Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Caught (MMFg, nc, inc, ped, ds, bd, humil, span, viol, ws, scat) by MrTriple Chapter 1: Busted As usual John sat at his laptop computer in the little room in the attic. It was getting late and finally he had some time for himself. Stella, his daughter, was put to bed, and his wife, Lisa, sat downstairs watching some crappy talk show on the telly. It was like this most nights. When Stella had been put to bed, John and Lisa sat in their separate rooms doing whatever each of them wanted. And it just so happened that she liked crappy talk shows and indifferent TV series, while his favorite activity was to sit at his laptop, surfing around. Around 11pm she usually went to bed, and then he could engage in what was the real reason why he sat at the computer: downloading porn. He could easily use 2 or 3 hours on that, then sneaking down to the bathroom to jerk off, after which he slipped into the bedroom and crawled unnoticed into bed. She always slept deeply at that time. Their sex life was close to non-existing, and on the rare occasion were they did have sex it was just awful. Even though his cock was medium sized he could hardly feel anything when entering her cunt, and he would rarely get to the point of cumming. She would just lie there on her back spreading her legs, hoping that his cock had magically grown since the last time, so that she could actually feel it when he entered her. Naturally that didn't happen, and the result was that she never got an orgasm. Sometimes John thought about why he had married her. They didn't have anything in common and their sex life was a disaster. When all the practical things were done for the day, they spent their time on their own. He had concluded that their marriage was only about feeling secure and to have a female touch in Stella's upbringing. Lisa wasn't Stella's mom. Stella was the result of a previous marriage that ended abruptly 3 years ago when her mom was killed in a tragic car accident. John couldn't bear being alone with his at that time 4 year old daughter, so he had immediately started looking for a new wife, and kind of just took the first best opportunity that presented itself. The relationship between Stella and Lisa also didn't function very well. It never really clicked between them, and he could feel that Lisa didn't really like Stella. It was more like a tolerated relationship, which most of all was just about getting the daily life to work without too many conflicts. Well, here he sat, yet another night in front of the computer, downloading porn. However, it wasn't quite normal porn he looked for. It was porn with young girls. The younger the better. Actually, what turned him on the most was pictures and movies of sex with children. Such a lovely sweet flat-chested little girl with totally smooth pussy without any indication of pubic hair, that was really something that got his cock all swollen. In fact, he wasn't afraid to admit to himself that he was a pedophile. It had all started a couple of years ago when he accidentally found some pictures of a quite young girl sitting outside posing for the camera. There were both regular nude pictures and close-ups of her tiny smooth little pussy while spreading her legs. It had made him extremely horny, and he had jerked off many times to those pictures. But after some time he needed more pictures, so he had done some research on how to locate child porn. When he had figured it out it went quite fast, and before long he had a fine collection of pictures and movies with little girls. Not only nudes, but also some with lovely little girls engaging in sexual activities, where they were either with other little girls, with little boys, or better yet with grown men. It wasn't a safe thing to do though, watching child porn. Even though Lisa mostly sat down in the living room watching TV and went to bed around 11pm, sometimes it happened that she stayed up longer, and then he couldn't keep waiting to get on with his pedophile activities. He just had to watch child porn. In those situations it was important to be extremely careful. On occasion Lisa would come up to his little room in the attic to tell or ask him something. Normally, he could hear her walking up the stairs, giving him just enough time to minimize all windows with porn and pretend he was just surfing for an article or something. He always kept a browser window open with some news site, so he could quickly activate it when there was any danger. However, sometimes, when he had his headphones on, listening to a little girl having sex with her father, it was hard to hear if Lisa came up the stairs. A couple of times it almost went wrong, and it was only because the second last step from the top was creaky, that he had had just enough time to switch to the news site browser window. It was now past 11pm, and Lisa was still up. Apparently she was absorbed in some ridiculous talk show. John couldn't wait any longer, so he started looking for new child porn. A lot had been uploaded since the night before, both pictures and movies. After a short while he found a new movie with a girl of about 8 years. She was abused by her father in a variety of ways. He grabbed her hard and forced her down on her hands and knees. Then he shoved his cock hard into her ass, causing her to gasp and whimper. But he didn't care and simply just fucked her ass in hard deep thrusts. After a while he pulled out of her ass and forced his cock into her mouth and commanded her to lick it clean. Then her ass got another round, followed by yet another cock cleaning. Next he took a dildo and forced it hard into the little girl's pussy. It went almost all the way in with ease, so it was quite clear that this wasn't her first time. It was one of the most hardcore child porn movies John had seen, and he actually didn't like it when it got rough like that. After the father had fucked his daughter with the dildo for a while he slowly pulled it out. As he did that he noticed that she had become wet, which meant that she was horny and apparently enjoyed being abused by daddy. So either it didn't hurt her as much as it had looked like, or she simply just liked being treated hard. This put things in another perspective and John felt how his cock was now rock hard and pressed against his pants in a desperate hope to be let out. This was definitely the best child porn movie he had ever seen, and what made it even better was the sound. All the while the father fucked his daughter, you could hear how he commanded her to do and say various things. For example, on several occasions he got her to admit that she liked what he did to her. John's cock was about to burst. He had been so absorbed watching the movie that he'd forgotten all about listening for the creaky stair step. He would have to be more careful in the future. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He froze, and all the blood in his cock was almost sucked back into the body. Slowly he turned around and found Lisa standing right behind him. She didn't look happy at all. "What the fuck are you doing, John? Are you sitting there watching child pornography?" John was unable to say anything and just sat there gaping. "Answer me!" Lisa demanded. After a quiet break that seemed to last forever for John, Lisa continued, "Fuck! That's god damn disgusting. Why would you do such a thing? Is this what you are sitting here doing every night, when I'm downstairs watching TV... and while Stella is sleeping?" The look on her face suddenly changed, like when someone just realized something almost too awful to bear. "Oh my god! John, have you done anything to Stella? Your own daughter!" John looked horrified at her and shook his head. "No... no, of course not. I... I would never do that," he managed to stutter while glancing away. "I don't know if I can believe you. Obviously you are attracted to children. It would only be natural that you feel the same towards Stella... God dammit, I can't believe this is happening. I can't stand looking at you any more. You stay in here and sleep in the guest bed tonight. Don't dare to come down to the bedroom." Lisa grabbed the laptop and said, "And this. I think it's better I take this into custody." With the laptop in her hand she walked to the door and then stopped. "We will talk about this tomorrow." Then she left the room shutting the door after her. John just sat there petrified and stared blank at the door. What had just happened? He had been exposed. Lisa had caught him while he was watching child porn. Shit, shit, shit! Would she go to the police? To judge from her reaction it seemed likely. What should he do? Run away? No, he couldn't leave Stella. Could he bring her? But where would they go? A stream of thoughts went through his head, but eventually he couldn't come up with anything else than to go to bed. Chapter 2: The demands John woke up early next morning and lay for a long time in bed thinking. He didn't know what to do. He almost didn't dare to go downstairs to the kitchen to face Lisa. He could hear her rummaging around down there, and shortly after he also heard Stella doing her morning routines. John stayed in bed. After some time he heard the sound of the front door being closed. That must have been Stella on her way to school. John lay in bed for another 10 minutes. Then he pulled himself together and got up. He put on his clothes, went to the door and opened it. He stood listening for a while. Lisa was still moving about down there. Slowly John started down the stairs. A couple of minutes later he was standing in the kitchen. Lisa just ignored him, but after a while she said, "There's some toasted bread over there in the bread basket. I guess they're cold now." John got the bread and sat down at the dining table. He put some butter on the bread and took a bite. He didn't really feel hungry. After some time Lisa stopped what she was doing and turned around. "I believe we have something we need to talk about." John swallowed a bite and then answered, "Yes." Lisa came to the dining table. "I didn't sleep much last night. I've been thinking a lot," she then said. "My first thought was to go to the police and turn you in. But you would probably go to jail, and that would mean I'd be stuck alone with Stella, and I don't really want that. You know how our relationship is. It would probably end with her being sent to an orphanage - not that it would bother me much. No, the biggest problem would be to lose all that money you earn." She paused briefly. "So I've come up with a better idea," she said with a sly smile. "I will not turn you in if you agree to my terms." John looked at her quizzically. "We both know that our relationship doesn't work very well, and I'm pretty sure that it's mostly about us not having good sex. That I don't get good sex. You're little wiener simply can't satisfy me." John looked down at the table. "Therefore, I have the following demands. From know on I decide everything. And the first thing I'm gonna do is to get a house friend. One that is man enough to take a woman like me. And I'm going to have sex with him as much and how often I wish. I won't ever let your pathetic, disgusting, pedophile little cock near my cunt again. And every time the house friend comes by, I demand that you watch while he's fucking me. But that's not all. Ever so often you will be given physical punishment consisting of my house friend fucking your ass, so that you never forget what you are and what you've done." John looked wide-eyed at Lisa. "So, do you accept, or do I call the police?" she asked. John didn't know what to say. One thing was to sit and watch while another man did what John couldn't do. That didn't bother him so much. Another thing was that this other man was to punish John by ass fucking. That would be totally humiliating. But it was after all better than jail, so there was nothing else to do than to accept Lisa's terms. "Yes," he answered. "Yes what?" demanded Lisa. "I accept your terms," he said dispirited. "But can I ask you about one thing? What about Stella? Are you going to tell her about this?" Lisa smiled roguishly. "I don't think that'll be necessary. At least not as long as you behave." "Thanks," he said relieved. Chapter 3: The house friend The next couple of days were quite weird - for John at least. Lisa was busy trying to find a house friend. She spent a lot of time on various contact and chat sites on the Internet. Stella apparently didn't notice that anything was different. To her everything was as always. However, for John everything had changed. His thoughts constantly circled around what had happened and what would happen. It was frustrating, but he could do nothing but wait for Lisa to make her next move. After a week or so something finally happened. Stella had left for school, and John and Lisa sat in the kitchen eating breakfast. They hadn't talked all week, but now Lisa had something to say. "As you know I've been busy trying to find a house friend," she started. "And now I've found one." John's heart started beating faster, and he looked at Lisa nervously. She had brought the laptop to the kitchen, and she now opened it and turned it, so that he could see the screen. It showed an image of a big muscular black man. "His name's Marcel, and I'm confident he can do whatever is necessary to satisfy my needs," she said and pressed a button to slide on to the next image. "As you can see he's got some real fine equipment. 9 inches of well hung meat between his legs. And look how thick it is," she said and got a dreamy look in her eyes. Suddenly she slammed the laptop shut and looked at John with cold eyes. "And I'm also very confident that he'll be able to punish you good with that thing." John grimaced at the thought. She noticed. "You might as well get used to it. Your ass is his to use as he see fit. And I just so happen to know that he really likes ass fucking. He practiced that a lot in prison." With a satisfied smile she grabbed the laptop and headed for the door, where she stopped and turned her head half towards him. "Oh yeah, and by the way, he's coming over this Saturday." Then she left, leaving him alone in the kitchen with his despair. Saturday morning John was up early. He had slept miserable, nervous about how things would go. Around 9AM Stella went to play with a friend. Of course this was something Lisa had arranged, with slumber party and everything, so Stella wouldn't be home until the next morning. Lisa prepared for the events of the day. The result was that she was wearing a tight white t-shirt that went to just above the belly button, a black miniskirt, and a pair of long white socks. The hair had been set up in side ponytails. So she went for the cheerleader look, John thought. That would definitely work for the new house friend. No doubt about that. At 10AM the door bell rang. John sat in the kitchen, trying to read a newspaper, though not very successfully. The sound sent a chock though his body. "I'll get that," Lisa said on her way to the hall. "Go to the bedroom and sit in the corner." He did as he was told all the while she opened the door and greeted Marcel. From the bedroom John could hear how they got comfortable in the kitchen, chatting, fooling around, laughing. Marcel was flirting with her. Apparently he was also touching her a bit, which made her let out small squeals of surprise and delight. After 15 minutes or so John could hear them approach the bedroom. "It's time to meet your new sex slave... besides me, that is," Lisa giggled. "I'm looking forward to that," Marcel said. The voice was deep and very manly, and you could hear it belonged to a black man. When they reached the door to the bedroom they stopped. "Marcel, meet my pathetic excuse for a husband. John, meet your new master." Marcel inspected John with his eyes. "Well, hello sex slave. I'm sure I'll get good fun out of you," he then said with a big white grin. John managed to let out a stifled "hi". Marcel grabbed Lisa and carried her to the bed. "But first I'm