From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: A Daughter's Perfect Love   
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   There are countless men out there who would, whether they admit it or   
   not, give   
   their right arm for the privilege of taking a young, innocent little   
   girl to   
   bed, ravishing her sweet little body with kisses, taking her smooth,   
   hairless   
   pussy in your mouth, and finally filling her tightness with your aching   
   hard-on.   
      
   There are countless others who dream of making love to their own   
   beautiful, sexy   
   daughter, so much like you, but so different in such wonderful ways.   
   They feel   
   that this would be such a special union, all else would pale in its glow.   
      
   I have done both.  My name is John, and the following is my own true story.   
      
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   I married my wife, Tara, when she was just out of high school, at the   
   age of 18.   
   We were deeply in love, and it was no surprise that we had our first child,   
   Kristi, within the first year.  As much as we both adored her, we   
   decided that   
   one was enough, and so I had a vasectomy.  So our little family stayed   
   at three,   
   and as the years progressed, we enjoyed watching Kristi grow into a   
   beautiful   
   little child, a red-haired, hazel-eyed sweetie that was going to break   
   someone's   
   heart, someday.  I felt like the luckiest man alive.   
      
   When Tara and I had been married for just over 10 years, I got one of those   
   horrible calls at work one day:  Tara had been in a car accident.  Her   
   injuries   
   were fatal, killing her instantly, and she had been pronounced dead at the   
   scene.  I never even got to say goodbye.   
      
   As hard as losing Tara was on me, I think little 9-year-old Kristi took it   
   worse.  We had been a close family, and she cried unconsolably for days.   
     Even   
   after she was able to go back to school, I would hear her in her room,   
   crying as   
   she tried to go to sleep.  This went on for weeks.  Her 10th birthday fell   
   during this time, and it had to be the most miserable birthday she'd   
   ever had.   
   My heart ached worse for Kristi's loss than for my own.   
      
   About a month after the accident, Kristi asked if she could sleep in my   
   bed,   
   instead of crying alone in her own room.  What was I to say?  I loved   
   her to   
   pieces, and she was all I had left.  I told her she could, thinking it   
   would be   
   a one- or two-night thing, and it would help her get over her grief.   
      
   When she continued to want to sleep with me, I didn't have the heart to   
   send her   
   back to her own room by herself.  She would cuddle up to me at bedtime, our   
   loving closeness the only medicine she seemed to respond to.  So a "few   
   days"   
   turned into a few weeks.  I began to get used to having her warm, little   
   body   
   next to me... I'd been lonely, too.  We'd pull each other close at night,   
   falling asleep with my arm around her, our mutual warmth making us both   
   feel   
   better.   
      
   What I never expected, really, was the way I began to look forward to   
   our nights   
   together... and the way my body started to respond to her.  The longer she   
   stayed with me, the closer she cuddled, and the harder my dick got, as   
   she fell   
   asleep in my arms!  I couldn't help it, any more than I could deny   
   noticing what   
   a cute little thing she was.  She always wore a loose-fitting nightie,   
   with just   
   her panties on underneath.  I could feel them when my hand happened to   
   brush   
   across her little butt.  It became standard for me to fall asleep with a   
   hard-   
   on, and wake up with another one, my arm still around her sweet,   
   sleeping form.   
      
   One morning, I awoke with my hand between Kristi's legs.   
      
   I was horrified at myself!  But she was still sleeping, and I didn't   
   want to   
   disturb her. so I didn't yank my hand away immediately.  At least that   
   was my   
   rationalization!  And it gave me enough time to decide --  God help me!   
   -- that   
   I had to check out her little pussy while I was there.  Ever-so-slowly,   
   I eased   
   my hand up the remaining length of her thighs, until I touched her young   
   pussy,   
   so warm under the fabric of her panties.  Gently, I fondled her soft   
   little lips   
   with my fingers.  I let this go on for several minutes, then felt guilty   
   enough   
   to withdraw my hand.  I woke Kristi up and told her she needed to get   
   ready for   
   school, staying under the covers until she left, to keep her from seeing my   
   hard-on.   
      
   What was wrong with me, I thought?  This was my own daughter I had just   
   felt up!   
   But I knew that if I got another opportunity, I would probably do the same   
   thing.  I wouldn't be able to help it.  Like it or not, her nightly   
   warmth next   
   to me had stirred something deep inside.  It was on my mind still, when   
   Kristi   
   and I went to bed again, that night.  Once more, I developed a hard-on   
   as I held   
   her, both of us drifting off to sleep.   
      
   The next morning, I awoke early again.  Kristi was nestled under my arm,   
   like   
   she often was in the morning.  Listening to her soft, regular breathing   
   to make   
   sure she was asleep, I carefully moved my hand back to her thighs, slipping   
   between them as far as I dared.  I then repeated what I had done the   
   previous   
   morning, gently stroking her soft pussy through the panties.  Again, Kristi   
   slept through my gentle touching, waking only when I withdrew my hand   
   and patted   
   her on the shoulder, getting her up for school.   
      
   This became a morning pattern, waking up earlier than Kristi and   
   touching her   
   through her panties as she slept.  Each time I would send her off to get   
   ready   
   for school, I would be left with the most intense hard-on I'd ever had!   
     I began   
   to relieve myself by jerking off while Kristi went into the bathroom to   
   shower,   
   with thoughts of her warm, tender body beginning to fill my mind.  I   
   also began   
   pulling aside her full-fitting panties, allowing me to touch the smooth,   
   bare   
   lips.  I started slipping a finger into her moist little slit, tracing   
   up and   
   down her young wetness.  I was getting hooked on the feel of my pre-teen   
   daughter's pussy!   
      
   One morning, I awoke to find Kristi and me lying face-to-face, as we   
   sometimes   
   did.  After getting my hand into her panties, I decided to free my erect   
   dick   
   from my own underwear.  Pulling aside her panties, I tried gently   
   slipping my   
   aching dick between her legs.  The head of it slid easily into the moisture   
   between her tender, little pussy-lips, and my whole body shuddered with   
   the rush   
   of heat!  I just had time to slip it up and down her pre-teen smoothness   
   once or   
   twice, when I came with unbelievable force.  My cum squirted into   
   Kristi's slit,   
   then splattered all over her legs,  going wherever it could.  I was   
   amazed at   
   the volume I poured out onto her... and at the fact that she stayed fast   
   asleep   
   through it all.  Afterward, I carefully cleaned her up with my own   
   underwear,   
   before waking her up for the day.   
      
   A few days later, Kristi awoke with my hand in her panties, stroking her   
   pussy.   
   "What are you doing with your hand down there?" she asked indignantly.   
      
      
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