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Age Can Make A Difference
by Obmuj (address withheld)
edited by Bud Stumper

***

All the time the family enjoyed their home, "The Eyes" 
watched and waited for his time with Candi, and upon 
her reaching twelve, it was time. Her father, Kemp, had 
become a wealthy man as a practicing veterinarian, with 
a wife who, he discovered after her death, had cheated 
on him from the time she let him assume he had taken 
her virginity. His own little girl gave him more love 
than she should have. (MMf, ped, nc, rp, exh, inc, v, 
1st, orgy)

***
 
After an inheritance of a considerable amount, Kemp 
Davenport found that he was enjoying life at thirty two 
years of age with his charming and attractive wife 
Gwen, who at thirty one, gave her love to him to the 
fullest extent. Their marriage was complete with their 
only child, a daughter Candi, who had turned eleven on 
the last day of May.

When Candi was born, Gwen suffered major complications 
and was unable to have other children, so the love they 
gave to their only daughter was expressed constantly by 
both parents. Nothing could give either of them more 
pleasure than watching their cute and vivacious young 
child move from taking her first step, uttering "Dada," 
and then starting school. Each school year that passed 
reflected the intelligence that Candi possessed, as her 
report card was always noted with perfect scores or 
grades.

Summer was upon the land, and as she completed the 
fifth grade, Candi had been given an award for her 
perfect scholarship achievements and for perfect 
attendance for the sixth year in a row. Once she’d 
entered kindergarten, she loved school, and looked 
forward each day to what the education process had in 
store for her.

Kemp had been the beneficiary of his grandparents’ 
estate and, when he was growing up, had worked each 
summer on their farm. During his years in college, he’d 
worked on the farm during the summer months, and would 
even help his grandfather with chores around the farm 
after he graduated from college, up until his 
grandparents had been killed when the farm house caught 
fire and burned to the ground, six years ago.

Having no desire to farm the 640 areas, he sold-off all 
but 160 acres, while retaining the barns and other out-
buildings. The large herd of Angus cattle was sold off, 
which included two prime bulls, and 40 of the best 
cattle, 22 of which had calves. The money realized in 
selling the land, which he had divided into 20-acre 
plots, and the farm equipment, together with the other 
assets of the estate, provided Kemp and Gwen nearly 
five million dollars.

The 160-acres that he didn’t sell were on the west side 
of the farm and had a large wooded hill, which 
overlooked a tree-lined meadow. The valley was nestled 
between hills on four sides and the road he built to 
where he constructed a home was three-fourths of a mile 
from the main road. Their dream home was isolated from 
any neighbors.

A fairly large stream ran through the middle of the 
valley, and curled up against the wooded hill on the 
opposite side from where Kemp had built their five-
thousand-square-foot log home. The logs used to 
construct the cabin came from clearing an area slightly 
more than halfway up the hill to put in a driveway and 
three acres of lawn. The back of their new home was 
just twenty feet from the woods.

When the home was constructed, he’d made the complete 
east end of the cabin into a master suite for him and 
Gwen. A balcony wrapped around each side of their 
bedroom suite, and sliding doors opened on all three 
sides onto the balcony. He’d kept the east and west 
sides of the house without bedroom windows to aid in 
the strength of the building. Large windows allowed a 
view of the valley on the front of the cabin, and the 
double sliding doors on the back side of the suite 
allowed a view of the trees in back of their home. 

On the opposite end of the home, the same treatment was 
made for the room constructed for Candi. She had a 
small balcony on the back of the house, and a larger 
balcony on the front side of her bedroom. The cabin had 
an extended center to the floor plan, and it was twenty 
feet out from the bedrooms on each end of the building.

Kemp had built an extended roof line over the front 
balconies and they reached to the center of the cabin. 
The roof also covered the balconies on the sides and 
rear of the large structure. There were two bedrooms 
between the end wings of the upper floor of the cabin, 
and each had a bathroom that was next to the end units, 
and this provided sound privacy to the major bedrooms. 
The back of the upper floor of the cabin had a private 
room for Gwen. A den, which Kemp had built for himself 
was located in the center section on the upper floor. 
It had a cathedral ceiling with windows from the floor 
to the roofline, and a full master bath opening off the 
den.

The lower floor of the home was spacious, and the 
entryway was through double glass custom-made doors, 
each forty inches wide. Once inside the entrance foyer 
of the home, a turn to the left took one to the large 
great-room, and to the right, the dining room and 
kitchen. At the rear of the home was a video room with 
a pool table and video games. 

An isolated indoor pool was located behind the great-
room, which was open on the back side with large floor-
to-ceiling glass windows across the entire area, and 
four-foot log beams, to support the upper portion of 
the home. Hidden within this log structure were steel 
beams and posts to add additional support. A three car 
garage and basement were located under the home, except 
where the pool was located.

Before constructing the building, Kemp had positioned 
two wind-driven generators, which provided more than 
sufficient electrical power to run the home. Since he 
didn’t want to have the view of the valley marked with 
electrical power lines, he’d constructed, on his own, 
an underground telephone cable.

There was an abandoned oil well on the property near 
the entrance to his paradise, which was still capable 
of producing, so he had a supply of natural gas to 
provide the fuel for heating the cabin and the boiler 
he had installed for the pool. In addition, Kemp had 
installed solar panels on the overhanging roofs at the 
east and west ends of the cabin.

Candi was home alone. It was Wednesday morning, and 
after enjoying a bowl of cereal with fresh raspberries 
for breakfast, she decided to take a swim. As was the 
practice when no one was around except a few close 
friends of Kemp and Gwen, the family swam nude. 

Kemp felt uncomfortable being nude in front of his 
daughter, now that she wasn’t a baby any longer, but he 
also swam in the nude. After swimming for ten minutes, 
Candi placed a couple of towels down on the floor at 
the end of the building where the sun was shining 
through. Lying down in the sunlight, she found the 
warmth comforting.

Unknown to the Kemp family, a set of eyes had 
discovered the lair of the Davenport household, and had 
taken to walking through the woods to their home site. 
"The Eyes" belonged to a converted voyeuristic male who 
was now capturing the family in innocent play and 
living, but also viewing the adults in their most 
intimate moments. What had started out as searching for 
mushrooms a few months ago, his viewing had gone from 
limited to seeking out the home at night.

With the lights on in the privacy of their bedrooms, 
and with the aid of binoculars or a medium sized 
telescope, "The Eyes" could view the inward thrusts and 
withdrawals of Kemp’s manhood into his wife. Even the 
oral pleasure they gave to each other did not go 
unnoticed, and the excitement of the man whose eyes 
took in the most enjoyable aspects of sex between the 
deeply in love couple did not stop taking his actions 
further. 

Obtaining an expensive video camera and a McIntosh 
computer to edit the tapes, he was soon recording any 
acts of intimacy that occurred between Gwen and Kemp. 
Lately he had discovered a way to view the interior of 
the home during the day, and he would spy on the 
daughter as well as the parents. After a time, he made 
daily trips during the week to see if he could be lucky 
and watch the frolics of the young girl.

Today, "The Eyes" were watching the young girl as she 
climbed from the pool, and laid towels on the tile 
floor of the pool deck and tucked a small air-pillow 
under her head. In her total ignorance, Candi laid on 
the floor, enjoying the summer sun, as it tanned her 
girlish body. 

Candi moved her legs apart and had no thought of 
someone watching her or finding her actions sexual. 
"The Eyes" took in the sight of the slender legs, and 
he knew the girl had just celebrated her birthday, 
having turned eleven a few weeks ago. 

"Damn! She has her legs spread open to allow the sun’s 
rays to strike her inner thighs and tan her all over," 
he thought.

The man behind the eyes found it necessary to take out 
his erection, and once free and removed from his pants, 
found it necessary to stroke it until his male fluids 
shot from the end of his fairly large manhood. His eyes 
took in the sight of the girl as she pulled her right 
leg back, bent at the knee, to inspect her foot and 
while doing so, caused her tiny sex to gap slightly 
open. 

Moving quickly, "The Eyes" looked at the LCD screen on 
the video camera, and soon zoomed from the girl’s face 
to her pubic area. There was the small gap between her 
legs spread open to his view, and he imagined he could 
view her cherry. "God damn," he thought, "What a piece 
of pussy! Even if she isn’t big enough to fuck, her 
little hairless twat is definitely worth looking at, 
and she doesn’t have the slightest idea I’m watching 
her."

Rethinking his thoughts on viewing her pussy after so 
many times, he decided she was ready to have the smooth 
and hairless cunt between her legs stuck with his cock. 
"Damn," "The Eyes" thought, "What would it be like to 
shove my cock into such a young little cunt, and to 
hear her scream when I pop her cherry?" He then 
decided, somehow, he would get her little cherry?

Using the zoom on the camera, "The Eyes" took-in the 
sight of the small vagina and they noticed her labia 
had not really grown to provide puffy lips around her 
sexual opening. "Hell, she only has small, fatty strips 
on each side of her twat, that someday would be fatty 
pussy-lips, but for now, her lips are so small they 
don’t look like a real pussy, but more like a knife 
wound in which the skin has rolled back away from the 
cut."

"Oh damn, shit - shit - shit, that little pussy is so 
fucking pink inside, hell, now she has it so stretched 
I swear to god, it looks so good, I would eat her at 
Main and Chestnut Streets downtown on any Saturday 
morning." 

"The Eyes" continued to watch the young girl as she 
scratched her legs, feet, and even across her pussy, 
and he completed his previous comment. "And I’d be 
damned for it, but I would give her two hours to draw a 
crowd." As he spoke, he watched as she did a young girl 
thing and stood up, acting like a cheerleader, and did 
what he could see were cheers and hand movements. Then 
the little girl completed hand stands with her legs 
spread completely open, and her gash displayed to its 
fullest.

 "Man, she is bending backwards; resting on her hands 
and feet only, and her body is arched so her pussy is 
pointed directly toward me. Her cunt is wide open, 
damn-damn-double damn, I would love to stand between 
those skinny legs and jam my cock up her fucking hole," 
"The Eyes" said to himself. For another ten minutes she 
played one-form-or-another of a childish game, then 
bent over and picked up the towels with her round 
little ass toward him. With his camera recoding her 
moves, he watched as she walked over to the shower and 
rinsed off.

Candi had no idea of the lust she’d created in the 
man’s mind. Walking to her room, she looked in the 
mirror over her dresser, and made small hand movements 
over her yet-to-start-developing breasts. "The Eyes" 
took in the squeezing of her chest skin, as if she was 
making the fatty skin over her breast-bone into a tit. 
"No luck, little pussy; you have a couple of years to 
go before you have anything up on the top-deck to drive 
some boy wild - and me as well. I hope to hell I get to 
see you when you get tits!" 

The vibrant girl hadn’t reached the plateau of 
development that brought on masturbation, except for 
the occasional slipping of both of her hands down to 
cover her vulva. The vision of Candi was causing the 
man to seek release in a way other than stroking his 
once-more-erect male sexual object.

Finally, Candi walked over to her dresser and took out 
a pair of cotton panties which she slipped on, then 
stepped into a pair of shorts, pulled a top over her 
head, and followed with her shoes. Moving from the 
room, she felt a strange sensation pass through her 
body, as if someone was looking at her. Was her 
imagination making her believe she was not alone in her 
own room? She’d been having those feelings more and 
more recently.

Knowing his view of the girl’s nakedness was over for 
the day, the man walked back through the brush on the 
two-mile trek to his home. He reached the woven-wire 
fence topped with a double strand of barbed wire – 
right where he had parked his green motorized unit, and 
rode home. Once there, he viewed the video he had just 
shot, and then marked it with a "C" and the date. "The 
Eyes" spoke aloud, "I need to get some still photos, so 
the next time I go into town, I will buy a digital 
camera."

"Hello, hi Linda, what are you doing?" Candi asked as 
she answered her phone, having seen the name and phone 
number on the caller ID screen. For the next half hour, 
they spoke of eleven-year-old things, and Linda said 
that her mom was going to drop her off at her place, if 
that was okay. "Great, tell your mom to buzz me at the 
gate callbox, and I’ll let you through the gate." It 
was nearly eleven o’clock when Linda arrived, and 
during the first hour, they listened to CDs and ate a 
snack.

The soup and grilled cheese sandwiches had been good, 
and after doing the few dishes they had dirtied, walked 
outside and down the hill to the small stream that Kemp 
had dug with a rented dozer. This had given him a small 
stream that now ran from the big curve in the large 
creek, nearly half a mile past the log home, and then 
back to the main creek once more. 

At one point in the newly formed stream, Kemp had split 
the flow around a piece of land the size of a couple of 
football fields, for an island picnic area. There were 
a few trees to provide shade, and a log picnic shelter. 
After dumping several loads of stone and fine gravel on 
the ground as a base, he’d covered it with concrete.

This had become a place where Candi and her friends 
felt they had a private playground, and would play 
under the shelter. To supplement the mud-suckers that 
he’d remembered catching as a kid, Kemp had stocked the 
streams with bass and bluegill, which he’d catch for 
his wife to cook. The girls loved to take bread and 
make balls of dough and toss them for the fish to 
catch. Many times, Candi had used up the bread and her 
mother would scold her for doing so, as there would be 
no bread for their dinner.

Today was like any other day, and after a while the 
girls were bored, so they hiked back up to the house 
and went inside. Getting each a soda, Candi and her 
friend went into her room and began to watch one of the 
music channels on the television. When Gwen walked into 
the house, she found her daughter and Linda sitting at 
the kitchen table, each talking on one of the portable 
phones, so they could have a three-way conversation 
with another girlfriend, Nancy Boyer, who was a year 
older than they were.

That evening, Kemp and Gwen were swimming in the pool 
and thought nothing of Candi diving and coming up from 
under the water to where they were floating. For ten 
minutes the three of them enjoyed being in the pool. 
Kemp was slightly disappointed when Candi dived into 
the water, as he had his erection tucked between his 
wife’s thighs when she joined them. When they climbed 
out of the water, he was still erect, and Candi noticed 
that her father’s thing was bigger and stuck out in 
front of him. Candi knew what she was viewing, although 
she did not relate it to her parents having sex.

