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I don't know what that 'e' ever did to her, but as far as she's concerned, it's gone. It was Sophi, though, who brought tears to my eyes the first time that I saw her, newly- born and still coated with a thin layer of her mother's insides, and made me a believer in the concept of love- at-first-sight. Sophie who'd scuff her knee at little league practice and wouldn't stop crying until I had kissed it better. Sophi who would wake up in the middle of the night, climb out of her bed and into mine, and lodge herself firmly between my wife and me, her head against my chest until morning. I still saw the 'e'. I hope she'll forgive it one day, for whatever it has done. But that's Sophi for you. She's headstrong, stubborn even. It can be hard for me to see it, she's a daddy's girl through and through, but I've heard stories. She's 12 now and has started middle school. Her knowledge of the world is expanding. She writes, she has a diary she keeps religiously, and reads for pleasure as well as school. I'm really starting to enjoy our conversations. It's a pleasure of parenting that I hadn't anticipated, but it's become a real joy. She's thoughtful and considered and is eager to learn. I'm excited about the woman she'll grow into. She's pretty too. I see her with a father's eyes and think she's the most beautiful thing in the wide world, but I can distance myself and see her as the rest of the world does. She's going through changes, of course, and some of her girlish cuteness is being lost, but I see signs that her current awkwardness is making way for real grace. She has a ballerina's body, blonde hair and blue eyes. All of which she got from her mother. I'm troubled though. Conflicted. I'll tell you why. *** It was a week or so ago. Last Thursday, I think. I'd just gotten in from the office, hung my coat on the stand by the door, kicked my shoes off and checked the mail while I made myself a cup of coffee, when I heard Sophi crying upstairs (her room is directly above the kitchen). I took my coffee with me and went to see what was wrong. As it happens, she wasn't crying. I knocked at her door before turning the handle and letting myself in and found her naked on her bed, breathing heavily and scrambling to pull her duvet over herself, and having some difficulty as she'd been on top of it. I blurted out an apology and quickly went back the way I'd come, closing the door behind me. I stood with my back to her door in the hallway, my mind racing through a hundred different thoughts and not settling on a single one. I hadn't seen her naked in, what was it, two years? Three? It had happened quite naturally; once she was old enough to bathe herself, she did. She had developed in the intervening years, however many there had been. In the momentary glimpse I'd gotten I couldn't help notice her breasts (small as they were, they had definitely not been there the last time), puffy nipples the colour of strawberry candy and the small fuzz of light pubic hair which had caught the late afternoon light slanting in through her window. 'Daddy?' I heard her say through the door. It had only been a few seconds. 'Yes?' 'I'm sorry.' Her breathing was still heavy and her voice was thick, but she sounded so sad. 'No, honey, I am. I shouldn't have burst in like that.' 'It's okay, Daddy. Come in.' I opened the door ajar and waited. 'Are you covered?' She giggled, 'I am.' I went in. She was sitting up on her bed, the duvet wrapped around her. She'd patted down her hair, but it was still messed up. She looked more adult than I'd ever seen her, and then she wrinkled her nose and grinned and she was my little girl again. 'You're blushing!' 'I am?' I laughed, feeling my cheeks with the back of a hand. They did feel hot. 'You are! Why are you blushing?!' 'Well,' I started, and laughed at myself for being flustered by a twelve year old girl. 'I saw you naked, sweetie! It's been a while.' I sat down at the foot of her bed and she scooted over to me. As she settled she gave a sharp intake of breath and her eyes closed and mouth opened involuntarily. Now she was the one blushing. 'Are you ok?' I asked, a grin forming. She was sitting a little awkwardly now. Her legs were folded under her and I couldn't tell for sure since she was wearing her duvet like a tortilla but I got the impression that her butt was raised off the bed. 'Mhm,' she squeaked, biting her lower lip and looking anywhere but at me. 'How was your day, Daddy?' 'It was fine...' Here hands were clasping her duvet extra tight, even though the thing was quite loose around her. 'Just another day at the office.' I could feel the bed starting to tremble ever so slightly and a frown was forming on her brow. 