I slept. I was physically and emotionally worn out, and relieved to discover that my wife wasn't going to murder me for molesting our daughter. It was the best night's sleep I ever had. I was floating between that fuzzy zone between asleep and awake, where it's difficult to distinguish between dream and reality. My cock was being sucked. I was dreaming about Denise's mouth around the head of my cock.

"Oh, Denise," I murmured.

"No, honey," a voice said. "It's your loving wife, Fran, the best cocksucker in the known universe."

I was wide awake. It was early morning. The predawn light softly illuminated the room. My wife was gently fondling my balls with one hand, and stroking my cock with forefinger and thumb, and following the digits with her luscious lips. She did incredibly erotic things with her tongue, proving that she was, in deed, the best cocksucker in the known universe.

"Oh, yeah, Baby suck my cock. Perform your fellationary magic once again."

"How did it feel to cum in your eight-year-old daughter's mouth?"

"Well...I...uh..."

"Come on, Ray. Tell me. It makes me so fucking hot. It took all of my self control not to rape you last night. My God, visualizing the two of you sixty-nining in the exact spot and in the same car that we first fucked in - the place where she was conceived - sucking the big hard cock that fucked her mother. I frigged myself silly last night visualizing it. And Denise loved it all. God! Guiding your hand to a 9-year-old pussy. Squeezing a total stranger's cock in a crowd. My little girl is every bit as horny as her mother."

"It was incredible," I said, pulling Fran up to me and kissing her. "My cock exploded into her mouth when I felt her lips around my cock, just behind the flared head. Then again when she sucked me to orgasm. You should have seen her face. She was so proud of herself for swallowing almost all of her father's cum."

"I hope we get to the point soon when I can teach her how to suck your cock properly," Fran said. "She wanted to squeeze a total stranger's cock. I wonder if she would want to suck a stranger's cock, after giving her permission."

"And she wanted Peggy's dad, Steve to have her panties. She wanted him to know how her pussy smelled."

"I want you and Denise to get on to that Daddy-Daughter chat room. I'll make an excuse to leave you two alone for a few hours this afternoon. I'll take my laptop. I'll sign on as 69 Mustang Mary, or something to do with my car." Fran's car was a midnight blue 69 Mustang convertible with a white top and white leather upholstery. You and Steve will go into private chat, maybe with webcam. Make sure you save everything for me. Maybe there's a way that I can watch everything your computer does on my computer. I'll ask the city's IT guy. I'll tell him that I want to know what my daughter's doing online in real time."

I rammed my throbbing cock into my wife's sopping cunt. "I want to see her with Steve's cock in her mouth, while Peggy's sucking me off," I grunted mercilessly pounding away in Fran's pussy. "He obviously wants to watch me finger-fuck her."

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Gimme that big cock." she moaned. "I want her to get all of the cock she wants. Steve's, the big guy's, a public park pedophile. I wanna suck cum out of my daughter's pussy. Her daddy's cum, Steve's cum, a stranger's cum."

"I'm cumming!"

"Yesss! She yelled. "FUCK oh FUCK...FUCK MEEE!"

I rolled off of her and we lie on the bed, gasping for air. Panting. It was then I noticed that Fran hadn't closed the bedroom door. Denise was not a morning person. When she didn't have to go to school, she stayed in bed until at least 10 o'clock. But Fran's orgasm might have been loud enough to wake her.

"That may have been loud enough to wake Denise. What if she does wake up and comes to our door?"

"Her bedroom door is open too. I'll act like I've fallen to sleep after a fantastic fuck. If I do fall asleep, nudge me if she comes."

I saw a shadow moving on the hall carpet, and nudged Fran, and she rolled over on her side, facing me, and in a position where she could watch the doorway.

Denise walked to our door, then jumped back, surprised to find it wide open. She peeked around the door frame and jumped back again. Her head slowly appeared in the doorway, and I smiled and waved at her. I put a finger to my lips.

She move incrementally until she was standing in the middle of the doorway, wearing a tee shirt that camcame down to nearly mid thigh. Her eyes darted from me to her mother. I lay on my back, with my semi turgid cock lying on my right thigh. She took a step into the room, her muscles tense, ready to bolt if Fran made the slightest movement. I grinned at her as she came closer and closer, inch by inch. Her progress was painfully slow, and I was afraid that Fran would make some sort of movement. It was unnatural for anyone to stay in one sleeping position for very long. Finally, she was by my side. I puckered my lips, and she leaned over to kiss me. My tongue slipped between her lips. As we kissed, she kept an eye on her mother. My right hand glided up her inner thigh until it found her panty clad pussy. I squeezed, and she emitted a barely audible sigh. My left hand caressed the nape of her neck as our tongues intermingled, dancing from her mouth to mine and back again. Then she watched my cock slowly rise to its fully erect state. She broke the kiss to stare at it.

Fran let out a little moan and stirred. Denise started to run, but I held her close. Fran rolled over onto her back, with her legs spread open just enough for Denise to see my my cum leaking out of her mother's pussy. Her eyes shifted back and forth from her mother's leaking cunt to her father's erect cock, coated with cum and vaginal juices. I made it twitch a couple of times and Denise stifled a giggle. I tugged her panties down, as she looked down at me in wide eyed disbelief. I glanced over at Fran, ostensibly to check on her state of sleep, then slid my hands up the sides of Denise's thighs, pushing the hem of her tee shirt up to her waist. I kissed her hairless little mound, then let the tee shirt fall back into place. She bent down to pull her panties back up.

