My stepdaughter is a whore, but that is no excuse.

***

I am having a wonderful dream, I'm getting a great blowjob from a fabulous blond babe and I'm getting close. She is swirling her tongue around the head and up and down the bottom of my shaft. She fondles my balls, which always gets me really going. I reach down, grab her head, and start to face fuck her. As I cum deep down her throat, I groan and wake. It isn't a dream. It's my 24-year-old stepdaughter Dagny.

What the Fuck! I damn near jump out of bed. "Wha..what are you doing??" I stammer.

She swallows, and grins, "Just saying thank you, Daddy."

"Bu...but you're my daughter!"

"Not really, Daddy. Besides, I remember how you used to look at me when I lived here."

She's right, she used to walk around the house half clothed when she was a teenager. I couldn't help but look at her perky little tits, nipples hard and poking thru her short t-shirts. She seemed to delight in giving me little glimpses of her tits as she leaned over in front of me or letting her skimpy thong underwear ride up, then she would pull them slowly free from her gooey wet snatch when she knew I was looking. "At least I never touched you," I mumble.

"I wish you had, Daddy. You were so hot, and still are."

She starts to suck me hard again, cleaning up her mess. God, I don't know. I know I should kick her out, but she was a hot little 16-year-old, even if she is a skanky 24-year-old now. I lie back, close my eyes and remember the old Dagny.

This time she stops before I cum. She climbs up to fuck me, but I stop her for a moment. I hand her a condom from the nightstand. There's no telling, and I doubt she even knows, where her cunt has been. She unrolls the condom on me, quicker and easier than I ever have. Ah, she does have a professional touch. She is hot and wet though as she slides down on me slowly. She groans "Oh, Daddy" as she hits bottom.

I grab her tits as she slides up and down my cock slowly at first then faster and faster. I groan too, slide my hands down to her hips, and throw her onto the bed. I loom over her as she grins up at me. "I have wanted to do this for years," I admit. I plunge deep in her gaping cunt and pound her hard. It's a good thing she blew me first, I want to make this last.

She grunts and moans as I slam into her, my balls bouncing off her asshole. Her skinny body is pinned beneath me as I fulfill a very deep and evil fantasy. I pinch her nipples and bite her shoulder. She squeals and yells "YES, DADDY! YES!!"

Her cunt is hot and still fairly tight even after having Stephanie and who knows how many other fat cocks in her. I flip her over and slam into her from behind. I feel my cock bouncing off her cervix as I grab her tits and let her have it deep and fast. Then I think of something that might be tighter.

I slide out for a moment as she moans "Don't stop..." I grab my cock and slide it up her ass in one deep hard thrust. It is tight and hot. She just groans and pushes back onto me. I grab her hips and fuck her ass hard. This is something even her mother never let me do. My hips slam into her ass as she moans louder and louder. I spank her sorry white ass and turn it red. She grunts with each spank as I pummel her harder and harder. She's both sobbing and playing with herself. My balls bounce off her fingers as she rubs her clit. She wails and quivers as she cums hard. Her ass vibrates and I can't stand it anymore and give her one last deep thrust and explode deep in her ass. We collapse in a tangle of sweaty limbs as I slide out of her now gaping ass. We're both gasping for breath when I hear a giggle from the door.

Stephanie, Dag's four-year-old daughter, is watching us, sucking her thumb and grinning around it at both of us.

God, how did I get into this?

***

This all started last night when the phone rang at three in the morning. This can't be good. "Hello" I croaked.

"Daddy?"

There was only one person who called me Daddy, and she wasn't even my daughter. My ex-step-daughter Dagny was on the phone and she sounded drunk, even with just one word.

"Do you know what time it is?!"

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she slurred, "I'm in trouble."

So what else is new, I thought. "What's wrong this time," I asked.

"Billy kicked me out," then she burst into tears.

I hate it when she cries and she knows it. "What about Stephanie?" I asked. Stephanie was my only granddaughter and the only reason I hadn't hung up on her. I also noted that Dag hadn't mentioned her little four-year-old daughter until I did.

"She's asleep in the car. Can we come and stay with you tonight?"

Shit. "I guess. We can sort all of this out in the morning. Can you drive?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she slurred.

I thought about going to get the two of them, but they only lived half a mile away. Fuck it. "I'll make up the spare room."

I got up and made coffee, made the bed in my spare bedroom and unlocked the back door. Dagny used to have a key, but I changed the locks after valuables started to disappear from around the house. Just what I need, another junky in the house. That's why I divorced her mother. Shit.

***

I was waiting in the kitchen when they stumbled in the back door. Dag had a nice shiner and a split lip. Her hair was its usual stringy blonde mess and looked like a poster child for meth abuse. She was dragging my almost sleepwalking granddaughter by one arm. Dag collapsed in a kitchen chair and I grabbed Stephanie and pulled her into my lap. Steph was back asleep within seconds.

"Thanks, Dad," was all Dagny said.

"So, what happened?"

"Billy came home drunk and beat me up."

"Looks like. I'll get you some ice for that eye."

"Nah, it's fine. I've got these." She pulled a couple of pills from her pocket and downed them with a mouthful of my coffee.

"He kicked you out?"

"Yeah, the bastard...didn't even let me grab anything. He chased me out of there with a shotgun."

"We'll sort it out tomorrow. I'm just glad you and Steph are safe." Well, Steph anyway.

"Yeah, whatever." Then she got up and staggered to the guest room, leaving Steph in my lap. Typical.

I looked down at Steph. It looked like she hadn't had a bath in a week and quite frankly stank. She was awfully skinny, too. Well, I'll clean her up in the morning and give her a good breakfast, too.

I carried Steph to the guest room. Dagny was passed out fully clothed half on the bed and half off. I rolled her onto the double bed and pulled off her shoes. Her feet stank too. I put Steph down next to her. Steph whimpered and tried to hang onto me. I threw a spare blanket over both of them, since there was no point in tucking them in and dirtying the fresh sheets. I turned out the light and went back to bed.

***

After that marathon fuck session, I come to and the clock says 10:43 AM. Dag is curled up next to me and asleep again. I lean over and start to kiss her, but she smells like a like a combination latrine, whorehouse and brewery.

I get up to pee and throw on my robe. Stephanie is back asleep curled up in the guest bed sucking her thumb.

I lean over and kiss her forehead. She stinks too, but smiles around her thumb then goes back to sucking.

After peeing, I avoid looking at myself in the mirror. I don't think I can look myself in the eye after last night. I zap myself some leftover coffee and sit down in the kitchen.

If it was just Dag, I'd kick her ass out in a second, but I won't let my only granddaughter go homeless. That's a joke, too, though. Stephanie's real father and both grandfathers are long gone and I am no blood relation to either of them. But Steph's only a kid and certainly didn't pick her worthless mother.

Now, that wish fulfillment sex was nice, I must admit, but Dag is almost my daughter. I shouldn't let that happen again.

The more I think about it, the more I wonder what is really going on. There's no way I'll ever get a straight answer out of Dag, so I call Billy. He answers on the first ring.

"Hello?" he mumbles, sounding hungover.

"This is Ed Taylor."

"What you want?" he manages.

"Dagny ended up over here last night. What's going on?"

