Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 11:36:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Naughty Daddy

My Naughty Daddy

     Last week I received an email from a girl called Cindy who thanked me
for replying to her.  I vaguely recalled having earlier sent a standard
response directing her where to find all my stories on nifty.  I get dozens
of emails and it's hard to keep track of them all.  She went on to say that
she'd read almost all of my stuff, which is a lot of reading, and she
gushed on about how exciting it all was, how realistic, etc.  Nothing about
her email was unusual; I get lots of emails from girls.  It's not just guys
who are into underage sex and incest.  But what grabbed my attention was
her revealation that her daddy was like the daddies in my stories, and she
hinted that he was doing things with her that most people would deplore (or
at least pretend to; there's a lot of hypocracy out there).  Then came the
kicker.  "My daddy loves me and I love him so much.  I'm eleven."
     My first reaction was that the email was from some lonely old pervert
trying to pass himself off as a horny preteen girl, but she'd attached a
couple of pictures which she said were of her and her dad.  In the first,
they were both naked, standing side by side on a beach, smiling at the
camera, his arm round her shoulders.  He was either half-hard, or had an
unusually big dick.  Legally this couldn't be called child porn.  Photos of
naked kids in a "family setting" don't fit the definition.  He was
remarkably good looking.  She was absolutely fucking stunning.  Her body
was slender, with narrow hips and no tits at all.  Her hair was long and
blonde, and she had the face of an angel.  In the second pic they were both
dressed and she was sitting on his lap with her back to him, her legs
hanging outside this thighs which were in turn wide apart so that hers
splayed in the most provocative way, her dress bunched up round her hips,
proudly displaying the crotch of her blinding, white knickers.  He had a
big grin on his face, as if to say, "Look at my sexy little girl!"
     I thought carefully about how to respond.  It seemed unlikely that a
preteen girl would react so enthusiastically to my literary efforts.  Older
women?  Well yes, a few, but the vast majority of my fans are guys looking
for wanking fantasies, which I'm glad to supply.  On balance, the whole
thing was probably a hoax.  I've had hoaxes before and my policy is to play
along with them, letting the writer deliver more and more lurid
descriptions of what he's doing to his little girl or boy, until the whole
thing gets too preposterous and I call him on it.  They all confess and
apologise.  I forgive them and thank them for an exciting, vicarious
adventure.
     I replied, attaching a head shot of myself and thanking her for the
pictures, saying how utterly adorable she was, and how good looking her
daddy was, adding that I envied him.  I said that I'd love to hear details
about what she and Daddy did together, adding that confidentiality was
ensured, that I'd never, ever tell anyone about it.  I signed off, leaned
back in my chair and looking at the pictures, had a delicious wank.
     "I don't remember when it all started," she said in her reply.  "For
as long as I can remember, Daddy's been hugging and kissing me and stroking
my body all over.  He used to touch my pee pee and kiss it, pushing his
tongue in me, taking his sweet time.  I love it!  It's been going on for
years.  He likes to show off his big dick, standing naked in front of me
while I sit on the toilet, peeing.  He takes hold of it and pretends it's a
puppet.  In a squeaky voice, he says, 'Hello, I'm Mr. Dick.'  and wags it
up and down.  'Hello, Mr. Dick,' I say.  He squeaks, 'Give me a hug and a
kiss.'  I take hold of it in my hand, then lean forward and kiss it.  It's
always rock hard.  One day he got carried away and wanked himself off,
cumming on my face and chest.  It wasn't long before he let me suck it and
he came in my mouth.  I didn't mind the taste and now I can't get enough of
it.  He likes me to swallow.  He says his cock is only seven inches long,
but it looks much bigger to me.
     "Last year, when Mommy died, he let me sleep in his bed, and I'd lie
in his arms all night long, feeling his hard cock pressed against my back,
knowing how much he loved me.  One night, about six months ago, I was lying
in bed on top of him and I pulled my knees up until my pee pee was pressing
against his cock.  He had his hands on the sides of my chest and he ran his
thumbs over my nipples. '"I want you inside me, Daddy,' I whispered, but he
wouldn't do it, even though I begged him.  I started to cry, but he told me
that if we had real sex, he'd end up feeling terribly guilty and wouldn't
be able to live with himself.  "But I suck you off," I said.  "Do you feel
guilty about that?"  He told me that it didn't count as it wasn't real
sexual intercourse, it was just his way of letting me love him, but there
was a line he didn't want to cross."
