THE DOOR MADE NO sound as I opened it. Glancing behind me I checked to see if any nosy neighbor had seen me approach the house. Suburban neighborhoods like this were dangerous; too many eagle-eyed people around at this time of the afternoon. There was no one in sight. Windows remained empty.

Satisfied no one had seen me I slipped through the door and closed it quietly. Sounds of running water and the clank of pots and pans reached me with soft jazz in the background. I smelled the scent of laundry drying, a pleasing domestic scent. Slipping off my shoes, using the toes to pry the heels off, I prepared, pulling out short ropes, checking that the handcuffs were easily accessible.

The bare hardwood ash floor emitted no creaks as I tiptoed down the hall. To my left I saw a formal living room with soft lemon-yellow upholstered couches and armchairs arranged around an empty, clean fireplace, separated by a glossy cherry wood coffee table. At one end was a decorative arch leading to a dining room, the edge of a cherry wood dining table and chairs visible.

Her sneeze made me pause. When the sounds of washing continued I crept past the carpeted stairs leading up to a second floor, past a door to the powder room and approached the kitchen, noises growing louder.

Peeking in, I saw her. I became erect. She was perfect; a petite Californian blonde in a cream thigh-high silk dress that draped over a stunningly arousing ass, a perfect compact pear that I imagined was firm and resilient. From the back I could tell she'd be slender but couldn't discern if she was wearing a bra. She reached to put a frying pan in the drainer turning slightly in the process. I saw her apron, a white and powder-blue striped cotton thing. I saw the edge of her chest, the swell of a breast pressing against the dress, not too big, not too small, and my lust intensified. She was perfect; a sexy housewife, traditional, probably a tennis player with slender and shapely legs, toned calves. What would her thighs be like?

My erection strained. Need, desire, and excitement thrummed through me. A radio played jazz softly on the tile counter. One of her feet, in toeless sandals, tapped to the music.

In socks I tiptoed over the cool white kitchen tile floor and past a white lacquered kitchen table. The aroma of laundry was stronger in the kitchen, attractively domestic. She hadn't heard me. She was staring out at the well manicured back yard. I noticed a black chain-link-fenced-in tennis court behind a crystal clear kidney-shaped turquoise swimming pool. Nice.

Taking a deep breath I turned my attention back to her; a lovely little piece. Approaching from behind I admired the succulent shape of her compact ass, how it flared out seductively hinting at slender, firm buttocks. My desire grew.

I'd need to move quickly. My heart was racing. I took a silent, deep breath. NOW!

Slipping both arms around her in a sudden, smooth motion I locked her arms against her body, holding her around her slender waist with one arm, my other hand clamping over her mouth. I pulled her back against me lifting her slightly. She stilled for a micro-second as her mind processed what had just happened. Her scream into my palm tickled me. Suddenly she started writhing, wrestling to get free. Her heel thrashed back at me. I could hear her screams through my hand. For a moment I let her struggle, enjoying how her sensual butt rubbed against my erection. Her ass felt firm, sexy, and compact. She wanted me. She could feel my excitement, my desire for her. She was going to be a great fuck especially with so much feistiness in her; a little tigress.

Lifting her off her feet, something that was surprisingly easy to do - it felt like she weighed just over a hundred pounds - I carried the struggling housewife effortlessly. She was small in my arms, five-three perhaps; a full foot shorter than me.

The heel of her flat shoe caught my shin. I grunted in pain and stumbled slightly.

"Stop!" I ordered in a harsh whisper into her ear. Her scent filled my nose, light, floral, fresh and arousing. "I have a knife and I will not hesitate to use it."

She stilled.

"Do exactly what I say and you won't be hurt. Understand?" I asked.

She nodded, her body shaking.

At the top of the stairs I glanced into the first door; the Master bedroom. Entering, kicking the door partially shut behind me, I carried her to the queen-sized bed. The room was bright, white walls, a deep-pile lemon-yellow wall-to-wall carpet. The bay window had a seating area covered in flower-print cushions. I could picture her sitting in that window, knees up with a book on her lap, glancing out over her well tended garden.

Moving around an armchair I reached the bed, collapsing forward. She grunted as I fell on top of her. Lifting slightly I moved her body into the center of the bed, her head towards the top of the metal header.

"One word, one sound and I'll scar you with my knife. Do you understand?" I whispered harshly into her ear. She smelled of lemons and laundry detergent; nice.

When she nodded I removed my hand. Her breath rasped. With my large body on her holding her to the bed, I reached behind and grabbed the first set of handcuffs. They ratcheted closed over her slender wrist. She whimpered quietly. Another tug and her hand was now locked to the left side of the white-painted bed frame. A second secured her other hand to the right with snick.

"Please," she said.

"Quiet!" I growled.

A minute later I had her ankles tied to the lower bed posts. She was spread-eagled, face down with her head turned away from me. I admired the way her sexy ass mounded her dress and for the first time noticed she was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose. I loved pantyhose on women. Very exciting. Drawing my knife out I wondered what she'd look like under those classy clothes. Sexy I bet. A lovely little fuck.

She shuddered when I caressed a warm calf, slipping my hand up the inside, up over her knee and up even further. Excitement mounted, my hand reaching the hem of her dress. Gently, teasingly, I felt underneath. She had sexy thighs beautifully shaped by a regimen of exercise. I loved how she trembled, her excitement at my loving touch.

My erection strained, taut in my pants, needing to be free, to straighten. It ached painfully when my probing hand found the top of her pantyhose-covered thigh. She moved; a twitch. My hand cupped her crotch, beautiful and sexy, full and very warm. She wanted me! Unwrapping her was going to be so exciting. I wondered what she'd taste like. Leaning over her, I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered to her just as my hand rose to fondle her firm, compact, and sexy pantyhose-covered ass under her dress.

"Soon, baby, soon. You'll experience heaven soon."

She moaned and turned her face into the pillow. I knew she was excited. So was I.

"Mom, I'm home!"

Shit!

I heard footsteps on the stairs.

"MOM? I'm home!"

"Damn and blast!" I muttered in frustration. Reaching up I quickly removed the handcuffs.

"I'll be out in a minute, Honey," my wife called out, her sexy body shaking as she laughed quietly at my cussing.

"Why didn't you tell me she'd be home so early?" I whispered, finally releasing Gina's ankles, my erection wilting slightly.

GINA GIGGLED TO HERSELF. Damn. Now her panties were uncomfortably damp, and Ken had been doing such a good job. She rolled over and studied her husband feeling a familiar flush of warmth. Sandy hair, firm jaw, and eyes to die for, light sky-blue. His smile made her heart do strange things even after fifteen years of marriage.

She giggled again at the yearning in his expression. Ken was horny. God she loved seeing him horny. He emitted these waves of desire that she felt physically and emotionally, thrilled she could still turn her husband on. His pants showed his desire, too. A shudder shook her. She knew how good he was, how he could almost make her pee when she'd climax, the intensity sometimes too much to take. Her nipples puckered. Her bra suddenly felt rough.

"Tonight, Honey," she said, standing and straightening her dress, removing the apron. She moved to Ken, stood on tiptoes, hands slipping around him to pull him to her and kissed his sexy mouth gently. "Definitely tonight, Stud," she whispered. "Take a cold shower."

"MOM!"

"Coming," Gina yelled, grinning and giving Ken's bulky crotch a gentle squeeze. His groan followed her out the bedroom door.

Gina heard the powder room toilet flush, Lucy wandering into the kitchen. She admired her thirteen-year-old daughter with motherly pride. Not yet five feet tall after a sudden growth spurt, she was going to be small of stature. She loved Lucy's deep blue eyes, so full of personality, and her pretty face framed by straight blonde hair cut short but long enough for a small pony tail. Most of the time, like now, it fell in a curtain to just over her slender shoulders. The brightness of her daughter's smile made Gina smile. Youthful, innocent and carefree, Lucy's smile lit up a room.

"You're home early," Gina said, turning to find some tea and the teapot.

"I got a ride. What's for dinner?"

"It's early. If you're hungry get a snack."

"Kay. What's for dinner?"

Gina smiled. Lucy was a waif and she could pack away food better than a line backer. "We're going to try our hand at stuffed pork chops."

Lucy inspected a cupboard, reached in and pulled out a granola bar, checked it carefully, nodded and reached in again removing two more. "Stuffed with what?" she asked.

"Prosciutto, garlic butter and Asiago."

"Kay. Sounds yummy."

Gina smiled, turning on the kettle for tea. Lucy happily munched on a granola bar, hip leaning against the counter, wearing her short beige tartan school skirt, knee high socks, and her school shirt unbuttoned too far. "Go change, Lucy. And, while you're upstairs, tell your father I'm making tea."

"Dad's home? So early? How come?" Lucy waited for a response then grinned. "You two weren't, you know . . . when I got home. Were you?"

Gina turned to spoon tea leaves into the pot, flushing slightly. "Just let him know, okay?"

Lucy's grin broadened. "Kay."

Climbing the stairs Lucy wondered if Mom and Dad were really getting it on. It made her grin. Finding the master bedroom door ajar she pushed it slightly, opening her mouth to talk, and paused. Dad had his back to her. His hair was damp from a shower and he was completely naked. She ogled his tush, tight and firm from running marathons. Watching it, she was fascinated how his buttocks moved as he bent searching through the dresser drawer for underwear and finally pulling out royal blue boxers.

Intending to watch him put them on, she was distracted by a glint on the bed. Her breath inhaled sharply. There were two pairs of chrome handcuffs on the bed! Handcuffs! What were they for?

Dad turned at her gasp. Sky-blue eyes looked at her. He smiled with pleasure. "Hey, Lucy."

"Hi, Dad. Uh, Mom said she was making tea if you want some."

"Okay. How was school?"

He turned away and grabbed a pair of jeans, slipping them on.

"Fine. I'm gonna change."

I WATCHED MY DAUGHTER disappear in a sudden flurry of movement, finished dressing and headed down, groping my wife's perfectly sexy ass when I entered the kitchen. Gina smiled and leaned into me, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss me.

"Mmm. You smell good," she declared with a smile. "Tea?"

"Sure. How come Lucy's home so early?" I asked, given our plans had been rudely interrupted.

"She got a ride from Nancy's mother."

"Damn. This was my one early day off, too. What's for dinner?"

GINA GRINNED. LIKE FATHER, like daughter. They were voracious twins.

Friday was Gina's favorite day of the week. Work and chores were behind her, Ken was home and relaxed. Ahead was the promise of a carefree two days to relax as a family, either do stuff or not. But, as had become a tradition, Friday nights were when the family cooked together, a tradition that reinforced family bonds.

Ken started talking about work as he settled at the kitchen table and paused when Lucy entered. She'd pulled her ash blonde hair back in a ponytail and, with a powder-blue tank top and light-gray hip-hugging, loose sweat pants, the waist rolled down twice, and feet bare, she looked wonderful. Her smile only added to her prettiness, Gina decided.

She absolutely loved how Ken's eyes lit up. Sipping her tea she watched. Ken smiled broadly, full of love and pride, Lucy reacting with a returned sweet smile of pleasure, bending and kissing his cheek. Gina waited, sipping tea. Ah, there it was.

Lucy screeched at her father's soft pinch of her bum, dancing away and rubbing her behind. The give-away was the grin on Lucy's face. Ken was an inveterate groper. Gina smiled. The beginning of the weekend was officially started. Ken was going to grope and misbehave himself throughout dinner preparation. Yeah, life was good.

STEEL HANDCUFFS JANGLED AGAINST the metal headboard, a series of vertical white-painted rods bent in decorative s-shapes. The soft glow of our bedside lamp made the white silk sheets glow, refracting light. Silk-covered pillows had tumbled to the sides and fallen to the carpeted floor with the white blanket. My erection waved and bobbed in the air as I moved to the foot of the bed. Our daughter had gone to bed. I was horny.

"You're sure?" I asked again.

Gina lazily waved a bare foot at me, her face still turned away to face the window, long blond hair pulled into a thick ponytail. "Uh-huh. Don't forget the blindfold. You forgot it this afternoon."

Taking a length of padded cord, I grabbed her foot, and tied it around her slender ankle, securing it to the bottom bedpost. I repeated it for the other. Concentrating on her bare foot I brushed the sole lightly with fingertips. She squirmed on the bed, her foot jerking. Smiling, I moved up and kissed her cheek gently before slipping the blindfold - really a sleeping mask - over her head.

"Okay?" I asked quietly.

"Uh-huh," she replied.

Air felt cool on my straining erection, precum evaporating slightly. It surprised me. I'd never done anything like this; never suspected bondage could be so arousing. It was stirring something inside me I never knew I had. Bondage had never played a part in our fantasies and if it wasn't for her insistence, it never would have. Then again, it was Gina's choice; her fantasy.

The anticipation was achingly stressful, too. Standing up I inhaled deeply and stared at her. My erection strained, crown swelling, precum oozing. Gina was so sexy, her immobility suddenly intensely arousing. I loved the way she was dressed, still wearing a bra and white panties under her tan pantyhose. She'd shucked the dress deciding to save it for another time.

"Are you really sure?" I asked yet again in a hushed tone of voice, still not quite believing she wanted to feel so helpless.

Ash-blonde hair nodded, her face still turned away from me. My heart thumped hard in my chest. Gina was so desirable, spread-eagled on our bed, wrists and ankles secured to the bed. Helplessness only added to her appeal. Her slender back dipped down to a magnificent ass, rising and curving in sensuous lines, succulent firm buttocks held in nylon merging seamlessly with toned thighs, legs tapering to dainty ankles.

Moving around to the bottom of the bed I inhaled sharply at the sight of her thighs spread and, nestled at their apex, her sexy, sexy pussy pressing against panties, nylon pressed tight to her body. My erection ached. Damn I was horny.

Walking to the other side I studied her face, composed, a small smile curling her beautiful lips. Bending, I kissed her gently. "Very sexy," I murmured.

"So you like it?" she asked softly.

"Yes. Very different." I reached out and caressed her soft hair. I'd never have believed my wife could be this adventurous. Smiling, heart thumping, I bent and kissed her soft cheek again, inhaling her perfume, letting my hand caress her back and feel the strap of her bra. I found the clasp and unhooked it, straps snapping to the sides. Still close, face-to-face, I slipped my hand under her to cup and fondle her small breast, a perfect handful, finding a rigid nipple and teasing it.

Gina inhaled sharply. "Pinch it, Honey," she murmured.

I gently squeezed her stiff nipple watching a shudder course through her, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled sharply. Kissing her soft cheek again, I moved my hand away, caressing her back, feeling every knot of her spine as my hand moved south, sensing the fine body hair at the base then, with a feather-light touch, I caressed her perfect buttocks letting my fingertips slide between them to trace her valley down teasingly, lightly.

Gina trembled. Her sensuous mouth curled into a smile. "I'm really wet," she said softly, her buttocks flexing.

"Good," I said with a smile. "So you're ready?"

"Get moving, buster."

Gina shivered when I played the blunt edge of the knife down her back. "I'm going to cut your clothes off," I said in a low, dark voice, reverting to my role. "You're going to be quiet or I'll go visit your daughter in her room. Understand?" I asked.

Gina nodded.

Turning the blade, I lifted the edge of her pantyhose and slipped the knife under, slicing through it easily. "You've got a sexy ass," I whispered. "I'm going to love fingering it." I saw her buttocks clench.

"No, please, not there," Gina moaned. "That's dirty."

"Be quiet and behave, and maybe I won't," I said with a grin. Dropping her shredded pantyhose to the floor I turned my attention to her marvelously sexy rear, soft satiny white panties hugging gorgeous buttocks. Bending to look between her spread thighs, my erection ached at the sight of a damp spot in her crotch. Gina was very horny! So was I, surprisingly. I was tempted to skip the role-play and take her, seek the release that was driving me nuts.

I didn't. This was her night.

"My-oh-my," I said softly. "It seems you like being tied up." Reaching down I slipped fingertips along her pantied cleft and across the sexy moist spot, pressing it and teasing her. She moaned and pressed her pussy to the bed, buttocks clenching, unable to close her legs to squeeze her pussy or find stimulation.

The bed dipped when I climbed on and knelt between her spread thighs, bending to kiss her naked back. "Lovely," I whispered. "You're gonna be a great fuck, lady."

Gina moaned and, when the cold steel of my blade touched her side, she shuddered. Slipping the blade under her panties I cut one side, elastic snapping back, part of one sexy buttock revealed.

