LITTLE MARY'S ORDEAL



                            by John P

                         Copyright© 2011




Chapter 1

"I've put her to bed. She looks exhausted, poor girl. The
hospital tells me that there is no lasting physical damage but
she'll need a therapist for a long time. I still can't believe
what happened to her."

I started shaking, my emotions beginning to overtake me again.
Mary had been gone for 9 days and I had thought I would never see
her again. She was all I had left. When the police had found her,
I had wept with relief and gone to the hospital where she had
been taken to be examined. There had been no real physical damage
because she was never raped but her anal sphincter had been
enlarged, along with her vagina through constant use by many men
with thick cocks. However the doctor assured me that they would
go back to normal soon and I was not to worry because
13-year-olds bounce back fairly easily.

"As I say, Mr. Carter, we have arrested three of the Turkish men
but we are still trying to find the others." Inspector Griffiths
took another sip of his coffee as he explained the lines of
investigation the police were following. "As far as we now, there
are 8 more men and 7 boys still to be found. They will all be
charged with having sex with an under-age girl but Mary is
refusing to give us all the information that we need to find
them. She seems to want to protect them but we think that it is
the drug they gave her that is making her unco-operative."

I remembered too what the psychiatrist at the hospital had to say
and I was appalled by his preliminary diagnosis. The men had
given her something in a drink which had made her lose all her
inhibitions and she had allowed herself to be used for their
satisfaction for nine whole days. They had given her constant
orgasms and her conditioning had led her to become addicted to
sex.

The lieutenant went on, "We are waiting for the lab report to
find out what they put in her drink. Meanwhile, Mr. Carter, keep
her away from men and boys until the drug wears off. She'll need
watching carefully so don't let her go outside until the lab
finds something to neutralise the effects. If you need to go out,
get a female to watch her."

When he finally left, I sat for a while in silence, thinking
about the whole incident. How had she been kidnapped? She had
refused to tell the police. Did the men really put something in
her drink? Was she a slut? Suddenly I was ashamed. She was 13 for
God's sake! How could I think that? Mary was a victim, not a
willing partner!

I had to sleep because I was exhausted and I looked in on Mary on
my way to my bedroom. The poor girl was tossing and turning,
moaning to herself. This was no doubt due to her ordeal and I
wanted to cuddle her in sympathy but common sense prevailed and I
kissed her forehead lightly before continuing to my own room.

As I was drifting off to sleep, my door opened and there stood
Mary in her T-shirt and knickers.

"Daddy, I can't sleep," she said softly. "Can I get in with you?"

I moved over and threw back the sheet and she climbed in,
cuddling up to me.

"What is it, Mary?" I asked, knowing I suppose why she had
trouble getting to sleep.

She said nothing and I put my arm around her. She was warm and
smelled of soap and shampoo, and as I stroked her back to comfort
her, I wondered how many other men had done the same thing to her
in the 9 days since her kidnapping. They hadn't raped her because
she had welcomed them all. I tried to dismiss this idea as being
ridiculous but my cock jerked once and I felt ashamed and hoped
she couldn't feel it against her. Unconsciously I found myself
stroking her bum over her knickers and my cock jerked again. I
pulled my hand back like it had just been bitten but she cuddled
closer and whispered, "Don't stop, Daddy. It feels good," and she
took my hand and put it back on her bottom.

"Mary, I... I..." I started but she just snuggled closer into me.
My hand began its movement again, stroking the small buttocks of
my daughter. I knew that I shouldn't have done this but she was
so content just lying there in my arms and I wanted to comfort
her. In a matter of minutes, she had drifted off into peaceful
sleep.

When I knew she was sleeping deeply, I slowly and carefully
extricated myself from her and went to the bathroom. The visit
was not to use the toilet but to wank myself, to rid myself of
the erection that had developed since she had climbed into bed
with me. To my shame, the picture in my head was of several men
fucking my little girl's pussy and bottom, and her swallowing
vast amounts of spunk that she had sucked from their large cocks.
It was the fastest cum I had ever known. Within 20 seconds, I
blasted a copious amount of baby-juice into the wash-basin.

After cleaning up, I returned to the bed and settled myself again
beside my daughter, putting my arm around her and feeling her
sigh and move closer into me. Her head was under my chin and I
smelled again her hair and there was a slight odour of something
else that I couldn't quite identify. Then it came to me. It was
little-girl arousal I could smell wafting up from under the
sheet. She must have been dreaming of something sexual. I refused
to think about it, telling myself that she was just a small
child.

When I woke up, Mary was still asleep and I looked at her sweet
angelic face, a picture of the innocence she no longer possessed.
Her T-shirt had moved up in her sleep and I could see her belly,
taut with youth, and skin which was unblemished. Her white
knickers were tight against her pussy and so her camel-toe was
clearly visible and her little-girl odour of arousal was still
there, and I sniffed in the aroma, feeling ashamed again as my
cock stiffened.

My eyes went up her body again and I looked for a few seconds at
her small orange-sized breasts, wondering how they would feel
with my fingers squeezing them. I could see too the material
poking out where each nipple pressed against it and my cock
jerked once again. I had to stop this! I had to stop thinking
about my daughter this way!

As my eyes went up to her face again, I was shocked to find her
eyes open. She had been watching me admire her body! Christ, what
must she think of me? I had to know though what these brutes had
done to her. I had to know how they had defiled my poor little
girl. It was to comfort her and sympathise, I told myself, but my
baser instincts were over-riding my concern for her and I
secretly wanted the titillating details for my own gratification.

"Hold me, Daddy," she said softly and I moved closer to her and
put my arm around her. As I kissed the top of her head, she began
to kiss my neck and her hands started to caress my chest, her
fingers fluttering over my skin like butterflies' wings. The only
clothing I wore in bed were underpants and I felt them tenting
out as her fingers moved over my nipples, making them hard and
erect. My hand stroked her back and when I reached the waistband
of her knickers, I had to stop myself from moving my fingers
inside them.

"Do you want me, Daddy?" she whispered and my brain became mush.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered. And then she kissed my
lips!

My hand froze and I wanted to say something, to stop this now. It
wasn't her fault; it was those bloody Turks who had made her this
way.

"Tell me, Mary. Tell me what they did to you!" I had to know.
"How did it start?"

She said nothing but I felt her hand descend and she grasped my
erection through my underpants. Oh God! Her hand felt wonderful
as she stroked it. Without releasing my cock, she knelt up beside
me and looked hungrily at the tent she was stroking. I wanted to
stop her, I really did, but I'm a weak man and I was enjoying
what she was doing. Then she took the waistband of my underpants
in both hands and started to pull them down my legs, not stopping
until they were off my feet.

As her gaze rested on my erect cock, she said softly, "Ooh Daddy,
it's as big as Mehmet's!" and she kissed my knob! What was I to
do? "Mehmet likes me to suck him. Shall I suck YOU, Daddy? Would
you like that?" and before I could say anything, her lips were
caressing my knob and when her tongue licked my pee-slit, my
hands went to her head to keep her there. Suddenly I didn't care
about incest any more!

"Suck it, Mary, just like you sucked Mehmet's cock." My thoughts
now were on cumming and I pictured this Mehmet's cock being
sucked by my little girl. "You liked it, didn't you, Mary? You
loved his big cock when he shot his cum in your mouth?"

She released my cock for a moment and spoke softly to me. "You
want me to talk dirty, don't you, Daddy?" she asked, smiling.
"All the other men liked that too."

She took off her T-shirt and I saw her beautiful breasts, firm
and topped with stiff pink nipples which signalled her arousal.
When she took off her knickers, there was her little pussy, a
thin covering of pubic hair spread lightly over her mons. I drew
in my breath at the sight and it didn't go unnoticed by my
daughter.

"Do you like my little cunt, Daddy?" she said quietly, pushing
her hips forward for me to look closer. "Look closely at the
hole," she said, using her fingers to pull apart her labia so
that I could see inside. "All the other men liked my cunt; they
couldn't wait to force their big cocks into it and fill me with
spunk. You'd love to do that to your little girl, wouldn't you,
Daddy? You'd really like to fuck my hole and get me pregnant."

I was speechless! Her dirty talk was driving me crazy and each
sentence she uttered put a picture in my mind of all those men
and boys fucking her hard, her hips grinding against them as they
shot their potent spunk deep inside her little cunt. She watched
the reaction of my cock each time she spoke and she saw it rise,
hard and proud, pulsing with my increased heartbeat.

"I need cock, Daddy. I need fucking badly. Do it to me. Throw me
down and rape me, Daddy! Please! Please, Daddy!" The last words
she spoke were a plea, her need for cock so urgent that she was
begging for it. I needed it too, just as badly as she did, and I
threw her down on the bed on her back and pushed her legs wide
apart. I then did something unforgivable.

"Right, you little bitch!" I cried. I was going to rape her! She
didn't struggle but lay there expectantly, waiting for my assault
on her sex. I took my cock in my hand and placed it to her wet
hole, and I watched her face turn into a picture of euphoria as I
pushed steadily into her until my pubic hair touched hers. I was
in my daughter, all the way in, up to the hilt. And she sighed!

