Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 23:51:05 -0600 From: Kendall Hart <kendall.hart40@gmail.com> Subject: Family Pleasures, Part 1 This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not intended for reading by anyone under the age of 18. All characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental. Do not read further if you are under 18 or if pornography is illegal in the area in which you live. Comments may be sent to kendall.hart@inbox.com -- No flames please, I shouldn't have to deal with that after posting here. More to come -- I just don't know when. Family Pleasures By and copyright Kendall Hart, 2007 (MFg, Gg, inc, ped, cons, oral) The first time I had sex with a pre-pubescent girl, it was my five year-old daughter, Dawn, who ended up having sex with my wife Christy and I because of a thunderstorm. Well, a thunderstorm and the fact that my bisexual wife's lesbian tendencies have always been a bit pedophiliac in nature. Which, it seems, is catching, even if they aren't lesbian tendencies for me. First, I guess I should tell you about me and Christy. I'm thirty, filthy fucking rich because of a couple of inventions I came up with for computers (if your computer's hard drive is measured in terabytes, or your RAM, you owe me a thank you -- or not, since I've got a chunk of your money), and Christy . . . well, she's twenty, comes from a family of white trash, and married me when she was fourteen and I was twenty-four, because she was pregnant with Dawn. Yeah, I had an affair with a young girl -- deal. I met her when I was still working on my doctorate in computer design, during a summer when I was working to earn money for my last year of college. I was twenty-two, Christy was twelve, and we met at my weekend job, lifeguarding for the municipal pool in her tiny hometown in Louisiana. (My "normal" job, the one that earned me *real* money, was handling the servers for the local cable company's internet service.) She developed a crush on me, managed to hide after the pool closed one night, waited until I'd cleaned up and started showering, then came in and started sucking my cock. I hadn't been laid in over a year at that point (doctoral candidates have NO time to themselves, not if they're SERIOUS about getting the degree fast), and there was no way I could have made myself stop her. I ended up fucking her silly, and damned if I didn't fall in love. Over that summer, we fucked our brains out, and she brought another girl with her a few times -- Christy's very bi -- addicting me further to sex with her. We kept up an email friendship after that summer, while I finished my doctorate, earning a HUGE chunk of money from a trust fund set up by my great-great grandfather, one that paid based on academic achievement (a doctoral degree paid me fifty million dollars on completion). I spent the summer after being awarded my doctorate in computer design in Borden, Christy's hometown, on a "vacation" prior to starting my work on the Grey drive for computers (my name's Mark Grey, but people assume that the Grey Drive is from the habit of calling the so-called alien visitors to Earth "greys" -- it probably helps sales). Over that summer, I bought a small house in Borden, so I could come visit Christy more often, and she and I fucked the summer away with occasional help from her various girlfriends. After I moved to California to start my company, I came to Borden once a month for a three- or four-day weekend, and spent those fucking Christy and whatever girlfriend she wanted to share me with. Not very long after she turned fourteen, Christy's birth control pills failed, and she got pregnant. Soon as she told me, I went to Borden, and we tried to figure out what to do. Getting married was my idea, and it worked -- Christy's white-trash parents (and I kid you not, these people were almost stereotype white trash -- ignorant, unclean, ill-mannered, and both alcoholics) were more than willing to let me marry their fourteen year-old daughter -- once I mentioned that, if I married her, I'd feel obligated to help her family financially. They had two more daughters, then (and another a year or so later), and needed the money, *wanted* the money. So Christy and I were married, and I took Christy to California with me. I paid tutors to help her keep up with her schoolwork while she was pregnant (that girl LOVED learning, still does), and a nanny after Dawn was born, so she could stay in school. Once high school was done, we kept the nanny so that Christy could attend college classes -- which she does online still, though not in pursuit of a degree, just to learn. Last year, I finished the Grey Drive, produced a thousand inexpensive but reliable desktop computers with stupid amounts of memory, and five thousand laptops with similar factors going for them -- and then waited. Once the offers to buy me out started coming in, I announced an auction for my company and patents (both owned wholly by me and me alone), and two months ago, I sold both for a total of nine-point-two billion dollars. Thirty years old and a multi-billionaire. Gorgeous twenty year old wife who's actively bisexual and likes to share women (or at least girls) with me. Little girl we love and dote on. Who needs more? I bought a tiny little island off the coast of Maine, renovated the big mansion there, outfitted the place to my liking, and we moved there. But we had company, company that I hadn't expected. Two days before Christy, Dawn and I were scheduled to move out to the mansion on Red Gull Island, Christy's parents' alcoholism finally caught up with them, and her father wrapped his car around a tree at about ninety miles an hour, killing himself and Christy's mother -- and leaving Christy's three younger sisters with no parents and no relatives who could and would take care of them but us. Of course I took them in. In the first place, they are my wife's sisters. In the second place, they didn't choose their parents. In the third place, I loved them all myself. Christy and her sisters look like freaking quadruplets, just born at five year intervals. It's kind of cool, really. Christy is