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Standard disclaimer: The following is a work of FICTION that depicts
explicit sexual acts between adults and a child.  It is a bit of fantasy
and nothing more.  Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely
coincidental.  If you attempt to perform the acts depicted in this story in
real life, you will certainly traumatize the child forever.  So, don't!  If
you are offended by such stories or they are illegal in your locality, stop
reading now, delete this file and move on to something else.  Otherwise,
please enjoy.
   Please direct any comments to the ASSD newsgroup
   A Very Lucky Man
   Story codes: M/F/f, cons, inc.
   By Dread Pirate Tom
   Around eight years ago, I married the love of my life.  Sharon was, and
still is, a beautiful woman with curly red hair long enough to cascade over
her shoulders, a freckled upturned nose, piercing green eyes and a taut
lithe body.  Even more important than that, she's intelligent,
compassionate, and has a sense of humor dark enough that she actually
laughs at my jokes rather than fixing me with a look that says louder than
words that if she were in charge I would be locked up for life, preferably
after a quick castration with a rusty knife, which is the response my humor
receives from most women.
   Sharon has a daughter, Rebecca, from a previous marriage, who is
currently just over twelve years old.  Sharon's former husband had decided
that being a family man just wasn't for him and ran out on the girls
shortly after Becky's birth.  His loss is my gain.  Becky, a spitting image
of her mother, is one of the sweetest, most even tempered children that I
have ever encountered.  She's also almost too smart for my own good. 
Nothing ever slips by her and when she wants something she approaches her
request with such deliberate reason and logic that I often end up thinking
that granting the request was my own idea.  Within a year of my marriage to
Sharon, I requested, and was granted, the honor of adopting her as my own.
   From the time we all started living together as a family, Becky often
wanted to sleep with her mother and me, as I am given to understand is
common with young children.  We usually allowed it.  While it did cut into
our sex life, we both decided that making sure that little Becky knew that
she was loved by both her mom and her new father was a far more important
concern.
   By the time she was eight, we had started to encourage her to go to her
own bed at night and she did.  For a while, anyway.  Four or five nights a
week she would show up in our bedroom at two or three in the morning and,
citing nightmares, being cold or monsters under the bed as a reason, would
crawl into bed on whichever side had more room, quickly cuddling up to the
warm body she found there.  Neither Sharon nor I really had a problem with
this as it did give us some "alone time".  We just made sure to throw on
some clothes after we were done in preparation for Becky's inevitable
visit.
   This continued until around two months ago.  On the night in question,
Sharon and I followed our usual practice of heading to bed at around eleven
and snuggled in to watch The Daily Show on the bedroom TV.  As we lay
snuggled in the spoons position I began lightly kissing the back of her
neck and she responded by grinding her firm ass into my crotch and twisting
her head slightly to kiss me properly.  Soon, I ran my hand under the
oversized T-shirt she had worn to bed and traced my fingers up the
incredibly soft skin of her flat stomach to her firm just-barely-a-b-cup
breasts.  A few years ago, she had talked briefly about getting a boob job,
but I had convinced her that I loved her breasts just the way they were and
that we would both miss the sensitivity if she had the surgery.  We enjoyed
that sensitivity now as I lightly caressed her breasts and nipples until
she sat up suddenly and pulled the T-shirt over her head to give me better
access.  With her laying on her back, I trailed kisses down her neck and
chest until I reached one of her turgid nipples.  For a time I went back
and forth between her breasts, suckling gently as she cradled my head in
her arms and made little cooing noises.  In no time at all, the normally
pale skin of her chest was flushed and red, a sure sign of her arousal. 
Responding to the slight pressure she placed on the top of my head, I
kissed and licked my way down her stomach to her clean-shaven pussy.
   I nibbled and licked her inner thighs for a moment until she firmly
grasped my head and whispered, "Don't tease me tonight, I need to cum soooo
bad." Always aiming to please, I flattened my tongue out and ran it from
the pink pucker of her anus up to her erect clit.  The smell of her arousal
made my already erect member become almost painfully hard.  I lost track of
time as I lightly licked the area around her clit, moving occasionally to
suck it gently between my lips.  Sharon held my head tightly between her
legs and, when I glanced up, I saw that she had pulled a pillow over her
head and was moaning into it to muffle the noise.  I returned to the task
at hand and was about to delve into the soft pink wet folds of her vagina
when Becky's voice chimed out with, "Whatcha doing to mom's coochie, Dad?"
Between our passion and Jon Stewart's voice on the tv, we had completely
missed her entrance.
   I was so surprised, that I must have jumped five feet in the air.  When
I recovered, I moved up to lay next to Sharon, pulling the blankets with me
to cover our nudity.  As I did so, Sharon gave me her "I'll handle this"
look.  She then turned to her daughter, who was still standing, wide eyed
and fidgeting, next to the bed, and calmly explained, "When people love
each other, they sometimes want to make each other feel good.  Dad was just
making me feel very good." I saw the flaw in this explanation at about the
same time Becky did.  "But we all love each other and you've never done
that to me." Sharon's mouth fell open for a second before she replied,
"Adults show love to children in different ways, dear.  Like giving you
hugs and kisses and playing games with you and that kind of thing." She
pulled Becky into a hug and gave her a light tickle to emphasize her words
and then continued, "Adults and children aren't supposed to do the kinds of
things you just saw your dad and I doing, in fact its illegal." I could see
that this explanation didn't satisfy Becky and she was opening her mouth
for another question when Sharon interrupted with, "Now, let me get my
shirt on and I'll tuck you back into bed." With a pout, Becky replied, "Its
lonely in my room, can't I get in bed with you?  Puleeease?" Sharon cocked
an eyebrow at me and I shrugged in response.  It was her call, but neither
of us were really capable of resisting a drawn out "please".  She said, "Of
course you can, honey, but give us a second as we're all naked under the
covers." With a broadening smile, Becky said, "Oh that's ok, I don't mind."
