From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: I'm Not a Little Girl Anymore!   
   (Mg, pedo, preteen, inc, cons)   
      
      
      
   Written by bobandcarole   
      
      
      
      
   I'm not a little girl anymore! WOO HOO!!   
      
   Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Crystal. I turned 12 yesterday. What a present   
   my daddy gave me! He says I'm a woman now!   
      
   I guess I should start at the beginning. Dad used to call me his `little   
   horn-dog' when I was six. He says it really started when I was 2 or so,   
   and he and mom would catch me in the bathtub rubbing this little spot on   
   my pussy which felt really good, you know. Oh. Maybe you don't know.   
      
   If they only knew. It wasn't just in the bathtub. My favorite place was   
   in bed at night so no one could see. It felt really good when I rubbed   
   outside my panties and my finger could slide up and down the material   
   real easy. It was fun to make my legs twitch with my finger, it felt so   
   cool!   
      
   I didn't get an orgasm until I was six. Dad used to call it a `warm   
   feeling'. Wait I'm getting ahead of myself.   
      
   I was 4 I think when my babysitter stuck her nose in a book and said I   
   could go play outside and she never saw when Thomas came over. Thomas   
   and his sister used to live down at the end of the street. He was older,   
   like 10 or 11, I think. She was 9? She said he was older.   
      
   Anyway we went around back of the house and he showed me his cock. He   
   called it his `dick'. Weird name huh? It was pointing straight up and he   
   told me to put my hand on it and it was like HARD! Daddy's was always   
   soft and pointing down when he went to the bathroom so this was new. He   
   pulled down my shorts Thomas did and kissed me all over on my face, and   
   my mouth, and my shoulder, and my chest and even on my little pussy even   
   though I still had my panties on.   
      
   Okay. I called it my `pee-pee' then. Kinda juvenile huh? But I WAS only   
   a kid.   
      
   Oh yeah. I didn't mind Thomas kissing me. I like to hug and kiss. Dad   
   said he was always afraid I'd like hug the wrong person and get into   
   trouble.   
      
   A lot he knew, huh?   
      
   Thomas showed me how to pull his `dick' back and forth and soon he was   
   dripping some clear stuff on my hand. It wasn't pee but I didn't know   
   what it was.   
      
   I think I said, "Ooh, yuck!" or something and I went around front and   
   washed my hands with the hose and went back in the house and watched   
   cartoons. I told my babysitter I was tired of being outside and she said   
   okay just don't interrupt her reading.   
      
   It was the Bible. Funny, huh?   
      
   Thomas never did it again but he still got in trouble a few months   
   later. The old woman next door told Mommy and Daddy that she saw us back   
   there and Dad talked to a detective I think that's right? They took me   
   into a little room and a nice lady asked me some questions. Actually,   
   Thomas didn't get in trouble but his big brother did. They said he raped   
   Thomas and his sister both. I think that's like real mean.   
      
   Mom and Dad were really cool, they didn't like get mad at me for keeping   
   it a secret and everything and told me they would always be here if I   
   wanted to tell them anything and to always tell the truth.   
      
   So now you're like wondering how I got Dad hooked. Hee hee.   
      
   He sleeps naked so that made my plan easy. One morning Mom was at work   
   'cuz she worked weekends all the time on her job, sucks, huh? and I woke   
   up before Dad did. I just started playing with his cock and it got like   
   really BIG and HARD. A lot bigger than Thomas! (Give me a break, Crys,   
   I'm only six-and-a-half inches! - Dad)   
      
   Well, that was big when I was six!   
      
   Anyway, I pulled it up and down a little but I didn't want that stuff   
   getting all over my hand again so I covered it with the sheet just on   
   one side so I could look at it while I played with it.   
      
   Yeah. Daddy woke up and saw what I was doing. I thought he'd get mad but   
   he talked to me like very quietly and asked what I was doing. He said I   
   shouldn't do that and only big girls like Mom get to do that. I asked   
   him why and he said because little girls can get hurt if they try to do   
   too much with sex when they're too little or with a boy who would like   
   hurt them 'cuz he liked to.   
      
   I said Thomas didn't hurt me, I just didn't like the stuff that came out   
   of his `dick' all over my hand. (Yeah, and you really blew it! You'd   
   told your mother and me that you didn't touch him while he was hard. -   
   Dad)   
      
   Whoops. Caught. I tried to say it was a different boy. A different boy   
   named Thomas. Dad's too smart, he can always figure out when I'm lying.   
   But I know a few things too. He made me hold his hard cock (yeah I still   
   called it a `pee-pee' then too) with my BARE HANDS until I admitted I   
   lied to him. But that just proved he liked me to hold his cock. (You got   
   me there! - Dad)   
      
   My other favorite thing to do with Daddy was to lie down on top of him   
   and ask him to rub my belly. I always made sure his arm had to go   
   between my legs so while his hand was rubbing my belly, his arm was   
   rubbing my pussy.   
      
   But like I said, Dad's smart, he figured it out. Finally he just said   
   it, "Would you like me to rub you there?"   
      
   You BET I said yes!   
      
   First, he rubbed outside my panties. That was good! It got better. He   
   started to rub inside. I said, "Daddy, you're going inside." I learned   
   that from the nice lady with the police department.   
      
   Daddy said "do you want me to stay outside or rub inside?"   
      
   I said outside first but I changed my mind. That's when things like   
   REALLY started.   
      
   He rubbed with his thumb gently at first but when he tried a little   
   harder it hurt, so he licked his thumb to get it wet and started rubbing   
   really fast. I tried watching the TV but I was forgetting most of it   
   'cuz it felt so good! I felt real warm like I was in the bathtub and my   
   pussy felt wet on the inside.   
      
   Dad asked how it felt and I told him good, but I wanted him to go   
   faster. He went faster but I guess his thumb was getting tired 'cuz he   
   started like slowing down again. I was going to complain but he had a   
   funny look on his face like he wanted to say something but he couldn't,   
   you know?   
      
   I think he asked me if he could try something that might feel kinda   
   weird but like really good too and I said it was okay. He leaned over   
   and that was the first time he kissed my pussy! It tickled! It also felt   
   good! BEYOND good!   
      
   My legs twitched like when I rub my button just right and I pushed his   
   head HARD between my legs and I just exploded! Like, jumping into really   
   hot water but it doesn't burn you, it just washes over you kinda like   
   splashing in it. Except it's on the inside instead of the outside, you   
   know.   
      
   It was so strong I had to push Daddy's head away and make it stop. I was   
   shaking all over! WOW!   
      
   Dad said I'd had my first `warm feeling'. I never heard the word   
   `orgasm' until I got older. He says it's because he didn't want me   
   repeating words at school or anything like adults would say 'cuz that   
      
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