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Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2009 05:10:02 -0500
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Hi,

Story codes are Mf, ff, exhib, voy, first, light bondage, mast.

Thanks,

VV


      
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Anyone who opens a story with tags like this one knows the customary
warnings and disclaimers by heart, so I won't bother repeating them other
than to say that this story involves a twelvethirteen year old girl
engaging in explicit sex.  If you don't like such things, close this.  If
you have any comments, grammatical corrections or the like, please feel
free to let me know at vidivenidpt@yahoo.com.

   Brittany's Cam Show (Mf, ff, exhib, mast, first)

   By Vidi Veni

   I was quite happy as I drove through the front gate of the development
in which my twelve-year-old daughter Brittany and I made our home.  It was
Friday, and my boss had let me off work more than an hour early.  Being
that I wasn't nearly as exhausted as I usually was, I was thinking that
maybe I would take Brit out to get a pizza for dinner and then take her to
see that movie that she'd been strongly hinting that she wanted to see.

   I called out her name when I walked in the front door, but, although our
dog Charlie came bouncing excitedly down the steps to greet me, there was
no reply from Brit.  Because we lived in a close-knit, gated community, one
in which everyone looked out for one another, it didn't even cross my mind
that anything was out of the ordinary.  Instead, I simply assumed that she
was off playing with some of the neighbors' kids, as she often did after
she finished her homework.

   After I took Charlie out to pee, I ran up the steps, anxious to take a
shower and change into something comfortable.  I had no sooner reached the
top of the stairs, however, when I heard a tremulous moan coming from the
direction of Brit's room.

   My heart skipped a beat as my imagination supplied a number of scenarios
that could have resulted in that sound.  Was she sick?  Had she fallen and
hurt herself?  I still considered Brit to be my little girl, so it never
occurred to me that the moan could have been the result of something other
than distress.  Sick with worry, I raced down the hall and through her
half-open door.

   Imagine my surprise when I found her lying naked on the floor with her
head turned away from the door.  Her webcam - the one that my ex had bought
Brit to keep in touch after she left me and moved across the country - had
been placed carefully between her widespread legs to catch a close up view
of the hairbrush handle that she was pushing gently in and out of her
hairless quim.  As I gaped at her in astonishment, I couldn't help but
notice that her legs were well on their way in the transition from the
thin, coltish limbs of a young girl to the shapely ones of a woman.

   Her other hand traced back and forth between her barely budding breasts,
squeezing and pinching the puffy nipples.  Her long, dark hair was fanned
out across the floor, and she was gazing through half-closed eyes at the
monitor she had placed on the floor beside her.  Following her lustful
stare, I could see the video images of a half dozen men who were vigorously
masturbating as they watched my little girl do the same.

   "Ohhh, that's naughty, Bigone69," she murmured into her headset -
undoubtedly the reason that she hadn't heard me enter the house or her
room.

   She pulled the hairbrush handle from her tiny twat and then wrapped both
of her hands beneath her quivering buttocks to spread her juvenile labia
wide.

   "There you go," she whispered.  "Is that what you wanted me to do?  Can
you see way up inside me?"

   On the screen, I could see the men beating their meat like their cocks
owed them money.  My attention was then drawn back to Brit as she giggled
at a question I couldn't hear.  One of her hands traced up the line of her
hip, ran caressingly across her loins and smooth mound, and dipped down
between her nether lips.

   "Mmmm, yes.  I'm very wet, Creoleman.  See?" she said as she extended
the now glistening digit toward the camera.

   She then began to masturbate in earnest, one hand caressing, rubbing and
pulling on her clit, while a finger of the other plunged in and out of her
hole.  She writhed sensuously on the floor, her abdominal muscles tensing
and relaxing, her hips humping up and down, and her thighs quivering.

   The pale white skin on her chest flushed red, and I could see little
dewdrops of sweat break out across her body as she started to pant.  The
musky, sweet scent of my excited little girl filled the room.  Suddenly,
her undulating hips arched upwards, and she released a long, quavering
moan. On the screen, I saw four of the men who were watching her reach
their own climax, white ropes of jism flying from the tips of their cocks.

   Still breathing heavily, her body relaxed, Brit's eyes roved over the
screen.  "Didn't you have your good feeling, Manbear?"

   She laughed at his response.  "Yeah, I'll spread my butt cheeks for you
until you do, if that's what you need," she said in a seductive voice that
belonged to someone at least ten years older.

   When she started to roll over, she finally caught sight of me standing,
shocked and dumbfounded, in the doorway.

   "Daddy!" she shrieked as she made a futile attempt to cover her nudity
with her hands and arms.

   My mouth opened and closed a few times as I tried to find something to
say.  At a loss, I spun on my heel and fled the room.  I heard her door
slam shut behind me and her mortified sobs coming from within.

   I ran to my bedroom and leaned against a dresser for support as I tried
to come to grips with what I had just seen.  I hadn't even expected to have
to broach the subject of the birds and the bees with her for at least
another year, let alone something like ...  like this.  The worst and most
shameful part about it was that her display had left my cock hard and
throbbing in my pants.

   As I tried to think of a way to address the situation, I walked into the
bathroom and started the shower, adjusting the water temperature until it
was far colder than I had originally planned.

   Clean, calm and dressed in sweats, I went back downstairs and ordered a
pizza.  I stared blankly at the television until it arrived.

   Leaving the pie on the kitchen table, I went upstairs to knock lightly
on Brit's door.  "There's a pizza waiting, honey," I said gently.  "Ham and
pineapple, just the way you like it.  Why don't you come downstairs and
eat?"

   There was no response.

   Returning to the kitchen, I got out plates and napkins and sat down to
wait.  She appeared a few minutes later, wearing a thick, floor-length,
flannel robe.  With her eyes downcast and a bright blush on her cheeks, she
seated herself and grabbed a slice of pizza.  For the next few minutes we
sat in silence, barely nibbling at our dinner.

   Finally, she looked up at me with her soulful brown eyes, and my heart
melted at the sight of the tear streaks running down her face.  "Am I in
trouble, daddy?" she asked mournfully.

   I sighed; this would have to be handled delicately.  "Not for giving
yourself pleasure, sweetheart.  I shouldn't have walked in without
knocking, but, because I still think of you as my little girl, I missed the
signs that you're rapidly becoming a woman.  There's nothing wrong with
making yourself feel good.  Everyone does it.  I do, however, have a
problem with you displaying yourself to those old perverts.  Why would you
do something like that?"

   Her blush deepened, and she replied in a small voice,.  "I like having
people watch me when I do it, especially when I can see ...  um ...  how
much they like looking at me.  It makes my good feeling so much better."

   "But you don't know anything about those men.  They could be ...  well,
bad.  They could figure out who you are and come looking for you."

   She rolled her eyes.  "I'm not stupid, daddy."

   For the next few minutes I listened with minimal comprehension as she
spoke of multiple anonymous proxies, paying for her account with an
anonymous visa she had bought at the mall with her birthday money, and
using a hush mail address as her only point of contact.

   "How on earth did you learn how to do all that?" I asked in bemusement
when she was finished.

   "On the net and from another girl at school who also likes to do it."

   She stared at me intently as she asked the question that I had been
dreading, "So, can I keep doing it?"

   I planted my face in my palms as I mulled the matter over.  I wanted to
forbid her from ever doing it again; the thought of those perverts watching
my naked little girl pleasure herself enraged me.  But, on the other hand,
she had been responsible enough to take precautions - even if I couldn't
understand the particulars - and she obviously enjoyed it.  If it was safe,
should I try to deny her the means by which she chose to express her
budding sexuality?

   With a deep sigh, I asked a question of my own, "If I said no, would you
really stop or would you just try to hide it better?  Answer me truthfully
now, Brit."

   In a small voice, she replied, "I would probably keep doing it."

   I nodded sadly.  "That's what I figured."

   I mulled the matter over for quite a while, trying to think of my
options.  Her computer skills were so much better than mine that I knew a
program like NetNanny would be ineffective.  There also wasn't any way that
I could keep her under direct supervision 24/7, even if I could stand the
resentment that would cause.  The deciding factor, though, was that I
couldn't afford to risk her being afraid to tell me if one of those
perverts found out who she was despite her precautions and came looking for
her.

   With this in mind, I said slowly, "I'm not really comfortable with this,
but you have my permission to continue.  I want you to promise, though,
that if any of those men ever try to arrange a meeting with you, or you see
one of them near here, you will tell me immediately."

   She flew out of her chair and did her best to crack my ribs with a hug.
After I returned her embrace and planted a kiss on her forehead, I
stretched over to grab a clean dish towel from the drawer.

   "Here, sweetheart.  Look up so I can clean off your face."

   She climbed up to sit in my lap, and I gently wiped away the tear
streaks.  As I looked into her youthful, trusting and innocent face, I
suddenly recalled the vision of her squirming lewdly on the floor as she
frigged herself to orgasm.  Despite everything I could do, I felt myself
becoming erect.  Her expression becoming curious, she wiggled around on my
lap, destroying any hope I had of keeping the beast from fully rising.  Her
eyes widened in sudden realization as she felt my cock become hard beneath
the firm, round cheeks of her bottom.

   Gritting my teeth as I thought about baseball, the ugly nun who was my
fifth grade teacher, and my ex-wife, I muttered, "All clean.  Now eat up,
get dressed, and we'll go see a movie.  How does that sound?"

   She looked up at me speculatively and rolled her bottom into my lap,
eliciting a small moan from me as it rubbed against my swollen cock.

   Smiling at me like the cat that had swallowed the canary, she replied
sweetly, "Sounds great, daddy."

