"Do you want to taste your daughter, Daddy?"

I had been stretched out on the sofa, reading. I always enjoyed reading in the late evening, to unwind from the stresses of the day, but now I had suddenly lost interest in my book.

I looked back over my shoulder and saw my wife standing behind, smiling, and naked.

"Why not?" I said, and she bent over me at pressing her mouth onto mine. Her lips opened and liquid trickled smoothly onto my tongue, honeyed fragrant juice that I recognised only too well. We kissed for some while, pushing the cream back and forth with our tongues until our own saliva diluted it too much and I had to swallow. She reached down and patted the hard swelling in my trousers, giggled, and then went and sat down in the chair opposite me, wiggling her firm bottom deliberately as she walked.

I lay back to recover my breath and ran my tongue around my flavoured lips.

"That was deliciously unexpected," I said.

"I was kissing her goodnight," she said, giggling again, "and thought you might like a souvenir."

"Thank you, Mummy," I said. "It was much appreciated.

"Actually, it was her idea. I was eating her out and she suddenly looked down at me and said, "I want Daddy to taste my cunt", and then she came. It was so cute."

I sighed, knowing which way this conversation was going.

"She's very cross with you, you know. She doesn't understand why you won't fuck her."

"Susan, we talked about this before. She's only eleven!"

"Exactly, eleven! I'd been fucked by half my family by the time I was eleven," she said cheerfully, "including the dog!"

I laughed despite myself. "I know," I said, trying to sound convincing, "but I just can't. I would feel as if I was just exploiting her. In a year or two, maybe, but..."

Susan laughed loudly. "Exploiting?" she cried. "It's what Anna wants! She has seduced you into doing everything else, but this is what she really wants!"

As usual, I felt myself running out of arguments and said nothing.

Susan sighed. "Face it Daddy, Anna is a slut. Sex is all she wants, the dirtier the better." She hooked her legs over the arms of her chair and slowly slid a finger into her glistening cunt. "Can't think where she gets it from."

I picked up my book and tried to read but I couldn't concentrate. It wasn't just what we had talked about, it was also the wet squelching sound coming from the chair opposite.

"I need to cum, Daddy!"

I looked up and Susan was looking me. She was holding her labia apart and doing that trick she does with her vagina, making the cream flow like white lava. She smiled and raised her eyebrows significantly. I groaned in mock reluctance and reached down to undo my trousers.

"Oh no you don't," laughed Susan, walking provocatively towards me. "You leave that monster exactly where it is! I have other plans." She knelt on the sofa and straddled my face. "Just open your mouth and suck me dry."

I did as I was told. She ground herself against me so hard that my lips hurt, and almost at once started to cum. She abandoned herself to her orgasm, moaning loudly, and her cream flooded into my mouth. I fought to breathe and swallowed as she spasmed above me, her whole body jerking as I sucked the thick cum from her cunt. Eventually, the aftershocks faded and she collapsed down next me.

"I see our daughter has quite an effect on you," I said, stroking her hair, "but haven't you forgotten something?" I pointed down at the swelling in my trousers.

She smiled and her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Not at all," she giggled. "There is something lovely in store for him." She paused and her expression was suddenly serious. "Don't be cruel to her, Daddy. She wants you so much."

......

It was after midnight. The night air was hot, humid, and I slept fitfully, memories of our conversation drifting in and out of my semi-consciousness. Lights from the road outside illuminated the room in a muted glow, making the it seem like semi-daylight. I was naked, but it did nothing to cool me down. Confused images of Anna kept flitting through my dreams, raw images, cloaked by taboo. I started and was suddenly awake, an image of a small mouth wrapped around my cock fading from some waking dream, like a mirage. I was hard, and I looked round at Susan sleeping beside me, her breathing steady. "Don't be cruel to her," she had said, hinting at what was to come, and anticipation filled my mind.

