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 Author: Explorer
Title: The Gardeners Daughter
Summary: Harry was surprised when he found his dick hardening as he
watched the neighbour's little girl frolicking naked in their pool.  He
further surprised himself when she became the main subject of his
masturbatory fantasies.  The opportunity came to act out his fantasies when
he tricked the gardener's six-yea-old daughter into revealing details of
the games she played with her daddy and how, on the promise of a new
bicycle, he'd tried and failed to penetrate her.  Harry was only too happy
to offer her the same deal.
Keywords: Mg(6) ped pre-teen pre-school toddler inc oral anal ws
The story contains explicit, detailed, sexual content.  All acts
performed by all characters in the story are consensual and nobody is

harmed or hurt in any way.  Please do not continue if you are offended.

   It was the neighbour's little girl that first awakened Harry's interest
in children.  It was one sunny day at a neighbour's BBQ when Harry found
himself staring at the plump white flesh and deep dark slit of his
neighbour's six year old daughter's cunnie as she frolicked naked in their
pool.  No matter how many times he snapped himself away his eyes were drawn
back.  It was SO white, the slit was SO deep.  Each time she bent over to
pick up a ball Harry got a fleeting glimpse of her pink potty hole; he
nearly came in his pants.  Maybe it was because he'd been without a regular
girlfriend for a while.  After that day Heather became the main character
in his masturbatory fantasies.  Of course that's all it would ever be, a
fantasy!

   Harry was a moderately successful author.  He'd always written stories,
even as a child.  As a child his stories had focused on tanks, robots and
aliens.  And, his earlier published work was of that ilk and aimed at boys.
He later progressed into a more eclectic and transgender subject matter
mainly involving worlds of magic and magicians.

   Working from home, he'd decided he could just as easily work in a
sunnier country from that his native cold, wet grey environment.  He moved
to southern Spain where he rented a small villa.  His next door neighbours
were Jane and David who had a six year old daughter - Heather.  Heather was
a precocious child.  She'd been raised by parents who liked to party and
their drunken friends had made her aware of her own sexuality.  She in turn
had learned to tease.  Although Harry would have loved to have ravaged the
imp he knew that the best he would get was the occasional display when she
was allowed to play naked in the pool and the odd feel when she sat her
soft little bubble butt on his lap.

   That all changed one day when Arthur, his gardener, turned up for work
with his daughter.  He'd employed Arthur six months earlier.  He didn't
really need a gardener, he was happy doing his own garden but Arthur begged
him for the work and the neighbours had warned him that he wouldn't want to
be doing the garden later in the year when it got hot.  He took him on for
one morning a week.  Over the months he learned that Arthur had come to
Spain with his wife hoping to make a dream life in the sun.  After a year
of living in a trailer, his wife had run off with some guy with money
leaving Arthur with their daughter Molly.  Spain had seen thousands of
Arthurs' come and go; with no skills and little intellect, they were doomed
to fail.  Arthur eked out a meagre existence doing gardens and other odd
jobs.  This was the first time Harry had seen Arthur's daughter.  She was
pretty, long unkempt brown hair and big brown eyes.  She wore a loose
fitting cotton dress which had seen better years.  She'd found some shade
under a tree where she played with her doll.  Harry struggled to maintain
concentration on his work as he watched the little girl from his study.  He
watch as she approached her dad, her hand buried deep in her crotch.

   Ding, dong - the door bell chimed.  "Excuse me Mr Cunningham, could
Molly use your toilet please," said Arthur stood in the doorway with the
little girl by his side hopping from foot to foot.  "I don't think we've
been introduced have we," said Harry holding out his hand to Molly.  "Say
hello to Mr Cunningham Molly," Arthur instructed.  Smiling nervously, Molly
stretched out her hand.  "You're a pretty little girl how old are you,"
asked Harry.  "I'm six," she replied.  "Six, you can't be you look so big,
I thought you were at least seven," Harry told her.  Molly smiled; she
liked the thought that she looked older.  "Come on let's show you where the
toilet is," said Harry as he led her away.

   As soon as the door closed Molly felt relief from the hot burning sun.
They had no air-conditioning in the trailer.  The trailer was hot day and
night.  Harry led the child to the toilet and left her.  Sat at his desk,
Harry stroked a lazy lob as he listened to the tinkle of little girl wee
splashing into the toilet water.

   Molly breathed in deeply on the cool air-conditioned air.  She'd slept
badly for days, tossing and turning in the heat.  The tin can which was her
home was a furnace.  Bathed in the air conditioned comfort she closed her
eyes.

   Harry stroked his dick as he pictured the yellow stream splattering from
Molly's hairless six year old cuntlet.  How much he would have given just
to watch, he thought.

   The splattering finished and Harry waited for the child to appear.  He
waited and waited, there was just quiet.

   Walking to the toilet door, "are you OK sweetie?" Harry asked.  There
was no reply.  Harry listened for the slightest sound but heard only
silence.

   Gently he pushed open the door which was ajar.  Slowly the image of the
six year old appeared.  She was asleep with her doll on her lap and her
panties around her ankles.

   Harry's heart pounded and his throat went dry as his eyes feasted on the
child's crotch.  Molly wasn't as porcelain white as heather but her mons
was just as podgy fat and her slit was equally deep and dark.

   His mind raced.  He ran to the window.  Arthur was at the other end of
the garden.  He grabbed his digital camera.  Creeping into the toilet, he
held his breath as he knelt before the tiny goddess.  Focusing the camera
he clicked away zooming in for the greatest detail at the highest
resolution.  Job done he crept back to his study.  His heart pounding, his
dick hard, his clutched the camera to his chest like it was a bar of gold.

   Arthur was still at the bottom of the garden.  Molly was still asleep on
the toilet.  Maybe I could lift her and carry her to bed, yes that's what
any caring person would do in these circumstances, he thought.

   Returning to the bathroom he slid one arm around Molly's shoulder and
the other under her legs.  He carefully lifted her and carried her to the
bedroom.  Gently he placed her on the bed.

   He stepped back.  She lay there, panties around her ankles, a vision of
perfection and innocence.  Gently he lifted her dress to expose her sweet
little pussy.  It was perfect, a thing of beauty, so simple yet so
perfectly beautiful he thought.  He looked at her dress, washed out and
shabby.  And, her panties, once white now grey and the material thin from
so many washes.

   Gently he lifted her knees and allowed then to fall outwards splaying
open her legs.  Her slit now slightly parted exposed a hint of the pink
interior.  He salivated at the sight of a hint of the damp interior.

   Running to the study he retrieved his camera and clicked through another
run of shots that he would later use to wank himself until he was sore.

   Leaning over the child he lowered his head to her crotch and drawing in
a deep breath caught up all the molecules of little girl scent that he
could.  His brain ran like a NASA computer sorting out all the scents and
flavours.  His head span as the cocktail of hormones that made up her scent
overloaded his senses.  So so sweet, so delicious, delicate tangy
sweetness. He ached to taste her.

   The hint of pink just inside her slit called to him.  He yearned to
examine inside.  He'd never seen a hymen, he'd concluded, at his age, that
it was likely that he would never ever get to see one.

   Using the tips of his fingers he gently teased open the child's labia
lips exposing the entrance to her immature baby fuck tube.  It was so
deliciously pink and wet.  His nostrils strained to collect every molecule
that escaped.  He didn't know how far in the hymen was but he couldn't see
a barrier.