"I caught that bitch in my bed with some fucking nigger is what's going on!" he yells, finding his voice. "You can tell that fucking race traitor skank don't come back!"

"Huh, well, I see. Sorry about that, I guess." Like mother like daughter. Her mother had a taste for dark meat too. And it's just like Dagny to hang around with some skinhead trash. "Look, can I come over and get their things."

"Fine, but if I see that bitch, I'm grabbing my gun."

"Well, OK, then. I'll stop by this afternoon."

***

I start to make some bacon, eggs and toast when Dagny appears at the door. She looked still looked like hell even with a just fucked up the ass glow: stringy blond hair, long face, a circle under one eye and a shiner under the other. She looks skinnier than I remember, too.

"You want any breakfast?" I ask.

She turns a little green and runs for the bathroom.

She reappears a few minutes later. "Coffee" is all she says, then sits down and drinks mine.

I finish making breakfast and pour myself another cup. I sit down across from her. She steals a piece of my toast. "I called Billy. He's not very happy with you."

"Fuck him."

"He said he doesn't want to see you. I could run over there and pick up your stuff, if you want."

"Whatever." She grabs her purse from where she dropped it last night rummaging around in it. "Got any cigarettes?"

I shake my head, "Gave them up when your mother left."

"Good for you. I'd kill for one." She gets up and heads out the door without so much as a "see you later" or "look after Stephanie."

***

I'm still eating breakfast when Stephanie wanders in a while later.

"Branka?" she mumbles, one small fist rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She never could say Grampa when she was two and my nickname stuck.

"Good morning" I manage. I'm not sure what to say to her. She just climbs into my lap and grabs a piece of my bacon "Are you hungry?" I ask?

She nods her head and eats what's left of my breakfast. When that's gone, I ask her "More?" and she nods again. I try to put her down as I get up, but she won't let go, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I had made enough food for the three of us, so I dish up the rest and pour her some milk, all one handed. After a couple of one-handed trips with food and the milk, we sit down with Steph in my lap again.

Steph eats like she's starving. She eats everything on the plate. I manage to get half a strip of bacon and some toast past her. When there's nothing left, she burps then giggles.

"I saw you watching us earlier," I finally say. "Do you watch mama with men very often?"

She nods. "Sometimes I help, too." She claps her hand over her mouth then says "Oops, I'm not supposed to tell."

God, I am conflicted, but my even darker side wins out. "That's right, baby."

I grab a napkin and change the subject. "You made a bit of a mess, darling" I say as I wipe her mouth. "Uh-oh, I made a clean spot. I think you need a bath."

She makes a face, but doesn't complain when I carry her to the bathroom. I start the tap and let the water warm up while I undress her. Her clothes are as filthy as she is. "When did you last take a bath, darling?"

"I dunno," she says and shrugs her shoulders. She sits on the edge of the tub as I pull off her tiny t-shirt and jeans. She isn't even wearing any panties. I notice she had a bit of a rash between her legs. "I need to pee," she adds.

Dagny hadn't flushed her vomit (and my semen?), so I do. Then I put the toilet seat down and Steph climbs up and pees. She doesn't bother to wipe herself until I hand her a wad of toilet paper. That explains the rash, I guess.

The water's warm now and she climbs into the tub. I close the drain and it starts to fill. She plays with an empty shampoo bottle. "Sorry, darling, I don't have any better toys to play with." I turn her around and lean her back to put her hair under the tap. The water runs dirty out of her hair. Damn, no baby shampoo, either, so I grab my shampoo. I start a mental grocery list. I squirt some of my Pantene into her hair and start to lather it up. Actually, her hair is so dirty it wouldn't lather at all. She tilts her head back and smiles up at me as I wash her hair.

"Owwie" she says as I try to work out a few tangles.

"Sorry, but your hair is very dirty. Here, lean back again." She holds her hair under the tap and more dirt flows out. I add more shampoo and get a little lather this time. It takes three "Lather, Rinse, Repeat"s to get her hair something like clean. I drain the filthy water and refill the tub. Then I start on the rest of her.

I have to use a washcloth on her to scrub off all the grime. I remember the one time I was over at Dagny's during bath time, she just dropped Steph in an inch of tepid water and let her play. She didn't even use soap. It's amazing the poor child survived this long.

When I start to wash between her legs, she starts to cry.

"Owwie, Branka, that hurts."

"Oh, sorry, darling." I don't want to hurt her, but she is awfully red down there. I guess I just have to use my hand. I soap up my hand and gently start to wash her red thighs and crotch. She lays back and spreads her legs wide. The rash is all over and I wash her as gently as I can. She lifts her little ass as I wash down between her crack and her little asshole. She starts to moan a bit. "Does that hurt, darling?"

"No, Branka, that feels good." She reaches down and spreads her little lips and says "Don't forget inside, Billy says that's the most important part."

What? Billy? What has that bastard been doing? I slide my fingers up and down her slit and I swear her little clit is hard. I notice she didn't seem to have a hymen as my finger slips easily inside her. She lets out another groan. Her little cunt is warm and wet. I can't believe my little four-year-old granddaughter isn't a virgin. I don't dare do anything more and I rinse her clean. She looks a little disappointed as I lift her out of the tub.

I dry her in my softest towel, then her hair. I brush her hair out as best I can, getting quite a few more "owwies" in the process.

"Steph, honey, you have an awful rash between your legs."

"Mommy said it's OK" she replies.

"Here, let me some lotion on it" and I grab some hand lotion and start to smear it on.

She jumps a bit and giggles "That's cold, Branka."

"Sorry, darling." I add some better skin cream to my mental shopping list. I'll have to ask what to get, I'm sure Dagny wouldn't know.

As my hand smoothes the lotion around, she moaned "that feels good." She squirms and holds my hand against her little cunt and smiles. I quickly pull my hand away and she frowns. "What's wrong, Branka?"

"Nothing," I mutter.

I realize that I don't have any other clothes for her. I'll have to stop by Billy's and get her stuff this afternoon. I hope Dagny gets back soon so she can watch her.

I wrap her in the towel and carry her into my room. I dig out one of her grandmother's old t-shirts and put it on her. She's smothered in it, but it's all I have. "Here, hop up into bed and I'll wash your old clothes."

I throw her little pile of clothes in the washer and add extra soap. When I get back to my bedroom, I can't believe what I see.

Little Stephanie is playing with herself down there. She's kicked off the comforter and pulled up the t-shirt. Her eyes are closed and moans as one little hand plays with her clit and the other slides in and out of her tiny cunt. I stand frozen in the doorway, then back out slowly and closing the door. I sit down in my office and try to think. What has this little girl been doing? What has her mother been doing? Should I report this??? My mind was spinning.

2.

When I go back to my bedroom, Stephanie is fast asleep. I lay back on the bed next to Steph and try to think. Steph stirs and rolls over to me and put one hand on my cock thru my robe. I picked her hand up gently and remove it from my hardening cock. She takes it and starts sucking her thumb again. I close my eyes for a few moments.

***

I dream about sex again. This time I'm getting a hand job from a little oriental woman I remember from my last trip to Japan. She was a tiny girl, probably 4'10, in one of those oriental massage parlors. I just lie back and let her work, although this time it feels a little drier. I remember she had all sorts of scented soaps and lotions. I don't really care and eventually come anyway. As I spurt all over her hand, I wake up to the washer buzzing. Stephanie has curled up next to me asleep with her hand on my cock again. I've come all over her little hand and I nearly jump out of bed again.