I shook my head and held out my hand. She stepped out of them, and handed them to me. I wiped my cock with them and handed them back. I puckered up for another kiss.

Denise broke the kiss when Fran moaned and rolled to her side again, facing me. Again, Denise started to run, but my right hand gripped her inner thigh and presses against her pussy.

"Good morning, Denise," Fran said in a groggy voice, blinking her eyes as if she was coming up out of a deep sleep. "What are you doing up so early, kid? This is Saturday."

"I don't know, I just woke up and came to see if y'all were awake yet. The door was open."

"Oh. I guess I forgot to close it."

I wiggled my finger against my daughter's pussy while she and her mother talked.

"How about giving Mommy a good morning kiss," Fran said sleepily.

Denise leaned across me to give her mother a peck on the lips. As Denise stood, Fran looked directly at my hard-on then up at Denise. "You are so beautiful," Fran said before rolling over to her left side and pretending to go back to sleep.

I got out of bed, put my robe on, but didn't bother to close it. "I need caffeine," I said, and we went to the kitchen.

"You are so bad, Daddy," she giggled. "Playing with my pussy while I was kissing Mommy."

"I'm bad? Why did you come up to our room?"

"Mommy woke my up, yelling, Fuck me Fuck me."

"And you were going to sneak up and eavesdrop again, weren't you? You naughty little thing."

"The door was wide open."

"If you weren't such a sleepyhead, you could have watched us fuck."

"Do y'all fuck a lot in the morning while I'm asleep?"

"Yeah, pretty often."

"I want an alarm clock."

I got the coffee going and fixed a bowl of cereal for Denise. Since we never have sit down meals, we use our dining room as our computer room, with computers, printers, scanners, and cameras - still and video. We either eat at the breakfast bar or in the living room. Denise sat on a stool at the breakfast bar.

We heard a toilet flush, and I poured a cup of coffee for Fran. She walked into the kitchen a moment later, nude. We're not nudists. We don't normally wander around the house naked. Fran and I usually wear robes, and Denise wears a tee shirt and panties. We don't go out of our way to hide our bodies. We change clothes in front of each other. Now, Denise's panties were in my robe pocket. If she looked down, her tee shirt hid the fact that she wore nothing underneath the tee. From more than two feet away, her pussy was on display.

"Fran, feigning surprise, looked at her daughter and said, "Oops. I forgot that you were up this early. You never get out of bed before ten o'clock unless we make you."

Denise shrugged her shoulders and tried not to stare at her mother's body.

I had tied my robe when I heard the toilet flush. It easily came untied when I reached up to a high cabinet to get packets of artificial sweetener for Fran. I turned to place the sweetener on the bar and the robe fell open, exposing my nearly nine-inch erection. When I started to close the robe. Fran said, "Why bother? I'm naked, as usual this time of morning, and your daughter isn't wearing any underwear."

Denise clamped her legs together, and blushed. "Uh, I guess I forgot..."

"Hey," Fran laughed. "It's not like this is the first time we've seen your lovely little vagina. And you've seen our bodies before, like this morning. But if you're embarrassed, I'll go up and get my robe, and your father will conceal his penis."

"Uh, no," Denise mumbled. "It's okay."

"Cool!" Fran said, swiveling on her stool to face our daughter and lifting her coffee mug in a salute. Mother and daughter faced each other, and Denise stared at her mother's pussy. Fran didn't shave, but there was no need to. She had only a sparse patch of pubic hair that hid nothing.

Denise caught herself staring and quickly looked up to see Fran smiling at her. "Mommy, do you always go around naked in the mornings?"

"Only on Saturdays and Sundays when I don't have to get dressed for work, and while you're still asleep."

"Oh."

"How was the movie last night?" Fran asked.

Denise opened her mouth to say something. I saw desperation in her eyes as she realized that she couldn't remember a thing about the movie.

"Just the same old action/adventure/fantasy movie," I groused. "If they edited out the action and special effects, you'd be left with a boring fifteen minute short with one-dimensional actors babbling inane lines to each other."

"Daa-dee," Denise giggled. "You're such an old fuddy-duddy. It was exciting. It was fun!"

Fran grinned wickedly, and I was afraid that she was going to ask for details. Instead, she said, "I'm glad you enjoyed your Daddy-Daughter date. Maybe y'all should do it more than once a year. Would you like that?"

"Uh huh," Denise nodded eagerly. "can we do it next week?"

"No," Fran said. "I want next week. You're not going to try to steal Daddy from me, are you?"

"No!" Denise laughed, relaxing and forgetting that she was pantiless. She slumped slightly on her bar stool. Her tee shirt rode an inch higher and her legs parted enough to expose her pudendum.

"Orange juice anyone?" I asked.

"I'll have some," Fran said.

"Me too."

I fixed the juice from frozen concentrate and poured it into three glasses.

"Please sit down, Ray," Fran said. "I'm getting tired just watching you bustle around."

I took the stool between them, and leaned forward, propping my elbows on the bar.

"Sit back and relax," Fran said. "You're way too tense."

I leaned back. My robe covered only my shoulders and my upper arms. My erection protruded obscenely. Denise caught herself staring at my cock, and quickly looked up to see if her mother noticed. Fran smiled at her and sipped her orange juice. She lifted her butt slightly off the stool and moved it forward and leaned against the backrest. She wiggled her butt as if getting comfortable. The movement was highly suggestive, but her facial expression was serenely innocent.

