Subject:     Samantha is Every Man's Dream Girl
Story Codes: MF Mf oral voy incest father daughter
Diary Date:  February 19, 2012 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

What man doesn’t dream of fucking a young girl like Sam?  Personally, I think 
if they are being honest then the answer is just about every man at least 
secretly wishes he could be with a sexy twelve year-old girl.  My husband 
isn’t afraid to admit his desires even though he knows I don’t share his 
fantasies.  Yet as his wife I have an obligation to submit to my husband.  
How was I to deal with this situation without hurting my marriage?

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 - Marriage Means Compromise
   Chapter 2 - Preparations
   Chapter 3 - Introductions
   Chapter 4 - Steve's Dream Comes True
   Chapter 5 - Tough Act to Follow


Chapter 1 - Marriage Means Compromise
=====================================

Wow, I knew that when I got married it wouldn’t just be an “extended date” 
but can anyone really be prepared for the full impact of marriage on their 
lives?  Like, it’s not like you can do whatever you want and then go home and 
leave him behind.  Now “home” means going home with him!

Like probably every girl, I thought I had it all worked out when it came to 
how my marriage would be.  Much of my plans were inspired by my mother and 
her marriage.  After all, when someone makes it work for over 25 years, they 
must have done something right.  Even when their marriage did end ultimately 
up in divorce, even then I was able to learn from their mistakes. 

One of the things my mother taught me was to honor the sanctity of your 
marriage vows.  If there was one thing she would NEVER do, it was commit 
adultery.  The more I learned over the years of my mom’s life before 
marriage, the more I admired her for sticking to her ethics.  It wasn't like 
she was some innocent virgin when she married my dad!

Of course, there WAS a little twist to my mom’s definition of adultery.  She 
taught me that adultery was having sex with someone outside your marriage 
which meant having sex with someone you weren’t related to.  That means 
incest is not adultery since incest is sex within your immediate family - 
including relatives by marriage as well as blood.  That meant it was OK for 
my dad to continue having sex with my mom’s sister after they got married, or 
for my mom to have sex with her brother-in-law and nephew.  As long as they 
were card carrying members at the family reunion, sex was OK.

As I said, in over 25 years of marriage my mom NEVER committed adultery.  My 
dad’s record wasn't as perfect but he was pretty close with only a couple of 
exceptions - the best friends of me and my mom.  His rationalization was that 
since they were so close to us they were like family.  As I said, that was 
his rationalization and to be frank, while my mom went along with it, I don’t 
think she was quite convinced.

Now THAT is an example of a marriage compromise - where one partner bends but 
doesn’t break.  Yes, my mother bent slightly on her rule about  no adultery 
but it wasn't like she opened the door to swinging and swapping.  Two very 
carefully managed exceptions was all she would allow but it meant a lot to my 
dad.

**************

Another of my core beliefs that were heavily influenced by my mom involves 
underage sex.  By that I mean sex where only one partner is underage.  
Naturally there is nothing wrong with two underage kids having sex.  That’s 
just normal adolescent behavior and to be expected, even encouraged.  It’s 
when an adult has “age inappropriate” sex that my mom had serious issues. 

Like adultery, incest trumps when it comes to underage sex.  My father is a 
pedophile, something I really didn’t understand about him until my later teen 
years but now I know it’s an addiction he has had to deal with since he was a 
teenager.  I only call him a pedophile because technically that is what he is 
- he lusts for young girls.  In my dad’s case the ten to sixteen year-olds 
are his favorite age bracket with special interest in the twelve to fourteen 
year-olds.  However, let me make it clear that just because he’s a pedophile 
does NOT mean he’s a pervert or a criminal.  DESIRES are not illegal; ACTIONS 
are.  So long as his desires remained fantasies, no harm no foul so far as my 
mom was concerned.  She only insisted that no actions be taken.

Fortunately for my dad, incest once again came to the rescue, just as it did 
when it came to adultery.  Just as incestual sex does not constitute 
adultery, so is it not considered underage sex, at least not in terms of 
condemning it.  Thus my dad was able to fuck me and my cousins when we were 
young teens and my mom was fine with that so long as it was confined to 
incest.  Now if he had tried to fuck our friends, then THAT would have been a 
completely different story.

Now in terms of marriage compromises, this was one area my mom refused to 
bend.  For twenty five years my dad was able to control his demons.  It 
helped when he was able to fuck me and my cousins but in the end that may 
have actually made things worse.  After having us available to satisfy his 
addiction for so many years, once we all got older and he ran out of young 
pussy in the family, it was like having to go cold turkey for him.  The 
result was he became more susceptible to temptation and when he found that he 
could have young girls through a private organization that my Aunt Linda was 
a member of, he couldn't stop himself.

So in this case my mom refused to compromise and the result was divorce.  

**************

Lesson learned by Kelly - submit to your husband as the bible requires if you 
want your marriage to last “until death do you part”.

Say what you want about my Aunt’s culpability in tempting my dad, if my mom 
had submitted to my dad’s authority as her husband she would still be married 
to him today.  My husband Steve is like my father in many ways, including his 
addiction to young girls and pornography. I won’t make the same mistake my 
mother made but at the same time, practicing biblical submission does NOT 
mean I’m a slave to my husband.  He has to be willing to compromise also.

