Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2018 20:53:54 +0200 From: Ares Jay Subject: The Prettiest Girl In The World, Chapter 2, (Transgender/Teen) This is a work of fiction that involves graphic sexual acts between underage characters as well as other sexual acts of an incestuous nature. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. For further information, please contact aresjay@protonmail.com. Copyright © 2019 Ares Jay Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories. Please consider a donation to Nifty.org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD By Ares Jay CHAPTER TWO - DADDY'S GIRL Emma paced the kitchen, wringing her hands, anxious to find out how Dennis' first day at his new school had gone. She had come home from work a half an hour earlier but she had been unable to sit down two seconds without feeling apprehensive. Her body was tense, first and foremost because of the situation with Dennis, but also because she felt sexually frustrated. Emma hadn't had an orgasm she hadn't achieved by herself in almost six months and it had begun to take its toll on her. She had thought about masturbating, had even tried to satisfy herself with one of her dildos but her vagina just hadn't taken to it like it would normally do. She had tried a smaller dildo in her anus but she just couldn't get into it. She needed a real cock. A big hard cock. She hated what Morgan had done to her during their short marriage but he had given her some amazing orgasms, even when he had forcefully sodomized her against her will, even when he had beaten her and had broken her nose and had raped her, even then had he made her orgasm. Sitting at the kitchen table wringing her hands, she was longing for a cigarette - a habit she gave up many years ago - or a big hard cock. Neither was available. Emma had been feeling tense and apprehensive ever sense she had sent Dennis off to school. It hadn't eased off when she had arrived at work, a private elementary school in down-town San Francisco where she was employed as a school nurse. It certainly hadn't helped when she had observed a snobby little 8-year-old fourth-grader named Kimberly teasing some of the younger children in the courtyard. She had almost laughed when one of the younger girls had kicked Kimberly's shin in frustration. Kimberly hadn't been so tough after all and had immediately started wailing. Emma knew that she had a job to do and had taken Kimberly to her office and had inspected her bruised shin. It had only been a superficial scratch but Emma, in her anxious state, had nevertheless felt a need to teach the little bullying girl a lesson. "While you are here," she had told the Kimberly, "I might as well give you your annual physical." There was no annual physical for children that age of course but the little girl hadn't known that. "Can you take your sandals off for me?" Emma had asked, trying to sound as disarming and friendly as possible. "Okay, Miss Anderson," Kimberly had said and had unbuckled the fastener and had taken off her sandals. "I need you to take off your panties as well, sweetheart." "My-my panties, Miss Anderson?" the little girl had asked, a flicker of trepidation in her eyes. "Oh, don't worry, sweetie," Emma had soothed her, "I just have to make sure everything has developed as it should. Every girl gets checked. I did when I was your age." Emma had felt a slight sting of shame from lying to the little girl but even though Kimberly had been absolutely cute as a button, she still had to be taught a lesson. Kimberly had reached up under her skirt and had pulled her panties down. She had handed them to Emma who had smiled at the cotton panties with the Minnie Mouse motif. "I had a pair just like these when I was a little girl," Emma had lied and had tapped the extermination table. Kimberly had climbed up on the table and had laid down on her back. Emma had adjusted the table's leg-rests to fit the child. "Can you put your legs in these, Kimberly?" Kimberly had placed her calves in the leg-rests and Emma had pulled up a chair between the child's legs. She had gently lifted Kimberly's skirt and had laid bare her little vagina. It had been very pretty, Emma had thought, with its puffy pubic mound and hairless labia. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Emma had asked. "Uh-huh," Kimberly had replied but she hadn't sounded okay. "It won't take long, honey," Emma had said and had caressed the girl's inner-thighs, "I'll talk you through each step, okay?" "Okay, Miss Anderson." "First, I need to take your temperature and I need to take it in your tushy, okay? Have you ever tried that, sweetheart?" "No, my mommy usually takes it in my ear, Miss Anderson." "Well, the ear is not as accurate, I'm afraid, as when you take the temperature in the tushy." "Okay, Miss Anderson." Emma had gotten out a rectal thermometer and had applied a bit of Vaseline to it. "It may feel a little uncomfortable at first but the discomfort will pass quickly." "Okay," Kimberly had replied with a timid voice. Emma had spread the girl's small buttocks and had exposed her tiny anal opening. Emma had been surprised at how pretty the child's little anus had been, very little color variation. She had gently pressed the thermometer against the opening and had felt how the child's sphincter had tried to resist at first. Emma had seen the girl's thighs stiffen as the thermometer had glided past her sphincter and into her narrow anal canal. "You' okay, sweetie?" Emma had asked while pressing the thermometer further into the little girl's anus, quite a bit further than had actually been needed. "Uh-huh," Kimberly had stuttered. "You're doing great, pumpkin," Emma had praised her, "It'll take a few seconds to register your temperature." With the thermometer firmly secured far inside the child's anus, Emma had turned her attention to the gorgeous little vagina. She had contemplated applying some Vaseline to her fingers but had at the last minute decided against it. "Have you had your vagina checked before, Kimberly?" Emma had asked, knowing full well that the girl of course hadn't. "No, Miss Anderson," Kimberly had replied. "Okay, honey, but it's important to have it checked regularly, especially at your age," Emma had said and had run her fingers along the child's labia major. Kimberly had sucked in a sharp breath at the touch but had trusted Emma's authority. "It's okay, sweetie," Emma had reassured her, "The first thing I need to check is how much your labia minor have developed, okay?" Emma had used the more technically-sounding terms on purpose, just to assure the little girl that this was a perfectly normal examination. "Okay, Miss Anderson." Emma had gently parted the child's labia major and had exposed Kimberly's tiny vaginal lips. Emma had leaned in close and had taken in the sweet aroma from the child's vagina. "Everything looks perfectly developed," Emma had smiled. She had reached up and had squeezed the girl's hand. She had felt the nervous tightness of Kimberly's grip and had caressed the child's hand with her thumb. "You're doing great, honey," Emma had told her and the girl had let go of her hand, "The next thing I have to check, sweetie, is the sensitivity and your moisture level, okay?" "Okay, Miss Anderson." Making sure Kimberly had not seen it, Emma had licked her index-finger and had gently run it against the child's tender vaginal lips. The touch had startled the little girl but Emma had kept circling her finger slowly against the labia until she had felt the child's vagina start to produce lubrication. Emma had dabbed her finger at the moisture that had formed on the child's vaginal lips and had covertly licked it off her finger. It had tasted nice and sweet. "Your moisture levels are right where they're supposed to be, honey," Emma had said and continued, "The next bit may tickle a little but that's perfectly normal, okay?" "Okay, Miss Anderson." Emma had again placed her finger against the little girl's vaginal lips. This time, however, Emma had slid her fingers upwards and had carefully peeled back the child's tiny clitoral hood, exposing Kimberly's petite clitoris. While holding the clitoris exposed with one hand, Emma had licked her index-finger on her other hand and had gently placed the tip of the finger against the little clitoris. Kimberly had let out a surprised little squeal at the touch and Emma had smiled to herself at the child's discomfort. "Does it tickle, sweetie?" "Uh-huh," Kimberly had uttered. Emma had circled the tiny clitoris with her finger and had seen the girl's legs shiver in the process. Emma had continued caressing Kimberly's little erogenous zone and had noticed how her vaginal lips had slowly swelled. "Do you ever touch yourself down here, honey?" Emma had asked while continuing to massage the child's little, hard clitoris. "No, Miss Anderson," Kimberly had stuttered. "Are you sure, Kimberly?" Emma had asked, this time adding a bit of sternness to her voice. She had applied a bit more pressure to the clitoris while she had waited for the answer. "It really...it really tickles, Miss Anderson," Kimberly had strained to utter. "Kimberly," Emma had demanded in a strict voice, "I asked you a question." She had immediately started moving her finger faster against Kimberly's little tender clitoris, feeling how the touch had made the child's body tremble and seeing how the child's anal muscles had tightened around the thermometer. "Yes," Kimberly finally exhaled, "Sometimes I do." Emma had eased off some of the pressure but had still kept massaging the clitoris gently. She had felt the child's body calm down and seen the sphincter relax around the thermometer. "Do you like touching your private part?" Kimberly had hesitated for moment but had eventually nodded. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, honey" Emma had told her reassuringly while gently circling the child's clitoris with her finger, "It's important to get to know your body and what makes it feel good, don't you think?" "Uh-huh." "Does your mother know you touch yourself?" "No, Miss Anderson," Kimberly had immediately replied. "And what about your daddy, does he know?" There had been a slight pause before the little girl had replied. "No, Miss Anderson." Emma had noticed the girl's hesitation and had looked up at the girl. "Kimberly, does your father ever touch you down there?" "No, Miss Anderson, never," Kimberly had blurted out. "Are you sure? You can tell me if he does, sweetheart." "He doesn't, Miss Anderson, I swear." "Okay, honey," Emma said, "I only have one more question - and I want you to tell me the truth now, Kimberly, understand? The girl had nodded. "Have you ever wanted your daddy to touch your private parts?" The ensuing silence from the girl had told Emma all that she had needed to know, and she had let her finger slowly circle down from the girl's swollen clitoris to her moist vaginal opening. "Do you fantasize about daddy putting his hand on your private parts, Kimberly?" Emma had whispered while she slowly pressed her finger into the little girl's vagina, "Do you think of daddy when you touch yourself down here?" Emma had heard the girl's breaths stutter in her throat as she had pressed her finger further into her narrow vagina. Kimberly had felt warm and moist, and her vaginal canal had been incredibly tight around Emma's finger. "Do you sometimes lie awake at night, Kimberly, touching yourself, hoping and praying that daddy will crawl into bed with you?" Emma had continued in a low, passionate voice, "Is that what you are hoping for, sweetheart, that daddy puts his warm, protective hand on your private parts?" Emma had slid the finger as far up inside Kimberly's vagina as it would go and had leaned in and had given the child's swollen clitoris a gently kiss. Kimberly had started to whimper and moan as Emma's soft lips again found her tiny clitoris. "Daddy's hands feel so wonderful, don't they?" Kimberly's chest had started trembling as her breathing had become erratic. "You love your daddy a lot, don't you, sweetie?" "Yes, very much," Kimberly had whimpered and Emma had seen how her tiny hands had clutched the side of the examination table so tight that her knuckles had turned white. "And you don't want him to get into trouble, do you?" "Never." "But sometimes, when you crawl into mommy and daddy's bed, when you lie there between them in your pajamas, hugging your little teddy bear, daddy puts his arm around you, doesn't he?" "Yes, Miss Anderson." "It feels so nice, doesn't it? So right?" "Yes." "And sometimes daddy's hand goes into your pajama bottoms, doesn't it, sweetheart?" Kimberly had been breathing heavy by now and her thighs her been trembling as Emma had massaged her little clitoris harder and faster. "Yes," the child had whimpered. "Sometimes, when the three of you lie there in bed, and mommy is asleep, daddy's hand slips into your panties, doesn't it, Kimberly?" Emma said and had kissed the girl's clitoris softly while slowly starting to move her finger in and out of the child's narrow vagina. "Yes." "Sometimes daddy's hand finds itself between your legs, doesn't it?" "Yes." "And you spread them because you love daddy so much." "Yes." "Because it feels so wonderful in your private parts when daddy shows you how much he loves you, doesn't it, honey?" Emma had held her breath and hadn't been surprised when the little girl had cried out: "Yes." Kimberly's body had convulsed on the table and Emma had felt the child's vaginal muscles tighten tremendously around her finger. The little girl had sent out a long whimper and Emma had been pretty sure that the child had just had an orgasm. After Kimberly had calmed down, Emma pulled her finger out of the girl's vagina and had gently removed the thermometer from her anus. Emma had grabbed a paper tissue and had wiped the girl's vagina dry. Kimberly hadn't said anything, she had just laid there trying to catch her breath. "Does your daddy use his mouth down here, sweetie?" "Yes, sometimes he does," Kimberly said. "Is he gentle with you?" Kimberly had nodded. "Do you sometimes touch his penis?" Kimberly had nodded again. "Does daddy like it when you touch him?" "Yes, Miss Anderson." Emma had noticed tears slowly run down the child's crimson cheeks. She had caressed Kimberly's thighs, trying to sooth her. "Does something come out of daddy's penis when you touch it?" Kimberly had nodded again. "Does it get on you sometimes?" "Sometimes it does." "Where, Kimberly?" The little girl had moved her right hand up to her tiny chest. "Mostly here. Sometimes on my tummy." "Not down here?" Emma had asked and had gently caressed the child's vagina. "No, Miss Anderson." "Does it happen often?" Kimberly had nodded. Emma had gently lifted the child's legs out of the leg-rests and had handed her her panties. She had watched as the 8-year-old girl had pulled her panties up and had started to put her sandals back on. "Do you want daddy to stop doing what he's doing, Kimberly?" The girl had looked down at her sandals and had eventually shaken her head. "I understand, pumpkin, having such a loving and protective daddy is the best thing that can happen to a little girl," Emma had told her. Kimberly had appreciated her words and had sent Emma a smile. "Was your daddy sweet to you as well?" the little girl had asked. Emma had taken the child's hands in hers. "My daddy is the most loving daddy you can imagine," she had told Kimberly, "He always made me feel so special when I was a little girl, just like a good father should. I will always love him for that." "I love my daddy so much," Kimberly had said and Emma had seen the genuine affection in the girl's moist eyes. "Be a good daughter and remember to tell him that whenever you can. Daddies need to hear that." "I will," Kimberly had promised. "Does your mommy know?" The child had swallowed. It had been clear that Kimberly had felt a bit of guilt. She might only have been 8 years old but she had obviously known that daddies were only supposed to do those things to mommies, not to little daughters. "You won't tell her, will you?" Kimberly had asked, "I don't want her to be mad at daddy." "Of course not, sweetheart," Emma had said and had run a hand through the girl's hair, "But if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm right here, okay?" "Okay, Miss Anderson," Kimberly had said. "Give me a hug, sweetie," Emma had said and had held out her arms. The girl had flung herself at Emma's bosom and had held on to her tightly. Now, sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Dennis to come home, she didn't know whether she should feel sorry for the little girl, or be happy for her. Either way, she had a lot more in common with Kimberly than she could have possibly thought. The anxiety returned and her body felt tense again. Emma thought about Maggie from the Pink Bunny store. It would be an awfully big risk to run but she really needed to find out somehow if she and Maggie shared similar life issues. It would be such a relief to have some to talk to about it, someone in the same boat as she, someone who could maybe offer advice or a shoulder to cry on when that was needed. Emma had almost gathered up the nerve to walk into the Pink Bunny on her way home today. She had pulled into the parking lot and had looked at the storefront. She had spotted Maggie, and she had spotted Emma. The clerk had waived and smiled at Emma and Emma had been about to head inside when another customer had entered. She had waited for a few minutes to see if the customer left but when she hadn't, Emma had pulled back on the road and had headed home. And here she was. Dying inside with concern for her child and feeling sexually deprived. Emma looked up sharply when she heard the front door open. She sprang to her feet and almost ran down the hallway. Dennis looked up as his mother rushed toward him, saw the anxious look on her face. "So? " his mother asked, impatient for an answer, "How did it go?" Dennis let his mouth droop but then sent her mother a big smile. "It was fantastic, mommy." Emma let out a huge sigh of relief and embraced Dennis and showered his face with kisses. "Are you sure, honey?" "Yes, it was totally great, mommy." Emma led Dennis by the hand into the kitchen and sat him down. "Tell me," his mother smiled, "Tell me everything." "Everyone was so nice to me, mommy. I met some really sweet girls and we talked about all sorts of things, I'm meeting Anna and Erica tomorrow after school, we're going shopping." "That's sounds great, sweetie," Emma said and patted Dennis' hand, "Any cute boys?" Dennis blushed and giggled. "Mo-om." "Come on, sweetie, spill the beans," Emma laughed. "Yeah, there was a couple. Zachary was really sweet, he sat next to me in Algebra. He has these cute dimples when he smiles. You can see that he takes care of his body, and he dresses really nice too." "He sounds like a lovely boy, sweetheart, but you be careful, okay?" "I will, mommy." "Promise me." "I promise." Emma gave Dennis a big kiss. "Go clean up a bit, grandpa will be here soon. I'll be up in a few minutes." "Okay, mommy," Dennis said, gave his mother a kiss and headed upstairs for his room. Emma got out a small pot and poured some distilled water into it. She put it on low heat on the stow and got out a chunk of ginger and some limes from the pantry. As the water slowly heated, she sprinkled a pinch of sea salt into the pot, giving it a good stir until it was dissolved. She ran the lime through her juicer and poured the liquid into the pot before finely grating some of the ginger into the mixture. As she stirred it, she kept checking the temperature with her finger. Satisfied with the temperature, she flicked off the heat and retrieved a rubber bulb syringe from a cupboard. She squeezed the rubber bulb, stuck the tip of the syringe into the liquid and sucked up as much as it would hold. When Emma got upstairs, Dennis was already waiting in the bathroom. He had taken off his thong and rolled up his skirt, exposing his buttocks to his mother. "Are you ready, sweetie?" "Duh, mommy," Dennis said with a smile. They had done this so many times that Emma knew it had been a rhetorical question. Dennis bent forward and spread his cheeks. Emma got hold of the base of the butt plug and gently wiggled it out of her son's anus. She replaced in the sink and got down on her knees behind her son. "Here it comes, honey." Dennis didn't make a sound or moved a muscle when Emma gently inserted the pointy tip of the syringe into his anus. His anal canal was still slippery from the lube they had used in the morning, and the syringe glided in easily. With the syringe fully inserted in her son's anus, Emma squeezed the rubber bulb and felt the liquid squirt up inside Dennis. The syringe empty, Emma pulled it out. "Let it work a few minutes, sweetie." Dennis straightened out as Emma turned to the sink and began cleaning the pink butt plug. "So, what are you gonna buy tomorrow," she asked her son, "when you're going shopping with your girlfriends, I mean." "Erica said that Pink Bunny has got nighties on sale. I saw this gorgeous white chemise on their website that I really want." "Oooh, sounds lovely. See through?" "Of course," Dennis snickered, "I also saw these really sexy open back tangas." "Open back? That does sound sexy. Maybe I should buy a pair," Emma chuckled. "They would look great on you, mommy," Dennis said. "Do you need any money?" "No, I still have enough left from my birthday." Emma finished cleaning the plug and dried it off. "You can sit down now, sweetie." Dennis opened the toilet lid and sat down. Emma waited patiently as her son squeezed the liquid out of his anus. Hearing the final drops land in the bowl, Emma handed her son a damp terry cloth for him to wipe himself with. "Okay, let mommy smell you," Emma said and got back on her knees. Dennis stood up and bent forward slightly so that his mother could smell his anus. Emma leaned in close and took in the wonderful citrus aroma coming from her son's anal opening. "God, you smell so beautiful, honey," she said and gave her son's anus a kiss. "Oooh, that tickles, mommy," Dennis giggled. "Oh, yeah?" Emma chuckled and kissed his anus again, "You used to love it when I did it back when you were just a little baby." "I did?" "Oh, yes," Emma smiled, "You were so colicky back then but kissing and massaging your little baby tushy would always calm you down." "It still does," Dennis said looking down over his shoulder at his mom. "Yeah?" Emma saw how Dennis spread his cheeks even further for her and she kissed his anus opening one more time. "You like it, sweetie?" Dennis didn't reply but his opening moved a bit closer to her mother's face. Emma felt her pulse quicken and swallowed. Dennis had loved what she was about to do as a baby as well but it somehow felt different now. The connotations were all wrong she felt but her heart was pounding in her chest and her blood felt hot in her veins. She placed her hands over