Memories of the Woman that Was

His sleep was heavy, as if drugged. It came from depression though. A deep stupor

causing hime to sleep heavy and dreamless. But, he found himself rising from it.

Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to

itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering

this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a

seven-hour water tank.

It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the

empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago;

half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so that he can

be _free_ of her, somehow certain she simply ran off one afternoon, took the cat

and fled her dreary existence with him and his _job_ and his _mortgage_ and _car

payments_ and receding hairline and all the other trappings of adulthood, of

responsibility.

And he wanders over the memories of the body that had lain next to him all those

years, the smooth firm flesh that had been his privileged pleasure, the curve of

her slender soft ass, how well their two bodies fitted together after all the

years of adjustment, of fine tuning to each other's needs, recalling the soft

warm feel of her interior as he had nestled inside of her...

His cock hardens in memoriam, and it cannot help but remind him of the soft

younger version of _Her_ sleeping in the upstairs bedroom with the smaller one

that _She_ had always said looked a lot like him, if he'd been a girl of course.

He curses the day she left them and he curses her memory as his feet pad softly

up the carpeted stairs into the room where the two girl children lie sleeping in

their white painted beds, the room overflowing with ruffles and lace and... girl

things, _Her_ legacy.

His dancing penis draws him toward the long-haired one as it seems increasingly

wont to do as _Her_ memory fades in deference to the reality of the beautiful

young thing, here, in the present, with the soft pink lips and wide dark eyes and

long brown hair and slender, strong, firm legs, beautiful plump nipples swelling

with the first indications of childhood's end. As this creature's reality

becomes so very apparent to the pulsing flesh peering from his loosely wrapped

terry robe he sits down gently on the edge of her bed brushing the long soft

strands of hair from her face as she sleeps quietly on her stomach breathing

softly, her mouth a small delicate "oh" in the pre-dawn quiet.

Gently, very gently, he shifts so he is stroking her hair, running his hand down

the back of her oversized Garfield nightie, slowly drawing the sheets away from

her body, revealing strong tanned legs splayed casually in sleep one knee drawn

towards her chest so that when he draws her nightie up her beautiful plump pussy

is just barely exposed. Her round white buttocks, a perfect tan-line arcing high

across her hip bone, a perfect transition line of brown and white drawn across

her back at the very point where her buttocks begin to part, his dancing penis

wills his fore-finger to collect the dewy dribble of pre-cum oozing from its eye

and trace the border-line from the cleft of her plump young pussy across her hip.

She rouses, startled, when his moist, large rough finger pushes at the sensitive

flesh of her sex, tracing outward along the crease where buttock meets leg,

rolling onto her side, his finger jerked away from the sweet spot; the penis

driving these actions starts nervously, shrinks in fear to hide beneath the folds

of his opened robe.

She smiles sleepily, glancing over at the child sleeping soundly in the bed

barely an arm's length away.

"Daddy"

The penis, re-assured, convinces him to press his advantage and he leans over

her, pushing gently on her hip so that she is lying on her back, his hand moves

slowly, gently, pulling up the night-dress, exposing her plump smooth sex to the

cool morning air as his body leans over her, shifting, placing his scratchy lips

against her warm forehead, leaning over her, resting on his elbow brushing the

hair from her face, drawing his lips lovingly down the bridge of her nose, his

rough thumb reaching between the triangle of her sex easily finding the pleasure

button, pushing insistently at it with his thumb as the rest of his fingers push

between her legs now parting invitingly as the little kernel of pleasure at the

top of her young hairless gash hardens almost imperceptibly his mouth covers

hers, his tongue probes between her lips, gliding along the roof of her mouth the

soft pink sides of her cheeks so smooth and moist like the tender new skin

hidden, buried between her legs.

She moans appreciatively, humps back at the hand stroking her sex, thrusting her

tongue back into his mouth, neither are concerned with the child stirring in the

bed next to them, roused from a deep sleep by the un-mistakable sounds of lust.

They know only this pleasure, a special stolen pleasure that they have shared

more and more frequently in the time since _She_ left them, in the time since he

first began noticing the oldest girl's nipples swelling beneath her t-shirts, in

the time since the _penis_ began contemplating the possibilities of her maturing

body as his hands roamed over her in their playful tickling games, stiffening

with an adult-sized lust as her ripening body slithered across his in their

innocent wrestling, the penis rubbing itself stiffly, against his will, over her

smooth firm young body, yearning for the freedom to enjoy _adult_ games with the

beautiful creature _it_ had helped to create.

