"Dad can we have pizza tonight? We are starving!!!!" shouted Allie.

"Ok, ok let me call for it." I grumbled.

Living on the edge of town there was no such thing as delivery. I hopped in my old pickup and headed into town. I decided to stop at the store for a case of beer. I told myself  I deserved it after the long week, and it would go good with the pizza.

I drove home with the beer and pizza, and was met by the door by two hungry girls. Whoever said that girls dont like to eat should have watched those two devour the pizza. I think I managed to sneak a couple of pieces without losing a hand in the deal.

I took my beer and the paper out on the back deck. I decided that the movie the girls were going to watch was not of my liking. After three beers I needed to drain the radiator so to speak. I came in and went to the bathroom in the master bath. I thought I heard the door to the deck open and close quietly but figured it was my imagination. I headed back out to the living room, and movie was still going. I figured it could not be that good, because my daughter was half asleep. Sandy was sitting on the couch watching the tv screen.

"Must not be that good of a movie." I commented as I walked to the deck door.

"Nah." replied Sandy."I've seen it before. Kind of boring."

"Imagine that." I said as I walked out on to the deck.

Another hour and a couple of beers more I could see Allie fast asleep. Sandy was watching music videos and looked over to see me looking in the window. I turned back around and picked up what was left to read of the paper. I heard the door open and Sandy came out onto the deck.

"Sorry Allie kind of pooped out on you." I said.

"Its ok. Guess she was tired." Sandy replied.

We made small talk about school and classes, and then it was time to lose some of the beer I drank.

"I'll be back in a sec. Have to use the restroom."

I got up and headed in again to the bedroom. How is it that it seems like twice as much comes out as what you drink. Oh well. I had a good buzz and it had been a pretty quiet evening overall.

I headed back out to the deck. I noticed that Sandy had changed chairs. I told her that she could sleep on the couch or by the looks of things Allie would not be using her bed tonight since she was sacked out on the couch.

"How many beers have you had tonight anyway?" Sandy asked.

"Why are you writing a book?" I replied.

"No it just looks like you must like the taste. I have always wanted to taste it."

I reached into the case and opened one."Here. Have a sip. If you tell your mom I am going to be in trouble though."

"I am not going to tell." she said ernestly.

"Well then have the whole thing. I don't like drinking alone." I said as I reached for my own.

We talked for awhile more and Sandy had helped herself to two more beers. I was on my 8th beer and fourth bathroom break when I was thinking about bed.

"All of Allie's friends think you are hot." Sandy blurted out.

"What?" I stammered.

"Just thought you should know." she said.

"Why do I need to know that?" I asked.

"I don't know. Just said it." she replied.

"I am guessing you have had enough beer." I told her.

"If I tell you something will you promise not to tell or get mad?" she asked.

I looked at her and said "Well, depends on what it is."

I could see her deciding if she should say. She was not looking at me, and was squirming in her chair. "Never mind."

"Ok look it is late. I need to go to sleep. If there is something you want to tell me or talk about, you had better do it now." I said.

"Allie thinks you are hot and so do I." she blurted the words out so fast that I was not sure I heard her right.

"What?"

"Oh my god!" she whispered."I just messed up."

I sat there for awhile. I was afraid to speak. Not sure what to say, but could not ignore the fact that the words turned me on. "I am not sure what you mean." I said.

"Allie has seen you naked. Has seen you a lot. She has told me you were hot. Thats why I wanted to come tonight. I wanted to see how hot you were." she said.

"How could she see me naked? There is no way!" I shouted.

Sandy pointed through the curtain in my room. "She looks through there when you come out of the shower. She can see you."

I sat there stunned. My daughter window peeping on me.

"Were you looking in there tonight?" I asked.

Sandy looked away. It was as if she was afraid to speak."You can tell me." I said gently.

"Yes sir. I did." was her answer.

"What were you hoping to see?"

"I wanted to see what Allie sees." she said.

I was now turned on. Hard as a rock even. Thinking that this girl wanted to see me naked. "Why?" I asked.

"I wanted to see what you looked like." she said."Are you going to tell now?"

"I let you have beer. Who am I going to tell?" I replied.

My mind was racing, and my heart was pounding."If it makes you feel any better I was wondering what you looked like too." I said.

Her eyes looked up at mine."Really?" she asked.

"Really?" was all I could manage.

I was not sure what to do next. The wise thing was to go to bed. It was the wise thing, but not the thing that was winning the battle for my actions. We were looking at each other like it was a contest to see who would blink first.

"What is it you want to see?" I asked.

"You know. Your ummmmm thing." she stammered.

"Thing?" I asked.

"Your dick." she said.

"If I show it to you what will you show me?" I asked.

"What do you want to see?" was her answer.

"All of you." was my reply.

She didn't even hesitate when she answered ok. I knew then that this was going to happen and I could not wait."I have to go to the bathroom again. Do you want to come in with me?" I asked.

"Sure." she said.

I stood up and had to steady myself. I was dizzy from the beer and excitement. I opened the door and walked by my sleeping daughter and into the bedroom. Sandy was behind me and I had her close the door. I stepped into the bathroom and kicked off my shoes. i pulled my t shirt off, unbuckled my jeans, and slid them off as well. I looked up and saw Sandy staring at me. Her cheeks were flushed. I straightened up. I am sure she could see how hard I was by the tent in my briefs. "Ready?" I asked.

She nodded slowly keeping her eyes on my bulge. I slowly slid my briefs down feeling my cock spring out as the waist band slid over the tip. I straightened up and said "Is this what you wanted to see?"

Sandy swallowed and nodded. Her flush was even more colorful now.

"Your turn." I said.

She didn't say anything, but pulled the t shirt up over her head. Throwing it on the floor she stood there in a lacy bra that barely fit her breasts. She reached behind and unhooked it, and I watched as it slowly slide down her arms. Her breasts were firm and her light pink nipples were puffy.

"Nice." I croaked.

She reached into the waist band of her shorts and pulled them down and stepped out. She had little tufts of red hair around her pussy, and the mound was nice and swollen. I took a step towards her. My hands going to her nipples."Do you want to touch me?" I asked.

"Can I?"

I nodded and her finger tip touched the tip of my cock. It made it even harder. Her finger glistened with my pre-cum on it. "Taste it." I said. She licked the tip of her finger cleaning it all off.

"Salty." she said.

My hand ran to her pussy. I stuck a finger into her opening. I was amazed at how wet she was. I pulled the finger out and licked it clean while she watched. "Sweet." I said.

"Now what?" I asked.

"I don't know." she said.

"Can I put it in you?"

"Will it fit?"she asked.

"I think so." I replied.

I led her to the bed. I didn't even bother to take the bedspread off. She laid on her back. "Spread it open for me. Let me see it." I said.

She spread her pussy open. It was so pink and very very wet. I could not believe how wet she was. I put the head of my cock at the opening of her pussy. The heat was covering the head and I had to put it in. Slowly I went in and could feel the walls of her pussy close around my cock. Hot, warm, wet and I pushed in slow. "Ugghhhh." She said."Hurts a little."

I stopped letting her pussy relax. I pulled out a little and then back in. This time she did not make a sound as I went deeper. I buried my cock in her pussy up to the hilt. It was so tight and warm I thought I could cum without moving in and out."You ok?" I asked.

She nodded her head and I started moving slowly in and out. Her puffy nipples were hard, and I could feel her start rocking to our movements. I could feel her wetness getting even warmer, and I knew I was going to cum hard. Faster and harder I pounded. She made noises every time I went it. Her hips were bucking with my movements, and then I came. I shot three hard loads into that tight pussy. Each one intense and pounding. I could hear my heart beating in my head as I quit pumping and left my cock in her when I was done. I had to kiss her, and i did. My tongue feeling for hers, and I found it. I could tell she had kissed before like this.

Finally my arms were tired and I pulled out and stood. I could see the cum leaking out of her pussy, and it was a turn on to see. She laid there looking up at me.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"That was way cool." she answered.

"I liked that too." I said. "Might have to do that again."

She didn't answer but smiled and nodded her head.

More to cum........................................................

Candy was a high school senior, eighteen years of age. For this purpose I will tell you that she was very cute but not overly beautiful. She kept herself well groomed and was polite and honest from the first time I talked with her. She is 5'5" tall and weighs 105 lbs. She has short blond hair, a large bust, and an attractive figure. Still, though I originally considered her fairly average, there was a certain quality about her looks that made her as sexy as any girl I had worked with. It was a measure I used in my studies, that basically helps me in determining the whys and such of each case. I changed her rating after a couple of visits and could begin to see why she was attracting more attention from the boys in her school than I would otherwise have assumed. She was reluctantly sent to me by her parents at the request of her high school counselor. They wanted her to go to one of the women doctors in the office, but she insisted she could be more open and comfortable with a man. I took her case immediately thinking nothing of it. I read her case and in short, she had been caught in the boy’s physical education locker room during lunch break having sex with multiple boys in the shower. There were ten boys in all and she was well into her acts when an administrator walked in because of a tip he had gotten from a rival girl at school. To be more descriptive, she was caught positioned between two boys, being penetrated in the vagina and the anus simultaneously, while giving oral sex to another and masturbating two more with each hand. It was an incredible story in it’s own right, but only a part of what came to be known. She had been expelled until she sought professional help for her problem and I was it. On only our fourth session, I had found out much about her recent sexual encounters, of which there were many, and decided to go deeper into her past to get a grip on the origins of her sexuality. I was not too surprised to find out she had her first sexual encounter at the age of thirteen. Many girls I worked with started young, some even younger, so this was not the shocking part. The shocking part was who she was having these encounters with and the circumstances surrounding them.

Candy’s parents I will call Rick and Pam. I found out in our sessions that Rick and Pam were heavy drinkers. They usually did their drinking at the home and Candy said that they were never abusive when they drank. In fact, she said she enjoyed them more when they had been drinking. She said they would not let her drink with them but she didn’t mind because she didn’t like it much anyway. She told me that she masturbated often. She had been masturbating since her twelfth birthday. She had been recently interested in it at that time and decided that would be the date. She loved it so much that she did it often, but after a few months she told me she felt like she needed more. She broke her hymen the first time she used an implement with masturbating. She had grabbed a cucumber from the refrigerator and put it in warm water until it was no longer cold. She began to use the cucumber going farther inside her vagina until she felt a sharp pain. There was a little blood, but not too much and to my surprise, she told me it didn’t stop her from finishing. That went on for another month or two until she said she felt she was ready for the real thing. She had been given a pornographic movie by a friend of hers that she said showed, among other things, a woman sucking on a man’s penis. She told me this really got her hot and she had an uncontrollable urge to try it herself. It took her some time to get up the nerve, but by the time she was thirteen she finally made a move.

