Bonus Chapter: The girl I was...

“Tammy?” The quiet melodic whisper wakes me from my dreams. "Tammy my little angle? Wake up."

“Hmmm…” Sleepily, I open my crusty eyes and rub my face with my hands. Then I see my mommy's heavenly face in front of me. “Mommy?” At my words, a happy smile spreads across her beautiful lips and her eyes shine as she lovingly examines my face. Her fingers slide over my cheeks and tickle me awake.

“It’s time to get up,” she says, smiling. She really loves me very much. Even a blind person can see that. “Today is a big day.” I sleepily sit up and look around my room. It's still dark. That surprises me. I've usually been allowed to sleep longer and longer lately. Mommy usually prepares everything for the day and then wakes me up, but today she seems to have decided differently.

“What?” I ask, still almost sleeping. “I’m tired Mommy,” I whine but Jasmine has nothing of it.

“Tired, eh?” She grins in a gentle and caring way but with a childish spark in her eyes. “Let me fix that.”

"Mommy! Nohohohahaha!" She pounces on me and tickles me so much that I pull off the thick, pink blanket that I bought a few days ago. "That tickles Mommy! Nohoho!" But it doesn't help. I am just a little girl to her and where my eldest sister once ignored me, her warm gestures now fills my heart and wakes me up. Finally I lie in front of Mommy with my pink nightgown slipped and my little white panties on.

She's already dressed for the day but when she sees my pink little nipple slipped out from under my nightgown, I see her peck her lips.

“Come,” she says warmly and tears herself away from my bare chest. “Daddy is waiting for you downstairs.” My eyes widen and my heart starts beating wildly.

“Daddy is awake too?”

“Of course,” Jamsine coos. Then she quickly reaches out her hand and before she adjusts my nightgown, her fingers quickly but gently stroke my stiff nipple. I exhale gently and look into her eyes. “He’s accompanying you on your big day today.”

“I want to go with Daddy!” I squeal and jump out of bed but mommy holds me tight.

“Not so fast, little missy,” she admonishes me, pulling me towards her and smelling my head. “You wash first.” I roll my eyes.

"But moooom! Daddy waits for me and..."

“No fussing around, young lady.” Mommy tries hard but she will never be able to be as strict and powerful as Daddy. Still, I listen to her. I'm a good girl for Daddy.

“Nana lala nana la la…” I feel clumsy washing my young body. I've done this thousands of times in my life but like everything in my life, this everyday activity seems new and exciting. My whole body tingles while I brush the loofah over my pure skin. I know I'm 18, but it feels like my skin has never been so clear, soft and... perfect. Anything for Daddy. “Hmmm…” As the water runs over my hair and warms up my body, my fingers carefully slide over the slippery skin of my breasts. I feel my body like never before in my life. Everything is so exciting and new and I love exploring my body.

But of course I'm not as good at it as my daddy.

I continue to wash my body slowly and carefully. My breasts feel incredible but I have to hurry if I want to catch Daddy at the breakfast table. I'm often allowed to sleep in, especially after Daddy has had his "fun" with his other women. But often I can't stand it anymore and then in the morning I jump on his lap and watch him eat the breakfast that Mommy prepared with love for him. Showing respect and love to your parents is an important part of being a young girl and I'm so glad Daddy and Mommy make it so easy for me.

My life is like a dream. Perfect. Warm. Cuddly. Pink. I dream of being stroked by Daddy, and then I experience it for real at the kitchen table. Or sometimes I dream of kissing Mommy, and Daddy orders her to do it in the evening during a commercial break in front of the TV. Then Mommy takes me, kisses me like lovers do, and I'm proud to watch Dad and Auntie Rose kissing too. Or I dream that Puppy Mommy cuddles up to me at night when Daddy is with his girlfriends, and in the morning I see that Mommy, now that she's a cute animal, acts more like a mother than before. Or, and this is a little embarrassing, I dream that Auntie Rose comes to me at night, wakes me up, and says that she has a present for me. She's truly the best auntie I could ever wish for when she straddles me with her legs spread wide and… I've already woken up three times having been a good girl for Auntie Rose, licking Daddy's cum from her cunnie. Yummy.