None of the three noticed that "The Eyes" were looking 
at them through the telescope or the video camera that 
was capturing their nakedness on film. Candi was the 
first to leave the pool and rinse off at the shower. 
She went inside to dress, leaving her parents alone 
once more. After a few minutes, Kemp pushed himself up 
to where he was seated on the edge of the pool. "The 
Eyes" caught Gwen as she moved in front of her husband 
and begin to take his thick erection into her mouth.

For five minutes, the video camera recorded the woman 
moving her mouth and hand up-and-down at the same time 
on the thick erection. When Gwen stopped, "The Eyes" 
could see that the woman was drinking the juices the 
man had ejected into her mouth. The camera continued to 
record the couple as Kemp returned the oral delight to 
his wife. Gwen could be seen squeezing her eyes tightly 
together, and her mouth was assuredly voicing her 
approval. With her legs dangling over her husband’s 
shoulders, she lay back on the pool deck in final 
surrender of her inner soul.

Something caught "The Eyes" attention, and panning the 
camera toward the entrance of the pool from the family 
room, he saw the daughter standing just inside the pool 
watching her father making oral love to her mother.

Candi had stood for minutes watching, first her mother 
with her father’s stiff thing her mouth, and now was 
viewing her mother’s face as she lay back on the tile 
of the pool deck. The eleven-year-old knew nothing of 
oral sex, as she took in what she knew was her father 
kissing and licking her mother’s kitten. The image did 
not shock the young girl, as "The Eyes" noted, but she 
left quickly before being discovered by her parents. 
Candi went to her room and quickly turned on her 
computer and typed in, "kissing between a woman’s 
legs."

The next thing Candi was exploring the world of sex on 
the computer, and the more web sites she opened, the 
more confused she became. Yet her mind explained that 
doing the thing her father was doing to her mother was 
called oral sex, eating pussy, Frenching, licking her 
out, and other names.

Next Candi typed in, "woman suck man’s penis" and when 
she opened up the sites, she saw more than she had 
observed at the pool. Photos of a man squirting white 
stuff into the woman’s mouth and onto her face and 
breasts made the preteen shudder, not noticing that she 
was rubbing her tiny slit between her legs.

This was Candi’s initial introduction to sex. She was 
overwhelmed, and after finding photos of the same thing 
her parents had been doing, quickly turned off the 
computer so her parents wouldn’t see her, and crawled 
into bed. Her mind was going a hundred miles per hour, 
and she knew that what she had discovered was something 
her parents must not catch her viewing. A single tear 
caught in her eye as she knew that her life was forever 
changed after what she had seen between her parents, 
and what she had viewed on the computer screen. Before 
going to sleep, Candi knew she wanted to see her 
parents like they were at the pool again. Wait until I 
show Linda what I have discovered, she thought, and 
maybe we both can watch my parents. 

The next morning, Candi awoke at six and knew her 
parents would be waking up to prepare for another day 
at work. Her father, Kemp, was a veterinarian, and 
Gwen, her mother, was an RN at a family-practice 
physician’s office in town.

Gwen had started to work at Dr. Wilbur Carr’s practice 
before she married Kemp, and within five days, had lost 
her virginity to him. That had been a painful 
experience for the young nurse, and it was another 
month before she finally gave-in to Will taking her 
again. From then until now, she allowed the doctor to 
have her at least once a week, and for whatever the 
reason, never felt a pang of guilt in making her 
husband a cuckolded man.

Walking down the hallway to her parent’s bedroom, Candi 
saw the door was open, and she walked into the room. 
She saw her father lying on the bed, the sheet pulled 
back from his body. He was nude. Her mother was not in 
the room, and that is when she caught the whiff of 
coffee filing the air, and knew that her mother was in 
the kitchen. Having slept in only her panties, Candi 
didn’t think about her father being naked. His thing 
was bigger than normal and seemed to be stiff, pointing 
up onto his stomach.

Candi ran toward the bed shouting out, "Here I come; 
wake up Daddy," and jumping onto the bed at the same 
time, her open legs allowed her panty-covered young sex 
to land squarely on her father’s erection.

"Holy cow, you crazy girl, you scared the heck out of 
me!" That was when Kemp felt his little girl’s panty-
covered crotch pressed against his hard-on. Afraid to 
move, and uncertain how to ask his daughter to move, he 
was relieved when Gwen entered the room not knowing 
that her husband was erect, and seeing her little 
daughter, understood why he’d shouted out and caused 
her to run upstairs to see what was wrong.

"Did the little girl scare the big, bad Daddy? Poor 
Sugar," which was the affectionate name that Gwen used 
toward her husband. She gave a small jump and landed 
across her husband’s chest. That did not bother Kemp, 
as that kept his wife from noticing he had an erection 
pressing tightly against their daughter‘s crotch. After 
a slight struggle, he overcame the two females, and 
quickly turning onto his stomach, stayed that way until 
his erection went down some, and his wife and daughter 
finally stopped bouncing on him.

Candi lay down between her father and mother and she 
wondered about her daddy’s thing she’d just sat on. She 
wished her mother hadn’t shown up, since it felt good 
as she had rubbed against it, even with her panties on. 
"The next time I’ll be naked," she thought to herself. 
The three of them lay on the bed together for the first 
time in many years, and Gwen thought it must have been 
at least five. Finally she rose from the bed, and spoke 
to her two housemates, "My Dear Sugar, your coffee is 
ready, and I have fruit and yogurt on the table for all 
of us, so let’s go eat."

Gwen, dressed in her short robe, allowed her daughter 
to notice her pubic area, although she didn’t consider 
that at the time. Candi, on the other hand hadn’t until 
now ever thought about her mom‘s sex; now she 
understood what the area between a woman’s legs was 
for. The area wasn’t just to pee with, or to have 
babies come out. "No," thought the eleven-year-old, 
after reading and viewing the things on the computer 
screen last night. "It allowed females to enjoy S E X!"

Looking at his wife as she poured him another cup off 
coffee, Kemp thought how wonderful she made his life. 
He firmly believed that no man had ever been with her 
sexually except him, and that she was a virgin when 
they married. Gwen had been at the end of her period, 
and there had been a small amount of blood on him and 
the sheets after they’d made love on their wedding 
night. When he’d seen the blood the following morning 
he was never without doubt that he had taken his wife’s 
virginity.

Kemp was slightly larger than some men in the manhood 
department, and when he’d shoved it up Gwen the first 
time on their wedding night, he’d entered her quickly, 
and she cried out when the suddenness of the act spread 
her sex open, and he struck deep into her uterus. The 
deception, which Gwen hadn’t planned, was something 
that Kemp kept in his mind, and never questioned the 
fact he wasn’t the first and only male to share those 
smooth thighs against his body.

After Kemp left for work, Gwen went to the master suite 
she shared with her husband and thought of how he would 
feel if he knew she had sex at least once a week with 
Will. There had never been a time she felt she should 
inform her husband of her being unfaithful, and as she 
eased into the warm bath she prepared for herself, she 
sprinkled some bath salts in the water, knowing that 
her body would be smelling of flowers when she arrived 
at the office and started the closed-on-Thursday-
morning work day. This was the time that Dr. Carr had 
set aside for the two of them to be intimate, and as 
she trimmed her bikini line, she became sexually heated 
in knowing she would soon be soundly taken by the man 
who had captured her virginity thirteen-years before. 
The excitement became almost unbearable as she used her 
fingers to hold her labia to the side so she could 
shave around the area between her legs, and the thick 
puffy lips that were the matching gates that opened 
into her womanhood that gave men in her life so much 
pleasure.

Letting her mind return to the first time she’d had 
sex, really any type of sex, she remembered the hurt 
and difficulty Will had in entering her virgin sex. It 
would not allow her lover to enter her and she recalled 
Will telling her, "You have the toughest cherry I have 
ever tried to bust." Every time he attempted to enter 
her, she remembered how she’d cried out that it hurt 
too much, and when Will moved her legs up in the air 
and held them on his shoulders, he made several hard 
and brutal jams of his cock into her pussy. Finally in 
a burst of brutal thrust, he tore through her hymen. 
For Gwen, the pain was so much that she passed out. 
Later, Will had told her that he should have surgically 
removed her virginity, as she was one of the few women 
who had such a thick and tight hymen. 

Gwen had spent two weeks at OSU Medical College 
completing her on-going education requirements a couple 
of years ago, and she had fallen into bed with a 
nineteen-year-old geology major at the university whom 
she had met one morning in the student cafeteria. 
Reading the material for the third time she was going 
to be tested on that afternoon, she’d had the feeling 
that someone was staring at her. After a couple more 
sips of coffee, her cup would be empty, which would 
give her the opportunity to stand up and look to see if 
someone was indeed looking at her.

Glancing at the table in front of her, she saw the 
dark, ruggedly-handsome young student looking under her 
table. That was when she’d realized that the overly 
short skirt she was wearing was more than half way up 
her thighs, and as usual, she was not wearing panties. 
Her face turned beet-red, as she knew the young boy had 
been viewing her spread-open legs, and in fact, she 
still retained the habit she’d had as a junior high 
student and on through college, and even today at home 
when seated at the kitchen table. She would pull her 
legs back and hook her feet behind the legs on the 
chair. "Holy shit! He must have seen the whole-nine-
yards," she thought, then correcting herself, "No, just 
the hair covering my hole!" Knowing she’d unconsciously 
exposed her sex to the young boy had given her immense 
satisfaction, and she’d wondered if he’d enjoyed 
viewing her hair. Perhaps her sex had spread apart, 
which would have made it better for him -- but great 
for her. 

When she’d untangled her feet from the chair legs and 
moved to stand up, the handsome boy raised his eyes and 
smiled at her. Then it dawned on her; she’d been 
sitting in this same chair each of the past three 
mornings, and knew that her sex had been opening 
displayed. Walking past the young boy, Gwen looked at 
his face and smiling, thought, "What the hell should I 
do now? I shot him my beaver for the last four days, 
even if I wasn‘t aware of it at the time."

While refilling her coffee cup, she’d heard someone 
ask, "New in school? Looks like you’re a nursing 
student, are you?" That question had broken the ice 
between the two of them, and before leaving for class, 
the young boy had asked her to have dinner with him, 
which for some strange reason, she’d accepted.

That night they’d spent an hour eating and talking, and 
before another ten minutes had passed, she was lying 
nude on her back with Tom Smith, the school’s star 
quarterback, pounding his erection deep inside her sex. 
Had someone asked her before that moment if she would 
have sex with a black male, she would have laughed and 
said, "Why? I’m married!" That night, she was taken 
four times by the muscular youth, and he rode her so 
deeply and hard, that she thought at one point he would 
disjoint her hips, as he’d bent her legs back over her 
body and spread them open with his large hands.

When Tom left her a few minutes short of midnight, she 
smiled and kissed him goodbye at the motel room door 
where she was staying. Over dinner, Tom had asked if 
she was aware of displaying her sex to him, and Gwen 
explained exactly what she had done.

For the next nine nights, she was ridden hard, but when 
Tom tried to convince her to let him have virgin anus, 
she refused the first three nights he asked. After that 
he took her butt four different times, and he started 
spending the nights with her. Each morning she woke up 
and would start sucking on his thick, black erection, 
and once when she’d had him ready to ejaculate, pulled 
him on top of her. She went to class with his cream in 
her body and had to wear panties, which she hated, but 
knew if she hadn’t, his cream would drip from deep in 
her sex and stain her clothes. People would have known 
what the stains were!

When Gwen had returned home, Kemp greeted her and 
asked, "Is my little love-nest lonesome and wants some 
of my anxiously awaiting manhood?" The reality of it 
was, Gwen had been done so many times that her sex felt 
raw, especially deep inside. As a nurse, she understood 
that her womb had been battered and bruised, and 
jokingly thought that it was likely black and blue well 
up inside her uterus, and deeper than any erection had 
ever pounded into her body.

She’d wanted to reply, "My dear husband, I’d love to 
tell you yes, but I know for certain my insides are 
black and blue, AND HAVE BEEN BLACK, AND I MEAN REALLY 
BLACK INSIDE." Thinking for a moment, she’d also 
thought of adding to her comment, "YOUR WIFE’S PUSSY 
HAS BEEN BLACK FIFTY-ONE TIMES, AND HER BUTT FOUR 
TIMES! Hell, I’ve got to let him push that eight-inch 
monster of his up inside my battered pussy, and pretend 
to want it, which I do, but I’ve never been fucked so 
much in my life - damn you Tom Smith, that hunk of dark 
meat is as big as my husband’s, if not larger!"

For Gwen, as she finished shaving her pubes after 
showering, had thought different times of going back to 
OSU to see Tom and his black hammer, as he called his 
cock. Each time she wanted to have her body probed with 
it, she decided against it, and noted her comments in 
her diary. Kemp, reading the diary later, saw where 
Gwen had spent three nights at the university for a 
course on male impotence, and had accepted a proposal 
to share a bed with a man whom she’d met in the motel 
bar the first night on the trip. She had written in her 
diary, "What the hell was his name?"

Kemp knew from reading the diary that she had never 
meant for him to find out about her sexual activity. 
Gwen wrote, "Now that I’m back from another three day 
trip and after fucking four men, I’m looking forward to 
feeling my first lover place his manhood inside my 
body, and leave at least two loads of his thick juice 
inside me." He couldn’t believe what his wife had 
written, but he knew it was a true account of her 
sexual activity on that trip, and she was even more 
explicit than when detailing her weekly affair with 
Wilbur Carr every Tuesday morning. "Detail may not be 
the proper word," he thought, as her memos in the diary 
covered each Tuesday with her boss, and even took 
delight in writing how she’d licked his anus for at 
least an hour while he did her with a dildo in her 
pussy and ass. 

