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
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What man doesn’t dream of fucking a young girl like Sam? Personally, I
think if they’re 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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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 lying 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
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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 at 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.
“Ohhhhhh....,” 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