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My Obsession
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A wife discovers her husband's obsession, then 
surprises him in the manner she decides to deal with 
it. (MFg, ped, bi, inc, exh, 1st)

***

"You what?" She asked; a look of shock contorting her 
features.

I knew she had heard me and so I did not answer her 
question. I sat and watched her face go through a gamut 
of expressions as she digested what I'd just told her. 
Her right hand was on the table top and she 
absentmindedly drummed her fingers. 

"Have..." she began and then stopped to swallow the 
dryness in her throat. "Have you ever done anything..." 
She continued and let the implication hang in the air.

"No," I answered.

My answer was unexpected and she fidgeted as questions 
formed in her mind. I could tell she wanted to ask 
them, but she either didn't want to know or her mind 
was in too much of a jumble to be able to form an 
intelligent question. I simply waited. She suddenly 
pushed away from the table and walked over to the 
kitchen counter. She gazed out the window, but I don't 
think she actually saw anything except the pictures 
inside of her head.

"I-I don't understand," she finally said, turning to 
face me. "How do you know you like that if you've never 
done anything?"

I shrugged and realized she couldn't see my silent 
response so I finally spoke out. "I just know."

"D-Do you w-want to do those things?" She asked and 
turned to watch me answer. 

"It excites me, but I don't think I could ever actually 
do anything like that."

"I don't understand, Paul," she said and her mouth 
opened and closed as she tried, but could not continue. 
There were too many questions; too many pictures in her 
mind; too much of everything.

She had confronted me as I sat down to eat a late 
supper. I had never hidden my computer access password 
and had trusted her sense of privacy. But, I'd been 
wrong. She had decided on searching my account to see 
if I was having an affair. Why she thought I was having 
an affair I couldn't understand. I was a devoted 
husband. I worked and took care of the house and yard. 
I didn't have any "bowling" nights or nights "out with 
the guys." I was an attentive lover. We still made love 
several times a week.

My wife, at forty, was a beautiful and sexy woman and 
still turned me on immensely. She had kept her figure 
and was still a head turner. She had C-cup breasts that 
a teenage girl would be proud of and her narrow waist 
accentuated them nicely. Her chestnut hair was full and 
hung past her shoulders with yet a hint of gray. Her 
hips were narrow and her ass was high, tight, and 
round. She was a dream woman. The wife that all the 
other guys wished was theirs and the one that all the 
other women envied and hated. 

"I'm not enough for you?" She asked and I could see the 
hint of a tear in the corner of her left eye.

"You're more than enough for me," I answered.

My heart tumbled inside my chest as the pain of hurting 
her affected me. My voice clouded with emotion. I rose 
up off my chair and went to her. I put my arms around 
her and she did not resist me, but neither did she 
return the hug. After hugging her for a while, I leaned 
back and looked down at her. 

"Look," I said, hoping I could explain this. "I can't 
explain it. I came across some stuff one day and it 
fascinated me. I realized that it excited me and so I 
kept on looking for it and I found it was all over the 
internet. I'll erase all that stuff. I won't look at it 
any more. I promise."

She studied my face for a moment and then shook her 
head as though that might clear her mind. 

"It's too late, Paul," she said. "It's not something 
you can just erase and make believe it never happened."

"I know, I know," I said, but didn't know what else to 
say.

"I-I... just have to think about this, Paul," she said, 
and walked away from me. 

I watched as the kitchen door swung closed behind her 
and wondered if it signified something greater. 

My wife had, for some as yet unspoken reason, believed 
that I was fucking one of her friends and she had 
searched for my password so that she could check out my 
on line account for any tell tale emails to verify her 
suspicions. What she had found instead were a number of 
pictures of young girls and boys. Very young. They were 
in all stages of undress and some were taking part in 
sexual activities. There were young kids sucking large 
adult cocks; cum spraying on their small upturned 
faces. There were large cocks spreading open their 
cunts and driving into their asses. 

I had been amazed the first time I'd run across these 
pictures. I imagined that they would only be passed 
around by people with similar tastes. I had never 
imagined that such images would be posted for anyone to 
find. The first time I'd seen such pictures, I'd 
hurriedly closed down my browser and sat in paranoid 
silence. I pictured super-vigilant agents of the 
government beating down my door, but I soon laughed at 
myself and then tentatively sought out the site once 
again. 

There was a series of pictures with a man presenting 
his cock to a girl I assumed to be his daughter. She 
appeared to be no older than six. A small blonde 
haired, blue eyed, nymphet. As the series progressed, 
the young girl grasped the fat, engorged cock and I 
assumed she was jerking it off. Then, the girl stuck 
her tongue out and licked the plum shaped head. In the 
last few pictures, the fat head was pushed into her 
small mouth.

I became aroused as I looked at the series of pictures 
and then realized that I'd been fondling myself through 
the cloth of my pants. My cock was as hard as it had 
ever been and was clearly outlined through the cotton 
fabric. A small, dark, wet spot appeared near the 
larger shape of my cock's head. I felt a sense of guilt 
as I fondled myself like a teenager. 

I knew no one else was at home so I decided to unzip my 
pants and free my hard member. It stuck up through the 
opening of my fly and the head glistened with seminal 
fluid. I gazed at the pictures once again and stroked 
my stone hard cock. It only took a few minutes before a 
gush of semen came spurting up and onto the computer 
keyboard. 

