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(MFg, ped, bi, inc, exh, 1st) *** "You what?" She asked; a look of shock contorting her features. I knew she had heard me and so I did not answer her question. I sat and watched her face go through a gamut of expressions as she digested what I'd just told her. Her right hand was on the table top and she absentmindedly drummed her fingers. "Have..." she began and then stopped to swallow the dryness in her throat. "Have you ever done anything..." She continued and let the implication hang in the air. "No," I answered. My answer was unexpected and she fidgeted as questions formed in her mind. I could tell she wanted to ask them, but she either didn't want to know or her mind was in too much of a jumble to be able to form an intelligent question. I simply waited. She suddenly pushed away from the table and walked over to the kitchen counter. She gazed out the window, but I don't think she actually saw anything except the pictures inside of her head. "I-I don't understand," she finally said, turning to face me. "How do you know you like that if you've never done anything?" I shrugged and realized she couldn't see my silent response so I finally spoke out. "I just know." "D-Do you w-want to do those things?" She asked and turned to watch me answer. "It excites me, but I don't think I could ever actually do anything like that." "I don't understand, Paul," she said and her mouth opened and closed as she tried, but could not continue. There were too many questions; too many pictures in her mind; too much of everything. She had confronted me as I sat down to eat a late supper. I had never hidden my computer access password and had trusted her sense of privacy. But, I'd been wrong. She had decided on searching my account to see if I was having an affair. Why she thought I was having an affair I couldn't understand. I was a devoted husband. I worked and took care of the house and yard. I didn't have any "bowling" nights or nights "out with the guys." I was an attentive lover. We still made love several times a week. My wife, at forty, was a beautiful and sexy woman and still turned me on immensely. She had kept her figure and was still a head turner. She had C-cup breasts that a teenage girl would be proud of and her narrow waist accentuated them nicely. Her chestnut hair was full and hung past her shoulders with yet a hint of gray. Her hips were narrow and her ass was high, tight, and round. She was a dream woman. The wife that all the other guys wished was theirs and the one that all the other women envied and hated. "I'm not enough for you?" She asked and I could see the hint of a tear in the corner of her left eye. "You're more than enough for me," I answered. My heart tumbled inside my chest as the pain of hurting her affected me. My voice clouded with emotion. I rose up off my chair and went to her. I put my arms around her and she did not resist me, but neither did she return the hug. After hugging her for a while, I leaned back and looked down at her. "Look," I said, hoping I could explain this. "I can't explain it. I came across some stuff one day and it fascinated me. I realized that it excited me and so I kept on looking for it and I found it was all over the internet. I'll erase all that stuff. I won't look at it any more. I promise." She studied my face for a moment and then shook her head as though that might clear her mind. "It's too late, Paul," she said. "It's not something you can just erase and make believe it never happened." "I know, I know," I said, but didn't know what else to say. "I-I... just have to think about this, Paul," she said, and walked away from me. I watched as the kitchen door swung closed behind her and wondered if it signified something greater. My wife had, for some as yet unspoken reason, believed that I was fucking one of her friends and she had searched for my password so that she could check out my on line account for any tell tale emails to verify her suspicions. What she had found instead were a number of pictures of young girls and boys. Very young. They were in all stages of undress and some were taking part in sexual activities. There were young kids sucking large adult cocks; cum spraying on their small upturned faces. There were large cocks spreading open their cunts and driving into their asses. I had been amazed the first time I'd run across these pictures. I imagined that they would only be passed around by people with similar tastes. I had never imagined that such images would be posted for anyone to find. The first time I'd seen such pictures, I'd hurriedly closed down my browser and sat in paranoid silence. I pictured super-vigilant agents of the government beating down my door, but I soon laughed at myself and then tentatively sought out the site once again. There was a series of pictures with a man presenting his cock to a girl I assumed to be his daughter. She appeared to be no older than six. A small blonde haired, blue eyed, nymphet. As the series progressed, the young girl grasped the fat, engorged cock and I assumed she was jerking it off. Then, the girl stuck her tongue out and licked the plum shaped head. In the last few pictures, the fat head was pushed into her small mouth. I became aroused as I looked at the series of pictures and then realized that I'd been fondling myself through the cloth of my pants. