I searched through the desk in the corner of the room but it was nowhere to be found. Next I looked in the closet, but it wasn’t there. I scoured her dresser and to my surprise there were five or six clean pairs of panties folded up in the top drawer that she couldn’t have missed. They were right there and she must have seen them, she wasn’t that silly. It gave me pause for thought. I did find her laptop eventually, it being underneath the bed and pushed behind several pairs of small pink training shoes. I flicked it on and the blue lights lit up for the hard drive, the power, and the wi-fi. Everything was looking good until I got to the password protection screen, which I tried to bypass to no avail. I tried to guess it – her favourite cartoon, her favourite pop singer, her Birthday. In the end I went to my own room and grabbed a little USB stick I keep for emergencies. I know my way around computers so I was able to boot from that in to a lighter operating system and bypass the password protection. I launched in to Summers laptop from the stick and copied over my spreadsheets from another USB, then opened up the browser to upload them. When I typed in the first letter, I found myself feeling complete shock.
The suggestion bar in the browser filled up with all sorts of unexpected, startling things. Links to sex sites, to porn videos. It was perhaps the most surreal moment in my time as a father. It was crazy. This was my little girls laptop. She’s a tiny little precious thing, and was barely old enough to use a computer. Just how? I thought briefly it was certain that my wife must have been using it. She wasn’t exactly the type to be a secret porn addict, but it could hardly be my daughter. Not little Summer! It was then that I opened up the folders, the files, the pictures… There were saved photos in her documents folder of penises. They weren’t professional pictures or from any licensed porn site, and they were smaller. Young boys and teenagers I would imagine, pictures taken with phones and webcams. They were all hard or in the latter stages of arousal. I couldn’t believe it. This was not the work of my wife. These must have been sent to Summer, shown to her by those little fucking pricks. These fucked up horny kids were corrupting my baby, my angel. My eyes were drawn to another folder, titled “Sexy”. I clicked on it expecting to find more photos that those little shits had been sending to her, alas it was worse than I feared. So much worse.
They were all of Summer. The photos were clearly taken with the laptops webcam, and she was in her own room with it’s pink walls and pictures of ponies. The photos, I don’t know how they made me feel. Shocked, upset, angry. Confused. She was in various states of undress and all sorts of poses. They were lewd, lurid, slutty poses both clothed and unclothed. Her whole tiny, tight little body was on show and spread out across her pink bedsheets. I’ve watched camgirls before and it appeared that she was doing her utmost to imitate them and be as “sexy” as possible. She looked every bit the little girl that she is, but the way she held herself and was so deliberately pushing out her small chest and rounded arse, purposely sticking out her tongue… It made my cock stir. I could feel the blood rushing away from my brain and the logic disappearing. Some of pics had a logo – they were screengrabs from a website. “Livenow”. I’d never heard of it but when I typed it in to the browser, it auto completed and came up right away. She was already logged in. Her username: babySummer. I couldn’t fucking believe it.
I started reading the messages first, from boys, some “boys” that I suspected were men and even a few girls. They were talking about how cute my baby is, what an ass she has, and asking her how old she was. Some of the messages were just pictures of cocks with boys asking if she liked them. One was a long back and forth conversation that she’d been having with a teenager who was – according to his profile – ten years her senior, and who I suspected might be even older. He was asking Summer to send pictures with her sitting on Charles’ face so that he could imagine her sitting on his own. What the fuck! I was disgusted, and sickened. I looked over at her large plush stuffie which was sitting just a foot or two away from me. Through some sort of morbid curiosity, I grabbed him and pulled him by his fluffy leg towards me. I sniffed at his face and there was a definite scent. Somewhere between light, tangy piss and soap.
My dick had always been bigger than average. Even when I was a kid and compared it to other boys, I won all the sizing competitions. As I grew older and it grew thicker and longer, I had more than a little trouble squeezing it in to my girlfriends. They would always tear up, cry, complain. They’d never let me get balls deep as it was too uncomfortable for them. When I inhaled my little babygirls scent from the cute face of her innocent little inanimate stuffie, this big cock of mine came fully to life. The tent in my undershorts was huge, my pulsing prick straining against the fabric.
