Subject: John and His Daughter Alicia (Mg, oral, incest)
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Summary:
I enjoy chatting with a father who has an eleven-year-old daughter, Alicia. He
lusts for her as only a father can lust for his daughter. A few years ago he
was arrested for sharing naughty photos of his daughter with an undercover agent
in an incest chat room but the charges were dropped. Even though his wife has
been suspicious of his computer activities ever since, he still manages to chat
with me and share his fantasies about me and his daughter. I wrote this story
based not only on his dreams and fantasies of his daughter, but actual events as
well. I'll leave any questions as to which parts are true and which exist only
in my imagination to the reader to decide.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - First Time With Her Dad
Chapter 2 - Forced To Have Sex
Chapter 1 - First Time With Her Dad
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Dear Kelly,
What do you do when you’re married and madly in love with a beautiful girl - but
she is not your wife? How do you handle a situation where you constantly lust
for and fantasize about someone – but not the person you married? Even more
important, how do you handle it when the girl you want to have sex with more
than anything else in the world is your own daughter – and she just turned
eleven years old?
Let me say up front that I am an unapologetic pedophile, and have been since I
was a young boy. There’s no sense in denying it - it’s what I am and I’m not
ashamed of it. As a young boy I would peek in on my younger sisters when they
were dressing or in the bathroom, hoping to get a glimpse of their tiny pussies
or bare chests. Later, as a typical horny teenager, I was always staring at the
younger girls in middle school, with their barely developed chests and skinny
coltish legs. I would sit and fantasize in class about having sex with them
rather than the girls my own age.
Even now as an “adult”, I enjoy walking through the mall and watching the
preteen girls with their friends and fathers, dressed up in those outrageously
slutty outfits that seem to be all the rage today. Later when I’m back home, I
jerk off as I dream about what naughty things they might be doing with their
friends or fathers when they get home or better yet, what I might do with them
if they came home with me instead.
Unfortunately, given the ridiculous rules of our society I’ve never been able to
reveal my so-called “perversions” to anyone, especially my wife. I married Jane
shortly after we graduated from high school. Everyone tried to talk us out of
it, saying we were both much too young. It wasn't long before I learned they
were right as I found myself locked into a relationship with one woman,
supposedly for the rest of my life, before I was able to do many of the things I
wanted to with a girl, things that Jane would never do for me. Jane has a hot
body and was quick to put out when we started dating (why do you think I married
her?). Even now, I still love having sex with her but she’s much too
conservative in many ways. In particular, she would never understand my
attraction to young girls, especially if that girl was her daughter.
Indeed, Jane had no clue as to why I was so ecstatic when our first child turned
out to be a girl. Lord only knows what would have happened had she been able to
read my thoughts when she told me we were having a daughter. God, it was a
dream come true for me. Now I would have a little girl now of my own – in my
house and always there for me. Best of all, I would get to watch her develop
from a small child through adulthood.
Most guys I know hated changing diapers when their kids were young. Not me. It
was the perfect excuse for me to undress our little Alicia and have her naked
right in front of me. I loved caressing her and fondling her, admiring the
baby-soft smoothness of her skin and her childish innocence as she laid there on
the table totally naked with her legs spread open for me like a miniature whore.
I would grope her tiny pussy that held so much promise for the future, even
sliding my finger along her bare pussy slit. Her little butt was so tiny and
soft and fit into just one of my hands.
When Alicia was young and inquisitive, I would let her join me in the shower.
Jane wasn’t too thrilled about it at first but since Alicia was only a few years
old, I convinced Jane that she would never remember it when she got older so
there was no harm. What Jane DIDN’T know was what I was doing with our darling
little girl when she wasn't around. Let’s just say Alicia was the perfect
height to keep her daddy nice and clean where he wanted her help the most. Of
course, at that age she had no idea what she was doing to me or why my dick
would grow to be hard when she rubbed it with her hands, but it was still a
massive turn-on for me whenever I felt her wet hands stroking up and down my
hard shaft. More than a few time I would cum on her but the hot shower quickly
washed away the evidence. Needless to say I was dying to have her suck my dick
but never could quite summon the courage. At times her mouth would be just
inches away from my erection while she “cleaned” me. All I would have had to do
was pull her head forward just a little bit and I knew she would instinctively
start sucking my dick. Deep down, however, I knew that having her wash my cock
would have been hard enough as it was to explain should she ever say anything to
Jane!
When Alicia got a little older, Jane insisted the father-daughter showers stop
and I knew better than to protest. What I started doing instead was sneaking
into Alicia’s bedroom at night after she went to sleep. One thing about kids at
that age, once they’re asleep it takes an earthquake to wake them up! My dick
would get so hard I thought it would burst when I pulled the covers back and
gazed at her tiny body. Being careful not to wake her, I would pull her pajama
bottoms down until her adorable little bottom was completely exposed. God she
had such a pretty ass! Taking my hard dick in my hand, I would rub the head
against her bare butt, feeling the warm softness of her skin against the
sensitive head of my cock. It took a few more tries before I got the courage to
move up to her face and rub myself against her cheeks and lips. In my dreams
she would wake up and start sucking my cock but in reality she remained asleep
the entire time. A few times I would even press my dick against her lips,
pushing it as hard as I dared until her lips parted and my cock head would slip
in just a little between her lips. God I wanted her to suck me so badly! Often
I would masturbate as I looked down at my half-naked little daughter, cumming on
her butt sometimes and then spreading my cum around on her using my dick.
This continued on for several years until Alicia was eight, almost nine years
old. Several times I thought I was screwed when she started to wake up while my
dick was in her face or worse, just as I was starting to cum on her. Face it,
once a guy starts to cum there’s no stopping it and for her to stir and move
around, about to awaken, just as my first load of cum was about to spurt out
onto her, was an incredibly dangerous and exhilarating experience. Whatever the
risk, it was worth it. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to press my
dick into her tight little pussy and fuck my daughter. God, how many times have
I masturbated with THAT thought on my mind?
That summer after she had just turned nine we went to the beach on vacation.
Jane bought herself a stunning bikini which showed off her incredible boobs and
didn’t leave much to the imagination when it came to her bottom either. Jane
never did lose all her weight after the kids but she wasn't afraid to flaunt her
herself. One good thing was that her boobs were bigger than ever. Every guy on
the beach was staring at Jane. It thrilled to think they were envious of me
because they knew I would be banging her when we got home. As for me, though,
my eyes were on my daughter who was wearing her first two-piece bathing suit.
Damn she looked so cute and sexy! She and her mom posed for me, laying next to
each other on the sand, and it was all I could do to keep from focusing the lens
on just our daughter. Thank god Jane had no idea how much it turned me on to
see Alicia’s fantastic little ass on display for everyone to admire, especially
her father. I’m sure there were other perverts on the beach that were turned on
by my young daughter as well. Alicia was a natural flirt as well so I can only
imagine how she turned them on just being herself.
Seeing Alicia all day in that sexy swim suit made me incredibly horny! Back at
the condo we were renting on the beach, it certainly didn’t help that her mom
allowed her to wear nightshirts and cotton panties to bed instead of pajamas.
It was simply too much for me and finally, something in me snapped. I can’t
quite explain it but whatever happened, it completely overpowered my better
judgment as my dick took charge of my actions. After Jane had passed out on our
bed, exhausted after a long hot day at the beach, I sneaked into our daughter’s
room. It was a little warm, even with the air conditioning, and she had thrown
the covers off. Alicia was laying on her side in the middle of the twin bed.
Her nightshirt had ridden up to where her bottom was exposed and half her
stomach as well. Damn, if only she wasn’t wearing those white cotton panties!
As I said, between seeing Alicia cavorting around the beach half naked and now
seeing her sexy little sleeping body sprawled out in front of me, any remaining
self-control evaporated. It didn’t matter to me what the consequences might be,
I simply had to have more than just a memory of her like this so I quietly went
to our bedroom and brought back the digital camera. The flash was so bright I
thought for sure Alicia would wake up with the first shot but it didn’t seem to
phase her. The little snapping sound it made when you took a picture sounded
deafening in the stillness of the room but as loud as it seemed to be, there was
no way Jane was going to hear it, especially with the way she was snoring!
The first pics I took were rather innocent, just her laying in bed the way she
already was. Of course, I wanted to see more so I carefully pulled her panties
down about half-way down her little butt and snapped a couple more. Then I
pulled the panties down a little more and took another one and kept repeating
the process until they were down to her knees. I wanted so badly to take them
off completely but getting them back on would have been all but impossible
without waking her. Her skinny legs were spread just enough that I could just
see her little bare pussy and of course, that view was recorded for posterity as
well! The t-shirt was loose and I easily managed to push it up to expose her
flat chest with her tiny nipples looking so inviting. I snapped a few shots of
her like that and then I couldn’t resist reaching out and just touching her
nipples with my fingertips. God I wanted to take them in my mouth and suck them
so badly!
By now my dick was so hard it could have been used as baseball bat. As I rubbed
it against her smooth little butt I kept the camera going, recording my actions
as I rubbed my dick all over her body, from her ass to her stomach to her little
nipples again. I could hear Jane snoring away and Alicia showed no signs of
waking so I took a deep breath and touched my dick to her cheek, pressing in on
it just a little. Her mouth as slightly parted as she breathed in her sleep
which allowed me to place my dick between her lips, far enough that when I
jerked off later looking at the pics I was taking that I would be able to see
the tip of my dick disappear in her pretty mouth. The only thing that could
have made it better would be to feel her hand on my cock as she took it into her
mouth and sucked on it like a when she was a little girl with her bottle!
Deep down I could hardly believe what I was doing but I was so damn horny I
couldn’t have stopped even if I had wanted to – and I certainly didn’t! My hand
was stroking my hard dick quickly over my daughter’s near naked little body as I
fantasized about turning her onto her back and pressing it into her tight little
pussy. Under the circumstances it wasn't long before I came and I couldn’t
control myself as I sprayed it all over her chest and ass. How I was going to
clean her up so Jane wouldn’t find her covered with dried cum in the morning
never even entered my mind as I literally showered her with her daddy’s warm
sperm. It just felt so hot to see my cum shooting out and landing on her bare
skin after all the times I had just dreamed about doing it in the past. What I
would have given to be able to shoot it inside of her tight virgin pussy
instead!
After I had cum I felt this sudden queasiness in my stomach. God, what the hell
was I doing? Alicia was now covered in my cum and some of it was even dripping
down and getting on the bed sheet as well. I hurried to the bathroom where I
frantically grabbed a small towel and then did my best to wipe my messy cum off
of her without waking her. Despite my best efforts she was left with a thin
layer over most of her but without using a wet washcloth or giving her a shower,
there was no way to get it completely off of her. Well, I would just have to
take the chance that by morning it would be dried and rubbed off of her in her
sleep.
Still marveling over what I had done, I crept back in bed and pressed myself up
against Jane. Surprisingly, as conservative as she was she had slept nude from
the start of our marriage. Her warm naked body felt sensuous against me as I
spooned her from behind. Reaching around her, my hand cupped her large breast
and I tried to imagine Alicia having tits like these someday. My wife and
daughter looked so much alike it was a given that Alicia would inherit her
mother’s big boobs and plump ass, even if she WAS flat as a pancake and skinny
as a rail at this age. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep holding my naked
wife while thoughts of our precious daughter and the things I had just done with
her ran through my head.
When I awoke the next morning I found myself alone in bed. I threw on a robe
and walked out to the kitchen where Jane and Alicia were busily making
breakfast. Jane started telling me about the day’s schedule which she had all
planned out but I wasn’t really listening. All I could think about was how sexy
Alicia looked sitting at the table so innocent and naïve. Obviously she had no
idea what her perverted father had done to her during the night. I looked at
her nightshirt as it barely covered her hot little body and wondered if she had
noticed any of my left-over sperm on her. Luckily for me, even if she HAD she
wouldn’t have had any idea what it really was so I figured I didn’t have
anything to worry about.
After breakfast Alicia went to her bedroom to put her swimming suit on. Jane
went to ours and as I followed her to our room I noticed the camera sitting out
in the open on a table. God, how stupid could I have been! The pics I had
taken were still on it and I had left it out for Jane to find. Thankfully she
hadn’t looked – I knew she hadn’t because if she had, I certainly would have
heard about it right away. Grabbing the camera, I quickly took it to the living
room where my computer was and downloaded the pics to my hard drive, making sure
they were in a special directory in some obscure folder where she would never
look. Just as I finished, Jane walked in the room and asked what I was doing.
For a moment I found myself staring at her like a boy caught looking at porn by
his mom. Jane was stunning in her bikini which gave me an excuse for staring at
her the way I did. I couldn’t help but smile at how I had cleverly turned a
potentially life-threatening situation into one where she thought I was
complimenting her!
For a moment I was tempted to grab her and take her back in the bedroom and fuck
her hard. Sure I may lust for Alicia more than Jane but bottom line – I could
fuck Jane! While a 30-something housewife may not be as sensual for me as a
budding eleven year-old, sex with Jane was great. Face it, as a man I have
needs that have to be met and masturbation can only go so far! After
complimenting her again on her incredible bikini, I explained that I was
downloading the photos from the day before to be sure there was enough memory in
the camera for today’s activities. She asked to see them and I thanked the gods
that I’d saved the naughty ones in a completely different part of the computer.
That day we went to the beach again and I found myself taking a lot more pics of
Alicia than I had the day before, many of which Jane would never see. I doubt
that Jane would have understood why her husband was taking so many of their
daughter from behind when she was bending over. My swim trunks were pretty
loose but it was still a problem now and then as my dick would swell
uncontrollably when Alicia would reach for something and her tight bottoms would
pull up and practically expose her pussy and most of her ass. If Jane was
curious as to why I spent so much time in the cold water, she didn’t let it
show.
Back home again from our little vacation, I masturbated as I looked at Alicia’s
bikini pics and especially the naughty ones I took in her bedroom at night.
This created a craving in me for even more pics of young girls and I found
myself getting deeper and deeper into the Internet. Since the crackdown on
child pornography had eliminated most of the “good” sites, I found that the best
way to satisfy my perverted desires for pics of young girls having sex was to
get them from other perverts like me. Chat rooms proved to be the best way to
meet such people and soon I had an entire network of people trading child porn
with me. Then one night, instead of sending pics of some Russian girl, on a
whim I included a few of my daughter in her bikini which were soon followed by
the more explicit ones. By then, I had quite a collection of Alicia that I had
taken during numerous sessions at night when she was sleeping. As time went by,
I had gotten bolder and in a few of them I was even able to get my dick up
against her pussy, once to the point where you could see her lips starting to
part although I never actually fully entered her. The response I got was
incredibly hot and it made it even hotter for me knowing strangers were getting
off to pics of my darling daughter.
Soon, it wasn't just enough to trade pics and so I started chatting with women
about their daughters and how each of us wanted me to fuck our daughters. One
in particular was really hot and for the next few months we chatted every chance
I had. I would send her pics of Alicia, being careful never to show my face in
them. She would send me back pics of her daughter as well although they were
always “normal” pics of her playing at home or at school. Finally I got the
courage to send her the ones of me pressing my dick against Alicia’s pussy and
telling her how I was about ready to go the next step and actually get my head
into her pussy. Whether I actually would do such a thing didn’t matter, it got
me hot just to tell her that I was considering it. Besides, I knew I wasn’t far
from doing it anyway.
Retribution came swiftly. The next day as I was locking my car and getting
ready to head into work, I was confronted by two large men who identified
themselves as FBI agents and informed me that I was under arrest! At first I
was completely confused as I couldn’t imagine why they were harassing me. After
all, I had done nothing wrong. Then they explained I was being arrested for
distribution of child pornography and molestation of a minor plus a number of
related minor charges.
The rest of that day will be forever burned in my memory as the worst day of my
life. As it turned out, the so-called “mother” I had been chatting with was a 42
year-old male FBI agent, posing as a perverted housewife to entrap (my words)
people on the internet who traded child porn. Suddenly it all came clear to me.
“She” had never sent me a nude photo, had never called me or cammed for me, or
done anything other than chat with me. The phone calls and cam I could
understand given privacy concerns on the Internet but the lack of nudes should
have been a warning to me. Sitting in the police station with my hands cuffed,
I was thoroughly embarrassed as they showed me transcripts of the chats and
copies of the photos of my daughter that I had sent over the Internet –
evidently a crime in itself. After months of “her” leading me on, I was told
what caused them to take action were the “threats” I had made about having sex
with my pre-teen daughter. Evidently, they felt they had to take quick action
to “protect” Alicia. I couldn’t believe my ears. I would NEVER do anything to
harm my precious daughter!
