
                               MEGAN 3
                             by Q. Kimber


The plan initiated in part 2 of Megan's story comes to fruition in
this third part.  

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I have often wondered at what age we stop "poo-pooing" the things 
our children say and begin to take them seriously.  Of course, 
all children grow up eventually (we hope) and start to think as 
mature adults.  But there is an indefinable period, probably 
sometime during adolescence that the child not only begins to 
make sense, but often notes that the parent is not always 
correct.  This so-called disintegration of the parental 
perfection syndrome takes place, usually, in the mind of the 
younger adolescent.  Pubescent children search for and find 
chinks in the previously assumed perfection of their parents.  In 
most cases, the adolescent, having found some imperfections, 
believes the parent to be totally without any merit.  As maturity 
sets in, the older adolescent recognizes that no one is perfect 
and that the parents, within limits, have considerable experience 
and knowledge which gives them standing.  The childhood illusion 
of perfection never returns.

There is an old joke: "When I was sixteen, I thought my parents 
knew nothing...and when I was twenty-one, I was amazed at how 
much they had learned in five years."

The problem with trying to establish a specific age for this is 
that degrees of maturity set in at different ages.  Megan was 
still a few months short of being thirteen, and far from being 
what anyone would call "mature," yet the extensiveness of her 
sexuality and sexual upbringing did bring a degree of mental 
maturity to her that I sometimes found frightening.  Physically, 
she was still twelve.  Her breasts were little more than enlarged 
nipples, her pubis was just starting to show signs of a growth of 
darker hair, her hips had only started to round.  But mentally, 
she often took a position contrary to mine and then proved 
herself to be right.

The most flagrant example of this is that after I started my 
sexual liaison with Megan, there would be nights when I would 
wake up in a cold sweat fearful that the police were about to 
break-in and find me in a compromising position with my adopted 
daughter.  More realistic were my fears that she would tell one 
of her girlfriends who, in turn, might tell her parents, who in 
turn...well, you understand.  Of course, none of my fears ever 
materialized, and I began to understand that Megan could be 
trusted to the nth degree. 

The fact that she was still so young helped allay my fears 
because (I naively thought) that little girls never talked with 
each other about sex.  Their lives were filled with rock stars 
and dolls.  It's amazing how  we forget about our own youth..  In 
fact, Megan took the patience to explain to me, that sex was the 
most talked about thing in pre-pubescent girls. And, that sexual 
activity in pre-pubescent girls, while not overwhelming, was 
none-the-less quite significant.  This thought gave new birth to 
my fears because if children talk about sex, in general, they may 
also talk about their sexual experiences... and with whom they 
have had them.

That's why Megan's suggestion that I add some of her friends to 
my world of sex came as the first of many surprises.  Other 
surprises included my discovering that I was not the "teacher" 
teaching young girls about sex...but rather, I was the student. 
Another surprise was learning the extent to which pre-teens have 
now become sexually active.  Perhaps they were just as active 
when I went to school, but if so, I was totally unaware of it.  
There was the occasional one or two girls in my class that we all 
whispered about...but now it seems that the one or two girls that 
are whispered about are the ones who are not experimenting with 
sex.  The biggest surprise of all (and I get hard even thinking 
about it) was the completely uninhibited nature of Megan's 
friends.  They were all a little shy and reticent, at first, but 
once the floodgates were opened...watch out!  They were not just 
"willing" to please, they were "anxious" to please and demanding 
as to their own pleasure.  What happened next in my life with 
Megan was a completely unexpected (and delightful) experience.   

Megan assuaged my initial fears by assuring me that her friends 
would never tell anyone about a sexual liaison with me because it 
would shatter their own parents image of them, and because they 
would not like to lose me as a potential sex partner (Megan 
believes I am a great lover).  I found this a little difficult to 
fathom, because I was certain that very young girls would much 
prefer boys their own age as sex partners.  Again, I was wrong 
and Megan was right.  

I really did not expect Megan to take complete control of the 
situation and direct it like some Hollywood mogul behind a 
camera...but that's exactly what she did.

On Saturday, the parade began at about 11:00AM:  Car after car 
drove up my driveway, and the mothers and fathers dropped off 
their little girls for Megan's swimming party.  A few of the 
divorced mothers asked if they could stay and help me supervise, 
but I explained this was my daughter's party and adults were to 
be kept out of sight.  I assured each and every one that lunch 
would be provided for all and that I would personally observe 
from a discreet distance to see that everything stayed under 
control.  Hah!  

