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 Negotiations

   Our little game started the first time I spent a Saturday afternoon
alone with my new girlfriend's twelve-year-old daughter, Tanya.  Maureen,
my girlfriend, was called into work on an emergency, thereby putting her
plans to take Tanya to the boardwalk at the shore in jeopardy.

   Nice guy that I am, I volunteered to step into the breach and escort the
child myself.  Maureen was thrilled that I'd be kind enough to spend the
day shuffling up and down the boardwalk with her daughter.

   Our very first negotiation occurred when the little one wanted a box of
taffy.  Her mother had specifically warned me against filling Tanya with
sugar, but when the pretty preteen looked up at me with sad, sad eyes and
said, "Pretty please, Mike!  I'll do ANYTHING for some taffy," she won the
battle.

   I hated to see the kid miserable, so I caved.  I leaned over and asked,
"What's in it for me?"

   She grinned slyly and asked, "How about a kiss?"

   Of course, I agreed.  She was a very tough negotiator.

   I expected her to give me a quick peck on the cheek and demand her box
of candy, but she smiled coyly and asked, "A kiss for the box or a kiss for
each piece?"

   No fool am I.

   I said, "Each piece, of course, Tanya."

   She reached up and placed a delicate kiss right on my mouth, "Deal!"

   I bought the taffy and gave her a piece, putting the box in my jacket
pocket.  For the balance of the afternoon, nearly every time I turned to
the pretty kid, she was puckered up, waiting to trade a kiss on her dainty
lips for a piece of candy.

   It surprised me that such tender, innocent kisses from a preteen could
keep me hard all day and make me think about her in ways that I wouldn't
have considered earlier that morning.

   As the supply of candy dwindled down, I began to tease her, telling her
that, with the supplies running low, each additional taffy was becoming
more and more valuable.  She took the bait and, sitting on a secluded bench
under a big old willow tree, she asked, "How about tongue kisses for the
rest?  I'm good at tongue kisses."

   The twelve-year-old wasn't exaggerating.  As soon as our lips met, her
wiggly tongue began to explore my lips.  She moaned once and opened her
mouth to me, inviting me to discover the delights of the inside of her
taffy-flavored mouth.

   We didn't move again for more than an hour.  One-by-one I fed her the
rest of the box of taffy, earning a five-minute tongue lashing for each
piece.

   Each kiss was a thing of beauty and, shocking to me, Tanya seemed to
enjoy making out with me.  She moaned for me each time my tongue touched
hers and she groaned in rhythm with me when I boldly fucked it in and out
of her mouth.

   By the time the box was finished, the preteen was looking at me with
stars in her eyes and, for the first time in my adult life, I wondered what
it would be like to actually fuck a sexually willing girl as young as
Tanya.

   When we finally abandoned our makeshift love-den, my tiny love grasped
my arm and hugged it as we walked to the car.  She was like a love-struck
puppy, watching me instead of watching where she was walking, She obviously
trusted me not to guide her into a pole or anything.

   We found the car after only a little bit of wandering and, once we were
inside, she said, "I know there's no more candy, but I would like another
kiss, please, Mike."

   I lifted the armrest and pulled the child into my arms, passionately
kissing her while my hands explored her back.  Her mouth came open in no
time and I accepted the invitation, tongue-fucking her mercilessly as she
moaned and panted in my arms.

   Twenty minutes later, when we finally broke it off, she stared into my
eyes and said, "I'm going to ask Mommy to marry you.  I need a new Daddy.
One that's handsome and can kiss me like you do."

   ***** *****

   Maureen was tapped out after her shift at the hospital so, when she got
home, I suggested we all go out for dinner.  She wanted a quick meal at the
local diner, but Tanya asked if we could go to Houlihan's.  She said they
had her favorite chicken fingers there.

   Acting like Solomon, I said, "Only if you put on your prettiest dress
and show your mother what a well-mannered young lady you can be."

   Maureen smiled at me when her daughter ran off to change.

   "You seem to have a good effect on her, Mike.  Did she behave at the
shore?" she asked.

   I thought back to all the tender, liquid kisses and my cock surged.

   "A perfect angel," I reported.  "She's a wonderful kid."

   Maureen beamed at the reflected praise and said, "I'm going to change,
too.  Can't have a twelve-year-old looking fancier than me!"

   ***** *****

   Tanya returned first and modeled her pretty dress for me.  It looked
like something a girl would wear on Easter or maybe to a school dance.  It
was mostly white and had pink roses all over it.  With it, she'd worn
black, flat shoes and white knee socks.

   "Beautiful," I gushed, amazed at how sexy and grown-up she looked in her
lacy finery.

   She smiled at the compliment and came closer to me.  I thought she was
seeking another kiss but, when her face was within inches of mine, she
said, "Can I wear panties with it, Mike?  Please?"

   I was taken aback and my shock must have shown.

   She giggled and explained, "You only said to put on a dress.  I HAD to
put on shoes and socks to go out but you never said anything about panties
or a bra, though."

   The grin on her pretty face told me that she was enjoying the effect her
words were having on me.  She was a vixen and she knew it.

   Out of my mind with lust for the preteen, I said, "Show me first.  So I
can decide."

   Unbelievably, Tanya stepped away from me and slowly lifted the hem of
the demure dress.  She bared her naked thighs to me first then, after
holding the pose for an instant, lifted the dress until her darling little
kidpussy came into view.  Her mound was puffy with a deep, pretty slit
separating its two sides.  Just above the top of the slit, there were a
smattering of fine, blond hairs ornamenting her swollen mound.  It was the
prettiest slice of girlflesh I'd ever seen.

   The preteen remained perfect still as I adored her, committing the sight
of her absolutely perfect little pussy to memory for some long, lonely
night.

   When I regained the ability to speak, I said, "Pink ones, Princess. 
Anything as beautiful as that needs to always be covered in pink."

   She beamed and, still holding her dress above her waistline, she
coquettishly asked, "Have you seen enough?"

   ***** *****

   True to her word, over dinner, Tanya bubbled about how wonderful I was
and how she wanted me to be her new Daddy.  She told Maureen that I was
handsome, kind, understanding and a `good catch'.

   I chuckled watching my girlfriend try to weather the assault, seeing her
get more and more agitated as Tanya's salesmanship went on.  Then,
surprising both Maureen and me, the twelve-year-old said, "It's getting
late, Mommy.  Maybe Mike should stay over.  It's too late to drive all the
way back to Connecticut."

   "Tanya!" Maureen scolded.  Our relationship was relatively new and we
hadn't had an opportunity to be intimate with each other yet.

   The preteen went on as if her mother hadn't spoken.  She looked right at
me and said, "You can't stay in my room `cuz the bed's too small.  But
Mommy has a nice big bed that'll fit the two of you."

   Maureen tried to laugh it off but, after we paid the check and made our
way out to the car, she whispered, "If you want to stay, Mike..."

   ***** *****

   Tanya changed into a long nightgown when we got home.  She said
goodnight to her mother with a kiss on the older woman's cheek and asked,
"Can you get me a big blanket, Mama?  I was cold last night."

   Maureen went down the hall to the linen closet, giving Tanya a chance to
give me a tongue-filled goodnight kiss.  When we broke it, she whispered,
"Please leave the door open, Mike.  I want to watch."

   I countered by asking, "Are you still wearing your pink panties,
Beautiful?"

   She bit her lip and nodded.

   "Give them to me," I said.

   Tanya checked the hallway for signs of Maureen then reached under her
nightgown, quickly pulling her underwear off and handing them to me.  They
were entirely soaked and I held them up to my nose for a moment, inhaling
the fresh, clear aromas of Tanya's naughty, young pussy and some delicate
perfume.

   "Please, Mike," she repeated.  "I want to watch."

   Maureen came back with a quilt and gave it to Tanya.  She gave her
daughter another kiss and shooed the kid up to bed.  She turned to me with
a nervous smile and said, "Give me ten minutes, Mike, then come up."

   While she was gone, I quickly ran out to my car and secreted away the
tiny ball of wet cloth that my little lover had given me.  I knew it was
destined to be a part of some masturbatory orgasm in the very near future.

   I joined Maureen in her bedroom and found her dressed in a long gown. 
It wasn't sexy or revealing and she looked as skittish as a kitten in a
room full of alarm clocks.  Leaving the door cracked open about an inch, I
approached her and took her into my arms to kiss her.

   "Please be gentle, Mike," she whispered.  "It's been a long, long time."

   As hot and needy as twelve-year-old Tanya was, Maureen was just as
frigid.  She was stiff when I kissed her, stiff when I hugged her and stiff
when I laid her down on the bed.

