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Title: A DAUGHTER LOST, A DAUGHTER FOUND
Summary: George's girlfriend's 12 year old daughter fills the gap in his
life after he was forced to leave his own 7 year girl with his wife.
Keywords: MF Mg ped / pedo pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws
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   The story contains explicit, detailed, sexual content.  All acts
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   Chapter 3 VOYEUR OR EXHIBITIONIST

   George cleared away the evidence as best he could, opening all the
windows and doors to take out the smell of sex from the air before Fiona
came home.  He was worried she'd smell her girls scent; he was also worried
that he might be unable to perform as she might expect.

   Fiona had been watching the clock waiting to get home to her man.  She
spent a large part of the day fantasising about George taking her roughly.
She'd often fantasised about being raped.  One of her favourite fantasies
was her walking through the park at night and getting 'gang banged' by a
group of youths.  She desperately wanted to role play with George but
didn't want to frighten him off.

   She got home about 11.30pm and after sharing a few drinks with George
was able to manipulate him so that he took her from behind.  She liked
being fucked doggy style.  As a young girl she'd fantasised about her dad's
friend raping her in the garden shed.  She's been eight years old when her
brother and his friends had tied her up in the garden shed and molested
her. They'd blindfolded and gagged her.  Her dad's friend had chased them
off.  She felt his fingers probing her sex before he untied her.  She'd
watched him staring into her abused pussy hole as he helped her put on her
panties.  She was sobbing and he comforted her telling her how he'd beat
the boys when he found them.  She could feel his rock hard dick under her
as she sat on his lap.  After that day, when she masturbated she'd
fantasies about what it would have been like if he'd fucked her doggy style
before untying her.

   Luckily for both of them, George had been able to get an erection.  He
was however struggling to raise any sponk.  Fiona didn't know it but the
vigorous fucking he was giving her was his attempt at raising some dregs of
sponk from his empty nuts.  She was cumming like a freight train at the
rough handling.  She was lucky, his nuts were empty.  enabling him to pound
away at her pussy.  This was the closest she's been to the abuse she
craved. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through her until the pleasure started
to pain and she begged him to stop.  George pulled out and sitting back on
his heals he surveyed the red abused flesh of her pussy.  Fiona gasped for
breath, sore but satisfied.  It would be a while before she needed another
such pounding.

   Later, cuddled up in bed, "Thank you," she told him.  "Thank you what
for?" he asked.  "That's the first time in my life I've ever gotten close
to satisfaction," she told him.  "What did I do that satisfied you?" he
asked.  "I'm embarrassed to say," she replied.  George was intrigued, "Tell
me, I like kinky stuff," he encouraged.  Crossing her fingers in hope that
she would repulse him Fiona revealed how she's fantasised about being
raped. "Do you hate me now?" she asked.  "Of course not, we all have
fantasies.  If you like we can go into the forest this weekend, I'll tie
you up and pretend to rape you," he offered.  Fiona shivered at the
thought. Hugging his chest she kissed him.  "That would be awesome," she
replied.

   The alarm clock woke Jemma from her dream.  She grappled to stop it. 
She wanted to get back into her dream of George's fat cock stretching her
pussy.  Moving, she felt soreness between her legs.  As the fog cleared
reality swept in.  It wasn't a dream, she really had been stretched by
daddy George's cock meat.  Gingerly probing her abused hole she felt for
damage.  She smiled to herself as she remembered his kind words, his strong
arms, his gentle kisses.  Her mind replayed the evenings events.  Her faced
flushed red as she came to the part where she'd offered him her botty hole.
Sooooo embarrassing, why on earth had she said that?  What would he think
of her?  She'd wanted to please him and had been clumsy; he'd probably now
hate her for being so dirty,

   She dragged herself into the bathroom.  Sitting on the loo, her pussy
hole stung as the urine washed tiny unseen stretch cuts.  Running a bath
she lay there letting the warm water sooth her wounds.

