Mommy Misplaced

 

 

Book Two - Chapter Four

The Uncertainty Principle (Narrated by Tom)

 

I thought I'd really be in the doghouse when I got home. Jennifer, my beautiful loving wife, had found out that I wasn't only having sex with our eleven year old daughter, she also knew that I was trying to impregnate the girl. That Amanda's prepubescent mind had somehow been switched with my wife's was probably a moot point. Or so I figured, since women tend to see the world a little differently than men do. So far as I was concerned, it wasn't incest because I was married to that gorgeous, adult female body. I'd made a baby inside that body and I really wanted to make a few more.

But of course, knowing that my little girl was trapped inside, that I was actually fucking Amanda, well...Sure, it bothered me some. But what's a man going to do? Amanda knew I loved her anyway, that I wasn't trying to hurt her, or Jennifer for that matter. I was just being realistic, you know? Jen was trapped in a cute, but decidedly un-womanly, preteen body that hadn't even discovered menstruation yet. She couldn't give me any babies and the idea of fucking my little girl, or at least looking into her angelic face while I pumped her hairless pussy full of incestuous sperm, that would be wrong. Wouldn't it? Like it or not, someone had to say it...

"You might not ever change back."

"What?" Jen asked, looking up at me.

She wore our daughter's little pink bathrobe with a towel around her long blonde hair, sitting at the table. Apparently she'd just come out of the bath and Amanda was still in the tub, although I wasn't quite clear on why they'd taken a bath together. Whatever the reason, my wife seemed rather distracted.

"What did you say?" she repeated, as if I hadn't heard her.

"You have to face the facts, Jen." I tried smiling supportively. "You and Amanda, well, you might be stuck like this forever. We don't know."

"Yeah." She nodded. "And we could change back any second. You can't go knocking me up, Tom. Amanda up...I mean us, okay? You can't make us pregnant! I don't want any more kids. You know that."

"I do know that," I agreed. "But..." I looked at her for a long second.

"But what?"

"But Amanda does want babies, a lot of them, and possession is nine tenths of the law, Jen." I shrugged. "I'm not sure you can stop her."

"You mean I can't stop you, right?" Jen frowned at me. "It isn't fair, Tom. I'm your wife, not her. Amanda is your daughter."

"Well, she's wearing the ring, dear." And the look on my wife's face told me I'd just gone too far. "I mean, you're right, of course. You are my wife and I love you more than anything. If this hadn't happened we wouldn't have any more kids, I know that. I've respected that, right?"

"You used to respect that." Jen stared at me with her big blue eyes. "I'm not sure I know you anymore, Tom. Having sex with your own daughter? Making babies? And you can sit there and say she's your wife because nine tenths of the law is bullshit?"

"Well..." I swallowed hard. "I was sort of thinking you're both kind of my wife now."

"Excuse me?" She dipped her head the way she does when she just heard something she couldn't believe.

"Ahhh..."

"Did you just say you were married to both of us?"

"Yeah." I nodded, deciding that I needed to be bold. "In a manner of speaking. Don't you think so?"

"No," she said, as if it was obvious.

"Look, the body I married is over there...In the bathtub, right?" I jerked my thumb towards the hallway and Jen nodded. "The woman I married, is here, in this little body in front of me, right?"

"Yes," she agreed slowly.

"So really, I'm married to two people, you and Amanda. I mean, it's the only thing that makes sense. I love you, and Amanda too, obviously, and I don't want to lose either of you. But...I have needs, Jen."

"Needs?" She crossed her arms over her adolescent chest. "You mean sex."

"Yeah, sex and well...Being with you. That's a big one too, but I can't be married to you the way you are, at least not outside this house." I pointed out the obvious. "People will wonder."

"But..."

"Hold on." I held up my hand, because I was just getting started. "Now, Amanda is 28 years old and she has your body, think about that. All that girl wants right now is sex. You programmed yourself for it. You spent your life fine tuning that beautiful gorgeous sexy body of yours for sex. Am I wrong?"

"Uhhh..." Jen looked down for a second, but she wasn't going to dispute me. The woman was proud of herself, no doubt about that.

