“Thank you, sweetheart” smiled Yvonne, “that was a lovely cocksucking job you did!” I’m going to undress
you now – I can see that your Daddy is raring to get at you, and I can’t
wait to see him fuck his sexy little daughter! Hold your arms up now,
Alison, while I slip your top of.”
Alison stepped out of her skirt as Yvonne pulled her skimpy top over her
head. Wearing only her scanty pair of black, lacy knickers, she stepped
into the centre of the room and twirled slowly around as she displayed her
adorable preteen body. Tantalizingly, she hooked her thumbs into the
narrow sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down until the swell
of her smooth little pussy came into view.
“Don’t be a tease!” said Karen. “Get those knickers off now, and let
Yvonne and Mike have a good look at your cunt to see if you’re ready to be
fucked.”
Alison gave her mother a little pout, but seconds later she was totally
naked and climbing on to Yvonne’s lap, where she opened her legs to allow
her genitals to be examined. She noticed that Mike’s cock – still poking
from his open fly – was already stiffening again, and she had high hopes
of taking it in one of her fuckholes before very long. For now, though,
she was quite content to lie in Yvonne’s arms and have her cunt prodded
and squeezed as the social worker decided if she was ripe for penetration.
“Your pussy is quite wet already, isn’t it, Alison?” said Yvonne, probing
between the 7-year-old’s chubby vulval lips.
“And it’s definitely swollen with arousal!” said Mike. “Her sweet little
clitoris is too!”
“Slip a finger or two into her vagina, Yvonne,” said Karen. “A good
finger-fucking will soon get her little twat juiced up!”
Alison moaned loudly as Yvonne eased two fingers into her tight cunthole
and worked them deep inside her. She wriggled against the probing digits
as she felt her vagina become slippy with her juices. Although Yvonne had
been doubtful that a 7-year-old girl could be penetrated without causing
her harm, she was now convinced that Alison would indeed be able to take
an erect penis in her vagina, if not without pain at least without serious
hurt.
“See what you think, Mike,” she said, withdrawing her sticky fingers from
the grip of Alison’s cunthole. “I’m of the opinion that the horny little
slut is ready to be fucked – what do you say?”
Mike thrust two long, thick fingers into the 7-year-old’s slippery
fuckhole, making her gasp as he twisted them sharply inside her. Ray had
already stripped, and now knelt before his little daughter as she was
finger-fucked, the rigid column of his cock bobbing between his muscular
thighs. Almost as much as molesting Alison himself, he loved watching
someone else molest her, and he admired the way that Mike drove his
fingers deep into her cunt despite the grimace of pain on her pretty face,
and her plaintive moans.
“That’s the way to treat the little whore, Mike!” he said. “Wait until I
get this monster inside her – you’ll really see her yell then!”
“She’s all yours, Ray!” said Mike. “I agree with Yvonne – your sexy little
daughter is hot for it!”
He pulled his fingers from the warm,wet embrace of the 7-year-old’s vagina
and made way for her father. Yvonne, her nipples hard against the little
girl’s naked back, held Alison’s thighs wide apart as Ray poked his
cockhead into her sticky slit. Karen stood by her husband’s side as he
eased his thick penis into their little daughter, stretching her vaginal
opening to its utmost, and began to fuck her with long, steady strokes.
“Look how the little slut takes her Daddy’s big, fat cock all the way
inside her!” said Karen, proudly. “See how she winces with pain and screws
her cute little face up. She never complains though – she’s so happy to be
her Daddy’s willing little whore!”
“I’ll show you how randy the little slut is!” said Ray, suddenly gripping
Alison underneath her arms and lifting her from Yvonne’s lap, his reddened
cock still partly embedded in her cunt. He sat down on the sofa and hugged
her naked body, flushed with desire, to his brawny chest. Lowering his
head to kiss her perspiring brow, he relaxed his hold on her and she
slowly impaled herself on his shaft.
“It’s your turn to do some work now, sweetie,” he said, smiling down at
her upturned face, “if you want Daddy to squirt his semen into your little
belly!”
