Ashton was just beginning her first year at the local middle school not far from our home.   Did I mention that she is lovely?   Such an understatement, but then I am probably a bit prejudiced in that regard.   She has beautiful shoulder length, dark hair with a hint of red in it when the sun shines just right.   Her hair is parted on the right in such a manner that when she leans forward, it falls over her left eye in a most attractive, and yes, sexy manner.   She has the most beautiful big brown eyes set above high cheek bones which frame a youthful mouth with full, sensuous lips.   She is 5’ 6” with a body that is maturing beautifully, with long slender legs above a pert round little ass which tapers to her small waist.   Her breasts are relatively small but large enough that a push-up bra works wonders.   I have raised her to be proud of her body and neither of us are very inhibited regarding nudity around each other.   The lack of inhibition around each other probably has a lot to do with what has happened since I attended the parent, teacher meeting at her school.   I certainly considered Ashton sexy and figured she would probably break a few hearts in the years to come, but had never harbored thoughts of anyone having sex with her for a long time to come, certainly not me.   Well, perhaps I had fantasized about sex with her – but actually doing it – No way.   Things do have a way of changing.   Enough background.   Now let me relate what has happened.

 

The meeting was held at the school about a month after classes started that year.   The program included meeting the teachers of Ashton’s classes as well as other students and their families.  

 

Ashton was having fun chatting with her friends and I was enjoying meeting some of the other parents.   I noticed one man in particular watching the young girls as they talked and cut up as girls in their teens will do.   Most, like Ashton, were dressed in shorts and tops that left the midriff bare, or short skirts and t-shirts displaying their bodies to best advantage.   I wasn’t a certified dirty old man, yet, but these girls were so cute and, dare I say it, yes, sexy, that it was hard not to let your imagination run free for a bit.   Ashton ran up to tell me she and two of her friends were going in search of another girl.   I knew the two girls she was with.   They were new friends from school that were about the same age or a bit older than she was, but Ashton had visited them at their house and they had come to ours and I felt they were good kids.   Also didn’t hurt that they were almost as cute as Ashton, especially in their little bikinis when they went for a dip in our pool.   I had met their father, Noel, and thought he was a nice guy who loved his daughters.   I smiled and told Ashton I’d wait for her there and off she went with the two other girls.   The man I had noticed earlier had observed our brief exchange, then eyed Ashton with a funny look on his face as she ran off.   Then he looked back at me and walked over to where I was standing.

 

“Hi, I’m Jerry Clarke,” he said.   “That is a lovely daughter you have there.”

“Thanks,” I said, eyeing him a little cautiously. “I’m Parker Bryant. Nice to meet you,” I said, not knowing if it was going to be nice or not.

“Nice to meet you as well, Parker,” he said as we shook hands.   “How old is your daughter?” he asked, no beating around the bush here.

“Well, she’s fourteen going on twenty one.  

“Really!” he stammered.   “That’s wonderful – I mean she seems like a very mature young lady for fourteen.   Are you new in the area?”

“No, not totally.   We have lived here for several months but this is Ashton’s first year at this school,” I said.   “Ashton’s mother was killed in a traffic accident a long time ago and I’ve raised her since”.  

“Mmmm.   Sorry to hear that about your wife, but I guess that’s why I haven’t seen you guys before.” Then abruptly changing the subject, said, “So what do you think of all these young things running around here?   I tell you, it really gets the old juices flowing watching these girls running around these days in such sexy outfits, doesn’t it?”  

A little taken aback at his remark, I replied, a little hesitantly, “Yes, guess it does.   Styles have certainly changed since I was that young.”

“Yeah, know what you mean.   You know, it’s all father can do to make sure they don’t get themselves in trouble, if you know what I mean?” he winked at me.  

“Yeah, guess I do.” I replied a bit uncertainly.   Where was he going with THIS?

“Ever thought of “doing it” with one of these girls?” he whispered, pointing to a very cute girl in a tight tan mini skirt with a blouse covering very nice breasts, her bra pushing them up to display cleavage.

“I guess I have, like most men, fantasized about it, but the consequences always seem to get in the way,” I laughed nervously.  

“Well, I’d bet there are those here who don’t just fantasize about it,” he said with a cryptic look.   Then before I could reply, said, “hey, here comes your daughter with my daughter, Michelle.”  

Ashton ran up, accompanied by the two girls she had left with and a third girl that I assumed was Jerry’s Michelle.   “Dad, this is Michelle, and you know Jenna and Kylie”, she said completing the introductions.  

“Well, hello Michelle.   It’s nice to meet you.   And it’s nice to see Jenna and Kylie again too.”   Turning to Jerry, I said, “Ashton, I think it’s time for us to meet your math teacher so we better see if we can find her.   It was nice chatting with you Jerry”, and,” turning back to the girls, “certainly nice seeing you young ladies.   I’m glad Ashton has met such nice friends.   Ashton, show me where that classroom is.”  

“Ok, Parker,” said Jerry as we turned to leave.   “We need to go as well.   Come on Michelle.    As we left, he turned to me and said, “How about letting me buy you a cup of coffee this Saturday.   Say 10:00 am at the coffee shop in the mall? ”

Not at all sure why he wanted to have coffee with me and needing to get on to our appointment with the math teacher, I said “OK sure. See you then.”

To make a long story a little shorter, I met Jerry at the coffee shop that Saturday and after somewhat cautiously broaching the subject of sex with young girls, he floored me with some amazing stories; stories about a group of fathers and daughters and, apparently, some mothers, who socialized (I use the term loosely here) together every two weeks or so at each others homes.   He asked if I would be interested in attending, with or without my daughter, but, he quickly added, it would be more fun if she could come.   I could come alone the first time but after that I would have to bring Ashton if I wanted to attend any more parties.   His description of what went on at these parties is what floored me.   Girls, most a little older than Ashton, but some a little younger, and most of whom had been at the parent/teacher meeting, would have sex with the older men, even their fathers.   He said Ashton was so mature for her age he was sure she would fit in.   I wasn’t so sure, but the thought of those young girls having sex with older men, their fathers even, intrigued me.   Hell, it was a real turn on.   I know I should have told him then and there that there was no way, but I didn’t.   As we left the coffee shop, he told me the next party was scheduled for the next Saturday and gave me the address, again encouraging me to come.   I said I would think about it.   He said he’d call me and we parted before I could object.

The next Tuesday afternoon, I picked up Ashton at school and she asked if she could go to Kylie’s house so they could listen to music and do homework together.   Since they lived just down the block from us, I agreed and dropped her off there.

As she started to get out of the car she turned and asked if she could invite Kylie over to swim the next day and I agreed.   “Thanks, Dad,” she said with a cute little smile on her face.   Leaning over she gave me a hug and then kissed me, on the mouth, with considerably more enthusiasm than our usual peck on the cheeks, then was out the door before I could say anything.   A little surprised and puzzled at the affection she had just displayed, I put the car in gear and drove on home.

I actually looked forward to the next afternoon and sexy little Kylie in her bikini.   I idly, well maybe not so idly, wondered if Kylie had ever attended one of Jerry’s parties.

