Sam
and Arthur liked their visiting cousin Jake. Being roughly the same
age, Jake and Sam did some things together but the boy/girl difference
limited their closeness. There were a few squabbles among them, of
course.
Sam and Arthur were wary of the sullen Nancy, who pretty much stuck to
herself.
I
was friendly to Nancy, maybe even a bit more friendly than the average
proper uncle. But she was as wary around me as with our kids. I hugged
her sometimes, rough-housed and tickled her when the opportunity
presented itself -- which was very rare given her usual mood -- and
told her from time to time how lovely she was, shading that comment
with just a hint of sexual innuendo.
She managed a smile now and
then, but was mostly withdrawn and depressed. There was no indication
that she would accept me in her daddy slot. A bit amusing, as I thought
about the other meaning. Nancy had a daddy slot that needed filling.
"Sit down, Nancy, I have something important to talk to you about."
Holly addressed her daughter. "You know how we've been away for a month
now."
"Yeah."
"I just got a letter from Daddy."
"Is he OK?"
"Oh, yes, he's fine -- I think. But ..." She took a deep breath. "He
says he's met another woman."
"Oh," Nancy said, quietly.
"I'm afraid that for now it's just the three of us."
Nancy sat a while, taking in the news.
"Well, I'll miss him in some ways, but in some ways not."
"I'm sure you'll still see him sometimes."
Bill
really had written a letter mentioning another woman, but Holly had
spun it as more of a definite break-up than his letter indicated. One
way of getting me to fill Nancy's daddy slot was to get her daddy out
of that slot.
To help push myself into it, I moved towards
Holly. With Candy's permission, I was to be seen sitting on the sofa
with my arm around Holly, and I gave her a kiss now and then.
Quite
soon Nancy started acting awkward around me. Candy, Holly and I held
our breaths. Two days later I made my first move not long before
bedtime.
"Nancy, do you want me to read you that new book?" She could read, but
didn't like to.
She smiled awkwardly.
"What about your room?"
She nodded.
We
sat side by side on the bed, and I opened the book. She sat close and
leaned against me. I put my arm around her, and she stiffened briefly.
Then as she leaned over to see the book better, she rested her hand
between my legs, right against my crotch.
She wasn't wasting any time testing me! At that point her daddy would
have insisted she remove her hand.
I paused only a second before slowly thrusting almost imperceptibly
towards her hand.
She
turned to look at me with wide eyes, then reached her face up to kiss
me. I gladly leaned over and our lips met briefly. That was the time
for an uncle and niece to draw back and feel a bit embarrassed. But I
didn't draw back, and neither did she. We kissed for a minute. Her book
dropped on the floor, but neither of us made any move to pick it up.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with wonder, breathing quickly.
I smiled and said, "You are a very sexy young lady, Nancy."
She
started lifting her shirt to take it off, and seeing me smile instead
of object, she stripped out of her clothing about as fast as a girl
could strip, and I stripped too, though I left my briefs on. Then she
lay back on the bed, legs spread moderately, and held out her arms to
me.
I lay beside her and leaned over and we shared an
enthusiastic kiss. I ran my hands all up and down her body, pausing at
her flat nipples, which made her breath quicken. When I got between her
legs and started rubbing, she broke the kiss and broke into a huge
smile and a "Mmmmm."
I was very hot for this young nymph and moved my hands all over her,
missing no erogenous zone.
Soon
my fingers homed in on her prominent clit, and as she ground her hips
and moaned she let out a big, "Ohhhh!" that clearly marked a climax. I
held the panting child against me, delighted to have brought her to
pleasure so easily. Maybe that would fill her daddy need.
However,
she was soon up and insisted I remove my briefs. When she saw my erect
member, she took an extra breath, her eyes riveted to it as if she had
spotted a pot of gold. She ran her hands all over it and asked if she
could lick it. I readily agreed. Watching her shoulder-length hair
swishing all around my pelvis was very erotic as her warm and mobile
mouth gave me erotic pleasure.
Suddenly she sat up. She spread her legs and her lips to show her
little vaginal opening.
"It goes in here, right?"
"When you're older, but you're too small now."
She shook her head. She nudged me to the side and lay down again on her
back, legs spread wide.
"Put it in me?"
"No, I can't."
"Please?"
"It won't fit! You'd get hurt!"
She started crying a little, "You're just like my daddy."
I
could have argued that we had actually done quite a lot of sexy things
already, but I sensed her need was profound in a way I didn't
understand. I'd let her discover how it wasn't going to fit instead of
being the bad guy.
"OK, look, I'll lie on my back, and you can get on top of me. Push down
but stop if it hurts."
She
saw how that was going to work and was soon hovering above me, lifting
herself up awkwardly on her hands to get high enough to nuzzle my cock
against her opening. I reached to her wet pussy area to lube up my tip
as best I could. She pressed down, winced and gave an, "Ow!"
"See, it hurts, and you haven't even gotten started. Just wait and you
can do that part when you're older."
But
she shook her head and pressed again. I had never felt such pressure on
my cock before, but it didn't hurt me. She scrunched her face in pain
but kept pushing. My cock tip nudged inside her. Now she was crying
freely and wincing, and I saw a little trickle of blood seeping out
from inside her.
"Nancy, please, honey!"
"Shut up!" she whispered between sobs.
This
was no time to worry about a little rudeness. Relentlessly she pushed
downward, crying and wincing, and within a minute I felt her pussy lips
grind against my pubic bone. She was in to the hilt.
She looked at me then, smiling and sobbing at the same time, then
lowered herself down and lay on my chest.
"Oh, thank you, daddy!" she whispered. "I mean, Uncle Dave."
After a moment she said softly, "Did you give me the sperm? That's what
finishes it, right?"
Maybe
I should have lied. What she requested was going to cause her more
pain. But lying doesn't pay in the long run. "No, not yet."
"Then do it! Please?"
