Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This is a story based on fantasy not fact. It involves pedophile tendencies of an older man to very young girls. In this case a 3 year old girl. The author does not condone any kind of pedophile actions perpetrated on children. This is only a work of fiction. The details are based on assumptions and not fact, used solely to progress the story and titillate the reader. 2009 - Adam Warlock Internet Incest I've never been one for computers. But, I had discovered the internet and it really opened my eyes as to all the possibilities that it had to offer. It was really overwhelming. At first I just stuck to Googling things of interest. Like cars, woodworking and home improvement. That is when I discovered forums. There was a forum just made for home improvement. I was amazed. I could talk to people from all over the world. It was one of these conversations that a fellow told me that there was pretty much a forum for just about anything, kind of like magazines. Well then I became a forum junky. I'd even join forums that I had no interest in. Just to talk to people from other lands. It was very interesting. Someone asked me if I had a cam on my computer so we could see each other. I didn't but you can well guess that it didn't take me long to get one. Again there was many kinds but, I settled on one with high resolution and a built in microphone. Then I discovered internet porn. Now I've heard of it. But, I never saw the big draw. But like everything, on the net (I'm picking up on the lingo), there is offered a wide variance of tastes fetishes and even things you may have not even heard of. Intrigued I was researching (yeah right) all the different sites. You never know what might get your interest. For everything I found there was a glaring omission. There were no pedophile sites. Now I could completely understand, because they are the scum of the earth. But, I had thought the internet was pretty much unregulated or at the very least hard to regulate. So, now I had to find out if it was possible to find some kind of hidden pedo site. At, first it was to do a good citizens duty and, when found, to report it immediately, though I was really unsure who that would be. Well I was pretty unsuccessful at finding a site like that, though I did find a forum that claimed to be a girl lover forum. Which in my mind just meant pedo's getting together and telling each other about all their conquests? My curiosity got the best of me and I signed up. To my surprise it wasn't anything like I thought. These where people struggling with real issues; trying to come to terms with who they are. This forum not only provided support but it provided sobering information about all sorts of questions. There was the gratuitous "picture" area, but this to be not nudes or porn but more art or models. They did provide links to young or children model sites. It was hard not to check these out. I didn't want to admit it. But, it did stir something, within me, that I think had been long buried. I found myself frequenting the forum more and more, and asking more questions. Through internal contemplation and truthfulness I realized that I to was a girl lover. And, I now knew what that meant. We weren't some kind of monster preying on little girls. Those were sicko's that have given pedophile's a bad name. No, we just want to love and protect all little girls. Have loving, close relationships that could become sexual only if the child is ready and willing. My eyes were opened. It didn't mean I wasn't any less attracted to older girls. I still found my wife attractive. But now I'm seeing teens, pre-teens and children in a new light. I wanted to explore my new feelings but I knew how difficult doing something like that was. There was a spin-off from researching about pedophiles- was, whenever you started to look into pedo-sites, you could always find incest sites. Again incest wasn't even on my radar. I've only got a three year old girl. And, she was the light of my life. Not something to lust after. Shortly after I had logged onto the pedo site I thought I'd try an incest forum. I mean I had serious misconceptions about pedophiles. I could just as easily have the same about incest, though I doubted it. I talked to quite a few people, and talking to then really didn't dispel any of my opinions about incest. I couldn't really identify with anyone until Bradford. He immediately sounded like an intelligent and grounded person. Not, out here to boast about his sexual exploits with his daughter. No, he was much more interested in telling me how it has emotionally, physically and mentally has brought him and his daughter closer. He never forced her. He just introduced her to sex, and then let her decide how far she wanted to go. Like Bradford said, who better to teach their children about sex than there own parents? You know it will be safe and they will have their best interests in mind. I still wasn't overly convinced. I mean you hear all the time about girls being traumatized about being "molested" as children. Bradford assured me that this wasn't true, these where just thoughts placed in our children's minds that society is forcing upon them. Growing up with sex is an enjoyable experience. It's not till later that they are "told" it is wrong and they feel they have to act accordingly. Maybe this was true but I still found it hard to believe. Then Bradford said that even today in our so called enlightened society, there are countries that practice incest to this day. And, it isn't wrong to them and their children don't have bout's being wrongfully molested in their later years. They are just grateful that their parents loved them enough to prepare them. Huh. Bradford had a point. Even I had bought into the incest is taboo thing. That was what we were brought up to think and it became ingrained in our conscience. Finally Bradford typed. "Have you got a cam?" "Yeah." "Well let's hook up I got something to show you." I didn't see the harm in it so we made our connection. Finally we could see each other. Bradford wasn't anything like I envisioned him. But, I'm sure I wasn't what he envisioned. If that was true he didn't show it. He was too busy looking off to the side. Bradford was an older guy, about 45, with a little beer gut a beard and hair that was sprinkled with grey. He held out his hand off the screen as though he was getting something. Then a small smooth leg appeared on the screen followed by a little bald pussy. Oh my god! The girl sat down on his lap and her face came into view. She was completely naked and just gorgeous. If this was Bradford's daughter she certainly didn't get her looks from him. She looked young...I mean young like 8 or 9. With sandy brown hair that went to her shoulders, piercing brown eyes to go with her dark complexion. When she smiled she showed the cutest little dimples. Bradford smiled, leaned over and started typing. "This is my daughter Audrey. What a cutie eh?" "I'll say." "I'll let Audrey say hi." Audrey waves at me through the camera and I wave and smile back. Bradford breaks in. "Ok are you ready? I'm ready to show you my surprise." At this point I had a pretty good idea as to what he had in mind, I mean the naked Audrey kind of gave it away. "Yeah I'm ready." "Then watch closely." Bradford moved the chair back until I got a view from his knees up. To my horror he already had his pants off. I mean he was talking to me the whole time with them off. I'm guessing he had this planned for today. Audrey positioned herself so she was sitting on one of her daddy's legs spread with a leg on each side and her facing me. She turned her head up and her lips and her fathers' lips met as he curled his head down. She stretched her left arm up and held it behind his head which made her chest arch out. It was very seductive watching this. I was getting hard and I knew I would have to undo my pants soon. She then slid her other hand down to her father's crotch and firmly grasped his penis and playfully started pumping it. Bradford didn't need any encouragement; he was already hard as a brick. Bradford then moved his hand down to his little girls waiting pussy. He stroked around the outside, and then pushed a finger right into her hole. Audrey reacted to this by pushing her little hips into his hand. He then slowly took it out then when he pushed back in he added another finger to jam into her little pussy. Again she wiggled and it looked as though her kissing became more passionate. Bradford for the third time extracted his fingers and shoved three fingers deep within the recesses of that hot tight pussy. He started to fuck her with his fingers and she moved her hips in time with the thrusts. After this went on for a few minutes I was transfixed by what I was seeing. Just knowing this was father and daughter made it heighten my sexual need. He finally pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth and sucked off all of his daughters juices. Audrey was already primed and she was moving over to straddle her father. She continued to face me, which was just fine because I would be able to see much more. She lifted herself up and then positioned her dad's cock until it was at her immature hole ready to impale her. With a quick wipe of his knob, back and forth on her pussy lips, she started to ease down on Bradford's cock. Inch by inch her little twat gobbled up his raging hard on. It almost seemed impossible but it went in easy until she had taken it all to the hilt. With my eyes riveted on their union, I forced myself to steal a quick glance up at Bradford's and Audrey's faces. They both had their eyes closed. Bradford's jaw was slack and his face showed pure pleasure. Audrey had an equal look but her breathing