Before we got married, Steve and I had some serious discussions about 
everything I just mentioned.  I told him about my beliefs and he was frank in 
telling me about his.  It was a little touch-and-go at times as I had to make 
some hard decisions.  Would I truly submit to my husband?  Would he be 
willing to make compromises for me?  Could I still marry him if I was 
unwilling to compromise?  SHOULD I still marry him?

Well, here’s is how we decided to handle these two potentially marriage-
threatening issues...

Adultery: I agreed to expand my mother’s definition of adultery beyond “no 
sex outside of marriage” to include “sex that your spouse agrees with”.  Thus 
things like swinging would be permissible in our marriage, even sex alone 
with someone else, so long as we agree upon it as a couple.  Steve agreed 
that “cheating” - sex outside of marriage without the knowledge of the other, 
is never to be allowed.  Think of it as the INTENT is the deciding factor.  
If the intent is to deceive your marriage partner then that is wrong.

Underage Sex: As a general rule, “Don’t ask, don’t tell.”  What that means is 
I would not question what Steve does with my aunt or father so long as he 
doesn’t tell me about it.  I also agreed to periodically accompany him but 
only under special circumstances - like an anniversary present, father’s day, 
birthday or something like that.  These exceptions were expected to be VERY 
limited.

I’d like to think that through these compromises our marriage will outlast 
even my parents and we can truly honor our wedding vows and remain together 
“until death do us part”.


Chapter 2 - Preparations
========================

Since our marriage back at the end of August of last year, Steve and I have 
so far enjoyed what I would call a GREAT marriage.  I have to think that part 
of the reason things have gone so well is that we made sure BEFORE we got 
married that we brought up potential problems and agreed on how we would 
handle them, including the two MAJOR issues that I have just discussed.

So how has that all worked out?  Well...

So far as adultery is concerned, we’ve done things in our marriage that I 
never dreamed would happen.  Well, maybe I dreamed about them but never 
expected it to really happen.  Steve didn't waste any time setting up our 
first married swap and I have to say, it was a LOT of fun.  Something about 
sharing husbands is so different than sharing boyfriends.   

With sponsorship by my Aunt Linda we signed up with a VERY private group 
which had made me feel much more secure and safe than I would if we just went 
out clubbing or meeting total strangers.  It was a real pain getting accepted 
with all the interviews, background checks and videos that were required to 
ensure we weren’t spies or otherwise trying to scam them.  At least we know 
that whoever we meet is on the level and has the same interests we have.

Just a little more than a week after our first swap Steve arranged for the 
second half of our compromise agreement to be put to the test.  We met with a 
family where the parents watched as their kids had sex with us.  It was a 
little surreal for me but Steve loved it.  Then again, how many men wouldn’t 
love to fuck an incredibly cute young girl who probably wasn’t even yet a 
teenager (real names and ages are not disclosed in such situations so I’m 
guessing as to their ages).

For me, it was one of those times that tests your convictions and in doing 
so, defines who you are.  By having sex with the older brother (he couldn’t 
have been more than fourteen) I was essentially confirming one of the 
greatest compromises I think I will ever make in my marriage.  Sure I enjoyed 
it, I am not going to try to say otherwise.  He was eager and cute and to 
have his parents watching urging us on (they just watched and did not 
participate), made it about as erotic as anything I’ve ever done.  Still, 
considering how I have always said how I feel about sex with underage kids, 
it was a little scary how easy it was for me to abandon my principles for the 
sake of my marriage.

Fortunately Steve has kept up his end of the bargains.  Yes, we swap 
frequently but the only time he has sex without checking with me first is 
when he does someone in my family (there’s nobody in HIS family that he has 
sex with, not even his mother).  Even then it is mostly my aunt that he seems 
to prefer which somewhat surprised me given his penchant for younger girls.  
I originally  thought he would go for my cousin Kristi but I guess being 26 
now she doesn’t qualify as “young” anymore.  

As for the underage thing, he has kept his word on that as well.  After than 
one time he never pushed me again.  It was like he wanted to do it once 
together just to prove I would do it.  Since then when he feels the need he 
goes off with my aunt and father to wherever they go for such things.  Of 
course I know when he is off with them what they are doing, but when he comes 
home I don’t get the “play-by-play”. 

What can I say?  I know there are people who would condemn me for giving in 
so easily to my husband.  Sure there will be those who accuse me of being a 
hypocrite or worse.  That’s their problem the way I see it.  I love my 
husband and I submit to him as the head of our family.  I’m thrilled with our 
marriage so far and I love him more than ever for the way he has lived up to 
his agreements as well.

In fact, I was SO proud of him that I felt I needed to show him.  If 
anything, Steve was being TOO understanding of my concerns.  Since that first 
time he has never even suggested doing anything similar.  That was almost 
four months ago and while I know I had insisted that he not take advantage of 
my compromise promise, that didn't mean he never could ask.

One night while I was laying in bed feeling wonderful after having just made 
love to Steve, a thought came to my mind.  What better way to show him how I 
was feeling right now than to offer to him the opportunity to indulge himself 
once again.  Only this time he wouldn't have to feel guilty about asking me 
as I would be the one to arrange things.

The idea had me so excited I could barely sleep and the next day I went over 
to see my aunt for help.  So far Steve was the one who made all the 
arrangements so I had no idea how to do things.

Needless to say my Aunt Linda was more than eager to help me with my plans.  
She knew the sort of girls that prefers as well as my preferences.  I have to 
say that she came up with the perfect compromise.  Steve loves sex with young 
girls, I love sex with married fathers.  Why not make us both happy?