Crazy as it was, I wanted to hurt her, to make her grimace but
when I squeezed her nipples hard, she just murmured, "Ooh so
nice!" I pinched them again, harder this time, but all she did
was to sigh again and push her hips against mine, trying to force
more of me into her.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Hurt me! Do it hard! Make it hurt!" Her
pleadings spurred me on and, as I fucked in and out of her, she
pushed against me with every inward thrust and cried out, "Do it!
Rape me! No mercy! Rape my little cunt!"

I took both of her wrists and held them together above her head,
holding them fast to the bed, and I fucked as hard as I could.
And then she changed.

"Please, mister, don't rape me! I'm just a little girl! Please,
mister!" Her pleas were enough to start the breeding process and
as I felt my cock jerk inside her, she cried out, "Don't cum in
me, mister! I'll have a baby! Please stop, mister!" and my spunk
began to shoot inside her.

"I can feel it!" she cried. "You're making me pregnant, mister!"
and she moaned, wriggling her hips against mine as my lips went
to hers and I forced my tongue inside her mouth. She sucked on
it, her tongue running around the underside of mine, and then my
own tasted her teeth and gums. I felt so powerful on top of my
little girl, my cock spewing out hot fertile spunk deep inside
her cunt, and she was acting so vulnerable during her rape but so
sexy with what she was doing with my tongue.

Her legs went around my waist and she crossed her ankles over my
back, keeping me deep inside her until the jerking of my cock
finally ceased and I knew that the final dribbles of spunk were
draining into her. I could feel her pussy milking my cock, her
insides rippling and sucking the last of my spunk from my cock.
How was this possible? She was only 13! It was then that I
realised the horror of what I'd just done and I tried to escape
her legs which were still locked tight around me.

"I'm so sorry, Mary! I'm so so sorry!" I said, still trying to
escape. "Forgive me, sweetheart! I don't know what I was
thinking, hurting you like that!"

She looked at me, her black hair spilling over her sweaty
forehead, and she smiled at me.

"I won't tell anybody you raped me, mister, as long as you do it
again!" She became serious then and she brought my head down to
hers and whispered, "Thankyou, Daddy. I needed your cock," and
she kissed my lips, pushing her tongue between my lips and
exploring the inside of my mouth. She released me from between
her legs and I pulled my cock out of her slowly and lay beside
her, caressing the body of my own daughter with trembling hands.

My hand ran over her breasts and when I bent my head to kiss her
nipples, she held my head tight. I licked and she moaned, a
guttural sound from deep within. When I began to suck her nipple,
she held me tighter to her, using one hand to stroke my face as I
suckled. My hand was stroking her little breast and I was in awe
of the youthful flesh which was so firm, so taut.

When my hand moved down, I felt her taut flat belly and her
abdomen, and it finally rested on the sparse pubic hair on her
mons. Her hair was soft, not coarse, and I played with it briefly
before reaching further and touching her soaking wet pussy-lips.
As she felt my touch, Mary pushed her hips against my fingers and
I felt for her clitoris. Once I touched it, she jumped, startled
by the feeling that shot through her.

"Oh Daddy!" she breathed. "Please, Daddy!"

"Did the men and boys lick your pussy, Mary? Did you like their
tongues on your sex?" I asked softly and she nodded, bringing her
hand over the top of mine and making me press harder on her tiny
clit. "Tell me, Mary. Tell me what they did to you!"

"They pulled my knickers down, Daddy. They made me kneel on the
settee with my legs open and they pushed their tongues inside my
pussy or my bottom. I couldn't get enough of it. Sometimes I
begged them to do it, especially the girls of the family. The
children watched along with the wives as they fucked me with
their tongues. It was so sexy, Daddy. All the men watched as one
of the 11-year-old daughters held me down and licked me until I
came."

"The girls and women did you too?" I asked quietly.

"The wives were the ones who taught me all the dirty words. They
made me learn how to please their husbands and sons, and the
daughters learned from their mothers how to please men. When
nobody was around, some of the girls would sneak into my room and
sit on my face so that I could lick them until they came."

"Did you like that?" I asked and she nodded.

"Sometimes the wives would sit on my face just after their
husbands had cum inside them and I would suck all the hot spunk
from their pussies. There was one boy about 14 who used to sneak
into my room after 4 or 5 men had fucked me and I sat on HIS face
so that he could suck all the spunk out and swallow it. He loved
the taste of all the men's spunk and he always made me cum with
his tongue."

"Do you want to sit on MY face?" I asked her softly and she
nodded.

I lay on my back and she expertly placed her pussy above my
mouth, squatting until my lips touched her pussy. As I licked
between her labia, a gob of spunk fell out of her hole onto my
tongue and I savoured the taste of spunk and little-girl juice
mixed together. Ambrosia! She used her muscles to open her cunt
and I licked hungrily, forcing the tip of my tongue deep inside
my little girl's sloppy cunt as far as I could make it go to lick
her juices.

She trembled as my tongue worked on her and when I touched the
tip of my finger to her clitoris, she moaned. I rubbed her clit,
making circles around it and occasionally running my tongue over
it. She bucked now and then from the sensations but I held her
still so that I could continue.

"Lick me, Daddy! Make me cum! Make one of the men fuck my bum
while you lick me!" Her voice was shrill now, her dirty talk
making me become hard as I tongued her sex. "Make somebody fuck
me, Daddy! Make Latif fuck my bum, Daddy! Make him cum in me!"

As she wriggled on my face, her hands held the headboard tight to
stop herself falling, and she continued her tirade of begging for
sex. She was becoming almost delirious and I was beginning to
worry about her rambling.

"I want Ali to fuck me, Daddy! I want his cock inside me! Will
you watch him fuck me? I love being watched, Daddy!"

My cock was hard by now, what with the licking of my child's sex
and the dirty talk that she had learned so well from the Turkish
women. I pushed two fingers up inside her bottom and she moaned
again, mumbling, "Yessss, Daddy! Do it harder! Hurt me!" I
finger-fucked the child's bottom, forcing them hard into her and
she sighed with satisfaction as she gripped them tightly with her
anal muscles.

When she began to cum, she cried out, "Daddeeee!" and her body
went rigid, my fingers trapped inside her bottom, unable to move
further. She howled like a wounded animal as her orgasm began and
she bucked her hips violently against my face, pushing down so
that I could not breathe properly. I couldn't move because her
thighs trapped my head between them and I swallowed greedily the
cum-juice that poured from her cunt-hole like a tap which had
just been opened.

As her orgasm washed over her, it was so intense that she kept
grinding her little pussy against my face. From beneath, I could
see her firm tits shaking as her body shuddered. She was
beautiful in her ecstacy, her eyes closed, her head thrown back,
her slim hips wriggling. She was my 13-year-old daughter and she
was cumming like a whore!

When it was over, she took her wet pussy from my face and lay
down beside me. I looked at her, still not believing that my
child had just acted this way, that she was so obsessed and
addicted to sex. The description 'whore' came to mind but she
wasn't a whore. Whores didn't usually like what they did but it
was a way to earn money. My daughter though was begging for sex
with men, lots of men, boys too, and I couldn't work out in my
mind how to help her to stop.

It wasn't just her beautiful body that turned me on but her way
of talking dirty had aroused me in a way I had never experienced
before. She was foul-mouthed yet appeared innocent. I remembered
her in her school uniform as the epitome of innocence, the
picture of virginity, and now, after 9 days with a large Turkish
family, she would not be out of place in a bordello.

Why did she defend this big family? Why wouldn't she help the
police to arrest them all? It was as if she WANTED to be with
them, WANTED them to use her as a sex-toy. Was this because of
the drug they had given her or would she be susceptible to
behaving like this anyway? By her own admission, she wanted cock,
lots of cock, and she didn't care which hole they used when they
blasted their spunk into her. She wanted the boys and girls too.
She readily sucked and licked them, allowing them to use her also
for their juvenile gratification. I had to know more details and
there was only one way to find out.

"Mary," I began, "tell me what you did at the big house. How many
lived there? Who were they exactly?"

She didn't speak straight away and I got the impression that she
wondered whether or not to trust me completely. Three Turks had
been arrested for having sex with her and she was afraid, I
think, that I might pass on further information to the police. To
satisfy her, I promised that I would say nothing to anyone if she
told me what happened. Then she began.

"I was in the park with Ali, a Turkish boy from our school. We
were just walking together but I kind of hoped that he might want
to kiss me and maybe feel me up a bit. You hadn't touched me like
I wanted and so I had been looking for a boy who might." She
looked at me then, ashamed I suppose that she had let me down by
her behaviour. "I just wanted to be touched, Daddy, just to be
felt up by a boy. Anyway, I pulled him into some bushes and made
him kiss me. His tongue went between my lips and into my mouth
and it felt wonderful. When his hand went between my legs to feel
my pussy, I opened my legs wide for him and he put his hand down
inside my knickers and played with me."

My cock stirred again, my head picturing how she described the
boy feeling her up. This did not go unnoticed and she took my
cock in the palm of her hand and gently stroked it up and down.

She went on, "He was getting as excited as I was and he took my
hand and rubbed it against his pants, against his big bulge. He
was hard, Daddy, really stiff. My pussy was soaking wet as he
played with me and I wanted so badly for him to go further. I
took down his zip and put my hand in his pants and found his cock
and I pulled it out to play with it. I didn't know what to do so
he showed me how to masturbate him and I couldn't take my eyes
off it. I thought it was huge at the time and when he pushed me
to my knees, it was there, inches from my face. I looked up into
his eyes and he whispered simply, 'Suck it, Mary.'