I slumped, scooting my ass a little forward, making my hard-on even more prominent. I looked at Denise. I smiled and winked. She relaxed, and her legs parted. "Do you have any special plans today, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Michelle and Kimberly and Donna said that they were going to come over for a while."

"What are y'all going to do?" Fran asked.

"I don't know. Just kinda hang out, I guess."

"And diss the Popular girls," I laughed.

"Prob-lee," she laughed.

"I'm going to have to go to the office for a little while this afternoon," Fran said. "I'm up against a deadline on one of the city's publications."

I caught myself staring at my daughter's pussy. Her legs spread a little further. I looked up, and she smiled innocently at me.

I turned to Fran, looking directly at her cunt. "You won't be gone long, will you?"

"A couple of hours, maybe three," she said, parting her legs a little further.

Precum oozed out of my urethra and sparkled in the light from the sliding glass doors. Denise stared at it, then looked up self-consciously at her mother, who smiled a motherly smile. Denise's gaze returned to my leaking cock briefly, then looked at her mother, who was openly admiring my genitalia. Denise emitted a little involuntary nervous giggle.

I swiveled toward Denise, and made my cock twitch. "What time are your friends coming?"

"I dunno," she said, shrugging her shoulders and suppressing another nervous giggle. "11 or 12, I guess."

I swiveled toward Fran, again twitching my cock, and looking directly at her crotch. "When are you going to the office?"

"I dunno," she said, mimicking Denise's shoulder shrug. "11 or 12 I guess."

Denise laughed, and I swiveled back to her, staring at her pussy and licking my lips, and announced, "I need a shower." I stood, facing Denise, with my pre-cum leaking cock pointed almost directly at her pussy. As I moved past her, my cockhead left a smear on her knee.

"Me too," Fran said, following me. "Let's conserve water."

As soon as Fran closed the bathroom door, I backed her up against it and rammed my throbbing cock into her well lubricated cunt. I whispered in her ear, "You are so fucking perverted."

"I'm not the one diddling our innocent little eight-year-old daughter," She whispered into my ear.

"You know that she's just on the other side of the door, trying to listen?" I whispered.

"Oh yess," Fran moaned, loud enough for our audience to hear. "Your big hard cock feels so GOOD in my cunt. Fuck me, Ray. Fuck me hard!"

"Oh Fran, your pussy feels so fucking good. It's so hot and wet and tight around my cock." I pounded her pussy, banging her ass against the door. "I've never met a woman who loves cock as much as you do, Baby."

"When I saw the pre-cum leaking from your big hard cock, I wanted you to fuck me right there on the breakfast bar."

"While our daughter watched?"

"There's no law against fantasizing. Is there?"

"Oh God!" I moaned. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

"Yess! FUCK ME!"

Oh Fuck oh fuck oh fuck, " muttered as I pumped prodigious amounts of ejaculate in Fran's hot twat."

"I'm cuuuum-innng!"

"Wow!" I exclaimed breathlessly. "That was in - fucking - credible!"

We showered more quickly than usual. We wanted to get out and see how Denise would act around us, knowing that she had just listened to our little performance, in which her name had been mentioned.

I turned off the shower, and there was an immediate urgent knock on the door. "Mommy, Daddy, I gotta pee. Please hurry up!"

As soon as I opened the door, she squeezed past me, lifted her tee shirt, sat on the toilet, and a strong stream of pee gushed into the bowl. "Yuck!" she exclaimed, looking at the sole of her left foot. "I stepped in something y'all must have spilled on the floor."

That "something" was a puddle of seminal fluid just inside the doorway, and a trail of it leading to the bathtub.

She wiped her foot with a wad of toilet paper, and I used my towel to wipe up the floor. I was down on my hands and knees, wiping the floor when she stood, we were face to cunt, and I had this nearly irresistible urge to grab her hips with both hands and devour her pussy.

Fran took her robe down from the door hanger and started to put it on.

"Mommy...uh...er...if you like being naked...uh...I don't mind. I mean, if you want to, it's okay," Denise said, blushing.

"Why, thank you, Honey," Fran said, genuinely grateful. She put the robe back up on its hook and walked out.

Denise leaned down and whispered, "That was your cum on the floor. Wasn't it? Your cum from fucking Mommy."

"You eavesdropped again, you naughty little girl."

"She wanted you to fuck her on the breakfast bar while I watched?"

"There's no law against fantasies."

"That would be so cool!"

"Ray!" Fran called from our bedroom. "I'm gonna go ahead and go to the office now and get that crap done and off my mind."

Denise giggled. "Put some clothes on first, Mommy."

"Aww," Fran moaned dramatically. "Do I HAVE to?"

I raised Denise's tee shirt and gave her pussy lips a quick kiss.

I threw the cummy towels into the clothes hamper, and put my robe on. I stepped out of the bathroom at the same time Fran came out of the bedroom. She looked at Denise questioningly. "You're not going to let your father run around naked?"

Denise giggled nervously, then assumed that bored disinterested girl look, "I don't care what he wears. It doesn't matter to me."

"Is that permission for him to wear nothing?"

"If he wants to be naked, I don't care. Like I've seen his thing already. It's not a big deal."

"It certainly isn't small," Fran laughed. "And you don't have to wear clothes either if you don't want to, Denise."

"I can run around naked outside?"

Fran laughed, "I don't think that would be a very good idea. Let's start out with clothing being optional inside the house when we don't have company."