"OK,"
I said. Staying on my back with her above me, I pulled my cock out a
little and pushed back in. She winced again. But by then I knew that
quite a bit of pain was no obstacle to what she wanted, and I trusted
she would stop me if it crossed some line. I didn't want to prolong her
agony, and despite all her pain I was very excited, so I slid back and
forth with very small, quick strokes. Her inner pussy rubbed against my
tip with plenty of friction. After a minute I tensed and then spurted
several times, then relaxed. It wasn't a super orgasm by any means, but
I had given her what she wanted.
She looked up at me through her tears and asked, "Was that it? Did you
give me the sperm?"
I nodded.
She
gave me a big hug and then pulled off my cock, wincing once more. Then
she started laughing quietly and cuddling against me. She certainly did
act like that was what she had desperately needed.
She followed
me into the bathroom where we both bathed and used the toilet, then
settled down to sleep together. Candy brought us "room service"
breakfast and lunch. Nancy didn't want to let me out of her sight. She
didn't even want us to put any clothes on.
I put her off of true
intercourse for a day by showing her oral sex in both directions. She
was delighted with the pleasure my tongue could give her. She was the
one who insisted that I come in her mouth.
The first time I slid
into her after she had mostly healed, I thought she would burst with
excitement and pleasure. I could think of myself a little more, and I
was ecstatic. I was fucking a horny and hot little girl who was
ecstatic for my attentions. I was filling her daddy slot! Over and over
into the hairless twat of her small body I pressed, lunged, and rammed,
and the more lusty I felt the more she liked it. She looked very
suspicious when I told her that I couldn't get a hard-on after coming
and needed some rest time. But her hot young body, her passion, and her
raw hunger got me up more quickly than usual.
After a day and a
half she was willing to be apart for short stretches, and within two
weeks it got to the point where if we slept together and had sex once
at night and once in the morning, she was content.
She was like a child transformed, suddenly attentive, cooperative and
energetic. I had filled her daddy slot, and she was happy.
I
relayed my initial experience with Nancy to Holly and Candy, including
her fixation on getting me into her despite the pain. We filed away for
future reference the fact that it was really not a good idea to
frustrate a girl who had the family syndrome. Holly lamented how her
daughter's misery of the past few years could have been avoided. We
comforted her, noting that elbowing her daddy out of the picture,
moving halfway around the world and substituting a married uncle to
molest her thoroughly was not exactly a therapy to be tried lightly.
Candy
considered her own past and couldn't decide whether she would have been
as ferocious with her father if he had ever given her a chance. She had
felt very angry at him during her childhood but it hadn't cast a dark
shadow over the rest of her life. She had done OK in school and enjoyed
other friendships and activities.
Jake took the news of his
father's departure far harder than Nancy. He had no sign of the
family's sexual hunger syndrome, so he went back and forth between
Thailand and the US, spending roughly six months a year with each
parent. Holly felt badly that his life had been disrupted to repair
Nancy's, but Jake seemed to adjust pretty well to the arrangement.
Nancy
wouldn't consider going to see her father, because at some level he
wasn't her father any more. At whatever level ruled her sexual
energies, I was now her father. Holly stayed in Thailand with us.
It was two weeks after our first sex that I brought up a delicate
subject.
"Nancy, my dear."
"Yes, Uncle?"
"You do know that I am married to Aunt Candy, right?"
"Oh, yeah, sure. But I thought I saw you with mom too."
"Yeah, your mom too," I added hastily. "But you know what men and women
who are married do, right?"
She rolled her eyes at me.
"Since
I've been having so much fun with you, I haven't had any time to do
things with them." I held my breath. We didn't know how possessive she
might be.
"Oh, sure, yeah, go ahead!"
And with that I had permission to go back to my very horny wife and let
her fuck my brains out for a few days.
"So, do you regret having suggested I get all lovey with Nancy?"
"I was getting there!" she said with indignation, mostly but not
entirely in jest.
"What about Sam? You still got to be with Sam, right?"
She
sighed. "I love Sam dearly, and I love it when she comes and when I can
make her happy, but I'm just not a lesbian myself. She's very sweet
when she licks me, and I do come, a little, but it's not the same. I'm
a hetero woman, through and through, and you're my one and only man,
and I need your cock up my cunt deep, banging and spurting hard."
That was enough to get my cock hard once more, and I proceeded to give
her just what she needed.
"There is another problem, though," I said, when we had finished
luxuriating after that bout of sex.
"I was going to say the same thing to you. But you tell me yours first."
"When
I was trying to convince Nancy to share me, I mentioned that you and I
are married. She asked if I wasn't with her mom, too. I quick said I
was, because I was afraid that if I said I wasn't then I might not fit
her daddy slot any more."
"Well, that's very convenient," Candy
said. "Because I wondered if you might consider getting it on with
Holly. I don't think I've told you her full story. Holly was normal in
not having terrific sexual longings for daddy when she was four years
old, but she had a very strong libido once she hit puberty -- she was
quite the junior high slut. Now it's been so long since she's been near
Bill..."
"And I suppose none of the other men around here interest her."
"They're all a bit creepy, frankly."
"Yeah,
I've had that feeling too. So anyway, are you saying that if I put some
moves on your little sister, you don't think she'd slap me?"
"Um, no."
"And if you found out that our passion ran away with us, you wouldn't
slap me either?"
Candy started tickling me and I had to slide off the bed to get out of
her grasp.
I came up behind Holly out in the garden and wrapped my arms around her
front.
Despite
Candy's encouragement, I moved slowly. Just because you're horny
doesn't mean you're horny at any particular moment. So I gradually let
my left hand rise to her left breast and creep up towards the nipple,
outside her dress and bra. Holly's breath caught, and she leaned her
head back and up to sniff my shoulder. As I pinched the nipple she
moaned and sighed, "Oh, Dave!" and then went limp against me.
"Holly, did you just, um ..."
"Yeah,
I just came. I haven't had it in months. Can we go to my room, Dave?"
she asked urgently. As we started walking, she continued, "Candy told
me you might be getting fresh with me," she said. "That was a day and a
half ago, and I've been nearly creaming my panties ever since."
