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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: The Virgins' Encounter
Summary: A 42 year old man with intimacy issues resolves those issues
with the help of his two best friends and their pre-pubescent daughter
Keywords: Warning!  MF, Mg, oral, anal, scat
Disclaimer:

   Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  It
takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No one gets hurt
without having the hurt assuaged.  No one gets fucked up physically or
emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love counts.  This is the
fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have no correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the acts described, except for that act of fantasy itself, which
allows for extreme behavior and exploration, but does not even begin to
suggest that such behavior is appropriate in real life.

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even fantasy
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that it is much healthier and
worlds safer than much less extreme actual risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present:



   The Virgins Encounter

   I was standing at the front door of the mid-town condo of my two best
(and only) friends, Esmeralda and Lucious Auerbach.  My heart was beating
like a rabbit and I was doing my breathing exercises trying to calm down,
to keep from fainting.  I guess you should know how painfully shy I am.  I
have an extreme fear of any kind of intimate interaction, physical or
emotional.  I can deal with most group situations.  I was actually fine in
large social settings like cocktail parties; smalltalk and light
conversation come easy to me, but nothing with depth.  Nothing intimate. 
And this was the first time I had ever gone to anyone's house for dinner.

   You can likely surmise that I've lived a solitary bachelor's life.  At
42, I'd never had a lover, not even a casual one night stand.  I guess you
could say I'm a bit geeky.  I don't think I'm ugly or weird looking, just a
little awkward.  I stand just under six feet tall with brown hair and green
eyes.  I'm a bit on the thin side, just a tad underweight.

   Most of my interests are normal.  I like sports and always have the
latest gadgets on hand.  Despite my painful shyness I have what I believe
to be a normal interest in women.  I know my dick does.  I enjoy watching
women and find my stubby five inch soldier responding on a regular basis
whenever I happen to see a pretty woman breeze by on her way to see another
man.  I masturbate on a daily basis.  My fantasy sex life is wild and
uninhibited, but it only exists in my mind.

   That had nothing to do with my visit, but a lot to do with my psyche. 
It was also about to change drastically.

   I hadn't just sat around and accepted my psychological disability.  For
more than ten years I had been in therapy.  With the encouragement of my
therapist, I gradually, one step at a time, had managed to develop two
meaningful friendships in the persons of Esmeralda and Lucius Aurerbach. 
Esmeralda and I had been colleagues for seven years.  We got along great in
the office in a friendly, non-threatening, non-sexual way.  I believe it
was only because our relationship was completely devoid of sexual tension
that allowed it to grow over the years.  She also had a very accepting
attitude.  She never blanched or giggled when I revealed some embarrassing
story from my past.

   This is not to say Esmeralda was unattractive.  Just the opposite.  She
had the attitude of an earth mother and stood about 5'7".  Her generous
breasts and curvaceous hips, a heart-shaped ass,and balanced out with a
trim waist gave her an hour-glass figure had men staring when she walked by
and she seemed to enjoy them doing so.  She had a pretty face, lightly
freckled, with sparkling blue eyes and an always changing hair style.  I
never actually figured out her natural hair color.  For a few months she'd
be blonde, then change to strawberry blonde, then briefly brunette, and
once or twice, a kind of blueish or purplish tinge when she decided to wear
her hair short.  But her persona seemed exempt of any sexuality where I was
concerned, as was mine with hers.  There just wasn't any spark.  My heart
always soared when I saw her, but the joy never extended below the waist.
This was perfect for me.  I enjoyed Esmeralda as a friend and was proud
when our colleagues saw her gravitate to my little office on a daily basis
where we would share coffee and exchange gossip and playful jabs.

   I was also got along great with her husband, Lucius.  We had hung out
several times, extending from informal dinners with just the three of us to
crowded office outings.  I genuinely liked him.  We could happily talk for
hours about sports, politics, religion and the state of the world, arguing
the strengths and weaknesses of our favorite teams, political parties,
issues or beliefs, and we both agreed it was patently unfair that Esmeralda
never lost an argument when she joined in.

   Now though, this was a landmark in my social development, I was actually
visiting their house for a family dinner.  As important as it was, I
expected no more than a pleasant evening that would lead nowhere, but still
be a lot of fun.

   It started as innocuous as you could imagine.  I was met at the door by
Esmeralda dressed in a nondescript checkered house dress.  She was in an
almost orangish hair phase, cut boyishly short.  This brought out her
freckles more than ever.  Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she was
overjoyed at the two bottles of wine I had brought as a peace offering. 
She grinned and guided me into the family room where I saw her daughter
sitting alone, reading a book with a notepad beside her.  This had to be
Beatrice, their only child.  I had heard a lot about her over the years,
but never met her until now.

   Esmeralda asked, "Can you wait a bit here with Beatrice while we finish
getting everything ready?"

   I felt as nervous as a scared kitten but I said.  "Sure, no problem."

   Esmeralda gave her daughter a nudge and said to me, "Maybe you can talk
Beatrice into getting her nose out of that book.  I've always thought the
two of you would really get along if I could get you together.  You are
very much alike, all bookish and intellectual and introverted."

   I grinned nervously.  What was she thinking?  Beatrice was no more than
eleven or twelve years old.  I was 42.  I seriously doubted we had much to
talk about or any interests in common.  I kept that to myself and said,
"Well, we'll see." and sat down on the sofa across from the girl and her
studies.

   Esmeralda nudged the child again and motioned towards me with her head.
Beatrice took a few seconds to refocus and then smiled at me.  She wore
large round glasses, and had a round clear face with big blue eyes.  Her
hair was light brown and cut short which framed her face and made it seem
even rounder.  Much like her mother, she was dressed in a frumpy,
shapeless, comfortable looking checkered house dress that could have hidden
a skinny frame or a plump one for all I could tell.

   Realizing there was a stranger in her presence, she suddenly said
"Right," and took a deep breath, placed a bookmark in her book and closed
it.  Then to me, "Sorry, when I'm reading I don't see or hear anything."
Then she stood and walked over and stood before me, no more than a few
inches away.  My heart sped up and my breathing got shallow, but I forced
myself to relax and smile.  She smiled in return, and seemed to radiate a
warm open demeanor that both frightened and enchanted me.  She reminded me
of her mother in that regard, except there was an added quality about her,
something that scared me, even as it drew me in.  I felt a spark of desire
and that unsettled me even more.  She extended her hand.  I took it and we
shook hands.  Her hand was soft and small but warm.  it clung to mine for
several extended seconds with a firmness I enjoyed.  I was suddenly
uncomfortable because whereas my dick always behaved itself around
Esmeralda, this simple, innocent hand shake had the thick meaty tube
suddenly wake up and paying attention.  I was amazed and fascinated,
embarrassed and surprised.  This was the kind of human contact I normally
shied away from, but in this case, in my best friend's house, I felt safe,
secure and suddenly horny.  Perhaps it was because Beatrice was a child and
didn't feel threatening, or perhaps it was simply because she was an
extension of my best and only friends.  Maybe because I related to her on
some level.  I could only guess.  I only knew I felt something I didn't
want to feel.  I released her hand, feeling its impression for several
minutes afterwards, warm and tingling, keeping my dick straining at the
fabric of my briefs even as I tried to calm it down and remind it where I
was, who I was with and how inappropriate a hard on was right now.

   I tried to appear more normal than I was.  "I'm Bob McDaniels.  I work
with your mother," I quickly explained.

   "I know," she said.  "Mom and Dad talk about you a lot." Neither she nor
Esmeralda seemed aware of my embarrassing reaction and I breathed a little
easier.

   "Oh?" I said, looking to Esmeralda, wondering exactly what they had
shared about me.

   "Beatrice, why don't you show Bob some of your photos?" said her mom
with a mischievous lilt as she looked back and forth between the two of us,
and got daggers stared at her in return by her young daughter.  Esmeralda
ignored the look and gave my crotch a knowing glance.  She had noticed. 
Then she grinned impishly.  She said to me.  "Would you like a drink while
you're waiting?"

   "Yes, please," I practically begged.

   "What about you, Bea?" she asked her daughter.

   "Would it be okay if I had a glass of wine?" asked the girl, sitting
down on the other end of the sofa.

   "Sure," smiled Beatrice.  "Let's be all European tonight.  Wine for all
ages.  Red wine okay with you, Bob?  We've got an open bottle and its had
time to breathe so it should be nicely drinkable."

   "Yeah, sure," I nodded, a little surprised they let their daughter drink
alcohol at her age.

   Esmeralda bounced out of the room calling, "Luke!  the wine!  Two more
glasses!"

   When she left there was a moment of hesitation, then I spoke.  I said,
"May I ask how old you are?"

   "Eleven," said Beatrice.  "Mom and Dad say I'm too grown up for my age,
but I don't think so.  All my friends are just the same." Then she smirked,
"All two of them."

   "I understand," I said with an involuntary chuckle, seeing we did have
something in common, a shortage of friends.  I feared her adolescence
promised to be as torturous and scholarly as mine had been.  I tried to
commiserate, "I'm the same way.  But you've already accomplished in eleven
years than it's taken me over 40 to do.  You can count all my close friends
in this house." Trying not to talk down to her, but keeping my conversation
from drifting to areas she would find either boring or obtuse.  "What were
you reading?"

   "Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen," she said.

   "Oh, for school?" I asked sure she was trying to take notes for a book
report.

   "No," she said.  "I just enjoy her books.  They aren't quite sexual
enough for me, but they do examine male/female relationships and that's
what I can get away with right now.  I hope to read more explicit stories
as I get older."

   "Um--yeah," I responded.  "Well, you've got plenty of time for that."

   "Maybe," she mused, looking at me with serious intent, "but I find
myself getting hornier and hornier with each passing day.  I masturbate all
the time.  I think it won't be long before I start experimenting sexually
with others, and probably sooner rather than later."

   "Um--um--" I stuttered, ready to bolt and run.  I was suddenly saved by
the bell when Esmeralda came back with two long stemmed glasses of red
wine, both full to the brim.  "To grease the wheels of conversation," she
offered as she handed each of us our glasses.

   "You didn't water mine down this time, did you Mom?" asked Beatrice.

   "No, I did not, young lady." Esmeralda said defensively, showing a bit
of inebriation on her own part already, making her all the more loquacious.
"Tonight we will all be awash in fine thoughts, fine words and fine
finery."

   Then she giggled a bit and whispered, "Now you two continue your
conversation while I go back into the kitchen to surprise your father." She
added in a hoarse whisper, "I think I'll give the old reprobate a blowjob
while he mixes the salad..." she giggled again.  "Maybe I'll even toss his
salad while he mixes the one for dinner." She covered her mouth in mock
self shock.

   "Moo-oom," complained the pre-teen.  "That's gross." Then as if to
counter her mother's bluntness, she added, "I'm talking to Bob about sex.
Is that alright?"

   Esmeralda laughed.  "Of course.  I can just see it, the two of you, so
prim and proper, discussing sex, using Victorian English and never actually
calling a spade a spade, a penis a cock or a vagina a pussy."

   "Mother," Beatrice said.  "You are embarrassing me."

   "Oh no!  I am embarrassing my daughter who can't keep her hands off her
spasming little cunt.  And my dear friend Bob, who has a larger porn
collection than most people have entire libraries of books, film and music
combined.  I wonder how he spends his spare time, do you think?" Her harsh
humor suddenly changed to sentimental seriousness.  "I'm sorry.  I do truly
love the both of you.  That's why I thought you would be great dinner
companions.  You are so outwardly prudish and inwardly frustrated.  You
both intellectualize romance and sex as if it were clean and sterile.  I's
not.  It's all messy and organic and wonderfully risky." then she stopped,
shivered as if overcome with her own sensuality, and then returned to her
feigned apology, "Oops, I did it again.  So sorry.  I didn't mean to brush
aside your respective facades."