"Party pooper," I said.

Fran gave me a peck on the lips and tugged on the robe's belt. It fell open. She winked and walked away. "I should be back in two or three hours. I'll call if I'll be any longer."

We heard the Mustang's door clunk shut, the engine start and the whine of the electric motor lowering the convertible top. Squealing tires let us know that she had departed. I knew that the tire squeal was for our benefit. Fran was a safe driver and didn't normally drive like that. The Mustang looked hot, but it had a six cylinder engine with a standard three speed tranny. Denise quickly pulled the tee shirt over her head.

"Do you think that Mommy really wants you to fuck her on the breakfast bar?"

"We've done it a few times."

"I mean with me sitting right there watching."

"Talking about it really turned her on when we fucked in the bathroom, as you heard. People frequently fantasize about doing things that they wouldn't do in real life," I said. "Then sometimes you get a chance and the reality exceeds the fantasy."

"Did you ever fantasize about me?"

"Only in the past year, and I was ashamed of myself for thinking those thoughts."

"When did you first thinking about me like that?"

"Summer before last, when I was photographing you and your friends while y'all were practicing your cheer leading and dance moves."

"Did we give you a hard-on?" Denise giggled.

"Yeah," I replied, hanging my head in shame.

"Michelle said that she saw a bulge in your pants."

"This year, we all saw it."

"Why do they teach little girls all of those sexy moves?"

Denise giggled naughtily. "I think our coach likes girls to. We're pretty sure that she's a lesbian. She's always touching us when she's showing us the right poses. She's 'accidentally' touched my pussy and and nipples."

"Did you like it?"

Her mouth formed a naughty little grin. She giggled and nodded, then asked, "What do you want to do to me?"

"Do WITH you, not To you."

"What do you want to do WITH me, Daddy?"

"We did more than I imagined doing last night, in the Wal-Mart parking lot."

"You didn't imagine fucking me?" she asked, with just a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Oh yeah, I imagined it alright. But I couldn't imagine doing it until you were a little older, and bigger," I said. "If you haven't noticed, I am fairly well endowed?"

"Endowed?"

"I have a big dick, and you have a little cunt. I would never hurt you."

"What about play fucking?" Denise giggled. "You know, sticking your cock between my legs and play fucking."

"Let's do it," I said. "Your bed or mine?"

"Neither one," she giggled. "Lets do it on the breakfast bar, like Mommy wanted you to fuck her."

"You are one kinky kid."

She started to climb up on the bar.

"Me first. You get on top." I got up onto the bar, lay on my back. "Straddle me, Baby, and ride Daddy's cock. That's it. Spread yhose beautiful pussy lips and slid up and down Daddy's cock."

"This is so cool Daddy," Denise said. "Oh. Oh. It fells really nice."

"Daddy wants to cum in your cunt. When I tell you that I'm going to cum, guide the head of my cock into your cunt as far as you can. Just the head."

I didn't last long, watching and feeling my daughter's pretty pink hot wet twat sliding up and down my shaft. "Faster Denise! Faster," I moaned grabbing both ass cheeks and guiding her movements. Oh god. Now, Baby. Put it in now. I'm cuummminnn." It felt like there was an explosion in my balls, causing the cum to blast up my shaft and erupt into my daughter's cunt. The head was in, but not past the flare.

"OH Daddy. Oh God! Eeeeiiii!"

The fucking doorbell rang.

"Oh shit," I said. "Just a Minute!" I yelled. "Go get dressed, Denise. I'll get the door." I dashed up the stairs, grabbed my robe, then dashed back down. My hair was still wet from the shower. I opened the door, and there stood Michelle, Kimberly and Donna. "Hi, girls," I said, breathing heavily. "I was in the shower. I think Denise might be in the back yard."

"I'm here," Denise said cheerfully. "Come on to my room."

"Hi, Mr. Hyde they chorused out of harmony."

"Did y'all have fun last night?"

"Oh yeah," Michelle said, sounding as seductive as an eight-year-old can sound. "It was the best Daddy Daughter Dance ever."

"You looked pretty hot in that Tuxedo," Kimberly said. "Kind of like James Bond."

Donna just smiled knowingly, and blood surged to my erectile tissue. Of the three girls, she was the least attractive. She wasn't homely by any means. She was plain looking and on the chubby side, which gave her a hint of boobs that the others lacked. She had big brown eyes that begged me to fuck her. Of course, I was influenced by the knowledge that she was having some sort of sexual relations with her thirty-something year old uncle.

"Come on, Donna," Denise called.

Donna broke eye contact, looked down at the growing tent in my robe and smiled. The girls bustled into Denise's room. I went to my computer and check my e-mail. I had one from stevinpeg69.

Denise & Ray,

Had a great time at movie. We must get together ASAP. I'll be out of town for a week lining up a major reconstruction job. Peg at grandmother's.

Steve.

I considered checking out the Daddy Daughter Chat Room, but decided to wait until Denise was with me.

The giggling girl gang gathered around me. "Daddy," Denise said. "We want to ride the ferry to the peninsula and watch the porpoises and feed the seagulls and look for sand dollars on the beach,"

"Please. Please, Please, Mr. Hyde." the girls implored.

"Okay. Okay. We better carry some blankets in case it turns cold." It had been an unseasonably warm February, even for the Texas Gulf Coast.

"Daddy was a Boy Scout," Denise said. "Always prepared. For anything."