"Ah… Ah… Daddy… There… ha… Da... dyyyyyy…" I almost slip on the wet shower wall as I press my hand against it. The other hand rubs over my tickly spot between my legs. I especially like it when I run my naughty finger, the middle one, the longest one, through my girly valley. Then the finger rubs over my good girl button, the one Daddy always licks when I've been a particularly good girl. The other fingers, I have no idea what they're called, then press my lower lips together and rub over them. This is a beautiful feeling, a reminder of my cuddly warm dreams, the joy of seeing Daddy, the love for Mommy, the desire for Auntie Rose, and the trust for Puppy-Mom…

“Tammy, darling?” Mommy’s gentle but firm knock makes me jump. “Darling, hurry up.”

“Yes, Mom!” I shout through the mist of hot water and steamy lust as I brush my fingers faster over my bottom. “Coming!” I can practically hear her grinning behind the door.

“Don’t let your Daddy wait, honey. Hurry up and come for your Daddy.” She is such a wonderful mother. She knows that I followed my girly instincts and that I must love myself because I think of Daddy. Such a good Mommy for me.

“Yes, Mommy! Yes, Mommy… I… ah… I will… ah… try…”

Then the bathroom door opens and Mommy, naked as she is, steps into the shower with me.

“Such a good little lady,” she coos as she pushes me aside and steps into the shower. Her hands are immediately on my bare body as her large breasts press against my back and shoulders. “But you have to hurry today. Daddy has already taken me, and if you’re late, he’ll be very angry with you.”

“I don’t want Daddy to be mad,” I confess and rub my bottom against her naked body. “Can you help me?” I have such a perfect Mommy.

“Ah… Mommy… Please… Mommy, please!” But Mommy is strict. The orgasm is approaching fast, much faster and more intense than my untrained fingers can manage for myself. Mommy is so skilled with her fingers, and while she tickles my special place, her fingers even probe me a little.

"Oh," she breathes in surprise. "Has it really been that long since Daddy took you?" Her fingers press gently against my maidenhood.

"Yesss," I almost whine in agony. "I want him so bad..." Whenever I haven't had a special daddy-daughter cuddle session with him for a few days, it seems like my hymen grows back again with a faint tickle between my legs. This made me very nervous, but Daddy was very understanding and said he would be happy to break me open again. I want to be a good girl for Daddy, but I was still a little nervous. But Mommy calmed me with her words.

"Daddy has been very busy these last few days. A lot has changed." Then she kisses my shoulder and rubs the tingly spot faster. I let myself fall completely into her embrace and moan loudly. It's almost time. Then I'll be clean for Mommy and safe for Daddy. "But today he's made time just for you, my sweet little Angel. Just Daddy and you on your special day."

I don't even know what this special day is supposed to be, but before I can ask Mommy, I explode in a powerful orgasm that leaves my legs wobbly. Breathing heavily, I hang in Mommy's embrace, my hair hanging in front of my face, my toes almost touching as I tense my pussy and enjoy the sensation this lovely woman is giving me.

"I love you, Mommy," I whisper into the hot shower.

"I love you too, my sweet daughter." Then she playfully pinches my hard nipples. "Come now. Daddy's waiting."

"Yai!" We quickly hop out of the shower. Mommy grabs a towel and dries me off. Then she combs my hair and lays out a black dress that accentuates my hips and elegant black platform boots.

"Daddy wants you to look perfect today," she says. I don't really like it when Mommy picks out my clothes. I know what Daddy likes on me. I'm a big girl now. But I'm already running late and I really want to be with Daddy on my special day.

"Ah, there is my little princess."

"Daddy!" Seeing him sitting at the breakfast table, at the head of course, I want to throw myself into his embrace. Snuggle up to him and hug him all day long. But puppy mom is already with him, between his legs. Whining, she nestles on his leg, but he simply pets her head and is there for her. And I'm a good girl. I walk towards him, stop in front of him, and put my arms behind my back so he can see my body in the dress he chose for me.