Shuffling down, I pressed my lips to her magnificent tear-drop-shaped buttock. It was cool and firm. The first hint of her arousal reached my nose, musky and sexy, familiar and arousing. Tugging the panty slightly I looked inside at her crotch, sucking in a deep breath at the sight of her sexy, sexy pussy. A light, well-trimmed covering of curly blonde pubic hair accentuated her labia. There was a glisten of moisture and below, her clit red and inflamed. My erection arched up. Precum oozed. "Lovely," I whispered.

Cutting the opposite side, I removed her panties. Gina, face down and spread-eagle on our bed, naked, completely vulnerable and unable to move, was an amazingly arousing sight. This sense of power was thrilling. I could do anything to her and she couldn't stop me. It was a dangerous feeling. Man, the trust she must have in me, I thought.

Leaning up over her, bringing my face close to hers, I whispered, "You're all mine now. I'm going to do anything I want to you." Reaching down between her legs to lightly, teasingly, fondle her pussy I added, "And you'll let me or I'll go visit that sweet little girl of yours. Understand?"

Gina moaned and nodded. She moaned again when I played with her moist cleft, the tip of my finger slipping between her labia.

Drawing my fingers up, I touched her anus and pressed gently. "I love asses," I whispered. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass? Has your husband ever taken you up your sweet rear? Have you felt a cock stretch your behind?"

She shook her head and groaned deeply when my fingertip slipped into her rear, her buttocks clenching and flexing. "Please don't," she moaned. "Not there."

I pressed my finger. Her rear yielded, my finger sliding in deep, another finger rubbing and teasing her hard clit before sliding up and probing the entrance to her moist vagina. She snorted and jerked.

"Jesus, Ken," she moaned. "Will you hurry up?"

"Nope," I said with a grin, gently fucking her ass and pussy with my fingers. Gina was about as turned on as I'd ever seen her. Her pussy was slick with moisture.

"Please," she begged.

Damn I was horny! "I haven't finished with the role-play," I said.

"Forget the damn role-play. I'm dying here."

Withdrawing my fingers, I caressed her pussy and moved to kneel between her legs. Gina was wet and glistening. My heart raced. I couldn't remember her being this horny. Bending, I pulled a pillow off the floor. "Lift," I instructed, sliding it under her pelvis. Her sexy, sexy ass mounded high, buttocks spreading, anus winking at me, so arousing. Bending down, my erection throbbing painfully, I kissed each cool buttock, caressing her thighs and the sides of her ass. She groaned deeply when my mouth settled on her pussy, her buttocks clenching. I tasted her arousal, heady and musky and erotic. She was so wet. I found that intensely exciting. Probing with my tongue, holding her buttocks spread, Gina gasped and twitched. She moaned and desperately tried to clench her buttocks closed when I kissed her anus before moving up, caressing her body lightly.

As I moved, kissing my way up her spine, my hands slipped under her chest. Gina moaned and lifted. I held two lovely full breasts. The tip of my erection touched her pussy and pulsed, arousal storming into me.

"Goddammit, Ken. I swear . . ." Gina moaned, trying to force me to penetrate her by arching her ass back at me. My erection slipped up and along her butt crack, greased by her arousal and precum. She groaned, her hands suddenly tugging at the handcuffs making them rattle loudly. "If you don't fuck me now, I'll never let you have sex again," she growled in frustration. "I swear it."

I grinned and slipped my cock back, letting it slide through her butt crack, over her anus and nestle to her slippery, slippery pussy. Cocking my hips, I pressed, Gina's cleft yielding smoothly, hot and sensual and moist.

Thrusting forward gently and, with a moan of my own, I slid into my wife's pussy in one intensely arousing stroke, deep, warm, silken heat clasping my erection. Gina trembled and gasped, clenching her buttocks.

"Fuck," she gasped. "Squeeze my nipples," she instructed.

Still fondling her breasts, I withdrew and thrust, her sexy ass pressed to my groin, my erection buried deep inside her moist, velvety pussy. I tweaked her stiff nipples amazed at her forcefulness.

"Again, faster," she urged, actually trembling under me. I'd never seen Gina so desperate and as my own need hit I pulled my hands out from under her chest and held her shoulders from under her arms letting my full weight down on her. I began to thrust, fucking her with long hard wonderful strokes, her buttocks shaking with each stroke, my groin slapping into her.

Gina moaned and pushed back at me. I fucked her harder, thrusting deep, smacking into her ass, hunching and fucking. The bed frame started squeaking rhythmically with each solid thrust, handcuffs rattled. Time departed. My world narrowed. All I felt was my erection penetrating heaven, in, out, in, held by a beautiful silken grip, fucking my wife, fucking my wife.

Too soon my orgasm threatened, cock swelling, fucking her hard, deep, so sexy. Heaviness arrived in my groin, tenseness in my muscles, groin pressing to her sweet ass. "Jesus. I'm gonna cum," I groaned. "Where do you want it?" I asked, thrusting, so close.

"In my ass. Cum in my ass," she gasped, writhing underneath me, urgent, intensely aroused.

Pulling out, I grabbed my slippery shaft and pressed the tip to her rectum, need punishing me. Her ass yielded. She groaned loudly, relaxed, and I slid deep into her buttery rear, my groin slapping against firm sexy buttocks. Lying over her, her incredible ass pressed to me, I managed to reach around and under her hips to find her pussy, rub her clit, withdraw and fuck back in to her tight butt. I thrust twice more, tickling her slippery clitoris with my fingers, erection now straining, arousal a heavy weight inside me. Gina exploded, climaxing, jerking under me and crying out her pleasure, "Oh my God!"

I came, erection swelling. Semen exploded, "Jesus fuck," I gasped. Thrusting hard I exploded, spurting cum deep into Gina's rear, humping and cumming as she writhed under me, thrusting and spurting, the bliss of release crashing through me. I came hard, spurting desperately, cumming beautifully until it ended suddenly, too soon, drained. I melted, collapsing onto her trembling body, my hand still holding her pussy from underneath, my cock throbbing weakly, panting, peaceful satisfaction flowing through me relaxing every muscle.

Eventually we stirred. My erection faded and I withdrew it from her tight butt. My body felt like lead, drained. I removed the restraints, collected pillows and sheets and blankets and crawled into bed, spooning Gina and covering us.

"Lights," she murmured.

Damn. I reached out and fumbled. Darkness descended.

"Last night was incredible," Gina said as we sipped tea late Saturday afternoon. Lucy had gone to visit a friend and wouldn't be back until dinner.

I didn't understand how being tied up was incredible. It actually scared me. Not being in control of myself was one of my fears. "Are you just saying it, Gina? I mean, is it really that different?"

Gina smiled. "There's a completely different erotic experience when you feel helpless. It's, I don't know, exciting and scary and, not being able to move or see, every touch is magnified." Gina's eyes twinkled. "You should try it."

"I don't think so," I immediately responded.

"Why? Don't you trust me?" she asked with a sneaky grin, her intense blue eyes filled with mischief.

I grinned back at her. "Not for one second, Gina. Not one second."

"You don't know what you're missing," she replied with a sweet smile.

LUCY SAT ON THE NORTHRIDGE bus as it made its way up Reseda Boulevard and over the Ronald Reagan Freeway, her mind not on the passing residential neighborhood, nor the passing shopping centers or strip malls. The diesel bus was noisy and hot. Open windows provided no respite from the heat. She hugged her heavy backpack laden with text books, her mind not on them either.

For almost a month now she'd been preoccupied. She was still so affected, in strange ways, too. She hadn't meant to spy on Mom and Dad. It just happened, their bedroom door ajar as she passed early one Saturday morning.

At first glance she didn't understand what she was seeing. Mom was kneeling astride Dad in the bed, not moving. Then, when she saw Mom tremble slightly, it registered, she was naked and so was Dad; they were making love! Lucy knew all about sex and fucking. She'd seen it on the Internet. She was no dummy. But what held her standing silently in the hall was how Mom and Dad were almost not moving, Mom's knees to the side of Dad's hips.

Lucy could see no more than Mom's bum and her side, her breast, and Dad under her. But there was something so sensual about it. Absorbed with the sight, Lucy saw Mom was moving very, very slightly, her rear almost but not quite still; not up and down, but forward and backwards, not really a movement either, more like a tilting of her hips, followed by a rotation as if settling down, getting comfortable.

Dad was staring at Mom with this heated look in his sky-blue eyes, his hands caressing Mom's thighs. It was intensely sensual, very loving and personal. And then Mom shivered slightly and leaned forward. Lucy watched as Dad kissed Mom's breast gently, his hand caressing her bum before Mom sat upright again, sighing and moaning very quietly. Her body shivered again, hips moving minutely back and forth, almost stationary. Mom's hands reached for Dad's, fingers intertwining, Mom moving almost imperceptibly on top.

And as Lucy began to feel a physical response to the sensual, arousing sight, heaviness growing in her groin, her nipples tingling, she heard Mom.

"I'm there. Cumming, Honey," she'd whispered, her whole body shivering.

Lucy saw Dad's body strain, legs twitch. She watched Mom hold her stomach. "I feel you," she whispered tremulously and, absorbed by the sight, Lucy saw Dad's eyes narrow.

"I feel you, too," he whispered, reaching up and drawing Mom down, his body twitching as he wrapped his arms around her. When Mom lay on Dad, Lucy had seen Dad's erection buried in Mom and actually seen it pulsing and swelling, Mom's body shaking slightly.

Lucy had stood in the hall watching the two people she loved the most experience an incredibly soft and loving climax so unlike anything she'd seen or read about, so much more intense. The love between them had been palpable. And since that sight Lucy hadn't been able to get it out of her mind.

Sitting in the bus she was unaware of friends waving goodbye as they stepped off. Since witnessing what she thought was the purest lovemaking she could ever imagine Lucy had become hyper-aware of how Dad behaved. She noticed how he fondled and touched Mom, how he pinched her bum gently, caressed her shoulder, nuzzled her neck from behind when she was cooking or washing. She noticed how Dad rest his hand on her shoulder or leg when sitting as if he needed to have physical contact with Mom. And she noticed how Mom reacted, caressing his hand absentmindedly, laughing at his groping, and clearly loving his small attentions.

Lucy noticed it all. And after seeing them through new eyes, now Dad's hugs and how he'd mischievously pinch her own bum or kiss her cheek felt different, more loving. She became aware of the scent of Dad, earthy and woodsy, very masculine. She became aware of how good it felt to be lost in his hug, held by Dad. She could understand what Mom felt and wisps of jealousy made her yearn.

She'd researched on the internet and hadn't found anything like what she'd seen, everything appearing like crass impersonal sex.

But more than that, in her mind she now kept seeing Dad kissing Mom's breasts so gently, so lovingly, Mom shivering with pleasure, gentle touches, loving touches, their sensual climax, and every time the images came back to her Lucy reacted, stronger and stronger, nipples puckering, arousal tickling her, panties damp. The way they'd loved each other had begun to intrude on her dreams, too. In her dreams she actually saw herself in Mom's place and would wake up wet and aching and horny. More and more as the month had progressed Lucy wanted and longed for that experience.

Lucy wondered what she should do. With a sigh, she decided to talk to Mom. She could talk to her about pretty much anything without being judged.

Gina thought Monday was another oppressively hot and sunny day for Southern California. Turning into their driveway she hit the remote. The double garage door started rising and, with a dab of brakes, she slipped the Lexus into her spot, cutting the engine. Would Lucy be home?

The garage door closed. Arms full of brown paper shopping bags, Gina jiggled her key ring, found the right key, opened the door and dumped the groceries on the kitchen table.

"You home, Lucy?" she called out.

"In the family room, Mom!"

Unpacking groceries, Gina put them away, turned the kettle on for tea and mentally began planning dinner. Eventually, with a mug of steaming Darjeeling tea, she headed to the family room.

Lucy, in her typical afterschool clothes of powder-blue ribbed-cotton tank top and soft gray sweat pants rolled down at the waist to expose her flat stomach, was slouching on the sofa with one knee over the arm, watching television, her bare foot bouncing gently in the air.

Letting out a loud sigh at being able to finally sit down, Gina settled into an armchair and sipped tea. "How was your day, Honey?" she asked.

"Okay." There was a momentary pause. "Can I ask you something, Mom?"

"Sure. What's up?"

Lucy glanced over at her. "It's about sex."

Gina smiled. This was a first. Until now it had been her instigating discussions with Lucy. Now Lucy was asking? How interesting. "Okay. The subject is sex. What do you want to know?"

"Have you ever been unfaithful to Dad?"

That question surprised Gina. Where had it come from? And why was Lucy asking? "No."

"Has Dad been unfaithful to you?" Lucy asked, her foot still bouncing, her eyes turned back to the television.

"Not that I'm aware of," Gina answered calmly.

"How can you be sure?"

What was Lucy getting at? "Because I trust him, Honey. Besides, affairs happen when two people are no longer satisfied with each other."

"Sexually satisfied?"

"Yes. Sometimes emotionally, too."

"So that means you and Dad are sexually satisfied? Still? Even after fifteen years?"

A flashback to being blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed flitted through Gina's mind. She smiled. "Absolutely."

"Don't you ever get bored?" Lucy probed.

Gina chuckled. "Not so far." She felt a slight flush in her face. Bored was not one of their sexual problems.

"Have you slept with other guys, Mom? Like before Dad?"

"Yes, a few."

"Were any of them better in bed?" Lucy asked.

"Lucy, what's up? Why the inquisition? Not that I mind answering, but is there something specific you want to know?" Gina asked.

Lucy glanced over. "Is Dad a good lover?"

"Yes," Gina answered, a bit dreamily. Shaking herself she continued, "Your father is a very good lover."

"What makes a good lover?"

"Hmm, well it has to do with trust and love and consideration, I think."

"How so?" Lucy probed.

"Well, good lovers are the ones that care more about your experience than their own. They're givers. Your father is one of those types."

"I don't quite follow. How?"

"In a sexual relationship there are givers and takers. Some people are takers, they want to experience pleasure and don't really pay attention to their partner's pleasure, or don't know how to. Others, like your father, are givers. The act of giving pleasure to their partner is reward enough. If they don't, um . . . get off - experience an orgasm - it's okay with them. See?"

Lucy sat up and crossed her legs, turning slightly to face her mother. "Was your first time good?" she asked.

"Aah. So that's what this is about? Are you thinking of having sex with someone?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know. Was your first time good? I mean, did you like it? Was it what you expected?"

Gina thought back, Mark Silverman and the old Camaro, the desperate fumbling, aching, excitement, aroused yet scared, she was really going to do it! They were going to have sex! She was fourteen and knew everything and, in hindsight, nothing.

Gina smiled softly at the memory, Mark fumbling to put on a condom, panting and excited whispering words of undying love; her, scared and apprehensive. She remembered the sharp pain of penetration, at first exciting, becoming unpleasant, uncomfortable and not arousing in the slightest. She remembered shoving and thrusting, a one-sided rutting that was over before she could blink. Looking back it seemed so seedy and desperate. The memory was strong; Mark grunting and shuddering before she'd recovered from his penetration or felt the slightest bit of pleasure, not one kiss exchanged during the short act. That was it. She'd had sex, lost her virginity, and it had been an utter disappointment. Even worse was how Mark suddenly drove her home and, having got his jollies, ignored her at school the next day as if he was embarrassed.

Gina looked at Lucy, so young, blossoming spectacularly with pubescence, hormones running rampant. She was such a pretty girl.

"My first time was not what I expected or dreamed about, Lucy. It could have been better."

"How come?"

"I was too young. I thought I was in love but wasn't. I was just naïve."

"If you could have done it differently, what would you have done?" Lucy asked.

Gina considered her question. It was a valid one. Every girl dreamed about the perfect first time, romantic, sexual, erotic, loving, and exciting and, ultimately, a taste of bliss. "I would have waited for someone like your father, I think." Gina looked at Lucy, actually studied her. Lucy was paying close attention. Where were all the questions really coming from? "Are you seriously considering having sex, Honey?"

"I . . . um, maybe. I've been thinking about it a lot recently."

Gina felt a spark of concern. Lucy was only thirteen. Yet if she forbade it, it might push Lucy the wrong way. The vision of Mark was strong. She didn't want Lucy's first time to be like that. What should she say?

"Sweetheart, I'm not telling you not to have sex. I am telling you make sure you're protected. An STD or pregnancy can ruin your life at your age. I think you should wait until you're older. I'm also telling you not to give into peer pressure. Sex with someone you love is ten thousand times better than sex with someone you like." Gina took a breath and continued. "Should I be getting you birth control pills?"

"I don't know." There was a pause. "Mom, what if sex with someone you love isn't possible? What then?"

"Lucy, if two people love each other, sex is always possible, at the right time."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is, Sweetheart," Gina replied.

