After the Ball is Over

Brad and Martha scrambled around to find their clothes. Martha crammed her bra and hose into her purse, stepped into her panties, and pulled up her skirt. When she had finished buttoning her blouse, she realized the buttons and the buttonholes didn't line up; she had one button leftover at the top. She didn't bother to tuck her blouse into her skirt.

Martha looked around for Melissa's clothes and then realize that they were still on the floor of Brad's car. "Brad, carry her out to the car and put her in the backseat. I'll get in with her and get her dressed while you drive us back. And Brad, drive slowly. We don't want to be stopped by the police, okay?"

"Right."

As Martha was dressing her daughter, she wished she had brought a pair of panties for Melissa to wear home. Melissa's belly and legs were cum-covered and her cunt and asshole were still leaking a steady flow of freshly injected spunk. By the time she got home and stood up, she would be leaking sperm all the way to her ankles. A pair of panties would have caught most of the leakage, but it was too late to think about that now. She'd remember to bring a pair of panties next time . . . if there was a next time.

Martha just hoped that John was asleep on the livingroom couch. If he was, maybe she could smuggle Melissa upstairs before John got a chance to see her. Martha thought to herself, "If John sees Melissa like this, he'll divorce me for sure. He may even have me arrested, and then I know he'll get custody of Melissa. God, I might even go to jail. I've got to get her upstairs before John knows we're home."

Then turning to her daughter she explained, "Honey when we get home, I'll unlock the door as quietly as I can. Then I want you to tiptoe upstairs and get right into bed. Don't even take off your clothes. I'll come up and help you get ready for bed as soon as I can.

"I hope your daddy's asleep on the couch. If he is, we don't want to wake him up, okay?"

"Yeah, but what if daddy's awake."

"Oh God, I hope he isn't!"

As Brad pulled his car up to the curb in front of the Baker's house, Martha leaned over the front seat and whispered, "Brad, if you want another date with Melissa, call me and we'll set it up, okay?"

"Mrs. Baker, I would love to have another date with Melissa, particularly if you come along."

Melissa leaned over the seat, wrapped her arms around Brad's neck and kissed him on the cheek. Then she whispered, "Thank you for taking me on my very first date and licking between my legs and teaching me to do the fuck dance. I love you."

Martha and Melissa slipped out of the car as Brad slowly pulled away. The lights were on in the livingroom, but they would be if John had fallen asleep while watching television. Martha slipped her key into lock and quietly opened the front door. Melissa started tiptoeing toward the stairs. When Melissa crossed in front of the archway which led into the livingroom, the sound of her father's voice caused her to freeze. "It about time you two got home."

All Martha could think was, "Oh shit, we're busted."

Melissa stood frozen halfway between the front door and the bottom of the stairs. She was perfectly framed in the archway which led from the hall into the livingroom.

"Come in here, Honey, and let me take a look at you." Melissa turned, and like a wooden soldier walked, slowly and stiffly, into the livingroom while Martha watched in stunned silence. Melissa stopped just inside the livingroom. "Closer, honey." She took several more steps toward her father before stopping.

John looked his daughter up and down. "I didn't get to see your outfit before to left; did your mom help you pick out your clothes?"

Melissa looked over her shoulder toward her mother, then looked back toward her father and gave him a slight nod.

"You look very grown-up." Then using a soft and calm tone of voice, John began to question his daughter. "Did you have a good time tonight, Honey?"

Martha held her breath, and Melissa's lower lip was trembling as she nodded her head.

"Come over here and give me a hug." Melissa advanced until her father could reach out and draw her in close. John whispered in his daughter's ear, "Let's see just how much fun you had." John pulled his daughter up into his lap so her legs were straddling his. He slipped his hand up between his daughter's thighs and inserted his middle finger into her sloppy pussy. Then he used his thumb to make lazy circles around her still swollen clitoris. Melissa's body and dress shielded John's hand from view, and Martha was unaware of was happening under Melissa's skirt.

Still using the same quiet tone, John asked, "Did you like the movie Brad took you to see?"

"We didn't go to the movies. We went to a cabin up by a lake."

"I didn't know Brad had a cabin."

Again Melissa looked back and saw her mother standing in the corner. "Mommy got the cabin for us. "Then she quickly added. "But she was just trying to be nice."

A faint smile caused the corners of John's lips to raise slightly, "Oh, I'm sure she was, and was it nice?"

