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   Our Innocent Daughter Ashley by Small Wonder

   Chapter 1: Two Confessions (MF, Mg, MFg, pedo, cons)

   My screams of pleasure were muffled by the comforter of the bed I was
half on.  My face and chest were mashed into the mattress, and my ass was
in the air, legs wrapped around my husband Steve, as he supported my hips
and thrust that big hard cock of his in and out of my wet pussy.  I was as
horny as ever, I just couldn't cum.

   He plowed me hard and enthusiastically, but for all that it felt
pleasurable, it wasn't driving me over the edge and into an orgasm like it
used to.  And this wasn't the first time, this had been happening more and
more frequently over the last year.

   I knew there was one fantasy, one single mental image, that would make
me instantly cum while he fucked me.  Normally I wouldn't be bothered with
fantasizing during sex to help me get off, that's part of sex, but the
fantasy I'd been having lately was one I'd rather avoid.  Only when I was
so close to the edge of cumming, so close I was almost crying, did I let my
mind wander into this new fantasy.

   That's how I was right then, getting rammed, the juice from my elevated
cunt running up my stomach to where my tits met the bed.  In my mind, I saw
the first images of the fantasy.  I tried to make myself think about
something -- anything -- else, but it was no good.  As soon as the fantasy
started, my cunt juiced up hard and I had to give in to it.  I closed my
eyes and instantly my brain flooded with the sexiest scene I didn't want to
imagine: I'm sitting naked on my bed, legs spread.  Between my spread
thighs, my 10-year old daughter Ashley is laying against me.  I can feel
the smooth skin of her naked body as I wrap my arms around her.  I'm
rubbing her bald, wet slit with one hand, while the other fondles her
little growing nipples, and my mouth is divided between kissing her and
licking her neck.  I quietly whisper into her ear that "Daddy's cock is
going to feel so good inside you, sweetie.  I'm so proud that you want to
try to take it all, you're going to make him go wild when he fucking comes
deep inside your tight little pussy."
I watch Steve approach us, rock hard, smiling like a little boy at
Christmas, which in a way he is.  I spread Ashley's pussy lips, and as my
lips and tongue brush over her earlobe I say, "look how big Daddy's cock
is! That's all for you, honey, you're such a sexy little girl that Daddy
can barely contain himself.  You remember how much he came when I taught

you to suck his dick, right?"

   "I was soaked in it.  It was so warm and wet and I loved you licking it
off of my face, Mommy," she replies.

   "Now remember, this is probably going to hurt a little bit when we first
start.  Let me know now if you get scared, it's all right to be, Daddy will
just have to settle for fucking me instead.  You won't be disappointing
him," I tell her.

   "I'm not afraid.  I want Daddy to fuck me 'til he comes.  And I hope he
takes his time!" she says.

   Her hips and buttocks grind against my clit, sending waves of pleasure
through my body.  "You're so fucking hot, Ashley, I loved eating out your
pussy with Dad last night."

   "I loved eating you out.  I didn't know how pussy tasted, but it tastes
really good!  I can't wait for daddy's big hard cock to be inside of me."

   "Now remember, once Daddy is inside of you, we really can't ask him to
stop, no matter how much you scream or how much it hurts.  I'm going to do
is to make sure that you keep on fucking him when it starts to hurt," I
explained, "so make sure that you want this."

   "I know how much it's going to hurt, mom.  I want it to, it means that
daddy must really be enjoying it because my pussy is so tight!" she says,
turning her body a little bit to look me straight in the eye.

   My heart melts with that, this girl is so much like her mother.  "I love
you so much, Ashley, I love you more than anything else I've ever known," I
say before I bend down slightly, press my lips against hers, let my tongue
slide into my little daughter's small mouth.  Her tongue plays with mine,
and I move my hand from her cunt to start stroking her long silky blond
hair, her juices still wet on my fingers.  She moans, and at first I think
it's because of our french kiss which is driving me wild at the time.  She
starts moaning more, and I realize it's because Steve is between her legs,
licking her tiny sensitive clit.  I stop kissing to let her moan at full
volume.  In a moment, he takes his head from her cunt and smiles at the two
of us.

   "I love you too, sweetie," Steve says to her, "I'm so proud of you. 
You're so fun and smart and cute and sexy.  I'm so glad that you're letting
me have the chance to show you how much I love you physically."