All of this sounded standard with other stories I’d heard, with some of the details being different, until she said something that completely caught me off guard. She told me that she was nervous about asking a boy in her school to let her perform on him so she got another idea. Her parents usually drank until they were very drunk and basically would pass out in their bed. She remembered how hard it was to wake them when they were in this condition as she had tried in the past. This got her to thinking about an opportunity that I’ll have to admit made me really sit up and listen.

An incestuous story was about to begin that I will never forget. She got the idea of trying fellatio on her father while he was unconscious from his drinking. She came home one day from school and it was a Friday. Being the weekend, her parents were already drinking heavily when she got home. The entire night she talked with them like nothing was out of the ordinary, but she was really horny and knew that this was the night. After her parents went to bed, she waited about an hour and crept slowly down the hall and into their room. She was careful to be quiet, even though she knew they would not wake up. Then she went to her dad’s side of the bed and slowly pulled the covers back. She was glad to see he was naked under the sheets and she slowly began to feel for his penis. When she finally touched it, she said it got her so excited that she lost all her inhibitions about getting caught. Wasting no time, she quickly pulled the covers all the way back and put her head down at her dad’s crotch. She gave his crotch a few sniffs and was generally studying his penis and scrotum as it was the first real one’s she had seen. Then she took his limp penis and pulled it up with her fingers until it was raised in the air before lowering her mouth over the head.

I had to reassure her that it was all confidential and that I would not tell anyone about this story before she continued. I have to admit, I had gotten somewhat aroused from listening to girls stories before, but this one was really getting me hot. I tried to ignore it, but as she continued I found myself getting more and more aroused. I also found myself looking at her suddenly gorgeous body and her now incredible face and at the same time trying to remind myself that I was a professional. It really wasn’t working though, as this average teenage girl was becoming a tremendously hot and sensuous woman before my eyes as she spoke. I could see why she got the attention she did at school. Anyway, she began to suck on his penis like she had seen in the porn movie she had and described how he slowly started to get harder and harder in her mouth. She said it grew so much that she had to take all but the head of it out because it wouldn’t fit. Then her dad began to moan and stir a little and she got scared and hurried out of the room. But it wasn’t her last visit.

She told me she had been scared at first, but realized she had to try again because she was enjoying it so much. She was horny basically and she rubbed herself to an orgasm before returning as it didn’t quench her desire. The second trip was almost identical to the first as his penis was flaccid again. She sucked him until he began to stir but this time she didn’t run away. Instead she began to quicken her pace and increase her suction. Then she admitted that she had no idea about what was about to happen until it happened. The porno hadn’t show that this was possible, but as she sucked him, he began to ejaculate his sperm inside her mouth. Shocked at the sudden feeling of his sperm in her mouth she pulled away but did not leave. Instead she stayed, memorized by the site of his pulsating penis ejaculating spurt after spurt of semen into the air and it landing all over his stomach. After he had finished, she suddenly became aware that he would know something was up when he woke if she left him a mess. She started to go to the bathroom and get a towel to clean up the mess, but then got another idea. Instead, she decided to lick him clean. She had almost involuntarily swallowed the first spurts of his seed when it happened in her mouth. She now analyzed that it tasted good to her and made her feel sexy. So she began to work on his genitals and abdomen region, cleaning off the sperm with her tongue and swallowing it. She said she did a really good job and seemed very proud in telling me about it. She was very honest and descriptive about the entire thing. Just when I thought she was finished, she continued with the story.

She then began to tell me how sexy she thought it was and she couldn’t get to sleep after that. She masturbated two more times but now didn’t feel the same satisfaction and wanted more. The next night she knew her dad would be drunk again and so she planned for another visit. The test was to make sure he didn’t say anything the next day that might indicate that he knew something was up. After a long day of drinking that Saturday, her dad had not said anything that she thought indicated that he knew. So after he passed out again in bed that night with Pam, Candy proceeded with her plan. This time it was not oral sex she wanted as she described walking into his bedroom wearing only a long night shirt and pulling the sheets back as she had before. She did place his cock inside her mouth, but only until it became hard. Then she slowly crept onto the bed with them and made her way to his side. Being very slow and careful as not to move the bed anymore than necessary, she finally got into position by straddling his waist facing away from him. She then pulled her shirt up until her naked vagina was exposed and lowered herself down until she could feel the end of his penis at her vagina’s entrance. Then she said she slowly lowered herself down, feeling the tip finally finding the entrance and continued until she was sitting fully on his lap with his penis inside her. It fit snugly inside her and she took the time to let her vagina adjust to the new sensation. Then she slowly began to move her hips, careful not to allow the bed to shake. She moved back and forth over his penis for a time before bending over and putting her hands on the bed at his knees and lifting her bottom up and down on his penis. This time she let him cum inside her as she figured the clean up would be easier. She was on birth control for menstruation reasons so she thought it would be fine. After she was finished, she slowly rose off her father and moved off the bed and crept back to her room where she masturbated several more times to orgasm. Then she finally felt satisfaction and went to sleep, showering immediately the next morning before going down and enjoying a great breakfast her mother had prepared. Again, her father was apparently oblivious to what had happened.

I must now admit my reaction. After she had finished the story, I could tell she was aroused. I wasn’t sure if it was only the story, or if it was the fact that she was telling another person about it. That is when I began something that I both savor and regret. I savor it because of what it is, and regret it because of my prior and continuing vows and commitments. But to continue, my mind was racing as I simply got up from my chair and walked to the door of my office. I was consciously making no attempt to cover my erection as I walked. I opened the door and told my secretary that I would be extending my session and to reschedule the next appointment for whatever was convenient for the next patient. I was glad to hear that the next session had suddenly called to cancel only minutes before anyway. I was happy to hear this because I hated to do that. But I had more important business today. I then told her to take an early lunch and that there was no need for her to return as the session she was rescheduling was to be my last of the day anyway. She gladly accepted and immediately started to get her things together to leave. I closed the door again and locked the deadbolt.

I guess I have always had the fantasy of dominating a woman. Of being aggressive and forceful, but not physically harmful, during sex. And that the woman in the fantasy would strictly obey whatever I said or do whatever presented itself. I had never really fulfilled this fantasy because my personality doesn’t match that type of behavior. But now I was suddenly feeling like it was time to try. I had assessed that this might be just the thing Candy wanted and I was willing to give it a go. She was a teenager and my patient no less, but that really didn’t matter to me at that moment. As I turned away from the now locked door, I began.

"Now Candy," I said, "the story you just told was obscene and atrocious!"

"What doctor?" She shyly replied, looking very stunned by my words and tone. "I thought you wanted the truth? You told me to be fully honest and detailed in what I told you."

"You seem to be a hopeless nymphomaniac and I think what you need is some real discipline. Discipline that fits the crime so to speak. I’m going to try to help you but you have to agree to want to be helped, no matter what methods I use." I said.

"Well, I guess so. I mean, I really want to be better but I can’t seem to help myself." She cautiously replied.

As I began to undress, she wildly asked me what I was doing. I told her to sit back down and not to speak unless spoken to or told to do so. I told her that I was in charge and that she must embrace my methods of treatment if it were to work. She still had apprehension in her eyes, but her silence was an indication that she was at least apprehensively willing. After I was completely naked I began making my demands. I started by ordering her to remove her clothes and sit up on the edge of my desk. She slowly and shyly did as I said, looking my body over as she worked. She seemed very uncomfortable but I didn’t care about that. She surely knew by now the nature of my so called ‘treatment’ and she had not made any attempt to stop me. Without a word, I quickly walked right up to her at the desk and dropped to my knees. I then began to slowly kiss and lick the inside of her thighs, keeping eye contact with her the entire time. She kept that contact, even though she was shivering with nervousness and girlishly covering her mouth with one hand while futilely trying to cover her ample breasts with her other. When I finally touched her labia and clit with my tongue, she quickly moved away. I demanded that she return and she slowly abided. Then, as she was back in position, I urgently went to work giving oral sex to her. She made low, uncomfortable sounding noises at first, but quickly began to soften and change her sounds into louder, more sensuous moans. After several minutes I could tell she was nearing orgasm and I stopped and stood up in front of her.

"Now it is your turn to lick and suck me, Candy." I firmly stated.

"Yes sir."

She was not as shy now as she moved more quickly to get on her knees before me and begin to jerk on my penis with her hand. That played right into my fantasy.

"I didn’t say to touch me or stroke me with your hand, Candy. I distinctly told you to lick and suck my penis. Now do as your told or I’m going to have to be more forceful with my instructions."

She said ‘yes sir’ again before finally placing my cock into her mouth. It felt more exciting than anything I had ever experienced. It was so taboo in so many ways and the thrill of it was getting me more and more aroused by the second. My penis was harder than it had been in years as her skillful techniques made me shoot my sperm into her mouth. Like a good girl, she swallowed every drop before I finally told her she could stop. I was out of breath and felt shakily weak as she pulled away and sat down onto her heels, looking up at me eagerly for more instruction.

"Ok, now stand up and bend over the desk. I am going to have sex with you from behind and I want you to run your fingernails all around my hips as I do so." I demanded.

Without a word she quickly got up and positioned herself as I had instructed. She was seductively looking back at me, guiding my penis toward her with her eyes as I moved forward into position. My penis was touching her labia for several seconds before I finally inserted it inside her vagina. This heightened the anticipation for both of us and was incredible. She did as expected and the feel of her fingernails on my skin was amazing. I quickened my pace as I felt my orgasm nearing. That’s when I got the most devilish idea. I had never given anal sex to anyone before and truthfully never gave it much of a thought. But now I felt an overwhelming urge to do just that to Candy. I knew she was not a stranger to anal sex, but I was and I deemed this as my one shot at experiencing it because my wife strictly forbade it. Without warning I stopped my thrusts and pushed my middle finger inside her anus. She looked back at me with desire as I stuck a second and then a third finger inside her. She was completely relaxed now. My penis was still inside her vagina, pulsating with pleasure as I used some saliva to give her anus some lubrication. The time was right after a couple of minutes and I quickly pulled out of her vagina and pushed hard into her incredibly tight anus. It was undescribable what I felt, having my penis inside a woman’s ass. Especially with it being Candy and the forbiddenness of it all. Within a few slow strokes, my orgasm was near again. The intensity of the tightness around my shaft was too much as I began to ejaculate once again, this time inside the teen’s anus. She hit the height of her own orgasm almost simultaneously. I leaned over her body and grabbed her firm breasts as we finished, kissing her on the neck and cheek before finally embracing in an erotic kiss on the mouth. Our tongues explored each other as we delighted in our sexual embrace. After I finished I demanded that we stop and get dressed. She was disappointed at first.

"But doctor, I don’t think I’m cured yet. I have more to do. Anything you want." She said.

I assured her, "Don’t worry Candy, this is only the beginning of many more treatments to come."