      She attached some more pics, one of them of daddy's rigid cock,
bright red with a string of cum hanging from the end.  "I'd just sucked him
off," she wrote.  The other pics were of her lifting her dress to display
her knickers, and one of her hanging upside down from the monkey bars of a
kids' playground while her smiling dad and several other dads looked on.
Her dress had fallen to her armpits, revealing her nipples.  "He has lots
of pics of me naked," she continued, "and I'l love to send them to you but
he has them in a file which is password protected and I can't get at them.
I hope you like these few.  I know he shows them to some of his friends.  I
can tell because when they come to the house to visit, they all give me
that special hungry look and when I let them look up my dress, their eyes
pop out, and they say how sexy I look, just like my pictures.  Daddy loves
all this and encourages me to do handstands and cartwheels to show off my
knickers, and finds ways to get my clothes off, like spilling ketchup on my
dress so I have to take it off and put it in the washing machine.  Once or
twice his friends have felt me up, even when Daddy was watching, and he
just grinned.  Once, he even let my uncle take pics of me in the bathtub,
lying back with my legs apart."
     I did like her pictures.  I liked them enough to have another glorious
wank.  I still thought that I was being taken for a ride.  Perhaps the
writer was actually her dad, either describing real events, or just venting
his fantasies.  I started logging on every hour, hoping for another email.
     Then, the next day, I get an email from a guy called Hugh.  He wrote,
"I've discovered that my daughter Cindy has been sending you emails.  I've
read them all and I'm appalled that she should make such allegations about
me and send you pictures that are the private property of this family.  I
must ask you to please delete the emails and photos and not mention
anything of this matter to anyone else.  I'm relying on your discretion.  I
know you are the author of fictional stories posted on nifty, and though I
admire your style and have enjoyed reading them for years, I must insist
that you do not use anything Cindy wrote about in any future publication.
Cindy has betrayed my confidence and will be suitably punished."
     This put a different spin on things.  On the good side, it now seemed
unlikely that I was the victim of a hoax.  Why would a hoaxer try to shut
everything down when it was just getting interesting?  On the bad side, all
I had were some general descriptions of daddy/daugher sex and a handful of
wankable pictures.  I thought carefully before replying.
     "Hi, Hugh.  First of all, I promise you you that I'll never, never
reveal anything that Cindy wrote, and no one else has access to my
computer.  Your secrets are safe with me.  If you are saying that Cindy
made the whole thing up, then I will accept that and the matter is closed.
If, on the other hand, there IS anything to her 'allegations', you have no
cause for alarm.  I would never judge any man for indulging in any kind of
sexual activity as long as both parties consent.  If anything happened
between you and your daughter, it would seem to have been with her willing
cooperation.  With regard to sex with underage children and incest, if you'
ve read my stories, you'll know that I'm obviously aroused by it, and
rather than condemning you, I hold you in high regard, in fact, I have to
confess I'm jealous.  Your daughter is beautiful and if I had a little girl
like her, I'd be doing all those things she describes, and more.  Please
don't be too hard on Cindy.  She's probably unaware of the consequences of
what might happen if all this gets out, not that it ever will, I swear.  I
just hope that you'll both be happy."
     Twenty four hours went by and then Hugh emailed me again.  I eagerly
opened it.
     "Hi, Tony," he wrote.  "I hope I didn't sound too hostile in my email,
but I was acutely anxious about secrecy.  I'm afraid I lost my temper with
Cindy and we had a helluva row, but we've kissed and made up and she's
forgiven me.  Perhaps I should never has let her read your stories, but one
day she peered over my shoulder and then discovered nifty.org from my
'history' and before I knew it, she'd read several.  She raved over them,
especially those written from the point of view youngsters.  Now she's read
most of them.
     "I'm torn between letting this whole thing die, or continuing our
correspondence.  After my initial anger at her died down, I felt a kind of
relief that my secret was out.  Yes, I admit, everything that she wrote is
true, and you're the first person to know.  It feels a bit like the first
time I came out as a gay, or at least bi, teenager, and how good it felt
that now I didn't have to hide anything any more and I could talk openly
about myself.  I believe I can count on your discretion.  In truth, I like
the idea of guys looking at pictures of her and getting excited.  It's a
turn on for me, so if you enjoyed the ones she sent, then so be it.  I
gather from your stories that you are bi also.  Tell me something about
yourself and perhaps send me some more pics."
