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Subject: {ASSM} RP: LIFE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS - Part III
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Copyright (C) 2002 by Frank Braun

mazares@hotmail.com

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LIFE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS - Part III

My wife Sarah lay sound asleep beside me while I -- yet again -- lay wide 
awake, unable to sleep. And I wished that it had been the usual matters 
of work that kept me awake; but now, and for the last few days, it had 
instead been my relationship with our 11-year-old daughter, Rachel, that 
haunted what should have been my sleeping hours.

Over the past week, we had had two instances -- both accidental, never 
planned -- of sexual contact. The first had led me to orgasm; the second 
had led us both to orgasm. With that second occasion, I had crossed over 
into illegal territory: I had had oral sex, both giving and receiving, 
with my 11-year-old daughter.

I was terrified. And making it still more complicated, my wife was fully 
aware of the situation -- indeed, she had caught our daughter and myself 
sleeping, fully naked, in each other's arms the previous weekend. Her 
reaction had been completely inscrutable: I still had no idea whether she 
was turned on by the whole idea, repulsed by it, or wholly undecided. I 
had seen evidence of all three possibilities.

But the fundamental truth was that I had fallen in love with my youngest 
daughter. And I felt the sentiment was mutual. At every possible moment 
since the last time we'd had sex, Rachel and I took any opportunity we 
could to touch, to fondle, to tease, to kiss -- all the while feeling we 
were hiding an illicit relationship.

I was in love with my wife. But I was in love with my daughter, too, in a 
relationship that was following the normal course of a new love. Two 
relationships going on in the same house. At all levels -- morally, 
logistically, sexually, you name it -- it was terrifying.

On this night, the frustration was nearly unbearable. It had been days 
since Rachel and I had "been together" in the way that we wanted to be, 
and my libido was ablaze with desire for my daughter. As I lay looking at 
my beautiful wife, sleeping deeply and peacefully beside me, my cock 
raged with a hard-on brought about by my dreams of her baby girl.

On both of our previous occasions, Rachel had come to me, and things had 
unfolded in a natural, practically accidental way. I had not yet 
consciously and willingly initiated sex with my daughter. Nor had I yet 
completely consummated the relationship -- she had not yet had me inside 
her.

Around and around it all went in my head until, finally, I could lie 
still no longer. Naked and wearing a rock-hard, nine-inch erection, I 
rose quietly from the bed and left the room. It had to happen tonight. I 
could no longer contain it. The walk down the hallway to my daughter's 
bedroom seemed like a hundred miles...

Just like her mother, Rachel lay asleep on her back, naked atop her bed, 
her sweet, white face surrounded by her near-black tangle of long, thick 
hair. Pale light from the window illuminated her tiny, budding breasts as 
her chest rose and fell lightly with her breathing, and the slight wisp 
of black hair at the top of her pubic mound was vividly pronounced 
against the silky whiteness of her skin.

As gently as I could, I laid down beside her and watched as her eyes 
eventually flickered open to find me there. Rather than the surprise or 
initial fear I expected, she reacted only by quietly turning her head to 
look into my eyes, and by smiling a sweet, irresistible smile.

"Daddy," she whispered. "I'm so glad you're here." She raised up her head 
just high enough to touch her lips to mine and kiss me, teasing my tongue 
with her own -- then my lust took over completely.

"I want you, sweet girl," I whispered hoarsely as I laid fully on top of 
her and delved my tongue deep into her mouth while my hips, already 
moving with an animal rhythm, humped uncontrollably against her, the base 
of my raging cock grinding hard into her pubic region.

Rachel groaned luxuriously, spreading her little legs, and clasping her 
arms around my neck, pulling my kisses deeper and deeper into her mouth 
before, after a moment, pulling her head free and whispering, "I want you 
too, Daddy! I want you inside me!"

This was the moment of which I had been the most terrified -- and the 
moment for which I felt I'd been waiting a lifetime. Moreover, Rachel had 
apparently been lying here night after night as obsessed with the thought 
as I had been. Tonight, it seemed, we were both in no mood to waste time. 
We were ready.

"It's going to hurt like hell, sweetheart," I said quietly. "You know 
that, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "But I don't care. It has to happen sometime!"

I groaned with desire, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her 
whole body close to mine. I was in love with her, in love with the 
confident resolve with which she was determined to have from me what she 
wanted.

Caressing her neck with my kisses, I reached down to touch her tiny 
pussy. With a single finger, I found she was already damp; I slid my 
finger gently in -- and her hips bucked madly upward as she tried to 
suppress the shaky "Ohhh..." that came from her lips.