Alison grinned at him and began to bounce up and down on her father’s
erection, giggling gleefully as he groaned with joy, her fine, blonde hair
swinging from side to side. After a while, he couldn’t prevent himself
from lifting his hips each time Alison slammed down on to his cock, and
soon he felt hot cum coursing through his shaft and spurting repeatedly
into her trembling belly. Quickly, he stood up with her and pulled her off
his cock, turning her around so that the others could feast their eyes on
the beautiful sight of her well-fucked pussy. He walked over to where his
wife was sitting and held Alison before her, the little girl opening her
legs and looking down at the thick strands of gooey cum dripping from
between the swollen lips of her vulva.
“I just love the sight of Alison’s freshly-fucked cunt,” sighed Karen,
peeling apart the 7-year-old’s reddened labia. “I love the taste of it as
well!”
She poked her tongue into the creamy semen oozing from Alison’s dilated
vagina, lapping it up avidly – and well aware of how intently Yvonne was
watching her.
“Would you like to sample the delights of my daughter’s delicious little
cunt, Yvonne?” she said, certain that she would receive a positive answer!
Before Yvonne could reply, Ray had carried Alison over to her and offered
the little girl’s sticky pussy for her approval.
“Thank you, Karen,” said Yvonne, poking her tongue out as semen continued
to dribble from the 7-year-old’s vulval slit. “I’d love to taste Alison’s
succulent little cunt!”
She pressed her nose and mouth into Alison’s semen-oozing slit, savouring
the tangy taste and fragrance of the little girl’s vaginal honey mixed
with her father’s sperm. She thrust her tongue into the little girl’s
cunthole, lapping up as much of Ray’s salty cum as she could. When she
finally took her face from between the 7-year-old’s thighs, her nose,
mouth and chin shone with the pretty child’s cum-smeared pussy juices.
Ray lowered his daughter into Yvonne’s arms and watched as the social
worker thrust her tongue into the little girl’s open mouth and kissed her
wetly, hugging the 7-year-old’s naked body to her bare breasts. He sat
cross-legged on the floor and reached under Alison’s bottom so that he
could finger the tight pucker of her little anus.
“That feels nice, Daddy!” said Alison, as she relaxed her anal sphincter
to allow her father to slide his finger into her rectum. “Are you going to
stretch my bumhole so that Greg can bugger me?”
“That’s the general idea, young lady. I want you to show Mike and Yvonne
how much you love having Greg’s hard penis in your bottom!”
Yvonne lifted one of Alison’s legs to her chest so that her father had
easier access to her anus, tentatively pressing a fingertip against the
7-year-old’s sphincter as Ray withdrew his forefinger. She was surprised
at how easily her own finger slid through the little girl’s anal ring and
into her warm, moist rectum. Greg had undressed and moved to Ray’s side,
his cock thick and hard against his stomach. He waited patiently as Yvonne
inserted a second finger into Alison’s anus and carefully opened it up for
his weapon. When she was satisfied that the little girl was ready to be
sodomized, she pressed both of the pretty slut’s knees hard against her
chest, and reaching for Greg’s rigid shaft pulled it towards her arsehole.
“That’s right, Alison,” said Greg, slowly introducing the bulbous head of
his cock to her anal ring, “keep your bumhole nice and relaxed so that I
can get my full length into you, and then we’ll show Yvonne and Mike how
you love a good, hard arse-fucking!”
“Are you ready, you lovely child?” said Yvonne, looking down at Alison’s
pretty face. “Are you sure that you want Greg to fuck his huge erection
into your sexy little bottom?”
“Yes, I want his cock in my bum now!” cried the excited 7-year-old.
“Bugger me hard Greg – please!”
Alison grimaced as Greg’s thick tool forced her sphincter wide open and
penetrated deep inside her, sighing with relief as he gave her time to get
used to the hot, throbbing cock-meat stuffing her rectum before he
buggered her properly. She loved the feeling of her holes being completely
filled by hard cock, particularly enjoying Greg’s organ in her bottom as
it was thicker than her father’s and stretched her anus to the utmost!
Yvonne watched in wonder as Greg slammed his swollen prick again and again
into Alison’s bottom, making the little girl yelp sharply at every
powerful thrust. The 7-year-old’s sweat-stained face was contorted with
pain, her head bouncing back against Yvonne’s naked breasts with each
pistoning stroke of Greg’s cock.
