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Subject: Laura 1 (M/g, F/g, pedo, inc)
Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 22:42:19 -0000
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Laura 1 (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!