A good girl always awaits daddy's inspection of her body. "You look stunning, princess," he says, and my heart pounds wildly at the thought that I've done something right. "Turn around, pumpkin. Show Daddy your dress." I obey, giggling wildly, and twirl around so that the hem of my dress flies up. It's discreet. You can't see a thing, and I'm even wearing the plain old panties Mommy gave me.

"You like, Daddy?" I ask, nibbling on my lips. He nods and I smile. Then he pats Mom on the head, and she shuffles off towards Rose.

"Looking good, girl," my aunt says, grinning supportively at me. "Ready for your special day?" Before I can answer, she flinches and gasps in surprise. "Oh. Good girl, Mom. Such a gooood puppy." Then she clings to the table while Daddy beckons me over. Squealing like a guinea pig, I jump on him, straddle him, and gaze into his handsome face.

"You know what day it is today?" he asks, and I shake my head. Everyone says today is a special day, but every day with Daddy is a special day for me. And besides, it's not very ladylike to worry about such things when all you have to do is obey Daddy and look pretty. Good girl, Daddy princess. That's what I am. "You want to know?"

"Yes, please, Daddy!" After all, he woke me up so early it's almost painful. Adults get up at such an hour, before the sun. Not me. I'm a good girl, and good girls show interest in their family.

"You know Daddy loves you?"

"Of course, Daddy. And I love you too!"

"And you know Daddy wants you to be his happy pumpkin?"

"Mhm! Yes, Daddy! And I'm so, so happy!"

"That's good," he says, and it seems like I've said something important to him. But that's nonsense. I'm a silly little girl, and Daddy is strong and smart. I don't think I could say anything that would give him something he doesn't have. He's everything I need, and he gives me so much. What could I, a silly little girl, possibly give him that he might need?

"That's good. Because I talked with your mother." My big eyes look at him, and I wonder why he says "talked." He's Daddy. Daddy says, and we obey. We are all his good little girls. "And I decided you would be much happier when we take you out of college and let you stay at home with your family for good."

I squeal so hard. Daddy is almost startled. I want to tell him that I love him. I want to tell him that I love his decision. I want to tell him that I want to stay at home because the big world is no place for such a little girl like me. I want to tell him it is way too big and scary for me. And I want to tell him how happy I am that he wants me to stay at home where it is simple and safe.

I think I manage to tell him. At least a bit. I squeal and tell him something of all of it and nothing at all. I’m just a girl and that’s so many words. So complicated.

“It’s okay,” he assures me and pats my back while I hug him as long and hard as I can. He is so strong and when I kiss him on the lips, I feel between my legs a thing that is so big I don’t know what it is. Maybe he is super duper excited for me? It's so big but I don't care at the moment. Kissing Daddy calms my silly little brain and I love it so much. I let myself fall into his kiss, wrap my arms around him and am as happy as a girl can get.

“I hate not having a car myself,” I hear Daddy say as we drive through the streets of the big city. I used to find the high buildings exciting. My friends and I always met in this area. Now I'm a little afraid of the tall buildings and the gray, rainy weather that doesn't go well with me and Mommy's summer clothes. But I'm not afraid. In the back seat of Mommy's car, my shoes brush against the clean floor of the car and I stare out the windows, lost in thought, watching the rain run down the glass. Nothing can happen to me in here. Mommy and Daddy are here.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Mommy says immediately in a warm voice. "These are the mistakes I've made as a woman and if you want to punish me..." But Daddy shakes his head.

“These times are over and we will find a solution.” Then he leans in and kisses her on the cheek. “Thank you for supporting me with this.” Mommy shakes her head.

"I'm your wife. It's my duty to be there for my husband. I don't support you. I serve you. And I like it." My parents talk like that often. As the big folks talk. It fascinates me but I don't make any effort to understand the connections. I'm just here so Daddy can be happy that his baby girl is having a nice day. I'm good at that.

“You alright back there, princess?” Daddy asks around his shoulders.

“Yes Daddy!”

“That’s my good little girl.”

And that's all I need to be.

And then I see the big building that Daddy and Mommy drive me to. My old college.

I get scared.

