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   -------------------------------------------------------- It's been about
six months since I first made love to my 11 year old daughter on the dining
room floor just yards away from where my wife was cooking dinner.  Six
months after I had gone to her room and made love to her as my wife lay
sleeping just down the hall.

   Since then, I've had sex with Amy, my wife, a total of three times, each
time needing to pop one of those ever popular blue pills in order to get
hard enough to accomplish that.  Since then, I've made love to Mandi, my
now 12 year old daughter, just about 200 times, not once having to even
look at the dreaded blue pill bottle.  I was convinced I was a pervert, a
pedophile only looking for young flesh.

   The good news was Mandi had listened to me when I told her to stop
purposefully antagonizing her mom - I told her that if she wanted to have
sex, instead of tricking her into anger, giving her reason to have me
"punish" our child, Mandi only had to tell me she wanted to "do" sex.  Tell
me she did, almost every night, and every time Amy and our 6 year old
daughter Katie were out of the house.

   Not that I'm complaining, mind you.  Amy has no idea what's been going
on, since I've not had to take the blue pills when I make love to Mandi,
Mandi knows when I have to have sex with her mom but doesn't mind as long
as I still make love to her, and Katie has no idea about sex anyway.  Since
Mandi is no longer trying to date boys, she's no longer dressing
inappropriately, and the fights had pretty much stopped.  Hell, the first
Friday after Mandi and I made love (four times that first night, and that's
happened several times since), I though I had walked into the wrong house,
no shouting, raised voices, or anything of the sort.  Even at 6 Katie
noticed less shouting, and seemed to be a happier girl.

   Of course, there were squabbles, but nowhere near where they had been,
most of which being settled before I got home.  The only time Amy had me
punish Mandi was just about a month after our first time, and Mandi had
made a bad decision when it came to our younger daughter.  Katie wasn't
really in any danger, but the possibility had been there, and I also saw
where my wife was coming from, but the punishment was requested, the type
already decided, and I had no choice but to carry it out.

   Of course, after the punishment (and after my wife went to bed), Mandi
and I had to laugh about it.  After all, how effective is spanking a girl
when she can clearly feel her daddy's erection pressing against her stomach
as he half heartedly swats her panty clad ass?  It was so "traumatic" for
her she actually requested spankings several times since as foreplay.

   It was a nice time for me.  I was getting more rest, more sex, and more
peace in the house, and the increase of all had eased my tension even at
work.  I had gotten a raise, a promotion, and was now able to work at my
own schedule, having proven myself in my profession.  Not to say everything
was peachy, but I did have a bit more money to play with when the bills
were paid.

   Some of that money was what I started increasing my blue pill
collection. I had no idea why my dick only responded to my young daughter,
but I wasn't going to take a chance that it wouldn't work if Mandi wanted
to use it, and I knew Amy had been keeping track of the number I had in the
bottle.  These I kept in my desk, knowing Amy would never even think of
looking in there.

   That brings me to the Saturday in question.  One of Katie's first grade
friends was having a birthday, and Amy went along, supposedly to help care
for the kids (she had been friends with the girl's mother, and had been
know to drink a bit too much while hanging around her), leaving Katie and I
in the house alone.  I thought I knew what Mandi was going to want to do,
but instead her friend, Allison, came over.

   Every time I saw Allison, I felt sorry for her, but I didn't know what I
could do.  Mandi had made me promise I would never tell anyone about what
Allison's dad was doing to her, and although the stories Mandi told me
sounded like her dad was viciously raping the 12 year old on a regular
basis, Mandi had promised never to tell, and I couldn't betray my daughter
by going against her.  Sounds shitty, I know, but Mandi was desperately
afraid if Allison's dad was arrested, Allison would never forgive her, so I
was stuck.

   I watched the girls play for a bit, but the night before, Mandi and I
had made love, me filling her preteen pussy with three orgasms worth of cum
before calling it a night, and I was tired.  I excused myself and went to
my room, turned out the light, and lay down, passing out before my head hit
the pillow.

   I have no idea how long I slept, but when I woke up, Mandi was sitting
on the bed with me, her hand massaging my dick which quickly grew under her
hand.  She smiled, unzipping my pants.  "Didn't you get enough last night,
daddy?"

   I ran my hand through her hair.  "Honey, I could never get enough of
you."

   "Good answer, daddy," she said, pulling my dick out of my pants, leaning
down and engulfing the tip in her mouth.  She had started doing that about
the time I had to spank her, wondering what the big deal was, and I never
argued with her about it.  Her technique had improved over time, but even
at the start, it felt wonderful.

