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 Name: Wistful
Title: In the Still of the Night
Summary: Twelve year old Anna needs the attention of her Daddy and Mummy
in the middle of the night.
Keywords: MFg, inc, cons.

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   The story below is a work of fiction, and has no basis in fact. 
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   In the Still of the Night

   It is after midnight.  The night air is hot, humid, and I sleep
fitfully. Lights from the road outside illuminate the room in a muted glow,
making the it seem like semi-daylight.  I am naked, but it does nothing to
cool me down.  Confused images of my daughter keep flitting through my
head, raw images, cloaked by taboo.  I start and am awake, an image of a
small mouth wrapped around my cock fading from my waking dream, like a
mirage.  My cock is hard, and I know I have been dreaming about Anna again,
and lust overwhelms me.  My wife sleeps beside me, her breathing steady.  I
know that I will not be able to sleep now.

   I hear a movement on the landing, and for a moment, the room lightens as
the door opens.  It quickly closes and the room returns to semi gloom.  I
can hear the sound of small footsteps coming toward the bed.  I should pull
up the covers, cover myself, but I know that she will only pull them down
again.  I close my eyes and feign sleep.  There is stillness and the sound
of breathing and I know that Anna is looking at me, scanning my nakedness.
My cock is still hard and the thought of her looking at it makes it throb
in rhythm to my heartbeat.  I feel a slight movement as she climbs onto the
bed, and then two little hands grasp my prick and begin to move slowly up
and down, just as her mother taught her.  The feeling is exquisite.  She
finds the precum at the tip and massages it into my cockhead for a moment,
and then I feel her tongue licking it.  I jump involuntarily at the
feeling, but she continues licking, sliding her tongue up and down the
shaft before taking me into her tiny mouth.  One of her little hands cups
my balls, and i feel the gentle massage of her fingers.  The warmth and wet
enclose me as she slowly fucks me with her mouth, and I know that I will be
unable to hold out much longer.

   Suddenly she stops.

   "I know you're not really asleep, daddy," she whispers.  I open my eyes
and smile at her, and feel my wife stirring next to me.

   "I couldn't sleep, daddy.  My little cunt felt so itchy, and it's so
wet." I gasp at the deliciously graphic words she so deliberately uses, at
the way she reminds me how young she is.  "I want to fuck you daddy.  I
want to feel you inside me, I want you to fill my pussy with your spunk."

   I can only smile at her, and nod.  I feel my wife turn beside me, and
sense her head near mine, her breath hot on my cheek.

   Slowly Anna kneels astride me.  She knows I am watching her.  She is
putting on a show for me, letting me watch her twelve year old body
hovering above my groin.  She reaches between her legs and displays her
cunt to me, her fingers pulling the reddened lips apart.  I know she is
looking at me but I can't tear my eyes away.  Even in the dim light, her
wetness seems to glisten, like water droplets on a peach, and I can smell
her arousal.  She runs one of her fingers along her pussy lips, and then I
see it bend and the tip disappears inside her for a moment.  She seems to
moan, and then the finger emerges, its wetness catching the light, and I
watch, hypnotised, as she brings it up to her mouth.  Looking straight into
my eyes, she slides it between her lips, and I can see her cheeks hollow as
she sucks on it.  My wife's breathing is more intense now, and I feel her
arm moving, regularly.

   "Do you want to see my bottom, daddy?"

   The sound of her voice makes me jump, and it takes me a moment to
register what she said.  But she knows me too well, and before I can reply
she shuffles round so that she is facing away from me.  She bends slowly
forward until her head is resting between my feet, and then, with
calculated slowness, she slides her hands up her legs to her bottom, and
pulls the smooth pink cheeks apart.  She is opening herself up to me,
showing me everything, letting me know that it is all mine.  I gaze at her,
lost, but she wants to control my attention.  Pushing her bottom out
obscenely, she moves one of her hands between her legs and slowly slides a
finger into her little red cunt.  For a moment or two, she fucks herself,
and then slides it out and up to her tiny puckered arsehole.  I watch her
spread her wet finger over it, and then gently push it inside.  Next to me,
I feel my wife tense and groan and cum.

   Anna stops suddenly and turns back round to face me.  Her smile has gone
and now I can see the urgency in her eyes, her cheeks red, her mouth
slightly open.  She grasps my cock, holding it upright, as she lowers
herself towards it.  She touches it against her pussy lips, rubbing it
gently against her wetness, before guiding it into her tight little hole.
She lowers herself onto it slowly, and I can feel her cunt stretching
around me as I sink into her.  She rests for a moment when I am as deep as
I can go, and then starts to move up and down on me, fucking me, impaling
me in her tight warmth.

   I hear my wife, whispering in my ear.  "Fuck your little girl, Daddy. 
Fuck her like the little slut we want her to be.  Cum inside her." Her
voice is strained, gasping.  Her words thrill me, drive me, permit me.

   I start to match her rhythm, thrusting my hips upwards as she slides
down my cock.  Almost at once I feel my balls tightening, feel my orgasm
starting to build in the base of my prick.

   Sensing how close I am, she speeds up, and her breathing becomes ragged
as her own orgasm approaches.

   "Fuck me daddy." Her voice is cracked, desperate.  "I'm your little
slut, daddy.  My cunt is yours.  Fuck me.  Make me cum."

   Her words break any resistance that I have.  I thrust hard, pumping my
cum deep into her, again and again, and she cries out as her orgasm hits. I
feel her pussy spasming around me, gripping me even more tightly, milking
me, and my cock continues to thrust, governed now by some primal instinct .
Beside me, I hear my wife cumming again in long grunting gasps.

   We stop moving as our orgasms subside, and she falls onto my chest.  I
am still inside her, snug in our warm cum.  She is too small to hold it all
inside her, and I feel it beginning to leak down over my balls.  She sighs
with contentment.

   My wife reaches over and pulls her limp body off me, positioning her
over her open mouth.  I watch as she thrusts her tongue into her sodden
cunt, and see her throat moving as she swallows our cum.  I can hear the
wet noise of her mouth, sucking the cum from our daughter.  She continues
to lick, searching out any last drop, and her tongue snakes down to the
little girl's bottom, licking round the rosebud and then pushing against
it, forcing her way inside.  I hear Anna's breathing change, hear her begin
to gasp with the pleasure she is feeling.  Her mother licks back to her
slit and then sucks her little clit into her mouth, holding it between her
lips.  Through her cheeks, I can see the movement of her tongue as she
massages it.

   Anna suddenly stiffens and her body begins to buck as a second orgasm
hits her.  Her cum bubbles through her cunt lips onto her mother's chin,
and trickles down her neck.  Exhausted now, she lies down between us, her
face glowing from the pleasure that still flows in her small body.  Her
mother leans forward and kisses her.  I can see their open mouths, their
tongues twining with each other as she feeds her the cum from her mouth. 
Eventually they are still.  We are all still.

   Anna looks at us, and smiles.

   "Thank you, mummy and daddy," she whispers.  "That was lovely."



   This is my first story.  As a new writer, I would really appreciate your
feedback, good or bad, and any suggestions you have for improvements. 
Email me at adrianloop@hotmail.co.uk and I will get back to you.