Another ADULTS ONLY story by yours truly, Lolileah
(MFg, MFF, ped, 1st, oral, anal, inc, preg)

Fortune favors the bold they say. Sometimes it just happens to
make someone who isn't so bold a very lucky person. This is one
such story.

Think of me what you will but I've always been attracted to young
girls. You'll probably say that's a sick choice. Is being gay a
choice? Many would argue that it is but who would choose to be
such a loathed minority? Pedophiles seem to be quite rampant in
the church leadership, especially in Catholicism and since I
viewed my intentions as better than that of the priests, I
attended the local Catholic church to try to save the young girls
from the rapacious clergy. I suppose I should have been
protecting the boys but I wasn't attracted to them and everyone
tells you girls are the weaker sex and need protecting.

Her name was Maria. I know it's stereotypically a Latin girl's
name and they are mostly Catholic but I didn't name her. Besides,
if I learned anything from Romeo & Juliet, what you call
something doesn't change what the thing is.

A little backstory on the reason for our first encounter, Maria
and I. As it turned out, the restroom closest to the church, the
girls' one, was being renovated. Why they chose not to do the
men's and women's at the same time, I don't know. Maybe they were
making them accessible to wheelchairs. It was an old building
after all. While the newer outer buildings were compliant, when
Nature calls, she doesn't do call waiting; in an emergency, they
were much too far.

There I was, seated in the back pew when she came down the aisle,
a panicked look on her face, and she grabbed me by the arm. Nice
to be seen as the most trustworthy guy to pick for a damsel who
was clearly in distress. I quickly got to my feet and left with
her, our pace quickening after we were outside.

We made it with not a second to spare. She didn't even close the
door to the stall, in such a rush was she. Wishing to remain the
gentleman she had picked from the lineup, I turned around.

When the musical sound of her piss stopped and I heard her pull
up her panties, only then did I turn around. Thankfully my
thoughts hadn't been perverted enough to give me an erection.
Though I'm named after an angel, it doesn't make me one. I admit
my thoughts hadn't been strictly pure.

"You're a good big brother, not looking and not letting the bad
people mommy warned about anywhere near me."

"What did she say they would do to you?" I was a little curious.
Perhaps I could take notes, get some ideas. Think of me what you
will.

"You didn't even ask what I would give in exchange for guarding
me."

"I didn't do it for a reward. I did it because it was the right
thing to do."

There was no need to answer back as she jumped into my arms in
the small bathroom. Perhaps enlarging was one reason for the
construction/destruction. All thoughts of such things left my
mind as her lips pressed against mine. If I'd had no sink to
clutch, surely we both would have fallen or been dropped.

"Needless to say I never expected such a pretty girl to kiss me.
I do mean you are pretty, not saying it because you kissed me."

"Well a knight-in-shining-armor deserves a kiss from the
princess. That's what the fairy tales always say. Besides, you
helped when you were most needed, didn't let old guys rip my
pretty dress and push me against the wall to make me do stuff I
didn't want to."

"That is what people would call rape, just to shorten things a
bit. That isn't what I'd like at all. Your kiss gave me a few
ideas but I hear the bells signaling the end of Mass. We can
continue this another week. Only if that is what you want of
course. You won't be disappointed."

"Well now you have me curious and looking forward to next week.
See you then." Now I too couldn't wait for next week. She was
turning out to be the most awesome reason to come to church ever.
:)

The next week she came after me in much the same fashion as
before. I wondered what her mother must think of her daughter's
poor potty planning. She wore a different color sundress today
but it was still quite pretty.

As she pulled me into the stall with her and closed the door
behind me, I came to realize that she was a precocious
7-year-old. I had only encouraged her on a path she was already
traveling.

"Mm, I like this kissing thing," said she after her lips left
mine. "Am I supposed to? It feels like maybe I shouldn't if I'm
wanting to stay a good girl."

"I don't think you could ever be a bad girl. I like kissing you
too so does that mean I'm a bad boy?"

"Maybe. You said it was just a start to things you can do."

"You were listening. Yes, it's just step one. I won't move to
other steps if you don't want to."

"As long as you don't rape me. I don't think I would like that."

"No girls do, honey. That's why I don't want to do that to you.
You're naughty. You didn't even need to pee. Put the lid down and
stand on top. You're much shorter than me. I want more step one
and a bit of transition to other steps perhaps. Again we finished
up when the carillon rang but this time I found myself letting
her little buns go. I had apparently grabbed them in my desire to
get her closer to me.

Maria’s mother accosted me when her daughter had returned to
her side. “Maria said she wants to change from the babysitter
she has now to you. I asked her why and she said her current
babysitter is mean and sometimes hits her though she never
mentioned it before. I didn't wish to call my little girl a liar
though so I thought I'd better ask you. She told me you're like
the protective big brother I never gave her, that you're her
knight-in-shining-armor and you'd never slap or hurt her, only
protect. Is she wrong?"

"No, she's not a liar. I wouldn't even charge you. I don't need
the money and I know it can be expensive enough caring for a
child. I assume you can watch her on weekends when you don't have
to work."

"Correct. I worry about her soul but she is terrible about
planning to use the bathroom between Sunday School and Mass. I
can continue counting on you to protect her, right?"

"Of course, she's like the sister I never had. Wouldn't let any
perverted guys touch her (except for me, naturally)."

"I apologize for putting you through so much hassle. I really do
appreciate it. You’re right that child care isn’t always
cheap. My name is Ariana by the way. I look forward to working
with you. We’ll start next week.”

Just like the previous Sundays, Maria came running down the aisle
to me. I didn't care what Ariana told the other parishioners
about her daughter's bladder. Just as with last week she probably
didn't really have to go but I would play along to get time with
her since that is really all she wanted.

This week, we did all we had last week except my hands were a bit
lower than her back. They still were outside her underwear, but
after the initial shock of it, she was plenty ok with it. She was
once again saddened by the peal of the carillon until I sucked on
her ear and kissed her neck before whispering that starting
Monday, she would have me as her new sitter.

Less than 24 hours later, Ariana dropped her precious cargo off
on my doorstep. Reluctantly, she left for work, despite the
conversation we'd had. I suppose she still had her doubts about
leaving her daughter with a strange man for the whole day. It's
not as if I was dishonest just to get Maria to myself. I'd never
wish her harm.

After getting sparkling apple juice for the two of us (a rare
treat, she told me), we didn't manage to make it past the living
room before succumbing to our lusts. As before, my hands found
her little butt although this time they were on her bare flesh.
My fingers fought their desires to molest her most holy of holies
but it was no use. She jumped at this unexpected invasion of
privacy but waited before screaming, lucky for my ears.