five-three, a hundred and eight pounds, well-toned, with B-cup breasts and a small waist above the most beautifully rounded ass I've ever seen. Her wavy, strawberry-blond hair hangs about midway down her back, and she's got green eyes set in a face rather like a that of the actress Emmy Rossum, but more pale. Her fifteen year-old sister Eve is five-two, weighs about a hundred and five, has C-cup breasts (and nipples that have never, since she developed tits, been other than hard -- not that I've seen, anyway), and otherwise, looks a great deal like Christy, though a little less strawberry and a little more blond. Not-quite-ten Laura is four feet, five inches, and weighs about sixty pounds. Her body hasn't started developing yet (though her ass is already beautifully rounded), but she's still a beautiful girl, looking just like Christy did at that age, except that her eyes are blue and her hair straight (and the same shade of strawberry-blond as Christy's). And five year-old Belinda is a little doll, a couple-three inches over three feet tall, weighing in at about thirty-five pounds. Her hair is straight, like Laura's, but she has the green eyes of Christy and Eve, with hair that's blond with a *touch* of strawberry to it. Dawn, my daughter and Christy's, looks a *lot* like Belinda, save that she's an inch or so taller, and has my blue eyes -- and hair the color of an autumn sunset, a deep, rich, still-flaming red. She and Christy's youngest sister could be sister's themselves, easily. So here I am, on an island twenty miles from the coast of Maine, with five beautiful girls and a ton of money. It took a while for Christy's sister's to settle in, but they did. We went to the mainland three or four times a week at first, shopping, seeing movies, letting them see people they didn't live with, at first -- but Eve told Christy that, what with there being a pool and all sorts of electronic games and computer stuff on the island, we didn't need to go so often -- the girls were content, for now, to be with us. That being the case, we cut the mainland trips back to once a week, and settled in to enjoy the summer and let the girls get over their parents' deaths. Now, with Christy's sisters there, we weren't seeking female company at all, not until we figured out a way to tell them that Christy was bi and we liked to have other girls join us in bed -- not exactly the easiest thing to tell a bunch of recently orphaned girls, you know? The funny part of this was that we had to caution our daughter, Dawn, who was almost exactly the age of little Belinda, having been born three days before her youngest aunt, not to talk about it. See, we'd never hidden the fact that Mommy likes girls too, and she and Daddy sometimes have sex with other girls, from our daughter. We never hid anything about sex from Dawn -- she'd seen us doing everything we'd do together, even seen us with another woman (well, other women -- four or five, I wasn't sure how many). She knew about sex, what it was for (making babies and showing people that you loved them), and that most people thought it should be between two people only, but that Mommy and Daddy were different. We just had to make sure she understood that she shouldn't ask why we weren't bringing home any other girls until we told her it was okay. She accepted it, though she didn't really understand it. Then came the thunderstorm. Dawn had never liked thunderstorms, and tended to come and crawl in bed with us when one came up -- we didn't mind, she was only five, she could learn not to be scared of storms later. What we didn't anticipate was the speed with which a storm could come up out here in the Atlantic, and how very violent they could be out here. It was late -- about one in the morning -- and Christy and I had stayed up to watch a movie on satellite before going to bed. We'd both been made horny by some pretty hot (very hot, for an R-rated film) lesbian scenes in the movie, and when we got in bed, there was no doubt but that there would be sex. I ate her out almost as soon as we were in bed, both of us getting so lost in the sex that we didn't notice the rise of the storm, the way the thunder rattled the windows and shook the house a little. I'd just moved up and slipped my cock into my wife's still-tight pussy, pumped a time or two -- and the bedroom door opened, and Dawn came in, pale and almost crying. I froze, but didn't pull out. Dawn had been in bed with us while we made love before, and if Christy didn't tell me to, I wasn't going to actually stop, just pause (and probably continue at a more gentle pace -- I like to fuck my wife hard, and that's how she likes to be fucked, most times). "Mommy, Daddy, I'm scared," Dawn said, looking down at her feet (out of shame at being scared, not any shock or shame over what we were doing). "Can I come in here with you? `Cause the thunder's really loud." "Of course, sugar," Christy said, patting the bed beside her. "Do you mind if Daddy and I finish making love? Or do you need us both to cuddle you?" "No, you can finish," Dawn said, crawling up and laying down with her head on her mother's shoulder. "I like the way the bed moves when you make love. And if I'm here with you, I don't gotta be scared." So I started moving again, more slowly than usual, not wanting to freak our daughter. She watched her mother's face for a minute, giggled when Christy keened as she had her first orgasm, and looked back and forth between her mother's face and pussy. (Normally, we'd have pulled a sheet over us, but the night was warm, and we'd have had to disentangle completely to do that much, even. Besides, Dawn had seen her mother sucking my cock very energetically -- why shouldn't she see my cock going into her mother's pussy like she'd seen it going into Christy's mouth?) With me going slow, Christy wasn't coming as often, but I was going to last longer. Christy had her second orgasm, and neither of us noticed that Dawn had slid down in the bed some -- -- Until Dawn ducked her head a little, right after her mother finished her second orgasm, and licked her mother's right nipple languidly. Christy came again *immediately,* and