'Baby, is something wrong?' I asked, moving my coffee to my left hand and putting my right on her cheek, turning her little face towards me. As I did her legs quivered and gave way and her butt landed on the bed. Her head rocked forward into my hand, her eyes squeezed closed and she gave out an extended 'ungh' sound that was unmistakable. She's just cum. I sat beside her unable to move, my hand still on her cheek. She was breathing hard now. Panting. Little shivers, aftershocks, were going through her body. For the first time since I entered her room the unmistakable scent of pussy wafted up to me. My eyes scanned the room. The blinds were lowered nearly all the way, letting only a narrow shaft of light into the room, which so happened to fall on a pile of clothes on the otherwise neat and tidy floor, her school uniform. Beside the bed were a pair of cotton panties, which looked wet. My little girl was masturbating and I'd walked in on her. Not only that but I'd seen her orgasm. Suddenly my own embarrassment made way for sympathy. Poor thing must be so much more embarrassed than I was. 'Oh honey, it's ok.' I said, stroking her cheek with my thumb, trying to calm her. Her eyes were still closed and her head face down. 'You don't have to be embarrassed, baby.' I leaned over to put my coffee on her desk across the room and then sat back down. She shuddered again and doubled over. I had to hold her by the shoulders to keep her from tumbling off the bed. 'What's going on, honey?' 'It's in me, Daddy,' she gasped. 'I can't...' I looked down her back to where the duvet was lifted above her butt and saw what had happened. A thick round object was stuck most of the way inside her. It must have been partially inside when I interrupted her, and when she'd lowered herself onto the bed, well, in it went. Had I thought things through I probably wouldn't have, but my parental instinct kicked in and something was causing my little girl discomfort, so I reached down behind her. The object was wet and I had to struggle for purchase, but I grasped it around the base and eased it out of her. She came again, moaning, and the vulgarity of the situation hit me like a freight train. The smell of her pussy was overwhelming now. The air was saturated by it. Her little asshole was staring at me in the face. She reached between her legs and clasped a hand over herself, holding it there as she climbed the heights of her latest orgasm. I put the thing I'd taken out of her to the side and pulled the duvet down to cover her naked rear end. She rocked back until she was upright and I pulled her into a hug. 'Oh, Daddy...' she cried, and leaned her head against my chest. 'It's all right, baby,' I said, stroking her hair as the last waves of her orgasm subsided and she collapsed against me. We sat like that for a while, maybe as long as five minutes, without saying a word. I just held her and stroked her hair, like I had a thousand times, her head against my chest, her breath deep and slow. My hand, the one that wasn't stroking her hair, the one that had pulled that thing out of her, was still damp, the fingers sticky with her. That was new. After a while she looked up at me, her face questioning, wondering how I'd react. I smiled down at her. 'How are you feeling, sweetie?' She grinned, relieved, and blinked slowly. She looked like she'd just woken up. 'All better,' she giggled. 'You know, I never expected to see you do that, let alone sit next to you while you did.' 'I didn't either!' she said, in exaggerated surprise. 'I love you, though, Daddy. Thank you for holding me.' 'You would have fallen flat on your face if I hadn't. That must have been quite an intense feeling you were having.' She nuzzled back into me, her head against my chest. 'It was,' she said in her little-girl voice. The one she only used with me, usually only at bedtime, when I kissed her goodnight. 'Most intense ever, actually.' 'Really?' I asked, also exaggerating my surprise, 'So that wasn't your first time?' She looked up at me, a glint in her eye, and then shook her head and said 'No.' Then added, 'But it was the first time I put something...' She giggled and leant her head to the side, all coy and cute. 'You knowwwww,' she said. 'You saw.' I laughed. 'I did.' 'Well then. Yep. I hadn't done that before.' She sighed, dreamily. 'It was nice.' 'Clearly! Where did you get it? That...' I glanced behind me to where I'd tossed it, and then froze. I must not have looked at it when I'd pulled it out of her, because if I had, I wouldn't have gotten such a shock this time. I know exactly where she'd gotten it. Sophie giggled. 'Well... I found it in mom's closet.' Yep. It had been a Valentine's Day present a couple of years back. I had been away a lot that year, back and forth to Hong Kong with the company, and thought my wife could do with a little something to keep her occupied at night while I was away. I'd taken her out to dinner in the city, where I gave her a necklace she'd pointed out to me a couple of months previously, and then took her back to a suite at the Ritz-Carlton, where I have her a dildo. And it wasn't just your everyday dildo. I'd had it made special. Custom made. And the worst part? I'd modelled for it. I'd heard about it from a buddy and thought my wife would love it so I booked an appointment, went alone to this little apartment in the village, laid face down on a table with a round hole where you'd think it'd be, and had a mold made of my erect manhood. I was pretty proud of the result and my wife did love it. Every time I went away I'd call her from my hotel room and she'd use it while we had phone sex. I'd thought it had been a fantastic idea. Until now, that is. Until right about the time my twelve year old daughter found it in the shelf at the top of my wife's closet and put it inside herself. Now it seemed like a pretty dumb thing to have done. I stared at it, speechless. The replica of my cock, glistening with my daughter's cum, lying there on her Hannah Montana bed sheets, a damp smudge on Miley Cyrus's cheek. Sophi had already outgrown Hannah Montana and I wished I'd gotten her some new bedding. 