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and was clearly outlined through the cotton fabric. A small, dark, wet spot appeared near the larger shape of my cock's head. I felt a sense of guilt as I fondled myself like a teenager. I knew no one else was at home so I decided to unzip my pants and free my hard member. It stuck up through the opening of my fly and the head glistened with seminal fluid. I gazed at the pictures once again and stroked my stone hard cock. It only took a few minutes before a gush of semen came spurting up and onto the computer keyboard. It was quickly followed by more gouts of whitish gunk that splashed onto my shirt and back down onto my crotch. I had not cum that hard in ages and it drained me. I sat, slumped in my chair, and let the feeling wash over me. I almost dozed off, but the nagging thought that I should clean up stirred me. I sopped up as much cum as I could before shoving my soiled clothes into the laundry hamper, hoping my wife wouldn't notice the strange stains. Explanations of spilled soup already forming in my head. Little did I know that those stains would fuel my wife's imaginations and cause her to wonder if I was enjoying the fruit of someone else's loins. I put on a pair of sweats and went back into the den. The lurid pictures confronted me as I sat back down and I quickly closed the open window. I thought about what I'd just done and wondered at my arousal. I couldn't understand why pictures of a young kids having sex had been so exciting to me. I had never had any sexual attraction to young girls before. In truth, I had never been presented with such blatant visuals before either. I had daughters of my own and I knew that sexual thoughts had never even crossed my mind when I looked at them. Even when it was my turn to give them baths the sight of their childish cunts had not provoked any such imaginings. But now, I suddenly pictured my own daughters fondling my cock and I suddenly found myself erect once again. I had felt a certain guilt after my actions that day and had resisted the urge to repeat my actions, but, a couple of weeks later, I was searching once again. I soon found a Russian site with a large number of photos. The photos only showed young girls posing and not having sex. Yet, the pictures of the young girls with legs spread and gleaming little cunts aroused me once again. I was prepared this time and pulled my sweats down to my knees. My tumescent cock swayed in the air as it waited to be stroked. I did not waste time and my hand was soon a blur as I moved from one picture to the next. I tried to hold off in order to increase my pleasure. I would stroke to the edge of orgasm and then release my cock. I could feel it throbbing and the fat head was flushed with blood. I soon reached the end of the picture file and so I clicked on some of the links. I couldn't tell where they led since I couldn't read the Cyrillic characters. The first one led to a sign-up page and I hit the return arrow. The next appeared to be instructions on how to download a Flash player and so I returned again. The third was a list of links with associated pictures. Young boys and girls stared back at me. Some of them holding large, hard cocks; some with cum spattering their faces; others simply lie naked with outspread legs; and some were of young boys having sex with men and other boys. I began clicking on the links and most of them were broken links or led to pay sites with no pictures available. Then, I struck pay dirt once again. I found another site with hardcore pictures of boys and girls having sex with adults and other children. My cock waved it's swollen head in anticipation of what was to come; or should I say cum. I stroked feverishly as I enlarged each successive thumbnail picture. The picture that brought me over the edge was a young girl kneeling before a man whose cock stuck out of his unzipped trousers. Cum ran down her chin and onto her chest. The girl looked like my oldest daughter, who is nine years old. My cock erupted once again and cum flew up to smack the underside of my chin. There was cum everywhere; on my hand, my face, my chest, my balls, on the desk top. I sat, slumped, with eyes glazed for I don't know how long. Finally, I took the tissues I had brought with me to clean up the mess. I laughed aloud as I tried to sop up all of the translucent gunk. I felt physically drained. More so than when I had sex with my wife. ** That evening, as we sat down to supper, I looked at my two daughters in a different way. We had been late parents. My wife had wanted to establish her career before having children. Heather was nine and Kathleen was eight. They were both beautiful little tow headed waifs. Perfect images of their mother except with lighter coloring. Both had round little butts that attracted a lot of attention. I had caught many a man looking at my daughters' asses. It had bothered me on occasion, but now I understood. I remembered the pictures I'd jerked off to and pictured my daughters doing those things to me. My cock stretched the material at my crotch and I had to reach down and adjust myself. I suddenly felt an overwhelming guilt and I was lucky that no one was looking at me because I felt my face flush. That was not the last time those thoughts would come to me. I began to lust after my daughters, but that was the extent of my actions. For a while anyway. All of these things had occurred within the last few months and now my wife had become aware of my perversion. I had, stupidly, saved some of the more vivid pictures in order to indulge my urges and these are what she had found. As I sat in the darkening kitchen, I wondered what fate had in store for me. Would Melissa leave me? Would she take my daughters away? Would she feel she had to protect them from my new found obsession? A sadness washed over me and I got up to find a drink. I went to the den to where the liquor cabinet was and was shocked at what I found. My wife sat before the computer and she looked at the pictures I had saved. The material of her shorts were bunched at the crotch where her right hand rubbed at her cunt and her left hand kneaded her right breast. She was making quiet grunts as she dug at her cunt. My cock threatened to tear through the material of my pants. I slowly approached her and stood by her side. She barely acknowledged my presence. I reached out slowly and placed a hand on her left breast. She moaned loudly as I gently squeezed. I replaced her hand on the other breast and gently kneaded her large mounds. Her nipples had hardened into hard little pebbles. I pinched both of them and she let out a loud groan. I unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her front hooking bra. Her luscious tits begged for attention. I slid my hands between her upper arms and her body and pulled her up to her feet. She looked at me in confusion and then gasped as I reached for the button to her walking shorts. There was a large wet stain at her crotch. I unbuttoned the shorts and let them fall to her ankles. She shrugged and let her bra and blouse fall to the floor as well. Her white panties were translucent with her juices and I could see her neatly trimmed pubic hairs matted within. I slid her panties down to reveal her swollen cunt lips and the excited clitoris poking out at the top. I pushed her back down into the chair and knelt before her. I tugged the shorts and panties off of her left foot and gently spread her legs. She realized what I was intending and spread her legs wide. She almost shouted out in reaction to my tongue touching her there. She slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle any further outbursts as my tongue dove into her dripping cunt. Her entire body trembled as I licked and jabbed at her cunt lips and clit. She rested a hand on the back of my head and her fingers slowly ran through my hair. I glanced up and saw that she was staring at the computer screen again. Melissa moaned and shook as I savored her juicy cunt. She had a pronounced clit and I sucked on it like a tiny cock. I reached up and drove two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Her juices ran down my fingers and my hand was soon glistening. She moaned with every thrust and I knew she was near. Her orgasm was earth shaking. Her thighs slammed shut around my head and she held me tightly. I continued to lick her clit and she shook and groaned in ecstasy. Her orgasm went on for a long time and I thought I might never take breath again. She finally slumped and pushed my probing tongue away. "Sweet Jesus!" Melissa whispered as she sat back with her eyes closed. Her body shook once again as another spasm ran through her. Her legs were spread wide on either side of my body and her cunt was swollen and flowered open before my eyes. Juices seeped slowly from her uterus and ran, like beads of sweat, down into the crack of her ass. I reached down and unzipped my pants and fished out my throbbing cock. A bead of seminal fluid dropped from the end and dangled on a silvery thread. I reached out and grasped the back of each of her knees. Melissa's eyes snapped open and she frowned, wondering what I was doing. I pulled her forward slightly so that her ass was on the edge of the chair and then I raised her legs up onto my shoulders. Melissa realized what I was doing and a smile appeared on her lips. I straightened up so that my cock was even with her juicy cunt and drove myself into her with one quick shove. "Oh!" She shouted at the sensation and closed her eyes to savor it. I pulled almost all the way out and drove into her again. This time she only moaned. Our love making was usually a gentle affair. We like a lot of foreplay. Usually, Melissa would suck on my cock until I came into her mouth and then I would play with her body. I would nibble on her breasts and she would squeal and moan; then I would work my way down her body, licking and nibbling as I went. I would avoid her cunt at first and work my way down to her knees. The inside of her knees were very sensitive and her breath would catch in her throat as I licked the inside of each one. I would then lick and kiss the inside of her thighs as I worked my way up to her juicy cunt. She would buck and moan as I finally passed my tongue over her cunt lips. I would tease her with my tongue until she could no longer stand it and then I would attack her clit and bring her to orgasm. I would then slide up on top of her and push my re-aroused cock into her. We would fuck in a number of positions until we both had another orgasm. It wasn't unusual for Melissa to have several orgasms before I erupted into her. Like I said, my wife was something else. This time, however, there was no finesse in my actions. I just drove into her as hard as I could and she grunted and moaned with every stroke. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. I watched her tongue continually wetting her lips, which were being dried by the hot breath being exhaled with her moans. I was relentless in my pounding of her sopping cunt. I could feel her juices soaking into my pubis and looked down to see the front of my pants were soaking as well. I could also feel my orgasm building up with every stroke. The feeling was exquisite. My balls pulled up into a tight ball in anticipation of spewing their milky load. Melissa's moans became louder and I could tell she was nearing orgasm as well. I slammed into her over and over and the den was filled with the sloppy splattering sound of our violent coupling. My orgasm struck me and I barked out like a dog. I push hard into her and the chair rocked back and threatened to overturn. I could feel my cum spewing into her and my body shook with the ecstasy. My back tightened and arched and my thighs quivered. I groaned with every spurt. Melissa was even more vocal than I. She had reached climax at the same time that I did. Her head rocked side to side and she had her arms wrapped around her chest as she moaned loudly. "My God! My God!" She moaned over and over again. I finally pulled out of her and grunted as her nether lips brushed against the overly sensitive mushroom head of my cock. I lowered her legs to the floor then spread them and leaned in to hug my wife. Melissa's head was on my shoulder and I heard her whisper, "Holy fuck!" This was amazing in of itself since she never used profanity. I chuckled at the sound of it and said, "Uh huhn." It was then that I caught a motion out of the corner of my eye. I knew instantly what it was and forced myself not to react to it. I could only imagine that our violent and vocal love making had awakened and caused her to come find out what was going on. There she