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My Seductive Daughter (family)
by J.T.
Dave's Story
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For several minutes I sat gazing at my seven year old daughter's fragile
hymen - an almost web-like membrane spread tightly across her outer va-
gina, with a tiny hole almost too small for a baby's little finger to
penetrate situated in the center like an inviting target. The delicate
skin tissue had a gossamer-like sheen which almost reflected the burning
lust in my eyes. It would need to be torn open and stretched wide as
possible to accomodate my aching nine-inch cock, I knew that fact well
enough. Yet still I yearned to preserve it somehow so my sweet child's
virginity may be renewed and re-tightened prior to each succeeding act
of incest. INCEST - the very word made me catch my breath and my balls
throbbed at its wicked but delicious illegality. Looking up between her
spindly parted legs I could see little Jenny's expectant smiling face.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined we would ever find ourselves
in this situation...
Since my wife had divorced me for a younger man two years earlier I had
been struggling to bring up my little girl the best way I could - taking
her places, teaching her to read, taking time off work to attend school
meetings, not to mention the daily grind of feeding and clothing such a
lively growing child. However, after the first few months it all seemed
to drop into place and we grew very close, a new harmonious relationship
having developed between us. I took good care of her, and even when I
was bathing her undeveloped naked body it just did not occur to me that
a child could be so seductive, that Jenny had any kind of sexual feel-
ings, and CERTAINLY not that we could EVER become sex partners...
Jenny's Story
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.....I think I was just four the first time I got felt-up but I loved
being rude with Steve, feeling his hands inside my panties, and I love
it a lot more now I'm three years older. Steve was only a teenager liv-
ing with his folks next door and he's since moved away to college, but I
don't care 'bout that 'cos I like men better anyway. Like my Dad. When
I was very small he'd wash my bum and pee-hole every night when I had my
bath. It felt a bit rude even then and that was why I liked it. After
Steve started feeling me up I used to think about it a lot, wondering
what it would feel like to have other boys' hands inside my panties too.
I was a hot little four year old and loved being dirty.
After that, I think when I was about five 'cos I'd just started school,
I'd show my knickers to older boys. One day one of them, Kevin, took me
into an old shed and told me to pull them down so I did. I was dying to
be rude again. Kevin, who I think was about fifteen, lifted my skirt so
he could look at my crack. I opened my legs so he could have a good
look and almost fainted when he put his hand on my cunny, then stood on
tip-toe and tried to keep my balance while he had a slow feel all round
my crack and my ass. It was so-o-o-o dirty but I loved it so much and I
told him I loved him. I didn't really though. I just liked being felt
up!
I loved showing my knickers to the boys at school. Kevin must've told
his mates what I was like 'cos sometimes I'd get pulled into the boys'
toilet and they get me to pee in front of them. It felt really dirty
and I liked doing that too. Afterwards some of them would feel me up
and their hands used to get wet with my pee, then they'd wipe it off on
my legs! I'd just stand there and let them do it. I didn't care I was
in the boys' toilet with more than one boy either! It was fun!
Even at home and other places I never bothered to hide my knickers, and
I never got told off so I did it more and more. It was such rude fun to
show my knickers all the time. I knew older boys liked me to do it too
and even though the teachers used to tell us not to be rude and stuff,
it felt so exciting when I was being dirty I didn't want to stop and I
loved being felt up too. Besides, I've seen other girls showing their
knickers at school sometimes so it wasn't as if I was the only one!
Its funny but all that time I didn't think there was anything inside my
cunny worth looking at until one day when a boy showed me. It was sum-
mer and I was playing on the park when this boy, about sixteen, walked
by so I smiled at him and showed him my knickers. I didn't know him but
I still did it anyway! Daddy had said something to me one time about
strangers but I'd forgot what it was, so I ran over when he nodded at me
to follow him and he took me into the bushes. First he felt me up, and
it felt rude and I liked it. Then he made me pull my knickers off and
lie down. I didn't know what he was gonna do but I knew it would be
dirty so I got down and opened my legs like he'd asked me to. Then he
felt me up some more and got me to pee too. He was nice so I did it for
him and made a big wet pool on the ground between my legs. I was gig-
gling all the time 'cos it was so nice and dirty.