My cock jerked then and Mary got off her back and bent over me,
kissing my knob as she continued to wank me.

After a few seconds, she continued, "I sucked it, Daddy. It
didn't taste nasty as I expected and he held my head still and
fucked it in and out of my mouth until he came. His hot spunk
filled my mouth and I tasted it for the first time. I looked up
at him, waiting for him to tell me what to do next, and when he
said, 'Swallow it, Mary,' I gulped it down."

"Did it taste nice?" I asked her and she thought for a few
seconds before answering, "It wasn't nasty, not like I expected."

"He wanted me to go home with him so he could make me feel good
too, he said, and because I still felt excited, I went with him.
He lived in an enormous house in its own grounds and when he took
me inside, there were about 15 members of his family sat in
chairs and settees. He introduced me to them and they all seemed
nice. They made me sit down and offered me a drink which I
accepted to be polite. They chatted to me and Ali stroked my arm
as we all exchanged pleasantries. Soon though, I began to feel
hot, especially between my legs, and I was embarrassed to realise
that my knickers were soaking wet."

She wasn't looking at me then but instead her eyes were far away,
remembering the events and smiling with the memory of them. "Ali
took me to his bedroom and before he could get me to lie down, I
was grabbing at his clothes, desperately trying to get him naked.
He began stripping me too and I had to help him so that I could
have my way with him. I was possessed, enchanted, obsessed by the
thought of making him fuck me. When he was naked, I knelt and
sucked his cock again, this time so hard that I made him cry out
with pain as my teeth hurt him. My hunger was making me
insensitive, uncaring, and he slapped my face to make me stop."

My mind was following what she was saying but my cock was getting
ahead of me and I stopped Mary from wanking me so that I could
pay more attention to her story.

"I stood up and lay down on his bed, begging him to 'put it in
me, for God's sake' and he climbed between my open legs. When he
pushed into me, I felt a sharp pain and then I pulled him hard
all the way into my cunt. I was ecstatic, Daddy, so happy that he
was fucking me. As he fucked me, a couple of men and two boys
came into the room to watch. As he fucked me gently, I begged him
to stop making love to me and do it hard. He did it a bit harder
but I wanted more, I wanted him to hurt me, to rape me. Then one
of the men was by head, stroking his large cock, and he bent
forward over me and told me to suck his cock. I moved slightly
and opened my mouth and he slid his knob between my lips, filling
my mouth completely."

Her eyes were filled with lust as she described her treatment by
the men and I touched her nipple, pinching it hard as she went
on, "He made me wank his shaft and then he filled my mouth with
his hot cum. After I swallowed it all, I looked up at Ali again
and found he was gone and another man was fucking me but not hard
enough. He raped me, Daddy, and it was wonderful. Another man
climbed on me after he had shot his spunk in me and then a boy
about 11 was next to my head. His father showed him how to put
his dick to my lips and I licked and sucked him until he started
trembling but I didn't mind when there was no spunk because he
was so cute."

Sucking a little boy's cock? I secretly envied her but I listened
as more of her story unravelled.

"There must have been 8 or 9 men and boys who fucked me, Daddy,
and I could feel all the spunk oozing out between my legs. When
they all left, a boy of 16 came in and looked around to make sure
everybody had gone. You wouldn't believe what he did! He lay on
his back and made me crouch over his face and he pulled my pussy
to his lips and he sucked all that spunk out of me. He made me
cum on his tongue, Daddy, but when somebody saw him, I think they
thought that he was just being nice to me and they didn't know
that he was trying to eat all the men’s spunk."

My cock was pulsing and Mary started to stroke it again. She went
on, "I was exhausted after they had all finished with me and I
went to sleep but during the night, Mehmet's 16-year-old daughter
sneaked into my room and woke me. I watched as she took her
knickers off and she draped them over my nose and mouth and
whispered to me to sniff and lick the gusset. While I licked, her
fingers went between my legs and she played with my clitty. Then
she took her knickers from me and climbed on top of me, and she
pushed her pussy over my mouth. She didn't say anything but I
knew she wanted me to lick her and I did it, making her cum into
my mouth. Then she kissed me and left to go back to her husband's
bedroom."

She went on, "There were 15 bedrooms, all with people sleeping,
and I wandered about the big house, looking into rooms as I
passed. Sometimes somebody was awake and I would go in and join
them, and they would wake their wife who would watch as her
husband fucked me. But I had to be quiet when I came because of
all the family sleeping. Mostly though, his wife would kiss me to
deaden the noise when I came. It was wonderful, Daddy, and I miss
it so much."

My cock was hard and pulsing again as her hand worked its magic
and I had to stop her hand before I shot my load everywhere.

"They fucked me every day, Daddy. I was taking men one after the
other and they were cumming in me and flooding me with potent
spunk. Their wives, daughters and sons would use me too and I
welcomed them all. The little girls of 10 and 11 watched their
brothers and fathers fuck me and their mothers would explain that
their daddy or brother was making me pregnant and soon they would
have another brother or sister. The grandfather fucked me too and
his married daughters would often watch him perform, in awe that
the old man could fuck me so vigorously. I loved it when they
were rough and they often pretended to rape me. God, Daddy, I
really loved that!"

I couldn't take any more and I sat up, forced her onto all fours
and held her hips tight.

"You've teased me long enough, you little slut!" I said in an
angry voice. "You've been asking for it and now you're going to
get it!"

"No, mister, please. I didn't mean it. I won't do it again.
Please let me go!" Her voice sounded scared and she was good at
the role-play. "I'm a virgin, mister. Please don't fuck me with
your big cock! Please, mister!"

Before I plunged my cock into her pussy, I looked down and saw
that her labia were glistening with wetness and I thought I would
get into the game a bit more.

"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you? You want men to put
their cocks in you, you little bitch!" I tried to show anger in
my voice and it must have been OK because she started to whimper,
"No, mister, really I don't. I might have a baby if you put it in
me. Please don't!"

As my cock entered her from behind, she tried to 'escape' and I
held her tighter as I went into her until my pubic hair pressed
against her little bottom. I fucked her hard and she sighed
repeatedly, whimpering occasionally and saying, "No, mister.
Don't fuck me any more. I'll be a good girl!"

I snarled, "Tell me what a slut you are! Say you like it!" and
she shook her head. "Say it!" Again she shook her head. "Say it!"
I repeated.

"OK, mister. I'll keep still and you can fuck me but please don't
cum inside me. You can cum in my mouth or my bum but don't cum in
my pussy!"

"You will do as I tell you, bitch!" I snarled again and suddenly
an idea came to me of something different to say. "And when I've
fucked you, three more men are waiting to fuck you too!" Although
it was role-play, she suddenly trembled and I knew I had got it
right.

I fucked her hard and reached underneath to squeeze her tits and
make her wince with pain but she knelt there on all fours, not
moving as I moved my fingers to her nipples and made her groan
with pain as I squeezed them hard between my fingers and thumbs.

I felt my balls tighten and I pushed hard one last time and held
myself against her bottom as I unloaded hot spunk into her. She
felt the jerking of my cock and the hot viscous liquid as it
sprayed the walls of her vagina and she cried out, "Yes, mister!
Yes! Yes! Make me pregnant! Breed me, mister! Fill me with hot
spunk!"

These words from a 13-year-old girl would be enough to galvanise
any man into flooding her cunt with potent sperm but it was my
own daughter who was begging me to breed her and it made me
determined to empty my balls of every last sperm and to pump it
all deep inside her. She knelt there on hands and knees,
completely still as I bred her, waiting for the mating to be
completed. She had surrendered to the male as she had been taught
by the Turks and I had to thank them under my breath for their
training of her. She was perfect in her submissiveness to men,
even to little boys, and I wondered briefly if I could arrange
for her to be the main event at a stag party. I suspected that
she would love 'gang-rape' and my mind began to make a list.

Once my cock had finished jerking inside her, she collapsed onto
the bed and I fell on top of her. She was small underneath me and
I pulled my cock slowly out of her, watching spunk ooze from her
pussy which for the moment stayed gaping open. Her little rosebud
looked inviting and I knew that not far into the future, she
would beg me to fuck her little bum. I lay beside her and she
kissed my face.

"Thankyou, Daddy. That felt sooo good!" she whispered and she
cuddled up to me as if she were a kitten, purring her
satisfaction into my shoulder.

After a couple of minutes, she began to speak but hesitantly.
"Daddy, I think... I suppose I must be... sick in the head!"

I cuddled her, stroking the hair off her forehead, and I spoke
softly to her.

"No, Mary. You're not sick in the head. You've been taught about
sex and you love it and there's nothing wrong with that. It's
just that you've started a little too young. I know you can't
help wanting it now, and I'll do my best to fuck you as much as
you want, but I might need some help. I know some men who would
love to have sex with you and if you want me to, I'll invite them
over regularly. Would you like that?"

She curled herself around my body and whispered in my ear, "Oh
yes, Daddy," and then she kissed me and drifted off to sleep in
my arms.



Chapter 2



She slept in my bed every night after that. I would give her my
cock and she would accept it gladly before we drifted off to
sleep, exhausted. I would 'rape' her or 'hurt' her as she
requested and I have to confess that her enjoyment of our role
play pleased me considerably.

