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Dirty Thoughts (family inc)
Anonymous Author (c) 1991
 
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I was sitting in the living room, relaxing after work.  
Susan, my wife was still at work (she worked the swing 
shift) so Cathy, our eighteen year old foster daughter, and I 
had the house to ourselves.  

We didn't bear any grudges, but 
ever since we had taken Cathy in, our sex lives had been 
severely restricted, especially mine.  Although Susan and I 
enjoyed many different variations, I had always been more 
experimental than her, and quite often found her limits to 
be less than mine.  I used to be able to get rid of my 
frustrations in the evenings by jacking off to speciality 
books and videos, but with Cathy around this was not so easy 
anymore. 

During a quiet moment on the television, I heard something 
like a sob from Cathy's bedroom.  Walking over, I knocked on 
the door "Cathy, are you Okay, babe?  What's the matter?"  
No answer, just quiet sniffing from the other side of the 
door. 

"Cath, I'm coming in, Okay?" 

Opening the door, I found her curled up on her bed, hugging 
a pillow, tear stained face looking at me. 

"What's the matter, kid, why don't you tell me about it?".  

Cathy had been living with us for six years now, and was 
developing into a fine young woman.  We had grown close in 
this time, and had formed a pretty tight relationship; our 
discussions had broached many subjects, including sex, and I 
felt that we could talk to each other about anything, even 
things that we would not discuss with Susan. 

I sat down on the bed and stroked her back and shoulders, 
noticing for the first time that she was wearing only a T-
shirt and panties.  This was not unusual, Cathy had simply 
followed Susan's dress code and I had slowly come to terms 
with seeing her walking around the house scantily dressed. 
She looked up at me and said "Oh, Daddy, I don't know, I'm 
so unhappy, the guys at school have been making fun of me 
all day" 

"Why baby, what have they been saying?" 

"Oh, nasty things", she sobbed, "but I think they're right" 

"What things?" I asked again, it was unusual for her to be 
so cryptic. 

"Well, just things, they say I'm sick in the head" 

"Why would they say that, Cath, you're not sick in the head, 
or anything like it.  Come on, tell me all about it, I can't 
help if I don't know what's going on". 

"Well, promise it's between just you and me, you mustn't say 
anything to anyone?" 

"Of course, you know I wouldn't do that" 

"I, uh, I was out with Jimmy last night, you know, and we 
were fooling around, you know?" 

"Yes, I know, we've talked about this before, you know we 
don't mind if you are careful and responsible".  Cathy and I 
had talked about sex a few times alone, and also with Susan, 
and we had tried to instill a responsible attitude about it 
into her young mind.  She was on the pill, and we tried to 
make her understand both the joys and the dangers of sex.  
Jimmy, the boy she referred to was a nice kid, kind of 
straight and nerdy, but okay, I thought. 

"Yes, well, I, uhmm, I er asked him to touch me, and he 
thought it was dirty.  I guess he said something to a couple 
of his friends at school and they were making fun of me!" 

"Just because you wanted him to touch you?"  This didn't 
sound normal, even for straight laced Jimmy. 

"Well, I, umm, err, I wanted him to touch my err, my butt, 
you know, my hole!" 

Now I began to understand.  "It's okay, honey, you can say 
it, you wanted him to play with your asshole.  That's okay, 
it's a very sensitive area, an erogenous zone, remember we 
talked about them?". 

"Yes, but he said only perverts do things like that, that it 
was dirty." 

"Well, he was wrong, lot's of people, including me, love to 
play with assholes.  Don't worry about it, Okay?"  I was 
still stroking her back, and she rolled over to face away 
from me. 

"But, Daddy, you don't understand, I liked the thought that 
it was dirty, that's why I wanted him to do it!  I keep 
having these thoughts, I want to do naughty dirty things, it 
makes me, you know, hot when I think about them.  Doesn't 
that make me sick?" 

"No, baby, no, of course not.  We all have fantasies, things 
we would like to do, and quite often they are about things 
that some people think would be abnormal.  But I promise 
you, anything that two people enjoy, that doesn't hurt 
others, is okay.  You were just unlucky, that's all, you 
picked the wrong person to ask!" 

She fell silent for a while, and I continued massaging her 
back.  As I did, her T-shirt rode up and I was presented 
with the sight of her tight young ass, encased in pink nylon 
panties trimmed with lace around the waist and legs.  
Through the semi-transparent material I could see the dark 
cleft between her cheeks disappearing down towards her 
crotch. 

"I know, Daddy, but I don't think anyone has the same 
thoughts as I do;  they are really dirty, no-one would want 
to do them with me!" 

This was getting really intriguing, and, regardless, I 
didn't want her magnifying this into some major guilt trip 
which would be with her for years.  "Why don't you tell me 
about them, honey, I'm sure that your thoughts are nothing 
that other people haven't had.  I promise, it will just be 
between you and me." 

