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Archive name: angel.txt (Mf, inc, ped, mast)
Authors name: Tumi (tumiself @aol.com)
Story title : Angel

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Angel (Mf, inc, ped, mast)
by Tumi (tumiself @aol.com)

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A father and his nine-year-old daughter's wrestling leads 
to more than they bargained for. The first of many 
stories about Angel 

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CHAPTER ONE: INNOCENCE LOST

Angie was a beautiful young girl. She's just turned nine, 
and she is a lovely young girl. 

Her name was really Angela (of coarse) but everyone 
called her Angie or Ang accept for her father Mark, he 
always called her Angel. Angie liked that; it made her 
feel special. Sometimes Karen (her mother) called her, My 
Baby, but that made her feel like a child. Angel didn't 
like that she thought of herself as a young lady. That's 
the way her dad made her feel. 

Oh they still roughhoused and wrestled around, sometimes 
they tickled each other to ungodly extremes and would 
laugh until their sides hurt. That's how it all got 
started that day.

They were doing just that, wrestling, rolling around on 
the floor as Mark began to tickle her, she rolled over 
and struck back coming in hard and fast her fingers 
caught him in the ribs. That was his most vulnerable 
spot, he twisted and turned, finally pushing her away, 
jumping up on the couch to catch his breath. Still 
laughing he flopped down half sitting half lying there, 
as Angel got up still giggling she plopped down on top of 
him.

She was wearing a pair of bib overalls and a short top 
that would have shown off her smooth stomach had not the 
bibs covering it. The two buttons on either side had come 
undone in their struggles so Mark slipped his hands 
underneath the bib to rest on her belly he interlocked 
his fingers and just kind of used that to hold her there. 
His palms rested on the smooth warm skin, he lay there 
just feeling her breath, just enjoying the closeness they 
shared. 

Mark was proud of his daughter's beauty. Her dark blond 
hair with streaks of coppery red where it has been 
toasted by the sun, her skin a rich creamy tan even in 
the winter when she wasn't exposed to the sun as much. 
Her eyes were large and round and a green that was almost 
frighteningly bright sometime, especially when she 
smiled. Oh when she smiled it made his heart skip, her 
mouth was wide and her full lips spread to expose perfect 
white teeth. All of this set on an oval frame with high 
cheekbones, a chin with just a hint of a cleft and the 
cute yet noble nose.

Her body of coarse hadn't developed yet, though thin it 
was remarkably athletic and boyish, except for her 
bottom, her butt perked out into the bubble that had 
first attracted him to her mother so many years ago.

Angie lay there sprawled across her father, her head 
lying on his shoulder, legs flopped on either side of 
his, feeling just about the same thing her dad was as she 
caught her breath. His hands felt good resting where they 
were, she watched them rise and fall with her breathing, 
enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. But her 
impishness got the best of her, she just couldn't resist 
one more dig, she slides her hand up to his ribs tickling 
him.

Mark twisted and jerked laughing his hands had come 
unlocked, when she stopped they were resting in a 
different spot. His right had slipped down and was laying 
across her pubic mound on top of her nylon panties his 
little and ring finger were touching the soft skin of her 
inner thigh. His left slid under her shirt with the thumb 
pressed against her nipple that was hard from all the 
exertion, the palm spread out over the hard flat chest. 
It was a chest not a breast, it was flat and smooth, he 
could feel her ribs underneath the skin. 

It took him a moment to realize where his hands were and 
what he felt, having had no thoughts of anything sexual, 
so he didn't immediately remove them. Angie felt it 
though, she didn't know what sexual was, but she knew 
that his hands felt good there. When he started to pull 
them away she grabbed them with both of hers to hold them 
where they were. Then press them harder into her most 
private areas.

This surprised Mark, he wasn't sure what to think, or 
even if to think. So he didn't think, he looked over into 
his daughter's face, there was a strange look in her eyes 
one he wasn't familiar with. It was a pleading, a desire, 
oh hell he didn't know, lustful maybe. What ever it was 
he didn't resist couldn't resist her. He let his right 
hand stray between her spread legs, feeling the 
smoothness of the nylon beneath his fingers as they slid 
down to stroke the warmth of her young pussy.

Angel didn't know what to think either she wasn't 
thinking at all, she was just feeling. Oh it felt so 
good. Dad's finger was moving up and down her little 
cunny rubbing it and every time it hit her little button 
at the very top of the slit she'd shutter. His other hand 
had wandered to cup her right booby; he'd taken her 
nipple between his thumb and finger and began to pinch it 
ever so slightly. It felt like a live electric wire 
running straight to the little nub at the top of her 
cunny.

Her breathing became slow and heavy her mouth opened as 
she sucked in air, tongue licking her lips to the rhythm 
of his stroking. Her eyelids half closed as she turned 
her head to look at her father.