   I shook my head in honest disdain, then said as if it were my role to
defend her.  "I love your mother like a sister, Beatrice, but she can be so
insulting, and yet use language so well I almost enjoy the insult."

   "She's got a remarkable vocabulary, alright," agreed the girl, siding
with me.  "And she spices it with lots of profanity when she can get away
with it.  Just wait until she does what she just said," the little girl
said.  "Between the two of them Mom and Dad use every vulgarity in
existence when they make love, and loudly." She then turned to me and said
in all seriousness.  "How often do you masturbate?"

   My jaw dropped and Esmeralda giggled then quickly took her leave,
grinning to herself at a practical joke well constructed.  I saw it now. 
She intended to embarrass the hell out me with her sophisticated
pre-adolescent daughter and perhaps put her daughter in a compromising
position to teach her a lesson.  Of course, since we were in their home,
nothing untoward could really happen, but it could give Lucius and her a
wealth of chuckles, putting both Beatrice and me in our respective
places..because, at least for my part, I knew every word she had said was
true, although how she knew about my porn collection was beyond me.

   And then something else occurred to me.  It was about this young girl I
was sharing a sofa with.  Beatrice had learned to maintain a certain kind
of control over conversations by maintaining an intellectual approach while
digging into the most vulgar of subject matter.  I knew one thing for sure,
that was one conversation I would never forget, and I would do my damnedest
not to be left alone in a room with her from now on.  Along with my
embarrassment, I was actually getting turned on, and that just wouldn't do
with a girl of her age.  Esmeralda and Lucius might be happy to pull a
trick like this on me, putting me in such an awkward position, but I had no
doubt they would get killing mad if I actually responded to their child,
who I knew they both loved more than life itself, if not actually more than
each other.

   "Um--" I said, still struggling a bit to maintain a sense of decorum,
"Why do you ask?"

   "I'm wondering if I'm normal."

   "Don't worry about that," I answered, then added, "And this is years of
psychoanalysis talking; It's normal.  It's just that people usually don't
discuss it so openly," I said, trying to deflect her.

   "But I really want to know," Beatrice went on, still leaning back
against her side of the sofa, sipping from the wine as if we were in a
drawing room from another era, but broaching subject matter heretofore
labeled taboo.  "I masturbate several times a day when I have the time, and
absolutely have to have an orgasm if I want to get any sleep.  how about
you?"

   "I-I guess I'm the same," I said, entertaining the most open
conversation I had ever had about matters of sexuality, and this with an
eleven year old.  Then I echoed what my analyst had told me, "It helps
release tension and drift off to sleep."

   "Yeah, me too," Beatrice said.  "So from what Mom and Dad have said, I
guess you don't get to fuck a lot?"

   I almost fell off the sofa at that, then took a big gulp of the wine and
said.  "I don't think we should be discussing that, Beatrice."

   "It's only a discussion," the girl said.  "We're not doing anything. 
I'm just trying to find out."

   Just then a series of grunts and profane exclamations seeped into the
room from the direction of the kitchen.  Esmeralda squealed, "Quit teasing
me, you bastard!  Fuck me!" and then Lucius whispered harshly, as if he
were an actor on a stage intentionally making sure everyone heard him
clearly while appearing to be confidential.  "You shameless hot slut! 
They're going to hear us." "They'd damned well better," Esmeralda groaned
in return.  "They both need to learn how good sloppy nasty fucking can be.
Should be.  Ungh!  Yes.  Just like that you motherfucker.  All the way into
my womb!"

   "See," said Beatrice, reddening with embarrassment, or with arousal, I
really couldn't tell, "I told you.  Mom and Dad are fucking again.  I just
wish they wouldn't announce it to us."

   I couldn't really describe what I was feeling.  First, I felt a rush of
disillusionment.  I had never envisioned my best friends having sex,
despite the fact they were obviously life partners in every sense.  It was
just that I had been able to ignore that possible aspect of their
relationship.  Suddenly that was no longer the case.  Evidently Beatrice
had no such luxury.  This was a frequent occurrence in her life.  There was
also the hard-on I was trying to mentally chasten.

   Without thinking I blurted out "I can't believe they are actually doing
that right in the next room!  How in the world can they do that?" Then I
looked as the child beside me.  "Oh?  sorry," I said and started to go on,
but Beatrice giggled and continued before I could say anything else.

   "Yes, they are fucking all right," she said loudly as the noise from the
kitchen became more and more pronounced.  Then in a softer voice she added,
"Actually, they do this a lot.  That's why I don't have friends over very
often.  They will fornicate anytime, anywhere and every possible way when
we're all home together."

   She suddenly took a bigger gulp of her wine and edged a bit closer on
the sofa, and whispered softly.  "Sometimes, I'll watch through the crack
of a door or a peep-hole.  They are so nasty together.  Most people never
know it, but Mom and Dad are perverted sex fiends.  I've seen my father ram
his long hard prick all the way up my mother's big butt many times, and
I've seen him pull it out of her asshole dripping cum and clotted with her
feces, then she'll turn on him like a wild animal and suck it till he's
fully erect again, eating all her own shit off it while she does.  Then
she'll either make him cum in her mouth or fuck her in her open, hairy
pussy.  Then they kiss and laugh about it, bragging about how good it felt
and how good their sex is.  I've even seen my mother with a strap-on dildo,
digging it in and out of Daddy's asshole, then make him kneel down and suck
it clean, just like she does to him.  A lot of the times, I'm sure they
knew I was watching, but that didn't stop them.  You know how most parents
hide the fact they have sex from their children.  Mine never have.  They
never let me just watch outright, but they don't stop me from peeping. 
It's like they just don't care.  They love each other and they love to fuck
each other.  It's always been that way, ever since I was really little. 
Maybe that's why they haven't had any more babies.  They don't want
anything to take their attention away from each other." Then her face
screwed into puzzlement, "Now, is that normal?"

   "I don't think so," I ventured.

   Then she smirked.  "I didn't think so, but I guess I'm not normal
either. I like to watch them.  Sometimes I finger my pussy and butt-hole
while I spy on them.  That's why I want to compare notes.  For instance,
when you jack off, do you think about anybody in particular or just sex in
general."

   "Listen..." I tried to break this flow of this conversation before we
got deeper than I could dog-paddle.  "This is what we would call
inappropriate conversation."

   "Why?" she demanded.  "My mother and father are copulating in the very
next room.  Why can't we talk about it.  And we're just talking
make-believe.  Isn't that all masturbation really is?  to see what
interests you and what doesn't?  Why would looking at people having sex,
even all different kinds of sex, be inappropriate if we're just trying to
understand what's going on, what we might like and what we'd like to try
ourselves?"

   I stared at this child in abject fear.  She had drawn me out into the
rapids of sexual discussion and left me to drown.  I was aghast and
evidently that was the reaction she was looking for.  Then she went on,
"It's actually a good sign when they get like this.  They'll both be in a
great mood the rest of the evening.  I find the more they cum, the nicer
they are to each other, the more fun they are to be with and the more fun
we have as a family."

   She shifted even closer to me on the sofa and leaned into me.  It was
suddenly as if we were best friends, sharing very personal secrets, which
in turn made my pulse race and my face flush, and most embarrassingly of
all, made my penis draw to full erection.  Against my will, I felt as horny
as a stag in heat, but shy and scared of the repercussions.  The young girl
finally noticed my tented slacks and grinned conspiratorially, "Don't be
ashamed if it makes you horny.  I get that way a lot when I see or hear
them...sometimes I can smell their sex juices and I almost faint from
arousal."

   I could envision that.  In fact, I felt like I could faint any second.
Her smirk widened into a suggestive grin.  "Then they have the audacity to
tell me I need to be careful about sex.  I know I'm too young, but I think
that its important for people like you and I, who don't really have sex but
have strong sex drives, to masturbate a lot until we do find the right
partner.  Don't you agree?"

   "I don't know," I said haltingly, gulping at the wine, feeling my view
of life and the world in general restructuring itself while we talked. 
People fuck, I thought as if it were a new concept.  They fuck a lot.  And
the more they fuck the happier they are.  Wait, I knew that wasn't true. 
Rather, people who are in love with each other are happier when they
frequently fuck each other.  That was it.  I was amazed and enthralled with
this new observation, obvious to most people I was sure, but to someone
like me, who never entertained the possibility, it was nothing less than an
epiphany.  Still, I answered, "Its not really an area I know that much
about."

   "I know," she said, and moved over so close our thighs and shoulders
were touching.  "I know all about you," she added suggestively.  "You're a
vigin, just like me." Then she whispered.  "You want to masturbate together
while they fuck?  We can get our cum too that way."

   I froze in abject horror.  This was way over the line, even if I really
really wanted to do just as she suggested.  I was already ready to burst,
and if I could have used their bathroom for five minutes I would have
squirted out my own hot cum if I had the chance.

   "We can't," I said.  "They'd kill us.  Me, anyway.  And I'd even help."

   "C'mon," she wheedled.  "We don't have to take off our clothes or
anything.  You just reach in your pants and jack off your penis while I rub
my pussy under my dress.  It won't hurt anyone and it'll feel real good. 
See, watch me," she said and somehow slid an arm through the arm hole of
her house dress and reached down her front to her pubescent vagina. 
"Watch," she said.  "It'll only take a minute and we'll both be much more
relieved when we eat dinner.  I promise."

   I wet my lips as I saw the little girl start to frig herself underneath
her roomy house dress.  She slouched down onto the sofa and her hand began
to rub at her little girl cunt, covered by only so much fabric.  I was
mesmerized by the rhythmic motions taking place under the house dress. 
Without thinking, my own hand dug down into my slacks and I began stroking
the foreskin of my blood engorged cock in time with her pussy rubbing
fingers.

   "That's right," she whispered, her body pressing against mine and her
body heat heating my own illicit desire.  She was watching me intensely. 
"Rub your hard cock.  Spill out your sperm while I cream my panties," and
she began to rub herself more frantically.  "Do it with me!"

   Suddenly, Esmeralda and Lucius began screaming in shared ecstasy in the
next room and I let loose any inhibitions I might have had with a flurry of
jerking, panting hunches into my own fist and immediately began spurting
thick gobs of semen into my underwear, as my eyes were glued to Beatrice's
frantic self-fuck.

   "Oh no!" I groaned as softly as I could.  "I can't!  I shouldn't!" even
as I plastered my briefs with blast after blast of ejaculant.

   Beatrice grinned as she orgasmed, obviously enjoying seeing me cum as
she dug her fingers deep into her hairless little pussy under the damnably
opaque housedress as I tried to drill through the cloth fiber with my pussy
hungry eyes.  She squealed, "We're doing it!  We're cumming together!  At
the very same time.  Just like Mom and Dad!  All together," Then she
suddenly groaned inarticulately from deep in her throat and thrust her
pelvis up from the sofa, raising her little ass high up into the air.  "Oh
fuuuu-uuuuuck!  This feels so good!" she moaned loudly.  I froze in horror.
There was no way we were not going to get busted with her exclaiming her
orgasm to the world at large like that.  Sure enough, Esmeralda rushed into
the room.  Her house dress was wide open, revealing a huge pair of tits
with areolas larger than half dollars and thick distended brown nipples,
her hairy crotch dripping creamy thick juices, and a dazed look upon her
face.  She watched as Beatrice finished off her orgasm, moaning and panting
in joyous culmination.

