Tales of the Pandemic 7: The Night-Night Game

- by Alvo Torelli, August, 2020

(Mg, F, inc)

The Night-Night Game

"Mama, when are you coming home?" Liliana whines. Her face fills the screen of Mama’s laptop.

"Baby, I've told you. I can't come home right now," Isabella explains calmly. "I know you don't understand. But Mama is working in the hospital and it's not safe to come home. You and Daddy have to stay in the apartment for the lockdown. It would be too dangerous for you if I came home, so I'm staying in a different apartment with some other nurses."

"But Mama, we're not sick." A single tear rolls down the nine-year-old's high, freckled cheek as she looks into the face that looks so much like hers.

"And we're going to make sure you don't get sick. Daddy too." If only Isabella could reach through the screen and stroke her daughter's pretty black curls, dry her big dark eyes. After weeks of isolation, she longs for her family. She pauses, steeling herself to go through with the decision she's already made.

"Princess?" Isabella began.

"What, Mama?"

"I need you to do something, baby, something very serious. I can't be the mama right now. So I need you to be the mama. I need you to take care of your daddy, just like I would. Can you do that, Princess?"

The little girl's eyes are so big. "What do I have to do, Mama?"

"There's a game that Mama and Daddy like to play at night when you're asleep. We play it just before we go to bed, or sometimes when we wake up in the morning. It's a special game for mamas and daddies that makes us happy and keeps us in love. But we can't play the game right now." Isabella paused to draw her courage together and get her words just right. "We really miss the game - the night-night game we call it."

Liliana giggles. "That's a funny name for a game."

Isabella giggles too. "I know it is. But, Princess, it's important, too. And, well... Daddy and I tried to play the night-night game over the computer like you and I are talking now. But it's just not the same." Isabella pauses. The gorgeous child's big eyes, her own eyes in a little girl's round, unblemished face, wait.

A spike of jealous anger nearly mars Isabella’s face. Did they think she hadn't noticed how close the little girl and her daddy were getting?

A deep breath helps. It isn't Liliana's fault that she gets to spend all her time alone with Isabella's handsome husband. It's the stupid, fucking pandemic. Still, the flirty little devil didn't have to be so...

With new determination, Isabella continues. "Princess, I want you to help Mama and Daddy play the night-night game."

"Oh! Mama, that sounds like fun! What do I have to do?"

Isabella smiles. "Well, tonight when Daddy puts you to bed, you should pretend to go to sleep right away. Then..."

Liliana's dark eyes get bigger and bigger as she listens to her mama.

"This feels stupid," Alonzo says. "We couldn't make this work before, I don't see why you think it will work now." He adjusts the screen of his laptop to improve his wife's view of himself.

"I have a little surprise for you," Isabella says from the laptop on Alonzo's desk. "Just give it a try, please."

"Fine," Alonzo agrees without enthusiasm. He pulls his tight t-shirt up across his broad, chiseled chest and over his head. On the screen, his pretty young wife wriggles out of her dress to reveal lacy panties and matching black bra over ample round breasts. His interest spikes. "Are those new?"

"Just for you, love. Get those pants off, won't you?"

Alonzo slides his pants off. "Is that my surprise?"

"Oh no, these are just a tease." Isabella runs her fingers over her nipples through the lacy bra and pouts into the screen. "Your surprise is much better." She pops the bra open and lets her large breasts spill out. "Come on now, love, let's see the whole package," she croons

This was where zoom-sex always seemed to go wrong for Alonzo. The second he pulled his briefs down, he would feel far too exposed and vulnerable to remain aroused. There was no pleasure in jacking off in front of his wife - even if she was openly doing everything she could to pleasure herself in front of him. He wanted to touch her, feel her pulse quicken under his fingertips. He wanted warmth and moisture - the smell of her sex, the taste of her skin. But he was willing to try, for his marriage and his beautiful, insatiable Isabella.