   George woke with the usual piss hard dick.  Fiona slept soundly by his
side.  Sliding silently out of the bed he crept to the bathroom.  Knocking
quietly on the door, "Sweetheart can I come in?  I need to use the toilet,"
he whispered.  Jemma's heart pounded, how could she face him, she wouldn't
have the courage to look him in the eye.  Lowering herself into the water
she covered her face with a face cloth.  "OK," she shouted.  George entered
to a sight of bubby water and a floating face cloth.  Kneeling at the side
of the tub he peeled off the face cloth.  Jemma coyly averted her gaze. 
"Do I get a kiss from the prettiest girl in this town?  " he asked Jemma
nodded her head.  George tenderly kissed her.  "Do you still love me?"
George asked.  Jemma nodded.  Standing up George's erect dick tented his
robe before him.  "Look what you've done now, how am supposed to take a
leak like this?" George said pointing to his erection.  Jemma coyly lifted
her eyes to note the tent in George's robe.  Her pussy tingled at the
thought of what was under there and George's words that she'd caused it.

   Opening his robe George exposed the pulsing meat.  Jemma's eyes grew as
she contemplated his magnificence.  She ached to hold, squeeze him , kiss
him.  She remembered him telling her that it now belonged to her.  She
wanted to love it like it was her baby.  George climbed in the tub and sat
on the side.  "Why don't you rub some soap on his sweetie?" he asked. 
Rubbing the bar of soap on her hands, she gathered up the slippy mixture
before applying it to the hot spongy flesh.  It was so soft, so hard, so
spongy.  She watched the head bulge and go purple each time and she wanked
up his shaft.  She knew what to do, she'd wanked her dad lots of times. 
George moaned as her little hand squeezed his tingling man meat.  Her hand
would rub his bell and on the way up and hit his nuts on the way down, both
events accentuating his pleasure.  He allowed himself to just enjoy, she
didn't need help of instruction, she was doing just fine.  Jemma saw his
eyes turn up into his head just before she felt his piss tube bulge and the
first white rope of sponk shot forth high into the air.  Awesome, she
thought.  Turning his knob end towards her to get a better look.  The
second rope shot out hitting her chin and forming a line down to her chest.
His dick then bubbled out cum which rolled over her first.  Smiling at her,
"Thank you sweetie that was awesome," he told her.  "Thank you," she
thought to herself as she squeezed the remaining goo from his deflating
penis.  Leaning forward George kissed her before climbing out of the bath
and lining himself up over the toilet to empty his bladder.  Washing her
face, Jemma tried catch glimpses of her daddy's hose without appearing
brazen.

   By the time Jemma left for school, she was happy that, whatever she had
done, clumsy or smart, daddy George still loved and desired her.

   She literally skipped her way to school and the glow in her face was not
missed by Judy.  Judy knew something was going on and pestered her all day.
George was a suspect on her list but Jemma denied everything.  "Well if you
don't want him, there's no reason why I can't have him," Judy taunted. 
"He's my mom's boyfriend," Jemma told her.  "I would promises not to fuck
my friend's boyfriend but I can't promises not to fuck my friend's mom's
boyfriend," she told her in a checkmate move.

   Jemma concluded that she needed to keep Judy well clear of George.  That
plan was soon in shreds when, once again, the girls found George sat in his
car outside the school, waiting to give them ride home after school.  Judy
had sprinted over and was hanging inside the open car window whilst Jemma's
was still lifting her jaw from the floor.  Jemma took hold of Judy's shirt
and unceremoniously pulled her out of the way.  "Hi honey, I thought we'd
pick up a take-away Chinese for dinner and you can choose," George
explained.  "See you tomorrow Judy," Jemma said dismissing her friend as
she climbed into the car.  "Does Judy want to eat with us?" asked George.
Panic swept over Jemma; this was turning into a nightmare.  "No, no she has
to get home," she stuttered.  "No, I don't," admonished Judy who was sat in
the back seat before Jemma could stop her.  Jemma was fuming, she sat arms
folded, steam coming from her ears.  Judy leaned onto the back of Georges
seat giggling and cooing.  The could smell the oestrogen rising from the
horny twelve year old.  Inside the take-away shop, Jemma pulled Judy to
one-side.  "You know when you said you would fuck your friend's boyfriend?
Well, back off," Jemma threatened.  Skipping up and down on the spot, "You
are fucking him, I knew it," Judy giggled.  "So back off then," Jemma told
her.

