My wife, Mary, and I thought that our daughter, Vickie, was totally exhausted by by the end of her 5th birthday party. We bought her a 10'x6'x2' inflatable pool and one of those slip and slide things for her party. She had eight friends over, ranging in age from four to seven years old, and they had a blast. By the time her last guest left, she was practically somnambulant. Mary took the little bikini off, dried her, and laid her on the bed naked.

"She's beautiful," Mary whispered.

"Yes, she certainly is," I sighed.

"Quit staring at your daughter's puffy little pussy, you lecherous old man," she said jokingly. My wife was well aware of my pedophile fantasies, as I was aware of hers. I was attracted to tweens, girls 8 through 12. And she made no secret about her attraction to pubescent boys, 12-16 year-olds. Except for some innocent 'accidental' fondling of my brother's 9-year-old daughter, Darla, I had never lived out my fantasies, and never really expected to. Mary, on the other hand, had been fucked by two 13-year-old junior high school students in the past two years. She occasionally worked as a substitute teacher.

I taught creative writing and freshman composition courses at our community college, which is where I met my lovely, petite wife. She is slender, small-breasted, freckle-faced and has always looked years younger than her actual age. When people first meet us, they think that she is my daughter. In my creative writing course, she wrote a short story about a sixth grade teacher who got impregnated by a 12-year-old student. It was her fictionalized version of an actual case that had happened in our county. She used all of the facts from the media coverage of the trial, but she wrote from the teacher's point of view. I praised her work, and she stayed after class and asked where she could get it published.

"I don't care about money," she said. "I just want people to read it."

I told her about ASSTR, and she published it under her actual name.

I wrote a review under my pseudonym, and we began an e-mail correspondence, which quickly got very hot. She read my stories, which were mostly about middle-aged men and prepubescent girls. There were also a few about pubescent boys fucking their mothers - my Oedipus complex fantasies. She also wrote a series of stories that began with a 13-year-old girl seducing her 9-year-old brother. The last e-mail she sent ended with, "Let's get together after class tonight, and fuck our brains out." My creative writing classes were Tuesday and Thursday evenings. My comp classes were Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings.

Mary entered my classroom as soon as the bell rang, and the Creative Writing II students were gathering up their stuff and leaving the room. "Hi, Uncle Earl," she whispered in a little girl voice. "Wanna play?"

"How did you know it was me?"

"When I read the review, I knew that it was you. I could hear your voice saying the words. Better yet, I heard your voice when I read all of those naughty e-mails. Don't worry, Uncle Earl, I ain't gonna tell nobody." She giggled and took her front row seat when the other CW-I students started arriving. Mary was wearing a little green dress with spaghetti straps. When she bend down to pick up her purposely dropped pencil, I could see her little bra-less boobs. Then she crossed, uncrossed and recrossed her shapely legs, showing me that she was also panty-less, and hairless.

My lesson plan went out the window. "Okay, folks. I want you to talk about 'The Blank Page.' Tell me how you deal with 'The Blank Page' when beginning a new writing project." I had four students who loved to talk about writing, and the writer's life. Of course, none of them were good writers, but I knew that I could count on them to fill the next hour and a half. While the other class members babbled on, Mary slumped down in her chair, scooting her ass forward slightly which made her dress ride up higher.

Then she spread her legs and gyrated her hips obscenely, while maintaining an innocent, angelic smile, and looking at me with wide-eyed innocence. Two pretend poets got into an argument about something, attracting the attention of the entire class. Mary took advantage of the moment to rub her pussy with her right hand, and squeeze her right tit with her left.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Priestly?" Poser Number One demanded.

"Leave me out of it," I replied tersely.

"What!?!"

"I threw out a bone for y'all to chew on. This class is about a lot more than writing stories and poems. It is a voyage of self discovery, an exploration into your own hearts and minds. This isn't fucking high school. I am not here to think for you, nor am I here to tell you what to think or how to think. What I want you to do is put your entire belief system on trial. What if everything you've ever believed in is a lie?"

The silence was deafening. (I don't give a shit what you think of cliches, dear reader. Phrases become cliches because they succinctly describe something or make a statement in a way that even an illiterate moron immediately understands.)

"You all once believed in the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and Santa Claus. Maybe you even believed the George Washington Cherry Tree and Axe story. Lies, all lies. Think about that. What if your parents, teachers, preachers, priests and rabbis have lied to you about everything from the day you were born? Class dismissed. Get the hell out of here and exercise your mind. ExORcise your mind."

A few students approached my desk, and I waved them away. "Out! Out! Out!" As Mary passed my desk, I slipped her a note with my address. My apartment was a block away from the campus.

