(This is a work of complete fiction. It is a total fantasy, and I strongly recommend you do not even attempt to do anything even close to actions taken herein. All of us have our demons, our skeletons. We all have baggage, this is mine. I want to have sex with kids. I don't do it however, and this is how I deal with it. If you feel the need to indulge in this lifestyle and engage in acts of incest and pedophilia realize that there are reasons why it is illegal. If caught, you will be imprisoned. You will be raped in prison, probably repeatedly. They hate pedophiles in prison. When you get out you will be scorned and labeled as scum of the earth. You will be forced to register as a sex offender and notify all your neighbors what you did. They will hate and despise you. You will wear a scarlet letter the rest of your life. Your friends and family will shun you. You will almost certainly die alone and unloved. I'm not saying its right; I'm not saying it's wrong. That's just the way it is. People don't like adults that fuck kids. With their permission or not, whether you are related or not. So if you haven't been warned before, you have now. Having sex with children is illegal. Don't do it)
				Kristina, the Fantasy
	Getting dressed was a somber effort, I didn't want to leave and Krissy sure didn't like the idea it either. She had quickly dressed in baggy clothes and was hugging her knees sitting on the bed, silently watching me dress while peering over her knees. 	
        I could tell she wanted to say something, anything, but wasn't sure what to say. Probably a plea to make me stay.  Maybe frantically trying to think of some reason, any reason, to tell her parents and my wife why we needed to spend the evening together. I wasn't even sure what to say either. 
	I had come up with a dozen excuses when I was younger for running out after a bar-girl hookup or booty call in college, but this was different. I didn't give a shit about those sluts, and I really didn't care if they believed the excuse I was giving to leave them half naked and sticky. They were lame and stupid excuses for lame and stupid sluts that on some level knew this was what was going to happen anyways.  Hell some of them probably wanted me gone too. I was probably to quiet trying to think of the perfect thing to say, thinking of something to tell her that would make her feel better. But there wasn't anything to say I hadn't said already, and in reality her mom is due home in 20 minutes, and if she left work early any minute now. I really am cutting this to close for safety. Instead I just pull her close to me and hold onto her tightly. I lift her up a little so she's kneeling on the bed, making her as tall as I am, and we nuzzle into each other. 
        You would think we were embracing for the last time, never to see each other again. Then it strikes me that it very well could be. At any time if we are caught it could the last time I ever see her again. At any minute this could all be over very quickly and very, very ugly. All it takes is one person to walk into the room at the wrong time and....and I can't even think about it. I want nothing more than to lay down right there on her bed with her and fall asleep with her in my arms. To pull her close and drift off into sleep feeling the beat of her heart and the smell of her fruity shampoo hair. 
	"Mom is gonna be here soon..." She says, breaking the long silence. Once again, at least she is thinking straight. "Can we talk on Facebook later?" she says trying to be strong, but instead I can hear a slight crackle in it that suggests she could break into tears at any minute. I couldn't deny her and promise to meet her online about 9ish. Before I turn to leave I remember the gift I made her, and I'm not even sure how she might take it now given the heaviness of the room. I put on my best game face, smile wickedly and mischievously and hand her a 16 GB zip drive. 
	"By the way...take this. Maybe it will help keep you warm and your brush handle happy till we can see each other again" with a voice that is most obviously suggesting lewd behavior.
	"Really? What is it? What's on it?" She asks excitedly.
	"Just some of the videos we watched...and a bunch more I think you will like!" I've pretty much filled the entire zip drive with every type of porn imaginable: Anal, threesome, DP, public, voyeur, teacher, incest, interracial, squirting, cumshot compilations, huge dicks, big asses...little bit of everything. The one theme I tried to get in all of them was lots of fellatio. LOTS of Blowjobs. Lots of really sloppy and nasty blowjobs. 
        You see I like "porn head". The type of head that the girls give in porn movies. Not the normal up and down boring ones you get from regular girls, but the high tempo, spit soaked and messy blowjobs you see in porn. Needless to say there are a lot of Belladonna and Gianna Michaels videos on it. 
	"Just make sure you hide this! The password to access the folders is `Angel1'." I tell her with a wink.
	"Awesome!" she says looking at the small bit of plastic like it was made of gold. I'm kind of shocked by her over-the-top reaction. I mean, this girl really seems to like her porn! We kiss one last time and then I pretty much run to the car before her mom catches me leaving with my breath smelling like her little daughters pussy.
