Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2017 01:12:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: Sex Education I step into the bathroom to find my two daughters, Blythe, aged eleven and Pooky, aged nine, together in the tub, splashing a lot of water and laughing at I know not what. They look at me as I strip off. In this household, nudity and being proud of our bodies is the norm. "Move over," I say, stepping into one end of the tub. "There's not enough room," Blythe complains, with some justification. "We're done anyway," says Pooky, climbing to her feet and stepping out. Blythe follows her. "Fine, now I've got the tub all to myself." I add some hot water and lie back, my cock just breaking the surface, about half hard. It likes having my kids look at it, or anyone for that matter. My cock is an exhibitionist. They towel off as I wash my body and face, lifting my hips to thrust a soapy finger up my arse, then stand and ask for a towel. Pooky hands me hers and the girls stand at the washbasin, cleaning their teeth. "What would you kids like to do?" I ask. "Let's go in your bedroom," says Pooky, eagerly, "and play more naughty games." "Blythe?" I ask. "Sure," she says, spitting out toothpaste. I finish drying off and we go into my room. * * * My wife recently left me. It happened like this. She'd started a full time job and we needed someone to look after the kids, so she hired an au pair by the name of Olga, originally from Poland, whose English was acceptable and who had one essential qualification, namely she was gay. Why, you wonder? My wife was quite reasonably concerned that having a young female living in the house might lead me into temptation, but a gay au pair should keep me from straying. What she didn't forsee was that . . .well, let me tell you what happened. I came home unexpectedly early and heard strange noises coming from the bedroom. I walked quietly upstairs and pushed the bedroom door open a crack. There was my lovely wife with her head between Olga's thighs, and Olga's head was similarly occupied. My cock became instantly hard and I stood there quietly watching every red-blooded man's perfect fantasy, two chicks sixty nining. With my hand was down the front of my pants stroking my rigid cock, I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Neither girl noticed me, being far too busy enjoying each other's cunts and I walked round the bed, getting a nice view from all angles. I pulled out my phone and took a picture, forgetting about the flash, which alerted them to my presence. There were shrieks and gasps, legs and arms flailing as they scrambling to hide under the rumpled sheets, as I calmly stood there, a benign smile on my face. "Oh, what exquisite joy!" I said. "How thrilling this is, seeing you two darlings having such fun. It's awesome!" They didn't appear to be sharing my enthusiasm, my wife muttering something about, "We were only . . ." She was lost for words. "You were having sex," I said, to help her out. "Girl on girl sex. My God, there's nothing more erotic than girl on girl sex!" Olga jumped out of bed, grabbed her clothes and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her. I sat on the bed beside my distraught wife and tried to calm her down. "I'm not upset," I assured her, "in fact, I think this could be a bright new chapter in our relationship. We haven't been having much sex lately, none this month in fact, so I think Olga can add a new dimension to our lovemaking, and I'd be thrilled to have her in our bed every night, in a kind of permanent threesome." Although that seemed a perfectly reasonable suggestion to me, my wife was horrified. She told me that she didn't realise that she was gay until Olga moved in, but now that her inner lesbian had awakened she wasn't in the least bit interested in having sex with me or any other man, ever again. That, I admit, was a bit of a blow. I'd even briefly entertained an idea of having our daughters join us occasionaly as a sort of sex education exercise, but now that was out of the question. Long story short, my wife, now my ex, moved out with Olga, leaving me to look after the kids. But all was not lost. The sex education for my kids plan wasn't dead, indeed, now that I had them to myself without the restraint imposed by my (until recently) straightlacedwife, I could pretty much do what I liked with them, with the added proviso that they must like it too. So I invited them into my bed every night, ostensibly to comfort them after the loss of their mother, but also to introduce them to a whole new world of . . . we call it "naughty games". * * * So here I am, lying naked on my back on my bed, with two similarly attired little darlings, one on either side of me. When it comes to sex education, I have a laissez faire approach, simply allowing them to explore me, each other or themselves, with no rules or restrictions. When I announced this policy, they were delighted. Blythe immediately focused on my cock, which she'd been looking at with interest for some time. She was thrilled by the way it rose to attention as soon as she touched it, or even in anticipation