With the swift passage of time following the Los Vegas trip, I felt that our lives were 
spiraling out of control and there was nothing I could do to check it. The dam had burst 
and I was being swept away in the headwaters. I had naively thought that once Jeans 
fantasy was fulfilled, things would get back to some semblance of order but that never 
happened. I dont know what I was thinking because witnessing her enthusiasm toward 
her ravishment and the heights of ecstasy she achieved I should have known right then 
and there that her appetite would never be sated; at least sated by me. Our weekly 
couples night turned into couples weekends and even that was expanded to include 
occasional get-togethers on evenings during the week. Every one of those events included 
a thorough fucking of Jean by Phil. They were acting like teenagers. Even though we 
often fucked, Mary and I were being left out  me more than Mary because, according to 
her, Phil managed to give her a robust sexual drubbing on a weekly basis and sometimes 
more. I was getting little or nothing in the way of intercourse, from Jean, and those times 
when it did happen, were losing intensity for both of us since Jeans cunt was now totally 
stretched beyond the ability of a normal man to satisfy her.

At the risk of losing her, I had to bring this thing to a head and tell Jean that things just 
couldnt continue like it was. It took me several weeks to get up the courage to bring it up 
to Jean but after a week where she fucked him four nights in a row, I had no choice. I 
took her to a nice restaurant where I could be sure that she would not have an emotional 
outburst in the middle of what I was going to say. I could keep the tenor of out discussion 
soft and she would have some time to think it over and deal with it before we finished our 
meal. My plan was almost foiled when she, unbeknown to me, extended an invitation to 
Phil and Mary to join us. Fortunately, I had clued Mary into my plan as she was just as 
affected by what was going on as I was. She deftly skirted the invitation by claiming that 
her in-laws were coming over on Friday night to see the kids. Their visits had been the 
only reason our tryst nights were ever cancelled. I became extremely friendly with Phils 
parents for that very reason. I needed the relief they provided.

Friday night came around and when it was time to leave to make the reservation, Jean 
came down dressed in rather casual clothes. I was wearing a suit.  I told her that we were 
going to look like a very odd couple and extremely unlike her, she just shrugged her 
shoulders and walked out of the door and headed for the car. Was something up? Did 
Mary tell her what this was all about? I could already tell that this was going to be a very 
uncomfortable night.

We were seated in the restaurant at a corner table that I had requested when making the 
reservation because it was the most. After we got our drinks and ordered our meals, I 
wasted no time in telling her what was on my mind so that the time to eat the meal would 
buffer her temper. I was direct and to the point. I told her that she had to stop it with Phil 
and return to our marriage. I had gotten so worked up in telling her all of this that I 
became red in the face and was visibly shaking but I kept my voice down and my temper 
in-check. Well, she didnt. She yelled out, You son of a bitch! You have been as much a 
part of all of this as

Seeing all heads turn toward us, I interrupted her with, Shhh! which only made her 
madder. She stood up and abruptly threw her napkin at me and stormed to the restroom 
leaving me the target of everyones stares and curiosity. I gave the room a half hearted 
smile while shrugging my shoulders and turned to my scotch on the rocks for comfort.

Our meals were served and she remained in the bathroom. I was now totally mortified as 
everyones attention was drawn to the waiter placing her meal at the empty seat. I took a 
hefty gulp of scotch and was about to get up to get her when she came walking calmly 
back to the table and sat down as if nothing happened. Fortunately, my false start could 
have been interpreted as gentlemanly politeness in welcoming her back. I handed her 
napkin back and sat down as gracefully as I could manage considering the effects of 
trepidation wracking my body in anticipation of what she was going to say. I sat with my 
hands in my lap while she picked up the utensils and began to eat. There was no way I 
was going to be able to do that. My hands were shaking so hard that I wouldnt even be 
able to grasp the fork let alone get it to my mouth. I just stared at her. I was really 
confused because the expression on her face was so calm. I can tell you that for the last 
couple of months, I was feeling like a total stranger because of the way she was acting 
with me. I had feared that our relationship, our marriage, was over. I was expecting the 
next words that came out of her mouth to be, I want a divorce! and I was shocked when 
actually said, Your right, things have gotten way out of control. It will stop. I mulled 
those words over and over in my head for quite some time before I could say anything. I 
was examining them for a loophole and testing their sincerity by thinking back to the way 
we use to communicate. Thing had become very different since Vegas and I was not sure 
she was talking to me the same way she did before the trip. I decided that she was, at 
lease I wanted her to, and tried to formulate a command that would restore my 
masculinity and give me some sort of power in our relationship going forward. But, what 
came out was, Do you still love me? Those words hung in the air a little too long for 
my comfort. She looked like she was examining her feelings for me just as I had 
examined every word of her admission. Our eyes were locked while I waited the verdict. 
I felt like I was sitting naked in the freezing cold, shaking uncontrollably with shivers that 
went up and down my torso. I am sure it was plainly visible to her and to everyone in the 
restaurant who were hanging with me in anticipation of her response. 

Her expression became mellow, her eyes softened and her lips tightened and began to 
quiver. She was about to speak but clearly couldnt get it out. My heart was pleading for 
an answer. I needed to know one way or the other if our love affair was over. As she tried 
to form words with her tremoring lips, her eyes welled up and a flow tears spilled down 
her cheeks. Everyone around us got silent as she began to speak. All she could manage to 
get out was, Gary Im sorry I love you, and broke into a rather forceful sobbing. I 
could hear the hushed buzz of sympathetic response from our evesdropping audience as 
they wormed their noses into our private business. I realized then that taking this into a 
public setting was a big mistake. I was hoping that no one that knew us was present. With 
her sobbing so hard, there was no way that we were going to finish our dinner so I stood 
up and took her hand and lead her away from the table. By this time, there was no 
pretense of everyones invasion of our privacy as all eyes in the restaurant were glued to 
our every word and every move. I told her to go to the car while I paid the bill. The 
manager who knew us as regular customers was quite gracious and handed me his 
business card and said, Call me and settle up later. I thanked him and bolted to catch up 
with Jean as she was going out of the door.

Things seemed on a more even keel from that point forward. Jean and I had an open 
discussion with Phil and Mary to rein in the hedonism and attempt to rescue our 
friendship. Like everything else, Phil seemed to take this in stride and offered little 
comment. Mary and Jean bawled their eyes out and embraced each other like teenage 
girls. We all agreed on a path forward and I, at least, left there happy that I would once 
again have my wife to myself.

As our lives got back to normal, our focus moved from ourselves to the kids. They were 
kind of community property among us, and we divided our time with them so that they 
had almost constant adult supervision which was still Ok with Katie but not with Pip. At 
14, he wanted his independence and was becoming resentful of all of the attention he was 
getting from us. He especially resented his father because he was getting stricter with him 
and severely restricted his circulation among the various groups and cliques at school. As 
any father who was concerned with his sons wellbeing, Phil wanted Pip to travel in only 
the best circles to get the best leverage to his future. The only problem was that the best 
circles were no fun. Since I was the closest to Pip of the four adults, he confided in me 
and told me that he just wanted a little more freedom and that the constant supervision 
was just unbearable.  I told him I would try to help but could make no promises.

The first opportunity I got to talk to Phil alone was after he returned from a weeklong 
business trip and I picked him up at the airport. We made the usual small talk and I 
brought him up to speed on the kids activities and used that to segue to a discussion 
about Pip. I asked him to think back to when he was 14 going on 15 and the need to strike 
out on your own. He struggled with this approach because he apparently made some 
pretty bad choices when he was young but he didnt have a father around to guide him.  I 
told him that Pip not only had a father that loved him but he also had a surrogate father 
that loved him also and between the two of us we would be vigilant, but at an arms 
length, in developing his character. I also reminded him that Pip already had a strong 
character and has never caused a minute of trouble and maintains a 4.0 average in school. 
What else can you ask of a kid? 

I talked to Pip that afternoon while I was taking him to club soccer practice and told him 
the good news and that he would be able to join the school sports teams where he would 
get much less supervision from the adults in his life and let him get closer to his school 
friends. He was elated and when we got out of the car gave me a big hug in front of his 
gathered team mates an act seeming out of place considering he wanted his independence 
or at least to appear that way in front of his peers. I guess he is grappling with the age old 
problem of puberty, the body growing faster than the mind; half of the brain wanting to 
be grown up and the other half seeking refuge in the safety of childhood.

We all saw less of Pip after that or should I call him Gat? That is what all of his friends 
call him now. Dont ask me what it means or how he got it but there it is. Now, all of my 
attention was given to Katie and she loved it. She had a crush on me and I did nothing to 
discourage it. I loved the way she held onto my hand everywhere we went in public and 
often hugged onto my arm when we were walking slow enough. She cozied up to me 
every chance she got. Even though I was being deceitful, to the world I looked like a 
proud papa showing off the special relationship of daddy and his little girl. God was I 
happy! With Pip, I mean Gat, it was a guy to guy thing always oriented toward some kind 
of competition or competitive event. In reality, the young buck was practicing for the 
time when he will challenge and eventually conquer the silverback. 

Things were changing with Katie too as she was now 12 years old and starting on her 
way to becoming a woman. She was always a beautiful girl just like her mother. People 
were attracted to her just because of her appearance. She always got picked first for group 
activities, all of her friends wanted to include her is whatever they had going on. In short, 
she had it good. She, like Jean, appeared oblivious to all of the attention she drew. She 
handled it well and didnt let it go to her head. It was for those very reasons that I 
couldnt understand why she needed so much attention from me. You know, we had 
always been so close physically, holding hands and hugging, that I didnt notice her 
growing up. One day when I dropped her off for a school event and watched her walking 
away from me and it was as if I looking at her mother. She was wearing a pretty short 
skirt showing of some very mature looking calves and thighs. Her legs were beautifully 
shaped and no longer the spindly limbs of a little girl. Her butt too was nicely shaped and 
protruded ever so slightly under the back of the skirt and between her still narrow hips. I 
could detect the formation of a womanly waist being carved out of that once straight up 
and down torso. Her hair had changed from the bright red she had as a baby to a flaxen 
yellow with only the slightest hint of red. I wasnt sure if she was dying it but thought not 
since it was so shiny and smooth; not to mention her tender age but these days, who 
knows. It was long and brushed strait and sections pulled back from the sides and tied 
into a ponytail to drape down her back in that cute style of a 12 year old girl.  Her gate 
was surprisingly mature and I am ashamed to say titillating. I was actually getting slightly 
aroused when she broke out in a girl-like run with her ponytail swaying back and forth in 
sync with her pace and ended with a little skip when she reached her friends breaking my 
spell. 

