You should know that I'm not the original author of this piece. It appeared on
the Net about a year ago as "Junior Sex Club." I liked the story but I felt it
needed some work. Over a period of months I rewrote almost the entire thing,
adding stuff here, subtracting stuff there, correcting spelling and grammar
and so forth. My version is considerably longer, although if you ever read the
original 'JSC' you'll recognize it. I haven't really finished it yet. I have
ideas for at least two more parts but I've grown tired of the whole project.
Instead, I'm writing an epilogue that should clear up any loose ends I've left
lying around. I'll post it when it's ready.

Glad you like the story. There is a lot of work wrapped up in it. I know it
could be better but then, I'm not getting paid for this. It's just for fun.



J-Girls


The story you are about to read tells of a tremendous change in life styles
for me... a sudden jump into the wild, wonderful world of juvenile sex. My
name is John Danvers, although most people call me Jack. It all started one
bright, sunny, July morning in Indiana. That's where I live.  I was home,
taking a few days off from work and enjoying just being lazy.

Earlier that day my wife, Sue, and I had a rather strange conversation. It was
about our spare time and how to use it. Not that we had all that much spare
time. Both of us worked and we had three daughters and a house to take care.
My wife felt that what spare time we had should be put to more productive use.
She told me that she wanted us all, me, her and our three daughters, to visit
a nudist resort near our home. She claimed that she'd heard a lot of good
things about it from her friends and that if nothing else it would give us all
a chance to develop great all-over tans.

Hardly a prude, I still had to give it a bit of thought before agreeing. The
idea of being naked with other adults was not too upsetting. Before my wife
and I were married, we had run with a pretty wild group in college. There were
parties where people got drunk and took their clothes off, and not necessarily
in that order. It was the prospect of being naked with kids, especially mine,
that bothered me. Something about the idea didn't seem quite right.

Like most fathers, I bathed and dressed my girls when they were young. As they
grew older, this happened less and less. From the time each girl started
school I seldom saw them even in their underclothes, much less naked. Nobody
ordered it this way. Sue and I never discussed it. Things just seemed to work
out that I would not be around when the girls were changing or bathing.

On top of this, my ten-year-old daughter, Mindy, was just coming into that
stage of increased self-awareness and sensitivity that comes with the start of
puberty. She would spend a lot of time preening in front of the mirror in her
room and she had become very concerned about what she wore and the way it
looked on her. To take her shopping for clothes was risking your sanity. She
could spend an entire afternoon in a clothing store, looking at everything
they had, and come out with nothing. It sometimes took Mindy an hour to get
dressed, and yet she'd look like she just grabbed something out of the closet
and threw it on, anyway. I couldn't figure it out.

It didn't seem to me that Miss Fussy would care to go naked in front of
anyone. On the other hand, eight year old Polly and  five-year-old Suzy
probably wouldn't give it much thought. They almost always went along with
whatever we wanted to do.

Sue and I cherished our daughters. We had deliberately chosen to bring each
one of them into the world. Our lives together, with the girls, were wholesome
and stable; some might have looked at us and even said we led an idyllic
existence. Sue and I had experimented with drugs in college, but this stopped
when we decided to have children. We drank, occasionally, but over time Sue
virtually  abandoned even this. I still enjoyed a cold beer now and then and
almost always had some on hand. Neither of us smoked. If  Sue and I had a
weakness, and I'm not sure this qualifies, it would  have been sex. We enjoyed
it very much and even after many years together, still did it quite often.

The insurance company I worked for liked what I did for them. They had
promoted me several times and I was on my way, perhaps not to the top, but
certainly to a well paid and influential position. Money was not a problem for
Sue and me. We weren't wealthy, but a nice home, a new car every few years and
most of the other things we wanted were always there for us.

My wife renewed the subject, later that day, when the children  were there. To
my surprise, Mindy thought it was a good idea. As I suspected, the other girls
more or less just followed the leader.

That was on a Friday. On the following morning we were all in the car and
driving to the resort. In my family, things tended to happen fast when my wife
and daughters were in agreement. Somehow, when I was the lone person pursuing
a course of action, time seemed to stand still. Nothing happened. This
peculiarity of time and space has never been adequately explained. I am sure
the answer lies in the unpublished notes of Albert Einstein. It must. The
women in my family are not bright enough to have figured this out by
themselves. At least, I don't think so.

Anyway, when we got to the camp, there was a small office and we went in there
to register.  We were greeted  by a tall, attractive woman of about 45 or 50.
She was dressed in shorts and a halter, which puzzled me at first. I was
expecting everyone to be naked, but then I noticed that we were still
officially outside the camp. You didn't need a scorecard to tell that our
hostess was one of the players. Her tan was magnificent. My wife poked me in
the ribs and gave me a look-at-her grin but it wasn't necessary. The woman
literally glowed with health. You couldn't help but notice her.

She was a little on the heavy side, with big breasts and a broad behind, but
not bad looking. For her age, I thought she was attractive. Normally I
wouldn't be interested in someone from a different generation, but something
about this woman reminded me of when I was a kid. In those days, I'd sometimes
have dirty thoughts about the better looking mothers of my friends. You know
how that is, don't you? You wouldn't say anything to your friend, of course;
but you'd secretly eye his mom and wonder what she was like.

It only took our hostess a few minutes to get us through the registration
process and describe the facilities. The camp was large and well equipped.
Besides lakeside bathing, there were both outdoor and indoor pools, and all
sorts of activities to spend your time on.

Only couples, no singles, could register. Each 'family' was assigned  a cabin.
It turned out that ours had only one bedroom, although it was a large one.
There was a double bed which Sue and I claimed, and three singles for the
girls. Sharing sleeping quarters with our girls was not exactly a novelty for
us. Up until they were old enough for school, we had frequently allowed each
of the girls to sleep with us.

This was usually on special occasions like holidays and birthdays. It was only
one girl at a time but they loved it. Snuggling up between  mom and dad,
especially on nights when it was cold or raining, meant a lot to the girls.
Whenever we announced that so-and-so could sleep with us, the child would run
around like someone who had just won the lottery.

As we were unloading our car, a group of nude teenagers, boys and  girls, went
by. There was no way I could keep my eyes off those girls. They were fabulous
and I envied the boys who were with them. My admiration of the young women was
quite apparent to Sue.

"Dirty old man." Sue whispered as she came up to me, "Lusting after those
girls. What are you going to do when you're naked?"

"Damned if I know," I muttered, "maybe this wasn't such a good idea after
all."

"Nonsense... the magazines at Adele's house say that men hardly ever think
about sex  once everybody is naked... and the hidden aspect is gone," she
laughed. "Let's test it... come on girls... let's go inside and get
undressed."

When I said that we had a bedroom in the cabin, I didn't mean that it was a
separate room. It was more like the cabin was the bedroom. The beds were off
against the wall, and there was enough space for the other furniture, but it
was all in one big room. There was no privacy, except for the bathroom, and
Mindy quickly ducked in there to undress. The rest of us had to either wait
our turn or strip in plain view of each other. My wife voted early for group
nudity by peeling off her blouse and bra. As she did so, she urged us to join
her in getting naked. Without blinking an eye my other two girls followed
their mother's lead and began to strip.

All of us were wearing the standard, American, summer uniform; shorts, tee
shirts and sneakers.

Suzy, our youngest child, was only five-years old and not that long out of
diapers. She dropped her shorts first and then went to work on her shirt. She
still hadn't quite mastered the art of clothing and the shirt gave her a bit
of trouble. She looked funny with her bare, little bottom sticking out, and
her head and arms inside her shirt. I had to laugh at her contortions.

Polly, Suzy's older sister, was naked in no time and I felt an unexpected
twinge of interest as she emerged from her clothes. Although not yet into
puberty, at eight years of age, Polly already had graceful, flowing lines.
Naturally, she was flat-chested but otherwise her slender, youthful body was
surprisingly well formed. I never realized that a girl that young could be so
nice. With her narrow waist, flat stomach and beautifully shaped little ass
she was something to see. In particular, I was fascinated by the way the mound
of her little pussy stood out and the smooth, clean look of her cunt lips.
Your eyes just naturally went to it. As I was taking in the sight of her,
Polly reached over to help her sister. I gulped for air as her vagina spread
open just enough to give me a glimpse of the juicy, darker colored flesh
inside.

Let me try to explain how it was. When my girls were babies, like any father,
I used to bathe and dress them. As they grew older, I did these things less
often. By the time they started school, I almost never saw the girls naked.
Nobody told me to stay away or stop looking at them. It just seemed to work
out that way. Oh, occasionally, I might spot one of them coming out of the
shower but these were quick, now-you-see-it, now-you-don't looks, and I
certainly didn't make a habit of it. Each girl had her own bedroom, too, so it
was seldom that I even saw them change clothes.

Until that moment I hadn't given much thought to the sexuality of my girls.
Out of sight, out of mind. They were simply my children, and that's it. In my
eyes they were sexless. The subject never came up. Unless you're the father of
a young girl, you probably don't understand what I'm trying to tell you. I
believe that all fathers take a sexual interest in their daughters. Most of
the time this interest is so well suppressed a man doesn't realize its there.

Seeing little Polly naked, with that surprisingly good looking body of hers,
made me realize that there was a sexual side to her nature. She was already
charming, with the promise of being more so as she grew up. Polly noticed me
looking her over and her embarrassed smile brought me back to reality.

Alongside me, my wife, Sue, was nearly done. She poked me in the ribs. "Come
on. You're the only one still dressed."

Just as I finished undressing, the door to the bathroom opened and Mindy
peeked out. It was a rare opportunity and I couldn't resist. I put my hands to
my mouth as if I were playing a trumpet, and gave out with a series of  'Ta Da
Da Da! Ta Da Da Da!' The door swung shut and Mindy retreated.

"Mom! Make him stop."

It didn't work. I was having too much fun and gave out with another blast on
my trumpet. "Ta Da Da Da! Ta Da Da Da!"

"Daadd! I'm not coming out unless you stop."

My musical director had heard enough. "OK. Put the horn away or she'll be in
there all weekend."

In a  conciliatory tone I called to the girl. "Come on out, darling. You can't
stay in there. Sooner or later one of us is going to have to use the facility.
I'll be quiet."

Again, the door opened. Mindy peeked out to see us all standing around,
pretending she wasn't there. Cautiously, she stepped into the cabin. For a
brief instant she made eye contact with me and then looked away. No doubt it
was awkward for a girl her age, just becoming aware of the changes taking
place in her body, to appear nude in front of her father. Trying hard to
ignore us, she strolled to the window and stood, looking out. The sun was
shining through at just the right angle. It was like a spotlight on her.

Mindy had a habit of stretching her arms up in the air and arching her back,
while at the same time running her hands through her long, red hair. It was an
innocent, subconscious move that I'd seen her perform dozens of times. She did
it now. The thing is, being naked, the pose gave her a provocative look that I
found riveting. My eyes traveled up and down her form, taking in every detail.
As with Polly, only more so since Mindy was older, it disturbed me that I was
ogling my own child.  Yet, I couldn't help myself. My male hormones had
automatically clicked in.

I hadn't lived a monastic life. My wife was hardly the only woman I'd ever
seen naked, nor was she the only woman I'd ever had sex with. It's just that
my girls, especially Mindy, were nice in a way that I'd never thought about
before. I couldn't get over how shapely they were, how alluring.

If you don't know let me tell you. Seeing a young girl naked is not the same
as seeing her in a bathing suit. When you see a child naked, it makes you
think about things that maybe you shouldn't be thinking about. I wondered if
the other children would affect me the same way. I'd know soon enough. After
all, this was a nudist camp.

Quickly,  I cataloged Mindy's anatomy. Her legs were exceptionally well
formed, with thighs that already had a pleasing swell to them. Further up, her
narrow hips gracefully curved into a thin waist and flat stomach. She was
slender, but without that spindly, skinny look that young girls often have.

Her breasts were growing, too. Before we ever talked about coming to the camp,
I'd noticed that Mindy's nipples were beginning to show through her clothing.
Until now though, I hadn't given it much thought. Seeing her naked made all
the difference. Again I thought back to when I was a school boy. It must have
been about fifth or sixth grade when we noticed that some of the girls were
changing. We, the other boys and I, used to speculate on what those nascent
beauties were like. Now I knew. What a sight! Mindy wouldn't need a bra for
awhile but her tits were already big enough to hold my interest. I never
dreamed that a girl her age would look so appealing.

Like her sisters, Mindy's cunt was smooth and clean. The absence of hair
allowed me to clearly see the firm, fat lips covering her opening. As Mindy
walked away, I was impressed by her tight, round, little ass. Her back curved
in just a bit, and this made her lovely behind seem just a bit more prominent.
It really did catch your eye.

Most men, I suppose, can be stirred by an exceptionally, pretty girl who is
just starting to bloom and I'm no exception. A man can be forgiven for
admiring a lovely child so long as he keeps his hands and his thoughts to
himself. I had to do this now but it was difficult. Because Mindy was my
daughter I felt like I had a proprietary interest in her. It seemed that I
should be able to touch her and I had to fight the urge to do so. Where were
these ideas coming from? What the hell was wrong with me? This was Mindy
standing before me. She was buck naked and a fine piece of work, but she was
my daughter!

Looking back, I can understand what was happening to me, but at the time
things were not all that clear. From the moment my sweet, young Polly slipped
out of her panties I was caught up in an internal conflict. I'd never
considered my girls to be "girls" per se. They were just my kids. Nothing
more. Seeing those lovely bodies, especially those delightful, little cunts,
made me realize that they were not just children. They were females, already
grown enough to be interesting in a sexual way. The day was coming when they'd
be going out with boys and start having sex. In Mindy's case I didn't think
the day was that far off. She was a delight to behold. If the boys weren't
after her by now, it wouldn't be much longer.

Then I felt a burst of pride. I'd made these enchanting creatures. They had
come from my loins.

I didn't want Sue to notice me leering. My attraction to the girls seemed
sacrilegious. So much for the magazines at Adele's. With an exertion of inner
strength, I defeated the demon in my loins and regained control. Too late.
Sue, the ever watchful, had noticed my interest. She scooted all three naked
girls out the door and told them to bring in their things from the car.

"Well... what do you think?" she said with a wicked grin.

"Think?...about what?"

"Your pretty girls." She replied with a giggle. "You were staring at them...
They're growing up fast, aren't they?"

"They certainly are, especially Mindy... Say, let's get all our stuff inside
and then go see what this place has to offer."

The remainder of the day went by without incident, except for the abundance of
naked women and girls. I was surprised that so many people went in for this
stuff. The camp was crowded. For me it was a continuing struggle to keep from
rising to the occasion. It was wearing me out.

With sunset and the cool of the night, the naked flesh around us gradually
disappeared under clothing again.

By the time it grew dark, the girls were soon ready to go to sleep. We all
were. The fresh air and the running around had tired us out.

There were yawns all around as I watched my girls slip into their cots and
then I turned down the lights. Sue crawled into our bed and I followed her
moments later. Once our eyes grew accustomed to the dark, there was just
enough light from a lamp post outside to let us see what we were doing.

"Goodnight, girls," Sue said, snuggling up tight against me.

At the same time, her hands dropped down between my legs and she began
massaging me. Longing for the hardness that had been denied me all day, I was
ready for action in seconds!

"Watch it, " I whispered, my hands rising to cup her small breasts, "I don't
think they're all asleep, yet."

