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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 1) [Asian, M/g, Incest, First Time, Consent, MM/g, First Time, Forced]
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Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 03:10:01 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/

Chapter 1: The Picnic Table

Mike Lo stepped out of his bedroom closet, screwdriver
in hand, forehead bristling with sweat. The shelves
were back up in the wall, like they belonged. It
seemed like once every year they all came tumbling
down, spilling the clothes and dozens of long
forgotten boxes out onto the closet floor. Naturally
this would have to happen on the hottest day of the
year, which meant long hours of manual labor in the
barely air conditioned closet. This was not the way he
envisioned spending his Saturday afternoon. 

He tossed the screwdriver into the plain brown shoe
box that served as a makeshift tool box and sat down
on the edge of the bed. With the back of his hand he
wiped the sweat from his forehead and then glanced at
the clock on the bed side table. The clock proclaimed
2:17 in neon red letters designed to burn the numbers
into the back of the skull of the bleariest eyed
sleeper. 

With a fair bit of reluctance, he pulled himself up
from the bed. Sarah, his wife, should be back from her
shopping soon. Better to make sure everything else was
in order before he granted himself a few minutes to
relax. With heavy feet he carried himself into the
bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. 

He had promised Sarah that he'd get the closet fixed
before she got back home. If the rest of the house
looked like it was in order, then she'd probably be
grateful enough to let him have some peace and quiet
tonight and tomorrow. Hell, throw in a couple of puppy
dog eyes and groans about how long the closet took and
he might just be able to milk this until next weekend.


Sarah wasn't a demanding woman, but when she decided
that something had to be done, she threw herself whole
heartedly at it. If that didn't work, she threw him at
it instead; they made a pretty good team, so between
them they were usually able to handle just about
anything. 

Still, that didn't get his Saturday afternoon back for
him. He rolled his eyes as he let out an exhausted
sigh, glancing at the closet once more. It wasn't a
bad piece of work he thought, but presentation was
everything. Taking a couple of minutes to look around
the house and make sure everything was in order would
probably be the difference between getting a nap
tomorrow afternoon or being asked to mow the front
lawn. 

Mike wiped the cold water from his face and took a
deep breath. "Angela?" He called out as he walked over
to the bedroom door. 

He waited a moment, but he heard no answer from his
eight year old daughter. "Angela?" He repeated,
slightly louder. Still nothing came in reply. She must
not be in the house, he thought, and then he
remembered that she said something to him while he was
in the closet. What did she say she was doing? 

The backyard he remembered. That's right; she was
going out in the backyard. He felt a slight wave of
relief flow through his body now. If there was any way
to put his wife directly into a bad mood when she got
home it would be greeting her with the news that he
had no idea where their daughter had gotten off to. 

He walked to the large window that looked out over the
backyard and moved the shades to the side to take a
look. The sun was blisteringly bright, causing him to
squint painfully as his eyes adjusted to the daylight.


Sure enough, Angela was lying down on the picnic
table, staring at the clouds above. He felt the final
wave of relief slip out of his body as he exhaled the
breath he had been unconsciously holding in. It was
all well and good to joke about what his wife would
say if he `lost' their daughter, but he was honestly
anxious about her well-being. 

The bedroom window was located two floors above the
backyard, making it slightly hard to make out all the
details below. But Angela lying on the picnic table
wasn't all that an odd occurrence. The third grader
seems to spend all of her daydreaming time while lying
on the table. 

He was just about to turn away from the window when
something new caught his eye. James, the neighbor boy,
stood up from behind the other side of the picnic
table. A year or two older than Angela, they still
seemed to get a long, most of the time. The older boy
loomed over the table, but Angela didn't move. Almost
like she was asleep. 

In the back of his mind, something about this scene
just didn't seem right to Mike. The only thing that
kept him from opening the window right then and there
was the idea that he was over-reacting. After all,
this was probably nothing but a prank. James was
probably just sneaking up on her to scare her. 

Mike continued to watch as James' hand landed lightly
on Angela's t-shirt covered stomach. Unexpectedly to
Mike, Angela didn't stir in the slightest at the
touch. Okay, so it's not a prank. It's probably just a
game of some sort. Mike watched like a hawk as James'
hand moved left and right on Angela's belly. James
also seemed to be saying something to her, but between
the distance and the closed window, Mike couldn't hear
any of it. 

Mike's eyes went wide when James hand moved down
slightly and his fingers dipped underneath the hem of
her shirt. Mike's own hands reached for the window to
open it, but the window didn't budge. Mike's hands
didn't have much time to fuss with the window though;
they stopped moving when his jaw dropped open. 

James' hand had finished underneath Angela's shirt,
but he wasn't quite done with her. His fingers had
taken hold of the hem of her shirt and started to move
it up her body. Uncovering her pale belly as Angela
sat up slightly. A second more and James had moved the
eight year old's shirt up to her shoulders, uncovering
her chest completely to the afternoon sun. 

On the outside, Mike's body was as still as death
while he stared down at the scene in the backyard. The
only perceptible movement coming from him was the way
his hands twitched uncontrollably and the quick
blinking of his eyes. On the inside, however, Mike's
body was a torrent of mixed emotions and conflicting
thoughts. He had stopped breathing and he could feel
his lungs burning for air. His heart was pounding in
his throat. His mind was racing, trying to decide what
he should do. What was the best way to deal with this?


Even more confusing to him was the way his body was
reacting. He could feel the erection growing in his
pants, painfully straining against his jeans. Half of
his mind cursed it's disapproval at him, while the
other half of his mind couldn't believe how beautiful
his daughter was. 

"Why are you having this reaction? It was wrong. For
God's sake, this is your own daughter you're looking
at!" His enraged mind screamed. "Oh my god. She's
beautiful. When did this happen? Why didn't I notice?'
His aroused mind replied, unphased by it's other half.