   Sucking his finger her loaded it with spittle before presenting at the
entrance to the sleeping angels hole.  Constantly monitoring Molly face for
signs of wakening, millimetre by millimetre he teased his finger forward
and deeper into the child searching for and expecting to come up against a
wall of skin.  He was passed the second knuckle before he came up against a
wall but the wall had a lump on it and an indentation in the lump. 
Carefully the digit of his finger explored the lump and it's indentation
and the wall behind.  It was her cervix, he circled and stroked the lump
once more and the same results came back.  He was finger deep inside the
toddler, down to her cervix and had not encountered a hymen.  The child was
NOT a virgin!!  Slowly and carefully he withdrew his finger.  The tight
little tube appeared to cling to his finger as he pulled it out.  He held
the finger under his nose and breathed in.  Her scent was almost mystical,
delicate and sweet.  Sucking on his finger he returned to the safety of his
study where he sat to collect his thoughts.

   The child wasn't a virgin.  Arthur's wife had run off with another man
leaving him to raise the kid.  The penny dropped . . . . . . . .  A smile
formed on his lips.  Arthur must be doing stuff with Molly he concluded.

   Creeping back with his camera he got some high resolution close up shots
of the toddlers sex before carefully pulling up her panties and covering
her with a light sheet.

   He hurried back to his study not a moment to soon as the door bell
chimed.  "You haven't seen a precocious little girl anywhere have you"
Joked Arthur.  "I have, and she's fast asleep, bless her," Harry said as he
led Arthur to the bedroom.

   The two men stood at the end of the bed looking at the innocent angel
fast asleep.  "Don't you do next doors garden after lunch," Harry asked. 
"Yes," Arthur replied.  "Why don't you leave her with me and as soon as she
wakes I'll bring her across," Harry suggested.  "Are you sure you don't
mind," Arthur asked.  "I'll be working on my book in the study she'll be no
bother," said Harry.  "Thanks, that's kind of you, I shouldn't bring her
out with me when it's so hot but it's the school holidays and I can't
afford a sitter," Arthur explained.

   Harry watched Arthur pick up his tools and leave to do the garden next
door.

   Settling down in front of his computer her slid his knob out of the legs
of his shorts before loading the results of his recent photography onto his
computer.

   Molly woke feeling cold.  She pulled the sheet up under her neck before
it occurred to her that she usually awoke in a lather of sweat.  Blinking
her sleepy eyes, she sniffed at the cold air.  She usually awoke to the
smell of stale beer and sweat.  This room smelt of spring flowers. 
Confused she grabbed her dolly and slid off the bed.  She was drawn towards
the only sound she could hear which was the droning of the PC fan.

   Silently entering the study she saw Mr Cunningham flicking through
pictures of child's pee pee.

   "Where's my daddy?" Molly asked.  Startled by Molly's presence Harry
shoved his dick up the leg of his shorts, "your daddy's just next door
doing their garden, he said it's too hot out there for you and you should
stay here with me in the air con until he has finished," he told her. 
Smiling warmly, "would you like a soda and some ice cream?" he asked.  "Yes
please," Molly replied.

   Taking the toddlers hand he led her to the kitchen where he poured her a
soda and scooped some chocolate chip ice cream into a bowl.

   Returning to the study he placed the sweet treats on his desk before
lifting the tiny tot onto his knee.  His senses were immediately lifted by
the soft smooth little girl bum seated on his bare leg and the rising scent
from her hair.  "Your daddy told me that if I gave you some soda and
ice-cream you would make me feel good like you make him feel good, do you
think you could make uncle Harry feel good?" he asked her.  Molly looked at
him with suspicion.  Her daddy had told her that certain things must be
kept secret.  "Your daddy told me that you and he had some special secret
games you played and that you might play some with me if I gave you some
ice-cream, I have lots of ice-cream and lots of sweeties to give to a
little girl who could make me feel good," he encourage.  Harry could see
Molly thinking.  Her eyes darted between the ice-cream and the pictures on
the computer screen.  Her daddy had told her not to tell anybody but he'd
told Mr Cunningham about their games she concluded.  "Your daddy told me
that he'd told you not to tell anyone about your special games but that it
was OK to tell me," he told her.  "What's your favourite game?" he asked.
Molly thought about which game she liked best.  "Munchkins," she replied.
"I love munchkins too that's one of my favourite games," said Harry not
knowing what munchkins was.  "And, what's your daddy's favourite game?" he
asked.  Molly thought again, "sucking the sausage," she replied.  "Harry
gasped as his dick throbbed uncontrollably.  Sucking the sausage left
little to the imagination.  "That's also my favourite game, here have some
soda and ice-cream and then maybe we can play some special games," he told
her handing her the ice-cream.

   Sliding his hand along Molly's thigh and under her dress, "your daddy's
so lucky to have such a special little princess, I'll bet you and him have
lots of special games," Harry teased.  Molly was too busy savouring the
sweet delights of chocolate chip ice-cream to notice Harry's hand.  "What
other games do you play?" asked Harry.  "Errr, horsey and peek a boo and
golden rain, err, oh and yes lickety split and bucking bronco" Molly
revealed before quickly getting back to the ice-cream.

   Harry slid his fingers inside the loose fitting material of Molly's
panties.  His finger tips sent back immediate pictures of soft, warm,
dampness.  Carefully he caressed the puffy mound between her legs.  Molly
gave no response.  "Your such a pretty girl, I'll bet you've got lots of
boyfriends," teased Harry.  Molly blushed coyly.  "I'll bet lots of boys
want to be your boyfriend, I wish I was six, I'd ask you to be my
boyfriend," Harry told her.  "You can be my boyfriend if you want," said
Molly coyly.

   Teasing his finger into the damp heat of her slit, "does your boyfriend
get a kiss," asked Harry.  Molly turned to 'peck' his cheek.  "That's a
little girl kiss, I'm not a little boy, can't I have a proper kiss?" asked
Harry.  Molly smiled, she'd never done any other kind of kiss but was keen
to learn how to do proper kisses, "kay," she giggled.  Harry ran his
fingers through the hair at the back of her head.  Supporting her head he
turned her face towards his lips.  Tenderly he enveloped her sweet ruby
read lips in his.  Molly felt the love coming from the warmth of his lips.
She felt a little tingle inside her tummy.  Harry slid his tongue between
her lips.  The taste of chocolate chip ice-cream disappointingly masked her
natural taste.  Finding the tip of her tiny pink muscle he danced with it
savouring her sweet innocence.  Molly opened her legs and wriggled her hips
trying to encourage Harry's finger to find and quell the source of the itch
within her.

   Smiling down on the little treasure, "that was the best kiss I've ever
had," he told her.  Molly smiled back, she liked kisses, they made her feel
warm and secure - loved.  "Is that your little girl?" asked Molly pointing
to the picture of her own genitals displayed on the computer screen. 
"Yes," stammered Harry.  "Is she pretty?" asked Molly.  "Not as pretty as
you," answered Harry.  "I'll bet your coochy is much prettier than hers,"
Harry challenged.  "Can I take a look?" asked Harry.  "Kay," Molly giggled,
a coy finger hooked in her mouth.

   Harry lifted the child to stand on the desk alongside the computer
screen.  Hooking a finger either side of her panties he slid them down to
her ankles.  Lifting her dress he exposed her sex to his gaze, "here hold
your dress whilst I see who's the prettiest," Harry instructed.  "Hmm, he
pondered, it's close but I think your coochie is just a bit prettier," he
announced.  "In fact it looks good enough to eat," he told her.

   Running his hands up Molly's legs he cupped her buttock cheeks before
pulling her crotch onto his face.  Suddenly everything in the world went
into slow motion.  First there was the smell, a warm mixture of natural
little girl sex juice and urine.  Then there was the texture, super smooth,
super soft.  Then there was the taste - ambrosia.