   Our appetites restored, we devoured the pizza in short order and then
dressed for the movie.  Although I hadn't been excited at the prospect of
sitting through nearly two hours of the latest Disney offering, I found
myself laughing nearly constantly.  Perhaps the events earlier in the
evening had made me giddy.

   When we got back home, she gave me a chaste goodnight kiss on the cheek
and went to bed, while I wandered out into the living room to watch a
little television.  An hour or so later, as I walked down the hall on the
way to my own bed, I saw the dim light of her computer monitor shining
through the crack beneath her door.  As I walked past, I heard her moan
loudly.  Again my cock surged to life.

   I rapped on her door and called out, "Brit, you need to get to sleep."

   "Okay, daddy," she replied in a husky voice.

   I tossed and turned for hours that night.  I wanted to take my aching
cock in hand and give myself the relief that I craved, but I knew that if I
did, images of my own daughter would be dancing through my head.  That
would be wrong.  Wouldn't it?

   Now that I knew about her activities, she made no effort to hide them.
It seemed that every day when I got home from work, there were moans
emanating from behind her closed bedroom door.  After the first few days, I
grew accustomed to cold showers.

   I desperately needed to get laid, but, in my area, the only places that
one could really meet women were work, bars or church.  Unfortunately, my
coworkers were all men, I didn't care for the local bar scene, and I had
never been much of a churchgoer.  So, I suffered in silence.

   Almost one month exactly after I had burst through her door, I was
spending the evening sitting in my recliner watching mindless television
when Brittany walked into the room.  I glanced over and saw that she had
showered and dressed for bed in one of my old t-shirts that reached to
mid-thigh.

   After flashing me a smile, she plopped down on the couch and turned her
attention to the television.

   I had fallen into a drowsy semi-sleep, when I was suddenly pulled fully
awake by a loud moan.  Twisting my head around, I saw that she had pulled
the t-shirt up to her waist to expose her bare pussy and was rubbing her
clit.  As I watched, she dipped her finger into her little hole for
lubrication before bringing it back up to her pleasure spot.

   "Brit!  What do you think you're doing?" I cried out.

   Her fingers kept moving as she replied, "Well, you said it was okay to
play with myself in front of the camera for strangers - men who I don't
know and might even be bad.  Right?"

   "Well, not exactly in those terms, but..."

   "If I can do that, why can't I do it in front of my daddy, who I love
and who loves me?"

   I gaped at her in astonishment, my eyes drinking in the sight of her
lovely, nubile body.  I couldn't find a flaw in her logic, although, to my
shame, I have to admit that I didn't try very hard.  Swallowing hard, I
forced my attention back to the TV, futilely trying to will my aching,
throbbing cock to subside.

   Taking my lack of an answer for consent, Brit started to rub herself
with more passion until I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her finger
being driven deep inside her.  I tried to tell myself that I didn't want to
look; she was my daughter and seeing her as a sexual being would be wrong.
The first was a lie.  Right or wrong, I very much wanted to watch her
glistening fingers plunge into her hot, wet depths.

   As the minutes rolled by, my willpower wavered and I shot furtive
glances in her direction with increasing frequency.  She was watching me
intently, and each time I looked over she moaned and reached down with her
fingers to spread her labial lips wide, showing me her deep pink center.

   After one such lewd display, she asked in a low seductive voice, "Do you
like that, Daddy?  The other men who watch me play with myself say it's
their favorite."

   My throat was so dry and my thoughts so muddled that my response was
incomprehensible even to me.  My strength fading further, I abandoned my
resolve to keep my eyes on the television and turned my gaze fully upon
her.

   Staring into my eyes, she cooed and sighed with pleasure as she drove
two fingers of one hand in and out of her pussy while rubbing her palm in
circles over her clit.  Her other hand reached under her t-shirt and slid
up to pinch and pull at the nipples that tented out the fabric.

   After a few minutes of this, she leaned forward and, grinning, pulled
the shirt up and off, leaving her naked before me.  Her hands quickly
returned to her pussy and tiny breasts, and her moans and sighs resumed.

   I knew I should put a stop to this, and I opened my mouth to do so.  All
that came out was a moan.

   The hand on her pussy was moving almost frantically now, pushing the
fingers inside deeper and faster; grinding the palm into her clit.  Her
face and chest became flushed, and beads of sweat formed on her brow.  The
chubby mounds of her outer lips, and even a good part of her inner thighs,
were wet with her juices.  All I could smell was the deliciously heady
scent of aroused young woman.

   With a loud moan, she leaned back deeper into the couch as her buttocks
clenched and her hips lifted up from the cushion.  Her churning, plunging
fingers were moving so fast that little droplets of her female essence
sprayed out each time they withdrew.  The tendons on her inner thighs were
standing out and quivering, while the muscles of her stomach undulated
sensuously.

   Her mouth dropped open as she started to pant.  Her eyes squeezed shut.
The triangle of skin from her shoulders to the center of her chest became a
deep pink in color, and her puffy, pink nipples stood up in hard points
from her chest.

   A deep, rumbling groan emerged from her lips as the quivering of her
muscles became more pronounced.  Her hips humped wildly up and down.  She
threw back her head with a scream of primal passion as her body went stiff.


   My aching, sex-starved cock never stood a chance.  With a groan of my
own, I came in my pants.

   Her fingers slowed as she sagged back down to the couch, letting out
little moans as her body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Her
body went limp, and she panted for a moment, her chest heaving as she
struggled to catch her breath.  Her eyes slowly opened.  With a broad
smile, she stood and pulled her shirt back over her head.

   Her legs unsteady, she walked over to me as I tried to conceal the wet
spot on the front of my jeans.  Leaning down, she planted a small kiss
directly on my lips.  Her own were softer than rose petals.

   "Good night, daddy," she murmured.  "Thank you for not making me stop.
Ci ...  my friend was right: it's so much better when it's someone you love
watching."

   Before my lust-addled mind could form a response, she turned and left
the room.  When I stumbled upstairs twenty minutes or so later, her door
was open, her lights were out, and I could hear her breathing deeply as she
slept.

   After that night, Brit continued to perform her shows for her online
friends, but now she left her door wide open.  Some evenings when I got
home from work, I would find her doing a slow bump and grind in front of
the camera, wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of panties.  Other times, she
would be furiously masturbating, much like she had been on that very first
afternoon when I had caught her.

   Often, I would pause in her doorway to watch for a minute.  She would
smile at me sweetly and go on with the show.

   The reason I didn't linger longer was that the public shows weren't
enough to satisfy my oversexed little girl.  Each and every night, I would
receive a private display in our living room.  They all ended with a loud
and violent orgasm for Brit and sticky underwear for me.

   I yearned to take out my cock and stroke it while I watched her pleasure
herself, but there had to be some boundary, some line that I wouldn't
cross. I drew mine there.  Even as I made that promise to myself, I think
part of me knew that I would never be able to keep it.

   I lasted for less than two months.  On the night in question, Brittany,
this time wearing a robe, had, as usual, entered the room and sat on the
couch.  Moments later, the robe had been opened to reveal the breasts that
seemed to grow slightly larger every day and a pair of loosely fitting
panties.  Moments after that, the panties had been pulled aside to reveal
her lovely little pussy.

   For a time, she traced two fingers up and down the length of her already
moist slit, from her taint to the pearl-like nubbin of her clit. 
Occasionally, she would pause and spread her labia wide apart, grinning and
giggling at my loud intakes of breath.

   Holding her lower lips open, she asked, "Daddy?"

   "Yes, honey?"

   "I know you like watching me.  I can see how hard your thing gets, and
I've even seen the wet spots after we finish.  I just wanted you to know
that if you want to take your thing out and play with it, it's ok with me.
I like it when men stroke their hard things when they're watching me play
with myself."

   It took me a minute to get control of myself, but finally I muttered, "I
don't think that would be such a good idea, sweety."

   She pouted prettily and slipped a finger deeply into her twat.  "Why
not? I show you mine all the time.  It's only fair that you show me yours."

   For a minute we stared at each other across the room.  I could see in
her eyes that she really wanted this.  I released a sigh as another line
was crossed.

   Her tongue traced slowly and lasciviously across her upper lip as I
undid my belt and pants and pushed them down to the floor.  She let out a
little moan as I freed my cock from my boxers and took it in hand.

   "You have a nice one, daddy.  That's the first one I've seen except on
the computer, and I think it's beautiful!"

   Actually it was nothing spectacular, but her words still did wonders for
my ego.

   With her eyes locked on my throbbing manhood, she began to drive first
one finger and then two into her sloppy hole.  I timed my strokes to the
thrusts of her fingers and imagined that it was my cock pushing in and out
of her tiny pussy.  Although always vocal, tonight her moans were much
louder than usual, leading me to wonder if she was imagining the same
thing. Any doubt was removed by her next words.

   Increasing the speed of her busy fingers - leading me to increase my own
- she muttered, "Oh yes, daddy.  Put it in me.  I want to feel you inside
me, filling me, stretching me."

   Her eyes went wide as my seed shot into the air like a fountain.  One
spurt.  Two.  Then a third, smaller one.  Her body went rigid as she came
with me.  Her orgasm went on and on as her body shook and quivered. 
Finally, her moans came to an end and she practically melted into the
couch. Beaming a languid smile across the room, she raised her glistening
fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.

   It was the first time I had ever seen her do that, and it was such a
turn on that my softening cock surged fully back to life.  She immediately
noticed and gasped lustfully as her fingers returned to the pink folds of
her pussy.  Without a word, we resumed giving ourselves pleasure until we
had reached our peaks a second time.

   When we were done, she threw herself across the room and hugged me
tight, barely giving me enough time to tuck my dick back in my pants.  She
crawled up into my lap, showering my face with butterfly kisses.

   "That was awesome, daddy!" she said excitedly.  "That was the best good
feeling I've ever had."