The sexy beauty of Alonzo's gorgeous wife, her voluptuous young body, only twenty-five, should be enough. At first, it is. He hardens. She slips her panties off and fingers her wetness. He swells with desire. It's working! But he wants her flesh, not this image of her in a zoom window. Already his surge of lust starts to wane.

To keep himself hard, Alonzo fantasizes she's there with him, kneeling in front of his chair instead of kneeling on her bed. He tries to feel her warm hands around his cock, lavender wafting off her hair, the soft way she purrs from deep between her large breasts. He tries so hard!

He never hears the door open as the little girl creeps into his bedroom.

The little girl pushes open the door. Her long black hair is still damp from washing with Mama's shampoo. Five steps into Daddy's bedroom, she freezes with fear worse than she'd prepared for. The thing in Daddy's fist - it isn't what she'd imagined when Mama told her! Mama said she was a big girl. Mama needed her to help. Mama was counting on her. She moves closer.

Mama is naked too, talking on the little screen. Mama! Why are you touching yourself there? You want Daddy's cock in your...? What's a cock? What's a cunt? Mama, I'm scared.

Closer and closer. Daddy still doesn't hear her. His hand strokes the long, half-limp hose of flesh that juts from a mass of curly black hair. Why is Daddy scowling with frustration? Don't ask questions! Do what Mama said - be her big girl.

Daddy is so handsome, even without any clothes on. Oh! I wish he would look at me like he's staring at Mama now. I like the way Mama is purring. I can do that! Maybe when I...

Alonzo wants this to work. He loses himself in the big dark eyes of his lovely wife and gives the fantasy every detail he can imagine...

The smell of lavender and a familiar soft purring envelope him. It's working. He drinks in Isabella's sexy form, the way she parts her pussy and strokes her lips, the way she pouts. God! She's so good at stroking his cock with her delicate fingers. It's been so long since she touched him! Yes, oh god. It's so...

"Surprise," Isabella coos from the laptop.

Alonzo pulls the dark-haired small beauty in front of him and kisses her warm, tender lips. She trembles, but she doesn't take her small hands away from his raging cock.

"That's it, love. Yes. Kiss her, kiss her harder." Isabella purrs out instructions.

He kisses the child harder. His cock is ready to explode. Her hands are so soft, they caress him so gently. Her fragrance overwhelms him.

"You know what you want, love. Go on. She'll do it." Isabella sultry, low voice cuts through Alonzo. He's never been able to say no to that voice. "Make her do it!"

She's his daughter, but Alonzo doesn't care. He presses her down, to kneel between his knees. His hands guide her head closer. The head of his cock brushes her full lips. He looks over the top of her head to the laptop and blanches.

"Yes, yes." Isabella slides the thick black dildo into her cunt. "Make her suck you, now!"

His hands hold the sides of little Liliana's face, his fingers tangled in her long black curls. He's so hard. He pulls her forward. Her little hands still caress his length, but he's desperate for her warm, wet mouth. Her eyes flare, but he doesn't stop. He forces her lips around the hot bulb of his cock.

"Don't stop stroking, Princess!" Isabella cries out from the screen. "Faster, baby, faster. Yes, that's my big girl! Open wide, baby. Suck daddy's cock. Deeper, Princess! Suck his big cock!"

The thing between daddy's legs is so much bigger and harder and hotter than Liliana had imagined. Especially like this, in her mouth! Mama didn't tell her she'd have to wrap her lips around it, it barely fits! She promised to help Mama with the night-night games. She’s Mama's big girl, even if it's scary.

Daddy holds her head and forces it forward and back so his big thing - his cock - slides across her lips and tongue. Does Daddy know what he's doing? He's so frantic. Mama keeps telling her to suck it, so she does. Her lips are stretched so wide! Mama wants her to stroke Daddy's cock faster, so she does. It's all slippery with her spit. She breathes through her nose and daddy's musky male scent imprints on her young mind. From behind her, Mama sounds so excited. But Liliana is so scared and confused and...