"She's trying to understand what her new body is telling her, Jen, and it's telling her that she should have sex. Lots and lots of it, so she can have lots and lots of babies. You've seen her. I've fucked her. Believe me, the kid's a fast learner and she's getting good at it."

"Sooo..."

"So do you want her looking for sex someplace else? With strangers like that cop? Maybe the mailman, or how about our neighbor, George across the street? He's been watching you for six years, jerking off behind his curtains. Do you want him making babies in our little girl?"

"God no." Jen shook her head emphatically. "So you think if Amanda is your wife, then...What? She's going to be happy being married? She's 11 years old, Tom. She's going to grow up and want her own boyfriends, her own husband, not her daddy."

"Not if we teach her right," I said with a smile, thinking maybe I had a chance.

I'll admit that my logic could have been flawed, but I was no rocket scientist. I was a salesman, a real estate guy who made a pretty good living closing the deals nobody else could. I was selling my ass off at that kitchen table, let me tell you. I was seriously in love with my wife's body. Or maybe I should say I was seriously in love with my wife, and totally in lust with her body. I didn't know a whole lot of guys who had celebrated their twelfth anniversary and still popped hard when they saw their wives taking off a dress. 

I did, every single time, and that's as far as my logic needed to go.

"And just where does that leave me, Tom?" Jen asked, and it was a good question. "I have needs too, you know. I don't want a boyfriend. I don't want to look for another husband. I love you."

"I know," I said, and I loved her more than anything else in the world, except maybe our daughter, and really that was a tie, because those were two different kinds of love altogether.

"Am I going to have to sleep alone every night? Listening to you and Amanda fuck?" Jen's eyes were damp and I hadn't appreciated how much this situation was affecting her. I'd been focused more on Amanda, and she was coping just fine.

"I don't know." I said, feeling less like a husband than a daddy right then, because Jen was eleven years old, like it or not. As much as I loved fucking Amanda in my wife's body, I just wasn't sure I could make love to my wife in the body of my own child.

"I need you, Tom," Jen whispered, getting up from the table and opening her robe. She wore nothing underneath and it wasn't easy looking at my daughter's naked body. Not the way Jen wanted me to, anyway. "I need you to love me, to touch me."

My wife drew closer, padding across the linoleum on her bare feet. Her body was still damp and pink from her bath. 

"I feel so lonely without you beside me." She stepped between my legs as I sat there, putting her body between my thighs and pressing a small hand to my trousers, to tease my stirring cock. "Inside me," Jen whispered, leaning closer, putting a hand around my neck and I couldn't breathe.

My heart was pounding.

"I want you to fuck me." Jennifer bit my ear gently, whispering softly as she pressed her body to mine, inviting my arms to circle her tiny body, to pull her closer. "Take my cherry," she sighed. "Make me a woman, Tom. Make me your wife again. Please?"

And I had to kiss her, my beautiful preteen daughter. No, my wife...Both of them somehow, at the same time in the same body, but separate as well. I had two wives and two daughters, perhaps that would be the best way to think of them, I wasn't sure.

But either way, she felt so soft and warm, and her mouth seemed tiny as my tongue filled it. Jen suckled my tongue, moaning and rubbing her flat chest against my shirt, her robe falling away so I held her naked. I cupped her small, pert butt, lifting her onto my lap. She straddled me in that kitchen chair and my cock ached beneath her immature sex.

This was my wife, the Jen I knew and loved. She might have looked like Amanda, but this seduction, the way she'd taken me so easily, turned all of my fears and doubts aside, that was her gift. She could do whatever she wanted with me, anytime she felt like it, and I could never get over how lucky I was that she loved me.

"Oh, Jen. I love you, baby," I moaned into her ear as she rocked against me, arching her back and trying to cum, I thought, just from that. From dry humping her virginal pussy against my trapped and very eager erection.

"What'r you guys doin'?" Amanda asked, unintentionally spoiling the moment. I let out the breath I'd been holding as Jen collapsed against my chest, sighing with frustration.