her son's and leaned forward. Dennis exhaled deeply as his mother's warm and wet tongue met his anal opening. Emma felt her son's sphincter tighten as she slowly ran her tongue against it. She let her tongue glide down along his perineum then back up to his anus. She could hear Dennis taking in deep breaths, felt her son's legs tremble as her tongue made its way back down his smooth perineum, grazing his hairless sack. She caught a glimpse of his little penis. It wasn't hard, but a long silky strand of precum dangled from its meatus. Emma pulled back, suddenly realizing what she was doing. This was wrong. She had gone too far. A mother isn't supposed to do something like that, she thought as a knot of shame grew in her stomach. Helping him ejaculate was just a mother helping out a son, kissing his anus was merely a sign of her affection, but this - licking his anus - this hadn't been for his sake. It had been for hers. Emma pushed herself to her feet and backed away. Dennis turned around, confused by the remorseful look on his mother's face. "Mommy?" "I'm so sorry, sweetie, I don't know why I did that," Emma said and looked down at her shaking hands. "Are you okay, mommy?" "Can you forgive me?" "Forgive you?" "This was so inappropriate of me, honey, I should never have done that," Emma said and looked up at Dennis with tears in hers. "Oh, no, it's okay, mommy," Dennis said, "I really liked it. You didn't hurt me or anything." Emma managed a weak smile. "You're so sweet." She held out her arms and Dennis gave her a big lovely hug. Emma kissed him on the top of the head, reached out and picked up the plug. "Let's not forget this one." Dennis smiled and bent over for his mother. When her father rang the doorbell, Emma was busy chopping onions, preparing their dinner. She quickly rinsed her hands and ran to the door. Her heart melted at the sight of her father. Jack, 55, looked fantastic. He was tanned with greying hair and a salt and pepper beard. He was impeccably dressed as always, this time in a dark grey Armani suit. He sent his daughter a smile that almost made Emma's knees buckle. She rushed into his waiting arms. "I missed you, daddy." Jack gave her lips a kiss, then moved his lips down to Emma's neck and kissed her just below her ear which he knew she liked. His hands slid down her back and squeezed her firm buttocks in a way that made Emma moan. Jack spotted Dennis further down the hallway, peeping around a corner. "Where's my little girl?" Jack teased. "Grandpa!" Dennis ran down the hallway and threw himself into his grandfather's powerful arms. "There you are," Jack smiled, picked up his grandchild and showered his face with kisses. "Your beard tickles," Dennis giggled and hugged his grandfather tight. "Let me have a look at you," Jack said and he put down Dennis. The boy put his hands on his narrow waist and struck up a provocative pose that his mother had taught him, sending his grandfather a slow kiss with puffy lips. Jack let his hungry eyes glide up along Dennis' body, taking in the smooth thigh high stockings, the tight mini skirt and the cropped tank top that made his tender breasts stand out. Emma leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, feeling insanely proud of her beautiful child. "Wow, pumpkin," Jack said and licked his lower lip, "You look absolutely gorgeous." The words made Dennis blush. "Thanks, grandpa." "I have something for you," Jack reached into his blazer pocket, brought out a small rectangular box and tipped open its lid. Dennis face lit up at the sight of the stunningly beautiful gold necklace inside. "Dad, you shouldn't have," Emma said and smiled at Jack. "Sure I should," Jack said and looked deeply into Dennis' eyes, "Nothing's too good for my grandchild." Dennis picked up the necklace and studied it intensely. It was an elegant Y-shaped curbed chain ending in a heart shaped rhinestone from which an appendix hung with smaller rhinestones spaced evenly apart. "Here, let me help you," Jack said and took the necklace. Dennis removed his choker, pulled his hair to the side and exposed his slim neck. Jack gently placed the necklace around his grandchild's neck and locked it. He gently ran a finger along the side of Dennis' neck and gave the smooth skin a soft kiss. Dennis turned around and giggled. "It looks fantastic," Emma said and noticed how the small rhinestones on the appendix that hang down Dennis' chest and cleavage reminded her of shiny drops of semen. She couldn't help but smile at the sight. "It's so beautiful, grandpa, thank you," Dennis said and gave his grandfather a big hug. He pressed his pelvis against Jack's, just like his grandfather liked it. "You're welcome, pumpkin," Jack said and kissed Dennis on the lips, "Go wait for grandpa in the living room, Dennis, I have to talk to your mom." "Sure, grandpa," Dennis said a ran off to the living room. Jack turned to Emma. "What a great job you've done, you should be so proud yourself," he said and caressed his daughter's cheek. Emma held her father's hand against her cheek and gave it a kiss. "Thank you, daddy, and for that beautiful necklace too," she kissed his hand again. Jack smiled and reached into his other blazer pocket. "I have something for you as well," he said and pulled out another jewelry box, this one with a Cartier logo on it. "No, you didn't," Emma said and accepted the box. She flipped it open and gasped at the sight of the 18-carat white gold necklace with a 5-carat heart shaped diamond at the end of it. "Jesus Christ," Emma stuttered and felt her eyes fill with tears, "Dad, this is too much." "Nonsense, pumpkin, it's the least I could do for you." He gave her a warm embrace and caressed her hair. Emma loved to be held by her daddy, she felt so safe and secure in his strong arms. She sighed and rested her head against his chest. "I've missed you, daddy," she said. "I've missed you too, pumpkin," Jack said and kissed the top of his daughter's head, "How was his day?" "Good, it was really good," Emma smiled and went back to the chopping block. "That's great, I'm so happy to hear that," Jack said and looked over at the pots and pans on the stove, "When's dinner?" "In about forty-five minutes or so, why?" Jack looked over his shoulder toward the living room. "I just thought, um, maybe there was enough time to..." Emma noticed the protruding bulge in her father's pants. "There's time, dad, I just thought you'd wait until after dinner." "Yeah, it's just, I haven't seen him in a while," Jack searched for the right words, "He's really come into himself, hasn't he?" Emma smiled and kissed her father on the cheek. "Go make magic, daddy, you've earned it." "Thanks, pumpkin," Jack said and headed into the living room where he found Dennis sitting on the sofa, admiring his new necklace. Jack took off his blazer, loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He sat down next to Dennis and put a hand on his grandchild's thigh and gently caressed it. Dennis leaned into the crook of his grandfather's arm and rested against his chest. This reminded Dennis of the day after he had had his first nocturnal ejaculation. His grandfather had come over and given him a great big hug. "Happy graduation, sweetheart," Jack had said and handed him a wrapped present. "Graduation? What do you mean, grandpa?" Dennis had asked, staring confused at the present. "Your mom told me about what happened, you know, down here," Jack had said and patted Dennis' crotch, "That you've begun having cummies." The boy had blushed and giggled. "I'm so proud of you, Dennis, and I've bought you something that I think you'll like." Jack had helped Dennis unwrap the present. The boy had stared down at the alien object in the box. It had been the pink butt plug. "What is it, grandpa?" Dennis had asked and turned the smooth rubber instrument over in his hand. "It's something that I'll know you enjoy but it's not for now, pumpkin," Jack had said and put the plug on the coffee table, "Mommy'll show you how to use it later but first I would like to see your cummies." "You want to see my cummies, grandpa?" "Very much. Your mommy told me that she made the cummies come out of you last night." Dennis had nodded and blushed. "Did it feel good, pumpkin?" "Yes, grandpa." "Do you mind if grandpa makes the cummies come out of you?" Jack had asked, running a hand through his grandchild's hair. "No, grandpa, I don't mind," Dennis had replied. "Do you mind?" Jack had asked and had turned to Emma who had been sitting in the La-Z-Boy recliner next to them. Emma had just smiled. "Of course not, dad." Dennis had only been wearing a lovely red see-through Baby Doll nighty and matching hipster panties that day, and he had leaned back in the sofa as Jack had pulled down his panties and unfolded his little penis from its hiding place. Dennis had giggled as it had grown in his grandfather's hand. Jack's big paw had felt nice and warm and had completely covered Dennis' penis. "It's very pretty," Jack had said, nodding at the boy's penis, "Do your mommy shave you down there?" "Yes, grandpa," Dennis had replied. Emma had leaned forward in her chair to get a better look. "We usually do it every third day," Emma had told him. "That's good, pumpkin," Jack had said and had begun massaging his grandchild's now fully erect penis. His hand had moved slowly at first but then had picked up the pace. Dennis had felt his knees tremble as that lovely sensation had begun to flutter in his groin. His breathing had quickened and he looked over at Emma. "Mommy." "Is it about to happen, sweetie?" his mother had asked. "Uh-huh," Dennis had nodded and closed his eyes. "Let me see your cummies," Jack had whispered. A soft moan had escaped Dennis' lips as the semen erupted out of his penis. His grandfather had continued stroking him until there was no more semen left in him. "Wow," Jack had uttered, "That was really something, Dennis." "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Dennis had heard his mother say. Now, sitting in the sofa with his grandfather, feeling his lovely warm hand on his thigh, Dennis knew what was about to happen and was looking forward to it. He had also noticed the bulge in Jack's pants as he sat down, and he placed his small hand on his grandfather's crotch. Jack sighed as Dennis ran his hand across the fabric that incased his swollen manhood, and let his own hand slide down to his grandchild's perfectly rounded buttocks. He gave them a good squeeze, felt the tightness of the tender flesh. Jack got his hand down Dennis' thong and let it follow the curvature of the cheeks until his fingers felt the base of the butt plug, he had once given him. Jack smiled. "Like a good girl, pumpkin, getting your boy-vagina ready for grandpa." Dennis looked up and smiled at his grandfather as he felt Jack slowly pull the plug out of his tight anus. It had felt good having the plug inside him the entire day and he had really looked forward to this. Dennis unzipped his grandfather's pants and undid his belt. Jack kissed the top of Dennis' head, stood up and unbuttoned his pants. Dennis watched the pants glide down to his grandfather's ankles. As usual, Jack wasn't wearing any underwear and his large penis stood out hard and throbbing. While Dennis didn't really care too much for his own penis, he utterly loved his grandfather's. It was so big and warm, and he was mesmerized by how the thick veins stood out along his enormous shaft. Jack removed his tie and shirt and revealed the grey-haired chest and stomach that