"Should I enjoy this?" she said as my middle finger caressed its
way up her slit and over her clit over and over.

"Why not? This is just one way a boy or girl can tell a girl they
like them. Brothers and sisters have done it since Bible times. I
want to do it until your mommy comes to get you, maybe show
another way to say you like a girl."

She shuddered as her first climax hit her little body, something
I felt privileged to witness until I saw the tears sparkling in
her eyes.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?

"I really shouldn't like that, should I?"

"Don't you think Adam and Eve tried it? Must not be that bad.
Besides, I kind of liked it."

"I did too, that's why I was crying. If I liked it, it means I'm
a bad girl. That's what the nuns say. 'Sex is for boys to enjoy,
only boys. Never girls. They're meant to only do it on rare
occasions and never to like it. Make boys work for it, don't make
it easy.' That's why girls get raped, isn't it?"

I had to admit the girl was sharp despite her upbringing.
"Sometimes," I admitted. "It's never their fault really though.
That choice is always the boy's." Talk of rape was turning me off
so I grabbed onto her ass and lifted her, panties sliding off her
ankle unnoticed as I carried her to my bed. She was going to have
to be punished, pay an orgasm tax, so to speak. Her legs spread
open as I tossed her onto the bed. Was a good thing my pants kept
my cock in check or I'd have scared the poor girl. It was bad
enough when I started to eat her pussy.

"Gross! That's just yucky!"

"Yet you like it. Besides, your hair was still wet when you got
here so clearly you showered. You aren't gross at all. Besides,
you love when I do this don't you?" Here I took her little clit
in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.

"OH GOD! STOP OR YOU'LL MAKE THE PEE COME OUT!"

"It never did before. Anyway, if it does, I'll just have to wash
the sheets earlier than I planned. You taste so good I'm not
about to stop."

"You're a naughty big brother!" she said as she surrendered to my
desires and wrapped her legs around my head and rode my face
until the doorbell rang. I tossed her underwear into the bathroom
and she followed them, closing the door behind her as I went to
open the door.

I let Ariana in and explained that Maria had been playing outside
in the mud so she would be out in a minute. We'd also discovered
that we both liked the same movies so Maria had been no trouble
at all. She was a well-behaved child so I was convinced it was
not to be troublesome to look after her in any way.

Glad that all had gone well, Ariana promised to keep bringing her
daughter which is what I'd hoped to hear. I wasn't in any push to
pop her little cherry but I did want to eat between her legs
more. Watching her cumming was like a drug to me; I was addicted
and I had no desire to discover a cure. She could call me naughty
as much as she wanted since I doubted she truly wanted the
lickings to cease.

No more was Maria shy about our desires. As soon as the door
latched shut behind her, off came the clothes, onto my bed she
would scamper and my head would lose itself in her until the
doorbell rang. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and finally Friday.
Her preteen pussy was my ice cream without sugar, fat or
calories. All day I could eat it without gaining a pound.

It came as a pleasant surprise when instead of calling for her
daughter as she normally did, Ariana just waltzed right in and
announced that she was spending the weekend.

"You either haven't raped her, scared her, or are that good.
Obviously I hope it's the latter but you'll just have to prove
it. I figure that if you can make a preteen love it, a post-teen
body should pose no challenge." Her clothes came off like a snake
losing its skin, but so much sexier than it sounds. By the time
we reached the bed, she was totally nude.

You may question why I did what I did (like I could resist a
gorgeous naked woman in my bed!) but she was the mother of the
girl I had the privilege of eating all week. I walked to the room
I knew Maria was playing in.

"Maria! Your mommy is here for you but I don't think she wants to
pick you up just yet. You can keep playing here and if you want
to check on us, I'll leave the door a little open for you."
Normally children are scarred seeing their parents having sex but
I wasn't her dad and it might end in the most honest sex ed she
could ever ask for.

"Are you going to tell mommy you love her the way you do for me?"

"Maybe. Hope it won't scare you. Sometimes it does."

"I'm a big girl! You can't scare me that easily."

"Just giving you fair warning," I said with a soft kiss. "It
doesn't mean I don't still love you. I won't change what we do
the rest of the week just for her. You're my special pretty girl
too. Shouldn't keep your mother waiting when she's naked."

"Is she going to tell you she loves you too?"

"I sure hope so."

"You'd better tell her back though. It's rude not to. Promise!"
Little did she realize she had just described giving someone an
orgasm as telling them you love them. Even I had never thought of
it that way but she was kind of right.

"I promise. I really do love you, you know."

She rolled her eyes at me sarcastically. "I know. You tell me all
the time. Mommy is waiting. Go!"

With Maria's blessing, I trotted back to my room. Ariana was
waiting for me under the covers. "A naked girl gets cold waiting
so long. What kept you?"

"Maria had questions. I answered them. Can't leave our daughter
hanging."

I crawled under the covers from the bottom. "No, OH OH WE CAN'T!"
Her words came out in a rush as I was licking and flicking her
clit with my tongue. She was in no position to call me on the use
of the pronoun our. She had more hair than her daughter,
naturally, but it was neatly trimmed and short so I didn't mind.
To put the icing on the cake, she could squirt which Maria wasn't
yet old enough for. Her girl cum was delicious and if this was
how she wanted to pay for babysitting, I couldn't complain.

I finished up, kissing up from her pussy, up her belly, her soft
supple natural mounds, her neck and finally letting her taste
herself as I pressed my lips to hers.

"You're still in your clothes. Am I not pretty enough? You're
making me feel like a slut."

Not wanting to annoy the beauty in my bed, I wordlessly stripped
off my shirt and loosened my belt. She helped get my pants off
and moaned as she felt the heat from my shaft against her flesh.

"Just remember, no condoms. We're Catholic."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

The raw sex had to be the best part of being Catholic. Nothing
beats seeing the evidence of your lovemaking coming out of a girl
or feeling it as they've told me. I almost hoped I could get
Ariana pregnant today but I'm not the type of guy to force what's
not wanted on the girl.

Counter to what porn would teach men to believe, louder doesn't
always mean better. The better things got for her, the harder she
gripped the sheets and the quieter she became.

After round 1 of what I hoped would be several, as I rested on
her chest from almost having to force myself in and out of her
tight warmth, Ariana whispered in my ear that she wanted me to
make her my bitch. I would usually consider it too degrading for
civilized lovers but she asked for it so I would do it.

Right before I filled my beautiful bitch with spunk just like she
wanted, the door opened and Maria stuck her head in. I lost it
and soon came in her mom.