   "Daddy, I want you the same.  I love you so much and I want to show it
to you by making you feel sooo good.  And I want to feel you inside of me,
feel my daddy deep inside, and I want you to come there, and I'll know that
I love you so much that part of you is still inside me even if you're not
there."

   Back in the real world, this fantasy is caused me to come hard,
practically screaming, the second wild orgasm in a row.  I saw images of me
teaching Ashley how to let Steve's big dick enter her tiny hole, how smooth
her ass would feel, how she'd struggle when Steve is first pushing it into
her, and how she'd quiver and shake with her orgasm when he fucked her,
when my fingers massage her clit, and how she and her daddy would watch her
mommy eat Steve's cum out of her pussy.  I came in four wild powerful
orgasms in a row before Steve finished fucking me.

   He groaned, grunted, thrusting himself in deeper to me.  I massage his
dick with my cunt, squeezing all the dripping hot cum out of him and into
my pussy.  We collapsed on the bed.  We panted.  We kissed.  My nipples
brushed against his soft chest hair.  I milked his deflating cock with my
pussy muscles.  He groaned again.

   "Do you think we woke Ashley?" he asked me.

   "I think we woke her entire fifth grade class," I said.  "I don't know,
I can never tell how loud I am."

   "You were very very loud.  That made me cum so hard."

   "Then it was worth it," I said, kissing him, "even if we did wake the
girl up.  Besides, she has to learn the birds and the bees sometime.  This
is way better than the boring video they'd have shown her in p.e.  next
year."

   "I don't know.  I'm not sure if hearing your parents do it qualifies as
sex ed." Steve said, then laughed and said "Next time, we'll let her watch
too."

   I laughed also, turned and kissed him, and slid down and started sucking
his cock and fingering my pussy.  He probably thought I was insatiable. 
Actually, his joke about having Ashley watch turned me on so much I had to
fuck him again.  And this time, I didn't even try to stop the fantasy. 
Over the next twenty minutes I came twice more, the last while imagining
how it would feel to have Ashley eating my pussy while I Steve and I finger
her asshole.



   A few days later, Ashley and I went out shopping.  Summer was coming up
fast, and one of the things we needed to get were new bathing suits, and
call me a traitor to my gender, but any excuse to go shopping, you know?

   "Mom, Can I get a two-piece this year?" Ashley asked.

   "You want a bikini?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  I'm tired of all the little-girly ones," she said, "I'm 10 years
old, I'm not a little girl anymore."

   I tried hard not to laugh at that.  "Well, you're not that old.  But
you're right, you're old enough to make your own decisions on this.  Plus I
think you'd look really good in one."

   "Oh, gawd!"

   Ashley looked through some, and found one she thought was cute.  I
wasn't sure about it...  despite my fantasies, I thought this one would be
too skimpy.  It was a blue bikini, with very very thin straps around the
sides and almost a thong in the back.  I pulled out another one I thought
would be a bit more modest, and we took both to the dressing rooms.  While
we walked to them, Ashley was fiddling with the straps on hers.

   "How do you put this on?  Can you help me in the dressing room, Mom?"
she asked me.  Not too old to have her mom in the dressing room with her. I
felt myself get moist.

   "Of course, honey," was all I said.  Was there too much enthusiasm in my
voice?

   There's nothing sexier than someone totally un-self conscious about
being naked.  When we got into the dressing booth, I could barely control
myself watching her as she carelessly, even eagerly, tossed off her
clothes. She turned around, pulling off her shorts and panties, and held
out her hand for the bikini.  I gave it to her and she tried to put it on.
She got the bottom all right, but struggled with the top.

   "Mommy, could you help me with this?" she asked.  I did, sliding my
hands underneath the fabric to smooth it out, coming in contact with the
skin on her chest.  I brought the two ends of the straps together, touching
her back the whole time.

   "There you go, Ashley.  Turn around, lets see how it looks," I said. 
She spun and flung her arms out with a 'ta-da!' look worthy of a game-show
hostess.  Fucking adorable.

   "It's a little...  I'm not used to wearing such a small suit.  It almost
feels like I'm naked," she said, checking herself out in the mirror. 
Adorably fuckable.

   "Yeah, it's not very modest.  But you sure look..." Sexy?  Slutty? 
Tasty?  Ready to learn the other reason God made tongues?  "...pretty in
it."

