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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Confessions of an Unrepentant Pedo
Keywords: M/ggg, FF/g, inc, pedo





   Confessions of an Unrepentant Pedo

   by David Stephens

   Part 1

   I first saw Chloe one Sunday, in the narrow strip of woodland leading
from the park to the group of large detached houses on the edge of town. 
She was in my preferred age range, certainly under ten, and with a special
aura about her that made her stand out from the other little girls I had
seen that day.  She was undeniably pretty but so were many of the preteens
I had spent the afternoon watching.  What made her more sexually desirable
than the others I couldn't say - I only knew that I had to see her again.

   She was ever-present in my mind during the following week - her slim
little figure in the short primrose-yellow dress even appearing in my
dreams.  The days leading up to the weekend seemed never-ending.  It was
like being a lovesick teenager again - in fact that was what made my
feelings for the little flaxen-haired girl so potent.  I desired her
sexually of course but I was a pedophile in the true sense of the word -
the special girls in my life had been those that I had loved romantically
as well as carnally.

   Even Joan, my wife, eventually noticed my absent-mindedness

   "What are you mooning about, Dave?" she said in amusement on the morning
of the following Sunday as we sat at the breakfast table.  "I've asked you
for the teapot three times but you just sit there with a silly look on your
face!"

   I apologized and made an effort to make conversation but my mind kept
returning to the walk I was going to take shortly, through the park and
into the woods - surely my darling would be there again today.  That was
how I thought of the pretty young thing I had never even spoken to - who I
had only seen once.  My own sweet darling - the little girl who I desired
more than any other.  Except for Poppy of course.

   Poppy was my 6-year-old daughter, the light of my life and the leading
role player in my sexual fantasies - though she was now sharing that
position with the little girl in the primrose-yellow dress.  I couldn't
remember a time when I hadn't lusted after Poppy - even before she was old
enough to walk I had wanted her so much that it hurt.  I had learnt to hide
that lust for our daughter from Joan as well as I could, though that became
increasingly difficult when Poppy began to parade around the house dressed
in very little.

   I had the perfect excuse for my walks in the park - the digital camera
that Joan had given me for my birthday.  I had feigned an interest in
landscape photography which prompted Joan to buy me the camera and which in
turn did lead to a genuine fascination with picture taking.  I had an album
full of prints of country scenes which I would proudly display to anyone
who showed even the slightest interest.  I kept another album hidden - that
one was chockful of hastily-taken snaps of the little girls I came across
on my walks.

   Recently I had made a start on a third album, devoted to Poppy.  I had
chosen a time when we were alone together to tell her how pretty she was
and how much I wanted to take pictures of her.  Poppy was delighted and
happily posed for me in the skimpy top and short skirt which I asked her to
wear.  When I nervously suggested that she take off her top and skirt so
that I could snap her in her tight, pale-blue knickers, she didn't
hesitate. She was old enough to know that the series of images I then took
were 'naughty' and not to be shown to her mother on any consideration.  Not
that there was anything the least pornographic about them - that would come
later, I hoped!  They were extremely intimate, though - featuring closeups
of her panty-covered vulval mound and bottom and her soft, pinky-brown
nipples.  If she noticed the growing bulge in my crotch she was too
probably too embarrassed to say anything - I intended to explain how she
had caused that bulge during our next photographic session.

   Twenty minutes later I was strolling through the park, trying to look as
though I was totally unconcerned by the scantily-dressed young girls
sporting themselves in the bright summer sunshine.  I was always amazed,
though delighted, by the fact that local mothers seemed quite happy for
their preteen daughters to be seen in the most revealing of clothes.  The
newspapers ran regular stories suggesting that predatory pedophiles were on
the increase and warning parents to protect their children and yet I was
surrounded by preteen nymphets wearing clothes which could have been
designed by those very same pedophiles!

   I sat under the shade of an oak tree for a while and watched two young
girls of about 8 throwing a tennis ball to each other.  The one nearest to
me had on a pair of tight shorts which were so brief that they showed her
white panties when she bent over and her friend was wearing a loose
tee-shirt which continually slipped from one shoulder to reveal a
coral-pink nipple.

   The ball eventually came my way after a wayward throw by the girl in the
tee-shirt, who was apparently called Lee, and her friend came over to
retrieve it.

   "Give me a kiss first," I said jokingly to the blonde-haired little
beauty when she held out her hand for the ball.

   I didn't expect her to agree to my demand and so was pleasantly
surprised when she sat by my side and allowed me to kiss her warm soft
mouth, a kiss which was immediately returned with enthusiasm.  I took the
opportunity to fondle her bottom through her tight shorts, which she
accepted without demur, and was on the point of slipping my tongue between
her cherry-pink lips when the other girl, who had been watching our embrace
with interest, hissed a warning to her friend.

   "Your mummy's coming, Susie!"

   Susie hurriedly stood up and rejoined her playmate and I threw the ball
to her.

   "Perhaps I'll see you again," I suggested hopefully.  "You're such a hot
little slut!"

   I wasn't sure if she understood what I meant but the smile she gave me
suggested that she accepted my remark as a compliment.

   "What about me?" said Lee, a note of resentment in her soft girlish
voice.  "Aren't I a hot little slut as well?"

   I looked across at her.  Her baggy tee-shirt had slipped from her right
shoulder again, exposing a partially-erect nipple which she was obviously
in no hurry to cover.

   "Oh yes, you're a hot little slut alright!" I readily confirmed.  "I'd
love to take you both into the woods and do dirty things to you - what do
you say to that?"

   "Yes, please!" chorused the sexy pair in unison.

   After that encouraging response I left them, before I had to answer any
awkward questions from Susie's mother, hastily promising to meet them again
in a week's time.  Whether they were as sexually knowing as they appeared
was unclear to me but I couldn't wait to find out for certain!  When I
looked back at them, I was just in time to see Susie's mother reach a hand
towards her daughter's friend.  I expected to see her cover up the little
girl's exposed chest but instead she gently caressed her nipple and even
though I was some distance away by now I imagined the pretty child
shivering with pleasure.

   The tall slim woman shaded her eyes with her free hand and looked in my
direction.  She seemed to wait until she was certain that she had my
attention before leaning over and briefly sucking on Lee's nipple before
covering her up.  The girls saw that I was looking back at them and they
waved at me and I waved back before turning towards the woods.

   I wondered about Susie's mother as I ambled into the dappled shade of
the woods in search of the little girl in the yellow dress.  What kind of
relationship did she have with Lee?  The little girl hadn't appeared
surprised when her nipple had been suckled - indeed she had acted as though
it was perfectly normal behaviour on the woman's part.  Was Susie's mother
in fact a lesbian pedophile who enjoyed a full sexual relationship with Lee
- and perhaps her own daughter?  This possibility excited me tremendously -
perhaps I would have my questions answered when I met the girls again.

   I was so engrossed in my sexual reverie as I wandered aimlessly through
the woods that I almost missed the glimpse of a primrose-yellow dress
flickering through the trees.  My own sweet darling!  I hurried after her
through the thick undergrowth, trying not to make too much noise.  When I
finally caught up with her she was only a hundred yards away from the gate
which led to a group of detached houses - in one of which the girl probably
lived.

   Once she got to the gate I would have lost her - and when would I get
another chance like this again?  As I closed on her a twig snapped
underneath my foot and she began to turn her head towards me.  Quick as a
flash, without knowing exactly what I was going to do, I covered her mouth
with one hand and pulled her hard against me with the other.  She let out a
muffled scream but I dragged her into a hollow surrounded by thick bushes
and pulled her onto the ground.

   My hand was held firmly against her ribs and I could feel her heart
beating feverishly, as well as my own heart thumping against her slim back.
Where did I go from here?  One of my fantasies had suddenly become reality
and yet I was unsure as to what to do next.

   "What's your problem?" a part of me demanded.  "Fuck the little slut -
that's what you want, isn't it?"

