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(M/f-teen, ped, inc, exh, 1st, mast) *** It was early Saturday morning and lying in bed under the covers reading the paper, music drifting down the hall from his daughter's bedroom, Jill's father looked up surprised as she danced into his bedroom. "Wow, baby...where'd you learn to dance like that, sweetie?" Her smile contagious Jill looked her father right in the eye, pointing at him like the girl in the movie had, dancing to Roxy Music's version of If There Is Something, mouthing the words to the chorus, "when we were young." "...from the TV, Daddy," she beamed sensually, flushed hot, a heat coursing through her knowing she'd masturbated to a wrecking orgasm on her father's bed the morning before, right where he was laying, his smell in the sheets, her fingers pressing against her tiny thin panties, her favorite fantasy her father's cock pressing against her warm little hole through her flowery little panties, the ones with the bow in front. "From the TV," meant from the video she'd watched, the movie Tokyo Decadence he'd left in his DVD player. She'd watched it while he was at work, imagining the man making the woman make herself cum moving for him, was her father. Fully in character she felt so soft and sexy and confident an extension of their playfulness with each other, already having worked herself up watching herself dance in her full length mirror, already buttery warm inside; pushing past her shyness she turned and wagged her little bottom at him, like a little girl dog in heat begging for cock she thought to herself, grinning, her secret thoughts. Jill had purposefully dressed in just her loose fitting pink boy-shorts pajama bottoms - she knew how sexy she looked in them; and, just like one of the strippers in the video she found on her father's computer she'd bunched up her pink little half top t- shirt into the collar barely covering her swollen hot breasts. At first, she was just dancing, innocently enough to the rhythm of the music. Now, she was sliding down the doorframe and standing back up like she was pole dancing, getting more and more confident as her father watched her intently, mimicking the girl in the video, grinding, swiveling her hips, erotically, just like the stripper in the movie in front of the huge plate glass window overlooking downtown Tokyo all the while mouthing the words to the song... ..." Reveal my secrets More than enough for me to share I would put roses round our door"... She gazed right into her father's brown eyes, him partially smiling a sort of stunned look on his face, her long dark-brown hair in pigtails dangling down on either side of her face, feeling so steamy sexy, deliciously more than her father's little girl. She kept smiling at him looking into her eyes, letting her dance not sure really how else to react being so surprised by his daughters impromptu performance; his balls tingling hot, how else was he supposed to react; his daughter, his little girl, so scantily clad; her soft skin and smile so radiant, her breasts and nipples so prominently displayed, her perfect round glowing little belly, her soft little hips, her boy shorts making her look so provocative he could grab her and take her like she wasn't his daughter. She was like the women he fantasized about, jerked off to, and suddenly, here she was, his little baby, in his bedroom his own daughter. It was so wrong it made his cock jump and swell and ache with a seething kind of tingling heat. His daughter, his little girl, her glowing skin the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. A fine line he sensed he was about to cross, they, were about to cross, if they weren't already, her dancing so seductively, his cock now swollen and thick and hard under the covers for her. He stared at her lovely round little breasts her nipples pushing out through the thin cotton tee, and when he did, Jill pushed her chest out, wanted him to look. He'd only been to a strip club twice and back when he was in college, and even then, he intellectualized the experience he'd laughed with friends years later telling the story; and here was his little girl dancing, like his own private little stripper right in front of him, even so young so sexually provocatively gorgeous, everything about her sensuous, erotic, wholly female and in heat and looking him deeply in the eyes made him churn with desire a growl rumbling deep in his chest. His little girl was making him hard and the harder he got the more he looked at her like a father shouldn't be looking at his daughter. When she jumped onto the bed above him she could have been twelve bouncing and turning; he laughed with her trying not to be so aroused, to look at her smooth bare skin, her loose boy-shorts hiding her little treasure she knew full well the power of, trying to not look at her shorts lifting again and again subtly, furtively revealing her soft bare translucent skin underneath. Teasing him with glimpses of her, her inner thighs, the round of her little bottom, a single father, when she began rolling her little hips moving to the steady beat of the rhythm, gyrating, churning inside, biting her lower lip and smiling at him knowing just how sexy she was, he felt himself even if a little uncomfortable let himself feel that sexual urge, began to watch his little girl openly, her dance for him, him