   Awkwardly, I replied, "I'm glad, honey.  It was great for me, too. 
You're just so sexy."

   The kisses stopped and a blush suffused her cheeks.  "Do you really
think I'm sexy?  You don't think I'm too small or skinny or my boobs are
too little?"

   The question surprised me.  Shouldn't the answer be obvious from what we
just did; from what we've been doing for months?  Still, I answered, "Of
course I think you're sexy.  In fact, you're the most beautiful and sexy
young woman I've ever seen.  Every part of you is absolutely perfect."

   She studied my face for a moment before her lips spread in a sunny
smile. Leaning back forward, she kissed me soundly.  Despite the lack of
tongue, it was, without a doubt, the most passionate kiss I had ever
experienced.

   The blush had returned by the time she withdrew.  "I love you, daddy,"
she said demurely, making me melt inside.



   "I love you, too, Brittany," I replied.

   She laid her head against my chest as we embraced.  I held her, gently
rubbing her back, until she drifted off to sleep.

   A short time later, I carried her up to her room and tucked her in.

   Bending down to kiss the tip of her nose, I again whispered, "I love
you, Brit."

   She smiled in her sleep and nestled her head into the pillow.

   The following night my dick hardened in anticipation the moment she
entered the living room.  She noticed immediately.  With a coy and
seductive smile, she strutted slowly across the room until she stood in
front of my chair with her back toward me.  She shrugged the robe off of
her shoulders, and it fell with a whisper to pool around her ankles.

   The round, perfectly formed globes of her ass were concealed only by a
thin pair of baby blue cotton panties, decorated with faded pictures of
rainbows and ponies.  The tiny undies were far too small and lewdly
revealed the bottoms of her plumpcheeks.  The tight fabric stretched
tightly over the crack, emphasizing rather than concealing.

   Her eyes practically glowing with excitement, she turned her head to
watch me over her shoulder as she began to roll her hips back and forth. 
She then proceeded to do a bump and grind.  Occasionally, she would spin to
show me her front, but each time she did so she raised her arm to conceal
her tiny breasts.  She was teasing me, and I loved it.

   Again facing away from me, she dropped her hands to the elastic band of
her panties and pulled them down just enough to reveal the crack of her
bottom before tugging them back into place.

   "Don't you want to take out your thing and play with it while I dance,
daddy?" she asked with a pout.

   My response was out of my mouth before I could stop it.  "Didn't your
online friends teach you other names besides 'thing'?"

   The faintest of blushes tinted her cheeks.  "Yes, but I thought you'd
get mad if I used dirty words."

   I almost laughed at the absurdity of the notion that I would chastise
her for a potty mouth under the current circumstances.  Still, all I said
was, "It's okay, baby."

   Her eyes lit up.  "Why don't you take out your big ol' cock, daddy?  I
want to watch you stroke your dick while I dance for you."

   I did as she asked.  For the next half hour, she gyrated and shimmied in
front of me, giving me only the briefest of peeks at her puffy pink
nipples, tiny slit and round, bare bottom.  Her show had me practically
drooling with lust, and I stroked my cock frantically.  I could see that it
was affecting her, too, as the crotch of her panties had grown increasingly
wet.

   Sensing that I was getting close to the brink, Brit turned to face away
from me and again placed her hands on the sides of her panties.  She
lowered them slowly, rolling her hips as she did so.  More and more of the
creamy smooth skin of her ass came into view until I could see her slit
from behind, the plump outer lips gooey with the essence of her arousal.

   Flashing me an excited smile, she lowered herself slowly to her knees
and leaned forward until her chest was on the floor.  Her hands reached
back to take hold of her cheeks, just above the thighs.  I groaned loudly
as both of her pink openings spread open just a few feet in front of me.

   Peering back over her shoulder, she whispered, "Cum for me, daddy. 
Shoot your stuff while you look inside me."

   Staring intently at her lewdly displayed bottom, my hand went into
overdrive.  Only seconds later, I erupted with a groan.  I heard her sharp
intake of breath as the first shot of my seed sprayed across the upturned
cheeks of her ass.

   I watched with fascination as, between the still widely spread labial
lips, her tiny hole began to rhythmically contract and dilate.  I was
shocked: my little girl was having at least a small

   orgasm just from having her daddy cum on her.

   She stayed in position, her body trembling, until I was done.  She then
flopped over on her back and placed her feet on my knees.  Her fingers
danced on her clit as she shook through orgasm after orgasm.

   I reached down and took her feet in my hands, massaging the soles gently
as I held her legs splayed apart.  "You're so sexy, Brit.  Keep rubbing
that little clit.  Cum for daddy.  Keep cumming, baby."

   By the time she was through, she was sweating and panting heavily.  Her
eyes meeting mine, she gasped out, "Wow!"

   I helped her to stand, and she flowed immediately into my arms.  With
her knees on either side of my hips, she kissed me passionately, lovingly.
This time, her lips parted and her tongue came out to flick tentatively
against my upper lip.  I opened my own mouth slightly to allow her entry.
As our tongues dueled, my cock again became erect, the tip rising up to
press against her wet and gooey slit.

   Brit moaned into my mouth, her hips pressing forward and down to
increase our contact until I could feel the lips of her sex wrap around the
head of my rock-hard member.  The sensation of her hot, dripping flesh
against mine was exquisitely sensuous.  I could feel the tip probe the
entrance to a pussy far smaller and tighter than any I had previously
experienced.

   "Oh, daddy," Brit sighed.

   Reality came crashing down around me.  This was my twelve-year-old
daughter!  While what we had done so far was hardly encompassed by the
societal definition of a father-daughter relationship, this ...  this was
just too much.  However much she might think she wanted this, the risk of
long-term psychological harm was simply too great.  For a change, a line
was not crossed, at least not completely.

   Gently but firmly, I pushed her back.  "Brit, we can't do this.  I'm
your father, and fathers and daughters just don't do this kind of thing."

   We both released disappointed sighs as the head of my cock popped free
from the gate to heaven.

   "I understand, daddy," Brit said softly as she rose and put her robe
back on.

   She quickly returned to my now clothed lap.  We spent the rest of the
evening cuddling as we pretended to watch TV.  If the kisses we exchanged
during the evening involved more than a little tongue and were passionate
enough to keep me as hard as stone ...  well, at least I could console
myself with the fact that I had shown some restraint.

   For the next week, I spent every day at work building up the
determination to tell Brit that we had to put a stop to our games, that we
had to return to a normal father-daughter relationship.  Each night, that
resolve crumbled when she met me at the door with a hug and a passionate
kiss, and then blew away like so much dust on the wind when she disrobed
for her nightly bouts of self-induced pleasure.

   Brit seemed to sense something of my internal struggle.  For the next
week, she stayed on the couch, smiling prettily at me as her fingers
explored her erogenous zones.  Afterwards she invariably got dressed and
came over to sit in my lap, cuddle and kiss.  During this period, I kept it
in my pants, waiting until I was in bed to relieve the pressure that she
inspired.  Even during those lonely sessions in my dark bedroom, I was
haunted by visions of my beautiful dauthter.

   At the end of that week, I stopped by her room on the way to bed.  She
was lying on her side on top of her covers, wearing a robe.  With her head
propped up on a hand, she was staring intently at the computer monitor that
she had moved to the edge of her desk.

   When I entered, she glanced up at me with a smile.  Out of the blue, she
asked, "Do you think Cindy's pretty?"

   Cindy, Brit's best friend, was the opposite of Brittany in almost every
way.  Where Brit was tall and rapidly developing into a voluptuous woman,
Cindy, with the exception of a perfect bubble butt, was waifishly thin and
petite.  She had bright blue eyes and blond hair, compared to Brit's dark
hair and brown eyes.  For all their differences, both were absolutely
stunning.

   "I suppose, though not as pretty as you," I said diplomatically.

   She shot me a pleased smile and then asked, in a sing-song little girl
voice, "Wanna see her naked?"

   My little head understood well enough and immediately began to grow.  My
big head, however, lagged woefully behind.  "Huh?" I asked dumbly.

   With a little giggle for my obtuseness, Brit explained, "She's putting
on a show right now." She patted the bed behind her.  "C'mon over and have
a look.  I'm in full lurker mode no camera, no sound - so you don't have to
worry about being seen."

   When I continued to waver, she patted the bed again.  Staring pointedly
at the tented front of my pants, she said cajolingly, "Come on, daddy.  I
can see that you want to.  It's no big deal.  Lots of other men are
watching her."

   Hesitantly, I walked over to her small, twin bed and climbed in behind
her.  To fit, I had to wrap an arm around her midriff.  With a contented
sigh, she pressed back into me.

   My eyes nearly popped out when I glanced over at the screen.  It was
impossible to recognize Cindy from the view.  She was on her knees facing
away from the camera.  The plump round cheeks of her well-developed ass
were wiggling from side to side as she plunged what looked to be a hair
curler between the meaty, bright pink lips of her sex.

   While she wasn't nearly as developed as Brit in most other ways, her
pussy was covered with dark blond hair and her swollen clit was enormous,
protruding a good half inch from its hood.  The side of her hand slammed
into that bundle of nerve endings with each thrust of the curler.

   "Pretty sexy, isn't she?" Brit asked softly.

   "Uh huh," I murmured in reply.

   She twisted around a little to look back at me.  "I wouldn't mind at all
if you wanted to take out your cock and play with it while you watch her.
Her shows make me all hot, too.  In fact..."

   She lifted my arm from her waist and stood.  After dropping her robe to
the floor, she scrambled quickly back into place next to me, pulling my arm
back over her so that my hand was resting on the warm soft skin of her
stomach.

   "Brit ...," I started.

