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   Our Innocent Daughter Ashley by Small Wonder

   7.  Jacuzzis Turn Me On.  Apparently, So Does Pizza

   We bought this house about a year before I got pregnant with Ashley.  We
were actually going to buy a different house, a larger one for a bit less
money, but our realtor asked us to take a look at this one as a favor to a
friend of hers that was representing it.  Certainly it had its charm, and
it was in a slightly nicer neighorhood but Steve and I had pretty much made
up our minds on the other one.

   Then the realtor led us out into the backyard, and Boom!  There it was!
Paradise!

   Sunk into the corner of the beautiful wooden porch, rumbling quietly,
was a nice, big jacuzzi.  Glistening faux-marble fiberglass, easily capable
of holding eight people, or sixteen very good friends.  Powerful,
pussy-tingling jets firing full blast under the surface and more than
enough room on all sides to sit on the edge, spread your knees apart, lean
back on your elbows and let some talented lover feast between your thighs.
It was the promise of the Disco era made true before our eyes.

   Steve and I looked at each other, then let our eyes wander around the
yard.  High fences, tall trees...  all of it nestled against the base of a
hillside.

   I swear the realtor could read our minds because Steve and I were both
trying to figure out how to delicately ask her something when she piped up
with the magic word, 'privacy'.  As in: "The owners made sure that the
backyard had complete privacy, so there'd be no nosy neighbors able to see
into the yard...  naturally that includes the jacuzzi and grilling area as
well."

   I don't know what came over me, but I just blurted out, "Wow, Steve, we
could fuck each other in the jacuzzi anytime we want!!"

   "Julie!!" Steve gasped.

   I realized what I said and that I'd said it in front of a total stranger
and blushed madly.  But she wasn't offended.  Realtors are like sharks and
this one smelt blood.

   "She's right, you know.  Your neighor's wouldn't see you," she said,
smooth as butter, "Hell, they wouldn't even hear you...  unless you invited
them over of course."

   The shark circled us and went in for the kill.

   "I'll tell you what, why don't I go out to the car and make a call to my
friend.  Let me see if his clients are a little flexible on the price if
you're willing to make an offer today.  It'll take at least fifteen
minutes, you two can talk it over.  Just come out front whenever you're
ready.  By the way, I'm the only one showing this property today."

   She winked at me -- well at both of us, but mostly at me -- as she left.
This chick totally had my number.

   To make a long story short, we both knew this was the house for us, but
Steve pretended to be reluctant so I got on my knees and blew him right
there on the porch to pretend sweeten the deal.  Truth is, we were both
horny from picturing the debauchery suddenly within our grasp.  Afterwards,
I decided to do a bad job cleaning up the drop of his cum that accidentally
plopped right onto my satin blouse.  Showing off makes being naughty so
much more fun.

   One morning a month later, the realtor stood on the front lawn and
handed us the keys to our new house.  We invited her inside to share a
bottle of celebratory champagne.  I only brought two glasses, so we had to
share those as well.  Before the bottle was half gone, we started making
bad jokes about the fact that champagne glasses are called "flutes" and
other various flute-related entendres.  Two-thirds through the bottle, and
she was taking sips from her flute and dribbling the champagne from her
lips to ours.  By the time we finished the bottle off, she and I were
sitting on Steve's lap in the jacuzzi, making out and sucking each others
tits and putting on one hell of a sexy show for him.

   Naturally, none of us had brought swim suits.  Hell, Steve hadn't even
worn underwear.  So it was birthday suits all around, and a good thing too,
she had an awesome pair of exotic, puffy pink nipples (and I secretly was
proud that my tits were a little bit bigger).

   We ate each other out and I fucked her with the empty champagne bottle
while she blew Steve and she finger-fucked my ass while Steve pounded her
pussy and we capped things off by clinking two semen-filled champagne
flutes together and then draining them down in a single gulp.

   All of that was in the middle of the fucking day.

   Goddamn I wish I could remember the realtor's name.  Cathy?  Katherine?
Whatever.

   Anyhow, that's all a long way of saying that we bought the house for the
jacuzzi, and the jacuzzi for its inherent sexual opportunities, which we
put to good use whenever we could.  Of course, "whenever we could" was
severely limited by the little munchkin we were soon raising.  But now that
I was watching Ashley lead Steve to the hot tub, guiding him by his cock
which she held like a leash, and gingerly lowering her nude body into the
turbulent water...  well clearly the jacuzzi's glory days were just
beginning.

   I watched Ashley and Steve from inside the house while I ordered the
pizza (one large with pepporoni and olives, one medium with pesto and
pineapple, and keep your comments to yourself, it's better than you
think!). Ashley snuggled up against his side, resting her head on his
shoulder and chest.  His arm was lazily slung over her.  Her eyes were
closed, while his roamed over her body.  Both were glowing from the warmth
of the water and the natural effects of sexual release, and I could see
their chests rising and falling in slow, relaxed breaths.  At first I
thought Ashley had fallen asleep, but I saw her smile and her lips move,
then his lips move, then hers...  father and daughter enoying some
post-orgasmic father-daughter bonding.  A few moments later they both
laughed at some little joke one of them made and they both looked so happy
I was a bit jealous that I wasn't there to laugh with them.  But then I
remembered the entire afternoon Ashley and I had spent making love to each
other and suddenly jealousy, even in small doses, seemed petty and cheap.

   Before heading outside, I grabbed a juice box and a couple of bottles of
Corona from the fridge.  I carried them out with me and saw that while I
was in the refrigerator, Ashley had changed positions and was now sitting
on her daddy's lap, nestled against him and I realized it's been a couple
of years since she's sat in his lap like that.  Steve smiled as he saw me
approach and then smiled even brighter when he saw I had refreshments.

   "Oh, God bless you, honey!  This is just what I needed" he said, as I
handed him his beer.

   "I figured you two had to be as thirsty as I am," I said.  I sat down on
the rim of the jacuzzi behind him, letting my legs dangle into the warm
water on each side of his broad shoulders.  I scooched forward so Steve
could lean back and rest the back of his head against my belly and my cunt.
Warm jets of water blasted against the soles of my feet.  I leaned forward
and ran my nails through Steve's wet hair and let myself melt into bliss.
High above our heads, Venus twinkled brightly.