"Wanna bet?" Lucy asked, eyes intent, serious.

"Okay. When isn't it possible?" Gina asked, withholding her smile.

"What happens if the two people who love each other are brother and sister?"

"Oh. Well, that's true, although I've heard of incestuous relationships. They've happened all through history. Literature is replete with stories of such relationships. I suppose if both were consenting . . ."

Lucy interrupted, "Then, what about if the two people are father and daughter or mother and son?"

"I'm not aware of . . ." Gina paused. "You aren't just talking, are you, Honey?" she asked carefully, studying Lucy's face intently. She saw seriousness in Lucy's intense blue eyes. There was no trace of embarrassment or a blush or shyness.

"Don't say anything, Mom. Don't decide anything. Don't say no. Just listen, okay?"

Gina nodded slowly taking a sip of tea, eyes locked on her daughter.

"I want to learn about sex, not just read about it but experience it. I saw you and Dad once, by accident, and . . ."

Lucy told Mom about what she'd seen, how it had affected her. She talked about not finding anything like it on the Internet and how that's what she wanted, just like that, something beautiful and perfect and loving.

"You said my first time should be with someone I love. And you said it should be with a good lover. Dad's both. I love him and you said he was a good lover, too. Right? And at least with Dad I don't have to worry about it being spread all over school or worry about diseases. Don't you see? It's perfect, Mom," Lucy finished.

Gina saw the commitment and belief in Lucy's expression. She saw desire and enthusiasm. And yet . . .

"Sweetheart, I think you should put it out of your mind. It's wrong. You know it's wrong," Gina advised, softly with a gentle, understanding smile.

"But Mom . . ."

She interrupted Lucy. "First of all, Honey, there are two people that have to agree. Do you really think your father would agree? Second, there are a lot of ways of making love that are different from what you saw."

"You mean like the handcuffs I saw on your bed?" Lucy asked.

Gina cleared her throat and felt a blush emerge. "Um, well, something like that, yes."

"Okay. But Mom, will you think about it? Don't decide now, just think about it. Please?"

Gina sighed, deciding she'd need to get Lucy on the pill pretty damned soon. Even if her dream of sex with her father was outrageous, she might be tempted to try with some boy. Lucy could be as stubborn as a mule with some things. Life was not always smooth sailing, Gina decided, and this was one of those times.

"Want some more wine?" Gina asked Ken.

"Sure. Thanks."

She took Ken's empty glass along with her own and rose. At the doorway she turned and looked back at him. The way he had his arm around Lucy, holding her close, so loving, and Lucy's face full of pure enjoyment as she cuddled with her father, made Gina feel warm, a flush of love for Ken pouring through her. He was a perfect father, she thought.

Then, unbidden, she had a vision of him holding Lucy, lying on their bed, both of them naked as he kissed his daughter gently, leaning over her slightly, his hand cupping her petite adolescent breast, her daughter staring into his eyes with utter adoration. The wine glasses slipped from her hand and shattered, startling everyone.

"Mom?"

"Honey? Is everything okay?" Ken asked.

"Damn! Damn! Sorry, guys. Don't get up. You'll cut your feet. I'll clean it up." Gina left to get a floor brush and dustpan still shaking inside. That image had been so powerful. It had made Ken appear so sexy and loving! Why? It had also turned her on like nothing before.

After she grabbed the brush she paused and leaned against the cupboard door, reaching up to cup her breast, squeezing gently, her nipple aching, breasts feeling abnormally heavy, full, yearning. Eyes closing she moaned silently, the image stark and clear. Jeezus, what a shock! But it was a stunningly powerful vision.

Cleaning up the broken glass and fetching new glasses of wine, Gina was completely preoccupied. The vision had her aroused, still. She could even picture herself in bed caressing Lucy, helping, teaching, guiding.

"Here you go, Honey," Gina said, handing Ken a glass as she settled next to him.

"Thanks."

Three hours later, Gina slipped off Ken and collapsed to his side, sated, perspiring, the ache inside pleasantly eased, her nipples soft and flushed. A comfortable, peaceful silence followed while she caught her breath and enjoyed the post-coital euphoria she always felt after sex with Ken.

"Have you ever thought about incest?" Gina eventually asked, her hand combing through Ken's soft chest hair, damp from perspiration. Warm cum leaked over her thigh, her pussy still very moist and her muscles soft and melting. She'd attacked Ken when they'd gone to bed, devouring him, horny as hell from the vision of her husband with their daughter. Even now after her orgasm it excited her.

I TOOK A DEEP RELAXING breath. My body felt good. Beautiful peace from a great orgasm still flowed through me and Gina, remarkably aggressive tonight, felt good pressed to my side. A breeze from the window dried the sweat on my forehead cooling me. Thinking about what she'd asked I pictured my sister, her laughing face, strong smile, all curves, lush and three years older than me. "No," I answered. Nothing about Francine appealed to me sexually. "Francine was never my type, I guess."

"How about your mother? Don't all boys fantasize about their mothers?" Gina asked.

"No. Although she was the first real naked female I ever saw. I walked into the bathroom to ask her something and she was in the bathtub. It didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. But fantasize? No. I was amazed at the three-dimensional curves of the female body. It was something pictures could never communicate well. I did masturbate, too. But it was to impersonal images, you know? Not like it was my mother I wanted to be with." I hugged Gina tighter. "How about you? Did you fantasize about your dad?"

"Yeah. He was my first love. I think every father is a daughter's first love. I only saw Dad naked once, but he was an integral part of my budding sexuality . . . until Brad Pitt caught my attention."

I chuckled. "Brad Pitt, eh?"

"Yup. So I guess incest turns you off."

"Not really. I'm sort of neutral. It just doesn't do anything for me."

GINA SMILED AND KISSED Ken's chest. "I'm sleepy. You were really great tonight, Honey," she murmured. "G'night. Love you." Rolling away she reached behind and grabbed his hand tugging him. She sighed with pleasure when he rolled and spooned her. Sleep came, along with an image of Ken holding his naked little girl lovingly, kissing her as he gently cupped her sweet little breast.

Down the hall Lucy, sighed and collapsed forward onto the mattress, the flush of her orgasm flowing through her and making her muscles hot and relaxed. Peace suffused her, her nipples softening but still sensitive. She clenched her thighs around the rolled up pillow as small tremors passed through her, leftover fragments of her orgasm.

For a few minutes she lay quietly, naked, still enjoying her reenactment of Mom and Dad, pretending to be Mom astride Dad, her finger taking the place of an erection. That first time had hurt; her hymen breaking. But fingering herself, feeling something inside her pussy, was integral to her fantasy. Now it felt wonderful and she considered maybe finding something bigger than her finger.

Sighing, Lucy pulled the pillow out from between her legs, rolled onto her back and reached for her panties and T-shirt. Maybe she'd ask Mom again; try to convince her how serious she was.

Gina sat sipping tea, staring out the kitchen's sliding glass doors into the back yard. It was yet another bright So-Cal day, baking hot. The blue pool looked refreshing and she knew she should be out practicing her tennis but too many things were complicating her life. Foremost of the complications was Lucy.

Even now, in the middle of the week with no one home, the vision she'd had of Ken and Lucy made her pussy tingle and her thighs squeeze together. It was still an intensely arousing vision for some reason. She'd never been a prude about sex, but this whole incest thing was startlingly attractive. Why?

Sipping her tea, Gina decided it must be because she remembered how attracted to her father she'd been when she was Lucy's age, younger even. Dad had been her hero and played a major role in her discovery of her own sexuality, too, even if he didn't know it. She'd used his easy-going good nature to discover the naked male, deliberately walking in on him when he was finishing his shower. He'd never seemed embarrassed in the slightest. Then again, he hadn't had an erection. But the sight of his naked body had been enough to fuel her sexual side in bed.

Gina thought about Ken. God she loved him. He was her perfect partner, understanding when she needed to be held and cuddled and when she needed some frisky play; when she needed to be made love to, be worshiped, and when she needed a good old fashioned fuck. He seemed to sense her needs.

Smiling to herself, Gina thought about how expressive her husband was. There were times he'd look at her with such hot lust it would make her wet. And then there were the games they played together. This latest one, bondage, had stretched the boundaries even further. Would Ken accept perhaps a bit more? Could she interest him in incest? Gina smiled as she imagined how Lucy would react, her excitement and enthusiasm, maybe shyness as well. How cute would that be?

Taking another sip of tea, Gina wrestled with the problem. Inherently Ken was a good man and a great father. He'd no more hurt his little girl than kill the Pope . . . Okay, maybe he'd kill the Pope. But perhaps if he was utterly convinced Lucy wanted to explore a sexual relationship with him he'd consider it. Hmm. Maybe not.

An idea occurred to her as she finished her tea. It might work, she thought, if Ken was convinced he wasn't hurting Lucy. A spark of excitement hit when another idea occurred to her. Oh! Now that's completely wicked! Smiling broadly Gina decided it was worth some more thought. Just wait till she told Lucy!

Gina sat on the flagstone patio in the shade with her cup of Darjeeling tea. A hot breeze flowed up from The Valley, a cloud of smog hovering below obscuring Ventura Freeway and further away, downtown Los Angeles. Water burbled, the pool filter running. The tennis court and automatic ball launcher called to her conscience; she hadn't practiced in several days. The gardeners had left half an hour ago and she could still smell fresh-cut grass, one of her favorite scents.

A car passed, a rare event this high up in Northridge.

Gina again explored her feelings as she had for several days. There was no question the thought of Lucy participating in her and Ken's sexual relationship was highly arousing. In fact, the more she dwelled on it and imagined it the more exciting it became. But was it fair to Ken? What she was contemplating was devious in the extreme.

Then she pictured her husband and, as usual, warm feelings flooded her. Sex with Ken was so astoundingly satisfying. Smiling to herself she thought of the three things she loved; three things that gave her a sense of power and pride. They thrilled her, every time.

One was feeling her husband get an erection. She loved feeling his cock slowly grow, thickening in her hand, becoming longer, engorging and growing rigid. The ability to make Ken erect was an aphrodisiac in and of itself. Another was feeling slippery precum leak from his tip. Both were proof of her of her appeal, her sexual attractiveness to him. Both pleased her no end. And the third was feeling or seeing him cum. Whether it was on her pussy or spurting on her stomach, over her breasts, in her mouth or on her back and ass, when Ken ejaculated she felt proud; she'd brought him pleasure. Sometimes, very rarely, she'd actually feel him cum inside her, usually after she'd climaxed and he'd been without sex for a while. Making Ken cum, bringing him such pleasure, reinforced her relationship with him every time. Occasionally she wouldn't even achieve a climax, his being more than enough, for a while anyway.

Gina smiled, warmth flushing through her. She considered herself lucky. With a husband she still loved and wanted to spend time with and who made her laugh, and a daughter who made her proud, Gina felt gifted. Too many of her acquaintances were separating, divorcing or, in the case of some of the wives, having affairs that added nothing but stress to their lives.

Gina's mind turned to her daughter. What to do?

Sipping tea, she began to formulate a plan, one that would prove interesting and exciting to her and instructive to Lucy. A shiver shook her. She smiled. Yes, perfect. When her nipples ached, Gina put the mug of tea down and gently caressed them before standing to fetch an item from her bedroom closet.

"Mom? I'm home!" Lucy yelled out half an hour later.

"Out back, Honey!" Gina replied.

The sound of a refrigerator door opening and closing reached Gina. Lucy stepped out of the house with a bottle of Dasani water in her hand, smiling in greeting. "Hey, Mom. How's it going?"

Dressed in her school uniform, beige tartan skirt rolled up way too short exposing slender young thighs and the white blouse with a few too many buttons undone, Lucy looked rather cute, sexy in a youthful way, Gina decided.

"I've been thinking . . ." A conversation ensued, Lucy's eyes first growing wide, then surprised, then twinkling with excitement.

"Okay. What we need to do is show him you're not just a little girl anymore, because as long as he sees you that way, he'll never consent to anything," Gina said.

"Kay. How?"

"I'm not finished, Lucy. I also need to teach you a few things. Your father will never, ever do anything to hurt you. So we need to make sure you won't be hurt from any sexual activity."

"I don't get it, Mom."

"I'm going to teach you, Honey." Gina paused. "Are you sure this is what you want? Now's the time to change your mind."

Lucy considered. Learn from Mom, get to experience making love with Dad, experience sex like she'd seen? She looked at Mom's face smiling at her with love and care. It made her feel so proud Mom would even consider doing this for her. "I want to," she said with a firm nod and a serious expression.

"Well, okay then. Here you go."

Taking the package Mom offered her, Lucy opened it and flushed deep red. Nestled inside was a dildo. It wasn't silver. Oh no. It was skin-colored and shaped like a penis and big! "What . . ."

"That's about your father's size," Gina said, grinning as Lucy's eyes opened wide at the sight of the dildo Gina had used way back when, back when Ken used to travel too much. "We'll be practicing with that. Still interested?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh . . . um . . . yeah," Lucy decided, still blushing, staring at the dildo. Gawd it looked huge. Dad? Like that? "You can really get that inside, Mom?" Lucy blushed harder. What a stupid question Lucy, she admonished herself.

"Yes. I'll show you later. We'll start tomorrow after school. I'll tell you the whole plan then. Put that away somewhere, okay?" Gina said, standing up, still smiling at Lucy's awed inspection of the dildo.

"Kay."

Gina left to begin preparing dinner, smiling, amazed at herself and very turned on at the prospect of sexual exploration with Lucy. She remembered how horny she'd get when she was thirteen and all the questions she'd had. Now, with Lucy, she was going to relive those feelings and more. It was a very exciting prospect.

GLAD TO BE HOME, I kicked off my shoes and wiggled my toes after closing the front door. Sounds from the kitchen echoed through the hall, familiar and welcome, while the scent of roasted chicken, lemon, garlic, and rosemary scented the air and made my stomach clench with hunger. I recognized roasted chicken, one of my favorites. Mmm, gravy and mashed potatoes hopefully.

"I'm home," I yelled out.

"In here," Gina's voice echoed back to me.

Leaning on the kitchen door jamb I studied Gina as she stood at the stove, slender and still youthful, her hair pulled back in the usual ponytail. Lucy sat at the table changed into her normal afterschool attire, today a yellow tank top and white sweat shorts, ash blonde hair loose, and eyes sparkling in a spectacularly pretty face. I smiled at her. "Hey, Lucy, how's your day going?"

Lucy surprised me. She blushed! She'd never blushed at such an innocuous question before.

"Good," she said, her head dropping, red face hidden by a curtain of blonde hair.

Very odd, I thought, walking up to Gina, slipping my arms around her trim waist, nuzzling her neck and inhaling. "What's up with Lucy? She blushed," I asked quietly.

GINA GLANCED OVER HER shoulder at Lucy and smiled a motherly knowing smile. "Nothing, Honey. Just girl stuff," she answered. "How was your day?"

"Fine. When's dinner? Are we having mashed potatoes, too?"

That night Lucy lay in bed with mixed feelings; excitement and trepidation. She was excited that Mom had agreed, excited at the prospect of learning, thrilled at the possibility of really making love with Dad; her and Dad, wow. She could picture it, her astride him, Dad looking at her with love and desire, his large hands caressing her thighs.

But lying in bed she'd pulled out the dildo and really inspected it. It seemed to be bigger each time she touched it. Wrapping her hand around it her middle finger and thumb barely met! And out of interest she'd held it to her lower stomach and measured, shuddering at how long it seemed. Jeez, could it even go that deep?

Carefully hiding the dildo away Lucy drifted to sleep, excited but now nervous, too.

"Ken, have you ever had sex with a virgin?" Gina asked, still breathless from her climax.

I WAS BREATHING RATHER heavily, too. Having my sexy wife bent over on hands and knees and me behind her drilling for oil, as it were, was intensely satisfying, especially when Gina started caressing herself and urging me on. My excited encouraging slap on her ass had left a red handprint despite the slap being quite soft.

"No. I haven't. Never felt the need to, either," I answered. I wondered if there were men who got more than their fair share of virgins. Or was it just me who had never found the opportunity, or really cared one way or the other?

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like?" Gina asked.

"Sometimes. But I always floundered on the part where it would hurt the girl, and since I never wanted to hurt anyone, I never felt the desire."

"So you think it hurts?"

"Of course it does. Doesn't it?" I asked. She'd know better than me.

"Do you remember toying with a loose tooth when you were young?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Didn't you find it painful but also irresistible, unable to let it be?"

"Yeah." I smiled at the recollection. Was it a masochistic streak in me? I'd quite enjoyed the pain.