   She cut me off.  "You should make yourself comfortable, too.  You'll
enjoy the show a lot more if you do.  Mmmm, just look at her go!  I have no
idea how she can ram that thing into her pussy so fast without hurting
herself."

   She took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand to her breast.  With all of
my flagging will, I tried to force my arm back down to her waist, but my
grossly insubordinate hand refused to obey.  Instead of leaving her breast,
it cupped the soft yet firm mound, squeezing it gently while a thumb grazed
over the nipple.

   "That feels good, Daddy," Brit whispered.

   I made a last ditch effort to resist the delicious temptation that she
offered.  "Brit, we shouldn't be doing this."

   Clasping my hand firmly to her chest to hold it in place, she rolled
over onto her back and stared me in the eye.  "And why is that?" she asked,
an eyebrow arching upward in query.

   "You're young.  Right now, you think that this is what you want, but a
few years from now you might see things in a different light.  In fact, you
probably will.  You'll think of me as a monster and ..." I struggled to
think of what Dr.  Phil would say.  "And you'll have difficulty forming
bonds with other people and go into deep depression.  I don't want to risk
your future happiness.  I couldn't stand it if you hated me, and I couldn't
live with myself if I hurt you." If Dr.  Phil was dead, he would be rolling
in his grave, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances.

   Her other eyebrow rose to join the first.  She stared at me expectantly
for a moment, waiting for me to continue.  When I didn't, she threw back
her head and laughed.

   With a few final hiccups, she stretched over to kiss me on the cheek. 
"That's very sweet, daddy, but it's also kinda dumb.  You're afraid of
hurting me?  Is that what the problem has been all this time?  Dad, it
isn't like you're sneaking into my room in the middle of the night and
clamping a hand over my mouth to stifle my screams while you fondle me
under the covers."

   "Brit ..."

   She rolled over to face me, pushing my arm down so that my hand cupped
her buttocks.  "Just listen to me for a minute, then you can say something
else that's stupid if you really want to." She chewed her lip for a second
and then began, "Cindy and I started playing doctor when we were seven. 
It's a lot easier to see all the parts on someone else than it is to see
them on yourself, even if you use a mirror, and we were very curious about
what all that stuff did.  To make a long story short, it felt good when she
poked around my girl parts.  Really good.  So good that I started touching
myself that way.

   "By the time I was eight, I was touching myself almost every day.  I
shared my discovery with Cindy, and it wasn't too long before we started
playing with ourselves together.  That's when we found out that it feels
even better when someone is watching you do something that seems so
naughty."

   Seeing the question in my eyes, she added with a grin, "And no, nasty
ol' daddy, other than the early show and tell, we've never played with each
other.  I'm not really sure why, but I guess we were afraid that would make
us lesbians or something silly like that.

   "Anyway, every single time that I made myself feel good, I imagined that
it was my big, strong, handsome daddy touching me, loving me.  When I
started putting on my little shows a few years ago, I pretended that the
men who were watching me were you."

   "Years ago?" I stammered.

   "Mmmhmm, I started right after mom left and got me the camera."

   She gave me a soft smile.  "The day that you caught me and I felt you
getting excited while I was on your lap was one of the happiest days of my
life.  It made me think that you might want me that way, too.  I thought
that maybe, just maybe, my silly fantasies could actually come true."

   She leaned in to kiss the tip of my nose.  "So you see, you don't have
to worry about hurting me.  I've wanted this for years.  Besides, I'm not
asking you to fu ...  put it in me.  All I want - for now anyway - is for
the man I love more than anyone else in the world to hold me while I make
myself feel good.  Could you do that for me?  Pretty please?"

   She batted her eyes at me, just like she did when asking for an extra
helping of desert.  Hugging her close, I numbly nodded my assent.

   "Good," she whispered solemnly before kissing me soundly.

   Rolling back over so that her back was to me, she snuggled close and
turned her attention to the screen.  Cindy was now on her back, holding the
wet, pink lips of her sex open with two fingers while rubbing her clit with
another.

   "She just has the biggest clit," Brit commented.  "It's like a little
cock.  Watch closely, 'cause sometimes she strokes it like one."

   While I rubbed her belly, she reached over my arm to touch her own
center.  After lifting a leg to give herself room, she sighed blissfully as
she tickled her button.  As she pleasured herself, my hand strayed upwards
to caress and massage her breasts; this time with my enthusiastic consent.
Pulling her hair to the side, I then planted kisses up and down the nape of
her neck, pausing occasionally to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

   Although she continued to provide a running commentary on Cindy's show,
I was too enamored with the soft, warm bundle in my arms to pay any
attention to what was happening on the screen.  Brit's breathing quickly
deepened, and her hips picked up a humping motion, her bottom rubbing
against my painfully hard cock each time her hips went back.

   Between little mewls of pleasure, she murmured, "Why don't you make
yourself feel good, too?"

   I immediately reached down to open my jeans.  With a great deal of
kicking and squirming, I managed to push them and my boxers down and off. I
gave my cock a few strokes, the head rubbing against the silky soft skin of
Brit's behind, but then I had to return my hand to the body of my young
lover.

   When I resumed caressing her breasts, Brit glanced over her shoulder at
me with a loving smile.  Without saying a word, her hand left her sex and
reached back to spread the plump cheeks of her bottom.  She pressed back
until my cock settled in the deep cleft.  Resuming her masturbation, she
ground her hips back into me, essentially jerking me off with her ass.  It
didn't take long for my leaking dick to produce enough lubrication to allow
it to glide freely between those soft, round globes.

   Cindy's show forgotten, we writhed together on her bed, our moans and
gasps of pleasure mingling and filling the room.  I could feel Brit's body
trembling in my arms as her hand picked up speed.  I began to rotate my own
hips, sliding my cock forcefully between her bottom cheeks.  The sensation
of her exquisitely soft skin rubbing all over my length took my breath
away.

   Her moans grew in volume, and the trembling of her body became almost
violent.  Her back arched as every muscle in her body tensed.  With her
free hand she reached up to take mine, gripping it hard.  As she was
quaking with the strength of her orgasm, I made a final few thrusts and
erupted, my seed spraying over my belly and her lower back before dripping
to her bed.

   When her body relaxed, she rolled over and engulfed me in a hug.  I held
her close, basking in the warmth of her love.  We kissed and cuddled for
hours, Cindy's show forgotten.

   The next month flew by.  Some evenings were passed in the living room,
watching each other masturbate before cuddling together in the recliner. 
Others were spent in her bed, ostensibly watching her best friend's show
while Brit gave herself pleasure and I obtained mine against the soft
chamois of her bottom.

   A few days before her thirteenth birthday, she skipped into the living
room.  Instead of taking her usual seat on the couch, though, she plopped
directly into my lap.

   Swinging a leg over mine to straddle me, she gave me a big hug. 
"Daddy?"

   "Yes, honey?"

   "Can Cindy sleep over after my birthday party?"

   "Of course, Brit.  You know your friends are always welcome."

   She thanked me with a sunny smile and leaned in for a gentle kiss.

   Looking up at me from beneath lowered lashes, she asked in a sultry
voice, "Would you like to see us put on a show together?"

   My cock got hard at the thought.  Still, there was one glaring problem.
"Brit, as I know you're aware, I could go to jail for what we're doing. 
While I trust you completely, no one else can know."

   She gave me her patented 'stupid daddy' look.  "She wouldn't know you
were watching, silly.  We'll do it on the webcams.  I'll set yours up on
the computer in the den."

   "Uh, Cindy knows what I look like, sweetheart..."

   The look returned.  "Most of the older guys never show their faces, just
their big, throbbing things." Her expression became one of mock suspicion.
"She wouldn't recognize your hard cock, would she, daddy?"

   Not giving me a chance to answer, she ground herself into my lap with a
giggle.  "I can tell you like the idea.  Dirty ol' daddy."

   She scooted backwards until her bottom was perched precariously just
above my knees.  The robe slid from her shoulders, revealing that she wore
nothing beneath it.  Locking her feet beneath my armpits, she leaned
backwards over open air, her abdominal muscles tight and straining.

   As my eyes took in the wet lips of her sex and the swollen nub of her
clitoris, I said playfully, "I see that you like the idea, too, dirty lil'
daughter."

   She broke out in laughter.  I had to reach out quickly to grab her arms
before she tumbled backwards to the floor.

   With a laugh, I pulled her back up straight.  "This is a bit dangerous,
sweety.  You almost fell off just by laughing.  What do you think will
happen when you have your good feeling?"

   She pouted prettily.  "But I want to watch you stroke your hard cock up
close.  It's always either the whole way across the room or up against my
butt.  Don't you want a good look at my little cootchie?  Don't you want to
be able to see everything when I push a finger inside?"

   Although I was still reluctant to have full blown intercourse with my
own daughter, my resistance to anything short of that had eroded away to
nothing.  After only the briefest of hesitations, another line was crossed.
Her robe fell to the floor as I scooped my naked, giggling daughter up in
my arms and carried her to my bed.

   I plopped her down on the mattress and turned on the lights so we could
see each other clearly.  After another moment's hesitation, I dropped my
jeans and boxers to the floor before settling down next to her, propping my
back against the headboard with a few pillows.  I don't know what I thought
was going to happen.  I guess maybe I expected that she would sit on the
other side of the bed facing me.  To my surprise, she took back her seat
above my knees.  The heat of her loins on my bare thighs felt incredible.

   Fixing me with a smokey gaze, she grabbed a pillow, placed it over my
ankles and then leaned back.  I gasped lustfully as her lovely, hairless
sex was again revealed to me in all of its glory.

   Her eyes locked on my throbbing cock, she reached down to tug gently on
her clitoral hood before snaking a single finger down between her delicate,
pink labia.  I moaned as it vanished from my sight up to the knuckle.

