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 Author: David Stephens
Title: The Pleasure Garden
Keywords: M/g, MMF/g, inc, pedo





   The Pleasure Garden

   by David Stephens

   Part One

   Some way from the house was a sunken garden surrounded by high laurel
hedges which insulated it to a certain degree from the excited chatter of
children.  I sat down on one of the rustic benches around a central pool
and relaxed in the summer sunshine as I recollected the events of the
morning.

   When Sir James Grant had invited me to the monthly garden party of the
SPP - the Society for the Promotion of Pedophilia - I had thought at first
that he was joking.  As a prominent local businessman, I had got to know
him well over the previous months and he had, after several hints, made it
plain to me that he had a sexual interest in children.  Why he had chosen
to disclose this to me wasn't clear - perhaps he had suspected that I was a
fellow pedophile - but when I haltingly admitted that I did in fact have
similar interests his relief was apparent and from that moment we became
good friends.

   As I say, I had assumed that Sir James' invitation to the garden party
was a bit of pleasantry.  The idea of a Society for the Promotion of
Pedophilia was a very attractive one but I automatically assumed that it
was a figment of Sir James' imagination.  He had hastened to assure me that
it was in fact a thriving local organization which he and his wife, Lady
Annabel, jointly headed.

   Wandering through the extensive grounds of Hartshill Manor that morning
it had been difficult to know where to look - there must have been at least
twenty children there, at least a dozen of them little girls in the 2-8 age
range which I found particularly desirable.  The erotic charge in the air
had been palpable, even though there had been no actual sexual activity. 
Sir James had emphasized how important it was to hide the nature of the
society from prying eyes - particularly as a public footpath ran close to
one corner of the gardens.  A number of sexual diversions were planned to
take place in the house later but the main purpose of the party was to
acquaint the parents so that they could make arrangements to molest each
other's children in the future.

   Although I saw no overtly sexual activity that morning, the little girls
in particular seemed to be well aware of the blatantly lascivious looks
which they received.  Dressed in extremely skimpy summer clothes, they had
paraded before the adults in a flagrantly provocative manner which had
seemed designed to inflame their lust.  That had been a moment of
revelation for me.  These weren't innocent little girls who were unaware of
the passions they aroused - they knew how much they were desired and they
loved it!

   When I had noticed a pretty little tot of around 4 in a flimsy top which
was inscribed with the legend: `I'm a dirty little slut!' I had
instinctively muttered: "I can well believe that!"

   This spontaneous remark gained me a flashing smile from the lissom young
woman who I presumed was the little tot's mother, together with her phone
number and an invitation to contact her in the near future.

   "I'm looking for a regular lover for Danni," she had explained, "and
you're the likeliest candidate I've found to date!"

   It was incidents such as this that had led me to the tranquil sanctuary
of the sunken garden.  During the morning I had received a number of sexual
propositions from parents on behalf of their children, subject to me
allowing them to use my little daughter in return.  These proposals had
left me in something of a quandary - I was eager to agree to them but
couldn't imagine allowing my 2-year-old daughter, Ellie, to be molested by
strangers.

   It wasn't so much that I considered Ellie too young to be sexually
abused - Sir James had assured me that no child was ever too young for that
and I had no reason to doubt his judgment.  It was simply that I wanted to
be the one to introduce her to the joys of sex before I thought about
permitting others to use her.  I had left her in the care of two young
women with toddlers of their own while I went in search of seclusion for a
while and considered what to do.

   As I pondered the deliciously erotic future possibilities I noticed a
pretty, brown-haired little girl walk down the stone steps that led to the
garden and sit on the wooden bench on the other side of the pool.  With her
was a graceful young woman who was clearly the little girl's mother.  I
soon turned my gaze from the woman, though she was something of a looker
herself in her thin summer dress, to the little girl, whose attention had
been caught by the sunlit colours of the koi carp in the pond.

   She was wearing an extremely short, sleeveless navy-blue dress made of a
clingy material which highlighted the loveliness of her unformed body, its
neckline cut so low that it barely covered her nipples.  With its spaghetti
shoulder straps and split up one side, the dress had clearly been designed
to expose as much flesh as possible - and succeeded in that aim admirably!

   I looked again at the woman, whose cream-coloured dress was more
conservatively-styled than her daughter's but close-fitting enough to
indicate the comeliness of her body.  A brunette, like her daughter, she
had an air of effortless superiority about her which I associated with the
English upper classes - she was probably the wife of one of the local
bigwigs, I conjectured.

   I was just considering whether to walk round to the other side of the
pond and introduce myself - thus giving me an excuse to take a closer look
at the little girl - when a burly, florid-faced man plodded down the steps
into the garden and stood in front of the woman.

   "I've been trying to find you for ages!" he said in an unnecessarily
loud voice.  "I've checked out all the little sluts here and I reckon that
Pippa here is the foxiest-looking of the lot!  I thought perhaps we could
come to an arrangement.  If you'll let me have my wicked way with the
little beauty, I'll let you - and your old man, if you have one - use my
little Marlene any way you want to!"

   I'd seen Marlene earlier - the type of unattractively podgy little girl
who would quite possibly grow into a good-looking teenager but who for the
present was hardly a fair exchange for the enchanting Pippa.

   "I'm sorry, I don't know your name, Mr ...  ," said Pippa's mother, not
attempting to hide her look of disdain.

   "Bailey - Joe Bailey.  What do you say to my proposition, lady?"

   "I'm afraid that I couldn't consider it - my husband and I don't enter
into such arrangements at the moment."

   "I understood that Pippa was a little slut!" said Bailey in an aggrieved
tone.  "Are you telling me that I'm wrong?"

   "Not at all, Mr Bailey.  Pippa is indeed a little slut but ...  "

   "A bit of a goer, I was led to believe!"

   "I beg your pardon?" said the girl's mother in an icy tone.

   "I was told that she loves a good length of the old pork sword in her
little funholes!"

   I decided it was time to make a move - Bailey had disturbed the
peacefulness of the garden long enough.  I was sure that he hadn't noticed
me so was able to come up behind him as though I had just walked down the
steps.

   "They're drawing the raffle soon!" I said brightly.  "If you've bought
any tickets I suggest you hurry along to the house - it would be a pity to
miss out on the prizes!"

   "One of them is the chance to spend the night with Sir James' little
daughter," said the woman temptingly.  "I'm sure that would suit you, Mr
Bailey!"

   "You bet it would!" grunted Bailey as he lumbered towards the steps. 
"I'll catch you later, lady - we can have another little chat about you
know what."

   "I can hardly wait!" sighed the woman as Bailey left the sunken garden.

   "I don't suppose the raffle is being drawn yet," I said, sitting down on
the other side of Pippa.  "I couldn't think of any other way of getting rid
of our loudmouthed friend."

   "I know for a fact that the raffle isn't being drawn yet," said the
smiling woman.  "I'm the one drawing it!"

   "Then you must be ...  "

   "Lady Annabel Grant," she said, shaking hands with me.

   "Hugh Sanderson," I responded.  "Your husband may have mentioned me."

   "Indeed he has!  He holds you in high regard, Hugh.  By the way, we're
James and Anna to our friends - and this is Pippa of course ...  "

   "The well-known little slut," I said, immediately wondering if I had
gone too far.

   "I don't think many mothers can be lucky enough to have such a
wonderfully slutty 6-year-old as their daughter!" said Anna proudly.

   "In fact she could be described as a bit of a goer, as Mr Bailey put
it?"

   "Mr Bailey has a colourful way with words but I can't deny the sense of
what he says - you must understand that Pippa has been sexually active for
more than three years.  Even when she was little more than a baby she loved
being molested and that's still the case - though these days she takes a
rather more proactive part in the molestation!"

   "I gather that you don't enter into the usual child-swapping
arrangements with other SPP members - or was that an attempt to get rid of
Joe Bailey?"

   "No, it wasn't.  Up to now, Pippa has only had sex with her father and
myself ...  "

   "And Emma!" chipped in the 6-year-old perkily.

   "And Emma, of course," agreed Anna with a smile.  "Emma is a young girl
who works in the office as well as helping out wherever she's asked to - a
very important member of the staff.  A few weeks ago I caught her with her
hand in Pippa's knickers and subsequently discovered that she's been having
a clandestine sexual relationship with my daughter for the last three
months."

   "I couldn't tell you about it, Mummy," said Pippa apologetically.  "I
promised Emma."

   "I know, darling, but as I explained to Emma your father and I highly
approve of you having sex with her - or just about anyone else, come to
that.  Except for people such as Mr Bailey, of course!"

   "What if he wins me in the raffle, Mummy?" asked the 6-year-old, a
worried frown on her pretty little face.  "He's really horrible!"

   "Oh dear - I hadn't thought of that," mused Anna.  "I can't bear the
thought of that man mauling you about!"

   "I assume Pippa is first prize in the raffle," I ventured.  "I can't
imagine anything more desirable than a torrid night of sex with her!"