   But instead of freezing in shock or screaming at me about what I was
doing with her daughter on the couch, Esmeralda giggled.  "Oh my," she
quipped at both of us slumped onto the sofa, our hands in our respective
pants, and then she looked down at the growing wet splotch on my groin. 
"Oh my indeed," she smiled and shook her head in disdain.

   "I - Esmeralda - I'm - I mean..." I stuttered, finding it suddenly
impossible to extricate my hand from of my briefs.

   Beatrice was much more aggressive in her response, "Mom, its your and
Daddy's fault.  You were making all those sloppy sex sounds.  Besides, we
didn't do anything, not really?"

   "Shush," Esmeralda laughed openly as she casually buttoned up her
housedress, seemingly totally unashamed of her nudity and as Lucius, all
6'3" of him, stepped in behind her with his fly unzipped, his blond hair
disheveled, his shirt tail half-in and half-out of his pants and a sheen
about his face that I could only assume originated from his wife's sticky
wet cunt.  Esmeralda went on, "Don't worry, We're not upset, Bob.  In fact,
this is kind of what we were hoping for."

   "Not exactly, but kind of," Lucius interjected.  "I was thinking more of
a kind of verbal therapy session where we all bared our souls, shared our
darkest secrets and then talked about the movies we wanted to see."

   Esmeralda went on, "And Bea, you are right, but I don't feel guilty. 
Your father just gave me a lovely fuck and I can't begrudge you wanting
yours too.  I'm just surprised.  I knew I wanted you both to open up a bit
tonight, but I never thought either of you would have had the courage to
touch yourselves in each other's presence." She laughed again.  "Well,
we've already accomplished everything we wanted this evening insofar as
tricking you two into admitting you aren't Oscar Wildeian characters,
replacing intimacy with conversation."

   Lucius just grinned awkwardly and mumbled, "I guess its me who should
apologize.  That's my dark secret.  When Essy flashes me those gorgeous
knockers or starts fondling my cock, I can't control it.  I've just got to
have her.  I have one true addiction in this life, and it's my wife.  I
can't get enough of her, even after years and years."

   "That's right, and my man has never let me down when I have an itch for
him to scratch, wherever it is," Esermalda cooed as she leaned onto
Lucius's arm.  Then she slapped him on his butt and he said as if on cue,
"Let's eat!"

   Esmeralda dropped Lucius's arm and took mine, then led me into the
dining room, "Lucius is a great fuck after a glass or two of wine," she
chattered happily as if this were something I wanted to know.  "He draws it
out till I melt all over his thick hard cock."

   "With your hot wet cunt drenching my nuts, and our shared juices
streaming down both our assholes," Lucius added as he and Beatrice followed
in step behind us.

   "Stop!  Stop!  Stop!" Beatrice exclaimed.  "Remember, you have company.
Shy, introverted, scared of sex, company."

   Esmeralda glared petulantly at her daughter.  "Sometimes you make my
asshole twitch, little girl," she said.  "And not in an good way.  After
catching you finger-fucking yourself and Bob pounding his pud, I assumed
you would be open to more reality based discussions.  We just assumed you
might benefit from our more experienced viewpoints, given that you have now
admitted you love to cum.  Sorry that includes such explicit
visualizations. You should be grateful your father and I have provided you
with a positive model for how two people can be married for fifteen years
and screwing for almost thirty, and still enjoy meaningful and satisfying
sexual expression with one another on a regular basis."

   "Thirty years?" I blurted out.  "That means you had to start when you
were...." I was doing my calculations.  Esmeralda and Lucius were the same
age, 36, which seemed to mean they had began their sexual liaison when they
were small children.

   "Yes," Esmeralda giggled, proving beyond doubt "in vinas, veritas" was
more than just a saying.  "I was sucking on my stud's cock before he could
squirt anything but pee-pee."

   "Didn't stop her, though," added Lucius.  "Essy was stuffing my hard
little boy cock up her tiny little pussy and riding it to glory before
either of us even knew how to say fuck.  It was just playing to us.  Maybe
all I was getting was a tingle and a thrill, but Essy was already an orgasm
addict."

   "Excuse me," I interjected.  "I feel like I've stepped into a salacious
version of Robert in Wonderland, only even more sur-real and abstract than
Lewis Carrol's version.  I don't know if I can handle all this."

   "Don't fret, Bob, old boy," Lucius intoned with a bit of an alcohol
induced slur.  "This is all just open, friendly family patter and word
play. Tonight, we have decided to open up our home and lives to you, and in
hopes that you will do the same.  Come, sit with my family.  Eat, drink,
blabber, be merry."

   I sighed and sat, was handed the green salad and tried some.  I tried to
ignore the recent foray into perversion.  "Delicious," I said honestly.

   "Lucius" specialty," quipped Esmeralda, the proud wife.  "Especially the
dressing." she said stifling a giggle.

   "Mother!" exclaimed Beatrice.  "You didn't!"

   "Why not?" Esmeralda said.  "We won't skimp on ingredients because we
have company.  And can't you see, Bob is enjoying it."

   The girl sat back down, obviously abashed.  She was humiliated by the
behaviour of her parents as only a teenager can be, despite her pre-teen
status.  There was also something going on that I didn't know or
understand, and wasn't in a hurry to find out.  But the family exchange was
not done.

   Lucius spoke, "Bob, I've got to ask you, and please answer me honestly,
do you trust us?"

   "As much as I've ever trusted anyone," I said.  "Tonight has already
gotten far out of my comfort zone, but you are still the only friends I've
ever really had.  I knew things might get difficult for me and I'm trying
my best to be open and honest, even though I feel I've sort of betrayed
your trust already.  I am truly sorry about what happened before." I
suddenly realized something, "I never expected you to have secrets too."

   "No, I want to apologize to you, Bob," Lucius went on.  "Whether we
meant to or not, we set you up ("They did mean to," interjected Beatrice),
took advantage of you." Here he nodded at Beatrice, "Both of you.  But it
was done with love and good intent.  We mean no harm, and value your -
Bob's - friendship very much.  We know its hard for you.  At the same time,
we decided to take some big risks tonight ourselves, in the spirit of
fairness, whatever the consequences.  We wanted you to know that we have
our own secrets, just as dark as yours."

   Esmeralda added, "You don't know this Lucius, but just like you don't
let people get too close to you, we've never let people get to close to our
family.  Part of it is the history Lucius I share.  We really did start our
relationship with we were little kids.  We both strayed a bit over the
first ten years or so, trying to be normal and see if there was more to
life and love than what we had together, but finally, 15 years ago, we
admitted to ourselves and each other that we shared something special. 
We've been locked together ever since and never regretted a minute of it.
I'm only glad we were smart and honest enough to admit to each other how we
felt and that we needed the special chemestry we generate together.  We're
just as afraid of losing you as a friend as you may be of losing us, but we
agreed it was worth the risk, and that Bea shouldn't be kept in the dark
anymore about why we are the way we are."

   "All I wanted to know is whether you used pee and cum in the salad
dressing," Beatrice said, "Not our whole family history."

   I involuntarily swallowed the salad I was chewing.  "Wha-?" I exclaimed.

   "Don't fret, you two, we didn't cum in it like we do when it's just us
three, we didn't even mix any of your mom's sweet salty piss, which I
believe adds the perfect touch.  No, I just added some herb from the back
yard to help us all relax and, along with the wine, get us in a chatty
mood," Lucius then went on as if these were normal home made ingredients.
"Bob, there is a bit of marijuana mixed into the greens.  In about twenty
minutes or so, you should start to feel pretty damned good.  Ever done
grass before."

   "No," I said, scared as hell.  "I'm afraid of what it might do to me."

   "It's effectively harmless," Beatrice assured me.  "It just makes
everything funny and then gives you the munchies after a bit.  Mom and Dad
don't smoke, and don't want me to, but they like to get high sometimes."

   "And don't worry, this is a safe secure environment.  Nothing bad will
happen to anybody, but it may be a while before you want to drive home."

   "Thank God its only grass," Beatrice sighed.

   "Oh go on, Bea," Esmeralda chided her.  "You know you never complain
about the sperm dressing we use when its just the three of us.  In fact,
lately you've demanded extra helpings whenever your Dad whips some up." She
giggled again.  "Which brings us to another reason for the dinner tonight.
I've been growing more and more concerned about my little girl.  Beatrice
is getting hornier with each passing day.  We need to open that up for
discussion as well."

   The truth is that we were all feeling the wine by now.  I was more
curious than scared at this point, though I still felt jittery.  The wine
was helping calm my nerves, but I still wanted to be careful about how it
loosened up my inhibitions.  I didn't want to blurt out any admissions that
would alienate my weird, but wonderful friends.  I was already in way over
my head with the masturbation, accepting Lucius's and Esmeralda's admission
about their history together and their daughter's unsettling
precociousness.

   Beatrice decided to add some more shock value to the conversation, "I
want him to show me his porn collection," Beatrice went on.  "The one you
told me about,"

   "Oh shit," groaned Esmeralda.  The looked at me and said with an
embarrassed laugh, "Sorry Bob.  I didn't mean for her to mention that."

   "I was wondering how you knew about that," I commented with a placidity
I never dreamed I'd have.  "You haven't seen...."

   "Oh, but I have," Esmeralda said.  "You keep it on a special hard disk.
You accidentally brought it to work one day a few years ago and you had me
dig through your data for some documents we couldn't find.  I saw the disk
and thought you might have placed it there.  You have no idea how relieved
I was to find out you actually do have a sex drive, so to speak." More
giggled.  "Of course it was a bit of a surprise to know your secret desires
tend to revolve around young girls just about Esmeralda's age."

   I yelped and was up out of my seat ready to rush home, destroy the disk
and find the most direct route to the hill country when Lucius said. 
"Don't let these women discombobulate you, bro.  They're pressing buttons,
both of them.  And as I recall from my conversations with Esmeralda, all
the teen and pre-teen porn was written material, not photos or videos,
which means you keep your imagination in check just as much as you do your
penis.  And my guess is, you don't fuck around at least partially because
you're afraid of your own desires, am I right?"

   I nodded in ascent as I sat back down in my chair.  Suddenly, my
appetite had disappeared.

   "Have some more wine, Robert.  Empty that glass and I'll get you
another." Lucius suggested warmly.  I felt numb, but did as asked and took
a couple of deep breaths.

   "I guess I need to apologize to everyone concerned," I said with a heavy
sigh as Lucius filled up my glass again.  "It's very embarrassing to be
exposed like that, particularly in front of Beatrice.  I'm sorry for ever
bringing that stuff into the office, Esmeralda."

   "Oh pooh," Esmeralda said.  "Don't be, I was very happy to see it.  The
adult porn was pretty extreme; lots of shit eating, piss drinking and girl
on girl shit (more giggles), you know what I mean, and strap-on stuff and
girls doing their men like the men did them, but that only gave me new
ideas to try with Lucius.  Boy was he surprised when I started reaming out
his asshole with my vibrating anal beads."

   "Now the bitch has me addicted to that shit," Lucius chuckled.  "You've
assured our marriage will never be boring, Rob, and I'll never consider
divorce because I can't imagine ever getting another woman to do the stuff
Esmerelda does so willingly.  I've been deep throated, pissed on, tongue
fucked up my ass, reamed out with a vibrator while she sucked me off, every
thing, over the past couple of years since she saw that stuff.  I always
knew I couldn't live without her, but now all she has to do is show up for
my cock to get harder than a rock.  Now that's what I call true love."