Dennis just loved to be cuddled up against. His grandfather had always kept in great shape, running and going to the gym a lot, and even at 55 years old, he still had a firm chest, muscular arms and a flat stomach. "Do you want me to use my mouth, grandpa?" "No, that's okay, pumpkin," Jack said and stroked his grandchild's hair, "I just wanna make love to you." Jack sat down and helped Dennis as he straddled his grandfather. Jack could hardly contain himself, running his hands over his grandchild's tender body. "It's been so long," Jack whispered and kissed Dennis' neck. Dennis leaned his head to the side and let Jack run his lips over his exposed neck, he just loved the feeling of his grandfather's lips on his body. He reached behind and felt Jack's big throbbing cock against his tiny hand. His grandfather huffed rapidly as Dennis' hand guided the cock toward his anus. Jack's hands pulled the thong to the side and spread his grandchild's cheeks. Dennis lowered himself slightly until he felt the warm tip of Jack's glans make contact with his sphincter. "Oh, yeah," Jack huffed and sucked greedily on Dennis' neck, "Put it in there, pumpkin." The boy leaned back further and felt his grandfather's throbbing cock press itself into his waiting anus. There was a little bit of discomfort at first but after a day of having the plug inserted, Dennis' anus quickly expanded and accepted Jack's large cock. Dennis felt how the cock slowly made its way deeper into him. His grandfather's hands went from his buttocks to his rubber breasts. Even though they weren't real, Dennis could easily picture how his grandfather's hands would feel had they been. Dennis' butt reached his grandfather's hairy thighs, meaning that Jack's cock was as far up inside him as it would go. He paused for a few seconds, letting his rectum expand to accommodate his grandfather's girth. Jack never rushed it; he was always very gentle with him. Dennis couldn't remember exactly how many times his grandfather had had his penis inside his anus but it was enough times that he knew how to move his body in order to please him. The first time had been a couple of weeks after he had given him the butt plug. Dennis had been scared of course but his mom had held his hand and soothed him with her soft voice as his grandfather had gently pressed himself inside him. That first time had hurt a lot but he had trusted both his mother and his grandfather that they would not make him hurt too much. Jack hadn't been completely right about it only hurting to begin with, it had more or less hurt the entire time, and it felt incredibly strange having his grandfather's large penis inside his anus. It had happened on a weekend. He had awoken around nine, his mom already having prepared his bath. When he had entered the bathroom, his mother had been waiting for him. She had held up that strange looking thing his grandfather had bought him. "Grandpa Jack is coming over tonight," his mother had told him. This had made Dennis very excited as usual. His mother had then told him that after his bath, he needed to put the strange thing into his butt and let it stay there the entire day, and that it would make grandpa very happy if he did. Although he thought it was a bit strange to have that thing in his butt, Dennis was eager to please his grandfather and had nodded to his mother. When Dennis had finished his bath, Emma had applied a slippery gel to the plug and had also rubbed a bit on his tushy. As he had leaned forward and spread his cheeks for his mom, Emma had told him it that it would be a little bit like when she took his temperature. That hadn't been the entire truth, Dennis felt. Okay, both of them went into his butt but this one was much bigger. It had hurt when the wide part of the plug had made its way into his anus but when it had locked in place, it hadn't hurt that much after that - it had actually tickled a little bit during the day. When Jack had come over later, his mother and him had explained what was going to happen. They had just finished dinner when his grandfather had looked over at him. "I would like to make love to you, pumpkin." Dennis had looked up, not quite understanding what his grandfather was saying. "When two people love each other deeply," his mother had said as she held his hand, "they often make love to each other." "That's true, Dennis," Jack had chimed in. "Grandpa loves you very much," his mother had continued, "and I know how much you love grandpa." "I do," Dennis had nodded. "So, now that you have reached a certain age, we feel it's only natural that grandpa gets a chance to show you how much he really loves you." "This is something that will bring a lot of enjoyment to both of us, pumpkin," Jack had added, "and I can't express how honored I'd be if you'd allow me to make love to you." Emma had nodded and smiled at Dennis. "How do you...make love to me, grandpa?" "You know how babies are made?" Jack had asked. "Sure, grandpa," Dennis had giggled and blushed, "We learned about it in school." "Then you know that a man puts his penis into the woman's vagina --" "I don't have a vagina, grandpa," Dennis had interrupted. "I know, pumpkin," Jack had smiled, "So instead, I will put my penis into your tushy." "My tushy?" "Yes, sweetie," his mother had answered and had caressed his cheek, "I know it may sound strange to you now, maybe even a little scary, but I promise you, you will learn to enjoy it, sweetheart." "I believe you, mommy," Dennis had said. He had absolutely no reason not to trust his mother but it had still sounded strange that grandpa would put his penis inside of his anus. "Will it hurt, mommy?" he had asked. "Oh, sweetie," his mother had said and had held him close, "It may hurt just a little at first but grandpa will be very gentle, and mommy's gonna be right next to you, holding your hand." Knowing that his mother would be there with him, had had a calming effect on Dennis and he had hugged his mother tight. "Are you ready, pumpkin?" his grandfather had asked and had held out his hand. Dennis had taken a deep reassuring breath and had taken his grandfather's hand. "Yes, grandpa." He had still felt a little apprehensive when all three of them had climbed into his mother's bed. They had all been naked and that had been the first time he had seen his grandfather's penis. His mother had told him to take it in his hand and slowly move his hand up and down, just like his mother had done to him. Grandpa Jack had moaned a lot when Dennis had done what his mother had suggested. It had felt strange when his grandfather's penis had grown large and hard in his tiny hand. It had looked so big and Dennis had felt anxious about having it inside his anus but he had really wanted his grandfather to love him. Grandpa Jack had told him to lie down on his back. When he did, Jack had lifted Dennis' legs and bent them toward the boy's chest. Jack now had a perfect view of his grandchild's butt, and as he had gently removed the plug from Dennis' anus, his mom had applied the slippery gel to her dad's hard penis. "I think we're ready," Jack had told Emma. Emma had taken Dennis' hand and had squeezed it tight. She had laid down next to him and held him in her arms. "Just breath normally," she had told him, "and completely relax." Dennis had smiled and nodded but when he had felt his grandfather's penis press itself into his little anus, he had held his breath and gritted his teeth. His mom had stroked his cheek, kissed his hand and told him to relax. "I promise I'll be gentle, pumpkin," Jack had told him. And he really had been. His grandfather had paused several times to let Dennis catch his breath and get used to the feeling of having a penis inside him. It had helped a bit and toward the end it hadn't hurt that bad. "How does it feel, daddy?" Dennis had heard his mother ask his grandfather. "He's so tight and lovely, pumpkin," Jack has moaned. Emma had offered Dennis her breast to calm him down and the boy had taken the nipple into his mouth while his grandfather slowly pushed himself in and out of him. Dennis had felt Jack's penis grow even larger inside him and he had heard Jack moan louder and louder. "God, I'm going to cum," Jack had panted. "Cum inside him, daddy," Emma had told her father, "He should learn how lovely it feels." Jack had suddenly groaned deeply and Dennis had felt a lovely warmness fill his anus. His grandfather had struggled to catch his breath as more warmness spread inside Dennis' tiny rectum. That had actually felt really nice and Dennis had smiled at his sweating grandfather as he had pulled himself out of him. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart," his mother had whispered into his ear, "You're a real girl now." That had made Dennis feel warm inside and he gave his mother a hug. Jack had kissed him and had told him that he had done really well and he should be proud of himself. He was. It had been a strange experience that had involved more pain than joy, but his grandfather had really liked it a lot and that had made Dennis extremely happy. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his grandfather so he had gladly let him do it again a few hours later. That time it hadn't hurt nearly as much as the first time, and when they had done it again the next morning and later in the afternoon, it had actually felt really good. Now, sitting on top of his grandfather with Jack's throbbing penis deep inside his anus, Dennis enjoyed it completely. Jack had a firm grip around his waist and he pressed his pelvis upwards as Dennis lowered his butt. They moved in perfect synchronicity, Dennis beginning to moan as his grandfather's swollen cock moved in and out of his anus. Emma observed them from the door, watched how her beautiful son rode her father's lovely cock. While she was genuinely happy that Dennis enjoyed having such passionate sex with his grandfather, and that her father took so much pleasure in it, she couldn't help but feel a slight sting of jealousy as she watched them having sex on the sofa. She had always been her daddy's little girl, even after she had married her husband. But since Dennis had started to produce cummies, her dad had spent most of his time with her son. It made her happy of course that they loved each other so much but Emma really missed her father. Emma's mom had died shortly after giving birth to Emma and Jack hadn't really known a whole lot about raising a child. He had only been 17 years old when she was born but he had done his best though and Emma would always be eternally grateful for that. She fondly remembered how they had spent those early summers on the beach, going to the Zoo as often as possible and trying out the different rides in the local amusement park. Her dad would always buy her cotton candy and do his best to win her one of the large teddy bears at the shooting gallery. Her dad had loved to bathe her and he had often gotten into the tub with her. She hadn't been very old at the time, only 5 or 6, but she could still remember the first time her daddy had washed her little hairless vagina. It had tickled so nicely as he ran the sponge against her and she had giggled. Sometimes he would play with his penis as he washed her vagina. Emma of course hadn't known at that time what he was doing, but she had always been mesmerized when he made this white substance gush out of his penis only for it to dissolve in the water. He had called it his magic trick and she would clap her tiny hands whenever he did it, spraying