Alright, I can sense your irritation from here so I'll get you hooked by telling you that this story recounts my sexual experiences with a rather....young girl. She was a fully willing participant, I assure you, and she was a treasure to be sure. I defy any of you to resist that ivory complexion, the dark ringlets of silky hair, those radiant green eyes, and blossoming figure. Everything about her was breathtaking, she had an almost regal beauty for someone her age, most people would expect the appeal to be that she WAS childish. That's not the case, I was...and am attracted to her quiet sensuality, her intelligence and maturity for one so young, and her presence. I have no choice but to label myself that foul, hateful word...pedophile...she's only 12 years old, and only just. She was 11 when we started.

Alright, I'm going to get ahead of myself if I don't watch it. I should start with me, I suppose, seeing as the imagery in these stories tends to be kind of important. Now no one believes me when I tell people what I look like over the internet for some reason. I guess separate the pieces don't look so bad, but I assure you that I am by no means any sort of prize. I'm hardly the kind of person you would look twice at...except maybe for one factor. My height. I'm 6'8"...see, you don't believe me, do you? Well I am, and to top it all off I have attention-grabbing red hair. My eyes always seem to be squinting and people say that I always look angry. My head is more square shaped than most people's because my jaw and chin are somewhat more pronounced than the average man's. Also, I hate telling you this, but I have big lips...sort of. Most people have a smaller upper lip than a lower lip....not the case for me. I suppose it's not too noticeable, but I can't help hating it.

I'm the artist type, so I'm constantly sitting in my room drawing something or other, or occasionally I'll try my hand at writing, just for a change of pace. As is the case for this piece, although I don't usually write auto-biographical stuff....it makes me somewhat uncomfortable. That should do, I think, you have fair idea of who I am, and I'm sure that the general tone of this piece will give you some insight as to how my twisted little head works.

I had been watching her for quite some time, I had never considered actually doing anything to the girl. My morals were still that much intact at that point. Aside from that, to force myself on such a creature would have been a crime...and I don't just mean in the literal sense. She would often ride her bike past my house, wearing tight little shorts that gave me a wonderful visual of those silky thighs pumping up and down as she pedaled around the street. Sometimes she would even wear skirts that rode up around her hips while she rode. I used to watch her every single day as she rode around the street. Most times I couldn't resist grabbing hold of my weapon and rubbing myself furiously while I watched her. This went on for some time, me watching her and getting myself off alone. It wasn't until about 8 months ago that things started to develop between us.

I was sitting at the computer, shamefully looking at some pictures of girls around her age. I feel somewhat embarassed, as at this point I hadn't known her name. She was merely a body to me then. I remember seeing her riding up the street past the front yard to mine and my parents' house. I had watched her do this many times, and it seemed like she was going slower than normally, I knew something was different about that day when I saw her face. She had a bashful look on her face and I couldn't tell from where I was, but I think she might have been blushing slightly. I leaned closer to the window, turning off the computer monitor and pulling my fully erect member from my jeans. It gets to a point where it's hard work extracting that thing from one's pants, and I remember having that little problem as I tried to fish my throbbing cock from my jeans. I finally managed to extract it and lightly began stroking it as I watched her. She rode right past my house, I noticed she was in her shortest white skirt, my favorite one. It showed off most of her pale legs and hips, as it rode up further and further she appeared not to notice.

When she was just about right in front of my window her bike fell over sideways. I stood up, alarmed, about to rush out to see if she was alright. It was a good thing I didn't, I almost certainly would have run out with my manhood waving around. I'm just that forgetful. It was awestruck by the sight I saw, and I felt compelled to stroke myself harder than ever. She was laying with her tiny little butt facing me, and her skirt had ridden all the way up. The most amazing thing, however, was that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I was presented the sight of two of the most glorious preteen globes of flesh capping two very lovely legs that were currently splayed out on the pavement in an almost submissive way. It took me a while for me to lift my eyes to her face but when I finally did look I noticed with no small amount of horror that she was looking at me with a coy smile on her little face.

I must have done a triple take upon seeing her, for she let out a small giggle and finally managed to stand back up. She began walking her bicycle back down the street where she had come, but before she disappeared from sight she gave me a small little smile and a wave. It took me several minutes to pull my jaw off the floor and regain some form of composure. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. An exhibitionist 11 year old seemed almost unthinkable at that point in my life. I knew then that I had to pursue this further. I think that some part of me knew that I was headed down a road that there was no turning back from, but I honestly didn't care.

The next day she was there again, this time in a pair of skimpy cotton shorts that clung to her curvacious bottom in a most appealing way. I stood right in the window so that she could easily see me, with my member out and pointing directly at her surprised face. I merely smiled as I took my member in my hand and began pumping up and down on the throbbing shaft. She eyed my reproductive organ for a few moments before suddenly seeming to come to her senses she rode back the way she had came. Her face was an interesting hue of red.

I was furious, and I silently cursed myself for scaring her off by acting too fast. I decided to at least wait until the next day before I started damning myself.

She didn't come.

I cursed myself. I had blown it already, just by acting too fast I had ruined what might have become a very interesting relationship with the mysterious girl down the street. I couldn't concentrate at college, my paintings looked like shit and I knew it. My mind was constantly wandering back to the girl.

It went on like that for a week or more, there was no sign of her. I was certain that I would never see her again, and my little ritual of self-manipulation was forever thrown off now that I was missing my little angel. I remember driving my car home from college one day to see her riding her bike down the street, heading towards my car. My heart started beating faster merely by looking at her, I couldn't believe how much I loved just seeing her. When I got close enough I waved...almost bashfully. I let out a visible and audible sigh of relief when she not only returned the wave but flashed me an adorable little smile.

I beamed back at her before passing and pulled into my driveway. When I walked up to my front door I noticed a small slip of paper sitting nestled in between the screen door and the doorframe. I opened the folded piece of paper to see her beautiful flowing writing, it was almost elegant and far more developed than was normal for a girl her age. It simply read.

"I've been thinking about you. Can we talk?"

There was also a phone number scrawled on the bottom of the page. I only assumed and hoped it was hers.

I regarded the note without a word for a few moments before finally looking up the street. A silly grin broke my face near in two as I headed inside. I could scarcely wait to call her. I didn't bother with the whole dating game, phone tag bullshit where the one who receives the number is supposed to wait X number of days to keep Y% of their diginity. That was just a silly formality and a pretense, I wanted to talk to her now and I wanted her to know that I wanted to talk to her. I gave her enough time to get home...or what I assumed was enough time, before I dialed the number.

So there I was, standing in the middle of my dark living room with a phone clutched in my sweaty hand. Each ring brought me that much closer to a heart attack. I felt like I was calling to ask the most popular girl in school out on a date or something. This was idiotic, here I am, a college freshman, getting nervous calling an 11 year old girl....I repeated that in my head but it didn't help any, I remained as nervous and twitchy as ever.

After what seemed an eternity of eternities she answered the phone. I knew it was her just by the sound, it was exactly what I had expected from my little angel. Clear and high and sweet like a silver bell. I only smiled at her shy "h-hello?"

I drew a little bit of solace from the fact that she was as nervous as I was. I managed to find my breath and get out a small, "hello"

So there we were on opposite ends of the phone, neither one of us really knew what to say to the other for a few moments so I decided to break the ice a little.

"Look, I'm sorry about scaring you."

"Oh no, I...I liked it..."

I laughed slightly, "I liked watching you, too. You're very pretty."

She gave a small, girlish laugh and replied shyly, "Thank you."

"So can I know your name? Mine's Joe." I said with some growing confidence.

"I'm Alice." She replied quickly. There was a long silence between us, and then she spoke up again. "Look, I know you've been watching me...and actually, I knew that you were for a long time. I've...I've seen you around and I've been thinking about you a lot and..." She cut herself off, she sounded so desperate and shy and panicked. "I was wondering if we could meet? I really want to meet you..."

I didn't reply right away, because a part of me knew that she was a naive young girl and could have been getting herself into a lot of trouble pursuing an older guy like this. I wasn't the wrong type of guy, I didn't think, but then any guy has to wonder if they're entertaining the thought of having sex with a very young girl. My instinct finally won out over my conscience and I said. "How about now?"

She gasped audibly in surprise or glee, I couldn't tell. There was definitely the hint of a squeal in there somewhere. I only managed a grin.

"Okay!" She finally said happily, "My dad won't be home for another hour so I have time."

"Mine won't be back the rest of the night, so why not come over here?"

"Okay!" She said again.

I smiled, "Alice, I feel like I should warn you against this. I mean, you're going to go to my house when you know full well what my tastes in women are."

She only laughed and hung up the phone. I was giddy with excitement as I stared expectantly out my window. It wasn't long before I saw her in her white skirt and a dark green shirt that clung to her small torso. She was fairly racing down the street, her wavy brown hair flew out behind her head as she rode right up to my front door and knocked, her smile never left her face.

I greeted her my own silly grin and let her inside the house with me. I made sure that no one saw us enter the house together and closed the door behind us. I turned on a few lights so that I could more properly see her. She was a vision with that shy little grin on her face, standing there with her arms folded in front of her, her beautiful green eyes roaming all over the place as she nervously looked around the room. I took a seat on the only suitable piece of furniture in the room, a small leather loveseat, and indicated that she come sit next to me. She did so with only a moment's hesitation.

"What do you say we skip all the pretenses and just be honest as to our intentions?" I said with a grin. She looked nervously at me but grinned back, "I know this is kind of a weird situation....for both of us....but I've been thinking about you a lot for a long time now."

"I know, I....I've been thinking about you and..." She looked down and blushed furiously.

I smiled, "I think I know what you've been doing." I said with a grin, "you've been doing what I was doing when I looked at you."

She only nodded a little, blushing even deeper.

"It's alright, that's why we're here, because we like the eachother. I know you know a little about this stuff now, and what two adults do when they like eachother."

She looked up at me and nodded, and I reached around her waist with one arm and pulled her tiny form closer to mine. She didn't resist at all but instead nestled herself slightly against my hip as I looked directly into her eyes. "I know that some people would think of this as wrong, but I've liked you for a long time now and I can't stop myself any longer."

She only nodded slightly in response, "I...I don't want you to.....to stop yourself." She said breathlessly.

I lowered my head to hers and planted a kiss on her small lips, she rose to meet it and kissed back. I felt her mouth open slightly and I did the same, her small tongue slid into my mouth as I moved against her, pressing her down into the bottom cushion as I leaned over her, the kiss between us grew more passionate, our breathing escalating and growing louder and more ragged.

I placed a hand on her knee and slowly began sliding my hand up her thigh, she only responded by spreading her legs to give me more access to her most sacred areas.