"Well, that's sort of what it's like," Gina said, her knee slipping over my thigh.

"What's like?" I asked, stroking a silky thigh.

"A girl's first time, you goof."

"Really? Are you sure?"

Gina laughed. "God, you can be so . . . Am I sure? What, you don't think I was a virgin at some time in my life?"

I chuckled. It was kind of a stupid question. "What I meant was, doesn't it hurt much more than that? I heard breaking the hymen can be quite painful, too."

Gina's fingers toyed with the hair on my chest. "It's very rare for a girl to have a hymen intact when she has sex for the first time. Usually it's been torn from physical activity or playing with herself."

"Oh." What else was there to say? Wait! "Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"Just wondered," Gina answered. "Night, Honey."

BILLOWING CLOUDS OF STEAM filled the large master bedroom, the shower hissing. Gina watched her daughter undress while she let her own dress fall to the floor. It had come to her earlier. The easiest, least embarrassing way for the two of them to begin Lucy's instruction was to take a shower together.

It was not explicitly erotic - at least not to start with - and would let Lucy get used to her mother's touch.

Gina studied Lucy's body as she undressed, revealing a slender, gazelle-like body just beginning to exhibit the curves of puberty. Lucy had small breasts, really more like firm little plum-sized mounds spaced widely on her chest, small divergent pink areolae and tiny beads for nipples. Her breasts hardly moved as she undressed, so youthfully firm. It brought back memories to Gina of being Lucy's age, how sensitive her breasts had been and how deeply arousing and exciting it had been to play with them, touch and caress.

A stab of arousal hit her at the still powerful memory.

Dropping her panties, Gina stepped into the shower bending her head back under the water to soak her hair. Eyes closed she pictured Lucy peeling her blue cotton panties down slender legs revealing a beautifully shaped young rear, firm and compact with the first blush of pubescence adding sensual shape and definition.

The shower door opened and Lucy stepped in. Gina handed her daughter the shampoo.

Lucy was nervous; really nervous. But as Mom massaged shampoo into her hair, her fingers pressing against Lucy's scalp, Lucy experienced a wave of relaxation flow through her body. She closed her eyes and let herself drown in Mom's scalp massage. Slowly she melted, hot water cascading over body, the fruity scent of shampoo strong. She relaxed. Before she knew it she was leaning back against Mom, feeling Mom's breasts pressed against her back.

"Time to rinse," Mom instructed, turning her so her head was directly under the water.

Eyes closed, head bent back, water cascading over her hair, Lucy rinsed and shuddered when Mom's hands gently turned her again, drawing her back against Mom's front. Once again she felt Mom's breasts pressed to her back. Eyes sill closed she felt two soapy hands gently caress her arms, move in to wash her stomach and rise gradually, sending shivers of anticipation through her. Embarrassment seemed to melt away.

Her nipples tightened when Mom's soapy hands gently cupped her small breasts, massaging slowly before rising to wash her shoulders, leaving aching breasts behind along with a wave of dizziness. Mom's hands washed her neck relaxing her further then swept down her back to finally wash her buttocks, renewing the shivers of pleasure. Her pussy grew heavier, the first sign of arousal. Lucy sighed.

Gina's breasts felt heavy and ached pleasantly, her nipples crying out to be tweaked. Soaping Lucy's young body was stunningly arousing. Each touch brought back memories of her own youth, how her body had felt, petite, on the verge of full adolescence, and sensitive to the slightest touch. Washing Lucy's sexy little buttocks, so compact and firm, buttocks on the cup of maturity, made Gina's pussy clench. Washing her daughter was intensely erotic, far, far more exciting than she'd imagined it would be.

Too soon though the shower was over and thick, soft bath towels were wrapped around them both. Gina smiled and led her daughter to the master bed, both slipping under the sheet and blanket.

"Are you okay so far?" she asked Lucy.

Lucy nodded. "Uh-huh."

"How did the shower feel?" Gina asked, caressing Lucy's bare arm with the tips of her fingers, goose bumps appearing.

Lucy blushed slightly.

"What?" Gina asked.

"I . . . I . . . um, got turned on," she answered in almost a whisper. "And now I'm feeling a bit nervous and embarrassed." Lucy's face stayed flushed, blue eyes wide.

Mom smiled at her, caressing her damp hair. "Tell me, Lucy, have you ever practiced kissing with your girlfriends?"

Lucy's blush intensified. How did Mom know? She looked down. "Uh-huh. Once or twice with Penny."

"How was it?"

"It was okay, I guess."

Gina smiled to herself. It was something every girl probably did; practice how to kiss so you'd be ready and not embarrassed when a guy kissed you for the first time. She remembered the feeling. She also remembered experimenting with more than just kissing in high school, her and Heather in her bedroom after school, hesitantly touching each other, pulses pounding, and slowly bringing each other to a climax.

Gina lifted Lucy's face up with a finger and smiled. "So did I when I was your age," she said gently, bending close. Gina kissed her daughter's red cheek, so soft and warm. Lucy's eyes were large, attractive deep blue pools. My little girl is so pretty, she thought. Gina kissed the edge of her daughter's mouth gently, smiling in reassurance, trying to hide the sudden surge of arousal that hit her. This was remarkably exciting.

"Okay so far?" she asked softly.

"Uh-huh."

"Good. Let's try this," she said, letting her lips gently touch Lucy's lips. Lucy's eyes closed slowly. Lips pressed lightly. Suddenly Lucy's lips parted and Gina found herself French kissing her daughter. Tongues touched gently, sweetly, and arousal thundered through her, surprising her with its intensity.

At first, tongues touched lightly, hesitantly, sliding moistly against each other, testing, intertwining, and teasingly withdrawing; one teaching, one learning. Gina's nipples puckered up. Her pussy flushed with arousal, her body suddenly warm. She clenched her thighs and restrained her sudden impulse to reach for Lucy's chest to caress her small, firm breasts. Instead she probed into Lucy's mouth with the tip of her tongue and withdrew; her hand on the back of Lucy's head.

Gina shuddered when Lucy's tongue followed hers back, probing slightly and, when Lucy moaned as Gina sucked her moist little tongue, Gina's eyes closed, a shiver of pleasure shaking her body. God this was so erotic!

Breaking the kiss reluctantly, heart racing, she hugged her daughter. "So, how was that?" she asked, somewhat breathlessly.

"Wow, Mom. That was . . . That was . . . Can we try it again?"

Gina hugged her daughter. "Of course. We've only just started." But inside Gina was shocked at how exciting this incestuous sexual act was. She'd never considered a lesbian relationship, at least not since becoming an adult, but with Lucy! Her sweetness and the illicitness of Lucy being both her daughter and only thirteen, so young, made this extraordinarily arousing.

Gina felt her nipples stiffen. They ached for a touch, a caress, a squeeze. Smiling with excitement, she bent to Lucy's excited face and lips touched again, soft lips, warm, moving and alive as they parted.

Gina's hand found the edge of Lucy's bath towel just as tongues touched, Lucy's eyes closing with a little murmur. A gentle tug and it unraveled, her hand gliding over naked thirteen-year-old skin, warm and silky.

Lucy snorted as she kissed, reacting to Mom's hand gently finding her small, aching breast. Her boobs felt engorged and heavy despite their small size. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive to the touch, areolae puckered with excitement. Under Mom's gentle caress Lucy experienced little sparks of pleasure that seemed to race from her nipples down to her pussy. Each sensation, each touch by Mom was very different from touching herself. Having someone else touch her was so much better.

"Mom, that feels so good," Lucy sighed when the kiss ended and Mom's lips gently settled on her sensitive nipple. Sharp pulses of pleasure flowed warmly through her body. She felt flushed and clenched her thighs together, squeezing her aching pussy.

Then it hit; the first sensation of slipperiness, that very first bit of moisture, the sensation that made her body tremble. Her pussy ached. She wanted to cup it, hold it, squeeze it. But with a gasp, when Mom sucked her breast, a tongue gently caressing her sensitive nipple, Lucy felt Mom's hand slip down her body.

Anticipation of being touched down there was painful and exciting. And when Mom's hand finally slipped up over her mons and found her pussy, so gentle and warm and touching her in just the right way, Lucy sucked in air. Her body twitched as if electricity had flowed through her. Her clit ached.

A wave of horniness washed over Lucy. "Mom," she whispered, trembling at a fingertip slipping into her slit, probing, spreading her lips. Lucy automatically parted her legs giving Mom more room. Eyes tightly closed, she concentrated on the sensations bombarding her; Mom's gentle but arousing kiss on her boob, Mom's warm soft hand holding her pussy, Mom's finger circling her clit, her body trembling and becoming tense. She felt wet and slippery, small pulses of pleasure slowly building in waves. Lucy knew the signs, all signs of an impending climax. And this one felt like it was going to be big.

She felt hot all of a sudden. Her body tensed, hands curled gripping the sheet, Mom sucking on her breast, caressing her clit. Almost there. Almost there.

Knowing how important arousal was to making pain bearable, Gina followed her daughter's arousal closely. She was still shocked at how horny she was, how she was reacting from touching and kissing her little girl. But God it was erotic. Gina reached down to hold her own damp pussy and, synchronizing her touch, shaking with excitement and need, she gently probed, her fingertip sliding down through a slippery cleft to find her daughter's tiny vaginal entrance, warm and moist.

Gina's need grew. Fondling and touching her little girl excited her in a way she'd never felt before, not better than sex with Ken, just different.

Lucy's eyes were closed. Her nose flared from deep breaths, head slightly turned. Gina saw the tenseness in her body indicating how close she was. But when the aroma of Lucy's arousal reached her, Gina shivered and moaned silently.

Unable to resist, she kissed each of Lucy's little boobs gently and moved down, settling between her daughter's thighs.

The magnificence of a young pussy was revealed in all its glory. Despite Lucy's legs being parted and knees up, her sexy little cleft was almost closed. The speckling of silky soft pubic hairs emphasized her youthful adolescence and only added to Gina's excitement. Lucy's labia were plump and rounded, her mons rising in an alluring curve, her cleft short. And taking Gina's breath away was the sight of her daughter's little clitoris gently nestled like a precious pearl by sexy labia.

Lucy's aroma was pervasive, the base of her cleft glistening with moisture. Moving in, Gina kissed her little girl's pussy, inhaling her delicate, clean yet musky scent. A shock of pleasure thrummed through her at the taste, sweet and sensually musky; tasting a thirteen-year-old was very, very arousing.

Probing, to the sounds of Lucy's louder moans and the feel of Lucy's thighs twitching and trembling, Gina spread Lucy's little labia to reveal the deep silken interior of her cleft glistening moistly. Below immature inner lips was the tiny dark entrance to Lucy's vagina. Another deep tremor of arousal coursed through Gina when she imagined Ken's adult erection penetrating her. For one moment she wished she was a man able to feel it herself.

Squeezing her thighs together, stimulating her aching pussy, Gina probed her daughter's cleft, sliding through her slippery dampness to gently press a fingertip against her little girl's vagina.

When her finger probed, pressing in, feeling how snug her daughter's vagina was, Gina closed her eyes and kissed her little girl's clitoris tenderly, caressing with her tongue before sucking gently. Lucy's reaction was immediate.

She cried out, "Mom!" Her small body heaved.

And when Lucy surged up, arching her body from the impact of her climax, Gina pressed her finger, slipping it deep into her daughter's tiny vagina effortlessly, adding a second and then a third as Lucy arched and cried out her pleasure. Gina kissed and licked Lucy's hard little clit, helping her daughter experience the full impact of oral sex, three fingers stroking into her snug vagina.

Lucy writhed, climaxing hard. Gina felt her daughter's pussy clenching on the three fingers and, to the sounds of her little girl's intense, incredible climax, Gina herself came, grunting her pleasure, one hand desperately fingering her own heated pussy and clit. Gina humped the bed and her hand as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through her, eyes closing, kissing Lucy's pussy, kissing Lucy's pussy.

Awareness returned slowly. Gina moved up and hugged her naked little daughter. Lucy was limp. She murmured and cuddled in. Gina caressed her back and glanced at the bedside alarm clock. Three-thirty. Time to shower again and begin preparing dinner.

With a sigh Gina relaxed. Holding Lucy was just too pleasant. They'd have take out; maybe pizza.

MY WIFE LAY ON her back on the bed, sexy, very sexy. Blindfolded, wrists and ankles shackled to the bed frame, spread-eagled on her back with just skimpy little panties and a lacy low-cut bra on, she was at my mercy and very attractive.

I was beginning to appreciate this bondage thing. But having decided I didn't like the forced aspect, we'd happily compromised with just bondage. This time a pair of scissors replaced the knife and I was very glad. I didn't like the knife.

Studying Gina restrained the way she was brought out all sorts of interesting curves and dips on her body. Her stomach was very flat, lean muscles almost visible. On her they looked sensual. On her back, stretched out, the waist of her panties showed gaps where hip bones peaked, and her sexy pussy pressed tightly against white satiny panties, filling them rather interestingly, dimpled from pubic hair.

I very much liked her sensuous breasts, perfect handfuls held by her lacy white bra. I could see the pink areolae under lace and her nipples outlined.

Bending, I kissed her stomach, smooth and warm skin. Goose bumps emerged on her, dimpling her skin. I kissed just above her mons and with a fingertip traced her cleft over her panties with a feather-light touch, earning a quiet murmur of appreciation.

Moving up I kissed her cheek. "Beautiful," I whispered, "and all mine."

Gina smiled.

"Now I can do whatever I want, Honey, and you can't stop me. Nothing you can do will prevent me."

She frowned. "Like what?"

Bending, my lips found her neck, Gina's perfume filling my nose with lilacs and orange blossoms. I sucked gently holding suction until I had a beautiful hickey. "Like that hickey," I whispered.

Gina chuckled. "So? It's just a hickey."

Bending again, my lips found the soft upper swell of a breast and sucked leaving a hickey behind. My lips, the only part of my body touching her, found her inner thigh to leave a hickey, her aroused scent strong, panties molding seductively to her vulva, a clear moist spot visible. My lips found her calves, her upper arm, her sides just above her hips, her stomach under her navel and above her navel, the top soft upper swell of her other breast and a spot high on her neck just below an earlobe, whispering "Nice hickey," every time.

Gina started writhing. "Okay, okay. Enough, Ken. I won't be able to leave the house, you nitwit!"

Her voice faded away when I gently pulled the cup of her bra down revealing a stiff, aroused nipple. She groaned quietly when my lips settled, her arms shaking the handcuffs when I started sucking, tonguing, nibbling, her areola stippling with arousal. Taking her nipple between my lips I sucked hard, almost but not quite painful. Gina groaned and shifted her body, handcuffs jangling.

Her other breast was treated the same before I unhooked her bra. Gina's small but full breasts mounded beautifully on her chest, still firm, her areolae now a dark pink, flushed and slightly engorged, nipples large and stiff.

Kissing my way down her body I reached her panties, the scent of her arousal now stronger. Kissing her mons, pressing my lips in, I stroked her cleft finding the bump of her clitoris peeking out. Gina moaned and tried to hunch up against my fingertips.

"Are you horny, Dear?" I asked quietly.

"You have no friggin' idea," she muttered, adding a louder groan when I cupped her sexy pussy.

Gradually I felt the damp spot expand in her crotch and, with her groaning, I let her pussy go, reaching for the scissors.

The sound of a snip was loud, her panties snapping open. Another snip and Gina was raising her ass off the bed for me. I loved her carefully trimmed, silken pubic bush, its matching ash blonde color so light, so unusual. It emphasized the lushness of her pussy and was very sexy.

My erection was now bursting to be released. Shucking clothes, erection straining up, I moved to kneel on the bed. Gripping my shaft I straddled Gina's waist, my balls settling on her. Pressing my erection down, I gently squeezed her breasts together around my cock, sliding back and forth a couple of times before moving up.

"Open your mouth," I ordered in a whisper.

Gina grinned, still blindfolded, and opened her mouth, tongue moist. Excitement pounding, I pushed the head in, her lips sealing around my shaft. She sucked, cheeks indenting, then caressed the crown with her tongue. Too much.

Pulling out with a slurp Gina grinned again and licked her lips slowly. "Delicious," she said. Jesus I was horny.

Turning around I straddled her head on my knees. Her mouth took my erection again and I bent to kiss her pubes, kiss her labia and, as she moaned and sucked on my cock, I gently kissed her clitoris. Gina was very moist, her scent strong. I caressed her cleft and slowly, while tonguing her clit, probed her pussy, a fingertip teasingly entering her slippery vagina.

With a mouthful of my erection Gina moaned and sucked me hard. I gasped and almost lost it, rolling off her, pulling my cock from her mouth. That was too close.