     I emailed him a brief account of my gay life, how I started as a
schoolboy wanking my classmates, graduating to cocksucking, and described
that glorious day when an older man fucked me.  I told him that I'd looked
closely at the picture of his cock and had fantasised about sucking it
while I wanked.  I also confided about the years when I worked as a school
janitor in London, about the girls who'd had crushes on me who persistantly
showed of their knickers, and the one single occasion when I'd been invited
to put my hand down the knickers of a twelve year old.  I sent another head
shot and a picture of myself dressed in a pair of sheer pale blue nylon
knickers with my cum oozing through the material.  I added half a dozen of
my favourite pictures downloaded from the internet, of semi naked preteens
in lewd poses.
     He replied enthusiastically, professing a desire to suck me off, and
confessing that he, too, liked to wear panties from time to time.  "Cindy
says I look sexy in them, but I think she's only saying that to make me
feel good.  I like the other pics, too.  Just the sort of tasty little
darlings I dream about.  I've attached more pics of Cindy.  I have lots
more, most of them far too porny to send by email, but I know you'll like
these.  In fact, in all honesty, I hope you wank over them.  If you tell me
you have, I might just cum in my underpants.  Can you send me your mailing
address?  There's something I want to send you."  The pictures were
stunning.  In most, she was wearing just panties, but a few were of her
naked, posed demurely, but looking pleased to be showing her body off.
     I felt that I could understand how he was thrilled to be exhibiting
his daughter.  Like lots of guys who email pics of themselves or post pics
of themselves on the net, I delight in showing off my sexy body with its
magnificent hard cock.  Admit it, don't you?
     Two days later a letter arrived from him in the mail, with a return
address on the envelope.  Inside was a memory stick and a note.  "This is
my top-secret file.  No one has ever seen it, except Cindy.  Don't let it
fall into the wrong hands.  Happy wanking."  I plugged it into my computer
and opened the contents.  Holy fucking shit!  I'd hit the jackpot.  There
were several dozen pics of Cindy naked, in the most lewd poses imaginable,
as erotic as the most depraved sites you can find anywhere onthe internet.
Lying on a bed or sprawled in a chair, even lying on the floor, her legs
were alway as wide apart as they would go, displaying her little girly slit
that was just beginning to develop.  There were a couple of extreme
close-ups.  In each picture, the smile on her face spoke about how much she
was enjoying being looked at. As the slideshow progressed, I pulled my
rigid cock from my boxers.  I was, too close to the edge to stroke it, so I
just left it poking up in the air. The last item was a video, a close-up of
Hugh's cock and Cindy's face as she licked and sucked him and then stroked
him off until a blob of his cum hit her cheek and she took him back in her
mouth and cleaned him up.  Then she smiled right into the camera and said,
"Yummy yum yum, I love my daddy's cum," and licked her lips.  That was when
the show came to an end and my orgasm exploded without any assistance from
my hand, drenching my boxers and thighs with the biggest load of cum I'd
ever produced.
     I logged on and checked my email and there was one from Cindy which
read, "Did you get the memory stick yet?  Do you like the pix of me with
nothing on?  Daddy takes pix of me all the time and tells me how sexy I
look.  Do you think I'm sexy, Tony?  It's awesome when he lets me suck his
cock and make him cum."  By now, I was certain that this wasn't a hoax.
The faint possibility that the pix might have been photoshopped was quashed
by the video.  She obviously adored her daddy and her blow job was wildly
enthusiastic.  I downloaded the pix into my computer and protected the file
with a password.  I took some "selfies" of my cum drenched boxers, my limp,
wet cock dangling, a final drop of cum still clinging to the end and
attached them to the following email.
     "This is what happened to me when I looked at your pix.  I couldn't
help myself.  My cock just exploded without me even touching it, I was so
fucking turned on.  As soon as it gets hard again, in maybe just a few
minutes, I'm gonna jerk off again, and keep jerking off until I collapse
from exhaustion.  You are incredibly sexy, Cindy.  I think I'm falling in
love with you."  I added some more head shots and pics of me in a variety
of underwear, male and female.  By the time I hit "send" I was hard again.
By the end of the day, my cock was painfully sore and my head was full of
crazy fantasies about Cindy and her dad.
     Her dad replied, telling me how thrilled he was that I'd been wanking
myself silly, and that the thought of me watching his daughter pose for the
camera and suck him off had, in turn, aroused him more than the blow job
itself.  "You probably think I'm weird, pimping my little girl out, but I
swear you're the only one who's aware of what's been going on.  I chose to
reveal my perverted behaviour to you, because after reading all your
stories, I now accept myself for what I am, namely an incestuous pedophile.