James' hands moved now, feeling around the center of
Angela's chest. Still Angela didn't move. James' hands
then moved to touch both of her tiny, golf ball sized
breasts. Mike thought he saw Angela's body shiver
slightly as James' fingertips grazed over her tiny,
pink nipples. Then, suddenly, Angela coughed. The
movement jarred Mike out of his shock, causing him to
gasp for air to stop the burning in his chest. He
wasn't sure what to do, but he decided that he had to
do something. 

Angela hadn't felt anything like this before, each
time James' fingers moved it felt like butterflies
were flying around in her tummy. She knew it was
silly, but she held her mouth closed tight, imagining
that if she opened her mouth, they'd all fly away. The
spot between her legs felt warm and her head was a bit
dizzy. She felt like she wanted to go to sleep. Or
pee. She couldn't tell which. 

Playing doctor was entirely her idea, but she wanted
to be the doctor first. But James wouldn't play unless
he got to be doctor first. Now she was beginning to
think that maybe being the patient was a lot more fun.
She smirked to herself, if James knew he'd probably be
all jealous. Still, mommy told her that boys had
different things than she had, and she wanted to see
James thing. Playing doctor seemed like the easiest
way to get a good look at his thing. 

"Okay, now cough." She heard James say, distracting
her from the sensations coursing through her body. She
opened her mouth, imagining a flurry of multi-colored
butterflies flowing from her lips as she let a small
cough out. 

"Good." She heard James reply, sounding satisfied.
"Now I'm going to feel down here." James said his
hands moving off of her chest. One of his hands
returning to her belly and then slipping lower, his
fingertips sliding underneath the waistband of her
shorts. 

Angela opened her eyes slightly and nodding, "Yes
doctor." She closed her eyes again and held her
breath. With every little bit that James' hand moved
down, she felt the butterflies go more and more crazy.
At first it felt like they were having a party in her
tummy and that it couldn't get any better. But with
every inch, it just got better. 

James' fingers were moving over her panties now. She
could feel them moving between her legs. The
butterflies seemed to calm down now, but she felt warm
inside, very warm. She wanted to giggle, but she
couldn't. She didn't feel any air in her lungs to
giggle with. 

"Angela?" She heard her dad call, opening her eyes
with a start and sitting up quickly. All the feelings
went away, replaced by a feeling of uncontrollable
terror. "Ohmigod, dadisgoingtokillme!" was the only
thought running through her head. She didn't even
notice James pull his hand from her shorts. Nor did
she notice when he scrambled away as quick as he
could, running out of the backyard like it was
engulfed in flames. 

"Angela?" Her father called again. Her eyes darted to
the back of the house, but she didn't see him. If he
didn't see, then maybe she wasn't dead. 

Just then the backdoor opened up, dad stepping into
view. "Angela? Come on inside. I have some chores I
need you to do." 

Angela's heart started beating again, slowly. "Dad
wasn't mad. He didn't see. I'm not dead." She
whispered to herself, hearing herself say it was like
a reassurance that it was true. 

"Oh. Um. Okay dad." Angela started to reply, moving to
get off the picnic table. "I'm coming right now." 

Mike watched from the doorway as Angela scrambled off
of the table. He felt both relieved and incredibly
aroused. He had made it downstairs just in time to see
James with his hand buried down his daughter's shorts.
He knew he had to do something, but he still wasn't
sure. He didn't want to yell at her. And he didn't
want to embarrass her. He certainly didn't want to
traumatize her. 

So he decided to announce himself first. Then open the
back door to end the picnic table exploration. Still
he almost had second thoughts when he looked outside
and saw his young daughter again. That boy with his
hand down her shorts, Mike imagined what the boy felt.
Then he imagined how his little daughter must be
feeling. Now his shaft felt harder than he could ever
remember it feeling, hard enough to drive nails he
thought. 

He held the door open as Angela moved across the
backyard towards the house. She still moved a bit
sheepishly. Embarrassment or arousal? He couldn't
tell, but he did know that it only made him feel more
excited. 

"What do you want me to do?" Angela asked, glancing at
her father's face for just a split second as she came
through the doorway. 

Mike smiled, trying not to look angry. More
importantly, trying to hide the feelings he felt
building up and bouncing around inside his body. "I
got the shelves all back up. But I need help putting
the clothes back up before your mom gets home." 

"Okay." Angela replied, nodding, not offering the
slightest excuse or attempt to get out of it. She
immediately headed towards the stairs. 

Mike closed the back door and locked it before he
followed his daughter up the stairs. He felt his eyes
uncontrollably drawn to her small bottom as she
walked. He couldn't help but wonder what it looked
like. What it felt like. How it would feel in his
hands. He shook his head slightly, pulling his eyes
away and tossing the thoughts to the side. 

"Get a grip. Calm down." He said to himself. 

"What?" Angela asked, stopping at the top of the
stairs and looking down at him. 

"Oh." Mike replied, momentarily distracted. "Nothing.
I was just talking to myself." 

Angela just shrugged and then walked into her mom and
dad's bedroom. Mike following closely behind. "Um.
Dad? You already put all the clothes back away."
Angela said, looking at him with a confused look. 

Dad glanced at the closet; it looked as immaculate as
it did before the shelves all came down. He paused and
scratched his head, trying to think of something to
say. "I must have forgotten that I did that." He
finally managed to stammer out, glancing at Angela
with a smile. 

Angela was still confused though. Forgetting wasn't
something dad admitted to often. 

"Angela?" Dad suddenly said, looking at her with a
slightly different look in his eyes. "I saw what you
were doing in the backyard." 

Angela's eyes went wide. Fear gripped her entire body.
Her face flushed with embarrassment. She wanted to
run, but there was no where to go. 

"It's okay, honey." Dad said, quickly now. Obviously
spotting the reaction she was having. "I'm not mad." 

Angela continued to stare at her father. It took a few
long seconds for the words to sink in. He really
wasn't mad, she could tell. 

