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Candy & Lace

Chapter 1

by The Razor’s Edge

Candy looked up as I came in from the garage. She was sitting at the kitchen table, reading. It was after 11 pm. She should have been in bed. “You guys have a good time at the party?” she asked.

I removed by jacket and hung it up. “It was okay. A little loud and too many people. You know me; I’m not you’re regular party guy. Your aunt Jane got a little drunk again. With all the trouble she’s had lately I suppose it was good for her to let her hair down a little.” Jane is my only sibling. She is just ending her second marriage. It wasn’t going well at all. I sat at the kitchen table with Candy. She had her night shirt on, ready for bed.

Lace closed and locked the kitchen door to the garage. She sat down. “So, what did you do tonight, kiddo?” she asked Candy.

“Not much. Marce came over and we played a few computer games, watched a little TV and talked. She went home a few minutes ago.”

“You probably talked about boys all night,” I chuckled.

Candy giggled like the little girl she was. “Yeah, right, dad. I’m 11 years old. What do I care about creepy boys? Boys my age are soooo immature.” I wondered though. When do girls start to notice the opposite sex? She probably notices boys already but won’t admit it to us. The fun years are just beginning, I thought to myself.

Candy is our only child. It seems lately her chief goal in life is to be older than she is. In my opinion she’s matured way too fast but her body hasn’t caught up. She’s a little precocious; into things that 11 years olds shouldn’t be really be into. She’s about 4 feet 10 inches tall, and slim. If she weighs 80 pounds I’d be surprised. She has dirty blonde hair. It’s shoulder length when she wears it down. She likes to keep it that length. When it grows longer she insists on going to the salon for a cut. The other day she insisted on brown streaks.

Candy has grey eyes. Her cheeks are dimpled when she smiles. The best description of her nose is “pixie.” Her lashes are fairly long, her eyebrows bold. Her legs are slim but still little girl shapely; not yet adult beautiful. They still have fuzz on them; that delicate, fine, pre-teen down girls usually have on their legs. Her waist is just starting to narrow. Physically I would consider her an average 11 year old. She hasn’t reached puberty yet but still, she is very beautiful. This child still has that little girl exuberance, that never ending energy and enthusiasm. Sometimes it is overwhelming, infectious. I can’t help but laugh at some of her antics. People warn me that the nefarious teenage years are looming but I sure as hell can’t picture Candy any different than she is now. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

Everyone calls Lacey, “Lace.” She’s 33 and a stay at home mom. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me, hands down. I was first captivated by her beauty 12 years ago, and then was immediately bewitched by her down-to-earth personality. Every action is planned, every thought pondered. She works hard to keep herself in shape. She exercises regularly. She eats properly. She’s also a blonde. Her hair is also cut shoulder length, like Candy’s, and most of the time she wears it down, usually with bangs. Only her hairdresser and I know for sure that her color comes from the bottle. It looks natural though. She has the most beautiful brown eyes. Her eyebrows are also broad, like Candy’s, but her lashes are not as long as her daughter’s. Her nose is classic straight, her mouth fairly wide. She’s 5 feet 5 inches and weighs about 120 pounds. Lace is “drop-dead” gorgeous, no question. She does complain once and awhile about the size of her breasts. She says she’s underdeveloped. She wants to be bigger. I keep telling her its okay. I really like her the way she is. She is categorically perfect, tiny boobs and all.

I believe Lace is the catalyst for Candy being as mentally mature as she is. Sometimes it’s an irritant to me. Shopping together they return with clothes for Candy that I consider clearly too grown up for an 11 year old. They watch TV programs together that I say are inappropriate for a little girl. Lace insists we take her to movies that may not be appropriate, too adult. I think both Candy and Lace want Candy to grow up too soon. Lace and I discuss this all the time. She thinks I’m an old “fuddy-duddy.” I guess what I really want is my little girl back. Aren’t all dads the same when it comes to their little girls? They shouldn’t have to grow up that fast. It wasn’t that long ago I would read to her in a big comfy chair and she would cuddle in my arms, in awe of the descriptions, the pictures. Then it was “why, daddy,” or “that’s funny daddy,” or “that’s gross daddy.” She would look up and smile, those little dimpled cheeks caved in. Her giggle was infectious. My heart would melt instantly. But no more; now it’s mini-skirts, spaghetti-strap tops, “Sex and the City” and the latest “boy-band.” How cruel life can be! But I love her and Lace more than anything in the world. I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Lace and I have a sex life that is regular and for the most part pedestrian. In 12 years of marriage we’ve never experimented with anything I would consider kinky or outlandish. Lace has never complained to me though. As a matter of fact we rarely talk about sex at all. What is “kinky” sex, though? For some, it’s wild and unabashed sexual fervor. For others, it’s just a diversion from the missionary position. We’re in a routine. Mostly it consists of foreplay, the missionary position, entry, climax, sleep. Different positions? Rarely. Maybe when we come home from a party and feel frisky then we’ll try something out of the ordinary, out of the routine. We rarely talk during sex. Lately I’ve felt our sex life could be much better; more gratifying; more rewarding; a little kinkier. I’m almost 36. Sometimes I feel life is passing us by far too quickly.

I’ve never cheated on Lace. I guess we’ve all had opportunities or at least we’ve thought the moment was ripe but I’ve always dismissed it. Why would I? Lace is beautiful. Of course I sometimes look. No doubt I admire a beautiful young girl. It’s only natural. There is nothing more sexy than a gorgeous woman; nothing more alluring than a seductive female. Of course we all have secret thoughts; thoughts that we share with no one. It’s the private stuff; the business of no one except our self.

You don’t know me so I can tell you. My secret? Since I was a teenager my secret sexual fantasies embrace very young girls; those nubile, seductive Lolitas that parade in the malls dressed in short, short skirts, with bouncy little pony tails and flirting eyes. My heart leaps and my cock stirs when I see tiny, perky tits on display through little tight tops or tee-shirts, unencumbered by bras or other confining clothing. Oh how I would love to reach out and touch those little forming bumps. Those 11 and 12 year olds are my secret paradise. No one knows. No one should know. It’s my secret; my utopia. I share with no one.

Candy sat crossed legged on a kitchen chair. Some day she’ll be a real knock out I knew. Looking at her now and thinking a few years ahead, I could envision a drop-dead gorgeous teenager, making boys drool as she walked down the school hallways. Would I have to buy a shotgun? I hoped not. She was just at the precipice of development but she didn’t seem too inhibited about her growing body. I didn’t know if she thought about growing up, or boys, or menstruation, or hormones, or even sex, or anything else connected to adulthood. I didn’t know if Lace had even talked to her about such things. I know I hadn’t.

Candy caught me staring at her while I was thinking. “Whatcha looking at daddy?” I awoke from my thoughts. “Nothing, baby. Just thinking that you’re going to very pretty when you grow up, that’s all.”

Candy turned a little red. Her look was questioning. Again she giggled. “Daddy, you’re embarrassing me.”

I knew I had but it was unintentional. “I know baby. Sorry. But don’t be embarrassed about growing up, okay?” I’m so awkward talking about such things. I never know what to say. It was time to change the subject. ”Did Marcia’s mom pick her up?” I asked. “It’s kinda late for her to be walking home alone.”

“Yep. We sat around and chatted a little then they left. I like Mrs. Walters. She’s nice.”

“Yeah, and she’s got a nice ass too,” I blurted out, offhand, more thinking to myself but talking out loud. I surely didn’t know where it came from. Both Lace and Candy gave me a stunned look. As soon as I said it I knew it was a mistake. The conversation came to a grinding halt. It seemed like an eternity; it was probably a few seconds. Lace and Candy were still looking at me, not believing what I just said. “Ooops. Sorry,” I apologized. “It’s the liquor talking. It was a slip.”

“I guess it was,” Lace replied, sarcastically. Looking at her I could tell she was shocked. She glanced at Candy, embarrassed for us both. But interestingly, I could also tell she wasn’t really angry. In our 12 years together I don’t think I had never made a comment about another woman. I could see why both my wife and daughter would be a little shaken. I felt small with the two of them staring at me. I wanted to make a hasty retreat. It was time to exit stage left. “Well, now that I’m in severe doggy-doo can I go up to bed?”

Lace looked at me again. She shook her head in disbelief. “I think it’s time we all hit the sack,” she suggested. Then Lace said something extraordinary. She smiled at Candy and chuckled. “Men, eh? Imagine your dad checking out Brenda’s butt! He’s naughty!” The girls both started laughing.

“Enough, already!” I got up and went over and gave Candy a kiss on the cheek and a hug goodnight. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

She whispered in my ear, giggling softly. “’Night, daddy, and thanks for saying I’m pretty.”

Well, you are, damnit, I thought to myself. Too pretty. My cock jumped. What was that? I thought. “You’re welcome kitten. Don’t grow up too fast okay?” Candy giggled again.