Daddy kisses Mommy, then gets out into the gray, foggy rain outside the window. He hurries to get around the car while Mommy waits to park the car.

My old college. I have spent years of my life here. It's like I'm dreaming as memories come back to me. Happy memories that are so different from the pink mist of joy that floats in my head every evening. Happy memories of friends and professors. Memories of days of studying, learning and practicing hard for exams. Conversations with my friends who I haven't seen in a long time.

I was happy here. I still am. A place where I can escape from my family. From my mother who uses me as an emotional spare parts store for my big sister. From the sad presence of my big brother and my other sister, who I think are dangerous for me. Dangerous like an infectious disease. The illness of loneliness and defeat. I hate them. I hate my family. I hate the danger I live in all my life if I don't behave the way my mother wants me to. The anger at my big sister who is too perfect and too spoiled. I hate it. I'm scared. I...

“Honey?” Daddy stretches his hand into the trunk of the car. He smiles.

“I… I don’t want…” I whimper and get wet eyes.

“I know honey,” Daddy says as he sees what’s happening with me. “I’m here for you.” But he doesn't move. He leans in the car, a gentle smile on his face, compassionate, understanding and patient. He doesn't pressure me. He's waiting for me. To make a decision.

I remember the time in college. I remember how long I neglected my friends and my future. All the missed calls I ignored because I wanted to fuck my Da… Finn. And Jasmine. And Rose. And Michelle.

I miss my friends. I miss.. her… I miss my teachers. I miss...

I miss what I had…

“Honey?” Jasmine asks as another car behind us starts honking. The rain falls on Finn’s stylish clothes as he waits for me. And I huddle in the car.

“I’m scared,” I say, and Finnleans further into the car. “What should I do?”

But I don’t ask him. I ask myself. Because yes. I miss my old life. I was strong. I had friends. Her. I had connections. I had everything an 18-year-old girl should have.

Before my transformation.

Before my happiness.

Yes. I had a life before the life I have now.

And yet, I don’t want it back.

“What should I do?” I ask again and get no answer from the girl I was.

Because the girl I was had all those things she thought would define her life. But I still feel the fear surrounding me when I think about going back to my old life. I know it would be the right decision. And I know... Finn would help me. He respects me.

But I also know that I don't respect myself, the girl I was. The girl I was was anxious, angry, and insecure.

The girl Daddy made me into is weak, naive, stupid, and malleable. She obeys, she laughs, and she doesn't understand what's happening around her.

And she has a family she loves. She has a hymen that grows back every few days if she isn't fucked. She always has something special to give her father.

The only thing she doesn't have is self-determination. She doesn't have the fear that comes with being able to control her own life. Because there's someone to take this task off her hands.

And I'm happy about that.

I look at Daddy. His wet back doesn't bother him as he waits patiently for me. In the driver's seat, Jasmine is getting nervous. But we don't care. Instead, we look into each other's eyes.

"You can do it, Tammy," he whispers and smiles. "I trust you." And I know. I know what I don't know.

"What should I do... Daddy?" I ask. And Daddy grins and touches his pocket.

"I want you to come to me," he orders, his voice filled with so much love that I want to obey. I want to obey him. I want him to make the decision. I want to be his dumb little girl.

I want to love him.

I love him.

I love you, Daddy.

And I obey. I come to him, crawl over the backseat, and into his arms. He lifts up his jacket, puts me under his arm, and ushers me towards the building, my old college, to put me out of it, under his protection.

Take it away from me, Daddy, I think and fall in love with him while he flips the other car the bird and watches Mommy drive away. Take my life and make it your own. Make me be your anxious little baby girl, Daddy. So that I can love you for the rest of time.

“Pumpkin?” he turns to me and smiles. I feel safe and secure with him. And I don’t care that I recognize the place around me. I want to forget this building and the people in it.

I want to forget her.

“Wait here a minute, yes?” I stare at him from big eyes, afraid to be left behind. “Your mom doesn’t have an umbrella and I don’t want her to get wet, okay?”