As bad as all that was, it was nothing compared to having to face Jane later
that afternoon after I was booked. Thankfully I was able to post bail and she
drove me home, staring straight ahead at the road, neither of us saying a word
the entire way. When we got home, she informed me that Alicia was staying at a
friend’s house and that she had no idea what was happening. She was entirely
too calm and I wasn't surprised when she suddenly exploded. After calling me a
perverted bastard and a variety of other colorful names I didn’t even know were
in her vocabulary, Jane told me how the FBI had come to our home with a search
warrant and looked through our computer before confiscating it as evidence.
Apparently they managed to find the photos of Alicia which I had hidden, along
with my rather extensive collection of child-porn videos and photos.
While the “professional” child porn was bad enough, it was the naughty pics of
Alicia that really made Jane mad. She was appalled not at just by the fact I
had taken them, but the huge number of them was proof that I had been doing it a
LOT and for quite some time now. She recognized some of the older ones as being
at the beach condo and she cried as she accused me of molesting our daughter and
ruining her memories of one of the best weeks of our marriage – or so she had
thought.
The next few months were sheer hell for me. While my case was being
investigated, Child Services obtained a court order preventing any contact
between me and my daughter, even by phone. Thus I was forced to move out of our
home and all I could afford was a crappy little apartment in some squalid
neighborhood. When my employer learned of the child pornography charges they
checked my computer at work and found more of it there. I was immediately fired
and thus I was forced to work at some crappy job which paid barely enough to
feed myself. My wife refused to speak to me during this time and so for three
months it was like my family had been stolen from me.
Given everything that had happened, you would think I would have been “scared
straight” or something like that, when it came to child pornography and chatting
on the Internet. The sorry fact is that I would sit alone in my one-room
apartment and still fantasize about Alicia. With nothing else to do, I
masturbated for hours every day, reliving the times I would sneak into her
bedroom, remembering the showers we use to take together, imagining her on the
beach again in her sexy little swim suit.
Fortunately, I had a great lawyer and he was able to get almost all of the
“evidence” tossed out for various technical reasons to where the case was for
all practical purposes eliminated. The charges were eventually dropped and I
was allowed to return to my “normal” life.
Jane, of course, wasn't bound by the legal rules of evidence and in her personal
kangaroo court I was already tried, convicted and sentenced. There wasn’t much
I could say as face it, I WAS guilty of everything they had charged me with.
While the government was unable to prosecute me thanks to my lawyer’s trickery,
that didn’t mean my wife couldn’t, at least in her own way. While she allowed
me to return home, things were a bit tense, to say the least. Alicia was
thrilled that her daddy was back. Jane had explained to Alicia that I was away
on a business trip and at her age she was still gullible enough to believe that
was why I hadn’t even called her. One thing was for sure, life at home was NOT
about to return to normal as if nothing had happened.
The first thing Jane pointed out to me was that the computer was now in her
study which would be locked whenever she was away. When I WAS able to finally
use the computer, I found out quickly that she had installed all sorts of
monitoring software. She also hinted that I had better be careful not to try
and get around it as she had taken classes to learn how to check out what had
been done on the computer using all the various files Windows keeps that most
people don’t know about. She didn’t mention it again but instead waited until
the inevitable happened and I broke my promise to her about staying away from
porn. She unloaded on me with both barrels and threatened that if I didn’t
behave that she would seek a divorce and along the way, everything she knew
about me would become public knowledge to our families and friends.
Well, I tried to be “good”, I really did. Like most diets and anti-smoking
programs, my resolve lasted for maybe a week before I was back into it again.
Jane didn’t know I had sneaked the key for the study from her purse and made a
copy of it. When I was home alone I would get on-line and once again my lusts
and urges would overwhelm me. It was like I KNEW I shouldn’t be doing it but
yet I couldn’t stop myself. Jane had accused me a number of times of being
addicted to porn and I finally had to admit to myself that she was right.
However, even though I knew that I WAS addicted, I didn’t care. I didn’t WANT
to stop. Instead, it became a sort of game for me, to see how much I could get
away with without Jane finding out.
Little by little, I returned to my old perverted ways. Not even the horrific
memories of the embarrassment and hassle of the past few months was enough to
deter me. Yes, porn addiction IS an addiction, no different than tobacco,
alcohol or drugs. It wasn’t something I decided to do or nor to do. No, I HAD
to masturbate. I HAD to look at child porn to get myself off. I WAS turned on
by my daughter and nothing could change the feeling that rose up in me whenever
I saw her. It certainly didn’t help that Alicia was getting older and sexier
every day it seemed.
If there was anything to be thankful about in all that had happened, it taught
me to be more careful and paranoid while playing on the Internet. No longer was
it some naughty place to be anonymous, where I was ready to share anything and
not worry about it. One thing especially I had learned was to steer clear of
chat rooms. I wasn't about to be scammed again by some guy posing as a hot
MILF. It WAS tempting and a number of times I would log into a chat room and
immediately someone would contact me or I would read an on-going chat that was
really hot. Then I would start looking at the chats closer and I could begin
to see that most of the people were fakes. Hmmmm, how many were FBI agents?
In place of the chat rooms I found myself getting into erotic story sites.
There are numerous sites to choose from but a couple seemed to specialize more
in stories about younger children and incest. Although the vast majority of
the stories were poorly written, many of them were “real” enough to get me
stroking while I read them. Of course, by now I was cynical enough to doubt
that any of them were “real”, but hey, I enjoy science fiction and Stephen King
stories and I know they’re not “real” either.
Along the way I stumbled onto one web site that was different from any of the
others I had seen. It was supposedly written by a college girl who was involved
in incest with several members of her family. What was unique was that in
addition to the usual “stroke stories”, this site also included numerous
“personal” articles written by her that expressed her thoughts and opinions.
She claimed that the stories about her (written in a “dairy” format) were real
while the rest were fictional. Needless to say, I took that claim with a grain
of salt as it seemed impossible that any one girl could have the breadth of
experiences she claimed to have had. However, the more I read through the site,
the more I began to wonder if maybe there wasn’t something to it. The sheer
volume of stories, the consistency between them, and the style in which they
were written differentiated them from anything else I had read on any other
site.
On a whim, I tried chatting using the Yahoo Instant Messenger address listed on
the site. To my surprise, I actually got a response. The first one was rather
brief and abrupt, asking me who I was, my age, and so forth, but when I replied
back with the information, I soon found myself engaged in an ongoing chat with
“Kelly”. I explained to her my situation and my fantasies about my daughter.
Unlike most people I’ve confided with on-line, she didn’t judge me, call me a
pervert, or push me to do nasty things with my daughter. Instead, she
encouraged me to simply express my feelings and thoughts more vividly. Having
read much of her web site, including numerous chats with other people that she
had posted, I was suspicious at first as she seemed to have a knack for drawing
things out of people. At first I wondered if she was really interested in me or
was I just another “project” for her?
The more we chatted, the more intimate I became with her. There were still a
few things that concerned me. Like my previous “hot mom”, Kelly refused to cam
for me, talk to me on the phone, or do anything else personal with me that would
have helped to convince me that she was “real”. When I gave her my phone number
and offered to call her numerous times she just ignored me and changed the
subject. Of course, I can’t say I wasn’t forewarned as her web site had
numerous article where she explained why she wouldn’t do these things. After
reading them, I had to admit to myself that she had a case. Besides, as she
pointed out quite plainly, if I didn’t like her rules I could always just stop
chatting with her so who was I to complain? Nevertheless, I was haunted by my
previous experience so I needed to be as sure as I could be under the
restrictions she imposed.
After we chatted for a while I sent her some “normal” photos of Alicia. Kelly
responded by sending some of her, again all “normal”. When I upped the ante a
bit by sending some of Alicia in her bikini (the FBI didn’t delete our vacation
pics but unfortunately the naughty ones were all gone), I was rewarded with some
of Kelly in her bikini. A number of them showed her together with her cousin
Kristi who was even hotter than Kelly.
Another “tell” I have learned about fakes is that their photo albums tend to be
minimal and typically just sex pics – all a sure sign they are photos stolen
from some web site. As I sent Kelly more of Alicia and then some of Jane, Kelly
replied with photos of her from numerous events and spanning many years. She
still wouldn’t send me any nudes of her, so I had this lingering doubt in my
mind that just wouldn’t go away.
Regardless of these concerns, the more we chatted and exchanged photos and
fantasies, the more I became infatuated with Kelly. She always seemed to know
just what to say to get me off, just how to nudge me to tell her things I
normally would’ve never told anyone. She encouraged me to express my feelings
about my lovely daughter. Although I suspected her “interests” in younger
children was not anything like mine, she at least played along with me and
helped me many a night to masturbate as I dreamed of Kelly and Alicia together
with me.
It was déjà vu all over again – but in spades this time. I wanted to please
Kelly, to turn her on and in turn, it turned me on knowing I was making her
horny as well. She was everything Jane wasn’t when it came to sex – open-
minded, non-judgmental, sinfully playful, and she supported my feelings for
Alicia, something Jane would NEVER have ever done. It didn’t hurt she was
gorgeous as well. Maybe not in that Hollywood model sort of way, but as far as
the “girl-next-door” department goes, she was a knockout. I found myself
thinking about her when I was talking to Jane, even to the point I would
fantasize about Kelly when I was making love to my own wife. I would look at
Alicia and think about how I could take photos of her that would turn Kelly on
without raising Janes’s suspicions. It seemed to get to the point where
everything in my life revolved around Kelly and Alicia.
One night while we were chatting I was telling Kelly about how I had taken pics
of Alicia naked back when she was younger. I explained how they had all been
confiscated but then the thought occurred to me, why not take them again? Jane
was out and Alicia was sound asleep. Kelly was getting me turned on as usual so
I told her what I planned to do. She seemed surprised but encouraged me to do
whatever it was I felt was right. What could be wrong with a father taking some
pics of his daughter while she is sleeping?
For some reason I was much more nervous this time. Alicia was older now and
didn’t sleep as soundly as she did when she was younger. It would also be
harder to explain to her why her daddy was undressing her should she wake up –
especially if I had to explain why my dick was in her face! It didn’t matter in
the end. I wanted to do it for Kelly but most of all, I wanted to do it for ME.
I snapped a few quick shots of my dick close to her face and quickly left her
bedroom. Sending them to Kelly made the hair raise on the back of neck as for a
brief moment I couldn’t help but ask myself if I was wasn’t being ambushed
again, only this time by a much more elaborate setup. Nonetheless, I hit the
ENTER key and nervously awaited her response. To my relief, she sent back a pic
of her and her cousin topless. Granted, they weren’t full nudes and they had
their hands covering their boobs but certainly more risqué than any FBI agent
would be authorized to send over the Internet.
The next night I went into Alicia’s room again, this time pulling her panties
down to expose her pretty pre-teen ass. I snapped a quick photo and then pulled
them all the way down. Touching her with my hand was incredibly erotic. God,
her soft butt felt even better now than it had before! I started to take
another pic of my finger in her ass crack but she stirred and I chickened out,
pulling her panties back up and hurrying from the room before she woke up.
The next night I was determined to go farther. I was chatting with Kelly when
suddenly to my surprise, Jane stormed into the study, demanding to see what was
on my computer screen. I hurriedly closed the windows and so she saw nothing
but the fact I closed everything so fast was enough to make her accuse me of
hiding things from her. Well, she WAS right but I certainly wasn’t going to
admit it. Nonetheless, she “grounded” me from the computer.
Fortunately, I work as a computer programmer so I have almost unlimited access
to computers and the Internet at work. The only problem is our corporate
Internet usage is closely monitored so I had to be careful what I looked at. In
addition, e-mail can be traced as well so exchanging naughty mail messages was
out of the question. What I ended up doing to get around all this was set up a
page on a web site where people share stories, photos, bios, etc. On the site I
posted more pics of Alicia and Jane as well as a few poems I’d written before.
I also started writing up my fantasies about Alicia and posted them on the site.
This all worked perfectly and I also maintained my dialogue with Kelly. Over
time I found myself falling in love with her. How THAT could happen with a girl
I’d never met or even heard the sound of her choice may seem a bit crazy but I
WAS in love with her. Had she shown up on my doorstep and asked me to leave
Jane, I would have not even packed a suitcase! Actually, one of my biggest
fantasies was to have Kelly in our bed, fucking her where Jane normally sleeps
and then have Jane “discover” us. Of course I would just ignore her outrage and
keep fucking Kelly, proving to my bitch of a wife that I loved Kelly more than I
had ever loved her.
Meanwhile, at home I was going crazy seeing Alicia transform into this
outrageously cute little pre-teen girl. Her tits were still not showing up but
her whole demeanor and attitude was changing, a little bit every day it seemed.
With the weather warming up, she was wearing skimpier clothes. It may have been
my imagination but it seemed she saved her skimpiest outfits for when Jane was
not around. Was she somehow sensing her daddy’s interest in her? Maybe she
just instinctively knew how to please me. Whatever it was, I found myself
masturbating several times a day as I dreamed of fucking her cute little pussy.
With spring came soccer season. Alicia was one of the younger girls on her team
that was comprised of eleven and twelve year-old girls. God, soccer practice
was like Nirvana for a pedophile like me! Seeing a dozen pre-teen girls in
shorts running around the field in front of me, it was all I could do to hide
what seemed to be a perpetual erection. Although Alicia attracted the most
attention from me, there was another girl that also drove me nuts. Gale was a
also eleven although almost a year older than Alicia. What a difference ten
months can make! Her tits were starting to press out against her jersey and her
tight little ass was developing the promise of the curves to come in the not too
distant future. She was as cute as a button with a smile that could only have
been better if my cock was between her lips. She had been in a gymnastics class
with Alicia several years ago and I hadn’t seen her since. Damn, one look at
her now and I was already thinking about masturbating about her later!
The more I chatted with Kelly, the more I found myself becoming convinced that
incest was not the horrible thing that the world made it out to be. After all,
Kelly allowed her father to fuck her and she seemed well-adjusted and “normal”.
Alicia was my daughter so didn’t I have a right to be more intimate with her?
The biggest problem I faced was not Alicia, but rather her mother. Jane would
never allow me be more “personal” with Alicia. Showers were out of the
question, of course, although I jerked off many a time in the shower dreaming
Alicia was in there with me. God I wished Kelly was my wife instead of Jane!
Kelly understood my feelings for my daughter and the demons that lived inside of
me which manipulated my wants and needs. Heck, if Kelly was my wife she would
probably bring Alicia to me instead of me being in the situation I was in now.
One night Jane was out with her friends and Alicia was in bed asleep. I was
thinking about her and my cock grew hard, as it always did when I thought of my
cute little girl. Images of her and Gale running around the soccer field, hair
flying and little butts wiggling suggestively filled my head. I was wearing gym
shorts which were pretty loose on me so I pulled them to the side and let my
stiff dick flop out into the open. What I would have given for Alicia to have
taken it out, reaching inside my shorts and grabbing my throbbing cock, a smile
on her face as she found her dad’s hard dick , pulling it out where she could
lick it and suck it like a good daughter should. God I was so horny I wanted to
scream! My hand started to stroke my cock as I leaned back in the chair and
closed my eyes to better visualize her kneeling front of me, replacing my hand
with her tender mouth and lips.
The more I stroked myself the more I wanted my dick inside of her pussy. God,
imagine how tight her little pussy would feel at her age. Would I even be able
to get it into a pre-teen pussy? If so, how far inside of her could I push it?
I was humping my little girl in my mind, my hand was her pussy, my dick rubbing
inside of her as I whispered to her how much her daddy loved her and how I
wanted to show her by cumming inside of her. I could feel my orgasm starting to
rise and I stroked faster, trying to make my dick cum. I gasped as I felt that
feeling a guy gets just before he cums and I knew there was no stopping me now.
Just then I heard a slight noise. I opened my eyes and looked towards the door
leading to the hallway. Oh my god, Alicia was standing there, watching me! Her
eyes were like saucers and her mouth was hanging open as I starting to spurt cum
all over my stomach and hand. Even with her watching I couldn't hold back, I
HAD to cum at this point and it didn’t matter who was watching, I was going to
cum – period.