Before we could react, she pulled her little flannel nightgown off over her
head, dropped her cotton panties to the floor and crawled into bed next to
her mom.  I guiltily noticed that she was developing into a fine young
woman and my cock gave a little jerk before I mentally chastised myself. 
She was only a child and she was my daughter for Christ's sake!  "Adopted
daughter and she's hardly a child any more," part of me answered before I
finally managed to cut off that line of thought.
   Sharon's mouth dropped open in surprise yet again and she looked at me
for assistance.  I admit that I was rather enjoying her discomfort, so I
grinned and shrugged my shoulders, putting the ball back in her court. 
From the time we had gotten together, Sharon had always told me that she
didn't want Becky to have any shame towards nudity and I guess this
principle came to play here as she made no further objection but simply
reached out to pull Becky into a cuddle.  As she snuggled in close, Becky
giggled and said, "Your nipples are tickling my back, mom." I suppressed a
chuckle and moved back into the spoon position behind my wife.  As I did
so, my semi flaccid cock nestled between the firm cheeks of her ass.  To my
immense surprise, Sharon, while still hugging Becky to her, began to softly
undulate her hips.  The oh-so-soft skin of her ass cleft moving gently back
and forth on my cock quickly returned it to its painfully hard state. 
Sharon twisted her head back towards me slightly and gave me a wicked grin.
I looked at her with wide eyes, flicking my glance repeatedly to Becky
snuggled happily in her arms.  Sharon merely gave me a broad wink and
pursed her lips to shush me.
   A few minutes later, I felt Sharon's hand drift slowly down our bodies
so as not to disturb Becky.  Taking hold of my cock and she angled it to
rub the head in the cleft of her still gently gyrating ass.  I bit my lip
to keep from moaning as she drew my hard member up and down the warm, soft
furrow repeatedly before pushing it further down, pulling the head over the
wrinkled skin of her asshole to the sopping wet entrance of her pussy.  She
dragged my tip up and down the length of her slit a few times before
pressing back and taking me in to the hilt.  For the next twenty minutes we
fucked slowly and carefully, trying to keep our movements as imperceptible
to the young girl lying next to us as we could.  The wickedness of what we
were doing reminded me of screwing my high school girlfriend on an old
couch in her basement, knowing that her parents could come down and catch
us at any time.  Only ten fold.  Finally, as nonchalantly as I could, I
slid my hand down the front of her body until I could reach her clit with
the tip of my finger.  As soon as I touched it, I felt the muscles of her
cunt spasm uncontrollably in orgasm around the length of my cock.  The
sensation was too much and, within seconds, I was filling her with my seed.
   When I was finally able to open my eyes, I saw that Becky had turned
over on her back and, with just her head and neck sticking out from under
the covers, was eyeing us suspiciously.  I laughed at the expression on her
face and reached out to give her a reassuring hug.  I had forgotten that
she was also nude and was surprised when my hand slid over her barely
budding breasts and the hard points of her nipples.  Her mouth dropped open
with a loud exhalation and her eyes shut briefly, but she didn't protest.
Instead she rolled toward Sharon and I gathered both of the women I love
into a tight hug.  Happily snuggled together, my softening cock still
inside Sharon, we quickly fell asleep.
   The next morning, after we had gotten Becky off to school, Sharon turned
to me and, while biting her lip, said, "You must think I'm a horrible
person." I took her in my arms and replied, "Nah, of course I don't.  We
were both worked up when Becky interrupted us.  Its hard to act rationally
when you're horny.  I mean, you didn't see me resisting at all!" She
laughed and hugged me back before continuing hesitantly, "Well, that's not
all there is to it.  You see, it turned me on knowing that I was having sex
next to my innocent little girl.  No offense, but I don't know that I've
ever been that aroused." I chuckled, "None taken.  I know what you mean, I
haven't felt the thrill that the worry of being caught brings in quite a
long time." She looked up at me and I could sense that I still wasn't
getting it, but that she wasn't going to elaborate further.  We held each
other companionably for a few more moments and then, with a quick peck on
the lips, we were off to work.
   For the next few weeks, Becky came into our room almost every night. 
Around half the time she showed up at what had been her usual time of well
after midnight, but the other half she showed up shortly after Sharon and I
went to bed.  After the third time this occurred, I realized that she was
coming in almost exactly a half hour after we retired for the evening.  My
suspicions aroused, I began to pay closer attention to the time, and, sure
enough, my half hour estimate turned out to be precise.  I also noticed
that she was making every attempt to be stealthy when she first entered the
room, speaking only when it became apparent that her mother and I weren't
fooling around.  The little sneak was trying to catch us in the act again!
