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 Murphy's Law
   By blackrandl1958
   (Mf, f 11, MF, MfF, incest, Mother/Daughter, pedo)
   My rental house on the back side of my property had been empty for a
month.  I had decided against renting it out.  I was just going to use it
as a guest house for a while.  Renters are a hassle and I didn't need the
money.  My latest book was still on the shelves and it was doing a pretty
good business on Amazon.  The previous two had been successful beyond my
wildest expectations and I was rolling in the tall clover.  The last renter
I had was a friend's sister and it had turned a little ugly.  She didn't
pay her rent, had a succession of parties that seemed to involve pickup
trucks with confederate flags in the back windows and loud, bad country
music.
   It took me three months to get rid of her.  I have a good bit of
company, four sisters and their kids, that love the white sand beaches in
south eastern Alabama and I was just going to keep it open for them.  Then
Reilly called me.
   I didn't know her personally; she was just the wife of a friend.  He was
one of those guys that always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong
time.  I don't think he intended to get in trouble, but trouble followed
him wherever he went.  I learned quickly that I needed to avoid him in all
public situations.  I was riding with him to play golf and he couldn't keep
his speed down.  It's possible to speed a little and get away with it; we
all do it, but he pushed his luck.  We got pulled over and he was stupid
enough to let the cop search his car.  That was really stupid because he
had a loaded .38 in his glove box.  It was locked, but you can't keep a
loaded gun in your vehicle in Alabama without the right permits.  He didn't
have them.
   The cop asked to see my ID.  I don't take kindly to that sort of thing;
this isn't Nazi Germany.  I asked him if I were suspected of committing a
crime.  I wasn't, so I told him I just wanted to go on my way.  He argued
and threatened but I called my lawyer and he showed up in five minutes. 
Another five minutes and I was on my way home and George was on his way to
jail.  I never rode with him again.
   He asked me if I wanted to go to a club and I told him I was driving. 
He got hammered and wound up standing up in the middle of the bar and
telling anyone that wanted to hear that he and his buddy could whip
everyone in the bar.  I had to whip a few of them to get out of there.  I
went home and he went to the hospital.  From then on, I only hung out with
him at my house, and it was just the two of us.  He had showed me pictures
of his wife and she was a stunning redhead that I have no idea how he got
to marry him.  He told me they were high school sweethearts and got married
when they graduated from college.  They had an eleven year old daughter and
I wondered what her life must be like with George for a father.  Apparently
he couldn't keep his dick in his pants and he wound up getting caught in a
prostitution sting and arrested for soliciting.  That was the last straw
for his wife.  Reilly called me up and asked me if I had rented my place.
   I told her that I hadn't, but that I wasn't going to.  She begged until
I relented, against my better judgment.  She came over that night.  She was
even better than her picture.  Why anyone with a wife like that at home was
fucking whores, I couldn't understand.  She was amazing looking.  She was
about five ten and about a hundred and thirty pounds, most of it in ass and
tits.  She had freckles and creamy white skin that just begged you to reach
out and touch it.  She had on a little gold sun dress and flats and she
made my heart pound.  She introduced herself and cried a lot while she
thanked me over and over for letting her rent to place.
   "My daughter Murphy is in the car," she told me.  "Is it alright if I
introduce her to you?"
   I told her I would love to meet Murphy and she went out to the car to
get her.  She was a shy little thing, tall for her age and already
beginning to show what her mother had looked at at her age.  She was a
ginger too.  Her hair was lighter, a strawberry blonde color and she had
freckles too.  Braces showed when she smiled and she was enchanting.  I got
them a coke and we sat on the sofa while Reilly signed a six month's lease.
She told me she was working at doctor's office.  She was the office manager
and I suspected money was going to be tight.  I knocked the rent down to
what I thought she could afford and she asked me if she could move in that
evening.  She didn't want to be there when he came home.
   It made no difference to me.  Everything in the place had dust covers on
it and I had them pull their car up to it so we could unload.  Like I said,
the place had been empty for a month and it needed a good cleaning.  We ran
out of time and I asked Reilly if they just wanted to sleep in the spare
bedroom of the house until tomorrow and I would get my cleaning ladies to
give it the treatment.
   "We don't want to impose," she said.  "You've already done enough,
Michael."
   "Nonsense," I told her.  "I'd love the company.  We'll get carryout, eat
dinner and get to know each other a little."
   Murphy was on board and we quickly wore Reilly's resistance down and she
laughingly agreed to it.  I called a Chinese restaurant down the street and
while they got settled into the house I went and picked it up.  When I got
back we watched a show on Netflix and ate on the sofa.  The girls sat on
either side of me and when the show was over we talked for a long time. 
Reilly told me she needed to go to work the next day and she was tired.
   "Michael, I hate to bother you," she said, "but do you think Murphy
could stay with you tomorrow?  I don't have a sitter but I'll figure
something out at work."
   I figured she wouldn't be able to afford much to pay a sitter for a
while.  "I'll tell you what," I said.  "I don't have anywhere to be most
days.  I work here and if it's ok, Murphy can stay with me during the day
until you get on your feet.  Once you girls get settled in, you can work
something out.  I'll even give her a little job.  Can you type, Murphy?"
   "Yes, really well," she said.
   "Do you think you might like to answer fan mail for me?" I asked her. 
"It wouldn't take more than an hour a day and it would help me a lot.  I'll
pay you twenty dollars an hour if you'll do it."
   "I'd like that," she said.  "Mom, can I?"
   "I don't see why not," she said.  "I'm not sure that's worth twenty
dollars an hour though."
   "It's worth whatever I say it is," I told her.  We agreed and she took
Murphy and went off to bed.
   When I got up in the morning she was getting ready to leave for work. 
One look at her and I decided I needed an office to be managed.  She had
made biscuits and fried sausage and eggs to put on the biscuits for Murphy
and I when Murphy got up.  She started for the door and then came back and
hugged me.
   "I'm very grateful, Michael," she said.  "Thanks for everything you've
done for Murphy and I.  You're a good man."
   Murphy slept until ten and when she came out I was in my office.  I
heard her moving around and getting breakfast.  She knocked on the office
door after a while and I told her to come in.  We talked for a while and I
showed her around.  I have three computers, two desktops and a laptop.  I
gave her the laptop and she was a little unfamiliar with OSX, but she got
it figured out with the ease of the tech savvy young.  I gave her a
template to work with and she was very good at writing letters.  She said
all the right things and I left her to it.  She answered a dozen letters
and we took a break.
   "What do you want to do today, Murphy," I asked her.
   "Can I go swimming?" she asked.  "You have a nice pool."
   "You can use it any time you want to," I told her.  "We also have a
quarter mile of beach you can use.  I would prefer that you not go down
there by yourself, but it's up to you."
   "Will you swim in the pool with me?" she asked.
   "Not right now," I told her.  "I'm in the middle of something.  I'll
come out and use the laptop to write for a while if you want me to.  I
won't be much company for a while, but I'll be there."
   She went away to change and I made lemonade and took it and the laptop
out to sit under one of the umbrellas.  When she came out she had on a
little red bikini and she took my breath away.  She was long and slender
and gorgeous.  Her slim body was beginning to take on that hour glass shape
of womanhood.  She had breasts; not full womanly breasts, but the small,
perky teenage breasts that drive young boys wild.  They were about the size
of half a lemon, perched high on her slender frame and her nipples were
obviously erect.  They made little twin points under her top and jiggled a
little as she walked.
   "I made lemonade," I told her.
   She smiled and came over to take a drink of the glass I poured for her.
She turned away and walked toward the pool and her ass was fantastic.  It
was filling out nicely and it looked hard and muscular.  I had expected the
usual girlish play in the water but she just swam laps.  She must have hit
somewhere close to fifty before she levered herself up and out.  The
sunlight glistened off her wet body and the bikini had become a second
skin. I had sunglasses on and I was thankful she couldn't see my eyes.  She
picked up a towel and dried her face, every movement graceful and vibrant.