Turning, I settled over her between her slender legs, the tip of my aching erection teasingly touching her pussy. I kissed her breast and because I could, I kissed her armpit earning a giggle and body contortion. Her movement pressed her pussy to my tip. Smiling with mischief I kissed her other armpit and she giggled again, writhing. The effect was astonishing. Her moist labia parted to hug my crown, warm and silky, very exciting.

"Jesus, Ken. Can you do me now? I'm so damned horny," Gina groaned. "Fuck me, please!"

"Nope," I answered, lifting and shuffling down, settling between her legs. When I kissed Gina's damp pussy she inhaled and tried to press it against my mouth, her groan telling me how frustrated she was. Bending, I began, kissing and sucking her swollen clit. A finger found her silky slippery entrance and probed, turning to find the rough spot just inside at the top, Gina's G-spot.

Sucking and caressing her Gina began to writhe, tugging at her restraints and breathing harder and harder.

"Jesus Christ," she suddenly exclaimed, rather loudly I thought. Her body arched and froze. She grunted deeply. Breath exploded. Her body writhed uncontrollably, her vagina clenching my finger. Moistness flowed from her. She humped and gasped her way through her climax, twisting and crying out sexy grunts in an intense climax, one of the most powerful I'd ever seen.

Using my mouth and finger I stayed with her, slowing and becoming gentle as her orgasm peaked and passed, her body collapsing and twitching before I stopped completely. Rising, Gina's chest heaving, I moved up. Hovering over her I kissed her lips gently.

"We're not done yet," I whispered. "Now it's my turn." The tip of my now aching, pulsing erection brushed against her pussy.

"Oh my God," she moaned. "I don't think I can take any more."

"I'll be gentle, Love," I whispered in her ear.

Gina sighed. Her body trembled when the tip of my erection pressed. She moved slightly worming her pussy up and down and side to side, cleft slowly surrounding my crown. She moaned, body trembling when I eased just the tip in, out, in, out, spreading slippery arousal, gently working my erection in deeper. Suddenly the crown slipped in, held by her velvet vagina. She clenched and trembled. Her arms jerked at the handcuffs as if she wanted to hug me. Her head moved back and forth.

Still holding myself off her body I eased my erection in, settling it deep, glorious moist heat surrounding me, snug and sexy. My groin pressed to her clit. I was buried in her. Fantastic.

Her heart-felt moan was so, so deep, her body twitching, vagina clenching on my shaft and gripping me beautifully. This was so good. Settling on her, kissing her gently, I reached up and unlocked the handcuffs. Gina sighed with relief and grabbed me, hugging me tight, pressing her pelvis up at me, pressing my aching erection deep.

"Fuck me, Baby," she whispered. "I need you to fuck me."

With her legs still tied to the bed frame I reached under her and held her sexy buttocks, withdrawing from her sensuous grip and thrusting back, deep, God so good. She grabbed at me, hunching. I fucked Gina with long, slow strokes, my erection straining, burying myself in her incredible pussy. I fucked my sexy wife gently, long strokes, deep strokes, firm strokes, my cock swelling as I got close to nirvana.

Her snug pussy clenched at me, massaged me, milked me, gripping me as I withdrew and welcomed me with a moist embrace as I thrust back in. Pressure built, heaviness arrived and, with Gina clutching at me, her pussy arching up to take me deep, my orgasm emerged.

"Oh Lord. Cumming, Gina," I managed to warn her with a whisper, my body tensing up.

Gina hugged me tighter pressing her pussy up at me. "Yes, Baby, cum, cum for me," she murmured into my neck.

It was the last straw. I didn't even have time to breathe when an agonizing wave hit me, cock swelling, aching, aching, pain. Suddenly I exploded, thrusting deep, semen erupting in a blindingly pleasurable pulse. Agony hit again, I thrust and exploded, cum jetting into Gina's moist embrace.

"That's it, cum, Baby. I can feel you," she whispered.

I arched and exploded, a seemingly endless pulse of cum jetting into her and the full rage of my orgasm hit. In short desperate thrusts, I came, spurting hard, cumming, pleasure crashing over me, ears ringing. I came explosively, thrusting and spurting, thrusting and spurting to my wife's constant encouragement in my ear. I came so hard I had nothing left, just dry heaves, gut-wrenching dry heaves, finally collapsing on her, panting, drained, completely drained.

MID-AFTERNOON SUN STREAMED through the window, warming the bed and the two sensual naked bodies on it. Sheets were crumpled and falling off the sides, the blanket a mound at the foot of the bed.

Silence was broken suddenly. Lucy's young body arched up, legs snapping closed. She cried out at the sharp jab of pain, hot, hitting her hard. Collapsing, soft murmurs and a gentle hand caressing her clit slowly eased her pain. Tears prickled her eyes.

Gradually pain faded to be replaced by a full sensation, stretched almost to bursting. Testing with an exploratory squeeze, another weaker pulse of pain hit making her moan. The dildo slipped out leaving her feeling empty and relieved, yet mourning its loss.

Opening her eyes she smiled at Mom. "I did it," she said. "It felt ten times bigger inside me than it looks."

Gina stroked her daughter's damp brow and smiled. Lucy had managed to get the dildo in, but just the crown. "You did, almost. Next time try it yourself in your own bed and see if you can take more."

"Kay." After a brief pause, Lucy continued. "So when will it happen? Do you know yet?"

"No. I still have some persuading to do. Not long, though," Gina answered, smiling and bending over her daughter to kiss her gently.

Both murmured at the familiar sensual kiss. Tongues touched and played lightly, hands caressing breasts. Gina led, knowing how to caress gently, squeeze, tweak a nipple, and rebuild arousal. Lucy mimicked her mother, slightly more hesitant, gently caressing her mother's full, heavy breasts. Eyes closed as they concentrated on the sensations bombarding their bodies. Gina's knee slipped between Lucy's legs, rising to press her thigh against her daughter's thirteen-year-old pussy. Her hand slipped down and over a slender bony hip to hold a youthful buttock.

Using pressure from her palm, Gina guided her daughter, gently rubbing her thigh against Lucy's little pussy, pulling Lucy's buttock, starting a rhythm. A pulse of arousal struck her. She wanted stimulation too. Hugging Lucy, Gina rolled onto her back, her thigh still between her daughter's legs. Lucy's thigh found Gina's pussy.

Sighs broke the silence. Lucy's caress of her mother's breast became more urgent, harder, tweaking her mom's nipple. She started undulating, rubbing her pussy and clit on her mom's thigh and her own thigh on Mom's pussy, sparks of pleasure pulsing from her clit to her nipples to her brain. She moaned as passion built, rubbing herself on Mom, aroused, passion intensifying, so good Mom.

Humping Mom's leg, eyes closed, sensations bombarding her, Lucy felt the first tickle of her orgasm, a clenching inside, heaviness, urgency building. When Mom's fingertips slipped down from her bum, into her slit from behind, and pressed to her vagina, Lucy's climax erupted.

With a snort and a jerk, Lucy came. "Uh," she grunted. Pleasure exploded. "Oh God Mom!"

Her body arched and humped Mom's leg, fingertips probing her vagina. Pleasure crashed through her, breathless, panting. A wave hit starting in her toes, soles cramping, washing up through her, pussy clenching, clit aching. Her nipples tightened and ecstasy blossomed, beautiful, beautiful! "Mom!" she gasped as another wave of pleasure hit, torturing her body, cramping, cumming. Lucy drowned, shaking, Mom murmuring to her. She drowned in bliss, climaxing hard, hard, the waves cresting.

Panting, her body collapsed, tension departing, heart thumping, breath short. Peace and relaxation permeated her. She sighed deeply, rolled off to the side and snuggled against her mother.

Eventually she moved rising onto an elbow to look at Mom, smiling with pleasure.

"Are those hickey's?" she asked in astonishment, noticing one on Mom's right breast, two on her stomach above her pubic hair. Suddenly she saw more, inside a thigh, one on a calf.

Gina, pleasantly exhausted from her own softer orgasm, laughed feeling a familiar and welcome flush of love at the memory of Ken giving them to her. "Yes. They are."

"What were you two doing?" Lucy asked, intrigued by the random placement of the hickeys. Spotting one right at Mom's groin Lucy shivered picturing Dad giving it to her.

"We were having some fun," Gina answered, pulling Lucy's damp body to her into a loving hug.

"Mom, do you and Dad have anal sex?" Lucy asked, remembering Mom's fingertip slipping across her bum.

"Yes."

"Isn't it dirty?"

Gina smiled, her hand gently caressing Lucy's damp back. "No. I told you, Honey, nothing about sex is dirty if you both love each other."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It can. But your father is gentle. I also know what to expect."

"Can you climax with anal sex?"

"Some women can, some can't. Your clitoral nerves are like a v-shape, the ends going down to your bum," Gina said softly, kissing her daughter's hair, her hand tracing down Lucy's back to caress her rear, fingertips stroking Lucy's butt crack, exploring, finding Lucy's rosebud. "Down here. How does this feel?"

Lucy sighed and undulated her hips. "Nice. Do you climax with anal sex?"

"Occasionally."

"Then why do it?" Lucy shuddered slightly at the feel of Mom's finger toying with her bum. "That feels good."

Smiling, Gina answered. "Lucy, honey, because it feels good; because your father enjoys it. And with anal sex I get to feel your father's climax. I feel him ejaculating."

Before Lucy could respond with another question, Gina's fingertip penetrated her daughter's tight anus. Lucy moaned quietly, her hand caressing her own breast, surprised at the tickle of renewed arousal. "Does it feel good when Daddy climaxes?"

"It's one of the best feelings in the world. Feeling your father's pleasure, feeling him cum in me and knowing I'm the one that gave him that pleasure is intensely satisfying." Gina inched her knee back between Lucy's legs, curling up and finding her sensitive clitoris, her other hand still probing her tight little rear. Gentle motion took over, rubbing her little girl's clitoris, probing her ass.

"I wish . . ."

Lucy's voice trailed off. She inhaled deeply, eyes closed. A flush appeared on her chest and she moaned, her body twitching as she climaxed softly, gently, Mom's leg caressing her sensitive clit and her finger gently fucking her bum. Hands clutching at anything, Lucy let herself go climaxing again, shuddering and moaning, inhaling sharply as pleasure flushed through her in wave after soft wave, cumming gently, intensely pleasing.

As peace arrived, heart slowing and warmth flooded her body Lucy sighed, relaxed. "I'd like to try it, Mom," she said softly, wistfully, "feel Dad cumming inside me."

'You will," Gina whispered.

". . . and so they all stood in a circle shaking their wee willies, each staring down and desperately hoping they'd see something happen, something grow. You see, the girls had laughingly promised an extra serving of cassava if . . ."

Lucy almost choked with laughter, her sides hurting so bad she held herself, bending, eyes watering. He was so damned funny! How the hell did he associate the price of bread in Outer Mongolia to prepubescent boys in Africa shaking their dicks? Mom's laughter and her comment, "You're such a nitwit, Ken," only made Lucy laugh harder.

Then she felt it. She actually felt herself pee her panties, a small spurt, warm, wetting the gusset. Oh gawd!! Flushing deep red she got up and ran from the kitchen table, dashing into the powder room. Reaching under her skirt, she yanked her damp panties down and sat on the toilet, face hot, embarrassment flooding through her.

Nothing happened. She couldn't pee. Even weirder was she didn't feel the urge to pee. Bending she studied her panties stretched around her knees. The powder blue cotton had a small dark stain in the double crotch, really small. That surprised her. It had felt much bigger. It had felt like she really peed herself, not that little spot. Weird.

Folding toilet paper she lined her panties, stood and drew them up, wiggling to get them just right. Mom was still laughing in the kitchen, now with Dad chuckling, too. Lucy smiled, her face still warm.

"You okay, Honey," Dad asked when she entered the kitchen.

"Uh-huh."

Gina noticed the flush. She knew exactly what had happened. Her daughter had laughed so hard she'd peed her panties. She knew. She herself had suffered the same way at some of Ken's stories.

"How about a swim this afternoon?" she suggested. "It's stinking hot and the pool is a perfect eighty-two."

Two hours later Gina watched Ken frolicking in the pool. Lucy's laughter was bright as she desperately tried to evade her father. Yup, Gina thought yet again, Ken is a wonderful father. And that silly grin on his face made her heart beat faster. Why did seeing him romp with Lucy stir such arousal in her? She could just picture them all together, naked and . . .

"I'm done," Lucy announced, laughing, climbing out and grabbing her towel to dry.

I WAS FEELING PRETTY good. Finally cool from the heat of the afternoon sun, energy nicely expended chasing my daughter and, studying my wife in her skimpy bathing suit and feeling a spark of attraction, I drifted towards her.

Swimming up to Gina as she clung onto the edge of the pool, her arms crossed on the flagstone edge, I pressed into her from behind, turned on by the sight of her compact bikini-clad rear and the top of her sexy butt crack visible. Pressed to her, she squeezed her buttocks, an action that indicated she was feeling frisky.

"Look," she said, nodding at Lucy walking into the house. "Your daughter has a gorgeous ass, don't you think?"

Until that point I hadn't thought; not at all. But studying it, watching it undulate surprisingly sexily, trim, petite and hardly covered by her bikini bottoms, I saw it differently. Lucy really had a spectacular little butt.

"She's maturing, Ken. Would you believe she has started to grow pubic hair? She's after me to let her shave her arms and legs now, not just her arm pits. I think she's becoming sexually aware, too. Have you noticed how she's using you to explore her attractiveness, sort of test how males respond?"

I said nothing. I was wrestling with the unexpected sexuality of my little girl. Pubic hair? Lucy? And then I recalled the lingering kisses on my cheek, the soft blushes when I'd grope her bum. I recalled her little smiles, eyes twinkling. Had she misinterpreted my actions?

"Her little bush is really cute, too. Like the softest sprinkling over her mound," Gina said, pressing her ass back at me. "It can't really be called a pubic bush. Not enough of it yet."

"How the hell do you know that?" I asked. And now I had a damned erection. Gina knew, too. She squeezed her sexy ass and wiggled it slightly. We were still hanging onto the side the pool.

I watched Lucy pause at the back sliding glass door and use the corner of her towel to vigorously dry her hair, head tilting. It made her body move in a very interesting way.

"We've talked about sex," Gina said casually. "I've put her on the pill."

I was flabbergasted. "She's having periods?" I asked rather stupidly.

Gina's sexy ass squeezed my erection. "Yes. Exciting, isn't it?"

"Yes. NO! What do you mean exciting?" I asked.

A hand found my erection and tugged the waist of my bathing suit down freeing it. "Do you think she'll see us?" Gina asked, fist stroking my erection slowly.

Like any male, there's a point where horniness clouds my better judgment. A fog of stupid descends and slows mental cogitation. My threshold was remarkably low when it came to Gina. Thus, I happily let myself go, reaching down to pull the back of her little bikini bottoms down over her sexy ass and thighs and fondle two stupendously sexy buttocks. Holding my cock I slipped it into the seductive gap between slender thighs and, to the sound of Gina's satisfied sigh, found her pussy, pressed, and felt her labia part. With the tip lodged at her vagina she arched her back slightly and pushed towards me. Gina was horny and damp, too. A couple of back and forth movements and I sank into her velvet embrace from behind with a silent groan. This was pure bliss. The contrast of cool water and her hot snug grip on my cock was fantastic.

"She's been asking all about sex, you know. Seems she's been thinking about going all the way."

I moaned when Gina's vagina gripped my cock. "She has a boyfriend?" I asked, amazed I knew nothing about it. "Who is he?"

"No. Uh . . . a bit deeper, Ken. God that feels good. Lucy's been asking me all about our sex life."

I thrust gently but firmly, reaching around Gina's slender upper body to hold two small but full breasts. Gina grunted. "You didn't tell her did you?" I asked.

"Try to go deeper, Honey. It was difficult not to tell her. When she asked about the handcuffs it wasn't like I could deny anything."

I thrust into Gina, swelling and aching. Fuck me! Lucy saw the handcuffs?

"Yes, that's good," Gina sighed, pressing back firmly against my gentle but urgent thrusts.

Water rippled across the surface as we fucked each other, firm, deep, slow and erotic thrusts, erection swelling. I held onto the side of the pool with one hand and with the other caressed her breast over the bikini top, my body pressing Gina to the side of the pool.

Gina moaned and dropped her forehead onto her crossed forearms, curling her ass back at me. "She was fascinated. Then she asked me what making love with you was like. I think all the talk of sex excited her because she started fidgeting on the chair. Almost there, Ken. Can you get deeper? That's it."