It was quickly followed by more gouts of whitish gunk 
that splashed onto my shirt and back down onto my 
crotch. I had not cum that hard in ages and it drained 
me. I sat, slumped in my chair, and let the feeling 
wash over me. I almost dozed off, but the nagging 
thought that I should clean up stirred me. 

I sopped up as much cum as I could before shoving my 
soiled clothes into the laundry hamper, hoping my wife 
wouldn't notice the strange stains. Explanations of 
spilled soup already forming in my head. Little did I 
know that those stains would fuel my wife's 
imaginations and cause her to wonder if I was enjoying 
the fruit of someone else's loins.

I put on a pair of sweats and went back into the den. 
The lurid pictures confronted me as I sat back down and 
I quickly closed the open window. I thought about what 
I'd just done and wondered at my arousal. I couldn't 
understand why pictures of a young kids having sex had 
been so exciting to me. I had never had any sexual 
attraction to young girls before. 

In truth, I had never been presented with such blatant 
visuals before either. I had daughters of my own and I 
knew that sexual thoughts had never even crossed my 
mind when I looked at them. Even when it was my turn to 
give them baths the sight of their childish cunts had 
not provoked any such imaginings. But now, I suddenly 
pictured my own daughters fondling my cock and I 
suddenly found myself erect once again.

I had felt a certain guilt after my actions that day 
and had resisted the urge to repeat my actions, but, a 
couple of weeks later, I was searching once again. I 
soon found a Russian site with a large number of 
photos. The photos only showed young girls posing and 
not having sex. Yet, the pictures of the young girls 
with legs spread and gleaming little cunts aroused me 
once again. I was prepared this time and pulled my 
sweats down to my knees. 

My tumescent cock swayed in the air as it waited to be 
stroked. I did not waste time and my hand was soon a 
blur as I moved from one picture to the next. I tried 
to hold off in order to increase my pleasure. I would 
stroke to the edge of orgasm and then release my cock. 
I could feel it throbbing and the fat head was flushed 
with blood. I soon reached the end of the picture file 
and so I clicked on some of the links. I couldn't tell 
where they led since I couldn't read the Cyrillic 
characters. 

The first one led to a sign-up page and I hit the 
return arrow. The next appeared to be instructions on 
how to download a Flash player and so I returned again. 
The third was a list of links with associated pictures. 
Young boys and girls stared back at me. Some of them 
holding large, hard cocks; some with cum spattering 
their faces; others simply lie naked with outspread 
legs; and some were of young boys having sex with men 
and other boys. 

I began clicking on the links and most of them were 
broken links or led to pay sites with no pictures 
available. Then, I struck pay dirt once again. I found 
another site with hardcore pictures of boys and girls 
having sex with adults and other children. My cock 
waved it's swollen head in anticipation of what was to 
come; or should I say cum. 

I stroked feverishly as I enlarged each successive 
thumbnail picture. The picture that brought me over the 
edge was a young girl kneeling before a man whose cock 
stuck out of his unzipped trousers. Cum ran down her 
chin and onto her chest. The girl looked like my oldest 
daughter, who is nine years old. 

My cock erupted once again and cum flew up to smack the 
underside of my chin. There was cum everywhere; on my 
hand, my face, my chest, my balls, on the desk top. I 
sat, slumped, with eyes glazed for I don't know how 
long. Finally, I took the tissues I had brought with me 
to clean up the mess. I laughed aloud as I tried to sop 
up all of the translucent gunk. I felt physically 
drained. More so than when I had sex with my wife.

**

That evening, as we sat down to supper, I looked at my 
two daughters in a different way. We had been late 
parents. My wife had wanted to establish her career 
before having children. Heather was nine and Kathleen 
was eight. They were both beautiful little tow headed 
waifs. Perfect images of their mother except with 
lighter coloring. Both had round little butts that 
attracted a lot of attention. 

I had caught many a man looking at my daughters' asses. 
It had bothered me on occasion, but now I understood. I 
remembered the pictures I'd jerked off to and pictured 
my daughters doing those things to me. My cock 
stretched the material at my crotch and I had to reach 
down and adjust myself. I suddenly felt an overwhelming 
guilt and I was lucky that no one was looking at me 
because I felt my face flush.

That was not the last time those thoughts would come to 
me. I began to lust after my daughters, but that was 
the extent of my actions. For a while anyway. 

All of these things had occurred within the last few 
months and now my wife had become aware of my 
perversion. I had, stupidly, saved some of the more 
vivid pictures in order to indulge my urges and these 
are what she had found.

As I sat in the darkening kitchen, I wondered what fate 
had in store for me. Would Melissa leave me? Would she 
take my daughters away? Would she feel she had to 
protect them from my new found obsession? A sadness 
washed over me and I got up to find a drink. I went to 
the den to where the liquor cabinet was and was shocked 
at what I found. 

My wife sat before the computer and she looked at the 
pictures I had saved. The material of her shorts were 
bunched at the crotch where her right hand rubbed at 
her cunt and her left hand kneaded her right breast. 
She was making quiet grunts as she dug at her cunt. My 
cock threatened to tear through the material of my 
pants. I slowly approached her and stood by her side. 
She barely acknowledged my presence. 

I reached out slowly and placed a hand on her left 
breast. She moaned loudly as I gently squeezed. I 
replaced her hand on the other breast and gently 
kneaded her large mounds. Her nipples had hardened into 
hard little pebbles. I pinched both of them and she let 
out a loud groan. I unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped 
her front hooking bra. Her luscious tits begged for 
attention. I slid my hands between her upper arms and 
her body and pulled her up to her feet. 

