I don't usually need an alarm clock, since I usually awake a little before. Fortunate, I had the good sense to set the alarm for 6 o'clock this morning. Julie's plane was scheduled to arrive at Hobby at 8. I would leave the house at 6:30 to give myself plenty of time to get there. If there were no traffic problems, I would be there in less than 45 minutes, but I always expected traffic problems.

“What an incredible dream!” I thought. It was the most erotic dream I had ever experienced. My 9-year-old daughter, Michelle, her friend, Denise, and Denise's father, Roy, in a hot pedophilic foursome. The dream had been so realistic. I could still smell the cum and pussy juice.

Then, I realized that it wasn't my imagination. I actually smelled like cum and vaginal fluid. Cum was caked on my cock, belly and chest. “Jesus Fucking Christ! It happened. It really happened.”

I shaved and showered quickly, then went to Michelle's room and eased the door open. Michelle and Denise lay cuddled together, sound asleep and naked, dried cum on their faces and bodies. My daughter's lips were slightly parted, and I was tempted to touch the with the tip of my cock. I wanted to fuck Denise again. It wouldn't be as hot as it was with her father watching and masturbating. But I needed to save my energy if I was going to carry out my plan to tie Julie down on the bed, tease her to the point where she is begging for cock, and have our 9-year-old daughter walk into the bedroom, followed by Denise and Roy and Fran. I would love to see the look on her face when she sees Roy's hard 9-inch cock.

I still wasn't sure if I had the guts to go through with my kinky plan. I wanted to do it. Julie had her safe word, to put an end to any games I might play while she was tied spread eagle to the bedposts.

“Stop it.” But she had to say it three consecutive times. “Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.” One night, she changed her mind after saying “Stop it” once. The three times was her idea.

If she didn't use the safe word after Michelle entered the room, I was certain that she wouldn't use it at all. If she used it as soon as she saw our daughter, I would probably be in deep shit.

I told the girls to go over to the Hyde's house when I departed for the airport, and to await my phone call. If I tell Michelle, “Mommy's home.” That would mean that I chickened out. If I didn't chicken out, I would say, “Party Time!”

One thing in my favor is that Julie had not been fucked in nearly a week. She would be coming home horny. We had sex at least three or four times a week, and frequently did it every day, and often more than once a day.

There were no traffic problems, and I was standing in the terminal at 7:20. I checked the monitors to ensure that Julie's plane was on time. I paced nervously, still uncertain if I would go through with my plan and fulfill my fantasy, or if I would chicken out. I didn't have to make that decision until we got home, and tried to stop worrying about it. Have you ever tried to force yourself to stop worrying about something?

Then a pair of scantily clad 9 or 10-year-old girls arrived at the terminal, one of whom actually wore Lolita sunglasses. She looked directly at me and smiled. She whispered to the other girl, who also looked at me and giggled. As they walked away, their hips swayed provocatively. Is it possible that some girls can actually spot pedophiles?

I bought a Newsweek magazine to have something boring to read, hoping that it would take my mind off of sex, and deplete my raging hard-on. I sat down, opened the magazine and was distracted by a flash of flesh in my peripheral vision. A girl, 6 or 7 years old, was sitting across and a little to my right. She had both feet up on the seat, and her knees slightly parted, displaying a pink panty crotch. Her mother patted her knees, making the child put her feet down. I tried to return my attention to the magazine, but was again distracted by the flesh flash. The little girl had a comic book and had moved one chair away from her mother. This time, Only her left foot (the one farthest away from her mother) was on the seat. She smiled at me, and her knees parted slightly.

“Darla!” her mother snapped. “I don't know what I'm going to do with you.” But Mommy made no move to push the girl's knee back down.

I quickly put my head down and tried to concentrate on the magazine again, but my eyes drifted upward. The left foot was on the seat, her right foot was still on the floor, and the pink panties were still on display. The mother was ostensibly reading a newspaper. But she glanced up at me and quickly back down at the paper. I couldn't tell for certain, but I had the impression that she was smiling. Darla grinned at me naughtily.