had become obviously quickened. Audrey leaned back into her fathers' chest, grabbed the chair arms and with her legs still folded on each side of her dad started to pump up and down. Each time she moved up, she would go just far enough so the tip of his cock just showed. She would then jam herself back down making it disappear in the folds of her pussy. She repeated this motion picking up more and more speed, as she did this Bradford started to hump right back. The more Bradford pounded into her the more she let him take control. As much as she wanted to fuck, you could tell her legs were giving out on her. She just relied on her father. She then leaned forward putting her hands on her fathers' knees. I was still getting a good shot of this torrid fucking, but now Audrey's face was closer to the camera. Her eyes were still closed but you could see her face was flushed and beginning to show signs of a sweaty glow. Her breathing had become ragged. Suddenly her face contorted and you just knew she was screaming out as an orgasm racked her body. Bradford was relentless in his fucking of his little girl. She fell backward, once again, on his chest and bobbed up and down to his thrust, totally exhausted. Bradford's face tightened and he pushed his cock in as far as it would. He didn't take it out this time it just sat in there and at the base you could see it swelling as he pumped more and more incestuous sperm into his little girl. It was odd watching this whole show with no sound. It did force me to notice even the littlest of things. I also had to fill in the sounds that I thought they were making. An odd experience but no less enjoyable nor didn't hinder getting across Bradford's point. I was ready to burst on my own. I knew later on I would be fucking my wife but thinking of this. Bradford had finally come down from his high and his cock was shrinking. Audrey finally got up and in doing so Bradford's cock followed her cunt until it slurped out of her well sperm filled young pussy. You could see white streaks of Bradford's cum still on his cock. Before Audrey disappeared I got a look at that tight little pussy and could see the cream pie her father just gave her. With a satisfied grin, Bradford leaned over and started to type. "Well did you see a little girl that was traumatized?" My hands were shaking but I managed to get out. "No. It looked like she really liked it." "Oh. She does. As a matter of fact, it is her that can't get enough. If she had it her way I'd be fucking her like 4 or 5 times a day. I really can only manage about twice." "If you don't mind me asking, how old is she?" "She's 9." I felt a little let down. With everything I just saw, I felt it was my job to show my daughter about sex. But at three years old it would seem that would be a while before I could start. Bradford continued. "Why how old is your daughter?" "Sam is only three. I guess I'll have to wait another 6 years before I can offer lessons." Bradford got a funny look on his face and if I could hear, I could've sworn he gave out a little snicker. He paused for a few seconds like he was thinking of something. "You know Rob; you don't have to wait till she is 9." "What do you mean?" "Just because I'm having sex with Audrey now, at nine, doesn't mean we weren't having sex before." That had never occurred to me. I had to find out more. "What do you mean?" "What do I mean? Well I started having sex with Audrey a lot younger than nine." "How much younger, is she?" "Oh, I dunno...I started her about three." My god Sam is three. What I had never considered before had now become a consideration. "Really, Sam is three. How did you start? What did you do? I imagine she was too young for intercourse." `Hmmm....lot's of questions grasshopper. Well I pretty much introduced her to everything, including intercourse. If you start with oral then you can introduce intercourse." "OK. Oral I understand but how do you go about having intercourse with a three year old. I mean they just aren't built to take a man's cock." "Initially no, you are right there. But it is possible if you know how." My excitement was getting the best of me. "Can you tell me how?" Bradford had that look again. Like he just got a fish on a hook and he was reeling it in. "Sure, if you really want to know." "Oh I do!" "Well first why don't you get your little girl up on your lap so I can see her." Without any prompting I called Sam over and picked her up and put her on my lap. Being still in her infancy Sam still had the very natural blonde hair that only little girls could have. Little ringlets fell past her shoulders and surrounded her face. At three her face was an alabaster white and was starting to slim out, losing some of that baby face. She had ocean blue eyes and her body was becoming lean and firm but still maintained baby fat that gave the illusion of curves of an older girl. But, still soft and holding all the innocence of a three year old. When Sam came into view Bradford's eye's bulged out. I couldn't help myself as I gave an inward chuckle. As cute as his daughter was Sam had out distanced her. "There...now tell me." "Wow. I mean wow. You did a fine job making her!" "Thanks, she is beautiful isn't she?" "She certainly is. As, she grows older and starts getting more attention...she'll thank you for preparing her for the wonderful things that sex can bring her." I was growing impatient. I needed to know his secrets. The things I couldn't work out for myself. The information that was going to lead me on the road to my new wanting of incest; I knew I was going to do it. After seeing Bradford and Audrey, there was no way I wasn't going to do it. "Well, out with it. What is the big secret?" "Oh...it isn't a big secret. I guess just not well known. You see the real secret is patience. If you just expect to dive right in you'll just hurt and possibly even injure Sam. We both know you don't want that. So, you start slow. Using lots of lube on one of your fingers...slowly push it into her vagina. She shouldn't feel any discomfort. When you reach her hymen you're just going to have to thrust through it as quickly as possible. It is the only way. Then stroke in and out until you see Sam relax and enjoy what you are doing. From there just let her go. The next day introduce something that is a little bigger than your finger. It might be hard to find something like that but be inventive. Vegetables will work or anything else you can think of. The deal is you want to stretch her vagina a little bit every day until you can fit three fingers into her vagina. From there she is ready for intercourse. Again just be careful and remember she won't be as deep as an older girl so you won't be able to fit your whole cock in there; pretty easy huh?" It was so simplistic that I was embarrassed that I hadn't thought of it. "Yeah that does sound easy. I don't know why I didn't think of it. I'm just wondering how long something like that would take?" "Well I did it in two weeks with Audrey. There is no reason you couldn't do the same with Samantha." "I dunno. I don't want to hurt her." "Remember if you do it right it won't hurt her. I'll tell you what. I'll give you the two weeks. If you are successful then I'll show you more with Audrey. And, maybe we'll talk about you meeting Audrey." I'll give Bradford credit. He could play me like a cheap violin. His offer was entirely too tempting. If Bradford could do it with Audrey, there was no reason that I couldn't. "You're on. I'll hold you to that." "Oh. I expect you will. But, before you can collect you'll have to show me that you did it." Now there was something that turned me on. Knowing another guy was watching me fuck my own three year old girl. "I wouldn't have it any other way." "Ttyl Rob." "Ttyl" And with that we both logged off. I looked at Samantha. The time and opportunity wouldn't be a problem. In this day and age roles can easily be reversed. When I first married Joanne we were both working and continued to do so until she had gotten pregnant with Samantha. She immediately took her leave from work but we discussed and decided that we were not willing to have our daughter raised by a stranger. You just never know if they are going to harm her. For that matter we just thought it was important that she have at least one of us at home. Well I lost out, or won out- depending on how you look at it. Joanne was making considerably more than I was. It was pretty much a no-brainer on who was going to stay home and who was going to go to work. I've come to accept it over time. Though I will admit, I did have some misplaced bitterness at the beginning. I was still in the past where if you weren't bringing home the bread, you were somehow less of a man. After that I carried it around like it was shameful. I dreaded when people would ask "what I did". That was then. After awhile I started to realize the only one who had a problem with my new role was me. I became proud of what I was doing, and a little surprised at how well I was doing it. There was a positive spin-off from this whole new world. Chicks thought it was adorable. Never in my life had I had as much attention from the fairer sex as I've had now. But, now I was married. Damn it! What do they say about forbidden fruit? Well I'm getting it in spades. But, I love Joanne so much I'd never cheat on her. Teaching Samantha about sex wouldn't be cheating. I'd be more derelict in my duties as a father if I neglected this part of raising her. Or so Bradford was saying. And, from what I saw Bradford was and is right. What I did know was Joanne wouldn't share this new enlightenment. Joanne has been just as unfairly brainwashed, by society, as anyone else I know. No, to save a lot of hurt it's best if I keep this a secret. I only had two weeks. I