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After the Porn -g11
When I entered the room I saw the TV on. I really didn't notice who was
watching it since on the screen were two young girls, naked, touching each
other. Both sitting on a bed exploring the other, looking at their tiny
slits,
and pulling apart the folds to get a better view, hairless young pussy,
it was
a sight I had watched often. You see it was my tape, one that I kept
hidden
and only took out when my daughter was away, and my wife at work. I
then would
pull on my 39 year old cock pleasuring myself.
When I got further in the room I saw my wife on the couch. She looked
disgusted. She had every right to be. Here was a tape of two young
girls about
her daughter's age. I could only imagine what she was thinking. I knew
that
this would be cause for divorce and if she pushed the case, a jail term.
Your
not allowed having child porn in any household, especially this one.
You see
my wife regularly attended church with my 11 yr old daughter.
"So what are you doing with that?" I asked.
"The better question is, what are you doing with it?"
"Uhmmmm, you know, sometimes I need to fantasize about doing it with a
young
girl."
"I am not enough for you?"
" I love you, and you satisfy me must of the time, but occasionally, I
like to
reminisce about my first time and the feel of young pussy."
"You saying my pussy is old?"
"It isn't old it is just used."
"I am so mad. Do you know what would happen if it got out you had this
stuff?
I could never show myself at church, you would get fired and end up in
jail.
If you go to jail we would be penniless and lose the house and
everything we
own."
"I am sorry."
"You better be, now go get all of this kiddy porn, any porn, you have
and bring
it here, and I mean all of it."
I went to a separate stash from where the VCR tape she was watching came
from
and gathered all of the magazines and homemade CD's of the stuff I
downloaded
on my computer. I also collected the remaining tapes she did not
already have.
I had many hours of pleasure viewing this material and downloading it.
I knew
it was sick but I enjoyed it. This was the accumulation of at least 10
years
of gathering this stuff.
My wife, Brenda, just shook her head in disgust seeing the quantity of the
stuff. After several trips of bringing out boxes she said, "Is that it?"
"Yes."
"Ok, well I am going to get rid of all this stuff and I hope you don't ever
bring in any more of this into this house. Light a fire in the
fireplace so I
can burn all of this stuff," as she ejected the tape.
As I was lighting the fireplace, which looked awful silly in the middle of
July, my daughter walked in the room.
"What you doing Dad?" my daughter, Joy, asked when she saw me kneeling
in front
of the fireplace.
"Building a fire." I replied.
"What is all of this stuff?"
"That is your Dad's porn collection. You know how men are visual and
need to
look at porn. Isn't your father disgusting, aren't you ashamed of him?"
"Mom, if that is what Dad likes, then why not let him keep it?"
"Because it is of young girls, some younger than you, kissing each other,
fondling each others private parts. This is kitty porn that he used to
jack
off too when he should have been having sex with me. Seems he likes to
look at
budding breasts and hairless little slits. I ought to call the sheriff."
"I do not want him to go to jail," my daughter said at my defense.
"Well he would be spending a lifetime there if they knew he had this stuff."
With my daughter and I watching, this evil woman, me hating her at this
moment,
took every bit of porn I had and through it in the fireplace. The tapes
melted
and then smoked, and eventually burst into flames, so did the CD's. The
magazines burned as expected and I really thought that was going to be
the end
of it. She might be mad for a while but I would not be going to jail.
As my daughter and I sat watching the stuff burn, me thinking of all the
time
it took me to collect that much stuff, the hours of pleasure, my favorite
scenes, the hours of jacking, my wife walked out of the room. Not
knowing what
my daughter was thinking left us in silence, her not knowing what to
say, me
not saying anything because I was quite frankly ashamed she knew I had the
stuff. Her mom had told her when she could have just burned it and not
revealed to her my secret.
My wife soon returned carrying a medium white metal box that I soon
realized
was my computer, not the monitor but the case with its hard drive. I
Knew I
had more pictures on the computer, and my collection of incest stories I
had
got from the newsgroups. This was going to be my fall back stuff, I did
not
think my wife was that smart. She brought the computer to the center of
the
room.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.