I went on from the messages to her broadcast archive. It was some type of teenage chat site with video and my little princess was nowhere near old enough to be on there, let alone do the things she was doing. I looked at her past broadcasts, some of which were public and some private. The thumbnails of the private ones had me halfway between a heart attack and cumming on the spot. I clicked on one and Summer was there, in her room, right where I was sat, on her bed. She was kneeling in a short pink skirt that I remember seeing her in around the house, and a white tshirt that she’d rolled up so it looked more like some kind of crop top or boob tube.
She was wearing lipstick, something that she knows isn’t allowed until her age is in at least double figures. This she must have stolen from her mother. The video, it started with her introducing herself as “babySummer”. She was answering questions that I couldn’t see as they must have been typed at her when the broadcast was live. She asked repeatedly for “likes”. Likes on her profile in exchange for flashes. My little princess happily explained to her viewers that she’d do “chest” for a sports car and “pussy” for a cruise ship. Firstly I could scarcely believe that she even knew what a “pussy” was, and secondly I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about. I found out afterwards (through looking around the site) that they were talking about pictures, emoticons, emojis. Whatever you call them. Just badges of honour for their profiles that made them more popular. The whole point of the site was for teenagers to get popular by having the most likes and badges which to me was crazy, insane. This was like an adult whoring site for little girls.
I continued watching my little baby, my daughter, my Summer. She was gyrating her non existent hips and shaking her little round ass. Running her hands up and down her body, she turned and faced away from the camera, with everything focused on her beautiful behind. She was trying to twerk, and it was clear that she’d had plenty of practise. To a part of me, she looked so silly, my silly little girl shaking her butt. And to another side… She looked so hot. A little slut, teasing and tempting, imploring me to grab, squeeze, spank her tiny ass. Wanting me to breed her full of my incestuous seed. There was a noise, a sound effect and she bounced up and down in her short pink skirt, happily thanking someone for his gift. She asked how the cruise ship donator wanted his flash. Evidently he wanted it with her back in the twerking position, her ass to the camera and her face down obediently in the pillows. Summer assumed the position and bent over, raising her shapely, succulent peach and putting a hand behind her back to flip her skirt and pull down her panties. This time it was a white set, with the pink Barbie logo on the ass. Her ass, it defied and contradicted her age. I could see why these men were watching. She was too young to be so rounded there, so curvy and… Sexy. It was only the tiny little bald cunt between her legs that gave away her true childhood.
I was rock hard and I couldn’t stop it, it was a natural reaction. Summer, she’s my little girl and I love her – she’s my angel and my everything. But with her subserviently facing the wall and her round ass taking up so much of the screen… The smoothness between her hairless legs, the tightness, it was erotic and delicious to behold. There wasn’t even a hole visible besides that of her ass, and that was the tiniest little pink pocket. Her small tight asshole and then just a fine, tiny, closed up slit that resembled a papercut between her legs. Every inch of my prick pulsed with a sick need to shoot a creamy load inside her. It was just a reaction, a chemical reaction. I was in the same room, I could see the same posters and ribbons on the walls, the same baby-cunt-scented teddies were on the bed. I was on the same bed as that round little ass had been. And then she started talking and saying things that they must have been telling her to in exchange for the gifts, badges and likes. In her childish lilting voice she repeated a request that almost tore my undershorts with the pressure of my throbbing dick. “fuck my pussy, daddy. Fuck my pussy, daddy!”. I was so hard. People, they wouldn’t understand that I didn’t plan it or that I wasn’t like that. I’m not a pervert. I’m not a sicko.
I started to stroke myself through my shorts. Watching more of the video, I was in another world, where I wasn’t hurting anyone. I was confused, I was angry, I was shocked, surprised. I was so fucking turned on by my little angel. Jesus. The phone rang and scared me half to death. It was the school receptionist who informed me that Summer was with the nurse and was sick and not feeling well at all. The flu was going around at the school and they suggested I go down right away and Summer leave early. I put the laptop back where I found it, placed my work away and got down to the school. When I picked her up I said nothing of what I knew. There were so many contradicting thoughts in my mind that I didn’t know what I was feeling. I wanted to discipline her, to shout at her, to take away her laptop and smash it to pieces. I wanted to give her a good spanking. Maybe if I did I could look at that ass again… What was I thinking?! When I picked her up, she looked so much weaker than the bouncy, perky princess I’d dropped off. The nurse informed me that Summer had a fever and needed lots of bed rest. She looked in such a sad state that I couldn’t bring up everything I’d seen, so I drove her home in the front seat next to me, my hand checking her forehead every so often along the way.
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