   "It's nice of you to say so," said Anna, "but in fact a night with the
Anderson twins is the first prize.  They're 7-year-old cute little blondes
who are well-known sluts, whereas Pippa's sluttiness is an unknown quantity
to most people - except for those of us lucky enough to have enjoyed her
body."

   "I hesitate to suggest this, Anna, but as you're drawing the raffle
you're in the ideal position to make sure that Joe Bailey doesn't get his
hands on Pippa.  If his number does come up, you only have to substitute
another one for it - 93, for example."

   "Which just happens to be your number, I presume?" laughed Anna.

   "Exactly!  A little bit naughty I know but it would be in a good cause."

   "In fact I could substitute 93 for any number that comes up - not only
Mr Bailey's."

   "A splendid idea!  What do think to that, Pippa - would you like to
spend a night of passion with me?"

   "Have you got a big cock, Hugh?" asked the 6-year-old, a mischievous
grin lighting up her cute little face.

   "Pippa!" cried her mother.  "Young ladies shouldn't ask their gentlemen
friends questions like that!"

   "I've not had any complaints from my other girlfriends, anyway!" I
laughed.

   Chatting amiably, we ambled towards the house when it was almost time
for the raffle.  When Pippa took hold of my hand and pressed her warm
little body against my side, I felt ridiculously happy.  She was such a
bewitchingly charming child, I thought, apart from being extremely sexually
desirable.  I noted the lecherous looks that she attracted and felt the
same kind of proprietorial interest in her as he did when I was with a
particularly good-looking girlfriend.

   "What do you think of Pippa's dress, Hugh?" asked Anna as we approached
the imposing facade of the house.  "I designed it myself and Emma made it
up for me - dressmaking is one of her many talents."

   "It's a fantastic dress, Anna!  Very sexy indeed and wonderfully slutty
in quite a tasteful kind of way.  I love the way that the neckline is cut
so low that Pippa's little nips keep peeking above it as she walks!"

   "That's a nice little touch, isn't it?  A girl like Pippa is going to
look sexy in anything but I do like to dress her in something which will
enhance her sexiness."

   "And attract attention to her?"

   "Of course!  I want every man and woman here to look at Pippa with
desire in their eyes!"

   "I think you've succeeded in that aim without any difficulty at all!"

   The drawing of the raffle went off without any major problems.  Joe
Bailey didn't look too happy when I walked into the library hand in hand
with Pippa - presumably he had only just discovered who she was - and
looked even less happy, as well as suspicious, when Anna announced that I
had won the 2nd prize - a night of love with her little daughter.

   Luckily, Bailey was all smiles a few moments later when Anna declared
that he had won the 1st prize - his own night of love with the 7-year-old
Anderson twins.  Seconds later, two squealing blonde-haired little girls
ran up to him and kissed and hugged him excitedly - they plainly didn't
share Pippa's aversion.

   "Common little tarts!" sniffed Anna contemptuously.  "They'll fuck
anything with a cock - man or beast.  Absolutely no discernment at all!"

   "I'm sorry, Hugh," she added, seeing the look of surprise on my face. 
"I try not to judge people too harshly but those Anderson girls are so
vulgar!  They have absolutely no taste at all - even a slut has to have
standards!"

   When she had calmed down, Anna led me into a small reception nearby
where a small group of men and little girls were on the point of being
addressed by her husband.

   "We have five pairs of contestants," said Sir James bluffly, greeting
Anna with a smile as she came to his side.  "The rules are quite
straightforward - each father is simply to bring himself to orgasm and then
ejaculate on his little girl's face.  The winner - to be decided by my wife
- will of course be the one who deposits the most copious load of semen,
though Lady Annabel will deduct marks if any little girl shows any dislike
of receiving her facial!"

   "Although I think that is extremely unlikely," said Anna smilingly.  "I
can see that all the little girls here are experienced cumsluts!"

   She whispered into her husband's ear and he nodded understandingly.

   "My wife has suggested that our little girl, Pippa, take part in the
contest with my good friend, Hugh Sanderson.  They won't be eligible for
the winning prize, of course, as Pippa is the judge's daughter!"

   Pippa whooped with delight and knelt at my feet, lifting up her smiling
face to me as she patiently waited to receive her facial.  The other little
girls followed suit and then there was the sound of flies being hastily
unzipped and the excited giggles of the girls as the men wanked above their
pretty faces.

   Pippa saw that I was trying unsuccessfully to look down the front of her
tight dress and so she helpfully pushed it down at one side to bare one of
her coral-pink nipples.  As she started to uncover her other nipple, Anna
smacked her hand smartly and shook her head.

   "One exposed nipple is sexy, Pippa," she explained.  "Exposing both of
them is mere vulgarity.  There's no need to pout, young lady!  Give Hugh a
big smile now - it looks to me as though he's ready to unload his balls on
you."

   The sullen look that had briefly marred the loveliness of the
6-year-old's features quickly disappeared as she expectantly waited for her
face to be creamed.  Around her, five other cute little faces looked up
eagerly as they too anticipated the gooey delights of a facial.

   After a few minutes of vigorous masturbating, accompanied by a variety
of grunts and groans, six cocks spurted their sticky loads over six smiling
faces.  I don't like to boast but I do think that I did a particularly good
job of decorating Pippa's face with thick gouts of creamy cum - a
prizewinning performance I would have thought in other circumstances.

   "That was a splendid effort, Hugh!" said Anna, confirming my opinion.

   Then she walked slowly around the room and carefully studied the
jizz-splattered faces of the other girls, eventually deciding that a
rosy-cheeked 3-year-old called Tanya had been the recipient of the winning
load of spunk.  The little girl's father looked suitably proud of himself,
grinning with delight as creamy globs of cum slid slowly down the smiling
3-year-old's cheeks and dangled thickly from her little chin.

   "A worthy winner, I'm sure everyone will agree," said Anna to a
smattering of applause.  "The prize is a year's subscription to `Preteen
Anal Whores' magazine, together with this new German DVD whose title in
translation is something like `Sperm-Hungry Little-Girl Sluts' - which
sounds very enticing indeed!"

   As Tanya's father gazed intently at the cover of the DVD, a slim young
woman of about 18, in t-shirt and jeans, slipped into the room and walked
quickly up to Sir James.  His welcoming smile faded slightly when he
noticed the look of concern on her face and he hurriedly drew her into a
corner of the room where they conversed in a terse whisper.  Despite the
obvious seriousness of the conversation I noticed that Sir James' hand,
which had at first rested on the girl's slender waist, quickly strayed to
her bottom - and that the girl, almost automatically, pushed herself
seductively against the caressing hand.

   Sir James beckoned me over and I had time to further study the girl
before I reached him.  Slim-waisted, slim-hipped and with small but pert
breasts, she had the kind of body which I found highly desirable.  Not as
desirable as Pippa's of course, or of many of the other preteen girls I had
seen that day - but that was hardly likely.

   "This is Emma," explained Sir James," the girl my wife told you about
earlier.  She informs me that the police want a word with me about today's
activities.  I wonder if you wouldn't mind coming with me to the office -
this could be a very tricky situation indeed!"

   I could see that he was worried - understandably so - and readily
followed him to the office, Emma bringing up the rear.  The police officers
were quietly talking to each other as they sat in two leather armchairs by
the office window.  There was no indication that anything serious was afoot
- the female officer even gave us a welcoming smile as we all sat opposite
her and her male colleague.

   "This is Detective Inspector Packer," said Emma as Sir James shook hands
with the stockily-built, swarthy man who rose to greet him.

   "And this is Detective Sergeant Davis," she added, indicating the female
officer, who, like her colleague, was in plain clothes - in her case a
close-fitting linen jacket and slacks which emphasized the slimness of her
figure.

   "I believe you have some concerns about our little gathering here today,
Inspector?" said Sir James tentatively.

   "The initial concerns came from a member of the public, sir.  An elderly
lady who was walking her dog close to your grounds this morning was rather
surprised by the number of scantily-clad little girls in your gardens."

   "Well it is a warm day, Inspector - and even very young girls these days
like to look attractive, not to say ...  erm ..."

   "Sexy, sir?" said the Sergeant helpfully.

   "Yes indeed!" said Sir James, looking at the slim young policewoman
gratefully.  "The little sweethearts love to parade around in their skimpy
tops and short skirts - especially when their provocative behaviour is
encouraged by their parents rather than forbidden, as is so often the case,
unfortunately."

   "I believe you have a 6-year-old daughter, sir," said the Inspector. 
"May I ask if you encourage her to wear very little and flaunt herself in
front of strangers?"

   "Oh yes, Inspector - yes indeed!  I'm so proud of my darling little girl
that I want as many people as possible to see how sexy she is!  Could you
do me a favour and fetch Pippa for me, Emma?"

   I closely watched the faces of the two officers as the 6-year-old
entered the office shortly afterwards and what I saw there I can only
describe as a sort of restrained lust.  It was clear to me that they felt
the same desire for Pippa as the rest of us - even if they felt themselves
unable to express that desire.  Pippa herself, of course, simply basked in
the intense gazes of the police officers - the lovely little slut!  One of
her thin shoulder straps had slipped down and on that side a rosy-pink
nipple peeked erotically over the neckline of her dress.  The nipple looked
flushed and somewhat swollen, as though she had firmly tweaked it several
times before entering the room - something which I was quite sure she was
capable of!

