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Daddy Loves My Hairy Pussy

     Yesterday when I got home from school, I heard sounds in my room. No one was supposed to be home so I wondered if mommy hired a maid to clean my messy room. I felt really bad for her so I got a drink from the refrigerator to see if she would like one.

      I opened my bedroom door and it was daddy, not a maid! I couldn’t believe what I saw! Daddy was naked on my bed, covered in my dirty panties. He had one over his mouth, others on his body, and jerking his cock. 

He looked surprised and guilty, but that didn’t stop him from moaning and jerking. He even had a few of my pubs hanging out his mouth. Oh my god, daddy! 

Then it got even weirder. He begged me to give him the panties I was wearing. He even offered me money for my pubs.

Then daddy confessed. He said he was addicted to my pubs. After I shower he takes my bath puff and pulls off all the hair with his teeth. He even checks the toilet area for some. 

Daddy is so addicted to my pubs!

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Written By: Emily
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Dumb Fucking Loser

            Man, are you one fucking dumb ass!  Every time I’m over babysitting, you try and touch me. You get the same reaction from me. Get your old, nasty, dirty hands off of me!  Yet…. you still try!

Guess what? Today is going to be different. You got one of those cute little pools. Not a real one, but the kind only desperate losers have. It’s hot and you’re such a stupid man, so I think I’ll get into your tiny, boring pool in my undies. What are you looking at, fucker?

        Now you’re taking off your clothes to get in with me. Let’s see what that gets you. Dang, that thing is tiny. Do you fuck your wife with that little thing?

My boyfriend is going to join us. You’re going to do whatever we say, or I’m calling your little wifey! Get to sucking, loser!

 

Written By: Torrie
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Intrusive Thoughts

             You had your first violent dream when you were too young to even know what rape was. It was about your pretty neighbor and her daughter. You dreamt  that when you were finished with her, you went to her daughter’s room. When you woke up, your sheets were wet.

The dreams continued and you found you couldn’t wait until bedtime. A few years later, the dreams entered your head with very intrusive thoughts. It was hard to even concentrate. Those twisted thoughts gave you the most exciting feelings in your pants.

You decided to take a year off before entering college. You’re quite brilliant and graduated years before your friends.  You backpacked through Europe and found the very exciting hostels.

The first person was a street kid and who would miss her. The second was a prostitute. You figured she got what she deserved. Now you needed more, something even more risky. Perhaps, taking the girls and boys from the hostel?

You could do that, of course, but why? Woman are attracted to your looks and intelligence. Don’t you think it’s time to hit up one of those snobby five star hotels and to take what you want?  

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Daddy’s Girl

           I think I have a little, tiny problem. It’s really not my fault! It NEVER is my fault. I mean, I’m way too cute to be blamed for anything! 

             Sometimes you meet a boy and you just know he’s for you. You know it so much that your little cotton panties get wet. As soon as we moved to my mommy’s old neighborhood, and I saw my handsome older neighbor, I just knew it. People always say a girl is attracted to men like her daddy. I don’t know about that, but I do know my neighbor is hot!

  Even though my mommy forbade it, I boldly introduced myself. I visited him often, almost every day.  We did many naughty things together. I can’t tell you what they were, but if you only knew!

Now it seems my tiny problem is a huge one, and getting bigger all the time! You catch my drift?  Giggles. I was riding him and then he said something. I acted shocked but somehow it made things even hotter as I came over and over on his huge cock.

My neighbor knew mommy when she was my age. I guess that was why she forbade me to visit him. They also did things together, just like him and I. Have you guessed our little secret?

 

Written By: AJ
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Sleepaway Camp

     I know it makes no sense to most, but I love being a Jr. counselor at camp. It’s fun being in charge and making the campers do whatever I want! Plus, the riding instructor wants to fuck me, so he does whatever I ask. I made him get a bunch of booze for our first cabin party.

The pay here is really minimal, but I found some interesting ways to make bank.  That is where the booze and the sexy lingerie I brought fit in.

Once the boring counselors are asleep, the party begins. I get the girls drunk and into sexy lingerie. They don’t know it, but I’m live streaming it all. Drunk girls dancing around and kissing each other. We need boys too. I text the riding instructor, hiking instructor, and even the cook.