Wednesday came and I again picked up Ashton at school, this time with Kylie, who was looking amazingly sexy in a short little skirt and tight sleeveless blouse stretched over her chest.   Ashton got in the front seat beside me and gave me a hug and another of those kisses, not a French kiss mind you, but definitely longer than usual and I swear I felt her mouth open and her tongue graze my lips.   Kylie looked at us as Ashton kissed me then looked out the window with a smile on her face.   That my daughter was up to something was obvious, but I wasn’t sure what it was.   Probably wanted a really big favor that she thought I might not allow.   Little did I know.

When we arrived at our home, the girls jumped out and immediately went to Ashton’s room and changed into their swim suits.   As they came running down the stairs I was amazed at Kylie’s suit, if you could call it that.   It consisted of two tiny pieces of fabric barely covering her small breasts and tied with the slenderest of strings.   The bottom was low cut and consisted of another small piece of fabric just covering the essentials in front and barely covering her ass in the rear.   Ashton was in her bikini, not as revealing but sexy none the less.   I must have looked a little shocked as they ran by me, as Kylie stopped, came back and did a little twirl in front of me.

“How do you like my new suit Mr. Bryant?” she asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Very attractive, but it’s a good thing our pool has a nice high privacy fence young lady.”   I was more than a little aroused and, sticking my hands in my pockets, did my best to hide the rising in my trousers.   Kylie and Ashton both laughed and turned to head for the pool.   At the door Kylie turned and said, “why don’t you put your suit on and join us Mr. Bryant?   It’ll be fun.”   Again with that smile.  

“Yeah, Dad, come play with us.   Pleeeease?” Ashton added, leaning her head forward and looking at me from under that hair falling over her left eye.   She knew that stance never failed to melt me.  

“OK, you girls go on now, maybe I’ll join you in a bit.” I said, my mind working overtime at what these girls might have in mind.   WAS Kylie one of the girls that went to the parties that Jerry had talked about?     Jerry had said the girls were willing participants and really enjoyed the sex.   It sure looked like I might be getting set up.   If so, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I sure wanted to find out.   I went into the den and turned on the news, not really watching it, my mind definitely elsewhere.   About ten minutes later I heard “DAAAAAD, where are you.   I thought you were coming in with us. Come on, please.”  

I turned and there was Kylie at the doorway, a pretty little pout on her face.   “Pleeease, Mr. Bryant.”

“OK, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.   Let me go get my suit on.”   What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound I figured.  

I went to my room, put on my suit and went back down to the edge of the pool.   Both girls were swimming in the deep end and when they saw me Kylie pumped her fist in the air and yelled “YES!.”    

“What was that about?” I asked.  

“I won the bet.” She said.   “I bet I could get you into the pool and I did.”  

“Well I hope the stakes weren’t too high,” I said with a laugh, and dove into the pool.   I swam to the end of the pool, then back to the deeper end then to the side near the shallow end where I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the edge.   Kylie swam over to me and stood in the water in front of me.   Her wet bikini top was all but transparent and I could see dark little nipples poking against the thin fabric.   Damn, this was one hot little girl.   And she seemed intent on seeing just how far she could push.  

She bounced closer, standing between my knees and put her warm hands on my thighs.   With her eyes on my crotch where something was definitely moving, she said in a very small voice, “Do you like me, Mr. Bryant?”   She looked up at me with that smile again.   “I think you do,” looking back down at my crotch and beginning to move her hands along the tops of my thighs.   I totally forgot about Ashton watching from the end of the pool, as my hormones got the better of me.   I just could not believe the effect this little girl was having on me.  

“Kylie, I…….” I started to say.

“Shhhh.   Let me make you feel good Mr. Bryant.” She said as her hand moved to my erection, now obvious under my suit.   Then she placed her hands on the side of the pool and, in one smooth motion, lofted herself onto my lap, with her arms around my neck, sitting so that my erection was between her legs, straining at the fabric of my suit.   She put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers.   I was essentially paralyzed, unable to move on my own until her lips met mine.   I returned her kiss with more enthusiasm than I had felt with any female in a very long time.   She took my right hand and moved it to her breast, brushing aside the thin fabric covering.  

“Squeeze it, Parker.   Make me feel good too.” She whispered, breathing in my ear.   Heaven help me, I did.   I squeezed gently, then took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, eliciting a moan of contentment from Kylie.   Without more encouragement I moved my other hand to between her legs.   She spread them a bit allowing me better access.   I rubbed and felt her shudder.   Abruptly she broke our embrace reached behind her back with one hand and to her side with the other.   In no time the bikini was lying beside us.   She stood, now totally nude, smiled down at me, then, kneeling, pushed me around and pulled my suit off, freeing my erect cock.   She pushed me back and lay on top of me, her legs spread on either side of me, her small breasts pressed against me.   We kissed for a long time, with Kylie moving slowly up and down my body, causing her pussy to touch the head of my cock with each passage, teasing that erection.   That sweet little body sliding up and down my body was driving me crazy.   She seemed to sense that I was going to cum if she kept that up, and stopped her movements, allowing me to recover slightly.  

“Parker, have you ever fucked a girl my age?” she asked.   I could only shake my head, no.   “Have you ever thought about fucking Ashton?”

I felt hands around my cock, one squeezing my balls lightly, another around my erection, now gently stroking up and down.   These were not Kylie’s hands.   My God, Ashton, I thought wildly, knowing I should stop this but unable to do so.  

“She wants to fuck you, Parker.   She wants to loose her virginity to you.   She knows you love her more than anything and she is afraid to let anyone else do it.   Will you let her fuck you?   Will you take her cherry, Parker?   She can do it right here, right now.   You just have to lie here and let her do the work.”  

I felt something cover the head of my cock.   Ashton !!?   Then an inch or two of my cock was engulfed, and I felt the resistance of my daughter’s maidenhead.  

Kylie continued to coo in my ear, her hair covering my face so that I could only vaguely see Aston straddling me.   “I have already told her it’ll hurt a little at first, but then it feels sooooo gooooood!   She wants to do this with you, she knows you’ll understand like my dad does.” Then I felt the resistance give way and heard a sharp little cry from Ashton as she pushed herself down onto me.   She pumped up and down on me, a little tentatively at first, then with more energy and quicker strokes.   I absolutely cannot describe the feeling of that tight little pussy around my rampant erection.   It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I wanted it to never end.   But, with all that had happened there was not way it was going to last much longer.   Kylie moved from above me and I had an unobstructed view of my daughter riding my cock.   An unbelievable sight.

“Ohh! Daaaady,” Ashton moaned above me. “Ohh! It does feel good.   Soooo Gooood!” she squealed.   She continued to ride me and the inevitable happened. I felt her tight pussy tighten further as she had her first real orgasm and I could hold back no longer.   I emptied my load into my daughter’s virgin pussy.   My hips piston up into her for a few more times then we both collapsed onto one another, Ashton’s hair draped over my face, her mouth finding mine and we kissed.   Not our usual father daughter kiss, a kiss of one lover to another, open mouths, tongues searching and finding more pleasure with each breath.  

We slowly disentangled.   Kylie was kneeling beside us, smiling at us as Ashton and I lay there holding each other.   I looked up at her and grinned, a rather foolish grin at that.

