We slept. Both of us nodded off on the couch. Me pressed tight against John's side, him on his back but pushed so deeply into the luxurious couch there was little fear of me falling off. Or at least I didn't!

With me it was the number and strength of orgasms I'd enjoyed, combined no doubt with the food, the generous amounts of heady wine, the heat from the fire and the new found sexual security I'd found with him.

For John it was probably all the same topped off with a long day spent taking exercise in the fresh air. It's hardly surprising we nodded off.

I woke first and for a while was content enough just to lie against him, listen to his breathing and enjoy the heat of his body against my own. I was still aroused and knew it would take little to have me simmering away nicely once more. Fact is I would have loved a continuation but at the same time I realised John would probably be physically exhausted and was also aware of what he'd told me the night previously, that at his age and stage in life one orgasm was about all he was capable of. But what an orgasm it had been and I was secretly delighted and proud I had been a major catalyst in providing it.

After a while I slid my upper arm down his body, taking his now limp but wonderfully full and heavy cock in my fingers and fondling it gently, as much for my own interest and pleasure as for his.

His belly was still covered in small globs of semen, the heat from his body keeping it warm where it had pooled, and when my fingers trailed through these I got the idea of doing something I'd quite honestly never done before.

Easing my arm gently from beneath his own I propped myself up an elbow and in the dim light inspected his lower body closely.

His cock lay heavily back against his belly, almost as impressive in repose as it was erect. Beneath his helmet was another pool of semen which must have leaked from him as he became soft. Leaning forwards I lowered my head to this and began to lick and as I did so I found my arousal returning faster than I'd anticipated. It felt a deliciously intimate and very dirty thing to be doing, the kind of thing I'd often imagined doing but had never actually tried. His semen was still warm though not as warm as I imagined it would have been when fresh, but all the same I derived some perverse delight from cleaning up each and every drop I could find and swallowing it down with relish, my nipples becoming erect once more and my lower belly flushing with arousal as I did so.

When finally I got around to the icing on the cake and began sucking his soft helmet with gently moving lips he stirred, opened his eyes and raising his head looked down at what I was doing.

I kept sucking gently, smiling at him with my eyes as I did so.

He smiled back then took my head gently between his hands and eased me back down until I lay against him once more, my head on his chest.

For a while there was silence between us then he asked how long he'd been asleep. I had no idea and as neither of us were wearing a watch it didn't seem to matter. He then apologised and said he didn't think he'd be able to perform again that night and with a sudden rush of guilt and remorse I realised he must have been thinking I had been sucking him with the intention of making him hard once more. Quickly I explained the truth and when convinced he just chuckled and stroked my head in appreciation. He then said he'd be more than happy to provide me with more stimulation if I wanted further orgasms.

In truth I did but at the same time it felt terribly selfish of me and I also didn't want John feeling inadequate in any way, so I declined and said I thought I was done for the night. More than happy with what we'd enjoyed.

Upstairs, once more in his daughters room, we shared a shower, both of us totally naked together for the first time. After he'd dried and slipped into bed I brushed my hair out and applied a little perfume from the cabinet before joining him.

In the darkness we moved into one another's arms and for a while there was a contented silence between us, my brain still working overtime while I believed he was dropping off to sleep once more. But then he spoke, whispering to me gently that his interest was returning -much to his surprise-how was I feeling?

Delighted was the answer and I told him so in words and touch. Before long we were once more kissing and stroking one another, passions rising with every second that passed.

Very soon I was once more thrusting my pubic bone against the muscles of his thigh while stroking his belly and kissing his neck.

I knew he was aroused but at that time didn't know him well enough to judge if he was in fact physically capable of more or if it was just wishful thinking on his part. Even more worrying was the thought that he may be making a real effort purely for me, feeling he was inadequate otherwise. Though there are parts of me that are bad-very bad in fact, and I've been that way for a very long time-I like to think of myself as really quite a nice person. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel pressurised or as though he were letting me down in any way. I also wanted to help him in whatever way I could with his possible arousal.

Kissing him gently I began to whisper, at the same time taking his partially erect cock in my fingers and delicately toying with it as we spoke.

I whispered to him that I didn't expect any amazing performances and the very last thing I wanted was him to feel obliged to perform beyond the call of duty. That I was adult enough to understand, and more importantly the sex we had enjoyed so far had been much more exciting, fulfilling and satisfying than anything else I'd ever experienced.

He let me speak without interruption and when I'd finally run out of words he thanked me, adding that he too had enjoyed our games and words much more than any other sex he'd indulged in during his comparatively long life. I felt flattered, that's for sure. I'd never really considered myself as 'hot' in bed. It was what we shared in the mind that made us special for one another, that and the fact we both enjoyed voicing, giving vent to our most private and obscene thoughts.

"Were you serious about the pornography?" I asked quietly, instantly alert when I felt his cock give that now familiar little twitch in my fingers.

"Very serious Stella. Were you serious about watching it with me, about wanting to see it? Or was that just fantasy and arousal at the time?"