very, *very* hard -- I had to freeze in place for a moment, unable to move in or out of her pussy as the strength of her orgasm caused her pussy to grip my dick like a bulldog with a bone. At the same time as she came, Christy let out a shriek of ecstasy, and her hand came up to the back of our daughter's head, held it in place. Dawn knew about happy shrieks, and since her mother had made one, and was holding her head where it was, she decided she'd done the right thing -- and started sucking on her mother's nipple, and lapping at it happily. In the meantime, once Christy's pussy stopped clamping on my dick, I started moving again, staring at my daughter's mouth where it worked happily on her mother's nipple, and fighting off an urge to fuck Christy as hard as I ever had. Then Christy said my name, very softly. "Mark?" she almost-whispered. I looked at my wife's face, saw the mixed expressions there, took a moment to sort them out, slowing my pumping into her pussy down still further as I did so. First, most prevalent, was naked lust. Christy wanted this to go on, that was plain as hell. Second was love -- honest love for our little girl, for me, for what was happening. Third was fear, fear that I'd be angry or repulsed. I'd known since the night I first fucked her that my wife had learned to eat pussy -- and to love having her own pussy eaten -- at the age of five, taught both things by her thirteen year-old babysitter. And I knew that, at least twice since she'd entered puberty, Christy had had sex with girls who were nowhere near puberty themselves, having a six-month long relationship with a seven year-old girl when she was thirteen, and a couple of encounters with a five year-old girl just a month or so before we were married. Hell, last year, we'd gone to Europe for a couple of months, and shared four different girls that Christy had seduced for us, the oldest being fifteen, two others fourteen -- and one eleven. And here was our five year-old daughter, sucking on her mother's nipple, her hand even now reaching across to stroke her mother's other breast, toy with her nipple. And I didn't object, couldn't object. If this went no further, okay. If it did go further, just between Dawn and Christy, even better. If it went further and included me? Fucking *awesome!* There was no real way to say these things, not without risking shocking or frightening Dawn. So I let touching do the talking. I shifted a little, took my weight more on my knees, kept pumping Christy's pussy and watching as our five year-old daughter sucked her mother's nipple and played with her mother's breast, and reached down with my left hand, stroked Dawn's hair gently, bent my head close to hers and said, "Sweetie, that's beautiful to see, and you're making Mommy very happy. Thank you, baby." Dawn didn't answer, but turned her head to look at me, smiled around her mother's nipple, and pressed her head lightly against my hand. Christy, realizing I was willing to let this go on, came again, hard and loud -- and I continued stroking Dawn's hair lightly, even as I fucked Christy a little more energetically, unable to maintain the slow pace I'd been maintaining in my own excitement. Christy came four more times in the three minutes it took me to come myself, each time harder than the last, and each shriek a little louder than the last. (I found myself glad that we had excellent soundproofing, with her three sisters sleeping not very far away.) Dawn continued to suck on and play with her mother's breasts while we finished, and when I moved off of Christy, I deliberately went to the other side of my daughter, as I would have if this were a normal night when she needed comfort and cuddling in the face of a thunderstorm. "Honey," Christy said, since Dawn hadn't stopped sucking on her nipple. "Sweetie, could you stop a minute? I got something I want to ask you." Dawn lifted her mouth slowly from her mother's nipple, letting her tongue trail off it in a fashion that damn near made me come again, and looked up at Christy. "Okay, Mommy," she said, her hand still stroking Christy's other breast. "What do you wanna ask me?" "Sweetie . . . could Mommy kiss you?" Christy said, her voice uneven, almost like a teenage boys voice as it changes. "I mean -- like a grown-up kiss, Dawn." "Okay, Mommy," Dawn said, and smiled. "I bet I like it." Christy gently cupped our daughter's cheek, leaned forward, and pressed her slightly-parted lips to Dawn's. In less than a second, Christy whimpered with need, and I saw her tongue push past Dawn's lips, into her sweet little mouth. For a moment, I could see their tongues fencing in the play of muscles on their jaws -- then Dawn did as she'd seen her mother do for me a hundred times or more, and started sucking on Christy's tongue like it was a little cock. Christy came immediately, her hips snapping hard, a shriek passing from her mouth into Dawn's, and Dawn giggled, lost her mother's tongue -- and sent her own tongue into Christy's mouth once her mother stopped shrieking. Christy sucked eagerly on Dawn's little tongue, her eyes drifting closed in ecstasy, her hand coming over to cup and stroke Dawn's sweet little ass. I was so close to coming that it wasn't funny, watching this. I had to start reciting the alphabet in binary under my breath to keep from blowing my load right there and then. After most of a minute, they broke -- right after Christy came again -- and Dawn, with no prompting at all, rolled to her other side to face me, and said, "Will you kiss me like a grown-up too, Daddy?" "I'd love to, Dawn," I said, and slid on hand up under Dawn's flame-red hair to the base of her neck, leaned close, and kissed my five year-old daughter as a lover. Her tongue met mine eagerly, and we darted them together and apart again, then Dawn drew my tongue into her mouth and started sucking on it happily, her tongue swirling around mine as she sucked -- and again, I found myself perilously close to coming. After a long minute of letting my daughter suck my tongue, I pulled it from her mouth, drew her tiny little tongue into my mouth, and sucked and that wet little muscle. My hand, like