I was lying in bed, waiting for Lace to finish in the bathroom. I wanted to apologize again for commenting on Brenda Walters’ ass. Lace normally wears panties and a night shirt for sleeping. Tonight she crawled in without the night shirt. She was quiet. I rolled onto my side, facing her. “Sorry, again, Lace. It was just one of those things you say and immediately regret it.”

“Regret what?” She had already forgotten?

“Ah …you know, my comment about Brenda’s butt.”

“Oh, that. It’s okay. I was just a little stunned because you said it in front of Candy. I really don’t care if you like Brenda’s ass. It’s only natural. Besides she does have a nice ass. I think so too.”

I was relieved that I was forgiven. I’m such a wuss when it comes to what I feel like in front of Lace. “I know. I’m glad I’m forgiven.” I looked at her bare breast. Her lamp was still on. I reached over and started circling her left nipple with my finger. “How come no night shirt tonight?”

She looked down and watched my finger. “I don’t know. I just didn’t feel like it. It’s so warm outside.” Her nipple was getting harder as I stroked it. The nub was growing rapidly.

Lace looked up at me. She was quiet for a second, enjoying my caress. “Do you like my tits?” she asked quietly. It was a question from nowhere. Now it was my turn to be surprised. I had never heard her say the word “tits” before. She normally called them “boobs” or “breasts.” My prick awakened, ever so slightly. I reach down and gave it a little adjustment through my shorts.

“They’re gorgeous. I’ve always loved them, babe.”

“I’ve always thought they were kinda small. Sometimes I wished they were a little bigger, like Brenda’s. Most men like big tits.” I had heard this story before, many times.

“Not all men. I like small ….. tits.” There. Now I had said it too. This was something new. “I’ve …. I’ve never heard you say the word ‘tits’ before,” I told her. “You’re going to get me all horny talking about them.”

Lace was silent. Her nipple was now fully extended. It felt rubbery. I liked it when she called her breasts “tits.” I wondered if I continued on with this conversation what other sexy words she might use. “What do you call this?” I chuckled quietly, still massaging the rubbery swelling between my fingers. It was about an inch long now. Very erotic. My prick continued to grow.

“It’s my nipple, you dope,” she giggled.

I took my hand away for a second.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “It feels good.”

I was glad she was enjoying my caress. “Yeah? For me too,” I admitted. “I love your nipples. They’re so rosy and rubbery feeling.”

Again she was quiet for a second, continuing to enjoy my little massage.

I had to keep talking. I was enjoying this. “You know what I really like, babe? I like it when you don’t wear a bra and your nipples press against your top. It looks as sexy as hell,” I told her.

She giggled again. “Maybe I should go braless more often, eh? Maybe if I massaged my nipples before I put on a shirt my tits would really stick out.”

I wondered. “Yeah, that would be sexy. If you did it in public you’d really turn heads, that’s for sure.” I was quiet for a minute, still caressing. I looked into her eyes again, then back down to my fingers. “You know what, baby? I want to suck your tit.”

“Why?” she teased.

“Because I’m horny,” I admitted.

“Mmmmm, horny, eh? You’re naughty! Okay. Suck and lick my nipple for me. Play with the other one too.” I could feel the heat in my loins. My prick was at full attention now. My mouth went to her nipple. I licked it and drew the hard, supple nub into my mouth. I sucked, seeking non-existent milk.

Lace started cooing. “Mmmm, that feels good. I really like it when you suck and lick my tits.”

This was fun. I was enjoying myself. “You’ve never told me before. We hardly ever talk when we’re having sex. I like talking. It’s sexy.” I gradually moved my hand further down, to her navel, as I continued to suck and tongue the little rosy bead. My finger traced inside her navel, around and around.

I let go of her nipple with my mouth. I kissed her and looked down at my finger, now tracing her navel. “What’s this called?”

Lace smiled. “What’s this, 20 Questions?”

“Maybe. You want to play?”

“Maybe. It’s my belly button.” She giggled again. “You’re tickling me.”

My hand crept further down, lingeringly tracing the inside of her thigh. Her legs parted slightly. Her breathing increased ever so gently. I slowly ran my finger up to her panty covered pussy. I applied a little pressure. Her legs spread a little more. Her head went back a little; her hips arched slightly. The supple folds of her cunt felt very soft through her panties. I tracked my finger up and down the slit, up and down, very slowly, very deliberately.

“What’s this beautiful soft thing called?” I whispered, kissing her again.

“What do you want me to call it?” she asked, seductively.

I knew what I wanted her to say. Would she? “Call it your cunt.” My voice was quiet, but deeper.

“Jim, you’re naughty,” she said, quietly. Lace moved her hand to my cock. She stroked it lightly through my briefs.

Her breathing was increasing again. “It’s my fucking cunt,” she whispered in my ear, again giggling quietly.

I had never heard her say words like this before. I whispered to her gently. “I’ve never heard you say ‘fuck’ before. I like it when you talk dirty. It makes me hard.”

She reached inside by briefs. “I see that,” she whispered. “Your cock feels fucking wonderful.” She was getting into this. She brought the elastic of my underwear down, exposing my now rock hard cock. She gradually traced her fingers up and down the now raging shaft. She ran her fingernail over my piss hole and gently caressed my bulging purple head. “I love your cock. It’s so hard.” Her hand went down to the base. She cupped my balls and squeezed gently. “Have you got lots of cum in your balls, baby? You wanna put your fucking cock in my cunt and shoot cum up my pussy? Is that what you want?” This was unreal. She never talked like this before.

God I was hard; harder than I had been in years. The sound of her voice talking to me like this was like nothing I had ever heard before. “Take off your panties,” I told her.

Again she teased. “Why, baby? What do you want to do? Tell me what you want to do, baby.”

“I want to look at them.” I looked at her and she smiled, seductively. She raised her ass off the bed and removed her panties. She didn’t give them to me. She turned them inside out. They were very silky. She slowly brought them to my nose. “Do you like my scent?” she asked. She was horny now too. I could tell.

I smelled her panties. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I love the smell of your cunt.”

She took the panties away from my nose. Her voice was husky now. “I’ve had these fucking panties on all day, baby. They’ve got pee stains on them. Do you like my pee stains?” She showed me the inside of the crotch. “Nice and yellow, eh, baby?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I whispered, breathless. I ran my finger over the silky material, through the yellow stains. She was now up on her elbow looking directly into my eyes. She had a devil look in her eyes. “You want to taste them, don’t you, you horny bastard? You want to run your tongue over my dirty yellow stained fucking panties, don’t you? I can tell. You’re soooo fucking hard.” My hand went down to my cock. I started jacking. “You can hardly wait to slurp your tongue over them, eh Jim? You can hardly wait to put them in your mouth. I want you to taste me. Taste my pee. Taste my cunt on my panties.” Again she brought them to my nose.

I inhaled the delicate material again. The aroma was musky, exhilarating. I licked the front, tasting. “Your fucking panties taste fucking awesome. I want to taste the real thing.”

She was in control now. “Not yet. I like watching you lick where my cunt has been all day while you jack-off. Keep licking them. Keep jacking your cock, baby. I like watching you jack-off. It makes me horny.” She watched wide eyed as I licked. “Put them in your mouth, baby. Suck them. I want to watch you suck my fucking panties. This is sooo sexy watching you suck where my cunt has been all day. Fuck. You like the taste, babe? You like the taste of my pee stains?”

This was too good to be true. I knew I would cum soon. “You smell and taste so good. I want to fuck you.”

“No. I want to jack your hard cock with my panties.” Her voice was sultry and erotic. Her breathing was rapid. This was unreal. My wife of 12 years was using words I had never heard her use before. She was really into this. She was getting off watching me lick and suck the pee stains on the inside of her underwear. I wanted her cunt. I wanted to taste the real thing. I wanted to run my tongue up and down that velvety flesh, those soft protruding folds of her gorgeous pussy. I wanted her legs spread. I wanted her spread wide. I wanted my tongue at the precipice of her love canal.

“Take off your shorts. Let’s get on top of the bed.” We both scrambled on top of the covers. Lace grasped my cock with her panties. She gently stroked the silky material over it, gradually increasing the pressure and speed. She looked directly into my eyes again. “Do you like the feel of my silky panties on your cock?” She was pumping her hand faster and faster.

“You know it. I’m going to cum soon, baby. Do it slowly.”

“Cum on my panties, Jim. Think about me wearing them all day. Think about my dirty panties while I jack your fucking hard cock. Think about my fucking ass and how my panties run up my crack when I walk. Think about how I put them on after peeing. Think about the little bit of piss on them. Taste the piss, Jim. Fuck I’m horny. Cum for me. Shoot your load in my panties, baby.” She bent down and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth.

I could feel cum begin to rise in my cock. “I’m going to shoot soon. Ah, fuck this feels good.” I bucked against her hand. Lace continued to pump. “Yeah, baby, shoot all over my panties. Let it go. I love jacking your fucking cock. It’s so fucking hard.”