She must have felt my eyes on her because she blushed a little.  She arched
her back, thrusting those little boobs forward so that they looked bigger
and glanced at me out of the corned of her eye to see if I was watching. 
Was she teasing me a little?  It didn't seem likely, but that's the way it
looked.
   She pulled a lounge chair over next to mine and lay on her face, soaking
up the sun.  I took off the glasses and worked for a while.  It was hard to
concentrate with that sexy little girl wiggling her butt every so often
beside me.  She turned over after a while and it became even more
difficult. Her bottoms had slid up a little and the thin material had
slipped between her pussy lips and formed a definite crease between her
legs.  I could feel my cock stirring.  I couldn't believe this little girl
was turning me on like this.  I loved cute little girls, but everyone does.
I really hadn't thought much about little girls as sexual creatures but I
was revising my opinion by the minute.  She toasted on the front side for a
while and then sat up, reaching for her lemonade.  She took a drink and
licked off her upper lip.  Her little pink tongue slid around and my
imagination ran wild.
   "Michael, do you think I could use the hot tub?" she asked.
   "Sure, Murphy," I told her.  "You can use it anytime you want.  Just
make sure you're clean when you get in there, ok?"
   She nodded.  "Will you go with me?" she asked.
   I went and put on trunks and we went to the tub.  I eased myself down
and she got in beside me.  She tended to float a little and she giggled.
   "Hold me down please, Michael," she asked.
   I put my arm around her thin shoulders and she gradually drifted over
until she was on my lap.  I didn't move for a while and she settled in. 
She sighed when I wrapped my arms around her from behind and I just held
her there until she wanted to get out.
   I took her to the outdoor shower and we rinsed the chlorine off.  We
dried off and I wrapped her up in a towel.  I wrapped one around my waist
and we went inside.  We threw the towels into the laundry room and went to
the kitchen and I made sandwiches and we took the sandwiches and some chips
and lemonade to the sofa and watched the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy
on Netflix.  It's actually a very funny cartoon.  She waited until I sat
down and climbed up on my lap.  I put my feet up on the coffee table and
she stretched her legs out on top of mine, leaning half on me and half on
the side of the sofa arm where it joined the back.  We ate our sandwiches
and she put my left arm around her.  I petted her hair and we watched until
she fell asleep and took a little nap.  It wasn't long, just fifteen
minutes or so and she went off to get dressed.  I got up and got dressed
myself.  I went to the office and she came in after a bit and sat at her
desk, earphones on, and surfed the internet.
   We stayed there until her Mom came home.  They stayed with me again that
night, the cleaners hadn't come yet and I took them out for dinner.  We
watched a movie and ate popcorn and they went to bed.  The cleaners came
the next day and they moved into their new place.
   Murphy came over every morning and we fell into the same routine over
the next three months until school started.  We would work for an hour or
two and she would swim while I pretended to work.  She would soak up the
sun and then we would get in the hot tub.  We would eat lunch and watch
cartoons while she sat on my lap.  She would take a little nap and we would
spend the rest of the day in my office.  We became very good friends.  She
told me everything and I bounced story ideas off of her.  Reilly told me
she had found a babysitter but I told her she didn't need one.  Murphy
stayed with me and the matter never came up again.
   Murphy was fascinating to me.  I had never known an eleven year old girl
before.  She was extremely smart; I mean scary smart.  I suspected she had
a very high IQ; probably in the genius range.  She could be hilariously
funny when she wanted to be.  She was very moody, especially with her
mother but she turned that off around me.  She became very comfortable with
me and I think I got to see a side of her that no one else did.  She hated
her father.  He tried to see her several times and we had one encounter
with him.
   He showed up one day drunk and when I answered the door he tried to push
past me and come in.  I gave him a stiff arm and he reeled back.
   "What are you doing here, George?" I asked him.  "You know you don't
have any visitation rights and Reilly doesn't want you around."
   "You son of a bitch," he snarled.  "You can't keep me from seeing my
daughter."
   She came into the entry and looked at him.  "Hey, sweetheart..." he
began.
   She cut him off.  "You're pretty much of an ass, aren't you, Dad?  We
don't want to see you anymore."
   "You little bitch," he started.  "You and your whore mom..."
   It was my turn.  I hit him in the solar plexus.  It wasn't a love tap.
He crumpled to the porch and puked on my steps.  I knelt beside him. 
"Listen good," I told him.  "If I ever see you again I'm going to kick your
ass.  If you ever bother these girls again, I'm going to bust you up bad.
I'm going to hurt you real bad.  Get the fuck off my porch and get in your
fucking truck."
   I hauled him up by the hair and he actually tried to hit me.  I spun
away and hit him alongside his jaw with a spinning back fist.  Something
cracked; either a tooth or his jaw.  He sank down and I pulled him back up
by the hair.  I bitch slapped him twice and he went staggering away, blood
dripping from his nose.  He got in his truck and we never saw him again. 
Murphy came outside and got the hose.  She started washing the puke off the
steps.  I could see that she was crying and it broke my heart.  I didn't do
anything until she was finished and had reeled the hose back up.  When she
came back to the porch I picked her up and carried her inside.  She was
sobbing now and I took her to the sofa and just held her while she cried
out the anguish in her heart.
   "I'm so sorry, baby," I told her over and over.  I petted her hair and
stroked her bare little body in that little red bikini.
   "Why does my dad have to be such an asshole?" she sobbed.  "What's wrong
with Mom and me?  Why doesn't he love us?"
   I tried to calm her down.  I squeezed her little body tightly and petted
her.  "There's nothing wrong with you, Murphy," I whispered in her ear. 
"You're the most precious girl I've ever met.  There's nothing wrong with
Reilly either.  You're both wonderful, beautiful girls.  I love you and I
don't know why he doesn't.  Like you said, he's an asshole.  I don't like
for you to talk like that though.  There's something wrong with him, not
you.  How could anyone not love you?  You're perfect, baby.  It's him."
   She looked up at me with red, swollen eyes.  "I'm sorry he came here,
Michael.  I'm sorry you had to hit him.  I didn't know you could fight like
that.  I mean, I know you work out all the time, but I'm sorry you had to
do that."
   "It's not your fault, Murphy," I told her.  "I just couldn't stand to
hear him abusing you like that."
   "He used to hit Mom and me," she said.  "I'm glad you hit him.  I love
you Michael.  You're so nice to me.  You're nice to Mom too.  Why couldn't
you be my Dad?" she began to sob again.
   I reached out and got her the box of tissues.  She stopped crying and
blew her nose and wiped her eyes.  "I'm ok now," she said.  She laid her
head against my chest and just sniffed now and again for a while.  I could
tell she was thinking.  She sat up in her usual position on my lap and
looked up at me with those huge brown eyes.
   "Michael, do you like Mom?" she asked.
   "Yes, baby; I do like her.  She's a very sweet girl.  She's beautiful
too."
   "Why don't you ask her out?" she asked.  "I know she would go if you
asked her.
   "I'm in love with you," I told her.
   She blushed.  "I'm eleven, silly.  I'm in love with you too, but Mom
needs someone.  She cries at night sometimes when she thinks I'm asleep. 
She's miserable, Michael.  If you'll ask her out I'll let you kiss me.  I
know you want to.  I know you like to look at me.  I let you touch me all
the time.  I'll let you touch me more if you'll ask Mom out."
   I laughed.  "You're so smart, aren't you, baby?  You've got me all
figured out.  You don't have to bribe me, Murphy.  I'd love to go out with
your Mom.  I'd love to do that stuff with you too, but not so I'll take
Reilly out.  I wasn't kidding about being in love with you."
   "I know," she blushed again.  "I wasn't kidding about being in love with
you either.  I won't try to bribe you anymore."
   "Good," I said.  "Your mother is a beautiful person in her own right,
Murphy.  She deserves to be loved for herself, not because I want to love
you."
   "I know, I'm sorry, Michael.  I shouldn't have said that.  I'm really
upset and I wasn't thinking straight.  I do want you to kiss me and touch
me though.  I'll let you.  What would you like to do?"
