Jack Watson was a 29 year old civil engineer who worked for a large construction company, from which he received a good salary. He was then unmarried and was not seeing any woman in particular, although he enjoyed occasional sexual experiences, mostly with old girlfriends and a cousin. Jack was known to be good in bed. It was not the size of his penis that lent him this modest fame, for it was, in fact, slightly smaller than the average male appendage. Rather, he was caring and patient with his bed mates, and seemed to know what they wanted and when. He could be gentle or powerful, depending on the mood of his partner. And he could last a remarkable duration, if necessary, to assure that his lover was satisfied, before he spewed forth joyously. Jack was charming, witty and fun to be with. His blond body was that of a swimmer; sleek, smooth and virtually hairless. His face was that of a boy ten years younger, unlined and full of wonder. He was handsome in a young, pretty way. Annie Jones was a secretary at the construction company, whose wage was one third of Jack's. The thirty one year old unmarried mother eked out an existence for herself and her eleven year old daughter, Molly. They got by and were even able to save a little each month. Annie was Jack's height, 5'10", but at 130 lbs, she weighed thirty five pounds less than he. She too was blond, but of a darker hue. She was a good looking woman, although her calves and thighs were a bit heavy. Her face was almost pretty. Her breasts were modest, but not small. They sagged somewhat. Her skin was clear and very soft to the touch. Her frequent smiles revealed the soul of a warm, caring woman. Annie was very much interested in Jack. She wanted to know him more intimately, but she did not think of marriage. He seemed too young and, besides, she was comfortable living without a man always about. Molly, Annie's daughter, was highly intelligent. She did so well in school that she was advanced a grade, where, in the seventh grade, her school mates were a year older than she. Even there she was near the top of her class. Molly stood four feet, ten inches tall and weighed just over ninety pounds. Although puberty was almost a year away, she had tidy little breasts which clung to her chest. Only her mother and her pediatrician had ever seen her naked, and while they never really noticed, the large mirror on her closet door saw an exquisite body with a narrow waist and a flat tummy, also limbs that were shapely and slender, without being at all skinny. Everyone who beheld the blond child remarked on her extreme prettiness, the prettiness of an innocent child. Her face was animated by her eagerness for life and her intelligence. She had a secret: she had just recently discovered the pleasure of masturbation. Every day Jack and Annie saw each other at work. They frequently exchanged pleasantries, but they didn't really know one another. When Annie noticed that Jack was beginning to show signs of interest in her, she made herself more available and talked to him more often. Jack was impressed by her diligence, competence and serenity. He also thought that she was a good looking woman with whom he could feel comfortable. Over a period of two weeks they deliberately came closer to each other, and finally they dated. Annie had not been out with a man for months, and she had not had sex in almost two years; she was very picky. They dated three times before they kissed. They had been probing each other's personality and quirks, sensing that a relationship was possible that could endure for some time. Neither of them thought of marriage. The kiss led to fondling and more kissing. They wanted to have sex that Saturday night, but it was close to midnight and Annie had to go in to Molly. They agreed to meet the next afternoon, at Annie's house, when Molly would be visiting a friend until after five. ** At one o'clock Jack pulled his car into Annie's driveway, eager for the sexual pleasure that he would soon share with her. Annie, standing in the living room, saw his arrival through the front window. She was a bit flustered and excited. She was dressed casually in a skirt and blouse, but she was barefoot and wore neither bra nor panties. When Jack saw her, he was very pleased. Annie smiled warmly at him as he entered her house. After a moment of awkwardness, they embraced and kissed for a long time. They were patient; they had all afternoon. Hand in hand they went to Annie's bedroom where they stood three feet apart and casually undressed themselves. When they were naked, they surveyed each other, liking what they saw. Then Jack took charge and began a foreplay that, with his hands and his mouth, caused the eager woman to cry out in orgasm twice. Then he climbed atop her and they gloried in pleasure. They made love for over two hours, at the end of which Annie was almost feint and Jack was completely spent. It had