her only audience in the privacy of their house, in the privacy of his bedroom. He stared openly at the V of her groin her jostling breasts her hardened nipples, into her smoldering eyes, longer and longer. He looked at her soft little frame her smooth belly the way she moved, so naturally feminine, so naturally erotic and lowered the paper fully into his lap to cover himself, to press against his straining throbbing hard cock without her seeing. He thought of the scene in Gus Van Sant's, "To Die For," when Nicole Kidman in a short little flowery summer dress danced in front of the car headlights. Lifting her skirt, showing her panties, swiveling her hips, a scene that stuck with him over the years as one of the all time most erotic scenes in Hollywood film, her beautifully feminine thighs, her girlish tummy, the cleft of her soft little pussy apparent under her girlish white cotton panties. Now, his little-girl, rocking her hips, him staring at her soft little baby pussy barely concealed under her thin little shorts, her curves so incredibly sensual, his little baby dancing for him; from his prone position it was like looking up at a stripper on a stage, from that angle seeing up under her loose little shorts, the bare smooth heat of her inner thighs. Her knowingly teasing, glimpses of his daughter's bare smooth glowing little pussy so clearly visible under the thin soft fabric. The more he stared, the more he let himself enjoy her performing for him, the more he thought things he shouldn't be feeling for his little girl, his baby daughter. Naughty taboo incestuous thoughts making him even harder, thoughts long a secret turn on, his own little lover, his little girl, his private little whore sucking his cock, him licking her for her first time, him lapping at her soft little baby cunny, urged on by her sweet baby cream flowing out to meet his mouth, her rocking her tender little hips up to him between her legs. His heart beating faster, his judgment clouded, his cock surging aching hot hard, the cheeks of her bottom so tantalizingly close as she turned, bent, her shorts pulling open revealing her entire soft little cunt; she was perfectly bald smooth, her pink little slit shiny wet and his mouth so tantalizingly close. Hid cock bounced as he sucked in his breath. How utterly beautiful her little pussy was, his daughter's beautiful bald little mound, her pink little slit...he imagined sliding his fingers under her little shorts and touching her, licking her, pleasuring his little girl, his own daughter making him so hard. He wanted to reach up and pull her to him. He wanted to bury his face between her young legs, lick her soft little baby pussy. He breathed in the sight of her coltish legs and torso so elongated, and looked up into her eyes, and smiled knowingly, this time though like a lover looks at his partner, blood rushing to his throbbing aching hard cock, him pressing the back of his hand down against it under the paper, lifting his hips in sync with hers, watching his daughter dance for him. Jill was loving the way her father looked at her, "this is how the girl did it, on TV, Daddy," she said breathily, aroused, excited seeing her handsome father staring right at her barely covered creamy wet little pussy as she gyrated, seeing him pressing his cock against his arm, him fucking his hips up toward her staring at her swollen young breasts. She felt terribly naughty; what she was doing was maybe wrong to be doing to her father, but looking down into his eyes the way she was and the smoldering way he looked back at her she couldn't stop. The minute she decided to leave dancing in front of her mirror and into her father's bedroom, she wasn't a little girl anymore; she was dancing for him, his own little whore slippery hot wet, her entire body tingling. His staring at her made her feel even more sexy even more sexual, even more like the little whore she imagined herself being for him when she touched herself at night. She saw his cock under the covers, saw it lift the newspaper up, again, and then again, and felt wickedly naughty. She'd made him hard, her father, visualizing his cock thick and straining lifting up the blanket and newspaper him trying in vain to conceal it. She saw him press his arm down on top of his erection, and his hips rise once, twice, rubbing himself. She wanted to see it, up close, hold it in her warm little hands, her father's cock, hard and angry and wanting to be inside her. She'd seen him naked before, peeking into his bath when he was showering, his long thick hard cock standing up soapy and glistening and so, so beautiful. She'd run back into her room and climbed under her covers rubbing herself to orgasm touching herself imagining his warm wet mouth sucking her hot swollen puffy little breasts, imagined him pulling on his cock in the shower having seen her, his hands all soapy touching her everywhere at once, her pulling on it for him, like the man with the woman in the magazine she'd taken from his closet, the magazine that had inspired her to peek on her father, to think about him that way. Jill was delighting in watching her Daddy lying just beneath her, as turned on as she was, responding to her, aroused by her, his little girl his daughter his private little whore her eyes gushed into his. "Daddy, let me show you how the girl in the movie did it, except