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Subject: {ASSM} Kimberly's Art (part 1 of 2)
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Kimberly's Art (Part 1 of 2)
by MarkDouglas

[NOTE: The following is a work of fiction depicting entirely fictional
characters. This story contains graphic sexual material. Please be
aware that this author does NOT condone these acts and that this is
merely a FANTASY for entertainment. You are welcome to republish this
story as long as all of the information in this file (this header
included) is present.]

Email comments to author: markdouglas_33w@hotmail.com or
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PART I


I have been married to Jim for seventeen years and I feel I have the
best marriage in the entire world. We are best friends, have a
wonderful sixteen year old daughter, Kimberly, and have a fabulous
family life. We share all the happiness and stability of a suburbanite
family. Love, happiness and harmony are the foundation of our life
together.

I believe an important ingredient to our successful marriage is the
fact that Jim and I have always enjoyed a very active and imaginative
sex life. Most people would call it kinky, or even deviant, but that's
not the way we look at it. We celebrate our erotic side and revel in
exploring our deepest secret desires.  I approach sex as a serious art
form. My canvass is emotion and desire.

During our many years together, I can honestly say I have never been
bored. I wonder how many women can say that! It takes a little
imagination and effort to insure that the coals of desire are
continually glowing. Despite having to find privacy or time away from
our demanding routines, our love life has never suffered. But with us,
it's a labor of love. Or should I say lust.

We've developed some interesting traditions in this regard. One of
which is our monthly weekend apart. On the third friday of every
month, Jim leaves from his office and goes on a mini vacation without
me. It is something of an extended boys night out. He might go fishing
with friends, or to see a football game, or some such harmless fun.
The only stipulation for his weekend is that he is not to have sex of
any type during his time away. When he returns, we both benefit from
the build up of his sexual tension.

To add to the anticipation of our reunion, he knows that I will be
videoing my sexual adventures. I've taped a wide variety of really hot
encounters over the years. Some of my favorites were being with
another couple at a swingers club, being a kinky dominatrix for an
older man, having sex with big Freddy (that's our well hung dog who's
an 80 lbs. mastiff!). All the time he's away I know he's thinking of
me and what I'm doing.

It was one such friday when I was sorting through our video collection
trying to come up with a creative idea for my weekend sex tape. Jim
had already left and was en route to a golfing weekend with coworkers.
I was extremely horny as I watched myself on the various tapes, but I
couldn't seem to come up with an idea that was kinky enough for this
weekends tape.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the back door open. It
was Kimberly. In a rush I  quickly turned off the television and
pushed the tapes under the couch before she entered the room.

"Hiya mom." she said over her shoulder as she walked past me and into
the kitchen.

"Aren't you supposed to be at your friend Julie's house for the
weekend?" I called into the kitchen.

"We had a fight and I decided to come home." She reenters the room and
plops beside me on the couch eating a bowl of ice cream. "What's up
with you? You look flush." she says between licks.

I swallow and look away trying to get composed. I had to get those
tapes back upstairs into my room and not draw attention. "I'm glad
your home sweetheart." I say ignoring her question. I try to think of
a way to get her out of the house for a little while.  "How about you
drive up to Blockbuster and pick up a movie. We'll make some popcorn
and relax."

"Great!" she says while going immediately into the kitchen to retrieve
the keys. I knew that would work as she just got her drivers license
and never passes on an opportunity to use the car.

I hear the front door close and then the sound of my Mercedes pulling
out of the driveway. I exhale a sigh of relief and gather the videos
from beneath the couch. I can't help but think of the horror if
Kimberly happened to find these secrets. I will have to be more
careful in the future.

We were half way into some crappy action movie. I was smoking a
cigarette and drinking a scotch partially to relieve the boredom of
the movie, and partially to steady my nerves from the close call with
the tapes an hour ago.

"Can I have a drink mom?" she asks without taking her eyes off the
movie.

"You can have a glass of wine if you're not using the car to return
the video tonight." I take pride in teaching her responsibility.

