Message-ID: <40221asstr$1041469818@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: From: adversity Reply-To: adversity Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ZLPwdHint: X-ZLExpiry: -1 X-ZLReceiptConfirm: N X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2003 06:30:26 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Dad {adversity} (M/g, pedo, oral, inc) Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2003 20:10:18 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman [M/g, pedo, oral, inc] feedback: adversity@ziplip.com ******************************************** 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. ******************************************** This story is pure erotic fantasy. It has no basis in fact whatsoever. I DON'T advocate or approve of this behavior in the real world! Another version of the beginning of this story is posted in the Incest section of Kristen's Archive. Jenny's Dad by adversity Most people would say that the guys in my net group were molesting, or wanted to molest their daughters. We thought of ourselves as men who loved our little girls; at least those of us in the core of the group. We traded stories about what we'd done, how we felt, what we wished we could do. Pictures. Mostly with the girls' faces hidden, mostly run of the mill shots of naked kids in tubs or little cherubs in their swimsuits. The average guy in the group, which numbered hundreds of members, had done little more than fantasize about incest. But there was one guy who had an expensive paid website. You had to practically sign away your soul to get access to it. There he posted pictures of his daughter. Her body, never her face. The poses were shocking and so hot I must have jerked off on them a million times. The tamest ones showed the six year old girl on a bed with her nightie pulled up over her head. Her slightly rounded thighs were spread, the small lips exposed. A lot of the shots were close up views with his hand in the frame, spreading the downy little cunt open to show its precious pink insides. In some he was finger fucking her or playing with her clit. I could practically taste her. I stared forever at the screen, pumping my cock. I remembered the incredible little girl musk of my own baby girl's cunt. What always took me over the top were the pictures that showed her wanting it, her cunt thrust upward, hips lifting from the bed. She wanted so bad to be touched. The pictures got more graphic until you got to a series entitled "Completion." Unbelievable close ups of his hard thick cock going into her. I studied them for hours; long after my balls were drained and aching. Horndad99. He claimed he was a psychiatrist and sex therapist who had experimented with techniques on his daughter and come up with a combination of drugs and conditioning that had turned her into his lover. He'd started on her as a baby. Drugs and subliminal conditioning CDs were the heart of his technique, he said. The guys in the group debated it with each other and him, endlessly. One fateful night near the end of summer, in a sweat of lust for my own kid, I contacted him privately. I'd been worshipping my little girl's body since my wife first brought her home. I'd gotten married because Eileen was pregnant. I won't say it was a mistake because if it hadn't happened I wouldn't have Jenny. But for me and Eileen, the marriage was impossible. We didn't love each other and we were suddenly stuck with each other and a baby. Maybe, because I grew up close to my mom, who'd been deserted by my old man, I was the one who stuck by the kid when the marriage blew up. Eileen tried at the start. She was going to show everybody who said she was too young that they were full of shit by doing it all -- breastfeeding, cloth diapers, you name it. It didn't last. She was a kid herself and she couldn't cope. She wanted to go out, to have fun. Having the baby was like a prison sentence for her. I wasn't that much older but I'd been on my own, making a living since my teens on construction crews. By the time I married Eileen I had my own small business and a growing number of clients for remodeling jobs. The nights Eileen didn't come home, I fed Jenny from a bottle. She'd drink from it but she'd fuss because she was craving her mommy's tit. One night, desperate to stop her crying, I'd put her up to my own smooth chest and damn if she didn't clamp onto me! It sent bolts of pleasure like heat lightning straight to my cock. I started to treasure the nights when Eileen didn't come home. I didn't care where she was or who she was fucking, because I had Jenny. I would feed her from the bottle and then let her suck at my tit while I rocked her to sleep. I'd get so hard I'd have to jerk off while she