Driving in my car on the way back home, I had to take stock of what just happened. I 
wondered if fathers ever got similar erotic feelings for their young daughters. Was this a 
normal feeling or was I struggling with pedophilic urges. What was I going to do? The 
more I thought about what just happened the more excited I got. I was in full erection. I 
was remembering all of the times when we were in physical contact and wondering how I 
would react to that after what just happened. The memory of her soft touch and the heat 
of her hand in mine were making it worse. I was in full sexual arousal thinking about her. 
I could feel her breathing and hear her breathing as if she was lying against me. I thought 
of all of the times when she kissed me with little girl intensity and sometimes on the lips. 
I was beginning to confuse this with real adult passion. 

When I reached home, the house was empty. I went into the den and saw a pair of Katies 
sweatpants and the sweatshirt that she used almost year round at our house since Jean 
kept the house pretty cold during winter and summer.  I gave them to her so she could 
keep get comfortable while she waited at our house after school for her parents to get 
home. She would scoot them on usually over her school clothes as soon as she got in. 
They were folded neatly on the seat of the rocker where she usually sat unless I was in 
the room when she would join me on the love seat to watch TV. In my heighten state of 
arousal, I couldnt resist scooping them up ad running upstairs with them to my 
bathroom. I was crazed with lust and turned the unwashed sweatpants inside out and 
pressed the crotch to my face in the hope that there would be some evidence, a hint of her 
scent that proved she wore them. I struggled with my belt with my free hand and then had 
to put the sweatpants down for me to extract my overly stiff cock in order to work out my 
relief. I brought her garment back to my nose and inhaled deeply in search of her scent 
but all I could smell was the clean smell of soap and what ever she used to keep herself 
clean and fresh. Undaunted by the lack of pheromones, I just imagined her young pussy 
rubbing against the material I held tightly to my face and this was enough. My hand was 
only supplying minor support to my cock when the thoughts of Katies immature cunt 
drove my sperm from my balls and out of the end of my dick. I quickly brought her 
sweatpants down to my prick and dumped several loads directly on the inside of the 
crotch. I used the material to complete my masturbation and sop up all of the messy cum.

I was immediately remorseful for my depravity; for my betrayal of her implicit trust in 
me. Then, seized with panic, I realized that I had no time to wash them because I had to 
leave again to pick her up at the school. In my hysteria, I couldnt remember why I came 
all the way back home when she was only going to be there one hour. There had to be a 
good reason but I just couldnt concentrate on that when I had to find a solution to this 
dilemma. When I bring her home, she is going to want to put these on to keep warm in air 
conditioned den. The globs of white sperm were by now being absorbed by the fabric and 
a dark border was spreading out from the pearly mounds of cum. I pulled a stream of 
paper from the roll hanging next to the toilet and tried my best to scoop the goo from 
inside the crotch but the dark wet stain left behind was like a neon sign advertising my 
evil deed. In desperation, I pulled the hairdryer from the drawer to use it to dry up my 
mess. It didnt seem to be working too fast and time was getting short. I pressed the 
nozzle against the thick material in an attempt to speed things up but that overheated the 
device and it shut itself off. I ran down the hall to the upstairs laundry and threw them in 
the dryer. That was taking too long to heat up and I had to leave. I threw open the door 
and grabbed them and ran to our bedroom and searched for Jeans travel hair dryer and 
found it in a bottom drawer. This time I was going to be more careful and force myself to 
be patient. The high pitch whine of the dryer was painful to my ears but I suffered 
through it. I could see that I was making some progress but it was very slow. I got it to a 
point where the stains were only slightly damp and not nearly as visible. Leaving the 
bedroom torn apart, I ran back down stairs and neatly folded the sweatpants and placed 
them on the seat of the rocker. Somehow, it didnt look right but I couldnt waste any 
time trying to figure out why so I ran out to the car and headed to her school. Half way 
there, I remembered the sweatshirt that I left somewhere between the den and our upstairs 
bath. I also thought of the mess I made in the bedroom and the two hairdryers left out on 
the counters. If for some reason Jean comes home early from work and sees a disturbance 
to her perfectly kept home, she is gong to wonder what happened and start asking 
questions. Every excuse I could thing of seemed lame as I practiced them in my head. 
One after the other, I abandoned them and searched for a new one when I arrived at the 
school and saw Katie standing there all by herself at the curb. She looked pissed. Now I 
had to come up with something to placate her. I abandoned all planning for the other 
excuses and the best I could come up with for her was, Sorry, I got hung up at the 
bank!

She looked puzzled and said, Bank? Did you pick up my bag?

Holy Christ! That is what I went home for; her dance attire. I had to take her to her 
dancing lessons now and I forgot and I know how dedicated she was to dancing. She 
would really be pissed now.

Pleading my case, I said, Sorry honey but I was so long at the bank, I couldnt make it 
home.

Surprisingly, her pissed off look softened and she looked at me saying, Thats all right, I 
need a break anyway. I would love to just like to curl up with you on the couch and watch 
a movie or something. Ok?

I was pleased to be off the hook but had a little trepidation about bringing her back home 
in case the evidence of my indiscretion was not completely dry not to mention her 
wondering why her sweatshirt was laying somewhere leading to my bathroom.

I said, Sure honey, anything you want. 

On the drive home, I again struggled to find answers to all of the many possible questions 
that could arise from what she finds upon entering the house but, looking at her mare 
thighs unconsciously spread apart by this unsuspecting young girl, I kind of drifted off to 
ponder what she may have meant by or something.  We were well on our way and she 
was shifting and moving around in full body animation to what she was saying. What that 
was, I couldnt tell you because I was so distracted by her youthful creamy thighs. 
Watching her skirt ride up to her crotch, I realized that she wasnt wearing her seatbelt 
and hesitated in telling her to buckle up knowing that it was going to limit the show she 
was presenting. I found my responsible self and said, Honey, buckle up in case we get 
into an accident. And pausing briefly to get up the courage, I added, I wouldnt want 
anything to happen to such a beautiful young woman as you.

She immediately complied and got very quiet. I could sense the anticipation hanging 
heavy in the silence and feel her staring at my face but hadnt the courage to return the 
glance. I could feel her looking at me all the way home but she said nothing more.

Hearing the click of her seatbelt buckle after we stopped in my driveway, I finally turned 
to look at her but she was by now looking where she was going as she slid out of her seat. 
I did get a great look and her bare thighs as she spread them wide to step out of the car. 
She ran ahead and used her key to open the door and entered our kitchen. I hurried to try 
to get ahead of her to distract her from my bungled indiscretion but I couldnt catch the 
swift child. She threw her schoolbag and purse on the countertop and ran into the den and 
the first thing she noticed was the missing sweatshirt. She asked where it was and I told 
her that it must have taken it upstairs and that I would get it. I was expecting her to ask 
my why I would have taken it up there but instead, she said, Ill get it!

I immediately panicked and sprang to the stairs only to be two steps behind her as she 
bounded up. She apparently was thinking I was playing with her and challenging her to a 
race. Our relative positions on the stairs had me looking straight at her muscular behind 
as it gyrated back and forth beneath the short skirt as she sprung like a gazelle up the 
steps. As luck would have it, I was treated to a view of her pantied ass as she gained a 
few steps on me so I slowed down slightly to get the better angle. As she hit the top of the 
stairs, she turned to gloat in her win and gave me an even closer view of her cameltoe as 
she raised her arms in victory pulling her skirt sufficiently high to display herself to me. 
She was going to be built just like her mom. With the silken material of her panties pulled 
in deep from her exertions, she was displaying a puffy vulva that was much larger than 
what I would think a 12 year old girl would have. With such a trim and muscular body, 
you would never suspect there would be that much body fat concentrated in one area. It 
had to account got the majority of fat on her slim figure. It certainly was not evident 
anywhere else. But, then again, I hadnt seen anywhere else in a couple of years. Things 
had obviously changed a great deal since then.

She sprang to my bedroom, looked around and said, What happened in here?

I blamed Jean saying, Jean was running late and had to scramble to get ready for work 
this morning and I havent had a chance to clean up.

That one seemed to work despite the fact that was obvious to everyone that Jean was a 
manic-compulsive and never left anything messy, no matter what.

Always willing to help, Katie perkily said Ill clean it up, and picked up each item of 
Jeans clothing laying about and neatly folded them and fastidiously placed them in the 
open drawers closing them as they were filled. I took advantage of her distraction to slip 
into the bathroom closing the door behind me and quickly straightened up the mess and 
flushed the piles of stiffened toilet paper down the toilet. Seeing the sweatshirt, I picked it 
up, folded it like Katie would and walked out of the other door into the sleeping area of 
our bedroom around the corner from Katie. I said, found it! and walked around to show 
her. She had finished tiding up and grabbed the shirt out of my hand and said, Ill race 
you! and headed out of the door toward the back stairs down two levels to the den. I 
took my time following all the while scouring the room for anything out of place. 
Satisfied that Jean would not notice anything, I headed down to join her. 