Agghhh! Liliana's mouth fills with warm, thick goo. It's oily and strange. She chokes and splutters and some of it goes up her nose and it stings, and it smells earthy and strong. It coats every part of her mouth and dribbles out over her chin. She has to swallow most of it because daddy is moaning and won't take his cock out of her mouth.

Mama is moaning too. Liliana can't see her.

Daddy's cock quivers again. One last spurt of the hot stuff invades her mouth. She swallows. She sputters. Daddy lifts her into his lap and stands and they fall back on daddy's bed and he holds her tight in his arms. Liliana puts her arms around Daddy's neck and presses her face into the side of his throat and hopes he doesn't see the tears streaming down her cheek to mix with the goo on her chin.

Isabella sees the tears and silently gives in to the thrill they give her. Little slut! Serves you...

But no, look at her. Look at the way she cuddles with him, nuzzling his neck. So sweet. She's purring.

That's my purr you little cunt! You can’t have him!

She calms herself, takes the dildo from her hungry pussy, and switches it off. She's imagining things. Her baby wouldn't try to steal her husband. It's natural for them to cuddle. But the night-night game is more than just a fast stroke and suck, so much more. She waits, knowing the child will fall asleep soon - and she does.

"Alonzo, love," Isabella calls out.

"What have you done to me?" her husband whispers. Their eyes lock and he holds the little girl tighter.

"Only what you wanted, love," Isabella smiles. "But you know we aren't done."

"Oh my god, you can't want this to go on!"

"But I do, love, I do. It wouldn't be right for us to satisfy you like that and not have you reciprocate. You've never done that to me before."

"No!"

"Yes!" Isabella hisses. She leans closer to her screen, filling his view with her pretty, determined features. "Did you know I was recording, love?"

"Oh god! No, you wouldn't." The 'got you' smile on his wife's face sends a shiver through Alonzo. "You did.”.

"Let's see, love," Isabella smirks. "Who would enjoy seeing you force yourself on your pretty little daughter's mouth? Who should I send..."

"No! God, please!"

"That's my big strong lover," Isabella croons. "You know what comes next in the night-night game, love - don't you? I can't wait!"

Liliana holds still, pretending to sleep. She doesn't understand the conversation - except that Mama wants the night-night game to continue. Does she want that, or not? It's so nice holding Daddy, drinking in his daddy scent, his hot breath on her cheek, his hand on her naked little ass. She presses her nose deeper into the cleft of his neck.

She gasps when he moves her. No! She tightens around his neck but he's too strong. Daddy puts his little girl on her back on the bed. She bites her lip when he looks down at her - distraught and excited at the same time. Oh god, daddy? He presses her thin legs open and she throws her small hands over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Daddy slides down her body and his head dips down between her knees and...

Daddy! Liliana's back arches, beyond her control. Her heels dig into the mattress as her pelvis tilts. Her head arches backward and Mama, on the laptop, comes into her view. Mama's upside down, but the excitement in her eyes is mesmerizing. Liliana fixates on those dark eyes, trying not to scream as Daddy's tongue digs deep into her little pussy.

They’re a close, physical family of warm hugs and nighttime kisses, lovely evenings cuddles in Mama or Daddy's lap, being petted and stroked. They like intense, giggling tickle wars that drive a little girl insane. But nothing had prepared Liliana for this: her daddy swirling his strong, clever tongue around her bare little pussy. The child can't control herself. She wants it to stop! But if it stops she'll grab daddy and make him do it again! How can it be so good and so bad at the same time - so much worse than tickling?

Overwhelmed, Liliana doesn't immediately hear Mama's voice. The words break through, even as she writhes and thrusts her little pussy harder against her daddy's face.

"Yes! Love, oh yes! I can feel it. Fuck the little slut with your tongue. Drive her mad! She's almost there. How does she taste? Is she as sweet and wet as her mother? Do her juices fill you with lust? Oh yes, fuck her with that long, hot tongue! She almost there - she's almost..."

