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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Growth Spurt (M/f+, ff, ped, inc) by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com) *** A father becomes the object of a young girl's sexual ploy. Or is he? *** If puberty was a weapon it would be an old fashioned blunderbuss. Aim, pull the trigger, and hope to God you hit something. It seemed as though it had missed my daughter. Kids, especially girls, just seem to mature faster in this modern age. Maybe it's the clothing, or the make-up, or the wired undergarments, but I don't remember twelve-year-old girls having 'boobs' when I was growing up. Well none except for Louise Gentry that is, but that's another story. My daughter is a lovely girl. Takes after her mother. Terry, my daughter, was always a little taller than all her friends. Not by much, but you could always pick her out in a crowd of twelve year old girls. Dark auburn hair, pale blue eyes, small ears, a pert nose, full lips, dimples, and a slight cleft in her chin. Pour all those ingredients into a shaker and when they come out you've got yourself a little head turner. Oh, I'd seen men look at her and the hairs had gone up on the back of my neck, but once they got past the face they turned away. Terry was thin. My wife used to call it 'model thin', but I think that was just for Terry's sake. She had long thin arms and legs, a flat chest, no waist, and no ass either. It's a wonder her pants didn't just fall to the ground. They call it coltish. I would have called it anorexic, but I'd seen her eat over the last twelve years. All of these descriptions went out the window by the time she turned thirteen. In one year she had gone from waif to woman. She was in shock. Thank God for grunge wear because she would of stuck out like a sore thumb. She wore loose garments; oversized pants, oversized tee shirts, and oversized plaid shirts. My wife, Judy, tried to get her to dress differently; told her to be proud of her new body, but Terry wouldn't listen and I was glad because I worried enough about her. In one year she had gone from a thirty-three A cup to a thirty-five C cup; a twenty-eight inch waist to a twenty- four inch waist; and a thirty inch hip to a thirty-four inch hip. Yeah! That's what I said too. Holy cow! She had been used to running around the house in panties and tee shirt and she still did. I told Judy maybe it was time she stopped and Judy said, "Oh, for gosh sakes, Hank. Your her dad!" Hey, I felt like saying, yeah but I'm also a man and the only place I've seen bodies like that are in men's magazines. It didn't help that she still wore the same undergarments. The panties were stretched tight across her luscious buns and her tee shirts now exposed four inches of firm stomach and stuck out a good five inches from her body. God grant me strength. My daughter had invaded my masturbatory fantasies and every time I whacked off I felt guilty. About three months ago she had her first menstruation. I thought the world had come to an end. I came home to tears, and anger, and tears, and depression, and... and... and. One minute she wanted me to hold her like a little girl and the next she couldn't stand to be near me. Well, thankfully Judy guided her through it and now it's becoming run of the mill. The mood swings are still there, but since both she and my wife appear to be on the same cycle I just spend more time at the gym when the time comes. Four nights of sweat and it's all over. I was a little surprised then when Terry came to me the other night with what she said was a female problem. It was girl's night out and Judy wouldn't be back till well after Terry's bedtime. I asked if it couldn't wait for another day, but Terry said she didn't want to talk to her mom, that she wanted to deal with me. That's how she put it, "deal..." That struck me as strange, but I put it aside for the moment and asked her what the problem was. She hemmed and hawed for a minute and I finally said, "I think you should wait for your mom." "No!" Terry exclaimed, then in a quieter voice she said, "I mean, I want to have you help me, Dad. Mom... mom hates me." I sat there in shock for a moment and finally asked, "Why in God's name do you think that your mother hates you?" "Well," she stammered. "You know when I had my first period and mom showed me what I was supposed to do with the...the you know what's?" "You mean the tampons?" I asked with a smile. "Yeahhh...well, I was having trouble getting it in and I was so frustrated that I started to cry. Do you remember?" "Yes, honey, your mom told me all about it" Terry looked at me strangely for a second and asked, "She told you about everything?" "Well," I said, frowning, "she told me how you went through a half dozen tampons and they kept coming out or falling into the toilet and how she finally had to put one in herself." "Oh, ok," Terry replied, and a cloud passed from her eyes. "Well anyway when she was putting it in me and we were both looking down there, mom sort of gasped and she said, 'my God!' It sort of freaked me out and I asked her what was wrong. She was all sorta red in the face and I thought for a minute that she was angry, but then it passed and she said nothing was wrong and that was the end of it." All kinds of thoughts went through my mind, but none could explain why my wife would have reacted that way so I once again asked Terry why she thought her mother hated her. "Well, ever since that day, mom has been sort of cold towards me." I noticed a tear forming in Terry's eye and I moved over to the sofa and put an arm around her shoulders. "I haven't noticed any difference, sweetie." I said in consolation. "Well, we haven't gone out anywhere together since then and you know how mom and I used to go shopping together all the time?" How well I knew it. I had monthly proof when the bills came in. "Maybe she just doesn't feel like going shopping. It happens you know, even to your mom." Terry giggled through her tears, but then added, "It's not only that. It's like she doesn't want to be in the same room with me. And...and," she sniffled, "when I ask her questions about boys and stuff she just tells me to ask my friends." Now that was really strange. Judy had always been a very nurturing parent, maybe overly so. She was very protective of Terry and always felt the best way to deal with her was to always tell the truth and to be completely honest. "I'll talk to her, Terry." I said giving her shoulders a squeeze. "Now. Why don't you tell me what your problem is?" Terry looked at me and a blush crept up her throat. "I...I...think there's something wrong with me..." She hesitated for a second and then indicated her nether regions with her chin, "down there." A feeling of concern came over me as I looked at my daughter. I thought quickly for a second and realized it couldn't be her period because my arms still ached from my last sojourn to the gym, a week ago. "Are you in pain? Is there blood down there?" the questions started to flow out of me. "No, no," was Terry's answer to all my questions. Then she stood up abruptly and said, "Maybe, I should just show you." For a moment I thought my daughter was going to drop her pants and my breath caught in my throat, but she turned and walked out of the room. She came back a minute later and was holding a pair of panties in her hand. She held them out to me and said, "I've got this stuff coming out of me!" I took the panties from her and fumbled for a second until I found the inside crotch area. There was a yellow stain there and it wasn't urine. I held the panties close to my nose for a second and took a whiff. Terry's eyes opened wide and she muttered, "gross!" At first I thought perhaps it was a yeast infection. Her mother was prone to those, but the one whiff told me differently. I was looking at my daughter's cum. I must have smiled a little, because Terry frowned and asked, "What? What's funny?" I could tell there was relief in her voice. She figured that if I was smiling that she wasn't going to die from whatever that was in her panties. I gave the panties back to her and asked, "Are your panties like that when get up in the morning?" She shook her head up and down. "Tell me, sweetie?" I asked and coughed to hide my discomfort. "Do you dream about... about, you know, sexy things?" Terry slapped a hand across her mouth and I heard her mumble, "Oh my God!" She pulled her hand away and said, "Daaaaaad! How can you ask me that?" "Are you sure you don't want to talk to your mom about this?" I asked again. "No! No, it's okay. I'll tell you." She looked everywhere but directly at me. She pulled her arms behind her back and clasped her hands. She toed the carpet with her right foot like she did when she was asking for something she thought I would deny her. I'm glad she was looking at her feet because by pulling her arms behind her she had inadvertently thrust her tits at me and they were well displayed as the old, too small tee shirt did its best to contain them. I realized that she had large aureole and that her nipples were almost as big around as nickels. I tore my eyes away before she could look up and find me ogling her. She was uncomfortable enough as it was. Finally after about a minute of hemming and hawing she simply whispered, "Yes." It took me a moment to realize that this was the answer to my question about her dreams. I chuckled and then explained to her about arousal and how the body secreted fluids to aid with lubrication in anticipation of sexual penetration and how boys and girls would often have nocturnal emissions. I thought I did a good job. She knew most of the sexual stuff. We had given her one of those young teens books that explained the birds and the bees, but they never explain the side effects. The entire time I was talking to her she looked at me and worried her bottom lip. A very pensive look remained on her face when I finished. "Is there something else?" I asked, concerned about the look. I thought perhaps I hadn't done as good of a job as I thought. "Well," she said, going back to her 'aw shucks' attitude. "Do you think that's all there is to it." "I think so, honey. Why?" "Well," she came and sat down on the sofa again and trapped her clenched hands between her knees a she bent forward slightly looking at the floor, "I have really strange feelings down there. Like it really itches bad, and I feel like rubbing it to make it go away. I'm just worried that it might be something else." The picture of my daughter 'rubbing it' passed through my mind and went directly to my dick. I sprouted a hard-on like I was the thirteen year old. I pushed the image from my mind and thought about her comments. I wondered if maybe I was wrong with my 'diagnosis'. "I think we should have your mom take a look, just in case." Once again, Terry got that wild look on her face and she said, "No, dad. I don't want mom looking down there any more. I think that's what made her mad to start off with." "What," I exclaimed. "Why would looking down there make your mother angry." "Well, maybe not angry, but acting weird, like she's jealous or something." To myself I said, "I gotta see this," and I tried to think of a plausible excuse for looking at my daughter's cunt. I wondered what deformity she might have that had caused my wife to act strangely and why she hadn't said anything to me. But, I needn't have worried, because Terry's next statement took care of everything. "Do... do... you think you could... look, dad," she asked and looked away from me, blushing intensely. "Are you sure, honey?" I asked. "Yesssss," came her protracted and very unsure reply. A series of conflicting thoughts rushed through my mind. 'I shouldn't be doing this' one part of me said. 'You need to make sure she's all right' another said. 'God, I want to see what my daughter's pussy looks like' the lusty part of my brain intoned. 'You fucking pervert' screamed the conscience part. Finally, rationalization took over. "Well, I suppose we should make sure that everything is fine." I said. A little voice behind my eyes said 'You rotten bastard', but I ignored it. Terry got up off the sofa and came to stand in front of me. I looked at her face and tried to smile reassuringly. She sucked in her bottom lip and started to chew on it again. Then, she looked down at her hands as they untied the knot holding up her sweat pants. I watched intently. My heart was pounding inside my chest and my cock twitched emphatically. She finally worried the knot loose and pushed the pants past her rounded ass. She then slid the thumbs of both hands into the waistband of her panties and slowly, hesitatingly worked them down. I watched as my daughter's lower body unveiled itself. She had a golden tan and I could see the fine, sun bleached hairs on her stomach. Her thumbs worked the front down an inch then slid to the back to work that down an inch, then back to the front. Christ, it was like a striptease. She finally got the waistband of her panties down to the wide part of her hips and ass. I kept watching for pubic hair to show then wondered if she had any. She slid the back of her panties past her ass cheeks and then reached around front and slid that down also. The panties didn't slide all the way down her legs, but hung there inside out. They seemed to be caught in the folds of her cunt. I noticed a few sparse pubic hairs and awaited the final unveiling. She spread her legs a little more and bent over to slide her panties down. She then stood back up and presented herself to me. I was looking at her face to make sure she was okay with this and when our eyes met she blushed furiously and looked to the side. I brought my eyes down and sought out her cunt. I looked and took in a gasp of air. "My God," I muttered. "What?" Terry asked. "That's the same thing mom did! What's wrong with me?" I reached out and grasped her wrist and slid my hand down to hold hers. "There's nothing wrong with you, honey," I said, trying to console her. "It's just that...that you're very developed for a young girl."' And she was. Her outer labia pouted out almost an inch from her crotch and her clitoral hood was at least an inch long and as fat as my middle finger. I fought the urge to reach out and stroke it. I had slept around a lot before marrying Judy. Four years at UCLA and four years of military had combined into one long orgy. In all that time, I had seen very few cunts that were this developed and the ones I had seen belonged to some incredibly sexually active women. There was no doubt about it, my daughter was built to ride. No wonder her mother reacted the way she did. And, Terry was right, it probably was jealousy. Judy was no slouch in bed, but I had to hunt real hard to find and stimulate her clit. I always got her off, but it usually took some manual and oral stimulation to do it. I had a feeling that Terry would probably go off like a hair trigger, if you forgive the pun. I guess I had been staring, because Terry cleared her throat and asked, "What do you mean, daddy?" I looked up at her and it was now my turn to blush. "Well...uh, well...honey," I couldn't figure out how to approach this without making her really ill at ease. "You see, honey," most women's vaginas don't, uh ...protrude as much as yours does. Not, unless they're very aroused usually, and ....and, well... your clitoris seems to be very large." Terry looked down at herself and reached down to spread her cunt lips. "My what?" she asked puzzled. I watched her peel her cunt lips apart and saw the moist pink interior of her labia. I almost creamed into my pants at the sight of it. I swallowed with difficulty and explained. "Do you see that bump at the top of your uh....thing?" Terry put a finger on it and moved it around a little. "You mean this thing," she croaked out. I looked up at her face and saw her cheeks had become flush, only I don't think it was caused by embarrassment this time. I looked back down at her pussy and saw that she hadn't taken her finger away and was actually pressing harder on her clit. "What...what does my...my?" she searched for the word. "Clitoris," I supplied. "Unhunh," she nodded, "what does it do?" I watched mesmerized as she poked and prodded at the little man and watched in amazement as it started to peek out from under its meaty hood. "Well, its the uh...nerve center so to speak. The uh...pleasure center of your vagina." "Oh!" she replied in wonderment as she rubbed her index finger along it. My cock was screaming for attention. It was as hard as it had ever been and was bunched up in my underwear. Surreptitiously, I reached into my lap and pulled the material loose. My cock immediately shot down my leg and pushed obscenely at the material there. I place my hand over it and tried to make it look natural. I continued to watch my daughter as she fondled her clit and noticed a drop of fluid oozed out of her inner lips. I passed a tongue over my lips to moisten them. Still watching her finger moving over her clit, Terry asked, "Are you sure it's okay, dad? Maybe it's big like this because it's inflamed or something. Like that cut on my knee was remember?" 'Inflamed all right' I said to myself. To her I said, "I don't think so, honey. I think that that's just the way it is." My daughter looked at me. I notice her eyes were getting glassy, and her lips appeared to be puffier than usual. She took her hand away from her snatch and reached out for mine. She pulled it away from my bulging pants leg. I don't think she actually noticed my swollen condition. She pulled my hand to her crotch and said, "Could you feel it to make sure?" 