I was unlocking my door when her car pulled up to the curb. She flew up the stairs and into my apartment. Mary quickly stripped. I unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped my pants. Mary jumped up on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I shoved my throbbing, leaking cock into her hot, juicy cunt, pushed her back against the wall. I fucked her. It was fast and furious fuck, accompanied by bestial grunts and groans. We had an incredibly intense simultaneous orgasm. I turned to carry her to my bed and awkwardly fell to the floor, tripped up by the pants around my ankles.

Mary helped me disentangle my ankles, and I threw her onto the bed, diving face-first into her sopping cunt. I lapped and sucked up all of my semen, giving her three more orgasms in the process. We kissed and fondled and caressed for a long time. She kisses her way down, licking and sucking my nipples, and slowly working her way down to my hard dock. She stroked it slowly, kissed the tip and said, "It's so much bigger than Bill's."

"Bill?"

"My little brother, Bill," she giggled. "I thought that you knew that my big sister-little brother series was true. Only the names were changed to protect the guilty."

"Wow."

"Does that bother you, Mister Priestly."

"No! It fucking turns me on," I gasped as she took my eight-inch cock into her mouth. "And, under the circumstances, I think that you could call me Jed."

"Jed?"

"Jedidiah."

"That's like a biblical name?"

"Yeah, My father was kind of a religious nut."

"I prefer Uncle Earl, the horny old pedophile who loves little girls."

"And you used your real name. That could come back to bite you in the ass."

"Not if I become Mary Priestly. Mrs. Jedidiah Priestly."

"And your nom de plume becomes Mary De Vere."

Her lips slid down over my cockhead until her nose was buried in my pubic hair, and she sucked. She got a rhythm going, and, within minutes, steaming seamen erupted from mu cock. We talked and fucked all night long, and I called in sick Friday morning. We didn't put our clothes until Monday morning. We've been together ever since. She was only 19 years old, but a very intelligent and mature 19. I was 33, and had been an instructor at the college for six years.

Mary's brother, Bill wasn't happy about his sister moving in with me until Mary told him that the marriage would not affect their sexual relationship. In fact, we became a threesome for a few years. Bill likes to think that Vickie is his daughter, but I have no doubt that I'm the father. She looks exactly like my mother's childhood pictures. Bill is now a photographer in San Francisco, and is attracted to older women.

Which brings us back to Vickie's fifth birthday.

Mary got behind me and unbuttoned my Hawaiian shirt. She then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and let them fall to the ground. She stroked my cock from behind while we admired our sleeping daughter. "Does our little girl's naked body make Daddy's big dick hard?"

"I think that it was that sexy little seven-year-old, Tanya, who did that." Tanya was Vickie's best friend's older sister. My favorite age range was eight to eleven - third through sixth graders. That's when little girls usually began competing with Mommy for attention and affection, and became overtly sexual.

"Our little girl seems to have gotten more interested in Daddy's cock lately, ever since she and little Timmy, next door, have begun playing doctor. I catch her staring at it." We had recently caught Vickie and Timmy in the act. We acted like we didn't catch them. They covered themselves quickly when we entered the garage.

We're pretty casual about nudity in our house. We don't run around naked, but we're not secretive about bathing and dressing. Mary and I usually wear robes when lounging, and Vicky is naked unless we tell her to get dressed.

Mary nudged me closer to the bed until I was directly over Vickie. "I'll bet that Timmy's sticking he stiff little dick between her legs and play-fucking," Mary whispered. "I had a neighbor boy play fucking me when I was her age. He was nine years old. I cried when his family moved away."

The vision of Timmy's dick moving between my daughter's thighs nearly sent me over the edge. I carried Mary piggy-back to our bed, threw her down, and began ramming my cock into her cunt, hard and fast. She quickly approached orgasm. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I was pounding so hard, that her head was banging against the headboard.

"Oh God oh god oh god." Mary squealed. She babbled unintelligibly as she started cumming.

I was on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly, a little wild beast attacked my back, kicking, scratching, biting and yelling. "Don't hurt Mommy.!"

Mary wrested her from my back.

When the action stopped, Mary was sitting up with her back against the headboard. Vickie's back was against her mother's breasts. Mary gripped Vickie's legs at the bend of her knees to stop the little Tasmanian devil from kicking out at me. Vickie's knees were pulled back almost to her little flat chest.

"Daddy's not hurting Mommy," Mary said. "He's not hurting Mommy. He's making Mommy feel good."

I had seen my daughter naked all of the time. I had bathed her. But there was something obscene about her position. I didn't realize that I was staring at her puffy little pussy until Mary spread her legs a little wider. I looked up at Mary, who smiled and spread my daughter's legs a little more.

Vicky was staring wide-eyed at my rapidly swelling cock.

"It's okay, Baby. Daddy was just making Mommy feel really really good."

"Y'all were fuckin'?" Vickie gasped, staring saucer eyed at my cock.