Now I don't know what any of you think, but to have a young girl submissively giving herself to you at such a tender age has got to be one of the most erotic things I have ever had the pleasure to witness. She must have been reacting on pure instinct during those first few wild moments. I remember pulling away from the kiss as my hand neared it's final destination to see her eyes half closed and glazed over with lust as I'm sure mine must have been. I felt the heat from her as I finally placed my hand on her soft and delicate mound, feeling the depression between her lips and pressing my finger slightly into it. She gasped and actually pulled my head back down to hers to meet in a kiss. Our tongues wrapped around eachother and explored the other with unrelenting passion as I began a steady rhythm on her mound. I merely rubbed my hand in slow circles against the dampening crotch of her panties.

I pulled away from the kiss again, much to her displeasure. I assured her, however, that I was going to need my mouth for something much better. She seemed to understand better than a girl her age should, and she only looked up at me with trusting eyes as I reached to the bottom of her shirt and drew it up over her head.

I cannot express in words the beauty of those budding breasts. I can only do the best I can with what little I have, needless to say they were my idea of perfect. Two small hints of breasts only just beginning to sprout from her perfect torso above a slightly round tummy. I slid my hand up her stomach and slid it over her incredibly soft and yielding breast. I gently kneaded the fleshy mound, feeling her hard pink nipple pressing into my palm. Her mouth hung open slightly as she silently watched my ministrations on her body. I gently took her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it slightly.

"Ow!" she yelled quickly, but quickly her yells became the faintest of whispers as she whispered to herself, "ow......ow.....uhnn...ow...." in a never-ending series of lust filled remarks. She closed her eyes completely and reared her head back as I gently twisted her tiny little nubbin in my large fingers. She was totally engrossed in the sensation, and only lifted her cute little butt for me when I pulled her skirt down her small legs. She was wearing the cutest little pair of green panties, and I merely admired these for a moment before peeling them off her.

I simply love the way panties come off a girl's pussy, how the crotch always seems to be the very last part to finally come away. Perhaps it was the dampened state of Alice's mound but for whatever reason I was treated to that wonderful little show where I watched more and more of her beautiful navel reveal itself to me until the crotch of her panties pulled away, revealing her bald and beautiful little slit. I tossed her panties aside and had to admire the wonderful craftsmanship of this creature beneath me. If god exhisted, he must have been an artist. That little hairless mound, blushing pink and spread invitingly, with the merest hint of pink flesh glistening underneath and her small little clit, already quite firm and peering out from between her fleshy lips.

I lowered my mouth to her mound, wanting only to bring her pleasure at this moment. To feel her and hear her as she came for me. She lay back on the couch, her legs spread wide, as I let my tongue slide slowly up from the bottom of her slit to the top, pressing in between her labia and tasting her and finally ending on her clit, running my tongue in slow circles around it. She moaned out loud, a high, girlish noise, and placed her small hands on the back of my head. I repeated the process, licking slowly upwards and eventually settling in to a rhythmic tonguing of her pussy, paying her tiny engorged clit the most attention as I took it between my lips, and even my teeth, nibbling slightly on it, much to her surprise. She gasped as I nibbled gently on her clit, finally murmuring "harder" to me in a breathy voice. I obliged, biting down the slightest bit harder on her clit, causing her no small amount of pain as I bit down slightly.

"Owww." She groaned lustily and spread her legs even further for me. I moved my hand down that wonderfully flat tummy of hers, pressing one finger inside of her. At this point she was too far gone to protest to anything I might do to her. I pushed two fingers inside of her, reveling in the feel of her slick walls contracting around me. I had only pushed them in to the first knuckle so as not to hurt her. She only squealed slightly as I began to slowly press my fingers into her, I kept biting down on her tiny clit, occasionally giving her labia or clit a quick nip. The girl had a masochistic streak, because she would howl out "owww," and groan and grind her damp pussy onto my mouth, obviously hoping for more attention from my teeth.

I slid my fingers in and out, pressing slightly deeper each time, feeling her beginning to subconsciously thrust back on my fingers, grinding her hips onto me and arching her back. I felt her most sacred barrier resisting me, and I knew she didn't notice at all, not in her severely heightened state of arousal. I knew that I would have to time this right in order for her to permit me to do it. I kept my fingers inside of her as I positioned myself at her holy gate. I fished my throbbin member out of my pants. She opened her eyes and looked at my throbbing cock with a mixture of lust, anticipation, and fear.

Another thing that most people don't believe about me when I tell them online, is that my penis is 9 inches long when aroused. Keeping in mind that I am 6'8" it doesn't seem that unbelievable. Choose to believe or not, at the very least for the purposes of the story, try to imagine what the poor girl was willing to go through to please me and her.

Tendrils of clear pre-cum oozed down onto her navel, collecting in tiny little pools. I placed my cock head at the entrance, she looked at it with her eyes half closed. "Do it." She whispered, "I want you to do it to me, Joe."

That was more than enough for me, I began to slowly push into her. My cock head spread her pussy lips obscenely, and she chewed on her lower lip, watching as I penetrated her for the first time. She winced slightly as I inched deeper into her, her muscles tightening around me rhythmically as I invaded her depths. I pushed warmly, wetly into her until I felt her hymen. I looked down at her with tenderness in my eyes, and she returned the look and gave me the slightest of nods. I knelt down and kissed her passionately as I pressed against her hymen. She kissed back passionately, her tongue fighting with mine. She began to let out high pitched squeals of pain as I increased the pressure, but she never stopped kissing even when I finally tore through her hymen, pushing forward another three inches into her.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, her mouth open in a frozen scream, her breathing coming in shallow breaths and a few tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

"Alice...are you alright?" I asked, looking down at her and the blood leaking down around my shaft. Her only response was a nod and a "please"

I took her meaning and continued pushing into her, feeling more and more of her take me inside of her as I explored deep within her. Her vaginal walls contracted against me as I further invaded her.

"deep." she gasped as I continued pushing in, "is it all in?" she asked me with a hint of desperation in her voice. I continued pushing deeper within her wordlessly, I had about three inches left to go, and when she lifted her head and looked down at what was left she started breathing harder and looking up at the ceiling. "Finish it." she moaned.

I nodded and with one quick, savage thrust, finished pushing inside of her. I was now fully immersed and inside of her as she lay there, gasping. Her beautiful chest heaved as she got used to being filled. I allowed her to get used to it for a few more moments and finally began pulling out slightly. She let out a desperate "No!" but then moaned loudly when I pushed back in. I slowly pulled out of her and pushed back in, beginning a slow rhythm inside of her.

It didn't take her long to start responding and automatically thrusting her tiny hips back up at me as my thick pole slid in and out of her. Her hairless pussy swallowed me up whole as I moved slowly in and out of her, I pulled out almost all the way and plunged back, deep within her. Each inward thrust bringing the head of my cock against her cervix. I moved in and out of her, increasing my tempo as my orgasm began to build. It was indescribably tight inside of her and it felt like she was squeezing the blood out of my cock as she began approaching her own orgasm. I wanted us to come together more than anything as I began speed up even more in and out of her. The noise of my powerful thrusts filled the room. They were the obscene squelching noises that seemed to fit better in a pornographic video than in our situation, but the two of us were too fargone to care about such trivial matters as we both peaked together, her contracting wildly around my weapon and seemingly sucking me deeper into her and me erupting in a powerful tide of thick, white cum.

The two of us were sweating profusely now, and as I flipped her tiny nude form so that she was resting on top of me, I gently caressed her buttox. "Don't pull out yet," she whispered as she nuzzled against me. I only nodded and kissed her forehead softly as I felt myself gradually softening inside of her.

We lay like that for God knows how long, both of us enjoying being in eachother's presence and reveling in the scent of the other, of the feel of it. It was the first time we lay together, but we both knew that it wouldn't be the last. I finally withdrew my soft tool from her pussy, releasing a veritable flood of our mixed cum and trace amounts of her blood.

"When can I see you like this again?" Alice asked me softly, staring into my eyes as her head rested on my chest.

I smiled at her warmly and planted a soft wet kiss on her lips, the merest hint of our tongues pressing against eachother as we lay like that. "Whenever we want, my parents are going out of town this weekend." I said. She smiled back at me, "I can say I'm going to a friend's house for the weekend." She said mischeviously. I grinned back at her, the prospects of what could happen with an entire weekend with her were simply dazzling.

I finally sent her home, Lord knows how distraught she must have been with my dried cum staining the inside of her thigh and filling her up. I only smiled as he gave me a final wave, disappearing from my sight.

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This is my first story and although its perhaps not the best, it true. In fact I will be telling you a bit more about what Trisha and I are doing in a later story. By the way, I had to say Trisha thirteen. Its the rules. But then whats two years and she look like shes thirteen.

 They all went,I stayed. Impatient now. "When can we,you know. When? When? Can we now?" - "Whoa there, they've barely left the street and I've been thinking" My pounding heart stopped. - "You're not going to,you're not are? Oh! That's so unfair,I've been waiting days to and now you wont" I was going to thump him in the chest,but as I made to do so,he swept me off my feet and held me close in. "Feel that,that by your belly" I broke into a grin as my belly registered a whopping great hard cock pressing into me. - Bearing in mind the last time was the first time I'd heard uncle say fuck when he found his hand in my pants playing with my pussy, - "See,what do you think that is,it wants to fuck you,its hard as hell already and aching like fuck"

 This swearing seemed so natural, - "What,you're going to let that great big monster fuck me,its huge,it'll never go in my tiny pussy" A shiver went down my backbone, he's going to,he's going to force it inside my tiny quim. That thought sent a tingly dribble of juice from my orifice. - "Want to see if it will in a bit? It might not but we can try if you let me" - "Now! Now! Come on where are we going to do it?" - "Steady,lets start in our usual way and you can tell me about the brother and sister. Have they done it some more yet" I nodded,again last evening in their house,he wanted to have a go on me. I nearly blurted out no I'm waiting for uncle to,but remembered just in time and just said,"No not available this week. You know what that mean don't you uncle" - "Of course,but you are I hope" - "Yeah,since two days ago, -I put my head down and in a low voice,I said - I'm as horny as hell though,my pussy wants doing,you know a good fucking. - there,I've said it now,I need fucking uncle" - Ok! Ok! So tell me,lets sit how we do and tell me how they start off and go on from there"

 Now in our usual positions I start telling him. - "Well, he never kisses her or that,but he does play with her tits,sometimes mine as well at the same time,you know one of each in each of his hands but soon he concentrates on her only. That's when I usually get his dick out and pull his stuff down.While this is going on he has his sister wriggling as he fingers her clitoris until she says put it up I'm cumming. Last night was one of the nights when he let me guide it up there. I hold it as she bends her knees and he presses his belly forward while I open her slit with one hand and puts his dick near the hole with the other" - Uncle moved uncomfortably. I could feel his bulge pressing right against my pussy right against the clit bit.