   Esmeralda smiled with great satisfaction.  "That's my man, totally
ruined for any other woman, all thanks to your porn collection, so don't
apologize.  I'm just sorry you have nothing more to show for your eccentric
tastes than a bunch of videos and stories."

   I was studying my salad as if it held the secrets to the universe. 
"Can't be helped," I sighed.  "Too shy to go out looking and too much of a
conscience to seriously consider despoiling a child and way too scared of
the law." With that, I cranked down another full glass of wine."Damn!" I
said.  "this is a sad waste of really fine wine.  I'm already buzzed and I
have yet to really taste it."

   Beatrice spoke up, "So, the real reason you don't discuss your sexuality
is because you are ashamed of it?"

   I raised my head and looked right into the precocious child's eyes.  I
suddenly felt bold and a bit mean.  "Yes.  That and my interests tend to
encompass girls exactly at your stage of development."

   This finally shut her up.  The girl was a lot better at dishing it out
than taking it.  Both Lucius and Esmeralda were looking at us with dazed
satisfaction.  This was evidently exactly what they had schemed for, a
confrontation of two-know-it-all's whose sexuality was all concept,
verbosity and ignorance hidden behind facades of intellectuality.

   "I'm sorry," I said, concerned I had hurt the girl's feelings.  Then I
turned to Esmeralda and said, "Maybe I'd better go,"

   "Don't you dare," Esmeralda ordered.  "Lucius and I have planned this
too long for you to run off, or for Bea to suddenly slam shut like a clam."
Then she smiled as if she had just told a joke.

   "What?" Beatrice asked.  "Why are you smiling like that.  You want me
and him to open up.  What about you?  Shouldn't you be a model for me."

   "Your father and I have always been open with you, Bea," said Esmeralda.
"I was just thinking, you're mouth suddenly closed like a clam when the
subject at hand in that pretty little sealed hairless clam of yours."

   Beatrice stared at her mother, not able to speak.

   "You wanted me to tell you.  don't ask if you don't rally want to know?"

   Beatrice's eyes began a slow but sure heated build to anger.  Suddenly
she flew out of her chair and ran from the room.

   Lucius sighed, "See love, she's out of her depth now and knows it.  "I'm
just glad she doesn't have a boyfriend close at hand, she'd be arranging to
get that litte cunt unsealed in the next day or two, more out of rancor
than any real desire.  She doesn't understand what we're trying to
accomplish here."

   "Frankly, neither do I," I interjected.  "I love you both, but damn,
you've stretching the limits of our friendship tonight."

   "We know we are," Esmeralda said.  "We agreed it was a risk worth
taking. You are our favorite person, our closest friend, and Beatrice is
our whole world, but both of you are languishing away in an existence that
doesn't really exist.  And we are tired of hiding our own dirty little
secrets from you.  So tonight we are trying to draw you both into reality
and 'out' ourselves at the same time.  For you, and Bea too, we hope you
will open yourself to real relationships, where Bea will start seeing her
exploration as something more than a Jane Austen novel with dirty words
sprinkled in, and you finally see there's more possiblities to
realationships than a virtual mountain of porn."

   "Are--are you trying to hook us up?" I asked.

   "Heavens no," Lucius said quickly.  "We agreed that might be one of the
outcomes, and not one we would particularly like to see, but even that was
worth the risk if there was a chance to draw the two of you out of your
shells.  Right, babe," he said to Esmeralda.

   Esmeralda reached out and took Lucius' hand in hers and said, "That's
something I've been meaning to talk to you about, Luke....

   Suddenly Beatrice swept back into the room with a large tablet computer.
She handed it to me and sat down in her chair.  "Here!" she said.  Then
boldly, "These are the photos Mom teased me to show you.  Look!  See!"

   Than she sat down and stared blatantly at her Mom and Dad, daring them
to intervene.  She said to them, "They're all there.  Every one."

   I looked at the tablet and saw a mass of thumbnails covering the tablet
screen.  Each one was a photo of Beatrice at various ages, but totally
naked and exposed in each one, with her legs spread wide open or her butt
up in the to display her little anus.

   I stopped breathing.  I was both fascinated and terrified at the same
time.

   "Well go ahead," Beatrice demanded.  "You wanted him to see.  Let him
see all of them."

   I tried to hand the tablet back to Beatrice, but she shoved it back I
gazed at the photos, mesmerized.  My mouth started to water and my dick
started hardening again against my best interests.  "I shouldn't look at
these," I said.  "I'm sure they're private and ...  and..."

   "And you can't take your eyes off them, can you," Esmeralda said.

   "Yeah," I breathed.  Now realizing that each thumbnail represented a
whole folder full of images, and each one representing different stages in
Beatrice's physical development.

   "Why?" asked Lucius.  "Tell the truth, Rob.  We're all family here."

   "Because they are beautiful," I said softly.  I raised my eyes to
Beatrice who was surprised at my answer.  "These are perfectly beautiful
photos," I said.  "You are beautiful, from the ones where you are a baby to
the ones now." Then it hit me.  "My god, you are developing early, aren't
you?"

   Now I understood the loose clothing.  In the most recent photos,
Esmeralda had pronounced breasts with perky pink nipples.  Her pubis was
still bare, but her tits had blossomed and would have been an embarrassment
for a girl her age where all her peers were still flat chested, or nearly
so.

   "Do you think she has anything to be ashamed of?" asked Esmeralda.

   "No!" I said defensively.  "She is ...  well, perfect.  Really.  I know
I shouldn't look at these pictures, because I'm not seeing them as they are
meant to be seen." I looked up to Beatrice again.  "I've never seen
anything like this.  It's like a pictorial journal of your physical
development, particularly your -- um -- sexual development."

   "More importantly," Esmeralda said.  "Do you find these photos arousing.
Do they make your penis hard?  Tell the truth."

   "Yes," I admitted.  "You already know my weakness, my sickness,
whatever. I've always shied away from real representations of naked
children, but this is so tantalizing, I can't seem to stop staring at
them."

   "Well, Bea?" queried Esmeralda, "Do you still want him to look at them?
You know now he's aroused by them, that he'll probably imagine them when he
jacks off before he goes to sleep, and probably when he wakes up in the
night, wondering how sweet your little pussy would taste, how exciting it
would be to probe his tongue up your little shithole, stuff his hard cock
between your bee-stung lips and into your warm wet little mouth, even how
it would feel to stick his dick up into your wet virgin pussy."

   "He can look at all of them if he wants.  He can even have a copy," the
child said boldly to her mother and father, then turned to face me, "But
you have to let me go through your porn collection too."

   "Wow!  that's something I never saw coming," Luscius commented.  "I
thought she might want to destroy the stuff, or even go through them with
Rob, but I never considered that option."

   "That's because we always underestimate Bea," smiled Esmeralda.  "She
teaches us as much as we teach her.  And it sounds fair to me," Then she
looked from Bea to me.

   The ball was suddenly in my court.  I looked at them all, focusing most
intently on Beatrice, "Alright," I agreed.  "Its a matter of trust as much
as anything else.  Esmerala and Lucius, you are my friends, and Beatrice,
you are a remarkable girl in every sense of the word," and held out the
tablet for her to take back.

   "You keep it while we eat," she said.  "It's okay if you sneak peaks at
it, if I get to hold on to your penis while you do."

   "What?" I started, as did Lucious and Esmeralda.

   "I mean through his pants," Beatrice said as if that made it an innocent
diversion.  "That way I can tell when he gets more aroused."

   "Young lady, you keep surprising me," Lucius noted, "and scaring me too.
"I'll accept it, as long as Rob does keep his dick in his pants, and if
Essy does the same to me while we continue our discussion."

   "Oh shucks," Esmeralda chided.  "I was so hoping to get a good look at
Rob's cock.  I've often wondered if he even had one."

   Beatriced reached down onto my lap and grasped my throbbing prick
through my slacks.  I gasped at the sensation of another person's hand that
close to my genitals.  Beatrice said in a most disaffected tone, "Oh, he's
got one all right.  and its thick and firm too."

   "No fair stroking him!" Esmeralda said, setting the ground rules.  "If
you jack him off, you won't be able to tell which images get him harder,
and he'll just cum in his pants."

   I looked around and said, "That could happen anyway.  I've had precious
few hands this close to my penis in my life."

   "Except for your own," Beatrice added.

   "Exactly, and its not the same thing," I noted.  "Not the same thing at
all." and with that, as if it were a cue, my penis began spewing out a load
of cum.  "Oh!" I gasped.  "Oh...oh my."

   Beatrice grinned, confident in her sense of control, "Wow!  I can feel
it pulsing and twitching."

   Lucius shook his head in disdain, "Well, fuck, girl.  You've got him
coming.  Just finish him off then.  Stroke that motherfucker and milk him
dry."

   "Oh!  Damn!  Sorry!" I exclaimed as my cum continued to pour from me an
as Beatrice started stroking me up and down with her little hand through my
slacks.  I was in a delerious quandrum of pleasure and chagrin as I felt
the exquisite trill of orgasm flash trough me in wave after tumultuous
wave. As it did I glanced down at the thunbnails displayed on the tablet
and used a finger to select one at random, It opened to a new set of
thumbnails of a slightly younger Beatrice, whose breasts were small
swelling bumps on her chest, I again selected one at random and was
introduced to a photo of Beatrice, her rump up in the air, her plump little
ass globes spread wide and her head turned with a mischievouis grin to the
camera.  I saw the pinprick of har anus, the spread slit of her little girl
cunt, and a new surge of cream poured out of my spasming dick, making a
spreading sticky stain.

   Beatrice grinned, "He likes that one," she noted.

   "Which one?" asked Esmeralda.

   "I was eight, when I started taking them on my own, and I'm showing my
butthole and my pussy at the same time.  I had just used your clit vibrator
and my pussy is all open, wet and pink." She eyed her mother evilly, "Not
like a little clam at all.  And he came even harder when he saw that."

   "Oh shit," grunted Esmeralda, then grabbed Lucious and said, "Darling,
you have to do me a favor."

   "What's that, sweetheart," her husband asked, seeming to know the answer
before it was stated.

   "Get dowm under the table and suck my cunt." she said.  "You can call me
a bad mother, but seeing Rob's face while he cums in his pants makes me
crazy."

   "Your a bad mother, for sure.  A terrible mother," Lucius grinned, even
as he disappeared under the dining table.  Esmeralda immediately went into
a paraxym of pleasure.

   "Oh you motherfucker," she groaned.  "You know how to suck my cunt
better than anyone." She looked into Beatrice's eyes.  "He's biting the
shit out of my clit, baby.  Don't let a man do that to you until you're
used to cumming hard, because it can fucking kill you or send you to
heaven." Then she reached both hands down below the table and began a
trembling hunching motion.  she closed her eyes and hunched hard in her
chair, "Stick your tongue all the way up my cunt, you sonofabitch.  I love
it.  Fuck my pussy with our fucking face!"

   Beatrice and I watched them wordlessly.  Beatrice had a disapproving
expression but slid her hands down my crotch where she could feel the
seeping sticky sperm from my pants.  "They're always like that," she said.
"Sometimes, I see only one of them throughout dinner while the other is
busy under the table, and I'm never allowed to look.  Isn't that terrible.
They don't mind sucking each other off in front of me, but I'm not allowed
to see it." Then she asked in a matter of fact way, "You always cum this
much when you orgasm?"

   "No," I breathed harshly, "This was special.  Very weird and very
special."

   I saw the child smile in self-satisfaction.  "Then did I do it right?"

   "You did it perfect," I grunted, trying to get control of my breath
again.

