Our Innocent Daughter Ashley
“Now remember, once Daddy is inside of you, we really can’t ask him to stop, no matter how much you scream or how much it hurts. What I’m going to do is to make sure that you keep on fucking him when it starts to hurt,” I explained, “so make sure that you want this.”
My screams of pleasure were muffled by the comforter of the bed I was half on. My face and chest were mashed into the mattress, and my ass was in the air, legs wrapped around my husband Steve, as he supported my hips and thrust that big hard cock of his in and out of my wet pussy. I was as horny as ever, I just couldn’t cum.
He plowed me hard and enthusiastically, but for all that it felt pleasurable, it wasn’t driving me over the edge and into an orgasm like it used to. And this wasn’t the first time, this had been happening more and more frequently over the last year.
I knew there was one fantasy, one single mental image, that would make me instantly cum while he fucked me. Normally I wouldn’t be bothered with fantasizing during sex to help me get off, that’s part of sex, but the fantasy I’d been having lately was one I’d rather avoid. Only when I was so close to the edge of cumming, so close I was almost crying, did I let my mind wander into this new fantasy.
That’s how I was right then, getting rammed, the juice from my elevated cunt running up my stomach to where my tits met the bed. In my mind, I saw the first images of the fantasy. I tried to make myself think about something — anything — else, but it was no good. As soon as the fantasy started, my cunt juiced up hard and I had to give in to it. I closed my eyes and instantly my brain flooded with the sexiest scene I didn’t want to imagine: I’m sitting naked on my bed, legs spread. Between my spread thighs, my 10-year old daughter Ashley is laying against me. I can feel the smooth skin of her naked body as I wrap my arms around her. I’m rubbing her bald, wet slit with one hand, while the other fondles her little growing nipples, and my mouth is divided between kissing her and licking her neck. I quietly whisper into her ear that “Daddy’s cock is going to feel so good inside you, sweetie. I’m so proud that you want to try to take it all, you’re going to make him go wild when he fucking comes deep inside your tight little pussy.”
I watch Steve approach us, rock hard, smiling like a little boy at Christmas, which in a way he is. I spread Ashley’s pussy lips, and as my lips and tongue brush over her earlobe I say, “look how big Daddy’s cock is! That’s all for you, honey, you’re such a sexy little girl that Daddy can barely contain himself. You remember how much he came when I taught you to suck his dick, right?”
“I was soaked in it. It was so warm and wet and I loved you licking it off of my face, Mommy,” she replies.
“Now remember, this is probably going to hurt a little bit when we first start. Let me know now if you get scared, it’s all right to be, Daddy will just have to settle for fucking me instead. You won’t be disappointing him,” I tell her.
“I’m not afraid. I want Daddy to fuck me ’til he comes. And I hope he takes his time!” she says.
Her hips and buttocks grind against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “You’re so fucking hot, Ashley, I loved eating out your pussy with Dad last night.”
“I loved eating you out. I didn’t know how pussy tasted, but it tastes really good! I can’t wait for daddy’s big hard cock to be inside of me.”
“Now remember, once Daddy is inside of you, we really can’t ask him to stop, no matter how much you scream or how much it hurts. What I’m going to do is to make sure that you keep on fucking him when it starts to hurt,” I explained, “so make sure that you want this.”
“I know how much it’s going to hurt, mom. I want it to, it means that daddy must really be enjoying it because my pussy is so tight!” she says, turning her body a little bit to look me straight in the eye.
My heart melts with that, this girl is so much like her mother. “I love you so much, Ashley, I love you more than anything else I’ve ever known,” I say before I bend down slightly, press my lips against hers, let my tongue slide into my little daughter’s small mouth. Her tongue plays with mine, and I move my hand from her cunt to start stroking her long silky blond hair, her juices still wet on my fingers. She moans, and at first I think it’s because of our french kiss which is driving me wild at the time. She starts moaning more, and I realize it’s because Steve is between her legs, licking her tiny sensitive clit. I stop kissing to let her moan at full volume. In a moment, he takes his head from her cunt and smiles at the two of us.
“I love you too, sweetie,” Steve says to her, “I’m so proud of you. You’re so fun and smart and cute and sexy. I’m so glad that you’re letting me have the chance to show you how much I love you physically.”
“Daddy, I want you the same. I love you so much and I want to show it to you by making you feel sooo good. And I want to feel you inside of me, feel my daddy deep inside, and I want you to come there, and I’ll know that I love you so much that part of you is still inside me even if you’re not there.”
Back in the real world, this fantasy is caused me to come hard, practically screaming, the second wild orgasm in a row. I saw images of me teaching Ashley how to let Steve’s big dick enter her tiny hole, how smooth her ass would feel, how she’d struggle when Steve is first pushing it into her, and how she’d quiver and shake with her orgasm when he fucked her, when my fingers massage her clit, and how she and her daddy would watch her mommy eat Steve’s cum out of her pussy. I came in four wild powerful orgasms in a row before Steve finished fucking me.
He groaned, grunted, thrusting himself in deeper to me. I massage his dick with my cunt, squeezing all the dripping hot cum out of him and into my pussy. We collapsed on the bed. We panted. We kissed. My nipples brushed against his soft chest hair. I milked his deflating cock with my pussy muscles. He groaned again.
“Do you think we woke Ashley?” he asked me.
“I think we woke her entire fifth grade class,” I said. “I don’t know, I can never tell how loud I am.”
“You were very, very loud. That made me cum so hard.”
“Then it was worth it,” I said, kissing him, “even if we did wake the girl up. Besides, she has to learn the birds and the bees sometime. This is way better than the boring video they’d have shown her in p.e. next year.”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure if hearing your parents do it qualifies as sex ed.” Steve said, then laughed and said “Next time, we’ll let her watch too.”
I laughed also, turned and kissed him, and slid down and started sucking his cock and fingering my pussy. He probably thought I was insatiable. Actually, his joke about having Ashley watch turned me on so much I had to fuck him again. And this time, I didn’t even try to stop the fantasy. Over the next twenty minutes I came twice more, the last while imagining how it would feel to have Ashley eating my pussy while I Steve and I finger her asshole.
A few days later, Ashley and I went out shopping. Summer was coming up fast, and one of the things we needed to get were new bathing suits, and call me a traitor to my gender, but any excuse to go shopping, you know?
“Mom, Can I get a two-piece this year?” Ashley asked.
“You want a bikini?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m tired of all the little-girly ones,” she said, “I’m 10 years old, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
I tried hard not to laugh at that. “Well, you’re not that old. But you’re right, you’re old enough to make your own decisions on this. Plus I think you’d look really good in one.”
Ashley looked through some, and found one she thought was cute. I wasn’t sure about it… despite my fantasies, I thought this one would be too skimpy. It was a blue bikini, with very, very thin straps around the sides and almost a thong in the back. I pulled out another one I thought would be a bit more modest, and we took both to the dressing rooms. While we walked to them, Ashley was fiddling with the straps on hers.
“How do you put this on? Can you help me in the dressing room, Mom?” she asked me. Not too old to have her mom in the dressing room with her. I felt myself get moist.
“Of course, honey,” was all I said. Was there too much enthusiasm in my voice?
There’s nothing sexier than someone totally un-self conscious about being naked. When we got into the dressing booth, I could barely control myself watching her as she carelessly, even eagerly, tossed off her clothes. She turned around, pulling off her shorts and panties, and held out her hand for the bikini. I gave it to her and she tried to put it on. She got the bottom all right, but struggled with the top.
“Mommy, could you help me with this?” she asked. I did, sliding my hands underneath the fabric to smooth it out, coming in contact with the skin on her chest. I brought the two ends of the straps together, touching her back the whole time.
“There you go, Ashley. Turn around, let’s see how it looks,” I said. She spun and flung her arms out with a ‘ta-da!’ look worthy of a game-show hostess. Fucking adorable.
“It’s a little… I’m not used to wearing such a small suit. It almost feels like I’m naked,” she said, checking herself out in the mirror. Adorably fuckable.
“Yeah, it’s not very modest. But you sure look…” Sexy? Slutty? Tasty? Ready to learn the other reason God made tongues? “…pretty in it.”
“Really? I don’t think I’m that pretty. I look ordinary. Even with the bikini I look plain.”
I couldn’t believe that. “Ashley, believe me, you’re very pretty. It’s just because you see yourself everyday that you don’t notice how pretty you are.” I handed her the other bathing suit to try on. She slid the first one off, bottom and then the top. I got a good look at her pretty little body and her pretty little pubis. I hoped she didn’t notice me taking such a big peek, and glad I could gawk more discreetly than my husband. In my head, I altered the picture before me a little: I imagined her standing there as she was, naked, taking the other bikini off of it’s hanger, but with a glistening wet pussy, pink and puffy with excitement.
“Yeah, but not as pretty as some girls. Desiree is really good looking. She’s already getting boobs,” she said.
“Well, there’s more to pretty than just boobs, you know? And besides, you’ll be getting them soon enough.”
A bit of the thin fabric bunched up slightly around the top of her thigh. I slid my fingers into the leg hole to fix it and felt the soft, smooth skin of her mound. My hand was less than an inch away from her little pussy. I nearly gave in to the uncontrollable desire to start fingering her clit, but managed to hold back. I satisfied myself with a slight rub of her ass, supposedly to brush some nonexistent lint off of the bottom. I think a firm ass runs in the family.
Ashley was checking herself out in the mirror with the new, more conservative bikini. This swimsuit showed less, but still clung nicely to her body, and the mothering instincts in me preferred it. I could tell she was taking a deep breath and throwing her shoulders back, trying to give herself a bust.
“This one looks nice too,” she said, putting her hands together and squeezing her chest with her upper arm to create some cleavage. “I just can’t decide, they’re both cute. How old were you when you started getting them?”
“What, bikinis? I don’t–”
“No, mom, BOOBS! How old were you when you got them?” she asked. I felt an excited flush wash over me when I noticed that she was looking at my chest in the mirror. Even if it was in a non-sexual context, Ashley eyeing my rack made tingle in that certain familiar way. I thanked God once again for giving me a primo rack.
“I was a little older than you. I was twelve, actually. I remember wishing for ti-, uh ‘breasts’ when I was blowing out the candles on my twelfth birthday cake.”
“Maybe that’s why I haven’t gotten them yet, no wishing,” she joked.
“Well if they turn out anything like mine, you’ll wish you didn’t have them every time you go jogging. Why don’t we just get both suits, honey? It’s useful to have more than one anyways.” It’s funny how we can have two conversations at once.
Steve and I were sitting on the couch just after he got home. Ashley was watching tv in front of us.
“…then we went shopping for a little while, and got home not too long before you did,” I said.
“What’d you get?” he asked.
“Ashley got two new swimsuits, didn’t you Ashley?” I said.
“Yup, bikinis! I can’t wait until we get to go swimming,” she said. She’s so enthusiastic about everything.
“Bikini’s, eh?” Steve said. I wish I could tell whether he was turned on or disturbed by the idea. But that ‘eh’ was just not definitive one way or the other.
“Yeah, she looks adorable in them,” I said. “Hey Ashley, why don’t you go put one of them on to show Daddy?”
“OK!” she said, hopping up and beginning to scamper down the hall.
“And bring the other one out also,” I called. I think I heard her yell “OK” back.
Steve turned to me. “A bikini, huh? Ashley’s growing up.”
“They don’t stay babies forever, I guess,” I said.
Ashley came down the hall, wearing the blue swimsuit, and holding the skimpy one in her hand. She had a sheepish smile on her face, like she was embarrassed to admit she liked showing off in her suit. She wasn’t like that in the store, so maybe it’s because her daddy was watching now, or maybe because she knew she was on display. Regardless, she did appear to like it.
She dropped the suit she was holding, and did a little pirouette. My hand was on Steve’s thigh, not suggestively, but enough to feel the fabric in his pants shift if he was getting hard. So far nothing, but things were just getting started.
“Very nice. That color looks good on you, sweetie,” he said.
“Yeah, I like the other one more, that’s why I saved it for last,” she said.
“Go ahead and put it on. You can change out here if you want,” I said. Steve turned to me in surprise, but didn’t say anything. I think he figures that since I’m the mommy, and Ashley’s a girl, I’m more qualified than him to make decisions like this.
Ashley hesitated for a moment, then turned around and quickly changed swimsuits. But in her girly way, she took off the first swimsuit before even grabbing the other one. She turned to grab the other suit, and flashed us a nice full body frontal of herself. Steve adjusted himself, making room for a growing cock in his pants, in the way that he thinks is subtle. I knew that this is simply going to be the reaction to a naked pretty girl, regardless of things like age or relationship. Nonetheless, it was gratifying to see. My only real fear was that I was going to leave a wet spot on the couch.
Ashley got on her suit, turned around and took a couple of steps toward us. Steve was obviously flustered. “V-very nice Ashley. That looks really, uh, g-good on you.”
“Don’t you like it?” she asked. I knew the tone in her voice, it said she was teasing him. Steve, on the other hand, was too nervous to be that aware. “No! I mean yes! I mean, I really love it. It looks really, really good. I mean, not in a– it’s cute.”
I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. In between ha-ha’s, I managed to say, “It looks great Ashley. Go put your regular clothes back on and we’ll start getting dinner ready.”
“OK. Daddy, should I change out here?” She asked.
“NO! I mean, your room will be fine,” he said.
After she left, Steve said, “I was sorta caught off guard there.”
“It’s all right, sweetie. Goddamn that was funny.”
“Like I said, she’s growing up.”
That night, all the pent up sexual energy I had felt during the day was released. I came while Steve’s cock was in my mouth and his hand was teasing my clit. I was imagining Ashley sucking off Steve and getting fingered by him.
I came while on my side, as Steve fucked me while straddling one leg, the other thrown over his shoulder. I was imagining devouring Ashley’s pussy at the same time, and Steve and Ashley kissing, their tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths.
I came while Steve was laying on his back, and I was on top of him, on my back, so Steve could cup my breasts and play with my cunt at the same time, and I could turn my head and kiss him. I came imagining Ashley in the same position, Steve fucking her, and me with straddling them both so they could each eat me out at the same time.
I came again while Steve was on top of me, missionary style. He was coming, his moans turned me on so much that I came also. This was just Steve and me, and I was lost in the moment and hearing him groan in such intense pleasure has always been the biggest turn on for me. The slut in me loved making men cum.
As we slowly came down from the orgasmic high, he sighed and rolled out of me. “Geez, honey, that was incredible. How many times did you come?”
“Four, four big ones,” I said.
“What’s with you the last few days? You’ve been a wild woman. Whatever it is, don’t change it.”
“It’s just…” I said. I was trying to make something up, it was a rhetorical question anyways, but still.
“It’s… um, nothing…” I couldn’t look at him. “It’s… shit,” I said and started crying. That one had to throw Steve for a loop. I fuck him like a crazy woman and then start crying. Like a crazy woman. But I wanted to tell him, I wanted to let him know what was going on, and even thinking about it, I was afraid he’d hate me. I was afraid he’d have the reaction I would have had a year ago if he told me he fantasized about boning our little girl.
I felt his arm around me, the warmth of it comforting me, lulling me into trusting him. I always felt safe there, and I was beginning to, even with this.
“What is it, baby, I can listen to you. Tell me,” he said.
“I can’t. It’s too embarrassing,” I said.
“Sure you can, you know that. I won’t judge you, you’re judgement-free in my book. You always have been,” he said.
“You’ll judge me for this,” I said.
“What’s it about?” he asked.
“I’ve been having certain fantasies lately. I’ve been really– I can’t get them out of my mind.”
“Fantasies? They’re not real, they’re just thoughts. You don’t have to be ashamed of your thoughts. Would it make you feel better to tell them to me, or do you want to keep them private? That’s all right too, you know.” Steve should have been a therapist.
“The problem is I want to tell you them, I think it’s important, but I’m afraid you’ll hate me for them.”
“I won’t hate you for your fantasies. You know that, I’m Mr. Acceptance, and frankly, they’re probably going to turn me on too. I mean, everything we’ve done together… you know I can handle it.”
“They can’t be that bad, whatever they are. What is it, other guys? Rape? You’re not going to be able to shock me, I’ve heard it all over the years,” he said. Something about that galvanized me, like it was a challenge.
“You think you have? Here’s the fantasy: I get turned on thinking about Ashley, thinking about teaching her about sex, thinking about introducing her to sex. I think about having Ashley have sex with us. I think about eating her out, about you fucking her, about sliding a dildo in her cunt and about her sucking my tits,” I said, quietly, but with some anger.
“What?” Steve asked.
“You didn’t hear it wrong. Ashley, my daughter, our daughter, 10-year-old innocent girl that I’m supposed to fucking protect, I’m supposed to keep people from doing this, not fucking encourage it. What the hell is wrong with me, what sort of mother am I? What the hell–”
“Julie! Julie, you’re still a great mother, now calm down.”
“But I was right, you hate me don’t you?”
“No! I love you just as much, I love you even more for being honest with me. I’m not ashamed, I’m not even scared.”
“Why not? You fucking should be! I don’t know if I can keep this just a fantasy much longer. I could barely keep my hands off of her when we were trying on swimsuits this afternoon. And don’t think it was an accident that I told her to change in front of us, in front of you. I was hoping you’d be as turned on as I was. I was hoping you’d want the same thing. I would have let you fuck her right then if you asked me to.”
“Look, even I got turned on a little there, I don’t feel bad about it. I mean, I’m not saying–”
“You got turned on because there was a naked girl in the room. You got turned on because you briefly wondered ‘what if’. You didn’t spend the whole rest of the night imagining it, did you? You didn’t just fuck me imagining all the different ways she could join in, right?”
I looked him directly in the eye and asked, “Why don’t you hate me?”
“Because I don’t. Because I love you and I married you.”
“That’s not it.”
“Because I’ve done it too. I’ve thought about it. A lot. A lot more than you think. Maybe not as much as you have, and I’ve never tried to get her naked or anything. But I’ve stolen a couple of glances. I wasn’t ever going to do anything, you know make a move or anything, but I bet every father thinks about it at least a couple of times. They have to, I can’t be the only one, just me and all the bastards that actually do something. I’m sure they all do at some point, right?” This was an admission, and he was as scared of admitting it as I was. And just as relieved, too.
“I think so,” I said. “I think it’s not uncommon.”
“Are you angry?” he asked.
“Of course not. Not after what I said.”
“I know, but somehow, I think I’d understand if you were, even despite what you said. Because maybe not every dad thinks about it, maybe it is just the bastards that actually do it,” he said.
“They– They’re not all bastards, the ones that actually do something. It doesn’t always screw girls up for life. Sometimes… sometimes it’s perfectly normal and a real expression of love.” I said.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Fuck. This was venturing into big time secret time. I considered lying, but we were way past that. I looked in Steve’s eyes and knew that I could trust him.