 "Lift a bit, - I thought he was going to spoil that feeling again, - a bit higher" My belly started to tumble with excitement,he wasn't moving his hard cock away,what he was doing was trying to move my dress away. "Undo those buttons like last time" I did and he lifted my dress up my back. As I settled again,he just put his hand inside my knicker waistband and immediately felt my clitoris,rubbing it this time inside its hood. My body quivered like a leaf on a branch as his searching fingers fumbled around my tight little groove. - "Like that? is that how he was rubbing her pussy?" I nodded, "But without the knicker's in the way" - "Lift again then" - I knew what was coming, - "His fingers delftly slipped into my waistband and I felt my knickers going away from my bum cheeks and as he reached to push them down from my stomach and well down my thighs the sensation of a man's large hands touching my secret parts nearly made me pee.

 I felt such a sensation in this that I missed the other thing he done. - "Right,back down again" Weak and trembling I lowered myself back against his lap. I didn't freeze but in a vital moment the tell tell warmth along my thigh below my slit meant only one thing. His cock was out and pressing hotly against my bum groove and right down to my thighs. "Like the feel of it?" - "God its so big,I want to look at it" - "No wait a bit,let me do somemore feeling for you" I lay expectantly as his hands started again to play around all over my belly,pussy and bum cheeks.

 I responded as he pulled me up his belly some and then pressed my thighs open down over his thighs. He reached through my legs,mucking about down there and then his fingers started to work at my quim with many buttons making me jerk as he masterbated me frantically. With one tingle I closed my thighs and felt a warm sausage of hard flesh between my young girl thighs. I knew this was the piece of flesh ready to open my little pussy mush wider than anything I'd used to play myself up till now.

 I was going to cum. He must have known because he suddenly stopped fingering and said "Look down between your legs" On taking a peep,I was speechless,with my thighs open like this his penis was stood up hard and proud as though it was mine sticking up from my own loins. I turned my head to his face as he smiled back, "Still want it? do you think it would? Go in that is" I looked again then back at him, - "Its fucking huge,I can't believe that is its size,it felt smaller when you had it pressing against me. Do you think it would? Go in that is" He shrugged, "There's only one way to find out,but lets play somemore now your quim's calmed down a bit" I realised he'd talked me away from cumming to soon. "Talk while I play with you again,tell me what he does with his spunk"

 "Oh,that's easy,he shoots it inside nearly everytime" - "And on those other times?" - "She or sometimes I wank it till it shoots out everywhere. That's usually when we say we want to see it cum" - "So what about this one,do it shoot inside or out and all over you and your clothes" - My answer was simple, - "If it wont go up me,then I'll wank it,but if it gets inside I want to feel what its like when it shoots. My friend said she can feel every spurt" He now started to work me up and I could feel lots of juice coming from his dick as he gently move in and out against my wet thighs. Each time he stopped he said, "Got a stop before I cum" and in turn I'd squeeze my thighs closed on it, "No don't it'll make me shoot off before we've tried" and I'd look and give him a mischievous grin.

 "Lets turn you round to face me" I wasn't sure about why but assumed it was because I said they done it face to face,but they were stood against a wall. - "Get the dress out the way" I did and he pulled his trousers off and opened his shirt. - "Lots of spunk and juice from you as well" he explained "better in there - as he pushed his finger in me again,making me jerk somemore,it felt the size of my friends brothers cock when I'd wanked him. - than over our clothes" I sat across his legs now with my knees high in the air as they couldn't dangle this way round. "You really a virgin? no cock inside at all" - "Yes why?" "Well your pussy seems open" "Oh uncle,you're so nieve we sorted that with her brush handle"

 A smile of satisfaction descended on his face as I started cumming this time as his fingers went everywhere especially up inside and touched something there that made me yelp and orgasm all in a second. I clung now around his neck and like a dream he lifted my bum up and as his fingers squeezed into my soft cheeks he lowered me back down, then I felt a very large plug pressing at the entrance to my quim. I automatically wriggled and felt my pussy trying to open to the swelling,then fingers started to pull at my small labias and touch my clit again. It was oh so sensitive that I  jerked and on doing so the fat part of uncle's cock pushed up inside and then amazingly I felt the rest of his shaft opening my tight pussy tunnel as slid ever deeper almost in slow motion until I felt his pubic hairs up against my stretched gaping slit.

 "Its right up you,you took all of it,what a good girl you are. You're a natural for fucking,not a murmur as it got right in you" - I too was shocked,this was a real cock not like the one in my friend. - I measured it after our fuck,I'd took nine inches up there,would you believe. I knew what to do,I naturally bobbed up and down and in no time my uncle groaned and I felt his first sperm spurt deep up inside my belly. I loved it and started bouncing even harder. The faces I was making my uncle pull was a picture until again I felt sperm spray from the fat end of his cock. - "Stop,for fucks sake stop,I feel so weak I'll fall over if I tried to stand up" - "Is that it,I thought I'd get a funny feeling as well,my friend does with her brother" - "I'm not finished,get off and lets change to another position" I climbed off of uncle and he stood.

 "Lay back across that,here's a cushion for your head,lay on your back so you can watch me fuck you as you cum" It was the table. I did as he said and I watched him as his fat still hard cock caught at my slippery hole then disappeared deep up inside me again. I moved on the table as he hit the top end of my pussy. "That's your cervix its against,when you get bigger I'll be able to push mine inside the neck of it" I had seen a picture of a cervix and felt really excited about a new feeling I could get sometime when it was opened by a dick. Now uncle got to pushing me straight into the most powerful orgasm I had ever immagined. I felt my pussy shooting juice at his thrusting dick until we exploded together in a most memorable joint orgasm.

 The sperm tried to squelch past his shaft from my tight little hole but until he finally pulled out of me most of it was still up inside. "Well clean up and go and eat somewhere" I headed for the shower,but before I went in I sat on the loo and as uncle watched glob after glob of our joint juices dropped down the pan then like two kids we looked and discussed if we thought all of the sperm had come out. I didn't get pregnant so perhaps it did. We still fuck like rabbits every chance we get and my mates brother had a try but his dick just doesn't compare to my own personal fuck machine. Old and hard is what I like!

 Bye.

As we were waiting for Katie to wake up, Becky sat next to me and gave me a shy little look, smiling nervously. I recognized that look from Katie. She wanted to ask me something. So I beat her to the punch.

"What is it, Becky? You know, I kind of like the name 'Little Orange Person'. I might just keep calling you that."

'I kind of like it too. That would be ok. Um... I don't know if you noticed or not, but when I released the block on the information in your mind I... kind of... left some of that orange stuff behind. I can remove it if you want," she went on hurriedly.

"I kind of like it there. It doesn't bother me. It makes me feel close to you."

She beamed like a million suns. "I like it there, too! Um... because I don't have anyone's mind to share right now... since Amy is in Katie's and I might be able to put two in one but I don't know yet... you could... um... be in mine too if you wanted," she whispered in a tiny little voice. She looked at me nervously.

I realized how much it cost her to say that. The fear of rejection to her for something so intense and personal must be great. I was stunned at the... enormity of what she was offering me.

"Becky, I would be so honored! I am not worthy of such an offer. Are you sure, honey? And what would Katie think? And could you do it?"

I could see her heave a sigh of great relief. "I think I could do it. You might have to learn to use it. I don't think Katie would mind. I don't think we could undo what she did with Amy anyway. And I might be able to be in yours and Katie's too. With nothing to do for a year but think, I have a lot of ideas. Oh, yeah, I would love to do it! I love you, you know," she proclaimed seriously.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I have always wanted to meet you. You can go ahead and try. But first, I think you need to spend some time with Katie."

Katie was beginning to stir. I sent everyone out of the room except Becky and me, and I had Becky sit over on the other side of the room, out of sight, until Katie had recovered. Katie opened her eyes, saw me, and threw her arms around me in a death grip, crying. I held her, rubbed her back, whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She finally looked at me with big, scared eyes.

"Daddy? Is Becky really back? How can that be? I felt her die. I saw them carry out her body. Did I have a dream? Am I going crazy, Daddy?" She sounded almost hysterical. Becky couldn't take it anymore. She ran over to her, kneeling down by her side, and threw herself into Katie's arms. They hugged and cried for quite awhile. Then Katie pulled away, a puzzled look on her face.

"I can't feel you. Why can't I feel you in my mind?" Katie looked worried and a little scared.

"I know. They blocked me from sending to you. That's partly how they were able to make you think I died. I need your help to reverse that. I can't do it, but I can tell you how." Becky hugged Katie again. I felt like an intruder.

"We are going to leave you two alone for awhile. Take all the time you need to get reacquainted. We will talk to you later, Becky." I don't think they even heard me. I left the room, closing the door softly, and told everyone to leave them alone until they came out. Then I went to my room to check on Victoria.

I talked to the doctor. He was ready to reverse the drug-induced unconsciousness she was in. I told him to wait a little bit, there were some things I needed to do first. Then I talked to Captain Jensen. I told him I wanted all signs gone immediately that I was anything but a medical professional. Victoria did not know about this part of my life and I didn't want another shock to greet her. Naturally, he protested, not wanting to leave us unguarded, but finally agreed that it would be done immediately. I had no doubts that he would figure out a way to satisfy both requirements. Besides, with Amy around, how much danger could we be in, anyway? I wondered how much of Amy's ability the others might possess in an emergency.

I went back to my room to find the doctor administering the antidote to the medicine he had her on. He said it would take only a few minutes. I asked him to leave so it was just Victoria and me. He didn't like that idea. I was making everyone unhappy today. Except Becky. My one success. But, being the boss, I got my way. RHIP. Sometimes. Not often with teenage girls! I saw Victoria's eyes start to flutter open. That's about when I began to realize that maybe I should have listened to the doctor. I was sitting on the bed, holding her hand, when I heard her scream.

"No! Leave me alone! No more!" I just started to react, to assure her she was ok, when she jerked her hand back, and the next thing I knew I had hit the wall and was sliding down to the floor. Wow, that hurt! I saw Victoria advancing towards me. I could tell by the look in her eyes she had no idea who I was. I remained very calm. I would not defend myself; I would not hurt her. If I was going to die, I could think of worse ways than at Victoria's hands. I watched in fascination as she started to hit me again. Then I saw a blur of movement, and her hand was held fast by a small hand. I hadn't seen that kind of strength since... Amy! She had grabbed Victoria's hand, and then she stepped between us.

"Let me go! I'll kill them!" Victoria screamed. She tried to pull her hand back, but it might as well have been set in concrete. Amy answered her calmly.

"No, Mom. I will not let you hit Dad again. Don't make me hurt you." Amy might have been discussing the weather, she was so quiet and calm. I found that even scarier than if she had yelled. I heard her call out to Katie in her mind to get the doctor in here, now, but to keep everyone else out.