Before I can stop her, Steph rolls over and sucks her cum soaked thumb into her mouth. She eagerly sucks it and smiles. God, what have I done?

I wipe the cum off the rest of her hand and arm. Then get up and took a quick shower. As I dry off, the washer buzzes again. I check the clock and it's past one in the afternoon. I wondered where Dagny has gotten off too.

***

I'm putting Steph's few clothes in the dryer when the phone rings. "Hello?"

"This is Sergeant Jack Hendricks of the Metro Police. May I please speak with Edward Smith?"

The last thing I want after my little "dream" today is to talk to a cop. "Speaking..."

"Are you the father of Dagny Smith?"

"I'm her step-father."

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, sir. Ms. Smith was killed this morning in an apparent murder-suicide."

"What!" I am shocked to silence for a few moments. "Wha... what happened?" I finally manage to say. "Was it that Billy Jenkins?"

"Yes, sir, we believe so. Can you come down to the morgue and identify her body?"

"Sure, sure, I guess." I get the address and sit down again. This is all too much. What is going to happen to Stephanie? What am I going to do with her? What am I going to do with her right now?

***

After a few minutes and another cup of coffee, I call my neighbor Sue Hastings. "Sorry to bother you Sue, but I have a bit of an emergency going on. Can you come over and babysit my granddaughter for a little while this afternoon?"

"You have a granddaughter, Ed? Surely you're not old enough..."

I cut her off. "It's a long story. She's my step-daughter's kid and, I'm sorry, I don't have time to explain."

"Sure, Ed, no problem. What is going on?"

"Look, I'm sorry Sue, it's a bit of a family disaster. When can you get over here?"

"I don't know, give me five minutes." She's a bit put off.

"Thanks Sue, I'll owe you more than one."

It's more than 15 minutes before Sue pads over from next door. I've thrown Steph's few clothes in the dryer and gotten dressed myself. Sue is a retired schoolteacher of about 60 and is wearing a housedress and slippers. I don't know what took her so long but I don't say anything.

"Thanks for coming over so quickly," I lie. "Stephanie is asleep in my bedroom." We walk down the hall and Steph is still asleep sucking her thumb.

"Well, isn't she a cutie," Sue says. "What is going Ed? I didn't know you even had kids."

"I don't, not really. It's a long story." I cut off her next dozen questions. I realize Dag isn't getting any deader, but I just don't want to stop and explain, or think anymore. "I'm sorry Sue, I'll explain when I get back." As I turn to go, I say. "Her clothes are in the dryer."

***

The morgue is in the basement of an old funeral home that is now the county medical examiner's office. The whole place smells like industrialized death. Cold, bitter and efficient.

They show me to Dagny's body, but there's not much to recognize. "What happened?" I manage to ask, trying to hold down my breakfast.

"Looks like a shotgun blast to the face. We'll know more when we do the autopsy."

Autopsy? I hesitate remembering this morning, then remember we used a condom.

"I'm sorry, sir, can you identify her? Do you recognize anything at all?"

I recognize her tattoos and what's left of her dishwater blond hair. "It's her, I guess."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Yeah, I recognize her tattoos." I recognized more of them than I should, including the skull and crossbones over her stubbly snatch.

"Very good, can you sign here?" the clerk asked. I turned away and signed the forms. What a waste. "Will you be responsible for the body?"

"What?"

"After the autopsy, will you handle the burial?"

"Sure, I guess."

He flips to another page "Fill in your contact info and sign here, too, then."

I sign. "When will she be...?"

"We're pretty backed up, probably not until next week."

Another couple come in, led by another clerk. I turn and leave before I see another body.

***

I drive by Billy's trailer and it's a smoldering ruin surrounded by police tape. There's a bit of a crowd watching the firemen hose down the smoking remains. There are even a couple of news trucks setting up. Must be a slow news day.

As I get close, I notice is a big red smear on the porch that probably is the top half of Dagny's head. A cop approaches me as I try to step under the tape.

"Please stay behind the tape, sir," he says putting his hand on my chest.

"Is there anything left?"

"Not really. Who are you?"

"I'm the dead girl's step-father."

"Ah, the Sergeant wants to talk to you." He points me to a paddy wagon parked at the entrance to the trailer park.

The Sergeant is sitting on the back bumper filling out paperwork. He's an older fellow with a grey crew cut and a bit of a paunch. "You Hendricks?" I ask. He nods. "I'm Ed Smith."

He looks down at his clipboard then looks me over. "I'm sorry for your loss, sir. Have you IDed the body?"

"Yes, although there wasn't much left."

"No sir, there wasn't. But you were certain."

"Yes, Sergeant," I almost feel like I am back in Army. I don't mention the tattoos. "Is there anything left in the house? Clothes, valuables, anything?"

"I doubt it. It was totally involved when we arrived. The fire boys were lucky to keep it from spreading. We found one other body inside holding a shotgun."

"That bastard Billy, I hope."

"We think so, sir, but we'll have to wait for the autopsy for positive ID."

"Well, I think he had a record, so you probably have his DNA on file," I offer.

"I'll make a note of that, thank you. I don't think there is anything else we need right now. Can I get your phone and address?"

"Sure, no problem." I give him the details and he writes them in his notes. I think about mentioning I have Stephanie, but I need to sort out what happened this morning first. There's nothing left here but ashes, so I turn and leave. I guess I'll have to buy clothes and everything for Stephanie now.

***

When I get home, Sue is in the living room with Stephanie. Sue is drinking coffee on the sofa and Steph is collapsed on her stomach in front of the TV. Stephanie isn't dressed and I can see her little pink ass under the t-shirt as she idly swings her legs back and forth in the air behind her. Judge Judy is dispensing justice fast and loose on Fox. I reach for the remote to switch to PBS cartoons then get Steph some clothes, but Sue grabs my hand and interrupts, asking "What is going on?"

I don't want to talk in front of Steph. I don't know how I'm going to break this to my little granddaughter. So I ask Sue, "Can you help me with the coffee in the kitchen?"

"I just brewed a fresh pot."

"Can we talk in there..." I nod towards Steph who seems absorbed by a dispute between two crack ho's arguing over rent or something. I think I saw one of them in the crowd at Billy's.

"Oh, Okay." She finally gets the point and follows me into the kitchen.

As I pour myself a cup, I realize I still have the remote. "What is going on?" Sue asks again as we sit at the table.

There is no easy way to say this. "Dagny is dead."

"Who?" Sue is winning today's Alzheimer's award.

"Stephanie's mom and my..." I am about to explain when I hear a scream from the living room. As I come running, FOX has Dagny's picture up as the anchor says "...in a tragic murder suicide. Reporter Joe Belsen has a live report from the scene..."

I frantically look for the remote, but it's still in the kitchen. Stephanie is still screaming, so I shield her from the screen as I frantically slap at the buttons on the front of the TV trying to turn the damn thing off. The last thing I recognize before I finally turn it off is Steph's Big Wheel on in the little yard surrounded by fire hoses.

I grab Stephanie and she clings to me for dear life, wailing. Sue finally appears with the remote, but I wave her away. She looks shocked and even more confused. "I...I don't know what..."