   But even as I said this I felt her unzip my pants and grasp my naked
cock her small warm hand, squeeze it gently and say softly, all sense of
shame and embarrassment gone, "Look at some more.  I want to see which
one's make you hard."

   "Not.....Yet!" gasped Esmeralda.  "Let me finish fucking the shit out of
Lucius's face first!" And she began humping violently.  It was incredibly
erotic to watch her ascend to her peak.  She was flushed and went rigid
even as she shivered and trembled.  "Oh baby, I love your cunt-sucking
mouth.  Eat me.  Eat me up!"

   Then she arched, froze, groaned loudly, and collapsed in a heap in her
chair.

   "Best fucking dinner we ever had," she groaned.

   Lucius rose up from unter the table very flushed as well, a big shit
eating grin on his face.  "God!" he exclaimed.  "I'll never tire of eating
this woman's pussy.  It's like going swimming in pussy juice."

   He did, indeed, look like he'd just had a bath.  His face was wet and
shiny and sticky, glazed from the copious flow of Esmeralda's cum.

   "See, that's what we mean," Esmeralda said, insisting on trying to add
to their case for our odd gathering.  "Sex is nasty and sticky and smelly.
It's supposed to be.  Your books fool you into thinking it something sweet
and tasteless." Then to me she said, "And porn makes it look sterile and
clean." Then she paused.  "Well, not your porn.  Most of your porn has
shitty dicks and slimy cunts.  Real people fucking and sucking.  I hate
those anal scenes where everything is so - so sterile.  No shitty emulsion.
No dirty dicks." She grimaced, but then grinned again.  "Your cartoons were
the best, though.  They were full of little girls getting fucked and loving
it, drinking cum and begging for more, pregnant and happy about it."

   "Fantasies," I said.  "Safe and non-threatening.  Safe to jack off to,
to cum with."

   "Now you'll have something that's unsafe," Esmeralda said.  "Very
dangerous images of a real live little girl enjoying her sexuality. 
Genuine smiles when she cums with a shit covered vibrator up her bottom or
a spit shined one pressed to her baby clit.  Do you think you can handle
that?"

   "No," I answered immediately.  "I can't handle it.  I love it.  I want
it, but its too real.  Beatrice is too real." But Beatrice interrupted
before I could wax into a soliloquoy.

   "Here, look at this." she said.  "I took all this myself."

   What she showed me was a video of her alone in her room on her bed.  The
video showed her swishing her tight little ass away from the camera to the
bed.  Again, she was no more than seven or eight.  She propped herself up
on the bed with several pillows and spread her legs, then began to rub her
pussy, opening up the tight little lips and probing inside her cunt,
arousing herself as she did."

   "I'm watching myself on my computer while I masturbate," Beatrice
explained.  "I like watching myself.  Do you ever watch yourself?"

   "Uh-no," I said, concentrating on the moving image before me.  Then she
turned up the audio.

   "See," said the younger Beatrice.  "You already know I rub my pussy
every day.  If I miss a day I get really nervous and cranky.  But today is
special, because today I'm going to truly fuck myself, both my pussy and my
asshole.  Do you want to see?  Mommy says it will make me bleed the first
time, but I decided I want to fuck my pussy all the way, not just rub it.
See it, see my wet pussy?" she said while rubbing at her clit faster and
faster.  She went on, "You know I always like something up my butt when I
cum.  Mommy does too.  That's where I learned about it.  Then when I tried
it, I found out I cum even harder.

   The real Beatrice, sitting at my side, holding onto my cock, whispered
in my ear.  "You're getting really hard again.  Is it beause seeing my
pussy makes you excited?"

   "Yes," I answered quietly.  "Very excited.  Did you really fuck
yourself?"

   "Watch and see," Beatrice teased as the little girl she used to be
rasied up her sweet little bottom and pushed a finger all the way up into
her asshole.  "Do you see how I fuck my butt?  It feels so good I want to
orgasm all over it." she said, and closed her eyes and fucked her finger
hard and deep into her little girl shithole repeatedly.  She paused and
said "I love it.  I wish it was a real live penis.  Not too big like my
daddy's but smaller, and she pulled her finger from her butt and said,
"Like my little butt fucking toy here.  Mommy got it for me so I could butt
fuck myself while I play with my pussy.  She took a little slender silver
sex-toy and carefully, but expertly, planted it's full length up into her
asshole.  Her eyes widened as it bottomed out.  "Oh God, that feels so
fucking good.  It's vibrating and I feel it in my insides.  It makes me all
shakey inside.  Shakey and horny." She closed her eyes felt the vibrations
in her bowels then said, "And see my finger?  It's all stinky and brown
now." She sniffed the finger she had used up her butt and said, "It smells
like poo.  Why does that make me even hornier?  I don't know but it does.
It really does.  Then she popped the finger in her mouth and sucked on it.
My dick lurched to a full hard-on.

   "Oh!" Beatrice cried.  "He really likes that.  His thing got fully hard
again."

   Then she whispered in my ear, "Would you like to suck on my shitty
finger?"

   "Oh fuck yes," I exclaimed, not meaning to raise my voice.

   "I should have guessed he would go wild when he saw this vid," Lucius
said.  "This was during Bea's wild phase.  She didn't just play with her
pussy.  She documented it." Then he grinned.  "Made for many nights of
great sex with Esmeralda.  We replayed it over and over again, watching our
baby get off with her asshole and pussy."

   "Quiet," Beatrice insisted.  "I don't want him to miss this."

   What this was was when the little Beatrice pulled out a slender
dick-shaped dildo of about four inches and said.  "I'm ready now!  I'm
going to fuck my pussy.  See me Mommy and Daddy.  I'm going to put this all
the way up in my vigina and see if I can break my hymen.  Then I can really
fuck myself any time I want."

   She fixated on the little vibrating dildo and pushed a little button
that set the sex-toy to vibrating.

   "Watch!" she proclaimed.

   "Watch!" echoed the slightly older Betrice fondling and stroking my
cock.

   And the little girl carefully fit the four inch dildo at the mouth of
her pussy, then stroked it in and out a couple of times, then looked at the
cameral and said "Now!"

   Again the eleven year old Betrice whispered hoarsely, "Now!" and gripped
my cock hard and tight as we watched the eight year old Beatrice plunge the
four inch vibrator up her tender little cunt.

   "Ouch!" yelped the child as she burst through her cherry, the flecks of
bright red blood suddenly leaking around the dildo.  "I fucked my pussy,"
the small child cried.  "It hurts.  It hurts," She froze and remained
silent as she regained control over herself.

   "Now watch," Beatrice said to me.  "Watch me."

   I watched as the little girl slowly began moving the vibrator inside her
pussy, as if stiring it with the slender play prick.

   "That's not too bad," she quipped on the screen.  "It's not bad," and
slowly and gently slid the dildo in and out of her baby cunt.  She kept
saying "Its not bad," for a couple of minutes until the sensations started
to become more pleasurable than painful.  She suddenly changed her
narrative.  "It's not bad, it's good.  It's starting to feel gooder and
gooder." She bit her lower lip as she started speeding up her self-fuck. 
"I like it," she said softy, then announced louder.  "See Mommy and Daddy,
I like it.  I like fucking my little pussy with my little cock.  Fucking
feels so nice.  In my butt.  In my pussy.  I feel it making me shake all
over."

   She looked directly into the camera.  "You want me to do it?  You want
me to fuck myself?  You want me to cum with my bum and my vagina together.
I want you to see me.  See me fuck.  Fuck!  Fuck!" and with that the
beautiful little child started hunching wildly on the bed.

   "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" she cried, cumming wildly, now spraying her virgin
blood out of her newly despoiled little girl cunt, ruining her bed clothes
but still screaming.  "Cummming!  Cum so good!"

   Then she collapsed back onto the bed.  In a moment Esmeralda came into
the room, walked over to the bed, kissed the child's forehead and turned
off the camera.

   "You like?" Esmeralda asked.

   "Wow!" was all I could say.

   "I think he likes it a lot," Beatrice added.  "His penis is as hard as
ever.  I think he's ready to cum again."

   "No!" Esmeralda ordered.  "That's enough for now." Then she said to me,
"You sure you don't want a copy?  for your private collection."

   "I-I-I...I want it.  I really really want it," I said, then turned to
Beatrice and said bluntly.  "I want you."

   "No!  No!  No!  No!  No!" broke in Lucius.  "That is not part of this
deal.  I mean, sometimes I feel guilty about being turned on when I watch
my baby girl fucking herself on video, but then Esmeralda rams a dildo up
my ass or sucks my cock down her throat and I don't worry about it anymore.
But that's not the same as letting her get involved with a grown man."

   "No argument," I said.  "You're right.  It's just that...Wow!  I've
never seen anything as hot at that." Then corrected myself, "As hot as
Beatrice.  I never would have guessed."

   Esmeralda was much more forebearing than Lucius, and evidently had a
differing point of view.  "That's what I mean.  Beatrice is obviously a
very sensual girl.  She enjoys herself so much, and until recently I've
agreed with Lucius that she's not mature enough to handle a sexual
relationship.  At the same time, you have no real experience with women,
but have an enormous sex drive.  If the two of you can realize this, accept
this, that's the first step to do something constructive about it."

   "Maybe," I admitted, but confused about what she meant and where she was
leading.  "I don't know exactly what you mean, but what you say sounds
right."

   "Momma always sounds right," said Beatrice staring at my cock.  "But I
can tell by how much I want to start sucking on your penis that she's not
entirely right.  She wants me to accept how sexual I am, but doesn't want
me to get involved with any boys until I'm more mature.  Well, I may not be
mature, but my pussy sure is ready, and my butt, and my mouth.  I would
love to taste your dick."

   "Oh shit!" grumbled Lucius.  "I knew I would probably have to talk Rob
out of messing with you, but I never really thought I'd have to argue you
out of it."

   "Well, Daddy.  You could let me suck your cock," said Beatrice plainly,
which made both Lucius and Beatrice jerk in shock.  "Or if I start feeling
this horny at school I might just grab one of the boys and suck him off. 
That would ruin my reputation for sure, wouldn't it.  They already stare at
me because my breasts have grown so big."

   "Fuck!" Lucius griped.  "I hate living with women who are so much
smarter than me."

   Both Beatrice and Esmeralda grinned at him.  Beatrice quipped, "We never
lose arguments with Daddy." and she gave my rampant cock a mischievious
squeeze.  She eyed me severely, "I'm going to suck your dick tonight. 
Count on it."

   Lucius had started tensing up again, ready to protest.  But Esmeralda
said to him, "Darling, its true.  We've exposed Bea to sexual ativity every
since she was born, thinking it was harmless.  The model we've given her is
that sex, diviant or otherwise, is a wonderful experience when it's done
with true affection, with sincere love.  We've only reinforced that image
while we've let her explore her sexuality.  She loves to cum and gets more
and more frustrated if she goes very long without a sexual release.  Now,
her curiosity has grown to the point where she wonders what it would be
like with another person.  We have to accept that she's going to act on
that, and soon.  If we don't, we're probably going to have a pregnant teen
to look after, or worse."

   As a reluctant acceptance began to show on Lucius's face, Esmeralda said
to both Bea and me, "You well might be sucking each other off, even fucking
one another very soon, but not before we all consider it.  I won't say you
can't, but first I want to make sure we all agree on what we're getting
into.  For instance, you have to go through Rob's porn with him, to see
what kind of man he really is.  What kind of things he will likely want to
try.  Agreed?" she said, looking directly at me.