“Daddy…” I murmur and wrap my arms around me. Women everywhere stare at me. I'm as tall as them but I feel so small and ****. But Daddy hugs me tight and I feel his warmth of his body in the cold and rainy gray weather.

“Just stay here Pumpkin,” he whispers into my ear. "Stay here and Daddy will come for you. Just a minute. A few seconds. And then you will never be alone anymore. Can you do it? Be Daddy's strongest big girl?" I gasp and amlost **** on my words. People around stare at us. I do not care. I want Daddy. And I want to be his good little girl. So I nod and when Daddy smiles, his warmth stays with me all the way until he gets Mommy under his jacket. All the while I stay at the entrance of the building, see people I knew, getting seen by them, recognized. But I don’t care, ignore them and stare at Daddy and Mommy, walking through the rain under the silver gray sky, in love and there for me.

“Thanks, honey,” Mommy cuddles and hugs his side when we’re together again. “And you’re a big girl, Daddy told me?” I nod like a little child.

“What the… Tammy?” A boy from my biology class turns to me. I’ve forgotten his name. “You’re back?” I look at Daddy. I don’t want to talk to the strange boy. The strange boy scares me.

“She’s not quite well yet,” Daddy explains to the boy, half-standing in front of me, shielding me from the world I don’t want to go back to. I’ve chosen it. For Daddy’s world. And Mommy is by my side, holding my hand. “I’m Finn. Her brother.” The boy grins kindly.

“I never would have imagined you like this, the way Tammy talks about you.” Daddy rolls his eyes.

“She can be such a bratty little beast sometimes,” he chuckles, and my eyes well up with tears. I don't want to be a bratty little beast for Daddy! "But deep down, we get along great. It's just sibling rivalry when we argue about who gets to sit at the end of the table. You know what I mean. Besides…" Daddy is so clever. He engages the boy in conversation until the bell rings for class.

"It's good to have you back, Tammy," the boy says goodbye and runs off to class. I'm so grateful to Daddy for staying with me and protecting me.

"He seems nice," Mommy says to Daddy, but he just shakes his head and looks at me. I cling tightly to Mommy's arm.

"Tammy, baby, listen closely now." Daddy puts his face in front of me. He fills up my world, and I'm happy. "Mommy and I know you've chosen us, okay, Pumpkin?" He strokes my cheek and kisses my nose. "We know your life wasn't all bad. And we're so happy you chose us."

"I love you," I whisper, unable to say more. But I don't have to.

"And we love you. You'll have a good life with us, outside of school, friends, and responsibilities. You're our sweet little angel, Tammy. And we love you. And if you ever need anything from us, we'll be there for you. As a family."

I don't know what that means. Not really. But that's okay. I'm too young to understand. But I feel safe with Mommy and Daddy. That's important to me, and I don't feel that way when I act like a big girl going to college. So I only have one question for Daddy.

"Daddy, can you please decide and take me home soon? I want to cuddle and play with Puppy Mom." And even though I spoke from my heart, what I feel, I know Daddy likes it, and a good little girl does things Daddy likes.

"Then come on, pumpkin," he nudges me, grabs his wife, and kisses her on the cheek. "Time to get you away from all these responsibilities."

"And you're really sure you want to do this, Miss Lynchwood?" The college president probably thought I was seeking a meeting to apologize for my absences. That I want to leave the college for good is certainly a surprise. "We'll miss you very much here. You've been an integral part of our community and have many friends here." Not that many friends, really. Just one truly important person... "The professors like you, too." More lies. "And besides..."

"We've decided," Daddy says firmly, and I have to make a real effort not to look at him with love in my eyes. Daddy told me to act like a big girl one last time, and I even mumbled a few words and talked for myself. "We spoke with Tammy and decided that college life isn't for her anymore." But the principal isn't looking at Daddy, he's looking at Mommy. I don't like that. Why is he talking to a woman when Daddy is sitting right in front of him?

"Miss Lynchwood, Jasmine. Is this really something your sister wants for her life?" Mommy also feels uncomfortable being spoken to by the man. But she's a big girl, and if I try hard enough, maybe I'll become just as smart and strong as she is.