"Candy does have rights, and your daughter needed some good sound
fucking as well."
"Yeah, of course," she said. "But now..."
Holly
is a little more rounded out than Candy, with bigger breasts and bigger
hips. I'm tempted to say she had a bigger cunt, too, but that isn't
just what I mean. Inside, her pussy was just as tight and inviting as
Candy's, but she squeezed harder than Candy did, and her lining was
even hotter and richer, somehow.
She put a towel down beneath
herself as she spread her legs wide on the bed, and I wondered why. I
stopped wondering when I first slid my cock into her. She came the
instant my pubic bone hit hers, and I felt a gush of liquid squirt out
around my dick.
She relaxed for a while, and I just plunged into
her in a constant, satisfying rhythm. But soon she was panting again,
and this time her pleasure built more slowly. With her encouragement I
picked up the tempo gradually. Finally she seized up, squeezing my cock
very tightly. More cream came gushing out of her, and her eyes rolled
back in her head. The tight squeeze started my climax. My strong spurts
felt just right, dimly reaching my awareness through a fog of pure
pleasure.
It was special. Among other things, sex with a new woman is a special
treat.
Sam was our wonderful, mother-fixated little sex fiend. Arthur was an
ordinary little boy. But Candy and I didn't stop at two.
Grace was just one year younger than Arthur. She was a splendid
addition to our happy, energetic brood.
While Sam had started coming on to her mother around age three, Grace
didn't wait that long -- and she started on me.
"Well, Candy, I think little Grace may have your special accelerated
libido, too."
This offhand remark grabbed Candy's interest completely. "Tell me! Tell
me! What did she do?"
"Rubbed herself in the bath for a long time, looking at me."
"Yeah."
"Stuck her labia in my face as I sat on the floor. When I gently
stroked them, she nearly purred."
"You didn't frown at her or anything, I hope?"
"What do you think?"
Candy smiled. "Can you get in the bath with her next time?"
"I assume you mean naked?"
"Of course."
"And you won't mind if I get a hard-on?"
"Not
at all!" she beamed. "So this is still exciting for you? Not just a
duty? You're banging two very horny grown women and an insatiable
ten-year-old, and you want more?"
I
sat with my back to the faucets, and Grace sat at the other end facing
me. Her eyes were locked on my cock. She had seen it before, but we
hadn't shared a bath since she was much younger.
"Can I touch?" she asked.
"OK," I said.
Reinforced
by the sight of my daughter's curious small hands, her mop of lovely
golden hair, and her body trailing away behind, her gentle touches had
me hard in no time.
"Wow!" she said, then looked at her own very different private parts.
"You wanna touch me?" she asked with a naughty smile.
"Do you really want me to?"
She nodded.
So as she sat back in the tub with knees spread I slid my hands inside
each thigh and came to rest on her little girl pussy.
There came a knock on the door.
"Yes?" I asked.
"It's Candy, can I come in?"
I looked at Grace, and she said, "Sure, mom! Daddy's got a big thing
just sticking up!"
"OK," I said.
Candy
let herself in and turned, and I almost heard her breath catch. This
was the moment she had envisioned when we had first gotten serious, so
many years earlier.
"Would you like to sit on daddy's lap?" Candy asked.
Grace gave a big smile and nodded at me, and I nodded back.
She
scrambled into my lap facing me and settled with her little girl parts
nestled against the bulge of the base of my cock as it stood straight
up. The sensations captivated her and she started rocking her hips,
rubbing herself against me. She got a sort of intense expression, the
kind people get when their sexual pleasure is demanding more attention.
"Love her," Candy whispered.
I
was about to go into action anyway, but I thought I would heed Candy's
directions as much as possible. This might be a very profound moment
for her, as she watched her daughter get what she herself had so
desperately wanted. So I ran my hands all over our
two-and-a-half-year-old's shoulders and the back of her head. I leaned
in to kiss her forehead and her ears. She was too intent on what she
was doing to offer me her lips.
I encouraged her. "That's great, Gracie, I love that. Keep going if it
feels good!"
I was aware of Candy watching us intently.
So Grace went on and on, wriggling herself up and down. The minutes
rolled by, and after a while she seemed a little frustrated.
"Reach in with your fingers," Candy whispered to me.
I insinuated my fingers down between us, pushing her away from me just
a little, and then I started a rapid pulsing motion.
My
Gracie looked up at me with wonder in her eyes and within a few seconds
whimpered, "Oh, daddy! Oh! Oh oh oh!" and then relaxed from her first
orgasm, slumping back in the tub.
My cock was hard and eager for attention, but this wasn't the time
unless she took the initiative.
I
took her in my arms and hugged her for a little. But the bathwater was
getting cold. I saw tears in Candy's eyes as she excused herself, and I
helped Grace get dry and into her nightclothes.
"What was that, daddy? That was good good good!"
"Wonderful! It's a new way to have fun."
Grace wanted to hug me for a long time when I put her to bed, and she
squeezed tight.
"Dave!"
Candy whispered just as soon as I'd shut the door to Grace's room. She
was beckoning to me, and I followed her into the bedroom. She lay back
on the bed and spread her legs and beckoned me to her. I was already
pretty hard from the long, warm hug of my sexy daughter, on top of the
extremely erotic session in the bath. Candy's invitation finished the
job in no time.
"Come, Dave, come quick!" she said.
I
pressed into her hot cunt, always something I was delighted to do. In
this case I wanted release from the excitement I had experienced while
watching my daughter rub and come. I pressed perhaps ten times and
moaned as I sprayed Candy's pussy with sperm, images of Grace's small
sexually urgent body dancing before my eyes.
Candy squeezed me
to her and started sobbing gently as my cock stayed hard inside her.
After many minutes she let me go and I flopped to the side.
"Thank you, Dave! If only my daddy had done that, even once!"
"Can you help me with my bath, daddy?" Grace asked the next night.
"Please?"
"Sorry, Grace, it's mom's turn."
"No!" she said, a tantrum brewing.
I knelt beside her at the bathroom door.