I feel so liberated, now that you know about Cindy and me.  This
correspondence between us has been one of the best weeks of my life and we
can't just let it end here.  Cindy tells me she want to meet you.  Can you
come down and visit us?"
     From the return address on his letter I knew that he lived in a small
village in Hampshire, about an hour'd drive from my flat in Kensington.
When I replied, I couldn't type fast enough.  "When can I come?"
     "Saturday.  Try to be in time for lunch."
     I had to wait two days.  I resolved not to wank, to save my sexual
energy for what was sure to be the most fantastic encounter of my life, but
an hour later, I surrendered and shot a load of cum on to the carpet
beneath my desk.  It occurred to me that it might be better to arrive
sexually drained, otherwise I might just cum in my underpants the moment I
laid eyes on her.
     Saturday came and I drove down.  My GPS took me right to the gate of
his cottage and I turned into the drive.  As I pulled up in front of the
house, the front door burst open and Cindy rushed out.  She was wearing a
white sundress, little ankle sox and sandals.  I stepped out of my car and
she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs round my hips.  I put one arm
round her waist and my other hand under her bum.
     "Tony, you came!  You came!"  She had no idea how much I'd been
cumming.  It was less than two hours since my last wank.  Nevertheless, my
cock stirred in my pants.  Hugh came to the door, smiling at us.  He was
just as handsome as his pictures especially as he had nothing on except a
pair of pink boxers, a little on the small side, which screamed, "gay!"  I
walked across to him, Cindy still dangling from my neck and shook his hand.
She slid down my body and stepped away.
     "Finally, we meet," said Hugh.  "I can see why Cindy has taken a fancy
to you.  Come on in and have a beer."  He looked down at himself.  "Excuse
the underpants, but I never wear pants around the house, at least not
during the summer."
     "I don't usually wear a dress," said Cindy, "but I thought you'd like
this one.  Is it too short?"
     "It's perfect," I said, sincerely.  It only just covered her bum.
     "She likes to wear it in the village on windy days," said Hugh.
     "I imagine you get a lot of attention," I said to her.  She grinned
and we went into the house.  Hugh went info the kitchen and in the living
room I sat in an armchair across from the couch where Cindy sprawled.  Not
surprisingly, I had a lovely view up her dress.  Her knickers were blinding
white.  My cock was beginning to stir in my pants.  Hugh came back with two
beers.
     "I see she's showing off her knickers," he said, smiling.  "I'd be
amazed if she weren't.  Tony, you look overdressed in those pants.  I think
you should take them off."
     I got to my feet and started to unbuckle my belt.  "Let me do it,"
said Cindy and she leaned forward as I stepped close to her.  Hugh put the
beers down on the coffee table.
     "Yeah, take his fucking pants off, Sweetheart.  Let's see what he's
got on underneath."  Cindy unfastened the belt and pulled my zipper down as
Hugh stared.  My pants fell, revealing my vivid turquoise silk boxers,
beginning to tent at the front.
     "Cool underpants!" said Cindy.  Hugh sat beside her.  My pants pooled
at my ankles and I stepped out of them and removed my shirt.  Cindy gripped
the legs of my boxers as though to pull them down and looked at her daddy,
eyebrows raised.  "Shall I?" she said, then grinned up at me.  But Hugh
didn't give her the chance.  He reached out and pulled my cock out of the
fly.  It was now absolutely rock hard and wet at the end.
     "Look at that beauty!" he breathed.  "Isn't that magnificent,
darling?"
     "Awesome.  I think it's even bigger than yours, Daddy."  Hugh's hand
began to stroke me.
     "Can I suck it, Daddy?" Hugh's mouth was open and his breath coming in
quick gasps.  He took his hand away.
     "He's all yours, my precious.  Do it!  Suck him like you suck me."
Cindy leaned forward and put her lips round my dick, taking in about half
its length.  I could feel the tip touch the back of her throat.  "Oh my
fucking God!" said Hugh.  "What a sight!  My little girl's sucking a cock!
I wanna suck it myself, but nothing could be better than watching you, my
sweet.  Go on, take in as much as you can.  Yeah, do that thing you do to
me with your tongue."  She pulled my cock out except for the head, and I
felt her tongue go under my foreskin and swirl around.  It was driving me
crazy.  "Shit!  I almost forgot," said Hugh, running out of the room and
coming back with a camcorder.  He set it on the coffee table, propping it
up on a book so that it angled to frame my midriff and Cindy's head.  I was
way too close to cumming so I pulled my cock out.