"Well, like I said, I dream about doing really dirty things, 
not just ordinary sex.  It makes me really hot, the more I 
think, the dirtier it gets." 

"Yes, but tell me what kinds of things.  What would you have 
liked Jimmy to do, except just touch your little asshole?  
It's okay, you can use whatever words you want, I won't 
mind." 

"I, err, I wanted him to push his finger in there, Daddy, 
and I know noone would do that because, well, you know, 
that's where I shit from." 

"Baby that's silly.  A lot of people do that." 

"I don't know Daddy, I bet you don't do it" 

I was now getting into a corner, but the sight of her panty-
clad ass, and the direction of the conversation was 
affecting me, so I ran my hand down her back and onto her 
ass.  I started stroking her outside the panties, and with 
my finger, I traced the crack of her ass down to her asshole 
and fingered it lightly. 

"Do you believe me now, baby?  If I were Jimmy, I wouldn't 
have even hesitated". 

Her ass jumped as I first touched it, then squirmed back on 
my finger, pushing the panties a fraction of an inch into 
her hot little hole. 

"Oooh, Daddy, really, you would do it?  Please?" 

I moved my hand up and under the lace waistband of her 
panties and back down her ass.  The heat was incredible as 
my middle finger felt her little hole.  I moved further down 
and felt the slippery, oily lips of her young pussy.  
Getting my finger completely wet, I moved back to her 
shithole and pushed it in a fraction of an inch.  It felt 
like I was pushing my finger into a tight burning hot 
furnace. 

She backed further onto my finger, pushing it in to the 
first knuckle.  "Hmmm Daddy, it feels good, push it in 
deeper." 

I did as she asked, and pushed my finger in to the limit, 
wiggling it around in her bowels.  "What else, honey", I 
whispered in her ear, "What else do you want to do that's so 
dirty". 

"Oooooh, Daddy, I just want to be slutty and filthy.  I want 
you to feel inside of me, I want to feel you deep inside of 
me.  I want to be dirty and rude and perverted" 

This was definitely getting hot, better in fact than many of 
my own way out dreams.  "Do it then, Cathy, do whatever you 
want.  I want to share all your fantasies with you and show 
you how much I love you" (corny, but true). 

"Mmmmm", she groaned, and I felt her ass tighten around my 
finger.  Then I sensed even more heat on my finger tip, and 
a different kind of softness.  Then I realized what it was; 
this little girl was pushing a turd down to my finger deep 
in her bowels.  "Put another one in, Daddy, it feels so 
goooood". 

I pulled out of her, and wet my index finger in the sloppy 
silkiness between the puffy lips of her pussy.  I then 
rubbed both fingers around her puckered hole, and then 
slowly pushed them back into her body.  As I got them in as 
far as possible, I started to rub them around in her bowels, 
stroking her insides. 

I lay down on the bed, facing her back and slid my other 
hand under her body and pulled her to me.  With it, I 
stroked up and down between her soft but firm young breasts, 
and her stomach which I felt tensing as my hand rubbed over 
it.  With the fingers of my other hand, I felt the turd once 
more pushing against my finger tips and rubbed them against 
it.  Hoping and guessing where this was leading, I said 
"Yes, do it baby, push it down, let me feel your shit.  I 
bet it's so hot, so soft, push it down onto my fingers, I 
want to feel it, I want to feel your hot slut shit". 

"Ohh, yes, I want to, how did you know?  How did you know 
that's what I really wanted?" 

"Because I think about the same things, honey, I just never 
met a girl who wanted to do it with me.  Now do it, push it 
down" 

She groaned again, and now I felt the hot turd completely 
envelope my finger tips.  As she relaxed her muscles it 
moved back up into her body slightly, but I could still feel 
the tip, hot against my fingers. 

"Are you sure Daddy, are you sure I can do it?" 

"I thought you wanted to be a filthy slut?  I want us to do 
everything you dreamed of, all of the things other people 
might not do, everything you thought was too disgusting, we 
are going to enjoy together.  Now, you just do whatever you 
want and talk to me while you do it.  Tell me what's going 
on in that mind of yours" 

She pushed again, and I moved my fingers around in her 
bowels, feeling the soft, hot turd as it descended through 
her body.  "Oooh, yes, I'm going to do it Daddy, I'm going 
to shit in your hand.  I'm going to squeeze it down until 
your fingers are covered in my shit.  Then I'm going to push 
harder until some of it comes out and I want you to wipe it 
all over my ass.  Can you feel it Daddy, can you feel my 
turd coming down?" 

"Yes, yes, I can.  It's hot and soft, I want to feel more of 
it.  Come on, my little slut, give it to me." 