   Of course it was, but I didn't want to rape her - I wanted her to give
herself to me freely.  I wanted her to open her legs for me and beg me to
enter her.  I wanted her to scream in ecstasy as I thrust into her.  Not
that I was averse to rape on occasion.  Only a few days previously I had
stumbled on a young girl in a bikini sunbathing in a secluded glade.  She
was a little older than I preferred - her breasts were beginning to bud -
but I would have been an idiot to turn down such a golden opportunity. 
Luckily she was lying face down - it was a moment's work to yank her bikini
bottoms down and take her up the arse, pushing her face into the grass so
that her startled screams were stifled.  She was sobbing her heart out when
I left her, but I had no regrets.  I was convinced that when the first
shock had died down she would realize how much she had enjoyed my hard cock
pumping into her virgin arsehole - most little girls were sluts at heart
after all.

   But the little beauty who lay trembling against me was a special case.
So lovely, so innocent.  I wanted to seduce her slowly - seduce and debauch
her until she was mine totally.  She was even more perfect than I had
thought.  Her hair was golden, worn in a single, tightly-braided plait and
her features were delicately pretty.  Her short yellow dress displayed her
slim, tanned legs to perfection.  I longed to touch her everywhere - touch
and kiss and lick and suck!

   "Will you promise not to scream if I take my hand away?" I asked.

   She gave an almost imperceptible nod and I moved my hand from her mouth
to the soft, smooth skin of her neck, feeling its pulse against my fingers.

   Despite her promise she tried to scream, but could only manage a hoarse
croak.  I clapped my hand over her mouth again and pulled her dress up to
her waist.  Without a word, I slapped the top of her right leg several
times - hard enough to show her that I meant business.

   "Don't try that again little girl, or I'll have to really hurt you - do
you understand?"

   She nodded again, more firmly this time, and I took my hand away -
reasonably confident this time that she would keep her word.  Her eyelashes
were wet with tears and I could feel her belly quivering with fear as I
moved my hand onto it, but I didn't let that concern me.  In time I hoped
she would learn to love and adore me but it was vital that right from the
start of our relationship she understood that I was her master.  Little
girls should be cherished, certainly, but also treated firmly - a hard
spanking now and then was definitely desirable.

   "What's your name, child?" I asked, holding on to her firmly in case she
tried to break away from me.  "Mine's David."

   "Chloe," she whispered in reply.

   "That's a pretty name - a pretty name for a pretty little girl.  How old
are you, Chloe?"

   "Seven," she murmured shyly.

   "Try not to be afraid of me, Chloe.  I'm not going to hurt you - not
unless you make me.  I want us to be friends - would you like to be my
friend?"

   She nodded uncertainly and I kissed the top of her head to show her that
she had made the correct response.

   "You're such a sexy little girl, Chloe - the sexiest little girl I've
seen in a long time.  I'd love to make you my slut - you'd like that,
Chloe, wouldn't you?"

   She just gave a nervous little giggle, obviously having no idea what I
meant.  I slipped my hand under her thin skirt and between her legs.

   "Behave yourself!" I ordered as she tried to close her legs to prevent
me reaching her pussy.

   I gave her another dozen hard slaps - hard enough this time to make the
tears spill from her eyes and run down her flushed cheeks.  The outside of
her right thigh was covered in mottled red marks where I had spanked her -
a glorious sight!

   "I'm sorry!" Chloe wailed.  "I'm sorry!"

   She opened her legs slightly then and I slid my hand inside her knickers
and cupped it over the swell of her pussy.

   "You must learn to do as I wish, Chloe!" I said sternly.  "Your cunt
belongs to me now and if I want to feel it I will!"

   And then a wonderful thing happened.  Chloe moaned softly - a moan which
clearly indicated sexual pleasure - and opened her legs wider as though to
show me that she wanted me to molest her!  I accepted her invitation
gratefully, rhythmically pressing the heel of my hand into her vulval mound
as her moans became louder and more insistent.

   "You like that, don't you, you horny little bitch!" I said.  "I can't
molest you properly with your clothes on, though - it's time we had your
dress off."

   Before I could take my hand from her knickers, Chloe had already moved
her plait aside so that I could unfasten the four buttons on the back of
her dress.  Such a simple act and so gracefully done, but it seemed to say
so much to me.  It said: 'Yes, please undress me, please molest me, please
make me your little slut!'

   The delusions of a pedophile you may say, but I had a lot of experience
seducing little girls and I knew the signs.  Just the way Chloe quietly
drew her plait to one side and bent her head submissively to allow me to
unbutton her dress told me that she accepted me as her master - accepted me
indeed as her abuser, though in her innocence she could have little
appreciation of just how I intended to abuse her.

   I bent down to kiss the nape of her neck and she moaned appreciatively -
a sound I loved to hear her make.

   "Hold your arms up, sweetheart," I said.  "Let's slip your dress off."

   Even now I thought that Chloe may start to protest but she willingly
allowed me to pull her dress over her head, lifting her bottom from the
ground to help me.  I folded the dress up carefully and put it to one side
and then hugged the 7-year-old to me and ran my hands over her near-naked
body.

   Up to now I had been careful to make sure that Chloe had no chance to
see my face but I was confident now that I could trust her.  I moved in
front of her and sat cross-legged, gazing at her with adoration.  Her face
was perfectly lovely - particularly her large blue eyes and soft, kissable
lips.  Her body was slim but firmly made and infinitely desirable.

   "Are you expected at home, Chloe?" I asked.

   She nodded and pointed to the nearby houses.

   "I live over there.  Mummy said I had to be home by twelve o'clock -
I've been playing in the park with my friends."

   I looked at my watch.  A quarter to - just time to get Chloe naked and
put some quality work in on her pussy.  As soon as I touched the waistband
of her knickers, she rolled on her back and helped me to take them off.

   "Stay there, darling," I said as she started to get back up.  "Pull your
legs up to your chest - that's it!"

   In that position Chloe's pouty pussy lips cried out to be kissed and I
leaned over and pressed my mouth against them, inserting my tongue into her
slightly-moist slit.  Her moans became positively ecstatic as I continued
to probe between her labia, her little hands clutching my hair tightly.  I
tongued her for several minutes until she screamed out in rapture as she
achieved her climax.  I knew from experience how intense a little girl's
orgasms can be and I was certain now that Chloe was mine - she would be
sure to come back for more!

   I looked at my watch again - only a few minutes to go.  There was still
time to mark the 7-year-old as my own.  I moved my lips to the inside of
her left thigh and bit firmly into the warm soft flesh.  Chloe cried out
but made no further protest as I alternately bit and sucked her thigh.  I
inspected the resultant lovebite with pride and explained to Chloe that it
was an expression of my love for her.

   "I've just got time to give you one more, if you like - you say where
you want to have it."

   Chloe blushed fiercely and then pointed hesitantly to the reddened folds
of her pussy.

   "Are you sure?" I said.  "It'll hurt a lot if I give you one there."

   "Yes," said Chloe firmly, opening her legs wide in open invitation.

   I gently sucked on one of her labia and then began to nibble it,
carefully at first but then with increased passion, biting firmly into the
tender flesh.  Chloe whimpered and then burst into tears but when I lifted
my mouth from her pussy she protested vehemently.

   "Don't stop, David!  You said that you loved me!"

   And so I sucked and chewed again on her swollen cunt until my watch
alarm warned me that it was twelve o'clock.

   "You must go now, Chloe!" I said.  "I don't want you to get in trouble
with your mum."

   She reached hastily for her knickers but before she could slip them on
saw that I had unzipped my fly and pulled my semi-erect cock out.

   "Just one more thing before you go, darling," I said, wanking furiously.

   The first stream of semen hit her on the forehead and splashed into her
hair.  She looked astonished at first but then began to giggle and
continued giggling as I creamed her lovely face with several more blasts.

   "Say cheese!" I said and hurriedly reached into my pocket for the
digital camera and took several snaps of her laughing, cum-covered face. 
Then I focused on her bruised and swollen cunt, taking half-a-dozen
closeups.

   "I'll let you have some prints tomorrow, Chloe.  You will meet me again
tomorrow, won't you?"