She looked at me in confusion and then gasped as I 
reached for the button to her walking shorts. There was 
a large wet stain at her crotch. I unbuttoned the 
shorts and let them fall to her ankles. She shrugged 
and let her bra and blouse fall to the floor as well. 
Her white panties were translucent with her juices and 
I could see her neatly trimmed pubic hairs matted 
within. I slid her panties down to reveal her swollen 
cunt lips and the excited clitoris poking out at the 
top. 

I pushed her back down into the chair and knelt before 
her. I tugged the shorts and panties off of her left 
foot and gently spread her legs. She realized what I 
was intending and spread her legs wide. She almost 
shouted out in reaction to my tongue touching her 
there. She slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle 
any further outbursts as my tongue dove into her 
dripping cunt. Her entire body trembled as I licked and 
jabbed at her cunt lips and clit. She rested a hand on 
the back of my head and her fingers slowly ran through 
my hair. I glanced up and saw that she was staring at 
the computer screen again. 

Melissa moaned and shook as I savored her juicy cunt. 
She had a pronounced clit and I sucked on it like a 
tiny cock. I reached up and drove two fingers into her 
sopping wet cunt. Her juices ran down my fingers and my 
hand was soon glistening. She moaned with every thrust 
and I knew she was near. Her orgasm was earth shaking. 
Her thighs slammed shut around my head and she held me 
tightly. I continued to lick her clit and she shook and 
groaned in ecstasy. Her orgasm went on for a long time 
and I thought I might never take breath again. She 
finally slumped and pushed my probing tongue away. 

"Sweet Jesus!" Melissa whispered as she sat back with 
her eyes closed. Her body shook once again as another 
spasm ran through her.

Her legs were spread wide on either side of my body and 
her cunt was swollen and flowered open before my eyes. 
Juices seeped slowly from her uterus and ran, like 
beads of sweat, down into the crack of her ass. I 
reached down and unzipped my pants and fished out my 
throbbing cock. A bead of seminal fluid dropped from 
the end and dangled on a silvery thread. I reached out 
and grasped the back of each of her knees. 

Melissa's eyes snapped open and she frowned, wondering 
what I was doing. I pulled her forward slightly so that 
her ass was on the edge of the chair and then I raised 
her legs up onto my shoulders. Melissa realized what I 
was doing and a smile appeared on her lips. I 
straightened up so that my cock was even with her juicy 
cunt and drove myself into her with one quick shove.

"Oh!" She shouted at the sensation and closed her eyes 
to savor it.

I pulled almost all the way out and drove into her 
again. This time she only moaned. Our love making was 
usually a gentle affair. We like a lot of foreplay. 
Usually, Melissa would suck on my cock until I came 
into her mouth and then I would play with her body. 

I would nibble on her breasts and she would squeal and 
moan; then I would work my way down her body, licking 
and nibbling as I went. I would avoid her cunt at first 
and work my way down to her knees. The inside of her 
knees were very sensitive and her breath would catch in 
her throat as I licked the inside of each one. I would 
then lick and kiss the inside of her thighs as I worked 
my way up to her juicy cunt. 

She would buck and moan as I finally passed my tongue 
over her cunt lips. I would tease her with my tongue 
until she could no longer stand it and then I would 
attack her clit and bring her to orgasm. I would then 
slide up on top of her and push my re-aroused cock into 
her. We would fuck in a number of positions until we 
both had another orgasm. It wasn't unusual for Melissa 
to have several orgasms before I erupted into her. Like 
I said, my wife was something else. 

This time, however, there was no finesse in my actions. 
I just drove into her as hard as I could and she 
grunted and moaned with every stroke. Her eyes were 
closed and her mouth was open. I watched her tongue 
continually wetting her lips, which were being dried by 
the hot breath being exhaled with her moans. I was 
relentless in my pounding of her sopping cunt. 

I could feel her juices soaking into my pubis and 
looked down to see the front of my pants were soaking 
as well. I could also feel my orgasm building up with 
every stroke. The feeling was exquisite. My balls 
pulled up into a tight ball in anticipation of spewing 
their milky load. 

Melissa's moans became louder and I could tell she was 
nearing orgasm as well. I slammed into her over and 
over and the den was filled with the sloppy splattering 
sound of our violent coupling. My orgasm struck me and 
I barked out like a dog. I push hard into her and the 
chair rocked back and threatened to overturn. I could 
feel my cum spewing into her and my body shook with the 
ecstasy. My back tightened and arched and my thighs 
quivered. I groaned with every spurt.

Melissa was even more vocal than I. She had reached 
climax at the same time that I did. Her head rocked 
side to side and she had her arms wrapped around her 
chest as she moaned loudly. 

"My God! My God!" She moaned over and over again.

I finally pulled out of her and grunted as her nether 
lips brushed against the overly sensitive mushroom head 
of my cock. I lowered her legs to the floor then spread 
them and leaned in to hug my wife.

Melissa's head was on my shoulder and I heard her 
whisper, "Holy fuck!"

This was amazing in of itself since she never used 
profanity. I chuckled at the sound of it and said, "Uh 
huhn."

It was then that I caught a motion out of the corner of 
my eye. I knew instantly what it was and forced myself 
not to react to it. I could only imagine that our 
violent and vocal love making had awakened and caused 
her to come find out what was going on. There she stood 
with disheveled, blonde, pillow hair. The left side of 
her pajama top was hanging out of the bottoms. She was 
barefoot; our nine year old daughter Heather. 