water all over the floor. One day when they had been sitting in the bathtub, Emma had pointed at his penis in the water. "Magic trick, daddy, magic trick," the 6-year-old Emma had demanded, smiling at her father. "Okay, okay, pumpkin," Jack had told her and had started to masturbate his hardening cock. Emma had found it incredibly funny that this strange limb that hung between her father's legs, could change size and go all hard when he touched it. It hadn't taken long for her father to perform his magic trick. His groan had echoed in the bathroom as his milky sperm shot out into the warm water. Emma had of course clapped her hands and had told him to do it again. "I can't, pumpkin," Jack had laughed, "Daddy needs to rest." It had become somewhat of a routine for him to perform his magic trick when they had bathed together and Emma had enjoyed it every time. Her father had told her that the magic trick had to be their little secret and that she couldn't tell anyone about it. Although she had kept it a secret, it had kind of disappointed her back then because she really wanted to let everyone know just how special her daddy was. Shortly after Emma's seventh birthday, she had accidentally caught her father masturbating on the couch in the living room. She hadn't been able to fall asleep that evening and had gone downstairs to get a glass of milk. She had seen that the lights had been on in the living room and she had heard a rhythmic sound coming from behind the door. When she had peeked inside, she had seen her father sitting on the couch with his pants down around his ankles while pulling on his hard penis. There had been a lot of magazines spread out on the coffee table and her father had been intensely leafing through them as he had masturbated. "Daddy?" Her father had jolted on the couch, surprised by the sound of his daughter's voice. "Emma? What are you doing up?" Emma had stepped inside and she had had a hard time taking her eyes off her father big, hard penis. It hadn't really surprised her that he hadn't tried to hide it or at least pull his pants up, she had, after all, seen his penis so many times already. "I couldn't sleep, Daddy," she had told him. "No?" Emma had shaken her head. Her eyes had shifted back and forth between his penis and the magazines on the coffee table, very curious about what he was reading. "What are you doing, daddy?" she had asked. Her father had patted the couch and had waved Emma over. She had climbed up on the couch and had sat down next to him. Her father had put an arm around her and she had leaned against his chest. Emma had always loved it when her father had his arm around her, it had always made her feel so protected and safe. She hadn't minded that he had been naked from the waist down and that his hard penis had been pointing straight up into the air. She had realized at a very early age that her father really enjoyed playing with his penis, and at 7 years old, she had been more than happy for him to enjoy himself. It had been so easy to forget that her father had only been 24 years old at that time and in the prime of his life, but looking back, Emma really appreciated the sacrifices her father must have made back then. "Are you going to make magic, daddy?" "Yes, I am, pumpkin," he had replied, "But I can stop if you want me to." "No, that's okay, daddy," Emma had replied and had turned her attention to the magazines on the table. There were a lot of pictures of naked women with large breasts and hairy vaginas but also nude men with large erections. It had fascinated little Emma that her daddy wasn't the only one who had that strange thing between his legs. Her father had picked up a magazine and had handed it to Emma. As she had leafed through the magazine, the pictures had become more and more pornographic in nature. Some would show a woman sitting on top of a man with his penis inside her vagina, some showed the penis in the woman's tushy. They all appeared to be enjoying themselves tremendously. "What are they doing, daddy?" "They are making love, pumpkin. When two people really love each other, that's how they show it." Emma had picked up what had looked like an old photo album or a scrapbook. When she had opened it, she had seen different black and white photographs that had been glued to the pages. The photographs had looked rather old but that had not been what had struck her the most. These photographs were snapshots of men making love to each other. Emma had thought it looked rather funny when a man would sit on top of another man with his penis buried deep inside of his anus. But she had also realized that the man sitting on top must have been enjoying himself immensely because his penis had looked just as big and hard as her daddy's. "Even them, daddy?" Emma had asked and had showed her father the picture. "Sure, pumpkin, love is love. It doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl, a man or a woman." Emma had noticed that her father's hand had begun stroking his penis again while his eyes had been focused on the photo album in her hands. "Can you flip the page for daddy, pumpkin?" Emma had turned the page and had been surprised to see a black and white photograph of a young smiling boy standing nude in what looked like a field of dandelions. The boy hadn't looked very old, Emma had thought, probably not even as old as herself. The smile on his freckled face had made him look kind of cute but she had had to suppress a giggle at the sight of his little flaccid penis. Her father had seemed to enjoy the picture and she had seen out of the corner of her eye that his hand had begun stroking his penis faster. When her father had tapped her thigh, Emma had instinctively known that it had been time to flip to the next page. There had been another photograph of the same young boy in the field of dandelions but in this one, to Emma's surprise, his penis hadn't been flaccid anymore, it had been rigid and had been pointing up at the sky. Sitting there with her head resting against her father's chest, Emma had felt how his heartbeat had accelerated at the sight of the young boy with his stiff penis. She had also heard how his breathing had become both faster and more pronounced. He had tapped her thigh again and on the next page, there had been another photograph of the young boy standing there with his erection pointing at the sky but there had also been an older man in the photograph with his arm around the boy's shoulder. The older man's penis had been just as stiff as the boy's but his had obviously been much bigger. Emma had guessed that the man had probably been the boy's father and she had felt happy for the boy that he had had such a protective father. She hadn't quite understood why the boy hadn't been smiling in this photograph or why he had had a timid look on his face but Emma had suspected that he had probably just been a little embarrassed by the whole situation. Another tap and Emma had flipped to the next page. In this photograph, the boy's father had had a big grin on his face. He had been holding the boy's stiff penis in his hand and the boy had been holding his father's erection in his. Emma had wondered who had taken the photographs and had suspected that it had probably been the boy's mother holding the camera. She had easily been able to imagine a sweet and smiling woman proudly taking pictures of her son and husband. How she must have loved being together with them, all natural and happy. She had felt a slight sting of sadness in her heart. She had never known her mother and while Emma deeply loved her father and appreciated everything that he had done for her, she hadn't been able to stop wondering how good a life the three of them could have had together - just like the sweet boy in the photograph. Her father hadn't needed to tap her thigh this time, Emma had an instinctive feeling that it had been time to flip to the next page. Her eyes had gone wide with amazement at the sight on what had been shown on the next page. This photograph had again shown the young boy and his father, but in this one, the father had been kneeling in front of the boy and he had had his son's stiff penis in his mouth. The boy had had a look of puzzlement on his face, as if he didn't understand what was going on. The boy's father had seemed very excited though, his hard penis had been sticking out proudly from his groin. Emma's father had let out a deep exhale and she had seen how the glans at the end of his penis had swelled up into a shiny purple mushroom. Emma thought it had looked pretty and she had felt happy that the photographs of the sweet young boy had excited her father. When Emma had flipped to the next page, she had been surprised to see that the father had been replaced by the young boy's mother. Emma had been right about her, she had looked so sweet as she had stood there naked next to her son. She had looked older than the father but not by much. Even though the photographs had been in black and white, Emma had still been able to recognize the grey streaks in the mother's long hair. She had had such a wonderful smile on her face as she had stood there naked, with an arm around her son, whose penis had still been stiff and pointy. Her breasts had been large and saggy and a lot of grey pubic hair had been hiding her vagina. Emma had easily made out the love the mother had for her son by the way her eyes had looked into his. This had made Emma smile, she had felt so happy for the little boy that he had had such a loving mother. She had felt her father's breathing quicken as he impatiently had tapped her thigh again. Emma had turned the page and her jaw had dropped in astonishment. The mother had been sitting on top of her young son, and the boy's stiff penis had been inside his mother's hairy vagina. The mother had had such a happy and proud smile on her face as she had sat atop her son's little penis. It had been one of the most beautiful pieces of evidence of a mother's love that Emma had ever seen. "She loves him so much," Emma had whispered in her soft voice. When her father had suddenly grunted, Emma's eyes had swung to his swollen penis. Enthralled, she had watched as a thick rope of her father's magic had spurted out of his penis. The milky-white semen had shut straight into the air before raining back down on his chest and groin. Emma had felt a few warm drops hit her hair and cheek before another rope squirted into the air. Her father had let go of his penis and Emma had gawked in complete amazement as his magic had slowly oozed out of the tiny slit in the tip of his penis and had run down the length of his engorged shaft. "Do you think it's pretty, pumpkin?" her father had asked her while still struggling to control his breathing. Emma had nodded, still overwhelmed by the fantastic beauty of her father's magic trick. She had looked intensely at that strange white liquid that had still oozed out of her daddy's penis and had realized that, this time, it hadn't dissolved. It had looked so much like the delicious frosting that would be on the doughnuts her father would sometimes bring home to her. Curious and before her father had had a chance to object, she had run a finger along his penis, run it through the still warm semen that had been pooling at the base of his shaft. "Pumpkin?" she had heard her father say. Her daddy's magic had felt really slippery to the touch and Emma had decided to taste it. "Pumpkin, wait!" her father had shouted and had reached out for Emma's hand. Before