     "I don't wanna cum yet," I croaked.
     "Let me have a suck, Sweetie."  He sat down and took over from his
daughter.
     I smiled at her.  "You sure know how to suck a cock," I said.
     "Daddy lets me do it all the time, so I can show him how much I love
him."  She looked down at herself.  "Look at me!  I've still got my dress
on."  She stood and lifted the dress up under her chin.  Several of the
pictures I'd seen of her were exactly this pose, skirt raised to show off
her knickers, but seeing the actual thing in three dimensions right before
my eyes nearly made me explode and I pulled my cock out from Hugh's mouth,
squeezing my sphincter to stop myself from cumming.
     "Isn't she sexy?" he said, looking at her.  "My fucking cock is rock
hard.  I never tire of the sight of her lifting her dress like that.  It's
as though she's saying . . ."
     ". . . I love you," she murmured.  "I'm saying I want you to look at
me.  I want you to touch me and do all sorts of naughty things to me."
     "Exactly," he said.  "Take your dress off, my love.  Take it off and
let Tony see you in just your knickers."  She lifted the dress over her
head and shook her hair free.  "Isn't she just a perfect angel?" he said.
"If that doesn't make everyone's cock hard, then nothing will.  I wish the
whole world could see her like this."
     "You should put her pix on the internet.  I know a picture hosting
site you can use.  Not child porn, but erotic stuff like this."
     "Oooh, yes, Daddy, I wanna be on the internet."
     "Just picture it," I said, "thousands of guys all over the world,
looking at her and wanking themselves silly."  Hugh groaned, clearly
thrilled by the idea.  I stood there in front of them, my cock still
protruding out of my boxers and Hugh leaned towards me, trying to get my
cock in his mouth again, but I stepped back and dropped to my knees.  "My
turn now," I said and fished his cock out of his boxers.  Like my own, it
was uncut and as hard as a diamond.  I took it in my mouth.  From the
corner of my eye I could see Cindy gazing at me, her lips parted in a sly
smile.
     "I think you like sucking my daddy just as much as I do," she said.
"Isn't it marvelous.  It's so hard, but the skin is so soft.  Daddy likes
to cum in my mouth.  Do you like the taste?  I love it.  He likes to cum on
my face, too.  That's so cool."
     I've sucked a lot of dicks in my day, and Hugh's was no different from
most, but being watched by his preteen daughter made it more thrilling than
any other cock I'd had, and I could sense that he was revelling in the
sensation of revealing his gay lust to his little girl.  Suddenly, he
pushed my head away.  Clearly, he was just on the edge, like I'd been.
     "Take Cindy's knickers off," he commanded.  This was a first for me.
To hear a daddy tell you to take his daughter's knickers off is not
something you hear every day.  Cindy obligingly stood and let me slide her
underpants down to her ankles, then stepped out of them.
     "Dah, dah!" he sang, spreading her feet and throwing her arms in the
air.  "Look at me!  I'm naked!  I love being naked.  Am I beautiful, Tony?"
     "Fuckin' adorable!"
     "You like my cunt?" she asked, spreading her lips with her finger
tips.'
     "It's picture perfect.  It looks like a little flower."
     "And it tastes delicious," said Hugh.  "I want you to let Tony lick
it, darling.  Go on, make Daddy happy.  Lie back on the couch, yes like
that, spread your legs.  Go on, Tony, get your face in there.  Make my
little girl happy.  I want you to make her cum.  She cums for me, don't
you, Sweetheart and I know you'll cum for Tony."
     I'm no stranger to licking pussy, but I'd never licked a girl this
young before.  I was surprised at her reaction.  She gripped the back of my
head and pulled my into herself. Her hips were thrusting to meet my tongue
which I pushed into her vulva as far as it would go, and when I started
licking her little bud, she went wild, gasping and groaning.  I could feel
her heels digging into my back.  I could hear her daddy saying, "Oh, yeah,
yeah!  Lick her cunt.  Eat her perfect little pussy, Tony.  Fucking great!
I think I'm gonna cum in my pants."  That was when Cindy let out a final
big gasp and suddenly relaxed.  I lifted my head and looked at her, naked,
splayed out on the couch, trying to get her breath back.  Then I looked at
Hugh.  He had his hands behind his head as he looked down at his cock which
was twitching.
     "Don't you dare cum," I called.
     "Jesus, that was close!" he grunted.  "It's okay, I'm still good to
go, but I think we'd better take a break and cool down."