"That feels so good, Daddy," she whispered, panting, as I slowly made 
love to her with my finger.

"It doesn't hurt?" I said, looking into her eyes for signs of pain or 
doubt or second thoughts.

"No, Daddy. It just feels good. Don't stop!"

With a care and slowness that was incredibly difficult with the white 
heat that burned in my groin, I gently added a second finger. Rachel 
caught her breath, stopped breathing for a moment, then for the first 
time began bucking around a bit, now humping back against my fingers, 
eagerly moving herself farther and farther down on them.

She was so tight that I was afraid of hurting her. But she was 
unbelievably wet, and her whole body had begun moving rhythmically with 
her hips as she responded pleasurably to my manual stimulation.

She sighed, she kissed me, she groaned, squirmed, and sighed some more as 
she humped my fingers with greater and greater enthusiasm, seemingly lost 
in this new pleasure. At last, she pulled herself away from my hand and 
looked me right in the eye, one sweet white arm wrapped around my neck.

"I'm ready, Daddy," she whispered. "I want it now, ok?"

I moved my face down to trace the outline of her lips with the tip of my 
tongue. I kept my mouth close to hers as I moved; I wanted to feel -- not 
just hear -- whatever sound might come from her lips...

Carefully, I rubbed the throbbing head of my cock around in the wetness 
of her crotch, letting it find the point of entry. As I rested it against 
her unviolated opening, my daughter sighed, and tried to wiggle herself 
down against me.

Ever so gently, making sure it was covered in her juices, I pressed the 
head of my cock on in -- just the head -- and moved it gently in and out 
as she adjusted to its size.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, nearly whimpering, "Oh Daddy, don't stop. Keep 
going. I'm ready for more. Don't stop!"

My heart pounding, partly with passion, partly in terror at the fact that 
I was actually fucking my 11-year-old daughter for the first time, I let 
a bit more of my penis penetrate her -- then scared the hell out of 
myself when I hit, and tore accidentally past, a tough barrier. Rachel 
reacted with a sharp "Oh!" and became totally still for a moment. I'd 
broken her hymen.

My penis lay in a grip I'd never experienced before -- it was so tight as 
to be painful -- and I whispered, "Are you ok, sweet girl?"

Tears welled up in my daughter's eyes as I looked into her face, but her 
smile was sweet and brave.

"Don't stop, Daddy," she said. "We're making love now. Don't stop."

Moving with a caution that pained my eager, raging cock, I slid slightly 
out, then back in, then back out, then in a little deeper -- deeper with 
each slow, successive stroke -- until, by now, nearly half my penis was 
buried in my daughter's sweet pussy.

Her mouth was open, she breathed heavily through it, and her eyes were 
wide. But she gradually began rising upward to meet my slow thrusts, 
seemingly anxious to take more and more as she found herself able.

Finally, my whole length was buried in her, and I stopped in just that 
position, nearly in pain with the tightness of it.

"Rachel, sweetheart," I whispered, my lips close to hers. "I love you. 
Are you ok?"

"I'm ok Daddy," she whispered back, her little hands stroking my hair as 
she spoke. "Make love to me, Daddy. Let's just make love."

Slowly, but feeling more confident now that the worst part was over, I 
began fucking my daughter, sliding in and out while her feet gripped the 
backs of my thighs, and her pelvis -- ever more aggressively -- began 
rising and humping to match my rhythm.

The room swirled around in my eyes as we moved; I looked down to watch my 
cock plunging in and out of this sweet, tight pussy; I looked up to watch 
my daughter's face -- now almost smiling -- as her eyes rolled upward and 
her head tossed from side to side, now and then uttering a surprised 
"Oh!" or a luxurious "Mmmm..."

She was now fucking me as aggressively as I was fucking her; no longer 
was I tentatively touching my virgin daughter. We were fucking, and 
fucking hard. She bucked and moaned, she gripped me with her legs wrapped 
around my hips, she squeezed me with her arms wrapped tightly around my 
neck.

"It's happening, Daddy," she suddenly whispered, without in the least 
interrupting her rhythm. "It's happening again..."

My brain was on fire, only half hearing her as she spoke; my mind had 
moved completely down to my cock, where I was plunging away madly at my 
daughter, trying hard to hold back the irresistible urge to come.

"What, sweetheart?" I croaked, kissing and licking her neck as we banged 
harder and harder together.

"The feeling," she whimpered. "That feeling. It's coming back... it's 
coming back..." Her voice trailed off into a groan, and I realized my 
baby girl was about to come.

"Make love to me, sweetheart," I whispered breathlessly. "Make love to 
me... let it come..."

