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 Author: David Stephens
Title: The Pedo Passions Of Reverend John
Keywords: MMMF/ggg, FF/gg, M/b, inc, pedo



   The Pedo Passions of Reverend John

   by David Stephens



   The Reverend John Bastable stepped out of the back door of the rectory
and breathed in the sappy fragrance of new-mown grass.  The spring breeze
whispered against the ivy-covered rectory walls and rooks cawed noisily
from the elm trees at the bottom of the extensive garden.

   "I love that smell - don't you, Olivia?"

   "Yes, Daddy - it always smells nice when Bill's used the mower on the
lawn."

   6-year-old Olivia took hold of her father's hand and smiled up at him.
She was a pretty, dark-haired little girl, looking very demure in a
cream-coloured blouse and knee-length, grey pleated skirt.  Long white
socks and black, patent leather shoes completed her ensemble - she was the
very picture of childhood innocence.

   "It's so good to see you looking like a young lady for a change!" said
John appreciatively.

   "I hate these clothes!" complained Olivia with a little moue of
distaste. "My skirt's not tight enough and it's too long - and this blouse
is really horrible."

   "It won't be for long, sweetie.  We need to be careful when we have
visitors - not everyone appreciates seeing little girls in the kind of
things that you usually wear."

   "But I thought you said your friend is a pervert?"

   "The Reverend Giles Wentworth a pervert?" laughed John as he led the
6-year-old across the lawn.  "I said that Giles told me in confidence that
he was having what he called inappropriate feelings for his 5-year-old
daughter, Sophie.  He's not acted on those feelings yet, as far as I know,
so it's probably unfair to accuse him of being a pervert on present
evidence.  He's coming over today to talk things over with me - I am his
oldest friend, after all."

   "Does he know that you like little girls?" asked Olivia with a twinkle
in her eye.

   "I don't know - he possibly suspects that I do.  He once caught me
leafing through a copy of *Lolita Lovelies* - I think I explained rather
unconvincingly that I'd confiscated it from one of the choirboys!"

   "I bet he'd like to see me in those new clothes that mummy bought for
me," persisted the 6-year-old.

   "No doubt he would, child," agreed John, "but his wife is coming with
him and I don't want you flaunting yourself in front of her - at least not
until I find out whether she also has so-called inappropriate feelings for
little Sophie."

   John opened a gate at the bottom of the lawn and he and Olivia strolled
onto the land belonging to Bill Rogers, a long-standing inhabitant of the
village whose gardening expertise was put to use by many of the locals.  He
mainly grew vegetables in his own garden and as John and Olivia approached
the cottage where he lived with his wife, Sonia, they saw him forking
through a small plot of land nearby.

   "Hello, Bill!" called out the 6-year-old cheerily - the gardener was a
favourite of hers.

   "Hello there, Miss Olivia!" answered Bill, a slow smile appearing on his
weather-tanned face.

   He was in his fifties with a spare, sinewy frame, and dressed in his
usual working garb of checked shirt and corduroy trousers of an
indeterminate colour.  Although he was balding and gave the impression of
being older than he was, he had an air of healthy vigour about him and was
able to work outdoors all day without showing apparent signs of tiredness.

   "You're looking very smart today, Olivia," said Bill after he had
exchanged greetings with her father.

   "Are you inferring that my daughter doesn't usually look smart?" said
John with a laugh.

   "Well, sir, she doesn't generally dress in her Sunday best, does she? 
When she came up to the cottage yesterday she had a skirt on which barely
covered her bottom and a skimpy little thing on top which showed her tummy.
Positively indecent, the wife said she looked - positively indecent!"

   As Bill pronounced these last words he gave the 6-year-old a look which
was very close to a leer and which seemed to suggest that he considered his
wife's assertion to be of an approving rather than condemnatory nature.

   "Well I'm afraid that Olivia will have to stay looking decent while the
Reverend Wentworth and his wife are with us.  Later on, though, I'm sure
she'd love to show you and your wife the new clothes that Cheryl has bought
for her."

   "That is definitely something to look forward to!" said Bill.  "I'm sure
your wife has chosen well.  I do like to see as much of Miss Olivia's
pretty legs as possible - in fact, I like to see as much of her bare skin
as possible!"

   "You'll just have to wait, Bill - I don't think you'll be disappointed."

   "That reminds me, Reverend - I've taken the liberty of buying Olivia a
little something myself, if you wouldn't mind stepping into the cottage for
a moment."

   Sonia Rogers greeted John and Olivia with the easy grace which was
habitual with her.  She was some ten years younger than her husband with
pleasantly handsome features and a svelte figure which she kept trim by
regular walks in the country.  Like Bill, she adored Olivia and her eyes
lit up as the 6-year-old, prompted by her father, reluctantly turned slowly
around to display her outfit.

   "You look as pretty as a picture, Olivia!"

   "That's what I told her," agreed John.  "She doesn't seem convinced,
though - she's dying to change into the slutty clothes that my wife picked
out for her in town."

   "Well, I must admit that - as fetching as Olivia looks now - I do prefer
her in something rather more revealing."

   "Indecently revealing, in fact?" suggested Jack with a wry grin.

   "Absolutely!" agreed Sonia, delving into a plastic bag.  "Bill spotted
these when he was out yesterday - perhaps Livvy would like to wear them
with her new things?"

   She handed John a tiny pair of flimsy white knickers with 'Sex Kitten'
printed on the front and was rewarded with an approving smile.

   "I hope you don't mind me buying underwear for Olivia, Reverend?"
queried the gardener hesitantly.

   "Not at all, Bill - it's most obliging of you!  I think he's entitled to
a big kiss, don't you, Olivia?"

   The 6-year-old leant over Bill as he sat in a fireside armchair and
enthusiastically pressed her mouth against his, only to remove it a few
seconds later and turn to her father with a quizzical look.

   "Is it alright to kiss with tongues, Daddy?"

   "I would have thought so, darling - Bill deserves a special kiss for
buying you those pretty knickers, doesn't he?"

   Olivia nodded smilingly and again kissed the gardener, this time
slipping her moist little tongue into his mouth where it entwined with his
lingeringly.

   "Goodness me!" gasped Bill when the kiss finally came to an end.  "I
must buy you underwear more often if I'm going to be repaid like that!"

   "I've given Bill a stiffie, Daddy!" cried the 6-year-old gleefully,
pointing at the prominent bulge in the crotch of the gardener's corduroys.

   "Well done, darling - I'm glad to see you've not lost your touch!"

   "I'm sorry, sir," muttered the gardener sheepishly.

   "There's no need to be," John reassured him.  "I know from experience
how arousing Livvy's kisses can be!"

   "We'd better get back, Daddy," hinted the 6-year-old.  "Mummy said not
to be long."

   "We'll be back later," promised John.  "Livvy can't wait to show you her
sexy new clothes!"

   "The wife and I can't wait to see her in them!" replied Bill fervently.

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

   As he and Olivia walked back to the rectory, John reflected on the
developing relationship between his family and the gardener and his wife
over the last year or so.  He and Cheryl regarded Bill and Sonia as their
close friends - something which had been true since they had moved into the
rectory two years before their daughter's birth.  Olivia had learnt to
regard the cottage as a kind of second home - a place where she was always
welcome.

   When John occasionally suspected that there was a decided air of lechery
about the way Bill and Sonia looked at Livvy, he assumed that he was
projecting his own desire for the little girl onto them.  He had managed to
control his passion for Olivia until her 5th birthday, when he had
commenced the highly enjoyable task of progressively debauching her,
enthusiastically helped by his wife.  Cheryl's eager assistance had
surprised him at first, given her initial resistance to his proposal that
they both develop a sexual relationship with Olivia.  However, once his
wife had quickly accepted that the 5-year-old hugely enjoyed being
molested, she willingly took part in the molestation and before long was
regularly encouraging him to penetrate the little girl.

   It was shortly after he had sodomized Olivia for the first time that she
ran up to the cottage one morning before he could remind her to change into
something more modest than the revealing clothes she customarily wore
around the rectory.  When he caught up with the 5-year-old, Bill and Sonia
were admiring the skimpy top which declared that she was a 'Grade A Slut',
meeting his embarrassed explanation with understanding smiles and making it
clear that they were excited rather than shocked.  Since then he had often
considered offering Olivia to the gardener and his wife, to be used at
their pleasure - without ever quite having the nerve to do so.

   He pushed these thoughts out of his mind when he saw Giles Wentworth and
his wife, Ruth, sitting at the white cast-iron table which stood by the
back door of the rectory.

   "Your wife is in the kitchen giving Sophie milk and biscuits," explained
Giles, prompting a thirsty Olivia to scamper indoors.

   John sat down opposite the young couple and chatted with them about the
usual pastoral matters while he considered whether he could safely bring
Sophie into the conversation in her mother's presence.

   "I'd better make it clear that I've told Ruth why I want to talk to
you," said Giles eventually, after a slightly awkward pause.

   "I see," John replied - a somewhat inadequate reply but the only one he
could come up with in his confusion.

   "Perhaps," he added after a moment, "you could say what exactly Giles
has told you, Ruth - this is rather a delicate situation, after all."

   Ruth looked at John openly, with none of his own confusion apparent in
her manner.  He had always thought her an attractive woman - her slight
figure in particular was very much to his taste - but at that moment she
looked positively bewitching.  There was an air of simmering sexual
excitement about her which he hadn't expected but was unmistakeable and
extremely beguiling.

   "My darling husband," began Ruth, "informed me a few days ago that he
has the hots for our baby girl!  Would you ever have believed, John, that a
clergyman - a respected pillar of the community - could admit to lusting
after his own 5-year-old daughter?"

   There was no sense of outrage in her voice - rather amusement blended
with the underlying sexual charge which John had already detected.

   "I didn't exactly put it like that," protested Giles mildly.

   "No, you expressed yourself rather more pompously as I remember -
something about the so-called inappropriate feelings you have for Sophie
and the difficulty you're having in preventing yourself from acting on
those feelings."

   "You don't sound exactly shocked, Ruth," John commented.  "I'm curious
as to why you refer to 'so-called' inappropriate feelings."

   "It's not something that I've felt able to talk about before, but I'm
not surprised that many fathers find their young daughters sexually
attractive - dad certainly felt that way about me."

   "The bishop?" exclaimed John, somewhat taken aback.

   "Yes - the bishop!" laughed Ruth.  "I know that dad often appears to be
a rather stern and authoritarian figure but he's always been a loving
father to me.  When I was about Sophie's age he used to come into my
bedroom and put his hand up my nightie and touch me in places that even
then I knew he wasn't supposed to.  It wasn't long before he was showing me
his erection and persuading me to give him what I believe in vulgar
parlance is known as a hand job."

   "And then ...  " prompted John.

   "And then - nothing, I'm afraid.  I've an idea that mother became
suspicious and so there were no more nocturnal visits from dad,
unfortunately."

   "You say unfortunately, so does that mean you're happy for Giles and
Sophie to have a sexual relationship?"

   "Up to a point, yes.  I have no problem with them indulging in intimate
touching and kissing - or with them masturbating each other - but one thing
inevitably leads to another and I'm not at all sure that a 5-year-old is
ready for sexual intercourse."

   "Though a certain photo I showed you this morning has perhaps persuaded
you to reconsider that opinion?" suggested Giles with a grin.

   Ruth reached into her handbag and pulled out a magazine which she opened
out on the table before John.

   "After Giles had discovered you looking at *Lolita Lovelies* he started
compiling his own kiddy porn collection - without my knowledge, of course.
I wonder if you'd care to comment on one particular photograph in this
month's issue of *Preteen Cumsluts*?"