   "Can I show you?" I asked her.
   She nodded.  "I'm all ugly now," she said.  "I know I look like a mess
because I've been crying.  Can we wait till tomorrow?  Will you still think
about taking Mom out?"
   I squeezed her.  "I'll ask her for Saturday night.  We can wait for the
other as long as you want to."
   She got the remote and we watched cartoons until she went to sleep.  She
slept a couple of hours this time.  I fell asleep too and when I woke up I
felt a throw being drawn over me.  I looked up and Reilly was home.  She
saw that I was awake and held her finger up to her lips.
   "I'll cook," she whispered.
   I closed my eyes and squeezed Murphy's little form a little tighter and
went back to sleep.  I woke up again when I felt lips kiss my forehead. 
Reilly was kneeling beside the sofa.
   "She loves you, Michael," she whispered.  "She's never been like this
with anyone else.  She's all stiff even when I hug her.  Don't hurt her and
I'll be your slave."
   "I don't need a slave," I whispered back.  "I need a date for Saturday
night.  Will you go out with me?"
   She blushed.  She was very like her daughter, or maybe Murphy was like
her.  "Yes, I'd love to.  Dinner's ready."
   She stood up and walked away.  I looked down at Murphy.  Her beautiful
little lips were slightly parted and her chest rose and fell softly under
the throw.  I could have just held her forever.  I kissed her lips and she
stirred.  Her eyes fluttered and I kissed her again.  She stiffened in my
arms and looked at me.  I felt her relax and she kissed me back.
   "Reilly's home and she made dinner for us," I whispered.
   She sat up and pushed back the throw.  She walked away to get dressed,
those perfect little cheeks jiggling as she walked.  When she got to the
bathroom door she looked back over her shoulder and flexed them for me. 
She was smiling when she closed the door and I went in and pulled on shorts
and a t-shirt.  I helped Reilly set the table and Murphy came in and poured
juice.  We had a nice dinner.  Reilly is really a very good cook.
   After dinner they stayed a while and Murphy told her about what had
happened.  They both cried a little and I wound up with two wet girls, one
under each arm.  They got better after a while and I told Murphy that I had
asked her Mother out for Saturday evening.  She was very pleased with that.
I asked her if she would be ok if my sister Sam came over and stayed with
her.  She was ok with that.  They had met a couple of times and they liked
each other.  Sam isn't married and she's pretty cool.  She's my baby sister
and she loves me.  They went home after a while and I went to sleep feeling
pretty good.  Murphy had told me that she loved me and I was going out with
Reilly on Saturday.  I didn't think life could get any better.
   Murphy was a little late the next morning.  She looked as beautiful as
ever.  We kept our schedule only things were about an hour later.  The
first change came when we got in the hot tub.  I wasn't paying much
attention and when she floated over to sit on my lap I wrapped her up like
always.  I stroked her firm little tummy and she purred.  She took my hand
and pushed it up.  There was nothing but firm brown skin until my hand was
pressed against one hard little breast.  I was a little shocked.  I looked
and saw her bikini top on the side of the tub.  The little minx had taken
it off!  She pressed my hand hard against her little boob and I could feel
a hard little nub in the center of my palm.
   She looked up at me.  "Feel me," she said.  "I want you to.  This isn't
about Mom, I want it."
   I ran my fingers over that hard little mound.  It was fuller than I
expected.  She was well developed for her age.  There was quite a bit of
flesh to that little cone and it was capped with the hardest little nipple
I have ever felt.  I tweaked it and she moaned.
   "That feels so good, Michael," she breathed.  "Do the other one."
   I used my other hand and I pinched the little nubs gently, rolling them
around until she was panting.  Her face was flushed.  I wanted to see them
but there were too many bubbles in the water.  She declared that she was
boiling and levered herself out of the tub.  She walked away to the shower
before I could get more than a glimpse.  I followed her and we stood under
the cool stream.  They were amazing.  There's nothing quite as beautiful as
a young girl's breasts.  Murphy's were as erotic as anything I had ever
imagined.  She let me touch her all over as we rinsed off and my cock was
so hard it ached.  We got our towels and went inside to eat.  When we got
to the laundry room she threw her towel in as usual and went to the bar and
climbed up on her barstool like it was normal for her to be sitting there
with her boobs bare.  I sure wasn't going to object to having a nearly
naked, absolutely gorgeous preteen sitting at my bar.
   We took our food into the living room and she waited for me to sit down.
When I did she took up her usual position on my lap and turned the TV on. I
had no idea what she was watching, I was watching Murphy.  When we finished
eating she relaxed on my lap and I petted her.  I played with those little
nipples and she squirmed around more and more on my lap.  I ran my hands
all over that perfect little body and she became more and more agitated.
   "Something's happening to me," she looked up at me with heavy lidded
eyes.  "I feel all wet and tingly down there," she told me.  "I feel like I
need you to touch me... you know."
   "Your pussy feels good?" I asked her.
   She nodded.  "You don't like me to say words like that," she said.
   "When you're talking about your pussy it's ok to say pussy," I told her.
"Do you want me to touch it?"
   "Yes," she said.
   "Inside or outside your bikini?" I asked her.
   "Outside first," she said.  "If I like it we can try it inside."
   I slid my hand down over her smooth belly, stopping to tickle her navel
and cupped her pussy with my hand.  She spread her legs apart so I could
play with her and pushed up against my hand.  I stroked her little brown
thighs and traced the line of her bikini up between her lips.  She moaned
and I continued to caress her as her excitement mounted.  She was twisting
her hips now, pushing up for more contact and she made little whimpering
sounds.  She was very wet and her bikini was soaked with her juices.
   "Inside now," she murmured.  "God that feels good, Michael." She lifted
the bikini up so I could slide my hand inside and I let my index finger
slide through her creamy pussy lips down to her opening.  I gathered her
moisture and stroked the tiny lips, coating them and making them slippery.
The material of her bikini was confining and I pulled the tie at her hip.
The material slid away and she was beautifully and gloriously bare in my
lap.  I used her secretions to make my finger slide over the little button
of her clit and she started when I touched it.  I penetrated her with one
finger and used the other hand to manipulate her clit.  It grew firm under
my touch and her moans and motions became nearly uncontrollable.  She
bucked her hips up to meet the thrusts of my finger inside her hot little
pussy and she came explosively as I took her clit between my fingers and
rolled it around.  I let her enjoy the sensations until she became
uncomfortable with me rolling her clit and let her come slowly down.  I
left my finger in her and I could feel her pussy clench and relax inside as
she shuddered to a stop.
   She looked up at me with those huge brown eyes.  Her face had that slack
look of prolonged sexual excitement and seeing that on the face of a sweet
little eleven year old angel was the single most erotic thing I had ever
seen.
   "What was that, Michael?" she asked.
   "It was an orgasm, baby," I told her.  "You came for me.  That's another
word for it: cum.  Did you like it, Murphy?"
   "Oh, yes," she breathed.  "That was the best thing I ever felt.  I felt
like I was going to fall apart in little pieces it felt so good.  Did you
like it, Michael?"
   "It was the sexiest thing I've ever done," I told her.  "I love you,
Murphy.  I love looking at you and touching you.  I love seeing you cum. 
You're so gorgeous, baby."
   "Good," she said.  "I'm going to want to do it a lot."
   "Thank you for letting me touch you like that," I said.  "I know how
much it means.  Most guys never get to be with someone like you."
   "You mean because I'm eleven?" she asked.
   "Yes, that too, but I meant someone as sweet and beautiful as you," I
said.
   "I wouldn't let anyone else touch me like that," she said.  "I feel sort
of uncomfortable when anyone else touches me."
   "Why don't you feel like that with me?" I asked her.
   "I don't know," she said.  "You're so beautiful and kind to me.  I know
you love me and I trust you.  I don't really trust anyone else."
   "What about Reilly?" I asked her.  "You trust her, don't you?"