"If you wait much longer, I'll be asleep. You better do something now, or
forget it."

I didn't reply, the time for talk had already passed. My hands roved over the
smoothness of Sue's nude body, caressing her breasts, stroking her belly...
and accepting the invitation to probe the moist, warm opening between her
legs.

As I pounded Sue harder and harder the covers slipped down to expose us. The
light was dim, but my eyes had adjusted so that I could see just Sue's nude
form under me. Her nipples were hard and erect... her eyes closed in ecstasy.

A movement off to the side caught my attention and I glanced over to see Mindy
resting on her elbows, apparently watching us. She had to be. There wasn't
anything else going on in our corner of the cabin. It was warm and her covers
were down, too. I could just make out her form, exposed to the waist.
Startled, I stopped and just lay there, wondering what to do.

"Why are you stopping?" Sue whispered, "I'm not done, yet."

"Mindy's awake... and watching us," I whispered back.

"Are you sure? I can't see her from here."

We were like two conspirators. "Yes."

Sue wiggled a bit underneath me, trying to recapture the moment. "Come on. Do
it slow and let's finish."

Unsure of what to do about Mindy, yet wanting to go on, I slowly renewed
thrusting myself into Sue. I could see Mindy out of the corner of my eye. She
was as still as could be but she was watching every move we made.

Then something peculiar happened. Some horny, little devil must have gotten
inside me and turned things around. I began to take pleasure from Mindy's
presence. The fact that she was lying there a few feet away, naked and
watching me have sex with her mother was exciting. That's exactly how I
thought about it, and the more I rolled the idea around in my head the more I
liked it. How wonderfully erotic. How sinfully delicious. My lust went into
overdrive.

Was it illusion or reality? I don't know but I swear my cock got a little
bigger and a little harder. Mindy's watching was turning me on in a way I had
never known before. It was like Sue and I had just met and we were doing it
for the first time. You know how that is? I don't mean giving up your
virginity. I mean, doing it with somebody you've never done it with before.
There's a special quality about that kind of sex. There's a novelty about it,
a sense of strangeness that is compelling.

Whatever was happening to me must have been contagious. Sue started to respond
to my heightened passion. She clawed her fingers into my back and began
meeting my strokes. She was bouncing up off the bed and slamming into me every
time I pushed down.  We went on that way, going at each other harder and
harder. At the same time I watched Mindy out of the corner of my eye and
wondered what she thought of our performance. Finally, I felt Sue shuddering
and moaning under me. Her vagina closed down around my penis, pulsing like a
soft warm hand as she thrilled beneath me... and I lost it, too.

When next I looked toward Mindy, she had disappeared under the covers.

In the morning, when we rose, nothing was said of Mindy's watching, and I
pretty much didn't give it another thought. Being it was Sunday, we had to
think about returning to the city that night.

In order to spend more time at the resort, on the following weekend we headed
out on Friday night instead of Saturday morning. It amused me to see how
quickly we had all become used to being naked. Everyone, even Mindy, stripped
in the open cabin without any prompting. It was even funny, in a way.

During that first weekend, while I was checking out my girls, they were doing
the same thing to Sue and me. After all, they'd never seen a naked adult of
either sex.

During the first weekend, all three of the girls kept stealing looks at us.
Sue and I knew what they were looking at and could easily guess what they were
thinking. Naturally, being the only male in the family, I aroused more
curiosity than Sue.

Even though we were all more at ease on the next weekend, the girls still
hadn't entirely gotten used to the idea. Every once in awhile one of them
would flick her eyes down between my legs. They couldn't resist the temptation
of looking. Mindy did it more than Polly, and little Suzy hardly looked at
all. Whenever Mindy saw that I was aware of her looking, she'd turn away,
obviously embarrassed. You could see her struggling with herself, trying not
to look, and then she'd do it again.

I'm not suggesting that my girls went around all day gawking at me, or any
other man. They didn't. However, Mindy was looking me over just often enough
to where I became sensitive to it and I even began to anticipate it. I could
often tell from her body language when she was going to do it. It didn't
bother me. In fact I liked it. Knowing that she was admiring me pumped up my
ego. In all honesty I have to tell you that I enjoyed looking at Mindy, too.
She was my daughter but she was also a pretty girl, just starting to ripen
into a woman. To observe her at this stage, up close and unclothed, filled me
with awe. There were benefits to nudism that I hadn't thought of before we got
into it.

The heightened sense of awareness that nudity brought, and being in a strange
bed were too much for Sue and I. As soon as we dared, after turning the lights
out, we reached for each other and began making love. About midway through the
fun, I remembered what had happened the week before. Without missing a stroke,
I glanced over to Mindy's cot and sure enough, she was watching us.

Once again I started getting that odd feeling. Mindy's watching was feeding my
lust. The first time, I had turned my head away and sort of checked on Mindy
out of the corner of my eye. This time, I didn't turn away. Neither did Mindy.
In the dark we couldn't see each other's faces but I'm sure she knew I was
looking at her.

It had fallen to Sue to talk to our girls about sex. I didn't know how often
or to what extent Sue had discussed these things with Mindy, but I knew the
conversations had taken place. Mindy must have known what Sue and I were
doing.

The more Mindy watched, the more I liked it. Such brazen and out of character
behavior on her part was strangely stimulating.

Sue caught my excitement just as before, but this time I didn't say anything
to her about Mindy. I just let things go and we had a good time together.
Later in the weekend Sue commented on how much she enjoyed our sex at the
camp. Fucking-in-the-forest, as she called it, was different, and more
satisfying. My wife chalked it up to being nude outdoors, moonlight, fresh air
and all that.

This was probably a good part of it, but I had to give Mindy some of the
credit. For the rest of the summer, every Friday and Saturday night when we
were at the camp, we'd go to bed early and have sex. Mindy missed a couple of
nights, but most of the time she would be there, waiting to tune us in like we
were a favorite TV show.

Sue and I had been together for almost 15 years. We had been faithful to our
marriage vows but I suppose after that much time, we were sort of used to each
other. This bizarre, new spin on our sex was something that I liked very much.

Both of us were having a good time and I couldn't see where any real harm was
being done. So, as the summer wore on I never told Sue that we had an
audience, much less that I liked the idea. When we crawled into bed on those
weekend nights, I was more than just ready for sex. I was eager for it and
almost couldn't wait. It was exciting in a way I hadn't known since before we
got married and I loved it. Oh, yes. Having Mindy watch us fuck definitely
added to the fun.

Vicariously, I was bringing Mindy into bed with us. I was not that thick
headed that I didn't see this, right off. What I couldn't see, at the time,
was where this business was headed. Without realizing it, I had already taken
several steps down a strange, new road.

Early one morning toward the end of summer, just before dawn, I woke with a
full bladder and slipped out of bed to relieve myself. While crossing the
cabin to the bathroom, I glanced over to where the girls were sleeping and
caught my breath. Mindy was lying on top of the covers. She was naked, of
course, and on her back. Her legs were open and one knee was drawn up, like
she was going to kick something.

I stepped over to the cot to get a better look. The moonlight coming through
the cabin window gave a pale glow to her girlish form. It was easy to pick out
the details of that sensuous, young body.

There was an air of unreality about seeing her like that... she didn't look
like Mindy. She seemed more like a young, sleeping goddess or perhaps a forest
nymph. Coming as no surprise, I grew an erection looking at my daughter. You
see, Mindy had been giving me erections all summer, every time she watched me
have sex with her mother. It's just that I had been directing my feelings
toward Sue.

Now, standing before the sleeping girl, our roles were reversed. It was I
doing the watching, and for the first time, I openly admitted to myself that
sex with her was a possibility.

Quicker than it takes to tell it, I reminded myself that I was entering
dangerous waters. Mindy was only ten years old. Men my age are not supposed to
be interested in girls that young. She was also still a virgin and I had no
right to take that from her. Finally, and most important, she was my daughter
and at any age I should not be fooling around with her.

Rather than cooling my emotions these thoughts had the opposite effect..
Knowing that I wasn't supposed to do anything with her only made me want her
more. She was so sweet and she looked so inviting, lying there naked and
helpless before me. Kneeling down beside her, I reached between my daughter's
legs. The feel of her firm, young girl flesh was incredible. Never in my life
had I experienced anything quite like it.

She was dry. I could just get my finger into her opening. Slowly and carefully
I worked my way deeper into that little vagina. She stirred a bit and I froze,
waiting for her to come awake. After a moment or two I decided she was still
asleep and resumed my exploration. Inside her, I began to feel a little
moisture. I marveled at the fact that as young as she was and still asleep,
her body was reacting to my touch. My other hand closed around my rock hard
shaft and I began slowly stroking myself. I don't remember how long I lingered
there, enjoying my girl's sexuality, but it had to be several minutes. It was
a marvelous, incredible experience. She was new. She was fresh. I was touching
her, feeling her in a personal, intimate way that she had never known before.
She was asleep but I could tell that her body was feeling the pleasure of my
hand within her. The inside of her little cunt was getting warmer and wetter.
Was she dreaming of a young love?

Eventually she stirred again, and the thought of her coming awake and finding
me at her side drove me off. As quietly as I could, I slipped into the
bathroom. My cock was still hard. Nothing could happen until I got rid of the
erection, but it wouldn't go down. All I could think of was Mindy, lying
there, waiting for me. I had touched my daughter in a way that fathers are not
supposed to do, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

It was like discovering a new world and I wanted to go exploring. All kinds of
wild, unspeakable temptations were crowding in on me. Should I go back and
touch her again? No, that would be wrong. Suppose she woke up?

Finally, hidden from my family and fantasizing about Mindy, I masturbated. It
had been years since I'd done it and I felt a little foolish. For the time
being, though, my problem was solved. My excitement subsided, I was able to
urinate and then go back to bed.

Mindy was safe for a while. I had tamed the beast, but I knew it would be
back. A change had come over me. Snuggled up to my wife, it was a while before
I drifted off into a restless sleep.

After this I felt I should tell Sue what had been going on. I didn't tell her
everything of course and, as a result of my sanitized version of events, Sue
was unconcerned and refused to make an issue of it. She even confided in me
that she had watched her parents when she was a child. To me, it was a serious
matter because of the way I was starting to feel about Mindy. I just couldn't
bring myself to say these things to Sue. As the summer drew to a close, we
continued to play our parts in the weekend sex drama. Sue and I went on making
love to each other, but I was looking at and thinking about Mindy while we did
it.

Before this business began, Mindy was just my little girl and that's all. When
I thought about sex, I thought about my wife, or occasionally some other good
looking woman who might have just walked by. Now, when I thought about sex I
would often think about Mindy, lying naked in the moonlight, her legs spread
apart and her sweet, little vagina open and waiting for me. Having admitted to
myself that the girl was getting to me, it became increasingly difficult to
hide my feelings. At times, especially when we were at camp, I'd look at Mindy
and start to get an erection. It was embarrassing to say the least. With
varying degrees of success I fought to control myself. Sue did not seem to
have caught on to what was happening, and when she did notice me getting hard,
she naturally assumed it was for her. I don't think this was true of Mindy.
Perhaps because she was the object of my lust, she seemed to know that I had
developed a new kind of interest in her. Once in awhile our eyes would meet,
and she'd give me a funny look. I almost didn't want to think about it because
it seemed so crazy. Yet, I could swear that somehow this sweet, innocent
ten-year old girl of mine knew how I felt about her and she wasn't bothered by
it. It really was a strange kind of game.

On the last weekend of the season something unusual happened. The camp we were
at was built in a    wide expanse of woodlands with small lakes and ponds
scattered all around. Sue and I had taken our three girls to the swimming
pool. After settling them in we decided to take a walk in the woods. We
wandered into the trees quite some ways and Sue began acting like a young
girl...laughing and teasing me. When you've been married as long as we were,
it's easy to tell when your partner has fucking on her mind. It didn't take a
rocket scientist to figure out where Sue was leading me or what she wanted to
do when we got there. In time we found ourselves in a little grassy clearing
beside a small pond. It was really a nice, romantic setting and it looked like
we were far enough off the regular paths that no one would disturb us. Sue
turned abruptly to me, spread her feet apart and rested her hands on her hips.
"Let's do it here."

Oddly, for me, I wasn't really up for sex at that particular moment. Something
in the back of my mind told me that this wasn't the right place. I wasn't
about to tell Sue that an inner voice told me not to fuck, but I couldn't
think of anything else to say. I just sort of stood there with what was
probably a stupid expression on my face.

"I want to do it, here and now. How often do you get an offer like this from a
naked woman?" Sue had this really lewd smile on her face. I'd only seen her
look that way when she was drunk but on this occasion she hadn't been
drinking. My wife was intoxicated by the prospect of sex. Moving like a cat
she stepped up to me, dropped to her knees and grabbed my prick. Without so
much as a how-do-you-do, her mouth closed around my cock and Sue began licking
and sucking on me while at the same time masturbating me.

Needless to say, it didn't take long to get me in the mood.

"OK... I think you're ready." Sue suddenly said, letting my prick slip from
her mouth, "Now, shove it in!" I stared at her as she turned and dropped to
her hands and knees. Her ass was aimed at me, her knees were wide apart, and
her hairy cunt was waiting for me to make the next move.

The urge was on me now and I dropped to my knees behind her. She was more than
ready. Sue was almost frantic with desire. She actually cursed me when I
fumbled my first attempt to penetrate her. I'd never, in all the years we were
together, known her to act this way. She was seemingly possessed by a demon.
She wanted to fuck bad, really bad.

Once I got it in, she went absolutely nuts. No matter how hard I banged into
her, she wanted more. She kept telling me, that's how I knew. I was afraid
that when I finally shot my load into her she'd still be pushing her ass out
looking for someone, or something to fuck. What was I going to do?

With more control than I ever thought I had, I held back and kept thrusting
into my woman. Sue had already come once and we were riding toward another
climax. Again, I knew what she was going through because she kept passing
regular bulletins on her emotional state. Only she was using foul, gutter
language that I'd never heard come from her lips before. Sue could let loose
when she was upset, but I'd never heard talk like that from her before. Where
did she learn that stuff?

Then she started comparing me to her father. A cold chill went through me. It
sounded like Sue and her father had done it but when? Recently? No, that was
impossible. He didn't live nearby and we rarely saw him. When she was a child?
God! I thought of what was going on between Mindy and I.

All of a sudden I noticed a movement in the trees. Someone, or something, was
watching us. If ever there was a time when I wanted to be alone with my wife,
this was definitely it. Who in the hell was creeping around in the bushes?

Well, let me tell you brother, I had my hands full with a woman, who, for all
I knew, had gone crazy. I wasn't in the mood for any peeping tom. Of course,
it might have been a bear and then Sue and I both would be in big trouble.
Sue's wild behavior, and even wilder talk, had infected me and I was being
pulled down into the depths of animalistic sex. I figured if it was a human
watching us he was getting one hell of a show. If it was an animal, it would
have to contend with my wife. She was crazy mad for fucking and I didn't want
to be the one to tell her she had to stop.

"God damn!"

It was Mindy. She moved just as I was looking her way and I spotted her, in
the shadow of the trees. At that moment I could have killed her. My emotions
were all twisted in knots and she had nearly given me a heart attack. In a
burst of anger I grabbed tight onto Sue's hips and fucked for all I was worth.
If Mindy wanted to see people having sex, I was going to show her what it was
like. If Sue thought her father could fuck better than me, I was going to
prove otherwise. I looked right at Mindy, knowing she could see me, and
motioned to her to come over to us.