stood with disheveled, blonde, pillow hair. The left side of her pajama top was hanging out of the bottoms. She was barefoot; our nine year old daughter Heather. The door to the den had either been left ajar or she had pushed it open to the width of her body. I looked towards her without turning my head and could see the look of amazement and wonder on her face. I wondered how long she'd been standing there. How much of our lascivious actions she had seen. I wondered what feelings had been created in her mind. Was she simply curious? Did she understand what we had been doing? Was she repulsed? Or, was she, perhaps, aroused? I watched as she quietly stepped back and then disappeared from the door way. "We had an audience," I whispered to Melissa. "I know," she whispered back. I pushed out of our embrace and looked into her eyes. "You knew?" "Yes," she said, nodding, "she showed up when you were going down on me." I studied my wife's face in wonderment. An hour ago, I was wondering if I still had a marriage left; if my wife was going to tell me she couldn't live with a pervert. Now, I was stunned and confused. I was about to ask her about it, but decided it might not be a good idea. "God! That was amazing," she said. "The way you kept slamming into me. Your pelvis kept smashing into my clit. You kept pounding and pounding. It was like I was having one long orgasm or maybe like a hundred small ones." I didn't say anything and just kept looking at her. Her eyes were turned upwards as though she was looking at something inside of her head; searching for words. "I don't know what happened, Paul," she said and shook her head in wonder. "I came back in here and opened up that picture file. I wanted to understand why they made you feel that way. I looked at them, these young kids doing those things. Sucking on men's cocks and getting fucked. And, the more I looked the more I realized it was turning me on as well. The next thing I knew, I was rubbing my cunt through my pants and then you came in and... and... well you know 'and.'" "Yeah," I chuckled, "I know 'and.'" "Then," she continued, "you went down on me and it was amazing. I was so aroused I thought I'd cum right away. That's when I caught sight of Heather. I looked over at her, but she didn't see me. She was enthralled by what you were doing. Her mouth hung open in wonder and I almost came when her tongue pushed out to wet her lips. It was almost as if she was imagining doing it to me. That's when I came. "Boy! Did I cum! I could feel the juices running down my thighs. We'll need a mop to clean up this chair." We both chuckled at her statement and she leaned forward to hug me once again. Her face turned to mine and her lips sought mine out. She crushed her mouth to mine and held the kiss for a long time. I could sense she was still aroused and it was then that I realized that I was hard once again. I rose to my feet with Melissa clinging to our embrace. I had my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her as I stood. Melissa is five foot six to my six foot three. She wrapped her legs around me and continued to suck the life out of my tongue. I crushed her in my arms and felt her large soft breasts pressing into my chest. She finally broke our kiss and she grinned at me as she reached behind her and grasped my engorged cock. She wiggled her eyebrows up and down and I laughed. I lowered her to her feet and she pouted at me, but I wiggled my eyebrows and she frowned in question. I grabbed her by the shoulders and slowly turned her body so that she was facing the desk. She looked over her shoulder at me and continued to frown. Then, the frown changed to a look of surprise as I pushed on her back to make her lean forward. She put her arms on the desk top and rested her head on them. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants and boxers slide down my legs. I reached down and grasped a well rounded ass cheek in either hand and slowly spread them. I looked at the bud of her anus and was tempted to drive my cock into it, but Melissa needed a lot of preparation before getting fucked in the ass. Instead, I aimed my cock at her swollen labia. Drops of moisture still flecked her reddened lips and it aroused me even more. I pressed my cock head at her opening and slowly slid myself into her. "Ooooooooh!" She exclaimed as I slid in deep. This was my favorite position because I could really plumb the depths of her cunt. My cock head would bang against her cervix and, if I was lucky, I could often force myself into it. This would drive us both wild. The feeling was amazingly tight; as though a small fist was grasping my cock head. I don't know what Melissa felt, but she enjoyed it as well. She was so aroused this time that my cock immediately pushed into her cervix and I felt the familiar clamping around my plum sized head. "Oh, God!" She moaned loudly. I pulled back and drove hard into her. I couldn't believe how good it felt. My cock head would bang against her insides. Sometimes it would find the opening to her cervix other times it would just pound against it. I would pull as far back as possible without pulling all the way out and then I would drive forcefully back into her. Melissa moaned and muttered with every stroke. My stroking had pushed her forward onto the desk and her thighs were pressed up against it. She had brought her hands down to cover her breasts as they had slid across the polished surface of the desk. The first contact had rubbed her nipples and it had hurt her, but she hadn't said anything and only cupped her breasts in her hands. Her fingers played with her nipples now and she pulled and pinched them harder than she ever had. The pounding in her cunt was unbelievable. She couldn't understand why she was so aroused. She felt like a newlywed on her honeymoon night. My fat cock was relentless and she could feel my balls slap at her clitoris with every stroke. I knew it would take a while before I came since I had just had an earth shattering climax a short while ago, but