“Daddy and I used to sleep together… We used to make love and it was something I wanted, too. I don’t tell people because then they make certain assumptions, so that’s why I never told you. And yeah, maybe that’s why I’m such a horny, slutty wild girl, and I bet that’s why I’m so interested in Ashley now, but still, I’ve always looked back on it happily. I never felt forced into it, and I think that’s why I don’t have the bad experiences with it most other girls had. I liked it, and I’m glad we did it. I’m glad he taught me how, I’ve never considered it wrong. But somehow I feel like a terrible mom wanting the same thing for my daughter.”
Steve looked at me, his arm still around me. He placed his other hand on my head, ran his fingers through my hair gently. While I was telling him my secret, I noticed him begin to get erect. Afraid that I might get mad, he was trying to hide it from me.
“It’s all right Steve, you don’t have to keep it down. In fact, I’m glad I was able to finally tell you about that. And I like knowing it turns you on.” I placed a hand on his hips and gently turned him and his cock towards me. Then I started stroking it lightly “I always get excited thinking about that part of my life, and I’m really glad we can share it in bed, regardless of how we deal with the rest of all this.”
He spread his legs out so I could get a better angle, at the same time bringing the hand in my hair down to my breast, and started stroking gently, which sent tingles up my spine.
“Well, what do you want to do?” he asked me, “Knowing what I know about how we both feel, now that it’s out in the open especially, I doubt we can just put it away. But we can keep it as a private fantasy, something just between us. Something we won’t share with the swingers at the dances.”
“That’d be nice. But do you think we’d be able to stop there? How can we be sure that we’re not going to let ourselves start trying to get Ashley involved for real? I don’t know if I trust myself after today,” I said. Even bringing it up in this context was getting me wet, but it pleased me to see that Steve got even harder at the same time. He shifted himself, laying me out on the bed and positioning himself between my legs. I felt him slide in with the comfortable ease of familiar lovers going back for seconds. But the rush of pleasure from the friction of his dick in me was especially intense because I knew we were both thinking about Ashley.
“Well, I think that I can control myself. And frankly, I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. Today happened because you were bottling it all up. I think by talking with each other, it can be kept here, in our bed, between us” he said, steadily over the slow, shallow thrusts that he was using as a prelude.
“Do you really think so? I want to believe it, but… I had my hands less than an inch away from her pussy today. If we were at home instead of the middle of the department store, I’d have started rubbing her little clit and explaining to her just why we have the little man in the boat.” I was serious, but intentionally using cruder language to get Steve even more worked up.
“Even with that, it shows your restraint. But there’s a real question here, one I don’t think you’ve fully considered.” he said, sliding one hand under my ass and another onto my nipples.
“What?” I asked, breathless, he was just getting into it. Not wanting to give up the upper hand in this fuck, I started nibbling on his neck and ears, and slid a finger into his ass.
“Oooh… the question is not, can you keep your hands off of her, but do you really want to?” Steve was quietly talking to me, looking me straight in the eye, Sliding his cock in and out of my pussy in even deeper thrusts. He ran a hand through my hair, bent down and softly whispered into my ear, with a little nibble here and there. “I mean, I’ve never really considered it before, but if your father was able to provide you with the love and kindness needed to teach you about sex, to actively have sex with you without you being consumed by guilt or shame, maybe we can too.”
A massive wave of pleasure slid through my body as he said that. I turned us over, so I was on top, riding him, roaming my hands over him. I spread my legs and bent them up to take him as deeply as I could. I moved on his cock slowly, not wanting to get too worked up yet. He pinched my nipples hard and I dug my fingernails into his chest. “Tell me more, tell me about how you want us to teach Ashley,” I said.
“The most important thing would be to make sure she knows that she’s not doing anything wrong. So that means always being open with her, and I think she’s going to be more curious about what we haven’t taught her than what we have. So if she wants to lick your pussy, you should let her. Or if she wants me to stick a finger up her little ass while I’m eating her out, then I should. And if she wants you to teach her how to use your vibrators, then lets whip ’em out.”
I was riding his cock faster and faster, uncontrollably. I loved hearing him say these things, and I could tell he loved it to. I kissed him, running his tongue inside his mouth.
“It’s your turn to tell me more, now,” Steve said, “what did daddy do right that let him get to enjoy you? What should we do?”
“We were always very physically affectionate, lots of hugs and kisses. Moving further was almost the next logical step it seemed. When he would come in to kiss me good night, he would sing me a little song or tell me a story. I think I was about eight when I noticed a little change. When he’d kiss me, the kiss would last a little longer than a quick peck. IT felt good and I didn’t want it to end. After a while, I noticed that he would hug me, and then only take one hand off me to read me a story, and the other would stay on my body. A would snuggle up to him, and his hand would slide up and down me as he read. Sometimes he wouldn’t read, he’d just ask me about my day or tell me about his or we’d talk about something. I liked that the best because he’d put both hands on me. He’d look right in my eyes, and put one of his big hands on my chest, and then kiss me. I would feel really good in my cunny, and I always wished he’d move his hand a little further down. One night he did, and he was rubbing me through my nightie. I kissed him again, and this one lasted a long time. I think he was making sure to keep his hand on top of my pajamas so that he wouldn’t be crossing some sort of line. But I wanted him to, so after a few minutes I grabbed his hand, hitched up my nightie and put his hand on my panties. A minute later I moved his hands under my panties. It was really hard to keep the nightie up, so I just took it off, and took my panties off also. It felt great being naked in front of him, and I nearly came when he told me how beautiful I looked. I finally did come when he kissed me again, this time french kissing me. I mean, imagine how fucking hot it was! I was completely naked, and in my daddy’s arm, and he was rubbing my pussy and frenching me at the same time. I didn’t know what any of it was, but I knew I wanted more of it. And I remember thinking how much my daddy must love me to be so nice to me and make me feel so good.”
“Oh my god!” Steve said, and I didn’t know if it was from the story or me fucking him, but it was probably both. I was so turned on I was on the verge of a massive orgasm, and I was intentionally trying to slow myself down so that I’d be able to talk to him. But it was getting hard to control myself, and with the way he was playing with my tits and my hair, I knew he was incredibly turned on and barely able to contain himself.
“I think the moment he kissed me and I felt his tongue enter my mouth was probably the most erotic moment of my entire life. It was like all of a sudden, a whole new world was open, like I knew exactly why people did stuff like this. I want Ashley to have a moment like that, and Steve, I want you to be the man to give it to her. I get so turned on thinking about it: You kiss her and open her mouth and feel what it’s like in there. Oh god, I’m going to come- Steve, wouldn’t you like making out with our little girl? You’d kiss her, then I would, wouldn’t you love to see that? To see me and her kissing, see her touching my tits, feeling them? Her mouth would still be warm from yours, and she’d give out little moans of pleasure? Then we could both take her clothes off, and then she and I could take yours off, and I’d teach her how to suck your big cock.”
“Oh god! I love this, I’m gonna cum so hard soon! Shit, I hope you’re getting off as much as I am!” he said.
“I haven’t even gotten to the best part, where she and I are taking turns sucking your cock. I want her to be the one to get your cum, and she swallows a lot of it, but a lot of it is splashed on her, on face and in her hair, across her lips and chest and even some onto her pussy, and I lick all of it up, lapping up your cum, rubbing some of it into her hot little body, sliding my tongue all over her, kissing her, licking her pussy– Oh shit! Steve, god fuck me! Fuck me hard, fuck me like you’re fucking her, like we’re teaching her all about sex and you’re– oh fuck! Your cock feels so good! I can’t wait until you get to put it in her! Oh god. Steve, I’m fucking coming right now! Uuuuh” Another massive orgasm shook through my body, but I wasn’t done yet. I just hoped Steve could last for what I had planned.
I took Steve out and slid him into my ass. I was so stimulated and ready for the raw feeling of his thick cock raping my anus that I had no trouble getting it inside me. The juice from my orgasms provided a lube, and soon I was fucking him harder than before.
“Oh, shit. Julie, you’re such a hot little bitch! You really should teach Ashley about fucking, that way I’ll know she’s learning it right!” I started fucking even harder when he mentioned her. His cock was filling me in incredible waves of pleasure and a little pain as he slammed it home. He kept up the dirty talk: “Teach her how to suck dick, and eat your cunt, and how to take my cock up her little tight pussy. When she’s learned all that, we can teach her how to get fucked up the ass, she can be taught by the expert.”
Pretty soon I was at my limit, an orgasm passed on and my ass was about as fucked as it can possibly get. I know how turned on Steve gets when I get really nasty, and I was about to get REALLY nasty. I took his rock hard shaft out of my ass, turned around, took it into my mouth and sucked hard. I licked the entire thing, and could taste his pre-cum, my pussy and a large dose of the inside of my shitter. I sucked wildly, loving every second of it, and in a minute, Steve was rewarding me with a massive gush of cum that filled my mouth. Some slid out between my lips, got in my hair, a little in my eye, but I swallowed most of it.
“God you’re incredible,” Steve said, pulling me towards him. He wiped his cum off my face and rubbed it gently into my tits. We didn’t say anything, we just kept kissing each other lightly and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 2: Another step closer (MF, pedo)
The next few nights were similar. We’d fantasize together about various ways to violate Ashley, or I’d tell him about what it was like growing up sleeping with my dad. During the fantasizing/reminiscing we’d fuck like animals. After a few day of getting extremely comfortable with allowing her to be a fantasy partner (if not yet a real one), we took the brave step of continuing to talk about it after we’d finished making love. Previously, it was only before and during sex that the subject would be brought up. Afterwards, we couldn’t make the excuse of pent-up horniness, but since it was foremost in our brains, we’d fall right asleep. Neither of us liked this, though, and within a week, we were openly discussing it, even after a good cool-down period. Sure, it often just led to more fucking, but still this was something we were talking about actively, almost seriously.
One night, a couple weeks later, we were at a birthday party at a friend’s house. I was horny, drunk and a bit high on some poorly cut cocaine a scuzzy cousin of the guest of honor brought. But hey, at least it was mostly free (I showed him my tits). Anyhow, I gulped down my apple martini and decided to play one of my favorite games: Get-my-man-so-horny-in-a-public-place-that-he-takes-me-home-and-fucks-the-shit-out-of-me. It’s a fun game, you should try it some time. I turned to Steve and leaned in to kiss him, then whispered into his ear. “Ashley is sleeping over at Kelly’s house tonight. The house is empty, you know what that means?”
“We have the house to ourselves, we can make as much noise as we want,” he whispered back. “We can watch porn on the living room.”
“It’s even better than that…” I said, and gnawed on his neck, “… it means Ashley’s room is empty. Her bed is empty. You can take off my clothes and we can fuck in her room. We can fuck each other right on her bed.”
“Oh, shit, that sounds hot,” he said and his pants were already beginning to tent.
“It gets better. I can take a pair of her panties and put them on. Just imagine how hot my pussy will look with Ashley’s tiny panties stretched across them. You’ll be able to see the way they squeeze my cunt so tight. You can tear them off me and stick your hard cock into me. You can fuck me, right there on her bed. I’ll call you ‘daddy’ and you call me ‘Ashley’ and we’ll pretend you’re fucking her. And tomorrow night, she’ll be sleeping in the bed you fucked me on… Come on, daddy, take me home and fuck me. Please, daddy? I’ll suck your cock and get it nice and hard for you. Please?!!”
“OK, Ashley, let me take you home. Daddy wants to fuck his little girl, Ashley” he said.
He got up, took my hand and led me out as quickly as he could. During the car ride home, I pulled up my skirt and stuck my hand down my thong and lewdly played with myself. I think a trucker saw me rubbing my cunt. I turned on the cabin light to make sure he got a good look. He honked his horn and laughed. I licked my pussy soaked fingers one by one. He nearly drove off the road.
When we got home, we went straight for Ashley’s bedroom. I started dropping clothes the moment I walked in from the garage, so all I was wearing were my high heels, my bra and my wedding ring by the time I opened up her underwear drawer. I picked out a pair I didn’t think she’d miss and could barely get them on. My thighs nearly ripped the legholes and the back left half of my ass exposed. The elastic dug into my skin. My pussy was one mean cameltoe. The plan sounded better on paper than it did in practice, but they were her panties and my wet cunt was soaking them through.
“Daddy, help me take these off, they’re too tight!” I said to Steve. He was wearing just the tight mini boxer-briefs I make him wear. He thinks they make him look gay. He’s right, but his package looks soooo good in them, especially when they’re struggling to contain an angry hard-on.
I sat on the bed and spread my legs wide for him. I heard a rip come from the panties. Steve slipped out of his shorts and I watched his big thick steel cock bounce up and down with his pulse. A drop of his juice fell onto her carpet. He stepped between my legs. I caught the next dribble of pre-cum on my tongue. He reached down rubbed my cunt through the panties. Then he grabbed the crotch of them and pulled hard. I fell backwards onto the bed. I heard the panties begin to tear and an instant later they snapped, stinging me flesh like a loving spanking and then I was naked. My shaved pussy glistened.
“I don’t think my little girl needs to wear panties anymore,” he said.
“Because it’s easier for me to fuck you this way, Ashley. Daddy likes knowing your pussy is ready for me!”
“Are you gonna fuck me now, daddy?” I asked, looking him right in the eyes.
“No, dear. First you gotta suck my cock. Suck daddy’s cock, and then daddy can fuck you.”
“Will you fuck my ass tonight, too, daddy? You promised you would soon!”
“Yeah, I think you’re ready to get a good butt-fucking, little princess,” he said.
Hearing him use his fatherly pet name for our daughter drove me absolutely insane. I opened my mouth wide and hungrily started sucking his cock. It’s a real beauty of a cock, too: It gets super hard with a slight upward bend that finds my g-spot every time.
Oh, he fucked me good that night! He fucked me hard while I was laying underneath him clutching one of Ashley’s stuffed animals. He rammed his cock into me doggy style while I moaned into her pillow. A few minutes later, I was biting that pillow as he stuffed that cock into my ass. When he was ready to cum, I told him to shoot it onto her sheets. His hot semen splashed onto her bed, pooling in a spot already soaked with my pussy juice. When he finished shooting, I found myself rubbing my chest into the big cum spots, getting his jizz all over my nipples. I pushed one breast up to my mouth and licked his cum off of it. I fed him my other tit, watched him swallow his own semen as he sucked on my nipple.
I stole another pair of her panties, this time from her hamper. Little pink panties with hearts on them. They were worn recently and when I held them to my nose and inhaled, the scent of her little soft cunt gave me a rush like they were imported German poppers. I handed them to him and let him do the same.
He pushed my back onto the bed, dove down and licked my pussy so well I came twice in a row. I wiped the panties over my wet snatch, soaking up as much juice as I could. Then I wrapped the panties around his dick and stroked it back to life. His cock was hard again and he put it to good use fucking me again. He called me Ashley some more. I screamed and clawed his back. “Fuck me harder, daddy! Fuck your little baby girl as hard as you can.” I begged. He obliged. He slammed my cunt. I came so hard my vision clouded.
He unloaded his cock deep inside my pussy. He moaned “Ashley” over and over again as he came. He collapsed onto me. I squeezed him and told him I loved him. He squeezed me back and told me he loved me too. I mopped his brow with her panties. Then I squeezed his cum out of my pussy and into the crotch of them before draping them over his softening prick to catch the last bits of love juice it had to offer.
Sweaty, smelly and spent, we fell asleep in her tiny bed. We woke up with the sun, and scrambled to clean up a bit. I washed her sheets and her dirty clothes (including those very dirty panties) while Steve was on hair dryer duty trying to get her mattress free of my wet spot before she returned home. When I put her clothes away, I made sure to put the blue panties in the top of her underwear drawer so she’d choose them first. The torn panties I decided to hide in a sex-toy filled box underneath our bed.
That night, at dinner, she asked why her room smelled funny. I told her it was the glass of apple juice she left on her desk for a week. A few hours later, Steve and I made love furiously, getting off on the knowledge that a few feet away, Ashley was sleeping soundly in the bed we so thoroughly defiled, and the next morning would be wearing underwear we soaked with our love for her.
Chapter 3: “No, we’re not having cat for dinner!” (Fg, MF, pedo)
After we finished making love, I was laying on his chest, hearing his heart beat and running a fingernail across his nipple. I turned to him and said, “Honey… this is getting pretty serious. Are we really going to fuck Ashley? Or is this just a fantasy?”
“I don’t know, baby. It’s.. it’s still just a fantasy. I think it will stay that way,” he said. We both knew it was a lie, and we both pretended to believe it.
‘Almost’… I still think it would only have stayed at the fantasy level if it weren’t for Ashley and a little innocent question she asked one day.
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” she asked one afternoon. Summer had just started a couple weeks earlier, so we generally had the whole day to ourselves. She had taken a dip in the hot tub earlier, and was wearing her skimpy little bikini since then.
“It’s a surprise.” I said. ‘Surprise’ really meant I hadn’t decided yet. ‘Surprise’ was just as likely to be a tuna casserole as it was to be a pizza. This is the sort of stalling tactic good parents learn.
“It’s not cat, is it?” she asked, then almost started crying… “Mommy, I don’t want to have a cat for dinner!”
“What the fu– I mean, what? Cat? Why do you think I’d cook a cat?”
“Last night I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. You and Daddy were making those funny little noises you sometimes make when you’re playing, and I heard you say something like ‘I can’t wait to teach Ashley how to eat pussy’, and Dad said ‘Yeah, Ashley and I could eat your pussy together, and make getting you off a father/daughter project,’ and you said ‘oh, yeah, my–”
“Oh, god, Ashley! No, that’s not what we meant. It was something else entirely,” I said. My heart was racing, she wasn’t supposed to hear that. But I was also glad she did.
“Well, what did it mean?” she asked.
“It was supposed to be between me and Dad,” I said.
“But you were talking about me! Please, just tell me what it meant?” she asked.
“OK, I’ll tell you, but it’s going to seem really weird.” I said. I knew she wouldn’t drop it, so I figured, just be honest… Honestly.
“Here, let’s go into your bedroom for the explanation.” I reached out my hand for her to take, and we walked connected to her room. Just holding her hand was getting me wet. The way she jumped into my lap when I sat down on her bed made me even wetter.
“Now, you ever notice how when Daddy or I kiss you, it’s a quick little kiss, like this?” I said and gave her a warm little kiss, feeling a hot spark of sexual electricity pass between us.
“But sometimes when Daddy or I kiss each other, it lasts a lot longer?” I asked.
“You mean French Kissing?” she asked me.
“Oh, you know about it already?”
“I know what it’s called. I haven’t ever done it.”
“Do you know how it’s done?” I asked.
“You just kiss for a lot longer than usual.” she said, so sweetly. My pulse was racing, and I tingled with the thrill of a new sexual frontier. I felt like I did when I was back in Jr. high, about to go down on one of the local high school girls as a dare. “There’s a little more to it than that,” I said.
“What? Tell me?”
“Better, let me show you. Open your mouth a little. Good, now…”
And then I leaned in and kissed her.