'Oh, God' my mind screamed, 'don't do this! You're going to be sorry!' I placed my hand flat on her pubic bone and stretched my thumb down between her cunt lips. I picked up some moisture as I stroked upwards and rubbed the ball of my thumb along her engorged clit. It was almost the same size as the top joint of my thumb and it was hard. I pressed down on it and slowly rubbed in a small circle. "OOOOh!" Terry moaned and reached down for my hand. She grasped my wrist, but instead of pulling me away she just held on. I ran my thumb down between her cunt lips once again and probed between them. My thumb popped into her cunt and I felt the tightness and the warmth of it. Terry's legs quivered and I looked up at her face. Her eyes were scrunched closed and she was still chewing on her lower lip. I pulled my thumb out and back up to her clit. Her clit was sticking out form her body like a tiny one-inch penis and I played my thumb around it and over it. Terry groaned loudly. Her legs shook and she fell to her knees. Her breathing came out in gasps. She had pulled my hand down with her and now her legs clasped me tightly as she squeezed with all her might. Finally, she moaned softly and released my hand. I suddenly realized that my cock was no longer crying out for attention and I looked down to see a widening circle of moisture where the cum was soaking into my pants. "Dad," I heard Terry whisper and I looked into my daughters half closed eyes. "I guess that means everything is fine, huhn?" "Yeah, sweetie," I croaked out, "I would say that it is." I got up off the sofa and started for my room and a long cold shower. Behind me I heard Terry ask, "Do you think I'll need regular check ups?" I turned to look at her and she looked at my wet crotch and my once again tumescent cock and answered her own question, "Yeah, I think I will!" I sat in my lounge chair. Freshly showered. Clean pair of pants on. Scotch and soda in one hand and remote control in the other. There was a game on. Basketball, I think. My mind wasn't too focused. I kept thinking about what had happened earlier. My daughter's worries over a possible 'illness' had turned into my masturbating her to orgasm. She was only thirteen. Okay, okay, she was built like she was eighteen, but she was only a child. My mind was in turmoil. Something else was nagging at my mind, but I wasn't paying it any attention until a hand grasped my shoulder and shook it. I almost leapt out of my chair. My drink spilled all over my pants and I said, "great! Another pair." My wife had come back from her girls-night-out and had found me lost in thought. She laughed at my reaction. "I don't know what you were thinking about, but it must have been deep." She bent down and gave me a peck on the lips then turned and walked away. I watched her ass move away. She was a fine looking woman. She was thirty-six, but still had a twenty-year-old's body. It was a compact body. She had a slender carriage with muscles taut from continuous exercise. She had long auburn hair, no chest to speak of, but a tear drop ass to die for. "Gosh I'm tired," she said as she walked away from me, "I think I'm just going to plop into bed." I got up and went into the kitchen to throw away the rest of my drink. I used some paper towels to soak up most of the spilled drink and I also went into the bedroom. There was a trail of clothing starting at the door to the master bedroom which led to the attached bathroom. I followed the trail of shoes, pantyhose, blouse, skirt, and bra into the bathroom. We had double sinks, and Judy was bent over one brushing her teeth. She held her long hair back with one hand as she leant forward. She was brushing vigorously and foam was pouring out of her mouth and dribbling off of her chin. I thrust a hip against the other sink and watched her for a moment. Her small breast jiggled with the motion of her arm and I could feel my cock stir. She felt me watching her and looked over at me and crossed her eyes. It was her way of saying, "what are you staring at." "I had a long talk with Terry tonight," I said in a manner that required a question. Judy stopped brushing for a second and mumble something with her mouth full. I assumed she had said, "about what?" "She thinks you hate her," I continued, and let the statement hang between us. Judy's face snapped around and she looked at me with deeply furrowed brow. She began to say something and forgot she had a mouthful of toothpaste. She gagged for a moment and then spit it out. She rinsed out her mouth and then used her hand to drink from the tap, trying to get rid of the toothpaste in her throat. She finished and muttered, "Fuck, that tastes like crap!" She dried her mouth with a hand towel. The entire time staring at me. Finally she said, "What do you mean she thinks I hate her?" "She says you've been avoiding her. You never do things together anymore, and you won't talk to her when she comes to you with questions. Actually she said you were acting like you were jealous or something. I guess petty would be the proper word." Judy stood there staring at me. Her arms crossed below her breasts. I could see her mind working, but she didn't say anything. "She says it all started the day you helped her learn about using tampons." I noticed Judy flinch when I said that and realized I had struck a chord. I pressed on. "What's going on, honey?" Judy looked at me and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before words finally came out. "I'm not mad at her, Hank! I just... just, don't know how to deal with her." "Deal with what?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Judy searched my eyes and then she came up to me and put her arms around me. "Oh, Hank! You wouldn't believe it if I told you," she half moaned into my shoulder. I placed my arms on her shoulders and pushed her out to arms length. I looked her in the eye and trying to sound worried asked, "Wouldn't believe what? Is there something wrong with her?" Judy bit her lower lip and then said, "Yes, well no, but she's different, Hank!" She once again leant into me, as though she didn't want to look me in the eye. "What do you mean different? I remember when she was little. I used to bathe her and dress her. I don't remember anything different!" 'Oh, you sly devil you,' I said to myself. You should have been an actor. "Well she's not little anymore, Hank!" Judy stressed emphatically. "And, her boobs aren't the only thing that's sprouted out, let me tell you." "Perhaps you should," I replied. "It's... it's her, uh, her pussy, Hank. It's, it's different!" "What do you mean 'different'?" I pressed her. "Well, you know when I saw it I realized that I hadn't seen her naked in a couple of years and I was totally unprepared for what I saw." She took a breath and shuddered against me. "Her pussy, Hank. It's like, it's like. Well I don't know what it's like. Her pussy lips are really big and they hang down like an inch and her clit. My God, Hank! Her clit is like huge. I couldn't believe my eyes." "Is that what this is all about?" I asked. "You can't face your daughter because she has a large clitoris?" "No, Hank!" she whined. "That's not it. I was just shocked. I mean, where did she get this pussy from anyway? Not from me! You know how I'm built. You should see it!" she chuckled for a moment and added, "Well maybe not see it. But, oh I don't know. It just really affected me and I reacted poorly." "Well, perhaps you should get over it. It's really affecting her. She had a problem and insisted on talking to me about it because she doesn't think you care anymore or something." Judy pulled back and looked up into my face, a look of concern played across her eyes. "What kind of problem, Hank. Is she all right?" It was my turn to chuckle. "Well it took a lot of hemming and hawing on her part, but she finally produced a pair of her panties and showed me a discharge and voiced her concern over a possible infection or something." "Discharge, Hank? I, I don't understand?" Judy said shaking her head slightly. "She's been finding a discharge in her panties when she gets up in the morning..." I let the statement hang in the air; my eyebrows raised. "In the morni....Oh! Oh!" Judy exclaimed, wide eyes. "Oh, my God! You mean she's dreaming about sex and she's having uh...uh..." "Yes!" Was all I said. Judy once again clutched me in her arms and spoke into my chest. "God, she's growing so fast, Hank. I'll try to talk to her tomorrow. I don't know if I can make her understand why I reacted the way I did, but I can talk to her about her ...her discharges." "I already have, Judy. You don't have to worry about that part of it. You should just let her know that you don't hate her." "I will, Hank," she said, hugging me to her, "and thanks for being there for her." She started to loosen her grip and then stopped suddenly. She looked me in the eye once again and said, "Oh, my Lord. What's this?" She had reached down and grasped my erection. "You got turned on thinking about your daughter!" she teased, squeezing my cock. "You got all hot and bothered thinking about your daughter's pussy, and her big clit!" "Don't be silly!" I croaked out. "Any blue blooded male would get aroused talking about pussies and clits, and stuff." "Oh, yeah?" Judy asked. A wicked gleam sparkled in her eye as she slowly pushed me out of the bathroom and towards the bed. Never letting go of my erection. We reached the edge of the bed and she shoved me back onto it. I fell and bounced around for a moment. Judy was busy at the waist of my trousers and before I knew it she had unbuttoned and unzipped me. She grasped the cuffs of my pants and pulled them off of me. She stared at the bulge in my trousers and licked her lips. "Yummm!" She purred and pulled my underwear off. My cock sprung into view and she grasped it with one hand and started to stroke. She looked me in the eye as she slowly lowered herself to her knees and placed her mouth over my swollen cock. I watched as her tongue came out and slowly circled the head of my penis. I moaned as the pleasurable feeling work its way up my cock and into my brain. She drew her tongue up one side of my cock and down the other. I watched as she slowly took the head into her mouth and felt her tongue circle around the glans. Judy is a great cock sucker and she was doing her best at the moment. I knew where this night was going. We often had sex in this manner. First, Judy would give me one out-of-sight blow job and then I would return the favor by licking and lapping her to orgasm. Judy straightened for a moment and twisted her long hair into a tight braid then she tied it into some kind of knot. The whole time she stared me in the eye and had a lascivious grin on her face. Lowering her head once again, she engulfed my cock and started driving me wild. Judy had been working on my cock for a few minutes when a sudden motion caught my attention. It was the bedroom door opening. I looked over and saw Terry standing there. She was watching her mother suck me off. She was frozen to the spot. My first reaction was to grab Judy's head and stop her, but something stopped my hands from moving. I think it was the look in Terry's eyes. She was mesmerized. Her chest was heaving as she watched. Then I saw her hand reach into her panties and I knew she was rubbing on her clit. I looked from her hand to her face and saw that she was looking right at me. She did a strange thing then. Her tongue came out and slowly moistened her lips. I don't know if it was just because her lips were dry, but it almost looked like she was saying, "I want to be the one sucking your cock." That thought was too much for me and I groaned loudly as the cum shot out of my cock into Judy's hungrily sucking mouth. She swallowed valiantly, but some leaked out and coated the shaft of my spurting cock. Judy kept on sucking until my cock stopped spurting and began to deflate in her mouth. Meanwhile, Terry's hand was gyrating wildly inside of her panties. Judy pulled her mouth off of my cock and slowly licked the cum off of the shaft. This sight drove Terry over the edge and I heard a quiet moan as she leaned back against the door frame. Her body shaking, her knees trembling, and her eyelids fluttering. Judy finished tending to my cock and got up off of her knees. She grasped her panties and slid them down to the floor. I watched as Terry slowly disappeared behind the bedroom door just as Judy turned that way and pitched her panties towards the clothes hamper. I'm amazed she didn't catch her daughter's disappearing act. Judy scrambled onto the bed and straddled my chest. I looked at her swollen and glistening cunt poised inches from my face. She used both hands to pull her labia open and I saw the swollen inner lips throb and pulse. Judy has great muscle control in her cunt and can squeeze my cock like a fist. Her cunt also throbs with her heart beat just like my cock. And it was throbbing mightily at the moment. Judy knelt there for moment. Her cunt poised a few inches from my waiting mouth and she said, "You ready to give me a ride, face cowboy?" I chuckled at the pun and reached for her ass. Pulling her down onto my face I said, "bring it on, cowgirl!" She moaned loudly as my tongue made first contact with her cunt. I probed between her cunt lips and lapped up he cunt juice. I licked up to her clit and poked, prodded, and lapped at the little man-in-the-boat. I looked up past her fine pubic hair and saw her twisting and pulling on her nipples. Her head was thrown back and a quiet moan kept escaping her throat. It was almost a mewing sound. She didn't last very long before her body spasmed and she groaned loudly. Juices literally poured out of her cunt and I swallowed while continuing my rapid licking of her clit. She hadn't cum this quickly since a while back when we had make up sex following a three week long snit. As Judy rolled off of me I once again saw Terry's face framed in the doorway. Seeing me look at her, she quickly pulled back. Judy lie on her back and rubbed her breasts. "I haven't cum that quickly in ages," she whispered in awe. I don't know if it was my wife's over stimulation or the thought of my daughter watching us that caused it, but my cock was throbbing once again. I rolled over onto my wife and parted her legs. She looked at my face, slack jawed and wonderingly. I lowered myself and slowly slid my cock into her moistened cunt. She groaned and thrust up at me. I went slowly at first and stroked softly. I watched her face until I saw she was once again aroused and then I started pounding into her. She would grunt every time I hit bottom. She clutched my sides with her finger nails and wrapped her legs around my waist. We went at it for ten or fifteen minutes and then I felt my balls pulling up into my groin and that pleasant feeling began to surround the head of my cock. I was long stroking her, pulling my cock almost all the way out and then driving it all the way to her cervix. I knew I wouldn't last too much longer and then I was surprised when Judy's eyes snapped wide open and she moaned, "Ohhhhh fuck! I'm cumming!" This pushed me over the edge and the cum surged out of my cock and splashed into her cunt. We both grunted like animals as I drove into her a few more times and then I collapsed onto her, exhausted. I lie there for a minute or so until Judy pushed at my chest and whined, "Haaaank!" Meaning, 'get-off-me-you- weigh-a-ton'. I rolled over and put my arms behind my head. Judy rolled into me and placed her head onto my chest. She reached down and twirled a finger in my pubic hair. We lie silently for a minute or so and then Judy put our thoughts into words. "Christ, Hank! That was like it was when we were kids in college. What the hell was that anyway?" She turned her head so that she could look at me and said, "do you think this was because of Terry?" She shook her head and said, "I mean, were you thinking about her? No, I mean, were you thinking about that fat cunt of hers?" "I don't remember what the hell I was thinking about, Hon. I think the conversation we had certainly fueled my arousal, but no, I wasn't thinking about Terry, or her... her thing," I couldn't bring myself to say the word cunt, in association with my daughter, in front of my wife. I glanced at the door quickly and saw that no one was there. I knew I was lying. I hadn't thought about my daughter while fucking. I was simply lost in my arousal, but I knew that thoughts of her and her cunt had fueled my arousal. "I wonder what it would be like to have a cunt like that?" Judy mused. "I don't think it would make a difference, Jude. Just like men, size doesn't matter to the man only to the woman." Judy chuckled and replied, "Perhaps, but how would you know, Hank. You've got a fair sized cock. You don't know how someone with a small dick feels." "Well, I had a small dick when I was young and I don't think I have better orgasms now than when I was thirteen!" Judy looked up at me, her eyebrows raised as though wanting to believe what I was saying, "Yeah? I guess you're right, Sugar. I've probably got clitoris envy. I guess it probably wouldn't make a difference to me and hopefully it wouldn't make a difference to you?" I knew she sought reassurance and I tousled her hair and said, "Babe, I wouldn't change a thing about you. Well, I might," I paused slightly here and she looked at my face questioningly, "try to curb your shopping urge a little." "Oh, you prick!" she said and pulled out one of my chest hairs. "Owww!" I yelled. "Jesus, that hurts." Judy rolled over and turned off the lights. "Serves you right!" She leaned into me once again and pecked me on the lips then rolled over again and said, "Night, Hon." I patted her on the butt and said, "Good night." I thought for a second and then swung my legs off the bed. Judy mumbled a, "where ya goin'" And it told her I wasn't tired and was going to go read in the living room. She snuggled into her pillow and by the time I had pulled on a pair of sweats she was snoring lightly. I quietly moved to the door and closed it behind me. I hesitated for a moment and decided on getting something to drink. I made my way to the kitchen and went through the door. Terry was there. She was leaning against the counter and drinking a glass of milk. I paused in the door way and we stared at each other. She had a milk mustache and her tongue came out and played across her upper lip. I couldn't believe it, but my cock once again stirred in my pants. I had cum three times this night and still she could arouse me. "Did you see enough?" I asked and cocked an eyebrow. She looked over at my newly bulging crotch and slowly lowered a hand to her crotch before saying, "No!" I followed her hand down to her crotch and noticed that the front of her panties were discolored. I realized that her crotch was soaked through by her cunt juices. I shook my head and said to myself, 'My God! What's happening here. This morning she was my little innocent thirteen year old daughter and now she's acting like a sluttish little lolita.' I guessed that our conversation and my earlier actions had brought this side of her to the forefront. I watched as she slowly placed the half full glass of milk into the sink. She turned back to me and slowly crossed the intervening twelve feet. She stood in front of me and I suddenly realized that she was as tall as her mother. She pressed her large breasts into my lower chest and rubbed them back and forth. I was like a man bewitched. My mind kept screaming at me to stop this, but my body wouldn't respond. I felt her hand rub my cock through my pants and something rumbled inside her throat. She stood back a little and pulled my sweat pants down. My cock sprung free and swayed between us. She slowly lowered herself to her knees and took hold of my cock. She peered at it, moving it from side to side and moving her hand up and down. A bead of precum oozed out of the tip and she stopped moving for a second and studied it. I saw the tip of her tongue come out of her mouth and she bent forward and licked the drop into her mouth. A shiver of pleasure went up my spine and my legs shook. She looked up into my eyes and had a strange look on her face. It was as though she sensed the power she had over me. An inkling of the power she would have over all men. Not taking her eyes off my face she leant forward and wrapped her lips around my cock. She worked diligently at bringing me off. She tried to imitate what she had seen her mother doing, but she had a lot to learn. Nevertheless, it was extremely erotic, watching my thirteen year old overly developed daughter ministering to my cock. I felt the surge in my groin and I reached down and tangled my hands in her long hair. I drove my cock in as far as she would take it and splashed her throat with my cum. It was a small load and she had no trouble swallowing all of it. She sucked and licked my cock for a few more seconds and then I let go of her. She slid her mouth off my cock and stood up. I watched as she played her tongue around her swollen lips and as a leer broke out on her face. She walked around me, her hand trailing from my groin, across my hip, and onto my ass as she headed for the door. I looked over my shoulder as she held the door open for a second. She winked at me and said, "Good night, daddy!" I croaked a, "G'night," and watched her go through the door. It silently swung to behind her and I was left alone in the kitchen. I must have stood there for five minutes. My pants bunched around my ankles. A string of clear fluid stretching from my flaccid penis down to my knees. I was a lost man and I knew it. * * * I was confused. And, I was tired. Tired and confused. I had had a restless night. Strange