   Then one night, roughly two weeks after Becky had "caught" us, I came
awake suddenly in the wee hours of the morning.  I was lying on my back and
Becky and Sharon were sleeping on either side of me with their heads on my
chest.  I could feel a puddle of drool on my chest beneath the spot where
Sharon's mouth would be.  Content and beyond comfortable, I began to drift
back to sleep when I again felt what must have woken me up: fingers were
tracing lightly up and down the length of my dick.  I enjoyed the feeling
for a few moments until I realized that the hand was coming from the wrong
direction.  It was little Becky feeling me up!  As I was trying to decide
how to put a stop to this without traumatizing or, at least, embarrassing
the poor girl, I felt her mother stir on the other side of me.  Becky's
hand froze on my cock.  Sleepily, Sharon rubbed her hand up and down my
torso a few times before dipping south of my waist.  I felt her tense when
she encountered her daughter's hand and then, just as suddenly, relax.  I
felt her intertwine her fingers with those of her daughter and then both
hands began caressing my cock.  I continued to feign sleep as this
continued for quite some time until finally Sharon whispered, "That's
enough for now, dear.  If we continue we'll wake him." Still holding her
daughter's hand, Sharon moved both up to my chest and then stopped. 
Shortly, I heard both of them begin to breathe deeply in sleep.
   When I shared my observations on Becky's timing with Sharon the next
morning, her reaction surprised me.  She broke out into laughter so hard
that I felt compelled to take hold of her to keep her from falling over. 
She finally calmed down a bit and muttered, "Well, that sneaky little...".
When she looked up at me there was mischief in her eyes as well as
something less definable.  I then confessed that I had been awake the night
before.  She raised her eyebrows and softly asked if I was angry.  I
replied that I was more surprised than anything and wasn't quite sure how I
should react.  She flashed me a grin, gave me a kiss and then it was time
to get to work.
   I ended up working late that night to meet a tight deadline.  When I
stumbled in the door just before ten o'clock, well after Becky's bedtime, I
found Sharon lounging on the couch in her bathrobe reading a book.  I went
and collapsed next to her with a sigh.  She took me into her arms, gave me
a brief open mouthed kiss and, with a sympathetic look in her eyes, said,
"Tough day?" I replied, "Long one, anyway." She got up and pulled me to my
feet, "Poor baby.  I know just what you need." Grabbing my tie like a
leash, she led me to the bedroom.  Once we were standing by the bed, she
began undressing me, kissing every bit of skin as it was exposed.  When I
tried to reciprocate she stopped me, "Shhh, let me take care of you
tonight. Plus, I need to thank you for not being mad at me." Soon I was
down to just my boxers and she pushed me back onto the bed.  Turning, she
picked up the remote, turned on some light music and began doing a soft
bump and grind.  For several minutes she teased me, dropping the robe
slowly from her shoulders before quickly pulling it back up and flashing
her long toned legs from beneath her robe.  My heart in my throat, I
wondered what I had ever done to deserve a woman like her.  Finally she
turned her back to me and lowered her robe from her shoulders and down her
back, exposing the lacy black straps of a bra and then the wisp of a
thong., She rolled her nearly naked hips back and forth in time with the
music for a while before turning to face me.  My heart jumped up to my
throat as I saw that the front of the bra and panties were nearly
transparent, giving more than a hint of the treasures that lay beneath.
   Softly she said, "I passed Victoria's Secret today and couldn't resist.
Do you like?" I could only nod dumbly.  With a giggle she settled next to
me on the bed and ran her hand up my leg to the tented out front of my
boxers.  "Mmmm, I guess you do like it.  Is this for me?", she asked as she
fished my cock out through the opening.  Flashing me the wicked grin that I
love so much she lowered her head to my lap and swirled her tongue around
my glans before taking me fully into her mouth.  I groaned and with the
last rationale thought I had before I gave in to passion, I said, "Maybe we
should lock the door." She smiled around my cock and, removing it briefly
from the warm wet confines of her mouth, said, "Becky and I had a long talk
tonight, and we don't have to worry about her sneaking around any more."
Reassured, I fell back onto the pillows and enjoyed Sharon's oral
ministrations.
   My blissful reverie was interrupted by a throaty whisper, "Whatcha
doing, Mom?" Eyes snapping wide open, I sat up and reached for the covers.
Sharon intercepted me and, with a gentle push on my chest, forced me to
recline again.  After running her tongue lasciviously up the length of my
cock, Sharon answered, "I'm making Dad feel good, honey." Becky's eyes
moved to mine and she asked in that same throaty whisper, "Does it feel
good, Dad?" Sharon took the head of my cock back into her mouth and I could
only moan in response.  Both girls giggled and I felt the bed shift as
Becky climbed up next to her mother.  "What was going on here?", I
frantically wondered.  The answer came immediately: It was a dream.  It had
to be a dream.  I had fallen asleep while my wife was giving me head and
was dreaming.  Yeah.  That's what it had to be.
   Having decided that it was a dream, I figured I might as well enjoy it
so I sat up to look at the two beautiful women sharing the bed with me. 
Becky was staring intently at her mother working her lips up and down the
length of my throbbing manhood.  When she saw that I was looking, Becky
smiled at me shyly and opened her robe revealing a wispy bra and panty set
that matched what Sharon was wearing.  The sight of her hard nipples and
hairless little slit through the lacy lingerie made me gasp out loud. 
Sharon heard me and, pulling my cock from between her lips, said, "They
were having a buy one, get one half price sale.  I couldn't resist." I
could see that my obvious approval pleased Becky as she was blushing and
smiling prettily at me.