Not a little peck, not a little friendly hello… It was a kiss, it was with tongue, it was as passionate as the kiss Steve and I shared at our wedding. It was as sexy as the kiss between us on our wedding night. I felt a rush of warm pleasure run through my body, and I pulled Ashley closer to me. She wrapped her small arms around my neck, and gave a small moan of pleasure. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I was amazed at how naturally she did it. But then I remembered my first french-kiss, and how it was so easy because your body just took over. She moaned, I moaned, I ran my fingers through her hair, she ran her hands all over my back. She shifted herself, turning herself closer to me, which rubbed her ass against my pussy. If we didn’t have a few layers of clothing between us, I’d have come right then.
Suddenly I knew how guys must feel, wanting to touch every part of a girl, but unsure if it would be too much. I decided to be bold (knowing first-hand how much the girl wants to be touched) and put my hand directly on her chest, which was almost totally flat, but still sensitive. I slid my hand down, caressing her flat stomach, ending on her inner thigh. I could tell from the way she parted her legs slightly that her body was telling her where she’d like that hand to be.
I gently broke off the kiss there, so that we could move on to the rest of the ‘lesson’.
“Wow! I never knew it was like that! Does it feel that good when you and Daddy kiss like that?”
I nodded ‘yes’.
“How come you don’t do it all the time?” she asked.
“Well, because.. um, after a while… actually, that’s a good question. It’s hard to explain, but it’s not something you can do all day every day.”
“I bet I could!” Ashley said, which was so sexy and cute, I just had to kiss her again. I wanted to kiss her for a lot longer, but I made myself stop to ensure that we got to the really good stuff.
“Anyhow, if you thought that was fun, we’re just getting warmed up. But, before we go on, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said.
“OK,” she said.
“We’ve never kissed like that before, and daddy and you have never kissed like that before, and there’s kind of a reason for that. First of all, you have to be a certain age and maturity to be able to appreciate it, but I think you’ve shown you’re capable there. The other reason is that most moms and dads don’t have the sort of relationship that I think we have. In fact, many people wouldn’t approve of what we just did,” I explained.
“Did we do something bad?” she asked.
“No, not at all, it’s just they have different views. You know, like the Indian family down the street, how they’re vegetarians, and don’t eat hamburgers? It’s like that, one’s not more or less right, it’s just how they choose to live is different than how we choose to live. However, it is very important that we not let anybody else know about it. So you can’t mention this to your friends at school or anything. This is something that you, me and daddy all want to keep quiet and to ourselves. But it is definitely not something bad at all, and the only thing is to make sure that everyone wants to be doing it. So, if you ever feel uncomfortable with something, or for whatever reason don’t want to do something, just tell us, and we’ll understand. This is the most important thing, that everyone in our family understand that they aren’t required to do these things, even if they’ve done them before or not.”
“What things? Like the dishes?” she asked.
“No, that’s different. I’m talking things like the kissing we just did, and the things I’m about to show you. There’s a lot more than just kissing, are you ready for it?” I said, now that the preliminaries were out of the way.
“Does it feel as good as the kissing?” she asked.
“I’m definitely ready for it then.”
“Great,.. well first, um,” I couldn’t believe what I was about to say, “why don’t we start by taking off our clothes.”
“OK!” Ashley said, hopping out of my lap and peeling off her clothes as quickly as they could go off. I thought I’d have to do a little explaining why first, but evidently she’s a born exhibitionist slut. It must be in the genes: I once had two guys fuck me in the ass (at the same time) while I sucked off a third, by the poolside of a swinger hotel. It was a great honeymoon.
But still I was surprised at how excitedly she took off her clothes, and for the first time I could let myself linger while admiring her sexy little body. I drank it in, every line that would soon be a curve, the areas that were already curvy, how smooth her pussy was, how nicely that showed off the shine her wet pussy had acquired.
And as I took my clothes off, Ashley watched me. She had hunger in her eyes. I made a little show of it, but it wasn’t my best strip-tease ever because I was dying to get naked with her. Watching her eyes roam over my tits and my well trimmed bush was incredible. I felt sexier than I’ve felt in years. I felt even sexier when I saw her literally lick her lips. I’ve got to say, if you ever get the chance to take your clothes off in front of a sexy naked little girl, do it! It’s exquisite.
“Now, let’s go to my bedroom, I’ve got some visual aids that are going to help in explaining things.” I said.
We walked arm in arm down the hall to the bedroom. My hand drifted down to her smooth, tight ass, and I stroked and caressed her warm cheeks. We turned the corner into the bedroom, and I sat down on the bed. She took the lead, coming close to me, sliding herself in between my thighs, letting her bare stomach come into contact with my soaking pussy. In the same time, she started kissing me, and then in an even bolder move, started licking and sucking my tits.
“Oh, god, Ashley,” I said.
“What? Was I not supposed to do that?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
“No, it was great, honey, I loved it. In fact, that was going to be my next subject, but I think you’ve pretty much got the hang of it,” I said as I pulled her mouth to my nipples again. She suckled a little more, with incredible instincts for how to really make them tingle.
She pulled her tongue off of my tits and asked, “Mommy, do you think my breasts will be as big as yours?”
“Maybe, and maybe smaller or larger. It’s not the size that matters, it’s that you know how to have fun with them. Anyways, you still have a little time before it’s anything you need to worry about,” I said, punctuating it with a playful squeeze of her flat nipples.
“I wish I had them now, so I could be pretty,” she said.
“Ashley, you’re very pretty. Having breasts now wouldn’t make you prettier, they’d just be out of place.”
“But I thought breasts were really important,” she said.
“Well, honey, what makes you pretty right now is that you don’t have them yet. But in a couple of years, you’ll have a fantastic set. So that means that right now is the only time you’ll look like this. So for Daddy and me, getting to play with you now is really something special, because each day is the only day that you’ll look and act exactly like you do on that day, and that makes you just as sexy now as you will be when you’re all grown up.”
“I’m sexy? Really?”
“Oh my god, yeah! Honey, you’re incredibly sexy. Do you know what that means exactly, to be sexy?” I asked, trying to find out what she know.
“Well, sort of… It means that you’re pretty, but in kind of a different way… Like that blue dress I have is pretty, but the bikini we just bought is more sexy. Right?”
“That’s pretty much right. Do you know why it’s called ‘sexy’?”
“Because of sex? I don’t know, but it has something to do with sex.”
“How much do you know about sex?” I asked. The real meat of this conversation. It was killing me not to just skip the lecture and start licking her pussy, but I wanted to be clear about all this.
“Well, I know it’s how babies are made, and I know it’s when a man sticks his thing inside of a woman, and I know that some sperm comes out of the mans thingie and swims into the woman’s egg.”
“All that is true, but there’s more to it, and it’s all the fun stuff. Now, do you remember the other night when you heard me and daddy talking about teaching you to eat pussy? You know those funny noises I made? That was daddy and me having sex. Only sometimes will it make a woman pregnant, most of the time that doesn’t happen. And even though most of the time it’s between a man and a woman, sometimes it’s between two women, sometimes there’s two men, sometimes, two girls and a guy, sometimes a whole party will all be doing it. People do it when they love each other, and when they just like each other a lot, and sometimes just because they like to do it. But regardless of the reason, they also do it because it feels good. I’ve got some videos that have people having sex on it, do you want to watch a little of one to see what it looks like?”
She nodded an enthusiastic ‘yes’, so I put a video from under the bed in, and instantly a scene filled the screen, with a woman on her back on a sleeping bag, getting fucked by a generic porn guy with a huge cock. I turned back to the bed and saw that Ashley had already moved to the head of the bed, against the backrest to get a good view of the tv. Her legs were nicely apart and I got a beautiful view of her beautiful pussy. I momentarily wondered if she noticed me staring when I realized she was staring at me in the same way, taking in every inch of my body. The sexual pride of knowing I was being checked out made me get wetter instantly. I got on the bed next to her and through an arm around her, bring her little body to rest against my tits. With my other hand, I gently stroked her chest and stomach, caressing it, marvelling at how smooth it was.
“Wow, that’s sex? It doesn’t hurt?” she asked.
“No, but it might the first time a man sticks it in,” I said.
“So, um… how do two girls do it?” she asked.
“Well, a lot of ways. You asked about eating pussy? That’s one way. Basically, this is your pussy,” I said, bringing a finger in contact, with her beautiful cunt lips, which were red and swollen with excitement, “and this is eating it!”
I moved myself, practically dive-bombing her vagina, and started slurping away. Finally! It was so hot, even beyond my imagination. I was rewarded by a surprised but happy “oh my god!” from Ashley. Then another one, and another.
Her smooth slit was like eating a woman out for the first time: I was suddenly aware how warm it could be, how many nerves spread themselves across the skin of her pussy, how fragrant the musty smell of her cunt drove me wild with excitement. I let my tongue explore the outer lips of her pussy, and heard a very happy moan each time my tongue slide across them. I licked inside them, spreading her out and working my tongue into the small hole there. I loved thinking that I was the only mommy on the block that new what the inside of her daughters pussy tasted like.
Then I moved to her clit, and started licking and sucking there, and Ashley, sweet fucking Ashley, gave me the best sound track I’ve ever heard for eating a girl out:
“Oh my go–! Mommy, oh my god this feels so good. Oh my god, thank you! Ooooh! God, thank you for doing this, I can’t believe how great it makes me feel! Aaaah! Uuuunnh, wow, mommy, I love you, I love you so much, god this feels so good, mommy!! Ohhhh! Yes! Oh my god, Ohhhhhhhh mommmmmyyyyy! Yes! I love it, I love you, I….”
And then I felt her pussy lips twitch, slightly, and knew she was just minutes from her first orgasm. I used my fingers and slid them over the outside of her cunt, spreading the lips open and letting me access her clit, tightening the skin against it, raising the sensitivity of it. She kept getting wetter and wetter and I drank all the juice I could get.
“Oh, god, mommmmmyyyyyy yes!!! What is this? This feels so good, mommy, oh god mmmm!!!!!! Aaaaahhhh, yeah, please, don’t stop it, I love it, oh my god it’s more, more, it feels so good. YES! GOD, MOMMY! MOMMY, YES, I LOVE IT NEVER STOP, GOD I WANT TO DO THIS TO YOU TO!!! UH, UH, UH, UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!”
Her body spasmed, as I ran my tongue everywhere I could. She ran her hands al over her body, through her hair and through mine. Her body tensed and she rolled even further to her orgasm. She raised her hips, shoving her pussy hard against my mouth. I put a hand under her to support her, and selt houw tightly she clenched her ass in anticipation. I used my thumb to stimulate her pussy lips and grabbed one of her other hands with my other hand. She held on to that hand TIGHT as she came.
“OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH, AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AH, AH, AH, AH, UNNNNGHHHH, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommeeee!”
My face was slick with her pussy juices. She left a wet spot, and so did I, and the sharp sexy smell of that room made me wish I had started this long ago. As her orgasm subsided, I kept licking, not wanting to stop. Eventually, she signalled to me that she had all she could take, so I pulled my face away from her crotch, and she pulled me to her, my face to hers and we kissed some more. Our tongues slid into each others mouths, and we shared the taste of her orgasm together. She ate it up hungrily, and we rolled onto my back, she went after my neck with her mouth, then my tits, and then…
“Mommy, can I do what you just did? Can I lick you down there? Can I eat your pussy?”
“Ashley, baby, I’d love you to do that. Are you sure you want to?”
“I really do, I want to so bad!!” Ashley wiggled herself down my body, between my legs. She put her hands on my pussy, rubbing it gently, then started likcing and kissing. She was a natural, and instantly I was on the verge of an orgasm. I played with my tits and groaned and slid my legs along her back, rubbed my heel in her ass. I started to cum, trying my best not to yell and scream too much, felt my juices really flow, and all the while Ashley was going down crazier and crazier than before. I felt her fingers climbing around my pussy. After orgasm number one, I gently grabbed her hands, and helped her to slide one set of her fingers into my cunt, and set the other one rubbing my clit. With a combination of fingers and mouth, she gave me orgasms two and three. It was the same for orgasm four, except by that time, she was horny as hell, and we 69ed into the fucking hottest mutual orgasm. I had to bend really far forward and hold her in a really odd position because of the height difference, which got difficult because she throws her whole body into her orgasms, cumming hard, bucking like a wild animal. She gets it from her mother. I don’t know how we managed to keep from falling off the bed. But finally, after cumming all over each other, we ended up in each others arms, giving each other small kisses while recovering from our series of incredible orgasms.
After a while we started watching the tv again. We were spooning, I had a hand held between her legs, another across her chest, and we joked about doing the things to each other that the three women on the screen were doing. Then the scene ended, and another started, with a women blowing a man in an empty barnyard.
“So, does that look like something you want to do to Daddy?” I asked.
“Yeah, I want to eat him out!” she said.
“Actually, when it’s done to a man, it’s called ‘giving him a blow job’. So what you want to do is to ‘blow daddy’.”
“Why’s it called that?” she asked.
“You know, I’m not sure. But the point is, men love it, and Daddy will feel incredible if you do it to him.” I said.
“Like when you do it to me, does it feel like that?” she asked.
“It sure does, it feels that good,” I said, running my fingertips across her pussy, lightly brushing her clit. She raised her hips to get as much contact as possible, which I kept just out of her range. I grabbed her around the waist again, pulled her into me, so rested a hand on her inner thigh. I put my mouth by her ear, and while speaking, would occaisionally flick a tongue out and lick her lobe or her neck.
“Now, if you want, tonight we can teach you to suck daddy’s cock.”
“Is that what his thingie is called?”
“Yup, it’s got a lot of names: Cock, dick, shaft, schlong. It’s real name is the penis. And this,” I said, cupping her crotch with my hand, “this is our pussy, cunt, slit, cunny, beaver, fuckhole, vagina.”
“You just said the f-word,” Ashley giggled.
“That’s right, honey, and guess what? When we’re playing like this — and only when we’re playing like this — you get to say it to. You want to try it?” Ashley nodded enthusiastically. Her devilish grin turned briefly to shock when I said, “Good, say ‘I want you to fucking eat my pussy!'”
“I want you to fucking eat my pussy!”
“Great! Now say, ‘Please fuck me! Fuck your little girl! I want you to fuck the shit out of me!'”
“Fuck me, please! Fuck your little girl. I want you to fuck the fucking shit out of me!”
“Yeah, you’re getting the hang of it! You’re such a smart girl!”
“Now say, ‘Daddy, I want to suck your fucking cock! I want you to cum in my mouth.”
“Daddy, I want to suck your fucking cock! I want to cum in your mouth. I mean, I want you to cum in my mouth… What does ‘come in my mouth’ mean?” She turned to me to ask, and before answering, I gave her a little wet kiss.
“Well, first thing’s first. Let’s talk about sucking dick, and then talk about cumming. Now, look at the woman on the screen. Notice how wide she’s opening her mouth. The penis is really sensitive, so it’s important not to let your teeth scrape along it. Also, notice what she’s doing with her hands. Holding his dick and stroking it up and down like that is also really important, and I’ve found it’s best to vary between using your mouth, hands and both. Got it?”
Ashley nodded. “Good, now, what you can’t see is what she’s doing with her tongue. The most sensitive are of the penis are it’s head, and the area right underneath it, so she’s using her tongue to massage it while she moves it in and out of her mouth,” I sucked grabbed her hand and sucked on her first and second fingers to demonstrate. I went to town on them, licking all over the fingers, sucking, flicking my tongue back and forth, circling my hand around them and jacking them off.
“Let me try, too” Ashley said, and grabbed my free hand ad started sucking also. Her soft tongue slid all over my fingers. I realized she was about to become a very talented little cocksucker, and that my husband was the luckiest man in the world.
I decided to finish off the lesson by explaining the big one to her: “So, Ashley, the reason why you stroke or suck his cock up and down like that is because that’s what happens when a man is having sex with a woman.”
“You mean that he doesn’t just stick it in?”
“Nope, he goes in and out and in and out and it feels incredible for both of people. That’s ‘fucking’. Here, watch this,” I said, grabbing the remote and hitting fast-forward. I scanned until the porno chick got her face off the studs dick and slid her pussy onto it. She started fucking away.
“See? What do you think?”
“She sounds like she’s having a lot of fun. So daddy fucks you like that?”
“Yup. And one night, when he did that, I became pregnant and had you nine months later. Oooh! The best part of the video is coming up! Now, you remember when you talked about sperm coming out of the man’s penis? Well, that’s what happens when the man ‘cums’. He has what’s called an ‘orgasm’, and this milky stuff shoots out, and he feels a big throbbing wave of pleasure like you did earlier when I ate you out. What you felt was you ‘cumming’.”
“Ohhhh! Cool!” she said. “So he cums inside the woman?”
“Well, not always, but you have to if you want to get pregnant, but that’s not something you have to worry about yet. But he can cum anywhere, in your mouth, in your cunt, or he can squirt it all over you. In these movies, they guy usually cums outside of the woman, so that the audience can see it.”
“Does it feel better when the guy cums inside of the woman?”
“Well, a lot of times, yeah. But a lot of times they like to cum on your face or something, because of how sexy it looks. And they like to cum in your mouth and they love it when you swallow their cum.”
“Does it taste funny?”
“Well, it’s an aquired taste, some women (and men) like it, others don’t. Personally, I love it, I think it tastes great. Hey, watch, the guys gonna shoot soon.”
On the screen, the slut was jacking the guy off over her wide open mouth, and very quickly he was cumming all over her face. He came in her hair, her mouth, got a little in her eye. She tried to catch as much as possible in her mouth, but there was too much. It dripped down her neck and over her tits. He got off the last final drops by whacking his cock on her cheek.
“Wow! Is daddy going to fuck me like that? Do I get to get fucked also?”
“Well, absolutely, but not quite yet. YOur daddy and I have to make sure you’re ready, and that your body can handle it. Daddy has a pretty big dick, you know.”
“Well, I hope I’m ready soon, I want to try everything.”
“You’ll get to honey, I promise. But you have to be willing to wait for us to say you’re ready, ok? Just like if when we think you’re ready, and you want to wait some more, we’ll respect your decision to. Is that a deal?”
“That’s a deal!”
“That’s my girl. Hey, instead of shaking on it, why don’t we 69 on it?”
Ashley looked at me, knowing she was going to like this. “What’s ’69’?”
I spun her around on top of me so that her face was right on my cunt. I had to bend to reach hers,, so I sort of was cradling her little body with mine.
“That’s when we both can eat each other out at the same time.” I wasn’t even through with my sentence before she was eagerly lapping me up. Over the next 10 minutes, I came three times and she came twice, and we ended up making out, covered in sweat and shared pussy juices and filled with the blissful pleasure of really great sex.
After we finally got through, it was time for a shower. I followed her into the bathroom, amazed at the sexy swing of her hips she seemed to have developed in the last two hours. We washed each other for longer than necessary, and while she was soaping up my tits, and I washed her swollen pussy, we discussed how we were going to surprise her daddy with the news. We decided on our plan, added a couple of details as we were toweling off, then got on the bed, wrapped our arms around each other, and napped for a couple of hours with the sort of sweet sleep that comes after really great sex.
Steve usually got home about 6:30, so when we woke up at 4:30, we had some time to kill before getting ready. I popped in another videotape, this one of Steve and I having sex in a variety of different locations and sometimes with different groups of people. I wanted her to get a feel for what she’d be working with, so I fast forwarded to a nice close-up of me sucking his cock.