   Ruth indicated the 'readers' daughters' section of the magazine where
the featured photo was of a naked 5-year-old seated on a hearthrug, her
legs wide apart and her smiling face liberally splashed with runny gouts of
semen.  Even through the obscuring mask of goo, Olivia's features were
unmistakeable.

   "I'm really proud of that shot," said John casually.  "The main focus is
obviously on Livvy's face but I also wanted to direct attention towards her
pussy - look how flushed and puffy the labia are and how they're parted to
show her sticky, bright pink gash!"

   "Giles and I had remarked on that ourselves," said Ruth dryly.  "We both
noticed how happy Olivia looks - despite the fact that you must have given
her a particularly thorough fucking to leave her little pussy looking so
sore and swollen."

   "Livvy loves being fucked hard - I've no doubt you'll find the same with
Sophie when you've broken her in.  There's no need to worry about her being
too young - a 5-year-old is well capable of taking hard cock in her little
holes, if Olivia is anything to go by!"

   The back door opened and the girls ran out into the sunshine, giggling
excitedly as Cheryl ushered them to the table.

   "Olivia wants to show you her sexy new clothes," she said.  "Sophie
didn't want to be left out, so she's changed into something a little more
revealing."

   The girls' laughter had subsided now and they stood shyly by the table
as three pairs of eyes gazed at them lasciviously.  Olivia was wearing
extremely brief denim shorts which exposed the lower half of her shapely
bum cheeks and a skimpy halter top which stated that she was 'Wet 'n'
Willing', while Sophie sported a black microskirt which barely covered her
bottom and a cropped top on which was inscribed an instruction to: 'Use Me
As Your Slut!'

   "I think it would be foolish to turn down such an attractive
proposition, don't you, Ruth?" said Giles, his voice thick with
barely-suppressed lust.

   "Positively idiotic," laughingly agreed Ruth.

   "Cheryl says I'm a sexy little thing!" piped up Sophie, having quickly
discovered how much she enjoyed the lecherous stares that her
scantily-dressed body attracted.

   "Both of you are sexy little things!" said Cheryl.  "Why don't you and
Giles take them up to the cottage, John, while I have a chat with Ruth - I
want to show her the books that we found useful when we started introducing
Olivia to sex."

   "Come on then, girls," said John briskly.  "Let's go and show Bill and
Sonia how deliciously slutty you both look!"

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

   "Don't you look hot stuff, Olivia?" declared Bill a few minutes later as
the 6-year-old preceded her father into the cottage sitting room.  "Who's
your pretty little friend?  She's another sexy piece of ass, I must say!"

   The gardener looked a good deal discomposed when Giles followed the
girls into the room and he began to offer a somewhat incoherent apology.

   "No explanation needed, Mr Rogers, I assure you," said Giles breezily.
"I'm pleased that you find my little girl so attractive - referring to her
a sexy piece of ass is an entirely acceptable way of describing her
charms!"

   "This is my friend and colleague, the Reverend Giles Wentworth,"
explained John.  "The sexy piece of ass is his 5-year-old, Sophie.  Giles
and his wife have decided - wisely, I believe - that it is perfectly
reasonable and appropriate for them to start a sexual relationship with
Sophie."

   "They intend to use the little lass as their slut, in fact?" hinted the
gardener, noting with interest the slogan on the 5-year-old's top.

   "Well, wouldn't you, Bill - if you had the opportunity?" asked Giles
smilingly.

   "Of course he would," put in Sonia.  "So would I - it would be a dream
come true to finger and tongue Sophie's sweet little holes ...  "

   "Before I stuffed them with hard cockmeat!" continued Bill, openly
leering at the 5-year-old in a way which both thrilled and disturbed her.

   "Perhaps it won't be too long before you're both doing just that, with
Olivia as well as Sophie," suggested John, causing his friend to raise an
interrogative eyebrow.

   "If Bill and Sonia consider allowing us to pleasure little Maisie," he
explained to Giles.

   John indicated a framed photo on the mantelpiece - a cherubic
3-year-old, the Rogers' only grandchild - registering with satisfaction
their marked interest when he made it plain that he was seriously proposing
that they sanction the debauchment of their darling granddaughter.

   "This will give you an idea of the kind of thing I have in mind for
Maisie," continued John, showing them Olivia's photo in *Preteen Cumsluts*.

   "Doesn't she look sweet!" said Sonia as she and Bill gazed intently at
the naked, cum-splattered 6-year-old.

   "Do you think that you could persuade your daughter that Maisie would
look just as sweet with semen dripping from her cute little face?  From
what you've said before, I understand that Joanna is something of a slut
herself."

   "Yes indeed, sir," agreed Bill cheerfully.  "It took me a while to
convince her that she craves to be a horny slut for her daddy, but she
knows who her holes belong to now - and she loves feeling my hard cock
pumping into them!"

   "Joanna's a good girl," confided Sonia.  "When she found Bill with his
hand in Maisie's panties, she simply undressed her so that he could feel
her up at his ease.  She accepts that Bill is going to have sex with Maisie
when he judges the time is right - now he'll just have to persuade her to
allow you two reverend gentlemen to pleasure the little darling."

   "That shouldn't be too difficult," Bill declared confidently.  "Joanna
knows very well that a sexy little slut like Maisie will need more than one
man to keep her satisfied!"

   "She certainly will if she's as perpetually horny as Olivia," agreed
John.  "While we're all here, it would perhaps be a good idea if Livvy
demonstrated just what a great little fuck she is."

   "I don't think you'll find Bill or myself taking issue with you there,"
commented Giles dryly.

   "Pick a hole, Bill," John invited as he helped the 6-year-old to
undress. "Livvy can accommodate you in her vagina, anus or mouth - the
choice is yours!"

   "I'll go for her pussy, then - though the other two options are also
extremely tempting!"

   "Could you phone the rectory for me, Sonia, and ask the ladies to join
us?" asked John.  "I particulary want Ruth to understand that the concept
of a 6-year-old thoroughly enjoying sexual intercourse is not just the
delusion of a pedophile!"

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

   When Cheryl and Ruth arrived at the cottage, somewhat breathless after
their hurried walk from the rectory, Sonia had already thoroughly fingered
Olivia's tight cunthole and satisfied herself that it had opened up
sufficiently to allow her husband to attempt penetration.  Looking at Bill
sitting naked in an armchair, handling his erection as he patiently waited
for Livvy to be handed over to him, Sonia couldn't help but doubt whether
the 6-year-old could really take his full length in her immature vagina. 
Olivia clearly had no such misgivings, perching on Bill's thighs with her
back against his chest and slowly lowering herself onto his engorged shaft.

   "Gently does it!" advised Cheryl as the 6-year-old positioned Bill's
bloated glans between her puffy labia.

   Ruth was entranced as she watched Olivia steadily impale herself on the
gardener's rigid cock.  All her preconceptions concerning the advisability
of such a young girl having intercourse faded away during the next few
minutes as the 6-year-old was gradually penetrated, her sweet little
opening stretching to its fullest extent as she struggled to accommodate
the urgent thrust of Bill's tool.

   "She wants it so much, doesn't she?" breathed Ruth, finally accepting
that a child as young as Olivia could indeed experience sexual pleasure
from full penetration.

   "You said that Livvy loved being fucked hard?" she added, looking at
John hopefully.

   "Let's put that to the test, shall we?" suggested Bill.

   He stood up slowly, the naked 6-year-old firmly embedded on his rampant
cock.  After placing Olivia gently on his wife's lap he proceeded to
subject her to a prolonged fucking, sometimes with full steady strokes
which had her moaning with bliss, sometimes with vigorous stabbing thrusts
which caused her to cry out piercingly.  Despite her wails, even the most
prejudiced observer could hardly claim that the 6-year-old was being
forcibly abused, particularly when the tempo of Bill's pistoning cock eased
of slightly and the tearful little girl begged to be fucked harder.

   "Daddy is going to love you like that, Sophie," Ruth whispered to the
5-year-old, reaching out to fondle her pert little bottom.

   "Now, Mummy?" said Sophie, her eyes widening in surprise.

   "No, not now," laughed Ruth.  "Very soon, though.  Daddy is going to put
his penis in your vagina and in your bottom hole and in your mouth because
he loves you very much."

   "Will I be Daddy's little slut then?" asked the 5-year-old, clearly
pleased by the prospect.

   "You'll be Daddy's darling little fuckslut," promised Giles.

   "Bill is squirting his lovejuice into Livvy's little tummy now,"
explained Ruth to Sophie as the gardener yelled out in orgasmic delight. 
"Would you like daddy and John to squirt their juice on your face, sweetie?
I'm sure they'd love to make you their little cumslut!"

   Before Sophie could reply, the two highly-aroused clergymen were already
exposing themselves to her, proudly displaying their tumescent organs to
the excited little girl before wanking furiously and rapidly reaching their
explosive climaxes in near unison.  The 5-year-old gasped in startled
surprise as successive blasts of hot semen splattered against her dazed
face, quickly coalescing into a gooey glaze through which she smiled
brightly.

   "That's a good little slut!" praised Ruth when Sophie licked her
cum-sticky lips.  "Have you got a camera, Sonia?  I'm sure the readers of
*Preteen Cumsluts* would love to see a photo of my little girl's pretty
face decorated with two loads of creamy spunk!"

   "Just a sec," replied Sonia, gently easing Olivia from her lap and
hurrying off to fetch her digital camera.

   Sophie continued to smile through the mask of gummy sperm coating her
face as Sonia snapped her.  She loved the feel of the warm gouts of thick
semen slowly sliding down her nose and cheeks - she loved being the centre
of attention - she loved being a cumslut!

   "Could you take some close-ups of Olivia's cunt now, please?" asked
John.

   The 6-year-old replaced herself on Bill's lap and opened her legs wide
to expose her swollen pussy, its reddened slit oozing cum.  There was
something of lewdness blended with a charming innocence in this - Olivia
was proud to be her daddy's slut and more than willing to show off her
hard-fucked cunt to anyone able to appreciate its loveliness.

   "I wonder if your father would be interested in having a sexual
relationship with Sophie?" mused Giles to his wife.

   "No doubt he would - I can't imagine ever having the nerve to suggest
such a thing to him, though."

   "Let me do it," offered John.  "I've always got on quite well with the
bishop - I'll try and see him tomorrow, before I have time to change my
mind!"

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

   "Take a seat, John - I won't be a moment."

   The Reverend John Bastable gave the bishop a tight smile as he sat in
the straight-backed chair placed in front of the large mahogany desk.  He
tried to look nonchalant as he waited for the bishop to finish writing in a
morocco-bound notebook but knew that he was failing in that aim, his
restiveness increasing as the seconds slowly passed.  It had seemed a good
idea to suggest to the bishop that he should consider having a sexual
relationship with his 5-year-old granddaughter but now, looking at his
austere features, he wondered how he ever could have imagined doing so.

   "Now, John," said the bishop as he finally closed the notebook.  "You
were rather unclear on the telephone - I understand that you have a
proposition of a somewhat delicate nature to put to me?"

   "The proposition is from your daughter actually, bishop - I'm merely her
intermediary."

   "Ruth?  I saw her only this morning but she didn't say anything about
this matter - though I thought she seemed a little flustered."

   Hardly surprising, thought John.  It was difficult for him to recognize
Ruth's description of the bishop as a loving father - there was something
of the ascetic about him which belied that idea.  He could feel a knot of
tension tightening in the pit of his stomach as he tried to explain
himself.

   "Giles and Ruth visited my wife and I at the rectory yesterday," he
began.  "In the course of a conversation about the charms of little girls,
Ruth gave it as her opinion that many fathers are sexually attracted to
their young daughters - and that you undoubtedly felt that way about her
when she was Sophie's age."