   "C'mon, dad," she said in a throaty whisper, "I want to see you stroke
it."

   Who was I to disappoint my little girl?  I took my cock firmly in hand.
With our eyes locked on each other's genitalia, we stroked and played for a
good fifteen minutes.  Brittany had several orgasms during this time and
then another as my seed sprayed across her inner thighs, mons, and belly.

   For a minute she traced her fingers through my greasy semen, smearing it
over her clit and the lips of her sex, leaving the whole shiny and greasy.
The lewd display sent blood surging back into my no-longer-deflating
member.

   She then leaped forward into my arms, her lips pressing hard to mine,
her tongue pressing into my mouth.  As my tongue met hers, she squirmed on
top of me, our skin sticking in places from the remnants of my seed.  The
head of my cock was pressed up against my belly as she rubbed the
incredibly soft hairless skin of her mound against it.  My balls, in turn,
were caressed by the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs.  I was lost. 
Instinctively, my hands reached down to cup and squeeze her buttocks,
making her moan into my mouth and squirm with delight.

   When my cock was again so hard it ached, she sat up, causing her labial
lips to splay wetly over the underside of my meat.

   "Want to do it again?" she asked breathlessly.

   I could only nod in response as my mouth was far too busy moaning.

   I groaned in disappointment as her pussy lips lifted off my cock. 
Abandoned and quivering, it rose to point straight up in the air.  She
squatted next to my hips, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

   "I want an even closer look this time," she whispered.

   While I was still trying to figure out how that would be possible, she
again swung a leg over my body to straddle me.  This time, though, she was
facing in the other direction.  She quickly lowered herself until she was
lying on top of me.  Suddenly, the tiny pussy that I found so irresistible
was mere inches from my face.  I could see every dewdrop of sweet nectar on
the lips just above the swollen clit.

   As I looked on, she forced a hand between our bodies to rub that button
gently.  "Hurry up, daddy," she said urgently.  "Start jerking that thing."

   It was awkward getting a hand to my cock, but I managed.  I started to
stroke steadily as her fingers slowly sank inside her.  The heady, musky
aroma of her sex was intoxicating.  The sensation of her hair swishing over
my lower belly and the soft touch of her breath on the head of my cock had
me nearly crazed with lust.  She was also excited, her juices flowing so
freely that a small puddle was forming in the hollow of my neck.

   "Stroke it faster, daddy," she commanded.

   I complied.  I could feel her breath falling ever more heavily on my
hand and cock.  Then, on one stroke, the head brushed over her chin and
lips and smacked against the underside of her pertly upturned nose.  It
happened again a second later, but this time her lips were parted.  I heard
her moan lustfully and felt her move.  My hand came to a stop as the head
of my cock was engulfed by her warm, wet mouth.  My eyes squeezed shut in
pleasure as she sucked gently on the knob, the tip of her tongue dancing
teasingly over the hole at the tip.  The thought of stopping her never
entered my mind.

   When I opened my eyes again, I saw that her own fingers had come to a
halt and were now holding the labia spread wide in invitation.  The
temptation was simply too great.  Tilting my head forward, I tentatively
swished my tongue over her pleasure button.

   Her mouth left my cock long enough for her to say, "That felt soooo
good, daddy.  Please do it some more."

   As she continued to hold her pussy lips wide open, I lapped between
them. Her immature juices were delicious, far lighter and sweeter than any
of the adult women I had been with.  She moaned around her mouthful of
cock. If I hadn't climaxed just minutes before, the wonderful vibrations
that this caused certainly would have made me erupt down her throat.

   I wormed my tongue into her tiny entrance, wiggling it back and forth
and up and down.  Her mouth again left my dick.  This time, she laid her
cheek on my loins, and I could feel her hot panting breaths on my skin.

   Removing my hand from my shaft, I reached up to caress the round, firm
cheeks of her bottom, squeezing and massaging those magnificent globes.  I
took her clit between my lips, sucking on it softly as I gently lapped at
it with the broad of my tongue.

   The fingers holding her labia apart were trembling and her entire body
was squirming and undulating sensuously on top of mine.

   "Oh, daddy!  Oh, daddy!  I'm going to have my good feeling," she cried
out.

   I took her hand in mine, straightened out one of her fingers, and guided
it to her hole.  "Go ahead, sweetheart," I murmured.  "Slide that finger
deep inside your little pussy.  Drive it in and out while daddy sucks on
your button.  Cum for me, baby!"

   Right in front of my eyes, her finger vanished slowly inside of her only
to emerge glistening, almost dripping, with her essence.  Faster and faster
it plunged into her depths as her moans grew in volume.  I could feel her
buttocks clenching beneath my hands and her thighs quivering against my
ears.  Her hips began to hump up and down, and I felt her stomach muscles
tense on my chest.

   Doing my best to keep my lips and tongue adhered to her clit, I began to
caress the skin around the pink pucker of her anus with the fingers of one
hand while guiding a single digit of the other to the steaming entrance of
her sex.  She inhaled sharply when my finger grazed against hers.  She
started to pull hers away to make room for mine, but I stopped her by
pressing my fingers lightly against the back of her hand.

   "Leave it there," I instructed in a whisper.

   Slowly, I worked my finger in next to hers, feeling the walls of her
vagina stretching to accommodate the both of us and then flexing around the
length of our embedded digits.  Taking her hand in mine, I started to guide
our combined fingers back and forth in her tight, wet orifice while again
taking her clit between my lips.

   Her other hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock.  Lost in her own
pleasure, her strokes were awkward and uncoordinated, but that was okay. 
Her body writhed on top of mine as one orgasm after another crashed through
her overloaded nervous system.

   When I sensed that she'd had enough, I backed off with my mouth.  I did,
however, leave our joined fingers deep inside her, swirling them gently. 
As she recovered, I planted kisses all over her inner thighs while using my
free hand to massage the firm cheeks of her ass.

   The hand of hers that I held in mine pressed back, trying to remove our
fingers from her still quivering quim.  I allowed it and brought both of
our fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean of her delicious juices.

   I felt her head turn followed by the light touch of her lips on the skin
of my loins.  "Oh, daddy," she sighed lovingly.

   Her tongue began to lick its way up the length of my shaft, stopping
occasionally so she could suck lightly on my skin.  The sensations this
caused had me panting and moaning nearly uncontrollably.  When she reached
the tip, she planted a sloppy kiss on the end before taking the knob inside
her mouth.

   Her tongue pressed and wiggled against my glans and, seconds later, the
upper side of my shaft as she took me deeper and deeper inside her mouth.
At roughly the four inch mark, the tip bumped against the back of her
throat.  Gagging a little, she withdrew slightly and then began a gentle
bobbing motion, sending little shivers up and down my body.

   "How did you learn to do that, Brit?" I managed to blurt out.

   With a wet, sucking pop, her mouth left my cock, making me regret having
asked the question.  "On the internet," she answered with a hint of
laughter.

   And then her mouth was back.  It suddenly struck home that it was my
daughter sucking my cock so incredibly well.  The little girl that, in what
seemed like only yesterday, had cooed and gurgled in my arms as I sang to
her and rocked her to sleep.  Suddenly, I erupted.  There was no time to
give warning.

   Although her body initially tensed, it immediately relaxed again.  She
pulled back until only the head was in her mouth and stroked my shaft
rapidly with her hand.  Sucking, licking and cooing contentedly, she worked
my cock with great enthusiasm until my pleasure waned.

   When my climatic spasms had come to an end, she turned around to lay on
her side against me, her head on my chest and an arm and thigh draped
across me.  She smacked her lips a few times before nuzzling in closer.

   "Brit, I ..."

   Her eyes closing languidly, she interrupted, "Shhh.  Just kiss me,
daddy."

   Stroking a hand through her sweaty, damp hair, I complied.

   When our lips parted, a sweet smile spread across her face.  "I can hear
your heart beating," she murmured.  And then she was asleep.

   Now that my baser drives were sated, I started to feel guilty about what
I had just allowed to happen, but her beatific smile and look of utter
contentment quickly dispelled that emotion and replaced it with love, pure
and simple.

   Reaching down, I pulled the comforter up to our chins and soon joined
Brit in sleep.  It was the first time that I had slept in the same bed with
another person since her mother had left me several years before.  To my
surprise, I slept more deeply and soundly than ever before.

   When I woke the next morning, Brit was already squirming into position
with the result that we ended up being a little late for work and school.
That night, she took my hand and led me back to bed the moment we finished
dinner.

   The following morning, a Saturday and her birthday, I was rudely
awakened by her rolling me onto my back and stretching my right arm far to
the side.



   "What's going on?" I asked groggily.

   With a giggle, Brit jumped up to sit on my forearm while continuing to
do something with my wrist.  I tried to reach over with my left hand to
drag her to me for a hug, but discovered, to my alarm, that it had been
restrained.  Looking over, I could see that my left wrist had been
handcuffed to the bedframe.  I recognized the cuffs, covered in padding and
garishly colored fake fur, as one of playthings her mother and I had used
in better days.  I tried to pull my right one away from Brit, but it was
already too late.

   "What do you think you're doing, Brit?" I asked incredulously as she
hopped off my arm, an amused and somewhat predatory smile on her face.

   Settling herself on my thighs before I could think to draw them up, she
replied matter-offactly, "It's my birthday, and the thing I want most is
for you to make me a woman.  I wasn't sure you would agree, so I tied you
up."

   "Brit, sweetheart, why don't you let me loose, and we can ..."

   She reached up to silence me by tapping me on the nose with a finger. 
Hard.  "The family tradition is that you have to do what I want on my
birthday, and this is it.  Don't even think about trying to talk me out of
it."