“See, now Daddy has a pretty big cock, so it’s going to take some getting used to. But it’s really nice, it’s very smooth, a lot of fun to suck. You know, I was giving your dad a blow job within 45 minutes of the start of our first date? We never even got a chance to leave my apartment. He was fucking me less than 12 hours after we first met.”
“Really? Is that fast?” Ashley asked.
“Yeah, for most women, it takes a few dates. But, well, when your dad and I met, we just knew. Plus, I’m pretty slutty, so it doesn’t take long anyways, but still, your dad was a record. Isn’t that sweet? But seriously, here’s a couple of pointers: See what I’m doing right now? He really loves it when you’re licking just below the head on the underside, back and forth. Also, it feels really good to gently lick and suck his balls also. But gently, ooh, this is important, I almost forgot. Yeah, treat his balls gently. For men, it feels great when you barely touch them, but if you squeeze them too hard it hurts a lot.”
“Mommy you look so sexy sucking daddy’s dick like that,” she said.
“You’re going to look even sexier, baby. You’re going to look so fucking hot sucking on his cock. Just think! Tonight, that’ll be you!” I said. She grinned and rubbed her pussy, but never took her eyes off the screen. I looked at myself gobbling his meat.
“Oh, this is important, watch what I do next. It’s called the ‘corkscrew'” I said.
We spent another half hour watching me blow her dad and various other men, all the while I was giving her pointers. It was torture keeping our hands off of each other, but we had decided that it would be more fun to wait for Steve to get home.
After that, we took a nude dip in our secluded hot tub for a while. We both needed the relaxing whirlpool to help us come back down to earth and at first we just closed our eyes and let the hot water work our muscles loose. But after a few minutes and some gentle but naughty caresses, she and I began to hatch a plan for seducing the man that she called Daddy and I called… well sometimes I call him Daddy too. Anyhow, we wanted him to get to “uncontrollably horny” in record time. , then wrapped our towels around ourselves, sat on the couch and waited for Steve to get home so we could give the man we both loved the night of his life.
Chapter 4: Waiting Sucks When You’re Waiting to Suck
Ahsley and I cheated.
We had about 20 minutes to kill before Steve was due home. And since poor, unsuspecting Steve had missed out on so much sexy fun already, we decided that we wouldn’t play anymore until he got to join in. Ashley had a towel wrapped around her and I was wearing the short, pink, heavily cum-stained waffle bath-robe Steve and I stole from a swingers hotel a few years back. Our hair was still wet from the hot tub, and Ashley’s skin glowed with the after-effects of her first orgasms. I wish I had a photo of the two of us cuddled together on that couch, we were really fucking hot. Unwrapping my little girl’s naked body from that towel was tempting the shit out of me, but I had put my foot down: No fooling around until Steve got home.
Except I just love making out, and even though Ashley just discovered it today, she found she loved it to. So cuddling leads to hugging, hugging leads to an innocent, parental peck, and that leads to making out. But you really can’t blame me for that. And besides, kissing isn’t really “fooling around” right? And I didn’t let it go any further than that. When Ashley started feeling my breast through my robe I gently guided her hand back down to a safer zone.
Of course, five seconds later I got restless so I slipped my boob out of the robe and took her hand and returned it to my chest. Then I placed my fingers over hers and taught her to pinch and pull on my nipples. First I showed her how if she did it gently, they would stiffen up. Then I showed her how stiff they would get if she’s a little rougher with them.
“… and sometime tonight, when I’m not expecting it, like when your Daddy is eating me out, you should pinch one and give it a good hard twist!” I said, almost whispered to her.
“Won’t that hurt, Mommy? They call that a titty twister at school, Bobby Tub’o’lard got in a bunch of trouble for doing it to New Jenny,” she said.
“Well, yeah, but that– wait, his last name is ‘Tub of lard’?”
“No, it’s really Tuboli, but everyone calls him Tub’o’lard cuz he’s really obese,” she said, “I know it’s mean but he’s a total assho– uh, can I say ‘asshole’?”
“Not unless you’re blowing him and you’re asking to lick it,” I said.
“Ewwww!!! Gross!!!! BLECCCHHHH!!!”
Little did she know that eleven years later, she’d marry Bobby Tuboli… Just kidding! Actually a little while later I met him. It’s cruel that his classmates made fun of his weight, but Ashley was right, the kid is a world-class assmunch. Plus I think he stole my iPod. Little fuckin’ punk.
Nice cock, though, I’ll give him that.
“Hahaha.. actually, yeah, it will hurt a little bit. But us sluts like a little bit of pain during sex, it feels so divinely dirty. A bit of pain during sex feels good, you’ll see,” I said. She was twisting and pinching my nipple a bit harder, and I felt so fucking adventurously naughty starting my daughter’s education on the sleazier side of an already sleazy lifestyle.
Ashley grabbed a handful of boob and flicked the nipple with her tongue. My beautiful baby daughter is a natural. She stopped licking but kept a firm grip on my breast. “Am I a slut, Mommy?”
“Well, baby, not yet. You gotta have sex with more than one person, even if it’s your mom, before you’re officially a slut. For that matter, you can’t be a virgin and a slut at the same time. But if you want, you can be a slut. Do you want to be a slut, Ashley?”
“Uh… I dunno. Could I really be one?” she asked.
“Yeah. You can be a good ‘ol puts-out-on-the-first-date-slut. Or you can be not quite a slut, just a girl who likes good, hot sex. Or the seductress collecting trophy fucks. Or…” and here I leaned in close, my lips so close to hers that she could feel the heat coming from them, lowering my voice to a throaty purr, “or you can be a total slut. A nasty, uninhibited, dirty, horny, insatiable, unrepentant, cum-hungry, pussy-eating, cock-crazy, anal-loving semen queen slut, just like your Mommy. Is that what you want, Ashley?”
“Yeah! I wanna be a slut just like you! ” she said, bouncing up and down.
“All right! Your daddy and I are going to teach you to be a fucking dirty horny little slut. It’s something you’ve got to earn, but don’t worry, the work is fun.”
Just then we heard the motor for the garage door opening. We looked each other in the eye and I gave her a final sexy little kiss.
“You ready to make your daddy the luckiest man in the world?” I asked her. She nodded an enthusiastic yes and I swear my pussy juiced up so much I’m sure my bathrobe was soaked through.
We heard the garage door close then Steve calling out “Honey? I’m home!” like we lived in the fifties. Like this is some unaired pedophile-incest episode of “Father Knows Best”.
I stuffed my boob back into my robe and noticed that the thin waffle cloth did nothing to hide how hard my titties had gotten. Then I re-adjusted Ashley’s towel so that it wouldn’t come off too soon.
“We’re in here, Daddy!” Ashley called out, and a moment later I heard him coming through the kitchen.
“Go!” I whispered to Ashley just before he walked into the living room. He saw the two of us casually sitting on the couch for just an instant, just long enough for his face to betray that he noticed how fucking hot we looked too, and then Ashley was up in a blur rushing towards him.
“Daddy!!!” she squealed and threw her arms open to give him a hug and a kiss. He crouched down to catch her just as he did nearly every other evening since she was old enough to walk. But this time her arms went around his neck so that he couldn’t get away as she mashed her lips against his.
Instantly she began opening her mouth and sliding her tongue to his lips, trying to get him to return this first French kiss he’d share with his daughter. I watched in amusement as he instinctively began to give into the kiss, then tried to pull back as he realized who he was kissing, then give in again as he realized how good it felt, then pull back as he realized I was in the room watching them both, then finally give in completely as he saw me smiling and leering approvingly. I had never seen such a rapid-fire parade of surprise, pleasure, terror, relief and finally lust cross one man’s face so quickly since I offered to let my eighth-grade history teacher butt-fuck me if he’d be a bit understanding about me not doing that lame “Constitutional Notebook” project.
I have no idea what was going through his mind at that moment but I knew his playbook when it comes to making out with someone for the first time:
Step 1: He closes his eyes, then moans lightly.
(That’s when I silently got off the couch and slipped my robe off.)
Step 2: Hug girl tighter, switch head angle of kiss.
(I walked over to the two of them, as quietly as I could, but I knew I only had moments before…)
Step 3: Raise right hand and place it on the back of girl’s head, lacing his fingers into her hair. Take left hand and place it on the side and back of her neck, gently caressing her earlobe with the pad of his thumb.
Now with both hands off her towel, I was free to gently open Ashley’s towel and drop it on the ground. Steve opened his eyes at the sound and noticed me there, my hands seductively groping our little daughter’s body, both of us naked.
His jaw dropped and his eyes drank in the sight. He looked us both over, then slid his eyes up and down Ashley’s nude body. His gaze settled on my hand as I guided it from Ashley’s flat chest, down her flat abdomen, over her navel, and down to her soaking wet cunt. I nibbled on her earlobe just as my finger separated the folds of her slippery slit. Her eyes closed and she moaned uncontrollably as my finger stimulated her outer lips and her swollen clit at the same time. I gave her aroused pussy a couple more gentle strokes before looking up at Steve.
He met my eyes.
“Baby, you have no idea how much we’ve been waiting for you to get home!” I said.
Chapter 5: “So, How Was Your Day?”
I couldn’t read the expression on his face. I hoped to see his lusty grin but it wasn’t there. Nothing was there but a blank, unreadable stare.
Suddenly, I was scared. I hadn’t even considered that he might object, this is what we both wanted,. Right or wrong, we wanted this. So many nights spent fantasizing about it, screwing our brains out hoping for it, he should be thrilled! But at that moment, I realized he might just react different when faced with the reality of me molesting our daughter.
He might divorce me. He might send me to jail.
Jesus, he might kill me. He might beat the shit out of me and kill me.
Panic made my pulse rev up into overdrive, and cold lightning shot through me as I realized how badly I might have just fucked everything up.
I was freaking out, and thank God, Steve noticed. The fear on my face broke him out of his trance, he blinked once and lunged for me. In the heartbeat it took him to cross the distance between us, I met his eyes and saw love in them. I saw trust in them. I saw acceptance and sympathy and happiness and every other beautiful fucking feeling he shares so generously with anyone who needs it. There in his warm eyes lived every reason I married him. I’d fucked hundreds of men before him and, except for Daddy, I never once considered spending the rest of my life with any of them until, as sudden as an earthquake, I fell in love. Within seconds of meeting Steve I knew I wanted to be his wife and I wanted him to be my husband.
So here, now, as our lips met and we kissed each other with blind abandon, it was love rather than lust that fueled us. Between our mouths, our promise of forever. My heart was still racing, but not from from fear and not from shame.
I was still holding Ashley, clutching her with my inflamed passion. I could tell Steve was holding her too, and if I were the least bit rational at that moment I would have worried our bodies would crush her petite frame. But she was fine and soon we both felt her arms encircle us, heard her astonished voice whisper:
I opened my eyes and started chuckling, which became giggles then full body laughs. I guess there’s only so many emotions you can experience in 30 seconds before your brain gives up and just opens up the endorphins. I must have sounded like a crazy woman. A hot, naked crazy woman.
When I finally got myself together, I remembered that Ashley and I still had phase two of “Operation: Daddy Cum” to start in on. I sat down onto the floor, pulled Ashley onto my lap and kissed her cheek and whispered an instruction in her ear.
“Hey, Daddy! Watch this!” she said giggling and then we leaned in to kiss each other. Her natural exhibitionism seemed to match mine because knowing our man was watching us made us hunger for each other’s mouths even more. What started as a sensual, erotic kiss turned into something dirtier, nastier and altogether more lascivious. This wasn’t “making out with your best friend” kissing, this was “horny drunk chicks about to get gang-banged during Spring Break” kissing. This was the sort of kissing that goes well with fishnet stockings and excessive tequila, or the sort you do when you’re wearing a dog collar and a torn sweat-stained blouse.
And holy shit, knowing Steve was watching us made me imagine the scene from his point of view, how hot it must look seeing me devouring the tiny, naked angel I’d given birth to only ten years ago. The unbearable hardness of his cock as he sees how small her body is compared to mine. I’m sure his eyes noticed every detail: The flatness of Ashley’s chest and the two tiny nipples that were hardened in arousal. Her round little perfectly formed ass that rested on ruler-straight hips and the perfectly smooth little pussy glistening with her own juices. I was intoxicated. I could smell a hint of chlorine in her hair from the jacuzzi and felt her luxuriously soft skin slide under the palms of my hands. God, her mouth was so small and my tongue seemed so large inside of it. It thrilled me to think of how Steve’s tounge must have filled her mouth almost completely. I was so lost in the raw sexual hunger we shared that I didn’t even realize I was mewing in pleasure, or that my daughter was as well.
But I finally managed to tear myself away from her lips. A strand of our spit briefly bridged our two wet mouths. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her red-flushed chest rose and fell as she panted. I noticed that her hands were trembling, then saw that mine were too.
“Baby, didn’t you have a question for Daddy?” I asked her, while winking at Steve.
“Oh, yeah!” she said, “Daddy? I want to learn how to suck cock and since Mommy doesn’t have one, she said I should ask you if I could suck your cock. Can I, Daddy? Will you teach me to be a good cocksucker like Mommy?”
“Uh…. sure, I mean yes,” he stammered, his face breaking into a huge shit-eating grin while his cheeks blushed red.
“Why you hesitating? She’s offering to put your penis in her mouth!” I said. Teasing is fun.
“I was trying to think of something witty to say, but uh… It’s just my brain, I’m having trouble thinking word things… fuck it, you two are just both way too sexy… hey, could you kiss some more? It’s really neat!”
Neat? Oh well, he’s the man of the house, who are we to say no? Ashley and I briefly made eye contact and giggled a bit before we started making out for Steve again. As we did, I raised my thigh between her legs so she could grind her clit against it. I heard her moan, and then heard Steve growl.
“Come on, baby, let’s go to the bedroom and get your Daddy naked,” I said, turning her into the hallway. She giggled and scampered off into our bedroom, gleefully unaware of just how hot her ass looked while scampering.
I looked back at Steve. He was looking at the stripe of girl-slime on my thigh. I didn’t have any trouble reading his expression now. I held my hand out so he could pull me up. His erection was so strong it almost bopped me on the nose as I stood. I began to lead him by the hand to our bedroom.
“So…” he said, “how was your day?”
“Hahahaha. Eventful. Fucking crazy hot. Yours?”
“Just getting started, I guess,” he said. We reached the end of the hall and he stopped me and lowered his voice. “Julie, are you sure she’s ready for this?”
“Trust me, she’s ready. The question is, are you ready?”
“I think so, I don’t know… I think so,” he said.
“Why don’t you take a peek inside the room, then try answering again,” I suggested. We both poked our heads around the corner. Ashley was sitting up on our bed, legs spread. A wet spot was already forming on the duvet beneath her. She lazily rubber her pussy with one hand, and when she saw us she smiled and waved with the other. We pulled our heads back into the hall.
“Well?” I asked.
“Oh, fuck yeah! I’m ready!”
“I bet you are!” I said. I squeezed his penis through his pants. It was hard as marble and feverishly warm. Even through two layers of fabric, I could feel every vein and ridge pulse with hunger. It was as thick and manly an erection as I’ve ever felt, intimidating and proud. “Goddamn, Steve! We gotta get these pants off of you, an erection like this needs to be free. A little girl couldn’t ask for a better cock than this for her first. Ashley is so fucking lucky! ”
He smiled at me and growled, “Come on, let’s introduce our little beauty to this beast!”
Chapter 6: Beauty Sucks the Beast
Steve followed me into the bedroom. I climbed onto the bed next to Ashley, hugged her nude little body to my nude body and couldn’t resist running a finger over her slit. She moaned and my finger came away soaked and warm. Like her mommy, Ashley gets very, very wet.
“Well, Ashley… doesn’t it seem unfair that Steve has to wear clothes while we get to be all naked and ready to play?”
“I bet Daddy would love it if you would undress him.”
“Oh, cool! I’ve wanted to do that for a long time!” she said, excitedly.
“Yeah, I’ve… you know… like, imagined it before,” she said. It was cute, here we were, the two of us naked. Only minutes ago she asked her daddy if she could suck his cock, and yet she had this sheepish grin on her face while admitting to having fantasized about her dad before. I mean, she was actually blushing!
“I didn’t know that! How adorable! Sweetie, how long have you been imagining this?” I asked.
“Well… I don’t know, for like forever I think, but I started doing it a bunch more that day we got the swimsuits. You know, when I was naked in front of you guys? You remember that?”
“Yeah, we remember it!” Steve said, “I remember it very well! I couldn’t believe how sexy you’d become!”
Oh my god! You should have seen the smile that spread across her face when she said that. “Come on, I’m being serious!” she said bashfully.
“He is serious, he told me that night,” I said, hugging her, “Anyhow, so you were saying?”
“Oh, yeah! Anyhow, so that night when I went to take a bath, I pretended I was taking off my clothes in front you you guys again, and like showing off for you ad pretending I got to spend the rest of the night without any clothes on. And then that night I didn’t put on my panties when I put on my nightie and I felt really naughty when I went to kiss you guys goodnight, cuz I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my nightie. Then after I got in bed I decided to get really naughty so I took off my nightie. I started imagining one of you would come into my room to tell me something and discover I was naked and sorta start feeling me and touching me and hugging and kissing me and stuff. And while I was imagining it, I started, you know, rubbing myself and…” and then she just started giggling and covered her face in embarrassment.
“Wow, you started playing with yourself?” I asked. “Did you orgasm that night?”
“No, I didn’t have one until this afternoon with you, but it felt really good! Anyhow, that night I dreamt that I was naked, and that we were out at that campground we went to last summer, and I just started taking off Dad’s clothes!”
“Did you get him completely naked in your dream?”
“No! It was a total gyp! I woke up just before I was about to take his boxers off! Anyhow, after I woke up, I heard you guys and… hey! You were having sex with each other then weren’t you? That’s what I was hearing, wasn’t it?”
“Yup! You caught us!” Steve said. I didn’t realize, but at some point he had started stroking her hair while she was telling the story, and she was leaning up against him. His pants were tented so she must have seen that, but I don’t think she realized what an effect having her face so close to his cock must be having on him.
“Oh, cool! If I had known that, I’d have tried to peek in and watch!”
“Well, honey, you know what we were doing when we were having sex that night?” I said. I guided one of her hands and then the other to the top button of Steve’s shirt and she instantly got the message and started unbuttoning it. “We were pretending that you were with us and we were teaching you about sex and making love and sucking cock and eating pussy and all of that. Baby, we were imagining the same thing you were that night!”
“And now our dreams are coming true!” she said, and I tell you, she had no idea how right she was.