The door to the den had either been left ajar or she 
had pushed it open to the width of her body. I looked 
towards her without turning my head and could see the 
look of amazement and wonder on her face. I wondered 
how long she'd been standing there. How much of our 
lascivious actions she had seen. I wondered what 
feelings had been created in her mind. Was she simply 
curious? Did she understand what we had been doing? Was 
she repulsed? Or, was she, perhaps, aroused? 

I watched as she quietly stepped back and then 
disappeared from the door way.

"We had an audience," I whispered to Melissa.

"I know," she whispered back.

I pushed out of our embrace and looked into her eyes.

"You knew?"

"Yes," she said, nodding, "she showed up when you were 
going down on me."

I studied my wife's face in wonderment. An hour ago, I 
was wondering if I still had a marriage left; if my 
wife was going to tell me she couldn't live with a 
pervert. Now, I was stunned and confused. I was about 
to ask her about it, but decided it might not be a good 
idea.

"God! That was amazing," she said. "The way you kept 
slamming into me. Your pelvis kept smashing into my 
clit. You kept pounding and pounding. It was like I was 
having one long orgasm or maybe like a hundred small 
ones."

I didn't say anything and just kept looking at her. Her 
eyes were turned upwards as though she was looking at 
something inside of her head; searching for words.

"I don't know what happened, Paul," she said and shook 
her head in wonder. "I came back in here and opened up 
that picture file. I wanted to understand why they made 
you feel that way. I looked at them, these young kids 
doing those things. Sucking on men's cocks and getting 
fucked. And, the more I looked the more I realized it 
was turning me on as well. The next thing I knew, I was 
rubbing my cunt through my pants and then you came in 
and... and... well you know 'and.'"

"Yeah," I chuckled, "I know 'and.'"

"Then," she continued, "you went down on me and it was 
amazing. I was so aroused I thought I'd cum right away. 
That's when I caught sight of Heather. I looked over at 
her, but she didn't see me. She was enthralled by what 
you were doing. Her mouth hung open in wonder and I 
almost came when her tongue pushed out to wet her lips. 
It was almost as if she was imagining doing it to me. 
That's when I came.

"Boy! Did I cum! I could feel the juices running down 
my thighs. We'll need a mop to clean up this chair."

We both chuckled at her statement and she leaned 
forward to hug me once again. Her face turned to mine 
and her lips sought mine out. She crushed her mouth to 
mine and held the kiss for a long time. I could sense 
she was still aroused and it was then that I realized 
that I was hard once again. I rose to my feet with 
Melissa clinging to our embrace. I had my hands under 
her ass cheeks and lifted her as I stood. 

Melissa is five foot six to my six foot three. She 
wrapped her legs around me and continued to suck the 
life out of my tongue. I crushed her in my arms and 
felt her large soft breasts pressing into my chest.

She finally broke our kiss and she grinned at me as she 
reached behind her and grasped my engorged cock. She 
wiggled her eyebrows up and down and I laughed.

I lowered her to her feet and she pouted at me, but I 
wiggled my eyebrows and she frowned in question. I 
grabbed her by the shoulders and slowly turned her body 
so that she was facing the desk. She looked over her 
shoulder at me and continued to frown. Then, the frown 
changed to a look of surprise as I pushed on her back 
to make her lean forward. She put her arms on the desk 
top and rested her head on them. I unbuckled my belt 
and let my pants and boxers slide down my legs.

I reached down and grasped a well rounded ass cheek in 
either hand and slowly spread them. I looked at the bud 
of her anus and was tempted to drive my cock into it, 
but Melissa needed a lot of preparation before getting 
fucked in the ass. Instead, I aimed my cock at her 
swollen labia. Drops of moisture still flecked her 
reddened lips and it aroused me even more. I pressed my 
cock head at her opening and slowly slid myself into 
her. 

"Ooooooooh!" She exclaimed as I slid in deep. 

This was my favorite position because I could really 
plumb the depths of her cunt. My cock head would bang 
against her cervix and, if I was lucky, I could often 
force myself into it. This would drive us both wild. 
The feeling was amazingly tight; as though a small fist 
was grasping my cock head. I don't know what Melissa 
felt, but she enjoyed it as well. 

She was so aroused this time that my cock immediately 
pushed into her cervix and I felt the familiar clamping 
around my plum sized head.

"Oh, God!" She moaned loudly. 

I pulled back and drove hard into her. I couldn't 
believe how good it felt. My cock head would bang 
against her insides. Sometimes it would find the 
opening to her cervix other times it would just pound 
against it. I would pull as far back as possible 
without pulling all the way out and then I would drive 
forcefully back into her. 

Melissa moaned and muttered with every stroke. My 
stroking had pushed her forward onto the desk and her 
thighs were pressed up against it. She had brought her 
hands down to cover her breasts as they had slid across 
the polished surface of the desk. The first contact had 
rubbed her nipples and it had hurt her, but she hadn't 
said anything and only cupped her breasts in her hands. 

Her fingers played with her nipples now and she pulled 
and pinched them harder than she ever had. The pounding 
in her cunt was unbelievable. She couldn't understand 
why she was so aroused. She felt like a newlywed on her 
honeymoon night. My fat cock was relentless and she 
could feel my balls slap at her clitoris with every 
stroke.

I knew it would take a while before I came since I had 
just had an earth shattering climax a short while ago, 
but I still drove into her like a mad man. Our bodies 
met so violently that it sounded like I was spanking 
her. I felt a wetness on my thighs and knew that it was 
her juices splattering onto me. 