   "Are you going to do naughty things to me again, David?"

   "You bet, my darling little slut!  Today was just a taste of what I'm
going to do to you!"

   "Then I'll meet you here at ten o'clock - I'll tell mummy that I'm
playing with my friends again!"

   "Good girl!" I hesitated for a moment.  "You do understand why I had to
slap you, don't you, Chloe?  You must do as I say if you're going to be my
slut.  In fact, I think the first thing I'm going to do tomorrow is smack
your bottom hard just to remind you that you must obey me in everything."

   Chloe looked at me seriously, a thick string of cum dangling from her
chin.

   "It was naughty of me to close my legs when you wanted to touch my
cunny, wasn't it, David?"

   "Yes it was - but I don't want you to use that word in the future.  Cunt
is the correct name, or pussy.  Naughty little girls deserve to be smacked
regularly, but you must remember that I will only do it for your own good
and to show you how much I love you."

   I picked up her discarded knickers then and, after using them to clean
up her cummy face, helped her to put them on.

   "It should be another hot day again tomorrow," I said as I watched her
slip into her dress.  "I want you to wear some tight shorts to show off
your sexy bottom and a skimpy little top.  Will you do that for me?"

   Chloe smiled and nodded.

   "Is my bottom really sexy, David?"

   "Of course it is, sweetheart - every bit of you is sexy!"

   She flung herself into my arms then and for the first time I kissed her
soft, cherry-red lips.  We lingered over our embrace until at last I gently
pushed her away.

   "Go home now, Chloe.  Be here at ten tomorrow - on the dot!"

   She ran off then, halting briefly at the gate to wave at me before
finally disappearing from sight.  I turned back to the park hoping that
Susie and Lee would still be around but I couldn't find them so spent an
hour or so taking surreptitious snaps of a number of scantily-clad little
girls.  As I say, it always amazed me that, despite regular news stories
suggesting that predatory pedophiles were everywhere, most of the preteen
girls I photographed were dressed in clothing which could have been
designed by a pedophile.  Not that I was complaining, of course!

   - - - - o o O o o - - -

   I lay awake that night, waiting till I was sure that Joan was asleep. 
She had been taking a sleeping pill the last few nights and so when I heard
that her breathing was quiet and regular I slid out of bed in my pyjama
bottoms, picked up my camera from the bedside table and tiptoed into
Poppy's bedroom.

   She had pushed her duvet aside and was lying sprawled across the bed,
her nightie rucked up around her slim thighs.  The night was so warm that I
could see perspiration glistening in the hollow of her neck and I leant
over to lovingly kiss her there, at the same time taking hold of the lacy
hem of her nightie and carefully pulling it up to her waist.

   As I parted her legs and gazed on the perfection of her vulva her
eyelids fluttered open and she looked at me sleepily with a kind of
half-smile on her pretty face - a smile that seemed to me to be almost
conspiratorial.

   "It's alright, Daddy," it seemed to say.  "I know you want to look at my
baby cunt.  I want you to look at it - it belongs to you."

   And then she lifted her legs and opened them wide, proudly displaying
her plump little mound and I hastily pointed my camera and took
half-a-dozen shots.  I was concentrating so hard on capturing the erotic
beauty of Poppy's genitals that I managed to forget that her mother was
only a few yards away.  Watching Joan pop two sleeping pills into her mouth
had convinced me that I was quite safe - I should have known that things
aren't always as they seem.

   I had just begun to think that perhaps I had pushed my luck far enough
and ought to get back to bed, when Poppy looked over my shoulder and gave a
gasp of dismay.

   "Mummy!" she cried, her eyes wide with shock.

   I whirled around in alarm and saw that Joan was standing in the doorway,
in her long white nightdress - very much awake.  I tried to stammer out an
explanation of what I was doing, though their could be little doubt of
that. Joan said nothing for the moment and that in itself surprised me
greatly - I had been expecting an explosion of rage but she seemed quite
calm.  The expression on her face was not one of anger but of what appeared
to be relief, as though she had been waiting for this moment for a long
time.

   "I knew you were up to something," Joan said at last.  "So I put the
pills under my tongue and pretended to fall asleep.  We need to talk
seriously about this, David - all three of us, I mean.  You need your sleep
though, Poppy - so I'll have a little chat with you tomorrow."

   "I'm sorry, Mummy!" Poppy wailed, struggling to pull her nightie down to
cover her nakedness.

   "Don't be silly, darling!" said Joan soothingly as she sat on the bed by
Poppy's side.  "You haven't done anything wrong and neither has daddy - you
have a gorgeous little body and I quite understand why he wants to take
photos of it.  In fact, if he's quick, I don't see why he can't take a few
more before you go back to sleep."

   With that she quickly yanked Poppy's nightdress up and over her head and
then pulled her legs up until her feet were by the side of her head.

   "If you insist on taking obscene photographs of your 6-year-old
daughter, David," she said, "you should do the job properly - look how
prominent her pussy becomes in this position."

   She crossed Poppy's feet behind her head and the little darling's plump
labia did indeed protrude excitingly, as well as separating slightly to
give me a tantalizing glimpse of moist pinkness.  I took several more
photos, hardly being able to believe my luck, until Poppy's eyelids began
to droop and she sleepily yawned.

   "Yes - that's enough for now," said Joan, lowering Poppy's legs. 
"There'll be plenty of more opportunities to take lewd photos of Poppy,
David.  Let her get her beauty sleep now."

   She covered the naked little girl with the duvet and kissed her tenderly
on the lips.  I turned the light off and shortly afterwards was lying by
Joan's side, my hand straying between her legs as she softly stroked my
raging hard-on.

   "Hasn't Poppy got the most adorable little cunt, Dave?" Joan said,
giving my cock a squeeze which had me groaning with desire.

   "I suppose I would say that," she added, "as I'm her proud mother, but a
pedo like you must have seen lots of little girls' cunts."

   "What do you mean by that?" I said, attempting to sound indignant but
failing miserably.

   "I mean that I guessed you were a pedophile from the first day I met you
- that was what first attracted me to you.  There was no way I could prove
it though - and I couldn't bring myself to ask you outright.  Once I
suspected that you had the hots for Poppy I knew that I had to find out
somehow - and now I have!"

   There was no reason to pretend after that.  I confessed all to Joan - or
at last I made a start.  I had had so many sexual adventures with preteen
girls that there was no possibility of admitting to all of them at once.  I
did tell her about Chloe though - the sexy little 7-year-old was rarely far
from my mind - and I also took a chance and described in graphic detail how
I had anally raped the young sunbather.

   That really got her going!  Her hand had been continually working on my
cock - now she urgently climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto its
swollen shaft.  There was no need for me to do anything - she rode me
furiously until I felt her silken vagina spasm around my rigid tool, and as
she cried out joyfully I shot my load deep inside her.

   "Tell me truthfully, David," Joan said as we rested after our frantic
coupling.  "Are you going to be content just taking obscene photos of
Poppy? Or would you like to do to her what you're planning to do to Chloe?
I won't be angry with you whatever you say, Dave.  Please be honest - this
is very important to me."

   I hesitated for a moment but decided that honesty really was the best
policy in this case.  It wasn't clear to me just how far Joan was going to
let me go with Poppy but her statement that she was first attracted to me
because she suspected I was a pedophile still resonated in mind.

   "Honestly then, Joan," I said.  "I would love to have a sexual
relationship with Poppy - could you reasonably expect a confirmed pedophile
to say anything else?"

   "But doesn't the fact that she's your own daughter make a difference - I
imagine that even an habitual pedophile may think twice before molesting
his own child."

   "Perhaps - but as far as I'm concerned having sex with Poppy would be
the ultimate way of showing my love for her.  I'm convinced that countless
fathers would take their little girls into their beds and make love to them
- if they though they could get away with it.  For myself, I would give
anything to be able to fuck Poppy in her cunt, in her bottom and in her
mouth - and I'm not ashamed to say so."