You'll have to forgive me but at the moment I had alternately been
experiencing fear, anger and sexual desire. All these different emotions were
running through me like race cars. If Mindy had come to us, I would have
thrown her on the ground and fucked her, right there in front of her mother.
It would have been more out of anger than desire but I'm sure I would have
done it.

She didn't come near, so I just kept banging into Sue, harder and harder.

The change in tempo must have been just what Sue was wanting. She calmed down
and matched my thrusts. We were working together and I could feel the
explosion building within me. Once again, Mindy was contributing to one of my
orgasms. I was getting to where I really liked the idea.

Suddenly it was over and Sue and I slumped to the grass, enjoying the
afterglow. I looked over to where Mindy had been standing... but she was gone.
The naked girl in the shadows had disappeared. Somehow it didn't seem to
matter anymore.

On the way back I casually mentioned to Sue that Mindy had followed us. "God.
Are you sure, Jack?"

"I'm as sure as I could be about anything, babe. I saw her plain as day,
standing near a tree and watching us."

"OK. I'll talk to her. Don't say anything, Jack. Let me handle it."

It sounded good to me and I agreed.

Once we were packed and before we got into the car. Sue took Mindy off some
ways. I couldn't hear what was being said but I knew what the topic was. There
wasn't any screaming or anything, mostly Sue talked and mostly Mindy listened.
It didn't last long but Polly and Suzy wanted to know what they were doing. No
way was I going to give an honest answer to that question. While they were
standing together, I noticed that Mindy was almost as tall as her mother. She
was growing up fast. When they came back, I put my arm around Mindy and gave
her a good hug. We didn't say anything but from the look in her eyes, I felt
that some new bond of understanding had been forged between us. I was
beginning to feel like a man with two wives.

We left the resort about six that evening and headed back to the city. We had
played hard all weekend and the others slept while I drove. Sue was nestled
against my side and the two younger girls were in the back of the van. Mindy
was lying on the seat behind me and I could just see her in the rear view
mirror. We had been on the road about half an hour or so when I noticed
something in the mirror. Mindy had worn a simple shift dress for the ride
home, and now she was lying there on her back with one knee raised.

It required me to readjust the mirror, but I knew what I would see. The hem of
the loose fitting dress had slipped over Mindy's upraised knee and dropped to
her waist. She wasn't wearing panties!

There in the mirror was a perfect view of her long, slender legs, all the way
up her shapely thighs, and finally, in the dim light I could just make out the
cleft of her opening. For some ten miles or so I just took lots of peeks into
the mirror and enjoyed the sight. Even though I'd seen her nude every weekend
this summer, looking at her asleep and with her dress pulled up made it
different. It reminded me of that night when I'd touched her. Besides, now
that the season was over, I probably wouldn't be seeing my girl in the nude
for a long time. This was my last chance to enjoy her. Eventually Mindy moved
in her sleep, changed her position and the show was over.

What was happening to me? I spent the remainder of the drive considering
recent events. Never before had I been interested in a girl anywhere near
Mindy's age; at least not since I had been in grade school. Now, here I was,
lusting for this ten-year old child, my own daughter. Worse, I had already
fondled her and to simply say it was fun would be an enormous understatement.
Mindy, with her youth and innocence, and her budding sexuality offered a
powerful, new kind of erotic pleasure that I had never known before.

She was like an addictive drug, and I was hooked. Inwardly, I wrestled with
myself over the matter. On the one hand, all the arguments about her youth,
her innocence and being my daughter made sense. On the other, I kept
remembering the way it felt that night in the moonlight when I put my hand
between her legs. She wasn't even awake and had no idea I'd done it, yet it
was unbelievably thrilling. What would it be like if she was awake, and could
respond to me? The mere thought of that was enough to set my head spinning.
What was happening to me? Was I becoming some sort of pedophile monster, like
the ones the papers always seemed to be talking about?

After the last outing at the camp, our lives began to slip back into the old
routine.  The girls went back to school, the summer heat passed and I was once
again caught up in my work at the insurance company. At that time we were
undertaking a major reorganization. The company had lost a lot of money and a
change in the way we did things became necessary. By late September we were
getting ready to move. It had fallen to me to be responsible for some of the
planning, and I had to present my ideas to my superiors for discussion and
review. By way of preparing, I was coming home early and using my little
office in our home. Here, in relative seclusion, I was able to polish up the
presentation I'd be making.

On this particular day I pulled up to the house about 2:00 in the afternoon.
Upon entering I discovered that Mindy was home. She was a middle school
student, having started sixth grade just a few weeks earlier. Normally she
wouldn't have been home that time of day, but the school had closed early
because of a teacher's conference of some kind. My wife had told me this was
going to happen but I'd forgotten about it.

Mindy was in the living room watching television. I stopped by to say hello
and let her know I'd be in the office and to not disturb me. About ten minutes
or so later, I looked up from my work to see her standing in the doorway,
watching me. That year, what I had been told was the "prep school" look was
popular with girls of Mindy's age. It consisted of plaid skirts, blouses and
sweaters. It did make the girls look dressed up, so even though the outfits
were expensive, I liked them. Mindy was wearing one that day. There was
another reason I liked the outfits. The skirts were designed to stop well
above the knee, and so, you got to see a lot of leg. Girls like Mindy looked
fabulous in those short skirts.

At that time of day, the afternoon sun was shining through the hall window
right behind Mindy. Since she wasn't wearing a slip, the skirt took on a
translucent quality and I could see her figure outlined underneath. My stomach
felt like it was being tied in knots. You see, it was only with the greatest
difficulty that I had concluded nothing more would happen between Mindy and
me.

Although the activities of the recent summer had profoundly changed my
attitude toward my oldest daughter, I was still struggling with myself. It was
a losing battle but I still hadn't given in to my longing for her. Mindy's
blossoming sexuality had infected me as surely as any virus. She was growing
prettier and more womanlike every day. The pace of change in her young body
was quickening.  Coming up on her eleventh birthday, Mindy was almost as tall
as my wife and Sue had recently put the girl in lightweight, training bras. At
that moment, standing there with her girlish figure silhouetted under the
short skirt, she was almost irresistible.

Suddenly, like the crack of a whip, my mind cleared. I guess my evil self got
the better of me. Seeing her there, in that short skirt with her figure
showing through, was what did it. My resolution to leave her untouched,
withered and died. I wanted her and it looked like she was asking for it,
anyway. What better time than now? We were alone in the house. No one would
see us. No one would know. A powerful longing for the girl surged through me.
It actually hurt, I wanted her so much.

It was deathly quiet. In the movies, a scene like this would probably have
been accompanied with dramatic music. Violins perhaps. With nothing like that
working for me, I merely lifted my hand and beckoned to her. "Come here,
darling. I want to see you."

As she came to me, I remained seated. My chair was on swivels and I turned it
in her direction. Mindy walked up to me and my arms reached out to enfold her.
For a moment I speculated about her feelings in this matter. How would she
react to a blatant sexual overture? What if she turned and ran? I had no
answers to these questions but Mindy was not the naive, sexual innocent she
might seem to an outsider. There was the little matter of her repeatedly
observing Sue and I in bed, and then there was that afternoon in the woods. I
was sure that Mindy had given more than a passing thought to sex, and had
likely even considered the possibility of her and me doing it together.

Whatever might happen, however she might react, I was about to find out. The
part of me that loved and cared for Mindy as my child had become locked away,
inside me. Devil lust was in charge now and he was not about to taste
disappointment. There was a sweet, heady fragrance about Mindy, a delicious,
young girl kind of scent. Greedily, I pulled her close and pressed my face
into her bosom so as to breathe her in.

There was no response from Mindy. For me though, holding her close was so
stimulating, that within seconds my cock swelled up to full size. They say a
stiff prick has no conscience and for me, at that moment, it was certainly
true. If I'd had any reservations about fooling around with my own daughter,
they were gone now.

I spread my hands across her back, pulling her even closer, and squeezed her
between my legs. She stiffened a little, but otherwise there was no indication
that she objected to what I was doing. Just in case, I used my fingers to
slowly trace tiny ovals in her back. When she was a small child I often did
this to soothe her if she was hurt or upset. As my hands moved around, I could
feel the straps of her bra through the blouse. How intriguing that my little
girl, not quite eleven-years old, should already be wearing such a womanly
garment. I would have to see her in it.

My hands kept moving lower and lower down her back. A shudder of excitement
ran through her as I slid down past her hips and began squeezing the rump of
her ass through the skirt.

We remained that way for several moments, she unmoving in my arms, me with my
hands roaming all over her back and behind. It was definitely no fatherly
caress I was giving her, and she had to know it. However, this was just a warm
up. A little something to let her know where things were headed. There being
no objection, my hands resumed their downward slide.

Since her skirt was short I quickly found myself stroking the backs of her
bare legs. I hesitated again. This was a threshold. If I went any further
there would be no stopping.

The feel of those smooth young legs was too much. My passion exploded and with
a rush of pleasure I broke the taboo. My hands reached under my daughter's
skirt and began to climb back up. Mindy's complexion was excellent. Over her
entire body, her skin was creamy smooth and almost  entirely free of
imperfections. Feeling up her legs to her thighs was like running my hands
over the smoothest, softest velvet you could imagine. My girl was slender but
not skinny. Her strong, young legs were supple and the flesh was firm. When I
reached her panties and felt that firm, little ass inside it took my breath
away. It was easy to tug her underpants down over her thighs. Under the skirt,
I could not see her, but I could feel! She was magnificent and I gorged myself
on her femininity. With the full impact of my actions washing over me, the
blood began to pound in my head and I felt extremely warm. This was rape
because she was underage, and it was incest because she was my daughter. It
was also breathtaking excitement and I loved it. I had a monstrous erection
that strained against my clothing, trying to get out. The unholy delight of
feeling around under my daughter's skirt  was driving me wild. My hands were
everywhere, up and down her thighs, all over her ass and up inside her tight,
hairless little cunt.

My lust went out of control. I unzipped my trousers and brought out the beast.
Now Mindy had certainly seen a lot of pricks over the summer, including mine.
To the best of my knowledge, though, this was the first time she'd ever seen
one that was hard and erect. With sacrilegious glee, I watched her eyes open
wide in surprise as I introduced her to my sexuality.

Her looking at it wasn't good enough, though. I wanted her to touch it.
Firmly, but gently, I guided her hand to my throbbing shaft. There was some
reluctance on her part, but she went along with me. As her fingers drew near,
she let her breath out with a soft murmur of wonderment.
	
With my hand still covering hers, I closed her grasp around my prick. It was a
marvelous sensation, feeling her graceful, little hand on me that way and
seeing her thin fingers curled around my flesh. So as not to lose her, I again
went under her skirt to resume finger banging her cunt.

At first Mindy was quiet and still. I don't know what she was expecting  when
I summoned her,  but it probably didn't include what was happening. She stood
there facing me, not moving, her head and eyes cast down. She even looked a
little scared. Not that I minded. Her acting this way impressed upon me that
it was my little kitten's first sex, and this greatly added to the thrill.
When I took my hand away, she held onto my cock but that's all. She just stood
there, staring at her hand, as though she couldn't believe what she was
holding. I continued fingering and stroking her, but I couldn't seem to get
her going. For the moment, I was the only one having fun.

Gradually, she did begin to change. The first sign of improvement was when she
shifted her weight. At first I thought she was going to pull away. Instead she
settled her pussy onto my finger at, what for her, must have been a better
angle. Then she started to lubricate. Next I noticed a deepening of color in
her face and she began to lose that scared look she'd had. Finally, she began
to move her hand around on my cock.

Much to my surprise, she spoke. "This is what they call a boner, isn't it?"

I was amused at her terminology. On occasion I'd heard Sue use the word. I
wondered if this was where Mindy had picked it up. "It certainly is." I
replied.

Still holding me, she went on. "It's bigger than I thought. Does it always get
this big?"

The lewd talk was stimulating. It was something I hadn't anticipated but it
certainly added to my enjoyment.  "It gets big when I'm with someone like you.
You're making it big because you're so sexy."
	
Mindy gave me a skeptical look and turned her attention back to my prick. It
was fascinating to see the change of mood coming over her. The inside of her
cunt was getting wet and slippery. I tried to imagine what this experience
must be like for her. With growing interest, she commenced to give me a
thorough examination, even feeling my ball sack. I loved it. Waves of pleasure
were washing over me. She bent my cock back and forth, viewing it from
different angles, and traced over the pulsing, blood filled veins with her
fingers.

"This is what goes up inside me? All of this?"

I could barely speak, for my mouth had gone dry. "Yes, babe. It's all for
you."

Mindy was silent for another few moments as she went on examining me. It was
obvious that she was keenly interested. Then, she spoke again.  "I don't know.
It looks awfully big, to me... Does mom get it all in?"

From the examination I was giving her, I knew that my cock would not easily
penetrate her tight, little hole. "Of course. She's a woman but you're just a
girl. We'll have to take it easy on you but we'll get it in."

Mindy's eyes met mine, again, and I was thrilled by what I saw. All the
fooling around was having its effect on her. She was taking on a wanton,
lustful look. I'd never before seen an expression like that on a child.
Indeed, I wouldn't have believed it possible in one so young but she was
definitely coming on. That look on her face pushed me over the edge. She was
getting herself in the mood to fuck and I was just the one to do it to her. I
decided to pull her down and mount her, right there on the floor. Before I
could though, she tightened her grip and began to masturbate me. "Is this how
I do it?"

"Oh, yes!" I was stunned that she knew about jerking off. Would Sue have
taught her that? Within seconds, she had me in an ecstasy that was unbearably
sweet. It became impossible to hold a rational thought. I was drowning in
pleasure. Although I wanted to fuck her, I wasn't sure I could actually do it.
She was so young and her pussy was so tight. In any case, it wasn't going to
happen now. From the way she was stroking me, I was about to go out of my
mind. With one hand still under her skirt my other hand went exploring inside
her blouse, looking for the fresh, young tits I knew were there. I was nearly
ready to come.

It must have been quite a scene. Lord only knows what Sue would have done if
she'd walked in and caught us. In about a minute it was over. I exploded all
over Mindy and myself. It went on her hand and all over her skirt. This
surprised her. With an "Ooooh. What's that?" she tried to pull away from me,
but I was holding her too tight. She had to stay and take it.

"Dad? What's all that white, sticky stuff coming out of you for?"

For a moment I couldn't speak. I was in the throes of the orgasm and trying to
get her hand back on my cock. There were a few more spurts left and I pressed
into her leg, pumping the last of my semen onto her skirt.

When I could finally speak... "It's cum. It's my semen... That's the stuff
that makes babies grow. If it goes up inside you, you can get pregnant."

"Oh... I didn't know it looked like that... There's a lot of it, isn't there?
How will I get it off my skirt? Suppose mom sees it?"

I wasn't quite ready to discuss housekeeping chores. Mindy had definitely rung
my bell and there were still a few echoes of pleasure bouncing around inside
me. It was very good, what we had just done, but not as good as I knew it
could be. I couldn't tell if she'd had an orgasm or not. It didn't matter,
now. The others would be home soon. There wasn't time for anything else.
Later, when I could arrange it, we would see about playing this game again.
There was so much I wanted to say to her and do to her, there were so many
things I could show her. The future looked very bright.

