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Part II - Back-to-School Shopping

Screw the Berne Convention. If you would like to re-post, steal, or
tattoo this story on your arm pit, knock yourself out.

If you are offended by pornography, for god's sake stop reading
alt.sex.stories, you idiot.

If you are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race.
This is a fantasy, without consequences. Real sex has consequences
like pregnancy (duh!), disease, and emotional devastation. Don't ever
let anybody talk you into doing something you aren't ready for. When
you are old enough to be ready, relish every minute.




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

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

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

Late in August I got out my gift certificates and showed Daddy the
dress code. He was just as grumpy as I thought, but he read the
pamphlet all the way through. I didn't know what to expect. Finally he
said, "Alright, young lady. I can see that you will have to do some
shopping if you're going to be ready for school next week, so get
dressed and I'll drive you to the mall. I'm going with you, however,
to make sure things don't get out of hand. I still believe girls your
age should be modestly dressed and well behaved. That doesn't mean you
have to wear a Burka like in Europe, but I still think girls can be
patriotic without going naked everywhere." He sighed. "Well, there
doesn't seem to be anything I can do about this ridiculous "dress
code", but at least I'm going to make sure you behave yourself in
public."

Jill - At the Mall

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

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

"See here. My daughter is being forced into this ridiculous "Program"
at school, and she needs to have her pubic hair removed. She's much
too young for this, so I would greatly appreciate it if you would
treat her very gently and in complete privacy."

"Certainly, sir", said Kitty, giving me a sly wink and a smile. "We
have private rooms and professional stylists who deal with this
situation daily. Would you like to be present?"

"God, no. And no male staff, either. My daughter is already
embarrassed enough by this whole thing." I smiled to myself.

We were lucky that they had an opening, so Daddy paid Kitty and sat
down in the waiting room, trying not to stare at any of the women in
the styling chairs. Kitty smiled, took my hand, and said "Right this
way young lady."

Bill Peters - The Ophelia Factor

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

It's not easy bringing up a daughter these days. Sure, teenage girls
have always been a handful, even before society started actively
fighting back against Islamic extremism by encouraging sex and nudity.
Even before the Program little girls were exposed to sexual imagery
everywhere they looked. But even the Program didn't screw them up as
badly as Ophelia Sorensen.

She gets more press than Paris Hilton used to. The difference is that
Ophelia is getting it before she even turns sixteen. Every guy wants
to do her; every girl wants to be her. Most girls are her.

It started when she was 13 and called Girls Protective Services and
reported her parents for sexual oppression, just because they wouldn't
let her go topless in their own home! It's never hard to find a
'loving' foster home for a nubile young teenager, but there was
widespread outrage a week later when the tabloids published those
pictures of Ophelia's threesome with her foster brother and father.
Her real parents had already gone to court, and her mother was all
over TV and radio demanding her parental rights. People were shocked
when Ophelia was quoted saying that her mother would be better off if
she spent less time talking and more time sucking cock.

GPS vs  Sorensen was a landmark case with a twist. The court refused
Girls Protective Services request to terminate the Sorensen's parental
rights, but in a sweeping ruling they stated that "There are no
parental rights which restrain the sexual autonomy of a young girl
[who has reached puberty and had 'the shot']". It became known as the
"Girls gone wild" decision. The president called it "a new Patriot Act
for new patriots."

Ophelia was already rich from product endorsements, starting with the
"O! blouse". She was almost never seen without cum stains on her top.
Years ago people paid extra for faded, torn Jeans, now the rage in
feminine fashion is pre-stained tops. You can't find a clean blouse
any more, and even if you could women won't wear them. Even little
girl's tops come with unmistakable patterns on the chest and
shoulders. The O! blouse was the beginning of a full line of fashions
aimed at the Junior Miss, and Victoria's Little Sister opened for
business.

The press conference after the court decision was covered live by
every network. Nobody knew what to think when Ophelia's mother showed
up wearing the same outfit as her daughter, but with an old-fashioned,
unstained blouse. The first question was for Mrs. Sorensen, "What do
you intend to do about the decision? Are you still determined to get
your daughter back? How can you do it after this?"