   "Aren't you coming in, mom?" Ashley asked after a deep drag from her
juice box.

   "In a little bit, honey, the cool air feels pretty good right now," I
said, letting my head roll to one side.  I closed my eyes and let the
breeze dry the sweat off my chest.

   We relaxed in silence together for a couple of minutes.  I dipped my
hand in the water and sprinkled some drops onto my face and across the tops
of my breasts.

   "Mom?"

   "Hmm?"

   "Mom...  you're really pretty.  I think you're really, really pretty."

   I opened my eyes and saw her smiling up at me.

   "What?  Where did that come from?"

   "I dunno.  I always thought you were, but I didn't want to sound silly
or nothing so I never said anything.  But you're so...  I mean your hair,
your eyes, your mouth, your...  uh...  your boobies.  I think you're the
prettiest person I know!"

   "Ohmygod!  Thank you Ashley!  That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever
said to me!"

   "Well, I'm glad I can say it to you now!  I feel like I can tell you
anything, now."

   "I know what you mean.  I'm so glad I can finally tell you how goddamn
sexy I think you are.  I swear, seeing you naked turns me on so fucking
much!"

   "Really?  Well seeing your boo-- uh, your tits-- is totally turning me
on, Mom!"

   I winked and pinched my nipples seductively.  Ashley lauhed and raised
her hands to her chin, stuck her tongue out and panted like a begging dog.
It was so adorable I nearly had a cute-gasm.

   "And what about Daddy here?" I said, mussing up Steves hair.

   "Yeah, what about me?  I must be the funny lookin' one in the family,
huh?" he asked.

   "Oh, jeez, Daddy, are you kidding me?" said Ashley.  She snaked her arms
around his neck, pulled him in for a quick, sloppy kiss and looked him
right in the eyes.  "Dad, come on, you're hot as hell!  I've always thought
so.  All my friends do too, you know?  Shawna and CeeCee still won't stop
talking about how sexy you looked that day you took us to the beach! 
CeeCee says you've got the best ass she's ever seen on a grown-up."

   See?  What did I tell you about the surfing?  But for the record, I
can't say CeeCee is wrong.

   "Man, I guess we really can say anything now, can't we?" Steve asked.

   "I guess so," I said.  Ashley grinned up at me.

   I reached out and carressed her cheek.  I decided right then and there
that I'd never let myself feel guilty about wanting sex with Ashley ever
again.  After just a few hours of sharing pleasure with her, our family was
closer than ever.  More trust, more honesty, more tenderness.  How can
anyone keep something this loving from their children?  Sex is something
families should share!  How can you trust someone you're not sleeping with?
How can you know you're making someone happy if you've never given them an
orgasm?  How can you be truly honest with someone you've never even fucked?


   And where the hell was our pizza?  I glanced at the clock inside the
house.  We had at least another five minutes, but with the sliding door
closed, I wouldn't be able hear the doorbell if he came early.

   "Ashley, honey, could you hop up and slide open the door?  I'd hate to
miss our pizza."

   "Sure!"

   She hopped up and scampered to the door.

   "I'm totally gonna rim the hell out of that sexy ass tonight," said
Steve.

   "That's a great fucking idea, baby!" I said.

   Ashley slid the door wide open and then ran back to us.  She plopped
down beside us and spread her legs wide.

   "My pussy wants a kiss!" she announced.  I had the easier angle so I
dove right in, licking, kissing, caressing and finally blowing a strawberry
on her swollen clit.

   She squealed in delight and then used her fingers to open and close her
cunt lips like a little mouth.  "Thank you, Mommy!" she made her pussy
puppet say in a weird low voice.

   "Why does your cunny sound like the Cookie Monster?" Steve teased.

   "I don't know!  What does Mommy's cunny sound like?" shot back the pussy
puppet with the Cookie Monster voice.

   "I sound like this!" said my pussy puppet in a high-pitched warble.

   "Ahh!  Like Miss Piggy!" Ashley said between giggles.

   "Oh, it was supposed to be like Mickey Mouse!" I protested.

   "I think you're gonna have to trust me on this one, Mom.  I'm ten years
old, we know our muppets!"

   "Little stinker!  OK, you got me, I guess she sounds like Miss Piggy."

   "I guess that means dad's cock sounds like Kermit, huh?"

   We both looked at him to see if he'd play along.

   "Actually," he said, playing along, "when he's soft, he sounds like the
Swedish Chef.  And when, he gets hard he sounds like Beaker.  Wanna see?"

   And suddenly he stood up with a pretty nice erection given how long he
spent in the hot tub, and did a pretty good impression of Beaker while
waving his prick puppet all over the place.  A couple of seconds later and
I'll be damned if Beaker didn't somehow find his way into Ashley's mouth.

   She sucked him gently for a little bit but his cock wasn't quite ready
to rejoin the party yet.  Right after she stopped, she looked at me and
said, "Hey, we're all naked!"

   "Huh?"

   "I mean...  when the pizza guy comes...  you aren't gonna pay for it
naked are you?"

   "Oh!  No, honey, I'll throw on my robe, it's right where we left it in
the living room.  But I might show him my tits, it's always polite to tip
your pizza guy."

   "Are you kidding?"

   "I've done it before.  You want me to?"

   "Yeah!  Can I watch?"

   "Hmmm...  OK, but you have to watch from the family room and keep the
lights out so he doesn't see you, all right?"

   "Awesome!"

   And then, talk about good timing, the doorbell rang.  Ashley and I
walked into the house.  I picked up my robe from the floor and threw it on,
and also grabbed the cash I'd set aside to pay the kid with.  The front
door of our house leads to an atrium, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows
separating it from our family room.  The windows are tinted a bit, so if
it's night, and the lights in the atrium are on and the lights in the
family room are off, you can stand in the family room and have a perfect
and perfectly hidden view of the goings-on in our atrium.