Daddy," she paused, making a little girl pouty expression and so aroused she spoke in an almost whisper, "the girl on the TV, she-she wasn't wearing panties, so, I should do it...like that, too, don't you think, Papa?" She watched her father's eyes spark and smile, his mouth hanging open in anticipation. Before he could even answer, even if he could answer, she'd stepped over his legs, straddling him at his knees turned and bent over right above him, him looking right between her young little legs, at her perfect little pussy, her soft round little bottom. Looking into her father's eyes, she tugged her panties down one side at a time in rhythm to the music, wiggling her bottom provocatively her handsome father breathless; all he could think was, "My god, my sexy little baby." His heart pounding he desperately wanted to pull on his cock as he watched his daughter, pressing his wrist against it making him see stars, his thoughts perfectly on her, imagining, fantasizing, watching her movements as if in slow motion, savoring her every little twist and turn of her lovely little hips, wanting to see her soft little cunny. Jill turned slowly her breasts visibly swollen, her soft feminine little hips rocking and swaying more deliberately, slowing, accentuating her heat like the woman in the movie arousing herself, her smiles flashing hot, her face flushed now too, biting her lower lip, her visibly excited, making herself so wet she needed something inside her to fill that place deep in her warm little belly. She pictured her father's cock, and felt it deep in her core, felt her cream dripping down the insides of her soft pearly bare inner thighs igniting in her a roiling steamy lust for him his incestuous hot hard daddy-cock her eyes flashing into his, licking her lips, her father's...man-cock in her warm wet little baby pussy. He saw that look in her eyes as she tipped her panties down provocatively, teasing, her bald mound satiny shiny bare smooth, her boy-shorts revealing a damp spot over her warm little hole. She saw her father's cock jump as he stared at her bald little mound, a glimpse of her, of what was to come, tantalizing, performing for him. She smiled powerfully, pushing her panties down even further, past the cleft of her bare soft little baby cunny. Seeing him draw in his breath, him lick his lips looking at her dripping pink little slit, him unable to pull his eyes away from her tender bare groin, willing her to reveal herself, to show him all of her, she turned again, teasing him, wriggling her hips, pushing her bottom out, her father now more openly rubbing his cock under the covers. She could see it, its outline...it was huge and thick and hard, much bigger than her boyfriends, and her incestuous thoughts made her gush creamy hot wet. The thought of his cock, her father's cock touching her wet little cunny made her gush and her knees weak. She swiveled and rocked her tender little hips, staring at it, moving her hips as if her father's cock were inside her. Rhythmically undulating she tipped her panties down in front again, bending over at the waist, causing her t- shirt to raise up over the lower swell of her breasts, her nipples threatening to show themselves too, giving him a first real and total peek at her perfect bald little cunny, her pink wet little slit. He drew in his breath, his eyes big, his cock lifting the blanket. "Do I dance good, Daddy?" Jill asked breathlessly looking her father right in the eyes, both so aroused they were both dripping hot wet with incestuous desire. Her little slit, her beautiful belly, her perfectly smooth mons, her incredible thighs, his lovely beautiful little baby, his cock so throbbing hot hard he was lifting his hips without realizing. Looking right at his daughters shiny little pussy he growled, "Mmmgghhhyes, baby, Daddy thinks you're an amazing dancer, better than the girl on TV." acknowledging he knew the movie she was imitating. "Do you like...dancing for Daddy, sweetie?" he asked looking right into his little girl's eyes, already knowing the answer, not really asking the question. Jill nodded, biting her lower lip. She stood transfixed, swiveling her little hips, biting her lower lip, her father's little girl again, her panties pushed down, her bald little cunny exposed to him, her father's gaze making her creamy little pussy throb. She'd hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her loose little boy-shorts, and swiveled her hips in slow motion. She wasn't dancing anymore. She bent at the waist, her legs straight, her movements now, back and forth, staring at his cock under the covers, his gripping it, wagging her little bottom her imagining her rubbing herself on it, it slipping through her creamy little folds, sliding through her wet humming little slit. She licked her lips again and bit her lower lip her breath gushing through her nose. He couldn't stop himself; he wanted her to see him slide his hand under the covers to rub his swollen hot hard cock. Her eyes followed his hand under the covers, him stroking his erection as she moved above him swaying her little bottom back and forth, looking at his hand under the blankets and then back into his eyes, and back again. The look on her face was priceless. He felt powerfully sexy too. He looked up at his little baby, his face, savage, hungry for her, her bare belly her soft little