“That’s the way to use the slut!” cried Karen, as Greg increased the tempo
and force of his thrusts, “Make the little whore scream! Fuck her harder,
Greg – bugger her until she bleeds!”
Yvonne knew that she should have been repelled by Karen’s obscene language
- instead, it only served to increase the deep excitement she was feeling
at seeing Alison so brutally sodomized. When Greg had explained to her his
theory that little girls like Alison could only benefit from being abused
by their parents, she had initially been horrified – but soon found
herself taking his ideas seriously. Now she had seen for herself that the
7-year-old was fully capable of accepting, and enjoying, an erect penis in
her vagina and rectum without harm – though not without a good deal of
pain!
“Spunk all over her slutty little face!” said Karen, realizing that Greg
was nearing his climax. His stabbing thrusts into the little girl’s bottom
were now so rapid that her answering yelps of pain had merged into one
continuous high-pitched wail. Suddenly, Greg pulled his cock from the
loving clutch of her rectum and aimed it at her lovely face, spraying it
with several pulses of his hot, creamy semen – some of the gooey fluid
splashing up onto Yvonne’s breasts.
Yvonne looked down at her cum-spattered tits as a string of goo dangled
from her erect nipple and joined the thick gouts of sticky semen
decorating Alison’s smiling face. It seemed to her then that this was
probably the happiest moment of her life! How lucky she was, she realized,
to have the opportunity to hold a naked 7-year-old girl in her arms while
the adorable little child was lovingly fucked and sodomized. For there was
no doubt in her mind that Greg was right – what greater act of love could
a father show to his little daughter than to penetrate her tight little
fuckholes as soon as possible? She thought again of her own young
daughter, Sara, and imagined how glorious it would be to watch the pretty
8-year-old stripped and abused! Unfortunately she was separated from her
husband, but could think of at least three men who would be more than
willing to help her fulfil her fantasy!
One of those three – Mike, was waiting expectantly as Karen licked up the
thick globs of cum oozing down her daughter’s face. His erect cock was
still jutting from his open fly, and he was hoping to put it to good use!
Karen grinned at him as she lifted her head from Alison’s face, smacking
her semen-coated lips.
“I suppose you want to stick that whopper into my little girl, Mike?” she
said, realizing for the first time just how massive his cock was.
“If you don’t mind, Karen. Just so that I can establish that her vagina is
capable of taking an erection of this size.”
“And not because you’re the kind of dirty pervert who loves to ram his fat
cock into little girls’ tiny fuckholes?”
“Well, there is that as well, of course!” said Mike, with a grin. “Can you
blame me? Alison has such a darling little cunt, hasn’t she, and she
obviously loves being fucked there – so why disappoint her?”
“I can’t argue with that reasoning!” said Karen. “Could you hold the
little slut’s legs open again, Yvonne? Hold her tightly, please – Mike’s
is the biggest cock she’s had in her pussy to date!”
Alison looked up at Yvonne, a look of concern on her face. “Mike’s got a
really big one, hasn’t he, Yvonne – will he hurt me a lot?”
“Don’t worry, little one – your Daddy’s already loosened you up, so it
shouldn’t hurt too much. You may as well get used to it – a sexy little
girl like you is going to have to get used to taking lots of really big
cocks in your little fuckholes!”
“As a matter of fact,” said Ray, “Karen’s Dad has been sniffing around
Alison, and apparently his prick is even bigger than Mike’s! We thought it
better to wait for the outcome of this meeting before we invited him to
have sex with Alison.”
“Well,” said Yvonne, smiling, “given today’s events, I must say that I’m
quite happy for you to ask your father-in-law to help you and your wife
abuse Alison! However, first thing first – let’s see if the little
darling’s vagina will stretch around Mike’s cock, and then we’ll discuss
her future.”
Alison yelled loudly as Mike’s tumescent cock entered her. He drove it
steadily into her cum-lubed cunthole, feeling her vaginal muscles at first
grip his shaft tightly and then slowly relax as she tearfully accepted his
hugely swollen member deep inside her.
“That’s a good girl,” said Mike, soothingly, as he forced his cock up to
the hilt in the 7-year-old’s naked, trembling body. “That’s a good little
whore – are you ready to be fucked long and hard?”
