Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Steven Rogers Title: Lovely Lisa Part: Chapter 1 Keywords: MF/g, inc, pedo Lovely Lisa - Chapter 1 by Steven Rogers I'd noticed Lisa earlier in the afternoon as I sauntered around the park, and had wondered, not for the first time, if I would ever get the chance to pleasure her. She was with her father, Brad, who had recently moved into the neighbourhood with the 6-year-old, and who I knew slightly. Lisa had immediately become my favourite among a small group of local preteen beauties who I fantasized about incessantly, her unmatched loveliness putting the other girls into the shade. Her raven-black hair fell to the small of her back and framed a delicate face of unsurpassed comeliness, at least in my estimation. Her figure, too, was perfect - slim without being skinny, and pleasingly lissom. I'm sure she and her father were well aware of my admiring looks as I walked past them, for Brad gave me a warm smile as he laid a proprietorial hand on Lisa's bottom, the 6-year-old clearly enjoying his intimate caress. It was twenty minutes later when I spotted Lisa again, this time without her father. I looked around carefully as I followed her into the shade of the woods, assuming he couldn't be far away, but there was no sign of him. My heart was thumping as I made ground on the 6-year-old, trying to decide what to do to and wondering if her father had really allowed her to walk through the woods alone. The movement of her firm little buttocks beneath her tight skirt was sending me mad and I knew that I had to make my move now, before I was disturbed by her father or anyone else. I had to make sure that she couldn't identify me, so I clapped a hand across her eyes as I threw myself on her, forcing her to the ground. I had my cock out in an instant and I yanked up her short skirt and pressed my throbbing shaft between her panty-covered bum cheeks and immediately began to hump against her with feverish haste, desperate to cum before I was discovered. "That feels so good, doesn't it, Lisa?" I muttered huskily into the 6-year-old's ear. "You're loving it, aren't you, you sweet little slut?" I was ready to move my hand from her eyes to her mouth if she attempted to cry out, but her only response was a soft, silvery giggle which threw me completely. I humped against her with frantic energy as I rapidly approached my climax, unsure where to deposit my load. The decision was suddenly made for me in a startling way which sent shockwaves through my body. There was a rustle of leaves to my side and a gruff voice commanded: "Spunk on her slutty little face!" I turned rapidly and saw Lisa's father grinning at me, his erect cock sticking from his open fly. I returned his grin nervously, my heart thumping rapidly. "Go on, man!" Brad barked as I hesitated. "Flip the little bitch over and cream her!" Without a word, I quickly turned the 6-year-old over and wanked urgently over her smiling face - she showed no surprise at discovering who it was that had so roughly molested her. Brad swiftly knelt by my side and fisted his thick cock with an urgency equal to my own and soon spurting jets of hot semen were splashing over Lisa's nose, cheeks and chin, making her giggle with delight. "I was pretty sure you'd jump at the chance of getting your hands on Lisa," Brad explained, scooping up gouts of creamy cum on his fingers and feeding them into the 6-year-old's greedy mouth. "I decided you deserved that opportunity - and Lisa completely agreed with me!" "She's such a hot little cunt!" I exclaimed admiringly. "I've spotted quite a few sexy little sluts today but Lisa is far superior to the others." "She's a lovely little whore, alright," agreed Brad. "You can feel her up, if you like. Don't touch her pussy, though, for the time being. Her grandad and I gave it a pounding last night and she's still pretty sore down there." I immediately slipped a hand beneath the 6-year-old's top and fondled her warm body, paying particular attention to her soft nipples, which began to stiffen perceptibly when I firmly tweaked them between finger and thumb. "It must be wonderful to have such a gorgeous babyslut as your daughter," I said, sliding my hand into Lisa's knickers to have a leisurely grope at her delicious little bottom. "You can't imagine how many time I've masturbated while fantasizing about your little girl." The 6-year-old rolled over on to her side to allow me easier access to her bum, and I took full advantage, vigorously squeezing her plump little cheeks before pressing an exploratory fingertip against the tight pucker of her anus. "Daddy, he's playing with my bumhole!" Lisa said excitedly, apparently well pleased. "The gentleman has a name, sweetie," her father gently admonished. "As you're likely to become intimately acquainted with him, it may be as well to start using it." Brad put his mouth to Lisa's ear and whispered to her, bringing a broad smile to her pretty lips. "Would you like to finger my slutty little ass, Peter?" she asked enticingly. "Please say yes - I love having my bottom finger-fucked!" Words seemed superfluous, as there could only be one possible answer to the 6-year-old's provocative query. I promptly turned Lisa over and