Dressing in her nurse’s uniform, Gwen wore thigh-high 
stockings and no panties as she prepared for her day’s 
activity. When she left the house, she kissed Candi 
goodbye, hugged her tightly and told her, "I love you 
honey," then walked out and got into her month-old 
Corvette. During the drive down the long blacktop lane 
through the valley, she wondered how long it would be 
this morning before her uniform was hanging on the coat 
hook in the examination room. Will had told her last 
evening, "I want to give you an enema with at least two 
hot-water bottles of warm water, and then take you up 
your lovely ass tomorrow." Gwen hadn’t made a reply, 
knowing the one thing that she hated in sex was enemas. 
She had taken three bags before and her stomach had 
cramped and hurt all morning after she had allowed it 
to happen.

Easing onto the highway, she was thinking about how she 
wanted Will this morning, and hoped he could complete 
the climax that Kemp had left hanging in her for the 
first time ever this morning. Her thoughts of sex 
caused her to fail to see the large log-hauling truck 
hurtling at seventy miles-per-hour towards her. The 
height of the truck allowed it to pass across the 
center of the sports car as it turned onto the highway. 
The heavily loaded truck pushed the low sports car 
several feet under its bed, and against the first set 
of the rear wheels of the death-causing vehicle!

For Kemp and Candi, the news hit as though they 
themselves had been struck by the log truck, and they 
were emotionally drained after the funeral. Kemp’s love 
had been taken from him and he pondered what his wife 
had been thinking about as she pulled in front of the 
truck. Many thoughts ran through his mind, and he 
believed she must have been recalling their making love 
that morning, or the time the three of them had romped 
on the bed before having breakfast.

Candi cried nearly the entire time since the accident, 
until the last of the guests had left their home. She 
felt lost, and when seeing her father sitting on the 
deck looking out to the east of the valley, walked to 
where he was seated and climbed onto his lap. With 
tears in her eyes, she asked her father, "Daddy, why 
did mommy have to die? She never hurt anyone."

"Princess, some things are never known, but just 
remember how we joked and played that morning and do 
you know your mother mentioned to me that you had not 
gotten into our bed in several years?" Kemp hugged his 
daughter and told her, "Perhaps that was a sign. You 
gave her something to take with her to the great 
beyond. You gave her something to remember."

"Daddy, before mommy left, she hugged me and said, ‘I 
love you honey,’ and then she was gone."

For a month after that conversation with his daughter, 
Kemp knew he needed some time away from all the 
memories left from his wife. For the past four weeks, 
he knew that his little girl was also deeply troubled, 
and even though it was Saturday morning, he called his 
veterinary supervisor and clinic manager and spoke to 
them. He told Dr. Delbert Jefferson that he was going 
to take a two-week vacation, and asked him to handle 
the business while he was gone. Kemp left instructions 
that the assistant, Robb Davidson, who was in his final 
year of vet school, was not to make any major decisions 
on the treatment required for an animal, without Dr. 
Jefferson’s approval.

"Delbert, I’m not certain how to grade his performance 
during his internship, but I’ve caught him making 
incorrect diagnoses with some dogs and even one horse," 
Kemp noted. "Dell, I need you to do a work-up on him 
for the college review while I’m gone, and I’ll sign it 
when I return. You prepare the reports as Robb’s 
supervisory vet, and perhaps you can have Victor work 
with him. You make the calls on whatever happens in the 
clinic."

After hearing Kemp give him complete authority in 
operating the animal clinic in his absence, he 
understood the faith he was being given. "Thank you for 
your confidence in me, I will do as I feel you would," 
Dell replied.

"By the way Dell, I think it is time that you and I sat 
down and worked out a plan for you to purchase the 
clinic." Kemp then added, "While I’m gone, see if you 
can rake-up twenty-thou, to make the down payment. 
Deal?"

Calling a local security company, Kemp made 
arrangements for them to arrive at the house the 
following morning at eight o’clock and to provide 24-
hour protection on the property. Walking through house, 
he decided to take a swim, but first undressed and 
eased into the hot tub. As he lay back, letting the 
swirling jets of hot water ease his body, he saw Candi 
walk into the pool. "Daddy, I was looking for you, can 
we eat out this evening, and can Linda go with us?"

"Why not, if you would like that. Would you like to hop 
in with me? I have a surprise for you."

"What is it daddy, something great?"

After telling her about the trip he’d planned for them, 
he watched as his daughter undressed and, after she had 
laid her clothes on the nearby table, got into the hot 
tub with him. After ten minutes or so, he said they’d 
best get out of the tub before they were in too long. 
As they stepped from the hot tub and walked the few 
feet to the pool, he watched as his young daughter 
walked in front of him, and saw her small, young hips 
were shaped like Gwen’s, and as perfectly round as were 
her mother’s.

Unknown to Kemp, his weren’t the only eyes watching the 
round hips as they moved to the pool. "The Eyes" of the 
man were once more using the video camera, and it was 
running while he studied her round hips through the 
telescope. He’d also been busy taking some shots on his 
new digital camera. Knowing about the accident, he had 
not seen much of the people in the house and it 
appeared that the girl was wearing something all the 
time, as there were people staying there until the 
funeral was over. The girl had stayed away from the 
back of the house for the past four weeks.

Today was a treat after not seeing the young girl for a 
month. "The Eyes" of the man trailed the young girl, 
and he looked at her as she rinsed off and used a towel 
to dry her young body. When she walked into view in her 
bedroom "The Eyes" followed her moves, and he could see 
her pick up a bottle of fingernail polish. To his great 
delight, "The Eyes" saw the girl sit on the edge of her 
bed, and leaving one leg hanging down over the edge, 
brought the other one up until her foot was resting on 
the bed.

Viewing the image on the video-screen and through the 
digital camera and the telescope, "The Eyes" saw her 
small gap part, and for the next quarter-hour he 
enjoyed seeing the pink interior at the very entrance 
of her tiny sex. "What I wouldn’t give to get into 
something that young," the man with "The Eyes" looking 
at the preteen spoke aloud. "Shit, what a sweet looking 
little cunt, damn it, somehow I’m going to eat that 
cunt and then fuck her till she can’t walk," "The Eyes" 
said as he thought of getting Candi’s little cunt 
before anyone else cracked her.

Removing the video camera from the tripod, the man 
attached an additional lens and replaced it on the 
tripod. The lens was now able to view the image of the 
young girl to within a foot of the camera lens. Before 
his eyes, the man had the image of the tiny slit 
between Candi’s legs as if she was less than a foot 
from his prying eyes. Never had a tender young girl 
been so spied upon, and when she moved her leg down on 
which she had just painted her toenails, she pulled her 
left leg up and rested the foot of that leg on the bed.

Unknown to her, when she moved her hips to make herself 
comfortable, the act of doing so spread her tiny pussy 
even wider than when she had done the previous foot. 
"The Eyes" noted how she bent her leg even more 
pronounced than previously and her knee tilted to the 
left. That movement spread her sex lips apart so that 
her penis-looking prepuce was displayed and it extended 
nearly an inch. Whatever happened, something assuredly 
gave the eleven-year-old girl a tingle in her splayed 
pussy. For a moment, she brought a finger across her 
erect prepuce, and her legs jerked so hard that her 
left foot dropped down from resting on the edge of the 
bed. Being seated on the edge of the bed, a wondrous 
sensation passed through her tiny sex, and both legs 
kicked out in front of her as she fell backward on the 
bed.

"The Eyes" watched as the girls legs stuck straight out 
toward him, and he watched in disbelief as the girl 
sneaked her right hand down and her fingers moved 
slowly down her stomach and onto her tiny clit. From 
what "The Eyes" could determine, the touch of her 
fingers on her tiny slit caused her legs to shake. And 
shake they did, as they pointed directly toward him and 
her feet waved around in the air. Suddenly, "The Eyes" 
watched as the girl sat back up, and pulling her left 
leg once more onto the bed, began again painting the 
nails on her left foot.

Glancing around, as if she was afraid her father might 
be observing her, "The Eyes" watched as the young girl 
got up from the bed, walked over and evidently locked 
her bedroom door. She walking back to the bed and "The 
Eyes" saw her sit down then get back up and walk the 
few steps to her dresser. "The Eyes" took in the girl’s 
moving back to the bed, this time holding a hand 
mirror, and as she once more sat down, pulled both legs 
up and rested her feet on the bed. Her legs were now in 
a side V-configuration.

While the video camera was capturing the actions of the 
young girl as she sat in such an obscene fashion, "The 
Eyes" took in the girl moving the mirror down so she 
could view her sex. There was no doubt that this was 
the first time she had ever investigated her sexual 
parts, and the man watched and video-taped her pressing 
her fingers all over her opening.

"The Eyes" took in the girl using two of her fingers to 
spread the thin labia apart, and nothing had prepared 
him as he looked inside the eleven-year-old’s little 
pussy, and he could not describe the color of the 
interior of Candi’s luscious looking pussy. Still 
recording the image before him, "The Eyes" were now 
wide open as the girl pressed her fingers against her 
clit, and he saw her face reflect the sensations she 
received from the touch.

Then he zoomed as tightly to the pussy as the lens 
could bring the camera into focus. She discarded the 
mirror, letting it drop to the floor, and using the 
fingers of one hand to hold the lips apart, pushed the 
middle finger of her right hand into the parted virgin 
twat. Something caused the girl to take her finger out 
of her sex and look toward the door. She then jumped up 
from the bed, ran to the door and unlocked it and, with 
the camera lens open wide, "The Eyes" saw her father 
entering the girl’s bedroom.

Something connected between the parent and child, and 
"The Eyes" took in the sudden hugging of the girl by 
the father. Knowing that the wife and mother had just 
been buried, "The Eyes" saw that the father was nude, 
which wasn’t unusual in this household. While holding 
the young girl who now had her arms around her father’s 
waist, the young girl was evidently remembering 
something. "The Eyes" wondered if it was the touching 
of her own sex just moments before.

The girl moved away from her father, eased onto the 
bed, and with her hands, pulled her father in front of 
her. Some type of conversation was taking place between 
them and they both were laughing and smiling. The young 
girl seemed to be so excited that she fell back onto 
the bed, still holding her father’s hands. "The Eyes" 
saw the father look down at his daughter’s pubic area, 
and his body language indicated that he was having an 
emotional problem in viewing between the widely parted 
legs of his daughter. "Oh man, that little snit’s legs 
are wide open and her father is being treated to having 
her legs on each side of his thick legs," "The Eyes" 
spoke aloud. The father turned, as if to leave the 
bedroom, although the daughter was still holding onto 
his hands.

"The Eyes" saw that the father was erect and attempting 
to leave the room from embarrassment at becoming hard 
from seeing his daughter’s sex. Undoubtedly, the father 
was caught off-guard as his daughter pulled him 
forward, and he landed over her--between her thin and 
shapely legs. There could be no doubt, "Dad’s erection 
is assuredly at the gates of his daughter’s tiny, 
immature portal of love," "The Eyes" moaned in lust as 
he observed the father experiencing what he desired 
himself. The girl’s legs moved and tried to capture her 
father’s waist between them, but finally the father 
pulled free, and standing for a moment, and from the 
angle of his head, was staring at his little daughter’s 
pussy. He turned quickly and walked from the girl’s 
bedroom.

"Man," "The Eyes" said aloud, "That little girl is 
lucky. Her daddy’s cock is fat and hard, and would have 
killed his little daughter had it breached the narrow 
entrance of the small reddish-pink pussy." "Why 
couldn’t I have been the one to get between her skinny 
legs and push my bone against her twat, since that was 
what the youngster desired?" "The Eyes" asked himself. 
Once more "The Eyes" looked at the pretty girl, and 
when she moved to get off the bed, "The Eyes" could not 
believe what he was viewing!

The cute little girl stood next to the bed. Her stomach 
and small gash were coated with a slimy looking 
substance, and she had a dreamy look on her face. 
Moving her tiny hand down to her stomach, her fingers 
played in the wetness, and slid down through the slick 
liquid. A dream-like look spread across the girl’s 
face, and she more-or-less fell down onto the bed, her 
legs dangling over the edge as she lay on her back. 
When the small girl’s fingers moved down through the 
mucus covering her lower stomach, they wiggled to the 
edge of her little slit, and "The Eyes" could not 
believe it when she pulled her legs back and rested her 
feet at the edge of the bed.

Watching as the little girl scooted back on the bed 
perhaps a foot, she laid her legs flat on the bed, and 
placed the bottom of her feet together. The placing of 
her feet in such a way caused her sex to part, and "The 
Eyes" knew the mucus that was coating her stomach and 
twat was the little cunt’s dad’s cum! "I‘ll be damned! 
Daddy was so excited that he shot his load off on his 
daughter‘s cunt. Hell, no wonder he walked from the 
room, he was close to fucking his own daughter!" 

"Oh, wow, she’s playing in her daddy’s cum!" "The Eyes" 
watched as the girl’s fingers played in the wet 
ejaculate and finally they were rubbing the rich male-
juice into her spread-open pussy. To his complete 
surprise, the girl was rubbing her fingers so that they 
were moving the liquid from her stomach and between her 
legs into the gash of her cunt. "Damn, I’m going to 
fuck her -- if her daddy won’t shove his fat bone into 
her, I sure as hell will find a way to bury my cock in 
her virgin pussy." "The Eyes" was jacking-off, while 
video-taping the girl stuffing daddy’s sperm into the 
edge of her pussy.

Kemp called the marina where he kept his fifty-foot 
cabin cruiser and asked that they have it sea-worthy 
when he arrived there the next afternoon. "No, that’s 
fine, I’ll pick up a supply of food, since I’m planning 
on being out for two weeks," he told the lady he was 
speaking with. When the lady, Nell, asked if his wife 
and daughter were coming with him, he explained, "It 
will be only my daughter Candi and me, my Gwen was 
killed in an accident a month ago." "This will be a way 
for us to forget some bad memories, but thanks for 
asking, that was nice of you, Nell," Kemp advised the 
woman.