   "Really?  I don't think I'm that pretty.  I look ordinary.  Even with
the bikini I look plain."

   I couldn't believe that.  "Ashley, believe me, you're very pretty.  It's
just because you see yourself everyday that you don't notice how pretty you
are." I handed her the other bathing suit to try on.  She slid the first
one off, bottom and then the top.  I got a good look at her pretty little
body and her pretty little pubis.  I hoped she didn't notice me taking such
a big peek, and glad I could gawk more discreetly than my husband.  In my
head, I altered the picture before me a little: I imagined her standing
there as she was, naked, taking the other bikini off of it's hanger, but
with a glistening wet pussy, pink and puffy with excitement.

   "Yeah, but not as pretty as some girls.  Desiree is really good looking.
She's already getting boobs," she said.

   "Well, there's more to pretty than just boobs, you know?  And besides,
you'll be getting them soon enough."

   I slid my fingers into the bottoms of the brief to fix a slight fold
that there, pulling on them, bringing my hand within an inch of her little
pussy.  I nearly gave in to the uncontrollable desire to start fingering
her clit, but managed to hold back.  I satisfied myself with a slight rub
of her ass, supposedly to brush some nonexistent lint off of the bottom.  I
think a firm ass runs in the family.

   Ashley was checking herself out in the mirror with the new, more
conservative bikini.  This swimsuit showed less, but still clung nicely to
her body, and the mothering instincts in me preferred it.  I could tell she
was was taking a deep breath and throwing her shoulders back, trying to
give herself a bust.

   "This one looks nice too," she said, putting her hands together and
squeezing her chest with her upper arm to create some cleavage.  "I just
can't decide, they're both cute.  How old were you when you started getting
them?"

   "What, bikinis?  I don't--"

   "No, mom, BOOBS!  How old were you when you got them?" she asked.  I
felt an excited flush wash over me when I noticed that she was looking at
my chest in the mirror.  Even if it was in a non-sexual context, Ashley
eyeing my rack made tingle in that certain familiar way.  I thanked God
once again for giving me a primo rack.

   "I was a little older than you.  I was twelve, actually.  I remember
wishing for ti-, uh 'breasts' when I was blowing out the candles on my
twelfth birthday cake."

   "Maybe that's why I haven't gotten them yet, no wishing," she joked.

   "Well if they turn out anythying like mine, you'll wish you didn't have
them every time you go jogging.  Why don't we just get both suits, honey?
It's useful to have more than one anyways." It's funny how we can have two
conversations at once.

   Steve and I were sitting on the couch just after he got home.  Ashley
was watching tv in front of us.

   "...then we went shopping for a little while, and got home not too long
before you did," I said.

   "What'd you get?" he asked.

   "Ashley got two new swimsuits, didn't you Ashley?" I said.

   "Yup, bikinis!  I can't wait until we get to go swimming," she said. 
She's so enthusiastic about everything.

   "Bikini's, eh?" Steve said.  I wish I could tell whether he was turned
on or disturbed by the idea.  But that 'eh' was just not definitive one way
or the other.

   "Yeah, she looks adorable in them," I said.  "Hey Ashley, why don't you
go put one of them on to show Daddy?"

   "OK!" she said, hopping up and beginning to scamper down the hall.

   "And bring the other one out also," I called.  I think I heard her yell
"OK" back.

   Steve turned to me.  "A bikini, huh?  Ashley's growing up."

   "They don't stay babies forever, I guess," I said.

   Ashley came down the hall, wearing the blue swimsuit, and holding the
skimpy one in her hand.  She had a sheepish smile on her face, like she was
embarrassed to admit she liked showing off in her suit.  She wasn't like
that in the store, so maybe it's because her daddy was watching now, or
maybe because she knew she was on display.  Regardless, she did appear to
like it.

   She dropped the suit she was holding, and did a little pirouette.  My
hand was on Steve's thigh, not suggestively, but enough to feel the fabric
in his pants shift if he was getting hard.  So far nothing, but things were
just getting started.

   "Very nice.  That color looks good on you, sweetie," he said.

   "Yeah, I like the other one more, that's why I saved it for last," she
said.