"That's a decision my brother has to make," she says in a cold voice, looking the man straight in the eye.

"Sure," he grins like a fool. "I just thought that as her big sister..."+

“As I already said,” Mommy says sternly. She’s not unpleasant. She’s angry that her husband is being ignored by this man. I love my Mommy so much. “Our mother no longer feels capable of deciding what’s best for us, and we as a family have decided that my brother will have the final say.” The man looks at Daddy in a way I hadn’t expected. At first, he’s skeptical. Then he looks at me.

“And you agree to this, Tammy?” But Daddy has nothing of it.

“Tammy is my little sister, and I’m responsible for her just like I am for Jasmine,” he says, and I’ve never heard Daddy speak so sternly. My crotch clenches, and I’m sure I’m going to soak my clean white panties. I love him so much! “You’re speaking to me because it’s my decision. And my decision is final. Today is Tammy’s last day at this facility.” And the man's expression changes. He hesitates.

"If that's your decision... young man..." I can't help it. Back when I was a bad little cunty girl, I used to talk to my brother like that. But I don't have a brother anymore. I don't have any siblings. No mother. I have an Auntie. Rose. I have a dear friend, Mister Fuzzy. I have a Mommy. Jasmine. I have a doggie. Michelle.

And I have a Daddy.

Finn.

And Daddy looks at the man in front of him with those strong, cold eyes.

"As the man of the house, I mean." And the man, the head of this college full of people, collapses before him. His gaze has defeated him. Daddy has won because he is strong and just. And Daddy says nothing more.

And I can't help but take his hand. Everyone in the expensively furnished office can see that I'm holding my brother, my dad, by the hand and adoring him like an obedient daughter should.

Without a word, the director of my college slides the folder across to me. He looks at my dad apologetically.

"Please have your sister sign this document," he asks. My dad grabs the document, takes a pen from the man's holder without being asked, and turns to me.

"Sign this, and this chapter of your life will finally be over."

And under the watchful eyes of the man, my mom and my dad, I sign immediately without hesitation.

"Heh," says my dad, looking at his phone, which I couldn't care less about. "Not even a single point."

"What is it?" asks my mom, but he shrugs.

"She wants this," he says, and that's it.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” I hear Mommy say lovingly as she kisses Daddy. The two of them are sitting in the McDonald’s parking lot, and I’m buckled up in the back of the car again. “Thank you.” The windows are fogged up from the water in our hair. But Mommy and I are also really into Daddy. Still, we’re good girls and talk about our feelings so Daddy can control us better. “Thank you for giving me a daughter.” She kisses him with her soft lips. I often see Mommy so **** for approval. I know how she feels. “Thank you for giving me Tammy. And this life.”

I’m sitting in the back of the car, licking my McFlurry, and I’m happy.

No more fear. No more fear of my life. And it’s good that I made this decision. With the taste of vanilla on my lips, I know I made the right choice.

Against her. For him.

“Princess?”

"Hm?" Oh. Mommy and Daddy have stopped talking. They both glance over their shoulders at me. They both have smiles on their faces. "How about celebrating the day you became our little princess?"

"Oh yes, please, Daddy!" I bounce up and down in my seat, and my black dress rides up a bit so that I flash Daddy my soaked white panties. He smirks. A naughty smirk.

"Then eat up while Mommy drives us somewhere nice, and then Daddy will make you feel good." I nod a good little girl.

"Oh... Oh, Daddy..." He smirks at me with that gentle reassurance that tells me, 'Everything will be alright, little girl.' "It's so... big..."

Has Daddy always been this big? I don't know. I remember his thingy when he first made me a woman. And then when we were all together as a family. Back then, I didn't think much about it. And now... It was big and strong, his thingy. Just like him. But now it looks like he could tear my whole body apart with it. I'm so small and fragile, and he's so big and powerful.

"You don't need to be afraid," Mommy whispers in my ear while Daddy types something briefly on his cell phone. "Like last time. Everything will be alright."

Tammy Lynchwood.

Sensitive Vagina I

But I'm not scared. Daddy is there, and even though I think his love stick has gotten bigger… much bigger and much wider, I'm an obedient little girl, and when Daddy tells me to sit on him, I sit on him.