Christy's before me, drifted down to my daughter's tiny little ass, cupped and squeezed for the remainder of that kiss. Finally, we broke, and Dawn said, "I like grown-up kisses lots. Thank you, Daddy, thank you, Mommy." "You're welcome sweetie, and thank you," I said. "Dawn, baby," Christy said slowly, "would you like to do more grown-up stuff with me and your Daddy?" "Yes, please," Dawn said. "I like grown-up games." "Then can Mommy touch your pussy, Dawn?" Christy asked. "Will you let me touch yours if I let you touch mine?" Dawn asked. "Yes, baby!" Christy moaned. "Okay, please, then," Dawn said. "And . . . Daddy, will you touch my pussy and let me touch your dick?" "Yes, baby," I groaned. "I'd love that, Dawn." "Yay!" Dawn said. "This will be lots of -- oooooooo!" Christy had lifted Dawn's left leg -- the one that was up, since Dawn was facing me -- and slipped her hand between Dawn's legs, started gently rubbing her pussy. My eyes went down and locked on that sight, even as Dawn said, "Mommy, that feels sooooo goooood!" "I know, baby girl," Christy whispered, and licked the side of Dawn's neck. "Why don't you and Daddy kiss more while I rub your pussy, honey?" "Okay!" Dawn said. "Kiss me, Daddy!" I didn't need to be asked twice, just leaned forward and started kissing my little daughter as passionately and sexually as I had ever kissed my wife. She responded eagerly, and let out little moans and squeals as her mother rubbed her tiny little pussy. After maybe two minutes, Dawn let out a shriek of joy as her mother's gentle playing with her little pussy made her orgasm (humans can orgasm pretty much from birth, it only gets stronger and more defined with puberty), and she clung to me as the unfamiliar sensations swept her away. After she'd come from her mother's playing, Dawn rolled over and kissed Christy hungrily, then said, "Thank you, Mommy! That felt way better than anything!" "You're welcome, honey," Christy said. She raised her wet fingers, sticky with our little girl's pussy juices, licked one clean, moaned aloud, and said, "Dawn, your pussy tastes *so* nice!" Christy then reached over, offered me her still-wet middle finger, and I sucked it clean eagerly, reveling in the somehow lighter taste of Dawn's pussy, less salty and musky than a pubescent girl's or a woman's, and with a faint, sweet undertaste. "Mommy's right, baby girl," I said. "You taste wonderful." "Can I rub your pussy now, Mommy?" Dawn asked. "Yes, honey, please!" Christy said, flopping over on her back and spreading her legs to give Dawn access to her bare pussy (she'd had laser hair removal done right after we were married, since she liked to be bare, and, being married, could get the shave-eliminating procedure done legally). "Are you going to kiss Daddy while I rub you, Mommy?" Dawn asked. "I think Daddy would really like to be closer to you, baby, so he can see what you're doing," Christy said. "So I think I'll let him watch, not make him be up here where he can't see so well." "Okay, Mommy," Dawn said, and pillowed her head on the inside of Christy's left thigh, her mouth only a couple of inches from her mother's pussy, her little hand coming up to start rubbing it immediately. Christy came *immediately,* shrieked her orgasm loud and long, and Dawn smiled a sunny little girl smile, looked up at me, where I had my head pillowed on her mother's other thigh, and said, "I must be doing it right, Daddy, Mommy's coming an' yelling!" "You are, baby," I assured her. "You're making Mommy feel super-good." Dawn smiled and went back to playing with Christy's pussy, her little fingers mimicking what she'd seen me and other women do a couple of times, and what her mother had done to her only moments before -- and Christy had several orgasms in only five minutes, each more powerful than the last. Finally, I had to tell Dawn she needed to stop, because she was making Mommy very tired by making her feel super-good without any breaks. "Okay, Daddy," Dawn said, taking the two fingers she'd been using to rub her mother's clit and licking one clean before saying, "Yum! Mommy tastes good! You want to taste, Daddy?" "I've tasted Mommy lots, baby," I said. "You go ahead." Dawn sucked her other finger clean, licked all of her mother's juice off of her hand, then sat up, moved up beside her mother, and kissed Christy, a blatantly sexual kiss. "Oh, Dawn," Christy said softly. "Honey, you made Mommy come so much! Thank you, baby!" "You're welcome, Mommy," Dawn said. She looked at me, said, "Daddy? I never remember Mommy or any of you guys' girlfriends just rubbing your dick to make you come. How come?" "Well, sweetie," I said, "Men and boys can't come as much as girls and women, so we tend to want to do other things to get to come than hands, because those things feel better than just rubbing." "Oh," Dawn said. Her eyes got wide, and she said in an awed voice, "So if you and mommy lick me it's gonna feel *better* than when Mommy rubbed me?" "Oh, yes, baby," Christy said. "I promise, if you let us do that, it will feel way, way better than when I rubbed you!" "Of course I'm gonna let you do that," Dawn said. "I want to -- I want to do everything with you and Daddy, Mommy." "Aw, that's so sweet, honey," Christy said. "Would you like one of us to lick you now?" "Not yet," Dawn said. She looked serious for a moment, and said, "Daddy hasn't got to come yet, Mommy. And if he can't come so much, and I shouldn't make him come from rubbing him . . . will you teach me to suck Daddy's dick, Mommy?" I almost came *right there and then* -- and I swear, so did Christy. "All right, sweetie," Christy said. "I'll teach you. I want to see you suck your Daddy's cock anyway, honey. "But first . . . Mark, you might ought to lay back, close your eyes and do that binary alphabet trick for a little -- so you come down some, and don't go off the second Dawn's mouth touches you. If you watch me teach her, you'll probably come -- let's not waste it." I nodded, lay on my back with my legs spread some, and started reciting the alphabet in binary. I knew what Christy was going to do to teach Dawn about cocksucking, I'd seen her do it for other