of being touched, and when I told her that I had no control over it and it's erection was entirely her achievment, she could hardly keep her hands off it. Pooky, on the other hand, just liked to be caressed, lying on her back with her legs invitingly spread, wanting my hands on her body, and from the day I first brushed my fingers gently over her little girly slit, she welcomed my intimate touches, especially when I explained about masturbation, how all girls did it, and showed her a couple of simple techniques. From then on, she'd frig herself at every suitable opportunity, unless I was there to do it for her. Right now, Blythe has scootched down the bed and has rested her head on my tummy and taken hold of my cock, bringing it instantly to full erection. With a practiced hand, she slides my foreskin back and forth in long slow strokes, knowing that this way she can make me last, whereas a quick wank will have me shooting my load far too soon. Pooky has rested her head on my chest and my arm is round her shoulders. With my free hand, I'm stroking her tummy, my fingers moving in gentle circles, getting closer and closer to her cunt. She parts her legs invitingly and I slide my hand down between her skinny legs and run my middle finger up and down her crack. She sighs contentedly. Blythe lifts her head and moves farther down until she can touch the end of my cock with the tip of her tongue. This is gonna be good. I lift my hips slightly to signal what I want her to do and she complies, placing her warm, soft lips round the head of my cock. I let out a groan of pleasure. Her hand continues to stroke me as her tongue pushes under my foreskin and swirls around, a move which she knows drives me fucking crazy. Then she swings over and kneels between my thighs, my cock still in her mouth, so she can watch my face contort with lust. Her look of adoration makes my heart feel like it's gonna burst with love. "One day," I whisper to Pooky, "perhaps you'd like to play with my cock and make me cum like your sister does." "I wish I could, Daddy, but she never gives me chance. She's like a dog with a bone when it comes to your cock. I don't stand a chance. And then you cum and it's all over." "Then we'll have to have some time alone together and you can have my cock all to yourself. It'd be wonderful if you'd make me cum, too. I wish I could make you cum. "I'm too young, Daddy." "Any day now," I reassure her. My own climax is fast approaching and I warn Blythe. "I'm gonna cum!" She lifts her head from my cock and speeds up her hand strokes. "Here it cums! Oh, Sweet Jesus, I'm gonna shoot!" A long streak of thick cum shoots from my cock and lands across her face and she immediately clamps her lips round my cock to receive the remaining pulses, five in all, to fire into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, her hand milking me to get the last drop. Then she lifts her head, smiles triumphantly at me, opens her mouth to to show me how full of cum it is, then swallows. "It looks yucky," Pooky whispers in my ear. "No, Sweetheart, it justs tastes slightly bitter and salty. It's an acquired taste. I love the taste of cum." "You've sucked cocks?" she asks incredulously, her eyes big. "Before I met your mum, yes, lots and lots of cocks. Cocksucking is a lot of fun, right, Blythe?" "It's awesome!" "Then next time let me do it," Pooky demands. "Okay, kiddo," Blythe concedes. "I guess I owe you. Next time you get to suck Daddy off." Domestic contentment. It's so easy to achieve. They're in control. I just let them do what they want, and when they get bored with it, I suggest something new. * * * It's close to bedtime for the girls. I had considered allowing them to sleep in my own big bed which has plenty of room for three, but I'm inclined to snore. Furthermore, how much sleep would I actually get, with a sexy little nymphets lying either side of me? So they sleep in their own room in single beds side by side. I'm sitting on one of them, watching them undress. They know that I enjoy this nightly exercise and they put on a bit of show, taking their sweet time removing their garments as I gaze at them with adoration. When they're down to just their knickers, I hold my arms out wide and they step close and let me enfold them, running my hands down their back and squeezing their bum cheeks. "Knickers are so sexy," I murmur. "No they're not," Blythe says. "It's us that's sexy. Knickers are just knickers." "True, you are sexy, and knickers just lying in a drawer are boring, but when they have a little girl inside them, they're quite thrilling. I never tire of watching you two little sex kittens in your little cotton knickers. I ought to take some pictures of you to add to my collection." "What collection?" asks Pooky. "Let me show you." I release them, stand up and go to my room, returning with my laptop and my camera. Sitting down with the girls either side of me, I boot up the laptop and open my picture file. Scrolling through we see portraits of girls, all preteen and mostly pre-pubescent, all dressed in some kind of underwear, usually ordinary knickers, but sometimes sexy