During each day, she would tease me by pulling up her skirt and
showing me her knickers, letting me see her tight little bottom
encased in the sexy see-through knickers that she admired so much
when I took her shopping for clothes.

We had been to a discreet shop in a side-street off the main
thoroughfare in town and the saleswoman, a dark-haired young
woman called Trudy, was eager to help us in choosing something
suitable for my daughter. Several ensembles were brought for our
consideration and the fact that Mary showed the greatest
enthusiasm for the flimsiest garments must have tipped Trudy off
to the fact that this was not just a father buying underwear for
his 13-year-old daughter but more about a daughter wanting to
seduce a willing father.

In a changing room on one side of the shop, Trudy helped Mary to
strip naked, making comments about how beautiful her breasts were
and pointing out how lucky the child was to have such a perfectly
shaped bottom. As Trudy fitted each item of underwear on the
child, she made sure that the fit was right by using her fingers
to feel the flesh beneath, ensuring that this piece was not too
tight and that piece not too loose. Each fitting caused Mary to
sigh and Trudy wondered what it would feel like to have the
child's thighs locked around her head as she licked Mary's pussy
until she came.

The tiny bra and knickers sets which she chose made me hard as
she modelled them for me in the shop and the understanding
saleswoman offered helpful suggestions to her while giving me
knowing looks, mostly because the tenting in my pants confirmed
the fact that my interest in what she wore was not in the least
fatherly.

"Would sir care to check the fit for himself in the changing
room?" she asked, moving to the shop door and turning the sign
from open to closed. "Please go through," she said, ushering us
both towards the large room which served as a place of privacy
for those women of modesty.

"Would sir like any assistance?" she asked and before I could
utter a word of refusal, Mary said, "Yes, please," and Trudy
followed us inside.

The lemon yellow knickers were tight in her crotch and displayed
her camel-toe, the shape of her slit between her pussy-lips
clearly visible through the skimpy material of the knickers. Her
nipples also showed plainly through the material of the tiny bra,
her arousal made plain by the hardness of the pink nubbins which
stood proudly beneath.

Trudy knelt beside Mary and her fingers ran around the child's
crotch as she described the fitting of the underwear.

"As you can see, sir, the material is of such lightness that the
child's sex is visible through it and her arousal will be
apparent by the ease with which this material soaks up any
wetness, showing all who see it the state of her excitement."

Her fingers ran between Mary's pussy lips as she spoke to me and
my daughter sighed as she clearly enjoyed the woman's touch.

As Trudy continued to stroke my daughter's sex, they both fixed
their eyes on my pants where the massive bulge betrayed my
arousal at the sight before me. A wet patch had started to
develop in the crotch of the child's knickers thanks to Trudy's
manipulations and the saleswoman pulled them down Mary's legs and
off her feet to show me the inside of the crotch.

"I see that she is fully aroused now and maybe I should leave you
both alone for a while," said Trudy softly but Mary said, "No,
don't go. Play with me some more."

As Trudy's fingers played with my daughter's sex, the woman
leaned towards the child and whispered, "Do you want your daddy
to show us his cock, Mary?"

Panting a little from the effects of Trudy's fingers on her wet
slit, she whispered back to the woman, "Make him rape me again,
Trudy. Make him fuck me really hard!"

At this, Trudy drew back a little, surprised at the child's
request and when she leaned forward again to whisper, "Are you
sure that's what you want?" Trudy realised that this would not be
the first time that role play had been employed by father and
daughter and she wondered briefly how far their fantasies had
extended. She was however quite excited by the idea of the child
having such sexual desires and wanting to include the woman in
the play between them.

I had heard their whispered conversation of course and they
watched as I stripped off my clothes, both of them watching as my
erect cock came into view. When Trudy whispered to Mary, "It's
big, isn't it?" the child played the part of a young virgin and
pretended to be scared.

"You won't put it in me, mister, will you?" she said, looking
fearfully at me.

Trudy had stopped stroking Mary's sex and she watched intently as
the role play continued, wondering at what point she might join
in. Then the idea came to her. Trudy began to remove her clothes,
stripping off until she was naked too. She would be the arbiter,
the judge of what was fair and equitable.

"Mary, you've teased him, you've shown him how sexy you are,"
said Trudy coolly. "You can't stop a man after you've worked him
up. It wouldn't be right. The least you can do is to suck his
cock for him."

At this, Mary looked into the woman's eyes and said OK, as long
as he didn't put it inside her. She knelt in front of me then,
Trudy alongside her, and she licked my knob, tasting the pre-cum
which had oozed out of my pee-slit and which was about to drop to
the floor.

Trudy looked on as Mary took my balls in her hand and started to
fondle them. Then Mary took my cock deep in her mouth, sucking
and licking the underside with her little tongue. She was driving
my lust, making me want her so much.

"I'm going to fuck you, little girl," I said and my daughter drew
back, releasing my cock from her mouth.

"Don't let him fuck me, Trudy!" she cried, that practiced look of
fear on her face.

"I'm sorry, Mary, but you have to let him. You've teased him long
enough and now you have to pay!"

I took Mary and pushed her gently to the floor, forcing her legs
apart and kneeling between them. The child began to struggle and
Trudy stepped in, forcing the child's shoulders to the floor and
holding her flailing arms so that she was unable to fight off her
would-be rapist.

"Please, mister, don't fuck me!" cried Mary. "Don't let him put
it in me, Trudy! I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise!"

Trudy moved slightly and rested her lower legs on the child's
arms, straddling the child's face with her crotch but not yet
lowering her now wet pussy onto the child's face.

"No! No, mister!" she cried, looking up at Trudy's sex through
the woman's wet knickers. "I'll lick you, Trudy, if you stop him.
Honest I will!"

Mary felt my knob touch her cunt and she cried out again. "No,
mister, it won't fit! It's too big!" and she shuffled slightly,
trying to make penetration a little easier for me.

"Trudy, he's going to fuck me! He's going to put that big cock in
my pussy!" the child cried and she heard the woman straddling her
face say calmly, "Fuck the little girl! Fuck her hard!"

As I pushed forward into the soaking wet pussy of the child,
Trudy took Mary's legs and wedged the child's ankles in each
armpit. Then she lowered herself onto Mary's mouth, feeling the
child's tongue as it began to lap at her wet cunt-lips. The
woman's warm wet sex dripped juice into my daughter's mouth and
the child lapped greedily as my cock inched into the tiny vagina,
muffled moaning coming from Mary as her mouth was covered by the
warm wet hairy cunt.

My knob moved forward in Mary's slippery vagina, inching towards
her belly, while my eyes were on the pert breasts of the woman
who was feeding my daughter her copious cunt-juices. Her nipples
were hard and pink and, as she saw where my eyes were fixed, she
took a breast in her hand and offered it to me so that I might
suckle. I took the nipple in my mouth and licked it, my tongue
tickling the stiff nub until Trudy moaned.

My pubic hair was now pressed against Mary's little bottom and I
began the copulation with my precious daughter. As my hips rocked
back and forth, and Mary's moaning continued from between the
hairy cunt-lips of the woman she was orally pleasing, Trudy's
hand came to the back of my head to keep my head in place at her
breast.

I was in two worlds now, one of which was below the waist and the
other above. Below, my cock pounded my child, anxious to cum
inside her willing little pussy. Above, I was suckling like a
baby at a woman's breast, sucking on the nipple in search of milk
and comfort. These two quite separate but opposing acts brought
me no confusion but I saw them as each complementing the other.

As Trudy fed me, she said gently to the child beneath her,
"Harder, Mary, lick harder, little girl. Make Mummy cum!"

I pounded Mary harder, remembering that I was supposed to be
'raping' her and it must have been the trigger for Mary's renewed
attack on the cunt-hole and clitoris of the woman sitting on her
face because Trudy began to pant.

"Fuck the little slut harder! I want more of her tongue!" Trudy's
calm and gentle demeanour was now being replaced by a more
commanding manner and I was about to take my mouth away from the
nipple but the hand pressed to my head was joined by her other
hand and she gripped me tightly to keep me in place.

Trudy groaned and then her body suddenly became rigid and she
howled, her head thrown back like a wolf. I sucked the nipple
harder and used my teeth to bite it. She trembled then and
shuddered, pushing down on poor Mary's mouth harder and for a
brief second, I worried about my child. Could she breathe? Was
her mouth filled with Trudy's cum-juice? Could she swallow all
the pungent outpourings from an adult cunt?

As Trudy's orgasm washed over her, my own cum was approaching
fast and the familiar rush of spunk would not be delayed, despite
my best efforts to wait until Trudy had finished cumming into
Mary's mouth. What could I do? I felt the jerking of my cock as I
plunged one last time into my daughter's little cunt and I held
my pubic bone tight against hers as my cock spewed out the first
of many gobs of hot spunk.

Trudy was coming down from her cum as my cock pulsed inside my
daughter, spraying her cervix with semen.

"Breed her! Breed your little girl!" cried Trudy as my cock
pulsed inside my child's little cunt, my balls tight in my crotch
as they were emptied and my sperm pumped into the 13-year-old
beneath me. She lay still as my semen entered her and her pussy
walls seemed to try to milk my cock of all that it could produce
in an effort to expedite the swift transferral of my seed to her
waiting egg.

Trudy had raised herself from Mary's mouth so that she could
breathe but could still feel the child's warm breath on her pussy
lips as the little girl moaned and panted as she was filled with
my cum. "Oh Daddy!" she mumbled, panting and raising her head
slightly to lick Trudy's wet cunt. "So nice!"