   Friend or no friend, Judy was a slut, a slapper and all's fair in love
and war.  Knowing George was up for it made her even bolder.  Back of
Jemma's house, Judy was over George like a rash.  She might just have well
been wearing a hat saying shag me.  Jemma dare not leave them even to go to
the loo.  George was playing with her, he could see that she wanted a good
fucking but he had scruples and she was his lover's best mate.  After a
couple of hours teasing her his dick had been hard for so long it hurt. 
"Shall I give you a lift home?" George asked.  "Yes please," replied Judy
seeing an opportunity to get him alone.  Of course there was no way Jemma
was letting them out of her sight.  Jemma sighed a cry of relief as she
watched Judy walk up the path to her home and out of their lives (for a few
hours at least).

   On the drive back home, Jemma lay on George's lap her head resting on
his erection.  She knew wanted to feel it, she wanted to hold it, kiss it,
suck it.  She could feel it throbbing beneath her head.  George stretched
his hand under her dress to cup the soft globes of her bottom.  Sliding
inside the back of her panties he found the wet heat of her crack.  Jemma's
mind wondered as George gently fingered her sticky depths.  She pictured
her self standing alongside George watching him fuck Judy.  She was turned
on by the thought of seeing her man's dick sliding in and out of her
friend's cunnie.  She then pictured him forcing himself into Judy's botty
hole, Judy screaming in pain as he pushed inside her.  She wanted the
pleasure that came with the pain of seeing her man fuck her friend.  "Oh
yes," she cried as George's finger found the spot .  In her head she was
kneading his balls as he pumped Judy's arse.

   Jemma was still dizzy as they arrived at her home.  She was laying on
her bed with George between her legs pulling her wet panties off.  He was
lining his dick up to her hole when she realised that she didn't remember
getting from the car to her bed.  She felt her hole being stretched as
George pushed inside her.  "Oh yes," she cried again as she felt his hot
meat fill her.  She was full up to her cervix, but she wanted more. 
Lifting her knees, she pulled them back to her chest and immediately felt
more of him pushing her cervix up into her stomach.  She felt his hands
lifting her bottom up to facilitate even deeper entry.  Wave after wave of
pleasure swept through her body as George slowly and carefully fucked her
tight little hole.  Through a haze of orgasmic waves Jemma was vaguely
aware of George's fingers probing at her botty hole.  She pictured herself
watching George force his dick up Judy's arse.  "Tell me what you'd like to
do to her?" she gasped.  George was confused.  "Do what to who sweetie?" he
asked.  "I could see you wanted to do Judy, tell me what you'd like to do
to her?" she asked.  "Tell me what would you'd like me to do?" asked
George. "Would you put it up her bottom?" asked Judy.  "I would if you'd
help me," replied George.  "I'd like to fuck her arse whilst watching her
eat your pussy," George told the twelve year old.  "Ughhhhhhhh," Jemma
gasped.  "Yes, force your dick right up her arse as far as it will go, push
it in harder, watch her licking my pussy, ughh yes," gasped Jemma.  With
his finger full length up Jemma's bottom, George could feel the ridges on
his dick through the thin partition of skin separating her two holes. 
Jemma was dizzy almost delirious.  George could have shoved a cucumber up
her arse and she would have taken it.  "Would you like me to cum in her
arse sweetie?" George asked titillated by his young lovers kinks.  "No, cum
on her back, shoot it over her back, I want to see it shooting up into the
air and splashing down onto her back," explained Jemma.  That was as long
as George could hold back, his balls were boiling.  He knew he should pull
out, she could get pregnant but reason was lost in the haze of lust. 
Bearing his tongue down the young girls throat George pumped his seed deep
inside her.  He peeled open her eyes.  "Can you feel me squirting inside
you?" he gasped as his dick pumped more goo into her.  Jemma smiled and
nodded.  Her man was making her a woman, filling her with his baby seed. 
The couple lay there staring into each other's eyes, feeling the dick meat
pulse and the pussy muscles squeeze, picturing the seed swimming inside. 
George's dick stopped pumping and the couple continued to gaze dreamily at
each other, smiling at each as they examined the feelings between their
legs.  Jemma felt George's dick shrinking.  She readied herself to cup her
crotch, knowing that his dick would soon fall out and the goo would gush
from her onto the bed sheets.  Her hand covered her crotch and her finger
replaced his dick the second it left her.  With her finger lodged firmly in
the dyke Jemma slid from under him and off the bathroom to unload the
sticky mess down the loo.  George quickly followed.  Watching stuff coming
out of little girl's cunnies turned him on.  Jemma smiled as George entered
the bathroom.  She was picking up on stuff he liked to do and she wanted to
please him.  She raised her feet onto the toilet seat and splayed her knees
bringing both her sex holes into view.  He knelt in front of her and
sitting back on his ankles, he watched the sponk run from her cunnie hole,
across her botty hole before dangles and then breaking off to splash into
the water below.  Jemma was thrilled looking at George's face looking at
her open sex hole.  She liked him looking deep into her hole.