“You little sex pot.   You planned this, didn’t you.   You got me going and then when you knew I couldn’t turn back no matter what, turned me over to Ashton.   I thought it was just you that wanted to fuck.   But you – and Ashton too – planned this all along, didn’t you.” I shook my head, not believing what I had just done, or rather what had just been done to, or for, me.  

“Parker,” Kylie softly said, “You’re right, but Ashton wanted to do this.   She wanted to know what it felt like but was afraid to do it with anyone else.   She wanted to do it with you.   She loves you and knows you love her and would never hurt her.   Do you forgive us?” she asked with such sweet innocence that I could not be angry.   On the contrary, I had been given the gift so many men long for but are afraid to reach for.   On my own, I knew I would never have done it, but events have a way of taking over ones life.  

“I know, Kylie,” I replied.   “There is nothing to forgive.   If any forgiveness is forthcoming, I’m the one that needs it but somehow, I can’t feel that this is wrong.   Society says it is, but ….”   I let the comment hang.   I hugged Ashton to me and found that she was gently crying.   “Ashton, sweetheart, what’s wrong.   I’m sorry if I hurt you and if you never want to do this again, we won’t.   I love you, honey, and would never do anything to hurt you or let anything else hurt you, ever.”

“No, dad,” she smiled up at me, “it did hurt a little at first but Kylie told me it would, then it just felt so incredibly good.   I can’t believe how good it felt.   That’s why I’m crying a little.   I’m just soo happy.   You don’t know it but I have thought about somehow getting you to fuck me for a long time now, at least for the last month.   (Ahh, to have the sense of time of a fourteen year old.)   Do you mind me saying ‘fuck’?”   She asked, a worried expression on her face.  

“Sweetheart, that’s just what we did.   Call it what you like – intercourse, having sex, lovemaking, or screwing – that’s what we did.   We fucked. And I don’t mind you saying it at all.   Actually it’s kind of sexy to hear you talk like that.”   Now why did I have to say THAT.

“Ashton, do you mind if I kiss your Dad?   He’s really a special kind of dad, and you are lucky to have him.”   Ashton smiled her approval and Kylie leaned over me and kissed me with a long kiss, so erotic that I again felt the stirring in my loins.   “Parker, I think you are getting ready for a repeat performance.” She said as she glanced at my growing erection.   “Ashton, do you mind if I fuck your father now.   You two were so hot together and I am soooo ready.”   Again Ashton smiled and nodded.   Kylie first bent her head to my erection and licked my cock, then took it in her mouth, slowly sucking, impaling her throat on my cock.   After a few minutes she lifted her head and straddled my prone body, positioning her pussy over my erection, slowly lowering herself onto me.   She was not as tight as Ashton had been but, God, the talent in that little body.   She moved like an experienced slut, with an expression of innocence violated that would make a 90 year old young again.   In no time I was thrusting up into her, she meeting my thrusts with equal vigor.  

“Ashton, come over here and I’ll show you something else that’s a lot of fun.   OK, stand over your dad’s head and lower your pussy onto his mouth.   I know he knows what to do.   You just let it feel good – OK?”   Jeeze, what would this little slut do next.   I saw Ashton move over me and that sweet little pussy lower over my mouth, felt it as it touched my lips, felt Ashton gasp a bit and raise up before lowering again.   Then I had the first heavenly taste of teen pussy, albeit somewhat enhanced by the taste of my own semen.  

I licked and sucked on Ashton’s little pussy, eliciting low guttural moans from deep within her throat and feeling her tremble at her coming orgasm.   I could hear sounds of kissing and could only imagine my daughter and Kylie kissing one another.   As I ate my daughter’s pussy and fucked her little friend, the thought crossed my mind, fleetingly mind you, but crossed nevertheless, that this was the most lurid, depraved scene I could ever imagine myself participating in, and I was one of the luckiest guys in the world.   Then the thought was gone, never to be thought again (except maybe for that last part).   Then we all lost it. I mean it was one huge orgasmic delight for all three as we came together, me shooting my cum into Kylie, Ashton releasing an amazing amount of juice onto my face, and both Kylie and Ashton making such loud sounds of enjoyment that I later worried that the neighbors, as far away as they were, might have heard.

We lay together, spent but content.   Ashton lay beside me on one side with Kylie on the other.   Kylie faced me as we lay together, me slowly softening but still in her little pussy, and said, “Parker – I hope you don’t mind me calling you Parker – we sort of do that – call the guys by their first name no mater who they are.   I really enjoyed that.    Ashton is so lucky to have you as a dad.   I love my dad too, but somehow it’s different with you.   I don’t know exactly what it is but I want to keep trying until I figure it out?”   Then with that enigmatic smile of hers, said, “You are coming to the party Saturday, aren’t you?   And you’re going to bring Ashton aren’t you?”  

I could only smile weakly and nod, “If Ashton wants to go and understands what goes on there, sure, we’ll be there.”

“Ashton knows what goes on because I told her and she wants to go.   That was one of the reasons for getting you to take her cherry, or virginity if you prefer.   I’m   going to make you so happy Saturday.   I can hardly wait.”   With that she started moving against me again, smiling down at me and, beyond all reasonable expectations, I felt myself getting hard again.   She pumped against me, and with Ashton hugging me from behind we expressed our love for each other one last time that day.  

When we were spent and again lying against one another, I asked Kylie, “Does your father know what you have done?”

“Actually, “she said, “it was really his idea.   He knows Ashton and really wants her to be a part of our group.   So he suggested I try to get you to agree to come to the next party, with Ashton of course.   So I did.   And I am so glad I did.   Exactly how to do it was really Ashton’s idea – the pool and all.   And it worked pretty well don’t you think?”

“Ashton, this was all your idea?” I said.   She nodded, leaning forward with that hair covering one eye, and smiling at me.

“Thank you, sweetheart.   And you too Kylie.   I don’t know if I would have agreed to go to the party or not if you hadn’t convinced me, so convincingly, but now I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Spent and exhausted, we all got up and jumped into the pool, rinsing ourselves of the fruits of our lovemaking.   Yes that is what it was – at least that time – not fucking - lovemaking.   I loved Ashton and Kylie both and I’m sure they felt the same toward me, at least I know Ashton did, and I feel pretty sure that Kylie did at least right then.   We got out of the pool, dried each other off, with a lot of giggling and groping on all sides, dressed, and I drove Kylie home.   My thoughts were on Saturday and what was to come.   I could imagine, but then, I really couldn’t.   But that’s another story.  

Be safe and love your daughters.   They are a gift in more ways than one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first morning my parents were gone around 11am Kayla left for lunch with a friend, so i took the oppurtunity to jack off. I went into the laundry, found a sexy pink thong, and began to masturbate myself with it, after a fair orgasm, and my 7 inch cock became soft, i left and continued normally with my day.

That night around 10:30 i took the laptop upstairs and headed to my room so i could have some porn to look at that night. As i walked into the room, i saw my sister looking back at me smiling, holding her thong in her hands.

"Jared, what is this?"

"I have no idea"

I lied, and she smiled again.

"Jared, if you're man enough to cum in my undies, why don't you come fuck me."