After I'd peed he put both his hands between my legs and started pulling
at me. 'Watcha doin' now?' I asked him. I couldn't see 'cos I was
still lying down and it felt all funny. 'Opening your cunny, kid' he
said, 'its a lot dirtier like this.' Then he rubbed his finger up and
down inside my cunny and tried to poke it inside my pee-hole but it
wouldn't go in. I didn't try to stop him. I just lay there looking at
his face while he had a real good feel of me. My skirt felt all wet at
the back too 'cos my pee had soaked it but I didn't care! It was all so
lovely and dirty I wondered if I was actually falling in love. After
that day I didn't see the boy again though, but it was the bestest feel
up I'd ever had up 'til then.
Dave's Story (continued)
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Not long after Jenny's sixth birthday I began to appreciate what a
pretty little girl she was developing into. Her straight blonde hair
had grown halfway down her back, and her cute pixie face made her look
like a precocious little nymph. Seemingly unconcious of her femininity
she would romp around with her flared skirts in disarray exposing her
white cotton girl-panties to all and sundry. She'd been careless with
her skirts for as long as I could remember but I simply dismissed it as
childish ignorance. It was only after she reached six that I began to
suspect she might be doing it deliberately.
I began making little jokes about her being a flasher. Initially she
didn't seem to understand what I was getting at, then one day the penny
must've dropped for she began to adopt a more precocious attitude with
me, drawing my attention to sexually suggestive advertisements and gig-
gling. Whenever we passed bookstalls she would point to adult magazine
covers and make comments such as 'they're little knickers aren't they
Daddy?' At first I played it down because I didn't want her to know I
was interested in looking at womens' panties, but eventually I thought
there was little harm in it and so went along with her frolics.
After a while we turned the whole thing into our private little game,
called 'Spot the Knickers', where one or the other of us would point out
a display of panties. Lingerie shops were an easy target of course,
closely followed by adult mag covers. Miniskirts were very popular and
Jenny seemed to love drawing my attention to any impromptu public dis-
plays of underwear by girls and women. Inexorably we were being drawn
towards a higher level of intimacy, any fool could see that, yet instead
of drawing back I couldn't resist encouraging her and planting little
seeds in her brain - although I was somewhat afraid they might probably
develop into childhood fantasies.
One significant day when she was six and a half, after she'd asked for
about the sixty-fourth time, I took her into a department store and
helped her choose a very short mini-dress, then suggested she try it on.
Emerging from the changing cubicle she seemed excited, most of her
thighs were exposed and I knew her cotton knickers were only just hidden
under the very short hem. Any movement beyond mere walking was bound to
expose what she'd got on underneath! I grinned at her indulgently. 'If
you're gonna start showing yours too we'd better get you something nice
to show off!' She immediately knew what I meant and skipped over to the
knicker shelves. She pointed to one or two brief pairs but I took over
and selected half a dozen of the tiniest sexiest lycra panties including
three miniscule G-strings.
'Maybe you'd better check they fit okay, honey?' I suggested. In her
oblivious excitement Jenny reached to pull hers off right there and
then, and I had to grab hold of her quickly to steer her back inside a
spare cubicle! When she came out she handed me her white cotton knicks
then turned and bent over pretending to look at something. Immediately
her tight little six year old butt sprung into view with just a hint of
red cord buried in the crack between her orange-sized buns. Then she
straightened up and giggled at my open-mouthed expression. 'I like
wearing these Daddy - did it look okay when I showed them off?'
Instead of remonstrating I just nodded dumbly, surprised at the growing
bulge in my pants as she took her cotton briefs out my hand and stuffed
them in her Cindy handbag. 'I don't want those, Daddy, is it okay to
leave my new ones on? Can I be naughty and walk out without you paying
for them or anything?' What could I say? 'Only if you want to show
them off again in the mall.' I made it sound like a threat, and thought
she might back off but instead she just gave a little squeal and jumped
up and kissed me, seemingly unaware her G-stringed ass must've been half
exposed to the world as she did it.