   "Well, Sir James," said the Inspector eventually, after staring fixedly
at the 6-year-old for several moments, "In the present circumstances I
perhaps shouldn't say this, but I have to admit that your daughter is an
incredibly sexy little girl!"

   "Especially in that hot little dress!" agreed the Sergeant, the calmness
of her professional manner suddenly disintegrating.  "A girl wearing a sexy
little number like that is likely to get herself molested!"

   "Precisely!" said Sir James.  "And there's nothing my little girl likes
better than being molested, is there, Pippa, darling?"

   The 6-year-old merely smiled enigmatically, clearly enjoying the
attention she was receiving - and being aroused by it I noticed, for her
exposed nipple had stiffened even further and the other one was now poking
perceptibly through the clingy material of her dress.

   "I assume that you realize the seriousness of what you're saying, sir?"
said the Inspector soberly.  "The sexual molestation of young children is a
very grave offence and the Sergeant and I have already seen and heard
enough today to justify a police investigation into the society I believe
you're the head of - the SPP I understand it's called, though I don't know
what those initials stand for as yet."

   "The Society for the Promotion of Pedophilia!" piped up Pippa
immediately.

   Sir James didn't seem too concerned by his daughter's disclosure - and
neither of the police officers appeared to be exactly shocked by her words.

   "A pedophile is a grown-up who likes doing naughty things to little
girls and boys and doing sex with them!" explained the 6-year-old brightly.
"Like my mummy and daddy!"

   "Thank you, Pippa!" said the Sergeant, a smile playing about her lips.
"That's very helpful of you."

   "Perhaps," said Sir James calmly to the policewoman, "my daughter could
have added that even those people who regard a 6-year-old like her as being
sexually attractive could be considered pedophiles - people such as
yourself and the Inspector."

   "I accept that, of course, Sir James," said the Inspector, showing no
sign that he disapproved of this point of view.

   "I must admit," he added, "that Kay and I spent a lot of time pointing
out the sexy little girls to each other as we walked up to the house."

   "And reading the messages on their skimpy little tops," added the
Sergeant.

   "The first child we came upon in your grounds," said the Inspector, "was
a pretty little girl of about 7 with a simple question emblazoned across
her lovely flat chest: `Want Some?'"

   "When the girl's mother saw George staring at her little darling's
chest," said Kay, "she looked extremely pleased.  `If you do want some,
you're welcome to get stuck into the little bitch sometime!' were her exact
words.  `All the guys reckon she's really hot stuff in bed - I'm sure you
wouldn't be disappointed!'"

   "Unfortunately," said George ruefully, "her invitation was conditional
on my having a little girl of my own to exchange with her ...  "

   "Yes," said Kay wistfully.  "If only little Cassie had been with us
today ...  "

   "My little 4-year-old, Cassandra," explained George, handing Sir James a
photograph from his wallet.  "Not that I would ever consider handing her
over to a pedophile, of course ...  "

   "Exciting thought, though, isn't it?" commented Sir James wryly - and I
noted that the Inspector didn't contradict him!

   I looked at the photo of George's little girl with interest.  The
blonde-haired cherub would certainly have attracted a good deal of
lecherous attention if she had been with her father at the garden party!

   "What an enchanting child!" remarked Sir James.  "I would love to see
her in something a little more revealing, though, Inspector - a miniskirt,
perhaps, to show off her pretty legs, and a tiny little top."

   "Or a dress like Pippa's!" said Kay excitedly.

   "I would be happy to make a dress for Cassandra, Inspector," said Emma
eagerly.  "I've got some material left over from Pippa's that would be
perfect for her."

   "Do say yes, George!" urged Kay, noting her colleague's hesitance. 
"Cassie would look so hot in a sexy little number like Pippa's!"

   "Yes, she would, wouldn't she?" agreed George after a few moments, his
face breaking into a wide smile which completely transformed his rather
saturnine expression.  "I've no doubt that she would have received quite a
few offers today, dressed like Pippa!"

   "Do you remember that little girl with the `Come and Get It!' top on?  "
said Kay.

   "Or the one with `Give it to me Hard!' scrawled on her t-shirt" added
George.

   "And as for the pretty moppet in the `I'm a dirty little slut!' top ...
"

   "I could have had that sexy little flirt if Cassie had been with me
today," muttered George mournfully.

   "There's always next month, Inspector!" suggested Emma brightly.  "You
can bring your little girl over here anytime and I'll measure her for her
new dress.  Cassandra will be the centre of attraction at Sir James' next
garden party - and you'll be able to have your pick of the other little
sluts!"

   "If I was sure that the sweet little things I've seen today could be
fucked without being harmed I would probably take you up on that, Emma."

   "Pick one of the cuties out, George," said Sir James.  "I'll have her
brought in here so that I can shaft her for you - I can assure you that
most of the little girls here today love taking hard cock in their sweet
little holes!"

   "Even a tiny child like that one over there?" said Kay, looking out of
the office window.

   "Let me see," said Sir James as he joined the Sergeant.  "Ah - darling
Ruth!  Such a deliciously obliging little whore for a 5-year-old!"

   Kay looked at him doubtfully and when I moved to the window I could see
why.  Ruth was a pretty little thing dressed in a flimsy top and skin-tight
shorts who looked even younger than her 5 years.  Her masses of dark curly
hair and huge hazel eyes gave her an air of innocence which didn't match
Sir James' description of her as an obliging little whore.  I found it hard
to believe that she would enjoy being fucked - especially when Sir James
returned to his seat and pulled out a surprisingly large cock from his open
fly.

   "Have a word with Ruth's mother, will you, Emma?" said Sir James.  "Not
that there's any possibility that Rachel will object to me poking little
Ruthie but it's best to do these things properly."

   By the time that Kay had again seated herself by the Inspector's side,
Emma was showing Ruth and her mother into the office and making the
introductions.  The 5-year-old's eyes never moved from Sir James'
thickening cock and Rachel commented on this when she had said hello to
everyone.

   "Ruthie is such a cock-happy little slut!" she said proudly.

   "As every well-brought up little girl should be!" said Sir James
suavely. "Our friends George and Kay here are not altogether convinced that
a tiny thing like Ruth could possibly enjoy taking hard cock in her little
holes - I intend to disabuse them of that misconception now if you'll
permit me."

   "Of course, Sir James!  Ruthie will need to be warmed up, though, before
she's ready to be fucked.  A spot of French kissing and a good feeling up
usually suffices - perhaps the young lady would care to ...  "

   "Yes, the young lady definitely would care to!" said Kay, holding out
her arms to the 5-year-old.

   Ruth immediately ran to the Sergeant and climbed onto her lap.  Clearly
used to being molested, she automatically began to peel her top off - but
soon got into a tangle as she tried to pull it over her head.

   "Let me help you, sweetie," said Kay, deftly freeing the 5-year-old's
head from the twisted top before whisking off her shorts and knickers.

   "Are you going to use Ruthie's pussy or bottom, Sir James?" she added as
Emma handed her a tube of lubricant.

   "You choose, my dear - and please drop the `Sir'.  My wife and I are
simply Anna and James to our friends."

   "Well, James, I must say that I would be very interested to see how you
could possibly fit your lovely big cock into Ruth's sweet little bumhole!"

   "Then so you shall - once you've warmed the little slut up for me!"

   Kay promptly slipped her tongue between the 5-year-old's soft lips and
kissed her ardently as she smeared lube onto her tight pink anal pucker. 
When Ruth's small fingers began to fumble at the neck of her shirt, she
helpfully unfastened it and looked at the little girl's mother
questioningly.

   "Ruthie enjoys sucking on a breast while she's having one of her holes
opened up," explained Rachel.

   Kay hastily pushed her bra down and Ruth immediately fastened her lips
onto the Sergeant's left nipple, sucking on it with evident enjoyment.

   "You can be more forceful than that!" added Rachel with a laugh as she
noted how tentatively Kay was fingering the 5-year-old's anus.

   Kay obediently rammed two greasy fingers into Ruth's tight hole and
worked them vigorously into her rectum, laughing with glee when the
5-year-old's greedy mouth began to suck even harder on her swollen teat.

   "I think that will do nicely, Kay," said Sir James, slightly
impatiently, after a few minutes of increasingly robust finger-fucking. 
"If you could just lower Ruthie onto my shaft now I think you'll be
pleasantly surprised by how much hard cockmeat she can take in her darling
little bumhole!"

   Kay may well have been surprised - I certainly was!  Sir James held the
naked 5-year-old firmly to him, her back against his chest, as she was
slowly impaled on his engorged erection.  There was something wonderfully
erotic about the contrast of his large weather-tanned hands against Ruth's
tiny pale body - and something wonderfully obscene about the way her
sphincter was stretched to its absolute limit as his cock slowly worked
into her bowels.

   "That's a good little slut!" murmured Sir James fondly when he had
eventually forced a good half of his thick shaft into the whimpering
5-year-old.