By the time I got to the Den, Katie had pulled on her comfy outfit and was sitting on the 
loveseat with her legs tight together and curled tight beneath one side of her butt. She was 
leaning awkwardly toward where I normally sit propped up by her left arm. Sporting a 
big bright smile on her pretty face and patting the seat beside her, she invited me to join 
her. I sat down and she nestled into me and wrapping both her arms around my arm 
leaned her head to rest it on me. I took the TV remote in my free hand and turned it on 
hoping there was something interesting to watch. I was trying to concentrate on the TV 
but I found that she had imprisoned my right arm against her budding breasts with my 
hand firmly pressing into her warm lap. I began to think more about my arm then the TV 
when she said, I want to watch a movie. Lets watch Ghost, her favorite tearjerker.

She released my arm so I could get and trying to hide my reluctance I put the DVD into 
the player and returned to my seat next to her. She had adjusted her position and this time 
when she captured my arm my hand ended up flat on the cushion between her thighs and 
my wrist tight against her cunt. I tried to pull it out or readjust it to minimize the intimacy 
of out contact but she wasnt going for it. She actually rocked her crotch several times 
pressing her pussy against my wrist while settling into her cuddle. I was beginning to 
think she was being sexual but tried hard to get that thought purged from my brain. I 
wasnt going to go there. That was the ultimate taboo.

We watched the movie like that for the longest time all the while I had to fight my bad 
thoughts. My wrist became very sensitive to even the most subtle movement of her 
crotch. As the movie went on, she was getting emotional and I could feel her cunt getting 
hotter against my skin. My penis had been reacting to this situation and was by that time 
approaching an explosion. I had to take immediate action to avoid that. I pulled to get my 
arm away from her telling her that I had to get up.

She said, No! and squeezed her thighs tightly closed to trap my arm and prevent me 
from getting up. I pulled harder and by the look in her eyes, she was getting welcome 
stimulation from the movement of my arm as I tried to pull it out. This was too much and 
I was about to blow so I rolled myself to my feet while she tried to hold me to her on the 
couch. I saw her eyes divert downward and she suddenly let my arm go and I sprung 
upright in a move that placed my tented pants directly in front of her face. Her eyes were 
glued to it and I froze in pace. I looked down to assess the damage and could see that my 
cock must have been totally perpendicular to my body presenting the maximum tentage 
that I could. I slammed my hand at it to adjust myself so that it was less obvious but that 
just served to move it around a bit making matters worse. She now was more aware of the 
tent pole than the tent itself. I fumbled clumsily with it before having the sense to turn 
and walk away. As I went up stairs, I called back, Ill be right back. I have to take care 
of something. On the way up the steps, I was kicking myself over how I reacted and 
what I said. Why didnt I tell her that I had to go to the bathroom? What the hell would 
she think it was that I was taking care of? 

When I got to the bathroom, I splashed cold water over my face and neck and struggled 
with getting those impure thoughts out of my head. I was mortified that she had to see me 
like that. What must she think of me? I was in there a good ten minutes before the flush 
left my face and my cock deflated enough that I could give it a tuck. For that purpose, I 
got a jock strap out of my drawer and secured my bad boy in place and returned to the 
den.

Katis eyes were fixed on me from the time I entered the room at the top of the stairs and 
didnt break contact until I resumed my place next to her. So that she couldnt trap my 
arm again, I slid it across the top of the sofa and above her shoulders. She leaned into my 
chest and put her hands on me near her face. Her head was turned so that her ear was 
against me and she could hear my heart beating. As she listened to it, she slid her right 
hand over my heart and looked up to my face. Reluctantly, I turned my head and made 
eye contact with her and was drawn to her like I had her mother. Tenderly, she 
whispered, I love you.

How should I respond? She was just too young to understand what she was saying. She 
couldnt possible mean the kind of love that was driving me to distraction. She had to 
mean the kind of love we have always had. Ive told her I love her a thousand times. Is 
that what I should do? Will she interpret it the way I mean it? How do I mean it? No, will 
she accept it as she always had that I will always protect her and be there for her. 

I made my choice since I did love her with all of my heart and could never hold it back 
from her. I said firmly, I love you too Katie.

She adjusted her position to look me straight in the eye and said, No! I mean I LOVE 
YOU. The look on her face was quite serious not like the child I was use to hearing that 
from. This time there was real emotion attached to it. She sounded like an adult. But, she 
was just a child.

Suddenly it hit me that my sperm was touching her thighs right now and that I was not 
thing of her as a child when I jerked off in her sweatpants. I could feel my cock 
thickening again ad was glad that I took a precaution. I brought my arm around her and 
pulled her to me in order to break the eye contact and with it the mood. However, feeling 
her warm body against my chest was not breaking the mood so I grabbed her by both 
shoulders and pushed her out at arms length and said, You know that I love you and will 
always love you. Dont ever forget that. I will love you until the day I die. Now lets 
watch the rest of your movie.

She was starting to look confused. She said, I dont want to watch the movie. I want to 
talk.

I was dreading that but consented to her demand. I turned the sound off but let the movie 
continue to play. I sat back and said, What d you want to talk about?

She looked right at me and said, What did you do to take care of that?

Trying to buy time to formulate an answer, I said, Take care of what? knowing full 
well what she meant. 

Without hesitation, she replied, You know. How did you take care of your thing when it 
was like that, you were gone a long time?

Well, there was no denying that she saw evidence of my thing and she deserved an 
answer so I told her the truth. I put cold water on my face and neck and tried to change 
what I was thinking until it went down.

What were you thinking, she said with sincere curiosity.

Reluctantly I told her the truth. I said, I was thinking about sex.

With me? she said in surprise.

I really struggled with this one. I had always been honest with her and didnt want to start 
lying to her now so I said, Yes but that was wrong for me to do and that is why I left the 
room. Im sorry.

She broke out in a big smile and threw her arms around my neck and said, You do love 
me.

I pushed her back again and said, Of course I do but not in that way.

But you just told me that you did think of having sex with me, she said.

I know I said that and I was thinking about sex but I didnt mean that I wanted to have 
sex with you. At least not right now I blurted out like an idiot. I was wishing that I could 
have pulled those words back but it was too late.

She shot back with, Then when?

Exasperated I said, Katie, we cant have sex. Youre just a child and Im a grown man.
You said that I was a pretty young woman. That means Im not a child. She 
complained.

I said, Katie, I could go to jail for having sex with you. Do you want that?

No! she said. But that means that you do want to have sex with me but youre afraid I 
would tell on you.

No honey. I trust you implicitly. I know you would never do anything to hurt me but its 
just wrong for grown men to have sex with young girls. Im sorry, Im really sorry but 
thats the way it is.

I could tell she wasnt convinced but she was smart enough to drop the topic for now but, 
somehow, I knew she would bring it up again.

We continued talking for a long time jumping from topic to topic but one thing I detected 
was that she was really mad at her father. I probed to see what the problem was but she 
was reluctant say much. I light bulb went on in my head and I remembered the night she 
saw her dad with my Jean and thought that may be the problem so, in the spirit of our 
open dialogue, I brought it up.

I asked, Are you mad at youre dad because of what you saw him do with Auntie Jean?

She looked shocked and said, Do you know about whats going on?

At first I thought she was referring to the night when Jean first had oral sex with her dad 
but then I thought about what she just said and wondered if something was still going on. 
I said, What do you mean?

She welled up a bit and said, I didnt want to say anything but my dad is screwing your 
wife. in a tone that made it clear that both her dad and Aunt Jean were on her shit list.

How do you know? I asked

She said, Because I watch them.

Watch them, I screamed.

Yes, their doing it all of the time and I can see them going at it in the spare bedroom 
through the adjoining closet door. They dont even check to see if Im at home, She 
revealed. With a look of sadness and pity for me she said, I would never chat on you. I 
love you. I want to be your wife even if I am too young to marry you.

I pulled her to me to accept her love and pity. I needed time to digest what she had just 
told me. I had to get away to think this thing through.

We talked more about it and she gave me a lot more details of when and where Mary was 
during all of this and where she thought I was. She kept returning to the details of what 
she observed during their lovemaking and I began to indulger her because it was giving 
me a charge. She described their positions and of the noises they made and things they 
said. I realized that she was just as turned on as I was and that we would have to separate 
soon if I was not to ravish her or from the sound of it, her me. She clearly enjoyed talking 
about the oral sex but was most curious about what fucking would feel like. She couldnt 
understand how her fathers big dick could fit inside of a woman. She told me that she at 
first thought Jean was screaming in pain while being fucked but when she saw that they 
did it so often she realized that it must be something that women liked.

I was so happy that I had put that jockstrap on or I would be tenting all over the place. 
Katies face was beet red with a sexual flush and mine must have been the same. I was at 
the limit of my ability to control myself and knew that we had to immediately separate 
before I ravished her. Fortunately, her body was hidden under the bulky sweat suit or I 
probably would have been groping her by now. Just as I was about to burst, Jean came 
through the kitchen door upstairs and called down to us. The sound of her voice had the 
same effect as a bucket of cold water being thrown on rutting dogs. I reacted out of fear 
of getting caught but Katie for another reason. Based upon what she told me, she was 
never going to like, let alone love, Jean again. Jean being oblivious to Katies hatred for 
her would go on trying to treat the girl in the loving way she always had. Katie, on the 
other-hand, despised her but would out of love for me, tolerate Jeans presence but avoid 
her whenever she could. 

Katie got up and headed for the back door before Jean could come down. I asked her if 
she was going to leave the sweats but she said, Ill take them home to wash them. I must 
have spilled something on my lap. They feel stiff and scratchy inside, and bolted out of 
the door to go home.

When Jean came down the steps to the den she said, It smells funny in here. Were you 
exercising or something?

I said, No, Katie was here after school and we watched a movie.

Oh yea, what movie did you watch? she inquired.

I said, Ghost, her favorite.

Did she cry during the entire move? Where is she anyway? she asked.

She went home a couple of minutes ago. I responded.

She did? No ones home yet. You better go bring her back, she commanded.

I was wondering how she knew that no one was home at the Giffords. Phil should have 
been home a couple of hours ago. In fact, so should have Jean. Maybe all that stuff Katie 
told me is true. There couldnt be much doubt about it though, no 12 year old girl could 
make up the detailed descriptions of sex acts as she revealed to me. I really knew the 
truth and I had to make up my mind as to what I would do about it.

