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Laura (M/g, F/g, pedo, inc)
by Wizzbilly
Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.
"We can't ever do that again"
Jennifer's words had finally broken the taboo subject of what had
occurred the previous evening between the two of us and Jennifer's three
year old daughter Laura.
It had been the most incredibly erotic experience of my life and all day
while at work I had thought of little else. But at home with Jennifer
that next night it was clear that she was troubled by the events.
Several times she had looked at me as if about to speak, only to remain
silent.
I knew it had to be mentioned - something of that nature can't simply be
forgotten and never spoken of again. However my earlier daydreams of
where this was all going to lead in the future burned to ashes in that
one short sentence.
"I know", I replied, feeling there was very little else I could say.
After all, how could I voice my true feelings to the mother of such a
young child who I had treated as a grown woman less than 24 hours
earlier, albeit with her assistance, encouragement and obvious approval.
"Aaaww c'mon - let's do her every night," or "Your little girl is so
sexy, I want her again and again."
No, Jennifer had made a decision and it would be crass to argue with her..
My mind wandered. I felt desolate and cheated. But now I had to appear
to be as wracked with guilt and shame as Jennifer and little more was said.
It was just one week later while Jennifer was busy in the kitchen that
Laura skipped into the living room and climbed on my lap while I was
watching TV. She was wearing a pretty little summer dress and white
ankle socks and the dress rode high up her legs revealing the perfect
finishing touch - white cotton panties.
For as far back as I can remember those treasured glimpses of little
panties, so freely (and obliviously) provided by girls of Laura's age,
had made every walk through a park or playground a delight.
And so there was little inclination on my part to resist the temptation
which was now sprawled across me in the form of this delicious child.
Moments later my hand was resting on the soft cotton crotch. Laura
didn't flinch at the touch, she simply remained seated on my lap with
her legs spread wide at the knees and her sandaled feet hooked around my
lower legs.
Where it would have gone from there I won't ever know. Jennifer
reappeared from the kitchen and immediately grasped the scene which met
her eyes.
She looked at me, but said nothing. She turned and walked back out the
room calling her daughter as she left. "Come on Laura, its nearly bedtime."
There was real tension between myself and Jennifer that evening. We
spoke little - each, no doubt, engrossed in our own thoughts. We went to
bed relatively early and I began to wonder when the charges of deceit
and betrayal would be leveled.
They never were.
Instead, Jennifer pulled herself close to me, looked straight into my
eyes and said "Fuck me." Her fingernails clawed into my shoulders as she
pulled me on top of her. Her legs spread wide and lifted to wrap around
my waist.
"Fuck me ……. Fuck me you bastard' , she gasped and panted repeatedly.
I was almost ready to cum inside her when she stopped - almost froze
.She reached out a hand and switched on the bedside light.
She sat up and spoke - not looking directly at me, but bowing her head
slightly.
"Shall I go and get her?"
It was like being hit by a thunderbolt and it took a moment for me to
decide that she really meant what I thought she meant.
"I'd like you to. You know I would. But only if you are sure."
This time she looked into my eyes and said, "I'm sure."
She kissed me before climbing out of bed and walking to the door. My
heart began to pound and my hands shook, as very soon Jennifer returned
with Laura in her arms.
She sat the little girl, sleepy and confused, on the edge of the bed.
"Lift your arms up," said her mother softly.
Laura unquestioningly complied and in five seconds her nightie had been
removed and tossed to the floor.
Jennifer picked up the naked child and lay down with her between us -
Laura on her side facing her mother with me turned towards her back.
I edged closer to Laura, allowing my still rock hard cock to press into
her back. Jennifer stroked her fingers over her daughter's cheek and
softly kissed her mouth.
Meanwhile, I began to massage the little girl's shoulders and she
squirmed with obvious pleasure at the touch. I kissed her shoulders
several times, each kiss a little bolder and firmer than the previous one.
Now Jennifer reached her hands towards the top and back of Laura's head
and gently pulled forward and down so the child's head was now bowed
away from me. With more gentle movements of her mother's hands Laura's
hair was now stroked and raised away from the back and sides of her
beautiful neck. I kissed the newly exposed nape and felt a tiny shudder
of the little body - soft, naked and giving.
I could feel my cock now sliding over the small of Laura's back.
Pre-cum, almost flowing from me, coated her skin and although I knew I
intended to withhold the orgasm for which I now ached, I couldn't help
but sway my hips back and forth against her, bringing my climax
perilously close.
Jennifer looked at me and her eyes seemed to flash. Somewhere deep in
those eyes were a million unspoken words but all I could hear were her
short gasping breaths and Laura's soft even breathing.