   "Perhaps the Inspector would like to see for himself what a sweet little
fuck my Ruthie is?" suggested Rachel.

   Without a word, George whipped his raging hard-on from his trousers and
held it firmly as Kay swiftly carried Ruth across to him.  The 5-year-old's
dilated anus accepted his cock fairly easily at first but then it became
harder work for the Inspector, though it was apparent that he was intent on
penetrating her as fully as possible.

   "Finger her slutty little cunt!" urged Rachel, her face flushed with
excitement.  "That usually helps to loosen up her arsehole!"

   Kay immediately slid two fingers between the 5-year-old's puffy labia
and drove them into her sluthole, ignoring the little girl's cries as she
continued to finger-fuck her vagina forcefully.

   "That's the way!" cried Rachel approvingly, giving a sudden whoop of
delight as Ruthie's sphincter relaxed sufficiently to allow almost the full
length of George's cock inside her.

   The Inspector rose from his seat and, with legs wide apart and slightly
bent, he buggered the 5-year-old feverishly - her mother encouraging him to
fuck the little girl as hard as he could!  Despite her copious tears, there
was no doubt that Ruthie enjoyed being sodomized - relishing the pain as
well as the pleasure - and when George had emptied his cum-heavy balls into
her rectum and allowed Kay to pull her off his cock she lay on her mother's
lap with her legs held high and wide, blatantly begging to be fucked.

   "You can use her pussy," Sir James said to me curtly.  "I'll fuck that
pretty mouth of hers."

   Shortly afterwards I was pumping energetically into Ruthie's hot tight
cunthole as she choked on Sir James' thrusting cock.  I was aware that
George was looking on intently and could well imagine what he was thinking
- how wonderful it would be to use his 4-year-old daughter in the same way
that Ruth had been used!

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

   Part Two

   When Detective Inspector George Packer and Detective Sergeant Kay Davis
left Hartshill Manor they promised that they would show up for the next
garden party of the SPP in a month's time.

   "Don't forget to bring Cassandra, George!" reminded Lady Annabel.

   George grinned and assured her that he would - having already admitted
that he intended to make his 4-year-old daughter his slut.

   "I'm not sure how far I'll have got with Cassie by then," said George
doubtfully.  "Ideally I'd like her to be able to take a good length of cock
in at least one hole so that I can exchange her for one of the other little
sluts - but I can't imagine that a month is enough time to make her
fuckable."

   "Don't worry about that," said Lady Annabel reassuringly.  "It's not
absolutely necessary for Cassandra to have experience of penetrative sex
just yet - you'll find that there are lots of men who are quite happy to
cum on her face or in her mouth until she's fully broken in."

   "Even so," said Sir James Grant, "in my experience most 4-year-old girls
thoroughly enjoy being fingered - and many of those are able to accept hard
cock in their holes in a surprisingly short space of time!"

   I considered those words a few minutes later as I went in search of my
2-year-old, Ellie, who I had left earlier in the care of two young women.
James and Anna walked with me as I explained how that day's events had
transformed my attitude to adult/child sexual relationships.

   "I fantasize constantly about molesting my little one," I admitted
openly, "though I've never considered going further than that.  Now, having
seen how much little Ruthie loves being fucked, I won't be happy until I've
made Ellie my whore!"

   "I'm sure that you're making the right decision," said Anna warmly. 
"James and I have always believed that children should be taught to be
sexually active from as young an age as possible.  Lots of kissing and
fondling to start with ..."

   "Followed by lots of cum and piss!" added Sir James.

   "Moving on to a thorough exploration of their tight little holes as soon
as possible."

   "It looks like Ellie has already started her lessons!" I said as we
rounded the corner of the manor and strolled across a manicured lawn.

   I suppose it was too much to expect two confirmed pedophile mums to have
charge of a cute 2-year-old without being tempted to molest her - and I
somehow suspected that Jackie and Trish hadn't resisted that temptation for
very long!  They were sitting on a plaid rug on the grass with Ellie lying
between them - her dress pulled up to her waist and her panties tangled
around her ankles.  As we approached them, Jackie smiled warmly at me and
then reached between the 2-year-old's open legs and rubbed her plump little
mound vigorously.

   "I knew that I could trust Ellie with you two," I remarked dryly.

   "What did you expect?" said Trish, laughing.  "We messed around with our
own kids for a while until some friends of ours took them for a walk around
the gardens - and there was Ellie looking so sexy in her little sundress
... "

   "Did you honestly think that Trish and I would be able to leave her
alone?" said Jackie.

   "I suppose not," I admitted reluctantly.

   It wasn't that I thought that Jackie and Trish were wrong to sexually
abuse Ellie - that would have been hypocritical of me, given that I had
just disclosed that I intended to make her my whore.  I think it was just
that I envied the casual way in which they had molested her - clearly
having none of the hang-ups about adult/child sex which I was only just
learning to discard.

   "Her pussy's looking a little sore, isn't it?" I said as Trish began to
squeeze Ellie's puffy and reddened labia between her fingers.

   "That's to be expected," said Anna reassuringly.  "Ellie will have to
get used to her intimate parts being almost permanently sore if she's going
to be daddy's little slut!"

   "Even though she's only a 2-year-old," said Jackie, "Ellie must be made
to understand that you have the right to use her sexually in any way that
you choose."

   "However sore it makes her!" said Anna.  "Wait until you try to get your
cock into Ellie for the first time, Hugh - no matter how well you prepare
her holes, she's likely to find it a very painful experience indeed!"

   "Look at her darling little baby hole, Hugh!" said Trish temptingly as
she spread the 2-year-old's labia apart.  "Just imagine how wonderful it
will be to have her stretched around your big hard cock when you take her
virginity!"

   I swallowed hard.  Trish wasn't just teasing me - she clearly expected
that I would be fucking Ellie in the not too distant future.  My initial
reaction to her words was one of agitation - the idea of having sex with my
2-year-old daughter was at the same time grossly obscene and yet gloriously
exhilarating.

   "You'll not be able to penetrate Ellie fully for a while yet, of
course," said Anna, clearly amused by the expression on my face.  "There's
no reason, though, why you can't immediately start working towards at least
getting your cockhead into her holes."

   "Immediately?" I said, my throat dry with excitement.

   "I don't mean at this exact moment, Hugh!  Apart from anything else,
Pippa has first call on your services - and here she is to make sure that
you don't forget that!"

   I turned round and noticed 16-year-old Emma and Pippa walking hand in
hand towards us.  The 6-year-old's face lit up and when Emma pushed her
towards me she flung her arms around my waist and hugged me.

   "That's right, Pippa," said her mother.  "Hang on to your man and don't
let him go!"

   "I want you now, Hugh!" moaned the 6-year-old seductively.  "I can take
him up to my room, can't I, Mummy - I'm feeling really horny!"

   "You do surprise me!"

   "I'll look after Ellie," said Emma, scooping up the 2-year-old from the
rug.

   "I'm sure you will," said Anna dryly.  "Off you go then, Pippa - it's
time to show Hugh what a hot little slut you are!"

   Pippa took hold of my hand and pulled me towards the house, Emma
following close behind with Ellie in her arms.

   "Give it to her good and hard!" advised Jackie raucously as we passed
the corner of the house.

   "Pippa loves taking it in her ass!" added Trish, her words drifting away
as we approached the front door.

   "She loves taking it in her pussy and her mouth, too," said Emma.  "As
the little slut will be only too willing to demonstrate!"

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

   Ten minutes later, as Emma and Ellie looked on, Pippa was eagerly
demonstrating her cocksucking skills on me - not to mention her cock
licking and cock nibbling skills.  We were both naked seconds after
entering her bedroom and after our first passionate embrace she had firmly
instructed me to lie on my back on the double bed with my legs held high
and wide so that she could pleasure me.

   I had to laugh to myself as the 6-year-old's wet little tongue licked
upwards along the full length of my lust-engorged shaft.  Here was I
supposedly sexually abusing an innocent little girl - and yet it was she
who was taking the initiative and displaying the fellating technique of a
practised whore!  She took my swollen glans into her hot little mouth and
sucked on it wetly, her lips stretched tightly around it.  Her hands
squeezed expertly on the base of my cock as she continued to suck on me,
until she suddenly ran her tongue back down the shaft and began to suck on
each of my balls in turn.

   "You slutty little whore!" I moaned delightedly.

   Pippa slid her tongue along my perineum and jabbed the tip into my
arsehole, making me gasp with pleasure.  She worked it forcefully into my
sphincter until the tight ring began to open up slightly and then replaced
it with three thrusting fingers.

   "The little tart has just discovered fisting," said Emma with a laugh.

   "So I see!" I grunted as the 6-year-old desperately tried to force her
hand inside my rectum.

   "Some lube would help, Pippa!" said Emma, plonking Ellie in an amchair
and dashing from the room.

   I had to admire the 6-year-old's determination as she strove to push her
hand through my anal ring.  I tried to help her by relaxing the muscle, but
not being accustomed to having even a little girl's hand inserted in my
rectum I found myself in some difficulty.

   "Patience, child!" I moaned as the bedroom door opened.