Minutes go by. I watch her as she watches the movie. "Oh yhea!" she
says, as the muscled hero of the movie ready himself for the
obligatory love scene with his big haired female costar. Kimberly sips
her wine and smiles slightly. Her eyes riveted to the R-rated, mass
produced, homogenized, contrived, cliche, missionary style sex scene.

I shake my head slightly and smile to myself. This is all new ground
to Kimberly and I suspect it's titillating to her despite the
disneyfication of the scene.

"She's never going to come. That guy didn't even make an attempt at
foreplay." I say softly as my eyes drift back to the screen.

 From my peripheral vision I see my daughters head whip around to face
me. I keep the sheepish smile on my face and meet her astonished look.
"Well, it's true." I say raising an eyebrow. She giggles and redirects
her attention back to the TV.

"I would come just by french kissing that stud muffin."  she says's
softly, trying to one up me in shock factor game. Her eyes don't come
back to meet me though, but remain on the TV. I see she's blushing a
little. I wonder to myself about her future boyfriends, and the
passions she will experience. What great kinky adventures are in store
for her?

My eyes drift to her bare legs and I imagine them wrapped around the
back of some college stud, frantically fucking and moaning. The
beginning of her erotic adventures are only a few years away now, and
if she's anything like her mom and dad, she'll be fucking like a
bunny.

"Do you use protection?" I ask her nonchalantly.

"Yes mom. We've had this talk a million times, and I'm safe and
responsible. Just like I told you a million times before." she
dismisses me with an exasperated tilt of the head.

A minute goes by. "Did you make love with that boy you took to the
prom?", I ask. This time she loses interest in the movie and looks at
me with a curious expression. It seems she can't make up her mind on
the appropriate response. "I don't think that's any of your business
young lady" she finally responds, wagging a finger in playful mock
authority.

I giggle and take another sip of my scotch. "Seriously. Do you mind
sharing some girl talk with your mom? You don't have to, but I thought
it would be fun. Ya know, besides being your mom, I'm also a woman."

Kimberly contemplates this briefly and then smiles. "Yhea, I guess you
are. Well ok..." she launches into her description of prom night,
oblivious to the ending credits of the movie rolling on the
television. I sit listening to her for minutes, enjoying this bonding
moment of girl talk between us. We're pals!

"...and when we finally get to the hotel and we're like totally
buzzed, but it's ok 'cause no one is driving and we aren't going out
anywhere, and like Donna says she wants to really make this a night to
remember..." she sips her wine and launches back into her staccato
speech,"...and she asks if like the four of us should you know, all
have some fun, like, together..."

I put a finger to Kimberly's lips, hushing her. I contemplate the
words I'm going to use to phrase my next question.  I look deep into
my daughters smiling eyes and the playful expression on her face. It
seems as if she's barely holding back a wave of exuberant giggling. I
wink and smile at her as a fellow conspirator sharing a secret.

"Are you about to tell me..." I try to make my words slow and clear
"...you had an orgg ....umm group...experience?"

She shakes her head up and down in the affirmative and lets a small
giggle escape.

"O K that's a little tooo much girl talk. Now it's back to mommy mode
for me. I'm going to call it a night and go to bed. Good night
sweetheart." I kiss my daughters forehead and get up from the couch.

"I knew I'd shock ya!" she laughs. If she only knew.

I made my way upstairs and to my room, took a quick shower and dressed
in my favorite silk robe. I stood before the full length mirror and
examined myself in the dim lights. I looked pretty damn good for 39.
Firm stomach, perky breasts, smooth skin. Occasionally, men would
mistake Kimberly and I for sisters. I knew they were faking the
mistake for flattery sake, but it wasn't that far of a stretch.

I let my hand slide over my silk clad nipples and find it's way
between the folds of the smooth garment. The image of my daughter
getting fucked voraciously by the college stud flashes through my
mind.  I start to work my clit while staring at my reflection in the
mirror. Memories of my early sexual experiences meld with thoughts of
my daughter with her prom friends.