gonna get me some nice and wet pussy," he said and threw her down on the bed. "Oh my," she exclaimed in a school girl voice. Marcel crawled onto the bed and started undressing Lisa. First he pulled her tight white t-shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. This exposed her breasts, now only covered by a minimalistic red bra of the type that opened in the front. She evidently wanted to make it easy for him to unwrap her and start having his way with her. "Oh yeah, that's some mighty fine fun bags you got there, little lady," he said while squeezing her breasts with his big rough hands. Then he opened her bra, ripped it off and threw it on the floor. "Mmm... Mmmmm, your nipples are real nice. And they're all stiff too, you naughty little thing." He touched her nipples, squeezing them now and then. "Ohhhh!" she sighed and shot her head back. "Now, let's see what you're hiding down here," he said and pulled up her miniskirt, which exposed her naked sex. "Well, well. Aren't you a dirty little bitch. Walking around with no panties. And you're all wet too." She giggled. John could see that she was shaved clean. Her cheerleader look was really thorough. Marcel then pulled the miniskirt all the way up her body and over her head. He then crumpled it in his hands, led it to his nose, and sniffed it. "Mmm yeah, I can smell your juices on the skirt. Now it's time to get myself a taste." He threw the miniskirt on the floor, grabbed around Lisa's ass with his big hands, and buried his head in her lap. His tongue started to greedily lick her smoothly shaved cunt. As it touched her clitoris it was like an electrical shock went through her body. "Ohhhhhh yeaaah!" she moaned and grabbed his head, trying to draw it closer. His tongue worked its way around her cunt like crazy. All the way up and down along the slit. Into the hole. Up to play with the clitoris. She only lasted a few minutes, then she had her first orgasm. "Ohhh my... ohhhhh yeah... oh god, I'm coming... ahhhhhhhh... mmmyeaaah," she moaned loudly while her juices oozed out of her. At the same time he tried to contribute to her orgasm by saying, "Mmm yeah, god, your juices taste good. It's pouring out of your smooth school girl cunt like a waterfall." After a couple of minutes Lisa's orgasm had subsided and she collapsed on the bed. Marcel lifted his head and placed himself lying on top of her. They met in a greedy tongue kiss, and she grabbed his body hard and held it close to her own. They lay there for quite a while kissing wildly. In between kisses she managed to say, "Oh yeah, this is so horny. I can taste my own juices in your mouth." He was getting all warmed up by now. He wanted cunt, now! In a few quick movements he ripped off his t-shirt, training pants and socks. Then he pulled off his boxer shorts, which exposed his big 9 inch cock pointing straight out into the air. She gasped. Even though she knew from pictures that he had a huge cock, seeing it in real life was something else. Her eyes beamed with horniness and she ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation of soon getting a taste of that big brown piece of meat. But that would have to wait. Right now he needed to bury it deep into her cunt. All naked now he placed himself on top of her so his cock was pointing straight towards her wet hole. He grabbed the cock and ran it up and down the length of her slit, lubricating the head with her juices. Then he pressed the cock against her opening, and even though her cunt was anything but tight and she was soaking wet it required quite some pushing to force it inside. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah! Ohhh, I've waited for this for so long. Oh my god! Fuck, this is good. Ahhh, it's so nice to finally feel you inside me. Ohhh yeah, a real man cock. Ahhhhh!" She was in paradise. For years she had missed this wonderful feeling of being filled up, and now it finally happened. Marcel had now forced himself all the way inside her cunt, filling it to the point of bursting. Had his cock been just a bit longer, she wouldn't have been able to take it. The 9 inch cock fully blocked her out. The feeling was so overwhelming that she couldn't do anything but just lie there, legs spread and arms stretched up over her head, and let herself be taken by this big black man on top of her. He could do with her whatever he wanted. He started fucking her. Nice and slow to start with, but soon he increased the pace, fucking her in long deep thrusts. It was so powerful that it forced small moans from her each time his cock went all the way in. It didn't take long to bring her to the edge of another orgasm. Her moans intensified and her body writhed around, even though she was impaled firmly by his giant. "Oh, oh, ohhh, yeah, Marcel. Fuck me! Please fuck...oh... my... oh... little... oh... wet... oh... school girl... oh... pussy. Do with me... oh... what... oh... you want. Ohhh yeah! I'm your little... oh... dirty... oh... slut!" Now Marcel started grunting. He was clearly also getting close to an orgasm. "Oh yeah! That's right. You're a dirty little bitch. Yeah. My dirty little bitch. Ahhhh, yeah. I own your body and I'm using it as I see fit. Yeaaaaah!" And then it happened. With a loud roar and the cock all the way in, he pumped cascades of thick, warm, gooey cum deep into her body. His baby juice could simply not be delivered any closer to her uterus. As Lisa felt Marcel's cock swell up and started pumping, it was simply too much for her and she came again in a long loud moan. "Ohhhhhh, Marcel." And with the last air in her lungs she said, "I'm yours. You own me." It wasn't until he was done filling her up with his warm cum and had collapsed on top of her that she was able to suck in new air in a long demanding breath. She sank back into the bed, her body all limp, unable to make any movement for a while. When they had regained some strength, they started kissing again. Lisa embraced Marcel with arms and legs. She didn't want him ever to pull out of her. But after a while he broke free, raising himself on his arms, slowly pulling his now limp cock out of her used cunt. "Ahaaahh, ouch!" she expelled. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "Arhm, a little bit." When his cock was all the way out, it turned out to have some blood on it. "Well, I guess I was a bit hard on you," he laughed. "Yeah, but it was all worth it. This is the best I've ever had. You gave it to me good!" she said and chuckled. Marcel crawled back on top of Lisa. He placed himself so that his big cock was at her mouth. "Well, then I think it'd be fitting for you to clean up your mess on my cock," he said in a commanding tone and forced his cock into her mouth, not really meeting any resistance. She started licking it clean. "Mmm... mmmm, gulp, gulp. Oh yeah, this is making me horny again. You really do know how to treat a lady," she managed to say with her mouth full of cock. He grabbed her hair and started mouth fucking her. His cock was already pretty hard again. She tightened her lips around it and eagerly used her tongue on it to maximize his satisfaction. "Yeah, that's right. Suck my big cock, you fucking slut," he moaned and kept on mouth fucking her. "Oh yeah, I'm almost ready to cum again," he said after a minute or so. He pulled out his cock and commanded her to jerk it off. She grabbed the cock tightly and masturbated it in small quick jerks. Soon after he sprayed a load all over her face and into her mouth. The white cum stood in good contrast to the black pumping cock. Even though it was his second load within a short while, it gave Lisa's face a good glazing. When he was done spraying he commanded her to swallow and lick her mouth clean, and she did as she was told, while he rolled off her, lying in the bed next to her. She then snuggled close to him. "You taste incredible. I really love your cum." He responded by putting his arm around her and saying, "Mmm yeah, my lovely little bitch." When they had recovered a bit they got up from the bed. Lisa looked at