   "There's no reason why you should be," said Joan softly, and there was
something in the tone of her voice which told me that not only was she not
shocked by what I had said but that she was positively pleased - as though
she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

   "I've wanted to tell you about this for so long, Dave - but somehow the
time never seemed right.  Now it does."

   She took a deep breath and then went on.

   "You know how close I was to my father - I remember you thought I was
perhaps rather too close!"

   It was true.  I had always liked Reg but his relationship with his
daughter seemed rather intense.  Even after Joan and I married, she would
often go over to his house - too often for my taste.  I wasn't going to go
over that again with her though - Reg had died five years ago and I knew
she still missed him terribly.

   "I loved dad deeply," Joan continued, "and he loved me.  He loved me
passionately and fully, David - he loved me in the way that I believe all
fathers should love their little girls."

   She waited a moment for the implication of this to sink in and then went
on.

   "I was 7 when it all started.  I was always trying to get dad's
attention when he came home from work and was trying to read his newspaper.
I don't suppose there's anything unusual in that, but my method was to
parade before him in my underwear and wiggle my bum at him - anything to
get a reaction.  I really was a provocative little slut!"

   "But that suggests that you were trying to sexually arouse your father -
did that come naturally or ...  "

   "Part of it was natural.  I've always thought that little girls have an
instinctive sense of their own sexuality - though to begin to fully
understand it they need a good teacher.  I had one of the best."

   "Your mother?" I queried.  There seemed no other possibility.

   "Yes - my mother.  Even now, having thought about it so often over the
years, I can't begin to understand what motivated her.  She was very
possessive of my father - if he as much as looked at another woman she
would give him the sharp edge of her tongue, and yet she clearly intended
him to have a sexual relationship with me.  She did everything she possibly
could to make me the object of his desire, and despite my father's obvious
reluctance to play her game she wasn't about to admit defeat.  I even had a
separate set of clothes for indoor wear: very short skirts, tight-fitting
tops - anything that mum thought would attract my father's attention."

   "And did it work?"

   "Oh yes!  It worked alright.  I'll always remember that night when mum
was turning up the hem of one of my skirts - she wasn't happy unless they
were indecently short.  When she had finished she held it up in front of
dad and asked him if he would like to see me try it on.  He just shrugged,
feigning indifference, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.  I
went upstairs to change and was soon back down - in my shortened skirt but
minus my knickers."

   "A provocative little slut indeed!" I commented.

   "Absolutely!  My skirt was so brief that my naked bottom cheeks were
peeking out from beneath it.  Mum gave me an approving look, but dad just
stared at me as I sashayed across the room, jiggling my bottom at him. 
There was a simmering anger in his look, but mainly there was an intense
lust and frustration - or at least that's what I realized later when I
began to understand things better."

   "You were certainly asking for it, Joan - I'm surprised that your father
had been able to keep his hands off you up to then, given your slutty
behaviour."

   "I suppose he was trying to do what was right - or what he then thought
was right.  Mum told me later that he was a very conventional man as far as
sexual matters were concerned.  Incest, even between adults, was wrong;
pedophilia even more so - which meant that having an erotic desire for your
7-year-old daughter was doubly prohibited.  On the other hand, when that
7-year-old daughter makes a habit of flaunting herself before you
semi-naked you can be forgiven for being tempted."

   "And did your father give in to that temptation?"

   "Perhaps he wouldn't have, but when I bent over and pulled my bottom
cheeks apart to show him my bumhole it sent him over the edge.  I'm not
even sure why I did such a thing.  I think I must have been disappointed
that dad seemed to be ignoring my provocative behaviour - I wanted to so
something that would force him to react."

   "Which he did?" I suggested.

   "Yes, but not in the way I had expected.  I knew that he loved me but he
had always been an undemonstrative father - I longed for him to take me on
his lap and cuddle and kiss me and tell me what a pretty girl I was. 
Instead he leapt from his chair and roughly grabbed me, throwing me on my
back onto the sofa.  There was fire in his eyes and for the first time in
my life I was afraid of him.  He was making a strange growling noise as he
ripped my top and skirt of and gazed at my nakedness.  He gripped both of
my feet in one hand and held them above my head and I was aware that I was
totally powerless - that he could do anything he wanted to me and there was
nothing I could do.  I was frightened but at the same time extremely
excited - sexually excited of course, although that was something I could
hardly comprehend at the time."

   "What was your mother's reaction to all this?" I asked curiously.

   "When dad tore my clothes off I heard her cry out - but it was a cry of
delight not dismay.  She sat by my side and held my hand and stroked it. 
Dad was staring at my pussy and bottom - I suppose I expected him to smack
me but instead he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick cock and
pressed its head against my anus.  I remember screaming then.  I had seen a
little boy's penis before but my father's was long and veined and engorged
- and he was forcing it into my bottom!"

   "Did it hurt very much?" I asked, hardly knowing whether I wanted the
answer to be yes or no.

   "It was like having my bowels speared by a red-hot poker!" said Joan,
and I could hear the quiver of excitement in her voice.  "Mum told me
afterwards that dad had managed to restrain himself and had fucked me with
about half the length of his shaft, but I didn't know that at the time -
each time he thrust into me there was a burning pain in my belly and
bowels. His face was red and contorted with lust and he grunted loudly
every time he stabbed his cock into me."

   "I must say that my sympathies would have been with Reg as well as you -
the poor man was just pushed too far."

   "I realized that myself, even then.  I was an innocent 7-year-old girl
and my father had ripped my clothes off and pinned me down as he painfully
sodomized me, and yet I loved him then more than ever!  I had wanted him to
pay attention to me and what more intimate way of doing so could he chose
than ramming his erect penis into my tight little anus?  It was also a fact
that the burning pain in my belly and guts had slowly dissolved into a kind
of hot throbbing ache which I was beginning to enjoy."

   "Reg couldn't have known that, though?" I said.

   "Oh no.  I was still screaming as he continued to thrust into me - more
from shock than anything by then, I think.  Mum said later that he buggered
me steadily for about ten minutes though it seemed an eternity to me at the
time.  He was calling me vile names all the time: 'dirty little whore' and
'prickteasing little slut' and suchlike - vile but somehow wonderfully
exciting.  And then he suddenly began to fuck me fast and hard and the
burning sensation was surging through my belly again and I was screaming
and sobbing and wailing all at once.  Dad took no notice - he just went on
hammering my bum until his cock spasmed inside me and flooded my rectum
with hot semen - that was another experience that I loved, though again dad
wasn't to know that."

   "Poor old Reg!" I said.  "He's tormented sexually by his slutty little
daughter, with the encouragement of his wife, until she drives him to rape
her virgin bottom - and then he doesn't realize that what he takes to be
her screams of distress are actually screams of pure joy!"

   "That's about it," agreed Joan.  "When dad had finished unloading his
balls into me, he dashed from the room with tears in his eyes and I didn't
see him again till the next morning.  Mum told me that he was very upset
and that we had to make him understand that I had loved him raping me and
that I wanted him to do it again.  When we had breakfast dad couldn't seem
to look at me.  He certainly didn't refer to what he had done to me - I
think his way of dealing with it was to pretend it had never happened.  He
did kiss me when he left for work, though - and it was then I handed him
the note that I had written in my large childish handwriting but that mum
had dictated to me:

   'My darling Daddy' it read.

   'I'm very sorry for being a naughty little girl.  You musn't be sad
about what you did to me - it was all my fault.  Anyway, I loved it when
you raped me - you can take me up the bottom any time you want to!

   Your loving daughter and prickteasing little slut, Joan.'

   Dad smiled then but he knew that the words were really mum's and said
so. I grabbed a jotter from the sideboard drawer then and scribbled a note
that was all my own work.

   'I love you so much, Daddy' it said.

   'I really did think it was lovely when you put your penis in my bumhole.
Please, please put it there again - when I'm not so sore!

   Your dirty little whore Joan.'

   Tears came to dad's eyes when he read this and he picked me up and
hugged me tightly.  I felt so happy then.  I somehow knew that everything
was going to be alright, that daddy was going to use me as his slut - and
knowing that how could I not be happy?"

