The Consequence of Innocence

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“Daddy, can I talk to you?”

Cameron looked up from his newspaper and saw his only daughter, Haley, watching him nervously from the doorway.

“Of course, sweetheart. What do you need?”

Haley moved into the room, twisting her fingers together in front of her. She cast her gaze down toward the floor, and Cameron was surprised to see her cheeks flaming. Haley’s mother had died young and Cameron had never bothered to remarry, so from eight to eighteen, he’d been all Haley had. And they had been close.

He had taught her about her period, told her the basics of the birds and the bees, answered any questions she might have about her changing body or what boys looked for in a girl. True, she had been pretty severely sheltered, especially since he had kept her homeschooled so that he could travel for business more easily. Still, they had always been able to talk about anything. What could possibly have her looking so uncomfortable?

She swallowed hard, then raised her gaze to meet his. “I think I need to go to the doctor,” she said quietly.

Cameron stood and crossed to her, running his hands down her arms as if checking for broken bones. “Are you all right? Are you sick? Hurt?”

“I… I’m not really sure, Daddy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

When she looked up at him this time, her eyes were brimming with tears. His heart began thundering in his chest. Haley rarely cried, so if she was on the verge of tears, she must be very distressed or in a lot of pain. He gathered her into his arms and returned to the couch, settling down with her on his lap.

“Hey now, hey, tell me what’s going on, okay?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” she mumbled.

“You know you can talk to me about anything,” he said firmly, although he was beginning to be afraid he knew what part of her was having the difficulty.

“It’s my vagina,” she said suddenly, her face reddening again. “It hurts.”

Cameron paused now, then said cautiously, “Tell me more, hon. Did you injure yourself?”

“No. It just hurts.”

He shifted. It could only get more awkward from here, but this was his little girl, after all. “Have you been, ah, touching it at all?”

“No,” she said, sounding puzzled. “Except to wash it or to wipe, I guess. Why would I?”

Evading her question, he racked his brain for what could be bothering her. “Describe the pain for me.”

Haley frowned in thought. “It aches,” she said finally. “A throbbing pain sort of like a toothache, I guess.”

Cameron groaned inwardly. He had a feeling he knew where this was leading now. “Are there any other symptoms I should know about? Any pain anywhere else or any other body part acting unfamiliarly?”

“Well… sometimes I, um, I guess, I sweat a lot? Down there? When I go to the bathroom sometimes I notice that my underwear is all wet but I haven’t started my period.”

Jesus fucking Christ, Cameron thought. His little girl was horny and had no idea. His cock began to throb beneath his daughter’s firm little bottom, and he shifted her slightly to keep her from feeling it swell.

He took a deep breath. “That’s all completely normal, sweetheart.”

“It is?” She looked at him dubiously. “How come it never happened before? How come I’m achy all the time now, especially when we get pizza delivered or I go out to tan when you’re mowing the lawn?”

Her admission shot a bolt of arousal straight to his cock. He knew Haley thought that the pizza delivery boy was cute. And he always mowed the lawn with his shirt off, rivulets of sweat trickling down his trim frame. So his little girl got aroused when he took his shirt off, he thought. He had to tread carefully here.

“Remember when we talked about how babies are made?”

“Yeah. A man puts his penis inside a woman’s vagina and squirts his semen in there, and then it gets into her uterus and makes a baby if she’s laid an egg that month.”

Cameron bit back a laugh even as his cock hardened even further at the no-nonsense way his daughter recited the facts of conception. “Not laid, exactly, more like if her Fallopian tube has released an egg.”

“Well, whatever,” Haley said with a reluctant smile. “What about it?”

“There are a few details I guess I left out. I told you about the mechanics of conception, but I didn’t tell you about what sexual intercourse is really like. I… I guess I thought we would talk about that when you asked, but…”

He shrugged, and Haley looked at him blankly. “Sex? I haven’t had sex. What does my vagina being in pain have to do with sex?”

Cameron signed. “Everything, I think. Did you ever wonder how exactly the penis gets inside the vagina?”

“I guess not,” Haley said. “I didn’t really think about it. It just… goes in, right?”

“Not exactly.” He paused again, a little unsure of how exactly to go on. “You’ve seen a penis before, right, Haley?”