I still drove into her like a mad man. Our bodies met so violently that it sounded like I was spanking her. I felt a wetness on my thighs and knew that it was her juices splattering onto me. I heard Melissa make a short gasp of surprise and I wondered if I had hit a tender spot or hurt her in some way, but then I saw her as well and understood. Heather had come back to her vantage point. She stood in the small opening and her eyes were fixed on my pistonning cock. She didn't even realize that we were both looking at her. She stared transfixed and then a strange thing happened. Her right hand moved down and she pressed into her groin. A small frown crossed her forehead as she pressed into herself. It was as if she wondered where those feelings were coming from. Melissa said, "Oh, God!" as she watched her daughter touch herself and I felt her shudder beneath me as she climaxed. I could feel the tremors run through her body and her back arched up slightly. Her legs buckled and I had to hold on to her hips so that I could continue fucking her. My eyes turned back to Heather and I could see that she was pushing earnestly at her little girl cunt. She had a slightly glazed look on her face now. She moved forward a pace to get a better view and her shoulder bumped the door wide open. Melissa moaned loudly again and her body contorted a second time. Heather's hand motions continually changed as she sought out the best way to play with her cunt. At first she merely pressed into herself, but then her hand opened and closed as she pawed at her pudendum. Finally, she began rubbing up and down with her middle and index finger and I saw her eyes flutter and close for a moment. She forced her eyes open once again so that she could continue to watch our actions. "Oh, yes!" Melissa muttered and I knew, somehow, that she was reveling in our daughter's new found enjoyment. Heather's actions aroused me as well and I drove even harder into my wife's sloppy cunt. We both groaned with each stroke. Melissa seemed to vibrate beneath me as small orgasmic spasms raked her body. I openly watched my daughter and felt my cock swell. I threw my head back as I drove one last time into my wife's hot, moist cunt and I delivered my seed into her cervix. I could feel her spasms grasp at the head of my cock and the feeling was amazing. I heard a small gasp and turned to find Heather leaning back against the door frame as her small body shook. Her eyes were clamped shut and her mouth opened and closed in wonder. Small moans escaped her lips as she continued to press her hand against her little cunt. Melissa watched her as well and she muttered encouragement, but I don't think Heather could hear her. The den went suddenly quiet except for our ragged breathing and Heather's eyes suddenly sprang open. She looked over and saw us both looking at us. She took in a sudden breath as her eyes widened and she turned and ran from the doorway. Melissa stood and turned to face me. Her cheeks and upper chest were flushed pink; her nipples were extended and full; and her usually full lips were swollen with lust so that she looked like she was pouting. She started to say something and then chortled, bringing a hand up to her mouth. I said, "What?" Then looked down at myself. I still wore my polo shirt and my pants and boxers were pooled around my ankles. My pubis was covered with a froth that had been churned up by our coupling. "Jesus," I whispered. I'd never seen that before. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" Melissa whispered with her eyes closed and I knew it wasn't an exclamation of joy or pleasure. What we had done had just struck her. She realized the implications of our actions. "I should go talk to her," Melissa said, but it was more question than statement. "You want me to?" I asked her. Melissa shook her head. "I think she may not be able to deal with you right at the moment. She's either frightened or really confused. I know I would be. I remember the first time I realized my parents were making love. Even though I only heard them through a closed door it still made me feel so weird." I reached down and pulled up my shorts and pants. Then I turned and sat down in the wet chair. "Jesus!" I said. "No kidding," Melissa responded. She knew I was commenting on our lovemaking. "We have a lot to talk about as well," she said as she gathered up her clothes and walked to the door. "But not tonight," she threw at me before disappearing down the hallway. I sat in my desk chair and mulled over the events of this evening. I'd come home with a head full of numbers that I'd been crunching all day. I'd been late and the girls were already in bed so I'd only been able to glance in at them as they lie there. Heather slept on her back. Her covers pulled up to her neck. She lie still and looked as though the bed had been made around her. Kathleen lie on her stomach. Her covers in disarray and her pajamas askew. Both of them cute as a button. I'd gone to the kitchen to find a reheated meal of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans, but I'd never gotten the chance to enjoy it because I'd barely sat down when Melissa asked why I had pictures of young children in sexual acts with adults on the computer. I'd sat there stunned by her question. My first reaction had been wanting to ask why she'd violated my privacy, but I realized the issue was bigger than that. I'd lain down my fork and fumbled for a reply. Things had taken a strange twist after that and here I sat, with moist pants and underwear in front of the selfsame computer. I grasped the mouse and moved it slightly to take the computer out of sleep mode. There on the screen was a young girl literally sitting on a woman's face. The young girl arched her back and had a broad smile on her face. I could see part of the woman's tongue as it lapped at the girl's cunt. In my mind, I replaced the two on the screen with my wife and daughter. I felt my cock resurge and reached down to push on it. I grunted at the tenderness of