"Uhhh..." I cleared my throat. "Talking, Princess. Mommy and Daddy were just...talking, that's all"

"Mommy's naked." She giggled, and she wasn't much more than naked herself, wrapped in a beach towel that barely covered her nipples as the knot threatened to come loose.

"Yeah, ummm...Why don't you go look for some clothes, honey," I suggested. "Find something pretty, okay?"

"Okay Daddy," she agreed happily. "Did Mommy tell you she put her hand inside me? The whole thing too! It felt really goo..."

"Amanda!" My wife used her Mommy voice, which didn't sound all that different even coming from Amanda's adolescent lips. "Go get dressed. Now!"

"You put your hand..." I narrowed my eyes and tried to understand as Jen turned red and looked down guiltily. "You fisted her?"

I stared at my wife not believing that could be true, but Amanda wouldn't have made something like that up, and Jen...She looked guilty as hell.

"Well, I was looking at myself...at Amanda, I mean, and I started...touching..." she winced, "...her and then well, I sort of went down on her."

"You went down on our daughter? Like...Ate her pussy?" I scratched my head. "Are you turning lesbian on me?"

"No, Tom! Come on." Jen rolled her eyes. "You know how much I like myself and, I don't know...I just always wanted to do that. Sort of."

"You always wanted to lick your own pussy?" I nodded. "Okaaaaay."

"Oh stop!" She giggled and slapped my chest. "What do you care? You fucked her first."

"Yeah, and ten minutes ago it was the worst thing in the world," I reminded her with a chuckle. "Well, well, well...So how was it?"

"It was good." Jen gave me an impish smile, her cheeks still red. "Uh, really good."

"Good enough to try it again?" I asked, feeling my hard cock still trapped almost painfully in my pants, and pressing against my wife's sweet little bottom. 

"What?" She looked at me. "Oh...Oh! You mean, what? All three of us?"

"Sure, why not?" I grinned at her. "Obviously we're all doing it, and I don't think we're going to stop, so..."

"No," Jen agreed. "I don't think I want to stop. It was too good." She glanced up at me. "You're not mad?"

"Me?" I widened my eyes. "No, not at all. I'd kind of like to see you and Amanda together. Didn't you ever want to try a threesome?"

"Ohhh..." She giggled. "Maybe, but I didn't think you'd want to see another man fucking me."

"Mmmm...I don't." I kissed her. "But Amanda isn't another man, is she?"

"No she isn't," my wife sighed. "But she is our daughter, Tom."

"And so we'll just love her all the more." I dug my fingers gently into her hips, shifting so I could push my cock against her, letting Jen know I was still horny.

"Yeah." She grinned, rolling her ass in a pleasant, circular motion. "We're not bad people. Are we?"

"Nope." I shook my head. "We're not bad; we're just stuck in a strange situation. I think the normal rules don't apply to us anymore."

"Uh-huh." Jen kissed my neck, her arms tight around me as we moved, just dry humping.

"I'd never think about touching my little girl," I sighed. "You know that."

"Yeah, I know, Tom," she whispered, her lips moving against mine as she stared into my eyes. "We both love her too much."

"Mmmm..." I moaned into my wife's small mouth as we kissed and it was even better than before. "You're still beautiful, Jen," I told her. "You're so beautiful."

"Do you like my body?" she wondered, smiling at me and perhaps teasing as she licked her lips. 

She grabbed my hands so I'd hold her preteen body up as she leaned way back for me, showing me her boyish chest, her barely there breasts topped with hard pink nipples, all puffy with excitement. Her taut belly, so flat and soft, and her hairless sex, spread wide just for me. I could see it pink and glistening, her tiny lips tucked just inside her slit. Her clitoris was just a rumor, a little bump at the top, and I'd never imagined I could look at a child and feel sexual desire -- But I'd never been married to a child, either. 

"I love your body, Jen." I set my jaw, shaking my head in admiration. "I've never seen a girl like you, the way you look right now."

I pulled her back up; catching my wife's giggling body in my arms and hugging her tight. I'd never in my life had a sexual thought about a girl her age. Even as a teenage boy, maybe fifteen years old, the girls I'd been attracted to had all been older. On the internet I'd occasionally come across a picture, or a story featuring young girls, preteens like Amanda, and I'd never paid attention except to wonder how anyone could be so perverse as to find such things thrilling.