I paid for the other knickers and the dress she was wearing and escorted
my sexy daughter out into the mall. We were both giggling at the theft
we'd just committed, and straight away Jenny started bugging me to let
her show off her stolen panties. We went into a coffee shop for a drink
and as soon as we'd sat down she started wriggling around until the hem
of her mini-dress had ridden up to reveal the high-cut red vee where it
plunged down between her tapered thighs. God, she looked gorgeous and
VERY sexy! Fortunately, one good thing about children is most adults
don't react strongly when they see a little girl's panties, and assume
its just the child being naively innocent. How little do they know!
Suddenly Jenny swung to the left, briefly opened her legs then swung
herself back again. 'What was that for?' I asked, smiling. 'A man was
looking at me, Daddy' she answered with a grin, 'so I showed off my
panties to him. She seemed very pleased with herself. I looked down.
The red lycra fitted snugly over her smooth mound where it dived down to
meet the hidden G-cord. 'Do it again.' I found myself saying. This
time with my approval she faced the guy for about fifteen seconds, giv-
ing him an almost blatant view of her barely-covered crotch. Without
giving anything away, I watched him out the corner of one eye. He was
staring at my precocious daughter while she gave him a good show, all
the while pretending to be looking innocently out the window. I decided
it was time we moved on.
'C'mon sweetheart,' I whispered to her, 'let's go for a walk around
the mall. You can show off some more in a little while if you really
want to.' She gave a little girlish giggle. As she stood up I could
see her ass and the gap between her thighs before she pulled her dress
down again. I was surprised to find I was beginning to enjoy watching
Jenny make a spectacle of herself!
We wandered around the mall for a short while. Jenny took several
unprompted opportunities to bend down and show men her little ass, but
when it became a bit too frequent I suggested we sat down for a few min-
utes. Even then she kept squirming around in her seat to show passing
males her tiny red panties, and I realised exhibiting herself had become
something of a fixation. By the time we got back to my car I'd even had
to ask her to please not pull her dress up quite so high so often or we
might get pulled up by mall security! All she did was giggle loudly and
say how much she enjoyed doing it!
That was on a Saturday, and the following Monday morning she begged me
to let her wear a G-string to school. I forbade her to wear that, but
it obviously meant so much to her that I eventually agreed she could
wear a lacy white tanga instead, against my better judgement, and she
skipped off to meet the school bus as though it was her birthday!
Jenny's Story (continued)
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Until the day Daddy took me to the mall to buy a new minidress I didn't
think he'd ever be interested in me showing off my knickers. At home I
did it all the time but he never looked. When I was out playing in the
school fields and other places I'd seen men watching me. I knew they
all liked me to show my knickers 'cos they'd smile every time I lifted
up my skirt, and sometimes they'd throw me dimes so I'd do it even more.
I'd even do handstands right up against the wire fence so they could see
between my legs. That was nice and dirty too. But Daddy had never even
smiled or anything whenever I showed off in front of him.
When I chose the shortest dress I could find I was afraid Daddy wouldn't
let me have it but he did, and after I tried it on I wanted to show my
knickers 'cos I knew they could almost be seen. The moment Daddy said
something about showing off I ran over to the knickers and wanted to try
on some really naughty ones right away. But Daddy stopped me and pushed
me into a cubicle to change. I tried on some really tiny ones with just
a bit of string in my bum and felt so rude I could have cried. When I
came out I bent right over to show off to him and I was so happy to see
him smile and shake his head. He even let me steal 'em and it was such
fun I would've peed in the mall if he'd let me.
All the time we were in the mall I kept looking for men and showing them
my rude knickers. It was great 'cos Daddy didn't mind either, but then
he made me stop 'cos he thought we might get told off. I didn't want to
stop. I could tell the men liked me opening my legs or bending over to
show off 'cos they would keep smiling at me. Maybe Daddy thought a lady
might see me and tell us off but I didn't want to show my knickers to
ladies, only for men.