   "No... no... no," she moaned, over and over as I explored her body.  She
said it again as I slid the nightgown over her head.  And she kept saying
it as I suckled at her breasts, licked her pussy and, finally drove my cock
into her belly.

   At an opportune moment, as I was fucking Maureen from behind, I glanced
over at the door, seeing that it had been pushed a tad further open and a
pair of wide, staring eyes were looking at me.  For the next hour, I put on
a show for Tanya, fucking Maureen in every conceivable manner.  She must
have said `no' a thousand times, but she allowed me to work her over until
she was a sweaty wreck.

   When I felt like I'd exhausted my entire repertoire, I put Maureen on
her back, with her head at the foot of the bed.  I mounted her and looked
right into Tanya's eyes as I fucked Maureen for all I was worth, finally
cumming deep in the young mother's pussy while my preteen lover watched
from the doorway.

   ***** *****

   Maureen and I woke to a gentle make-out session.  She seemed to have
adjusted to having me in her bed and kissed me until my cock was hard
enough to hurt.

   "Tanya's going to be up soon," she warned.  "I'd better get in the
shower."

   She left and I pulled a sheet over my body.

   No sooner had the water begun running in the bathroom, than my
twelve-year-old nymph blustered into the room and jumped onto the bed.

   "Can I see it?" she asked, pointing to the lump in the covers.

   "What's in it for me?" I teased.

   She thought about it for a moment and said, "My boobies.  I haven't
shown you my boobies yet."

   "Deal!" I said, lowering the sheet and proudly showing my rock-hard cock
to young Tanya.

   Keeping her end of the bargain, Tanya slid the shoulder straps of her
gown down and lowered it until the world's most perfect breasts came into
view.  They were gloriously capped by twin pink nipples that looked
delicious enough to eat.

   She moved her hand towards me and asked, "Can I touch it?"

   "No," I said.  "That wasn't part of the deal.  How about you touch yours
and I'll touch mine?"

   I looked on with no small measure of primal lust as Tanya took her
precious little breasts into her hands and squeezed gently.  In return, I
grasped the root of my cock and pulled it a couple of times.

   We both heard the water shut off at the same time and scrambled to cover
ourselves.  But, before I could get the sheet around my body, the little
imp reached over and grasped my cock, squeezing it tightly until I pulled
her hand away.

   She giggled and said, "I owe you one!"

   ***** *****

   Tanya was a chatterbox all through breakfast.  She told her mother how
safe she felt having a "strong, handsome man around the house" and how
wonderful it'd be if Maureen and I got married so Tanya could always feel
safe and happy.

   Maureen looked pressured again and got up to do the dishes.  When her
back was turned, Tanya came around the table and plopped herself down on my
lap after pulling her nightgown up around her waist.  Under cover of the
massive wooden table, she grasped my hand and guided it between her thighs
until my finger was in her wetness.

   She whispered, "Now we're even, Daddy."

   I was very, very gentle with the horny child.  The last thing I wanted
to do was call attention to what I was doing while Maureen's back was
turned.  I tenderly rubbed my fingertips through Tanya's sopping wet slit,
feeling the entrance of her adolescent vagina.  When I tenderly touched her
clit, she sighed and closed her eyes.

   While trying to maintain a conversation about the hospital with Maureen,
I slowly and soothingly masturbated Tanya.  The preteen had a deathgrip on
my wrist, preventing me from stopping even if I had wanted to.

   Maureen finished the dishes and turned the water off.  Before she could
turn around, Tanya released my wrist and let me get it out of harm's way.
The preteen then put her arms around me and said, "Can we keep him, Mommy?
Please?"

   "Tanya!" my girlfriend scolded.  "That's up to me and him."

   ***** *****

   After breakfast, Tanya changed into a one-piece bathing suit and the
three of us went out into their backyard to enjoy the beautiful weather. 
We just sort of relaxed for an hour or so, taking in the warm springtime
sun and talking about nothing in particular.

   I have to admit that, every so often, I put my fingers to my nose to
smell the scent of my pretty little woman.  Her lingering aroma was enough
to keep me hard the entire hour.

   "Can I get a bikini, Mom?" Tanya asked, getting up from her lounger to
walk in front of her mother.

   "Absolutely not, Young Lady," Maureen replied.  "You're too young to be
showing off like that!"

   The lovely angel pouted for effect and said, "Please, Mommy!"

   Adamantly, my girlfriend replied, "Twelve is too young for bikinis,
Tanya."

   The sexy kid looked at me imploringly and walked behind her mother.  She
put her hands in front of her breasts like she was praying and used her
eyes to entice me to plead on her behalf.

   With a smile, I shook my head `no'.

   Standing where her mother couldn't see her, Tanya slowly lifted her tee
shirt and cupped her beautiful little breasts in her hands.  Looking right
into my eyes, she mouthed, "Please, Daddy?"

   I studied her fingertips as they caressed her pebbly nipples.  She bit
her lip and looked down at the floor, making me desire her more than
anything I'd wanted in my life.

   I nodded to the child, who covered herself quickly, and I said, "How
about a compromise, Maureen?  Your backyard is private enough.  Maybe she
can get a bikini to wear here in the yard... if she promises not to let any
boys see her in it."

   Capitalizing on the opportunity, Tanya said, "Please, Mommy!  I won't
wear it to the beach.  Just here with you and Daddy."

   Maureen scolded, "Don't call him that, Tanya.  You're making him
uncomfortable."

   I didn't have the heart to disagree with my girlfriend.

   "Why not, Mommy?" she asked.  "We've been alone for five years now."

   "Shhh..." Maureen said.

   "She's a good kid," I put in.  "Maybe a little more freedom would be
just the thing for her."

   "I don't know," Maureen said, sitting up.  "She's growing up too fast."

   "I think she's growing up perfectly," I added.

   Letting her defenses drop, my girlfriend finally said, "If that's what
you really want, Tanya.  But not out of the yard."

   ***** *****

   Even though I was still wearing my clothes from the day before, I hung
out with the girls all afternoon.  Tanya paraded a cavalcade of catalogs
past her mother and me, showing us the kind of suit she wanted.  They were
pretty and not overtly sexual.

   Eventually, Maureen gave in and told her daughter that she could order
one from their computer in the den.  Tanya happily jumped up and ran out of
the room.

   "You're a bad influence on her, Mike," Maureen playfully scolded me.  "I
think she likes you too much."

   We lazed on the sofa for a while, watching some insipid movie, until
Maureen fell asleep.  As if she'd been waiting for that exact moment,
Tanya's head appeared around the corner and she wiggled her finger at me,
beckoning me to follow her.

   I got up quietly and joined my little love at her laptop.  The screen
was showing a bikini that'd get her arrested in forty-nine out of the fifty
states.

   "How about I get this one, Daddy?" she teased.  "You could almost see my
boobies!"

   I leaned over her shoulder, right next to her ear and said, "Tits,
Angel. Naughty girls like you say `tits'."

   Tanya moaned and whispered, "You'd be able to see my tits, Daddy."

   I placed my finger on the screen, right on the model's crotch and asked,
"Can I see this, too?"

   She gulped and looked up at me for approval to say the nasty word I was
hinting at.  I nodded and she whispered, "My cunt, Daddy?"

   "Mmmm," I said, massaging her slim shoulders.  "Just perfect, Angel."

   I reached down her front and cupped her pretty breasts through the shirt
she'd changed into.  Without a bra, they felt soft and warm.

   She rested the back of her head against my chest and moaned, "My naughty
cunt gets wet when you play with my tits, Daddy."

   I whispered, "And what happens to me, Princess?"

   She groaned and said, "Your nasty ol' cock gets hard, Daddy."

   ***** *****

   Tanya waited until Maureen woke up from her nap to say, "I'm going to
take a bath.  That'll give you guys time for a quickie!"

   "Tanya Phillips!" my girlfriend admonished the twelve-year-old, standing
up to face the kid.  "That's not something you should say!"

   With an impish grin, the naughty girl said, "Why not, Mommy?  I heard
you guys doin' it last night!  It sounded like fun!"

   Maureen turned red from embarrassment and said, "Go take your bath,
Young Lady.  And no more discussions about what goes on between Mike and
me."

   Tanya ran off happily and I stood up to join Maureen.

   "It's not a bad idea," I said, nuzzling her neck.  "A quickie."

   I took her into my arms and, just as I kissed her, she moaned, "No,
Mike..."

   But, once again, she did nothing to prevent me from having my way with
her.  She complained bitterly while I lifted her housedress to rub her
pussy through her panties.  She protested ineffectively as I pestered her
nipples through her sundress' top.  And she kept right on saying `no', over
and over, as I bent her over the dining room table and sunk my cock into
her from behind.  She moaned and clawed at the table as I tested her
depths.