   Molly giggled as Harry's tongue snaked its way along her slit, before
finding her tiny clitty bud, teasing open the hood his tongue tried to dig
out the bud before sliding down and under digging its was into the entrance
to her love tube.  Molly thrust her hips forward and shuffled her butt
trying to get more action from Harry's tongue on her tingles.  "Mmmmm, your
coochie tastes sweeter than honey," Harry announced to Molly's pleasure.

   Sliding his erection under the leg of his shorts, Harry introduced the
angry beast to his playmate.  "Mr Dicky, wants to say hello," Harry told
her.  Seeing the pre-cum bubbling from Harry's piss slit, "he's crying,"
giggled Molly.  "He is and do you know why he's crying?" asked Harry. 
"Yes, he's crying because his balls are aching because they're too full of
baby juice," Molly explained.  Harry groaned inwardly as his dick throbbed
uncontrollably on the child's well trained explanation.  "That's so right
poppet and is there anything you can do to help him?" asked Harry.  Biting
her bottom lip in anticipation of what was to come, Molly nodded.  "What
can you do?" asked Harry his knob throbbing in anticipation.  "We can play
suck the sausage or horsey or peek a boo," Molly suggested.  "Shall we try
suck the sausage to start," Harry eagerly suggested.

   Lifting Molly down he stood her between his legs.  Taking hold of his
dick Molly compared it to her father's.  "You have a nice dicky, daddy's
dicky is too big," Molly told him.  "Why do you say it's too big
sweetheart?" asked Harry.  "Daddy said he'll buy me a bicycle when it can
fit in my pee pee but it's too big," she explained.  Harry looked down on
her little cherub face.  He salivated at the thought of her dad trying to
squeeze his big fat dick inside the toddler.  "I'm sure your daddy is happy
playing suck the sausage for the time being isn't he?" Harry asked. 
"Suppose so but he complains because I can't fit all his dicky right in my
mouth," Molly explained.

   Harry placed his hand lightly on the toddlers head encouraging her to
start work, "my dicky's not too big is it baby?" Harry asked.  Molly knelt
between his legs.  Sizing up his dick she peeled back the foreskin to
expose the purple head of Harry's painfully hard erection.  Harry watched
as her little pink tongue extended like a welcoming red carpet.  Molly
first sucked on the tip draining the pre-cum before opening as wide as she
could to take the whole knob end into her mouth.

   Harry's head swam in a sea of multicoloured lust.  The sight alone of
his angry red man meat stuck in the face of the innocent toddler was enough
to blow his nuts from between his legs.  That sight plus the feelings to
her little cherub mouth sucking and tiny tongue lapping was beyond bliss.

   This was a first for Molly as well.  Her father had offered her all
manner of reward if she could get his dick in her mouth or for that matter
any orifice but try as she might, he was just too big.  Harry was much
smaller and she had no trouble enveloping his dick with her mouth.  She
enthusiastically loaded his penis into her mouth until the muzzle was right
up against her tonsils.

   Harry groaned at the sight of the child's ruby red lips contrasting with
his veiny white shaft.  He felt an occasional twinge of pain as her teeth
scoured the top of his shaft but euphoric lust and love masked anything her
little needles could inflict on him.

   "Oh baby, that feels so good, you are such a good little cock sucker,
uncle Harry's going to cum soon," he warned.  Molly carefully supported and
gently caressed his nuts sack just as her daddy had taught her.  Harry's
head spun, through the haze he fought to hold back the flow as long as
possible.  Fight as he might, inevitably his balls won and his eyes turned
up in his head as the first rope raced along his urethra.  The wad of sponk
hit the back of Molly's throat without warning.  Gagging, she spit out his
dick coughing and spluttering but not before the second rope had hit her
tongue and run over her bottom lip.  With the child gasping for air Harry
wanked his dick squirting his milky issue onto the toddler's face.  Harry
drooled at the obscene sight of his sponk running over the little girls
face and down her chin.  A long blob of the sticky goo hung from her chin.
The rope fought with gravity to hang on as it dangled and waggled in unison
with her coughing.

   With his nuts empty and the lust clearing from his head, "I'm sorry, did
I startle you, are you OK sweetie?" he asked.  Tears filled Molly's eyes as
she fought to recover.

   Lifting the child he held her to his chest as he carried her to the
bathroom.  Sitting her alongside the sink, he wiped the mess from her face
with some toilet paper before cleaning her with a cool wet towel.  "I'm
sorry sweet heart, I thought you were a big girl, I thought you could
swallow quickly," he told her.  "Yes but daddy's dicky isn't in my mouth
because it's too big so his baby juice doesn't get in my throat," she
sobbed.  "I'm so sorry sweet heart, come let's get you some ice-cream," he
told her.  Picking her up he carried her to the kitchen.  Chocolate chip
ice cream soon made the fright she'd had a distant memory.

   "Tell me sweetheart, I don't know lickety split or buckin bronco, how
are those games played?" asked Harry keen to know what innovating games
Arthur had taught his daughter.  "I don't like buckin bronco," Molly
pouted. "Why don't you like the buckin bronco game?" Harry asked.  "Cause
Toby scratches my back," she explained.  "Who's Toby?" Harry enquired. 
"Toby's my doggy," Molly revealed.

   Arthur was shocked at the depravity Arthur had stooped to with his own
daughter.  He was disgusted that any father would do such a thing to such
an angel.  Stroking her hair he comforted her.  Holding her to him, his
mind wondered as his brain pictured a dog on the child's back pistoning
into her like only dogs can.  Shaking his head he admonished himself for
salivating at the thought of the girl getting fucked by the dog.

   "And lickety split, how's that played?" he asked.  "I like that game,
that's when Toby licks my split, some times he licks just cause he likes to
and sometimes we have to put a little butter on my pee pee to start him
licking, his tongue is so long, he wriggles it right inside and tries to
lick inside my bum," she giggled.

   Harry's dick was starting to harden on Molly's explanation of the dirty
games she played with her dad and Toby!  "Sweetheart, you know you said
your daddy had promised you a bicycle if you could fit his dicky inside
your pee pee but it was too big, if you could fit my small dicky inside
your pee pee, I would buy you the best bicycle in the country," Harry
suggested.

   Molly's eyes lit up, she'd wanted a bicycle for so long, dropping the
ice-cream spoon, "OK," she said.  Harry took her face in his hands and
covered her lips with his.  He didn't know it yet, he couldn't see it
through the cloud of lust but he was in love.  Tenderly she sucked on the
child's lips.

   Molly was also feeling new feelings.  Her parents had never shown her
real love.  She felt something new through Harry's kiss.  She somehow knew
he cared for her.  She felt his hand slide up the inside of her thigh and
cover her pee pee.  She opened legs to welcome his warm hand.

   Harry covered the entrance to her love tunnel with the digit of his
finger.  She was wet, not dripping juicy wet but wet enough to convince him
that her immature fuck tube had produced some lubricant.  And, it seemed to
him to follow that, as she was producing juice, she must be feeling horny.

   Looking deep into her eyes, "I think I'm falling in love with you sweet
heart," he told her.  Molly smiled; she felt like a warm blanket had been
placed around her.

   Harry's finger was knuckle deep inside her tight little tunnel when the
door bell chimed.  It startled the two of them.  "You run off and find your
panties whilst I speak with your daddy," Harry told her.