All in all, there were six girls plus Megan.  Megan had chosen 
each of them with great care.  Despite their almost straight 
bodies (a couple were quite developed) each one had the face of 
an angel.  None had the typical adolescent complexion problems, 
and all looked like you would expect seventh-graders to look.

They all went up to my spare guest bedroom and changed into their 
miniscule bikinis, and ran down the stairs to the pool.  Despite 
my obvious arousal at seeing all these girls wearing a minimum of 
clothing, I had to admit, Megan was still the prettiest.  As she 
walked toward the pool area, she turned to me and whispered, 
"Daddy...take your pick!"  Then she ran out to join her friends 
already causing havoc in the pool.

I changed into my loosest fitting trunks, so as not to be 
obvious, and joined the girls at the pool.  As soon as I stepped 
outside, they started giggling, screaming and shrieking for me to 
join them in the pool...so I did.  I got dunked more than a few 
times and I did some dunking of my own.  On numerous occasions I 
would brush up against some of the girls' private body parts, but 
no one made anything of it.  It was all good, clean fun.

After lunch (I had pizza delivered), is when the real fun began.  
Everyone decided to soak up the sun for a little while after 
lunch.  Megan started the ball rolling buy sitting up, and 
casually removing her bikini top.

One of the girls, Brittany, a cute, natural redhead, sat up and 
looked astonished.  "Megan...Your top!" she exclaimed.  
Immediately all of the other girls sat up to notice.

Megan smiled and said, "If you've got it...flaunt it!"

Another girl, Hillary, a slender brunette, piped up, "...Oh my 
God...but your father..."

"My dad understands me perfectly.  Don't you dad?"  I smiled and 
nodded.
"Besides," continued Megan, "He's seen lots of girls without 
their tops."

The girls looked at each other, half giggling, half uncertain as 
to what to do next.  A strikingly pretty girl named Lane, picked 
up the hanging threads.  "Ok," said Lane, "If you can go without 
a top, so can I."  She put her hands behind her back, unhooked 
her top and threw it into the pool.  Her breasts were miniature 
adult breasts.  They were very small, but perfectly proportioned 
with small, nickel-sized pink nipples.

The Anderson twins, Kim and Kelly, were next.  They laughed and 
said, "Why not?"  Surprisingly, although their faces were almost 
mirrors of each other, Kelly had large, pointed nipples poking 
out of her flat chest, and Kim was completely flat with no sign 
of a matured breast.  Within less than a minute, all the tops 
were off.  The girls threw their tops into the pool then dove in 
after them.  Megan, too joined the fun.  The girls would come up 
with a top and another would pull it from her and throw it back 
in the pool.

I couldn't possibly resist.  I dove in with the girls, and 
splashed around with them, yanking an occasional top and throwing 
it elsewhere in the pool.  We were all having fun, and my hands 
got to feel, brush against and cup a lot of titties.

I was having so much fun, I almost didn't notice that Megan and 
Kim dove underneath Kelly and yanked her bikini bottom down.  
Kelly shrieked and dove for her bottom while Kim and Megan went 
for Hillary's bikini bottoms.  Then Kelly, the most fully 
developed one there, grabbed Megan from behind and started 
tugging on Megan's brief.  Kim joined Kelly and yanked the 
remainder of Megan's suit off.  Lane jumped into the fray and, 
with Megan's help, stripped Kim to her bare flesh.  In short 
order, all the girls were bare.  I was in heaven!

Megan stood up in the shallow end of the pool and looked at me 
with mischief in her eye.  "Let's get my dad," she yelled.  The 
girls hesitated and looked at each other only for a few seconds, 
then the girls all swam towards me as I pretended to be trying to 
get out of the pool.  They reached me in an instant and I felt 
several hands grab for the waistband of my trunks.  They pulled 
the back down quickly but they had trouble getting the front down 
because I was sporting the biggest boner I'd ever had, and the 
suit was caught on it.  Megan quickly remedied that problem as I 
bounced out of the pool onto the edge.  I sat on the edge of the 
pool with my enormous boner sticking right up into the air.  

Instantly, there was complete silence.  All the girls were 
staring at my erect phallus.

"Wow," said Lane.  "I've never seen one that big."