When my cock ceased shooting spunk, Trudy climbed off my
daughter's face and knelt beside us. Her fingers went to Mary's
navel, pushing downward in the hope of feeling my cock through
the child's abdomen. When she located where my cock was, she
smiled at me and stroked it but it didn't last long because my
cock was softening and being pushed out of my little girl. When
it was finally expelled, a little spunk remained on her little
lips.

Trudy took over then and lay on her back, pulling Mary onto her
body to face me and getting the child to straddle her face. I
could see now the tiny pert breasts on my daughter, the nipples
small but erect and I touched them, rubbing my fingertips over
the nubbins as Trudy pleased her from below.

"Oh Daddy, she's licking me! Her tongue's up inside me!" Mary's
face was a picture as Trudy licked and sucked the child's sex,
drawing out all the warm slimy spunk that she could. Her tongue
tasted and she swallowed, then went up inside the tiny cunt for
more. When she could find no more, she tongued the child's
bottom-hole, forcing the tip inside her tight anus.

Mary was becoming even more aroused by Trudy's mouth and she
reached out to me to hold her while the woman beneath her
continued to please her. My child was trembling as Trudy's tongue
roamed around her sex and when it centred finally on her little
clitoris, it sped up, swiping the tiny organ over and over and
making Mary wriggle uncontrollably. Trudy held the child's hips
with both hands, tightening her grip on the child to stop her
from escaping the tongue which now caused her to shudder.

I witnessed the climax of my little girl, watched as her eyes
went up into her head and she tried to buck her hips away from
the tongue which was making her cum so violently. I squeezed her
nipples hard as she came, hoping to heighten the sensation she
was feeling from the tongue-lashing she was getting from Trudy.
Between clenched teeth, a strangled sound escaped my daughter's
lips, and I held her tighter as she shuddered with each wave of
the orgasm which had taken her over.

When it was over and the shuddering had stopped, Trudy began to
lap again at the child's tiny cunt. More stuff leaked out, more
of my spunk mixed with my little girl's sweet cum-juice, and
Trudy's tongue and lips worked frantically to catch it all. The
feeling caused by this woman's talented tongue was making Mary
tremble again, not quite so violently now, but it wasn't long
before it became too much for her and she raised herself from the
mouth which had made her feel so good.

She climbed off Trudy's face and lay down beside her, seeing the
shiny nose and lips of the woman who had so expertly brought her
to such a wonderful climax. She leaned over the woman and brought
her lips to kiss her nose and lips, licking them to taste the
juices of our love-making and pushing her tongue between Trudy's
lips to probe for more juices to taste and swallow.

They looked into each other's eyes and I stroked Mary's hip and
Trudy's belly as the pair kissed. Trudy stroked the child's hair
and placed a hand on mine as I stroked the pair. I shuffled
closer, my cock firmly between the cheeks of Mary's bottom and
she wriggled with pleasure. We lay there, the three of us,
basking in the warmth of each other's body and with the
satisfaction which each had brought the others.

The air was laden with the odour of sex and we knew that we stank
so Trudy offered us the use of her shower upstairs and we trooped
upstairs, bare-arsed and goosing each other. With such a large
shower room, we were able to wash each other and feel again the
sex of the others. With soapy hands everywhere, it was a most
pleasurable experience.

Trudy finished first and dried herself, disappearing downstairs
into the shop while Mary and I finished our shower. When she
returned, she held our clothes in her hand and a carrier bag with
something inside it. After dressing ourselves, we had to go home
and Trudy handed Mary the carrier bag.

"It's some things that I chose for you," she said. "Wear them for
your dad. Believe me, he'll like you in them," and she smiled
knowingly.

On the way home, Mary asked, "The next time I need knickers,
Daddy, can we get them from Trudy?"

Her face said it all. The joy which shone in her eyes melted my
heart and I took one hand from the steering wheel and put it
around her shoulders. She cuddled up to me and I kissed her head,
smelling the aroma of the shampoo which she had used in Trudy's
shower.

"I think we can. Maybe we can buy other clothes too. What do you
think?" I asked and she smiled that impish smile which I so
loved.

"Oh yes, Daddy. Trudy has a strap-on dildo. I hope she'll use it
on me next time."



Chapter 3

Tied to the bed, my little girl had pleaded with me not to fuck
her, to please let her go. I had ignored her pleas of course and
had 'raped' the child, pumping my hot spunk deep inside her as
she screamed for me not to. I had forced my tongue between her
lips, filling her mouth with it, and she had sucked on it as my
hips had thrust back and forth as I bred her.

"Please, mister, please let me go! I won't tease you again! I
promise I won't!" These were the words she used each time I
'raped' her. These games we played were beginning to worry me
although I never told her. We had gone from simple 'rape' to
simple bondage and it wasn't until I saw her on the computer
accessing a website on dominance and submission that I understood
where she had got the idea that I should tie her up before
'raping' her.

It had been 10 days since my daughter had been returned to me
from the Turkish family which had trained her in the art of
sexual fulfillment. The 13-year-old daughter who had gone
willingly to a Turkish boy's house, and had been fucked in each
hole by many men and boys for 9 days, had also been taught the
delights of girl and woman sex, and she had been extremely
popular with the females of the household too as she gave and
received sexual attention most enthusiastically.

As she lay on her bed, her arms outspread and still tied to the
bedposts, I played with her little nipples, pulling them away
from her beasts and then releasing them again. Her little pussy
had begun to leak the spunk I had just shot into her and I lay
between her legs to lick her hole clean of the mixture of spunk
and pussy-juice which I found most satisfying to taste.

My oral ministrations had the desired effect and in less than a
minute, her hips were bucking as she screamed out her intense
orgasm. I stayed there, my mouth fixed to her fuck-hole, as more
of her juices leaked from her cunt. The sweetness of her
cum-juice was my drug and the thought of being without it brought
me to the same level as the junkies who would do absolutely
anything to get their next fix. I was besotted with my daughter
and my only wish was to please her, to give her all the sex that
she desperately needed.

When her thrashing thighs had stilled, she had looked at me with
those half-closed eyes, her face a picture of peace and
satisfaction. The 'rape' was over and she had climaxed intensely,
and I reached up to release her from her bonds so that we could
cuddle each other before we went to sleep. This had been the
third time today that I had 'raped' her but I knew that before
the night was over, she would wake me so that I would do it to
her again.

My desire for these activities was not diminished by my need to
breed Mary but the physical effort required to keep the little
girl fulfilled. In plain language, I was afraid that I could not
keep up with her constant need for sex! I had to do something,
but apart from bringing men to the house to help me to 'rape'
her, I could see no other solution.




Two days later, she announced, "Daddy, I'm pregnant!"

My heart stood still as I digested the words she had spoken so
softly. My head spun as thoughts flooded it, the most prevalent
being the picture of the cell door being firmly closed behind me.
Incest! Dear God! What can I do? What will SHE do?

"How do you know, Mary?" I asked, clutching at straws. "You might
be wrong!"

"My period has never been late... till now. I should have got it
6 days ago," she said softly, taking my hand in hers.

She snuggled up to me then and my arm went around her, fatherly
now, not lustful. She was calm, composed, and it compared most
favourably to the parent who was distraught, seized with remorse
and looking round frantically for some indication of salvation.
She looked into my panic-stricken face and she understood my
concern.

"It must be one of the Turks, Daddy. They came in me more than
100 times in those 9 days and I was in the middle of my fertile
time."  Her careful assessment startled me and the grown-up way
she was handling this was in stark contrast to my own flailing
disposition.

When I looked lost, she explained, "We learnt it at school,
Daddy. Two weeks after your period ends is when you are most
likely to get pregnant. All the Turks were fucking me then,
pumping all their spunk into me."

Why did I sigh with relief then? If she was pregnant, the baby
wasn't mine! Just then, I felt a pang of disappointment. I had to
make a decision about what to do. Somebody had to sort this mess
out and I was the parent, wasn't I?

In a moment of foolishness, I asked Mary, "Do you want to keep
it?"

She looked at me in disbelief and answered, "Of course I do,
Daddy. It's MY baby... and your grandchild."

I felt ashamed then, mostly from the realisation that I didn't
know my own daughter well enough that I needed to ask the
question.

When I said, "We'll go round to see the Turks tomorrow," she
hugged me and whispered, "It will be nice to see them all again."



At 3 p.m. the next afternoon, we drove up the driveway to the
impressive mansion and I whistled to myself at the unabashed
luxury which was in evidence everywhere I looked. Three gardeners
worked on the lawns and flowerbeds while two more men were taking
care of the enormous pool which I could see lay behind the house
as we drove along the curved driveway until we eventually stopped
outside the massive front doors to the house.

The door opened to my knock and we were admitted to a large
hallway and it was then that two women and a little girl
recognised Mary and rushed up to her, kissing and hugging her,
chattering wildly as each one bombarded her with questions. Mary
lifted the 5-year-old child, saying, "Hello, Talya. Have you been
a good girl since I've been gone?" and the child smiled broadly,
throwing her arms around Mary's neck and hugging her.