   "Agreed," I panted and gently dislodged Beatrice's hand from my cock.  I
admitted, "Once you see what I actually like, you might change you mind. 
I'm a sick bastard.  I know that, but I've never done anything about it. 
Ever.  You would probably be a lot better off with someone your own age and
with more normal - um - interests.  The next time I come over, I'll bring
it with me."

   Beatrice was now glaring at me.  Lucius seemed to be as happy as I was
to put off crossing a line we couldn't uncross.  Esmeralda grinned.

   "Wait a moment," she said, and left the room.

   We all looked at each other quizzically while we waited.  When Esmeralda
came back into the room she was carrying a small portable external hard
drive.

   "No need to wait.  I did more than just look at the hard drive Bob
brought in.  I copied it.  I'm sure you've added more to your collection
since I saw it.  But if no one has objections we can explore your erotic
multi-meida right now."

   "Oh my God," I gasped.  "You've had that all along?  But.  truthfully,
none of that stuff will match that little video I just saw.  It was so much
more beautiful, real and genuine," I said.

   "Really?" Beatrice asked, impressed.

   "Absolutely," I answered, wishing I could dare to reach out and touch
her.

   The bespectacled girl smiled and leaned over and kissed my cheek. 
"Thank you," she said sweetly.

   "Well I never," Esmeralda said.  "We can't get her to kiss her Grandma
on the cheek and she freely does it to you, Rob.  See what I mean, you two
have a connection, even if you don't know it.  Maybe we should show Grams
that video."

   "Bet she'd fall over and die if we did," Lucius said." Then he gave an
evil grin to Esmeralda.  "Let's do it."

   Esmeralda laughed, then went on.  "Come on everybody, fill up your
plates, then we'll go to the family room to watch some videos."

   Beatrice was up like a shot.  She filled her plate, keeping a grip on my
exposed cock and dragging me up to my feet before I could do the same to
mine.  I was standing with my erect penis exposed to the world at large. 
Esmeralda appraised it lightly.  "Not bad, Bob."

   Not to be outdone Lucius stood up displaying his own hard-on.  "Mine is
twice as long as Rob's," he boasted and stroked his slime covered cock for
all to see.

   Beatrice eyed him and spoke up, defending me.  "I think he's just the
right size."

   "He's just fine," agreed Esmeralda.  "Size counts, but so does
thickness, technique, enthusiasm, stamina, and most of all, love.  Bob's
cock is thicker than yours, Lucius.  A girl's going to feel every bit of
that dick.  It will hit every spot it reaches."

   Lucius grinned crookedly and said, "Okay, we all have our strength's and
short-comings." I couldn't tell if he was being mean or not.

   I didn't say anything, but my dick did start to wilt.

   "See what you did, Daddy?" Beatrice said, then flashed her anger at him.
As if in rebellion to him, she placed her plate back on the table, dropped
to her knees in front of me and sucked my cock into her hot little mouth.

   I groaned in immaculate pleasure.

   "Hey!" yelled Lucius, but Esmeralda stepped up to him, grabbed him by
his own dick and stroked it, saying, "It's your own fault, Lucius.  You
know when you challenge that little girl, she's going to raise the stakes."

   "But shit!  baby.  My little baby is sucking a grown man's cock!" Lucius
practically whined.

   "And I was drinking your piss when you were seven years old," Esmeralda
countered, "And eating your cum since you were ten."

   "But we were kids," Lucius tried to defend his anger.

   "And Bea has been watching us fuck since she was born," Esmeralda went
on as Beatrice continued her enthusiastic blowjob.  "She's going to be
fucking someone soon, and I have decided I would prefer it to be Bob. 
That's what I was trying to tell you before.  Bea is ready for full-on sex,
even if we're not ready for her to have it.  I've accepted that and if Bob
treats her right, loves her right, I'd rather have him learning about sex
at her side while we mentored them.  I'd much rather do that than for us to
have a parent teacher meeting about how she has been begging her teachers
to butt-fuck her between classes.  And don't think it won't happen."

   From her knees, my dick once again at full length and hardness, Beatrice
pulled off me and said, "Momma's right Daddy.  I've even been thinking
about how to trick you into fucking me."

   "And I could not stand that," Esmeralda said, then kissed Lucius.  "I
refuse to share you with anyone," then looking at Beatrice she repeated,
"Anyone."

   Rising easily from the floor, Beatrice said.  "I know that Mommy.  Don't
be mad.  But you're right, I was going to find someone to have sex with,
even if it got me into a lot of trouble." She released my dick and went to
her parents.  "Am I in trouble Daddy?"

   Lucius frowned but said, "No, you're not in trouble, sweetheart.  Rob
is, but you're not!"

   I blanched, but Esmeralda laughed.  She kissed Lucius, then leaned down
and kissed Beatrice, but surprised us all by turning her motherly kiss into
a open mouthed tongue kiss.  She grinned as she stood back up and shoveled
Beatrice back into my direction.  She said, "I just cheated on you, Lucius.
I now know how Bob's prick tastes."

   "What?" exclaimed Lucius and Esmeralda gave him a light slap, "Meaty,"
she said huskily then grabbed Lucius around the neck and kissed him hard
and deep.  Lucius was honest about Esmeralda being his one weakness.  He
groaned loudly and kissed her back, grabbed her by her ass and seemed to be
ready to copulate with her on the spot.  It was Esmeralda who pushed away
from him and said, "Help me move the food.  Bea, take Bob to the tv room.
Then you hook up this drive to the tv.  Don't start without us though."

   Beatrice grabbed my dick again and pulled it after her from the dining
room, down a hall off the living room and down a set of stair into a
basement.  I followed obediently.  There was a room with a fireplace, a
huge flat screen tv and an elaborate computer and stereo set up.  She sat
me on a long sofa across from the tv, the plugged in a cable to the drive
and then hopped back onto the sofa with me, using a remote controller to
turn on the tv, then set it up for accessing the contents of the hard
drive. She then tossed the remote to the end of the sofa, curled up next to
me and looked up me with her wide ingenuous eyes.

   "Kiss me," she ordered and pulled my face down to hers.  This was the
first girl who had ever touched my cock, and was the first to ever put her
mouth on my cock, now she was sharing my first kiss with me.  It was
wonderful.  Her mouth did have a meaty taste to it, but it was also sweet
and warm and welcoming.  I probed clumily into her mouth and she did the
same with me.  We were both hungry for this delightful new experience and
the whole of existance seemed to now focus on our oral connection.  I was
no longer worried that I would embarrass myself by my lack of experience or
knowledge and I loved how liquid and messy our kiss became.  I hugged her
close, felt her hard nipples press against my chest, and felt her blindly
search out my cock with her hand again as we continued swapping spit and
sucking at each other's mouths.  I explored her teeth with my tongue, the
tender flesh under her tongue, probed my tongue to the back of her throat
and felt her battle back to do the same to me.  I let my fingers fumble
their way up her house dress, over her panties, then dig down into the
sweet swamp of her hairless cunt.  She was juicing heavily and my fingers
were sticky and wet from her flow.  Thoughout all this we kept kissing.  I
continued to clumsily explore the girl's genetalia, knowing there was a
clitoris to find and I felt a sense of triumph when the hooded little nub
revealed itself.  Even moreso when Beatrice gasped into my mouth and began
hunching into my hand.  I was finger-fucking a girl.  For the first time in
my life, I was touching a female intimately and pleasing her, feeling her
please me at the same time.

   Panting, gasping for air, flushed and heated, Beatrice pushed her face
from me and whispered harshly, "Inside.  Put your finger's inside me." Then
fell to kissing me again.

   I was at a loss, but did my best to gently find my way from Beatrice's
tiny clitoris, down the tight crease of her vagina and into the opening of
her pussy.  At first I was afraid I would never find it, but after a few
anxious seconds there it was, wet and open and tender.  I carefully
inserted my forefinger into the clasping tube of her little girl cunt and
probed fully into her.  I quickly found there was more to a girl's pussy
than just a tube of flesh, there were protruberances, and little dimples of
flesh.  I explored them all and when I found a small roughened spot at the
top of her tube that made her churn and grind against me.  From my reading
and research I knew I'd found her g-spot.  I focused on it.  She began
crying and sobbing into my mouth.  I was afraid I might be hurting her, but
she never tried to pull away.  Rather, she tried to elicit more and more of
whatever sensations I was giving her.  I began fucking my finger in and out
of her, knowing she would be cumming soon and feeling a sense of
gratification.  Making a girl cum, helping her cum, that was remarkable and
exciting in its own right.  Surely enough, within a moment or two Beatrice
began writhing wildly and sucking my tongue into her throat, clutching at
me with her hands, thrusting her pelvis, demanding deeper and deeper
penetration until she finally broke into a paraoxym of ecstasy, flooding my
hand with her love effusion, pleading for more and more.  I was so emmeshed
in the love play that I never noticed Esmeralda and Lucius enter the room.
It wasn't until Beatrice broke our kiss and our finger fuck by crying,
"Enough!  No more!  I'm done.  Done." and fell away from me that I noticed
that her mother and father were sitting across from us on the sofa, turned
to us, masturbating each other as they watched us.

   I saw it was Lucius and not Esmeralda who was cumming.  I looked up to
see a powerful squirt of cum eject from Lucius's cock and Esmeralda quickly
descend on his long slender cock to eat his sperm cream.  Beatrice watched
lazily as he hunched into her mother's throat over and over again, draining
his greasy discharge into her suctioning mouth.

   "Oh Fuck!  Goddamn!  Eat my cum, you beautiful bitch.  Eat all my greasy
sperm!"

   "Momma and Daddy are so gross," the eleven year old whispered, looking
at me dreamily.  Then she stood up from the sofa and pulled her house dress
up over her head and tossed it on the floor to expose the same proud
titties and hairless pubes I had been looking at earlier when I was going
through her photos.  When she saw me staring she said "Go ahead, look!  You
like to see me naked.  Here I am!  Now let's watch your porn.  And you can
jack off while you hold me.  Or you can jack off right here in front of me
while Mom sucks my dad's penis.

   I looked stupidly from the little girl to her father.

   Lucius seemed to have lost his animosity.  "Go ahead, Rob.  No reason in
just me feeling guilty from getting horny looking at my little girl's naked
cunt."

   I looked from Lucious to the proudly naked little wench before me and
back to Lucious again.  He nodded ascent.  "Spray her with jizz," he
encouraged me.  With her own father's approval, I turned to look at
Beatrice, now standing less than a yard from me, her body so smooth and
flawless, hairless as well.  Her body ready to bloom, but still clinging
the last vestiges of her childhood.  I bit my lower lip, locked my eyes on
the child's pussy crease, unbuckled my belt dropped my pants down below my
knees.  Beatrice was staring intently at me, but I looked to Lucius again
one last time for approval.  He simply nodded and hunched up into
Esmeralda's hungry cock sucking mouth.  Esmeralda merely gave me a thumb's
up.

   Encouraged, I pulled back the foreskin of my thick dick, revealing a
purple head oozing pre-cum.  I half expected Beatrice to bolt.  She didn't,
she crept closer, knelt before me, spread my legs wider and hovered bare
inches from my cock.

   "Let me watch you jack off," she whispered hoarsely.  "Let me see you
cum.  Cum in my face, on my titties.  I'll even let you cum in my mouth."

   "Ohhhh Fuuuuck!" groaned Lucius.  "Essy!  I can't fuckin' believe it."
Of course while he was saying this he was panting, groaning and grunting to
Esmeralda's ministrations.