Liliana can't bite back the scream that wells up from some kind of explosion in her pussy that races up through her body, fills every corner of her small body with tortuous ecstasy, and bursts out through her throat. Her body shakes. Daddy holds her thin hips tighter. His tongue plunges deep, then scrapes across her clit and circles her lips. It’s maddening! Her fingers twine in his dark hair. She pushes him away and pulls him tighter at the same time.

Upside down on the screen, Mama pants and arches her own back as she plunges the long black dildo in and out of her pussy.

Alonzo's baby girl climaxes on his tongue. So sweet, so wet, so energetic, so wild and innocent and beautiful. He's lost control again. How does Isabella do this to him?

"Fuck her!" his wife commands from the screen. "Fuck her now, while she's cumming. Oh god, Alonzo, love, fuck your little slut baby! Now!

It would be so easy. Just slide up along her smooth little body. Press her legs back with your shoulders. She's so wet and ready.

He can't! He mustn't! But oh god, she's so...

"Fuck her!" Isabella hisses. "Fuck her or I'll send the recording to... to your mother!"

His head snaps up. Past the gorgeous, quivering form of this little girl, the intensity of his wife's desire jumps off the screen. "No! You wouldn't!" he cries out. But in that moment of passion, he knows she would. "Isabella! Please - she's too little. She's too precious. Oh god..."

"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" his wife demands. "She's a nasty, conniving little slut! She wants you to herself! Fuck her. Teach her what it means to have a man. Rape the little bitch or I swear I'll send it!"

It is that easy. He slides up her smooth little body. He presses her legs back with his shoulders. She glistens with wetness - his and hers combined. She bends in half, more flexible than any woman. He presses her deeper into the mattress. His cock has a will of its own and finds the entrance to her precious pussy, nestles into the warm embrace.

"Daddy?!?"

"I love you, Princess." His hips thrust forward. She seems too tight, but her entrance stretches around his girth, swallowing the head of his cock.

"Daddy!?!"

He tilts his head back, hard, so that he can see his wife on the laptop. Triumph and insane lust look back at him. But it's too late for Alonzo.

"Fuck her!"

"DADDY!!!"

He takes his baby's cherry in a terrible, swift thrust.

"DADDY!!!" Liliana screams again. It hurts. But the massive explosion of pleasure is still there, masking much of the pain. She can't see anything but Daddy's chest. His musk fills her nose. His body envelopes and crushes her.

His cock fills her little pussy more than should be possible.

Her daddy fucks her. She knows what the word means now because Mama keeps yelling "Fuck her harder! Faster. Fuck her!" Mama always wanted Daddy to do this to her. Why didn’t she tell her? Oh god, he's so big! She stretches around his big cock and it hurts, but it hurts good. Then it hurts better. And then, oh god, the explosion happens again. She can barely move under the mass of her daddy's body, but it doesn't stop her from trying to tilt her young pelvis and push upwards to meet his pounding thrusts into her little body. Mama keeps yelling in a frantic voice. "Show me, show me, show me!"

Suddenly daddy pulls out of her and lifts away. Why? "No! Daddy! Come back, please!" She screams in fright. He lifts her small body as if she weighed nothing. She’s so empty. In a flash, they're back in the chair. She's facing Mama, straddling daddy's lap. His arm comes around her waist and lifts her and OH GOD OH GOD his cock feels even bigger when he pushes into her from behind.

Liliana is drawn to the image of herself in the smaller window on the computer. She sees how big daddy's cock is, how much it stretches her open, how fast he pounds it up into her spasming pussy, over and over again. She looks past her image to see his expression. Is he happy, angry, desperate - all of them? She can't tell. But the explosion in her pussy is coming again and she can't think, she can only tremble as her back arches and the world swims.

"DADDY!!!"

Isabella is excited, aroused, delirious with new-found lust. The little nine-year-old cowgirl’s eyes roll back in her head as she rides her bucking daddy. Isabella fucks herself with the long black, vibrating dildo, willing her husband to fuck her little daughter with as much energy as she uses to slam the dildo into her cunt. “Yes! Take that you little man-stealing whore! I'll teach you to covet him! He’s mine you slut!”