I got up and headed to the Giffords to retrieve Katie but halfway over I could see Phils 
car in the driveway and the house was lights as if they were settled in from work so I 
turned back wondering how Katie was dealing with her father.

A few more weeks passed with me ignoring the elephant in the room. I knew it was there 
but Jean had no I deal that I could see it. I could tell by her actions that she was trying to 
hide something. Now I could watch for all of the signs and she wouldnt have a clue that 
I was observing.

In all that time, I hadnt been alone with Katie for even one minute but we exchanged 
knowing glances like secret lovers every time we met. We werent lovers and nothing 
sexual really happened between us but we acted like it did. I was comfortable in knowing 
that Jean would have nothing over me concerning Katie that she could bring against me 
when I finally confront her and confront her I will - eventually. 

Jean was scheduled to be out of town on a business trim when Mary approached us to 
watch Katie for a week while they accompanied Pip, as they insisted upon calling him, to 
an international soccer tournament in Chile. Gat was the star player on his team and this 
was an opportunity to lock in a scholarship to a big name school and couldnt be passed 
up. Gat, because of the scholarship, had an excuse to be out from school but Katie had to 
attend school all week. Both Mary and Phil wanted to be part of this big event so they 
asked if we could watch her so the both could go. It goes without saying I was reluctant t 
volunteer for this considering our vulnerability being alone together. I kept my mouth 
shut but it was Jean who offered my services knowing full well that she was going away. 
I cautiously agreed and Katie ran over and jumped up on the front of me wrapping hr legs 
around my hips to which Jean scolded, Hey! Thats my husband there young lady and 
dont you forget that. Everyone laughed at her wit but me. I was scared shitless. What in 
the name of God was going to happen when the two of us were left alone together for an 
entire week?

I had an entire month to prepare for our adventure. I tried to think of ways to keep us 
apart as much as possible but couldnt come up with a solution to the sleeping 
arrangements when both of us would be most vulnerable. I was just as much afraid of 
what she was going to do as what I might do. I never did come up with anything that 
would guarantee each of our safety; at least the days would be a different matter. I 
planned to keep her at school and busy with all of her extra curricular activities from 
morning til late in the evening to avoid the near occasion of sin. .When we were at 
home, I planned to keep myself busy in my office or in my exercise room while she did 
her homework, practiced music, and watched television. When we went to bed, I was 
going to lock my door!

As plans go, this was a pretty good one only, like every other plan it went out the window 
once the first salvo was fired. That week turned out to be the last week of the school year 
and it ended with a half day session on Tuesday leaving us to be together 24/7 through 
the Next Monday morning when everyone else would return.

Jean left the house for her trip early Friday evening and the Giffords on Saturday 
morning kicking off my week of self-imposed celibacy. We werent 10 minutes away 
from the airport and Katie dropped the bomb, You are going to make love to me arent 
you Gary? 

I said, Katie, Your parents plane just got off the ground and youre coming on to me. 
And, whats with the Gary? What happened to Uncle Gary?

With her quick wit she spat back, If my parents werent headed to Santiago, we 
wouldnt have the opportunity to make love and, youre not my uncle.

Katie, I said that I love you; not that I will make love to you. Theres a big difference.

There is no difference. Were in love and that is what people in love do. She quipped.

Katie, Drop the subject or Ill have you on the next flight to Chile before you finish the 
next sentence, I barked.

She hung her head with a mischievous smile and said, I dont have a passport.

Seeing her being so coy made me laugh. She looked back up and laughed with me. What 
really scared me though was her wit and cunning. I may have taken on more than I could 
deal with. This certainly was not the average 12 year old girl. This was going to be harder 
than I bargained for.

I was getting hungry and asked if she wanted to stop into McDonalds for lunch. She said, 
No. I would rather go to a restaurant where we can get breakfast. I havent eaten yet 
today. 

I was a little surprised at her request and that she would turn down a trip to McDonalds. 
What child would ever do that; what adult would turn it down? I can see that she is much 
more mature in her thinking than I was giving her credit. 

The only acceptable place I could find was a Cracker Barrel right off of the Interstate. 
She was a little reluctant to my choice but her hunger over-rode her resistance and she 
agreed. The place was packed with the lunch crowd and we had to wait for seating so we 
perused the gaudy shop as we waited. Funny but she went right to the toys and found a 
soft huggable teddy bear that she liked. Of course, I bought it for her. I re-evaluated my 
opinion of her maturity based upon selection. She looked so adorable and child-like 
holding that teddy close to her chest that I couldnt take my eyes off of her. I was looking 
at a beautiful child but seeing a desirable woman. Yes, I felt even more desire for her 
now that she is a child again. It was sick. I was so turned on looking at those sensuous 
legs and small breasts crushed under her teddy bear. Her angelic face was beautiful and 
oh so young and I wanted her. If I could, I would have ravished her right there in front of 
the crowd of people. The child sex was the trigger. I was not going to b able to resist 
these cravings when we got home so I badly needed a diversion, for me more than for 
her.

When we were eventually seated, she ordered a cheese and mushroom omelet with a side 
of crisp bacon which didnt seem like something a child would order. I ordered blueberry 
pancakes with sausages on the side. She sat teddy in the vacant chair next to her and tied 
a paper napkin around its neck just like a child would do. God I was excited.

After eating, we stopped downtown before going home and I took her into the museum 
and we looked at all of the artifacts and talked about them like two adults. She was most 
interested in Egyptology but the exhibit was very small, I promised to take her to the 
Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York so she could see an extensive collection of 
Egyptian art. She wanted to go this week while we were alone but I told her that I 
wouldnt take her out of school. She begged me to take her later in the week when school 
lets out. I said, Well see. Which sounded too much like a parent than a I am not sure 
what I am to her. I almost said lover.

After the museum, we walked through the shops along the street until early evening when 
we stopped into a nice Italian restaurant where she ordered Noodles Alfredo and I had the 
Veal Marsala. The bread was extraordinary. 

We then took in a movie and finally headed for home. She fell fast asleep before we got 
to the house and I carried her and teddy into the house and directly to her bed in the room 
we set up just for her when she stays over. Laying her down, I considered taking her 
close off but thought it too dangerous and just took off her shoes. I tucked her in under 
the covers and kissed her on the mouth just because I wanted to. She stirred with the kiss 
but didnt wake, thank God.

I closed up the house and jumped into the shower to try to relax and freshen up before 
getting into bed. Thinking back on my time with Katie during the day my cock began to 
thicken. Her expectations are something I have to assure will not be met this week but I 
couldnt help indulging in the fantasy, When I pictured her standing there holding the 
teddy bear my cock sprung to attention and I spent the next 10 minutes or so 
masturbating as I dreamt of what could possibly happen but I must prevent during this 
coming week. I had to let up on my strokes to prolong my pleasure and eventually 
stopped jerkin it entirely as I was getting close to coming.  I was tingling with sexual 
excitement from the tips of my toes to the top of my head when a vision of her beautiful 
face flashed into my mind causing me to explode in climax without any manual 
stimulation to my cock. I watched spurt after spurt shoot out of my cock and fall to the 
shower floor where they were swept down the drain with the flow of water cascading 
from my body. I was happy that I got through the first day but worried that I was not 
going to make it through the week without fucking that beautiful child.

Sunday started out bad. Katie was very uncooperative. Over my strong objections, she 
wore an extremely short skirt to church making my look like a real pervert to those who 
knew us and like an ineffective father to those who didnt. We sat in the last pew so as 
not to have everyone see her like that and we argued when I told her not to go up to 
communion dressed like that. When she got loud with her protests, I backed off so as not 
to draw attention to us and told her that I wouldnt go with her. True t her threat, she 
sashayed down the center aisle all alone and displayed her underwear below the short 
hem of that ridiculously short skirt. I probably should have walked close behind her to 
block everyones view because every eye in the house was on her. She brazenly walked 
up to the communion rail, received the host and turned and walked back just as boldly 
causing the priest to lose his concentration to drop the next two hosts on the floor. I knew 
I was going to hear about this either from the pastor or from Phil and Mary when they 
find out what a spectacle she made of herself in public. There is no doubt that they will 
find out. I wouldnt doubt that there is someone calling them from the vestibule right 
now. They will never trust her to my car again. At this moment, I hope they dont.
I had a long talk with her after that and told her that I will never take responsibility for 
her again because of the embarrassment she caused me. I told her that she was too 
immature and I had better things to do with my time than to be with her and have to 
endure that kind of treatment from her. She reacted again like a child to my scolding and 
cried her heart out. She was inconsolable and pulled away from me when I tried to 
comfort her in her pitiful display. When we got back to the house, she sprinted up the 
stairs to her room and slammed the door behind her. I could here her crying from down 
stairs in the kitchen and was getting worried about how I handled the situation and felt 
that she had fallen out of love with me.

I got myself a cup of coffee and sat at the counter and listened to her weep. I tried to 
convince myself that it would be a good thing for her to detach from me and that would 
take away my growing temptation. The good part of me found many reasons to reinforce 
that line of thinking and I began planning how we would interact in a new, more distant, 
relationship. Things would be a lot easier and I would have a lot more time on my hands 
to do other things rather than be her social secretary and chauffeur. 

When her crying stopped, everything got silent and I assumed she had fallen to sleep so I 
went out on the driveway and picked up the Sunday paper and settled in the den to read 
it. In about a half an hour, I heard Katie creeping down the stairs to the den with a very 
sheepish look on her face. She had changed into a more modest skirt of reasonable length 
and blouse that made her look more like a 12 year old. She stood at the bottom of the stair 
with her head down and remained silent. 

Looking at that little girl standing there like that, I could feel the sexual heat rising in my 
loins which annihilated all of the resolve I amassed only a few minutes before. I felt like 
ripping those clothes from her young body and screwing her brains out.  