From the time Candi had watched her mother and father 
having oral sex, or in her own vernacular, "kissing 
between a woman’s legs," and her mother taking her 
father’s thing into her mouth, she had been searching-
out sexual information on her computer. Her 
explorations of the internet for sexual information 
eventually led her to discover porn sites, and for the 
past weeks had been looking at images of men and women 
having sex. At first Candi did not understand some of 
what she was viewing, but with the brochures and 
pamphlets she had received during the fifth-grade 
girl’s health class, she finally tied it all together, 
or so she believed.

After the death of her mother, she would view the 
images of what was purported to be a father and a 
daughter having sex. She especially enjoyed viewing the 
father squirting stuff from his "cock" all over the 
girl. Finally, just moments ago, she was able to feel 
what she had been viewing on her computer screen. Her 
own father loved her enough to squirt his semen onto 
her "pussy." "Daddy, why didn’t you push your cock into 
me, like the daddy did with the girl on the computer?" 
she whispered aloud. From viewing the images of women 
having the man push his thing into them, and seeing it 
squirt white stuff into or onto the pussy, she’d 
finally had a chance to feel her daddy squirt his stuff 
onto her.

Sunday morning around six o’clock they drove past the 
security guard standing outside the log cabin, and 
before driving away, Kemp had asked that he call him on 
his cell phone if anything unusual happened. He was 
assured by the guard that they would keep in touch with 
each other.

Stopping an hour later at an intersection for breakfast 
and to top-off the gas tank, they entered a restaurant 
that advertised that it only served home-cooked food. 
Over breakfast of two eggs over-hard, a large portion 
of true Virginia sugar-cured smoked ham, a side of 
freshly prepared grits, and two large buttermilk 
biscuits, Kemp and Candi both enjoyed the home cooked 
meal. Father and daughter both had the same meal and 
Candi surprised her father by finishing her food before 
he did. "Daddy, may I have a piece of the coconut cream 
pie that we saw when we walked past the cashier?" Candi 
asked her father.

"You must have read my mind, but I’m going after the 
sugar-cream pie. My grandma used to make them all the 
time and they are a treat," Kemp told his daughter.

Driving along the highway, they stopped for lunch 
around one in the afternoon at an outlet mall. Candi 
had seen the billboards advertising the mall and 
pleaded with her father, "Daddy, please can we stop so 
that I can get a new bathing suit? They’ll have a food 
court where we can eat. Please daddy?"

Humoring his daughter, he pulled into the parking lot 
of the large, sprawling mall and parked near the food 
court entrance. Kemp selected an oriental platter, 
while Candi chose the Mexican food. They sat at a table 
near the walkway of the food court and reviewed a 
brochure that showed all the stores and what they sold. 
After finishing their lunch, Candi took her father’s 
hand and led him to a name-brand store, but couldn’t 
find a suit that she liked.

Looking at the directory map again, she picked another 
store. When they went inside, she was thrilled that 
they carried the brand names she recognized. Picking 
out three different suits, they had the salesclerk show 
Candi to a dressing room, where she put on the suit of 
her choice; she didn’t even try-on the other two. 
Walking back to where her father was seated on a chair, 
she told him, "Okay, I got the suit that I want. We can 
get it, right?"

"Honey, I didn’t see what you picked-out. How do I know 
you won’t be showing more than you should?"

"Daddy, we swim nude, so why would you worry about a 
suit?"

"Forget it, I apologize," Kemp said in mock anger. Then 
he thought about the past month since Gwen had been 
killed, and how his daughter had come into his room and 
crawled into bed with him almost nightly, crying about 
the loss of her mother. Candi would curl up against 
him, and she thought nothing about the fact that she 
was nude, as was he. Then he recalled his daughter 
pulling him until he was standing between her slender 
legs, and taking his hands in hers, pulled him until he 
was laying on top of her, and with his steel-hard 
erection touching her excited pussy, had shot a load of 
cum onto her hairless sex and over her stomach and 
vulva.

Now he hoped that the trip and staying on the ship 
would ease her worries of the loss of her mother. 
Lately when they would swim, she attempted to touch his 
penis in some manner. Perhaps she would stop getting 
close to his manhood, especially so near to his 
erection that he would spray his cum over her young sex 
once again.

Back in the car, they drove to the boat dock, arriving 
at a little past five, and after checking with the dock 
master, unloaded their items and placed them onto the 
cabin cruiser. Kemp was ready to make a final check of 
the lovely ship, and after checking the lights, the 
gauges, and letting the motor run and listening to 
ensure that it was running smoothly, called the dock 
master. "Requesting permission to leave port. You have 
my chart, although I may alter that when we reach the 
Florida coast."

"Permission granted, have a safe cruise and good day, 
Candi," the dock master said as the "Sweet Candi" eased 
from its slip and headed out to sea. Looking at the 
ships clock, and noting it was 17:39 hours, Kemp made 
the notation in the ship’s log, along with a few notes 
on his inspection of the ship. Picking up the mic on 
his ship-to-shore radio communication system, he 
reported to the Coast Guard his ship’s name and number, 
identified himself and his daughter, their destination, 
and obtained the latest weather advisory. Finding the 
weather would be near-perfect for the next five days, 
he gave them a general overview of his charted course, 
and found there were no problems to be encountered on 
his nautical destination.

They cruised until nearly ten o’clock that evening when 
they saw the lights of a small dock off the starboard 
side. Knowing it would be safer to sleep on the waters, 
Kemp stayed about five hundred yards off shore, and 
ensuring that his running lights and night signal were 
on, dropped anchor. After he had the cruiser settled 
in, he went below deck to find Candi fixing the 
homemade soup that they’d purchased at the restaurant 
where they ate breakfast, and that she’d made 
sandwiches of the Angus roast beef brought from home. 
Looking at the table, he saw that his lovely "cabin 
girl," as he called her when they sailed, had placed a 
chilled Bud Lite on the table for him. Giving her a 
light pat on the head, he thanked her for making 
dinner.

After eating and slipping on windbreakers, they headed 
topside, sat in the deck chairs affixed to the deck, 
and watched the sky and occasionally, the lights of the 
small village on shore. "Daddy, look! There’s a falling 
star! That’s good luck when you see one, and a year of 
great things will happen," she said with excitement. 
For the next hour, the father and daughter enjoyed 
watching some ships far out to sea passing with the 
moonlight causing them to seem like some type of dark 
cutouts on the ocean.

Heading to the cabin, Kemp set the alarm system that 
would emit a siren warning if anyone attempted to get 
within twenty-five feet of the ship. He locked the 
cabin door, and opening the drawer of the stand next to 
his bunk, saw that the two 10mm police-specials were 
within easy reach, along with the 44 magnum that held 
six powerful slugs capable of ripping apart metal.

Undressing and settling between the sheets, he watched 
as his daughter undressed until she was nude, and 
without making a move to sleep in her own bunk, walked 
over and slipped under the covers with him. Saying 
nothing, he flipped the toggle switch to turn off the 
overhead light. He flipped another switch which turned 
on a dim light that was located in the hallway outside 
the cabin.

This gave security to the ship as the cabin was still 
dark, but the hallway light would show anyone who had 
passed the security equipment and wasn’t detected. An 
electronic beam would detect anyone who started across 
the deck from any direction, and this would provide 
more than sufficient time for him to reach into the 
drawers and obtain the weapons. There was also a 12-
gauge shotgun and a 30.06 lever-action rifle in a gun 
cabinet at the entrance of the cruiser’s bedroom.

Once Candi had eased under the sheets, she moved until 
her small body was pressed against her father, and 
tonight she moved her left leg up over his legs. He 
knew that he should tell her to get into her own bed, 
but decided to let her snuggle with him. Her small leg 
was pressing on his body in such a way that it was 
lying over his penis. Nearly asleep, he felt his penis 
growing, and within moments he was erect. He was tired 
from getting up early that morning and the long drive 
to the ship, along with cruising until he and Candi had 
stopped for the night. So, ignoring his erection, he 
went to sleep almost immediately.

Feeling her father’s thing get hard and moving her leg 
to cover it, Candi wanted to reached down and touch his 
stiff penis. Instead she, too, went quickly to sleep, 
but during the night when she woke up and listened to 
her father’s breathing, she knew he was asleep. She let 
her hand reach down and, as by accident, sought out the 
thing she had recently become knowledgeable, and 
certainly inquisitive, about. Her small, soft hand 
became a lightly gripping fist as it closed around the 
first penis it had ever held, and the excitement she 
felt caused her to desire more. She moved her leg and, 
with her hand, guided her father’s erection until she 
could press her pussy against his hard cock. The thick 
head of her father’s erection was pressing at the 
narrow lips of her sex, and she shuddered at the 
contact, desiring more. But she was satisfied at the 
moment with only the touching, and fell back to sleep.

Kemp woke up, and finding his daughter holding his 
manhood, became worried. By the time he was fully 
awake, he realized that his daughter was still asleep 
and didn’t know that she was touching him in an 
intimate and improper way. Feeling his young daughter’s 
sex pressed tightly against the end of his erect organ 
was causing untold pleasure to travel through his body. 
He understood that his little girl had suddenly become 
interested in sex, and believing it was a result of her 
mother’s death, had no idea that it started from 
watching him and Gwen going down on each other. Then, 
the feeling of Candi’s small slit bumping against his 
erect manhood while it was gripped in her hand was 
causing more than just feelings to travel within his 
body.

From deep within his loins, he could feel his body 
preparing to ejaculate, and even as he considered 
pulling his erection away from contact with his 
daughter’s small sex, he felt the rush of his semen 
moving from his prostate and his round marbles guiding 
the thick liquid to travel the final eight inches from 
his body. Pressing the thick bulb of his manhood to the 
small slit between his young girl’s legs, he knew it 
was impossible to shove into the small sex, even as he 
wanted to cross that last frontier with his daughter.

Then it happened! His rich male semen shot from the end 
of his probing manhood and coated the small slit with 
five squirting bolts of liquid fire, a fire that eased 
the thick head to enter nearly to its crown into his 
daughter. Candi woke up suddenly and it was a moment 
before she understood what was occurring. Then she 
reacted, "Oh daddy, oh daddy, you like me -- you really 
like me. I’m sorry if I made you do that again, but I 
like feeling your stuff on me -- daddy don’t be mad 
cause I pushed my pussy against your cock and made you 
come -- isn’t that what its called?, daddy, I like it -
- I really like it like this, oh, daddy I love you." 
Candi suddenly realized that his thing was inside her, 
"Daddy, we’re making love -- we are having sex, oh 
daddy."

It was obvious to him that she was taking 
responsibility for making him splash five loads of his 
male juices against the edges of her sex, and when her 
labia opened it filled the narrow entrance with its 
first male juices. In fact, he’d unleashed four loads 
of his warm cum into her sex, and it had landed against 
her hymen. Then it happened! The wetness of the slick 
fluid permitted half of his cock-head to slip into and 
enter her small sex. What Kempt understood was the 
exact feeling that caused Candi to express her long 
exclamation of delight. Although she could feel the 
pain in her sex from being parted and even though it 
hurt, she wanted more, knowing her sexually experienced 
father would feel the same with her.

A feeling of remorse struck Kemp. He knew he must pull 
his still erect penis away from his daughter and tell 
her she could no longer sleep with him. And that they 
had just escaped from having sex, even if the preceding 
wasn’t truly sex -- just minus full penetration. 
Thoughts passed across his brain as quickly as a 
computer could process ideas of how to stop his 
daughter from continuing her explorative acts of sex 
between them. He felt his little girl moving her pussy 
forward. The small sex nestled between her legs opened 
as much as an eleven-year-old pussy could, and she was 
pushing forward and moving her hips in a way to speed 
up her annoyed and impatient childish need to be 
penetrated. Candi, although a young girl, did not wish 
to wait until she was older. She wanted to feel the act 
of penetration immediately.

Kemp was lost! The head of his cock had slipped 
completely in until the crown of the head had passed 
through the outer and nearly non-existent small inner 
labia. Nothing could ever feel so grippingly tight 
around his manhood, and he knew his daughter wished for 
him to penetrate her fully and deep up into her 
stomach. Tight! The feeling around his cock was a 
tightness he could never have imagined, and he knew 
that he wanted the feeling of complete penetration. An 
unknown need passed through him. As the genitor of the 
child, he had permitted her to sample the first penis 
to part her undraped female cavity. He desired to feel 
her sex engulf his cock, but understood he must cease 
any further act of taking his eleven-year-old 
undeveloped girl-child, and by splintering her hymen, 
make her a soiled virgin.

Candi cried out as the blunt, nearly three-inch-thick 
end of her father’s cock struck against the superbly 
placed and, as the young child would later find out, 
nearly impenetrable shallow membrane of skin. When the 
time came for Candi to feel the stretching of her hymen 
and the thrust that would be required to end her status 
as a maiden -- a virgin, the small female would 
discover how tough her hymen truly was. The 
preadolescent juvenile and childish girl, but moreover, 
a virgin who wanted to end that part of her being, 
moved her body to suck in her father‘s erect male 
appendage and render her hymen a part of history. 

Nature had placed her hymen close to entrance of her 
sexual opening, and when it was struck with her 
father’s thick cock-head, she cried out in unexpected 
and surprising pain, and her entire young body seemed 
to become a large feeling of pain. "It hurts, oh daddy, 
ohhhh, it hurts, why daddy, why…?" The fresh-faced 
juvenile, the sexually immature girl-child had not 
discovered about her hymen, other than discussing such 
with Linda, her girlfriend. Just before her father 
exited her sex with his thick organ, Candi humped her 
body forward once more, and again her overly thick 
hymen caused her to experience pain, and she uttered a 
long, "Ohhhh, Daddddyyyy, it hurtssss, whyyyyy, 
Daddddyyyy?"

Hearing his daughter cry out, and knowing her cherry 
must be just inside her labia -- and thick, he 
understood that he must stop the bursting of his 
daughter‘s virginity. "No, Candi, we must stop, you 
must help me - darling little one, we can’t," and then 
did the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. He 
jerked his cock from the tight grip of his daughter’s 
labium!