girls several times down the years, most recently the little eleven year-old English girl she'd seduced and shared with me while we were in London the summer before this one. My wife was right -- if I watched her teach our five year-old daughter to suck me by sucking on Dawn's fingers, having Dawn suck on hers, I'd probably shoot a wad just from the sight. So I started reciting ones and zeroes under my breath, trying to bore myself out of my excitement. "Zero, one, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one." That was for an upper-case "A" -- binary is great for computers, slow as hell for humans. "Zero, one, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one, zero." B. "Zero, one, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one, one." C. See why this was a useful trick for getting myself un-excited? I'd gotten through upper-case-Z, started the lower cases, gotten to lower-case E, when I felt a tiny little hand wrap around my barely-hard dick. Immediately, I got rock hard again, and opened my eyes as Dawn smiled up at me from where she knelt between my legs. Christy moved to pillow her head on my thigh, very close to my dick, and reached out to stroke Dawn's hair lovingly. "Like we talked about, baby girl," Christy said softly. "Make it nice for Daddy." "Yes, Mommy," Dawn said. She smiled up at me, said, "I love you, Daddy," and, before I could reply, bent and wrapped her sweet, tiny little mouth around the head of my cock and the inch or so below the head. Lights seem to flash before my eyes as my daughter's mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue started moving around the head of my cock, and she started sucking much harder than I expected. I could still see that delightful red hair falling to either side of my dick, my daughter's face between the two curtains of red as she sucked and tongued my cock, but those imaginary flashes of light still went off in my eyes, leaving me pleasantly dizzy and almost stunned as I gave myself over to the highly illicit pleasures of having a five year-old suck my cock -- and both illicit and pleasure were more than doubled by the fact that the five year-old was my own daughter. Dawn's sweet little tongue roved madly around my cock, tonguing the flat spot on the bottom of the head, tracing the rim of the head, swathing the entire head of my cock, then sliding along the flat spot and the part of the shaft that she had in her mouth repeatedly and at high speed. All the while, she sucked diligently -- not too hard, but more than hard enough to have me ready to come in a very short order -- and to make her mother, watching with hungry, almost crazy eyes, come herself, crying out and reaching out to stroke Dawn's hair after only a few seconds. After coming (and I could see both of her hands, and both of Dawn's, no one had touched my wife to make her come), Christy stroked Dawn's hair, pushed our daughter just a quarter inch or so further down on my cock as she did so, and said, "Oh, baby, watching you suck your Daddy's cock is the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time." Dawn lifted her mouth from my cock -- trailing saliva and my pre-come -- and said, "Thank you, Mommy -- I really like doing it!" Then my little girl lowered her mouth back to my cock, licked it once, and took it back in her mouth. I felt her swallow saliva and pre-come a moment later, then my baby girl started sucking even harder, and my world contracted down to the two and a half inches of my cock that she had in her mouth. I couldn't see anything but her little head, bent happily over my cock, couldn't feel anything but that part of my cock that she had in her mouth, and the glorious things her lips and tongue were doing to it. Her tongue increased its pace, her lips worked gently, her suction increased *again* -- and I came, came hard and fast, so hard and fast I couldn't warn her. That didn't matter, though -- Christy had warned our daughter about what would happen when I came, and Dawn seemed very ready for it. Her head moved up some, so that she had only the head of my dick and a little bit of the shaft below the rim of the head in her mouth, and Dawn accepted my come in her mouth with a happy little noise -- half squeal, half sigh -- and started swallowing happily. The action of my daughter's lips and tongue as she gleefully gulped down my come excited me further, and it took an active effort of will not to reach down and shove her sweet little mouth down further on my cock. (It didn't hurt my excitement level at all to realize that Christy was coming again, too, her pussy still untouched, coming from the sheer excitement she felt at watching our baby girl suck my cock.) After I finished coming, and had pretty much gone limp muscle-wise -- my cock didn't show any sign of softening, but every other muscle in my body relaxed -- Dawn slowly lifted her head from my cock, sucking hard as she did so as to get every drop of my come. When her mouth finally cleared the head of my dick, my sweet little girl looked up at me, smiled a sweet, sunny smile at me, and said, "Daddy, I love you -- and I love sucking your cock." "I love you, too, Dawn," I managed to say. "And I love having you suck my cock. Now w--" "Good, then I'm gonna suck it more!" Dawn said -- and plunged her mouth back on my cock, again sucking and swirling her tongue over my cock with seeming delight. "Oh, fuck," I groaned -- and Christy laughed, moved up and kissed me, then whispered in my ear. "Aren't you glad I told her your come would taste great?" Christy said. "I had her convinced she'd love it before she ever touched your cock with her mouth. Hell, I might have had her convinced . . . what, six months ago, when she walked in on you fucking my mouth back in California?" "That long ago?" I asked -- well, groaned. "Yeah," Christy said. "She asked me, afterwards, what it tasted like when you came in my mouth -- remember, I kissed Jenny, the girl we had with us, and she thanked me for giving her some of your come? So when I talked to Dawn about it the next day, she asked what come tasted like, and I . . . well, Mark, I pretty much conditioned her to