From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Angels Toy   
      
      
   I couldn't believe that my angel was turning eight! I had   
   missed almost four years of her life after our wonderful   
   summer together in Chicago. Then she had gone back to   
   New Orleans with her mother and then the job in Africa   
   had come up, so I had not been with my little lover for so   
   long. Not that I missed little girl's love, many sad brown   
   eyes of little girls in Africa had turned to smiles for me. But   
   now, I was back with my angel, and she was here to stay.   
   Her mother had re-married and the fellow who would be   
   Jenny's step father wanted his own family. I had come   
   running back to the States and settled in Texas. Jenny made   
   new friends in her second grade class, and now I was   
   hosting a birthday party to a house full of beautiful little   
   girls (and two boys).   
      
   One of the boys made the coup-de-gras that sent the candy   
   tumbling out of the pinata. A dark little sweetheart named   
   Joyce had won "Pin the Tail on the Armadillo" and a little   
   Latin beauty's mother named Donna had smiled at me   
   when she caught me looking down her blouse while she   
   leaned over the table to cut the cake (She didn't make any   
   moves to stop me from seeing her lovely Champaign glass   
   tits with their dark brown nipples. Later, she put her hand   
   on my arm when we were talking and looked at me with an   
   expression which said that I could see a lot more of her   
   some other time).   
      
   Later that evening, after all the children had gone, I gave   
   Jenny one last present. It wasn't as big or expensive as the   
   Barbie Power-Wheel, it wasn't as pretty as the jewelry box,   
   but, in its own way, it promised a great deal of fun.   
      
   The box was about nine inches long and an inch square.   
   Jenny took the pink wrapping paper off to find a plain   
   white box. She opened the end and pulled out the shiny   
   silver tube, tapered at one end to a dull point. On the other   
   end, a rubber boot covered a push-button switch. I had   
   loaded it with two fresh "C" cells before I wrapped it.   
      
   She looked at me with a questioning expression: "What is   
   it, Daddy?"   
      
   "You've seen them in some movies, honey."   
      
   Comprehension dawned on her face. "Oooohhh...." Then   
   she giggled. "Can I try it?"   
      
   I didn't answer; I just started to pull my shirt off over my   
   head. Jenny, who had been wearing a bathing suit, was   
   naked before I was. In the three years, she had lost her baby   
   fat and she was now just a slip. Straight, sturdy legs,   
   slightly knobby knees. Her hip bones stuck out slightly,   
   mainly because her abdomen was so thin. Two parallel   
   ridges ran down her stomach on either side of her vertical   
   oval of a navel. Her chest was completely flat, her nipples   
   pink bumps on her white flesh. Her arms where thin, maybe   
   a little too thin. Her neck was long. She kept her dirty   
   blonde hair short. Where her legs met, she had thin but long   
   pussy lips, the creases made by her vulva were pronounced.   
   Just that morning, I had filled her pussy slit and its two   
   partners with my semen after I had tongued her to a   
   moaning orgasm by sucking on the very same parts a few   
   minutes earlier. The sight of her wondrous preteen body   
   had my cock half stiff before my pants had cleared my feet.   
      
      
      
   Jenny turned the toy around, inspecting it. Then she pushed   
   the end and was rewarded by a soft buzz. She immediately,   
   still standing, reached down and ran it along her slit. "Oh!"   
   She bent her knees slightly, spreading her legs and pushed   
   the shaft along her pussy. "Mmmmm, that's nice."   
      
   My eight-year-old methodically ran the dildo along her slit,   
   pushing the lips apart and directly stimulating her clit. She   
   opened her mouth and gasped for breath, sinking slightly   
   before catching herself. She put her free hand out to steady   
   herself against the table.   
      
   "Oh, Daddy," was all she could say.   
      
   I reached out and gently grasped her shoulder. "Honey, sit   
   down on the floor." She slowly sank, melting onto the   
   carpet, never stopping the movement of the phallus against   
   her pussy.   
      
   By now, my cock was at full attention, sticking up at a   
   slight angle and bouncing with my pounding heart. I knelt   
   down next to her and took the dildo, continuing to move it   
   along her fleshy love furrow. My little goddess was   
   humping to meet the sliding tool, directing my hand with   
   hers.   
      
   I started to stroke myself with my free hand, and it was   
   soon joined by hers. Her ardor was building, her skin was   
   becoming flushed and a sheen of perspiration had appeared   
   around her neck and on her forehead. Meanwhile, the sight   
   of my preteen masturbating with the silver appliance, along   
   with our mutual attention to my cock, was making my   
   sperm boil.   
      
   Jenny was overcome and she grunted with orgasm. I shot   
   my load, humping madly. A rope of white cum sprayed   
   across the eight-year-olds face, more landed in her hair.   
   Jenny was twisting the dildo, as well as madly running it   
   long he engorged clit and inner pussy lips as she opened   
   her mouth wide and tried to catch some of my flying sperm.   
   A large wad did land in her mouth as more splashed against   
   her lips and chin.   
      
   Jenny lay on the floor, panting. She was still holding the   
   vibrator against her pussy; her face was awash with my jez.   
   I had sat back on my ass, panting. "Daddy, thank you."   
   She was silent for a few moments. Then she again moved   
   the dildo, this time rubbing the tip along her slit and   
   pointing it up. She tentatively pushed it at the opening to   
   her vagina, then stopped.   
      
   "You may pop your cherry if you push it in you, honey. It's   
   pretty big for you," I said.   
      
   Again she gently pushed it but hissed slightly, then   
   stopped.   
      
      
   Later that night, I was sitting up drinking a beer and   
   watching the late news when I heard Jenny whimpering   
   behind me.   
      
   "Daddy, I'm bleeding," she said through a sob. (I had put   
   her to bed an hour earlier.)   
      
   I turned around and caught my breath. Jenny was naked. In   
   one hand she had the vibrator, smeared with blood, her   
   other hand was also dyed red and her crotch and inner   
   thighs were also bloody.   
      
   "Oh, honey. It's alright. I told you that would happen."   
      
   I picked my little girl up and carried her into the bathroom.   
   I gently washed her hands and crotch, and then rinsed her   
   virgin blood off the dildo.   
      
   "You've stopped bleeding, but you may be sore tomorrow,   
   I wouldn't try doing that again for a couple of days."   
      
   "Will it make me bleed again?"   
      
   "No, just this first time."   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)