Basically I left the arrangements up to her.  As I said, I normally don’t get 
involved with such things as Steve always takes care of the swaps. Usually he 
will show me the videos and pics of a couple he’s interested in but other 
than that he deals with the logistics.  In this case my aunt didn’t even go 
that far.  She just took care of everything with a cryptic “trust me” when I 
asked for more details.  If anything she seemed to be getting a kick out of 
surprising the both of us, even though I had a vague idea of what was going 
to happen.

While I think both Steve and my Aunt Linda would have been fine with doing 
things at either her house or our apartment, that was where I drew the line.  
If anything should go wrong, better it happen away from our homes so 
arrangements were made to meet at a nearby hotel.  As it happened, it was the 
same one that we met the couple for swapping the night before.  It would have 
been a Twilight Zone moment had it been the same room but it wasn’t even on 
the same floor.

Steve had NO idea what I was planning for him.  We slept in Saturday morning 
after the swap and then went out for brunch at an Eat-n-Park restaurant like 
it was just any old weekend.  It was killing me to keep everything a secret 
but somehow I managed to control myself.  

As we got in the car to head home, I turned to my husband and said something 
about having left something in the hotel room last night and that we needed 
to go to back so I could get it.  Steve had no reason to suspect anything so 
he just rolled his eyes at my forgetfulness and headed to the hotel.  

Once there Steve was going to just drop me off at the front entrance but I 
gave him my best little lost girl look and so he parked and went in with me 
to “help”, as I put it.  Unbeknownst to him my Aunt Linda had preceded us and 
had the front desk clerk prepped.  Of course the girl didn’t know the REAL 
reason for the ruse, but she deserved an Oscar for her performance.  She 
handed over the room key after I explained my so-called “problem”.  The cool 
thing about room keys now is that they don’t have the room number on them so 
Steve didn't realize it wasn't for the same room that we had used the night 
before.

It was in the elevator that Steve got the first hint that things were not as 
they seemed.  I pushed the button for the floor and he seemed puzzled and 
then finally reminded me that it was the wrong floor.  I just smiled and told 
him that no, it was exactly the right floor.  He started to say something but 
I just kissed him and told him to be patient.

Once in the room, which was empty, Steve finally couldn't contain himself and 
insisted I spill my guts and explain what the story was.  I wasn't about to 
ruin the surprise so I just told him to have a seat and that all would be 
revealed before long.  I threw in something about wanting to show him how 
much I appreciated my new husband but then THAT could have meant just about 
anything so it wasn't like I was giving anything away.

What Steve didn't know was that I was just as curious as he was.  Yes, I knew 
a little bit more than he did but I didn’t really know much of anything for 
sure.  My aunt had made all the arrangements and I knew that she said she had 
worked out something to make everyone happy but then again, THAT could mean 
anything.


Chapter 3 - Introductions
=========================

Thankfully we didn't have to wait long.  It was maybe five minutes before 
there was a knock on the door.  Steve rose but I motioned for him to stay 
seated while I answered the door.  I looked through the peep hole but all I 
could see was a guy getting ready to knock again on the door.  Who, if 
anyone, was with him I couldn't tell.  I assumed it was the people my aunt 
had arranged but I had to be sure. 

Keeping the chain on the door, I opened it and looked into the hallway.  The 
first person I saw a fairly decent looking guy, maybe in his mid thirties, 
dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt with a winter coat unzipped.  Then I 
looked down and there she was, the cutest little thing in a light blue jumper 
with a pink winter jacket left open.  Long blond, almost white, hair was 
pulled back into a ponytail that hung halfway down her back.  She wore small 
wire-rim glasses that gave her a bookish, almost nerdy look but yet seemed to 
magnify her sky-blue eyes.  Her face was emotionless but not in a bad way, 
more like she just was bored.

It had to be them so I closed the door, undid the chain, and then reopened it 
to let them in.  Steve was watching and I could see his eyes bug out when he 
saw who was walking in.  Of course he barely glanced at the father - his eyes 
were fixed on the cute girl that trailed in after him.  He started to say 
something but I interrupted him and gave him a kiss, whispering to him 
“surprise honey” as our lips parted.

The guy reached out to shake Steve’s hand, introducing himself as “Dale” 
although somehow I doubted that was his real name.  Then he turned and put 
his hand on his daughter’s back, pulling her forward as he introduced her as 
“Sam”, short for Samantha.

I then introduced myself and explained to Steve that my aunt knew Dale and 
Sam and that she thought we might be “compatible”.  I raised my eyebrows and 
grinned as I said that word and Steve just raised his eyes upward and then 
back down to Sam who just stood there without saying a word.

They took off their coats as Steve and I sat next to each other on the one 
bed after which Dale took a seat on the chair by the desk and Sam sat up on 
his lap.  The jumper pulled up to expose her thin legs even more but she made 
no effort to pull them down like most girls would. In fact, as she shifted 
her weight to get comfortable I was able to confirm she had on pink cotton 
panties.   Her chest was just started to show signs of what was to come in 
the not too distant future although at the moment they were just small bumps 
pushing out from her jumper.  If I was to guess I would say she was maybe 
twelve years old at most although her dad hadn’t said anything about how old 
she was.

To say the next few moments were awkward would be the understatement of the 
year.  Talk about the elephant in the room... We talked about everything BUT 
what we knew we were all there for.  Then again, I wasn’t exactly sure what 
we WERE there for.  The only time Steve and I had been involved in anything 
like this before was with that couple who brought their son and daughter.  It 
was a little surreal at the time as while they had no issues with sharing 
their kids with us, they didn't get involved themselves in any way.  