About that time, I saw Victoria's eyes clear. She looked at Amy in amazement, and then she looked at me on the floor in horror.

"Oh Patrick, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! Oh God, what have I done?" She dissolved into a puddle of tears as Amy gently led her back over to the bed, sitting her down. I thought about helping her, but the pain I felt in my chest when I started to move convinced me that was not a good idea. When the doctor came in, he started towards Victoria, but Amy curtly told him to check me out first.

He determined there was not that much wrong with me, just a couple of bruised ribs and some aggravation of the gunshot wound that had not completely healed from before. I had always known that living with my girls was interesting, but lately, it was getting dangerous.

I went over and sat next to Victoria. Amy had been holding her as she cried. I reached out to put my arm around her, to comfort her. I was surprised when she flinched and drew away from me. Amy's eyes widened a little in surprise. Victoria had never done that before. We talked for a while, just the three of us. Victoria seemed her old self mostly, but she showed no interest in talking about what had happened to her. I figured she didn't want to talk in front of Amy.

Later that day, we all got together to hear Becky's story. We were all interested in knowing how a dead person was standing in front of us.

"Well, most of what Katie told you is what happened. After our father attacked me, I lost consciousness. When I awoke, the house was on fire. That's when I contacted Katie and she called the fire department. I lost consciousness again. Later, I woke up in the room where you found me. By overhearing conversations, I deduced that the fire was set deliberately and after I lost consciousness, another body was substituted for mine and I was removed from the scene. The interruption of contact between Katie and me was from a combination of loss of consciousness and something they did to interrupt the contact from my end. That is why I was out of contact for so long — I was unable to establish contact. That's all I know. I don't know why I was taken. I think it might have something to do with trying to get a particular someone to come and rescue me, by things I overheard. But they seemed to be waiting for something else to happen first. I don't know what.

Of course, we all had a million questions, most of which she could not answer. I noticed after a while that Amy had disappeared. I went looking for her. The door to her room was closed, so I knocked. When I didn't hear an answer, and I couldn't find her anywhere else, I opened the door, to find her lying on her bed, crying. I went in and sat beside her, asking her what was the matter.

"I'm glad Becky is back, I really am. But what's going to happen to me now? Katie doesn't need me anymore. She has her Becky back. I'm going to be all alone again. I don't think I can take it again, Daddy. I've gotten to love Katie so much, and I really do want what makes her happy, but I don't want to be all alone again!" Amy started crying again.

"Amy, there is no way Katie is going to just dump you. You know better than that. She loves you as much as you love her. I don't believe Becky would let her do it, either. Calm down, sweetheart. I will talk to them. But you know Katie better than that."

"I know, Daddy. I'm just being stupid. I guess just too much going on at the same time. I can't be superwoman all the time. I just get terrified when I think of being alone again, like I was before," she sighed. I kissed her, gave her a hug, and then tickled her until she begged me to stop, giggling hysterically.

I went back to Katie's room, to find Katie and Becky talking quietly, snuggling together.

"Hi girls. We have a small problem I need your help with," I greeted them. Becky was ecstatic. It made her feel like family to be asked to help. "It seems we have a hysterical young lady on our hands. Amy is convinced that with Becky back that she is going to be out of the picture with you, Katie, and is going to be all alone again." Katie looked at me in horror. Becky looked shocked.

"I would never do that!" Katie gasped. "I love Amy. Why would I ditch her? Besides, I don't think I even could remove her, but I wouldn't want to anyway. I know what it is like to be alone that way. I don't know how Becky has survived."

"I would never allow that to happen, Mr. Phillips," Becky stated flatly. "Even if Katie wanted to do that, which she never would, I would leave first. As for surviving, I am working on alternatives. Maybe three hooking in at once. Or another interesting alternative that I won't mention until I know it might work." She beamed at me.

"Would you two please talk to Amy? She gets frantic every time she thinks she might be alone again. Reassure her," I asked them. Later that night, Becky found me downstairs alone and explained what would be involved with hooking in with me. We decided to try it. After a few minutes of her concentrating, suddenly I felt my mind overflowing with warm, loving feelings. I was filled with orange tendrils everywhere.

"Oops!" Becky giggled. "Got a little carried away there! Let me take some back, and build a set spot for them in your mind so they're not just running around everywhere being a nuisance. There. How's that?" she asked. I didn't know what it was supposed to be like, but it was fine with me. She had a sweet, wonderful little mind that I just fell in love with right away. No wonder Katie was so distressed when Becky 'died'!

That night, when we went to bed, Victoria wore clothes to bed for the first time ever. She crawled into bed on the opposite side. When I tried to cuddle, she said she was sorry, but she just didn't feel like it tonight. I asked her what was the matter. She started crying, but wouldn't let me hold her.

"I guess there just isn't any way I can talk my way out of this one. You're not going to believe this was a car accident, are you?" She smiled faintly.

"Victoria, it's ok. You don't have to lie. I have known what you do for a living for over two years. I have known exactly whom you work for and exactly what your job is for over a year. You don't have to lie. I know you can't talk about it. I am concerned about what happened to you this time. I'm concerned about why you don't want me to touch you. Have I done something wrong?"

"Oh, no, Patrick, you have always been great to me! I love you so much. But they did an awful lot of bad things to me, and forced me to do a lot of awful things. I don't deserve you. I just need some time. I just can't tell you about it." She started crying again. She wouldn't let me hold her. She seemed so uncomfortable with me in the bed with her that I went into the basement and slept on the couch.

Over the next month, things really got bad between the two of us. Victoria used every excuse she could to go on trips, even when she didn't have to. I figured something was up the second time her boss called to send her on a trip and she wasn't home. She was supposedly already on one. When she was home, she moved into the spare bedroom and started sleeping in there. There was some underlying tension between Amy and her. No fights, just not as warm and friendly as they had always been. She refused to talk to me about anything important. She started picking fights with me on stupid little things. The similarities between the way she was acting and the way Cindi had acted after her rape was not lost on me. I refused to be sucked into the fights. I tried to be as sweet as I could, and told her every chance I could that I loved her. A few nights when she was home, I could swear she came home late at night drunk. To top it all off, I started having nightmares. They didn't have anything to do with her, but it was just another thing piled on top of me. I started dreaming about Julie, a six-year-old girl I had known when I was fourteen. She had been killed one night when I had failed to protect her as I told her I always would. I had not thought about her for years. Victoria had gotten me over that. But now, I was having very realistic nightmares where Julie was begging me to help her. Except she wasn't six years old, but she was twenty-nine years old, the age she currently would be. It was exhausting, as I was getting very little sleep. It all came to a head one night about six weeks after Victoria's rescue.

The girls were gone on a sleepover at Rebecca's house. I think it was a plan to give Victoria and me the house alone together to patch things up. Teenagers can be so naïve sometimes. They had all seen things were going downhill fast and were concerned. About ten o'clock that night, Victoria came up to me and said she wanted to talk. I was hoping she was finally going to open up to me. She did. Both barrels.

"Patrick, I think it's time I left," she said, without preamble. Stupid me, I didn't understand.

"Ok. When's your flight, and when do you think you'll be back?"

She sighed. "No, I mean I'm moving out. I have arranged to stay with a girl at work. She's picking me up in a little while." At least I can say she looked really upset about it. I was shocked. I felt cold all over, and a little dizzy. I closed my eyes. I felt like I was going to faint. I must have looked pretty bad, because Victoria looked concerned. "Are you ok?" She asked.

"Oh, sure, Vickie, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Just because the love of my life is shit canning our marriage and walking out on me? Shit, who wouldn't be fine with that?" I said bitterly. I could honestly say it was the first time I had ever really been mad at her. Plus, I was sacred to death. I knew I was reacting inappropriately, but I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had been kicked in the chest. I didn't know how to deal with this. The one constant I had always had was that Victoria loved me, that she would always be there in our marriage.

"What marriage?" She asked softly. "We haven't been married for 6 weeks now. I am no good to you. I can't let you touch me. All I do is hurt you. I hear you crying at night. Why do you think I moved into the spare bedroom? I couldn't stand lying next to you, knowing you were dying to touch me and I couldn't stand the thought. It's not you; it's me. I don't deserve you. I have destroyed our marriage with my lies and the awful things I have done, and I just can't stay around and watch you suffer. I'm sorry," she said softly.

"You would rather just walk out and end the whole thing than talk to me and work it out? What sense does that make? You know there is nothing you could have done that is so bad that I would stop loving you. Why can't you talk to me?" I asked desperately. I knew if she walked out, it would be over. I had to try to stop it. Separating to work it out never worked.

"I can't! Can't you understand that? I know you love me and you always will, no matter what. But I don't love me anymore. I want you to just remember me and what we had together as it was, not as it will be if I talk to you, if I stay around hurting you all the time. Things could never be the same again for us, no matter what you think. I am not the same person. I have let you down and betrayed you and I could never forget or forgive myself for that, even if you could. I deserve to be miserable and miss you for the rest of my life, and you deserve to be free to find someone better." How could she be so calm about this when I was dying?

"What about the girls?"

"They should stay with you. I can't give them the life they need. I will see them as often as I can."

"Victoria... is there someone else?" My heart was in my throat, waiting for her answer. I finally broke through to her, as she started crying.

"Oh, God, no, there could never be anyone else, Patrick! This is about me not being good enough for you, not finding someone better than you. There will never be anyone else. I am leaving here to spend the rest of my life alone. It's what I deserve."

I didn't know what to say. She walked out of the room, picked up the suitcase she had packed, and walked out the door. I went into the den, got out a bottle of some type of alcohol; I didn't even look to see what it was, and started drinking. The girls found me, passed out on the couch, at 2:00 AM when they came home. Becky had been concerned because she couldn't feel me in her mind anymore. No one knew that happened when you got drunk enough.

The next thing I knew, I was in the shower with Amy. Déjà vu. This was about as much fun as the last time, but in reverse. She was not in a very good mood. She woke me up with a cold shower, threw me out of the shower, and told me to be dried off and in the kitchen in five minutes, or she was coming to get me. She said I really didn't want her to come and get me. When I got into the kitchen, she gave me a big cup of coffee to drink. I told her I didn't like coffee. She told me to drink it or wear it. She wasn't kidding. I took the cup and went into the basement, where I poured it down the sink. Then I threw the cup against the wall. I was tired of pushy females running my life, and then walking out whenever they decided. Yeah, I know. Shows what type of mood I was in that I would even consider taking on Amy like that. I didn't even wonder if I would survive. I didn't really care. She looked so much like Victoria, I hated her right then just for that.

Amy came looking for me a few minutes later. I saw her look at the coffee cup in pieces on the floor, and then she came over and sat next to me.