Haley blushed again. “I’ve seen yours, like, in şişli escort the bathroom and stuff.”

“Right, so, you’ve seen it when it’s, um, soft. It, ah, hangs there between a man’s legs. When it’s time to make a baby, the penis gets hard and sticks out from the man’s body. And in order to make it easier for the penis to enter her, the woman’s vagina gets wet. It makes a sort of slippery liquid so the man can, uh, go inside her.”

“So,” Haley said slowly, “when my vagina is wet, it’s getting me ready to make a baby?”

“Something like that.”

“Why does it hurt, though?”

Cameron sighed again, softly. He wanted the question and answer session to be over so he could go into his bedroom and stroke himself off. But his daughter deserved answers. She needed to know about sex, about arousal, about her own body.

“Well, sweetheart, around the time a young person’s body becomes capable of making babies, their body starts telling them that it’s time to do that. One of the ways it does that is to send blood to a person’s genitals. It makes them sensitive to the touch, so a person feels pleasure when they have sexual intercourse. If they feel enough pleasure they will have an orgasm, which helps babies be made.”

Haley narrowed her eyes slightly. “What’s an orgasm?”

“It’s like a release of tension that’s very pleasurable, and makes the body contract and release. For a man, the body also releases his semen when he has an orgasm. For a woman, some scientists believe that an orgasm makes her cervix pulsate, bringing it into contact with the semen a man deposits in her vagina.”

Keep it clinical, Cam, he ordered himself. “You remember that the cervix is the entrance to the uterus, so, when the cervix swells closer to where the semen has been ejaculated, it’s more likely to get that semen into the uterus. Does that make sense?”

“I think so. So, my vagina is achy because my body is trying to tell me to make a baby. It’s ready to have an orgasm?”

Jesus, Cam thought again, she was killing him. He was sweating and his cock was hard as a rock now.

“That’s pretty much it, sweetheart. When your vagina is achy it’s because there’s more blood flow and your body is getting ready to try making a baby. When, ah, your vagina aches and gets wet when you see a cute boy–” He paused and cleared his throat before continuing. “Like the pizza delivery boy, it’s because your body is thinking, ‘ah ha, I’d like that boy to put his penis inside me and ejaculate to make a baby.'”

He swallowed hard and watched as Haley considered this. The way she lifted her gaze to search his face was unnerving, but she didn’t say anything for a long moment.

When she did speak again, her voice was quiet. “What if I’m not ready to make a baby, Daddy? Will my vagina ever stop aching?”

“It will happen more often when you’re young, when you have so many hormones flooding your system. As you get a little older, it will ease. But there is something you can do to relieve the ache temporarily. If you can, ah, give yourself an orgasm then usually the ache will subside for a while.”

“I don’t need a penis inside me to orgasm?”

“No. And actually, some women find it difficult to cum with a penis inside them.”

“Cum?” Haley echoed.

Cameron felt his face heat now. “Another word for orgasm,” he muttered. “Slang.”

“Cum,” she repeated, very softly.

His cock was throbbing in his pants. He needed to relieve the tension.

“If that’s everything you needed to know…”

“Wait, Daddy,” Haley said, and Cameron bit the inside of his lip to hide his frustration. “How do I give myself an orgasm?”

“Every woman is a little bit different, Haley, so I can’t tell you exactly what will work for you. But to achieve an orgasm you need to touch yourself, to find what feels good and keep doing it until you feel that release.”

“But how will I know?”

“Believe me, sweetheart,” he said with a short laugh, “you will know.”

“Okay, but touch myself how? I don’t want to do it wrong.”

“There’s no wrong way to do it. Just go up to your room, undress, and explore your body. Touch yourself and see where it feels good, and then touch yourself some more.”

“Right now?”

“Whenever you want to, sweetheart. Now would probably be a good time, if, ah, you’re feeling achy.”

“I am,” she said emphatically. “And I think I’m really, really wet, too.”

Unselfconsciously Haley spread her legs to glance between them and Cameron followed her gaze. The crotch of her pink panties was, indeed, completely soaked through.

“Wow,” he murmured.

“What, Daddy?”

Cameron shook his head. “Nothing. Go touch yourself, sweetheart. Have a good time. We can talk more tomorrow if you have more questions, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy. Thank you.”