   "Go ahead and put it on.  You can change out here if you want," I said.
Steve turned to me in surprise, but didn't say anything.  I think he
figures that since I'm the mommy, and Ashley's a girl, I'm more qualified
than him to make decisions like this.

   Ashley hesitated for a moment, then turned around and quickly changed
swimsuits.  But in her girly way, she took off the first swimsuit before
even grabbing the other one.  She turned to grab the other suit, and
flashed us a nice full body frontal of herself.  Steve adjusted himself,
making room for a growing cock in his pants, in the way that he thinks is
subtle.  I knew that this is simply going to be the reaction to a naked
pretty girl, regardless of things like age or relationship.  Nonetheless,
it was gratifying to see.  My only real fear was that I was going to leave
a wet spot on the couch.

   Ashley got on her suit, turned around and took a couple of steps toward
us.  Steve was obviously flustered.  "V-very nice Ashley.  That looks
really, uh, g-good on you."

   "Don't you like it?" she asked.  I knew the tone in her voice, it said
she was teasing him.  Steve, on the other hand, was too nervous to be that
aware.  "No!  I mean yes!  I mean, I really love it.  It looks really,
really good.  I mean, not in a-- it's cute."

   I burst out laughing.  I couldn't help it.  In between ha-ha's, I
managed to say, "It looks great Ashley.  Go put your regular clothes back
on and we'll start getting dinner ready."

   "OK.  Daddy, should I change out here?" She asked.

   "NO!  I mean, your room will be fine," he said.

   After she left, Steve said, "I was sorta caught off guard there."

   "It's all right, sweetie.  Goddamn that was funny."

   "Like I said, she's growing up."



   That night, all the pent up sexual energy I had felt during the day was
released.  I came while Steve's cock was in my mouth and his hand was
teasing my clit.  I was imagining Ashley sucking off Steve and getting
fingered by him.

   I came while on my side, as Steve fucked me while straddling one leg,
the other thrown over his shoulder.  I was imagining devouring Ashley's
pussy at the same time, and Steve and Ashley kissing, their tongues sliding
in and out of each other's mouths.

   I came while Steve was laying on his back, and I was on top of him, on
my back, so Steve could cup my breasts and play with my cunt at the same
time, and I could turn my head and kiss him. I came imagining Ashley in the
same position, Steve fucking her, and me with straddling them both so they
could each eat me out at the same time.

   I came again while Steve was on top of me, missionary style.  He was
coming, his moans turned me on so much that I came also.  This was just
Steve and me, and I was lost in the moment and hearing him groan in such
intense pleasure has always been the biggest turn on for me.  The slut in
me loved making men cum.

   As we slowly came down from the orgasmic high, he sighed and rolled out
of me.  "Geez, honey, that was incredible.  How many times did you come?"

   "Four, four big ones," I said.

   "What's with you the last few days?  You've been a wild woman.  Whatever
it is, don't change it."

   "It's just..." I said.  I was trying to make something up, it was a
rhetorical question anyways, but still.

   "What?"

   "It's...  um, nothing..." I couldn't look at him.  "It's...  shit," I
said and started crying.  That one had to throw Steve for a loop.  I fuck
him like a crazy woman and then start crying.  Like a crazy woman.  But I
wanted to tell him, I wanted to let him know what was going on, and even
thinking about it, I was afraid he'd hate me.  I was afraid he'd have the
reaction I would have had a year ago if he told me he fantasized about
boning our little girl.

   I felt his arm around me, the warmth of it comforting me, lulling me
into trusting him.  I always felt safe there, and I was beginning to, even
with this.

   "What is it, baby, I can listen to you.  Tell me," he said.

   "I can't.  It's too embarrassing," I said.

   "Sure you can, you know that.  I won't judge you, you're judgement-free
in my book.  You always have been," he said.

   "You'll judge me for this," I said.

   "What's it about?" he asked.

   "I've been having certain fantasies lately.  I've been really-- I can't
get them out of my mind."

   "Fantasies?  They're not real, they're just thoughts.  You don't have to
be ashamed of your thoughts.  Would it make you feel better to tell them to
me, or do you want to keep them private?  That's all right too, you know."
Steve should have been a therapist.

   "The problem is I want to tell you them, I think it's important, but I'm
afraid you'll hate me for them."

   "I won't hate you for your fantasies.  You know that, I'm Mr. 
Acceptance, and frankly, they're probably going to turn me on too.  I mean,
everything we've done together...  you know I can handle it."