   I gaped at her in astonishment.  While that had been a little tradition
of ours since she was around five, in years past it had only entailed
taking her someplace like the zoo, an amusement park, or a movie and then
cooking her favorite dishes for dinner.

   Kneeling by my hips, she bent down to take my cock in her mouth, sucking
and licking until it stood erect.  Admittedly, it didn't take much.  As her
head bobbed up and down, she stared up into my eyes challengingly, daring
me to protest.  I didn't.

   As she straddled me and rubbed the head of my penis from her clit to her
vaginal entrance, I felt compelled to object.  "I know you want to do this,
and I would be lying if I said I didn't want to, too.  But, Brit, this will
probably hurt you.  Maybe even ..."

   While I was speaking, she fixed me with an evil eye and leaned over to
the side, her arm stretching out to retrieve something from the pile of
blankets.  Before I knew what was happening, she stuffed panties that
tasted strongly of her girl juices into my mouth.

   She grinned down at me.  "Shush, you.  I told you that this is what I
want for my birthday.  I'm not going to let you spoil the mood with all
your whining.  Just lie back and enjoy it.  After all, how many men get to
say that they were raped by their own virgin daughter?"

   I moaned into her panties as she resumed sliding the head of my cock
between the lips of her sex, circling it around and over her clit on each
pass.  She then positioned it at her entrance and held it steady.

   My shaft bent slightly under the pressure as she bore down on it with
all of her weight.  I could feel her tiny entrance at the tip, wet and
slick with her excitement.  Despite my fears, at least three inches slid
inside her before she came to a stop.  The intimate relationship she shared
with her hairbrush had apparently taken care of her hymen long before.

   Her vagina was incredibly tight, almost painfully so.  Her muscles
clamped down hard on the intruder and then went into spasms around it.  It
was the most deliciously erotic sensation I had ever experienced.

   I glanced up at her face and saw that her mouth was hanging open and her
eyes were squeezed shut.  A single tear rolled down her cheek.

   "Mmmph mmf mmmph," I said into her panties.

   Her eyes opened halfway to look down at me, and her lips curled into a
small smile.  "I feel so full, so stretched.  It hurts a little, but in a
good way."

   The pressure resumed, and another inch of me slid into her depths.  She
raised herself slightly and then bore down again, driving me in even
deeper. She repeated this over and over again, and more and more of my cock
vanished between the inturned lips of her sex.  There was less than an inch
remaining outside her when I felt the head nudge against her cervix.

   She then began to move her hips gently up and down and back and forth.
Her jaw dropped open and her head fell back as she experienced a cock
inside her for the first time.  A few minutes later, she leaned forward
slightly and, bracing herself by placing her hands on my chest, began to
ride me more vigorously, causing obscene slurping noises to emanate from
the point of our union.  Her well-stretched sheathe flexed and rippled
around me continuously.

   Suddenly, with an incoherent cry, she went stiff, her body straining and
shaking with the force of her orgasm.  Moments later, she fell forward onto
my chest, clutching me tight as she moaned and writhed on top of me.  The
muscles of her pussy continued to clench and contract around my embedded
cock.  I shouted into her panties as my seed erupted against the tiny
opening of her womb.

   She let out a mewl of pleasure at the sensation.  "I can feel you
shooting your stuff inside me.  It feels so good ...  so warm ...  so
right. Oh!  I love fucking.  You have to promise to fuck me every day from
now on."

   "Mmf Mmmmf," I replied.

   With a giggle she reached back to tickle my balls and the base of my
shaft, bringing my penis fully back to life before it had even had a chance
to soften.  Scooting slightly forward until only a few inches of me
remained inside of her, she pulled the panties from my mouth and locked her
lips to mine.

   For the next half hour, she rocked gently back and forth, fucking those
few inches of cock in and out of her little pussy.  Throughout it all, she
kissed me softly and cooed endearments into my ear.  I loved my little
girl, and more than anything, I wanted to wrap my arms around her quivering
little body and hold her tight.  Damn handcuffs.

   When she felt my body begin to tense with impending climax, she gave me
a final kiss before pushing herself back with a guttural moan, forcing my
entire cock into her quivering tube.  When my semen splashed against her
cervix for the second time, she again came with me, her pussy clamping
around me to milk me of every last drop.

   She laid her head on my chest and panted hard.  "I can feel you getting
smaller inside me," she said delightedly.  "That is so cool!"

   Her pussy was so tight that even once my cock was completely flaccid, it
didn't come loose.  As she dragged herself the short distance up my body to
kiss me again, I could feel my cock stretching until it came free with an
audible pop.  Our combined juices spilled out onto my stomach.

   Lifting herself off of me, she looked down into my eyes with an impish
expression.  "So, do you promise?"

   "Brit, I don't ..."

   "Promise, or I'll leave you tied up here.  When my friends and their
parents start showing up for the party in a few hours, I'll even include
you on the house tour." Grinning mischievously, she did her best tour guide
impression, "And over here is the master bedroom, where you'll see my dad,
still tied up and naked from when I violated him this morning."

   I couldn't help but laugh.  "Ok, if that's what you really want, I
promise."

   "Good," she said cheekily as she reached up to undo the restraints.

   She squeaked in surprise when my newly freed arms wrapped around her,
and I rolled us over so I was on top.  She then sighed in pleasure, her own
arms twining around my neck, as I kissed her deeply.

   When our kiss came to an end, her hands trailed up and down my back.  "I
like having you on top of me.  The next time we make love, I want to do it
this way."

   I could only laugh.

   The father in me suddenly asserted himself.  "Brit, your mother had me
get a vasectomy, so I'm safe, but you do know that if you should choose to
do this with anyone else, you need to take precautions to prevent
pregnancy, right?"

   The 'stupid daddy' look appeared immediately.  "I haven't started my
periods yet, daddy," she replied.  "If I had, I would have gotten rubbers.
It's good to know about the vasectomy, though."

   Smart girl.

   After a fairly lengthy shower - she insisted on joining me and
supervised as I made sure every part of her was squeaky clean - we went
downstairs and hustled to get everything ready for her party.  Most of it
should have been done the night before, but with a little elbow grease we
managed.

   While I got her cake in the oven, cleaned the grill, and filled bowls
with various kinds of munchies, she went to the den and got my computer
ready for the evening.

   I had barely finished icing the cake when the first of the guests
arrived.  The rest of the day passed in a blur as a giggling stampede of
girls tore through the house and yard.  It was well after dark when the
last of the parents retrieved their offspring, leaving only Brit, Cindy and
me.

   The girls started to help me clean up, but I shooed them off, saying
that the birthday girl should never have to work on her special day.

   As Cindy stood smiling, Brit gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "Okay, daddy,
if you insist.  We're going to go up to my room and listen to some music."

   As they were walking away, Brit turned and gave me a broad wink,
pointing toward the den.  I rushed through the bulk of the cleanup and then
hurried to my computer.

   It was already booted up and ready.  Brit had even logged me in to the
webcam site under the username 'Daddy2u.' I quickly located my nymphs under
the name 'sexxygirlzsuenmandy.' I then expanded their video to fill the
upper part of my screen, with the chat window and a view of what my own
camera was showing in the bottom corners.  While I could hear them, they
asked for everyone to 'talk' to them in the chat window as 'Sue's' father
was home and they didn't want to risk men's voices being heard coming from
her room.  This pretense was for my benefit to keep Cindy from recognizing
my voice.

   For the first half hour, the girls, hyperactive from the sugar rush
evoked by too much birthday cake and soda, pranced around in front of the
camera, dancing, singing, and, very occasionally, flashing their chests. 
The giggling was nearly continuous.  The viewer count quickly grew to well
over two hundred, and the chat screen scrolled rapidly as men told them how
sexy and pretty they were.

   Over the next half hour, the girls gradually became more daring.  While
one was talking to their admirers or typing in the chat window, the other
would dance in the background, frequently flashing her breasts or, more
rarely, mooning the camera.  Although Cindy, or Mandy as she was calling
herself on the cam, had a completely flat chest, I couldn't help but again
notice her beautiful, round, firm-looking ass.

   Shortly after Brit, or Sue I suppose, pushed the front of her shorts
down to give a brief flash of her little cunny, they announced that they
were moving to a private room.  The chat screen was inundated with requests
for invitations.

   A window popped up with my own invite seconds later.  After clicking
'Yes,' I found myself looking at a close up of Brit's face as she typed
rapidly.  The viewer count increased to six and then stopped.  I recognized
two of the viewer names, Bigone69 and Manbear, from the first time I had
caught Brit playing in front of the cam.

   "sexxygirlzsuenmandy: Brb, don't go away!" appeared in the chat window.

   I joined the other viewers in typing, "I'll be here."

   When the girls traipsed back into view a minute or two later, they were
wearing nothing but panties and wide grins.  The requests for them to show
more started to roll in immediately.  The flashes of round little bottoms
quickly became far more frequent and lingered longer.

   Cindy took her turn at the keyboard.  "Manbear and Daddy2u aren't naked.
We're not showing more until they are."

   With a start, I recalled that I was 'Daddy2u.' I lifted my hips from the
chair and pushed my jeans and boxers to the floor.  I could see Cindy
studying her own screen with a slight smile.

   "That's better," she typed.  "Here's a little treat."

   Stepping back, she lowered the front of her panties, giving us a
lingering look at her fuzzy pussy.  Her amazing clitoris was already
swollen and clearly visible.  My hand sought out my cock and began to
stroke.

   Turning away from the camera, she then gave us a nice long look at her
behind.  While she did so, a giggling Brit took her turn at the keyboard.

   A second later, a private message from Brit flashed on my screen. 
"Check out 'Feelinglonely.' I think you'll like it."