John. "See, that's how you take a woman. But that's way beyond you, you pathetic little excuse for a man." Marcel and Lisa left the bedroom laughing heading for the bathroom. "We're taking a shower, and you just stay exactly where you are. Marcel is not done with you," Lisa shouted before closing the door to the bathroom. John could hear them turn on the shower, and before long heard a continues series of bumps mixed with Lisa's moans. Marcel was obviously humping her up against the wall. A few minutes later they both shouted out their orgasms. After around half an hour Lisa and Marcel came back into the bedroom, now wearing bathrobes. "Well now, just do with him as you see fit." Marcel looked at John. "Get up and take off all your clothes, slave!" he commanded. John got up and reluctantly started to take off his clothes. "Get a move on!" John hurried with the rest and now stood completely naked, looking down at the floor while holding his hands in front of his crotch. "Move those hands away so I can see what you got between them legs," Marcel commanded. John slowly removed his hands. "Hahahaha, yeah, now I get what you mean, Lisa. That thing can't be of much use. I guess that's why he likes little girls. But let's see if your asshole is more interesting." Marcel went over to the bed. He folded together two bed covers and stacked them on the edge of the bed. "Get on your knees and lean over this," Marcel commanded and pointed at the bed covers. John did as he was told. "Spread them legs." John spread his legs, exposing his asshole. "Mm-mmm, not bad, not bad at all. Looks like a tight virgin asshole," Marcel said and added, "But we'll soon change that." Marcel opened his bathrobe revealing his half erect, but quite long black cock. "Lisa, get some lube and smear it on my cock." Lisa did as she was told. She squeezed out a good handful and applied it to the cock while also jerking it off. The result was a fully lubricated and erect cock pointing straight into the air. Marcel went over behind John and knelt down. He placed his cock just outside the entrance to John's hole, and then started pressing the long rod inside. It was hurting John, and the hole tried to tighten to prevent the intruder from getting any further. That just resulted in more pain, because Marcel just pressed harder and harder. John couldn't help but to let out a strained sigh, which caused Marcel to chuckle with satisfaction. When Marcel was half way in he started fucking John. For each thrust the cock went in a bit further, until it was all the way in. It hurt like hell now, forcing John to let out cries every time the cock went in. "Oh yeah, damn it's good to fuck such a tight hole," Marcel said and continued with a grin, "It's good I've cum three times already. It'll make me last much longer this time. Mmm, yeah. A tight little virgin asshole. It's so good to see how it hurts my little fuck slave." Marcel increased the pace, and John was now stunned by pain. He couldn't even let out the faintest moan. He just lay there with his ass exposed being punished hard by Marcel's big black cock. "Ahhh, yeah. I'm going to punish your tight little hole hard and good," Marcel moaned. "That'll teach a dirty little pedo like you to know his place." The punishment continued for 10 more minutes, but for John it felt like hours. All of a sudden John felt how Marcel's cock swelled up. This resulted in John's fully blocked out hole being stretched even more, which was more than it could cope with. A jolt of pain went through John, and he was sure that something broke inside him. With a roar Marcel pumped his warm sticky sperm deep inside John, and for each thrust the jolting pain repeated. John fainted for a while, but quickly woke up again, only to experience more pain. Finally, Marcel was done pumping and he retracted his long thick cock from John's hole. The cock was smeared in with a mixture of blood, shit and cum. "What a mess, slave. Now you'll have to clean up my cock," Marcel commanded. He grabbed John by the hair and pulled him up from the bed, leading his head to the filthy cock, forcing it inside his mouth. John could feel how blood and sperm oozed out of his ass, all the while sucking Marcel clean as good as possible. After a couple of minutes Marcel was satisfied with John's cleaning. He had now used and abused John as he saw fit, so he pushed him away causing him to fall to the floor, where he stayed put. He had been punished so hard that he was incapable of moving. "Damn that was some nice virgin ass fucking," Marcel laughed and commanded Lisa to accompany him to the bathroom to get another shower. John kept on lying on the floor. Only after around half an hour had he recovered enough to barely get up and drag himself up the stairs towards his room. He just wanted to be alone now. For every step his abused ass reminded him of how harsh he had been punished, but with much effort he finally reached his room. He let himself fall onto the bed, where he went out like a light. Chapter 4: Hell The time that followed was a true hell for John. Marcel visited every Saturday, where John was punished in the ass in the same harsh manner every time. The damage in his ass only barely had time to heal during the week, only to be enforced on him again. However, with time he noticed that the damage was becoming less and less, and he also didn't feel the same immense pain anymore. Apparently his ass had been trained to cope better with Marcel's giant cock. After a couple of months John could endure a full punishment without any damage, and the pain was now bearable. Chapter 5: The discovery Half a year had gone by with weekly punishment. Each Saturday Marcel had come by to satisfy Lisa and to punish John's ass. But one day something happened, which John in his wildest fantasies would never have thought possible. As usual Marcel filled up Lisa good, and like always she then administered lubricant on his hard cock, after which he started fucking John in the ass. It always hurt in the beginning, and this time was no exception, but during the long period of continuous punishment, John's ass was now getting quite used to the treatment. He was able to relax more in the ass, so it didn't hurt so much. This particular day it seemed that Marcel was unstoppable. He just kept on and on pumping John's ass, and for each thrust John felt Marcel's balls slapping against his own. After a while the unexpected started to happen. John noticed how his own cock started to grow hard. He felt ashamed. Here he was lying against his will, being fucked in the ass by a big black man, all the while his body betrayed him by actually enjoying it. He didn't want to enjoy it, and he especially didn't want Lisa and Marcel to find out. But there was nothing he could do. The feeling of Marcel's cock in the ass, combined with the now only moderate pain caused by the immense size of the cock, simply just had that effect on John, and he could feel how he became increasingly horny. Every time Marcel's cock was on its way in or out it affected something in John's ass, which slowly brought John towards a climax. He tried to hold out, but the effect was too great, and eventually he had to give in. In that moment he accepted that his body belonged to Marcel. He was such a big and strong man, and John's only purpose in life was to be filled up by his enormous cock. The orgasm swept through John's body. "Ohhh, yeaaaah," he moaned, and at the same time his cock starting spurting. The sperm hit the edge of the bed, slowly oozing down towards the floor. Marcel and Lisa now saw what was happening. John was caught in the act. "What the fuck!" Marcel expelled. "He's enjoying being ass raped. What a dirty little slave bitch!" Lisa started laughing. "Hahaha, well, well, so you actually like this, John. Not only are you a pathetic little man turned on by children. But you're also turned on by being taught to know your place as a sex slave. To be dominated by a big black man. A real man." Lisa's talking increased Marcel's excitement. "Oh