   I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, tucking my hands under the
pillow.  After a few minutes, I felt her shift, getting off the bed and
moving around.  I was going to ask what was wrong, but I felt the bed shift
again, her hands wrapping around my dick, her mouth covering the tip.

   I reached down with the hand closest to her, putting my hand on her
upper back, rubbing her shoulder blades, and then noticed something wrong.
My daughter was blonde, straight, long hair, and the hair under my hand was
thicker and curly.  I sat up, startled, and noticed there were two
silhouettes in the room - one standing next to the bed, the other kneeling
on the bed, torso pulling away from my body.  I reached over to the
nightstand and flicked on the light.

   My Mandi was standing next to the bed, naked, her face shocked in the
new light.  Allison was kneeling next to me on the bed, also naked, her
hand wrapped around my dick.  My erection wilted in her hand.

   "Mandi, what's going on?" I asked weakly.

   "Daddy, please don't be mad!" she exclaimed, climbing on the bed next to
me.  "It was my idea, and I just had to ...  I mean, it's not fair that ...
I mean..." then she broke down and cried.

   Allison, on the other hand, had bowed her head down, glancing up at me
in obvious fear.  "Please don't hurt her.  If you need to hurt someone, you
can hurt me.  She said that you don't hurt her, but if you need to hurt
someone to make it big again, you can hurt me." The girl turned around and
presented her ass, just starting to get its womanly curves, to me.  I could
see marks, both old and new, tattooing across the skin, and I knew that the
bastard had been beating her.

   I sat up, my limp dick flopping through the zipper.  "Stop a minute,
please, both of you.  What's going on?"

   My daughter was still crying, almost hysterically, so I knew I wouldn't
get any answers from her.  I reached out, lightly grasping Allison's
shoulder and turned her around.  Tears were dripping from her face, as if I
had already beat her.  "What's going on, Allison."

   "I'm sorry I made it go soft, Mr.  Douglas.  I didn't mean to make it
soft.  I know daddy's gets hard again if he spanks me, so if that would
help, you can spank me."

   Tears were streaming down her face as she said this, but her voice was
steady, not touched by any emotion.  It broke my heart to see this child so
divided inside that even her emotions could be split like this.  I took
Allison by her shoulder and pulled her to me, nestling her head in my
shoulder as I motioned for Mandi to crawl in bed on the other side.

   I held both girls for a while, letting each of them work their tears
out. Both shoulders were soaked with salt water before they stopped, Mandi
still hitching breaths in small gasps when I repeated my question of what
was going on.

   It took a while, and another small bout of crying on the part of Mandi,
but I finally found out Mandi had told her friend about her and I, and how
not all daddies were mean and rough when they did the sex thing with their
daughters.  I was shocked that Mandi had told, but after Allison explained
that she had guessed why Mandi was asking about sex, I couldn't blame Mandi
for anything.

   Apparently, Allison had come to school that past Monday, the teachers
oblivious to the discomfort and shame etched in Allison's face.  Not my
daughter, though - she knew her friend was in pain, both physical and
mental, and had asked her about it on the playground during recess. 
Allison, having already found out about Mandi and I, had no problem telling
my daughter the latest in her cycle of abuse.  Apparently, Allison's dad,
(who everyone but those in this room thought of as that wonderful man,
devoted husband, dedicated father and devoted pastor - everyone in this
room knew him to be a drunk, wife beating, daughter raping ass who never
practiced what he preached) had gotten so angry the past Sunday after a
sermon he preached hadn't had the desired effect, he had come home and
anally raped Allison, forcing Allison's mom to hold her down as he rammed
his dick in her previously virgin ass.

   By the time the girls had told me the story, I was holding them both
tight against my chest.  "Allison, what he - no, what they are doing to you
isn't right.  No one should ever make you do anything you don't want to do,
no matter who they are."

   "That's what I told her, daddy.  I told her you never hurt me, and
you're gentle, and its really fun, and..."

   She trailed off as looked up and saw me looking down at her.  "I'm not
going to yell at you about telling - I know Allison guessed, but you can't
tell anyone else, not even if they guess, ok?"

   Mandi nodded mutely.  I kissed her on the top of the head, and turned to
Allison.  "Honey, if your dad does these things to you, and you don't like
it, why would you want to do them with me?"

   Both girls looked at me, not answering so long I almost gave up the hope
of an answer before Allison answered.  "Mandi said you were gentle with
her, and she felt these wonderful feelings, better than anything else in
the world, and I wanted to see if she was really telling the truth.  Daddy
said I was supposed to hurt, that the hurt was the fun for him, and all
girls had to hurt for their daddies, and when Mandi said you never hurt
her, it sounded too good to be true." Tears started beading in the corner
of her eyes.  "I hoped that I could see it didn't have to hurt, but then
you got soft, and I know that hurt is the only thing to bring it back, and
I so wanted to feel the nice feelings Mandi told me about, and..." but she
broke down, sobbing.