I feared for my sanity. Was I hallucinating? I was going crazy. I set the magazine down and made no pretense of not staring at Darla's crotch. I grinned at her. She grinned back, and her legs parted farther. The mother's eyes darted from the newspaper to her daughter, to me then back to the newspaper. I stared openly at the pink panty crotch. Was that a wet spot? I glanced over at the mother. She was looking at me and smiling. As soon as she realized that I was looking at her, she returned her attention to the paper.

I reached down and adjusted my bulge. Darla giggled. I winked at her. She winked back. The comic rested on her raised leg, but she made no pretense of looking at it. My hand again drifted to my crotch and squeezed the bulge. Darla giggled louder. Mommy glanced at her daughter, then at me, and again quickly averted her glance to the paper.

The arrival of Julie's flight was announced. When I stood up to walk toward the arrival gate, Darla waved at me. I waved back and rubbed my bulge. “Ma'am, You have a lovely daughter,” I said.

“Thank you, sir,” she replied. “I'm afraid that she's not very lady-like sometimes.”

“Some guys like unlady-like.”

“So I've noticed.” she replied, looking pointedly at my crotch.

I rubbed my bulge and said, “Good-bye, Darla. It was nice 'Seeing' you.”

“It was nice 'Seeing' you too,” she laughed.

“Darla,” the woman said. “Why don't you give Mister...”

“Bud. Just Bud.”

“Give Just Bud a good-bye kiss”

Darla jumped down from her chair and ran to me. I squatted down with my legs spread wide.

She threw her arms around my neck, hugged me and pressed against my crotch. I looked up and saw her mother standing right behind her, looking around to make sure no one was watching.

I looked directly at Darla's mother as my right hand glided up under her skirt and fondled her ass.

“We're going to Memphis, Bud. Where are you going.”

“Nowhere. I'm here to pick up my wife.”

“Oh.”

Mommy knelt down behind the girl. “Darla, we'll never see Bud again.” She reached around her daughter, under the front of her dress and pulled the pink panties to the side. “Bud, Darla's 13-year-old cousin popped her 6-year-old cherry last week. Didn't he Darla?”

“I'm six and a half!” Darla said. “Bobby finger-fucked my pussy.”

“Did you like that?” I asked, slipping a finger in her bald puffy cunt. “Did you like him finger fucking your beautiful little pussy?”

“It hurt. Then it felt really really good.”

I caught sight of my wife, “I gotta go,” I said.

“We're going to the ladies room and frig each other,” Darla's mom sighed.

I was as nervous as an overly self-conscious teenager picking up his first date, and my erection wilted. I knew at that moment that I didn't have the guts to pursue my fantasy.

We embraced. She nibbled my earlobe and whispered, “I am so fucking horny!”

“How was the seminar?”

“Boring boring boring!” She moaned. “Except that there was a really hunky male nurse who kept hitting on me, in spite of the fact that I told him I was a happily married woman. By the third day, I was ready to rip his clothes off, throw him down on the lobby floor, straddle his cock and fuck his brains out.”

“Really?”

“Instead, I slapped his face, threatened report him to hotel security, and file sexual harassment charges,” she laughed. “Then I went to my room, stripped, and frigged myself silly.”

My dick almost got hard before I realized that she would be pissed off to the max after resisting temptation, and finding out that I had not – that I had sexually molested our daughter and fucked a 9-year-old girl. She was going to kill me.

We collected her luggage and headed home. Once on the freeway, she took my right hand, placed it on her inner thigh and spread her legs. “Feel how wet my pussy is,” she said, sliding my hand up to her slick cunt.

She placed her hand on my crotch. My cock again went half hard before deflating again.

“What's wrong?” She asked.

“Wrong?”