The man who had admitted us introduced himself as Cavit and he
seemed slightly embarrassed as he asked if I would care to speak
to his father. After I said yes, I wondered briefly if he was one
of the men who had fucked my daughter so many times. He led the
way to a large room and introduced me to a man in his 60s, his
father, who stood as I entered and held out his hands in a
gesture of welcome.

"You are most welcome. My name is Demir. I see that you have
brought Mary to visit us," he said most affably. "The women and
children have missed her so much since she left. Please sit. May
I offer you a drink?"

When I said, "Whiskey, please," I thought for a moment that I had
committed some gaffe, some faux-pas, because religious Muslims
are forbidden alcohol. But he said nothing, and when he returned
from the drinks cabinet, there were two whiskey glasses in his
hands and we drank them together.

After a few pleasantries had been exchanged, he asked after Mary.
I wasn't quite sure how I should answer him but he had detected
consternation in my attitude and he asked then if something was
wrong.

"She's pregnant!" I blurted out.

After a short pause, he said, "I see." Another short pause and
then he said, "It happened here?" and I nodded. His face remained
inscrutable so I was unable to gauge the reaction that the news
had on him.

After a moment, he said, "Would you like to see the house?" and
when I said, "Yes," he began the tour. "You will stay for
dinner?" he asked and I accepted his offer. As we entered the
kitchen, he introduced his wife and told her that Mary and I
would be joining them for dinner.

We moved on until we reached a huge lounge and there was Mary,
surrounded by a dozen women and girls, and I noticed that Mary
was smiling broadly as they all chattered together, the smaller
children gathered around Mary's knees as she spoke to their
mothers. It was, I suppose, a domestic scene that had been denied
to Mary since her mother had gone and I rebuked myself for not
realising that this was what Mary missed so much.

Climbing a broad winding staircase, Demir showed me the first
floor and when we peered into one of the rooms, a boy about 14
looked up and something passed between us. He was the prettiest
boy I had ever seen and his soft eyes and long hair gave him a
feminine look. When he was introduced to me as Sabri, we shook
hands and his long fingers and soft skin made me feel quite
strange but in a nice way. Demure in manner, he fluttered his
long eyelashes at me and something stirred in my pants. What a
looker he was!

I was so thoroughly engrossed in the boy that I hadn't noticed
Demir wanting to continue the tour and a discreet cough from him
brought back my attention to the matter in hand. I looked
sheepishly at the old man and we left the room, and as I looked
behind me on leaving, the boy was still staring after me.

The house was palatial and comprised of many rooms on three
floors. The furnishings and decorations were western in style and
the religious artifacts I had expected to see were absent. This
was a thoroughly western household. After being shown around the
third floor, we descended more wide stairs at the back of the
house and we entered the rear gardens. Two pools were here, both
large, and some of the men entertained their children there,
splashing around and in some cases, teaching them to swim. Each
person was introduced to me and the impression I received was one
of close family ties where bonding with each other was paramount.

We returned to the old man's room and seated ourselves once more.
Two women entered and asked if they could bring us anything and
Demir asked for more drinks for us. When they had been made and
delivered, we sipped them and I was surprised when the old man
asked if Mary and I would stay the night. Thinking about Mary and
all the friends she had obviously made here, I accepted and Demir
looked delighted.

When the meal was ready, we went along to the dining room and
Mary and I were the guests of honour, being seated on each side
of the old man. The small children were taken care of on another
table but even so, there were 18 of us seated at the main table.
The sumptuous meal was served by two servants who were fully
occupied in filling wine glasses and replenishing dishes as the
contents were eaten.

I looked over at Mary and saw her face, smiling as she chatted
with men and women alike, and I realised again the social aspect
that I had neglected at our own home. She looked so relaxed and
happy, and the mature way that she conversed with everybody was
something of a surprise. She was a young woman, I realised, and
she chatted without awkwardness or embarrassment and I felt so
proud of her.

My attention kept going to Sabri, the boy whom I found so pretty,
and each time our eyes met, he blushed most attractively. This, I
was to find out later, did not go unnoticed by others. Mary
noticed also the attraction between us and when I caught her
staring at me, I blushed too.

After the meal, some of the men and boys drifted away but the
conviviality of those who remained made for a most pleasant
evening and once it was time for bed, Mary and I were shown to a
room containing a double bed where we were expected to sleep
together. I wondered then if Mary had made clear our new
relationship to the family and I guessed, rightly as it turned
out, that she had expressed a desire to sleep with me.
Surprisingly Mary left the door to our room open and I was to
discover later that it was the norm for the family.

"Will you fuck me, Daddy?" she whispered and she took my hand and
brought my fingers against her wet knickers. "I've been wanting
you all night," she giggled. When she pulled off her T-shirt, she
was naked beneath and her little breasts stood proud in the dim
light of our bedroom. I started to undress myself and she
watched, stripping off the rest of her clothes as she waited for
my hard cock to be revealed. I watched her too, seeing the almost
hairless pussy as her knickers were pulled down and we climbed
onto the bed, kissing each other as our hands caressed each
other's body.

"I can't wait, Daddy! Do it now! Fuck your big cock in me!" Her
voice was urgent, demanding, and I knelt between her open legs
and pushed my knob against her waiting hole. "Push, Daddy! Push
hard!" she hissed and she wriggled to force herself onto my
shaft.

As my cock slid into her wet cunt, she sighed audibly and she
brought her heels up behind my buttocks in an effort to draw me
into her pussy. I fucked her hard, full-stroking her with each
thrust and she moaned each time I banged against her cervix with
my big knob. She was becoming more vocal as my fucking continued
and I knew that I couldn't last much longer so when I felt my
spunk rising, I cried out, "I'm cumming!" and she held me tight
as she felt my hot spunk splash the walls of her cunt.

"Fill me, Daddy! Shoot me full of spunk!" she cried and I groaned
as each gob of my semen left my pee-slit and coated her cervix.
In spite of her arousal and the feeling of my spunk filling her,
Mary noticed a movement at the door and spotted the naked Sabri
watching us, his cock stiff in his hand. Her hand left my back
and she motioned for him to join us but he disappeared instead.

When my balls were empty and the jerking of my cock inside my
daughter's pussy had ceased, I lay on her and we rested, kissing
each other gently as my cock softened until it was finally forced
out of her. Then I lay beside her, touching her with my fingers,
and she looked past me to see a figure at the door.

"Daddy, can Mehmet fuck me now?" she asked, indicating a tall
sturdy man at the door with a long thick erection in his hand. I
nodded and moved off the bed, making room for him to lie beside
her, and she smiled at him, kissing him and feeling for the large
erection and feeding it with her hand into her already wet
fuck-hole. I watched as he pushed forward and she let out a cry
as his thick cock was buried fully inside her.

"Hurt me, Mehmet! Let Daddy watch you fuck me hard!" Her words
shocked me and I watched the pair as he fucked hard into her. As
I circled the bed, I could see his large balls from behind and
his brown bum-hole above. His powerful hips slammed into her and
she moaned as she felt each thrust of his large shaft as it
rubbed against her tight pussy-lips.

"Look, Daddy! Watch him fuck your filthy daughter! I'm a slut,
Daddy! Watch him fuck your dirty slut!" Her words aroused me and
it was bringing Mehmet to an early climax.

"Mary!" he called out and I watched from behind as his balls were
pulled up into his groin and his seed spilled into my young
daughter. It was a magnificent sight to see my little girl being
filled with spunk by another man and I wondered briefly if that
made me some kind of pervert. I crouched down on the floor behind
him and watched his spunk-tube pulsing between his balls and his
bum-hole as his sperm were pumped deep inside her little cunt and
I understood why she was so desperate to have men cum inside her.

Her arms were round his neck and she was kissing his shoulder and
neck as his thick cock filled her with potent spunk and I felt a
desire to fondle his balls in an attempt to make sure that she
got every sperm from him. I resisted however and instead
contented myself by watching his buttocks tense with each gob of
spunk that he shot into her.

"Oh Mary, you're beautiful," he moaned into her ear and she
hugged him tighter, pulling him with her heels further into her
cunt.

As the jerking of his cock inside her stopped, she whispered into
his ear, "That was wonderful, Mehmet. Your wives are very lucky."

A couple of minutes later, he pulled his big cock from her and I
could see spunk oozing from her ravaged cunt. The sight was
arousing me again and Mehmet noticed it but he said nothing as he
left us and went back to his wife's bed.

I climbed on the bed and lay beside Mary, stroking her body with
my fingers as she started to kiss me. "Thankyou, Daddy, for
letting him fuck me," she said softly. "I love cock so much."

After a minute or two, she said softly, "I think somebody is
waiting for you, Daddy," and when I looked puzzled, she said,
"Sabri wants you. He was watching as you fucked me." When she saw
the embarrassed look on my face, she added, "It's alright, Daddy.
I know you want him too. I saw the pair of you looking at each
other. I'll take you to him," and she got out of bed and stood on
the floor, her hand taking mine and pulling me towards the door.

As we tiptoed naked along the corridors, I glanced into each room
as we passed. When I saw a couple involved with a child, I
stopped to watch. A 17-year-old girl was licking the pussy of a
tiny 12-year-old as a man about 40, sporting a thick erection and
stroking it slowly, watched them. When the girl finished licking
the child, I distinctly heard her say to the man, "She's ready,
husband. Fuck her now so that she can bear you a fine son."

What the...! Mary whispered, "They are both his wives, Daddy. The
first wife has given him two daughters so he married the little
one to try and make sons in her."