   After double checking to make sure Ashley was out of sight, I opened the
front door and invited the pizza guy to step into the atrium with me.  He
looked to be in his early twenties, and had a slight southern twang to the
way he said, "Pizzas, ma'am.  That's uh...  $24.60"

   I handed him a twenty and a five.  "Thanks, I'm sort of screwing you out
of a tip here, I totally apologize, this is all the cash I had on me."

   "Oh that's fine, I appreciate the --"

   "No, it's not, I know you guys depend on your tips.  Here, tell ya what,
let me make it up to you a bit.  How's this?"

   I pulled open the lapels, exposing one breast then the other.  I
squeezed them together with both palms, like strippers do and then gently
released them.

   "Holy sh-- I mean...  Um, wow!  Lady, you just made my night!  Thanks,
that totally makes up for the tip."

   "It does, does it?  Cuz I was planning on letting you have a quick
squeeze, too."

   "Well, you know..."

   He was like a deer in the headlights, struggling to decide whether that
was an invitation or a joke.  A let him twist for a couple of heartbeats
before letting him off the hook.

   "Oh, come on, you earned it.  Cop a feel if you want, I don't mind at
all.  Just don't call me ma'am again, OK?"

   "You got it!" he said, finally willing to let himself openly gawk at my
breasts.  He actually licked his lips.''

   "Don't be afraid, hon, they're not the kind that bite," I said, stepping
a bit closer to him and thrusting my chest out.  I was close enough to him
that I could feel the heat from his breath on my naked shoulder and the
side of my neck.

   His hands shook as they reached out, but they were nice and warm from
carrying pizzas.  I let him run his hands over them and use his thumb to
explore my hard nipples.  Shocks of pleasure made me groan and purr.  The
tingles running up my spine from his touch were amplified by the excitement
of knowing Ashley was secretly watching my brazen sluttery.  I almost
wanted to tell Pizza Boy that a naked, preteen nymph was watching him grope
me just to see his reaction.  I didn't, of course, but thinking about it
lit my cunt's fires.  Could he smell my pussy?

   After a few seconds of pawing, I gently stepped back, out of his reach,
and he got the hint and withdrew his hands.

   "Cool!" he said.  "Hey, uh...  is this like one of those old porn
movies, you know, pizza dude gets lucky?"

   "Fraid not tonight, pizza dude.  My husband and I have a new sexy little
girlfriend to play with tonight and we don't feel like sharing just yet."

   His jaw hit the floor.  He scopped it back and managed to regain his
composure rather quickly.  "That's all right, it's still my lucky night. 
I'll let you get back to your fun, enjoy the pizza!"

   "Thanks!"

   "No!  Thank you!" he said and turned to leave.  I was stuffing my fun
bags back into my robe when he looked back and said, "Oh, and just so you
know, that's one awesome pair you got there."

   And with that, he lifted the brim of the stupid baseball cap they make
the delivery guys wear like a cowboy in the old west and turned back around
and swaggered his way back to his car.

   As soon as I closed the door, Ashley came running into the atrium, and
her mouth was running as fast as she was.

   "Ohmigosh, Mom, that was soooooo cool, Mom I wanna be just like you, his
eyes totally popped out of his head just like in a cartoon, he was kinda
cute, too, huh?  I wanna do it next time, can I?  I probably hafta wait
until I have boobs or it won't work, I could show my pussy, though, I bet
guys wanta see that, how many times have you done this before?  You're so
awesome, Mom, I can't believe how bold you are, hey the pizza smells good I
guess I am hungry, but I'm horny too, I wish dad was watching also, he
doesn't mind you doing that, right, I guess not since you did all that
stuff in those movies and he didnt mind that, you let him touch your boobs,
I can't believe that, he's a total stranger, that's awesome, I bet he tells
all his friends about it, does it bother you if he tells his friends about
you?  I bet it felt really good when he was touching you, I got we just
watching, I bet you got really wet when he touched you, oh, hey, you
ordered breadsticks too, awesome!"

   I'm pretty sure she didn't even breathe during all of that.  While she
was carrying on I handed her the bottle of soda so she could carry that as
well.  She was skipping along beside me as I made my way back out to the
hot tub where I was pleased to see Steve had already gotten some napkins
and paper plates, plus a glass for Ashley and a few more beers for us.

   The truth is, Ashley's excitement made me feel pretty proud of myself,
the sexy, adventurous, slutty, nutty, nympho soccer-MILF, and my daughter's
admiration fed my vanity.  By the time I made it outside, I was strutting
like the proud showoff I was.

   Steve took the pizzas from me and asked, "Are we eating at the table or
in the tub?"

   "More fun in the tub."

   Ashley handed the soda to Steve and helped herself to a quick squeeze of
his cock.

   "So, did Mommy tip him well?"

   "Yup, VERY well!" she said, "Didn't you, Mom?"

   "Sure did.  I'll let her tell you about it in a second," I said, and
then opened up my robe, and let it slide down my body.  I spread my feet
apart and used my fingers to open my vulva and expose my button.  "Letting
that guy feel me up made me crazy horny and I really need to cum really
fuckin bad.  Ashley, baby, since you're the one who wanted me to do it, I
think you should eat Mommy's cunt, OK?"

   She grinned and nodded enthusiastically.  I put my hand on her bare
shoulder and pushed her to her knees.  She shuffled forward a bit until her
face was right in front my crotch.  I grabbed the back of her head,
wrapping my fingers in her wet hair, and pulled her mouth to my soaking
pussy.

   "Oh, FUCKING GOD!"

   The moment her lips and her tongue touched me, my whole body went hyper
sensitive.  A thick rush of pleasure erupted deep inside my gut and spread
out to my skin.  I curled the fingers in Ashley's hair even tighter,
pulling her against me even harder.  I'm sure it hurt, but I didn't care
and she seemed to like it, lapping at my pussy faster and deeper.  I juiced
up hard and felt her lips become slick with my honey.

   Soon Steve was by us, kneeling down to get a close-up of the action.  I
moaned again, then again and again.

