("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Butterfly Game, 2009 by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com) *** A Daddy and daughter and the game they play on Daddy's lap. (Mf, ped, inc, voy, role-play, rom) *** I knew my daughter was too old to still be climbing into her Daddy's lap. My little girl, taking in her Daddy's masculine scent, subtly, sexily arousing herself in Daddy's lap having learned exactly which of her certain little movements would make my cock rock hard under her little bottom. Aware of her breasts mounding from her chest, her nipples plainly visible, how they tingled and ached to be touched; it was all I could do to not take my daughter right then. Our game was, she would sit on my lap, both her legs over mine and I would open and close my knees with her rhythm. My arms around her tiny waist, my hands clasped in front of her, her hands on mine, she seemed to delight in my looking over her delicate little rounded shoulders, aware of her breasts and nipples calling for her Daddy's attentions. I still remember the first time when she started the game. She was wearing a flannel gown, and I noticed how beautiful she was in the winter evening light. She liked it when I noticed and commented on her eyes; she giggled, her suddenly focused on her legs dangling from mine. She then wanted comment on her figure, and I smiled and told her she was lovely, how she was Daddy's girl, and she laughed (I love my daughter’s laugh), her breasts seductively swaying, her nipples hardening and pressing through the soft material of her flannel nightgown. With each movement her soft rounds fluidly defined the cottony soft nightie, and in my lap and despite myself my cock responded to her relentless little rocking hips and wiggles, her so warm and naked underneath, her distinct smell, my daughter, her sparkling flirtatious eyes; I suppose I did know, I could tell, she was seducing Daddy, and I suppose I was playing my own little game if even just on myself. As I opened and closed my legs as had been our little evening ritual, her tender thighs spread with mine, little butterfly wings we would say, her nightgown, or t-shirt riding higher and higher on her smooth bare legs. I remember becoming acutely aware of the sweet musky scent of my little girl's sex. I remember how she would snuggle against Daddy, turn up and kiss my cheeks, her lips warm and wet and her kisses progressively longer and fuller with want, each time. How she let go of my hands and rested hers on her upper thighs, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her breathing slowing, our legs opening and closing with her motions, pulling and pushing, her breasts jostling, my cock getting harder and harder watching them, wanting them in my hands, in my mouth. How her fingers began involuntarily cinching the material of her gown up her legs, exposing more, and more of her tender inner thighs as if she wanted to reach herself, touch herself, in front of me, for me. As if she wanted to show herself to Daddy, become more than father and daughter, prolonging her little agony, savoring her little game, pulling me further and further over that deliciously intoxicating edge. One evening I saw us reflected in the blank TV screen in front of my chair, which was for Daddy like watching an arousing film looking up between my little girl's legs, witnessing what I was physically feeling. Soon after I looked forward to the game too, very, very much. So much so, I began anticipating her coming in each evening, bathing, changing into her nightie, and climbing into my lap to watch T.V. with me. Her taking my hands in hers, holding them on her lower belly, her lovely breasts pushed together between her arms, her nipples hard and pushing out, her nightie pulling up higher and higher revealing her bare glowing thighs. Sometimes she would hold my hands very tightly, her panties unselfconsciously visible, her breathing slow and heavy, her legs rhythmically opening and closing Daddy's legs at her will. Our game, now a secret, something we knew we did in private, just me and my little girl, my daughter. I would subtly offer resistance as she squeezed her thighs back together, which she seemed to like. Her breathing would quicken. Sometimes a little moan, her bottom tightening and lifting as she squeezed. She would sometimes breathe out loudly, or in tiny gushes, or let out soft little mewling sounds, opening and closing our legs, biting her lower lip as she worked her legs and hips to squeeze Daddy's legs back together. The effort sending little humming vibrations between her legs. Her sweet musky arousal filling the air around us as she lay back against me. Her head rolling back and forth, safe and warm on Daddy's lap as I looked down over her shoulder. Her breasts jostling. Her figure so clearly defined under her flannel gown. I know I should have stopped her, stopped myself. At first I figured what harm could come of it, what harm could come of a father and his little girl, his lovely daughter playing such an innocent little game. Then there was the one evening when she climbed into my lap, upset and almost in tears. I asked what was wrong, and she pleaded, "My-my breasts hurt, Daddy, help Daddy, please... they hurt Daddy, makem' stop hurting, make the ache go away Daddy" at first reluctant, her mother upstairs, thinking what would her mother have done, I reached up her sides, and lovingly, delicately first traced little feathery lines with my fingers up toward her taut aching nipples, whispering a lullaby of, it's okay little baby, let Daddy help, let Daddy make it better. She quieted immediately, relaxed into my chest, as her light breaths turned to ahhing, and then cooing, her little hips moving involuntarily, pressing down into Daddy's lap. Before I knew what was happening, I realized I was trying to make her feel more than better, more than trying to make her breasts stop hurting. More and more Daddy massaged her aching breasts in Daddy's big hands, massaged her breasts through her gown, and then pulled gently on her hard nipples to relieve the ache, rolled her nipples between Daddy's fingers, my breath hot against the side of her face. Her tears stopped, and she began breathing out, murmuring softly "mmm, yes Daddy, ohhh Papa, that feels, so good, nnnn, don't stop, don't stop Daddy, feels, so good" her breasts so firm and ripe and swelling in Daddy's big hands. I'm not sure I could have stopped. Her breasts looked so exquisite through the flannel material of the