   "Not this."

   "They can't be that bad, whatever they are.  What is it, other guys? 
Rape?  You're not going to be able to shock me, I've heard it all over the
years," he said.  Something about that galvanized me, like it was a
challenge.

   "You think you have?  Here's the fantasy: I get turned on thinking about
Ashley, thinking about teaching her about sex, thinking about introducing
her to sex.  I think about having Ashley have sex with us.  I think about
eating her out, about you fucking her, about sliding a dildo in her cunt
and about her sucking my tits," I said, quietly, but with some anger.

   "What?" Steve asked.

   "You didn't hear it wrong.  Ashley, my daughter, our daughter,
10-year-old innocent girl that I'm supposed to fucking protect, I'm
supposed to keep people from doing this, not fucking encourage it.  What
the hell is wrong with me, what sort of mother am I?  What the hell--"

   "Julie!  Julie, you're still a great mother, now calm down."

   "But I was right, you hate me don't you?"

   "No!  I love you just as much, I love you even more for being honest
with me.  I'm not ashamed, I'm not even scared."

   "Why not?  You fucking should be!  I don't know if I can keep this just
a fantasy much longer.  I could barely keep my hands off of her when we
were trying on swimsuits this afternoon.  And don't think it was an
accident that I told her to change in front of us, in front of you.  I was
hoping you'd be as turned on as I was.  I was hoping you'd want the same
thing.  I would have let you fuck her right then if you asked me to."

   "Look, even I got turned on a little there, I don't feel bad about it. I
mean, I'm not saying--"

   "You got turned on because there was a naked girl in the room.  You got
turned on because you briefly wondered 'what if'.  You didn't spend the
whole rest of the night imagining it, did you?  You didn't just fuck me
imagining all the different ways she could join in, right?"

   "No."

   I looked him directly in the eye and asked, "Why don't you hate me?"

   "Because I don't.  Because I love you and I married you."

   "That's not it."

   "Because I've done it too.  I've thought about it.  A lot.  A lot more
than you think.  Maybe not as much as you have, and I've never tried to get
her naked or anything.  But I've stolen a couple of glances.  I wasn't ever
going to do anything, you know make a move or anything, but I bet every
father thinks about it at least a couple of times.  They have to, I can't
be the only one, just me and all the bastards that actually do something.
I'm sure they all do at some point, right?" This was an admission, and he
was as scared of admitting it as I was.  And just as relieved, too.

   "You're right, I think" I said.

   "Are you angry?" he asked.

   "Of course not.  Not after what I said."

   "I know, but somehow, I think I'd understand if you were, even despite
what you said.  Because maybe not every dad thinks about it, maybe it is
just the bastards that actually do it," he said.

   "It's not just bastards.  It doesn't always screw girls up for life. 
Sometimes it's perfectly normal and a real expression of love." I said.

   "What do you mean?" he asked.

   Fuck.  This was venturing into big time secret time.  I considered
lying, but we were way past that.  I looked in Steve's eyes and knew that I
could trust him.

   "Daddy and I used to sleep together...  We used to make love and it was
something I wanted, too.  I don't tell people because then they make
certain assumptions, so that's why I never told you.  And yeah, maybe
that's why I'm such a horny, slutty wild girl, and I bet that's why I'm so
interested in Ashley now, but still, I've always looked back on it happily.
I never felt forced into it, and I think that's why I don't have the bad
experiences with it most other girls had.  I liked it, and I'm glad we did
it.  I'm glad he taught me how, I've never considered it wrong.  But
somehow I feel like a terrible mom wanting the same thing for my daughter."


   Steve looked at me, his arm still around me.  He placed his other hand
on my head, ran his fingers through my hair gently.  While I was telling
him my secret, I noticed him begin to get erect.  Afraid that I might get
mad, he was trying to hide it from me.

   "It's all right Steve, you don't have to keep it down.  In fact, I'm
glad I was able to finally tell you about that.  And I like knowing it
turns you on." I placed a hand on his hips and gently turned him and his
cock towards me.  Then I started stroking it lightly "I always get excited
thinking about that part of my life, and I'm really glad we can share it in
bed, regardless of how we deal with the rest of all this."