Shot after shot of cum spurted from my cock. It seemed that it was never going
to stop! Was it the dream I’d been having of her and Gale, the fact I was
being watched by Alicia, or maybe a touch of both that was driving this to be
one of the best orgasms I can remember? I looked down and saw my hand covered
with my cum and my stomach coated with the remainder. God, I must have
unleashed a gallon of sperm, or so it seemed! I looked back up and the doorway
was empty, she had evidently run back up to her room. Damn, now what did THAT
mean? Something told me I had some serious damage control to take care of
before Jane got home. I could just imagine what would happen if Alicia told her
mom about what she had just seen!
I suppose I should’ve cared more then about the consequences but in reality, I
didn’t care. Having my eleven year-old daughter watch me masturbate was one of
the hottest and most erotic things that I’d ever done, regardless of the danger.
Using the tissues I had brought with me before I started masturbating, I cleaned
myself up as much as possible. Then I made sure to flush the evidence down the
toilet as the last time I threw it in the garbage and damn if Jane didn’t smell
something. She recognize the familiar odor and threw the stinky tissues in my
face, telling me yet again what a pervert I was.
Rising to my feet, I adjusted my shorts to put my softening dick out of sight.
Quietly, I made my way down the hallway to Alicia’s bedroom. Her door was
almost shut and before I knocked to let her know I was out there, I put my ear
up next to the door and listened. The rest of the house was like a morgue so it
was easy to hear what normally would have been covered up by the typical
household white noise. I could just barely hear what sounded like someone
breathing heavily, almost like a panting sound. I was about to open the door
when to my shock I heard her gasp and whisper, “yes daddy”, so low as to be
almost inaudible even in the quiet of the house. What the hell was going on?
Although I couldn’t see her bed directly with the door closed as far as it was,
I COULD see her in the mirror that was on her dresser. What I saw will be
forever burned in my memory. For the first time I witnessed my daughter
masturbating!! She was laying on her back on the bed with her back to the door
so that even if someone should unexpectedly come in they wouldn’t be able to see
her right away. I wondered if she realized that her mirror was providing a
perfect view of her?
Alicia had her panties almost off, one leg out of the them and the panties
around the ankle of her other. She had her feet flat on the bed with her knees
bent and spread open, allowing her to touch herself easily. A pillow under her
butt raised her up even more and she had one hand working furiously between her
slender thighs. From what I could tell, she didn’t have a finger in her pussy
but rather used her finger tips to rub her clit in tight circles. Her other
hand was flat on the bed beside her, as if helping her to keep her balance as
she would raise her hips up and down almost like she being fucked by some
imaginary lover.
“Fuck me daddy… fuck me” I heard her gasp, barely audible even in the deathly
silence. God, was I hearing her right? Even though I had just masturbated, my
cock was instantly hard as a steel rod. Damn, my daughter was masturbating
thinking of me fucking her! I wasn't even sure she masturbated in the first
place at her age (Alicia and sex wasn’t a topic that Jane and I discussed) and
here she was, rubbing her clit as she called out to her daddy to fuck her
harder. Talk about a wet dream come true!
I pulled out my stiff dick from my shorts and started to jerk myself off. God I
wanted to just burst in her room and drive it into her wet and horny little
pussy. I would fuck her alright, I would give her what she wanted. What would
have happened had I gone in at this moment while she was masturbating about me?
I would like to think she would have been thankful and relieved to finally have
her dad fuck her. In reality, I'll never know as despite being more horny than
I had ever felt in my life, I couldn’t muster the courage to open the door.
Alicia had both hand working her pussy now. It looked like she had at least one
finger in her pussy now and her other hand was working her clit. Seeing her
gasping and bouncing on the bed, it was hard to believe she was just eleven
years old. Jane never got this violent when she masturbated so I had to wonder
where Alicia had learned it from – or was it just her natural instincts taking
over?
I could feel my dick wanting to cum and I slowed down just a little but, trying
to match my orgasm with Alicia’s, assuming she would have one. I know what all
the porn movies and stories say, but can a girl her age really bring herself to
an orgasm? I was about to find out and I didn’t want to cum until she did.
“Oh daddy, this feels so good!” she suddenly gasped and for a moment I felt a
shiver go up my spine as I thought that someone she knew I was there watching
her and she was calling out to me. What I saw next was just what I needed to
finish myself off. Her hips rose high in the bed as her hands worked tirelessly
to make her cum. Cum she did – with a bang! The sight of my little girl
reaching orgasm was all I could take and my cock started to release it’s pent-up
load. Until that moment I hadn’t really thought about what would happen when I
came and as the sperm erupted from my dick the first load landed on her bedroom
door and the rest soaked into the rug at my feet. I didn’t care, all I could
think about was that I was cumming in my little girl’s pussy as her own orgasm
rocked her.
As the last of my cum dripped from my dick, a small groan escaped from me
without warning. In the mirror, Alicia snapped her legs together like a beaver
trap and I saw her look anxiously back at the door. As far shut as it was, she
couldn’t have seen me and I didn’t see her look at the mirror. Nonetheless, I
quickly turned and went back to my bedroom, my dick throbbing. I flopped onto
the bed and closed my eyes, my hand back on my dick as I recalled that beautiful
sight of my daughter making herself cum as she dreamed of having sex with her
daddy, of having sex with ME.
Jane was home before long and the first thing she asked was where Alicia was. I
shrugged my shoulders and said she had been in her bedroom most of the night and
I had no idea what she’d been doing. Jane just gave me a funny look and went
down to Alicia’s room, shutting the door behind her. The two of them came back
out a few minutes later, a look of relief on Jane’s face but Alicia couldn’t
look me in the eyes. Did she know I’d seen her watching me masturbate earlier.
More importantly, did she know I had watched HER masturbate? Did she have any
idea that I had heard her calling out for me as she had her orgasm?
For the next couple of weeks, I kept waiting for Alicia to either say something
to me or just show me in some way that the other night wasn't just a fluke but
the beginning of something new and wonderful between us. After all, in every
porn movie and erotic story, the girl in this situation would be turned on by
seeing her father jerk off and start flirting with him or showing off her body
to him. Well, I guess life isn’t an erotic porn novel after all. If anything,
Alicia seemed to shrink away from me. She wouldn’t change into her t-shirt and
panties until she was ready for bed and she wouldn’t sit on my lap anymore.
Jane never mentioned anything to me so I knew Alicia hadn’t talked to her about
it – this wasn't something that Jane would have kept to herself.
Meanwhile, I was about to wear out my cock a I jerked off several times a day
thinking about my daughter. The image of her all but naked in bed with her hand
on her pussy was constantly on my mind. I wanted so bad to see her masturbate
again but the few times when I thought she might be doing it, the bedroom door
was shut tight or the bathroom door was locked. I tried “forgetting” to shut
the bathroom door when I was showering and “accidentally” lefy the bedroom door
open when I masturbated but there never any indication that Alicia was watching
me - or even interested for that matter.
It was about a month after the masturbation “incident” that Alicia announced she
was having a friend stay the night. Imagine my thoughts when it turned out to be
none other than Gale, the cute girl from her soccer team. Jane warned me
immediately in no uncertain terms to steer clear of the two of them. She was
still a pain in the ass whenever it came to anything remotely pornographic or
involving young girls. I noticed one day she left an article next to the toilet
where she made sure I would see it the next time I was there. It dealt with
child molesters and predators. The main point of the article was that pervert
like me were incurable and that once identified, they could never be trusted
around young girls ever again, no matter how much they claimed to be “cured”.
Of course, if they were anything like me, they didn’t WANT to be “cured” in the
first place and I had no desire to change my ways. In any case, I got the
message loud and clear. It was then that I realized that Jane was never going
to trust me around Alicia and her friends again. Actually, I was surprised she
left me alone with Alicia at times but I guess it was just impractical not to
have to depend on me now and then.
Gale showed up with Alicia and when I saw them I almost came in my jeans right
then and there. Both of them had on the cutest ragged denim cut-offs that
revealed all of their girlish legs and just a hint of their rounding butts.
Matching tank tops revealed Gale’s growing tits, enough to warrant a training
bra but not enough to force her to wear one in order to be “decent”. Alicia was
still basically flat-chested but her nipples still popped out just enough to be
totally erotic for me. The tanks were short, revealing their smooth tight
stomachs with just a hint of baby fat remaining.
Jane watched over the girls like a mother hen, making sure I kept my distance
from them. I felt like a pervert the way she treated me but then I had to
admit, I WAS a pervert so really, what could I say? She was undoubtedly worried
that I would try to peek in on them and probably masturbate looking at them.
She had good reason to worry as that’s exactly what I was planning to do.
That night the girls slept in Alicia’s room and Jane made sure I came to bed
with her instead of staying up to watch TV alone as I usually did. Since the
arrest, we had made love a few times but it just wasn’t the same. Thus most
nights I would masturbate before I came to bed and from the strong scent of sex
in the room when I finally did come to bed, I didn’t doubt that Jane was taking
advantage of my absence to satisfy herself as well. She kept an interesting
collection of “toys” in the nightstand next to her and I didn’t doubt for a
moment that they got quite the workout.
Jane soon fell asleep and I was left to lay in bed with my eyes wide open,
totally unable to drift off myself. All I could think about was the two little
vixens in the room down the hall. I assumed they were sleeping in her bed and
as small as it was, that meant they had to be tightly pressed against one
another. Did they masturbate together? Back when we still talked about such
things, Jane had confessed to me that she use to do it with her friends during
sleepovers so would it be so unusual for Alicia and Gale to be doing it as
well? Of course, Jane said she was in high school at the time and these two
girls were only in 5th grade so it might be too much to hope they were doing it.
Even so, it made for a nice fantasy and my dick was rock hard as I lay naked
next to Jane. For a moment I was tempted to push myself up against Jane,
letting my hard dick press against her round ass and maybe even between her
smooth thighs. Just six months ago I wouldn’t have hesitated, even if it meant
fucking her in her sleep! Now, however, it was like a cold stranger was in bed
next to me and I just couldn’t muster the will, or the desire, to go for it.
Frustrated, I turned away from Jane and started to stroke myself. God I was so
fucking horny I wanted to burst! Having two sexy little pre-teens running
around all night was simply too much for a perverted pedophile like myself to
bear. Finally I couldn’t stand it. I HAD to do something or I was going to
scream out of frustration.
I carefully slipped out of bed, pausing once I was out to listen for Jane’s
snoring. She was passed out and I knew at this time of night it would take a
small explosion to wake her up. There was no doubt where Alicia got her deep
sleep characteristics from. Satisfied she was sound asleep, I moved as silently
as possible down the hallway to Alicia’s room and put my ear to the door. The
light was out as I didn’t see the glow under the door and at first I thought
they were asleep but then, just as I was about to give up and go to the bathroom
to masturbate, I heard a girlish giggle, followed by a second. I put my ear
right up to the door, trying desperately to hear what was going on inside.
“Shhhh, be quiet, you’ll wake my parents!” I heard Alicia whispering loudly to
her friend.
“I told you it would feel good, didn’t I?” Gale responded back to her.
They both giggled again and then I didn’t hear anything more except for some
rustling around and more giggling. Then I heard a low buzzing sound, like my
old electric razor, and the giggling started again. I recognized the sound
immediately – it was one of Jane’s “toys”!
My cock was so hard I thought it would break it I touched it but that didn’t
deter me from stroking it. Damn, why couldn’t they be doing this with the light
on and the door partially opened? What I would have given to see them right
now. My guess was that Alicia was using the vibrator under Gale’s
instructions. What was Gale doing in the meantime?
After that, it was the most sensuous but frustrating thirty minutes of my life.
I could hear just enough to get a good feel for what was going on but not enough
to get off from the dialogue. From the sound of it, they each took turns making
themselves cum, each of them sounding like they came at least twice each. There
was no sign that they were doing anything together other than encouraging the
other as she played with herself. About fifteen minutes into it I came, this
time remembering to avoid the door and letting it all fall onto the hallway
carpeting. It had been a long time since I was able to maintain a hard-on after
an orgasm but tonight was a record-setting night and I was back to stroking
myself again.
“Did I tell you I saw my dad touching himself?” Alicia said to Gale. God, she
was going to tell her friend what happened!
Gale must have shook her head or otherwise signaled no because Alicia
continued, “Yeah, he even shot all his stuff all over himself, it was cool.”
I barely heard Gale’s response but it was something like, “Really?” Then
Alicia said, “You’ll never believe what I did after that?” (a pause while she
must have looked at Gale who apparently had no idea). “I let him watch me
masturbate!”
Damn, so she HAD known I was watching! That little vixen; how dare she show off
for me once and then close her legs after that.
“I really did!” I heard her say a little louder, as if Gale was questioning her
story, “I even pretended he was fucking me while I masturbated. I bet that
really turned him on, don’t you think so?”
They just giggled and I couldn’t tell for the next few minutes what they were
doing.
“You’re kidding, my dad?” I finally overheard Alicia say. There was a bunch of
giggling after that as I strained to try and figure out what they were talking
about now.
“You do?” I finally heard Alicia questioning Gale, “Your own father?”
It was killing me hearing about one in ten words of the conversation and now I
wouldn’t hear anything as they laughed and giggled. Damn, what were they
talking about? What did Gale do with her dad. I knew what I HOPED she did and
what I HOPED she would teach Alicia to do but for all knew for certain, they
could have been talking about riding bikes or fishing. Under the circumstances,
that seemed doubtful but then how could I ever be sure?
It was then I heard Jane’s snoring suddenly stop with a final snort and I
quickly made my way back to the bedroom and slipped in back beside her. I heard
her ask me in a sleepy voice where I’d been. I just said I had to use the
bathroom and she rolled back on her side again, leaving me there trying to catch
my breath with this massive hard-on. I didn’t dare go back out to spy on the
girl anymore and I laid there with my hand around my shaft, wondering what the
two naughty little girls were doing.
The next morning I left for work before the girls got out of bed and when I got
home that evening Gale, of course, was not there. I had spent the entire day
totally distracted, unable to get the words and images out of my mind from the
night before. What did Gale do with her dad? Did Alicia want to do it with
her dad?
Jane informed me that she would be at a woman’s support group that night. She
didn’t say exactly what kind of “support” she needed but I had a pretty good
idea. Once she was gone I went into the family room and sat back in my Lazy-Boy
to watch TV. Another boring night in marriage hell. It was hot so I was just
wearing an old pair of workout shorts. It didn’t really matter what I wore,
nobody was going to be seeing me anyway. No doubt Alicia would be holed up in
her bedroom again doing homework and chatting on her computer.
To my surprise, not long after Jane had left, Alicia made an appearance. Even
more surprising, she was wearing her bed clothes – the usual t-shirt and
panties. She didn’t say anything but just flopped onto the couch and watched
the TV show with me. As she did so, her t-shirt flew up just a little, enough
for me to see her panties. Well, enough so I SHOULD have seen her panties.
Imagine how shocked I was when I did NOT see her panties but instead a nice view
of her cute little bottom – bare as the day she was born. The t-shirt fell back
in place when she laid down so I wasn't sure if it was a deliberate act on her
part for me to see or just an accident. In any case, it was no accident that
she wasn't wearing any underwear, that much was for sure.
For the next 20-30 minutes my heartbeat was up and I kept hoping against hope
that she would make another move, anything at all that would signal her
intentions – assuming she had any. Finally, I started to wonder if the no-
panties things was something she had picked up from Gale and not anything meant
to tease her father. Perhaps the flash she had given me WAS just an accident.
My thoughts raced through my head as I contemplated what to do. The safe thing,
of course, was to chalk it up to her growing up and an accidental viewing for me
to cherish but otherwise do nothing. There was just something about her tonight
that seemed different. I couldn’t put my finger on it or describe it, it was
just different. My gut told me it had something to do with Gale last night and
that this might be my one chance to do something, although what that something
was, I hadn’t a clue.
Well, that wasn't exactly being truthful. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
The key was the difference between WANTING and DOING. If I tried anything and
it turned out I was wrong, with my past record they would throw the book at me.
As much as I liked being a pedophile, being a pedophile in prison was NOT on my
to-do list. Then again, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Perhaps I could make
a small move and see how she reacted before doing anything I couldn’t take back.
“Hey baby, would you like to sit on my lap?” I blurted out, not even thinking
about it before I said it but rather just letting it slip out.