   "Oh, she loves the way you're sucking Mommy's pussy, honey.  Yeah,
that's right, eat your slutty mom's slutty cunt, Ashley, you're gonna maker
her cum so hard, baby."

   Steve's dirty talk was driving me wild, and since I didn't think I could
pull Ashley's hair any harder without ripping it out, I ran my free hand
into my own hair and pulled it hard.  I gasped at the pain but not because
it hurt but because it felt so fucking good.  I started thrusting my hips,
fucking my little girl's face with my clit.  I twisted my fistfull of hair
even harder, gasping at the way ecstasy transformed pain into heat and
shuddering when I loosened my grip as pleasure rushed up through me.

   Steve kept on with his vulgar cheering: "Goddamn, that's so fucking hot,
seeing my little baby girl being used like a whore by her own mother.  I
bet it was so hot seeing her be all nasty with a total stranger, huh? 
You're so fucking lucky, baby slut, so fucking lucky to have such a dirty
slut as your mom so she can teach you what a real whore acts."

   Steve grabbed a handful of my ass.  I felt an amazing vibration from
Ashley's mouth.  She was groaning in pleasure and it rattled my clit
perfectly.  I was so deep into my pleasure that I was having trouble making
my eyes go where I wanted to, but when they did, I saw that Ashley had
started masturbating herself.  The faster she moved her hand, the harder
she moaned.  The motion of her hand made her head bounce against me.

   With Steve holding me, I could lean back against him.  His warm chest
supported my shoulders and I arched my back, spreading my thighs even wider
and thrusting my hungry cunt further down her fingers and harder against
her mouth.

   "Oh, fuck!  Baby, that feels -- aahhh -- so fucking good," I squealed,
"Oh, god, yeah!  Eat me like a fucking whore!  More, baby, fuuuuuuck god
MORE!  I'm a dirty fucking slut, a dirty slutty fucking whore!"

   "Make your slutty nasty mom cum, Ashley.  Show her you know how to work
a cunt like her's," commanded Steve.

   She stopped licking and planted her lips around my clit, sucking it like
a cock.  I nearly screamed as my orgasm hit me like a truck hitting a wall.
I thrashed my head against Steve's chest.  If he hadn't wrapped an arm
around my ribs, I'd have collapsed.  My whole body was shaking.  Juice ran
from my vulva down Ashley's arm in big wet drops.

   I came so hard that soon my pussy was hyper-sensitive and I nearly
pulled Ashley off it until I saw how close she was to her own orgasm.  Her
tongue on my clit sent unbearably intense sensations all over me, from my
face down to the soles of my feet.  I didn't know if I could stand anymore
but I wasn't about to interrupt Ashley's orgasm.

   Mercifully, I only had to endure the torture for a few more seconds.  As
soon as she began to cum she pulled her fingers out of my pussy, lifted her
mouth off my clit and shouted in short, ravaged breaths.  Her whole body
went rigid.  I watched in fascination as she squirmed on the wooden deck,
one hand blurred in motion between her thighs, the other digging her tiny
nails into my calf.  It was so hot seeing this that I nearly ordered Steve
to fuck her virgin brains out but managed to hold back.  Even when the
orgasm passed, she kept her eyes clenched shut, her fingers tighty grabbing
my leg and her hand pressed tight against her vagina.

   I had to tap her on the head to bring her back to reality.  She looked
up at me like I woke her up from a dream, confused momentarily as she
realized she wasn't floating on a cloud.

   "Ashley, baby, you were incredible!" I said.  She smiled in pride.

   "I hope the pizza isn't cold!" she finally said, "I'm starving!  And
thirsty!"

   "Well, do we need to take care of this first?" I asked, lightly stroking
Steve's now hard cock.

   "Actually, I wanto eat first," said Steve.

   "Really?!  Patience of a Sphinx!" I said.

   "Well, we promised our little sex grasshopper here that we'd let her
watch us fuck, and I want to make sure I'm going to be at my best.  Plus,
I'm starving too."

   Seemed fair to me.

   Dinner was fun.  We ate in the hot tub, which is always a treat but
plays hell with the filter.  We all kept sneaking gropes and kisses from
each other.  We even let Ashley have a swig or two of beer, which she
thought tasted "like crap".

   "Hey, Ashley," I said, finishing off my beer, "you know why you and I
are lucky?"

   "Why?" she asked.

   "Well, you and I don't have anything to do tomorrow.  School's out for
you and I'm a stay-at-home mom." I turned to Steve, leaning in close. 
"Now, Daddy, on the other hand, he has to go to work, and spend the whole
day thinking about all the sexy fun he could be having if he weren't at
work.  I don't see how he could get any work done, at all.  If it were me,
I'd be waaaaayyyy too distracted to be able to make any meaningful
contribution.  If it were me, I'd just hate having to work tomorrow, and
wouldn't be able to shake the thought that since it's Friday, if I were
somehow not at work, I'd be able to have the best three-day weekend ever.
I'd probably even begin to think that I should have called in sick.  I tell
ya, honey, your Daddy is in for a rough day tomorrow, don't ya think?"

   "Yeah, sucks to be him!" she giggled.  Twelve hours ago, I'd have
scolded her for using the word 'sucks'.  But I'm letting that slide now
that I'm teaching her to literally do it.

   "You know, now that you mention it," Steve said.  "I think I'm -- cough,
cough -- I think I'm coming down with something.  For some reason I'm
getting really hot, and there's this weird stiffness below my belly.  You
know, I don't know if I'm sick or not, but if I am, I'd hate to spread that
to any of my co-workers.  I think I'd better call in sick, and spend the
day in bed."

   "Yayyyy!  Don't worry, Mommy and me will be your nurses, we'll make you
feel much better!"

   "'Mommy and I', honey, 'Mommy and I will be your nurses'" I corrected.

   They both looked at me like I was insane.  I cracked open another beer
and tried to pretend I wasn't.

   We finished off the pizza and I had a nice buzz going from the booze.  I
think Steve did too.  At any rate, soon he was asking Ashley whether I
showed her the best feature of a jacuzzi.

   "I don't think so," she said, so innocently.