Pulling so suddenly from her gripping sex caused the 
girl to cry out once again, "Aug, it’s too much, daddy, 
it hurts, but it’s okay, ‘cause I want you to stick it 
into me like you did with mommy; oh daddy, please put 
it back in, I won’t cry again!"

The urge to do as she asked nearly caused him to do so, 
but he knew that he must become the leader of this 
illicit sexual union, and stop before he ruined his 
little girl’s life forever. When he felt his cock-head 
pull from his adolescent daughter who wasn’t yet ready 
to even reach the development stage of prepubescent 
growth, he experienced the most phenomenal and 
exquisite pleasures he had ever known during sex.

Moving onto his side next to his daughter, he knew he 
must discuss what had occurred, and what made her move 
to seduce him. Then he recalled her comment, "… stick 
it in me like you did with mommy…" "Candi, how did you 
know about what your mother and I did when we were 
intimate?"

"Daddy, don’t be mad, but one time I walked to the door 
of your room and you were licking between her legs, and 
a couple of other times I went out on the balcony and 
watched you and mom through the window and saw your 
cock going in and out of her pussy." Then, starting to 
cry, she said to her father, "Don’t be mad at me daddy, 
but I wanted to see what it was like to make love."

Father and daughter lay on the bunk of the ship and 
Kemp tried to explain about sex the best he could. 
After several attempts to explain that they couldn’t 
have sex, he conceded to one concession. "Candi, if we 
do what you ask, you understand that you must never 
tell a single person what we do; know for certain that 
I would go to prison for touching you. But if you will 
agree to this, I will move my organ in and out of the 
entrance of your sex, but no more than that, do you 
agree?"

"Yes, daddy, oh yes," Candi answered, with a hoarseness 
in her breath. Then the little girl moved onto her back 
and told her father, "Daddy, I want to feel it now, 
please?"

Against his better judgment, he moved between the 
gangly and stick-like legs of his daughter. He was 
always surprised at how her legs were stick-like, but 
the thighs and calves had more than sufficient meat on 
them for such a young girl. But one thing that Kemp did 
know was that his daughter’s hips were perfectly round, 
and although they looked perfect, he soon found they 
were only large enough to fill the palms of his large 
hands.

Holding his body above his daughter’s, he moved so that 
his penis, which was fully erect and overly thick, 
pressed over her vulva. Using his right hand, he guided 
his manhood to the tiny slit between her legs. "Now, oh 
yes, daddy, it feels so wonderful, augh, it hurts," she 
cried out as the blunt head of his manhood pushed-open 
the nearly nonexistent labia, and it stretched her 
pussy open in pain. Slowly, for several minutes, he 
worked his male member into the edges of his daughter’s 
sex, and then he pressed forward to see what she would 
do if he struck against her cherry.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Candi could not believe how the 
stretching that she had been feeling could hurt with 
such a degree of pain. When her father pressed in once 
more to feel and hear his daughter cry out as he 
touched his cock to her cherry, he was not 
disappointed.

"Oh, it hurts, Daddy it hurts but I want it deep, give 
me all of you," Candi cried out as her thick hymen 
refused to tear apart and allow her father to take her. 
Then lust overtook Kemp, and what he had resisted at 
the start, he finally made a determination to take his 
young child’s virginity. After three strong shoves with 
his hard erection, he was still unable to puncture his 
daughter‘s cherry. Her verbal protest was loud, and he 
knew that he needed to wait until another time to 
complete the deflowering of his child.

Finally, he understood the need to wait until some 
other time to capture his daughter’s cherry, and he 
worked in and out of her small pussy lips, finally 
unleashing six heavy loads of cum into her welcoming 
tiny slot. The physical feelings Candi felt as her 
inner sex was splashed with six warm shots of her 
father’s male juices provided a welcome degree of 
satisfaction to her sore sex. She couldn’t believe that 
it felt so painful to have her father’s cock pushing 
her tiny sex open, and it seemed that it would tear 
apart and split her small sex when he shoved in and out 
of her. Then when she felt the end of his cock striking 
just inside her gripping little pussy, she thought her 
father’s cock was assuredly going to kill her! When the 
pain became more than she could accept from the hard 
penis attempting to push through her hymen, she asked 
her father to not shove his cock deeper into her body.

Once they were finished and feeling the peak of 
excitement easing from their bodies, they lay hugging 
each other, and finally fell asleep. The next morning 
around six, Kemp awoke and felt his little girl against 
him. Moving slowly and easily, he finally eased from 
the bunk, and as he looked at where he had been laying, 
he saw the dried puddles of semen from the night before 
when he had attempted sex with his daughter, as she had 
wanted.

Moving to the head, he used a washcloth to bathe, and 
after he was satisfied, took his portable battery-
operated razor up to the deck and fired-up the engines 
of the cruiser. Within moments he had the anchor pulled 
up, and noticed that they had drifted several feet from 
where he had anchored the night before. Turning the 
lights off, except for the running lights which he ran 
during the day, they were soon under way.

By the time Candi woke up and climbed the steps to the 
deck where her father was, it was just short of ten 
o’clock, and when she got to where her father sat 
looking out at the front of the cruiser and the sea, 
she moved behind him and hugged him in her arms. "Good 
morning daddy," he heard his own little Candi say in a 
jubilant voice. Knowing that what had happened the 
previous evening and night was a "no-no" between her 
and her father did not bother Candi. In her honest 
beliefs, the young girl was certain that the love 
between them would always be wonderful.

"Hello, Sweetie, and how is my girl this morning," he 
asked as he looked at her for the first time and saw 
that she was nude. "Fine daddy, and can you stop the 
ship and let me jump into the water and swim for a 
couple of minutes?" Then she asked, "Did you like me 
last night? I hope so, because you made me a woman."

Knowing that she believed that they had gone all the 
way, he decided not to give her the details of what had 
happened. Explaining about going all the way could 
wait. "Honey, I will be pulling into port in about 
twenty minutes, so it would be best if you cleaned-up 
in the head, but remember don’t use a lot of water."

Watching the round hips of his nude eleven-year-old 
daughter heading to the stairs to the cabin, he could 
not believe he had shoved his own cock against her 
hymen, and could have taken her virginity but resisted 
the urge. What would happen on the rest of the trip 
would be interesting, and he understood that he would 
likely rupture his own little daughter’s cherry before 
a few more days and nights had passed.

When evening came and they had eaten on shore, they 
returned to the cruiser for the night and after a 
couple hours of watching TV, retired to the bunk to 
sleep. Although Candi climbed into his bunk, Kemp 
chuckled when Candi begged-off from any sexual 
activity. She commented, "Maybe we’d better not do 
anything tonight; I feel sore from last night. Is that 
something I’m supposed to feel; am I okay, daddy?"

"Yes, that’s okay honey; you are exceptionally small 
between your legs and it isn’t just from your age, but 
your thing is not big like some girls." This comment 
brought forth many questions from Candi about sex, and 
Kemp answered her inquires as best his knowledge of 
female anatomy permitted. Before going to sleep she 
asked several more questions about sex, and when she 
got the answers they led to additional questions, until 
Kemp finally told her, "Go to sleep, we still have a 
dozen days on the trip; good night baby girl."

"Good night, daddy, and sleep tight," she replied.

Awaking the next morning, and looking at the clock on 
the wall, he noted that it was near 07:30. He also saw 
that Candi had moved during the night and was resting 
her head on his chest. To his surprise, he saw that she 
had somehow placed her mouth onto his nipple, and her 
lips were clasping it lightly, opening and closing as 
she breathed. Trying to ease away from his sleeping 
child, he needed to pick her up to move her from his 
body. The action of moving woke her immediately and her 
arms reached out and hugged her father.

"Um, daddy, can’t we sleep a little longer? It’s too 
early to get up," and as she spoke, moved her nude form 
onto his body, and her legs settled on either side of 
him. In a playful mood, she waffled around on her 
father and asked, "Now, can we go back to sleep for one 
more hour, please dear daddy of mine - - - just one 
more hour?"

"Okay, but then we need to get out to sea." As he 
spoke, his arms wrapped around his comely daughter. 
When he next awoke the clock was resting just short of 
ten o’clock, and he felt how erect he had become while 
sleeping. She had moved her small sex until the tip of 
his cock was inserted just between the tiny and nearly 
non-existent labia. Kemp knew that his own child had 
suddenly became aroused sexually, and wondered how this 
cruise was going to end. He truly did not want to enjoy 
his daughter in a carnal manner. Using his hands to 
shake his daughter lightly, he spoke, "Candi, time to 
get up, it’s almost ten in the morning, we are about 
two or three hours late getting out to sea."

When she became awake enough to realize that she was 
against her father’s cock, she wiggled her tiny body so 
that the contact of her sex and her father’s manhood 
were a little closer. Her small hips were moving so 
that she exerted pressure against his cock with her 
narrow slot that was not opening any wider than to 
allow the very tip of his erection to press at the 
entrance of her sex.

For the next couple of minutes, they lay so that she 
could press her small opening against the thick organ 
of her father. Finally, she asked the question that she 
had wanted to have the nerve to ask for more than a 
month. "Daddy, will you kiss me between my legs? I 
think that it’s called cunnilingus, or being eaten 
out."

Knowing that his daughter had suddenly become overly 
knowledgeable about sex, Kemp realized that today he 
needed to determine where she was obtaining her 
information. Yet, and only for the moment, he thought, 
I need to wait until we aren’t in port to carry on any 
sexual contact, even if she desires to experience oral 
sex. Does my little girl know about fellatio, or has 
she found some boy her age and have been acting out sex 
games while they play? "Not now little girl, we need to 
get up and around, and I suggest we go to the showers 
here in port and clean up properly, so get your buns up 
and save your request for tonight; perhaps that will 
work for us."

Moving slowly, Candi sat up on her father’s waist, 
trying to keep the contact between their sexes, and 
smiling while looking into his face, asked, "You will 
show me what it’s like to be eaten out? Oh daddy!"

They took towels with them and walked to the showers. 
After Candi entered the women’s shower, she saw that 
they were common showers, and that another woman was 
washing-off under the water. At first she was 
embarrassed to undress, but the lady smiled and told 
her, "You’re very pretty, and I promise not to watch 
you undress." Slowly Candi undressed, and once she was 
under the shower the woman started to speak with her, 
and asked, "Would you like me to wash your back?" 
Candi, being naïve, replied, "Okay, that’s what my mom 
did when I was little and took a bath."

Candi became involved in a conversation of some depth 
with the attractive looking woman when she stepped 
under the shower, including what had happened to her 
mother. A strange feeling was in Candi’s body, but she 
didn’t understand what it was that she was feeling, 
except that the woman had very large breasts and a 
thick growth of hair on her sex. Soon the woman said to 
her, "You’re such a sweet girl, and I’m sorry to hear 
about your mother," and as she spoke reached out and 
hugged Candi, saying, "Let me make you feel good, and 
hug you pretty one."

Feeling the woman’s soapy hands on her back, Candi did 
not resist or protest as she washed her back, then move 
down and wash her round hips. The most unique sensation 
racked her body when the woman used the liquid soap and 
moved her hands across the front of her preteen body. 
The sensations were similar to the feelings she’d 
received when her father had caressed her body the past 
couple of days when they played being married. During 
the times when she had convinced her father to touch 
and be intimate with her, she had considered the two of 
them as being married and this justified the incestuous 
touching.

Slowly the woman moved her hands between Candi’s legs 
and her finger slid up and down her nearly lipless 
vulva. Suddenly a strange sensation passed across 
Candi’s sex as the woman played with her extremely 
small love button. The woman, a confirmed lesbian, knew 
how to make the young girl become excited since she had 
done this so many times with young girls that she could 
have them shuddering in a climax, even if it was one 
for a girl who hadn’t started her menses. The woman 
eased Candi’s legs apart and soon had her small clit to 
the point that the young girl was on the verge of 
climaxing.

Using her other hand and reaching behind, the woman 
pushed Candi’s rounded ball-shaped hips apart and 
placed the liquid soap onto her tiny back hole. Slowly, 
the woman eased her finger into her resisting butt, but 
Candi did not speak, and finally she felt the woman’s 
finger completely inside of her rear hole.

Between the woman’s finger rubbing her love button, and 
the middle finger of her right hand moving in and out 
of her sphincter, the young girl was soon moaning out 
the precursor of her orgasm. Her legs could no longer 
hold her up, and her body crumbled to the shower floor. 
Moving down with the young girl, the woman moved her 
own breast to Candi’s lips and told her, "Suck my 
nipple like a baby; you’re such a lovely little baby." 
In another thirty seconds Candi climaxed with a finger 
in her anus, and a finger rubbing her prepuce covered 
b-b sized clit until she went off so hard that she bit 
down on the large nipple in her mouth.

After the woman stood back up and helped Candi to her 
feet, she kissed the young girl on her lips and asked, 
"You were wonderful; you got off really great, didn’t 
you?" Once more, the woman kissed her and this time she 
pushed her tongue into her mouth. When she felt Candi 
wiggling her own tongue with hers, the lesbian wondered 
if the girl would become lesbian when she became older. 
"There’s something about this girl and sex," she 
thought. "I felt her hymen, so I know that she’s 
cherry, but she responded as if someone has enjoyed sex 
with her before, but who? Her own father?" the woman 
wondered to herself, but dismissed that idea.

"Honey, I’m going to dry-off and get dressed, but would 
you wait until I’ve gone before you leave the shower 
and get dressed? My husband is waiting for me, and I 
wouldn’t want him to know that I cheated on him with 
such a pretty girl."

After she walked out to where her father was waiting on 
the ship, he looked at her and said, "You must be clean 
inside and out for as long as you were in the shower."

"Yeah, daddy, I was washed inside and out," she said as 
she went below to the ship’s cabin.