   I held them both against me, not even paying attention to their
nakedness as I comforted Allison.  Her crying tapered off, and Mandi looked
at me.  I smiled back at her, tears in my own eyes after the story my
daughter's friend had told me.

   Mandi looked down at my limp dick, reaching out one hand and stroking a
finger against my dick.  Immediately it started rising, growing to a length
my 12 year old daughter knew well.  I heard Allison gasp as she saw it
lengthen and harden, no pain necessary, and wonderingly reached her hand
out.  Mandi pulled her hand away as Allison wrapped her fingers around it,
then gasped as she saw my hard dick wilt again.  She looked up at me, but I
could only shake my head in confusion as it lost all hardness in the young
girl's hand.

   Over the next few minutes, Mandi, Allison and I conducted an experiment.
My dick would get hard almost instantly for my own daughter, but would
shrink and hide for Allison.  Don't get me wrong, Allison was and is a
beautiful young girl, but for some reason, I just couldn't maintain an
erection for anyone other than my daughter.  'Maybe,' I though, 'I'm not
really a pedophile after all - maybe I'm just more attracted to Mandi than
anyone else!'

   Let me tell you, that was a load off my mind.  I had spent the last six
months wondering what went wrong, why I could only get hard with my
underage daughter instead of my wife.  Now it seemed it wasn't the fact she
was underage that made me hard - maybe it was who I was with that did!

   At first, Allison seemed to be worried about that - after all, her daddy
couldn't get hard without causing her hurt, and now I couldn't get hard
when she tried to make me hard - maybe there was something wrong with her.

   Mandi was the smart one in the conversation, striking on the fact that
just because her daddy didn't get hard for Allison didn't mean Allison was
unattractive.  It was just something daddy could only do for her, not even
her mom, and it was all to do with love.

   Frankly I was shocked that my 12 year old picked that up, but I guess I
shouldn't be.  Mandi had known about my little blue pill problem with Amy
since before I took her virginity on the dining room floor, and I had
explained what the pills were for.  She though it was funny I needed one
for her mom, but not when I'm with her.  Yeah, hilarious.

   Allison thought it over, nodding slowly.  "I was just hoping you dad
would show me what it's like to be gentle," she moped.

   I looked down at Mandi.  "Do you want me to show her, baby?  Do you
really want to share me with your friend?"

   Mandi nodded eagerly, "I've wanted her to feel the good feeling for a
long time - it's not fair she's been doing it for longer, and never felt
it."

   I looked at Allison.  "You sure you want to do it with me, honey?"

   Allison hesitated before nodding.  "Can Mandi get it to be hard long
enough to try it?"

   "Allison, I can get it hard, but I do need to take some medicine to do
so.  Mandi, you know where they are in my desk?"

   She nodded and ran out of the room, leaving me with her naked 12 year
old friend.  "While she's gone, I can start giving you the good feelings if
you want"

   Allison nodded, and I moved her down the bed, laying her head on my
wife's pillow.  I started kissing her mouth, then worked my way down her
front.  Apparently, her dad was fucking her without ever kissing her, and
she started gasping from the moment my mouth contacted hers.  I kissed her
neck, worked my way down to her breasts.  Mandi's breasts had almost
doubled in size in the past 6 months, requiring her to graduate from a
training bra to an almost too tight A cup.  Allison was bigger than Mandi,
although I hadn't seen her bra, I would guess she had a B cup at least.  I
swirled my tongue around her nipple, my hand drifting down to her peach
fuzz covered pussy to rub her clit.

   Mandi walked in about that time, carrying a bottle with those blue pills
in it.  I took the time to dry swallow one of those and started kissing the
girl again, moving down her body, kissing her tummy, then the pubic ridge
above her pussy, and then moved between her legs, my face inches from her
pussy.  Mandi crawled up on the bed next to Allison's face, holding her
hand, her face smiling into Allison's worried face.  "You'll love this."

   I leaned forward, my tongue contacting her obviously bruised and abused
pussy, my tongue slipping between her labia before making my way up the
crease to flick against her clit.  Allison gasped as I made contact, not
quite cumming, but nearly as I wriggled my tongue against her sensitive
organ.  I looked up her body and saw Mandi had bent down and taken one of
Allison's nipples in her mouth.