I was amazed, the female i had lusted about all these years was taunting me to screw her brains out.

"i uhh" i didn't know what to say.

Come and get me Jared." She pulled off her shorts revealing a tiny black thong, and took off her shirt and had no bra on.

I had never seen such a beautiful sight, her tits popping out, and the nipples hard.

I went with my body and walked over to her and began to suck her nipples.

"ohhhhhhhhh god damn jared! oh damn that feels so fuckin good!"

i wanted to jack off but knew i had to please her first. i took off her thong and lay my eyes on her shaved, virgin pussy.

"Just a minute Jared", she said, with her hips swinging on every step.

She came back with an 8 inch pink dildo.

"Jared, i'm going to tell mom and dad what you did to my underwear unless you cooperate"

I was scared now, yet intruiged.

"What do you mean?"

"Turn around and get on all 4s."

I felt a cold lube in my ass, and knew it was the body lotion i kept in my closet for jacking off.

She then proceeded to stick the dildo all the way in my ass, making me scream with pleasure.

"How does it feel Jared?"

"oh my god kayla i love being fucked in the ass by your dildo"

She smiled and pulled it out. The sensation of her pulling it out almost made me lose it right there. But i hung on.

She put some of the lube in her own ass, and told me to take her from behind. So i did.

It felt so warm in there, and tight, and i pounded her ass with everything i had, and watching her stick the dildo in her cunt made me want to cum. But i pulled out right before i blew my load, and she turned around and opened her pussy.

"Take me Jared"

"But kayla i'll get your pregnant what would mom and dad think?"

"ive been on the pill since 8th grade Jared!

With those words i forcefully stuck my penis into my older siblings virgin pussy. It was the tightest thing i'd ever felt and knew i wasn't going to last long.

We locked lips and i held onto her ass and those lovely thighs and she neared orgasm.

"GAAAAAWD GOD GOD JARED IM CUMMING!!!! SHIIIIIT!"

"FUCK KAYLA IM ALMOST THERE TOO!"

we both lost our loads at the same time, and i shot so much i couldn't believe it. It didn't stop coming out, and finally her pussy was filled with it, i pulled out and got it all over her sexy legs.

She then demanded that i lick it off, so i wasted no time, knowing that if i disobeyed she'd tell my parents, and i didnt mind my own cum anyways. I licked it off, and then cleaned her pussy with my tongue, and she got 3 orgasms out of it in the process.

She then cleaned my dick up with her mouth and i shot one final load into her mouth which she lapped up quickly.

We just lay there together, admiring the bodies we had just fucked, and about an hour later she took her dildo and left. But she left me her thong as a present, and i jacked off about four more times that night with the thong that had her sexy smell.

Tomorrow night her boy crazy friend Ashley, who's legs are just as hot as Kayla's was coming over, and Ashley was the captain of the cheerleading team, and graduated with my sister. I was thinking 3some, and so was Kayla.

In part 2 find out if i can get the cheerleading captain's virginity that every guy and even some girls in school wanted.

Part 2 on its way that was my first story so go fair on me...

    "Hey!" was all Shelley could enunciate, before she found herself spreadeagled face-down besides her mother. The men were doing something with their wrists - tying them together by the feel of it.

    "I think we're in trouble darling," Tracey grinned at her daughter, her mind already in hyperdrive as to the possibilities here. She never got to utter anything further as the duct-tape then sealed her airways.

    "I'd say that puts us in the box seat Ian," Greg muttered to his friend, turning his wife over on to her back. Taking in her fully vulnerable aspect, he permitted himself a light fondle of her breasts. Her helpless wriggling merely added grist to the mill. He glanced across at his sexy little daughter. "Don't be shy Ian," he inclined his head towards the struggling teenager, "Do whatever you want my friend."

     Shelley's expression was priceless as her captor's hand lowered itself to her breasts and began taking liberties with the girlish mounds. The tape of course was precluding the possibility of her verbally challenging her predicament. For a while both men amused themselves with fondling those hot curves as their owners gasped and writhed in embarrassed restraint. At Greg's suggestion they swapped partners and Greg took the greatest delight in the fact that his daughter's nipples were hardening rapidly beneath her school blouse. Ian of course had long made a similar discovery inside the bra of the young woman prostrate in front of him. It wasn't so much erections they were experiencing as testosteronic anarchy.

    "I have to fuck her," Ian announced to no-one in particular, pushing Tracey's dress up as he spoke and exposing her hot little briefs.

    "I'm with you son," said Greg going one step further and literally ripping his daughter's panties down, exposing her naughtiest of hair-lines to the localised viewing public. Not five seconds later and he had more than six inches of adventurous penile tissue working its illicit but fun way up Shelley's slippery little dual carriageway.

    Ian saw little reason not to follow suit, and Tracey's subsequent muffled cries of pleasure would suggest he was definitely exceeding the speed limit on the southern freeway.

    "God, that is soo hot!" Ian muttered mid-thrust, as he observed Greg fucking his tied-up daughter to the edge of reason. Again, images of young Lucy flooded his subconscious. They weren't images of her sitting at her desk doing her homework either, let it be stated.

    From Greg's perspective - seeing his wife hog-tied, gagged and her panties down around one ankle with his best-friend's cock giving her a cervical massage, was not detrimental to his cause either.

    "Fuck her Ian, make her come," was about the best advice he could give.

     He should talk!

     Even as Shelley quivered in orgasmic release, Tracey was taken to the periphery of the biggest cum she had ever dreamed of. Both, at that instant, were procreative females on heat - desperate to fulfil their biological destiny.

    "Jesus Christ," Greg whimpered....that was unreal! Ian couldn't respond, being close to needing a defibrillator himself.

    So much more was to pass that evening but the reader's interest is best served perhaps by a look at the bigger picture. Let us just say that such moving violations as had already been perpetrated upon the hapless duo were magnified yet further, as a result of their being stripped and tied back to back allowing both to be raped concurrently. Free of the duct tape for now, the girls' cries of sensual pleasure were heightened by the fact both could feel each other's penetration by virtue of their bottoms being in close proximity, and thereby transmitting the force of each thrust.

    At the point the men could indulge themselves no further, Tracey and her daughter had each to masturbate the other before being encouraged to take a somewhat open shower together, where rules were passed-up in favor of spontaneous innovation. Amazing what two majorly aroused females can conjure up when left to their own devices.

    It was to be two weeks before Ian, his wife Lena and daughter Lucy were ushered in to the Richardson's hallway. Given that she and Tracey were barely two years apart and with both sharing an interest in psychology, it is small wonder that they hit it off from the start - chatting away like old friends at the kitchen workbench.

    Even as he cast his first glance at Lucy, Greg could well understand Ian's incestuous leanings towards his daughter. Possessed of a young body that seemed to bridge effortlessly the gap between childhood and adolescence, her breasts, whilst still mere "bumps," as her father had correctly described them, exerted a physical appeal that he just knew was going to have to be appeased at some stage.

    A cute little honey-blonde, even in that puffy child's dress, something lurked there unseen, that was anything but child. "Was she in fact aware of this?" he wondered. As for Lena, Greg decided on sight that if the opportunity ever arose to get into her panties - he wouldn't be taking his time about it!