   "Shame on you, Julie!  Well, it's time you learned why your mom calls
them 'magic jets'."

   Well, needless to say, it didn't take long for Steve to teach Ashley how
to thrust her pussy up against the jets and get a nice cum from them.  I
realized he had an ulterior motive when he had her turn around and spread
her ass and let the jets shoot against her tight little pucker as well.

   "It feels good, but it feels better when it's shooting against my clit,"
said Ashley.

   "I know, honey, but I think what's coming next is really the fun part,"
I told her, winking at Steve.  "I think Daddy is going to teach you about
rim jobs."

   "What's that?" she asked.

   "Funny you should ask," Steve said, sliding a finger betweeen her cheeks
and rubbing her little rosebud, cleaning off anything the jets might have
missed.  "Here, lean over the edge, like this."

   He lifted her and bend her over the hot tub's ledge.  Fuck, her ass
looked so hot, glistening wet and white as snow.  I moved to get a better
view, which (not coincidentally) also let me find a jet of my own to rinse
off my sphincter with.  Steve knelt behind her and spread her cheeks.  He
looked at me with an evil grin and wagged my tongue around at him.

   "Well, honey, this is rimming!" he said, and slowly brought his lips to
her spread ass.  First he kissed and licked one globe, then the other. 
Ashley smiled and sighed, but was clearly a bit unimpressed.  That changed
as his lips and tongue started inching closer and closer, and she gasped in
surprise when he rounded the curve just outside her hole.

   He took a deep breath and planted the most loving, fatherly, gentle kiss
that has ever been placed on a little girl's asshole.  She sighed, then
started giggling as his tongue joined his lips, and then she shrieked when
he swiped and flicked at her hole swiftly with his tongue.

   "Ha ha ha ha heee heee!  That tickles, Daddy!"

   Her asshole clenched and released under the assault by Steve's tongue.
Soon she got used to the new sensation and let herself relax.

   "You're not grossed out doing that?  I mean, I poop from there!"

   "No, I love it!  Does it gross you out, honey?" he asked.

   "Not anymore!  It feels kinda good.  It feels -- oh!  That feels really
good!"

   Steve had started working his tongue inside her ass.  Just a bit, but
this was the first time she ever experienced something going in rather than
out of her backside.  She looked at me and blushed, and I would have tried
to reassure her with a smile, but I was lost in my arousal and could only
leer.

   "You wanna try that, Mommy?" she asked.

   "I'd like to see that too," said Steve, moving aside to make room for
me.

   I got behind her, placing my hands where Steve's had been.  I squeezed
that perfect preteen ass, spreading it, loving how smooth her skin felt
against my puckered fingertips.  I wanted to start slowly, sensuosly, but I
couldn't control myself.  As soon as I tasted that tart, forbidden fruit,
warm and wet with my husband's spit, I lost control.  I dove in like fat
people at a buffet.  Her incredibly tight asshole was like a challenge, and
I was determined to tongue-fuck her.  My pointed tongue worked its way
inside her.  If I had a cock, I'd have fucked that ass right then and
there. To this day, Steve's self control in those early days is
unbelievable to me.

   Soon my blood was pumping through me and I was pure lust.  Ashley's
scent, her taste, hearing her moan and feeling her tiny body squirming
underneath my hands lit a raging fire deep inside my guts.  I've only been
this aroused, this excited, this hungry a few other times in my whole life
and with the crazy fucked-up shit I've done that's really saying something.
And it came out of nowhere!  Just minutes earlier, I was relaxing with
pizza and beer and pretty horny but well within reason.  Now as I devoured
Ashley's hot little shitter, I became an animal -- no thoughts, just need.
Fuck, 'need' isn't even the right word.  I don't think there is one.  It's
like anything that wasn't pleasure was unbearable pain.  I needed sex like
a drowning person needs air.

   I pulled my face out of my daughter's ass and said, "Fuck me!  Steve,
it's time for you to fuck the shit out me!"

   It wasn't a question, it was an order.



   8.  Finally!  Fucking!

   I don't remember getting out of the tub, or walking to the bedroom or
climbing onto our bed.  I don't remember what any of us said.  Steve told
me later I didn't even pick up a towel, I just ran in the house and hopped
into bed soaking wet.  Ashley told me later that I looked crazy and was
snarling as I begged Steve to fuck me.  She also told me she could smell my
pussy as soon as she followed Steve into our room.  I was already on the
bed, holding my legs apart and pulled up, my ankles almost behind my head.

   The first thing I remember was feeling Steve's cock enter me in one
forceful thrust.  It would have hurt if my cunt wasn't drenched in my own
juice.  Instead it felt like that breath of air for the drowning.  It was
pleasurable, of course, but it was relief too.  Until his cock entered me,
I wasn't just horny, I was suffering.  Once it was inside me, my body
spasmed in ecstasy.

   He pounded into me a dozen times.  I was on the verge of an unimaginably
good orgasm when he pulled out.

   I nearly punched the motherfucker.  If I thought it was possible to hit
him without limping up his dick, I probably would have.  Instead, I did the
next best thing, I yelled out, "No!  What are you doing to me?  Put it
back, baby, I need it, put it back in me and fuck me!" I had an expression
of anger and pathetic begging all at the same time.  Grown ups never look
like that, but if you've ever taken a toy away from a toddler, you've seen
that face before.

   Steve flopped onto his back, his hard cock flat against his stomach.

   "Get on top of me, you slut, reverse cowgirl.  I want Ashley to have a
better view."

   Somewhere deep inside of me, I felt annoyed that while I needed a rough
hard pounding, Steve wanted to fuck like porn stars, showing off for an
audience.  But that emotion was overwhelmed by my need for his cock.  I
couldn't deny anything he wanted, anything his penis wanted, any more than
a light bulb could deny a switch.  I could only obey.

   And he knew it, too.  Something in the way I reacted told him that I was
his, completely, lost in sexual servitude to my man and his big dick.  So
when I climbed on top of him he grabbed my buttocks and held me above his
cock.  He didn't have the right leverage for him to keep me from lowering
myself if I wanted to, but I wasn't about to because he didn't want me to
and I was in this state of lust-fueled hypnosis.