I was almost there. I was almost yelling now. “Here it comes, here it comes. Fuck, here it comes baby.” I tensed. My hips rose off the bed. I exploded, shooting my sperm into the silky-smooth material. My balls kept pumping and pumping. I don’t think I had ever had such an intense orgasm. My balls were pumping and pumping my jizz into her dirty panties. “Ah, fuck, this is excellent. This is the best cum I’ve ever had. Ah, fuck.” My heart was racing. “Oh, god.” Finally the pumping ended. I was done. My climax ended.

Lace was quiet, giving me a chance to recover. Finally, “that was cool Jim,” she giggled. She examined her panties. “You sure filled my panties, baby.” Her other hand continued to gently run over my cock, slower now. She released me and brought the now soaked panties to her face. She dabbed her finger in my discharge.

She looked at me, smiling, looking back at her panties and continuing to play with the white sperm. Again she looked at me. Again she smiled, slyly. Finally she shocked me. “I wonder what cum tastes like,” she said.

No way, I thought. This was unreal. I never realized that she even had such thoughts. I was still horny. I wanted her to taste it. Would she or was she just teasing me? But now was the time; the ultimate test.

“Yeah, taste it, baby,” I cooed. “I want you to. It’s so fucking naughty. Taste my cum. Put a little on your finger. Taste it. Yeah, do it, baby.”

Again she smiled at me. Still looking into my eyes she scooped a little onto her finger and brought it to her lips. She smiled again. Then she did it. She sucked a little into her mouth. There was no reaction on her face. I couldn’t believe this. What a turn on. What was happening? Never had I expected this, not in a million years.

It was as if she was reading my mind. “Ummm, doesn’t taste bad at all. I thought it would be worse.” She licked her lips. She dabbed again; tasted again. “I kinda like it. It tastes salty.” She looked at me again. Finally she took a third dab, then brought her finger to my lips. “You taste, baby. Taste your own fucking cum for me,” she whispered. “I did it. Now it’s your turn. I want you to taste too.”

I was up for anything now. I couldn’t help it. This was fun. I opened my mouth. She placed a little cum on my tongue. I swallowed. She was right. It didn’t taste bad.

“It’s good, isn’t it, baby?”

Yeah, Lace, I don’t mind it at all. It’s kinda spunky.”

She turned on her side, facing me. Her voice was sultry; seductive. “Jim, would you suck a guy off for his cum? Would you give another guy a blow job. Would you let him shoot into your mouth, baby. I’d like to watch that, baby. I like to watch you suck off another guy.”

I had never contemplated a scenario like that in my life. Would I? “Only if you wanted me to baby and only if you were there to watch.”

Lace was making me crazy. “Oh man, that would be cool. Fuck, next time we have sex I’m going to drink your cum right out of your fucking cock, baby. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Come on, tell me. What would think if I gave you a fucking blow job and swallowed your load, baby?”

I couldn’t believe it. “You’d do that for me? That’d be fucking awesome.”

“Yeah, it would. I’d be your little cock sucking slut; your little cum drinker. You’d like that.”

This was surreal. She lay on her back again. She threw the cum soaked panties on the floor.

“This is fantastic sex. I love the kinky stuff,” she admitted.

“What did you like the best?” I asked.

She was quiet for a second. “The dirty words really turned me on. And I really liked it when you tasted my panties. Am I a pervert, Jim? When you licked my panties I got as horny as hell.”

“No you’re not a pervert. It’s fun. And I love hearing you say ‘cunt’ and ‘cock’. Say them again for me. Talk to me dirty, Lace. I like it.”

She thought a minute and turned to me again. She smiled. “You like it when I talk about your fucking hard cock, eh, Jim? I love your hard prick. I love it when you put it into my cunt hole. It feels soooo good. Do you like my cunt? Do you like fucking me, baby?”

“Yeah, and I love the way you trim your cunt. It has just the right amount of hair around it. It feels real good. Your pussy is so soft. I love the lips, the way they swell when they’re fondled. They’re sooo fucking soft and warm. I love it when you get wet and a little cunt juice comes out. I like licking the folds of the cunt lips. They taste sooo fucking good.”

She looked at me, doe-eyed now. “Jim, I really need to get off.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want to finger fuck myself while you watch. Get down there and watch me play with my cunt, okay? I want you to watch me masturbate.”

I needed to know more, more, more. “Do you jerk off a lot, baby? Do you play with your cunt during the day? Do you stick your fingers in? Massage your clit? What do you think about when you play with your pussy, baby?”

Lace raised her knees and spread them. “I …. I can’t tell you, Jim. You’ll get mad.”

Ah, now her secrets. I needed to know. I got up and went to the bottom of the bed. She gradually started playing with her pussy. Her cunt was very wet. Her finger went up and down between the folds. Gradually she inserted the finger. Her other hand went to her clit.

I had to give her encouragement; release. “No, baby, I’ll never get mad. Come on. Tell me what turns you on. Tell me what you fantasize about while you fuck yourself, baby. Come on! I hope it’s really dirty,” I encouraged. I was way hot again!

“Do you like watching me finger fuck myself, Jim?” She was breathless. “Do you like it when I put my finger inside? I like masturbating for you, baby. Do you like me playing around with my clit?” She brought one finger to her mouth, sucked it and brought it back down. “Do you like it when I suck my own juice, baby. Oooohhh, it tastes soooo good. I love the taste of my own juice.” Lace began to jerk on her finger. She put a second finger into her pussy. “Fuck, Jim, taste my fingers while I fuck myself.” I put my tongue on her fingers. She brought them both out and let me suck on them. Finally, I put my tongue right on her cunt. “Eat, me, Jim! Taste me. Fuck me with your tongue.” She continued to massage her clit as she bucked on my tongue. Then she spread her cunt lips. She was wide open for me. I licked inside. I probed her canal with my tongue. I put my whole mouth over the wet cavity. I sucked. Finally she could stand it no longer. “Oh, Jim, I’m cumming. I’m cumming on your tongue. Taste my cum, baby, taste my fucking cum.” She thrust one last time. I could taste her discharge. Her head was back, her hips were arched. “Oh fuck! It’s Brenda, baby. That’s my secret. I want to fuck Brenda. I want to eat her cunt. Oh, god I want to taste her pussy!”

This was too much. My wife of 12 years telling me she wanted to make it with another woman. Lace was on a massive high, her juices flowing on my tongue and admitting she wanted to make it with our neighbor, Marcia’s mom. I needed to encourage her. “Yeah, baby, make believe I’m Brenda eating your fucking pussy.” I continued to slurp; to taste her; to love her and her beautiful pussy.

She gradually came down from her orgasm, her face still contorted. Her hips lowered to the bed. She was quiet. “What a fantastic cum,” she purred, as her breathing returned to normal. I could feel her rapid heart beat. We held each other for a few minutes. “Man! That was the best sex ever. I love you, Jim. What a high!” We rested in silence. I continued to slowly play around in her cunt folds. She was massaging my now limp cock. She was quiet awhile, her eyes closed.

She looked at me. “You’re …you’re not mad at me baby?”

I smiled at her. “Brenda has a real nice ass, baby. I told you. I’d love to watch you eat it, Lace.”

“God, you’re wonderful Jim.” She thought for a second. “How about Brenda’s tits, baby? Do you like her tits?”

I thought a moment, enjoying the conversation. I had to be careful but I wanted to be honest. “Not really, baby. They’re too big. I told you, I like your 34’s …… and smaller,” I added. I was a little apprehensive now. I had secrets. Was I going to admit them now after 12 years? Should I be careful? Will she get angry?

Lace looked at me, smiling. She was interested. “Smaller, eh? How small?”

This sex conversation had to continue. I had to commit to it. I couldn’t let it go now. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t hold back. “I … I don’t know. Real … real tiny.”

She rose up on her elbow and turned to me. She looked at me, fascinated. She was again silent for a second. She smiled. “Like little girl tits? Like just little developing bumps? That tiny?”

My god! My secret! Would she think I was a pervert? Would she be disgusted? Would she be incensed? Shocked? Not talk to me anymore? It was my darkest, deepest secret. Should I come out? I had to. Now was the time. This sexy night had to continue. There was no holding back now.

“Yeah, like that,” I admitted quietly. I turned and looked into her eyes. I didn’t detect shock or anger. She just looked at me, still fascinated. She was quiet for a few seconds, trying to read my mind. Finally she smiled. “You’d like to fuck a little girl, wouldn’t you Jim? It’s okay, baby. I never knew.” She reached over and began to caress my nipple. “You’d like to caress a little tit like this, wouldn’t you?” She bent down and kissed my nipple. “You’d like to kiss and suck a very tiny tit and run your tongue over the rosy nub. How old would she be, Jim? Come on, I won’t be mad. Tell me.” She was excited again.

Now it was out in the open; after all this time. What would she think? Oh god, I had to tell her. “Eleven; twelve, maybe. I know you think I’m perverted but I can’t help it.”