	The rest of the night until 9am is fairly mundane. Diner and laundry. Raking leaves. Walking the dog. Typical middle class suburban routine that makes everyone want to go batshit crazy and join a cult. Or in my case apparently crazy enough to want to have sex with my 12 year old cousin. While raking leaves I notice Mrs. Daniels across the street. Never married and has 3 cats, but for some reason drives a minivan. She makes a ton of cash as the secretary to the city council, so she knows everyone in the whole county. Every day she takes her cats for a walk on leashes. Bizarre.
        There's the retired school teacher next to me, the one that mows his lawn 5-6 a week. Every neighborhood has THAT guy. the guy who treats his lawn better than he treats anybody. He is divorced and his kids never come to see him. When its Halloween and he sits on his porch specifically so when people start to walk up his driveway he can yell at them for doing so. He doesn't give out candy, but this is his best opportunity all year to yell at people. So rather than go inside and simply shut his porch light off he sits out front and yells at people. He is the prototype grumpy old man.
	Craig lives two doors down from the cat lady, and was a county police officer until he beat the shit out of a 14 year old stealing car radios at the mall. The two DUI's he got they could overlook, but when you put a kid in the hospital with a broken jaw they are a little less tolerant. He works as a guard at the community college. Part time. He's always dressed in camouflage and has a huge truck that he washes constantly. Psychopath. Of course to my knowledge neither of them is a pedophile or an incestuous cousin, so maybe I should cut them some slack. 
        Man, I live in a fucked up neighborhood....
	Nine o'clock comes and my phone lights telling me I have a message on FB. We chat on messenger for half an hour about silly things. I get a little nervous when she says she had a hard time coming up with a full day's worth of school activities to lie about when her mom asked how school was. I'm going to have to help her start thinking up lies and cover stories for our "dates". We both agree that as often as we can we will skip out of work and school to try and see each other once a week, even if it's only for an afternoon. At 9:30 her parents kick her off the computer for bed. I say my goodnights to her and realize it's going to be awhile before I can see her again, probably at least 7 or 8 days. This sucks. Just thinking about her smooth skin and the tiny volcano between her legs makes me hard. The second I think of the taste of her juice when she came in my mouth has me so rock hard that I go in search of my wife. Lately our sex has become the rather droll routine most married couple's experience, so she is pleasantly surprised when I find her folding clothes in the living room and decide to manhandle her. I bend her round ass over the arm of the chair and rail her just the way she likes it: hard, fast and deep. When I finally drop a load in her stomach she has handprints on her ass where my hands were grabbing her plump butt and pulling her back onto me. As I step back and see her ass pointed in the air, face down in the chair gasping for air with cum leaking from her freshly fucked cunt I decide to go a little further.
        I step to the side and slide 3 fingers into her cum drenched hole and lift up a tiny bit, just far enough for me to get the first knuckle of my thumb into her ass. Still gasping for air she yelps at this new unexpected penetration. 
	I saw it on some weird website, they called it "The bowling ball" (since you had your fingers in her pussy and thumb in her ass). The direction was to stand beside a woman bent over and make a massaging motion, almost as if you are gently squeezing a tennis ball in your hand. Slowly working your fingers and thumb as close together as possible. The squishy noises my hand made while working her over were lewd and obscene. Tiffany raises herself up on her elbows and looks over her shoulder with a look a curiosity, annoyance and lust.
	"Uuhhmmpph...what are you doing?" she asks weakly, unable to put up much a fight after the pounding she just took. From the way the annoyance is changing to pleasure on her face I don't think she wants me to stop anyways. Still as she turned her head to look over her shoulder this places her face near my dick. I can't resist, and at this point why bother, let's see how far she will go so I grab a handful of her beautiful brown hair and shove my cum and juice covered cock towards her panting mouth.
	"Don't worry about what I'm doing. Suck me off." I say flatly and plainly. She twists herself up and obliges, taking my semi hard and fluid covered cock into her mouth and works it over with her tongue. One of the reasons I married her was...well no...check that....one of the reasons I continued dating her was because of how well she sucked dick. The fact that I fell in love with her during all our time dating had more to due with what an incredible woman she was, the cocksucking skill was just a bonus. Regardless, like I said before, I like porn head and Tiffany can suck a dick like she was trained by Linda Lovelace herself. I can feel the cum and pussy juice being washed off my dick by her talented tongue all the while working my fingers and thumb deeper and closer. 
         She has to stop for air and when she does she moans loudly and falls limply back into the chair, still with a hand on my cock giving it token attention. With my right hand partially invading both her pussy and ass from behind I take my left hand and slide it down her belly and start rubbing her clit. Since she's still bent over the arm of the chair this means the back of my hand is on top of the armrest, and I'm standing right next to her with my coated cock on her hip. The stimulation on her clit sends her moaning and twitching like a desperate slut. 