it and decided that I'd had enough for the evening. I made a few motions with the mouse and shut the machine down. I got up and turning out the lights, walked down to the master bedroom. I paused outside of Heather's room and could hear a quiet murmuring. There were two voices talking so I guessed that Heather wasn't too shocked to be able to carry on a conversation. I wanted to go in and listen, but I thought better of it and went on to our bedroom. I emptied my pockets onto my bureau and then removed my shoes and socks. I took off the rest of my clothes and threw everything into the hamper. I stretched and walked into the master bath. I turned on the shower and let the water warm up. I turned and looked at myself in the slowly fogging mirror. I was forty-two years old. My short cropped, thick brown hair was beginning to show traces of gray at the temples. My nose had been broken at one time and there was a slight jag in it. My eyes were blue-green depending on what I was wearing and my eyebrows were full. I had a solid chin with a small cleft and my lips were full. I had been a high school and college jock and still maintained my activity level. I wasn't ripped, but I was muscular and well shaped. I got my fair amount of womanly attention. I turned and got into the shower; letting the water cascade over my head and body. I placed my hands on either side of the shower head and leaned there letting the heat soak into my body. My mind drifted and I jumped when a set of arms circled my waist from behind. Melissa's body pressed into mine and I felt her lean her head between my shoulders. I stood there without speaking and just enjoyed the affectionate act. We stood like that for a couple of minutes and then Melissa reached past me and grabbed the body scrubber. She soaped it up and then began washing my back. She washed every inch of me. She did it slowly. I felt like an ancient warrior being cleansed before going into battle. There was no sex involved as she washed my cock and balls. It was almost ritualistic, like a cleansing of sorts. I wondered if that was what her subconscious was telling her. Was she washing away our sins? She finished with my body and then pulled my head down so she could shampoo my hair. She scrubbed my scalp vigorously and it felt good. She rinsed me off, finally, and then stood there awaiting her turn. I did the same for her. Washing her from head to toe. Laving her cunt and closely cropped pubic bush. Washing between the cheeks of her ass. I washed her large, firm breasts with my hands, not wanting to abuse her with the nylon scrunchie. I finally finished by washing her thick chestnut hair. She moaned as I massaged her scalp. I washed it twice and then poured conditioner on it and worked it into her water darkened tresses. Her washing me had not been sexual, but washing her had aroused me once again. The feeling of her silky smooth skin; the weight of her full breasts; the pliancy of the globes of her ass; the softness of her labia had all served to turn me on. She smiled at my turgid member and reached out to caress it with her right hand. She looked up at me and shook her head slowly in wonder at my arousal. She kept on looking into my eyes as she slowly lowered to her knees. She never stopped looking at me as she took me into her mouth and slowly sucked and rolled her tongue around my cock. She sucked and licked me for a long time. I thought sure she would grow tired or that her jaw would tighten and become uncomfortable, but she just kept nursing on my cock. It took a while for me to cum and it wasn't as powerful as the earlier two times, but it had a quality all its own. It felt like the culmination of our ritual. I rinsed off my cock and then turned off the shower. I reached over the top of the glass enclosure and grasped one of the oversized bath towels that we used. I rubbed Melissa's body until she was dry and then she wrapped herself in the towel and left the shower stall. I grabbed the other towel and dried myself. Melissa stood at her sink and used the hair dryer. She made no attempt to style her hair since we were only going to bed. She stared into the mirror and I could tell she wasn't watching what she was doing. I wondered if she was seeing anything at all or if she was looking inwards. I stood next to her on the bath matt and asked if she wanted to talk. "Uh uhn," she said shaking her head. "Not tonight," she continued, "we'll talk tomorrow." She turned to look at my face to see if that was okay with me and I smiled and bent down to kiss her on the nose. I hung my towel over the shower wall and walked naked into the bedroom. I stopped suddenly when I saw Heather snuggled up in the middle of the bed. Even though it had only been a short time ago when I had let her see me plunging my swollen cock into her mother's cunt. I still felt self conscious at my nakedness. I saw her staring at my cock and fought the urge to cover myself. She looked up and saw the frown on my face. "Mom said I could," she half whispered, her eyes traveling back down to my cock. I sat on the edge of the bed and half turned away from her. This hid my cock from view and she looked back up into my eyes. She chewed her bottom lip wondering how I was going to react. "It's okay, Honey," I told her and reached over to tousle her blonde mass of hair. She giggled and smiled at me. I pulled up the covers on my side of the bed and was further surprised to find that my daughter was naked as well. I slid into bed and was shocked to find my cock was on the rise once again. I knew it was a wasted effort on my body's part. I would never be able to do it a fourth time. All men pride themselves on their stamina - real or imagined - but the reality of it is a cruel fact. Heather scooted over and snuggled up to me. She had always done this whenever she slept in our bed. She would turn into me and hug me as she slipped into dreamland. Melissa had always found it cute, but now there was an underlying quantity involved. I felt her naked body push up against