"Sit down." He said, moving his hand towards the side
of the bed. He didn't point, he just sort of gestured
to her. His voice didn't sound much like an order,
more like a request. She nodded again, swallowing
hard. The fear was gone, but the embarrassment was
still there. Along with a good portion of nervousness.
She moved the couple of feet to the side of the bed
and sat down, her feet barely touching the ground. 

"Honey, I'm not mad." Dad repeated again, moving to
stand a few feet in front of her. "But we should talk
about what you were doing out there." His voice was
slow and gentle, she couldn't tell, but he was just as
nervous about this conversation as she was. 

Angela nodded slowly, "Are... are you going to tell
mom?" She asked. Just because dad wasn't mad, that
didn't mean mom would be the same. 

"Well, let's see what happens okay?" Dad replied,
offering her a smile. Not wanting to promise his
daughter something that he might not be able to follow
through with. 

Angela nodding again, not saying anything. She felt
somewhat reassured, but not completely. 

Dad took a moment's pause, to gather his thoughts.
"What were you doing out there?" 

"Playing doctor." Angela replied, looking down at the
white and grey carpet. It wasn't very interesting to
look at, but she couldn't really look at him. 

"I see." Dad said, nodding slowly. "Did James want you
to do that?" 

She glanced up at him and shook her head no quickly,
instinctively fearing that he'd get mad and go after
her friend. "It was my idea. He didn't want to play at
first." 

"Oh." Dad tried to keep his thoughts in order. Moving
from one question to the next, without planning what
to say. "Why did you want to play doctor?" 

"Because..." Angela murmured, her big toe stretching to
touch the carpet. "...mom told me boys' things looked
different." Her voice began to pick up speed, as the
thoughts tumbled out of her mind and directly onto her
tongue. "And I wanted to see what it looked like. But
he wanted to go first. And now he's seen mine. And I
didn't get to see his. And-" 

"Honey, calm down." Dad said, stepping closer to put
his hand on her shoulder and squeeze gently. He saw
the tears starting to well up in her eyes. "It's okay.
Just take a deep breath for me, okay?" 

Angela glanced up at her father again, seeing his
understanding smile, she nodded. She took a long, deep
breath. Closing her eyes for a moment. And then opened
them as she let the air out. Her father was still
looking at her and still smiling. 

"There. Feel better?" He asked his smile in place even
while he talked. 

For the first time the whole conversation, she smiled
at him. It wasn't a full smile, sort of a half smile,
tinged with hints of nervousness. He couldn't help but
see just how much more beautiful that made her. Eight
years old, barely four and a half feet tall. Probably
no more than sixty pounds, soaking wet. Her dark brown
almond eyes looked up at him, the corners still wet
from what would have been her tears. Her hair was long
and straight, and as dark as the night. Just like her
mother's was when he first saw her. 

"So you're upset because he got to see your..." He
paused for a second, trying to find the right word.
"...thing, but you didn't get to see his?" 

Angela nodded again, not wanting to open her mouth.
She worried that if she did, she'd just start bawling
like a baby. 

"Honey. I'll make a deal with you." He said, trying to
keep his concern for his daughter in balance with the
feelings he felt burning inside himself. "From now on,
no playing doctor with any boys. And if you have any
questions about things like this, you come ask me,
okay?" 

Angela nodding again, "Yes, dad." She mewled in reply.
Her lips barely opening to let the words out. 

"Good." He replied, smiling a bit more and giving her
shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "And right now I'll let
you see my thing." 

She looked at him in surprise, not having expected
those words. In fact, Mike could hardly believe he had
said them to her. He half expected her to run
screaming from the room. Or the police to come
immediately banging on his front door. But none of
that happened. Nothing happened. She just stared at
him and he just stared back at her. 

"Really?" She finally asked her voice soft and
nervous. 

He took a deep breath of his own and while nodding he
repeated, "Really." 

"I promise I won't do that again, dad." Angela quickly
replied, excited by this new idea. 

"Good." He said with a smile. He couldn't believe he
was about to do this, but just the thought of doing it
enflamed his very core. He repeated the thoughts back
to himself. He was about to show his little daughter
all of him. He was about to be the first man she'd
ever seen naked. He wanted to do this, more than
anything before in his life, he wanted to do this. 

Angela smiled with anticipation when her dad squeezed
her shoulder one last time. She continued watching,
without even a single blink as his hands went to his
waist, gripping the bottom hem of his plain white
t-shirt and starting to lift it up. 

The shirt came away from him easily, the skin
underneath pale and mostly hairless. As the shirt went
up over his head, she could see his bare chest. Just
the slightest bit of dark hair ran down the center of
his chest, it looked soft and thin. On either side of
his chest were his nipples. She noticed that they were
bigger and darker then hers and just looked different.


With the shirt completely off, he dropped it on the
foot of the bed. Looking at her and smiling again.
Double checking that she hadn't changed her mind. It
took just one look for him to be sure; her eyes were
locked on him. Her feet swinging freely, spending her
nervous energy. 

He stepped out of his sneakers, nudging them
underneath the bed with his feet. His hands returning
to his hips again. This time reaching for the buttons
of his jeans. Her eyes dropped to where his hands
were, watching eagerly as each button came free. 

He lowered his jeans, his plaid boxers coming into
view. The front of them tented obscenely out towards
his daughter. His shaft was just as hard as before, if
not harder, if that was possible. 

Stepping out of his jeans, he dropped them on the
floor, nudging them under the bed with his foot as
well. His hands went back to his hips, holding the
waistband of his boxers. 

"Are you ready?" He asked, his eyes studying his
daughter's face. 

Angela swallowed again, her eyes tearing away from her
dad's boxers. She looked up at him with a broad,
nervous smile, but managed to nod. "Yes dad." 

"Okay. Here we go." He said, returning her smile. "I
hope you like it... me... well, you know." 