"Uh huh. It was fun."

"What did you do if there weren't any movies to watch?"

"Brad and Mommy taught me to dance, and I liked that a lot."

"Good." Then John paused while he inserted a second finger into his daughter's well-stretched slit. "Honey, what kind of dances did they teach you to do?"

Martha held her breath and rung her hands. "I learned how to do the fuck." Martha squeezed her eyes shut and covered her face with her hands.

Still using the same soft and calm tone of voice, John asked, "Did that hurt very much?"

"Just a little bit at first, but after that it felt really good."

"Do you like what I'm doing right now?"

The little girl bit her lower lip, and looked down to where her father's hand disappeared under the hem of her short skirt. The effect of her father's thumb and fingers was beginning the show on Melissa face. Her skin was flushing. She was breathing deeply through an open mouth and her eyelids were drooping in response to her sexual arousal. "Oh Daddy, I like having you rub me between my legs, and you do it really good, just like Mommy and Brad."

Suddenly, Martha realized something was happening between her husband and daughter. She walked over to where her daughter was straddling her father's legs and saw the rhythmic movements of John's hand under Melissa's skirt. Martha couldn't believe what her eyes were showing her. John, her prudish husband, couldn't possibly be fingering their daughter.

Still using a calm, soft, and quiet voice John asked, "Honey, would you like to do the fuck with me?"

With her eyelids still half close, Melissa gave her father a breathy "Uh huh."

Now Martha couldn't trust her ears. Had she just heard her straight-laced husband ask her little eight-year-old daughter to fuck? "No, not John. He wouldn't dare try something like that because if he did I would, I would, I don't know what I would do."

John continued in the same quiet manner, "Honey, I want you to go upstairs and take a bath. Then I want to put on a nightie and go lie down in Mommy and Daddy's bed. Your Mommy and I need to talk, but we'll come up in a little while, and then we can all sleep together."

"Daddy, can you and I dance the fuck."

"Yes Sweetheart."

"Oh Daddy that sounds like fun?"

"Yes it does, Sweetheart. I've waited a long time to dance with you. Now go on up and take your bath, okay?"

"Okay."

Martha watched as her husband removed his shiny fingers from under their daughter's skirt. Melissa smiled at her father and then at her mother and then she turned and walked on wobbly legs toward the stairs. Both parents watched their daughter as she climbed the stairs. Now Martha knew that her eyes and ears hadn't lied. Martha turned to her husband and shouted, "You incestuous bastard, what do you think you're doing?"

"Martha there's really no reason for you to shout."

Martha stood with clenched fists. Her breathing was deep like a runner who had just finished a race. "You had your finger inside our daughter's cunt and you're telling her you're going to have sex with her and you don't think I should be shouting?"

John gave Martha a quiet smile and said, "Actually, I had two fingers inside her cunt; one didn't seem to be quite enough. Brads must have stretched her pretty good."

Martha was about to start yelling again when she was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. John looked at his wife and said, "This call will be for me."

John picked up the telephone. "Oh hi Brad . . . Yes, it looks like you did a great job . . . Did Mrs. Baker give you any trouble? . . . She actually put it in for you? . . .You did what? . . .How did you manage that? . . . With your cell phone . . . Oh yeah, the new one that can record a couple hours of video. Are the pictures any good? . . . Your dad's watching them now. Have him make a copy for me.

"Brad, I was a little surprised when a checked Melissa because I thought we all agreed that you were going to wear a condom." John listened for a few moments and when focused his gaze directly on his wife. "She didn't. Well, I guess she's a little more anxious to be a grandmother than I realize . . . No, I don't mind. I think it will be fun to have an eight-year-old with a swollen belly running around the house.

"Brad, why don't you start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened tonight from the time you left the house with Melissa and her . . . ," John paused, sneered at his wife, and then spit the word "chaperon" across the room toward his wife.

Then there followed a long silence during which John listened and nodded his head while Martha fidgeted.

John broke the silence by speaking into the phone. "So Buck never got his black cock into Melissa? . . . Good . . . No Brad, it's not that, it's just that I think Melissa's first baby ought to be white . . . Martha? Oh, I think idea of her dropping a black baby is a real blast. In fact, I think I'll take her off the pill and let Buck breed her."

Martha jaw fell open when she realized that her husband was suggesting.