Hillary chimed in, "Me too..."

I didn't quite know whether to start raping the girls then and 
there or to feign modesty.  I suppose my legal instincts told me 
the latter would be the better tact to take.  I cupped my hands 
in front of my boner.  My hands were not large enough to conceal 
it completely, but it looked like I was trying.

"It's ok, dad," said Megan softly.  "They've all seen a man's 
cock before."

"But not that big," said Hillary.

Slowly, and with my best "shy" act, I removed my hands and let my 
cock stand in all its glory.

"Oh my God," said Kelly, "Can I touch it?"

"It won't bite," I replied.

Kelly, still in the water, waded over to me and touch my cock 
lightly.  It quivered at her touch and she pulled her hand back.  
Then she reached out again and started to stroke it. Less than a 
minute later, her twin, Kim came over and touched it.  Then 
Hillary, then Lane, then Brittany...and finally, the one who had 
been the most quiet one in the group, Heather.  Heather climbed 
out of the pool and sat next to me stroking it, then without 
warning, she bent over and kissed the head.  She immediately 
looked straight into my eyes to see if I was going to disapprove.  
She saw no disapproval in my eyes.  She bent over again, kissed 
it lightly, and then looked up at the other girls.  

"It's too big," said Heather.

"Baloney!" said Megan.  "What do you want, one of the pencil 
pricks like Tommy has?  This prick is a real pleasure-giver!"  I 
had to smile.  It's amazing how differently girls talk with each 
other than they do at home.  I'd never heard Megan talk like 
that.

"Show me," piped Lane.  Megan didn't hesitate for a second.  She 
climbed out of the pool, walked right over to me and engulfed my 
entire cock in her mouth.  Her mouth slid up and down me a few 
times, then she lifted her head and smiled. "See?"

"Oh M'God," gasped Kelly, "Megan, that's your father..."

Megan retorted.  "No, he isn't.  I'm adopted!"  As if that alone 
was sufficient to satisfy all the girls present, Megan smiled 
smugly.  The other girls were silent for a few seconds, then 
started to giggle.

"I wanna try," said Kim.  Megan stepped aside and Kim came over 
to me virtually ignoring the fact that the cock was attached to a 
grown man many years her senior.  She knelt down alongside of me 
and gently licked the head of my cock...then slowly, she let the 
head slip into her mouth.  Her tongue worked furiously on the 
head and some of her saliva began to dribble down my shaft.  She 
took her hand, and using the saliva as a lubricant, started to 
massage the shaft, little by little taking it into her mouth.

"My turn," demanded her twin sister, Kelly. Kim lifted off and 
smiled as Kelly took her turn.  For some reason, Kelly was able 
to take the shaft much deeper into her mouth.  I lay back to 
enjoy it all.  After Kelly, Heather took another turn...much more 
successful than her first try.  Then one-by-one each of the girls 
took a few licks.  I leaned up and looked for Megan.  She was 
standing alone at one end of the pool with one finger on her 
clit, masturbating furiously.

Brittany lifted her head after completely engulfing my member and 
said, "This is a lot more fun than Tommy."  The other girls 
laughed in agreement.

Kim was busy licking the underside of my shaft, when I sat up.  
"Hey girls...this isn't fair.  You've given me so much pleasure, 
and I haven't had a chance to return the favor."
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Megan going through the 
throes of an orgasm.

"You wanna eat my pie?" squealed Lane. 

"I want to eat all your pies," I replied.

Morality is a funny thing.  Just when you think it has completely 
disappeared, it rears its ugly head.  

"We shouldn't be doing this," said Brittany.  "What if our folks 
find out?"  

I felt a brief quiver of a butterfly in my stomach, but smiled 
casually and pointed to my security cameras on the edge of my 
roof.  "I'm making a movie of this and I plan to send it to each 
of your parents and Disney Pictures.  We can all become movie 
stars."  

Complete silence for about ten seconds.  Then Kelly said, "I 
think he's joking."

"Of course he's joking, stupid," piped Megan. "He's got as much 
to lose as we have if he blabs."

