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A Day At The Park (Mg, cons, inc, artificial stimulation)

   This material is Copyright, 2010, WrangellWyrm.  All rights reserved. 
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Disclaimer:
This story is entirely a work of fiction.  It is fantasy written for

adults who enjoy work of this nature.  It in no way condones nor justifies
similar acts in the real world.  So, if content depicting sexually oriented
acts between a father and his young daughter offends you, do not read
further.  This story was previously posted as "A Day At The Park by Fenris.

   Love it or hate it, let me know: wrangellwyrm(at)gmail.com

   A Day At The Park By WrangellWyrm

   One Saturday, my wife Ellen decided she needed a break from her regular
routine of housewife and mother.  I suggested she go into Boston with her
sister and do some shopping and self-pampering while I took care of our
little Sophia.  Of course, that was no problem for me.  I always enjoy
spending some quality time with my little girl.

   So we packed a day bag for Sophia, the usual mix of diapers, wipes,
juice & cheerios and hit the road to meet Ellen's sister across town.  We
were discussing what color to paint the dining room when the familiar
noises started.  From the back seat came little frustrated grunts and a
rhythmic squeaking like a badly oiled hinge.

   "Your daughter is at it again" Ellen laughed.  I looked in the rearview
mirror.  Sure enough, there was Sophia, my innocent little Sophia, grinding
away against the center strap of her child seat!  It was a new habit she'd
picked up over the past few weeks, this self-pleasuring.  "My daughter?", I
said with a grin " It's you she takes after, she just never gets enough!"

   It was true.  Lately, as soon as we'd get her into the car seat, Sophia
would begin to pump herself back and forth against the strap that ran
between her legs.  Once she began, she was lost in her own little world of
masturbatory pleasure.  No amount of coaxing would break her from it.  She
just went at it until she was red in the face or until she tired herself
out and fell asleep.  Our pediatrician had assured us that it was quite
natural and she'd probably outgrow it over time.  I had my doubts.

   I dropped Ellen off at her sister Elaine's apartment with a kiss and
turned the car back out onto the highway that led back home.  "Who wants to
go to the park and see the ducks?" I asked to the back seat behind me. 
"Ducks, ducks, ducks!" my daughter responded with glee.  "Ducks it is", I
thought and turned the truck down the lane that led to our neighborhood
park.

   My little girl just loved the park.  In addition to the playground area,
there was a small pond with twelve ducks.  We always brought some stale
bread with us to feed them and Sophia would scream with laughter as they
chased the pieces she threw.  I was looking forward to a very pleasant, if
not very exciting Saturday together with my daughter.

   As I made the turn into the park's parking lot.  I heard something slide
off the seat and hit the passenger floorboard.  Once I'd parked the truck,
I glanced over and found it was my wife's cellphone.  She'd had it out
earlier, calling ahead to make sure her sister was ready.  She must have
forgotten to put it back in her purse.  I picked it up and put it in my
pocket for safekeeping.

   Sophia and I spent the next two hours feeding ducks, swinging and making
repeated trips up and down the slide.  Later, as we were walking back
toward the truck to leave, I felt a buzzing in my pants pocket.  It
startled me at first until I remembered Ellen's cellphone.  "She must have
had it set to vibrate" I thought, enjoying the playful tickle of it against
my balls.  I answered it...and it was a wrong number, naturally.

   I got Sophia back to the truck and was about to put her in her car seat,
when I realized she had a wet diaper.  No problem, I grabbed a fresh one
from the diaper bag and laid her out on the back seat to change her.  She
loved to have her diaper changed, always enjoying the cool air on her
little bum.  As I cleaned her off with a wipe, I couldn't help noticing how
pink and puffy her little pussy was.  She must have really been going at it
earlier, to give it such a workout.  I took a little diaper creme and
rubbed it on her thighs and softly massaged it into her reddened crotch.  I
found myself staring at her little pink, hairless slit in a way I'd never
done before...

   Now, where the idea came from, I can't tell you.  I can only say that it
came to me instantly, and I never stopped to question it.  I put the clean
diaper back in the bag and slipped Sophia's pink and white tights back on
without her diaper.  They were just tight enough to give her a subtle
little pink camel toe.  I knew it was wrong, but seeing it, my dick began
to harden.  Reaching into the floorboard, I grabbed a pair of clean dress
socks that I keep in my truck, just in case I need them.  Taking Ellen's
phone from my pocket, I slid it all the way down into the toe of sock.

   I laid the sock into the car seat with the leg running up the back
cushion and the phone resting against the middle strap.  Lifting my smiling
daughter, I put her into her car seat and began to tighten the straps.  My
wife's cell phone was now firmly strapped against my Sophia's tiny pussy! I
have to say that the thought of what I was doing made me both sick and
exhilarated at the same time!  My hands were actually shaking as I
tightened the last strap and kissed my baby girl's forehead.  "Let's go for
a little ride honey", I whispered.