Haley threw herself against him, hugging him tightly. Again he hoped that she couldn’t feel the swell of his erection against mecidiyeköy escort her hip. Once she had finally disappeared upstairs into her room, he went into his own bedroom and struggled to peel his jeans away from his massive erection.

It took only a few strokes, shamefully, to have him gritting his teeth against the shout that wanted to erupt as he blew his load. It was even more shameful that he was picturing Haley’s sweet face screwed up in concentration, her naked body writhing on her bed as she played with her own pussy. It was wrong, he knew it was. But he was only a man, wasn’t he?

Cameron changed into a pair of pajama pants and got into bed, thinking to distract himself with a good book until he fell asleep. The lights were turned down low and he was just beginning to feel sleepy when he heard a light tap on his door. Before he could say anything it opened. Haley was standing in the doorway dressed in an old threadbare shirt of his that she liked to wear to bed.

She was looking somewhat sheepishly down at the floor and Cameron felt his cock twitch. Was she coming in to tell him that she had been successful? That she had been cumming hard just down the hall from him?

“Dad,” she said, looking faintly embarrassed, “would you help me?”

“Help you?” he echoed.

“I don’t think I’m doing it right. Touching myself, I mean.”

Cameron blew out a breath. “I can’t really help you, sweetie. It’s… wrong.”

“Why?” She looked sincerely baffled. “You taught me how to ride a bike, and how to cook. How is teaching me about my body any different?”

He knew there was something logically wrong with her argument, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of what it was. Was there really anything so wrong with showing his little girl how to pleasure herself? Really, he thought, he would be helping to protect her. Teaching her to masturbate would give her an outlet for those feelings instead of going to the first cute boy she saw and risking pregnancy.

“Let’s go to your bedroom, sweetie,” he said finally.

Cameron followed Haley into her bedroom, hoping the childish pink frills and lace would help remind him that she was his daughter, his little girl, not a woman he hoped to bury his cock in. Without prompting, Haley hopped onto her bed, bouncing slightly, and lay back on her pillow.

“Why don’t you start by showing Daddy how you were touching yourself before?”

Haley spread her legs wide and raised the shirt she wore above her cute little belly button, exposing all of herself to her father. Cameron sat between her legs, trying not to drool at the sight of her puffy pussy lips with the slick pink center peeking out between them. She was covered all over with a very light sprinkling of soft downy hair, and beads of moisture sparkled on the few hairs that grew on her labia.

As he watched, Haley placed her hand hesitantly on her mound just above her slit and stroked herself. Every few strokes she ventured down over her labia, but jerked her fingers back each time as if burned.

Cameron was suddenly so hard it hurt. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on his little girl and her needs.

“And does that feel good, sweetheart?”

“It feels okay. So, am I doing it wrong?”

“Well, you’re not exactly touching the right parts, my love.” Cameron stood, turning so that his erection wouldn’t be visible to her, and retrieved her hand mirror from her dresser. He handed it to her, and nodded between her legs as he sat again.

“Go ahead and hold this between your legs where you can see yourself. Trust me,” he added with a smile when she frowned up at him.


When she had the mirror in place, he took one big hand and placed it on her mound, slid two fingers into the very top of her slit, and spread her pussy lips open to expose her fully. Haley whimpered softly and lifted her hips up toward his hand, but Cameron hardly noticed, so focused was he on the feel of her, soft and hot and very wet.

“Now,” he said, and he heard his voice rough with arousal, “you can touch anything you see here. It should all be sensitive to your touch, and you’ll discover what feels good. But the best place to touch is this right here, see this little bump? This is your clitoris, and it’s the most sensitive spot on your body.”

Before he could stop himself, he ran one fingertip over it lightly, to show her. Haley cried out and her hips jerked again.

Cameron knew he should leave now. He had introduced Haley to her clitoris, and it was up to her to discover what she could do with it. But now that he had touched her, now that the scent of her arousal was filling his nostrils, he had an ache in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to be the one to give his little girl her very first orgasm. He wanted to see what her face looked like as she came, to hear the sounds she made as she convulsed in pleasure.

“Do, ah, do you want Daddy to show istanbul escort you how to cum?”

Haley was lifting her hips toward him and could only nod frantically. A fresh trickle of juice ran from her slit, soaking into the sheets below her. His little girl was very, very aroused and needed to cum badly.

