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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Satisfying Jessica
Keywords: MMFF/g, inc, pedo



   Satisfying Jessica

   by David Stephens

   When my wife walked into the room with a young woman who was unknown
tome I was somewhat flustered, to say the least.  Given that I was in
theprocess of vigorously exploring my 6-year-old daughter's mouth with
mytongue, my confusion was perhaps understandable.  Jessica, of
course,couldn't understand why I had to suddenly break off our embrace
andmoaned in disappointed frustration.

   "This is Carol Delamere, David," explained my wife.  "I asked her to
talk to us about Jessica, if you remember?"

   The slightly exasperated tone in which Sara said this told me that she
assumed I'd totally forgotten our previous conversation.  To be more
accurate, I'd pushed it to the back of my mind, not wanting to thinkabout
its implications.  I remembered now that Carol was some kind of sex
therapist who Sara believed could give us valuable advice about our
relationship with Jessica, or rather the advisability or otherwise of
encouraging other members of our family to develop a similarly
intimaterelationship with her.

   "Hello, David!" said Carol, giving me a warm smile which was clearly
designed to set me at my ease.  "I'm so pleased to meet you at last - Sara
has told me all about the special love you both have for Jessica."

   She looked at the 6-year-old with fondness - albeit, it seemed to me, a
fondness with more than a hint of desire.

   "I must say," she added, "how delightful it was to discover you
French-kissing Jessica with such passion.  Little girls have such
sweet-tasting mouths, don't they?"

   "All of Jessica's holes have a delicious taste - particularly her lovely
little cunt!"

   For some reason I wanted to disturb Carol's cool demeanour but my
provocatively crude words failed to have the desired effect, eliciting only
an understanding smile.

   "David isn't convinced that you'll be able to help us with our little
problem," said Sara as she invited her friend to sit down.  "Or rather,
he's not sure that we have a problem at all."

   "I agree that it would be great if we could get your father involved
with Jess - I'm just worried that it could all go wrong and end in
disaster."

   "He'd prefer us to keep things as they are," explained my wife, "rather
than run the risk of spoiling what we've got."

   "That's understandable," Carol said, smilingly.  "However, the undoubted
benefits of Jessica developing a sexual relationship with her grandfather
are surely worth that risk."

   "It's a fact that David is finding it increasingly difficult to satisfy
Jessica's sexual demands," commented my wife, giving me a mischievous
smile.

   "To put it another way," I said, "Jess will gleefully take all the hard
cock I can give her and still beg for more!"

   Once more my crude words failed to perturb Carol, although I was
beginning to suspect that her composed manner masked her real nature -the
desire in her eyes as she gazed at Jessica was now palpable.

   The 6-year-old had up to now been frowning at the stranger who had
interrupted the wet tongue-kissing she so loved, but now she grinned at
Carol as she teasingly pushed her firm little bottom against my growing
erection.

   "My daddy says I'm a horny little bitch!" she declared proudly.

   "And what did mummy call you this morning when you climbed into bed with
us and sat on my face?"

   "A dirty little whore!" giggled Jessica delightedly.

   "I'm sure you're the perfect little whore for your mummy and daddy,"
laughed Carol, her eyes fixed on the 6-year-old's wriggling bottom. 
"Wouldn't you like to be your grandad's little whore?"

   "Of course she would!" I said brusquely, before Jessica could reply -
though her glowing smile was answer enough.  "We've established that Jess
is a randy little tart - there's no doubt that she'd happily open her legs
for Colin, always supposing he wanted her to, of course.  We already have
two kiddie-loving perverts in this family - it seems unlikely that Colin
could prove to be the third!"

   "Why not?" Carol calmly asked.  "Jessica is such a sexy little thing
that it's hard to imagine your wife's father not lusting after her, even if
he's careful to mask his desire."

   In truth I had to agree with Carol, though I was reluctant to admit it.
I suppose I wanted to keep sole ownership of my little girl's delectable
holes, despite acknowledging her need for additional sexual partners.

   "If you'll forgive me for asking," I commented tartly, "I don't quite
understand what your qualifications are for giving us advice in this matter
- I assume that your work as a sex therapist is concerned with adults?"