He took another deep breath and then lowered his
boxers, letting them drop to the floor. His thin, six
inch shaft came into view. The tip a deep, dark,
enflamed red, the shaft bobbing up and down with every
beat of his heart. At its base, a small patch of dark
hair, just as whispy and soft looking as the hair on
his chest. Hanging just below it, almost hidden, were
his balls. Large and dangling, like over ripe fruit
waiting to be picked. 

Angela just stared at it, gasping as it came in view.
It was nothing like she imagined it would be. 

Mike stood there, completely naked, in front of his
eight year old daughter. He felt like he was on
exhibition. He remembered what it felt like in high
school. Being under scrutiny by a girl. She was just
his daughter, yet he felt incredibly terrified of her
reaction. 

"Dad..." Angela replied slowly, his mind hung on her
every word. "...mom told me that they get big when a boy
likes a girl." She glanced up at his face, "Does that
mean you like me?" 

Mike couldn't help but laugh. It was a soft and
nervous laugh. "Of course I like you, honey. I love
you." His smile went almost from ear to ear now/. 

Angela smiled in reply. Blushing a bit at his mention
of the L word. Then looked back to his shaft, which
seemed to be reaching towards her. "I love you too,
dad." 

Mike's smile became even wider at those words, as he
sat down on the bed next to his daughter. He made sure
to keep a respectable distance between them though. A
foot and a half at least. Even after sitting down,
Angela's eyes followed his bobbing shaft. 

"So, now you've seen what a boy's thing looks like."
He said, feeling both relieved but still incredibly
excited. "Do you feel better now?" 

Angela nodded her reply, "Yes dad." 

"And no more letting the neighborhood boys touch you?"
He asked, wanting reassurance that today's episode
wouldn't repeat. 

Angela nodded again, "Daaaaaaaad." She whined, her
eyes looking at his chest again. "I already promised I
wouldn't." 

"Okay." He replied, smiling again, but not quite as
wide as before. "And honey, it's not a thing. It has a
bunch of names. Dick. Cock. Things like that. But
maybe you should just call it a penis." 

Angela nodded, mentally repeating the words to
herself. "Dad?" 

"Yes, honey?" 

"Um." Angela bit her lip for a second, mustering up
the courage to speak. "Can I... uh... touch it?" 

Mike glanced at his daughter, somewhat surprised. Deep
down inside he knew he should say no, that this had
already gone too far. But that same argument worked
against his logical mind. If they had already gone too
far, then what's another little bit? 

"Touch what, honey?" He asked, smiling at her still. 

"Touch your..." The word `thing' was on the tip of her
tongue before she pulled it back in and swallowed it.
"Touch your...cock, dad." 

Mike's shaft twitched when he heard that word come out
of his pretty little daughter's lips. He replied the
word in his head a few times before he answered. "I
don't know honey." 

A disappointed look glanced across her face as the
words left his lips. "I'll tell you what. You can
touch my cock... but only if you take off your clothes
first too, okay?" 

It wasn't going to take much convincing to get Angela
to agree, but Mike went on anyway. 

"After all, if you get to touch me. It's only fair
that I get to touch you too, right?" He asked, trying
to keep the tone of his voice level. As it was, he
felt like his voice was going to crack and break at
any second. 

"That's fair." Angela replied, smiling as she hopped
up, off of the bed. Her hands were on her clothes even
before her feet touched the ground. To Mike she looked
like a cartoon where the Tasmanian Devil was trying to
escape a cage. 

While standing in front of her father, Angela's hands
pushed down her shorts, taking her panties right along
with them. A half a second later and both the shorts
and the panties were on the floor, around her feet. 

Mike's eyes scanned up from her toes, taking in every
detail of every inch of his young daughter. Time
seemed to stop around him as he looked at her. It was
all there in front of him. The birth mark on her knee.
The scar on her left calf from when she fell out of
the tree in the backyard two years ago. All of it. 

His eyes reached just above her knees and then
wouldn't seem to budge. He wanted to see higher,
badly, oh so badly. But he almost felt like he
couldn't handle it. It wasn't guilt, he just feared
for his own sanity. That he would take one look
between her legs and just loose his mind. 

Still, his eyes drifted higher. Moving faster now. And
there it was. The bare crease between her legs. Soft,
white, plump. How could what looked like no more than
a fold in her flesh entice him so? It just didn't make
any sense to him. 

Then her hands came down again, grasping the edges of
her shirt and raising it up. His eyes followed the hem
as it rose. Once again taking in every inch,
cataloging every feature, burning the images into his
mind. 

Only when her tiny breasts came into view did his eyes
stop their upward journey. The pale lumps of flesh, no
bigger than a golf ball, crowned with tiny pink
nipples. So small and pale that you'd almost miss
them. 

Angela looked at her dad as she dropped her t-shirt on
the floor. She saw the effect she was having on him,
even if she didn't understand it. She saw the way his
shaft seemed to tremble and shake violently. She
noticed the little bead of liquid right at its tip. 

She hopped closer, moving bound back on the bed, but
Mike stopped her. "Angela?" he asked, before she got
on the bed. "Turn around for daddy? Slowly?" He asked,
almost pleading. 

Angela nodded and twirled in space in front of him.
Mike's eyes drinking in the vision in front of him.
His heart pounded like it wanted to burst out of his
chest. He looked at her butt, small, round, pale, with
little dimples on either side of it. He had to catch
his breath to keep from passing out. 

"Angela, honey..." Her dad moaned, he felt almost
physical pain at seeing her like this. "...you're so
beautiful. Daddy didn't know...how beautiful you've
gotten." 

Angela giggled, hopping back onto the bed and sitting
back down, this time right next to him. "So, can I
touch it now?" She asked, looking at his shaft
eagerly. 

Mike swallowed and nodding, "Yes. You can." 