“Yes, wrong. Your cock would normally be trying to rip through your jeans by now. Something is definitely wrong. Is it Michelle?”

“Michelle?” I gulped.

“Oh, you're not handling it well, are you?”

“Handling what well?”

“Your innocent little girl witnessing a perverted sex act.”

“Huh?”

“Where is Michelle right now?”

“Over at the Hyde house.”

“And that bothers you.”

“Bothers me?” I realized that I was sounding like an echo.

“You promised her that Denise could still be her best friend. Which was the right thing to do. But it bothers you that she lost her 'innocence' in that house,” she said, wiggling her fingers as quotation marks.

“No, I…”

“Honey, daddies always want to think that their daughters are asexual beings. Remember that girls discover the joys of masturbation years before boys do. They are just as interested as boys are in things sexual.”

“Is that your professional opinion?”

“That is my professional opinion.”

I exhaled a long sigh of relief. “I don't know,” I said, suppressing a grin. “Maybe you're right.”

“I know I'm right,” she said smugly.

It was like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders. I felt light, and a little light-headed.

She pressed my hand against her pussy, and I nearly drifted into the right lane. An air horn blasted.

I jerked my hand away as an 18 wheeler passed. The driver gave me the finger.

We drove the rest of the way with Julie telling me how she was going to fuck my brains out when we got home. She wanted me to role play the macho male nurse, so she could rip my clothes off, throw me down on the floor, straddle my cock and rape me.

My cock was suddenly rock hard. I Was going to live out my fantasy, instead of acting out hers. I wasn't going to make the “Chicken” phone call. I was going to make the “Party” call.

I don't normally exceed the posted speed limit my more than 5 MPH. I goosed it, and we pulled into the driveway just before 10AM. I snatched her suitcase and overnight bag from the back seat and jogged to the back door. Julie walked up behind me as I was rummaging through my pockets.

“Looking for these, Lover?” she laughed, dangling my keys between her thumb and forefinger.

I snatched them away from her and unlocked the door. I snatched up the luggage and dropped them on the kitchen floor. I turned, ripped Julie's blouse open, and practically tore it of her body. The button popped off and the zipper zipped open when I yanked at her waistband.

“Bud!?!” she shreiked.

I hoisted her up, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her to the bedroom, where I dropped her onto the bed and straddled her waist. She gave only token resistance as I tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

“Looks like I'm not the only horny one!” she laughed.

I took a remote controlled vibrating bullet from the night table drawer, switched the remote on and off and on and off to make sure it was working, then inserted it into her vagina.

I walked out of the room.

“Bud? Bud? Come back here. You want me to beg? I'm begging! I don't need foreplay. I need COCK!”

I went to the living room, plopped down on my recliner and called the Hyde's number.

“Hello?” Denise said. I sensed the expectancy in her voice.

I whispered, “Par-tee time.”

“Party Time!” she squealed.

“Party Time!” Michelle echoed.

“What's the drill, Bud?” Roy asked from the other phone.

“Everybody come over quietly. The back door is open.”

“We're on our way.”

“Bud?” Julie yelled. “Get in here. Now!”

“I'll be there shortly, Dear.”

Michelle and Denise were the first to enter, followed closely by Roy and Fran, who was wearing a black leather mini skirt, and a man's white dress shirt with the tails tied just between and below her tits.

I led everyone into Michelle's room. “Michelle, when you hear me say, 'Tell me how badly you need cock,' get ready. Let your mother talk for a little while, then come in and say, 'Welcome home, Mommy.' and kiss her on the mouth. Denise, come in when you hear me say, 'She's already seen Fran sucking Roy's cock while he was licking her cunt.' Fran and Roy, I'll just call y'all in.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Roy whispered.

“Bud?” Julie yelled. “Where the hell are you. I want cock. I need a good hard fucking! Now!”

The girls stifled giggles.

I switched the remote control on, waited a few seconds and switched it off again.