So I sit on him. He's lying in front of me on the back seat of the car. The windows are fogged up, and thick drops of water are running down the milky glass, both inside and out. It's like I'm dreaming as I crawl toward him, Mommy behind me. She helps me position myself, and I present my bottom to her so she can pull down my panties.

"Thank you, Mommy," I whisper and look deep into Daddy's eyes. He is so gentle with his body, leans forward, and holds my hand while I hike up my black dress, exposing my cute little cunny for him to see and move over his big, strong body. Did Daddy grow even stronger? I can see his muscles stretch under his skin and his big, throbbing… thing is there and presses against my belly button. “I hope it will fit,” I say to my parents. “I want it to fit so badly,” I confess.

“Here,” Daddy offers with a gentle kiss on my head. "Let me do it for you. I will make it fit." Then he moves his little girl like he wants her and soon I feel his meaty thing brush against my entrance. "I make you a woman again, little princess. Then it will feel real."

“Pwomise?” I ask and shake my head. “Promise, Daddy?” With him, I get dumber by the second and I love it. But I need to show him that I understand that he is there for me. That I know what happens to me. That I love him.

He just smiles and places his hands on my hips. Mommy is there as well. Her breasts press against my back and I feel her stiff nipples under her dress brush against my naked skin. The air in the car is damp and warm, like my opening. Daddy moves his hand down and I whimper as his finger touch my tingling lips down there.

“That's my good girl,” he whispers calmly. "Such a good girl. Relax for daddy." I nod and whimper as his fingers part my body down there. I can feel cool air against my burning skin and feel my wetness drip down his hands while he holds me up with two wide spread fingers of his hand, while I hold my body still for him.

“I obey,” I whisper again and again. "I obey... I obey... Make me a woman... again.... Daddy... I obey... I obey... I... ha... ha... haaaaaaaha!"

"Good girl, Tammy! Just a little more," he urges with calm voice as he pushes his thingie inside my little body.

"Oh Daddy! Daddy! Your so big! You split me in half," I moan and start to shake.

“Let him own you, darling.” Mommy licks my ear and neck and moves her hands over my heaving breasts. “Be his little girl.”

“I am,” I moan. “Yes Momm,y I’m his little… ah Daddy!” Deeper and deeper. And then… “Aaaah!” A tear runs down my cheek. A tear of happiness.

“A woman again,” Daddy smiles at me. “That’s my good little girl.”

“Thank you Daddy,” I whine and feel my blood run down his stretching member.

“And now move,” Mommy coos. I'm sure she knows how it is with him. "Move up and down and ride your father." And I obey.

Up and down. Up and down. And up. And I wait.” I feel his tip inside of me. He stretches me out but my cunnie is burning with it. The pain fades more and more and then there is a dull feeling inside of me. Dull when he is inside of me, widening me, and dull when he isn’t and I wish nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

And down.

"Oh Daddy. Yes Daddy, yes. It feels so good. You feel so good inside of me, Daddy." I open my eyes and smile at him while I ride him inside the trunk of the car. Mommy kisses me but is silent. This moment is for me and Daddy alone. “I’m your good little girl Daddy” I coo for him, batting my eyelashes and holding my dress up with one hand while the other supports my fragile body on his massive one. “Stretch me Daddy” I beg. “You stretch me so good and I love you.”

“I love you too pumpkin,” he smiles and then, as I move down and clamp my lower lips around him, he groans like a big bad guarding dog. "Now move faster for Daddy. Daddy wants to feel you move on him." He closes his eyes for a moment and enjoys me feeling around him.

My body is a tool for him, I think with pleasure. Daddy likes stretching me out. Daddy loves me.

Then, Mommy moves her head next to me and when she kisses me on my mouth and I can feel her breath in my lungs, I feel so connected with my parents that I don’t even need to think about obeying. It comes naturally to me. Daddy says something and my body responds by obeying his words. No thinking needed from little Tammy.

“Oh yes pumpkin,” he moans.