She humped at me harder and faster, her breath now coming noisily in 
whimpers and groans -- then suddenly she stopped on the upthrust and 
screamed, pressing her cunt all the way up at me while some muscle inside 
her squeezed me so hard I thought I would break.

The moment seemed to last an eternity -- she was dead still, wrapped 
tightly around me, with that twitching, internal muscle of hers 
threatening to choke the life out of my cock -- then she let go and fell 
limply back to the bed, leaving my cock to twitch wildly about in the 
air.

Her mouth and her eyes were wide open, and she looked at me with a look 
of deep and utter amazement. "Daddy..." she whispered.

I could hold back no longer. Once I again got safely inside without 
hurting her, I began stroking for home. She kept whispering, "Daddy, 
Daddy," and I kept fucking her harder and harder until finally I had to 
explode.

Forgetting her size at eleven years old, I slammed hard into her with 
each burning shot of thick cum that forced itself up from my loins, and 
forgot where I was as the sound of my groans filled the room.

It seemed forever before the animal thrusts of my pelvis finally died out 
and I came to rest, exhausted and sweaty, on top of my daughter.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered, her big brown eyes staring up deeply 
and seriously into mine. "I love you so much."

After a long while of lying there entangled together, I finally slid my 
spent penis out of her and rolled over to lie beside her. She stroked my 
face with her tiny hand, and I felt I'd died and gone to heaven.

"I love you too, sweet girl," I whispered, truly meaning it as I gazed 
into her beautiful face. The smile she returned was enough to melt my 
heart.

I wanted to sleep there, but knew I dared not. "You know I can't stay, 
don't you?" I said.

"I know," said my daughter, her smile saddening a bit. "Mommy wouldn't 
like it."

While I was glad to see her consideration for her mother, it saddened me 
to see that she was evidently conscious of what could become a rivalry. 
And it frightened me to think that I myself could become the object of a 
rivalry between my own wife and my own daughter.

I kissed Rachel one last time, long and deep, then whispered "Good 
night" to her as I rose to leave the room.

"Good night, Daddy," she said, looking intently into my eyes, placing me, 
rather than herself, in the position of having to break the gaze and turn 
to leave.

I stepped out of her room only to nearly trip and fall -- for there was 
Sarah, seated on the floor in the hallway, just outside the door. How 
long had she been there? How much had she seen?

"Oh, God," I groaned, pulling Rachel's door nearly closed and standing 
there for what seemed forever before sitting down opposite my wife. This 
was an impossible situation. And growing worse.

"There's blood on your cock, you rapist," she said, showing no emotion 
whatsoever in her voice. Like me, she had not bothered to dress before 
leaving our bed; we sat there naked together in the dark. 

"Mommy?" Rachel suddenly appeared in the hallway, having obviously been 
startled by her mother's voice so near and so unexpectedly.

"And I'm the one," Sarah went on, as though ignoring Rachel's presence, 
"who will have to change her sheets tomorrow. Think about that, you 
bastard."

"I'll do it," Rachel said, at this moment in which I wished she had 
remained silent. "I'll change my own sheets."

"Come sit down," I said to our daughter, who stood looking at her mother 
and myself with an air of innocent confusion. "Come sit beside me."

Rachel took her place on the floor with us. I wrapped an arm around her, 
and the three of us sat there, regarding each other silently in the 
darkness.

"Rachel," Sarah finally said after an eternity of silence.

"Yes, Mommy," Rachel said.

"Do you love your Daddy?"

"Yes, Mommy. Very much." Rachel squeezed my thigh as she spoke, and I saw 
a flash of something -- I could not tell what -- cross my wife's dark, 
beautiful, fiery eyes.

"Well," said Sarah, "So do I. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Mommy."

After another very long pause, Sarah spoke again. Her voice was a little 
distant or remote, as though she were thinking out her thoughts even as 
she attempted to express them.

"And I wonder where Rebecca fits in with all of this," she said. Rebecca, 
our 15-year-old, lay sleeping in her bedroom down the hall, apparently 
still unaware of any of this.

"How do you mean?" I said.

"I don't mean," Sarah said quietly. "Just trying to think."

Both physically and emotionally exhausted, I sat essentially in a stupor, 
my arm around our daughter, my eyes on my wife's naked, unspeakable 
beauty, and my mind blank. I was beyond thinking.

"Rachel," Sarah said at last.

"Yes, Mommy."

"We all need to go back to bed. Come sleep with your Daddy and me. We 
mustn't forget that we all love each other. You and Daddy don't need to 
hide from me anymore..."

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