Regaining control, I settled myself and said, Im sorry sweetheart, that I scolded you 
like that. I kind of lost my temper. I wont do that again. How you dress is a matter better 
handled by your parents and not by me.

She said, No Uncle Gary, you were right, that was a pretty childish thing to do, 
especially in church. I am really sorry and I will try to act my age. Hesitating for a bit 
she continued, Do you still love me?

Of course I love you. I told you; my love for you is forever. That means even when 
things get tough especially when things get tough. My love for you is unconditional. 
And I said it in all sincerity.

With that, she broke into that beautiful smile of hers and bounded across the room and 
jumped onto my lap with a force to my testicles that racked me with severe pain. I 
cringed and moaned and shoved her aside to relieve the pressure from my balls. Realizing 
what he had done and almost by instinct, she reached down and grabbed my crotch with 
her hand in an attempt to soothe my pain. I didnt know which was worse to me; the 
shock of her grabbing my balls or the searing pain but, the light pressure of her palm was 
unusually comforting. I didnt react. I just sat there. I didnt move her hand which was 
directly on my testicles. It seemed to have the effect of drawing the pain out of them and 
within a few seconds, the pain was gone but her hand wasnt. It was still there.  I couldnt 
figure out whether she didnt know how to gracefully back off or that she knew exactly 
what she was doing. Long seconds went by and neither of us moved the hand. I was 
looking at her face but her eyes were looking at my crotch. I could feel her fingers 
moving ever so slightly to manipulating my balls. With a look more of concern than 
curiosity, she said, Does it still hurt?

It didnt but I didnt want to admit it. I was enjoying this too much. With the pain gone, I 
was now feeling a sexual charge from what she was doing and I didnt want her to stop. 
The longer her hand was on me the more charged I was getting until my dick started to 
sprout. It happened quickly and right along the side of her hand. She had to have felt it 
but she didnt immediately react but her eyes were certainly observing it. I could follow 
them following the growth of my cock under my slacks. It was expanding to prop up a 
tent in my trousers but her grasp on the material around my balls was preventing it 
getting any height.

She turned her gaze to me and said, I never felt anyones balls before. Theyre nice. I 
didnt think they would feel like this and I thought they would be smaller. After 
massaging them for awhile, she said, This is nice. I like the way they feel.

I remained frozen with pleasure and was doing nothing to stop her. She returned her eyes 
to my lap and slid her hand up to slide along my distended cock. She first traced its form 
and then slid her fingers around it and took a firm grip squeezing it now and then. She 
released the pressure and began to slide her hind up and down along the fabric when I 
finally had to stop her. 

I didnt say a word but her expression turned pouty and she said, Im sorry. I didnt 
mean to do that.

Holding her wrist, I looked her in the eye and said, Yes you did, and I liked it. But, we 
cant be doing this. We have to stop.

The look on her face became soft and loving. She spoke softly saying, I love you and I 
want to please you. I want to feel what its like. I want you to be the one; my first.

I know sweetheart; I know, I said, I would love to be your first but I just cant. Youre 
mom and dad trust me. I have to be the adult here.

I trust you. I want you to be my first and I want you to be my only she pleaded, I 
know it must be wonderful because Ive been watching them for a long time and it is the 
most beautiful thing I have ever seen, she said with conviction.

By them, I knew she was talking about her dad and my wife. 

I know I willingly volunteered to be a cuckold but I cannot tolerate their deception. I am 
being deceived by my wife and my best friend. Trust hell! I trusted those two and see 
where it got me so why should I care about their trust in me? I made up my mind not to 
care.

There was only one stumbling block left and that was Mary, her mother. She never 
betrayed my trust. She has declared her love for me and me for her. We have a kind of 
marriage going on between us, even though it was founded in infidelity; we remain more 
faithful to each other than our spouses to each of us. What would Mary do if I fucked her 
12 year old daughter?

While I was lost in my thoughts, Katie had leaned into me and the moment I became 
aware, she pressed her full lips to mine. Without hesitating, I let go of her wrist and 
wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight to me. I had to roll from a sitting 
position in order to get her body as close as possible to mine. We ended up with me lying 
on my back along the sofa and she lying fully on top of me. In this position, my boner 
was pressing somewhere between her spread thighs which she brought together trapping 
my cock in its tent in a vice-like grip. I pressed my tongue against her lips but she didnt 
immediately open her mouth; she clearly had no idea what to do. I pulled away from her 
lips and said, Honey, open your lips and do what I do.

When our lips again met, I pressed again with my tongue and this time, her lips let me 
pass with little resistance. I could feel her jaw opening to accept me. My tongue was in 
her mouth; her first kiss of passion. I explored her mouth and played with her tongue and 
began to taste the fresh liquid of her mouth as it joined mine. I felt her smooth even teeth 
and the soft well beneath her tongue. She adapted quickly and joined in with the 
exchange. She began to moan into my mouth and occasionally exchange a breath through 
our mouths as our breathing synchronized in passion. She reminded me of her mother 
with the ardor of her kiss but I tried not to let my mind to go there for fear it could chill 
this exchange with her virgin daughter. 

Her breathing was getting very heavy as she went on the attack to explore my mouth. Her 
small sweet tongue explored my mouth in a pattern copied from me. I allowed her free 
rein and tried to capture every excited breath she exhaled. Her hips began pressing into 
me in a search for stimulation. I slid my hands to her ass to assist her movement. Her butt 
cheeks were extremely hard from years of ballet training and soccer play. I could feel the 
muscles pull taut along her crack as she pressed her pubic bone into me. Suddenly she 
ground her crotch into me and grunted into my mouth as her orgasm hit and hit hard. She 
raised her head from mine as a scream rose from her throat to fill the room with the 
unmistakable sound of female climax. Her hips convulsed against me and she dug her 
nails into my neck in the troughs of her passion. At that point, I wanted to flip us around 
and slam my cock into her virgin cunt and join her in her ecstasy but I remained still 
alloying to enjoy her first major orgasm to completion while I observed. 

As the intensity diminished her head came back down slowly to me and she rested her 
face on my cheek. She was spent but still breathing hard and gasping as she tried to find 
the right rhythm with her breaths.

Lying limp on top of me I could feel her thighs relaxing and releasing my erection. I 
couldnt resist the compulsion to press it upward searching for her to workout my own 
relief.  She was so exhausted that she couldnt keep her legs together or possibly, she 
didnt understand what I wanted her to do. Selfishly, I rolled her around and under me 
and proceeded to frantically hump her thighs. Again, she couldnt maintain the 
connection as her legs spread from my movement so I scooted up until I was actually 
humping her crotch. Even through the layers of my slacks and boxers, I could feel the 
crevice of her sweet young cunt. As if I had a key to open the gates, her legs spread wide 
to grant me direct access to her baby pussy. She grunted along with me as I humped away 
at her virgin body. The heat emitting from her crotch was tremendous and I could feel her 
working up to another climax. I rubbed my cock against her cunt as hard as I could until I 
burst into my orgasm, dumping my sperm inside my pants. I continued thrusting with the 
feeling of slippery cum keeping my cock hard until I brought her off again. Her second 
orgasm was just as intense as the first and lasting just as long. 

I lay there on top of her believing that I had caused her first adult climax; not only once 
but twice. But, in my exhaustion, I must have placed too much of my weight on her chest 
and she began to struggle to capture a breath. I raised myself up to give her some relief 
but left my crotch nestled with hers trying desperately to maintain the aura of our 
simulated union. Catching her breath, she extended her arms around my neck and said, 
Now I know you love me. That was the best.

I said, I told you not to doubt me.

I was beginning to feel sloppy as my cum cooled and I felt the need to clean up. I kissed 
her again and said, Honey, Ive got to clean myself up. Im going to take a shower.

She wanted us to take a shower together but I thought we had better cool things down a 
bit for the day. She had school to finish this week and her mind certainly wouldnt be on 
school and her friends if she was thinking about and romancing the experience of her first 
fuck. It would have to wait until she was out of school but not longer.

I took the opportunity, upon getting off of her, to look directly at her splayed crotch as I 
pushed myself up. I held the view for a long while to burn to memory. Her vulva was 
very swollen and spread apart from being squashed by my cock pressed against it. Like 
her mom, she had a similarly large clit that I could clearly see through the wet panty 
which was made transparent by her flowing juices. I couldnt resist the temptation so I 
leaned down and planted a kiss on her panty directly over her open cunt but she flinched 
and grabbed at my head naively unaware that it was not a disgusting act as in the eyes of 
a child but an extremely enjoyable experience that she will enjoy and crave as a woman 
from this week on. I will have to teach her everything.

We had gone this far and I committed myself to taking it all of the way before the week 
was out. Once I surrendered totally to the inevitability, I concentrated on planning an 
experience for her that she would cherish forever. The only question then was how much 
do I teach her now?

Things really changed between us after the couch incident. She became overly clingy and 
always attached to me; either holding on to me or sitting on my lap. She was always 
trying to kiss me on the lips which became a big problem when I dropped her off at 
school. There we were, blocking the drop-off zone, with her refusing to get out of the car. 
She kept pawing me and leaning over to me in front of the entire student body and under 
the scrutinizing eye of the security guard.  I told her that she only had a day and a half to 
go in school and it would be over in the blink of an eye. She was having none of that and 
wanted me to take her back home with me. I lied to her and told her that I had a business 
meeting and couldnt take her. She was turned in such a way on the seat that her shout 
skirt had ridden up and I could see her pantied crotch between those beautiful thrashing 
legs. I was weakening when I heard the security guard ask, Is there something wrong?

I replied, No, she just doesnt want to go to school today.

Her response didnt help, Then take her home but youve got to get moving. Youre 
holding everyone up.