I heard a movement on the landing, and for a moment, the room lightened as the door opened before returning to semi-gloom. I could hear the sound of small footsteps coming towards the bed. I knew I should pull up the covers, cover myself, but I also knew that she would only pull them down again; the women in my household were nothing if not determined. I closed my eyes and feigned sleep. There was stillness and the sound of breathing and I knew that Anna was looking at me, scanning my nakedness. My cock was so stiff and the thought of her looking at it made it throb in rhythm to my heartbeat. I tried to tense, to make the movement stop, but it only caused it to stand up more obscenely and betray me.

I felt a slight movement as she climbed onto the bed, and then two little hands grasped my prick and begin to move slowly up and down, just as her mother had taught her; for a second, I pictured her, her little tongue poking from the side of her mouth in concentration. The feeling was exquisite. She found the pre-cum at the tip and massaged it into my cockhead for a moment, and then I felt her tongue licking it. I jumped involuntarily at the feeling, and she giggled quietly, but she continued licking, sliding her tongue up and down the shaft before taking me into her tiny mouth. One of her little hands cupped my balls, and I felt the gentle pressure of her fingers. The warmth and wet enclosed me as she slowly fucked me with her mouth, and I knew that I would be unable to hold out much longer.

Suddenly she stopped.

"I know you're not really asleep, Daddy," she whispered. I opened my eyes and smiled at her, and felt Susan stirring next to me.

"I couldn't sleep, Daddy. My little cunt felt so itchy, and it's so wet." I gasped at the deliciously graphic words she so deliberately used, knowing the effect they would have on me. "I want to fuck you Daddy. I want to feel you inside me, I want you to fill my pussy with your spunk. Please Daddy, I've waited so long."

I could only smile at her, and nod. Susan turned beside me, and I sensed her head near mine, her breath on my cheek. "Don't reject her, Daddy," she whispered.

I always did what I was told.

Slowly Anna knelt astride me. She knew I was looking her, putting on a show for me, letting me watch her eleven year old body hover above my groin. The buds of her little tits seemed to stand out in the subdued light, and her puffy nipples were hard. She reached between her legs and displayed her cunt to me, her fingers pulling the reddened lips apart. I knew she was looking at me but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers. Even in the dim light, her wetness seemed to glisten, like water droplets on a peach, and I could smell her arousal, remembering the taste of her. She ran one of her fingers along her little labia, and then I saw it bend and the tip disappear inside her for a moment. She seemed to moan, and then the finger emerged, its wetness catching the light, and I watched, hypnotised as she brought it up to her mouth. Looking straight into my eyes, knowing the power she had over me, she slid it between her lips, and I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked on it. My wife's breathing was more intense now, and I felt her arm moving beside me.

"Do you want to see my bottom, Daddy?" The sound of her voice made me jump, and it took me a moment to register what she had said. But she knows me too well, and before I could reply she shuffled round so that she was facing away from me. She bent slowly forward until her head was resting between my feet, and then, with calculated slowness, slid her hands up her legs to her bottom, and pulled the smooth pink cheeks apart. She was opening herself up to me, showing me everything, letting me know that it was all mine. I gazed at her, lost, but she wanted to control my attention. Pushing her bottom out wantonly, she moved one of her hands between her legs and slowly slipped a finger into her little red cunt. For a moment or two, she fucked herself, and then slid it out and up to her tiny puckered arsehole. I watched her spread her wet finger over it, and then gently push it inside. Next to me, my wife tensed and groaned, about to cum.

"Look, Daddy," she whispered raggedly. "Look how slutty she is, look how much she wants you. Fuck her Daddy, fuck your little girl." She tensed, letting out a hissing gasp and her body jerked against me.