For a while longer I held onto Mindy, pressing into her and letting my
emotions cool down. Eventually we broke contact and she moved off from me. Her
skirt really was a mess. There was cum soaking in all over the front of it. No
way did I want Sue to see this. "Go upstairs and change clothes, babe. Bring
me the skirt and I'll have it cleaned."

As she turned to leave, Mindy screwed her face up to silently mouth the word
"yuk," and then pulled the skirt out from her legs, so as not to get any cum
on herself. I had to laugh.

After she went upstairs, I brought my hand to my face and sniffed at it. The
smell of Mindy's cunt was still strong and fresh on my fingers. Oh, yes. We
would fuck, her and I, and soon, too. This little episode, as nice as it was,
had done nothing to sate my lust. Indeed, now that I'd had a good taste of
what she was like, I only wanted more.

With Mindy gone from the room, I was able to think more sanely. Her first,
true intercourse had to be a memorable event. I would have to make it as
pleasant and enjoyable for her as I could. Where could we do it? Here, in the
house? If so, when? There couldn't be any interruptions. Perhaps I could take
her someplace. If only I could sleep with her. That would be the delight of
all delights. To awake in the morning after a night of fucking, and have my
lovely Mindy there beside me, waiting to be fucked again.

The road of life had taken a sharp turn in a new direction. For the moment my
plans were vague but the uncertainty of my relationship with Mindy was behind
me. In a general sort of way I could see what lay ahead. It would be glorious.

Besides her physical charms, Mindy had a persuasive, captivating personality.
While still quite young, she had learned that she could induce people to do
things she wanted. She would get this odd look on her face and then arch her
eyebrows and inflect her voice in a certain way. It was a disarming
performance by a pretty, little girl that worked amazingly well.  Sue and I
thought it was cute, and we often laughed at her transparent efforts to
influence us. While we were laughing though, Mindy often got her way.

As time went by, Mindy continued to practice on everyone she came in contact
with. By age ten she had refined and polished this little trick to a
considerable degree. She had learned to add body language and other variations
that were hard to resist. There even seemed to be different versions of her
performance, depending on the age and sex of her victim. A born saleswoman and
leader, I swear my child could charm a bird out of a bush.

There were times when Mindy actually made me feel uncomfortable. She would
come after me, wanting something that I was not inclined to give her. I would
refuse, knowing what was coming and knowing that I'd likely end up giving in.
I guess you could say that Mindy was spoiled because I rarely said `no' to
her.

Whenever Mindy turned her attention to someone else, I liked to step back and
enjoy the drama. It was fun to see Sue, or even someone outside our family,
squirm while Mindy worked her magic. Oddly, Mindy's youngest sister, Suzy,
seemed immune to the power. I could almost die laughing when these two matched
wits. Mindy would try to persuade little Suzy to do something and the kid
would just flat refuse to go along. You could see that Mindy was turning up
the juice, full blast, but it didn't work on Suzy. As Mindy became ever more
intent on winning her case, Suzy would wrinkle up her face and stare as though
she had a bug on her nose. It was a comical expression and it just destroyed
Mindy. Things usually ended with Mindy stomping out of the room in disgust. It
was heartening to know that not everyone was a patsy for this svengali of the
Danvers family.

Mindy was going to be eleven in November. A few days after our little romp in
my office, the question came up of how to celebrate her birthday. Sue and I
had recently finished off our basement. We'd put a lot of money into it and
the downstairs was now a very comfortable place. Mindy wanted to have a
birthday party there. At first, I was reluctant to let a bunch of children
christen the project by spilling cake and ice cream all over it. I knew that
Mindy would be working me over, trying to get me to change my mind, but I
resolved not to give in. Not for the last time was I to see just how much
things had changed between us. When I showed that I didn't really like the
idea of a birthday party in our new room, Mindy let me have it. She turned her
head in that special way, looked at me with her most beguiling expression and
turned on the charm.

"Daad!"

She didn't have to say another word. The message in her eyes was clear. With
the added power of our new sexual relationship, as rudimentary as it was at
that point, I couldn't refuse her anything. How quickly they learn.

Mindy's birthday was the 8th of November, a Saturday as it turned out. Sue and
the girls began planning as though it were a royal wedding. Every item on the
menu and all the decorations had to be personally approved by Mindy. Miss
Fussy was in her element. There would be about a dozen kids from Mindy's
circle of friends and schoolmates, evenly matched between boys and girls.
Mindy took great care in choosing her guest list, considering the likes and
dislikes of each person. Her sophistication in the matter surprised me. I'd no
idea she had so much insight into the personalities of her friends.

It was to be a late afternoon party, starting at four o'clock. After all the
surprises that had come my way in the past few months, you'd have thought I
would be ready for anything. Well, live and learn.

For most of that Saturday, things went about as I expected. There was lots of
running around caused by last minute changes in plans. Mindy had done most of
the planning and she was doing most of the changes, too. Eventually it all
came together, and for about an hour there was calm in the Danvers household.
Along about 3:30 or so I was sitting in front of the TV set with Suzy, our
youngest girl, watching a football game. Sue came marching in with a tense
look on her face and made an announcement.

"Come here. I want you to see something."

You would have thought she was going to show me a talking horse, or something.
She was that dramatic. I walked over to the bottom of the stairs with her and
waited.

"What?"

"Be patient. All right girls. Come on down."

I heard the bedroom door open and then Polly and Mindy appeared at the top of
the stairs. Polly had turned nine about a month earlier and she was going to
be at the party. I could hardly believe my eyes. The girls had identical
outfits on, fuzzy pink sweaters, short straight skirts, ankle socks, and brown
and white saddle shoes. They looked like a magazine ad for something out of
the 1950's. As they slowly descended the stairs, my stomach began doing flip
flops. Both girls were also wearing makeup. Sue had used just enough lipstick,
eyeshadow and the rest to turn them into a pair of glamour girls. It wasn't
just the makeup, it was their overall appearance, the way their hair was
fixed, everything. Being that the skirts were short and tight, the girl's trim
figures were highly accented. You couldn't help but notice their cute, little
asses. Both of them looked good enough to eat. Mindy, especially, was a dream
come true. Her breasts were just big enough to show and you could see her
little nubbins pushing out through the sweater.

The girls kept right on coming and I had to move out of the way. They stepped
into the middle of the room, slowly turned around to give me a good look; and
then stopped, with their legs slightly apart and their hands on their hips. It
was a defiant gesture and one they had apparently rehearsed. My girls weren't
stupid. They knew I'd be impressed by their appearance, I just don't think
they realized how much. I supposed they were waiting for a reaction from me.
Nothing happened. I was speechless.

Little Polly was the big surprise. I'd no idea that a nine-year old girl could
be made to look so alluring. Perhaps my experience with Mindy had sensitized
me to young girls, I don't know, but I was definitely turned on by Polly. What
a juicy looking little tart she was! If Sue hadn't been there, I swear I would
have grabbed for the little dickens whether she was my daughter or not.

We probably looked like a bunch of clothing store dummies. I was staring at
the girls while they, and Sue, were intently watching me. Sue broke the ice.
"Well, what do you think of your two pretty girls?"

"Are these my daughters? They can't be. My two funny faces never looked like
this. Where are my girls? What happened to them?"

They quickly saw through my mock outrage and broke into smiles. I couldn't
find it in my heart to be anything but pleased with them.

"Come here you two."

Both girls came to me and I put an arm around each one. They were growing up
and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Might as well go along and enjoy
the ride.

A strong feeling of lechery had come over me, but with Sue watching I had to
be careful. It was scary but at the same time intoxicating. I'd discovered an
immensely pleasing, new way to enjoy sex and I wanted to indulge myself with
these girls. Did Sue have any idea what I was thinking? Could she know that I
had become so interested in our children? She was looking at me in a strange
way and I wondered. Maybe she did understand, but if so, would she have then
deliberately dressed the girls this way? Was she tempting me or was this just
all innocent fun?

In a brief flash of fantasy I imagined myself as the king of some ancient
land. Sue was the high priestess of the temple and she was presenting me with
a pair of lovely, young virgins. Then I saw myself taking Mindy someplace and
ravishing her. I didn't need any prodding to have another sexual adventure
with her, but the way she looked at that moment guaranteed that we would be
getting together soon.

For whatever reason, Sue had set out to make the girls attractive and she'd
succeeded: perhaps, far more than she realized. Not being a man, she couldn't
know how they were affecting me. Ah, yes. The joys of fatherhood were
wondrous, indeed.

Slyly, my hand slid down to give Polly a pat on the ass. She looked so
appetizing that it made my mouth water, and I seriously considered adding her
to the menu. What would it be like to play with her little pussy? The thought
scared me a bit. I was reaching further down in age and grasping at another of
my children. My inhibitions were collapsing. Who was next? Suzy?

Right at four o'clock, as though they'd been waiting outside all day, the
party guests began arriving. In five minutes all the kids were there. Mindy
had invited four girls and six boys. Thus, even Polly had a "partner," a boy
somewhat younger than the others but still seemingly known to all.

As they greeted each other at the door, I could see that the boys were
impressed by my daughters. This allowed me to learn something else about
myself. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched the boys give my girls the once
over. One guy, whom I immediately disliked, gave out with an "ooh, la la," and
I wanted to bounce him right out the door. The other girls were cute in their
party dresses, one little blonde in particular, but they all faded into the
background when compared with Mindy and Polly. My two girls were easily the
stars of this show. Another facet of Mindy's character was coming to the
surface. It was her birthday party, in her house and she had gone to a lot of
trouble to make sure no one outshone her.

Sue and I stayed upstairs with Suzy, while the others descended to our newly
finished rec room. Mindy had made it clear that we could stay at home but we
were not to venture downstairs unless summoned. Whose house was it, anyway?

We could hear the sound of soft drink cans being popped open and then they
attacked the food. I winced a little as I heard them cranking up my expensive
new sound system. The music these kids liked was terrible. How could they
listen to that stuff?

One or two boys seemed to be causing some disagreement and I was about to go
down to investigate. Before I could make a move I heard Mindy's voice take on
an authoritative air and then all you could hear was the music. Sue went over
to peek down the stairs and turned to report her findings.

"They're dancing. Mindy told me they'd be dancing but I guess some of the boys
weren't in the mood."

For over an hour that's the way it went. Mindy seemed to have things well
under control and my admiration for her went up another notch or two. The
music must have stopped for almost ten minutes before I noticed the quiet. Sue
had gone off to the kitchen and it was when she walked back in that I became
aware of the change. She gave me a puzzled look. "It's awfully quiet down
there. What are they up to?"

Feeling like a sentry caught sleeping on post I walked over to the stairs. "I
can't tell. I don't see them. They must be all over at the other end."

Sue came over to stand next to me. "Why are we whispering in our own home?"

"Beats me. I didn't want to disturb them, but I am wondering what they're
doing."

Sue had an answer. "Well, if I were an eleven-year old girl with all those
cute boys, I'd be playing some kissing games right about now."

This bothered me a bit. I didn't like the idea of anyone, boy or man, putting
hands on Mindy. "You think that's what they're doing?"

"Well, being that quiet I can't think of anything else they'd be doing.
There's no dancing, I can tell you that."

I had to know. "I'm going down to see... "

"No, Jack. Leave them alone. I trust Mindy and if she wants to kiss a boy it's
okay."

It wasn't just the kissing that disturbed me. Mindy was already beyond the
kissing stage and I didn't want her experimenting with any of those boys down
there. Yet, there was nothing I could do. I was trapped inside my predicament.
To voice my real concerns and tell Sue why I felt that way would cause more
trouble than I wanted to see. Whatever they might be doing, I'd have to sit
tight and let it happen.

After about another ten or fifteen minutes we once again heard voices and then
the music started back. Whatever they'd been doing, they'd had enough.

When it came time to sing "Happy Birthday" and cut the cake, Mindy
magnanimously allowed us to come downstairs. My eyes quickly searched around
for signs of damage, but there weren't any. Talk about relief. Then I looked
around for clues as to what the silence had meant but, again, there was
nothing. Some of the cushions on the sofa were askew but that could have been
from anything. Was that a guilty look on that boy's face? What had the rascal
been doing?

Anyway, we sang the song and, once in the basement, I decided to hang around
to protect my interests. Things sort of went down hill after that and the
party broke up about six thirty.

Just before we went to bed that night, I learned from Sue that there had,
indeed, been kissing. She'd known it all along.  Mindy had arranged a "kissing
contest" in which each boy had to kiss each girl. Then the girls, having
sampled each boy, voted on the best kisser. In turn, the boys voted on the
girl they most enjoyed kissing. Mindy had even arranged for prizes for the
winners. I was surprised to learn that she hadn't won the girl's prize.

You may be wondering where all this is going. Well, to make a long story
short, it happened this way. I couldn't get over the way my girls looked in
their party clothes. As barbaric as it sounds, I wanted to fuck both of them.
They really did look that good.  Before the last kid had gone home, my plan
was formed. I waited until almost midnight, when I was sure everyone,
including Sue, would be asleep. Then I went into Mindy's room and crawled into
bed with her. She was about to receive one more birthday present.

This was something I'd thought about doing right from the start, back in the
summer. One of the reasons I didn't was that I was afraid Sue would catch me.
I could just picture her waking to find me gone, and then eventually walking
in while I was with Mindy. No sir. I didn't want that, but this night was
different. I was that fired up with lust that I was willing to take the
chance.

Lying next to Mindy, I could feel the warmth of her body and hear the sound of
her breathing. For a moment or two I hesitated, wondering how she would react
to my being there. I moved closer. At the instant I touched her a tremendous
wave of pleasure washed over me. It was like an electric shock. Automatically,
my arms went around her, and I curled one of my legs around hers. She stirred
and gave out a soft moan, but didn't wake up.

Then I got this feeling that something, or someone else was in control. I'd
experienced it before but it was much stronger this time. It was like the part
of me that loved and cared for my girl had been pushed down inside me and
locked up. Strange, new emotions raced through me. I felt like a caged bird
that had suddenly been released. I was soaring to ever higher levels of
excitement. Below was a vast sea of depravity. Its dark, incestuous waters
beckoned. "Come, swim in the depths of pleasure."

Incest is an immoral, and truly sinful activity. I was never more aware of
this than at that moment. Yet, breaking the taboo held no fear for me. Sex
with my children was not something to be avoided, it was something to revel
in. A feeling of exultant, almost godlike power had come over me. Nothing
could be denied to me. Anything I wanted was mine for the asking,  even my
daughter. Especially my daughter. As I thrilled to the feel of Mindy in my
arms, I thought of Polly. Yes. Her too. Why not? I intended to exercise this
new power and show I was not afraid,  by taking all of my children. As I
descended to the waves, I could feel their pull. Soon I would plunge in and
immerse myself in the joy.

Another thought came into my head. Suppose Sue should find me like this. Then,
if she did, so what? She would not dare challenge my power. I would simply
make her watch while I devoured the child. Better yet, I would command the
woman to strip naked and join me in the feast. Now that would be a night to
remember. I was always good at conjuring up sexual fantasies but not like
these. They were growing wilder and coming more easily all the time. This one
had burst, full grown, into my consciousness. I relished it and turned it over
in my mind. The utter corruption of the idea appealed to me. How evil. How
perverse. How deliciously sinful it would be. What's more, it was something I
could easily carry out. I already had the girl. All I needed was the mother
and she was right next door.  For the time being, I decided to put it aside.
The business at hand was more important. Perhaps later, at some other time, I
would come back to it. The total depravity of the idea had captured my
imaginati on.