sucked me. I remember the first time I rubbed my aching dick on her soft baby cunt; creamy and slick with baby oil and powder. I came harder than I'd ever come in my life -- just from feeling her sweet stuff touch the head of my cock. It happened when I was getting her ready for bed. I'd already stripped down, ready to jerk off while I rocked her. My cock was throbbing. It had gotten to the point where I was hard as a tree limb near her bedtime every night, like clockwork. My hand was on my stiff dick and I couldn't stop staring at her innocent pussy, its tiny pouchy lips so fucking cute. I'd taken my time washing it, fingering it with oil and listening to her coo with pleasure. I knew I should close up the diaper but I didn't. My heart was beating like a drum as I started to explore her pussy and massage my rod at the same time. No more excuses, no more pretending. I wasn't wiping her clean or protecting her from diaper rash. I was feeling her cunt because I was hot for it, because I was horny and it turned me on to see and feel my fingers between those pussy lips. It was hottest thing I'd ever done in my life. Jenny's chubby legs folded up, little knees hiked up high like she was trying to show me more of her sweet cunt. "Good girl," I crooned at her, my knuckle soaked in baby oil, rubbing slowly back and forth over her barely formed clit. My other hand worked my hot cock harder and harder. Seconds away from the point of no return I stopped and picked her up. Trembling, I held her in one arm against my chest and pressed my oozing cock head on her cunt. The contact point between me and Jenny was electric, like I'd plugged into a wall socket. My whole body shook, my hips jerking, as I soaked her in sperm from the front of her box to her pink asshole. I hadn't cum that hard and hot since I was sixteen years old. Soon after that happened, I found a chest of drawers to replace her changing table that put her at the right level to reach with my dick. From then on every diaper change was a good excuse to haul out my pecker and play. I swear she loved it as much as I did. She loved to be naked and to be played with. She loved my dick. I couldn't put it in her mouth, it was too big, but she'd try to clamp onto it like a nipple to nurse on. Her little chin would work as she tried to suck me, her wet lips and gums working around my knob, making me ooze a river of precum. I'd save up rubbing between her legs for the end. Right through her slippery ass cheeks and up the warm seam of her split to diddle her tiny clit with my spitting cockhead. I loved to see the cum shoot out of my pisshole straight at her wiggling cunt, spattering her with globs of thick cream. When Eileen left for good I moved Jenny's crib into the bedroom with me. There were nights I was so horny I'd stand by the side of the crib in the dark, with my meat poking through the bars and jerk off. I didn't think I was hurting her. She seemed to love it more and more as I figured out what felt good to her. What harm could there be, I thought, in tickling her sweet snatch with my tongue. She had killer orgasms, her whole body quivering. It was better than anything I'd ever imagined. As she got older I found new ways for us to do stuff together. I'd hold her in my lap or on top of me when she was sleepy. Both of us naked. My hard, lubed pole between her chubby little thighs if she was in my lap. If she was on top of me on the bed, I'd lay her right on my dick. I'd have a towel across my thighs or under me on the bed for when she peed. I'd spread her tiny pussy lips to make sure she had my meat pressed against her clit. In my lap, I would hold her legs in my hands, closing them snug around my cock and rub myself and her to heaven. In bed it was like she was humping my dick; I'd rock her like we were having a gentle fuck. I knew when she came. She'd do it over and over again, quivering on her daddy's pole. At the end of a session, when she was all done, she would piss. If I hadn't already, the splash of her pee would make me empty my balls. Her mother used to do the same thing in a way. Eileen could cum like crazy, over and over, but when she was tired of it, totally done, she'd go off to the bathroom and take a piss. She said it felt good, like a last little cum, to feel her piss forced out through her swollen clit. Jenny and I were closer than married. She was my own flesh and blood. The special kisses between her legs and letting her see or touch my cock stopped much too soon for me. When she was starting to talk, I realized the days of her not knowing what we did were over. Still, I got a lot of cuddling from my girl. There were times when she was sleeping that I could sneak a touch or two and that was fine. A few feels at bath time. Not