Alison nodded hesitantly, her pretty eyes welling with tears. Strands of
blonde hair were plastered to her sweat-covered brow and her cheeks were
flushed. Yvonne held the little girl’s thighs wide apart, glorying in the
sight of the 7-year-old’s obscenely stretched vagina and eager to see the
horny little slut ravished. Alison let out a piercing wail as Mike began
to fuck her furiously, making no allowance for her tender years. Tears
rolled swiftly down her rosy cheeks and trickled down her neck, and with
every powerful thrust of Mike’s cock into her sore vagina she uttered a
sharp squeal of pain.
Ray and Karen held hands, exulting in their little daughter’s violation.
The sharp slap of Mike’s sweaty thighs against Alison’s reddening bottom
increased in tempo along with the intensity of the 7-year-old’s cries of
suffering. Yvonne marvelled at the little girl’s capacity to withstand
such a hard fucking, for Alison made no attempt to protest at Mike’s
fierce assault of her cunt, despite her screams of distress. Mike grunted
with exertion as he pistoned his cock ever more rapidly into the sticky
clasp of the little girl’s abused vagina until, with a shout of triumph,
he ejaculated hot spurts of jizz into Alison’s tiny womb.
“That’s the way to fuck the little whore!” said Ray, admiringly. “That’s
how all little girls should be used, and as often as possible – what do
you say Yvonne?”
Yvonne was comforting Alison, offering her erect nipple to the weepy
7-year-old, who took it between her lips and sucked on it greedily.
“I must say that I’m inclining towards that point of view,” said Yvonne.
“Certainly, the popular supposition that little girls like Alison are
incapable of enjoying sexual intercourse is patently absurd – as we have
seen this morning! Orthodox opinion would maintain that you and your wife
have been subjecting your little daughter to sexual abuse of a most
disgusting and obscene kind – and yet Alison clearly thrives on such
abuse!”
Ray and Karen looked at each other proudly, knowing that everything was
going to be alright – for it was clear to them now that they would be able
to continue molesting Alison without interference from the authorities.
Yvonne had obviously taken a shine to their young daughter, cuddling the
7-year-old’s slender form lovingly and fondling her pert little bum. Karen
smiled at Yvonne as the social worker dipped her finger into the glutinous
mess clotting up Alison’s cunt slit, and then licked it clean.
“Have you come to a decision yet, Yvonne?” she asked. “You’re not going to
take Alison away from us, are you?”
“Mike and I should really discuss the matter in private before we come to
a conclusion, but in this case I don’t believe that is necessary. Rest
assured, Karen, that you and your husband will not be separated from your
daughter. I’m sure Mike will agree with me when I say that Alison is
manifestly a very happy little girl – and one of the main reasons is that
she has such an active sex life with Mummy and Daddy!”
“Actually,” said Karen, “Ray worries that he doesn’t fuck Alison often
enough. With the best will in the world, it’s virtually impossible for him
to keep the insatiable little slut satisfied. Of course, I have a
collection of vibrators and dildos that I put to good use in her little
fuckholes, but it’s hardly the same.”
“If it would help,” said Yvonne, “I’m sure we could persuade Mike and Greg
to give you a hand, Ray! No doubt they could find time to visit you
regularly to see how Alison is getting on – and to give her a good seeing
to at the same time!”
Ray grinned. “Good idea, Yvonne! Perhaps you could come along with them
sometimes. You’re welcome to molest Alison any time that you want to – I’m
sure my slut daughter would be agreeable to that!”
“Yes please!” said the horny 7-year-old, taking her mouth from Yvonne’s
swollen nipple. Having made her feelings clear she continued to suckle
contentedly on the saliva covered pap, pushing her plump little bottom
against Yvonne’s caressing hand.
“Well, that’s settled then!” said Yvonne, delightedly, “The official
decision in the case of 7-year-old Miss Alison Lane is that, in her own
interest, she should continue to be sexually abused by her parents – aided
by Mr Mike Brewer, Mr Greg Lomas and Mrs Yvonne Martin!”
“And Grandad!” piped up Alison, before returning to chew on Yvonne’s puffy
teat.