   Beatrice pulled her eyes away from my drooling cock and said.  "Do it!
Let me see you squirt your sperm." As she said this she reached down and
began rubbing her pussy again.  "I can smell your cum.  I can almost taste
it.  Cum and let me feel it, fresh and hot, right from your dick, onto my
body.  Spray me with it."

   I threw any residual caution to the winds and began pistoning my fist up
and down my dick right in front of her big blue eyes.  She was panting now
and so was I.

   "Oh shit!" groaned Lucius, squirming and hunching.  I heard Esmeralda
moan as well.  It was too late to stop now and it mattered little that I
had cum a short time before.  In two short minutes my dick erupted and
splattered onto the face of the eleven year old girl, glazing her glasses
and sliming her hair, cheeks and her naked titties.

   "Hot!" she squealed, "It feels so hot." Then without preamble or
hesitation she grabbed my cock from my hand and stuffed the still pulsing
head into her mouth.  She groaned and spluttered as she did, sucking out my
sperm and gulping it down.

   "You Goddamn child molester!" Lucius cried, but at the same time he
drilled his cock into Esmeralda's mouth.  "You're making me cum watching my
baby suck out your fucking spem and eating it.  Eating every god damned
drop of it!"

   Beatrice was getting off on her father's duplicitous cursing.  She was
cumming too, finger fucking herself as she sucked me dry.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" I yelped as I realized we had cum together again, still
unsure whether I was soon to be lying in a puddle of my own blood when
Lucius came to his senses.  Or what Esmeralda's reaction would be now.

   When Esmeralda finally sat up she ignored me.  "Beatrice?" she panted,
"Are you okay?"

   The little girl pulled her spermy face off my dick stared up to her
mother, dazed and seemingly satiated, but when she looked back and saw my
penis was still hard and erect, she dove for it and started sucking me off
all over again with an uneducated fervor that only let me know this was
something she had dreamed of often, just as I had.  I couldn't help myeslf
then, I placed my hand on the back of the child's head and started fucking
her face.

   "You beautiful little cocksucking bitch," I groaned.  "I'll cum in your
mouth again.  I'll cum right down your fucking throat and you had better
eat every motherfucking drop of it!"

   "Oh shit!" cried Lucius and grabbed Esmeralda and kissed her hard.

   "Are you going to let him fuck the shit out of my baby girl's mouth,
Essy?" then kissed her again pinching her nipples and digging his hand down
to her hairy crotch.

   Lucious suddenly growled and grabbed his wife off the sofa and
practically slammed her onto the thick throw rug in front of us.  He
forcibly spread her legs and mounted her.  "Fuck you, you nasty conniving
cunt whore!" He bellowed.  "You planned all this, didn't you?"

   I watched Esmeralda pull the raging brute of a man to her, guide his
thick distended cock to her open wet maw of a cunt and slide onto it like a
perfectly fitted glove.  She laughed loud with an evil tinge, "Admit it,
Luke.  You love seeing your little virgin get face fucked by our equally
virgin friend.  Our only real friend, right?  Isn't this perfect?  Doesn't
it make you want to fuck the shit out of me while we watch him despoil
Bea's mouth, cunt and ass?"

   We all froze to see what Lucius would do next.  "You filthy slut!" He
yelled.  Then he thrust hard and deep into Esmeralda's pussy, making her
catch her breath.  He turned his lust fulled contenance to Beatrice and me
and ordered, "Bob!  Show her what man cum tastes like.  Nasty greasy sperm!
right in her virgin mouth!"

   He began fucking his wife with a frenzy and I did the same to his
daughter's beautiful face.  Even though I'd already cum three times, this
was my first ever sexual encounter.  I didn't last another fucking minute
in the little girl's mouth.  This was an obscene dream.  I was cumming,
crying and moaning..."I'm CUMMING!" as I did.  "Fuck your sexy little face,
Beatrice.  I'm fucking your pretty little girl mouth!"

   Lucius wasn't holding back either, "Fuck you!  Fuck you!  Fuck you!" He
announced as he came into his wife's undulating cunt.  "You sick fuck! 
You're letting him, making him, facefuck my baby!  My little baby!  And I'm
cumming inside you while you do it!" Then he let out a ferocious growl that
voiced his pleasure, his guilt and his approval all at the same time.

   Esmeralda was groaning another orgasm out too, and laughing as she did.
I looked down to see their daughter's eyes closed as if in a kiss, sucking
my cock, swallowing my residual sperm, seemingly trying to coax out every
last drop of my essence into her own thirsty soul.  I was breathing deep
and fast when she finally rose her head up.  Grinning and triumphant.  She
looked to me, then to her Dad and to her mom as she raised herself, panting
wildly, back onto the sofa.

   Beatrice smiled sweetly, "I did it," she announced.  "I did it and I
like it.  You're right Mom.  It's messy and greasy and salty and slimy."
Then she looked me in my eyes.  "And I really really like it." Then she
flopped back, grabbed the remote control and set the tv for search and
play. Then she spread her legs, used her fingers to spread out the outer
and inner lips of her compact smooth skinned pussy.  "I sucked your dick,
now here's my pussy.  Suck my pussy and make me cum in your mouth like you
came in mine while I watch your nasty movies."

   "Fuck!  Shit!  Jesus Christ!" growled Lucius, obviously immersed in
layers of violent consuming emotions, but then he said to me as the first
video started to play, Honey Bee's Shitty Adventures.  The first cut was of
an oriental girl taking a long line of shit from a man's asshole into her
open mouth.  "My God!" Lucius moaned.  "Fuck!  That is so sick." Then to
me, he siad, "Well, do it, Rob.  Eat her out.  You eat her out or I'll have
to."

   Still gasping from my own orgasm, I knelt in front of the eleven year
old and said, "I'm going to suck your little cunt till you cum."

   "You had damned well better," demanded Esmeralda from her position on
the floor, her legs wrapped around Lucius's waist.  Then she added, "And
this mother fucker inside me had better do the same thing to me.  I want to
cum again watching my baby get her pussy licked for the first time."

   "I want to watch too," groaned Lucius.  "But I can't take my eyes off
this nasty bitch eating out her man's shitting asshole."

   Esmeralda laughed.  "That's okay, baby.  You can wathc both." Then to
me, "Suck my baby's cunt good, Bob.  Put all that education to good use and
tongue fuck my little girl while my man eats me out and we all enjoy your
shitty porn."

   I looked up into Beatrice's expectant eyes, as they were glued onto the
video, then I gazed down to her glistening wet open little girl snatch. 
This time I didn't hesitate.  I dove into that little pussy face first.  I
probed my tongue all the way up into the little slut's pussy tunnel.  She
had no hymen.  She was tighter than fuck, and juicy, but there was no hymen
to interfere with my deep tonguing of her immature pussy.  She moaned, "Oh
yes, just like that.  That feels wonderful!" as I began exploring her inner
folds and crevices, finding myself lost in the scent and taste of her. 
Without ceremony I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and dug my tongue
up into the child's shit-tunnel.

   "Oh!" she gasped.  "Oh yes!  Momma.  Daddy.  He's eating out my asshole.
I can feel his tongue deep up inside my butthole."

   I admit God had gifted me with a long tongue, probably to make up for my
less than lengthy dick.  As shy as I was, I was no longer ashamed of these
gifts, and was happy to display them in this, my first opportunity to
explore a girl.  I never thought I would ever actually be this close to a
girl, immersed in her sex, fully experiencing her tender treasures, but
since I was, I didn't want to miss a single thing.  I probed into
Beatrice's shit-chute and wasn't at all averse to the fecal beads I found
there.  I happily slurped them down and enjoyed the bitter taste that
exploded all along my taste-buds.

   I groaned my enjoyment and little Beatrice kept crying, "Momma!  Daddy!
It's so good.  Better than I imagined." Then she ordered me, "Fuck my ass
you sonofabitch.  Stick your tongue all the way up inside my bowels.  Eat
my shit!  That's what you like, isn't it?  Momma says you like to see women
and men suck each other's assholes out.  Suck my shit then.  Eat it.  Eat
it all!"

   I was aghast at the child's knowledge of my perversions, but when I
looked over as Esmeralda, she had Lucius in pretty much the same position,
her leg up to her shoulder and whe asshole up in the air, Lucius was
sucking at her asshole and she ground into his face, but she was also
watching me with self-satisfied grin.  When she saw me looking at her,
Esmeralda chided, "That's right, Bea.  Feed that motherfucker your ass. 
Make him rim you deep.  If I wasn't a lady, I'd show you how your Daddy
eats my shit, but right now, I just want to see you get filthy nasty with
Rob.  Find out how dirty sex is supposed to me."

   I had no doubt this was not quite the learning experience they had
planned for Beatrice or me tonight, but Beatrice was not a girl to be
denied, it seems.  And besides, I was getting my first taste of real pussy
and asshole, and I was finding the real thing even more exciting than I had
imagined it.  Dirtier, nastier, messier, but far better than the stories
and the videos I had seen.

   I loved eating out Beatrice's ass, but craved another taste of her
dripping pussy.  I extricated my tongue from her butthole and heard her
moan, "Noooo.  Put it back.  I love it up my ass." But heard her change her
tune when I began lapping up the open crease of her baby pussy and began
scraping the tiny pearl of her clitoris with my tongue.  "Oh yes, just like
that.  Lick my pussy just like that." She turned to say to her mother, "Now
he's licking my pussy.  He's playing with my button.  He's making me so
fucking wet, Momma."

   "Perfect," moaned Esmeralda, but then to Lucius.  "Don't you fucking
dare, Lucius Auerbach.  Get you tongue right back up in my asshole.  Tou
know as soon as you start eating my little clit I'll squirt all over your
pussy eating face.  First I want my baby to get a pussy cum with a man
worshipping her little baby cunt.  That's what you're doing, isn't it Bob?
worshipping my pretty Bea's pussy.  Isn't it."

   "Yes, it is," I mumbled as I combined my laping and sucking at the
child's pussy, probing into her hole, then lapping up to her clit and
sucking it all the while.  The child was going wild, calling for her Momma
and Daddy, proclaiming the pleasure I was giving her.

   Suddenly, she began hunching into my mouth, fucking me with her cunt,
yelling "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  I'm cumming in your fucking mouth,"
and she froze.

   "Now!" proclaimed Esmeralda and pulled Lucius mouth up to her own cunt
so he could start sucking at biting at her clit.  She cried "Fuck his pussy
eating face, Bea.  Squirt your cum right in his little girl fucking mouth!
Arrrgh!"

   Beatrice began pissing as she came, loosing a torrent of little girl cum
flavored pee down my throat.  I was amazed and enraptured with the torrent
of pussy juice and urine she began drenching me with.  I drank her pee down
and sucked at her urethra along with her clit at the same time.  A second
orgasm seemed to hit her even before the first one abated, taking her to an
even more intense plane of pleasure.

   "Fuck Me!" she cried and held me tight to her as the piss built and the
orgasm peaked.  She filled my belly with her hot bitter-sweet spray.  The
orgasm seemed to last forever as she fed me, held me in a death grip and
trembled her way to completion.  I drank from her and sucked at her,
holding her by her pert little ass cheeks till she pushed me away,
ploclaiming "Enough!  Enough!  I need to breathe."

   I sat back on my heels, my once again proud cock sprang up into the air
for all to see.

   "Damn, man," Lucius said.  "Don't you ever go soft?"

   Esmeralda chuckled and chided him, "Don't you remember when we first
started fucking, Lucius?  This is the poor man's first real taste of pussy.
He's got lots to catch up on."

   Lucius laughed, now seemingly content with the situation.  "I'll give
you this, baby.  I never saw this coming.  I've known you all my life,
better than anyone else in the world, and you still surprised me.  I never
thought you'd dream of giving up our baby to Bob."