   "Yes, I mean I trust her not to hurt me, but she doesn't make very good
decisions, Michael.  It's because of her that I had to live with Dad all
those years.  I know she would never intentionally harm me, but I get
caught up in the blowback of what she does and it does hurt me.  I think
she's going to do better.  I know she was very young when they got married.
Maybe Dad used to be different.  She should have left him years ago when he
beat her up for the first time.  She didn't and that got me beat up too. 
It's hard for me to trust people, Michael.  I want to ask you something. 
Can boys feel like you made me feel?"
   "Yes, we cum too."
   "How?"
   "Well, reach down and feel my cock," I told her.
   Her little hand slid down and squeezed me over my trunks.  "It feels
hard," she said.  "Is that uncomfortable?"
   "It would be if it were like that all the time.  It only gets hard when
I'm around someone as incredibly sexy as you.  Looking at you makes it that
way.  Touching you makes it feel even better.  If you pet it like I did
your pussy, I'll cum.  It's different with a man.  When we cum; white,
creamy stuff called sperm or cum spurts out the end and it's the best
feeling on earth."
   "Yes," she said.  "That's what I want to do.  Let it out."
   I couldn't help laughing.  "That sounds like it's some sort of monster.
`Unleash the Kraken!'"
   She giggled and pulled at my trunks.  I lifted my butt so she could pull
them off and my cock sprang up, hitting her left breast.  It left a little
trail of precum and she felt it with her finger.
   "Is that like the stuff my pussy made when you were playing with me?
   "Yes, I don't know if the chemistry is the same, but it serves the same
purpose."
   "What?" she asked.
   "It's designed to make us slippery so my cock can go in your pussy
easily," I told her.
   "I don't want to do that," she said.  "I do know about that and it makes
babies."
   "That's very unlikely," I told her.  "Have you had a period yet?"
   "No, not yet," she said.  "Mom told me about that."
   "Well, you're not ovulating yet then.  You can't get pregnant, but I
didn't intend to fuck you, Murphy."
   She covered her ears.  "I'm not supposed to say that.  You wouldn't like
it if I did.  I heard you say it to Dad though."
   "It's ok if you're talking about fucking," I told her.  "Sometimes you
want to sound really threatening so you tell someone to shut the fuck up. I
don't use it all the time like a lot of people do."
   "No, me either," she said.  "I still don't want to do that... fuck. 
Jesus, Michael; it is a Kraken.  That would never fit in me.  It would kill
me!"
   "No it wouldn't," I told her.  "It's physically possible, I'm just not
sure it's a good idea.  We're pushing the envelope really hard now.  Most
people would say you aren't old enough to make an informed choice. 
Probably with most eleven year olds, they're right.  They don't know you
though."
   "That's stupid," she said.  "I'm a child; not a slave.  I'm perfectly
capable of making my own decisions.  I'm a lot more capable than a lot of
adults I know."
   "I know, baby, but you're smarter than most people.  You're way smarter
than me."
   "Thanks," she said.  "I want to make you feel good now.  I want to make
you cum.  Show me how; we can talk later."
   I took her tiny little hand and wrapped the fingers around my cock.  It
looked very erotic; her fingers couldn't reach all the way around.  She
gripped it firmly and I showed her how the loose skin could slide up and
down.  She did it on her own and I knew I wouldn't last long.  She was just
too gorgeous and too sexy.  I took her other hand and we coated the head
with precum.  I brought it to her pussy and gathered up some of her fluids.
She was very wet and we used that too.  She twisted the head of my cock
around and I showed her how to stroke under the sensitive crown.  I came in
three minutes, spurting up into the air as she pumped.  A glob flew up and
stuck to her hair and her hands were covered.  She watched my face as I
came and she pumped until the last drops oozed out.
   "God, baby; that was so good," I told her.  "I've wanted to do that for
months.  Ever since the first time you sat on my lap in the hot tub I've
been wanting you."
   She looked at her hands.  When she spread her fingers, strings of cum
clung to them and she smooshed it around.  "It's really slick," she said.
"What does it taste like?  I've seen women drink it on the internet."
   "I have no idea," I laughed.  "I haven't tasted it."
   She raised one finger and sucked it clean.  She wrinkled her nose.  "It
isn't bad," she said.  "I don't like the texture much.  I could stand it if
you wanted me to drink it.  Those women on the internet sucked on the ...
cocks.  Would you like that?"
   "I would love it.  I'll lick your pussy too but not right now.  Most of
all, I want to make love to you, Murphy."
   "You mean put it inside me?  I'm afraid, Michael.  I'll let you if you
really want to."
   "We'll build up to that," I told her.  "Thank you, baby.  I promise not
to make you do anything you're afraid to do.  When you want it too, then
we'll do it."
   "Will you fuck Mom?" she asked.
   "Do you want me to?"
   "Yes, I think it would make her happy.  I need her to be happy,
Michael."
   i"Will you be jealous?"
   "Yes, I want you all to myself, but that's selfish.  I won't be upset.
Can I watch?"
   "That isn't just up to me," I told her.  "It's fine with me.  I'd like
for you to join in, but that's up to Reilly too."
   "Maybe not the first time," she said.  "I have an idea though.  She
knows I love you, Michael.  I told her.  I told her I was going to let you
pet me.  When you come home from your date, we can send Sam home and Mom
and I will spend the night.  You can fuck her and then I'll come and get in
bed with you after.  We can talk.  I'll tell her I want to watch and play
with you guys."
   "What did she say when you told her you were going to let me pet you?"
   "She didn't like it.  She cried and said I was too little.  I told her
it wasn't up to her.  She eventually said she knew I loved you and that you
were the gentlest man she knew.  If I was sure, she wouldn't cause any
trouble.  She thinks you're gentle, and you are; but she didn't see you
with Dad."
   "I'm gentle with gentle people," I told her.
   "I know.  I love you Michael.  My hands feel really yucky."
   I laughed.  "Will you take a shower with me, Murphy?"
   She stood up and took my hand in one of her yucky ones and led me away.
   By the time Reilly got home we were clean and innocent looking.  I
wondered if she could tell what we'd been doing but she didn't say
anything.
   Reilly came over at six Saturday evening and she looked great.  She had
on a short green dress that fit her well.  I had our date set up.  We went
to a coffee house and played board games for a while.  She was very good at
scrabble and she knew lots of words.  We fought about the rules like kids
and then I took her to the zoo.  We ate hot dogs and pretzels and drank a
lot of Coke.  I took her down to the park on the river and they were having
a jazz concert.  We danced a couple of times and she moved like a dream. 
She turned a lot of heads and there wasn't a man that could see her that
didn't check her out.  Even some of the women couldn't keep their eyes off
this gorgeous redhead.  The band was playing a slow, sweet number and she
felt very nice against me.  She was tight and voluptuous at the same time.
George was an idiot but his loss was my gain.
   "I want to kiss you, Reilly," I said.
   She raised her face and I pressed against those generous lips.  They
were soft and sweet and she tasted delicious.  We danced and I held her and
kissed her a dozen times.  She squirmed against me and her big delicious
breasts were against my chest.  I took her home about eleven and Murphy and
Sam were watching TV.  They finished their show and Sam kissed us and left.
Murphy said she was very sleepy and she wanted them to spend the night. 
Reilly didn't take much convincing.  We sat on the sofa and Murphy climbed
the stairs and we heard the bedroom door close.  I pulled Reilly close and
kissed her.  She was very excited and she pulled her dress up and straddled
me.  I unzipped it and felt her bare back.  She pulled away a little and
whispered in my ear.
   "Not here, Michael.  I'm afraid Murphy will come out and see us.  Take
me to bed."