placed her on her hands and knees, flipping her skirt up and yanking her knickers down. Her little bottom was deliciously soft and round and I admired it for a few moments before pulling her cheeks apart to reveal her sweet little anus. I licked the tight pink pucker until it began to open up slightly and then tentatively probed it with a fingertip. "Just stick it in and finger her!" Brad urged. "There are too many people around here for my liking." The 6-year-old moaned delightedly as I proceeded to forcefully finger-fuck her shapely little ass, encouraged by Brad as he steadily fisted his cock. With her father's permission I then joined him in creaming the pretty little slut's face again as she squealed with joy. "I'd love to let you fuck Lisa, one day soon," Brad said. "Of course, I'd expect you to let me enjoy the same privilege with your own little girl." "Emma?" I replied, in surprise. "I've no objections to letting you do her, but I've not got very far with her myself, as yet. I feel her up now and then, after swearing her to secrecy, but she's so young that I'm terrified she'll accidentally let something slip when my wife is around." "A sexy little 5-year-old like your Emma deserves more than a quick feel from her father - she needs his hard length in her tight little holes. If I may make a suggestion, why don't you try to get your wife involved with Emma?" Brad made light of my objections to his proposition, eventually persuading me that as many women as men had a sexual interest in children and that my wife could well be one of them. "I'll try," I agreed, as we parted. I wasn't as optimistic as Brad that my wife would prove to have a pedophilic inclination that I had't noticed before, but I was determined to uncover that inclination, if it existed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Almost a week later I was sitting in my favourite armchair with Emma on my lap, mulling over yet more possible ways of inducing Sara to help me pleasure our little girl. Persuading my wife to become sexually involved with our 5-year-old daughter was even more difficult than I had imagined. I devised countless schemes, none of which I had the nerve to put into operation, fearing Sara's reaction, and I was beginning to despair of ever succeeding. Emma was well aware of my intentions when I slipped my hand up her skirt and she promptly wriggled out of her knickers, knowing how I loved to fondle her lovely plump pussy. She loved it just as much as I did, I may add - in fact she adored her intimate areas being kissed, caressed, licked and touched as often as I chose. My only problem was suppressing my aching desire for the delectable child until my wife was out of the way. Sara had only slipped out for a few minutes to visit a neighbour and I knew it was risky to play with Emma, but I was taking every and any opportunity to do so recently, so intense was my desire for her. She was soon moaning with pleasure as I rubbed her silky-smooth mound, moaning so loudly, in fact, that I was unaware of Sara's return until suddenly she was standing before me, pale-faced and tight-lipped. I tried to say something in a vain attempt at explanation but I was dry-mouthed and could only croak incoherently. Emma's skirt was tangled round her waist and as I hastily removed my hand from between her legs, Sara gasped at the sight of the 5-year-old's labia, reddened and swollen as they were from the vigorous action of my fingers and slightly parted to reveal the enticingly moist pinkness of her inner cunt. "I knew something was going on between you and Emma," Sara said softly. "You've been careful, but you couldn't hide your longing for her from me - after all, I've felt that longing myself, even though I've not acted on it." "I couldn't help myself, Sara. I want Emma so much that it hurts. She's so beautiful, so, so ..." "So incredibly hot," my wife said smilingly, as I struggled to express my feelings. "We can discuss this later, Peter. For now, I would suggest you get back to what you were doing before I interrupted you." I stared at her for a moment, hardly able to believe that she was in earnest, but my fingers were soon rubbing Emma's luscious little twat again as Sara looked on with eager interest. "Are you using lube?" she asked. "Emma's pussy is going to be very sore if you're not." I spread the 5-year-old's labia to show my wife how moist she was, surprisingly so for such a young child. "She gets wet quite easily when she's in a sexy mood, which is pretty much all of the time. I'll just finish her off, but then I'll lube her up before you masturbate her." "I notice you assume that I'm also going to molest our little girl - an assumption which I'm not about to deny!" For the first time I was able to enjoy feeling Emma up without anxiously listening out for my wife. Sara watched intently as I worked my fingers into the 5-year-old's hot, moist slit, moaning softly as our child began to squeal with joy. I'm not sure if it's theoretically possible for such a young child to experience orgasm, but Emma certainly appeared to be doing so. Her little pussy was swollen and wet with her juices and more than ready for the insertion of a finger, if only I'd been sure of how far my wife was