   "Make way, Pippa, darling!" cried Emma as she dashed into the room.

   To my surprise - and delight - she was completely naked but for a
strap-on, its huge phallus thrusting out obscenely from between her thighs.

   "Brace yourself, Hugh!" she said with a grin, slapping a dollop of lube
onto the bulbous end of the phallus and guiding it into my dilated anus as
Pippa withdrew her hand.

   Although Emma was slightly built there was a litheness about her figure
which suggested that she was stronger than she looked - an impression which
was confirmed when she began a series of powerful pelvic thrusts which
drove the shaft of the pseudo-cock deep into my arse.  She fucked me with
infectious enthusiasm, her small pointed breasts jiggling delightfully as
she drilled the rubber phallus into me.

   "Grease your hand up, Pippa," instructed Emma as she gave me a final
dozen thrusts which seemed to transform my bowels into a ball of liquid
ecstasy.

   "Get in there, girl!" she continued, pulling the sticky phallus from the
grip of my sphincter.

   Pippa yelled with delight when she found that she could now insert her
wriggling hand into my open anus with relative ease.  She made a fist and
repeatedly jabbed it deep into my rectum, giggling gleefully when I cried
out.  Every stabbing thrust seemed to send a surge of blood into my already
throbbing, rock-hard cock until I could bear it no longer.

   "That's enough, Pippa!" I said sternly.  "I want you on your back -
now!"

   The 6-year-old evidently recognized that I meant what I said for she
immediately slid her greasy hand from my arse and flung herself onto the
bed, opening her legs and spreading her pussy lips for me in blatant
invitation.  I had originally intended that fucking Pippa for the first
time would be a tender, loving experience - in the event her assault on my
arse had brought me to such a pitch of desire that I instead rammed my
tumescent shaft into her lovely little cunt and hammered her with a fierce
intensity.

   "Let me have a shot at the sweet little bitch when you've finished!"
urged Emma.

   My first coupling with Pippa was brief and violent - as perhaps was to
be expected in the circumstances and as she had probably intended it to be.
As soon as I had pumped a copious load of hot cum into her little belly, I
rolled off her and made way for Emma.  With a cry of sheer animal lust she
threw herself on top of the 6-year-old and plunged her strapped-on cock
into the little girl's cummy twat.  The expression on Pippa's pretty face
as Emma vigorously fucked her was one of utter bliss - and I'm sure my own
expression must have been fairly blissful as I watched the 16-year-old's
full but firm buttocks bouncing on top of her 6-year-old lover.

   "Are you enjoying yourselves?" asked Sir James jovially as he and his
wife, both of them naked, walked into the room.

   "Absolutely!" I replied enthusiastically.  "How could anyone not enjoy
themselves with such a delightfully filthy little whore as Pippa?"

   "And Emma is a bit of a dirty slut herself, don't you think?"

   "Thank you, Sir James!" said the 16-year-old.

   It was then that I noticed that Sir James had a wide leather belt
trailing from his right hand.

   "I've just been disciplining Anna," he said.  "It's best that the women
in your life understand that though they are precious to you, they must
accept your authority over them."

   Anna turned round and proudly displayed the vivid red stripes which
decorated her back and buttocks.

   "I have always been happy to accept that I should be subservient to
James," she said frankly.  "He is my master - I am his slut.  That is as it
should be."

   At first I was a little shocked by Anna's words but she spoke with such
sincerity that I quickly came to understand that she expected, and desired,
to be beaten regularly by her husband as a mark of hs sexual dominance over
her.  The welts on her body were not to be hidden, as though in shame, but
to be openly flaunted as indicating that her man was treating his slut as
she deserved to be treated.

   "Emma also needs a sound thrashing on occasion," said Sir James.  "I was
just going to give her one - but you may want to perform that pleasant task
yourself."

   "I rather think that I would!" I said, remembering the 16-year-old's
assault on my rectum.

   "A dozen or so strokes should be sufficient - just make sure that you
hit the slut hard enough to mark her and to make her yell!"

   Pippa wriggled from underneath Emma and jumped off the bed, running to
her father and taking the belt from his hand.  Her pussy was noticeably
swollen - which was hardly surprising given the punishment it had received
from Emma and myself - and her little nips were reddened and erect.  She
handed me the belt with a grin and bounded back onto the bed by the side of
Emma.

   "Don't hold back, Hugh," said Emma as she passively waited for me to
beat her.  "I deserve a good belting - please hit me as hard as you can!"

   Without warning I lashed the belt down savagely on the 16-year-old's
shapely bottom and then criss-crossed her slim body, from waist to knee,
with slashing strokes which raised scarlet weals on her creamy skin and
forced gasps of pained suffering from her lips.

   "Thank you - thank you so much!" moaned Emma when my arm eventually
tired - after well over the dozen strokes that James had suggested.

   "You've marked her really well!" said Anna.  "I was afraid that you'd be
too tenderhearted to give her a really good whacking but I couldn't have
been more wrong!"

   "You're welcome to give Anna a good whipping any time you like, Hugh,"
said James.

   "Yes, please!" cried Anna, her eyes gleaming with excitement.  "It's a
real turn-on for me when a man really enjoys beating the crap out if his
slut!"

   "Are you going to be my slut?" I asked.

   "Yes, she is!" said James firmly.  "I don't know what it is about the
females in my life but they're all such dirty whores that I need some help
to keep them satisfied."

   "I'm a dirty whore, aren't I, Daddy?" said Pippa from the bed as she
traced the raised welts on Emma's buttocks with her fingertips.

   "You're in a class of your own, Pippa!" agreed James.  "Could you lie on
your front now and I'll ask Hugh to tan your arse - she loves being treated
roughly, Hugh, so I think a rather severe spanking is called for!"

   Emma cautiously raised herself from the bed and went over to Anna, her
strap-on - sticky with Pippa's pussy juices - bouncing before her.  She and
Anna excitedly compared their welts - both of them clearly delighted by the
punishment they had received.

   "Hit the little darling as hard as you can, Hugh!" urged Anna as I
raised my hand above Pippa's delectable bottom.

   I must admit that spanking a naked and helpless little girl was a
particularly thrilling experience.  I'm sure that there was only a hint of
sadism in the pleasure I felt - if I had believed that Pippa was really
suffering I would have eased off, but it seemed to me that her cries were
predominantly indications of sexual excitement.  I loved the way that the
pale skin of her bum reddened slowly as I continued to spank her - and
there was something peculiarly arousing about the way she writhed her
lovely body sinuously under the assault of my hand.

   "Pippa loves to be sodomized after she's had her bottom slapped," hinted
Anna.

   I couldn't help laughing - there was such a matter-of-fact casualness
about the way that she had suggested that I bugger the 6-year-old which I
found amusing as well as very attractive.

   "A gorgeous little slut like Pippa ought to have everything she wants,"
I said, pulling the 6-year-old's bum cheeks apart and butting my knob end
against the puckered pinkness of her anus.

   "Fuck my ass, Hugh!" squealed Pippa urgently.  "Please, please fuck my
ass really, really hard!"

   "Our daughter is such a foul-mouthed little whore!" said Sir James, his
face beaming with delight.

   "Isn't she just," agreed Anna complacently.  "I can't imagine that many
parents are as proud of their little girl as we are!"

   "Come on, Hugh!" begged the 6-year-old tearfully.  "Stick your cock into
me - now!"

   I did as I was asked and proceeded to give Pippa a seriously thorough
arse-fucking - one which quickly had her wailing like a banshee.  The hot
velvety walls of her rectum gripped my pistoning shaft in such an
exquisitely tight embrace that I had to fight to hold my orgasm back - I
lost the fight after a few minutes and shot a heavy load of semen into the
depths of her bowels.

   "We'll leave you two lovebirds alone now, Hugh," said Anna, ushering her
husband and Emma out of the room.  "Ellie will be well cared for, I assure
you."

   I was pretty sure what kind of care my 2-year-old would be receiving,
from Emma in particular, but I was content that this should be so - it was
imperative that Ellie became accustomed to being sexually used as quickly
as possible.

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

   Early next morning I left Pippa slumbering in bed and collected Ellie
before returning home.  The 6-year-old had woken me at dawn, demanding to
be fucked - and I had been more than happy to oblige her.  Her sheer
delight in the sexual act was clearly genuine and had given me a lot to
think about.  According to her mother Pippa had enjoyed a sexually active
lifestyle from being an infant - and that naturally turned my thoughts
towards Ellie and how exactly I proposed to make her my whore as I had told
James and Anna that I would do.

   "Give me a kiss, Ellie!" said my sister when we arrived home, giving me
a welcoming smile as I handed the 2-year-old over to her.

   I had moved in with Gemma, who was two years younger than myself, on the
break-up of my marriage a year previously.  My wife had disappeared with
her boyfriend, making it clear that she had no interest in Ellie, and Gemma
had proved herself to be a more than acceptable surrogate mother.

   "Ellie has learned a new way to kiss," I said, noting the disappointed
expression on the 2-year-old's face after Gemma had merely pecked her on
the lips.  "Let me show you!"