expect come to taste great. Then I reinforced that while I was teaching her to suck you tonight, and . . . she'll suck you pretty much anytime you want, now, I think." "Owe you one," I panted. "Jesus, she's going faster! She's fucking bobbing!" Dawn had started bobbing up and down rather quickly on my cock, going from just half the head in her mouth to the full two and a half inches she could comfortably take. Her tongue was still moving quickly and wetly around my cock, and she seemed to be sucking still harder than before. "I told her if she wanted to make you come twice -- which she immediately said yes to -- that she should go faster and move up and down like I do, the second time," Christy said. "I figure if we're going to have sex with our little girl, we might as well make it the best sex we can." "Good idea," I said weakly. I was rapidly losing my ability to concentrate on conversation at all, as Dawn gave me a much wetter, much more energetic, much more active sucking than the first time. Christy laughed, moved back down to pillow her head on my thigh, and -- I was looking down, fascinated by my daughter's eagerness in sucking my cock -- reached one hand down between Dawn's legs, started rubbing our little girl's pussy slowly -- but with ever increasing speed. And as Dawn got excited, got sexually ramped up by her mother's playing with her pussy, she sucked my dick with increasing fervor. Soon my baby girl was taking almost half of my six-inch cock in her mouth on her wet, wild down-strokes, letting air slurp in on her up-strokes, and coating my cock in her saliva and my pre-come. Then Christy grinned at me, said, "Dawn, I'm gonna put a finger inside your pussy, now -- unless you don't want me to. If you don't, stop sucking Daddy's cock for a second and tell me." Dawn didn't stop, just turned her head a little towards my wife -- and nodded, still sucking my cock crazily as she did so. Christy smiled, leaned close and kissed Dawn's cheek -- and a second later, my little girl shrieked happily around her mouthful of my cock, sucked painfully hard for a second -- then started bobbing faster, tonguing more crazily, as my wife slid a finger in and out of Dawn's tiny little pussy. After about a minute of crazy-wet-semi-violent sucking from my sweet little girl, Dawn shrieked around my dick as she came from her mother's eager finger-fucking -- and I came in her mouth again, starting my come while she had my cock as deep in her mouth as she was taking it. This time, Dawn didn't pull up, just swallowed eagerly and as fast as she could, the sweet rolling of her tongue as she gulped down my come again making me crazy. After I stopped coming, Dawn lifted her mouth from my cock, moaned, "Love you, Daddy, love your cock, love Mommy's fingers in me, love Mommy, don't stop, Mommy, don't stop!" Christy didn't stop, not until Dawn came again -- but as soon as Dawn had come, the microsecond her tiny little pussy had stopped its spasms, Christy picked Dawn up bodily, moved her to the head of the bed, laid our daughter down with her head pillowed on my arm -- and moved down. My wife pushed Dawn's legs apart, whispered, "So beautiful, baby girl!" -- and pushed her face between Dawn's legs, eating her frantically and with no build-up. "Mommy!" Dawn cried. "So nice, Mommy! Lick me, Mommy, I like you licking me!" Christy came as soon as Dawn said that, with both her hands wrapped around our daughter's tiny thighs, not touching her own pussy at all. I became aware that my wife's pedophile lesbian tendencies -- which I had been aware of long before I married her -- were even stronger than I thought, or increased by the fact that she was making love to our daughter. Or maybe both . . . . Either way, it was a huge fucking turn on, and I found myself no longer content to just watch. I leaned over and kissed Dawn, fucking her sweet little mouth with my tongue, and she sucked on it between her cries and moans of enjoyment at what Christy was doing to her. My hands began rubbing her chest, and I found her tiny little nipples to be rock hard. I bent and kissed one, licked it wetly, and Dawn moaned her appreciation -- then yelled aloud in delight as she came from her mother's attentions, her tiny little body shuddering and bucking at the intensity of sensation that swelled up from her tiny pussy. Christy came when Dawn did, and I found myself approaching the build up of an orgasm myself. I leaned back, returned to the binary alphabet for a few moments as my orgasm backed off. In that time, both my daughter and my wife came again, and Dawn came so hard she went limp. Christy stopped eating our little girl's pussy, then, moved up and kissed me ferociously, let me lap Dawn's pussy juices off of her face, then bent and began kissing and cuddling Dawn, who clung to her mother and said "Thank you, Mommy," over and over again. After a few moments, Dawn turned to me and said, "Daddy, will you rub my pussy? And lick it for me? Please?" "Sure, baby," I said. "After that, I think you should pay your Mommy back, and lick her pussy." "I will," Dawn said. "But Mommy said that should be about the last thing I do, 'cause she won't be able to so much as move after I lick her." "I bet she's right," I said, laughing. I pulled Dawn close, rolled up on my side, and reached between her legs. Her pussy was very wet still, from what her mother had just done to her, and I decided that if I was going to do this, I was going to do it my own way. I shifted down a little, kissed my moaning, writhing little girl on the mouth, sent my tongue in for her to suck on -- and, as she started, I slipped the first two fingers of my right hand into Dawn's tiny, wet, *tight* pussy, causing her to shriek in shock and pleasure around my tongue. I started moving my fingers in and out of her slowly, letting my thumb bend down so that it would slide up that wet little slit and nudge her tiny little clit as I stroked into her, and Dawn squealed in delight as it happened for the first time. In very short order, Dawn came -- and so did her mother, though this time, Christy was playing with herself. I kept on finger-fucking my daughter, shifted my