She had just finished his third button when he cupped her face in his hands, tilted it upwards and bent down to start kissing her again. She kissed back sensually and I just sat back and watched. Even thought they were kissing, she was so intent on taking off his clothes that she kept up unbuttoning his shirt, speeding up actually so that by when she had the last button undone, she was tugging frantically at his shirt to get it out of his pants. I could see he was just about to stop kissing her to help take his shirt off, and that seemed like a bad plan to me so I grabbed his arm to stop him, then got behind him and started tugging at the shirt as well. Once we had it untucked, Ashley sat up so that she could slide it off of his broad shoulders, and I noticed how her hands instinctively slid down his arms so that she could feel the muscles underneath. Once it was off, we repeated the same tugging procedure with the t-shirt that he was wearing underneath (I wish he wouldn’t wear one, it’s so sexy to unsnap a button of his and slide my hand in his shirt and pinch his nipples).
Ashley lifted up his t-shirt as much as she could and then he did the rest. Ashley’s hands roamed over his chest and through the small tuft of chest hair he had, and for the first time she was able to explore his build like a girl rather than like a daughter. I saw her eyes light up as she felt his pecs underneath her palms. She leaned in and kissed his stomach which wasn’t as flat as it had been when I first met him but was still firm. I always appreciated that he kept himself in shape. He wasn’t a gym rat, he doesn’t ripple in some ridiculous comic book way and he’s doesn’t shy away from a cold beer or two with a steak dinner. But he does work out and it shows, plus he surfs whenever he gets a few spare hours, which means his ass is fantastic and it annoys me no end that he gets to do something cool to have a nice ass while I have to literally work my butt off on a stairmaster, but it certainly does make licking his asshole an even more enjoyable experience.
So while the results of his time spent in the gym were appealing to me even under normal circumstances, I really was grateful for it as I watched Ashley exploring his torso with her hands and her mouth. I could tell from the way her jaw hung open in wonder that some very primal part of her brain that makes women attracted to men was kicking in for her in a way that it never had before. She kissed his stomach again, and licked his skin. Her tongue found the trail of hair that pointed temptingly to his hard manhood below. He groaned and then groaned again as I gently bit and sucked on the side of his neck.
Standing on my tip-toes, I could peer over his shoulders and watch Ashley. She was about to unbuckle his belt when she looked up, possibly for permission or confirmation that she should take this next, big step. I nodded and mouthed “do it” to her and she smiled and began to work on getting the tail of the belt out of it’s loop. I grabbed Steve’s hands and brought them behind his back like I was arresting him in order to prevent him from helping her to get the belt off. She was going to fuck a lot of guys (and hopefully a lot of women) over the course of her lifetime and getting a belt off is just one of the things you have to learn how to do well, like men learning to get a woman’s bra off.
But soon it was un-buckled and hung off to the sides. Ashley was now lying chest-down on the cover, with her round bubble-butt teasing us. I got back on the bed and straddled her ass with my thighs. My wet pussy slid against on of her ass cheeks and it felt so good that I pulled her hips so that I could get more contact as I ground my clit against her firm buttocks.
Ashley slid his pants down his legs and they fell to the ground. I got onto my hands and knees above her, leaning down so I could see the same view she was seeing, as Steve stood there in a very sexy pair of tight low-rise, high-cut boxer-briefs. There was a dark spot of precum spreading from what was the tip of an obviously very aroused penis hidden beneath that fabric.
“Ashley,” I said, stopping her just before she was about to pull down his shorts, “you’re about to see your very first cock, and it’s one hell of a nice one, believe me! Let’s make it special.”
She looked up at me, and I took hold of one of her hands and guided it over his hard dick, so she could squeeze it through the fabric.
“Look at Daddy’s face while you squeeze it. See how good it makes him feel?”
Steve growled a hungry “oh, fuuuuck” as Ashley squeezed and instinctively stroked up and down. And I was so proud of her as she let her hand explore the outline of his cock, caressing his scrotum gently, pressing firmly on the underside of his dick. She snaked her other hand out and grabbed onto his hip for leverage, pulling his crotch toward us. Then she realized how nice it was to have her hand in that general area and greedily grabbed onto his ass, squeezing hard. I’ve told you about Steve’s surfer’s ass, right? Well, it turns out one of the nice benefits of having ocean hardened buttocks is that your horny preteen daughter will get her jollies by giving it a lusty, hungry groping. And she’ll do it nude!
I felt a jolt of pleasure run through my body and realized it was because beneath my spread legs, Ashley’s hips were gyrating back and forth. She was squirming, trying to press her cunt into the mattress to get whatever relief for her pent up sexual tension she could. I spread my slit wide with my fingers to get as much contact between my pussy and her ass as I could. It felt incredible, I was so wet it was like I was kissing her with my cunt.
And while all this was going on, her hands were taking bolder liberties with her dad’s cloth-covered shaft. She pushed herself forward and started kissing and licking his meat through his boxers. He hissed and she purred and he grabbed her head and pulled her mouth tighter against his crotch in a rough and manly signal of sexual ownership.
Once he loosened his grip, she turned to me, with a huge grin and said, “Can I take them off yet? I really want to touch it!”
“Ask your father,” I said.
“Daddy, can I?” she said and batted her eyes. Daddy’s girl had that move down pat. I chuckled to myself.
“You’re going to learn to be my little cocksucker now?” he asked with a straight face.
“Yes, I promise!”
“OK, little princess, take them off,” he said, now grinning. I bent down so I could get a close look.
She pulled them down quickly. She hasn’t learned to tease yet, but that’s all right, I wanted them off too. Ashley gasped as it sprang into view, and I did to. Even though she had just been feeling it, the size surprised her. Next to her small hands and her little face it looked huge. I mean, like pornstar huge. Her jaw dropped open and even as wide open as her mouth was, it still didn’t look big enough to swallow that cock.
I swear, a chorus of angels fucking sang.
“Mommy, it’s so big!”
“A little,” she confessed.
I imagined it punishing her cunt and nearly came. I could smell the combined scent of our sopping pussies beginning to fill up the room. Steve could, too, which was why he kept taking deep breaths through his nose. But you don’t care about his nose, right? You care about his penis, or rather what Ashley was doing with it.
Well, as soon as his shorts hit the floor she grabbed it and started stroking it. I guess she was paying attention when I was showing her our dirty videos earlier. Her technique was a little jerky and she was holding it a bit too low on the shaft, but I don’t think Steve gave a fuck because he said “Oh, goddamn, that feels so fucking good, Ashley!”
“Am I doing it right?” she asked.
“You’re doing great, princess!” he said, but I wasn’t about to let her get away with an amateurish handy. No little girl of mine is going to be a poorly trained slut. I took her hand and moved it up his cock a bit, and smoothed out her rhythm, and he let us know he appreciated the tweak by groaning even more.
Pretty soon a nice drop of liquid formed at his piss slit. I pointed it out to her: “See this, right here? Why don’t you lick this little drop up?”
She looked at it curiously.
“Is that… uh, is that, uh, is that his pee?” she asked, clearly a bit concerned about this crazy urine-licking idea I had.
“No, honey, it’s called precum, it’s what comes out when a man is excited to help lubricate the penis. But even if it was pee, it would still be all right to lick up, we play pee games sometimes when we’re fucking,” I said.
“Ewwwww!” she said, “am I going to have to do that?”
“No, baby, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But it’s a lot of fun, so I think if you’re not completely grossed out by it, you should think about trying anything once or twice just to see if you like it. But we’ll save that for another night. In the mean time, since it’s not pee but precum, you wanna lick it up?”
“Ummm… ok,” she said. She hesitantly stuck her tongue out and just barely touched it to the drop, then took another, bigger lick.
“Hey, that wasn’t bad at all, it didn’t taste like anything, it’s just slippery!” she said, looking back at me. She didn’t realize how much Steve was turned on by that one little touch of her tongue to his cock, so she was really surprised to see an even larger drop form when she turned back to look. But when she did, she lapped it up, eagerly this time, and I Steve and I shared a naughty glance at each other while she licked his glistening head.
“All right, baby, let’s let daddy lie down and I can teach you all about giving daddy a great blowjob,” I said.
“Wait, I want to kiss Ashley some more,” Steve said and flipped her body over and around and scooted her up the bed to give himself room. I could tell how horny she was by the way her legs naturally parted themselves wide. I believe animal behaviorists call this ‘presenting’. Whatever the case, her spread thighs and the reddish, swollen and glistening pretty little cunt between them looked unbelievably sexy.
I only got to glance at her tight little sexy body on the bed for a moment before Steve climbed over her, sliding his torso between her legs and enveloping her with his arms. He started making out with her, and when he began kissing her neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed, pressing herself against him, hips grinding. He took the hint and pulled her against him tighter.
I laid down next to them and a moment later one of her hands reached out and started playing with my tits. Thank fucking god, too, I was beginning to get jealous! of course, I had an afternoon of pussy licking with her, so I didn’t mind taking a backseat to the action here, but still, it made me happy to see that she wanted me in on the action too. Plus it felt great.
Steve rolled over so that Ashley was on top, and she started climbing down his body so she could kiss and lick his nipples. Her ass rose up in the air straddling him, right over his cock. She was mewing more and more loudly with every spare breath. I slid my hand down her arched back, over her round butt cheek, and dragged a finger down her crack. Her body jumped as I touched her asshole, and the sweat from her excitement combined with some runoff from her vaginal juices made things slippery enough that I felt I could slide my finger right inside her little puckered hole, but I managed to resist the temptation. I would someday soon, I promised myself.
My finger kept moving downward, sliding down her sopping wet slit, over her tight little hole until I found her clit which was swollen and apparently super sensitive because as soon as I touched it she moaned loudly and she got twice as wet in seconds. My hand was covered in her juice so I reached down to Steve’s cock and gave it a couple of wet strokes. He bucked his hips up and I lifted his cock so that the head touched Ashley’s pussy. I rubbed it back and forth against her clit and I got so turned on I had to finger myself with my free hand.
As I masturbated our little girl’s pussy with Steve’s cock, I used broader strokes and soon I noticed I had the head of his cock coming into contact with the entrance to her virgin hole. I held it there, right at the threshold. I could feel all three of us tense up. I could put this cock right into her cunt if I wanted too, it would be so easy, and we all knew it. And I knew that if I told Ashley to fuck her daddy right now, she would. And I knew that if I told Steve to fuck her right now, he would, even if she didn’t want him too. I imagined him spearing her and her loving it, and then I imagined her crying and fighting against him. I was shocked to realize both thoughts thrilled me the same.
Meanwhile, both of them were completely still, waiting for me to do something. The room was dead silent. All three of us were hoping I would stick it in her and at the same time, hoping that I wouldn’t. My hands shook.
I had to close my eyes, take a deep breath and make myself to let go of his cock. It took me three tries get the willpower to do it. But finally I released it and instantly we all exhaled at the same time. Maybe I imagined it, but Ashley looked a tiny bit disappointed.
“Whoooo! OK, Baby, you better get down here and suck this cock before daddy’s head explodes!” I said, and she giggled in relief and crawled over to where I was. I scooted aside and patted the spot between his spread legs where I wanted her to lay. She was staring at his huge cock while I sucked her pussy juices off of my hand and then quickly gave her a wet kiss that tasted like my honey.
Then we turned our attention to the cock in front of us. It glistened like a disco ball. I told Ashley to hold it a bit above the base and point it upwards.
“OK, now let’s start by having you lick it, like an ice cream cone, but take your time, don’t go too fast,” I said.
“I normally bite my ice cream cones,” she said.
“Well, don’t do that!” Steve said, chuckling.
“Actually, that’s a good point,” I said, “Rule number one for cocksucking: No teeth. A man’s penis is very sensitive and even letting your teeth scrape along it a little bit can be painful to a guy. Anyhow, forget the ice cream, lick it like you were licking my pussy earlier. I know you know how to do that right!”
She grinned and then started licking, mostly on the head of his cock, lapping up the precum that was flowing out. She certainly seemed to like it now. She also started to stroke his shaft, so I put my hand on hers to stop it.
“That’s good, honey, stroking his cock while sucking him off feels really good, but I bet Daddy is way to close to cumming, and I’ve got a lot more to teach you so I don’t want you to make him shoot too soon,” I said.
“But I wanna make him cum, I wanna make him feel really good like we did, can’t I just keep sucking his cock after he cums?” she asked.
“Well, men have to rest after their orgasm’s, they can’t have a bunch in a row the way we girls can.”
“Because civilization would end, no one would do any work, we’d just fuck all night and sleep all day,” I said.
“Fine with me!” she giggled.
“All right, now, see this area here?” I said, pointing to the area below the head on the underside of the shaft, “This area is very sensitive, so try licking there more.”
She stuck her tongue out and licked it like a kitten grooming her self, all in one direction, but a moment later she started licking in both directions. Up and down, up and down, like the fence painting thing in The Karate Kid. I hummed “You’re the Best Around” in my head.
I was just about to give Ashley another pointer when I noticed that she started experimenting on her own. First she started snaking her tongue around the side of his cock, then started flicking it side to side quickly across the underside of his shaft.
“Oh my god!!!” gasped Steve. Ashley’s eyes lit up with pride hearing that. I was impressed, this was an advanced move for a beginner. Maybe Ashley is a sex savant. The Mozart of slutty fucking.
“Wow, honey, where did you learn to do that?” I asked.
“I remembered you doing it to that big Black guy in one of your videos!”
Oh yeah! March Madness! For the sake of discretion, I won’t mention which college that young stud played basketball for, but trust me, if any of Steve’s former classmates from USC knew the depraved shit I let that energetic young man do to me, they’d be pissed as hell.
“You showed her our videos? Man, I missed out on so much fun stuff today!” Steve said.
“Sorry, baby, I promise we’re going to make it up to you, aren’t we baby?”
“You bet!” she said and started licking his cock enthusiastically to prove her point.
“You already are,” he said.
I winked at him and said, “Oh sweetie, we’ve barely even started yet!”
I looked back down and saw Ashley was alternating between kissing his cock and licking it. “Well, baby, let’s see what else you learned. Do you remember what else I did to his cock?”
“Yeah, you put it in your mouth, can I do that to Daddy?” she asked, knowing full well the answer would be yes.
I grabbed the cock and pointed it towards her face, then pushed her head towards it gently. She got the hint. As it approached her lips, she opened her mouth. I took my hands away and watched her.
She almost had it to her mouth before pulling back her head and taking another look at it. Then she opened hour mouth wider and lowered face to his cock head. Her lips touched the head, but then she pulled back again.
“It’s really big!” she said.
“Yeah, you have to open your mouth really wide! Go on, baby, you can do it!”
She looked worried a moment, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and slowly slid the head into her mouth. The head was halfway in before she took her mouth off of it and looked at me with worry.
“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked. Were we going too fast? Was this the part where she starts crying and I realize I’m a monster?
“It’s my teeth. I’m worried about hurting Daddy!” she said.
“Oh, thank God! I mean, good girl! Way to pay attention! Ok, here’s a trick, try curling your lips in like this so they cover your teeth,” I said, demonstrating it for her. She burst out laughing because if you don’t have a cock in your mouth, it’s actually kind of a funny face.
“Trust me, it works. I’ve sucked plenty of cock, I should know!” I said.
“OK, let me try again,” she said. Christ, the cock-teasing Steve was getting right then must have been unbearable. His hands were clutching the bed quilt, and his knuckles were white. I don’t know how he kept from grabbing her head and ramming his cock in and face-fucking her out of sheer frustration. I would have loved it if he did.
With her mouth opened wide and her lips wet lips curled in, she took him into her mouth. First the head, and once the thickest part of that was past her lips, the next couple of inches were easy. She looked at me, so I stuck my first two fingers in my mouth and bobbed my head on them to show her what she should do. She got the hint and started sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Look at that, Steve! Can you believe it? She’s sucking your cock! Does it feel good?” I asked.
“Oh God! It feels incredible. You’re doing such a good job, little princess, you’re making Daddy feel soooo fucking good!”
She smiled as best she could with a mouth full of meat.
I kissed him while he was getting blown, and I could tell from the way he kissed me back that he was close to cumming. I better get my last couple pointers in really quickly.
I tapped her on the head and she pulled his cock out of her mouth. Steve gave us a pleading gasp of disappointment. It sounded kinda girly.
“So what do you think of your first cock?” I asked her.
“I LOVE IT!! It was like when I licked your pussy, Mom, I love making you guys feel good!”
“That’s my girl! Well, you’re doing great, honey. OK, now, when you’ve got his cock in your mouth, actually suck on it a bit. Most women just stick it in their mouths, but they don’t actually suck like they should,” I said.
“OK!” she said and was just about to dive back in I stopped her again. Steve whimpered again. I’m such a bitch.
“Oh, and remember the thing you were doing with your tongue earlier? Keep doing that when his cock is in your mouth. In fact, that’s rule number two of cock-sucking: Use your tongue as much as possible… actually that’s good advice for all sex stuff.”
She didn’t wait for me to give her the go-ahead, she just smiled and started sucking his cock again. Goddamn, she looked so fucking hot sucking his cock like that. It was lewd, nasty, absolutely taboo. I reached for my pussy and then felt Steve grab my hands and hold them behind my back. He was getting his revenge, and the sudden feeling of submission plus the sight of Ashley sucking his cock made my pussy juice up hard. I tried squeezing my kegels to get a tiny bit of relief, but it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck, Ashley, you’re turning us on so much!” I said, and then went into deep dirty-talk mode, “That’s right, baby, suck your daddy’s big hard dick! You’re going to be such a good little slut for us! You’re going to be a nasty little cum-whore just like your mommy, huh? You’re so fucking sexy, baby, I love watching you suck that cock!”
I felt Steve free one of his hands, holding both my wrists with the other. He pushed me gently on the shoulder blade, and I bent down. My face was inches from Ashley’s, so I now had a perfect view. I could see her saliva dripping over her fingers, I could see how she was trying to take him deeper and deeper, almost to the point of gagging. I heard every slurp and gurgle and smack of his cock invading her mouth. And the scent, Steve’s funky crotch and Ashley’s clean, girlish skin, and I realized I could tell the difference between the aromas of her pussy and my own sopping cunt.
Not being able to pet my kitty was killing me, but Steve, God bless him, started fingering me with his free hand. Oh, fuuuuuuccckkk. It felt soooooo goooood. He found my g-spot inside my vag and brushed it gently, then rolled my clit with the pad of his thumb. I bucked my hips and he finger-fucked me harder and harder. I closed my eyes and moaned and swore and told him to “slam my fucking cunt harder, Daddy!” or something like that.
Steve was getting close to cumming himself, that much was clear from the energy he used to work my hungry pussy. The noise I was making caused Ashley to stop briefly and crane her neck to get a better view of what he was doing to me. I took the opportunity to grab her by the back of her head and force her lips against mine. I started to cum as soon as I tasted her dick-flavored tongue in my mouth. It caught me completely by surprise, I had no idea I was this close to an orgasm, or that it would be this strong, but there was no stopping it. My climax slammed into me like a fucking train. I think I screamed. I could feel Ashley try to pull away, worried that something was wrong or that I was hurt, but I wasn’t about to let those lips go, so I held her head even harder against my face. I might have been even been pulling her hair a little bit, but I didn’t give a fuck, I was lost in a crazy fucking orgasm.