   All I could do was whimper.  But since I knew it must be turning him on,
I didn't mind whimpering.

   "Give me your hands, honey, don't touch yourself," he said softly.  How
did he know I was thinking about risking a much-needed rub on my clit?  I
bit my lower lip and put my hands behind my back.  He crossed them behind
me and held them with one hand.  God-fucking-damn that turned me on so
much! I was soaking wet and so horny I was shaking.

   "Hey, Little Princess, you got a good view of us?" Steve asked.  "You
can see mommy's cunt up close, right, Little Princess?"

   "Yes, Daddy!" she said.  I loved hearing him using her pet name while we
were all naked.

   Ashley was laying on her stomach, in between Steve's spread legs.  She
was watching this little exhibition of sexual power play with those
innocent, childish eyes opened wide.  I was so jealous that she got to
masturbate while I couldn't do anything but beg, especially since seeing
her hips and ass writhing was turning me on even more.

   "Do you want to help Daddy fuck Mommy, Little Princess?" Steve asked.  I
gasped at how fucking dirty this question was.

   "Yeah!"

   "Say it for us, baby, I want to hear you ask to help," he said.

   "Daddy, can I help you fuck Mommy?  Please, Daddy?  I'll do whatever you
want!"

   FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!  Read that sentence back to yoursef in a little
girl's voice.  I'm not fucking kidding.  Close your eyes, imagine my little
girl, naked and masturbating, asking in her childish voice to help us have
sex, telling us she'll do whatever he wants.

   "Uggnnnhhhh..." I moaned.  Ashley looked up at me and met my eyes.  I
have no idea what the expression on my face was at that moment, but I know
she'd never seen it before.  Her eyes went wide open.  A lock of her hair
fell forward, covering up one of her eyes.  I tried pulling one of my hands
away so i could brush her hair back, but Steve wasn't letting me have any
freedom with my hands.  The harder I tried to pull my hands away, the
harder he gripped my wrists.  Half of me was almost angry, the other half
thrilled at his control.

   "OK, Little Princess.  Grab my cock and hold it up.  Point it straight
at your mother's cunt."

   She reached a hand out and hesitantly touched it, like checking if a
stove was hot.  She wrapped her hand around it and lifted it up.

   "It's really leaking a lot, Daddy!"

   I was so glad to hear that.  I needed to know that he was as turned on
as I was.

   "Why don't your rub some of that juice around the head, honey?" he said.
She used her thumb, and I could hear the wet squish as she smeared the tip
of his cock with precum.  I involuntarily tried to lower myself onto it but
he pushed my ass and my crossed wrists, reminding me he was calling the
shots.  I clenched my eyes in frustration.

   "Now, hold it there and watch closely, Little Princess, ok?"

   "Like this?" she said.

   "Yeah, Ashley, just like that.  Hold it up so Mommy can slide my cock up
her pussy!"

   Do you remember that thrilling rush you got the first time you ever
looked at porn?  Or the first time you french kissed or the first time you
let someone take your clothes off?  That feeling of "Oh my god, this is
soooo dirty but I love it!" sweeping through you and you almost felt
ashamed or scared because it was such a new experience?  I hadn't felt that
in years, not since I was Ashley's age, but suddenly my head was spinning
with that sensation.

   "....please...." I begged quietly.

   "Here it comes, Julie," he said.

   He slowly guided me down.  I tried to go faster but as soon as I did he
stopped lowering me until I gave up and let him take control again.  I felt
Ashley's breath against my pussy.  Her eyes were riveted on our genitals.

   The last half inch of space separating him from me seemed to take
forever, but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds.  The closer I
got to having his cock inside me, the more of an animal I became.  A real
bitch in heat.  I was on the verge of panic that he'd stop just to show he
could, but he needed my body as much as I needed his.

   The final millimeter separating us took an unbearably long blink of an
eye, thn suddenly OH MY GOD!  FUCK, YESSSSS!!!!!!  My slobbering pussy lips
spread easily, and I felt the unbelievable pleasure of being filled with
hot stone.  I felt the slight curvature of his cock stretching my pussy and
pressing all these different spots on the inside of my cunt.  And he was so
hard!

   I kept sinking down further onto him.  My eyes were closed and as I slid
down I let out a long, high-pitched sigh.  I was breathing so hard and my
heart pounded wildly beneath my breasts.  And then out of nowhere,
something was pressing against my vulva, something warm and bony.

   "Holy shit!" I said, gasping and looking down.  It was Ashley's hand I
felt, still wrapped around her Daddy's cock.  As soon as I realized what I
was feeling, I started shaking in something like fear -- only heavenly. 
Steve groaned and I wanted to see the pleasure I was giving him on his
face, but I didn't dare take my eyes off Ashley.  He let go of my ass but
kept his grip on my wrists.  I rose and fell a couple of times, loving the
feeling but also hungry to have him deeper inside of me.

   "Honey," I whispered, and Ashley read my meaning and let go of the cock
as I drove myself downward.  I swallowed Steve down to the base of his
shaft, and Ashley held her fingers out and let the tips brush against my
clit when it passed by.  The double jolt of pleasure from the complete
penetration and the friction of Ashley's fingers nearly made me collapse.

   She kept her fingers rubbing me in small circles as I rose back up.  I
couldn't stand it.

   "Oh, baby!  Please stop, I don't want to cum yet!" I begged her.

   "OK" she said, but not before giving me one extra sensuous fondle.  Then
she sucked my juice off her fingers while keeping her eyes glued to the
obscene sight in front of her.

   "Ugghhh!  Ugghhh!!!  Deeper, Daddy, deeper!" I cried.  I just called my
husband 'Daddy'.  And not as roleplay, but because I realized I liked
calling him 'Daddy' as he fucked me.  I was too worked up to think about it
then, but it was that moment that I decided I just like saying 'Daddy'
during sex.  The word feels so warm and tasty in my mouth.