stuff, professionally shot, well lit with studio backgrounds. Every single girl has an inviting smile on her face. "They're all so pretty," says Pooky. "And so happy," I point out. "I won't download a picture unless she's smiling." "Where do you get them?" Blythe asks. "Every morning, during breakfast, I go to a Russian picture hosting website that has a section for 'kids', where people post albums of youngsters, mostly family stuff, holidays or gymnatics. Look, I'll show you." I go to the site and open the latest page. A long string of thumbnails runs down the left hand side of the screen. I find a likely looking one and click on it. Now two dozen thumbnails fill the screen, all of a girl in her undies, posing quite lewdly for the camera. "Some of them, like this one, are quite daring, but the rest are pretty boring. I select the best and save them to my file." I close the page and open my file again. Girl after girl, all scantily clad in knickers, teddies, nighties and an amazing variety of other sexy stuff fill the screen. "Look, this girl, Juliette she calls herself, see how she's pushing the side of her knickers down so that we can almost see her . . ." ". . .Cunt," says Blythe. She's just discovered that I don't mind if she uses adult language. Secretly, I love it when she talks dirty. "Are any of them naked?" asks Pooky. "Problem is, most pix of naked preteens would qualify as child pornography, so the few naked ones I've saved are pretty tame stuff, family beach scenes, for example." We scroll through a few dozen more pictures. "Look, there's Juliette again." Time, she's on all fours, back to the camera, bum up in the air and we can actually detect the faint line of her cunt through her translucent knickers. "I love that little darling," I say. "She's all over the internet. See how happy she looks. I imagine she loves to show off." "Take some pictures of us, Daddy," says Blythe, "then post them on that website." "Yeah," Pooky breathes. "I wanna be famous." "Okay, girls, stand side by side in front of the closet." The mirrored doors will give an additional view of their rears. I take a picture, than another and soon they're in the mood, offering a variety of lewd poses. I photograph them kissing and wrestling and then have them put their dresses on so I can shoot a strip-tease series. The last few, a set which shows them taking each other's knickers off, gets my cock rock hard and my two naughty little naked daughters push me back on to the bed and sexually molest me. This time, Pooky beats Blythe to the punch and sucks me off. Her small mouth is not quite up to the job, but the feel of her warm soft lips covering my glans is enough to make me cum. "Oh, my God, Pooky, I didn't mean to cum in your mouth. It happened so fast I didn't have time to warn you. I'm sorry." She grins and swallows. "It's okay, Daddy, it's not yucky at all." I look at Blythe, who's holding my camera, a smirk on her face. "I got a picture of your cock in Pooky's face," she announces. We look at the camera's screen. "Now that's child pornography," I state, firmly. "That doesn't get posted anywhere!" * * * To be honest, I haven't sucked a cock since before my marriage, and seeing my daughters' enthusiasm for fellatio, I think back to how it was, all those years ago, when I hooked up with so many gay guys and had the exquisite joy of letting them cum in my mouth. I was a bottom. Making my partner cum was what it was all about for me. I'd find guys on Craig's List and go to their place or invite them to mine, and withing minutes of meeting, would have a big, hard, delicious cock in my mouth. I also liked it up my arse. I'd try to select domineering tops who'd savagely fuck me, not bothering with foreplay, just wanting to get off, shoot their cum into one of my body orifices, then abruply leave. Meaningless sex, perhaps, but very satisfying to me, if only for a moment. For old time's sake, I packed the kids off to a movie and got on to the internet. Half an hour later, wearing nothing but a towel round my waist, I opened my front door to see a tall muscular black dude with a shaved head. He had a brutal thuggish look, just what I wanted. I took his arm, pulled him in through the door, kicking it closed behind him. Without a word, I reached for his zipper and pulled it down. His jeans fell to the floor and revealed that he wasn't wearing underwear. He pushed me into the living room, untangled his jeans from his ankles and pressed his hands down on my shoulders so I fell to my knees. His cock was already rock hard and I eagerly took it into my mouth, right to the back of my throat, supressing the gag reflex, and caressed his big swinging balls. "Fucking faggot!" he snarled. "Suck my fucking cock, you fucking queer!" Oh, God, how I love verbal abuse! My own cock was rock hard, my towel having disappeared somewhere. I worked expertly with my tongue until I could feel his excitement building and then I leaned back, taking his cock from my mouth and looked up at him adoringly. "I want you to fuck me up the arse," I demanded. "Rape me! Ram your big nigga dick right up me! Oh, I need your cock so bad!" I