He ran his thumb up her slit, collecting her slippery juices, and then strummed her clitoris, lightly but rhythmically. Her hips began to buck and Cameron thought with some pride that he was going to make her cum faster than any other girl he’d been with. It was as if he knew just how to touch her.

“Are you ready to take over, baby girl? You want to touch yourself the way Daddy’s touching you?”

“No, Daddy, don’t stop! Please don’t stop, please.” She was moaning now, her head tossing side to side. “Oh!” she cried. “Oh, Daddy, it’s… I feel… I think it’s going to happen, Daddy!”

“That’s right,” Cameron urged her softly. “Cum for Daddy, sweetheart. Let it happen, go ahead and cum for Daddy.”

Haley threw her head back and moaned loudly, hips pumping up. She cried out for her daddy, over and over, and Cameron thought he might shoot right there in his pajama pants. His little girl was beautiful when she came. The smell of her was intoxicating.

He needed more.

Cameron settled between Haley’s thighs and began lapping at her pussy, swirling his tongue around her swollen clitoris. Her moans were sounding more like screams as he ate her out ferociously. She tasted amazing, like honey and cream and musk. He knew then that he would never get enough of his daughter’s sweet little cunt.

When he slid one finger into her, slowly, and battered her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, Haley arched her back and shrieked. “Daddy!” she cried. “Oh, Daddy, fuck!”

He had never heard his little girl curse before. She was going wild beneath his mouth as she orgasmed for him, her vagina clamping his finger tightly inside her and fresh juices spilling over his chin.

When he had pulled away from her and she slumped, looking dazed, back onto the bed, he gazed down at her. Her pajama shirt had risen above her tiny breasts with their pink nipples, looking hard enough to cut glass. Her flat stomach was heaving with the effort of catching her breath. Her pussy lips were shinier and slicker than ever, and her clitoris poked out from them, swollen from the abuse it had taken.

“Daddy,” Haley moaned softly. “I think your body wants to make a baby, too.”

Cameron looked down at himself, saw the massive tent in his pajama pants. Slowly he pulled them down, exposing his thick, hard cock to his daughter.

He maneuvered himself between her thighs, gripped the undersides of her and spread her as wide as he could. Bringing his cock to brush against her sopping wet entrance, he ruthlessly quashed the wave of guilt that threatened to erupt within him. Most of it, anyway.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, as he pressed forward and forced her pussy to swallow his cock balls deep.

Haley cried out, loudly, and Cameron felt a soft little pang. He had never wanted to hurt her. She was bucking slightly on him, over and over, whimpering now, trying to adjust to his size. Then a massive shudder rolled over her body and Cameron watched with surprise as her eyes rolled back in her head and she began to convulse. Her vagina tightened on him like a vice and to his surprise, she brought her hand down between them and began rubbing her clit so fast her hand was a blur.

It actually took him a moment to realize that she was cumming on his cock, and hard. She was lost in a world of her own pleasure, and it took everything he had to grit his teeth and keep from cumming that second.

Without warning he drew his hips back and slammed back into her, fucking her roughly, aggressively now.

“Yes, Daddy, YES! FUCK ME, oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m going to cum again, Daddy!”

“Shit,” Cameron grunted, struggling to hold back his orgasm as his daughter climaxed around him again. He fucked in her slow, steady strokes as she came down from her peak and looked up at him with dazed eyes.


“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are we going to make a baby?”

It was that moment, looking down at her swollen labia stretching around his wide cock, that he realized his cock was bare inside her utterly unprotected pussy. He had to pull out.

But it was too late. Haley gazed up and met his eyes, all innocence. “Daddy?” she said again. Cameron was lost. He gave three hard thrusts and then buried himself as deep in his daughter’s pussy as he could go, groaning loudly as he ejaculated against the entrance to her womb. He hadn’t cum that hard in years.

And he wasn’t quite done. He couldn’t help himself. He slid his fingertips over her clitoris, pleasuring her with fast, firm strokes until she came with a sharp grunt, sucking any remaining seed from his shaft and burying her cervix in the puddle of cum he’d poured into her.

He was still half hard when he pulled out of her, wrapping her in his arms and murmuring soothing words into her hair. Were they going to make a baby? Only time would tell…

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