   Before Sharon could return to her task, Becky asked quietly, "What does
it taste like?" In response, Sharon angled my cock toward her daughter and
said, "Its hard to describe.  Want to try it?" As I watched Becky's cute
little face descending toward my groin, I felt I had to object, dream or
not.  Sharon was apparently watching for this as, before I could open my
mouth, she gave me a little pinch.  When I met her eyes, she smiled, shook
her head slightly and placed a finger to her lips to silence my unvoiced
protest.  Then it was too late.  I felt Becky tentatively flick her tongue
over the tip of my cock.  Apparently she found nothing objectionable as I
saw her mouth form into an "o" as she swooped down and engulfed a good
three inches of my cock.  The feeling of her tiny mouth around my cock and
her tongue working vigorously all over the underside of it was divine. 
While she lacked her mother's skill, the mere idea that my cock was in the
mouth of my eleven year old daughter more than made up for it.  For a good
half hour, mother and daughter passed my cock back and forth between them,
with Sharon occasionally whispering instruction and encouragement to her
little girl.
   I had my head thrown back and my eyes closed in ecstacy when I felt the
bed shift again.  Looking down, I saw that Becky had laid down on her side,
and was energetically massaging her crotch through her filmy panties as she
watched her mother sucking my cock.  Becky saw me watching and, blushing
furiously, pulled her hand from her little pussy.  "I'm sorry, I just
couldn't help it.  Doing all this just made me so, so..." "Horny?", her
mother finished for her, "Giving yourself pleasure is nothing to be ashamed
of, dear.  Its one of the most natural things in the world and everyone
does it." Sharon continued, "However, it feels even better when someone
else helps you out.  I bet if you ask your dad nicely, he'll be happy to
make you feel good." At this, Becky looked at me, the blush returning to
her cheeks, and asked in a trembling voice, "Will you make me feel good,
Dad?  Pleeease?" Damn those drawn out "please"'s.
   I held my arms out to her and said, "Of course I will, my little love.
If you're sure that's what you want." She quickly nodded that it was,
indeed, what she wanted and moved up into my arms.  As I gently kissed her
lips and lightly caressed her back, I felt her mother renew her oral
assault on my cock.  I continued slowly, keeping my kisses light and gentle
and my caresses more comforting than sexual until I felt her begin to
respond.  Soon she was returning my kisses, and, to my surprise, she was
the first to tentatively run her tongue along my lips.  Moments later, we
were kissing passionately, our tongues dueling wantonly.  I began to extend
my caresses to her firm little ass: I could nearly fit the entire mass of
soft firm flesh in my hand.  As I returned my hand up her back, I paused to
unclip her bra.  She sat up slightly to shrug the tiny wisp of cloth from
her shoulders and expose her tiny buds to me.  Her freckle spattered
breasts were only slight swells on an otherwise flat chest, but her nipples
were truly magnificent.  Her quarter sized areolae were puffy and a
delicate coral in color, the erect nipples a good half inch long and the
circumference of a pencil eraser.  I ran my hands up her body and caressed
each of those little nubs with my thumbs.  She moaned slightly and I felt
her nipples harden even more under my touch.
   With slight pressure, I encouraged her to straddle me while pulling her
back down for a kiss.  As Becky swung her leg over my body, I felt Sharon
release my pecker with an wet slurp.  Glancing down over Becky's shoulder,
I watched as Sharon sat up and, with a gentle smile on her lips, reached
forward to pull her daughter's panties off her hips.  Soon I had a fully
nude eleven year old squirming on top of me.  Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw Sharon move up next to us and begin to lovingly caress her daughter's
back.
   After a few more minutes of kissing, I began to gently pull Becky's hips
up my torso.  She sat up and looked at me questioningly for a moment before
her eyes widened in realization of what I was trying to do.  With a broad
grin, Becky quickly began scooting forward.  I couldn't help but moan as I
felt the damp lips of her sex drag up my body, leaving a trail of moisture
in its wake.  Soon she was straddling my head and I began to gently nibble
at her inner thighs.  Her pussy was beautiful.  Smooth and hairless with
the delicate pink lips petaled outward like the most precious of flowers.
The whole of her mound was glistening with the essence of her arousal.
   In short order, I was licking her little pussy in earnest.  Her freely
running juices were lighter and sweeter than those of her mother and I
couldn't get enough of them.  As Becky moaned and shook above me, I felt
the bed shift again.  Moments later my cock was engulfed in a warm, wet
velvet vice.  As Sharon began to ride my cock, I moaned into Becky's pussy.
The extra vibration was enough to set her off and she let loose a cry of
passion as her thighs clamped around my head and her hole began to spasm
around my tongue.  Sharon leaned forward and hugged her daughter from
behind.
   "Does that feel good, Becky love?"
   "Oh god yes, mom!  It feels sooo good!  You were right, it's sooo much
better than when I do it myself"
   "Mmmm, so you like having your little pussy licked?"
   "Ohhhh, yes!  Lick my pussy, Dad!  Lick my pussy!"
   As little Becky came down from her orgasm, she came to the realization
that her mother was fucking me right behind her.  As I continued to lick
Becky's tasty little twat, I watched in amusement as she craned her neck
back and forth trying to get a better look at what was happening behind
her. Finally, I said, "You're going to hurt your neck doing that.  You can
turn around if you want to see better." Though my words were more than a
little muffled by her pussy, she apparently heard enough to understand. 
She quickly twisted herself around so that she was facing her mother.
   I began to kneed her tiny butt cheeks with my hands as I alternated
between sucking and licking gently on her clit and driving my wiggling
tongue into her tiny hole.  Soon my efforts were rewarded as she quivered
and writhed through another orgasm, her hips wantonly humping my face.  In
the throes of her orgasm her muscles let loose and she fell forward across
my chest and stomach into what would have been a 69 position if she had
been about a foot taller.