had to work fast. I'd start tomorrow after Joanne left for work. I just had to figure out the best time. Morning would be best. And, I'd want to do it before all her good shows come on. So, I thought the absolute best time would be right after breakfast. I had no idea how long I should take, but I estimated about half an hour. Tonight I could steal away and go buy enough lubrication to last the two weeks. After Joanne came home and supper was done and everything slowed down. I made some lame excuse about needing to get out of the house. And, I'd be back in awhile. With a little peck from Joanne I was off. I drove around. I thought about going to a local pharmacy. KY or Ultra glide could be found there. But, I did have concerns about what I was going to use to help stretch her little vagina. I had serious doubts about being able to make Sam's three year old pussy big enough to fit my six inch dick. Bradford said he did it. And from the looks of his little show, for me, he appeared to be a little larger than what I was blessed with. So, logic says...if his would fit then so would mine. Just thinking of pushing my rigid prick into Sam's little hole was making me harder than I've ever been. But, as a father, my concern of hurting her was foremost in my mind. So, I went to the local sex shop to see what they had. I've driven by the store- a number of times- but never had the courage to go in and take a look around. I still felt like I should be hiding my head under my jacket. But, I just knew that this would be my best bet. Fortunately, the Lovebug, was not on any busy road. And, I'm sure the locals took little notice as to who went in and out of the Lovebug. Not knowing what to expect. I marched, with great confidence, right into the store. The little bell rang- above the door- that told anyone inside that a customer was here. I was quite overwhelmed by just what the Lovebug had to offer. Everywhere I looked there were teddies, of all sorts. Clothes for men and women that dealt with all kinds of fetishes, sex toys that I had never new existed or would have never even thought would be needed. Walls and counters were all filled with every imaginable toy, lube or game that one would ever want. After adjusting to my sensory overload, I walked over to the counter that had all the lubrication. There was a large woman with equally large attributes. She was chewing away on some gum and reading some rag paper. She didn't even look up. "Can I help you with anything honey?" As I got closer I was pleasantly surprised that she smelled like lilacs. Even at her size she was still an attractive woman. Her ease, at her job, somehow made you feel better about being there. Also there was no one else here. Still I could only stammer out, "Uh...no, no. Just looking." I don't know why, but I felt if I asked about the different kinds of lube, she would see right through me and know what I wanted to do with it. It made my spine go straight and my stomach lurch. I was quickly relieved, almost immediately, just by a few words. "Well if you do just give me a holler. I just know about everything in this store." She smacked away on her gum and turned a page. She could not know my intentions. But, she could care less. Pushing away my foolish thoughts, I went about my business. After a good half an hour browsing and asking questions, I was walking out of the Lovebug with much more than I had planned to. Instead of just getting your basic lube, I decided on getting some sweet smelling lube. I thought this would be more appealing to a three year old. I also bought a number of sex toys of different sizes. Butt plugs, dildos and vibrators of different sizes. I was also sold on something called "The Rabbit". It was a small- finger sized vibrator; perfect for working her immature little clit. All in all I think I had amassed enough that would stretch Samantha's vagina- over the two weeks- till I could easily slide my penis into her, and reach that holy land. I drove home and stashed my purchases under the wicker love seat in the front porch. Went in as though nothing had happened, exchanged pleasantries with Joanne, and waited for tomorrow. Joanne always got up at 6:00am and as always I got up with her. I always felt if she had to get up so early, the least I could do was get up with her. Only this morning was agonizing. I had an agenda and I wanted to get to it as soon as possible. I don't know if my anticipation had heightened my emotions. But, this morning it just seemed that Joanne was taking her time to get out the door. It started to annoy me and I started feeling some animosity towards Joanne. At, times I became a little snippy with Joanne- unfairly so- but she just took it in stride, and finally left for work. The car wasn't even out of the driveway when I started towards Sam's room. I knew I had a plan, but that fell apart the moment I opened my eyes and my thoughts were just on one thing. It didn't help that I hardest morning wood that I've ever had. I mean it was so hard it almost hurt. I normally don't wake up Sam until 8:00am. Today she was going to be woken up just a little bit earlier than that. As, I reached her door, I was a man possessed. There was no hesitation, no second thought. With lube in hand I literally threw open Sam's door. There was a loud thump as the door hit her dresser. This startled Sam and she woke up, then getting into a sitting position-and rubbing her eyes- she looked up. I'm sure I looked somewhat menacing, standing in the doorway with the hallway backlighting my silhouette. Still daze Sam let out a weak, "Daddy?" I quickly went to her bed and sat down beside her. The weight of my body pressed down on the mattress causing it to sink just enough that Sam fell into me. Letting her rest on my chest I engulfed her small body with one arm. With a sweet reassuring voice I replied, "Yes sweetie it's daddy. It's time for wakey, wakey." I kissed her on top of her head and she, in turn responded by wrapping her two small arms around my chest and gave me a hug. Her silken hair was just inches away and she smells like a field of flowers. I took her by the armpits and laid her back on the bed. She smiled and I knew she expected me to give her our ritual morning tickle. I paused looked into her eyes and in a wispy voice said, "No tickles today honey." She put on her disappointed face and frowned. Not wanting a reply I continued before she could protest. "In stead I have a new game." "You have a new game?" "Yes now lay back and just let daddy do everything. You just need to hold still." She nodded and I pulled up her pajamas and revealed her little pink panties. Without any ceremony I grabbed either side and started to pull them off. This wasn't unusual, to Sam, so she just lifted hr tiny little 3 year old butt to make it easier to get them off. How compliant she was, made me think that only if all women would take their panties off so easily. I lifted her little ass again and bunched up her pajama's to give an unobstructed view of her preschool cunt. Her slit was so tempting. I've seen and loved a lot of pussy in my life but nothing as sweet or desirable as this one. Before the big event, I wanted to give her something positive that she would remember to go along with the pain I was just about to inflict upon her. "Just lay back, close your eyes, and I'll give you a wonderful surprise. Just remember you can't open your eyes till daddy says so." Without a word she obediently closed her eyes and waited for her surprise. Like all three year olds she really liked surprises. I positioned myself between her legs; gently pushing them apart so my head would fit between her small thighs. I didn't waste any time. This was just an act to comfort her. I wrapped both arms around her legs so I could pull her pussy to my waiting mouth. I slightly lifted her hips and started to eagerly lap at her little honey pot. The taste was divine. It just incensed me to work her immature labia and clit all the more. I was ravenous. So, much so that I had no idea how Sam was reacting to her fathers ministrations, on the one area, that could bring so much pleasure. I finally got control, of myself, and reluctantly moved away from her little saliva soaked pussy. This was the first time that I got to look at her face. Like a good girl she still had her eyes closed but, her hands rested on her stomach. Her mouth was slightly open and she was giving out small ragged breaths. I concluded that she liked what I just did. I just hope it was enough to make up for what I was going to do. I took the lube and spread it on my index finger. I leaned over and told Sam, "Now remember, keep your eyes closed. Did, you like what daddy did? Was it a good surprise?" Sam couldn't get her breath back so between her panting she got out, "Oh...yess...daddy..that , was..the mostest...best surprise." I smiled knowing she couldn't see it. I held up my finger to her nose and said, "Smell this honey." she breathed in and with delight in her voice she squealed, "It smells like strawberwe's, are we gonna have strawberwie's?" "It smells like strawberries but this kind you can't eat. You'll see in a minute." Sam put a puzzled look on her face, but said nothing. I then moved down the bed and positioned myself so I could gain easy access to her well serviced cunt. I took my hand, that didn't have the lube, and pressed it down on her pelvis. With the finger that had the lube on it, I put it right at her tiny hole. It seemed impossibly small, even for my finger. I didn't care. I wanted this. If Bradford could do it then so could I. I just had to prove I could. Being with Sam will be intoxicating, but I still wanted to try out Audrey; seeing her father pump his incestuous sperm into his daughter wanted me to also invade that haloed ground. With that I coordinated my pushing her pelvis down with inserting my finger into her cunt, her tiny pussy lips gave way and Sam gave a little wiggle and involuntarily tried to close her legs. She didn't get very far because my arm was in the way. Her hole was tight, very tight. I pushed and probed deeper, never stopping, always pushing forward. Sam just lied there with her eyes closed. I finally reached her cherry. Knowing it would be best to just plow through, not unlike ripping off a bandage fast. I thrust my finger as deep as it would go. What came next was heart rendering but I stayed the course and continued to push down- on Sam's pelvis- while keeping my finger firmly in her cunt, essentially keeping this little three year old trapped on the bed. The walls of her pussy contracted trying to push out this new intrusion. It pulsed and constricted until I thought it would cut off the circulation in my finger. It soon subsided like her cunt just gave up. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh daddy..it hurts! It hurts! Take it out! Oww! Oww! Oww! Please, please, please!" Tears streamed down her face and it looked very distraught. The wiggling subsided and she finally gave up and just sobbed. Not once did she open her eyes. Wanting to reassure her I blurted out, "That is it my darling. It will never hurt like that again." And, to punctuate my point I started to slide my finger- back and forth- into her stinging pussy. Every stroke that came out, I could see tiny streaks of blood intermingled with the lube. It gave off a sparkling ruby effect. The lube started doing its job. With only slight whimpering, Sam noticeably relaxed. Every time I pushed my finger in it would move her body- ever so slightly- forward, just to move back to its original position. I did this for awhile until her sobbing stopped and her body was completely relaxed. "You can open your eyes now sweetie." She slowly opened her eyes and a few more tears rolled down her face. She looked at me with a petulant expression on her face. "Why'd you do that daddy? That wasn't a good surprise." "No, not at first, but when we do it again, tomorrow, it will feel better." "I don't wanna do it tomowo. It hurt and I didn't like it." She pulled her legs together and squirmed until her pj's once again covered her cute mound. She then pulled up her pajamas and pushed knees legs to her chest under the stretched pj's. I guess this was an attempt to cover her up. Little did she know it gave me a full view of her leaking 3 year old pussy. That is when I noticed that the lube had dissolved and had coalesced with the blood of her newly broken cherry. The heat of her vagina had changed the viscosity of the lube to an almost water like stream. It was rushing out of her cunt, down her small cheeks and pooling on her sheets. It was making and obvious stain. Even though it was me who did the laundry, I couldn't be sure that Joanne would not stumble across the stain. That would lead to awkward questions and maybe an insistence of taking Sam to a doctor. That I could not have. At this point the only option I had was to wash her sheets, replace them with new ones. sThe thought of doing this everyday was not appealing. So, learning from my mistake- I thought it best to use a towel, under her ass, to catch any fluid that may leak out. "I know Sam. You'll just have to trust me. It will feel a lot better tomorrow. Would daddy lie to you?" "No." "Alright, let's get up and have some breakfast." With that I leaned over and gave her our usual tickle. Her face went from disdain to all smiles almost immediately. She squealed with delight, rolling back and forth. I pulled back allowing her to get up and off the bed. She started running to the door and I ran after her. "You'd better run fast, daddy's going to get you!" We sat at the table eating breakfast. It was just a normal day. Just like nothing had happened just a few minutes ago. I had considered warning Sam to not say anything to anyone. I thought of blackmailing her, threatening her or telling her this was our secret. But, in the end it seemed just as good not to say anything. She seemed to be able to separate what happened in her room and what happens out here. And, at three years old, it isn't likely to have the skills to coherently express everything herself. Something I could easily translate to anyone she had happen to tell, even her mother. The rest of the day went easy. Joanne came home, and as I had suspected Sam didn't even try to tell her of our special game. Now, I couldn't wait till tomorrow. Getting Joanne out the door didn't seem so bad this morning. I still wished for her to hurry up but with the anticipation a little lower so my desire to see the backside of my wife equaled that anticipation. She finally left and I went to my hidden stash and pulled out a butt-plug that was slightly larger than my finger, I grabbed a towel and a face cloth from the bathroom. With only two weeks to get her vagina to be tensile enough to accept my full girth, I didn't have a lot of time to fool around. I entered Sam's room and gently woke her up. Her eyes blinked as they adjusted to the light. She stretched, showing off the fine lines of her little body. The thought of how this was going to end, made my cock jump in my pants as I admired her diminutive child body. She put her arm over her eyes to block out some of the light that was flooding in from the hallway. I waited till she put her arm down. I applied a little bit of lube and held it to her nose. "What does this smell like sweetie?" Her little nose inhaled, "It smells like bananas." It was at this point she put two and two together. This was very similar to yesterday. Under the blankets you could see her hands move down to cover her immature mound. I carefully pulled the blankets down. Her lip stuck out and you could see tears forming in her eyes. I knew she would be scared but I had to go on. The only way she was going to see that everything would alright is to just show her. I put my hand on hers and forced them up her body. "Just leave them there. We are going to play our special game again, so close her eyes." She sniveled a little but resigned herself to her fate. She rested her head on her pillow and closed her eyes. I lifted her hips and worked her panties off. I was pleasantly surprised when Sam helped by lifting herself up. While she was up I managed to put the towel underneath her. Without any disinclination I quickly applied the lube to the plug. I repeated this with her vagina, making sure that enough went deep into her recesses. I placed the head of the plug to her hole. Like yesterday, it seemed impossibly small. But, also like yesterday, I knew it was possible. Today however, I could take my time. There was no need to be swift, she was already broken in. Now it was more important to show her that it could be fun. With my other hand, I parted her lips and pushed the head in. Sam tensed up expecting it to hurt again. I pushed farther and farther until the whole plug was firmly in place and had vanished into her itsy-bitsy hole. I then slowly worked the plug in and out keeping the strokes slow and easy. Sam just lied there with no real expression on her face. I knew it wasn't hurting her, but deep down I wanted her to show some enjoyment. When her cunt felt sufficiently loose, I pulled the plug out. And, like yesterday the lube gushed out and ran down and pooled on the towel. Happy with my work I stared at the mini stream. There was no blood in it. That was a good sign. It slowed to a trickle and unlike water I knew that the lube was going to get sticky. My eyes followed up Sam's body until I reached her face. "Sam honey, we are finished. You can open your eyes now." With a little disbelief he mouth started to form words, "That didn't hurt at all!" "I told you sweetie. Daddy would never lie to you. Now if you reach down and touch your kitty you'll see that it is all wet." She felt her cunt and gave a nod of recognition. I held up a face cloth, that I had already pre-soaked and told her, "We have to wipe you up. We can't have you leaking all over." She sat up and spread her legs. I applied the cloth to her loins and gently cleaned her. Sam sat there wide eyes and riveted to what I was doing. After awhile she looked up and said. "It tickles, but it feels good!" From there I knew this was going to be easy. The days passed and I introduced bigger and bigger objects. Each time Sam's cunt easily accepted the new intrusion. It got so Sam was looking forward to our new morning ritual. To enhance the experience and to make Sam feel more special, I bought a towel and face cloth that was just for her, to use in our game. It was Winnie the Pooh, stitched on the corner; one of her favorites. As fun as this was, it was still quite a turn on to see my daughters' cunt getting obscenely stretched. Each object brought me closer and closer to the big day. I was tempted- a few times- to just get in there and do it. But, I resisted. I wanted our first time to be heavenly for both me and her. If it didn't go well she may get scared and not want to do it again. Two days before my deadline, I had finally achieved being able to get all three fingers worked into that fine little pussy. The heat of her pussy was divine. I could only imagine how it was going to feel wrapped around my cock. I could even work, my fingers, around flexing them and even stretching her tunnel even more. She didn't show any kind of discomfort, so it was time. Any other time I would have been reluctant to pull my fingers out. Each time I had worked them before, made me want to linger in her tiny pussy. This was different. All my hard work was about to payoff and I was ahead of schedule. I could fuck her today and tomorrow, before I had to show Bradford. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face. All this time, part of the game always had her close her eyes. Today would be no different. But, part of our game usually was done in total silence. I would break that today. I stood up and took all my clothes off. Not, caring where they landed. I had left my clothes on, previously, for two reasons. I didn't want to scare Sam by the size of my penis. And it remained a good deterrent to controlling my lust. I pulled up her knees until her feet had rested on the bed and her legs were now extended up in an upside down V formation. I had guessed this was probably the best position to fuck my little girl. I moved to the end of her bed and climbed on until my body was between her legs. I moved up until the head of my cock reached her puffy lips. My cock bobbed up and down and straining as blood furiously pumped through to give me the hardest erection I've ever experienced. I lowered my body down until my elbows rested on either side of Sam. Even in this controlled movement you could feel our body heat emanating and intermingling. At three Sam was just little. Even though my hips were below hers, her head only came up to the top of my chest. I breathed in and the aroma of her hair still had the baby shampoo from her bath the previous night. I leaned to one side, grasped my cock and guided the mushroom head into my three year olds waiting pussy. At the same time I whispered to her, "Baby, now your going to make daddy feel good." I started to squeeze my throbbing manhood into her well worked cunt. It went in surprisingly easy. Even with all of the previous stretching it still clenched and throbbed as my cock pushed further in. It took all my will power to not just blow my load right then and there. With all I had done, I deserved to really enjoy this. Finally I bottomed out and there was still half of my penis outside wanting to get in. I wasn't surprised. Getting intimate with Sam's pussy the last two weeks I had a pretty good idea how much of my cock she would be able to take. Even in this heavenly moment I had to have enough control so I wouldn't thrust to deep and possibly do some damage. I wanted this to be good, with a good ending. I slowly retracted my cock and Sam's silky pussy stroked and pulsed to bring me into a higher state of consciousness. I thrust back in, exploring each inch. Again and again my cock was like a piston churning and flexing. It was surreal. It was like I wasn't even there. My body was gripped in a pleasure that I had no control over. My god! I was on the brink of insanity! I didn't even notice my cock spewing gobs of incestuous sperm directly into my daughter's womb, I'm sure I cried out, but the pleasure muted everything. My orgasm brought me back to reality and I could just enjoy the last few spurts as I emptied myself into her little hole. All that time I had managed to keep myself propped up so I didn't crush my little girl under my weight. There was a slight sheen of dripping sexual sweat that covered my whole body. I didn't want to withdraw. I wanted for us to be joined forever. As, I came down and got a hold of my sense's, I noticed that Sam was breathing erratically. Not, in a bad way. But, in a way that suggested she seemed to enjoy the experience. It just confirmed everything Bradford had said. There were no regrets on my part. No guilt. This felt right. This felt like something I should've done all along. I got up and Sam and I exchanged smiles. She looked at me with her big blue eyes. "Did I do good daddy?" "Oh, yes sweetie. You did very well." "I like making you feel happy. But my kitty feels all gooey." "Here." Her cunt was slick with my juices. And I guided her hand down towards her lips where cum was gushing out of her now gaping hole. I put her hand in her cunt and rubbed it till her hand was covered with my jizz. I then brought her hand back to her face. "This is what daddy put in you. When daddy put this in you that means you did a very good job and made me feel very, very good." Out of curiosity, she brought cum up to her nose and inhaled. "It smells kind of funny." "I know. But, it doesn't smell all that bad and it does taste better." "You s'pose to taste it?" "Oh, yeah, it's what daddies like their little girls to do." She looked a little unsure but none-the-less she stuck her tongue out and gave it a quick lick. "Is it s'pose to taste good?" "Yes sweetie all little girls love to lick their daddies cum." "This is called cum?" as she takes another lick, only more this time. "Yes honey it's called cum. Do you like it? All little girls like it." "Oh yes, daddy it is starting to taste good!" "Well finish licking it off your hand while I clean you up with your special face cloth." She licked her hand slowly at first then picked up her pace as she got more and more used to it. I gently cleaned her pussy, but it took longer than I had expected. Her cunt remained wide open; which in turn was unable to staunch the flow of cum escaping the deep recesses of her well fucked three year old cunt. I had to continually wipe her pussy until it closed up and the flow stopped. Looking at the time we were late for breakfast. I was full of sex, but now I needed food to bring back my energy. Sam hopped down and bounded out the door. All I could imagine was cum running down her legs as she ran away. Maybe I wouldn't clean her tomorrow. There was no let down the next morning. Being with Sam was just as good if not better. We used the same position, but I knew eventually I'd like to introduce her to other things. The thought of what I could teach her, made my mind race with all the possibilities. I was so anxious that I wanted to do everything at once. It was hard not to think how her tiny hands would feel wrapped around my cock. Her hands pumping up and down- the firm grasp, the little arms, moving up and down, in rhythm with her hands, doing the best to make me feel good. Every little girl wants their daddy to feel good. As enticing as that thought was, I could envision her small mouth slowly lowering over the tip of the mushroom of my penis, watching, as her naturally red lips parted and stretched to accommodate the girth of my straining, waiting cock; the heat from her, bathing every part that can fit into her heavenly pleasing mouth; looking down at her, with eyes closed and her hair- so golden- swaying to the rhythm of her bobbing head and her teeth lightly grating the sides of my penis with her tongue. She inadvertently massages every part of my thrusting cock; my angel, my little girl...my lover. For now I had to content myself with what we have. Like I promised...I didn't clean Sam that morning. She seemed puzzled. She liked being wiped with her special cloth. But, I wanted to really smell our sex. I wanted to see the rivulets of cum running down her legs. I wanted to see her play with her cunny, taking gobs of cum, my cum, straight from the source and lick it off of her own fingers. As, she laid down- on the floor- to watch her cartoons, she did just that. It sent my head swooning. I was excited for the whole day. I was as giddy as a 12 year old. I wanted to show Bradford that I accomplished what he did. It took two weeks. But, it was a heavenly two weeks. I had a lot to thank Bradford for. If not for him, I would have missed out on showing my daughter about sex. I was confident that raising Sam in this fashion, she would grow up having a healthy open attitude towards sex. She would know that sex is just another form of expressing love for someone. Who better to teach one of life's lessons than her own, father, after-all I teach her all other aspects of life, why not this one. It just felt right, it felt natural and she seemed thankful. The rest of the day went by as it always does. It went by fairly quickly...but not quickly enough. It was like Christmas Eve. I knew if I went to sleep the morning would come faster. I just couldn't help it. I wanted to see the expression of Bradford's face as he see's me fuck my little girl. I honestly don't think he believed I could do it. Now, he would have to pay-up. Audrey was a cute little thing. All I could think was inserting all of my cock into that sweet little pussy and cumming in her, marking my territory, imagining that I'm knocking up the little girl; right in front of Bradford. Oh yes. I'm going to make sure Bradford watches the whole thing. My little girl, Audrey, all the taboo sex in my future gave me an intense hard-on that just wouldn't go down. As I crawled into my marital bed, my wife saw what she thought as my intentions for that night. She just rolled over with her back to me and groaned, "Not, tonight honey. I'm too tired. It was a hard day at work today." "Bitch" I thought. I didn't really want to have sex with her; that I wanted to save for the morning. I wanted to make sure that I would pump so much cum into Sam that it would gush out the sides around my cock as I push the last few thrusts into Sam before I was totally spent. I wouldn't be able to do that if I had to service Joanne tonight. I just looked at her back. She looked so alien. Evil thoughts entered my mind, "You've been replaced- cunt- and you don't even know it." I couldn't help smiling. It was easier to drift off to sleep. Morning would come soon. The whole morning was like a hazy dream. I felt like I was detached from my own reality. I saw myself going through the motions of the morning. But, I was like a robot. You could have a big wind-up key sticking out of my back, ticking away. Go Joanne. Go before I wind down. Maybe I won't be so nice then. Sh grabbed her coat and gave me a quick peck on my cheek. She didn't even notice that my skin was ice. She didn't see the flash of anger in my eyes. After today it wouldn't matter. I just stood there frozen in time. Staring at the door until I heard the car start, pull out and disappear down the street. Life came back to my limbs. The world wasn't so hazy. Everything was very clear. My excitement returned; the most precious thing to me waited down the hall. We sat at the kitchen table. I had poured Sam a bowl of cereal. I didn't even give her a chance to wake up. I had to get her out of her bedroom. Every moment I spent in there would erode my will, and I would have to take her there. I couldn't do that. Bradford and his smug smile waited. Sam rubbed her eyes and took up the spoon. She dunked it in the cereal and took a mouth full. She took another mouth full. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand. She looked up at me. Even in her current state, her blue eyes radiated and encapsulated my heart. I stopped breathing for just a moment. "Daddy, why didn't we play our special game?" It was just a question out of curiosity. She didn't seem to be all that disappointed. She continued, "Don't I make you feel good anymore?" My response was automatic. It was like I was prepared for this all my life." No sweetie. You have no idea just how much you make daddy feel good. You make me feel so good we are going to play our game for a long time to come." She looked satisfied and continued to eat. I kept going, "You see Sam we are going to do something different this morning. You're going to be on T.V." I knew that would get her. "T.V.! Realwie! Like Blue?!" "Yes like Blue, Barney and all the rest." She put down her spoon and clapped her hands excitedly. She beamed from ear to ear and her blue eyes lit up and dazzled even more. "Yep, we are going on T.V. and we are going to show people just how good we are at playing our special game." She stopped and scrunched up her little nose. "But, Daddy; that's our secret game which; you and I play!" I looked at her. For once I had nothing to say. I feared all along that she would eventually tell someone. But, here she is, upset that I am betraying our special time together. I went into damage control. "I know sweetie. It is our special game. And, I won't tell anyone, just like you. But the guy who is going to put us on T.V. is just going to film it then we can watch it whenever we want. It'll just be once, O.K.?" "You mean like the shows we have on the machine?" "Yeah, exactly like that. So, only you and I can see it and no one else." I gave her a reassuring smile. She looked satiated and went back to eating. Between mouths full's she said, "Alright daddy it sounds like fun." I checked my watch and it was almost time for the show. Bradford and I had arranged a predetermined time. But, before he got what he wanted I was going to alter the deal. He may not like it but I wasn't going to budge. In the two weeks of my daughter's education, I had also learned more about my computer. I found out you could talk through your computer. I picked up some headphones with a mike. I tried them out, and for what I had planned, they wouldn't interfere at all. I had Sam stand beside me with her pajama's still on. Bradford was not getting a free show until he agreed to my terms. I had already removed my clothes. Unless Bradford was also gay, I didn't think he wanted to see me, no more than I wanted to see him. I logged on. Bradford was on just as we had arranged. He started to type, "I see you didn't back out. Now the question remains. Were you successful?" He looked up at the screen. I could see doubt on his face. Doubt and maybe fear that someone else did something only he thought he could do. "Don't worry about me Bradford. I was more successful than you could ever believe." For a micro-second I could've sworn his eyes bulged out. But, he composed himself fast enough to doubt what I thought I'd seen. "Really Rob? Then you have impressed me, I really didn't think you could do it. I guess I'm going to get a show today." He took the back of his hand and ran it across his mouth as though he was mopping something away. It was at this time I had noticed Bradford was also naked from the waist up. Give him credit for being prepared, even if he did have doubts. I also saw a shadow go across Bradford's body. Someone was in the room with him. I smiled to myself. Bradford might have been more confident in me than he let on. I knew exactly who was there; someone who was kept home from school. "Listen to me Bradford. When we first made our deal, I had no idea just how hard it was going to be. The kind of effect it was going to have on Sam. I think the deal should be altered a little." "Whoa! Your not backing out on our deal is that what you are doing? I want the show you promised me!" "No, no relax Bradford. I'm not backing out. I want to alter it. Look, your going to get your money's worth. I have to fly out to you, so I just have one little stipulation before you see my daughter." Bradford's eyes narrowed. He looked at me with suspicion. "What else do you want?" "Not anything really big. I just want you to watch me fuck your daughter. I want you to be in the same room as she screams out in pleasure." Bradford put this grin on his face. It was half way between a Cheshire smile and Satan getting another soul. He put his index finger on his chin tapping lightly, feigning someone in deep thought. He finally looked up with that same smile and a playful look in his eyes. "Well you drive a hard bargain Rob. But, I guess you have me over a barrel here. I really want to see that beautiful daughter of yours get fucked by her Dad. What you're asking is a small price to pay." For some reason that unnerved me a little, and I didn't know why. "Do you have a mike? So we can talk instead of typing everything out?" I picked up my set and held it up to the camera. Bradford leaned over and grabbed his and put them on his head. I followed suit and we made the connection. I was the first to speak, "It'll be nice to finally here a voice." I gave a weak smile. Bradford's voice was low and gravelly. It suited him well. "Yes it is nice. But, I gotta say your voice isn't anything like I imagined." I was a little puzzled by the comment, but I let it slide. There were more important things to get to. I motioned for Sam to turn around. I grabbed the hem of her pajamas and pulled them over her head. Sam extended her arms skyward to make it easier. We had done this a hundred times before. But, this is the first time that it had real sex appeal attached to it. As each inch of the pajama's crept her little body, slowly exposing her soft flesh. It was like a peep show. I knew I wasn't going slowly. But, at that moment time slowed so I could get a good look at everything as her pajama's released its grip on my daughter's body- past her knees- following the contours of her shapely legs. The inside contours forming an arrow pointing at her immature cunny. Slowly it revealed itself, as little slit surrounded by a soft pink mound. Up, up went her pajamas. Going over her stomach past her delectable nipples, till the neck of her pajamas resisted being pulled over head. And, like she was being born again, her head popped out making her luscious hair cascade about her face. As, her arms got free, she took her hands and gently removed the strands of hair that rested on her face. Smoothing it to the side until everything was; were it should be. There stood my daughter, a vision that transcended words. I picked her up. I had to show Bradford it was all worth it. "Well there she is Bradford, in all her glory." "My, my Rob, I got to say that when you do something right; you do it right. I can't help but I'm starting to get hard." I chuckled, a little, inwardly. As pretty as Bradfords' daughter was Sam had no equal; One look was enough to make you suck a little of your breath back by just looking at her. Knowing this precious angel has been engaging in all sorts of sexual activity, these past weeks, must have been unbearable for Bradford. Bradford had this look of pure lust and depravation etched on his face as he said, "Oh god Rob, I'm going to have to undo my pants now! Please don't wait for me I've been primed for months!" I guess Rob wasn't totally filled with confidence. I'd assumed being naked from the waist up meant he was mirrored below. I had a puzzling flutter of disappointment. I don't know why, I hadn't any preconceived notions as to how today was going to go, but trying to pinpoint the disappointment was not something that had my complete attention. I looked down at Sam as she stared back at me with her big beautiful eyes, filled with anticipation and just awaiting those words that would send us into a realm there was no going back from. It is one thing fucking your 3 year old daughter in private, it is even something else if your just telling about it, but it is proof if you show someone. Had it been anyone else but Bradford, I don't think we would be here at this moment. Though seeing Sam, as naked as one could get, her small immature nipples starting to harden with anticipation and her waiting, wanting little pussy; I couldn't be any more committed than I am right now. I finally looked back at the screen, "Can you see everything Bradford?" "Yes Rob the angle from here is perfect. I don't think I'm going to miss much." I became a little subconscious of my stiff hard penis. It surely wasn't as large as Bradford's, but that quickly passed as, without much thought I grabbed Sam under the arms and lifted her- facing me- onto my lap. I don't know if it was because I knew I had an audience or that the wait itself was overwhelming, but my mind went into this world of its own. Everything around me dissolved into a haze, the center of my world was Sam and all my actions seemed scripted but deliberate. I lowered her slowly, onto