And I still wasn't interested. The only reason I felt so excited right then was because inside that nubile young body was my wife. Not a little girl, but a real woman. One that I knew intimately. A woman that I loved completely, and while I did see my daughter there, and that was unavoidable, I could accept that. My daughter wasn't like other children, not anymore, and the old rules simply didn't apply to us. I was already fucking my daughter; my wife and I both were, so the next step wasn't so far away.

It was definitely time to fuck my daughter's body.

"Do you want to do it right here?" I asked breathlessly. We'd been kissing deeply, passionately for a brief five minutes, and I was afraid I might cum in my pants if Jen kept humping my lap the way she did.

"On the table..." she suggested. "Fuck me on the kitchen table!"

"That's a hell of a place to lose your virginity," I said, squeezing her little girl ass, which was just the right size for my big hands to cover completely. God, she was so soft and beautiful.

"I haven't been a virgin since I was thirteen, Tom." She looked at me, all flushed and smiling. "You know that."

"Well this is gonna be some serious deja vu, baby." I kissed her and stood up, picking Jen up with me. She was so small now, so light. I could have fucked her just standing there, holding her eleven year old ass in my hands.

"Oh yeah! Knock all that stuff out of the way." Jen giggled as I did just that, sending a bowl of fruit, an empty coffee cup, and some new mail flying to the floor.

"Are you gonna fuck, Mommy?" Amanda asked, drawing our gaze.

"I sure am, Princess. Do you want to help?" I asked her, and my wife laughed at me.

"Yeah! Can I?" she asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down in one of Jen's more expensive dresses, a red sequined evening gown.

She must have had a heck of a time zipping it up, I thought. Until I realized she was wearing it backwards, but the way it was put together, that didn't make a whole lot of difference. In fact, now that I'm thinking about it, having the zipper in front seemed kind of sexy.

"She's so little though!" Amanda said, cocking her head and narrowing her eyes.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Jen whispered.

"What?" I looked down at her. "Having sex in the kitchen?"

"Letting her watch, Tom. It's her body, so...What will she think? We don't want to frighten her."

"It's okay, Mommy," Amanda said, standing closer and smiling as she looked at her former self laying on the kitchen table. "I know it's not my body anymore. It's yours!"

"Settles that, I guess." I chuckled as I undressed myself.

Jen worried that maybe the reason Amanda was adjusting so well to her strange circumstances was that it seemed like a dream to her. Jen thought that perhaps seeing her father make love to her body, to herself, might wake Amanda up, in a manner of speaking. Like she might suddenly snap out of her comfort zone and, well, lose it the way her mother had in the beginning. That would definitely not be a good thing, of course. Neither of us wanted to hurt Amanda in any way.

But I was more of the opinion that the reason Amanda was so happy was simply that she was a child. She believed impossible things every day, it was her job to be a kid. She was telling the truth when she said it was Mommy's body I was going to make love to. Amanda had no doubts about it. Jen was the one who'd had real trouble, precisely because she wasn't a child anymore. At least my wife seemed to be getting over it though.

I tossed my clothing aside carelessly, looking down at Jen as she lay on the kitchen table giggling up at me. Jesus, I thought, only eleven years old, with her blonde hair and bright blue eyes, soft white skin. I couldn't believe I was so turned on looking at a little girl, but it was her smile that did it, and the light in her eyes. That was Jen laying there and my cock throbbed with the excitement of being able to be her first -- Again. And that made me chuckle.

"Well, are you going to do something with that thing? Or just stand there?" Jen's sweet voice teased me. She was playing with her nipples and rubbing her thighs together.

"Yeah, Daddy!" Amanda giggled, her bright green eyes shining. "Put it in her. I wanna see if it fits!"

"Ohhhh...You said you were going to help. Remember?" I smiled at my daughter. "Kiss Mommy's tummy. Just bend over, like that..."