You know they get so fucking horny looking at those tight, young bodies. I sure do remember when I was a camper!

The guys have arrived and the girls are drunk and horny. Now, it’s a fucking party! 

 

Written By: Torrie
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Tummy Troubles Again!

          This has been the most annoying month so far. My parents have a remark for everything I do. They’re ruining my summer! I could pack some things and just take off for awhile. 

Where would I go? I would stay with my neighbor, but it’s a bit too close to home. 

Maybe I should just see what he thinks. Maybe he could take me somewhere, like a road trip!  Then there would be no parents and we could do whatever we want.

  I tried putting on my favorite shorts. They wouldn’t even zip up. Too much time spent at The Dairy Queen. I know! Maybe some cute lingerie. No one is home and I can just run across the street in lingerie and a beach cover-up.

He opens his door and I smile and drop my cover-up.  His eyes go right to my cute tummy. Not him too? Why is everyone looking at my tummy?

 

Written By: AJ
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Daddy’s Computer

        I couldn’t believe what I saw when I accidentally bumped into my daddy’s computer and turned it on. There was all sorts of pictures of me and my friends. If you can even imagine this, we were getting dressed in some, showering in others, and oh my god, even peeing in the toilet!

Why would daddy be spying on us like that? Then I began to wonder about the other daddy’s computers. Did they also have pictures of us? Was it like some sort of Daddy Club?

The more I thought about it, the more oddly I began to feel. Maybe odd isn’t the right word. I felt this tingle and wetness between my legs. 

I slowly began touching my hairy pussy thinking about those daddies. I was rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples, but I needed more. I pushed my fingers into my throbbing pussy and I gasped. It felt so good and I needed more. I found a thick, red candle and began to suck it like a cock. 

Once it was wet from my saliva, I began to slowly slide it into my virgin pussy.  I started slow and then picked up the pace. I moaned so loud, I was glad I was all alone. Unless one of my friends wants to lend me their daddy!

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Written By: Emily
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AJ’s First Gynecologist Appointment

               

        I’m so mad! My mother must have heard me talking to my friends and now she has set up an appointment with her gynecologist. Eww gross! I don’t want an old man putting things in me, unless it’s his tongue or cock!

            I’m so bored while I wait in his office. I can hear them talking about me and what I may be doing with my sweet, little pussy. Just hearing them is sort of making me horny. You do know what girls do when we’re bored?  We get ourselves off, of course. A girl can never be too bored as long as she has a wet pussy. Giggles. 

All I hear is boys, men, and pregnancy. I’m getting so annoyed and so bored. I might as well undress now before he begins touching me.  Maybe if I cum a few times, the appointment won’t be so bad. 

I wouldn’t mind if you gave me a quick call, give me someone or something to masturbate too!  

 

Written By: AJ
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Breaking The Girl

 Money can buy anything, can’t it?  You have lots of it, but have become so very, very bored. Women just throw themselves at you because of your money and your good looks. 

         You have bought many things from the dark web. Porn, drugs, weapons but never a person, until yesterday. You found my cute, little ad and you immediately contacted me to put in your order. 

Young, tiny, skinny, and innocent. You’ve been fooled before by escorts and you hope I don’t try to pull a fast one and arrive with someone older. 

       I drive for hours with your purchase in my trunk. A deserted farm house, the things nightmares are made of. I take her in and get the rest of my fee. I give you your final instructions on what to do with her when you’re done. 

You take her to the barn. She’s coming out of her drug haze to see what are clearly implements of torture. She looks around to see you both are not alone. The last thing she remembers before the drugs all take effect is seeing her mother and father nude and putting their hands all over her. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Monsters Under The Bed

         Having a hard time sleeping knowing that in the next room your baby girl is having a slumber party? You wonder what they’re all doing? Are they dancing, looking at naughty things on their phones, or maybe they’re practicing kissing. That makes you so hard that you have to stroke your cock.

              You hear a sweet but sexy whisper. “Go to her room.” Then you hear it again. This is just crazy you think. The voice won’t stop, it’s like a chant. If you do it, you can’t be blamed. Something or someone is telling you to do it. You think if you don’t go, something bad will happen. 

 You stand by the closed door and listen. You hear giggling. You slowly open the door. It’s not your fault, is it?  The monster under your bed told you to do it!

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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