"Do you want to do that bouncing, fun stuff again?"
Grace nodded.
"OK!
But we don't need to do it in the bath. When you're all ready for bed,
teeth and jammies and everything, I'll come in to give you an extra
special goodnight, OK?"
With that promise, Grace was the very
model of cooperation, and ten minutes before her scheduled bed time I
joined her in her room.
"Can I take my jammies off?" she whispered.
"Sure, Grace, then I can see all of you."
"You get naked too?"
We lay on the bed naked with only the nightlight on.
I
started kissing her and she eagerly returned the kisses. I used my
hands to caress every part of her little body. She wriggled and smiled
and groaned, conveying sheer delight. She pushed me onto my back and
mounted me, her little pussy rubbing up against the base of my cock as
in the bath.
After a few minutes of that, I realized that while
it was terribly exciting, I wasn't getting any direct pleasure myself.
I hoped she would give me a turn later, and I had an idea for how to
make later come sooner. I flipped her over so she was lying on top of
me face up with legs spread wide, then I set to work with my fingers,
and was able to stimulate her clit at a better angle.
Within a
minute she squeaked, "Oh!" and shivered briefly. When she relaxed, I
turned us both onto our sides so she was spooned back against me, but
she instantly turned to face me, smiling.
I was happy for her, and I was also very horny myself.
"Would you like to let me feel good like you just did?" I asked.
She nodded eagerly.
"My
big thing is called a penis and that's what I use to get happy. You'll
know when I'm really happy because some stuff shoots out the end. Not
pee. But don't be worried, OK?"
I then pushed the dear thing
onto her back, leaned over her and pressed my penis lightly against her
labia, the underside of my tip brushing lightly against her clit.
"Does that feel OK?" I panted.
"Yes yes yes!" she answered.
I
was so thrilled to be able to touch genitals with Grace that I knew I'd
come quickly. After half a minute of the tiniest, gentlest strokes of
tip against clit I moaned and seized up and spurted.
The first
gob of cum got away and splatted up on her chest. The other gobs surged
right onto her clit and got squished all around in her pussy area. She
laughed as I panted and moaned, finally letting myself down beside her
after I had given her all of my seed.
She patted and played with the cum. "It's sticky!" she said.
"Yeah, it's funny stuff." I reached for the tissue box and started
cleaning us up.
"Did you feel happy, daddy? Like you said?"
"Oh, Grace, I felt very, very happy!"
"I'm
so glad!" she said, giving me an extra squeeze. It was hard to tell for
sure, but it looked like her attraction to me included giving me
pleasure, not just receiving it.
I got her dressed in her jammies again and gave her a long goodnight
hug.
"Gracie, you have to stay in bed! I've already given you happy happy
with my tongue in your peepee twice now."
"But daddy, just once more! Please?"
"Oh, go ahead," urged Candy.
I
gave my wife a look and sighed, then followed Grace back to her room
and once more she pulled down her jammies and her panties. I licked her
to a moaning orgasm in under a minute.
I had come during the
first of our encounters that evening, squirting my cum juice all over
her little pussy, and once was enough for me for the evening.
"It's way too early to be up!" I said, seeing from the clock that it
was 5:30.
"Please? Just to snuggle?"
"Oh,
OK," I said, and lifted the covers for her. I lay on my side and she
spooned back against me. I was hoping to go back to sleep, but was soon
aware of rhythmic rustling and a very slight jiggling of the bed. Our
Gracie was trying to be quiet as she masturbated, but she didn't know
what would keep a grown-up awake.
Candy stirred and said, "OK, Gracie, back to bed."
"No!"
"Yes, come on."
"Do I have to go, daddy?"
"Yes, sweetie, go with your mother."
After
Candy got back, she said, "I think we need some limits, right? When it
first started I didn't want to frustrate her in any way. But it seems
she can't ever get enough."
"That's kind of what it looks like,"
I said. "I didn't think I would ever get tired of licking that
luscious, grateful little pussy, but it is a bit much."
"Yeah, we'll have to set some limits," she said.
"But she can still suck my cock as often as she likes, right?"
Candy poked me and laughed, knowing I was joking.
After a thoughtful pause, I added, "But it is so wonderful, maybe you
could learn some things from her?"
"From my two-and-a-half year old?"
"Yeah," I said.
"How do I start?" she said.
"OK, try flicking your tongue fast in the same rhythm as you're bobbing
up and down."
She did it a little different from Grace, but it felt just as good.
"Ah, that's really nice! Oooo. Can I come in your mouth?" I hadn't
asked her that in a long time.
She looked at me, questioningly.
"Gracie lets me. She wants me to!"
Candy came off my cock momentarily, rolled her eyes, and said, "Now I'm
competing with her, huh?"
I
smiled a little, but nodded slightly, as I wanted to shoot off in my
dear wife's mouth. She smiled ruefully and returned to my eager cock.
"Oh, Candy, ooooo, just like that. Yes, yes .... oh, no, oh Candy!"
She
jerked just a little in surprise as she felt my first shot surge into
her mouth, but she kept licking and started swallowing.
When I
had surged the last jism from cock into mouth, she came up to my level
to rejoin me, swallowing the last vestiges of cum, and said, "She's
spoiling you!"
"Whose idea was it in the first place?" I asked.
"Mine," she said, then got quiet. "Thank you so much, Dave."
"My pleasure."
"Yeah, sure is. It's no sacrifice for you, is it?" She smiled at me as
I grinned and shrugged.
Nancy was 11, Sam was 9, and Arthur was 5 -- but he didn't count. Grace
was just 4. The three girls were playing.
"I have a secret," whispered Grace. She waited but the others said
nothing. "Daddy touches my peepee sometimes!"
"Very good, Grace," said Nancy. They knew that already, of course.
"Mommy touches mine," said Sam.
"She does?" said Grace, wide-eyed. "I don't want anybody to touch mine
except daddy."
"I don't want anyone to touch mine except mommy, so there."
"Why mommy? She's a girl!"
"So? Daddy's a boy."