'What, Daddy? What is it?' I snapped out of my trance, closed my mouth, and looked at her. 'Er...' She laughed, got up in my face and, holding her duvet up with one arm, wrapped the other arm around my neck. 'What!?' She knew something had surprised me, and I wasn't cross with her so she knew she wasn't in trouble, and she was in a playful mood. That meant she was going to get it out of me, and we both knew it. 'What is it? Tell me!' She moved over, straddling me, and bounced up and down - completely innocent move on her part, she'd done this her whole life and had only recently gotten a little too big for it - and it was only then that I noticed I had a hard-on. A big-time rock-solid hard-on. 'Tell me!' she giggled, having a whale of a time. That fact that she was naked (and wet) under her duvet was not lost on me as her butt repeatedly landed on my lap. 'Sophi,' I laughed. 'Quit it, baby.' 'Uh-uh, not until you tell me.' 'Ok, ok...' I relented. There was no sense dragging this out. 'Here.' I put my hands on her waist and helped her scoot off of my lap. She turned away as she repositioned herself on the bed and I quickly adjusted my hard-on, moving it into a less obvious place in my pants. And then I was faced with the dilemma of whether to actually tell her what had shocked me or not . I thought of lying, making something up, but that didn't sit well with me. I had made a conscious effort to be honest with my daughter for her whole life, and that wasn't a habit I wanted to break. 'Wellllll?' she said, loving how flustered I'd gotten. It was a side of me she rarely saw. 'Sophi, baby, that...' I motioned to the dildo. Her eyes darted over to it, and the redness returned to her cheeks. 'It's a model of... a replica...' Man, this was tough. 'It's a model of my...' Without thinking I motioned to my hard-on, and then cringed almost instantly as Sophi's eyes followed mine and found my cock straining against the material of my pants. She gasped. 'I had it made for your mother, for when I was away on business.' I went on, completely embarrassed. I looked at Sophi and saw a slight subconscious licking of her lips - which was shocking in its own right - her eyes still on my lap. Then her eyes widened and she put a hand to her mouth and looked away. 'Yeah,' I said. I looked away too. There was a moment of silence, which lasted just a few seconds but seemed much, much longer to me, and then we both cracked up. She fell back on her bed laughing and I did the same. The absurdity of the situation had gotten to us both. We laughed and then laughed some more, before relenting. Sophi ended up lying on her back with her head on the pillow, I was beside her. 'Are you going to tell Mom?' she asked, idly fiddling with the dildo with her outstretched fingers. 'No,' I said. 'That's too complicated a conversation. Are you?' 'No way! Don't you think I've had enough embarrassment for one day?' 'I suppose you have, yeah.' Another moment of silence passed before I moved to get up. 'Daddy?' she said. I was leaning up on my elbows. 'Yeah?' I said, looking down and back at her, wrapped up like a burrito in her duvet. I could still smell her in the air, a sweet scent. I had to resist the urge to inhale deeply. 'Can I keep it?' She bit her bottom lip and looked down, a guilty look, but then she found the will to look up at me, straight in the eyes. 'Can I?' I thought about it. Since I'd had the dildo made I'd been promoted and didn't have to travel for work anymore, and so it had been a long while since my wife had needed it, which was why it had been stowed away in the closet instead of in its old place in my wife's underwear drawer. She probably wouldn't miss it. But then the other issue presented itself. The one which went something like this: is it ok for your daughter to be screwing herself with a replica of your cock? I could lie, but you'd probably be able to tell. I'm not going to. I liked the idea. Hell, sitting there on Sophi's bed, my cock was still hard, straining desperately to get out of my pants and into the pussy my body knew was nearby by the smell in the air and the thoughts coursing through my brain. My eyes went back to the dildo and my daughter's fingers toying with its head. 'Just don't let your mother find it.' 'Really?!' she squeaked. 'Thank you, Daddy!' She sat up and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my cheek again and again. 'I love you so much,' she said, reaching for her new tow. She held it in her hands and her eyes fell to my lap, my cock making itself very obvious. 'Is it really just the same as this?' she asked, knowing she was being naughty but risking it anyway. 'Mhm,' I said, simply. With both hands on the dildo her duvet had slipped and the tops of her breasts, down to her areolas, that strawberry candy color, were visible. I couldn't look away. 