The girls giggled naughtily.

They grabbed a blanket each, and we piled into the station wagon.

"Why do you drive such an old car?" Kimberly asked.

"Because I love this old car. I'll keep it forever."

"Look at this," Denise said. "Get in the back." the girls crawled over the back of the back seat. Denise lowered the back of the back seat, then closed the curtain. There was giggling and oohing and ahhing and OMGing.

Denise stuck her head through the curtain and whispered, "Can I tell them that I was conceived here?"

"Yeah, You overhear your mother telling a friend."

She kissed my cheek, and ducked back through the curtain. More whispering and giggling and OMGing.

"In the Wal-Mart parking lot?" one of them gasped.

"That is too Rad!" Donna said.

"Can we ride back here?" Denise asked.

"May we?" I corrected.

An exasperated sigh, then "MAY we ride back here?"

"No. You have to ride in the seat, wearing seat belts."

"But nobody'll know, Daddy. Nobody can see!"

"I'll know. Everyone rides in the seat with seat belts buckled, or we stay home."

The curtain opened, the back of the back seat was put in place. There was a whispered discussion, and Donna got into the front passenger seat and buckled up. She smiled a knowing smile that said "I know what you've done."

I placed my right arm on the top of the passenger sheet as I looked backward to back out of the driveway. I spun the steering wheel to the right to turn onto the street, then spun it back to the left to drive down the street. As I did, my right hand slipped down onto Donna's right shoulder. Her left hand covered my right hand and squeezed. I yanked my hand away and drove with both hands on the steering wheel, until some jerk an a huge SUV ran a stop sign right in front of me. Natural reaction - I locked the brakes and my right arm swung over to the the passenger's chest, to protect her from being thrown forward. It was a natural reaction. I always did it - even when the seat was unoccupied. My hand cupped her little titty.

"Sorry," I asid, jerking my hand away.

"It's okay," she said, again giving me that knowing smile, and looking at me with a knowing look.

"Daddy does that to me all the time," Denise explained.

Three heads quickly swiveled toward my daughter."

"Oh, really?" Michelle said.

"I mean, he does it every time he has to stop fast. Jeez! Get your minds out of the gutter."

The girls started gossiping about their friends and enemies and movie stars and rock stars and clothes and my mind blocked them out until Denise said, "Fuck 'em." followed by a momentary silence. I felt four pair of eyes on me.

I didn't react, and the babbling resumed.

Michelle said, "Shit!"

I didn't react.

More babbling.

Kimberly said, "He's an asshole!"

More babbling.

"She's a such stupid cunt," Donna said. I glanced over at her. She was looking directly at me with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

I pulled into a convenience store. "I think we should take a potty break here," I said. "It's Saturday, and there'll be a long wait at the ferry landing. I'll get us some snacks and drinks."

"Cheetos for the seagulls!" Denise said.

The girls went to the restroom while I bought a Styrofoam cooler, a bag of ice, two six packs of root beer, and large bags of Fritos, potato chips and Cheetos. Was it my imagination that the young store clerk was perving the girls?

The girls carried the goodies out while I went to the restroom and jacked off.

Donna was again riding shotgun. She had apparently sat down then twisted to her left, facing me. Her left thigh rested on the seat, with her knee nearly touching my right thigh. The left leg of her khaki shorts was open, exposing nearly half of her red satin panty-clad crotch. She was talking to the girls in the back when I opened the door to get in. I froze at the sight of the her partially exposed undies.

She smiled at me, glanced down at her crotch then turned her attention back to Denise, Michelle and Kimberly. I got in, buckled up and drove away, attempting to keep my eyes on the road. Movement caught my attention, and I saw that she was casually scratching her inner thigh, a couple of inches below her crotch. Jeez! She was so hot. Knowing that she was fooling around with an uncle my age made her even sexier.

The ferry like was backed up about a mile. "Looks like it's going to be a long wait, girls," I said.

"May we get in the back now?" Denise asked.

"Sure," I said. "When you get settled in, please hand me a root beer."

Denise, Michelle and Kimberly climbed over the back of the back seat and lowered it. They closed the curtain, giggling. "Donna, Come on back here," Denise giggled.

Donna unbuckled her seat belt. "I'll get a root beer for you Mr. Hyde," she said. I flashed back to old film footage of Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday Mister President. Donna didn't sing, but her preteen voice was every bit as seductive as Marilyn's.

She climbed over the seat and disappeared behind the curtain. I took the opportunity to unbuckle and adjust the hard lump in my left pants leg. "Here's your root beer, Mr. Hyde," Donna said.

I turned, and found myself almost face to face with her. She was looking at my crotch as she held out the cold plastic bottle. "If you need anything else, let me know," she said.

"Thank you," I said as she again disappeared behind the curtain.

"Nobody can see in," Michelle whispered. "They can't see a thing."

There was a brief silence that was broken by a burst of giggles and "Oh My God. I can't believe you mooned those people." Denise said, "I told y'all that I was conceived back here in the Wal-Mart parking lot. That means that my parents were fucking back here while people were all around."

"Look at it," Donna whispered. "This car was made for fucking. I'll bet that's why your daddy wants to keep it."

Denise whispered "Show 'em your tits, Donna." More giggling.

I caught myself absentmindedly stroking my cock through my jeans.

"Michelle," Donna whispered. "I double dog dare you to show them your pussy."

More giggling and unintelligible whisperings. "I'll do it, if you all do it," Michelle whispered.