   John had expected the bishop to immediately deny his daughter's
assertion, probably with a degree of vehemence, but instead he looked
stonily at the rector and waited for him to continue.

   "Ruth told us that you used to visit her bedroom late at night and put
your hand up her nightdress and - er - molest her.  Well, molest is hardly
the right word as she loved what you did to her and was extremely
disappointed when you stopped."

   "Disappointed?  I always assumed that she hated what I did to her - even
when I persuaded her to masturbate me she seemed so subdued that I was
afraid of causing her lasting psychological harm.  I never imagined that
she enjoyed ...  "

   The bishops words trailed off into silence.

   "I believe Ruth was overawed when you came into her room," suggested
John.  "As a 5-year-old she would surely have found it difficult to explain
her feelings.  I remember her telling me how she licked your semen from her
hands after you'd left her - how she still dreams of you one day
ejaculating into her mouth ...  "

   "If only I'd known!" muttered the bishop, giving John a wry grin.  "I'm
still not sure why you're telling me all this, John, rather than Ruth."

   "There are some things that are rather awkward to discuss with your
father, however close you may be.  Ruth wants you to know that she longs to
be sexually intimate with you, if you're still attracted to her in that
way."

   "More than I can say!  I've never stopped wanting Ruth - she is a highly
desirable young woman."

   "As desirable as little Sophie?"

   The bishop looked at John intently for a few moments before answering
him.

   "That would hardly be possible - my granddaughter is even lovelier than
her mother was at that age."

   "I've been asked to inform you that Giles and Ruth have decided to start
a sexual relationship with Sophie - and would be honoured if you would do
the same."

   The bishop appeared to be stunned by the rector's words.  The
realization that his daughter had invited him to have sex with her had only
just hit him - now he was being offered the same favours with his
5-year-old granddaughter and he didn't know what to say.

   "Giles has agreed that you should take Sophie's virginity," continued
John, "though he hopes you will agree to him being the first to sodomize
her."

   "Of course," muttered the bishop in a somewhat dazed fashion.  "Could I
ask if my daughter and son-in-law have invited you to use little Sophie for
your pleasure?"

   "They have indeed, bishop ..  "

   "Call me Edward - there's no need to be so formal in the circumstances."

   "If I may be forthright then, Edward, your delectable granddaughter has
three fuckable holes which require three hard cocks to fill them!"

   "You express yourself somewhat crudely, young man, but the point you
make is a pertinent one."

   The bishop pressed a buzzer on his desk and shortly afterwards a young
woman wearing a smartly-tailored jacket and skirt entered from a side
office.

   "Could you transcribe my latest notes onto the computer, Lisa, please?"
asked the bishop, handing his secretary the morocco-bound notebook.  "Let
the Reverend here see what you're doing and show him the encrypted files -
the images as well as the text files."

   "Yes, sir," said Lisa, pulling up a chair before a computer at the back
of the room and gesturing to John to take a seat by her side.

   "I need to be elsewhere for a while, John," said the bishop.  "You can
be completely open with Lisa about what you've told me this morning - she
is a very broadminded young lady and I trust her totally."

   "I was listening at the door, actually," admitted Lisa when the bishop
had gone.  "I bet that Sophie is a real little hottie, isn't she?"

   "That's a pretty fair description," agreed John with a smile.  "She and
my 6-year-old, Olivia, are both little hotties, as you put it."

   "And how would you describe them, Reverend?"

   "Sexually provocative little sluts would be a start!"

   "That's just how the bishop likes them," said Lisa as she began to
transfer the notebook's contents onto the computer.

   "Edward writes erotic stories and posts them online," she added as she
continued to type.  "This is a draft of his latest story - he isn't very
good with computers so prefers to write them in longhand and let me type
them up."

   "What's this one about?"

   "A bishop who grooms the 7-year-old daughter of his secretary for sex,"
murmured Lisa, her face flushing with embarrassment.

   "Based on real events?"

   "Yes it is," said Lisa frankly.  "Edward loves my daughter Jess dearly -
he's been quite open about wanting to have sex with her and I could hardly
refuse him my consent."

   "Most mothers wouldn't have been so obliging," suggested John.

   "Edward has persuaded me that little girls deserve a fulfilling sex life
and I must say that I now completely agree with him.  My only regret is
that he didn't start grooming Jess earlier - I know he would have liked to
take her virginity a year or two ago."

   "Has he actually done the deed yet?"

   "Two weeks ago - with Jess bent over his desk.  She was sore for days
afterwards but that didn't stop her from begging for more - she's such a
horny child!"

   For the next few minutes there was silence as Lisa finished her typing,
John taking the opportunity to study her more closely.  She looked to be
twenty-something, a good-looking blonde with a trim figure who hardly
looked old enough to be the mother of a 7-year-old.

   "I'll show you Edward's kiddy-porn collection now," said Lisa when she
had completed her task.  "It's not very extensive but he only saves
high-quality images and they're quite difficult to find."

   There were about two hundred photos depicting a variety of adult/child
sexual activity, mainly involving girls in the 3-10 age range but also
including a few young boys, one of whom, a child of about 5, was being
sodomized by the bishop - and apparently enjoying the experience.

   "I took that one!" said Lisa proudly.  "Jess's brother is as horny as
she is - there's nothing Ricky likes better than taking Edward's hard cock
in his little bottom!"

   The sound of childish laughter outside the office door heralded the
arrival of the bishop who came into the room with a pretty little girl
whose features bore a strong resemblance to those of Ricky's.

   "Edward usually collects Jessica from the school gates for me,"
explained Lisa, giving her daughter a welcoming smile.

   "Your mummy tells me that you're a horny little slut, Jessica," said
John, gazing at the little girl with unconcealed lust.  "Is she right?"

   The 7-year-old nodded shyly, pressing herself to the bishop who hugged
her to him tightly.

   "The horniest little slut a man could hope to possess," confirmed
Edward. "Don't you think she looks sexy in her school uniform, John?"

   "I imagine she looks sexy in just about anything."

   John preferred to see a little girl in a short skirt and skimpy top but
had to admit that there was something curiously erotic about Jessica's
cream blouse and knee-length skirt.

   "Come and sit on my knee, Jess," invited the bishop as he resumed his
place behind the desk.  "Let me give you a big cuddle."

   The cuddle soon developed into a comprehensive groping with Edward's
hand exploring inside the 7-year-old's unbuttoned blouse and reaching up
her skirt, the little girl moaning in appreciative pleasure.  There was
more than sheer lasciviousness in this, the affection he felt for Jessica
clearly evident from the loving tenderness with which he kissed her nose,
lips and cheeks as he fondled her.

   "You've got a stiffie!" giggled Jessica after a while, blushing with
pleasure as she jiggled about on the bishop's lap.

   "I suppose I'd better fuck you then," said Edward composedly as he
reached for his zipper.  "Your pussy's so wet that I don't think we'll
require any lubrication."

   "Shall I undress her for you?" asked Lisa.

   "There's no time for that - I want her now!"

   The bishop hitched the 7-year-old's dress up around her waist and slid
his erect cock inside the leg of her white cotton knickers and into the
moist entrance of her vagina.  As he pulled her down onto his rigid shaft
there was a hesitant knock on the door which he ignored, preferring to
concentrate on fully penetrating his young lover.

   "It's only me, bishop," said a woman's voice as the door opened
slightly. "Polly Smith - Richard's form teacher."

   "Please enter, Miss Smith," grunted the bishop as he finally succeeded
in inserting the full length of his engorged shaft into the loving embrace
of Jessica's silky-smooth cunt.

   "Come along, Richard," said Polly as she came into the room, seemingly
unconcerned by the sight of the bishop's cock embedded in Jessica's pussy.

   Ricky ran up to his mother and she lifted him onto her lap, kissing him
full on the mouth as she fondled his bottom through his shorts.

   "I was hoping that I could watch you having anal sex with Richard," said
Polly, "as you said I could - but I see that you're otherwise engaged!"

   "I'm afraid it was a case of first come, first served, Miss Smith. 
However, I'm sure that the Reverend Bastable here would be more than happy
to sodomize Richard, if you ask him nicely."

   "Would you be so kind as to do that for me, Reverend?" asked Polly. 
"Richard has been quite cranky at school today - he often is when he's not
enjoyed anal intercourse for a while."

   "I would be delighted to help you out, Miss Smith," said John.  "I've
not had sex with a boy before - I'm always open to new experiences."

   Lisa undressed her son feverishly and Polly took the naked 5-year-old
from her and laid him down on the bishop's desk.

   "I like a boy who knows what he wants!" declared Polly when Ricky lifted
his knees to his chest and pulled his bum cheeks apart to expose his
light-pink anal ring.

   "Would you care to lubricate Richard's bottom, Miss Smith?" asked the
bishop as he lifted his hips and began to thrust into Jessica's succulent
cunt.

   The experienced child-lover is always careful to maintain adequate
supplies of lubrication and so Lisa had no difficulty in locating a jar of
Vaseline and tossing it to Polly.

   "Ricky needs a well-greased finger or two inserted into his back passage
to open him up before penetration can be attempted."

   "Don't we all?" laughed Polly, setting about her task with enthusiastic
vim.

   For the next few minutes all that could be heard in the room were the
squishy sounds of the bishop's distended tool stabbing into Jessica's juicy
quim together with Polly's greasy fingers pistoning into Ricky's bumhole.

   "Look how stiff Richard's little willy is!" enthused Polly as she
continued to efficiently open up the 5-year-old's sphincter.

   "You can suck on him, if you like," invited Lisa, "though I must warn
you that he tends to dribble a little piss into your mouth when he gets
excited."

   "That'll be an added bonus as far as I'm concerned," said Polly, leaning
over to take Ricky's semi-erect penis into her mouth while her busy fingers
continued to pleasure his bottom.

   The bishop was grunting loudly now as the tempo of his thrusts increased
and he sensed the imminence of his climax.  Jessica blissful moans also
increased in volume, reaching an ecstatic crescendo when the bishop
orgasmed and flooded her tiny womb with his hot seed.

   "Let me have some, Miss Smith!" said Jessica when she heard Polly give a
stifled cry and saw her taking her mouth from Ricky's cock, her cheeks
bulging with piss.

   Polly pulled her sticky fingers from Ricky's arsehole and approached
Jessica, trickles of urine escaping from her tightly-pressed lips.  The
7-year-old opened her mouth wide and Polly sprayed a frothy mess of
pale-yellow piss down her throat which Jessica swallowed gleefully.

   "You'd better get stuck into Ricky before his bumhole starts closing up
again," Lisa advised John.

   John readily accepted that advice, whipping his erection from his open
zipper and pressing its bulbous tip against the 5-year-old's dilated
sphincter.

   "How much hard cock can the little chap take in his bottom, Lisa," he
asked.

   "Edward succeeded in getting about four inches inside Richard last time,
so I should try for that and then we'll see.  Ideally, I'd like to see
Ricky taking a full cock-length up his bum as soon as possible - today if
you can manage it."

   "I'll do my best!" declared John, gripping the 5-year-old's thighs
firmly as he forced his pulsing shaft into the moist heat of the little
boy's bowels.

   "I'm not one for water sports usually," said Polly, licking the last
drops of Ricky's piss from her lips, "but I must say that there's something
very moreish about the urine of a young child - Richard can piss in my
mouth any time he likes!"

   As she said this, Ricky yelled out as he felt his anal ring being
stretched almost beyond its full extent and once more piss began to burble
from his stiffening little penis.

   "There the little tyke goes again!" cried Polly delightedly, once again
taking the 5-year-old's cock into her mouth and sucking on it greedily.

   "I've got about four inches inside him now, Lisa," grunted John as Polly
swilled warm urine around her mouth and gulped it down with relish.