   "It used to be, though I've recently had several requests from Social
Services for help with children who have become sexually involved with one
or both of their parents."

   "But why should they request your help in particular - presumably there
are other competent therapists out there?"

   Carol glanced enquiringly at my wife and seemed to gain encouragement
from her understanding smile.

   "When I was Jessica's age I had already been having sexually intimate
relationships with both my parents and other members of my family for over
two years.  Much later I realized that the wonderful things that were done
to me from a very young age were routinely classified as sexual abuse -
something which I rejected then as I do now."

   "What about your Uncle James, though?" hinted Sara hesitantly.  "He
could certainly have been described as abusive, couldn't he?"

   "I really don't believe so," responded Carol.  "It's certainly true that
he hugely enjoyed slapping me about before he fucked me, but that was such
a major turn-on for him that it became one for me too, eventually.  He used
to bite me all over my body, as well, and that was such a thrill, even
though a rather painful one."

   "And that led to your initial contact with Social Services, didn't it?"

   "That proved to be a blessing in disguise, though it didn't seem so to
my parents at first!  I had a particular friend at school called Naomi and
one day I was showing her the love-bite Uncle James had given me just below
my left nipple.  I remember feeling so proud that he'd marked me in such an
intimate way and also the wondering look on Naomi's face as she softly
touched the purplish bruising around the bite.  Then I realized that my
form teacher, Miss Watson, was behind us and I heard her shocked gasp, and
suddenly I was in the headmaster's office."

   "It's a complicated story," said Sara confidentially, "but I'm sure
Carol won't mind me telling you that Miss Watson and the headmaster
eventually became her lovers."

   Carol smiled reminiscently.  "Those were wonderful times!  The Child
Care Officer my parents dealt with was surprisingly open-minded apparently,
although I didn't learn all the details until much later.  All I knew at
the time was that Mr Jenkins, after due consideration, was happy for me to
continue being the family slut.  He visited me at home a good dealafter
that and of course my parents encouraged him to use my body for his
pleasure.  That's how mum put it, anyway - dad simply urged him to 'stick
your cock into the little whore's sweet babyholes', with his usual
subtlety."

   "Which Mr Jenkins was soon doing with some regularity?" I suggested.

   "Oh, yes!" Carol agreed dreamily.  "I really used to look forward to his
visits.  He was a very attentive and considerate lover and he also took the
trouble to persuade Miss Watson and Mr Jackson, the headmaster, that
starting a sexual relationship with me would be beneficial for all
concerned."

   "That couldn't have been too difficult a task," I suggested with a
smile, slipping Jessica's panties down and pulling her bum cheeks apart to
display to Carol the wonderful sight of the 6-year-old's rosy-pink anal
pucker.

   "There appears to be semen seeping out of your daughter's bottom," Carol
commented, giving me a quizzical look.

   "I sodomized Jessica shortly before you arrived," I readily confirmed.
"She'd been pestering me for sex all morning and I try not to disappoint
the darling little slut."

   "Her anus is rather reddened and a little distended.  You must have
fucked her with a good deal of vigour - indeed with no small degree of
violence."

   There was nothing accusatory in Carol's tone of voice as she said this -
in fact her heightened colour suggested unequivocal approval.

   "Jessica prefers me to use her roughly," I explained.  "I often wonder
if that's typical of all little girls who are sexually active."

   "I would say so, definitely.  When I was Jessica's age I loved being
fucked as hard as possible and through my work I know of several little
cuties who are just the same."

   The flush on Carol's cheeks had deepened.  For the first time I realized
what a good-looking woman she was and I tried to imagine how she must have
looked as a 6-year-old.

   "Show him those photos, Carol," my wife suggested, as if she had been
reading my thoughts.  "She really was a sexy child, David."

   "They're not at all pornographic," the therapist cautioned as she opened
her handbag and gave me a dozen or so photographs.  "I have plenty that
are, though, at home, which I'll be happy to show you another time."