Now there was no mother nor was there a son so was this just going to be for 
Steve to enjoy himself with Sam while her dad and me watched or what?  Was 
her dad expecting both of us to share his daughter?  What were his plans?  
Where was the mother?  Yeah, I had a tons of questions but we didn't go near 
any of them, at least not at first.

Finally after the guys started to talk about football I decided it was time 
to clear the air.  I put my hand on Steve’s leg to signal for him to shut up 
and then turned to Dale and asked him point blank what he had arranged with 
my Aunt Linda.  He seemed a little surprised as I suppose he would have been.  
I couldn't blame him for being surprised that my aunt hadn’t divulged any 
more information to me.

Dale finally just shrugged and bluntly said that he assumed that Steve wanted 
to have sex with his daughter and that he intended to have sex with his wife 
while he was doing that.  

Wow, it wasn't like he was beating around the bush!  I don’t think Steve was 
surprised as why else would a man with his twelve year-old daughter be 
meeting with a couple of strangers in a hotel room?  On the other hand, I 
hadn’t realized that I would be doing it with her dad even though I have to 
say, it was exactly what I would have asked for had I set up the meeting - 
sex with a married father.  Even though it was not going to be done secretly 
behind anyone’s back, I still was looking forward to doing him without his 
wife there.  Speaking of his wife...

I used the opportunity to ask what was the story with his wife, in particular 
why she wasn't with us and even more importantly, was she aware of what was 
happening, or at least I assumed was about to happen.

The answer was more cryptic than I cared for.  All Dale would say is that she 
didn’t know about any of this but other than that he didn't really care to 
discuss her.  He was wearing a wedding ring but then that didn't mean a whole 
lot.  I would’ve preferred to know more, especially how in the world her 
mother could NOT know about this sort of thing.  When I was first having sex 
my mom knew instantly when I came home whether the boy had fucked me or not 
so was he lying or was his wife just clueless?  In any case he was quite 
clear that he had no intention of saying anything more on the subject so I 
let it drop.

Steve’s turn... he sat up straight and rubbed his hands together like he 
couldn't wait to get started.  Indeed, that’s exactly what he asked, how were 
we going to get started?  Before anyone answered I wasn’t ready to jump that 
far quite yet.  I wanted to know more about Sam.  Dale was the one to respond 
to my request as Sam just sat there staring at her hands which were clasped 
together on her lap.  It was more like any girl her age would react listening 
to the adults talking.

Here’s what I learned... Sam was indeed twelve and in sixth grade. Her eyes 
brightened up for the first time when I remarked that I taught sixth grade 
and in fact she reminded me of some of my students.  Dale said not to worry 
because she wasn’t a virgin so she knew what to do and in fact was quite good 
at it.  He quickly cautioned that he himself had never had sex with her other 
than a blowjob which, he said with a grin at that point, she was apparently 
had excellent skills.  

Dale went on to say that they had been doing this for about six months now 
and we were their third couple.  Then he mumbled something about wishing they 
did it more but that it was hard to find the right couple.   I could imagine 
that was so.  Then again, it had to be a lot easier to find people like me 
and Steve than it was for us to find a father-daughter who were into this 
sort of thing, especially at her age.

Dale then turned the tables and asked about us.  Steve did the talking, 
offering a brief rundown of our sexual history since we’d gotten married but 
without offering up a lot of details - which was fine by me.  Dale asked if 
we had any experience with a girl like Sam and Steve quickly assured him that 
he need not worry about THAT, implying he’d had plenty of experience.  I 
looked at him and couldn't help but wonder myself just how much experience 
he’d had!

At that Dale turned to his daughter and bounced her on his leg a few times 
before asking her if she wanted to dance for Steve and me.  At that her eyes 
brightened and she seemed more animated than at any time since they’d 
arrived.  She slid down his leg, letting the jumper ride up to her bottom in 
doing so after which it fell back down as she stood up.  There was an open 
area in the room where she took her place and started to dance slowly.  

I could feel Steve tense up next to me and his breath grew ragged as Sam 
started to put on a show for us that convinced me she had indeed quite a bit 
of experience.  This was more than she would have gotten from a few casual 
encounters.  I got the immediate sense that this was something she practiced 
at home while her daddy watched.


Chapter 4 - Steve's Dream Comes True
====================================

There was no music and the room was so quiet that her steps on the carpeting 
seemed unnaturally loud.  Slipping out of her shoes, she grabbed the bottom 
hem of her jumper and pulled it up just enough to give a peek a those cute 
panties again.  Backing up to her dad, he unzipped the jumper in back and 
ever so slowly she let it fall from her shoulders until only her hands 
pulling it to her chest kept it from dropping to the floor.  My hand drifted 
over to Steve’s crotch where I could feel his dick was already erect.  He 
barely even acknowledged me though, his attention was totally riveted on Sam.

The jumper suddenly dropped to the floor leaving Sam slowly rotating her hips 
with her hands to her side.  Her bare chest was exposed and just her panties 
covered any part of her body.  She turned away from us, leaning over and then 
slowly, ever so slowly, dropped the panties to the floor.  Talk about sexy... 
God, the girl was a pro!  She stood there in front of the three of us with 
nothing on but her glasses.