dreams had forced me to toss and turn. I dreamt of a baby being born. The doctor holding her up and saying, "Now that's what I call a baby!" The baby had large breasts and everyone in the delivery room started playing and sucking on them. The entire time my wife laughed and the baby cooed. My wife had shaken me awake during the night and asked if I was ok. She said I must have been having a nightmare and that I kept repeating the word 'No'. I had gotten up and had a drink of water then had gone back to bed to try and sleep. Another dream had surfaced. This time I was being chased by a giant, bodiless cunt. It flew around by flapping pendulous labia and the clit had a face on it that laughed and evil laugh. I woke up in a sweat. I didn't need a shrink to tell me what these dreams meant. It was manifest guilt. Guilt at having allowed myself to fool around with my thirteen year old daughter. I sat at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee. I had called the shop and told them I would be in late - owner's privilege. I hadn't showered and my wife said I looked haggard. She had felt my brow and pronounced me without temperature. I told her I was fine. That I was just restless over a large account and that I hadn't had much sleep. She seemed perky though and as she and Terry were leaving, Judy leaned into me and pinched my ass, gave me a kiss, and said, "See ya later, tiger!" Terry who rode to school with Judy came by next and winking at me said, "Bye, daddy!" I closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "God damn! What are you doing?!" I chastised myself. I walked towards the master bedroom and replayed the events of the previous day. I kept picturing my daughter's over- developed cunt. And then I would remember her on her knees sucking on my cock. The next thing I knew I was sporting a hard-on. I looked at it and felt betrayed by my body. My mind kept saying I shouldn't be aroused by my own daughter and yet my body insisted that I was. I climbed into the shower and turned on the cold water. I couldn't seem to get my mind off of my situation. I came into the office and worked up a couple of orders, but that took me forever and I kept finding mistakes so I just pushed them aside. I went out onto the shop floor and looked around. I had started out as a machinist and I liked to keep my hand in. I often helped the guys set up the machines. Especially when a large order came in. We were getting ready to fabricated an aircraft part for a major aircraft builder. I had worked months to get that job. Months of planning and figuring on how I could submit low bid and still make money. If we did a good job this time we would probably be able to pick up more contracts like this one. Maybe even a defense contract. Cream of the crop. I joked around with the guys for a few minutes and then decided to help one of the newer workers set up the large stamping machine. We had put the stamp and die pieces together and were checking for alignment. It was a fairly rote process, which allowed my mind to wander. I had reached in to place a blank onto the die and the next thing I knew I was being shoved aside by my lead foreman. "Jesus Christ, Hank!" Tony yelled, "you almost lost your hand. What the fuck were you doing?" I looked around me at the employees that had gathered around. There was concern on everyone's faces. I smiled and waved my arms in the air. "It's okay guys. No harm done!" I walked away and headed back towards the office. Tony followed along. Once we were in the relative quiet of my office, Tony let me have it. "God damn, Hank. What the hell was that out there?" I looked at him and realized he was really concerned. "I don't know, Tony. I guess my mind just wandered." "Just wandered!" Tony exclaimed. "You're lucky your hand didn't just wander off your arm. I mean, Jesus, Hank! I'm sorry for yelling boss, but that was close. I may have to go home and change my shorts." We both chuckled as his comment relieved some of the tension in the air. "I'm sorry, Tony. I've got a little personal baggage I brought to work with me today." "Yeah? Aren't you the one whose always telling us that to be safe we gotta leave all that shit at home?" Tony asked, rhetorically. "Your right, Tony. I think I'll go take care of this problem before it escalates. Take care of the floor for me will ya? Let the guys know that I'm all right." Tony shook his head and headed back out to the work room floor. I buzzed my secretary and told her I was taking the rest of the day off. She was somewhat taken aback since I never took personal time off, and she asked if everything was all right. I assured her everything was and that I would see her tomorrow. I headed out to the gym, figuring a little exercise might clear my mind. Three hours and thirty thousand pounds later I had decided on a course of action. I was going to sit my daughter down and tell her that this had gone far enough. I was her father for god's sake. I mulled over the idea of telling my wife about what had happened, but that thought vaporized rather quickly. I showered, dressed, and headed home. I pulled into my garage and as I got out of the car I could hear, or feel, the throbbing bass coming from the stereo in the family room. I went through the connecting door into the kitchen and then on into the living room. I stood at the entry to the family room and watched as Terry and a couple of her friends flailed about to what they call music. I stood and watched them flounce around for a few minutes until Suzie Stratford saw me there. Suzie stopped dancing and in a loud voice said, "Hi! Mr. Jameson." Terry and the other girl, who I'd never met, stopped dancing also when they heard Suzie. Terry turned the stereo down and turned to me, "Hi, Dad! What are you doing home so early?" "I just took some time off, sweetie. I might ask you the same question though?" "Today was a half day, daddy." Terry frowned. "It's on the calendar!" We had a school calendar posted on the refrigerator door so that we could track school holidays and activities. I hadn't checked it lately and thought that perhaps I should. Maybe somewhere on it there would be a day marked, 'Fuck your father day'. Inwardly I shook my head, then smiling I looked at the new girl and asked, "So, who's this?" The new girl blushed at being singled out and a sheepish smile crept across her face. Terry walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "This is Kathy Owens, dad. Her family moved here from Boston about a month ago. She brought over these neat CDs for us to play. They're really cool." "Uhn-hunh!" I intoned, having just recently been exposed to one of the 'really cool' CDs. "Well, have fun," I said and turned towards the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms. "Okay, daddy," Terry chimed behind me, and then I heard the girls giggle and whisper. I was half way up the stairs when it struck me. 'What the hell were they giggling about?' I asked myself. 'Shit, I hope to God Terry hasn't said anything to them about our sexual encounters'. All of my previous concerns came flooding back into my mind and now there was an additional worry. I changed my clothes and went downstairs to the den. I plunked myself down in front of the computer and decided to do a little electronic surfing. I checked my stocks, then a weather site, then a news site, then I played some on line hearts, but nothing seemed to hold my interest. I was going to sign off, but decided to clean out some files and compact the hard drive. With three of us using this thing it seemed to need extra attention and no one else seemed capable of doing it. I've got a utility on my machine that tracks the most recent URLS contacted. That way, if you get disconnected you can just sign back on, look up the URL, and get reconnected. How many times have you found a real cool web site and then couldn't find it again because you didn't save it as a 'favorite place'. I started clearing out old addresses. Every time I found one of mine that I didn't care about I would delete it from the folder. "Don't need that one," I mumbled to myself, or "That was a crappy site!" I had gone through about a dozen URLs when suddenly I came across one that was www.xxxstories.com. "What the!" I said and thought back. It wasn't one I had ever looked up. If I looked at sex sights I usually cleared the address right away, and I hadn't ever noticed Judy looking at such sights. I looked at the closed door of the study and listened to the renewed throbbing of the music in the family room. "Could it be?" I mused. I looked at the date and time stamp, which showed when the site was first connected to. It was about a week ago, a Wednesday I realized, and it had been logged onto at two in the afternoon. "I'll be damned!" I muttered thinking back. I had been working and I know that Judy had been also, so my daughter was looking at porn sites. I highlighted the URL and clicked on the connect icon. The ping and hiss of the modem indicated connection and then the site's splash page appeared. 'XXX Stories' scrolled across the top of the page and below it an assortment of thumbnail pictures depicted various sexual acts. Below each picture was a tag line. One picture showed a woman munching on another woman with the tag line 'Lesbian' below it. I scrolled down the page and saw a picture of a woman made up like a school girl who was holding onto a large swollen cock. Below that picture was the caption, 'Incest'. I pondered for a moment and clicked on the link. A new page popped up with INCEST in large bold letters at the top. A list of story titles, authors, and a short synopsis were listed. I scrolled down until I found stories that were posted on and before the date that Terry had logged on. About six stories down, there was a story posted by someone named Seductress, who was using the same ISP that we did. Her story was titled, "A Father Trapped!" I hesitated for a moment and then clicked on that one. I read the story about a young girl who waits until her mother is gone and then approaches her father with a personal problem. They both wind up naked and making hot monkey love. There were enough similarities between the story and what had happened to make me realize that Terry had submitted this story. "Jesus!" I said to myself while absent-mindedly rubbing my throbbing cock through the material of my trousers. "How could she write about what had happened? Wasn't she worried at all?" Then it struck me. The date of the story was five days earlier than our little escapade in the family room. This wasn't a story, it was a blue print. She had planned the whole "there's something wrong with me down there" episode. Emotions flooded through my mind. I was angry. I was perplexed. I was amazed. Mostly, I was turned on. 'That little minx,' I said to myself. Here I was feeling so ashamed because I thought I had taken advantage of my daughter when she was most vulnerable. A weight was lifted from my chest. I knew that the problem was still there, but I didn't feel quite the debaucher that I thought I was. My cock was really throbbing now. I decided to reopen the story and read it again. I was positioning the mouse when I heard the door open behind me and I turned to see Terry standing there. "Daddy? Can I go over to Suzie's house?" my daughter asked. I looked at her for a moment, wondering if I should sit her down now and talk to her about what I knew and what we should do about it. I decided it probably wasn't a good time with her friends being there. I opened my mouth and started to say, "Sure, hon..." But Terry let out a gasp as she saw the web page I was looking at. She brought a hand to her mouth; her eyes bulged; and she looked from the screen to my face. She spun around quickly and ran away. I said, "Shit!" and got up to follow. I walked into the family room and found Suzie and Kathy talking as they packed up their belongings. I looked around and asked, "Where's Terry?" Suzie looked up at me with a frown and replied, "She went looking for you, Mr. Jameson." I noticed that she had stuttered a little and saw that both she and Kathy weren't looking at my face. I looked down at myself and realized that my cock was stretching out the fabric of my pants leg. I felt the blood rush to my face as I spun around and walked away. "Could my life get any more fucked up!" I muttered to myself. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and knocked on Terry's door. There was no answer so I tried the knob and pushed open the unlocked door. Terry lie on her stomach with a pillow over her head. I sat at the foot of the bed and nudged her foot. "Honey?" I said. "Go away!" Came the muffled reply. "I'm not going anywhere, Sweetie." I replied, "So, you might as well come out from under there." Terry pulled the pillow off of her head and rolled onto her side. I noticed she was crying as she lie there staring and sniffling at me. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked softly. "Oh, daddy!" she exclaimed and clambered into my arms. She hugged me tightly and drove her face into my chest. "I'm so sorry! It was all a game." "A game!" I said. "What are you talking about?" "It... it... was a dare! The other girls dared me to let you look at my... my... ohhhhhh!" She wailed and drove her face back into my chest. "Honey! Sweetie!" I tried to console her. "It wasn't your fault. I'm the adult here. I should have known better than to let things get out of hand." I stroked my daughter's hair as we rocked together at the edge of the bed. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then I heard a voice at the bedroom door ask, "Is, is, everything okay, Terry?" I looked up and saw the concerned faces of her two friends. Terry slowly pulled away from me and wiped at her tear streaked cheeks. "Yeah," she whispered, and then pouted her lips and said, "I told him about the dare." Both girls gasped in unison and their eyes opened wide. Their glance went form Terry to me and then back. "Is he real mad, Terry?" asked the new girl, Kathy, as though I wasn't sitting there. "I'm fine girls," I answered. "Just a little confused as to why a bunch of thirteen-year old girls would come up with such a game." The other two had worked their way into the room and Suzie was sitting next to Terry and holding her hand. Kathy stood facing us. I realized suddenly as I looked at them that these weren't little girls. All three of them were built like battleships. Terry had the larger pair of breasts, but the other two both sported a respectable pair of knockers. They were all thin waisted and their tight pants showed off a trio of well rounded butts. I wondered if the other two girls' fathers had as much trouble as I did trying to think of them only as daughters. I hadn't expected an answer to my question, but Kathy cleared her throat and stammered out a reply. "It, it's my fault, Mr. Jameson." She quickly glanced at the other two and then looked back down at the top of her shoes. "We'd been playing Truth or Dare one day at Suzie's house, and we got carried away, you know?" "Yeah, I remember how that goes!" I answered. "You do?" Kathy asked as her head snapped up. Feeling a kindred spirit she continued with her story. "Well it started kind of silly, you know. Just doing dumb stuff. And then, Suzie dared Terry to take her pants off and show me her... her... her, you know, her thing." I looked over at Suzie for a moment and watched the color rise in her cheeks. I turned back to Kathy and since I didn't say anything she decided it was okay to continue with her story. "Well, Terry pulled down her pants and wham!" Kathy was getting into her story telling now. "I tell you, I'd never seen a pussy like that before. So then we were all pulling our pants off and looking at each others' things, you know." Kathy realized she was getting a little excited so she coughed and continued in a quieter tone. "I asked Terry what her parents thought about her...her....endowment?" she more asked than said, wondering if she was using the correct word. "Anyway, Terry, said that her mom had freaked when she saw it and that you had never seen it. So we...we. errrr. That is the next time my turn came up I dared Terry to find a way to show it to you." "I see," I answered pondering her tale. "And that's the only thing you dared her to do?" I asked and realized I should have let that sleeping dog lie. "Unn-hunn!" Kathy answered, nodding her head up and down vigorously, then suddenly it dawned on her and she added, "Why?" "Nothing!" I answered a little too quickly. Kathy looked from me to Terry and back again. I felt myself blushing and Kathy raised a hand to cover her mouth. "Oh my, God!" She squealed and hopped from foot to foot. "What?" asked Suzie, a look of befuddlement on her face. "They did it!" mumbled Kathy from behind her hand. "They did it!" "Did what?" asked Suzie, who was now totally confused by her friend's actions. She looked from Terry to me and then back to Kathy. "What are you talking about? Did what?" she almost shouted. "Did IT!" Kathy intoned, "IT! IT! You know." Her eyes opened even wider as though that would get the message across. And apparently it did, because Suzie gasped and turned and looked Terry in the eye. "Oh... my... God!" Suzie stated. Then she shoved Terry's shoulder and teasingly said, "You skank!" Terry shoved her back and shouted, "Am not!" Kathy just giggled as Suzie and Terry got into a 'Am not' - 'Am too' shouting match. I stood up and said, "Girls, girls, please! A little quiet." I was trying to think of a way to diffuse this situation so that none of us came out of this being harmed. Especially me. I could almost hear the cell door clanging shut behind me. I gulped and tried to think of something to say when I heard Kathy say, "Damn!" I looked at her and saw that she was looking at my package. My cock was still engorged and was outlined through the thin material of my cotton trousers. Suzie and Terry stopped arguing and they both looked at what Kathy had pointed out. "See!" Terry stated proudly. "I told you it was big!" "Wha--!" I squeaked out at this new turn of conversation. "A hell of a lot bigger than my dad's!" Kathy stated and the other two girls looked at her strangely. "You've seen your dad's?" Suzie asked. "That's not all I've done!" Kathy said, cocking an eyebrow. She was standing in front of me and before I could stop her she had run a finger along the length of my cock. "Kathy!" I exclaimed. The young girl brought her finger up and poked it at the smile on her face. She looked over at the other two and said, "Hold 'im down." "Wha...?" I muttered, once again confused. Suddenly, Terry and Suzie pounce on me from behind and dragged me down onto the bed. "What the hell are you doing," I shouted. I tried to get up, but they were all over me. Each one of them sat on an arm and pressed onto my chest. "Hurry!" Terry said to Kathy, who bent over me and started to undo my trousers. "Stop it!" I shouted and fought my daughter and her friend. My arms were tired from having worked out that morning and it seemed as though the will had gone out of me. I struggled slightly and watched as Kathy pulled my pants and underwear down in one smooth stroke. My rampaging cock sprung out and swayed in the air. Everything seemed to come to a standstill for a moment. I stopped struggling and the girls merely stared at my engorged cock. Then I came to my senses, or at least thought I did, and I told them to stop what they were doing. That this wasn't right and that we would all get into trouble. I suppose I could have forced the girls off of me, but I didn't want to hurt anyone. At least that's what I rationalized as I watched Kathy reach out for my cock. She gently took it into her hand and slowly stroked its length. "Oh, yeah!" she said. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and I watched as her tongue came out and she moistened her lips. "I want that in me!" She then said and my mind went into over drive. This thirteen-year old girl wanted to fuck me. I couldn't believe it. I watched as she undid her belt and pushed her pants down. She pulled her blouse over her head and stood before me in bra and panties. She looked me straight in the eye as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She pulled it off and I stared at her perfectly shaped little breasts. She had a nice handful and they were capped by chocolate brown nipples. I heard Kathy go "Ooohhh!" And I saw her looking at my cock, which was producing a steady flow of pre cum. I heard the whisper of silk and turned back to see Kathy struggle out of her panties. She stood back up and I saw her cunt. She had more hair than Terry and it was trimmed into a neat triangle above her slit. She reached down and pulled her cunt lips apart. She ran a finger along the slit and brought it up to her mouth. She sucked the finger into her mouth and leered at me. My cock bobbed up and down in reaction and Kathy chuckled. She crawled over me and brought her face up to mine. She looked me in the eye and then kissed me. Her tongue forced its way into my not too unwilling mouth and it circled mine. She kissed for awhile and then she sat up astride my stomach. She rose up on one knee and reached for my cock. She rubbed it along her slit and I heard Terry and Suzie gasp. Kathy looked at them and winked. She then looked at me and said, "enjoy!" She lowered herself onto my throbbing cock and I felt her moist, hot, and tight pussy slide down the length of my cock. I struck bottom before I was all the way in and Kathy threw her head back and moaned. My daughter and Suzie had let go of my arms now and were sitting back and watching their friend. Kathy slowly rose up on her knees and then slid back down. She did this a number of times until we were both well lubricated and then she rode me like a pro. She bounced up and down and moved back and forth. At one point I felt myself slide in all the way and she let out a loud moan. I knew I had entered her womb and couldn't believe the feeling as it clasped around the head of my cock. I surrendered myself to the feeling and went along for the ride. I grasped her thin waist in my hands and set the tempo. I had my eyes closed and was oblivious to everything around me. Oblivious that is until I heard Kathy say, "That's it, Terry! Go for it." I opened my eyes and saw Terry kneeling next to my upper body. She was totally naked and was stroking her cunt with two fingers. Her eyes were slightly glazed and I saw a smile creep across her face as she threw a leg across mine. Her cunt was only a few inches away from my tongue. She reached down and pulled her pendulous labia aside so that I could see the pink interior. She slowly lowered herself onto my mouth and I heard her say, "Ride 'em Face Cowboy!" I stretched out my tongue and hungrily lapped at her juicy cunt. I slid my tongue from top to bottom and then sucked her engorged clit into my mouth. It was almost like sucking on my thumb, only not as long. I heard her moan and she whispered, "Ohhhh, daddy!" I continued lapping and sucking as I tried to give her the most pleasure that I could from my prone position. Meanwhile, Kathy was fast approaching orgasm and I felt her cunt clench at my cock as her body shook and she let out a piercing wail. Her entire body shook and I felt her hands on my stomach as she tried to support herself. A moment later, I felt cool air on my cock as she slid off my still engorged member. My cock bobbed in the cool air and swung about, eager for more attention. I didn't have long to wait as I felt a hand on my cock and then the moistness of a tongue as it licked up and down the shaft. I didn't know who's tongue it was, but I thanked my lucky stars that it was there. A mouth suddenly engulfed my cock and an unpracticed rhythm began bobbing up and down. I figured that Kathy would know how to suck cock so I figured this must be little Suzie. I felt the silky brushing of hair on my upper thighs and stomach and I pictured Suzie's long, straight flaxen hair as it bunched and flowed around her sucking face. The thought drove me to renewed vigor and I attacked my daughter's cunt like a mad man. Terry was one continuous groan now as she rode my face. I felt Suzie pull her mouth off my cock, but her hand remained. I heard Kathy urge her to try it. "Here, I'll help you," murmured Kathy's disembodied voice. I felt a different hand on my cock as the other released it. Then there was a strong pressing on the head of my cock. I heard a voice say, "Push!," then I felt my cock pop into something and then the pressure was all around the head. There was a painful gasp and I realized that Suzie was forcing her cunt down onto my cock. I felt her cunt slide down a fraction at a time. I knew I wasn't very far in because I could still feel a hand at the base of my cock. 'My, God' I said to myself. I just deflowered little Suzie. Suddenly her cunt seemed to relax and my cock slid in another two or three inches. Above me, Terry seemed to have lost all coordination as she jerked to and fro. Suddenly a wave of fluids poured into my mouth and I realized she was cumming. Terry moaned and emitted a series of grunts. Then she sideways onto the bed. I had a clear view of Suzie now. She was also naked. Her head was thrown back and her hair was so long I could feel it brush my thighs. Her skin was pale, almost alabaster. She had larger breasts than I imagined. Small, pink nipples capped each mound. She had a couple of moles around one nipple and it reminded me of a couple of moons orbiting a planet. Strange the thoughts that go through your head at moments like that. I looked down and saw that she had no hair around her cunt. Or perhaps it was too light to see. Her cunt lips stretched around my cock as she slowly rode up and down. Her labia stretched out every time she pulled up as though they didn't want to let go of their prize. Suzie was new at this and she was having a hard time staying on. Her downward thrusts would sometimes only wind up bending my dick in half, and it was uncomfortable. I grabbed her hips and stopped her from moving. She opened her eyes and looked at me in confusion. "Hold on," I said, and rolled us over. My knees were right on the edge of the bed and I couldn't push myself farther up, so I reluctantly pulled my cock out of Suzie, who groaned in disappointment. "Move up," I told her. She used her elbows to scramble back and I followed close behind. I grabbed her calves and placed her legs on my shoulders. I grasped my slick dick and aimed it at her cunt. I was amazed that it had fit in there. Suzie watched as I pressed my cock head against the opening to her cunt. My cock bowed and then the head plowed into her. My momentum drove my cock all the way in. Suzie arched her back and made a weird sound, like, "nngggg!" I started pulling out, thinking I had hurt her, when she hissed, "Oh, yeah!" Smiling, I drove back in. I started stroking hard. Suzie grabbed her tits and twisted and pulled on them. Every time I drove into her she would say, "Yes!" And the harder I drove the louder she got. This girl liked it hard. I pounded into her hard and fast. I could feel that tingle in my balls and knew I'd be erupting soon. Suzie's "Yeses" became more strident and sibilant until they merged into one long syllable. "Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss!" She cried, as her back arched and her arms flailed. I kept on plowing, feeling the surge in my balls. She had quieted down and had stopped tossing as my cum blasted into her. I made a weird strangled sound. The feeling of my cum splashing against her cervix drove Suzie to another orgasm. She squealed and clutched her legs together, choking me and dragging me down on top of her. The girl was folded almost in half, but it didn't seem to bother her. I looked up and saw her eyes roll up into her head. Her arms flailed about looking for something to latch onto. Her hands found my back and tried to gain purchase there, but she only managed to rake her nails along my rib cage. The sharp sting made me yelp and I pried her legs from around my neck. Suzie rolled onto her side, drove her arms between her legs and remained in a fetal position, moaning quietly. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at three long, bloody scratches along my right side. "Christ," I mumbled, "how am I going to explain this." "How are you going to explain that?" A familiar voice said, and I looked up and saw my wife standing there. My life flashed before my eyes. I heard Terry shout, "Mom!" And then she and Kathy were scrambling into their clothes. "It's not what you think, Mom!" Terry chanted. "Oh, I imagine not!" My wife snorted. "I come home and find my husband naked with three young girls." She paused for effect. "Let's see, his cock, yes I do believe that was his cock is pounding into one of them and the other two are locked in a sixty-nine!" She finished on a high note and spun around. I sat stunned. Her words seemed to be coming at me through a cloud of butterscotch. It took a moment for her words to register and I turned to Terry. "Sixty-nine?" I asked incredulously. "Dad!" Terry said, nodding at the door and reminding me I had more important things to do and say. I pulled my pants on and half stumbled down the stairs. I found my wife at the bar. Her back was to me and her shoulders were shaking. Guilt washed over me as I saw the only woman I had ever loved racked with tears of agony. "Honey!" I ventured. Judy turned around and I realized how wrong I was. She was laughing hysterically. She pointed at me and said, "You should have seen your face!" I was thunderstruck. My jaw dropped and I felt around for something to sit on before I fell down. I found a hassock and plopped onto it. I watched my wife as she clutched her side and threw her head back in laughter. I was confused. And now, I was tired. Tired and confused. The Twilight Zone. That's it! I'm caught inside an episode of the Twilight Zone. My wife comes home; finds me fucking a thirteen year old girl; and it brings her to tears of laughter. The laughter had stopped. I was still sitting on the hassock and had placed my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. I suddenly realized that I was mumbling out loud. I spread my fingers and peered up at my wife. I was hoping that this was all a dream and that I would be alone, but no, she was still leaning back against the bar, swirling the ice cubes in her glass, and looking back at me. I groaned and lowered my head again. I was trying to make sense of the events of the last few days. My daughter tries to seduce me, says that her mother is treating her like shit, and then I find that my daughter's friends are also involved, and I wind up fucking both of them. Something clicked at the back of my mind. I thought back to this morning when Judy and Terry were leaving the house. For a couple of people who weren't getting along they sure seemed friendly this morning. "God damn it!" I whispered and looked up at my wife, who was still smirking at me. "You were in on the whole thing. This, this, ....Lolita fest that just occurred. What were you? Testing me!" "Oh, come on Hank!" She giggled, "Think about what you're saying. You think I organized that orgy you were having?" "Welllll," I floundered. "What am I to think. You find me in a compromising situation and you just laugh it off." "Yeah, well, I knew something was going to happen, but that wasn't exactly what I expected!" "You knew something was going..." my voice trailed off and I shook my head. I was still confused. I got up and walked away. Terry was standing in the doorway, holding my shirt and shoes in her hands. I stopped and stared at her for a moment until she lowered her eyes sheepishly. I took the proffered clothing and climbed the stairs. Trailing behind me were Judy and Terry's voices. I heard Terry say imploringly, "Mom! I..." Judy stopped her in mid sentence with a, "I don't want to talk about it now!" I closed the bedroom door behind me and their voices became a murmur. I dropped my shoes and shirt at the foot of the bed and threw myself upon it. I lie in the dark. I wasn't actually thinking about anything, just letting whatever thoughts that wanted to occupy space occupy it. I had turned onto my back and was staring at the darkness above my face when the door opened and light invaded my world. The door quickly closed and I was back in the cool darkness. I felt the bed move as Judy climbed onto it. I turned half away from her. I felt a hand on my upper arm and she whispered, "I'm sorry." I merely grunted. Her hand slowly trailed down my arm and then came back up. It was a light touch. As though she were feeling the fine hairs on my arm. As she went down, it was soothing, but as she came back up, against the grain, it sent a shiver through my body. I reached up and stopped her hand from moving. Without turning, I said, "We've really got to talk about this." "Okay, daddy!" "Daddy!" I practically shouted and turned to look at Terry, who was kneeling at my side. "Out!" I said. I had no idea why she was there, but I wasn't ready to deal with her yet. "Daddyyyyyy!" she whined. "Out, I said," and pointed to the door. She scrambled to the floor and turned to look at me. She had her arms crossed across her ample breasts and I could see the top of one leg move as I heard her foot tapping the floor. "Out!" I repeated. She "harrumphed!" and spun on her heels then marched out the door and closed it sharply. Out in the hallway, I heard her yell, "Men!" I grabbed a pillow and placed it over my face. A minute later, I heard Judy say, "Get up, we have to get going." "I'm not going anywhere!" I mumbled into the pillow. "Oh, yes you are!" Judy said, using that voice. "We're supposed to be at Fred and Suzanne's in an hour." "I'm not going!" I repeated, and felt that I was whining like a petulant child. "Oh, stop whining like a petulant child!" Judy stated and started moving about the bedroom, opening and closing drawers and closet doors. "Unnnnnnnnnnn!" I groaned from beneath the pillow and threw it aside. "Well! You'll just have to call them and tell them we aren't coming!" "And? What reason am I going to give?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. "I can't tell them you're sick, because Little Suzie knows there's nothing wrong with you." The last dripped with sarcasm. I narrowed my eyes and said, "Tell them there's a family emergency. That we've got to take your badly mutilated body to the hospital." Judy snorted through her nose at the empty threat. "Come on," she emphasized, "we have to go it's Suzie's birthday." "Little Suzie?" I asked, brows arched. "No! Big Suzie, but if you ask nice I'm sure she'll let you give her the same gift you gave her daughter earlier." Judy deadpanned, but then had to turn quickly as she started to giggle. "That's it, Judy!" I exclaimed. "We have to talk!" "Yeah, yeah. We'll talk. But, not now. Now, you're supposed to be getting ready!" I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment, trying to gather up the energy to move. The smell of sex wafted up from my crotch and I realized I had better take a shower. I stood and dropped my pants next to my shirt and shoes. I picked both pieces of clothing up and walked to the hamper then headed for the shower. I had to pass the closet and as I did so Judy turned and seeing my naked form said, "Woo hoo!" She made a quick grab at my dick, but I jumped aside. I shook my head from side to side and said, "Un, un! I don't think so." I started for the shower again and then turned and added, "Consider yourself lucky if you ever get laid again." Judy pulled her work blouse over her head and threw it at me. It traveled about four feet before unfurling and floating harmlessly to the floor. I looked up and found Judy extending the middle finger of her right hand to me; an eyebrow cocked in defiance. "That's right," I teased, "that's the finger you're going to have to use from now on." I took my shower and then tried to decide on what to wear. I pulled on a blousy white, collarless shirt and then hunted for some pants. I had been going through pants like crazy lately and I had very few choices. I pulled a pair of black chinos off a hanger. They were a little tight, but the evening would be a casual affair so I figured it didn't matter. I was surprised to find that they fit exceptionally well and told myself that all that working out was paying off. I went sock less and slipped into a pair of black moccasins. I walked through the family room and the dining room looking for my wife and daughter. I heard giggling in the kitchen and approached the swinging door. I drew back my shoulders and steeled myself for whatever awaited me on the other side. I found them standing over the butcher block, putting the finishing touches on Suzie's gift. They both looked up as I entered. I stood with my hands on my hips and asked, "Are we ready?" Judy looked me up and down and exclaimed, "God damn! The man is looking good!" I blushed and tried to retort but only managed to say, "Yeah! Well, whatever." I held the door for them and we headed out to our friends' house. They only lived a couple of blocks away and we were used to walking over during warmer weather. I trailed behind Judy and Terry and watched them walking and talking. Damn! They were fine looking women. Both narrow waisted with cute rounded asses. Both had thick auburn hair which cascaded to middle back. From this perspective you would think they were sisters if you didn't know better. I was amazed that life just seemed to be moving on. It was as though nothing had happened earlier that day. Fred and Suzanne's house was brightly lit from within, as though every light was on. There were Chinese lanterns strung about the wide wrap around porch and several people were already standing and sitting around, sipping on various libations, just passing time. We knew everyone there and a few waves and shouted helloes greeted us. Judy veered off and headed towards another friend that we hadn't seen in a while. Terry slipped her arm under mine as we approached the front steps. I could sense that she was tense, but couldn't imagine why. Suddenly, Rose Maguire, one of Judy and Suzanne's coworkers saw us and said in that boisterous fashion of hers, "My God! Is that little Terry? My! How you have grown." She came rushing up and stood before us. She grabbed Terry's hands and pulled them away from her body. She looked Terry up and down and said, "God, girl, where did you get that body?" It was then I realized that Terry wasn't wearing her usual frumpy clothing. She was wearing one of her mother's summer dresses. It had a tight, pleated bodice and an a-line skirt that went to mid thigh. I was ashamed that I hadn't noticed what she was wearing sooner. So wrapped in my own thoughts that I hadn't realized that this was her 'coming out' so to speak. "Jesus, Hank!" Rose continued, "you're gonna have to keep a shotgun by the door to keep all the wolves away!" I smiled at Terry, who was rolling her eyes up, and said, "Yup, daddy's little girl is all grown up. Soon she'll be wanting to have sex and everything." Terry frowned at me and stomped her foot. "Daddy!" she exclaimed and tore herself away from Rose. She went through the front doors and disappeared. I chuckled at my little pay back. I spoke to