The pleasure ripped through me, my vision went red and just when I thought it was over, another wave crashed and I finally had to let go of Ashley so I could squeal and howl like a bitch. Steve pulled his fingers out just as I squirted pussy juice in a powerful, sudden stream. Steve stuck his face right in the flow and let it shower him. A split second later, I felt his lips on my pussy and his tongue deep inside me and I straightened up and straddled his face so he could get a good access and so that Ashley would have a better view.
She was slack-jawed, and rubbing her own pussy furiously as she watched me get eaten out by a fucking master of the art. My body was covered in sweat, and Steve’s chest was soaked in my juice. His tongue worked on my clit. I grabbed my nipples and pulled and pinched on them. Seeing Ashley masturbate while watching us was too much and I went from the first to the second orgasm with no downtime whatsoever.
As soon as my voice rose while the second climax boiled inside me, I heard Ashley yell out, “Yeah, Daddy! Make mommy cum again! I wanna see it! Make her cum again!”
OK, here’s the thing about me and squirting: When I’m super turned on and my partner (or partners) know how to work my buttons right, it sometimes happens. I love it, I wish I squirted more, but it’s like five percent of my orgasms are sprayers, and never — never — twice in a row. But when I heard Ashley cheering Steve on, watched her chest and cheeks and lips flush red, saw how wet her fingers were getting from her own pussy… I squirted again. Even harder than before. My whole body shuddered, and I collapsed on top of Steve. His cock pressed into my right tit. I panted.
Steve says I blacked out. I don’t think I did, but I honestly am not sure. I definitely zoned out for a moment, and the next thing I knew, I felt two small hands on my back. Ashley was running her fingers in the pool of sweat that had formed in the crease of my spine and the small of my back and the two dimples above my ass.
I felt Steve’s cock twitch, the hard, hot erection crushing my breast. I suddenly remembered that the whole point was to bust his nut, not mine, so I quickly climbed off of him. I noticed I had some precum on my tit, which I bent my head down to lap up with my toungue.
I went to Ashley’s side and she gave a me big hug and said, “Jesus, Mom! That was awesome! That was totally cool! I see what you mean, peeing during sex can be really hot!”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t pee, that was pussy juice. But, baby, I gotta explain about that later, because right now, Steve really needs to cum, dontchya, honey?”
“Please!” he begged. He wasn’t kidding, that was totally sincere.
“OK, Ashley, you’re about to make him cum. You can let him shoot it in your mouth, or you can let him shoot it on your face or you can let him shoot it on your chest or whatever, just whatever you feel most comfortable with,” I said, talking quickly.
“Daddy, where do you want it?” she asked him.
“I don’t know, baby, I just need to cum!” he said.
She looked at me. I really wanted to see it coat her little face, but decided otherwise.
“In your mouth, baby, he deserves it. Now suck his cock again, and you can jack him off at the same time now and whatever you do, don’t stop stroking his cock until I tell you,” I said.
She nodded and grabbed his cock and slid it right into her mouth, no hesitating, just hunger. She seemed to intuitively grasp the idea of stroking and sucking at the same time, and also understood that she should go faster and faster the closer he got to cumming.
Little cock-sucking Mozart, I tell you.
Steve was writhing, he bravely fought the physical instinct to rape the little girl’s mouth. I loved hearing him like this, and seeing my daughter sucking him off like a porn-star made me literally glow inside. I laid down next to him. He wrapped an arm around me and held me tight. I pressed my lips against his ear a softly whispered, “that’s it, honey, shoot that fucking cum for our baby girl. Fucking shoot all that hot cum into her little ten-year-old mouth. She’s our little fuck-toy, daddy’s little preteen slut. You can do anything you want with her, baby, anything! I’ll let you! Feed her all your jizz, Daddy, then we can make her cum together.”
He groaned the entire time, faster and faster. I thought about warning Ashley, but decided it’s more fun to let him just shoot.
His eyes were clenched, he had a brutally hard grasp of one of my ass cheeks and I had a bit of trouble breathing with how firmly he held me against him.
“OHHH,FUUUUCCCCCCKKK!!! GODDAMMNI UGHHHHHHH!!!! ARGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!”. His mouth was so close to my face, and his orgasm so loud that it made my ears ring. I watched Ashley as her mouth was flooded with his semen. Her cheeks puffed out, filled with jizz. Some began to dribble down her chin. Her face showed a mixture of lust and revulsion, clearly the gooey, slimy liquid wasn’t entirely what she was expecting, but the trooper tried to keep up with it. The whole question of where he should cum was entirely academic, there’s no way she could take his entire load in her mouth. She had to pull it out of her mouth, but she kept on pumping away at his cock and it kept shooting, so I got to see three strong squirts blast onto her face. She clenched her eyes tight and crinkled her nose but she didn’t try to dodge his juice.
Her face was coated in his cum, some of it landed in her hair. The final smaller sputters from his cock landed on her chest and shoulder.
I should have grabbed a camera or something, got pictures or video, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s a real shame I can’t show it to anyone. A little girl’s first taste of cum, the birth of a cum-slut.
She looked at me with her puffed-out, jizz-filled cheeks. She raised her eyebrows, and I realized she was asking me what to do with that mouthful of cum.
“Swallow it,” I said. Her eyes widened, her eyebrows crinkled. I’m sure she would have told me that I’m fucking nuts if she didn’t have a mouthful of jism.
“C’mon, honey, swallow it. It shows the man you love making him cum, and he’ll love it because it’s sexy as hell. Here, watch,” I said, and then bent down slid my tongue up her chest, scooping a healthy dollop into my mouth. I opened my mouth to show it to her, swallowed it down and showed her my empty mouth.
“Mmmmmmm… See honey? That’s what nasty sluts do,” I said.
She must have been reconsidering her earlier enthusiasm for joining the sisterhood of debauched whores right about then, but give the girl a gold star, she swallowed it all down. It took her two tries because of just how much jizz was in her mouth. The first swallow was done with an expression of severe reluctance, the second, though, was with an expression of “that wasn’t so bad, I can do this.”
Steve was missing this whole drama because he was still coming down from the biggest orgasm I ever remember him having. Hell, he hadn’t stopped moaning yet.
After swallowing, she coughed and gagged a bit, and a tiny drop of cum flew right at me. She wiped some of the cum off her face, including the drip on her forehead that was threatening to plop into her eye. She looked at her cum covered hand and I could see she was trying to work up the courage to gulp it down. Out of mercy — and thirst — I licked it off of her fingers for her.
I suddenly remembered the first time I had tasted my daddy’s juice when I was a little girl. It tasted like shit to me, but within a couple weeks, I grew to love it because that taste meant I had given him so much pleasure. Once your brain associates a certain taste with sexual pleasure, it begins to crave that taste. Now, the smell of semen makes my mouth water the same way the smell of chocolate does.
It looked like Ashley would be a cum-connoisseur like me, and probably soon. After watching me eagerly lap up his juice, she decided she’d do the same. She squeegeed the most heavily coated side of her face with her fingers and fed it to herself, then repeated the action with the other side. I don’t think she realized she still had a fair sized dribble on her torso.
I looked down and noticed that, believe it or not, she was still stroking Steve’s softening cock. No wonder he was still moaning. I couldn’t believe it, I had told her to keep stroking and she did it. This from the girl who can never write down a phone message ever, no matter how many times I tell her too. I touched her arm and said, “OK, baby, you can stop stroking now.”
“But I like doing it, it’s fun!”
“Yeah, but a man’s cock gets really sensitive after he cums, epecially on the head, so you gotta let go at some point,” I said.
“And I want you to come up here and kiss me some more,” Steve said. It was the first intelligible words to come out of his mouth since before he started cumming, so it caught me off guard. But Ashley was eager to make out some more, so she hopped on him, rubbed her pussy on his stomach and kissed him with her sperm-coated mouth. Luckily Steve digs the taste of cum almost as much as I do, and has no aversion to his own, so he kissed her as passionately as she kissed him.
While they were necking, I took the opportunity to clean off his softening cock. I loved thinking about how this thick piece of meat was just in my girl’s mouth. And the combined taste of cum, crotch funk and girl-spit…. it tasted fucking fantastic. I buried my nose in his pubic hair, stuffing his whole cock in my mouth, the head beginning to tickle my tonsils a bit but I’m a practiced hand so I know how to keep from hurling.
“Wow, mom, how do you fit the whole thing inside?” she asked.
Laughing with a throat full of dick is not advised.
After laughing/choking/spitting a bit (very ladylike), I said “Well, it’s easier to get the whole thing in your mouth when it’s soft, but you can learn to take the whole thing even when it’s hard sometimes. That’s called ‘deep-throating’, and it’s sort of like that sword swallower we saw on TV, you remember that?”
“Yeah, I remember. You and dad were laughing about something and you wouldn’t tell me what it– hey, where you guys joking about him deep-throating?”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Steve said, “but now you get to share in all our dirty jokes!”
“And a lot more than that, too!” I said.
We relaxed and caught our breath for a minute. Ashley was laying on Steve, and I could see strands of her fine hair beginning to stick to his sweat-soaked chest. I was on my side right next to them. Steve’s eyes met mine and something very loving passed between us. We both ran our hands over Ashley’s body. After a couple of minutes, he and I both noticed that Ashley was grinding herself against him a bit.
“So, Ashley, I’ve been dying to taste your pussy for so long now!” Steve said, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on eating you out and making you cum.”
She sat up and grinned and pretended to frown…. “Well, if you must!” she said and then bounced off of him, and next to me, throwing one leg over mine. She twisted the upper half of her body towards me and started sucking on my tits. I cradled her head in one of my hands and pulled her tighter against my nipple. Her tongue felt so good that I groaned out loud.
Steve got between her legs and started kissing her chest, working his way down. I bet he wanted to go slowly and sensually, but he was so eager to make his way south that it took like five seconds or something. He spread her pussy lips wide with one hand, stretching her aroused clitty. He started kissing and licking her sweet pussy, making her moan against my tit.
“Wow, Ashley, you taste fucking great! I hope you don’t mind, I’m going to have to do this a lot more often!” he said and started licking and sucking her pussy even harder.
“Oh, god! That feels soooo gooooood, Daddy. You can do this all you want to me, you can do whatever you want to me,” she said, panting. I have no idea if she knew what she was really saying, but I let my imagination run wild.
Her hips were squirming on the bed underneath him. Her moans were growing louder and faster, and soon she had to stop suckling me and just give into the pleasure she was feeling. Her eyes were shut tight and sweat was breaking out on her forehead. I ran my fingertips over the smooth skin of her writhing body, tracing my nails lightly across her flesh. Her cheeks and her chest bloomed with a hot red flush. She thrust her hips up off the bed, pressing her pussy harder against Steve’s mouth. She gasped as she felt his tongue squirm it’s way into her tiny hole. I slid my hands down and started to rub her very aroused clit. Instantly she started moaning twice as loud, and I could tell she was on the verge of another orgasm. Her pussy was so wet that I could hear a sopping squishy sound as I stroked her, even over the sounds of her pleasure. Blindly, her hands roamed over me until they found my breasts. She started pinching and pulling on one of my nipples, and a moment later she twisted on my nipple hard as she began to cum. Juice flooded over my hand and into Steve’s mouth, and the sharp pain on my tit caused my thighs to fly open. I started rubbing my own pussy and found Ashley’s mouth with my own, and we started kissing madly as her orgasm subsided and mine began. A moment later I felt Steve’s mouth on my cunt and I grabbed the back of his head. Ashley’s hand was already there, she had guided his mouth from her pussy to mine.
My whole body shook as I came. Ashlely climbed onto me, straddling my stomach with her wet pussy, and kissed me while I slowly came down from an orgasmic high more powerful than I’d felt in years.
The relaxation that took hold of me afterwards was so strong that before I knew it, I had nodded off. I woke up a couple of moments later to the sounds of my husband and my daughter laughing. He was tickling her. They stopped when they saw me open my eyes.
“Look who’s up, it’s Sleeping Beauty!” Steve said.
“I wasn’t out that long!” I said defensively.
“Hey, mommy?” Ashley asked.
“You just ate!” Steve and I said at the same time, then we all started laughing even though the joke wasn’t that funny. After we recovered a couple of minutes later, I stood up and quickly grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and started mopping up the cum and sweat Ashley was covered in.
“Well, I’ll tell you what, why don’t you two hop in the jacuzzi while I order us a pizza, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds good… after dinner, can we watch some more of your videos?” Ashley asked me.
“Sure honey,” I said.
“And, um… uh… ”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Well, uh… can I — I mean, do you mind if I…. I wanna watch you guys fuck!”
Chapter 7: Jacuzzis Turn Me On. Apparently, So Does Pizza
We bought this house about a year before I got pregnant with Ashley. We were actually going to buy a different house, a larger one for a bit less money, but our realtor asked us to take a look at this one as a favor to a friend of hers that was representing it. Certainly it had its charm, and it was in a slightly nicer neighorhood but Steve and I had pretty much made up our minds on the other one.
Then the realtor led us out into the backyard, and Boom! There it was! Paradise!
Sunk into the corner of the beautiful wooden porch, rumbling quietly, was a nice, big jacuzzi. Glistening faux-marble fiberglass, easily capable of holding eight people, or sixteen very good friends. Powerful, pussy-tingling jets firing full blast under the surface and more than enough room on all sides to sit on the edge, spread your knees apart, lean back on your elbows and let some talented lover feast between your thighs. It was the promise of the Disco era made true before our eyes.
Steve and I looked at each other, then let our eyes wander around the yard. High fences, tall trees… all of it nestled against the base of a hillside.
I swear the realtor could read our minds because Steve and I were both trying to figure out how to delicately ask her something when she piped up with the magic word, ‘privacy’. As in: “The owners made sure that the backyard had complete privacy, so there’d be no nosy neighbors able to see into the yard… naturally that includes the jacuzzi and grilling area as well.”
I don’t know what came over me, but I just blurted out, “Wow, Steve, we could fuck each other in the jacuzzi anytime we want!!”
“Julie!!” Steve gasped.
I realized what I said and that I’d said it in front of a total stranger and blushed madly. But she wasn’t offended. Realtors are like sharks and this one smelt blood.
“She’s right, you know. Your neighor’s wouldn’t see you,” she said, smooth as butter, “Hell, they wouldn’t even hear you… unless you invited them over of course.”
The shark circled us and went in for the kill.
“I’ll tell you what, why don’t I go out to the car and make a call to my friend. Let me see if his clients are a little flexible on the price if you’re willing to make an offer today. It’ll take at least fifteen minutes, you two can talk it over. Just come out front whenever you’re ready. By the way, I’m the only one showing this property today.”
She winked at me — well at both of us, but mostly at me — as she left. This chick totally had my number.
To make a long story short, we both knew this was the house for us, but Steve pretended to be reluctant so I got on my knees and blew him right there on the porch to pretend sweeten the deal. Truth is, we were both horny from picturing the debauchery suddenly within our grasp. Afterwards, I decided to do a bad job cleaning up the drop of his cum that accidentally plopped right onto my satin blouse. Showing off makes being naughty so much more fun.
One morning a month later, the realtor stood on the front lawn and handed us the keys to our new house. We invited her inside to share a bottle of celebratory champagne. I only brought two glasses, so we had to share those as well. Before the bottle was half gone, we started making bad jokes about the fact that champagne glasses are called “flutes” and other various flute-related entendres. Two-thirds through the bottle, and she was taking sips from her flute and dribbling the champagne from her lips to ours. By the time we finished the bottle off, she and I were sitting on Steve’s lap in the jacuzzi, making out and sucking each others tits and putting on one hell of a sexy show for him.
Naturally, none of us had brought swim suits. Hell, Steve hadn’t even worn underwear. So it was birthday suits all around, and a good thing too, she had an awesome pair of exotic, puffy pink nipples (and I secretly was proud that my tits were a little bit bigger).
We ate each other out and I fucked her with the empty champagne bottle while she blew Steve and she finger-fucked my ass while Steve pounded her pussy and we capped things off by clinking two semen-filled champagne flutes together and then draining them down in a single gulp.
All of that was in the middle of the fucking day.
Goddamn I wish I could remember the realtor’s name. Cathy? Katherine? Whatever.
Anyhow, that’s all a long way of saying that we bought the house for the jacuzzi, and the jacuzzi for its inherent sexual opportunities, which we put to good use whenever we could. Of course, “whenever we could” was severely limited by the little munchkin we were soon raising. But now that I was watching Ashley lead Steve to the hot tub, guiding him by his cock which she held like a leash, and gingerly lowering her nude body into the turbulent water… well clearly the jacuzzi’s glory days were just beginning.
I watched Ashley and Steve from inside the house while I ordered the pizza (one large with pepporoni and olives, one medium with pesto and pineapple, and keep your comments to yourself, it’s better than you think!). Ashley snuggled up against his side, resting her head on his shoulder and chest. His arm was lazily slung over her. Her eyes were closed, while his roamed over her body. Both were glowing from the warmth of the water and the natural effects of sexual release, and I could see their chests rising and falling in slow, relaxed breaths. At first I thought Ashley had fallen asleep, but I saw her smile and her lips move, then his lips move, then hers… father and daughter enoying some post-orgasmic father-daughter bonding. A few moments later they both laughed at some little joke one of them made and they both looked so happy I was a bit jealous that I wasn’t there to laugh with them. But then I remembered the entire afternoon Ashley and I had spent making love to each other and suddenly jealousy, even in small doses, seemed petty and cheap.
Before heading outside, I grabbed a juice box and a couple of bottles of Corona from the fridge. I carried them out with me and saw that while I was in the refrigerator, Ashley had changed positions and was now sitting on her daddy’s lap, nestled against him and I realized it’s been a couple of years since she’s sat in his lap like that. Steve smiled as he saw me approach and then smiled even brighter when he saw I had refreshments.
“Oh, God bless you, honey! This is just what I needed” he said, as I handed him his beer.
“I figured you two had to be as thirsty as I am,” I said. I sat down on the rim of the jacuzzi behind him, letting my legs dangle into the warm water on each side of his broad shoulders. I scooched forward so Steve could lean back and rest the back of his head against my belly and my cunt. Warm jets of water blasted against the soles of my feet. I leaned forward and ran my nails through Steve’s wet hair and let myself melt into bliss. High above our heads, Venus twinkled brightly.
“Aren’t you coming in, mom?” Ashley asked after a deep drag from her juice box.
“In a little bit, honey, the cool air feels pretty good right now,” I said, letting my head roll to one side. I closed my eyes and let the breeze dry the sweat off my chest.
We relaxed in silence together for a couple of minutes. I dipped my hand in the water and sprinkled some drops onto my face and across the tops of my breasts.
“Mom… you’re really pretty. I think you’re really, really pretty.”
I opened my eyes and saw her smiling up at me.
“What? Where did that come from?”
“I dunno. I always thought you were, but I didn’t want to sound silly or nothing so I never said anything. But you’re so… I mean your hair, your eyes, your mouth, your… uh… your boobies. I think you’re the prettiest person I know!”
“Ohmygod! Thank you Ashley! That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me!”