Dale asked Steve what he thought of Sam, obviously proud of his daughter in a 
way only a father can be.  I tried to see if he was aroused but his jeans 
were baggy such that it was impossible to tell for sure.  As for Steve, there 
was no doubt about his condition as his dick seemed to be  trying to force 
its way out through his jeans.

Dale looked at me at that point and “suggested” that I come over and sit on 
his lap so Sam could be next to Steve.  I don’t think it had anything to do 
with his daughter’s access to my husband but I played along.  I was wearing a 
simple outfit so that Steve wouldn’t be suspicious earlier on, just a pair of 
jeans with a cami worn under an open flannel shirt.  That was it - no panties 
or bra as had I put those on while we were getting dressed it would have 
clearly signaled that something was out of the ordinary.

Taking a seat on Dale’s lap, I put my arm around his neck and shoulder to 
keep my balance as he put his hand on my knee without making any effort yet 
to grope me more than that.

With me out of the way, Sam moved up closer to Steve until she was right in 
front of him with her hands on her bare hips.  Damn, the girl acted more like 
she was twenty than twelve!  Whether it was experience or just good coaching, 
it was like she knew exactly what to do to turn on my husband without any 
coaching from her dad. 

Sam smiled the cutest little grin and then in her high-pitched voice asked 
Steve a question.  I about choked as it was probably the last thing I was 
expecting a girl her age to say as her opening line to someone.  

“Do you want to fuck me Mr. Steve?”

It just seemed so incongruous to hear such adult words coming from the mouth 
of a girl who looked like she still played with Barbie dolls.  She stood 
there looking at him through her glasses, waiting for his response.

At first it was like Steve didn’t know how to answer her but then her grinned 
back at her and said, “Yes Sam, that’s exactly what I want to do to you.  Do 
you like to be fucked?”

Sam grinned as she turned her head around to look at her dad, her eyes 
twinkling.  Oh yeah, she was a tease alright.  The question forming in my 
mind was, who was she really teasing?

Turning back to Steve and in a voice loud enough to make sure her dad could 
hear her clearly, she replied, “I love it!  So what are you waiting for?”

OK, so obviously daddy must have coached her but still, it was SO erotic to 
listen to this exchange between a girl who didn’t look hardly old enough to 
even masturbate and man more than twice her age - my husband at that!

Steve glanced at me but I just shrugged.  Like what was I going to say at 
this point that mattered?

As I sat on her father’s lap, Steve reached out and wasted no time in groping 
the young preteen girl.  As I’ve said before, watching Steve with another 
girl isn’t exactly my favorite pastime.  It’s not jealousy or anything like 
that, I just don’t get off watching him fucking other girls.  When I watch 
Steve having sex with another girl I just don’t get the same feeling I get 
when I see him watching me having sex with another guy.

Still, there was something about seeing Steve running his hands over Sam’s 
small figure, palming her budding breasts and gripping her tight little butt 
that DID turn me on though.  It might have been creepy except she seemed to 
be enjoying his attention as much, if not more, than he did giving it.  Her 
face positively shined when her turned her around and pulled him in tight 
between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around 
her and running his hands up and down her small nude body.

Dale whispered something about how hot his daughter was and then asked if it 
turned me on to see my husband with her.  What could I say?  It was erotic, 
sensual and yet somewhat naughty all at the same time.  Normally I would say 
what he was doing was wrong except it was obvious she was enjoying every 
moment.  

I could sort of relate as I remembered back when I was a young teenager and I 
began to realize what pleasure I could give to the boys at school and what 
lengths they would go to just to touch me.  But I was fifteen by the time I 
began to seriously pursue my “career” as a school slut, not twelve.  Three 
years isn’t all that much when you’re 40 but between twelve and fifteen it’s 
like dog years.  Heck, I was just starting to masturbate on a regular basis 
at that age.  The idea of having sex was just starting to form, let alone any 
ideas about having sex in front of my dad with a stranger twice my age.

Steve stood up to get undressed which was the cue for Dale to direct me to 
the other bed.  I was torn somewhat between my curiosity as to what was going 
to happen between Steve and Sam and my own needs regarding what Dale had to 
offer.  I REALLY wished he would tell me more about the situation with his 
wife.  A key element at times like this for me is the fact that he has a wife 
at home who is clueless that her husband wants me more than her.  Sure sex of 
any type is generally good but I have a lot more options than some middle-
aged guy losing his hair without there being some other factor that makes it 
naughty and exciting. 

If it wasn’t for wanting to make this special with Steve, I could have just 
watched but then again, it wasn’t like I didn’t feel a bit horny so why not 
make use of Dale’s dick?  The one thing I DID decide early on that it would 
be just sex - no kissing or intimacy.  If he wasn’t going to tell me about 
his wife then I wasn’t going to get anything more from this than a nice fuck.

I quickly stripped down as did Dale except he left his t-shirt on which was 
probably for the best as he seemed to be really hairy.  It also served to 
minimize the view of the beer belly that was starting to form and would 
likely turn to be a beer gut in a few years at the rate he was going.  

Looking at his crotch, I couldn't help but wonder if Dale’s erection was in 
anticipation of fucking me or from watching his daughter getting in bed with 
another man.  Probably a bit of both, at least I hoped that was the case.  We 
laid in bed in a spoon position, facing the other bed so we both could watch 
its occupants. 