my lap so her body trapped my rock hard penis between her belly and my stomach. The pleasure was almost too much and I had to hold both of us still to avoid a premature accident. I must have let out a very satisfied groan as, in the background, I could hear the distant voice of Bradford begging me to not cum so soon. There was no chance of that, I may have this only moment so I'm going to maximize as much pleasure as one could possibly squeeze from it. I ran one hand down her back and gently cupped her three year old ass in one hand, ever so gently pushing her hips forward so I could gently grind my loins into her mound. My other hand caught the back of her head where I found my fingers gently playing amongst her silken hair and directing her lips to mine. Like lovers for the ages Sam slowly opened her small mouth and as our mouths met her tongue came slowly sliding out, to meet mine at the initial collision. Though the kiss was intense, it lacked anything hard; it was an all consuming slow sensual kiss that seemed to last for an eternity. I can't explain to you the difference in a passionate kiss with a three year old and a passionate kiss with an older woman. There are no words yet created that can give it its due justice. I can say that kissing a 3 year old is much sweeter, the taste, listening to those small girl breaths, feeling that soft small tongue intertwine with yours and smooth, unblemished skin giving off that small signature of body heat into you, culminates in a heaven that is almost unbearable to remain in. I finally found the courage to disengage with Sam as my other hand slid down to be beside the other already content hand, cupping her small tight ass. I repositioned my hands so they are now cupping one cheek each and gave a gratifying squeeze to both cheeks. Sam couldn't help herself and let out a small sigh. I could feel small puff of air, which she released with the sigh, gently caress my face. The smell reminded me that just not that long ago Sam was just a small baby, totally dependent on me for all of her needs. A small twinge of guilt hit my stomach and a bit of doubt invaded my thoughts, as to what I was doing here, but Sam grinding her cunny into the shaft of my penis erased all those doubts, in a flash. This is one of her needs, and who better to take care of those needs than her own father. With any doubts or trepidations now gone for good, I knew that Bradford would get his show, even if he wanted to stop. Nothing mattered now but giving my daughter the pleasure she has been waiting for and deserves. One more grind of the hips, from Sam and another soft moan, brought me back to my new reality. Her hot pussy was sucking at the shaft of my penis and I could feel the slickness of her immature cunt as she slowly rocked back and forth on my lap. It seemed as though I wasn't going fast enough for Sam and the little vixen was masturbating herself on my penis. With her arms wrapped around my chest I could feel her little hands flex, with joy, every time she thrust herself forward. I simply could not deny my sweet angel another moment. I again took her under the armpits and started to lift her up. Sam made a desperate clutch at my back, with her hands, in hopes of not being separated from me. She thrust her pussy towards my aching cock as her pussy lips sought after the heat and hardness of my more than ready cock. Though, like two dancers- moving as one, without a sound or seemingly any kind of communication other than primal lust- Sam seemingly knew what I had intended. As, I lifted her high above me, she placed each of her tiny feet on each of my shoulders and together we lowered her immature pussy to my salivating mouth, as I ran my hands down- back- to her luscious buttocks, she cuddled my head being careful to not move her pussy a inch from my lips. There is it was, the little rose, of my desire, from the past few weeks. Already she was leaking pussy juice and her aroma was nothing more than heaven sent. I'd like to say that I took my time, I'd like to say that my entire being was geared towards giving my angel all the pleasure she could handle, but the truth was- at that moment- nothing existed but her pussy and my mouth. Like a mad man I started to lick and suck at her pussy, making her squirm and shake with delight. I'd alternate by sucking her small clit then tonguing her as deep as my tongue would go into that three year old love canal. I'd lick her pussy from end to end reveling in her taste... sucking... licking... smelling. Her juices exploded from her pussy smearing my face, the heat and passion created a slick sheen of lustful sweat over both of our bodies. It was like I was blind, deaf and dumb. So engrossed in ministering her pleasure zone I was oblivious to her actions. Just on the periphery I could feel her tiny fingers entwined in my hair, threatening to rip chunks out at a time. I could barely feel her thighs as she forcefully was squishing my head between them daring me to try and leave. At the same time she masterfully ground her loins, into my face, in time with whatever pleasure I was providing. Time had no meaning, there was no script here. I had no idea how long we stayed like that. Ask, me- at the time- and it seemed like an eternity. I only knew it came to a end when in a exasperated high pitched squeal, Sam tensed up then in a explosion started to work her pussy on my tongue and face like a piston. She tensed one last time then like all her energy left her body at one time, she collapsed into a quivering mass, not being able to hold on. Experiencing my own bliss I took a couple of final swipes at her pussy, with my tongue, before it finally melted away as Sam's body carefully slid down to once again rest in my lap. As I slowly came to my senses I could feel Sam's ragged breathing and it was then I took notice as to just how much sweat we created between the two of us. Sam's body had easily slid down my chest and stomach, easing my hard cock between her little ass cheeks so it stuck up between them. I hugged her close letting her recover from one of the biggest orgasms a three year old could ever have. Though the closeness was nice and rubbing her back was soothing it was never far from my mind just how much I needed to get-off. I thought Sam had gone to sleep until she lifted her head to look me in the eyes. There was a dreamy, satisfied quality in them that just made me want her all that much more. In a slight whisper that even this close I could barely hear she said to me, "Oh, Daddy that was the bestest feeling ever." Really what else could a father want to hear, but it did sink in that maybe Sam was done for now, maybe it was too much and she had to rest. A knot in my stomach formed because I needed my baby now and there was no way I was going to force her. I needn't have feared though, she placed her little hands on my chest and slowly pulled her body away from mine. As our bodies separated there was a sensual slurp like there was resistance for both of us to want to stay together. Sam slowly looked behind her and reached around, to her back; before I even had time to gasp she grabbed a hold of my neglected member. If not for the shock I think I would have spewed my awaiting cum all over her back. With big eyes she looked back at me, not letting go, "Oh, Daddy. We haven't finished our game!" She seemed genuinely surprised. I guess the last few weeks we have had close to mutual orgasms once I started fucking her. And the massive orgasm she just received I'm guessing could've confused her. Really at that moment I couldn't give a fuck why she said that, to me it meant I was going to get what I wanted. Sam started to climb off of my lap. I was going to instinctually stop her because I wanted to plunge my already abused libido right into that hot three year old cunt and fuck it for all that it was worth. I knew this wasn't some dime store hooker, and even though the feeling was real I also didn't want our sexual experiences to devolve to such a state. In the end I just let her shuffle down and let her take the lead. She finally made her way between my legs and with a quick look into my eyes she grasped my turgid cock with her hand and licked it from the base to the mushroom head, then like a seasoned pro, slipped the head of my penis- into her mouth- and with a slight sucking motion started to play with my knob with her tongue. My whole body tensed the jerk spasmodically as I let out a loud uncontrollable groan. It was intense to say the least. My spasm accidentally thrust a good portion of my cock into the unsuspecting mouth of my three year old daughter. It snaked into her throat making her give an involuntary deep throat. God, I wanted to plunge the whole length into that soft, hot mouth but her gagging brought me back to reality and really in_the_end her mouth is really not where my cum wanted to be. Sam quickly removed herself from my cock and took a step back. She had a sour look on her face but my heart swelled when she asked, "Did I hurwt you Daddy?" I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her, but my twitching body would not co-operate, "No sweetie, you made Daddy feel so good he could hardly control himself. You did very good!" Before Sam could answer that low guttural voice from the computer barked, "Rob I can't see anything but a back now!" It angered me a little because he was breaking the mood and maybe I was angry at myself for sharing this wonderful experience, when it felt like this should be something private and sacred. But I don't go back on my word and it did give a good excuse to just get to the part I've been waiting all this time for. I finally got my senses back enough to guide Sam back to my lap. My cock ached with anticipation, to the point that I was