Don't hurt now!!", then opened her eyes wide as a long thick finger slide firmly along the slippery little groove. She gasped as it brushed across the tiny hidden bud of her clit, a shudder running strongly down her spine. She gasped even louder when it parted the thin sticky inner folds and sunk inside her. Her hips bucked up toward it, forcing it deeper inside the clutching channel, even trying to follow it as it was withdrawn to the tip. Pete stared into his daughter's face. Her head was thrown back in to the pillow and her mouth was open wide. Sarah felt her father move beside her, felt him shuffling himself down the bed. She felt his soft kisses along her torso, his tongue dipping into the shallow indentation of her belly button, before moving still lower. She tensed slightly, not really knowing what he was doing, but suspecting it was something like when she'd sucked him. She was not wrong. The soft pecking kisses slid still lower, pausing for a few seconds to press against her mound time and again, then dropped lower still. A gust of exhaled breath burst from her lungs as she felt the firm tip of her daddy's tongue part the very top folds of her cunny, spreading the hairless lips and probing wetly between them. She groaned deeply, her body jerking almost violently as his tongue made contact with her special spot. Pete kept his mouth firmly locked against the child's succulent little cunt as he clambered to his knees. Slipping his hands under her legs he lifted them a little then spread them wide apart, bending her knees and pushing her thighs wide. For a moment he pulled his mouth away from her and sat back a little. Sarah blushed deeply as she peeped between her lidded eye's and saw her father staring at the juncture of her thighs, knowing that the whole of her little sex was peeled open to his avid gaze. "My God but your beautiful" She heard him whisper. Opening her eyes wider she looked down along her own body. Still lower she could see her father's cock standing proudly erect and jutting from his groin. It jerked in time to his pulse, the swollen mauve dome bobbing up and down, and a droplet of silvery fluid was oozing from the little hole at the end. Her view of her father's erection was lost as she saw him lean down toward her crotch again. She didn't feel any disappointment though, felt nothing in fact except the return of the wonderful feelings her daddy's tongue gave her. Pete pressed his thumbs against the full plump lips of his little girl's vagina and easedthem still further apart, allowing him even greater access to the slippery folds inside her. For ages he contented himself with tonguing along the wide spread groove, teasing and stimulating her tiny hard clitty. He could feel the tension in her body rise each time he brought her to the brink, and each time it happened he backed away, letting her relax. Over and over he did it until she was almost screaming for the release she so badly needed, but still he persisted in teasing her. Stiffening his tongue he drove it into the leaking passage that led inside her, fucking it as deeply into her as he could reach. Again he felt the tension rising inside her and backed away. He slipped his mouth lower still, slithering it between the taught cheeks of her buttocks, his hands lifting her lower back from the bed as he explored the tiny puckered rosette. Sarah was too deep into the spasms that wracked her tiny body to complain, or even wonder at what he was doing. As long at it felt good he could do anything he wanted to her overexcited body. With shallow movements he slipped the tip of his tongue in and out of her anus, the bitter, musky taste assaulting his senses, then let his tongue rise again to her small slippery pink cuntlet. Again he attacked her clitty. He knew that if he teased her for too much longer she'd pass the point of it being a pleasurable experience. With ease he worked a finger inside her vagina, sinking it deeply. A second finger sought her anus and speared it, penetrating it to the last knuckle, and lastly he pursed his lips around the tingling, trembling bud of her clit. The triple attack on her genitals was more than she could cope with. Within seconds a high pitched keening could be heard. The child's head was thrown sharply back, and she was pressing her groin up in to her father's face. With a sudden intensity, her body went into spasm, her burning little cunt flowering open against Pete's mouth. The sudden increase in her lubricant signaled the onset of her orgasm and Pete sucked for all he was worth. Avidly he lapped up each wave of sweet little girl nectar, savoring it's flavour. Sarah was becoming more and more aware of what was happening to her young body. She was learning the signals that told her what was approaching. She felt the rising tide of her cum, almost tracking it as it grew within her groin. The warm glow she imagined deep within her crotch seemed to swell larger and larger, feeding on the tingles and waves of feelings her father caused. She felt it reach it's critical mass, hover there for a few moments, as if waiting to see if the mouth below it was teasing or not, then exploding outward at the speed of light. She felt it contact every part of her body at once. She wanted to push her lower body in every direction, wanted to drop lower and impale herself still deeper on the probing digits wedged inside her, but at the same time needed to press her overheated little cunt harder against her father's lashing tongue. For what seemed like long minutes, but were in fact only seconds, she reveled in the mind numbing explosion of feeling. The stars bursting behind her tightly clenched eye-lids slowly faded away, leaving her with a warm buzz reverberating throughout her young body. Pete raised himself, stretching his cramped back. His cock throbbed strongly in front of him, his balls aching for their own release. Looking down at his little Nine-year-old daughter's relaxed and glowing body he started stroking his cock. His hand moved slowly at first, savoring the relief just that movement gave him. As he stared down at her his hand movements became stronger and faster. He was still a little worried about fucking her again so soon, scared that his eagerness would surpass his control and he hurt her again before she was fully healed. He contented himself with jerking off as he looked at her. The familiar tingling in his groin warned him of his impending