prepared to let me go. Sara took my place in the armchair and I hurriedly undressed Emma completely and placed her on her mother's lap, hastily squeezing some lube between her puffy labia. I saw a side of my wife then that I had never known existed. Whenever I had speculated if women could be as sexually interested in children as Brad had asserted, I had somehow assumed that, if so, they would make love to them in a more gentle fashion than their male counterparts. That illusion was shattered when I saw how roughly Sara worked her fingers into our 5-year-old's sticky gash, making her loudly whimper, even as the child held her legs wide apart to facilitate her own molestation. "Steady on, Sara!" I murmured, but my wife just cast me a knowing smile and continued to masturbate little Emma with even more vigour. "The little slut loves it!" she said. "So did I when I was Emma's age. Dad was forever sliding his hand into my panties and playing with me, much to my delight!" This came as something of a surprise to me, to put it mildly. I had a good relationship with Lawrence but had always regarded him as a somewhat staid, conservative character and found it hard to imagine him as a child molester. I mentioned this to my wife but she clearly saw things differently. "It's hardly fair to say that dad was molesting me. He was expressing his sexual love for me in a way that we both found extremely satisfying. In the same way, I can't accept that you and I are in any way molesting Emma." I wasn't about to challenge Sara's opinion on the matter, particulary as I was swiftly coming to understand her point of view. I wanted to ask her if her father had gone further than just playing with her pussy, but decided to contain my curiosity for the time being. "I suppose you usually ejaculate on Emma, on these occasions?" my wife asked dryly, eyeing the growing bulge in my crotch. "She'd be quick to complain if I didn't!" I replied, pulling my stiff cock from my zipper. "Where would you like to see the little slut creamed?" "Cum on Emma's sweet little cunt for me, Pete!" Sara's vigorously circling fingers finally brought the 5-year-old to an intense climax which had her crying with joy, and she hastily moved away to allow me to spunk copiously between Emma's swollen labia. After closely inspecting the delectable sight of our little girl's cum-filled slit, she thrust her tongue into the sticky mess and licked Emma out with noisy enthusiasm, while I sucked wetly on the 5-year-old's tiny pink nipples. When Sara had thoroughly cleaned out Emma's little cunt, she slipped her cum-coated tongue into the 5-year-old's willing mouth and kissed her with a passion which had the effect of stiffening my cock back to full erection. It was particularly arousing to watch Emily carefully licking up every glob of semen from her mother's mouth before swallowing it with evident enjoyment. When Sara decided that it was time for Emma to have a nap I couldn't hide my disappointment, but she suggested that it would be a mistake to take things too quickly and that we had plenty of time to enjoy our little girl, a sentiment with which I came to agree, after serious reflection. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When I told Brad about these events, with Sara's wholehearted assent, he proposed that he be allowed to play with Emma. If this was a success he would then invite me to fuck 6-year-old Lisa, with the proviso that he would be allowed to similarly use Emma when Sara and I judged that she was ready. "I never thought you'd agree to Brad playing around with Emma," I said to my wife. "I'm delighted that you have, though. That means I get to have my way with lovely little Lisa!" "I think it's important that Emma doesn't learn to associate sex with her daddy alone. I've always believed that little girls should ideally experience a variety of sexual relationships." "Perhaps your father could be persuaded to have such a relationship with his little granddaughter?" I hesitantly ventured, hoping that this possibility excited Sara as much as it did me. "I'm sure he could," she replied, with a smile. "Though I'm not sure how I'm going to put the proposition to him." "Don't worry about that. I'll have a little chat with him about what he got up to with you, when you were a little girl. I'm supposing he did more than just play with your pussy?" "He used me in every possible way, I'm delighted to say! Until I hit puberty and my body started to develop, he fucked me two or three times a week, front and back. Once my tits began to show he kind of lost interest - little sister was already taking my place by then." "I've always thought he had a more than grandfatherly interest in Emma, but couldn't be sure." "Dad lusts after Emma, to be frank. I've often wanted to let him at least feel her up a little, but I was worried about you finding out." "Are you certain he's got the hots for her? I need to know before I have a talk with him." "I'm absolutely certain, Peter. Dad's always telling me, in graphic detail, what he'd love to do to Emma." "Is he really? I imagine that he and I are going to have a very interesting conversation!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To be continued. strogers@fastmail.fm