Silence. Giggling. "Nobody would ever believe we did that," Kimberly giggled.

"Donn-nna!" three girls gasped. "You are such a slut," Denise whispered.

Denise's head appeared through the curtain. "Want some chips, Daddy?"

"Yes, please." She handed me the potato chips and whispered in my ear, "Donna spread her pussy open."

A few minutes later, Donna's head appeared. "Ready for another drink, Mr. Hyde?"

"Uh...No, Donna. Thank you. I'm alright for now," I said looking down at the bottle sitting between my thighs.

She extended her head further over my shoulder to look down at it. She disappeared.

Things seemed to settle down to the usual prepubescent chatter. I munched chips and sipped root beer as the line of cars inched forward.

Kimberly whispered, "Mary Lou told me that she caught her oldest sister sucking her boyfriend's cock."

"Her older sister was sucking Mary Lou's boyfriend's cock?" Michelle gasped.

"No, silly," Kimberly chuckled. "Mary Lou doesn't have a boyfriend. She was sucking her own boyfriend's cock. She scared them, and the guy shot cum all over her sister's face. Then, Mary Lou told them not to worry about it. She wasn't a tattle tale. She said that later, the guy tried to feel her up when her sister wasn't around."

I scooted as far forward in the seat as I could, and tried to adjust my cock to a less painful position.

"May we have some of the chips, Daddy?" Denise asked, leaning over the back of the seat, and giving my cock a quick squeeze before grabbing the bag and retreating to the rear.

Michelle's head appeared. "Are we there yet?"

"Five more minutes, I'd guess."

"Thank you for putting up with us,"

"My pleasure," I said. The ferry docked and offloaded the inbound traffic.

The curtain opened, and the quartet of sexy preteens watched as I drove aboard and parked. There were cars in front, on both sides and behind us. The ferry's horn blast let us know that we were underway.

"Are y'all going to get out, watch the porpoises and feed the gulls?"

They quickly decided that they wanted to stay in the car.

"I'm going to the head," I said.

"The head?" Donna giggled.

"That's what they call restrooms on boats," Denise said.

"Really?" Michelle giggled. Then, in a sweet, innocent voice, "I thought it was called the poop deck."

My little station wagon literally rocked with our laughter. People on deck turned and stared. Tears were running down my cheeks by the time I recovered from laughing.

"Will y'all please behave while I'm gone?"

"Yes, We'll behave," Donna said. Then, with a sly grin, "While you're gone."

There were only two restrooms for each gender, and I wasn't the first one there. Two boys in their early teens were in line ahead of me. "Did you see that little Ford wagon with the dark windows and the Peace sign on the back?"

"You mean the Fuck Wagon with the P-I-E-C-E sign" the other whispered.

"Don't come knockin' when this wagon is rockin'"

I finally got to the restroom and ejaculated in four or five strokes. It took a little longer to pee.

I returned to the car and got into my seat. "May I have another root beer?" I asked.

"Daddy's back," Denise announced.

"Oh, Goody," Donna giggled. "We can stop behaving."

I let out a long sigh. "Just don't do anything that'll get us arrested." I begged.

"We wouldn't want you to get arrested," Kimberly said. "You wouldn't be able to take us for rides any more."

"We wouldn't want that," Donna said. "Mr. Hyde is too much fun."

"Are you having fun, Daddy?"

"Loads and loads," I said sarcastically.

My cell phone rang. It was Fran. "Help!" I said "I've been kidnapped by kids - a band of heathens."

"Where are you?"

"On the Karankawa Peninsula Ferry."

"Going or coming?"

"Going."

"A cold front is moving in fast. It should hit the peninsula in a half hour to forty-five minutes."

"Oh shit," I said.

"What?" Denise asked. "What's wrong."

"A cold front is moving in." I explained.

"Did you get the heater fixed," Fran asked.

"No."

"It's supposed to drop down to freezing, maybe into the 20s."

"I thought to bring blankets along, just in case."

Fran chuckled, "Just in case of what, you dirty old man? Is your dick hard, Baby?"

"Yes, dear, it is hard, putting up with these hellcats."

The girls go into a giggle fit and my cock gives an involuntary hard twitch.

More giggling.

"As soon as we dock, I'll make a 'U' turn and get back in line and come back. The temperature's already dropping. The north wind's picking up, and the seas are starting to get a little choppy. I should have checked the weather before leaving."

"Have the girls call their parents and let them know what's happening. Make arrangements to drop them off or have their parents pick them up at our place. Bye."

I filled the girls in on the situation and offered my phone. None of the parents were crazy enough to give an eight-year-old girl a cell phone.

"Doesn't this car have a heater?" Donna asked.

"Yes, and it works, but the blower motor blew and I haven't gotten around to replacing it."

Michelle and Kimberly called their parents, who agreed to pick them up at my house. Donna left a message on her mother's phone and dialed again. "Uncle Ralph...giggle giggle...Stop it. This is serious." She explained the situation, then handed the phone to me. "Uncle Ralph wants to talk to you."

"Hello?'

"Aren't you the lucky guy?" he chuckled.

"Lucky?"

"Trapped in a blizzard with four lovely little ladies."

A spontaneous nervous laugh escaped my lips.

"Mr. Hyde --"

"Ray."

"Ray. I'm on the road right now. I'm a trucker. I have to drop off this load and I'll head back as soon as I can. I don't know where Brenda, Donna's mother, is right now. She always forgets to charge her cell phone battery. She and her current boyfriend had some sort of activities planned for the weekend, and I'm babysitting - please don't tell her I said 'babysitting.' She hates that term - tonight. I'll get to your place as soon as I can."