thumb so it would rub her clit more firmly as I stroked my fingers into Dawn, and increased the tempo of my finger fucking. Dawn came again, shrieking more loudly than the previous time, and I let my fingers stop their pumping, drew them out, licked them clean, reveled in the taste of my baby girl's pussy. "That was sooooo nice, Daddy," Dawn said in a dreamy voice. "I'm glad I'm going to be you and Mommy's girlfriend, now." "So am I, baby girl," I said, leaning down to kiss her, letting her suck on my tongue for a long moment. When we parted, I said, "Dawn, can I eat your pussy now? Lick you, I mean?" "Yes, please!" Dawn chirped, and threw her legs wide. "No, sweetie, I want to do this a little different than Mommy did it, okay?" I said. I laid down on my back, and when Dawn propped herself up to look at me, said, "Now, baby, you remember when we were in Ireland, and you came in while Mommy and I were having sex with that sweet red-haired girl, Kate?" Fourteen year-old Kate had been a joy, randy, ready and eager, and, after a little coaching from Christy, a champion cocksucker. "I 'member," Dawn said. "She was kind of sitting on Mommy's face so Mommy could lick her while she sucked your cock." "That's right, Dawn," I said. "And I'd like you to get over my face that way, honey." "Oh, neat!" Dawn said. She grinned and said, "Okay Daddy -- and I want to sit on Mommy's face and suck your cock, sometime." "Oh, baby, Mommy wants that, too," Christy said, reaching over and squeezing Dawn's little butt as my baby girl moved to clamber over my face. "And maybe to sit on your face while I suck Daddy's cock, too." "Okay, Mommy," Dawn said. "That sounds fun, too!" Dawn had moved over me, now, and was shifting around to make us both comfortable. Her size made this interesting, as she was facing the headboard, not my feet, but she was limber enough (and light enough) to make it work. Her knees rested on the pillow next to the joints of my jaw, with her feet and lower legs running back up onto my shoulders and upper chest. She started to lean forward and grab the headboard, but Christy stopped her. "Wait a second, baby," Christy said. "Mark, move down some, would you? I want room to get above you and kiss Dawn while you eat her pussy." I obliged my wife -- after all, if not for her, I'd never have discovered the joys first of younger girls, then of my daughter -- and Christy soon knelt just above my head, with Dawn leaning forward a little, that tiny pussy right over my mouth, her hands on her mother's shoulders. Even as Christy kissed Dawn, sent her tongue into our little girl's mouth to be sucked, I cupped Dawn's tiny little ass in my hands, and slipped my tongue out to trace the crack of her pussy, forcing it in some and flicking firmly against her tiny little clit at the top. Dawn squealed, rocked against my mouth, and I was off. I opened my mouth, pressed it over her entire pussy, and started tonguing my five year-old daughter's clit eagerly, not hard, but rapidly. Dawn came quickly, shrieking her happiness into her mother's mouth, even as Christy came with her, and my cock began throbbing. I ate my daughter's pussy for a long time, tonguing her clit with flickers, then sucking on it gently, then just resting my tongue against it and letting the rocking of her body as she necked with her mother supply the stimulation of her clit. I finished her off by curling my tongue into a tube and slurping on her clit until she came so hard that the snapping of her hips actually caused my nose to redden and swell just a little, then stopped and let her collapse into her mother's arms. For a couple of minutes, Dawn just cuddled with her mother, and with me when I moved up to kneel beside them, and breathed very hard. Finally, she looked up at me and said, "Thank you, Daddy! You ate my pussy *nice!*" "You're welcome baby," I said. I took her from her mother's arms, kissed her passionately, and looked at Christy. "You'd better lie down, dear -- I doubt like hell that you'll be able to stay sitting up while Dawn eats you, you know?" "God, yes!" Christy moaned, and moved to lie down with her legs spread. "Sweetie, are you ready to lick Mommy's pussy?" "Yes, Mommy," Dawn said, wiggling out of my arms and bending over to first kiss her mother's mouth, then her nipples. "I been ready a while -- you taste nice!" "Thank you, Dawn," Christy said. "Thank you, baby -- I love you." Dawn knelt between her mother's legs and smiled at her mother, a sweet, loving smile that made her look both younger and more beautiful. "I love you, too, Mommy." Then my baby girl leaned forward, stretched out on her belly with her legs kicking up idly so that her feet almost touched her sweet little ass, and kissed her mother's pussy like it was a mouth, her tongue parting Christy's pussy lips and sliding inside -- even as Christy shrieked and came, having what might have been the most powerful orgasm of her life. When Dawn's tongue touched Christy's clit, my wife came again *before her first orgasm had even finished,* her shriek getting louder for a moment before she ran out of breath. Dawn smiled with her mouth still pressed against her mother's pussy, then started flicking her tongue over Christy's clit in rapid little movements, sending Christy so far over the top that she might have been looking up from the bottom. Dawn's lips and tongue were never still for the next several minutes, and my wife had what seemed to be an unending orgasm for the entire time that Dawn ate her pussy, and was damn near an unending scream of joy. Finally, Christy spasmed hard -- the weight of my head on her pubic mound (damned RIGHT I was watching this from as close as I could!) is probably all that kept her from bruising Dawn's mouth and nose -- and then went totally, utterly limp. I glanced up, saw her eyes were closed, and heard her breathing slow and deepen. Dawn's eating of her mother's pussy had knocked Christy out. I grinned, reached down and lifted Dawn gently away, chuckled as she made a little "I want more" whimper and stuck her tongue out to preserve the contact with her mother's clit, and started making out with my daughter, tasting