From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Daddy’s Toy   
      
   (M/g, inc, pedo, cons?)   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Lena was seven years old, and like most seven-year-old girls she was a   
   little in love with her father. It was nothing strange her infatuation   
   with her daddy, she just liked being with him. He was silly, and   
   smart-allecky, and he was smart-smart, too. He knew just about   
   everything. Lena also had the vaguest of notions he was handsome   
   man—vague because at her tender age she was unable to really tell,   
   especially when it came to her own daddy.   
      
   She did know for certain that her daddy didn’t look like her friends’   
   daddies. He had all these muscles, her daddy, and Lena once asked him,   
   when they were strolling through Boston Park one day, why he was so   
   muscley. He told her he wanted to keep mommy interested in him. Lena,   
   confused, wondered why would he need muscles—lots of muscles—to keep   
   mommy "interested"? She asked daddy that too, and he grabbed her, lifted   
   her up and tossed her tiny body into the air, way high in the air,   
   making Lena scream in terrified delight. Then caught her with the same   
   ease he used to throw her into the sky.   
      
   "Did you like that?" he asked while Lena giggled, cradled in his arms.   
   Her heart pounding fast in her chest.   
      
   "Y-Yes," she answered breathlessly.   
      
   "Well, mommy likes when I can throw her up high like that, too."   
      
   Wide-eyed she stared up at her daddy. "You can do that to mommy? Make   
   her go real high?"   
      
   Daddy nodded earnestly. "Yep. She doesn’t scream as loud as you, though."   
      
   "I don’t scream that loud, daddy!" Lena protested, slapping his chest.   
      
   "What? What did you say? I can’t hear you!"   
      
   Lena giggled and hit her daddy again. Lena loved her daddy and that’s   
   why she never told when he started asking her to do scary things with him.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   It began after daddy and mommy started arguing a lot. Then, eventually,   
   mommy and daddy stopped talking at all, but Lena still picked up on the   
   tension behind the smiles and weak attempts at normalcy. Lena really   
   knew something was wrong with mommy and daddy when daddy moved out of   
   the bedroom her parents shared.   
      
   Lena had awakened late one night to go to the bathroom and walked past   
   the living room to see her daddy lying on the sofa, asleep. Lena, her   
   bodily functions forgotten for the moment, went into the living room and   
   watched her daddy snore softly, wondering why he was here and not with   
   mommy in their bed. Even at her age she knew mommies and daddies were   
   supposed to sleep together—and her mommy and daddy *always* slept   
   together… always.   
      
   Feeling more scared then ever Lena pulled the blanket covering her daddy   
   up over his bare chest and went to the bathroom. Back in her bed she   
   cried herself to sleep over something didn’t understand yet. She just   
   knew whatever it was it was very, very bad.   
      
   Weeks passed before her daddy crept into her room through the darkness.   
   The sensation of her daddy’s big, rough hand moving under her nightgown,   
   inside her panties, caressing her, is what brought Lena to awareness.   
   One heavily callused finger dipping between the smooth, thin lips of her   
   privates.   
      
   "Daddy?" Lena sleepy voiced questioned the dark figure looming above   
   her. Smelling his cologne and another scent she could only call daddy   
   smell allowed her to identify him.   
      
   "Shh," Daddy cooed, his fingertip now circling her tiny bud. This woke   
   Lena up more; a tight rippling traveled through her abdomen. It felt   
   weird, it tickled/hurt, and Lena pressed her knees together, her back   
   arching off the mattress.   
      
   Her daddy placed his hand on her tummy and gently pushed her back down.   
   His hand slowly left her panties only to move to its elastic waistband   
   and was soon joined by the other. Lena was still reeling, her breathing   
   quickened to match the galloping pace of her heart. She didn’t notice   
   when her panties slid down her narrow thighs, over her knees all the way   
   down her lean calves and off her feet. She also missed the shifting   
   weight on her bed as her daddy put his head high between her thighs. She   
   however didn’t miss, could have missed, his tongue laving at her privates.   
      
   "Daddy… daddy, no, daddy," Lena cried weakly, her whole body vibrating.   
   It felt so… oh, it was bad! Lena knew it was bad what daddy was doing!   
      
   Daddy licked and licked, preventing Lena from closing her legs by   
   pressing down on her thighs just above her knees. He was so strong   
   Lena’s legs didn’t budge no matter how hard she tried to close them.   
   Daddy’s lips clamped down on her bud and sucked it into his mouth,   
   flicking his tongue over the nub with quick swaths. Lena’s eyes widened   
   in shock.   
      
   "Oh, daddy, no!" Lena redoubled her efforts to stop her daddy from doing   
   the bad thing to her. Her tiny hands pushing at the top of his head. It   
   never entered her mind to scream out for her mommy to help her. She knew   
   mommy would be mad and get daddy in trouble.   
      
   Then daddy took his mouth away from her and he crawled up her body until   
   his face was level with hers. His big body hovering above her, giving   
   off the ghostly impression he could crush her if he decided to fall upon   
   her.   
      
   "Don’t you love Daddy, sweety?"   
      
   "Y-Yes, but, daddy--"   
      
   "Daddy needs you. Will you help Daddy, punkin?"   
      
   "How?"   
      
   "Daddy has a… a special toy and I want you to play with it."   
      
   "A toy?"   
      
   "Hm-mmm, and if you play with it you’ll make Daddy so happy."   
      
   Lena wanted her daddy to be happy. She didn’t see daddy happy much   
   anymore, or even smile except when he pretended everything was A-Ok. But   
   Lena had a feeling daddy wanted something bad. Bad like when he had his   
   mouth on her privates.   
      
   "No, daddy. It’s-it’s bad!"   
      
   "Punkin, please, I want to be happy. You can make me happy. Please…"   
      
   "Okay, daddy. Okay… I’ll do it for you," Lena said, unable to bear   
   hearing her daddy beg. He sounded so sad—like he going to cry.   
      
   "Oh, Lena, you’re a good little girl," her daddy whispered. He grabbed   
   her around her little waist and flipped them over so she was on top of   
   him. Lena felt her daddy’s… something. It was throbbing menacingly   
   against her leg.   
      
   "Daddy! What-what is that?" Lena whimpered.   
      
   "That’s Daddy’s toy. Play with it for me, honey."   
      
   "But how?"   
      
   Daddy pushed Lena down, down until she felt heat near her face.   
      
   "Put you hands around it, Punkin."   
      
   Around *that*!   
      
   "Hurry," Daddy moaned when Lena hesitated.   
      
   "Okay… okay."   
      
   "Ahhh, Punkin, that’s it! That’s it!"   
      
   "Big," Lena murmured as her hands fully encircled the stiff thing that   
   felt kind of like one of those cucumbers her mother always told her to   
   put back because they weren’t firm enough. But this thing jerked in her   
   grip as she stroked it. And it was so hot! It smelled weird, too. Like   
   heat, and a little like pee, and something else… Why is daddy making me   
   do this? His thing is scary and I don’t want to—   
      
      
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