"Nobody's gonna say anything...not until he's eaten my pie!" 
commanded Lane.  And, while Kim resumed giving me a fantastic 
blow job, Lane squatted down over my face and  centered her pussy 
square on my mouth.  I tasted the sweetest pussy I have ever 
tasted!  My tongue caressed her labia surrounded by a soft, 
brown, downy growth of hair, then separated her lips and searched 
until it found her clitoris hood, and then I let my tongue go to 
work.  Lane ground her pelvis into my face and in a matter of 
less than two minutes she started the first of what must've been 
a dozen orgasms in succession. Lane was multi orgasmic, but was 
laughing, giggling and having the time of her life while I ate 
her out.

"My turn...my turn," piped Kim getting up from giving me a blow 
job.  No sooner had Kim gotten up when one of the other girls (I 
don't even know who because my eyes could only see the pelvis and 
cunt lips my tongue was licking furiously) replaced her and I 
felt a completely different tongue on my dick.  Without seeing 
who it was, the style was very different...and most satisfying.

"Me, too," chimed Hillary.

Lane spoke in a high-pitched whisper from her lack of breath as 
she continued to orgasm.  "You all wait until I'm finished."

I'm not even certain when Lane dismounted my face and Heather 
climbed on.  I was too occupied cumming into some young girl's 
mouth while others were playing with me and still others were 
watching, masturbating furiously.  I can say this:  I have tasted 
a fair number of pussies in my lifetime, but the sweet taste of a 
young girl's pussy is without equal anywhere in the world.  The 
energy that emanates from their body comes right through into 
their juices.  And the fun...there's no other word for it...the 
fun!

Most women become very intense when you make love with them.  Not 
these girls.  They were plain and simply having fun; unabashedly 
enjoying themselves, playing with my dick when it got soft until 
it got hard again.  No guilt or concern about involvements. 
spying husbands...or parents...just having a good time and not 
caring who knows it.  Like Kelly rocking her pelvis over my mouth 
and asking the other girls, "Am I doing it right?   Oh my God it 
feels great!"  My moment in Shangri La was disturbed by the 
incessant ringing of my telephone.  Try as I may, I couldn't get 
up to answer it.  Fortunately, Megan saw my situation and she 
picked it up.  A minute later she came over to me and talked to 
Kelly who was on my face.  As Kelly stood up, I could see it was 
Heather who was now fondling my balls.  

"Your parents called.  They're on their way over to pick you and 
your sister up.  There's been a change of plans."

The moans of the two girls were a clear tribute to the fact that 
they did not want to leave.  As Kelly dismounted me, I pushed 
myself up to a sitting position.  "We'd better get our swimsuits 
on and get ready for visitors."  Again, another round of groans.   
But, in less than five minutes, we all looked like it was an 
innocent swimming party...and not any too soon.  In less than ten 
minutes from the time of the telephone call, the chimes on my 
front door sounded.  I answered the door wearing a terrycloth 
robe over my trunks.

Mrs. Anderson was all smiles.  She apologized for having to take 
the girls home, but she had completely forgotten her daughters 
had a class in preparation for their confirmation next month.  I 
politely told Mrs. Anderson that there would never be two more 
beautiful girls confirmed by the church.  Kim asked her mother if 
I could come to the confirmation, and I, of course,  said I would 
be delighted.  Mrs. Anderson shoo'd her daughters out to the car, 
then spoke softly to me.

"I hope they behaved themselves.  They may look like angels...but 
they've got their moments."

I smiled understandingly.  "I know just what you mean.  Your 
daughters are welcome here anytime."  Mrs. Anderson glowed with 
pride for a second, then hugged me, turned and left.  I turned 
and headed back to the pool area.  Much to my surprise, no one 
was there.  I looked around and walked back into the house.  I 
heard Megan's voice:  "They're gone, daddy.  We're all up here in 
the guest room."

My heart began to pound with anticipation as I headed up the 
stairs.  When I got to the guest room, Megan was sitting on the 
bed in her wet swim suit...but otherwise the room was empty.  
Megan patted the spot next to her and invited me to sit down.  I 
did.

Suddenly the closet doors sprang open and four of the prettiest 
pubescent girls, giggling and laughing sprang into the room and 
onto the bed.  Megan's swimsuit and my robe and trunks were the 
only wearing apparel anywhere.  The girls playfully pushed me 
onto my back, opened my robe and divested me of my trunks.  Lane 
immediately positioned her hips over my mouth while Hillary laid 
across my abdomen and began to lick my cock and Brittany started 
playing with my balls.  I reached out with one hand and started 
massaging Brittany's pussy.  It was quite moist

We didn't continue in this position for very long, just barely 
long enough for Lane to have another orgasm, when Megan took 
control of the situation:  "Hey," she said to the other girls, 
"Take it easy.  I know my dad...There's enough to go around...but 
not if you all jump him at once."