Rose for a moment longer and excused myself to go find the birthday girl. Suzie Stratford, the mother, was another hotie. She was tall, about five foot nine or ten. She had an athletic body with ample curves. Her hair was long, blonde, and hung in kinky curls. She reminded me of Sarah Jessica Parker, but her face was more open with big blue eyes and heavy eyelids that gave her a continuous 'bedroom eyes' kind of look. She was thirty-five today. Suzie Stratford was an affectionate woman. Which is a kind way of saying she was a down right flirt. Whenever she greeted me, she would always give me a hug and a kiss. She would crush her body to me and drive her tongue into my mouth. I always pushed her away before she got a chance to dry hump my leg. Or at least that's the feeling I got. She would then wink and smile at me. Fred would just stand there and chuckle. I always wondered if she fooled around on him, and wondered if he wondered the same. Tonight was no different. I came up behind her as she was talking to a couple that I didn't recognize. I cleared my throat and said, "How's it going birthday girl?" Suzie turned and squealed, "Hank!" And wrapped her arms and tongue around me. I counted to three and pushed her away. She winked and smiled at me and held on to my arm. "Hank Jameson," she said, pulling me towards the unknown couple, "meet Bill and Mary Owens." The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. I searched my memory as I shook both of their hands, but came up blank. The woman looked at me and asked, "Jameson? Jameson? Oh, you must be Terry's father. Such a pretty girl, and so well mannered. You must be very proud of her?" I frowned, wondering how they knew my daughter. "Yes, yes, we are very proud." And then it struck me. I hoped to God I wasn't blushing as I said. "Owens! You must be Kathy's parents. I just met her today for the first time. Very nice girl." Then the devil in me made me add, "Made quite an impression. You must be very proud also." Her mother beamed and said, "Yes, yes we are." She yanked on Bill's arm and said, "Aren't we, dear?" Bill cleared his throat and said, "Oh, oh, yes we are. Very proud." I looked him in the eye and thought, 'So your Kathy's dad. I can't picture this cream puff fucking that wildcat, but if she said it's so, it must be.' I think he read my mind because the color rose at his throat and he looked away. "My God, Hank!" Suzie said, squeezing my arm, "Terry came by a few minutes ago to wish me a 'happy' and I almost didn't recognize her. So that's why she's been wearing all that baggy clothing. Jesus, where did she get that body. Those tits...." Suzanne always had a way of making me uncomfortable. Everything she said when I was around wound up being about sex. I could see where this was going and I noticed Mrs. Owens' eyes had popped open and her mouth was agape, so I interrupted Suzie in mid diatribe. "Speaking of daughters! Where are they?" I asked. "Oh, probably up in Little Suzie's room listening to music and talking about boys." I had a sudden picture of them sitting around playing Truth and Dare again and I felt a shiver go up my spine. I could imagine what heinous little plot they were cooking up now. I just hoped to God I wasn't involved in it this time. In the back of my mind though a little voice said, 'Yeah, right! You'd love to get your hands on those girls again. And your dick into them!" I excused myself from the Owens' and pried my arm out of Suzie's clutches and said I needed to find the bar. Fred had set up a wet bar in the kitchen and I poured myself a strong Scotch and soda. As I was adding ice there came a chorus of "Hi! Mr. Jameson!" It was a chorus I recognized and turned to see all three girls standing there. My breath caught in my throat as I looked them over. Kathy wore a one piece, shoulder less, knit, blue dress that came to mid thigh. I couldn't find any telltale signs of bra and panties and the small points of her nipples indicated that she didn't have any on. Terry had on the sundress with a yellow on green flowered print. Suzie wore a sleeveless red, silk blouse over an ankle length black oriental skirt with red trim that was split up both sides. As if the apparel wasn't eye catching enough, all three had apparently spent the last half hour putting on makeup. I swallowed and said, "Damn! Aren't you girls gorgeous!" They all twittered and smiled broadly. Kathy walked up to me and since she was holding hands with Terry, who was holding Suzie's hand, they all wound up a pace away from me. I felt surrounded, I tried to take a step back but encountered the bar and could go no further. Kathy place a finger at the open neck of my shirt and slowly ran the finger down my chest and then my stomach until it reached my pants waist. She poked the tip of her finger into the top of my pants and slowly ran it back and forth. "You look good enough to eat, Mr. Jameson." She said, with the voice of a grown woman. "Ahem!" came a loud voice from the doorway and we all looked up to see my wife standing there. "My don't we all look cozy!" She looked at the girls more closely and a puzzled expression crossed her face. The three girls smiled and turned to leave. Little Suzie paused in the doorway and looked back at me. She smiled and gave me a broad wink. I let out a breath, the first in a while, and sagged back against the bar. Judy walked to the bar and put some ice in her glass. "Looks like I just saved you from yourself. What were you planning on doing? Were you just going to drop to the floor and go at it?" "Judy!" I implored. "I didn't do anything! Those little minxes followed me in here and, and, surrounded me." Judy laughed at my discomfort. "Oh, poor big man. Intimidated by a couple of thirteen-year old girls." "Three!" I exclaimed. "Three thirteen-year old girls." Judy stopped smiling and for the first time in days took this matter seriously. "Yes, three of them. I have a feeling that we've unleashed the daughters of Satan on you, Hank." "What!" I said, my eyes bulging. I thought my wife had gone mad. "What do you mean the daughters of...?" She once again laughed at the look on my face. "I didn't mean it literally you fool. I saw them troop in here after you and could tell they were up to something. I have a feeling if I hadn't come in that you would have been compromised right here in the kitchen." "Judy! You've got to tell me what's going on!" I implored. She kept saying things that made me think there was an organized effort behind the girls' actions. "Tonight, Hank. When we get home." She saw the look of doubt on my face and added, "I promise!" We grabbed our drinks and went back out to the living room where everyone had gathered and were waiting for Big Suzie to finish her speech and get on with the cake cutting. We had missed the blowing out of the candles. I looked around and found the girls standing towards the back of the small crowd. All three of them were staring at me and smiling. I looked away quickly and found myself looking at Bill Owens, who was looking from me to his daughter and back to me again. A frown crossed his forehead and he looked down at the floor. The remainder of the evening went without incident. I spent all of my time trying to avoid being alone with the girls and they spent all of their time, it seemed, stalking me. Every time I looked up there would be one of them watching me. Even Terry was doing it. I found if I hung around big Suzie that they left me alone. Although I had to put up with a lot of arm holding and butt pinching, it was almost worth it. At one point in the evening, I looked up and saw Kathy and her father engaged in a heated discussion. His back was to me and I watched Kathy's face as it went through a number of emotions. She had her hands on her hips and seemed to be giving him a piece of her mind. I looked around and found Mrs. Owens across the room watching them also. She was twisting a paper napkin in her hands and had a very sorrowful expression on her face. I realized then that she was aware of her husband and daughter's 'special' relationship. I looked back at them just as Owens stomped away from his daughter. Looking up, she saw me watching. She placed her palms together in front of her and then pulled them apart about five inches. She nodded to her father's retreating back and then shrugged and rolled her eyes. I gasped at the girl's brashness and quickly looked around to see if anyone else had been paying attention. It appeared that no one had. No one that is except for her mother. A look of horror crossed Mary's face as she followed her daughter's gaze and found me looking back at her. She raised a hand to her mouth, turned, and made her way to the kitchen. I turned to find Kathy watching her mother's retreating back. She looked over at me and gave a "what are you going to do" shrug of her shoulders. I glared at her and pointed to the kitchen door with my chin. She rolled her eyes up again and then went after her mother. I only hoped that I would be left out of the forthcoming confrontation. A moment later, I saw Fred come backing out of the kitchen. He turned and I could see his eyes were popping out of his head. He looked over at me and a strange look came over his face. "Dear God!" I whispered to myself. He walked towards me with deliberation and I ran a million things through my mind. 'It was and accident Fred....' No that wouldn't work. 'It was their fault....' No not that one either. But, Fred went right past me and stopped in front of his wife. He leant forward and whispered something in her ear. Big Suzie was looking over his shoulder and right at me. I watched the expression on her face change as she listened. Her eyes slowly widened and I found her looking right at me. Then a smile crossed her face and she pulled away from Fred and said, "You're kidding!" Fred shook his head and Suzanne looked around quickly for someone to tell this to. She saw me and came right over. She planted herself about two inches in front of me and whispered, "You won't believe what Fred just told me!" I had a damned good idea what Fred had just told her, but since no one was slapping or punching me in the face, I figured I would play along. "No idea!" I said, and asked "What did Fred just tell you?" She looked around and said, "Shussh!" She then saw Judy coming in from the porch and beckoned her over. Judy approached with some trepidation. She was used to seeing Big Suzie draped all over me, but she could tell there was something else going on. Judy came up to us and Suzie grabbed her arm and pulled her close. "Fred was in the kitchen, getting out more ice, when Mary Owens came in to get a drink. Fred said that Kathy came in next and said, 'What's wrong, Mother'" Suzanne paused and looked around to ensure that no one else was listening. She turned back and continued her story, "Fred said she sounded real sarcastic. Well anyway, Mary told Kathy that she knew what was wrong. And then Kathy said, 'You stood by for years while he molested me and now you're going to cop an attitude because I'm old enough to stop him from doing it again! You're only acting this way because if he can't get it from me he's going to be bothering you and we both know you're a frigid bitch!'" Suzanne looked from Judy to me and we both tried to look equally shocked. "And then Mary asked Kathy, 'what about that other man? Are you sleeping with him too?' And Kathy said, 'I just told you I wasn't letting Dad sleep with me anymore so there can't be a 'too' can there! And Mary said, 'you know what I mean'" I could feel my Adam's apple bobbing up and down as I tried to swallow the dry lump that was in my throat. I could feel Judy's hold tighten on my arm as she too anticipated the answer. "Well, then Kathy said, 'No! I'm not sleeping with any other man! But, I'm sure if I did you wouldn't do anything about that either!' And then they both went out the back door." She looked around the room once again and added, "Can you imagine that little girl fucked that little mouse of a man?" "Suzie!" Judy whispered harshly. Suzanne chuckled and said, "I wonder what other man she was talking about?" And she looked at the men in the room. Her eyes swiveled to me and she said, "Oh Lord, Hank! I bet they were talking about you!" "Don't be foolish, Suzie," I replied, trying to act indignant. "Come on, Hank!" She practically shrieked. "No offense, Judy, but all the women here would like to tangle the sheets with you, big guy!" Saying this she glanced down to where my cock was stirring in my pants. "Jesus!" I said and turned away to go get another drink. Behind me I could hear Judy and Suzie giggling. I imagine she had meant it in harmless fun, but she had struck the nail on the head and I had to get away before my actions gave me away. A little more digging and God knows what she would find out.... The evening was winding down and I stood on the porch trying to balance out my intake of alcohol with a little fresh air. I heard footsteps behind me and then felt an arm go around my waist. I closed my eyes for a moment almost afraid to look at who was invading my space this time. I felt a head lean against my shoulder and looked down at the top of my wife's head. "You about ready to go?" She asked. "I've been ready!" I replied. The evening hadn't been a total fiasco. I hadn't been exposed to be the child molester I felt to be, and no one had forced me to have sex. Things were looking up. "Have you seen, Terry? I haven't seen her in hours." Judy said. "Nope! Maybe she went home already." "I told her to let me know if she left the party." Judy informed me. "Let me go check upstairs. The girls are probably in Suzie's room." I went inside and wished Big Suzie the best in years to come and told her we'd be heading out as soon as we found Terry. A minute later, Judy came striding through the living room with Terry and a red eyed Kathy behind her. She grabbed my arm and said, "Come on!" She almost whipped me off my feet as I turned to follow. "What's wrong?" I asked and looked at Terry, who was watching the ground pass underneath her feet. I glanced at Kathy and saw tears rolling down her cheeks. I wondered why she was coming with us, but a glance from Judy told me to 'shut the fuck up and come along.' So I did. We got home and Terry took a sobbing Kathy up to her room. I followed Judy to the family room and watched as she poured herself a drink. "Another one?" I asked. "This one I need," Judy said and tossed half of it back in one gulp. "Okay," I said, "Give." Judy slammed her glass onto the bar and I was amazed that it didn't shatter. "Those sanctimonious pricks!" She shouted. I thought for a second and then said, "Let me guess. We're talking about the Owenses." "That fucking prudish bitch actually told her daughter to never set foot in her house again!" "Damn!" I muttered. "I'm sure things will cool off after a couple of days. It sounded as though things came to a head at the party." "Oh, yeah!" Judy said glaring. I knew it wasn't me she was glaring at but at the picture in her head. "That bitch also told Kathy that she was kicking her quote, 'worthless father' out also, and for all she cared they could move in together and fuck their brains out." "You're right, it does sound serious." Just then Judy burst into tears and ran into my arms. "Oh, Hank! It's all my fault!" She sobbed. I hugged her to me and ran my hand through her hair. "How can you say that?" I asked. "How can this be your fault?" "If, if..." she sniffled, "If I hadn't told Terry that she could sleep with you this whole thing would've never happened." I pushed her out to arms length and looked her in the eye, "Told Terry she could sleep with me!" I fumbled for something to say. "Look, I don't know what passed between you and Terry, but I don't think that has anything to do with the Owenses. That appears to have been brewing for a while and now the pot came to a boil. So whatever guilt you're feeling, it's got nothing to do with Kathy and her parents." I heard a rustle behind me and then Terry asked, "Are you okay, Mom?" Judy pulled away from me and passed the back of her hand across her eyes. "Yes, honey. I'm just worried about your friend. How is she doing?" "I think she's asleep. I put her in my bed. She said she didn't want to be alone, but then she just kind of dozed off." Terry looked from one to the other of us and asked, "What's going to happen to her?" I shrugged and answered honestly, "We don't know. I imagine once the dust settles she'll wind up with one or the other of her parents." "Gee, I don't think so, Dad. She certainly doesn't want to live with her mom and I don't think she's too keen on living with her dad either." "She must have relatives?" Judy asked. "Yeah, she's got a couple of aunts back East, but their like really old. Like Grandpa old, you know!" "I'm sure your grandfather would appreciate the comparison, Terry." Judy said shaking her head. "Well, she can stay here for a while, but I'm sure someone will step in to clear this up." We stood silently for a minute. Each of us lost in his or her own thoughts. Judy stood to my front and to the right and Terry stood to the front and to the left of me. We formed the corners of a triangle, which made me realize we had some unfinished business of our own. I clapped my hands together and rubbed them briskly, "Well," I said with false bravura, "since we're all here. I thing it's time we had a little talk of our own." "Oh," Judy whined and rolled her eyes, "not tonight, Hank!" She started to walk away, but I grabbed her arm and said, "Yes, tonight! No one is going to bed until I find out what machinations you two have wrought." "Machinations we've wrought? Christ, Hank, you make this sound like Shakespeare!" Judy said, pulling away and throwing herself down on a padded love seat. Terry walked over and sat next to her mother. I hooked a foot around a hassock leg and pulled it to me. I sat down and stared at my wife and daughter. We all sat in silence for a while until it became unbearable. I figured someone would break and I thought it would be Terry. And I was right. "It all started when mom was helping me with a, a, a female problem." "Yeah, we all know about the tampon fiasco." Terry scrunched her forehead and said, "No, not that!" And then her eyes widened and she stammered out, "It, it, was another kind of problem!" I frowned and opened my mouth to ask what kind of problem, but I think Terry saw what was coming and jumped right in. "We were talking about sex and mom said that the best person to learn from would be you! She said that her dad had been real gentle with her and you were the same way in bed!" Having gotten that out, Terry took in a deep breath and sat back down, not realizing she had just opened a Pandora's box. I spoke softly and my words came out in cadence, "Your... mother... said... I... would... be... a... good... person... to... learn... about... sex... from... because... her... father... had... been... gentle... with... her?" I looked at Judy who was blushing furiously. She gave Terry an elbow in the ribs and glared at her. I felt like I was in high school again. I got up and walked over to the bar. I poured out a couple of fingers of Scotch and took them down in one swallow. I looked up to see both of them staring at me and said, "This one I needed!" I slowly walked out of the room. I no longer wanted to listen to any explanations. My mind was overwrought and I thought it might come pouring out of my ears. I climbed the stairs and walked into the bedroom. I took off my clothes and neatly folded, and hung, and placed them in the closet. I was like an automaton. The gears in my head had slipped and now they just