much. Even though she said she was a big girl she still liked her special snuggle before bedtime, after her bath when she was dressed in her nightie. She'd climb up in my lap and hug me, with her bare legs straddling my thigh; her nightgown soft, falling around my lap. I had to keep my cock hidden but I'd rock her on my leg, back and forth and my little girl would moan and coo while I pet her back and stroked her silky blonde hair. I knew what she needed and wanted. I could feel the tremors run through her when she climaxed. Jenny let me give her those workouts because she didn't know what she was doing. There would be a warm damp patch of her little girl cum on my pants when she got up. Sometimes I got to feel her on my bare leg. In the heat of summer, wearing shorts, I'd get to feel her warm pussy lips kiss my thigh. I'd be hard as a rock, my cock inches away from her, her thigh nudging my churning balls. I knew she saw the big bulge in my pants. She didn't know what she was seeing and she didn't touch it. I'd put her to bed and then jerk off furiously. Eventually, even the bedtime snuggles stopped. About the time she turned six, a big girl in first grade, she started to get shy. She didn't want to sleep with her daddy any more, unless there was a bad storm, or a bad nightmare. It got so the sound of thunder gave me a hard-on because I knew a little fairy princess would sneak into my bed. I'd hold her and she'd feel safe. I treasured it even though it was a torment to lie still, feeling her little body pressed up against my hard dick, not moving until I was sure she was sound asleep. The older she got the hotter I was for her. She was a heartbreaker. Prettier by far than her mom, and sexy as hell in her little school uniform. I was dying to be able to look at her growing body the way I had when she was a baby. It drove me nuts the way she hid herself. She squealed if I saw her naked, and she would cover her eyes with her hands if I had my clothes off. I knew that she masturbated like crazy, but she was sneaky about it, hiding in her room. She liked to rub herself off on this one stuffed toy she had. A little floppy dog she named Boo-Boo. While she was at school, Boo-Boo and I had some hot times together. I'd jerk off, sniffing her scent on him. I would have soaked him in spunk if I hadn't been careful. I didn't want to matt up his fur with dried cum. My heart was breaking and my dick was out of control. The further she pulled away from me the more I was aching for her. I started to spend a lot of time on the internet, looking at little girls, wanting my own little girl back. Soon she stopped using Boo-Boo and I was reduced to jerking off in her dirty panties, searching the cloth crotch for some trace of the smell I loved. Jennie was my lovebug, my girl, but I always had women I could fuck. Mostly I paid for it. I'm a decent looking guy -- tall, muscular from all the years I've spent in construction. I knew I looked good -- I saw it in women's eyes. They looked, I looked back. I dated a few but I didn't have the time or inclination for a relationship. I needed pussy I could fuck without having to build my life around it. There were a few pros I kept to on a steady basis. Nice enough girls who understood I wanted a no-strings attached fuck I could count on. There was only one female I wanted at the center of my life, and that was Jenny. Sliding my meat in some whore's snatch, I'd be dreaming of her, imagining her old enough to take my cock, picturing her with her legs spread, asking me to fuck her, telling me she'd never love another man. I always took care of my needs in the daytime while she was at school. I never wanted to give up a precious night at home with her. Not once did I leave her with a sitter. And after she went to bed, I'd be on the internet, my hard cock rising up toward the keyboard. I guess it was around the time she started school that I discovered the egroup. It helped. I'd get worked up talking to them. Guys begged me for details about what I'd done with Jenny and it made my balls boil to go back over the past, to describe how close we'd been. I never posted her picture up anywhere. I didn't want any one jerking off at her. But I'd look at their little girls with them and tell them how cute, or how sexy they were, thinking to myself that none of them came close to Jenny. The night came that I broke down and contacted Horndad99 privately. We went into a private chatroom and I started down a road that would change my life and Jenny's forever. It was right after she started school, the end of the summer. She was in second grade. I spent a fortune on Horndad's kit. Half of me felt like I'd begun a waking nightmare and the other half went blundering forward, desperate. The CDs were the