he could grab it, Emma had licked the stuff off her finger. It had tasted a little funny and somewhat gooey, but not in a bad way. It hadn't exactly tasted like frosting but it had been both salty and kind of sweet at the same time. Her father had grabbed her by the wrist and had pulled her finger out of her mouth. "What the hell are you doing, pumpkin?" Emma had been surprised by the sternness in his glare and she had felt acrid tears form in her eyes. "Sorry, daddy," she had sniffed as tears had begun to roll down her red cheeks. "Why would you do that?" "I'm sorry, daddy, I just wanted to taste your magic," Emma had cried, "I can't taste it in the bathtub, daddy, but it didn't go away this time." Her father had looked at her for a long time before pulling her up onto his lap. He had given her a kiss and wiped away her tears with his hand. "I didn't mean to yell at you, pumpkin, you just startled me is all," he had told her. Emma had thrown her small arms around her father's neck and had pressed herself tight against his chest. She had always hated when her father was upset with her - which he fortunately rarely was. He had kissed the top of her head and had caressed her back in a soothing manner. "So, pumpkin, did you like how it tasted." Emma had nodded. "Yeah?" Emma nodded again. Her father had continued caressing her back while she had just sat there on his lap. "Maybe..." he had started. Emma had felt his hand on her back stop moving and had looked up at her father. "Maybe you'd like to taste it again someday?" he had gently asked. "Yes, daddy, I would like that," Emma had nodded. The next afternoon, the two of them had taken a stroll in the local park. Emma had had fun chasing around pigeons in her favorite flowery summer dress, while her father had laughed at her predictable failure in catching her prey. They had spread a blanket out on the grass and had enjoyed a late lunch consisting of home-made sandwiches and bottles of Coca-Cola. When they had finished lunch, Emma had told her father that she needed to go pee. They had packed up their things and had walked hand in hand toward the public restroom facility. "Remember what we talked about yesterday evening, pumpkin, about daddy's magic?" "Uh-huh," Emma had nodded. "Well, if you promise never to tell anyone, I'll let you have some more of daddy's magic right now." Emma's face had lit up at the sound of those words. The had reached the public restroom and had found an empty stall. Emma had sat down on the toilet and had started peeing while her father had stood in front of her and had unzipped his pants. "Now, tilt your head back and open your mouth as wide as you can, pumpkin." As Emma did as her daddy had told her, Jack had brought out his already semi-erect cock. He had started rubbing it and it had barely gotten fully hard before he shot a thick rope of magic had squirted into his little daughter's mouth. Startled, Emma had jerked her head and instead took another three spurts of cum directly in the face. She had swallowed the massive load immediately, tasting its sweetness as it ran down her throat. Emma had blinked cum away from her eye lashes and had giggled as it had dripped from her chin to her dress. "It's so warm, daddy," she had laughed. Jack had stood over her, obviously loving how his young daughter's semen-covered face looked. He had picked her up, used her dress to clean the magic off her cheeks and had given her a big kiss. "I love you, pumpkin." "I love you too, daddy," Emma had said and hugged her father tight. Standing in the doorway, Emma couldn't help but smile as her mind had taken a stroll down memory lane. Her dad's throbbing cock looked fantastic gliding in and out of Dennis' tender anus. She loved watching her father have sex with his grandchild and she knew how much joy it brought to Dennis' life as well. Not wanting to disturb them, Emma quietly walked over and sat down in a chair next to them. Dennis looked over at her and smiled as he bounced up and down on his grandfather's lovely cock. Jack noticed her and reached out for his daughter's hand and gave it a loving squeeze. They locked eyes and Emma could see the love in her father's eyes. It was the same look he had given her every time he had filled her mouth with his delicious cum. Her father feeding Emma his magic had become an almost daily routine back then, sometimes they had even done it twice a day. They mostly did it at home but if the urges had been strong enough, they had always found a way to do it, no matter where they had been. Emma could remember a day at the movies where they had sneaked off to the restroom in the middle of the film so that her father could ejaculate into her mouth. Another time they had found a secluded spot on the beach. Emma had laid on her back in her flowery bathing suit with her daddy kneeling beside her, his swim trunks pulled down, jerking off. That had been an especially exciting day. As usual, her father had filled her little mouth with his thick magic and Emma had happily swallowed it but just then, an older man in his sixties, with a big hairy belly, had walked up behind them. Her daddy had stiffened, his cock still hanging close to her lips, and he had looked like he was prepared for trouble. But when he had seen the bulge in the older man's swim trunks, he had immediately relaxed. Without exchanging any words, the old man had knelt next to Emma, had pulled out his small cock and had masturbated until his warm cum had dripped onto her face. "She's very pretty," the old man had told her father while wiping perspiration from his forehead. "That she is," her father had replied. The old man had gotten up, handed her father a few dollars and had walked off again. They had been back at the same spot the following day and much to Emma's surprise, the old man had found them again. He hadn't been alone though; this time he had brought along a small skinny blonde boy who appeared to be around 9 years old or so, just few years older than Emma. "My grandchild, Liam," the old man had said and had told the young boy to lie down next to Emma. The timid Liam had done as ordered and Emma had sent him a smile which the boy hadn't returned. Her father had nodded and had patted the old man on his hairy back. Emma had noticed that a sizeable bulge had already formed in her father's swim trunks. "He's cute," her father had said noticing the Liam's tight blue speedos. The two men had checked the surroundings before getting down onto their knees next to the children, the old man next to Emma and her father next to the young boy. As the two men had pulled down their trunks, Emma had heard the Liam's breathing quicken and quickly turn into a low sob. "Quiet," the old man had commanded. The young boy had fallen silent and Emma's father had begun masturbating. Emma liked to watch her father massage his penis so she hadn't paid much attention to the old man as he had begun masturbating his own little penis next to her face. Her father's manhood had been very hard, Emma had observed, and she had felt glad that he was enjoying himself. She had seen the veins on his lower arms stand out as he had stroked his erection, had heard how he had panted heavily as his magic trick approached. When the magic had finally spurted from the tip of his penis, he had let out a deep trembling sigh. His sticky white semen had splashed into Liam's startled face and the boy had uttered a surprised groan and had spit several times. Liam had tried to cover his face with his hands but her father had pulled them down and had continued spraying his thick ropes of semen into the boy's shocked face. "That's beautiful," the old man had moaned. Emma had looked up at him and had immediately felt his warm magic drip onto her face. She had opened her mouth and had taken the drops on her tongue. His magic hadn't tasted as good as her daddy's but it wasn't that bad. When done, the two men had sagged back into the sand, heaving to catch their breath. Emma had licked her lips and had swallowed the last few drops of the old man's magic. She had turned to Liam who had just been lying there, stiff as a board, with a face covered in her father's magic. "It tastes good, doesn't it?" Emma had asked the boy but he hadn't replied. After a few moments her father and the old man had pulled their trunks on and had gotten back up. The old man had thrown a towel to the boy and had told him to clean his face. "Why can't you be more like her?" the old man had snapped, pointing at Emma. Liam hadn't replied, he had just cleaned his face and had looked off toward the horizon with moist eyes. "Sorry about that," the old man had told her father, "He's not as used to it as his older brother yet." "Don't worry about it," her father had replied, "He seems like a good kid." Her father had handed the old man a hand-scribbled note. "Tomorrow?" "Let's make it the day after," the old man had replied, "The wife and I got plans tomorrow." "Deal," her father had smiled, "Looking forward to see you." The old man had grabbed the young boy and had yanked him to his feet. The two of them had disappeared down the beach and Emma and her father had enjoyed a sandwich before going into the ocean. A few days later, there had been a knock on the door and Emma had been surprised to see the old man and his grandchild standing on the porch. Her father had welcomed them inside and had fixed them something to drink, beers for the old man and himself, lemonade for Liam and Emma. Her father had told Emma to show Liam her room while the two men had talked for a while. Emma had taken the boy to her room and had showed him her favorite Barbie Doll and she had proceeded to dress her up in in various outfits. Liam had brought along some toy cars that he had aimlessly rolled across the floor without saying many words. Emma had tried making conversation with Liam but the young boy had either nodded his head, shook it or had shrugged his shoulders. There had been a knock on the door and her father had asked Emma to go down the living room. As Emma had headed downstairs, she had seen her father take Liam's hand and lead him to his bedroom. The old man had been sitting on the couch when Emma had gotten downstairs, nursing his beer. He had smiled at Emma and had motioned for her to come sit next to him. "Emma, right?" "Uh-huh," Emma had nodded. "I'm William, pleased to meet you, Emma." Emma had giggled as they had shaken hands. William had seemed like a really nice man. Emma had never met her grandfather but she had half hoped, half imagined that he would have been somebody nice, like William. "Your daddy tells me you're a really special girl." Emma had blushed. She loved it when her father had complimented her but it had always felt so embarrassing when a stranger had done it. "He's kinda special himself, isn't he?" William had asked. "I guess so," Emma had smiled. "Very handsome as well," the old man had stated and had sipped his beer. Emma had heard some muffled whimpers from upstairs but William had caressed her thigh. "Don't worry about it, sweetie." "What are they doing?" Emma had asked, looking up at the ceiling as if able to see through the structure. "Oh, they're just getting to know each other. He's a good boy, Liam, he's just a little shy, you know." More muffled whimpers had seeped through the floorboards from above but Emma had also heard her father's excited groans. William had chuckled at the sound. "Yup, definitely getting to know each other." They had sat there in silent as the