almost in pain. I looked at the computer screen and what greeted me was a face that was beat red and covered in sweat. It didn't occur to me, at the time, but later I wondered why he wasn't using his own daughter, he was obviously over-the-top with passion. "Don't worry Bradford. You're just about to get your money shot." Without looking back at the screen, or looking to see Bradford's reaction I just reached around the front of my daughter and started to play with her sopping pussy, with my hand. I could easily slide all three fingers in and out of her cunt and play with her clit with my thumb. It didn't take long for Sam to start riding back and forth on my fingers in rhythm with my strokes. I well knew, by this time, he immature g-spot and started to pay attention to that. Sam grabbed by bicep tightly, tilted her head back, closed her eyes and with her lips slightly parted started to pant ever so slightly. Between my manipulation of her clit and the expert strokes to her g-spot it didn't take long for a massive orgasm to start building in my little girl's stomach. Just as I started to feel her cunny clench down on my fingers I abruptly stopped and withdrew my fingers from her honey pot. To say she went wild could be an understatement, "DADDY! DADDY! PLEASE DON'T STOP! PWEEEAZE!!!!" as she thrashed about, on my lap alternating between grabbing my hand, her own pussy and my cock it was like she was at a loss as to what to do. I made it easy for her to decide what to do. I grabbed her leg and with the other hand grabbed the opposite buttock and lifted her so she was positioned, just hovering above, my mean and red, bulging cock. She knew what to do; she grabbed the head of my penis and directed it towards her little hole. As they met, time slowed down and as each inch entered her preschool body it took all the will power I had to not unload my entire balls into right then and there. When she finally bottomed out she immediately started to hump up and down. Every silky stroke was like a taste of heaven, I could feel every square inch of her hot wet pussy. We may have fucked a lot in a very short time but this is the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy I've ever had the pleasure to fuck. This three year old pussy has spoiled me for every other pussy. I just know that I will never have the same satisfaction ever again. No other pussy will ever feel as good. I was going to explode and it was going to be the biggest orgasm of my life. I knew Sam was getting close again but I wanted the timing to be perfect, and I wanted Bradford to see the pure pleasure on Sam's face as she orgasms all over my cock. With that I slowed Sam down to a stop I needed to get some semblance of control back. Sam just looked up at my with a hazy look in her eye. She didn't even to be a part of this world anymore. It was then easy to reposition her so she could lean her back against my chest and legs spread ease that three year old pussy back onto my cock, her now addicted pleasure center. Now Bradford could see us fuck better and see both of our faces... he was going to get the show of his life. Grabbing Sam by the hips I started to fuck her slowly, seemingly exhausted, Sam just laid there, arms out-stretched to either side of me showing that dreamy come-fuck-me look to Bradford. I started a more circular fucking motion that Sam reacted to and started humping in time with me. Before long Sam was grabbing my hands and humping and fucking as fast as a three year old body would let it jam her on my raging hard on. The action was getting so intense I had to shift my grip and hold her around the waist so I could plunge and fuck with abandon. For all the sessions Sam and I have had this is the clear winner for animal lust and pure sensual pleasure. The connection we had was undeniable those last moments where spent as one person and not two. Sam was slamming down on my cock with reckless abandon, I was meeting each and every thrust with equal energy and lust and before any of us could've predicted it, the perfect orgasm brewed and exploded between me and Sam. It started at the tip of my cock and like shock waves quickly rushed through my entire body from head to toe. Wave after wave assaulted my whole being and I started to cum, I came hard I came long; I could feel my incestuous sperm splash against my three year old daughters unprotected cunny walls. As, her immature pussy quickly filled up with my cum, every downward thrust made the excess cum squirt then pool between my legs. Every upward thrust you could see streaks of my cum lead from my shaft into Sam's pussy. Each pulse, each thrust was matched, in unison, with my little daughters own intense orgasm. Her pussy juices mingled with the gouts of my own cum to create such a slippery three year old pussy I could've fucked it forever. But, as slick as it got it never lost its tightness. I can't even begin to describe the feeling of that immature pussy seeming wanting, sucking, squeezing every ounce of cum it could, from my balls constantly, continually but with no hindrance, just pure pleasure. A pleasure I am sure will never again be equaled, even with my tiny lover. It had to end. It couldn't last forever, even though it felt like it but at the same time it ended way too soon. I finally collapsed into a heap of jelly, with my cock trying to expel the last of its cum into my waiting daughter as though it was whimpering, until finally it could do no more, shrank and slid out of Sam's love tunnel. Sam came down the same time I did but had enough energy to finger her pussy and play with some of my cum that was still oozing out of her well fucked three year old pussy. I don't know, to this day, what noise we made- if any- but with its intensity I find it hard to believe that whole encounter was done in silence by either me or Sam. After a minute I took a look at the computer screen and saw a slack jawed Bradford stunned for words. It was the first time that I think he had nothing to say, he seemed more in shock than turned on, but the expression also told a story of a third intense orgasm. "Well, Bradford, was it worth it?" "My god, Rob, you have no idea...." I laughed, "I think I have a pretty good idea!" "That was the single most hot thing I think I've ever seen." "Thanks Bradford, but really with your encouragement this would've never happened." "Right... right..." Sam had recovered back to that bright beautiful little girl I was so accustomed to. It is amazing just how quickly kids can recover. I was still a mess. If Sam wasn't naked and had gallons of cum leaking from her pussy, you'd never know she just got the fucking of her young life. "Sam, honey, could you go to the other room and watch some cartoons? I and Uncle Brad need to talk grown-up talk." She scrunched up her face, "Was I still on tv? Did we do good?" "Yes, sweetie, you did very well. Now go along I'll be up in a minute and maybe fix us some French toast." As she squirmed off of my lap and put her pajama's back on she squealed in delight at the thought of the special breakfast. Then like nothing happened she bound out of the room and went tearing up-stairs to turn on her show. I turned back to Bradford who still seemed in a state of shock but was coming out of it. Without me noticing it, he had managed to put his shirt back on, I wasn't sure about the rest but I really didn't want to find out either. "Well could you say that I fulfilled my part of the bargain?" as I put on a wry smile. "I'll say Rob. I'll say... Got it all on tape to." That took me a back, "What? We never agreed that you would tape it." "He, he... well you never said I couldn't." In a very short time Bradford's tone changed, it put a knot in my stomach. "O.K. well what is done is done I guess. Now we just need to make the arrange...." Bradford broke me off. "There will be no arrangements Rob." "Wh... what? But I did everything you asked!" The chuckle started slow and low until it increased into a amused laugh. "You know Rob you do seem like a smart guy but seem to know shit about the internet." "What are you getting at Brad? Just be straight." "You want straight. I'll give you straight. You see Rob I never had any intention on fulfilling my side of the bargain, like ever. I just wanted to record you and Sam fooling around. I figured I might get some pussy licking or something like that. I never, in a million, years thought you'd go through with it and fuck your own three year old. Hell I didn't even know you could fuck a three year old." "Whoa, wait. You said you and your daughter..." "Hahaha... poor naïve Rob: Audrey isn't my daughter and I only started fucking her just a couple of months ago. I just made up all that shit to get you to mess around with Sam and you exceeded expectations. Hahahaha!" It all started to piece together, "You fucking son of a bi..." "Now, now Rob. Like you said what is done is done. Just remember I have it all recorded. Hahahahaa!" Bradford has logged off. I just sat there stunned. What did he mean? Was that just a warning to not go after him? Or, did it mean he was going to the authorities. Damn I saw him have sex with an underage girl but I didn't record it. Stupid... stupid: I really hope he meant to leave him alone. I don't think I've ever had such a large knot, sickness feeling in my stomach like I do now. But there is nothing I can do about it now. Nothing but to try and get my life back to normal, that means no more sex with Sam, it is time for her just to be a kid again. I made my way upstairs to start breakfast. As, I past the living room there was Sam, lying on her stomach- on the floor- legs slightly apart with no panties on. I could just barely see the glistening of my cum still leaking from her preschool pussy. I knew this wasn't the end.