The heat on my fingers was incredible now.  They were 
completely covered in the hot mess.  I felt her push again 
and the turd began to squeeze out between my fingers and 
around her already stretched shit hole.  While rotating my 
fingers around in her ass, I rubbed my hand around on her 
ass smearing it with shit inside her panties.  The smell of 
it mixed with the smell of her hot cunt, and the combination 
was overpowering. 

"Ohh, yes, rub it Daddy, rub my shit on my ass, fuck my 
shitty hole with your fingers.  This is so hot, I want to 
cum." 

"Then do it, honey, make yourself cum while I fuck your ass.  
Finger your cunt while I play with your shit, it's so soft, 
so hot, I love it." 

She moved her hand down inside her panties and started to 
alternately stroke her clit and finger her pussy.  With my 
other hand I reached up and started pinching her now hard 
nipples. 

She pushed her finger deep into her cunt and groaned "Ohhh 
God, I can feel them, I can feel your fingers in my ass". 
She pressed hard against my fingers, causing more of the 
turd to squeeze out of her body.  She was going wild now, 
humping on both of our hands. 

I pulled my fingers out of her ass and rub the turd all over 
her cheeks.  I then pulled them out from her panties and 
reached over to her face.  "Suck them slut, suck your shit 
off my fingers.  I want to see you stick your toungue out 
and lick your sweet turd". 

She opened her mouth and I pushed my brown fingers in.  She 
closed her lips over them and I felt her tongue running 
around them, licking them clean.  I pulled them out and her 
tongue followed; it also was brown now, covered in her own 
shit.  Her fingers were going wild now, frantically frigging 
her clit and fucking her pussy. 

I pulled her face towards me and kissed her lips.  Her eyes 
opened wide as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.  I could 
now taste the stuff which had been transferred from her 
bowels to my fingers and, via her mouth, back to her 
stomach.  It was bitter but the extreme perversion of the 
moment made it pleasurable as I sucked the shit off her 
tongue.  This last act sent her over the edge and she tensed 
and shook in the throes of an orgasm, twitching against my 
body. 

As she relaxed, she looked at me and whispered "Oh, Daddy, 
thank-you.  That was so hot, so dirty, I loved it.  Thank 
you." 

"Yes, baby, it was hot and dirty, but, you see, not so dirty 
that you are the only one who could imagine doing it.  I 
want us to share all of our fantasies together." 

"Yes, I want to do that, but now I really have to go to the 
bathroom.  Now I really need to pee and shit." 

"Okay, I'll come with you." 

She looked at me kind of puzzled, but we climbed off the bed 
and moved into the bathroom which was part of her bedroom. 

"Get in the shower stall baby, I want to watch you do it." 

She smiled at me and, after removing her T-shirt, stepped 
into the stall.  She then slid the panties down her ass, and 
off her legs, dropping the soiled nylon at her feet. 

"Okay, now squat down and do it, baby, be a slut and go to 
the bathroom in front of me.  I want to watch you do it." 

She turned her back to me and knelt on the floor.  As she 
leaned forward, I stared at the cheeks of her ass, covered 
in shit, her shithole still strtched open, and her swollen, 
red cunt lips, still parted and wet. 

She again tensed her muscles and, as I watched, the turd I 
had played with eased out of her body.  First an inch, then 
more and more until about six inches were hanging from her 
ass.  It dropped onto the floor of the shower and as it did, 
she released her bladder, spraying hot piss out of her cunt. 

I reached out and cupped my hand under the spray, as it 
filled, it lifted it up and emptied the contents on her ass, 
then rubbed it in to mix with the mess that was already 
there.  Then leaning forward, I said "I love you baby, I 
love what you are doing, and this is to show you that you 
are not alone".  Leaning even further, I started licking her 
cheeks and then sucked at her ass.  The taste of her shit, 
mixed with piss was intense, but I continued licking and 
swallowing.  She ground her crotch back into my face, 
covering it with her excretions, and came again. 

We both stood up and, staring at her I stripped and climbed 
into the shower with her.  pulling her back into my body 
with one hand, I rubbed my aching dick up and down in the 
mess between her ass cheeks.  Then, reaching down I started 
to stroke it and, within moments, shot jets of cum into her 
crack.  She turned to face me and scooped her fingers up 
into her ass and brought them up between our faces.  They 
were covered in piss and shit and cum, and smiling at each 
other we took turns licking them clean. 

It took about twenty minutes of showering to clean ourselves 
up, but while we did we talked about our fantasies.  I was 
amazed to discover that this little sixteen year old had 
very similar, extreme perversions as myself.  She wanted to 
repeat our performance outdoors, maybe in the desert.  She 
wanted people to see her go to the bathroom.  She wanted to 
try sex with animals and with other people (boys and girls), 
she wanted to taste someone elses piss and shit, and she 
wanted to be exposed in public.  She even wanted to 
experiment with pain.  It was definitely going to be a long, 
hot summer! 