   There's a little road which circles the park, it's no more than two
miles long.  It winds back and forth, through the trees around the duck
pond and back through the main parking lot.  It was this road that I slowly
started to drive down.  I turned on the radio and cruised slowly around the
park, listening to the Beatles sing "Love Me Do".  It took a minute or so,
but before the song ended, I was rewarded with the familiar creaking sound
accompanied by my daughter's labored breathing.  My heart was pounding away
in my chest, as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cellphone.  I
scrolled through the contacts list until I came to Ellen's cellphone
number. Glancing back at my daughter through the rearview mirror, I pressed
send...

   I heard the muffled hum of Ellen's phone against the plastic seat strap
and knew it was vibrating against my daughter's little pussy too.  As soon
as the phone began to vibrate though, Sophia stopped her grinding.  For a
second she froze with a look of complete confusion on her face.  Her brows
furrowed and I was afraid that she was about to cry, so I quickly hung up
my phone.  The vibrating stopped and Sophia immediately reached down
between her legs, bending her little head forward as she tried in vain to
see exactly what was down there interrupting her normal fun.

   I kept driving slowly and within about thirty seconds I could hear her
heavy little breaths as she started grinding herself against the belt and
cellphone again.  I let her get back into a regular rhythm and then I keyed
in Ellen's number again.  The humming began again between Sophia's legs and
once more, she looked confused and stopped her thrusting.  This time, I
decided to let the phone keep vibrating for a few seconds just to see what
she would do.

   Sophia made a couple of tiny, frustrated grunts as her little fingers
reached back down into her crotch again.  Still afraid that she was about
to get upset, I shut my cellphone.  The buzzing from the back seat stopped
short.  As I watched her, she continued to reach down between her legs to
pull at the phone.  Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.  She seemed to be
getting more and more agitated with the situation, when she suddenly let
out a little whine.  "What's wrong, Monkey?" I asked her over my shoulder.

   I got no response at first, but after a few seconds, I heard another
plaintive little whine.  I stopped the car, looked over my shoulder and
asked her again, "What's the matter Honey-bun?" She looked up at me then
with those big brown eyes of hers and in her sweetest little begging tone
said, "More, Daddy?"

   I'm ashamed to say it, but the fact is, those two words made me get hard
instantly and I mean rock-hard!  My mouth went of dry, but I managed to ask
her, "More what, honey?" "More, Daddy, more!" she begged again looking up
into my eyes pleadingly, her little hands worrying with the phone between
her legs.

   That was it, I was getting those little butterflies in my stomach, the
kind I got the first time a girl took my cock into her mouth.  I could feel
a drop of pre-cum leaking from my throbbing cock.  It was terrible and it
was beautiful!  I just couldn't believe my own daughter was having this
effect on me!  I wish I could say I hesitated, but I didn't.  I dialed
Ellen's number like lightening, and the phone began to buzz again.  "There
you go, baby" I whispered back to my daughter, "You just enjoy yourself for
Daddy."

   This time, Sophia relaxed almost instantly, easing her little crotch
down firmly against the phone.  She looked at me and her eyes got that
sleepy, far-away look that made them even more beautiful than normal. 
Within seconds, she began to rock her hips slowly, her little legs swaying
back and forth with the rhythm.

   I put the car in drive and quickly pulled into a parking space that was
secluded by a group of trees.  Letting the engine run, I turned to watch as
my little girl pleasured herself before me.  As the minutes past, her
rocking began to grow in urgency and each of her thrusts were now
accompanied by little grunts of pleasure.  Her eyes were all but closed,
her breathing short and heavy.  Before, I really realized what I was doing,
I had unzipped my shorts and pulled my swollen cock out.  I knew it was
wrong, but I began to stroke myself to the rhythm of my little girl's
grunts, trying to match her speed.

   Her grunts had now become high-pitched whines and she was rocking so
hard I was afraid she might actually fling herself from her car seat! 
Suddenly, she made a noise I'd never heard from her before, a loud
screeching cry like "Eeeeeeyyaaahhhh!" and her whole body instantly
stiffened!  Her little eyes fluttered and tried to open, but then they
rolled back up into her head.  With a gasp, her entire body went limp in
the seat.  Before I could do anything, she instantly went rigid again with
a cry like "Uuunneeeaah!"

   It all happened so quickly, it took me a couple of seconds to fully
realize what I was seeing.  The realization that my little girl was having
her very first orgasm, right in front of me, was just too much for me to
take!  My own orgasm hit me so hard that I slipped forward in the seat with
a groan, spraying spurt after spurt of hot cum across the passenger seat,
the drink holder and door!

   Gasping for air, I milked my dick for every ounce of cum I could expel.
I watched as my baby's body relaxed again briefly before shaking with
pleasure again, silently this time.  I kept watching her until she fell
asleep from sheer exhaustion.  Before she was through, Sophia had a wave of
five little orgasms.
   And her Daddy got to see each and every one.

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