been perfectly marvelous for the two of them. Annie clung to her lover and wanted to whisper love words into his ear, but she was fearful of scaring him away. Jack held her in his arms and indulged himself with her scent. They became regular lovers, to the exclusion of all other persons. In time they exchanged love words and promises. They were very happy. Jack soon met Molly and thought that she was a very pretty little girl indeed. Molly knew what Jack and her mother were doing, when she was not around. She knew about sex. Her class mates were abuzz with the talk of boys and sex. She actually heard one of them describe her first fuck, the night before. The small circle of girls were aghast and fascinated as Nelly Palmer told in detail how her older cousin had taken her for the first time. Nelly answered many questions of the girls, although Molly asked none. She just listened and learned. Molly wanted to do it, but she was afraid, and, besides, she didn't have a boy. Molly came to like Jack very much; he was so sweet and so good looking. He took her and her mother to ball games and the zoo, to movies and on picnics. She wondered if he would become her father, although he looked too young. She became infatuated with him and began to sit close to him. Jack did not really notice the girl's touching of him. He thought of her as just a pretty kid. Jack was not into kids and never had been. Molly was too shy to sit on Jack's lap, although she knew that being provocative in that way would get his attention. Over those initial several weeks of Jack's new presence in their house, Molly could only lean against him on the couch and sometimes take his hand in hers. Jack came to love the affectionate little girl, but, to him, she was still a little girl whom he could not imagine as a sexual person. Molly had a close friend who knew something about sex. Her friend said that guys were attracted to legs, bare legs. Molly began to wear shorts and go barefoot when Jack was in the house. Jack noticed, and he thought that she was a stunningly beautiful little girl with great legs. But, for him, she remained a little girl. Jack was turned on by Annie's more ample thighs, which he licked with abandon, when they were in bed together, behind Annie's locked bedroom door. ** That Summer, before Molly turned twelve, the three of them spent their vacation at Jack's cottage in northern Michigan. The cottage was set in a cedar grove, less than one hundred yards from the shore of Lake Michigan. It was a magic time for Molly, who awoke that first night in the darkness, smelled the cedar and listen to the lap of the waves. She felt so free. Molly went outside and wandered the beach in the middle of the night. She met Jack there, who also loved to roam the beach at night. Jack wore a windbreaker, but Molly was clad just in her swimming gear, in which she had decided to sleep. She shivered at the cool breeze. Jack put his arm around her small shoulders and tried to give her warmth. Molly was very conscious of his touch, wanting it. She cuddled to him and put her arm around his waist. They played in the sand dunes. Jack buried the girl in sand to keep her warm. When he was finished only her pretty, young face was in view. She was so beautiful, he thought. He kissed her lips on an impulse, was shocked by the feel of it, and he kissed her again, like an adult. Molly pulled her arms from the sand and clutched to him. They kissed for a long time, during which Molly learned to kiss like an adult, tongue and all. Jack was appalled by his behavior, yet he was drawn to the little girl whom he had buried in the sand. He stopped kissing her. He pulled her up and led her to the cottage, where she would snuggle in the warmth of her own bed. But he could not help but notice that she was a very beautiful little girl in her skimpy swim gear. Back in his bed he woke Annie and made love to her, and he felt abashed when he came, thinking of Molly's soft thighs. Throughout the next day Jack and Molly stole looks at each other and finally came to stare without embarrassment. Annie noticed their mutual infatuation and was pleased. She thought that Jack would be a splendid first lover for her daughter. Annie had not been much older than Molly, when she chose to have sex for the first time. She too had chosen an older man, a beloved cousin, to introduce her to that new world of pleasure. He had been so gentle and loving; it scarcely hurt. Annie left them alone. She went into town to make some necessary purchases. Jack could not take his eyes off the young girl; she was so lovely. He found her sexually attractive, yet her face was that of a young child. He had never actually thought things like this before, but it was the way the innocent looking child was acting around him. Her face was inconsistent with her small breasts, which thrust at the bra of her bikini, and with her alluring thighs, which