“That's not going to get the job done,” Julie yelled. “Come on, Bud. I don't need to play games right now. My cunt couldn't get any juicier!”

I walked into the bedroom and switched the remote on.

“Come on, Bud, Take the vibrator out and put your cock in!”

I touched her swollen clit with my finger tip. She writhed and rolled her hips. “Fuck me! Give me that hard fucking cock. Ram it in. Fuck me hard!”

“Soon, my Dear, soon.”

“Now! Fuck me now. My cunt's on fire. Please, Bud.”

I straddled her torso, like I was positioning myself for a titty-fuck.”

“Not between my tits. I need it in my cunt.”

I grasped her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. I pinched lightly, and twisted and pulled.

She whimpered and sighed. “Please, Bud. I need it so bad.”

I couldn't hold off any longer. “What would you do for a good, hard fucking?”

“Anything, Baby. Any fucking thing you want me to do.”

“Any Thing?”

“Yes, God Damn it. Any Fucking Thing you want!”

I couldn't hold off any longer. “ Tell me how badly you need cock.”

“I need cock more than anything in the whole fucking world. I feel like I'll die if you don't fuck me soon. I…” Her eyes widened her mouth opened when she saw our naked daughter enter the room. “Untie…”

My heart stopped momentarily until I realized that she wasn't going to use the safe word.

Michelle hugged her neck, kissed her lips and said, “Welcome home, Mommy.”

“Thank you, Honey.”

Michelle kissed her again. The kiss lingered. Julie's body stiffened. And I knew that Michelle's tongue had invaded her mother's mouth. Julie passionately returned the kiss.

“Michelle's already seen Fran sucking Roy's big hard cock while he licked her hot pussy.”

“Welcome home, Mrs. Brown,” Michelle said as she walked into the room, rubbing her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Fran gasped, her eyes smoldering with lust. I repositioned myself and rubbed my cockhead up and down her sopping slit. She raised her hips, trying to force my cick into her cunt.

Michelle broke the kiss and looked my her father's cock rubbing her mother's cunt.

Denise's lips touched Julie's, and Julie responded passionately for a moment before breaking the kiss and begging, “Ram it in, Bud. Fuck me, you perverted bastard!”

“Roy, Fran, come on in, join the party.”

“Holy shit!” Julie gasped, staring at Roy's enormous member.

“Welcome home, Julie,” they said in unison.

I rammed my cock into her cunt, and pounded hard and fast.

Julie bucked and writhed wildly, “Oh yesss. Fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt. Gimme that cock.

Fran took Julies right nipple in her mouth and sucked. Roy slowly stroked his nine inch shaft, with the swollen purple head less than two inches from my wife's face.

I rammed my cock hard and fast into her cunt. She bucked and writhed and squirmed. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she cried. She couldn't take her eyes off of the monster cock next to her face.

She leaned to her right and took the head into her mouth and sucked. Roy grasped the back of her head and fucked her mouth.

That pushed me over the edge. My cock erupted into my wife's cunt. I came and came and came, and my cock shriveled to near nothing. “Wanna trade places, Roy?” I stunned myself. I could hardly believe that I invited another man to fuck my wife.

“Are you sure?” Roy asked.

I looked at Julie questioningly.

She paused, then nodded eagerly.

“Fuck her, Roy. Fuck my wife with that monster.” “Fuck Mommy's pussy, Mr. Hyde. Fuck her hard with your big hard cock!” Michelle said. “Daddy, let me show Mommy that I know how to suck cock.”

Roy quickly freed Julie's wrists and ankles, and turned her over onto her belly. “Let's do it doggie style.”my cock into her mouth

She got up on her hands and knees, and Roy slid his nine inches in to the hilt, and held it there for a moment before slowly pistoning in and out.

I sat on the bed with my back yo the headboard, Michelle got between my legs, and sucked my dick into her mouth.