   I panted and moaned some more as I fucked him and he fucked me.  His
hips rose to drive his perfect fucking cock deeper and deeper into my hole.
I squeezed him as hard as I could and heard him swear and finally let go of
my arms.  As soon as they were free, I let myself fall forward, landing my
palms onto his sweaty, hairy thighs, using the leverage to slam harder and
harder up and down his cock.  Ashley had to move back a bit to make room,
so she straightened up and we were looking each other right in the eye.

   "Enjoying the show, sexy?" I heard myself say.

   "I fucking love it, Mom!  You two look so sexy like this!" she said. 
"I'm so turned on right now!"

   "Same here!  I can't believe how hot it makes me letting you watch us
fuck!" I turned around to see Steve.  His neck was craned trying to see as
much of me and Ashley as he could.  "Hey Daddy, does it turn you on as much
as it turns us on?  Knowing your little girl is watching you fuck me like a
goddamn dirty fucking whore?  She's getting so wet seeing you use me like
the fucking slut I am!"

   His face was red and covered in sweat.  He was breathing hard but
managed to answer.

   "Hell yeah!  Oh, hell yeah!  Show her what a real slut is like!  Ashley,
your Mommy is so nasty in bed!  She's the wildest, sexiest woman I've ever
known.  You wanna know how big a slut she is, Ashley?  Tell her, Mommy. 
Tell our Little Princess how many men you've fucked in one night.  Tell her
about our anniversary party!"

   Oh fuck, somehow I didn't want to reveal this.  After everything we did
tonight, it turned out there's something that still scares me to reveal to
Ashley.

   "How many, Mommy?  I wanna know!"

   "Are you sure about this?" I asked Steve while he kept thrusting harder
into me.  I prayed he'd reconsider and let me off the hook and spare me the
humiliation, but I knew he wouldn't and I was frightened and grateful at
the same time.  I was so fucked up with lust at that moment I craved the
shame admitting this to our daughter would bring.

   "She wants to know, darling.  Tell her."

   I hesitated, but didn't stop thursting.  Please don't make me do this.

   "Tell her!"

   I looked in my daughter's wide eyes.  She had no idea the torment I was
in.  She thought this was all fun and games.  And then Steve grabbed my
hips and held them still, his cock barely inside of me.  The meaning was
clear: Confess or no more candy.

   I took a deep breath and held her stare and didn't close my eyes.

   "Seven....teen.  Seventeen, baby," I said.  Steve slammed me down on his
cock and I was on the verge of either crying or cumming.

   "Really??!!  Seventeen?!!"

   Guilt and humiliation tore through me.

   "Yes, Ashley.  Seventeen different guys had sex with me in one night on
our second anniversary." Something stirred inside me as I told her. 
"Seventeen, and more than half of them were complete strangers.  I don't
even remember most of their names.  I let seventeen guys gangbang the shit
out of me, and I loved it!"

   That stirring inside me.  Holy shit, it was fucking pride!  I wasn't
ashamed anymore, I was fucking proud of being a slut again!  How the hell
did he know I needed to tell her this tonight?  I love Steve so much.

   "It lasted over six hours, and I could barely walk for days afterwards.
Seventeen guys and they fucked my pussy and my mouth and fucked me up my
ass.  They peed on me and called me filthy names and made me lick their
assholes.  I don't even remember how many times they came in me or on my
face.  I fucking loved being slutty for all of them.  They spanked me and
spat on me and slapped my tits and my face and pulled my hair and I just
kept cumming and cumming and begging for more."

   "Weren't you scared?" she asked.

   Steve kept fucking me, harder and harder.

   "Very, some of them had HUGE cocks.  But being scared made it more
exciting.  And you want to know the really fucked up part?" I asked. 
Telling her all this was sending me over the edge.  I was on the threshold
of a huge fucking orgasm.  Every word and every thrust brought me closer
and closer.  "This was your daddy's anniversary present to me!  He asked me
what I want and I told him I wanted the biggest gangbang of my life.  And
he set it up for me!  Can you believe that?"

   "Wow, that's awesome, Mom!  What did you give Daddy as a present?"

   "Tell you later!" I said quickly.  The train was coming into the station
fast and I wanted her on board.  I straightened up, slammed myself
forcefully onto Steve's cock and ground myself against him.  I grabbed
Ashley and pulled her to me, face to face, and shoved my tongue down her
throat.  As soon as I was in her mouth, I started to orgasm.  I wrapped
both my arms around her tight and kissed her forcefully and saw bright red
spots behind my closed eyelids as I screamed into her mouth.  My cunt
gushed -- again!  -- as the orgasm crested.  I twisted my torso back and
forth, rubbing electrified nipples across the skin of my daughters chest
and over the silky locks of her hair caught between us.  As soon as it
began to pass, another one started, a smaller, more humane cum but strong
enough that I clenched my fingers and scratched Ashley's smooth and perfect
back.

   Steve kept fucking me, harder and harder.

   I stopped kissing her so I could scream louder, and released one of my
claws so I could finger her clit while I came and I pressed my forehead
into her shoulder for support as I shuddered hard.  Just as I was coming
down from my orgasm, Ashley started hers.  Her pussy was soaked -- not as
much as mine but still wet enough that my fingers made sloshing noises as I
molested her.  She threw her head back and and screamed, "Yes!  Yes!  Right
there!  Don't stop, mommy, don't-- YES!"

   Steve kept fucking me, harder and harder.

   She grabbed my left tit squeezed hard, crushing it against me.  I could
see veins popping out on her forehead.  She grabbed my hand to make me stop
rubbing, she'd peaked and was hypersensitive.  Still moaning and purring
from pleasure, we heaved in each others arms while the scent of our juices
filled my nostrils.

   "Oh, and to answer your question," I whispered, "I got him a
Playstation."

   She laughed.  I kissed her throat and then tossed her down on the bed
beside her Daddy.

   Then I got up off of Steve.

   "No!  I'm so close!" he screamed.  He made a grab for my hips to slam me
back down, but then thought better of it -- I guess the scales had shifted.
I considered taking revenge on him for teasing me so fiercely before, but
decided I could save that for another night.  I was dying to have his hot
cum flooding my cunt, and didn't feel like waiting.