I heard Melissa make a short gasp of surprise and I 
wondered if I had hit a tender spot or hurt her in some 
way, but then I saw her as well and understood. Heather 
had come back to her vantage point. She stood in the 
small opening and her eyes were fixed on my pistonning 
cock. She didn't even realize that we were both looking 
at her. She stared transfixed and then a strange thing 
happened. Her right hand moved down and she pressed 
into her groin. A small frown crossed her forehead as 
she pressed into herself. It was as if she wondered 
where those feelings were coming from. 

Melissa said, "Oh, God!" as she watched her daughter 
touch herself and I felt her shudder beneath me as she 
climaxed. I could feel the tremors run through her body 
and her back arched up slightly. Her legs buckled and I 
had to hold on to her hips so that I could continue 
fucking her. 

My eyes turned back to Heather and I could see that she 
was pushing earnestly at her little girl cunt. She had 
a slightly glazed look on her face now. She moved 
forward a pace to get a better view and her shoulder 
bumped the door wide open. 

Melissa moaned loudly again and her body contorted a 
second time. Heather's hand motions continually changed 
as she sought out the best way to play with her cunt. 
At first she merely pressed into herself, but then her 
hand opened and closed as she pawed at her pudendum. 
Finally, she began rubbing up and down with her middle 
and index finger and I saw her eyes flutter and close 
for a moment. She forced her eyes open once again so 
that she could continue to watch our actions.

"Oh, yes!" Melissa muttered and I knew, somehow, that 
she was reveling in our daughter's new found enjoyment.

Heather's actions aroused me as well and I drove even 
harder into my wife's sloppy cunt. We both groaned with 
each stroke. Melissa seemed to vibrate beneath me as 
small orgasmic spasms raked her body. I openly watched 
my daughter and felt my cock swell. I threw my head 
back as I drove one last time into my wife's hot, moist 
cunt and I delivered my seed into her cervix. I could 
feel her spasms grasp at the head of my cock and the 
feeling was amazing. 

I heard a small gasp and turned to find Heather leaning 
back against the door frame as her small body shook. 
Her eyes were clamped shut and her mouth opened and 
closed in wonder. Small moans escaped her lips as she 
continued to press her hand against her little cunt.

Melissa watched her as well and she muttered 
encouragement, but I don't think Heather could hear 
her. The den went suddenly quiet except for our ragged 
breathing and Heather's eyes suddenly sprang open. She 
looked over and saw us both looking at us. She took in 
a sudden breath as her eyes widened and she turned and 
ran from the doorway.

Melissa stood and turned to face me. Her cheeks and 
upper chest were flushed pink; her nipples were 
extended and full; and her usually full lips were 
swollen with lust so that she looked like she was 
pouting. She started to say something and then 
chortled, bringing a hand up to her mouth. 

I said, "What?" Then looked down at myself. I still 
wore my polo shirt and my pants and boxers were pooled 
around my ankles. My pubis was covered with a froth 
that had been churned up by our coupling. 

"Jesus," I whispered. I'd never seen that before.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Melissa whispered with her eyes 
closed and I knew it wasn't an exclamation of joy or 
pleasure. What we had done had just struck her. She 
realized the implications of our actions. 

"I should go talk to her," Melissa said, but it was 
more question than statement.

"You want me to?" I asked her.

Melissa shook her head. 

"I think she may not be able to deal with you right at 
the moment. She's either frightened or really confused. 
I know I would be. I remember the first time I realized 
my parents were making love. Even though I only heard 
them through a closed door it still made me feel so 
weird."

I reached down and pulled up my shorts and pants. Then 
I turned and sat down in the wet chair.

"Jesus!" I said.

"No kidding," Melissa responded. She knew I was 
commenting on our lovemaking.

"We have a lot to talk about as well," she said as she 
gathered up her clothes and walked to the door. 

"But not tonight," she threw at me before disappearing 
down the hallway. 

I sat in my desk chair and mulled over the events of 
this evening. I'd come home with a head full of numbers 
that I'd been crunching all day. I'd been late and the 
girls were already in bed so I'd only been able to 
glance in at them as they lie there. Heather slept on 
her back. Her covers pulled up to her neck. She lie 
still and looked as though the bed had been made around 
her. Kathleen lie on her stomach. Her covers in 
disarray and her pajamas askew. Both of them cute as a 
button.

I'd gone to the kitchen to find a reheated meal of 
meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans, but I'd 
never gotten the chance to enjoy it because I'd barely 
sat down when Melissa asked why I had pictures of young 
children in sexual acts with adults on the computer. 
I'd sat there stunned by her question. My first 
reaction had been wanting to ask why she'd violated my 
privacy, but I realized the issue was bigger than that. 
I'd lain down my fork and fumbled for a reply.

Things had taken a strange twist after that and here I 
sat, with moist pants and underwear in front of the 
selfsame computer. I grasped the mouse and moved it 
slightly to take the computer out of sleep mode. There 
on the screen was a young girl literally sitting on a 
woman's face. The young girl arched her back and had a 
broad smile on her face. I could see part of the 
woman's tongue as it lapped at the girl's cunt. 

In my mind, I replaced the two on the screen with my 
wife and daughter. I felt my cock resurge and reached 
down to push on it. I grunted at the tenderness of it 
and decided that I'd had enough for the evening. I made 
a few motions with the mouse and shut the machine down. 
I got up and turning out the lights, walked down to the 
master bedroom. 