I hear Freddy bark outside. I forgot to let him inside for the night.
Damn. I cinch my robe and head down the stairs once again. I'm about
to yell to Kimberly to let him inside but check myself with the
thought that she may be dozing on the couch. I quietly round the
corner of the living room and I am frozen in my tracks with what I
see. Horror.

On the TV screen I have a man's cock in my mouth. I look over at
Kimberly on the couch. She's frozen too. She stares at me, open
mouthed, in shock. I hear my own voice coming from the television
telling the man to come on my face.

A wave of anger now forces me out of my paralysis, and I run to the
VCR and hit the stop button. Static roars through the speakers. I make
a quick beeline for Kimberly seated on the couch and slap her hard
across the face.  Her head is turned from the blow and is looking away
from me.

I hold my finger directly in front of her eyes and yell through
clenched teeth "It is private! PRIVATE! You had no right to watch it!
I see her shoulders start to heave with sobs, and new emotions mix
with my anger. Regret for slapping her. Compassion for the confusion
she must feel from what she has just watched. Shame of doing the acts
she witnessed. But mostly I feel angry.

Her shoulders heave more violently now and I hear her start a low
whining cry. Her head remains looking away in the same position it was
moved from the slap. I see the red marks of my fingers on her face. I
lower my hand and step back. More sobs.

I step forward again and gently cradle her head into my shoulder. Now
a crescendo of crying spews out of my daughter like a waterfall. I
rock her slowly, trying to calm. "sorry sorry I'm so sorry" she blurts
out between the sobs. "I just found it beside the couch..."

"I'm sorry too, sweetheart." I say while smoothing her hair. " I
didn't mean to slap you. I'm just embarrassed and upset."

After a minute her sobs have almost completely subsided. I continue to
hug her into me as she quiets. "When you get a little older you'll
understand better, sweety." I coo.

As I look down at my daughter in my arms, I realize that her shorts
are down by her ankles. Instantly, inexplicably, a new emotion now
adds to the mix. I realize that my daughter was masturbating while
watching the tape. As she watched her slutty mother take a stranger's
cock into her mouth, she was playing with herself.

"I hope I didn't look too fat on video." I say. A short laugh mixes
with her sob at the comic relief.

"I'm embarrassed too." she says muffled into my shoulder. Without
coming right out and saying it, I know she is referring to the awkward
fact that her pants are off.

I pull away from the couch and walk across the room to the bar. "Don't
be." I pour two large scotches while keeping my back to her. When I
turn around and return to the couch, her shorts are magically back up
where they belong. I offer her one of the glasses and gently sit
beside her on the couch.

"I thought I could only have one glass of wine tonight." she says. We
both laugh softly and the tension lessens.  I grab the remote and turn
off the static coming from the speakers and switch on the stereo. I
lower the volume to a soft background level. Sade plays softly "never
as good as the first time..." I light a cigarette and inhale deeply.

""Can I have one?" Kimberly asks.
"I didn't know you took up smoking." I look at her quizzically. 
"I guess there's a lot we're discovering about each other tonight."
she says.

I nod and take another sip from my glass.

We sat without speaking for several long minutes listening to the
music, smoking and drinking. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. I
could see Kimberly wince every time she took a sip from the strong
drink.  I was surprised to notice that she had nearly finished the
entire glass. The tension was stifling and I considered how I was
going to make a graceful exit back to my room.

"You looked great." she said, finally breaking the uncomfortable
silence. Her speech was every so slightly slurred from the alcohol. 
She still couldn't seem to muster the courage to make eye contact with
me despite the brave compliment.

"You think so?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. You looked sexy."

I took two unlady like swigs from my drink to catch up with Kimberly.
I felt the warmth of the liquor run through me. "Would you like
another drink?" I asked.

"Yes please" she smiled up at me and offered her empty glass. I kissed
her on top of her head.

I made two more large cocktails and returned to her on the couch. I
picked up the remote and was about to select another CD when, on an
impulse, I hit the VCR play button.  I hit the mute control. The
graphic scene picked up where it had left off, with me ravenously
sucking cock, though this time in silence. My image wordlessly mouthed
it's slut talk towards the camera.