   He spread his legs out so I could get a better angle, at the same time
bringing the hand in my hair down to my breast, and started stroking
gently, which sent tingles up my spine.

   "Well, what do you want to do?" he asked me, "Knowing what I know about
how we both feel, now that it's out in the open especially, I doubt we can
just put it away.  But we can keep it as a private fantasy, something just
between us.  Something we won't share with the swingers at the dances."

   "That'd be nice.  But do you think we'd be able to stop there?  How can
we be sure that we're not going to let ourselves start trying to get AShley
involved for real?  I don't know if I trust myself after today," I said. 
Even bringing it up in this context was getting me wet, but it pleased me
to see that Steve got even harder at the same time.  He shifted himself,
laying me out on the bed and positioning himself between my legs.  I felt
him slide in with the comfortable ease of familiar lovers going back for
seconds.  But the rush of pleasure from the friction of his dick in me was
especially intense because I knew we were both thinking about Ashley.

   "Well, I think that I can control myself.  And frankly, I don't think
you're giving yourself enough credit.  Today happened because you were
bottling it all up.  I think by talking with each other, it can be kept
here, in our bed, between us" he said, steadily over the slow, shallow
thrusts that he was using as a prelude.

   "Do you really think so?  I want to believe it, but...  I had my hands
less than an inch away from her pussy today.  If we were at home instead of
the middle of the department store, I'd have started rubbing her little
clit and explaining to her just why we have the little man in the boat." I
was serious, but intentionally using cruder language to get Steve even more
worked up.

   "Even with that, it shows your restraint.  But there's a real question
here, one I don't think you've fully considered." he said, sliding one hand
under my ass and another onto my nipples.

   "What?" I asked, breathless, he was just getting into it.  Not wanting
to give to much of the upper hand in this fuck, I started nibbling on his
neck and ears, and slid a finger into his ass.

   "Oooh...  the question is not, can you keep your hands off of her, but
do you really want to?" Steve was quietly talking to me, looking me
straight in the eye, Sliding his cock in and out of my pussy in even deeper
thrusts.  He ran a hand through my hair, bent down and softly whispered
into my ear, with a little nibble here and there.  "I mean, I've never
really considered it before, but if your father was able to provide you
with the love and kindness needed to teach you about sex, to actively have
sex with you without you being consumed by guilt or shame, maybe we can
too."

   A massive wave of pleasure slid through my body as he said that.  I
turned us over, so I was on top, riding him, roaming my hands over him.  I
spread my legs and bent them up to take him as deeply as I could.  I moved
on his cock slowly, not wanting to get too worked up yet.  He pinched my
nipples hard and I dug my fingernails into his chest.  "Tell me more, tell
me about how you want us to teach Ashley," I said.

   "The most important thing would be to make sure she knows that she's not
doing anything wrong.  So that means always being open with her, and I
think she's going to be more curious about what we haven't taught her than
what we have.  So if she wants to lick your pussy, you should let her.  Or
if she wants me to stick a finger up her little ass while I'm eating her
out, then I should.  And if she wants you to teach her how to use your
vibrators, then lets whip 'em out."

   I was riding his cock faster and faster, uncontrollably.  I loved
hearing him say these things, and I could tell he loved it to.  I kissed
him, running his tongue inside his mouth.

   "It's your turn to tell me more, now," Steve said, "what did daddy do
right that let him get to enjoy you?  What should we do?"

   "We were always very physically affectionate, lots of hugs and kisses.
Moving further was almost the next logical step it seemed.  When he would
come in to kiss me good night, he would sing me a little song or tell me a
story.  I think I was about eight when I noticed a little change.  When
he'd kiss me, the kiss would last a little longer than a quick peck.  IT
felt good and I didn't want it to end.  After a while, I noticed that he
would hug me, and then only take one hand off me to read me a story, and
the other would stay on my body.  A would snuggle up to him, and his hand
would slide up and down me as he read.  Sometimes he wouldn't read, he'd
just ask me about my day or tell me about his or we'd talk about something.
I liked that the best because he'd put both hands on me.  He'd look right
in my eyes, and put one of his big hands on my chest, and then kiss me.  I
would feel really good in my cunny, and I always wished he'd move his hand
a little further down.  One night he did, and he was rubbing me through my
nightie.  I kissed him again, and this one lasted a long time.  I think he
was making sure to keep his hand on top of my pajamas so that he wouldn't
be crossing some sort of line.  But I wanted him to, so after a few minutes
I grabbed his hand, hitched up my nightie and put his hand on my panties. A
minute later I moved his hands under my panties.  It was really hard to
keep the nightie up, so I just took it off, and took my panties off also.
It felt great being naked in front of him, and I nearly came when he told
me how beautiful I looked.  I finally did come when he kissed me again,
this time french kissing me.  I mean, imagine how fucking hot it was!  I
was completely naked, and in my daddys arm, and he was rubbing my pussy and
frenching me at the same time.  I didn't know what any of it was, but I
knew I wanted more of it.  And I remember thinking how much my daddy must
love me to be so nice to me and make me feel so good."