Without answering, Jeanette Sorensen stood up, walked to her husband,
dropped to her knees, and followed her daughter's advice on national
television. Ophelia joined her mother a few minutes later, aiming her
Dad's cock at her mom's blouse as he spurted cum all over her. That
outrageous display was the beginning of the mother-daughter fashion
line called 'Sorensen Style' that brought them another small fortune.

There was more outrage about incest, but under the Lewinsky legal
standard what they did could not be prosecuted, because it's not
incest if it isn't sex. These days if a mother and daughters wear
Sorensen Style, fathers are very happy men.

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

Jill - Pussy Power!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bill Peters - Reminiscences

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

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

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

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

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

Jill - Girlie Pop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill - Victoria's Little Sister

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill - The Wild Pair

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

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

There in the window were Cinderella's glass slippers. They were four
inch crystal platforms with eight inch stiletto heals. I loved them,
but I knew the $250 price tag was way more than I could afford. Still,
I had to at least try them on.

The salesman was my daddy's age, and I loved the way he dropped his
other customers as soon as he saw me sit down. I decided to flirt with
him, so I let my skirt ride up a little and show off my new thong as
he sat down in front of me. The white lace was pulled part way up
inside my slit, and he caressed my legs a little higher than necessary
as he slipped on the shoes. I loved the way the shoes made my legs
look, but I knew there was no way I could afford them. He saw me
pouting and asked what was wrong. I told him that my Daddy would never
pay that much for school shoes.

"Hmm", he said. "Well young lady, maybe we can help you out. The store
is putting together a display of pretty girls wearing our shoes, and
we're offering a 50% discount for girls willing to model. We'd love to
have a picture of you in our window dressed just the way you are. What
do you think?"

That was easy! Every girl wants to be a model, and now I had a chance
to get my picture taken in my new outfit, and maybe put in the store
window. The salesman brought out a camera and snapped a few pics of me
walking around the store and some of me sitting down, from the
salesman's perspective so I got to show off my new panties again. He
told me he would knock off another $50 if he could keep copies of
those. I went looking for Daddy.

I knew I could wheedle him into buying them for me as long as he
didn't know that all my friends called them "fuck-me" shoes. I just
needed to keep him thinking Cinderella, so I lead him by the store
'accidentally'. "Oh, Daddy! They're beautiful. They're just like
Cinderella's glass slippers. Can I try them on? Please? Oh, pretty
please?"

Bill Peters

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

Jill - Sears Portrait Studio

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"OK, your titties are done. Now let's see that cute little pussy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bill Peters - The Portrait Shoot

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

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

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

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

Jill's Portrait Shoot

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

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

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

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

Bill Peters - Reflections

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God. Just look what she's doing now.

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

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

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

Jill's Lap Dance

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

"Alright Mr. Peters, we're ready to start. Jill, go sit on your
father's lap."

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

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

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

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

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

Epilogue

Bill Peters

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

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

Jill

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

That was two years ago. I'm in ninth grade now, and school is more fun
than ever! I was voted Oral Sex Princess and Class Slut three years in
a row, and I'm planning to make my High School career one that will be
remembered right along with Karen Wagner.

In eighth grade CBS TV did a documentary about our school called
Jill's Class. They filmed me and my classmates for eight weeks. Then
Vivid Video made a movie out of the dirty parts, and for a while I was
more famous than Ophelia Sorenson! The "Program Girls" series has
saved the big pornography studios from disappearing due to competition
from the web. I made over $250,000 from direct payments alone.

My grades are awful, but it doesn't matter because the new Program
rules say girls can't be held back as long as their sexual development
stays above grade level.

When I think about how wonderful my life is I know I have to thank
Daddy for it. That one day of back-to-school shopping changed my life
forever. I can't believe how scared and shy I was before daddy helped
me shake off all those little-girl ideas and learn to enjoy my pussy.

There's one very special picture hanging in the foyer of our home, and
on the Wall of Honor at school. It's the first thing you see when you
come to our house. It shows my smiling face all covered with sperm and
the guilty cock just an inch from my lips. Neither Daddy nor I will
tell whose cock it is, but if you look closely near the bottom, you
can just make out:

"Sears Portrait Studio"

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