   I was skeptical about the appeal that watching some pervert masturbate
while he looked at my daughter and her friend would hold, but her message
made me curious enough to take a look.  It took me a minute to figure out
how to bring up the other viewer in a smaller window.  When I finally
succeeded, I let out a low whistle of surprise as the rounded hips and
widely spread thighs of an adult woman appeared on my screen.  Her dark
blond pubic hair was shaved down to a short, narrow landing strip above her
slit, leaving her thick, engorged labia fully revealed.  She was teasing
her clit with a bright pink vibrator

   In response to the requests that continued to pour down the chat window,
the girls quickly became more daring.  The flashes of pussies and asses
grew longer in duration and, occasionally, a finger would dart down to rub
across a clit, or dip between excited labia.

   On my smaller window, I saw a flash of pink as Feelinglonely removed the
vibrator and leaned forward.  The bottom globes of what appeared to be a
magnificent set of tits appeared at the top of the little screen.

   "If you two are comfortable with it, why don't you give each other a
kiss.  Maybe even touch each other's breasts," she typed.

   The eyes of both girls widened as they read the message, and they turned
to give each other bashful glances.  There was a brief, whispered
conversation which concluded with them turning to face each other.  They
leaned in, their lips touching for an instant before they withdrew with
tittering giggles.  A second later, their lips touched again, this time for
a little longer.  When their lips met for the third time, Brit's hand ran
tentatively up her friend's stomach to rub her fingers over the hard pebble
of Cindy's nipple.  After she pinched the little nubbin, the girls
separated with another giggle.

   The sight of the girls touching and kissing each other was hot, but I
wanted more.  Releasing my cock, I leaned forward to type, "It's okay to
use a little tongue when you kiss.  It feels so much better."

   The girls blushed and turned away from each other, making me think I had
pushed too fast.  They then turned back.  Brit leaned forward, placing her
hands on Cindy's hips.  Their lips parted as they drew close, and the tips
of their tongues came darting out.  As the kiss went on, Cindy's hand
drifted up to gently heft one of Brit's budding breasts, her fingers
teasing the already hardened nipple.  Brit quickly returned her own hand to
Cindy's far flatter chest.

   The chat screen was still.  Presumably, everyone's hands were busy with
other things.  Glancing over at Feelinglonely's screen, I saw that the
vibrator was lying abandoned next to her.  Her arms were crossed across her
well-toned stomach, her hands out of sight - no doubt pleasuring her own
breasts and nipples.

   The girls briefly broke for air but immediately went back for more,
their bodies pressing tightly together.  Brit's hands slid down to cup
Cindy's panty-covered ass and gave those luscious cheeks a squeeze. 
Moments later they parted.  Their faces flushed and chests heaving, they
turned back toward the screen.

   "Did you all like that?" Cindy typed.

   I joined the chorus of enthusiastic replies.  Before I could lean back,
a private message appeared.

   "Feelinglonely: Great suggestion!  That was hot!  ;-)"

   I replied, "It sure was!  These girls are just damn sexy."

   "They sure are.  They have me dripping wet."

   "Really?  It's hard for me to tell on that little screen..."

   "You're watching me, too?!"

   Although Brit had my heart, I couldn't resist a little harmless
flirtation.  "Of course!  You're every bit as sexy as they are."

   "You say the nicest things.  Would you like me to show you what I mean?"

   "I would love it!"

   On my little screen, Feelinglonely leaned forward until her magnificent
breasts were fully in view.  I noticed with interest that she had a small
tattoo of a rose on her shoulder.  Her hand filled the screen as she
reached for her camera.  The view flashed to a wall, the floor, and the
inside of a thigh until finally the entire screen was filled with a close
up of her pussy.  With two fingers, she spread her inner lips wide apart.
Another dipped in to stir that honey pot.  She hadn't been lying; she was
soaking wet.

   "Mmmm, that looks delicious," I sent.

   Her finger sank slowly inside her to the knuckle and then withdrew at
the same speed.  The view bounced back and forth as she returned the camera
to its original position.  Once it was again motionless, she bent down
until her mouth came into view.  I let out a little moan as she sucked her
finger clean.

   She reached down to type, "Yummy!"

   In general chat, she added, "The rest of us are naked and making
ourselves feel really good.  Why don't you join us, sexxygirlz?"

   Brit and Cindy were more than willing.

   As they leaned back and placed their hands on the elastic of their
panties, Manbear typed, "Why don't you two get on all fours so we can see
your pretty little butts, too?"

   With broad grins, the girls rolled over onto their knees.  I gasped as
they lowered their panties slowly, revealing more and more of their creamy
white bottoms.  Moments later, Brit's hairless slit and Cindy's fuzzy one
came into view.  I noticed lustfully that the wisps of pubic hair
surrounding Cindy's pussy were matted down with moisture.  As soon as their
private parts had been revealed, they whipped their panties the rest of the
way off and planted their knees wide apart.  Once in position, their
fingers reached back to caress swollen clits and delve between the lips of
their overheated pussies.

   Glancing over at the smaller screen, I saw that Feelinglonely was
plunging two fingers in and out of her own sopping cunt.

   Typing one handed, I sent her a private message, "Why don't you use one
finger from each hand, so you can imagine that they're both finger fucking
your hot pussy?"

   She didn't respond in words, but she did place both hands between her
legs, thrusting her index fingers into her hole while rubbing her clit with
her thumbs.  My eyes went back and forth between the screens as I stroked
myself furiously.

   Feelinglonely reached her peak first, her hips arching up violently as
her fingers and thumbs went into overdrive.  I watched breathlessly as her
thighs trembled and her buttocks clenched.

   When she finally settled back into her chair, her chest heaving, I
typed, "That was so sexy!  I love watching you cum!"

   It was a few minutes before she leaned forward to reply, "Thanks!  I <3
cumming.  Now stop typing and get back to stroking.  It's your turn to cum
for me!  Hurry up!  I want to see your thick, white jizz come gushing out!"

   Turning my attention back to the larger screen, I saw that the girls had
moved the screen, mouse and keyboard to the floor in front of them, but had
left the camera alone.  Their shoulders and heads were pressed tightly
together as they read the stream of compliments and suggestions that
scrolled down the chat screen.  Their fingers continued to glide over
swollen pleasure buttons and slide into dripping young pussies.  The only
sounds coming over the speakers were their soft gasps and moans.

   "Having a friend touch you feels much better than touching yourself," I
sent in general chat.

   Feelinglonely immediately sent me a PM, "LOL.  Says the guy who's
playing with himself."

   Grinning to myself, I replied, "I would much rather have someone else do
it for me, but there just isn't anyone handy."

   "I know the feeling well."

   "C'mon, a beautiful woman like you?  How can your husband keep his hands
off of you?  You have to be married, because if you were single there would
be a line of men stretching for miles just to ask you out." Although I
hadn't seen her face, her body was such that she would have to look like
the sea hag for this not to be true.

   I wasn't expecting a serious response, but she replied, "I got married
right out of high school due to an unexpected pregnancy.  To make a long,
painful story short, I've been single for a few years now.  I haven't dated
at all since.  I hate the bar scene, I'm leery of internet dating sites,
and every man at work that I would be interested in is either married or
gay.  Plus, as you might have guessed from the fact that I'm here watching
two young girls masturbate, I have interests that most men wouldn't be
comfortable with and that I don't want to hide anymore.  So, I decided to
give this a try."

   "This is your first time?  Mine, too, and for pretty much the same
reason."

   "This is my first time on camera, but I've been getting off watching
these two for a few months now."

   "They've done this together before?"

   "No, but they both put on solo shows almost every night.  They're so
beautiful that sometimes I cum just from watching them without even
touching myself.  In fact, I came the first time tonight when I saw that
they would be together.  Oh, look!  The girls are taking your suggestion."

   My eyes immediately shot back to the larger screen.  Brit and Cindy were
propping themselves up on their outer elbows while the fingers of their
inner hands rubbed tentatively over the other's clit.  They apparently
decided that this position was too awkward as, moments later, they rolled
over onto their backs.  As they looked into each other's eyes, their hands
returned to their former locations.

   I reached forward to make another suggestion, but Feelinglonely beat me
to the punch.  Typing with both hands is a big advantage.  "Why don't you
two roll over on your sides and face each other?  Having your clit rubbed
feels even better when you're kissing someone."

   As distracted as the girls were, it was more than a minute before Cindy
glanced at the screen and saw the message.  After a hurried, whispered
discussion, the girls rolled toward each other, their nipples rubbing
together as their lips met.  They lifted their upper legs to give
heartstopping views of their wet slits.  Seconds later, the view was
blocked as hands slid into place.

   Their moans of pleasure muffled by the kiss, they soon started to gyrate
their hips, humping into one another.  Cindy was the first to take the next
step, her middle finger sliding deep into Brit's pussy.  With a loud groan,
Brit returned the favor.  As she withdrew, I could see Cindy's thick pussy
lips clasping tightly around the invading digit.

   "Are you fantasizing about fucking those little girls?" Feelinglonely
asked in a private message.  "Don't answer, just keep stroking that big,
beautiful cock.

   "Imagine that they're lying on your bed, the brunette on top of the
blond.  They're kissing just like they are now, so they don't hear you
coming.  Their legs are spread wide apart, their pussies glistening in
welcome.

   "They start in surprise as you start to rub your throbbing cock up and
down between the blond's pussy lips.  She gasps as you start to slowly sink
inside.  The feel of your hard dick pushing its way into her virgin pussy
sends her into orgasm immediately, and the walls of her already tight pussy
clamp down on you rhythmically.

   "It takes a while, but you steadily sink deeper and deeper into her hot
cunt until, with more than an inch still to go, you bottom out.  The
fluttering mouth of her womb kisses the head of your cock hello.

   "You take a few long strokes, withdrawing until only the head is still
inside her before driving back in as deep as you can go.  Her orgasm never
stops.