spun round, still kneeling and rested my upper body on the couch. He knelt behind me and my heart leapt as I felt the tip of his cock press against my hole. "Fuck me, you fucking brute! I'm your sex slave! Slam that gorgeous cock of yours right inside me, all the way in." I felt a slight sting as his glans stretched my sphincter, then he was inside me, filling my up, thrusting violently. "There's nothing like a big black nigga dick to get me turned on," I croak. "Go harder, deeper!" "Take my cock, you dirty little cocksucker!" he growled. "You fucking love it, don't you? I'm gonna fuck your little sissy brains out." His lunges became harder and I could feel his pubic bone banging against my arse cheeks. "Yeah, do it! Molest me! Shag me to death! Oh, fuck, this is marvelous! I love your cock, you fucking nigga savage! Harder, harder!" I was awash with joy, submitting willingly to this brute of a man, on the edge of cumming myself, just from the thrill of a big cock up my arse. He didn't last long. I was close to orgasm when I felt his cock pulsing in my bowels and with a dozen huge thrusts, he shot his load inside me. The knowledge that I'd made him cum sent me over the top and I came, shooting my own load on to the carpet right by the couch. I collapsed and he pulled out. He found my towel and wiped his cock, looking at me contemptously. He pulled his jeans up and without another word left. I don't even remember his name. Now that was what I call a very, very satisfying encounter. * * * I've made an important discovery. The Russian picture hosting site is being invaded, mostly during the night, by guys who post child porn. I assume they're guys, but who knows? Maybe there are women who like to look at naked children. It wouldn't surprise me. Of course, the postings are quickly taken down, but not immediately. If I'm diligent, and lucky enough, I can view them in those short intervals before they disappear, and download them for my own viewing pleasure. In just a week I have almost fifty lovely shots of pre-pubescent naked girls, all with eager smiles on their faces, all quite deliberately showing off their sweet little cunts and the lewdest manner. Among them are half a dozen professionally shot pictures from a single album that featured two girls, one with a flat chest, the other with tiny budding breasts, both devoid of pubic hair (girls, that is, not breasts), whose displays are more deliberate than all the others, their legs spead wider, their bums pushed higher in the air, their smiles more dazzling, and I've fallen in love with them. Not only that, I was lucky enough to find a picture of the lovely Juliette, wearing only a crop top, lying on her back, legs up round her ears, both orifices nicely displayed and her customary smile lighting up the whole scene. Having been teased by her in her undies for so long, never getting to see her treasure, I now can gaze at her sweet little cunt as I stroke my cock and stain my own undies with my cum. Once I've amassed a significant number of child porn pics, I tell my two girls about my good fortune. "Oh, let's see them Daddy!" cries little Pooky. "Are they prettier than us?" asks Blythe. "There isn't a girl in the whole wide world who's prettier than you two, my darling little sluts." They giggle, believing as I do that being called a slut is a compliment. We sit together on the couch and look at the treasure I've collected. "Fucking awesome!" says Blythe, her eyes alight. "They're very naughty girls," observes Pooky. "Just like you too darlings. Wanna do a little photo shoot with me?" "Yes, yes!" they chorus happily. In my bedroom, I snap a few pictures as my girls undress and then get down to creating some serious child porn. I photograph them lying on their backs on the bed, legs invitingly spread, or on all fours, back to the camera, as if waiting to be spanked. I shoot them with their legs legs up by their ears, in the pose that Juliette affected, offering their cunts to the world so deliciously eagerly. I photograph them singly and together, sometimes kissing and sometimes touching each other's cunts. I take a total of twenty, and if I add three from our previous shoot when they took each other's knickers off and the one of Pooky sucking me off, the twenty four will nicely fill an album page on the Russian site. I open a fake email account and upload the pictures. Checking the site I see that they've appeared. The lighting is good, the definition crisp, the atmosphere lusty. The girls are ecstatic. "The whole world is looking at our cunts," Pooky gushes. "And our arseholes," adds Blythe. "And Daddy's cock in my mouth," says Pooky, smirking with self satisfaction. I check back every few minutes and in less than a quarter of an hour, the album has been taken down. I immediately create a new fake email account and upload it all again. I want maximum exposure for my kids. I'm so aroused by the knowledge that the whole world is looking at my kids' cunts on display that I put my arm round Pooky and my hand down between her legs. She's nice and wet. "I'm gonna give you a treat, my darling," I say. "Blythe, get the camera