   George ran a finger tip in the go around Jemma's botty hole.  "I liked
it when we talked about shagging Judy's arse sweetie, it really turned me
on, would you like to do that or do you just like talking about it?" George
asked.  "I don't know, I'm frightened in case you like her more than me,"
Jemma replied.  George took her hands in his, "Sweetheart, you're a
beautiful princess, an angel, you're sweet and innocent.  Judy's a
worthless slut, I could never love a slut, sluts are just bodies to be
used," he told her.  She squeezed his hands.  That's exactly what she
wanted to hear.  Their relationship was special.  They loved each other
anybody else was just a body to use for their pleasure.

   George filled the bath tub.  The couple lay silently in the warm water,
both with their thoughts.  Unknown to each other, both were thinking about
a threesome with Judy.

   After cleaning up the evidence of their sex together George and Jemma
snuggled on the sofa watching TV until Jemma's bed time.  George looked
forward to a romp with Judy.  He looked forward to ticking Jemma's kink
box. He like the idea of her being turned on watching him fuck someone
else. He was however, a little troubled with meeting mom's needs.  He was
game for whatever was going but mom wanting to be raped was difficult in
all kinds of ways.  Even to act it out was hard work.  It wasn't just hard
work, it was also something which did nothing for him.  The thought of
wearing a mask and jumping out of a cupboard pretending to be a rapist was
too much.  Mom was becoming high maintenance.

   Fiona felt her crotch as she drove home.  She was still sore from the
night before but sore or not she was still fantasising about George
role-playing rape.  After a few drinks Fiona started making a move on
George.  He was struggling to rise to the occasion.  It was a only a couple
of hours since he'd emptied his nut sack in the delicious sweet silky folds
her 12 year old daughter.  That didn't help but the bondage and rape thing
at best did nothing for him, and at worst was a bit of a turn off.  It had
to be sorted.  "Sweetheart, I've been thinking about what you told me last
night, I really want to please you but I just don't know how.  Tell me what
we can do to get you off," he asked.  Fiona snuggled into his chest.  "It's
all right, I'm happy, you don't need to do anything special for me," she
replied.  "You are a very special lady and I want to try especially hard to
please you, tell me you kinkiest fantasies.  How we can make them happen?"
he asked.  "You could tie me up," she suggested.  "OK, let's do it," George
suggested.

   Fiona trembled with anticipation as George led her to the bedroom.  He
blindfolded her eyes before stripping her naked and tying her, spread
eagled, face down on the bed.  He then pushed pillows under her stomach
raising her butt into the air.  Fiona shivered as she felt cold air pass
over her exposed sex.  "I'm going out now to find a stranger to come here
and rape you," George whispered to her.  He then left her.  Fiona lay there
in silence.  She couldn't move, she was totally vulnerable, anybody passing
by could do anything to her and she'd never know who it was.  Minutes
passed by.  Had he really gone to find a stranger.  Her ears ached
listening for the slightest noise.  He'd left the TV on which didn't help
her search for the sound of approaching footsteps.  Fiona's mind raced a
hundred miles an hour.