   "Don't worry, honey," I said and fell on my back next to him, spreading
my legs wide, "I'm just changing positions so you can slam the shit out of
me while you cum.  After that, I think it'd be hot if Ashley ate your load
right out of my pussy."

   "Fuck!  Wild woman!" he said.  And that's all he said.  He climbed
between my thighs, grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulders.  He
looked over at Ashley to make sure she was watching and then pressed
himself back into me.  He wrapped his arms around me like I was a little
teddy bear and thrust deeply into me, as hard as he could.  I didn't think
I'd be able to have another orgasm but feeling him slam me against the
mattress and the way his body pressed against mine lit me up, and soon I
started buiding one up inside me again.

   Ashley rubbed her pussy with slow lazy strokes, and I heard her softly
saying, "Wow, fuck her daddy, fuck her real hard.  That looks so hot!"

   Steve was grunting, his forehead pressed against the side of my neck.  I
spread my legs wide to take him as deeply as I could.  When that wasn't
enough I bent them back, resting my knees on his broad shoulders.  We were
both so sweaty that they kept slipping off until Steve grabbed the back of
my thighs and pushed them against me, pinning them in place.

   In this position, Steve was hitting my g-spot like a marksman, and
suddenly we were in a race to see who'd get off first.  My body was tensing
up and I was a minute from peaking when he let go of my kneed, collapsed
onto me and started giving me one magnificent, hard deep thrust after
another.  His grunts smoothed into one continuous sound of deep pleasure. I
started to cum just a second after he slowed down, spent, releasing my legs
and smothering me with kisses.  I was too close to stop so I grabbed his
ass and pulled him as deeply into my body as I could.  I ground my hips
against him, using his pubic bone to stimulate my clit.  I climaxed while
his cock softened inside of me, not as strongly as before but I don't think
I could have handled another one like that on top of all the other orgasms
I'd had that day.

   Steve rolled off of me and I raised my knees and curled my hips up a bit
to keep as much of his semen from leaking out of me.

   I sighed and let myself recover for a moment, then turned my head to
Ashley, who had started rubbing her hands over my sweat-slicked torso. 
"Hey, baby, so, you want to try eating Daddy's cum outta my pu--"

   "Yeah!"

   I guess she was hungry.  And to think, a couple of hours earlier, she
had to force herself to swallow his jizz.  She hopped between my legs and I
propped myself up on my elbows to see her as she started lapping away.  I
squeezed with my cunt muscles to force out as much as I could, but if she
wanted to lick the bowl clean, she'd have to use her fingers.  Her mouth
was so nice and soft after the hard pounding I had just taken.  She was
like a cute little kitten lapping up spilt milk.  Steve watched her with
the same perverse thrill I did, stroking his soft cock.

   "Here's a few droplets more, baby," he said, holding his cock out to
her, and she stuck out her tongue to catch the fat droplet of juice
sloooooowly oozing out, then very politely gave his dick a tongue bath,
washing it clean.  Steve was slack-jawed seeing how eagerly his little girl
swallowed every drop she could.

   Soon she was back at my pussy, digging her tiny tongue as deeply inside
of me as she could, and then using her fingers to scoop out the rest.  It
felt heavenly, and if I had it in me to do so, I'd have cum again, it was
so erotic.  But I didn't, my muscles were weak and my arms shook just
trying to hold myself up.  I realized I was thirsty as hell but I didn't
want to move until Ashley was finished.

   So I flopped back down on my back, and just let myself enjoy the
sensation.  I wiped sweat out of my eyes and felt tingling all over my
body. Heaven.

   "Let me have a taste, little princess," I heard Steve say, and watched
as he started frenching Ashley.  They swapped the remnants of his cum and
my honey between them while Ashley slid her fingers inside me again to get
whatever was left.  She pulled them out and held them up to him.  He took
one finger into his mouth and sucked it clean, then guided the other to me.
I opened my lips and tasted her tiny, slimy finger as it invaded my mouth.

   Then Ashley climbed up my body straddling my stomach and stretching her
wet pussy out over abdomen.  She bent down and we kissed, and my tongue
sought out any pocket of cum left in her mouth but there was nothing left
but a sensual aftertaste.  Oh well, it was a good kiss anyways.

   When we were done, she laid down on the other side of Steve, resting her
head on his chest.

   "Is everyone as thirsty as I am?" I asked.  I got grunts that meant
'yes', so I told them I'd be back with some water, and climbed off the bed
and made my way on shaky, unsteady legs to the kitchen.

   I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge (very bad for the
environment, but perfect for occasions like this) and drank the entire
thing right there, with the frigid air cooling down my body.  I didn't even
have the energy to take it to the recycle bin, so I just tossed it in the
sink and grabbed a few more to bring back.

   By the time I walked back into the bedroom, Ashley was fast asleep,
snoring softly and drooling a bit onto Steve's chest.  I handed him a
bottle and he drank it nearly as fast as I drank mine.  I opened another
one and took a more reasonable sip and got into bed next to them.  We
kissed and looked into each others eyes and whispered "I love you" to each
other.  After resting for a few minutes, we started talking.

   I told him all about the day, everything that led to him coming home to
a changed world.  We talked about how happy we were that Ashley was so
excited to join in and learn, and how amazed we were that this was all
actually happening.  And then we got to the question that I know he was
dying to ask.

   "So, uh..." he said, "when do you think...  Not that I'm trying to rush
things or anything, I'm just curious, but uh, how long or ....  when will
she be ready for, uh..."

   "How long before you get to fuck Ashley?"

   He looked like a guilty dog, but a cute one.  "Well, yeah."

   "Well, I figure we should probably wait about a year."

   I knew that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear, but to his credit he
did his best to hide his disappointment, he knew I knew best.  But still,
his face was crestfallen.

   "Yeah, I guess that makes sense," he said bravely.

   It did make sense.  A year and she'd be ready -- I meant it.  Or at
least, I meant it right then.  I'll save you the suspense: As it happens,
we ended up waiting two weeks and two days, and it was only because of
Steve's patience that we even waited that long.