   She stood up and I led her to my bedroom.  I picked her up inside the
door and carried her to the bed.  I set her down and slipped the dress
down. It slipped down, hung on her hips for a minute and puddled at her
feet.  She had on a gold, silk bra and matching panties.  Her skin was very
white and creamy with a sprinkling of freckles over her shoulders and
decreasing down to the tops of her big breasts.  I took her in my arms and
she was all soft, beautiful woman.  When I released the catch on her bra it
slid off and all that beautiful, firm flesh spilled out.  Her breasts were
large, even bigger than they looked in her clothes.  They were very heavy
and they swayed and bounced with her every movement.  They didn't sag, in
spite of their weight and her nipples and areolas were pink and virginal
looking.  She was very shy and she blushed as I drank in the sight of her.
I could tell she wasn't very confident.
   "Jesus, Reilly," I breathed.  "You're beautiful!  My God, I knew you
were gorgeous, but nothing like this!"
   Her belly was flat and her hips swelled dramatically into beautiful legs
that were toned, very long and totally flawless.  I pulled the comb out of
her hair and all that flame tumbled down.  I couldn't believe how gorgeous
she was.
   "Lie down on the bed, and let me just look at you," I told her.  "I want
to remember this."
   She was still blushing and she lay back on the bed as her flaming hair
fanned out around her, framing her clear white skin in a beautiful picture.
I knelt on the bed over her and stroked that amazing body.  Her breasts
still didn't sag or flop over to the side.  I bent and took one nipple
inside my lips and she groaned.
   "Michael," she moaned.  "It's been a while.  I've never been with anyone
other than... him.  You're making me feel so good.  I need you, Michael.  I
need you inside me.  Don't tease me, just take me.  We can play later, I
need your cock now."
   I pulled the little panties down her long legs and shed clothes until we
were both bare.  She had a little, neatly trimmed landing strip and it was
the cutest thing I had ever seen, just a bit of flame colored fluff over
her sweet pussy.  Her pussy lips were glistening with moisture and I could
tell she was more than ready.
   When I moved up on her and she got her first look at my cock she gasped.
"Jesus Christ, Michael, I don't know.  I don't think... I don't..."
   I silenced her with a kiss.  Our bodies pressed together and she was as
soft as a feather pillow on the surface.  Underneath she was steel.  I knew
she worked out four evenings a week and it was obviously paying off.  Her
body was perfection.  I thought about Murphy.  The difference was stark. 
She was slender, long and, to my mind, the absolute pinnacle of
desirability.  She was an eleven year old goddess.  Reilly was something
different, almost as if they were a different species.  She was an earth
goddess and Murphy was a nymph.  They were both the stuff of young men's
wet dreams.
   Reilly had the personality of your little sister, sweet, uncomplicated
and in love with life.  She also had the body of a porn star.  The
combination was something to fall in love with.  Right now I was interested
in falling into a hot, tight pussy.  She was very wet and very horny.  She
moaned as the head of my cock sliced between her creamy lips and slid
inside.  She was very tight and hot.  I got four inches into her in the
first few seconds and she groaned.
   "God, Michael; not so quick, honey.  You're way too big to go that
fast."
   I nodded and ease two more inches in.  It had been fairly easy up to
that point, but beyond that it was a struggle for both of us.  That asshole
George must had had a dick like a cigarette.  This was obviously untouched
territory.  I remembered that he told me Murphy was born by C section.  The
walls of her pussy parted reluctantly as we moved together.  At eight
inches she was gasping for breath.
   "Stop, Michael; let me rest a minute," she panted.
   There was no way I was going to be able to do that.  I didn't press any
deeper but I drew back and started to pump her with what she had.  I hadn't
given her a dozen strokes before she started cuming.  A flush spread over
her face, down her neck and spread over her beautiful breasts.  She moaned
and shuddered.  She came nearly as easily as her daughter, her inexperience
and sensitivity combined to make her the fuck of a lifetime for most guys.
When I felt her orgasm and her pussy clench tightly around me I waited for
her to relax.  She went limp and I gave her the rest of my cock.  She
jolted as my balls slapped against her butt and went off again.
   "Good girl," I told her.  "I love watching you cum.  Let's see how long
we can keep you there."
   I rose up on my hands and gave her some serious strokes.  I've never
been with a woman that could take me all the first time.  Reilly was a big
girl, not fat but tall and very curvy and her breasts swayed and jiggled
every time I thrust into her.  It was very erotic and the look on her face
was something I'll never forget.  Her pussy fit like a glove around me and
she made cute little sounds when she came.  Her orgasm began to fade and I
bent to take one fat little pink nipple in my mouth.  That set her off
again and she came even harder.  This one went on for a long time and
finally her frantic hip pumping to meet my thrusts slowed.  I wasn't ready
to let her come down and I reached between us to play with the little but
of her clit.  I rubbed her with my thumb and that was all it took for her
to spiral up again.
   When she blew up I stopped rubbing her and she was getting pretty loud
now.  Every time she came it seemed to be stronger.  When I could feel her
starting to crest I would rub her again and her orgasms began to string
together.  I had been fucking her for over a half an hour now and her voice
was starting to get hoarse and husky.  I had been holding on with an iron
will, trying to make our first fuck something she would never forget.  I
was surprised at my depth of feeling for her.  It was a little confusing
because I was in love with Murphy.  I would sort it through but now I knew
I wasn't going to be able to keep from cuming much longer.  I wanted to
keep her cuming and she was becoming exhausted.  She had cum a dozen times
for me and I was amazed at her capacity.  My two little Irish girls were
astonishingly sexual.
   I fell forward onto her lush body and humped her, deep and quickly,
grinding against her and giving her every millimeter.  She groaned and
kicked her legs before wrapping them around me.
   "Cum, Michael," she moaned.  "God, you're killing me, honey.  Cum inside
me now.  Please, Michael, I want to feel you cum!"
   Her words and the feel of her fantastic body quivering under me sent me
over the edge and I fired a dozen shots of thick, ropey cum up into her
tightness.  She blew up all over again when she felt me splash into her,
sobbing in ecstasy now, her arms holding me tightly and those impossibly
long sexy legs wrapped around me; trying to merge our bodies as we came
together.
   I finally stopped, buried to the hilt inside her and we kissed
passionately for a long time.  Suddenly she was pushing at me, scrambling
to try and get away.  I was confused and rolled off of her.  I thought she
was having second thoughts and she was making little sounds of pain.
   "My leg," she moaned.  "I'm having a cramp!  Jesus, Michael; help me!"
   Her inner thigh muscle was quivering and I stretched it out, digging my
fingers into that amazing thigh and working it out.  When it went away, we
both collapsed on our backs, laughing at the sudden scare.  She rolled up
half over me, her big breasts crushed against my side, one little pink
nipple peeking over and lay with her cheek on my chest.  All that flaming
hair covered us like a veil and we rested.  I stroked the silky skin of her
back and reached down to sink my fingers into the firm flesh of her butt.
She flexed it and there were very strong muscles in there.
   She giggled like a little girl.  She looked up at me and I kissed her
luscious, red lips.  She grew pensive and I could see a tear trickle down
her cheek.
   "What's wrong, Reilly?" I asked her.
   "Damn you, Michael!  I shouldn't have done this with you," she sniffed a
little.  "You've spoiled me.  It's never going to be this good for me
again. I'm so in love with you and I know you'll never be mine." She was
sobbing now.
   "Reilly, you're breaking my heart," I squeezed her tightly.  "Do you
think this is a onetime thing?  I would never just fuck you and leave you
high and dry like that.  Why do you think it won't be this good for you
again?  Are you planning to marry some needle dicked guy next week? 
Because if you'll let me, I'm going to fuck you like a rabbit every day
this week."
   She looked up at me, confusion in her big blue eyes.  "But, I thought...
I mean, you and Murphy... she's in love with you, Michael.  What about
her?"
   "Let's see," I told her.  I reached out and got my phone.  I texted
Murphy.  "Mom wants you," I told her.
   In a minute I heard the floor creak and in another she came sliding into
the room.  Reilly tried to snatch up the sheet over us but I wouldn't let
her.  Murphy pulled her nightshirt over her head and slid in next to her
mother wearing only cute little purple panties.
   "Murphy, what are you doing?" her mother whispered.