Moving slowly, slipping his robe off to let it slide to the ground in the narrow

space between his bed, one hand and then the other pleasuring the beautiful girl

writhing and moaning caught up in the novelty of a physical pleasure until

recently unknown, he has moved so he is kneeling between her limber young legs,

still rubbing at her pubis his tongue intertwined with hers she gasps as he

pushes her night-dress up under her armpits, lifts herself off the bed to hastily

pull it off over her head as he continues to work adeptly at her loins. She

gasps again as two rough fingers push into the moist dark hole between her legs,

humps appreciatively, pushing herself against the thumb working wetly against her

tiny button, her nightshirt landing discarded atop his robe she places her mouth

against the tight hard nipple protruding from his matte of greying chest-hair and

it is his turn to gasp, a low guttural moan of pure animal need.

His fingers press into her channel and the hard throbbing life-form between his

legs know that after months of longing and preparation, it is _finally_ time.

The fingers are withdrawn and she moans, disappointed, until the penis begins

rubbing, not gently, but lustfully, insistently, tapping urgently at the entrance

to her young delights she reaches up to stroke at his nipples as the penis glides

wetly along the pink split of her young cunny until it can stand it no more: it

leaps into the abyss, driving through the tight narrow opening, spreading the

delightful creature wide as it tears open this fresh package of pleasure for the

very first time; she shrieks at a sharp burning pain somewhere inside her,

between her legs, and a wetness between the cheeks of her buttocks. She feels

the penis driving into her opening her up more intimately than she had envisioned

it it feels as if he will split her in two and she clutches him to her chest,

rubbing her tender gum-drop nipples against his hairy chest concentrating on the

contrast of her smooth pink skin against his masculine roughness as he moves

urgently, leaning on his elbows, working rhythmicly he towers over her smelling

of sweat and sex she feels the thing begin moving deep inside her belly and the

pain of her abandoned virginity slowly, oh so slowly begins to resemble pleasure.

It fills her, stretches her, she feels his wiry bush tickle her own hairless

pleasure centers as he plunges into her, marvels at the feel of his hairy body

moving roughly against her nakedness, lurching violently, driving into her,

opening her up, stretching her young cunt to near splitting each time the penis

pushes up into her, _demanding_ she relinquish to him the pleasure her firm young

body encompasses. She rides the building wave of ecstasy, exulting in the way his

driving lust pushes her roughly about on the bed, marvelling at the rasping

sounds of cotton sheets twisting beneath their humping bodies, opening her legs

as wide as she can, inviting him to split her wider, penetrate deeper as an

urgent pressure seems to build in the pit of her groin, begging for a release she

has not yet imagined is possible.

He marvels at her passion, the penis swelling with pride as her pain gives way to

pleasure it senses that she is in the end enjoying the ride and it quickens the

pace; they are moaning and grunting, thrashing back and forth, the headboard

slamming rhythmicly against the wall, neither notices or cares that the young

child in the adjacent bed has been watching intently as the young beauty and her

father rut frantically only scant feet away, neither is aware of any existence

extending further than the pit of their groin or the pleasure center of their

brain as their grinding genitals are making sticky wet noisy frantic sex.

He feels a burst of intense pleasure at the back of his head, more intense than

any of the jolts he's ever gotten from a line of even the purest coke... his

testicles are snapped tight swollen to near exploding and semen spews the length

of his prick, splashing thick and hot into the entrance to her unripened womb,

leaking from her narrow channel, squeezed out by his frantic humping, his sperm

continues spewing into her interior until at last he pulls out, exhausted,

dribbling the last bit of ejaculate.

He leans over his fresh-fucked girl licking and sucking at her beautiful nipples,

rubbing at her moist pussy lips she humps wildly as one jolt of pleasure after

another courses through her limber young body, she cries out wildly, wailing,

almost tearful as successive jolts of unimagined ecstasy tear through her young

loins her hips thrust violently into the space between their bodies, as he

watches, awe-struck, her tight cunt spasming and twitching uncontrollably her

lust-driven cries finally weakening, pleasure subsiding, turning to sweet sweaty

exhaustion.

He rolls so they are lying, exhausted, side by side, squeezed into the narrow

space of a twin bed, stroking each other in the afterglow of their animal

passion. She leans up on an elbow to glance in the direction of the little

sister who is sleeping _intently_, rigidly, her small body turned away from the

two bodies sharing the bed next to her, illuminated by the grey light of

approaching dawn.

The newly created _woman_ giggles childishly at the thought of the little one

witnessing their violent _fucking_, and kisses her father wetly and loudly full

on the lips.

He smiles at her, so like the mother must have been at that age, still lusty up

until the moment she disappeared. He whispers that they will likely have to

discard the sheets, as there is much sperm, and blood, proof of her virtue.

Gathering his robe he pads softly from his girls' room; passing the boy's room on

his way back downstairs he believes he hears the unmistakable sounds of masculine

self-pleasuring, and he smiles again as he prepares to start the day.

The guilt will not happen till much later when the brain has forgotten the penis'

prerogative.