"I like his penis too."
"Well, mommy's got a peepee like us, and I like to touch it!"
Nancy spoke, "I've never seen a woman's 'peepee'. What's it like?"
"All hairy and smooth and deep inside!"
"I
don't want to see mommy's!" said Grace. "Just daddy's. And you know
what happens when I rub daddy's?" She didn't wait for an answer. "This
sticky stuff comes flying out!"
"You mean like he pees?"
"No! It's different!"
"Oh, you're lying!"
Nancy chimed in. "No, Sam, actually she's right."
"How do you know?"
"You two want to know a secret?"
"Yes," both whispered at once.
"Uncle Dave and I do things with our thingies too."
"Really?" both younger girls asked.
"Yeah, really."
"Like what? Does he rub you?"
"Yeah, he does."
"'Til it feels good?"
Nancy hesitated. "Yeah, sometimes."
"And do you rub him and does that stuff spurt out? You said it did,
right?"
"Well, sometimes, but there's another secret." Nancy wondered if she
should tell. She probably shouldn't.
"Yeah?"
"We do something different too. You know you have a hole down there?
Not where you poop, the other place?"
"Yeah," said Grace.
"Of course!" said Sam.
"Well, his penis goes inside that hole in me. Pokes in."
"You're lying!" said Sam hotly. "It would never fit there!"
"Yeah, you're lying!" echoed Grace.
"I am not!"
"So how does it fit?" challenged Sam.
"My peepee hole is a lot bigger than yours."
"You're lying. I'm going to get mommy to say you're lying!" insisted
Sam, getting up.
"No,
wait!" said Nancy. "I'll prove it to you." She found this pretty
exciting. The girls had all seen each other naked, of course, but never
inside their lips. She reached under her dress and pulled down her
panties, but left the dress and just scrunched it up so she could cover
herself if anyone came.
She then spread her lips, which didn't
look all that different from the other girls', but then she pressed her
middle finger into that other hole. And it went in smoothly, all the
way.
Sam and Grace watched, transfixed, as Nancy took her pointer and middle
fingers together and slid them up inside.
"Why do you let him stick it up there?" asked Sam. This time Grace did
not echo her question.
"It feels really, really good. Better than anything."
"Yuck!" said Sam.
Grace was busy inside her own panties, trying to stick her little
finger up inside herself, but not getting anywhere.
"That's sick!" continued Sam. "And how do you get him to do it?"
"He likes it even more than I do. And then he shoots that sticky stuff
out the end when he's up inside me."
"Gross! That's so disgusting!" said Sam.
Grace was wriggling with excitement. "You think he'd do it to me too?"
"No,
you're way too small!" Nancy remembered the pain she had felt impaling
herself on Uncle Dave, and didn't wish that on any other girl who
didn't really, really need it the way she had.
"That's what Uncle Dave does with your mommy -- and my mommy, too."
"Really?" asked Grace.
"Yep. That's what all grown-ups do."
"My mommy likes it?" she asked, a little queasily.
"I bet she does. That's what they do to make babies, you know?"
The two younger girls stared at her.
"You
didn't know that? Geez. Yeah, that stuff that spurts out of daddy is
his part of the baby, and it grows up inside mommy 'til she squeezes it
out."
The two younger ones tried to digest the news.
Grace changed the subject. "Sometimes mommy watches when daddy touches
me."
"Really?" said Nancy.
"Yeah, I like it. And now I want to watch mommy and daddy doing that
thing you said."
"Grown-ups like to be private about that stuff," Sam put in knowingly.
"We all do, right?" said Nancy.
"Except me!" said Grace. "I want mommy to watch. And I want to see them
now!"
Something
stirred in Nancy, something very exciting. To watch her mommy and Uncle
Dave doing it? That would be special. That's what she needed. Her hand
slid up under her dress. Why didn't she want the two little girls to
see her? The idea that they would look was exciting.
"Look at me!" she whispered, rubbing her clit.
Not
to be outdone, the other two exposed themselves too. "Oooo!" said Sam,
especially excited to see the other two girls massaging their pussies.
Soon all three were wiggling away.
Imagining Uncle Dave and her mom doing it pushed Nancy over the edge.
"Ohhh!" she said, then gasped quietly.
Seeing Nancy gasp was terribly exciting to Sam, and she soon went over
with a quiet, "Aaaaah."
Grace was nowhere near a climax, but wanting to keep up with the bigger
kids, she did her best to fake an orgasm. "Mmmmm."
"Yeah, right!" said Sam. "That wasn't a good feeling!"
"Was so!" said Grace.
"Never
mind," said Nancy. "Doesn't matter." She was feeling very friendly to
little Grace, for she had suggested a terribly exciting idea.
That
ended the conversation, but Candy's reaction was mixed. So she had an
hour to think about it before Grace popped the question on her.
"Nancy told me and Sam how babies are made!"
Over
the years Candy answered every question the girls asked, but she knew
that sometimes the explanations didn't sink in until the child was
ready to absorb the information.
"And now I want to watch you and daddy do it!"
"I don't know, honey, it's private. And besides, we're not trying to
make any babies right now."
"But Nancy said men and women like doing it anyway."
"Yeah, she's right about that," Candy conceded.
"Please? His penis fits inside you?"
"Yeah, it does."
"That sounds so neat!"
"Let me think about it..."
"You watch me and daddy sometimes!"
"Not lately!"
"But you did, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," she sighed.
Candy
relayed the conversation. I was delighted to think of any of my lovers
watching me doing it with one of the others. I hadn't thought any of
them would agree, but it sounded wonderful.
All
three of us were naked, and Grace was prancing with excitement as she
watched my cock head slide against her mommy's pussy opening. For
dramatic effect, I slid in very slowly.
"It's going in! It's going in!" I had barely gotten my tip inside, and
the sliding continued.
"Does it hurt, mommy? Doesn't it hurt?"
"No, sweetie, not at all."
"You like it, daddy?"
"Oh yes, sweetie. It feels kind of like your hand on me, but all over
and wet."