   "I always thought that your relationship with Reg seemed unusually
intimate - now I know why!"

   "Yes - and I really need you to have the same kind of relationship with
Poppy.  I want you to take her as your slut and make her as happy as I was
as a little girl - and I think we've already established that you're
unlikely to find that a particularly unpleasant task!"

   "Hardly!" I agreed sleepily.  "You've made me a very happy man, Joan -
how can I ever thank you?"

   "Well," said Joan, hesitating for a moment, "there is one thing.  When I
became dad's slut he discovered that I craved lots and lots of sex, so much
so that he eventually had to call on the services of two old friends to
help him out.  Bill and Rob were understandably wary about getting sexually
involved with a 7-year-old, but once they saw how horny I was they cast
their misgivings aside and regularly joined dad to give me a thorough
seeing to.  They weren't pedophiles as such - just a sexually adventurous
pair who were willing to try anything once."

   "I take it that you're assuming that Poppy will turn out to be as randy
as you were - and are, come to that - and that I won't be able to cope?"

   "I'm not doubting your virility, Dave, but it's quite likely that Poppy
will be pestering you for sex morning, noon and night - it really would be
sensible to have a friend or two on call who would be willing to keep her
satisfied when you're not quite up to it."

   "I suppose you're right," I said reluctantly.  At first the idea of
sharing Poppy wasn't a very palatable one, but quite soon vivid images of
my 6-year-old little girl being vigorously gangbanged filtered into my mind
and lingered there enticingly.

   "Yes, I'm sure you're right!" I added, enthusiastically - but I saw that
Joan was asleep, and shortly afterwards so was I.

   - - - - o o O o o - - -

   The next morning I eagerly headed over to the agreed meeting place with
Chloe, taking with me a folder containing a selection of the photos I had
taken of her on the previous day.  There was nothing unusual in me having
an assignation with a little girl who I was planning to sexually abuse but
I felt particularly nervous on this occasion.  Chloe had really got under
my skin in a way which few preteen girls did.  Normally it was a case of
seduce them, fuck them, and then move on to the next conquest.  Or, if I
couldn't be bothered with the seduction part of the process, simply rape
them.  In either case I considered that the girl in question should be
grateful that I chose to fuck her tight little holes - what better use
could a little girl's holes be put to, after all?

   I was so eager to see Chloe again in fact that I found I had time to
kill and, on a whim, decided to return to the secluded glade where I had
anally raped the sunbathing little girl a few days previously.  I suppose
you could say that I was returning to the scene of the crime, though I
refused to consider what I had done a crime.  I was sure that the little
girl would by now be thanking me for introducing her to the delights of
anal sex - even though I had done it so brutally.

   When I entered the glade I was amazed to see that the girl was
sunbathing there again, in exactly the same place.  She was lying on her
back this time and had discarded her light-blue bikini top.  Her eyes were
closed and I was able to carefully approach her without making a noise - I
wanted to observe her for a while before deciding what to do.

   The first thing I realized was that she was younger than I had believed.
What I had thought were her budding breasts were in reality little more
than puffy nipples - she may have been 10, but certainly no older.  She was
a thin child - almost skinny - and this made her look vulnerable and
waiflike.  I was almost angry with myself for having raped her - almost but
not quite!  She wasn't conventionally pretty though her pale face with its
scattering of freckles was certainly attractive.  It seemed strange that
she had returned to the very place where she had so recently been violated
- and yet I too had returned as though I knew that I was destined to meet
this delicate-looking little girl again.

   As I stood by her side, studying every inch of her thin but lovely body,
she opened her eyes and looked up at me.  She lifted herself onto her
elbows, giving me a shy, sweet smile, seemingly undismayed by the sudden
appearance of a stranger by her side.  I assumed that she was unaware that
I was the one who had raped her, as I had taken care to hide my face from
her - but I decided that she ought to be put in the picture.

   "What's your name, you sexy little thing?" I said.

   I half expected her to put her top back on as I was so openly looking at
her coral-pink nipples, but she seemed untroubled by my lustful gaze.

   "Eve," she replied softly, a faint blush spreading over her wan cheeks.

   "How old are you, Eve?"

   "Nine," she said, looking at me with her pretty hazel eyes.

   "We've met before, sweetheart - though you may not realize it."

   Her blush began to deepen and I was sure that she had begun to realize
the meaning of my words.

   "Does your bottom hurt, Eve?" I asked.  "I'm sure it must do."

   Her eyes widened and she lifted herself higher.

   "It was you!" she said, though not in a particularly accusing tone. 
"You made my bum really sore!"

   Again there was no sense of complaint in her soft, lilting voice - she
was merely making a statement of fact.

   "I couldn't help myself," I said.  "Sexy little girls who insist on
sunbathing in skimpy bikinis must expect to be molested - I imagine that's
why you did it in the first place!"

   "I didn't!" Eve protested, though a smile still lingered on her face and
I could see that she was pleased I had said she was sexy.

   "Let me have a look at your bumhole then, Eve," I suggested, "so I can
see what damage I've done."

   I expected her to protest in earnest then, but she readily turned over
and knelt with her head on the grass and her bottom poking upwards.  I
slipped her bikini bottoms down her legs and spread her bum cheeks to
expose her tiny anus.  The tight pink pucker that had so delighted and
excited me previously was now somewhat reddened and sore-looking, but still
intensely arousing.  I sat down and lightly eased the tip of my tongue into
her abused hole and heard her groan with pleasure.

   "More?" I asked, having little doubt of what the answer would be.

   "Yes!  Oh, yes, please!" Eve moaned, pushing her bottom against my
probing tongue.

   I set to work with vigour then, thrusting my tongue as far as possible
into her anal ring.  I sensed that she was trying to relax the sphincter in
order to help me and wondered just how sexually innocent she was.  I had no
doubt that I had been the first to pleasure her anally but suspected that
someone else had already skewered her virgin cunt.

   As I continued to tongue Eve's saliva-smeared anus I slid a finger into
her vagina and, receiving no complaint, added another.  There was no sign
of her hymen and I was convinced that she was regularly taking hard cock
where my fingers were now.  This made me angry with her - unreasonably so,
as she had the right to surrender her cunt to whoever she liked and may not
have had much choice in the matter anyway.

   Unreasonable or not, my anger grew as Eve squirmed against my thrusting
fingers and as it grew so did my cock and I knew that I had to show her
that her bottom belonged to me from now on.  When my bloated knobhead
touched the little slut's arsehole she squealed with joy and continued
squealing as I teasingly eased it into the grip of her sphincter and then
withdrew it again.

   "Please!" wailed the 9-year-old beseechingly.  "Please!"

   "Please what?" I demanded.  "Please fuck my tight little bumhole with
your big, fat pedo cock?"

   "Yes, yes!" Eve screamed, pushing her bum against me as I once again
slid my knob end into her.

   "Say it then, you hot little bitch - tell me what you want!"

   "Please fuck my tight little bumhole with your big, fat pedo cock!"

   I gave Eve what she craved then - and in my experience what most little
girls crave.  If anything, I buggered her even harder this time - she was
in the perfect position and I took full advantage of that.  For the first
few minutes I fucked about half the length of my cock into her but then I
began to penetrate her fully and deeply, my balls slapping against her bum
with every stroke.  I fucked her so hard that I developed a deep burning
pain in my shaft, or perhaps it was pleasure that had become so intense
that it seemed like pain.  In any case, seconds later I blasted the
9-year-old's rectum with stream after stream of hot cum and I collapsed
onto the grass and pulled her on top of me.

   "You love my hard cock in your bottom, don't you, you dirty little
girl?" I said, squeezing Eve's plump little bum cheeks.

   "It's the best thing in the whole world!" she enthused.

   "Even better than taking hard cock in your pussy?"

   Eve rested her head on my chest then and was silent for a moment.

   "I love it when you fuck my bottom," she said at last, "but I love it
when daddy fucks my pussy as well!"