I watched as the 17-year-old wife guided her husband's cock into
the child's wet pussy and she held the child's hand as the
fucking began, stroking her brow gently when the pain of taking
the thick cock became too much. "Shhh, little one. You have been
married only two days. It will become easier as the days pass and
our husband will always be gentle with you." The older wife's
soothing voice had the desired effect on the child and in an
effort to make the fucking more enjoyable for the young one, she
stroked the child's clitoris with a wet finger, occasionally
touching their husband's shaft as he fucked the child deeply.

"Come on, Daddy," Mary hissed. "Sabri needs you," and she pulled
me by the hand away from the sight of the three lovers.

On the next floor up, she brought me to the boy's room and I
stopped dead in the doorway when I saw what was happening inside.
Sabri lay face down on the bed, a pillow beneath his hips. He was
clad in skimpy blue knickers and a small bra, and a naked girl
about 16 years of age pounded his bottom with a strap-on dildo,
one of her hands pulling aside the gusset of his knickers. His
head was to the side and a boy about 12 years old was fucking his
little dick into Sabri's mouth.

"It's his sister," Mary whispered. "He needs cock and the men
don't want to do him. He wears the clothes so that it's easier
for his sister to treat him as a girl."

My cock was stirring now and soon stood erect as I watched
Sabri's body react to the fucking of the dildo and I heard too
his moaning as his sister worked his bottom. I could just see his
face as the young boy fucked his mouth and he looked angelic, his
pretty face and long hair completing the picture of a young girl
being made love to. When the young boy trembled and groaned, I
knew that Sabri was tasting the boy's cum, probably not for the
first time. As the boy's trembling became less, he stroked
Sabri's face and kissed him lightly on the cheek, and seconds
later, he pulled out his little dick and left him, passing us as
he left the room.

Mary led me soundlessly to the side of the bed and made me kneel
there, moving me forward with one hand while her other hand
brought Sabri's head closer so that my cock touched his lips. He
looked up at me and opened his mouth at once, taking in my knob
and licking the pee-slit. Mary stood beside us to watch and when
I noticed a movement, I saw that Mary was holding the hand of the
sister who fucked my cock-sucker.

As Sabri sucked me, his sister spoke quietly to Mary as she
fucked her brother's arse. "He needs a husband, Mary. He needs
this more each day and I'm not sure I can give him enough."

I looked down at Sabri again and I stroked his hair and his back.
His frame was slight, his limbs displaying no sign of male
muscle, and his skin was soft to my touch. He was indeed a girl
to all intents and purposes, albeit he was lacking a pussy but as
I watched his anal ring stretched wide by the dildo which gave
him great pleasure, my desire to replace the rubber thing with my
own flesh was overwhelming.

Mary had been watching my face and she seemed to know what I
wanted. She held her hand out to me and led me to climb on the
bed and as Sabri's sister pulled out the dildo from her brother's
bottom, I placed myself between his legs and plunged my cock
inside his bottom. He moaned as I pushed into him deeply and he
sighed audibly as I thrust back and forth inside his hot wet
rectum.

"Oh John!" he breathed, "It's wonderful!"

His sister held aside the gusset of his knickers as I rammed my
cock deep into her brother and she smiled with satisfaction as he
moaned and sighed repeatedly. I lay on his back as I fucked him
and he felt for my hand, holding it as I became more gentle in my
love-making. I kissed his neck, his shoulder and the part of his
face that I could reach.

His sister's hand disappeared from under my hips and when I
looked round, the standing girls were kissing, each one fondling
the other's body. I returned my attention to the boy beneath me
and whispered, "I'm going to pull your knickers down. Is that
OK?" and he nodded. He sighed as my cock left his body and I
pulled the pretty blue knickers down to just under his tight
little buttocks, but when I thrust gently into him again, he
found my hand once more and squeezed it.

I wasn't gay but I was having feelings for this boy that I
couldn't understand. In my past, there had been the occasional
wanking or sucking of other boys and men but there had been
nothing of an emotional nature, certainly nothing like the
feelings I was currently experiencing. I began kissing him again,
my tongue worming its way into his ear, and he moaned my name out
loud.

The girls were on the floor behind me and I heard Sabri's sister
speaking. "Sit on my face, Mary. Let me taste your daddy's
spunk," and I heard Mary sigh as the girl's tongue must have been
licking the spunk from her cunt.

My own climax was imminent and I whispered into my lover's ear,
"I'm going to cum, darling Sabri!" and he cried out, "Fill me,
John. Pump it all into me!"

Mary panted somewhere behind me as beneath me, Sabri lay still,
waiting for hot spunk to splash the walls of his rectum for the
first time in his young life. When he felt my cock jerk and the
first gob of hot semen sprayed inside him, he went ballistic.

"John! John! I can feel it! I can feel your spunk in me!" His
cries must have woken the entire household but I was past caring
about such trivialities. "I love you, John!" he cried and he
trembled, and for the first time, I realised that I was having
similar feelings for him.

"I love you, Sabri!" I gasped as my orgasm continued and I felt
his bottom ripple as it tried desperately to milk my cock of
every drop of semen. I wanted to kiss him, to put my tongue into
his mouth and taste him, but from our position, it wasn't
possible. Next time, I would fuck him face to face.

My balls finally emptied themselves into the boy and I lay on top
of him, kissing where I could reach. "That was wonderful, John,"
he mumbled and it was then that I realised that he was still
holding my hand. This wasn't just sex; it was love-making.

As I pulled my softening cock from his bum, I raised myself and
glanced at the girls. Mary was sitting on the other girl's face
and then she bent forward so that they were in a 69 and she
licked the older girl's pussy, eliciting moans of delight from
the pleasure-seeking girl.

I turned over my own lover and saw for the first time the swell
of a tiny pair of breasts under the training bra which he wore.
When I pushed up the bra, I had to kiss the tiny tits and suck on
the under-developed nipples. He was a beautiful girl, both in
face and body, and the only thing which confirmed the fact of his
gender was the hard but delicate dick which stood proudly erect
and the small balls which nestled between his legs, just above
the waistband of his knickers which I had pulled down earlier.

He was perfect and, as he looked up at me with those limpid dark
eyes, I bent and kissed him gently on his soft full lips. My
tongue pushed past them and I tasted for the first time a boy's
mouth. Alternately he sucked and licked my tongue, feeling with
his soft hands my chest muscles and my muscular upper arms and
shoulders. His touch was that of a girl feeling the unfamiliar
body of a man for the first time, gentle yet testing the
unfamiliar density of muscle and flesh, so different to that of a
woman.

As we kissed, I felt his hard dick and it jerked at my touch. I
cupped his balls in my hand, my forefinger extending so that I
could feel his anus and I felt my slippery spunk as it oozed from
his well-fucked hole. When he felt my finger there, he pulled my
hand to his mouth and he licked my wet finger, sucking the whole
digit into his mouth and licking it clean.

His dick was still hard and I knew I had to make my lover cum, to
let him spill his seed, and I moved to lie between his open legs.
When I surrounded his dick with my mouth, he gasped audibly, and
when I moved my tongue around his knob, his hands flew to my head
and he held me there. I sucked his shaft, moving my head up and
down, and when I fondled his balls with my fingers too, his hips
began to buck.

I felt two pairs of hands on my buttocks and realised that the
girls had finished their pleasuring of each other and were
watching the boy on the bed experiencing his first blowjob. They
then knelt each side of the bed, close enough to see the sexual
act in great detail, and their hands went to the boy's chest to
pinch and stroke his breasts. When the girls licked and sucked
his erect nipples, he was in paroxysms of pleasure and it was
then that he came, shooting his hot spunk into my mouth, groaning
loudly.

"Oh John!" he cried between clenched teeth as his cock erupted,
jerking and pumping a surprising quantity of hot semen to the
back of my throat. The girls stopped their sucking of his nipples
and watched my face as I gladly accepted the boy's outpourings,
looking at each other and smiling as they witnessed my undoubted
pleasure at swallowing another male's spunk.

When the boy's pumping had stopped and my mouth had stopped
sucking, Mary whispered in my ear, "Stay with him tonight, Daddy.
His sister wants to sleep with me."

After they left us, I lay beside him, kissing him gently now and
without lust. When he asked me if I would stay with him, I
answered yes and he cuddled up close to me and I put my arm
around his feminine body, stroking his little buttocks as I felt
his breasts pressing hard against my chest. I pulled up his
knickers so that his bottom was covered but my fingers stroked
instead the flimsy material over his buttocks and I realised then
that he felt just like a girl to me.

In the morning, I woke my little angel and we began to make love
again, unaware of the two adults and four children watching us
from the doorway. They witnessed me pump another load of hot
spunk into his bottom and when I finally realised we had an
audience, I watched as a mother fingered her 10-year-old daughter
inside her knickers and made her cum.

I had to return to our room and as I walked naked along the
corridors, I encountered several women and children, all of whom
checked out the soft cock swinging between my legs. Reaching our
room, I was in time to watch the end of the girls' climaxes from
the 69 they had been enjoying. Mary was on top but had collapsed
onto the other girl's body as her orgasm had washed over her. The
pussy that Mary had been sucking had been unusually hairy and I
saw the glistening of Mary's saliva and the girl's cum-juice on
the thick thatch of her pubic hair.