John continued to speak into the telephone. "Brad, put your dad on, I need to talk to him, and Brad, thanks for helping us out. You did a great job, and I think Melissa really enjoyed everything you did." After another pause, "Hi Walt, how does the video look? . . . you can actually see all of that? . . . Martha sucked Melissa off and then she got Melissa to do it to her! . . . Damn, talk about incest . . . I've got to have several copies of that video . . . Yes, I think they'll both be at the picnic tomorrow. With that video hanging over her head I don't think Martha can refuse . . . Yes, the new secretary is working out just fine . . . All three of her daughters are cute. The oldest one is ten. Her name is Jennifer. Then Penny is seven and Tabitha's five . . . Both Jennifer and Penny are ready; I broke Jennifer in last week and I did Penny the day before yesterday.

Yes, she's very happy to have all three of her daughters fucking, and I'm planning to open little Tabitha tomorrow morning, unless you want me to save her cherry for the picnic . . . Yeah, that might get the picnic off to a good start and I'm sure Brad would love to do a five-year-old virgin. For a boy as big as he is, he has wonderful way with little girls, If Brad opens Tabitha's cunt like he did Melissa's, I'm sure she'll enjoy her first fuck.. We owe Brad something for taking Melissa out on a date, and that would be a great way to repay him for the favor . . . With those three girls and Melissa at the picnic, it should be a pedophile's delight . . . Martha? I'm sure we can figure out some entertaining way to introduce her to our staff . . . Okay, if you want to do Martha before the picnic, come over tomorrow morning and you can take her upstairs while Melissa and I have breakfast. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning, and just be sure you make plenty of copies of th at video."

As soon as John hung up the receiver, Martha explored, "You son-of-a-bitch, you set me up!"

"Nobody set you up. You set yourself up; although I will admit, you did have a little help from Melissa."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well Melissa looks old enough to be a Junior High School girl, but she's not old enough to act like one. Normally, when an older guy calls a Junior High girl, and asks her for a date, she's smart enough to know she just sneaks out of the house and meets the guy. She'd never ask her mother if she could go; because she knows darn well, her mother wouldn't let her go.

"Walt and I have been, how shall I say it, interested in Melissa's development for some time. I mean she's only eight-years-old and she already has a gorgeous set of tits. But I always thought you were a bit prudish about sexual things. You never even suggested you were interest in kinky stuff. So I thought I knew what your reaction would be if you found out either Walt or I was messing around with Melissa, and we weren't sure how Melissa would respond to being introduced to carnal activities. So we decided to let Brad brake the ice and teach Melissa the facts of life. Walt and I figured if there was any trouble, we could cover for Brad, and Brad had enough experience to know how to handle a girl Melissa's age.

"But the funny thing was, when Brad called for a date, Melissa did ask her mom if she could go and her mom didn't say 'No.' Walt and I were puzzled by the way you handled Brad's phone call. But then when you were trying to convince me I should let her go out with Brad, and you kept punching all those words with the double meanings, I knew you had something nasty in mind. When you came up with the idea of chaperoning the date, I was even more convinced you were up to something. But when I listened to Brad's recording of your call back to him, I realized you were just as kinky as I was. You asked Brad about the size of his cock, and the idea of his having a big one and using it on our little girl really turned you on. You didn't wanted him to fuck anybody else before Friday night because you wanted to be sure he would be as horny as possible so you could watch him slid that big, hard rod into Melissa's little eight-year-old cunt, didn't you?"

Martha stood silently looking down at her shoes. "I said, you wanted to see Brad slid his big cock into Melissa's tight little pussy, DIDN'T YOU?"

Martha's response was a barely audible "Yes."

"What did you say? Speak up; I can barely hear you."

Martha raised her head and looked at John. "I said Yes. Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God John, I did. I wanted to see our daughter getting fucked. I wanted to see her tight slit being stretched by a real cock. And tonight I got my wish, she took three big cocks all the way up inside her belly, and she loved every minute of it. She loves cock. She loves to fuck. And John, she is going to love being fucked by her daddy. Only I didn't think you would do it to her; I didn't know you liked little girls.

"You do like little girls, don't you, John?"

"Yes."

"Do you like to fuck young one?"

"Yes."

"How young to you like them?"

"Very young."

"Tell me."

I think six year olds are best, but I'll do older and younger."