   As I reached bottom inside her, I glanced over at the stairs and saw
Tanya watching us.  She was smiling and nodding as if to say, "Do her,
Daddy!"

   I motioned to her to get upstairs into the tub and, reluctantly, she
blew me a kiss and disappeared behind the stair's railing.

   It was pretty heady stuff.  This sexy, impish twelve-year-old had
completely taken over my libido, making me think of her while I satisfied
my rampant erection inside her mother.

   ***** *****

   Twenty minutes later, the girls changed places.  Maureen had gone
upstairs to take a fast, post-quickie shower and Tanya joined me on the
living room sofa.  It was only seconds before she was on my lap.  All she
wore was a man's shirt.

   "Does fucking really feel that good, Daddy?" she asked.

   I nodded and kissed her.

   "I can make her do it anytime you want," she told me.

   It took a second to realize that she was right.  Both times I'd made
love to Maureen were at the suggestion of little Tanya.  It was a confusing
thought.

   "Why is that, Angel?" I asked.

   She grinned enigmatically, but didn't answer.  Instead, she took my hand
and placed it on her bare thigh.  I slid my fingers under her shirt,
feeling welcome when she opened her legs for me so I could pet her sexy
kidpussy.  She was soaked and she quickly drenched my hand.

   I worked quietly on her, kissing her and rubbing her clit until she
stiffened and groaned.

   She rested her head on my shoulder and said, "I think I had a cum..."

   "I think so, too, Angel," I said, fixing her shirt so she was covered.

   We sat that way until Maureen rejoined us and I got up to leave.

   "I've got to get going, my Lovely Ladies.  Tomorrow's a work day."

   "Take us for dinner tomorrow, please, Daddy," Tanya asked beseechingly.
"I'll wear a pretty dress for you.  Promise!"

   ***** *****

   Nothing overtly sexual happened on Monday night when I took Maureen and
Tanya out for sushi.  I did, however, get a good look at my preteen lover's
pretty kidpussy as I handed her into my car after dinner.  When her mother
wasn't looking, she hiked her skirt up and showing me her wet, juicy slice
of heaven.

   I had to work late on Tuesday and, since it was after nine when I got
home, I had to content myself with a phone call.  Maureen and I talked
about this and that for twenty minutes or so then we rang off.

   A short while later, my cell rang.  It was an unfamiliar number and,
when I connected, all I heard was a tiny moan.

   "Is that you, Angel?" I asked, my heart racing for Tanya.

   "Yessss... Daddy... Daddy?  Help me cum again, please..." she whimpered
into the phone.

   "What are you doing, Naughty Angel?" I whispered.

   "Playing with... my... with my cunt... Daddy... It's wet and horny..."

   I pictured the lovely young girl on her bed in the darkness of her
bedroom.  I could almost see her with the phone against her ear and her
legs spread open.

   "Touch it, Baby," I said.  "Pretend it's a handsome boy licking all your
juices..."

   "Mmmm..." she responded.

   "He likes your baby pussy, Angel," I teased her.  "He wants to put his
tongue right inside you."

   "Oh!  Oh!" the little one moaned.

   "That's it, Baby," I said.  "Let him put his fingers in you, too..."

   "They won't fit, Daddy," she told me.  "My pussy's too small..."

   "They HAVE to fit," I said.  "Or else his fat, hard cock won't get in
there..."

   Tanya exploded like a firecracker.  Unlike Sunday when she'd barely
moaned as she came, this time, she cried, "Oh, God, Yes!  It feels so
good!"

   I cooed at her and told her how pretty and sexy she was as she climaxed,
reminding her that her imaginary `boyfriend' was fucking her hard and deep.
Her orgasm was a thing of beauty to listen in on and, before it was over, I
jerked my cock and joined her.

   "Oh, Daddy..." she moaned.  "That was so good... I wanna cum all the
time..."

   ***** *****

   I got another phone call on Thursday night and Tanya sounded sad.

   "My mom says I can't call you Daddy anymore," she told me.

   "I like it, Angel," I told her.  "I've never been anyone's Daddy before.
Especially no one as pretty as you."

   "Thank you, Mike," she said.

   "Don't be mean," I scolded her.  "Your Mom's not listening now, is she?"

   She giggled and said, "No, Daddy!"

   "Good," I said.  "Now let's give that sexy little cunt a nice cum."

   I talked her through another happy climax with my little lover getting
off in a major way.  Then I told her that her `boyfriend' wanted to turn
her onto her belly and lick her bottom.

   "My asshole, Daddy?  He wants to lick my asshole?" she moaned as her
orgasm claimed her.

   After we calmed down - and I mopped up the load of cum I'd spilled on my
chest - I asked if she wanted to see me the next day.

   "Please, Daddy," she whispered.  "You can stay over and sleep with my
mom again."

   "Isn't that a bit presumptuous, Angel?" I asked.

   "Not if you knew what I know," she said, enigmatically.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Oh... nothing, Daddy," she teased me.  "But when you're in her room,
you might want to look in the big ol' trunk at the foot of her bed.  She
locks it, but I know where the key is."

   "That'd be like spying on her," I said.  "I couldn't do that, Tanya."

   She corrected me, "Yes, you can.  Make her show you.  She'll say no, but
I'll bet she shows you anyway."

   After we hung up, I thought about what she'd said: "Make her show you."

   I'd never `made' a woman do anything for me.  I'd always figured that,
if she wanted to do it, she would.  And if she didn't want to, I had no
business forcing her.  But Tanya's words intrigued me.  What could possibly
be in that box at the foot of Maureen's bed?

   ***** *****

   "Hi, Mike," Tanya said, standing next to her mother when I arrived. 
Maureen echoed her daughter's words.

   "What happened to `Daddy', Angel?" I asked for Maureen's benefit.  "Have
I been demoted?  Did I do a bad job?"

   Maureen interrupted, "It's not that, Mike.  I just don't what you
feeling pressured and Tanya has a way of pressuring people."

   Looking right into her eyes, I said, "I miss it already, Maureen, and
she only called me `Mike' once."

   "Please, Mommy!" the preteen pleaded.

   Pretending to give up, she threw her hands up in the air and said, "You
two are incorrigible.  First a bikini and now this!  Soon, I won't be able
to say no to either one of you!"

   Tanya looked at me knowingly and the suspicions I had about Maureen
became a bit more defined: she was very, very suggestible and Tanya knew
it.

   ***** *****

   The three of us drove to the shore and, in the warm, evening air, we ate
a picnic-style dinner as the sun set.  It was an idyllic setting for
enjoying the sandwiches that Maureen had made along with a nice bottle of
red wine.

   All through the meal, I studied both women.  Maureen was very, very
pretty in a young Meg Ryan sort of way.  She sat demurely on our blanket,
her bare legs folded comfortably beneath her bottom.  She'd worn a pretty,
dark blue sundress that left her shoulders bare for my enjoyment.

   Tanya was studying me as I studied her mother.  She looked happy, yet I
could tell she was anxious about something.  I got my answer when the
preteen said, "You haven't asked Daddy to sleep over yet, Mommy.  You know
he wants to."

   "Tanya!" Maureen said.  "What did I say about butting in on our
relationship?"

   I grinned at the by-play and remained silent.  Needless to say, I was
very pleased when Maureen shyly asked, "Would you like to stay over, Mike?"

   I nodded and took her hand in mine.

   "I'd be delighted," I told her.

   Tanya put one of her hands over ours and said, "Daddy should sleep over
every night, Mommy.  He makes us happy."

   Maureen didn't disagree.

   ***** *****

   It was late when we got back to the house and Tanya ran upstairs to
change into her pajamas.  Maureen and I made out on the couch while the
little one was gone.

   "Good night kisses, Daddy!" the preteen yelled as she raced back into
the room a few minutes later wearing a shortie pink nightgown.  It was
cotton and she looked adorable in it.  She weaseled her way right between
Maureen and me and said, "He's mine now, Mommy.  You go get ready for bed."

   Remarkably, my girlfriend got up and headed towards the stairs, leaving
me alone with a pretty bundle of sexual energy squirming on my lap.

   "Don't forget the trunk, Daddy," she reminded me.  "You'll know what to
do.

   "And leave the door open.  I want to watch," she added.

   "Oh, yeah?" I teased her.  "What's in it for me?"

   She fixed me with her bright blue eyes and said, "Everything, Daddy. 
Promise."

   ***** *****

   Maureen called down to me and I had the pleasant honor of escorting
Tanya upstairs to her bedroom.  I didn't follow her in, though, settling
for a lingering `goodnight' kiss on my lips before I let her go.