“Well, I’m glad I can say it to you now! I feel like I can tell you anything, now.”
“I know what you mean. I’m so glad I can finally tell you how goddamn sexy I think you are. I swear, seeing you naked turns me on so fucking much!”
“Really? Well seeing your boo– uh, your tits– is totally turning me on, Mom!”
I winked and pinched my nipples seductively. Ashley lauhed and raised her hands to her chin, stuck her tongue out and panted like a begging dog. It was so adorable I nearly had a cute-gasm.
“And what about Daddy here?” I said, mussing up Steves hair.
“Yeah, what about me? I must be the funny lookin’ one in the family, huh?” he asked.
“Oh, jeez, Daddy, are you kidding me?” said Ashley. She snaked her arms around his neck, pulled him in for a quick, sloppy kiss and looked him right in the eyes. “Dad, come on, you’re hot as hell! I’ve always thought so. All my friends do too, you know? Shawna and CeeCee still won’t stop talking about how sexy you looked that day you took us to the beach! CeeCee says you’ve got the best ass she’s ever seen on a grown-up.”
See? What did I tell you about the surfing? But for the record, I can’t say CeeCee is wrong.
“Man, I guess we really can say anything now, can’t we?” Steve asked.
“I guess so,” I said. Ashley grinned up at me.
I reached out and carressed her cheek. I decided right then and there that I’d never let myself feel guilty about wanting sex with Ashley ever again. After just a few hours of sharing pleasure with her, our family was closer than ever. More trust, more honesty, more tenderness. How can anyone keep something this loving from their children? Sex is something families should share! How can you trust someone you’re not sleeping with? How can you know you’re making someone happy if you’ve never given them an orgasm? How can you be truly honest with someone you’ve never even fucked?
And where the hell was our pizza? I glanced at the clock inside the house. We had at least another five minutes, but with the sliding door closed, I wouldn’t be able hear the doorbell if he came early.
“Ashley, honey, could you hop up and slide open the door? I’d hate to miss our pizza.”
She hopped up and scampered to the door.
“I’m totally gonna rim the hell out of that sexy ass tonight,” said Steve.
“That’s a great fucking idea, baby!” I said.
Ashley slid the door wide open and then ran back to us. She plopped down beside us and spread her legs wide.
“My pussy wants a kiss!” she announced. I had the easier angle so I dove right in, licking, kissing, caressing and finally blowing a strawberry on her swollen clit.
She squealed in delight and then used her fingers to open and close her cunt lips like a little mouth. “Thank you, Mommy!” she made her pussy puppet say in a weird low voice.
“Why does your cunny sound like the Cookie Monster?” Steve teased.
“I don’t know! What does Mommy’s cunny sound like?” shot back the pussy puppet with the Cookie Monster voice.
“I sound like this!” said my pussy puppet in a high-pitched warble.
“Ahh! Like Miss Piggy!” Ashley said between giggles.
“Oh, it was supposed to be like Mickey Mouse!” I protested.
“I think you’re gonna have to trust me on this one, Mom. I’m ten years old, we know our muppets!”
“Little stinker! OK, you got me, I guess she sounds like Miss Piggy.”
“I guess that means dad’s cock sounds like Kermit, huh?”
We both looked at him to see if he’d play along.
“Actually,” he said, playing along, “when he’s soft, he sounds like the Swedish Chef. And when, he gets hard he sounds like Beaker. Wanna see?”
And suddenly he stood up with a pretty nice erection given how long he spent in the hot tub, and did a pretty good impression of Beaker while waving his prick puppet all over the place. A couple of seconds later and I’ll be damned if Beaker didn’t somehow find his way into Ashley’s mouth.
She sucked him gently for a little bit but his cock wasn’t quite ready to rejoin the party yet. Right after she stopped, she looked at me and said, “Hey, we’re all naked!”
“I mean… when the pizza guy comes… you aren’t gonna pay for it naked are you?”
“Oh! No, honey, I’ll throw on my robe, it’s right where we left it in the living room. But I might show him my tits, it’s always polite to tip your pizza guy.”
“Are you kidding?”
“I’ve done it before. You want me to?”
“Yeah! Can I watch?”
“Hmmm… OK, but you have to watch from the family room and keep the lights out so he doesn’t see you, all right?”
And then, talk about good timing, the doorbell rang. Ashley and I walked into the house. I picked up my robe from the floor and threw it on, and also grabbed the cash I’d set aside to pay the kid with. The front door of our house leads to an atrium, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows separating it from our family room. The windows are tinted a bit, so if it’s night, and the lights in the atrium are on and the lights in the family room are off, you can stand in the family room and have a perfect and perfectly hidden view of the goings-on in our atrium.
After double checking to make sure Ashley was out of sight, I opened the front door and invited the pizza guy to step into the atrium with me. He looked to be in his early twenties, and had a slight southern twang to the way he said, “Pizzas, ma’am. That’s uh… $24.60”
I handed him a twenty and a five. “Thanks, I’m sort of screwing you out of a tip here, I totally apologize, this is all the cash I had on me.”
“Oh that’s fine, I appreciate the –”
“No, it’s not, I know you guys depend on your tips. Here, tell ya what, let me make it up to you a bit. How’s this?”
I pulled open the lapels, exposing one breast then the other. I squeezed them together with both palms, like strippers do and then gently released them.
“Holy sh– I mean… Um, wow! Lady, you just made my night! Thanks, that totally makes up for the tip.”
“It does, does it? Cuz I was planning on letting you have a quick squeeze, too.”
“Well, you know…”
He was like a deer in the headlights, struggling to decide whether that was an invitation or a joke. I let him twist for a couple of heartbeats before letting him off the hook.
“Oh, come on, you earned it. Cop a feel if you want, I don’t mind at all. Just don’t call me ma’am again, OK?”
“You got it!” he said, finally willing to let himself openly gawk at my breasts. He actually licked his lips.”
“Don’t be afraid, hon, they’re not the kind that bite,” I said, stepping a bit closer to him and thrusting my chest out. I was close enough to him that I could feel the heat from his breath on my naked shoulder and the side of my neck.
His hands shook as they reached out, but they were nice and warm from carrying pizzas. I let him run his hands over them and use his thumb to explore my hard nipples. Shocks of pleasure made me groan and purr. The tingles running up my spine from his touch were amplified by the excitement of knowing Ashley was secretly watching my brazen sluttery. I almost wanted to tell Pizza Boy that a naked, preteen nymph was watching him grope me just to see his reaction. I didn’t, of course, but thinking about it lit my cunt’s fires. Could he smell my pussy?
After a few seconds of pawing, I gently stepped back, out of his reach, and he got the hint and withdrew his hands.
“Cool!” he said. “Hey, uh… is this like one of those old porn movies, you know, pizza dude gets lucky?”
“Fraid not tonight, pizza dude. My husband and I have a new sexy little girlfriend to play with tonight and we don’t feel like sharing just yet.”
His jaw hit the floor. He scopped it back and managed to regain his composure rather quickly. “That’s all right, it’s still my lucky night. I’ll let you get back to your fun, enjoy the pizza!”
“No! Thank you!” he said and turned to leave. I was stuffing my fun bags back into my robe when he looked back and said, “Oh, and just so you know, that’s one awesome pair you got there.”
And with that, he lifted the brim of the stupid baseball cap they make the delivery guys wear like a cowboy in the old west and turned back around and swaggered his way back to his car.
As soon as I closed the door, Ashley came running into the atrium, and her mouth was running as fast as she was.
“Ohmigosh, Mom, that was soooooo cool, Mom I wanna be just like you, his eyes totally popped out of his head just like in a cartoon, he was kinda cute, too, huh? I wanna do it next time, can I? I probably hafta wait until I have boobs or it won’t work, I could show my pussy, though, I bet guys wanta see that, how many times have you done this before? You’re so awesome, Mom, I can’t believe how bold you are, hey the pizza smells good I guess I am hungry, but I’m horny too, I wish dad was watching also, he doesn’t mind you doing that, right, I guess not since you did all that stuff in those movies and he didnt mind that, you let him touch your boobs, I can’t believe that, he’s a total stranger, that’s awesome, I bet he tells all his friends about it, does it bother you if he tells his friends about you? I bet it felt really good when he was touching you, I got we just watching, I bet you got really wet when he touched you, oh, hey, you ordered breadsticks too, awesome!”
I’m pretty sure she didn’t even breathe during all of that. While she was carrying on I handed her the bottle of soda so she could carry that as well. She was skipping along beside me as I made my way back out to the hot tub where I was pleased to see Steve had already gotten some napkins and paper plates, plus a glass for Ashley and a few more beers for us.
The truth is, Ashley’s excitement made me feel pretty proud of myself, the sexy, adventurous, slutty, nutty, nympho soccer-MILF, and my daughter’s admiration fed my vanity. By the time I made it outside, I was strutting like the proud showoff I was.
Steve took the pizzas from me and asked, “Are we eating at the table or in the tub?”
“More fun in the tub.”
Ashley handed the soda to Steve and helped herself to a quick squeeze of his cock.
“So, did Mommy tip him well?”
“Yup, VERY well!” she said, “Didn’t you, Mom?”
“Sure did. I’ll let her tell you about it in a second,” I said, and then opened up my robe, and let it slide down my body. I spread my feet apart and used my fingers to open my vulva and expose my button. “Letting that guy feel me up made me crazy horny and I really need to cum really fuckin bad. Ashley, baby, since you’re the one who wanted me to do it, I think you should eat Mommy’s cunt, OK?”
She grinned and nodded enthusiastically. I put my hand on her bare shoulder and pushed her to her knees. She shuffled forward a bit until her face was right in front my crotch. I grabbed the back of her head, wrapping my fingers in her wet hair, and pulled her mouth to my soaking pussy.
“Oh, FUCKING GOD!”
The moment her lips and her tongue touched me, my whole body went hyper sensitive. A thick rush of pleasure erupted deep inside my gut and spread out to my skin. I curled the fingers in Ashley’s hair even tighter, pulling her against me even harder. I’m sure it hurt, but I didn’t care and she seemed to like it, lapping at my pussy faster and deeper. I juiced up hard and felt her lips become slick with my honey.
Soon Steve was by us, kneeling down to get a close-up of the action. I moaned again, then again and again.
“Oh, she loves the way you’re sucking Mommy’s pussy, honey. Yeah, that’s right, eat your slutty mom’s slutty cunt, Ashley, you’re gonna maker her cum so hard, baby.”
Steve’s dirty talk was driving me wild, and since I didn’t think I could pull Ashley’s hair any harder without ripping it out, I ran my free hand into my own hair and pulled it hard. I gasped at the pain but not because it hurt but because it felt so fucking good. I started thrusting my hips, fucking my little girl’s face with my clit. I twisted my fistfull of hair even harder, gasping at the way ecstasy transformed pain into heat and shuddering when I loosened my grip as pleasure rushed up through me.
Steve kept on with his vulgar cheering: “Goddamn, that’s so fucking hot, seeing my little baby girl being used like a whore by her own mother. I bet it was so hot seeing her be all nasty with a total stranger, huh? You’re so fucking lucky, baby slut, so fucking lucky to have such a dirty slut as your mom so she can teach you how a real whore acts.”
Steve grabbed a handful of my ass. I felt an amazing vibration from Ashley’s mouth. She was groaning in pleasure and it rattled my clit perfectly. I was so deep into my pleasure that I was having trouble making my eyes go where I wanted to, but when they did, I saw that Ashley had started masturbating herself. The faster she moved her hand, the harder she moaned. The motion of her hand made her head bounce against me.
With Steve holding me, I could lean back against him. His warm chest supported my shoulders and I arched my back, spreading my thighs even wider and thrusting my hungry cunt further down her fingers and harder against her mouth.
“Oh, fuck! Baby, that feels — aahhh — so fucking good,” I squealed, “Oh, god, yeah! Eat me like a fucking whore! More, baby, fuuuuuuck god MORE! I’m a dirty fucking slut, a dirty slutty fucking whore!”
“Make your slutty nasty mom cum, Ashley. Show her you know how to work a cunt like her’s,” commanded Steve.
She stopped licking and planted her lips around my clit, sucking it like a cock. I nearly screamed as my orgasm hit me like a truck hitting a wall. I thrashed my head against Steve’s chest. If he hadn’t wrapped an arm around my ribs, I’d have collapsed. My whole body was shaking. Juice ran from my vulva down Ashley’s arm in big wet drops.
I came so hard that soon my pussy was hyper-sensitive and I nearly pulled Ashley off it until I saw how close she was to her own orgasm. Her tongue on my clit sent unbearably intense sensations all over me, from my face down to the soles of my feet. I didn’t know if I could stand anymore but I wasn’t about to interrupt Ashley’s orgasm.
Mercifully, I only had to endure the torture for a few more seconds. As soon as she began to cum she pulled her fingers out of my pussy, lifted her mouth off my clit and shouted in short, ravaged breaths. Her whole body went rigid. I watched in fascination as she squirmed on the wooden deck, one hand blurred in motion between her thighs, the other digging her tiny nails into my calf. It was so hot seeing this that I nearly ordered Steve to fuck her virgin brains out but managed to hold back. Even when the orgasm passed, she kept her eyes clenched shut, her fingers tighty grabbing my leg and her hand pressed tight against her vagina.
I had to tap her on the head to bring her back to reality. She looked up at me like I woke her up from a dream, confused momentarily as she realized she wasn’t floating on a cloud.
“Ashley, baby, you were incredible!” I said. She smiled in pride.
“I hope the pizza isn’t cold!” she finally said, “I’m starving! And thirsty!”
“Well, do we need to take care of this first?” I asked, lightly stroking Steve’s now hard cock.
“Actually, I wanto eat first,” said Steve.
“Really?! Patience of a Sphinx!” I said.
“Well, we promised our little sex grasshopper here that we’d let her watch us fuck, and I want to make sure I’m going to be at my best. Plus, I’m starving too.”
Seemed fair to me.
Dinner was fun. We ate in the hot tub, which is always a treat but plays hell with the filter. We all kept sneaking gropes and kisses from each other. We even let Ashley have a swig or two of beer, which she thought tasted “like crap”.
“Hey, Ashley,” I said, finishing off my beer, “you know why you and I are lucky?”
“Why?” she asked.
“Well, you and I don’t have anything to do tomorrow. School’s out for you and I’m a stay-at-home mom.” I turned to Steve, leaning in close. “Now, Daddy, on the other hand, he has to go to work, and spend the whole day thinking about all the sexy fun he could be having if he weren’t at work. I don’t see how he could get any work done, at all. If it were me, I’d be waaaaayyyy too distracted to be able to make any meaningful contribution. If it were me, I’d just hate having to work tomorrow, and wouldn’t be able to shake the thought that since it’s Friday, if I were somehow not at work, I’d be able to have the best three-day weekend ever. I’d probably even begin to think that I should have called in sick. I tell ya, honey, your Daddy is in for a rough day tomorrow, don’t ya think?”
“Yeah, sucks to be him!” she giggled. Twelve hours ago, I’d have scolded her for using the word ‘sucks’. But I’m letting that slide now that I’m teaching her to literally do it.
“You know, now that you mention it,” Steve said. “I think I’m — cough, cough — I think I’m coming down with something. For some reason I’m getting really hot, and there’s this weird stiffness below my belly. You know, I don’t know if I’m sick or not, but if I am, I’d hate to spread that to any of my co-workers. I think I’d better call in sick, and spend the day in bed.”
“Yayyyy! Don’t worry, Mommy and me will be your nurses, we’ll make you feel much better!”
“‘Mommy and I’, honey, ‘Mommy and I will be your nurses'” I corrected.
They both looked at me like I was insane. I cracked open another beer and tried to pretend I wasn’t.
We finished off the pizza and I had a nice buzz going from the booze. I think Steve did too. At any rate, soon he was asking Ashley whether I showed her the best feature of a jacuzzi.
“I don’t think so,” she said, so innocently.
“Shame on you, Julie! Well, it’s time you learned why your mom calls them ‘magic jets’.”
Well, needless to say, it didn’t take long for Steve to teach Ashley how to thrust her pussy up against the jets and get a nice cum from them. I realized he had an ulterior motive when he had her turn around and spread her ass and let the jets shoot against her tight little pucker as well.
“It feels good, but it feels better when it’s shooting against my clit,” said Ashley.
“I know, honey, but I think what’s coming next is really the fun part,” I told her, winking at Steve. “I think Daddy is going to teach you about rim jobs.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Funny you should ask,” Steve said, sliding a finger betweeen her cheeks and rubbing her little rosebud, cleaning off anything the jets might have missed. “Here, lean over the edge, like this.”
He lifted her and bend her over the hot tub’s ledge. Fuck, her ass looked so hot, glistening wet and white as snow. I moved to get a better view, which (not coincidentally) also let me find a jet of my own to rinse off my sphincter with. Steve knelt behind her and spread her cheeks. He looked at me with an evil grin and wagged my tongue around at him.
“Well, honey, this is rimming!” he said, and slowly brought his lips to her spread ass. First he kissed and licked one globe, then the other. Ashley smiled and sighed, but was clearly a bit unimpressed. That changed as his lips and tongue started inching closer and closer, and she gasped in surprise when he rounded the curve just outside her hole.
He took a deep breath and planted the most loving, fatherly, gentle kiss that has ever been placed on a little girl’s asshole. She sighed, then started giggling as his tongue joined his lips, and then she shrieked when he swiped and flicked at her hole swiftly with his tongue.
“Ha ha ha ha heee heee! That tickles, Daddy!”
Her asshole clenched and released under the assault by Steve’s tongue. Soon she got used to the new sensation and let herself relax.
“You’re not grossed out doing that? I mean, I poop from there!”
“No, I love it! Does it gross you out, honey?” he asked.
“Not anymore! It feels kinda good. It feels — oh! That feels really good!”
Steve had started working his tongue inside her ass. Just a bit, but this was the first time she ever experienced something going in rather than out of her backside. She looked at me and blushed, and I would have tried to reassure her with a smile, but I was lost in my arousal and could only leer.
“You wanna try that, Mommy?” she asked.
“I’d like to see that too,” said Steve, moving aside to make room for me.
I got behind her, placing my hands where Steve’s had been. I squeezed that perfect preteen ass, spreading it, loving how smooth her skin felt against my puckered fingertips. I wanted to start slowly, sensuosly, but I couldn’t control myself. As soon as I tasted that tart, forbidden fruit, warm and wet with my husband’s spit, I lost control. I dove in like fat people at a buffet. Her incredibly tight asshole was like a challenge, and I was determined to tongue-fuck her. My pointed tongue worked its way inside her. If I had a cock, I’d have fucked that ass right then and there. To this day, Steve’s self control in those early days is unbelievable to me.
Soon my blood was pumping through me and I was pure lust. Ashley’s scent, her taste, hearing her moan and feeling her tiny body squirming underneath my hands lit a raging fire deep inside my guts. I’ve only been this aroused, this excited, this hungry a few other times in my whole life and with the crazy fucked-up shit I’ve done that’s really saying something. And it came out of nowhere! Just minutes earlier, I was relaxing with pizza and beer and pretty horny but well within reason. Now as I devoured Ashley’s hot little shitter, I became an animal — no thoughts, just need. Fuck, ‘need’ isn’t even the right word. I don’t think there is one. It’s like anything that wasn’t pleasure was unbearable pain. I needed sex like a drowning person needs air.
