Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 11:36:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: My Naughty Daddy My Naughty Daddy Last week I received an email from a girl called Cindy who thanked me for replying to her. I vaguely recalled having earlier sent a standard response directing her where to find all my stories on nifty. I get dozens of emails and it's hard to keep track of them all. She went on to say that she'd read almost all of my stuff, which is a lot of reading, and she gushed on about how exciting it all was, how realistic, etc. Nothing about her email was unusual; I get lots of emails from girls. It's not just guys who are into underage sex and incest. But what grabbed my attention was her revealation that her daddy was like the daddies in my stories, and she hinted that he was doing things with her that most people would deplore (or at least pretend to; there's a lot of hypocracy out there). Then came the kicker. "My daddy loves me and I love him so much. I'm eleven." My first reaction was that the email was from some lonely old pervert trying to pass himself off as a horny preteen girl, but she'd attached a couple of pictures which she said were of her and her dad. In the first, they were both naked, standing side by side on a beach, smiling at the camera, his arm round her shoulders. He was either half-hard, or had an unusually big dick. Legally this couldn't be called child porn. Photos of naked kids in a "family setting" don't fit the definition. He was remarkably good looking. She was absolutely fucking stunning. Her body was slender, with narrow hips and no tits at all. Her hair was long and blonde, and she had the face of an angel. In the second pic they were both dressed and she was sitting on his lap with her back to him, her legs hanging outside this thighs which were in turn wide apart so that hers splayed in the most provocative way, her dress bunched up round her hips, proudly displaying the crotch of her blinding, white knickers. He had a big grin on his face, as if to say, "Look at my sexy little girl!" I thought carefully about how to respond. It seemed unlikely that a preteen girl would react so enthusiastically to my literary efforts. Older women? Well yes, a few, but the vast majority of my fans are guys looking for wanking fantasies, which I'm glad to supply. On balance, the whole thing was probably a hoax. I've had hoaxes before and my policy is to play along with them, letting the writer deliver more and more lurid descriptions of what he's doing to his little girl or boy, until the whole thing gets too preposterous and I call him on it. They all confess and apologise. I forgive them and thank them for an exciting, vicarious adventure. I replied, attaching a head shot of myself and thanking her for the pictures, saying how utterly adorable she was, and how good looking her daddy was, adding that I envied him. I said that I'd love to hear details about what she and Daddy did together, adding that confidentiality was ensured, that I'd never, ever tell anyone about it. I signed off, leaned back in my chair and looking at the pictures, had a delicious wank. "I don't remember when it all started," she said in her reply. "For as long as I can remember, Daddy's been hugging and kissing me and stroking my body all over. He used to touch my pee pee and kiss it, pushing his tongue in me, taking his sweet time. I love it! It's been going on for years. He likes to show off his big dick, standing naked in front of me while I sit on the toilet, peeing. He takes hold of it and pretends it's a puppet. In a squeaky voice, he says, 'Hello, I'm Mr. Dick.' and wags it up and down. 'Hello, Mr. Dick,' I say. He squeaks, 'Give me a hug and a kiss.' I take hold of it in my hand, then lean forward and kiss it. It's always rock hard. One day he got carried away and wanked himself off, cumming on my face and chest. It wasn't long before he let me suck it and he came in my mouth. I didn't mind the taste and now I can't get enough of it. He likes me to swallow. He says his cock is only seven inches long, but it looks much bigger to me. "Last year, when Mommy died, he let me sleep in his bed, and I'd lie in his arms all night long, feeling his hard cock pressed against my back, knowing how much he loved me. One night, about six months ago, I was lying in bed on top of him and I pulled my knees up until my pee pee was pressing against his cock. He had his hands on the sides of my chest and he ran his thumbs over my nipples. '"I want you inside me, Daddy,' I whispered, but he wouldn't do it, even though I begged him. I started to cry, but he told me that if we had real sex, he'd end up feeling terribly guilty and wouldn't be able to live with himself. "But I suck you off," I said. "Do you feel guilty about that?" He told me that it didn't count as it wasn't real sexual