ready." I kneel between Pooky's skinny thighs and bury my face in her little cunt, furiously licking, trying to bring her to her first orgasm. She grunts and squirms, loving it but my tongue soon gets tired and I come up for air. "Daddy, that was so thrilling," she breathes. "Do it to Blythe." Her wish is my command. Blythe has no trouble cumming, no trouble at all and best of all, while I'm eating her cunt, Pooky sucks me off. I love my kids. * * * Blythe tells me she wants to be fucked. "You're only eleven," I protest. "Some of those girls whose pictures we downloaded didn't look a day over eleven and they didn't have any trouble letting a cock push up their cunts." "Are you sure you wanna lose your virginity?" She snorts derisively. "Daddy, you took my virginity months ago with your finger. And anyway, if you don't fuck me, I'll find someone who will." Like whom, I wonder? Several of my male friends would like to get their hands on her, but none of them would treat her as lovingly and tenderly as I would. Furthermore, my cock is getting hard just thinking about fucking her. "Alright," I say, with faked reluctance, "if you insist." "Pooky! Come up here! Daddy's gonna fuck me!" My kid is such a fucking slut. It's a good job I love sluts. Pooky comes into the bedroom dressed in her customary white cotton knickers, looking utterly adorable, but my attention is focused on Blythe who's tearing her clothes off in her eagerness to get naked. "Grab the camcorder, Pooky," she says, throwing herself on the bed, her arms and legs spread invitingly. I remove my only garment, my expensive silk boxers, and climb on to the bed, lying beside her. I slide my arm under her and roll her on top of me. I see Pooky has ripped her knickers off and has set the camcorder on its tripod and is filming. "Sweetheart," I murmur to Blythe, "Pull your knees up and sit on my hips." She complies and I have the delicious sensation of her cunt pressed against my cock which, predicably, is rock hard. Without being told, she slides her little body up and down. I can feel her wetness on my cock. Pooky comes round to the other side of the bed and peers closely at the action. Each time Blythe slides down, my cock appears, my foreskin rolled back from contact with her cunt, my wet glans exposed. "Ready?" I ask. Blythe nods. "Lift up and let me . . ." Before I have a chance to finish, Pooky has taken hold of my cock and placed its tip against her sister's cunt. "Now, lower yourself . . ." Again, Blythe needs no instruction. She takes the weight off her arms and lowers her body. I expect to meet resistance, her cunt being, as yet, unused as it were, but my cock slides right in, more than adequately lubricated by her cunt juice. She gasps. "Did I hurt you?" I ask, anxiously. "No, no, Daddy. It feels so good!" She lifts and lowers again and my cock goes deeper. Pooky moves down between my legs to watch the action from below. "Fucking awesome!" she whispers, "Daddy's fucking Blythe! Oh, my God, it's fantastic!" One more thrust and my cock is deep inside my daughter. "Fuck me!" she whispers in my ear, leaning forward. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my little cunt! Oh, this is amazing. I think I'm gonna cum!" I'm right on the edge myself, but just then, Pooky, not satisfied with just looking, scrambles off the bed and comes to sit on my face. I press my lips to her little cunt and push into it with my tongue, thrusting my cock all the while into her sister. Groans and cries fill the air like a cheap porno movie, but it's all real. Under these circumstances, there's no way I can hold out and with one final lunge, I cum up Blythe's cunt, pusling inside her, five, six, seven times until I'm drained, then I lift Pooky off my face and roll her on to her back. Bllythe collapses on my chest. "I came, Daddy! Just as you fired inside me, I came. Oh, it was glorious!" She lifts herself off my softening cock and immediately, Pooky throws herself at me and takes my cock, covered in cum juice, into her mouth and cleans me up. "Now you have to fuck me, Daddy. It's only fair." "You're way too young, my darling. Be patient and I'll fuck you when you're big enough." "I'm big enough now! Look!" She slides the drawer of my bedside table and takes my vibrator out. It's the same size as my cock. She lies back on the bed, turns it on, presses the tip against her clit, then after a few seconds, pushes it into her cunt. To my amazement it goes right in. "See, Daddy, it doesn't hurt a bit. I've been practicing with it all week. You can fuck me, Daddy, just like you fucked Blythe." Holy shit! Another slut. Ah, well, I suppose it was inevitable. "You'll have to give me time to recover." "In a little while," Blythe says, "I'm gonna suck your cock until it gets hard, then Pooky can jump right on. This time you'll last forever before you cum and I'm sure she'll have her first orgasm." The whole time the camcorder has been running. Sex education: it's a tough job but someone has to do it. The Russian picture hosting site I told you about is real. For details, email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com The end.