I let my mind wander and fiction comes out. Stories about adults
having sex with kids, kids having sex with kids, kids having sex with
animals and so on and so forth. If you do not like that, do not read
it... and certainly do not do it at home. 
Feedback welcome: bretcormack@gmail.com
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This story is based on a tv-show called 'My Wife And Kids', about a
mom and dad, Jay and Michael (FM), and their three children: 15-year
old Michael Jr. (b), 12-year old Claire (f) and 5-year old Kady (g).
In the sitcom they do funny things. In my story... they do each other.
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Sex With The Kids

Michael was sitting in the living room, relaxing after a hard day's
work, contemplating what to do: playing Death Race 2000 on his
Playstation, or jerking off to some fine kiddieporn he had downloaded
from an the internet the other day. Ginny And Daddy Anal Fun was the
file name and the clip lasted a good seven minutes. That would just
about take him to the edge, leaving the actual cumming while he looked
at a few pics of his favorite preteen model Blue, in one of her skimpy
bikini shots. He made the choice to jerk off first, and then play some
Death Race, and loaded up the clip ready to play, when his 12-year old
daughter Claire entered the room and plunged down next to him on the
coach, sighing loudly. Claire had recently begun to develop breasts.
Small, perky cones, peeking through every tight shirt she wore.
Michael really liked to look at them, and it always gave him a
hard-on. Also her butt was starting to fill out nicely and round. With
her luscious, red and always glossy lips and her big dark eyes, Claire
was slowly turning into a cocktease first class, Michael thought, and
he bet a lot of boys were having the same lewd thoughts watching her
stroll by in the school hall ways, and even on the streets some men
were bound to have turned their heads as well. Michael loved the idea
of boys and men drooling over his little girl. He could imagine them
getting a hard-on, just like he was having now, and going home to have
sex with their wives, while thinking of that sexy jailbait they saw on
the streets, or going in some public toilet and jerk off in there,
with Claire still fresh on their minds. God knows how many times he'd
done the same, after seeing a young hottie in a store or on the
sidewalk.
Claire sighed again, even louder this time.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" Michael asked. "Had a hard day at
school... fighting off all the horny boys who are after a piece of..."
"Oh daddy! PLEASE!"
Claire rolled her eyes.
"That's not it."
"Oh? What is it then? You can tell daddy. Come on. What's the matter
with my beautiful princess?"
"It's... oh... well, it's like I got a date tomorrow, see. My first
proper one, daddy! And... and... AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!!!!"
"Hey, ho! Calm down, angel."
Michael looked at Claire's face, which looked troubled and on the
verge of breaking into tears.
"It can't be that bad, can it?"
"It is, daddy! It so IS!"
Michael turned to his daughter.
"Tell daddy. Go on."
"I... got my very first date... and... and... I don't know HOW TO KISS! UGH!"
Michael looked at her puzzled. Did she mean it? How was this possible?
Here was a girl who had had experiences in every field and form of sex
imaginable, from... the day after she was born practically, with a man
(himself), a woman (her mother, Jay), an older boy (her brother
Junior), even the occasional dog when they had one or a pony, when
they had access to one; a girl who had led her baby sister Cady in her
first sex steps... and THIS girl... had not got a clue how to kiss a
boy?!
"I know, daddy! I know what you're thinking! I know ALL about sex
there IS to know..."
"Well, 'all'..." uttered Michael, but Claire's fiery eyes shut him up quickly.
"...And I don't know how to give a kiss to a boy. What do I do? Do I
stick out my tongue... or let HIM stick it into MY mouth? And then
what do I do with it?"
"You could..."
"I... DON'T... KNOW, DADDIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
 "Shhh... shhh... darling..."
Michael opened his arms and hugged his upset daughter. What are
daddies for, he thought... and lifted Claire's head with a finger
under her chin, meeting her closed lips with his.
"Open slightly, doll," he whispered, and brushed his lips against
hers, slipping the tip of his tongue between them.
Claire responded by sticking her tongue against his, circling it, like
she would do with the head of a dick.
"Is that good, daddy?"
"Oh yes, sweetheart. You're a natural born kisser."
Michael pushed his tongue deeper into his daughter's mouth, who opened
it wider under his pressure. He pressed his lips against hers and soon
both their tongues were twisting and turning around each other's.
Lip-locked and tongue-locked in a French kiss that lasted more than a
minute.
"OH MY GOD!," shrieked Claire, when their lips finally parted. "Is
that it? It's like... like... sucking cock, really!"
"Yes, baby. There's really nothing more to it. Now, shut up... and
kiss daddy some more."
Claire was getting into the swing of things now. She straddled her
father and threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth
against his. Tongues were flicking in and out, sucking, teasing,
licking and probing. Michael had his hands on his daughter's butt and
let them wander up her back... under her shirt, where they soon met
with her bra. Without hesitation, he unclipped it, freeing the girl's
budding boobs. She moaned when his hands cupped them and started to
squeeze and gently kneed them, rolling the big, puffy nipples between
his thumbs and index fingers. Claire stretched her arms above her head
and let her father pull her shirt and bra off in one go. They
continued to kiss, while Michael took his shirt off. They were both
humping and grinding and squirming their bodies, while struggling to
get rid of the rest of their clothes off. When they were both naked,
Claire positioned herself on her daddy's lap again. Her soaking, bald
pussy invitingly stretched open, only centimeters away from his
swollen cock head. Michael guided his fat, veiny dick inside his
daughter's pussy and she started to ride him, taking him deeper and
deeper into her.
"Oh... baby... fuck..." Michael grunted.
"Daddy... hmmmmmmmm..."
Father and preteen daughter fucked passionately on the couch. Their
bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Michael groped Claire's firm butt
cheeks, pulling them apart, so his cock could penetrate even deeper
into her. She clung unto her father's muscular body, caressing his
shoulders and arms, pressing her small tits against his chest,
offering them to him, letting him squeeze them and take the hard
nipple into his mouth to suck on.
When Michael started to squirt his load inside his young daughter's
body, he could feel by her contracting pussy, she was orgasming too.
He'd always loved when they came so perfectly together. He and his
little girl. Always been a perfect fuck.


  
Sex With The Kids