Jen gave me a curious look, but she had to smile as Amanda leaned over the kitchen and planted a kiss on her belly button. Jeeze, my wife looked amazing. I mean my daughter...I mean, both of them.

"Oh God..." Jen rolled her eyes. "You're such a tease!" She pulled her nipples outward, both of them, and it looked painful to me, but she just smiled, licking her lips.

"Now kiss your little Mommy's boobs," I breathed, stroking Jen's thin legs as I knelt on the kitchen floor.

Dinner was served, I thought to myself; I just had to have a taste of my wife's virgin pussy before I took her hymen forever. I knew she wouldn't mind waiting a little longer, especially once she felt my mouth on her. Jen loved getting head, maybe more than fucking, but maybe not. It was a mood thing with her, but she wasn't going to complain, I knew that much, and her preteen pussy looked so ripe and luscious like the forbidden fruit it was.

She couldn't see her husband as Amanda lapped eagerly at Mommy's swollen nipples. The girl had no fear or anxiety, as if loving another girl was perfectly normal -- And it would be, if I had my way. Watching full grown Amanda nurse on Jen's flat chest made my cock throb with lust, much the way my heart seemed ready to burst with love. My wife held our daughter with both hands, tangling her fingers in Amanda's hair and moving those kisses where she needed them most.

"Bite me, baby," Jen whispered. "Bite Mommy's nipples. Not too hard...Oh! Yes!"

Amanda did exactly as she was told, pinching the puffy pink flesh between her teeth and nibbling carefully. All the while our daughter wiggled her hips, rolling her perfect ass beneath her backwards gown as if begging for a hard cock. My little girl was learning fast, like I said, and definitely her mother's daughter. I had half a mind to give her what she needed, but I was too busy to really worry about Amanda.

I forced myself to concentrate on the girl in front of me, spread out and inviting and waiting impatiently for my kiss. I reached for Jen's narrow hips, pulling her to the edge of the table. She moaned as I kissed her tummy, joining our daughter as we gave Mommy all the oral attention her small body could want. Just below my chin lay her soft, plump pussy, all pink and unspoiled and mine alone. I kissed her slowly, admiring how flawless she truly was, incredibly soft and warm. I could smell her recent bath, the soap she used, and then lower I began to scent her arousal, which surprised me.

I hadn't appreciated that a girl her age, physically, could get excited, but the truth was right there under my nose. Her preteen vagina looked innocent enough, but as I kissed it, I could feel the heat radiating from Jen's sex. Just inside her hairless slit, I knew I would find her wet with desire. My little girl, my wife, who hadn't even had her first menstruation, was primed for sex. I hadn't even considered that she might be mature in that way. But then again, I'd had erections for years before I'd ever been able to orgasm, so was it really so hard to believe that girl could become aroused even if she wasn't ready to become pregnant?

Jen hissed between her teeth as I licked along her tight little slit, barely a few inches long at the most. Her vulva seemed so small compared to any woman I'd ever been with, and as my tongue split her folds I could finally taste her innocence. It was like drinking cool water from a mountain spring, something so pure and untouched, perhaps never even seen by another person. I was the first, the very first, and Jen would always remember me as the one she'd given herself to.

I pushed my tongue deeper, using my hands to keep Jen's legs spread as she tried to close them. Amanda had gone back to licking her mother's breasts, moving her tongue in circles around the girl's swollen nipples. Jen jerked and gasped, arching her back against the pleasure while I flicked my tongue rapidly over her immature clit. It was barely there, just a nub of flesh no bigger than a bit of fingernail, but Jen could feel it as she began lifting her butt against me, begging for more.

I kissed and licked and nibbled my wife's hairless cunt for ten minutes at least, exploring every inch of her unspoiled vulva. I pried apart the plump folds, tugging at the deep crease splitting her sex into halves, and found her hole. The mouth of Jen's pussy looked barely large enough for my finger and as I dig carefully I could actually see her hymen, a bit of taut flesh, more pale than pink, guarding the entrance to her womb. I extended my tongue and kissed her virginity.