Angela smiled broadly as she reached her small hand
out for her dad's shaft. Mike had to stifle a moan as
her little fingers touched the tip. One finger
reaching to touch the bead of pre-cum that had
accumulated. Her fingers swirling around the head
slowly, made slick by the pre-cum. 

Mike rested a hand on her shoulder, half to reassure
her and half to keep himself from falling backwards. 

"Dad... Your cock... It's leaking..." She said a hint of
concern in her voice. She looked at his face and saw
the grimace of pleasure that he wore. "Does it hurt?" 

"No, no, honey." Mike managed to stammer out. "It's
okay. That's called cum. It's what...men make." 

"Oh." Angela replied, looking at her fingers and the
gooey stuff on them. Then looking back to her father's
shaft. "More is coming out." 

Pre-cum had started to leak out of his shaft with more
regularity now. Dribbling out in a small flow, running
over his tip and down his shaft in very slow streaks. 

"That's what happens, honey." Mike said, reassuring
his daughter. "Go ahead and taste it for daddy. Tell
me what it takes like." 

Angela looks at her fingertips in a new light now. The
thought of eating this liquid hadn't even occurred to
her. "Taste it?" She asked, glancing at her dad again.


He nodded, squeezing her shoulder again. His mind
unable to form any words as he watched his daughter
play with his cum in her hands. She glanced at him
once more before bringing one of her fingers up to her
lips and licking it. Just watching this almost made
Mike cum right there, but he was able to control
himself. A small gasp escaped him before being
strangled off by a moan. 

Angela wrinkled her nose slightly at the taste. "It's
kind of salty." She said, smacking her tongue in her
mouth to get rid of the taste. 

"Umhmm..." Mike moaned in reply, barely able to remain
calm. He let his hand drift off of his daughter's
shoulder and ran his fingers tips lightly down her
spine, causing her to giggle, pulling away from his
touch slightly. 

"Daddy!" She shouted through her giggles, "That
tickles." 

She reached her hand down to his shaft again, this
time wrapping her small fingers around its thickness
and squeezing. Mike's hand trembled as it slipped
under her butt, cupping one of her cheeks in his palm
and squeezing just the same as she was doing to him. 

The shaft in her hand felt hard and hot, but it was
still smooth, like mom's special red dress. The tip
looked just like a mushroom, just not white like one.
Each time she squeezed it, the mushroom seemed to
grow. And when she let go the mushroom shrank a bit.
She could feel the whole thing shake in her hand,
twitching slightly each time dad breathed. Then she
noticed that when she squeezed it, dad's whole body
seemed to shake, and dad gasped for air. 

"Honey..." He moaned. "That feels so good." 

Her butt in his hand was cool and smooth. It looked
like a snowball in his hand. Pure, white, unblemished.
She didn't seem to mind him touching her either, so he
knew he had to touch more of her. He had held back so
far, but he didn't think he could anymore, even if he
wanted to. 

"Daddy is going to touch you some more, okay honey?"
He asked, even as his hand slipped out from under her
butt and started to move over her hip. 

Angela nodded, still enraptured by her father's shaft
and the way more cum seemed to ooze out of it every
time she squeezed. Mike's hand traveled around her hip
and rested for a moment on her belly. He wasn't sure
what he wanted to touch first, but then his hand
started to drift lower. 

"Your thing," He said in a ragged voice. "We have
other names for it too. Like pussy and cunt and slit.
Can you say that for daddy?" 

Angela squeezed her father's shaft again, pre-cum
bubbling up out of the tiny hole at its tip. "It's not
my thingy, it's my cunt." She giggled at him. 

"Good." Mike said, thrilled with his young daughter.
"And now daddy is going to touch your cunt." 

"Daddy is going to touch my cunt now." Angela replied
with a broad smile. With her father's hand on her
belly she could feel the butterflies returning to her
stomach. They felt better than they did when James was
touching her. James' hands seemed to move quick,
poking, prodding, grabbing. Dad's hands were much
slower, much gentler. And that just seemed to make the
butterflies even happier. 

Mike's hand moved down between his daughter's legs,
cupping her lightly between his fingers. She was warm
and soft. He couldn't believe how smooth she felt. He
started to rub his fingers slowly, tentatively
exploring her plump folds. Feeling her getting wet in
his hand as her lips got looser. 

Angela didn't know what to do now. She felt dizzy and
wet between her legs. She felt like she couldn't
breathe. The butterflies felt like they were bowling
in her belly. That's what mommy said thunder was.
Butterflies bowling in the clouds and that's all she
could think of right now. She still felt her father's
shaft pulsing in her hand, but she couldn't really
concentrate on it anymore. Her legs were shaking
uncontrollably beneath her. 

Mike's fingers continued to move over his daughter's
pre-teen opening. His eyes were captivated both by the
way her lips moved over his fingers and the way her
face was reacting to all of this. He was sure he had
never seen something so erotic in his life. 

Mike moved one finger to each side of her opening;
pressing lightly and making her lips spread open. He
then started to move his middle finger up and down
against the newly revealed pink skin. Angela reaction
to this was immediate, gasping out loud, her hips
shaking violently from the waves of pleasure his
fingers were sending through her body. Unable to keep
herself sitting up, she fell back on the bed, laying
on it with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. 

"Honey?" A wave of concern passed into Mike, yet his
finger continued to drag up and down her center. "Do
you want me to stop?" 

Angela didn't reply at first. She didn't even really
hear her father's words. No, right now all she could
think about were the butterflies bowling in her
stomach. Along with the teddy bears that seemed to be
having a picnic nearby. It was only after he asked a
second time, maybe even a third time, that she managed
to stammer out a reply. 

"No... dad...." Her voice was a breathless moan. "Don't...
stop...." 

Mike looked over his reclining daughter and was struck
by her beauty. The way her hips were shaking. The rise
and fall of her chest as she fought to breathe. Her
face, screwed up with pleasure. Her eyes, glazed over
and staring at the ceiling. His eyes fell lower again,
watching the way his finger was slipping between her
lips. 