"Oh wow! Where'd your penis go? It ALL went inside her?"
"Yep," I said. I started a slow back and forth motion.
"What's that?" asked Grace.
"You know how you rub up and down?" I asked. "This is kind of like the
rubbing but I'm doing it inside mommy."
"Oh, gee!" she said, prancing and chattering as I went on.
Candy
said, "OK, Grace, now could you sit down there and be quiet for a
little while so daddy and I can concentrate. And sit with your legs
spread wide," she added conspiratorially. "I'd like that, and I bet
daddy would too."
I nodded enthusiastically and began a 100%
natural missionary position fuck with my wife, younger daughter
watching. Our occasional glances at our exposed girl made it more
exciting. It felt delicious, but nature demanded an orgasm. Besides, we
didn't know how long Grace could sit still.
I reamed away at a
terrific clip and shouted out my pleasure as Candy shouted hers. All my
sperm spurted out right in her pussy where it belonged.
"Wow,"
said Grace, a little humbled by the strength and power in the act. "Now
can you give me a happy, dad? And you watch, mommy?"
"Sure," I said, after I caught my breath.
Candy
rubbed herself and moaned as I licked out the delicious pussy of our
younger daughter. Mother and daughter came at the same time.
Grace wanted a special party for her sixth birthday, a very special
party. She wanted us all together. All being sexy together.
In
the months after the girls introduced voyeurism to our family, Grace
became more and more interested in going all the way with me. She had
been excited to see my cock disappearing inside her mother. Later, she
convinced Nancy and me to let her watch us, and she was excited to see
my cock fill Nancy to the hilt.
Holly had been more reluctant
about being watched. She had first gotten herself adjusted to Nancy
watching me fuck her soundly, and had then relaxed enough to come that
way. Now, in advance of Grace's birthday, she had let Grace watch while
I fucked her. She seemed to have loosened up about it.
Grace's
own pussy was small, of course, and I didn't want to hurt her. I would
have recommended waiting until she was at least starting puberty. Nancy
said she thought I needed to honor Grace's wish much sooner. She did
allow that she hoped Grace could find a less painful way to lose her
virginity than she had. So as the weeks rolled by, I got to working my
little finger into Grace's little vagina. She winced a little, but
wanted me to keep going and thanked me profusely. I found it pretty
exciting myself. I went to my middle finger, then two fingers, then
three. At each step of the way Grace winced, but then got used to it
and begged me for more.
Grace wanted the whole family at her
birthday party, except the boys. The boys had no interest in this
aspect of the party anyway. The only one she had to coax a bit was Sam.
Sam
had gotten to the point where she could watch cocks disappear into
pussies and feel kind of excited by it, though she didn't want a cock
anywhere near her own pussy. The only person she wanted to touch her
pussy was Candy, who had long since become delighted with satisfying
her daughter that way. Sam didn't mind if people watched. The utter
pleasure on her face as Candy's delicate tongue strokes sent her into
orgasm was a wonder to behold.
The boys and other children from
the community had participated in her party earlier in the day, with
her birthday cake and a few games and presents.
The highlight
was in the evening. The females and I all assembled in the master
bedroom, blinds drawn and a number of candles giving a romantic effect.
We had mattresses on the floor, since no bed would be big enough for
all of us. All were naked.
First Grace hovered around Sam and
watched as Candy licked away. "Oooo, you look so happy, Sam, are you
going to have a cum soon?"
Sam nodded.
"I hope it's really, really good. Do a good, good job, mommy!"
Just
then we could barely see Candy switch to a faster rhythm, and Sam
convulsed with her trademark look of transcendent joy. Chest heaving,
she gave Grace an unfocused glance and said, "Happy Birthday, Grace!"
"Thanks, Sammie!"
She wriggled over to Holly, who was lying on her side, propped up on an
elbow and top knee bent as she watched.
"Aunt Holly, are you going to let daddy do his fucky thing with you?"
The assembled smiled at the unusual turn of phrase.
"Maybe, if he asks me."
My
cock was hard and twitching, surrounded by this sea of femininity. I
wanted to kiss every one of them passionately, fondle and suck on every
nipple, whether or not it was to be found on a breast or a flat chest,
and drive my cock into every one of those pussies. The subtle blended
smells were enough to drive me crazy.
"Holly," I said, "Would you let me make free with your body?"
"Not sure just what you mean," she said.
"Holly," I said, "Can I fuck you hard?"
"Yes!" she said, turning onto her back, revealing erect nipples on her
ample breasts, and pussy lips engorged and very wet.
I eagerly lowered myself towards her.
"Can I aim it?" asked Grace.
"OK," Holly and I said at once, smiling.
With
Grace aiming me, I could concentrate fully on the sensations as I slid
into Holly, slow on the first stroke so Grace could get her hand out of
the way. But then I started thrusting away strongly, being sure to
drive to the hilt, which I knew gave Holly the most intoxicating
sensations. She came as usual the first time my pubic mat mashed into
hers.
"Was that a cum, Aunt Holly? Did that feel really good?"
"Yes, Grace ... it felt ... really good."
"You like having his thingie in you?"
"I love it, Grace! It's the most amazing feeling."
"He's going to put it in me soon, for the first time!"
"Lucky you!"
I thrust strongly, enjoying Holly. The others were squirming a little,
excited at the act.
Holly built to her second, stronger orgasm. "Oooooo, Dave, oooooo,
aaaahhhhh! Happy birthday, Grace!"
Grace bounced up and down. I slowed down as Holly recovered from her
orgasm.
"You kept all your goop, right daddy? Didn't give her any?"
"That's right, Grace." It was tempting, but I had resisted without too
much difficulty.
"Now mommy!"
Candy
was on her stomach, head between Sam's wide-spread thighs. She slowly
wriggled her knees back and forth to raise her butt into the air.
"Candy, dear," I said. "Could I exercise my conjugal rights?"
"What's that?" asked Grace, as the others smiled.