   "I'm getting in bed with my Mom and her lover," Murphy said.
   "What... Michael, are you ok with this?" Reilly asked.
   "I want it more than anything," I told her.
   I watched as a range of emotions swept over her face.  Shame,
embarrassment, love, lust, confusion and above all a desperate desire to be
loved.  She started crying again.  Murphy slid on top of her and wiped away
the tears.  She kissed her mother on the nose and then on her trembling
lips.  Reilly wrapped her arms around her daughter and wept into her neck.
   "Murphy, God baby; I hardly know you.  You never let me touch you!  God
I love you so much baby.  Do you... I can't believe... I thought you hated
me, baby.  God knows I deserve it.  I fucked your life up so bad!  Do you
love me, baby?  Can you forgive me?  I thought I had lost you forever!"
   "You almost did," Murphy told her.  "I never hated you.  I've always
loved you, but you have fucked up my life.  You started fixing that when we
moved here.  You can keep fixing it.  I know you love Michael.  So do I. 
Pretty soon, I'm going to make love to him for the first time.  I'm willing
to share him with you.  I want you to be happy, but not at my expense.  You
don't get to make decisions about me anymore.  You gave that up when Dad
beat me up and you didn't do anything about it.  Michael is the one that
gets to make those decisions now.  You're my Mom and I'll always be
respectful and grateful that you finally had the courage to bring us here.
If you let me, I'll love you and get over what's happened to us."
   "I'll do anything," Reilly sobbed.  "Baby, baby; just let me hold you.
I've wanted to for so long.  You wouldn't let anyone but Michael touch you.
God, I've missed holding you.  What do you want me to do, Murphy?"
   "All I ever wanted was for you to love me enough to get us away from
Dad. Now I want more!  I want you to be Michael's lover.  I want you to be
my lover too.  I want to watch you; I want to join in and when the time is
right, I want you to help me make love to him.  Will you do that, Mom?"
   "Oh, yes, baby; I'll do anything.  I'm so sorry, Murphy.  I'll make it
up to you, somehow."
   "Make me cum," Murphy told her.  "Make me cum, Mom."
   Reilly went still.  "I'm not a lesbian, baby," she said.
   "Neither am I," Murphy told her.  "I'll make you cum though.  God, Mom;
don't you think I'm pretty?  I think you're beautiful and I'll bet you're
amazing when you cum.  I could hear you, you know.  It made me so horny.  I
want to make you moan like that.  I want you to do it for me."
   I just laid there; the thought of these two going at it had me hard as a
rock.  At the same time, this was such a tense situation.  It could all go
south right here.  I reached over and took Reilly's chin in my fingers,
turning her face toward me.  I kissed her lips, tasting the salt of her
tears.  I cupped her cheek in my hand.
   "We love you, Reilly," I told her.  "Love us, let us love you." I kissed
her again and I felt her lips begin to move on mine.
   She gasped against my lips and I glanced down to see that Murphy had
taken one of her fat little nipples between her cupid's bow lips.  She
moaned against my mouth and though I couldn't see, I suspected Murphy was
touching her pussy.
   "Fuck her, Michael," Murphy told me.
   "No, I can't!" Reilly wailed.  "Please, Murphy, I'm too embarrassed. 
Don't Michael.  I can't do this with you here, baby."
   "You can and you will," Murphy told her.  "You know you want this, Mom."
   "Yes, but not in front of my own daughter," she wept.
   "Yes, and you're going to be too busy licking my pussy to be
embarrassed," Murphy told her.  "Make her do it, Michael."
   "Easy, baby," I told her.  "Don't be so pushy."
   "Mom kind of likes pushy," Murphy explained.
   "No, that's nottrue," Reilly objected.
   "Yes it is, Mom.  Even when Dad told you that you were a useless, ugly
whore.  Why would you do that if you don't like pushy?"
   "I was afraid of him," Reilly protested.  "I was afraid he would hurt me
or you."
   "Fuck her," Murphy told me.  "I promise, she'll like it."
   Reilly tried to buck her off.  "No!"
   I moved between her thighs and she tried to close them.  It was too
late. Either Murphy was right, or a rain shower had sprung over Reilly's
pussy because she was so drenching wet I slid easily in, taking only a few
seconds to bury myself completely inside her.
   "Jesus, Michael, I'm sore, honey.  Take it easy," she told me.
   I straddled her legs and began a slow pump into her.  She moaned and
writhed as she began to respond.  Murphy leaned her little body back
against my chest and scooted her butt over Reilly's breasts and up where
her mother could reach it with her mouth.
   "Lick me, Mom," she said.
   Reilly was very reluctant and Murphy threatened to make me stop fucking
her if she didn't.  I stopped all motion and she thrust herself against me
frantically, close to orgasm and wanting desperately to cum.
   Her tongue came out and tentatively explored Murphy's little pink folds.
I wrapped my arms around Murphy and played with her cute little boobs,
pinching her nipples and squeezing the hard little mounds into points.  I
did that until I felt her begin to tremble.  Knowing her climax was close;
I took my hands away and pushed her up so I could devote my attention to
her mother.  I pounded that poor girl and her muffled scream of passion,
half drowned in Murphy's sweet little pussy was enough to take us all over
the edge.  It was like a bomb had gone off in my bed!  There were squealing
girls and ropes of cum and big beautiful breasts and cute little hard ones
all jumbled up together until we collapsed in a sweaty pile.
   I had a beautiful girl on each arm, my hands sliding over wet, silky
skin and breasts of both sizes on my chest.  They were kissing every now
and again and we whispered and touched our lovers.  Reilly had, at least
temporarily, lost all her inhibitions and Murphy never had any.
   "Why were you so mean to me, baby?" Reilly asked Murphy.
   "I'm sorry, Mom; but you weren't ever going to let this happen unless we
made you.  I think you like being told what to do."
   "No, I don't," Reilly said.  "I just like to make people happy.  It
makes me feel good when I can."
   "Reilly, you don't have to do anything to make us happy," I told her. 
"I don't know about Murphy, but you make me happy just knowing you. 
Looking at you makes me happy.  Hearing you laugh or watching you cum; that
makes me very happy."
   "Well, I haven't been very happy in my life," she said.  "I always felt
like I couldn't please my parents.  No matter how good my grades were or
what I did in athletics, it always seemed like they weren't happy.  I was
the Homecoming Queen twice and I never heard a word of them being proud of
me.  Before we got married, he... George, made me feel happy.  That all
changed after you were born, Murphy.  He told me I was a fat cow and
everything he did was degrading.  I tried to be good and make him love me,
but nothing worked.  It's going to take me a while to get over that."
   "It's not something to get over," Murphy told her.  "I mean, if
someone's treating you like shit, you should hit them over the head with a
chair, but being sweet and soft is part of you that I love.  I always have,
even when I was so mad at you for so long.  You did everything you could to
make me happy except the one thing that would have worked.  We need to keep
you out of the way of mean people.  You try to make them happy and they
take advantage of you."
   "You mean like fucking me and making me eat your pussy?"
   "You loved that, Mom.  Look in my eyes and tell me you didn't."
   "No, I did but I want to decide for myself when I want to do things."
   "Do you want to fuck Michael?"
   "Yes, but not because you make me."
   "I loved you licking my pussy.  Do you want to do things for me that you
know I love?"
   "Yes, but I don't like you threatening to not let me cum if I don't."
   "What's the big fuss about?" I asked.
   "Reilly, you wanted to do this, you just couldn't admit it.  Murphy, we
were sort of mean.  I thought it was as sexy as hell.  I'll let you be mean
to me sometime.  Murphy, one of these days I'm going to make you scream
until your throat is raw.  I'm going to do the same thing to you, Reilly.
I'll let you do anything you want to me.  Pain isn't fun, but you can go
right to the edge and it's mind-blowing."
   They snuggled into me.  "I can hardly wait," Murphy giggled.  I looked
at Reilly and she kissed me.  "I like to scream sometimes," she said.
   "So, we're all good?" I asked.