Mike decided that his daughter was ready for a bit
more and with the last pass of his finger, he started
to slip it up deeper in her. He felt his finger slip
between her warm, tight walls, filling her almost
completely He was the first person to touch her like
this and that just brought a deeper, warmer feeling to
his loins. 

Once again, Angela's body responded almost
immediately. Her hands clawed at the bed sheets, her
back arched up, and a loud guttural moan echoed out of
her lips. He just held his finger in place, not moving
it. Letting her body grow use to the way his finger
felt deep inside of her. Angela's eyes continued to
stare upwards, but the plain white ceiling was
different in her mind. It was a technicolor dance of a
multitude of butterflies. It was a family of teddy
bears in the park on a summer day, having a picnic. It
was all sorts of things as her mind tried to
understand what was happening to her body. 

Just when the colors started to calm down and her
belly stopped bouncing; Mike started to move his
finger in and out of her slowly. And suddenly the
world around her exploded into hundreds of colors
again. Her body thrashed left and right,
uncontrollably. Her legs shaking and her hands pulling
tightly at the sheets. 

Mike watched his eight year old daughter's body shake
left and right as he moved his finger inside of her
pre-pubescent opening. He wasn't sure which he liked
better, the way her body heaved and shook, or the way
her opening pulled at his finger. He wrapped his hand
around his shaft as he continued to finger fuck his
daughter. He began to stroke himself, moving his hand
up and down at the same rhythm that he moved his
finger in and out of her. 

In his mind he pictured that it wasn't his finger
fucking her. Instead it was his shaft. Moving in and
out of her slowly, filling her completely. He couldn't
help but imagine, what would it feel like to burying
his shaft in her? The same shaft that helped create
her. He imagined himself pulling out at the last
second, splashing her belly with his warm seed. He
imagined his shaft, spurting violently as he moved
higher, splashing more seed across her face, into her
hair. 

Then he imagined not pulling out of her, leaving his
shaft in her as it spurted his white seed into her
belly. He had to let go of his shaft to keep from
cumming right there. He was so close that he could
feel the cum welling up inside him, bubbling like the
peak of a volcano getting ready to explode. 

"Daddy is going to do something different now." Mike
said, even though his daughter was well beyond the
capacity for listening. 

He kept his finger moving in and out of her as he
slipped off the edge of the bed. Moving between her
dangling legs, he knelt on the floor, kissing her
tummy lightly as he withdrew his finger. Before she
could recover her senses, his head leaned down and he
ran his tongue up the length of her opening. 

Her taste was indescribable. Like trying to describe
the smell of the snow on Christmas morning when he was
six years old. There were just no words that would do
it justice. His mind reeled and her body shook even
harder now. He moved his lips a bit higher, letting
the tip of his tongue touch her tiny nub. He was
immediately rewarded by a shriek of pleasure coming
out of her lungs, almost high enough to break glass. 

He licked her nub once more before drifting a bit
lower. Pressing his face tight against her, he pushed
his tongue up into her opening. 

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh." He heard his daughter panting for
air above him. Her body still now, unable to move.
Every muscle in her body seemed locked up as wave
after wave of intense pleasure passed through her
core. Beads of sweat covered her tiny form and even
they looked drained from the effort of pushing up
through her skin. 

He spent only a moment more swirling his tongue around
inside her pre-teen opening. Finally backing off to
let her catch her breath. He watched her face intently
as she gasped for breath. Her fingers flexed slowly,
the sheet bunching up at her sides. Her eyes were
glazed over and her limbs were limp, she looked just
like a porcelain doll. 

"Do you want daddy to stop?" He asked, while still
kneeling between her legs. 

Angela shook her head slowly, "The teddy bears.
They're having cake and lemonade." Her voice was
dreamlike, but exhausted. 

Mike blinked as he heard his daughter speak. He wasn't
sure if he was hearing her properly. "Honey?" 

"Teddy bears. Cake." She groaned, a stray shake
rocking her body. "Oh... daddy... more..." 

Mike smiled as he heard those words. He wasn't sure
what the rest was all about, but more was easy enough
to understand. "Okay honey, here we go." 

Mike leaned in and kissed the inside of his daughter's
thigh, before running his tongue up and down her lips
again. They were loose and wet now, no longer needed
prompting to remain open. He delighted in the way her
flesh rolled against his tongue when he kept it limp.
Then he kept his tongue stiff, forcing her lips to
move around him. 

Angela felt a long stiff quiver erupt in her belly as
her father's tongue touched her. The quiver seemed to
grow as his tongue pressed against her, changing into
a little tornado whipping about her insides. She felt
her daddy's tongue push into her opening again and the
tornado seemed to explode in a warm heat and a burst
of colors. She felt her father's mouth suck at
something and the tornado exploded again, sending
waves of heat out from her belly and straight down to
her toes. 

Mike held onto his daughter's legs as he sucked at her
tiny nub. He could feel the way her legs were shaking
and knew that she was enjoying this. He dragged his
tongue roughly across her nub and felt her legs
instinctively kick like a mule, another long shriek of
pleasure screaming out of her lungs. 

He kissed her lips once more before he backed off
again to let her body recover. His shaft ached for
relief, but that would have to wait a bit. He
certainly didn't want to waste it on his hand. Not
when he had this nubile young minx. But he wanted her
wide awake when she felt him for the first time. 

He laid back down on the bed next to her, pulling the
sheet over them both. He slipped an arm underneath her
head and just held her. He could feel her rapid
breathing and the dull heat that seemed to radiate out
of her. But he was content to just wait. 

It seemed like hours before she managed to speak
again. Not that that bothered Mike. How could you
measure time in paradise, after all? 

"Daddy...?" She asked her voice hoarse and dry. 