"This." And with that she held it up in front of her face and then
intentionally let it fall to the floor. The plastic cover of the CD Burner
fell off leaving just the sliding tray, but mainly it made a lot of
noise. I
mean I heard stuff crashing inside of it.
"Why the hell did you do that?"
"Because I am not going to let you download that stuff again, your porno
days
are over." She bent down and picked up the box and when she stood up
straight,
she threw it down again. There was no mistaken the damage it had
experienced.
The whole front cracked, there was even more noise, it was definitely
not going
to work again. I was totally speechless, and Joy, got up from the couch
and
headed for her room.
That evening I was bored, I had usually played on the computer in the
evening
while my daughter talked on the phone and my wife watched TV. About ten, my
daughter came in and said goodnight to her mother and she kissed me on the
cheek as normal. I soon followed to my bed while Brenda stayed up
watching her
favorite soaps on the Tivo.
A couple of hours later, half awake, I heard the bedroom door open. Brenda
walked around the bed, and went to the Master bath to get her
nightclothes on,
and eventually got into bed on the far side. She turned over on her
side so
our backs faced each other without even acknowledging that I was there.
I knew
she was mad, and I was too. She had destroyed my computer.
As I lay there, I heard her breathing change as she drifted off to
sleep. My
mind was still reeling from this evening. How could she sleep when I was
pissed? A few minutes later, which seemed liked an eternity, I fell asleep.
It must have been a few hours later when I was tapped on the shoulder.
"Daddy?"
"What are you doing up?" I whispered.
"Shhhhh, don't wake Mom. Move over I want to crawl in with you. Come
on, a
little further I need a little room."
My daughter entered the bed in her pajamas and snuggled her back up
against my
front. She was spooning with me and had her head on my pillow. Her
hair smelt
wonderful, one arm over her and the other under her head, "what are you
doing
here?" I whispered.
"I couldn't sleep. I kept running the scene over and over in my mind of
mom
burning your collection and dropping your computer."
"That is all right sweetie. Don't worry about it."
"Well, I don't want you to go to jail, and I don't want you to divorce
mom, I
need a father."
"Sweetheart I am not going to jail, there is no proof, she burned it all
and
destroyed my computer."
"Well I figure you must have needed that stuff, if you didn't you
wouldn't have
collected it." With both her hands holding mine like when she was a little
girl, she continued. "So if you need that stuff I want to help."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean if you need to look at me, or something, I am willing to let
you, it is
just between us, no one will know. I really thought about this."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes Dad, I love you and I am here. I don't know what you like, I
didn't get
to see the pictures, so you will have to tell me."
"Sweetie, you don't have to do this," I said lovingly.
"I want to." I felt her hands let go of mine and she was fumbling with
something. "Daddy, I want you to be happy." With those words said, she
took
my hand and placed it on her stomach, which was now bare skin.
"Joy, what if your mother wakes up and finds you here?"
"Well we aren't going to do anything while she is here, but I want you
to know
I am serious."
"Don't you want to think this over again?"
"No Daddy, what you don't want me?"
"Sweetie, you know I want you, you're a beautiful young woman."
"Think of me as your little girl, I am only 11, feel." She took my hand
and led
it up her smooth stomach to her chest. Then she placed her hand on mine
and
lead it to her puffy petite nipple. "See Daddy, I am just budding." I
can tell
you my cock was hard as a rock. My hands were feeling the little nipple
surrounded by the swollen areola. "Go ahead Dad, squeeze."
There wasn't much to squeeze but my fingers surely explored each nipple
as I
kissed her neck. "Oh Daddy, that feels good. I never had anyone touch
me like
that. Do you like this too?"
"Yes honey, I am getting really excited. But what about your mom?"
"Shhhhh, just enjoy."
I took my time gently stroking her nipple to erection. As my hand traced
a line
back to her stomach she lifted the waistband of her pajama bottoms to
give my
fingers other areas to explore. When I realized this I hesitated, and
my hand
stopped its exploration.