   As her spasms subsided, I felt her chin drag across my navel and heard
her gasp as she took in the up close and personal view of my cock plunging
in and out of her mother's pussy.  In her new position, I couldn't resist
running my tongue over the tight pink pucker of her anus.  Whether it was
the feel of my tongue on her asshole or the sight of her mother vigorously
fucking me, she immediately came again, gasping and writhing
uncontrollably. Within moments, I felt Sharon's pussy quivering around my
cock as she orgasmed as well.  This, in turn, set me off and I sprayed shot
after shot of jism deep into Sharon's womb.
   After we had all more or less recovered from our violent orgasms, Sharon
moved to lay next to us on the bed, my cock leaving her pussy with a wet
plop.  A voice piped up from the vicinity of my groin, "Is that white stuff
sperm?" "Yes, dear.", I answered.  Before we could even think to stop her
or at least caution her, Becky slid her body forward and took my softening
cock in her mouth.  Her tongue wiggled all around the head and shaft as she
sucked greedily.  After she was satisfied that she had cleaned me
thoroughly, she pulled back and said, mostly to herself, "Doesn't taste
bad....  Just salty mostly...I kinda like it." I looked over to Sharon and
saw a shocked but lustful look in her eyes: it hadn't escaped either of us
that a good part of what Becky was tasting was from her mother.  Suddenly,
Sharon leaned in and kissed me passionately her tongue cleaning my mouth,
lips and face of her daughter's juices.  When she leaned back to catch her
breath, I chuckled at the lustful expression on her face.  She gave me an
abashed grin and blushed slightly.
   Sharon and I got Becky turned around and pulled her up between us.  We
wrapped her in our arms as she gave each of us a mighty hug.  "Thanks guys,
you made me feel sooooo good.  I never knew I could feel like that." And
just like that, she was asleep.  I met my wife's amused look with one of my
own.  "I guess we wore her out.", I commented.  My wife gave me a big
smile, leaned over her daughter's body and kissed me thoroughly.  "Thank
you for following my lead.  I appreciate it and I love you.", she said.  "I
love you, too.", I replied.  We then settled down to join our daughter in
slumber.
   The following morning was a Saturday and I woke to an empty bed.  I
stumbled towards the kitchen and followed my nose to the coffee pot.  I
poured myself a cup and sighed happily as I took the first sip.  Only then
did I notice my wife sitting at the kitchen table in her bathrobe, the
paper and her own cuppa in front of her and an amused expression on her
face.  I leaned in for a good morning kiss and she said, "Good morning,
sleepyhead.  I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get up."
   She continued, "Becky went to play at her friend's house, so I figure
this is the best time for us to talk about what happened." Anticipating me,
as she so often did, she then said, "And yes, Becky is well aware of how
important it is to keep our little secret.  By the way, you should have
seen her this morning.  Positively radiant."
   Pushing me into a chair, she perched in my lap and twined her arms
around my neck.  "I know you probably think I'm a horrible mother for not
only allowing what happened last night but for encouraging it.  I ask that
you just sit and listen for a minute while I explain why I did it.  Can you
do that?" I made a zipping motion across my lips and nodded.  With a slight
smile, she punched me lightly in the shoulder..
   "I have to say that you're taking this a lot better than I expected.  I
know I basically tricked you into it and I thought you would be at least a
little angry.  Anyway, I began to talk to Becky after the first night she
crawled into bed with us naked.  It turns out that she's been playing show
and tell with the Fennel boy down the street for a few years now and he's
been trying to talk her into going a lot further.  She's curious and was
trying to sneak in on us to find out what it's like before she tried it
herself."
   She paused and I could see her mulling over her next words.  "I was a
little younger than Becky when I lost my virginity to a boy four years
older than me.  It hurt.  A lot.  What was even worse was that the bastard
treated me like shit after he had gotten what he wanted and told all his
little friends about what we had done.  So I was basically known as the
school slut.  It made me afraid of sex and intimacy for a long time.  I
don't want Becky to experience that."
   "You're a good man, Tom.  That's why I married you.  I also know that
you love Becky.  I know that you would never do anything to hurt her.  I
figured that, with you, Becky could learn that sex with love is a wonderful
thing." She smiled wryly, "When I caught her rubbing your cock while you
were supposedly asleep two nights ago, I gathered that she would be
interested.  As I mentioned before, I've also discovered that having sex in
the presence of my daughter, having sex with my daughter, makes me
incredibly excited.  I'm really not sure how I feel about that, yet."
   "When I got home from work last night, I found Becky almost in tears,
expecting to be in trouble for getting caught playing with your pecker.  We
talked for a few hours and I learned pretty much what I expected.  She's
very curious about sex and wants to experience it.  She loves you.  She
trusts you.  She's attracted to you.  And, perhaps most importantly, she
doesn't feel threatened by you." Seeing the expression on my face, she
arched an eyebrow at me, "It's a compliment, you goof.  Anyway, when I
threw out a little hint that maybe she could be with us, she jumped at it.
The only thing that left for us to do was to convince you.  So, we spent
the next hour or so coming up with a scheme to get you so horned up you
couldn't refuse.  Off we went to Victoria's Secret, and you know the rest.
So, do you hate us?" While she said the last lightly, I could tell from the
look of uncertainty on her face that it was actually a real concern.
   I pulled her close and kissed her lightly.  "Of course I don't hate
you.", I started.  "You did what you did because you love Becky and trust
me.  How could I possibly hate you for that?  I love you and I love Becky.