   My girlfriend was wearing another long, unflattering nightgown when I
joined her.  She'd dimmed the lights and had lit two candles on her
nighttables.

   I sat on the bed and pulled her onto my lap, immediately causing her to
moan, "No... No... please, Mike."

   I kissed her and fondled her breasts through the gown before pulling it
up to her knees to play with her pussy.

   "What's in the trunk?" I asked, once I was almost sure she was turned
on.

   She instantly stiffened in my arms and said, "Nothing... just some old
stuff..."

   "Show me," I said, entering her pussy with two fingers.

   "Please, Mike," she moaned.  "I don't... I don't want to..."

   In the past, that was where my request would have ended.  I wasn't the
pushy type and didn't like putting people on the spot.  But I remembered
Tanya's words: Make her show you.

   I put a hint of gravel in my voice and said, "I'm not playing with you,
Maureen.  I want to know what's in the trunk."

   "Please, Mike," she said again.  "It's embarrassing."

   This is getting good, I thought.  She was literally squirming in my lap,
her discomfort completely on display.

   "I'm not going to ask again, Maureen," I said.  "Show me now!"

   I actually felt a blush of heat rise off her as she reddened from
embarrassment.  It was very exciting to be forcing her to tell her dark
secret.  I helped her off my lap and she went into her dresser, under the
utilitarian underwear and nightclothes and produced a key.

   Once more she tried, "Please, Mike.  You'll hate me."

   My curiosity was peaked, so I demanded, "You're going to do as I say,
Maureen Phillips.  Do you understand me?"

   She hung her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mike.  Yes... I understand..."

   With trembling fingers, she unlocked the trunk and pushed the creaky lid
open.  Inside, there was row upon row of brightly-colored lingerie, sex
toys both big and small and an assortment of devices for restraining
people. Right on top was a photo album.

   "Please don't look at that," she said when I picked up the album.

   I added one and one together quickly in my head and stitched together
all the clues I'd been given over the previous weeks.  Maureen was a sexual
submissive who'd apparently lost her dominant.  Tanya knew about it from
finding the toys and the album and the preteen wanted me to be her mother's
new Master.

   The young girl's knowledge of the contents of the trunk had surely led
to her sexual precociousness.

   I looked down at Maureen who was kneeling piteously on the floor next to
the trunk.  There were tears running down her cheeks and her hands were
clenched together nervously.

   Gathering my courage for a `make or break' statement, I peered into her
eyes and said, "Take your clothes off and go stand in the corner, Maureen.
I want to look at this in peace."

   Her eyes opened wide in horror, but her fingers went to the neckline of
her gown and she dropped it to the floor.  She stood up and slowly marched
to the corner, putting her nose against the wall and her hands on top of
her head.

   I was staggered by how willingly she went.

   ***** *****

   While Maureen sobbed quietly in the corner of the room, I learned a lot
about her.  The photos started when she was little more than a teen and
ended a few years earlier and each one showed the pretty woman restrained
or being punished in one way or another.  Most times it was just her in the
pictures, bound, gagged and dressed like a whore.  But sometimes there were
men in the photos with her: men fucking her, men gagging her with their
cocks and men cumming on her face or body.  Other times, it was women
wielding the implements used to punish my sexy girlfriend until she was on
her knees with her face between some very pretty thighs, licking away at
the anonymous pussy.

   In the back of the album, there were a dozen or so love letters. 
Through them, I learned about Maureen's relationship with Tanya's father.
It was obvious that they loved each other tremendously and that both of
them felt very comfortable in their alternative lifestyle.  I even read a
passage where my girlfriend thanked her husband for treating her to a
gangbang where she'd had sex with more than a dozen men.

   Each letter that she'd written was addressed, "Dear Daddy."

   It was a lot to absorb and it had my head spinning.  I'd never been with
a woman who was a self-proclaimed submissive before.  A lot of things
suddenly made sense, though... her incessant mouthing of the word `no' when
we made love... her eventual compliance with everything I tried on her...
her discomfort with Tanya calling me Daddy... even her obedience to Tanya's
`orders' when the little one told her to have sex with me.

   I stood up and joined her in the corner.  I wrapped my arms around her
bare belly and nuzzled her neck.

   "Are you disgusted with me?" she asked, her deep sobs making her
difficult to understand.

   I cupped her soft breasts in my hands and said, "You're a filthy, dirty
woman, Maureen."

   She cried even harder, her chest heaving and her breasts bobbing around
delightfully.  She never moved out of the corner, though, nor did she take
her hands from the top of her head.

   The feelings I had for her were vastly different from the ones I had for
Tanya.  My Little Angel was pure, naïve and deliciously loveable.  Maureen,
on the other hand, was a well-documented slut; a woman who would do
anything commanded by the man who owned her.  Over the course of my life,
I'd had many fantasies about both types.

   With Tanya, I wanted to cherish her, adore her and hold her while she
slept peacefully in my arms.  In Maureen, I had a woman who would let me
live out my basest fantasies... the ones I'd never had a chance to explore
before... the ones that most women would call the police about.

   When her crying calmed a bit, I said, "On your knees, slut, and suck my
cock.  I want to feel your lips while I consider what to do with you."

   As quickly as could be, Maureen had my erection in her mouth and she
tried her best to make me feel good.  She didn't have to work too hard to
earn a salty reward on her tongue.

   After she swallowed, she sat back on her feet and smiled up at me, her
tears still dampening her cheeks.

   "Don't get full of yourself just yet, Maureen," I barked.  "I think
we're going to try out some of your toys."

   "Please don't, Mike," she said, looking at the floor in front of her.

   "Get up off your ass," I scolded loudly, "And put on something pretty
for me!"

   I supervised while this oddly meek woman rummaged through the lingerie,
picking out a red, next-to-nothing number that I allowed her to decorate
herself with.  Once that was done, she shyly showed me all of her
restraints, including the handcuffs and blindfold I eventually chose for
her.  Finally, she pointed to her closet door and showed me the hooks
drilled into it where she said Tanya's father liked to restrain her.

   I laid back on the bed and watched Maureen slowly blindfold herself,
snap the handcuffs around her wrists and attach herself to the closet door,
her hands high over her head.  She looked lovely, her firm breasts jutting
out in front of her.

   Realizing that I'd never reopened the door when Maureen let me into her
bedroom, I leaned over to her alarm clock and put on some music to mask the
sounds of my activities.  I went to the door and popped it open, seeing
Tanya standing behind it with an impatient look on her face.

   "It's about time!" she whispered.

   The bedroom door and the closet door were both on the same wall, so
Tanya couldn't see anything from outside.  I took her hand and led her into
the room.

   Her eyes opened wide and she mouthed the word `Wow', going straight over
to the trunk and flipping the pages in the photo album.  She showed me a
picture and handed me a pair of nipple clips.

   Following her lead, I approached Maureen and toyed with her breasts for
a moment.

   "Do I please you, Sir?" she asked.

   "Not yet," I said, gripping her nipples firmly.

   "No!" she cried out.  "Not my breasts!  Please!"

   Ignoring her, I affixed the rubber-tipped clips to her rigid nipples and
tightened them until she was panting like a racehorse.

   "Please, Master!" she said.  "No more!  I can't take anymore!"

   "You'll take what I give you, Slave!" I barked, tightening the clips
because I believed that it was what she really wanted.

   I slid my hand between her legs and found her pussy to be frothed with
excitement.  She squirmed when I massaged her steamy clit.

   "What are you going to do with me, Master?" she asked, her voice barely
above a whisper.

   Out of curiosity, I turned to Tanya before answering.  She was holding
up a dildo that had to be nearly a foot long.  I was surprised by her
choice, but I took the monster cock from the preteen and applied it to
Maureen's seething hot pussy.

   My new slavegirl complained bitterly as the first six inches of latex
infiltrated her overheated pussy.  I knew I was on the right track, though,
when she moaned, "No, Master!  Stop!  Please!  You're making me cum..."

   I fucked her with the giant cock while beleaguering her clit with my
other hand.  She begged me to stop, over and over, then finally tried to
crawl up the door when her orgasm hit her.  She lifted her legs off the
ground completely, supporting her entire weight by her bound wrists.  The
new position allowed me to get a further two inches inside her and she
screamed out, "No more, Master!  Please!  I don't deserve to feel so good!"

   I ignored her pleas and banged her sweet pussy until her climax ended on
its own.  She slumped forward and put her feet back on the ground, trapping
the dildo inside herself.