I baked, Get out now! at Katie and she just smiled back and rocked over the console 
throwing her arms around my neck and planted a long sensuous kiss on my mouth while I 
tried my best to remain tight-lipped and stone-faced in an attempt t be uninvolved in the 
kiss. She broke the kiss with a Plop and trailing a string of saliva that clung between 
our mouths, turned and slid out of the car leaving the door wide open. I couldnt get out 
of the car to close it because I was sporting a hard-on that would be immediately obvious 
to the security guard. Fortunately, the guard, in an attempt to get the line moving again, 
slammed the door but leaned to the window and said, What the hell was that?
I thought, Oh shit; she knows!

Then she said, Kids? Theres only one more day of school and they put up such a fuss. I 
pity you parents.

I was relieved; she didnt see that. But, boy, that was close.

Katie became distracted by her friends and the year-end school activities. She had a 
group of friends over Monday night and I dropped her off at Sharons house on Tuesday 
night. Wednesday was taken up by a Schools-Out picnic sponsored by her soccer club. 
Then, Thursday came around and we would be alone together for the first time since our 
couch affair. I realized that she would expect me to do something but, in all of the 
commotion of the past few days, I forgot to plan out the anticipated seduction. I didnt 
know how far I should go with her and what I should teach her. I didnt know how to 
start. I didnt even know if she still wanted to go for it. However, I did know that I 
wanted to.

My blood would boil just from looking at her. She had her mothers body only scaled to 
her 12 year old frame. And, she was virgin. She was every mans dream. I dont know 
why it is but every man wants to be the one to relieve a girl of her virginity. It is our 
mission in life but few of us get to realize it. I know I wasnt Jeans first and none of the 
girls I fucked before her were virgins. In fact, I have never even seen a maidenhead and I 
know I have never felt one with my cock. This will be my first just as it will be hers. 

I got up early as I usually do to get in my jog and exercise routine before sunrise. I ate a 
healthy breakfast and went up to get a shower. I relaxed under the hot spray 
contemplating how I could begin the seduction. I knew that I could only proceed as far 
and at the pace she would allow. I assumed that it would be in the evening and we would 
end up in bed early. I was thinking of things to say that would get her in the mood and 
how to keep her there. I shaved in the shower, turned the water off and dried in there also. 
I stepped out into the chilled air conditioned room and finished my preening. I walked 
into my dressing area and selected my clothing for the day. As I pulled up my boxers, I 
looked up to see Katie sitting on my bed watching me. I asked, How long have you been 
there?

She admitted, Ive been her all the time you were exercising. 

She had apparently climbed into my bed after I got up.

Were you watching me all this time? I asked.

Yes, and I think you are beautiful. She said with a confident smile.

I should have known I was in the presence of an accomplished voyeur. I realized then 
that I really didnt know much of her private life; of her thoughts and secret experiences. 
Maybe she wasnt a virgin. She may be more experienced than I thought. 

At this point, none of that mattered. I wanted to fuck and fuck her I would. I just hope 
that she doesnt renege. Maybe she is nothing but a tease. She certainly knew how to do 
that. In fact, I would put her in the class of expert; as teases go. I was getting to the point 
that I was going to do this whether she wanted to or not. My dick had a mind of its own 
and would not be stopped. I realized the danger of that line of thinking but I knew I was 
going to press on. She is toying with me; now I am toying with rape.

She was wearing an unmatched set of pajamas with a light pink stretchy wife beater 
undershirt on top and a blue and green plaid clingy pair of shorts made of a similar 
material. I could clearly see her nipples threw the top, their color only slightly darker 
from the surrounding skin as they poked out erect from the chill of the room. The plaid 
bottoms camouflaged any female features below so I concentrated on her tits. She was 
clearly enjoying the attention, arching her back to display them to their best advantage. 
She was a natural. I was thickening as I watched. She went through a number of poses 
with her gaze fixed on my expanding cock. I just let it rise under her close scrutiny. 

She was thoroughly enjoying the effect she was having on me and found the pose giving 
the best result and held it. 

I said, Get dressed.

She said, No, get in bed with me.

No, you havent even had your shower yet. I said in refusal.

I thought you men liked that. You know, that hot sweaty thing you guys like. She 
countered.

Where the hell did she get that? I was convinced that this is nothing new to her and that 
she was no virgin. I thought then that I would die without completing the male mission 
but I would leave this world knowing that I fucked this hot child.

I commanded her to go get showered and dressed so we could find something to do for 
the day.

She said, I know what we could do.

I asked, What?

She calmly said, Take care of that, while pointing to my stiff cock.

I yelled, Get Dressed! and I dressed myself and went down to the kitchen to prepare 
her some breakfast. It wasnt long and she came down the steps with her long wet hair 
wrapped on the top of her head in a towel to dry. She had on a mid-waist length top and 
white shorts that were pulled tight in the crotch to show her cameltoe. I had a real vixen 
on me hands. I dont know why I was prolonging this. I should have thrown her on the 
countertop and fucked the shit out of her.

She had her hands up holding the towel as she walked towards me. Her abs were taut and 
well defined tapering gracefully down into the waistline of her shorts with those lines 
mimicked by the creases in the material of the shorts leading right to her Mound of 
Venus. The shorts were hung low on her hips and allowed a perfect view of her navel that 
was stretched by the vertical pull of her muscles so that it was hard to tell if it was an 
innie or an outie. When she turned slightly to scoot up on a stool, I could see that it easy 
deep enough to hold the diamond Im sure it will eventually contain.

She let her hair down while seated and rubbed it vigorously with the towel. The motion 
set her small but ample breasts in movement under the thin material of her top causing 
her nipples t again protrude. I had to busy myself in finishing preparation of her breakfast 
to avoid a release.

It was with great joy I watched her eating. She daintily held the fork in her right hand and 
brought small portions of food to her mouth where it was captured behind the whitest 
teeth most evenly spaced teeth I have ever seen. Her lips sealed around the fork assured 
that every morsel was consumed. With the fork withdrawn, her lips closed and relaxed, 
her jaws worked up and down to help those beautiful teeth grind her food until the 
muscles of her throat pulled the food toward her stomach. Was she the perfect machine or 
a perfect work of art? 

Her eyes sparkled from the reflected morning light coming through the window which 
also made her skin glow. I took a seat in line with her at the end of the counter so that I 
could capture the full panorama of her beauty. I watched her from the side. She sat erect 
but arched back slightly according to her exquisite developing female shape and 
advancing those young breasts. The bend at her hips was perfectly smooth without a 
single bulge or ungraceful line. She appeared to be raised by her firm ass cheeks which 
refused to conform to the hard wooden surface of the seat. Her smooth womanly legs 
emerged from the shorts slightly above the edge of the seat and were tilted downward to 
where her knees pressed against the front panel of the island. Her shins pointed back 
beneath her supporting her pouting calf muscles that were holding her toes tight to the 
cross bar at the bottom of the stool. Evan at a distance, I could smell her wet hair as the 
scent of her shampoo occasionally wafted by. I was drawn to the cut of her jaw and the 
sweeping line it made pulling upward toward her ear. Her neck was long and slender and 
the skin of her throat from chin to chest clung tightly to her form and seemed to be tucked 
tightly under her jaw. Other than that which smoothed out her skin to that delightful 
feminine form over that extremely muscular body, the only fat obvious on her body was 
that forming those luscious breasts and the mound formed between her legs creating her 
vulva. We werent going to leave the house today.

After breakfast, she ran up the steps to dry her hair and finish getting ready. I cleaned up 
the dished and put everything away and headed up behind her. I could hear the water 
running in her bathroom and wandered over to poke my head in to talk to her but she 
didnt notice. She hadnt dried her hair yet ad was brushing her teeth. I watched her every 
move and was wondered by the effects they had on the erotic parts of her body. Every 
move of her arms and hands had an enchanting response by her tits and ass. Her cheeks 
clenched tight grasping the seam of her shorts into her crack. She incorporated as much 
precision in brushing her teeth as she had in eating her breakfast. Everything she did, she 
did with precision and with the gracefulness of a ballerina. Even spitting the toothpaste 
into the sink and rinsing her mouth was charming to watch. She put the toothbrush and 
toothpaste away and picked up the hairdryer and flipped the switch. The noise was 
defining so I remained silent until she could finish. I watched her rub her hair with her 
free hand under the hot wind of the dryer making sure that every strand was dry. After 
about five minutes, she turned it off and picked up a hairbrush and ran it through her hair 
in long strokes making it smooth and even. She canted her head back in the direction of 
the brush. I looked into the mirror to see her eyes closed and face contorted to a frown as 
she worked on her hair. Amazingly, this expression, more of a pout than a frown was 
more titillating than her smile. The air was full of the smell of shampoo. My ears were 
ringing now that it was silent. 

I walked up behind her and could see by the expression on her face that she was 
expecting me. Reaching for the brush, I said, Let me do that for you. And she 
surrendered it to my grasp. She tilted her head back pointing her chin upward so that I 
could look down and see her face. I placed the brush on her scalp and slowly drew it 
down her long hair until the strands gently fell away from their own weight at the bottom 
of my stroke. She rolled her head slightly to guide me to the sections she wanted me t 
stroke. She seemed to like it most when I began the strokes over her temples or behind 
her ears pulling the brush carefully through her hair. The strands aligned themselves up 
one to the other like strands of the finest silk shining in the glare of the overhead light. 

I pressed my body to her and reached around her and placed the brush on the vanity. With 
both my hands, I hugged her waist and explored that magical navel with my fingertips 
before sliding my hands up her hard stomach and under he top to cup her soft breasts. She 
laid her head back on my chest and rolled it back in forth to show her enjoyment. I lightly 
squeezed and massaged the soft mounds and slid my fingers by closing my grasp to 
gently capture her hard nipples. I worked them between my fingers and thumbs sending 
waves of pleasure through her and me. My erection firmed and pressed into her back. I 
could feel her breathing begin to labor as her chest expanded and contracted. I could hear 
her breathing become more urgent. That sound. That sound. It was music t my ears.