Slowly I rolled over on my back, pulling Mindy with me, so that she ended up
lying face down on my chest. It was an awkward move and she had come awake.
Everywhere my body came into contact with hers, I felt electrified. The feel
of her lying on me was sensational. The warm, sensuous glow of her legs
entwined with mine was incredible. I was grinding my teeth together and
snorting through my nose like a bull in heat. It was increasingly difficult to
control myself. I'd never been this agitated before. There was a terrific
pounding in my head and I felt very warm. For a brief moment I even wondered
if I was having a heart attack.

God! I couldn't wait to do it to her. I could hear her heavy breathing in the
dark. She was warm and soft. With my arms around her I began to grind my hips
into her from beneath, simulating intercourse. No matter which way I moved she
went with me. There was no resistance. She had surrendered. Briefly, I
wondered what it would be like for her. Would it hurt? Would she bleed? I
didn't know but that wouldn't be good. Suppose she became pregnant? Then, as
far as I knew, she hadn't started her periods yet, so that wasn't a problem.

"Min? Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. Nothing bad is going to
happen, baby. I just want to love you. Please let me love you, ok?"

There was no response and I took her silence for consent.

Mindy was wearing a short night gown that came just to her waist, with a
matching pair of loose fitting, pajama panties. My hands went inside to feel
the slender, youthful body. Again, the feel of her soft, creamy smooth skin
was exhilarating. The narrow waist and small hips were perfect. In particular
I relished her behind. The feel of that firm, little ass was superb.

I wanted to possess her in every way I could. As my lust boiled over, I
resolved that nothing would be held back. On this night there was going to be
real sex between us. Lying with her was so good that I regretted not having
taken her sooner. What a fool I'd been to pass up something so wonderful.
There was going to be more of this, lots more. I hooked my fingers inside the
waistband of her panties and tugged them down as far as I could. It wasn't
enough. They had to come off, but I had no intention of allowing her to move
off me. The feel of her lying on me was too sweet to be denied.

I was able to bring my leg up far enough to hook my toes inside the garment.
Then I dragged it even further down her legs, to her ankles. I commanded her
to pull one leg free. She hesitated for a moment and my impatience erupted.

"Pull your leg out of the fucking pants, Min. Do it!"

She reacted instantly to the profanity and shook the panties off her feet. I
separated her legs and began exploring. The solid, firm young ass and smooth,
tight, little cunt were naked and exposed, waiting for my touch. With lust
borne enthusiasm I probed deep into her rectum and vagina. She winced and
sucked in her breath when I bored in a little too deep, but I didn't stop or
pull out. She was so lovely, so succulent, so absolutely delightful that I had
to have her. I was even a little jealous. Not of her but of some, as yet,
unknown boy or man who might, sometime in the future, eventually get to do
this with her. I didn't want anyone to know what she was like.

No matter where I touched her the skin felt like rich, smooth velvet. When I
first felt inside her cunt she was dry. As I went on finger banging her she
started to lubricate, her body stiffened and her breathing became labored. She
was nearly ready.

Fucking her was all I could think about. I moved her up, higher on my chest,
and my prick came out between her legs. I grasped it in my hand and the
pressure felt good. For a moment or two I masturbated; just a few slow
strokes, but it felt so good. Then I caressed her thighs with my cock,
pressing it into her flesh. This felt even better. Next, I brought it to her
ass and pushed into her buttocks. This was really good.  Finally, at long
last, my cock was at her pussy. For just a moment I tantalized myself by
rubbing my prick around the lips of her maidenhead. Then I began the
penetration. She was small and tight. At first there was considerable
resistance.

Only the very tip of my prick could go inside her. I pulled back to ram it in
deeper and I slipped out. Slowly and carefully I guided myself back toward my
goal. It pinched as I squeezed between the outer lips of her vagina.
Gradually, steadily pushing, my prick slowly oozed into her. It felt like I
couldn't go in any further but I still wasn't all the way in. Something inside
her was blocking me. Mindy became very tense and stiff. Her back was arched.
Her legs were spread wide apart and pushed out as straight as she could get
them. I kept trying and suddenly the resistance went away. She shuddered as my
prick slid all the way in, and I could feel her relax a bit as some of the
tension went out of her. This was more like it. The warm, wet pussy flowed and
closed around me. I had her. She was mine. For a moment I wondered if she was
bleeding, but then I didn't care. This oh, so sweet child was no longer a
virgin but I had to finish the job. What a wonderful, glorious sensation it
was, fucking her for the first time. It was my first time, too, in a way. I'd
never done it with a girl anywhere near that young before. Indeed, until that
moment I wouldn't have thought someone as small and petite as Mindy could do
it, especially with a grown man. But there we were, locked in sexual union and
she was obviously enjoying it along with me. I cannot describe for you the
immense satisfaction this gave me.

It was the sweetest pussy I'd ever had. Nothing in my entire life had ever
felt as good. I held her in place with my hands on her ass, and I thrust up
into her with all my might. Up and down. In and out. Her hands clutched at me
and she moaned. If it had never ended, it would still have been over too soon.
I will never forget how sweet it was, her lying on top of me with my cock
buried up inside her. God, she was good!

The door bell chimes gave their cheery announcement that someone was there.
When I was alone, I could get a lot of work done but having to answer the door
was one of the disadvantages. Figuring it was someone wanting to sell me
something, I steeled myself with my best sales-resistance attitude and went to
see. There, on our front porch was an angel. She was a long-haired,
green-eyed, blond about Mindy's age, who could have sold me anything. When she
called me by name, it puzzled me because I didn't recognize her.

"Hi, Mr. Danvers... remember me?"

Although her face was familiar, I couldn't quite place her. She probably was
from the neighborhood but it didn't seem that I'd forget a girl who looked
like her. From the expression I was wearing she must have figured that I was
drawing a blank where she was concerned.

"I'm Vanessa Baldwin. I live over on the next street and I go to school with
Mindy. I've been here before. You took us to the movies last month, remember?"

It started to come back. There was a Saturday when it was raining like hell,
and I had ferried Mindy and several of her friends back and forth to the
theater, in the mall. It was one of those days when everything seems to happen
at once. Sue and I were scrambling around with household chores, like a couple
of one-armed paper hangers. We had to get the girls out of our hair for a
while. We took them, and several more children from the neighborhood, to the
mall and dropped them for the afternoon. This lovely miss had been one of
them, and I now remembered seeing her pretty face in the back seat, smiling at
me through the rear view mirror. Only thing is, she didn't look like she
looked now.

"Oh, yeah. Now I remember... What can I do for you?"

"Well, our school is trying to raise money to buy new uniforms for the band. I
play in it and we're selling this candy. Wanna buy some?"

Like I said, she could have sold me anything. "Sure, can you take a check?"

"That's no problem. Most everybody pays by check these days."

"Good. Uh... listen. I have to go get my check book. Do you want to wait
here,... or do you want to come in?"

"Gee. Thanks. I'll come in, if it's OK?"

Was it OK? Looking the way she did, it would have been all right if she'd
brought a suitcase and asked to move in. I looked around to see if anyone was
with her, but she was alone.

Closing the door behind her, I started for my check book. I figured she'd wait
by the door but she followed right behind me. Thinking back, I recalled seeing
this child on other occasions. I hadn't paid much attention to her in the past
because she was so ordinary. She wasn't ordinary today.

Before my relationship with Mindy had blossomed, I never gave much thought to
preteen girls. Now it was different. Several of the girls who came around to
see Mindy were cute, and I'd already sized them up, wondering what they'd be
like in bed. If I'd never touched Mindy, this girl would still have caught my
eye. She was something to see. What had she done to herself? It must have been
a recent change for surely I would have noticed her before this.

We had a sitting room where Sue would write checks and keep our monthly
accounts organized. There was a small writing desk in it and a wooden file
cabinet where she stored our stuff. I sat at the desk and rummaged around in
the drawers looking for our checkbook. I was distracted by my young visitor.
She came to stand next to me, a lot closer than she should have.

The weather that day was unusually warm for April. Miss Baldwin was wearing a
pair of the tightest shorts I think I'd ever seen. It looked as though they
had been sprayed onto her. If she was wearing anything underneath, she was a
master of disguise. The only thing I could see was her, and she looked great!
The shorts were made out of some kind of material that molded itself to every
curve of her body, and the kid had some curves. No fooling, it was almost like
she was naked. You could actually see the outline of her cunt, pressed up
against the material, and in the back, well, she had just about the finest ass
I'd ever seen. As if that wasn't enough, the legs of the shorts were trimmed
in lace.

She also had on a tight fitting tee shirt that carried the name of some beach
resort. I couldn't tell you what beach it was if my life depended on it. There
was no sign that she was wearing a brassiere, but she could have used one.
This newly pubescent salesgirl was hardly full grown, but she had a pair of
the nicest, little tits you'd ever want to see. I mean, her boobs were small
but they had a roundness to them that was just about perfect. It looked
unreal, like she had padded herself, but there was no mistaking the outline of
her nipples, pushing through the shirt. It was her under there, no doubt about
it.

All this, with the bright, red lipstick she had on, gave her a naughty,
sensual look that sent my blood pressure soaring.

My mouth began to go dry, the way it did when I was about to have sex with
Mindy. This child was playing with fire, coming in here alone with me, and
dressed the way she was. You had to wonder about her parents, allowing her to
go out looking like she did. The girl couldn’t have been more than
twelve-years old, but she was a dirty, old man's dream. If ever a kid looked
ripe for the picking, this one did.

My hands trembled as I wrote out the check. She was standing right next to me
and my eyes were just about level with her waist. She was really getting to
me. Fire alarms were going off in my head as I tried to picture what she'd be
like in the buff. With the outfit she had on, it wasn't all that difficult.

Once I had the check written, I had to stand up and break the spell. "Here you
go. Do you have to sell much more candy?"

"Oh, not much more. It goes really quick. Mr. Stein, the band director,  says
I'm one of the best salesgirls he's ever seen."

I could certainly believe that. It was a good thing she wasn't selling
something more expensive than candy. "Well, good luck to you."

As we stood there talking, I couldn't help leering at her. I eyed her up and
down the way you would some bimbo on a street corner. She lowered her eyes,
but otherwise my staring didn't seem to bother her any. Naturally, my prick
started to swell in response. If I didn't get her out of the house right away,
I was going to be in big trouble.

With a gesture toward the front door, I moved her off in that direction. She
kind of stepped out in front but she was really more alongside. The hall was
somewhat narrow at that point and she brushed up against me. As though it had
a mind of its own, my hand went to her ass. She froze. I froze. Whose move was
it?

After a few seconds she turned her head and looked up at me. You'd have
thought she'd be in shock or outraged or something. Nope. She looked me right
in the eye and there was just the beginning of a smile on her face. I was
astounded. What the hell was going on? Was she inviting me to play? Was this
delicious looking, young witch telling me that I could fool around with her?
It seemed too good to be true and I told myself there had to be some other
explanation. If I made another move on her I'd probably be in jail before the
sun went down. My hand came away. She turned her head back and walked to the
door.

As she left the house, I watched  'Miss Jail Bait' until she was out of sight.
Would they lock me up for doing it to her just once? Maybe I could plead
temporary insanity. I'm sorry, your honor. I didn't mean to touch the kid. I
just couldn't help myself.'

Coming back down to earth, I speculated on what had just happened. The kid was
extremely good looking, she knew it, and she was just showing off. As far as
it went, that was OK. However, it also looked like the girl knew what a body
like hers was for and maybe even had done it once or twice. That's what
bothered me. Unless the girl was a complete ninny and it sure didn't seem like
it, she had to know what kind of message she was sending. She was far too
seductive for it to be an accident. But how could that be? She had an air of
self confidence and sophistication way beyond what you would expect from a
twelve-year old. Something was definitely wrong here.

Then, I thought of Mindy. They were about the same age. If Mindy knew what it
was all about, and she certainly did, why couldn't my recent visitor be just
as experienced? Looking at it that way, things began to make sense. Except
that Mindy didn't act the way that girl did. It was like the kid was
advertising herself. Still, if somebody was banging that little pixie, it
would explain a lot. It still didn't explain why she came around here, though.
If she was cruising for sex, and it sure looked like it to me, why would she
hit on somebody old enough to be her father? Again, I thought of Mindy but
rejected the idea. It would have been too much of a coincidence. When a hot,
little number like this Vanessa went looking for it, she wouldn't go after a
man like me. Such things just didn't happen. Her stopping here was no more
than what she'd said. I was a customer for her candy and nothing more. I was
willing to bet that some school boy was waiting for her, and before long he'd
be sliding those lacy britches down off her ass. Whew! What a thought. I'd
have to ask Mindy about this girl. Since they were friends, Mindy might know
what she had been doing.

Oh, well. Back to work. I'd only been in my office a few minutes when I heard
the front door open. It was Mindy, home from school. She went right up to her
room. This Vanessa was still in my thoughts and I wanted to ask Mindy about
her. There was something else on my mind, too. Quickly, I considered when my
wife and other daughters might be coming home. If I didn't take too long,
there would be just enough time.

From the very beginning, Mindy went along with whatever I wanted to do. No
matter where or when I approached her for sex, she readily submitted. Over the
preceding months, we had fucked in every room of the house, the kitchen, all
the bathrooms, all the bedrooms, the dining room, my office and the basement.
If this sounds like we were doing it every day, we weren't. I couldn't just
take my daughter by the hand and go off somewhere, whenever I was feeling a
little horny.

The last thing I wanted was for Sue to find out what was going on. Often I
felt like a spy stealing secrets. Whenever I wanted to fool around with Mindy,
I had to be sure no one would see us. Sometimes, like on her birthday, I would
pay a late night visit to Mindy's bedroom. This was chancy because Sue could
walk in and catch us. The idea of that happening made me a little nervous. I
told you about my fantasy, where Sue and Mindy and I would all be in bed
together, but I wasn't so sure it would have actually turned out that way.

It was much better when Mindy and I were alone. This didn't happen all that
often, but I made the most of whatever opportunities came along.

My wife worked in real estate and kept irregular hours. She did her best to be
home for the girls but sometimes it just couldn't be. There were occasional
afternoons or evenings when she had to be away. It was generally at these
times that Mindy and I did it.

If it were an evening, I would get the younger girls off to bed as early as I
could. Once they were asleep, and sometimes even before then, Mindy and I
would start. It was great. As I've said, we moved around the house and did it
in different rooms. Foreplay with Mindy was supremely exciting, especially at
the beginning of our relationship. She could tell from the way I was looking
at her that it was going to happen but she’d act like we’d never done it
before. She’d blush and keep her eyes down while I undressed her and just
generally be shy. I had to do most of the work. Once we really got into,
though, she’d enjoy it as much as I did. I tell you, it was great. Sometimes
we'd do it twice. One night, in the beginning, I fucked her three times!

By now you might think that I'm a shameless barbarian. Well, perhaps. Before
you cast judgment, though, just remember. You weren't there. Reading about it
is not the same as living through it. I didn't set out deliberately to debauch
my daughter. One thing led to another and before I knew what was happening, we
were doing it. Yes, and I did eventually go after Polly, too.