Dale wasn’t wasting any time, pushing his hips forward to press his dick in 
between my thighs so the tip was pressing against my crotch.  He put his arms 
around me to grab my boobs which he squeezed and toyed with my nipples.  He 
was a little rougher than I preferred but not overly so I just put up with it 
and made the best of it.

In the meantime Steve was laying on his back with his head propped up on a 
pair of pillows so he could watch the little girl laying on her belly between 
his legs as she licked and sucked on his dick.  The way she attacked his cock 
without any direction from Steve made it obvious that his wasn’t the first 
dick she’d tasted.  Not only that, she’d either been exposed to porn movies 
or had some good coaching because she was using all the tricks of the trade - 
maintaining eye contact, doing it hand’s free at times, and smiling like she 
was enjoying it which I got the feeling wasn't requiring any acting on her 
part.

As for me, Dale didn’t appear to be interested in foreplay or getting his own 
dick sucked.  There were only two things that he seemed to want - getting his 
dick in me as quickly as possible while watching his daughter having sex.  
His arm pushed between my legs and then lifted my upper leg up as he scooted 
in tighter against me.  Using his forearm to keep my leg up, he reached down 
to grab his cock and position it against my pussy.

Fortunately I was pretty wet already from the porn scene in the other bed so 
when he thrust his dick easily slipped inside of me.  Then was he was all the 
way in and started to slowly fuck me.  It felt good to have his dick in me 
but then when doesn’t it feel good to have a cock in your pussy?

Sam seemed happy to just suck Steve to start and I can’t say Steve was in any 
hurry to push matters.  Sam could only get about half his dick in her mouth 
so she seemed to focus more on sucking the head of Steve’s dick while 
stroking the shaft with her hand.  As small as her hand and mouth were, it 
made Steve’s dick seemed extra large in perspective.  She looked so cute 
laying between his legs naked.  Her little butt stuck up and it looked so 
small!  I noticed that she kept her glasses on as well which made her seem 
even all the cuter if that was possible.

“So what do you think?” Dale whispered to me, “Not bad for someone who still 
has four months to go until she’s a teenager.”

With that he humped into me, driving his dick deeper.  It was like he was 
fucking me but more interested in what his daughter was doing in the other 
bed.  Yes, I enjoyed the feel of him in me but it wasn't like it the greatest 
sex I’d ever had.  It was OK for the moment because I was as fascinated as he 
was in what his daughter was doing.  Watching it from the couch would have 
been hot but to do so with her father’s cock in me added an entirely 
different element, even if he seemed more interested in them than me.

Steve seemed to be in heaven.  Even so, he did look over at me once and 
grinned, nodding his head towards where little Sam was sucking on the head of 
his dick like a popsicle.  Even though she wasn’t technically giving him a 
great blowjob, just seeing such a cute little thing with his dick in her 
mouth more than made up for her inability to get much more than that in.

I was starting to wonder how long Sam could keep my husband’s dick in her 
mouth before her cheeks grew tired of sucking when Steve reached down and 
pulled on her shoulders to bring her up from his lap.  She got on top of him 
and laid flat on his chest with her knees bent and her little bare feet 
dangling up in the air.  Steve planted his hands on her tiny butt and 
squeezed it playfully, causing her to giggle like the little sixth grader 
that she was.

Oh my god, for some reason it hit me then.  Sam could easily have been one of 
my students!  I had four girls that were just like her in my class, at least 
in terms of size and development.  I couldn't even begin to imagine any of 
them doing what Sam was doing right now.

Before I could think along those lines any further, I felt Dale’s dick 
suddenly move in me.  One glance and I could see what was getting his 
attention.  Sam was now kneeling on top of my husband, sitting with her 
hairless pussy pressing directly down on his erection.   She started sliding 
herself up and down on him such that she rubbed herself along the length of 
his hard dick.

“You like when I do this Mr. Steve?” she giggled, knowing full well the 
effect she was having on him.  Steve’s response was a smile and a grunt as he 
bit his lip and looked down to watch her pussy caressing his dick.

“God I want to fuck you so bad,” Steve sighed as he rubbed his hands over her 
hips and legs.  “You are such a pretty girl... so sexy.”

Sam giggled, obviously pleased that Steve wanted her so badly.  Dale had been 
slowly stroking his dick in and out of me almost absent mindedly but now he 
just held himself still in me, his attention now entirely focused on his 
daughter.  Everyone in the room knew what was about to happen and all eyes 
were fixed on the little girl.

Sam got up on her knees as high as she could but she was too short to get 
above Steve’s erect dick to make it easy for him to enter her.  Steve pulled 
her forward and then grabbed his cock, directing it between her coltish legs.  
He really couldn't see what he was doing and as small and tight as Sam was it 
wouldn’t have been easy for him to enter her even with a clear view.

“Let me do it,” she told him with a determined tone of voice.  Reaching down 
between her legs, she got a grip on Steve’s dick and wiggled her butt as she 
maneuvered herself in position.  All signs of giggling disappeared as she 
concentrated on the business at hand - or should I say IN her hand.

“Ohhhhh....,” she moaned softly as Steve’s head began to push its way into 
her.

Dale and I had a side view which wasn't the best but we could tell from the 
reaction of both of them what was happening.  Even through her glasses I 
could see that Sam’s eyes were tightly shut and she was biting on her lower 
lip, probably to keep from crying out as her pussy was being violated by 
something that it was never meant for it to accommodate at her age.