intercourse, it was just his way of letting me love him, but there was a line he didn't want to cross." She attached some more pics, one of them of daddy's rigid cock, bright red with a string of cum hanging from the end. "I'd just sucked him off," she wrote. The other pics were of her lifting her dress to display her knickers, and one of her hanging upside down from the monkey bars of a kids' playground while her smiling dad and several other dads looked on. Her dress had fallen to her armpits, revealing her nipples. "He has lots of pics of me naked," she continued, "and I'l love to send them to you but he has them in a file which is password protected and I can't get at them. I hope you like these few. I know he shows them to some of his friends. I can tell because when they come to the house to visit, they all give me that special hungry look and when I let them look up my dress, their eyes pop out, and they say how sexy I look, just like my pictures. Daddy loves all this and encourages me to do handstands and cartwheels to show off my knickers, and finds ways to get my clothes off, like spilling ketchup on my dress so I have to take it off and put it in the washing machine. Once or twice his friends have felt me up, even when Daddy was watching, and he just grinned. Once, he even let my uncle take pics of me in the bathtub, lying back with my legs apart." I did like her pictures. I liked them enough to have another glorious wank. I still thought that I was being taken for a ride. Perhaps the writer was actually her dad, either describing real events, or just venting his fantasies. I started logging on every hour, hoping for another email. Then, the next day, I get an email from a guy called Hugh. He wrote, "I've discovered that my daughter Cindy has been sending you emails. I've read them all and I'm appalled that she should make such allegations about me and send you pictures that are the private property of this family. I must ask you to please delete the emails and photos and not mention anything of this matter to anyone else. I'm relying on your discretion. I know you are the author of fictional stories posted on nifty, and though I admire your style and have enjoyed reading them for years, I must insist that you do not use anything Cindy wrote about in any future publication. Cindy has betrayed my confidence and will be suitably punished." This put a different spin on things. On the good side, it now seemed unlikely that I was the victim of a hoax. Why would a hoaxer try to shut everything down when it was just getting interesting? On the bad side, all I had were some general descriptions of daddy/daugher sex and a handful of wankable pictures. I thought carefully before replying. "Hi, Hugh. First of all, I promise you you that I'll never, never reveal anything that Cindy wrote, and no one else has access to my computer. Your secrets are safe with me. If you are saying that Cindy made the whole thing up, then I will accept that and the matter is closed. If, on the other hand, there IS anything to her 'allegations', you have no cause for alarm. I would never judge any man for indulging in any kind of sexual activity as long as both parties consent. If anything happened between you and your daughter, it would seem to have been with her willing cooperation. With regard to sex with underage children and incest, if you' ve read my stories, you'll know that I'm obviously aroused by it, and rather than condemning you, I hold you in high regard, in fact, I have to confess I'm jealous. Your daughter is beautiful and if I had a little girl like her, I'd be doing all those things she describes, and more. Please don't be too hard on Cindy. She's probably unaware of the consequences of what might happen if all this gets out, not that it ever will, I swear. I just hope that you'll both be happy." Twenty four hours went by and then Hugh emailed me again. I eagerly opened it. "Hi, Tony," he wrote. "I hope I didn't sound too hostile in my email, but I was acutely anxious about secrecy. I'm afraid I lost my temper with Cindy and we had a helluva row, but we've kissed and made up and she's forgiven me. Perhaps I should never has let her read your stories, but one day she peered over my shoulder and then discovered nifty.org from my 'history' and before I knew it, she'd read several. She raved over them, especially those written from the point of view youngsters. Now she's read most of them. "I'm torn between letting this whole thing die, or continuing our correspondence. After my initial anger at her died down, I felt a kind of relief that my secret was out. Yes, I admit, everything that she wrote is true, and you're the first person to know. It feels a bit like the first time I came out as a gay, or at least bi, teenager, and how good it felt that now I didn't have to hide anything any more and I could