Chuck Nelson hummed to himself as he approached the news stand. The new issue of Playpen was out and he always looked forward to that. It was a hard core porn mag that had the best models in it, both male and female, and he never failed to have ample jerk off fantasies as he examined the mag during the month. In fact, he liked them so much he hadn't thrown a single one away in the two years he'd been buying them.

Ever since his wife had died, he hadn't had the stomach for re-entering the dating game. He thought back to the way things had been. He and Valerie had been quite happy with their two teenaged children. They hadn't planned on another pregnancy, but when it had happened they adjusted and began to look forward to having another baby around the house. He'd walked a little taller, knowing that, despite having teenaged children, he had knocked up his best girl with another baby. And she'd kidded him mercilessly, calling him 'Stud' and 'Bull Boy'.

And they'd planned a nursery, and thought of names and all the things that went with his wife's swelling belly.

But now, because of a drunk driver, she and the baby were gone. It had hit him hard.

He couldn't imagine taking some woman into their bed. But he did have needs. Mother hand and her five daughters worked just fine for him as far as he was concerned.

Speaking of daughters, it had been a challenge to keep his various porn hidden from Melody. Her twin brother too, for that matter. They were a loose family, all in all, with little formality, and he had to choose his jerk off times carefully or risk being caught taking matters in hand, so to speak. Melody and Mark both walked into his room without knocking whenever they had something to discuss. Sometimes he jacked off in the shower, but he couldn't use Playpen in there.

But tonight was clear sailing. Both Melody and Mark were gone, decorating for the Prom, their last Prom before they graduated and went off to do whatever they were going to end up doing. Neither of them had stated what plans they had. Both were good students, which was good, because he spent so much time managing his business that he had very little to spend with them. He was making good money, enough to send both of them to whatever college they wanted to go to. But they hadn't said anything yet. He made a mental note to confront them soon. It was way past time to be investigating schools and making applications.

Anyway, tonight he had time to tease himself to a nice hard orgasm with his new Playpen before either of the kids got home. First a shower, and something to eat. Then... pumping iron.

He cleaned up, fixed a sandwich, watched the news and then retired to his room. There was plenty of room on the king size bed to spread himself and his magazine out. He'd installed a special light that didn't glare off the pages. Sometimes he felt foolish for the lengths to which he went to have a good jerk off session. He had felt like a loser at first, but as time went on, he began to appreciate how fulfilling fantasy could be for a single man. Besides, he had his orgasms where he wanted them, when he wanted them, and concerning whatever fantasy he wanted to orgasm to. Nothing wrong with that.

Well... except for the ones he sometimes had about Melody. He felt bad about those. She was so sweet and innocent. She hardly ever went out on dates, and almost never stayed out late unless she was double dating with Mark. At home she wore the most scandalous things, flimsy, see through, with no bra and sometimes no panties, but when she went out she was always conservatively dressed.

But he still thought about her as a lover sometimes. She looked so much like her mother had at that age, and it always made his loins ache when she laughed like Valerie had, or tilted her head the way Valerie had. She liked the same perfumes and soaps her mother had too, and sometimes her smell took him back to the good days.

Before the accident.

When he still had a beautiful wife, and lover. Just thinking about it he'd have sworn he could smell the Jasmine body splash Valerie had worn.

That's why he'd started buying Playpen. He'd stopped at the news stand one night to get a Wall Street Journal and had glanced at the one on display. He picked it up idly and opened it to see a young looking girl with a monster prick in her pussy. That prick had a white ring of cum around it - the male had obviously cum in this girl and had then fucked her some more. He'd never seen anything that hard core or hot. He bought that magazine and since then he'd had much better luck dreaming about the girls who made themselves available to him in the magazine, instead of his sweet innocent daughter.

Of course he couldn't leave the mags laying around where Mark or Melody could find them. They'd never understand why he bought them, and he cringed at the thought they'd ever find out what he did with them. So he hid them in his shoe shine box in the closet. Well, until it was full. Then he'd had to hide some under the winter clothes in the cedar chest.