   I knew that if my sister reacted positively to what I was going to do,
my intended debauching of Ellie would get off to a good start.  Of course,
there was always a risk that Gemma's response would be an adverse one but I
had reason to believe that she secretly harboured pedophilic thoughts of
her own.

   When I slid my tongue into Ellie's eagerly-open mouth, my sister gave a
gasp of shock - or perhaps of shocked delight.  As I continued to explore
the 2-year-old's warm little mouth, Gemma sat by my side and took hold of
my hand - as clear a sign of her approval as I could have wished for. 
Ellie was making happy gurgling sounds as she sucked wetly on my probing
tongue and I was soon reaching behind her head, fumbling for her dress
zipper.

   "Let me!" said Gemma huskily - and within seconds she had efficiently
undressed Ellie and handed the naked child back to me.

   "Kiss her again," I said as I cradled the 2-year-old in my arms. 
"Properly this time!"

   Gemma grinned at me and immediately thrust her tongue between Ellie's
lips, kissing her with a passion that both surprised and delighted me. 
After giving the 2-year-old a thorough tonguing, she turned to me as if
seeking approval and I smiled at her warmly.

   "That's more like it!  Hold her legs open for me while I give her little
pussy a good licking."

   Gemma hesitated for a moment, looking at me as though she couldn't quite
believe what I had said.

   "Come on!" I urged impatiently.  "You can have her after me."

   Without a word, Gemma pulled the 2-year-old's legs wide apart and I
eagerly slid my tongue into her baby slit and quickly found her sweet
little opening, probing it lustily as Ellie giggled with delight.

   "Let me have a go!" said Gemma imploringly after I had worked on the
2-year-old's pussy for a good few minutes.

   Ellie moaned fretfully when I lifted my head from her sticky slit but
she was soon gurgling with pleasure as Gemma's tongue replaced mine, making
deliciously squishy sounds as it worked into the 2-year-old's hole ...

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

   Gemma sat down opposite me after she had dressed Ellie and taken her
next door to play with our neighbour's kids.  She had looked at me
beseechingly after thoroughly tonguing the 2-year-old's pussy as though
expecting me to sanction further sex play with her - something which I had
been sorely tempted to allow.  I had decided however that it would be best
to take things fairly slowly - although I had no compunction about sexually
using Ellie, I wanted her to enjoy being so used.

   "Did you enjoy having oral sex with your little niece?" I asked her
smilingly.  "You certainly looked as though you did!"

   "It was wonderful!" sighed Gemma.  "What exactly did you and Ellie get
up to yesterday - how does a 2-year-old manage to learn about kissing with
tongues at a garden party?"

   I saw no reason to conceal anything and so began explaining to Gemma how
I had got involved with the SPP and describing in detail the events of the
garden party.  She listened attentively and with an air of suppressed
excitement.  I studied her closely as I spoke to see if she showed any
distaste as I gave a graphic account of having sex with Pippa - instead she
demanded even more details and showed every sign of being extremely aroused
by what I told her.

   Gemma was a good-looking girl with a pretty heart-shaped face and short,
spiky ash-blonde hair.  She was quite short with a trim figure which
unfortunately she was in the habit of concealing beneath baggy tee-shirt
and jeans - I made a mental note to do something about that as I told her
of my plans for Ellie.

   "You're going to make Ellie your slut?" she spluttered in amazement. 
"You really intend to have sex with a 2-year-old girl?"

   There was nothing at all condemnatory about her tone of voice - rather
the reverse in fact.  Her face was flushed and gleaming with excitement.

   "I won't be fucking Ellie just yet," I said, somewhat ruefully.  "At
least not fully.  As soon as I'm physically able to penetrate her, though,
I will do.  Sir James is adamant that little girls should be used sexually
from the earliest age possible - and I agree with him completely!"

   "Lucky child!  I wish some randy bloke had used me as his slut when I
was a little girl!"

   "I know one randy bloke who would be very interested even now if you
wanted to be his whore."

   "You?" asked Gemma softly.

   I nodded.

   "What an outrageous suggestion!" Gemma said, a smile on her lips.

   "I'm offering you the chance to have a sexual relationship with your
little niece and your brother - I can't imagine that you're going to spurn
that offer."

   "Of course I'm not," said Gemma quietly.  "I would be proud to be your
slut, Hugh - I really would!"

   "In that case, there are a few things that I must insist on."

   "Anything you say!" agreed Gemma.

   "From now on, I don't want to see you in the shapeless clothes that you
usually wear.  I expect you to dress in short skirts and skimpy tops -
anything that shows off your sexy figure, the sluttier the better."

   "I expect that you'll invite your friends over to leer at me," Gemma
said hopefully.

   "To leer at you and to screw you - I can't wait to see Ellie sucking up
the cum from your well-fucked holes!"

   "And I can't wait for the day when I`ll be sucking cum from Ellie's
well-fucked holes!"

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

   Part Three

   "I always thought that you had a liking for little girls," I said.  "I
certainly hoped that you had - I'm glad to see that I was right!"

   Gemma smiled at me.

   "More of a craving, actually," she said.  "It's such a relief to admit
that to you - I didn't realize that you had guessed my secret."

   "I wasn't certain, but whenever I lech after a preteen peach when we're
out you seem to positively drool over her."

   "And I thought that I was being discreet!"

   "I suppose that one pedo can spot another - you must have had your
suspicions about me."

   "It was fairly obvious in your case - when little Maxine next door was
in their garden the other day in her swimsuit you couldn't take your eyes
off her.  The fact that you had a very noticeable erection at the time
tended to confirm what I had always presumed!"

   "It feels kind of strange being referred to as a pedo by my brother,"
added Gemma.  "Strange but very agreeable!"

   "It's just as agreeable for me to know that my sexy sister shares my
taste for prepubescent little girls."

   "Sexy?" queried Gemma, looking slightly embarrassed.  "That's the second
time you've called me that today - you've never mentioned it before."

   "I've thought it often enough.  You've got a lovely body - though it's
hard to tell that when you insist on wearing such ill-fitting clothes!"

   "Would you like me to change into something else?  I usually dress for
comfort when I'm indoors but I would love to wear something nice and slutty
for you!"

   Without waiting for my answer, Gemma dashed upstairs and returned a few
minutes later in a denim miniskirt and cropped, gauzy top - the tight skirt
notable for its extreme brevity and the top, worn without a bra, doing
little to hide the charms of her pert young breasts.  Her trim midriff and
bare, lightly-tanned legs were added attractions - altogether she had
stunning good looks.

   "You really are a hot-looking bitch, Gemma!" was the way that I put it
as she sat opposite me again.

   "Thank you, Hugh.  That means so much to me, coming from you.  Am I as
sexy as little Maxine?  She really is a hot-looking bitch!"

   "As a 6-year-old she has a definite advantage in the sexiness stakes,
but I must say that looking at you dressed like that almost makes me forget
that I'm a pedophile - and there are very few twenty-something women who
can do that!"

   "I'm sure that Maxine's mum has the hots for her.  Did you see the way
that she kept adjusting the crotch of Max's swimsuit - you could see that
she was dying to slip her hand inside and fondle the little darling's
pussy."

   "That could just be wishful thinking, Gemma - but I must admit that I've
caught Cheryl looking at Max with undoubted lust in her eyes on more than
one occasion."

   "That looks interesting!" said Gemma, indicating the latest issue of
*Preteen Passions* which I had placed on the coffee table.

   I passed the magazine to her and watched with amusement as she gazed
intently at the cover.

   "The quarterly journal of the Society for the Promotion of Pedophlia,"
she read animatedly.  "Our cover girl is 3-year-old Tanya, displaying the
wonderfully messy facial which gained a first prize for the pretty little
girl and her father at the latest garden party of the Society.  More pix of
angelic little faces splattered with semen inside!"

   Gemma eagerly flicked through the pages of the magazine until she found
a double spread devoted to photos of the facial contest.

   "My, oh my!" she moaned as she pored over the images.  "What adorable
little girls - I would have loved to have been there when their sweet
little faces were spunked on!"

   "You will be there another time.  You're coming with me and Ellie to the
next garden party - I'm looking forward to showing off my new sluts to the
SPP membership."

   "New sluts?  Does that mean that Ellie and I aren't the only special
girls in your life?"

   I pointed to a photo of Pippa's cum-glazed face and explained who the
6-year-old was and how I had won her sexual services in a raffle.

   "She's a lovely little thing," mused Gemma.  "I can't see you having
much time for me when she's around."

   "She won't be around for most of the time," I said reassuringly.  "Until
Ellie is ready for full sex, I need someone around who is willing to be
fucked as and when I desire it - a good-looking whore such as yourself, in
fact!"

   I sat by Gemma's side and softly pressed my mouth against hers as I
cupped my hand around her left breast, rubbing my thumb against her erect
nipple.  Just as my probing tongue eased between her unresisting lips, I
heard a startled gasp and then a nervous cough.  Looking up, I saw our
neighbour, Cheryl, with Ellie in her arms.  She often came into the house
without bothering to ring, so chummy was she with Gemma - but never before
at such an inopportune moment.  Perhaps, though, I considered after a
moment, it wasn't such an inopportune moment after all.