After the first time with Mindy, in my office, I kind of held back from going
after her. At first I wanted to cut into her again, as soon as I could. Once
my emotions cooled, I was quickly overcome with remorse and vowed not to go
near the child again. On several occasions I even came close to confessing to
Sue. This didn't happen, though, and by the time of Mindy's birthday, I was
ready to tackle her once more. Seeing her dressed the way she was that
afternoon, is what did it. If only Sue hadn't fixed the girls up to look like
a couple of streetwalkers. It's possible I could have stopped after that first
masturbatory episode in my office, but once I actually got into bed with the
child, all bets were off. After I'd gotten a good taste of what Mindy was
like, I wanted her more and more. I was hooked and I could no more control
myself than an alcoholic or a drug addict.

This isn't about Polly, but since I've brought it up, I'll tell you a little
of what happened. Like I said, on the nights when Sue had to work, it was up
to me to make supper for the girls, check on their homework and send them off
to bed. One night, about a month or so after Mindy's birthday party, I made my
first move on Polly. I'd sent all the girls up to get ready for bed. On this
night there was a lot of giggling and clowning around and they were just
taking too long. So as to hustle them along I went upstairs.

Polly's room was at the top of the stairs and I headed in there first. She was
in the midst of changing into her pajamas. Normally I would have knocked but
this time I didn't. Polly was standing by her bed wearing only her underpants,
no top, no shoes or socks, nothing but a pair of briefs. It really was my
intention to simply hurry her along to bed. Our summer at the nudist colony
had taken the edge off everyone's modesty, so Polly wasn't too disturbed at my
seeing her almost naked. I can't say the same for myself. I scooped up her
pajamas to help her into them and took her by the arm. As soon as I touched
her, everything changed.

Life is full of surprises, isn't it? My interest in Polly had certainly been
aroused, but until that moment I'd never seriously considered touching her.
After all, I had my hands full with Mindy. Without thinking about it in any
way, I pulled Polly close and began fondling her. There was no self reproach,
no agonizing over the morality of it, nothing. I just went right into it with
her.

Let me tell you something. At that age Polly was already sexually appealing,
and in her underpants she was irresistible. As soon as I touched her I got a
hard-on; a steel hard, ramrod straight, stiffer.

She was so pretty. Even fully dressed, my little brown-eyed Polly was a
charmer. Naked, she was breathtaking. Her skin was velvety smooth and creamy
soft. Polly was, how shall I say it, trim and fit. As I ran my hands over her
supple, slender form I marveled at how good she felt. There was no flab or
fat, just delightfully smooth, young girl flesh. And then there was her scent.
Mindy had a scent, too. It was a sweet, young girl body odor. It made my mouth
water and I wanted to crush the girl in my arms and even bite into her, she
was that appealing.

My adventures with Mindy had deepened my interest in and appreciation for
young girls. So much so that I no longer felt any guilt or shame at what I was
doing. In fact, it seemed to me that I had every right to be ravishing the
child. She was, after all, my daughter. I had raised her and was responsible
for her. She was mine to do with as I pleased and it pleased me to be alone
with her, to see her naked and to caress her. With a flash of insight I saw
that later, when she was grown I would not do this. Now, though, while she was
fresh and young and innocent, I would enjoy her. Girls like her were meant to
be enjoyed. Why else would I, or any man, be drawn to her? Standing there, in
her panties, there was a fragile, helpless quality about the child that
aroused a special kind of lust in me. She was mine. I could do whatever I
wanted with her. I could possess her in a way that I could never possess a
woman. Yes, I could see it clearly, now. This was a unique time in her life.
She was able to both stimulate and satisfy me in a way no woman ever would.

All this, and more, flashed through my mind as I savored my first sexual
contact with Polly. Only nine-years old and yet so enchanting. I had not done
anything with Mindy until she was almost eleven. Years of enjoyment wasted. I
should have taken her sooner. Mindy's time would end long before Polly's.
Given her determination, I could see that when Mindy tired of playing, the
game would be over. Somehow I didn't think it was going to be that much
longer, either. Mindy was growing up fast.

Then I thought of young Suzy, coming up on her sixth birthday. I would not
lose a moment of Suzy's youthful vitality. Perhaps now, she was a bit too
young, but soon she would be ready. Yes. Her and Polly and I, together. The
three of us, all naked and all in bed at the same time. How wonderful that
would be!

I had actually thought about bedding Polly and Mindy together, but something
about the idea didn't seem quite right. The two older girls were friendly
rivals and did not often see eye-to-eye on things. They were not a likely pair
for what I had in mind. On the other hand, Polly and Suzy were close. They
often played together and there was an obvious bond between them, that was not
there for Polly and Mindy. Yes. That was it. Now that I had started on Polly I
would show her the ways of love. I would teach her what to do. Then, in a few
months I would bring Suzy into it. Suzy would be an acolyte at the altar of
love, while Polly was the main offering. For now though, it was just Polly.

I put my right hand at the back of her head and gently pulled her close. She
came to me willingly, but with an embarrassed kind of smile. She and I had
never done anything like this before. She didn't know what was coming,
exactly, but it looked like she wasn't going to object, either. My left hand
went to her breasts. I was suddenly enthralled with them. She was just
beginning to show growth. It would be quite a while before she needed a bra,
but her nipples were definitely coming out. I carefully tweaked them between
my fingers, drawing little circles around them and sure enough they got hard.
Then I leaned over and softly kissed her. I'd kissed Polly many times in her
life but this was different. This was an erotic kiss and her eyes grew big in
surprise as my tongue forced its way past her lips into her small mouth. I
only lingered there a moment or two. Just long enough to get the taste of her.
Then I moved down her neck and onto her perky, little tits, where my tongue
did a dance around her nipples. She shivered in response and I loved it. I was
getting good at seducing little girls.
		
Mindy wore underpants that looked like they belonged on an older girl, or even
a woman. They were brief, flimsy things, cut high on the sides and came in
erotic, pastel colors that matched her little bras. The way the thin, filmy
material swept away from her crotch in  front, and from her ass in back, and
then raced up to the waist band gave Mindy a leggy, seductive look that drove
me crazy. The damn things didn't cover much, but I loved the way she looked in
them.  It was just about impossible for me to see Mindy in her underwear and
not end up fucking her. Indeed, sometimes I did not undress her past this
stage. I would merely pull the skimpy garment aside and do it to her.

Polly was wearing the same kind of revealing briefs. They were an exotic, dark
green color. Why did they make stuff like this for such young girls? Who did
they think was going to see it? Like Mindy, the panties gave Polly a leggy
look that I found irresistible. Glancing down, I could see the mound of her
pussy and her cunt lips outlined through the thin material. There was a slight
stain there, too. Perhaps from her urine. How long had she been wearing them?
From the way my emotions were heating up, I knew that before long I'd be
fucking her, or at least trying. I didn't know if I could penetrate the girl.
She was younger, and smaller, than her sister. There was only one way to find
out. My hands slid down her waist to the elastic of the panties, and with a
sweeping movement I pushed them down over her hips and dropped them to her
ankles.

"You're so pretty, darling, so very pretty. I have to see how pretty you are."

It was stunning, seeing and feeling her up close in such an intimate fashion.
It was happening almost like it did with Mindy. I sat on the edge of the bed,
while Polly stood quietly in front of me. She watched me through heavy lidded,
half closed eyes. Her lips parted just enough to show the tip of her tongue
peeking out. She had a submissive, expectant look about her that I found
energizing. She was completely under my control. I could do anything and she
would not object.  Such a precious, beautiful child. I steadied her with an
arm around her waist, my hand lightly resting on her naked hip. My other hand
slid down her stomach, over the mound of her pussy. Well practiced now, I knew
what I could do. Unhesitatingly, I gently probed inside her, while watching
her face for a reaction. She began to take on a dreamy, detached look. The
outer lips of her cunt were firm and smooth. Inside she was soft and warm.
Working my finger around the interior walls of her vagina brought on moisture.
She was smaller and tighter than Mindy. My middle finger just barely made it
all the way in before coming up against the back wall of her opening. Fucking
her would not be easy. I'd have to put it off until she was a little older.

I could not come away with nothing, though. I would taste that delicious
looking, little cunt. Carefully,  I picked Polly up in my arms and laid her on
the bed. Spreading her legs, I kneeled and brought my face up close. What a
sight! A lovely, nine-year old, virgin, never before touched by man. Not
having bathed yet, that evening, the scent of her pussy was strong. She gave
off a heady, musky odor, that I found intoxicating. I brought my mouth to her
opening and kissed the chubby, young pussy lips. My tongue could not wait to
go inside and lick her.

That was about all there was to it. After a few minutes of this, and with
great reluctance, I pulled her pants up and had her slip into her pajamas.  I
didn't show myself to her or have her touch me in any way. After another soft
kiss on the mouth, I stuffed her into bed. As I was walking away she spoke.
"Goodnight, daddy."
	
I didn't go after Polly near as often as I did Mindy, and for a long time it
was just kissing and touching. I was pretty sure my lovely little girl was too
small to fuck and I didn't want to get myself so worked up that I would hurt
her. When she got older things would be different. Then too, Mindy and I were
really rolling and there often wasn't much incentive for me to do anything
with her sister. Eventually, I did show Polly my cock, though. Once I started
playing around with her, there was no way I could deny myself this treat.

Funny. I'd always made sure I was alone with either girl before I touched her.
Still, over the months I began to suspect that each girl knew I was fooling
around with the other. Whether they'd confided in each other or simply spied
on me I don't know. I never thought to ask.

My tale here is not about Polly, so I won't give you a lot more of what
happened. For now it's enough for you to know that she didn't remain
untouched. This is really Mindy's story and I want to tell you about her.

With thoughts of Vanessa still strong in my mind, I made a quick tour of the
house to make sure all the doors were locked, and then headed to Mindy's room.
My cock stood up to attention as I climbed the stairs. Mindy glanced around
when I walked in, and turned back to her work. She was at her personal
computer, checking for E-mail from her friends. Most of the kids she knew had
computers and they often corresponded with each other this way.

Walking up behind her, I gently massaged her neck and shoulders She was so
graceful and slender. You could feel her thin, light bones through the flesh.
I didn't think I'd ever get enough of touching her. She didn't say a word and
kept on typing.

Our relationship had deepened. We were at the point, where I had only to touch
her or look at her in a certain way, and she knew what I wanted. It wasn't
necessary to go through a long seduction. Oh, at times I would play around
with her and work up to it really slow, but at other times, like now, I'd be
in a rush and we would go right into it.

With an easy familiarity, I let my hands slide down over her chest to cup her
breasts. Mindy wasn't quite as well developed as her friend, but there was
more to her tits now than there had been the previous summer. They were
getting to be like little lemons on her, and I loved to play with them. "One
of your friends was just here."

Mindy stopped typing but left her hands resting on the keyboard. "Who was it?"

Undoing the buttons on her blouse, I reached inside. "It was Vanessa. She was
selling candy for the school band."

Unmoving, she allowed me to explore inside her clothes. It was electrifying to
feel her smooth, bare skin. I could hardly wait to get into it with her.

"Yeah. She told me she'd be coming by for that. I was hoping to catch her. I
wanted to talk to her about something."

Leaning over I buried my face in Mindy's neck. My hands were inside her bra.
"She's a pretty girl. I'd never noticed before how pretty she is."

Mindy stiffened her neck a little as a chill of excitement raced through her.
Good. I had her going. We'd be doing it, soon.

"Mmmm... You think she's pretty?"

With my hands still inside her bra, I made a move to stand up. "Yes, I do...
Let's get on the bed." She followed and we quickly stretched out in each
others arms.

I could sense the nervous energy building in Mindy. It came easily to her now.
We'd been doing it long enough that she was used to my ways. Also, I hadn't
touched her in over a week, and we were both eager for it. We kissed, and
while we did I pulled her blouse open. I had to break off in order to slide
her jeans and panties down. That was it. There wasn't time to get naked. We'd
done it this way before and Mindy knew how it worked. She helped me pull her
clothing away, and then mine. Like well-rehearsed actors, our moves were
smooth and quick.

Within a minute or so after lying on the bed we were on our way. Mindy had yet
to sprout hair between her legs, and the outer lips of her cunt still had that
firm, smooth feel that you only get in a young girl. For just a moment or two
I finger banged her. She started to lubricate so I brought my cock around.
Mindy's pussy was still tight, almost as much as when I'd first fucked her.
Ever so gently I  pushed into her. It pinched a bit but it was a joyful pain.
Mindy liked me to get up inside her in a certain way. As I pushed in, she
would roll her ass and flex her legs, working my cock into her sweet spot.
These moves of hers were very stimulating, and on more than one occasion I'd
shot my load into her before we'd really got started. I had to restrain myself
so as not to pop off too soon.

To help stave off an early ejaculation I continued our conversation.  "How
well do you know Vanessa?"

I loved it. We were as intimate as two people can be and were still carrying
on a discussion. "Well, we're in the same grade at school and she lives over
on the next block."

When we were positioned together just right, we began to fuck. Slowly, at
first, then faster and faster as the sweet pleasure overwhelmed us. "Do you
know if she's still a virgin?"

Once we got going, Mindy liked to close her eyes, but she kept up the
conversation.

"Why do you want to know?"

Interesting. She seemed to have the answer to my question but she was
reluctant to pass it on. "If you'd seen the way she was dressed today, you'd
know why. Is she a virgin?"

"...I don't think so."

That grabbed me. Knowing that someone had fucked that juicy, little wench sent
chills racing through me. I wondered who the lucky guy was. With a painful
stab of envy, I pictured some pimple faced, young geek  bouncing her ass off a
mattress. Did he know what he had? Did he realize what a treasure the girl
was? What a waste. Pussy like that was meant for someone older, and more
experienced. Someone like me. I was banging into Mindy harder and harder. It
wouldn't be long now. "Who does it to her? Does she have a boyfriend at
school?"

It was becoming hard for Mindy to talk. She was on the verge of an orgasm.

"I...don't think it's a boy...  I think it's somebody, uh, older than... her!"

Under the circumstances, the significance of her remark didn't register  with
me. I was coming. In quick succession I fired several huge gobs of semen into
Mindy's cunt. It bubbled out onto our thighs as I pressed into her. It was
quick, but oh, so satisfying. God, she was good!

We had also breached another taboo. It was now OK to discuss the sex lives of
Mindy's girlfriends and for one of them, at least, there was definitely
something to talk about.

It was tempting to just lie there, and hold Mindy in my arms but the others in
the family would be returning home soon; and we had to clean up.

"Do you know who it is that's doing it to Vanessa?" I was dying to find out.

From the look on Mindy's face I could tell that she knew. I saw something
else, too. Maybe people really can read each other's minds. You know how that
is? You look at someone and you know exactly what they're thinking. At that
moment I realized that Mindy and Vanessa had been exchanging information. That
cute blond knew about Mindy and me. She had come into the house, alone,
looking like she did and knowing that I liked young girls. That was either
very bold or very foolish. How could she know I wouldn't do it to her? It was
a stimulating thought, but then a chill of fear went through me. Nobody was
supposed to know what Mindy and I were doing. I'd made it clear that this
business was to be our secret.

"Yes... She told me."

It was slow going but I had to know. "Tell me. Who's doing it to her?"

"It's her father."

She might as well have hit me with a baseball bat. "She... They're like us?"