"Thanks for coming over," I say as Stephanie's howls die down to sobs. "I'll call you later, OK?"

"Sure, anything you want." She has an odd look on her face as she turns to leave.

I look down and notice that Steph's t-shirt had ridden up as I held her, exposing her ass. My hand held one cheek with my fingers in her crack as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I sit down on the couch and pull down her t-shirt. "Mama's...dead?" she croaks out between sobs. All I can do is nod my head. She wails again, gripping me tighter.

3.

Dagny was sucking a long thin cock deep down her throat. She pumped one hand up and down the wet shaft in time with her mouth. Her other hand fondled a pair of tight balls. Even I could tell he was close to cumming. Just then the image pulled back showing little Stephanie straddling the guys face. Steph's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she rubbed her little cunt all over the man's face.

Dagny came up for air and smiled as Steph came all over the man's face, slamming her little legs together and letting out a high keening wail. The man's cock bounced as he almost came too. Dagny gripped the base of his cock with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other, stopping him from cumming. He moaned, "Please..."

"Not until you do what you paid for, Joe. You want to miss her tight cunt? You have the perfect cock to take her little cherry, and I am not going to waste it."

"Oh, God," he moaned.

Steph fell limp on the man's face, panting. Dag released Joe's balls and stroked herself for a moment. She then picked up Steph by the hips and pulled her down his chest leaving his face covered in her juices. Dag whispered something in Steph's ear and Steph nodded. Steph leaned forward as Dag squirted something up her little cunt, then picked her up and held her over the man's hard throbbing cock. Dag spread Steph's little cunt lips with one hand and held his cock at her virgin hole with the other. Steph hesitated for a moment with a look of fear on her face, then sank slowly down. "Owwie, mommy! It hurts!!" Stephanie stopped for a moment until Dagny reached up and pushed her down by her shoulders. "YEEOOOWWWW!" she screamed and burst into tears. Blood flowed down Joe's cock and over his balls.

Joe just groaned and grabbed Stephanie by the hips and fucked her hard as Dagny leaned down and licked the blood off his balls. Steph grunted with each thrust until she was moaning too. Dagny was lapping at his balls and jamming her hand up her own dripping snatch. Joe let out one colossal groan and slammed the little girl down hard on his cock. His cock pulsed as load after load of cum pumped into her tiny snatch. Still only about two thirds of his long cock fit up her little cunt. The cum and blood flowed out of her tiny tight hole and down his cock. Dagny lapped at it swallowing as fast as she could. Stephanie and Joe collapsed as Dagny continued to lick up the mess.

Joe pulled Stephanie up and off his cock and kissed her. Steph grunted as she popped off his wilting cock. Dagny sucked his shrinking member in her mouth and sucked it clean. "No more," he croaked, but Dagny licked him clean. Stephanie collapsed on the bed next to Joe as Dag got up and counted the money on the dresser, twenty $100 bills.

Joe rolled over and fingered Steph's dripping little cunt. Dag grabbed a Kleenex and brushed his fingers aside wiping up the mess. Dag shot Steph a look who moaned "Owwie" as she wiped her.

"Just let her sore little cunt heal up, and you can come back for more. OK Joe?"

"Love to. God that is the tightest little cunt I've ever had. How much for sloppy seconds?" He asked as his cock hardening again.

Dag didn't hesitate for a moment. "Another thou. You game?"

He glanced at his watch. "Shit, I'd love to, but I need to get going. It's my anniversary tonight. I need to save something for the wife."

He dressed quickly and stopped to tie his tie mirror hiding the camera. Dagny came up behind him as he did and said, "Anytime you want more, give me a call, Joe. Her tight little cunt is yours for the asking."

"...and a thousand bucks, right?" he added.

"An important district attorney like you can afford a few perks every now and then, right?" Dagny grinned at him then licked his fingers.

He snorted and left.

Dagny turned to the camera, "Shit, that was close. I hope he doesn't taste the sweet and sour sauce on his fingers."

***

I close the file and looked at the filename "ADA Joe Summers 11-22-10.avi". ADA must mean Assistant District Attorney. I scan down the list of files: more than one ADA, a few police officers of various ranks, and even a police captain. There are even a few names I recognize from the paper. I also recognize one name in particular, Sergeant Hendricks. I double clicked on it, but it just shows him fucking Dagny and calling her Louise. I double click a few more and discover Joe wasn't the only guy Stephanie "lost her virginity" to, with the help of a little sweet and sour. She was making quite a living off her little daughter's tiny cunt.

***

Stephanie had cried in my arms for hours last night. I kept assuring her "Mommy was with Jesus now," but I don't think Steph believed it any more than I did. She finally dropped off to sleep around midnight, but awoke screaming fifteen minutes later. After many hours of this, it was beginning to get light and I gave her a quarter sleeping pill. She finally drifted off into a deep sleep and didn't wake up screaming.

With Steph finally out, I had gone back to Billie's trailer. The police tape was long gone so I dug thru the cold wet ashes in the pale light of dawn. There wasn't much to find until I looked in what remained of a closet. There, buried under some smoldering jeans was a video camera and box of SD cards and thumb drives. I took them all home with me.

The camera was a total loss, but the card inside it was readable, as were most of the rest of them in the box. The box also contained several thousand dollars that were only a little singed. That will help to pay for all new everything for Stephanie.

***

The police captain file CaptJefferson.avi was interesting. A middle-aged black man had tied up and beat the crap out of Dagny. After everything I'd seen this morning, Dagny was getting a little of what she deserved. The Captain agreed, "I've heard about you, you useless skank. How do you like this?" he said as he jammed a nightstick up her ass then beat her with the shitty pole. Dagny was screaming as he beat her with one hand and jacked off with the other. I'm jacking off too and just begin to cum when I hear something right behind me.

"Branka?"

I spin around in my surprise and cum all over my granddaughter. Seeing her there wide eyed staring at my spurting cock is too much. I cum harder than I have in years. My cum spurts again and again all over her hair, face and t-shirt. "Oh, God, no," I moan, but I can't stop myself. She looks shocked at first, then falls to her knees and takes my dribbling cock in her little mouth and sucks me dry. I don't even get flaccid, and stay hard as she cleans my cock with her little tongue.

When I stop cumming, I pull her up to me, ashamed, but she misunderstands. She straddles my wet cock and slips it into her tight snatch. I want to throw her off, but it feels so tight, so good. I should stop, but I just can't. I grab her little hips and slide her up and down my hard shaft. I can hear Dagny being beaten behind me as I, too abuse her little daughter. Stephanie smiles her angelic cum coated smile as she rides me. I let go of her hips and she bounces up and down on me like it's a horsey ride. I pull the cum soaked t-shirt off of my little granddaughter and fondle her tiny nipples with my thumbs as I hold her. She begins to moan and I do too.

One of her little hands drops to her clit as she plays with herself. Her flat little abdomen bulges each time she slams down on my cock. This is all too much for me and I grab her hips again and pound into her. I am no longer a grandfather, not even a man, just an animal, a cock, trying to cum. She begins to quiver as she cums around my cock. I feel her tiny cunt contract in waves around my swelling cock and it pushes me over. I, too, slam her down on my cock and pump her full of my incestuous seed. We spasm again and again together until she collapses on me.