As reluctant as I was in releasing her breasts, I turned her around so that I was looking 
directly down on her face and my cock was pressing high on her stomach. She threw her 
arms around me and squeezed to get the maximum contact with my cock but our faces 
were too far apart to allow our lips to meet. She was moving her body back and forth 
across my cock until I had to stop her. I pushed her back by the shoulders and picked her 
up and through her lithe body over my shoulder and carried her to her bed and flopped 
her down on it. She was laughing and I thought losing the mood. I reached down and 
grabbed the hem of her short top and slid it up over her head watching her soft hair float 
down and around her shoulders and chest as it came off. She fell back on her elbows with 
her hair settling down the sides of her chest.  Using my finger, I slipped it under the hair 
at the side of her face and slid it back to draw the hair over her shoulder and down her 
back. I repeated it on the other side to completely uncover her breasts. 

We both looked down at her breasts; they were the size of half grapefruits capped with 
hard spires of her pale tan nipples only slightly different in color from the surrounding 
skin. They now appeared rather large compared to her frame. I couldnt resist the 
temptation and leaned down until my face could feel her heat and enjoy the near 
proximity of her skin. I slowly pressed my lips to her left nipple and sucked it into my 
mouth and laved it with my tongue. She reacted with a gasp followed by a low moan. I 
moved to her right nipple. I stood upright again and looked down at her. She was still 
looking down at her now slick wet nipples. And breathing hard, I grabbed her by the hips 
and swung her 90 with her legs hanging over the side in front of me and her head in the 
middle of the bed. I slid my fingers in her waistband and unbuttoned her shorts and 
pulled down the zipper. I grabbed the beltline again at the sides and pulled the shorts and 
panties together down her hips. She brought her knees up without me asking and rolled 
her hips so I could slide the garments over her ass and up and off of her legs. She dropped 
her legs back down where they hung in the air over the side of the bed slightly splayed. I 
looked down again at this sculpted beauty as scanned her body from head to toes. I 
returned my inspection to her midsection. Her hips appeared wider in this position and 
more mature. Her abdomen in a graceful flow drew my attention down to its terminus at 
her pubic bone and on to the fleshy cleft just below. The mound was hairless and I 
assumed that she had shaved it judging by the level of maturity of the rest of her body. I 
extended my hand in curiosity to see if I could detect stubble but it was actually covered 
by very soft light colored hair. She hasnt yet developed pubic hair and I was about to 
fuck her.

I knelt down spreading her legs and bringing them up and spreading them out. I moved 
my face close enough to closely inspect her cunt. I could see the fine hair that neatly 
framed her cleft. The crack widened near the top to reveal the thick bud of her clitoris 
which was starting to swell. As I watched it I could see the swelling progress. I leaned in 
and placed a kiss on her clit which made her yelp with surprise. I said, Relax, Im going 
to make you feel great.

I leaned in again and worked my tongue in her crack and around her clit. Her reaction 
was immediate. She became very loud and vocal. She was telling my how good it felt and 
babbling on about all kinds of stuff that I couldnt understand. It started to really expand 
in my mouth and was soon sticking straight out like a little cock.

I pushed her thighs up and back toward her chest and she instinctively grabbed them to 
hold them out of my way. This rolled her hips back to display her pink and yet unstained 
asshole. Her vulva though open around her clit was still closed over her vagina. Curiosity 
caused me to me slide my hands down the back of her thighs; one to each lip of her vulva 
and spread them apart to prove my suspicion that she was no virgin. I was, at first, unsure 
of what I was seeing. I repositioned my fingers deeper in her slit to spread them even 
farther and there it was her vagina had opened and just inside was a barrier of skin with a 
small oval hole in it. I was looking at a real maidenhead. There was my quest. There was 
my fulfillment. I lowered my mouth to it to kiss it in worship. I worked back up to her clit 
and pleasured her until she screamed. I drifted back down to her vagina to find her 
maidenhead leaking volumes of clear lubricant that was trickling down over her bum 
through her ass crack and along her spine. I followed the slick trail with my tongue, 
stopping only at her asshole to softly lick her rim. She squirmed a little and I told her to 
relax and enjoy it. She settled down and after a few minutes was as vocal and loud as 
when I was sucking on her clit. I pressed my tongue at the strong muscle of her bung 
each time getting further and further inside. Soon, I was spearing her asshole with my 
tongue with little resistance. Within a few seconds she burst into orgasm and her 
sphincter contracted tightly around my tongue, eventually squeezing it out of her hole. 
That was by far, the most enjoyable rim job I ever gave. 

It was getting to be time for me. If I didnt make my move then, I was going to lose my 
cum into my pants again. I stood up, unbuckled my pants, and as she watched intently, I 
dropped them to the floor. I slipped my thumbs into the sides of my boxers, bent over 
sliding them down my legs and to the floor. I stood up and proudly displayed my cock 
and balls for her inspection. She sat up and reached to grab my cock with one hand and 
cuddle my balls with the other. She examined them the best she could from that position 
but seemed frustrated that she couldnt work herself closer from that position. I pushed 
her back and rolled over her into the bed and pulled her completely onto it next to me. 
She then got on her knees and leaned over me and performed a very careful close 
inspection. She rolled my balls in my loose scrotum and marveled at the way they moved 
on their own while just lying on her unmoving hand. She leaned down and seemed to 
smell my balls and then extended her tongue to softly lick them. She must be repeating 
what she saw Jean and her dad doing.

After a long while, she turned from her fascination with my balls to examine my 
throbbing cock. I was afraid that, in my excited state, she would make me come if she 
touched it. I was watching her as she turned her attention to it. My cock was bobbing up 
and down on its own while it pointed tight up at my face. She slid her hand from my balls 
along the base of my cock and eventually took hold of it midway to the tip. She pulled it 
so it was straight up and looked at it from every angle and not missing a single square 
inch by moving it and her so she could see everything she wanted. It was curiously erotic 
to have a young girl looking at my most private parts. She tried to masturbate me but had 
trouble finding the right method and rhythm. I didnt instruct her because I feared 
shooting if she hit on it. It turned out that I didnt have to teach her anything, apparently 
her dad already had since after a few errant strokes she found a rhythm and was pumping 
me to certain climax. I grabbed her wrist and she looked shocked saying, Am I doing it 
wrong?

I said, Quite the contrary. Youre doing it too well. Lets not waste it.

She said, I want to see it shoot.

I wasnt in the mood for a hand job and I knew it wasnt proper protocol to fuck a virgin 
before she had a chance to see how the plumbing works but I was on a mission and the 
time had come to complete it. I knew it wouldnt feel as good with an empty cylinder. I 
wanted this for me.

I said, you will always be able to see it shoot any time you want but lets make love now 
and play later.

He fell for it because she let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck and 
kissed me. She was a fast learner because her kiss alone almost made me shoot my cum. I 
in turn put my arms around her and pulled her on top of me in a replay of Sunday 
afternoon. We kissed and I drank from her sweet mouth. Her tongue was the aggressor 
and she slid her knees on either side of me and started rubbing that beautiful pussy on my 
lower abdomen. She started to move down in search of my cock and eventually came in 
contact with the tip. It poked her open slit and slid along it and slipped up to her bum. I 
thrust a bit and the tip locked itself to her asshole. But, this wasnt the hole I wanted 
tonight. I reached between us and pulled it down and she slid own a bit so that her slit 
was riding along my shaft. She was getting good friction on her clit but I was getting too 
close to shooting. I put my arms around her and rolled her onto her back with me between 
those youthful legs. With my hand guiding it, I rubbed my cock head up and down her 
crease to spread the lubricant and to get her revved up as much as I could. When she 
started her loud moans, I placed the head at the opening of her vagina and applied mild 
pressure. She got very quiet. Her eyes were tightly shut and her breathing was very deep. 
I applied more pressure and felt like I was going to slide in. I let up to see her reaction 
and she opened her eyes and asked, Was that it? I smiled and said, No, but this will 
probably hurt until you get use to it. Are you ready?

She closed her eyes in a squint and said, Yes.

I then pressed harder with my cock to try t rip her hymen open. It wasnt going to give up 
that easily. Grabbing my cock, I maneuvered the head around her leaking hole to pick up 
as much lubricant as possible and re-aimed it and pushed it into her as hard as I could. 
Her maidenhead gave way and my cock thrust into her a couple of inches. She didnt 
scream or cry. We looked at each other knowing her virginity was now just a memory. I 
gave her time to adjust and then renewed my entry. I worked my cock in and out slightly 
gaining more depth with each inward thrust. She started to moan giving me the first sign 
that she may be enjoying it. I held myself very still inside of her in her and listened to her 
breathing. I could sense that she was getting more and more excited just by having my 
cock expanding her vagina to a new limit. She slowly moved under me to get experiment 
with different feelings it created. Her movements became rhythmic and I knew it was 
time. I started fucking her slowly at first and quickened the pace as she could 
accommodate the friction and the increasing depth of my thrusts. 

She opened her soul to tell me what she was feeling and how wonderful it felt. It was 
easy to see that she was in heaven. Every move she made enhanced the feeling and 
enjoyment for both of us. I could feel her rock and grind her hips; sometimes in sync and 
other times counter to my strokes but we always remained in harmony. She moved her 
legs in every possible direction to find the best and most pleasurable amount of 
penetration she could leverage. Her hands roamed over my back and but she always 
returned to wrapping her arms around my neck to pull us tightly together. It wasnt clear 
who was actually leading in this mating dance but, it didnt really matter. We were both 
getting the maximum amount of pleasure out of it. As she was finding her way with her 
new sexuality and I was taking my pleasure in the newness of this; the thought of actually 
taking her virginity and the physical sensation of her cunt and the slow stretching and 
relaxation of her vagina as it accepted and accommodated my adult penis. I was feeling 
unimaginable pleasure. We ware both experiencing lifetime firsts.

