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Even In The Best Families Part V: Sweeter Than Sugar
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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Whilst fourteen-year old Shelley was brought up to be
ultimately polite to visitors - this is ridiculous!
(MFf, ped, inc, nc, rp)
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Check out Directory 39 for the rest of the story.
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When Shelley sauntered back to her parents' bedroom,
Tracey was still fixing some coffees to go downstairs,
not that Ian's mind was dwelling specifically on the
benefits of caffeine, as he observed the sexy little
teen's return to the family den of iniquity.
"Whoa, now that's what I'm talking about," whistled
Greg, staring at his daughter's newly attired make-
over. She really had gone in for the kill. Standing
there in the doorway, resplendent in that hot little
chequered skirt some three sizes too small to judge by
the hemline, plain white blouse and tie with her pretty
little cross-over school shoes – the ultimate male
fantasy. Johnny Tillotson so had it right in 1961 when
he sang his way to the top of the charts with "Poetry
In Motion"
As if this wasn't enough to bring on an early release,
Shelley had gone the full pigtail route as well as
adding the lightest application of both mascara and
lip-gloss. Billy Graham himself, would have been
praying for salvation, in the face of such aggregated
temptation.
"You like daddy?' she giggled, giving Ian a cheesy
smile concurrently. Both men felt their nether regions
gearing-up for rather more than a game of Twister.
Right then, Tracey returned and seeing her child's
Lolitaesque pose in the doorway, smiled at her,
"Doesn't look like your daughter is planning on an
early night Greg," she muttered, looking across at her
husband.
Whilst the adults perched on the edge of the bed
sipping their coffee, Shelley sat in the chair opposite
with her soft-drink, fully aware that the men could see
up to her hot little panties, a hemline that short
being completely out of its league so far as the
modesty stakes are concerned. A couple of times she
tried tugging the skirt down subconsciously but this
merely induced her father to comment. "Don't mind us
sweetheart, view's perfect as it is!"
Tracey herself was something more than 'appealing' too,
sitting there between the men and with her full breasts
patently obvious beneath that low cut dress. Whilst out
of the room, she also had taken the opportunity to
brush her hair, dab on some perfume and slip into some
clean, sexy little red undies. John C Holmes never had
it so good!
"Come on Shell," spread those legs a bit for us," Her
father grinned, "Stop teasing Ian and let him see your
knickers properly!"
Maintaining eye contact with both of them, the young
girl parted her legs slowly and to Ian's ever-
increasing pleasure, drew both hands up along the
inside of her thighs, smiling lasciviously as she did
so, continuing across the front of her panties and
upwards until her palms caressed the apex of her small
breasts momentarily.
It was the hottest come-on Ian had yet witnessed, even
though his thoughts were irrevocably focused now on his
own little girl and how hot she would look enacting a
similar performance. A flush of white-hot desire
curdled his thought-processes for an instant.
Watching his daughter's seductive little turn, Greg's
own body thermostat went into melt-down and almost as
if seeking tactile support, his right hand began
inching it's way up beneath his wife's dress, the
combination of smooth, hot skin and indecent sexual
groping – clearly visible to both his young daughter
and a virtual stranger, simply added fuel to the
furnace. "Feel free to join-in Ian?" he whispered,
seeing the other man looking on wistfully, the far side
of his wife.
Tracey just sat and gasped as two hands now worked
their way up her inner thighs. As the dress' hemline
was pushed northwards, the first tiny ribbon of red
cotton was exposed and she could but stare between her
legs as the men pursued their digital journey. On
reaching the front of her panties, two sets of fingers
began to caress Tracey's pussy through the skimpy
material.
Already she was finding breathing an erratic
proposition. Sighs and gasps turned to soft moans
however as both men slipped their fingers beneath the
leg of her panties and journeyed that last few inches
to her vaginal lips, trembling with anticipation as
they were.
"Oooh," she let out as Ian's finger slipped deeply
inside her. She had less than no control now and at the
point her husband slipped his forefinger into the same
hot orifice, her hips were already answering the call
of nature. The scene from Shelley's viewpoint was one
of dire sexual arousal and despite the men's on-going
glances up her skirt, she had no compunction but to
slip a finger inside her own panties and begin rubbing
herself to the Promised Land, legs still indecently
wide.
"That's it sweetheart," encouraged her father,
"Masturbate for us Shell - frig your sexy little pussy,
while we get your mom off. Matter-of-fact. Let's see
which of you two girls can get over the line first."
Poor old Ian didn't know where to look – at his hand up
this sexy woman's dress or at the young girl teasing
his sanity with her hand inside her school panties
masturbating herself to nirvana. Not every day one can
get to see a hot little teenie sitting there with her
legs spread, fingering her pussy to the edge of
physical release.