sounds from above had continued. Emma had felt really curious and had really wanted to run up to her father's bedroom to see what they had been doing. "Can I ask you something?" William had enquired, "Does your daddy have, what do you call it, a lady friend?" "No," Emma had replied. "What about a boyfriend? I mean, someone who comes and visits him now and then." Emma had shaken her head. Thinking about it, she had realized that she had never actually seen her father together with anyone, and she had started to doubt whether he even had any friends. "It was really nice of him to invite us over. He seems like a good man, your father." Emma had smiled. "And handsome," William had repeated. The muffled sounds of her father's groans had grown in intensity and Emma had abruptly heard him utter a final loud grunt before the bedroom above them had gone silent. Emma and William had waited in silence for a few minutes before her father and Liam had come down the stairs hand in hand. William had gotten up from the couch. "So?" he had asked with a big grin on his face. "Oh, you were right," her father had replied, "Thanks for bringing him over, he sure is a great kid." Emma had watched how her father had run a hand through the boy's hair and Emma had been surprised to see that Liam looked like he had been crying. "Tight?" "Very." William had pointed to the couch and Liam had sat down next to Emma. The young boy had hugged his knees against his chest and had just sat there. Emma had observed as her father had gotten out a handful of bills from his pocket. "Twenty, right?" he had asked William. "Yeah, about that..." William had hesitated. "What?" "Well, sure, you can give me the twenty of course, or you can put those bills back in your pocket and the two of us go upstairs," William had said, "I mean, when you're ready to go again, of course." Emma hadn't understood what William had meant but her father had studied his face for a long moment before putting the bills back into his pocket. "You' sure?" "I haven't thought about anything else all day," William had replied. Emma's father had chuckled. "Well, okay then." He had motioned at the stairs to William and the old man had smiled. "Wait here, pumpkin," her father had told her as he and William had headed upstairs. Emma had sat there obediently, occasionally looking at Liam. The boy still hadn't said a word, or moved a muscle for that matter. "What did you do?" Emma had finally whispered, "I mean, with my father." Liam hadn't replied and she hadn't really expected him to. Emma had quickly gotten bored and when she had again heard muffled groans coming from the bedroom upstairs, her curiosity had finally gotten the best of her. Liam had looked up when Emma had approached the stairs and had looked like he had been about to say something but had eventually changed his mind. Emma had carefully sneaked up the stairs, skillfully avoiding the steps she had known would squeak under her weight. As she had tiptoed down the hallway toward her father's bedroom, she had heard William groan deeply. "God, you're hard." Emma had snuck up to the closed door and had peeped through the keyhole. The sight she had seen there had deeply surprised her. Her father and William had both been naked on her father's bed. Her father had been on his knees with William lying on all fours in front of him. That sight of the nude men hadn't really been new to Emma, she had after all seen them naked on the beach, but the fact that the old man had had her father's stiff penis in his mouth, had been completely unexpected. When the old man had turned around so that his big, hairy bum had been pointed at her father's penis, Emma had held her breath. "Put your big cock inside me," William had huffed. Emma had gasped as her father had pushed his swollen penis into the old man's hairy anus. William had tossed his head back and groaned as her father's hips had slammed against the old man's large, round buttocks. Her daddy had not been gentle with the old man, Emma had seen how he had grabbed a firm hold of William's fleshy hips and how he had been slamming his pelvis hard against the old man's bum. It had all looked and sounded quite intense from Emma's position behind the door but William had just moaned louder with pleasure and had started stroking his own penis. "Yeah, harder," he had groaned and her daddy had happily complied. As Emma had observed them, it had amazed her that she hadn't felt the least disgusted by what she had been seeing. Although only 7 years old at the time, Emma had still had a feeling that daddies shouldn't be putting their penises into other daddies - or granddaddies for that matter - but this had somehow been beautiful, much more beautiful than the pictures her father had showed her that evening. She had thoroughly adored watching the pleasure on her daddy's face as his beautiful penis moved in and out of the old man's anus. Seeing the obvious enjoyment her father got from it had meant more to Emma than anything else and it had made her so delighted on her daddy's behalf. "Oh, yeah," William had moaned, "Oh, God, yeah." The old man had gritted his teeth and Emma had seen an intense rope of semen shoot out of his penis across her father's bed sheets. "Yeah!" the old man had squealed as more of his magic had shot across the linen. Emma had heard her daddy groan and had seen his grip tighten on the old man's hips. "Aaah, yeah," the old man had moaned, "Shoot your cum up inside me." Emma had seen her daddy's legs tremble as he had buried his penis in the old man's anus and held it there for what felt like minutes. She had almost been out of breath herself when she had seen her father pull his throbbing penis out of William's anus. It had only taken a few seconds before her daddy's magic had begun trickling out of the old man's bum and had dripped down on the bed. "Damn," the old man had chuckled, "I haven't cum that hard in years." "Yeah, I had a feeling you enjoyed yourself," Emma had heard her father reply before patting the old man on his back. The old man had turned around and had taken her father's penis in his hand. "You've got a great cock, my friend," he had said while licking his lips, "I sure would like to try that again." "Tomorrow?" her father had grinned. "Tomorrow." For the rest of the summer, William had visited them at least three days a week and sometimes they had gone to the beach together. Sometimes William had brought Liam along but that had been more the exception than the rule. Occasionally, her father and the old man had taken turns ejaculating on Emma's face but mostly it had just been her dad sticking his penis into the old man's anus until he had squirted his magic inside of him. At first, they had tried to shield Emma from what they had been doing in her father's bedroom but one day they had simply left the door open. Emma had gone from her bedroom down the hall and had watched as her father had made love to William. When her father had spotted her in the doorway, he hadn't shooed her away, he had simply winked and smiled at her. Emma had smiled back and had waved her little hand at him. She had quite liked watching her father make love to William. To see him express his passion so vividly like that, had given her a much greater understanding of what love meant to him and how beautiful it could be. William had also gotten more comfortable with having Emma around when they had been making love and by then, they had rarely even bothered with going up to the bedroom. Instead, they had begun making love on the couch in the living room, often while Emma had sat next to them, watching cartoons on the TV. They had usually gone to the beach during the weekends and Emma would just be playing in the sand next to them, building sand castles while the two of them had enjoyed themselves. It typically hadn't taken her dad more than a few minutes to spray his magic up inside the old man but on some days, he had taken his time. Her dad had sometimes spooned the old man and had gently moved his penis in and out of him from behind. On those days, Emma hadn't gotten her share of her daddy's magic but she could see that her daddy really enjoyed having his thick penis in the old man's hairy anus so she hadn't argued. She had wondered why that would make her dad feel so good and had finally asked him one day during the drive back from the beach. "It's just a different kind of feeling, pumpkin," her dad had told her, "It makes daddy feel good in his daddy-parts." One day, William had stopped showing up on their house. Her father had waited impatiently, constantly checking his wrist watch but the old man had never arrived. He hadn't shown up the following day either and when he had been a no-show three days in a row, her father had given up hope. Emma never saw William again and she had felt how it had affected her dad no longer getting that kind of relief. He hadn't been upset or anything but she could tell that he had missed that different kind of feeling that had made his daddy-parts feel so good. Right now, Dennis was making Emma's daddy feel good in his daddy-parts by skillfully moving his pelvis up and down, letting his firm anal-muscles massage the wonderful girth of his grandfather's magnificent cock. Emma enjoyed the husky smell of sex that the two lovers gave off, loved their sighs and moans, their subtle facial tics. She could see that Dennis was enjoying it just as much as his grandfather. His gorgeous clitoris was not limp as it usually was when he had sex with her grandfather, now it was slightly swollen - not fully erect but definitely in an excited state. Dennis' clitoris tap-tap-tapped against his grandfather's naked stomach as he sank his anus down over Jacks throbbing cock. Emma noticed that her son's breathing had quickened significantly and that he was moving faster and faster. Dennis didn't know what was happening in his groin but his grandfather's penis had never felt so good inside his anus. It felt so hard and perfect and he could feel it hitting a special place deep up inside him. Every time his grandpa's penis pressed against it; Dennis could feel his own penis growing a little bit each time. He pressed himself harder down on his grandfather's manhood, making sure it hit his sweet spot and when he looked down, he was surprised to see his penis had become extremely hard, almost painfully so. "Mommy," Dennis said and looked at Emma, almost frightened. "What is it, sweetie?" And then something wonderful exploded in his groin. Dennis yelped and froze on top of his grandfather. He felt his semen flow through his urethra and spill out of his penis. It didn't spurt out like it usually did, it just flowed out of him like a faucet that had not been properly closed. "Oh, yes," his grandfather hissed, "Let your cummies out, pumpkin." Emma saw how the semen ran down Dennis' hard shaft and dripped onto his grandfather's hairy stomach. The flow just continued and continued, running down the sides of her daddy's stomach, soaking into the sofa cushions. Emma had never seen anything so beautiful before and she was sure that her pride in her lovely son was fully visible on her excited face. She had read about male anal orgasms but had never seen one before and she felt so happy that Dennis had been able to achieve one. Emma could see the excited pleasure on her son's pretty face and she was sure that Dennis was feeling the same as Emma had when she had experienced her first orgasm. It had happened shortly after Emma had turned 9 