I felt my climax near. Reaching down I held Gina's waist, pulling her ass back, fucking her deeply, penetrating her warm moist pussy. Gina could make me so damned horny.

"Do you think she's watching us now?" Gina asked, pressing back at me. "That would be exciting, wouldn't it?"

Fuck! Public sex was one of my secret little fantasies. Gina's sexy ass clenched. She moaned.

"Jeeezus," I groaned and, unable to stop, with visions of our daughter spying on us, I came, cock swelling, aching, and fucking into Gina. Bliss erupted as semen exploded into my wife's velvet pussy. My fingers found her clit and rubbed. I swelled and exploded again as Gina climaxed, her buttocks clenching with each of my thrusts, her body trembling. Water splashed. I thrust and came, spurting hard, pleasure coursing through me, thrusting and cumming through a glorious orgasm until, spent, I slowed, panting, my chin falling to her shoulder.

"She couldn't really see us, could she?" I asked, leaning on Gina's body, tired and drained and wanting to take a nap.

LUCY COLLAPSED BACK ON her bed one hand caressing her pulsing clit the other caressing an aching nipple. She'd watched Mom and Dad, Dad behind Mom in the pool. She imagined what it must be like to have Dad take her from behind, thrusting into her, thrusting into her. Gaaawd!

Reaching into her bedside drawer Lucy pulled the dildo out. Caressing her clit, pulses of pleasure hitting, aroused, she wondered what it would be like to suck Daddy's erection. Feeling deliciously adventurous Lucy brought the dildo to her mouth. She kissed it, shuddering in excitement. Opening her mouth she slipped it in, mouth stretched, so big Daddy. Pretending, she licked then sucked, eyes closed picturing Daddy, holding his erection, holding Daddy's cock. Lucy's nipples puckered up. She pictured Mom and Dad in the pool and with arousal storming her she pulled the dildo of her mouth, rolled onto her side drawing one knee up. Reaching behind she let the tip of the dildo slip through her bum crack to find her pussy.

To images of Dad cuddled to Mom from behind, Mom resting her head on her arms, Lucy slipped the dildo along her slippery cleft pressing deeper, lips parting. She pressed harder feeling the tip nestle to her vagina, Daddy behind her, Daddy ready to take her.

Trembling, Lucy slowly worked the tip in, stretching, stretching more. She raised her leg to open herself more. Slowly the tip pressed in. Then as pain blossomed, with a pop the full crown was in, stretching her. She shuddered, her other hand gripping her little boob. Daddy!

Arousal stormed her body and dulled the twinge of pain making it more of an ache, nice, sensual. Lucy, with visions of Daddy holding her, Daddy penetrating her, slowly moved the dildo, her aroused moisture slippery. Gradually she felt herself fill up, the dildo going deeper, Daddy going deep, deeper. Moving it in and out from behind, eyes squeezed shut, Lucy imagined it was Daddy behind her, Daddy loving her, Daddy's erection inside her, Daddy whispering how he loved her, how he wanted her, how sexy she was, Daddy fucking her, Daddy fucking her.

Her climax erupted, body jerking, toes curling. A wave flowed from her pussy to her feet and up over her chest to burst with pleasure in her head. Gasping, finger strumming, hand squeezing, another wave of ecstasy hit. God, Daddy!

Trembling, shaking, Lucy let the dildo go, grasped her aching little breasts and rolled onto her front, eyes squeezed shut, legs together. She rode out her climax, pussy pulsing, cumming Daddy!

GINA SIPPED A GLASS of wine at my side. Lucy had her feet up on the coffee table next to me, ready for bed in an over-sized T-shirt. She was bending forward and carefully applying pink nail polish to dainty little toes. I watched NCIS in comfortable silence until Lucy blew on her toes.

Moving and turning, Lucy leaned back against the arm of the sofa and put her bare feet into my lap.

"Look, Dad. Wha'cha think? Pretty, huh?"

I glanced down. Lucy was wiggling her little toes. Smiling, I grabbed both feet and brought them up, first kissing the tops of her feet then, with a smirk, kissing the soles. Lucy writhed and burst into laughter.

"Stop! The polish is still wet!"

Enchanted by her laughter I glanced at her, smiling. My smile faltered slightly at the sight of her T-shirt up at her waist, soft pink cotton panties mounded by a young pubis underneath, a camel toe forming to her remarkably plump little pussy and two little blonde pubic hairs escaping from elastic at the gusset.

I turned away from her and let her feet down gently. A minute later Lucy was cuddled to my side, legs curled up under her and watching television.

I tried to dismiss the sight from mind. Unfortunately it opened Pandora's Box. I remembered what Gina had said about Lucy testing her attraction on me, exploring her growing awareness of her own sexuality. Bloody Hell!

Having grown up with two brothers, one older, one younger, I had not been exposed to prepubescent or pubescent girls. The girls I'd seen were always at school, dressed, huddled together chatting and giggling. By the time I saw my first real naked girl I'd been sixteen, she'd been sixteen and into adulthood. Pubescence had never crossed my path.

Lucy was exposing me to the amazing wonders of adolescence. It was, all-in-all, a fascinating change. Had I been fourteen . . . well, I wasn't. And Lucy was my daughter. What exactly was I to do with my physical reaction?

"Do you think Lucy, if she's determined to lose her virginity, should only do it if she loves the guy?" Gina asked casually.

I choked on the morning coffee and cleared my throat. "Do I think what?" I asked after clearing my throat and putting the newspaper down.

"Do you think our daughter, if she's determined to lose her virginity, should only give it to a guy she loves? Try to think rationally Ken, not as a father."

"She shouldn't do it at all, Gina. She shouldn't be thinking about it. And I definitely don't want to think about it rationally."

Gina chuckled. "Ken, she's thirteen going on fourteen. Some of her girlfriends have already had intercourse. As parents don't you think it's our duty to help her through what could be a difficult situation? And one that can shape her perspectives on sex forever?" Gina added.

"No. I'm serious, Gina. I don't want to even think about our little girl having sex with some snot-of-a-boy."

"Hiding your head in the sand won't help. What do you suggest we do?" Gina's face grew serious. "Don't you think it would be better for her if she really loved the guy?"

"I guess. But she'd really need to feel love, not a crush or puppy love. She'd forever regret it," I said, adding, "and she should be eighteen, or even better, thirty years old."

"Hmm. I'll ask her how much she loves the guy . . . whoever he is."

"Okay. Now I understand," I said.

"Understand what?" Gina asked, glancing up from her magazine, the sound of Sunday football coming from the television.

"Why some people get turned on by bondage. There was something exciting about you being at my mercy, sort of dangerously erotic."

Gina smiled. "There is something incredibly arousing about feeling helpless, too. Being at the mercy of someone you trust. The blindfold intensifies every sense, every touch, too. It might be because my imagination was enhancing everything. You should try it, Honey."

"Reverse roles?" I asked skeptically.

"What? Don't you trust your wife?" Gina asked slyly, her blue eyes twinkling.

"Yes . . . No . . . Maybe. Okay. I'll try it . . . once."

"Tonight?"

"Um . . . okay."

"This ought to be fun," Gina said with a mysterious smile.

I began to regret my decision.

GINA TURNED HER ATTENTION back to the magazine and smiled to herself. It had taken three weeks of subtle hints and comments to get Ken to this stage. She felt warmth flush through her when she thought about what was to come. What would it look like? God, it would be so arousing. Poor Ken had no idea what was in store for him.

Ken looked like he was almost crucified; ankles bound together and tied to the bottom bed frame, arms outstretched just above his shoulders, handcuffs locking them to the left and right bed frame.

He was naked, muscular and trim, slender hips, a partial erection, more like a thick penis, resting on his stomach pointing to a hip, muscular runner's thighs. His eyes were covered in a sleeping mask, hair attractively mussed.

Smiling, Gina bent over the bed and kissed his lips gently, softly. "Remember, Honey, everything will feel slightly different without sight. Okay?"

He nodded. "You're gonna behave, aren't you?" he asked.

Gina let a sneaky smile emerge. "Maybe." Moving to the bedroom door she paused briefly to turn on the Bose radio, soft jazz filling the bedroom. It seemed to suite the subtle lighting, she thought. Gina opened the bedroom door and gestured. Lucy entered wearing a canary yellow cotton camisole and matching panties, eyes huge and excited, a nervous smile on her pretty face. Very sexy, Gina thought, inspecting her little girl. Taking Lucy's hand she led her daughter over to the bed.

She could feel a nervous tremor in Lucy's hand and see her sweet blue eyes wide open and staring at her naked father on the bed. A sweet blush emerged. A tremor of excitement shook Gina. She motioned for Lucy to be quiet and smiled in encouragement. Guiding her daughter's hand by the wrist she placed it on Ken's thigh, moving it, showing Lucy how to caress gently.

"How does that feel?" Gina asked Ken with a smile.

"Soft," he answered.

Pointing, Gina indicated her husband's penis. Guiding Lucy's hand ever higher on the inside of Ken's thigh, they both watched him slowly become erect. He moaned quietly when Lucy's hand cupped his testicles, her eyes wide.

Holding Lucy's wrist Gina guided her daughter's hand up and onto the shaft. His erection swelled and thickened at the gentle, hesitant touch.

"How does it feel, Honey?" Gina asked Ken.

I FELT A HAND gently take my erection and squeeze. "It feels good. Different but good," I said. Blind, Gina's touch felt hesitant and softer, more exploratory. Another gentle squeeze and I throbbed in response.

"Your hand feels smaller, Honey," I said. Then I groaned and trembled. Soft, soft lips delicately kissed my crown and a hand stroked my shaft gently. Blood surged into my cock to make it rigid, make it strain, make it feel thick and heavy. Another hand caressed my stomach and found my chest, teasing my nipples. Lips slipped down my crown, a mouth surrounding it in moist warmth. I felt the tickle of a tongue explore the ridge and touch the pee hole. I swelled again.

Air felt cool on my cock when Gina's mouth let me go. The rustle of clothes reached me. I imagined Gina slipping her sexy panties down, her bra falling. Smiling, my erection strained up off my stomach.

The bed dipped slightly. Warm legs straddled my thighs, so much lighter than I expected; Gina being unusually careful, maybe teasing me. A hand caressed my erection lovingly, gently, slow strokes along my stiff shaft. Her gentleness was stunningly arousing.

I felt knees shuffle up my sides and, God, warmth touched my cock. Unusually, without sight, I felt more moisture and less pubic hair. It was as if a freshly baked bun was gently surrounding my shaft, warm, silky and moist. My erection strained. I could picture it so vividly. It was Gina's labia spreading.

And then, feeling so slight and light on me, Gina began to hump my shaft, slippery warmth stroking me, caressing me, sensual strokes. I could see it in my mind's eye, her pussy plumped out around me. Blind, the sensations were magnified a hundred-fold. My wife felt light on me, her pussy stroking me gently, almost hesitantly. I thought I sensed tremors in her thighs gripping my sides. It was intensely arousing. Being bound and unable to reach out and grab her, unable to force her down harder on my shaft, was sweet agony.

LUCY SHOOK. Tremors passed through her body in waves. Dad's erection felt huge pressed to her pussy, thick and hot, impossibly big. Just staring at the swollen head where it poked out from her crotch made her want to cum. I'm sitting on Dad's erection! She glanced up at Mom.

Mom smiled in encouragement, her eyes guiding, encouraging and sparkling with arousal, too.

Trying to remain quiet was incredibly hard. Lucy felt the needed to snort or gasp each time she stroked her aching pussy along Dad's erection. Her clit was going wild, her nipples hurting they were so sensitive. Nothing, nothing had prepared her for how erotic and arousing this was. Nothing in her wildest dreams had come close to the sensuousness, the excitement of rubbing her pussy along Dad's cock. She was so near to experiencing what she'd seen Mom and Dad do.

Tremors intensified, pulses of pleasure radiating from her clit. Lucy grabbed her little breasts and almost groaned aloud when she squeezed hard, pleasure radiating, nipples so sensitive and beautifully sore. Her eyes closed and she concentrated on the amazing sensations bombarding her. She wanted to pant. She wanted to cry out. And then, when Dad's crown slipped down across her clit and back out the front, silky and slippery, Lucy couldn't stop herself. She no longer had control of her body. Her climax rolled in, a hot flush cascading through her. Her body twitched and pleasure erupted, bliss flooding her brain. She clenched, her tummy trembling, cumming, oh God, cumming Daddy!

SENSATIONS WERE BOMBARDING ME. I was so aroused. I was so damned hard it felt like my erection would burst. Gina was an amazing tease, moving so lightly on me. I wanted to reach out and hold her down, press her against my cock. I wanted to penetrate her, take her. Need was thundering through me like I'd never experienced, the tease too much.

"God Almighty, enough, Gina," I gasped.

Then the blindfold was removed, Gina's face close to me, eyes twinkling with mischief, and an "I know something you don't" smile. She kissed my lips gently, her hand on my cheek.

It hit me. Her hand on my cheek? And two on my stomach? What the . . .

"Surprise," Gina whispered, moving away from me to let me see.

Breath whooshed out explosively. I saw a sight no father had seen. I saw a thirteen-year-old daughter naked astride me, eyes tightly closed, a frown on her pretty face, her body trembling in the full sway of a climax.

I saw two tiny breasts, newly formed, widely spaced, perfectly mounded and riding high. I saw little pink areolae flushed and stippled and tiny hard nipples. My little girl's barely pubescent breasts made my mouth water when I uncontrollably imagined sucking them into my mouth.

I watched my daughter climaxing and as my eyes traced down her slender young body, a huge desire ravished me at the sight of my little girl's pussy. God, but it was plump and bulging out around my shaft. Lucy had the silkiest dusting of fresh pubic hairs, just a few emphasizing her immaturity, her youth, yet alluringly close to pubescence. I'd never seen anything so outrageously sexy, so immediately desirable.

And what had me shaking physically was the size discrepancy, my erection seeming massive, her little pussy way too small.

Gina wrestled my attention away from Lucy just as her shaking body calmed, a red flush spreading on her chest.

"Your daughter decided a while ago she wanted her daddy to be her first. Someone, she said, that she loved and trusted the most in this world."

Gina bent to my ear. "Our little girl saw you and I making love and she's dreamed of doing it exactly the same way with you. What do you think, Honey? Does she deserve to have her dream come true? Can you give our daughter that gift?"

The sensuality of the situation, my heightened state of arousal and sylphic whispers from my wife combined to act like Novocain on my morals, deadening better judgment and common sense. I found the prospect of making love to Lucy one of the most exciting and arousing things I'd ever considered. I wanted my little girl. I wanted her badly.

"Okay," I managed to whisper, tugging at the handcuffs that restrained me. Damn but I wanted to hold my little girl, hug her, love her.

"Not yet, Honey," Gina whispered. "Lucy, baby. Are you ready?"

"Uh-huh," Lucy answered tremulously.

My little girl looked at me. A radiant, beautiful smile appeared making my heart palpitate.

"Love you, Dad," she said softly, her hand gently taking my hard, aching erection. She leaned forward, her pretty face nearing mine, large deep blue eyes full of adoration. Soft little lips touched mine. "Mmm," she murmured with a sweet blush before rising, a soft smile playing across her moist lips. I tugged at the handcuffs again wanting to take my little girl in my arms. The bed shook.

Lucy rose up on her knees and I saw her little pussy, full, labia flushed red and cleft spread open, the long clitoral hood, the glisten of moisture inside her small sexy cleft. My eyes were locked on the sight of my daughter slipping the crown of my erection back through her cleft and across her inflamed clit to nestle the tip to her. Holding my shaft she moved. I felt it; a slow circular movement, gently worming my crown deeper and deeper, plump little labia pushed aside, bulging then stretching to hug my crown. It was outrageously arousing.

My erection looked impossibly large. It looked huge nestled to her little pussy and I now began to worry about hurting her. Lucy's head was bent as she watched herself, her blonde hair a curtain partially obscuring her face. Little breasts seemed . . . swollen, firm, upright. And then I felt it. I felt the tip of my erection pressed to her tiny entrance. It felt like I'd hit a wall, no possible way in.

"Lucy. Gina," I gasped, heart pounding, wanting them to stop, pause, just wait for a moment so I could let the sudden wave of dizziness pass.

An unbelievable sensation hit.

Gina kissed my cheek gently. "Isn't it beautiful?" she whispered.

Lucy exhaled as if she'd been holding her breath and I felt her entrance dilate. I felt my little girl's pussy stretch slowly, slowly, gradually slipping over my crown. I felt her, silky and slippery and I was harder than I'd ever been. She paused, rose and settled again, pressing down.