   "She groans in disappointment when you pull free, and you see the
brunette shiver in anticipation, knowing that it's her turn now.  Although
just as wet, her pussy is even tighter than the blond's.  You're barely
inside when you're blocked by the remains of her cherry, already partially
broken by the fingers - and maybe even the tongue - of her best friend and
lover.

   "She squeaks in pain as you thrust hard, taking her virginity.  Placing
your hands on her quivering ass, you rub her soothingly, keeping your cock
motionless as her pain subsides.  Soon she's pushing back, trying to take
more of you inside her.  You reach around to rub her clit gently as you
press forward."

   On the larger screen, the girls were reaching a crescendo.  With their
lips still locked together, they writhed passionately, their fingers
thrusting so fast that they appeared as little more than a blur despite the
high framerate of the camera.  Their soft moans were nearly drowned out by
the wet slurping sounds emanating from their centers.

   On the smaller screen, Feelinglonely had placed her camera back between
her legs, treating me to a view of the bright pink vibrator vanishing and
reappearing in the darker pink folds of her twat.  Every few strokes, she
removed it completely to buzz it against the side of her clit.

   Another PM from her appeared.  She obviously wasn't as hampered by
typing with only one hand as I was.  "Although tighter than the blond, her
pussy is deeper, and you keep going until your balls are rubbing against
her plump, bald mound.  Again you only allow yourself a few strokes in her
exquisitely tight girl cunt before pulling free.

   "Stooping slightly, you line yourself up with the blond's hot hole.  Her
pussy is ready for you this time, and you slide smoothly into her until you
bump against her cervix.  When you pull back, you can see her pussy lips
clamped tightly around the shaft of your cock, exactly like they're doing
to the brunette's finger now.

   "You go back and forth, fucking each for a few strokes before switching
to the other.  They're squirming in pleasure, kissing passionately as they
run their hands all over each other's body.  They're cumming and cumming
around your cock.

   "You're deep inside the brunette when you feel your balls start to
tighten.  The girls are simply too tight, too hot, too beautiful for you to
last even a second longer.  Your thrusts become erratic as you start to
erupt.  Not wanting the blond to feel left out, you whip your cock out of
the brunette after the first spurt and plunge it into the blond, giving her
the rest of your load."

   Between watching the three pussies being pleasured and reading the
fantasy Feelinglonely had spun for me, I erupted for real, my seed shooting
high into the air.

   On the smaller screen, the vibrator popped free and fell to the floor.
Feelinglonely rubbed her clit frantically as she held her labia open,
showing me her sweet hole contracting in orgasm.

   On the larger screen, the girls were holding each other close, enjoying
each other's warmth as they basked in the afterglow of their own intense
orgasms.

   Once I had regained my composure, I sent a PM to Feelinglonely.  "That
was awesome!  Thanks!"

   "No problem," she replied shortly.  "I enjoyed it, too.  I would love to
see these little vixens get fucked."

   "I noticed that you didn't give the blond a cherry in your sexy little
story."

   "Hehe.  I've seen that little minx fuck herself silly with a hair
curler. Her hymen never stood a chance." Having seen the same thing, I had
to agree.

   On the larger screen, Brit slowly got to her feet and pulled on her robe
before heading out her bedroom door.  Guessing that she was coming to see
me, I decided that it would be a good idea to shut off my camera before she
showed up on it.

   After saying my goodbyes to Cindy and Feelinglonely, I sent the latter
another private message.  "That was a lot of fun.  We'll have to do it
again some time."

   "Mmmm, I would like that a lot.  How about tomorrow night?  Cindy
usually puts on a show around six."

   Before I could think, she sent out a correction, "Oops, I meant Mandy."

   "Sounds great!  I'll see you then.  Take care, Feelinglonely."

   "You, too, Daddy2u.  I'm looking forward to it."

   Seconds after I logged off, my door cracked open.

   "Is it safe to come in, Daddy?" Brit asked from the hall.

   "Yep.  I saw you leaving your room and thought you might be coming here.
Kinda risky, don't you think?"

   "A little, but I wanted to bring you this before it dried."

   She dashed across the room and held her hand up to my nose.  The first
two fingers were shiny wet.  She waved them back and forth, letting me get
a good whiff of her best friend's wonderful aroma, before pressing them to
my lips.  When I opened my mouth, she pushed them in, grinning at me as I
sucked them clean.  The taste made my cock start to harden.

   "Does Cindy's pussy taste good, Daddy?" she asked cheekily.

   "Delicious," I replied, making a show of licking the last few drops from
her hand.

   "As good as mine?"

   I had to laugh.  "No pussy tastes as good as yours, my darling
daughter."

   "Good answer," she beamed.  "So what did you think of the show?"

   "It was incredible!  The two of you are so sexy."

   I took her into my arms and gave her a kiss.  Her lips were still
slightly swollen from kissing Cindy.

   Pulling back, I asked, "Who's Feelinglonely?"

   "I don't know.  I've seen the name before, but I didn't even know that
she was a she until tonight when Cindy invited her."

   "She knows Cindy's real name."

   Brit's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  "That's odd.  Cindy's the one who
told me never to give my real name."

   While she was pondering the matter, I turned her around and led her to
the edge of my desk.  I applied gentle pressure to her shoulders until her
body was face down on top of it.

   "What do you think you're doing, Daddy?" she hissed.  "Cindy's right
upstairs.  She could catch us."

   Despite her protests, she reached down to flip the bottom of her robe up
over her back, revealing her lovely ass to my voracious eyes.  Tracing a
finger between the lips of her sex, I found that she was still dripping
wet. Easing behind her, I aligned my cock with her entrance and pushed
forward.

   She was so aroused and had been fingered so thoroughly that I entered
her without difficulty.  I stopped when I bottomed out, savoring the
sensation of her tight sheathe gripping every part of me.

   Brit turned her head to the side.  Her eyes were closed and her lips
were curled up in a smile.  "Naughty daddy," she whispered.  "Screwing your
little girl while her friend is over for a sleepover."

   I sighed dramatically.  "You're right.  I should stop."

   Her smile grew even wider.  "Don't you dare."

   I began to thrust in and out of her steadily, gradually increasing the
speed.  Her tunnel flexed and fluttered around me, making me bite my lip to
keep from moaning loud enough for Cindy to hear.

   "Go faster, daddy," Brit whispered.  "Hurry and shoot your stuff inside
me.  If I'm gone too long, Cindy will come looking for me."

   Kneading and massaging the firm round cheeks of her bottom, I increased
the pace even more.

   "Mmmm, you stretch me so good, daddy.  I love the way you feel inside
me."

   Pulling her back from the desk a little, I twined my arm beneath her
bucking hips to gently rub around her clit.  Only seconds later, I felt her
pussy begin to contract and spasm around the churning shaft of my cock. 
The sensation was all I needed to send me over the edge.

   "You're so beautiful, Brit," I whispered as my semen sprayed inside her.
"And so smart.  And so sexy.  I love you."

   "I love you, too, Daddy," she gasped through tightly clenched teeth.

   I came to a stop with my loins pressed against her quivering bottom
cheeks and stayed there until I had softened completely.  When I popped
free, I helped her to stand and then engulfed her in a hug.  She hugged me
back hard, resting her head against my shoulder.

   After a few minutes, we reluctantly separated.  I went and pulled my
pants on while Brit straightened her robe.

   Once we were decent, she came over for another quick hug and kiss. 
"Goodnight, Daddy," she said sweetly.

   "Goodnight, my little darling."

   I staggered out to the kitchen and finished cleaning up before heading
to my bed.

   The next morning, Brit woke me by shaking my shoulder.  As I came awake,
she pressed a finger to my lips to keep me quiet.

   Leaning down, she whispered in my ear, "Cindy's in the bathroom, but
won't be much longer.  I just wanted to give you a good morning kiss."

   "Thanks, sweetheart, but I have horrible morning breath.  You'll
probably want a rain check."

   Ignoring my warning, she pressed her lips to mine with a giggle , her
tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  Her lips didn't taste like I had
expected.  In fact, she tasted like...

   "Brit!" I exclaimed.  "Just what have you been doing?"

   Her lips traced over my jaw line to my ear, where she whispered, "Cindy
was asleep when I got back to my room last night, but woke up when I
crawled into bed.  She wanted to play some more.  When she licked my
cootchie, I don't think she knew what it was that she was licking up, but
she sure did seem to like it.  When I sucked that enormous clit of hers,
she screamed so loud that I was amazed we didn't wake you.  We did it again
when we woke up this morning."

   We heard the toilet flush down the hall.  After a quick peck on the
lips, Brit scampered out of the room.

   I spent the rest of the morning in a daze.  I was still cleaning up the
breakfast dishes when the doorbell rang.  I assumed it was Cindy's mother,
Monica, who had been widowed by a car accident a few years ago.

   After yelling up the stairs to tell Cindy that her mother was there, I
hollered for Monica to come in and make herself at home.  I then returned
to scrubbing a skillet.

   "Hi, Monica," I said when I heard footsteps enter the kitchen.

   "Hi, Tom," she replied.  "My, my, aren't you domestic?"

   "I try," I said with a chuckle.  "Mostly I fail, but I do try."

   "Was Cindy any trouble?"

   "None at all.  She's welcome here anytime.  You are, too, for that
matter," I said lightly.  Monica, a gorgeous blond who could have been a
model if she decided to give up being a doctor, was well out of my league,
even if I wasn't perfectly content with my darling Brittany.

   "I might just take you up on that."

   That statement surprised me enough that I finally turned to look over at
her.  She stood smiling, wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top with
spaghetti thin straps.
   My eyes froze when they came to the rose tattoo on her shoulder.  

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