Her question was answered with dead silence. I know that my mouth dropped open, and my cock twanged to full, rock-hard erection at the sound of my little girl's five year old voice say "Fuckin'"

Vickie's chin started to tremble. She was going to cry, thinking that she was going to get into trouble for saying a bad word.

"Yes, Vickie," Mary said, almost giggling. "We were fucking. And it felt really good when Daddy was fucking me."

"We didn't know that you knew about fucking yet," I said. "Did Timmy tell you about it?"

"I heard some big kids at daycare, talking about it, and Timmy told me what his brother told him about it. Robbie's a teenager, so he knows all about that stuff - fucking." She gawked at my swollen member. "You stick that big thing in Mommy's ... thingy, and it doesn't hurt?"

Mary giggled, "Do the big kids call it a thingy, when you hear them talk fucking? Does Timmy call it a thingy?"

"No," Vickie giggled. "They call it a dick or a cock."

"And what do they call this?" Mary asked, cupping our daughter's pubic mound.

"A pussy or a cunt or a twat," Vickie giggled.

"To answer your question," Mary whispered. "No, it doesn't hurt when Daddy sticks his big, hard cock into Mommy's pussy. You can't imagine how good mommy's cunt feels when Daddy's big cock is fucking it."

Vickie seemed mesmerized by my dripping member, and reached out toward it. Her little hand wrapped around it. Well, not all of the way around it. She squeezed and I ejaculated all over her. I came on her face, in her mouth, on her chest, belly and on Mary's hand that still cupped .

Mary's body stiffened and trembled in a quick orgasm, and her grip involuntarily tightened on her daughter's pussy.

"Ewww! Yuck!" Vicky squealed, spitting my seminal fluid out. "What happened?"

"Didn't the big kids talk about squirting or cumming?" Mary asked.

"That's the stuff that makes you have babies!?!"

"Yes," Mary said. "When it's squirted into a woman's pussy at the right time."

"Were y'all trying to make a baby?"

"No, Honey. Mommy and Daddy aren't going to have any more babies. We fuck just because it's fun to fuck. We fuck because Daddy's big hard cock feels so fucking good in Mommy's pussy." Mary took her hand away from her daughter's cunt, and licked my cum off.

"Ewww!" Vicki said, scrunching her face. "It's an acquired taste, Vickie."

"A what?"

"An acquired taste. That means that it's a taste that you get used to after a while. Or, if you're like your Mommy, you learn to love the taste of cum."

"Do you suck Daddy's cock?"

"Yes, I love sucking your father's cock and making it cum in my mouth."

"Timmy says that one of his cousins sucked Robbie's cock."

"Did Timmy watch?"

"I don't think so. I think Robbie just told him about it."

I laughed, "Teenage boys frequently lie about their sexual escapades."

"How old was the alleged cock sucking cousin?"

"Five."

"Ah ha," I said. "Timmy was asking you to suck him at the time."

"How did you know?"

"Hey, I'm a guy," I laughed. "Did you do it?"

"No! That's where he pees!"

"Ask Mommy how old she was when she sucked her first cock."

She looked at her mother.

"I was seven."

"Seven!?!" Vickie gasped. "Whose cock did you suck?"

"My uncle Matt's. He was 19 at the time."

"How old were you when you started fucking, Mommy?"

"A nine-year-old neighbor boy and I started play fucking when I was your age," Mary said, pressing Vickie's legs together, and stuck her middle finger between her thighs and pressing against her pussy. "He stuck his stiff little dick in here and moved it in and out, like this."

Vickie grabbed her mother's wrist and hunched up against it. "Me and Timmy do that."

"You certainly are your mother's daughter," I said.

"Mommy, look at Daddy's cock. It's all big and hard again. I think it wants to fuck your cunt again," Vickie giggled. "Can I watch?"

"May I?" I corrected.

"Huh?"

"For Christ's sake," Mary laughed. "Can't you forget for a moment that you're an English teacher, and fuck me for your daughter. Let's do it doggie style, so Vickie can get a good view."

"Me and Bethnee and Tanya and Timmy seen doggies fucking."

Mary released Vickie, and got up on her hands and knees, and I quickly slipped my cock into her hot juicy cunt.

"Not so fast," Mary said. "Take it out and slip it in slowly, so Vickie can see it."

I withdrew, then rubbed my cockhead up and down her wet slit before slowly sliding it in to the hilt.

"Do it again," Mary said.

I did it again.

"Now, take it out, and let Vickie guide your cock into Mommy's cunt."

Vickie giggled, grasped my cock, and rubbed it up and down between her mother's labia.

"Oh yeah, Baby," Mary sighed. "That feels good. Keep doing that for a little while."

"Does that feel good to you too, Daddy?"

"Oh, God, yes. Your hands feel so good on Daddy's cock."