   "Hugh has just told me that he's going to use me as his slut!" said
Gemma proudly, taking hold of my hand and pressing it firmly against her
breast.

   "Lucky girl!" responded Cheryl, quickly recovering from her initial
confusion.  "I wondered why you were wearing those tarty clothes.  Not that
I'm complaining you understand - they're a definite improvement on your
usual garb!"

   Gemma smiled at her friend and flirtatiously hitched her skirt up to
reveal her skimpy, pale-blue panties - revealing a side of her nature that
I had never seen before.

   "Ellie has been taking her knickers off, opening her legs and inviting
me to lick her," said Cheryl, handing the 2-year-old to Gemma.  "I was a
little surprised, to put it mildly - I thought that I'd better tell you how
she was behaving before ...  I mean ...  "

   "Before you accepted the little slut's invitation?" Gemma said
helpfully. "Well, you've told me now - so why don't you stick your tongue
into her lovely little twat?"

   For a moment Cheryl looked stunned, as though she suspected that Gemma
was joking, but then she dropped to her knees and burrowed her head beneath
Ellie's dress - from where slurping noises were immediately heard, followed
shortly by the appreciative moans of a very happy 2-year-old!

   I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my stiffening cock and flipped up
Ellie's dress.  As I furiously wanked, I watched Cheryl's tongue squirming
between the 2-year-old's plump labia - and that was where I directed
several spurts of thick jizz seconds later.  Cheryl looked at me gratefully
for a moment and then continued eagerly working her tongue into Ellie's
cummy slit ...

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

   When I later suggested to Cheryl that she may want to help Gemma and I
prepare Ellie for her life as a babyslut, she agreed immediately.  When I
further proposed that in return she allowed me to use her 6-year-old
daughter, Maxine, in a variety of sexual ways - which I described in minute
detail - she was similarly enthusiastic.

   "It's time Maxie was fucked," she said.  "She loves it when I pleasure
her with my vibrator but what she really needs is a good length of hard
cockmeat pumping into her tight little holes."

   "That's what every little girl needs," I agreed, "including Ellie. 
She's a little young to take a full cock length just yet, but it's the next
SPP garden party in three week's time and I'm determined that by then my
darling little slut will be able to take at least an inch or two in her
pussy or bottom - preferably both."

   Cheryl had been fascinated by the concept of the SPP, wondering whether
she would be able to join.  I had been able to assure her that any woman
with a daughter as sexy as Maxine would be welcomed with open arms - a word
from me to Sir James would be all that was needed.

   On most evenings during the following few weeks, Cheryl joined Gemma and
I at our place - and together we began the exceedingly enjoyable process of
opening up Ellie's tight holes, preparatory to me attempting to get my cock
into her for the first time.  To the conventional mind there could be no
more flagrant example of sexual abuse than three adults fingering the
vagina and anus of a 2-year-old girl - but a more open-minded observer
would have realized that Ellie thoroughly enjoyed being finger-fucked. 
These evenings usually ended with me having a bout of steamy sex with Gemma
while Cheryl tried to gently explain to the wide-eyed 2-year-old that she
would eventually be expected to take my engorged hard-on in her tiny
babyholes.

   Saying that Ellie enjoyed being finger-fucked is rather understating the
case - she would scream with delight as she was pleasured, even when I
began to tentatively work two fingers into her hot little cunt.  Her
trusting blue eyes looked at me lovingly and her blonde curls jiggled
delightfully as I jabbed into her repeatedly - only the deepest thrusts
brought a protest to her lips, and these were quickly kissed away by Gemma
or Cheryl as I continued to finger the 2-year-old's sweet little opening.

   Whatever doubts I had harboured about sexually using such a young child
had by now entirely evaporated.  Sir James' contention that it was a
father's duty to prepare his baby daughter for intercourse as soon as
possible was one with which I fully concurred.  After all, why should
children be debarred from enjoying sexual pleasure?  I intended that Ellie
for one would become sexually active in the very near future - even a
2-year-old deserved her share of erotic delight!

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

   I almost didn't recognize George Packer when I met him a few weeks later
at the SPP garden party.  Dressed in a white tee-shirt and tan slacks - and
with a smile which transformed his normally morose face - he hailed me
cheerily as I entered the sunken garden where I had first seen Anna and her
daughter.

   "Hello again, Inspector!" I said, shaking his hand.

   "Just call me George," he insisted as we sat on a bench.  "My wife and
little Cassie have already introduced themselves to your sister and Ellie."

   "Here they all are now," I said as a slim young brunette walked down the
stone steps leading into the garden, followed by Gemma and the kids.

   "This is Carol," said George, introducing me to his smiling wife.  "The
pretty little slut hiding behind her is our daughter, Cassandra, of
course."

   "There's no need to be shy, Cassie," murmured Carol, gently moving the
blonde-haired 4-year-old in front of her.

   "A pretty little slut indeed!" I said, softly stroking the little girl's
cheek.  "Are you being a good little whore for your daddy?"

   Cassie nodded and gave me a coy little smile.  She was wearing the copy
of Pippa's clingy navy-blue dress which Emma had made for her, its low
neckline exposing both of her pale pink nipples.

   "I wanted George to wait a while before he started using Cassandra as
his slut," said Carol, reaching down to playfully tweak the 4-year-old's
left nipple, "but he insisted that he wanted her fuck-ready by today.  I
thought that was unrealistic but I couldn't have been more wrong - Cassie
really is a horny little whore!"

   "Has she actually had any cock in her yet?" I asked curiously, pinching
the 4-year-old's other nipple as she squirmed in delight.

   "No - but she can take two fingers in both holes without too much
discomfort.  She does squeal rather a lot, but that only adds to the
pleasure of fingering her, somehow!"

   "I know what you mean!" I laughed, explaining how Ellie had also been
having her baby fuckholes opened up.

   "I was stunned when George first told me that he intended to have sex
with Cassandra - until he showed me the magazines he'd kept from his time
with the vice squad."

   "Carol was absolutely amazed by the photos of cute little tots being
comprehensively shafted," said George."Particularly when most of them
obviously loved what was happening to them!"

   "Daddy says he's going to fuck my hot little twat!" giggled Cassie
suddenly, clearly delighted by the prospect.

   "Fuck my lil twat, Daddy!" offered Ellie brightly, looking up at me
lovingly as she nestled in Gemma's arms.

   "I'll try my best, sweetie!" I said, taking her from my sister and
hugging her warm little body against me.

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

   We met James and Anna at the entrance of the Hartshill Manor maze, an
ancient construct of privet hedges whose winding pathways had baffled
countless visitors to the garden.  They smiled at us warmly and gave Gemma
and Carol, who they were meeting for the first time, a particularly cordial
greeting.

   "It's always a pleasure for James and I to welcome fellow pedophiles to
the SPP," said Anna.  "Even more so when those pedophiles are pretty young
women.  Could I ask you both what your sexual preferences are as far as
children are concerned?"

   "Little girls from about 3 to 10 are really yummy, I think," replied
Carol, "though I wouldn't say no to the chance of interfering with a cute
little boy in that age range!"

   "I agree with Carol about little girls, anyway," said Gemma.  "The sexy
little babe coming out of the maze now, for instance - I bet she's a really
dirty little whore!"

   "Pippa is certainly sexy," said Anna as the 6-year-old came up to her
and held her hand.

   "And the dirtiest little whore imaginable," continued James, his face
beaming with pleasure.  "As your brother has already discovered!"

   "I didn't realize she was your little girl," said Gemma, sounding
crestfallen.  "I hope I haven't offended you."

   "Not at all!" said Anna.  "As a mother I'm delighted that you think
Pippa looks like a dirty little whore - it shows that I'm bringing her up
in the right way!"

   "Are you going to fuck me, Hugh?" asked the 6-year-old, rubbing herself
seductively against Anna's flank.

   "I hope to later, my darling little slut - but first I need to take
Ellie's virginity."

   Pippa gave a little moue of disappointment, but brightened up
considerably when a group of burly men came along - members of the local
rugby team, apparently - and asked her parents' consent to take her away
and gangbang her.

   "Permission granted!" agreed Anna, her face flushed with pleasure.  "I
don't want you all using the same hole, though - do you understand? 
Particularly not her pussy - Pippa's inner labia become very sore if she's
fucked there too many times in quick succession.  How many of you are
there?"

   "Six," answered the thickset, bearded man who appeared to be their
leader.

   "Well that's not too difficult to work out, is it?  That's two cocks
each for her pussy, bottom and mouth - Pippa will be in seventh heaven! 
Bring the little slut back when you've finished using her - I'm sure that
Gemma and Carol here would love to suck out your lovely cum from her
well-fucked holes!"

   "I think we could be persuaded to," said Gemma dryly, noticing the
joyful expression on Carol's face.

   "Come on then, you sexy little bitch!" ordered the bearded man.  "Emma
says we can use her bedroom - provided we gangbang her after we've finished
with you."