She smiled, thinking. Her mind was working overtime. Then it was like a light bulb went on. “I know!” she exclaimed. “Someone like Marcia! You like Marcia’s little body, don’t you? I bet you’d like to fuck that little girl. She’s sooo cute. You’d love to stick your cock into that tight little fucking pussy. Yeah, she’s ripe and probably a cherry. You’d like to fuck that little virgin.”

I gulped, unintentionally, blown away. How did she know? I was getting hard again. Her hand again ran down to my cock. “Your cock is getting harder again, Jim. I know now. You’d love to play with that little 12 year old. You’d love to run your hands all over that little supple body. You’d love to feel her little tits and run your finger through her little slit, eh, baby? I’ll be she’s even got a little hair around that little pussy,” she smirked. Lace was unreal.

“Yeah, I would. I admit it. Fuck. Why are you doing this to me, Lace?”

“Because I love you. You know what? I want to help you fuck that little 12 year old.” Lace was excited. “Can I, baby? You know, I like her too. She’s pretty. Maybe I’d fuck her too. I’d play with her little tits and cunt too. I’d like to run my tongue over that little pussy. That would be fun. Maybe I’d do her first, then her mom.” She started giggling.

I looked at her, shocked. “You mean it? Are pulling my leg or are you serious? Fuck, Lace, quit it. It’s my darkest secret. You’re screwing with me.”

“No I’m not. It’s true. I’m going to help you fuck Marcia. And I’m going to fuck her too. This will be fucking dangerous. But it’ll be exciting too to see how far she wants to go. Let’s try, baby. Let’s see if we can see her fucking developing tits and cunt. This is going to be fucking cool. I feel like being a little perverted. If she tells Brenda we’ll be toast, but I want to try anyway. Fuck, I’m getting horny again.” She kissed me again. Then she went down, kissing my tits, navel and stomach until she arrived at to my semi-flaccid cock. She put it in her mouth. She started sucking.

“Lace. It’s too soon. I won’t be able to get it up.”

“I know. It’s okay, Jim.” She came back up and kissed me. “Tell me what you think about Marcia. Come on, Jim, tell me. I want to know.”

I started telling her. I first met Marcia Walters a few months ago, just after school started. Candy had brought her new friend home two days into the school year. My very first though was “why are these two friends?” Candy is 11 with no signs yet of development or puberty. She’s in the 6th grade. She’s mature for her age but nothing at all like Marcia. Marcia is in the 7th grade. She’s 12 and she is decidedly more grown up. She walks mature, she talks mature and she holds herself to a higher standard. She is a little demure. “Coquettish” is the right word. When she talks she turns her eyes downcast, thinking carefully, never thoughtless. She is quiet and introspective. Candy, on the other hand, is average; running, playing, full of enthusiasm. She is a treat in her own way but not as quiet and reflective as Marcia. In spite of this, over the past several months they had become very good friends, almost inseparable.

I was uncomfortable the first day I met Marcia. I know now it was because of her beauty. The first day I met her she was wearing white pants and a white tee top with pink flowers on it. Her shoes were black, and sensible. Her hair was very dark brown, almost black, cut page-boy style. It was highlighted by blonde streaks. It was cut and colored very grown-up for someone her age. Her skin was darker, maybe tanned from the summer. Her freckles were pronounced on her nose, lesser so on her cheeks. They gave her a look of innocence. Her eyes were brown, her eyelashes long and striking; her eyebrows bold and seductive. She was perfect in stature, not too thin and not overweight. Marcia was delicate but not breakable. She couldn’t weigh more than 90 pounds; she stood no more than 4 feet 10 inches. She carried herself with grace.

I estimated Marcia had reached that all consuming age of puberty. Her tits were developing nicely. They were not large, the size of tiny pears. They were perfect for her frame. Every time I saw her she was wearing a bra, or so I thought. Through the silkier materials of her tee tops and shirts I could make out the outline of her little training bras. She was gorgeous. And for 12 years old, she was very, very sexy. I didn’t think anyone else in our family noticed. I was wrong. Obviously Lace thought so too.

Over the next several weeks I had countless opportunities to study this wonderful adolescent. Her legs were shapely, not little girl legs. The shorts she sometimes wore were modest, her tee shirts long, not trendy. Her most seductive clothes were her skirts. They were short, in style for twelve year olds. She wore them infrequently but when she did she was intoxicating. I longed each time she came over hoping she would wear a skirt. More often than not I was disappointed. When she walked by her scent was exotic. It was a natural aroma, not applied by perfumes or soaps. I was smitten. She was my secret, at least up to now.

I turned to Lace. “I’m …… I’m sorry Lace. I guess you would have found out eventually.”

“I love you, Jim.” It was a simple statement made without a need for explanation.

“I love you too Lace, but some things I just can’t help. I’m with you. Whatever we do, we do it together. From now on, if there are consequences they’ll be ours to share. Your danger will be my danger. Your excitement will be my excitement. I will never question your sexual preferences as long as no one gets hurt and as long as you still love me.”

She replied quietly. “Thanks. Let’s have some fun together. Let’s do exciting things. Let’s even do some dangerous things. Let’s be free. I’m going to sleep now. Thanks for the great night.”

I kissed her goodnight. She turned off the lamp, turned on her side. In a very few minutes I was serenaded by the rhythm of her breathing as she passed into sleep. A thousand things were going through my mind. Was Lace serious? How sexual was Marcia? What did she know? Did she masturbate? Was it more than that? Probably not, since she was only 12. Where would this lead? What we were contemplating was very dangerous. We were playing with fire. Brenda and her husband were not real good friends but they were nice people. Would rumors spread? There were so many hazards but it was soooo exciting. I was ready. It was time. I slept fretfully.

The next morning I left for work a little late. Lace still slept. I kissed her in her sleep. I whispered, “I love you.”

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“Jim, Candy’s on line 3.” It was Diane, my assistant, on the intercom.

“Thanks, Diane.”

I always like talking to Candy on the phone. She was always so enthusiastic about everything. “Hi, doll, what’s up?”

“Hi daddy. Mom, me and Marce are going over to the mall after school so we probably won’t be home until about six. Mom wanted me to warn you.”

“The mall, again? Geeze. Don’t spend too much, okay? I’m not making supper, ya know”. Bring something back with you. Is Marce staying for supper?” I could only hope.

Candy started giggling a little. “Nope. Her mom is picking her up.” Candy’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You’ll be able to see her ass again!” Did I hear right? Did she use the word “ass”? I was shocked. This from my little girl!

“Candy! That was a mistake last night and I apologized for it. Give me a break. You shouldn’t be using words like that. You’re only 11”, I scolded.

“It’s okay daddy. I thought it was funny what you said last night. Actually when you first said it I thought you were talking about Marce’s ass, not her mom’s. You’re bad, daddy!” she giggled again.

There was no scolding this little creature. It’s all her mom’s fault. “Candy, please, we’ll talk about this later. I’ve got to go.”

“Okay, see you later. Bye”.

Geeze, kids! Eleven years old and talking about her friend’s ass like that. I wondered if they talked like that in school. Teachers must have a real fun time. Well, at least she was enthusiastic.

I got home at about 6 pm and the girls were already back. “Hi, guys.” I kissed Lace and gave Candy a hug. I stuck out my hand to Marcia. “Nice to see you again, Miss Walters,” I teased. She shook my hand. Her hand was so delicate.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Peters,” she giggled. She didn’t take her hand away. Was she flirting with me? Okay, two can play this game. I raised her hand and bent down and kissed it, European style. I looked directly into her eyes.

“No, my dear, the pleasure is definitely all mine,” I replied. She turned beet red. I had won!

I turned to Lace. She was chuckling at my hand kiss. “So, what did you all buy?” I asked.

“Well, we bought some clothes for Candy. And Marcia bought a new skirt. But … ah, I think Brenda is going to make her take it back. It’s ah, … ah a little short.” All three girls started giggling.

Marcia was right on it. “No she won’t. I’ve bought short skirts before. Maybe some of them are even shorter than this one.” She glanced at me again and smiled. Her eyes fell, as usual. I wished she wouldn’t do that. It was very seductive, very sexy. Was she bragging? Was she hinting? Was she flirting with me? Not very likely, I thought; just my imagination.

She looked up at me again. “Would you like to see the skirt, Mr. Peters,” she asked, too formally.

“Sure. I’d be honored.” I chuckled.

She took the skirt out of the bag. It was really quite cute. It was pink, with little pleats. It was full, but very short. “Ah … very nice, Marcia, but also very short,” I told her.

She smiled. “Well then, do you want me to try it on so you can see if it’s short enough, Mr. Peters?” What a little flirt! I’d die to see her in the skirt but I wasn’t going to tell her that. Not now. Candy and Lace were still giggling.

“I’ll see it some other time,” I chuckled. “A special occasion, perhaps. I like short skirts though.” I winked at her. Two can play the flirting game. Marcia’s face showed disappointment. I think she really wanted to model it.