talk openly about myself. I believe I can count on your discretion. In truth, I like the idea of guys looking at pictures of her and getting excited. It's a turn on for me, so if you enjoyed the ones she sent, then so be it. I gather from your stories that you are bi also. Tell me something about yourself and perhaps send me some more pics." I emailed him a brief account of my gay life, how I started as a schoolboy wanking my classmates, graduating to cocksucking, and described that glorious day when an older man fucked me. I told him that I'd looked closely at the picture of his cock and had fantasised about sucking it while I wanked. I also confided about the years when I worked as a school janitor in London, about the girls who'd had crushes on me who persistantly showed of their knickers, and the one single occasion when I'd been invited to put my hand down the knickers of a twelve year old. I sent another head shot and a picture of myself dressed in a pair of sheer pale blue nylon knickers with my cum oozing through the material. I added half a dozen of my favourite pictures downloaded from the internet, of semi naked preteens in lewd poses. He replied enthusiastically, professing a desire to suck me off, and confessing that he, too, liked to wear panties from time to time. "Cindy says I look sexy in them, but I think she's only saying that to make me feel good. I like the other pics, too. Just the sort of tasty little darlings I dream about. I've attached more pics of Cindy. I have lots more, most of them far too porny to send by email, but I know you'll like these. In fact, in all honesty, I hope you wank over them. If you tell me you have, I might just cum in my underpants. Can you send me your mailing address? There's something I want to send you." The pictures were stunning. In most, she was wearing just panties, but a few were of her naked, posed demurely, but looking pleased to be showing her body off. I felt that I could understand how he was thrilled to be exhibiting his daughter. Like lots of guys who email pics of themselves or post pics of themselves on the net, I delight in showing off my sexy body with its magnificent hard cock. Admit it, don't you? Two days later a letter arrived from him in the mail, with a return address on the envelope. Inside was a memory stick and a note. "This is my top-secret file. No one has ever seen it, except Cindy. Don't let it fall into the wrong hands. Happy wanking." I plugged it into my computer and opened the contents. Holy fucking shit! I'd hit the jackpot. There were several dozen pics of Cindy naked, in the most lewd poses imaginable, as erotic as the most depraved sites you can find anywhere onthe internet. Lying on a bed or sprawled in a chair, even lying on the floor, her legs were alway as wide apart as they would go, displaying her little girly slit that was just beginning to develop. There were a couple of extreme close-ups. In each picture, the smile on her face spoke about how much she was enjoying being looked at. As the slideshow progressed, I pulled my rigid cock from my boxers. I was, too close to the edge to stroke it, so I just left it poking up in the air. The last item was a video, a close-up of Hugh's cock and Cindy's face as she licked and sucked him and then stroked him off until a blob of his cum hit her cheek and she took him back in her mouth and cleaned him up. Then she smiled right into the camera and said, "Yummy yum yum, I love my daddy's cum," and licked her lips. That was when the show came to an end and my orgasm exploded without any assistance from my hand, drenching my boxers and thighs with the biggest load of cum I'd ever produced. I logged on and checked my email and there was one from Cindy which read, "Did you get the memory stick yet? Do you like the pix of me with nothing on? Daddy takes pix of me all the time and tells me how sexy I look. Do you think I'm sexy, Tony? It's awesome when he lets me suck his cock and make him cum." By now, I was certain that this wasn't a hoax. The faint possibility that the pix might have been photoshopped was quashed by the video. She obviously adored her daddy and her blow job was wildly enthusiastic. I downloaded the pix into my computer and protected the file with a password. I took some "selfies" of my cum drenched boxers, my limp, wet cock dangling, a final drop of cum still clinging to the end and attached them to the following email. "This is what happened to me when I looked at your pix. I couldn't help myself. My cock just exploded without me even touching it, I was so fucking turned on. As soon as it gets hard again, in maybe just a few minutes, I'm gonna jerk off again, and keep jerking off until I collapse from exhaustion. You are incredibly sexy, Cindy. I think I'm falling in love with you." I added some more head shots and pics of me in a variety of underwear, male