Kemp soon had the ship moving out to sea after being 
off-shore by a couple of miles, and set a course 
heading toward Florida. Around six that afternoon, 
Candi had fixed dinner for the two of them and they sat 
on the deck enjoying the view of the sun as it moved 
over the water and would soon be lowering over the land 
to the West.

"Daddy, you’re special, and I want you to make love to 
me tonight," he heard his charming daughter tell him. 
Not understanding how small her sex was, or how overly 
thick her hymen was, she added, "I know it will hurt, 
but I promise I’ll be brave and not ask you to stop." 
"But if I do ask you to stop, don‘t you dare do it 
until you’re all the way inside me," Candi spoke in a 
tone that was nearly reverent, but demanding.

"Sweetheart, let’s not rush things. I thought you 
wanted to try oral sex, so until we find a way to get 
your little pussy to stretch, perhaps we should play 
like we have been." Then Kemp added, "Perhaps we will 
at least try; but no promises that I’ll go all the way 
into you tonight."

"No daddy, I want it all the way in me, no matter how 
it hurts, so don’t you even think of stopping, please, 
not this time, just do it all the way," she implored 
her father.

After cleaning the dishes, they sat on the deck and 
watched the small TV. Kemp believed that installing the 
small satellite dish had been a smart move, as it 
provided a way to keep up with what was going on, 
especially about possible storms. 

After a short time, Candi took off her clothes and 
asked her father, "Am I sexy? Daddy, what would cause 
an older woman to desire seeing me in the nude, or want 
to kiss me and even touch me between me legs or my 
butt?"

"Why are you asking me such a combination of questions, 
has some woman come-on to you?" he asked his daughter 
and wondered if this had anything to do with her sudden 
interest in sex for the past few weeks.

"No daddy," Candi lied, knowing that she could never 
tell anyone how a woman had made her become excited and 
that discovering the woman’s finger in her butt created 
a terrific feeling. "You know daddy, I only desire 
being personal with you. Can you tell me about a man 
and woman having what is referred to as anal sex?"

When she’d climbed onto his lap to be held, they’d 
become involved in more questions dealing with sex. As 
a result, Kemp wondered exactly what was going on in 
his daughter’s life, especially her sexual life. This 
was a good time to start asking some questions, but in 
a guarded way, about her sexual experiences.

"My darling daughter, I want you to be perfectly honest 
with me, and I won’t be upset about what you tell me, 
nor will I lecture you however you reply." He hugged 
his daughter and asked, "You know that we’ve been more 
involved than we should have been, so what all have you 
done sexually, with whom, and where are you getting 
your knowledge and experience?"

For an hour she snuggled on her father’s lap and told 
how she had read and looked at web-sites, and lastly 
spoke of the woman in the shower. Kemp at first was 
upset with the woman, but when Candi told him, "Daddy, 
I don’t ever want another woman to touch me or kiss me, 
and it wasn’t bad and I don‘t hate her, whoever she 
was." But, in her mind Candi had decided to practice 
what the woman had shown her with her friend Linda, but 
there was no way she could tell her father.

For the next half hour father and daughter spoke of 
tomorrow’s plans to pull into port in Florida. They 
would check into a hotel at Pier 66 in Ft. Lauderdale. 
"Honey we’ll need to be underway early tomorrow morning 
so we’ll get up around six." They went below, and as he 
undressed he saw his nude daughter lay on his bunk with 
her legs parted fairly widely and she asked, "Are you 
going to lick me as you promised?"

After he was undressed, Kemp lay down on the bed next 
to her and asked, "You’re my daughter, are you certain 
you want to continue being intimate?"

"Yes, let me feel what you did to mom, and I want to be 
close to you the rest of my life, and don’t make me 
wait to feel what oral sex is like when a man licks the 
girl or woman he cares about, please daddy, now?"

Kemp looked between his eleven-year-old daughters’s 
longish-looking legs, and although they had the 
thinness of a young girl, he could tell they would be 
perfectly formed some day in the near future. My god, 
he thought, her legs will be an exact copy of her 
mother’s, and boys will be trying to convince her to 
spread them. Slowly, and knowing he was passing a 
sexual frontier that he should not be doing, he pressed 
his lips lightly against Candi’s vulva, and without any 
real labia, was kissing what seemed like extremely 
smooth skin, with a long looking cut in the center.

Extending his tongue from his mouth, he brushed it from 
the bottom of his daughter’s slit, up through the 
narrow channel until the tip pressed against her 
prepuce, which he found long and harder than he had 
ever noticed previously. Then again, he thought, I’ve 
never been this close or felt her sex like this, and he 
felt his daughter move her hips upward, and she 
uttered, "Um, oh daddy that is so warm and wonderful!"

He led his daughter to the fullest extent of oral sex 
and his tongue probed her tiny anal ring and licked her 
pussy as deeply as his tongue could search inside her 
small opening. No wonder I couldn’t get my cock into 
her and how wonderful it felt to only slip my cock-head 
into such a small, tight pussy, he thought. Using his 
tongue in the most stimulating way he had ever done 
when he went down on a woman, he used it like a penis, 
and he manipulated Candy’s prepuce and tiny clit. He 
built his daughter up to a climax time after time, and 
just when she was about to hit the peak of pleasure, he 
would stop. Starting over at least a dozen times, he 
felt her body shaking, and finally knew he must let her 
go, as her hands had moved down and grabbed his hair, 
and like an older experienced woman, pulled his face 
against her sex.

Until now, she hadn’t spoken or uttered a word, as he 
brought her off to an explosive orgasm, and she sobbed 
out, "What is happening to me, daddy, I feel like…"

He felt his daughter’s small sex quiver as her climax 
hit full blast, and as her hips rose up from the bed 
she being to urinate as her orgasm hovered at its peak. 
As her warm urine entered his mouth, he drank from her 
urethra as she shuddered. He knew that his daughter was 
experiencing the ultimate in orgasmic release. He’d 
felt Gwen do the same thing many times, and each time 
he had made his late wife pee when he took her with his 
mouth, he felt more in love with her.

Kemp was hard -- his cock was ready to take his 
daughter to new delights she had told him she wanted a 
short time ago. He moved up between her legs and pushed 
his cock against her wet sex. For several minutes he 
moved the head of his cock at the tight opening, but 
could not slip it inside, and then he felt the bulb 
slip in until the crown was inside her small inner lips 
that were nothing more than tiny little flaps. He could 
feel the tip of his cock pressing against the shallow-
placed membrane, but he couldn’t go any deeper. Never 
could he have believed a hymen could be so hard to get 
through, and finally he went off -- and shot long 
streams of cum against her hymen, as he kept his cock 
head pressed against the thick door to her inner body.

Her daddy’s thick thing had stretched her narrow slit 
until she thought that he would rip her pussy apart at 
the top and bottom. Believing she was ready to have sex 
as she had asked her father to do to her early that 
day, Candi had accepted the pain from the initial 
stretching of her tightly gathered sexual lips, but not 
the battering at her hymen. "Oh daddy, ohdahodohodeho, 
no more daddy, augh it hurts so badddd, no more 
Daddddyyyy, take it out, aughhhh," she begged her 
father to stop pounding at her hymen, while her thin, 
young-girl legs were kicking out and around in the air. 
She’d made her tiny hands into fists and they were 
unknowingly striking her father’s back and shoulders.

Still the harsh, punitive striking of her father’s 
blunt and uncompressing short thrust was so brutal that 
she couldn’t believe her father was being so cruel. 
"Daddddyyyy, oh stop, I’ll never ask you to fuck me 
again, never, it’s so brutally painful, stop Daddddyyyy 
stop, please why won’t you stop?" She could think of no 
reason for his not stopping the shoving of his big 
thing up inside her pain-filled sex -- except that she 
had told him not to stop, no matter how much she begged 
him or if she said that it hurt. Candi was suffering 
from the painful experience of having her virginity 
punched out of her pussy, but her pleas didn’t stop her 
father.

She felt she would die from the physical attempt to 
shatter her impenetrable hymen, and as she felt her 
father shove harder than ever against whatever the 
thing in her pussy was, thought it was mean of him. 
Still her legs kicked-out on their own, needing to help 
her escape the raping penis, and waved around in the 
air. She didn’t understand that he was now simply 
filling her little slot with his male juice. The image 
of her tiny, flailing legs, spread outward on each side 
of her father’s strong and wide body was almost 
ludicrous to anyone who would have viewed the miss-
sized coupling from overhead.

Kemp had no thought of stopping and knew it was 
assuredly the most excruciating pain his little girl 
had ever felt, and with the final heave of his cock 
he’d hoped to breach her pussy. He was unable to break 
through his daughter’s preadolescent virginity, but 
unladed his cum against the impenetrable wall of skin, 
his daughter’s tough and thick cherry.

After they were relaxed and lying side by side, Kemp 
listened as his daughter began crying and apologizing 
for peeing, but she hadn’t realized that she was doing 
so at first. Finally He told her, "We should get into 
your bunk, and I’ll take the wet sheets from this one. 
Did you get what you wanted, pretty girl?"

With the soft sound of crying, she sobbed, "Oh yes, and 
daddy, I don’t think that after what you just gave me 
allows me to be a girl anymore, I think you made me a 
woman."

"Honey, you are still a girl, but you definitely 
experienced a woman’s enjoyment of orgasm from oral 
sex." Are you okay, or do you hurt in your pussy from 
my trying to enter you, Honey?" Looking at the 
emotionally flushed face of his daughter, Kemp said, "I 
wanted to be in you very much, maybe we can try it 
again later in a few days when you aren‘t sore, if you 
want."

"Just do me with your tongue for the next few days, and 
I will be happy."

For the remainder of the trip, Candi could not receive 
enough oral sex, and she was not hesitant to instruct 
her father how to lick and kiss her to give her the 
feelings she desired. The last night of the cruise she 
asked her father, "Before we get home, will you try to 
put it in me again? And even if it hurts, don’t stop."

That proved more than Candi could handle, and finally 
she cried out in real pain as she felt her hymen start 
to tear open, and she begged her father, "No more, oh 
God, daddy it hurts so much, I can’t take it any 
deeper!"

Kemp knew that his daughter had nearly been deflowered, 
as he could feel his cock finally start to tear apart 
the skin that made her a virgin. The moment he pulled 
back and was ready to try to drive into her body all 
the way, was when he listened to his daughter ask him 
to stop. After pulling out of her sex, he saw a slight 
redness, not enough to show she had lost her virginity, 
but only enough to provide evidence that it had a 
slight indention in her maidenhead.

The final night of the trip provided a change in the 
sexual acts between father and daughter, as Candi 
decided to attempt oral sex on her father. The small 
mouth of the girl wouldn’t open enough to fit over the 
thick head of her father’s cock, but between using her 
tongue and lips as best as she could, plus jacking-off 
her father at the same time, she received a thick load 
of male cream in her eleven-year-old mouth.

Nearly gagging, Candi did not remove her mouth until 
she had four more streams of semen shot to the back of 
her throat. After several attempts, she had swallowed 
most of the liquid, but sitting up in the bed and 
starting to speak, her mouth opened and the white mucus 
dripped from her lips and down onto her small body.

Once Kemp and Candi were again home and in a few weeks 
time, Candi was back in school. When they arrived at 
their log cabin, they did not notice that "The Eyes" 
were there to view them the following day. No thought 
of being watched entered either of their minds, and 
Candy proceeded to be nude around the house, but only 
in her father’s bedroom did she show any romantic or 
sexual activity with him. The act of oral sex was done 
nearly every-other night in Kemp’s darkened bedroom, so 
"The Eyes" never noticed the incestuous acts between 
father and daughter. For the next several months, until 
school was out once again for the summer, Kemp had 
attempted to enter his daughter’s vagina, but she could 
not accept the pain.

The second week of summer arrived and Candi was now a 
twelve-year-old with small breast buds. They weren’t 
out more than half-an-inch from her body, and were 
mostly pink, puffy nipples. Topping off her Mons 
Veneris were a few strands of light brown, and slightly 
blonde maiden-hairs. She hadn’t noticed when they first 
appeared. One night as he was performing oral sex on 
his daughter, Kemp brought up the fact that she had 
maiden-hair on top of her pussy, right at the cleft, 
and a few on the very top of her labia.

Unknown to Candi, "The Eyes" had noticed them also, and 
he had obtained a stronger lens and video camera. He’d 
also been successful in getting a few spots of brush to 
grow only ten feet from her bedroom window. Now the 
image of her budding breasts and the beginning growth 
of hair on her little pussy brought him to pure lust-
filled desires to fuck the delightfully cute girl.

Two days later Linda came over, and "The Eyes" found 
not one, but two enchanting, and later that day 
amusing, young, budding, preteen damsels. Watching the 
two young females remove their clothing, it became 
evident that the one who lived in the log home was 
ahead of her friend in the development of their bodies. 
"The Eyes" watched as they moved from the bedroom to 
the swimming pool. They were once more looking at the 
small humps on each other’s chests and Candi, the bold 
one, spoke then reached out and fingered the other 
girl’s breasts. Then she had the other girl sit on the 
table and lay back with her legs hanging over the edge.

Before his eyes and the camera that was recoding the 
sight before him, "The Eyes" saw the girl who lived in 
the cabin place her mouth between the other girl’s legs 
and perform oral sex on her friend. Evidently the girl 
knew how to perform oral sex, and "The Eyes" knew that 
she likely had been doing it for a while, but with 
whom, her father? 

"Oh, my, Candi, you’d better stop, something is 
happening, oh, Candi I feel so funny, I’m going to 
explode, augh golly yes!" Linda was beyond anything but 
feeling her very first climax float from her soul and 
travel to that secret spot between her legs. Until now 
she had not considered it as being a spot of untold 
pleasures. Shouting out her final words as her climax 
washed over her, she told her best friend, "Candi, lick 
me back at the top, yessss, oh, yessss, there, ohhhhh, 
Candi, I’m doing somethinggggg, yeahhhh!"

