My beautiful Daughter.
I really hate to waste all this space in a preamble to my stories. I thought the one I had at the beginning of the stories I edited so far would have been sufficient, but it seems the self appointed pedo police are hell bent there are minor children in my fictitious fantasy stories.

I have always been fond of small dicks and pussies. The problem is some of you think only young children possess them. My dick has always been little. Yet I am not a child. I know women that have tiny tits, little pussies, and no hair down there. They are not children either. And that’s in the real world. In Fantasy Land, the guys and gals alike can be short, skinny, and hairless without being minors.

As a matter of fact, there is an island in Fantasy Land that puts restrictors on all its males’ penises to keep them little after puberty, much the same as the Japanese do their women’s feet. The girls use a special cream that shrinks the vagina. I mean, what girl wants a big sloppy pussy when all the men have tiny pencil dicks?

I can’t tell you the name of the island for security reasons, but I can tell you it isn’t Fantasy Island. All of its citizens stay young looking and never gain much stature. No one ever dies there. Its due to some chemical in the soil. That’s the reason for the security. Otherwise there’d be a stampede of dumb asses (Pedo Police included) storming the fictitious beach ruining the lives of these wonderful people.

For those of you who have a little common sense, I apologize for being blunt. For those of you that don’t, please get some. I have searched far and wide up and down Fantasy Road for many a year to find the characters I was looking for.

First I found a cute little midget. He is very petite, but unlike David Bennent who was eighteen and looked ten, when he starred as Honeythorn Gump in Legends, my midget is twenty one and could pass for twelve in short shorts. Trust me. Twelve he ain‘t. The mother fucker had a twelve inch dick when I first saw him. It seems a lot of folks in Fantasy Land have twelve inch dicks. Most of them are as fictitious as their dicks.

I couldn’t deal with the cute little bastard having all that dick, so I cut it off for him and sewed a skinny pencil dick in its place. You can find those all up and down the road in Fantasy Land. They are a dime a dozen. Then I slapped the silly bitch around for awhile until he got a bad case of amnesia. At that point I told him he is my twenty one year old little boy. He, not wanting more amnesia treatments, believes he is so.

The little fucker also plays any character I ask him to. Since that time I have acquired several other characters the same way. They all play different characters in my many stories. They all do what I tell them to, but they won’t touch a part portraying a young child. They’ll let me tell about a person’s childhood, but that’s about it.

Melinda, the only one that doesn’t mind me using her real fictitious name, is one of three girl characters I have acquired other than the ones from the island. Melinda is twenty three. She will occasionally play a girl as young as sixteen, but refuses to stoop any lower. She is smooth, petite and very desirable. The only problem I had with her was her pussy was all hairy and loose. I couldn’t stand that. I did laser hair removal on her and I must say she looks sweet being that smooth and hairless.

I got one of those African head hunter guys to help me with her big old nasty pussy. He used his head shrinking magic to make her pussy small and tight to my delight. I convinced her to have breast reduction surgery. I love a flat chested bitch.

I like em small and she had always wanted to look a little boyish. She may even play a guy part at some time or the other. Who knows. When she does, it will still be a fictitious part. She looks like a young girl. So much so, I have to lie about her age. The bitch couldn’t get into a G rated movie without her fictitious parents. She doesn’t like anything real. Not many in Fantasy Land do.

I also use some of the folks from the island. I like that because they work cheap and I don’t have to cut off their dicks nor do I have to give them amnesia treatments. This also lets me avoid dealing with the head hunter. That dude’s a little weird for my tastes.

True, I call some of them little boys and little girls. Some of them are quite naïve when it comes to sex, but that is only because their fictitious Fathers were very protective of them as they weren’t growing up. Bottom line, there are no fucking children in my fantasy stories. Fictitious or otherwise. I would like for you folks that have pedophilia stuck in your minds to either get past the dumb shit or quit reading my stories. The rest of you can feel free to enjoy.

Haley is a very long and complicated story. It is nearly book length. Probably thirteen chapters. There is a lot going on in it. I built the characters up slowly to allow you, the reader to relate to them. Haley’s childhood is described, but the references to sex when she was a child are the normal curiosity type stuff all parents had to deal with as their children progressed in age. Believe me, once the sex stuff started, she was of age for this site.

Unlike my previous stories, the characters portrayed in the sex scenes in this story are younger than twenty one. However they are at least sixteen. If you think they are younger, perhaps I could recommend a good therapist to help you get children out of your mind. This story is not for you folks that want a quick nut. It is for the more sophisticated reader who while he still wants plenty of sex, also enjoys some plot.

