Message-ID: <43717asstr$1059739803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Simple Man" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 22:19:12 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} "A Child's Dreams" (Mg, cons, incest) Chapter 2 Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2003 08:10:03 -0400 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, IceAltar WARNING - Like all Simple Man stories, this story contains sexual activity between a child and an adult. It is complete fiction. If you are reading this warning and find the subject matter offensive, then please stop and ignore my stories in the future. SM Once inside the house, Daddy knelt on the floor and held me at arms length, eyeing me up and down. He must have liked what he saw, because his white teeth made quite a contrast to his coal black face as he smiled. Without any warning, I felt his hands up under my dress where he grabbed hold of my butt cheeks and squeezed them. He pulled me to him, his face pressed tightly against my chest. I tussled his hair with my fingers, letting him know that I liked it, and be still my heart, was he going to make love to me tonight? I didn't know if I was ready for that yet, but I suppose I was, because I didn't object when he came right out and asked me. Tonight's bath was quite a bit different from all the others. He smiled and teased me as if I were a woman. I had cared for this man ever since my mother got sick, and in all that time he had never been with a woman at night. Tonight that would change, and if I had anything to say about it, Lord, thank you. The lye soap was far stronger than what I washed him with, and he would not let me bathe him tonight, so I just stood there useless. I don't know, maybe it was Mother Nature, but I decided to take off my dress and pull down my panties, letting my Daddy see me for what I was. The water in the tub splashed as I watched his erection climb right out of the black water. He looked surprised; I was pleased that my little girl body could make a man like him excited. Well, it turns out that excited was not the word to use, cause he was downright horny. He stood up, sporting that flagpole and I handed him the bucket of warm clean water to rinse himself off with. Climbing out of the tub, he dried off, never taking his eyes from me. The look in his eyes made me feel like I was barefoot and pregnant, gosh, a girl can always hope! Then it happened, scooped up like I was an infant into his powerful arms, he carried me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. For the first time in my life I layed back on a real bed, only this time I was being loved by my Daddy. His body loomed over mine, his appendage ready to take my virgin body, forcing me open with that mighty phallus, but instead he rested on his knees and reached for the mystery gift under the pillow my head layed on. Here, he said, this is for you, my sweetheart. I was flabbergasted, ME, I offered. Go ahead, open it he breathed. I undid the ribbon carefully as I wanted to save it as well as the pretty wrapping paper, pretty things were a treasure in this town. With the wrapping paper off, it was? A tobacco tin? Daddy was as eager as a child waiting for me to open the tin. I took a deep breath, since this was the first gift I could remember getting, and opened the tin. There was a hand written note inside, all folded up, neat as could be, but under that note was my mother's wedding rings, I nearly fainted. I opened the note and read. "Penny, I don't really know how to say this, so I'm gonna say it the way I feel. These rings were your mother's, but now I give them to you. I ask that you forgive me for what I am about to say. Penny, I love you. Certainly you are my daughter, but to me you are much more, the light in my dark life. I have needs that I am not willing to give to another woman, I want only you. I hope you can understand. If only these rings could make you my wife. Penny, I love you." I was already in tears, it was so beautiful, he loved me and he was asking for me to love him. He had put his feelings into words and had written them down; this was the truth of the man and right then, damn if I did not want to be his wife. My fingers were too small for the rings, I was only a little girl yet, but the meaning of the gift was meant for me, now! He took me gently and very slowly, letting me bleed for him, it seem like an awful lot of blood, but he let it flow over his manhood and soon the pain subsided. My first time being filled was a mixture of pain and fantastic pleasure, right up to and including the hot flood of his sperm, well up into my womb. It all happened pretty fast and yet my body managed to create an orgasm that took over my body until he softened and withdrew from me. He layed down next to me on the bed caressing my body as if it was, well, his wife's. I looked down at the blood, my childhood slipped away. I was his now, all of me, and I loved him more than I had words to tell. 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