I lean back in my chair and turn around with Stephanie still impaled upon me. The cop cumming all over Dagny's black and blue shit smeared body. The cop just tucks his cock in, wipes the shitty bloody nightstick on Dag's hair then cracks her one more time upside her head. She moans as he grabs the money he gave her off the dresser and pockets it. He leaves whistling and twirling the nightstick.

Billy rushes into the room and turns her over. This is a little odd. It's the first time I've seen Billy in all of the videos.

Dagny's face is a mess with one purple eye swollen shut, her nose looks broken and her lip is split and bleeding in three places. "Did you get it?" Dagny moans.

"Yes," Billy nods then punches her in her one good eye. "But if I ever catch you with another nigger, I'll kill you dead." The video ends with his promise saved as a reminder.

I look down and Steph has fallen asleep on my chest.

My cock finally wilts and slips out of her. God, what have I done?

4.

I carry Stephanie to the bathroom to clean her up. I throw her cum stained t-shirt in the hamper and start the bath. Were both covered in cum and her pure pussy juice, so I climb in with her. She sits between my legs facing me. It seems my cock is her new favorite bath toy. She plays with it and it starts gets hard yet again. My cock has been getting more action in the last few days than it has in years and it's getting quite sore. So, I turn her around away from my cock and keep her busy washing her hair. I picked up some baby shampoo when I was out earlier and use it to wash my cum out of her hair. She giggles when I put some in my hair too. "Branka, you're not a baby!"

You're not much of a baby either, I think but ask, "Wanna help me?" and lean forward as we wash each other's hair. I stand her up and use the baby shampoo to wash her body, too. I run my hands up and down her soapy smooth skin. I have to spend some extra time, I tell myself, cleaning the dried cum and juices off her crotch and legs.

My cock springs to life again as I slide my index finger deep inside her hot tight pussy. I slide my soapy middle in her tight hot ass, which loosens quickly to the intruder. "Oh, Branka," she moans and humps my fingers as they slide deeper, harder and faster inside her. Her ass is so accommodating, I must not be the first to explore it. I slide another finger up her tight little rosebud as she massages her own tiny clit.

My cock is so hard it hurts, but I don't care. I pull out my fingers and pick up my little granddaughter. She grabs my dick in her hand as I point it at her soapy little rosy asshole. She slides down on it, moaning. She grunts as her perfect little ass cheeks land on my thighs. Looks up at me and grins. I pick her up by her tiny ass and pump my straining cock with her hot tight ass.

God, I think, I am going to end up in Hell with Dagny, but I don't care. Stephanie plays with her little clit as I fuck her ass slowly and deeply. My pace pick up as I pound her down faster and harder. She grunts each time she slams down, but starts to moan too. Her little fingers fly over her clit as I almost masturbate myself with her hot little body. She begins to wail as she cums, going rigid in my arms. I can't stand it and slam her down one last time and explode deep in her bowels. I feel her little muscles spasm as we both cum hard.

We are both wet soapy messes when we're done. I am glad I used baby shampoo on both of us. I lift her off of me and my incestuous cum oozes out of her gaping asshole. We both stand up and I wash us both off with the shower massage. I set the shower to pulse and do my best to wash out her slowly closing ass. She giggles at the sensation then gasps when the pulses hit her little clit. I try to move it away but she grabs my hand and holds it there. She rides the water until she is shaking in yet another violent orgasm. I am amazed that a girl so young can actually cum, but I guess she's not so young in many ways.

The water is running quite cold by the time she finally lets me turn it off. I'm used to cold showers from my time in the army, not to mention a few too many years alone, but Steph is shivering. I wrap her in a fluffy brown towel that reaches from shoulder to ankle of her little body. I put a hand towel around her hair, then carry her to our bed. I tuck her under the comforter and ask "warm enough?" She nods. I add "I'll be right back."

I finish drying myself and pull on a clean robe. My hair hasn't been this soft in years. I am going to have to keep using that baby shampoo. My cock hasn't been this "clean" either.

I grab her clean clothes from the laundry room along with some little girl panties I picked up with the baby shampoo this morning. When I get back to the bed, she has fallen asleep again. I leave the clothes on the bed next to her and get dressed myself.

***

I am making a late lunch for us when I hear a knock at the door. It's a cop and a woman in a severe pantsuit. I recognize the cop from one of the videos. I open the door and smile. "Afternoon Officer Brown, Ma'am. How can I help you?"

The officer gives me an odd look when I say his name, but says nothing. "I'm Kathy Pander, with Child Protective Services. May we come in?" the pantsuit asks.

"Of course, of course," I say and lead them into the living room. They sit on the couch as I say, "I was just making a late lunch. Can I get you something? Coffee, sandwich, anything?"

"Let me get to the point, Mr. Smith. As we understand it, you have Dagny Smith's daughter Stephanie here with you?"

"Yes, she is taking a nap."

"May I see her?"

"Of course," I get up and take them down the hall. "This has been a rough couple of days for her. She's been having nightmares and hasn't been sleeping alone." I open the door to my bedroom, and, thank god, she is still under the covers. The hand towel has fallen off her hair, but she is still asleep.

"I see," says the pantsuit. She looks around briefly, but doesn't wake Stephanie.

I show pantsuit Stephanie's room. She just nods and turns to me, "I am concerned for the welfare of the child, we've had some reports of abuse."

"Really?" I look at Officer Brown of CplBrown.avi square in the eye, he looks away. "I'm not that surprised, knowing her mother." I lead them back to the living room. I sit down in my armchair and continue, "Her mother was a piece of work, but I have always done my best to take care of my granddaughter."

"My only concern is for the child," the pantsuit says as she pulls out a folder from her large purse. "Our files indicate a history of neglect and physical abuse. There have even been unconfirmed reports of sexual abuse."

"My God, that's terrible." I breathe, but I don't add if you want confirmation, just turn to your left. I remember Officer Brown quite liking a rather torrid threesome between him, mother and daughter. Come to think of it, he was rather fond of Steph's little brown rosebud, too. "Well, I did my best to take care of Stephanie when she visited here. I always fed and cleaned her up as best I could. I offered to let Stephanie live with me several times, but Dagny never agreed." I seem to recall Officer Brown paid double in the video for the unholy threesome. "Perhaps some good will come of this tragedy after all. I am happy to take care of Stephanie full time now."

"Let me see, Stephanie is not a blood relation, is she, Mr. Smith?"

"No, but I am the closest she has to family with her mother and grandmother gone."

"What about the father?"

"I don't think Dagny ever knew. She was a prostitute at the time. I think Steph's birth certificate has no father listed." I smile, thinking of the second coming, or is that second cumming?

"You find that amusing, Mr. Smith?"

I decide to lay it on a little thick, "Well, sorry, I was just thinking that Our Lord and Savior would have the same problem. No father listed on his birth certificate, either"

"I see," the pantsuit responds, nonplussed. She must be a good feminist. "It is my job to decide what happens to this abused little girl. She has been taken into state custody before."

"Look, I'm not sorry about my faith. I, too, am very worried about the damage done to this little girl by her sinful mother and while she was in foster care. The one time she was put in foster care, I took custody of her then, too. I must say I was shocked at her condition when I got her. Her mother said you people did it to her, but, quite frankly, I don't know.