gown. I was transfixed, aroused, doing what I’d been thinking for weeks. I kneaded and cupped and squeezed my daughter’s lovely breasts, so incredibly erotic through the flannel gown. I wanted to suck her nipples into my mouth, suck on them through her nightgown, and whispered, "that's my girl, let daddy make them feel better, baby." She pressed her head back into the nape of my neck, and I leaned around her, cheek to hot cheek, our warm breaths mingling together over her breasts so swollen in Daddy's hands massaging my little girl's beautiful breasts, stroking her nipples under the flannel gown. Practically hissing, "yesss baby, let Daddy make them feel better, baby," eliciting a response from a lover, her little bottom pressing harder, rotating, lifting and pressing against my straining hard cock under her. Her soft little voice, “Nnnn, Daddyyy, touch me, Papa” my daughter sinking her weight into her father, letting me have her. "Yesss, baby," I whispered, images of her little pussy in Daddy's minds-eye, the length of her sex enveloping the length of Daddy's cock under her, the length of Daddy's cock fitting up into the groove of her heated little pussy separated only by her flannel gown. Her pressing out with her legs against Daddy's legs, like butterfly wings, opening and closing, us both slipping down in my big chair, letting more, and more of my cock fill the length of her slit. The natural effort of her hot little cunny to trap Daddy's length in her lips, press up inside her, pushing her flannel gown between her soft lips, damp warm, as her breathing turned to gasps. She gushed, "Ooh, ohhh god, Daddy. Nnnn, Papaaaa" rolling her little hips, undulating, rocking, her back arching, her arms open, her hands out to either side gripping the rests of Daddy's chair. I couldn't stop myself if I’d wanted to, my breathing heavy and hot over her shoulder, my arms squeezing against her rib cage, pulling her tightly to Daddy's chest, Daddy's big hands knowing exactly how to make my little girl feel good. "Yes, baby, let Daddy make you feel good, baby." Her weight on her arms, her hands gripping the armrest, her pressing her bottom harder against my raging hard cock throbbing and pulsing under her grinding hips, her hot little pussy rubbing trying to fit Daddy further and further along her damp wet slit. Backward and forward, sliding on Daddy's cock. We could feel each other's heat through our pajamas, wet and friction heated, my cock dripping pre-cum, my pajamas wet beneath her as she pressed out from my chest to bare her full weight over daddy's groin as we ground into each other, fucking each other through the material of our pajamas. Her legs on the outside of Daddy's knees, her torso upright, her chest pressed forward I reached down and took her by her tender little hips, held on to her as she rubbed forward and back, took her by her hips and guided her as Daddy met her rhythm, "Mmmmm, little baby, yessss." I couldn't stand it any longer, and pulled her back against my chest, reached around her, my arms locked over hers, and took her breasts into Daddy's hands, again squeezing and pinching and pulling my little girls' breasts, kissing her hot wet cheeks, my little girl grinding on her Daddy, our both breathing hard, moaning, our breaths hot wet whispers, when I did the unthinkable. With both hands at once, like a bear holding its prey, not once raising my hands up from her, I pressed her down solid on my cock and ground my hips against my daughter’s warm bottom. My hands dragging over her writhing little belly, her cheek turning to mine, her breath hot on Daddy's neck, over her hips, over her upper thighs, her open mouth gaping at Daddy's throat, I began cinching her gown up, pulling the thin material up her legs, over her thighs, up to her hips. I reached between her spread open legs, her bare smooth thighs, and slid my fingers through her silky soft wet little pussy. Her hips lurched upward, into my fingers, into my cupped hand, into the heal of my palm so warm and pressing into her mound. I held her on my lap, rubbed her little clit, pressed into the insides of her thighs, her groin, Daddy gushing, realizing, rubbing over her freshly shaven smooth bald little mound. In a frenzy she raised and I reached under her and freed my cock, my raging hard cock, out from the slit of my pajama bottoms. I pulled my cock out, from under her grinding little bottom, pulled myself out in front of her hot little pussy, pressed my length against her. Daddy's bare naked cock sliding hot and unfathomably rigid, aching against my little girl's warm-hot slippery bare creamy wet cunt. Her folds slicking on Daddy's cock, wrapping around Daddy’s cock. Not saying a word her little hips lifted, and I pressed my cock against her steaming little cunt, slid up and down hot and hard and slippery against my little girl's swollen slippery wet sex, and then it happened. We found her. Daddy's cock, slipped inside her. At first just the head of Daddy's pounding, aching hard cock. When she whispered, "just, a little more, Papa, want to feel you, in me, Papa" us both shiny wet with pre-cum, her creamy satiny juices. We both fell silent as I slid deeper, and deeper inside her, us both gushing out heated breaths, moans, settled into each other, sinking me deeper and deeper with each of our pushes inside my little girl. I reached back up and took her breasts back into Daddy's big hands, as she lifted and pressed and rotated her little pussy on her father’s throbbing hard cock. Taking a little more, and a little more of Daddy's cock inside her, she moaned and her body melted as I kissed her neck, her cheeks, reached down and wrapped her hips, her upper thighs in Daddy's big hands, pressing her down, pushing up inside my little girl. Rocking her pelvis, fucking her father’s cock even when I stopped, I whispered, "Yes baby, fuck Daddy, baby, that's my good girl" the sensations of warmth and wetness and softness, our heat, indescribable. Fucking my cock into my little girl, my hot sexy daughter, I slid one hand up to my little girl's mouth, as my little girl sucked her Daddy's finger into her hot wet mouth, sucking my finger, her juices. I pressed my fingers against my little girl's slick little pussy, spread my fingers on either side of my cock sliding inside my little girl as she sucked Daddy's cock into her hot wet little cunny, as I fucked my little girl right there in my chair, as she fucked Daddy, no longer just pretending. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 70