I turned to Candy. I had to change to subject or I thought I’d get a hard on. “What did you buy, kiddo?”

“Just some underwear and a tee,” she replied with her little girl enthusiasm. “Wanna see?”

“Okay.”

She opened her bag and showed me three pairs of panties, all different colors; all silky. Then she pulled out a tee. It was very short. It wouldn’t cover her navel and would probably be an inch or two above it. It had spaghetti straps. Too revealing, I thought. “You like, daddy?”

I did like. “I guess but geeze, Lace, the tee is kinda short.”

Lace came to Candy’s defense. “Candy has a mind of her own. But it will be okay. She’ll grow out of it soon. Don’t worry about her so much.” There it was again. Lace wanted Candy to grow up to fast; short skirts, short tees. All that skin. Just then Brenda showed up for Marcia. We exchanged greetings with her and a few minutes of pleasantries. They had to go. Marcia headed out the door after her mom. She looked back at us and wiggled her little ass. Candy and Lace both laughed. What’s that all about, I wondered? Candy took her new stuff up to her room. Lace and I started to warm up the food she had bought for supper. I was behind her reaching for a ladle. She backed into me. She reached around her back and grabbed by prick.

“Nice, cock”, she whispered and started laughing. “It’s a little hard. Was it Marcia’s little show? Or did Brenda’s ass give you this stiffy?” She giggled.

Her hand felt really good but I didn’t think this was the time or place. “Fuck, Lace, you’re going to get me horny if you start talking dirty again. And Candy will be right back down.”

“Oh, you don’t want your little girl to see you have a hard-on, eh?” Lace giggled. Lace turned and looked at me. She smiled. “I dare you to do something.”

“What now?”

“I want you to use the word ‘tits’ sometime in front of Candy. You said ass last night and she thought it was funny. I want to see what her reaction is when you say ‘tits’. The girls probably say it at school all the time anyway but I want to see what her reaction is when her father says it.”

“Whose tits should I talk about?” I asked, laughing.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s just the word I want to hear.” She was serious.

Candy came back down for supper. We were sitting at the table eating. I looked at Candy. “What’s the deal with Marcia wiggling her ass when she left?” I asked, using the word intentionally.

Candy didn’t seem surprised at all that I used the word “ass” for a second time. “I told her what you said about her mom and she laughed, so she probably wanted to put on her own little show. So what do you think? Does Marce have a nice little ass too daddy?” She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.

Only if she knew what I really thought. Okay, if we’re going to be starting to use adult words here then I refuse to be shocked. I’ll talk to the kid the way I would talk to her mom and see who gets embarrassed first. I didn’t change my expression.

“Yeah, her little ass is pretty,” I replied, trying to be serious as possible. “Someday she’ll be a real head turner. She has a nice figure already.”

Candy looked at her mom. Lace was non-committal. She wasn’t going to let on that she was surprised or shocked about the conversation. It was just “normal” conversation at dinner.

“Most of her figure is her bra,” Candy stated, matter of fact.

Now was my chance. “Well, I don’t know. I think her tits are getting bigger.” I smiled to myself. That’ll shut her up! I glanced at Lace. She smiled at me.

Candy looked at me and then her mom. Her eyes widened slightly. She was silent for a minute. I think she was waiting for a reaction from her mom. Again, there was none. I was surprised at Candy’s reaction, or more accurately, lack of it. She turned to her mom. “Mom, do you think Marce has nice tits too?”

Lace looked at me. Our little 11 year old called my bluff. Well, so much for embarrassment. “Candy, I don’t know”, Lace said seriously. “I’ve never seen them. They’re a nice size but it really depends what her nipples are like. People really like nipples Have you ever seen them?”

Candy looked perplexed. I was more perplexed. It was like a game. A game she wanted to play but was unsure. She looked at Lace and then at me. I thought we had her. She was thinking. Finally she answered. “Yeah, at school I saw them. We take different PE classes so I’ve never seen her in the shower. But one day after her shower she didn’t put on her bra and she was wearing a loose shirt. She had a couple of buttons undone. I looked at her down her shirt and could see her tits. They were real neat. Her nipples are pretty big. They’re kinda puffy and kinda brownie color.”

I couldn’t help it. My cock was stirring. I had to take this a little further now. The conversation was getting unreal. I liked it. Okay, how far could I go? “You’re lucky Candy.”

Lace joined in. “Yeah, you are lucky, baby. I’d like to see Marcia’s tits too. I like the part about the puffy, brown nipples.”

Still there was no stunned reaction from Candy. She had a big time serious expression on her face. She was thinking again. “You guys want to see Marce’s tits! Well, if you want I’ll ask her over tonight. I never did get to see her wearing the mini-skirt she bought. I’ll tell her I’d like to see her in it. Maybe we can get her to show us her tits.” Unbelievable! This from an 11 year old? My cock was really stirring now. Was Candy was getting into this too?

I looked directly at her, serious. “That’d be cool.”

Lace was pondering this whole thing. “Maybe you could show us the new tee you bought today too.” She glanced at me for a reaction. I smiled. She smiled back. “It would probably make Marcia feel more comfortable. It could be a mini fashion show,” Lace giggled, nervously.

Candy regained her enthusiasm. “That’s a great idea, mom. I’ll go call her now. We’ll have a fashion show!” Candy got up from the table and ran for the phone.

Lace and I looked at each other. She winked at me. I thought immediately of last night. Finally Lace said, “I want to be part of the show too.”

“Fine with me. What are you modeling?”

“Don’t know yet.” I was full of anticipation. My erection wouldn’t go down. Fuck!

Candy ran back into the kitchen. “She’s coming. She’ll be here at about 8:30. I’m going to somehow get her to show us her tits.” Candy was on a mission. I could hardly wait.

Marcia arrived about 8:30. She was wearing shorts and a tee. She was carrying the plastic shopping bag from this afternoon. She was exotic; always thoughtful; always demure. Candy had already changed to the tee that she bought. She was also wearing shorts. They went into the living room and sat on the sofa, ready for the show to begin. Both were very pretty little girls.

Lace came into the room. She was wearing one of my really long dress shirts. It came down to mid thigh. The hem was curved as dress shirts often are. Two buttons were undone. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra but being a 34 it really didn’t matter. Her nipples were hard. I’d bet she had massaged them just for tonight. Her hair was slightly tousled, her feet bare. She looked as sexy as hell.

Lace greeted Marcia. “Hi Marce!”

Marcia looked up at Lace. I saw the look of “WoW” on her face as she let her eyes roam over Lace. “You look awesome, Mrs. Peters.”

“Thanks. You look good too. I thought I’d just wear something comfortable. Did you bring the skirt?” Marcia dug in her bag and retrieved the pink skirt. “See, isn’t it cute!”

“Yeah, it is.” Lace held it up. “Are you sure you can wear it? It is awfully short.”

Marcia spoke quietly, reflecting. “I don’t mind. I like short skirts. They’re sexy.” She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes fell, shyly. What did a 12 year old know about “sexy” I wondered. Maybe I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should have to Candy. What did these little girls know about sex? How much did they know?

“You’ll have to be careful. People will see your panties,” Lace giggled.

Marcia revealed she was much more mature than I thought. “That’s okay. Lot’s of girls flash their panties. I see them all the time when they sit down. What’s the use of having nice underwear if you can’t show it off. The other day I was at the park and two girls were lying on the grass in skirts. You could see everything. They didn’t care. It was neat.”

Really, I thought. Where the hell was I? I had to know what else she thought was sexy. Should I ask? Why not? It was only us. “So, what else do you think is sexy, Marce, besides short skirts?”

She pondered for a minute. “I … I don’t know. I guess short tee shirts. And … and going braless. That’s sexy too.” She glanced at Lace. Lace was braless; everyone knew. Was it a suppressed compliment?

Lace smiled at her. “Do you ever, Marce? Go braless, that is,” she quietly asked this little Lolita.

“Well, sometimes,” Marcia admitted shyly.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Lace said, seriously. “When you go braless you should leave a couple of buttons undone. That’s really sexy,” Lace continued. Marcia’s eyes lowered, looking at her chest. “Yeah, I do that sometimes too but please don’t tell my mom, okay? She’d freak out.”

“Now, why the hell would we tell your mom if you wanted to look sexy,” I told her. “It’s natural to want to look good. Girls like people glancing down their shirts to try and see their tits. It makes them feel girly.” I wondered if the word “tits” would upset her.

Apparently not. “You sure know a lot about girls, Mr. Peters. I don’t think my dad or mom know about growing up like you do. It’s cool talking to you guys.” This was encouraging.

Marcia didn’t mind talking about panties, bras and dressing sexy. “Thanks, Marce. By the way, your secrets are safe here.” I wondered what else she brought. “What else is in the bag?” She pulled out a silky, button-down shirt. It was pale blue. It matched the pink skirt perfectly.