I pulled my face out of my daughter’s ass and said, “Fuck me! Steve, it’s time for you to fuck the shit out me!”
It wasn’t a question, it was an order.
Chapter 8: Finally! Fucking!
I don’t remember getting out of the tub, or walking to the bedroom or climbing onto our bed. I don’t remember what any of us said. Steve told me later I didn’t even pick up a towel, I just ran in the house and hopped into bed soaking wet. Ashley told me later that I looked crazy and was snarling as I begged Steve to fuck me. She also told me she could smell my pussy as soon as she followed Steve into our room. I was already on the bed, holding my legs apart and pulled up, my ankles almost behind my head.
The first thing I remember was feeling Steve’s cock enter me in one forceful thrust. It would have hurt if my cunt wasn’t drenched in my own juice. Instead it felt like that breath of air for the drowning. It was pleasurable, of course, but it was relief too. Until his cock entered me, I wasn’t just horny, I was suffering. Once it was inside me, my body spasmed in ecstasy.
He pounded into me a dozen times. I was on the verge of an unimaginably good orgasm when he pulled out.
I nearly punched the motherfucker. If I thought it was possible to hit him without limping up his dick, I probably would have. Instead, I did the next best thing, I yelled out, “No! What are you doing to me? Put it back, baby, I need it, put it back in me and fuck me!” I had an expression of anger and pathetic begging all at the same time. Grown ups never look like that, but if you’ve ever taken a toy away from a toddler, you’ve seen that face before.
Steve flopped onto his back, his hard cock flat against his stomach.
“Get on top of me, you slut, reverse cowgirl. I want Ashley to have a better view.”
Somewhere deep inside of me, I felt annoyed that while I needed a rough hard pounding, Steve wanted to fuck like porn stars, showing off for an audience. But that emotion was overwhelmed by my need for his cock. I couldn’t deny anything he wanted, anything his penis wanted, any more than a light bulb could deny a switch. I could only obey.
And he knew it, too. Something in the way I reacted told him that I was his, completely, lost in sexual servitude to my man and his big dick. So when I climbed on top of him he grabbed my buttocks and held me above his cock. He didn’t have the right leverage for him to keep me from lowering myself if I wanted to, but I wasn’t about to because he didn’t want me to and I was in this state of lust-fueled hypnosis.
All I could do was whimper. But since I knew it must be turning him on, I didn’t mind whimpering.
“Give me your hands, honey, don’t touch yourself,” he said softly. How did he know I was thinking about risking a much-needed rub on my clit? I bit my lower lip and put my hands behind my back. He crossed them behind me and held them with one hand. God-fucking-damn that turned me on so much! I was soaking wet and so horny I was shaking.
“Hey, Little Princess, you got a good view of us?” Steve asked. “You can see mommy’s cunt up close, right, Little Princess?”
“Yes, Daddy!” she said. I loved hearing him using her pet name while we were all naked.
Ashley was laying on her stomach, in between Steve’s spread legs. She was watching this little exhibition of sexual power play with those innocent, childish eyes opened wide. I was so jealous that she got to masturbate while I couldn’t do anything but beg, especially since seeing her hips and ass writhing was turning me on even more.
“Do you want to help Daddy fuck Mommy, Little Princess?” Steve asked. I gasped at how fucking dirty this question was.
“Say it for us, baby, I want to hear you ask to help,” he said.
“Daddy, can I help you fuck Mommy? Please, Daddy? I’ll do whatever you want!”
FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!! Read that sentence back to yoursef in a little girl’s voice. I’m not fucking kidding. Close your eyes, imagine my little girl, naked and masturbating, asking in her childish voice to help us have sex, telling us she’ll do whatever he wants.
“Uggnnnhhhh…” I moaned. Ashley looked up at me and met my eyes. I have no idea what the expression on my face was at that moment, but I know she’d never seen it before. Her eyes went wide open. A lock of her hair fell forward, covering up one of her eyes. I tried pulling one of my hands away so i could brush her hair back, but Steve wasn’t letting me have any freedom with my hands. The harder I tried to pull my hands away, the harder he gripped my wrists. Half of me was almost angry, the other half thrilled at his control.
“OK, Little Princess. Grab my cock and hold it up. Point it straight at your mother’s cunt.”
She reached a hand out and hesitantly touched it, like checking if a stove was hot. She wrapped her hand around it and lifted it up.
“It’s really leaking a lot, Daddy!”
I was so glad to hear that. I needed to know that he was as turned on as I was.
“Why don’t your rub some of that juice around the head, honey?” he said. She used her thumb, and I could hear the wet squish as she smeared the tip of his cock with precum. I involuntarily tried to lower myself onto it but he pushed my ass and my crossed wrists, reminding me he was calling the shots. I clenched my eyes in frustration.
“Now, hold it there and watch closely, Little Princess, ok?”
“Like this?” she said.
“Yeah, Ashley, just like that. Hold it up so Mommy can slide my cock up her pussy!”
Do you remember that thrilling rush you got the first time you ever looked at porn? Or the first time you french kissed or the first time you let someone take your clothes off? That feeling of “Oh my god, this is soooo dirty but I love it!” sweeping through you and you almost felt ashamed or scared because it was such a new experience? I hadn’t felt that in years, not since I was Ashley’s age, but suddenly my head was spinning with that sensation.
“….please….” I begged quietly.
“Here it comes, Julie,” he said.
He slowly guided me down. I tried to go faster but as soon as I did he stopped lowering me until I gave up and let him take control again. I felt Ashley’s breath against my pussy. Her eyes were riveted on our genitals.
The last half inch of space separating him from me seemed to take forever, but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. The closer I got to having his cock inside me, the more of an animal I became. A real bitch in heat. I was on the verge of panic that he’d stop just to show he could, but he needed my body as much as I needed his.
The final millimeter separating us took an unbearably long blink of an eye, thn suddenly OH MY GOD! FUCK, YESSSSS!!!!!! My slobbering pussy lips spread easily, and I felt the unbelievable pleasure of being filled with hot stone. I felt the slight curvature of his cock stretching my pussy and pressing all these different spots on the inside of my cunt. And he was so hard!
I kept sinking down further onto him. My eyes were closed and as I slid down I let out a long, high-pitched sigh. I was breathing so hard and my heart pounded wildly beneath my breasts. And then out of nowhere, something was pressing against my vulva, something warm and bony.
“Holy shit!” I said, gasping and looking down. It was Ashley’s hand I felt, still wrapped around her Daddy’s cock. As soon as I realized what I was feeling, I started shaking in something like fear — only heavenly. Steve groaned and I wanted to see the pleasure I was giving him on his face, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off Ashley. He let go of my ass but kept his grip on my wrists. I rose and fell a couple of times, loving the feeling but also hungry to have him deeper inside of me.
“Honey,” I whispered, and Ashley read my meaning and let go of the cock as I drove myself downward. I swallowed Steve down to the base of his shaft, and Ashley held her fingers out and let the tips brush against my clit when it passed by. The double jolt of pleasure from the complete penetration and the friction of Ashley’s fingers nearly made me collapse.
She kept her fingers rubbing me in small circles as I rose back up. I couldn’t stand it.
“Oh, baby! Please stop, I don’t want to cum yet!” I begged her.
“OK” she said, but not before giving me one extra sensuous fondle. Then she sucked my juice off her fingers while keeping her eyes glued to the obscene sight in front of her.
“Ugghhh! Ugghhh!!! Deeper, Daddy, deeper!” I cried. I just called my husband ‘Daddy’. And not as roleplay, but because I realized I liked calling him ‘Daddy’ as he fucked me. I was too worked up to think about it then, but it was that moment that I decided I just like saying ‘Daddy’ during sex. The word feels so warm and tasty in my mouth.
I panted and moaned some more as I fucked him and he fucked me. His hips rose to drive his perfect fucking cock deeper and deeper into my hole. I squeezed him as hard as I could and heard him swear and finally let go of my arms. As soon as they were free, I let myself fall forward, landing my palms onto his sweaty, hairy thighs, using the leverage to slam harder and harder up and down his cock. Ashley had to move back a bit to make room, so she straightened up and we were looking each other right in the eye.
“Enjoying the show, sexy?” I heard myself say.
“I fucking love it, Mom! You two look so sexy like this!” she said. “I’m so turned on right now!”
“Same here! I can’t believe how hot it makes me letting you watch us fuck!” I turned around to see Steve. His neck was craned trying to see as much of me and Ashley as he could. “Hey Daddy, does it turn you on as much as it turns us on? Knowing your little girl is watching you fuck me like a goddamn dirty fucking whore? She’s getting so wet seeing you use me like the fucking slut I am!”
His face was red and covered in sweat. He was breathing hard but managed to answer.
“Hell yeah! Oh, hell yeah! Show her what a real slut is like! Ashley, your Mommy is so nasty in bed! She’s the wildest, sexiest woman I’ve ever known. You wanna know how big a slut she is, Ashley? Tell her, Mommy. Tell our Little Princess how many men you’ve fucked in one night. Tell her about our anniversary party!”
Oh fuck, somehow I didn’t want to reveal this. After everything we did tonight, it turned out there’s something that still scares me to reveal to Ashley.
“How many, Mommy? I wanna know!”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Steve while he kept thrusting harder into me. I prayed he’d reconsider and let me off the hook and spare me the humiliation, but I knew he wouldn’t and I was frightened and grateful at the same time. I was so fucked up with lust at that moment I craved the shame admitting this to our daughter would bring.
“She wants to know, darling. Tell her.”
I hesitated, but didn’t stop thursting. Please don’t make me do this.
I looked in my daughter’s wide eyes. She had no idea the torment I was in. She thought this was all fun and games. And then Steve grabbed my hips and held them still, his cock barely inside of me. The meaning was clear: Confess or no more candy.
I took a deep breath and held her stare and didn’t close my eyes.
“Seven….teen. Seventeen, baby,” I said. Steve slammed me down on his cock and I was on the verge of either crying or cumming.
Guilt and humiliation tore through me.
“Yes, Ashley. Seventeen different guys had sex with me in one night on our second anniversary.” Something stirred inside me as I told her. “Seventeen, and more than half of them were complete strangers. I don’t even remember most of their names. I let seventeen guys gangbang the shit out of me, and I loved it!”
That stirring inside me. Holy shit, it was fucking pride! I wasn’t ashamed anymore, I was fucking proud of being a slut again! How the hell did he know I needed to tell her this tonight? I love Steve so much.
“It lasted over six hours, and I could barely walk for days afterwards. Seventeen guys and they fucked my pussy and my mouth and fucked me up my ass. They peed on me and called me filthy names and made me lick their assholes. I don’t even remember how many times they came in me or on my face. I fucking loved being slutty for all of them. They spanked me and spat on me and slapped my tits and my face and pulled my hair and I just kept cumming and cumming and begging for more.”
“Weren’t you scared?” she asked.
Steve kept fucking me, harder and harder.
“Very, some of them had HUGE cocks. But being scared made it more exciting. And you want to know the really fucked up part?” I asked. Telling her all this was sending me over the edge. I was on the threshold of a huge fucking orgasm. Every word and every thrust brought me closer and closer. “This was your daddy’s anniversary present to me! He asked me what I want and I told him I wanted the biggest gangbang of my life. And he set it up for me! Can you believe that?”
“Wow, that’s awesome, Mom! What did you give Daddy as a present?”
“Tell you later!” I said quickly. The train was coming into the station fast and I wanted her on board. I straightened up, slammed myself forcefully onto Steve’s cock and ground myself against him. I grabbed Ashley and pulled her to me, face to face, and shoved my tongue down her throat. As soon as I was in her mouth, I started to orgasm. I wrapped both my arms around her tight and kissed her forcefully and saw bright red spots behind my closed eyelids as I screamed into her mouth. My cunt gushed — again! — as the orgasm crested. I twisted my torso back and forth, rubbing electrified nipples across the skin of my daughters chest and over the silky locks of her hair caught between us. As soon as it began to pass, another one started, a smaller, more humane cum but strong enough that I clenched my fingers and scratched Ashley’s smooth and perfect back.
Steve kept fucking me, harder and harder.
I stopped kissing her so I could scream louder, and released one of my claws so I could finger her clit while I came and I pressed my forehead into her shoulder for support as I shuddered hard. Just as I was coming down from my orgasm, Ashley started hers. Her pussy was soaked — not as much as mine but still wet enough that my fingers made sloshing noises as I molested her. She threw her head back and and screamed, “Yes! Yes! Right there! Don’t stop, mommy, don’t– YES!”
Steve kept fucking me, harder and harder.
She grabbed my left tit squeezed hard, crushing it against me. I could see veins popping out on her forehead. She grabbed my hand to make me stop rubbing, she’d peaked and was hypersensitive. Still moaning and purring from pleasure, we heaved in each others arms while the scent of our juices filled my nostrils.
“Oh, and to answer your question,” I whispered, “I got him a Playstation.”
She laughed. I kissed her throat and then tossed her down on the bed beside her Daddy.
Then I got up off of Steve.
“No! I’m so close!” he screamed. He made a grab for my hips to slam me back down, but then thought better of it — I guess the scales had shifted. I considered taking revenge on him for teasing me so fiercely before, but decided I could save that for another night. I was dying to have his hot cum flooding my cunt, and didn’t feel like waiting.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I said and fell on my back next to him, spreading my legs wide, “I’m just changing positions so you can slam the shit out of me while you cum. After that, I think it’d be hot if Ashley ate your load right out of my pussy.”
“Fuck! Wild woman!” he said. And that’s all he said. He climbed between my thighs, grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulders. He looked over at Ashley to make sure she was watching and then pressed himself back into me. He wrapped his arms around me like I was a little teddy bear and thrust deeply into me, as hard as he could. I didn’t think I’d be able to have another orgasm but feeling him slam me against the mattress and the way his body pressed against mine lit me up, and soon I started buiding one up inside me again.
Ashley rubbed her pussy with slow lazy strokes, and I heard her softly saying, “Wow, fuck her daddy, fuck her real hard. That looks so hot!”
Steve was grunting, his forehead pressed against the side of my neck. I spread my legs wide to take him as deeply as I could. When that wasn’t enough I bent them back, resting my knees on his broad shoulders. We were both so sweaty that they kept slipping off until Steve grabbed the back of my thighs and pushed them against me, pinning them in place.
In this position, Steve was hitting my g-spot like a marksman, and suddenly we were in a race to see who’d get off first. My body was tensing up and I was a minute from peaking when he let go of my kneed, collapsed onto me and started giving me one magnificent, hard deep thrust after another. His grunts smoothed into one continuous sound of deep pleasure. I started to cum just a second after he slowed down, spent, releasing my legs and smothering me with kisses. I was too close to stop so I grabbed his ass and pulled him as deeply into my body as I could. I ground my hips against him, using his pubic bone to stimulate my clit. I climaxed while his cock softened inside of me, not as strongly as before but I don’t think I could have handled another one like that on top of all the other orgasms I’d had that day.
Steve rolled off of me and I raised my knees and curled my hips up a bit to keep as much of his semen from leaking out of me.
I sighed and let myself recover for a moment, then turned my head to Ashley, who had started rubbing her hands over my sweat-slicked torso. “Hey, baby, so, you want to try eating Daddy’s cum outta my pu–”
I guess she was hungry. And to think, a couple of hours earlier, she had to force herself to swallow his jizz. She hopped between my legs and I propped myself up on my elbows to see her as she started lapping away. I squeezed with my cunt muscles to force out as much as I could, but if she wanted to lick the bowl clean, she’d have to use her fingers. Her mouth was so nice and soft after the hard pounding I had just taken. She was like a cute little kitten lapping up spilt milk. Steve watched her with the same perverse thrill I did, stroking his soft cock.
“Here’s a few droplets more, baby,” he said, holding his cock out to her, and she stuck out her tongue to catch the fat droplet of juice sloooooowly oozing out, then very politely gave his dick a tongue bath, washing it clean. Steve was slack-jawed seeing how eagerly his little girl swallowed every drop she could.
Soon she was back at my pussy, digging her tiny tongue as deeply inside of me as she could, and then using her fingers to scoop out the rest. It felt heavenly, and if I had it in me to do so, I’d have cum again, it was so erotic. But I didn’t, my muscles were weak and my arms shook just trying to hold myself up. I realized I was thirsty as hell but I didn’t want to move until Ashley was finished.
So I flopped back down on my back, and just let myself enjoy the sensation. I wiped sweat out of my eyes and felt tingling all over my body. Heaven.
“Let me have a taste, little princess,” I heard Steve say, and watched as he started frenching Ashley. They swapped the remnants of his cum and my honey between them while Ashley slid her fingers inside me again to get whatever was left. She pulled them out and held them up to him. He took one finger into his mouth and sucked it clean, then guided the other to me. I opened my lips and tasted her tiny, slimy finger as it invaded my mouth.
Then Ashley climbed up my body straddling my stomach and stretching her wet pussy out over abdomen. She bent down and we kissed, and my tongue sought out any pocket of cum left in her mouth but there was nothing left but a sensual aftertaste. Oh well, it was a good kiss anyways.
When we were done, she laid down on the other side of Steve, resting her head on his chest.
“Is everyone as thirsty as I am?” I asked. I got grunts that meant ‘yes’, so I told them I’d be back with some water, and climbed off the bed and made my way on shaky, unsteady legs to the kitchen.
I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge (very bad for the environment, but perfect for occasions like this) and drank the entire thing right there, with the frigid air cooling down my body. I didn’t even have the energy to take it to the recycle bin, so I just tossed it in the sink and grabbed a few more to bring back.
By the time I walked back into the bedroom, Ashley was fast asleep, snoring softly and drooling a bit onto Steve’s chest. I handed him a bottle and he drank it nearly as fast as I drank mine. I opened another one and took a more reasonable sip and got into bed next to them. We kissed and looked into each others eyes and whispered “I love you” to each other. After resting for a few minutes, we started talking.
I told him all about the day, everything that led to him coming home to a changed world. We talked about how happy we were that Ashley was so excited to join in and learn, and how amazed we were that this was all actually happening. And then we got to the question that I know he was dying to ask.
“So, uh…” he said, “when do you think… Not that I’m trying to rush things or anything, I’m just curious, but uh, how long or …. when will she be ready for, uh…”
“How long before you get to fuck Ashley?”
He looked like a guilty dog, but a cute one. “Well, yeah.”
“Well, I figure we should probably wait about a year.”
I knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, but to his credit he did his best to hide his disappointment, he knew I knew best. But still, his face was crestfallen.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense,” he said bravely.
It did make sense. A year and she’d be ready — I meant it. Or at least, I meant it right then. I’ll save you the suspense: As it happens, we ended up waiting two weeks and two days, and it was only because of Steve’s patience that we even waited that long.