He was looking into her lovely young face in awe of the 
wonder and desire that masked the little girl he'd been 
playing with just a few minutes earlier. Not caring about 
right or wrong just now he felt his cock grow to 
uncomfortable hardness under Angel's beautiful soft ass. 
He knew that she could feel it, though he had doubt that 
she knew what it was. Now all he wanted to do was to give 
his darling daughter as much pleasure as he could. He 
didn't think that she was old enough to cum but he could 
see that she could sure enjoy his manual stimulations. 

She surprised him. She was old enough. It started along 
that live wire running between her nipples and (by now 
sloppy wet) cunny. The electricity was spreading through 
out her tummy, along the insides of her tender young 
thighs, spreading all over her body in a burst of energy 
like nothing she'd ever experienced before in her young 
life. Her back arched in an involuntary effort to contain 
the contortions that where spasming through her entire 
body, her hands clinched, almost painfully squeezing his 
as she guided his hands to increase the pressure that was 
bringing her to the world of womanhood.

"Oh Daddy, Daddy" she kept moaning. She hadn't called him 
Daddy since she became a sophisticated six-year-old; it 
had been Dad or father since then. (And it would be Daddy 
from this day on.) 

Surprised as he was he was joyous in the knowledge of the 
pleasure that he was bringing his Angel. He increased the 
speed and pressure on her soaking little cunt, 
concentrating on her clit, amazed at the amount of 
lubricant that so young a pussy could produce her panties 
were literally soaked (he didn't realize that she had 
peed herself just a little and neither did she). He had 
to use his left hand just to hang on to her until she 
finally started to subside from her startling 
convulsions.

As she relaxed back on his body she leaned her head to 
his and kissed him. Her lips were still parted and he 
gently slipped his tongue between her teeth and into her 
waiting mouth for her first kiss as a woman. She turned 
her body so that she could rap her arms around his neck 
and kiss him with more passion, his arms taking her in to 
hug tightly and stroke her hair as he held her. 

Their tongues danced in the age-old ritual of all lovers 
as his desire grew. Now conscience and guilt started to 
return. He gently slid her over next to him breaking 
their kiss telling her that he really had to go to the 
bathroom got up and left her lying peacefully on the 
couch. As he locked the bathroom door fear and shame over 
whelmed him, but the ache in his throbbing cock caused 
him to unzip his pants and take it into hand masturbating 
fiercely. It didn't take long, he erupted, as he hadn't 
in years, his knees buckled, he had to grab hold of the 
sink to keep from falling.

He took his time cleaning up the sperm that he'd sprayed 
all over the mirror and sink, then washed his face in 
cold water as he tried to compose himself and think of 
what he should do next. Slowly he opened the door and 
went back into the living room, she lay there sleeping 
innocently, totally spent from her first sexual 
experience.

Angie had been happy after she first woke up. She felt 
great as a matter of fact. She wasn't sure exactly what 
had happened, though she knew that it had been nasty, 
kind of like the time she'd been caught playing doctor 
with the neighbor kids, Jenny and her older brother 
Bobby. But this had been her daddy so it must be OK. But 
latter when her dad had come back he seemed upset, like 
he was mad at her or something. She didn't know what she 
should say so she said nothing and waited for him to tell 
her.             

For the next week the guilt almost overwhelmed Mark. He 
found that he was ashamed to even look his Angel square 
in the eyes. He tried to find a way to talk to her about 
it but was unable to speak whenever they were alone 
together. He avoided her as much as possible and this 
almost killed him for they had been so close all their 
lives.

Angie couldn't take it any longer she missed her dad so 
much so one-day when he was sitting in his chair she 
stood in front of him her lower lip quivering. 

"Daddy I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do anything wrong." 
She began to sob "Please forgive me Daddy I miss you so 
bad."

His heart broke, he swept her up and hugged her close to 
his chest, and squeezing her tight he began to cry, too.

"Oh honey, honey you didn't do anything wrong. It was me. 
I should never have touched you like that. It was wrong 
oh so very wrong. Please forgive me, I'm so sorry I hurt 
you." He choked out.

They held each other close for a long time rocking back 
and forth just letting the pain of the last week's 
separation flow away in their tears.

Finally Angie sat back a little looking into his eyes " 
But Daddy you didn't hurt me. It felt good."

"I know sweetheart but it was wrong. A grown man should 
never do that to a little girl." He said as he kissed her 
cheek.

"But I started it Daddy, I wanted you to do it .I think. 
I don't know it just happened and I didn't want you to 
stop."

"You're so young and your just not ready for that kind of 
thing yet, your bodies that of a little girl. You need to 
grow up first then you'll meet some guy and fall in love 
with him, get married. Then and only then will it be time 
for you to explore your body." He couldn't help smiling 
at his little joke even if she didn't understand it.

So young? Little girl's body? Angel didn't like that; she 
so wanted to be a woman or at least a big girl.
   
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "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.
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