From: man.simple@hotmail.com   
      
   From My Diary (Mg, cons, incest)   
   By Simple Man   
      
      
      
      
   I began feeling horny at age seven and suddenly my daddy looked a lot   
   different to me.  Where he used to just look like daddy, now I realized   
   he was a man and just as suddenly I was drawn to him in a different way.   
   I also became more aware of myself and in particular, my body as if I   
   had just discovered it.  I would stand in front of my mirror naked after   
   my bath and look to see how much more I had developed.  I now had puffy   
   nipples and a very slight beginning of breasts.  My hips were more   
   pronounced and there was a nice gentle curve to my thighs and legs.   
   Mommy said I was developing early and daddy, well daddy was paying a lot   
   more attention to me.  This of course thrilled me because a lot of his   
   attention was in touching me, holding me tight while exploring my shape   
   with a gentle hand.   
      
   No longer did I get just a kiss on my forehead, now it was on my lips.   
   I began looking for clothes to wear that showed off my body for him   
   since he seemed to love the way I looked.  Mommy cut my strawberry   
   blonde hair short so it was only half way up my neck and when daddy saw   
   me it took his breath away.  Then came the day that mommy went to visit   
   her sister in a neighboring state and left daddy and I alone for the   
   whole weekend.  When she left in her car I went to my bedroom and   
   changed into the little shorts I had almost outgrown two years ago.   
   They were so tight and small that there was no room for my panties so I   
   didn't put those on.  The shirt I put on was as old as well and I left   
   the front of it unbuttoned and just tied a knot at the bottom.  All in   
   all, I did not have much on.  Then I went to find my daddy.   
      
   I found daddy in the garage getting the lawnmower out.  He took one look   
   at me and his pants tented out and I was getting the reaction I wanted.   
   He looked like he was trying to say something but the words just would   
   not come out.  I giggled and just said, "You like?" as I turned around   
   for him.  I don't know what I expected to happen, but daddy picked me up   
   and kissed me hard and I blushed for him.  To say that he was excited   
   would be an understatement, he was all male and I was his conquest.   
   Nuzzling his head inside my open shirt he sucked on my puffy nipples   
   sending waves of pleasure through my body.  I was his, belonging to him   
   alone and to prove it I was slippery wet between my legs for the first   
   time in my life.  My arousal soaked my too tight shorts in the crotch   
   and the smell of it just made him even more hungry for me.   
      
   It really had never occurred to me that daddy could move so fast.  One   
   moment I was in his arms in the garage and the next, on his bed in his   
   bedroom.  His head moved down between my legs and he licked up the   
   slippery mess that I made.  He tried to pull my shorts down but they   
   were too tight on me so he just tore them off.  That alone excited me so   
   much as I dreamed for the first time of being raped and taken by force,   
   violated and abused in every way.  With nothing in the way now he sucked   
   on whatever he could get in his mouth and I was squirting more fluids   
   from my open hole which he lapped up like a common dog, his tongue   
   drilling into me in a feverish pace.  I was in over my head too reacting   
   to some primal urge of rutting in the dirt while this man made every   
   effort to continue our species.   
      
   Splayed out on the bed like some cave dwelling girl, I watched him drop   
   his pants and tear off his own shorts, the massive baby making penis   
   already dripping pre-cum.  Slathering his manhood in the soup between my   
   legs, he thrust into me with one push, tearing through the only thing   
   that marked me as untouched.  I was so out of it that nothing hurt and I   
   raised my hips so that he could get as deep as possible.  If violence   
   was the way it was done, he was doing me right.  I felt like he was   
   pushing me through the bed and I felt full to the neck with man meat.  I   
   was no longer his daughter and he was no longer my daddy, we were only   
   like animals caught in the carnal lust of mating.  My blood was all over   
   his penis, my gift to him, his massive phallus his gift to me.  He took   
   me for almost an hour before I felt him swell even bigger and ejaculate   
   his sperm into me with violent pulses that had me screaming for more.  I   
   didn't pass out but came close to it and then it was over and daddy   
   slept next to me his hand on my puffy and chewed on nipple.   
      
   We must have slept for hours because it was dark outside now.  Daddy   
   took me into his bathroom and stood me in the tub.  Gently with loving   
   care he washed my virgin blood away and cleaned the dried remains of our   
   incestuous love fluids.  Standing there facing him, the torrent of sperm   
   oozed out of me, those valiant little tadpoles that died in their heroic   
   effort.  Daddy just watched as it slithered down my creamy thighs.  It   
   was my tribute to him and it made him hard again.  I was too sore to   
   take him on again though my body seemed to scream for it.  I just stood   
   there as he masturbated and then ejaculated all over me.  It was then   
   that I realized the power I had over any man I wanted and joined the   
   sorority of all women.  Now if I could just walk without it hurting so   
   much and if daddy would just stop smiling at me in my misery.   
      
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