yeah! Fuck, it feels good to ass rape my little sex slave! Mmm, yeah! I'm gonna fill up your dirty little slave ass with my huge load of cum! Ahhh, yeaaah!" Marcel's cock swelled up, and he pumped his load of warm sticky sperm deep into John. Afterwards John laid motionless, feeling waves of shame flooding through his head. He didn't dare to move. Didn't want to look Lisa and Marcel in the eyes. Yet another time he had been abused, but he had enjoyed it this time. And they knew it. Marcel and Lisa went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When they had left John got up and retreated in shame to his room upstairs where he went directly to bed. Chapter 6: The change Next time Marcel came by he and Lisa had changed things a bit as it was clear from last time that John actually enjoyed his punishment. This wasn't really the intention, so this time, after Lisa had been thoroughly fucked by Marcel's long rod, they commanded John to follow them to the bathroom. "Take off all your clothes and sit in the bathtub, slave," Marcel commanded. Lisa placed herself behind John, and Marcel in front of John. Marcel grabbed his long flaccid cock and pointed it towards John's face. Shortly after a strong yellow beam of piss emerged from Marcel's cock splashing all over John's face. John closed his eyes and mouth by reflex. But Marcel pointed the beam at John's nostrils, while Lisa forcefully held his head in place, and after a short while John had to open his mouth to get air. At that time Marcel pointed the beam into John's mouth. Lisa now forced John's head back and at the same time squeezed his nose shut, so he couldn't do anything but to take the piss in his mouth and swallow as good as he could, trying to get a bit of air in between. John tried to convince himself that it was disgusting and sick to be pissed on and forced to drink it. But once again his body betrayed him. His cock grew harder and harder. "What the hell! Would you look at that. Even this disgusting treatment turns him on," Lisa exclaimed pointing to John's cock. "See how his little pisser is all stiff." Marcel had now emptied all his piss in John's mouth and looked at where Lisa pointed. "What the fuck, you little sick bitch! I'm going to teach you how to take your punishment as a real slave!" He placed himself over John's head, pressing his ass down in John's face, asshole against mouth. "Open up, slave!" Marcel commanded. John hesitated, so Lisa pulled him hard in the hair. The pain quickly made John obey. He opened his mouth and shortly after felt something warm and soft being pressed in. Marcel was shitting John in the mouth. The stench and taste caused John's throat to tighten up and triggered his puke reflex. But Lisa held his head in place and Marcel's ass was placed so firmly on his face that he couldn't do anything but to take in Marcel's shit. "Oh yeah!" Marcel expelled. "Damn, it's good to use my little sex slave as a toilet. Eat it up, slave!" He pressed more and more shit into John's mouth, until there was nothing to do but to swallow it. John's disgust by the situation soon evaporated, and within long he was eagerly swallowing for each mouthful of shit squeezed into his mouth. Being held in place, having an ass pressed against the face, having the mouth filled up with shit, and then forced to swallow it, was something that made John's body react. He became increasingly horny and his cock grew harder. Naturally, Marcel and Lisa noticed this. "I don't believe this! This little dirty sex slave apparently enjoys every form of humiliation," Lisa said. "We'll have to come up with something else." Chapter 7: The ultimate punishment The following Saturday Marcel came by again. This time he and Lisa had come up with quite a different plan, which they firmly believed would have the effect of a real punishment on John. Lisa had gotten hold of some rope and wrist/ankle leather straps. She used these things to tie John to the bed, so that arms and legs were tied to the four corners of the bed. John now lay completely naked spread out on the bed, unable to move. Lisa then grabbed a leather strap with a gag ball and tied it around his head, preventing him from saying anything. Suddenly John heard the front door being opened and Stella's voice saying, "Hello, I'm home now. Where are you guys?" What was Stella doing back so early. Normally she didn't come home till the evening, when Lisa, Marcel and John had these Saturday sessions. Lisa usually arranged it like that, so Stella wouldn't find out, what really happened. Lisa answered, "We are in here. In the bedroom." It was quiet for a while, but then they heard Stella cautiously approaching the bedroom. John got a panicking look on his face. Why did Lisa let this happen. Stella was not supposed to know about this. As Stella reached the entrance to the bedroom she stopped and gaped in disbelief. John lay with eyes wide open looking back and forth at Stella and Lisa. After a moment of very unpleasant silence, which for John seemed to last forever, Stella asked, "What are you doing?" "Get in here," Lisa answered in a demanding tone. Stella reluctantly entered the room. It wasn't until now she noticed Marcel, and she let out a surprised, "Who's that?" "Your daddy has been naughty, so he'll have to be punished, and this guy is here to help with that," Lisa said and looked at Marcel. "His name is Marcel, and he knows exactly how to exercise a good punishing." Stella looked confused and asked, "But... what's daddy done?" "I'll tell you what he's done," Lisa answered. "Your daddy belongs to a group of sad pathetic men who likes sex with children." Stella looked astonished at her dad. She had heard about child molesters, and knew they were dangerous, and that she was supposed to keep away from them. But she just couldn't believe her own eyes and ears. Lisa saw the doubt in Stella's face, so she approached her with the laptop in her hand. She held up the laptop so Stella could watch what was on the screen, and she then browsed through a number of images depicting children in various sexual situations with grown men. "It's stuff like this your daddy likes to sit and watch in the night when you're in bed," Lisa said. "Normally you'd turn him over to the police, but I've chosen to do the punishment myself with help from Marcel here. So far, though, it seems that your daddy simply just enjoys every type of punishment we've tried on him. But this time we've got a much better plan." Lisa grabbed Stella's arm and dragged her towards the bed. Stella tried to resist, but she wasn't strong enough, and while she was forcefully being placed on the bed, sitting next to her tied up dad, Marcel went to close and lock the bedroom door. "What are you doing?" Stella cried out. John watched what was happening with a frightened look. "Your daddy says he would never touch you... you know, like doing sexual stuff to you. So his punishment's going to be that you, Stella, do sexual things to him," Lisa said with an evil smile on her lips. "Grab his sorry little, limp dick with your hand." John feverishly shook his head and tried to say something, but couldn't because of the gag ball. Stella hesitated, so Lisa grabbed her hand and forced it to John cock. "Grab it and jerk it back and forth." Stella still hesitated, so Lisa said in a very commanding tone, "Do as I say, you little brat, or else..." Stella started whimpering, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. But that sort of thing was not something Lisa cared to see, so she slapped Stella on the cheek, causing Stella to start crying. Lisa slapped her again, and again. "I can keep this up for a long time. So you better start obeying real soon." Stella's cheeks got all red from the slapping, and she soon realized that it didn't help to cry. Slowly she grabbed her dads cock and started jerking it off. John was in a state of panic. He could feel that he wouldn't be able to withstand the effect of the jerking for long, even though it was done by his own daughter. Slowly but surely his cock started growing. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. He simply wasn't supposed to become horny by anything his daughter did to him. "Hahaha, would you look at that," Lisa said mockingly. "He really is a sick pedo, who's turned on by his own daughter." No matter what John did, he just couldn't get his cock to soften up. To feel a child hand grab his cock and jerk it off was something he had dreamt about for a long time. The fact that it was his daughter doing it, the cock simply didn't care about. As much as he tried to resist he just couldn't stop the horniness from building up inside him. The more Stella jerked off his cock, the more his panic was replaced by lust, until he couldn't think about anything else than how nice it was to just lie there, being tied to the bed, getting his cock jerked off by a 7 year old girl. By now it actually contributed to his horniness that it was his own daughter doing it. Stella was frightened by the horny look on her dads face. She had never seen him like this. His eyes was glowing with lust, and he looked like he would jump her, if it wasn't for the fact that he was tied up. Lisa saw Stella's frightened look and said, "Just keep going. Your daddy likes it a lot. Are you getting everything, Marcel?" John and Stella looked at Marcel and noticed that Marcel stood there capturing the whole thing on video. "Hahaha," Lisa laughed. "Yeah, that's right, John. We are creating evidence showing what a pathetic little pedo you are. Turned on by your own daughter." Marcel and Lisa both laughed out loud But John had reached a state of ecstasy and wasn't affected by anything else than the situation with Stella's hand around his erect cock, getting closer and closer to a climax. And then it happened. John simply couldn't hold back anymore. With a loud moan he started squirting his sperm up in the air and down onto Stella's little child hand. It came as a chock for her, and by reflex she retracted her hand. "Get that hand back on your daddy's cock!" Lisa commanded in a harsh tone. Stella obeyed and continued the cock jerking all through the rest of John's orgasm. During the orgasm John's eyes peered into Stella's with a look of lust stating that he wanted her. When John was done squirting and came out of his ecstasy, he realized what had happened. His face contorted in despair and tears starting rolling. He tried to expel a 'sorry' to Stella, but it wasn't possible to hear what he said. However, John's crying also made Stella cry. Lisa now untied John and removed the gag ball. John got up in a sitting position and embraced Stella tightly all the while they both cried, John constantly saying, "Sorry, baby. Sorry, sorry, sorry." Lisa and Marcel enjoyed the situation tremendously, quite satisfied with the outcome of this new type of punishment. "We finally succeeded in finding a fitting punishment for my sorry little excuse for a husband," Lisa clucked. "Now we know how it's done." Chapter 8: Destruction The next many times Marcel came by the same session repeated. John was tied to the bed, and Stella was then ordered to jerk him off till he squirted, after which he cried and tried to apologize to Stella. The time in between sessions Lisa used to try and explain to Stella how sick in the head her father really was due to his fascination with underage sex, and she stated how important it was that he was punished. It was, however, also very important that Stella didn't talk about it to anyone, or her father would be taken from her and sent to jail. John was not allowed to talk to Stella about this, so slowly Lisa was turning Stella against her father. As time passed Stella began to accept the purpose with the sessions and her own contribution to the punishment, even though it was a bit gross to touch her own father's willy. When John cried and apologized after the sessions she began to doubt the sincerity of it, which was very frustrating to him. However, it was very fulfilling to Lisa. She saw it as her goal to destroy her sorry excuse for a husband, and using his own daughter for this was the perfect tool. One day Lisa and Marcel came up with a new idea to increase Stella's aversion to her father. They had acquired some new equipment for John, a latex mask covering the whole head with two holes for the eyes and a zipper for accessing the mouth. A leather strap was tied around his neck and connected to a chain fastened to the bed, so that John was only able to move about in and around the bed. The session began without Stella. Marcel started by commanding John on his knees in front of the bed, leaning the upper body down onto the bed, then giving him a good ass fucking. As expected it made John horny. But before John reached an orgasm Marcel stopped. John was then ordered onto the bed, lying on his back. Marcel also got onto the bed, opened the mouth zipper in John's latex mask, squatted down over John's head, pressing his black ass against the mouth opening. Then he started shitting John in the mouth. This made John more horny and his pulsating cock was now pointing straight up in the air. Lisa then attached a sucking device on John's erect cock and switched it on. "Imagine a small child mouth sucking you," she said to John. "Isn't that just nice - to think about how a child mouth can give you such pleasure? How Stella's child mouth can give you such pleasure?" The effect of the sucking device combined with Lisa's dirty talk made John even more horny, and when she sensed he was about to come, she stopped the device and let him cool down a bit. Then she repeated the procedure. This went on for quite a while. While this was happening increasingly sick and twisted thoughts invaded John's head. He tried to push them away, but the arousal was too strong. Oh, how he would just love to jump at his daughter, forcing his cock into her mouth to mouth fuck her, and after that he would drill his hard cock into her tight child cunt and fuck it hard. John had now reached a state of ecstasy. Lisa and Marcel stepped off the bed, leaving John to his unfulfilled horniness. He was laying there grunting and moaning, frustrated that he wasn't allowed to reach the climax. Then Lisa called for Stella. John looked in the direction of the door, and shortly after Stella was standing in the doorway. The sight of her made something snap in John's brain. He jumped up from the bed and threw himself towards her, but half way there he ran out of chain and felt a jerk in the neck strap, which caused him to loose his balance and fall onto the floor. Stella stood in fright and watched the scene, while Lisa and Marcel just laughed scornfully at John. Marcel was holding the video camera in his hand and recorded everything. Lisa then turned to Stella as said, "See that? He's a sick predator with no qualms about attacking and raping his own little daughter." With horror in her eyes Stella's gaze shifted between Lisa and John, and while her attention was occupied, Marcel covertly unfastened John's chain from the bed. John was getting up from the floor, and again he threw himself towards his daughter. With the chain freed from the bed he now had full mobility and therefore was able to reach the horrified Stella. In raging madness he grabbed her and dragged her to the bed, where he threw her down on her back. She let out a cry and tried to pull away, but before she knew it her father had thrown himself over her. He forced her arms up over her head and with one hand he pressed them down against the bed. With the zipper in the latex mask open he forced his tongue into his daughter's mouth and french kissed her greedily. She tried to turn her head away but to no avail. Using his other hand he grabbed his cock, let it to the entrance of her tight little child cunt, and tried to thrust inside. But she was extremely tight, partly because she was just a kid, and partly because she somewhat unconsciously tightened her little hole that felt threatened by the strange intruder. However, it would take more to stop him. His brain was in a sick and