easy part. I gave them to her when she got home from school. Jenny was thrilled. A brand new walkman and CDs of her favorite boy bands. She had those headphones glued on from the moment she got them. I watched her dance around the family room, which was also my office; she was lipsynching passionately to a song I couldn't hear. She was irresistible. I was at my desk where I'd quickly closed the window on the computer showing pictures of Horndad's daughter. Usually I didn't look at anything like that until late at night when she was safely sleeping. Even so, there had been a couple of close calls when a sleepy-eyed girl showed up in the doorway in the middle of the night, wanting a glass of water or scared by a nightmare. I was so hopped up, though, when the stuff arrived, that I had to look at some picture files. My dick was like steel. I'd spent a good hour or more going through Horndad's photos of his daughter. My hardon was raging behind the shield of my desk as my baby danced around the room with her headphones on. If I hadn't already been turned on from looking at pictures, I would have boned up from just watching her dance; shaking her slim hips to the music only she could hear. Incredible to think that in a matter of hours I might be able to hold her and touch her the way I wanted to. Her school clothes made me hot. I'm not sure why I found the white blouse and plaid skirt so sexy, but I'm obviously not the only one. The image is everywhere in porn. You'd think that since those outfits have become sex cliches, that there'd be some change in how private schools dress little girls. On the other hand, it wouldn't matter what you put them in. It's not the clothes that are sexy, it's the girls. Whatever they wore would end up in strip shows and porn films. Her shirt was escaping and the short dark red tie was loose around her neck. Her knee socks were drooping down her pretty legs. The thought of putting my hand up her skirt sent a heat wave through my groin that almost made me groan out loud. I think that was the first time it ever occured to me that some of my urges were leftovers from when I was a kid, myself; stuff I'd wanted to do to the little girls in my classes at school. She opened her dark blue eyes and grinned at me. So happy with her present. "Come here, baby," I said, motioning her to me, and she came rushing; eager to thank me. "I love it, Daddy!" She didn't resist being swept onto my lap for a moment to hug me. The brief pressure of her warm little body in my arms and across my thighs made my cock go crazy. I wanted to keep holding her, run my hand between her lively legs. She was wiggling away much too soon. I wondered if she'd felt my hard-on pressed against her leg. I couldn't stand to think about what was in the white powder I was supposed to give her. I opened the vial, a day's dose, and sprinkled it over some ice cream. I felt like I was dreaming, and yet awake. I did it quickly, before I could change my mind. I smothered the whole scoop of ice cream with chocolate syrup, praying she wouldn't taste it, praying it would work. I didn't even think that it might hurt her. I trusted Horndad. God knows why, but I did. Maybe because I knew he was a guy like me. I knew it had worked for him. Sedatives played a part, that much he'd told me. He said there were hormones involved, but how, or what, exactly -- I didn't know. The truth is I didn't want to know. I just wanted it to work. Everything hinged on how susceptible she was to the conditioning. It boiled down to a kind of hypnosis. He had embedded the CDs with what he called training sequences. I'd know the first night, he told me. Once she got drowsy from the drugs, all I had to do was say the words, "daddy's girl," to her. Her key phrase. If the suggestions had taken, I'd know, he told me. She'd be horny and wanting me to touch her, wanting to touch me. Scared as I was of what I was doing, I was more or less hard for hours. Jenny listened to her CDs while she did her home assignments from school, and still had her headphones on during dinner. I knew the suggestions were designed to relax her, to ease her fear of expressing any subconscious sexual feelings she had for me. In my heart, I believed my little girl wanted me as badly as I wanted her. It made no sense to me that the person I loved most in the world, who used to love me to touch her, to kiss and cuddle her had stopped wanting it. I believed she would willingly choose to be as physically close me as she could if she thought it was permitted. I wanted and needed her. If I succeeded in getting my hands on her, no one could know. Just the thought of being found out made me weak. Not only would I be labeled a criminal, the worst kind of pervert -- I'd lose her. She'd end