   The intensity of what I'd just done to her had given me tunnel vision
and I'd put Tanya out of my mind to concentrate on Maureen.  But, as my
slavegirl hung crying from a hook in the door, I turned and looked at my
preteen princess.  She was open-mouthed with wonder.

   I nodded towards the door to indicate that the show was over. 
Thankfully, the twelve-year-old didn't protest and silently let herself
out, latching the door silently as she went.

   ***** *****

   There's such a thing as playing with fire, right?  People get burned,
they say.  Did that stop me?  No.  I wanted both mother and daughter.  I
realized that there was a way.  If I truly made Maureen into my slave, she
couldn't deny me anything that I wanted from her.  Not even her flesh and
blood.

   ***** *****

   I released the sobbing woman from her hook and guided her onto the bed.
I blew out the candles and joined her, sinking my cock into her from behind
as we spooned.  Her body smelled fantastic, a combination of her sweat, her
feminine aroma and some underlying perfume.  It was intoxicating.

   "Please, Mike.  No," she said.  "I'm so embarrassed."

   "Why?" I asked, stroking her slowly.

   She hiccupped once, still fighting tears, and said, "I was a tramp.  I
did horrible things.  You don't want a tramp..."

   I reached my arm around her body and wrapped my hand around her throat.
I squeezed it gently, showing her my control over her.  Her pussy tightened
around my cock in response.

   "Once a tramp always a tramp, Maureen," I whispered into her ear. 
"Willing to fuck at the drop of a hat... ready to suck any cock that comes
along.  Is that what you want?  Someone to give you permission?"

   "Please don't make me say it, Mike... it's humiliating... I've been
trying so hard to forget what I did..." she whimpered.

   I squeezed her throat a little tighter and taunted her, "But it's in
your bones, isn't it, Slut?  You'd jump at the chance to do it again if you
had the opportunity, wouldn't you?"

   She groaned but otherwise remained silent.

   "You're disgusting, Maureen... opening your lips so men can cum in your
nasty mouth," I tormented her.

   She moaned, a climax blossoming in her belly.

   Lighting a match to the fire, I said, "I think we'll start with one,
Maureen, and work our way up.  Just to see how many men you can satisfy."

   She went off like a fireworks display, her climax reaching a level I
wouldn't have believed possible.  She cried out incoherently, over and
over, finally finding her voice to say, "No!  I don't want it!  You're
going to have to make me!"

   The mere thought of making her fuck for sport caused my balls to erupt.
Actually, it might have had something to do with the way she was grinding
her cunt along my cock and fondling my balls at the same time.

   We laid quietly for a while then disengaged.

   I whispered, "You are not allowed to say another word tonight, Slave."

   She nodded.

   I let the quiet go on for many minutes.  When I was sure I had her
undivided attention, I said, "Tomorrow, the first words I want to hear when
I wake up are, `I love you, Daddy'."

   She stiffened, but remained silent as we fell asleep.

   ***** *****

   I woke to a happy slave, naked and sucking on my dick.  She made it wet
and sloppy and she giggled when I filled her mouth with cum.  She swallowed
and said, "I love you, Daddy."

   I kissed her lips, tasting myself.

   "I love you too, Maureen.  Now I just have to figure out a way to get
you fucked."

   As soon as I'd finished speaking, she started crying.  This time it
looked like happiness.

   ***** *****

   By the time I'd poked my head out of the room, Tanya was up and had
brewed a pot of coffee for Maureen and me.  She cornered me while my slave
was upstairs in the shower.  The little one's tongue was in my mouth almost
instantly.

   When she calmed down, she teased, "I told you, Daddy.  She needs you."

   "You're incorrigible, Angel," I told her.

   ***** *****

   Tanya's new bikini arrived with the mail on Saturday and, as a
mischievous kid, she just HAD to try it on right away.  Maureen tried to
stop her, but Tanya paid her no heed, running up to her room and returning
mere seconds later, wearing the belly baring suit.  It was mostly yellow
with some splashes of bright pink and it looked really cute on her slim
frame.

   Maureen said, "That's not proper dress for in the house, Tanya Phillips!
Go put some clothes on."

   It was almost as if the twelve-year-old had set up the scene for me. 
All I had to do was speak my line.

   "Maureen, instead of Tanya changing, I want you to put on a bikini," I
said.  "Then you'll be even."

   "Mike!  I couldn't!" she said.  "Not in the house."

   Exerting my control over her and daring her to defy me, I calmly said,
"I want to see you in a bikini, Maureen.  The smallest one you own."

   She turned red from embarrassment but gamely nodded and brushed past
Tanya on her way to the stairs.  I called up after her, telling her to wear
heels, too.

   The little one bounced onto my lap and, as my hands wandered over the
bare parts of her body, she said, "I got her into a bikini for you, Daddy!"

   I kissed her breasts through the bikini top and said, "Now, I owe you
one."

   She hugged my head to her bosom and said, "Give me another show... I
came good last night after watching you."

   "I wish I could have seen it, Angel," I said.

   "I wish you could've, too, Daddy.  I got two fingers inside," she
replied, just as we heard Maureen's heels on the stairs.

   Maureen's fair skin was blushing red, but she slowly walked around the
sofa and stood in front of me wearing a pink bathing suit only slightly
more modest than the first one Tanya had shown me on her laptop.  She might
as well have been nude in her heels.

   From my lap, Tanya said, "Isn't she pretty, Daddy?"

   Maureen's shame reached an epic level, her chest was nearly maroon and
the skin of her cheeks was mottled with red.  I'm sure she was wondering
exactly what I'd make her do with her own daughter sitting right in front
of her.

   "Beautiful," I said.  "The front half anyway."

   The scantily clad mother took the hint and turned her back to us,
showing us three small pieces of pink string: the only things covering her
from the back.

   "Are you ever going to complain about Tanya's bikini again?" I gruffly
asked her.

   "No, Sir," she replied.  "I'm sorry."

   Loud enough for Maureen to hear, the impetuous twelve-year-old on my lap
said, "You probably need a quickie from looking at her, Daddy.  I can go to
my room, if you want.  You can do it right here."

   "Tanya!" Maureen scolded, her back still facing us.

   I lowered my voice and said, "That sounds like a great idea, Princess.
But I'm not finished punishing her for yelling at you about your bikini."

   My little lover squeezed my cock through my pants and said, "Okay,
Daddy. She deserves it."

   "Close your eyes and put your hands on your head, Maureen," I demanded.
"Then turn around."

   She slowly obeyed my order, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch
her breath.  She was obviously very excited, but it was tempered by the
fact that Tanya was in the room with us.

   "Move your legs apart," I told her.

   "Please, Daddy.  Not in front of Tanya," the slavegirl said, marking the
first time she called me that in front of her child.

   "If you complain again, Maureen," I threatened, "I'll make you take off
your bikini."

   "No, Daddy!  I'll be good!  I swear!" she promised.

   She spread her legs for me and stood quietly with her hands on her head.
She looked incredibly fuckable and positively radiant.

   I turned to Tanya and asked, "Now what was that you were saying, Angel?"

   She caught on right away and said, "I was thinking you need a quickie
with her, Daddy.  She looks pretty and I think she needs one, too."

   "She'd have to ask really nicely," I hinted.  "I'm still angry with her
and maybe I don't want to."

   "Please, Daddy," Maureen finally said, her incredible need overriding
her embarrassment.

   ***** *****

   I decided to change things up on Tanya.  I knew that, once I was having
sex with her mother, she'd find a way to peek in on us, whether by standing
at the top of the stairs or, more brazenly, by sneaking into the living
room for a close up look.

   Anticipating her arrival, I blindfolded Maureen with her bikini top and
put her on her knees in front of me, intent on letting Tanya watch her
mother suck my cock until I fed her.

   Even though we were right in the middle of the living room, Maureen
really went to town on me, displaying some incredible cocksucking skills.
She bobbed on my dick, massaged my balls and ran her fingers along the
crack of my ass, doing everything she could to make me feel fantastic.

   As expected, Tanya arrived only five minutes into the scene and silently
crept closer until she was only inches from where my cock was disappearing
into Maureen's mouth.  She stared with her mouth open.

   "That's it, Baby," I said to Maureen - but for Tanya's benefit - "Suck
Daddy's hard cock... I want to cum in your mouth."

   She whimpered and groaned, letting me fuck her face as she tried to keep
up with me.

   "You're a dirty, dirty, girl, Maureen," I teased her.  "With your mouth
full of cock..."

   She got even more agitated and slid one of her hands between her legs,
rubbing her pussy under the tiny bikini bottom.

   "Oooo," I teased her.  "Playing with Daddy's fresh little pussy, Slut?
Is that what you're doing?"