"After that, I did my best by Stephanie when her mother was alive and I will do everything for her now that I am her only support. I intend to take good care of her, make sure she never has to want or worry again. I make a good living with my business and I have already looked into adding her to my health insurance. I will get her whatever medical treatment she needs after the living hell her mother put her through. The last thing she needs is to be thrown back into the state foster care system. The stories I've seen in the papers about abuse there make me cringe. I will raise Stephanie in a good Christian home."

My voice has risen a bit during this minor tirade and we all hear a "Branka??" from down the hall. I get up and almost run to Stephanie.

I am pulling her clothes on her sleepy little body as the pantsuit sticks her nose in the bedroom door. Steph notices her and gasps, then wraps her arms around me as I pull her t-shirt down. "It's okay, darling. This is Ms. Pander. She's here to see if you are okay."

I pick her up and she buries her face in my shoulder. I notice her hair is a mess, so I grab a hairbrush and carry her down the hall to the living room. We all sit down with Steph in my lap. "It's okay, darling," I say to Stephanie, "The nice lady is from Foster Care."

At the words Foster Care, Stephanie burst into tears crying "Noooo!" and she latches onto me hard, sobbing.

I stroke Steph's tangled hair and look over at the pantsuit. "That's okay, darling, you can stay with me."

"Real-ly?" she chokes out between sobs.

"Can she, Ms. Pander?" I ask the pantsuit.

The pantsuit looks once at Officer Brown, who has said exactly nothing thru all of this. "Well, you have a clean, well-kept and suitable home, and you are gainfully employed, Mr. Smith. The child does seem emotionally attached to you. I will make a preliminary adjudication that she be assigned to you."

"You hear that, darling? You can stay with me." I tell Steph.

Stephanie nods and kisses me. I turn my head so she kisses me on the cheek.

We stand up, with Stephanie still clinging to me. I show them to the door and thank them for coming. As the pantsuit walks back to their car, touch Officer Brown on the shoulder delaying him at the door. "I am so glad you came to see Stephanie again," I tell him. "I do hope you won't have to see Stephanie for a third time," I give him a knowing look. "I found some very interesting home videos that my daughter made." I hadn't had a chance to copy the video files, but Officer Brown doesn't know that. "My attorney found them most interesting, too, but he agreed that keeping them locked away is the best for everyone. Don't you agree?"

He scowls at me and nods, not saying a word, then hurries after the pantsuit.

As soon as they are gone, I feed Stephanie the now stale sandwich I made her. She gobbles it down without even a strange look. I leave her at the table and make good on my word to Officer Brown. I zip up a few of the videos, Officer Brown, the ADA and the Captain, and e-mail them to my attorney with the subject "Open in the case of my death." I then make a full backup of all of the files onto several DVDs.

After the late lunch, Steph and I go out shopping for the essentials of life, clothes, toys and more food. I also stop by my bank and leave a set of DVDs in my safety deposit box, then FedEx a full set to my lawyer.

After dropping the food at home, Steph and I do the town as only a four-year-old can, Chuck-E-Cheeses for dinner and the latest Pixar movie at the Cineplex. Steph is falls asleep halfway thru the movie and I carry her to the car at the end. I put her to bed in her own room when we get home, then crash myself. Not half an hour later she wakes up screaming, so I carry her to my bed again. She falls asleep in the crook of my arm sucking her thumb. Thankfully, she sleeps thru the rest of the night.

5.

I am dreaming that a post-Ridgemont High pre-Rush Jennifer Jason Leigh is blowing me. Just as I am about to cum, I realize this isn't a dream. I open my eyes and see my little granddaughter Stephanie sucking my cock. The sight is too much for me and I blow my load deep down her throat. She swallows it like the little pro her mother made her. God, I have to stop this.

***

I am not really much of a Christian, but I need all the help I can get right now. The church down the street keeps sticking their newsletter in my mailbox. I glanced at the first one and round-filed the rest. I seem to remember they had a "Parents without Partners" group. That's what I need, some nice desperate single mom who can help me with Steph, and help me take my mind off her.

I wash Stephanie then set her in front of some breakfast. I grab the paper on the lawn and notice today is Sunday after all. I flip thru the paper over my coffee and pass Steph the comics. The Metro section includes the local church directory. Yup, the Unity Church was listed down the street. From what I remember of their newsletters, they didn't sound too Christian. I check my watch, only 9:30, plenty of time to get to their 11 o'clock.

"Hey, darling," I say to Steph, "How would you like to dress up this morning and go to church with me?" She likes the first half of that sentence, but makes a face at the word church.

"Momma said kurch was for idi..idi..its."

"Now, now, have you ever been to church?" She shook her head. "I thought not. Come on, it'll be fun."

She really does like getting dressed up. She tries on just about everything we bought yesterday, before finally settling on a cute pink dress, white tights and patent leather shoes.

We make it to church with only a minute to spare. There isn't time to sort out the Sunday school classes, so I just sit in the last pew with Steph next to me. Steph likes the singing and ignores the rest. Halfway thru the service she's leaning against me, asleep. I don't blame her, the minister is droning on about peace and justice and the God's way or something. As she dozes, Steph keeps putting her little hand in my lap and squeezing my cock. It feels good, but the last place I want to get caught is in church. Then again, Stephanie is probably not the first abused child within these hallowed walls. I keep picking up her little hand and putting it back in her own lap. I hide my growing erection from all if this by leafing thru the printed service. I see they do have a Parents without Partners meeting that this coming Tuesday night.

Steph manages to keep her hands to her own crotch for the rest of the service. My cock deflates as I read about the various church committees and ministries, circling the minister's phone number. Finally I pocket the service.

Steph wakes up for the final hymn pretty bleary eyed. I lean down and whisper, "That wasn't so bad was it?" She shrugs and yawns. "How about some ice cream?" She nods grinning at the suggestion. I want to make church as fun as possible for her, so I am not above a little bribery.

I pick her up and I shake the minister's hand as we file out of the church. "I quite like your little church here," I tell him. "Can I call you tomorrow about joining?"

"Absolutely, just call the church office. I'll be in all day."

***

Monday I call into my office and try to tell my secretary Moira to reschedule my appointments for later in the week. Moira grumbles, but did as I asked. Moira really runs the company. She's a solid middle-aged woman who knows the value of both full time job with benefits, especially in this economy. I could get the sort of pretty young thing that only knew how to file her nails. I've met a lot of that sort of arm candy "personal assistants" hanging on my fellow members of the chamber of commerce. The one time I took Moira out to lunch for Secretary's Day, she made it clear ours was strictly a business relationship. I knew I couldn't run my little export import business without her, so I keep her, or perhaps she keeps me.

The meeting with the minister was a boring and fairly uneventful, even though I took Steph with me. I had tried to get a baby sitter, but it was the middle of the school day and I didn't want to dump Steph at some random daycare center. The church had a little Christian school, but Steph clung to me and cried when I tried to drop her off at their pre-school. She sat in my lap and eventually dozed off as we spoke of the usual membership crap. He was a little too eager to talk about tithing, but I told him my business was just getting by in this down economy. He seemed rather disappointed that I wouldn't bankroll the new roof, but that was his problem. Stephanie asleep in my lap reminded me of why I was there, so I signed up and even agreed to be on the Building Committee.