On Monday I begged Daddy to let me wear some new knickers to school and
picked some tiny blue ones with string to go in my bum. Instead he made
me wear some white ones but I didn't mind 'cos they were real tiny lacy
ones with just front, back and no sides. On the school bus I showed off
to the boy next to me and let him put his hand up my skirt. He touched
the lace then pushed his hand inside and felt me up real good. I almost
peed in his hand! At breaktimes I kept showing my nice rude knickers
and getting felt up by older boys, and when I got home my white knickers
had turned grey where all the boys' dirty fingers had rubbed it! Before
Daddy came home I changed into the tiniest red ones I'd worn in the
mall, and bent right over as he opened the door. Someone coughed and
when I looked between my legs I saw Daddy with another man staring at my
bare bum! Daddy sounded angry and said to stop messing about with
Mummy's old clothes and sent me upstairs. I started to cry 'cos I knew
they were mine and not Mummy's, then the man told Daddy not to be angry
'cos I was only six and they let me come back downstairs.
The man was nice and smiled at me, so when Daddy went to make some cof-
fee I opened my legs and watched him looking at my knickers. He smiled
some more and gave me a dollar from his wallet. 'Is it okay?' I asked
him quietly so Daddy wouldn't hear. 'Yeah' he whispered back and shook
his head. When he did that I put my feet on the sofa and opened my legs
like I was a limbo dancer. The man leaned forward and had a real good
look between my legs. He was smiling and I could tell he liked my tiny
red knickers and the red stringy piece going up into my bum. I wanted
him to feel me up too but then I heard Daddy coming and jumped back down
and the man sat back again, but I managed to give him a few more quick
shows when Daddy wasn't looking. When the man had gone Daddy told me he
was his boss and I must behave properly when he has visitors, but I knew
his boss had liked me showing off to him so I didn't worry about it.
On Saturdays Daddy would take me out shopping and to other places, and I
always wore my minidress with rude knickers underneath. Most times he
didn't mind me showing my knickers, and sometimes he'd actually ask me
to do it. When he did that I'd pull up my dress and open my legs as
wide as I could so everyone could have a good look. I didn't care who
was looking 'cos I knew Daddy would look after me and the men always
smiled at me. I wanted to be dirty. I wanted to pee for them and let
them feel me up and stuff but I was afraid Daddy might get angry if I
told him. I felt all nice and funny between my legs all the time I was
doing it, and wondered if Daddy would ever want to feel me up too
Dave's Story (continued)
========================
After buying little Jenny her short dress and the adult panties things
just seemed to get worse. What's more, I couldn't seem to gather the
courage to do anything about it, such as remonstrating my precocious
child and steering her back onto the 'right' track. She seemed to want
to be rude and exhibitionist all the time, and I found it less hassle to
just let her be herself. One day I found out too late she'd used my
credit card number to send for a pack of mail-order scanty knickers, and
within hours of their arrival she'd dumped all her school cotton panties
in the trash can. When it arrived the parcel was no bigger than a li-
brary book yet it contained twenty assorted bits of nylon and elastic
plus a sexy lingerie catalog. Of course she studied every page, posing
herself like the virtually naked model sluts. She'd pull on each pair
of panties then discard them to try on the next, and her bedroom was
quickly strewn with sexy undies. They looked ridiculous draped all over
her collection of kiddies dolls but she just said they looked cute
Around the house she took to wearing just sexy knickers and waist-length
T-shirt, and never lost an opportunity to flaunt herself. I also became
resigned to her wearing just a G-string or crotchless panties under her
school clothes. God knows what she got up to in school wearing such
blatantly sexual underwear, yet she seemed so much happier if I let her
have her own way. Sometimes I did worry that she might be influenced by
someone with evil intentions but her chirpy demeanour kept reassuring me
everything was A-okay, so I even helped her to shorten her school skirts
just before her seventh birthday. Eventually all her clothes finished
above mid-thigh, and she took to strutting around like a little tart and
showing her crotch no matter where we happened to be at the time. It
all got too much and I gave up trying to restrain her, even though I was
aware she was risking being taken into care.