"Mommy, is daddy telling you he loves you?"

"Yes sweetie. You shouldn't watch. Little girls shouldn't watch
adult things. It's not appropriate for young girls."

"But daddy does the first thing he did to you to me all the time.
Never the second thing. Could he? Would it even go in?"

"Maria! Why would you tell mommy that? I shouldn't let you near
him anymore."

"I will run away and live with daddy if you stop him from telling
how much he loves me."

"She calls an orgasm saying that you love someone," I whispered
into Ariana's ear from behind.

I had to lean forward to catch her soft reply, eliciting a moan
as I hit her G spot. "You must tell her a lot. I should be angry
but she enjoys 'cumming' here so much. Maybe you should pop her
cherry, papi."

"Maybe, but not today," I said rolling to the side and taking
Ariana with me. She patted the bed and told Maria to join us.
Sort of shocking but she hadn't castrated me after learning I ate
her daughter all the time. Maria happily jumped onto the bed and
joined in our snuggle.

"Mommy, daddy, I love you.”

"We love you too, honey," Ariana and I said in unison. We both
said "Jinx!" at the same time and just devolved into hysterics.

"You're both silly!" Maria proclaimed knowingly like she had us
figured out or maybe she was being the silly one.

"Sometimes people that love each other can be silly." Just
because I told her I loved her, quote-unquote, doesn't mean I
actually did. We were still essentially strangers. Perhaps in
time. I wrapped the two girls up in my arms and we all drifted
our way to dreamland.

The next day, Saturday, I took the girls to the park for a picnic
and to feed the ducks. Ducks were all well and good on one's
plate but the ducks had befouled the pond they lived in so I
hoped Maria wouldn't fall in. The water was revolting.

"You're a better daddy than the last one. He used to spank mommy
in the face." I'll admit I had struck Ariana while we made love
but it was on her butt where it belonged. She clenched up so
tightly when spanked that keeping from cumming was hard.

I was no fan of domestic abuse, especially to Ariana's pretty
face. The only kind of spanking I approved of was the kind I'd
given her and it would have instantly ceased had she complained.
Just because I saw nothing wrong with it didn't mean the one
being spanked would stand for it given the history I now knew. It
was also refreshing that Maria's youth hadn't developed the
honesty walls older girls have. They're so used to spewing
bullshit that they can't be honest. I hadn't been looking for a
family when these two entered my life but the idea was starting
to grow on me. I'd been quite happy as a bachelor and they were
messing that all up.

"Come on you two," I said as the sun started dipping below the
mountains. I hoisted Maria onto my shoulders and her mother
latched onto my hand. It really did feel like I had gained a
family. Even more so as Ariana spun into my arms for a kiss. If
this was what feeling trapped was like, I couldn't say it was
such a terrible thing to experience.

When the three of us got back home, Maria wanted loving too
though I promised her mother no sex had or would occur until her
little girl's say so. Maria became all smiles when her mother
said yes. I guess orgasms do have the addicting qualities of hard
drugs. I guess that made me her dealer and I was more than happy
to supply her cravings. I didn't care if it made me a bad father,
I was just as addicted to giving pleasure as she was to receiving
it.

Maria's mother had other plans as I felt my pants being removed.
"You should 69 her," she said as she got my dick all ready. I
suppose receiving oral at the same time as giving it wouldn't be
so terrible. It was even less so when Ariana pushed me out from
between Maria's spread legs and took the entirety of my dick into
her mouth and throat. Maria simply watched in stunned silence.

The woman who'd given birth to Maria pulled away when I came,
swallowing without hesitation and turning to her daughter.

"Do you want mommy to explain?"

"I would like that. I hope there aren't too many rules to
remember."

"There are a few and an explanation. This is one way girls can
tell boys they love them. It's like what daddy does to you but
for boys. Since it's part of daddy, no using teeth. Only take as
much as you can handle. Don't force it since daddy and any boys
hate getting vomited on. Just lick, suck and play with him using
your tongue and lips. Also you should swallow what he puts in
your mouth. Guys like that and we're Catholic so spitting it out
isn't really an option. Do you understand?"

"I think so. Teeth are bad, swallow, don't force myself. Not as
hard as math tests. I can handle this." Ariana stood aside to let
her daughter try but mostly to allow me to get my stiffy back and
lie down for 69 with Maria. We were both eager to start.

Don't misunderstand me when I say I enjoyed Maria's mouth. It's
hard to give a bad blowjob unless you use teeth.

"Mm!" I moaned into Maria as I came which set her off too. She
gulped and spoke.

"It's hard to do a good job when you lick like that. I probably
sucked at sucking." She looked like she was about to cry as she
told me I probably didn't think she loved me even though she did.

"Honey, you did fine for a beginner. It was hard to lick you
right when you did such good work." She beamed at the compliment
and I gave her a kiss.

To say that was all our Saturday consisted of would be lying. It
was only a great start.

It came time for bed and we all got into our pajamas. Maria's
were cute and fuzzy. Ariana wore an almost transparent negligee
and no underwear.

"Gabriel, you know what would help us sleep better? If you helped
us to cum a few times. Lie down on your back like a good daddy."
She smiled as I did as I was asked. I suppose male-female
relationships are seen today as a guy taking orders from his
woman. If the girl is as beautiful as Ariana, it's not such a
punishment, especially if her intention is naughty.

Ariana gave me a kiss as she pulled both my and Maria's pajama
bottoms down. Her succulent cleavage just barely visible soon had
my prick rising to the occasion. She climbed atop it with no
hesitation and Maria straddled my face at her mother's
instruction.

"Mommy, what's this called?" Maria asked.

"A threesome or a love triangle since there are three people. But
it isn't a true one yet. Not until..." and here Ariana started
kissing her daughter lustfully. As their kiss was briefly broken,
a thin trail of spittle briefly connected the two generations
before snapping. They resumed kissing, their mouths muffling
their moaning somewhat as we all reached our separate climaxes.

Ariana lay back and put a pillow under her ass to keep my sperm
deep inside her, my cock reluctantly retreating from her as it
shrank. Maria went and laid on her mother's chest to snuggle and
I was now free to get up. I wondered if I hadn't just started a
new family inside Ariana. Parts of me hoped I had.

"Was that really safe to do? I mean I know they want us to make
lots of Catholic babies but as much as I'd love to, really not
sure I'm ready for that."

Ariana smiled. "I really wish I could say it wasn't safe today
but every day is a safe day for me. The doctor was surprised I
even got pregnant with Maria. She said my little girl was a
miracle baby and I'd never have another. Sure I was disappointed.
I'm a Latina and I grew up in a big family but you don't get to
choose what cards life gives you. Please don't hate me!"