An hour later the three social workers were sitting in Yvonne’s living
room, re-living the extraordinary events of the morning. Yvonne had
borrowed a top from Karen in place of her cum-sodden blouse and bra, and
Mike and Greg were enjoying the sight of her large, stiff nipples jutting
through the thin cotton material as she excitedly explained to them the
various obscene ways in which she intended to abuse little Alison in the
coming weeks and months.
“Sara will be home from school any minute,” said Yvonne, changing the
subject. “You’ve met my little girl, haven’t you, Greg – do you think
she’s as pretty as Alison?”
“Just as pretty and just as sexy!” Greg replied, having a good idea of
what was in Yvonne’s mind.
“Yes, she is a sexy little thing, isn’t she? I’m sure that Sara would
enjoy the kind of loving that Alison was getting this morning – if I could
persuade you and Mike to help me give her some! -And if she doesn’t, well we might just have to force her to appreciate the delights of abuse!”
Before Greg and Mike could reply to this enticing invitation, the front
door slammed and Yvonne’s 8-year-old daughter ran into the room, kicking
off her shoes and loosening her tie as she did so. Sara was a slender
child with long, auburn hair and a pretty, freckled face. She was dressed
in her school uniform – a white cotton blouse, short blue pleated skirt
and white ankle socks. She smiled at the two visitors, curious as to the
cause of the prominent bulge each sported between their legs.
“Come and say hello to Mike and Greg, darling,” said Yvonne, as she
unzipped their flies. “They’ve got something to show you!”
Mike and Greg’s cocks sprang free and erect and throbbing as Yvonne caressed them lovingly, one in each hand. Yvonne ran her hands slowly up and down the pulsating purple shafts as she urged her little daughter closer to look.
“Come and see darling–come and see what a hard man cock looks like. Come and touch them with me!” Little Sarah came uncertainly forward and sat on her mother’s lap. In a swift and fluid movement Yvonee took both her hands and placed them on Mike and Greg’s hot throbbing cocks. She covered the little girl’s hands with her own and urged her to run her hands up and down the hot cock shafts. Mike groaned at the child’s touch. “Yeah bitch!, he moaned, stroke my cock you horny little slut!” Yvonne smiled and laughed but little Sarah snatched both hands away and sprang up, as it electrocuted. “No! she squealed. You are being bad! I won’t touch you, I am going to tell my Daddy on you!”
Sarah ran for the door but Yvonne reacted more quickly. She lunged up from the sofa and caught a disappearing little foot, bringing the child crashing to the carpet. Quick as a flash Yvonne was seated on her daughter’s chest and pinioned her arms above her head. The child screamed and thrashed but Yvonne called over her shoulder to Mike and Greg:”Come on boys! give me a hand here. We are going to have to teach Sarah some lessons in how to be a good little cock slut!”
The horny men needed no further encouragement. They were both on their knees beside the struggling females. Mike held little Sarah’s legs apart wide while Greg began to roughly strip her clothes off, tearing at her cotton blouse and blue skirt, till they came away in shreds. Off came her socks and then Greg slipped his fingers under the strap of her embroidered white pantes and brutall ripped them away, exposing her pink hairless cunny. The abusive adults paused then a moment to feast their eyes on the helpless child’s ravishing naked form. Yvonne turned and placed herself behind the child’s head, still holding her arms tighly apart and above her. Now she could watch her little daughter’s first fuck session, and she panted hotly in the sure knowledge that it was going to be a gang rape!
Mike continued to hold the child’s legs wide apart. He looked to Yvonne for approval and she smiled hotly at him, licking her lips in anticipation. Yvonne nodded silent encouragement to Greg, who was drooling as he began to finger the bulging vulva of the helpless child. “Oh yeah, he breathed, fingering Sarah’s clit. Just look at this little slut’s cunt, ripe for a hard, fast fucking!” Greg forced two fingers into the squirming child’s cunt and began to move them roughly in and out, forcing the child’s cunt to begin lubricating in preparation for a savage raping by his rapaging cock. After several minutes his hand moved in and out freely, and Sarah’s cunt juices flowed freely despite her screams of protest. “She is ready Greg, encouraged Yvonne. Rape her! Rape her now! she urged, her face flushed with lust.