"Not fantasy John, but a lot of arousal. I've heard and read a lot about kiddie porn, always wanted to see some for myself, you know, just to be able to see those things for real, so yes, I do want to see it, and I want to see it with you there with me, for us to look at it together."

His cock stiffened noticeably in my fingers and I knew I was on the right tack once again, and once again I was only telling the truth, this another affirmation of just how similar in thought and desire we were.

"Yes, I'd enjoy that as well Stella, enjoy it very much. Tell me, all the different scenario's I described to you, all the different kinds of child porn available to me ... did the thought of all of it turn you on? Was there nothing too strong or distasteful?"

I paused for a moment, assimilating my thoughts, going over all the things he'd described to me. My answer was simple really, all I had to do was tell the truth again, tell it without inhibition or fear or shame.

"No, nothing was too strong for me, I want to see it all John, all of it. What I would like though is if we start with the very tame stuff and work up to the really nasty stuff. In that way I'll truly enjoy getting the best from it all rather than finding the tame stuff too tame having already seen something filthier. Can you follow that?"

He squeezed me gently, confirming his understanding, his cock jerking gently in my fingers, displaying his arousal from my words, my confession. Pushing me gently over onto my back he moved over me, his hand sliding down over my naked belly. Eagerly I splayed my thighs wide in invitation, welcoming his touch, offering him my naked cunt.

His fingers found my gash, already wet and open and wanting, and as they moved gently up and down its slippery length I found myself moaning with delight into his mouth as we kissed.

My fingers still clutched greedily at his cock which was now all but fully erect, a long and heavy shaft of flesh I pumped gently in the best way I knew how.

His head dipped to my breasts and as his fingers teased my already erect clit so his tongue did the same to my sensitive nipples until I lay beneath him gasping with delight at the sensations he caused to course through my shuddering body. I was on fire again, so strong, so quick, but I wanted it to be good for him as well, I wanted us both to enjoy it all to the full.

His lips moved to my ear so I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, his tongue flicking out to rasp and tickle deliciously over my lobe.

"I'll last for a long time this time Stella, it will take a lot to make me cum. Do you want it hard and fast and nasty? I can do that if you'd like it."

I chuckled wickedly into his neck, fingers stroking the back of it.

"No, I want it slow and long and nasty!" I breathed. "I want it dirty, really dirty!"

His cock grew to full size once more and he emitted a groan of delighted arousal. I knew I had him and that now we could really play. It was my turn to push him onto his back and he went willingly, enjoying giving in to me, until soon he lay flat while I licked his nipples and masturbated him with long slow strokes.

"Tell me," he whispered as I lapped at his hair covered chest, fingers pumping and squeezing that now wonderfully powerful erection, "if you like underage sex, kiddie sex, pedo sex ... what do you feel about incest?"

I instantly knew this was a leading question, the way he'd posed it, the timbre of his voice, and my heart speeded tempo, every nerve alive and tingling with delight. Again all I had to do was be open and honest with him, just tell him the truth. I moved my face to his cheek so it felt more intimate, more secretive, just nice and wicked and dirty as I whispered my reply.

"I love incest!" I breathed. "Incest just makes it all the dirtier, all the nastier, all the more taboo, all the filthier ... and I love it filthy and nasty ..."

His cock twitched and I kissed his lips briefly, knowing we were both smiling in the darkness.

"Which kind do you like best?" he breathed into my mouth, noses touching tip to tip.

"Tell me the different kinds!" I teased, my excitement rising with every passing moment, thrilling to ever word we exchanged. I felt him smile once more beneath me, his cock now thrusting up to meet my downward strokes.

"Well, there's sibling sex-filthy little brothers and sisters enjoying each other's naked bodies-and there's parent and child sex-filthy mothers with their young sons or daughters, or wicked Daddies with their little girls or even boys-and there's Grandfathers with granddaughters, Uncles and nieces, Aunts and nephews ... any combination you like Stella, anything at all!"

"I like it all!" I whispered with undisguised glee, "the nastier, filthier, more extreme and taboo the better!"

Again we kissed with an almost wicked delight, his hand coming up to stroke my back as I hunched over him, my hand still working gently on his now rigid erection, delighting in the feel of it, the heat and strength of it in my fingers. He pressed his lips to my ear once more and I strained to catch his every word, brain alight and eager.

"You're wearing my daughters perfume again, aren't you. You wore it last night as well" he whispered.

For one tiny second I froze, mind agog with my own crass stupidity, my thoughtlessness. How could I have been such a moron?

And then it dawned on me, the truth hitting me like a blow between my shoulder blades. Sparks erupted in my brain when I realised just what he was getting at, where he was trying to take us. My heart hammered in my breast and my breathing caught with delicious delight. Smiling to myself with wicked glee in the darkness I trailed the tip of my tongue to his ear, blew gently into it ...

"Does that make Daddy's cock hard?" I breathed, "really big and hard?"

His body froze momentarily, then he clutched me to him tightly, our mouths meshing in delight. I slithered down in his arms until once more my cunt was jammed hard against his thighs, hips moving as I humped myself against him.

This was going to be good, really good! I knew that for sure.