   Harry led Arthur to the kitchen.  They both sat down to a cold beer. 
"Is Molly still sleeping?" asked Arthur.  "No she's up and about somewhere
but before I call her I have something I'd like to discuss with you," Harry
told him.  "Molly's been telling me about some of your games like suck to
sausage, lickety split and buckin bronco," Harry revealed.  Arthur turned
grey as the blood drained from his face.  "Settle down, I'm not calling the
police right now, I have a proposition for you," he explained.  "Molly and
I have got on well together I like the child a lot, in fact I like her more
than a lot and I'd like to love her, I mean I'd like to love her like a man
loves a woman, there's a hundred in my wallet which you can walk away with
if I can have a little time with her," Harry explained.  "What do you want
to do with her," Arthur asked his dick rising to the thought of another man
abusing his daughter.  "She told me you were too big to penetrate her, she
told me about the promise of a bicycle, I'm quite small and I'd be happy to
by her a bicycle," Harry explained.  Arthur's dick was now hard on the
thought of his girl getting fucked.  "I'd need to be there," he insisted.
"That's OK with me," Harry agreed.  The two men sat each waiting for one to
make a move.

   "Lets do it," Harry said as the men got up to find her.

   Molly was sat in the lounge watching cartoons on TV.  Arthur sat next to
her.  "Honey Mr Cunningham said he'll buy you a bicycle if you can fit his
dicky in your pee pee, would you try and do that for me?" asked Arthur.

   Harry sat on the sofa his arms extended welcoming the girl to him. 
Molly skipped across and climbed onto his lap.  Stroking her hair he smiled
at her, "I can't wait to see you riding a shiny new bicycle," he told her.

   Molly watched as he un-buttoned his sorts and dropped them to the floor.
Looking at his erect penis she didn't know if it would fit but she could
clearly see it was substantially thinner than her father's.  Holding her
tiny waist, Harry raised Molly to stand on the sofa alongside him. 
Unbuttoning her dress he pulled it over her head.  He took a moment to look
at her.  Dressed just in a loose and shabby looking pair of washed out
panties she looked like a street urchin.  Reaching out he ran the digit of
his forefinger around her right nipple.  Her little pink puffy areola was
the softest thing he'd ever felt.  Hooking his fingers in the limp elastic
of her panties he had only to take them past her hips before gravity pulled
them to her ankles.  Harry audibly sighed in awe at child's beauty.  Taking
her waist he supported her whilst she straddled his hips.  Slowly she
lowered herself down to sit on his erection.  He hugged her to his chest
kissing her hair and smelling her scent.

   Reaching under her he took hold of his shaft and presented his knob end
at the entrance to her baby cuntlet.  The sensation was immediate, hot, wet
and silky smooth.  With his knob end socketed in her hole he applied
pressure to her waist.  He felt his shaft bend as her weight came down on
it.  The heat of hole and the delicious pain of his shaft bending
accentuated the tingles rippling through his body.

   Molly bit her lips as she wriggled her hips trying to tease the pole
inside her.  Calling to his accomplice, "Arthur would you bring me the
Vaseline from the bathroom please?" Harry asked.

   Arthur was back with the Vaseline in a flash.  "Here let me," he said as
he painted her hole with a dollop of the lubricant.

   Holding her at the waist with one hand Harry dragged the purple head of
his penis down the child's tight slit until it was again socketed against
her cunt hole.  Gripping his shaft tightly, not allowing it to bend he
pressed the head of his pre-cum spewing dick into her splayed baby hole.

   Molly looked down at her baby fat pee pee bulging around Harry's cock.
She felt her tiny cunt mouth pucker inwards under the pressure.  Hoping his
knob end was securely fixed in place, Harry held her with both hands at the
waist.  Pulling down he felt his dick penetrate a little further before it
slipped out bringing Molly's bum crashing down onto his swollen balls.  The
sweet pain of the child's bum crushing his nuts brought tears to his eyes.

   Returning his knob end to Molly's hole he held the shaft firmly with one
hand whilst guiding her down with the other.  Molly reduced the support
from her thighs allowing her weight to increase the pressure at the
entrance to her tight little cuntlet.  Suddenly Harry felt the child's love
sleeve surrender.  Molly bit hard on her lip as Harry's dick pushed past
her entrance.  Harry groaned as he felt the toddlers tube stretching
painfully wide.  "Oh baby, sooooo tight," Harry unwittingly whispered.

   Molly's tiny labia was stretched white as it snapped tightly around
Harry's cock shaft just behind the head.  Harry held still for several
seconds enjoying the almost painfully tight constriction.  Breathing
heavily, he wrapped both his hands around Molly's tiny hips and pushed
forward again.  Molly whimpered as she felt the massive intrusion burrowing
deeper into her belly.  After only a few inches, he felt his knob end push
aside Molly's cervix and push up against the end of her vaginal sleeve.

   Harry stayed still but for the occasional involuntary pulse in his
supremely satisfied member.  Molly began to relax as her body became
accustomed to the foreign object invading her.  Breathing heavily, her eyes
glazed and unfocussed, her head swam from the swishy tingles coming from
between her legs.

   Stood behind his daughter, Arthur stared down at the joining of his
daughter and his boss.  The six year old's sex was spread wide and tight
around Harry's cock meat.  Her porcelain white skin contrasted warmly
against the fiery red flesh of his turgid penis.

   Walking to the side of the couple to get a view from another angle he
watched as Harry pushed Molly away from him so that the head of his banana
shaped erection pushed against the wall of her belly.  A bulge caused by
Harry's knob end was clearly evident in Molly's lower abdomen.  Arthur
gasped when the realisation of what he was looking at hit him.  His dick
throbbed uncontrollably, the pre-cum already causing a damp stain in the
front of his shorts.  He caught Harry's eye.  The two men winked at each
other.

   That was all the encouragement Arthur needed to get in on the act. 
Unzipping his fly he released the beast from its confines.  Harry's eyes
widened as the monster unfolded.  Molly had said it was big, too big, but
she had nothing to compare it with, Harry did.  It was a good eight inches
long, which was impressive, but the girth of the shaft, it was thick, very
thick.  All that but the circumcised bell end was unnaturally
unproportionally large and wider than the shaft.  Slightly more pointed
than normal the crest his knob end swept back and up to form a lip about a
half-inch deep.  Pre-cum dripped from his piss slit like a seeping wound.

   Taking hold of his daughter's head he turned it towards his dick.  "OK
baby lets show the nice Mr Cunningham what a good cock sucker you are,"
Arthur told his daughter.

   Molly was only vaguely are of what was happing.  Harry's dick had found
her immature 'G' spot.  Her head swam with new swishy feelings as the crest
of Harry's dick massaged the front wall of her vaginal tube.  With dopamine
flooding her body she was unable to concentrate of her fathers
instructions.

   Harry watched in awe as Arthur painted his daughters lips with his own
special lip gloss.

   Molly's tongue instinctively came out to meet the object poking at her
mouth.  "Good girl, suck it baby, suck daddy's dick as hard as your can,"
Arthur instructed.

   Arthur yearned to feel constriction from a warm wet hole.  Molly was his
to abuse at will but she couldn't give him the penetration and the all
round constriction that he yearned for.  And, being penniless no female
with a tube big enough to take him would look at his sideways.