"Please Dad, I want you to feel my pussy too. I am sure you had pictures of
young girls and wanted to touch one. Here is your opportunity. I will be
getting older daily so tonight it will be at its youngest."
She was right. This would be the youngest she would be, I should take
advantage of it. My hand followed the bath down to the division of her
stomach
and her little pussy. You know that place where her stomach lays flat
and her
cunt puffs up. I was about to explore paradise.
My fingers felt a little hair as it approached the folds of her lips. I
found
her slit to be moist. She cooed. I took every opportunity to trace
each and
every fold, looking for her little clit, which at this point would not
be too
developed. I found the little opening in which her husband, or
boyfriend would
find happiness.
I felt my cock straining trying to get out of its skin. She must have
sensed
my poking erection also since she reached behind her and touched it.
"Daddy, I
think you like this, you are hard, and big. Can I watch it when you
stroke it."
"Yes honey, but I am afraid your mom is going to wake up. We better not do
that right now."
"OK, Well let me pull my pajama bottoms down and you can put your thing in
between my legs while you put your finger in me. I want to feel your thing
between my thighs." She squirmed her pajama bottoms down to her knees
leaving
her panties on. As we spooned I pulled her back towards me and let my cock
press in between her legs spreading them just enough for its intrusion
between
them. I was just inches from the place I was placing my fingers. As I
explored her little cunt, I pushed with my pelvis in and out of her
thighs. My
fingers were feeling her little hole and my cock was pretending to fuck it.
My finger went deep inside her and I felt every little bump. It was
along time
since I had a virgin pussy and right now my finger was in heaven. I
kept the
pumping of my thighs hoping not to wake my wife. The pre-cum started to
form
on the tip and it spread on her thighs.
"Nice Daddy, your thing is getting wet like me. I love your finger
inside me.
I wish we could sleep like this all night. Tell me when your about to
spurt
that cum juice I want to see it."
I fingered her little pussy and played with the clit, I even found her
little
ass hole and pushed a little so the tip of my finger penetrated that
opening
too.
"I am getting close honey."
"OK Daddy. Hold on just one minute." With that she pulled my hand out
of her
panties and released my cock from her thighs. She swung her legs around
and
slipped out of the bed onto the floor. She knelt on the floor and her
face was
level with the side of the bed. "Daddy let me take my top off, we don't
want
any getting on it, so Mommy don't see it when she does the wash. OK, I am
ready. Stroke your cock Daddy. Yes, that's it. I am putting my
finger in
my pussy Daddy pretending it is yours. Let me see you cum. Come on
Daddy shoot
it at me, see if you can get it in my mouth, or do you want to shoot on my
small tits?" Daddy please cum for me before Mom wakes up."
The first wave hit her directly on the chin. It was a powerful burst of
energy
that sent it in her direction. The next pulse landed on her chest and I
saw
her take her fingers and rub it on her nipple. "Oh Daddy, that is so
good."
The third and fourth dribbled out and landed on the sheet. I had
experienced
the best cum I have had in ages. At least since I married my wife. My
hand
stroked my cock until the last bit of sperm had left its dwindling head.
"Daddy, I am going to go to my bedroom and get some sleep. Remember I
am here
for you if you need me in anyway. I love you Daddy, and I want you to
have the
things you need. Goodnight." With that she kissed me on the cheek and
left
the room.
The next morning my wife looked at the sheet on my side of the bed and
asked,"
why didn't you wake me and fuck me if you were horny? I see you had a wet
dream. Just because your mad at me don't mean I won't fuck you"
My thoughts went to my daughter and the pleasure she gave me. I had
lost my
collection but a young pussy in the hand is better than a picture. My
thoughts
went wild with lust and desire. She said whatever I needed, I was going to
take her up on that. My imagination could come up with lots.
I did not see Joy before I left for work. I wanted to. When I got to
my desk
and opened my brief case I found a picture of Joy. It was a school
picture,
she was smiling, and on the back signed with yesterdays date she wrote,
'Anything you need, Anything" your daughter, Joy.
It only sent my imagination into high gear.
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