While I never expected for the love to become physical with Becky, I would
be lying if I said that making love with both of you last night wasn't a
huge turn on.  In case you didn't notice, I was an active and willing
participant last night.  I trust you to have Becky's best interests at
heart.  If this is what you want and, even more importantly, if this is
what Becky wants, then this is what I want, too."
   She looked at me for a moment with tears in her eyes before crushing me
in a hug and kissing me fervently.  "I love you, Tom.", she whispered in my
ear as she disengaged.  I happily returned her sentiment and pulled her
back in for another kiss.  Things got a little out of hand then, and we
ended up back in the bedroom for an hour or so.
   Afterwards, we went about the usual Saturday routine.  We tidied up
around the house a bit, went grocery shopping and I cut the grass.  Becky
returned home shortly before dinner.  She saw me as she came in the door
and I watched as a faint blush suffused her face.  "Umm, hi Dad.  Ummm, how
are you doing?", she said as she shifted her weight back and forth from
foot to foot.  Even someone as thick witted as I could tell that the poor
girl needed some reassurance, so I said, "Hi, Becky love.  Come here and
give your old dad a hug." With a beaming smile she skipped across the room
and into my arms.  I give her a big hug and planted a kiss on her forehead.
Before releasing her, I whispered in her ear, "I love you, kiddo, and
everything's ok." She gave me another 1000 watt smile and impishly leaned
back in to kiss me soundly on the lips.
   After dinner, we played a lengthy game of cutthroat monopoly.  In the
end, my utilities and railroads couldn't save me when I landed on Sharon's
hotel festooned Boardwalk on three consecutive trips around the board. 
Becky didn't long outlast me.  We then settled in the living room to watch
TV and listen to Sharon gloat good naturedly.
   Becky was allowed to stay up until ten on Saturdays.  When that hour
rolled around she gave her mother and I each a little hug and kiss
goodnight and started towards her room.  As she stepped into the hallway
leading to the bedrooms, she paused and in a tiny voice asked, "Can I sleep
with you guys again tonight?" Sharon and I looked at her with a smile and
replied, almost in unison, "Of course you can, sweety." With a hasty,
"Thanks!", she skipped off happily towards the master bedroom.
   Almost immediately, Sharon began to squirm on the couch next to me,
rubbing her thighs together and checking the clock on the cable box at
least a few times each minute.  It was obvious that she desperately wanted
to go back and join her daughter in bed.  It was just as obvious that,
despite our conversation that morning, she was uncomfortable making the
suggestion that we go to bed earlier than usual.  I watched her out of the
corner of my eye for about a half hour, doing all I could to suppress the
laughter that kept trying to bubble up out of me.  Finally, I took pity on
her and, with an exaggerated and blatantly fake yawn, said, "Wow, I'm
really beat.  Would you mind if we went to bed a bit early?" I couldn't
help but laugh loudly at her rapid and enthusiastic assent.  She blushed
prettily as she realized how transparent she had been but, after flashing
me her patented wicked grin, she led the way to our bed.
   All we could see of Becky when we entered the room was the top of her
head poking out from under the covers.  After Sharon and I disrobed, I
peeled back the covers revealing that Becky was both completely nude and
very deeply asleep.  The look of disappointment on Sharon's face was so
comical, it took everything I had to keep from laughing out loud and waking
Becky.  Without another word, we crawled into bed, with me between the two
women I loved, and joined our daughter in sleep.
   I awoke in the middle of the night to find that I had moved in my sleep
to spoon little Becky.  She had slightly scooted down toward the foot of
the bed and was wiggling her tiny ass slightly so that my cock slid up and
down between her cheeks.  I reveled in the sensation for a moment before
wrapping my arm around her to caress her tummy and extraordinary nipples.
As I moved she froze but quickly relaxed and began to gyrate her hips again
when I began to caress her.  She looked over her shoulder at me with a
smile that I could barely see in the dark room and I couldn't resist
leaning in to give her a quick kiss.
   Now that she knew I was awake and didn't mind, Becky began to grind
herself into my crotch far more vigorously.  The increased motion woke
Sharon and I felt her hand run up my side, down my arm and then down
Becky's flank.  When she came to Becky's undulating hips I heard Sharon
release a lustful gasp.  While gently rubbing Becky's ass, Sharon gradually
worked her hand down between our bodies until she was able to take a firm
grip on my cock.  Angling it forward, she began to rub the head all over
her the soft, firm cheeks of her daughter's ass and up and down the crevice
between them.
   I felt Sharon shift forward to whisper in my ear.  "Mmmm, her little ass
is so soft and firm and warm.  Do you like having me rub your big hard cock
all over our daughter's smooth little ass?  Hmmm?  Does it feel good,
baby?" I could only moan in response.
   I could feel Becky inching her way slowly up towards the head of the
bed. Soon, Sharon's downward strokes of my member were causing the head to
brush over the wrinkled skin of Becky's anus.  Becky cocked her hips back
and suddenly Sharon was rubbing the bulbous tip of my cock over the soft,
wet flesh of Becky's sex.  Sharon's hand left my cock and from the motions
of her arm and Becky's soft moans, I knew she was rubbing her daughter's
slit.
   Sharon's hand returned to my shaft and resumed rubbing the head up and
down from the tight pucker of Becky's asshole to the tiny nubbin of her
clit.  Each time my cock passed the entrance to her tiny pussy, Becky
thrust back with her hips, taking the tip of my member inside of her for a
brief instant before the pressure from her mother's stroking hand caused it
to move on with an audible pop.  Becky and I were both moaning
continuously.