I paused outside of Heather's room and could hear a 
quiet murmuring. There were two voices talking so I 
guessed that Heather wasn't too shocked to be able to 
carry on a conversation. I wanted to go in and listen, 
but I thought better of it and went on to our bedroom. 
I emptied my pockets onto my bureau and then removed my 
shoes and socks. I took off the rest of my clothes and 
threw everything into the hamper. I stretched and 
walked into the master bath. I turned on the shower and 
let the water warm up. 

I turned and looked at myself in the slowly fogging 
mirror. I was forty-two years old. My short cropped, 
thick brown hair was beginning to show traces of gray 
at the temples. My nose had been broken at one time and 
there was a slight jag in it. My eyes were blue-green 
depending on what I was wearing and my eyebrows were 
full. I had a solid chin with a small cleft and my lips 
were full. I had been a high school and college jock 
and still maintained my activity level. I wasn't 
ripped, but I was muscular and well shaped. I got my 
fair amount of womanly attention. 

I turned and got into the shower; letting the water 
cascade over my head and body. I placed my hands on 
either side of the shower head and leaned there letting 
the heat soak into my body. My mind drifted and I 
jumped when a set of arms circled my waist from behind. 
Melissa's body pressed into mine and I felt her lean 
her head between my shoulders. I stood there without 
speaking and just enjoyed the affectionate act.

We stood like that for a couple of minutes and then 
Melissa reached past me and grabbed the body scrubber. 
She soaped it up and then began washing my back. She 
washed every inch of me. She did it slowly. I felt like 
an ancient warrior being cleansed before going into 
battle. There was no sex involved as she washed my cock 
and balls. It was almost ritualistic, like a cleansing 
of sorts. 

I wondered if that was what her subconscious was 
telling her. Was she washing away our sins? She 
finished with my body and then pulled my head down so 
she could shampoo my hair. She scrubbed my scalp 
vigorously and it felt good. She rinsed me off, 
finally, and then stood there awaiting her turn.

I did the same for her. Washing her from head to toe. 
Laving her cunt and closely cropped pubic bush. Washing 
between the cheeks of her ass. I washed her large, firm 
breasts with my hands, not wanting to abuse her with 
the nylon scrunchie. I finally finished by washing her 
thick chestnut hair. She moaned as I massaged her 
scalp. I washed it twice and then poured conditioner on 
it and worked it into her water darkened tresses. 

Her washing me had not been sexual, but washing her had 
aroused me once again. The feeling of her silky smooth 
skin; the weight of her full breasts; the pliancy of 
the globes of her ass; the softness of her labia had 
all served to turn me on. 

She smiled at my turgid member and reached out to 
caress it with her right hand. She looked up at me and 
shook her head slowly in wonder at my arousal. She kept 
on looking into my eyes as she slowly lowered to her 
knees. She never stopped looking at me as she took me 
into her mouth and slowly sucked and rolled her tongue 
around my cock. She sucked and licked me for a long 
time. 

I thought sure she would grow tired or that her jaw 
would tighten and become uncomfortable, but she just 
kept nursing on my cock. It took a while for me to cum 
and it wasn't as powerful as the earlier two times, but 
it had a quality all its own. It felt like the 
culmination of our ritual. 

I rinsed off my cock and then turned off the shower. I 
reached over the top of the glass enclosure and grasped 
one of the oversized bath towels that we used. I rubbed 
Melissa's body until she was dry and then she wrapped 
herself in the towel and left the shower stall. I 
grabbed the other towel and dried myself. Melissa stood 
at her sink and used the hair dryer. 

She made no attempt to style her hair since we were 
only going to bed. She stared into the mirror and I 
could tell she wasn't watching what she was doing. I 
wondered if she was seeing anything at all or if she 
was looking inwards. 

I stood next to her on the bath matt and asked if she 
wanted to talk.

"Uh uhn," she said shaking her head. "Not tonight," she 
continued, "we'll talk tomorrow." 

She turned to look at my face to see if that was okay 
with me and I smiled and bent down to kiss her on the 
nose. I hung my towel over the shower wall and walked 
naked into the bedroom. I stopped suddenly when I saw 
Heather snuggled up in the middle of the bed. 

Even though it had only been a short time ago when I 
had let her see me plunging my swollen cock into her 
mother's cunt. I still felt self conscious at my 
nakedness. I saw her staring at my cock and fought the 
urge to cover myself. She looked up and saw the frown 
on my face. 

"Mom said I could," she half whispered, her eyes 
traveling back down to my cock.

I sat on the edge of the bed and half turned away from 
her. This hid my cock from view and she looked back up 
into my eyes. She chewed her bottom lip wondering how I 
was going to react.

"It's okay, Honey," I told her and reached over to 
tousle her blonde mass of hair. She giggled and smiled 
at me. 

I pulled up the covers on my side of the bed and was 
further surprised to find that my daughter was naked as 
well. I slid into bed and was shocked to find my cock 
was on the rise once again. I knew it was a wasted 
effort on my body's part. I would never be able to do 
it a fourth time. All men pride themselves on their 
stamina - real or imagined - but the reality of it is a 
cruel fact. 

Heather scooted over and snuggled up to me. She had 
always done this whenever she slept in our bed. She 
would turn into me and hug me as she slipped into 
dreamland. Melissa had always found it cute, but now 
there was an underlying quantity involved. I felt her 
naked body push up against me and I could feel the heat 
she generated. 