"What happened? Did you drop the cup? I can get you some more," she said softly.

"Go ahead. And drink it yourself. I'm not drinking that shit. If you don't like it, then you can just fuck off. Get the hell out of here and leave me alone. When I want your help, I'll ask for it. And don't hold your breath. And don't send those other two down here to sweet talk me either. Go back to your sleepover. I'd like some peace and quiet for a change," I snarled.

Amy's eyes opened wide in shock for a minute. I don't think anyone had ever talked to her like that. Then she tilted her head to the side and looked at me, a look of understanding and sadness in her eyes.

"Where's Mom?" she asked softly.

"Who gives a fuck? I don't. You want her, go find her."

"Are you ok?" Amy asked, voice full of concern.

"Am I ok? Let's see. My oldest daughter is dead, murdered. My youngest daughter should be dead, twice over. But that's ok, she's alive. I have turned her into a killer, but she's alive. But for a miracle, I should be dead. My wife is almost killed, raped repeatedly, won't talk to me or even let me touch her, but what the hell, isn't that the way marriages are supposed to be, after 15 years? Especially after you risk your life and the life of your favorite daughter just to rescue her? I am having nightmares every night about a person who has been dead for years, and I can't sleep. Oh, but I forgot, about the marriage, it isn't a marriage anymore, because she left me tonight. Why the FUCK wouldn't I be ok, Amy?" I knew I was being a sniveling ass, but I just didn't care. I guess I knew Amy would love me, no matter what I said to her.

"Mom left you?" She asked quietly. She was suddenly very still and quiet. I had the fleeting thought that it was a good thing Victoria wasn't here. "I'm so sorry, Daddy."

Just then, Katie and Becky walked into the room. Probably calling for reinforcements with their freaky mind thing. I got even madder.

"Get the hell out of here, all of you! Get out! And stay out of my mind, too!" My warm and cuddly nature was showing through. They just stood there, looking at me, sad and hurt looks on their faces. I threw a couch pillow at them. I was really being mature. Then I just couldn't take it anymore. I was drunk, and too emotional. I started crying. They all ran over to me and started hugging me. I didn't care anymore. I just sobbed. They half carried me to bed, undressed me, and tucked me in. By the time I hit the bed, I was asleep. Either none of them slept with me that night, or they were already up when I woke up the next day. I know I wouldn't have wanted to sleep with me that night, if I were they.

As soon as I woke up, I knew something was seriously wrong. Then, it dawned on me. I felt it. I was such a fool. I had hurt somebody very sweet very seriously, just because I was so wrapped up in my own misery. I dressed as fast as I could, and ran downstairs. Amy was in the kitchen, making breakfast. I rushed into the room. She looked at me, concern and sadness in her eyes.

"Where is Becky?" I asked, devastated at what I had done to her. I could feel the orange tendrils were no longer in my mind. I had to fix this now.

"She's down in the basement. She seems really upset about something. Is that because of you? You are treading on thin ice with all of us if you hurt Becky, mister!" Amy said it half jokingly, but her eyes said she was concerned and she was only half joking.

I ran downstairs. Becky was sitting on the couch, knees up to her chin, arms wrapped around her legs, crying. I felt like crap. As if this sweet little girl had not gone through enough crap already, I had to heap some more on her. There was no excuse, even if I was upset. I knelt down in front of her, and lifted her head. I wiped her tears away, and held her close. She would have had every right to pull away from me, but she hugged me fiercely, as if I was going to disappear.

"Becky," I said softly, pain and embarrassment in my voice, "I am so sorry! I was upset and drunk. That is no excuse. Please forgive me. Please put your orange pieces back in my mind. I did not mean it that way. I would never be upset about you being there. Please."

She sobbed on my shoulder. "You said you wanted me there, and you wanted to be with me. You said! Why did you yell at me to stay out of your mind? That wasn't nice! I don't have to be there. It was just an idea. If you didn't want me to be there, all you had to do was tell me. I don't even have to live here. I can go away. I've been by myself for over a year; I can do it some more. You said you loved me. Why do you hate me now?" She sobbed uncontrollably. I saw Katie look in and give me a really dirty look for making her sister cry. She looked like she was going to come in, but Amy grabbed her and yanked her back out of the room. I felt awful. If I kept this up, I wasn't going to have any family left that wanted to talk to me.

"Becky, I don't know what to say. I did not mean it that way. I didn't know what I was saying. I love you. You are my 'Little Orange Person'. You saved my life. How could I hate you? Men are stupid that way; sometimes we say things that we have no idea how they are going to be taken. Please forgive me, sweetheart. Please come back into my mind." I kissed her, as passionately as I could. I had never really given her a real kiss before. Her eyes opened in surprise, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. She was inexperienced, but man, did she make up for it with desire!

"Do you really want me back in there?" She whispered haltingly. "You don't have to. I know it's difficult for someone who hasn't been used to it all his or her lives. I don't want to invade your privacy. Course, that's assuming I can do it. The little orange things are really mad at me for pulling them out. They haven't talked to me all morning!" She giggled. Was she serious?

"I really do, sweetheart. I miss you already." Since she had already done it once, it took only a short time to do it again. I felt the now familiar wash of love, as the tendrils scampered happily to their now appointed place. I felt at peace again. Well, almost. I sat down, and lifted Becky up on my lap. Then I kissed her. Really kissed her. Poor little virginal Becky (rape doesn't count). Never been kissed before, except by me a few minutes ago. By the time I was done kissing her, she could hardly breathe. She held me tight, trembling all over. Then she whispered in my ear.

"Are you going to make love to me?"

"Someday soon, Pretty Orange Person. Do you want me to?" I asked.

"Oh please! Don't tease me. Please!"

"Teasing is half the fun, silly." I started tickling her. Pretty soon, her shrieks had the other two peeking around the corner. When they saw that all was well and we were having fun, they all ran in and piled on. For a little while, all three of them made me forget my sadness.

That night, I went to bed by myself. Two nights in a row. I could understand last night, but I was starting to get lonely. It was odd. Victoria was seldom around. She hadn't even been gone as long as usual yet, but I missed her so much. I guess it was just knowing that she wasn't going to be around anymore that hurt. I was having a good cry when I felt the bed move. I wondered which one was coming to me. I turned around and got a surprise. All three had climbed into the bed!

"Are you girls planning on killing me tonight, or what?" I asked, teasing them. They were serious when they replied.

"Daddy," Amy whispered, "tonight is for you and Becky. We are here for moral support. And maybe a few crumbs afterwards," she giggled. I looked at Becky. She looked scared and excited. Her only other experience at this had not been good.

"Do you want to do this, Becky?" I asked. "This is your decision. Don't let anyone else decide for you. I love you, sweetie, I have you up here," I tapped my head, "and I don't need you anywhere else if you don't want to." I stroked her cheek softly as I spoke to her, and shivered as she softly rubbed her cheek against me.

"I want you, Da... Patrick. So much. I love you. The girls have told me how wonderful you are. I need that special feeling. I want to know what it feels like to be loved. Besides, no one here as made love to someone they are linked with. I want to see what it is like." Amy and Katie looked surprised. I don't think they knew we were linked. They grinned, and giggled, whispering to themselves. I couldn't hear all of it, but it sounded like bets on the odds of me surviving!

As I snuggled with Becky, I reflected on the last few months. As little as six months ago, the idea of being in bed with teenage girls for anything other than father-daughter snuggling was unknown to me. Now, I was snuggling with my daughters, but it was often so much more. The funny thing was, it was still father-daughter snuggling. Just with benefits. If they had decided tomorrow it would be nothing more, I don't think I would even protest. Sex with them was just a way to snuggle even closer. It was a result of love, not a reason for love.

The girls had all come in still dressed. Amy and Katie still remembered how much fun the undressing was. I kissed Becky, long and passionately, starting to slowly unbutton her blouse at the same time. Each time I unbuttoned a button, she gasped in my mouth and shivered all over. This was one excited little girl! When I finally undid the last button and pulled her blouse all the way opened, she shuddered all over and gave a little cry in my mouth. Had pretty, innocent little Becky just had her first little orgasm? I didn't doubt it. She was Katie's sister, after all, and I knew how hot Katie was. I started kissing her neck, her throat. She ran her fingers through my hair, and then held my head close to her. She gasped and cried out as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I licked it, sucked it, while playing and squeezing the other one. She was flushed all the way down to her chest.

I couldn't help teasing her a little. I stopped, and moved up, holding her close. I heard her whimper softly in frustration. I whispered in her ear.

"Do you want me to go on, sweetheart? I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want me to."

She was suddenly kissing me everywhere. My lips, face, neck, everywhere she could reach.

"Please! Please take me! Help me forget what it was like. Please make it good for me. Please love me! Help me, and let me help you forget your pain."

The love and sympathy washed over me. I couldn't believe it. Little Becky was worried about me! Wanted to make it good for me! Everyone was right. She was so sweet. I decided right then that everything really would be all for her tonight. She had already given me everything I needed tonight.

Amy and Katie were lying on either side of Becky. They were holding her, kissing her cheeks softly, whispering in her ear. There was nothing sexual about their cuddling or kissing each other, just the signs of affection I had seen my little angels do everyday, but I had seldom seen anything so hot. Amy and Katie looked at me and smiled sweetly, their eyes filled with desire, and with thanks for what I was doing for their sister.

I ran my hands down her sides softly, tickling her in the process. She shivered as I softly touched her, caught between being tickled and being aroused. Being aroused won out. I ran my hands softly, gently, slowly over her flat little stomach, caressing it and feeling it tremble each time I touched it. She was whimpering and crying out almost constantly now.

When I slipped my hand inside her shorts, inside her panties, I could feel her, Amy and Katie all jerk at once. They remembered how hot that was. Becky couldn't take it anymore, and she reached down to undo her shorts. I took her cute little hand and moved it up to my mouth, kissing it. I smiled at Amy and Katie, and they both reached down and started unbuttoning her shorts. Becky's eyes opened real wide in surprise and confusion, as they lifted her little butt and slipped her shorts and panties off. She looked at me, confused and scared. I whispered in her ear, comforting her.

"It's ok, Becky, they won't hurt you. They don't get into girls. They just want to help a little, make it good for you, and relive their first time. They won't touch you down there." She relaxed visible, and kissed me, a hot, smoldering kiss.

I started kissing my way down her body. She was trembling all over now. When I spread her legs apart and moved my head between her legs, she put her hands on my head and held me.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice trembling. "That's dirty and gross. You can't like that!" Before I could answer, Amy and Katie jumped in.

"Let him do it. You will love it. We promise!" They both assured her. They gently removed her hands from my head and lovingly held them, caressing and kissing them. I tried something new. I let my green surround her orange, and caressed her. Her eyes flew open in surprise and amazement, and then she smiled softly at me, and spread her legs more for me. I could feel her nervousness still.