“Oh my god,” Julie muttered. “This is so fucking perverted. It's so fucking hot. Suck Daddy's cock, baby. Show Mommy what a good little cocksucker you are.”

Roy grasped my wife's hips, as he began to hump faster. Fran and Denise were kneading my wife's boobs while Roy fucked her, and my daughter sucked my cock.

“See, Mommy, I can get most of Daddy's cock in my mouth.”

“Suck it, Michelle. Suck Daddy's cock,” Julie urged. “Bud, pull it out before you cum. I wanna see my little girl covered in cum. Fuck me, Roy. Oh God, fuck me hard!”

“Fuck her, Roy! Fuck my wife's hot cunt.” I directed. “Suck my cock, Michelle, my beautiful little cocksucker.

The air was filled with moans and groans and screams of pleasure; the odor of semen and vaginas fluid, the slapping slurping sounds of fucking and cocksucking. It was incredible; a scene beyond my wildest fantasies.

“I'm gonna cum, Michelle. Daddy's gonna cum.”

“Cum on her, you dirty pervert. Coat our daughter's face with daddy jizz,” Julie shouted. “Fuck me, Roy. Fuck me hard. Ram that thing in my cunt.”

“Oh God, Roy panted. I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum in her cunt,” Fran commanded. “Fill her cunt with your steaming semen, so I can eat her out.”

“Oooh Goddd! I'm cummmminn!” Julie screamed.

Roy slammed his cock in hard, and held still, grunting with each ejaculation.

I almost came in Michelle's mouth, pulling out as the first cum rope spewed into her mouth and onto her face.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Julie whined.

Roy withdrew his still erect cock, and fran turned her over onto her back, then buried her face in Julie's crotch.

“Kiss me Michelle. Kiss Mommy.”

They kissed lustily as Fran slurped and lapped semen from my wife's overflowing cunt. Julie had one hand on the back of Fran's head, and the other on the back of her daughter's neck. “Let Mommy lick Daddy's cum off your face, Baby.”

Suddenly, Julie quit licking and grasped Fran's head with both hands and humped her face. She babbled, grunted, moaned and whimpered. “Holy Fuck! Eat me bitch, eat my pussy. Oh goddam Oh Goddam!”

She pushed Fran away and closed her legs. “No more! I can't stand it any more.” She cupped her crotch protectively with both hands.

We all collapsed on the bed, panting and sighing.

Michelle was the first to speak. “Was that a good Welcome Home Party, Mommy?”

“That was a fucking fantastic Welcome Home Party, Babe. Thank you all.”

“How long has this been planned?”

“Daddy thought it up last night.”

“Bud?” Julie said contritely. “I have a confession.”

“What?”

“I haven't been faithful to you.”

“What!?!” Anger constricted my throat.

“”There haven't been any other men,” she stated quickly. “Girls. Little girls.”

“Little girls?”

“Yes. I've been attracted to them ever since I was a 8 years old and played sex games with my little sister and some of her friends. That's why I became an elementary school nurse.”

“Really!?!” I was shocked and titillated. Have there been many?”

“Three or four a year. Mostly third, fourth and fifth graders. I can usually spot the sexually adventurous one before they finish second grade. All kids are sexually curious from a very early age. I'm interested in the ones with experience who are actively seeking more experiences.”

“Far Out!” I said, and explained my experience with the Lolitas, and with Darla and her mother at the airport.

“Damn!” Julie huffed. “If I had been honest with you all along, we could have had some fun at the airport.”

I laughed, “If I was interested in middle school boys, which I'm not, I could have the pick of the littler. They're all horny little bastards.”

“I dearly love horny little bastards,” Fran said. “Send a few my way.”

“Boys are rude and stupid,” Denise said. “I like grown men. They know what they're doing.”

“Me too!” Michelle said.

Roy laughed, “Fran and Denise are about all I can handle.”

“Same here,” I said. “I have the feeling that my wife and daughter won't leave me enough energy to after any more nookie.”

The End