   The informal snaps of the 6-year-old Carol were certainly not
pornographic - but were undeniably erotic, showing the pretty, shy-looking
little girl in clothes which were clearly designed to display the seductive
loveliness of her immature body.  Ultra-short skirts and tight shorts
predominated, together with skimpy tops, and though there was some
diffidence in the way that Carol looked into the camera, there was also an
undoubted self-assurance apparent in her relaxed poses - here was a little
girl who was fully confident of her sexual attractiveness.

   "I was continually told from a very early age how pretty and sexy I
was," explained Carol.  "My parents soon encouraged me to watch them making
love and mum explained that dad was desperate to make love to me too."

   "He must have been," I murmured understandingly.  "You certainly were a
hot-looking little slut, Carol - if you don't mind me saying so!"

   "Not at all!  In fact I was about to pay the same compliment to Jessica.
Look at that sexy little bottom - I can quite understand why you sodomized
her this morning."

   My slutty little daughter giggled at this - a giggle which quickly
turned into a soft moan as I firmly worked my forefinger into her hot,
cum-oozing anus.  After thoroughly probing her rectum for a while I lifted
my semen-covered finger to Carol's lips with a smile.

   "It's still nice and warm," I commented temptingly as a creamy glob of
sperm formed at my fingertip.

   Carol needed no further encouragement, greedily taking my sticky digit
into her mouth and briskly sucking it clean with evident enjoyment.

   "More?" I enquired invitingly, accepting the therapist's glowing smile
as an affirmative.

   I continued to feed her my cum, Jessica moaning with pleasure at each
insertion of my finger into the welcoming embrace of her arsehole.

   "There's something very special about the taste of semen kept warm in a
little girl's bottom," mused Carol as she licked her lips.  "If we can just
persuade Sara's father to bugger his granddaughter, it would be interesting
to see if his sperm has its own particular flavour."

   I reiterated my belief that encouraging Colin to sexually molest
Jessica, enticing prospect though it was, would be too risky and could lead
to disaster.  Carol and Sara almost scornfully pooh-poohed my doubts and
proceeded to devise a plan which, they maintained, would inevitably result
in the 6-year-old's grandfather becoming her lover.  I somewhat unwillingly
found my scepticism being gradually overcome by their enthusiasm and was
soon looking forward to the time when Colin and I could penetrate Jessica's
vagina and anus simultaneously.

   "What we could really do with," said Sara reflectively, "is another cock
to plug Jess's sweet little mouth - I've no doubt that Dr Preston would be
more than willing to volunteer his services if we approached him."

   Dr Preston was an old family friend and had treated the 6-year-old's
usual childhood illnesses, becoming in the process a firm favourite of
Jessica, not least because he was so clearly captivated by her.

   "It's clear that he's got the raging hots for the child," Sara declared
confidently.  "When I take Jessica to the surgery, he can't take his eyes
off her - it's sheer lust and he does little to hide the fact."

   "Could we concentrate on perverting your father, for the moment," I
commented dryly, "before we approach Dr Preston, even though I've no doubt
he's desperate to get into Jessica's knickers!"

   "I'm not sure that 'perverting' is the right word to use," Carol said,
in a tone of mild reproof.  "The idea is to move Sara's father away from
the current orthodoxy concerning pedophilia and incest and to show him that
to fully express his love for Jessica, it's vital that he takes part in a
variety of sexual activities with her."

   "That's fine with me, as long as Colin and I get to skewer the little
darling's cunt and ass together."

   "First things first," said Sara with a smile.  "I'll phone dad now and
ask him to come over tonight - if things go as planned I've no doubt it
won't be very long before you get your wish."

   I still had my doubts, but I knew that once my wife had made up her mind
there would be no shifting her.  It was Sara who had initiated our own
sexual activity with Jessica and who had sought to convince me that we
needed assistance if the 6-year-old's increasingly urgent sexual demands
were to be satisfied.  I remembered with amusement how horrified I had been
when Sara had tentatively suggested that we take turns to masturbate our
then 4-year-old daughter and how my eventual assent had inevitably led to
me enjoying full vaginal and anal intercourse with Jess shortly after her
5th birthday.  I had to admit that Sara'soften-expressed wish to have her
father and Dr Preston join me in pleasuring Jessica was one which I was
finding increasingly enticing, even though it would mean me giving up
exclusive use of the little slut's fuckholes.