Now he had the latest issue on the bed in front of him. He had stripped off his robe and was already lazily playing with his cock. Just the anticipation of getting a new fantasy was making him hard. He opened the mag at random, near the center, where the hottest girls and action usually were. He happened to open it right to the centerfold.

Playpen had done it again. There were two girls, and both were hot as could be.

The trouble was, one was Melody, and the other was her best friend Cindy Thompson.

Oh, both of them were made up to look like women who were twenty five instead of eighteen, and their hair had been done in a way that was completely different than usual. If you didn't see them almost every day you might not recognize them, but Chuck recognized them instantly. Melody had a funny shaped mole on her left shoulder. It was right there in the picture. Cindy was actually wearing her Freeburg High class ring!

He couldn't breathe. His eyes goggled. In one photograph Melody was standing, her legs spread, with Cindy between them. Cindy's mouth was wide open, to catch the long string of silvery cum that was draining out of Melody's pussy. Somebody had pumped a cupful in her, based on the thick viscous rope that connected Melody's pussy to Cindy's tongue. In a daze Chuck turned a page. There was Melody, laid back on a lounger, with Cindy sucking on one of her distended nipples, while some guy, probably the guy who was responsible for flushing her pussy with his cum, fucked her brains out. He had a BIG dick too... almost as big as Chuck's own. Another picture had Melody facing the camera, a come hither look on her face, as her spread legs beckoned the reader to wade between them and plug his rampant prick into her tunnel of love. In another Melody was licking a bald pussy - probably Cindy's. He turned back to the original picture. Sure enough Cindy's pussy was bare as a baby's butt. His eyes flicked up to Melody's again, leaking all that jizz. Hers was shaved too! Frantically he looked at the other pages of the layout. There were multiple shots of Melody and Cindy getting royally fucked by the guy with the big dick, of them riding on that dick, of the girls kissing and caressing each other. But the one that hit him most, well, not counting the centerfold, was the one with Melody and Cindy leaning back on the lounge, side by side, holding hands. One of Melody's legs was over Cindy's, so that both girls could spread their legs. Both pink plump naked pussies had pools of white cum dripping out of them.

Chuck suddenly was aware of his cock. He hadn't touched it since the mag had fallen open. But it was achingly hard, harder than it had gotten when he was twenty two and could fuck Valerie for hours. It was weeping precum too, enough that the soothing feeling of that cum was almost like the after effects of a real ejaculation! He reached for it and wrapped his hand around it, in a familiar grip. Then he looked back at the one where some guy's sperm was dripping out of his daughter and her best friend.

He gave his cock one jerk, and he blew his nut.

It went everywhere. It went on the bed, on the magazine, some even making it to the floor. He rolled onto his back as he realized he was hitting the magazine, and another shot arced up and landed on his chest. He covered the tip with his hand, and hot cum oozed out between his fingers as his cock fired again before it began to taper off. He was gasping and felt dizzy.

He lay there for a good fifteen minutes, just thinking. Cindy was over at the house a lot. Sometimes she stayed overnight on a Friday night, if she didn't have a date. He remembered that once she and Mark double dated with Melody and... whoever she went out with. He'd never actually met the guy. Other times Mark double dated with others of Melody's friends. But who did Melody go out with? Mark and Melody were always home by ten and usually went right to bed, or watched a movie or something.

He rolled back over and began to examine the photo spread, now looking intently at the male in the shots. None of them showed his face. He was muscular and fairly young. No tattoos or scars or anything. His chest hair and pubic hair were both brown, but that wasn't odd.

Whoever this guy was, he had to die. He had put his big fat cock in Chuck's sweet innocent daughter and had shot his sperm in her. Yes... he had to die. Somehow Chuck just knew that it was this guy who was responsible for the whole sordid thing, pictures and all.