"Yes."

I knew I wasn't the only man in the world having sex with his daughter.
Although I'd never come across any data on the subject, you heard enough
stories to conclude that it wasn't all that unusual. Still, it shocked me to
learn that someone right there in our neighborhood was doing it, too. What
really got to me though, was that Mindy had broken an important rule, perhaps
the most important rule I'd ever laid down for her. What to do about it? For
sure I couldn't punish her. How would I ever justify such a thing to Sue? What
was done was done. All I could do now was find out how far the information had
spread and then wait for the storm to break. Once Sue found out, I'd be in big
trouble.

"You're sure about this? She actually told you that her father was doing it to
her?"

"Yes."

"And you told her about us, didn't you?"

Mindy turned her eyes down, not wanting to look at me. "Yes."

"God damn it!" There was absolutely nothing I could do and that, more than
anything else, was fueling my anger. "Why in hell did you tell her? Do you
realize we could be in a lot of trouble? Do you want to see me in jail?"

She was scared stiff and started to cry. It nearly killed me. We’d just had
intercourse. Her jeans and panties were still down around her knees, my semen
was drying on her and she was bawling like a baby. My anger melted away and I
just held her in my arms. Eventually, she cried herself out and we just lay
there, together, not saying anything.

Finally. "We better get things straightened up. Mom and the kids will be home
soon... Come on, babe. Don't cry anymore. It'll be all right. I'm sorry I
shouted at you... Please forgive me."

"OK."

Mindy ducked into the bathroom to clean herself up and I straightened up the
bed. Fine. No one would suspect what had just gone on in here. Maybe I would
get caught but I wasn't going to leave any evidence around to help them
convict me.

I was in a hurry as I waited in the hall for Mindy to come out of the
bathroom. "Let's go downstairs. I want to know exactly what you told Vanessa,
but I don't want Mom to see us up here."

Mindy followed me down to the family room where I turned on the TV. We weren't
going to watch it, but it made a good excuse for us to be together in the
room. I was concerned about appearances. On several occasions Sue had walked
in when Mindy and I were together and my wife had given us a funny look. We
hadn't been doing anything but it must have looked odd to Sue. She remarked
that Mindy and I seemed to be spending a lot of time together and wasn't it
nice that the girl and I got along so well. Unless Mindy had told her, Sue
didn't know what we were up to, but I believed her suspicions had been
aroused.

"Now. Tell me. How many people have you talked to about us?"

"Nobody but Vanessa... and I don't think she's told anyone else."

"How can you be sure? This is supposed to be our secret. Not even Mom is
supposed to know."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't think... She caught me off guard and I was
confused."

"OK. Tell me what happened."

"Well, remember that weekend it snowed, and I spent the night at her house?"

That was good news, of a sort. Mindy had let the cat out of the bag months ago
and there hadn't been any repercussions. Maybe it would be all right, after
all. The memory clicked into place. I recalled the weekend and the snow bunny
who came around to get Mindy. Of course, it was Vanessa, but on that cold,
blustery day I had no idea what she was hiding under her clothes. She seemed
like just another kid in the neighborhood and I didn't pay much attention to
her. Besides, it was right after Christmas, and quite early in my affair with
Mindy. At the time I only had eyes for her. Any other girl would have had to
be naked before I'd noticed her.

Then, the rest of the picture began to fill in for me. Mindy and this girl
were close friends. I hadn't realized it until now. I began to recall other
times when Vanessa had been around the house. She just seemed like another
cute kid and I didn't pay any particular attention to her. What a dummy I'd
been. If Mindy wasn't talking to Vanessa she'd be talking about her. Mindy
associated with lots of girls, of course, but it was more Vanessa than anyone
else. Mindy must have mentioned the name Vanessa dozens of times in
conversations and I had simply tuned her out. It was Mindy's other life stuff,
her little girl stuff that until now, I wasn't concerned about. I guess I was
just so wrapped up in my own affairs that I was oblivious to what Mindy was
doing with herself. An error that wouldn't be repeated.

"Yeah. Wasn't that something?" It had been a record breaking snowfall and
people were still talking about it.

"Right. Well, Van and I were up in her room. It seemed like it was going to
snow forever, and we got under the covers to stay warm. Like, we were talking
about boys and stuff, you know?"

I could imagine. "I know. Go on."

"So. We were talking about boys and, uh... like, about doing it."

The little girl in her had taken over. She looked at me to see how I would
react to this piece of news. In another time and another place I might be
upset at such a disclosure but this was here and now. I said nothing and just
waited for Mindy to go on. She gave me a funny look.

"Yeah. Right... Well I was being really careful, because, like I didn't want
her to catch on that I knew too much. Like, she'd want to know how I knew all
that stuff."

I was flabbergasted. It had never occurred to me that, because of what we were
doing, Mindy had an advantage over her girlfriends. It was likely that none of
her young friends had the first hand knowledge of sex that Mindy had. She
realized it, though, and had taken pains not to appear too knowing in front of
them. My admiration for my daughter soared.

Talking to Mindy could sometimes be maddening, though. Like her mother, she
had a way of not getting right to the point. "So, tell me what happened."

"Well, it was hard, like I said, not letting on what I really knew, especially
with Van. She and I don't have many secrets from each other. She's my best
friend. Like she tells me everything that happens to her and I tell her
everything that happens to me. If a boy kisses her it's like I'm there with
her when it happens."

Another scary thought. Did Mindy have a boyfriend? Was some kid from up the
street sharing my sugar?

"So, then we started playing this game. It's silly but we do it a lot. We take
turns mentioning a boy's name and the other person has to say if she likes him
or not. We would say `cute', `real cute' or `no cute'. We were working through
all the boys we knew from school and around the neighborhood. Sometimes I'd
mention the name of a really nice boy and Van would make this deep growl sound
in her throat and roll her hips around, like this."

Mindy gave a quick demonstration. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"Perfectly." It was a provocative gesture and there was no doubt about the
meaning. It was fascinating to learn what young girls did when they thought no
adults were around.

"Well, I knew what it meant, too. Van never did that before but it didn't
surprise me when she did. Right from the first time I met her she seemed a
little crazy. Know what I mean? And then... after a while it got funny and I
started to giggle. Pretty soon she was doing it no matter what boy's name I
said, you know, just to make me laugh, and then we were both laughing. We had
just about run out of boys we knew when all of a sudden Van said, `Your
father.'  That caught me by surprise. I got scared because I thought that
somehow she'd figured out what you and I were doing."

"And that's how you got onto the subject?"

"Uh, yeah, except there's a little more to it...  If I tell you, will you
promise not to get mad at me?"

She had me. "Go ahead. It can't be any worse than what I've already heard."

Mindy flashed me a `wanna bet?' smile and I knew I was about to be taken for a
ride. I wondered where Sue and the girls were. They should have been home by
now.

"Well, I figured that she's just being silly. Only when I didn't laugh, Van
got this real serious look and she said, `What's wrong? I can't mention your
father?' I guess I must have looked like my teeth were about to drop out, or
something. Anyway, that's when she told me."

"What exactly did she say? How did she put it?"

"She said that you were `real cute', you know, our little game... and that you
could do it to her anytime you wanted."

Can you spell SHOCK? "She actually said that?"

"Yep... "

"Jesus Christ!" I seldom swore in front of Mindy but she had blown me away
with her story.

"There's more. I have to tell you everything, now."

"Go on, but be quick. Your mom will be here, soon"

"Right. Then she told me that her dad thought I was cute and that he wanted to
do it to me!"

"Whoa!" I didn't like the sound of that, at all. "Has he ever touched you, any
way at all?"

"No dad. He hasn't. Whenever I go over there, he's very nice to me but nothing
has ever happened between us. After Van told me, it was kind of weird. I was
embarrassed to be around him, knowing that he wanted to do it to me. I was
even a little scared... It's OK now, though. Like I said, nothing has happened
and I'm used to it. I don't much think about it anymore. He's really very
nice."

I absolutely had never heard such a story before in my life. Maybe you haven't
either but I assure you it's true. This stuff really happened. If the house
had caught fire, I wouldn't have let Mindy break off her strange tale. I had
to know everything, now.

"So, what happened then? What else did she say?"

"Well, I can't remember the exact words. See, I was nervous talking about it
because of us. I was afraid I'd say the wrong thing and Van would figure out
that we were doing it. Anyway, up to this point she'd only said that she liked
you and that her father was interested in me. That's all. So then I asked her
if she'd ever actually done it with someone, and she said `Yes'. So naturally,
I had to know, and I asked her who with. That's when she told me it was her
father."

I felt like my teeth were going to drop out. What a story! "So then, you told
her about us?"

"Well, not right away. Van put her face right up to mine and told me that I
was never to reveal what I was hearing from her. She told me some more stuff,
and then made me promise to keep it a secret. So far you're the only one I've
ever told... "

She paused to catch her breath and went on. "Anyway, that's when I told her!
See, she told me all this stuff about her and her dad, and then she asked me
if I'd ever done it. Well, I didn't know what to say and she was looking at me
kind of funny, like she already knew about us but she was just waiting for me
to say it. That's when it came out. I didn't want to tell her but I couldn't
help myself."

"Do you think she's told anyone else about this?"

"I really don't think so, Dad. I don't think you have to worry about Van."

"Well, I am worried... and what other stuff did she tell you?"

Now came another bombshell.

"Uh, do you really want to know?"

After a response like that, what else could I do? Staring at Mindy, I waited.
After what I'd just heard, nothing could be more shocking.

"Van told me that she's also done it with some other dads."

"You mean boys, don't you? She's done it with other boys?"

"No, dad. Van's done it with other dads."

Was that an atomic bomb I just heard go off?

"She's done it with some other men, men that her father knows."

This was getting stranger and stranger. I absolutely could not believe what I
was hearing. "You're not getting away, now, until I know everything. I want
the whole story."

"Well, there isn't much more. I've told you just about everything I know. Van
said she really wasn't supposed to talk about it, and she didn't give me much
information, anyway. She told me that her and her father sometimes go to this
place, and there are other girls there with their fathers, and... well,...
they all kind of, do it... I guess. She's been there a couple of times since
last winter. It's always on a weekend and they usually stay overnight. When
they go away she tells me that it's one of those special times but that's
about it. Sometimes I don't even know she's going. I'll call her and she won't
be home, and then she'll tell me later that she was away for a special weekend
with her dad.

It rained most of that week, it was April, but the following weekend's weather
turned out to be just fine. On Saturday afternoon the Danvers tribe loaded up
into our van and we headed for the Baldwins. Actually, we could have walked
but I didn't completely trust the weather. The Baldwin's house was a little
bigger than the one Sue and I had. We were doing OK in the money department,
but the Baldwins apparently had hit the big time. The house was loaded with
expensive furniture and they had a big swimming pool in the backyard. The pool
hadn't been opened for the season, yet, but we ended up out there, anyway.
There was a grill going for cooking and we had music from the stereo and
comfortable chairs scattered around.

I was interested to learn that Vanessa had a beautiful, older sister, just
turned sixteen. She was tall, well developed and, like her sister, had blond
hair. Nicole, that was her name, didn't stay around for the get-together. Too
bad. She was really nice to look at, and I wondered if she was available.
Everyone else seemed to be.  Shortly after the introductions, she took off. I
saw her drive away in a late model sports car and Mindy whispered to me that
it was a J car. Funny, it looked like a Corvette to me, but I couldn't tell
for sure. What in hell was a "J" car, anyway and where did a 16 year-old girl
get one? It looked awfully expensive, whatever it was. I was dying to find out
but this didn't seem to be either the time or place to question Mindy about
it.

Vanessa was modestly dressed. She was wearing baggy, knee length  shorts and a
floppy, oversized blouse. There was no hiding her good looks but she seemed,
how shall I say it, normal. I didn't get that impression of hot-blooded,
ready-for-sex sensuality she had projected earlier. She even behaved
different. There was none of the firecracker vitality I'd come to expect. I
could see now how I might have overlooked her in the past. She was a talented,
little actress.

Her mother, Jill, was a  pleasant, matronly, suburban housewife with fading
good looks. I estimated her age as being somewhere in her late thirties. No
doubt, in high school and college Jill was a real looker, but time was taking
its toll on her.

Vanessa's father, Nick Baldwin, had to have been at least as old as his wife
but he didn't look it. At least not from a distance. At first I thought he was
a neighbor or a relative of the family. His trim, athletic build was
suggestive of an active, energetic lifestyle. I could see where any woman, or
even a girl, would consider him attractive and it pained me to think that
Mindy had chosen someone so obviously good looking to have sex with. It told
me volumes about the way she looked at the world and men, and how she must
have felt about what we were doing. Up close, I could see some lines in his
face that gave away his true age, but I had to admit that he was a handsome
devil.

I couldn't tell how the others felt, but I was puzzled and just a little
uneasy. Here was this guy who specialized in underage girls, my daughter was
next on his list and he acted just like any other guy in the neighborhood.
Anyone not knowing what I knew about him would never suspect what was going
on. In fact, I briefly wondered if everything Mindy had said was really true.
In that setting it didn't seem possible.

The girls, Polly and Suzy included, drifted off into the house. The four of
us, Sue and me and Baldwin and his wife, sat around discussing events in the
neighborhood and in our fair city, just like any other gathering of neighbors
and friends.

In spite of my misgivings about him putting his hands on Mindy, I began to
warm up to this Nick character. He was interesting, and except for his strange
hobby, which I of course sort of shared with him, he was a regular guy. He
even told a few jokes and they were actually funny. This would be Mindy's
first time having sex with anyone but me, and I suppose if she wanted it to be
with this guy, well, she could have done a lot worse.

Things were going along quite well. Nick had put out a big tub of cold beer
and soft drinks and after a few brews I began to feel more relaxed. There was
a lull in the conversation and I was about to make a trip to the toilet when
Nick inquired about the coming week's changeover.

"So tell me, Jack. Do you think you'll be able to handle Vanessa for a week?"

Now there was a loaded question, if ever I heard one. I still wasn't
completely sure if everything I'd been told was true. There was a nagging
doubt in the back of my mind about Mindy's information. If the women hadn't
been there, and if I'd had a few more beers, I think I would have had a frank
discussion with this guy about what was going to happen. Instead, I very
carefully offered a response that I thought would pass unnoticed by the women
but that Nick would understand. I wasn't sure about Nick's wife but so far Sue
didn't know what was going on between me and the girls. "Well, if she's
anything like Mindy, I don't think there'll be a problem."

"Oh, those two girls are more alike than any others I know of. There won't be
any problems. I'm sure of it. You know, Mindy comes around here a lot. She's
almost like one of the family. This week's stay with us will kind of make it
official. "

And so it went. Eventually the girls wandered back, we ate and then it was
time to go home. As we were leaving, Nick shook my hand and in a quiet voice
reassured me. "Don't worry, Jack. I'll take care good care of your girl and
you do the same with mine."

That was it. Anyone seeing or hearing what went on that day would not be able
to attach any sinister motives to this exchange of girls. On the surface it
appeared to be exactly what the school had set up.

The next day, Sunday, it rained again. It was still April. I was as nervous as
a kid on his first date. There was no football to watch on TV and I'd lost
interest in baseball, after the strike. Mindy stayed up in her room most of
the day, getting her things together. Everything  she was taking had to be
spotlessly clean, and she was taking a lot of new stuff, specially purchased
for this little expedition. I stopped by to see how she was doing, but I felt
awkward and couldn't think of anything worthwhile to say. When I asked if she
had any second thoughts about what was coming up, she said no.