   "I'll come over again tomorrow, if I may," Carol said, "to find out if
our little plan had the desired result."

   "Please do," I responded warmly as I gently fondled Jessica's bare
bottom.  "And if you could remember to bring those pornographic photos of
yourself as a little girl, I would be most grateful!"

  
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   When, two years ago, Sara's father lost his wife to cancer, he began to
spend more time with us at our request.  I've always got on well with Colin
and so was happy to welcome him as a frequent visitor, despite the fact
that Sara and I were just then starting to introduce Jessica to the
delights of sex and so had to warn her that the exciting things we did
together had to be kept a secret from her grandfather.  In recent weeks,
however, Sara had allowed the 6-year-old to wear her customary slutty
outfits when Colin visited, instead of making her change into something
more decent, and this had proved a great success.  Colin had clearly
approved of his little granddaughter's scanty and revealing clothing,
though that approval was initially tacit - there was, though, a distinct
lasciviousness in the way he gazed at Jess which told its own tale.

   That lasciviousness was more apparent than ever when Colin walked into
our living room a few hours after Sara's phone call.  Jessica was wearing a
brief, white camisole top which only just covered her nipples and exposed
her midriff, together with a thin cotton miniskirt of the same colour which
accentuated the slim shapeliness of her bare legs.  Her mother had arranged
the 6-year-old's long, ash-blonde hair into a single plait which made her
look younger than ever and which somehow emphasized her childish innocence
as well as her sexual attractiveness.

   "Wow!  You're looking really pretty tonight, Jessica!" Colin enthused as
he sat in his usual armchair and looked at his young granddaughter with
avid interest.

   "To describe Jess as merely 'pretty' is hardly adequate," I suggested
with a smile.  "A few minutes ago I remarked to Sara that our daughter is
an incredibly sexy little bitch, and she fully agreed with me!"

   "Mummy says I'm a hot little slut!" chimed in Jessica, and dressed as
she was I sure Colin agreed with his daughter, though whether he was
prepared to admit it was another question.

   "I never thought I'd hear you say such things about your own child,"
Colin said quietly after a few moments hesitation, sounding shocked but in
no way appalled.

   "I fail to see what's so outrageous about referring to Jess as a sexy
little bitch!" I insisted.  "I was merely stating the patently obvious -
you surely can't deny that you find your granddaughter sexually attractive,
given the blatant desire in your eyes every time you look at her?"

   "I don't suppose I can deny that," Colin admitted with some reluctance,
after a short pause.  "I wouldn't normally admit to such a thing, but as
you've pressed me I must confess that I do find Jessica extremely
attractive - that is, um, sexually attractive."

   "To be honest with you, Colin, I would think there's something wrong
with you if you didn't.  Just looking at the gorgeous little slut dressed
like that gets me good and hard!"

   "How about you, Dad?" asked Sara.  "Are you starting to get an erection?
I really do hope so - it would be the greatest compliment to Jessica."

   "Well, as it happens, I am," admitted Colin, flushing with
embarrassment. "It's hardly surprising, given the conversation we're having
and with Jessica displaying herself in such a provocative manner!"

   "She does have the most adorable body, doesn't she, Dad?  There's
something about the unformed figure of a prepubescent little girl which
David and I find amazingly erotic."

   "I suppose I've thought the same way for some time, without being able
to acknowledge the fact.  It wouldn't normally be wise to openly say so,
but there's no point now in refusing to accept the truth."

   "Can you see my knickers through my skirt, Gramps?" asked Jessica
hopefully as she slowly twirled around.

   "Yes, indeed I can, sweetie.  They're such a tiny pair of knickers,
aren't they?  You look so, erm, sexy with them showing through your short
skirt - sexy and, um ...  "

   "Slutty?" I suggested with a smile.

   "Well, yes, that's an accurate description, David, but I'm not sure if
you and Sara should be referring to a sweet little girl like Jessica as a
'bitch' and a 'slut'."