My cock surged and pushed at the covers. I had an arm 
under her small body and it curled around and my hand 
rested on her hip. Her small head lay on my left 
pectoral and her face pointed down towards my groin. I 
knew she could see the lump in the covers. I wondered 
what she was thinking.

Melissa walked out of the bathroom then and stopped at 
the side of the bed. She saw the lump in the covers and 
a sly smile crossed her lips.

"She asked to sleep with us and I told her it would be 
okay," she informed me.

She walked to her side of the bed and slipped naked 
under the covers as well. She sidled over next to us 
and joined our coupling. All three of us were on one 
side of the bed. I reached up and flicked the switch 
which pitched the room into darkness. 

"Good night," I said and received two replies. 

It was only a moment later when I felt a hand grasp my 
cock. I realized suddenly that it was actually two 
hands. Melissa had taken Heather's hand and led it to 
my swollen member. I groaned involuntarily as I felt 
the small hand touching me. Her touch was light and 
indecisive. She groped me gently; feeling the girth and 
sensing the fleshy softness of it. 

I jerked as she grasped the swollen head. My foreskin 
had retracted and my sensitive glans was exposed to her 
caress. Melissa felt my spasm and whispered to Heather 
to be gentle. I felt Melissa's hand close around 
Heather's and then she showed her how to stroke me up 
and down; rolling the foreskin up over the head and 
then back down. I groaned again and it was in total 
pleasure.

I could feel Heather's hot breath on my chest. She was 
excited as well. Melissa's hand pulled away and Heather 
continued stroking me. I felt her jerk suddenly and 
take in a quick breath. 

I knew that Melissa had done something and could only 
imagine what. Then I knew what, because I felt a hand 
moving between Heather's and my body. My wife was 
stroking my daughter's cunt. Playing with her small 
clit. The thought of that excited me and my cock 
throbbed with excitement. 

Melissa threw off the covers then and exposed our three 
naked bodies. My eyes had adjusted to the dimness and I 
could see all the naked flesh. I watched my daughter's 
hand moving up and down my swollen cock and could see 
the silvery glistening of seminal fluid at the tip of 
the swollen head. 

Heather saw it as well and she let go of my cock to 
reach up and touch a finger to it. She drew her finger 
back and a strand of gooey liquid hung between her 
finger tip and my cock head. I heard Melissa draw in an 
excited breath.

Melissa leaned forward and whispered into Heather's 
ear. I only heard a few words but knew that she was 
telling her what the fluid was. Heather used a finger 
to rub it around the head of my cock. I moaned at the 
feeling of her finger rubbing the flange of my swollen 
head. She lowered her hand and went back to her slow 
masturbation.

Heather had begun to groan and breath loudly through 
her mouth as her mother's ministrations brought her to 
a heightened arousal. At one point, her entire body 
jerked and she dropped her hand from my cock.

She made small 'ooh' sounds with each ragged intake of 
breath. Her body rocked against me driven by Melissa's 
rhythmic plunging of her index finger into her 
daughter's tight cunt. 

Heather had sacrificed her hymen to a gymnastic beam. 
The episode had been traumatic as the little girl had 
found blood in her panties as she undressed after the 
hurtful practice. She thought she had been badly hurt 
and the gym instructor had called and driven Melissa 
into a ticket resulting driving panic. 

A trip to the doctor's had revealed the less than 
cataclysmic cause to the bleeding and all had been 
allowed to breath easy once again. Although, Heather 
had been mystified by the entire incident. Still unsure 
if she understood the purpose of a maidenhead.

The lack of it now allowed my wife to plunge a finger 
deep into Heather's tight little cunt and my daughter 
moaned repeatedly as she enjoyed the thrusting.

My cock was totally forgotten now. I looked at my wife 
who stared at me with a fanatical look in her eyes. I 
reached down and lay my hand on the back of hers and 
felt her rhythm. 

"Move over a little," I whispered and she scooted 
toward her side of the bed. 

I pushed Heather over onto her back and watched my 
wife's finger sliding in and out. I felt an intense 
urge and slid down the bed until my face was even with 
Heather's crotch. Heather rose up onto her elbows and 
watched what was happening to her. Her small chest rose 
and fell like blacksmith's bellows.

I placed my hand on Melissa's and stopped her actions. 
She groaned in frustration, but allowed me to pull her 
probing finger away. She knew what I intended. I rolled 
onto my knees and slowly spread Heather's legs. She 
looked at me with a mixture of excitement and concern. 
I wondered if she thought I was going to plunge my cock 
into her. I bent forward then and pressed my mouth to 
her swollen little labia. She grunted and arched her 
back. 

I extended my tongue and probed her tight little 
opening. I curled my tongue and was able to push it 
inside of her. Heather was continuously vocal as I 
probed and licked her swollen little opening. Her head 
was tossed back now and she rocked slowly back and 
forth. My tongue left the opening and slid the short 
distance to the top of her labia where it encountered 
the rock hard little clit. Heather's breath escaped her 
in a loud hiss and she nearly bucked my face away as 
her body spasmed in pleasure. 

Heather's hands opened and closed and her arms moved 
about in search of something to hold on to. Melissa 
moved in then and I watched as she lowered her mouth to 
give our daughter her first sexual kiss. The loud 
groaning was suddenly cut off and replaced by a muffled 
moan. 

I could not see very well with my face buried in 
Heather's crotch, but I could see the back of Melissa's 
head moving in a slow, tight circle and could imagine 
that her tongue was probing her daughter's mouth. She 
held the embrace for a long time before finally pulling 
away.