   "So daddy's the lucky man is he?  Well just remember, my darling little
slut, that your bottom belongs to me now.  I don't mind your daddy
buggering you but I expect him to ask my permision before he does so -
remember to tell him that."

   I left Eve then, after giving her my phone number, and hurried off to
meet Chloe.  As I left the glade I turned round and waved and Eve waved
back before returning to her sunbathing.  I feasted my eyes on her lovely
immature body again, knowing that she was destined to play an important
part in my life.

   - - - - o o O o o - - -

   A few minutes later I was sitting on a grassy bank waiting for Chloe. 
When 10 o'clock came and went I began to think that she wasn't coming but
then I saw her strolling through the trees and my heart leapt.  Almost
immediately that sense of elation vanished when I saw that the 7-year-old
was holding the hand of a slim young woman in tee-shirt and jeans - her
mother, I assumed.

   I was tempted to slip away before they arrived - I was sure that they
hadn't seen me yet.  Yet there was no sense that here was an enraged mother
about to angrily accuse me of molesting her child.  I could hear Chloe's
laughter on the still summer air and the young woman seemed to be in an
equally good mood.

   Just as encouraging was the fact that as Chloe came closer I could see
that she was wearing tight shorts and a skimpy top, as I had requested. 
The gauzy top was even sexier than I had hoped, edged with lace and baring
her midriff.  Hardly the kind of outfit that a mother would dress her
daughter in when bringing her to confront a pedophile!

   Suddenly they were standing in front of me.  Chloe grinned at me but
didn't say anything.  The young woman smiled at me, rather nervously I
thought - as though she was more anxious than me about what would happen
next.

   "I'm Justine - Chloe's mum," she said.  "Chloe was so excited yesterday
when she came in.  She told me all about the man who had pounced on her and
sexually abused her - I just had to meet you!"

   There was a brightness in Justine's eyes and a hectic flush on her
cheeks which told me that she was highly aroused.  She was still holding
Chloe's hand and turned to look at the little girl lovingly.

   "I tried to dress Chloe as you wished - I hope she looks as sexy to you
as she does to me!"

   "Oh, yes - incredibly sexy!" I agreed.  "Perhaps her shorts could be cut
a little higher at the back so that her bum cheeks show a little more -
otherwise she looks the perfect little slut!"

   Justine beamed at me, clearly pleased by my compliment.

   "I hope that's what she'll prove to be for you, David!  Perhaps you'd
like to come home with us now and discuss the matter?"

   She turned then and I followed mother and daughter towards the gate that
led to their home, my eyes fixed on Chloe's delightful bottom.

   - - - - o o O o o - - -



   Part 2

   Justine settled herself in a large black leather armchair and looked
curiously at me as I sat across from her.  Chloe sat by my side on the
sofa, holding my hand - I could sense the 7-year-old gazing at me adoringly
as I talked to her mother.

   "I've always wanted to meet a pedophile," said Justine frankly.  "I mean
the type of predatory pedophile who preys on innocent little girls and
takes great delight in sexually abusing them.  You're not at all what I
expected!"

   "I suppose most pedophiles look pretty much like anyone else," I said
with a laugh.  "In fact, I would contend that many men, and women, have a
sexual interest in children.  The difference is that they tend to subdue
their desires, or pretend that they don't exist at all - whereas I have
embraced mine and spend most of my time seeking to satisfy them."

   "Were you involved in the abduction of those two little girls last week?
The two who were enticed into a car by a gang of men and then taken into a
wood and raped."

   Justine leant forward, her eyes bright with excitement.  Her small
pointed breasts pressed against the thin material of her tee-shirt and I
could see that her nipples were hard.  I toyed with the idea of falsely
admitting to the rape and giving Justine a graphic description of what I
had done to the two girls but decided against it.

   "No, I wasn't involved in that," I said.  "I always work alone.  I know
one of the girls, though - a provocative little slut who was asking for it
in my opinion."

   "What if they start cruising the streets in search of more victims?"
asked Justine breathlessly.  "Chloe could be next - she's just the kind of
pretty little thing they're on the lookout for."

   "You don't seem particularly worried by the possibility," I said,
noticing the hectic flush on her cheeks.

   "I am really," Justine replied with a smile.  "It's just that I often
fantasize about Chloe being abducted by a gang of perverts and dragged into
a wood and brutally raped.  I imagine her struggling in the grip of strong
hands and her screams of distress as she's stripped naked and violated
mercilessly - but every time she finally comes to enjoy the rape and to beg
for more, even as streams of cum are running from her pussy and anus and
mouth!"

   Chloe squeezed my hand tightly as Justine described her vivid fantasy
and I looked down at her, wondering how it had affected her.  To my
surprise, she seemed as aroused as her mother, judging by the way her tiny
nipples were beginning to poke through her gauzy top.

   "Chloe's heard all this before," Justine said, noticing the concern in
my face as I looked at the 7-year-old.  "We often talk about it, don't we,
darling?  On her last birthday, when I asked what she wanted for a present,
she told me very insistently that she wanted a man - a man who would
thoroughly sexually abuse her while I watched."

   "I've got one now, haven't I, Mummy?" said Chloe happily, pressing
herself against me.

   "I certainly hope so!  If you want to use my darling little girl as your
whore, David, then you have my full permission.  No doubt you intended to
molest Chloe again anyway, but now there's no need to make secret
assignations with her - you have an open invitation to come over here
whenever you want and abuse her."

   "I aim to take full advantage of your kind offer, Justine," I said,
putting my arm around the 7-year-old's tiny waist and pulling her against
me.  "I must warn you, though, that I will be treating Chloe very roughly
on occasion.  I know you've fantasized about her being raped but that, in
effect, is what I will be doing to her before I leave today.  I really
should spend some time opening her cunt up before I fuck her but she's such
a sexy little whore that I can't wait to get inside her!"

   I wanted to make it plain to Justine from the start that I intended to
use Chloe as and when I wished.  Once before, in the early years of my
marriage, I had started a relationship with a young woman as a way of
getting access to her daughter.  When I finally persuaded her to let me
molest her 8-year-old, she soon protested that I was using the little girl
too roughly.  I needed to make it clear to Justine that I expected to be
able to abuse Chloe without restriction.  Although I would take no pleasure
from hurting the 7-year-old, I firmly believed that a little girl's first
duty was to satisfy her abuser's desires - her own gratification was of
secondary importance, although in my experience most children soon come to
enjoy being molested.

   "Chloe tells me that you promised to smack her bottom today," said
Justine, running the tip of her tongue against her lower lip as though in
delighted anticipation of the possibility.  "I sincerely hope that you
intend to keep that promise!"

   "I've already explained to the sweet litle slut that I will be
disciplining her on a regular basis from now on - I always like to give the
little girls I'm abusing a good slapping now and then to show them who's
the boss."

   "Quite right, too!" said Justine enthusiastically.  "Shall I undress
Chloe now?  I'm aching to see you redden her little bum cheeks."

   "Please do!" I said and watched as she eagerly stripped the 7-year-old
and bent her over the cushioned armrest of the sofa.

   "Is that how you want her?" Justine asked.  "I thought you could give
her a good whacking and then fuck her from behind."

   "How difficult do you think it's going to be for Chloe to take this in
her tight little twat?" I said, proudly pulling my stiff cock from my open
zipper.

   Justine swallowed nervously as she took in the length and girth of my
pulsing erection but managed to give me a confident smile.

   "Well, it will certainly make her eyes water, David!  She can just about
take my vibrator in her pussy, though even that's a tight fit - I'm not
sure how she's going to cope with such a huge cock!"

   "We'll soon find out, won't we - after I've given the little tart a
thorough spanking."

   "Can I warm her up for you?" said Justine, eyeing the 7-year-old's
lovely bare bottom.

   "Sure!  Slap the back of her legs for me and then I'll give her arse a
good walloping."

   Justine lifted her hand high and brought it down sharply on the back of
Chloe's right thigh, whooping jubilantly when the little girl cried out in
pain.

   "That's just for starters, Chloe - wait till I really get going!"