and female. By the time I hit "send" I was hard again. By the end of the day, my cock was painfully sore and my head was full of crazy fantasies about Cindy and her dad. Her dad replied, telling me how thrilled he was that I'd been wanking myself silly, and that the thought of me watching his daughter pose for the camera and suck him off had, in turn, aroused him more than the blow job itself. "You probably think I'm weird, pimping my little girl out, but I swear you're the only one who's aware of what's been going on. I chose to reveal my perverted behaviour to you, because after reading all your stories, I now accept myself for what I am, namely an incestuous pedophile. I feel so liberated, now that you know about Cindy and me. This correspondence between us has been one of the best weeks of my life and we can't just let it end here. Cindy tells me she want to meet you. Can you come down and visit us?" From the return address on his letter I knew that he lived in a small village in Hampshire, about an hour'd drive from my flat in Kensington. When I replied, I couldn't type fast enough. "When can I come?" "Saturday. Try to be in time for lunch." I had to wait two days. I resolved not to wank, to save my sexual energy for what was sure to be the most fantastic encounter of my life, but an hour later, I surrendered and shot a load of cum on to the carpet beneath my desk. It occurred to me that it might be better to arrive sexually drained, otherwise I might just cum in my underpants the moment I laid eyes on her. Saturday came and I drove down. My GPS took me right to the gate of his cottage and I turned into the drive. As I pulled up in front of the house, the front door burst open and Cindy rushed out. She was wearing a white sundress, little ankle sox and sandals. I stepped out of my car and she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs round my hips. I put one arm round her waist and my other hand under her bum. "Tony, you came! You came!" She had no idea how much I'd been cumming. It was less than two hours since my last wank. Nevertheless, my cock stirred in my pants. Hugh came to the door, smiling at us. He was just as handsome as his pictures especially as he had nothing on except a pair of pink boxers, a little on the small side, which screamed, "gay!" I walked across to him, Cindy still dangling from my neck and shook his hand. She slid down my body and stepped away. "Finally, we meet," said Hugh. "I can see why Cindy has taken a fancy to you. Come on in and have a beer." He looked down at himself. "Excuse the underpants, but I never wear pants around the house, at least not during the summer." "I don't usually wear a dress," said Cindy, "but I thought you'd like this one. Is it too short?" "It's perfect," I said, sincerely. It only just covered her bum. "She likes to wear it in the village on windy days," said Hugh. "I imagine you get a lot of attention," I said to her. She grinned and we went into the house. Hugh went info the kitchen and in the living room I sat in an armchair across from the couch where Cindy sprawled. Not surprisingly, I had a lovely view up her dress. Her knickers were blinding white. My cock was beginning to stir in my pants. Hugh came back with two beers. "I see she's showing off her knickers," he said, smiling. "I'd be amazed if she weren't. Tony, you look overdressed in those pants. I think you should take them off." I got to my feet and started to unbuckle my belt. "Let me do it," said Cindy and she leaned forward as I stepped close to her. Hugh put the beers down on the coffee table. "Yeah, take his fucking pants off, Sweetheart. Let's see what he's got on underneath." Cindy unfastened the belt and pulled my zipper down as Hugh stared. My pants fell, revealing my vivid turquoise silk boxers, beginning to tent at the front. "Cool underpants!" said Cindy. Hugh sat beside her. My pants pooled at my ankles and I stepped out of them and removed my shirt. Cindy gripped the legs of my boxers as though to pull them down and looked at her daddy, eyebrows raised. "Shall I?" she said, then grinned up at me. But Hugh didn't give her the chance. He reached out and pulled my cock out of the fly. It was now absolutely rock hard and wet at the end. "Look at that beauty!" he breathed. "Isn't that magnificent, darling?" "Awesome. I think it's even bigger than yours, Daddy." Hugh's hand began to stroke me. "Can I suck it, Daddy?" Hugh's mouth was open and his breath coming in quick gasps. He took his hand away. "He's all yours, my precious. Do it! Suck him like you suck me." Cindy leaned forward and put her lips round my dick, taking in about half its length. I could feel the tip touch the back of her throat. "Oh my fucking God!" said Hugh. "What a sight! My little girl's sucking a cock! I wanna suck it myself, but nothing could be better than watching you, my