   "Mmmm, hmmm," she moaned.

   "Are you going to eat all of Daddy's cum, Baby?  Is that what you're
going to do for me?"

   Just as she answered, my balls clenched and I flooded her tongue with a
healthy load of babymakers.  I stared at Tanya's perfect angel-face the
entire time I was unloading into Maureen's mouth.

   "Did I do it good for you, Daddy?" Maureen asked after she swallowed.

   Tanya quietly hit the road when I pointed at the stairs and, in the
afterglow of my magnificent orgasm, I pulled Maureen onto the couch and we
cuddled.  She was still topless and blindfolded.

   ***** *****

   "Can I come down, now?  Please?" the preteen called down the stairs a
short while later.

   "Sure, Angel," I responded.

   Maureen sat up and, to her credit, she asked for permission before
covering her breasts.  I nodded and saw relief in her expression.

   Tanya came bounding into the room and, still wearing her new bikini, she
jumped right into my lap.  She was sweaty and her legs were shaking as if
they were too rubbery to hold her up.  The preteen hugged me tightly and
looked up into my eyes with an expression I'd never seen on her before.  It
was a cross between neediness and satisfaction... between horniness and
contentment.

   "Why don't you get changed, Maureen?" I said.  "You've worn your bikini
long enough for today."

   Gratefully, she said, "Yes, Daddy.  Thank you, Daddy."

   Once I was alone with Tanya, I said, "Spill it, Angel.  You look like
you're ready to burst."

   She snuggled in even closer and said, "I came like five times, Daddy! 
All I have to do now is play with my clit for a minute and I cum like
crazy!"

   "Perfect, Baby," I said.  "I knew you were a passionate, responsive
woman."

   Her expression changed and she lowered her eyes.

   Acting unsure of herself for once, she asked, "Can you be my boyfriend,
too?  So we can do more things?"

   Those were the exact words that I'd hoped to hear from her.  I decided
to be honest with her.

   "We have to make it right with your mother, first, Angel.  I want you
more than anyone I've ever wanted in my life.  You're my Angel... my
love... my heart... But we can't do anything more than we've already done
without your mother completely on-board.  We can't go behind her back or do
anything that'd hurt her."

   Tanya took my hand and placed it on her bikini-covered breast.

   "I need you, Daddy," she whispered.

   ***** *****

   After lunch, the hospital called and gave Maureen a shift for that
evening.  She'd have to work from three in the afternoon until eleven that
night.  It wasn't a request, though, it was an order.

   Panicked because it was already two-thirty, my slavegirl-girlfriend
raced upstairs to change into her uniform.

   "I know it's short notice, Mike.  I'm sorry.  You can stay with her. 
Right?"

   I smiled and said, "Sure thing, Honey.  We're going to have to go up to
my house for a while though.  I need some clothes for tomorrow and the fish
need some food."

   "Try to get her in bed by ten," she said.  "And don't let her give you
any trouble.  I know she's got you wrapped around her little finger."

   Tanya comically held up one of her pinkies and asked, "This one, Mommy?"

   "Don't be fresh," Maureen said, giving her daughter a kiss on the lips.
"You behave yourself for Daddy."

   ***** *****

   As soon as Maureen was gone, Tanya went up to her room and came back
with a pad and a pencil.  She sat in front of me and put her tools on the
coffee table.  I gave her a few minutes before asking, "What are you doing,
Angel?"

   She held the pad up and said, "Making a list."

   She handed it to me and I saw what the naughty kid had done.  The list
started with kissing, included tongue-kissing, groping of various naughty
bits and dirty-talking and ended with, "Talk to each other when we make
ourselves cum."

   "That's what we've done so far," she clarified.  "So that's what I want
to do tonight.  You said we could."

   "Does it say I could spank your cute little ass, too, Tanya?  Because
that's what happens to wise-aleck twelve-year-olds."

   She plopped herself over my lap and said, "If that's what you want,
Daddy, I'll give it a try.  Don't make it hurt, though."

   I slid her bikini bottom down and palmed one of her apple cheeks.  It
was as soft as a sigh and a thousand times more exciting.  Gently toying
with the crack between her cheeks, I placed the pad on the small of her
back.

   "Let's see," I teased.  "Should I kiss you or tongue-kiss you?"

   "Tongue-kiss, Daddy.  Definitely tongue-kiss."

   "Hmmm," I said, letting my fingertips travel deeply into her crevice
where they found her anus.  "A tongue-kiss right on this spot here..."

   "Mmmm... my asshole," she informed me.

   I slid my fingers a bit lower and encountered her swampy little slit. 
It was burning hot and touching it made Tanya's legs split apart.

   "If I remember right, Angel, Daddy's made you cum.  Right here on this
sofa."

   She whimpered and pushed her tiny ass a little higher, presenting it
proudly for me.

   "How come that wasn't on your list?  Did you forget?" I teased.

   "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said.  "I've had a lot of cums since then."

   My fingers parted her soaked labia and played in her pink for a while,
enjoying the way her asscheeks clenched every time I touched her clit.

   "This is kinda like a menu," I said, looking at her list again.  "I get
to choose anything I want!"

   "Mmmm, hmmm," she moaned, her body signaling that she was very close to
climaxing.

   "I think, for appetizers, I want tongue-kissing, pussy groping and dirty
talking..." I told her, pressing her clit a bit more insistently.

   She groaned and said, "Can I change it to a combination dish, Daddy? 
Pussy tongue-kissing?"

   I lifted the sexy child in my arms and carried her upstairs to her
bedroom.  I placed her on her bed and gently showed her how to hold herself
open by the backs of her knees.  Once she was in position, I lowered my
head and tasted her goddess-like nectar from its source.  Her liquid
excitement had made the entire area slick and shiny and, once I started
licking her, I couldn't stop.  Not when she came the first time.  Not when
she came a second time.  And not when she started beating the back of my
head with her little fists to try to get me out of her sexy cunt.

   "No more, Daddy!  I can't take it," she screamed "Please!  I have to
pee!"

   I chuckled because she seemed completely out of control of her own body.
It was fun and I decided to see if I really could make her wet the bed.  I
lifted her up and spun her over, diving right back into her, this time with
my tongue teasing her rectum and my fingers playing with her clitoris from
underneath.

   It turned out that her warning was unnecessary.  She came at least a
half-dozen more times without messing herself or her comforter.

   ***** *****

   Even though playing with my little lover was exciting beyond all reason,
I'd already cum twice that day and I didn't feel a pressing need for
satisfaction.  I just made sure Tanya had as many climaxes as her supple
body could handle.  When I was done with her, she fell asleep and I just
held her in my arms, listening to her breath and watching her perfect
little nubbins rise and fall.

   She woke on her own about an hour later and we got dressed to head up to
my house in Connecticut.

   We rode Route 95 for almost an hour, making plans and discussing ideas
for Maureen's conversion.  Tanya knew all about her mother's preference for
having sex under duress with multiple partners.  She thought it was pretty
cool that her outwardly normal - maybe boring - mother could be such a
freak when it came to sex.  She told me that finding her mother's letters
is what gave her the idea of having her own `Daddy'.

   "I couldn't share you with another man, though, Angel," I told her.

   Very reasonably, she said, "That's okay.  I only want to be with you
anyway.  Maybe forever."

   We passed a tollbooth and, when we were back up to speed, she asked,
"Are you going to fuck me?  You've never said anything about it."

   I almost drove off the road, so distracted was I by her forthright
question.

   "Yes," I finally said.  "But first, I'm going to have to do everything I
can to make your mother think that I'm the best man for you, Angel."

   She reached over and put her hand over mine on the gearshift.

   ***** *****

   She gave me all of five minutes in my house to get some clothes and feed
the fish.  Then she was on me like a guided missile.  She stripped off all
of her clothes dragged me to my bed and bent over it, presenting her
apple-cheeked butt to me.  She put her face on the comforter, looked over
her shoulder and said, "Time to take your clothes off, Mister."

   I studied her idyllic little ass as I stripped.  It was thin and
muscular, had two of the deepest dimples and, smack dab in the center, her
unsullied pussy and starfish rectum peeked out at me.  It was
twelve-year-old perfection... displayed at the very instant when a
beautiful young girl becomes a fertile young woman.

   "Hold my hips, Daddy," she tempted me.

   I complied, stepping up behind her with my demanding cock mere inches
from her virgin slit.

   "Closer..." she moaned.

   "Closer, Daddy," she repeated, looking back at me.

   My balls were touching her smooth cheeks and my cock was resting on her
back.

   "Cum for me," she whispered.  "Just like that..."