"Vickie," Mary said lustily. "If you want a really good look, get under me, on your back, with your head between my knees, and watch from there."

Vickie did as she was told.

I pulled out slowly, until the head was barely in the pussy, then slammed in hard.

Vickie giggled, and I felt a tiny finger touch my scrotum.

"You can hold Daddy's nut sac, Baby," Mary said. "Just be very gentle."

I felt my daughter's hands, gently fondling my balls.

"I wanna see you fuck Mommy hard, like you were doing when I came in."

Mary gasped. "Oh, yeah Vickie. Tell Daddy to fuck Mommy's Cunt. Daddy loves hearing little kids talk dirty."

"Fuck her, Daddy! Fuck Mommy with your big hard fucking cock. Squirt your cum in Mommy's cunt."

"Oh God!" Mary moaned. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard for Vickie. Oh, Vickie Baby, Daddy's cock feels so good when he fucks Mommy's pussy."

"Baby," I said, "Your Mommy's hot juicy pussy is so fucking tight. It's like fucking a little girl pussy." I pounded hard and fast until my cock slipped out."

"Put Daddy's cock back in Mommy's hot cunt, Vickie."

I felt my daughter's little hands grab my twitching member, and guide it into her mother's vagina.

"I love the way your little hands feel on my cock."

"I like the way you cock feels in my hands, Daddy."

That sent both Mary and I over the edge into a massive mutual orgasm.

Mary fell over to her right side and rolled over onto her back. I quickly began lapping and sucking my cum out of her overflowing cunt.

"Ewww. You like the taste of cum too!?!"

"Your Daddy loves lapping cum out of my freshly fucked cunt, Vicky. He always makes me cum two or three more times with his magical tongue."

"Is that Eating Pussy?"

"God," Mary sighed. "You know about eating pussy too? You know a lot for a five year old girl."

"I hear people talking about stuff. Sometimes, grownups don't know that I can hear them. I act like I ain't paying no tention and they keep talking. I hear real good."

Later, Mary sucked my cock for Vickie - not that I had much cum left in me. At some point, I drifted off to sleep. The morning sun filtered through our bedroom curtains when I slowly floated up out of a deep sleep. I was in that zone between awake and asleep when I felt little hands moving slowly up and down my sore cock. I thought that it was a dream.

"That's it, Vickie. Nice slow long strokes."

I was awake. Mary hand guided Vickie's hands up and down the full length of my shaft, from head to base.

"Daddy's awake," Vickie giggled. "Mommy's teaching me how to jack you off and make your cock squirt cum."

"What a wonderful way to wake up," I sighed, as I matched my daughter's rhythm with my hips, thrusting on the downward strokes and pulling back on the up stroke. "OhYeah, Baby. That feels so good. That's it. Stroke a little faster. Okay. A little faster. Pump it Vickie. Pump Daddy's cock hard and fast....Oh Fuck. Oh God. Jack me off. Stroke Daddy's Cock. Make me cummmm!" Cum shot up to my nose, mouth, chin, chest and abdomen.

After I recovered, I said, "You know, Vickie, that you can't tell - "

"We've already talked about that," Mary said. "Vickie understands. I told her that she could tell her only her very best friends that she walked in on us while we were fucking, and watched. That's the truth. But not the whole truth."

"Y'all would get in deep shit if people found out that you let me watch and play," Vickie said. "But walking in and watching was a 'accident,' and y'all couldn't get in trouble for that. Mommy said that I could tell my very bestest friends about seeing your big cock fucking Mommy's pussy."

"who are you going to tell?"

"Bethnee and Gretchen and Timmy."

Mary chuckled, "And Bethany will tell her sexy seven-year-old sister, Tanya. Timmy will tell his teenage brother. Who will Gretchen tell?"

"I don't know," Vickie giggled. "Maybe everybody at daycare."

"What are you going to tell them that you saw?"

"I'm gonna tell 'em that I saw Daddy fucking you doggie style, then y'all did the sixty nine thing, and that you could take all if Daddy's big cock in your mouth."

We told Vickie that we would never initiate the fun and games. We were thrilled to do anything that she wanted us to do, but she had to start it.

Vickie's favorite game was jacking daddy off and making him squirt. She did it at least once a day. After one unusually active day, I joked that we were going to have to find another cock for her to stroke before she wore me out.

"Who?" Vickie squealed. She was excited about the idea, and was downcast when I told her that I was joking.

After Vickie went to sleep, Mary cuddled up to me and whispered naughtily in my ear. "It makes me so fucking hot, thinking about our little girl wrapping her hands around another man's cock and jacking him off and making him cum."

"It is a pretty hot fantasy," I admitted.

"Neighborhood watch is throwing a block party Saturday," she said. "I think that it's time that we got to know our neighbors."