sweet. Go on, take in as much as you can. Yeah, do that thing you do to me with your tongue." She pulled my cock out except for the head, and I felt her tongue go under my foreskin and swirl around. It was driving me crazy. "Shit! I almost forgot," said Hugh, running out of the room and coming back with a camcorder. He set it on the coffee table, propping it up on a book so that it angled to frame my midriff and Cindy's head. I was way too close to cumming so I pulled my cock out. "I don't wanna cum yet," I croaked. "Let me have a suck, Sweetie." He sat down and took over from his daughter. I smiled at her. "You sure know how to suck a cock," I said. "Daddy lets me do it all the time, so I can show him how much I love him." She looked down at herself. "Look at me! I've still got my dress on." She stood and lifted the dress up under her chin. Several of the pictures I'd seen of her were exactly this pose, skirt raised to show off her knickers, but seeing the actual thing in three dimensions right before my eyes nearly made me explode and I pulled my cock out from Hugh's mouth, squeezing my sphincter to stop myself from cumming. "Isn't she sexy?" he said, looking at her. "My fucking cock is rock hard. I never tire of the sight of her lifting her dress like that. It's as though she's saying . . ." ". . . I love you," she murmured. "I'm saying I want you to look at me. I want you to touch me and do all sorts of naughty things to me." "Exactly," he said. "Take your dress off, my love. Take it off and let Tony see you in just your knickers." She lifted the dress over her head and shook her hair free. "Isn't she just a perfect angel?" he said. "If that doesn't make everyone's cock hard, then nothing will. I wish the whole world could see her like this." "You should put her pix on the internet. I know a picture hosting site you can use. Not child porn, but erotic stuff like this." "Oooh, yes, Daddy, I wanna be on the internet." "Just picture it," I said, "thousands of guys all over the world, looking at her and wanking themselves silly." Hugh groaned, clearly thrilled by the idea. I stood there in front of them, my cock still protruding out of my boxers and Hugh leaned towards me, trying to get my cock in his mouth again, but I stepped back and dropped to my knees. "My turn now," I said and fished his cock out of his boxers. Like my own, it was uncut and as hard as a diamond. I took it in my mouth. From the corner of my eye I could see Cindy gazing at me, her lips parted in a sly smile. "I think you like sucking my daddy just as much as I do," she said. "Isn't it marvelous. It's so hard, but the skin is so soft. Daddy likes to cum in my mouth. Do you like the taste? I love it. He likes to cum on my face, too. That's so cool." I've sucked a lot of dicks in my day, and Hugh's was no different from most, but being watched by his preteen daughter made it more thrilling than any other cock I'd had, and I could sense that he was revelling in the sensation of revealing his gay lust to his little girl. Suddenly, he pushed my head away. Clearly, he was just on the edge, like I'd been. "Take Cindy's knickers off," he commanded. This was a first for me. To hear a daddy tell you to take his daughter's knickers off is not something you hear every day. Cindy obligingly stood and let me slide her underpants down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. "Dah, dah!" he sang, spreading her feet and throwing her arms in the air. "Look at me! I'm naked! I love being naked. Am I beautiful, Tony?" "Fuckin' adorable!" "You like my cunt?" she asked, spreading her lips with her finger tips.' "It's picture perfect. It looks like a little flower." "And it tastes delicious," said Hugh. "I want you to let Tony lick it, darling. Go on, make Daddy happy. Lie back on the couch, yes like that, spread your legs. Go on, Tony, get your face in there. Make my little girl happy. I want you to make her cum. She cums for me, don't you, Sweetheart and I know you'll cum for Tony." I'm no stranger to licking pussy, but I'd never licked a girl this young before. I was surprised at her reaction. She gripped the back of my head and pulled my into herself. Her hips were thrusting to meet my tongue which I pushed into her vulva as far as it would go, and when I started licking her little bud, she went wild, gasping and groaning. I could feel her heels digging into my back. I could hear her daddy saying, "Oh, yeah, yeah! Lick her cunt. Eat her perfect little pussy, Tony. Fucking great! I think I'm gonna cum in my pants." That was when Cindy let out a final big gasp and suddenly relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at her, naked, splayed out on the couch, trying to get her breath back. Then I looked at Hugh. He had his hands behind his head as he looked down at his cock which was twitching. "Don't you dare cum," I