"Good girl. Such a good daughter," Mommy moans too and plays with my nipples, my dress wrapped around my belly. "Move on him. Ride him."

"Daddy... Daddy... Daddy..."

My legs strain a little. I'm weak and tiny compared to him but I do my best to please him as I want to. Every time I lower myself, Daddy pushes against the wall of my hole down there, where babies are made I know. The 'thump' echoes through my whole body every time and sends me into a hazy fog of lust. Again and again I lift my body up to him, then let it slide down and try to strangle this big meat stick that stretches me in such a nice way. It's heaven.

I fuck my daddy, I think again and again. I fuck my daddy. I'm a good girl. Good girls fuck their daddy and I’m fucking my daddy. My own father. I'm so happy. So happy.

I'm so little and my body is so tiny. Mommy moves around my body and licks our combined juices from his stick, the big part that he can’t stick inside of me.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” I moan and he opens his eyes.

“For what, sweetie?”

"I'm sorry that my body is too small for you. I'm just too small to fit you inside of me." But he shakes his head.

"Don't worry, princess. That comes later. I'm proud of you."

“Thank you Daddy” I smile while Mommy licks around his meat and my slick juices make her face shine in the dim lights that comes through the foggy windows.

“Now make daddy cum, okay?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“Oh fuck!” he moans as I ride him faster. I'm a bit clumsy and push Mommy aside but she smiles and kisses me. I taste my taste and daddy’s taste and her own taste on her lips. My family is there and I can taste them! But Daddy is most important now! Take care of Daddy! Be a good girl for Daddy! “That’s gooood!” He moans. "Keep going, pumpkin. Fuck Daddy. Make Daddy cum inside of you."

The thought of him coming inside me makes me dizzy. Just like the last time we did it. But this time it's just me and him and I'm the one making him come.

“Do it Daddy,” I pant hard while bouncing on his love stick. “Cum in your little girl.” He grabs me and as if in a trance, I look into his eyes. He fixes on me and then my whole body shoots upwards as he sinks deep inside of me. His thingy... Cock! His cock is inside of me and it fucks me! Daddy fucks me with his cock!

His Cock hits my inner walls and sends a shock through my body. I scream and my hand brushes over the fogged window. And then he comes alongside me. His baby batter hits my inner wall like a tidal wave and the impacts of his bursts send me into a shuddering orgasm myself.

“I’m coming!” I scream. "I'm coming while you shoot your cum inside of me! Your come makes me come and..." And then Daddy kisses me and I fall silent. He moves me up and down a few more thrusts, making me come a second time while I scream inside his mouth. Mommy holds me while I can feel his cum splash inside my hole, flooding me till the brink and then…

It's like a dam that breaks. I lift myself up and a big swoosh of white, sticky cum bursts out of me onto the sweaty cushion of the backseat between my stretched butcheeks. Mommy giggles and Daddy groans as I ride the waves of orgasm up and down, wimpering like a little girl as Daddy claims me again as his property.

Good girl, I think. Obedient good girl.

Daddy's girl.

Then I fall on him, lie on his chest and breathe heavy while his arms wrap around me and hold me close.

“You okay, honey?” he asks not me. He knows, nothing can be bad if Daddy is inside of me. No, he asks his wife who cleans the sea of ​​cum that floods the back end of her, no, daddy’s car.

“I love you two so much,” Mommy sniffs and is moved by your passion and love. Daddy pats my back while Mommy tries to mop up the mess we made. But Daddy helps me get dressed again. The material of my dress feels strange against my skin. I want to be naked for Daddy all the time. But Daddy wants me to be dressed, and I don't think twice, but I obey Daddy's every word.

A few minutes later, Mommy is finished. I even helped her a little, and we licked her messy fingers clean of Daddy's spunk, giggling happily and in love.

Now I sit alone again in the back seat while Daddy and Mommy drive me home.

No more college. No more friends. No more independence.

And I couldn't be happier.

I fall asleep on the way home. I'm surrounded by milky, silvery light, the sounds of my parents talking peacefully with soft laughter, and the smell of Daddy's cum on my body.

Everything is so perfect. Nothing can go wrong.

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