My heart pounded and for a moment I thought I had blown it as she didn’t answer
me back. Damn, this was exactly what I was afraid might happen. Now she would
tell Jane and I would be screwed again – but by some big tattooed guy named
Bubba in the prison shower. Then, just as I was about to make up some lame
excuse for saying it, she got up and without a word walked over to my chair and
climbed up onto my lap as if it was something she did all the time. Actually,
it WAS something she use to do all the time, just not lately.
She sat down with her butt on my crotch and her legs stretched out in front of
her between mine, facing the TV set and laying her head back against my chest.
Her hands rested on my bare thighs as I put my arms around her and hugged her.
“It’s been a long time since you sat in my lap like this,” I said to her softly.
Alicia still didn’t say anything but just squirmed a little bit to position
herself better. I noticed her t-shirt had ridden up and there was nothing
underneath her. Assuming what I had seen before was correct and she wasn't
wearing any underwear, that meant her bare bottom was resting against my crotch
with nothing but my thin shorts between us. The thought of that caused my dick
to stiffen involuntarily and I knew she had to be able to feel it under her but
she didn’t make a sound or move.
“Does it turn you on for me to be on your lap like this daddy?” she said out of
the blue, taking me a bit by surprise. I didn’t answer her right away so she
continued saying, “Gale says her dad gets turned on when she does this and that
he gets hard underneath her, just like you are now so I guess I must turn you on
too?”
One of the problems of fantasizing for years about having sex with your
daughter is that you start to work out an entire fantasy world with everything
scripted out and you know what you’ll do in every situation. Suddenly. I was
faced with a situation I had never anticipated and I had no idea how to respond.
Was she teasing me, flirting with me, coming on to me, or what?
“Well, you’re a very pretty girl so yes, you do turn me on,” I finally managed
to lamely get out. God, here I was with the dream of my lifetime and I was
stammering like a high school boy getting his first feel in the front seat of
his parent's car.
Alicia leaned over to one side and reached underneath her, fumbling with my
shorts until she found the opening and reaching in to grab my stiff dick.
Without hesitation, she pulled it out but then let go of it and leaned back
upright again, only now my dick was exposed and I could feel it against her bare
ass. She wiggled her butt a little, as if she wanted to feel it against her as
well. It was heaven yet it was terribly confusing as well. What the hell did
she want? Was this just the ultimate tease or the start of something special?
Neither of us said a word for the next few minutes as she wiggled her butt in
little circles over my dick. It wasn't a lot but just enough to make my dick
move against her cute bare ass. Then she put her hands on the arms of the chair
and lifted herself up higher onto me until my dick wasn’t under her anymore and
popped upward between her thighs. She then let herself down just enough so that
it was pressed up against her pussy and her thighs squeezed together against my
captured dick. Damn, my dick was now pressed against her crotch! I could see
the tip of my cock poking up through her legs as she pulled the t-shirt back and
out of the way so we both could see it. I was afraid to say a word lest the
spell be broken and suddenly everything disappeared like a dream. Alicia didn’t
say anything either, just sitting there on my lap with my dick between her legs
as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
I wanted to reach down and pick her up under her tight little butt and then drop
her down on my dick. God I wanted to fuck her so badly and I knew in just a few
more minutes I would have built up to the courage to do it. Whether I really
would have, well I'll never know as just then I heard the garage door raising.
Damn, Jane was back early! Alicia heard it too and she quickly scampered off my
lap and ran to her room without saying a word or looking back. I grabbed a
newspaper and put it over my lap to hide the tent my cock was creating now that
I had pushed it back out of public view.
Just then Jane came in from the garage and looked at me suspiciously, as she
always did these days when she came home. She suspected that I was doing
something wrong or naughty while she was out. The sad thing is, she was right
but didn’t know it. I was just thankful that she had opened the garage door
instead of parking outside and walking in through the front door. It would have
been hard to explain why our daughter was sitting bare bottomed on my lap with
my erect dick poking up between her thighs! She saw me reading the paper and
didn’t even bother to say hello but went straight back to Alicia’s room as if to
make sure I hadn’t defiled out daughter in her brief absence. Little did she
know just how close I had come to doing exactly just that!
The next night was soccer night and I had a whole new appreciation for Gale
watching her in her shorts running up and down the field. Her parents were
there and I watched her father hugging her and I couldn’t help but wonder what
she and her dad would be doing at home after the game tonight? Was the mom
involved too? Just how far did they go? It was tempting to go up to her dad
and ask him how it felt to fuck his daughter but while I may be a pervert, I’m
not a STUPID pervert. Still, the idea of him fucking his little girl was a huge
turn-on for me.
When we got home Alicia took a bath. I made it a point to just happen to be in
the hallway when she came out, wearing just a bath towel around her now clean
body and her wet hair wrapped up in another. She just grinned at me as she went
to her room and I watched her, wishing I could follow her in and watch her take
off the towel. Just as she was about to go into her room, she paused and looked
me in the eyes from down the hallway and then she grinned at me, this naughty
grin I had never seen her give me before. To my complete surprise, she took the
towel in both hands and quickly opened it, revealing her naked body underneath
like some pervert opening his overcoat to a girl on the street. Just as quickly
she closed it again and she giggled as she hurried in her room and shut the door
behind her. Damn, she was becoming quite the little tease all of a sudden. I
wondered yet again how much of this was Gale’s influence?
Jane and I were in our chairs watching TV when Alicia came down to wish us
goodnight. This time I was pretty sure she had her panties on although at this
point, I wouldn’t be TOO surprised at anything she did. She gave her mom a kiss
and a hug and then she hugged me. For a brief moment out eyes met and she
grinned, as if we had a secret to share and indeed we did.
Jane was exhausted for some reason so we went to bed early. As was becoming the
usual evening routine, she fell asleep quickly, snoring loudly while I was left
to try to fight insomnia. I thought about Alicia flashing herself at me and the
way she giggled afterwards. The giggling is what made me wonder if she was just
teasing me, paying some cruel joke on her father perhaps? I wondered for the
millionth time what she and Gale talked about when they were alone. Was Gale
teaching Alicia ways to tease her dad? Was Gale just a tease or did her dad
fuck her? As much as I enjoyed the brief view, I wasn't thrilled by the idea
that she might be doing it just to tease me.
By now Alicia should be asleep so I quietly got out of bed – something I was
getting better at all the time since Jane had ordered me to go to bed at the
same time she did. I wondered if Jane had any idea how badly she snored? Well,
I wasn’t about to tell her as it was the best indicator I had that she was
asleep. She might fake sleeping with me but she would never admit she snored
and thus would never fake it.
Alicia’s door was partially open, as it usually was, and so I slipped into her
room as I had many times before while she was sleeping. She was one her side,
the sheets pushed down to the end of the bed and her t-short bunched up around
her waist, revealing her ass and legs except for the pink cotton panties she was
wearing. Slowly and carefully, I worked her panties down, this time talking
them all the way off. When she woke up this time she would know her dad had
been there! My hand lightly caressed her bare bottom. God it felt so soft and
smooth, not a blemish or a stretch mark on it. I dropped my shorts to the floor
and set my hard dick free, leaning forward until I was able to rub it up against
her bare bottom. God, how close I had come to fucking her before when she was
on my lap. What might have happened had Jane not made an early return?
Alicia stirred and I stepped back, waiting to see what she was going to go. She
stretched in her sleep and turned onto her back, her one arm up over her
forehead with the other to her side. Her mouth was open just slightly and her
eyes stayed shut as she remained asleep. The sight of her open mouth was too
tempting, I had to stick my cock in it! Holding my stiff dick in my hand, I
gently maneuvered it between her lips until the head was partially in her mouth.
God, my eleven-year-old daughter was as close to sucking my dick as you could
ask without actually blowing me. Then I slowly moved it in and out, not much
but just enough to feel her lips moving against my hard cock.
Then she stirred again and I held my dick still in her mouth, afraid to move it
without waking her. As I sat there frozen, to my surprise I felt something
against the tip of my dick. Damn if her tongue wasn’t touching me! I pushed a
little harder and her mouth opened to accept my dick, letting me push the entire
head of my dick in her little mouth. I was rewarded by her tongue moving
against me even more. She obviously didn’t know what to do but one thing I knew
for sure, my daughter was sucking my dick!
“That feels good baby,” I whispered to her, knowing she was awake now and just
pretending to be asleep. Damn, had she been awake the entire time?
Technically, I don’t know if it was a true blowjob or me fucking her mouth as I
did most of the “work” while she just laid there with her head back.
Personally, I don’t care it’s called, all I know is my dick was finally in my
daughter’s mouth - and she liked it. I stroked my shaft as I moved it slowly
in and out of her mouth. I didn't want to gag her or make her uncomfortable so
I just pushed it in a little way, letting my hand do most of the work when it
came to getting me off. Still, the sight of my dick in Alicia’s open mouth was
enough to get me off no matter what my hand might have been doing.
When I felt my cum about to burst out, I pulled my dick from her mouth. For the
first time she opened her eyes and I could see the curiosity on her face as she
wondered why I had stopped. Well, she found out a few strokes later as I pumped
my cum all over her face. Some of it went in her mouth and she grimaced at the
sharp taste of my cum but she didn’t spit it out either. She smiled at me as I
worked the last bit of cum out of my dick and then I inserted it back in her
mouth again. I could tell she wasn’t thrilled by the taste now but she didn’t
resist and her tongue felt wonderful against my now sensitized dick.
With my cum now on her face, my head cleared enough for me realize the enormity
of what I had just done. God, my daughter had just sucked my cock and I had cum
on her face and mouth! This was now beyond teasing and flirting. Bill Clinton
may say oral sex isn’t sex but trust me, Jane and the police have a different
view on the matter. I had just committed incest with my daughter.. Sure I had
dreamed of this moment since the day she was born but for it to actually happen
was almost beyond belief! As for Alicia, she was just grinning from ear to ear.
Finally, I just HAD to ask her. I HAD to know.
“Did Gale teach you about this? Does she do this with her dad?”
Alicia giggled and just nodded her head. Well, that told me part of what I
wanted to know but not all.
“Does her father do more with her?” I asked. Again, all I got was a grin and a
nod.
“Do they have sex?” - Another BIG grin and nod.
“Is that what you want Alicia? Do you want to have sex with me?”
There, I had asked her - finally. It was like time stood still as I waited for
the answer. Then she grinned even wider than before and nodded vigorously.
Damn, my baby girl wanted me to fuck her!
God, I wanted to fuck her right then and there. Don’t ask me how, but somehow
I managed to take control of myself enough to realize that the risk was just too
great. A BJ was one thing, I could have pulled back and somehow pretended to be
innocent should Jane appear unexpectedly. Fucking, though, would be a LOT
harder to hide. As badly as I wanted to fuck her, it was gong to have to wait
for another day. I kissed her, tasting my cum on her lips, and then left the
room. After I was back in bed I heard her in the bathroom, brushing her teeth
and washing her face no doubt. What was she thinking now? I wondered how it
felt to be a girl, feeling a dick in your mouth for the first time?
The next week was the most frustrating week of my life. Here I was with an
eleven year-old daughter hot to lose her virginity and I couldn’t get the right
opportunity to take it! As badly as I wanted her, I also was her father and I
wanted her first time to be special, not some hurried affair with us both
worrying about being caught.
In the meantime, there were a couple more soccer games and I couldn’t help but
wonder if Alicia had told Gale about what had happened. Gale seemed to make a
point of walking by me and letting me see her butt wiggle just a little bit more
than usual; Then one time she stood next to me and when nobody was near us,
said, “Alicia says you’re a good daddy now, just like mine.” I looked down at
her to try and figure out what she meant but she just gave me this naughty
little grin and ran off, giving her butt an extra wiggle for my benefit.
Later, as we were packing up the gear, Gale’s dad was helping me carry some
bags and it was all I could do to not ask him what it meant to be a “good
daddy”. I wondered if he would ever consider swapping daughters? Of course, I
had to fuck my own first, and that was becoming more frustrating with each
passing day.
When the opportunity finally did arrive, like everything else so far it wasn't
anything like I was expecting. I kept waiting for Jane to leave us alone some
night long enough to allow me to fuck Alicia the way she deserved to be fucked
the first time. Jane seemed to sense that something was up, though. She never
really came out and said anything, but there was just something about the way
she looked at us that made me wonder if she suspected anything. There couldn’t
be anything she KNEW about because if she did, I was sure she would have brought
it up immediately and tossed me out on my ear. Whatever it was, she seemed to
make a point of never letting me be alone with Alicia for any length of time.
One night Alicia motioned for me to come with her and she took me out to the
garage. She went behind a pile of rags and pulled out a small medicine bottle.
In it were a couple of pills. What the heck was this all about?
“Gale says her dad gives these to her mom to make her sleep at night,” she
explained briefly. I noted she didn't say WHY Gale’s dad wanted his wife to
sleep soundly but I had a pretty good idea. Looking closer at them, I
recognized them as being Ambien CR, a sleeping pill that is advertised a lot on
TV.
With that Alicia ran back inside, leaving me holding the bottle and wondering
what to do next. I knew some people who took Ambien and from what I heard, it
worked pretty good. I also knew that you weren’t suppose to chew them either so
the natural question was, how did I get Jane to take one? It wasn't like Jane
never took pills. She was always having a headache, especially since I had
returned home, and often took something at night before she went to bed. The
main question I had was how to substitute the Ambien for her other drugs.
As it turned out, it was ridiculously easy. Jane often asked me for her pills
at night after she had gone to bed and didn’t want to get back up. Usually the
room was dark and she just popped whatever I gave her and swallowed them down
with a Dixie cup of water. This night was like most others. She laid in bed
and complained her head hurt and whined for me to get her pills. Normally this
was a pain in the ass for me but tonight I felt my heart rate go up as I went
into the bathroom. Reaching into my pocket, I took out the Ambien pill and got
a glass of water. Back in the bedroom, I smiled and teased her, telling her to
open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Things aren’t ALL that bad between us
and she laughed and closed her eyes, sticking out her tongue. I dropped the
Ambien pill on her tongue and she took the cup of water and swallowed it down.
I had no idea how long it would take for the pill to take affect but I expected
longer than it did. It wasn't ten minutes and she was out like a light! I
waited a few more minutes and reached over to shake her. She didn’t respond so
I called to her, shaking her shoulder rather hard. Damn, she wasn't even
snoring! For a moment I panicked and listened for her breathing. Thankfully
she drew a breath and my heart rate returned to normal again. How bad a husband
was I to drug my own wife so I could have sex with our daughter? Oh well, did I
care?
This time I didn’t sneak down the hallway but walked confidently into my
daughter’s room. I entered her room totally naked, wearing nothing but the
biggest hard-on you can imagine. The lamp by Alicia’s bed was the only thing
on, providing a soft light to the room that made her naked body laying on the
bed all that more sensual for me. I stood over her and admired her, taking in
her nude body and trying to burn the image into my brain. God she looked
beautiful! She was so skinny, her chest still flat but her nipples providing
the promise for the future. I loved the way her long legs stretched out, so
smooth and beautiful.
Alicia looked up at me and her face practically glowed with her emerging
sexuality. She may only be eleven years old but she was ready for this, there
was no doubt in my mind. I could see Jane in her eyes, that same lustful look
her mother got was there in Alicia’s.
“I love you Alicia,” I said softly to her.
“I love you too daddy,” she replied, and then added those sweet words I had been
dying to hear for so many years, “I want you to fuck me daddy.”
Odds were she had been coached by Gale to say that but it didn’t matter, it was
the most wonderful thing she could have said at that moment. Indeed, there was
nothing in the world I wanted more at this moment than to fuck my own daughter.
She was going to be mine. I was going to take her and ram my dick deep in her
virgin pussy. I was going to cum in her and fill her cunt with my sperm.
Frankly, at this point it didn't matter if she changed her mind or what
happened. Yes indeed, I was going to fuck my little girl and nothing in the
world could stop me now.
I stood next to the edge of the bed where she was laying, allowing my erect cock
to stick out close to her smiling face. This time, instead of me pushing my
dick in her sleeping mouth, she eagerly reached out and took my shaft in her
hand and guided it to her mouth. I groaned as I watched her mouth take my dick
and her tongue once again touched the head of my cock. Damn, where was the video
camera when I needed it? I would have loved to have recorded this moment, the
first time my daughter voluntarily took my dick in her mouth and sucked on it.