"Hate you? Don't be silly! I told you I wasn't sure I was ready
for kids and you've already got one that I'm nuts about. Please
don't cry!" She had started and I hate seeing girls cry. Maria's
head was going back and forth as she tried to follow the
conversation. Finally she had had enough.

"Don't cry, mommy! I didn't understand what you both were talking
about. Are you sad that daddy can't put a baby in you so I have
brothers and sisters? Don't worry about it. We both still love
you, right daddy? It's not important." She looked daggers at me
as she asked her question until I nodded in agreement. "I can
marry daddy, just like you mama. You will, right?"

"I don't think you should marry someone you barely know. Besides,
he might not want to marry me or you for the same reason. A
relationship can't be all about the bedroom. Not if it will be a
long one."

"Will daddy do to me what he did to you? You were loving it, I
could tell."

"Sweetheart, not today. Usually you save that for people you love
and for the person you marry, at least that's how it should be.
You might be too young for it and I don't want to see you hurt.
It hurts a girl the first time so she won't just do it with
anybody and just start to have too much."

"I am going to be daddy's bride, just you watch me."

"The law says you can only have one wife. He can't marry both of
us. You're not old enough anyway."

Maria lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "SH! They
don't have to know."

"Shouldn't I get to say something? I'm still here." It's bad when
people talk behind your back, certainly. When they do it in front
of your face may be worse.

"Only if it's yes, daddy. Please say yes," and here she put on
the most adorable pouty face and puppy dog eyes combo ever. It
was hardly fair. I dare anyone to try and say no to a girl who
looks at you that way.

"Maria doesn't play fair," I said to Ariana.

"She can be a stubborn and obstinate child but when she really
wants something, she never holds back. I've seen the face she
gave you a time or two. Never could resist it either. I guess it
means she wants you for real. If you managed to say no to her,
you would be the manliest man of all manly men and a
bastard-coated bastard with bastard filling at the same time. I
don't care if I have to share you with her nor about having more
threesomes with my daughter and husband if you love the both of
us and treat us both right and equally. Say yes."

"I was going to anyway. Arm-twisting was unnecessary. Of course I
will marry you since that is what you both want. Just because you
can't have more kids doesn't disqualify you as wife material. I
can make one with Maria if you both are okay with it. She'll be
just as much my wife even if it's bigamy. Yes, of course I will
marry you. And you too, princess. We can be a royal family."

"A king with two queens. What? When a princess marries a king she
doesn't stay a princess, she becomes a queen."

"But I'll still call you one since you're smaller." Wasn't really
the point as I spread my arms and found them filled with my two
new fiancees-to-be. Wasn’t official yet. They both burst into
tears but I imagined they were the happy kind. They cried
themselves to sleep and that was the end of our Saturday.

The next day was church as usual but today I wasn't to go alone.
Anyone who saw the line the three of us made, Maria walking
hand-in-hand with Ariana and I, would have seen a family, even
though it wasn't official.

We all sat in the same pew and there was no running off to the
bathroom to eat Maria today. Ariana had forbidden it. The joke
was on her though. Since we were seated in a dark part of the
cathedral and I was seated between my two lovelies, my hands were
on their clits the whole service. Let's just say it made them
very religious but God was only involved because crying out to
the Flying Spaghetti Monster takes more brains than an orgasming
girl can spare.

When the service was over, Ariana was visibly shaken as she
invited the two girls over to my place. Definitely not something
a guy expects from lovely lady friends. It meant a far from
peaceful Sunday for me. I couldn't even look the father in the
eye since his sermon had been merely background noise to this
guy. Confession ought to be interesting.

"Daddy was naughty in church today wasn't he, mommy?"

"Yes. Don't worry, we can punish him when we get to his place."
From bachelor to two ladies inviting themselves to live with you?

When we had returned to my house, I realized that it wasn't
possessions that made a man wealthy. It was the people in his
life that love him. I might not have Bill Gates's money but when
I could enjoy the warm bodies of Ariana and Maria, it made me
feel like the sultan of Brunei.

Maria set to in the kitchen, a much better wife than I'd ever
have expected or deserved. She set to work cooking up a pork
chop, salad, garlic bread and vegetables. The thing that really
got to me as a man was that she cooked in solely an apron that
showed off her lovely ass and a generous amount of side boob. I
can't imagine I was too helpful as I would grab her and whisper
naughty suggestions in her ear which would cause her to giggle
and tell me to cut it out or she'd cut it off. The sheen between
her legs told me she was lying, that her words were in jest.

Finally, despite my interference, she called her daughter to tell
her that the food was ready. As if by magic, Maria suddenly
appeared.

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long time, mommy." Maria's
observation as we all sat at the table to eat. Her mother blushed
a fierce shade of scarlet and I had my suspicions as to why.

"Don't tease your mother, little lady," I said to try and rescue
a bit of Ariana's dignity. "She can't help herself and daddy is a
handsome man."

Maria chewed thoughtfully for a minute before answering "yes, and
if you can't do your husband's duty with mom, you'll just have to
with me. Aren't you glad you have me as a backup wife?"

"I would be happy to have you as anything, princess" and I found
that I meant it. I could hardly wait for 'dessert'.

I was more help when it came to cleanup. I was used to being a
bachelor so dishes weren't a problem. I considered it payback for
the meal. Of course Ariana paid me back in kind for the
suggestions I'd whispered to her. She threatened to let me. Let's
just say that made cleaning up a very 'hard' task indeed. The one
that got to me most was her threat to let me violate our daughter
and film it. I suppose that was baiting and films can be used for
the purposes of blackmail but it turned me on nevertheless. The
question was whether Maria would want that too. I don't think
that sex should be a selfish act. If girls could read my mind the
same as they think we should be able to read theirs, maybe they'd
have snapped this guy up before Maria and Ariana even had a
chance. I'd never expected to have two fine girls want this who
got along just fine but I hadn't expected they'd be related and
I'd always envisioned being more of a player. I guess all guys
do. It still made for a very lucky guy.

After managing to finish the dishes despite Ariana’s and my
condition, I went to my room and the girls followed. I needed a
nap after all the excitement and such a lovely spread. I couldn't
even think of spread though without imagining doing the things I
had whispered earlier. Ariana didn't seem to mind my dick poking
her butt and Maria knew better than to point out her mother's
sloppy pussy against hers.