twisted condition, where latent thoughts of pedophilia and incest had surfaced into the clear, and where he saw it as his right to take his own daughter as he saw fit. And if she tried to resist it simply turned on the beast in him even more. The hunt for the ultimate pleasure meant that he had to rape his own daughter. Stella resisted as good as she could but she was up against a superior force. Her father's cock pressed harder and harder against her entrance and suddenly it broke through. In a hard deep thrust he buried half his cock inside her. The power of the thrust caused her hymen to shred like silk paper. With her mouth full of her father's greedy tongue she expelled a stifled scream of pain.e The thought of having taken his little daughter's virginity fired up further his horniness, and he started to rough fuck her. The harder he fucked her the more pleasure he felt. Even though his cock wasn't the biggest it was more than enough for Stella's tight hole. She was fully blocked out, and because she wasn't wet, except for a little blood resulting from her broken hymen, her cunt had a very tight grab around her father's cock, which caused her quite some pain when the cock went in and out, as it almost dragged the inside of her cunt with it. She let out more stifled screams, but that just seemed to intensify her father's rough fucking. There was nothing she could do but just lie there at let herself be raped brutally by her insane father. But what was painful for her was ultimate pleasure for him. His cock had never felt such a tight hole. It was like it milked him. His thrusts were so hard and deep that his balls slapped against her perineum each time he went all the way in. This massaging of the balls combined with the milking of the cock finally resulted in him reaching his climax. He let out a roar into his daughter's mouth, which was still greedily occupied by his tongue. Then he started pumping his warm thick cum deep inside her. Due to his immense level of horniness he had a huge load, and it took quite a while to empty it all into her. When he was finally done he collapsed on top of her. Totally exhausted and incapable of moving he now lay as a big heavy ragdoll all over her, while she lay sobbing over the pain of her abused cunt. With much effort she managed to push him off her, causing his now limp cock to exit her with an audible pop. The cock was soaked in sperm and blood, which also oozed out of her still open hole. She got up from the bed, hurried out of the bedroom, going directly to the bathroom where she locked the door and began accessing the damage. As John began to recover he realized what had happened. He buried his head in the bed sobbed like never before. What had he done? Had he really raped his little beloved Stella? It seemed unreal to him, yet he knew that this was exactly what had happened. Lisa and Marcel had enjoyed the session immensely, and everything had of course been recorded. Lisa was proud to once again having succeeded in breaking her pathetic pedophile husband. She was convinced that Stella was now turned completely against her father, with nothing but hate left for him. It gave her great pleasure to think about. Back in his little room in the attic John's head was overwhelmed by terrible thoughts. What had happened was nothing short of catastrophic. He thought it impossible to ever forgive himself. He was fully aware that this was something Lisa had orchestrated to destroy his relationship with Stella. She wanted to break him. Destroy his life in every conceivable way. He had to do something. Chapter 9: Race against time During the next couple of days John spent most of the time in his little room in the attic. He needed peace and quiet to come up with a plan to stop Lisa's crusade. He had to do something very soon. Just one more session like the last one would definitely destroy his relationship with Stella completely, if that hadn't already happened. After a couple of days John managed to form a plan, which he thought (hoped) would work. If just Marcel could be incapacitated, then Lisa could be dealt with afterwards. His plan required unnoticed access to the bedroom, where he was now denied entry. That wasn't going to be easy, since he never seemed to be alone. Either Lisa or Stella was home and would notice if he tried to get in there. But one day it happened that Stella went to one of her friends after school and would stay there till the next day. Later that day Lisa had to run an errand. Now he had his chance. As soon as Lisa was out the door John hurried up to his room where he found his hunting knife hidden under the guest bed. He also grabbed a roll of duct tape and then ran down the stairs and straight to the bed room. To his dismay it turned out the door was locked. Shit! What to do now? Then he remembered that most of the doors in the house used the same key, and he was pretty sure he had seen a key in a drawer in the attic room. He hurried up there and looked through the drawers, and finally he found what he was looking for. He then jumped down the stairs, almost tripping in the process, but he kept his balance and soon he was back at the bedroom door. He inserted the key and turned it. To his luck the key was working, and finally he could get into the bedroom. He had determined the perfect location to place the knife, a place he knew Marcel would always command him to go to get his ass punishment. He tore off some pieces of duct tape and put them over the knife, which he attached to the underside of the bed. Then he hurried out of the bedroom. Lisa could come home any minute now. He thought it would be best to go back up to his room and stay there. It wouldn't cause any suspicion, since that was where he spent most of his time these days. When he reached his room he heard the front door open downstairs. That would be Lisa coming back now. He heard her rummage around for a while, and then he heard the telly being turned on. She would probably be sitting in the living room now watching some lame talk show. Suddenly a thought struck him. It gave him the chills. In his hurry to get out of the bedroom he'd forgotten to lock the door after him. Fuck! He had to fix this somehow. He snuck out of his room and crept down the stairs, carefully avoiding the squeaking step. When he was all the way down he silently made his way towards the bedroom. To get there though he had to pass the entrance to the living room in which Lisa was sitting. He bent down and very carefully made his way pass the entrance. Lisa didn't notice anything. Luckily she was completely absorbed in her stupid talk show. When he reached the bedroom door he inserted the key with the utmost care making sure not to make any sound. He then turned the key very slowly. When it was turned about three quarters of the way a little click sounded. He froze. Had she heard the click? He waited for a while, listening for any movement from her, but since nothing happened he concluded that she probably hadn't heard anything. He then crept back towards the stairs. When he was about to walk up the stairs he heard a voice behind him saying, "What are you doing?" He turned his head half way, looked out of the corner of his eye, and saw Lisa standing there waiting for an explanation. "Erhm, I was just going for a glass of water," he answered. "OK, well, get up there then. I don't want to look at you." With his heart pounding away he made his way up the stairs, feeling Lisa's hateful gaze all the way up. Finally he reached the top, went into the attic room and closed the door after him. Whew that was close. The day arrived for the next session. John was, as usual, commanded into the bedroom, where Marcel forced him down on his knees and to take Marcel's big black cock in the mouth to suck it hard. Everything went as it used to, and after a short while John was commanded over to the bed. He leaned down onto the bed and felt Marcel forcing himself inside, and was then ass fucked in hard, deep thrusts. At some point Lisa went to find something