Of course, her technique left much to be desired but that wasn't what was
important now. It was just the fact she was sucking my dick that turned me on.
As she sucked me I reach down and put my hand between her legs and cupped her
bare crotch. She lifted her leg, allowing me to get a better position on her
pussy. She felt so warm, so inviting!
I pulled my cock away from her and she looked at me as if wondering why I was
stopping her from sucking me. I explained that it was my turn to make her feel
good. I twisted her around until her butt was on the edge of the bed with her
legs hanging over. Kneeling on the floor, I draped her legs over my shoulders
and gazed at her beautiful pussy as she waited for me to lick her. Bending
down, I felt the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs against my cheeks and then
I could smell the wetness of her pussy. Her pussy beckoned me and I reached out
with my tongue until I touched her. My tongue moved to her clit and I felt her
shudder as I took it gently between my lips and tugged on it. She tasted
wonderful, so much sweeter than Jane’s more mature pussy. I could hear her
moaning as my tongue licked her, running up and down her pussy, pausing each
time to pay special attention to her clit.
As much as I was enjoying the taste of her pussy, this wasn't what I really
wanted to do. Now that she was all wet and horny, she was ready for my dick so
there was no sense in delaying it any further. I stood up and she grabbed her
legs and held them up, exposing her now thoroughly wetted pussy to me. Our eyes
met and I could see she was nervous, trying to smile at me but the fear of the
unknown was in her face.
“Are you ready baby?” I asked her gently. It was a moot question as it didn’t
matter what she said anymore. I was going to fuck her one way or the other but
it would be nice if she really wanted it. She just nodded at me and I saw her
bite her lower lip as she prepared herself to be violated by her father’s
incestuous dick.
I couldn’t wait any longer, I HAD to fuck her and fuck her NOW. With one hand I
spread her wet pussy apart and with the other I guided my cock to her tiny pussy
hole. I rubbed the head of my dick around her, teasing her pussy and then
placing it right at her hole. I grinned like a high school boy as I started to
push. Her tight virgin pussy resisted me, trying valiantly to prevent this
strange object from entering her. God she was so small! Was I really going to
be able to even get inside of her?
“Daddy, it hurts,” she whined as I pushed even harder. My dick, hard as it was,
bent slightly as I put more weight behind it. I didn’t care if it hurt her now
as I knew that once I was inside of her that the pain would change to pleasure.
One hard thrust and I felt her pussy part and the head of my cock literally
popped inside of her. Looking down, I saw the entire head was now out of sight,
buried in her super tight pussy. Damn, I was actually fucking Alicia! I was
finally fucking my daughter after all these years of just dreaming about it.
Now that the head was in her it was easier to push myself deeper inside of her.
I felt the resistance of her hymen and with one hard shove, Alicia was no longer
a virgin. She cried out in pain but I didn’t stop until my dick was all the way
in her. Most of my life I spent embarrassed by my small cock size but this was
one time it came in handy. Once again I looked down and saw my hairy crotch was
now pressed up tight against her now defiled pussy. My dick was nowhere in
sight, totally buried in my daughter as we were now coupled together like a
father and daughter are meant to be.
I just let myself stay inside of her, not moving as I let the pain subside in
her pussy. I felt her relax and her breathing started to return to normal so I
started to stroke my dick in and out of pussy, slowly at first, just letting it
slide in and out of her. She didn't say anything as she kept her eyes closed
with this fierce look of determination on her face. I think she wanted me to
pull out of her but she was not going to say it.
“Well…. how does it feel to have your daddy fuck you?” I asked her softly,
keeping my strokes going at a steady, rhythmic pace. Alicia opened her eyes and
finally a smile came to her face as we looked at each other.
“It’s wonderful daddy, it feels much better now.”
Her pussy felt like a wet vise around my dick, a warm slippery one but god she
was tight! The position she was in made it easy for me to thrust myself into
her and so I decided that other positions could wait for the next time – and I
knew there would be many in the future. Her now ex-virgin pussy wasn’t use to
this type of abuse so I worked on getting myself off, rubbing my dick in her as
I felt myself getting close.
“Daddy’s going to cum in you now baby,” I warned her, as if she had any choice
in the matter.
She didn't say anything nor was I expecting her too. I was so close and then I
felt it, that surge in my dick I felt when I was about to cum. I erupted,
spewing my cum deep inside my daughter’s pussy. The atrociousness of what I was
doing struck me like a Mack truck as I released one load of cum after the other
inside of her. God, I was literally mating my daughter!
When I finished cumming in her I let my cock stay in her, feeling it throbbing
inside of her as it began to slowly shrink. Finally, I pulled out of her and
picked her up, laying her back on the bed with her head on her pillow. She
didn't say a word but she was glowing with that freshly fucked look on her face.
I reached down and kissed her on the lips, the first time I had actually done
that with her. Funny, it seemed almost more intimate to kiss my daughter than
to fuck her!
She was exhausted so I decided to let her sleep and not try for anything more.
I kissed her again, told her l loved her, and left her room, turning out the
light and shutting the door behind me. As I walked down the hall to our
bedroom, it suddenly struck me what I had just done. Damn, I had fucked my own
daughter! This wasn’t just a fantasy anymore, I wasn’t just fondling her in her
sleep. My dick had actually penetrated her pussy and I had released my sperm
inside of her. This was the real thing!
Jane hadn't moved an inch since I had left. She was snoring now and didn’t miss
a beat as I climbed in next to her and pulled up the covers over us. Thank god
for modern medicine! I reached over and felt the warmth of her naked body.
Suddenly this irresistible urge came over me and I moved up close top her,
spooning her from behind with my arm around her naked body. My dick was pressed
into her ass and I wondered how she would feel knowing it was still wet with her
daughter’s pussy on it. I fell asleep with my hand cupping her large boobs and
my dick in her ass crack.
The next morning Jane finally woke up, commenting on good she had slept. I just
smiled as I knew that she had no idea why she had slept so well. Suddenly, it
occurred to me that I had left Alicia nude in her bed, her pussy literally
dripping with her daddy’s cum. Damn, if Jane caught her like that I was toast!
I was about to panic when a little voice called out from the hallway, telling us
good morning. Thank god she had somehow woken on her own. I was sure she would
have cleaned herself up and put something on by now so I was out of the woods.
Oh well, something to keep in mind the next time I fucked her.
Alicia played it cool, showing a maturity far beyond her eleven years. It
wasn’t until Jane was in the bathroom that she smiled at me and softly told me
how much she enjoyed what we had done the night before.
Perhaps the most interesting result of me fucking Alicia was at the next soccer
game. I didn’t know for sure if Alicia had told Gale about what we had done
but I suspected she did from the way Gale was looking at me. The best part,
though, came later when her dad was helping me once again to pick up the
equipment. While he didn't bring up anything about sex, he DID mention that he
was a doctor and if I needed a prescription in the future for my “sleep problem”
that all I needed to do was ask. It would have been just an innocent remark had
he not winked at me and then nodded towards our girls. I knew then that he
wasn’t talking about me having any problems getting to sleep! Hmmm, was he
interested in swapping daughters someday?
In the meantime, I wanted nothing more than to fuck Alicia again, and again, and
again! What can I say? Fucking an eleven year-old girl has it hands down over
an older woman like Jane. Really, who could blame me for taking advantage of my
situation?
Chapter 2 - Forced To Have Sex
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My name is John and I am a pedophile. It’s not anything I am ashamed of as it’s
who I am and have been since I can remember, even as a young boy. I only keep
it a secret because of the consequences if people should know about my true
nature. As a young boy, I peeked in on my younger sisters when they were
dressing or in the bathroom, hoping to get a glimpse of their tiny pussies or
bare chests. Later, as a typical horny teenager, I was always staring at the
younger girls in middle school, with their barely developed breasts and skinny
coltish legs. I would sit and fantasize in class about having sex with them
rather than the more developed girls my own age. Back home I would masturbate
for hours as I dreamed of how my virgin dick would feel in their tight little
bald pussies.
Although now I’m legally an “adult”, I still enjoy walking through the mall and
observing the preteen girls with their friends and fathers, often times dressed
up in those outrageously slutty outfits that seem to be all the rage today.
Later when I get back home, I like to jerk off and dream about the naughty
things they might be doing with their friends or fathers when they get home or
better yet, what I might be doing with them if they had came home with me
instead.
As I mentioned, this is something I have never able to reveal to anyone,
especially Jane, my wife of thirteen years. We got married shortly after she
graduated from high school despite the efforts by everyone we knew to talk us
out of it. As it turned out, I should have listened as I found myself locked
into a relationship with one woman before I was able to do many of the things I
had dreamed about doing with a girl. Many of these were things that Jane
refused to do for me, even when I got the nerve to ask her directly. Let me say
up front that Jane has a hell of a hot body and she had quite a reputation for
being quick to put out when she was in high school (why do you think I asked her
out in the first place!) She’s always been a great fuck but she would never
have understood my attraction to young girls, especially when that girl was her
own preteen daughter.
Jane didn't have a clue why her husband was so ecstatic when our first child
turned out to be a girl. Lord only knows what would have happened had she been
able to read my perverted thoughts when she told me that we were having a
daughter. My first reaction was to think that now I would have a little girl of
my own – in my own house, always there for me. Best of all, I would get to
watch her develop from a small child through adulthood.
When Alicia was young and naive, I would coax her into the shower with me.
Jane wasn’t too thrilled about it at first but since Alicia was only a few years
old when I first did it, she rationalized that Alicia would never remember it
when she got older so there was no harm. What Jane DIDN’T know was what else I
was doing with our darling little girl when she wasn't around. As a petite four
year-old, Alicia was the perfect height to keep her daddy nice and clean where
he wanted her help the most. Of course, at that age she had no idea what she
was doing or why her dad’s dick grew and became hard when she rubbed it with her
hands. It was a massive turn-on for me whenever I felt her wet hands stroking
up and down my hard shaft and as you might imagine, more than a few times it
resulted in me cumming all over her but the hot shower quickly washed away the
evidence before Jane could find it. God, if she had ever seen me shooting my
cum on our daughter’s face and body, it would have been history for me!
As much as I loved her touching my cock, what I REALLY wanted was to have Alicia
suck on my dick but I was never able to quite summon the courage. She would
have certainly done it had I asked her, that much I was sure of. At times her
pretty little mouth would be just an inch or less away from my rigid dick while
she diligently “cleaned” it. All I would have had to do was pull her head
forward just a little bit and she would undoubtedly have started sucking on it
instinctively. I believe that it is a natural reaction for a young girl to want
to suck a man’s dick. It’s not until they gets older and are brainwashed that
they look at it as something bad or taboo. As perverted as I may be, give me
credit for having enough common sense to know that having her wash my cock would
have been hard enough to explain should she ever say anything to Jane. There
would be no explaining away why I let her suck it. To this day, though, I wish
I had done it!
When Alicia got a little older, Jane insisted the father-daughter showers stop
and I knew better than to protest. Instead, I started sneaking into Alicia’s
bedroom at night after she went to sleep. One thing about kids at that age,
once they’re asleep it takes an earthquake to wake them up. My dick would get
so hard it felt like it would burst when I pulled the covers back and gazed at
her precious tiny body. Being careful not to wake her, I would pull her pajama
bottoms down until her adorable little bottom was completely exposed. God she
had such a pretty ass! I would rub the head of my dick against her bare butt,
feeling the warm softness of her skin against it. It took a few more tries
before I got the courage to move up to her face and rub myself against her
cheeks and lips. Damn, what I would have given for her to wake up and start
sucking my cock! Once when I was especially horny, I pressed my dick against
her lips, pushing it as hard as I dared until her lips parted and my cock head
slipped in just a little between her lips. I can’t even count the number of
nights I would masturbate as I looked down at my half-naked little daughter,
cumming on her butt sometimes and then spreading her daddy’s messy sperm around
on her using my dick.
This continued on for several years until Alicia was eight, almost nine years
old. There were a few times when I got a big scare when she started to wake up
while my dick was in her face. The worse time was when she stirred just as I
was starting to cum on her. Once a guy starts to cum there’s no stopping and
for her to stir and move around, about to awaken, just as my first load of cum
was about to spurt out onto her, was an incredibly dangerous situation but yet I
found it to be exhilarating. Whatever the risk, it was well worth it!. At the
same time, I wanted nothing more than to press my dick into her tight little
pussy and fuck my daughter.
As Alicia grew older, she also became less naïve and more inquisitive, making it
more and more difficult for me to satisfy my lust for her by just observing her.
When she reached her eleventh birthday, she started to show the first signs of
her budding breast, driving me nuts as I would dream about how her enlarging
nipples would taste in my mouth. The nighttime bedroom visits were becoming
more rare as she slept less soundly than she had as a baby. On top of it all,
Jane wasn’t as forgiving when it came to me playfully grabbing her butt and
‘wrestling” as her daughter entered puberty.
The combination of it all was killing me! It seemed to be backwards from the
way things ought to have been. The sexier my daughter became, the less
accessible and the more I was being forced to hide my interest in her. My fear
was that in another couple of years (hopefully that long at least) some bastard
kid from school would be taking my daughter’s cherry – something that as her
father, I should have the right to claim for my own. After all, I was her dad
and who has more of a right to a girl at her age than her loving father?
To make matters worse, my marriage was going downhill as well. After thirteen
years of marriage, sex had become a “been there, done that” routine. Sure, Jane
was still as hot as ever and she kept her figure quite well as she approached
middle age. However, as she grew older her desires to experiment and her
willingness to fantasize and role-play lessened. If it was up to me, I would
have loved to have fucked Jane every day, at a minimum. Shit, the way she
looked, ANY guy would have wanted to fuck her too. Yet it seemed the more I
wanted it, the less she seemed to need it until it became a couple times a week
and now we were down to a few times month. It was probably no coincidence that
as Alicia grew older, Jane seemed to become even more conservative and
protective of her, yelling at me if I so much as appeared to look at her a
little too closely.
Just to show how desperate I was becoming to fuck Alicia, for a while I even
considered the possibility of drugging my daughter and taking advantage of her.
Although I eventually abandoned the idea, it wasn’t until after considerable
research and consideration. In the end, I was forced to conclude that the risks
were simply too enormous. I had some powerful sleeping pills my doctor
prescribed for me when I was having problems sleeping. Since Alicia was only a
fraction of my size, calculating the correct dosage would have been difficult.
It’s not like I could ask my doctor! Too little and she might remember what I
did to her, too much and I risked harming her. Besides, if I DID fuck her while
she was passed out then her tight little pussy would have been sore afterwards.
What if she complained to Jane and she took her to a doctor? In addition, I
also know myself well enough to realize that although I might not INTEND to fuck
her deep enough to take her virginity, I couldn’t be trusted under those
circumstances. Just a single careless thrust in the heat of my ecstasy and I
would be explaining to someone why our eleven year-old daughter wasn’t a virgin.
Of course there was always my ultimate dream that somehow I could manipulate
Alicia into wanting me to have sex with her dad. It would have been my own
private Nirvana as what could be better than to have your own daughter offer
herself to you, asking you to take her womanhood? As much as the idea appealed
to me, I’m a confessed pervert, not an idiot. Give me a break - convincing a
girl her age to have sex with her dad was the stuff of porn movies and erotic
stories, not real life. Even if I could somehow pull off the impossible, what
would keep her from accusing me later of rape, maybe even twenty years from now?
As much as I wanted to fuck my daughter (and I wanted to BADLY), I wanted to
stay out of jail even more. From what I hear, pedophiles have a rough time in
prison!
What really burned my ass was that I knew, without any question in my mind, that
if Jane would just help out the least little bit that Alicia probably would go
along with having sex with me. Needless to say, I was under no delusions that
Jane would ever want to join in. All I was asking for was for her to simply not
oppose it. Once I did try to explore Jane’s thoughts by asking her to role-play
with me and pretend to be a little girl. Her scathing response was a sharp slap
in my face and a nasty comment about how I shouldn’t be thinking of little girls
that way, especially ones the same age as my own daughter. So much for
supporting your husband.