"How much younger?"

"I've fucked four and five year olds, and . . . one three year old."

"Oh John, you really are a naughty boy."

"Yes. But I don't just like little girls; I like big girls and grown women too. I like to fuck. I like to do all kinds of nasty things. I'm a well-rounded pervert.

"Both Walt and I are perverts. We both like to fuck little girls, and we always share our partners. Our whole company is staffed with perverts. Most of them are pedophiles, but some of them are into other things."

"Why didn't you let me know?"

"For the same reason you didn't tell me you were interested in kinky sex. I mean, we've both been keeping secrets from each other, and now there is no reason to do that anymore. It's time for us to come out in the open."

"On the phone, you said something to Walt about breed me?"

"Yes, with as black sperm."

"When will you start?"

"Tomorrow night after the picnic. I have eight black studs from the loading dock at the plant lined up to do the breeding. When we get home tomorrow night I'll flush your birth control pills down the toilet and you will spend the night in our bedroom with Amos, one of the eight black studs I've selected to breed you. When you come out of the bedroom in the morning, I'll have little surprise for you."

"What's that?"

"A chastity belt. For the next two months you will spend your nights with a black lover. In the morning, I will lock you in your chastity belt. I won't unlock it until that night when you go into the bedroom with another black lover. This will unsure that you are horny every night and that you are only receiving black sperm. I want you to deliver a black baby in about nine months.

"You and Melissa should be due at about the same time."

"God you really are a prevent. I'm not sure I'll like idea of a chastity belt, but everything else sound so delicious I guess I'll have to put up with it. I just wish I'd known soon. I think we missed out on a lot fun. Can we start tonight?"

"Yes, right now I want to get my dick into our daughter. If you want me to, I can call a couple guys over for you to party with, or if you just want to watch me fuck our daughter, that'll be okay too."

"I want to watch you and Melissa."

"Good. Then you can help us out by getting me ready."

John slid his hips to the edge of his chair and let his knees drop out to the sides. "Martha, get down here on your knees, take out my dick, and suck it until it's hard and wet and ready for Melissa's cunt."

"You mean suck your cock, here, in the livingroom with all the lights on?"

"Don't give me that prude shit. Get down and suck, or I'll strip you naked, drag you outside, and have you suck my cock on the front lawn with the lights on."

"Oh shit, John, are you really that perverted?"

"Do you want to test me?"

"No."

"Then get down here and start sucking cock."

Martha got down between her husband's legs and pulled out his cock. John's cock wasn't as big as Brad's or Buck's, but it was still a very nice piece of machinery. Martha knew from experience that what John lacked in size, he more than made up for in performance. John had never left Martha unsatisfied in bed.

It only took a few moments for Martha to bring John's member to a fully erect state. When John's cock was hard and wet, Martha looked up at her husband and said, "We shouldn't keep Melissa waiting." Then she took John by the hand and walked him up to their bedroom. When John and Martha entered their bedroom, they found Melissa lying on top of the covers with her nightie and matching panties on the floor beside the bed. The girl was wide awake and completely nude. The middle finger of Melissa's right hand was making lazy circles around her extremely swollen clitoris.

Martha smiled at her daughter, "What're you doing, Honey?"

"I'm making it hot and wet for Daddy."

Martha slipped two fingers up inside her daughter's channel. As she twisted her fingers in the squishy warmth of her daughter's vagina, she smiled at John and said, "She's ready for you."

John kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and peeled off his shirt. As he laid down between Melissa's legs, Martha positioned the head of his erection at the entrance to Melissa's sex. John thrust himself forward until his balls settled against the cushiony swells of Melissa's fleshy bottom. Melissa smiled as she felt her daddy move inside her. "Oh Daddy, I'm so glad you're not mad at me. I love you and want you to love me forever and ever"

Well, John didn't last forever and ever, but he did manage to control himself for the better part of an hour. When at last he deposited his fatherly seed in his little girl's nest, he felt very satisfied and pleased with himself. No one was quite sure how many times Melissa had climaxed around her daddy's prick, but it really didn't matter, because now she was happy and very sleepy. Melissa knew her daddy wasn't as big as Brad, but she liked the way he danced the fuck. Her daddy made her feel things that no other man could make her feel. He moved with rhythms that matched the beating of her heart. For Melissa it was the perfect ending to a perfect date.

The end.