   "Oh my god!" Steve said, and I didn't know if it was from the story or
me fucking him, but it was probably both.  I was so turned on I was on the
verge of a massive orgasm, and I was intentionally trying to slow myself
down so that I'd be able to talk to him.  But it was getting hard to
control myself, and with the way he was playing with my tits and my hair, I
knew he was incredibly turned on and barely able to contain himself.

   "I think the moment he kissed me and I felt his tongue enter my mouth
was probably the most erotic moment of my entire life.  It was like all of
a sudden, a whole new world was open, like I knew exactly why people did
stuff like this.  I want Ashley to have a moment like that, and Steve, I
want you to be the man to give it to her.  I get so turned on thinking
about it: You kiss her and open her mouth and feel what it's like in there.
Oh god, I'm going to come- Steve, wouldn't you like making out with our
little girl?  You'd kiss her, then I would, wouldn't you love to see that?
To see me and her kissing, see her touching my tits, feeling them?  Her
mouth would still be warm from yours, and she'd give out little moans of
pleasure?  Then we could both take her clothes off, and then she and I
could take yours off, and I'd teach her how to suck your big cock."

   "Oh god!  I love this, I'm gonna cum so hard soon!  Shit, I hope you're
getting off as much as I am!" he said.

   "I haven't even gotten to the best part, where she and I are taking
turns sucking your cock.  I want her to be the one to get your cum, and she
swallows a lot of it, but a lot of it is splashed on her, on face and in
her hair, across her lips and chest and even some onto her pussy, and I
lick all of it up, lapping up your cum, rubbing some of it into her hot
little body, sliding my tongue all over her, kissing her, licking her
pussy-- Oh shit!  Steve, god fuck me!  Fuck me hard, fuck me like you're
fucking her, like we're teaching her all about sex and you're-- oh fuck! 
Your cock feels so good!  I can't wait until you get to put it in her!  Oh
god.  Steve, I'm fucking coming right now!  Uuuuh" Another massive orgasm
shook through my body, but I wasn't done yet.  I just hoped Steve could
last for what I had planned.

   I took Steve out and slid him into my ass.  I was so stimulated and
ready for the raw feeling of his thick cock raping my anus that I had no
trouble getting it inside me.  The juice from my orgasms provided a lube,
and soon I was fucking him harder than before.

   "Oh, shit.  Julie, you're such a hot little bitch!  You really should
teach Ashley about fucking, that way I'll know she's learning it right!" I
started fucking even harder when he mentioned her.  His cock was filling me
in incredible waves of pleasure and a little pain as he slammed it home. 
He kept up the dirty talk: "Teach her how to suck dick, and eat your cunt,
and how to take my cock up her little tight pussy.  When she's learned all
that, we can teach her how to get fucked up the ass, she can be taught by
the expert."

   Pretty soon I was at my limit, an orgasm passed on and my ass was about
as fucked as it can possibly get.  I know how turned on Steve gets when I
get really nasty, and I was about to get REALLY nasty.  I took his rock
hard shaft out of my ass, turned around, took it into my mouth and sucked
hard.  I licked the entire thing, and could taste his pre-cum, my pussy and
a large dose of the inside of my shitter.  I sucked wildly, loving every
second of it, and in a minute, Steve was rewarding me with a massive gush
of cum that filled my mouth.  Some slid out between my lips, got in my
hair, a little in my eye, but I swallowed most of it.

   "God you're incredible," Steve said, pulling me towards him.  He wiped
his cum off my face and rubbed it gently into my tits.  We didn't say
anything, we just kept kissing each other lightly and drifted off to sleep.