   "Why not?" asked Sara, slightly brusquely.  "Jess and I adore being
called 'bitch' and 'whore' and 'slut' by David!  He isn't being abusive at
all - he's simply emphasizing the fact that he owns us body and soul and
that our main concern must always be to please him.  I firmly believe that
a wife should always be her husband's faithful bitch and accept his
authority over her in all areas of a marriage."

   "And I believe," I said, "that the father/daughter relationship should
be of a similar nature.  It's completely natural for a man to lust after
his daughter and she should be taught from an early age that it's her duty
to satisfy his sexual needs.  Even after her marriage, she should continue
to be sexually submissive towards her father as well as her husband."

   "I would have so loved for you to use me as your whore, Daddy, when I
was a little girl," Sara declared boldly, causing Colin's flush to
immediately deepen.  "I don't suppose you were ever attracted to me in that
way, but ...  "

   "Oh yes, I was!" interrupted Colin.  "Even when you were a toddler I had
improper thoughts about you which disturbed me for a good while - until I
decided to enjoy the fantasies which developed from them, knowing they
would never become reality.  Your mother, bless her soul, was always
prudish about sexual matters and so there was no way I could discuss my
feelings for you with her."

   "I don't suppose you still have improper thoughts about Sara?" I hinted,
confident of what his answer would be.

   "Don't I just!  Sara would blush crimson if she knew what I imagine
doing to her in my sexual fantasies."

   "I doubt that," I replied dryly.  "It's extremely difficult to make your
daughter blush about such things - she really is the consummate whore."

   Sara laughed delightedly.  "Thank you, darling!  I try my best!"

   "I wish you'd had the nerve to wear something in your usual slutty style
tonight - I'm sure your father would enjoy seeing you dressed like a common
tart next time."

   "Would you really, Dad?" Sara asked imploringly.  "Do say yes - it would
mean so much to me!"

   "In that case, I suppose I have to say yes - not that there was ever
anychance of me saying no!  If I may make a request, could you wear sexy
knickers which show through a tight, clingy skirt, like Jessica?"

   "Of course, Daddy!"

   "I would prefer you to go braless, of course.  You have lovely breasts,
Sara, and I would adore to see your stiff nipples poking through a skimpy
top."

   Colin's embarrassment had clearly subsided to a great extent!

   "My nipples get stiff as well," piped up Jessica, clearly eager to
regain her grandfather's attention,"when mummy and daddy rub them and pinch
them and suck on them!"

   "Why don't you take her top of and see if you can harden her little nips
up," suggested Sara, laughing at her father's shocked expression, "while I
pop upstairs and change into something indecent for you?"

   "Why not, indeed?" muttered Colin, the bulge in the crotch of his
trousers more evident than ever as Jessica turned around to allow him to
fumblingly unfasten her lacy camisole top.

   His nervousness was apparent as he clumsily removed the flimsy top and
allowed it to flutter to the floor.  Jessica quickly slid on to his lap and
nestled against him, taking his right hand between both of hers and lifting
it to her bare chest invitingly.  Hesitatingly at first, and then with
growing confidence, he circled the tip of his forefinger around the soft
pinkness of the 6-year-old's left nipple and then quite firmly tweaked it,
repeating the process with increasing force until she began to cry out,
more with excitement than pain, as her subsequent giggles made evident.

   "Pinch me harder, Grandad!" begged Jessica, arching her back against him
as he urgently twisted her stiffening nipple until tears welled into her
eyes and spilled down her flushed cheeks.

   "Don't let the little slut's teardrops put you off, Colin," I cautioned,
as he hesitated at the sight of her flushed, wet cheeks.  "Making Jessica
weep is generally a sign that you're doing something right!  I should get
to work on her other nipple - I think I hear Sara on her way down."

   Colin obediently turned his attention to the 6-year-old's right nipple,
squeezing it between finger and thumb with some severity and causing her to
cry out piteously as her mother came back into the room.

   "Ah, the sweet, arousing sounds of a little girl being vigorously
pleasured!" Sara sighed, smiling at her father.

   She stood before him in a matching sky-blue top and skirt, whose brevity
and near-transparency wonderfully displayed her ravishing body, turning
round to show him the clearly discernible outline of her panties.