Anna stopped suddenly and turned back round to face me. Her smile had gone and now I could see the lust in her eyes, her cheeks red, her mouth slightly open. She grasped my cock, holding it upright, lowered herself slowly towards it. She touched it against her pussy lips, rubbing it gently against her wetness, before guiding it into her tight little hole. She lowered herself onto it slowly, and I could feel her cunt stretching around me as I sank into her. She rested for a moment when I was as deep as I could go, and then started to move up and down on me, fucking me, impaling me in her tight warmth. I began to match her rhythm, thrusting my hips upwards as she slid down. Almost at once I felt my balls tightening, felt my orgasm starting to build in the base of my prick.

Somehow, she seemed to sense how close I was and she speeded up, her breathing becoming urgent as her own climax approached.

"Fuck me Daddy." Her voice was cracked, desperate. "I'm your little slut, daddy. My cunt is yours. Fuck it. Make me cum."

Her words broke any resistance that I had and I thrust hard, pumping my cum deep into her, again and again, hearing her cry out as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed around me, milking me, and I continued to thrust, governed now by some primal instinct . Beside me, I heard Susan cumming again in long grunting gasps.

We stopped moving as our orgasms subsided, and she fell onto my chest. I was still inside her, snug in our warm cum. She was too small to hold it all, and I felt it beginning to leak down over my balls. "Oh Daddy," she breathed and sighed with contentment.

Susan reached over and pulled her limp body off me, positioning her over her open mouth. I watched as she thrust her tongue between the little sodden lips, saw her throat moving as she swallowed our cum, heard the wet noise of her mouth, sucking the cum from our daughter. She continued to lick, searching out any last drop, and her tongue slipped down to the little girl's bottom, licking round the rosebud and then pushing against it, forcing her way inside. I heard Anna's breathing change, heard her begin to gasp with the pleasure she was feeling. Mummy licked back to her slit and then sucked her little clit into her mouth, holding it between her lips. Through her cheeks, I could see the movement of her tongue as she massaged it.

Anna suddenly stiffened and her body began to buck as a second orgasm hit her. Her cum bubbled through her cunt lips onto her mother's chin, and trickled down her neck. She collapsed once again, exhausted now, and lay down between us, her face glowing from the pleasure that still flowed in her small body. Susan leant forward and kissed her, their mouths open, their tongues twining with each other as she fed Anna the cum from her mouth. Eventually they were still.

Anna looked at us, and smiled. "Thank you, Mummy and Daddy," she whispered. "That was lovely."

....

Breakfast the following morning was, to say the least, unusual. I woke out of a dream, and then realised it had been real. I discovered I was alone, put on a gown, and went downstairs. I heard giggling from the kitchen and found Anna and Susan waiting for me, dressed alike, in white t-shirts that finished just below their bottoms.

"Good morning, Sir," said Anna, walking up to me, "let me show you to your table." She led me to the kitchen table, set for one, and pulled out the chair.

"Hey what is this?" I said. "We don't normally sit down for breakfast."

"If Sir would just sit down," frowned Susan, a hint of menace in her voice, "we will bring him his breakfast."

"But there are no places set!" I said, looking at the bare table-cloth.

"If Sir would just sit down...!" Susan said again even more menacingly.

I did as I was told, and waited. They seemed to find endless things to do, all of which involved reaching for things on high shelves, bending straight-legged to retrieve things from cupboards, or crouching down open-legged to look for things that had gone missing. By the time Susan came back to me, my cock ached. She reached down into my robe and wrapped her hand around it for a moment before standing up again.

"This morning's breakfast is one of our specials, Sir," said Susan, "but we needed to be sure you had the appetite for it." She winked at Anna and nodded.

Anna giggled excitedly and immediately pulled off her t-shirt, climbed onto the table and lay down in front of me.

"Breakfast is served Sir," said Susan. "Anna was worried that after your 'meal' last night you might not have the appetite for another, but I can see you do."

I stood up quickly, my robe opening, and my cock sprang forward. I heard the chair clatter behind me.

"And Sir," Susan said, "Anna asked if I could stay and help serve you. Would that be alright?"

I nodded and she smiled.

"Enjoy," she said.

I did what I was told.