The Minister did confirm the Parents without Partners meeting on Tuesday, so it wasn't a complete waste of time. He said the parents usually brought their kids and that both Steph and me were welcome to visit. By this time, Steph had started to wake up and squirm in my lap, giving me a bit of a hard on. I thanked the minister for his time and left before Steph could get me, or my cock, in serious trouble.

***

The meeting Tuesday was fairly small, about five or six parents and a dozen or so kids. The younger kids were playing with toys and dolls in one corner of the room, while the older ones moped in the opposite corner. Thankfully, Stephanie recognized one of the other little girls and they started playing Barbies or Bratz or something right off. I didn't recognize anyone, so I hung back, keeping an eye on Steph. One young woman recognized Steph. She was short and skinny with short dark hair and big eyes. She moved with a dancer's grace as she came over and leaned down next to Stephanie.

"Hi, Mommy," the other little girl says.

"Hey Steph, what are you doing here?" the mom asks, a looking a little confused and troubled.

Steph looks up and smiles, "Branka brought me," then points to me.

I start to walk over and the mom meets me halfway with a big hug, almost leaping into my arms, then bursts into tears.

After a moment, she collects herself, but doesn't pull back. "I'm so sorry, I'm Julie." She gives me a watery smile and seems to almost want to kiss me. "I'm so sorry for your loss," she says as a tear slides down her cheek again.

I hug her back. She's thin but her boobs squash between us. "Loss?" I ask, being my usual dense self.

"I knew Dagny," she says, adding "down at the club. You must be Andrew?"

"Edward, actually." I try to step back a bit, but Julie holds me close, her head on my chest. Being this close to a pretty woman is making me a little hard, but she either doesn't notice or doesn't care.

"I told Dag to leave that bastard, but she never listened," she mumbles into my chest.

"She never listened to anyone, least of all me," I agree.

"So you got stuck with Stephanie." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, I guess, but she's a real charmer."

"Well at least she and my little Natalie are getting along." She looked over to where the girls were now whispering back and forth, glancing over at the two of us and giggling.

"That's good, I was worried about finding her someone her own age to play with," I add.

Julie nods and smiles again, this time with a little more conviction, "I guess if you're here, you haven't found anyone your age for you to play with."

I smile back, "I don't think I want anyone my age, anyway," and wink.

"Good thing I like older men, then," she winks back, almost leering and strokes my now hard cock.

"Do tell," I almost moan.

"Oh, all in good time, I think," she defers. "I've always preferred a man with experience. Most of the men I've met here are pretty hopeless. They are looking for more of a mommy than a wife. What are you looking for?"

"I wasn't sure what I'd find, quite frankly. Maybe I'm looking for more of a babysitter than a mommy." I regretted it as soon as I said it.

"Hah," she laughs. "It's been a long time since I was a babysitter. That sounds like a fun little game. Why don't we go home and play it tonight," and gives my cock another squeeze.

"Really?" I'm not sure whether to be shocked or pleased.

"Just look around at these losers here," she says, "I'm so glad I finally met someone here I can really play with."

I'm taken a bit aback, but... "Sure, let's go." The minister's just trying to gather folks together to get started when we get up, gather the girls and leave. Covering my hard cock with my jacket in front of me, I give him an apologetic shrug as we leave. He seems rather nonplussed.

"You still live on Taylor Street?" Julie asks me in the parking lot.

"Yeah, you want to follow me there?"

"Nah, I need to get a few things at home, if that's ok?"

"Sure, sure."

6.

I look down and see Julia smile up at me, her shoulder length black hair tied in pigtails. Her plaid school skirt lies bunched around her waist above a prim shaved and glistening pussy. She spreads her knee-socked legs and whispers, "Fuck me, Daddy."

***

After meeting Julia and little Natalie at a Parents Without Partners meeting earlier, I brought my granddaughter Stephanie home, while Julia and Nattie had stopped by their house before coming over to visit.

Steph is watching cartoons on the TV and I'm making coffee in the kitchen when I heard a knock at the front door. When I open the door, Julie is dressed in a school uniform of white oxford shirt, red plaid skirt, knee sox, patent leather shoes. Her shoulder length brown hair is tied in pigtails. She's holding little Natalie by the hand, who is dressed in an identical outfit, down to the matching pink elastics in her brown hair, too. Before I have a chance to invite them in, Julie launches into a sales pitch.

"Hello Mister, My name is Julie Alexander and this is my little sister Natalie. We're collecting for our school band. We need new uniforms. Can I interest you in making a donation?" She looks down at the floor, or is it my hardening cock, and kinda squirms and wiggles like a little girl asking for a favor.

I play right along, "Well, I see, Miss Alexander. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement." I am getting really turned on by her little girl routine and would like to get them inside off my front porch so my nosy neighbors won't notice. "Why don't you come inside while I find my wallet."

I show them into the living room

Julie and I sit on the couch while Natalie sits on the floor in front of the TV with Steph. I notice I can see up Natalie's skirt and she is wearing frilly white panties. Julie follows my eye and smiles as she gets my attention by "adjusting" her skirt and flashing her matching undies.

"So, Miss Alexander, I'm Edward Smith. I am a big supporter of our local schools. What can you tell me about this fundraising plan of yours."

"Well, Mr. Smith..."

"Please call me Ed, Julie, if I may call you that."

"Sure thing, Mr...I mean, Ed. Umm, oh, let me see...." she sputters to a stop. She's looking at my growing cock and her nipples stiffen, too.

"Oh, dear, I know that asking for money is so hard, Julie. Just come right out and tell me what the expected donation is."

"Well, um, Mister, I mean, Ed. Most people are donating $5 or so, but... I'm trying to win the fund raising contest, but I haven't gotten a single donation at all this afternoon, and, and..." and she burst into tears.

I take her into my arms and comfort her. I'm always amazed at women that can cry on cue. She crawls up into my lap and just bawls. I'm afraid this isn't just playing around anymore. I hold her and whisper "It's OK, Julie, it'll be all right," I coo.

The sobbing slows and she turns her tear streaked face up to mine and kisses me, timidly at first, then harder, sliding her tongue into my mouth, probing. She grinds her crotch into my raging hard on. I break our kiss and she says, "I'm sorry."

"It's OK," I assure her.

"I've lost so many people. Not just Dag, but my Dad, too. And Nattie's father walked out and..." and she bursts into tears again.

"There, there, I'm here now." I hold her tight and let her cry. Natalie and Stephanie are watching us now instead of the cartoons and look a little worried. I smile at them and mouth 'It's OK' to them as I pat Julie and rock her. After a little while longer, I tell them, "Why don't you two girls go play in your room, Steph?" She nods and takes Natalie down the hall.

With the girls gone, Julie cries harder, holding onto tightly, now almost wailing. I hold her and rock her. I kiss her gently on the head, telling her, "It's ok...I know...Let it all out...I won't let you go..." After a long while, she finally begins to wind down.

At last, she looks up at me and smiles a little. "Tanks, I tink neebeb bat," her nose is all runny and her eyes are red. Luckily, she's not wearing much make-up. I hand her my handkerchief and she wipes her eyes and blows her nose. "God, I must look like shit."

I kiss her gently, "You look just fine."