"I don't ever want to stop," gasped Lane.

"Got to.  Everyone wants a turn...right?"

Lane ground her pussy into my face again, then laughed like 
someone just finishing a roller coaster ride.  She got off my 
face.  I sat up, my face full of Lane's juices and my cock 
covered with Hillary's.

"Let's do this one on one," said Megan.  "We each get ten minutes 
with my dad, and we all get to watch when it's not our turn.  Ok, 
Who's first?"

As expected, Lane volunteered.  I sat up on the edge of the bed 
and carefully straddled her legs around mine.

"This is my first time," she whispered,  "Please don't hurt me."

"I'll be gentle.  If I hurt you, just say so and I'll stop."

I began to rub my rigid member up and down against her very wet 
slit. Slowly, I used the head to part her labial lips, and I 
exerted only the slightest pressure.

"Stop!" she said, a look of fear on her face.  I stopped 
instantly.  Lane turned to her friends and laughed.  "I just 
wanted to see if he would."  They all laughed with her.
Again, I started to push my hips upward.  I could almost feel the 
resistance of her hymen stretching until almost half-an-inch was 
inside her and her labia looked like it was being stretched to 
the limit.  Suddenly, and with a sloppy "pop," the full head of 
my cock was inside her.  I'm not an expert in virginity, but it 
did not feel like I'd broken through anything. Lane didn't scream 
and I saw no blood dripping onto me.  Lane began to slowly push 
her hips downward.  Much to my surprise, my cock did not 
encounter any more resistance than the gradual opening of  a very 
soft, but tight, tunnel yielding to my phallus and then closing 
around it.  Almost half of my shaft was inside her.  Then Lane 
started to rise and fall on my shaft very slowly, without further 
resistance.  Soon, on her downstroke, almost three-fourths of my 
shaft was  inside her.  I was really beginning to enjoy it as 
Lane closed her eyes for better concentration and her lips 
betrayed complete abandonment and appreciation of the feelings 
coursing through her body.

"Time!" snapped Megan.  Lane opened her eyes, and then with one 
last push, buried me  completely inside her.  Then, with a look 
of accomplishment, she dismounted my lap.  As she got off my lap, 
my cock felt like it had been abandoned by a very warm and 
pleasurable home.

"Whose next?" asked Megan.  No one responded.

Hillary said, "I don't want to have a baby."

I sat up and looked at Hillary.  Despite her tender years, her 
eyes were filled with lust.  I knew all she needed was a little 
coaxing.  I softly took her hand in mine and looked straight into 
her hazel eyes.  "Hillary...first of all, you're too young to 
become pregnant.  Second, I'm too old to make you pregnant.  
Third, if something went wrong and you did become pregnant, I'd 
do whatever was necessary to keep it a secret and have it taken 
care of.  And finally, you're so beautiful and desirable, it's 
hard not to think of sharing a fantastic, thrilling experience 
with you."

"But I never went all the way before," she protested meekly.

Gently. I pulled her hands to bring her closer to me and kissed 
her cheek; then her neck, then her ear; then to the other side of 
her face.  I could feel her resistance melting.  I gently kissed 
her very flat nipples and let my tongue linger on them.  As I 
sucked on them and bit them gently, I heard an involuntary moan 
escape her lips.  Slowly, my mouth never leaving her breasts, I 
lifted her onto my lap so that her pelvis rested on the back of 
my erection, and I slowly started to rock her hips over my still 
member.  As if by instinct, she centered her labia over the back 
of my cock and I could feel her juices starting to flow as the 
back of my cock separated her soft cunt lips.  I let this motion 
continue for several minutes before using my hand to guide my 
cock so that now her spread lips were sliding back and forth over 
the head of my still very stiff cock.  I stopped guiding her hips 
and her rocking motion continued.  I could see all the other 
girls observing closely.

"Don't hurt me," whispered Hillary.

"Whenever you want me to stop, I will," I muttered with my lips 
still against one breast.  Gently, I began an upwards thrust with 
my cock, and Hillary replied with a slight downward movement of 
her hips.  Slowly, ever so slowly, the head of my cock was 
beginning to disappear from sight. 