    Lucy and Shelley seemed to "click" also and within seconds the two girls were headed up to Shell's bedroom for an extended session on the computer.

    "Guess we may as well have a drink," said Greg to his business partner, "We don't seem to be needed here."

     Dinner was a strained affair - if you knew what you were looking for. Furtive glances between Greg and Tracey....Shelley giggling every time Ian spoke to her more or less. A couple of times Lena seemed perplexed at the young girl's familiarity with her husband but passed it off as normal teenage flirtatiousness. Only sweet little Lucy seemed completely oblivious to it all, fully unaware of the frequency of Greg's glances in her direction - not to mention her own father's!

     Sitting between his own daughter and Shelley, a sudden burst of giggling drew everyone's attention. Probably as well none of them knew the cause - Ian's concealed hand now flush in the center of the teenage girl's lap and pressing down hard on her pussy.

    "That's naughty," she whispered to him seconds later. How he wanted to be naughtier!

     Aware that Ian must have taken some indecent liberty with their little girl Greg and Tracey simply smiled at one another. Quite forgetting present company momentarily, Greg allowed himself a quick fondle of his wife's right breast.

     Noticed only by Lena, who almost dropped her rib-roast in silent shock - her expression was one of utter disbelief.

    "What's wrong hun?" Ian asked, upon seeing his wife not a little flushed and having no idea what he'd missed.

    "Oh...n-n-nothing Ian," she managed to get out. "Piece of meat went down the wrong way that's all!"

     The remainder of the evening was played out uneventfully. Shelley's level of flirting did seem kinda prominent to Lena but there again, Greg and Tracey appeared to be paying her daughter very close attention too. There was something there she just couldn't put her finger on.

***

    "Did you see what he did to his wife at the dinner table?" Lena asked her husband after they had packed Lucy off to bed? Genuinely surprised by the question, Ian shook his head.... "Did to her??"

    "He groped her Ian?" Ian's mind swiftly recalled the wondrous nature of such physical activities.... "Yeah?" he answered. "I didn't see and anyway - they're married...what's the problem?"

   "C'mon Ian...groping your wife in front of young children?....their own daughter? Our nine-year old Lucy?"

     "You sure you saw right hun?" Ian grinned, besides how do you know the kids saw anything?"

     "Well, I don't," she replied..."It just shocked me I guess!"

     "So how did you feel about seeing him do that honeybunch?" Ian teased her.

     "Well, it was disgusting Ian...and at the dinner table too." she added.

     "You didn't find it the least bit sexy darling?" he said slipping his hand up beneath her nightdress.

     "Hardly," she said.

      It was the best sex they'd had in years!

     Before Lucy went to sleep that night she thought about Shelley...how excited she had felt in places she knew it wasn't polite to talk about, when the girl had suddenly kissed her on the lips in passing while they were playing Tomb Raider. She liked Mr Richardson too - he had gone out of his way to talk to her and show interest in her school and stuff. It was a funny feeling she had and she wasn't at all sure what it all meant. And as for what Mr Richardson had done to his wife right in front of her - Gosh, it made her blush just thinking about it!

***

    "It was like you guessed she'd say," Ian replied, putting his drink down slowly on the bar. "She thought it was disgusting - and you know what? - I didn't even see you do anything!"

    "Thing is though Greg," he continued, almost smirking, Lena was so hot that night - although she won't admit it."

    "What'd I tell you buddy?" Greg slapped his friend on the shoulders, "Don't be so sure about her...sounds like she just needs a little more er, 'exposure' I think is the word here," They both cracked up.

    "What did you think of Lucy?" Ian asked a few moments later.

    "I don't think you'd really want to know Ian" he replied. "Let's just say I can see why she jerks your chain....wouldn't mind doing a little jerking of my own if you really want to know."

    "She's hot isn't she?" Ian murmured.

    "Well I wouldn't knock back twenty minutes in the shower with her if that's what you mean," Greg sculled the contents of his glass. Ian sighed with the resignation of one who's ultimate fantasy just slipped well beneath life's event horizon.

    "Remember, when you three come over next week Ian," Greg was continuing, "you gotta have a hot feel of Shelley's tits and make sure your wife sees you do it!"

***

     The evening ran smoothly enough. Lena helped serve up dinner, spending the first hour or so chatting animatedly with Tracey in the kitchen. Lucy went upstairs with Shelley and spent the greater part of that time wondering how long it was going to be until her breasts filled out like Shell's and she could wear a sexy little bra too? The men cornered the bar alcove and muttered general obscenities as to what each would like to do to the other's daughter if given free rein. Ian of course was well ahead on points in that discussion.

    "And I'll be honest Ian," Greg crooned into his third or fourth bourbon, "I wouldn't mind getting your wife's sexy little tits out either and having a suck or two.....just between you and me."

    "What about her panties?" Ian put in, "Anything in there interests you?"

    "You wanna believe it my friend, "Greg fired back. "Getting me hard as Hell just thinking about pulling those little suckers all the way down and fucking that pussy of hers."

    Ian was almost sobered up by that one - the thought suddenly of seeing his wife being sexually molested, partially stripped, if not openly raped, was as exciting as the concept of his nine year old daughter spread and naked upstairs on his friend's bed. As for the wicked images doing the rounds of his wife nude and being fucked hard right in front of innocent little Lucy - it just didn't get any hotter!

    "Dinner's up guys," Tracey called out from the dining room.

    Shelley openly flirted with Ian, getting him to pass her the condiments, giggling whenever his hand brushed against her arm even as far as leaning forward on the table sufficiently to allow him an eyeful of her hot little breasts, barely hidden as they were down that deeply scalloped top she had squeezed into. Naturally Lena was afforded much the same view and more than aware of the remarkably pretty girl's intent towards her husband, resolved to nip this in the bud, after all he appeared to be responding to her come-on's like a lovesick teenager. Still she had to admit the girl was a sexy little thing and there was no denying the fact that glancing at her breasts was actually arousing her own body in ways she dared not think about. Even Lucy's eyes - as big as saucers at this juncture, were straying to Shelley's top on a fairly regular basis...and then it happened.

     One moment Ian was saying something to the girl, the next second he clearly put a hand down her top and fondled her breast, causing her to giggle hard and to pull his hand out.

    "Ian," she cried out mortified "Are you crazy?" Then looking towards Shelley's parents muttered "I'm so sorry, I can't believe he did that?' Even Lucy was staring at her father, shocked senseless by what she had just seen. Lena was already getting to her feet.

    "Where are you going Lena?" Tracey asked, "There's no harm done - Ian didn't mean anything by it...Shelley's used to it, believe me?"

    "You mean he's done this before?" she cried, "Oh my God, I don't believe this.....and you two don't mind?"

    "Well Lena, its really up to Shelley to mind isn't it?" Greg suggested, "And it doesn't look to me like she does particularly.'

     Shell and Ian were still seated at the table watching the conversation flow much like two fans of Roger Federer at the New York Open in Yonkers following a point during a critical tie-breaker.

     Lena looked at Tracey then back at Lucy and finally at her husband who was sitting their impassively.

    "Is everyone here crazy?" she asked.