"Ohhhh," Heather voiced at the loss of the probing 
tongue.

Melissa looked down at me and then whispered, "let me."

I pulled back and rolled onto my side and my wife slid 
down and replaced my mouth with hers. Heather once 
again groaned loudly and arched her back as a new 
tongue invaded her nether regions. I moved up and 
looked into my daughter's face. Her mouth was open and 
panting and her eyes were clamped tightly shut as she 
concentrated on the feelings in her cunt. 

I leaned down and licked one of the small rose buds on 
her chest. She had begun to develop small fleshy mounds 
on her chest and each was capped with a flat, pink 
aureole. I licked and sucked and probed and smiled when 
I caused her tiny nipple to extend slightly. I attacked 
it with a renewed vigor and Heather placed her hands on 
the back of my head and pressed gently on it. 

I moved to the other small mound of flesh and performed 
the same actions there. Heather was in constant motion 
now. Her body twisted and shook as we subjected her to 
these new found feelings. I relinquished her small 
breast and moved my mouth up to hers. 

I was surprised to find how easily our mouths meshed 
together. I had expected hers to be much smaller than 
mine, but I found it to feel no different than a full 
grown woman's. I extended my tongue and grunted in 
surprise to feel hers pushing back at mine. Our tongues 
danced together for a moment and then suddenly she 
pulled away from me. 

A loud keening wail filled our bedroom as our daughter 
had her first orgasm at the hands, and mouth, of 
another person. Her back arched and her body rocked 
back and forth as the electric ecstasy washed over her. 
Her small arms reached down and clutched at the bed 
sheet which she grasped tightly in her small hands. Her 
muted scream finally ended and she lie there gasping 
for breath and undulating like and epileptic.

She finally let out a long, "unnngh!" and pushed her 
mother's probing tongue away. She crossed one thigh 
over the other and squeezed her legs together tightly. 

I looked at Melissa who had risen to her knees and was 
looking down at her handiwork. Her tongue probed at her 
lips as though she was licking off errant drips of ice 
cream. She had a strange feral look in her eyes and her 
chest expanded with each rasping breath. She looked 
over at me, at my crotch, and eyed my still swollen 
cock. 

Melissa crawled over our semi-comatose daughter and 
pushed me onto my back as she straddled my body and 
impaled herself onto my jutting cock. She had done this 
in one fluid motion. She now jammed herself down onto 
me and ground her groin into mine. She groaned as her 
clit ground into my pubic bone. She then started to 
move up and down on me. 

There was no finesse in her actions. She placed a hand 
on either side of my chest and leaned forward. Her 
lower body moved up and down like a machine. She drove 
her cunt with the single purpose of cumming as quickly 
as she could. I was simply there to provide the cock. 
It took less than a minute for her to cum.

Her orgasm built up vocally as well as physically. A 
louder 'uh' accompanied every stroke until she was 
practically screaming when it hit her. Her body 
flounced about. Her hair fanned in the air as she threw 
her head from side to side. The muscles in her throat 
were pronounced as she arched her neck back. It was an 
amazing display. It was so enthralling that I had no 
thought of my own pleasure. I felt disembodied as 
though I was watching this happen to someone else.

She stopped finally and crumpled onto me like a rag 
doll. Her forward momentum pulled my cock out with a 
plop and I could feel it waving in the air. It felt 
cold as the hot juices coating it encountered the 
cooler air in the bedroom.

"Is mommy okay?" I heard a small voice ask.

"Yes," I replied with a chuckle in my throat, "Mommy, 
is more than okay."

I more felt than heard Melissa chuckling. Her face was 
buried into my neck and her heavy hair covered most of 
my face. I spit out some of the strands that had 
entered my mouth as I spoke and she pushed herself back 
into a sitting position. She straddled me half way up 
my chest and I could see her swollen and glistening 
cunt opened before me. 

I was tempted to pull her up onto my face so that I 
could savor her taste, but she must have read my mind 
and she shook her head and uttered, "uh, uh!"

"Yes, Sweetie," she said to Heather as she turned to 
look at our daughter, who was kneeling at our side. 
"Mommy, is just fine." 

She leaned forward to give our daughter a kiss and 
Heather put her arms around Melissa's neck and drove 
her mouth onto her mother's. It was not the type of 
kiss Melissa had intended and it took her by surprise. 
Her body tightened for a moment before she surrendered 
herself to the forbidden embrace. They finally broke 
apart and I could see Heather grinning with pleasure. 
She was enjoying all of these new discoveries.

"Mommy's okay, Sweetie," my wife repeated, "but I think 
Daddy is going to need some help."

Heather looked past her mother's body and studied my 
cock which jutted out from my crotch. It glistened 
still with my wife's juices. Melissa got off my chest 
and there was a brief tangle of bodies as she and 
Heather tried to maneuver around each other. 

Heather finally put out her hand and grasped my cock 
once again. 

"Ooh!" She exclaimed and made a face. "It's kinda 
sticky, Mom."

"Just a second, Honey," my wife said and ran into the 
bathroom to fetch a wet cloth. 

Melissa came back after a minute and placed a warm, wet 
washcloth around my cock as she wiped away the traces 
of her arousal. She finished an pitched the cloth 
through the bathroom doorway and turned back to the 
task at hand.

"Okay, Sweetie," she said in that sing song voice that 
parent's use when they try to explain something to one 
of their kids. "Mommy's going to teach you how to make 
daddy very happy."


END (part I)


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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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