But how to find out who it was. Obviously, Melody - Cindy too, for that matter - wasn't nearly as innocent as he had thought. He thought some more. When could they have taken these shots? Stuff like that couldn't be done in ten minutes. They had to have had hours to do makeup and pose and all that kind of stuff. And even if he confronted them with the pictures, would they admit to this guy's identity? Melody knew him well enough to know how he'd react. No way she'd tell, because she knew he'd kill the guy and end up in prison.

Chuck looked at the pictures again. He couldn't help it. They were so HOT! His baby girl was a stone fox and Cindy too. No doubt about it, they were Playpen quality. He gazed at the sperm running from his daughter's pussy.

Suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Melody was only 17. While she wasn't technically a minor, surely she couldn't get birth control pills without parental approval, or at least knowledge. And HE certainly hadn't approved. If someone had asked him what kind of birth control his daughter used he'd have laughed in their face.

Until today, anyway.

But she HAD to be on birth control. Maybe she got them through the school. Yeah, that was probably it. These days the school handed out condoms right and left. They probably arranged for girls to get on the pill too.

Chuck got up, wadded up the bed linen and threw it in the washer. He got a sponge and cleaned up the floor. Then he took another shower. When he came out he saw the magazine on his night stand. He couldn't believe he'd left it there. It had shaken him that much. He stashed it with the others in the cedar chest.

Then he went downstairs to watch some TV and wait up for the kids.

Especially Melody.

He awoke with a jerk when the front door closed. He'd left the lights on, but had fallen asleep. He peered at his watch. It was almost midnight.

"Daddy?" came his daughter's voice from the hall. "Are you still up?"

He heard his son's deep bass voice "No way. He never stays up this late."

He turned his head as Melody stuck hers in the doorway to the living room.

"Daddy! You ARE up!" she squealed. Then she frowned. "Is anything wrong? Why are you still up?" She came into the room.

Chuck didn't answer. He couldn't answer right then. He stared at Melody. She looked exactly like she did every other night. Her blond hair was tied back in a pony tail. She had on a running suit - Fubu or something like that, and white tennis shoes. She did NOT look like the cum-soaked slut in the magazine.

"Daddy?" said his sweet, innocent, cum-soaked daughter. "What's wrong Daddy?" She came further into the room.

Mark was right behind her. He too looked upset. "Dad" he said. "What's up?"

Chuck shook his head. He couldn't get the vision of his naked daughter out of his head. "Nothing" he said shortly. "I just had a hard day. That's all." He forced himself to look back at the TV. He had no idea what was on, but tried to look like he'd been watching it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his son cup his hand and make "I think he's been drinking" motions with it to his sister. She looked all around the room, apparently looking for empty glasses or bottles or whatever, then shrugged her shoulders and jerked her head at her brother.

"Well, we're done with the decorations. It looks pretty good. I think I'm going to grab a shower and hit the sack. 'Night Daddy." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek about the same time as he turned his head. She ended up pecking him on the lips instead. He felt his cock lurch and tried to force his mind on other things.

"'Night baby" he said automatically.

Both kids trooped off upstairs. Chuck sat there, stewing.

The next morning was Saturday and Chuck got up early, mostly because of the dreams he'd had the night before. If dreams came true in another dimension, then both his daughter and Cindy Peterson were even more cum-soaked than ever, and pregnant to boot. And this time it was HIS fault, not some faceless man with a big dick. He'd have to wash his sheets again, but this time it was from sweat.

He was standing at the stove making bacon and eggs when Mark came in the room. He was dressed and obviously on his way somewhere. He made a peanut butter sandwich and left, munching on it. It suddenly occurred to Chuck that he had an ally in Mark. After all, if Mark knew that some guy had spewed sperm in his sister's pussy, he'd want to kill the guy himself, right? "Mark, I need to talk to you about something." he said, without thinking it through any more than that.

Mark looked up. "OK, but make it quick. I've got to be somewhere in twenty minutes."