    "Not crazy Lena - just friendly," he grinned, leaning across and kissing Tracey while availing himself of her right breast that he caressed softly.

     Lena's hand flew to her mouth. "Come on Ian, we'll talk about this later. I think we should take Lucy home."

     The little girl looked disappointed. "Do we have to mom, I like it here with Shelley." She walked around beside the girl's chair as she spoke. Shell gave her a cuddle.

    "Lighten up hun," Ian said suddenly, aware that they were probably at the point of no return and that he had nothing to lose but so much to gain. "You might even enjoy it." Patting his knee, he turned to Shelley, "Come and sit on my lap sweetheart,"

     The color drained from Lena's features as she watched the young girl get up and sit on her husband's knee. Something in the act was so arousing she could neither define it or even bring herself to admit it. At the point the girl lowered her lips to those of her husband and began kissing him passionately, she had to hold on to the nearest chair for support.

    "Ian...." her voice tapered off in unmitigated shock. Worse was to come. Without her friend for support, Lucy had sidled over to Greg's chair and was now holding his hand watching with acute interest as her father kissed the young girl. She definitely wanted to experience this and raised her pretty face to Greg's. At the point he kissed her lightly, Lena's expression was one of disbelieving horror.

    "Lucy," she cried out, "Stop that right now, c'mon we have to go home."

    Given the sensations arcing through the pre-teen's body right then as Greg's lips continued to apply a world of new experiences to her own, she didn't even hear her mom's pleas. Instead, she allowed herself to be lifted up on to Greg's lap where she put her arms around his neck and allowed him full license to continue his passionate exchange.

    Opposite them, Ian was slipping his hand up beneath the teenager's skirt now and quite clearly...to judge by the girl's wriggling, applying pressure to some area of her anatomy that was causing both of them pleasure.

     Lena barely noticed Tracey crouching now beside her. Tears were beginning to trickle down her face.

    "This has been going on for a while hasn't it?" she said, barely above a whisper.

     Tracey put her arm around her shoulder.

     "Look Lena, three months ago - I would have been as shocked as you. I don't really remember how it all started. I know I was teasing Ian about how he was always looking at our daughter funny and I actually asked him if he ever thought about, well, you know...touching her. Then a few nights later it just happened. No one planned anything."

    "What?" Lena gasped, "Are you telling me your husband...and Shelley - like they do stuff together? That's incest!"

    "Well whatever it is - it happens Lena. A few weeks later your husband came over for dinner and things just got out of hand I guess."

    "Are you saying that my husband has actually f-fucked your daughter? Oh My God.....she's only fourteen isn't she?"

     "He's fucked me too Lena, if you really want to know," Tracey giggled. "But you can't blame him - I did kinda lead him on!"

     Lena however wasn't paying close attention at that moment, riveted as she was on what was happening in the far chair. Ian, having pushed the teenage girl's skirt up to her hips, had fully exposed a pair of hot little white cotton panties which he was in the process of rubbing the length of her quite clearly defined young pussy.

     Despite her shock and if the truth be known - embarrassment, Lena felt a surge of arousal in and around her genital area and had to discipline herself against slipping a hand into her own panties, as she watched open-mouthed, her husband's continued sexual assault of the vulnerable girl on his lap.

     So taken up was she with the nearside drama, she failed to notice her own young daughter's reaction to the unfolding scenario. Still being kissed by Greg, Lucy could barely comprehend what was happening. All she knew is that the man kissing her was making her feel hotter by the minute and watching the other girl get her pussy rubbed like that was making her imagine what it would be like to have her father do the same thing to her one night. She could feel her own panties getting wet at the thought and she was momentarily ashamed. All sorts of funny feelings in fact, were running through her body - especially between her legs.

     Ian was having no trouble with his gear-changes. That skimpy little top, now resident on the carpet beside her skirt, was joined by the skimpiest little bra Lena had ever seen - certainly nothing her mother would ever have approved of she recalled momentarily. She watched almost clinically now, as her husband began squeezing and rubbing the girls bare breasts with indecent haste, still kissing her passionately. Perched on Ian in just her cotton panties now Lena was half hoping she would get to see him actually having intercourse with the girl right there on his lap. She wasn't even thinking of Lucy. Her right hand, fully with a mind of its own apparently, was slowly inching its way beneath her dress with a very specific destination in mind.

     Greg on the other hand, was definitely thinking of Lucy. Wanting more than anything to fondle those clearly defined little 'speed humps" beneath her dress, he had the most splendid of occasional views down her top. Whilst nothing in essence was visible - just the onset of her embryonic cleavage was driving him to utter distraction. Although her mother appeared to have slumped to the floor in abject denial of what was happening in the room - he wasn't so sure what the outcome might be if he took that next step and actually sexually assaulted the little girl. Lucy he figured though, was more than ready!

     Seeing Shelley almost stripped now and having her sexy little breasts mauled by her father just a few paces away, was doing things to Lucy. Things that she had never imagined could be "done" to her. Even without the benefit of hardly any sexual education her body, she could sense, was responding to the visuals and lowering her sense of right from wrong. She wanted to feel what Shelley must be feeling. Taking a hold of Greg's hand - she lowered it to her lap - dead center!

     Talk about winning the lottery! Greg began to tentatively depress the area, and was rewarded by a few wriggles and sighs from the girl. She even broke of from kissing him to look up and smile with what in an older girl might be interpreted as lascivious intent.

     A sudden gasp from across the room indicated Lena's gaze had locked on to this new development.

    "No Lucy," she called out pulling her hands free from her panties and starting to get up. Right then, she felt Tracey put her arm around her waist. "She'll be fine Lena, just let go," she whispered before slipping her own hand up between the woman's legs, and caressing lightly the front of Lena's wet panties.

    "Oh my God Tracey - what are you doing," she almost whimpered. "I c-cant, let you....." she trailed off as Tracey began fingering her pussy through the wetness. "I c-c-cant......."

     She found herself back on the floor and unable to resist. Having this woman caress her so intimately was the hottest thing she had ever known. She closed her eyes and pulled the other woman closer.

     With all the refs off the field, the game was under way for real!

     Poor little Lucy. Despite the waves of pleasure flowing through her as her dad's friend began rubbing her puffy little swellings and pulling her suddenly hard nipples, just below the neckline of her dress, the sight of her mother with another lady's hand rubbing her panties softly as she sat on the floor over there - just about fried all imminent awareness. She didn't know what to think or how to react to this bizarre situation.

     Looking over to her friend Shelley for help wasn't of any great use either - not when she could see her father was now pulling her panties down and that Shell would be completely naked any second.

     Ian couldn't take much more himself. "Can I fuck you Shelley?" he whispered. She didn't answer - simply swivelling her bottom on his lap and having turned to face him, spread her legs either side of his hips. Holding her firmly around the waist he glanced downwards - he didn't even need ask her to unzip him.

     As he sank his cock up to the hilt in the girl's intriguing wetness, Lena stared, as if watching a re-run of one of the better 'Dynasty' episodes. Everything was externalising itself - the woman's fingers in her pussy that had her shivering in pleasure, watching her husband fucking that underage girl senseless on his lap, seeing this middle-aged man playing with her own nine-year old daughter's tits as he kissed her, while slipping a hand up beneath her bottom she noted.