As my unrequited lust for my daughter grew each day, I started to realize that
Jane was root of all my problems. SHE was the one withholding sex. SHE was the
one who was standing between me and our daughter. SHE was the one who made an
issue when I would even peek at porn sites on the Internet. It was my wife who
forced me to secretly masturbate several times a day to relieve the pressures
that built up within me. As bad as this may sound, I started to hate my own
wife – a deep, dark, nasty hatred. In my mind I wanted to punish her, to
publicly humiliate her for the way she prevented me from being truly happy in my
life. It didn’t matter to me how badly she was hurt as she deserved it for
being such a bitch of a wife. While I could never bring myself to thinking
about killing her, I did fantasize about her dying in a car wreck or other
accidental circumstance, leaving me with my sexy little daughter to so with as I
pleased without her mother’s constant interference.
When you have the sexual drive and lust that I do, heavy masturbation helps but
jerking myself off wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me in the long term. For a
while, I toyed with the idea of buying a hooker, perhaps one that looked like a
young girl or might even have a young girl that worked with her. Again, the
risk of going to jail or maybe even worse, contracting an STD, was enough to
dissuade me from this course of action – but only barely. More than once I
would cruise the sleazier neighborhoods of Columbus, my dick hard as a rock as I
saw the whores walking the streets, trying to entice me to stop for them. As
horny as I was and as sexy as some of the whores were, I didn’t feel any true
desire for them. Fucking an older woman wasn't what I needed to satisfy me, I
wanted a young child, my eleven year-old daughter to be specific. More and more
of my life was being consumed by these nasty thoughts of what I wanted to do
with my growing girl.
It couldn’t go on this way. Something had to give.
Finally, a viable idea came to me from an unlikely source – Internet porn. It
shouldn’t come as a surprise when I say “unlikely” because while the Internet is
a great place for fantasy, face it, it’s not reality. While reading stories
from an erotic story archive, I found himself in a section that specialized in
“forced” sexual situation. A number of the stories involved families being
forced to have sex together for the first time at gunpoint. Of course, all of
these were way “over the top” and most were written extremely poorly, but the
concept appealed to me and I would masturbate as I read them, imaging it
happening to my own family. What if someone were to break into our house and
“force” my daughter to have sex with me while her mother watched in horror? It
was perfect – both erotic and devious. Not only would I get what I wanted more
than anything else in the world – fucking my daughter, there was a bonus as well
– the humiliation of my cruel bitch of a wife. What made it so perfect was that
when it was over, nobody would blame me for fucking our daughter as I would have
done it to prevent something even “worse” from happening to her – being raped by
a horrible stranger. The odds were that Jane would be so humiliated and shocked
that she would refuse to report the incident to the police out of fear that the
neighborhood and our families would find out and make her humiliation even
worse.
Well, like most fantasies, playing out such ideas in your head is easy; making
them actually come to life is another story entirely. It’s not like you just
ask someone to come to your house and pretend to be a criminal just to help you
fuck your daughter. Where do you find such people? It’s not like they advertise
in the Yellow Pages. With all the police and television stings these days,
turning to the Internet was not an option. None of my friends qualified as it
had to be someone neither Jane or Alicia would recognize or the entire thing
would crash and burn. One day after having jerked myself off watching Alicia
and her hot little girlfriends from her Girl Scout troop playing in the back
yard through our bedroom window, it hit me like a brick from a second story
window. It was like a vision had just been given to me as I knew exactly what
to do.
In every high school you have the “bad kids”, the ones who smoked and took
drugs, had the tattoos and the spiked hair, and terrorized the younger, more
naïve kids – like me. One of the worst assholes in my high school was Butch.
What Butch’s real name was, nobody knew. He had been called that since he was a
little bully and now he was a big bully. He was always picking on me and most
of the kids in school and I remembered how much I hated him. Fortunately, after
graduation I didn’t see much of him except now and then there would be stories
in the news about people getting in trouble with the law and Butch was mentioned
occasionally. He was sadistic and totally immoral in school and I doubted that
he had changed a bit since then. Those same qualities that caused me to hate
him back in school now made were exactly the same ones I was looking for. All I
had to do was figure out how to recruit him – not a simple task as you might
imagine.
It took more courage to go to the local bar where Butch and guys like him hung
out than it did to masturbate over my sleeping daughter that first time. Talk
about feeling out of place! It was your typical biker bar and when I walked in,
it was like you could hear a pin drop. At first they probably thought I was
some kind of cop but then, what officer would be so stupid as to be so obvious?
I quickly took a seat at the bar and at first everyone just ignored me,
including the bartender. Looking around, I saw Butch playing pool and smoking
(which was interesting as it was against the law in Ohio to smoke in bars). He
was easy to spot, looking almost the same as he had back in school. Finally, I
managed to get myself a drink ordered and when it came, I asked the bartender to
send Butch a drink from me. The bartender leered at me, probably thinking I was
gay, but I just bit my tongue. This was NOT exactly the place to pick a fight.
Anxiously I watched the bartender take Butch a beer and my heart was in my
throat when he pointed towards me as he explained where it had come from. Butch
peered over my way like I was some alien that had transported into the room but
then to my surprise, he walked over towards me, evidently a little curious to
find out what was going on. At that point I was about ready to chuck the whole
idea and flee before I got in any deeper but then I thought of my little Alicia,
about her sexy little ass that looked so sweet in her tight little bikinis, and
I knew that anything I had to do was worth it if it meant I eventually got to
feel my dick inside my little girl.
Well, to make a long story short, it took a few more rounds of beers and
swallowing a considerable helping of jeers and distasteful jokes before I was
able to tell Butch why I was there. At first I thought I had made a HUGE
mistake as Butch reacted by staring at me like I was some sort of disgusting bug
that needed to be swatted away.
“So let me get this straight… You want to pay me to break into your house and
force your daughter to let YOU fuck you?” he said, shaking his head, “Shit, are
you some kind of weird pervert or what?”
When he put it like that, it DID sound a little perverted. At the same time, it
was more like he was confirming what he had heard than actually questioning me
so I just nodded and he chuckled and coughed on his cigarette.
“Now I’ve heard everything. And you want your wife to watch everything too, is
that right?” he continued. “Shit, you’re not just a fuckin’ pervert, you’re a
kinky bastard too.”
Again, I held my tongue as it was more like he was getting his arms around my
request rather than actually rejecting it.
“Hmmmm, so what do they look like?”
I pulled out my wallet where I had a pic of the two of them in their bikinis,
laying on the sand next to one another at the beach. Alicia’s swim suit was
drooping down revealing just a hint of her flat chest while Jane’s large boobs
looked exquisite hanging down, threatening to burst from her low cut bikini top
at any moment. Butch whistled and raised his eyebrows.
“Damn, your fuckin’ wife’s a hot bitch,” he commented, cocking his head a little
as he looked at her. “Shit, is that your daughter? Yeah, she’s a cutie
alright. You’re one sick fuck you know. How old is she again?”
Ignoring his insults, I informed him that him Alicia had just turned eleven and
this time he actually DID act surprised.
“Eleven? Shit! You mean you want to fuck her and she’s only eleven?” he said,
sounding like he didn’t believe me, “Fuck, what kind of sick pervert are you?”
“One willing to pay you $3,000 if you help me,” I countered forcefully.
“Oh really? Got the cash?” he asked, evidently at least a little bit curious if
nothing else.
I nodded my head slowly saying, “Yeah but it’s half now, half afterwards.”
“OK. Just so you know, if I say yes and you’re a cop, I WILL kill you… got
it?” he said in a terse low pitch. The tone of his voice and the piercing look
in his eyes left me with no doubt that he would do exactly as he threatened!
Trying to keep my composure, I pulled out an envelope from my pocket and handed
it to him. God, I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this! He quickly put
it inside his front jean pocket without even opening it. What did he have to
worry about? If I cheated him at the very least he would just pocket it and not
go through with it, although I doubted he would let me off as easily as that.
I didn’t take long for us to work out the arrangements as it wasn’t really all
that complicated. The only tense part came when he looked at the photo I had
given him of Alicia and Jane in their bikinis and looked at me with this nasty
expression.
“So do I get a piece of the action too?”
I was taken by surprise and wasn't sure how to respond. Actually, the idea of
seeing Jane being forcibly raped and humiliated HAD some appeal. The downside
was that it might be too much for Jane and she would go to the police, despite
her worries about privacy. As for Alicia, there was no way this asshole would
ever even TOUCH my little girl. When I told Butch that they weren’t part of our
deal, he just shrugged and seemed to accept it. Hey, he was getting $3,000
dollars already, not a bad deal if you asked me.
As I drove home, I was literally shaking with fear, yet at the same time I had
this massive erection that almost hurt I was so damn horny and hard. Was I
about to become the luckiest man on the planet or had I taken the first step
towards a jail sentence? There was no turning back now as everything was set up
for Friday night, four days away. Now it was just a matter of time.
The next four days seemed more like four weeks or months. All the while every
imaginable scenario played out in my mind. What if Butch sold me out to the
police? I seriously doubted that would happen but what if he did? Really
though, why would he do such a thing? Butch undoubtedly wasn’t all that
enamored with the police in the first place and besides, he would be wanting the
other half of that money. What I feared the most was that Butch might decide to
just keep the $1,500 and not show up at all. It’s not like I was going to file
a complaint with the police. Oh well, if that was the worse that could happen
then I didn’t have a lot to be worried about. If he didn’t show up I would be
out some of my “mad” money I kept hidden from Jane and that would be a lesson
for me.
Friday morning came and I spent practically the entire day at work in the men’s
room, stroking my cock and masturbating at the thought of what was going to
happen later in the evening. My plan was for us all to go out to dinner. I
would leave the back door unlocked and Butch would come in like he was robbing
the place. When we all returned, we would “surprise” him, forcing him to take
action before we could call the police. Butch would then take all of us
“captive”. Then, to ensure we didn’t turn him in, he would “force” me to have
to choose between him raping Alicia or me doing her for his entertainment
instead. Of course, to protect my daughter’s “honor”, I would “resign” myself
to this horrific task. Meanwhile, Jane would be forced to watch her husband
fuck their daughter, thereby satisfying my desire to debase and embarrass her as
well. Hmmm, talk about taking care of two birds with one stone! When it was
over, we would all be too embarrassed to call the police as all it would only
publicize everything and there was nothing that could be done to undo what
happened.
Yes, it was a perfect plan, if I say so myself. It was so simple and direct,
what could possibly go wrong? Who knows, maybe Alicia would decide it wasn’t so
bad being fucked by her dad after all and want to do it again sometime. Since
it had already happened once, maybe Jane would even want to join in. Of course,
all this afterthought was fueled by the porn stories I’d been reading and had
little, if any, possibility of really happening. More likely I would
essentially rape my daughter with who only knows what consequences in her life.
There was no way that cold-hearted bitch wife of mine would ever join in, no
matter how hot it got. Oh well, who cared? So long as I got to fuck Alicia
even once, it would all be worth it.
At dinner that night I could barely swallow my food with the way my stomach was
tied up in knots. One the one hand, I had a raging erection for the entire meal
while on the other, I thought I was going to hurl at any second. It was a
casual meal at a Quaker Steak and Lube (wings and fried foods – no forks
necessary!) located near the mall by our house. I was dressed in jeans and a
short-sleeved shirt while Jane wore this a cute sundress that went past her
knees but showed off her boobs. Looking at her at times like this, I hated her
all the more. Damn! How could she be so fucking hot and look so sexy dressed
like this, getting looks from every guy in the place, yet be such a bitch? Too
bad those guys leering at her didn’t know what a frigid bitch was lurking under
that sexy exterior, waiting to suck the will and life out of any man unfortunate
enough to be married to her. Alicia was in her favorite denim shorts with the
cutest pink skin-tight tank top and a sheer light blue blouse worn unbuttoned
over it like a jacket. When she turned or moved just right, I could see the
small bulges where her tits were just starting to stick out. I was sure it
wouldn’t belong before Jane had her in a training bra but for now it was hot as
hell to see her little nipples poking through.
Jane and Alicia sat on one side of the booth while I sat on the other. They
looked so much alike it was incredible, like Alicia was a miniature version of
her mom. I remembered how hot Jane had been as a teenager with her perky boobs
and hot little ass and I knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before Alicia had
those same sexy qualities about her. For now though, her budding chest, skinny
legs and tight little butt was as much a turn-on as anything else could be. As
we ate, I tried to keep track of the time without appearing to be too obvious
about it. If we were a few minutes late I was sure Butch wouldn’t complain but
I didn’t dare show up a minute early. He HAD to be in the house already when we
arrived or the entire plan would be a bust.
God, my dick was so hard under the table it was actually hurting! It was
tempting to excuse myself to the men’s room where I knew I could jerk it off in
a few minutes and get some relief. Someone I found the willpower to control the
urge as I wanted to be as full of cum as possible when I fucked my little girl
for the first time. The thought of my cum draining out of her freshly fucked
pussy was enough to help me resist my immediate impulses. When the check
arrived I saw we were right on schedule. Butch should be walking into our house
about now and it was only a five minute drive back home so things should be all
set.
Back home I pulled into the garage and let Jane and Alicia go into the house
ahead of me. I figured it would be more “realistic” if they were the ones to
discover the “robber” instead of me. This way I could come to their “rescue”
instead of them later wondering why I didn’t try to warn them not to follow me
in. As you see, I had thought of everything. The plan was perfect.
I took my time coming into the house as Jane and Alicia disappeared though the
door into the laundry room and then the kitchen. As I entered the house, I
paused, waiting to see what, if anything, was going to happen. Was Butch even
in the house? He was suppose to be in our bedroom, supposedly hunting for money
and jewelry. One thing I couldn’t control was where Jane went after getting
home but I assumed she would stop by the bedroom as usual to drop her heels and
purse.
Suddenly, to my simultaneous delight and horror, a scream burst out – Jane. It
was followed by a higher-pitched scream and Alicia’s voice calling out for me.
“Daddy! Help us!”
My wife and daughter were being abducted. Ahhhhhh, sweet music to my ears.
I rushed into the house and there in the bedroom was a sight I was definitely
NOT expecting. Yes, Butch was there but he wasn't alone. Apparently, the
asshole had decided to bring an accomplice with him, something we had NEVER
agreed upon or even discussed for that matter. The second guy was shorter and
much smaller than Butch. He appeared to be only eighteen or nineteen from the
looks of him. The two of them were on one side of the room, next to the door
while my wife and daughter were holding tightly on to each other over on the
opposite side of the bed where they had apparently been herded. By bursting in
so quickly, I was already past the two men, leaving me effectively “trapped”
along with my family.
“Oh God John,” Jane cried, tears flowing down her face, “Do something.”
It was so typical of her, expecting me to take care of anything at her command.
I mean, what the hell was I suppose to do when two guys with guns were facing
us?
“What the hell do you bastards want?” I demanded. It was pretty easy to be all
brave and courageous when the guys threatening you were on your payroll, but I
tried hard to let Jane and Alicia think I was just as frightened as they were.
Then to my total shock and surprise, Butch moved up to me and without warning he
punched me in the stomach so hard I thought I was going to pass out. God, I’d
never been hit like that before! What the hell was going on? OK, maybe a
little playacting was expected but this was WAY over the top.
“Shut the fuck up asshole,” Butch barked at me. The pain was such that I had
dropped to my knees, gasping to regain my breath as he stepped back and waved
his gun around. “All we want is your wife’s jewelry and whatever cash you’ve
got and we’ll leave so quit trying to be a fucking hero, asshole.”
“Honey, give it to him,” I managed to get out between gasps. Jane went to her
dresser and grabbed the jewelry box and was going to hand it to Butch but his
young accomplice grabbed it from her instead and then roughly pushed her back
towards the bed. The kid rummaged through the box, looking at the contents
disdainfully.
“This is just a bunch of crap. Is this all you have bitch?”
Jane just nodded, unable to speak she was so frightened. I was still on my
knees and couldn’t see her face but I could imagine the shock and horror that
must be on it. Damn, this is what I wanted to see, my fucked-up wife in a state
of fear like she’d never been before. Somehow I managed to stand up again and
Butch waved me and Jane back over to where Alicia was standing. My poor
daughter’s face was frozen with fear as she just stared at the men in the room
with us. I felt bad for her but hey, you have to break an egg to make an omelet
and before this was over< I knew it would be worth whatever temporary pain I
caused her now.
Butch too a look for himself at the jewelry and sneered, “Shit man, what a cheap
bastard of a husband you are. Why don’t you buy your wife any decent jewelry?”