“Oh you’re so tight Sam!” Steve groaned as Sam moved into an upright position 
so she could push herself down on his dick with all of her weight, maybe all 
eighty pounds or so at most dripping wet.

Now I could see her pussy impaled on my husband’s stiff cock.  He looked so 
big in her, impossibly big.  His head was nowhere in sight, engulfed by Sam’s 
twelve year-old pussy as she wiggled and wormed her way onto his cock.  There 
was no way she could possibly take all if him in her, or at least that’s what 
I would have said if I hadn’t seen the proof otherwise.

With a sigh she settled down on Steve’s crotch, his entire dick now inside of 
her.  She finally opened her eyes and looked over at her dad as if seeking 
his approval for her accomplishment.  I couldn't see Dale as he was behind me 
but I could feel him moving in me again as he must have nodded his head or 
otherwise done something to make her smile the way she did.

Dale had said that this was their third time doing this but I wasn’t 
believing for a moment this was just her third time being fucked.  She seemed 
far too at ease with everything and more in charge than I would expect from 
some girls twice her age, let alone for a girl who wasn't yet a teenager. Sam 
seemed to know just what buttons to push with Steve as she slowly rocked on 
Steve’s dick.  She had her hands on his chest to keep her balance and her 
long hair fell forward as she pumped his dick in and out of her.

At some point Steve lifted Sam up and she lifted herself off of his dick.  
Steve moved out of the way so she could lay on the bed with her head on the 
pillow.  Steve grabbed another pillow and put it under her butt to lift her 
further off the bed.  Pushing her legs apart, he laid on the bed with his 
head between her legs and began to lick her freshly fucked pussy. 

Sam seemed to love the attention.  No doubt his tongue felt good on her pussy 
after having been stretched out so much when he had fucked her. Steve had his 
hands under her butt, cupping it as he lifted her to his face like he was 
drinking from a large bowl.

People have asked me when I first had an orgasm.  Actually I don’t really 
remember but I know I didn’t have one that was truly memorable until I 
started having sex.  Maybe it was because I really didn't know how to bring 
myself off despite the many hours I spent masturbating. Maybe it was because 
a girl isn’t mature enough to have one until in her teens.

Well, after seeing Sam crying out as Steve brought her to an orgasm, I’ll 
never say I was too young again.  There was no doubt that Sam was cumming and 
cumming hard.  So much for any thoughts of not having an orgasm as a preteen!

Steve wasn’t done though.  The opportunity to be with a girl as young, cute 
and experienced as Sam was didn't just come around every day and he was going 
to take full advantage of it.  Sam was panting and still lout of breath as 
Steve moved in between her legs and grabbed Sam’s hips, pulling her little 
body up and into his.  This time his dick went in much easier although it 
still bent a bit from the pressure as he forced it in her.

“Oh wow,” Dale exhaled as this time we both had a great view of Steve 
penetrating his daughter.  Steve was only pushing himself maybe half in her 
this time, doing more stroking this time than worrying about depth of 
penetration. 

“Fuck her Steve... fuck her,” someone in the room said and then I realized 
that someone was ME.  God it was so hot to watch my husband fucking Sam.  She 
was SOOOOO small yet somehow just the right size.  How can I describe it?

When Steve finally came it was in classic missionary position as he pumped 
his cum into her.  As he came he turned his head to look at me and my heart 
skipped a beat as he mouthed that he loved me as I saw him grimace as his 
dick spurted cum deep into her tight little pussy.

I returned the message as it seemed Dale was getting off seeing his daughter 
taking Steve’s cum - I mean literally getting off as he thrust hard in me and 
then grunted as he came in me.  It sort of surprised me as there weren’t the 
usual warning signs.   It had to be seeing Sam being mated by Steve that set 
him off more than anything else.

As soon as he was finished Dale pulled out of me and sat up on the bed with 
his spent dick quickly drooping between his legs.  I just laid there and 
watched as Steve dropped down to his elbows, keeping his weight from crushing 
poor Sam but keeping his dick imbedded in her.  He looked again at me and 
seemed so happy and satisfied.  

I knew at that moment I’d made the right decision.  Other than when he was 
fucking me, I’d not seen him seem so satisfied after sex as he did then, not 
even after he’d fucked my mother.  Yes, believe it or not fucking a twelve 
year-old girl was more satisfying to him than fucking his wife’s own mother!

Later when I thought about it, it convinced me all the more that the needs of 
Steve and my father, and other pedophiles like them, are something that they 
can't control.  They ARE “needs” and the only way they can truly be happy and 
content is to have sex with the young girls that truly turn them on.  I don’t 
mean like the sort of satisfaction they get with their wives and family.  
That is love and respect where what Steve got from Sam was just instinctual 
and almost tribal in nature.

Steve finally pulled his dick out of Sam and she immediately got up and went 
to her dad, hugging him without saying a word.  They were both nude but yet 
there wasn't anything sexual in the way they acted, just a father and 
daughter hugging each other.  She never made any attempt to touch his dick 
nor did he do anything more than grab her butt and pull her into him, no 
different than most fathers would do except their daughter wouldn’t be naked 
at the time.

Just as there was little foreplay to start, there was even less “pillow talk” 
afterwards.  Everyone had gotten what they’d come for and so it was like we 
all just got dressed without talking and then left without much more than a 
thank you and “nice to meet you” sort of exchange.  Dale and Sam were the 
first to depart, leaving Steve and I alone in the room.


Chapter 5 - Tough Act to Follow
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Steve looked at me and grinned, pulling me to him and kissing me 
passionately.  