Jenny's Story (continued)
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At school I'd got several boys to take my knickers off and open me up
for a good look inside. I felt really dirty sitting on a toilet wash
basin with my legs opened wide as I could manage without falling. They
all knew I liked being felt up. Sometimes I'd excuse myself from class
and go into the boys' toilet then hang around until an older boy came in
for a piss. I'd ask him to feel me up while I had a pee because it was
dirty, and giggled like mad while I did it over his fingers. Some boys
wouldn't so I'd let them feel me up first then get them to look while I
peed all over my knickers. They'd watch me wring them out over the bowl
and then pull them back on still wet. It was so good walking back into
class feeling my pee-soaked knickers between my legs! If I wore a G-
string I wouldn't bother to take them off first, just pee and soak the
cord then get up and walk away. Sometimes it was still wet the next
time I had a pee so I'd soak it some more and carry on like that until
school ended. Often my skirt would get wet too but I didn't care! I
knew it made me smell of girl-pee, but some boys wanted to feel me up
even more when I was wet. It was nice and dirty too.
Later on I got rid of all my horrible cotton knickers and Daddy had to
let me wear what I wanted. I made my skirts shorter too so my knickers
would show when I sat down. When we got changed for PE sometimes I'd
let the other girls try them on to see what they felt like. I knew they
liked them 'cos they'd look at me all jealous, then I'd put them back on
again and show them how I peed through the cord. One time, when we were
alone, my best friend Jackie did it through her white cotton ones then
had to keep them in her bag until she went home. All afternoon we kept
giggling at each other 'cos we knew she wasn't wearing knickers, and the
teacher had to keep telling us to shut up!
Every break-time I'd go over to the wire fence where the men were. I'd
sit with my legs open and they'd throw money to me. One man promised to
give me five dollars if I took my panties off so I did! I even gave
them to him after he'd pushed the note through the fence, then did lots
of handstands so they could all have a good look at my cunny! I didn't
care! I just like to do dirty things.
Dave's Story (continued)
========================
Its funny how some things turn out in life. Until a few months ago I'd
never thought of myself as a latent incestuous paedophile, but I guess
none of us is born that way. It just sort of evolves as time goes by,
and in my case I was firmly of the belief that my almost seven year old
daughter was making much of the running! However the situation began to
accelerate after I read an article about the famous Sixties' paedophile
Rene Guyon and the Society which he had founded in California. He had
published his beliefs on children's sexual rights, and been bold enough
to lobby for a bill to be raised to change the law so children would
have more freedom to decide for themselves - particularly where it in-
volved sexual rights. Although the article I read was both critical and
moralistic, I suddenly realised most of what Rene and his followers be-
lieved made a helluva lot of sense. How can we invest adults with a
whole bunch of freedom rights and yet blindly deny our children the same
priveleges, without us all being hypocrites?
For example, nowadays most people would agree a terminally ill adult
should have the right to end his/her suffering by euthanasia, and yet a
child in the same position would be deemed incapable of making such a
decision. What rubbish! Rene's logic therefore, when applied to sexual
matters, also made a lot of sense. If a little girl expresses a desire
to hold her father's penis why SHOULD she be rebuked for her forward-
ness? And if she wants to put it in her mouth, so what? With these ac-
tions she's only following her natural instinct to touch and taste, just
as an adult might feel a new texture or taste an exotic fruit. The out-
come was irrelevant to the fact. One generation would be satisfying its
curiosity whereas the other might possibly be experiencing acute sexual
pleasure - which was merely a natural response to stimuli, certainly not
a reason to condemn the fortunate recipient!
Having been faced with this new but controversial perspective, I wanted
to find out more. Unfortunately, articles on children in sexual situa-
tions with adults are not readily available. But thankfully, by visit-
ing several sex shops I eventually found one which would sell me several
child-sex magazines, variously titled LOLITA SPECIAL, KINDER-LEIBE, IN-
CEST, and LOLITA COLOUR. I bought a dozen mixed titles for five hundred
bucks and as soon as I got back in my car began looking through them.
