We were in bed. Naked. Gary was on his back, me lying across his thighs, my fingers fondling his balls as I leisurely sucked his naked, shaved cock. It's a big cock. Really big. And thick. The kind of cock some women call a dream come true. Others would call a nightmare. We measured Gary's cock once. When erect it was just over nine inches long, and almost two inches thick. A big, scary fucking thing. I'm one of those woman who love big cock, fortunately, since Gary is my husband. I also love sex. Nasty sex. Lots of sex. And lately I've been thinking about a new kind of possible sex to add some additional excitement to our lives. Illegal sex, with our little minx, Tammy.
Tammy is our only child. She's a bright, inquisitive girl, with long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, budding tits and a light dusting of blonde hair just beginning to sprout on her adorable little pussy. I won't tell you how old, or rather how young, she is because she's clearly underage so you'll just have to figure that out for yourself.
Gary was growing hard under my fondling and sucking, and when he was stiff enough I mounted him, sliding my randy pussy down over his cock, watching his eyes glaze over as my wetness engulfed him.
"Feel good, lover?" I asked, clinching my vagina muscles.
"God yes. Always," he grinned.
"Ask you a question?"
"Would you fuck her?
"Guess," I teased.
"Someone we know?" Gary asked, pumping up into me, clearly aroused now, getting into it with me, his length and girth filling my pussy.
"Oh yeah. Someone we know very well, and I think she wants to fuck you, darling," I said, feeling his cock twitch inside my cunt.
"I'm not about to guess any names," Gary laughed. "You're trying to get me in trouble, aren't you."
"No, baby. I'm trying to excite you."
"Meg, just tell me who it is, okay?"
"Well... she hasn't actually SAID she wants you to fuck her, but I'm pretty sure she fantasizes about it," I continued. "She's young... beautiful. Long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, slender body. Looks like a virgin, and I'm pretty sure she just might be one," I teased.
"Blonde. Blue eyes. A virgin? I don't think we know ANYBODY like that. So who is it, Meg? Tell me, dammit!" Gary laughed, thrusting up deeply inside of me, his cock hitting a wall of membrane somewhere deep inside my body.
"What if I... said... it... was... Tammy!" I groaned, fucking now, him into me, my cunt up and down on his hard cock.
"Tammy who? OUR Tammy? What, are you NUTS?" Gary gasped, but I felt his cock twitch and a little spurt of cum shot out.
"Imagine it, baby. Our own daughter. In bed with us. Naked. Lying under you. Wet. Her legs spread. Staring at you as you watch me going down on her. I'd do it, too, Gary. I'd eat her pussy to get it ready for your big Daddy cock. She couldn't take all of you, of course. But we could work the head of it in, and a little of the shaft. Enough for you to fuck her a little, and come in her. Wouldn't you love that, baby?" I said, not teasing now, but meaning it, turning myself on as well, talking about it, sharing what I'd been thinking about with my husband.
"Oh fuck, Meg. Are you SERIOUS?" Gary grunted, pumping further up inside me.
"Wait here," I said, suddenly pulling off of him.
"Where ya going?"
"You'll see. Be right back," I said, leaving our bedroom.
I walked down the hall to Tammy's room, then inside. She was spending the night with Janie, her best friend, so I was safe to get what I wanted. In her closet I found what I was looking for... a pair of her soiled panties. They were still just a tiny bit moist, and when I held them to my nose and sniffed her delicate essence I smiled, then returned to our bedroom.
Gary was stroking his cock, eagerly awaiting my return. I walked over to him and climbed on top of his cock again, then wiped the crotch of Tammy's panties over his nose.
"Smell it, baby? Our little girl's cunt scent?" I asked, wiping the inside out crotch of Tammy's panties over Gary's nose. "Taste her, Gary. Taste Tammy's cunt," I said, and he did it.
He opened his mouth and I pushed the crotch of Tammy's panties inside, letting him taste as well as smell her.
"Hmmm!" he groaned, sucking the sweet juices from her panties.
Suddenly his cock erupted, spewing hot cum into my cunt. "Yes, baby... suck our little girl's panties, and pretend your coming in HER cunt, Gary. Do it! FUCK YOUR HOT LITTLE DAUGHTER, GARY. COME IN HER CUNTTTT!" I screamed, rubbing my clit, coming along with my husband as visions of his cock doing this to our daughter helped drive me over the top and into the same sexual ecstasy as my husband was experiencing as he lay beneath me, thinking, I knew, of the same scenario, and loving it.
Chapter 2. Sex with Tammy
How do I know Tammy's juices taste sweet, you may ask? Because I've sucked her panties myself. And wiped her soiled panties over my face. I've done the same with my own, of course, as has Gary. And I've done it with his panties, too. Yeah, that's right. I said HIS panties. I bought them for him. Black satin, just big enough to hold his package. God he looks hot in those panties, his big cock straining against the thin material. We're both very sensual people, and we both love sexy lingerie. Lately I've been buying some sexy panties for Tammy as well. The first time it caused her to look at me with an inquisitive, curious expression. Gary was playing golf, and Tammy and I were home alone.
"Do you mind me buying you sexy panties like this, honey?" I'd asked her when I gave her her first pair.
"Gosh no! I like it, Mom. I love them! But how come? I mean, why did you decide to buy them for me?"
"You're growing up, baby. And I want to help you experience the joy of wearing and doing sexy things as young as possible, like my mother did for me."
"Grandma Jones bought you sexy panties like this to wear?" Tammy asked, smiling, holding up and appraising the skimpy bikini panties.
"OH yeah. She introduced me to LOTS of sexy things, honey, and I loved her for doing it."
"Like what, Mom?" Tammy asked, her cheeks blushing slightly. "What did Grandma do?"
"I'll tell you about some of them when you're a little older, honey. You're still just a little too young to share some of what I did with you."
"Mom! Come on! I'm not a little kid anymore. I know stuff," she said seriously.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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