“Just a shirt. I just wanted to know if you guys liked it. Will it match the skirt?”

Lace held up the shirt too. “Yeah, I think they’ll match perfectly. You should try them on. We’ll be able to tell better.”

“Okay, where should I change?” Candy’s room was upstairs.

“Just go around the corner to the dining room,” I suggested. “No one will peek.”

Marcia giggled. “Okay.” She returned after a minute. The shirt was unbuttoned two buttons from the top. She looked gorgeous. You could just see the little rise in her chest through the fabric. I was sure she had removed her bra. At least I hoped so. Could I detect the little brown areola through the material? I wasn’t sure. The skirt was a little higher than mid thigh. It was no longer than a cheerleader’s skirt. She had bare feet.

“Marcia, do you mind but I just have to take a picture of this? Is that okay?” I asked.

“Sure”, she said. “What’s a fashion show without a camera?” She giggled. I took a few pictures. She posed nicely. She tilted her head, she smiled that beautiful smile. She sat on the sofa. She crossed her legs. She looked pensive. The girls were all giggling. She lay on the sofa. Her skirt rode up a little. She bent her leg and looked sexily into the camera. I took about 15 pictures. She was having a great time. We were too.

She got up from the sofa and took up a pose near Candy. I was about ready to take some shots of both girls when Lace stood up. “I want in the pictures too!” she pouted. I took several pictures of the three girls. It was a digital camera so I was able to show them right away. I could tell Lace was nervous. She had never done anything like this before, so I took my time. They all looked very sexy. I needed more.

Lace was is the middle. She put an arm around each of the girls’ waists. All were posing, having a great time. They were giggling and making comments about the pictures. “Oh, this one is good.” “What a sexy group.” “Oooh, Marce is showing too much leg.” Giggle, giggle.

Lace raised her arm that was around Marcia’s waist and put it over the girl’s shoulder. Her hand rested on the front of Marcia’s shirt. I took a few more pictures. I showed them to the girls again. More giggling.

I noticed Lace’s hand moving slightly. It looked as if her hand was resting on Marcia’s tit. I couldn’t be sure. Marcia said nothing. She looked up at Lace and smiled. I was still taking pictures. Lace’s hand went further down and surreptitiously unfastened the third button on Marcia’s shirt. She raised her hand slowly. She unabashedly cupped Marcia’s tit through the shirt and squeezed gently, lingering. After a moment she raised her hand again to the little girl’s shoulder. Again, Marcia said nothing. She again looked up at Lace and smiled.

Candy wanted to watch. “Daddy, take some of just mom and Marcia.” She went and sat down on the sofa-chair, watching. She crossed her legs and rested her chin on her arm. I could tell Lace was getting hot. Her expression was seductive. Her hand went to Marcia’s chin. Marcia looked at her. “You’re beautiful Marcia. I just have this urge to kiss you. Can I?” Lace whispered.

Marcia just looked at her, smiling. “If you want to. I don’t mind.” There was no more giggling. The air was tense. Lace tipped Marcia’s head back slightly, bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips. It wasn’t long, but it was very erotic.

“You’re very, very pretty Marcia,” Lace said huskily. Lace was no longer timid. She again lowered her hand to Marcia’s shirt and began fondling the little girl’s tiny tit. No pretense now. Then she kissed her again, longer this time. After the kiss Marcia’s eyes lowered, watching Lace’s hand. She had no expression at all. I took more pictures. Marcia looked at me, dreamily. She again looked up at Lace. Again she smiled. Lace calmly moved her hand inside Marcia’s shirt. Lace was now caressing Marcia’s partially exposed bare tit.

Again Lace whispered to Marcia. “I just had to feel your tit, Marce. It’s nice and firm. Your nipple feels really nice and puffy.”

Marcia again smiled at Lace. “Its okay, Mrs. Peters. It feels good when you touch it. I kinda like it. I like it when you kiss me too.”

I glanced at Candy for a reaction. She just sat in her chair, watching intently.

“Let’s go sit on the sofa,” Lace suggested. “I’m tired of standing.” They sat down, close together. Candy and I could both see their panties. I glanced at Candy again. Still no reaction. She was quietly watching, entranced. Lace had her arm around Marcia’s shoulder. She looked at me, seductively. Her hand went to the hem of the long shirt she was wearing. She raised the hem up her legs. Then she reached over and unfastened the remaining two buttons on Marcia’s shirt. Marcia watched Lace’s fingers. Her expression was now one of excitement. Her breathing increased.

Lace’s voice was husky and low. “Do you ever play with your little tits at home, Marce, by yourself? Do you sometimes run your fingers over the little nipples, just to play with them?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Marcia whispered, breathing a little more rapidly. “It feels good but not as good as when you do it.”

My cock was hard. I was going to need some relief soon or I’d cum in my shorts. This was too erotic.

Lace’s voice was seductive, husky. “Show us, Marce. Show us how you play with them at home.” Again Marcia gave Lace that wistful smile. Her hand went slowly inside her shirt. She started playing with her own little tit. Lace reached up and pushed the material of her shirt away. All eyes were watching Marcia as her fingers gently brushed over the nipple. Then Lace removed the other side of the shirt. Marcia’s tits were fully exposed. Candy was right. Her tits were forming perfectly, with brownish, puffy areola. Her nipples were getting hard but weren’t big enough to fully protrude.

“They’re beautiful,” Lace whispered. “You’re very sexy, Marcia. I love the way you play with your tits. It gets me hot.” Marcia looked down at her hand caressing her tit and smiled. Marcia looked at Lace. She licked her lips. Her voice was soft, seductive. “If you’re hot, why don’t you take off your shirt, Mrs. Peters?”

Lace smiled at her. She raised her ass off the sofa and released the shirt. Then slowly and deliberately she started to unbutton it. Her tits came into view. Her nipples were extremely hard, standing out nicely. Marcia looked at Lace’s tits.

She smiled. “Yours are really nice too, Mrs. Peters.” Lace took one of Marcia’s hands and placed it on her tit. She then took Marcia’s finger and began to caress the end of her nipple with it. All of us were watching Marcia’s finger trace over it. “It sooo hard and rubbery. It feels neat,” the little girl commented, with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.

Lace again reached for Marcia’s chin, tilted it up and kissed her while the little girl continued to fondle her puffy nipple. “I really like it when my tits are sucked, Marcia. Would you suck one for me? Run your tongue over the nipple.”

Marcia bent down and began to suck and lick Lace’s now rock hard nipple. “Ummmm, that feels good, Marce. You do that really nice, baby,” Lace cooed. Marcia’s hand went to Lace’s other tit. She started fondling it. While Marcia was bent over Lace removed the little girl’s pale blue blouse completely. Marcia was now nude from the waist up. She was incredibly hot looking.

It was captivating, watching this girl child suck and lick Lace’s extended nipple. Lace looked down at Marcia. “You know, we should get Candy involved in this fashion show. We did promise her. She turned to Candy. Why don’t you try on a pair of the new panties we bought, baby?

“Well, okay”, Candy replied, a little apprehensive. She rushed up to her room. While she was away Marcia came up for air and sat back, her little breasts fully exposed.

Lace wanted more. “I’ve just have to kiss one of yours too, Marce. They’re beautiful.” She bent down and took the small pear-shaped globe into her mouth and sucked. Marcia’s head went back on the sofa, her eyes closed.

In a few minutes Candy came down the stairs slowly, a little timid. She was wearing her new tee and a pair of pale blue silk panties. They were very thin. I could make out of the folds of her little slit through the fabric. Lace stopped sucking Marcia. Lace and Marcia looked at Candy. She was stunning. The way she walked down the stairs, slowly and determined, was turning me on. It was like a mini lingerie show. I whispered to myself, “absolutely magnificent.” I think Candy heard me.

“Oh doll, you’re beautiful”, I said. “Let me take your picture.”

“Okay”, she replied, still a little bashful. I took several shots of her, on the stairs and in the living room. She took up very sexy poses. I was excited beyond belief. I was even bold enough to get close-ups, framing her just so I could enhance the see-through portion of the crotch of the silky panties.

“God, you’re beautiful, Candy” Lace whispered, seductively.

“You too, mom”, Candy said shyly.

I needed to see Candy’s ass in those sexy panties. “Candy, turn around slowly so I can see all of you.” Candy made a slow 360 degree turn. For the first time I saw her little ass through the thin material. I took more pictures. Her ass was perfect. The pictures would be erotic.

“What a beautiful little butt,” I whispered.

Candy beamed. “Really? Thanks, daddy.”

“I just have to feel, baby.” I went over and knelt down behind her. Her ass was beautiful, fully exposed through the silky-smooth see-through material. I started to caress the fabric, gently and slowly. My hands went to her waist and I turned her. Her tiny slit was directly in front of me.