Tracey not surprisingly was losing it too. To have two
men fingering her wet slit like crazy was sensory
overload – least it was at the moment both began
cupping and fondling her breasts concurrently. She let
the waves of pleasure wash over her, caring but little
as they pushed her back on to the covers now tugging
her dress right up to her hips while roughly pulling
both breasts free of her top. "Pull her panties down
Ian," Greg instructed. He didn't need to repeat himself
let's say.
Watching the quilt-top activities simply led Shelley
into fields of fire and consistent with the build-up
taking place between her own legs she let go with moans
and cries of extreme pleasure. From the men's viewpoint
– watching the girl in the throes of self-induced
passion and with the now fully unhinged need of the
wriggling and moaning female between them on the bed,
their own erections were seething, yet captive rods,
needing to be unzippered and quickly!
In the upshot, it would be hard to say who took line
honors! Tracey was sent over the edge by the mounting
pleasures being afforded both her clitoral area and her
nipples. Squirming uncontrollably she just raised her
arms over her head and let the two men grope her to the
finish line. Pretty much at the exact moment that her
mom's orgasm began radiating outwards in concentric
circles, Shelley was unable to stifle her own cries of
pleasure as her finality was reached. So intense was
the schoolgirl's release, she actually squirted a
quantity of hot cum, several inches above her panties
and that glistening young slit.
"Jesus – did you see that?" Ian asked of no-one in
particular, his hand press-ganged into a more personal
servitude currently. Tracey being just too far gone and
too sensitive anyway, to bear touch of any sort for a
while.
"I saw it Ian," Greg replied, idly wanking himself
still, "don't believe it – but I definitely saw it.
Dammit, where's a cam-corder when you need one?"
Ian was past the social nicety stage. "Greg," he
whispered, "That sexy little daughter of yours is
really asking for it... would you mind if I fuck her,
like really fuck her?" Greg looked at him and smiled,
"Whatever you like ol' buddy... just so long as you
return the favor one day." Ian knew exactly what he
meant. They shook hands briefly.
"W-what are you doing?" Shelley asked nervously as Ian
approached her chair somewhat intentfully – his
erection held at the horizontal and at virtually point-
blank alignment with her still exposed vaginal lips. As
a naturally protective reflex, the young girl closed up
her legs.
"I'm going to fuck that hot little pussy of yours six
ways from Sunday sweetheart," he replied, smiling
fitfully, "Got your daddy's permission too," He added
almost triumphantly.
Tracey sat up just in time to see her daughter
unceremoniously dragged out of the chair and shoved on
to the floor. As Ian forced her legs apart, ripping her
panties down at the same time, Shelley began pushing at
him with her arms.
"Noo, let me go," she wailed as he tried pushing her
skirt up further. When that met with unexpected
resistance, he grabbed her breasts and began fondling
them with renewed vigor. Forcing his knee well up
between her knees, Ian was able to spreadeagle her on
the carpet, imposing his will by sheer age to weight
ratio. Still she clawed at him while crying out for
assistance in true maiden-in-distress mode.
"C'mon kiddo," grinned her father, completely turned-on
by the evolving scenario the near side of the room.
"Take your medicine like a good little girl. You can't
go round frigging that hot little pussy of yours in a
guy's face and not expect some sort of retribution."
The fact is, seeing his daughter being restrained and
forcibly taken right in front of him, was the fantasy
to end all fantasies. Tracey too was finding it hard
not to pleasure herself as she watched the erotically
charged scene play out.
Ian was beyond seventh heaven. Imposing himself now on
the vulnerable little teenager, he managed to get his
cock in between those pink vaginal lips as she
struggled there on her back, crying out to her parents,
"He's going to rape me dad!" In the next moment he
thrust up into her with his entire body-weight as his
helpless victim gasped and wriggled to accommodate the
inbound enforcer.
Rubbing her breasts so hard she began wincing, he was
able to sense her struggles lessening, in line with her
legs spreading perceptibly. Watching his daughter's
sexy capitulation was more than he could take and
pulling Tracey closer, he told her to get on top of
him. He had no need to repeat the instruction.
Even as his wife lowered her pulsatingly hot and
submissive little orifice on to his almost eight inches
of needful penile tissue, he could see Shelley's young
hips beginning to thrust upward in unforced pleasure to
accommodate the deepening penetration of his friend's
tenderiser. Any way you cut it – watching an adult
male's cock disappearing inside a fourteen-year old
girl's pussy, let alone it being one that belongs to
your daughter – is inarguably, grounds for a temporary
insanity plea.
Gasping for breath himself, Greg was still able to
vocalise his thoughts lucidly. "That's it Ian – fuck
her little cunt harder, make her scream!" This last
remark it must be said, caused even Tracey to gasp at
its sordid if not carnally reprehensible meaning. It
didn't negate her own lustful appreciation of the
family moment however.