   "Good man.  Do you think you could squeeze another inch or so in?  If
Richard is going to be an accomplished arse-slut - and I'm determined that
he is - then it's high time he started taking more in his bottom than he's
managed recently."

   "I'll see what I can do - the little fellow doesn't seem too keen,
judging by the noise he's making."

   "Never mind that, Reverend.  Shove that lovely cock of yours in as far
as you can - Richard will thank you once he's got used to it!"

   That didn't seem likely, thought John, given the shrill cries of pain
that rang around the room as he rammed his turgid shaft deep into the
5-year-old's rectum.  It was only when he began to slowly bugger the
screaming child that he was able to concede that perhaps Lisa had it right.
Ricky's wails gradually decreased in intensity until they became tearful
whimpers which eventually died away altogether after several minutes of
steady fucking.

   "He's loving it now, isn't he, Reverend?" said Lisa excitedly.  "You
love being buggered, don't you, Ricky?"

   John grunted his agreement hoarsely as the rhythm of his thrusts
increased.  Ricky merely gave his mother an angelic smile - and then an
ecstatic, sobbing yelp burst from his lips as he felt hot spunk squirting
into the depths of his bowels.

   "I wonder if it would be best to bugger little Sophie first, or
cunt-fuck her?" mused the bishop.  "I'd be grateful, John, if you could
inform my daughter that I intend to discuss that and other interesting
questions with her in the next few days!

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

   When John returned to the rectory after his visit to the bishop's
official residence he was met by his wife and Ruth, both of them in a state
of high anxiety as they waited to hear the outcome of his meeting.  He
noticed at once that Ruth's skirt was a little shorter than usual and her
top a good deal tighter, making her look even more appealing than usual.

   "You're looking very attractive today, Ruth," he commented.  "Short
skirts suit you - you've got a good pair of legs when you care to show them
off."

   "I don't see why Sophie and Olivia should get all the attention - do you
think this top is too small for me?"

   "Absolutely not!  It emphasizes your breasts, which is something you
should do more often, in my opinion.  You look extremely hot, which is
probably not a seemly comment to make to a fellow-clergyman's wife but one
I hope you'll forgive."

   "It's very sweet of you to compliment me so nicely," said Ruth
blushingly.

   "It's time you started wearing more revealing clothes," commented
Cheryl. "You've got a good body - don't be afraid to show it off!"

   Before John could begin to explain the morning's events at the bishop's
residence, Olivia ran up to where he was sitting on the sofa and smiled at
him seductively.

   "Do I look extremely hot, Daddy?" the 6-year-old asked winsomely,
standing between his legs.

   "Don't some little girls have big ears?" laughed John as he pretended to
deliberate over his daughter's question.  "In actual fact, young lady, you
look not just extremely hot but incandescently hot - as hot as hot can be!
Does that satisfy you?"

   John pulled Livvy to him and kissed her full on the mouth, reluctantly
releasing her after a few seconds - he really needed to talk to his wife.

   "Where's the other sexy little slut?" he asked.

   "I'm here!" trilled Sophie as she scampered to her friend's side.

   "Before you ask, child, yes - you do look just as hot as Olivia. 
Absolutely red-hot, in fact."

   "Mr Rogers says I'm a sexy piece of ass!" announced the 5-year-old
proudly.

   "As Bill is an acknowledged connoisseur of prepubescent ass, I'm not
about to disagree with him.  What's more to the point, your grandfather
admitted to me this morning that he also considers you to be a sexy piece
of ass, though he didn't quite put it in that way!"

   "Oh, I'm so glad!" said Ruth.  "I've been a bundle of nerves this
morning, waiting to hear how you went on."

   "My mission was a complete success - in fact, even more of a success
than I could have imagined."

   John carefully explained the details of his interview with Ruth's
father, going on to tell of the bishop's sexual activity with Jessica and
his own sodomization of the little girl's 5-year-old brother.

   "Edward gratefully accepts your proposition, Ruth, that he should be the
one to take Sophie's virginity and requests that you prepare her vagina for
him so that he can deflower her as soon as possible.  He'll be visiting us
in the next day or two anyway but he also wanted me to let you know that he
lusts after you as much as he ever did and can't wait to fuck you!"

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

   When the bishop arrived at the rectory on the day following his meeting
with Reverend John Bastable, his daughter opened the front door and
welcomed him with a shy smile.

   "Hello, Father!  We're all in the living room - come on through."

   Ruth heard the slight tremor in her voice and wondered if her father had
noticed it.  She felt edgy and her mouth was dry.  The knowledge that,
according to John, the bishop lusted after her and had eagerly consented to
the proposition that he should start a sexual relationship with both
herself and his 5-year-old granddaughter would have excited her
tremendously if only she could have fully believed it.

   "Is there any particular reason why you're dressed in those vulgar
clothes, Ruth?"

   The bishop looked at his daughter sternly - she was normally a
conservative dresser, as befitted the wife of a clergyman.

   "I thought that you would like me to wear something more attractive now
that - now that ...  "

   "Now that you intend to act the whore for me?"

   Ruth nodded, her face crimsoning.  The bishop continued to stare at her
in a manner which, though severe, was also undoubtedly lascivious.

   "You're quite right, darling.  I like to see my sluts dressed in clothes
which are bordering on the indecent, though in quite a tasteful fashion, as
yours are."

   Ruth suddenly felt almost ridiculously happy.  She couldn't remember the
last time her father had called her darling - and he had certainly never
referred to her as his slut before!

   "Wait till you see what Sophie is wearing - indecent is hardly an
adequate description of her outfit and it certainly couldn't be considered
tasteful by any stretch of the imagination!"

   "That's different - little girls should dress as sluttily as possible in
my opinion.  Perhaps, on occasion, you could go that way yourself - it's
good to see the outline of a tiny pair of knickers through the flimsy
material of an ultra-short skirt, for example.  Seeing erect nipples poking
through a filmy top is also particularly delightful - anything arousing
like that is always welcome to me."

   "Yes, Daddy, I'll remember that."

   Edward smiled.  It was the first time that Ruth had called him daddy
since her schoolgirl days - she looked little older than a schoolgirl to
him even now with her slight figure and shy manner.

   In the living room Cheryl greeted the bishop with an arch look as he
took an armchair by the open fireplace.

   "What kept you and Ruth so long in the hallway, bishop?"

   "I was complimenting my daughter on her clothes - they could be
considered indecent, as I told her, but she looks extremely enticing in
them, I must say."

   "That's putting it mildly!" said Giles.  "As her husband I may be biased
but to me Ruth has always been top totty and always will be!"

   "What an extraordinary expression, Giles," declared the bishop.  "If you
mean to say that Ruth is a highly attractive young woman - sexually
attractive, that is - then I of course agree."

   "She's well worth a fuck, in fact," suggested John provocatively.

   "Indeed, John.  Another inelegant expression - but I can't deny the
truth of what you say."

   "Talking of top totty," said Giles, "here come the girls."

   Olivia and Sophie walked into the room hand-in-hand and obediently stood
before the bishop when he beckoned them.  Both of them wore faded blue
denim miniskirts and sleeveless pink tops with scooped necklines, cropped
to reveal several inches of bare midriff.

   "Sweet little bitches!" muttered John as Giles let out a prolonged wolf
whistle.

   "What does it say on your top, Olivia?" said Edward, raising his
eyebrows in mock outrage.

   "It says: 'Wanna do me?'" laughed the 6-year-old, a slight flush
appearing on her soft cheeks.

   "'Wanna do me?'" repeated the bishop, in a tone of evident distaste. 
"Presumably that would have read something like: 'Would you like to have
sexual intercourse with me?' if it had been phrased in a more correct form
of English?"

   "There wasn't room for that, though," suggested Olivia with a smile.

   "No," agreed the bishop, smiling in his turn.  "Your top is so
disgracefully skimpy that there's barely space for: 'Wanna do me?' is
there?"

   "Do you, though?"

   "Do I want to have sexual intercourse with you?"

   The 6-year-old nodded and looked at the bishop intently as though his
answer was important to her.

   "Of course I do, child!  I want it so much that, although I disapprove
of sexually-motivated violence, I would be prepared to tie you up and
violate you if that was the only way I could possess you.  As it is, I
understand that you are what is popularly referred to as a 'sure thing', so
there's no need for me to consider coercing you."

   "Little girls should be tied up and raped nonetheless, on occasion,"
suggested John.  "It would serve to keep them in their place - and anyway a
horny piece like Olivia would no doubt love being bound and violently
ravished!"

   "There's much in what you say, John," agreed the bishop.  "Children
should of course be cherished but should also learn to accept the authority
of their betters.  Raping them in a loving way could well be an appropriate
method of teaching them an important lesson."

   "Let me just confirm then, Olivia," he added, "that I do intend to have
sex with you in the very near future.  You're a very lovely young lady -
top totty indeed, as Giles would say - and I would be honoured to make love
to you."

   The 6-year-old was thrilled.  For over a year now she had been fucked by
her father on an almost daily basis but had only recently become aware that
he couldn't be expected to fully satisfy her growing sexual appetite.  She
loved to feel hard cock in her pussy, bottom and mouth - loved to feel cum
spurting on her face or down her throat, and now realized that she needed
more than one lover if her demands were to be met.

   Being fucked by Bill Rogers had been a highly satisfying experience for
Olivia and had persuaded her, together with her parents' encouragement, to
look out for further sexual partners.  The bishop, a somewhat forbidding
figure to a little girl, would not have been her first choice as a lover
but as she stood before him she imagined being strapped to her bed by him
and brutally violated, the very thought of which made her pussy feel hot
and moist.

   The bishop's attention had turned to Sophie, his searching gaze bringing
a rosy glow to the little girl's cheeks.

   "And what unseemly message does my innocent little granddaughter have on
her top?"

   "'My holes belong to Daddy!'" piped up the pretty 5-year-old, glancing
at her father and giggling.

   "That's right and proper, of course, young lady, but I hope you
understand that your holes also belong to your grandfather?"

   "Daddy says you're going to fuck my hot little cunt!" declared Sophie,
her sweet childish voice emphasizing the delicious obscenity of her words.

   "That will be my great pleasure, child, as soon as your darling babyhole
has been opened up sufficiently - how are you getting on with that, Ruth?"

   "Both Giles and I had a finger in her last night, which she greatly
enjoyed - despite being a little tearful at first."

   "Tears are to be expected in such situations," said the bishop, softly
stroking the 5-year-old's face.  "The stretching of a tight, immature
vagina in preparation for intercourse can be a painful business for a
little girl but that can't be helped.  I expect Sophie to be ready for sex
in three weeks time, Ruth - ready or not, I intend to fuck her then so I
suggest that you put in some intensive work on her pussy!"

   "Yes, Daddy," said Ruth happily.  "Sophie will be fuck-ready in time -
don't worry about that."

   Giles had found himself being continually surprised by his wife since he
had confessed to her that he harboured an intense sexual desire for their
young daughter.  That confession had led to her own disclosure that her
father had molested her and to her enthusiastic participation in the
opening up of Sophie's vagina.  It seemed to Giles now that Ruth was, if
possible, even more excited by the prospect of the 5-year-old's deflowering
than he was!

   "What about Sophie's bottom, Edward?" asked Giles.  "I understand that
you're happy for me to take her anal virginity - would you like me to do so
at the same time as ...  "

   "Yes, indeed," interrupted the bishop.  "Three weeks should be
sufficient time to prepare her anus."

   "Perhaps we should buy some anal plugs?" suggested Ruth.  "I believe
that they're commonly used to stretch a child's bumhole in preparation for
sex."

   "That's possible, of course," agreed Edward, "but I think Sophie would
find it much more fun if you were to use household objects to open her up -
candles, carrots etc.  Have a rummage around and see what you can find."

