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? END