Not wanting to disturb them, I went through into the bathroom and
showered in preparation for going down to breakfast. Mary joined
me a few minutes later and we washed the signs of sex from each
other's body but only after I had answered her questions about
what had happened with Sabri. When she asked me directly if I
loved him, I blushed a deep shade of red and she cried
exultantly, "I knew it! I knew you loved him!" and she hugged me
tightly.

Ablutions completed, we walked downstairs together and found half
of the large family already eating. "Come in. Sit down and eat,"
invited the old man's wife and we joined the others at the table.
The servants brought out the food and, as we ate, knowing smiles
were being directed at me.

Sabri was there too, dressed as he was in T-shirt and jeans, and
he looked at me in a way I can only describe as adoring. The
women noticed this and it seemed that a general approval was
placed upon our relationship. With such a large family, I could
not envisage anything occurring in the house which would go
unnoticed.

After breakfast, Sabri invited me to walk in the garden with him
and when we were out of sight of the house, he kissed me.

"Thankyou for last night and this morning," he said, and I
realised how awkward it was for him to say that. It was his first
mating and he wasn't sure of the etiquette which must be followed
for such an event.

"You were wonderful, Sabri," I said as I kissed his lips. His
hand took mine and he brought it to his chest underneath his
T-shirt and I felt him press it to his small breast. He was naked
under his T-shirt, having left off his bra, and I felt his nipple
stiffen as my fingers scraped over it. We were standing next to a
garden bench and he nodded to it and asked, "Will you fuck me
again, John?" and how could I say no to him?

I knelt and pulled down his jeans, and found to my delight a pair
of white knickers covering his dick and balls and I kissed them
over the material. He pulled my head into his crotch, sighing as
my lips and tongue made his knickers wet while I fondled his
genitals. When I couldn't wait any longer, I bent him over the
seat and pulled down his knickers to just below his buttocks. His
puckered rosebud looked inviting and when I tongue-fucked his
hole, he began to tremble.

"Please, John, let me suck your cock!" he said and I moved next
to him and he took it into his mouth without changing his
position, bent over the bench. When he had made my cock
completely wet, I moved behind him and inserted my cock into his
bottom, listening to him moan as it inched inside him. When he
felt my pubic hair against his bottom, he knew then that he had
every inch of me inside him and he started to move back and
forth, fucking my cock with his incredibly tight bottom.

When he felt my cock suddenly expand inside him, he wailed as my
cock jerked and I started to fill the boy with hot spunk. This
brought two young girls who thought that someone was hurt but
they withdrew when they saw our love-making, looking back as they
left to see their family member being royally fucked by the man
who had brought back their beloved Mary to them.

Once Sabri had received all my semen, he turned and knelt before
me, licking clean the cock that had pleased him so much by
pumping his bottom full of hot spunk. He kissed me then, letting
me taste my own spunk on his tongue, and he bent down to pull up
his knickers and jeans before going back to the house to clean
his bottom of the spunk that oozed out of his hole and soiled his
underwear.

I followed him into the house and when I entered the large living
area, one of the old man's sons asked if I would see his father.
When I said yes, I was led into the patriarch's room and he
offered me a drink which I was pleased to accept. He took one
himself and joined me on one of the sofas dotted around the room.

"I have a proposition," he announced, "and I'd like your
opinion."

As I sat back, he began. "Mary is pregnant and we don't know who
the father is. Correct?" and I nodded. "One of my sons or
sons-in-law or indeed one of my grandsons is responsible.
Correct?" Again I nodded. "So she can't marry the father because
we don't know who he is."

Marriage had certainly not been in my thoughts until he mentioned
it but I couldn't deny that she had seemed so happy when I had
brought her here and the family had welcomed her like a sister or
daughter. I was ashamed to realise that they were giving her what
I could not, a family life. Although they had sexed her
constantly, she was a willing, even enthusiastic partner, and she
had sought out partners too for her own sexual gratification,
just as any adult would. I just couldn't see her as any kind of
victim in this whole scenario so how could I be angry with any of
the family?

"Another point," he continued, "is that you seem to have formed a
romantic attachment to my grandson Sabri. Correct?" and I had to
agree.

"Sabri," he went on, "is the problem or at least his inclination
is. Turkish culture assumes any such practice as men having sex
together as being impossible." His eyes twinkled then and he
continued, "You and I both know that it is widespread and many
men enjoy each other but our culture, ancient as it is, refuses
to bring itself up to date and consequently a man cannot marry or
be with another man."

He took a swallow of whiskey and refilled his glass, topping mine
up too before returning the decanter to its stand.

"Do you want to be with Sabri?" he asked and I nodded.

"Very well. This is my proposal. You and Mary come here to live.
You marry Sabri as a girl and I supply you with a dowry of say...
250,000 pounds. We are a wealthy family and you will no longer
need to work. As Mary's father, you would be a high-ranking
family member. It might sound strange to you, but there is a
hierarchy in our culture which has remained the same for
thousands of years. It is the Turkish way."

I took a swig of whiskey then, wondering what to say to the old
man. Then a question came to me.

"What about Mary's education?" I asked and he replied, "As a
member of our family, she would have the same fine tutors that
educate the other children. We have fine doctors and lawyers in
the extended family and as such, we are self-contained in that
regard."

"What about the family's attitude to Sabri and my relationship?"
I asked.

His eyes twinkled again and he said calmly, "They know about such
things of course but they pretend that Sabri is a girl and nobody
minds that he wants a man. This way, their consciences are clear
when they look at the situation in that light and no-one cares
what he does from a moral standpoint. I know that his mother is
anxious for his happiness and she would welcome a man who would
marry him and make him happy. Please say yes."

"There's something else you should know about our culture," he
went on. "It's outrageous in this day and age but our men are
entitled to have sex with any woman but the women are barred from
sex with men. Strangely, none of the women in the house object
and I wonder if our ancestors already knew that it would be so
when our culture developed. We are also polygamous, taking as
many wives as we can afford to support. You would be entitled to
as many as 18 wives if you chose to marry more than once."

My mind jumped back to the child who had just been married at age
12 to an older man and my cock jumped at the possibilities.

"Think about it, John. I would like you to say yes but it's your
choice ultimately," he said.

I had to talk to Mary and so I excused myself and sought her out.
She was with a young girl, maybe 15 years old, who had given
birth to a boy just two weeks earlier. The girl was showing Mary
how to put a nappy on the baby and she seemed to be enjoying the
lesson immensely. "There you are, little man," she said to the
baby and she cuddled him to her as the mother watched.

"I need to talk to you, Mary," I said and the mother took back
the child and left us to our privacy. I explained the old man's
proposal to her and she looked at me nervously as she asked,
"What will you do?" When I asked what she herself wanted, she
said, "Can we do it, Daddy?" and then I knew. She wanted to stay
but was afraid that it might seem to me like a rejection.

Then her eyes sparkled as she said, "I hope that you getting
married to Sabri won't stop you from fucking me often. I need
Daddy cock too!" and she laughed, throwing her arms around my
waist and hugging me tight.



The day of the wedding came and I was nervous of seeing my bride
dressed in her finery. Mary had helped me to dress and members of
the family had come to see if they could help. Their joy at the
forthcoming event was plain to see and the men shook my hand and
said how lucky I was.

When I saw Sabri, I gasped. She looked every bit female, her
make-up done by the women of the family and her clothes
resplendent. She was beautiful and I wanted to kiss her but I had
to wait. The holy man had arrived and we stood before him as he
rambled on in Turkish, blessing our union and conveniently
omitting the bit about hoping for many babies to be born to us.
When it was over, I took Sabri in my arms and kissed her. I felt
her dick stiffen against me and I whispered that I couldn't wait
to take her to bed again, and she blushed most attractively.

Everybody crowded round us, kissing my bride and shaking my hand
and the party that would last 3 days began. Mary kissed us both
and whispered, "Be gentle with her, Daddy," and she grinned at
me. To Sabri, she whispered, "He'll be a good husband to you. I
hope you won't mind sharing him with me sometimes," she grinned
and Sabri whispered back, "There's enough man there for both of
us," smiling at my daughter.

In bed that night, I undressed my bride and when I removed her
dress, I was pleasantly surprised by the yellow knickers which
hid her erection from view but tented out enticingly so that I
knelt and captured her dick between my lips, running my lips
along the length of it and soaking her knickers. Mary stood in
the doorway but didn't disturb us and her hand inside her white
knickers moved rhythmically as she watched the consummation of
our marriage develop.

Apart from her bra and knickers, my bride was naked, and when I
finally stripped her of those, her cock stood erect, her balls
beneath promising sperm in abundance when the time would come for
her ejaculation. She sank to her knees before me and undressed
me, kissing the cock that would be forever hers, and she began
then to suck in earnest.

Mary witnessed our love-making, bringing herself to climax just
before my spunk shot deeply into Sabri's hot bottom. My bride's
shout of pleasure as I came hard into her bottom must have been
heard all over the house and several guests downstairs looked
knowingly at each other and smiled. Their young Sabri would be
happy now with her new husband and their number would increase
when Mary gave birth to the baby, an event to which everybody
looked forward.

Life would never be better than this, especially when Sabri made
me promise to make Mary pregnant again as soon as possible after
the baby was born. I could only nod agreement because Sabri's
dick was filling my mouth when she asked me. Why was this girl's
spunk so sweet in my mouth?



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