She kisses me back, harder and grinds into me again. She grabs my hands and puts them on her tits as she unbuttons her shirt. She's not wearing a bra as I reach inside and fondle her firm natural tits. They're not the usual dancers, over inflated tits, just perfect, firm and natural. She begins to unbutton my shirt too as we fall back onto the couch, my mouth finding her lovely tits. She moans as I suckle from her teenage sized tits. I pull at her lacy underwear and she lifts up to help. I fall between her legs and lap her deliciously waxed pussy. I always appreciate a girl who knows what naked really means. She grabs my head and starts to moan "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." as I tongue her juicy pussy.

I kick off my pants and boxers. To get more room to play, we roll onto the lambskin rug in front of the couch. She lands on top of me, turns around and sucks my throbbing dick deep. I continue to suck her slick cunt, tonguing her as she moans around my cock.

She's quite a pro when it comes to sucking cock and it's not long before I'm about to cum. She senses my coming orgasm, spins around and impales herself on my hard cock. She screams "Fuck Me DADDY!" as she slams down on my throbbing cock. She pounds up and down on me hard yelling "OH, DADDY! OH, DADDY!" with each stroke. I can only take a few moments of this and I cum hard deep inside her. As she feels my hot cum spraying inside her, she screams, "YES, YES, YES" and cums too, shuddering inside and out.

I grab her as she collapses on top of me. We are both breathing hard and holding each other. She still mumbles "daddy... daddy... daddy..." As we come to our senses, she kisses me deeply, and says "Oh, that was great, Daddy," then slides down and cleans my deflating cock with her expert tongue. She twirls around and I lick her cum soaked pussy. I normally don't like creampies, but seeing it drip out of her bald almost girl like cunt makes me make an exception. I realize we should have used a condom, but it's a little late at this point. I'm getting hard again as she sucks me clean and we're about to do it with me on top. As I come to attention, Julia lies back on the rug and whispers, "Fuck me, Daddy." I am about to just that when we hear moaning coming from down the hall.

7.

I'm gasping for breath as a dripping bald pussy smothers me while the little pair of legs attached to it are clamped tight around my head. Natalie is keening as she cums hard all over my face. I'm almost turning blue when she finally collapses, gasping for breath as I lift her off of me, gasping too.

***

Julia and I are on the lambskin rug in the living room when we hear moaning coming from down the hall. It sounds to me like my granddaughter Stephanie is having fun playing with herself. Then I hear another little voice join the chorus of pleasure. Is Natalie, Julia's daughter, having fun too? I look down at Julia who grins back at me. We get up and tiptoe down the hall.

There is nobody in Steph's room, but when we peek in my bedroom, we are greeted with a sight that almost makes me cum: two little naked girls locked in a tight 69 moaning as they licked each other's bald cunts. They are oblivious to us standing in the doorway, intent on their little game. Little Natalie is on the bottom and cums first, squealing as she clamps my granddaughter's head tight between her legs. Steph, not to be left behind, snakes one hand down between her legs and slides two fingers up her own little dripping bald pussy and cums hard, too. As they ride wave after wave of pleasure back to earth, first Natty then Steph notice us grinning at them from the doorway. Natty smiles back at us, but little Steph looks like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, although it's her own snatch her hand is in.

"It's OK," I tell Steph, "looks like you both had fun." Steph grins and nods her head.

"Can we join in?" asks Julie and leads me to bed by the cock. The girls move over and Julie lies down next to them. "Where were we?" she asks me and spreads her legs as I climb between them.

My cock is rock hard after watching that little show. I'm a little hesitant to do this in front of the little girls but Julie pulls me to her. She guides my throbbing cock into her hot dripping pussy and wraps her legs around me.

I slide deep into her with one firm thrust. She groans, "Oh yes, Daddy, fuck me hard." I do as asked.

As I pound the mother, her little daughter gets up and leaves. Steph stays and watches, a little wide eyed. She had seen me fuck her mother but had never been this close. She put her little hand on Julie's tit, making her moan. Steph's other little hand is between her legs playing with herself. Julie grabs little Steph and pulls her head to suck one tit as Steph pinches the other. Julie reaches down and slides first one then two fingers deep into Steph's little pussy. Stephanie cums quickly, pushing Julie over the edge, too. This little tableau is too much for me and I slam deep into Julie spasming cunt and cum again. I'm gasping for breath as I fall on the bed.

As I come too, I see Natty wander back in carrying her mother's purse. She sits on the bed next to Steph and pulls out an enormous pink dildo. "See, I told you," she says to Steph, grinning. Natty lays back and slides the huge tool up her still dripping cunt, stretching her tiny pussy obscenely. She grunts as she slides it in and out of her hot little cunt until she is breathing hard and cums, too, yelling "Oh, DADDY!"

I can't believe it, but I am getting hard again. It has been years since I've performed like this, but this obscene incestuous show is driving me insane. I lie back as Julie starts to suck my almost painfully throbbing cock again.

Natty "spits" out the huge pink plastic cock and sighs. Steph picks it up and tries to slide it in her own little cunt, but winces in pain and stops. She looks disappointed and tries instead to slide first one, then two and finally three of her little fingers up her own cunt.

Julie pauses her cock sucking and picks up her little daughter and drops her on my face. I grab little Natty with one hand on each ass cheek and spread her tiny wet pussy with my thumbs. I reach out and lick her delicious little twat with my eager tongue. Natty begins to moan as I find her tiny clit and lick, She grinds her crotch into my face as I lick and suck her little clit until she is screaming "Daddy, Oh DADDY" like her fucked up mother, and cumming all over my face.

As I come up for air, Natty's mother Julie is eagerly sucking my cock again and I am getting close. Julie grins at me around my cock then comes up for air, too. She picks up her little daughter and positions her over my rock hard dick. Mom looks as me and I just nod, not daring to speak. Mom grabs my cock and slides her little daughter's wet velvet vise of a cunt down on me. The little girl doesn't scream or bleed, just moans and shudders.

I groan as Mommy lifts her little Natalie up and down my cock, fucking me with her own daughter. I can't stand it and start fucking up into that tight little cunt as hard as I can. Finally, I grab the little fuck bitch by the hips and throw her onto the bed and fuck her hard and fast. Her mommy is watching with one hand slamming up her cunt and the other pinching her own nipples as she moans "daddy...Daddy...DADDY..." louder and louder.

On the other side of the bed, I see my own granddaughter Stephanie watching wide eyed, while fucking herself with the huge dildo with both hands. It is all too much for me. I slam, once, twice, three times as deep into Natalie's tight little cunt as I can. My cock explodes. Little Natty shudders one more time as she cums around my exploding cock. Fountains of our cum squirt out of that tiny pussy around my cock and all over my balls. Her mother Julie screams out "DADDYYYY!" and cums with her hand shoved deep up her own gushing cunt. My little granddaughter Stephanie screeches "GRAMPA!" on the other side of me as she slams Julie's huge dildo up her tiny abused cunt and cums hard around it, too.

I fall on top of my tiny fuck mate gasping for breath. Everyone is groaning and trying to breathe as we collapse in a tangle of sweaty limbs and cum soaked sheets. I roll off Natty and into her mother Julie's arms. Julie kisses my ear and whispers "Thank you, Daddy."

God, how did I.... No, God has nothing to do with this.