   Sharon again whispered in my ear, "Do you like her wet, virgin pussy
rubbing against your cock?  Can you feel her tight little hole trying to
suck you inside of her?  Do you want to drive you hard cock deep into our
baby girl?  Do you?  Do you want to fuck our little girl and make her a
woman?"
   Becky interrupted Sharon's litany by crying out, "Oh god yes, please!  I
want to feel him inside me.  Put it in me, Dad!  Please!" Sharon
immediately slid my cock down until it was poised at the entrance to
heaven. I hugged Becky to me, and said, "Take it slow and easy, Becky love.
I'm going to let you set the pace.  If it hurts, let us know and we'll stop
right away.  This isn't something you have to do.  If it doesn't feel good
or you decide you don't want to do it, we need to stop.  Ok?" In response,
Becky twisted her head around and kissed me soundly on the lips.  At the
same time she thrust her hips back and immediately and easily took three
inches of my cock inside her.  We both let out long, guttural moans.  The
lack of a hymen surprised me briefly before I remembered that she had
broken it during a gymnastics class a few years ago.
   She paused for a moment and I experienced the indescribably wonderful
feeling of the muscles of her oh-so-tight vagina constricting and
fluttering around the shaft of my cock.  She then began to gently rock her
hips back and forth taking an additional inch inside of her before easing
forward until only the tip remained.  As we did this, Sharon sat up and ran
her hands caressingly over both of our bodies.  We continued in this
fashion for a few minutes until I could sense that Becky was beginning to
tire.  "Do you want me to do the work for a while, sweety?", I asked.  When
she nodded in response, I withdrew from her body and eased her onto her
back, mounting her in the missionary position.
   Taking my cue from her, I worked around four inches of my cock gently in
and out of her sloppy wet little pussy.  Although the answer seemed obvious
from her continuous moans, I still felt compelled to ask her, "Are you sure
it doesn't hurt?" "Oh, no," she replied, "it feels soooo good.  Keep
fucking me!" I gradually increased both the depth and speed of my thrusts.
In no time at all she was taking my full six inches and I was driving in
and out of her rapidly.  As Becky began to moan ever more loudly, Sharon
elbowed me back and leaned in to plant light kisses all over Becky's face
while snaking her hand down to the juncture of our bodies to rub Becky's
clit.  Becky immediately exploded in a violent orgasm, the muscles of her
cunt contracting so tightly around my shaft that I feared it might be torn
off.  Already pushed to the limits of my endurance by the sheer tightness
of her little twat, I couldn't withstand her orgasmic spasms and I sprayed
her insides with my cum.
   I collapsed forward, falling between the women I loved, gasping for
breath.  They immediately cuddled up to me from either side, their long red
hair pooling and mingling on my chest.  I held them close and we enjoyed a
three way kiss that seemed to go on forever.  Finally, Sharon disengaged
and I felt her hair trailing down my body until she took my softening cock
into her mouth, greedily sucking every last vestige of her daughter's
juices from my flesh.  When she was finally satisfied, she moved back up
into my arms, flashing me her wicked grin and smacking her lips before
settling her head on my chest.
   Soon, I heard both women's breathing become deep and regular as they
drifted off to sleep.  I laid awake for quite some time, holding them to me
and basking in the afterglow of the greatest experience of my life.
   When I awoke the next morning, both women were still snoring softly on
either side of me; Becky lying on her side and Sharon sprawled out on her
stomach.  Careful not to wake them, I got up to empty my bladder, brush my
teeth and get the coffee started.  Returning to the bedroom, I found them
still in the same positions.  As I stood at the foot of the bed lovingly
regarding the beautiful women in my life, I came to the realization that
Sharon hadn't cum during the festivities of the prior night.  "Well," I
thought to myself, "I know how to fix that."
   I eased onto the foot of the bed and gently spread Sharon's legs a
little further apart.  Leaning forward, I teased her clit with my tongue
before running the flat of it up the length of her slit, rimming her labia.
She awoke with a moan and spread her legs even further apart.  I dove into
her sweet, shaven pussy with a passion, watching gleefully as her buttocks
began to clench as she humped into the bed.  Apparently she was still quite
horny from last night as she came quickly and kept cumming as I continued
my oral ministrations.  After a good fifteen minutes had passed, she cried
out, "Stop!  I need a cock!  Now!" Chuckling at her demands, I halted her
attempt to roll over on her back and got up on my knees behind her as I
pulled her hips up from the bed.  As I entered her forcefully from behind,
she sank her chest back down to the bed and clutched at the mattress
frantically with both hands.  I fucked her rapidly.  Looking down between
the "v" of her ass cheeks, I thrilled to the sight of her labia clinging to
my cock each time I pulled it from her depths.
   Hearing a moan beside me, I looked over to see Becky sitting up and
watching us with wide eyes, her hand working busily on her little pussy. 
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sharon turn her head towards her
daughter and, for a time, we both watched our daughter pleasure herself
while we fucked.  Shortly, it became apparent that Becky was having trouble
reaching the satisfaction she craved.  With a lustful smile, Sharon said,
"Come here, dear.  Why don't you let mommy help you with that." Becky's
eyes grew even wider, but she quickly scooted over within easy reach of
Sharon's arms.  Sharon grasped Becky by the hips and pulled her even
closer. Sharon licked her lips while looking into Becky's eyes to make sure
her daughter was ok with what Sharon obviously wanted to do.  Seeing no
objection, Sharon craned her neck forward and planted a kiss on Becky's
turgid clitoris.  When there was still no protest, she began to tongue her
daughter's pussy in earnest.