Candy looked at her mom. As I caressed and without encouragement or forewarning she removed her little tee also. I looked up. She had the tiniest little bumps for tits. Her nipples were just starting to enlarge. They were very pink. After she put her new tee aside she ran her hand over her nipples. Her hand then went down and she smoothed the silky fabric of her new sexy underwear, not two inches from my face. I moved back and took more pictures as she was fondling her little tits. I couldn’t help it anymore.

I was excited and hard. “Put your hand inside your panties, baby.” Her hand traced inside the silky material. I waited. Finally I could see her finger running up and down her slit. She was smiling at the camera, very sexily. I took more pictures.

Marcia rose from the sofa and slowly unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor. Her panties were also silky and all white. She walked over to Candy.

She looked right into Candy’s eyes. “Kiss me.” It was a very simple request. The two little girls first hugged, both now in just panties. Then they kissed, lips to lips. Their tongues encircled with one another. It was soooo hot. It was obvious each had kissed before but perhaps not each other. So young; so erotic.

The kiss broke. “I’ve …I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Marcia confessed to Candy, quietly. “And it’s so wicked doing it in front of your mom and dad. I like kissing you.” Her head went forward again. She kissed Candy a second time. Again, a French kiss.

I glanced at Lace. She was poised, slowly drawing her finger over her cunt lips through her own panties, dreamily watching the two little girls. The girls didn’t notice. The second kiss broke. Candy looked down at Marcia’s body. Her hands went to Marcia’s breasts, her thumbs running over the puffy nipples. Candy seemed so mature now. So sexy. Marcia’s hand went to Candy’s chin. She raised Candy’s head. “I want to feel your cunt,” she whispered. Candy said nothing. Marcia’s hand slowly traced over Candy’s flat chest then lowered to the little girl’s panties. She gently snaked her hand under the elastic. Her fingers reached their goal. She began to slowly run her fingers over the tiny little girl slit, all the time looking into Candy’s eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Ever since I met you I’ve wanted to feel your cunt.”

Candy just smiled at her. She didn’t know what to do or say. This was something new, something that made her feel good. “It feels good,” Candy admitted quietly. “I like it when you play with me. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“I know. It’s fun, isn’t it? We’ll do it again sometime soon. But it’s getting late. I should call my mom. It’s almost 10.”

I wanted this night to last forever but I was also a realist. I knew there would be other nights. It was almost a relief that Marcia had to go. I needed release. I was as horny as I ever had been in my life. Marcia picked up her skirt and padded through the living room wearing only the unbuttoned shirt and her underwear. She went to the kitchen. She called home. “Mom, we’re finished playing here. Can you pick me up?” Silence. “Okay, see you in five minutes.”

When Marcia came back she was wearing her new mini-skirt. “I had a real good time tonight, she said to no one in particular. Thanks for having me over. Her eyes again were downcast.” Lace looked up at her dreamily. “We’d like to have another fashion show sometime soon, Marce. We had a good time too. You’re very, very sexy.”

She smiled at Lace. “I’d like that too. This was fun tonight.” Marcia sat down and started to button her shirt. Lace got up from the sofa. “Candy, we’ve got to go upstairs before Brenda arrives. ‘Night Marcia. See you soon.” Candy went over to Marcia and gave her another kiss goodnight. “We’ll talk real soon. See you tomorrow.”

Lace and Candy gathered up their clothes, went upstairs, both in just panties. I marveled at how beautiful they both were.

Brenda was at the door. Marcia was beside me when I opened it. Her shirt was opened at the top. I had a raging hard on. I secretly hoped that Brenda saw it.

“Hi, Jim. Thanks for having her tonight.” She looked at her daughter. She smiled. “I see the fashion show went well. Hope you guys had fun.”

“Oh, we did”, I replied.

“Yeah, we sure did,” Marcia attested. Brenda gave us both a peculiar look, as if knowing something was not quite right. She looked at me, trying to read my eyes. She looked down. Did she spot my hard-on? Then she looked at Marcia, trying to speculate what happened. She smiled, as if she knew. She looked at the shirt Marcia was wearing with the open buttons, admiring her daughter, as if for the very first time.

“Yeah, it looks as thought the fashion show was really a hit.” She smiled again, and they left. I watched them drive away. I knew then that I wanted to fuck that 12 year old girl more than ever. Maybe next time. I went upstairs. Lace was already in bed, eyes closed. I checked in on Candy. She was awake lying on her bed. She hadn’t changed into her nightshirt. She was staring at the ceiling.

“You okay, kitten?”

“Yeah, I am. That was fun tonight. I told you we’d get to see Marce’s tits tonight.” She giggled.

“They’re bigger than I thought.”

“She’s stunning. Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I asked, questioning gently.

“TV. Mom and me watch lots of neat programs. I never kissed like that before tonight. It was awesome.” Candy was always enthusiastic about everything.

“You didn’t mind kissing another girl?” My voice was low, inquiring.

“I’d rather kiss Marce then some creepy boy. I liked kissing her. It was exciting.”

I walked over to her bed. I put my hand on her stomach, making little circles around her belly button. Her skin was so smooth and flawless. I just looked at her. She was precious. She and Lace were my whole life. I loved them both deeply. I was quiet. I looked at her flat chest; her enlarging nipples. In six months she would be growing tits. I moved my hand up, and slowly traced one of her nipples with my finger. She watched me.

“Daddy, is… is sex fun?”

“It’s like everything else, kitten. Some people really like sex. Some don’t. Sex is a lot of fun when both people really enjoy it. It’s like playing. You can play for a long time and then have intercourse or whatever else you want to do. It can also be fun alone, just by yourself. But most people like it better with someone else. For me, the playing is much more fun than intercourse.”

“Is … ah, is intercourse … fucking, daddy?”

I wasn’t surprised at her language. I liked it. “Yeah, baby. It’s the fun way to say intercourse.” My cock had gone down, but now it was getting harder. I continued playing with her little, rosy nipple, gently teasing it between my fingers. She was soooo tiny.

“Do you mind if I use dirty words sometimes, daddy?”

I chuckled. “I don’t mind, baby. Your mom may have something to say about it though. And we wouldn’t want you to use them outside of the house, would we?”

“You’re fun.” She looked down at my fingers, playing with her tiny tits. “All of a sudden you and mom are starting to talk to me like an adult. How come?”

I chuckled a little. “Well, kiddo, it was an experiment that kinda backfired, kitten. It’s a learning experience for all of us, I guess.”

My hand returned to her stomach. I traced my finger through her navel again.

“Daddy?”

I looked into her eyes. “Yes, kitten.”

“If … if I rolled over would you massage my … my back?”

I was in heaven. “Sure, baby.” Candy rolled over on her stomach. She only had on her little blue, silky panties. I could clearly make out her little, firm ass cheeks. Her little crack was spectacular. I started at her shoulders but quickly ran my hand over her lower back, inches from the top of the silky-smooth little panties.

She looked back at me. Her voice was huskier now. “Daddy, is my ass as nice as Marce’s?”

I was mesmerized now, staring at her little, firm butt. It was almost if she had me under her control. God, I was hard.

“Daddy, massage my ass for me, okay?” I didn’t need another invitation. My hand went inside of her panties. I began to gently knead the flawless skin. I could hear her murmur a little; a slight cooing. Again she looked back, watching. “Ummm, that feels good,” she whispered. I needed more. I couldn’t stop. My middle finger found her little ass crack. I began to trace over it, gently, slowly, enthralled by the little crevice. Slowly my finger began to enter between the tiny mounds. She cooed again. Her legs began to spread slightly, allowing my finger better access. Finally I arrived at her rosebud, her little tiny, shit hole. There was no turning back. I needed this. I looked up at her. Her head was between her arms. She was enjoying my fingering. My hands went to her hips. I raised her to her knees. Her ass was mine now. I spread her cheeks. There it was; my reverie, the final outpost of my years of sexual perversion. I could see her tiny slit underneath. She was only 11 but I needed to do this. I was in a trance. I lower my mouth. My tongue traced through the little crack and finally settled at the little hole. I traced my tongue around. Then my mouth clamped down and I sucked. Then I kissed and sucked her little, tiny pussy. Finally, I was there. My years of dreams had come true. I was eating my little daughter. I was in heaven.

I wanted to do more but I knew she was too little. I could never hurt her. Never, ever. I turned her over, raised her knees and spread her beautiful, long legs. I looked up. She was playing with her little, pink nipples, watching my every move, a slight smile on her face. I again lower my mouth, again tonguing, kissing and sucking at her little slit. She raised her hips, meeting my thrusts, my sucks, enjoying our first father-daughter sex. I brought my hand up. I toyed with her little slit. Kissing; toying; playing.

Then her voice; husky now. “You want to fuck me, don’t you daddy?”

“Yeah, baby, I do. But you’re too little. I’d hurt you. I don’t want to do that.”

“It’s okay. I know. But you will someday.”

I took one last look at her little sex, inhaling the beauty of the little organ. I closed her legs and lowered her knees. “Well, I guess I better get to bed, baby.” I leaned over and kissed her. “Goodnight my precious little girl. Sleep tight. See you tomorrow. I’m glad you had a good time tonight.”