Jen seemed to like that a lot as I suddenly had a taste of her sharp, tangy juices and I realized she was cumming, which really amazed me. I wondered how many fathers out there had any idea that their preteen daughters could have an orgasm. And then I wondered how many girl's Jen's age actually had the opportunity to orgasm. Not too many, I imagined, and once again I was struck by how truly fortunate we were.

I covered her cunt and wriggled my tongue, swallowing the thin, oily spend of her lust. She even tasted pristine, at least to me, and Jen's juices would spurt like a tiny shots of piss into my mouth. She clamped her thighs to my ears and bounced her butt off the table as I squeezed her hips the way a man would a lemon, trying to coax as much of her bright cum across my tongue as possible. I'd made a fifth grader climax! And like I said, Jen loved to be eaten out, and her experience and love of sex, combined with her new and still immature body...

I almost hated to imagine what my life would be like over the next twenty or thirty years. She'd wear me out! It was like God knew what Jen liked best, namely self-improvement, and had just given her a clean slate to work with. She could do whatever she wanted with that body, starting right now, and I could have all the kids I wanted with Amanda. We'd found heaven on Earth.

"Come down here, Princess," I panted after several long minutes and more than one orgasm on Jen's part, I was sure. "You can help me fuck your mom now...Okay?"

"Mommy looks kinda funny," she said, giggling. "Is she okay?"

"I'm perfect, honey," Jen whispered. "Mommy's just a little dizzy. Oh my God...That felt good."

A moment later I had Amanda lying on her mother's tummy, on her cheek facing me and my straining cock. I caressed Jen's cunt with the head, making her giggle and kick her feet with anticipation, but instead of sliding my erection between her immature labia, I pushed my cock between our daughter's full grown lips instead.

"Ohhh..." I sighed, pumping Amanda's warm, wet mouth. "Let Daddy fuck your mouth, Princess. Get me ready for Mommy."

"What are you doing?" Jen sighed, not unhappily. "I thought you were going to fuck me."

"I will," I promised. "I just want make sure I'm nice and wet first."

"You're a bad man," she teased me, making Amanda giggle wetly around my prick.

"Yeah, but I'm a good Daddy," I replied. "Right, baby?" 

"Ummph-hhmmph!" our daughter agreed, and she loved sucking cock more than ice cream. Wow! Jen couldn't see Amanda nursing on my fat cock, but the sounds of her slurping, lip smacking efforts filled the kitchen. I groaned as I felt my daughter taking even more of me, caressing Jen's tummy with her flushed cheek as she moved her head back and forth. Amanda used her hands to play with my balls, just like I'd taught her the day before.

"What a good girl," I breathed, gently pushing her off my dick. My balls were ready to explode. "I love the way you suck my cock, Princess."

"Don't you wanna cum in my mouth again, Daddy?" Amanda asked sweetly, and I almost came right then.

"Next time," I said. "Right now I have to fuck Mommy."

"Yeah," my wife agreed, somewhat impatiently. "Daddy's going to make me a woman now."

"But...." Amanda frowned. "Daddy's gonna fix us again? I don't wanna be little!"

"What?" No..." Jen giggled.

"I'm not going to switch you back," I promised, and my daughter looked very relieved at that news. "You're still going to be you...I mean, your mom. I mean...I'm just gonna fix Mommy."

"How?" Amanda wondered, grinning at my confusion.

"Shhh..." Jen pulled our daughter's head back to her tummy. "Just watch, baby."

"Are you ready, baby?" I asked my wife, watching as she turned her soft blue eyes on me. 

I stood between her legs, with my hard cock actually resting on her soft round mound and stretching across her tiny tummy past her belly button to tease Amanda's lips. My heavy cum-filled balls fell low, tickling my wife's wet pink slit, and I tried to imagine putting all of my penis inside her. Where would it go? She couldn't possibly be big enough inside, but I was determined to find out. We both were, and Amanda was right there with us, staring at my cock as I pulled it back. We were one small happy family now, I thought. And about to get even happier.

"Oh yeah! Break my cherry, Tom. I am sooooo ready!" Jen giggled and we both knew this was going to be good.