Jennifer held her daughter's head bowed away from me and I continued to
kiss. Soon, the kisses became sucks, then the sucks became little bites.
Finally, the kisses, sucking and biting became a single action and as I
pulled my head away from Laura's neck, I saw a deep reddish bruise at
the center of the nape.
I looked at Jennifer and with my eyes I beckoned her to look at what I'd
done. A beautiful smile spread over her face, her eyes widened and she
almost pleaded …… "More?'
"Oh yes" I gasped and buried my face into the side of Laura's neck and
sucked until I could taste the child's blood rise through the surface of
her skin.
"We're not going to be able to take her out of the front door for a
week', I remarked.
"I know", said Jennifer, "so we may as well make a proper job."
I needed no further encouragement. I rolled the little girl over to lie
on her stomach and returned to work on her neck, shoulders and back.
Each fresh mark to appear was a new thrill and within a few minutes
Laura's back, neck and shoulders were covered in a polka-dot bites.
I knew that sometimes I was biting too hard. Laura cried out now and
then but each time I glanced at her mother it was clear how excited she
also was. Jennifer responded to each cry and whimper with a gasp and by
biting her bottom lip. God, how I'd love to read her mind right now.
I had been thinking that soon I would begin a similar process on her
legs and the front of her body but the tiny child was becoming a little
distressed. Jennifer seemed unconcerned by her daughter's discomfort and
for the first time I began to wonder just what was really happening in
her head. A few hours ago she had virtually snatched her baby away from
me at the sight of me simply stroking her through her panties. Now, like
a woman possessed with lust, it seemed that she was offering her child
for me to defile in ways I would not have imagined a few weeks earlier.
But I still had my limits - at least for now. I didn't want to see Laura
distressed or to harm her.
However I had delayed my orgasm for just about as long as I felt
possible. Somewhere in the back of my mind surfaced a half-forgotten
fantasy which had first occurred to me many years ago. I wanted the
little girl to watch me fuck her mother.
"Climb on top of me", I instructed Jennifer.
She straddled me and I entered her as Laura watched, transfixed.
Reaching out for her daughter, Jennifer lifted her to sit on my chest
facing away from me and towards her mother. Instantly my hands found
their way between Laura's legs and I began finger her little cunt. Laura
had not forgotten how to respond to this kind of attention. She spread
her legs wide and began to rock in time with my fingers.
Jennifer and I were now both close to cumming and as the our hips ground
together with increasing urgency she took her daughters hand and guided
down to her own sodden cunt and the base of my cock buried deep inside her.
"Feel us cum', she demanded of the little girl.
The tiny fingers were encouraged to explore. Our position meant they
couldn't actually get inside her mother but the touch was enough to
induce a simultaneous and earth-rocking climax for us both.
Gasping for breath, Jennifer climbed off me and pulled her little girl
on top of her, kissing her everywhere her lips could reach.
Soon our breathing settled and we lay there exhausted and fulfilled.
Laura announced that she wanted to go to sleep now. And before long the
three of us were in the land of dreams which could never be as sweet as
my waking dream.
-------------------------------------------------------
There was to be no more pretending for Jennifer. Now the three of us
would go to bed together sometimes several times in a week. Laura would
even ask for it if it appeared to her that her treats were being
withheld from her. We taught her about her body, about my body and her
mother's body. Within a month she was sucking my cock with the expertise
of a 25 year old woman.
She learned how to give and receive. Her tiny cunt stretched more and
more over time to allow deeper penetration from cock and fingers. I
loved to watch mother and child together and they both enjoyed the
encouragement they got from me. There were times when I sat at the end
of the bed and touched neither of them - simply watching the two of them
loving each other.
But as the weeks went by it was impossible not to notice that Jennifer's
sense of exploration and adventure had been far from exhausted. She
could make my heart leap with just a few words or sometimes just a look.
"Fuck her….."
"Open her up…."
"Kiss her……" "Bite her…"
All of these orders were received with great enthusiasm on my part and I
never failed to comply. It seemed to me that Jennifer's desire to see
her daughter used had no bounds. The flashes in her eyes became a
regular feature of every night we spent together and there were times
when I could have sworn that her passion was close to madness.
In those moments of passion I was unquestioning. It excited me beyond
description to not only fuck the little girl but to have her mother
insisting I do her harder, faster, deeper.
I had found Nirvana and was never going to let it go.
But nothing that had happened so far had prepared me for what was to
occur shortly afterwards.
Jennifer's madness was about to break into terrifying territory.
Terrifying and heart-stopping excitement was just around the corner…
THE THIRD AND FINAL PART IS COMING SOON!