   Ruth lost herself in excited thoughts of the various vegetables she
would insert into Sophie's rectum - before realizing that her father was
talking to her again.

   "John informed me yesterday that you have always dreamt of me
ejaculating into your mouth - is that the case?"

   "Yes it is, Daddy.  Ever since I was a little girl and licked your cum
from my fingers after you'd been to my bedroom, I've longed for you to fill
my mouth with your hot spunk!"

   "I'm not sure that, as highly aroused as I am, I could produce enough
semen for that," commented the bishop dryly.  "If your husband and John add
their loads to mine, perhaps between us we could produce a sufficiency. 
Then the girls could suck out the semen from your mouth - it's time that
Sophie in particular developed a taste for seminal fluid."

   Ruth quickly sat down opposite her father and immediately tilted her
head back and opened her mouth wide.  The bishop stood before her,
unzipping his trousers as he gestured to the other two men to join him.

   "I'm confident that, collectively, we can produce sufficient ejaculate
to fill my daughter's mouth, gentlemen - let's put that to the test, shall
we?"

   The three clergymen pulled out their cocks and for the next couple of
minutes wanked briskly above Ruth's face.  She couldn't help but note the
impressive size of her father's swollen member and envisaged it penetrating
her 5-year-old's tight orifices, the graphic images in her mind which this
produced bringing her almost to orgasm.

   "Keep your mouth wide open, darling!" urged the bishop.  "I'm almost
there!"

   "Me too!" grunted John.

   Giles said nothing but simply shot several streams of thick cum between
his wife's stretched lips.  Edward and John soon followed suit until Ruth's
open mouth was swimming in frothy jism.

   "Get onto your mummy's knee, Sophie," instructed the bishop.  "That's
it, sweetheart.  Now stick your tongue into her mouth and start licking up
all that lovely semen."

   The 5-year-old obeyed her grandfather, though at first in rather a
hesitant manner, cautiously poking the tip of her little tongue into the
gooey mess filling her mother's mouth.  Soon, though, she was lapping and
sucking up the warm sperm enthusiastically and, encouraged by her
grandfather, swallowing it down greedily.

   "Let's not waste any," said the bishop, picking up a teaspoon from the
fireside table.

   He dipped the spoon into Ruth's open mouth and ran it over her tongue
and the inside of her cheeks until it was brimming with a curdled mixture
of cum and saliva.  Carefully removing the overflowing spoon, he touched it
against Sophie's rosy lips, the 5-year-old instantly sucking the gummy
fluid into her mouth and squishing it around before allowing it to slip
down her throat.

   "Such a sweet little cumslut!" murmured the bishop appreciatively.

   "Is there any yummy cummy for me?" asked Olivia hopefully.

   "I'm afraid not, Livvy.  Never mind, I'm sure that Ruth's pussy juices
must be overflowing - let's see, shall we?"

   He yanked up his daughter's short skirt and slid the spoon inside the
gusset of her panties, pushing it firmly into her slippery slit.  Ruth
gasped in shocked delight at the touch of the cold metal against her hot,
swollen cunt, opening her legs to allow the bishop to scoop up a spoonful
of her tangy wetness and feed it between Olivia's eager lips.

   "Scrumptious!" was the 6-year-old's verdict after running Ruth's vaginal
nectar around her mouth and allowing it to trickle down her throat.

   "More?" offered the bishop, digging the spoon back into his daughter's
sopping pussy and returning it, brimful, to Olivia's open mouth.

   "Me too!" cried Sophie, slipping down from her mother's lap and standing
close by Olivia's side.

   For the next few minutes the bishop fed the two little girls spoonful
after spoonful of Ruth's vaginal secretions, to their great delight.  When
the flow of his daughter's juices eventually began to ease of, he returned
to his seat and lifted Sophie onto his knee, slipping a hand beneath her
flimsy top.

   "Can you see how hard your daddy's penis has got again, sweetie - and
John's?  I wish I was young and virile again - it will be a while before
I'm stiff again."

   Edward had to reassess that opinion as he ran his hand over the
5-year-old's warm body, feeling her little nipples harden slightly against
his palm.  He pressed his open mouth against hers, sucking wetly on her
small tongue and tasting the piquant flavour of Ruth's twat blended with
the sweetness of the little girl's saliva.

   "You're going to be a superb little fuck for your grandfather, aren't
you, Sophie," murmured the bishop into the 5-year-old's ear.

   "Yes, Grandad," said Sophie innocently.  "Daddy says I'll make a
first-class babywhore, just like Livvy!"

   "I'm sure you will, darling!"

   "Sophie has already seen Olivia taking the gardener's cock in her pussy,
I believe, John?" the bishop added.  "Perhaps it would be a good idea if
she was to watch the little slut being sodomized, as she'll be receiving
the same treatment herself in a few weeks."

   John and Giles appeared to think this a good idea, handling their cocks
back to full erection as they gazed lasciviously at the scantily-dressed
6-year-old.

   "Slip your knickers off, Livvy," said Cheryl, "and then jump onto my
lap. That's it, sweetie.  Skirt up to your waist, legs up by your head. 
Show the randy gentlemen your delectable bumhole - who could resist such a
tempting sight?"

   Certainly not the two lecherous clergymen, who knelt before Olivia and
took turns to probe the tight pink pucker of her anus with tongue and
finger until it began to slightly dilate.  When John saw that his
daughter's sphincter was starting to slowly relax, he gradually inserted
two stiff fingers into her rectum and pistoned them into her forcefully
until she began to open up even more.

   "I'm ready now, Daddy!" wailed the highly-aroused 6-year-old as her
father increased the tempo of his thrusting fingers.  "Fuck my bottom with
your big hard cock, Daddy, please!  Bugger me as hard as you can!"

   "Try and keep nice and relaxed then, Livvy," grunted John as he withdrew
his sticky fingers from the tight embrace of her anus.

   He butted his bloated, precum-weeping cockhead against the partly open
sphincter and waited until the 6-year-old was able to relax the tight
muscle a little before carefully pushing into her hot hole.  He gazed
lovingly at his daughter as he drove his thick shaft halfway into the
velvety grip of her rectum, noting how her eyelids fluttered and trembled
as she felt her anus stretched to the limit of its elasticity - and then
stretched a little further.

   "Shall we see if you can take another inch or two, Livvy?" suggested
John, having already determined that he was going to penetrate his
daughter's bottom more deeply than he usually did.

   "I want all of you inside me, Daddy!" begged the enraptured 6-year-old.

   "Dirty little slut!" replied John fondly, forcing his engorged tool
almost up to the hilt into the little girl's bowels.

   For a few moments Olivia's lovely face grimaced with pain, but as her
overstretched sphincter gradually accommodated itself to her father's
distended cock her features softened and she smiled up at him adoringly.

   "Isn't your daddy good to you, Livvy?" remarked Cheryl as she slid a
finger into her daughter's moistening slit.

   The 6-year-old's smile deepened and she sighed ecstatically as her
father partially withdrew his cock before plunging it back into her bowels
and proceeding to fuck her with long smooth strokes.  John certainly
considered that he was being good to his daughter - he had always believed
that a loving father should enjoy a vigorous sex life with his children. 
Any unprejudiced person looking at, and listening to, Olivia being fucked
could hardly maintain that she was being abused, so evident was her sexual
euphoria as John pistoned his swollen shaft into her bottom.

   "Take over from me, will you, Giles?" said John after a while.  "I'm
close to cumming and I want to hold on for as long as I can."

   Giles rubbed precum over his knobhead with his thumb as John pulled out
of Olivia's bottom, noting how the 6-year-old's cummy anus remained
partially dilated.

   "Try and open up a little more for me, Livvy," he said, thrusting into
her sticky hole.  "That's the way, my darling little ass-slut!"

   Sodomizing a 6-year-old little girl was even more of a passionately
erotic experience than Giles could ever have imagined.  The look of intense
arousal on Olivia's face as he pumped into her bottom was one he was never
to forget.  Although her parents had assured him that she loved being
fucked hard, he had considered that assertion to be somewhat questionable -
until he saw the ardent gratitude in her eyes as he skewered her sweet
little ass, and heard her blissful moans.

   For a good fifteen minutes John and Giles took turns to thoroughly
ass-fuck Olivia, until it seemed to the 6-year-old that her belly and
bowels had dissolved into a centre of pure sexual pleasure, aided by the
stabbing of her mother's finger into her puffy twat.

   "I can't hold on any longer!" exclaimed John after pumping for the third
time into his daughter's bum.

   Olivia screamed in delight as she felt her father's hot semen squirting
deep inside her bottom - her screams intensifying shortly afterwards as
Giles unloaded his balls into her at the same time as Cheryl's thrusting
finger brought her to a shattering climax.

   The bishop's hand roamed all over Sophie's body as he watched Olivia
being sodomized, the excited 5-year-old rubbing herself sensually against
him as he explored between her legs.  When he peeled the little girl's
puffy labia apart and cautiously inserted a finger into her immature
vagina, she let out a startled cry of pure joy and looked at him with a
look of sheer happiness on her sweet face.

   "Are you sure, Edward, that you can wait three weeks before fucking my
slutty little girl?" asked Giles, pulling his slimy cock from Olivia's
cummy asshole.

   "It will be difficult, certainly!" replied the bishop, working his
finger into the 5-year-old's hot, moist hole.

   "I think you'd better lick up all that lovely semen dribbling out of
Olivia's bottom hole, Sophie," he added, "before I'm compelled to do
something which I may regret."

   Sophie obediently scrambled down from the bishop's knee and sat in front
of her young friend, immediately beginning to noisily lap up the creamy
sperm oozing from Olivia's reddened anus.  Ruth vigorously fingered her hot
sticky pussy as she watched her little girl greedily licking up the thick
clots of spunk which Olivia was now forcefully squeezing from her hole -
and then saw that her father was purposively pulling his erect cock from
his zipper.

   "I've waited a long time for this, darling," said the bishop, moving
over to his daughter and gently pulling her glistening fingers from her
lust-swollen cunt.

   "Take me, Daddy!" moaned Ruth, opening her legs wide and letting out a
scream of delirious rapture as the bishop drove his pulsing shaft deep into
her luscious twat.

   Sophie, having sucked the final glob of cum from Olivia's arsehole,
waited patiently while the bishop relentlessly speared his tumescent cock
into his screaming daughter.  As soon as the lovers' frantic coupling had
reached its noisily orgasmic conclusion, the 5-year-old dashed between
Ruth's legs and pressed her face firmly into her mother's juicy gash,
slurping at it gluttonously.

   John couldn't help but look forward to the day when he would be able to
use the horny 5-year-old's immature holes as they were clearly designed to
be used.  In the meantime, his own little slut was always eager to be
pleasured - and Bill had also informed him that his daughter and her little
girl were due on a visit shortly.  The gardener had also told him that
Joanna, his daughter, had willingly accepted that it would be unrealistic
to allow her 3-year-old, Maisie, to retain her virginity any longer.

   "It could be that Maisie is a little young to fuck," Bill had said to
him, "but that can't be helped - she's such a hot little slut that I can't
keep my hands off her any longer.  Joanna's not too keen on anyone else
pleasuring her little darling's holes but I can assure you, Reverend, that
you have my full permission to use little Maisie as your whore.  If Joanna
gives you any lip about it, give her the back of your hand - I expect a
slut of mine to be submissive, daughter or not!"

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

   The Reverend John Bastable walked down the nave of the church as the
early-morning sunshine filtered in through the stained-glass windows.  He
often took the opportunity to enjoy the hushed peace of the ancient
building before the morning service - it was the perfect time to think
through any little problems or difficulties in his life.  On that
particular morning he had nothing exceptionally troublesome on his mind -
rather he had something to look forward to, something which sent a thrill
of anticipation racing through his body every time he thought about it. 
Today was the day that the 5-year-old daughter of his friend, the Reverend
Giles Wentworth, was going to have her virginity taken.