The first time for any girl is probably scary, but especially for a young girl, a preteen like my wife. That had to be tough, and painful for a girl as small as Jen, taking a full grown man like myself into her body. But this wasn't my wife's first time and she knew what to expect. Jen understood better than any virgin in history and that was part of the thrill maybe, knowing the discomfort would eventually lead to pleasure. Jen wasn't into pain, so far as I knew, but in this case she would enjoy the twice in a lifetime experience.

I put the head of my cock at her pussy and it looked huge compared to her. I seriously had second thoughts and Jen could read my mind, or maybe just the concern in my eyes.

"Do it, Tom. I want it. Make love to me," she whispered, nodding and confidently smiling. Jen knew what she was asking for.

"Do it, Daddy!" Amanda added helpfully. "Make a baby in Mommy too!"

I blinked at that and looked at Jen. "You don't think...Maybe I should get a condom, just in case."

"I'll take my chances..." she told me, giggling. "This time."

"Okay, baby." I grinned and we'd waited long enough by then.

I'm no porn star, but normally I'd be good for five or even ten minutes of hard sex with my gorgeous wife before I'd cum, but looking at that tiny little preteen pussy under my cock, almost made me spill on her thighs. If I could last five minutes it would be a miracle, because she promised to be the tightest, hottest fuck of my life. I put my cockhead right there, at the pink mouth of Jen's pussy, which looked barely big enough to take a finger, and started pushing slowly, holding the shaft in my hand. It felt like I was pushing against a brick wall. I watched as her hairless vulva seemed to turn inward and swell at the same time. The fatty tissue around her slit was pushed aside, folding beneath the pressure as my cockhead sought to enlarge the girl's opening.

"Jesus, that's tight, Jen," I breathed. "Are you okay?"

"Push! Just...Push!" She squeezed her non-existent breasts hard, no doubt missing the large, perfectly formed tits that Amanda was now playing with as she stared at us.

I pushed harder, wondering if I shouldn't go find some KY Jelly or something to lube my wife up with, but she'd been plenty wet while I ate her, and she hadn't been getting any drier in the meantime, so...

"Ughhh...Ohhh fuck!" I groaned as my cockhead squeezed inside Jen's little cunt with a distinctive popping sensation. 

I'd pierced the opening, forcing Jen's slit to widen around me, and she gasped loudly. Her body grew tense as her soft muscles were stretched painfully tight. I could feel her hymen, it was right there and already my penis was pushing against it. One good thrust and it would rip apart and we both knew it. Jen's pussy was all but invisible now, turned inside with my cock so that it looked like my penis was pressing inside a short, pink hotdog bun. It looked pretty sexy actually, and I felt my cock give a slight spasm.

I leaned down carefully, not wanting to force myself inside any more than I had, which was just the head and nothing more. It would be so easy to break her cherry by accident now, because it was stretched already, it had to be, and I wanted to do it deliberately. I put my forearms on the table, gripping Jen's tiny shoulders from beneath as I kissed her mouth, staring into her eyes and we didn't say anything. We just watched each other as I began pushing against that taut barrier. 

Jen's eyes were wide and her mouth opened, but she made now sound. I could feel her fingers in my back, digging into my skin and I thrust hard then, not deep, but hard enough to drive a few inches inside and I felt her tiny sex being torn around me. She was so hot and wet already, but I knew some of that wetness would be her blood now. I gave her half of my erection, at the very most, and tears filled my wife's eyes. She let out a muffled sob of pain as her face was buried against my neck. That's probably as deep as I'd be able to get, I realized then, those four inches were a lot for her sweet little cunt and I chided myself for not being more careful, but I didn't know how I could have been, really.

I kissed her cheeks and hair. I kissed her eyes and held myself there, not daring to move, even to withdraw, for fear of causing her more pain. I'd taken her virginity, broken her innocence, and there was only one thing left to do. One little act to consummate our new relationship as man and child-wife, because it did seem very new and different just then. I was going to cum inside her, and feel my darling little girl, my prepubescent mate, cum with me. 

"I can't see anything!" Amanda protested, and I smiled, but I didn't laugh. 