   The girls orgasmed again and again, their high thin moans punctuated by
the soft sounds of my loins slapping against Sharon's pertly upturned ass
and Sharon's face smacking into the soft, smooth flesh of Becky's pussy. 
Finally, I could take no more.  I thrust myself into Sharon and my seed
burst forth into her depths.  When I could move again, I pulled myself up
next to my wife and daughter and watched as Sharon brought Becky to a final
orgasm with her tongue.  Afterward, we cuddled for a moment before Becky,
in what was quickly becoming a family ritual, bent down to suck her
parents' combined juices from my cock.  When she was done, she sat up and
licked and smacked her lips lasciviously.  She shot me a grin and I held
open my arms to her.  Instead of accepting my proffered cuddle, I saw her
eye her mother's supine form.  Sharon had her arm draped over her face as
she tried to recover from her many orgasms.  She never saw it coming.
   Smiling at me with mischief in her eyes, Becky crawled to the other side
of the bed and swooped down on her mother, running her tongue up the cleft
of Sharon's sex.  Sharon's arms flew out to her sides and she fixed me and
then Becky with a wide-eyed stare.  She reached down towards Becky's head
and I thought for a moment that she was going to push her daughter away. 
Instead she brushed the hair from Becky's face and then cradled her
daughter's head as Becky looked up at us with sparkling eyes from between
her mother's legs.  In no time at all, Sharon was shaking and moaning her
way through yet another orgasm.  When her muscles finally relaxed she
pulled her daughter up into her arms, folding her into an embrace and
kissing her deeply.  From my vantage point on the bed next to them, I
watched as their tongues dueled and ran my hands gently up and down their
bodies.
   Their kisses grew ever more passionate and I watched as Sharon went from
massaging her daughter's lust clenched buttocks to sliding a finger in and
out of Becky's sloppy wet quim.  With her other arm, Sharon pulled Becky
down into a tight hug and whispered in her ear, "I want to taste you again,
honey.  Scoot forward and let mommy lick you, baby."
   With an eager smile, Becky walked forward on her knees until she was
straddling her mother's head.  Sharon took one of Becky's firm round ass
cheeks in each of her hands and then craned her neck until she could lick
the nectar from Becky's lower lips.  The sight of my lovely daughter
squirming passionately as my wife's tongue delved her depths quickly
renewed my erection.  Carefully, so as not to interrupt their pairing, I
slid them across the bed until Sharon was lying across the bed with her
legs hanging loosely over the side.  Moving to straddle my wife's chest, I
applied gentle pressure to Becky's shoulders until she fell forward.  The
sight of my young daughter on all fours, her hips rocking from side to side
as her mother continued to use her tongue to massage Becky's clit, made my
hard cock throb in eager anticipation.  Taking my cock in hand I began to
work it up and down Becky's slit to pick up some lubrication.  Looking
down, I saw my wife staring rapturously with lust glazed eyes at the
engorged genitalia inches in front of her face.
   Once I deemed my cock to be wet enough, I positioned it at the entrance
of Becky's hairless little honeypot.  My plan had been to go slowly; after
all Becky had been a virgin just the night before.  Sharon, though, allowed
for no hesitation.  She reached up, grabbed my ass firmly with both of her
hands and pulled my hips violently forward, burying my cock in Becky's
pussy to the hilt in one quick thrust.  Becky's head flew back as she let
out a cry of mingled pain and pleasure.  I let out a deep moan of my own as
the wet, muscular sleeve of her passage shook and quivered around my shaft.
I kept my hips perfectly still for a moment, massaging Becky's back
comfortingly as she adjusted to the sudden, rude instruction of her most
intimate part.  Soon she started rolling her hips and grinding her ass back
into my groin, causing my cock to work her insides like a swizzle stick.  I
began to withdraw from her slowly when I was interrupted by a terse command
from below my hips.  "Let me do the work.  Just relax your hips." said my
wife.
   As always, I obeyed without question and Sharon used her grip on my ass
to move me in out of our daughter at an ever increasing pace.  Soon my dick
was pistoning wildly in and out of my little girl.  Crying out in a
continuous moan, Becky sank her chest to the bed, her muscles going limp as
she came again and again.  The feeling of her internal muscles spasming and
convulsing all around my cock rapidly became too much for me and, with a
deep, guttural moan, I joined my daughter in orgasmic bliss.  When I
withdrew from Becky, Sharon pressed her head upwards and tenderly cleaned
my cum from Becky's still spasming hole.
   Afterwards, we cuddled together on the bed.  Sharon whispered over and
over variations of: "That was so sexy.  I have never seen anything so hot
in all my life." Finally, Becky and I pressed Sharon's legs back into her
chest and took turns licking and sucking and the juncture of her thighs
until she obtained the release she so obviously desperately needed.
   We spent the rest of the day in bed; long periods of talking and
cuddling interspersed with steamy interludes.  The closest I came to
getting dressed was when I threw on a robe to get the pizza from the
delivery boy.
   Ever since then, Becky sleeps with Sharon and I every night, only going
to her room in the mornings to get dressed.  No, we don't have sex every
night.  Often we just cuddle lovingly before drifting off to sleep.  Sharon
and I both know that this can't last forever, that eventually Becky will
move on to a boyfriend her own age.  When this inevitably comes to pass, we
won't resist, but will instead give our daughter every bit of encouragement
and love she needs to find her own path in life.  I can't help but hope,
though, that that day is a long time coming.
   
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