   John could feel his cock stir as he imagined watching the bishop,
Sophie's grandfather, sinking his throbbing tool into the little girl's
delectable quim and then her father taking his pleasure from her lovely
little bottom.  Afterwards he and Bill intended to use the 5-year-old's
holes in their turn, something they had excitedly discussed over the
previous few weeks.  The gardener had also told him that his daughter and
her 3-year-old, Maisie, were expected on a visit, news which he had
impatiently anticipated.

   He was usually the sole occupant of the church at this early hour and so
was quite surprised to see a young woman in the transept who appeared to be
waiting for him - a young woman with a small child by her side.  As he drew
closer he realized that she was heavily pregnant and that the little girl
with her was the one whose photo he had seen in the gardener's cottage.

   "It's Joanna Rogers, isn't it?" asked John, smiling at the blonde-haired
woman as he held out his hand to her.

   "Yes, Reverend," replied Joanna, returning his smile as she took his
hand.  "Dad told me that I would probably find you here."

   She was dressed in a long, flowing skirt and a short pink top which
revealed several inches of her bare, swollen belly.

   "I'm eight months gone," she added, noting the direction of John's gaze.
"Dad will soon have another little girl to pleasure!"

   "I'm sure he'll take full advantage of that opportunity - he'd be a fool
not to.  I do know that he adores molesting little Maisie here - he told me
that she was a sexy little slut, which seems a pretty fair description to
me!"

   "Dad had her clothes off as soon as we arrived last night," Joanna said,
looking fondly down at the 3-year-old.  "You should have heard her
squealing when he managed to get two fingers into her sweet little bottom -
I'm surprised you didn't hear her down at the rectory!"

   "Can she take two fingers in her pussy yet?"

   "With a little persistence and plenty of lube, yes."

   "You are aware that your father has given me permission to use Maisie as
my whore?"

   "Yes, but I'm not sure - I mean ...  " murmured Joanna falteringly.

   "Any doubts you may have are of little importance," said John sternly.
"You must learn to do what you're told if you wish to please me - you do
wish to please me, don't you, Joanna?"

   "Yes, of course.  Dad's taught me that it's a slut's duty to please -
but Maisie is only a baby!"

   "The younger the child, the sweeter the fuck!" laughed John.  "You must
accept that my clergymen associates and I are going to make little Maisie
our babywhore - accept the fact and be proud of it."

   "I must sit down," said Joanna, sinking down onto the front pew.  "My
back aches so."

   "Come and give me a big kiss, Maisie," said John, lifting the 3-year-old
on to his knee as he sat by Joanna's side.

   He pressed his lips firmly against the little girl's, thrusting his
tongue into her warm moist mouth as she squirmed in the tight grasp of his
arms.  Soon she was lying quiet in his embrace, moaning appreciatively as
he continued to probe her mouth, his hands now relaxing their grip and
exploring her small firm body through the thin material of her sundress.

   "It makes me so wet to watch you kissing Maisie like that," said Joanna
happily.

   "Show me," demanded John curtly.

   Without demur Joanna lifted her sandalled feet onto the bench, setting
them down widely so that when she lifted her long flowered skirt over her
knees, John saw that she had no underwear on.

   "Dad says that there's not much point me wearing knickers when he's
around - he wants to get at my pussy as quickly as possible!"

   "I can see why.  Yours is a very pretty pussy indeed - and so invitingly
wet!"

   "We can't do it here in the church, surely?" said Joanna uneasily as
John squatted before her, pulling out his erection from his open fly.

   "We'll do it where I choose!" stated John firmly, underlining the force
of his words by slapping the inside of the young blonde's right thigh as
hard as he could.

   "Yes, of course - I'm sorry," whimpered Joanna obediently, looking at
the parson with new respect even as her eyes filled with tears.

   Maisie clambered down from the bench and looked on with absorbed
interest as John speared his swollen member into her mother's juicy cunt
and proceeded to fuck her with a frenzied urgency which soon had him
spurting his hot seed deep inside her.

   "Come here, child," ordered John, curling his hand round the back of the
3-year-old's head and roughly pushing her face into Joanna's mushy quim. 
"Clean up your mother's messy twat - and don't make so much noise about
it."

   Maisie's startled cry as her nose and mouth were thrust into her
mother's hot, swollen cunt was soon followed by appreciative moans of
pleasure as her little tongue began to lap at the tasty mixture of semen
and pussy juice leaking from Joanna's gaping hole.

   "Dirty little slut!" whispered John into the 3-year-old's ear.  "Horny
little babywhore!  I know you're just gagging to have my thick cock
stretching your tight little holes, aren't you, Maisie?"

   The 3-year-old raised her sticky face and smiled at John as she
carefully licked gobs of cum from her coral-pink lips.

   "Dad says that once you've all got stuck into little Sophie, it'll be
Maisie's turn to be pleasured," said Joanna, peering at her little daughter
over her distended belly.  "Mum and I have been putting in a lot of work on
her little holes, so I suppose she's just about ready to be fucked - if you
insist ...  "

   "I do insist - and, more to the point, so does your father - as you well
know."

   "Dad reckons that you shouldn't have waited until your little girl was 5
before getting your cock into her ...  "

   "I'm sure he's right," agreed John.  "I can remember longing to fuck
Olivia when she was a 3-year-old and having to force myself to keep my
hands of her for a couple of years.  I was such an innocent in those days!
There's going to be no such restraint as far as Maisie is concerned - I
know that the sexy little bitch is longing to have hard cock rammed into
her sweet babyholes!"

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

   "I must say that Sophie looks the perfect little slut today, Ruth - very
well done, indeed!"

   "Thank you, Daddy - I made a particular effort as this is a special day
for my baby girl."

   Ruth looked on proudly as the scantily-dressed 5-year-old paraded
herself in the living room of the rectory.  Sophie's `juicy slut' top and
ultra-short skirt left little to the imagination and a hint of lipstick and
eye shadow enhanced the loveliness of her face.

   Also in the room were Sophie's father, John and Cheryl with 6-year-old
Olivia - and Bill and Sonia with their daughter Joanna and her 3-year-old,
Maisie.  Olivia knew that the almost palpable feeling of sexual longing
around her was concentrated on her friend but felt no resentment -
experience told her that before the day was over she would get her fair
share of hard cock.

   "Ladies and Gentlemen," said the bishop, his voice rising as he sought
to quell the excited ripple of conversation.  "We are here today to
participate in the taking of the virginity of my 5-year-old granddaughter,
Sophie."

   "We're not in church now, Daddy," laughed Ruth.

   "Nevertheless, I do believe that there is a sacred aspect to what we are
about to do.  It seems incontrovertible to me that God designed little
girls like Sophie for the sexual pleasure of those in authority over them.
To expect those of here today to refrain from having sex with Sophie either
because of our family relationship or because of her tender years is to
expect too much ...  "

   "Hear!  hear!" interjected Bill.  "Let's get stuck into the sexy little
whore and fuck her till she howls!"

   "I understand your sentiments, Bill," said Edward, holding up his hand
authoritatively to subdue the sounds of approval that greeted the
gardener's words.  "However, although Ruth and Giles have put in sterling
work on Sophie's holes over the past few weeks they will still need
fingering for a while before she's ready to be fucked."

   "I'll make a start on that, shall I?" asked Cheryl, eagerly beckoning
the 5-year-old to her.

   "I'd be obliged if you could concentrate on her pussy - I'm going to
fuck her there first before Giles sodomizes her."

   "And then Reverend John and I can get stuck into the sweet bitch!"
insisted the gardener.

   "As you say, Bill.  I expect that the ladies will also want to make full
use of Sophie's holes - I'm sure she'll find fingers and tongues an
acceptable alternative to the erect penis."

   "If not, there's always this!" suggested Ruth, pulling a red plastic
vibrator from her handbag.

   Cheryl stripped the 5-year-old with brisk efficiency and sucked wetly on
her forefinger before sliding it into the little girl's warm moist slit. 
As soon as Sophie felt the sticky finger probing her immature vagina she
automatically opened her legs wide, her eyes sparkling with delight as a
second finger joined the first.  To Cheryl it was great honour to be
allowed to open up the 5-year-old's cunt hole in preparation for the taking
of her virginity - she was firmly of the opinion that Sophie was blessed to
have parents who understood that even very small children deserve to have a
sexually fulfilling life.

   "There's an abundance of lubrication, gentlemen, for your use," said
Edward as he undressed.  "I would be grateful if you applied generous
amounts of it to your erect members before introducing them to Sophie's
holes - they will no doubt still be exquisitely tight even after the
enthusiastic fingering they are being given!"

   Ruth had by now moved across to sit by Cheryl and was avidly thrusting a
saliva-smeared finger into her young daughter's anus to prepare it for the
insertion of her husband's erection.  She fully agreed with the bishop in
his oft-repeated assertion that little girls should be encouraged to be
sexually active, particulary those who, like Sophie, responded
enthusiastically to such encouragement.

   Sophie remembered how weepy she had been the first time that her parents
had probed her virginal holes - tears were also welling from her
half-closed eyes now but they were tears of joy, the process of having her
anus and vagina slowly opened up having become an exquisite pleasure to
her. When she finally opened her tear-blurred eyes she saw that the four
men in the room were now naked - and that all of them had full erections
and were looking at her with unconcealed lust.

   Edward knelt before his little granddaughter and smiled approvingly as
she lifted her legs high and wide for him, Cheryl and Ruth having already
removed their fingers from the 5-year-old's partially loosened holes.

   "You're such a horny little whore, aren't you, Sophie?" he murmured,
spreading her plump labia apart to reveal her sweet little opening.

   "Yes, Grandad!" agreed the 5-year-old with a giggle.  "Mummy says that I
should be proud to be your whore."

   "And are you, child?"

   Sophie nodded enthusiastically and moaned with satisfaction as Edward
leant over her and slid his tongue into her mouth.  As she closed her eyes
to concentrate on the pleasure of the bishop's passionate kiss, she became
aware of warm bodies closing around her and hands groping all over her
naked body.

   "Such a lovely little slut!" grunted Bill as he roughly speared two
stiff fingers into the 5-year-old's rectum.

   Sophie's stifled yell became sharper as Edward removed his tongue from
her mouth but she quickly gave the gardener a look of such sweetness that
it encouraged him to dig deeper into the hot clutch of her bowels.

   "Thank you, Bill," said the bishop, somewhat dismissively.  "I'm sure
that my son-in-law appreciates your efforts to open up Sophie's arsehole
but it's her darling baby pussy I want to focus on for the moment."

   "She's all yours, sir," replied the gardener, pulling his sticky fingers
from the 5-year-old's anus and sucking on them appreciatively.

   Sophie's hot little body tensed when she felt the swollen head of her
grandfather's cock slipping between her puffy labia and probing her moist
sluthole.  She lifted her head and looked between her open thighs as the
bishop's thick shaft slowly sank into the silky tightness of her vagina. 
There was both wonder and consternation on her pretty face - it seemed
almost impossible that the thickly-veined phallus could fit inside her and
yet she so badly wanted to feel the hot throbbing meat pumping into her
baby cunt.

   "I think that's enough for now," grunted Edward, having with difficulty
managed to insert about half the length of his pulsing cock into the
5-year-old's pussy.

   "I want all of you inside me, Grandad!" complained Sophie tearfully.

   "It will really hurt if I stretch your cunt any more," warned the
bishop.

   "That's hardly relevant, is it, Dad?" insisted Ruth urgently.  "It's
Sophie's first time and it's important that you penetrate her fully - if
that means hurting her then so be it!"