'Is it really...' she went on, her face flushing, 'this... big?' 'It's just the same,' I said, as her duvet slipped to her belly, the full cup of her maddeningly perky little breasts now exposed, her nipples perfect and unblemished, standing at attention. The dildo was seven inches long, not that big in the scheme of things, but still above average. Her breathing was ragged now and she looked up at me with a look of such pleading. 'Daddy!' she cried. 'Oh, baby. You're really horny aren't you.' 'I neeed it,' she was cringing as though in pain. Again, if I'd thought it through I probably wouldn't have, but my parental instincts were kicking in. My baby wanted something so badly and she should have it. 'Oh sweetheart,' I said. 'It's yours. Go ahead.' She sent me a look of such gratitude as she leaned forward - the duvet falling away behind her, revealing her taut belly, her creamy inner thighs and that small fuzz of blonde hair where they met - but she blindsided me by reaching for my lap instead of the dildo. She pulled down my zipper with one hand and reached inside with the other, impossible if I'd been wearing jeans but quite easily achieved because of the thin material of my suit. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. A huge understatement. My mind was blown. Couple that with how horny I was and the sweet smell of clean fresh pussy I was breathing in and I was momentarily close to being catatonic. I'd never seen my daughter as she was then. Her eyes were so filled with lust that they seemed wild. I felt her hand move under my cock and her little fingers wrap around the shaft. She pulled it out of the zipper and the relief was amazing. I hadn't noticed how much tension had built up over the time I'd spent in her room this afternoon. She moved her hand up and down the length of it, studying. 'It's not exactly the same,' she breathed, leaning over it until I could feel her breath on the tip when she spoke. 'The skin moves... and it's so warm...' She continued stroking it, 'and it's so hard... and so soft...' She giggled at the contradiction and then blew my mind again by taking my cock into her mouth. Her tongue was exploring, swirling around the head, darting under it and flicking while she sucked. I can't remember what I was thinking, it's very likely I wasn't able to think at all, but I remember what I saw: her breasts hanging down from her slender ballerina's frame and keeping their shape completely, those strawberry candy nipples; her left hand in a tight fist, her fingers entwined in my pubic hair; her eyes, her brow, a look of such concentration; her entire head bobbing up and down taking me as far into her mouth as she could and then shallower movements as she sucked extra hard on just the head. I remember the sounds too, so explicit: slurping, sucking, my little Sophi moaning. I could have cum on more than one occasion, but I forced myself not to. Maybe that was a line I didn't want to cross, maybe I just didn't want it to end, maybe all or none of the above. She stopped and opened her eyes, beaming up at me and wiping the spit from around her mouth on her arm. I must have beamed back because she crawled up the bed and kissed me. Hard. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and it was all I could do to shove back with mine. It was overwhelming. She kissed like a girl possessed, a girl who had learned to kiss from movies and late-night TV. I was getting drunk from it. It was heady, like red wine. I only vaguely felt her straddling me, reaching back for my cock, still slick with her spit, and positioning it. It was a distant notion, like a song playing in another room. Her kiss was all encompassing, until I was inside. 'No,' I gasped into her. But it was done. Our hips met and fell in love. I could have pulled her off me and ran, but I didn't. 'I love you,' I added. 'I love you,' she breathed, raising up from me and thudding back down. 'I love you too, Daddy.' Her pussy was heaven, even as it sent me to hell. The tightest I ever had, it felt designed for me, built to find every nerve of my manhood and set them alight. So tight. So tight. She was cumming. I could feel it. A shudder racked her spine, she bit down on my bottom lip, a guttural groan escaped her throat, and she squeezed, squeezed, squeezed! And that was it for me. No strength of will, no force my mind could muster could hold it back. I came and filled her cunt with shot after shot of cum. Still she rode me, still she squeezed, still she rose up and thudded back down, and every last drop I had inside me went into her. And then it was done. She collapsed on top of me and the two of us stilled, our breathing heavy and in sync, still joined, her insides still pulsing around me, her head on my chest. I found that my hands were on her hips. I moved one to the swell of her ass and rested it there. The other idly stroked up and down the length of her back. I could feel goose bumps rising there. 'What have we done?' I asked. My eyes on the ceiling. She lifted her head and found my eyes with her own. 'Made love,' she said simply. I agreed. Her belly rumbled, and as if in reply, mine did too. 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 67