“’Night daddy.” I left her and closed the door.

I undressed, crawled into bed, still horny with a raging hard on, still thinking about Candy and Marcia. I was so glad I shot lots of pictures.

“You check in on Candy?” Lace asked from the dark. I thought she was already asleep.

I had to calm down. My cock was like a rod. My voice may have given me away. “Yeah. She seems okay with tonight. I think she had fun. You know Candy, she’s up for just about anything. She told me she liked kissing Marcia. She thought it was cool.”

“Marcia’s tits were just fucking awesome,” Lace mused. “Fuck, I’ve never seen nipples like that before. So puffy. You think she’ll come back? You think she’ll tell Brenda?”

“I don’t know, Lace. It’s strange though. When Brenda came to pick her up she smiled at the way Marcia was dressed. I just got the feeling she thinks her daughter is sexy too. Just the way her eyes traced over Marcia. You know, the little skirt; the buttons undone on her shirt. Maybe it’s my imagination, especially after the fashion show. I think she even checked my pants too; you know, to see if I had a hard-on or not.”

Lace’s voice turned quieter. “I don’t know how you controlled yourself tonight.”

“Yeah, me neither. I thought I was going to cum in my shorts a couple of times. What a fucking turn-on. Then when I went into Candy’s room she was lying on her bed with just her panties on. That didn’t help either.”

Lace turned on the bedside lamp. She turned to me and rested her head on her arm. She was smiling. “Yeah, they’re cute little panties, aren’t they? You can almost see right through them. Candy’s really cute.” She was quiet a second, thinking. “Did …did you do anything when you were in her room?” she asked, almost in a whisper.

I was apprehensive but I knew we had no secrets now. I looked directly into Lace’s eyes with my first confession. I didn’t know if she’d be angry, sad, disappointed, or what her reaction would be. I just knew I had to let it out now; to let her finally know how I felt about our family relationship. “Yeah, I did, babe. I … um … I played with her little tits a little. And I … um … I kissed her little pussy. She … she seemed to like playing. I … I think she wanted to play more.”

Lace’s eyes turned wide like saucers but she was grinning at me. “No fucking way!” She was excited. “She actually let you play with her tits and cunt? Oh, man, that’s too cool.” She reached under the covers and started stroking my cock. Her voice turned husky. “Tell me all the details, lover. I want to know everything.” I told her all I could remember; with lots of detail.

Lace thought a second and looked at me, with a slight evil grin on her face. “Ummmm, what a hot story.” She looked at the blanket and her hand movements. Again her voice turned husky. “Our little Candy got her daddy all worked up, didn’t she? I’ll bet you’d like to play with her more, wouldn’t you, you fucking little girl pervert? It’s okay. I don’t mind, baby. I’d like to watch you with your mouth clamped to her little pussy; licking and probing her little slit. Mmmmm, I’d like to lick her little pussy too.” Again there was a pause. “You’d like to fuck Candy wouldn’t you Jim? You want to run your fucking cock in and out of her little pussy. You want to cum inside her, I know you do. She’d be so fucking tight. Oh, baby, you’d really like to screw your little 11 year old daughter.”

I had to admit it now. There was turning back. “Yeah, Lace, I would, baby. I … I want to fuck both her and Marcia. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Candy, though. She’s so small. I’d never, ever hurt her. But Marcia. Man, she’s ripe. She’d be a fucking beautiful lay. Oh, fuck, I’m hard,” I moaned. I closed my eyes and lay on the pillow, enjoying Lace’s caress of my cock.

After a few seconds Lace’s voice was still husky. “I want to watch you fuck Marcia, Jim. That would be so cool. I want it a threesome, baby. I want to kiss her and lick those beautiful nipples while you pound her. Mmmmmm. But you have to promise to cum inside her, baby. No holding back. Do it, baby, fuck her good. Mmmmm.” Again she was quiet for a second. “What should we do about this fucking hard-on,” Lace teased. She leaned over and kissed me. “You wanna fuck, or something?”

“I … I don’t know. I want to do something obscene,” I told her. “I want to do something really dirty, baby. I feel like being really fucking bad.”

“Okay.” She was quiet for a second. “How about if we go downstairs and out to the patio. I’ll give you a blow job, outside. Let’s just go out in our underwear,” she giggled. “Let’s play sexy outside. That’d be cool.” We got up and went downstairs, out the back door. It was a beautiful evening. When we stepped on the patio Lace cupped her tits and inhaled the fresh night air. I went behind her and put my hands under the elastic of her panties.

I needed to talk dirty to her. “You like showing your fucking, little tits outside, don’t you babe? I’ll be you wish someone was looking at us now while you play with them. You’d like someone else to watch, wouldn’t you? You’re such a fucking horny bitch.” I put my hand further down her panties and began stroking her cunt. With my other hand I pulled the elastic down revealing her cunt with my hand playing with her folds. “Someone might be watching baby. Someone might be watching me finger-fuck you. You’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you?”

I could feel her breathing increase as I moved my finger in and out of her cunt. Her head went back on my shoulder. “Yeah, I’d like that, Jim. Someone watching us make it. That’d be cool. Tell me what you want me to do, baby. I want to hear the words.” She reached back and exposed by cock through my shorts. She began jacking me. “Come on, tell me baby. Tell me what fucking dirty thing you want me to do.”

I knew I wanted to be very dirty tonight. “Piss in your panties while my finger is in there. I want to feel your stream on my finger, babe.”

“Mmmmmm, yeah, that’s dirty,” she cooed. I was still going in and out of her cunt with my finger. After a few seconds I could feel the wetness. She had started peeing. She put a leg up on a patio chair to widen her cunt. Her piss dribbled over my finger onto her panties. Then it was a stream. I still continued my movements, in and out. Finally she finished. I removed my finger and brought to my mouth as she watched. I tasted.

“That is fucking dirty, you tasting my piss,” she cooed. “You like the taste of my piss, don’t you baby? You want your fucking mouth clamped to my pussy, tasting my stream.” She was worked up now, very horny. “Sit down in the chair, baby. I want to suck you cock. I want to give you a blow-job. I want to taste your cum again.”

I sat and she knelt in front of me. She began gently jacking. “Those little girls made you fucking horny tonight, didn’t they? You liked Marcia and Candy’s little tits, didn’t you? You’d like to fuck them both, eh, Jim? Even your own little daughter. You’d fuck Candy, wouldn’t you?” She kept jacking. “Think about it babe. Think about fucking your little girl in her bed with me watching. Think about kissing her little fucking tits, playing with the little nipples. Think … think about cumming inside her little fucking cunt, baby.” I was rock hard, my prick as huge at it ever had been. She began to suck and lick my cock.

“Ah, fuck, this feels good,” I murmured. “Yeah, I’d fuck both of them, baby. They’re so fucking young. I always wanted to fuck a little girl. Ah, man, keep it up. This is so awesome.” I looked down at her as she jacked and sucked.

She took my cock out of her mouth and looked at me dreamily. “Cum in my mouth, Jim. Shoot your stuff on my face, baby. I want to taste it again. I want to taste it right out of your fucking cock. Do it.”

I reached down and started jacking off. See watched; her look intense; mesmerized by my hand stroking my raging hard on. Her hand went to my balls. Her finger went to my asshole. She played with it a second then inserted it, ever so slowly, moving back and forth. Finally her full finger was in my ass. My head was back now, enjoying my masturbation and her finger.

“Put your lips right on the tip of my cock, baby. Ah, that’s it.” I started jacking faster and faster. I knew I would cum very soon. “I going to cum, baby. I’m going to cum right in your mouth. My wad is going right down your throat, baby. Take it all, baby. Swallow my fucking load.” I could feel the cum starting to rise. This orgasm was going to be intense. There was just too much tonight; too much sex; too much play; too many revelations. “Oh, god, I’m cuuuuummmming. Ah fuck, here it comes.” I took my cock away from her lips and started shooting on her nose and mouth. She reached up to her nose and started feeding her mouth with the white discharge as I continued pumping. She licked her fingers. She stuffed the white gizz into her mouth as fast as I pumped. I continued to pump and pump. Finally I was finished. She had cum all over her face and hand. Some had dripped down to her chin and tits. It was a massive explosion. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Fucking fantastic,” she said, breathless. “Fucking, fucking, fantastic.” She licked her lips. She looked down at her tits and saw the residue. She ran some over her nipples. “Oh, man, that was too cool.” She smiled at me again. “You’re a dirty, fucking perverted, little girl loving prick and I love it.”

We went back upstairs. She was still wearing her wet panties. She went into the bathroom to get cleaned up and came back into bed. “I’m never wearing a nightshirt again. We’re going to have lots and lots of fun.” She turned on her side and fell asleep, smiling. I turned out the light, smiled to myself, crawled back in bed, threw my arm over her arm, cupped her little tit and thanked my lucky stars I had married this wonderful woman.