   Harry slid his hand between Molly's bum cheeks and found her little
puckered anus with the digit of his finger.  With long slow strokes he
lifted and dropped the child's body sliding her vaginal sleeve up and down
his pole.  Harry was in sensory overload; the feelings of the child's tight
tube hugging every nerve end in his dick; the feeling that it was getting
easier with each stroke as droplets of her immature cunt cream eased the
way; the feeling on his finger tip as it probed her impossibly tight anal
ring; the sight of the toddler her eyes turned up in her head and the sight
the monster poking at her ruby red lips.  Then Arthur exploded onto her
face.  It was too much for Harry, the sight of Arthur's angry beast spewing
out a bucket load of cum onto Molly's face sent him over the edge. 
Plunging his dick up onto her belly as far as he could, Harry unloaded his
own burden deep inside her.

   Molly grimaced as the hydraulic pressure built up inside her vaginal
tube from the volume of semen fighting for the limited space.  Just as it
was becoming painful, suddenly the pressure went as the mucous that had
been plugging the entrance to her cervix since birth was pushed up inside
by the tide of semen that followed.  Harry pumped rope after rope inside
the child pistoning each wad up inside the toddler's virgin womb.

   It was all over too soon for all three.  Arthur's dick spent, it
deflated like a punctured tyre.  Arthur's dick spent, but still highly
aroused remained erect.  Molly was still drifting on the crest of a wave
trying to find the edge.

   As the mist cleared Molly became aware of the uncomfortable goo on her
face.  Scooping the sponk from her eyes she blinked through the sticky
mess.

   Harry stood up, the toddler still impaled on his pole.  He carried her
to the bathroom.  Sitting on the toilet seat, his dick still hard inside
her, he first wiped the mess off her face.  Her face clean, with his hands
on her waist he carefully lifted her off his erection.  They both watched
as more and more of his shaft, glistening with their juices, slid from her
vagina.  It slid out effortlessly until the rim of his knob end came up to
the exit and her pubic bone.  It was one thing pushing it in sharp end
first, it was another thing pulling it out.

   Molly felt the hydraulic forces pulling her insides down as Harry's dick
pulled from her.  She watched as his dick was stretched as he tried to pull
from her.  Placing her feet on the toilet seat she pushed up.  Harry's dick
exited with an audible plop, followed by the milky goo he'd injected her
with.

   Lifting the toddler into the bathtub, Harry left her soaking whilst he
spoke to Arthur.  Arthur was finishing his beer in the kitchen.

   "Arthur, I have a friend in the States who makes porno movies, I am sure
he could use someone who was as well equipped as you, how would you like to
fly over there and make some money, I'd loan you the air fare and some
expenses and you could repay me later," Harry explained.  A smile formed on
Arthur's face as his mind flashed through the possibilities.  "Sounds great
but what would I do with Molly," he replied.  "Leave her here with me, I'd
make sure she went to school and I'd provide her with all the comforts she
might need," Harry offered.  Arthur's head churned away once more, he
suspected that Harry's motives might not be purely philanthropic.  "Tell
you what, why don't you go out on the town tonight with the hundred I
promised you, have a few drinks and think about the proposition, Molly can
stay here with me.  Sleep on it and come back here tomorrow with your
decision," Harry suggested.

   Again Arthur suspected that Harry might want to 'play' with Molly but he
didn't care, he'd had no money and no social life for a long time and
hundred was enough to get him loaded and laid.

   With Arthur out of the way, Harry joined Molly in the bath-tub.  Sitting
behind her he pulled her up to sit on pubic bone his now flaccid dick
between her legs.  Washing her hair with scented shampoo, "what colour will
your bicycle be?" he asked her.  "It'll be pink with white wheels and
tassels hanging from the handles," she described.

   Rinsing her hair he hugged her tiny frame to his chest.  "I love you so
much," he told her.  Wrapped in his big strong arms, Molly felt so warm and
secure.

   Lightly cupping her mons, "is your pee pee sore?" he asked her.  It was
a little bit sore from the stretching but she wanted to please her new
friend, "It's OK," she told him.

   Carefully Harry washed her slit before sliding his finger beneath her to
find her little puckered ring.  "I think we should wash that smelly bottom
before we get out," he told her.  "You kneel in front of me so that I can
wash it properly," he instructed.

   Molly crawled forward and knelt on her hands and knees with her bottom
facing Harry.  Harry stroked her soft white globes before carefully pulling
them apart.  He groaned inwardly as he surveyed the obscene sight of the
six year olds sex displayed before him.  Her little bum hole was pink and
puckered tightly closed, her tiny cunnie hole evener pinker from the recent
abuse.

   Soaping his hand he washed her anal ring with the digit of his finger
before carefully squeezing inside.  With his finger in up to the first
knuckle, he stopped allowing the child's sphincter to get accustomed to the
foreign object.

   Molly felt his finger inside her.  Although her dad had abused her he'd
never shown any interest in the particular smelly place.  She thought what
Harry was doing was a little odd but she wasn't going to jeopardise the
bicycle by complaining.

   Harry pushed his finger deeper and deeper inside her until he was in up
to his fist.  "Good girl," he told her as he examined the walls of her
colon with every sensory nerve in the end of his finger.  Her sphincter
gripped his finger like a vice but inside there was plenty of room for his
finger to explore the six year olds hot, dark, sticky poop shoot.

   Molly could feel his finger.  She presumed that was the way he washed
her inside.  It was a strange feeling, it felt kinda nice but she felt full
like she needed to make a poopee.  Stroking along the membrane that
separated her vaginal tube from her colon Harry found the reverse side of
her 'G' spot.  Molly's eyes widened as she felt strange squishy feelings
coming from her cunnie.  As Harry's finger pushed against the membrane wall
the feelings of needing the toilet increased.  "I think I need to make a
wee wee," she said.

   "Good girl," Harry announced as his mind quickly ran through the
possibilities.  Pulling his finger from her rectum.  He stood her in front
on him, her legs either side of his waist.  "Let's see how good you can
pee, let's see if you can hit my chin," he told her.  Molly giggled at the
thought of the naughty game.  "Hold open your coochie, like this so that I
can see you wee wee coming out," he instructed as he peeled open the
toddlers labia lips.

   Harry couldn't take his eyes of the coral pink interior of the child's
sex.  Her immature clitty bud covered by its hood was the only bump on the
surface; her urethral opening was almost invisible.  Molly concentrated on
relaxing her urethral sphincter.  Worried that her aim might not be too
accurate, she aimed a little lower than his chin.  Harry saw her urethra
open a milli second before the first burst spluttered out.  It spluttered
for a few seconds before forming into a strong, clear stream.  Molly
directed the flow up from his chest to his chin.  She giggled as the urine
splashed off his chin.  Harry couldn't help himself, he didn't want to
freak the child out but he wanted to taste the experience on his tongue of
a child in full flow.  Molly watched as he dipped his head and extended his
tongue.  She could never understand what her daddy saw in this game but as
long as she didn't have to take it she was happy to give it.  Harry's mouth
quickly filled with the clear amber liquid which he allowed to pool inside
and overflow to run down his chin.  His dick throbbed uncontrollably as he
savoured the delicate smell and taste of her little girl pee.  The stream
ended all too soon for Harry, he watched as it spattered and spluttered to
a dribble.  Emptying his mouth of the amber fluid he pulled Molly's crotch
to his mouth and sucked on her slit, lapping up the dribbles from her piss
hole and digging his tongue up into the entrance hole of her tight little
fuck tube.  His knob ached to be buried deep inside the little girl's belly
once more but she was sore and he didn't want her to relate their sex games
to a painful experience.  Fighting his lust he lifted her from the tub and
wrapped her in a deep fluffy towel.

   Settling in front of the TV, the couple cuddled together just like any
other couple experiencing the warm glow that follows deeply satisfying sex.
Molly was soon fast asleep in his arms.