Much too early it seemed, Ariana woke me with a kiss any wife
should give her husband as she got up to get ready for work. She
only had her Sunday dress to put on but I couldn't imagine
she’d had it on all that long ;) I really should be a gentleman
and let her move in for real. She was not some throwaway floozy.
"Don't fuck our little girl without me. No sex yet, promise."

"Of course I won't, sweetie. Only interested in girls that tell
me yes. Preferably repeated a time or two." I winked when she
couldn't see and she punched my arm which I could certainly feel
and she was gone. I pulled our daughter's warm body against mine
and went back to sleep.

I woke to Maria's face in mine. "Up, daddy. Sleeping long enough.
I'm hungry."

"Me too" I said as I lunged for her across the bed. She dodged it
easily and ran to the kitchen, I following at a much more
leisurely pace. Come to think of it, pussy wasn't the only thing
I wanted to eat right now.

Being a good daddy and babysitter, I whipped up some tasty eggs,
bacon and grits. I'm no master chef but I've had to cook enough
in life that simple things are not a problem. There was something
oddly soothing about starting a morning like this with your
daughter/charge.

She had no chance. I ducked under the table, pulled her legs
apart and her panties down then sunk my tongue into 'daddy's
dessert'. If we never left the breakfast table, I wouldn't mind
:)

After her first orgasm, when she had the presence of mind and
willpower for it, Maria pushed my head away and stood up as she
pushed away from the table and the hungry 'daddy monster' lurking
beneath. It was a valiant effort, truly, but she only made it to
the couch before my head was in her pussy and her hands were
trapping it there. I was in no push to make it to the bedroom
speedily. At this pace her mother would be joining us soon
enough. Were getting a family this easy and awesome, single guys
would line up.

True to form, Ariana showed up right as her little girl was just
coming down to Earth again.

"I'm home," she called out and I told her we were where she'd
left us in the morning. She appeared, took in the scene at a
glance, her little one's open legs and the huge grin on my face.
"It's not fair I have to work all day and you two get to play.
Move aside. Mommy needs some attention too. Not fair to hog our
husband's love." With that said she dropped her clothes to the
ground and flopped onto the bed.

"You already caught mommy and daddy once, sweet thing. You don't
have to stay," I said.

"I know," Maria said, "but I like watching her. She moans like a
total whore."

Ariana made to protest her daughter's word choice but I clamped
my hand over her mouth before she could. "She's right you know.
Knowing you will do that gets me hard as fuck." By then I was
inside her tightness and she had no longer urge to argue.

Sensing, rightly, that she would be no trouble, I removed my hand
from my lover's mouth.

"Just like my quinceañera. Of course I was a virgin and I
actually was raped but you seem the kind who would stop should a
girl not want it. Dad and my cousins and brothers weren't. I got
pregnant, had a miscarriage and that might be why she's such a
miracle baby. It's a real kick in the lady balls to miscarry
although it's not that rare."

"I promise never to rape you without your permission. I know
that's an oxymoron but I'm serious."

"I know. That's why you'll be the one to marry this fine
collection of fuck holes. Cum just inside, babe. You had all day
to eat Maria's sweet cunny and now it's time she learned. I know
the Church might frown on lesbian stuff but it frowns on incest
too and the Bible is full of it. Honestly, I mostly go since I
was raised that way and think it might be good for Maria. To me
it's a social club and if it weren't for church, we probably
wouldn't have met. Glad now?"

"Naturally. The luckiest. Man. In. The. World." Each word was
punctuated by my spurting into her. I pulled out to survey the
results. Clearly our little girl would not be starving.

"Come here," my nearly comatose lover said to her little one.

"Yes, mommy" and Maria obeyed like the good girl she is. I showed
her how to eat her mom but she'd been on the receiving end of
many an hour of erotic tongue-lashing so soon mommy's tight hole
was as good as new.

"Good job, honey!" came Ariana's voice and then, in a voice only
I could hear, "Mm, much too good for a first time. Do you think
she likes girls, has played with them before? She does good work
on you. Maybe she's bi."

"Doesn't matter. We will both still love her, right?"

"Of course you are right. Maria?"

"Yes, mommy?"

"You did a good job."

"I think most of the credit is daddy's. He's a very good teacher.
Really, just the best. Will daddy do his duty with me too?"

"Soon, probably at your wedding night like good girls should."

“Well then I hope we get married soon."

"Don't worry, I'm sure daddy will do the right thing. He knows
you can't expect milk from cows for free forever."

"I certainly do and I'll claim you both soon. Wouldn't that be
moving quite fast?"

"No, it wouldn't. We already decided, mommy and me."

"It's 'mommy and I'" Ariana corrected.

"I think he got what I meant. Daddy's not a dumb dumb poopy head.
That's why we chose him."

"Well that and how he's looked out for you since he met you."

"And he has a perfect cock."

"Maria!"

"That's what you told the lady who does your hair. Why can't I
say that? I've seen and tasted it too. I'm going to be daddy's
second wife. I'm not a little girl."

With two beautiful girls, it's not too surprising that I didn't
last long. To her credit neither did my lover when she felt me
dripping out of her. I rolled to the side and Maria cleaned me
without being asked before Ariana pulled her little girl's head
into her sweet folds. The girl resisted at first but settled down
after her tongue decided that mommy wasn't so nasty.

When she was done cleaning up Ariana, she laid back and said, "I
think mommy tastes better than daddy," as if now she were an
expert on giving head.

"Why do you think I like to eat you all day? Girls are made of
sugar and spice and everything nice. Boys are snakes and snails
and puppy dog tails."

"That's horrible! You aren't that yucky but she still tastes
better." I could only respond the best way I knew how, pulling
her legs apart and burying my face in her tasty little cunny
which elicited cries of shocked surprise and clear enjoyment.

It seemed much too early in the morning that Ariana's weight on
my hips woke me, a creamy parting gift for the both of us. With
her mother no longer separating us, Maria rolled into my arms and
went back to sleep, probably dreaming of what another day with
daddy could mean. Her bare flesh pressed against mine wantonly.
She might call her mom a whore but she was starting to act like
one herself. Didn't mean I was about to piss her mother off by
breaking my promise but she wasn't going to make the honorable
thing easy. I took her in my arms to wait for the time her mother
was "paying" me for.

After our restful slumber, I set up a movie for the two of us.
For once it wasn't "Frozen" but a film on eating vag properly.

"Is this why you got so good, daddy?"

"Part of it. The rest is how I think. I want you two to feel
awesome every time. This might help you get better with mommy
though.

"You don't have to call her that. She's my mom not yours and
you're a grown-up. She wouldn't mind if you called her Ariana.
Maybe even Ari. That's what daddy called her when he was being
sweet and not hitting her face."