"Hillary," I mumbled, "There may be a little pain when I pop your 
cherry, but it will be brief."  I eased myself into her as far as 
I could, which was less than an inch, and felt the resistance of 
her hymen blocking my way. I gently placed my hands around her 
waist, and lifted her up slightly, then let her come down with 
the force of my hands around her waist pulling her down added to 
her own weight.  Then, without warning, with one hard upward 
thrust of my hips combined with a sharp downward pull of her 
hips, the hymen ruptured.  Hillary let out a slight yelp and 
winced as the full length of my cock slowly pushed into her and 
the walls of her innermost passage parted to accommodate its 
girth.  I let her hips sit on my body for a moment to see if 
there would be a further reaction from her.  There wasn't.  There 
was a slight trickle of blood on my hips, but nothing major.  Two 
tears welled in the corners of her eyes.  After waiting for a few 
minutes. I raised her hips upwards to the head of my cock, then 
let her slide down by her own weight.  A few lifts, and Hillary 
closed her eyes and began to control the motion of her own hips.   

Despite the extreme tightness of her cunt, her movements became 
very smooth and I felt myself approaching orgasm.  She increased 
the pace of her hips, and even though her eyes were closed, I 
could tell she was near explosion.  Then it happened!  Hillary 
started to moan so loudly that it was almost a scream.  Her body 
stiffened and her hips seemed to develop a life of their own.  I 
was no longer able to control myself and I exploded inside her.  
As I did, Hillary screamed loudly and collapsed against me, my 
own cum dripping from Hillary's cunt onto my pelvis.  As she lay 
against me, I observed all of the other girls masturbating 
silently.

Slowly, Hillary sat up and opened her eyes.  "So, that's what 
it's all about," she said.  "My God...it's fantastic!"

"My turn...My turn," yelled Heather suddenly coming to life.  I 
looked over at Megan who was in the throes of an orgasm.  

 Megan slowly opened her eyes.  "Ok, Heather, you're next," she 
said.

"Wait a minute," I said gently lifting Hillary off of me and 
letting her lay down on the bed.  "Heather may be ready...but I'm 
not."  I looked down at my softening dick.

"Not a problem." Said Megan.  She swiftly positioned herself 
between my legs and started licking up the cum which had settled 
down on the bottom of my shaft and on my pubic hair.  One of the 
most arousing things about Megan, even as a little girl, was the 
way she loved to clean me up with her tongue.  She thoroughly 
enjoyed cleaning me as one cat would clean another...except 
Megan's tongue was smooth and she would occasionally leave her 
cleaning job to twirl it around my shaft.  There was no staying 
soft when Megan's mouth was at work.  As my member started to 
swell again, Megan shifted her concentration from cleaning to 
stimulating.  I have always wondered how such a small girl could 
take the entire length of my cock into her mouth.  But Megan did 
it every time.  In a matter of less than two minutes I was, 
again, very hard.  Megan lifted off of me and smiled with pride.  
"Ok, Heath...he's all yours."  Megan stood up and backed away as 
Heather, with her rust-colored hair, positioned herself between 
my legs.  Her breasts were soft cones thrusting from her chest, 
her hips were slightly rounded and there was a  patch of red 
hair, trimmed for wearing a bikini, coating her pubis. 

"I did this with Tommy," she said, "But his thing wasn't half the 
size of yours."  She sat on my lap facing me.  "If it fit into 
Lane and Hillary...it's got to fit into me."  She said it more as 
if she was trying to convince herself rather than make a 
statement of fact.  Slowly, she raised herself until her vagina 
was poised directly over the head of my cock.  I could feel the 
downward pressure of her hips over the top of my cock, then she 
slowly started to lower herself.  I could feel the moist, velvety 
warmth of her cunt, but even as she increased the pressure, my 
cock was not plunging deeper into her.