   Carrying her to his bed he spooned in behind her.  Lovingly stroking her
tiny naked frame Harry drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face and a
rod of steel between his legs.  Molly slept like a baby between clean white
sheets and in air-conditioned luxury.

   Harry woke the following morning the same erection, which was now nested
between the soft round globes of the child's bum cheeks.  Careful not to
wake her he pushed his erecting between her legs so that the banana shaped
object curled up the front of her slit.  Reaching over her he pushed his
knob end into the soft warmth of her deep slit.  He was surprised to find
her slit quite wet.  Perhaps the semen forced up into her womb was still
making it's way out he wondered.  It wasn't long before his long slow
strokes had spread the lubricant, down her slit and along he bum crack. 
With a finger pushing his knob end into her slit, he worked the rim of his
knob end backwards and forwards over the little clitty bud.  Molly's eyes
fluttered open, as the tingles rose up from between her legs.  The cogs of
her little brain worked overtime trying to work out where she was and what
was happening.  A smile formed on her lips as she smelt the clean sheets
under her chin and remembered her games with Harry and the prospect of her
new bicycle.

   Nibbling her neck and ear, "You are the most delicious little tot I have
ever tasted, I want to eat you all up," he told her as he quickened his
strokes.  Taking her hand he placed it on his erection allowing her to take
some control of the position and direction of his strokes.  Molly held his
dick so that the rim gave maximum stimulation to her clit.  "I'm going to
cum soon sweetie," Harry whispered.  "Molly heard his words but was too
engrossed in trying to maximise her own pleasure to consider the
consequences.  When Harry felt the sap rising he pulled back pushing the
muzzle of his pistol at the entrance to her vagina.  Molly was still quite
sore and winced as she felt the beast trying to stretch her.  Her hand was
still covering his knob end when it exploded.  Startled she pulled her hand
away.  Harry groaned as his balls unloaded their contents over her hole and
between her bum crack.  The couple lay still as his dick drained into her.
Molly listened to Harry grunting and groaning whilst she mashed at the
semen held in her hand feeling it's silky sticky smoothness.

   Throwing back the sheets, Harry carried Molly to the bathroom and left
her in the tub whilst he made their breakfast.

   Arthur tipped up about mid morning to find Molly playing in the pool
whilst watched over by 'mother hen' Harry.

   Arthur agreed to take up Harry's offer and was on a plane out of there
that day.

   Over the next few days, much to Molly's delight, Harry spent time
pampering her with new toys and new clothes.  She didn't miss her daddy one
bit.  Harry was kinder to her, her life was much more comfortable at the
villa than that hot tin can she'd previously lived in and Harry was careful
with their games to ensure that she was pleasured as much as him.  She also
made friends with the neighbour's daughter, Heather.

   Heather was six months older than Molly, lighter skinned and slightly
shapelier.  Over the following weeks, Harry enjoyed lots of viewing's of
Heather's juicy plump kitty.  The girls would play in the pool together,
get bored, dry off and 10 minutes later want to get back in the pool but
complain about getting into a cold wet swim suit.  Heather's parents
weren't prepared to argue and so it often ended with the toddlers
frolicking naked.  Also, on the days when the girls played in Harry's pool,
Molly had shown Heather that, when nature called, it was easier to take a
piss at the bottom of the garden than struggle with a wet costume in the
house.  The girls would either pull the crotch of their costume to one side
or piss straight through the gusset of the swim suit.  He'd also encouraged
Molly to challenge Heather to see who could piss furthest.  Heather had
initially been shy in front of Harry, she seemed to instinctively know that
taking a piss in front of anyone but her parents was wrong, but Molly's
confidence soon got her used to it.  She knew Harry would be watching them
competing to piss the farthest but couldn't take Molly's teasing that she
could piss furthest, not when she was six months older than Molly!

   Harry on his part took every opportunity to give Heather sight of his
dick.  He'd pretend to be asleep and leave his robe open.  He'd hear the
girls giggling as the peeked at his trouser snake.

   Harry's lusted over Heather's little honey pot.  He'd encouraged Molly
to talk to her about playing with their little kitties.  He'd often
listened at the door when Heather 'slept over' as the toddlers explored
each others sex and talked about their daddys' dicks.  From what he'd
learnt Heather's father had refused to satisfy her curiosity and she was
still a virgin.

   Harry's hand often found it's way onto Heather's crotch during play and
she sometimes wondered whether it was accidental or on purpose, especially
when it lingered there longer than necessary.  On one occasion when they
were running around naked, they'd played tag and when he wrestled with her
she'd felt his finger push into her slit on onto the clitty bud.  Molly had
told her that daddies have a special way of making their clitty buds tingle
and she felt hers tingle on his finger tip.  To Harry, Heather was the
unobtainable, the forbidden fruit.  He presumed that his lust towards would
remain unfulfilled.  All that was about to change.

   Opportunity knocked when Jane's mother became ill and Jane left for a
two week visit back home.  David took Jane to the airport and Molly had
gone along for the ride with Heather.  When David returned, Harry took a
six pack over and the guys sat in the garden drinking whilst the girls
frolicked in the pool.  The first six pack went in no time, not least
because the girls kept taking a swig from the can.  As they neared the end
of the second six pack, Harry noticed the bulge in David's shorts.

   "They're going to make some young man very horny in a few years time,"
commented Harry.  "They're making this man horny right now," David replied.
"Heather's always flaunting it in my face, I'm sure she knows what she's
doing, I've had to scold her a few times," he continued.  "It's in their
nature, girls can't help themselves teasing, Molly always insists that I
wash inside her front bottom slit when I bathe her, I'm sure she does it
because she knows it gets me horny," Harry continued.  David's dick
lurched, spewing a wet patch of pre-cum on the front of his shorts at the
thought of Harry finger fucking Molly.  That little pleasure had been
denied him after Jane had taken over Heather's bath time for the past
couple of years.

   "I think those toddler's are a bit tiddly," Harry observed as the two
girls giggled hysterically.  "Watch this," Harry said, as if David needed
any encouragement.

   "Girls come here," Harry shouted.  The two tots obedient skipped over to
them.  "OK let's see who's tallest, stand next to each other," Harry
instructed.  The girls obediently lined up their naked frames shoulder to
shoulder, each standing as erect as they could.  Their eyes strained
sideways each trying to see if they had stretched taller than the other.

   As his eyes toured the twists and contours of the children's bodies,
David was compelled to relieve the tension in his straining erection by
squeezing it painfully.  "Hmm it's a tough one, turn around lets see from
behind," Harry ordered.  The toddlers turned on their heels and shuffled
shoulder to shoulder so that the judges could see who was tallest.  The
judges eyes weren't evaluating the children's height but were weighing up
the contours of their little bubble butts.  Heather was much plumper than
Molly and it showed in her rear end which was bigger; not better just
bigger.  Molly had a nice shape to her butt as did Heather but Heather had
bigger globes.

   "I think Heather is just a tad taller - OK now lets see who is stronger,
stand with your legs apart and I want you to bend forward and touch your
toes, touch your left toes first then stand up straight and touch your
right toes," Harry instructed.  The girls bent forward straining to reach
their toes.  The cheeks of their respective arses parted like the red sea.
David groaned as his daughters pink little hiney came into view.  "No
bending the knees girls that's cheating," Harry shouted.  Both men squeezed
the beast constrained within their shorts as they surveyed the spectacle
before them.  Two toddlers bent forward in the most obscene pose.  The
toddlers sex drew the men in like a magnet.  They both salivated at the
thought of crawling up behind them and fucking the tots ragged.