her mother's pussy on her little mouth and her cheeks and chin as I kissed her repeatedly and sexually. "Your mother was right," I said in a soft voice, my lips brushing against Dawn's lightly. "She can't so much as move, honey. You made Mommy feel so good that she passed out, honey! "So, are you ready to sleep, honey-bunny?" "Not quite, Daddy," Dawn said, and smiled up at me. " 'Member, Mommy said that eating her pussy was only about the last thing I should do." "What's the last thing, baby?" I asked. "Mommy said that eating me out and watching me eat her would make you really hot an' excited, so I should make sure to suck you one more time before we go to sleep," Dawn said, bending and licking my cock as I knelt there on the bed. "And I like sucking you anyway, so I'm gonna!" With that, Dawn lowered her mouth onto my steel-hard cock, and started sucking, tonguing and bobbing. I moaned, fisted my hands in the sheets, and fought not to thrust up into Dawn's sweet little mouth. After about a minute, Dawn gulped down a mouthful of pre-come and saliva, then lifted her head, trailing the mixture between her mouth and the head of my cock, and asked me one of those questions that makes a man want to come right away. "You always grab Mommy's head when she sucks you -- and the other girls who suck you that I seen, you grab their heads, Daddy." Dawn looked up at me with big, soulful eyes, and asked, "Will you grab my head, too, Daddy? I'm a big girl, you can do that." "I . . . didn't want to scare you, baby," I said. "Sometimes, when I get excited, I pull a girl's head down while she sucks me, and I didn't want to scare you by doing that." "It's okay, Daddy," Dawn said. "I love having your dick in my mouth -- will you please grab my head?" I couldn't have said no if I'd wanted to, which I very much did NOT want. I nodded, Dawn gave me a sweet, loving smile, and bent to take my cock in her mouth again. Immediately, I put my hand on the back of her head, pushed my baby girl down just a little, then let up. She bobbed in the rhythms I made, then, and I was very, very careful not to force her tiny, eager mouth too far down on my cock. When I came, which did *not* take long, I did push Dawn down as far as she could go without gagging, and she went and stayed willingly while I spurted my come into her mouth. She gulped it down happily, then sucked me clean as she pulled her mouth slowly off of my cock. "Thank you, baby doll," I said, and Dawn told me I was welcome before swarming up and half-climbing my torso so that she could kiss me. We soon fell asleep, Dawn between me and her mother, happy, safe and loved -- if not in quite the usual way. In the morning, I awoke as Dawn climbed out of bed over me, then padded to the bathroom. When she came back, she said, "Daddy, we got all sweaty last night. Can you take a shower with me?" "Sure, honey," I said. I looked at my wife, sleeping deeply, and said, "Let's not disturb Mommy, though. She's still worn out from how good you made her feel." "Okay," Dawn said, and went into the master bath ahead of me. I glanced at the clock saw that it was only eight. Amazing, after the sexual excesses of the night before, that I should wake so easily so early -- or was it? I'd read that sleep after sex counted for more, somehow, since the body went straight to the deeper levels of sleep, the ones that do the most good. Something to think about. I set the water temperature, aimed the spray so that Dawn could step in and out of it easily (she couldn't reach the showerhead, which is why she usually asked to shower with me or her mother -- an event that would surely take on new meaning at least part of the time, now), and helped her step into the high-sided tub. At first, we both concentrated on just getting clean, me helping Dawn wash her hair (baby shampoo in every shower, just for her), her scrubbing my back for me when I sat down so she could reach. It was while she was having me scrub her back that I accidentally asked a question that only expanded the sexual pleasures in my life. "Honey, you've been in bed with me and Mommy when we made love before," I said, soaping Dawn's back with a sponge-glove. "Now, I'm very glad you started sucking on Mommy's nipple last night -- but why last night?" "I guess 'cause of Laura an' Eve," Dawn said. "I saw them doing that, and thought it would be nice." "Oh?" I said, my cock, already semi-hard from being in the shower with my new lover, suddenly becoming tempered steel. "When did you see that? And what were they doing?" "Last night when I came out of my room, to go to you and Mommy's room," Dawn said. "Eve's door was open, and I saw her an' Laura on the bed. Laura was rubbing Eve's pussy, I think -- that's where her hand was, anyway -- and just when I came out, Laura said, `I love you, Eve, I love you so much,' and then bent over an' licked and sucked on Eve's nipple. Eve made a happy shriek like Mommy does, so I knew it felt good. "So when I got in with you and Mommy, I wanted to show her I love her, and I just did what Laura did. An' that turned out real nice!" "Yes, it did, baby," I said, and nudged her under the spray to rinse. "Thank you again for last night, honey-bunny." Dawn turned, saw my rampaging cock, and giggled. "You're all hard again. Can I suck your cock, Daddy?" I moaned a yes, and Dawn simply bent over a little and took my dick in her mouth, started sucking hard and eager. I was nearing coming when Christy opened the shower door and stepped in, grinned, and kissed me good morning while stroking our daughter's head. I came very soon -- first come of the day -- and Christy knelt and kissed Dawn. After they broke, I said, "I should go down and start breakfast. Dawn, tell your mother what you told me about why you decided to suck her nipple last night before you guys come down, okay?" "Yes, daddy," Dawn said -- and fastened her mouth on her mother's nipple for a moment as I got out and dried off quickly. I dressed in khaki's and a polo shirt and went downstairs to start breakfast, my head whirling with visions of my wife's older two sisters making incestuous love, which gave me another serious hard-on.