Line-ball as to whether she actually screamed or not,
but at the exact point Ian spurted sufficient cum
inside the now fully submissive teen, to impregnate
half the female population of New Jersey, she was
spewing forth epithets of sexual pleasure with as high
a decibel rating as the human voice can achieve.
Simply lying there, arms and legs akimbo, letting Ian
pump whatever remnants of sticky mischief he had left
up inside her, she was hardly mouthing the word "rape"
any more. Her demeanor was closer to that of a newly
come-by slut who just happens to intrude upon a
rapist's convention in her local church hall.
"That was incredible Shelley," Ian murmured,
withdrawing his limp and spent artifact, kneeling
beside her now. "You are the hottest girl, you really
are!" In truth, he was already visualising his nine
year-old daughter in equally as lewd a pose, and such
expression as she might have following similar
treatment.
More relevant still, the implication of Greg's recent
words "Just so long as you return the favor one day."
Such images would dog him from this point on he knew.
No way he realised, would he be able to wait until she
was fourteen... ten, was bad enough!"
In the intervening moments, Greg had taken Tracey to
heaven and back, both spurred on by the awesome sight
of their daughter's debauched handling but a couple of
metres distant. Something less than noiseless
themselves at the critical moment, their pleasured
overtones had been drowned-out by the consummated and
fully illicit dealings nearby.
"God dad," she managed to whimper, sitting up now and
pulling her skirt down in a mock show of modesty, "I am
soo sore," she giggled, patting herself protectively
between her legs.
"Getting there myself," Tracey smiled at her daughter,
"What say us two girls go freshen up a bit and leave
the men to their own devices for a while?' She tugged
her own dress back down as she spoke, both then
scooping their panties off the floor before
disappearing into the bathroom.
"Don't know about you old man, but I need a rest," said
Ian, dragging himself over to an unoccupied chair.
"What do you feed her? She's an animal."
"You might not believe this," Greg volunteered, "But
less than two months back, Shell had never so much as
even let us see her in her panties and bra after a
shower. She was really shy!"
"Yeah well that is hard to believe Greg," he grinned –
cupping his crotch loosely as he spoke. After a brief
pause he continued,
"Problem is now... I can't even look at young Lucy
without seeing her lying on the bed with her legs
spread and her mom's fingers up her pussy, if not other
things."
"She's what now Ian..ten?' Greg enquired.
"Nah, she's still only nine... doesn't turn ten until
March."
"Bit on the young side," Greg remarked, "She doesn't
even have any tits yet does she?'
"Not really," Ian confessed, "But that's the thing, she
has these sexy little bumps and quite frankly I find
that even hotter. All the time I was er, "with" Shelley
just then (Greg smiled at his friend's diplomacy), I
was thinking about sucking Lucy's nipples while she
sits on her bed in just her panties."
"Gotta admit Ian," he replied, "I've always wondered
what it would be like to strip and fuck a little girl
that age – not that I'm meaning Lucy you understand."
"That's Ok Greg – I don't mind if you are thinking
about her. I may as well admit, I want to see her
getting fucked more than anything. It must be amazing
watching Shelley getting it from another man?'
"Take my word for it Ian," he smirked, "It is!"
They were silent for a moment, then Greg spoke up.
"And where does your wife figure in all this Ian? Does
she have any 'leanings' towards incest you think?"
"God, that's the main stumbling block my friend. Even
if I could interest Lucy in 'playing around' there is
no way Lena would permit it. She is so straight, she
doesn't even like sex scenes in movies."
"Don't be so sure mate," Greg levelled at him, before
continuing.
"There is no way Tracey would have allowed anything
like this to happen (he gestured around the room) a
year or so ago. It was only when I first began to talk
about stuff – half jokingly at that, she gave any
inkling that she had a darker side. I honestly think
most girls, wives etc, harbor thoughts like this at one
time or other, even if they can't admit it to
themselves – let alone a partner."
"Wish that you were right," Ian murmured.
"You know what Ian? I figure the best way to find out
for sure what Lena's really like and/or capable of, is
to invite her (and Lucy) over here with you and let her
see for herself a few naughty gropes and feels –
nothing more than that! Sure, she'll probably say to
you "how disgusting are those two?" on the way home
that night, but she'll think about it my friend, be
assured she will.
"Maybe the next time, we get just a bit naughtier...
have you maybe fondle Shelley's tits quickly in front
of her. If after that she is still willing to come over
here – you've got her, no risk Ian. Besides, what have
you got to lose – except maybe a dinner partner?"
"There is a certain logic in that line of thinking," he
confided to Greg. "Leave it with me, I have to tell
you, it's not a question of there not being any
motivation here."
Both men laughed – just as Tracey and her daughter
returned to the fold looking as though butter wouldn't
melt in their respective mouths – let alone anywhere
else!
Grinning at his friend like the proverbial Cheshire
cat, Greg withdrew from beneath the pillow behind him,
a length of freshly cut rope and some duct-tape...
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
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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
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