"How about 'darling'? Most girls like being called that by men
they love."

"I think she'd like that very muchly." I couldn't even bring
myself to correct her.

"Ok, darling!" I said and she smiled and got ready for a
tongue-lashing by daddy. Again. Didn't matter that it had become
expected. It diminished my enthusiasm not. Perhaps people
wouldn't hate Mondays so much should they involve what mine did.

A bit after 5, Ariana arrived. No longer was it to pick Maria up.
She'd become a live-in permanent guest.

"Welcome home, darling!" I said as she collapsed into my arms.
"Maria said I should start addressing you like that, like an
adult. Ari seemed a bit weird and that it might have bad
experiences and feelings to go with it."

"You're right, maybe one day. Darling is fine for now. I'm tired
and hungry. Hope you don't mind me not cooking."

"Much as I love your apron with nothing else on under it, I
already ordered a pizza. Hope you don't mind. Maria said your
favorite was pineapple and cashew so that's what I got."

"Of course not, darling. Will be a great break after today." With
her speech done, she nestled into my arms just before the
doorbell rang.

"I think I should get that. My order and my house. Excuse me."

I disengaged and answered the door. This isn't one of those skin
flicks where the pizza guy gets paid sexually so I handed over
the money and he left. Ariana gave me a weary smile as we sat
down like a family to our meal.

After our pizza and salad (which I'd also ordered because just
pizza is unhealthy), it was Maria who ducked under the table this
time.

The sound of Maria giving her mother cunnilingus soon filled the
room as did Ariana's lusty moans.

When Maria had finished up, my almost first wife let her get up
and she sat at the table with her mother's pussy juices
glistening on her face.

"Did I do a good job mommy?"

"Yes baby. You learned that just today? Daddy certainly was busy
earning his keep. We will keep him, don't worry."

"I think we'll have to, mommy. I doubt we will find someone who
likes to lick our privates so much. Will he really be able to
stick that in me?"

"Of course. Girls can stretch to make babies come out from there.
Why not for their daddy to enter? Don't worry, I'll be right
beside you if you need it. He should ask to marry us first
though."

Ariana's hinting almost seemed like a threat that I'd better be
sure to act on. I didn't intend to make her wait but my
preparations weren't completed yet. "Wait just a bit longer for
me baby. Patience."

Ariana merely turned on her heel, her daughter hot on her heels.
When the girls didn't return, I walked into my bedroom to find
the two of them in matching, semi-transparent nightgowns. I
settled in without a word and once more took the two in my arms.

"I do love you, you know. It's not like I'm making you wait on
purpose. I just want things to be worthy of the two of you.
Please don't be cross with me!"

"I am not cross with you. I realize you have your reasons and not
everything will happen on my timetable. Just as long as you
aren't leading us on, it's really okay."

"I am far from being so cruel. I want you almost as much as you
both want me, believe it."

"Good night, darling!" we both said in unison since continuing to
talk was unnecessary and she'd had a long day. Oh how I wished I
could speed up time so they could be truly mine.

My almost wife woke me in her customary fashion: with sex. Today
she'd foregone underwear because she said she liked to feel my
cum leaking out on her thighs at work. Said that it made her feel
like a dirty, slutty whore. I told her that wasting sperm wasn't
very Catholic. "Neither is sex outside marriage but I don't hear
any complaining from you when we do. See you in a few hours," and
with that she was gone again.

My mind was elsewhere the whole day. I imagined these two
beauties in wedding dresses, walking each other down the aisle.
For obvious reasons, Ariana's dad wouldn't be invited; none of
her family would be. It seemed sad and lonely but the wedding
wasn't a time to see how many people you could afford to invite.
No, it was a time for uniting two sets of people, hopefully
forever.

"Is something wrong daddy? You aren't eating me the way you
usually do. It's still good of course but not as good as when you
give it everything."

"I am really sorry about that," I said as I drew her close, "I
was thinking about our wedding day. I want to see you gorgeous
ladies walking down the aisle toward me. We don't need lots of
people to make the day special, just you special people."

"We love you too, daddy." Maria snuggled closer and fell asleep
for a nap. Now to wait on her mother's return. My plans had
finally come to fruition and I hoped to act on them, tonight if
all went well.

Our sleepy time was interrupted by Ariana's body sinking into bed
with us and sending a ripple through the water bed. Had I left
the door open or given her a key? I couldn't imagine I'd have
intentionally put my charge in harm's way like that.

"I know what you're thinking," came the voice. "You gave me a
key. Just relax!" which isn't something you tell a guy whose
pants you are reaching into.

"We have dinner reservations in a few hours. Do whatever it is
girls do to make themselves so irresistible and meet back here."
I meant to give her a playful swat on the butt but she was
already gone. "You should have your mom ready you up too," I said
to Maria.

"Five more minutes, daddy" she told me sleepily.

"Now, little one!" I hated to be harsh with her but that’s what
being a parent sometimes invol	ves. She scampered quickly after
her mother and I could hear them getting ready, their gossip
never letting up for a second. I suppose that meant I should
prepare as well. Wouldn't do to have some shaggy guy like me
escorting two such lovely ladies to the nicest restaurant in
town.

Two hours or so later, long after I'd finished showering, shaving
and getting dressed, my two 'girlfriends' finished up. I wasn't
sure that I'd be able to keep from prematurely proposing. They
were stunning.

Ariana had on a long, red, flowing evening gown with a sweetheart
neckline, her long hair flowing in waves down her back. As for
Maria, she had on the self-same sundress she'd worn the first
time I had kissed her, hair in ringlets, a big smile on her
angelic face. I held the door for them not so much because I
thought they were incapable or out of chivalry but more from a
wish that their efforts might not be undone.

After a short, silent ride, I told the maitre d' our party name
and we were seated.

You can bet that keeping my mind either on the food or my plans
was a real chore with those two across from me and it was really
good food. Still, a man always gets nervous proposing to the love
of his life. I was proposing to two.

After our salad, breadsticks and whichever entree each of us
chose it was time for dessert. The adults had tiramisu and Maria
had ice cream. As much as it was delicious-and it was-now was the
time to pop the question.

It felt as if every eye was watching as I got down on one knee.
That was the recognized sign of a proposal.

"Ariana, Maria these past few weeks have been incredible. I
realize our relationship has been quite sexual but you are more
than that to me. I've enjoyed spending time with you outside the
bedroom too. It felt like family. I want that feeling forever. I
want us to be an official family. Ariana, Maria, will you make me
the happiest man in the world and let me become your father and
husband? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course" Ariana said as she threw her arms around my
neck.