   She continued to slap the back of the 7-year-old's legs, gradually
increasing the tempo and strength of the blows until Chloe was wailing in
distress.

   "That's it!" I cried exultingly.  "Really lay into the lovely little
whore!"

   I looked on with approval until Justine began to tire and then eagerly
took her place and began to vigorously spank Chloe's adorable little
bottom. Every time the flat of my hand landed on the soft warm flesh of her
bum cheeks, I could feel the blood surging into my already rock-hard cock.
I generally find that an element of sadism becomes an integral part of my
sexual relationships with children - slapping them until they cry out in
pain arouses me tremendously.  To those who may find this distasteful, I
would say in my defence that children often come to accept a regular
beating as an enjoyable part of being abused, provided it is not too
severe. Indeed they frequently become aroused themselves - something which
initially astounded me but which I now take for granted.

   "Stop that caterwauling, Chloe!" I commanded, giving her reddened bottom
a few final slaps.

   The 7-year-old sniffled loudly but made an attempt to subdue her sobs as
I slipped my knobhead between her pussy lips and eased it into her vaginal
entrance.  I wasn't at all surprised to find that her slit was slippy with
her juices and that as I thrust into her fiercely she cried out as much
with rapture as with pain.

   "Remind me to spank the horny little bitch every time I fuck her," I
said to Justine.  "It juices her twat up very nicely indeed!"

   So nicely in fact that after a dozen or so preparatory strokes I was
able to penetrate Chloe deeply, though I had to use her somewhat brutally
to do so.  Her immature vagina held my thrusting cock in an exquisitely
tight grip as I pounded her mercilessly, encouraged by her extremely
aroused mother.

   "Rape the sexy little bitch, David!" urged Justine.  "I want you to hurt
her - I want to hear her screaming!"

   By this time Justine had her wish, for the 7-year-old began to howl
piercingly when I pistoned my throbbing cock even harder into her as I
reached my orgasm and filled her tiny belly with my hot seed.  As I
withdrew my cum-sticky shaft from between her bruised and swollen labia,
semen was already oozing from her reddened slit.

   "Lick the little whore out!" I commanded Justine curtly, and was
delighted to see that she obeyed me without demur, falling to her knees and
thrusting her tongue into the 7-year-old's cummy slit.

   I was even more delighted when I saw Chloe's look of dismay when she saw
me tuck my softening prick into my trousers and head for the door.

   "Mummy - David's going!" she wailed.  "Tell him he's got to stay - I
want him to rape me again!"

   Justine lifted her semen-smeared face from the 7-year-old's cunt and
gave me a smile.

   "You will at least come again soon and abuse Chloe, won't you, David?"

   "In the next day or two, without fail," I promised.  "I must get home
now, though - I have a little girl of my own to abuse!"

   - - - - o o O o o - - -

   As soon as I opened the front door I could hear Poppy's ecstatic moans
coming from upstairs.  I immediately assumed that my wife was pleasuring
her but then I heard Joan talking on the telephone in the living room and
when she came out into the hallway I looked at her questioningly.

   "I phoned mum while you were out," she explained.  "She's thrilled to
bits that you've decided to use Poppy as your slut.  She begged me to let
her give me a hand opening up Poppy's cunthole - well, a finger or two,
anyway!  You don't mind, do you?"

   "No, of course not.  She helped to debauch you, after all, so it's only
right that she does the same for her granddaughter!  Who was that on the
phone just now?"

   "The father of that little girl you raped - he said his name was Frank
Chambers."

   "I hope he's not after my blood - some fathers can get unreasonably
angry when you violate their children!"

   "He didn't seem upset at all - or if he was, he was hiding it very well.
I got the impression he was rather amused by something."

   I got the same impression when I spoke to Frank on the phone a minute
later and hesitantly tried to explain how I had been unable to refuse the
opportunity to anally rape his 9-year-old daughter.

   "Don't worry about it, David!" he said.  "I saw how Eve was dressed when
she went out to sunbathe - the little slut was asking for it!"

   "She didn't enjoy it so much the first time I buggered her - I was a
little rough with her I'm afraid.  Today she absolutely loved it, though -
and I must say that your little girl has the most exquisitely tight
bumhole!"

   "I'll have to take your word for that, David.  I've just this minute
attempted to sodomize Eve for the first time but she was having nothing of
it.  She's adamant that her arsehole belongs to you and that I need your
permission before I'm allowed to bugger her!"

   As Joan had said, he seemed more amused than angry by his predicament,
though there was an undertone of irritation in his voice.

   "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement, Frank," I said, trying to
mollify him.  "I'm more than happy to give you permission to arse-fuck Eve
- if you're willing to come over here and help me out with my little girl."

   "Help you out how, precisely?" asked Frank avidly.

   "Poppy is 6-years-old and as sexy a little slut as you could wish to
meet - and any minute now I'm going to cunt-fuck her for the first time. 
If you could get over here straight away, we could give her sweet little
pussy a really good hammering between us, don't you think?"

   In answer, Frank tersely asked me for my address and then slammed the
phone down.  Minutes later I heard a car screech to a halt and then the
peremptory ring of the front door bell.

   "Just in time," I said to Frank in welcome as he strode eagerly into the
hallway.  "My wife and mother-in-law are upstairs with Poppy, warming her
cunthole up for us.  Judging by the appreciative sounds the little darling
is making, she's dying to be fucked - so if you'd care to follow me ...  "

   The sight that met us when we hurried into the main bedroom was a most
delightful one.  Joan and her mother were laying on the bed with Poppy
between them.  All three were naked, their clothes scattered over the
floor. The 6-year-old was writhing in apparent rapture as Joan and Betty
took it in turns to ram two fingers into her tight little twat.  When she
spotted me, her pretty little face lit up with pleasure and her smile
broadened even more when she saw that Frank and I were undressing.

   "I hope you and your friend are good and hard," said Joan.  "Poppy is
absolutely desperate to be fucked, aren't you, sweetie?"

   "I want to be your dirty little whore, Daddy!" cried the 6-year-old
eagerly.  "Just like mummy was for her daddy!"

   "I just know you're going to make a fine little slut for your daddy,"
said Betty tenderly, and then, raising herself on her elbow, she spat full
into Poppy's face.

   To my amazement, the 6-year-old looked at her grandmother lovingly as a
thick gout of sputum slid slowly down her cheek.

   "Thank you, Nanna!" she whispered, and it was then that I noticed the
other flecks and splashes of spittle decorating Poppy's face and neck.

   Apparently, Betty used spitting as a means of showing love and affection
and it was clear that she had passed this on to her daughter, for Joan now
discharged a thick wad of frothy saliva over Poppy's smiling face.

   "Spit on me, Daddy - please!" urged the 6-year-old, her mother's dribble
dangling from her nose and chin.

   Before I could do so, Betty took command of the situation, yanking
Poppy's legs apart and spreading her plump labia to expose the reddened
opening of her abused vagina.

   "Daddy and his friend can spit on you later," Betty said, "after they've
had sex with you.  Let's see how much of your daddy's hard cock you can
take in your tight little pussy!"

   I would like to say that what followed was the tenderly careful taking
of the 6-year-old's virginity, but in truth I was far too aroused to worry
too much about how much I was hurting Poppy.  Nor, on this first occasion,
did I spend much time on foreplay.  I simply climbed between her open legs,
entered her and gave her a thorough and somewhat rough fucking.  To her
credit, Poppy seemed to enjoy being taken violently - her cries of sheer
joy intensifying as I thrust into her with increasing fierceness.

   "Yes, Daddy - harder, Daddy - harder!" the horny little slut gasped as I
rammed my pulsing shaft deep into the silky clasp of her cunthole.  I
settled into a moderately fast rhythm, desperately trying to hold back my
orgasm.  For several minutes the bedroom rang with the sounds of Poppy's
ecstatic squeals, my loud grunts and the encouraging whoops of Joan and
Betty as they urged me to fuck the 6-year-old even harder.