I gasped. Her pussy surrounded my crown, oozing over and hugging me in a velvet hold, tight, hot, and intensely erotic. I could actually feel her entrance tight around my shaft. And my God, the sight was astonishing. Lucy kneeling astride me, my seemingly monstrous erection pointing up, the tip disappearing into a stretched little pussy, immature labia stretched and her slight dusting of blonde pubes only emphasizing her youth. It made this very, very real. I was actually penetrating my daughter! I was actually penetrating my thirteen-year-old little girl!

"Jeeeezus," I groaned, my erection swelling. Damn Lucy was so tight.

Her head rose. Blue eyes glittered at me. Lucy smiled, proud, excited. "It's in, Dad. Can you feel it?"

No shit, Sherlock! Before I could say anything, Lucy pressed down. There was no progress, Lucy's little vagina too tight, too small. She lifted slightly and pressed down again and I felt it. I felt my crown slip in slightly, so tight. Lucy moved up and down again. My cock throbbed and swelled, achingly stiff, making her feel even tighter. But precum must have been released. Suddenly my little girl's vagina felt like liquid velvet. Suddenly I was slipping in smoothly as she rose and fell. I could feel her insides parting and massaging. I could picture my erection slowly penetrating my daughter deeper and deeper. I watched her hugely stretched pussy gradually work its way down my thick shaft and I began to pant, my heart racing. I'd never experienced anything like it.

Then I felt it. I felt my tip press gently against her deepest part. God help me, I was buried in my daughter. I was fully penetrating her immature little pussy.

"God Almighty," I gasped.

Lucy glanced up at me with a proud smile. "I've got you, Daddy. You're all the way in. Do you like it?" she asked, a blush intensifying, her hand gently holding her lower stomach as if testing how deeply I'd penetrated her small vagina.

"Sweet Jeezus!" I gasped, cock swelling in her, my little girl so tight. "You feel . . . You feel . . ."

"Tight?" Gina asked in a whisper. "Does your little girl feel tight?"

Fuck me! The agony was excruciating. I was now desperate to hold her, to pull her small body down onto me and hold my daughter in a tight loving hug, fondle her sweet buttocks, thrust up into her. I was desperate to take my little girl and seek release. But no.

Stunned, I saw a miracle. I watched my little girl smile, her eyes close slowly and then the smile faded. An expression of concentration emerged. She moved exquisitely slowly making small circular motions, her seductive little pussy pressed to my groin, bulging and plump and excitingly immature. Her head slowly bowed. Her hand held her lower stomach as if she adored feeling my erection inside her. A flush appeared on her chest above small sexy young breasts and slowly spread up. Her areolae turned dark pink, little nipples hard.

Lucy sighed. A soft moan followed when she moved slightly, a circular motion that, had I not been buried deeply inside her, I might have missed. It was enough to stimulate my crown. She followed it up with a gentle, gentle clench, squeezing my aching erection with her tight pussy. Her almost hairless vulva was pressed to my groin, bulging, so damned sexy. The only movement I felt was my crown being gently stimulated as it rubbed against her cervix. God her pussy was so tight.

She moved again, slightly, a circular motion, gently stimulating my crown. I watched her reddened clit rubbing against me. This was agony. This was ecstasy. My erection swelled hard making Lucy exquisitely tighter. She moved again, gently. I groaned. Suddenly I recognized the movement. I recognized what she was doing. My little girl was imitating her mother, replicating how we'd made love. This was unbelievably sexy. Now more than ever I wanted to hold my little girl in my arms, hug her to me, feel her small body against me as we made love.

And then Lucy stunned me. One hand gently caressed her small breast. She inhaled deeply. "Oh Mom," she sighed. Her slender young thirteen-year-old body twitched. I felt her tight vagina clamp on my straining erection and it hit me. My little girl was about to cum! My little girl was about to climax on me with my erection buried inside her!

Jesus H. Christ!

"Gina," I gasped, "please God open the handcuffs! I need to hold her!"

Lucy grunted quietly, her pelvis jerking with another wave of pleasure, eyes closed, a sexy frown creasing her brow. I was desperate and on the edge, aching to cum with my little girl.

Before my hands were free, Lucy groaned. Her little pussy clenched hard. "Cumming, Daddy," she moaned, her body twitching, hands now caressing her little breasts.

I had no control. I had no choice. It was all too overwhelming for me. My erection strained, swelled. "Oh Jesus," I gasped. Semen charged up my shaft to explode into my little girl, pleasure erupting.

Lucy gasped. "I feel you, Daddy." She clamped down, another wave of her climax hitting, her small body shaking.

My hands were released. I reached out and pulled Lucy down onto me, my cock swelling, semen blasting out in a powerfully, agonizingly pleasurable spurt. Lucy's tight pussy pressed down on me. She moaned, her delicate little body twitching in my arms. "I feel you," I whispered to my darling as another heart-stopping wave hit me, erection swelling, a massive load of cum jetting out into my little girl, hot wetness flowing back along my shaft. Ecstasy thundered in. I hadn't stroked into her once and I was lost, cumming hard, swelling, spurting, dizzy with unbelievable pleasure, holding my little girl to me, loving how small and delicate she was, stunned, absolutely stunned as I exploded, depositing cum inside her little pussy in glorious pulse after pulse until nothing was left, just a racing heart, a flush of love permeating me and an intense desire to do it all again.

Peace arrived in time with my slowing heart rate. It felt like I was drained, sexually sated. My erection faded. I was expelled from Lucy's slippery vagina by small residual clenches that shook her body gently. I wanted to hug her forever, feel my wife next to me and drift off to sleep. I almost did, too. But Gina stirred and shook Lucy.

"Let's get cleaned up, Lucy," she whispered.

Giving me a gentle kiss and a loving smile, Gina helped Lucy off me and both left for the bathroom. Sitting up, I untied my legs, flopped back down and closed my eyes, smiling. That had been one of the greatest experiences of my life.

LUCY FELT DRAINED AND tired, so tired.

"So how was it?" Mom asked as she dampened a hand towel. Lucy smiled. She could still feel Dad's semen leaking a bit, slippery and warm. She could still feel how thick and big he'd been; how arousing it had been to have him inside her; so much better than a dildo.

But more than anything, watching Dad's beautiful eyes when his erection swelled, watching Dad as he climaxed inside her and feeling the flood of wetness, feeling Dad actually cumming in her, was spectacular. It was almost better than her own climax. Mom had been right, feeling Dad cum, knowing he'd been aroused by her and that he'd liked making love with her was the best part by far.

"It was fantastic, Mom. Now I know why you're so happy together," Lucy responded, spreading her knees to let Mom wipe her pussy with the warm wet towel.

"You'll leak more, Lucy. Don't worry about it. If you want, you can put panties and a pad on."

"No thanks. Can I sleep with you both tonight?"

"Of course you will, Sweetheart. Where did you think you were going to sleep?" Mom asked, caressing Lucy's cheek, smiling gently. Post-coital cuddling was one of the best parts of making love. Gina bent and kissed Lucy's lips softly. "Let's go clean your dad up, shall we?"

SLEEP WAS ALMOST UPON me, Gina cuddled to one side, Lucy sound asleep on my other side. I listened to Gina breathe gently and hugged her tighter, thanking my good fortune, my love for her even stronger. She stirred.

"I just realized that the next fantasy is yours. What do you want?" she asked, adding, "I wonder what Lucy's fantasies will be about. That ought to be exciting."

For a moment I pondered that. What would a thirteen-year-olds' sexual fantasies be like? Hmmm.

But for me I knew what I wanted to try, something I had always found titillating and scary. "I'd like to have sex in public," I said. "Somehow so no one will know what you and I are doing. Not a blow job, but intercourse."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've never done it. The swimming pool doesn't count. And there has to be the threat of getting caught or seen."

Gina snuggled close. "Okay. That sounds interesting. Let me noodle it around a bit."

It was a lazy Sunday, early afternoon, hot. The air-conditioner was working overtime to cool the house.

I felt at ends, restless. Wandering through the empty kitchen I considered going for a swim or maybe fixing the rain gutter; it had been blocked for some reason, only showing the problem when water cascaded over during rare rain storms.

Gina was off at the Porter Valley Country Club for her Sunday tennis matches and not due home until five o'clock or so. Tennis! There's a thought. Maybe Lucy would like to play some tennis.

I climbed the stairs and knocked at her door.

"Lucy?"

"Come in, Dad," she answered, muffled by the door.

Lucy, on her bed, was on her side with a laptop computer open. She was wearing her perennial outfit, a small lime green cotton camisole and light-gray hip-hugging sweat shorts, her feet bare.

Looking at my daughter, her smile bright and deep blue eyes so attractive, I felt a flush of love. That flush morphed into yearning and desire rather quickly at the sight of a small mound shaping the front of her camisole and the swell of compact little buttocks shaping soft cotton sweats. I became distracted by a bare midriff and little navel.

"What's up? she asked.

"Um . . . I'm bored. I was wondering if you wanted to play some tennis with me," I answered, still distracted but now by little toes with pink nail polish.

"Dad . . . Dad?"

"Hmmm?" I tore my eyes away from her bare feet. Bright eyes were watching me full of impishness. A gorgeous smile played across my little girl's face.

"If you're bored, wanna play around?" she asked.

"Play around?"

"Uh-huh. Be naughty?" she asked with a big smile, eyes twinkling charmingly.

My reaction was startling. I couldn't remember when I'd become erect so quickly. But erect I was. "Do you want to?" I asked rather dumbly.

Lucy closed her laptop and, rolling onto her front, placed it down on the floor. She glanced over her shoulder at me, smiled and wiggled her scrumptious bum.

Grinning, I crawled onto the bed until I was hovering over her. Bending down my lips found her neck and I kissed, inhaling her scent at the same time. Lowering myself I rested on her. It was a new and very exciting experience. Lucy felt so small under me, so petite and young and slender. I found it inordinately arousing. I loved how small she was. It made her so illicitly attractive, very naughty.

Lucy murmured when I kissed her neck. She slowly squeezed her buttocks and pushed up against me. My arousal intensified. Caressing her side, my hand moved up from her slender hip until the tips of my fingers brushed the side of her little breast.

She sighed and tilted slightly lifting her chest off the bed far enough for my hand to slip under, and I had a bra-less perky young boob pressed to my palm. I had my thirteen-year-olds little breast in my hand and it was so damned sexy.

"It's perfect, Honey," I whispered, gently caressing it. "I love your boobs."

Lucy twisted her head to glance back at me. I kissed her gently, soft lips touching mine. It was very exciting. But it became even more exciting when Lucy tried to turn under me. Lifting up I gave her room. She twisted onto her back and I settled down on her again. Lips touched in a slow kiss, her eyes studying me for a brief moment before closing, head tilting. Arms came up to hug me. Legs wormed their way out from under me to rise and wrap around me. And then a tongue emerged.

Lying on my little girl I chased her frisky tongue, toying with it before pressing into her mouth, feeling her teeth, seeking and finding her moist tongue. Lucy moaned. Her tongue caressed mine in an amazingly sexual kiss. I quite drowned in my daughter's kiss until she slowly pressed her groin up at me. My reaction was to hunch, reaching down to hold a petite cotton-covered buttock, and press the bulge of my erection against my little girl's pussy.

For a few exquisite moments we teased each other, humping and kissing, our tongues active. I felt like a teenager again. But for me it proved too much. Lucy's sexy writhing and her astoundingly arousing kiss had me aching and almost stupid.

My hand slipped under her camisole. I moved off her slightly to the side. Smooth young silky skin passed under my palm. Then lightheadedness overcame me. A petite, firm, not-quite-mature breast mounded up delectably from Lucy's chest. It was a perfect mound, small, uniformly shaped and topped by a tiny hard bead.

"Jesus. It's gorgeous, Lucy," I whispered, breaking the kiss, the excitement of fondling my little girl too much. She moaned and pressed up against my touch. Her hand found the back of my head in an intensely loving caress.

Her eyes opened. Heat burned, arousal writhing through pools of blue. I tweaked a tiny nipple and Lucy flushed, her mouth slamming into mine, tongue worming into my mouth. When I sucked her tongue Lucy gasped into my mouth.

Suddenly she reached up and grabbed my hand pulling it away from her petite boob. Urging me to move off to the side she guided my hand down across her flat stomach. My fingertips slipped under the waist of her sweat shorts, found the elastic of her panties, wormed underneath and suddenly, to the sound of Lucy moaning, I held her sweet little pussy in my hand. It was warm, the few silky pubic hairs tickling my palm. It was sensuously mounded feeling full and ripe. It was erotically petite. I started shaking when my middle finger found slippery moisture at the base of her short cleft.

Feeling my little girl aroused was stunningly exciting. Feeling her plump pussy was amazing. And when I curled my middle finger and soft, soft labia parted, when I felt my little girl's cleft, warm and moist, Lucy tore her mouth from me.

"Daddy," she exhaled, her hand gripping my wrist.

My fingertip slipped through her small cleft easily. It found the bump of her clitoris, small and hard. Caressing it gently, I pressed my aching erection against her thigh and Lucy reacted. Her hand dropped my wrist and started fumbling at my jeans, trying to open them desperately. She twisted slightly. Her move pressed my finger off her clit, down through her cleft and suddenly it penetrated her little vagina, tight around me, buried to the first knuckle, moist and very snug.

Lucy let out what sounded like a grunt, her eyes closed. She twitched spastically and I had my finger completely inside her little vagina, surrounded by warm, moist silk, gripped tightly. I caressed her g-spot, the slightly rough spot on the upper side.

"Daddy!" she gasped and, to my amazement, Lucy climaxed.

It was spectacular. From gasps and snorts and frowns, her little body jerking, to my finger being massaged by her clenching vagina, Lucy gave me an amazingly erotic experience. She gasped and grunted her way through wave after wave of pleasure, her legs closing around my hand, body humping. I fucked her gently with my finger helping her climax and, when she collapsed limply, withdrew and gently squeezed her moist pussy.

I was now urgently horny. Even in my youth I'd never experienced anything like Lucy's orgasm. Seeing a young girl cum was exceptionally erotic. And now I needed release. I ached with horniness, with desire. I ached to feel my little girl under me, make love to her. I ached badly.

Despite the thundering need I held Lucy, cuddling her. It didn't ease my condition but it did bring me joy. Eventually Lucy sighed.

"That was so good, Dad," she said. "As good as Mom. Maybe even better."

It took a moment for her statement to penetrate the fog of arousal and when it did, when I realized the full import of what she'd said, I inhaled sharply. "Tell me," I said. "Everything," I clarified. And to my astonishment Lucy happily told me all about the plan. She stunned me with the depth of their conniving.

But when Lucy described Gina teaching her, them playing together, my wife having sex with my daughter, my astonishment was rudely shoved aside by pure, unadulterated lust. I groaned it hurt so much.

"What's the matter?" Lucy asked, eyebrows arched, innocence on her sweet face.

I frowned at her.

She giggled. "Are you horny, Dad? Is that why you're squinting at me?"

Lucy demonstrated a wonderful sense of humor by adding, "Mom should be home soon. Then you two can get it on."

Her squeals of laughter filled her bedroom when I suddenly wrestled with her, tugging, pulling, yanking. Her lime green camisole fell to the floor, my eyes locked on how her little breasts jiggled so firmly.

Her light-gray sweat shorts were thrown towards the door as Lucy turned and laughed. But when she lay back and saw my expression and the heated desire in my eyes, Lucy's laughter died.

Gorgeous blue eyes studied me. My little girl smiled sweetly, almost shyly. Her hands reached for plain white cotton panties and slowly, lifting her bum, drew them down, exposing her succulent pussy with a sparse dusting of blonde pubic hairs. The panties slipped from her bent legs. She held them between fingers, arm outstretched over the edge of the bed. Fingers opened. Soft cotton panties fell.

"All done," she whispered. "You're still dressed, Dad. How come?"

"Right!" I exploded into action.

A minute later I wasn't dressed, problem solved, and I was lying next to my sexy little naked nymph with a raging erection. I bent and kissed her. Her hand found my cock and closed around the shaft, squeezing gently, deliciously. Damn I was so horny. Moving my head down I did what I'd been dreaming of. I took one of her succulent little boobs into my mouth, the whole boob, so firm and delicious. I loved her moan when I sucked. I loved teasing her tiny beaded nipple with my tongue.

But then fists grabbed my hair and pulled me away from my newfound friends. Her knee tried to worm itself under my leg. I kissed her quickly taking a moment to suck her lower lip before rising and moving between her legs, hovering above my little girl, erection straining and drooling. Horniness was now driving me.