whirred aimlessly. I wasn't prepared to deal with what I had just heard. That one sentence had explained the events of the last few days, but it had also revealed something I wasn't prepared for. I climbed into bed and lie there, neither awake nor asleep. Sometime later, I felt Judy climb into bed beside me. She pressed her naked body against mine and then pulled me over on to my back. I hadn't even realized she had been in the room. I hadn't seen her take her clothes off or heard her use the bathroom. I could smell the freshness of her toothpaste. I felt a warm tear land on my cheek. It slid down and ran into the corner of my mouth. I felt its warm saltiness suffuse my taste buds. "Hank!" She said, and shook my shoulder. "Hank! I know you're awake. Please speak to me! Say something!" My mind tried to re-engage, but it didn't and when I tried to move my mouth it wouldn't. Judy let out a sob and shook me again, "Please, Hank! You know I love you. Only You. Please don't shut me out!" Her head dropped onto my shoulder and her tears ran down my back. I forced an arm under her body and held her to me. She cried quietly for a few minutes and then sought out my lips. She pressed her swollen lips against mine and sought reassurance from my kiss. Her hand reached down and sought out my cock. She stroked it quickly and when it failed to respond she threw off the sheets and slid down to take it into her mouth. She started sucking on it in desperation, but I still didn't respond. She broke into tears once again and lie with her head in my lap. I reached down and pulled her back up to me. I whispered, "Hey! Hey!" And brushed the hair from her face where it stuck to her wet cheeks. "There's no reason to cry." That only made it worse and she broke into blubbering sobs. My mind finally cleared. Only, it was the clarity of anger. I sat up and pulled her to a sitting position also. "Why the fuck are you crying?" I asked sharply. "I'm the one that just found out his wife married him because he reminded her of her father in bed!" Judy sucked in a deep breath and exclaimed, "Oh! Oh, no, Hank! That's not why I married you. Dear, God, that couldn't be further from the truth. I married you because your a kind, sweet, gentle man. Your smart and attractive." "Yeah! And, I fuck like your dad!" I shouted. "Stop saying that!" She shouted back. I saw red and pushed her onto her back. My cock was rampant now and I forced her legs apart. "Let's see if I fuck like your dad now!" I exclaimed and prepared to drive my cock into her dry cunt. "No! Hank! Please!" She implored. "Don't do this! Don't ruin our sex life!" Common sense prevailed and I shook my head to clear it. She was right. It would of been like rape and our lives would never have been the same again. But, I was still angry and I had to get out of bed. I clambered out and walked into the bathroom. I stood there for a few moments wondering what to do next and then decided to take a shower. I stepped into the cold stream of water and placed both hands on the wall as I bent over and let the water run over my neck. I felt Judy enter the shower and the water became warmer. She reached for the soap and started to suds up my back. I stayed in that position the entire time and Judy washed my entire body. The warmth soaked into my body and I started to relax. I stood and turned to look at Judy. She was still crying and her eyes were very red. Her lips were swollen and quivering. I had never loved her more. I gathered her in my arms and told her I was sorry for acting like a fool. She melted into my arms and we stood there until the water turned cold once again. An hour later we were sitting in the kitchen drinking home made hot cocoa and wearing large, fluffy terry cloth robes we had taken from the Hawaii Hilton on our honeymoon. We hadn't spoken a word since the shower. We had held hands the entire time, which made it damn hard to dry and dress. I looked at my wife. Her hair was wet and pulled back from her face. Her eyes were still red and her lips were still swollen. She squeezed my hand and I knew it was time. "Do you want to tell me about it?" She sighed and looked into her cocoa mug, searching for courage in tiny marshmallows. "I was fourteen, barely older than Terry, and I had hormones raging through my body. I had no friends. I was this frumpy, geeky, nerd." I had heard her or members of her family describe her in that fashion before, but I always found it hard to accept that this beauty before me hadn't been a pretty child. "I had found books in the library that talked about sex and masturbation and things like that, and I experimented in the darkness of my bedroom, but it only fueled my desire for more." A shudder ran through her body and she looked up at me. Moisture had returned to her eyes and I smiled at her, trying to be reassuring. She took in a tremulous breath and continued.... I reached out and grasped my wife's hand. I was trying to bolster her courage. I had finally gotten her to open up and she was telling me about her sexual awakening and how her father had become involved. "You can't imagine what it was like, Hank." She continued. "I was like this giant clit walking around seeking satisfaction. I started experimenting. At first I humped my pillow, but that wasn't good enough. I finally figured out how to use my hand, something I worked out while taking a shower." She stopped to take a sip of chocolate. Her eyes were un- focused and I could tell she was looking back upon old memories. She chuckled and continued, "I thought I had found something no one else had. I couldn't imagine that people knew about this and that they weren't screaming it from the rooftops. Then I realized I had no one to talk to about it. I approached my mother, but I couldn't come right out and ask her for details. We had the obligatory Birds and Bees conversation and I guess she thought I was content with that. I did ask her if she and dad had a good sex life and she let out how dad was a really nice lover. Those were her words, 'A really nice lover.'" She raised the mug to her lips again then frowned and pulled it away. She looked into it and realized it was empty. She got off her stool and walked over to the stove where more cocoa was simmering. Her back to me, she continued her story. "She couldn't have realized how those words would fuel my fantasies. I loved my dad. You know how close we are. I was his little girl." Judy had four older brothers. They all ranged about two years apart. "Well, I spent quite a few nights masturbating to thoughts of having sex with my dad. I had graduated to using 'things' then. I told you how I lost my virginity to a Christmas candle?" I nodded, but didn't say anything. This was her story and I didn't want to interrupt the flow. "God I was scared when that happened. I had been pushing things part way into my cunt as I masturbated and this one time, in a moment of ecstasy, I had jammed that thing all the way in. The pain had been sharp and short, but when I saw the traces of blood on the candle I thought sure I had hurt myself badly. I was too ashamed to tell anyone and I lie awake all that night thinking I was going to die." She turned from fixing her cocoa and came back to the breakfast island. "A couple of days later, I realized that the pain was gone and I had spent time at the library doing more research and finally realized what had happened. God, what a weight that had lifted. Sooooo, here I was back to pummeling my cunt at night and in the shower in the morning and all the time thinking about the only male that was nice to me." "My devious little mind started to plan his seduction. Mom was working at that K-Mart back then, so she wasn't home on weekends. My brothers were all old enough to drive and they were always gone. So I started by letting dad see me in skimpy underwear. I would parade around on Saturday and Sunday mornings with lacy underpants and my tightest tee shirts. I saw him watching me sometimes and it was a different look. Now I realize it was lust, but back then I didn't know if he was interested or angry." "Well this went on for some weeks, but it wasn't getting me laid so I figured I had better step up the intensity. I actually broke the shower head in the downstairs bath so that I would have to use one of the two upstairs. I told them that I had slipped and grabbed onto the shower head to stop myself from falling." Judy chuckled at the memory. "Dad said he couldn't understand how an eighty pound girl could do so much damage. Well, anyway, I would wait until mom was gone and one of my brothers was using the one bathroom. I would knock on the bedroom door and ask dad if I could use the master bath. Their bathroom had no door to it and if you stood at the foot of their bed you could see the mirror and the reflection of the shower's interior. Boy, did I give him a show. I would soap up my little tits and spread my legs so that he could see my cunt if he wanted to. I would stand in front of the mirror, naked, and dry my hair. I could see him watching and I made believe I didn't notice." Judy said she continued this practice for four or five weekends, but that nothing occurred. Then one day while she was drying her hair and knew that her father was watching she had noticed him doing something strange. She could only see him from the chest up, but she noticed his right arm seemed to be moving rhythmically and realized that he was jerking off. "I just froze, Hank. I stood there staring at his reflection in the mirror and he stared right back. Suddenly, I heard him groan and saw him close his eyes. His whole body seemed to shake. After he left I reached down and stroked myself to an earth moving orgasm. I only had to stroke my clit about three times to bring it on. God, I had caused my father to masturbate." She had put a halt to her seduction for a while. Suddenly it seemed too real, not the stuff of fantasy. But, virulent hormonal urges soon weakened her resolve and she once again embarked on her quest. The shower had been fixed by then so she had no excuse to use the ones upstairs. She began to notice her father would be downstairs earlier than usual on weekends so she started going from her room to the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Once, she had waited inside the bathroom door until she heard her father come down the stairs. She had wrapped the towel higher than usual and knew that her cunt was showing. She had stepped out of the bathroom and walked towards her room and her father. He had stood there and his eyes were bulging out of his sockets. "Oh, you should have seen the poor man, Hank!" She smiled. "It must of taken all of his resolve to not just throw me onto the ground and fuck me right there. His cock was hard and sticking straight out. We both just stood there. Me looking at the outline of his cock and him looking at my little cunt. I don't know what would have happened if we hadn't heard one of my brothers coming down the stairs." Several more weeks passed without incident after that episode. Judy had graduated to using a hair brush on herself and had also started using a little Vaseline because she was rubbing herself raw. Summer came along and like her brothers she asked her dad if she could work for him also. James had a small construction company and summer being the busiest time of the year had always insisted that his sons earn their keep by working on one of his sites. He was pleasantly surprised when Judy volunteered and used it to shame his sons into compliance. "You can imagine that dad didn't work me too hard," Judy reminisced, "I usually just went for stuff like nails and carried boards around. They all called me dad's 'little gofer'. I always thought they meant 'gopher' and I never asked why." The first weekend after she had started working, she and her father were sitting down to breakfast. Everyone else was gone and Judy was wearing her usual 'come fuck me' shirt and panties, when she groaned and told her dad that she was stiff all over. He told her a hot shower would take care of that, but she said she had tried that and that she was still really stiff. Her father had volunteered to rub her shoulders and she had eagerly accepted. The shoulder rub had extended to her arms at first and then to her upper back and soon his hands were coming further and further around to the front until his fingers were rubbing against the swell of her young breasts. "I was practically dripping in my panties. I swear you could smell my sex a mile away. I remember dad suddenly stopping and in this choked up voice he excused himself and went upstairs. I saw the front of his pants were tented out and knew he was going up to jerk off. I ran to my bedroom and wore the paint off of that damn hairbrush. You know," Judy thought for a moment, "I wonder if anyone ever noticed the sexual tension that was building up between us. Dad stopped calling me those little pet names he used and started calling me Judy. I mean, I knew right away that you were hot for Terry whenever she walked around in her undies." I had been taking a sip of cocoa and nearly choked on it. Once I recovered, I said, "I told you she shouldn't be walking around like that!" "I know you did, Hank. But, it was so precious seeing you trying to hide the fact that you were ogling your daughter and Terry doing her best to give you a free show." Judy laughed at my discomfort. "How about we take this upstairs. I don't know how much longer I can stay awake." I followed behind my wife as we climbed the stairs and had to fight the urge to grab her ass, which swayed right in front of my face. I hated to admit it, but listening to her story had made me somewhat randy. I didn't want to break the mood however so I restrained myself. As was our wont, we both slipped naked under the covers and she snuggled up to me. It had been an emotionally charged day and I thought sure that she would just doze off, but she picked up where she had left off. "Well Sunday came and after church dad and I found ourselves alone together again. He was reading his paper and I was watching TV or something. He asked me how my shoulders were and I picked up on the desire in voice right away so I told him I was still really sore." Judy had been twirling a finger in my chest hair and now it trailed the line of hair down to my stomach and she started running a finger around my navel. "Dad told me to roll over and he got down on the floor besides me. He started massaging my neck and shoulders and God that in itself felt so good. Soon though, he had straddled my upper legs and was massaging all up and down my back from the top of my ass to my neck. I could feel his crotch pressing into my ass and I would bunch up my ass muscles to increase the pressure. I could feel his hardness rubbing against me and the poor man started breathing hard." Judy's hand headed south and she started twirling my pubic hair. I responded and could feel my cock swelling and rolling on my thigh. "Well, he was huffing and puffing and pretty soon the back rub turned into him holding onto my sides and humping into my ass. I felt him take in a sharp breath and then he trembled all over. He got up then, not saying a word, and left me lying there. I was all flushed and so excited. I ran to my room and greased up the old hair brush. There was this wet spot on the back of my shorts and I realized that his cum had soaked right through his pants. This got me so hot that this time I didn't stop at one orgasm though and continued on to a second one." My cock was pointing straight in the air now and Judy reached down and pulled it so that it lay pointing up. She ran a finger gently along the under side of it from my balls to the crown. "Poor dad! He must have been racked with guilt. He avoided me for a week. He never once visited the job site I was at and the guys all kidded me about having been left in charge." Judy stopped and pondered for a second as she continued the gentle stroking on my cock. "You know, some of those carpenters were really hot. Especially the college guys who only worked in the summer. They would take off their shirts to show off their bodies and they flirted mercilessly with me. If it would have been a couple of years later I think I would have been behind the wood pile on more that one occasion." "Behind the wood pile, hunh?" I asked, my voice choked with arousal. "Yeah, the wood pile. I guess it was kind of a standard joke. The guys would always kid around about things they would do behind the wood pile. There was this one female carpenter, who I didn't care for because I guess she was like my competition, you know. Well anyway, I remember coming back from lunch one time and she and this college stud came around the corner from these stacks of two by fours and they were rearranging their clothes and stuff. I realized they had been having sex and my whole opinion of her changed right then and there. I suddenly thought she was real cool and I started hanging around with her. She would tell me about guys she went out with and about the things they would do." Judy had wrapped a hand around my cock and was slowly stroking up and down. She was more fondling me than trying to bring me off, but I was hard as a piece of lumber. "I guess she was my first real girl friend. Not 'girl friend'" Judy said emphasizing the platonic relationship. "But, someone I could talk to about these feelings I was having. I learned more about sex from her than from all of those books I had been reading. She had been fooling around with some of the guys at work and she would point this one out and tell me things like that one had a short dick, but it was real fat, and that one had a long skinny dick with a big head on it. She would tell me about what kind of sex they preferred. How one guy liked her on top, or another was really into oral sex, and how the guy with the skinny dick and big head kept trying to fuck her in the ass." She laughed out loud for a second. "I spent the whole summer blushing and turned on like a cat in heat. I remember telling her that I had never seen a penis and she was incredulous. She asked how could I grow up in a house with five men and never have seen a penis. I told her I didn't know, but that I never had. So she set this thing up one day when all the guys went off to lunch, where she had the guy with the skinny penis stay behind and she dragged him into a partially finished bathroom that had holes in the wall for the pipes to go through. She turned the guy sideways and pulled his pants down and she knelt down and sucked him off. "I was so turned on that I shoved a hand down my pants and brought myself off as I watched. I remember her pulling her mouth off and watching the guy shoot off onto her face before she went back down on him and that's when I came. I came so hard that I fell to my knees. They both heard the crash and came running out to find me scrambling to my feet. I remember the guy was all wild eyed and worried. He begged me not to tell anyone what I'd seen and I made believe that I had just gotten there and didn't know what he was talking about." Judy stopped stroking my cock then and threw a leg over my body. She sat down on my cock and started rubbing her cunt against it. She would do this at times. She liked to prolong her orgasms and she would sit there and run her clit along my engorged cock for a half hour before she succumbed to her arousal and came with a shudder. I didn't really like this position because it gave me a set of aching, blue balls, but thankfully she would usually take care of those as soon as she recovered. I put my hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples between thumb