   "You sweet little whore!" I cried euphorically when I finally emptied my
hot seed into Poppy's tiny womb.

   It seemed natural then to spit forcefully into her face and she
immediately rewarded me with a look of passionate love which sent a thrill
through me.  When I climbed off her she continued to hold her legs wide
open and gave Frank a welcoming smile as he positioned himself on top of
her and nudged his cockhead between her swollen labia.

   Joan and her mother came over to me as Frank began to pump his bloated
shaft into Poppy's tiny fuckhole and began to work on my softening cock.  A
succession of strokes and squeezes slowly brought it back to full erection
and by the time Frank had triumphantly emptied his balls into the
6-year-old's belly I was ready to take his place again.  Poppy greeted me
with a blissful smile, her moans of pleasure merging into each other as I
fucked her again, this time slightly less frantically.  Her eyes were
tightly shut, tendrils of dark hair plastered against her perspiring brow
and saliva oozing down her flushed cheeks.  I took my weight on my elbows
as I drove remorselessly into her cummy twat until I discharged another
load of thick semen into her immature womb.

   "Can you take it one more time, Poppy?" asked Joan as she fisted Frank's
cock back to full rigidity.

   The 6-year-old nodded enthusiastically though her cunt was looking very
sore - I wasn't surprised when she began to sob as Frank vigorously rammed
his tool into her again.  I decided then that Poppy had had enough for the
time being and when Frank had finished using her I carried the weeping
little girl to her own bed where she swiftly fell asleep.

   "Thanks for your help in making Poppy's deflowering such a memorable
experience for her!" I said to Frank as I went back into the main bedroom.
"I need hardly say that you now have my full permission to sodomize Eve."

   "That's very kind of you!" returned Frank, his expression once again one
of amusement.  "In return, perhaps you'd all like to come over to my place
soon and help my wife and I have some fun with Eve - and her 3-year-old
sister, Tammi."

   "I didn't know that Eve had a little sister - have you fucked Tammi yet
or is she perhaps a little young for that?"

   "A little, perhaps," agreed Frank, "though she's well used to having a
finger probing her little fuckholes.  Helen and I particularly enjoy
dressing Tammi in her pretty white dress and then pissing all over her
until she's absolutely drenched - if you'd care to come over some time when
you have a full bladder, you'd be very welcome."

   "That's an invitation I can't refuse - expect me in the very near
future!"

   - - - - o o O o o - - -

   A couple of days later, after drinking several glasses of orange juice,
I set off for Frank's house and was shortly being introduced by him to his
wife.  Helen was a statuesque blonde with a voluptuous figure who shook my
hand languidly as she gave me a penetrating look.

   "So you're the man who raped Evie's bottom," she said softly.  "It
wasn't exactly the way I had imagined her being introduced to anal sex but
you certainly seem to have made a big impression - in fact, Eve is
absolutely infatuated with you!"

   "She's as proud as anything to be your arse-bitch," said Frank.  "She
took some convincing when I told her I had your permision to bugger her -
but eventually she surrendered her sweet little bumhole to me!"

   "Here's the little slut now!" said Helen as the 9-year-old came into the
room with her 3-year-old sister.

   "Daddy says I'm a top-notch arse-fuck!" said Eve proudly as she climbed
onto my lap and hugged me.

   "I can second that without hesitation," I said, slipping a hand up her
short skirt and fondling her bottom.

   I looked across at 3-year-old Tammi who was quietly standing by her
mother's side, glancing at me shyly with her big blue eyes.  My throat
tightened as I saw how adorable she was - her short white sleeveless dress
was tight against her sturdy little body and made her look infinitely
desirable.

   "We have another little slut in the making here," said Helen, resting
her hand fondly on the 3-year-old's blonde curls.  "Frank and I hope that,
in return for allowing him regular use of Evie's bottom, you'll help us to
debauch her little sister - does that sound an attractive proposition?"

   "I think you can guess my answer to that!" I said excitedly.  "Frank did
mention the other day that you may be kind enough to let me - er - urinate
on Tammi."

   "I would positively encourage you to urinate on Tammi - she's such a
little piss-whore!"

   "In that case - as I drank rather a lot of orange juice before I came
here, in anticipation ...  "

   "Say no more, David!  Let's all go out in the garden - Tammi will be
delighted to be your toilet, won't you, sweetheart?"

   As soon as the 3-year-old heard the word `toilet' she smiled brightly
and followed her mother outside.  By the time Frank and I had joined them,
Tammi was standing in the centre of the small lawn, the yellowed grass at
her feet indicating that this wasn't the first time she had been taken
outside to be urinated on.

   "She's all yours, David," said Helen as I pulled my cock from my pants.
"That's right, Tammi - keep your eyes tightly shut and your mouth wide
open!"

   There was still a smile on the 3-year-old's cute little face as she
patiently waited for the stream of piss to hit her.  When my prick jerked
and a jet of steaming yellow urine splashed over the whole length of her
body, she positively beamed, opening her pretty mouth as wide as possible
as I directed the stream down her throat.

   "That's a good girl!" encouraged Helen.  "Swallow as much as you can -
show David what a darling little piss-slut you are!"

   Despite the 3-year-old's valiant attempts to do as her mother asked,
frothy urine was soon spilling from her mouth and running down her body,
plastering her thin white dress against her.  I accelerated that process by
aiming a strong jet against her chest and belly until she was totally
drenched.

   "Lift the little slut's dress up for me, Helen," urged Frank as he
hurriedly tugged his cock from his zipper.

   When she did so, he pissed on Tammi's tight white knickers until her
lovely bald labia showed pinkly through the urine-sodden, semi-transparent
material.  The 3-year-old looked absolutely adorable, her wet blonde curls
sticking to her face and her piss-soaked dress clinging tightly to her sexy
little body.

   "Lie down, Tammi!" said her mother urgently as she quickly stripped.

   While I was admiring Helen's curvaceous body, and noting that her shaven
pussy was almost as smooth as her daughter's, she squatted over the little
girl and released a powerful stream of piss over her, making the 3-year-old
giggle with delight.  When she lowered herself, squashing her prominent
mound against Tammi's face, urine sprayed everywhere and the 3-year-old
gurgled noisily as she tried to gulp down the hot salty fluid.

   "If you want to spunk on Tammi's slutty little face, you're more than
welcome, David," invited Helen as she stood up, a final dribble of urine
trickling from between her fleshy cunt lips and splattering against the
3-year-old's closed eyes.

   Frank was already kneeling by his daughter's head and I quickly joined
him.  Together we wanked over Tammi's pretty face and squirted creamy jets
of semen over her hair and nose and cheeks, the gooey fluid melting slowly
into the glaze of glistening piss coating her smiling features.  Eve, who
had been quietly watching, wriggled her slim body between us and began to
lick up the sticky mess from her little sister's face before sucking it to
the back of her throat and swallowing it noisily.

   "They make a pretty pair, don't they?" said Frank as Eve gave the
3-year-old a lingering kiss on the mouth.

   "As pretty a pair of sluts as I've seen in a long time," I agreed. 
"When are you planning to fuck Tammi, if you don't mind me asking."

   "Meaning, when do you get the chance to fuck her!" laughed Helen. 
"Don't worry, David, you won't have to wait very long.  Tammi already
enjoys having two fingers worked into her bottom - I guess that in a few
months time she'll be ready to try an inch or two of hard cock.  I'm sure
you can wait until then - after all, you're not exactly short of other
little girls to abuse in the meantime!"

   Helen was right, of course - there was no need to be greedy.  Poppy,
Chloe and Eve were all eager for me to use them as my sluts, and I was also
looking forward to my assignation with Susie and Lee, the two little girls
who had so enthusiastically greeted my proposition to take them into the
woods and do dirty things to them!

   It seemed strange to me now that I had once felt ashamed to be a
pedophile.  These days I could freely accept that I was an habitual child
abuser.  It made me happy and it made lots of prepubescent little girls
happy - what could possibly be wrong with that?  I was an unrepentant pedo
and proud of it!

   - - - - o o O o o - - -

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