pussy her creamy wet little slit; he could smell her, her sex, her dripping wet creamy young little cunt, her glowing heart-shaped little bottom wriggling so provocatively, her bare bald little cunny calling to him, the way she bent her knees, rocked her hips, gyrating, not because she was dancing anymore, but because her swollen hot little cunt was on fire for him, dripping slippery hot, creamy wet, her hands cupping up under her swollen little breasts, his little lover girl. Jill turned and arching her back provocatively bent over. Her legs spread open, her little bottom pushed out, her frilly boy-shorts down over her bottom past the opening of her thighs her beautiful bald hot cunny fully on display, her smooth bald dripping wet little pussy from behind, pink and swollen. The newspaper fell off the bed, her father jacking his cock staring at his little girl's ripe dripping little baby cunny. She pushed her panties down until they slid frilly and delicately over her smooth bare thighs, down her glistening bare calves, and in time to the music stepped out of them perfectly feminine, so tiny, so petite, so girlishly fragile just like the woman had done in the movie making the man watching her growl with want. Standing above her father, straddling his legs, she turned facing him, her bald little pussy glistening wet, her sweet little slit open and revealing her pink inner folds. She heard the rumbling growl rise deep in her father's chest. He stared directly at his little girl's perfectly smooth slit, his daughter so close he could smell her fragrance, his little girl smiling down at him, a look of pure flushed sexual arousal in her eyes. She lowered herself sitting on him straddling his waist, her warm heat and weight crushing into the bloated swollen need of his throbbing hard cock as she began humping her father's lap. A look on her face feigning she was still just dancing for him making the moment all the more incestuously hot, fervently naughty, the two dancing on that precipice, father and daughter, incestuous lovers, the ultimate taboo so natural and necessary and absolute in that devastating moment when her bald little slippery wet cunny touched the bare underside of father's raging hot hard cock rising out from under the covers under her, grazing through her buttery wet folds, electric seething humming, a moment full of a power neither of them from that moment on would ever get enough of. She could barely keep her rhythm, panting, gazing into her father's eyes, soft mewling girlish sounds escaping her, her buttery soft little baby cunny so slippery wet like clouds sliding over her father's raging hard erection. With a sparkling heat, he reached out and lightly barely touched her young swollen hot breasts, the music filling the room making it all seem surreal, dreamy, out of body. Jill gushed out a quivering chiming breath her father kneading her hot swollen young breasts, began rocking her hips, sliding her father's cock through her slippery hot little slit to the rhythm of the music. She closed her eyes and drew in a breath as he slid his hand under her tee, sliding his fingertips over her creamy soft skin, her hot throbbing hard swollen nipples, her mouth falling open, a soft mewling gushing hot moan coming from her hearing him ask, "Your breasts are so sensitive, aren't they baby?" Jill just nodded, shakily, rocking her pelvis on her father's lap rubbing her warm tingling little pussy on her Daddy's hard cock, pushing her soft bare little tummy forward her back impossibly arched, her breasts tingling in her father's big hands. Her t-shirt riding up over her nipples so hard and swollen and reddish puffy hot...she hoped, begged, needed her Daddy to touch them even more when he began rubbing his thumb up and down over her pink little slit, focusing on her clit as she rocked back and forth on her father's lap, the music still playing, them touching in time to the music... ..."Shake your head girl, with your ponytail Takes me right back [when you were young] Throw your precious gifts into the air Watch them fall down [when you were young] Your love - feel you put them on the ground It use to fall apart [when you were young] Your love - feel you put them on the ground The hills were higher [when you were young] Your love - feel you put them on the ground The trees were taller then [when you were young] Your love - feel you put them on the ground The grass was greener [when you were young] Your love could feel you with devotion Used to walk upon [when you were young]"... "You're such a good dancer, baby," her father growled, "for Daddy, baby. Such a beautiful, sexy little baby for Daddy, does this feel good, baby," he smiled, in complete control, rubbing her hot little cunt, squeezing her young swollen breasts pulling on his daughter's puffy nipples as she rocked back and forth on his thick aching hard cock so big under his tiny little baby, his voice reverberating through her. The more Jill rocked on her father's lap, the more her movements slid the blankets down his waist exposing his hugely swollen erection, her dripping wet little pussy wrapping around it, grinding against it. Rocking her little hips back and forth, her baby cream pouring from her so slippery hot wet on her father's huge cock demanding to be inside her, she murmured, "love...dancing for you, Papa," moaning as he slid his hand