and index fingers. She moaned and leaned into my hands. "After all that talking with Marcie and after that little show she had provided me, I knew I had to get me some of that and I renewed my efforts with dad. He was acting normally towards me again and I worked up a plan. That next Saturday he was sitting on the sofa reading his paper when I came in to watch TV again. I had on a short, loose tee shirt and I positioned myself so that when I bent down to turn on the TV set he would be able to look up my blouse and see my boobs. I made a big production of going through channels looking for something I liked. I could see my dad's reflection in the picture tube and could see him peering at me over the paper. I finally quit fooling with the set and lie down in front of it with my ass pointing at my father." I had moved my hands down to Judy's hips now and was pulling and pushing her along my cock. She was still relating her story, but her breathing was coming in short gasps as she approached her orgasm. "I lie there with my legs spread a little so that dad could see the mound of my cunt. I shouted and grabbed the back of my thigh and dad asked me what was wrong. I told him that I was having a 'charlie horse' and he quickly got down and started rubbing my upper thigh. After a minute, I told him that I was better, but asked if he could continue rubbing my leg because it was sore. He kept on rubbing, but his hands started moving closer to my cunt. He would rub up to my ass cheeks and then down to the back of my knees. I know he could smell my arousal, because I could. "I remember his hand dipping down to the inside of my thigh and he started to rub upwards. I think I held my breath for a minute as I anticipated him touching me there. And then there it was, I could feel his fingers lightly brush against my cunt lips. And, Oh God! Hank!" Judy cried out and I held on to her as she was wracked with pleasure. She collapsed onto me and we lie quietly for a few minutes." She rolled off of me then and her hand trailed back down to my cock. I could feel the wetness on my cock from her orgasm and from my pre-cum. She brought her hand to her mouth and I watched in the dimness as she sucked the juices off her fingers. Her hand went down for more and she brought her hand up to my lips. She played her fingers along my lips and I stuck my tongue out to taste the tangy saltiness of her juices mingled with mine. She reached down again and wrapped her hand around my swollen cock. "It was like stars exploding in my head. Not just now, but with dad, I mean. Well actually, stars were exploding just now also, but anyway you know what I'm saying. It was the first time someone else had touched me down there. It took all of my control for me not to moan out loud. I spread my legs a little further apart and dad became bolder too. His hand would come up my leg and rub against my cunt. Each time would be a little longer and a little harder. Finally, I think he just threw all pretense to the winds and started running his finger up and down my cunt lips. I remember cumming so hard that I actually shouted. He just held his fingers there pressing into my clit and I clutched his hand between my thighs." Judy's hand was a little more insistent now as she stroked my cock. I moaned and knew I wouldn't last much longer. "I thought that he would run away like the last time, but he just knelt there. I rolled over and looked up at him and he was staring at me. His eyes were all glassy and I could see his chest moving up and down. I got up on my knees and reached for his zipper, all the while watching his face for any signs that I should stop, but he just stayed the way he was. I remember putting my hand into the opening of his underwear and feeling around for his cock. When I touched it, I thought I would get burnt. It was hot, you know, and it was hard, but soft also, you know what I mean. "I tried to be gentle and pulled on it so that it would come out of his fly, but I must have hurt him because he winced and grabbed my hand. Well, I thought that was the end of it but he stood up and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. His cock was sticking out of the slot in his boxers. It was amazing. Here I was looking at my dad's hard cock and I had caused it. It was different than the other guy's I had seen. "Dad's cock was dark, a ruddy color, and he was uncut so the skin wasn't pulled all the way back. I reached up and put my hand around it and stroked it gently. I remember his legs quivering and he let out this deep moan. I shimmied closer on my knees so that I could get a closer look at this thing. I was only a couple of inches away from it and could see this fluid bubbling out of the little slit." I pictured Judy on her knees in front of her father and I too moaned deeply. I could feel my balls pulling up against my body and knew that I would be exploding soon. "I stroked his cock slowly like I had seen Marcie do and it seemed so natural. I watched the drop of fluid build at the tip of his cock and then it started to stretch like it was going to fall off. I don't know why I did it, but I remember leaning forward and licking that little drop of fluid and the next thing I knew dad was shouting, 'Oh, God!' and I saw this shot of cum come flying out and it landed in my mouth. I was so surprised that I stopped stroking and dad grabbed my hand and started moving it up and down on his cock as ropes of cum came flying out and splashed against my face and hair." Picturing that drove me over the edge and I too shouted, "Jesus!" and Judy dove down onto my cock and took my load into her mouth. She swallowed everything I gave her and then she licked around the crown making sure she'd gotten all of it. My glans became sensitive and I reached for her arm and pulled her up. She laughed and kissed me deeply. "Well," she said, "that's how I seduced my father. Do you feel better now or do you still hate me." I gave her a 'you fool' look, but realized she probably couldn't see it in the dark so I pulled her to me again and drove my tongue back into her mouth. Pulling away I said, "I could never hate you, babe. You could fuck my dad and I wouldn't hate you. I might not like it, but I wouldn't hate you." "Well," she imped, "since you brought it up." Then she broke into peals of laughter as I reached down and tickled her ribs. "Stop it, Hank!" She shouted between gasps, "You know I'll wind up peeing in bed if you keep that up!" It had happened before so I stopped. "So?" I asked, "was that it? You and your father just stopped after that?" "No silly," she replied, "it got to be a regular thing after that. Usually on weekends, when mom was working and the boys were out. At first it was just him masturbating me and I would stroke and suck on his cock and let him blow his load in my face. I wasn't really keen on swallowing back then." "Lucky me!" I said. She poked me in the ribs and continued, "One Saturday, everyone had left the house and I was still in bed when he came into my room. I watched as he took off all of his clothes. That was the first time I'd seen him totally naked. He had this funny tan, you know, his arms and face and neck were brown and the rest of him was pale." "A blue collar tan," I said. "They have a name for that? Weird! Anyway, I knew this time would be different. I could see it in his eyes. He pulled the sheets off of me and then helped me take off my shirt and panties. I remember him standing there and looking at my body as he fondled his cock. It made me feel so grown up, you know, and I think that's what I'd been after all along. "Well, he climbed into bed with me and started kissing me. He kissed my eyes and my nose and put his tongue in my mouth and then he nibbled on my ear lobes and worked his way down to my neck. I couldn't believe that that stuff could be so arousing. By the time he reached my nipples I was so turned on I would have let him fuck me in the ass if he had asked." "Oh!" I said and reached for an ear lobe. She pushed me away with a chuckle. "Stop it! You pig!" she squealed and brought her shoulder up sharply to cover her ear, only she wound up hitting me in the jaw and my mouth slapped shut with a loud clap. She rolled over quickly and grabbed my face, "Oh, honey! Are you okay. I'm sorry, I was just fooling around." She was giving me small pecks all over my mouth and chin. "I'm fine, fine," I bemoaned, "luckily my tongue was back inside or half of it would be on your pillow right now." "Lucky for you it isn't," she jested, "or I probably wouldn't need you anymore." I reached over and pinched one of her nipples. She yelped and grabbed a hand full of chest hairs. "I give! I give!" I shouted. "I bet you do!" She said, and then pulled a hair out anyway. I yelped loudly and she added, "Just for good measure." "Jeeze," I said, rubbing my chest vigorously. "Damn that hurts!", "Oh yeah," she said and her hand snaked down to my pubic hair. "Keep it up and you'll really feel the burn." I reached a hand over and pinched some of her pubic hairs between my fingers. "Go ahead, punk! Make my day!" I said in my best Eastwood imitation. "God, that's terrible," she laughed and let my short hairs go. She rolled back into my side and said, "Okay. So where was I." "Your dad was munching on your nipples and you were contemplating letting him fuck you in the ass." "I didn't say that!" She exclaimed. "I didn't even know people did that back then. I just said that he had me so hot that I would have let him do anything he wanted. Anyway, he sucked on my nipples for a while and then he trailed his tongue down to my navel and then into my crotch. I remembered Marcie telling me about guys licking her cunt and about how good it felt. "I wasn't nearly prepared for the feeling that hit me when his tongue brushed against my clit. Dad lifted my legs over his shoulders and started licking away. He was like a starving puppy with a bowl of milk. Well, I didn't last long, let me tell you. And poor dad," She stifled a laugh, "I clamped my thighs so tightly around his neck that his face was turning purple by the time I let go." I laughed also because I remember the time I was eating her out in the bathtub and how she had nearly drowned me. Funny now, but not so then. "So dad recovered, and I have to give him credit, he never lost his erection. He got between my thighs and was holding his cock in his hand and pointed it at my cunt. I watched, fascinated, as the head slowly disappeared and then the shaft also. I felt so full. I had been stuffing my cunt with candles and hair brushes and various vegetables, but nothing was like this warm thing that pulsed and throbbed. There was no pain. I guess I had stretched myself out over the past few months. "He just started pumping into me. He kept moaning and groaning and he kept scrunching up his face and saying things like, 'Oh, fuck yeah!', and, 'Jesus, so tight' and I started feeling good again, but just when I was about there he shouted out and drove his cock all the way in and held it there." Now she really laughed out loud, "His face was so funny! I just stared at him. His eyes like rolled up into his head and his mouth was all slack and the muscles on his neck were like popping out, and he kept shuddering and making these unintelligible sounds. I would have laughed too, but I was frustrated because I was almost there and he had stopped. I shook his shoulders hoping he would keep on going, but he just rolled off me and lie there all huffing and puffing. Man, my first fuck and my first sexual frustration." Judy reached down and felt my half hard cock. "Ummmm," she said, a smile in her voice, "do you want to do it again?" I twisted my head and looked at the digital clock, "Are you nuts? It's two in the morning!" "So?" She asked and I could tell she was pouting. "You don't have to get up in the morning, it's Saturday." "Yeah?" I replied, "but, I remember someone telling me they had a very important conference tomorrow." "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "God damn Larry and his quarterly staff meetings!" "Okay," she said and rolled into me again. She placed an elbow on my chest and perched her chin in her palm. "Are you going to do it?" "Do what?" I asked, thinking she still wanted to mess around. "You know," she stated as though I was avoiding the question. "Are you going to fuck Terry?" "Ohhhhhhhh!" I groaned. "How can you ask me that. What is this perverse desire you have that I fuck our daughter?" "I don't know, Hank. But, when I think about it, it sends shivers through my cunt. And besides that, I don't want her screwing some sixteen year old jock who doesn't know his dick from his asshole!" She paused, waiting for my reply, but when I didn't answer right away she added, "And her first time should be special and good. Something that won't fuck up her entire sex life!" "Oh! And sleeping with her dad won't do that?" "Not if she wants it. It's only those assholes who force themselves on their little girls that cause all that sexual tension. Like, what's his face, Owens." "Yeah, yeah!" I responded, knowing she wasn't going to drop it until I said something. "Look! I'll think about it, okay?" "Promise me your not just saying that to stop my nagging?" I hesitated for a moment, knowing I would never break a promise made to Judy. "I promise I'll think seriously about it." "Good," she said and patted my chest, "Now go to sleep and stop keeping me awake." * * * I awoke the next morning and realized I was alone in bed. I glanced at the alarm and it was nine thirty. I got out of bed and took a long piss. I put on a pair of baggy sweat pants and stumbled down the stairs. I was about to push open the kitchen door when I heard voices within. I had forgotten that Kathy was here. I should have put on a shirt I thought to myself. I took in a breath, put a smile on my face, and charged the enemy. Kathy was standing over the stove. She had on a casual business suit and her hair was up. Her briefcase was by the door. She saw me and smiled. "Have a seat," she said, "the bacon is almost done." I took a deep breath and savored the odor of frying bacon. I turned towards the breakfast island and found Terry and Kathy looking at me. "God, dad!" Terry said, raising an eyebrow, "you're really getting buffed!" "I'll say!" Kathy added, then quickly glanced to see if Judy had taken offense. Judy came walking by me, carrying a plate piled high with bacon and eggs, and as she passed she smacked me on the butt. She swayed her hips and sung out, "A hunk, a hunk, a burning love." The girls twittered hysterically. I suddenly realized that I was going to be stuck alone with those two, and I turned to the coffee pot. Judy, nibbling on a piece of bacon, came to stand by me. "Are we okay?" she asked and searched my face. I smiled at her and said, "Hey, were just fine." She smiled and reached up to plant a kiss on my lips. This caused the two girls to go, "Hoooo!" I looked at them and raised a brow. They snickered and bent their heads together and whispered. I walked Judy to the front door. "You can't leave me alone with those two. God only knows what evil designs they're hatching." "Evil designs....." She rolled her eyes at me and added, "there you go talking like Shakespeare again. Besides, I'm not leaving you alone with them." Having said that she nodded to the open doorway and I turned just in time to see Little Suzie come walking in. Suzie's face lit up as she saw me and she blushed furiously. "Morning, Mister Jameson!" She sang out and went running to the kitchen. Judy looked at me with wide open eyes and tried to imitate Suzie, "Morning, Mister Jameson!" She winked and started walking away, but had to throw a parting shot over her shoulder. "Sounds like someone's in looooooove! Have fun!" I closed the door behind her. I leaned my forehead against the cool wood grain and moaned. Just then this explosion of laughter sounded from the kitchen and I seriously contemplated locking myself in the basement. I was alone in a house with three young nymphs. Every man's dream. My nightmare. I picked up the paper, which was on the side table by the door and wandered into the family room. I went to sit in one of the lounge chairs when I heard screaming laughter once again. I realized that if they the kitchen, this would be the room they'd probably hang out in so I moved on into the living room. I stretched out on the sofa and took up the sports page. I had worked my way through to the financial section when I heard Terry ask, "Will it bother you if we watch television, Dad?" I hadn't heard her come in and my knuckles whitened as I gripped the paper a little tighter. My mind went, "Uh-oh! Let the games begin." I didn't put the paper down and just spoke through it, "No, that's fine, honey. I'm almost done here anyway." I heard some rustling and fought the temptation to look at what they were doing, but I needn't have fought so hard because temptation came to me. "Watcha reading, Mr. Jameson?" Kathy asked. I knew it would be impolite not to put the paper down to answer, but it went down slowly. And sure enough there they were. From left to right there was Terry, who was wearing a tee shirt that was cropped to an inch below her breasts and a pair of pink panties; Suzie was in the middle, wearing a regular white tee shirt and white panties; and finally Kathy was at the right wearing a U of M tee shirt that came down to the tops of her knees. I opened my mouth to say something then closed it. I opened it again and closed it again. I must have looked like a guppy gasping for air. I thought I'd better say something before this became really awkward. "Isn't that my shirt?" I asked, looking at Kathy. Terry rolled her eyes and said, "Daddyyyy! She's got to wear something!" "Oh, I see, and you were all out of clothing?" I replied. Kathy's face scrunched up and I thought she was going to cry. "I don't mind her wearing it, but you should ask before going through my drawers." Terry shook her head in exasperation, a move she had picked up from her mother, and said, "It was in the dryer, Dad!" "Oh! Oh! I see. Well I apologize for the misunderstanding." I looked at Suzie, who had her hands clenched behind her back and was toeing the carpet. "Weren't you in street clothes when you came over this morning, Suzie?" Once again, Terry jumped in, "Daddyyy! Were having a pretend sleep over." "A pretend sleep over? Hummm! Well, whatever, have fun," having said that, I raised the paper back up to hide my face. I chided myself for letting them get to me, but my wife's story from the previous evening, or was it this early morning, scrolled through my mind. I remember how she had affected the seduction of her father by parading around in her undies and lying in front of the TV giving him 'beaver' shots. I realized suddenly that my cock was responding to my lurid thoughts. 