“God Kelly, that was INCREDIBLE!”  I am SO happy to be married to you!”

I looked him in the eyes and grinned.  Well, we DO have the room booked for 
the night you know.”

We didn’t stay the whole night as we hadn’t brought anything with us and I 
wanted to go to church in the morning.  Still, we had a lovely evening.  I 
hadn’t cum with Dale but Steve more than made up for that.  There was just 
one thing/  While he was fucking me I couldn't help but wonder if he was 
comparing sex with me to what he’d done with Sam earlier.

On the way home we talked about Sam and her dad.  Their situation was 
complicated.  Did he really not fuck her?  If not then he had to have 
incredible willpower given how turned on he obviously was by her.  It wasn't 
just seeing her being fucked by Steve.  He was hard as soon as she had 
started to undress, just as quickly as Steve was if not faster.  

It's not like Sam was some VS model but then there was something about her 
innocence (clearly THAT was misleading as she wasn't innocent at ALL) and 
barely developed figure that was extremely erotic - more so than sexy.  It 
wasn't at all like seeing those nudist site photos of young girls that lack 
any sexual overtones.  When she undressed it was like seeing something you 
knew you shouldn't watch but couldn't tear your eyes away.  Heck, even I 
wanted her at that moment! It was her attitude that sealed the deal - supreme 
confidence.  She KNEW how she was affecting all of us and she liked it.  She 
was in total control and at her age it was incredible to witness.

As Steve fucked Sam her dad never took his eyes off of her.  Anyone not there 
might think he was being protective but that wasn't the case at all - as I 
can attest to by what was in me at the time.  Dale loved watching his 
daughter having sex just as much as I could tell Steve loved actually doing 
it with her.  

And yes, Steve just couldn't stop talking about how great it was to fuck Sam.  
For anyone who hasn’t witnessed such a thing, I would say you can't really 
appreciate the expression on a man's face as he first enters a preteen's 
pussy.  It's just different than "normal" sex.  I think when Steve’s dick 
first started to push her apart that the police could have stormed the room 
and he wouldn't have stopped.  It might be more accurate to say he COULDN’T 
have stopped.  I don’t think a man’s mind is really working right under these 
circumstance.  

It sort of reminds me back when I was younger and my dad would take me when 
he was REALLY horny.  Such times were rare but memorable.  I loved submitting 
to him at any time but at the same time it could be a little scary at such 
times when I realized he’d passed the point of no return and there was 
nothing I could do to stop him from fucking me no matter what I said or did - 
not that I ever wanted to but you know what I mean. 

Like my dad back then, when Steve started fucking Sam I don't think there is 
anything I could’ve done to stop him.  It was like he was totally immersed in 
what he was doing to her and had lost all control, acting totally on the most 
base instincts of a male.  Maybe that's part of why her dad was so turned on 
as well as he saw how this strange man was claiming his daughter totally and 
irrevocably, beyond anything he could control either.  Then again, my money 
is he just wished it was HIS dick in Sam instead of Steve's.  So who knows, 
maybe he DOES fuck her at home.  I doubt I’ll ever know the truth.

Will we ever be with them again?  My first instinct is to say no but then I 
WAS terribly turned on, more so I think than any other time when I’ve been 
involved with a girl that age.  I can’t deny that I wanted her for myself and 
who knows, maybe something can be arranged where that could happen.  It would 
have to be without Steve though as I can't imagine him having the willpower 
to just watch.  I would have to think long and hard about that though as I 
have never just gone out and had sex with a preteen ever in my life.  The 
idea both turns me on and scares me to death at the same time.  

The more I think about it the more I realize that I was caught up in 
everything and went a little overboard myself, like when I called out to 
Steve to fuck her.  

Did I enjoy it?  Yes.  Was I turned on watching my husband screwing a girl 
less than half my age?  Yes.  Was it insanely erotic to feel her father in me 
as he watched his daughter aging sex?  Yes.  Have I dreamed of having her for 
myself?  OMG YES!  

Will I do anything about all this?  Probably not.

Part of my reluctance could be because of the potential entrapment potential.  
That’s a big reason why I won't date or meet strangers I "meet" on-line and 
trust me, I’ve had lots of incredible offers over the years.  Going through 
my aunt's group is different.  Just look at the hoops we had to go through to 
join - background checks, interviews, giving enough proof on video to hang 
ourselves if we ever did anything against the rules.  I can't picture a 
police officer or FBI agent getting accepted

The main reason I say I probably would not do this again goes back to my 
deeper morals and convictions.  I may have compromised them but that doesn’t 
mean I have to flaunt them.  I'm not saying this isn't something that excites 
me in a way like nothing else.  Maybe if I knew more about Sam it would be 
better as I really know nothing about Sam.  When did she start having sex?  
With who?  Why?  What about her mom?  Did she have a brother or sister?  Who 
else in her family fucked her- an uncle or cousin?  Did her dad fuck her? So 
many questions and no answers.  Maybe if I knew the answers I wouldn’t be as 
excited about her.

While I can't hold back Steve, I did my thing for him and that should be 
enough along those lines for now.  I LOVE swapping and the occasional private 
night out so it's not like I'm not having fun.  I just don't need to go out 
and do anything that makes me feel guilty afterwards.  Sometimes I wish I had 
a niece for my husband to fuck like my dad had.  Then I wouldn’t hesitate 
about joining in!

THE END