with her mother. Unbearable. Eileen hardly kept the minimum contact with Jenny after the divorce. Partly, it made her feel guilty to see her, and partly it was the life she was leading. It would be a disaster to condemn Jenny to life with a mother that didn't want her; the father who loved her behind bars. Both of our lives would be ruined. Horndad had told me the conditioning would make me safe from discovery. It was geared toward keeping her silent about what we did. "I use powerful prohibitions," he said. "But what works best is encouraging the girl to be protective of you, it works better than trying to scare her." According to him, Jenny would classify our "playtime" as special, even magical. The changes in her would be apparent only when she was alone with me. I was as nervous as I was aroused. I couldn't sit still. I left her alone, telling her I had some phone calls to make and went out to the kitchen where I pacedr. I forced myself to make a few calls, in case she came in and to distract myself from seconds passing in slow motion. How long would it take? I went to my bedroom to get out of my clothes. My cock was aching with a pent up load. It was stiff and red when I peeled off my jeans. I could feel my blood pulse in my dick. My palms were sweaty. I pulled on a pair of loose pajama pants and wrapped myself in a robe to hide my hard-on. I kept telling myself that nothing was going to happen; that I'd find Jenny watching TV, just like always. She'd beg me for one more show before bedtime and I'd beat off later, looking at another man's child on my computer screen. "Sweetheart," I said on my way into the room. "Ready to call it a night?" There was no answer. Heart racing, I walked slowly around the couch. My angel was on her back, head turned to the side on a pillow, watching TV with drowsy eyes. Her candy floss hair swirled around her face and shoulers. Jenny loved boy style pajamas with pants and a shirt -- even if they were pink like the ones she was wearing that night, dotted with scampering kittens. I'd figured out that what she liked was to trap the seam of the crotch between her legs. To masturbate, probably, or maybe it just felt good. When I did the wash, I could tell by the wrinkles in the thin cloth that it had been bunched up against her cunt, deep folds steamed into the fabric by the warmth and moisture; saturated with the scent of her little girl sex. She looked up. "Just a little more," she protested. I sat down by her feet and pet her leg. She'd done her little trick with the bunched fabric of the pajama bottoms in between her legs. She swung her knee open. I could see how the seam bisected the soft lips of her cunt. My dick started to drool; imagining the moist warmth. The moment of truth. "Who's Daddy's girl?" I asked her, the words sounded almost supernatural in my own ears. I practically held my breath once I'd said it out loud, my eyes scanning her for some sign. She looked at me, big dark blue eyes scanning my face, her breathing so deep I could see her chest rise and fall. So serious, so intense. Whether my brain clicked into slow motion or it really happened that way, I don't know, but it seemed like I spent a lifetime watching her bent knees rise and her thighs open as wide as she could spread them. "Do you love me, Daddy?" she asked me in a low whisper. Her angel face was full of what I can only describe as wanting; her hips rising subtly, pushing her groin up as she lifted her arms and put them behind her head. "More than anything in the world," I told her. I can't believe my hand wasn't shaking as I touched her hot little mound -- offered so completely; sweetly but provocatively. Her eyes drifted half shut but didn't leave my face as she took a deep breath lifted into my touch. My baby girl! I traced the contours of her cunt. I was thrilled and yet heavy as lead with the weight of the moment. Until I felt the dampness that had seeped from her little box. It unlocked me. I got down on my knees beside the couch and pressed my face into her warm crotch. I'd become so attached to the things she wore, my only way of touching her. To feel her inside the thin flannel I'd rubbed on my mouth in secret, that I'd wrapped around my dick, was incredible. By the time I took the bottoms off her, the crotch was soaked with my spit and her little girl stickiness. She was mine again. Not just the sweet little box with its downy lips, her belly, her chest, her thighs! All of her open to me. I rubbed her bare tummy and looked in her beautiful eyes. She looked slightly dazed and aroused, but she was staring at me as hungrily as I was looking at her. It slayed me. To think this was in her, suppressed by fear; to look at her daddy with all the yearning in her heart. "Baby," I told