"Of course, daddy dearest. I want an official family too. You
have my permission and blessing. I'll marry you too should you
want that. I'm probably too young, dumb and ugly though compared
to mommy. You probably don't want me."

"I do want you and I also want to warn you never to say anything
like that again. Next time you'll have to be spanked. I mean it.
I don't want to but I will. Are we clear?"

"Yes, daddy," she said into her melted ice cream. "I can be a
good girl. Just watch."

"I know. You are a good girl. Just one more rule for you to
follow. Finish your food." Ariana and I watched our little
girl-now more officially ours-finish her dessert as we'd long
since finished ours. Her hand reached under the table and
squeezed my knee, the only part of me she could reach, and there
was no need for words. She was saying thanks, I love you and
Maria, and also expressing her happiness in general. It made me
smile back at her and put my hand on hers to tell her I
understood, agreed, and loved them both too.

When Maria had finished her food, I called for the check, paid
it, and escorted my lovelies to the car. They both got almost
impossibly close to me in the parking lot and it took all my
restraint not to touch them how they clearly wanted to be
touched. We might be seen.

As I drove, Ariana in the passenger seat unzipped me and was soon
making noises that reminded me of the vampires feeding in The
Strain. It was truly remarkable I didn't wrap us around a tree,
she sucked that hard. "A little something for my darling hubby,"
said she as she wiped her lips and flashed her pink diamond
engagement ring.

After letting the queen and princess out of the royal carriage,
the royal family all entered our castle together. Sadly it wasn't
really one but we didn't notice or mind.

"Honey, daddy can't give you a ring until you're all done growing
like mommy is. There is something he can though and it's called a
facial. Suck him but keep your eyes closed. He's going to put it
on your face instead of you swallowing. It's one way a man can
claim a woman without a ring."

"I thought you said we were always supposed to swallow."

"You're also not supposed to do what mommies and daddies do
before you get married but we've been doing that too."

"Ok, I understand."

Maria couldn't deep throat like her mother could but her tongue
more than made up for it. It wasn't long before I pulled back and
glazed her face with tears of semen.

"It's so hot on my face and slimy. I guess I belong to daddy
now."

"Yes, you certainly do," said Ariana as she took a picture of her
daughter's facial before handing her a warm washcloth to clean up
with. "You did great, honey. Daddy is a lucky man. It's late so
we shouldn't try to do more. Bedtime little lady!

"Yes, mommy." Maria ran off to brush her teeth. Ariana wrapped
her arms around her new fiancé. We had no need to say how lucky
we thought we both were. It was quite obvious to us.

"Make me a sammich!" Maria commanded.

"We just ate and you're hungry again? What do you want: turkey,
ham, egg salad?"

"No, silly mommy and daddy. I want you to be the bread and I'll
be the inside. I want to sleep between you guys."

Ariana and I laughed at our apparent stupidity. "As you wish."
Ariana got the Princess Bride reference, fortunately, and
suddenly we had another thing to connect us, that we agreed on.
We each took one of our little girl's hands as we walked to bed
and laid down with her.

As we drifted exhausted off to dreamland, I gave each of them a
goodnight kiss that said I loved them without words.

For the next bit, Ariana planned our wedding at each free moment.
I told her we didn't need a lot of people, maybe didn't even have
that many we liked or wanted to share the day with. Besides, I'd
technically be marrying Maria as well and that would turn some
heads.

"Can I still call you daddy when we're married?"

"Call me what you want. You'll be my wife."

"What about dumb dumb poopy head? Too long?"

"Only when I deserve it, please. You can keep calling me daddy."

"I like saying daddy. Since mommy can't make a baby as much you
two try, you'll have to make one in my tummy. I can be your
favorite wife. I'll be the bestest. Just you watch." There was no
need to prove herself. I believed her. However, it wasn't like
I'd hate the idea of getting my 'daughter'/second wife with
child. I was still a man and it appealed to me very much. Neither
was it technically incest. We shared no DNA, much like how porn
dances around the incest issue with their step-whatevers banging
each other. I guess should they love each other like I did with
Maria, maybe it would feel like being related by blood.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Well I can decide better when you can put a baby in me. You
don't want to daddy? I might not be as pretty as mommy but you're
sure?" Oh damn, not the pouty face!

"I think you're pretty now. Let's get married next Sunday. I
can't wait months or years for you and mommy."

The following week dragged by far too slowly and I'm a patient
man. We flew out to Las Vegas for one of those wedding chapel
things since we were impatient to get hitched and we didn't need
some elaborate ceremony. We were in love; nothing else mattered.

As I stood at the head of the chapel, Maria escorted Ariana down
the aisle since her father wasn't invited for obvious reasons.
They both wore white even though clearly Maria was the only
virgin. Since we couldn't have two girls marry me, she was our
maid of honor.

After a mercifully short ceremony, we kissed and walked out as
husband and wife.

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas so the fact that I
found myself naked in bed between a mother I'd legally married
and her little girl who secretly married her daddy shouldn't be
so strange. The stiffy they were causing wasn't out of place
either.

"We both love our new husband so much, so hard." This coming from
the girl who technically wasn't my wife. "Daddy, I want you to be
my first. Mommy explained it all to me. I want to give you that
present I can't give any other and we are married. I love you
with all my heart and I know she does too or we wouldn't be your
wives. Please!" Out of the two of them, it was super obvious
who'd be able to get daddy to do whatever they wanted. Unless
Ariana could do an equally compelling 'little miss pouty face',
there was not really a competition.

I told my little mistress that I would certainly try and Ariana
set up a video camera to capture her little one's wedding night
and then took a stance at her head. I had heard that in the past,
the mother of either the bride or groom would hide under the bed
to offer advice or encouragement to the couple. Seemed weird and
creepy to me but I wasn't about to argue with a naked wife. Not
when she started a 69 of her own volition to relax her little
girl to more easily take daddy's dick.

When the two girls were quite relaxed and sated, I positioned
myself against Maria's cherry. If that's what this little wife
wanted, I would do it just to avoid that blackmail pouty face.

"OW! YOU'RE HURTING ME DADDY. YOU'LL BREAK ME. MOMMY, MAKE IT
STOP!" Ariana's only answer was to hold her daughter's wrists
down so she couldn't try and push me away. With one final push I
broke through her chastity. It was so sudden that I bottomed out
against her cervix with her barrier down. I pulled out to survey
the damage and to regain my stiffy.

"I am so sorry! Not every girl is like that."

"I know. Mommy told me it didn't hurt when hers broke which was
fortunate under the circumstances."