orgasm, and his hand shunted back and forth still faster, squeezing tightly on the down stroke, and releasing as he moved up again. His eyes closed and his head fell forward as he felt the sperm rise upward, burning a path along the constricted tube of his urethra. The sudden touch of a cool hand cupping his balls caused a sharp contraction in his groin, and a single globule of sperm slopping from the eye of his cock. He opened his eyes just in time to see his daughter reach out with her other hand and scrabble to find a grip on an exposed portion of his cock. Releasing himself he let her grab him, then wrapped his hand around hers, directing her and teaching her the right pressure and speed to use. She picked up the rhythm immediately, jerking her tiny hand in exactly the right manner, bringing him to the peak of his control. With a final soft sigh of pleasure, Pete fell forward over his Daughters tiny body supporting himself with his arms on either side of her head, his cock hovering inches above her flat tummy. Sarah's eyes were locked on the head of her father's pulsating penis. It seemed to swell and deflate in time to each movement of her hand. Within seconds of her taking over from her daddy she felt the thick hot shaft swell still bigger, growing so that it forced her tiny fingers still further apart. It still amazed her that this great big thing had been inside her. She heard the moan her father gave, felt a sudden jerk against her palm, and suddenly thick gouts of sticky white stuff were flying toward her face. She tried to turn away from it, but felt it's impact on the bridge of her nose as she moved, the white streak splashing across her cheek and neck. Not wanting to miss a thing, she turned her face back and caught the second streamer of sperm square across her top lip. She giggled nervously, watching as each successive rope of seed spurted toward her, her hand jerking down on the spitting shaft in time to the powerful ejaculations. The force of her father's cum eventually slowed, and the creamy looking droplets of spunk landed lower along her body. Her narrow chest was peppered with shiny white beads, the droplets standing out starkly against her light tan. When the contractions in his prostate finally ceased he continued to lean over her, his head bowed and his chest heaving. Sarah still held her father's penis lightly. The tip of it hung down against her belly, and with her head raised she watched as the last thin dribbles of cum pooled in her belly button. She swirled the end of his cock about, smearing the silvery fluid across her tummy until her front was crisscrossed with a pattern of glistening trails. "Quite finished playing?" Pete chuckled, as he watched his daughter inspecting her sperm spattered hand. Sarah jumped at his voice, startled from her musing, then giggled sweetly. "Yup. All sticky though," she grinned, holding her fingers up to show him. Gooey strands of rapidly cooling cum linked her tiny fingers together. Looking him in the eye she brought her fingers to her mouth and one by one sucked them clean, showing him the results. Pete grinned at her, his expression praising his little girl's inventiveness. Wearily, he crawled out from between her still widely spread knees and rolled onto his side beside her. He thought the sight of her sperm coated body was probably one of the most erotic sights he'd ever seen. The forgotten streaks of cum plastered across her pretty features made it doubly so. Maybe it was the perversity of a girl so young being covered in adult male sperm. He didn't know, but it sure made his cock twitch. When he watched her slide her hands down her flat chest, and over her tummy before cupping her slime coated palms against her crotch, he was tempted to say to hell with the pain, climb on top of her and fuck the living day lights out of her. But he didn't. Firstly he knew he didn't have the stamina tonight, and secondly because he was enjoying watching her massage his seed into her skin. "Am I a kiddy slut like Pip, Daddy?" Sarah asked in all seriousness. "Where did you hear that?" Pete asked, shocked at his daughter's words, then realized she'd heard him call her friend the name. "No sweetheart. And I don't want you to be either" "But why is it OK for Pip to be one and not me?" Sarah asked in all honesty. "Sarah's not my little girl, and I don't want you being screwed by lots of people. Most people think it's a bad thing to be called a slut, and I think so too. When I called Pip that I didn't mean it in a nasty way" "So Pip has done it with lots of people?" Sarah crowed, realizing she'd managed to some of her friend's secret from her father. "Let's just say I wasn't the first and leave it at that" Pete grinned. "Now hit the shower...AGAIN, Smelly" "Yeah. I guess I am now" The child chuckled sniffing the air and noting the aroma that filled the room. Pete watched as his naked Nine-year-old slithered toward the end of the bed and dropped to the floor. Her bare little bottom swayed enticingly as she headed toward the door. Stooping in the doorway she looked over her shoulder to make sure he was watching, wiggled her bum saucily then scampered giggling into the bathroom. Pete grinned to himself, and for the umpteenth time in the last week, shook his head in mock despair. Chapter Two Pete woke early in the morning. Whether it was the anticipation of the evening at Pip's friends house, or whether it was the knowledge that they need to get started on the shopping trip early, he didn't know. He did like the idea of waking up beside something warm and more importantly, human. Up until recently it had been their cat. One of the good points of having his little girl sleeping beside him was that she didn't take up a lot of room. The bad point was that she wriggled almost constantly. Still it had been worth it when he'd woken in the early dawn hours and just lay on his side watching her sleep. Her soft deep breathing hardly moved the quilt over her, and her young body didn't cause the quilt to rise very far. Her face showed how young she really was when she slept. Her muscles completely relaxed and her eye lids flickering gently as she dreamt. Every so often a flicker of a smile creased the corners of her mouth, and her tiny fingers would move as if holding something. Smiling to himself he'd gently slid an arm beneath her shoulders and without waking her, cuddled her close to his chest as he drifted back off to sleep.