   Watching TV, George sipped his scotch, pleased to know that Fiona was
where she wanted to be.  He wondered where he might find someone to give
her a good fucking.  Maybe he could find someone using the internet.  Maybe
he could make some money.  Surely someone out there would pay good money to
fuck Fiona.  George felt a stirring in his pants.  The thought of watching
some dirty old man pump into Fiona was turning him on.  He crept down to
hallway to Fiona's bedroom.  Creeping up to the bed he blew a little air
over Fiona's sex.  She jumped at the realisation that someone was there. 
Who was it?  Was it a stranger?  How old was he, how big was he, would he
hurt her?  She felt hands parting her butt cheeks and someone's hot breath
on her sex.  Her butt cheeks were forced open wide, her cunnie was wide
open and she was having trouble keeping her sphincter closed.  She felt
something warm drop onto her rectum and run down over her pussy.  Was that
sperm?  Had someone just cum on her she wondered?  She the felt something
push into her bottom.  Someone was pushing something inside her bottom, it
felt like a finger.  George had lubricated her arse with spittle and was
probing the sticky depths of her rectum.  Fiona started to worry, had she
gone too far, would this stranger hurt her, she'd seen blue movies of girls
taking it up the arse but she's never taken it herself.  She pulled at the
ties on her wrists trying to free herself.  George lined his dick up o her
sphincter.  Fiona felt the body weight on top of her and the meat probing
her back door.  Through the muffle of the gag in her mouth she tried to
shout NO.  Her arse burned as it stretched to accommodate the invading
object.  George was relentless, he knew a real rapist wouldn't be treating
her gently, so acting out the part he pushed deep into her colon in one
movement.  Fiona felt some momentary relief as George pulled back, but was
only a second before he plunged back inside her colon.  Each thrust into
her rectum produced more lubrication and the burning pain soon eased off to
a feeling of satisfying fullness.  Fiona started to feel the friction in
her pussy through the walls of her rectum.  It was a different feeling from
a regular fuck, the feelings were doming from her pussy but also inside her
bum.  Her head started to swim as tingles rippled through her body.  George
reached under her to find her sopping wet pussy.  Circling her clit with
his finger he pumped deep into her arse.  Her virgin arse was tight, her
sphincter found hard to squeeze the life from his man meat.  Fiona gasped
as her orgasm peaked.  George felt the tensions go from her body including
her sphincter muscle which abandoned it's squeeze.  Through the orgasmic
haze Fiona felt the stranger's dick pulsing as hot man seed filled her
colon.  Continuing to act the part, as soon as his dick was spent, George
pulled from her and left her laying there.

   After quietly washing the slime from his dick, George poured himself a
scotch and relaxed on the sofa leaving Fiona to wonder.  And, wonder she
did; she wondered who had just raped her arse; she wondered whether her
sponk filled colon was dribbling.  She wondered where George was.  Was the
bedroom door closed in case Jemma woke to use the loo and passed by her
room?  George finished his scotch and returned to Fiona.  Untying her
binding, "I found a couple of guys who said they might drop by, did anyone
come?" he asked.  Fiona looked at him questioningly - was he serious, did
he really send a stranger to her, had she really been raped.  George winked
and smiled.  She slapped his arm.  "You bastard, it was you.  You had me
for a moment there," she told him.  "Did you like it?" he asked.  "I did,"
she replied coyly averting her gaze, embarrassed to admit that she now
happily took it up the shitter.  "I mean did you like it up your bum?  I
don't think I ever asked you if you liked that stuff?" he asked.  "No you
didn't ask, that was my first time, I'm glad you didn't ask because I might
have said NO and I would have missed a wonderful experience," she told him
hugging his chest.

   Fiona left George to sleep whilst she soaked her abused bottom in the
bath tub.  An hour later, lay in bed, her sphincter was still throbbing,
reminding her of the abuse she'd yearned for since that day in the garden
shed.

   George woke the following morning, angry with himself having slept
through Jemma's departure for school.

   Jemma was dreading the day with Judy now that she's confessed that she
was shagging George.  She'd thought of nothing else that day and had come
up with a plan.  It was a damage limitation plan.

   As she expected Judy haunted her all day for details of her sex life
with George.  She'd extracted every detail from her and by lunch-time she
was begging for e piece of the action.  Jemma decided to implement her
plan. "He'll only do it up you bum," she told her friend.  "But you told me
he'd fucked your pussy," she countered.  "That was a mistake, we did it and
agreed afterwards that it was a silly thing to do as I could get pregnant,"
she told her.  "Can't he wear a condom?" asked Judy.  "He won't wear one.
He's going to get me on the pill but until then it's either in the mouth or
up the bum, so if you want some that's what it's got to be," she told her
friend knowing that she's refused her brother and his mates and hoping she
would refuse.  She was out of luck, "OK, if that's the way it is, I'm in,"
replied Judy.  "If you can take it up the backside I can," she said not
knowing that Jemma's botty was still unbroken.  "you sure you want to do
it, it's painful," Jemma hoping to put her off.  "If you can take it I
can," she replied.  'Checkmate' - Jemma was cornered.  "OK, it's Friday so
you ask you mom if you can have a sleep-over at my house," Jemma
instructed.

   To be continued

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