   "Tell Emma that we'll suck the cum out of her holes, as well, if she
likes," giggled Carol.

   "I would imagine that she'll take you up on that offer," I commented
wryly.

   Pippa chattered to the rugby players merrily as they took her away,
evidently unconcerned by the fact that they would shortly be pumping their
engorged cocks into her.  I was already looking forward to her returning
with gooey sperm dripping from her gaping holes - a most delightful
prospect!

   "I thought we could take Ellie and Cassandra into the centre of the
maze," said Anna.  "We can have some fun with them without being disturbed
- James and I, and Pippa, are the only ones who know the way there."

   Everyone being in agreement, we all followed James and Anna through the
complex pathways of the maze until we came to its central section - a
circular lawn of about twenty feet in diameter with three curved benches
around its perimeter.  Surprisingly, it was already occupied - a young
woman in a short, figure-hugging dress and holding the hand of a small boy
smiled at us as we filed on to the lawn.

   "Sergeant Davis!" I exclaimed, suddenly recognizing her.  "I didn't know
you at first in that sexy dress.  This is an unexpected pleasure!"

   "Kay very much wanted to be present when Cassandra loses her virginity,"
explained Anna.  "I'm sure that's acceptable to everybody - particularly
when she hopes and expects that one of the chaps here will take her little
brother's anal virginity."

   "Philip will be 10 in a few weeks time," said Kay, squeezing the little
boy's hand.  "He loves having his little bottom fingered but what he really
needs is a good, hard buggering - if one of you gentlemen would care to
oblige."

   "I would be more than happy to volunteer," said James, tousling Philip's
hair.  "Take your clothes off, boy - let's see what you've got."

   The 9-year-old glanced at his sister hesitantly but when she smiled at
him and swiftly pulled off his tee-shirt, he stepped out of his shorts -
his little prick stiffening as he saw James lasciviously gazing at his
naked body.

   "Show me your hole, you pretty little slut!" ordered James.  "Let's see
if it's worth a fuck!"

   Philip obediently bent over and pulled apart his firm little bum cheeks
to reveal his tightly puckered anus, giving a whimper of pleasure when
James licked a finger and prodded its tip against the browny-pink
sphincter.

   "Very nice, indeed!" said James, appreciatively.  "If you can sit on
that bench, Kay, and hold Philip on your lap, Carol and Gemma can sit on
either side of you with their sluts and we'll get down to business!"

   Ellie and Cassandra were quickly stripped and, amid much laughter and
ribald comment, the three women took their places on the bench and
positioned the children, their slim little backs held fimly against
hard-nippled breasts.

   "Let's have the little darlings' legs high and wide, please!" instructed
James, jovially.  "Brace yourselves, kiddies - and relax those sweet little
fuckholes!"

   Philip looked nervous but excited, his erect 4-inch cock sticking out
proudly as Kay's widespread fingers parted his bum cheeks.  Cassie, too,
looked apprehensive - but her pretty face glowed with pleasure when her
father approached her, his thickly-veined erection jutting out from a dense
tangle of black pubic hair.

   Only little Ellie, squirming on Gemma's lap, seemed unaware of what was
going to happen to her - until I knelt before the 2-year-old and nudged my
bloated knobhead between her puffy labia.  The brilliant smile that lit up
her lovely face as I carefully pushed into the grip of her tiny vaginal
opening seemed to send an extra surge of blood into my already rock-hard
erection.  There was no hint of alarm in her eyes - only loving trust and
adoration.

   "I love you so much, my darling little slut!" I moaned as I thrust a
little deeper into the moist, silky smoothness of Ellie's baby cunthole.

   She groaned quietly as my invading shaft caused her little tummy to
bulge outwards slightly.  With about 3 inches of hard cockmeat lodged in
the loving clutch of her deliciously tight babyhole, I was already further
inside her than I had expected to be.  Beside me, James was sucking noisily
on Philip's erection while the 9-year-old groaned with joy.  Beyond them,
George was pumping at least 5 inches of his huge cock into Cassie's
luscious twat.  The 4-year-old's keening wails, although apparently
indicative only of pain, actually also expressed her intense sexual
pleasure - as was clear from the radiant looks of loving gratitude that she
gave her father as he continued to drill his engorged tool into her.

   "Let's see if you can take all of me inside that cute little bottom of
yours, Philip!" said James as he prodded his precum-leaking glans against
the 9-year-old's sphincter.

   "Open up for me, you dirty little bitch!" he added gruffly.  "Give me
your sweet ass - give it me now!"

   Philip let out a high-pitched wail as he surrendered his arse to James'
thrusting weapon, a wail which slowly became a series of ecstatic howls as
he was sodomized in an almost brutal fashion.

   After giving Ellie time to become accustomed to the feel of my cock
stretching her baby vagina, I began to fuck her with the 3 inches I had
managed to get inside her.  I knew that I couldn't reasonably have expected
to penetrate the 2-year-old any further - but that didn't stop me from
wanting to!  I gave her a score of short, jabbing strokes before pushing
deeper into her - I was hurting her now but that couldn't be helped.

   "That's my brave little girl!" I soothed as Ellie's eyes filled with
tears.  "You're such a beautiful fuck for daddy, my darling little whore!"

   The 2-year-old smiled at me through her tears and then giggled excitedly
as I flooded her tiny vagina with hot sperm before pulling out to splash
her wet, flushed cheeks with thick gouts of creamy cum.

   Shortly afterwards, James unloaded his balls into Philip's bowels and
George unloaded his into his 4-year-old daughter's unformed womb.  Gemma
was already licking out Ellie's cummy slit and Carol hurried to follow suit
with Cassandra.  Anna began to suck her husband's semen from Philip's
dilated anus - to the great delight of the 9-year-old!

   "What about me?" said Kay, half-seriously.

   "You can clean up Pippa," said Anna as her daughter was carried into the
centre of the maze by Lewis, the bearded rugby player.

   The 6-year-old was wearing only her knickers, which were sticky with the
cum leaking from her abused holes.  When Lewis had placed her gently on the
grass, she happily allowed Kay to pull her knickers off and lick up the
copious semen oozing from her pussy slit and anus.

   "Your little girl is one hell of a fuck, Sir James!" said Lewis
enthusiastically.  "You should have heard her, demanding ever more hard
cock in her holes!"

   "She's a randy little tramp, alright," agreed James proudly.

   "I must get back - the lads and I are going to give Emma a good seeing
to!"

   "Thanks for pleasuring our little girl so thoroughly, Lewis," said Anna,
taking him by the hand and kissing him softly on the mouth.  "I'd better
show you the way out of the maze - you'll lose your way, otherwise."

   By the time that Anna had returned, the kids' cummy holes had been
licked clean and James was looking pointedly at Philip's erection.

   "It would be a pity not to put that little beauty to good use, don't you
think?" he asked me, turning his gaze to Ellie.

   "I entirely agree," I said, feeling my own cock hardening again as I
realized what James had in mind.

   "So do I," said Gemma huskily, as she watched her naked 2-year-old neice
toddling around the circular lawn.

   "Take her - she's yours!" I said to a startled Philip.  "Go on, boy -
Ellie's dying for you to fuck her sweet little cunt!"

   The 2-year-old didn't seem too thrilled at first when Philip roughly
pulled her on to the grass and mounted her - but before too long she was
squealing with joy as he drove his stiff little prick into her, her chubby
little legs clasped around his slim waist.

   "That's the way to do it, Phil!" cried Kay exultantly.  "Fuck the little
slut as hard as you can - she wants it so much!"

   Ellie's ecstatic squeals confirmed that she did indeed love having her
baby cunt pounded by the 9-year-old's hard little cock.  Watching her being
so thoroughly pleasured soon had me fully erect again and I turned round
towards Pippa and beckoned her to me.

   "Get down on all fours, you sweet little bitch, and let me in your
lovely little ass - I want to hear you squeal as loud as Ellie!"

   Pippa was soon doing just that as Anna and James urged me to bugger
their little girl as forcefully as I could.  As I squirted hot spurts of
semen into the 6-year-old's bowels, I wondered if I would be able to
maintain my virility during the course of a long, kiddie-fucking day.

   "You remember little Danni, don't you, Hugh?" asked Anna as I pulled my
cock from the clutch of Pippa's anus.

   Danni was the 4-year-old girl in the *I'm a dirty little slut!" top
whose mother had been looking for a long-term lover for the little girl.  I
remembered her well - after Pippa she was probably the sexiest child that I
had seen at Hartshill Manor.

   "She's yours for the having, if you want her," continued Anna, smiling
at me.  "Her mother would love for you to take Danni as your bitch - on the
understanding that you commit yourself to a long-term arrangement."

   She told me where I could find the 4-year-old and her mother.  As I
left, with Pippa to show me the way, James was attempting to ease his
knobend into Ellie's willing mouth and George was preparing to sodomize
little Cassie.  Half of me wanted to stay and watch - but the lure of the
4-year-old temptress proved too strong and I allowed Pippa to lead me from
the maze - though promising myself that I would return later to ease my own
cock between my 2-year-old's pretty lips!

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

   The End

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