me and I could feel the heat she generated. My cock surged and pushed at the covers. I had an arm under her small body and it curled around and my hand rested on her hip. Her small head lay on my left pectoral and her face pointed down towards my groin. I knew she could see the lump in the covers. I wondered what she was thinking. Melissa walked out of the bathroom then and stopped at the side of the bed. She saw the lump in the covers and a sly smile crossed her lips. "She asked to sleep with us and I told her it would be okay," she informed me. She walked to her side of the bed and slipped naked under the covers as well. She sidled over next to us and joined our coupling. All three of us were on one side of the bed. I reached up and flicked the switch which pitched the room into darkness. "Good night," I said and received two replies. It was only a moment later when I felt a hand grasp my cock. I realized suddenly that it was actually two hands. Melissa had taken Heather's hand and led it to my swollen member. I groaned involuntarily as I felt the small hand touching me. Her touch was light and indecisive. She groped me gently; feeling the girth and sensing the fleshy softness of it. I jerked as she grasped the swollen head. My foreskin had retracted and my sensitive glans was exposed to her caress. Melissa felt my spasm and whispered to Heather to be gentle. I felt Melissa's hand close around Heather's and then she showed her how to stroke me up and down; rolling the foreskin up over the head and then back down. I groaned again and it was in total pleasure. I could feel Heather's hot breath on my chest. She was excited as well. Melissa's hand pulled away and Heather continued stroking me. I felt her jerk suddenly and take in a quick breath. I knew that Melissa had done something and could only imagine what. Then I knew what, because I felt a hand moving between Heather's and my body. My wife was stroking my daughter's cunt. Playing with her small clit. The thought of that excited me and my cock throbbed with excitement. Melissa threw off the covers then and exposed our three naked bodies. My eyes had adjusted to the dimness and I could see all the naked flesh. I watched my daughter's hand moving up and down my swollen cock and could see the silvery glistening of seminal fluid at the tip of the swollen head. Heather saw it as well and she let go of my cock to reach up and touch a finger to it. She drew her finger back and a strand of gooey liquid hung between her finger tip and my cock head. I heard Melissa draw in an excited breath. Melissa leaned forward and whispered into Heather's ear. I only heard a few words but knew that she was telling her what the fluid was. Heather used a finger to rub it around the head of my cock. I moaned at the feeling of her finger rubbing the flange of my swollen head. She lowered her hand and went back to her slow masturbation. Heather had begun to groan and breath loudly through her mouth as her mother's ministrations brought her to a heightened arousal. At one point, her entire body jerked and she dropped her hand from my cock. She made small 'ooh' sounds with each ragged intake of breath. Her body rocked against me driven by Melissa's rhythmic plunging of her index finger into her daughter's tight cunt. Heather had sacrificed her hymen to a gymnastic beam. The episode had been traumatic as the little girl had found blood in her panties as she undressed after the hurtful practice. She thought she had been badly hurt and the gym instructor had called and driven Melissa into a ticket resulting driving panic. A trip to the doctor's had revealed the less than cataclysmic cause to the bleeding and all had been allowed to breath easy once again. Although, Heather had been mystified by the entire incident. Still unsure if she understood the purpose of a maidenhead. The lack of it now allowed my wife to plunge a finger deep into Heather's tight little cunt and my daughter moaned repeatedly as she enjoyed the thrusting. My cock was totally forgotten now. I looked at my wife who stared at me with a fanatical look in her eyes. I reached down and lay my hand on the back of hers and felt her rhythm. "Move over a little," I whispered and she scooted toward her side of the bed. I pushed Heather over onto her back and watched my wife's finger sliding in and out. I felt an intense urge and slid down the bed until my face was even with Heather's crotch. Heather rose up onto her elbows and watched what was happening to her. Her small chest rose and fell like blacksmith's bellows. I placed my hand on Melissa's and stopped her actions. She groaned in frustration, but allowed me to pull her probing finger away. She knew what I intended. I rolled onto my knees and slowly spread Heather's legs. She looked at me with a mixture of excitement and concern. I wondered if she thought I was going to plunge my cock into her. I bent forward then and pressed my mouth to her swollen little labia. She grunted and arched her back. I extended my tongue and probed her tight little opening. I curled my tongue and was able to push it inside of her. Heather was continuously vocal as I probed and licked her swollen little opening. Her head was tossed back now and she rocked slowly back and forth. My tongue left the opening and slid the short distance to the top of her labia where it encountered the rock hard little clit. Heather's breath escaped her in a loud hiss and she nearly bucked my face away as her body spasmed in pleasure. Heather's hands opened and closed and her arms moved about in search of something to hold on to. Melissa moved in then and I watched as she lowered her mouth to give our daughter her first sexual kiss. The loud groaning was suddenly cut off and replaced by a muffled moan. I could not see very well with my face buried in Heather's crotch, but I could see the back of Melissa's head moving in a slow, tight circle and could imagine that her tongue was probing her daughter's mouth. She held the embrace for a long time before