I could feel an overwhelming uncomfortable tension descend on the
room. I watched the TV impassively. I saw Kimberly's glance alternate
between me seated next to her on the couch, and back to the video of
my cock sucking. It seemed as if she was watching a tennis match the
way her head was turning.

"You really don't think I look fat in that video?" I asked
nonchalantly.

"No" she said.  Now her eyes remained on the TV as if studying it.

"I really love to suck cock." I said in an even tone as if discussing
cock sucking with your daughter is the most natural thing in the
world. My heart beat started to ring in my ears.

"Me too." she said and took a long drink from her glass and winced.
Her stare returns to the action.

Now the scene in the video changed. I was laying on the floor as
another woman went down on me. The woman was a beautiful red head with
her hair piled high. She was naked except for a diamond necklace and
high heels. I silently mouth something to the camera. I pickup the
remote and flipped the audio to on so we can hear.

"oooh that's so good. Put your finger in my ass while you lick my
pussy." I tell the red head. The camera zooms in on my face as I moan.
My eyes are heavy with lust. The camera pans down to my bald pussy. My
pussy lips are pulled apart, wet and glistening. The woman's tongue is
darting on my clit like a hummingbird.

"Have you ever licked another woman's pussy?" I ask Kimberly. 
"No"
"Ever think about it?"
"Yes"
"Ever fantasize about it while you touch yourself?"
"Yes" she says while staring straight ahead at the television. I
become light headed with her answer echoing in my ears.

After another minute I slowly pull my legs up onto the couch and
separate them while continuing to watch the video. I hike up my silk
robe so I'm naked from the waist down. Slowly, and very deliberately,
I begin to rub my cunt. Kimberly sits motionless with her gaze on the
screen, not acknowledging my actions. I know she sees what I'm doing
as I'm right beside her, but she is frozen.

With my free hand I grab the remote and turn off the VCR. Now she
looks at me.

"You do it too." I tell her as I continue to masturbate. I see her
pull her shorts down. While she is attempting to postion her legs on
the couch, I move to the floor and quickly nestle my face into her
pussy. It's soaked.

She tightens her leg muscles and it seems like she's considering an
attempt to free herself from my grasp. I grab the sides of her butt
and attack her clit with my tongue. She gasps and her legs clamp
tightly on my ears.

For several minutes I mercilessly suck, lick, and jab at my daughters
cunt. All the time her legs are stiff and motionless against my head
as if she's trying to close them shut. The I feel her hands on the
back of my head. She arches her back and begins to rock her hips
slightly, fucking my face.

Now she's moaning and thrashing, and I can feel her cunt lips spasm as
she hurdles towards a climax. I stop. I kiss softly the inside of her
thighs and feel the heat coming from her pussy only inches from my
face.

"Oh God don't stop. I'm so close." she pleads. She looks down at me.
Her eyes are unfocused and glazed and with lust.

"Let's go up to my room and 69" I say with a smile.

"I've never been so turned on in my whole life."  she says as she
rises shakily to her feet. I follow her naked ass up the stairs.

My beautiful daughter lays in the center of my canopy bed. One hand
lays languidly across the pile of fluffy pillows behind her head. I
let my robe fall silently to the floor and climb  gently atop the
satin sheets, and make my way towards her. I tenderly embrace her,
entwining one of my legs between hers. Softly, lovingly, we kiss.

We work up to a deep, and increasingly passionate, french kiss. "I can
taste my pussy juice all over your face." she tells me in between
tongue fencing. I pull my head away, breaking the kiss and look into
her eyes. "Would you like it if daddy watched us?"

She catches her breath in her teeth, mouth open, and looks at me with
genuine shock. I repeat the question very slowly, "Would you like it
if daddy watched us?" My voice is husky and deep with lust. It sounds
to me almost as if another person is saying these words, but I know
they are coming from me. It sounds wicked and menacing. It turns me
on.