The pictures had a stirring effect on me. Pretty little smiling girls
aged between five and eleven licking and sucking cocks, laying back sub-
missively while men eased their throbbing erections into the children's
compliant bodies. Licking one another's hairless pussies, open-mouthed
ready to swallow the men's cum as it flooded their cute pixie faces, and
even pissing for the camera and laughing at the same time. All of them
with hairless slits and totally breastless. Undeveloped tiny girl-child
bodies, yet they were sexy as hell and obviously very willing.
My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I found myself imagining Jenny in
similar situations and wasn't repulsed by the idea. These magazines had
excited me more than I could've imagined and I found I liked what they
were saying - CHILDREN LOVE SEX! I spent the next hour reading each one
from cover to cover. My balls ached so much I HAD to jerk off to re-
lieve the pressure, and was astonished to find my cock remained rock
hard after having ejaculated into a Kleenex.
One of the LOLITA SPECIAL mags contained a well-written editorial eulo-
gising the joys of paedophilia to be gained by children once they are
protected from the blinkered misconceptions of others. To the adult
readers the editor's message was bold and challenging.
'Be proud of your paedophiliac lifestyle for you are all the
pioneers of a future golden era when our children will have
the same sexual freedoms as ourselves. The freedom to have
sex when, where and with whoever they wish, and the freedom
to decline sex too. Girl children who're brought up into a
free paedophiliac society, however, usually opt for natural
promiscuity as their mien and gain richly from experiencing
sex with as many men as possible. Look at the little girls
in this and similar magazines and be encouraged by the cute
breastless nymphs' raw sexuality, for they're happy for you
to share their intimacy. Given chance they would jump onto
you too, for sexual union is their constant quest and creed'
'To be a paedophile marks you out as an individual with rare
perception and bold vision, not some sexual pervert as many
incorrectly believe. So wear the title with pride, help us
to spread our gospel by buying this magazine, and let's all
look forward to the day when our views are accepted without
question and we can proclaim our faith without prejudice.'
CHILD-SEX IS WONDERFUL - INDULGE YOURSELF!
INCEST IS GOOD WHOLESOME FAMILY-SEX!
PAEDOPHILIA IS PURE PLEASURE!
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TAKE HEART FROM THESE WORDS, AND IMPROVE YOUR SEX LIFE!!
As soon as I'd read this I put the dozen magazines in the glove box,
went back to the sex-shop and bought three child-sex films and a dozen
more new mags for a thousand dollars. Okay it was a lot of bread but it
quickly proved to be the best thousand bucks I'd ever spent!
That was a coupla weeks earlier. Those fourteen days have been a trial
of strength for me as I battled with my conscience over a growing desire
to molest my little seven years and one week old daughter. Jenny's own
behaviour only served to make my predicament worse. She would spontane-
ously adopt sexy poses, flashing her naked or almost naked slit at what
seemed like every opportunity, and she loved to talk sexy too.
'Look Daddy,' She would exclaim, 'Now I've grown a bit this skirt's so
short I don't have to bend down to show my knickers! Do you like it?'
I'd look up from my paper to see my own daughter in a micro-skirt that
exposed a blue lacy G-string viewed from front or back. Too quickly I
would shake my head to say 'yes' and she would give a little squeal then
jump onto my lap and press her firm little butt into my groin. I knew
she could feel me through our clothing, yet she never rushed to get off
me. Instead she'd wriggle her body this way and that until my cock was
rock-hard under her weight.
And so to-day inevitably arrived. We'd just been fooling around quite
innocently, although Jenny was wearing just pink crotchless panties and
a T-shirt. I even forget what it was that she'd said but I'd threatened
to give her a playful spank. I grabbed a hold of her arm, she wriggled
to try and get away and before I realised it my hand was between her
legs. She'd crossed her legs, trapping my hand against her crotch, and
all the visible images from my private store of magazines and films took
control over my movements. I began to rub her little slit and could see
Jenny was enjoying it. Minutes later I was on my knees. I had draped
Jenny's naked legs over each chair arm and her smooth hairless vulva was
totally exposed. Using both my thumbs I pulled the tender lips apart
and a groan escaped from Jenny's lips...
...this story maybe continued!!! Then again, it may not!!!