under her top, pushed the cotton tee up over her breast, her father's big hand rubbing over her chest, pulling on her nipples, her father's cock sliding through her tingling throbbing creamy wet little cunt, her father reaching behind her and pulling her to him, her mouth to his, pushing his tongue inside her young urgent little mouth. "Oh god Daddyyyy, I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry, I know... it's... so wrong, but don't make me stop, Papa," reaching between them, guiding her father's cock to her hot soft little baby pussy, the big head of her father's cock sliding through her slippery wet little slit, and finding her, her quivering warm little baby hole, spread her open, sliding inside his little girl, his baby daughter, his incestuous little lover. Jill gushed out a breath her father's cock so big and hard and throbbing hot sinking inside her, filling her, taking her breath away. His big warm expert hands everywhere, touching her, pulling her down on him, taking her. They were already both so aroused, so far gone it was inevitable they came quickly, together, so hard the room felt as if it too were exploding. "Daddyyyyy," Jill gushed, mewling hot, "Daddyyyyyyy," desperate, "cummingggg, Papaaaa," his hot hard incestuous daddy-cock so unimaginably sliding through her cream so deep inside her little belly, her little pussy so tight she clung to him as he slid in and out, "nnngghh, Daddyyyyy," her voice quaking, shaking, his cock melting her, filling her inch by long inch, each thrust going deeper inside her, fucking her, filling her little belly as he kissed her his hand on the back of her head his fingers gripping her by her hair, her father slipping his tongue into her mouth, her kissing him back, on fire as she rocked her little hips taking him as far as she could inside her, stretching her to go deeper. She was already cumming again as her father fucked his huge hard hot throbbing cock deeper and deeper into his little girl, the sensual warm buzz, incestuous lovers, fucking, father and daughter, their mingling hot breaths filling the air around them her father's growling voice making her cum again and again. "Yesss baby, good girl, rock your hips lil baby, show Daddy what a big girl you are, what a little baby you are for Daddy, fuck Daddy sweetie, fuck Daddy, mmmggghhh, yesss baby, take all of Daddy, it feels good doesn't it sweet baby, dancing for Daddy made you warm inside didn't it sweetie, my naughty little girl, mmmggghhyess, good girl, cum for Papa, baby, cum on Daddy's cock my naughty little baby, you danced so good for Daddy, babydoll, made for Daddy, Daddy's own little private stripper, such a beautiful little baby for Daddy." Jill rocked her hips, grinding down on her father's cock, "your private little whore, Papa, call me your little whore, Daddy, please Daddyyy, say it, your naughty little girl, Daddy, your naughty little girl," her words sending her into a frenzy, sliding back and forth on her father's lap, "I've been so bad Daddy, needing you, your little whore Daddyyy, for your cock, Papaaa," his huge throbbing hard daddy-cock gaping into her tight young little baby pussy, impaled on her father's cock, her father buried balls deep in his little girl, inside her, so deep inside her, touching that place, her heat and wetness on his thighs as she creamed dripping hot wet being fucked by her own father, his hugely thick incestuous cock filling her, swelling inside her, making her slide up and down it like a hot little whore in heat for her father's incestuous throbbing hard cock. Rocking her hips in a fluid up and down motion like the girl's she'd seen in her father's porn movies, men on top of small, petite women, women who looked so much like her, movies she'd snuck in and watched while he was at work, cumming to them imagining she was the women, the men her father. "Oh god Daddyyy, you're – you're getting so big inside me, Papa. Daddyyyy, cum for me Daddy, let me make you cum Papa, cum in me Papa, cum in me," her whispers hot and urgent, "make...a baby in me Daddy," she gushed, startled, surprising herself hearing her say those words turning her on even more. "Fuck your little girl, Papa, use me Daddy, make my little pussy yours, Papa," squeezing him inside her, "your sexy little whore, Daddy, for you Papa, your private little whore, Papa, whenever you want me," milking her father's surging hot hard cock throbbing so deep inside her warm little girl belly as he gripped her hard in his arms. Like a wild animal, her father grunting and fucking into his daughter straddling his waist, her soft and bare, his cock swelling inside her warm little cunt, fucking into her warm little belly as he groaned, gripping her to him as he came, as he exploded inside his little girl's tight little baby cunny in the silence of his bedroom in the privacy of their home, her and her Daddy's new shared secret. "Mmm, Papa, god I can feel you Daddy cumming in me, I won't tell Papa, I promise Daddy, keep fucking me Daddy, keep fucking me, make a baby in me Daddy, your baby, Papa, ohhh god Daddyyy. Daddyyy? You're still so hard, cummingggg, ohhhh god Daddyyyyy, yes, cum in me in me Papa, cum again, in your little girl, Daddy, your naughty little girl, your tiny little girl, my tight little baby pussy, your pussy Papa, yours." 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 74