For the technical aspects of the story, I use the things I know to add credibility to the events in the story. The rest I simply make up using wording that makes it seem probable. I apologize that some of it will not stand up to scientific reasoning. It isn’t meant to. This is all fantasy. Happy reading.

Haley Part Two

Chapter Two

I have been worried about a problem I seem to have developed over the last two weeks. I started having wet dreams. I have one every night without fail. My underpants are a smelly mess by morning. I actually reek of sex when I awaken. I am afraid Haley may smell it or worse yet see I am all wet up.

I don't understand why I am having them. I beat off frequently enough I shouldn't be having them. They are accompanied by really sexy thoughts. I know they are sexy, but I can never seem to remember any of the details. All I know for sure is my under pants are soaked in cum by the time I awake. I am afraid Haley is going to notice they are wet. I am not prepared to explain it to her. I wouldn't really know how, but I don't want her to think I am pissing my pants either.

I decided to move Haley to her own bed to keep her from finding out about my pants getting wet every night. Tonight would be her last, that would give me one more day to figure out how to break it to her. It will probably be harder on me than it will on her. I will really miss holding her close at night. It was always nice being able to watch her undress before she hopped into the bed beside me. It was quite a sight.

Haley looked so cute as she slowly removed her clothes. We climbed in the bed. Haley was snuggling up close as usual. Haley went to sleep right away. I drifted off shortly afterward. Later that night, I was having a really wonderful dream where this chick was rubbing my dick while I sat next to her at the pool.

I became worried everyone at the pool would see it if I shot off in my pants while she was doing it, but at the same time I was so excited about having her do it, there was no way for me to tell her to stop. As I was getting ready to come, I awoke in a stupor only to realize someone was still rubbing my penis ever so gently. I lay there basking in bliss as I ejaculated into my swim suit.

Suddenly I sat bolt upright in the bed. Something was seriously wrong with this picture. I was awake. I wasn’t at any damned pool. I wasn’t wearing a swimsuit. Someone just beat me off into my under pants. That would normally be a wonderful thing. The problem was Haley was the only other person in the room with me and she still had her hand in my pants.

That was not a pleasant thought. I was always careful not to traumatize Haley, especially when I was disciplining her. I have developed the habit of thinking before I acted. This was an awkward situation. I didn't want to scare Haley by snatching her hand out of my pants, or yelling at her, but I couldn't let her continue to play with it. She was still absent mindedly rubbing her hand up and down it. Haley didn't seem to care that it was wet.

To make matters worse, she made it feel sooooo good. Haley really knew how to do it. I finally found my tongue. "Haley, what are you doing?" I said it quietly and calmly to prevent upsetting her. Haley and I had developed a closeness where we talked about anything she was curious about. She trusted me implicitly. She was still rubbing my thing. "Daddy, am I doing something wrong?" Obviously Haley didn't see anything wrong with what she was doing.

I felt very bad. My young daughter just finished jerking me off and she isn't ready to stop on her own. At this point, I had no idea what to tell her, but I needed to tell her something and tell her soon. My dick was getting hard again. I started to explain, "No honey, you aren't doing anything wrong. It is a normal part of life. When you grow up and get married, you will be doing this with your husband. The only problem with what you are doing is who you are doing it with."

Haley took the hint removing her hand from my pants. Haley laid beside me for several minutes quietly licking my cum off of her hand. I didn't want her eating it, but I didn't really know what to tell her to do with it, besides she had pretty well finished it all by the time I thought I should tell her to wipe it off with a tissue. I just let it go and didn't say anything.

I told her, "It isn't right for you to do it with me." She interrupted me innocently. "I don't understand. You seemed to enjoy it these last few weeks. I thought you liked it. That's why I kept doing it for you. I think its fun. I like the way it feels in my hand. I only touched it the first time out of curiosity. I felt it brush up against me one night and it felt neat. I wanted to feel it in my hand. I like the way it feels when it gets wet. If you let me keep doing it for you, I promise I won't ever tell anybody."

"Haley, I understand how you feel, but I am your Father. Daughters aren't supposed to do that with their Dads." Haley started crying. "I'm sorry Daddy. I thought I was doing something special with you. Now, you are mad at me." I cuddled my daughter close in my arms. My still hard dick accidentally brushed against her nude body through my already cum soaked underpants. I could see the wetness it left on her little butt. If Haley noticed it, she showed no signs of it. She had to have noticed, after all I got her pretty wet.