"Are you sure you did this with Tommy?" I asked.  She didn't 
reply.  Her eyes were closed and she was in deep concentration 
over what she was trying to do.  She pressed downward again...and 
this time I felt a quarter of an inch of my cock begin to enter 
her.
With determination and increased effort, she pushed down quite 
hard, and I felt something give.  With an almost imperceptible 
slip the entire head of my cock was now inside her.  Her body 
relaxed for a second, then she continued to press downward.
Slowly...very slowly, my shaft entered another very tight pussy.  
It was like the smooth, moist walls were clamping on my dick.  I 
looked up at her face. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth 
was set tightly with determination.  She continued to press 
downward and my shaft continued to bury deeper inside her.  In 
fact, there was now only an inch or two of my cock that could be 
seen between us.  She took a deep breath and again pushed 
downward until I could feel her pussy touch my pubis.  Heather 
opened her eyes and smiled, "Oh M'God...I did it.  I really did 
it."

"Let me help you," I whispered to her and stood up, my shaft 
fully deep inside her. I turned around so that her back was now 
facing the bed and I laid her down beneath me.  Gently, I raised 
her legs so that her knees were alongside of her ears. Then I 
began to slide out...and then back in.  Slowly at first, but as I 
moved, the grip around my cock seemed to relax more.  Then, while 
sliding back and forth, I moved one of my fingers to her clit and 
started to gently massage it in rhythm with my strokes.  Heather 
began to moan softly...then louder, then suddenly her hips 
started bucking out of control.  Her eyes and mouth opened wide 
and she looked like an angel in rage.  Her hips moved wildly as 
her moans became louder than screams.  Her fingernails raked 
across my back as she was thrashing so wildly as to emulate an 
epileptic seizure.  Suddenly, it stopped, and her body collapsed.  
Slowly I withdrew as her girlfriends gathered around her.

"Are you ok?" asked Lane.  No answer.

"Heath...speak to me," said Megan.  No response.

"Heather...open your eyes," cried Brittany.

Slowly, Heather opened her eyes and a wide grin formed on her 
lips.  " Oh M'God... I...think... 
I...died...and...just...went...to...Heaven," she said.  
"Megan...you were sooo right.  Tommy was nothing like this.  Your 
dad is the coolest thing I've ever known." 

"There's still something left for you, Brittany," I said.

Brittany looked at my stiff cock.  Her eyes were fairly dripping 
with passion at what she had just seen. 

"I don't think so," said Brittany.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I don't want to."

"Yes she does," said Megan.  Megan was backed up by the other 
girls.

"No," said Brittany.  

"Let's help her," said Lane grabbing one of Brittany's arms.  
Hillary grabbed the other arm.  Brittany began to fight.  Heather 
bounced off the bed and grabbed one of Brittany's legs and Megan 
grabbed the other.

"No!" shouted Brittany, "I mean it!"

Lane turned to me.  "She  wants to...she's just scared."

"Lane's right, dad." Said Megan struggling with one of Brittany's 
legs.  "All the girls have let you fuck them, except Britt...and 
it's not right for her to say no.".

The four girls lifted Brittany, spread-eagled to the bed and laid 
her face-up, spread-eagled, on the bed, each one holding an arm 
or a leg.  Brittany was crying and shaking her head from side to 
side.

"I'm sorry, Megan, I love to fuck young girls, but I've never 
taken a girl against her will.  I can't do this."

"Daddy...take my word for it...she's willing.  She's just playing 
hard-to-get.  I know her...better than you think."

Megan noticed my eyebrows raised in question.  Megan looked 
exasperated.  She turned to Brittany.  "Britt, we've all done it 
with my dad...What's the matter with you?"

"No!" 

"You let Tommy fuck you...and you let Ralph fuck you.  I know...I 
saw the pictures.  What's your problem?" asked Megan.

"They were kids from school.  They weren't somebody's father."

"And what about that Mr. Colombo you told us all about?"

Brittany stopped struggling and lifted her head.  "Mr. Colombo is 
my dad's boss.  I had to be nice to him." 

Megan smiled.  "And my dad's Mr. Colombo's boss."

Brittany turned to me.  "Is that true?"

"I'm afraid it is, Brittany." I said.

"You're Mr. Colombo's boss?" Brittany repeated incredulously.

"Actually," I began, "Vinny Colombo is a vice president of Diego 
Financial. Roy Berger is the president...and I own the company."

Heather and Hillary released Brittany's arms and Brittany propped 
herself up to a sitting position.  "Wow!"

"So you're really my father's big boss?"  I nodded my head as 
Megan and Lane released Brittany's legs.  "And you could do a lot 
for my dad, couldn't you?"

"Brittany...You are a very beautiful and incredibly delicious 
looking girl for someone so young.  I would very much like to 
fuck your brains out.  But I'm not going to do it so I can give 
your father a promotion.  Why don't we just forget it for now..."