called. "Jesus, that was close!" he grunted. "It's okay, I'm still good to go, but I think we'd better take a break and cool down." ___________________________________________________________ We took our beers out to the garden and settled down on two chaise lounges beneath big umbrellas, two handsome guys in their boxers. Cindy offered her nude body in various lewd poses as Hugh filmed it all with his camcorder. "Go and sit on Tony's lap," he said to her. She looked across at me, sprawled out on my back, my rigid cock poking out of the fly of my boxers. She grinned. "Straddle his hips, Sweetheart." I looked at him and we both know that it would bring her sweet little pussy in conctact with my cock. He nodded at me. Cindy placed her feet either side of the lounge, lowered herself until her bum rested on my thighs, then brought her knees up beside my chest. Then as her daddy grinned excitedly, she slowly slid her body up until her pussy was pressing my cock against my stomach. I could feel her wetness. Hugh knelt down beside us for a close up shot. Then she lifted her body and he reached out with one hand and took hold of my cock, aiming it at her pussy. "Sit on it, Cindy," he croaked, his voice hoarse with lust. "Let him fuck you! Fuck her, Tony! Fuck my little kid! Fuck her brains out!" "Oh God, I love you," I cried, as she lowered her body and my cock slid smoothly inside her. "Oh, my sweet darling, you're so fucking sexy. Look, Hugh, I'm fucking her! I'm fucking your daughter." "Oh, sweet Jesus!" he groaned. "I've never been so . . . Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." He was holding the camera steady with both hands so I was astonished when his cock, protruding out of his boxers, suddenly errupted with a long stream of thick, white cum which shot all over Cindy's bum, down her hip and on to my own hip. He had the presence of mind to hold the camera still as my gasps and groans told him that I was cumming too, and I thrust my hips up, my back arched as my cock fired pulses of cum into his little girl. I collapsed down on to the lounge, and Cindy lay on my chest with my arms round her. "Oh, fuck, that was the most exciting moment of my life. Thank you, Tony and thank you, Sweetheart. I love you so much." "I came again, Daddy. Tony made me cum." "I'm so proud of you, my darling." _________________________________________________________ After we showered we all went into his bedroom. "Can I borrow your underpants?" he asked. "With your cum stain on them?" "Sure. I love wearing other guys' undies." "Take them as a gift from me." "Take a look through my underwear drawer," he said, "and pick something out." I selected a pair of full cut, translucent white nylon panties and pulled them on. You could see my cock perfectly through them. "Sexy!" he said. "Cool!" said Cindy. We went downstairs for lunch. ________________________________________________________ By mid afternoon, we were feeling randy again. Cindy had gone off to spend the afternoon with a friend, so Hugh and I were alone in the back garden, still dressed in undies. We play back the video, our cocks rigid. "I want to thank you again," he said. "You've liberated me. I've been carrying a guilty burden around for years, but now that you know, I feel free. All my guilt has evaporated. I want you to come and visit us any time you like and you can fuck my little girl as much as you like. Fuck her brains out, just as long as I can watch." "And when I'm not here?" "Then I can fuck her myself. I can finish what I started all those years ago. If she were here right now and I asked her to let me fuck her, would you be jealous?" "Shit, no! I'd love to watch you, and film you, too." Without warning, he reached across and took hold of my dick. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want you to savagely abuse me, to ram your maginifcent cock right up my arse as far as it will go, rape me, humiliate me, make me your sex slave." He stood up and dropped the turquoise silk boxer, then knelt down with his upper body lying across the chaise lounge. I knelt behind him, my cock rigid, and touched the tip against his hole. He shivered with delight. One good thrust and I was inside him, all the way up to the hilt. "Fuck me!" he called. "Fuck my faggotty arse! Ram it in me, all the way! Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Harder, harder! Do anything you like to me. Oh, shit, this is fantastic!" I sensed that someone was there, and looked up to see that Cindy had come home, wearing that same short white dress she'd had on that morning, the sun backlighting her so that the shape of here preteen body was perfectly sillhouetted. She stood, looking at us as I pounded away. Being watched made everything so much sexier, that I suddenly came inside him, my hips slamming against his bum. "That's so fucking cool!" she said. The end.