   In a lazy drawl Esmeralda sas up on the table and sighed, "All part of
the plan, my love.  All part of the plan."

   "Plan?" I said, still gazing intently at the sweet honey pot of a pussy
Beatrice kept sprawled open before me.  "What plan."

   "It started as soon as I saw your porn collection," Esmeralda said, eyes
closed, still enraptured with her fantasy made real.  "When I realized what
you were really about, I thought you could solve my problem with Bea, ease
my guilt, soothe my seething libido."

   "Huh?" Lucius, Beatrice and I all said, in concert, if not in unison.

   "I really am a terrible mother," Esmeralda said, and when we all started
to remonstrate, she said.  "No.  I am.  I know.  I love Beatrice with all
my heart.  So does Lucius.  But we love each other even more intensely. 
Its our blessing and our curse.  I don't know how many times I've ignored
or neglected Bea to get or finish a good fuck with Luke.  And he does the
same.  Lucius and I feed off each other.  We need our sexual union just to
appear normal to the rest of the world, but we're not normal.  No one can
satisfy me but my man, and he satisfies me completely.  And the price of
that satisfaction is never being a good friend, or a proper parent."

   Lucious had long since slipped his limp cock from Esmeralda's drooling
cunt, and was lying beside her on the floor, lazily watching the
shit-glazed Honey Bee gettin shit on by another girl.

   Esmeralda clambered up on the sofa and asked as softly as I ever heard
her speak.  "Lucius, I know this sounds strange, but could you suck my
butthole while Bea and I talk?  It comforts me."

   Lucius grinned happily, "Your wish is my command, my love." and lay on
the floor before her, his feet towards the tv and his face towards the
ceiling.  Esmeralda slid forward so her ass hovered over Lucius' face.  She
sighed as he began lapping at her greasy asshole.

   Beatrice emulated her mother.  "You do me too," she said and grabbed my
shoulders, urging me to turn and assume the same position on the floor
before her.  She then slid forward on the sofa and I saw the glistening
dimple of her tiny asshole beckoning to me.  As I pulled her the last inch
down onto my face so I could winnow my long tongue up into her anus she
cooed.  "Oh yes.  Eat my dirty asshole."

   She then turned her head to her mother and said, "You and Daddy are fine
parents, Mom.  I know you love me, and the love you have for each other is
completely different.  I figured that out a long time ago.  You are adicted
to each other."

   I had nothing to add to the conversation and with the delectible tiny
asshole urging me on, I simply began to "worship" the young girl again,
gently lapping at her asshole, using the sound of her sighs and subtle
rolls of her hips to let me know how to proceed while she continued her
conversation with her mother.

   I heard Esmeralda say, "That doesn't make us good parents baby.  You've
had no discipline in your life, no social life.  Thank goodness you're
natually well mannered, studious and law abiding.  You could have turned
out to be an amoral little slut just as easily."

   "But I didn't Momma," Beatrice said, and they both groaned "Yes, like
that." simultaneously.

   "Oh, I like this a lot, baby." Esmeralda said to Bea.  "Having a nice
mother/daughter conversation while our men eat us out."

   "Yes," Beatrice murmurred as she ground her delicous little ass tube
into my face, wedging my tongue deaper into her asshole.  "We have to do
this again."

   "Oh yes, Baby," Esmeralda sighed, "I plan for us to do this a lot." With
that she bit her lower lip and hunched into Lucious's mouth.  "Eat it,
Luke. Eat me deep."

   "Momma, did you know Bob has a really long tongue?  It feels like he's
all the way up in my colon."

   "You lucky little girl," Esmeralda said.  "I knew Bob would be a perfect
addition to our family once we all got together.  I just didn't know it
would happen this fast, or this good."

   I was trying to listen to their conversation.  I really was.  But this
little girl's asshole was fast becoming my addiction.  I never dreamed
sucking on a shit tube could be this exciting or arousing.  I couldn't
explain it, but I was determined to keep drilling up this tiny aperture
until she either called for a fuck or fed me her shit, whichever came
first, and to be perfectly honest, I couldn't tell you which I wanted more.

   Esmeralda looked over and dreamily watched me eating out her little girl
for a minute then said, "Oh shit!"

   Lucius pulled away from her frothy cunt and asked, "Ready to cum, baby?"

   "No," Esmeralda quipped, "I just realized, the way Bob's sucking at
Beatrice's asshole.  I think he wants her to shit right into his mouth."

   "What?" Beatrice jumped, suddenly clinching her heretofore relaxed anus
down onto my questing tongue.

   "Wow!" Lucius perked up, extracting his own tongue from Esmeralda's
shit-chute.  "Really?  Rob, you trying to suck out my little girl's turds?"

   I sarted to pull away from Beatrice, to excuse myself.

   "Don't you dare stop," Beatrice said, and conscously opened up her
shit-hole for me again.  "Just nod your head.  You want me to shit in your
mouth?"

   I was mortally ashamed, but bound to honesty and hope for feeding my
filthiest desires.  I probed back up into my little lover's anal orifice as
I nodded yes.

   Esmeralda mewled in ascent.  "Oh yeah.  Let's do that.  Let's shit in
these asshole sucking motherfucker's mouths.  You ready for that, lover?"
she cooed to Lucius.

   "Mmmm!" Lucius agreed as he dug back into Esmeralda's shitter.

   "Oh Momma, I don't know if I can do this.  I want to.  I want to bury
Bob in my poop, but I don't know if I can."

   "Just relax, Bea, let yourself pour your nastiest messiest treasure into
your lover's mouth and belly.  He wants it, don't you Bob.  Wouldn't you
love to have my little girl, your first ever sex partner, just dump her
fucking shit into your mouth?"

   "Mmmm-Hmmm," I groaned, now deeply hungering for Bea's greasy filth. 
Not understnading the desire, not questioning it either.  I wanted Bea.  I
wanted her in every way, and if she shit in my mouth, I would surely fuck
this pretty little cunt, even if it cost me my very life to do so.  And
with that Bea grunted and I felt and tasted the tapered end of a shit log
start to push my tongue from her asshole.  I quickly started sucking at her
poop hole, wanting this.  Wanting it more than anything I'd ever done in my
life.  Please shit in my mouth, I thought.

   As the same time, Esmeralda grunted, "Oh yeah, shit right in the man
bitch's mouth baby.  Just like I am with your Daddy!  Eat my shit, you
perverse bastard!" she cried, and the sent of freshly evacuated human waste
filled the room.

   As if in response, little Beatrice started shitting a thick meaty turd
into my mouth, I couldn't stop myself from swallowning the nasty stuff, and
couldn't stop myself from begging in my mind, "More, you beautiful girl,
feed me all your dirty shit!"

   And she did.  "Oh fuck yes," she moaned loudly.  "Shitting in your
fucking mouth.  Eat it.  Eat it all!"

   The sickest orgy I'd ever imagined was now taking place.  My stomach
felt queasy but my dick was rigid with desire.  The room stank of human
feces and cum, completely overpowering any vestiges from the carefully
prepared meal that sat upon the table off to the side.

   "Ohhhh!  I love you, Luke.  Love your shit eating mouth, love everything
about you," groaned Esmeralda.  "Don't you love the man who loves your
shit, Bea?"

   "Oh yes," Beatrice agreed as she ground her ass, now smeared with the
shit that overflowed both her asshole and my mouth, even as I continued to
suck and probe at her dirty asshole, licking up the shit from her ass.  She
also smeared her little girl cunt across my face, and I sucked at it too,
which brought her to a new orgasm, different from the rest from her
responses.  It seemed quicker, both starting and finishing, but all the
more intense for that.

   As she pulled her precious ass and pussy from my face, even as I tried
to follow it like a kitten with a piece of string being pulled away, she
said tenderly, "Oh yes, Bob.  You can eat the shit from my ass any time. 
You've introduced me to a whole new nasty way to make love."

   She was catching her breath and added, "Momma, was that what you meant
when you said sex is supposed to be messy?"

   "Oh yeah," interjected Lucious, his face as shit glazed as mine as
groaned from beneath his wife's lucious ass.

   Esmeralda laughed, looking at both Lucius' and my faces, but cut it
short when she recongized the hungry look on my face, "No Bob!  No. 
Don't!"

   But it was already too late, before she had the chance to finish her
protests, I had pulled little Beatrice off the sofa, hoisted her into the
air and on top of me where I planted my cock fully into her tight wet
silken cunt.  I growled in pleasure and determination.  I thought, they
shouldn't brought me into their home.  They shouldn't have opened their
pandora's box of sexual desire in front of me.  Not if they didn't want
their little girl to get fucked like this.  Maybe this was the line I
couldn't cross, but for this instant, this sweet, inexorable second of
passion, I was balls deep inside a pussy for the first time in my life.  If
I hadn't been so fixated and inured with my passion for this child I would
have been surprised by what happened next.

   "Yes!  Fuck me!" keened the child.  "Don't stop him Momma.  Daddy, I
want this.  I want Bob's cock all the way inside my belly.  Just like this.
Just exactly like this, and she leaned over me and clung to me while riding
me deep into her weldoming pussy.  When I leaned my head to kiss her,
covered with her own shit and tasting of muck and bitter feces, she kissed
me back.  I had no doubt Esmeralda and Lucious were in shock, yet no one
pulled Beatrice off me.  No one hit me or pulled me away from my first ever
fuck.  Beatrice's first-ever fuck.

   It took longer this time for both of us.  Long enough for Esmeralda to
lie down with her husband and curl up with him, watching the surprise
ending of this half planned, half spontaneous show.

   Then suddenly.  the little girl cried, "Cumming!" and I responded "Me
too!" We came together, simultaneously, unplanned, but perfectly timed.

   "Fuck me!  I love you," Beatrice cried, tears streaming, clutching
tightly to me.  "Mommy!  Daddy!  I love fucking him!  I fucking love him!"

   "I love you!" I groaned in response.  "I love your body, your shit, your
cunt, your parents.  I love you too." And drained my cum, along with
whatever it is when you share when fall in love with someone into Beatrice,
and felt her enter me just as fully, just as completely.

   "Oh shit," muttered Lucious somewhere far beyond this bubble of passion
and ecstacy Beatrice and I were encased in.  "I know this."

   "I knew it," Esmeralda said.  "Just like us.  Except for the shit and
the age difference, just like us.  Soul mates, bonded with love and cum."

   "Strongest fucking glue there is," responded Lucius.  Through the haze I
saw them sharing shit kisses, just as Beatrice and I were.  But now, with
the violent culmination of desire abating, I felt a tenderness towards
Beatrice I never felt before, as wall as a jealousy, a sense of belonging
to someone and having someone sharing my very soul, I held her tenderly and
kissed her repeatedly.

   "You okay?" I asked gently.

   "I'm better than okay," the young girl said.  "This is sick, and
perfect." She looked at me intently.  "They're right, you know.  Mommy and
Daddy.  I understand them now.  You belong to me, and I don't want to share
you with anybody."

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "I feel the same."

   We both looked to Lucius and Esmeralda.  Esmeralda had tears streaming.
"Perfect," she sighed.  "Even better than I hoped."

   Lucius gave his wife a shitty kiss and leaned back, looked around, shook
his head in disapproval and said, "Well, will you look at this fucking
mess. Shit stained furniture and the rug too.  These women have some
serious cleaning to do." Then he turned his head to me, a true shit eating
grin on his face.  "Well, Bob, what do you say.  Same time next week?"
   ~~finis~~