I was getting close to my limit and in the fog of ecstasy I said, Katie I love you.  That 
was all it took to send her over the edge. As she began her rise to her climax, I grunted 
strongly and shot the very first volley of sperm to have ever entered that little girl vagina.  
She reacted with a screaming orgasm that was so strong it eclipsed anything I had ever 
been part of before. She let out a loud shrill scream that I worried would be heard by the 
neighbors down the block. I continued to fire volley after volley of hot sperm into her 
cunt. I could feel every pulls of sperm leave my penis and enter her body. I imagined it 
squirting through her little cervix and into her immature womb on a journey to find her 
young eggs in the dark passages above. At that moment, the thought of making this little 
girl pregnant drove me to higher orgasm. It wasnt that I didnt care; it was a primeval 
urge to sire an offspring by this union that gave me ultimate pleasure. Coming out of my 
own sexual trance, I realized that Katie was still coming and was just getting started. She 
was screaming, Fuck me Fuck me, at the top of her voice. She was grunting and 
straining against me she was pulling on my ass trying to get me in deeper. She was 
completely out of control. She didnt settle down for longer than a minute and still 
showed signs of after shock. She kept her shapely young legs tightly wrapped around my 
hips to keep my cock in her forever. I maintained a pretty firm erection and continued to 
please her as long as I could.

Eventually, my cock lost its hardness and was squeezed out of her tight cunt as it shrank 
and flopped down along her crack followed by the cum that it had dammed up in her 
hole. She said that she could feel it running out of her and that it tickled. I couldnt resist 
the temptation to sit up and take a look between her spread legs, her swollen cunt was 
still weeping the remnants of my cum. I traced it with my finger and bushed some of it 
back into her still gaping cunt. I felt the remains of her hymen that felt like a thick slice of 
skin. I spread her vagina open to inspect it and could see that it had split in several places 
and was retracting around the circumference of the mouth of her vagina. A little bit of 
blood still oozed at the apex of the various notch-like splits where it ruptured. It looked to 
me that it probably hurt when I broke through and must have been sore while I was 
sliding my thick cock through the fractured ring. She didnt really show that she felt pain 
but it sure looked painful. I asked, Did it hurt? Does it hurt now?

.She answered, Not really, it felt so good when you were doing me that I didnt feel any 
pain but, Im feeling a bit sore right now and it seems to be getting worse. 
Im sorry honey, Im sorry that girls have to go through this the first time they make 
love. I promise you that as soon as you heal, you will have only pleasure when doing this 
from then on. I said with the utmost sincerity. 

We lay in each others arms for the longest time feeling the after-joy of sex; she from her 
first time and me firm my best time. She appeared to have no remorse and I certainly 
didnt either. On the contrary, I was happy I did it and had resolved to fuck her as often 
as I could form that day on. The thought of this forbidden sexual relationship going on 
right under their noses thrilled me to my core. I would enjoy the best sex I ever had and 
get back at Phil and Jean in the process. I felt bad for Mary but it was kind of titillating to 
think about shagging her daughter while I was regularly fucking her also. Too bad I 
couldnt fuck them together at the same time.

It was almost half past noon by the time we showered again  together this time  dressed 
and headed out the door. Katie was to meet her friends at the mall a few hours before but 
for obvious reasons didnt. I headed to the mall to see if she could find them and try to 
resume the carefree life of a 12 year old. We walked through every store and looked in 
every hangout but couldnt find them. I was clear to me that she wasnt keen on actually 
finding them because I was doing al the searching. She clung to me like I was going to 
disappear of something. She had a death-grip on my hand and when we slowed down; she 
pulled my arm to her body and hugged it tight rocking slightly from side to side. 

We decided to get some lunch in the food court and couldnt decide between us what to 
eat. I decided on a deli sandwich and she still couldnt decide. Instead of looking around 
for choices, she just held onto me and pressed herself tightly against me while I waited 
my time in line. The place was busy so we were there for quite some time when her 
friends spotted us and came running up squealing and cackling like the little girls they 
were. Hi Katie! They all screamed in unison. They were so out of control, a couple of 
them crashed into us as they all came to a sudden stop from a dead run. Katie seemed 
annoyed at their intrusion. She kind of rolled her face into me as if to hide from them. 
Feeling extremely awkward at our situation, I pushed my arm out and her away from me 
and leaned down to warn her not to talk about us. She tucked her chin in and stared at the 
floor. Her actions were revealing us and if these were older girls with sexual experience 
they would have immediately picked up on her just-been-fucked-for-the-first-time 
behavior. She was pawing me and looking at me with adoring eyes like a first timer.

I gave up the thought of a hearty lunch and said to the girls, Who wants ice cream?

They all squealed with childish delight and I offered to buy them all ice cream at the Cold 
Stone Creamery down on the first level. I asked the pack of girls to lead the way giving 
me an opportunity to whisper instructions to Katie. In a voice that I hoped the others 
couldnt hear, I said, Dont act like this in public. Everyone will know whats going on 
between us if you keep this up. Act natural or we wont be able to ever do it again. Go up 
with your friends. 

That last warning was all it took. She looked up at me, smiled and ran ahead to join them. 
She blended in with the little girls as if nothing about her was any different and only she 
and I knew the truth. As I watched them from behind, I pondered whether any of the 
other girls have had a lover. Some of them had decent looking bottoms and a couple of 
them were very pretty and exceptionally attractive. I was wondering if somehow I could 
coerce one or more of them into letting me fuck them. After all, a few of them were on 
par with Katie in the body and looks department. I had a good time with them util I told 
Katie to head off into the mall with them and have fun for the afternoon and to call me 
when she needed a ride.

Katie bounded in the side door all hopped up on sugar and with kid fun. She must have 
gotten a ride from one of the girls parents. She scooted right by me and up the steps like 
I was her real parent and was trying to avoid me. She said that she had eaten at Paulas 
house and wasnt hungry so I made a quick sandwich for myself and joined her in the den 
where I ate it. After watching TV for awhile, she scooched over to me and snuggled. I 
immediately got hard thinking of what we did in the morning and wanted to do it again. 
Taking my time, I eventually maneuvered her to her back and laid beside her feeling up 
her luscious but immature body. She was rally getting hot when I slipped my finger into 
her cunt and she yelled out in pain. Apparently she was still raw and sore from her big 
fuck. I said, Sorry, Ill be careful.

She said, That hurt a lot. I dont think I can do it.

I said, Dont worry, honey, theres plenty we can do besides that, And continued 
rubbing her clit. I wasted no time and slipped all of her clothes off and took mine off too. 
I went down on her with my tongue and to her enjoyment, concentrated on her clit. After 
a few minutes of that, I spread her lips to inspect the damage I had done and assess her 
condition. Her hole was wet and beet red all around the area that once was her hymen but 
there didnt appear to be any bleeding or problems that I could detect. I kissed it softly 
and only lightly touched the area and caused no reaction from her but I recognized that 
we were not going to have intercourse until that healed. 

I moved my mouth down to her bunghole and slowly rimmed it. She really liked that and 
I moved on to pressing my tongue into her hole. The pucker spread slowly and held onto 
my tongue tightly as it begrudging granted me entrance. I fucked her asshole with my 
tongue generating a response firm her similar to when we fucked. She was really into the 
ass thing. I raised my head away from it and slipped my finger In where my tongue just 
was. It was too dry to gain any penetration so I pulled it out to whet it with me mouth and 
on the way back, I swiped some of her own lubrication juice that was flowing out of her 
vagina. I made the finger slippery all along it to my top knuckle and pressed it back 
inside her bung. Moving my finger in and out to the first knuckle, I had her breathing 
hard and moaning like a whore. I slowly slid it inward until I couldnt go in any further. I 
wiggled it around and started a fucking motion. She was screaming in pleasure. I pulled it 
out and tried to get two fingers in but she was too tight and I had to work and work at it 
but eventually got both inside her after she gave up the struggle and completely relaxed 
her sphincter. I was getting the impression that I would be able to get my cock in her but I 
didnt want to spoil anything by forcing too much on her. 

Then, she took control and said, Let me see youre cock, and moved around causing 
my fingers to pop out of her ass and brought herself to her knees leaning over my lap. 
She pointed her ass up at me and said, keep doing that, and proceeded to grab and 
stroke my dick. She was making little sounds of pleasure but I couldnt tell if they were 
from my fingers in her ass or her hand feeling my cock. It didnt much matter; since I 
joined in her song myself once she got serious stroking me. She leaned on me with her 
elbow to support herself when she moved her other hand to my balls. It was a bit painful 
but the pleasure she was giving allowed me to endure. She said, I want to see it squirt its 
stuff, but immediately slipped her mouth over the head. Just the heat from her young 
mouth was enough to set me off but the pressure of her elbow gave me the painful 
diversion I needed to distract my mind from the intense pleasure she was giving me. She 
must have watched very closely as Jean blew her dad because she knew just what to do 
next. Her head went down and back up while she was testing the relative size of my cock 
to the cavern of her mouth. She did that again and again each time going further and 
deeper into her mouth. Then to get a better bite on it, she turned around and knelt 
between my legs and proceeded to go to work on my cock as if she was a seasoned 
expert. With no pain to distract me, I started to give into the pleasure and could feel my 
cock swell in anticipation of final release. To warn her I grunted, Im going to cum 
But, before the words got all of the way out of my mouth, my sperm started shooting into 
hers. I watched this little girl with my big cock in her mouth suck out my sperm and 
swallow it without a drop passing her lips. As my pulses subsided, her mouth again 
moved up and down my shaft leaving it slick with her spit and my cum. I grunted in a 
down shift at the end of my climax and as she finished her duty and let her lips sweep 
over the head of my cock to assure nothing leaked out of her mouth and not a drop of 
sperm was wasted. She sat up, threw her head back and gave one last big swallow. With 
my sperm now in her stomach, she broke out into a huge smile and said, I love it!

Well, so much for me teaching her! That was the best blow job I ever had and I have had 
a lot of them. Come to think of it, Katie was also the best fuck I ever had. How could a 12 
year old girl be that good at sex? It didnt matter how she got that way it only mattered 
that she was great at it and I was getting it. Now its my turn to really enjoy a fantasy sex 
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Chapter 5:  Their Daughter, Our Daughter, My Daughter
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