Richard Van Dorne - Daddy_s delight

The brilliant spring sunshine streamed in through the large open bay window. A soft, pleasant breeze was rustling the trees, most of them tall oaks in this part of Evanston, and their shadows danced energetically against the far wall of young June Donovan's room.

June turned over on the bed, squinting and shielding her eyes from the brightness that played over her sleep-softened twelve year old face. Her long glossy blonde hair cascaded over the pillow, forming a soft honey-colored cushion for her head which lay prettily framed against it. Only a thin sheet protected her ripely maturing young body from that cooling breeze blowing in gentle and warm through the open window.

June stretched and yawned, her shapely young breasts dislodging the sheet with their movement. She had the body of a lush young Venus which any interested observer could have traced in detail through the clinging sheet only barely concealing the high-set, rounded breasts whose taut-tipped nipples showed so clearly through the thin cotton fabric. The sheet tapered down over a tiny, girlish waist to round hourglass hips of newly acquired proportions. Her belly was flat and smooth, and the soft little mound of her pussy swelled gently upward between full well-shaped thighs. From there her long shapely legs tapered downward to the very tips of her toes poking high under the covering sheet.

June had the sort of developing body that would have attracted attention on any street – admiring attention from the most discriminating of men, envious attention from too-old women who had not looked that good even when they were twelve. Wherever she went, eyes were always on her depravity-inciting young body, her long blonde hair and her fine-boned, pouty-lipped features. It would have been asking too much to expect people not to stare, even though June was only twelve years old. For she had that sort of body and looks that epitomized everything that was considered youthfully beautiful – and sexy. Her honey-blonde hair framed a heart-shaped young face that invariably turned heads. Her bright blue eyes were large and full of innocence, with long dark lashes. She had a tiny uptilted nose and a ripe red young mouth that beckoned even when she was frowning. Her complexion was very smooth and without blemish, slightly tanned and with twin roses in her cheeks. To say that June was a beautiful child was slightly an understatement. To say that she was proportioned altogether too sexily for a twelve year old girl was hitting the nail right on the head. She had that sort of blonde, youthful, developing allure every man dreams of.

Lazily, she yawned again and laid her golden head back down on the pillow. According to the clock on the bureau, it was much too early to get ready for school. Closing her eyes again, she faded off dreamily into a half-dozing, half-wakeful state.

It was during this brief period that Daddy came to her again.

Her eyelashes flickered slowly on her drooping eyelids. She could see her daddy very dearly now. He was holding his massive penis in one hand, lifting it up over his mature hair-covered testicles, totally naked except for the festooning of his trousers around his ankles. His eyes glowed wildly, totally un-daddy-like. Guy Donovan almost never looked like that at his daughter – at any rate not that she'd ever noticed – yet in this half-dream hallucination he was standing before her with his penis in his hand, some sort of milky droplets glistening in the small opening at its peak, his eyes shining with desire.

Just like in that biology book Ronald showed me, June thought with one part of her half-dozing mind. His penis seemed quite huge, thick and swollen with blood, and covered with a roadmap tracery of throbbing blue veins. The dozing girl's nostrils flared, and she felt her heart palpitate swiftly, a vein throbbing openly in her smooth clear temple. Instinctively her trembling fingers moved lightly down over the heaving mounds of her shapely breasts, down over her nicely curved belly, then down… into the soft, blonde pubic triangle between her shivering legs.

A soft gurgle rose from her throat as her fingers slipped in through the smooth, moist opening of her cuntal lips and further still towards her softly in-sucking vaginal mouth. June began breathing heavily as she pushed her fingers in through the velvet smooth wetness, then pulled them out again with an enervating little gasp. Her unseeing eyes flew open for a minute and then fluttered closed again as her middle finger began to slip faster in and out of the warmly seeping slit of her pussy.

In her mind's eye, Daddy became her lover. He came to her with his immense penis in his hand, spread her legs wide apart, and struggled forward with his hairy legs in order to seek entrance in the warm moist opening of what Ronald had called her "cunt". For some time now she had thought of it as that, although the biology book he'd showed her had referred to the opening between her legs as her "vagina" and this was what her mother called it as well during the nervous session when she had explained to her where babies came from.

But she had known that for so long. Yet somehow she hadn't wanted to tell her mother that she knew already – that was how secrets built up. Ronald, her fifteen year old cousin who went to Wilmette High School, across the street from Niles Township Junior High, had told her all about where babies came from long ago. She hadn't believed it at first – how could she possibly believe that her mother would let her father do a thing like that? Put his penis inside of her mother… she couldn't believe it at first… at first it had seemed too dirty to believe…

But gradually the young pre-teen's feelings about "sex" had changed and she had come to accept it. Walking around, observing people, it occurred to her that everyone was the product of that lewd act and that therefore it couldn't really be "dirty"! Because if everybody were absolutely "clean" with respect to sex, then there wouldn't be any people in the world, would there?

And once her mind and feelings opened toward sex, and she had come to accept it as natural, then her curiosity escalated as well. Particularly with respect to how it would feel for her, herself, once her vagina should ever have the chance to clasp a male penis within its hot sexy grasp.

And with all of this spinning through her impressionable young mind, June had come to wonder about Daddy.

Daddy. Who seemed to keep her mother so blissfully happy that she was always singing about the house, when she did the dishes, or the washing, or put out the food for Brute, their handsome German shepherd, or fixed a meal for the whole family…

Brute…

Her sex-drugged mind conjured up the image of their powerful big watchdog. What a good dog Brute was. She could remember not so long ago when he was a little puppy what fun they used to have scampering about in the little park across the alley from the house. What a good, kind dog he was. And so affectionate.

Of course, Brute was very far from being a puppy now. Indeed, he had grown so fast she had quite lost track of him. Now he was powerful and adult, with a strong masculine personality emanating from his handsome canine features. No harm could ever come to the family while Brute was around. He had a guardian quality about him, forbidding to outsiders but friendly and loving for them. He stood guard like a sentinel over a museum case full of precious jewels. No harm could ever befall the Donovan family while Brute was there. He was guardianship personified.

The dozing girl's fingers moved faster and faster through the warm slippery folds of her young cunt, as a groan of exquisite joy escaped her parted lips. But how had she started thinking of Brute? Daddy was the one she wanted to think of. He kept her turned on. Brute could only be a distraction. In the year-and-a-half since she had begun masturbating, she had thought of almost nothing but Daddy, even though cousin Ronald had once tried to play with her body in a way that she had to confess afterward was pretty exciting.