   "You're right of course, darling.  Keep a tight grip on the little slut
then, Cheryl - there's going to be no holding back from now on."

   Sophie's eyes widened as her grandfather's turgid prick plowed into her
quivering little cunt until his heavy balls slapped against her bottom. 
When he began to fuck her with full strokes, slowly at first and then with
increasing speed, she cried out in amazed elation.  She had loved having
her pussy thoroughly fingered but that pleasure paled against the sheer
bliss of being hard fucked.  Her naked little body shook violently as
Edward pounded her baby cunt without mercy and her insistent wails rang
around the room, rising in intensity when she felt hot spurts of semen
filling up her trembling belly.

   "My sweet little fuckbitch!" murmured the bishop as he kissed the
5-year-old's flushed brow.

   "What do you say, darling?" prompted Ruth as her daughter gave Edward a
grateful smile.

   "Thank you for fucking my slutty little cunt, Grandad!" responded
Sophie, the note of genuine gratitude in her voice clearly evident.

   "You're welcome, child," said Edward with a smile as his softening cock
slid from the 5-year-old's sticky slit.

   Sophie's eyes brightened when the bishop made way for her father and she
pulled apart her bum cheeks in gleeful anticipation of what was to come.

   "Dirty little whore!" said Giles lovingly, pushing his knob end into
Sophie's slightly-dilated anus.

   "Fuck my bum, Daddy, please!" urged the excited 5-year-old.  "Fuck it
really, really hard!"

   "If you insist, sweetie - here goes!"

   Sophie's excited enthusiasm began to abate somewhat when she felt her
anus being stretched to an extent which pushed its elasticity to the limit
and beyond.  As her father's turgid shaft slid slowly but relentlessly into
her rectum she concentrated on relaxing her bottom as much as possible, her
sphincter eventually giving sufficiently to allow the thrusting cock easier
access.

   "Good little girl!" praised Giles as he began to deliberately but
insistently piston his tool into the 5-year-old's hot bowels.

   "Give it her good and hard!" urged Ruth.  "The little slut's been really
asking for it these last few days."

   "Hasn't she just!  All that bottom wiggling was designed to get me
going, wasn't it, Sophie - it certainly succeeded!"

   Giles began to pick up the pace of his thrusting, causing the 5-year-old
to let out a variety of moans, whimpers and wails which increased in volume
as her father's loud grunts indicated that he was rapidly approaching his
orgasm.

   "You darling little whore!" he gasped breathlessly, spasmodically
unloading his balls into Sophie's hot, velvety bowels.

   To be finally spurting his semen deep inside the naked, trembling body
of his baby girl was even more of a profound sexual and emotional
experience than he had imagined it could be.  His only slight
disappointment was that he hadn't been able to bugger Sophie for longer
before reaching his climax - so intense had been his excitement at taking
her anal virginity.  Never mind, he thought, there'll be plenty of more
opportunities to give her a nice long, slow arse-fuck - he imagined, for
instance, how wonderful it would be to strip Sophie the moment she arrived
home from school and lovingly sodomize her.

   "She's all yours, Bill," said Giles as he reluctantly withdrew his
softening cock from the tight embrace of his daughter's anus.  "I reckon
her little twat could take another hard fuck - Sophie would love that,
wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

   Sophie gave him an enchanting smile which showed plainly that she did
indeed desire to be fucked again.  That smile was to prove revelatory for
Giles - until then he hadn't really believed that a 5-year-old girl could
have urgent desires which could only be satisfied by vigorous sexual
intercourse.

   "Relax for old Bill, you sweet little slut," said the gardener tenderly
as he inserted his pulsing shaft halfway into Sophie's sore cunt and began
to eagerly thrust into her.

   As a young man, Bill had suffered premature ejaculation problems but as
he had grown older these had slowly disappeared and now he could fuck for
prolonged periods before achieving a climax - as a highly delighted Sophie
was now discovering.

   "Don't hog the little whore, Bill," muttered John as he impatiently
waited his turn.

   "I'm almost there, sir!" grunted the gardener, pumping into the
5-year-old's abused pussy with increasing force.

   Sophie screamed rapturously when she felt Bill's hot spunk squirting
into her quivering little cunt.  Nothing in her young life had prepared the
5-year-old for the sheer ecstasy of having her exquisitely tight holes
repeatedly fucked.  She could feel her father's semen trickling from her
bumhole as John plugged the dilated orifice with his bloated cockhead and
eased into the sticky heat of her rectum.

   "I thought Olivia was a wanton little whore," said John as he began to
forcibly sodomize Sophie, "but you're more than a match for her!"

   His urgent cock squelched repeatedly into the 5-year-old's cum-filled
rectum as she looked up at him with an expression of dreamy rapture on her
pretty face.  With every stroke he sank ever deeper into the hot, gummy
stickiness of her bowels, each lancing thrust bringing a sharp ecstatic
yelp to her soft rosy lips.

   In a corner of the room, Joanna had watched with increasing excitement
and agitation as Sophie's baby holes were vigorously fucked.  She had known
and accepted for a while that her father intended to penetrate little
Maisie but had resisted his attempts to persuade her that the 3-year-old
should be given to his clergymen friends to be used as their whore.  That
resistance had rapidly faded away when she saw how joyfully Sophie had
taken hard cock in her pussy and bottom.  She saw that the bishop was
looking at Maisie with a passionate hunger in his eyes and quickly
undressed the little girl with trembling hands.

   "Please, take my baby - use her - please!" muttered Joanna incoherently,
opening the 3-year-old's legs and exposing her exquisitely tight holes to
the lecherous gaze of the bishop.

   Edward stroked his softening cock back to full erection and strode
determinedly over to Joanna and Maisie ...

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

   3-year-old Maisie struggled in her mother's arms as the bishop
approached her, his huge erection thrusting from between his hairy thighs.
She had watched in childish amazement as he had pumped his throbbing shaft
deep into Sophie's baby cunt and wasn't about to let him do the same to her
without a fight.

   "Don't be a silly little girl," chided Edward as he gestured to Joanna
to hold the 3-year-old's legs wide open.  "We all know that you're a horny
little slut so there's no point pretending you don't want my cock in your
holes - you're gagging for it really, aren't you, sweet child?"

   Maisie squirmed violently against her mother's constraining grip and
burst into tears when the bishop slapped his distended cock against her
face.

   "A little discipline would be appropriate here," suggested Edward
peremptorily.  "Maisie must learn to smile when she's being used - perhaps
you could try and persuade her of that, Bill?"

   "With pleasure, Bishop!"

   Bill scooped the weeping 3-year-old from her mother's lap and stood her
on the carpet, holding the little girl's arms above her head as he briskly
spanked her plump little bottom.  He firmly believed that it was right and
proper to subject children to any corrective treatment that persuaded them
to willingly allow themselves to be sexually used.  There was nothing
vindictive in the sharp slaps that he applied to his little granddaughter's
bum - he simply believed that Maisie had to understand that she was going
to be regularly molested from now on and there was no point in making a
fuss about it.

   "Give her back to me, Dad," urged Joanna when Bill had reddened the
3-year-old's bottom.  "I'm sure she's learned her lesson now - haven't you,
precious?"

   Maisie merely whimpered softly but she allowed her mother to open her
legs without a struggle and gave a sigh of reluctant consent when the
bishop prodded the bloated head of his cock against her plump mound.

   "That's more like it!" said Edward approvingly.  "Don't tense up,
Maisie, darling - just relax and I promise you'll enjoy your first fuck,
though probably not as much as I'm going to enjoy it!"

   "Please be careful!" cautioned Joanna as the bishop nudged his cockhead
between the 3-year-old's puffy labia and slid it into the hot tightness of
her immature vagina.  "I don't think that Maisie can take all of you inside
her - she's only a baby!"

   "What you think is of little importance, woman!" said the bishop
sternly. "You invited me to use Maisie and I intend to do just that, in
whatever way I choose.  Whether I fully penetrate or not is a decision for
me alone - do you understand?"

   "Yes, of course - I'm sorry," said Joanna with a sniffle.  "You're quite
right - fuck my baby as deeply as you want to, Edward."

   For the moment Joanna's maternal concern had overcome her long-standing
desire to see Maisie's babyholes stuffed with throbbing cockmeat but now
that desire returned with a vengeance and she groaned with aching lust as
the 3-year-old's tender vagina was increasingly stretched around the
bishop's urgent cock.

   "That's it, my sweet little whore!" said Edward appreciatively as he
insistently jabbed his rock-hard shaft into the silken clutch of Maisie's
tiny cunt.  "Lie back and enjoy it - Iike the darling little slut you are!"

   To say that the 3-year-old was positively enjoying being fucked would be
overstating the case but she certainly had relaxed when the bishop's
precum-smeared glans had eased into her hot hole - even her mother's
thrusting fingers hadn't felt as pleasurable.  The pleasure had increased
as the pulsing shaft had slowly penetrated her - but so had the pain.  It
was difficult for the onlookers to determine which of those sensations
predominated with her - as it was for the child herself.

   The bishop himself was almost delirious with delight - experienced
pedophile though he was, he had never before had the opportunity of
impaling a lovely 3-year-old like Maisie on his throbbing shaft. 
Everything about the sexual act with such a young child was thrilling to
him - the exquisite tightness of her virgin cunt, the shocked surprise in
her widening eyes as he pushed further into her, the way that her little
tummy began to bulge outwards slightly as his pulsing shaft slowly slid
into the hot moistness of her baby vagina.

   "Oh, my God, that's so beautiful!" muttered Joanna as she stroked the
3-year-old's lower belly and felt the hardness of the bishop's cock beneath
her fingers.

   That opinion was one that was shared by everyone in the room.  All of
them genuinely believed that it was morally right for the bishop to have
sexual intercourse with Maisie - that it would have been remiss of him not
to have done so.

   "This is a truly holy moment," said John reverently and there was a
murmur of agreement and approval from the onlookers.

   "Give the little slut another inch, Bishop," urged Joanna.  "She can
take it!"

   Edward wasn't at all sure about that but nevertheless forced himself
deeper into the 3-year-old's hot cunt until he had about five inches in
her. Maisie's pretty face was flushed and perspiring - a loud groan escaped
from her lips as the base of the bishop's thrusting cock stretched her tiny
hole to its limit.

   "What a truly blessed sight," pronounced Giles as he gazed in wonderment
at the 3-year-old's protuberant tummy.

   The bishop gave Maisie a few moments to recover before starting to fuck
her with slow steady strokes.  Her eyes filled with tears but otherwise she
showed no signs of distress - indeed Edward felt the elastic walls of the
3-year-old's cunt relax slightly as he picked up the pace and began to
drive into her relentlessly.

   "That's a good little slut!" he gasped, sensing that Maisie was
beginning to enjoy the experience of being fucked, rather than merely
enduring it.

   Indeed the noises now escaping from the 3-year-old's pretty lips were
undeniably euphoric in their nature and her tiny naked body positively
trembled with desire as her little belly bulged at each thrust of the
bishop's engorged prick.

   When Edward finally climaxed, after a few minutes of vigorous fucking
which had Maisie squealing with delight, his orgasm was of a profound
intensity such as he had never achieved before.  He pumped his full cumload
into the 3-year-old's immature womb and then gestured to Bill as he
withdrew his sticky tool from the tight grip of the little girl's twat.

   "It's your turn to get stuck into Maisie now, Bill.  Once you're inside
the little whore, I'd like you to lift her up so that John can give her
sweet bottom a good reaming."

   Once the gardener had almost fully inserted his rock-hard erection into
his granddaughter's cummy twat, he hugged her to his chest and lifted her
of Joanna's lap.