"If you don't like it, I promise I'll stop," I reassured her. She smiled trustingly at me. Knowing what would happen, Katie kissed her just as I licked her little pussy and clit for the first time. She screamed into Katie's mouth. As I sucked her clit into my mouth for the first time, she screamed again, and started thrashing all over, shaking violently. Then she stiffened her whole body, cried out again, and passed out.

I was stunned at her reaction. I felt her completely short circuit in her mind. She cried out my name in her mind just before she fainted. If this was her reaction this early, this was going to be a very interesting night! Amy and Katie held her, looking at me in shock, as I gently licked her thighs and pussy, slowly and softly, feeling her jerk each time I touched her.

It took her quite a while to revive. When she finally came to, she threw her arms around my neck and dissolved into tears, holding me close. I could feel these were happy tears, but I could also feel something else. She had sampled my mind, and felt how much I wished this was Victoria, how much I missed her. She was crying out of intense emotion, but also in sympathy for me. I had tried to hide that emotion, but I couldn't hide from my Little Orange Person. I knew she understood completely, and loved me for always keeping Victoria first. She kissed away tears, tears I didn't even know I had been crying, and whispered to me that it was all right. Then she guided my cock to her pussy, and guided me right in, raising her hips to help me penetrate when I tried to go slow for her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and then did something I didn't expect, something I would never forget. All the time I stroked slowly in and out of her, she played scenes of my most intimate, wonderful sex with Victoria in my mind. Oh, how I loved this girl! It was always for someone else, never for her. When I came inside her, as she came with me, I passed out this time.

When I finally revived, I had three of the prettiest girls in the world cuddling with me. Becky was lying on top of me, with Amy and Katie snuggled as close as they could get. All three were kissing me everywhere they could reach. Amy and Katie had stunned looks on their faces. Amy expressed it for all of us.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen, Dad." She looked at Becky, her eyes filled with love. "Thank you!" she said. Becky smiled sweetly, blushing all over. We all fell asleep, snuggled together. I slept the whole night through, the first good night of sleep I'd had in six weeks.

It was dark in the room and Victoria was too far away for me to see her eyes, to see if they were the flat and devoid of all expression eyes I had seen twice before. If they were, it would mean that my life would probably end in the next few minutes, maybe literally. There was no outward indication of what she was feeling or thinking, but I just could not see any way it would be good.

Victoria walked into the room. She moved over to the bed, and just stood there, obviously waiting for me to say something, for me to explain what the HELL was going on before she killed me. Even at this time, my love and sympathy for Cindi won out over my fear and I just knew I had to protect her.

"Victoria, please don't blame Cindi for this. I'm the adult here, I'm responsible, and I should have stopped it. It's not her fault. She's a hurt little girl trying to find her way, trying to find love anyway she can. Blame me, but please do not blame her; please don't hurt her any more than she already has been by others and me. Although not intentionally, I took advantage of her and I cannot tell you how sorry I am".

I said all of this in a whisper, hoping not to wake up Cindi and have her face this any sooner than she had to. I could finally see Victoria's eyes, although not well through my tears. They did not look flat and devoid of all expression; maybe I would live through this yet. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Then, she bent down and kissed me!

I was stunned! I could not think. Her first kiss was just a gentle kiss, too quick for my numbed mind to even respond. Then she kissed me again, and this time her mouth opened and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I automatically responded, as my brain tried to figure out what was going on.

After she broke the kiss, she sat up and looked at me. Her eyes were solemn, with a little twinkle.

"Surprised you didn't I?" she asked, and smiled gently. I could only nod my head yes.

"Look", she said, "I know you well. You would never take advantage of anyone. I doubt very much this was your idea, or that you gave up easily. I've seen the change in Cindi the last few weeks; I'm not entirely surprised by this. Whatever you are doing with her, it seems to be working, she seems to be getting better, and that's all I care about. If I thought you were just taking advantage of our daughter to get some teenage nookie, we would not be talking right now. However, be careful - Amy must not know about this, and for heaven's sake close the bedroom door! I'll call from now on before I come home."

Before I could even respond, Cindi started to wake up, apparently awakened by our voices. When she opened her eyes, she was looking at me and obviously didn't know someone else was in the room yet. She smiled at me brightly, and then noticed the direction I was looking, turned her head, and saw her mother sitting on the bed. The look of fear on her face broke my heart.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Mommy, I'm so sorry, it was all my fault, please don't hate Daddy, I made him do it, he tried to stop me, but I tricked him while he was asleep, please Mommy, don't hate him, he loves you so much, I'll go away and live somewhere else, please don't divorce him... Please Mommy" she begged in a little girl voice and started crying.

Victoria tried to look stern and mad for a minute - she is Amy's mother, after all and cannot resist teasing people - but she quickly stopped when she realized how upset Cindi was. She reached out and took Cindi into her arms, and held her and kissed her.

"It's alright, honey, I know. I understand. I'm not mad... well, I might be a little if you've worn him out!"

Cindi's eyes were as big as saucers as she tried to understand what she was being told.

"You know you can't let anyone know about this. Not even Amy. Especially not Amy. If any one finds out, your dad would go to jail and they would take you two away. You have to be very careful."

Uh oh. Cindi had been practicing Amy's eye rolls. She was not as good at it as Amy was, but this one was not too bad. "I know, Mom. I'm not stupid, you know. I won't tell anyone." Then I could see it in her eyes. Victoria could too; we both smiled a little as Cindi decided that maybe she shouldn't be so snippy with her Mom considering the current circumstances.

"So, you're really not mad at me?"

"Well, I'm a little upset about this and there is one thing we need to resolve right now, young lady."

I could see the look in Victoria's eyes, so I knew this was going to be good - she was playing with Cindi. You are so bad, Victoria, I thought. The fear was back in Cindi's eyes.

"Oh, God, Mom, anything, I promise I'll do anything to make it better, please tell me what I can do!"

"Well, it's my turn and you are in the way. Could you move over, please?"

I could see the wheels turning in Cindi's head as she tried to understand what her Mom was saying. Then her eyes opened very wide, she blushed bright red clear down to her chest, she gave a nervous little laugh, and jumped over to the other side of the bed as if she had been shot. She watched, fascinated, as Victoria stood up and started to undress. "MOM!!"

Although I was surprised, I was not very shocked as she undressed in front of us. Victoria had shown a flash of inventiveness in the past, although not what would be called kinky now days. There had been an interesting girlfriend swap with us and my roommate and his girlfriend in college. Victoria had gone with my roommate before me, and I had always been madly in love with his girlfriend, so it worked out well. Only thing was, everyone had been in on the plans except me. I did not learn until years later that while I thought Samantha was seducing me one weekend, Robert and Victoria had been off having one last fling. A month and a half later, Robert announced he and Samantha were getting married, as she was pregnant. I always wondered whose baby it was...

As Victoria finished getting undressed, she got up on the bed. When she gets home after a long trip, she usually likes to take me inside her right away the first time, without any foreplay. She is usually so horny she is ready to go right away. Then we play around later. As she lowered herself down on me, I thought Cindi was going to die. She was so embarrassed, and yes, there was a little bit of "EWWWW" as she watched her parents make love, but she was also riveted in place, fascinated; she could not have moved if she had wanted to.

Victoria reached over, took her hand, and pulled her over close to us again.

"Cindi, honey, climb up on Daddy's face and show me what he does to you that has made you so much better." Victoria looked over at me and smiled.

"MOM!!"

"It's ok, honey, Mom won't mind." I said.

"DAD!!!"

As Victoria put her arms around Cindi and moved her over, helping her get into position, Cindi covered her face with her hands. I think her whole body was bright red. "I cannot believe I am doing this," she moaned. "I am so embarrassed".

I put my hands on her hips, and lowered her down on my face, licking her pussy and sucking her clit into my mouth. She jerked, trembled and screeched quietly, and then seemed to forget all about her embarrassment. Amazing how that works, isn't it?

I was quickly getting overwhelmed. Two of my favorite four females in the whole world were making love to me. I was really pushing it with Cindi, as I wanted to make sure she had an orgasm before Victoria finished me off, but it was going to be close. Cindi was having problems sitting upright she was so turned on, and she leaned back against her Mom for support. Victoria put her arms around her waist and held on to her, whispering in her ear, asking her how it was, as she stroked her hair.

"Oh, God, Mom, you have no idea how good this feels!" Then she giggled. "Oops, yeah I guess you do!"

Cindi cried out as I pushed my finger up into her, as her orgasm overtook her. That, plus the sight of the two of them cuddled together, and the sound of Victoria's orgasm, was enough to set me off.

After we all calmed down a little and could almost breathe again, Cindi became aware again of where she was and what condition she was in. She turned beet red again, jumped off the bed and me saying, "I am SO embarrassed, I can't believe I did this, I got to go!" and ran out of the room. Victoria and I looked at each other and laughed.

"I'll go talk to her. She'll be ok," she said, as she got dressed and left the room. Later, she came back and said Cindi was ok, she was just really embarrassed, but they had a nice long talk and she would get over it. Victoria got undressed, climbed back in bed, and we proceeded to have our usual day of fun when she got home. Funny thing, the next day, it was always Amy that brought us food in the room. Cindi always seemed to be busy.

Nothing like that ever happened again. Neither Victoria nor Cindi did anything sexual with each other during that one time, nor did Victoria ever participate in any other sexual activities with Cindi and me again. Neither of them ever mentioned it again, nor did I. Cindi did, however, always blush so prettily anytime Victoria and I ever kissed, cuddled, or did anything even remotely sexual. I started paying more attention to when Victoria was coming home, and Cindi and I had a rule that we never did anything when Victoria was home or coming home.

Victoria and I had a long talk the next evening when the girls were out. She agreed that what was happening was good for Cindi and should continue. She did, however, formally express some ground rules, all of which I was following anyway. Her ground rules were a) this could only be with full consent of all parties involved. If at any time Cindi was to say no or express any doubts about continuing the relationship, I was to never touch her sexually again, nor was I to try to change her mind; b) there were to be no babies c) be careful, no diseases d) Cindi was to be encouraged to date when she felt comfortable and the time was right - this was not meant to be a permanent relationship e) unless she specifically asked, Victoria did not want to know any of the details, unless it was necessary for Cindi's well being, and f) Cindi was not meant as a replacement for Victoria. If Victoria ever felt that she was being neglected sexually or emotionally because of the relationship with Cindi, we would pull the plug on the whole deal, regardless of the circumstances. I agreed whole-heartedly to all the conditions, as she knew I would. There was never any jealousy between the two, Cindi managed to hide it from Amy (quite an amazing feat as we discovered later), and the situation continued until circumstances beyond anyone's control caused it to stop about six months later.