   I wrapped my arms around her legs, reaching up to hold one of Mandi's
breasts, and Allison's breast not currently engaged by Mandi's mouth.  I
ate her to orgasm, knowing Mandi was getting almost as much pleasure as I
was as her friend groaned and twitched in her first ever orgasm.  I took my
mouth off the preteen and worked my legs up, kneeling between her legs, my
dick responding to the sensations and the chemical effect of the drug.

   I lifted Allison's hips off the bed, sliding my knees under them as I
shifted her body up in position with my dick.  Mandi kept nibbling and
licking on the girl's breasts, shifting from one to the other as I rubbed
the head of my dick up and down Allison's dripping pussy.  I eased the head
in, taking my time, making sure I was being as gentle as possible as I held
her hips, moving mine back and forth, working more and more of my dick into
her small body.  She gasped and moaned, making Mandi raise her head and
look at me, watching my dick disappear inside her friend.

   "How does it feel, Ali?" she asked, her head turning to face her friend.

   "It feels so big, Di," she gasped, "so much bigger than daddy, but it
doesn't hurt at all!" Mandi squealed in pleasure and bent over to kiss her
friend on the mouth, definitely not a friend's kiss, but who was I to say
anything.  I fucked the girl gently as my daughter kissed her, their
tongues tripping over each other as they wrestled back and forth.  Suddenly
Allison hitched her breath in, holding it as I felt her internal muscles
clench in her first penis induced orgasm in her life.  I pulled her tight
against me, letting her internal spasms milk the sperm from my dick,
filling her pussy with semen.

   That seemed to send her over again, her pussy clenching and releasing my
dick in a welcome and familiar pattern, Allison moaning her pleasure
directly into Mandi's mouth.  I cried out my pleasure, feeling my essence
draining into her as I started coming down from my orgasm.

   I pulled out of her when I felt her orgasm slow to a stop, making her
shudder again.  I lay next to her, watching as my daughter kissed her
friend deeply, apparently tasting the girl's excitement.

   Finally Mandi looked at me, leaned over her friend's head and kissed me,
her small tongue slipping between my lips.  "Thank you for showing her it
doesn't always have to hurt, daddy."

   "I think we need to talk about that, baby - you, me and Allison." I
looked at both naked girls.  "Allison, it should never have to hurt.  Mandi
and I sometimes play I'm spanking her, but she knows I would never really
hurt her, and she always has the ability to say no - that's something your
dad needs to know as well.  You need to tell someone about what he's doing
to you."

   She nodded sadly.  "I don't know who else I could tell."

   "Tell him that if he ever hurts you, you will tell everyone and anyone.
Tell him someone already knows, and if anything happens to you, they will
tell everyone and anyone.  Do you understand?  You have the power as soon
as you take it."

   She nodded, but I'm not sure she understood.  I put a finger on her chin
and turned her to me.  "Promise me you won't let him hurt you again.  Even
if you get sent somewhere far away, both Mandi and I would want you to be
safe more than we would want you here." I looked at Mandi, who nodded.  "It
would be sad for my daughter to lose a friend because you moved away, but
it would be worse for everyone if your dad loses it and hurts you enough to
kill you - you know?"

   Allison didn't say much after that, only saying a few words as we all
cleaned up, washing the smell and fluids of sex off each other.  Soon
after, Allison went home, and Mandi spent the rest of the day in her room,
crying.  I tried to comfort her, but the only thing she was able to bring
herself to say was she was glad I could show her friend sex didn't have to
hurt, and she wouldn't blame me if Allison had to move away.  Troubled, I
left her alone.

   Five days later, we found out what Allison's decision had been.  When I
got home, there were police cars parked in front of the "esteemed" Reverend
Franks was being led out in handcuffs, Allison being held and comforted by
what had to be a child psychologist.  Of course, no one told us anything
about what was going on, but we did find out through the newspapers that
"the good reverend" was being held on child abuse charges, and young
Allison was being sent to a relatives house.  Mandi did get a letter
several months later, "explaining" what had happened.  Amy only clucked her
tongue, saying "How can any father be sexually attracted to his own
daughter?" she asked, Mandi and I glancing at each other, then away before
my wife saw.  'How, indeed,' I thought to myself.  'How can a dad be so
attracted to his own daughter that he needs a blue pill for anyone but
her?'

   It isn't a question I've ever found the answer to, but I am still
looking for at least something that makes sense.

   To be concluded...

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   As I stated at the beginning, this is entirely fiction.  I write
fiction, and do not believe fiction should be censored, but neither should
it be followed.  If you have an urge to have sex with a child, seek
immediate help, or cut off your pecker.  Kids need to be cherished, not
ravaged, protected, not exploited.

   As an author, I appreciate any kind of constructive feedback for my
work. I do not write for profit, so the only payment I get is knowing what
my readers think.
   Fitfully Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)