Brittany propped herself up on the bed and squirmed closer to me.  
"No.  I don't really mind it if you want to fuck me."

"Thanks...but no thanks.  I only want to fuck girls who want me 
to fuck them."  Brittany's hands found my softening cock, and she 
began to stroke it back and forth.

"No...I really want you to fuck me."  I looked closely at 
Brittany and noticed her lips becoming puffy,  She bent over and 
kissed the head of my cock.  It stopped softening and began to 
grow again.

"I don't think so."

"Do you want me to beg?  Ok, Please fuck me."

"I don't want to be beholden to you, Brittany.  I've had enough 
virgins for one day."

Brittany smiled as she licked the head of my cock.  "There isn't 
any part of my body that's a virgin.  Now let me have that cock."  
Her lips encircled the head of my cock, then she pulled her head 
back.  "Let me have that big fat prick in my cunt," she demanded.

Lust is an amazing thing:  I certainly had no need to get laid 
again.  But looking at that beautiful child with her lips puffy 
and her eyes moist with growing desire demanding that I fuck her, 
I felt my cock getting hard again.  So did Brittany.

With one hand holding my cock, Brittany turned around so that she 
was on her knees facing away from me with her buttox high in the 
air.  Slowly she guided my prick to the warm, very wet entrance 
to her vagina.  Like a match made in heaven, what appeared to be 
a tiny opening spread wide and my cock slid easily into her.

I placed my right arm around her slender hips and my probing 
fingers found her clit, and I began to massage it in rhythm with 
my thrusts.  Brittany's hips quickly picked up the rhythm and met 
every single thrust with one of her own.  I could not hold for 
very long and I exploded inside of her.  But Brittany was not 
through yet.  As I came inside her she quickened her thrusts and 
I continued to massage her clit.  Less than a minute later, 
Brittany began to say, "yeah...yeah."  Then she started to make 
sounds like she was choking and her hips stiffened.  It felt good 
to know she was having her orgasm.  Still, her vaginal muscles 
would not release me until her body finished shuddering, and she 
slowly slipped forward, face down, on the bed.

I withdrew from Brittany and shook my head as I looked at the 
four beautiful children around me.  To look at them you would 
swear they were all the picture of innocence... angels who would 
never harbor a lascivious thought.  But despite their 
youthfulness together they had probably known sex from every 
possible aspect.  I got up from the bed and excused myself to use 
the bathroom.  I took a long pee and then went to take a shower 
while the girls played with each other for a little while.  Soon, 
they all collapsed.  Some on the bed, some on the chairs and Lane 
on the floor.  Megan came into the shower to "scrub my back."

We all went for another swim, then ordered more pizzas, and got 
dressed.  By the time their parents picked them up, they looked 
like a group of girls who were worn out from swimming and were 
filling their stomachs with pizza and coke.  Not even a clue to 
what had happened.  They all kissed each other on the cheeks and 
gave each other a friendly hug as they left talking about such 
lurid and lascivious things as getting together on Sunday to do 
their math homework.  Amazing...utterly amazing.

When the others were gone, Megan said she was exhausted and 
curled up in my lap in front of the TV.  The TV was on, but 
neither of us were watching it.

"Did I make you happy today?" she asked.

"Yes, Megan.  Very happy.  I really have to thank you for one of 
the best days of my life. 
And I want to thank you for something else.  I learned a lot 
today.  I`d always believed in the innocence of children.  How 
could I have been so blind?  And what was this thing about 
pictures of Brittany having sex with some boys?"

"We can talk about Britt later.  A lot of kids really are 
innocent, dad...but there are a lot of us who aren't.  Most 
parents think that because their kids look innocent, that they 
really are.  But kids are like adults: some of us need to have 
our hands held and our diapers changed...and believe in the Tooth 
Fairy or that we're gonna win the lottery...or that we'll marry 
some guy who'll take care of all our problems.  Some of us have 
the knack of finding problems without looking for them...or seem  
to figure out ways to get into trouble at school...and some of us 
just like to fuck."

"Megan, where do you pick up stuff like that?" 

"I hang around you a lot."

I shook my head and smiled then bent over and kissed her lightly 
on her warm cheek.  "I love you very much, Megan."

"I love you too, daddy."