"But it hurt plenty when you got borned. Just think about that
when you can have daddy's kids. It will be longer and more
painful than what daddy just did."

"I will have to see but I might still want to, to be a good girl
and to show how much I love our husband."

"Good news is, worst is over. It'll get better from here,
princess. I'm really sorry it hurt so much."

"I know you are. It's getting bigger again. I know you didn't
finish so we have to keep going."

Ariana pulled Maria's legs back and I thought I knew why. It put
my cock at a perfect angle to hit my little wife's G spot.
Maria's moans as we made slow, sweet, sensual love confirmed it.
I was playing with her clit for good measure and she clearly felt
the warmth as I came since she would let out a squeal of pleasure
each time.

When I wrapped up and pulled out, Warrant's "She's my Cherry Pie"
was playing as I looked at her bloody, creamy slit. I took a
picture to carry with me on my phone and gave her a kiss. "I love
you so much, Maria."

"I love you too, daddy. You should give mommy some loving now.
She looks a bit left out."

I turned my gaze to Ariana. "I want you to take my anal cherry.
It's the only virginity I have for you. My family were afraid I'd
get shit on their dicks so they didn't anal rape me. Lucky me I
guess.”

"As you command, my queen!" She tried to punch me to get me to
desist but it failed comically. "Relax, mommy! It will be easier
that way I'm sure." Little did she know she'd just given the best
advice you can give someone about to take their first anal
fucking. I pushed Ariana so she was flat on the bed and not on
hands and knees like my sexy bitch. I'd also heard it was better
this way.

"Pull your cheeks apart, my lovely." Ariana complied wordlessly
and without protest. This served to get my erection going enough
to put the condom on. Who knew if the beautiful girl had given
herself an enema or something. I wasn't fond of getting my dick
shit-covered either. Afterwards I worked a large amount of anal
lubricant onto my shaft and teased her pucker with another glob
and my finger. Preparation, lube and relaxation are the keys to
butt stuff.

Maria just watched in disbelief as her parents played adult
games. It was either the greatest thing ever or the most
disconcerting. Exhibition vs. voyeurism.

Due to the preparations we'd undergone, Ariana enjoyed the
experience enough to ask for a second round. Since I'd already
popped Maria's cherry and Ariana's anal cherry, I politely turned
her down. Since we were married now, there'd be plenty of time
for that.

Fast forward a few years to Maria's quinceañera. I knew it was
sort of outdated now. The law doesn't like fifteen-year-old girls
getting married or screwed. Who doesn't like a party though?
Mexican food is just amazing.

"Daddy," my little one said into my ear as we enjoyed the
traditional father-daughter dance, "you do know what happens at
these kind of events, right?"

"Of course, I married your mother. We've discussed how often it's
where the girl is knocked up and sometimes before, often by her
family."

"Well you know how she was treated at hers. I'm sure you'll be
nicer. You don't seem the type to force fuck a girl. Forcefully
fuck her, sure." she winked at me.

"I am not sure I understand."

"Men never do understand their wives." She gave me a soft kiss on
the neck. "We've been married for years now and you still don't
know what I want?" How long was this song? I guess all mariachi
is like this.

"I don't have a clue, sweetheart. Must be very important though."

"Totally. You might not legally be my husband but that doesn't
mean I've never thought of kids. If it's traditional, we should
try to uphold those traditions. I don't want anyone else. I want
you to get your little girl with your baby in her belly." Well
now she had my attention!

When the dance ended, she took my hand and led me off the dance
floor to a relatively quiet room. "Come, give me cum!" She
wrapped her arms around my neck, lips pressed to mine to start
the foreplay and fell backward onto the bed with me getting
dragged down on top of her.

"I am not a liar and we've shared some good times on this bed..."
I hadn't noticed the room but it truly was our own "but now it's
your job to get your backup wife pregnant. I know how hard you've
tried to get mommy bearing your kids. So much trying! But she
can't so I must. And don't think I do it out of some sense of
obligation. It's what I want most. I know you don't have a
problem with my body. So much saying you love me! I'm not some
hormonal crazy bitch, not doing it for female empowerment or
because girls have had babies for years. It's the only present I
want you to give in this party."

"Are you quite done? I was already going to do it, you're my wife
just as much as your mother is. Come here!" We resumed our making
out and soon she and I were in our birthday suits and she was in
my lap.

"Oh, I can feel your dick against my skin. I bet you want your
daughter's pussy so much, don't you pervert daddy?"

"More than anything baby. Daddy wants to feel you around him, see
you growing his babies inside you. I want you so much!" She took
the cue and soon my wish was granted. Over and over we made love
the way a husband and wife or dad and daughter should and over
and over we told the other we loved them.

When we were done, I laid her back and elevated her hips before
shooting her with my camera phone. A thin line of daddy's love,
which she couldn't keep inside her, ran down her and wound up in
the cute butt she'd clearly gotten from mommy.

"Daddy, I feel pregnant." Obviously it didn't work like that but
I wasn't about to argue with a girl so full of my baby seeds.

"I sure hope so, sweet princess Maria. Daddy will try until he's
made sure you are though. Your mother is probably worried sick
that we've been gone for so long. I'd better get back. Come when
you feel like it. I understand if you don't feel sociable right
now. Just remember that daddy loves you, princess."

"And your backup wife loves you too. Now go..." but her words
were cut off by my goodbye kiss. Hopefully Ariana wouldn't kill
me until I died.

I took my other wife in my arms, she was wearing the same
beautiful red dress she was wearing when I'd proposed to her and
her daughter. No, our daughter. Legally she was mine too.

"What kept you so long? I was starting to worry." I showed the
picture of our little one's creamy slit and she nodded her
understanding. "I can see you were both quite busy getting
pregnant. She's been talking and asking about it since her first
period. 'When will daddy get me pregnant?' Things like that. Am I
a terrible wife and mother to hope you got our 15-year-old
pregnant? I want to see her growing belly. Does that make me a
terrible person?"

"Maybe," I said. "Does it make me a terrible father and husband
to say I enjoyed the possibility that she might get knocked up or
that it's my daughter?"

"Probably. I guess we're both terrible parents."

"The worst," I assented. "But as long as I have you both in my
life, I don't give a flying fuck."

Epilogue:
Probably cliche to say lived happily ever after. Maria had twins
on her 16th birthday and I promised not to put her through
another pregnancy if she kept lactating. She said “Yes, for
now.” Neither mommy or daddy wanted to see her lose her lovely
bosom. Spiced up our threesomes. We're the worst parents ever!