     This had to be a segment of "America's Funniest Home Videos."

     What wasn't so funny was hearing Lucy suddenly break off from her passionate embrace with this man and ask clear as day.

     "Will you fuck me too please?"

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 Whimsically now, "If they only knew about us women,you know,what we get up to,they'd vaporize" A reference perhaps to what had made her so wet when my brother Roy had caught her on the bed the other time? "I suppose we must be thankful for small mercy's" Then with her knowing look again, "And the not so small mercy's we get offered. YOU SAW ME DIDN'T YOU? I know you did,I seen you" I looked at her,she at me. Mum had me completely flummoxed. The shed? The hallway? Like a flash,I say. 'MUM,what are you on about? Saw you what? "In the hall,you were on the landing when I looked up with my eyes shut" 'SHUT'? "Yeah,they were shut,but I saw you" I went for broke! 'Was it good? Was it mum? You know,all you hoped it would be'?

 "Fuck it was, - she burst forth, - its the excitement of being caught that adds to my orgasm" - She'd opened up more as a mate than as my mum now. -  "I had to let you know I knew, I could hardly complain if your dad or Roy for that matter tried for you,with you knowing how I'd tried for Roy's cock could I"? "How do you feel about one of them fucking you"? 'I've never really thought about it mum' I lied. "Course not, - like when you flashed your quim the other night through your broken PJs? No of course you haven't" She grinned. "If you think about it,which of course you wont. You might like to bear in mind,the first time when they whoever it be,break you,it'll hurt a piece so,smaller would be best,you know the first time like" - "You are virginal I suppose? I say this because you may have broken your hymen with sport or like me,by poking yourself with a make believe cock,I used the broomhandle! Fuck it didn't half hurt,well I didn't know it was too dry to do it with,did I"?

 I flushed to high heaven,all this information in almost one sentence. "There now,that's made me feel a lot better,you haven't said anything to your father I hope,you know about me and Roy"? I nodding a NO, 'Course I haven't' "Course not,I should have realised,its always better to let things trickle out if they get to know at all. Remember that advice,it'll serve you well" Smiles all round. "Lets have a coffee,shall we" I'd arrived. I was mum's confidant! What would I get in confidence from her from here on in? One couldn't even surmise,but I was dying to know what had made her so wet before Roy's bed caper with her.

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 Later this day,I got what I shall refer to as a perk. While dreamily moving along our landing,I happened on dad alone in their bedroom. He was naked and holding a pair of boxers,as he bent forward he presented me with a full view of his cock,balls and asshole held stationary for me to study. He seemed in no hurry to put his boxers on and I felt a trickle of my juices at my pussy slit. There before me was the very cock that I wanted to deflower me.Totally silent,I looked at his tight scrotum,visualising all his little sperms waiting for their chance in my pussy. I took in his cock,ever vein and bulge of it as he was pulling his foreskin to cover his knob at its front. Oh if only he'd make it go hard for me! But no,so I looked intently at his bum hole with all the hairs trying to hide its crinklyness. I could look no more,so quietly I went to my room closed the door and played with my clit till with my legs rigid my juices flowed from me in orgasm at what I'd just been looking at. My mind was set,DAD was going to have to break me in.

 Going into the evening,I lay fully clothed on my bed. That was, A white blouse,gym length skirt, - although I had it on for nothing to do with sport, - and a pair of snow white panties with some frilly round the leg part. My ankle socks were off and lying on the bed cover. My bedroom door was almost closed but I had a habit of letting it remain slightly ajar so I knew who was where,within reason. Roy had passed to his room shortly before and I was listening for his wanking rythm to start. It didn't. Dreamily I studied the ceiling till I sensed my door moving. Roy clandestinely entered. 'You want it'? NO! my heart was set on dad getting me. In his forceful manner that he'd got mum in the hallway he sat on my bed and pushed for me to raise my knees. 'Lift up so I can see it' I did nothing. 'Go on,just a bit,go on,let me see,I'll wank myself for you to watch if you want' I admit,I'd not watched this before and it stirred a nerve in my belly. 'Get yours out for me to see,then I will,not for long mind or we might get caught'

 Unhesitatingly,he loosened his front and presented my eyes with a full on hardon. 'Now yours' Raising my legs at the knees I let him look up my short skirt at my knickers. As he was holding his cock he visibly increased his wanking action. 'Lovely,lovely,pull them aside,let me see yours' I just led there. His other hand suddenly touched me by my pussy. 'I'll pull them out the way a bit' his fingers I knew was tugging on the frilly bit and I felt my panty being pulled sideways. In this short time I notice his cock's head was covered in precum. 'Yours is wet like mine,let me play it,alright'? nodding NO! made not one speck of difference as I felt his fingers pressing along my slit. By now my skirt was laying up my belly as I peeped through my fingers now over my eyes at my brother feeling between my legs.

 He was pumping his fist at his cock in a frenzy. Then suddenly stopped. WOW! he was tugging my knickers down. I made a grab to stop him but they were already off my bum and halfway down my thighs. To have done this he'd quickly gone from the edge of my bed to being in a kneeling position between my legs. Try as I might,my knickers were going off my legs altogether as I struggled. Strangely neither of us said or made a sound. As his cock pranced before me a string of his precum had reached my leg and I thought I'm going to get that up me so it wont be dry like mum had broken herself in on.

 Roy seemed to want all he dreamed because with no further ado his tongue hit my puffy tight pussy with a vengeance. All I could do was grip my knees as my wanton clit took control of my brain. I was getting ever closer to an orgasm when I knew I'd plead for this big cock to fuck me.

 Everything changed in an instant. A noise on the landing I recognized as dad getting our loft ladder had made my brother vaporize. He'd gone,not out my room,but down the side of my bed in panic. I moved from the middle of my double bed to the side nearest the door and away from where my brother was now hidden away. Dad's voice, 'I need a hand somebody' Mum in reply, 'Ask Lynn,she's up there somewhere' Dad's head comes round the door,I not thinking had still left my legs up with my skirt around my middle. Dad froze,he just stood and looked blatently at my naked pussy. My instinct was to hide it,but not wanting my brother Roy to be caught and still hoping dad would take my cherry I let him feast his eyes some more.

 'Uh! uh! I need a hand Lynn' Pulling himself together, 'Its okay,she is up here,I've already got the flashlight' I tumble off my bed,noticing dad only has those boxers on, - dark navy with a noticable protrusion at the front. - So noticable in fact that some of his pubes were peeping through the pee hole. I knew I was soaking and I really wanted to ravish my own dad at this instant. 'Just need to put a box up there,hold the torch in case I need it and when I'm ready hand the box up,its only light' The ladder and hatch now in place,dad topped the ladder and reached back down for the box. I passed it up to him and with his efforts my exposure had been forgotten I assumed. Dad stayed on the top of the ladder and was reaching around the loft for whatever reason as I admired the muscles at his thighs and grasping the flashlight endevoured to see his bum cheeks up his very loose boxer's legs.