"Yes, honey?" Mike answered, smiling as he turns to
his side slightly, kissing her on the forehead. 

"I really liked that." She whispered, her face still
flushed and sweaty, but glowing with a different
appearance now. 

"If you want..." Mike started to say, talking slowly. He
felt nervous again, but only slightly. "There's
something else daddy would like to do with you,
honey?" 

"Really?" Angela's eyes beamed at him, excited that
there was still more that she could experience today.
"What?" 

"Well, it's something that big boys do with big girls
when they really love them." Mike explained slowly,
trying to skirt around the description for the moment.
"Are you a big girl?" 

"Yes, I am." Angela nodded proudly, the color
returning to her face now. 

"Daddy wants to..." Mike took a deep breath now, just
the idea of saying this to his young daughter sent a
way of pleasure playing down his spine. "...put his
thing inside your thing." 

Angela blinked for a second, trying to figure out how
that worked. Then she smiled, "You mean you want to
put your cock in my cunt?" Correcting her father's
statement the way he had told her to talk. 

Mike laughed out loud, feeling the tension and
nervousness fade with his laughter. "That's right
honey. Daddy wants to put his cock in your cunt." 

Angela's eyes smiled proudly at her father. "Okay dad.
I want to do that too." 

Mike's smile faded slightly as he hugged his daughter.
"Now, honey. It might hurt a bit at first. But I want
you to trust daddy. It will stop hurting and you'll
really enjoy it." 

Angela stared at her father now; the idea of it
hurting never even crept into her mind. This was a
totally unexpected. "How much will it hurt?" She
asked, a bit sheepishly. 

"Only a little bit." Mike replied, not wanting to lie
to his daughter or scare her away. He slipped his arm
out from underneath her and started to sit up, but he
never once took his eyes off of her face. "And it will
go away pretty quick." 

Angela starred up at her father, saying nothing. 

"Do you remember how it felt when daddy put his finger
in you?" Mike asked, trying to reassure her. 

Angela nodded slowly, a smile creeping across her face
as she remembered. 

"Well, it will feel even better when daddy puts his
cock in you." Mike returned his daughter's smile.
"It's called fucking. Can you say that?" 

"Fucking." Angela nodded as she repeated the word.
"Daddy wants to put his cock in my cunt and fucking
me." 

Mike chuckled. "No, daddy wants to fuck you." 

Angela nodded again, smiling. "Okay daddy, I want you
to fuck me too." 

Mike lifted the sheet up off of them both and once
again looked down at his naked daughter. This morning
he would have never guessed that a third grader could
look the way she did right now. He was sure she was
going to look even better as his shaft moved in and
out of her. 

He stood up and then leaned over and slipped his arms
underneath her. She giggled happily as he lifted her
up off the bed and he cradled her in his arms. He
kneeled back down on the bed and laid her down right
in the middle of the bed, leaning forward and grabbing
one of the pillows to slip under her head. 

"Comfy?" He smiled as he asked her. 

"Like a bug in a rug." She grinned impishly back up at
him, her nose wrinkling cutely. 

"Good." He said, just before leaning down to kiss her
on the lips. It was just a peck of a kiss, like any
father would kiss their daughter on the cheek. 

His shaft had sagged a bit while he waited, but now,
looking down at her, it came raging back to full life.
He could see that her opening was going to take a bit
more work though. It was no longer loose and open, it
had gone back to just the little crevice that he saw
when she first undressed. The only difference was that
now the flesh that was once a dull ivory white had
grown a deeper, rosy red. 

"Spread your legs for daddy, okay honey?" 

Angela was quick to obey, wanting more than anything
to make her daddy happy after the way he had made her
feel. The butterflies and teddy bears were napping
under the summer sun, but they started to wake up now.
Yawning and stretching. 

Mike's shaft twitched as he watched the eight year old
spread her legs. A large droplet of cum formed,
unbidden, on the tip of his shaft. Dripping down in a
big hot gob onto the sheets. "Oh, honey. You make
daddy so proud... And daddy is going to make you feel
really, really good." 

Angela beamed a smile up at her father as she watched
him move to kneel between her spread legs. She watched
as he took his shaft in his hand and then leaned
forward, looming over her like a big protective quilt.
She could see him put the mushroom tip of it against
her lips and she could feel it as he rubbed it up and
down her opening. She shivered from the tips of her
fingers all the way to the ends of her toes as she
felt him rub up against her. 

If you go down to the woods today, you're sure of a
big surprise. If you go down to the woods today, you'd
better go in disguise. For ev'ry bear that ever there
was, will gather there for certain, because today's
the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic. 

Mike watched as the tip of his shaft started to part
her lips. His cum was flowing freely now, covering her
lips with a fine wet sheen. He knew he had to go slow,
but the urge to just slam himself into her was
overwhelming. He managed to fight the urge back,
before it got out of hand. 

He closed his eyes and imagined his young, innocent
daughter. Dressed in her Sunday best, playing in the
front yard. He imagined a long dark car pulling up in
front of the house. The window rolling down and an
unseen face calling to her, asking her for directions.
He imagined the door opening up as she moved closer to
the door. The hands grabbing her and yanking her into
the car as it sped off down the street. 

Angela could feel her movements coming in jerky
spurts. It was like she had lost control of her
muscles. They shook, they spasmed, they twitched; they
didn't do anything that she tried to make them do. She
could feel her father's mushroom continuing to move up
and down against her. Her lips parting under the
pressure. 

Ev'ry Teddy Bear who's been good, is sure of a treat
today. There's lots of marvellous things to eat, and
wonderful games to play. Beneath the trees where
nobody sees they'll hide and seek as long as they
please 'cause that's the way the Teddy Bears have
their picnic. 