years old. The two of them had been sleeping in her daddy's bed, with her dad spooning her the way he liked to do. He had been naked as usual and Emma had on her favorite Winnie the Pooh nighty. Emma had awoken when she felt her daddy's hand grope her body through her nighty. His hand had fondled her chest - she hadn't developed breasts at that point - but had then moved down to her private parts. She had laid absolutely still as she felt his fingers touch her naked and hairless vagina. It had reminded her of the times when he had cleaned her vagina in the bathtub, but this had felt much better. Her dad's fingers had fondled her smooth labia, which had tickled Emma so nicely. She had felt how her vagina had seemed to become wet inside. When her father's warm fingers had parted her tiny labia and slipped inside her vagina, Emma had felt the most wonderful sensation in her young body. As his fingers moved in and out of her, she had prayed that he wouldn't wake up and stop when realizing what he was doing. Emma had also felt his penis grow hard against her lower back and she had heard him faintly moan in his sleep as he had pressed his pelvis against her back in a rhythmic motion. When her dad's finger had brushed past that little tiny bud at the top of her vagina - a bud she would later learn was called a clitoris - she had felt an almost electric surges pulsate through her tender body. It had felt so incredibly good and powerful and as he had continued touching her bud, Emma had managed to stifle a squeal by biting into her pillow as the wonderful sensation had reached an almost unbearable crescendo. Something had exploded in her brain and she saw stars playfully dance in front of her eyes. In hindsight, Emma knew that this had been her first orgasm. Lying there next to her father, she had tried to catch her breath after the orgasm had rolled through her body. She had never felt anything so good before and she had felt her love for her dad grow enormously. She was so happy that he would give her so much pleasure. At the same time, she had felt incredibly sad that her dad was no longer able to enjoy himself with the old man because he really deserved to feel good. She could still feel him press his hard penis against her lower back and she had carefully reached around and taken her dad's throbbing erection in her little hand. It felt very warm, almost clammy, and extremely hard. Emma had gently lifted her leg and placed her dad's penis between her slender thighs. It had felt good as the shaft of her dad's erection rubbed against her vagina, and she had pressed her legs together. Her dad had started moaning louder in his sleep as he shoved his hard penis back and forth between her thighs. Emma had just laid there perfectly still, hoping that her daddy enjoyed himself, and it hadn't taken long before her daddy huffed and moaned deeply. Emma had smiled when she felt her daddy's warm magic spray against her labia and run down her thighs. She really hoped that her daddy had enjoyed himself and pressed her body against his. He had put his arm around her and she had gone back to sleep. When they awoke the next morning, her dad had been shocked to find his penis still lodged between his daughter's thighs and his crusted cum on her little innocent vagina. Emma had told him that he had made her see stars that night and how much she had enjoyed it. That had calmed down her father and he had given his daughter a big hug. They had taken a bath together and her dad had washed the crusted semen off her vagina. The sponge had felt great and she had told his father that he had touched her private parts last night and that that had made her see stars. "Do you want me to touch you down there again, pumpkin?" her father had asked. Emma had nodded immediately and Jack moved his hand down through the water to her vagina. He had been very gentle as his middle finger parted her labia and disappeared into her vagina. Emma had felt her legs tremble as her father's finger pushed its way deeper inside her. "Do you like it, sweetie?" Jack had asked. "Yes, daddy, a lot." He had begun moving his finger in and out of her tight vagina while simultaneously using his thumb to apply pressure to Emma's little clitoris bud. "Oooh, that tickles, daddy," Emma had giggled. "You' like it when I touch you here?" her daddy had asked and caressed her clitoris. Emma had squealed with excitement and her daddy had laughed. She had felt a little disappointed when her dad had removed his hand from her vagina. Instead he had asked her to stand up which she had. He had pulled her closer to him, carefully supporting her so she didn't slip in the tub. He had positioned her so that her little vagina was perfectly in front of his face. Emma's knees had almost buckled underneath her as her daddy without warning suddenly leaned forward and kissed her between the legs. He had done it again, and then again and had smiled at her. "You're so pretty down there, pumpkin," he had told her and kissed her hairless vagina again. The feeling of his lips against her labia had sent waves of pleasure through Emma's body. He had leaned forward again but this time it had been his coarse tongue that had touched her labia. A sudden moan had escaped Emma's lips as she felt her father's warm tongue lick her vagina. She had not thought anything could ever feel better than this but then her father reached up, parted her puffy labia and had starting licking her little bud, Emma felt like she had died and gone to heaven. She'd had to steady herself against her daddy's shoulders as her knees threatened to give away but she didn't want her daddy to stop licking her. As her father's tongue had played with her little bud, she had felt his right hand glide up between her trembling legs. His thumb had gently pressed itself against her puffy labia while his middle finger had squeezed itself between her buttocks, finding her clenched sphincter. Emma had felt an intense pleasure as her father's fingers penetrated both her vagina and anus. Her young tender body hadn't been able to cope with all that pleasure and a second later Emma had seen stars again. The orgasm had been so intense that it had short circuited her muscles for an instance, and she hadn't been able to stop the pee that gushed out of her vagina. She had collapsed in his lap, completely exhausted and out of breath. She had still been peeing, but there had simply been nothing she could have done about it. Emma had rested her weary body against her dad's hairy chest, almost passing out as her father stroked her wet hair. "Did daddy make you feel nice in your little-girl parts, pumpkin?" her father had asked. Emma had been exhausted and dazed but managed to nod. "I'm sorry that I peed on you, daddy." She had heard her father let out a hearty laughter. "Don't you worry about that, pumpkin, I'm just glad you enjoyed it." They had just sat there in the water for a while, Jack rocking her back and forth while caressing her back. Emma had noticed her father's hard penis against her buttocks and lower back. Emma had lifted her tired head and looked at her father. "Do you want to make magic, daddy?" Jack had locked eyes with his gentle daughter and had slowly nodded. Emma had felt her dad lift her tushy slightly and placed her vagina over his erect penis. Even submerged in the water, her daddy's glans had felt warm against her labia. Emma had put her head back against her father's chest as she felt the tip of his enormous girth pry its way into her tiny 9-year-old vagina. It had felt nice at first but as his girth continued to expand her labia, the pain had set in and Emma squirmed. "Does it hurt, pumpkin?" her daddy had asked. "A little, daddy." "Let me know if it hurts you too much." "Okay, daddy," Emma had nodded. Jack had gently pressed his erection further into his daughter's little vagina while holding on to her narrow waist. Emma squeezed her eyes shut as her daddy's erection carved its way further up inside her. When her young hymen broke, a sudden sting of immense pain had rattled Emma's little body but she bit her lower lip to give her another pain to focus on. Every fiber in her body had been screaming at her to make her daddy stop, except for the most important part: her heart. The enormous love she felt for her father had given her all the determination her young body needed not to move or say anything. She had instead focused on her daddy's penis, how she felt it almost pulsating inside her. Jack had paused, given her daughter's narrow vagina time to expand. As it did, he ran his fingers across his daughter's naked back in a soothing manner. "Does it feel good, daddy?" Emma had asked faintly. "It feels fantastic, pumpkin." Emma had felt his father press his penis a bit further up inside her when he had suddenly groaned loudly. "Oh God, pumpkin, daddy's gonna make magic," he had puffed. Emma had felt her daddy's penis pulse violently and grow even harder. Then something warm had generously filled the insides of her vagina. This had felt wonderful and Emma completely forgot about the pain. The warmness of her daddy's magic made every muscle in her vagina relax and for the first time, she had experienced how nice a hard penis felt inside her. Emma blinked back to present day as she heard her father grunt. His excited face was red and sweat had formed on his forehead. He was pounding his hard cock up into Dennis' willing ass, going faster and faster. Dennis' clitoris has gone limp again and now flopped around in a pool of his own semen on his grandfather's hairy stomach. Dennis could feel that Jack was getting close to climax, and he had always loved this part. The way his grandfather's cock would swell up and throb inside him. "Oh, yeah," Jack wheezed, "I'm gonna fill your little boy-vagina with magic." "Give it to me, grandpa." Jack nearly howled as the orgasm exploded in his groin. Dennis felt the powerful and thick ropes of creamy semen shoot out of his grandfather's cock and fill his entire anal-canal. He tossed his head back a grabbed his firm rubber breasts while his grandpa continued to shoot his semen up inside him. Dennis collapsed onto Jack's sweaty chest and exhaled deeply. Jack threw his arms around his grandchild and hugged him tight. "That was fantastic, pumpkin," he said and clasped Dennis' face between his large hands and pressed his grandchild's lips against his. Their tongues met in a wet passionate kiss. "I love you, grandpa," Dennis said and put his head back down on his grandfather's chest, felt how he sucked in deep breaths. His grandfather's penis still throbbed in his anus but some of its hardness had gone. Dennis loved sitting like this, completely relaxed and with his grandpa's cock inside of him, slowly gliding out. Emma fetched some paper napkins and just waited until the inevitable happened. With a slight pop, her father's cock slipped out of her son's ass. Dennis felt his mother press the tissues against his gaping anus opening, catching the semen oozing out of it. Dennis waited until his mother had wiped him, then climbed off his grandfather and slipped his thong and mini skirt in place. He felt absolutely great, sexually satisfied and happy he had been able to give so much pleasure to his grandfather. Emma knelt between her father's legs and used some fresh napkins to clean her father's cock. Jack smiled at his daughter and mouthed the words `Thank you' to her. Emma smiled back and bent down and gave his father's cock a kiss. "It's time for dinner, daddy."