The truth of the matter is that I did. Jane had some incredible diamond
earrings and other rings which had cost me a fortune over the years. Actually,
I hated buying them for her and wasting the money but it was worth it if it got
her to quit bitching about something or another. Unfortunately, or maybe
fortunately, if what I thought Butch was up to was true, she kept it in a safe
deposit box at the bank.
As I suspected, Butch wasn't looking for an answer. Instead, he pushed me aside
and made Jane stand alone. He looked her up and down, a nasty grin on his face
as he looked at her hot body.
“Damn Ritchie, I hate going through all this trouble for some cheap cosmetic
crap. Maybe there’s something else here that I’d like have.”
From the way he was looking at Jane, there was little doubt as to what he really
wanted to “have”.
“Hey, leave my wife alone!” I said, trying to sound as if I cared what happened
to her.
Butch waved the gun at me and growled, “I thought I told you to shut the fuck
up, asshole.” Then he turned to Jane and leered at her saying, “You look like a
hot momma, let’s see a little more of you.”
Jane just stared at him, his words not quite sinking in so he huffed and said
again, “Are you deaf or what? I said STRIP bitch! NOW!”
Jane looked at me in horror yet with an expression of expectation, as if I was
suppose to come to her rescue or something else heroic such that she wouldn’t
have to comply with his demands. Working desperately to suppress a grin, I just
looked back at her and pretended to be terrible sorry and as supportive as
possible. Then she looked over at Alicia but our daughter was still frozen,
almost catatonic, and didn't seem to even understand what was happening around
her.
Glaring at Butch and then at me, slowly, reluctantly, Jane dropped her sundress
to the floor, leaving her standing there in just her bra and panties. It wasn't
like she was wearing anything from Victoria’s Secret – just your average white
bra and light yellow cotton panties that matched the yellow sundress she had
been wearing. But then, with Jane it didn’t really matter what she wore. God
damn it, Jane looked so fucking hot! Today I may hate her more than anyone in
the world, but even I would be the first to acknowledge that Jane was one fine
looking babe. Her full D-cup breasts pushed up and out of her lacy bra,
straining against it and making it look as if it would burst from the pressure
at any moment. Her panties were tight enough to outline her mound and sheer
enough to noticeably darken where her black pubic hair covered her cunt. It was
also enough to see that Jane shaved and trimmed, preferring to leave a triangle
of thick pubic hair above her slit. Then there were her incredible legs. Since
she was a teenager her legs were unbelievable and I loved it when she would wear
a really short skirt or her “Daisy Duke” denim shorts. From the way the two
guys were staring at her, they were as impressed with her figure as I was.
“That’s nice lady but I said strip, dammit, and that means everything,” Butch
said, staring unabashedly at her ass and tits. His anger was noticeably
building as he seemed to be getting frustrated by Jane’s resistance against
stripping nude.
The look on Jane’s face was priceless. She appeared frightened yet somehow a
the same time slightly defiant, as if she was silently declaring that while she
may be forced to undergo the indignity of having to strip naked in front of this
stranger, she wasn't giving in to him. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked
the bra and then leaned forward, letting it fall off of her boobs and down her
arms before tossing it to the bed. Damn, like her legs, her breasts were simply
perfect. What was best was they were 100% natural, without an ounce of
silicone. Both of the men were staring at them, mesmerized by the beauty of her
breasts. Then she took a deep breath and grabbed her panties by the waist. She
pulled them down to her ankles, stepping out of them and tossing them over to
where her bra had landed. Finally Jane stood there nude, one hand over her
boobs and the other over her crotch in that classic embarrassed girl pose, as if
she was actually hiding anything.
“Damn Ritchie, now that is one FINE piece of ass, don’t you think?” Butch
crowed, licking his lips as he stared at my wife’s gorgeous nude body. “Look at
those lips and mouth… I bet she gives some really good head, what do you think?”
Then he looked at me and sneered, “Hey asshole, does your wife suck dick the way
a real woman should?
I just glared at him, wanting to say something how about how Jane wasn't suppose
to have an active role in all this. The game plan had been that she was just
suppose to watch, not get involved. However, at this point what could I say?
My only option was to remain silent and hope that Jane would assume that I was
so filled with rage at the violation of my wife that I couldn’t even speak.
Butch set his gun down on the nightstand but Ritchie kept his pointed at me wile
keeping a close eye on Jane. Butch quickly undid his belt and jeans and then
unzipped himself. Lowering his jeans slightly, he pulled out his dick which was
about half erect by now. Jane drew in a sharp breath as she started to
comprehend what he had in store for her. If there had been any doubt, Butch
soon let her know what to expect in no uncertain terms.
“Down on your knees, bitch, show me how you suck a REAL man’s dick.”
Jane hesitated, the look on her face demonstrating clearly that the idea of
sucking his cock totally repulsed her. For a moment I wondered if she would
actually refuse, regardless of the consequences. Shit, it was hard enough to
get her to suck MY dick – usually taking at least a bottle or two of wine. For
her to suck a total stranger’s erect dick, especially under the circumstances,
was simply beyond anything I would have ever dreamed she would do.
Jane wasn’t responding enough for his tastes so Butch looked at Ritchie and
motioned towards me. It must have been something they had worked out ahead of
time as Ritchie took his cue and moved swiftly and purposefully. He didn’t
punch me in the stomach the way Butch has, he was too small for that to be as
effective. Instead, he kneed me in the groin, dropping me yet again to my knees
as an incredible pain shot through me, making me gasp as I tried to suck in a
breath.. Damn, that hurt! Again, I wondered what the hell was going on.
Christ anyway, this was supposedly all my idea and I was PAYING for it, and that
did NOT include getting myself castrated in the process.
“Oh John, are you OK!” Jane cried out. Damn, she actually sounded like she was
concerned about me! Hypocritical bitch.
“Shit lady, that’s nothing compared to what he’s gonna get if you don’t get busy
sucking my dick,” Butch threatened her again, “Suck it…. NOW!”
Jane was crying now, the tears flooding from her eyes as she realized there was
nothing she could do to stop this horrible man from forcing her to suck on his
penis. For a moment I felt a twinge of guilt as I realized she was about to do
the most distasteful thing imaginable for her and she was doing it to protect me
from further harm. I wasn’t so sure that I would have made the same sacrifice
had our positions been switched but then, I guess I already WAS in that position
and I was doing nothing, allowing my own wife to be defiled. Who was being the
bad spouse now? Oh well, she deserved it for all those years of hell she had
created for me.
“And don’t get any funny idea about using your teeth, got it?” Butch warned her
as she gingerly knelt in front of him. She reached up to grab his dick but he
swatted her hands away saying, “Don’t touch my dick with your whore hands, just
use your mouth.”
Jane gave me one last pitiful look as Ritchie stood over me, ready to kick me
again if I so much as appeared to do anything to save my wife from this
humiliation. There really was nothing I could do and Jane’s face drooped as she
finally accepted her fate. She leaned forward on her knees and took just the
tip of his dick in her mouth, reminding me of how our daughter would look when
we demanded that she eat something she didn’t like.
“Quit stalling – suck it,” Butch demanded, grabbing her head and pulling it in
tighter to his crotch. Jane opened her mouth more as she started to truly suck
Butch’s erect cock, slowly bobbing her head on him stiffly. It wasn't all that
much of a BJ but to be fair, it was about the same level of enthusiasm that she
showed when she sucked MY dick and I was her husband! Jane use to be a real
cocksucking whore as a teenager but for whatever reason she now thought of oral
sex as being something dirty and nasty. She still would do it now and then when
I really pushed for it but the longer we were married, the less I was able to
convince her to do it.
“C’mon bitch, you can do better than this!” Butch complained to her. “Ritchie?”
He looked over at Ritchie who seemed WAY too eager to kick me again but just as
he started to rear back to nail me, Jane stepped it up a notch, maybe two for
that matter. Damn! The bitch COULD suck a dick when she was properly
“motivated”! Whatever she was doing, Butch was enjoying it, that was for sure.
Ritchie was also watching, rubbing his hard dick through his jeans a bit.
“What’s the matter with you boy, you want some of this?” Butch teased his
accomplice. Then he nodded over at Alicia, who was staring at her mom as she
sucked on Butch’s dick. I was sure that she has never seen such a thing before
and to see her own mother kneeling totally naked on the floor as she sucked a
stranger’s dick must have been an incredible sight for her. “She’s more your
size, don’t you think?”
This time the horror on my face was 100% real. No way was he going to be the
first dick my daughter’s mouth sucked! I started to protest but Ritchie smacked
me behind my head, a little harder than necessary to get his point across.
“C’mon dad, don’t even try to tell me you don’t want to see your women both
sucking cock at the same time!” Butch taunted me.
I was furious. If not for the incredible pain that lingered in my loins, I
might have tried jumping one of them to get one of their weapons. As it was, I
was powerless to do anything but watch my dream turn into a nightmare.
Ritchie grabbed my little Alicia by the hand and literally dragged her until she
was standing by her nude mother. Jane was sucking Butch’s dick even better than
ever, looking totally hot as she worked his dick like the young teen slut she
once was. I can’t say she looked to be enjoying it, more like deep
concentration. It as if she had figured out that the faster she got him to cum,
the sooner her nightmare would be over, so she was putting everything she had
into it..
Meanwhile, Ritchie had taken his hard dick out fro his pants. He was already
plenty stiff but his dick was considerably smaller than Butch’s which, in all
honesty, made it perfect for Alicia. The big cock for her mom, the little one
for her. Ritchie grabbed Alicia by the hair and pulled her up close to his
bushy crotch and turning her so she could see what her mom was doing next to her
“Hey girl, see what your slutty mom is doing?”
Alicia nodded, too scared to answer verbally.
“Good girl… now do the same with my dick,” he demanded.
Poor Alicia, she looked totally confused. I wondered if she had any idea what
was really going on. I was sure she has never even SEEN anyone having oral sex
before and now she was being forced to actually do it. Then again, with all the
porn on the Internet these days, you never know for sure what your kids are
exposed to so maybe she DID know what was expected of her. Ritchie pushed his
dick up against Alicia’s closed mouth. She had her lips tightly shut,
desperately trying to stop him from pushing it in. He was about to put it in
her mouth and that was too much for me to take.
“Stop! You can’t do that to her; she’s only eleven for god’s sake!” I pleaded.
Butch looked at me and winked. The son of a bitch! He knew how badly I wanted
to be Alicia’s first – orally as well, and it was if he was getting more
pleasure from keeping me from having it. Thankfully, in the end he stuck to his
end of the bargain, at least so far as Alicia was concerned.
“OK dad, tell you what then, how about she suck’s YOUR dick instead?”
As hard as Jane was sucking his cock, she still overheard what he said and for a
moment she halted, his dick about half-way in her mouth as she started to
protest but Butch grabbed her roughly by the hair and pushed his dick in further
to shut her up. Ritchie moved Alicia over to where I was still kneeling on the
floor. He motioned for me to take off my jeans which I did, trying to pretend
it was with great reluctance that I was giving in to his demands. As I did, my
hard dick popped out and Ritchie grinned and pointed to it with the barrel of
his gun.
“Look Butch, daddy’s already all nice and hard. I think someone’s been wanting
a BJ from his daughter!”
Jane looked to the side, careful to keep Butch’s dick in her mouth, but enough
to see my erection poking out, testifying to how horny I was for our daughter.
She then shifted her eyes and glared at me. There was no doubt whatsoever what
she was thinking but then, what could I say? I may have been Alicia’s father
but I am still a man and my eleven year-old daughter was damn cute. Add to that
the sight of my wife kneeling naked on the floor, giving the best BJ of her
adult life, all right in front of me and really, how could ANY man stay limp
under those conditions? It wasn’t fair.
“Let’s go dad, make up your damn mind. Either she sucks your dick or I have her
do mine,” taunted Ritchie in a tone that told me he WOULD do exactly that and
was looking forward to it. My decision wasn't based on being a good father or
protector. No, it wasn’t so much that I didn’t want Alicia to suck his dick, it
was I wanted MINE to be the first dick she sucked., Hell, after me she could
suck them both for all I cared. It was her FIRST BJ that I was out to get.
After that, they could have her.
“C’mon baby, get down over here and start sucking on me, just like mommy is
doing to him,” I said to her tenderly. Alicia looked at me and then at her mom
and then at my hard dick which I was holding in my hand.
“Do I have to? Daddy, do I really have to suck it?” she said in a small voice,
barely audible even to me. It was the same tone she used when she was being
forced to take cough medicine she didn’t like.
“Yes baby, I’m so sorry. You know I don’t want you to have to do this but if
you don’t, these bad men are going to hurt you and maybe your mom and dad too.
Look at your mommy, she’s doing it and it’s OK for her. See, she likes it now.
Now hurry up and do the same to me, just like your mommy is doing it to him.”
Alicia didn't look all that convinced but I was her father and so she dutifully
listened to me and got down on her knees and hovered her pretty face close to my
horny stiff dick. I could barely breath as I watched her lips part and held her
mouth open as wide as she could. I held my breath as she slowly descended to my
cock. Then the most unbelievable thing happened, I FINALLY felt her wet mouth
on my cock. Damn, my eleven year-old daughter actually had my stiff dick in her
mouth! What kept me from exploding right then and there is a miracle, but
fortunately I somehow managed to hold it back as she put just the head in her
mouth and held it there, not moving but rather simply holding my dick in her
cute little mouth.
“That’s it baby, now move up and down on it, just like mommy is, see her?”
Jane’s eyes turned to me, both of them wide open as she listened to me give
instructions to her daughter on how to suck her husband’s dick. Did she suspect
anything? I was trying so hard not to appear TOO eager that she was sucking my
dick but in my heart and head I was practically dying with ecstasy. Oh yeah,
after all these years of fantasizing about it, my Alicia was sucking my dick!
Just then Butch groaned and I saw him thrust his dick hard into Jane’s face.
She was caught off guard and tried to pull back as she realized what was
happening. It was too late as Butch had his hands on the back of her head and
was pulling her roughly into his crotch, forced himself even deeper into her
mouth if anything.
“Fuck, I’m cumming bitch,” he groaned again as his hips thrust forward and I
heard Jane choking slightly as his hot cum started to spray into her mouth and
down her throat. Damn, she had never let me cum in her mouth once the entire
time we were married and here she was taking the full load of a stranger’s cum.
OK, once she was pretty drunk and she didn’t pull back when I came but she was
madder than hell afterwards. Now here she was, taking the full load of a
complete stranger, and this time she wasn't even trying to pull back from it.
Hell, if anything the bitch was sucking the sperm out of him like a whore in
heat.
The sight of my sexy nude wife taking Butch’s cum in her mouth was great but
nothing compared to the sensations I was having from having my eleven year-old
daughter suck my dick. Damn, her mouth felt incredible! It was all I had
dreamed of – and more.
Jane pulled her mouth off Butch’ cock and wiped the cum that had dripped down
her chin with her hand. Then to my surprise, without thinking she
absentmindedly licked her fingers clean. That bitch! She loved cum and here
she was eating it from a total stranger and probably wanting more. Jane looked
over at me and it must have struck her as to what she was doing because she
hurriedly pulled her hand from her mouth and looked away from me.
“Damn, I bet you didn’t you know your wife was such a great cocksucker, did
you?” Butch taunted me, “So how’s the little girl doing? Hmmmm, looks like good
cocksucking skills runs in the genes.”
I didn't say anything but I knew the look of sheer ecstasy on my face had to be
giving me away. Jane was staring at me, looking totally disgusted as she
realized I was enjoying my BJ from Alicia. Well, talk about the kettle calling
the pot black! Besides, it wasn’t fair of her to judge me at a time like this.
Even if I hadn’t arranged for it, what reasonable father would NOT enjoy his
daughter sucking his dick? I was only human after all.
“What’s the matter mommy, your hubby enjoying your daughter’s mouth a little too
much for you? Butch taunted her, “Well, I think it’s time ol’ Ritchie here got
something for his efforts here today, don’t you?”
My wife was still on her knees as she looked over at the kid to see what was
happening next. When she saw him approach, her shoulders drooped as she seemed
to resign herself to being forced to give yet another blowjob. Closing her
eyes, she leaned her head back to take Ritchie’s stiff dick in her mouth. Butch
just laughed at the sight in front of him her.
“Shit bitch, you’ve already taken one mouthful. Are you really that hungry for
another?”