         She tries to take my hand off of her clit, but by lifting up with my right hand, my "bowling hand" I take a lot of weight off of her feet and drive her face into the chair cushions. With both my hands massaging, frigging and rubbing every area in and around her pussy and ass I know she won't be able to last long even if she is really uncomfortable. She can't really move out of the position she is in because of the way I can manipulate her balance, so she has little choice but to simply moan, grunt and squirm as I bring her to orgasm. 
         She can fight it only so long and I force an orgasm from her. Her mouth is wide open but no sound or air comes out, the stimulation and force of climax rendering her unable to breath. The remains of the cum and pussy juice from off of my dick mix with her saliva and leak obscenely from her open mouth, down her chin to form a pool on the chair cushion. Her face is red from her inability to catch her breath; her whole body is shuddering uncontrollably as I over stimulate her clit into a long and uncomfortable orgasm. After about 20 seconds of into her convulsion my bowling hand starts to cramp up a little. I relent on my stimulation assault and take my hand from her drenched slit with an audible slurp. Only after my hand is removed from her backside and I slide my left from underneath her does she gasp for air and begin to try and regain some sort of regular breathing pattern. I can tell she is utterly spent and breathing heavily into the chair cushions, face down in an unseemly pool of spit, cum and pussy juice.
	"What the fuck was that?" she spits out as angrily as she can. While it sounded more like a whimper I can tell she is shocked and more than a little pissed off. I highly doubt anyone ever forced an orgasm from her, and we certainly never talked about such a thing. As I stood there I was suddenly kind of surprised at myself as well. She starts to lift herself and finds stands of the spit, cum and juice cocktail attached from her lip and cheek stretch down to the pool on the cushion.
	"Eeeewwwoohh my Gawd that is sooo disgusting...." She says weakly. I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. She puts up a token fight against me lifting her up, but it's mostly for appearances. She doesn't really want to walk anywhere, so she grabs me around my neck and lets me carry her up the stairs, all the while mumbling what an asshole I am for not talking to her about things before trying them out. I lay her down on the bed and cover her with a sheet before I go turn on the water to run her a hot bath. By the time I grab some of the big soft guest towels and candles from the guest room the water is full and the perfect temperature. I pick her up and carry her to the oversized tub and spend the first ten minutes with my arms wrapped around her from behind, just holding her to my chest in the soothing hot water.
	I spend the next 30 minutes or so gently washing her, cleaning her all over. I make a point to kiss each part of her before and after I clean it. We lay there for another 15 minutes afterwards talking over what had happened.
	"Seriously what the fuck was that? Where did that come from?" she asks plainly, her anger dissipated in the warm water. It takes me a second to think of an answer, and I can't find one.
	"I don't know, babe." I answer honestly." Just...thought it would be kind of fun....sort..of. I guess. You seemed to like it...." I said as my voice trailed off.
	"Well...I mean I did. I came hard for...Jesus I don't know, a really long time. It's just you have to warn me a little. I mean not ask me, that was part of what made it, like ...great I guess. It's just we have to talk about that kind of stuff first. Or at least some kind of warning..."
	"Okay. You're right. Maybe some kind of safe word too?" I suggested.
	"PFFFffttt. How about 'Asshole' or 'Dickhead'? How about 'Get your fucking thumb out of my ass'?" she says, a little of her anger returning.
	"You know I love you more than anything, right?"
	"Yes I know. I love you, too. Even when you frig my clit when I don't want you too."
	We kiss and embrace for a few more minutes in the now tepid water. I lift her out and gently dry her off before carrying her to the bed. As I gently pat her down we go back to talking about normal things, groceries and bills that need paid. I grab a pair of panties and a t-shirt, but she feels good enough to dress herself at this point. Sitting on the edge of the bed I kneel in front of her as she drops one of my old t-shirts over her head.
	"Feel better?"  I ask slightly apologetically. With me kneeling and her sitting on the bed she has the rare occasion of looking down at me.
	She nods and places a hand on each side of my face "I feel MUCH better. I'm still probably going to have to skip sex for a day or two. I can't take another night like that for a few days." She pulls me in and we kiss. The she slides her hands back a little further and grabs my ears firmly, pulling my head back. "Don't ever do that without warning me again!" she says through tight lips. The anger in her voice is betrayed by the laughter in her eyes. The shock and pain did not match the satisfaction and enjoyment she got from it. I try my best to suppress a smile knowing that she just gave me permission to do it again, I just have to warn her first. I feel good knowing we shared something that gave us both a great deal of pleasure, but more than anything it brought us together and made us an even closer more loving couple. 
         It's almost midnight, and as I drift off too spooning my wife I am as content and relaxed as I have been in a long, long while. Blowing off work and fucking two hot girls in the same day will tend to do that. 
	