   "Yes," Murphy nodded.  "Very good," Reilly said.
   "You girls know that this is addictive," I warned them.  "I'm already
hooked.  I'm going to want sexy girls in my bed all the time now."
   "Do you want us to live with you?" Murphy asked.
   "Up to you," I told her.  "It might get crowded, or maybe not.  I don't
know.  I've only lived with one woman.  She took up a lot of room, but I
loved it.  You're welcome to try."
   "I think we should keep our own place," Reilly said.  "If we want to we
can stay here and if we want to be alone we can go home.  Thanks though,
Michael.  Someday we might want to.  You know, neither one of us are taking
birth control.  We should start right away."
   "Jesus, Reilly; you have a gallon of cum in you," I said.  "I'm sorry, I
should have asked.  Go douche out, baby.  We don't want an accident.  You
should go get the morning after pill tomorrow just to make sure."
   "Would you mind a little sister?" Reilly asked Murphy.
   "No, I guess not, but not a brother," she said.  "How do you know it
would be a girl."
   "I don't," Reilly laughed.  "It was a figure of speech.  I don't want to
be pregnant either.  Maybe someday before too long I might, but not now. 
Your father was snipped."
   "I don't want to ever mention him again," Murphy said.  "Forget about
him, Mom.  This is us now."
   "Ok, Murphy.  I'm sorry baby."
   "It's ok.  I just hate him, Mom."
   "I know.  I'm desperately tired.  I'm going to get that douche and go to
bed."
   "This is where you sleep," I told her.
   "Are you sure?"
   "Positive," I told her.  She went off to the bathroom and I cuddled
Murphy.
   "Is this what you wanted, baby?" I asked her.
   "Like a fairy tale," she said.  "I want to cum again, Michael.  If you
just rub me a couple of times I'll go off."
   I slid my finger through those slick little lips and when Reilly came
back Murphy was puffing and moaning her way down the other side of the
mountain.
   She smiled and lay down beside me.  I pulled my girls into my arms and
we slept like babies.  Reilly got up and went to work the next morning. 
She was walking funny at first and complained about being sore.  After her
shower she was better and I licked her pussy until she came in the kitchen
before she left.  She called later and said she would pick Murphy up and go
see a gynecologist at two.  That interrupted our routine and Murphy wasn't
happy about that.  She was very much a creature of habit, but it was for a
good cause and she reconciled herself to it.
   They stayed with me the rest of the week and we fucked Reilly until she
was worn.  She went home for a couple of nights to recover and it was just
Murphy and I.  She was still afraid to make love so we just played to our
hearts content.  It was sweet and beautiful and so was she.  School was
going to start in a couple of weeks and she started getting tense about
going to a new school.  I offered to home school her and she jumped at the
chance.  I have degrees in English, journalism and philosophy and I felt
like I could do a better job with her than the schools could.
   I worried a bit about her not having friends her age.  I talked to her
about it and she thought it would be weird to have them.  "What am I going
to do, get excited about their stories of being kissed under the bleachers
when I'm going to come home and suck your cock while Mom makes me cum?"
   "Damn, Murphy!  That just makes me feel guilty!  Jesus, baby; I never
thought about this very clearly.  You just make me so hot I can't stand it.
What a mess!"
   "Stop being ridiculous," she said.  "I'll do it.  What do you want me to
do?"
   "I want you to take dance lessons and learn to play an instrument," I
told her.  "I want you to go to an art class and a foreign language class.
There are plenty of home school groups that coop on stuff like that.  I'll
take you."
   "Yes, and how will I introduce you?  `This is my lover?  Oh yes, he also
happens to be fucking my Mom.'"
   "You'll tell them I'm your Mother's boyfriend."
   "Well, that has the virtue of being true, but from what I know, most of
these people are religious fanatics.  They'll hardly look with favor on my
mother having a live-in boyfriend."
   "Your information is outdated," I told her.  "That may have been true
twenty or thirty years ago, but it isn't anymore.  Parents that care about
their kids are pulling them out of the schools right and left.  Some of
them are fanatics.  Some of them think they can do a better job than the
school can.  An averagely intelligent zombie could do better.  Some are
right wing conspiracy nuts and some are left wing nut jobs.  You'll find
about the same concentration as your average private school.  They have one
thing in common; they care about their kids and that makes them special.  I
care about mine too.  That's why I want her to have friends her age."
   "I'm not your kid," she objected.  "I'm your lover."
   "Yes, and you're eleven," I told her.  "I wish you were my kid, Murphy.
I'd be a very proud father."
   She softened.  "I know, I'll be your kid.  You know I depend on you to
take care of me and steer me down the right roads.  I'll do what you want.
You're wiser than me.  I'm smarter than you though," she giggled.
   "Yes you are," I tickled her.  "It scares me how much you know.  Talking
to you is like talking to a thirty five year old woman.  I've never met
anyone as smart as you."
   "Mom's as smart as me," she said.
   "Are you sure?  She seems like a pretty uncomplicated person to me."
   "Yes, I know; but that's because she's just content to float along with
the tide.  She's intellectually lazy.  I think we should get her back in
school.  Make her do it, Michael.  It will make her feel more confident and
feel better about herself."
   "Murphy, you've got to stop this," I told her.  "You can't just order
her around."
   "Yes, I can," she said.  "I have a stronger will than she does and she
will just do stuff to make me stop bugging her."
   "Yes, I know that.  I have a stronger body than you do.  I could just
hold you and play with your boobs whether you wanted me to or not.  Should
I do that?"
   "I want you to."
   "You're playing word games.  I'm not Reilly.  Be honest now."
   "I get it.  The problem is, I know what would be good for her better
than she does.  It would be irresponsible of me not to make her do things
that are good for her."
   "Jesus, baby!  Some of the very worst things ever done have been done by
people that thought they knew better than the people they were doing them
to.  People have the right to go to hell in a handbasket if they want to.
You can't go around forcing people to do things they don't want to, even if
it's good for them."
   "That's what the schools, the police ant the government all do," she
said.
   "Yes, I know.  That's why they're evil.  People own themselves, Murphy.
You either believe that or you believe in slavery.  There's no other
option. If they own themselves, no one else has any right to tell them what
to do with themselves."
   "But I love her," she said.
   "Yes, me too but we can't always force her to do stuff.  Let's try
encouraging her.  Forcing her to do sexual things because we know she'll
enjoy them is one thing.  That's just playing.  The rest is off limits.  If
I find out you forced her to go to school, I'm going to be disappointed."
   She looked up at me, her face pale.  "No, I won't then.  That would kill
me for you to be disappointed in me."
   I laughed.  "It's inevitable, baby.  You're going to be disappointed in
me too.  When you love someone you do it even when they disappoint you.  I
never said I wouldn't love you."
   She looked relieved.  "I'll never intentionally do that," she said.
   "I know, baby.  I'm going to be really disappointed if you don't let me
make you cum now."
   She punched me.  "I was being serious, but I want to cum.  Suck me off,
Michael."
   I held that sexy little body and loved her until she exploded.
   She started dance classes on her twelfth birthday.  We found a nice coop
and she started all the other classes too.  She even found a drama club all
on her own and it wasn't long before there was a crowd of girls going in
and out of our house.  There were a few boys too.  She even went to some
events with one or the other of the boys.  They stayed with me almost
constantly except for one week out of the month.  They started their birth
control on the same day and when they were having periods, which Murphy
started just after she turned twelve, they spent that week by themselves.
   Reilly started taking online classes.  She was accepted into the
Master's program and started her project.  She was a kinesiology major and
wanted to do sports medicine.  We occasionally got to spend nights together
alone too when Murphy was invited to some sleepover at a friend's house or
went overnight to some club event.  I always took her out on those
occasions and she was always a blast.  Having this gorgeous redhead on my
arm was very flattering to my ego.  She loved everything about life and
although she was quiet in company, when we were alone she was a bubbly,
witty and charming girl.  She proved to be as smart as Murphy said she was.