Mike let go of his shaft and put both of his hands
down on the bed to either side of his daughter. His
eyes screwed closed, he moved his hips up and down
slowly, letting the underside of his shaft rub against
her opening. He could feel her lips growing more and
more excited. Enflamed with heat, dripping with
moisture. He could feel himself continuing to drip
gobs of hot pre-cum on her. 

He imagined the hands in the back seat of the car.
Pawing at his daughter's clothes. Gripping and ripping
the clothes from her pretty little body. He could see
the tears streaming down her face as the big hands ran
over her flesh. Two different pairs of hands grabbing
at her. One hand pulled at her sparkling hair, keeping
her from moving, while the other hand cupped and
squeezed her tender breast. Another hand held her
waist tightly as its companion felt between her legs.
Roughly poking a thick finger at her immature, pale
opening. 

Angela's eyes went wide as her father's shaft started
to slip into her. Just the mushroom head was in her
now, holding her lips apart. She could feel it throb
and twitch, it felt red hot in her opening. She could
hear herself panting and moaning, but it was like
listening to another person make the noises. 

Picnic time for Teddy Bears, the little Teddy Bears
are having a lovely time today. Watch them, catch them
unawares, and see them picnic on their holiday. See
them gaily gad about, they love to play and shout;
they never have any cares; at six o'clock their
Mummies and Daddies, will take them home to bed,
because they're tired little Teddy Bears. 

Mike couldn't hold back any longer and started to slip
his shaft up inside his daughter. He had only the
tiniest bit in her so far, but the feeling was
wonderful. She was tight, clinging to him, squeezing
his tip. 

He imagined her being thrown face down onto the cool
leather of the backseat. He saw one of the figures
leaning over her face, holding his huge cock in his
hand and dragging it across her face. Leaving a trail
of glistening cum from her forehead, down her nose,
and across her lips. The other figure also leaned over
her, guiding its cock between her legs and then
suddenly pushing forward, forcing the shaft into her
unprepared opening. A scream echoed out of her pretty
little lips, but was strangled off by the other cock
being pushed into her mouth. 

Angela continued to breathe in short, quick pants, her
body starting to move on its own. Her hips pushing up
towards her father, trying to push more of him inside
herself. Her hands grabbed for the sheet again, but
this time landed on top of her father's hands. She
instinctively clung to them, her mouth opened wide in
a silent scream, sweat starting to roll down her
forehead. 

Picnic time for Teddy Bears, the little Teddy Bears
are having a lovely time today. Watch them, catch them
unawares, and see them picnic on their holiday. 

Mike could feel his daughter's hips reaching up to
meet him, but he strained back, making sure to not go
any further into her. Her hands grabbed at his hands,
holding them tightly. His eyes were still locked
closed from the strain. He started to move slightly
deeper into her, but very carefully. He was determined
to dictate the pace of this and not let her get the
better of him. He could feel his balls dangling down,
laying against her skin. 

In the backseat of the car, Angela continued to try to
scream. In his mind, her voice was cut off by the
thick shaft that had been pushed into her mouth. He
saw both figures thrusting into her at different
times, never relenting on her. He watched as the
figure beneath her suddenly tensed, his cock releasing
jets of dirty, ugly cum deep into his innocent
daughter's immature womb. He watched as the other
figure pulled his cock from her mouth, painting her
face with pools of sticky, white cum, that hung from
her hair and dripped from her face. 

Sarah Lo carried the two bags of groceries in from the
garage and looked around the kitchen. The house was
quite, which was strange for a Saturday afternoon.
"Mike?" She called out. Nothing happened. She shrugged
and dropped her keys on the counter before moving to
climb the stairs. 

Dad's cock continued to pulsate and throb inside her.
It felt good, no, not just good. It felt wonderful.
What was dad talking about? There was no pain. She had
managed to get a little bit more of him in her, but
she was sure there was still more. She felt like she
had this huge whole in her that she never noticed
before and that dad's shaft was just the perfect size
to fill all of it. She squeezed his hands again,
trying to show him what she wanted. 

See them gaily gad about, they love to play and shout;
they never have any cares; at six o'clock their
Mummies and Daddies, will take them home to bed,
because they're tired little Teddy Bears. 

Mike pushed slightly further into her and stopped when
he could feel the wall of her virginity barely
touching the tip of his shaft. He had decided that
this was as far as he was going to go today. It took
all of his willpower, and then some, to keep from just
ripping through that little membrane. But he promised
her. It wouldn't hurt. And he was going to make sure
that that was the case. 

In the back seat of the car, the two figures flipped
Angela over onto her back. Her cunt was a deep dark
red, big pools of cum tinted red oozed out of the
gaping opening. They spun her around in place, the
cock that was in her mouth a moment before was now
being pushed into her pretty little butt, while the
other figure ruthlessly pinched and pulled at her tiny
little nipples. 

Sarah reached the top of the stairs when she heard the
strange noises coming from her bedroom, like strained
grunts. Mike must still be having trouble with those
shelves she thought. She stepped into the doorway and
didn't see her husband fighting with the closet.
Instead she saw her husband of seventeen years leaning
over their eight year old daughter. Half of his cock
buried in her third grader opening. The sheer
obscenity of the scene caught her by surprise, sending
waves of both disgust and lust through her body. 

Angela continued to stare blankly up at her father.
Her body shaking and pushing to meet him. Then
something happened. It felt like an explosion deep in
her belly. A warm feeling, like a waterfall, cascaded
across her body. Her entire form shaking violently as
her back locked up in pleasure. 

Mike couldn't hold back when he felt his daughter
reach her very first orgasm. He grunted and froze, his
shaft twitching inside her opening as the tip
expanded. He could feel the jets of cum shooting
through him. Rocketing inside her and painting every
surface with his seed. 

Sarah shuttered as she watched both her husband and
daughter cum. Unbidden, her body rocked with a tiny
climax of its own. She staggered backwards, away from
the bedroom. Light headed and dizzy, quickly regaining
her senses and tip toeing downstairs. 


		
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