I looked down at her. I studied her. So young. So petite. So sexy. Absolutely perfect. Lucy reached for my erection. When I lowered myself to kiss her again she guided it, the tip kissing her pussy and leaving a slippery trail of precum.

I kissed her gently. "I'm rather desperate, Lucy. I might not last long," I warned.

Lucy smiled at me, a sweet smile. "S'okay, Dad. I've already cum once."

Propping myself on one straight arm I reached down and took her hand off my shaft, holding it myself. I stared, inflamed by the sight of an adult erection poised at my daughter's little vulva. The size difference seemed huge and very arousing. The contrast was thrilling, making me ache with desire.

And then the tip touched her little cleft, slipped down over her pubic bone, and pressed against her small clit, her plump labia separating. I trembled at the sight. My crown was partially hugged, nestled at the base of her short cleft. I was pulsing and throbbing. Lucy's pussy felt moist and warm and small and exciting.

Pressing forward, my arm shaking and Lucy holding onto my forearm with one hand, her other on my shoulder, I watched her little pussy bulge, refusing to yield to such a large intruder. I pressed harder and saw a miracle.

I watched her vulva give in, labia spreading and stretching, my crown oozing into her. I felt her opening, a tight, tight ring edging over my bulbous head. Lucy inhaled.

"It this okay? Are you hurting?" I asked heatedly.

"It's okay, Dad. Just a bit big."

Then she pressed, catching me by surprise. My crown popped in, pressure abating and I was held snugly, labia stretched around my thick shaft. It looked obscene and thrilling. An adult erection penetrating a little girl, me penetrating my daughter, had my heart racing. God I wanted her.

Letting my shaft go I lowered myself onto her, loving how small and delicate Lucy felt under me. Her bent knees were pressed to the bed, flat, out to the side.

"You feel so good. Am I too heavy, Sweetheart?" I asked.

Lucy smiled. Her arms reached up to my neck, hands intertwining behind. She pulled. "It feels good to me, too. I like how heavy you are."

And as I relaxed at her words, I fell off the edge of the cliff. My erection slipped into her, pressing and sinking until it was completely buried in her little pussy. I throbbed and ached, the constant state of arousal too much.

Reaching down I found a sexy little buttock and grasped it. Bending my head I buried my face into the top of my little girl's head, inhaling her scent. I let myself go, giving myself over to the urgency inside, slowly withdrawing from her tight, tight vagina, reversing, sinking deep, wrapped in a velvet heaven. I did it again, my crown swelling as it pressed against the very end of my thirteen-year-olds vagina, a hand gripping a sexy small buttock and pulling her against me.

A pulse of pleasure hit. I was making love with my daughter. I was holding my naked little girl. I was having sex with her, penetrating her and it was so illicit it thrilled me.

"I'm not going to last, Lucy," I moaned, withdrawing from her spectacular pussy and thrusting in, tight and moist, heavenly.

"That's okay," she whispered, pressing her sexy pussy up at me. "You can cum, Dad."

I lost it. I let go. I started fucking Lucy gently at first, long slow strokes, beautiful, beautiful. Heat and need emerged. I began to move faster, my little girl's pussy so tight, so sexy. I fucked my little girl more firmly, hunching in, pressing deep, trying to get in further and further. Pressure built; a need to cum, a desperate need for release.

Moving ever faster I began to thrust hard, urgent, Lucy's little body moving under me with each shove. My hand gripped her sweet little bum. I thrust and withdrew, fucking my daughter harder, harder, and suddenly I was there.

"Lucy," I warned, shoving my erection deep, pulling her to me tightly. I held my little girl, paused, erection swelling in her, growing bigger, pressure, pressure.

"Oh Jesus!" I gasped. Semen exploded up my shaft to spurt hard and hot into her young body. I withdrew and thrust, swelling, exploding, hot thick semen flooding my crown, bliss erupting.

"Yessss, Daddy," Lucy whispered.

Fuck! Fuck! The brakes released. In a storm of pleasure I humped, thrust, fucked, swelled and exploded into Lucy's little pussy, semen spurting with aching pain, thrusting and rutting, pleasure crashing into me. I thrust and spurted in an intense, intense orgasm, body cramping, toes curling. I fucked my little girl spewing cum into her until only agony was left, drained, exhausted, sated.

Hearing returned. Peace descended, muscles became liquid. I settled heavily on little Lucy.

Lucy gave me a gift. She let me lay on her, let me enjoy how beautiful her petite body felt under me. She let my erection fade inside her, her hands caressing my back. Eventually I rolled to her side.

I fell asleep and didn't hear my daughter telling her mother why I was sleeping in her bed.

"Now remember," Gina said with a smile.

LUCY'S EYES SPARKLED WITH excitement as she gathered her backpack. "Don't worry, Mom. How can I forget! Gawd, it's gonna be hard to concentrate today."

"Later," Gina replied and, with a wave and a smile she left Lucy at the school gates.

Gina puttered around until Ken returned at eleven fifteen, suffering from a constant state of excitement. She'd been right. Seeing Ken with Lucy had stirred something inside her, a vicarious pleasure she'd never known. She found it startlingly sensual, arousing, and erotic. Watching Ken love their daughter was so illicit and so attractive, making him even more desirable.

The sound of the front door opening pulled Gina away from her musings, her bra feeling rough against tender nipples. She got up to greet Ken.

"We'll take your car," she said, kissing his cheek. "I've heard Sansouci is fabulous."

I HAD NOT REALLY understood why Gina insisted we go to Sansouci in Malibu for a Wednesday lunch. But when Gina insisted with a gleam in her gorgeous blue eyes I knew better than to decline.

Taking my two-seater 1972 MG ragtop was fun. The convertible top down, California sun warming my face, wind blowing through my hair, and the burble of exhaust as I revved the small engine made me relax. The Pacific moved with languid swells, salt and kelp smells in the air. Gina looked particularly happy, her smile making my chest ache even after so many years.

Lunch was perfect; long and relaxed. Langoustines were followed by a tender milk-fed veal picata in a spicy paprika cream sauce, fresh asparagus and a Boston and arugula salad. A cocktail was followed by a light and bright white Private Selection Chardonnay from the Mondavi vineyards. I was quite tipsy by the time lunch was over.

Gina drove us home, the cocktail and wine too much for me. The MG purred like a kitten while refreshing air blowing though my hair helped clear my head. I reached out to lay my arm across Gina's shoulders and enjoyed the passing scenery. Life was good and Gina kept throwing me these looks, a promise of pleasure in my future. Yes, life was very good. I checked my watch; quarter to three. Plenty of time for some sexy fun.

"Fancy a roll in the proverbial hay?" I asked, eyebrows moving to emphasize my offer.

She laughed. Maybe she thought I wasn't serious. Perhaps if she felt the evidence in my lap she would take me seriously.

"Jesus, Ken!" she exclaimed with a laugh when I guided her hand to my bulge. The car swerved slightly before control was restored. Gina laughed again. "Just you wait," she said.

I paid no attention to Gina's driving, just turning my face up to the sun. That is, until we missed our turnoff. "Honey, home's that way," I advised my directionally challenged wife, pointing behind us.

"We're picking Lucy up at school," Gina answered.

Slightly slowed from alcohol, it took me a couple of minutes. "Um, Gina, sweetheart. You know we only have two seats. There's no room for Lucy."

Gina glanced at me before turning right. "She'll sit in your lap until we get home."

"That's illegal," I pointed out.

"I'll take the back roads home. Ah, here she is. Over here, Lucy!"

"Hey Mom! Hi Dad!"

Lucy gave me a big, mind-wiping smile as she dumped her backpack in the trunk. I grinned rather stupidly and opened my arms and hugged her as she plunked herself in my lap; light and petite.

Just for the hell of it I drew her hair back and nuzzled and kissed her neck, inhaling her scent. Gina had the wheels squealing as we took off, the school left behind. "Jesus, Ken! Someone might have seen that!"

"Kiss me again, Dad," Lucy said, apparently not disturbed in the least.

I complied rather eagerly, Lucy taking my hand in hers, guiding it to where her slender thigh was exposed below a sexy beige tartan school skirt.

"Guess what?" she said.

"What?" I asked, enjoying her neck and considering giving her a hickey.

"Feel this," she said, drawing my hand up the inside of a gorgeous firm thigh, a young thigh, a soft thigh.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed at the feel of a naked little pussy. "Did you go to school without . . . Gina! Did you let your daughter go to school without panties?" I asked, shocked, still feeling my little girl's sexy little pussy.

Gina and Lucy burst into laughter, Lucy suddenly moving around on my lap.

"No, Ken. Jeez you're slow. Remember your fantasy? Sex in public?" Gina asked.

Lucy's small hand fishing around in my lap suddenly became clear, her fingers finding my zipper.

"I . . . You can't be serious," I exclaimed, still holding my little girl's sexy pussy, my erection growing stronger with each passing traffic light.

"Dad. Move your hand," Lucy commanded, rising slightly off my lap. I obeyed, still shocked until Lucy's hot little fingers popped my pants open, fished down, found my erection and pulled it out.

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe this was really going to happen. I mean, here we were cruising around a residential neighborhood with my thirteen-year-old shifting around on my lap, her hand firmly grasping my erection, all hidden by a short, pleated, beige tartan school skirt.

The back of that skirt flipped up. A small bum moved up, Lucy holding onto the windscreen with one hand, the other between her legs. This was outrageously dangerous.

I held her small waist and groaned when moist softness brushed across the tip of my erection. I throbbed. Then it got better. Lucy carefully seated the tip against her pussy and started moving slowly. I felt her pussy expand and spread over my crown. Gina hit a drainage cover. The car jerked. Lucy gasped and my cock popped in, held in her perfect, tight pussy.

Now lodged in the right place, Lucy proceeded to lift and lower, working herself down until I was buried in her, my painful erection surrounded by a velvet hug, tight, so damned arousing, two seductive bare buttocks pressed to my lap.

"Good. All in. He's all in, Mom," Lucy declared with a grin and a clench.

"How does it feel?" my wife inquired. She sounded husky to me. I recognized her arousal!

"Full, Mom. Dad's really big for some reason. Why?"

"Why don't you ask your father?" my wife kindly proposed.

Before anything was said, Gina found a railway crossing, taking it at speed. The MG leapt up and slammed down. Lucy grunted. I grunted, the tip of my erection slamming into her end. Two minutes later we made the return journey, bumping over the tracks, my erection shoved deep to Lucy's grunts.

Words were forgotten. Lucy started sliding back and forth on my lap, rubbing the tip of my crown against the entrance to her little womb. I reached under the sexy little skirt and found her sparse pubes, her moist and slippery little cleft and, with Lucy groaning, her beaded clit. Exploring deeper I felt my erection stretching her little vagina.

With Gina grinning and steering for every pothole and drainage grate at the side of the road, I caressed my daughter's clit. She moved faster, back and forth, humping me, shuddering. When we hit a red light Lucy stopped, drivers to our left glancing at us, smiling at Lucy's wave. I grimaced. Lucy was gently tightening her pussy, squeezing and relaxing, milking my erection and distracting me.

With a green light and moving again, Lucy resumed right where she left off moving back and forth. Gina turned left into Reseda Boulevard beginning the long uphill climb to our house. I teased my daughter's clit, my cock straining.

Checking behind and in front, seeing no one, I gently fondled my little girl's small breast over her school blouse, finding her tiny nipple and gently pinching it. It was as if I hit the launch switch on a rocket.

Lucy jerked hard.

"Uh," she grunted. "Cumming Daddy!" she exclaimed as if I couldn't feel her tight little vagina clamping down on me rhythmically with each wave of pleasure. I winced at her clench, so damned tight.

"Cum, Daddy," Lucy gasped. "Cum with me!"

Fuck. Holding my climaxing little daughter around her waist, my other hand cupping her almost hairless pussy, I thrust up into her while tugging her down. Fuck. Beautiful. I did it again. That was enough. I exploded. Semen erupted in a magnificent burst of pleasure, cum jetting into her little womb. I gasped and swelled and thrust, exploding again, hot wetness surrounding my crown, Lucy writhing and climaxing on me. I fucked my little darling, thrusting up and spurting in glorious release, thrusting and spurting so hard and so much that I felt hot, wet semen soaking our crotches. I came hard fucking my daughter, wind in my face, a gorgeous little girl writhing on my erection. I came completely, drained completely, satisfied completely, panting, heart racing.

Gina glanced across at me when I buried my face in Lucy's hair and inhaled the scent of sexually aroused little girl.

"So, Ken. How was public sex? As exciting as you'd imagined?" she asked with a smile.

Bugger me. "A hundred times better," I replied with a grin. "You've gotta try this."

Gina laughed. "Three more years before Lucy can drive. Maybe we can discuss something different to try until then?" She pulled into our drive and into the garage.

I discovered a new world; a hidden world that few were lucky enough to experience. I discovered a world of sexuality where physical and mental love converged. I was gifted with the beautiful attention of two females, the two most important females in my life.

I discovered the joy of fondling them, trying to slip my hand down inside their pants to grope sexy panty-clad bottoms, the intense pleasure of giggles and cries of surprise. I discovered the intense, intense sexiness of a mother and daughter French kissing in front of me. That led to my discovery of the joy of French kissing a thirteen-year-old in front of her mother. I discovered the delight of voyeurism, watching my wife and daughter make love. It was intense and sensual and arousing in the extreme.

Even more amazing was experiencing a ménage à trios. There were endless sexy combinations, too; Gina eating Lucy while I observed from behind, taking my wife with hard thrusts; or Lucy astride my face while Gina bounced on my erection with surprising enthusiasm, mother and daughter kissing and fondling.

But perhaps my favorite by far was entirely selfish. I absolutely loved making love to one while the other watched. I adored seeing Gina play with herself while watching me making love to her daughter. For some reason Gina seemed to get massively turned on when I held my little girl and caressed her small breasts. I discovered the pure pleasure of holding two lovers in my arms while watching television and randomly kissing or groping them, relishing the laughter and giggles it elicited. I also discovered the sexiness of watching Lucy masturbate, her eyes watching Gina and I making love, learning, absorbing what we did. I loved making love with my wife in front of my little girl. I had discovered an exhibitionist streak in me.

This new world was wonderful. But one evening it promised to get even better.

I was exhausted, sexually drained without a shred of horny left in my body. It was the first time I'd tried to satisfy both, moving from one to the other, fingering one while penetrating the other then reversing. It was the first time I felt the differences between mother and daughter so starkly; daughter much, much tighter, mother able to massage with a snug hold, both remarkably moist. It was the first time I came all over them, too, spurting hard on two naked, sexy bodies. Yes, it had been exhausting and very pleasant.

Gina and Lucy were whispering and I really didn't care what they were saying. I needed sleep rather desperately. Sex with two girls was like competing in the Olympics, more tiring than I could ever have imagined. The orgasm had been almost painful, too; a stomach cramping, toe curling painful.

I wanted to sleep. That's all, just sleep.

"Are you sure?" Gina asked rather suddenly, louder than a whisper.

"Uh-huh. I swear, Mom," Lucy replied.

I didn't care. I wasn't interested. I wanted to sleep.

"And Karen told you this?" Gina asked.

"Uh-huh. I said I didn't believe her, but we went to her place and after a bit, her mom said it was true," Lucy insisted.

I didn't care. I was drained and needed sleep. Rolling away from them, I closed my eyes.

"Marcie admitted it?" Gina asked with surprise in her voice.

Lucy's voice softened. "Yeah. Well, at least after I admitted you were teaching me, too. Then her mom admitted to showing Karen."

"How 'bout that. I'd never have guessed. Marcie and her daughter?"

I wasn't interested . . . at all. I wished they'd both quiet down.

"So," Lucy continued, "Karen's mom wants to talk to you. Karen doesn't have a dad and she wants to try like I did. At least that's what she said. Her mom said she couldn't do anything until you and her talk. I think her mom is attracted to Dad, too. Do you think Dad would want to make love with Karen? She's really pretty. Will you talk to Karen's mom?"

I wasn't tired at all. I pictured Karen, Lucy's best friend; curly brunette, frameless glasses emphasizing warm pretty brown eyes, slender physique like Lucy, and a remarkably bubbly personality that made everyone smile.

"I don't think your father would be that adventurous, Honey. It took so much just to get him to this point," my wife whispered.

I wasn't tired at all, not at all. "Who says I wouldn't be interested?" I exclaimed, rolling to face them.

Two pairs of blue eyes stared back at me. Two gorgeous ladies had grins plastered on their pretty faces.

My wife's eyes twinkled. "Told you it would work," she said to Lucy.

Lucy giggled.