   "Grease her bumhole up, Jo," he instructed tersely.  "The more lube you
use, the better, I would imagine - it looks like the Reverend John is going
to have quite a struggle getting his cock up there."

   As he said this, Bill was exploring the 3-year-old's anus with his
fingertip.  He had managed to force two fingers into her rectum on the
previous evening with some difficulty but even so John's turgid shaft
looked as though it would be a very tight fit indeed in Maisie's bottom.

   Joanna diligently applied lubrication to John's erection and to her
little daughter's anus, carefully guiding them together when she had
finished.  She knew that anal intercourse would cause Maisie a good deal of
pain but wasn't about to let that spoil her pleasure in watching the
3-year-old being double-fucked.

   "You want this so much, don't you, you sweet little cunt?" said the
Reverend John hoarsely as he roughly forced his bloated cock into Maisie's
hot bowels.

   "Of course she does!" said Bill.  "Maisie's a dirty slut, just like her
mother - give it her good and hard, Reverend!"

   John didn't set out to hurt the 3-year-old - it was simply that his
sexual needs had priority over any other considerations.  Nevertheless, he
was surprised to discover that hearing Maisie's high-pitched yells as he
stabbed into her rectum definitely increased the intensity of his pleasure.
Her cries seemed to have a similar effect on everyone else - shouts of
animated encouragement rang around the room as he continued to stab into
the little girl's lovely bottom.

   "The little whore can take more than that, Reverend!" insisted Bill,
desperate to see Maisie given a thorough buggering.

   Here was a man who doted on his little granddaughter - and yet was
urging that she be forcibly sodomized!  In fact, there was no paradox here.
Bill was sure that, after her initial distress, Maisie would soon come to
enjoy all forms of penetrative sex - he genuinely believed that it was the
duty of himself and Joanna to encourage the 3-year-old to discover her
sexuality and to delight in it.

   John pulled his bloated cock a few inches from Maisie's
tightly-stretched sphincter and then rammed it back in again and began to
sodomize her with an almost ferocious intensity.  The 3-year-old wailed
piteously, her cries becoming even more anguished when Bill started to
vigorously cunt-fuck her.

   "Hush, darling, hush!" said Joanna soothingly as her daughter's
complaints continued.  "Just relax and enjoy it - not many little girls of
your age are lucky enough to have their cunt and bottom pleasured at the
same time!"

   Joanna had always truly thought that children of both sexes should be
introduced to penetrative sex at as early an age as possible - and her
3-year-old's harrowing cries did nothing to change that view.  Indeed,
Maisie's suffering seemed to be abating now - her yells of pain had slowly
dwindled into persistent whimpers, which in turn had been transformed into
moans which appeared to be the result of pleasure as much as pain.

   The searing hurt in Maisie's belly and bottom which had developed as the
two throbbing cocks pistoned into her trembling body gradually eased into a
kind of aching glow which became delightful to the 3-year-old - a delight
which deepened markedly when she felt hot jets of sperm filling up her
ravaged holes.

   "Let me at the little beauty!" cried Giles urgently as Joanna gathered
her little daughter into her arms.

   He forced the bloated head of his cock between the 3-year-old's lips and
kept on pushing until he felt it hit the back of her throat.

   "I've just got to fuck your sweet mouth, Maisie, darling!  You want it
too, don't you, you delicious little whore?"

   The question was purely rhetorical, the 3-year-old being in no position
to respond, but Giles acted as though she had answered him in the
affirmative, fucking into her warm moist mouth with passionate thrusts.

   "Don't struggle, child!" chided Joanna, in a firm but gentle tone. 
"Giles is doing you a great honour by putting his penis in your mouth, you
silly little girl!"

   She held Maisie's head firmly as Giles continued to fuck into the
3-year-old's soft throat, to the accompaniment of deliciously wet gurgling
sounds.

   "You love it, you dirty little slut - you love it so much!"

   "Watch out - she's going to puke!" warned Joanna.

   Giles reluctantly pulled his cock from the red-faced Maisie's mouth and
waited for her to cough up a small amount of vomit before resuming his
energetic throat-fuck.  Several more jabbing strokes had the 3-year-old
retching again and this time she spewed copiously down her bare chest.

   "Is that the lot, sweetie?" remarked Joanna unconcernedly as she nodded
to Giles to continue.

   Maisie's eyes were streaming with tears now but although Giles felt
solicitude towards her he had no intention of holding back.  Fucking the
3-year-old's mouth was proving to be one of the erotic highlights of his
life and his concern for her wasn't going to stop him bringing the
experience to a satisfactory climax.

   That climax arrived in a surging rush after a few more minutes of brisk
throat-fucking.  Maisie's mouth quickly filled with hot semen and as she
choked on the glutinous fluid she instinctively gulped it down noisily.

   "That's a good little cumslut!" said Bill approvingly.  "Keep it up and
one day you'll be as big a whore as your mother!"

   Joanna smiled warmly at her father on receiving this compliment and then
French kissed little Maisie passionately, sucking wetly on the 3-year-old's
semen-coated tongue.

   "Can I have some of that please?" asked Sonia eagerly, to the
accompaniment of similar sentiments from Ruth and Cheryl.

   "Here you are, Mum," said Joanna, willingly handing Maisie over to her.

   If the tearful 3-year-old thought that she would receive more
compassionate treatment from her grandmother, she was soon to be
undeceived. It was true that she enjoyed feeling Sonia's tongue exploring
her mouth while a finger probed deeply into her hot, sticky twat - but when
Cheryl and Ruth each jammed a thumb into her sore anus and began to
forcibly stretch it open, she cried out in distress.

   "Let's have less of the tears, Maisie," commanded Joanna warningly.  "A
horny little bitch like you should always welcome having her bottom opened
up."

   She noticed a large wooden crucifix on the wall and took it down,
handing it to Ruth.

   "Try that for size - it should give the little whore something to cry
about!"

   Ruth unhesitatingly slid the longest arm of the crucifix deep into the
3-year-old's cum-oozing anus and laughed delightedly when the little tot
howled in protest.

   "You don't fool me, Maisie!  You want more, don't you - you want as much
as I can give you!"

   She rammed the crucifix as deeply as she could into Maisie's bowels and
began to sodomize the wailing little girl with a torrid intensity.  This
was so beautiful, she thought - and undoubtedly a moral act.  What a
terrible waste it would be not to sexually use a darling little girl like
Maisie in every possible way!

   "I need something for the little sweeheart's cunt," observed Cheryl,
turning towards Sonia.

   "What about one of these," said the gardener's wife, gesturing to a
number of small plaster figures on a shelf by her side.

   "Perfect," agreed Cheryl, accepting a statuette of the Virgin Mary from
Sonia.

   She inserted the head of the statuette into Maisie's sticky vaginal
entrance and firmly pushed it in as far as it would go.  The 3-year-old let
out a howl of protest and continued to wail as Cheryl repeatedly fucked the
statuette into her cum-filled pussy.

   "You're such a little tease!" said Ruth as she repeatedly rammed the
crucifix into the tight grip of Maisie's rectum.  "We all know that you
love having your sweet little babyholes fucked - you're not fooling anybody
with those tears!"

   "Where's my slut daughter got to?" asked Bill, noting her absence.

   "Here I am, Daddy!"

   Joanna had left the room unnoticed to visit the bathroom - but her
reappearance did not go unobserved.  Naked but for a strap-on dildo she
walked blushingly up to Cheryl and smiled diffidently at her.

   "When you've finished with Maisie, I rather thought I'd like to
cunt-fuck her with this beauty."

   Joanna gripped the thick shaft of the dildo and presented its bulbous
tip to the 3-year-old's cunthole as Cheryl withdrew the Virgin Mary
figurine from the weeping little girl.  As everyone else was evidently
intent on using Maisie as their whore, she wasn't about to be left out!

   "Go to it, girl!" urged Bill, slapping his daughter's arse.

   Further noisy encouragement followed as Joanna slid her strap-on into
Maisie's abused twat.  There was something so gloriously obscene about
watching the heavily-pregnant young woman cunt-fucking the crying
3-year-old that the onlookers found themselves cheering spontaneously.

   "What a truly uplifting and spiritual sight!" remarked the bishop.

   His words were meant sincerely.  To him nothing could be more beautiful
and natural than a mother having penetrative sex with her young daughter -
a belief which was enthusiastically shared by everyone in the room.

   Joanna grunted joyously as she pistoned her strap-on into Maisie's
slippery twat.  An intense erotic euphoria overcame her as she thrust the
phallus deep into the 3-year-old - this was the most wonderfully exquisite
pleasure she had ever experienced, or could ever hope to experience. 
Maisie's screams and grimaces did nothing to change that feeling - the
little slut would soon learn to enjoy being fucked!

   "Don't hog the sweet little whore, Joanna," said John laughingly.

   "Could you form an orderly queue, please?" commented Joanna with a smile
as she reluctantly withdrew the cum-smeared strap-on from Maisie's dilated
vagina.

   Ignoring the 3-year-old's plaintive wails, John sank his engorged tool
into her cummy twat and proceeded to fuck her with vigorous strokes. 
Behind him, Giles, Bill and Edward handled their cocks restlessly as they
waited for their turn.

   "My baby's first gang bang!" moaned Joanna ecstatically.

   "The first of many!" promised the bishop.  "I hope you realize how lucky
Maisie is."

   "She's a very fortunate little girl indeed," agreed Joanna readily.  "I
only wish that dad had started interfering with me when I was Maisie's
age."

   "Never mind, dear," said Bill, looking at his daughter's swollen belly.
"I'll be interfering with Maisie's baby sister as soon as I can get my
hands on her!"

   "You won't be the only one," declared Edward.  "I expect Joanna to allow
everyone in this room to molest her new baby.  That includes Sophie and
Olivia - their little fingers will be very useful when the child's holes
are ready to be opened up."

   Joanna's face glowed with an almost blissful satisfaction.  "I would be
honoured if you would all use my baby in any way you choose - I know that
you'll treat her with love."

   "In the meantime we've got to try and satisfy this little whore," said
Giles, taking his place between Maisie's open legs.  "She's such a horny
little slut that I swear she could take hard cock all day and still beg for
more!"

   As if to confirm the accuracy of Giles' statement, the 3-year-old opened
her legs wider as his cock eased between her swollen labia and gave a moan
which was undoubtedly one of pleasure.

   "She's such a hot little bitch!" said Bill approvingly as Giles speared
his thick shaft into the moaning little girl.

   "It's my belief," said the bishop, "that most 3-year-old girls would
prove to be hot little bitches if only their parents brought them up in the
correct way.  Unfortunately, the current irrational prejudice against
incest and pedophilia means that only a few lucky children are allowed to
develop a fulfilling sex life."

   Ruth nodded in agreement.  "If only those prejudiced against pedophilia
could see Maisie now - I'm sure they would soon change their minds."

   At that moment the 3-year-old squealed with pure joy as Giles squirted
his hot seed into her trembling belly.  Her body ached all over but she
craved for more hard cock pumping into her hot, wet cunt - for more
scalding semen flooding into her immature womb.

   Bill smiled at his granddaughter.  "Does Maisie want grandad to stick
his big penis into her sticky little twat?"

   "Of course she does, Dad," said Joanna.  "Get stuck into the little slut
and fuck her till she squeals!"

   "Can I borrow your strap-on, Joanna?" asked Cheryl urgently.  "I badly
need to fuck Maisie once Bill and Edward have finished with her."

   "I'll have it after Cheryl, if I may," said Ruth.  "It's only right that
we all get a chance to show Maisie how much we love her."

   "You really are a lucky little girl, aren't you, Maisie?" said Bill as
he drove his throbbing cock into her hot, swollen cunt.  "A very lucky
little girl indeed!"

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