I wasn't going to bring it up either. I actually found it somewhat embarrassing that I had smeared my juice across the side of my own daughter's ass. Unfortunately, under the present circumstances there really was no way I could console her without her hitting a wet spot.

As much as I knew I needed to get up and clean myself off, I felt Haley's feelings on this issue outweighed the fact she was practically wallowing in my cum, besides she had already eaten some of it. "No Sweetie Pie, I am not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. I just can't let you do that. It just isn't right."

"Daddy, I still don't understand. I love you and I want you to be happy. I know about sex. The other kids at school talk about it all the time. I know that's how I got here. The girls say guys get a drive to do it because of the way they are. They can't help it. When a guy's thing gets hard it means he wants some." I wanted to explain it further, but it was obvious she had something on her chest and she just had to get it off, so I let her continue.

"You are a guy, Daddy, so you need it sometimes too. I noticed you got hard at night. Sometimes I could see it bulging at your pants during the day. I thought you were horny and might need some attention. Mom isn't here any more so she can't do it for you. The thing that is scaring me is I am afraid you will find someone to take her place.”

“I don't want anyone to come in here. I can't share you with someone else. I like it being just you and me. Please Daddy let me do it for you so you won't find somebody else. If you do it for me now, when I get older, I can give you a son like you've always told Mamma you wanted."

I suddenly realized this wasn't going to be easy. Haley was so worried I would marry someone she was prepared to be my sex partner to prevent someone from taking my attention away from her. It wasn't a topic I wished to discuss with my daughter, but I also realized it would be a serious mistake to ignore her feelings about it. "Honey, I didn't want to have this conversation with you. Well, not this soon anyway. I guess its time to have it now. We'll talk about your last comment when I finish."

I took the time to explain all about sex, so I would be sure she had the right information. I was surprised at what she knew about sex. It was amazing how little of it she had wrong. She didn't know it all, but she knew a hell of a lot more than I would have expected a girl her age to even imagine. I also explained about masturbation and that it was used to take care of any urges you got when it wasn't appropriate to do it with someone else.

When I finished, Haley asked innocently, "Daddy, do you masturbate?" I should have been embarrassed, but Haley and I have a special kind of relationship. "Yes, I do. I have desires and that relieves the tension at times." "Where do you do it Daddy? I haven't seen you do it." "I do it when I am in the bathroom. I take one of the magazines I hide from you, to look at while I do it."

Haley giggled at that. "Oh, those magazines. I found out where you kept them last year. I always wondered what you used them for. Will I ever look like the girls in those magazines? One more thing, Daddy. Can I see how you do it? You could look at me instead of the girls in the magazines. I know you like looking at me in the nude. That's why I try to stay naked as much as I can. I like it when you look at me. It makes me feel special."

I am astounded. I can't believe I am having this conversation with my young daughter. "Yes, one day you will look like the girls in the magazines and no you can't watch me do it. Daughters do not have sex with their Dads. I do like looking at you, but I don't see you that way. I don't know if I could do it looking at you anyway."

"Even if it was alright to let you continue doing it for me, which it isn't, That's not all there is to it. Eventually I would need other things. I just couldn't imagine you doing them. I also couldn't take the chance of you getting pregnant." Haley piped in at this point. "Daddy, I have been doing it for you for a long time." She said this like two weeks is a long time.

I didn't interrupt her. "Nothing bad has happened. Both of us liked it. I can do all of the other stuff if you just show me how, besides, I like the way it tastes when I lick it off of my hand. I really would like to see how it would be to get it all in my mouth.”

“If you don't love me enough to want my child, you needn't worry about getting me pregnant. You can get me birth control pills from your doctor friend. Just explain to him they are for a shy friend. He will understand your feelings and supply them for you. He would never think they were for me. Then we can do it all. That way we will always be together."

"Haley. I love you dearly. I love you more than anything in the world. Not wanting you to have a baby has nothing to do with my love for you, nor my not wanting your baby. If you were to have a baby, I would love it just as much as I do you. It has only to do with me not wanting you to have a baby until you get married and are ready to have your own family. Do you understand?" Haley looked concerned as she innocently stated, "Yes, Daddy. I understand. When I am old enough, we can get married. Then I can give you a baby."