Jane looked at him, confusion all over her face.
“Get up and bend over the bed, our boy doesn’t need a blowjob. No, Ritchie here
needs some of that hot and wet mommy pussy.”
Jane’s eyes really widened after that. Sucking Butch’s cock was horrible enough
and doing Ritchie’s next would have been just as bad, overall making this
evening the worst nightmare she had THOUGHT imaginable. ut now, to be raped by
this disgusted teenager was simply beyond her comprehension.
“Hey, either he fucks you or I do, so take your pick bitch. And you KNOW if I
do it, it ain’t gonna be fun… well, at least not for you.”
I was trying to listen in on what was happening as Alicia started to seem to get
into what she was doing. I had been quietly whispering to her, encouraging her
and complimenting her on how good of a job she a doing. At first she was
hesitant to do anything but the more I told her what to do and then told her
what a great daughter she was being, the more she seemed to be enjoying it. It
was like I always said, little girls WANT to suck dick and would if given half
the chance. It’s the adults that teach them otherwise.
Jane slowly stood up and assumed the position on our bed. It was a tall style
so she didn’t have to bend over very far to get down on her elbows. She stood
there with her slender legs tight together, not saying a word as she resigned
herself to this final indignity.
“Shit, spread your legs apart,” Butch ordered her as Ritchie moved in behind
her, “Let me hear you beg Ritchie to fuck you. C’mon whore, let him know how
bad you want it.”
Jane’s face was beet red with embarrassment but she spread her legs apart as
ordered without saying a word. She laid her head on its side on a pillow on the
bed, turning to face me as I continued to enjoy my daughter’s small mouth on my
dick.
“Say it bitch,” Butch said angrily to Jane, “Say it or I'll pound that cunt with
my own cock.”
“Fuck me,” I barely heard her say, more of a mumble than anything else.
“Last time bitch, say it or get it!”
“Alright then, I want you to fuck me, I want your dick in my cunt!”
Even under the circumstances, I was astounded to hear my wife talk like this to
him. Even back in high school I had NEVER before heard Jane refer to her pussy
as her “cunt”, not even when she was drunk and horny. Ritchie moved in behind
her, his stiff dick standing out straight as an arrow as he continued to stroke
himself. He rubbed his dick against her wet pussy and then pushed it inside of
her. It slipped in so easily he was all the way inside of her with the first
push.
“Shit, she’s fucking soaking wet Butch!” Ritchie cried out.
Jane looked over at me, obviously embarrassed that her pussy could betray her
like this. If she had been a decent woman, she should have been dry as a bone,
the same way she was with me half the time we tried to have sex. Instead, she
was now practically in heat.
“Damn, her cunt feels so fucking good,” Ritchie informed us all as he started to
stroke his hard dick in and out of Jane’s pussy.
“C’mon bitch, tell him how it feels. Shit, quit pretending you don’t love it,”
Butch said, leaning over to speak almost right in her ear to make sure that she
heard and understood him..
“Oh yeah, fuck my cunt, it feel so good to have your hard dick in my wet cunt!”
she cried out, panting harder as he fucked her even harder. It wasn’t just him
fucking her anymore either. Her hips were thrusting back into him, matching his
rhythm as she moved to help him stroke himself even deeper inside of her. What
a whore! My wife was enjoying this! If it hadn’t been for Alicia trying so
hard to please me, I would have stood up and smacked her in the face for being
such a fucking slut.
“Hey little girl, are you watching your mommy getting fucked?” Butch asked
Alicia, moving over and picking her up, pulling her mouth off my dick so he
could put her in a place where she could watch her mom being fucked better and
closer up. Alicia hadn't realized what was happening and she put her hand to
her mouth and gasped when she saw what was being done to her mother.
“Mommy?” she called out softly, trying to get her mother’s attention.
Butch chuckled and patted her on the head. “Your mommy is too busy enjoying my
friend’s dick in her. Would you like to be like her?”
If Jane heard what Butch said to her daughter, she didn't give any indication.
She was indeed too busy being fucked to pay any attention to anyone or anything
else. I’d never seen her moaning and humping her hips like this before when we
had sex. She looked over at me and a nasty smile appeared and she looked at me
while she begged Ritchie to fuck her even harder. It was then I realized what
the bitch was doing. She had seen how much I was enjoying the way her daughter
was sucking my dick and now it was payback time. Whether she was really
enjoying being fucked by Ritchie or not, she wanted me to think she was. The
thing is, I didn’t think there was nearly as much pretending going on now as
when she had gotten started – if there really had been any before.
Well, two could play her game. I looked over at Butch and he could tell what I
wanted. Fortunately, he hadn’t completely forgotten what the real intent of
this little get-together was.
“Alright dad, it’s time for you to fuck your daughter!”
I tried to act like I didn’t want to, pleading with him to not force me to do
such a horrendous thing to out daughter. “No, please don’t make me do that.
She’s my daughter for Christ sake!”
Butch chuckled. “Exactly, and that’s why you’re going to fuck her. Let’s go
dad, it’s either you or me and frankly, I’d rather it be me so I’m rooting for
you to say no. That’s a fine little piece of ass you have there sucking your
dick at the moment.”
Alicia looked at me, her face clearly showing the fear she was feeling. She was
still fully dressed so I went to her and hugged her and then I started to take
her blouse off slowly. She stood there and allowed me to undress her, piece by
piece. As I pulled her tank top up and over her head, her bare chest was
revealed to me for the first time since she was a little girl. Her breasts, if
you could call the swellings on her chest that, were starting to develop and her
nipples were pointed and full. Then I dropped her shorts, exposing her white
panties which I then took off of her as well. God Almighty, my daughter was now
standing naked in front of me! To make her more comfortable, I took off my
clothes as well and then we were both naked, my incestuous cock standing out and
poking against her as I held her close to me.
“Awwww, isn’t that sweet. OK, let’s go dad, we don’t have all night you know!”
Butch broke in.
Alicia looked up at me and she smiled at me. It wasn't much of a smile but
still, it was the first time she’d even come close since we had gotten home.
“It’s OK daddy, I understand.”
Oh my God! I couldn’t believe my ears. My daughter was essentially offering
herself to me. Sure, it was under duress, but to hear her say those words, no
matter what the reason, was something I'll never forget as long as I live.
“I love you Alicia,” I whispered to her as I gently picked her up and carried
her to the other end of the bed from where her whore of a mother was still being
fucked by Ritchie.
Ritchie was fucking her fast and hard and it wasn't long before the inevitable
happened – he came. He paused for a moment and then his hips thrust forward,
driving his nasty dick deep into my wife’s warm pussy as he shot his sperm into
her. No sooner than he had cum than Butch was pushing him out of the way, eager
to get his own shot at her. Jane didn’t make any effort to stop him. Hell,
instead she reached back and guided his dick into her. Butch’s dick must have
been twice the size of Ritchie’s and she gasped as he forced himself into her.
Meanwhile, I had Alicia on her back with her legs spread. I didn't want to hurt
her so I put my face between her legs and started to lick her pussy, letting my
saliva drip onto her to lubricate her. As it turned out, she didn’t need much
help. Whether it was sucking her dad’s cock or seeing her mother being fucked,
my little girl was already pretty wet and ready. As much as I would have loved
to lick her bare little pussy all night, I had other things I wanted to
accomplish – with fucking her at the top of the “to do” list..
“Are you sure baby” I asked her as I mounted her, holding myself off of her so
as not to crush her petite little body. My dick was now only inches away from
my prize and I wanted to feel her pussy all around it so badly. Still, I had
enough common sense remaining to know I needed her to be as responsible as I was
for what was about to happen. There would be nobody saying later that I raped
her.
“Yes daddy, I want you to fuck me,” she said softly.
Bingo! She must have picked up this little gem from listening to her whore
mother. Whatever the source, she had just said the very words that I had jerked
off so many times dreaming she would say.
“Let’s go dad, fuck her. Listen to her, she wants it!” Butch urged me.
Jane must have also heard her daughter’s beautiful words to me as well as for
just a moment the veneer she was trying to put on broke and she looked over at
her daughter, aghast that such words could be coming from her mouth. She didn’t
say anything but the look she gave me said it all – she couldn’t believe I was
going to fuck Alicia and there was no way I’d better do it. Well, it’s sort of
hard to take her mother’s advice when she’s laying in bed like a tramp letting
some guy she’d never met fuck the daylights out of her.
Well, nobody had to say anything more, I wanted to fuck my daughter so badly
nothing could have stopped me now. My heart was pounding as I reached down and
positioned my hard dick against her baby-smooth virgin pussy hole. When I tried
to push myself into her, it simply wouldn’t go in. Damn she so fucking tight!
To my amazement, Alicia reached down and took my dick in my hand to help me.
She rubbed my cock head against her pussy, working it in slowly. I could feel
just the tip of my dick start to enter her and all I could think was I was
finally doing what I had dreamed about for so many years, pushing my dick into
my daughter’s little pussy.
“Oh god,” I moaned as I pushed myself as hard as I could against her resisting
cunt. It actually hurt a bit as my cock bent slightly when I pressed it even
harder. Then it was like her pussy suddenly gave up the fight and the head of
my dick literally popped inside of her. Alicia gasped as I held myself there
for a moment, savoring the moment, this unrepeatable, once-in-a-lifetime moment
where my dick was finally inside my daughter’s pussy for the very first time.
Damn she was so fucking tight!
Alicia was biting her lip, trying not cry out as I stretched her pussy like it
had never been before. Her pain didn’t bother me. If anything, I just wanted
more. I wanted to feel myself deeper in her and so I pushed again, making her
gasp in pain, the sound being music to my ears. My dick pushed in a little
further and then I felt myself against her hymen. Alicia couldn’t hold it back
any longer and cried out this time as I pushed myself threw it, tearing her
apart inside to make way for her father’s dick to penetrate her.
“Oh daddy, it hurts so bad!” she whined, tears streaming from her eyes and down
her face as I felt her wiggling under me, trying to pull away from the object
inside of her that was causing her such pain.
“It’s OK baby, it will feel better soon,” I whispered to her as I held myself
still inside of her. Once again, for the umpteenth time, I marveled at how
tight she was. It was like a warm fleshy vise was around my dick, squeezing it
harder and harder the deeper I want in. She was so tight that I was afraid that
if I stayed still much longer I might start to lose my erection. My dick was
past the half-way point inside of her when I felt myself bottom out in her
pussy.
“It hurts so bad daddy, please take it out,” she pleaded with me, the tears now
a constant stream.
At this moment I looked at Jane as she was bucking under Butch like a whore in
heat. The bitch wasn't even watching her daughter lose her virginity. Al she
cared about was getting herself off, the hell with her husband and daughter. At
that moment I hated Jane more than ever at this moment. It was HER fault that
our daughter was being forced to feel so much pain. If Jane had been a decent
mother and understanding wife, she would have brought Alicia to our bed long
ago, taught her about sex and how to please a man. It hurt me that Alicia’s
first time could have been such a loving and tender experience, with her mom
licking her and helping her to be better prepared for her father’s incestuous
dick. In that scenario, if she was hurting badly, I could have pulled out and
waited, knowing I had her mother’s blessing to be back in her again when she was
ready.
But nooooo, it wasn't going to be that way. Alicia’s fucking mother wasn't
going to help her to give herself to her dad for her first time so now it had to
be this way. My only hope was that someday Alicia would understand and put the
blame for her painful first time where it belonged – her mother.
Even though I knew it was hurting her, my lust for my daughter overwhelmed any
sense of pity I might have had for her. No matter how bad it hurt her, I wasn’t
going to stop, not now, not after getting this far. I HAD to fuck her. I HAD
to cum in her. I HAD to mate my daughter. After all, when would I ever get a
chance like this again? Of course if life was a porn movie, we would continue
giving sex long after the crooks had left but this was real life. Odds were
much higher that this was going to be my one and only shot at fucking my
daughter so no matter what it did to her, I HAD to fulfill my fantasies now or
I’d be regretting it for the rest of my life.
“I love you baby, I don’t mean to hurt you but daddy needs this,” I groaned as I
started to stroke myself in and out of the tightest pussy imaginable. I could
barely move my dick at first she was gripping my cock so tightly. Overall, it
was just as I had dreamed it would be all times I had masturbated thinking about
this very moment.
“Look at your husband, he’s really into it now,” I heard Butch saying to Jane as
he pounded her cunt. I looked at her and saw she was watching me now. It was
all I could do not to smile at her. The pure hatred on her face can’t even be
described. She KNEW I was enjoying fucking Alicia and I knew that what I was
doing was the most unforgivable act I could ever do in her eyes.
I'll never understand women. I would have thought that any woman being fucked
against her will while being forced to watch her husband rob her daughter of her
virginity would be dry as a desert with sex being the last thing on her mind. I
never did buy into all that crap in porn movies and stories where the wife
couldn’t help but begin to enjoy being fucked by her captors. Until now, I knew
Jen hated what was happening to her and the only reason she was pretending to
like it was to get it over quicker and to make me jealous. Well, that may have
been true until now but when Butch started to cum in her it was like a light
switch was thrown and she finally gave in to him. She turned away from me and
Alicia and I could see she was cumming. Damn, the bitch was having an orgasm!
Butch knew it too and he looked over at me and grinned broadly as he released
his cum in my wife.
Well, I had other things on my mind than what my whore wife was up to. I was
stroking myself faster and faster into Alicia’s pussy, ignoring her cries for me
to stop and her hand trying to push me away from her sore pussy. Someday she
would appreciate this, she would be happy her dad had fucked her instead of one
of these criminals.
“Oh my god!” I groaned as I felt my orgasm erupt and then it was happening – I
was shooting my sperm deep into Alicia’s pussy. OMG, I was mating my own
daughter, my cute little eleven-year-old sweetie that was always so innocent and
sweet. Well, she HAD been innocent, There was nothing innocent about her now
as I pumped her pussy full of sperm. Now she was the sluttiest of eleven-year
old girls, taking her father’s dick inside of her, accepting his cum.
Finally I had released everything I had in me inside of her. I was dripping
with sweat as I pulled my dick out of her and stared at her freshly fucked
pussy. There was a little blood on my cock and around her pussy but nothing
that much. Actually there was much more of my cum draining from her reddish
pussy. She was going to be sore for a few days, that was for sure.
Alicia just laid there, her eyes shut tight and her hand cupping her sore pussy.
She wasn’t crying as much now and I was tempted to lick her pussy to see if that
would help when Ritchie looked like he was about to take a try at Alicia for
himself. I looked over at Butch and stared at him. Our eyes met and he
understood what I was trying to tell him – enough was enough. I did NOT want
anyone else fucking my daughter tonight. I had caused her enough pain and I had
a little compassion for her. Besides, she was mine and nobody else was going to
fuck her for now but me.
“Shit, we had better get out of here,” Butch said, waving Ritchie away from
Alicia as he pulled up his pants. In less than a minute they were ready and
Butch grabbed the jewelry they had taken and tossed it at Jane, who was laying
with her legs spread wide apart and cum draining from her freshly fucked cunt
like a porn star after a gang bang. God I hated that bitch!
“Here, keep your crappy junk bitch,” he sneered at her, “We got something better
tonight, didn’t we Ritchie?”
Ritchie just leered at Jane and pointed at his dick saying, “Last chance for
more of this.”
Jane was about to say something she probably would have regretted but
fortunately Butch grabbed him and pulled him away. Next thing we knew, we were
alone in the room. Alicia immediately ran to her mother and Jane hugged her
tight against her. I couldn’t help but feel a surge again in my dick again as I
saw my newly fucked naked daughter pressed tight against her slutty mother.
Both of them had cum dripping from their pussies and it was the hottest and most
erotic sight I’d ever seen.
Well, NOW it was going to be interesting. I knew Jane would be accusing me of
enjoying it when I was “forced” to fuck our daughter. Well, I could accuse her
of the same. Besides, she had been totally humiliated and there was no way she
would ever report this to the police.
I wasn't worried. I knew I could talk my way out of this. I always have been
able to manipulate Jane into believing the things she wanted to believe. The
real question was what would happen in the future? Would I get to fuck Alicia
again? God I hoped so. Seeing her naked now just made me want to take her
again.
Something told me tonight was NOT going to be the first and last time. If Jane
didn’t like it, fuck her. Well, maybe someone ELSE needed to fuck her.
John and Alicia