   "You shameless slut!" Colin exclaimed huskily as he continued to
urgently tweak Jessica's erect nipples.  "I never thought I would ever see
you dressed like a common whore - though I must say the most adorable,
desirable whore imaginable!"

   "Do you really find me desirable me, Daddy?" Sara asked anxiously. 
"Surely not as desirable as Jessica?"

   "I think you're both incredibly sexy bitches, to use David's phrase. 
I'm still getting used to having such feelings about my own daughter but I
must say that the filthy slut look suits you admirably!"

   To say that Sara was pleased by her father's admiring comments would be
to greatly underestimate her evident delight - her face positively glowed
with elation.  Colin's unashamed lust for her was no doubt gratifying to my
wife but for the time being I wanted to promote his lust for little Jessica
and I therefore winked at the 6-year-old as a sign that she should continue
with our agreed plan.  Her response was immediate.

   "Mummy, I feel sore down here - will you rub some cream on me?"
Jessica's hand had strayed under the waistband of her skirt and between her
legs to indicate the area of the supposed soreness and I noted the look of
shocked excitement on Colin's face when Sara knelt down and began to
unfasten the skirt.

   "Let's have a look, shall we, darling?  You're not embarrassed are you,
Dad - I'm sure you must be dying to have a look at Jess's sweet little
pussy!"

   Colin tried to respond but after stuttering incoherently contented
himself with a decided nod of the head before passing the 6-year-old over
to his daughter.

   "Let's just slip your skirt and knickers off, sweetie," murmured Sara.
"She is looking quite tender, isn't she, Dad?"

   In fact, although Jessica's professed soreness was a ploy, her labia
were somewhat puffy and reddened, due to the increased regularity with
which I had been fucking her recently.  With an impish smile, she lifted
her legs to her chest and allowed them to fall apart in a manner which was
somehow both innocent and lewd.

   "Would you like to massage some of this into Jess's darling little
cunt?" my wife added, handing her father a tube of cream.

   Still speechless, Colin squeezed a dollop of the salve on to his fingers
and tentatively smeared it over the plump smoothness of the 6-year-old's
vulva as she sighed with pleasure.

   "Rub it in harder, Dad," Sara laughed.  "You'll know you're doing it
right when the little slut starts squealing!"

   Colin began to vigorously circle his fingertips against Jessica's
pouting pussy lips, continuing with increased energy when she responded
with enthusiastic moans.  As he did so, Sara twisted the 6-year-old's erect
nipples with some force, knowing from experience that this would enhance
her rapidly approaching orgasm.

   "Work a finger into her slit now," I hinted after a while.  "The little
darling's cunt hole should be nicely juiced up and relaxed by now - a good
hard fingering seems to be called for to finish her off."

   Colin adopted my suggestion with gusto, probing eagerly between
Jessica's labia as her appreciative moans increased in pitch.  His finger
slipped easily inside her and he began to thrust it urgently into her hot,
greasy hole, encouraged by the 6-year-old's ecstatic yelps.  There was
something particulary arousing in the contrast between my father-in-law's
gnarled, swarthy finger and the smooth pinkness of Jessica's mound - for
the first time I was watching another man fingering my little girl and the
experience was proving to be highly seductive.

   "Do it to me, Grandad!" Jessica squealed desperately.  "Do it to me -
fuck me, Grandad!  Please, please, fuck me, Grandad!"

   "Oh, God, yes!" Sara cried.  "Fuck the horny little slut, Daddy!  She
needs your cock so badly - give it to her good and hard!"

   "She's only a child!" Colin moaned unhappily, even as his free hand
moved towards his zipper.

   "A child who's begging you to ravish her!" I returned, as Colin
continued to feverishly finger-fuck the 6-year-old.  "She's had my cock in
her pussy countless times this last year - it's high time you shafted the
randy little whore!"

   "Help him, David," Sara instructed, seeing her father fumblingy trying
to free his bulging erection.

   I quickly unzipped Colin and pulled out his thickly-veined shaft,
feeling it hot and pulsing in my hand.  As he withdrew his gooey finger
from Jessica's hole, I manoeuvred his swollen cock head between her
reddened labia and into the loving embrace of her immature cunt.  All my
misgivings about allowing another man to enjoy her lovely body had
disappeared - now I longed to see Colin fuck my sweet darling as she loved
to be fucked, with aggression and passion.