her, touching that face like silk, "Daddy loves you so much." My hand slid down, over her smooth chest, down that tender belly to her cunt and she moaned like I hadn't heard her since she was an infant. I was so close to losing it. I fisted my dick, and buried my face between her tensed legs. A little girl, not a baby, and yet still so small that my mouth covered her. Her pink bud, that she'd found so many ingenious ways to stimulate, rubbed my lips and tongue. She bumped up to my mouth, harder and harder. So good, but not enough! Like when she was a baby, at the end I was desperate to see and feel my cock touch her cunt. I didn't want to grab her or scare her but I needed it so bad that I got my knee up on the couch and was able to reach her with my dick. God, it looked huge and obscene on her innocent box, but so hot that I was dying. My little girl gasped, staring down between her legs at her daddy's big knob riding her pussy. She jerked her hips wildly, moaning and I knew she was cumming. My first spurt of seed soaked her, my cockhead slid down and lodged at her opening. I pumped my cock, rubbing into her softness in ecstasy, bathing her in her daddy's cum. It was heaven to slide on her sperm-soaked little pussy, to see it pink from rubbing and swollen with pleasure. My cock was barely soft before it twitched with a fresh rush of blood, filling again. She was so horny, her whole little body craving. "Daddy," she said, pulling her pj shirt up to her armpits to show me her excited baby tits. "I feel tickles here." Her pale pink nipples, smaller than dimes, had tiny hard beads of arousal. My fingers seemed too big and rough to handle such delicate skin. "Daddy's going to take care of all your tickles," I told her. I pinched one of the little buds gently and then the other; my cock bobbing on her pussy. My balls dragged on the upholstery of the couch cushion and my knee on the floor was aching but it felt so good to work my cock on her spermy cunt lips that it was hard to stop long enough to take her someplace I could reach more of her easily. Just one more time, I thought, thrusting through my fist which was wet with cum. My hand roamed her silky chest and up into the cups of her armpits. The blend of lust and innocence in her beautiful young face was the same look that had inflamed me when she was a baby. Her hips rocked in a motion that was ingrained in my memory from the many times I'd teased her to orgasm. She moaned and shook when it hit her and I lodged my knob at the entrance of her cunt to feel the contractions as she climaxed. I wanted in there so badly. My dick throbbing with need, I forced myself to back off. Somehow, I managed to pull away and get a grip on myself. I picked my baby up in my arms and carried her to the bathroom to wash her. She was glowing. With the counter cushioned by a thick bath towel, I laid my little girl down. Her eyes roamed from my face to my dick. "I love ..." she started to say, and then paused, her hand going to her mouth as her eyes stayed glued to my erection. "What do you love, baby?" I soaked a washcloth and soaped it. My dick was pulsing with need and I wanted to clean her cunt with my mouth, not a washcloth! But I was trying to slow things down, afraid of hurting her, of irritating her now very pink vagina. "Spread your legs, sweetheart so Daddy can wash you." She still hadn't answered but her sweet thighs opened, showing me her privates, shiny with my jizz. "I love my Daddy's cock," she said. "I want to kiss it." Incredible. Her little mound was moving against my hand. Her face was flushed, eyes dark and her lips open as she moved her hand away from her mouth, reaching for my aching dick. Oh God. "You can kiss it if you want to, baby," I told her. I moved closer, toward her head, my nuts climbing in eagerness. I couldn't control the hand between her legs, either to stop touching or stimulate her. She was doing the work of fucking her little cunt on my hand as her small fist closed around my thick meat and she guided my knob to her open lips. I gripped the base of my rod, to jack it and to keep from ramming it into that sweet hot little mouth. To see that angel face with my eight inches of gristle poking at it, was unreal. Her tongue was bliss, she licked at my piss slit and sucked. "Suck me," I heard myself groan. "Suck your daddy's cock, baby. That's good, so good." Goddamn. The wet washcloth had gotten lost somewhere under her backside and she was urgently pumping her pussy on my soapy hand. Between the clenching and pulse of her cumming and her hungry sucking mouth, I went blind with pleasure and shot my load. She squealed around my dick and kept sucking as the cum emptied from my balls in spasms. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+