in the closet, and Marcel looked over at her and asked what she was doing. John used the distraction to reach under the bed, grabbing the hunting knife, and quickly place it between his upper body and the bed. When Marcel finished emptying his load deep inside John's ass, John was commanded, as usual, to suck Marcel clean. It was now or never. John lifted himself from the bed, took the knife, and quickly turned around where he grabbed Marcel's cock and cut it off. The sharp knife went through like soft butter, and in an instant John was sitting with Marcel's chopped off cock in his hand. Marcel screamed in pain, while blood pumped out of the little piece of the cock that was left. He fell to the floor, where John threw himself over him and stuck the knife into one of his eyes. John then quickly took out the knife and stuck it into Marcel's other eye. Marcel screamed like never before and was now completely pacified. Everything went so fast that by the time Lisa had turned around all she saw was John sitting on top of Marcel's blood soaked body. She just stood there paralyzed with her mouth open. As John jumped up and sprang directly towards her, she came to her senses and tried to flee out of the bedroom. But he was to fast and managed to push her into the door frame, where her head hit so hard that she fell to the floor unconscious. He then directed his attention to Marcel, who was still lying on the floor whining. With much effort John managed to pull Marcel up onto the bed, where he tied him using the same leather straps that had so often been used to tie John to the bed. Then he dragged the unconscious Lisa onto the bed as well, placed her on top of Marcel, and put the knife in her hand. He grabbed around her hand and forced the knife directly into Marcel's heart. Marcel let out a gasp and then just lay there, dead. Now John had to act fast. He had to find the video camera and all the tapes with recordings of the sex sessions. He looked through the bedroom closets and found what he was looking for. Next up was the laptop, but he was unable to find it anywhere in the bedroom. He went to the hall. Maybe Lisa had put it in the dresser. Dammit, it was locked. Where could she have hidden the damn key. He looked in every room of the house, but it was not to be found. It then occurred to him that maybe Lisa had it on her. He went back to the bedroom, where the unconscious Lisa still lay on top of Marcel's dead body. He searched through her pockets and finally found the key. He went back to the hall, unlocked and opened the dresser, where he found the laptop. Next to the laptop lay a number of printed pictures showing John as he raped Stella. He stood petrified. He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. It had all seemed so unreal in the situation, but now it became very real. After a while he managed to get himself together. He took all the incriminating things and put into a back, and then went to the garage and got into the car. He drove away from the house. It was dark outside, and no one saw him leave. At the end of the road was a pay phone. He stopped there, got out of the car and looked around. There was nobody around. He went to the pay phone and called the police. With a distorted voice he explained that he was out for an evening walk, when he suddenly heard a lot screaming as he passed a house. When he was asked for his name, he said that he didn't want to get involved and then hung up. He got back into the car and drove away. A couple of hours later, after he had gotten rid of all the incriminating materials, he drove back to the house. In front of the house was a couple of police cars and an ambulance. He parked the car and walked up to the house. At the entrance he was asked to identify himself. John explained that he lived there and wanted to know what had happened. He was asked to follow inside. In the living room Lisa sat on the couch and was being interrogated. When she saw John she jumped up and yelled, "There he is. He's the one who did it. It's him - that pedophile pig - he made it look like it was me." John acted frightened and backed off a bit. Two officers immediately grabbed Lisa, got her under control, and placed her back down on the couch. "But I'm telling you, it's him," she sobbed. During several hours of interrogation John was informed about what had happened. They had received an anonymous call about a house disturbance, and when they arrived at the house they had found Lisa lying on top of a black man with a knife in her hand (she must had just regained consciousness as they arrived, John surmised.) John explained how Lisa and he was in a difficult marital phase, and that Lisa had insisted on getting a house friend. He continued to explain that he was always told to take a long drive, when the house friend was visiting. He made a big deal out of telling, that not in his wildest dreams had he thought Lisa capable of doing something like this. Apparently the officers bought the story, and the result was that Lisa was arrested, put in handcuffs, and taken down to the station, while John was asked to find a hotel for the night due to the ongoing forensics work. The next morning John called the friend at which Stella had spent the night. He told Stella that something awful had happened, and that Lisa had been arrested and had to go to jail. Stella was frightened and sad by the news, and John said he would come immediately to pick her up. They didn't talk during the drive to the hotel. John wasn't sure if it was because of what had just happened, or if it was because of what he had done to her, or maybe both. He didn't dare to say anything. In the hotel room Stella sat on the bed and looked down into the floor. John sat in a chair and looked at her. He had to say something. He had to figure out where they stood. "Stella, I..." he started, but then stalled. She didn't respond. "Stella, I don't know..." He was interrupted by Stella getting off the bed, running to him and putting her arms around his neck, drawing herself close to him. "I don't want to loose you as well, daddy. I'm not angry at you anymore," she said crying. "There, there. It's all good now," he comforted her and gently stroked her head. Then something totally unexpected happened. Stella raised her head and pressed her lips against his. She tried to stick her tongue inside his mouth, but he stopped her. "Stella, what are you doing? I don't think..." "But you like this, don't you?" she said and continued the kissing. John wanted to stop it, but for some reason he found himself unable to. An intoxicating feeling spread through his body, and he could feel his cock stir. Stella, who was still pressed tightly against him, noticed the growing bulge in his pants. She led a hand down there and unzipped his pants. Then she stuck her hand inside and grabbed the cock through his boxer shorts. With the last vague resistance he could muster he let out an almost inaudible "no", but then gave up. He started kissing her back and pressed his tongue inside her mouth. All the while her hand found its way inside his boxer shorts, and with a tight grip on his cock she started jerking it up and down. It was an extremely arousing situation for John. He had been overtaken by his pedophile horniness and started moaning into her mouth while they greedily kissed each other. Stella's treatment of his cock made it jump out of his unzipped pants, and it now pointed straight up in the air. This made it easier for her hand to jerk all the way up and down his cock, and before he knew it the impact of her little warm hand, tightly grabbing his cock and jerking it off good, sent him over the edge. He pumped his load out with such a force, that it hit both Stella and himself in the face, while they just kept on kissing. Some of it oozed down their faces, onto their tongues and into their mouths. The taste of his own cum mixed with the saliva of the sweet mouth of his daughter, who had given him this orgasm, made the situation even more intense and sent him into ecstasy.