"No problema," I said.

"I've been wanting to meet the coolest Dad in town," he chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Donna's mentioned you and Denise often, but after last night's Daddy Daughter thing, she just went on and on about how cool you were, especially the part about hearing your daughter say 'Fuck 'em" and not losing your cool."

I cleared my throat, "yeah...well...I don't forget being a kid. Most parents expect their kids to be much more innocent than they were at the same age. Like they never played doctor in their lives."

"I know what you mean," Ralph chuckled. "Last year, Donna let slip an 'Oh Fuck!' I probably should have told her to watch her language, but it sounded so damn cute coming out of a seven-year-old girl's mouth. I laughed. Now, whenever we're alone, she cusses like a drunken sailor."

I laughed.

"I'll bet she's let a few naughty words slip out today, just to test your reaction."

"They all have."

"Hummm," he sighed, "All of them are talking dirty?"

I had this vision of a big, bearded burly trucker jacking off while barreling down the highway in his big rig.

"Yep, every one of them," I said.

"And you haven't tried to stop them." he said. It was a statement, not a question.

"No, I haven't even thought about it."

"Because you like it?"

"Yeah. I like it. I like it a lot."

"Me too, man. It's so fucking hot. I'll bet your cock is as hard as a rock right now."

"Yeah, it is," I sighed. "I gotta go we're docking . I gotta get turned around."

"Oh shit," Ralph said. "You're going to have a long wait with all of the day trippers abandoning the peninsula."

"Bye."

"I wanted to talk to him," Donna whined.

"I need to charge the battery," I said.

"You didn't bring a blanket, Daddy."

"I'll share mine with him," Donna giggled.

"You sat up front with him on the way here," Michelle said. "I'll share with him."

"We can take turns," Denise said. "Gimme three coins, Daddy."

"But there are four of us," Donna said.

"Michelle's right, you rode up front with him all the way here," Denise explained. "You go last."

"Not fair," Donna said. "You're with him all of the time. You should go last."

"Okay," Denise conceded. "I go last, you go third."

"Rock, paper, scissor?" Michelle suggested.

"One, two, three," Denise counted.

"Fuck!" Kimberly whispered.

"I go first," Michelle giggled, climbing into the front seat with her blanket as we drove off of the ferry.

I had to drive more than a mile before I could make a 'U' turn. I wasn't the only one getting off the ferry and making a turn around.

"Here, Daddy," Denise said, putting her blanket over my shoulders. "We can share back here."

When I got in line, I arranged Denise's blanket over my head and shoulders. Michelle snuggled up next to me, with her head resting on my chest and her right arm around my waist. Her blanket covered me from the waist down. My blanket covered the upper parts of our bodies. I put my right arm around her, with my hand on her belly. Her hand slowly moved to my lower abdomen, below my belt and above my reviving hard-on. Michelle snuggled closer, putting her right thigh over mine. The edge of her hand was nearly at the base of my cock, which surged to full erection. My right hand moved to her right hip.

Michelle wriggled, and my palm cupped her right ass cheek. She purred, looked up and smiled. I squeezed her ass, and pulled her closer to me. The edge of her hand touched the base of my bulge, I flinched and she pulled it away quickly."

"Sorry," she giggled, not sounding at all sorry.

Her hand slid slowly until the edge rested against the base of my bulge. She wriggled, snuggling tighter against me, and the edge of her hand pressed firmly against the base of my cock. My hand moved down until my little finger touched the edge of her mound. Her hand slid slowly downward, her hand rested on my cock. My little finger, pressed along the center line of her crotch. Michelle giggled and gave my bulge a gentle squeeze.

Horns honked, alerting me that the line was moving. Someone yelled, "Move it mother-fucker!"

I moved with the line of cars until it came to a stop again.

"Shut up you cock sucking asshole," Michelle said, not loud enough for anyone outside the car to hear.

"Stupid dog fucker," Kimberly giggled.

"Shit eater," Denise muttered.

"Go suck a pig's cock," Donna said.

I decided to join in, "I don't know why people say 'cock sucker' like it's a bad thing. It should be a sweet term of endearment, like 'sweetheart' or 'honey' or 'Baby,' not like it's something you don't like."

Donna asked "Do you like having your cock sucked, Mr. Hyde/"

"Duh?" I laughed. "What's not to like?"

"Does Mrs. Hyde suck your cock?" Donna asked.

"We're getting a little personal here, aren't we?"

"Sorry," she giggled.

"He says that Mommy is the best cocksucker in the known universe."

"Denise!?!" I barked, genuinely shocked.

The other girls gasped.

"I listen to them through the door when they're fucking." Denise said.

"Why, you sneaky little..." I said.

Kimberly giggled, "I've seen my parents fucking."

"Really?"

"Their bedroom blinds don't go all of the way down to the bottom, and I can peek in."

"How many times have you seen them fucking?" Michelle asked, squeezing my hard-on.

"A lot. I can usually tell when they're going to do it - Fuck. They get all lovey-dovey, and Daddy has a big bulge in his pants. He'll grab Momma's ass and tits when he thinks I'm not watching."

"Does your Dad have a big cock," Donna asked.

I turned around to look when she said, "It's about this long," holding her hands apart seven or eight inches. "And about this big around," her middle finger and thumb were about an inch apart from completing a circle.