   Heather and Molly started to giggle as they fought to reach their toes.
The both fell to the ground in a heap.  "I think those toddlers are more
than a little tiddly," Harry commented.

   "OK girls, that was a dreadful attempt at touching your toes, lets try
it another way - lay on your back and let's see who can lift your legs so
that your toes touch the grass above your head," he told them.  Lifting
their legs up the girls griped their calves and pulled their legs way over
their heads.

   David's mouth was open, agasp at the incredibly erotic sight of the
little girls sex displayed in an even more obscene way.  Gripping their
hands behind their knees the children pulled their legs so far back over
their heads that their bottoms raised off the ground which raised their sex
on display like a gourmet meal on a platter.  The strained pose had
naturally pulled open the little girls sex slit.  David's eyes bore into
the depths of the treasure trove.  He could see right inside Molly's sex
tube; there was a definite hole there, a dark wet hole.  Heather's slit was
open and her hole could clearly be seen but it was more of an entrance to a
hole than a hole.  It was pink and wet but clearly much smaller / tighter
than Molly's hole.  David started to entertain the idea that the Molly's
hole might be larger because it had been used!

   Bored with the game to toddlers got up and ran off to play in the pool.
"As I told you, little girls love to tease and they are two ace little
teasers aren't they?" said Harry.  "Indeed, my dicks' so hard my balls are
aching," David confessed.  "If you like I could ask Molly to sort that out
for you." Harry offered.  David couldn't believe his ears.  He was
dumbstruck.  He didn't know what to say.  Pictures flashed through his head
of ways in which the six year old might 'sort him out'.  "Come on let's
join the girls in the pool," Harry suggested as he slipped off his top and
shorts.  Standing in front of his neighbour naked, with his long thin
erection at 45 degrees, "come on then don't be shy," said Harry.

   David's head raced as feelings of fear and lust fought with each other.
Apparently controlled by some hidden force his body rose to it's feet and
his hands stripped off his clothing.  As David's dick appeared, Harry shook
his head at the sight of another huge appendage.  David wasn't as big as
Arthur but he certainly had plenty to be proud of.  His erection was, brown
and veiny, it was so heavy the weight pulled it to a 90 degree angle to his
body; pre-cum dripped to the ground from the angry purple head which had
forced its way beyond his foreskin.

   "Sit on the edge of the pool in the shallow end and I'll send her
across," Harry instructed.  David did as he was told.  Sitting on the edge
of the pool he could feel his heart beating, part fear and part
anticipation of what might follow.  He watched Harry whispering in Molly's
ear.  He saw the toddler bring a hand to here mouth to stifle a giggle.  He
then watched the six year old wade through the shallow water towards him.
He parted his legs as she approached.  She was grinning from ear to ear. 
Harry had told her how much pain he was in from his balls being too full
and how his own little girl didn't know how to help him.  Molly's felt a
little superior that she was had talents that her older friend had not yet
learnt.

   Pushing between his legs she took hold of his shaft.  He was not as big
as her daddy but she still couldn't get her hand all the way around his
shaft.  David groaned as the toddler expertly worked her hand along his
shaft squeezing the pre-cum up his dick and out the end.

   Heather stood to one side, she wanted to see what was happening but
wasn't sure whether her daddy might shout at her for doing something
naughty.  David had no room in his head for anything other than the
incredibly awesome display before his.  His eyes were transfixed on the
toddler's smiling face as she slowly wanked his dick with an expertise way
beyond her years.  Molly looked up and smiled before opening her mouth and
lowering it over the head of his erection.  The sight of the toddlers
little pink tongue and the feeling of it lapping at the sensitive underside
of his dick was indescribable.  Placing his hand lightly on the back of the
toddler's head he tried to encourage his huge member inside her mouth. 
Molly tried but he was just too big.

   Lust overtook all feelings of fear as David's head and body swam in a
sea of colours.  Through eyes flickering through a mist of lust he saw
Harry sat on the side of the pool opposite.  Heather was sat on his lap,
laying back on his chest.  Harry had his erection pulled up in front of his
daughter's slit and was slowly massaging her clit with his knob end. 
Heather eyes were closed as she drifted on a soft white cloud of new
sensations.

   David groaned as gonads pumped another dose of lust hormones into his
veins at the sight of his daughter being pleasured by another man.  His
eyes bore into the point where Harry's erection pushed deep into his
daughter's slit, her plump labia lips framing his shaft, the purple head
shiny with his daughter's juices all added to his erotic pleasure.  He
contemplated the thought of Harry pushing his dick deep inside his
daughter's belly, watching as it squoze deep inside her.  The thought of
watching as his neighbour's balls slapped up against her little arse as he
pistoned into her was lifting him to new levels of arousal.  Losing
control, his balls finally erupted.  Luckily Molly felt the sap rising
along his urethra and pulled off before the first rope ejected.  It left
his dick with such force it spanned the distance between them to hit her
chin and neck.  The second rope hit her chest.  Molly expertly wanked his
shaft draining his nuts until the remnants spewed out of his piss slit and
dribbled down his shaft and over her fist.

   Harry yearned for relief.  He'd have loved to fuck the ears off Heather
but it was to soon for her, he concluded.  Lifting Heather from his lap he
called Molly to his side.  Lifting Moll from the water he lowered her tiny
frame onto his erection.

   Heather stood by the side of her daddy as the dad and daughter watched
Molly's legs open to straddle Harry as he lowered her.  Harry held his
shaft erect as Molly lowered herself onto him.

   Heather put her arm around her daddy's shoulder and David put his arm
around her waist as the couple watched in amazement as Molly's pussy ate up
Harry's dick bit by bit until almost all of it was inside her.

   Harry stood up, Molly impaled on his pole and he walked over to the
garden table.  Laying her on the garden table he took hold of her ankles
and lifted them up to give an uninterrupted sight of his dick buried deep
inside her cunnie hole.  Heather left David's side to get a closer view. 
Heather watched as Harry slowly slid in and out of Molly's baby fuck tube.
Molly was making little mewing noises as the pork dagger stabbed at her
tingle box.  "Good girl, tell uncle Harry what you want his to do sweetie,"
Harry instructed.  "Fuck me deeper, fuck your big daddy cock inside me baby
hole, faster fuck me faster," Molly cried.  Heather was shocked, she'd
always been scolded for saying naughty words.  Returning to her daddy,
"Molly said naughty words daddy," she told him.  "That's alright
sweetheart, they're not naughty words when its just a little girl and her
daddy, they're only naughty when their said in the school play ground or in
front of other people," he told her.  Feeling excitement at the prospect of
being naughty, "can I say those words?" she asked him.  Rounding her butt
cheek with his big strong hands, "you can whisper them to me," he told her
as he pulled her tiny frame towards him.  "fuck your big daddy cock inside
me baby hole daddy," she said giggling.

   Pulling her onto his lap David kissed her.  This wasn't the usual dad
daughter kiss that Heather knew, it was a different kiss.  She felt tingles
in her tiny body as her daddy caressed her lips with his.  She then felt
his hand slide between her legs and his finger push into her slit to find
her clitty bud.  "I love you so much sweetie, I want you to be my special
princess but we mustn't let mummy find out, can you keep a secret?" he
asked.  Heather nodded her head, she liked the idea of being a special
princess and she liked the idea of her and her daddy having special
secrets. It made her feel special.

   The moment was temporarily broken for them when they heard Harry and
Molly screaming as he filled her with his baby cream.  David and Heather
smiled at each other, the both knew that they had found a new 'special'
relationship.