 What the light revealed was a half hard cock with its knob just above the bottom of the boxer's. Its mushroom head was out of its foreskin,presumably having been hard just before and pulling it back,now with dad on the ladder unable to pull it over his knob even if he wanted to. The head was almost like a fishes head looking out from under a rock with its mouth pointing at me. God my pussy dribbled even more. In a trance I suddenly realised dad was looking at what I was doing. 'I'm coming down now' His grin said it all.

 Can I look? 'Course you can,go steady and take the torch to see,I know where things are up there so I didn't need too' I step to the ladder,awkwardly I give the light back to him, 'I'll not need it,I only want a little look up the hole' Unrealising its connotation,I'm sure I heard dad mutter under his breath, "Me too" As I climbed I knew my skirt was flairing about and revelled in dad getting a good look up it at my naked ass and things. A sucking in of his breath through his teeth told me he was getting a very good look and when I saw the light flash across the loft I knew he was intent on even a better look at me. I turned pretending to want to see the other side and I opened my legs to make out I was struggling to turn. Glancing down as I waived one leg off the ladder I saw the light beam going straight up my skirt front.It must have been illuminating my pussy and belly.

 'Steady,don't try to come down that way round' I pirouetted back round getting another sucking in of breath from dad. I looked down and he did a sick grin as he realised I'd seen him switch the torch off. Decending now as if to our timing,mum called, "Just popping over Edna's for a mo' wont be long" The timing was perfect as no sooner had it been uttered,than a pair of strong arms came into contact with my thighs then ass cheeks as I got lower on the ladder. Dad's hands ran up my thighs then on to my bum then on past my hips pushing my skirt up my body only to stop as it came up under my small pert tits. I just knew he was taking in all my shapely ass and as I felt his lips kiss my bum cheek then come behind my ear. A whisper, "Do you blame me for looking"? 'No dad nor for wanting to touch it' A warm hand then came round to my front and smoothed over my pussy's fur. "So smooth,can you blame me for wanting to touch it"? His rough hand had gone downwards and ran over my pussy's slit.

 I was lifted off the ladder and he carried me to my bed. It seemed so natural,I was all goosey with exciting expectations as he bent over and kissed my belly while his fingers entered the waistband of my skirt and without undoing the button gently tugged it down my body. I looked at his hands shaking as he pressed on my pussy's mound and I just opened my legs. He pushed my top now above my breasts and just stared at me from top to bottom. My nipples were hard and tingling as he kissed first one then the other. His manly deep voice said, "You sure about this"? Strangely I shrugged while nodding a consent,but said nothing. He stood now and dropped his boxer's which tried to hang on to his obvious hardon by it hooking out through the pee hole. "Its being shy in front of you" He chuckled as I too giggled as I saw the size I was about to have in me.

 "It might hurt a bit at first,but I'll go gently,now you're sure you want this"? he waved his hardon in front of my pussy. As he got between my legs it suddenly struck me,WHERE THE FUCK WAS MY BROTHER? I knew he couldn't have got out of my room and he was gone from the side of my bed because dad had placed me squarely on the middle. The wardrobe? or where? I no longer cared as my dad's dick slid up and down my pubes creating a slippery line of his precum that was glistening like silver on the hairs as they tried to escape his stickiness. Each time,his cock slid lower towards my slit until it started pressing in it,then popping back up and sliding across my pubes again. This alone was making me nearly cum. With his movement I,looking down my belly was facinated watching his skin roll back and forward up and down his cocks head. This head looked huge as it slipped up and down my front. Dad came more down on me and I felt his cock draw farther down between my legs. He led now with his weight against me as his pulsing pressed against my pussy's slit right by the hole. I could sense his and my love juices were mingling as he very slowly increased the pressure of his cocks head against my cunts hole.

 Lifting his torso, he looked in my eyes, "Alright can you stand it pressing you"? 'Yes,I can feel it going up in a bit' It was. Very slowly I could feel my pussy opening to let his big mushroom in. It came against something trying to stop it. "I can feel my love juice squeezing inside you through your tiny part" I could as well,I adjusted my bum for some unknown reason and I felt his cock head press harder,then dad jabbed, "Sorry,Sorry, when you moved your bum I just had to thrust against your hymen" 'Its stinging a bit' raising himself he pulled back and a faint smile crossed his lips,"See! I've popped it" He knelt and lifted his hardon to let me look,there it was. Some blood on the helmet. 'Is that it dad'? "I guess so" As he lowered his cock back to my pussy. His hardon went back in me a bit, "Fuck,you're so tight I'm almost cumming" No more talk followed as I felt myself being pressed ever wider by his cock. I opened my thighs almost horizontal to get this big thing trying to search farther in me. Then I moved up the bed slightly as I felt a strange pressure in my insides. "It's all the way up,I wont try to open your uterus to force the rest in,its not much but as you get used to taking one you'll find the neck of your womb will open to accomodate some cock head.

 Dad pulled back then forward and as it all got more slippery my hips just started to push too him, 'Harder dad,do it like you do mum,its making me going to c-u-u-u-m-m-m.' I just grabbed and shagged at his cock as he in turn really started to pump up into my belly. I felt his first spirt go up the top of my cunt and I just grabbed at his ass as he grabbed at mine and we were locked in an orgasmic embrace that I never wanted to come down from. We did though. I could feel my muscles gripping like hell on this big shaft with its tickling little movements just about driving me mad. Then he collapsed on me with his full weight. It felt oh so cosy,but he's not heavy. Then it started all over again,first little movements then longer one's and soon he was pumping me for all he was worth and I was clinging round his body humping as hard as I could.

 We came again and this time he just kept pumping until I murmered. 'Don't stop now you're making me cum again' With this utterance he doubled his efforts and I orgasmed I could hear our squelching all over as he shot a third lot of baby juice up my poor pussy. A little while then I pushed him to get off, 'Mum must be back by now' He looked disappointed' He mouthed 'again'? 'Not now I whispered' I just couldn't have gone again.I could still feel his cock as though it was still in me and my pussy was throbbing like a headache. I knew I was going to become addicted to this or other cocks.

 Dad got up and wiped his cock in my panty's then kissed the goo that had a faint trace of my virgin blood on it. Pulling his boxer's on, "I wonder where Roy is then"? Blandly, 'I wondered about that as well' I so innocently added. 'He's generally around by now' In no time I heard the ladder being put back away and he went down stairs. It was only then that I quietly called 'Roy,where in fuck are you'? My long heavy curtain moved and I had to laugh,as a couple of feet from the ground a bump was in the curtain and as he came from round its end clearly this had been his hardon pressing against this curtain. "That was excruciating torture,I could hear dad fucking you after hearing him talk you into loosing your cherry and I dared not even wank myself off in case he spotted me. Do I get a go now? Look its throbbing with juice all over it" It was and, 'No not now,I'm enjoying dads spunk in me,maybe tomorrow,only maybe' "Fuck it,if dad hadn't appeared when he did I'd had got your cherry,its damn just so unfair" 'If he knew you fucked his wife you may be under the patio by now,so count your blessing' "Do you think he might find out"? 'Dun'no, but you better get what you can from her before he twigs,you're along time dead' Fuck,I'm even sounding like mum now'

 bye for now.