After the two girls moved from the table and jumped 
into the water, "The Eyes" watched the prepubescent 
girls play childlike in the large pool. When the girl 
who lived in the home walked over to the large windows, 
"The Eyes" got a close-up of the few hairs on her 
pussy, and when she opened the louvers of one large 
window pane, she was truly a beauty to view.

The girls were not aware that they were being observed 
when the girl who lived in the house spoke to her 
friend and led her to the sofa. "The Eyes" took in the 
view of Candi as she moved her lips to her friend’s and 
shortly was fondling her tiny nipples and then the 
small slit between her legs. Within moments the leader 
of the two grasped the other girl’s hand and placed it 
between her legs, and from the looks of her lips as she 
spoke, was telling her to touch her like she was doing.

Within moments the two girls were laying one-over-the-
other rubbing their sex together with each taking turns 
being on top. "The Eyes" took in Candi as she sucked 
the small nipples of her friend and he jacked-off as 
the girls engaged in lesbian acts that surprised him 
and caused him to wonder where Candi had obtained her 
sexual powers.

For a two-week period, Linda visited Candi while her 
parents traveled to South America. They had arranged 
with Kemp to have their daughter stay with him and 
Candi while they were gone. "The Eyes" never failed to 
capture the two girls on stills or in videos, but when 
it rained for three straight days, he was unable to 
photograph the girls at all. Had he been able to watch 
them, "The Eyes" would have seen them run outside in 
the rain and down by Kemp’s diverted creek where the 
banks of the stream were muddy.

The girls ran around naked in the rain and enjoyed the 
raindrops splashing against their nude skin. While they 
wrestled around on the ground together, Candi moved on 
top of her friend and began thrusting her pubic area 
against that of Linda’s, simulating the act of 
intercourse. This was enough to bring her highly 
sensitive girlfriend to an orgasm. The image of two 
twelve-year-old girls frolicking on the rain-drenched 
ground would be enough to trigger any deviant into 
joining the actions of the sexually charged preteens.

After Linda had climaxed, she returned the favor for 
her friend, and as she bucked her pussy against Candi’s 
yielding sex, rubbing against the center of her widely 
spread legs caused Candi to reach her orgasm too, but 
not necessarily the strong apex of sexual release she’d 
received from her father’s oral stimulations.

For a few minutes, they lay on their sides facing each 
other. Candi moved until she was kissing her friend, 
and pushed her tongue into her mouth as the woman in 
the shower had done. Only moments passed until Candi 
was sucking and kissing the small bumps of breasts that 
only raised on Linda’s chest enough to show promise of 
what was to come. Candi moved her hand down and began 
to touch and play with her friend’s small sex which was 
adorned with a few hairs and her puffy labia 
surrounding the narrow gash that led into her female 
wound.

Moving so that she was now lying with her head on her 
friend’s stomach, Candi decided to "fuck" her friend 
with her middle finger. She moved her left hand so that 
her fingers could seek-out her tiny pink sphincter, and 
stimulate Linda’s anus for the first time. Within 
moments Linda felt her puckered opening accepting her 
friend’s finger; the feeling wasn’t necessary painful, 
but was certainly enough to create discomfort. Whatever 
she felt, Linda allowed her girlfriend to continue 
using her finger to "fuck" her anal opening.

After a few minutes of playing with Linda’s anus and 
running her finger all around the narrow slot between 
her friend’s legs, Candi decided to try using her 
finger in Linda’s pussy, as her father did with his 
cock. Pressing her finger inside the tightly gripping 
female wound, Candi felt what she correctly defined as 
Linda’s cherry. Wanting to cause her friend some 
pleasurable pain, she began to thrust her finger hard 
against the thin membrane that grew close to the 
entrance of Linda’s sexual opening. After a few minutes 
of using one finger, Candi decided to use two fingers 
inside her friend’s pussy, and when she shoved in both 
fingers with a fast and hard thrust, she split Linda’s 
cherry apart.

"Ayieeee, stop - - - stop, it hurts, take your finger 
out, you hurt meeee, oh, stopppp, noooo moreeee, 
Ayieeee, help me, help me Mommyyyyy," Linda screamed, 
and as she understood that her friend had just taken 
her virginity from her, began to cry. Then, with a 
startled look Linda said, "Candi, you took my 
virginity," and looking down, saw that she was bleeding 
from her sex, which confirmed the loss of her cherry.

For at lest ten minutes the two girls hugged and kissed 
each other. Finally Linda accepted the fact that her 
friend loved her and would always be with her. "After 
all," she told Candi, "My boyfriend or husband was 
supposed to get my cherry, now you are my first."

"Are you mad at me for getting your cherry, did it hurt 
much, how does it feel now?" Candi asked, and then 
asked several more questions about the loss of her 
cherry.

"Let me tell you, it stings inside and it hurt like 
crazy when you pushed your fingers into me so hard, I 
wanted to kill you it hurt so badly," Linda said to her 
friend, but she smiled and reached out and hugged her, 
and spoke softly, "Now you have my cherry, when can I 
have yours?"

After a short while they got up and ran to the creek 
where Linda used her hands to wash away the evidence of 
her lost virginity. She reached out and grabbed Candi 
while stating, "I might just drown you for taking my 
cherry, you bad girlfriend." While speaking, the two 
girls started to hug and push each other, and suddenly 
they both fell backwards onto the muddy creek bank. For 
the next five minutes they rolled around in the mud, 
and when they walked up onto the grassy area alongside 
the creek, they looked at each other and started 
laughing.

Linda saw that Candi had lots of mud covering her tiny 
sex and she reached out and played with the wet dirt. 
They stood and rubbed their muddy bodies together, but 
had not heard Candi’s father arriving home. Kemp stood 
watching his daughter and her friend as they were 
covered in mud then walked into the house and took out 
his digital camera. Using the zoom lens, he took 
several photos of the girls as they rubbed around while 
standing up, then he saw them lay down on the ground 
and Candi get between Linda’s legs.

Kemp had no doubt about what they were experimenting 
with; it was an act of sex between two females. Taking 
more photos, he watched as Linda moved her tiny legs 
around his daughter’s back. After several minutes it 
was obvious the twelve-year-old girl climaxed, and with 
a great deal of enjoyment.

Stepping back into the house, he watched as the two 
girls walked into the stream and washed off, then 
realized they would soon be coming into the house. He 
didn’t want them to know that he’d been watching the 
lesbian scene the two preteens had presented.

Inside the house he went to his room, removed his 
clothing and quickly slipped on his bathing suit, then 
walked briskly to the kitchen and got a can of lite 
beer from the refrigerator. He then went to the pool 
and got into the shallow end of the water and sat on 
the steps. When the girls entered the pool they didn’t 
notice him at first as they walked toward where he was 
seated. When they saw him, he said, "Hi, girls, been 
out walking in the rain? Guess we should eat out this 
evening, what do you think of that idea, Linda?"

Linda was embarrassed to be seen in the nude by Candi’s 
dad, although she and her own parents all swam together 
in the pool in the nude when they visited with Candi 
and her father. When Gwen was alive, they would spend 
at least one afternoon and evening with the Davenport 
family, the wives taking turns preparing the meal for 
all of them. But this was the first time that Linda had 
been nude in front of Kemp since she had grown small 
breasts and had hair starting on her pussy.

Being nude was only one part of the problem for Linda. 
Thinking that Kemp could tell that she’d lost her 
virginity to his daughter only an hour or so before, 
she turned red in embarrassment. Kemp caught the look 
on the girl’s face, and knew that something had 
happened between the two of them. He wondered if it was 
because of the lesbian act he had witnessed?

Candi took Linda’s hand and they walked over and sat 
down next to Kemp on the pool steps, but not before he 
looked between Linda’s legs and saw that she was 
bleeding slightly. He understood that the girl wasn’t 
into her menses yet, and then he knew why she seemed 
agitated. He would ask Candi later if she had taken her 
friend’s cherry.

The next day the rain came down even harder and since 
it was Saturday, Kemp was at home and was dressed when 
the girls came down to the kitchen. He had bowls of 
cereal on the table for them and dishes of cut-up 
bananas and raspberries for them to top it off with. 
"Good morning, I guess you two had a great sleep. This 
evening we’ll go out to eat, so what or where do you 
wish to have dinner?"

"Can we get all dressed up and eat at the "Wild Buffalo 
Steak House" daddy? Candi asked her father, as they sat 
at the glass-topped table and began to fix their 
cereal. When they sat down Candi was on the chair next 
to him, while Linda was seated across from him. Looking 
down, he could see Linda’s legs. She was holding them 
apart and allowing her lower legs to swing back and 
forth as she sat on the chair.

Making small talk with the two girls, he got up and 
poured himself another cup of coffee, and sitting back 
down, noticed that Linda had pulled her right leg up 
under her left one which caused her pussy to be 
displayed. He enjoyed the knowledge that he was viewing 
the few hairs on the preteen little pussy and 
understood that he was viewing what only one other man 
had ever seen, her father. However, had he known that 
"The Eyes" had seen her several times and had her on 
video film and photographs; he would have wanted to 
kill the man.

Looking closely, Kemp could see that there was no doubt 
that somehow Linda had lost her virginity to his 
daughter, as her parted pussy showed the ragged look 
that only those that have lost the hymen have. The view 
also showed that the area around and in the entrance 
was red, and appeared to be inflamed. Glancing upward, 
he saw that Linda was looking at him and her eyes 
locked on his. Then she smiled, and moving her legs 
further apart began flirting with him, and letting him 
be aware that she was now sexually alert to the desires 
of a male. "My god," he thought to himself, "Linda is 
most likely offering herself to me.

For the next several minutes the three of them sat at 
the table. Kemp could not stop looking at the sex of 
the young girl across from him and he thought to 
himself, "I’ve never looked at Candi like this when she 
sat at the table with me." When Linda pulled her feet 
up onto the edge of the chair and allowed her legs to 
part, he know only one thing, "If I get the chance, I 
will fuck that girl!?

That evening the three of them dressed up to go for 
dinner at the "Wild Buffalo Steak House," he in slacks, 
a polo shirt, and blazer, while the two girls wore 
their best dresses. In fact, Linda wore one of Candi’s, 
as she hadn’t brought a nice dress with her. That was 
the way she’d explained why she needed to wear her 
girlfriend’s dress. Before they left to eat, Linda went 
to the bathroom. While she was gone Kemp looked at 
Candi and asked, "I know you somehow got Linda’s 
cherry, so don’t deny it, but how? And no, I’m not mad, 
just curious."

Looking at her father, Candi smiled and told him, "With 
my two fingers, and she liked it, and daddy, she wants 
you to do her tonight when we get home." He listened as 
his daughter told him, "She let you see her pussy this 
morning at the table and tonight, I’m supposed to be 
asleep and she will come into your room and pretend to 
be afraid and crawl into bed with you."

"Candi, what if someone finds out, then what? What if 
she tells her parents? They’ll have me arrested and 
I’ll be locked up forever."

"She won’t tell, and I haven’t told her about anything 
you and I have done together, but I did tell her about 
the woman in the shower. She accepted that that was how 
I knew what to do with her," Candi explained. "Hush 
daddy, she’s coming back into the room," Candi told her 
father, as she whispered, "Daddy, I need you to shoot 
your stuff into me, and I want you to do me all the way 
when Linda goes home."

The dinner was wonderful for the girls, and they 
flirted with a couple of older boys that they knew. 
Candi said that they were fifteen, but Linda said she 
believed they were older since they both drove cars. 
When they returned home it was still raining. Kemp had 
previously moved his bed for a better view from the 
window in the front of the house, and had purchased 
three oriental room-screens to block-off an area in the 
large bedroom. This he’d turned into a small living 
room. The Western-style sofa and matching chair were 
leather, and he’d purchased a new bedroom suite to 
replace the one that he and Gwen had slept in since 
they had lived in the cabin.

When Candi had seen the look of the screens, she begged 
her daddy to fix her room up like his, which he did. 
This was likely a good idea, as that night "The Eyes" 
braved the heavy rain and waited until they had 
arrived. When he got no more than a quick view of the 
two preteen girls in the nude, he went home.

It was shortly after eleven o’clock and Kemp was 
watching the late local news on television, when Linda 
walked into his room. The first thing he saw was that 
she had on a short pajama top, but he knew she was not 
wearing panties. Pretending to not know what was to 
take place, he asked, "Hi, Linda, what’s going on; 
where’s Candi?"

"Candi’s asleep, but I’m scared, and wondered if I 
could curl-up with you until I’m not scared anymore and 
can go back to bed and go to sleep?"

Before he could say yes, Linda got into bed and curled 
up next to him. For the past two weeks she’d been 
sleeping with Candi, and they’d wrapped up in each 
others arms and legs, so she was not hesitant to do the 
same with Kemp. When Linda felt his hard erection 
against her thin and curvy right leg, she moved so that 
her pussy was pressed tightly against the older man’s 
leg.

Neither said anything, but Kemp used the remote to turn 
off the television, and with another one, turned down 
the lights until it was dark in the room. He was 
uncertain how to proceed with the young girl. He knew 
what she wanted, but should he start the sexual union 
or allow her to try her womanly, albeit sexual, ways on 
him? "Will you hug me and keep me warm, K- Kemp, I feel 
cold," Linda whispered.

He understood that the girl was certain how to proceed 
with seduction and he eased his large hand down across 
her back making circular motions with his hand until he 
was caressing the small round globes of her buttocks. 
Moving so that his cock was pressing against her body, 
he felt her shudder, and she knew that soon she would 
have the big thing that was touching her stomach inside 
her body.

Whispering softly, Kemp asked, "Would you like to hold 
me? Like -- you know what I mean, you can touch me if 
you wish, sweetheart." The older man was in paradise, 
and when the small, soft hand moved and took hold of 
his erection, he heard her utterance of, "Um, oh my, 
Kemp."