"I watched Uncle Ralph fuck one of his girlfriends in the ass," Donna announced. "His is this long." Looking directly at me, she held her index fingers about six inches apart. "And this big around," making a tube of her fist with her middle finger and thumb nearly an inch apart, making a barely perceptible masturbatory movements.

It was obvious that Kimberly was estimating the size, and it was just as obvious that Donna was giving precise measurements.

"Hey," Kimberly interjected. "It's my turn to cuddle with Mr. Hyde."

I gently squeezed Michelle's crotch and said, "Thank you for keeping me warm." She squeezed my cock and kissed my lips, before climbing over the back and getting under the blankets with Denise and Donna.

Kimberly cuddled up with me and we adjusted the blankets.

"How big is yours, Mr. Hyde?" Donna asked.

"What!"

"How big is your cock? The bulge in your pants looked gigantic when I was in the front seat."

"Maybe this has gone a little bit too far," I said nervously while my cock tried valiantly to rip through the painfully constraining denim.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hyde. We can keep secrets," Donna said. "Look girls, we can't never ever tell anyone about what we do today. Mr. Hyde could get into deep shit. If the wrong people ever found out, he could go to prison where he would be beat up, raped in the ass and maybe even killed."

There was no doubt in my mind that she was giving the girls the exact spiel that her Uncle Ralph had given her.

My phone rang. It was Fran.

"Hi, babe, What's up?" I asked.

"Call me when you're ten minutes away from home. I'll have some hot cocoa ready for your arrival."

"That sounds marvelous."

"How are y'all doing?"

"We're bundling up and cuddling up, trying to stay warm."

"Sounds like fun. Talk to you when you get home."

"Fran's going to have hot cocoa ready for us when we get home," I announced.

Kimberly cuddled up close. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, I realized that it had gone directly to her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. She threw her right leg over mine and ground her pelvic bone against my hip.

"Do you like watching your Mom and Dad fuck. Kimberly."

"Hell yes," she replied.

Denise giggled, "Do you play with yourself while you watch?"

Kimberly blushed and nodded.

"Denise," Donna asked. "Do you finger fuck your cunt while you listen to Mr. and Mrs. Hyde fucking?"

"Yeah," Denise said proudly. "I do. I do it a lot."

I finally drove onto the ferry. "It's a forty five minute trip to the mainland," I said.

"Come on back here, Daddy. Let's all get under the covers. It'll be warmer."

We got under the snuggled together and piled the blankets on top of us. Donna and Denise to my right and Michelle and Kimberly to my left. We spooned together, lying on our left sides for a while, then rolling over to the right. I started out with my bulge pressing firmly against Kimberly's ass. Michelle grabbed my right hand and placed it on her crotch. When my left hip started to get sore, I rolled to my right, spooning against Donna and playing with my daughter's pussy. Michelle and Kimberly traded places.

"You need to put a mattress back here," Donna said. "It would be more comfortable."

"I used to have a four-inch foam pad covering the floor," I said. "I took it out when I had to haul some stuff, and never put it back."

Donna ground her butt against my crotch. I slipped my right arm under her and squeezed her little tittie with my right hand, while my left hand fondled her crotch.

"Time to turn," Michelle said.

I turned over, spooned against Michelle and put my hand on Kimberly's crotch. She placed her little hand on top of mine and rubbed it against her covered cunt. Denise and Donna were squirming, whispering and giggling behind me.

My hip started getting sore again, and I rolled over, spooning against my daughter, who ground her ass hard against my bulge. I reached over for Donna's crotch and found a naked pussy."

"What the...?"

Denise and Donna laughed.

"What's going on," Michelle asked.

Donna and Denise raised their hands out from the blankets, displaying their shorts and panties.

"No way!" Kimberly exclaimed, raising the blankets and seeing that Denise and Donna were naked from the waist down.

Denise rolled over, facing me. She reached down and unzipped my fly. "Take it out, Daddy," Denise pleaded. "They'll never tell. I know they won't."

"Please," Kimberly said. "I swear I'll never tell."

"I swear," Michelle said.

"What the hell?" I said, unsnapping the waistband and lowering my jeans to my knees.

"Oh Wow," Michelle gasped.

"Oh My God!" Kimberly exclaimed. "Monster cock," Donna said, taking it in her hand and stroking it. "Can Mrs. Hyde swallow it all?"

"Yes, Donna, my wife can take it all," I said. "Like my daughter said, She's the best cocksucker in the known universe."

Donna took more than half in her mouth before gagging. It was unbelievable - an eight-year-old girl I barely knew was sucking my cock while my daughter and her friends watched in amazement. She cradled the underside of the shaft with her tongue, and moved it up and down while she sucked. She licked my cock and teased the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue. "Suck it, Donna. Suck my cock."

Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster.

"I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum."

She sucked harder and her lips slid up and down my cock faster and faster. I blew my load.

Donna raised her head and smiled at me, she hadn't lost a drop of my semen. She raised up until we were face-to-face, then she opened her mouth, showing that she didn't swallow it all. I kissed her, slipping my tongue past her lips and tasting my own cum. She transferred it to my mouth, and I swallowed it.

The Ferry's horn blasted and I quickly pulled up my pants and got behind the steering wheel. Soon, we were on our way home. Denise rode shotgun on the way home. I called Fran, and the hot cocoa was steaming on the breakfast counter when we dashed into the house.

To be continued