   I gripped my cock and began pulling on it, knowing that I wasn't going
to stop until I'd unloaded my swollen balls in tribute to the sexiest
female I'd ever encountered.  Even the position she'd chosen was brilliant.
We could feel each other's warmth, see each other's eyes and make love
without actually fucking.

   "I know where we can find men for my mother..." she whispered, wiggling
her ass under my balls.

   I pulled my cock a little faster, picturing my sexy slavegirl, tied up
and servicing some anonymous man.

   "Where, Angel?" I asked her, almost out of breath from the devastating
kinkiness of what I was doing.

   "I know some of those men..." she said.  "The men in the pictures..."

   I was close - too close to have any spare breath for talking.  I just
grunted and ran my free hand over the naked child's back, knowing I was
within a hair's breadth of cumming all over her.

   "Uncle Steve and Uncle Lawrence... mom's brothers..." Tanya told me.

   I couldn't take it anymore and plastered my lover's back with cum,
decorating her spine and getting quite a bit in her hair.  I pulled on my
shaft until every sperm I had was offered to my tiny goddess.

   As I recovered, my cock resting in the warm crack between her bottom
cheeks, she said, "We can call them whenever you want, Daddy..."

   ***** *****

   Maureen was fried when she got home from the hospital and merely changed
into a nightgown before collapsing on the bed.  She was asleep a few
minutes later.  I didn't mind too much because my dick was literally raw
from all the activity that day.  I snuggled up to her and fell asleep, too,
imagining my girlfriend having sex with her brothers.

   Oddly, Maureen was up before me on Sunday and had a big breakfast of
French Toast and scrambled eggs ready when I got out of the shower.  She
looked happy and at ease with the world as she fed me a healthy portion of
her cooking.

   As I ate, she asked, "Does it bother you when Tanya calls you `Daddy'?
Most men would have run away by now from the pressure."

   I took her hands into mine and said, "Not even a little bit, Honey.  She
needs a `Daddy' just as much as you do.  Maybe even more."

   She blushed and looked down at her plate, squeezing my fingers tightly.
Her uncertainty was very endearing.

   Whispering, she said, "I don't want to blow this, Mike.  I never thought
I'd find a man who could get over my past."

   "Your present and future," I corrected her.

   Her blush deepened.

   "Are you sure?" she haltingly asked.  "You don't mind what I was... what
I am?"

   I reached across the table and kissed her gently.  Her lips were hungry
and demanding.  Between kisses, I said, "I'll only be disappointed if you
ever deny me something I want, Maureen."

   "Never," she promised.  "Sometimes you'll have to make me, though,
because I get scared."

   ***** *****

   After breakfast, I led Maureen to her bedroom and made her give me the
photo album.  I had her strip and kneel in front of me as I turned the
pages.

   "Who is this?" I asked, pointing out the man who Tanya told me was
Maureen's brother.

   If a woman could be more embarrassed than my girlfriend was at that
moment, I don't see how.  Her entire body flushed red and she stammered,
trying to delay the inevitable.

   "I'll find out," I threatened.  "You know I will, Maureen."

   When she still didn't answer, I heeded her own advice and got tough with
her.

   "Tell me right now, Maureen," I demanded, grasping her hair and pointing
her face right at mine.  "Tell me who this man is that's fucking you in
this picture."

   "Oh, God..." she moaned.  "You'll hate me, Daddy."

   I stared down at her until she couldn't deny me any longer.

   "My brother, Steven, Daddy," she said, beginning to cry.

   "You fucked your own brother?" I asked, as if I was completely disgusted
by the mere thought.  "That's the sluttiest thing I've ever heard of!"

   All the wind went out of her sails and she crumpled to the floor in
front of me, great sobs wracking her body.

   "You're going to fuck him again, really soon, tramp," I said, making her
look up at me comically.

   "Daddy?" she asked.  "I haven't..."

   "I want his cock in you today, Maureen," I told her.

   "I... I... can't, Daddy," she whined.

   "We'll see about that," I told her.

   ***** *****

   I flipped the pages in Maureen's photo album, making her tell me about
each and every person documented in the pictures.  Most of the men were
either co-workers of her deceased husband or strangers that she'd picked up
along the way.  For me, the most interesting were her brothers - it was
much easier for her to admit to having sex with her other brother, Larry,
than it had been with Steven.

   Equally interesting were the woman.  Maureen blushed nine ways to Sunday
when I made her tell me about having a Mistress for an encounter.  She told
me she hated it, but did it because her original Daddy demanded it.

   "So," I said.  "When I find a woman to use you, you'll perform for her?"

   "If that's what you want, Daddy..." she said.

   I noticed a slight movement in the doorway and looked up to see Tanya
standing there, eavesdropping on the conversation.  For her benefit, I
pushed Maureen.

   "Let me get this straight," I said to my girlfriend.  "You have no
problem at all with incest and you'll offer yourself to a woman when I
bring one to you."

   It took her a long time to respond but, when she did, she said, "I'll do
anything you want, Daddy."

   "Good," I said, looking at the doorway where Tanya was hidden.  "Then
you have your orders for today, Tramp.  Find Steven and fuck him.  I want
his cum inside you before the day's out."

   "Please, no, Daddy," she complained, hugging my knees.  "Not today.  We
don't have a sitter for Tanya."

   "You let me worry about that, Slut," I said.

   ***** *****

   Did I mention how bright little Tanya was?  If not, here's a perfect
example:
When Maureen and I came out of her bedroom, the little one announced
that she was going to go over to her friend's house.  She lied and told us
that she'd been invited to a barbeque and wouldn't be back until the

evening.

   She left the house long enough for me to dress Maureen and supervise
while she called her brother to set up a booty call.  My pretty girlfriend
fought me the entire way but, by noon, she'd left on her mission, wearing
fuck-me clothes under a light raincoat.

   As soon as Maureen's car rounded the corner and went out of sight, Tanya
bounced back into the house and said, "You're really good at this, Daddy.
Did you see how embarrassed she was?"

   I took the twelve-year-old into my arms and said, "Not as embarrassed as
she's going to be when she finds out that the woman she's going to submit
to is you, Princess."

   Tanya's eyes went wide and she giggled.

   "Do you think she'll do it?" she asked, her excitement evident on her
face.

   "Not at first," I admitted.  "But eventually."

   ***** *****

   Maureen returned at four that afternoon and she couldn't look me in the
eye.  It was amazing fun to see her so embarrassed by what she'd just done,
so much so that I decided to push her harder.

   I was ready for her with a blindfold and some clothesline rope while
Tanya waited upstairs in her bedroom.

   "Who did you just fuck, Tramp?" I taunted her, pushing her to her knees
right in the entry hall of her little house.

   She was literally quaking in shame as I tied a pair of pantyhose around
her head, effectively blinding her.

   "Answer me, you incestuous tart," I demanded as I pulled her raincoat
off and tied her wrists behind her back.

   I have to admit that she looked positively adorable, kneeling in front
of me wearing a white corset and lacy white stockings.  The panties she'd
been wearing when she left the house earlier were suspiciously missing and
her freshly shaved mound was red, puffy and looked a bit worn.

   "I'm sorry, Daddy," she finally said when I tugged her arms painfully.
"I fucked Steven."

   "That's disgusting!" I taunted her.  "What kind of a slut fucks her own
brother?"

   "But you told me to, Daddy," she objected.

   "So you'll do anything I say?  Is that it?  You'd even let your own
flesh and blood stick his cock inside you if I told you to?"

   "Yes, Daddy," she said, hanging her head so her hair fell in front of
her face.

   Quietly, Tanya joined us, standing silently by my side, holding some of
her mother's toys, while Maureen wallowed in her embarrassment.

   "Then start at the beginning and tell me every juicy detail, whore.  I
want to know every single thing you did with your brother," I demanded.

   For the next ten minutes, Maureen gave a blow-by-blow description of her
time at Steven's house.  I yelled at her a number of times for using
clinical words like `breasts' and `penis' and, by the time she admitted
that her other brother, Larry, had joined them halfway through, she was
uttering sentences like, "While Steven fucked my asshole, Daddy, Larry
choke-fucked me with his big cock until he came in my mouth."

   Tanya and I both stripped off as we listened to Maureen's sordid,
incestuous tale.  The preteen kept reaching for my cock, by I shooed her
away, fearful that I was on a hair-trigger and not wanting to ruin the
plans I'd made.

   Maureen's story ended with a double penetration scene in which Larry
left his second load in her ass and Steven filled her bubbly pussy with his
seed.

   Looming over her, I grasped her hair and said, "So... now that we've
gotten one hurdle out of the way - you've fucked your own brothers - we
have more work to do."