About two o'clock that afternoon, Nick Baldwin drove up with Vanessa. Since it
was still raining they had to run for our front door and I was standing there
to let them in. It was a confused scene. Nick said he couldn't stay because he
had a business meeting that evening. He was an officer in a bank.

Our front hall looked like a railroad station. Everybody was milling around,
saying hello to Vanessa and goodbye to Mindy and trying to get their bags and
stuff going in the right direction. Suzy kept picking up one of Mindy's bags,
trying to carry it back upstairs. I gave Mindy a goodbye hug and kiss, and
watched her run out to the car. It was really coming down so we closed the
door and watched her away through the windows. When they were out of sight, I
turned and gave Vanessa a gentle hug, kissed her on the cheek and officially
welcomed her to the house. Sue and the girls made a really big fuss over her,
so there wasn't much opportunity for me to say or do anything more. They
gathered around her in a babbling crowd, and she gave me a big smile as they
rushed her up the stairs to show her where she'd be sleeping.

For the rest of the day, and onto into the evening, I was kept pretty much in
the background. Polly and Suzy played `show and tell' for Vanessa, explaining
where everything was and how it worked. Even Sue got into it. As for me, I
only had a week for what I wanted to do and I intended to make the most of it.
I'd already set up my alibi for that evening, telling Sue I'd be working late
in my office and for her not to wait up for me. I often did this so it didn't
seem unusual.

Everybody finally went to bed but I wasn't sure if they were asleep, yet.
Along about 10:30 I couldn't wait any longer. It was raining like hell outside
and I figured the noise would cover any sound I might make. Like a cat
burglar, I made my way to Mindy's bedroom. This wasn't the first time I'd
slipped into this room for some late nigh fun, but there was a different girl
in there, now. As soon as I was inside, I dropped my clothes on the floor and
crept over to the bed. When I did this with Mindy, the mere thought of getting
in with her gave me an erection. This time it didn't happen. My apprehension
about how Vanessa would receive me, sort of held things in check. Suppose she
screamed, or something? No matter what Mindy had told me, this kid was only
twelve-years old. If I got caught in bed with her, there was going to be
trouble.

As carefully as I could, I slipped under the covers next to her, and waited to
see what she would do. Nothing. She was asleep. Well, I hadn't come this far
just to look at her. Like a snake, creeping up on it's prey, I slowly reached
out for Vanessa. Mmmm, nice. She was wearing a nightgown and I gently moved my
hand around, feeling her thin arms and shoulders through the cottony material.
Vanessa's long, shoulder length hair was spilled all over and around her face.
Ever so carefully I  brushed it away and leaned over to kiss her on the neck.
She was sweet, so sweet.

When I kissed her, she moved a bit and let out a soft, mewing sound, kind of
like a kitten. Oh yeah! This was going to be good.

The bed was familiar territory to me. It was where Mindy slept every night,
and it was where I'd taken her virginity; not to mention several follow up
revelries. The sheets still held a faint trace of Mindy's scent, but there was
a much stronger scent from the girl who now lay sleeping there. She smelled
different than Mindy, but just as captivating.

The rain had slacked off some but you could still hear it coming down. The
room was dark, but from the dim light of the street lamp outside I could just
make out the sleeping girl. Every once in a while there'd be a flash of
lightning that lit up the whole room, and then, a few seconds later, off in
the distance, there would be an answering bang of thunder. One of these
boomers crashed into the girl's consciousness at just the right moment. I
could tell that she'd come awake. Then, in a throaty, sleepy voice, she spoke.
"Is it you, Mr. Danvers?"

Who was she expecting? "Yes," I whispered.

Well, it didn't seem that she was going to scream so I reached out and let my
arms go around her. She came right to me, all soft and warm, and cuddly and I
exulted in the feel of her lush, young body close to mine. The contact with
her sent a wake up call to my cock, too. It came rushing up to full size and I
boldly pressed it against her through the nightgown. She didn't seem to mind.

For the moment I was content to just lie there and enjoy the luxury of holding
Vanessa in my arms. She had been on my mind for weeks and now my dreams were
about to come true. I wanted to savor every moment with her.

From out of the depths of my subconscious a childhood memory floated to the
surface. I was eleven-years old and lying in bed with my cousin, an older,
teen-age girl. She had her hands between my legs, playing with me. Back then I
wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. This wasn’t a problem anymore.

My hand slid down Vanessa's back to feel her behind. She moved closer, pushing
her face into my chest and murmured something that I couldn't understand.

Mindy was right! The girl was for me. I  pulled up on the back side of her
nightgown to get it out of the way. I was going to slip my hand inside her
panties, except she wasn't wearing any. She was naked under the gown. Sweet
Jesus! What an ass! What a delightfully smooth, firm little ass she had! She
felt so good, so irresistibly, fucking good! No wonder it was illegal to fool
around with girls her age. If it wasn't there wouldn't hardly be a virgin over
the age of ten.

It was probably a dopey thing to say but things were fast spinning out of
control for me.  "You're not wearing any pants."

She turned her head up and from the sound of her voice I guessed that she was
puzzled. "No, I'm not. I thought you'd want it that way... They're right there
on the chair. I can put them on, if you want."

"Oh, no. I like it better this way. In fact, I'd like to get this nightgown
off you, too."

"Sure. You'll have to help..."  And with that she raised her arms. "Pull it
over my head." I had the feeling she'd done this before. When I pulled up on
the nightgown, she wiggled down and out the bottom, toward the foot of the
bed. She kept right on sliding down and popped out below my chest. A little
ball of delicious, delightful nakedness. I reached down to pull her back up
and stopped. She had curled up with her legs half around mine, and her hands
were at my cock. I was paralyzed. No way was I going to disturb her. If she
wanted to play with my prick it was hers. She could do whatever she wanted
with it and if she ran out of things to do, I could suggest something.

Vanessa was way ahead of me. It wasn't long before I felt her tongue on the
tip of my prick. Damn! She knew exactly what to do. Next I felt her lips. She
was kissing the tip of my cock and I was going crazy. I began thrusting myself
at her, wanting to get more and she accommodated me. Her lips closed around my
cock and I was inside her mouth. That warm, wet, young girl mouth was stuffed
full of my rock hard erection and I could not get enough of her. Besides
sucking on me for all she was worth, her little hand got busy jerking me off.

Deep down inside me, a volcano was getting ready to erupt. In another few
seconds I was going to blast a load right down her throat. Someone had taken
the time to explain the finer points of sucking to this young lady. Whether it
was her father or one of the other men who had bedded her I didn't know, but
she had learned the lesson well. As wonderful as it was, there was something
missing. I wanted to see her beautiful, angelic, twelve-year old  face while
she was doing it to me and I couldn't do that in the dark. She’d have to stop.
Later, in the daytime when I could watch, I'd have her do it again.

Besides, I had to have more contact with her. I had to feel as much of her at
one time as I could. I needed to wrap my arms and legs around this luscious,
little sixth-grader. She didn't want to break away, she was that far into it.
I had to pull her up by the hair. As she came up I put my hands on her tits.
They were small, maybe a little bigger than Mindy's but solid, and nicely
rounded. Her nipples were hard and standing straight out. Now it was my turn
to slide down. I had to taste them. I had to find out what they were like.
Opening wide, I could get a good bit of one tit in my mouth and I spent
several minutes, going from one to the other.

She liked it as much as I did. Every so often she'd moan with pleasure while
cradling my head in her arms.

While I was busy feasting on her tits, my hand slid down across her stomach
and went between her legs. She was firm and smooth, just like Mindy and Polly,
with no hair. I was enraptured by what I was coming to recognize as the
distinct feel, the unique texture of a young girl's cunt. I could also tell
she'd been fucked a number of times, because it was a lot easier to work my
finger into her than with either Mindy or Polly. She was all wet and slippery
inside, too. This absolutely delightful, young creature was ready to screw and
I was just the guy to give it to her.
	
Rolling around in bed with a naked Vanessa was pure pleasure, but it couldn't
go on much longer. There was a fire raging inside me and only one way to put
it out. I crawled back up into position so as to fuck her. Eagerly, she
reached down to guide my cock in, while  at the same time, spreading her legs.
I wondered just how many times she'd done this.

She definitely wasn't a virgin. My prick slid into her with no trouble at all.
It was still a marvelous sensation. Words cannot describe the way it feels to
have a trim, sexually aroused twelve-year old underneath you. There's nothing
like underage pussy.

She was an aggressive little thing. From the way she rolled her ass around, I
could tell that she'd done this many times. She knew exactly how she wanted my
cock inside her and she wasted no time going for it. As soon as I started
fucking her, she began moaning and huffing in time to my thrusts. I was afraid
Sue would hear. No way was I going to stop. I clamped my mouth over Vanessa's
to stifle the sound and her tongue went into my mouth. Jesus! All this from a
little girl. It was unbelievable.

When I did shoot into her, she started working her arms and legs  around and
clawing at me like she was trying to get inside me. What a reaction! Even
after I finished pumping my fluid into her, she only gradually slowed and
stopped, finally just hanging onto me. We were both soaking wet with sweat and
cum all between us.

I wanted to just go off to sleep, with her under me and my cock resting on the
threshold of that juicy, young cunt. It would be nice to wake up in the
morning, with her along  side me. A little voice inside warned me that this
would be dangerous. With some regret, I disengaged and started to get up. The
girl came back to life and began kissing me and cuddling up to me. She didn't
want me to leave! "Stay with me, please."

"I can't, Vanessa. I have to go. Someone could walk in and see us." I had Sue
in mind for that chore. What would she think? What would she do? I really
didn't want to find out.

As I raised up out of the bed, Vanessa's arms reached out to me. I leaned over
and gave her a long, hard kiss on the mouth, and then it was over. I picked up
my clothes and slipped out the door.

The next morning, I came downstairs to find everyone else already up and
having breakfast. The girls were seated around the kitchen table, talking and
giggling and stuffing cereal down. Sue was puttering around at the stove. When
I entered the room, Vanessa looked up and gave out with a greeting so cheery,
that the others looked at her instead of me. "Hi, Mr. Danvers."

Everyone seemed normal for that time of day, except Vanessa. She looked like
she'd just been selected for sainthood, or something. She was literally
glowing and it was plain, at least to me, why this was so. She must have
enjoyed our little get-together much more than I thought, and it still showed
on her face. Not only that but she gave me such an adoring look that I was
embarrassed. Sue noticed it, too; and I could almost see the questions forming
in her mind.

What could I say? I certainly wasn't going to tell my wife why I thought the
girl was lit up like a neon sign.

So we got through breakfast and the girls went off to school. As I was
leaving, Sue asked me about Vanessa. I knew she would. "You seem to have made
quite an impression on our exchange student. What did you do, promise to get
her out of homework for the rest of the year?"

With a somewhat nervous laugh, I denied having any influence with the school
board. "No, I didn't."

"Well, she obviously thinks you're special. That was some look she gave you."

I was trying to make light of it, so as to throw Sue off the scent. She was
making me nervous with this line of questioning. "Yeah, Well, some of us have
it and some of us don't. You know how that works."

"I know how it works," she replied. Now what did she mean by that?

Still trying to deflect her questions... "Actually, Mindy told me a couple of
weeks ago that the girl thought I was nice. Maybe she's got a crush on me."

"Really? Then I better not leave you two alone. She's very pretty."

Now I was the one with questions. I wanted to dig into this a bit deeper, to
find out just what Sue was getting at. Was she just trying to be funny, or did
she know something? Sometimes it's better to leave things alone. This was one
of those times. Ignoring her last remark, I kissed Sue goodbye and made my way
downtown.

On the drive in to town I reviewed recent events. Things certainly were
different from what they were just a few months ago. Funny. All through
school, and even in college, I wasn't one of those guys who could charm a
girl's pants off just by smiling at her. Until I met Sue, I'd never had sex
with a girl on a regular basis. It was always a sometime kind of thing,
Nothing you could count on. Now, besides my wife, two lovely young girls were
at my disposal. Not only that but who knew what was waiting in this JSC Mindy
had gotten me into? Where pussy was concerned, it seemed I had hit the
jackpot. As if all this were not enough, there was also Polly.

Ah, yes. Polly. By this time, I'd fooled around with her several more times
and she was turning out to be an interesting little playmate. Pity, I didn't
have more time for her. How old did a girl have to be before you could do it
to her, anyway? I'd taken Mindy on her eleventh birthday and I believe I could
have done it to her sooner. Vanessa was a few months older than Mindy but with
lots more experience. Her father must have broken her in when she was quite
young. Polly would be ten on her next birthday, in September. Perhaps then I
might try her.

It was also around this time that I recognized myself as being hopelessly
obsessed with female children. The lovely, little creatures were like a rare
wine, that I was coming to appreciate more and more. Sex with a young girl was
nothing like sex with a woman. After doing it with three different girls, I
could see that despite their similarities, each one offered something unique.
What would it be like to bed more than one at a time?

Such preoccupations were not  conducive to safe driving. A near collision,
when I almost missed seeing someone pull out in front of me, was enough to
wake me up. I was near my downtown office and it was time to start thinking
about the business of the day.

When I returned home early that evening, Sue was just putting the finishing
touches on our supper. Our first true meal with Vanessa as a member of our
family. It gladdened my heart to have her pretty face smiling at me from
across the table. She ate in small, dainty bites and constantly wiped her
mouth on her napkin. Sue reported on the events of the day, and Polly and Suzy
also made their contribution to the family conversation.

To tell you the truth, Sue could have informed me they'd discovered oil in our
backyard and I wouldn't have been  impressed. For me it was more important to
count the number of times Vanessa chewed before swallowing. Every move she
made was worthy of intense scrutiny. There was just a hint of an accent in her
voice. It sounded sort of British, or was it Scottish? It wasn't there all the
time. Just certain words. I hung on her every utterance, waiting to hear that
echo from whatever far away paradise she came from.

I brought work home to be finished in my office, but it went untouched. I
could not bear for Vanessa to be out of my sight. Don't ask me what we did the
rest of that evening. I don't remember. Considering Sue's remarks at breakfast
that morning, I did feel it unwise to risk another late night sojourn to
Vanessa's bed. The week slipped by much faster than I wanted. On the next
night I was late coming home. An office meeting that seemed never to end, and
then the abominable traffic. Sue had already fed the children and cleaned up
the dishes by the time I made it to the house. A brief hour or so of watching
Vanessa watch TV and that was it. Sue was aware of my interest in the golden
girl. Every once in awhile I could feel Sue watching me. She had caught onto
something and was not likely to let it go. That was her way. Thus, I again
decided to hold myself in check. The next day was Wednesday and Sue had no
business appointments for the rest of that week. It looked like I'd already
had my one and only fling with Vanessa. I was getting desperate. On Friday
evening we were scheduled to meet at a local pizza parlor. Everyone would be
there. Over pepperoni and cheese, the girls would be reunited with their
families.

And so it turned out, because of time and circumstance,  that I was unable to
enjoy Vanessa anymore that week. We did talk a bit, when I could get her
alone, but it was only for a few minutes here and there. Still, these brief
conversations were informative. She filled me in on the JSC, and then, later,
in a meeting with her father, I was able to work out the arrangements for
Mindy and I to participate.