Chuck started to say something, but he needed more time. Anyway, he heard Melody coming down the stairs. A split second later Melody wandered into the kitchen. This morning she was dressed in what she called her nightgown. It was, in reality, one of Chuck's old T shirts. It had a picture of the band KISS on the front, Gene Simmons' tongue hanging down to the bottom of the shirt, with the words "Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll" on the back. Chuck noticed that the tip of Simmons' tongue was located right about where Melody's shaven pussy would be behind that shirt. He'd gotten that shirt at the first concert he and Valerie had gone to together. They'd made love after the concert for the first time. He'd been wearing that shirt when they started. In the intervening years the shirt had been injured, with holes and tears all over it, some repaired, some not. As such, it was very comfortable, but also showed what was under it in many situations.

"Morning Daddy" she said as she fished in the cupboard for a bowl and some cereal.

"Good morning Melody" he said, somewhat stiffly. He knew he was going to explode. He decided to try one of the things he'd thought of the night before. "Melody?" he said. She turned and looked at him. "I... ah... there's this guy at work and his daughter is ready to go on the pill, but he doesn't know which kind is best. So I thought I'd ask you what kind you take, and how you like them... you know... so I can tell him..."

It had sounded pretty suave when he'd thought of it. It sounded pretty lame now. He looked at his daughter out of the corner of his eye. She was staring at him, her mouth open.

"Daddy!" she said in a shocked voice. "What a thing to ask a girl this early in the morning!" She folded her arms under her breasts and cocked one hip. She didn't say anything at all for a moment. Then she turned her back to him and began preparing her cereal. "I'm not on the pill Daddy." she said in a completely normal voice. "Mom said she used them for a while and they made her retain water. Since she and I are built the same, I figured they'd do the same for me. Anyway, I don't need them." All this was delivered as if she was talking about the weather or something. Then she turned her head and made it obvious she was looking right at him. "Not that it's any of your concern."

He almost choked. But right then Mark barked "Melody! Don't you remember where we're supposed to be this morning? You've only got ten minutes before we have to go!" Melody looked at the kitchen clock. Her eyes went wide and she yelped, running back up the stairs. Ten minutes later Chuck was alone in his house again. He knew if he went back upstairs he'd be staring at his daughter's cum filled pussy while he beat off again. He had to find something else to do.

He went for a run. A long run. He was getting out of shape, he thought as he gasped for air two miles into what he'd planned to be a five miler. It wasn't helping though. His mind's eye kept going back to that sticky white stuff oozing from his only daughter's puffy and well-fucked cunt. And she WASN'T on the pill! All that creamy sperm packed into, and running out of her pussy, and she wasn't protected. What was she THINKING?

And WHY had she done it? She HAD to have been paid good money for a spread like that. Maybe thousands. Cindy too, for that matter. But she wasn't living beyond her means. She spent only what he gave her in allowance as far as he could tell. He began to doubt that it was really her in the magazine. He turned for home.

Chuck stared at the pictures.

It was her.

There was no doubt about it. Cindy too. It was them. He felt the urge to beat off again and forced it down. He mowed the lawn. Then he weeded the garden. By the time he'd cleaned out the garage he was so tired he thought he might be able to take a nap.

He awoke a short time later to the sound of the front door slamming and Mark yelling out. "Mel? Dad? Anybody home?"

He saw Mark go by the doorway to the living room. "Mark!" He barked. He modulated his voice. "I need to ask you a question."

The teenager backpedaled to the doorway. "Shoot, Dad" said his son.

"Where's Melody? Didn't she leave with you?"

Mark's eyes drifted away. "Yeah, we went shopping for a birthday present, and then I dropped her off at Cindy's. I thought she'd be home by now. Is that all?"

Chuck needed more information before he invited Mark to join his hunt. "I need to ask you some questions. They might seem strange, but trust me, OK?" When his son nodded he went on "OK. Well, the thing is... you've gone out double dating with Melody sometimes, right?"