I just pushed again, kissing my wife's mouth again, her tongue wriggled against mine even as she moaned with pain. It hurt her, I thought, but not terribly and she wanted it as much as me. And there was pleasure there too, underneath the pain, the joy of giving that only a woman can truly understand. A child like Amanda never could, not at eleven years old, and that was the difference. That was the thing that made it so good for Jen.

We fucked slowly at first, my cock driving inward just a few inches and then I'd pull back, sliding in and out of Jen's pussy more easily as she grew used to it. Her sex was weakening, the muscles growing wearing of resisting me, and that made it better for both of us. Soon enough I could go deeper, and deeper still until without even realizing it, my cock was completely inside her. She'd taken all of it and I knew girls could stretch, but...

"Are you okay?" I asked, feeling my cockhead nudge what could only be the very bottom of her sex, and I'd probably forced that limit deeper than it should have been.

I wondered if I hadn't actually passed right into her womb, but I was a salesman, not a gynecologist, so what did I know? Only that it felt pretty great inside her, balls deep in my wife's little girl pussy. I felt somewhat guilty at that, feeling her so incredibly hot and tight, like nothing I'd ever imagined before, and at the same time looking down to see how much my swollen cock was hurting her.

"It hurts," she breathed, wincing as she gingerly adjusted her hips. "But not too bad."

"I'm sorry." I kissed her parted lips. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No..." She forced herself to smile. "I want to feel you cum, that's all. Just cum inside me."

Time has a way of making pain grow smaller and she probably didn't remember it being this bad, and maybe it hadn't been. But right then it was obvious that she was hurting and I fucked her slowly, kissing her and telling her how much I loved her and it wasn't going to be long anyway. Her pussy was immature, yeah, and fighting this rude intrusion, but it seemed more like Jen's sweet little cunt was milking my cock than actually resisting. The tender walls squeezed and trembled with an instinctive desperation. All by itself, Jen's soft pussy was fucking my prick in ways I'd never imagined. Nothing in my experience could compare to taking that little girl's virginity.

"Here...it cums...Jen..." I groaned, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to drive my cock home, to fuck her hard at the end because that always felt best.

Instead it was a long buildup, the pressure rising until it became unbearable, and with a gasp I erupted with a rush of semen pumping deep into Jen's innocent womb. My balls were tight and my ejaculate released almost painfully. Like my first orgasm ever, the sensation was dazzling and unexpected and confusing to my senses. My entire body seemed to throb with the effort of filling my wife's body with my cum. 

"Ohhhhh...Yesss...." Jen nodded, breathing hard and finally letting herself relax as she felt my cock spasm within her clasping sex.

It's what she wanted, what she'd been waiting for, just that, to feel her husband cumming inside her freshly wounded sex. She wasn't cumming, not physically, that would have been too much to ask for, I think. But Jen was filled with that other sort of joy we get from success and triumph, the adrenaline and endorphins that make the pain go away while we bask in our victory.

She was smiling, even giggling weakly and looking flushed and damp with joy. Jen's blue eyes were clear as they looked into mine, and we didn't have to tell each other how much we were in love. We could feel it as we were joined together, husband and wife forever.

"Are you doing it, Daddy? Is he making a baby now, Mommy?" Amanda asked, frowning at us and moving her head to one side and then the other as if she might see something. Jen and I were too close together, though. Our daughter couldn't see my still hard cock buried deep in her mother's sperm filled womb. 

"Maybe." I sighed, kissing my wife.

"I hope not." Jen giggled and then winced. "I think we'll wait awhile before we do this again."

"Yeah, we can wait." I smiled at her. "We have the rest of our lives, Jen."

And besides, I thought, I still had to keep my promise to Amanda and give my daughter all those babies she wanted. That would keep me plenty busy until Jen got over the pain and soreness she'd be feeling for the next few days at least. Then, when she was ready, I could work on stretching my little girl so it wouldn't hurt so much, and eventually not at all, and then it would be good. Very good, I thought as my mind filled with images of Jen's sexy little body bouncing on my cock.

Yep, I decided, this whole switching business might have been a little confusing at first, but a guy could definitely get used to it.

 

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