A
few voices started to speak, but Nancy said, "Let me. Grace, it means
that because they're married, your mommy has to let your daddy fuck her
now and then. But it's a joke, because your mommy wants to get fucked
constantly. All the time."
Candy raised her head long enough to
stick her tongue out at Nancy and say to me, "Yes, my love, you may. As
long as you promise to pull out."
That caused snickers from everyone. That was part of Grace's present,
that I would pull out.
"Nancy!" said Grace. "You're dripping down your leg!"
"Yes, birthday girl, that's because I can't wait for my turn. You're a
little damp yourself!"
Indeed, moisture was oozing from Grace's crack. Seeing it, she smiled
and rubbed herself a little.
I sidled up behind my wife, ready to take her.
"Let me aim, again!" cried Grace.
She did, and I started in.
"I want to keep feeling!" said Grace.
So
with her hand she kept lightly touching my shaft and Candy's pussy lips
where they met, as the lips rowed in and out with each stroke.
"She's so soft and he's so hard!" she said, grinning.
Candy
raised her head and gave a light peck to Sam's fat little lips, saying,
"Just a minute, sweetie. It's hard to concentrate."
I had
something of a problem. My body wanted to blow its load any second.
Pulling out of Holly without giving her my gift was harder than I had
thought it would be, and now all my reflexes were primed to let loose
in my wife's hot, deep, and tight silky cunt. So I needed to go slowly
and think of other things. But if I went slowly, I wouldn't get Candy
off.
Sexy little naked Grace was right beside me, her small hand
patting and feeling around the shoreline, if you will, where my cock
surged in and out of Candy. That made it harder. Much harder.
Then
I felt those pats take on a fluttery rhythm. Candy gasped and looked in
surprise over her shoulder at her young daughter, who was smiling but
looking intently where her parents' bodies were joined. It looked like
Grace was fluttering on her mother's clit. Candy shut her eyes, and
said, "Oh, my God, oh my God, aaaaahhhhhhh," then stopped breathing as
her face scrunched up. I felt her pussy clenching me hard, and thought
about ice cubes to ward off my own rhythmic contractions.
Candy
then fell slowly onto her side, a bit like a tree being felled,
whipping clear of my cock. She lay panting and said, "Happy birthday,
Grace!" Then she managed, "Where the heck ... did you learn ... how to
do that?"
"Nancy taught me!" Grace said.
"Thought you might like that," Nancy said.
Candy was too dazed to carry on the conversation.
Sensing
that her mother's tongue was going to be out of commission for a while,
Sam flipped herself into a sitting position and gave her mom a kiss on
the cheek.
"Nancy's turn! Nancy's turn!" cried Grace.
Nancy
was on the cusp of womanhood and was an especially delightful morsel.
Just the beginnings of breasts, with barely growing nipples on
light-colored aureoles. Her hips flared slightly, and she had fuzz on
her pubic mound. To be safe, we had started her on the pill a few
months before.
"Now you let my daddy fuck you too!" the birthday girl said.
"I don't know, I'll think about it," said Nancy. She was sitting with
knees draw up and arms encircling them.
"Nancy," I said. "I would mightily appreciate sticking this organ here
into your pussy."
"No."
Grace cried, "You promised!" Holly put a finger to her lips and smiled,
urging Grace to be quiet.
"Is there anything I could do to convince you?"
"Ask nicely."
"Please, Nancy, could I fuck you, please?"
"Nicer."
I got down on my knees in front of her, and said, "Pretty please, my
sweet niece, just a little poke with my penis?"
"You've go to do better than that."
The
delay afforded by this conversation was a good thing, since it gave my
cock time to cool off. Pulling out of two hot pussies without coming
was very hard. I had an inspiration.
I lunged at Nancy, growling, and quickly forced her onto her back and
forced her legs down.
She looked at me with surprise and wonder.
Still
growling, I tried to open her legs, but she held them tightly. Finally,
with all my arm strength I got them open a foot, then pinned them with
my knees.
"You nasty man, you!" Nancy exclaimed, trying to keep from laughing.
I
lowered myself and pressed in, sliding fully into the sexy adolescent.
She stopped struggling and started laughing. But as my thrusts
stimulated her organs she became quiet. I made strong, slow thrusts,
coming out nearly all the way, then plunging to the hilt.
Nancy pushed her pelvis up at me eagerly and began squirming.
Grace had been a bit taken aback by the mock violence, but now she
regained her enthusiasm.
"What's it like, Nancy? What's it like?"
"Very nice, Grace. He makes me feel so .... full!"
"Are you going to cum?"
"Pretty sure I am."
"Because his penis is going in and out like that?"
"Yes," Nancy said, beginning to pant a little.
I
had a problem. I had taken rests. I had been thinking of ice. But my
cock was going crazy. It felt like the slightest little thing would set
me to ejaculating the precious fluid I had been saving for Grace. I
fought back a few twitches.
I glided into Nancy all the way and then stayed very still.
"Why are you just stuck in her like that, Daddy?"
"Remember I'm saving all my cum for you?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well Nancy is so sexy, especially after Aunt Holly and your mother,
that it's hard not to give it to her."
"Oh," said Grace. "So you like her better than me? Pussy-wise?"
"Not
at all," I said. "I can't just decide when I'm going to shoot out my
sperm. If I get too excited it can just happen anyway."
I turned
my attention to Nancy. "So if you want to come, sweetie, you're going
to have to make a lot out of a little," and then I began to demonstrate.
I
moved out just the tiniest bit, perhaps two millimeters, then slowly
pressed back inside. The tip of my cock stayed stationary inside her
pussy tube, but I could feel the tiny movement of my pubic bone
stimulating her. She could feel it too. She was used to wild fucking
strokes, penis overfilling her stroke after stroke, pussy lips surging
back and forth, clit pounded roughly. But her body readjusted. That
little pubic bone hug alternating with delicious seconds of
anticipation made her loins glow, then take on a tantalizing itch.
"Oh, Uncle!" she cried. "Just a little faster and I'd come."
"You can ask better than that."
Nancy smiled, but her urgent desire for release muted her sense of
humor.
