2002-08-24 - 12:17 a.m.
Fantasy. Listen, the girl is me. She's as old as you want her to be in this story, but I'm imagining her as a teenager. I was very, very horny as a teenager. What a surprise...
She goes to find Daddy, downstairs in his rec room. Her eyes are puffy from crying. She stops short on the stairs when she sees he is not alone: five more men sit around the poker table, piles of cards on the table and tendrils of smoke wreathing the air. Daddy's friends. She bites her lip. She really needed her Daddy!From where she stands on the stairs, all of the men can see up her short little nightie to her white cotton panties. Bikini style, because she's not so little a girl anymore -- though she still dresses like one at night, and sleeps hugging her teddy bear. Her hair is pulled up into long silky pigtails.
"What is it, Baby?"
She shakes her head. "I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't know you were here with your friends. I just wanted to talk to you..." turning back up toward the door at the top of the stairs.
"Come down here, Baby. Daddy always has time for his little girl."
Reluctantly she goes down. Daddy draws her into his lap. She glances around at Daddy's friends. She knows them all: the family doctor is one, the postman, her Uncle Billy, and a few men from Daddy's job whose names are Jim and Ed. They all smile at her, fingering their handfuls of playing cards.
"Now what was it you wanted to talk about, Baby?"
She turns red and squirms on Daddy's knee. "I... it's something... *personal*, Daddy..."
"Baby. Tell Daddy. Now. Daddy's friends are like family. You can say anything to me."
"O... OK Daddy..." She knows what That Tone in Daddy's voice means. She is anxious to please, though so terribly embarrassed. She murmurs something too low for even herself to hear.
"What was that? Speak up, Baby." Even more of That Tone.
"I... I... when I go to bed and try to sleep..." Face burning. Deep breath. "And I hold my bear and... think about things... I feel... funny... Down There..."
"Down where, Baby?"
Mutely she points to her crotch. All of the men are avidly listening. One of them has turned down the radio.
"Show me where exactly, Baby. Doctor Johnson, you'd better have a look, this might be serious."
Over her feeble protests Daddy lifts her up to lie on the poker table, sweeping his pile of chips to one side. He pries her knees apart. "Hold still, Baby. Now show the doctor where it feels funny!"
Her hand slowly creeps down, stops shy of her panty covered crotch. "H-here..."
After a pause the doctor says, "To examine her properly... her panties..."
"Of course," says Daddy. And he pulls her white panties down. They are passed around the table for all to sniff, and a low moan seems to rise from the group.
"All right Baby. Since you won't show the doctor like a good girl..." Fingers stroke the inside crease of her thigh. "Is it here?"
"N-no..."
"Here?" Even further away down her thigh.
"Noo... that's not it Daddy.... it's you know.... Down There."
After another pause Daddy says, in a different tone, "Here, Baby...?" his big warm hand suddenly cupping her naked pussy. She cries out -- in surprise, and in shameful pleasure. "There... there Daddy."
Shocked. "Baby. Oh, you wicked girl." His fingers move and stroke her mound, diddle her sweet pink clit. She moans. "And this? This feels good, when I do this...? Answer me, Baby. Now!"
"Y-yes Daddy... it... it feels good there... feels funny like I have to pee... ooooh daddy...."
The doctor says, "I think it's serious..."
"Baby. Do you know what this means? It means you are a slut."
"What... Daddy...?"
"Do you know what a slut is?" Lightly he pinches the swollen bud between his index and middle fingers, and she cries out, back arching. Moisture glistens on her spread pink pussy. There are sounds of rustling as all the men get up... sounds of zippers.
"No, Daddy..."
"A slut is a dirty little girl who likes it when men touch her and use her. Is that what you think about when you lie with your bear, Baby? Do you imagine it's a cute boy you like?"
"I..."
"Answer me, Baby!"
"Yes, Daddy. I imagine... cute boys."
"Boy*s*! Oh, Baby. You wicked girl." His thumb teases a circle around her button now, withholding direct contact, and she whimpers and pushes up toward his hand.
"Yes. You're Daddy's little slut... aren't you baby."
"Yes... yes Daddy."
Daddy climbs onto the poker table, and his pants are down and his cock is sticking straight out. He rubs it against her dripping twat for a minute, then sinks it into her vagina. She is tight, crushingly tight. But she has no hymen. That was torn when she learned to ride horseback several years ago. It is quite healed, but though she was a virgin till just this moment, she had no cherry to prove it.
"Oh, you slut... my Baby... my Baby slut..." He pumps her moist hole with his meat, grunting and straining. She glimpses the men around them, sees that they all have their pants down are off, all are touching themselves, all are hard and leering.
Daddy shudders and holds still, and then a pulsing and warm wet feeling fills her Down There. She is gasping, mewing, still stimulated and not yet fulfilled.
He pulls out and looks down at her. "Slut. You didn't even save it for Daddy."
Then he moves aside so that the doctor can have a turn.
The doctor's hands are cold. They tease her nipples hard, weigh her small breasts, palpate her shivering belly. Then they are exploring her now VERY wet pink parts.
Now more of the men climb up on the big sturdy table, surrounding her, touching her. The doctor touches that little nub again and again, rubbing, circling, till her toes are twitching, and her hips push up at him for MORE, MORE... gasping... then she shrieks and convulses in orgasm.
"In front of all these men," Daddy's voice reaches her ears. "Shameful slut."
But he sounds happy.
The doctor pushes his cock into her still-twitching hole and pounds in and out smoothly. She moans and writhes, a smile on her face. Something brushes her lips, then bumps harder. Hot and velvety. She opens her eyes. It's Uncle Billy's cock.
"Suck it, slut," says Uncle Billy. "Suck it good." She accepts it into her mouth.
The postman pinches her nipples. "Yeah. Gonna fuck your little pink cunt over and over."
"Hurry," Ed groans. "Come on, man..." His cock is huge and near to bursting.
The doctor blows his load inside the girl and pulls out. Creamy globs dribble from her slit. He's barely out when Ed fumbles forward and rams it in, pumping in a frenzy, almost hollering. "ohyeahohyeahfuckholefuckhole!!!!"
Uncle Billy is moaning, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into his niece's mouth. Ed screams, his whole body shuddering as his monster cock blasts jets of cum into the already flooded hole.
Uncle Billy groans, and shoves harder into her throat, and then bitter fluid is gagging her. He backs out and lets most of it spurt over her face and hair.
Once Ed has been dragged off her, the postman complains, "Hey, now she's all stretched out..." fingering her loosened twat.
"Turn her over then," says Daddy. "Here, use this for lube." She never sees what it is, but once she's turned over, butt in the air, a greasy cock is rubbing at her anus! She squeals, but Daddy reaches down and diddles her clit gently. "Relax, Baby. You'l like this too. Real sluts do."
She wants to prove she's NOT a real slut, she DID save it for Daddy! She WON'T enjoy this dirty thing! But she starts to moan... as she relaxes a little... it feels dirty, pushing in there... but Daddy is rubbing her Down There and... her pussy hole is sore and...
Jim gets in front of her, his stiff cock bobbing, and she's barely begun to lick it when it goes off in her face, squirting thick white strings all over her tongue.
"Relax, Baby. Now."
The postman pushes in, burying his cock (much, much smaller than Ed's) into her other unprotected virgin hole. She cries out in pain, but Daddy keeps rubbing and saying "Relax" and in a few minutes... she is shoving back for more as he pistons his penis in and out of her butthole. Using her. And she loves it.
"Sweet slut," Daddy says, and now he sounds proud. "Daddy's girl."