I don't remember her missing a point in any of her graduate classes.  She
worked hard at it and by the time Murphy was thirteen, she had her masters
and was working on a PhD.
   Murphy was doing very well with her schooling.  She needed very little
supervision.  She would come into my office at nine, work at her job for an
hour and crack open the books.  I'm not a math guy and couldn't help her at
that, but Reilly was a whiz at math.  She got more done in four hours a day
than most kids in school get done in a week.  She worked through textbooks
like novels and she was doing work that would have stumped college
students. Her birthday was in October and she wanted a week vacation from
school.  Our routine had suffered.  She still swam every day and we still
sat in the hot tub and snuggled but now, in the evening, there was a steady
parade of girls in and out.  She had two girls that spent nearly as much
time at our house as they did theirs.  Most afternoons there were three
bikini clad girls to keep me from working.  Tegan and Ashley couldn't have
been more different.  Tegan was a cute little blonde and Ashley was a tall
black girl.  They were very flirty and very cute.  I admired them, but I
was very cautious around them.
   Murphy noticed and asked me why I didn't like them.  "I do like them," I
told her.  "They just seem a little too friendly sometimes.  Tegan rubbed
her boobs up against me today in the hot tub and Ashley rubs on me too."
   "They're sexy, don't you think?" she asked.
   "Yes, but I don't want to think about it," I told her.
   "Would you like to see them naked?" she asked.
   "Yes, but I'm not going to," I told her.  "I would like to see your
music teacher naked too, but I won't.  In fact, I would like to see every
attractive female I meet naked.  That doesn't mean anything.  It's just
imagination.  You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"
   "That's a lot of thinking," she laughed.  "They just think you're hot."
   "Well, hotness isn't an asset in jail with Bubba wanting to give it to
you in the ass," I told her.  "Forget it, Murphy.  Don't let them be naked
here.  I mean it, baby.  I don't want to see them.  I've got you.  I've got
Reilly and this is trouble.  Do you want me arrested?"
   "No, I didn't think about that," she said.
   "Well, don't let them mess around," I told her.
   We went to a nice Italian Restaurant for her birthday party.  We went
and drove go carts and wound up back at home for cake and punch.  I got her
a new laptop and Reilly and I had picked her out a lot of new clothes.  She
was growing like a weed and needed a whole new wardrobe.  She wanted to try
them on right away and ran off to her room.  When she came out she was
wearing a pair of her new jeans and that was it.  God she filled those
jeans out nicely.  Her breasts had grown to the size of half an orange and
her areola had gotten puffy.  She was brown all over, sunning constantly
without any clothes on and she was beginning to look less like a little
girl and more like a woman.
   She cupped her titties.  "I think I need a bra," she said.
   "Why," Reilly asked her.
   "You wear them," she said.
   "Yes, but my boobs would be down around my knees in a week if I didn't,"
Reilly said.  "I can imagine that you'll need one in a couple of years. 
You have beautiful breasts, Murphy.  Don't cover them up."
   "Besides, it would take us longer to get you naked," I told her.
   She giggled.  "I want to be naked now, in our bed with both of you.  I
want my last birthday present."
   "Let me see you take off those jeans," I told her.
   It was quite a trick.  She had been poured into them and she peeled them
down.  Her panties went with them and she was bare and beautiful.  Reilly
and I made a trail of clothes to the bedroom and we tumbled into bed. 
Reilly knelt between her thighs with her butt in the air and I slid inside
her inferno.  She was cuming in minutes and she had Murphy worked into
quite a state too.
   "Don't cum in her, Michael," Murphy gasped.  "Stop Mom, I want Michael."
   I moved into place and she grabbed my arms.  "No, Michael.  I want you
inside me."
   "Are you sure, Murphy?" I asked.  "I'm no smaller than yesterday."
   "No, but I'm bigger," she said.  "I'm a teenager now and I want to fuck
you.  I've been waiting forever and I want to do it now.  Help me, Mom."
   Reilly was crying.  "No, honey; you're still too little.  I can barely
take him after all this time.  Let me make you cum."
   "Later," Murphy said.  "I'm going to do this.  Now help me or lay there
and watch."
   Reilly reached out and took my cock in her hand.  She went down on me,
coating me with her saliva until I was dripping.  She pulled on me and I
moved forward to rest between Murphy's buttery lips.  "Very slow," she
warned me.  "If you hurt her I'm going to rip off your nuts."
   "Shut up, Mom," Murphy told her.  "You're throwing off our groove."
   We laughed and the feeling of that tiny pussy I had wanted to be inside
of for so long against the head of my cock was driving me wild.  I wanted
to just nail her to the bed, so Reilly's word of caution wasn't without
merit.  Reilly rubbed the head of my cock up and down her daughter's slit
and stimulated her clit with it.  Murphy was moaning and thrusting against
me.
   "Don't tease me," she begged.  "Put it in, Mom.  God, I want it so bad."
   Reilly slotted my cock and the head parted those little pink lips.  I
was pretty sure she had no virgin barrier.  As many fingers as had been
inside her, it was very unlikely that it was intact.  I hoped not.  The
pressure was intense and it was a good thing I was as hard as iron or she
would have broken me in half.  The head popped in and I pushed two inches
inside her before I could stop.  She cried out and Reilly hit me.  "I told
you to go slow," she said.
   "Sorry, baby; I didn't mean to do that," I told her.  "I was pushing so
hard to get in that I couldn't stop."
   "It's ok," Murphy moaned.  "Jesus, that hurt.  Don't do that again."
   "No, I won't.  Let me know when you're ready."
   "Rub my clit, Mom."
   Reilly teased the little nub and Murphy soon began to writhe under her
assault.  I took that as my signal to move and I pulled back and returned,
just moving the head back and forth inside her.  I advanced a little more
with about every tenth stroke.  Soon she was taking six inches into her
little pink pussy without discomfort and I could tell she was about to cum.
When she went off I gave her two more inches and she screamed and came
again.  I fed another inch into her and that was it.  I could feel the wall
of her cervix against the head of my cock.  She was cuming like a string of
firecrackers and I wasn't going to be far behind.  The very idea of being
inside this amazing little sprite I loved with all my heart was enough to
push me to the brink and the incredible tightness and heat around my cock
was fueling the fire.
   I had wanted her for so long and playing sexual games with her all that
time had just whetted my appetite for her.  I could feel every fold and
ever contraction of her hot little box around me as she came in waves.  It
was the most incredible experience of my life and I never wanted it to end.
Reilly had one of her little mounds inside her mouth and was caressing her
face with her hands.  I reached down and slipped a finger into Reilly's hot
pussy and she humped herself against my hand.  I could tell she was on the
verge of cuming too and I determined to bring her off with me.  Murphy was
cuming constantly and she wasn't coming down anytime soon.  I tensed every
muscle in my body as my cock erupted inside my little lover.  Reilly's moan
matched mine and we writhed together until we collapsed.
   "Now that was a birthday present," Murphy sighed.  "I want another
tomorrow."
   "I've created a monster," I told her mother.  "She's insatiable."
   "I know," Reilly said.  "You're another.  You two fuck me more times in
a week than in all my life before."
   "Hey," Murphy objected.  "I believe you're the one that woke me up at
two this morning with your face in my pussy.  Then you whined about wanting
to cum until I ate you too."
   "She did that?" I asked.  "She woke me up at four and wanted me to fuck
her from behind.  Jesus, you're a horny girl, Reilly."
   She laughed.  "You've corrupted me.  I'm not going to work or school
tomorrow.  Can we just stay in bed and fuck all day?"
   "Can we do it again now?" Murphy asked.  "I feel you getting hard again,
Michael."
   "I'm in bed with a beautiful little nymph and an earth goddess," I told
her.  "I want to fuck Reilly now.  I'll do you again later."
   "I'll help," she agreed.  "Mom, have you ever licked a girl's pussy that
was leaking cum?"
   "No," Reilly said.  "I want to though."
   I don't know how it happened, but I knew I was going to be a very happy
man.  
  
Murphy's Law