finally pulling away. "Ohhhh," Heather voiced at the loss of the probing tongue. Melissa looked down at me and then whispered, "let me." I pulled back and rolled onto my side and my wife slid down and replaced my mouth with hers. Heather once again groaned loudly and arched her back as a new tongue invaded her nether regions. I moved up and looked into my daughter's face. Her mouth was open and panting and her eyes were clamped tightly shut as she concentrated on the feelings in her cunt. I leaned down and licked one of the small rose buds on her chest. She had begun to develop small fleshy mounds on her chest and each was capped with a flat, pink aureole. I licked and sucked and probed and smiled when I caused her tiny nipple to extend slightly. I attacked it with a renewed vigor and Heather placed her hands on the back of my head and pressed gently on it. I moved to the other small mound of flesh and performed the same actions there. Heather was in constant motion now. Her body twisted and shook as we subjected her to these new found feelings. I relinquished her small breast and moved my mouth up to hers. I was surprised to find how easily our mouths meshed together. I had expected hers to be much smaller than mine, but I found it to feel no different than a full grown woman's. I extended my tongue and grunted in surprise to feel hers pushing back at mine. Our tongues danced together for a moment and then suddenly she pulled away from me. A loud keening wail filled our bedroom as our daughter had her first orgasm at the hands, and mouth, of another person. Her back arched and her body rocked back and forth as the electric ecstasy washed over her. Her small arms reached down and clutched at the bed sheet which she grasped tightly in her small hands. Her muted scream finally ended and she lie there gasping for breath and undulating like and epileptic. She finally let out a long, "unnngh!" and pushed her mother's probing tongue away. She crossed one thigh over the other and squeezed her legs together tightly. I looked at Melissa who had risen to her knees and was looking down at her handiwork. Her tongue probed at her lips as though she was licking off errant drips of ice cream. She had a strange feral look in her eyes and her chest expanded with each rasping breath. She looked over at me, at my crotch, and eyed my still swollen cock. Melissa crawled over our semi-comatose daughter and pushed me onto my back as she straddled my body and impaled herself onto my jutting cock. She had done this in one fluid motion. She now jammed herself down onto me and ground her groin into mine. She groaned as her clit ground into my pubic bone. She then started to move up and down on me. There was no finesse in her actions. She placed a hand on either side of my chest and leaned forward. Her lower body moved up and down like a machine. She drove her cunt with the single purpose of cumming as quickly as she could. I was simply there to provide the cock. It took less than a minute for her to cum. Her orgasm built up vocally as well as physically. A louder 'uh' accompanied every stroke until she was practically screaming when it hit her. Her body flounced about. Her hair fanned in the air as she threw her head from side to side. The muscles in her throat were pronounced as she arched her neck back. It was an amazing display. It was so enthralling that I had no thought of my own pleasure. I felt disembodied as though I was watching this happen to someone else. She stopped finally and crumpled onto me like a rag doll. Her forward momentum pulled my cock out with a plop and I could feel it waving in the air. It felt cold as the hot juices coating it encountered the cooler air in the bedroom. "Is mommy okay?" I heard a small voice ask. "Yes," I replied with a chuckle in my throat, "Mommy, is more than okay." I more felt than heard Melissa chuckling. Her face was buried into my neck and her heavy hair covered most of my face. I spit out some of the strands that had entered my mouth as I spoke and she pushed herself back into a sitting position. She straddled me half way up my chest and I could see her swollen and glistening cunt opened before me. I was tempted to pull her up onto my face so that I could savor her taste, but she must have read my mind and she shook her head and uttered, "uh, uh!" "Yes, Sweetie," she said to Heather as she turned to look at our daughter, who was kneeling at our side. "Mommy, is just fine." She leaned forward to give our daughter a kiss and Heather put her arms around Melissa's neck and drove her mouth onto her mother's. It was not the type of kiss Melissa had intended and it took her by surprise. Her body tightened for a moment before she surrendered herself to the forbidden embrace. They finally broke apart and I could see Heather grinning with pleasure. She was enjoying all of these new discoveries. "Mommy's okay, Sweetie," my wife repeated, "but I think Daddy is going to need some help." Heather looked past her mother's body and studied my cock which jutted out from my crotch. It glistened still with my wife's juices. Melissa got off my chest and there was a brief tangle of bodies as she and Heather tried to maneuver around each other. Heather finally put out her hand and grasped my cock once again. "Ooh!" She exclaimed and made a face. "It's kinda sticky, Mom." "Just a second, Honey," my wife said and ran into the bathroom to fetch a wet cloth. Melissa came back after a minute and placed a warm, wet washcloth around my cock as she wiped away the traces of her arousal. She finished an pitched the cloth through the bathroom doorway and turned back to the task at hand. "Okay, Sweetie," she said in that sing song voice that parent's use when they try to explain something to one of their kids. "Mommy's going to teach you how to make daddy very happy." END (part I) All comments and suggestions are welcomed. Send them to Yataala@aol.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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 39