I tried explaining it to her again, but I just wasn't getting through. Finally I flat stated, "Haley, we cannot have sex together. You are most certainly not going to have a baby by me. Get the idea out of your head." Haley started crying and screamed, "You don't love me enough to do it with me. I would just die if you brought someone else in here."

She was so upset. I sat there thinking about what I could say to get her to understand what I am trying to tell her. She was crying hysterically. Suddenly, I had a terrible thought come through my mind.

I found myself thinking, "Damn, Haley is torn apart. What can I do? She did make me feel really good and I really, really enjoyed it. She wants to do it really, really bad. She is right. She has already been doing it for the last two weeks and it really didn't cause any harm. What will it hurt to let her do it for awhile longer. Eventually she will realize it isn't right and will quit doing it.”

I found myself saying, "OK, Haley, I'll tell you what we'll do. You can play with it whenever you want to. It will be on a trial basis. I will not refuse to let you do it when you want to, but when you do, you will have to decide when you want to do it and you will have to do all the asking."

"I will not tell you to do it, nor will I ask you to do it. You can do it any where in the house you want to. Whenever you decide to quit, it will be over. I will still love you either way. Also I promise that no matter what you decide, It will only be you and me. I will never bring anyone here to live with us. If you ever decide to, you can get naked and if you promise to keep your eyes shut, I will see if I can shoot off looking at you. If I can, I promise to let you watch me masturbate. Maybe not right away, but eventually. Fair enough?"

Haley was sniffling and her face was wet with tears. She still looked pretty hurt. Poor Haley actually believed my refusal to have sex with her meant I didn't love her. At first, Haley looked at me like she wasn't sure what I had given in to was enough. What she really wanted was to have full blown sex with me.

I knew I was getting into a precarious situation with my young daughter, but I didn't know what else to do. Eventually Haley snuggled up in my arms saying, "Its a deal Daddy. I love you dearly. I always will. I will never tell anybody about it. I won't ever quit either. Promise me you will think about letting me do it all for you. I really want to feel you inside me."

I was blown away. My daughter has just informed me she is looking forward to me fucking her. I guess she decided this would be better than nothing. I hugged her. "I promise, I'll think about it. I also want to be very clear on this subject. I already promised I will not bring anyone else into the house.”

“It will be just you and me until you grow up and move out on your own. When you go out on your own, the time will be your decision. However I will not allow you to go on your own until you are at least twenty one. You are welcome to stay here with me as long as you like after you become an adult. The point I want you to remember is what I am allowing you to do is not normal."

"Other kids don't do it with their Dad's. I will do my best to assure you have a normal childhood other than what we just agreed to. Even though I am going to let you do it when ever you want, you need to understand it has nothing to do with my not bringing anyone here. In other words you don't have to do it for me to keep it being just you and me. You already have that, even if you never do it for me. Do you understand?"

Haley looked up into my eyes as she beamed, "Yes. Daddy. I understand perfectly. I want to do it because I really love you a whole lot. I want to show you just how much by taking care of those needs for you. It wouldn't be fair to have you promise not to find someone else and not provide you with some relief from your desires. Besides, I think it's fun and I want to do it all."

Actually, I fully expected her to do it for a month or so and realize it wasn't her bag. Then she would stop. I had no intention of having her do anything else. I just couldn't imagine fucking my own daughter. With that, Haley snuggled closer as I felt her hand slip back into my under pants. I hadn't expected her to start that soon. I made a deal with my daughter and now I had to honor it.

All I could do was lay back and enjoy. It was very difficult watching her lick her hand clean when she finished. It was even harder when she started swiping it all off my dick and belly with her fingers and eating it. I just couldn't bear to forbid Haley to eat it as she enjoyed it so much. Haley would often get a look on her face that made me realize she wanted to put her mouth between my legs and do it for real. I guess she was afraid I might make her stop doing me if she did. Of course she was right. If she did, I most certainly would stop her.

To be continued………………………………............

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2012-09-10 08:19:47
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2012-02-13 23:38:29
To informative but not convincing, what is it you wanted to be convinced of? The daughter loves her father in more ways than one. The father is slowly finding he loves her the same. What is missing is Part 3. The chapters are not stand alone stories. One needs to read them all as each builds on the other. I will be working on Part 3 soon.

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2012-02-13 12:08:15
Hi! Everyone who reads this blog - Happy Reconciliation and Accord..!!

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2012-02-13 11:45:39
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2012-02-13 11:23:02
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