   All satisfied (well all satisfied but Heather) the toddlers skipped off
and the two men returned to their beers.  Nothing was said; they both sat
there with their private thoughts.  David contemplating ways in which he
might nurture Heather.  Harry also contemplating ways in which he might
satisfy his lust on Heather.

   Harry didn't see more than fleeting glimpses of David over the next
week. By the end of the week David and Heather had explored so many
different ways of pleasuring each other.  He'd taken her virginity and had
coated most every part of his daughter's body with his seed.  Try as they
might, full penetration had eluded them; he was just too big.  Heather had
watched Harry penetrate Molly and yearned to know what it felt like to feel
that hot hard pole deep inside her.  David also ached to feel squeezed and
constrained.  David wondered if, having seen more use, if Molly's hole
might accommodate his manhood.  He invited Harry over for drinks.

   The guys drank beer making small talk whilst the girls played in the
pool.  After the 4th beer David got up the courage to broach the subject,
"watching you fuck Molly last week was awesome man," he told Harry.  "Maybe
I could watch you fucking Heather sometime," Harry replied.  "I wish you
could, we've tried but I just can't get it in, she's just too small," David
revealed.  "You can't have it both ways, you've been blessed with an
impressive piece, unfortunately a little too impressive for little girls,
it's a matter of square pegs and round holes," Harry replied.  "Do you
think I could try and get it in Molly?" asked David.  "I'm as big as she
can take and I'm half the girth of your piece, that's a lethal weapon you
have, it could do some serious damage," Harry told him.  "I can get the tip
in Heather maybe I could get more of the tip in Molly," David suggested. 
"What about me, do I get to fuck Heather?" asked Harry.  "It'd only be
fair," David replied.  "Lets get them a little leg open first," said Harry
as he went to get the girls a drink.

   Pouring a generous measure of vodka in some fresh orange juice he handed
the tumblers to the girls.  "OK lets see who can drink their drink
fastest," Harry told them.  Ever the competitors the girls downed the
cocktail in seconds.  "Hmm, another difficult one, very close but I think
Heather got there first," Harry announced.

   The guys sat back and waited for the alcohol to get into their system.
It wasn't long before the naked toddlers were giggling uncontrollably and
falling about.

   "Molly, come here sweetheart," Harry shouted.  "David's pee pee's crying
and Heather can't help her daddy, go and se if you can help him," Harry
whispered to her.  Molly skipped over to David who pulled her between his
legs.  Unzipping his fly he pulled out the angry beast that was within. 
Molly smiled, confident that she could quell his pain.

   Harry beckoned Heather to him.  The toddler came forward like a rabbit
in the headlights of car.  He stood up from his seat and lifted the child
onto the seat to take his place.  Dropping his pants he stood before her,
his pink perfection curving up skywards.  Heather stared at the purple head
and the juice dripping from it.  She wasn't sure what was coming next. 
Kneeling before the six year old, Harry pulled her legs apart and over the
arms of the chair.  Her sex opened up like an April flower in bloom.  Harry
took some seconds to wonder at the delicate shades of pink of her inner
lips.  Lowering his head he drank in her scent.  It was sweet, delicate,
musky, a hint of piss.  Engulfing her mons he sucked on her plump labia
lips before sinking his tongue deep in her hole.  Heather's lips puckered
to an ooooh as Harry's tongue snaked up inside her tickling her sensitive
newly awakened nerve endings.  She then felt his tongue probing at her back
door.  She bit her lip and giggled at the naughty thought of uncle Harry
licking her smelly bum hole.

   David salivated as he watched his neighbour abusing his daughter whilst
little Molly delicately licked his knob end.

   Kneeling between Heather's splayed legs, Harry dropped his shorts to the
floor.  Holding his erection by the shaft, he wiped his knob end up and
down Heather's slit from bum hole to clit and back.  Wanking his shaft he
worked the pre-cum up his piss tube to paint over her tiny cunnie hole. 
Socketing the tip of his cock in her hole he pushed his hips forward. 
Heather bit her lip as she felt the pressure build up on her immature love
tube.  Her plump white labia lips framed the purple head of his dick so
perfectly.  Harry felt the hole easing as he pushed forward.  Heather
gasped when the widest part at the rim slipped inside.  "Oh, sooo tight,"
Harry mumbled as he felt the entrance to her cuntlet grip hold of the based
of his shaft just below the helmet.  Allowing the child to get used to the
invasion, Harry stayed motionless for a few seconds.  Heather felt his dick
throbbing inside her.  Each throb added to the discomfort of being
stretched soooo tight.  Harry needed more.  Carefully he pushed forward. 
Helped by the copious pre-cum his dick slowly slid inside.  With the
tiniest of fuck strokes, millimetre by millimetre, Harry worked his way
inside until he was pushing up against her virgin cervix.

   Heather's discomfort waned with each passing second as her love tube
stretched to accommodate the hot meat inside her.  New feelings started to
flow through her tiny frame as Harry expertly massaged the inner tube with
his long thin pole.

   David wanted some, he wanted to so much to feel his dick buried balls
deep inside a toddlers tight little tube.  Lifting Molly he pulled her onto
straddle his hips.  Holding his knob end up against her hole he pulled her
down trying to force his way inside her.  Molly winced as she felt the
pressure of a square peg trying to get into a round hole.  She knew there
was no way that she could accommodate anything that big.

   Feeling Heather's body relax and seeing the toddler's dreamy expression,
Harry quickened the pace.  Pushing against her cervix he slid deeper and
deeper inside the toddler's belly.  "Oh, YES, soooo tight," he gasped as
the toddlers super tight tube gripped his rod squeezing and massaging every
nerve ending.  Almost without warning his balls exploded filling the
child's belly with his hot milky seed.  Heather's eyes widened as she felt
her tube stretch further under the hydraulic pressure and then the release
when the semen pushed the plug out of her cervix hole allowing access to
the child's womb.

   David was still struggling to get his oversized meat inside Molly when,
recognising what was happening to his daughter his own nuts gave up their
contents.  Pushing his piss slit tight up against the toddler's hole David
emptied his nuts insider her.

   All went quiet as the couples gathered their breath whilst basking in
the afterglow.

   As the mist cleared from his head, Harry looked down at their coupling.
Heather's labia lips were stretched snow white around still erect veiny
shaft of his penis.  For a fleeting moment he wondered whether he could cum
again if he fucked her really hard.  Sense prevailed and he slowly pulled
his hips back.  Heather's tiny frame was pulled forward as her tight little
tube refused to let go.  Holding her thighs he pulled from her until the
rim caught under her pubic bone stretching his dick before it came out with
a 'plop' followed by a river of white goo.  Harry shook his head as he
surveyed the toddler's abused sex.  The pink had turned to dark pink and
looked a little sore.  He was glad he had decided not to bang her again.

   By the time Harry returned with cold beers the girls were back at their
play.  "Man that was awesome," David said shaking his head.  "Yes, Molly's
a little teaser isn't she," replied Harry.  "No I mean the sight of your
dick buried in Heather's belly, that was what was so awesome," David
countered.  "Having a big dick is great in the showers with the boys but
it's a bit frustrating when you can't get it all in," he told his friend.
"I'm sure Jane can give you what you need," Harry suggested.  "I also
struggle with Jane, she's quite tight and she likes it up the back door but
I'm too big to give it her there," David confessed.

   That night, as Harry snuggled up to Molly, he smiled as he reviewed
recent events.  Could it get any better he wondered?  His mind started
playing with the thought of butt fucking Jane.  Then fucking Heather and
Molly whilst they suckled at Jane's breasts.  That would be his next
target. But how to make it happen?

   The END

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