"Please, Uncle Dave?"
"Hmmmm, better."
"Oh, pretty please, Uncle, you're the greatest, pretty please with a
cherry on top?"
"Nah," I said.
In answer to her look of despair, I said, "Well, I will if Grace asks
me too."
"Yeah, Daddy, do it fast so Nancy can come."
"OK,"
I said. "Let me count to three before I start. One... Two ..." Nancy
looked at me with pleading eyes. I waited a good long while, then
suddenly said, "Three!" and went into a frenzy of fast hard strokes,
but not coming out very far between them.
Nancy wailed
instantly, her arms and legs twitched, and her pussy clenched me tight.
"Happy birthday, Grace!" she managed to moan.
I lay down on top
of her, keeping my hard cock inside. I was in trouble again. Despite
the long rest, that brief flurry of strokes with Nancy's pussy pulsing
around me and her passionate climax had me on the edge again.
In a minute I rolled off, kissing her.
"My turn, my turn!" shouted Grace. "You saved the stuff for me, right?"
she asked me.
"Yes, my love -- just barely."
Grace
lay down, wiggling with excitement, and I held my shoulders above her
while my body trailed off to the side. For a minute I just gazed into
her eyes and stroked her hair softly. The comic potential of the room
conversation dissipated. Then I brought my lips slowly to Grace's and
gave her the lightest kiss, then another and another.
"Oh, daddy!" she cried with passion.
I
saw out of the corner of my eye that Candy was tearing up, and I saw
Holly silently glide over and put her arm around her shoulder.
I slid my body slowly down. I stopped for a few seconds at her flat
chest, kissing and licking each tiny nipple.
I
then nuzzled down the hollow of her stomach, giving her bellybutton a
few brief kisses before landing my head between her legs. She had
spread them wide in anticipation, and I set to work licking out to the
sides of her outer labia, then inside them. Then I started on her inner
lips, nudging inside to her midline, poking into her pussy but gravity
always bringing me back to her clit.
She moaned, "Daddy, oh
Daddy." Her little pussy started leaking fluid. And after only a minute
she said, "I don't wanna have happy happy that way."
So I
stopped the licking and smiled. I tried not to show on the outside the
lecherous attitude that raged within. I began slowly progressing up her
body again. My cock had softened a little -- a good thing! -- but it
regained its steely strength as I thought about the moment to come. I
rose up above her and settled the tip of my cock gently against her
opening. A large adult man was about to join in sexual union with a
small girl with a hairless slit.
Locking eyes with her, I softly asked, "What do you want me to do,
Grace?"
"You know!" she replied.
"Just say it once, please? For me?"
She grew solemn and whispered, "Daddy, I want you to put your penis in
my pussy."
"OK, Grace, I'd love to do that."
Using
one hand to hold her pussy lips apart the right amount, I started
pressing in. She had taken fingers up her pussy before, but they
weren't quite as big as my cock -- which felt like it had swelled to
double its usual size with the excitement of this moment. So as it
pressed in, she opened her eyes wide, and gave one little wince.
"Oh, Daddy! It's so big!"
I nodded and smiled. "You want me to stop? I could stop."
She shook her head anxiously. "No, no."
So I pressed in another half inch, and then another and felt my tip get
through her ring of muscles.
I slid back and forth in short, slow strokes, delving a little deeper
with each inward thrust.
Candy
couldn't hold back her sobs, though they were silent so as not to
disturb Grace. Holly hugged her from the side with both arms and kissed
her cheek.
Finally the resistance increased quite a bit, and Grace gave a little
"Ouch."
"How can it all fit?" she asked, looking down in wonder.
The
others of us in the room smiled, but I was mesmerized by the experience
of sliding into my six-year-old daughter. But I was in a full four
inches, and now began my back and forth, slowly at first.
Grace moaned, "Oh, Daddy, that's so good! So different and better!"
We
did nothing kinky or unusual. I thrust in and out at a moderate pace,
in the missionary position. Just the way losing your virginity ought to
be. I let her body get used to the different route to pleasure that
this act offered. She started getting excited.
"Daddy's doing it to me!" she said to the onlookers. "See!"
"We see," said Holly softly. "Is it nice?"
"Super nice! Not just nice. Special special!"
We all smiled at that, all of us except Sam. We knew how sexual
intercourse was special, but she didn't.
I
started speeding up my thrusts, which broke her contemplative mood and
brought her back to moaning and thinking about the special filling and
tugging and slurping going on between her legs.
"Grace," I puffed. "Do you still want the stuff? The stuff I've been
saving? For you?"
"Mmmmm, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
"I want to give it to you so bad! I'll go even faster now!"
"OK, Daddy!" she moaned.
I
shifted to get the perfect angle, then slid into her tight virginal
cunt with the urgent strokes that lead up to the serious business of
ejaculation. Pleasure tingled through my body everywhere but focused on
that tip where the sperm would shortly explode from. All was ready.
"It's coming, Grace! I'm coming!"
"Oh,
Daddy!" she cried, shrieking as my promise and plunging dick brought
her off. After teasing my cock three times, I was finally giving it its
due, and it spurted and surged and humped and thrust with abandon.
Although it was gentle compared to the forces surging through my body,
I felt Grace's pussy squeeze me.
As I slowed, I said, "Happy
birthday .... Grace!" The girl looked dazed from the best orgasm of her
short life. She looked at me vaguely and smiled just as vaguely.
My
cock softened and slid out of her. I lay against her on my side,
attuned to what Grace wanted to do next. What she seemed to be doing
was falling asleep.
The others quietly rose, and went around the
room putting out the candles. "Happy birthday, Grace!" they each
whispered on their way out. Candy was last to leave and after her
"Happy birthday" she mouthed, "I love you," first to Grace, but then
fixed her eyes on me for several seconds. I mouthed it back.
I
had been on my side hugging Grace, but it was getting uncomfortable, so
I gently slid onto my back. Grace stirred just a little and murmured,
"I love you, Daddy" as she turned to snuggle against my side, head on
my chest.