   "She'll take almost your whole length," Sara commented eagerly, as her
father slowly eased his rock-hard cock into Jessica.

   It was a heavenly pleasure to watch my father-in-law cunt-fuck my
adorable 6-year-old daughter for the first time.  I had told Carol that
Jessica preferred to be used roughly and Colin certainly gave her no cause
to complain, fucking her with an almost brutal intensity which soon had her
screaming with pained delight and Sara whooping in appreciation.  His
distended, brick-red shaft pistoned repeatedly into Jessica's squelching
cunt as he grunted loudly, gripping her fiercely below the knees, while
Sara's busy fingers continued to pinch and pull at the 6-year-old's stiff
little nipples.

   Colin certainly had plenty of staying power, fucking Jessica with
unabated vigour for several minutes and bringing her to a wailing climax
before he finally unloaded his full balls into her trembling belly and
withdrew his sticky cock, leaving her with a red, swollen cunt which she
displayed with lascivious delight.

   There followed an energetic discussion between Sara and myself as to
whether it would be wise for me to sodomize our little girl next, given
that her anus still looked somewht sore following that morning's ass-fuck.
Sara, though of course eager to show her father how the 6-year-old adored
taking hard cock in her lovely bottom, argued that Jessica needed a day's
rest before more anal sex.  Colin and I put forward the opposing
conclusion, that a prickteasing slut like Jessica should willingly allow
herself to be fucked in any hole at any time, however sore she may happen
to be.

   Jessica settled the argument by tearfully begging her mother to let me
bugger her, persisting with her tears until Sara gracefully gave in,
herself guiding my bloated glans into the 6-year-old's tight anal pucker. I
ass-fucked her with some restraint at first, in deference to Sara's views,
but eventually my aching desire took hold and I began to ram my thick shaft
into the hot clutch of her bowels with increasing vehemence, her piercing
yells intensifying until I orgasmed fiercely and flooded her rectum with
pulsing squirts of hot semen.

   "We'll double-fuck the sweet little whore tomorrow," I declared, this
time receiving no opposition from Sara.

   "A triple-fuck would be even better, if we could arrange it," my wife
suggested smilingly, lifting Jessica's head so that she could lick my cock
clean.

   "We really need to have a serious talk with Dr Preston!  I can't imagine
that he would turn down the opportunity to pleasure Jess, even if we
restricted him to the use of her pretty mouth for the time being."

   When Sara came downstairs later, after putting Jessica to bed, the three
of us had an enjoyable discussion about the erotic appeal of little girls,
Colin openly admitting his longstanding desire for his granddaughter.  We
all agreed on the advisability of permitting Dr Preston to have sex with
Jess, Sara confessing that she herself would enjoy a tumble with the
good-looking doctor.

   "You really are a dirty slut, aren't you, Sara?" said Colin admiringly.

   "Thank you for your kind words, Daddy!  I would love to be your personal
dirty slut, if you'd only let me."

   "I think you can assume that I'll let you, with pleasure!  Get
yourclothes off, you sexy bitch, and open your legs for me!"

   Sara obeyed her father with alacrity and he proceeded to use her with
impassioned severity, stabbing his turgid cock into her cunt with an
unremitting force which soon had her squealing with joy.  I watched for a
while as I contemplated spunking on my wife's face, before creeping
upstairs to Jessica's bedroom.  The 6-year-old was fast asleep, her mouth
slightly open as she breathed softly.

   "Jessica, darling," I whispered in her ear, nudging my cock head against
her lower lip as I vigorously wanked.  "Wake up for a moment, sweetheart."

   Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled sweetly at me, even as I
ejaculated into her mouth.  She sucked the sticky mess to the back of her
throat and swallowed it with evident pleasure as her eyelids closed again.

   "Thank you, Daddy!" she murmured sleepily.

   "Goodnight, my darling little cumslut.  Sleep well tonight - tomorrow
your gramps and I are going to fuck you senseless!"

   The 6-year-old's smile deepened as she drifted asleep.

   The End

  
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