I feel my daughters embrace tighten as her mouth reforms into a smile.
 "Let daddy watch us?" she asks and tilts her head pondering. She
seems different now. It's as if a switch was thrown inside her and she
went beyond the mere physical feelings of our sexual act. It seems
that now she has not only overcome tabooed restrictions, but she's
actually savoring the luridness and indulging in the decadence. She
might be an artist like me.

"Yes. But only if he likes it." she says looking truly concerned.

"I have a feeling he will, sweety." I say as I climb back off the bed
and head for the closet where I keep my special toys. I toss her one
of my small pink vibrators. She catches it and laughs. "You want me to
put this in your ass while I lick your pussy?" she asks.

"You are a quick study." I wink and smile holding a vibrator in my
other hand. "I'll return the favor."

I adjust the video camera sitting atop the dresser and then return to
her. I look back to the blinking light of the camera in record mode.
Kimberly is staring at it too, dreamily smiling in her hazy sex high.

I cuddle in close to her warm naked body. The scent of shampoo mixes
with my perfume, and the musk of our sex. "Daddy's going to watch this
when he gets home." I whisper, just loud enough to for the benefit of
microphone.

"Is he going to fuck me after he watches this tape?" she says as her
eyes dart to the cameras and back to me.

"Only if you want him to sweety."

"I have a feeling I will" she says towards the camera, smiling.

It's more than I can take. I slide my body down the satin sheets. I
push my face firmly against my daughters cunt and suck her lips into
my mouth. Her back arches sharply and she moans...

Half an hour passes as I expertly keep her on the edge of a orgasm.
Once again, I withdraw my attentions from her pussy as she nears
climax.  The marathon has made my jaw and tongue stiff. Cramps begin
to plague my neck.  These effects are only minor annoyances and will
not stop me from my efforts in guiding her to the special place.

I study her closely, looking up at her face from between her shaking
thighs.  She looks and acts as if she's afflicted by a high fever. Her
body is glistening with sweat and her hair is wet and matted. Her eyes
closed, her chests heaves irregularly with jagged breath.  She's not
far now. She is close to that special place in her mind.

"Kimberly?" I call to her. Her eyes open and look down at me,
pleadingly. "Kimberly, honey, I want you to talk to me. I want you
tell me everything that you are thinking about." As I speak to her, I
move a hand gently up and down her sopping slit.

"Want to come..." she hisses. 
"What else, baby. How do you want to come?"
"Fucking" she says dreamily. 
"Good. Fucking who?"
"Daddy" she groans. Her eyes roll slowly.

I can feel the camera's eye behind me. A shudder of excitement hits me
as I realize the precious scene that's being captured. Kimberly's
going to a place in her mind that few have visited. It's a place
that's little scary, overwhelming, but beautiful in it's power.  I
have been there.

I administer a few more licks to bring her back up. "Tell me more
about Daddy fucking you. Tell  me every detail of how you imagine it.
Tell me about how it feels, looks, smells, tastes, to have your daddy
in there." I slide one finger into her hot furnace as I say this.
Careful not to bring satisfaction.

Her eyes are closed tightly, her brow furrowed as if under physical
effort. A tear runs down her cheek. She licks her lips and pants.
"He's fucking me doggy style. You are laying under us. Your face near
my cunt, licking my clit. Then daddy comes in my pussy. It's dripping
into your mouth."

Silence. She's completely still for a long moment then opens her eyes
wide. Then a torrent of obscenities and pleading pour from her mouth
"Please fuck me! I need it! Fuck me! I want hot come! PLEASE!"

She's almost at the place. I reach for the vibrator and ready it
before her opening. I curl three fingers with my free hand readying
them near her tight little asshole, poised to be plunged deep at just
the right moment. I'm about to lead her inside the place but I just
wish it was something more special than a plastic vibrator.  A noise
grabs my attention.

Freddy is barking. I forgot to let him inside some hours ago. I smile
wickedly.


-END PART ONE
author: markdouglas_33w@hotmail.com

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