he so wanted to kiss. Jack could not understand what had come over him. He went into the bathroom and masturbated, but that did not help; he still yearned for the girl. He could not focus on anything but Molly for the entire day. What made it worse was the obvious availability of her. She stared at him, would not leave him alone. She touched him and held his hand. He wanted her and was disgusted with himself for wanting her. He wanted her, but he was fearful of the consequences. Annie returned from town. She prepared a light supper and they ate in a strained silence as the evening grew dark. Jack was impatient to gain sexual relief with Annie. He resolved not to think of Molly at the moment of his orgasm. They went to bed early and Jack immediately fell upon the naked woman, fondling, licking and sucking her body. Annie whispered that she was having her period. She offered to give him a blowjob and did so. Jack lay back and felt Annie's mouth do wonderful things with his penis. As his pleasure grew he thought of Molly's smooth young limbs and her pubescent breasts. When he came he visualized her child's face, so beautiful and innocent. When Annie returned to the bed after rinsing her mouth and brushing her teeth, Jack was asleep. She snuggled to him. After a couple of hours, during which time Annie did not sleep, but relished the warmth of her lover and the exquisite beauty of the Summer night, Jack stirred and awoke. They kissed lovingly and Jack became hard again. He wanted her, regardless of the blood. Annie refused him, stroking his cheek lightly. She told him to seek out Molly, and to be gentle with her. She pressed a package of condoms into the hand of the stupefied man. She urged him to go. She pushed him out of the bed. Jack could scarcely believe it. Annie wanted him to do her own daughter. Molly wanted him to do her too. Was he going crazy, or was this really happening? He put on a pair of shorts and walked to the beach, where he found Molly. That evening was much warmer than the previous one, but Jack shivered as he saw the girl standing with her feet in the water, waiting for him. She was naked. The bright Moon illuminated her beauty. She appeared to be a young goddess. Small breasts with roseate nipples clung to her chest. She had no pubic hair. The lips of her child's face were slightly apart, expectant. They embraced and Molly buried her face in his chest. She mewled as she clutched the man. Jack led the girl back to the cottage, where he resolved to make love to her on her own bed. Jack did not close the bedroom door, because he knew that Annie would want to peek in on them as they made love. The room was bright with Moon light. Molly lay on her bed and watched as Jack slipped off his shorts. She stared in wonder at his cock, which jutted straight out. She thought that it was large. She knew that it would hurt the first time, but it had to be. Jack looked down on the beautiful girl. He had never loved a virgin before. His penis had never caused pain, but there was no avoiding it. He lay beside her, and they kissed gently with Jack's palm on her cheek. He ran his hand over her body; her slight shoulders, her slender arms. Her breast did not fill his cupped hand. They kissed more passionately and touched tongues. Jack's fingers played with the hairless lips of her vagina. He ran his mouth across her cheek and down her neck. He suckled her tits as she caressed his head. He kissed further down her body. He was amazed at her small waist, which he could almost encircle with his two hands. He sat up and brought one of her feet to his face. He sucked her toes as he fondled her shapely calf. He licked up her legs and nibbled at the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He smelled the odor of her very moist vagina, and he breathed in deeply, relishing her pungent scent. He parted her nether lips and licked on her, tasted her. Molly began to thrash about with her arms, rolled her head from side to side, arched her back and cried out without inhibition as the first orgasm struck her powerfully. Annie, standing naked in the doorway, masturbating, came with her daughter. Jack heard the ecstasy of the two of them and loved them both beyond measure. Molly's second orgasm left her limp, almost unconscious. Jack's face was smeared with her juices. He licked his lips as he raised his body between her slender thighs. He did it quickly, but not violently. His penis broke through into her warm tightness and the girl yelped in pain. But she clutched to him, pushed herself at him, and he penetrated her fully. He knew that she hurt, so he resolved to finish as soon as possible. He looked down at the child's face, which grimaced, and he spewed into her body with spasmodic shouts. In the doorway Annie fondled her breasts, which the girl on the bed had once suckled for nourishment. She returned to her bed, very excited, pleased and happy.