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     We took our beers out to the garden and settled down on two chaise
lounges beneath big umbrellas, two handsome guys in their boxers.  Cindy
offered her nude body in various lewd poses as Hugh filmed it all with his
camcorder.
     "Go and sit on Tony's lap," he said to her.  She looked across at me,
sprawled out on my back, my rigid cock poking out of the fly of my boxers.
She grinned.  "Straddle his hips, Sweetheart."  I looked at him and we both
know that it would bring her sweet little pussy in conctact with my cock.
He nodded at me.  Cindy placed her feet either side of the lounge, lowered
herself until her bum rested on my thighs, then brought her knees up beside
my chest.  Then as her daddy grinned excitedly, she slowly slid her body up
until her pussy was pressing my cock against my stomach.  I could feel her
wetness.  Hugh knelt down beside us for a close up shot.  Then she lifted
her body and he reached out with one hand and took hold of my cock, aiming
it at her pussy.
     "Sit on it, Cindy," he croaked, his voice hoarse with lust.  "Let him
fuck you!  Fuck her, Tony!  Fuck my little kid!  Fuck her brains out!"
     "Oh God, I love you," I cried, as she lowered her body and my cock
slid smoothly inside her.  "Oh, my sweet darling, you're so fucking sexy.
Look, Hugh, I'm fucking her!  I'm fucking your daughter."
     "Oh, sweet Jesus!" he groaned.  "I've never been so . . . Oh fuck, I'm
gonna cum."  He was holding the camera steady with both hands so I was
astonished when his cock, protruding out of his boxers, suddenly errupted
with a long stream of thick, white cum which shot all over Cindy's bum,
down her hip and on to my own hip.  He had the presence of mind to hold the
camera still as my gasps and groans told him that I was cumming too, and I
thrust my hips up, my back arched as my cock fired pulses of cum into his
little girl.  I collapsed down on to the lounge, and Cindy lay on my chest
with my arms round her.
     "Oh, fuck, that was the most exciting moment of my life.  Thank you,
Tony and thank you, Sweetheart.  I love you so much."
     "I came again, Daddy.  Tony made me cum."
     "I'm so proud of you, my darling."

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     After we showered we all went into his bedroom.  "Can I borrow your
underpants?" he asked.
     "With your cum stain on them?"
     "Sure.  I love wearing other guys' undies."
     "Take them as a gift from me."
     "Take a look through my underwear drawer," he said, "and pick
something out."  I selected a pair of full cut, translucent white nylon
panties and pulled them on.  You could see my cock perfectly through them.
     "Sexy!" he said.
     "Cool!" said Cindy.  We went downstairs for lunch.

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     By mid afternoon, we were feeling randy again.  Cindy had gone off to
spend the afternoon with a friend, so Hugh and I were alone in the back
garden, still dressed in undies.  We play back the video, our cocks rigid.
     "I want to thank you again," he said.  "You've liberated me.  I've
been carrying a guilty burden around for years, but now that you know, I
feel free.  All my guilt has evaporated.  I want you to come and visit us
any time you like and you can fuck my little girl as much as you like.
Fuck her brains out, just as long as I can watch."
     "And when I'm not here?"
     "Then I can fuck her myself.  I can finish what I started all those
years ago.  If she were here right now and I asked her to let me fuck her,
would you be jealous?"
     "Shit, no!  I'd love to watch you, and film you, too."
     Without warning, he reached across and took hold of my dick.  "I want
you to fuck me," he said.  "I want you to savagely abuse me, to ram your
maginifcent cock right up my arse as far as it will go, rape me, humiliate
me, make me your sex slave."  He stood up and dropped the turquoise silk
boxer, then knelt down with his upper body lying across the chaise lounge.
I knelt behind him, my cock rigid, and touched the tip against his hole.
He shivered with delight.  One good thrust and I was inside him, all the
way up to the hilt.
     "Fuck me!" he called.  "Fuck my faggotty arse!  Ram it in me, all the
way!  Oh, fuck, that feels so good.  Harder, harder!  Do anything you like
to me.  Oh, shit, this is fantastic!"
     I sensed that someone was there, and looked up to see that Cindy had
come home, wearing that same short white dress she'd had on that morning,
the sun backlighting her so that the shape of here preteen body was
perfectly sillhouetted.  She stood, looking at us as I pounded away.  Being
watched made everything so much sexier, that I suddenly came inside him, my
hips slamming against his bum.
     "That's so fucking cool!" she said.

The end.