No! What am I thinking? That's my Princess. Oh god, how can she take that much pounding? She's just a baby! “Stop, Alonzo, stop!”

Fuck that! You saw how she flirted with him, cuddled him. You heard the little slut purring for god's sake. “No! Fuck her harder! Teach her a lesson. Rape her tight cunt!”

God, no! She’s too precious, too fragile. “Stop, stop! She can’t take it.”

But it no longer matters which part of Isabella’s tortured mind screams instructions. Alonzo keeps piercing the little girl’s tiny pussy as she writhes in his lap. She’s pushed him too far to stop.

The final glorious torment comes when Isabella sees Alonzo reach down and finger Liliana’s clitoris – exactly the way she had taught him to finger hers when he fucked her from behind. The child writhes and screams. Climax overwhelms Isabella. She collapses on the bed, a quivering mass of pleasure. She barely has enough sanity left to reach out and turn the laptop so she can witness the final moments of her plan.

Fucking his beautiful little daughter is glorious. It’s as if he’s fucking her mother again the first time, only Liliana is even tighter, smaller – and she’s his, forbidden, innocent. But she cums hard on his raging manhood, shaking like a leaf.

His gorgeous wife is unhinged, but she was always close to madness. Will the little girl be as intense, as mercurial, as unpredictably passionate? Can he handle two of a kind? He doesn’t care.

Right now it doesn’t matter! Right now he has to thrust his cock up into his daughter’s tight cunt as fast and deep as he can. He has to keep her pleasure and her torment going. He has to fill her with his seed. Harder! Faster! Deeper! Now!!

“DADDY!!!”

Her Daddy trembles as he holds deep inside her. He’s leaving more of the strange thick goo up inside her! That’s what this is all about. He makes strange noises and thrusts hard again. It hurts, but the hurt is good, it’s special, it’s only for her. No - it's for Mama, too. Mama wanted this. Why Mama? Why.

“DADDY! PLEASE!”

Please what? Please stop? Please don’t ever stop? Please promise we can play the night-night game again and again and…

Her eyes roll back in her head. She’s only nine. He’s so big, so powerful. It’s too much. But her last thought, before she passes out, is that she wants more.

On Alonzo’s screen, Isabella’s eyes flutter weakly. She’s still watching, still a part of the game. His cock slowly deflates. He pulls the laptop closer, adjusts the screen. He lets her see his cum slowly dribble from the comatose child’s stretched, swollen pussy. Isabella clutches her hands between her legs, shivers, and moans.

Barely conscious, Isabella is content, for the moment. Her savage jealousy is gone, but she knows it will come back to energize her madness. Her baby looks so sweet in her daddy’s arms, dripping his seed onto his legs. The night-night game will be so much better now. And when this is all over, when she can come home to them…. Isabella slides into pleasant dreams of flesh and warmth and pain.

Soon, Alonzo moves the laptop to the bed so he can watch Isabella sleep, to be that much closer to her. He holds the slumbering little girl against his chest, his mind flooded with confused thoughts. He loves them both so much. But… Is he angry with Isabella for manipulating him? How can he be angry when he went along with it so easily, when it was so good? He never could resist her anyway. How can he be angry when the beautiful child seemed to like it so much? So like her mother.

Like Isabella, Alonzo can’t help ponder what the night-night game has become. Is he strong enough to keep it from spiraling out of control? He never has been. He thinks about the drawer full of Isabella’s toys, the ropes, the gags, the many devices – large and small. He thinks about the things she likes to do, the things she wants him to do to her. He shudders and holds Liliana tighter. He doesn’t think sleep will come, but it does.

“Alonzo!” Isabella whispers from the screen. “Alonzo!”

“What?” He's groggy until a flood of memories brings him awake. He’s still holding his naked daughter.

“I have to go on shift soon,” Isabella whispers. “But there’s time.”

“Time?” Something like panic grabs his chest. Isabella’s smile doesn’t help. But he realizes he’s already hard.

“Time, love. I want to see it in the little slut’s ass!”

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