Knowing he was going to have sex with the girl, he 
decided to just get it over with and enjoy the act and 
not pretend any longer. Moving his hand down, he 
caressed the tiny buttons on her chest and then brought 
his lips to her nipples and licked and sucked them 
until he felt the tiny eraser-sized nips become erect. 
Taking them one-at-a-time into his mouth, he lightly 
bit them and listened as she tried not to protest that 
it was hurting when he applied pressure, but he wanted 
the girl to know the difference between soft caresses 
and the need for more forcefulness in making love.

When his finger found her tiny slit, he played with the 
edge for a few minutes, then eased his finger inside 
and confirmed that she was no longer a virgin. Using 
his thumb against her clit, he found her prepuce was 
somewhat longer than he expected it to be, but it was 
as hard as a small penis. Between his finger moving 
gently in her pussy and his thumb on her clit, he asked 
her, "Are you a virgin, or have you ever had sex 
before, and with whom?"

Without thinking, she replied, "I’ve had sex once, with 
Candi, and. . ."

"Don’t worry, its okay, I won’t tell her you told me, 
deal sweetheart?"

"Yeah, thanks for not being upset."

"What do you want me to do with you? Tell me exactly, 
pretty one," he asked the young girl as he wanted to 
see if she would say that she wanted to fuck?

"Would you fuck me, is that what I should tell you?" 
she asked in a hushed voice -- so soft that he could 
just make out her question."

Placing the twelve-year-old girl on her back, he eased 
between her legs and using his right hand, worked the 
thick head of his cock against and between the puffy 
lips of her tight sex. Slowly he moved the end inside 
her body, and he felt her tense up from the first cock 
to part her pussy lips. Then as he moved it slowly in 
and out of the entrance of her pussy, he pressed past 
her Labia Minora until the head was completely encased 
within the gripping young sex.

"Can you not move for a minute? It kind-of hurts and 
feels like it’s stretching me wide-apart down there and 
it kind of burns."

"Tell me when you want me to move it deeper," he 
replied, but at the same time was making small 
movements back and forth and when she didn’t reply, 
began feeding his cock into the juvenile pussy. For 
nearly five minutes he worked his cock back and forth 
in the girl’s small sex, and finally he moved so that 
she was no longer allowing any hesitation, he drove all 
the way inside her body.

"Kemp, you’re too deep, no, pull back, it hurts like 
that, and oh, maybe we should stop," Linda cried out.

Now there was no turning back and he rode the young 
girl in a full stroke in-and-out of her small pussy, 
and before long he heard the age-old grunts and uh’s an 
oh’s that women make when they’re enjoying sex. This 
time, a twelve-year-old was giving him her vocal wail 
of sounds, and he increased the strokes and quickness, 
and assuredly, the hardness of his drives into and back 
out of her trembling body.

"Augh, oh Kemp, I feel like it is - - - yes, oh Kemp, 
darling, I’m going to. . ."

"My god," Kemp thought, "The little minx is climaxing -
- and on her first fuck, damn how lucky can a man get?" 
Then his body prepared to unload his built-up cream, 
which he hadn’t been able to release since Linda had 
come to stay two weeks before. His cum splashed against 
the womb door of the tiny girl, and he knew he was 
filling her sex with his five loads of stringy thick 
white mucus.

After they untangled, Linda hugged him and said, "I 
think that was the most wonderful thing in the world, 
but will you not tell Candi we did it tonight?"

"I won’t tell, it will be our secret, but do you want 
to sleep with me tonight and maybe we can do it again, 
or do you want to sleep with Candi?" he asked in a soft 
voice.

"You will allow me to sleep with you, like we are 
married, really? I guess you are my Lover, aren’t you," 
she said but then added, "I don’t think I can stand to 
do it again tonight, I’m kind of sore and stretched out 
down there."

Unknown to either of them, Candi had quietly come into 
the bedroom where they were enjoying the initial sex 
between them, and she’d listened and watched from 
behind one of the screens.

Candi was surprised to see how her friend had moved her 
legs all around when she and her father were having 
sex, and more surprised in how she shoved her small 
round hips up from the bed. Hearing her friend reply 
that she would sleep with her new lover, Candi smiled 
and returned to her bed. This was part of the plan she 
and Linda had worked out.

It was nearly three in the morning when Kemp awoke to 
feel his cock being stroked, and then he realized that 
it was Linda. He was erect, and he kissed the preteen 
lips as they moved to meet his, and easing his large 
body atop the young girl’s, soon was buried completely 
inside her small sex. He could feel that her pussy was 
still wet from his first loads of cum, and was soon 
filled with another four shots of warm male cream. This 
time she did not climax. She found the idea of a man 
going off inside her exciting, but she wanted to find 
some way that she could see what it looked like. The 
next morning around seven when she and Kemp awoke, she 
asked if there was some way that she could see what it 
was like when a man shot his stuff into a woman.

He told her how to stroke him, and as she did, he 
allowed her to set the pace. After several minutes, she 
had a nice rhythm going and had moved so that her head 
was resting on his stomach. When he shot off, it hit 
Linda squarely and she couldn’t believe how it looked 
as it targeted her face for its place to land.

After wiping with the edge of the sheet, Kemp asked 
her, "Now you know, so what do you think?"

"I think that I enjoy knowing now what you put into me 
last night, and would you explain to me sometime about 
the stuff that gets a girl pregnant, and all that?" She 
looked at him and said, "I’d better go get into bed 
with Candi before she wakes up and I’m not there."

Kemp lay in bed for another half hour, and then got up, 
showered, dressed in his bathrobe, and walked into the 
kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Turning on the small 
TV hanging under the kitchen counter, he tuned to one 
of the twenty-four-hour national news stations. He 
looked at the screen he saw that a suicide terrorist 
had blown himself up and killed at least five people 
including three Americans, and injured at least fifteen 
others. The terrorist had set himself off at a plaza in 
Argentina‘s capital city, Buenos Aires, and the 
authorities were surprised as this was something new 
for that city.

It was nine o’clock that night, and Linda’s parents 
still hadn’t called. They were due home by around three 
in the afternoon, and no word had been received so Kemp 
was about to call the airline when the phone rang. 
After advising the caller that he was watching the 
Martin child, Kemp listened as a US embassy staffer 
informed him that both of Linda’s parents had been 
killed during the bombing. They had found the 
information to call him in the Martin’s hotel room. Ms. 
Elizabeth Martin had emergency information written in a 
book, including how to reach him. After hanging up the 
telephone, Kemp had a flashback to when Gwen was 
killed, and now he would need to address the issue with 
Linda. My god, he thought, they were likely killed 
while he was having sex with their little daughter!

For the next hour Kemp spoke to Candi, and especially 
to Linda who he was holding on his lap, as he informed 
them about John and Liz being killed. Candi had walked 
into the kitchen to get herself a drink and Linda, with 
a sobbing voice asked, "I want to live with you and 
Candi; now you can be my husband and father, is that 
okay with you?"

"We will have to see, but you are sort-of an orphan, as 
your parents were the only children in their families, 
and your grandparents are deceased on both sides of 
your parent’s families. Linda, we will need to let the 
court decide that, okay?" Then he added, "but I will do 
all in my power to have you live with us, deal?"

Even though it was late, Kemp called his friend, Drew 
Williams. The two of them had been friends since they 
were in first grade. Nancy, Drew’s wife answered the 
phone when Kemp called and after small-talk for a 
couple of minutes, gave her husband the telephone. Drew 
listened as Kemp explained the circumstances, and upon 
hearing that Linda was an only child, and her nearest 
relatives were extremely older uncles and aunts of her 
father and mother, felt that they would prevail in the 
local court. Drew said that he would file court papers 
the first thing in the morning with Judge Rebecca 
Wilbarger. "Kemp, I need you to bring the girl with you 
to my office by seven thirty tomorrow morning so that 
we can get the paperwork signed and we can meet in 
chambers with the judge before she starts her day in 
court.

That night, as they prepared for bed, Kemp was shocked 
when the girls both asked if they could sleep with him. 
He gave them both a brief discussion that they must 
never advise anyone that they slept in the same bed. 
Candi, being somewhat mischievous, asked, "You mean to 
tell me that I can never tell my best friend, Linda 
that I slept with my daddy and she can’t tell me that 
she slept with my daddy, and now Linda walks funny?" 
Both of the girls started to laugh, and finally Kemp 
joined in the laughter.

Kemp went to sleep between the two young girls and he 
listened as Candi fell asleep. Just before he was also 
ready to go to sleep, he felt Linda move against him 
and whisper into his ear, "Can we get into bed in one 
of the other rooms, just you and me? I . . . will you . 
. . hold me . . . like last night, cause it. . ."

Easing from his bed, he led the young girl into one of 
the guest rooms and turned down the bed covers, then 
turned and pulled the short top Linda was wearing from 
her body. Moving with the girl onto the bed, he at 
first held the girl, and she was bold enough to reach 
down and take his erection into her hand. Kissing the 
puffy little breasts of the pretty girl, he decided to 
give the girl something he knew she would enjoy, and he 
moved his face down and kissed her stomach, then 
between her legs.

For Linda, the sex the older man gave her was more 
intent than what she had received from her friend Candi 
on the back-porch table. Her hips were soon bumping up 
to keep the contact of his tongue on her clitoris. And 
when he moved his tongue between her love lips, she 
sobbed her approval. Feeling the warmth of his tongue 
as it pressed and licked across the small opening 
between her hips gave Linda such sensations that she 
shuddered, and told him that is was so wonderful.

Within moments, he had moved the girl onto her back, 
and eased the thick head of his penis into her small 
body. This time when he took the girl, he was slow and 
only moved a little at a time until he was completely 
inside the snug fitting glove of her sex. "Oh, you feel 
different tonight, you’re so gentle, it’s starting to 
do that strange thing inside me, yessss, ohhhh, you’re 
doing it - - - aren’t you, aughhhh, yessss. . ." She 
reached her climax from the pressure of being licked 
and kissed between her legs, and then the slow stroking 
in and out of her tender pussy. Kemp could feel her 
small sex gripping his erection and she seemed to be 
willing his cock to unleash his load of cream into her 
body and he pressed completely into her as he folded 
her legs back over her torso.

The pushing of her body into a doubled-up position 
caused her to open her slender legs wide and the 
rounded balls of her hips were receiving his pelvic 
area. She could feel the sack below his cock strike 
against her anus. Pressing as deeply as he could force 
his cock, but not in a battering effort, he splashed a 
massive load of cum deep against and into her womb, 
followed by three lesser loads.

"Kemp, please stay as you are for a moment. I like 
feeling your sack-thing against my butt, and knowing 
you’re squirting your stuff inside me, I want it up me 
forever, please don’t pull out of me."

Listening to the girl, he now understood something he 
had never known about young women; they enjoy the 
presence of a man’s wet essence deep inside their 
bodies. He understood from his thinking about the 
matter, that Mother Nature was at work in allowing the 
female to become with child when the male placed his 
seed into her. Yes, that was what he learned from both 
his daughter and now Linda asking him to squirt his 
stuff into them, and to keep his thing inside them 
after he’d filled their tiny holes with his sperm. Even 
Gwen at times, as he had lain over her, would pull her 
legs back up and over his back, and at times she’d held 
her legs up in the air when he unloaded his cum up into 
his wife.

"Oh Kemp, that was wonderful, you made me your woman 
once more, thank you, now I will go sleep with Candi, 
if that’s okay with you."

The next mooring, he rousted the two girls from bed and 
told them to shower while he did likewise in his room. 
By seven-fifteen they were in Drew’s office, and after 
signing the paperwork they walked across the street to 
the courthouse. Within moments, Kemp became the 
temporary legal guardian of Linda, and a hearing was 
set for one month from that day for a permanent 
hearing.

After leaving the judge’s chambers, Kemp called his 
office and told them that he wouldn’t be in and if an 
emergency came up, to call him on his cell phone. 
Driving to the nearby Cracker Barrel, the three of them 
went inside to have breakfast. Ordering their meals, 
and once they had eaten, Kemp drove the two girls to 
Linda’s house, where they collected her clothing and 
personal items that she wished to take with her. Once 
they had loaded Linda’s things into the SUV, they 
walked through the house and Kemp decided that they 
should take her computer with them and he carried it 
out to his vehicle.

Once more they walked back through the house. Linda and 
Candi went to her room to see if they could find 
something else the girl wished to take with her. Kemp 
walked into the room where John had his computer and 
turning it on, found that John had not installed or 
set-up any password protection. Kemp began to look 
through the files to find any personal information John 
may have loaded onto the hard drive. Finding nothing on 
the computer, he opened a drawer with several computer 
disks inside. The first disk was basically mailing 
addresses and phone numbers. But when he opened the 
second file, he was shocked to discover photos of Liz 
and even Linda in the nude. Placing another disk into 
the computer, his jaw dropped when he saw images of 
Gwen in the nude and close-up photos of her sex with 
what had to be semen, and then a wide-shot of Gwen 
showing six men standing behind the bed on which she 
was laying.

In shock, Kemp put the entire group of disks into a box 
to take home with him. Searching through the room he 
found several videos and he packed them into another 
large carton, and finally decided that he had collected 
everything he’d found regarding his wife, Linda, and 
Liz. It was obvious that Liz had taken some of the 
photographs of Gwen and John together, and a couple 
showed Linda in the nude and some of the photos on the 
disk had to be recent, as she had the few hairs on her 
sex.

Looking in John’s and Liz’s bedroom had proved to be a 
good idea, as he located the cameras and other items 
that John had used to load the photos onto the 
computer. Kemp decided that he should take the computer 
home with him, and after he reviewed all the files on 
it would determine if he should simply use his software 
that erased a computer clean, and was used by the 
military and other government offices before disposing 
of used or obsolete computers.

Several photo albums also contained nudes of his wife 
and his friends. Finally he was satisfied that he had 
all that he needed to ensure that no one was able to 
view anything damaging to the memory of the couple, or 
the memory of his departed wife. When they went home, 
he unloaded the items for the girls, and the other 
items he carried to his home office, and locked them 
inside the lair.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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