'Oh, dear God, no!' I said to myself and quickly tried to think of something else, but it kept rising. I lowered the paper and laid it across my lap. This brought the three girls back into view. They were facing away from me and lying on a couple of opened up sleeping bags. My first thought was 'how could I have missed those?' But then I quickly took in the scene before me. Terry was on her knees and leaning on one hand as the other played with the channel buttons on the TV. Her cropped top hung away from her breasts and they hung there in all their glory. I could even see part of the full nipples at their apex. My eyes moved back to her ass and the space between her thighs. Her thick labia pushed against the material of her panties. I groaned quietly and tore my eyes from her body, only to run my eyes over the other two girls. Suzie was in a more modest position. She lie on her stomach, her arms bent at the elbow held her head up, and she had her legs bent at the knees with ankles crossed. My glance roamed over to Kathy and my heart stopped. My old college tee shirt had worked its way upwards and I was looking at the bottom of what appeared to be a naked ass. My cock responded by jumping upwards and slapping against the newspaper. The sound drew Kathy's eyes over her shoulder and she smiled when she saw me looking at her. Her legs opened slightly and I realized she was wearing a pair of thong panties. The thong outlined every fold of her cunt and a few wisps of pubic hair sprouted out either side. Kathy's eyes moved down to where my cock was bobbing up and down and her smile turned to a leer. I spun into a sitting position and gathering up the newspaper I held it in front of me as I got up and walked out of the living room. I stopped just outside the door to adjust myself and I heard Kathy whisper to the other two. "I told you he'd pop a boner! You should have seen it, the newspaper was dancing all over the place!" All three broke into twittering laughter. I took the stairs up to the bedroom two at a time. I closed the door and stood there breathless. I was in a Faustian nightmare, or maybe a version of Dante's inferno. Wherever I was, it wasn't reality. A few days ago, I was a simple husband with a beautiful wife and equally beautiful daughter. A daughter who was in the midst of a hormonal rage and who was trying to find out if her father found her desirable. A scenario that was being played out in a million households. Only, in this household, the father had succumbed to the daughter and had tossed in a couple of her friends, just for good measure. I took off my sweat pants and let my cock lead me to the shower. I turned the shower on and started to wash. By the time I had gotten down to my cock it was still rampant, so I grabbed it and did the only thing any blue blooded male would have down, I started pumping like a madman. A series of lurid images passed through my mind like an x-rated slide show. I saw Kathy's thong covered pussy; my daughter's naked body as she lowered her cunt to my waiting mouth; my father-in-law driving his cock into my wife, his daughter; Little Suzie pulling and twisting on her breasts as I drove my cock into her; Kathy again, only this time, slowly sliding her tight cunt onto my pulsing cock. I moaned loudly as my cum mingled with the shower spray. My legs trembled and I grasped the safety rod along the shower wall. I let the warm water play against my body. I felt totally drained. I turned off the shower, toweled myself dry, brushed my teeth, shaved, put on deodorant, and went to find something to wear. The newspaper reported that the day would be nice and clear with temperatures in the low eighties. It was the last week of school, the second week of June, and, so far, the fairest week we'd had that spring. I remember that we'd had the pool guy come out that week for the first cleaning of the year and I wondered if the water would be warm enough to go swimming. I pulled on my swim trunks and a tee shirt. I quietly went down the stairs. I could hear the murmur from the television. I figured that my best route of escape would be through the kitchen, through the adjoining door into the garage, and out the garage's back door onto the patio area. I walked as quietly as possible. I hesitated at the kitchen door and listened for any sounds within. Hearing none, I went quickly through and into the garage. "Ha-haaa! Yessss!" I said aloud, celebrating my successful evasion of the three girls. I pulled open the garage door and stepped out onto the patio, only to be greeted by the playful screams of my daughter and her two friends as they gamboled about in the pool. This was too much. I marched over to the pool and the girls stopped when they saw me approach. "I thought you were having a 'pretend sleepover'?" I asked, tersely. Terry tread water and said, "Oh, daddyyy! It was too nice to stay indoors!" I noticed Kathy approach the ladder and start climbing out. I turned my head to indicate the house and asked, "You couldn't turn the television off?" I turned back just in time to see Kathy reach the top rung. She was naked. My eyes must have popped out of my head and like a schoolboy I stated the obvious, "You're naked!" Kathy walked to within arms length and placing her hands on her hips she said, "Nothing you haven't seen already!" I opened my mouth to protest, but Kathy sprung forward, grabbed my arm and dragged me into the pool along with her. I surfaced, and brushing the hair out of my eyes, I coughed up the little amount of water I had in my mouth. I wanted to be angry, but couldn't. Terry and Suzie had broken out into peals of laughter, but Kathy stood before me and smiled. Her eyes were filled with apprehension, wondering how I was going to respond to this bit of horseplay. I narrowed my eyes and said, "That wasn't very nice!" and finished off the statement by placing my hands on her shoulders and pushing her under the surface. The other two girls squealed even louder and swam over to help their friend. I was quickly surrounded by the three of them as they fought to push me under the water. We had wended our way towards the deep end where I could still reach the bottom, but they had to tread water, so they weren't being too successful at dunking me. Suddenly someone took a different tack. I felt my bathing trunks being pulled down. I shouted, "Hey!" And make a grab for my trunks. This left me vulnerable and Terry and Kathy took advantage of my momentary distraction and shoved me under the water. I used my arms to re surface and by then my trunks were gone. Someone was behind me and I felt her grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up my torso and over my head. I reached for the shirt and someone grabbed my ankles and yanked. Under I went again. I pulled the shirt off of my face so that I could see and now I was as naked as the three of them. I looked around while still under water and I could see breasts and cunts everywhere. It must have been quite a scene. I was in the deep end, literally and figuratively, treading water. The three girls were six feet in front of me. They were side by side treading water and they all had this evil glint in their eyes. I now knew what the last thoughts were in the antelope's mind just before the lions attacked. A shadow fell across the water and a familiar voice said, "Looks like they got you cornered, big guy!" I looked up and saw Big Suzie standing there, just as Little Suzie shouted, "Mom!" and ducked under the water. I don't know how long she thought she could stay under and it wasn't a really good hiding place. The other two girls stared wide eyed at their friend's mother. Suzanne smiled at them and said, "Mind if I join you?" Before I could utter a word of complaint she had pulled her summer dress over her head, slipped off her sandals and dived into the pool. I had a lingering image in my mind of pink nipples, a rippling abdomen, and a shaved cunt. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Suzanne bobbed up in front of me and splashed water at me. Terry and Kathy both yelled, "Yeah!" And they also approached. Little Suzie had surfaced and was wiping water from her eyes as she stared incredulously at her mother's antics. She made up her mind and joined the other three in splashing water at me. I splashed back and tried to extricate myself from this vulnerable position, but it was no use. I was surrounded and they converged on me, pinning me back against the side wall of the pool. Terry and Kathy each held one of my arms and grasped the edge of the pool. Suzanne was in front of me and with a grin on her face dove under the water. Little Suzie stayed back and watched her mother. Splashing about with four naked females had had the obvious effect on me and my cock . I suddenly felt a warmth surround its hardness and knew that Suzanne had placed her mouth around my member. She tried valiantly to suck on me, but that's a difficult thing to do underwater. She surfaced and brushed her hair out of her face. She looked at me and ran her tongue around her lips, "Ummmm, that's nice. Judy, you always said he had a nice cock! Now I know what you meant." It took a moment for my mind to engage and I finally realized that if Suzanne was back from the meeting so was my wife. I looked around wild eyed and saw Judy slipping, naked into the pool. She swam over to us and sliding between me and Suzanne she wrapped her legs around my waist and drove her tongue into my mouth. A moment later I once again felt a warm mouth on my cock. Then a hand grasped it at the base and pointed it upwards. I felt the head of my cock rub against flesh and then I felt my wife's cunt open around it. I slid easily inside and we both moaned into each other's mouths. I heard Suzanne say, "Now that is fucking hot!" And the three girls twittered. They had let go of my arms now and I wrapped them around Judy, but that only caused us to slip under the water and I had to let go so I could pull us back up. I put my arms back and grasped the edge of the pool. Judy winked at me and said, "Hold on, I'll do the work." And she started thrusting herself onto my cock. I saw a pair of hands come around and grasp Judy's breasts. Suzanne played with her nipples for a while then one of her hands disappeared. Judy let out a sudden gasp and jerked against me. Then she moaned and leaned her head into my shoulder. "You like that?" Suzanne asked and I could feel a finger in Judy's ass as it rubbed against my thrusting cock. Judy nodded and said, "Ummm-hmmm!" Suddenly she moaned and her body shook against mine. Her muscles went slack and I had to put an arm around her to prevent her from slipping away. Suddenly Suzanne pulled Judy away and said, "My turn!" But, Judy grabbed her arm and pulled her away, saying, "Wait!" Judy looked around and said, "Terry, come here!" Terry had been a few feet away, holding on to the edge of the pool with one hand and rubbing at her cunt with the other. This had been almost as hot as the other day in her bedroom she was thinking when her mother called to her. Her eyes bulged out of her head as she realized what Judy intended, "But, Mom! I can't..., I, not in front of ..." and her eyes swept across everyone in the pool. Everyone was staring at her, including me. Kathy whispered, "go on!" Suzanne said, "You'd better get some, baby girl, or I will!" Terry inched slowly towards me, her eyes never leaving mine, searching my face for any indication of encouragement or denial. She was within arms length so I reached out and pulled her into me. Her eyes got wider as she felt my cock rub against her stomach. She wrapped her hands around my neck and tried to rise up so that I could enter her. "Put your legs around his waist," My wife encouraged. Once again, I felt a hand grasp and guide my cock. I felt my cock press against her meaty labia. They slowly parted and wrapped around the head of my cock. She pulled herself up a little and I felt the tip of my cock nudge her cunt open. Her mouth formed a silent 'O' as she slowly let her weight push me into her. She wasn't a virgin, but she was tight. Her cunt clenched and unclenched around my shaft as it slid deeper into her. Her pelvis came to rest against mine and she threw her head back and moaned. Her eyes fluttered and she started moving up and down. Slowly at first and then clutching my neck she plunged up and down. I heard a voice say, "Damn!" And then I heard Judy say, "Ride 'im, cowgirl!" This wasn't exactly the gentle approach to deflowering my daughter that I thought Judy had intended, but it seemed to be working just fine. Terry started making little noises like, "Unnn, unnn, unnn" as she pistonned up and down. Suddenly she drove her mouth against mine and plunged her tongue past my lips as her cunt exploded around my cock. I thought she was going to strangle me, but let the kiss go on for a few moments longer. Just when I needed air she pulled her mouth away. I sucked in a lung full of air and looked at her face. She was flushed and glassy eyed. There was a strange smile on her face. I could feel her cunt pulsing around my cock. Damn, she had a fine cunt. She would be an incredible sex partner for some lucky guy. "Okay, okay!" I heard Suzanne say. "Can I fuck him now?" She asked. I heard Judy laugh and say, "Go ahead, you've been wanting to for ten years now." With a wistful look in her eyes, Terry pulled off of me and swam over to her friends. Suzanne's face popped up in front of mine and she said, "You got enough left for me, big guy? You gonna give Big Suzie a special birthday present? The same gift you gave Little Suzie?" My eyes shot wide and I looked at her face. She laughed and wrapped her hands and legs around me. She reached between us and found my still rock hard cock. "Oh, yeah!" she whispered to herself. She rose up a little and I felt another cunt slide around my cock. She slid down and I reached bottom before I was all the way in. She had a cunt built like a young girl's, tight and hot. I guessed that I had been wrong about her fooling around on Fred. No one could screw around and be this tight. I felt the spongy ring of her cervix pressing against my cock. She moved her hips around and I felt my cock push into it. It was like a large rubber band was wrapped around my cock head. "Oh sweet ever loving mother!" she moaned and rubbed her pelvis against mine. I saw a pair of hands come around her sides and Judy began to fondle her nipples. Suzanne moaned and made small thrusting motions against my cock. She was rolling her hips and driving her clit against my pelvic bone. I saw one of Judy's hand disappear and Suzanne's eyes shot open. "You like that?" Judy asked, paying her friend back for earlier. Suzanne moaned and started making small motions against my cock. Her motions became more and more erratic and my cock was suddenly pulled out of her cervix. It was so tight that it almost hurt. She groaned and stopped moving for a second. She pressed down again and I popped back in. She let out a loud squeal and she too came around my cock. Suzanne was a big woman and I thought she was going to break my back as she squeezed her strong thighs. She too drove her mouth onto mine and we played tonsil hockey for a few moments while her sexual high slowly subsided. She pulled off me and clutched the side of the pool to my right. Judy was holding on to the edge on my other side. "God, Judy!" Suzanne pouted, "how could you have kept that to yourself all this time?" "Yeah, right!" Judy said, arching her brow, "like I was going to let you at him, you Amazon!" "Ladies, ladies," I said, "it's not like I'm King Kong or something." Judy smiled and reached down into the water to fondle my aching member. "Never said you were, lover. It's just the right size. Not too long, not too short, not too fat, not too thin." Judy started stroking my cock and Suzanne reached down and played with my balls. I closed my eyes and heard both of them chuckle. I suddenly dropped down under the water and swam away. I resurfaced a dozen feet away and stood there looking at them. "What's wrong, hon?" Judy asked, a puzzled expression on her face. "You know," I said, "I've been having all this sex lately and the only time I've cum inside of someone was when I fucked Little Suzie! I'd like to..." then I paused for second and thought. "Oh, Jesus," I turned quickly to look at Little Suzie who was looking back wide eyed. I spun around and looked at Big Suzie. Big Suzie laughed and said, "That's okay, Hank. We put her on the pill the day she turned thirteen." I let out a sigh and heard Terry say, "I'm on the pill too, daddy!" I was facing Judy and my right eyebrow went up in an unspoken question. Judy shrugged and said, "I knew it was only a matter of time." I turned again and found myself facing Kathy. The young girl was chewing on her bottom lip. She looked about ready to cry and she said, "Please!" and wrapped her arms around my neck. I was only waist deep now and I reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks. I picked her up and slowly slid her down on my cock. She smiled and said, "I'm on the pill too!" I waded over to the side of the pool and sat her down where my cock was even with her cunt. I drove into her and she leaned back onto her elbows. Her legs spread and floating in the water on either side of me. I started stroking slowly as I got used to the tightness of her thirteen year old cunt. I wanted this to last and I took slow easy strokes. I was pumping away when a shadow fell across us and I looked up to find Little Suzie's dripping body standing in the grass. She got down on her knees, bent over, and started licking one of Kathy's nipples. I stroked slowly and Suzie licked and squeezed. She straightened for a moment and pushed down on Kathy's chest. Kathy relaxed her arms and lie all the way down upon her back. Little Suzie threw a leg across her chest and proffered her cunt to her friend. I could see between Suzie's legs and saw Kathy extend her tongue and take a swipe at Suzie's dripping cunt. I heard Big Suzie say, incredulously, "That's my little girl!" I blocked out all other comments and concentrated on the rapture that surrounded my oily cock. There was cunt juice from three other women on there now and a foam gathered at the entrance to Kathy's cunt. Little Suzie was the first to climax. Her slender form gyrated on Kathy's face for a few moments and then she collapsed to the side. I watched Kathy's face as I stroked into her. She had a blissful look on her cum glazed face. I was pulling almost all the way out and driving all the way in now, and it felt great. I didn't think I could delay much longer. My ass cheeks clenched and unclenched as I tried to hold back just a little longer then Kathy moaned out, "Yessss!" and arched her back. That's all it took and my cum splooged into her. It felt like I was pumping a gallon of cum into her and it started leaking around my cock like icing melting off a hot cinnamon roll. I finally had enough and fell back into the water. I floated there for a minute and then looked around me. It looked like I was at a Roman orgy. Big Suzie had her head between Kathy's wide spread thighs and was slurping up all the cum leaking out of her. I looked over and was shocked to see my wife and daughter locked in a sixty- nine on one of the chaise-lounges. Little Suzie was back on her knees and watching her mother eat out her friend as she drove a finger into herself. I felt my cock stir and couldn't believe it. The head stuck out of the water a couple of inches and as I looked past it I saw Little Suzie looking also with a big smile on her face. She got onto her feet and dove into the pool. Her face came up inches away from my cock and she looked at me and smiled as she reached for it. 'What the hell,' I thought, 'I've sold my soul to the devil! Might as well enjoy it while I can.' I smiled at Little Suzie and picked her up in my arms. I headed for the edge of the pool where another chaise lay waiting. I remembered her pension for a hard fuck and thought this would be better than in the water. I dropped her onto the chaise and climbed out of the pool. She looked up at my dripping body and down to my tumescent cock. She licked her lips and smiled. I looked at her thirteen year old body and shook my head. How can they be so developed I wondered then said to her, "Are you ready, little girl?" She looked up from my cock and smiled. "Ummm-hmmm!" She moaned. The End *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 23