   "Please, Daddy," she pleaded.  "No more today.  I can't take it!"

   "Shut up!  Don't embarrass me in front of my guest!" I growled. 
"There's a woman standing right in front of you, Slut.  She's knows what a
whore you are."

   Maureen stiffened visibly and pushed her knees together almost
violently.

   "Daddy?!?" she squeaked.  "Who is it?"

   "Doesn't matter, Slut," I said.  "You may call her `Miss' and I want you
to submit to her."

   "No... no... no..." she moaned, shaking her head back and forth
piteously.

   "Do I have to put you over my knee in front of her?" I asked.

   "Please, Daddy!" she begged.  "I was good!  I fucked Steven for you,
just like you wanted!"

   "I'm not playing, Maureen," I grunted.  "Offer your undying devotion to
the woman I've brought to you.  Now!"

   My sexy, submissive girlfriend gathered herself together.  She knelt up
a bit straighter, arched her back and spread her legs back out so her labia
were visible.

   She lifted her head as if she could see Tanya through her blindfold,
took a deep breath and said, "I vow to obey you, Miss.  I pledge, upon pain
of banishment, that I will follow your orders to the best of my meager
abilities.  Please punish me if I fail you in any small, insignificant
way."

   I was actually pretty impressed with her speech.  I was more detailed
than I would have thought and it reminded me that, regardless of her
reticence, Maureen was pretty well-trained and willing.

   "Does it matter to you who this woman is, Slave?" I asked.

   "No, Daddy," she replied, her hair falling back in front of her face. 
"If you brought her to me, I will obey her."

   I guided Maureen to her feet and bent her over the back of her sofa so
her ass was presented properly.  She was pretty beaten up back there, a
residue of her activities with her brothers.

   While I was getting my girlfriend into position, little Tanya fitted
herself with one of Maureen's strap-on dildos.  The teen had asked if she
could be fucking her mother when the older woman learned who she had just
submitted to.

   I whispered to Maureen, "She's behind you right now with a cock as big
as a banana.  What do you think I expect to hear from your disgusting,
filthy mouth?"

   "Oh, God!" Maureen cursed.  "Please don't do this to me, Daddy!  I don't
want to be a slut anymore!  Please!"

   I remained silent, utterly sure that her statement was merely a way to
absolve herself of responsibility for her actions.  As the silence went on,
she began to sweat profusely.

   When she couldn't take it anymore, she said, "Please punish me with your
cock, Miss.  I'm a nasty slut who just fucked her brothers because my Daddy
told me to."

   It was a joy to watch my angel, Tanya, step up to her mother's behind
and begin to rub the dildo up and down in Maureen's slit.  The look of
concentration on her face was priceless.

   "Please don't make me cum, Miss!" Maureen cried out.  "I don't deserve
it!"

   But cum she did.  As soon as Tanya found her bearings and began to push
the thick invader into her mother's pussy, Maureen began to climax.

   "She's making me cum, Daddy!" my slave exclaimed.

   I looked up at Tanya and, for Maureen's benefit, I said, "She's going to
stand still now, Slave.  I want you to fuck yourself on her cock like a
good little slut and I want you to cum for her."

   Poor Maureen worked her ass for all she was worth, never suspecting that
the hands gripping her hips, in fact, belonged to her own teenaged
daughter. Short strokes, long strokes, wiggling strokes and more, Maureen
fucked herself ably.

   "I'm cumming for you, Miss!" she screamed at one point when the strap-on
was completely embedded inside her and Tanya was grasping the rope on
Maureen's wrists, bending her mother to her will.

   "Use me, Miss!  Use the slut!  Fuck me where my brothers fucked me!"

   Tanya changed her grip back to Maureen's hips and began to thrust,
taking her mother higher on her journey of submission.

   "Yes, Miss!  Just like that!" she cried, another enormous orgasm
wracking her beautiful, curvy body.

   I moved around behind Tanya and cupped her pretty breasts from behind.
Then I leaned forward, sandwiching my little lover between my chest and
Maureen's back.  The dildo was still buried fully in my slave's happy cunt.

   The three of us were now bent over the sofa's arm; me on top, Maureen on
the bottom and beautiful young Tanya in between.  It had to be
uncomfortable for my slave because her hands were trapped between her spine
and Tanya's belly.

   I positioned my legs outside of the girls' so I could hold them in
place. Then I put my arms around Tanya grasping Maureen's neck firmly in my
hands.  Neither of them were going anywhere until I allowed them to.

   "Renew your vows to your new Mistress, Slave," I commanded.

   Maureen was in an alternate universe at that moment, having submitted to
- what she thought was - a complete stranger.  Her cunt was full of
incestuous sperm and it had a thick invader buried inside.  Her submissive
side came completely to the fore.

   "Thank you for using me, Miss," she whispered.  "I know I'm a worthless
tramp who does filthy and disgusting things.  Even with all of that, you
made me feel good and I love you."

   Tanya twisted her head and looked up at me.  I nodded and she said, "I
love you, too, Mommy!"

   It took a bare second or two for the words and the voice to register
with Maureen and, when they did, restraining her was like wrestling with a
wildcat.

   "No!  Daddy!  No!  What did you do?" she cried.

   Tanya and I had prepared for this and she knew that it was time to start
fucking again.  I let up a little of the pressure that I'd put on her and,
while I still controlled Maureen, Tanya began ramming the strap-on into her
mother.

   My slave screamed loud enough to wake the dead but, as Tanya's thrusts
became more insistent, Maureen fell back on her usual pattern, crying, `No!
No!' over and over again until she began to cum.

   When she was peaking, I taunted, "You're a pig, Maureen!  And now your
daughter knows it, so there'll be no need to hide it anymore."

   "No, Daddy!  Please!" she pleaded, even while her hips were still
thrusting back at Tanya.  "I'm a good girl, Daddy!"

   "If you're such a good girl," I said.  "Then you'll stay just as you are
when I release you.  You will ask Tanya if she's pleased with you and you
will renew your vow to be her slave in all matters sexual."

   This was the make or break moment.  I slowly released my grip on the
slave and backed away, waiting to see if she'd run or submit.  Nothing
happened for at least thirty seconds then, with a few simple words, all my
dreams came true.

   Maureen hung her head in shame and said, "I surrender to you, Mistress.
I will be your faithful slave for as long as you'll have me."

   ***** *****

   It took another two weeks before I finally slid my cock inside Tanya. 
We'd been having fun almost every night, my little lover and I making
Maureen do the most humiliating things we could dream up.  And she did it
all after only a few `No's'.

   She licked Tanya to orgasm.  She took me in her ass while her daughter
fucked her mouth.  She wore her bikini - the tiny one - to the beach and
let dozens of men ogle her nearly bare body while Tanya and I watched from
a few yards away.  She even gave her daughter cocksucking lessons so the
tween could feel me cumming in her mouth.  It was thrilling to have the two
of them kneeling in front of me, sharing my cock and calling me `Daddy'.

   It was a Friday night when things reached their logical conclusion.  I'd
taken Tanya out to dinner, leaving Maureen home to make herself pretty for
us.  My tiny lover and I returned to find the house aglow with candles and
the bedroom set up like a boudoir.

   Maureen was wearing one of her kinkiest outfits, a tight leather girdle,
black, fishnet stockings and a slave collar.  She was kneeling at the foot
of the bed with a pink nightgown in her hands.

   "May I dress Mistress for you, Daddy?" she asked.  "She should be as
pretty as possible for you tonight."

   "Why's that, Slave?" I asked.

   "Because you need to cum in her precious pussy tonight," she said.  "She
needs her Daddy's cum, too."

   Maureen did all the prep work.  She dressed her daughter, brushed out
her pretty hair and licked Tanya's young slit until the teen was peaking.

   "Now, Daddy," Maureen said, grasping my cock and guiding it home.

   I slipped into my angel effortlessly and, egged on by my slave, I made
Tanya a woman.

   ***** *****

   Over the next two months, we held one wedding and three honeymoons.  The
wedding was the usual assembly of friends, family and well-wishers.  The
honeymoons were another story altogether.

   I took Maureen to the Bahamas and let her loose - in her bikini, of
course - on the local population.  She was an instant hit.

   The second honeymoon was with both of my ladies in New York.  Maureen
dressed the part of a slave the entire time, being ignored in the big city
as she walked down the street with her steel and leather collar proudly
displayed above her blouses.

   The last honeymoon was the most intense.  I took Tanya to New Orleans,
where I'd heard that the rules about under-aged drinking and sex had been
relaxed after the hurricane.  The rumors turned out to be true and I had a
drunken, playful little tart all to myself for an entire, cum-splattered
week.