Greg stood and slowly stripped, making sure that Yvonne got a good view of his muscular body and throbbing, huge cock. Moving forward, he began to rub his cock over the child’s moist vulva, slowly forcing her pussy lips apart. Then, slowly and deliberately, Greg began forcing his cock inside the child’s vagina, as Sarah screamed hysterically. “Thats it Greg, Do It! Rape her! Rape her!” shouted Yvonne, now almost hysterical herself with lust. Mike, for his part had his work cut out holding the thrashing child still but he still nearly creamed himself as he watched Greg’s purple cock slowly disappearing into the child’s cunt. After what seemed an age, but a delightful age, Greg’s cock was fully imbedded, and he slowly withdrew almost all the way out, then slowly and deliberately forced his cock back into Sarah’s tighly stretched cunt. He repeated the procedure five or six times, until the child stopped screaming, and began to respond to his thrusts with responsive moans.
Just when Sarah began to enjoy her first rape, the tempo suddenly changed. Greg suddenly and brutally rammed his cock hard into the child and began to fuck her savagely, like a wild animal. “Take that bitch! Greg shouted as he ravished the child. Take that you little slut bitch!” As Yvonne watched a wave of orgasm swept over her and she gloried in the feeling, holding her daughter’s shoulders to the carpet hard as Greg savaged her like a wild beast, causing her tiny body to shudder under each brutal thrust.
Sarah’s mother was chanting an encouragement to Greg as he slam fucked her daughter, “That’s it. Fuck her hard! Fuck her, Greg! Fuck that little girl.. my own little Sarah.. my own little girl.. Rape that little slut… Shoot her full of cum, Greg.. 8 years old and you’re raping her, Greg.. Push it all the way into her.. She’s never had a cock in her before, Greg.. She wants you to fuck her, Greg.. Use her.. Use her mouth! Use her Ass! Rape her little cunt!…” It went on and on… Finally, Yvonne shouted at her daughter to give Greg more encouragement. “Cum inside the little slut , Greg! Please…. I want her to feel it! Shoot your cum in her… “. It was too much for Greg to bear. He slammed his full length into little Sarah, and bellowed out his orgasm. “AAAAHHHHHH.. CCCCUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIINNGGGGG…. AAARRGGGHHHHHH… AHHH.. SSSSHIIIIITTTTT…. FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK….. AAAHHHHHHHHHH…..”, he yelled as his cock sent stream after stream of hot spunk deep into Yvonne’s abused 8 year old daughter. He collapsed on the child and humped her as he shot wad after wad of sperm up into her hairless twat. Her small vagina couldn’t hold Greg’s load and so it seeped out around his cock, dribbling down into her ass, mixing with the blood there to form a brown stain.

The sun was shining that afternoon as Gillian and her daughter Tammy strolled along the boardwalk at Rehoboth Beach. The several carrier bags in Gilly’s hands attested to a glorious day of shopping the local outlet malls. They were down from Jersey for the weekend and so far things couldn’t be finer.
The early September weather had been warm and sunny, the Atlantic sparkled with sapphire flashes and the air was alive with the sounds of people at play.
“What do want to do for dinner, pumpkin?” Gilly looked fondly at the 6year old.
Tammy piped up, “I want fish & chips!” The sun gleamed off her pale, golden hair and her gray eyes shone with excitement. “Can we go swimming after? Can we, please?”
A rich throaty chuckle tumbled from her mother’s smiling lips. “After a little while, yes, I don’t see why not.”
The little girl bounced up and down. “Awesome! I really like it down here Mommy, can we come again?”
Another chuckle before the reply. “Give Momma’s purse a break! I don’t think my bank account can handle this much shopping sweetheart!”
“Please, please?”
“Well, maybe in the Summer, next year.”
“Yippee!” The little girl skipped ahead a little, her thin golden arms and legs gleaming bare in the sun. The pale blue t-shirt she had on hid the cute little ruffled bikini she wore underneath and sandals protected her tiny feet from splinters on the boards. She was a petite little girl, like her mother, most people taking her for a year or two younger than she really was, again like her mother. At 21, Gilly looked closer to 15 and many people mistook them for siblings instead of mother and daughter. Gilly’s hair was a darker gold than her daughters and her eyes an unusual shade of leaf green. She barely stood 4’11″ and her slender body was gently curved with slim hips and pert rounded breasts whose nipples seemed to tilt perpetually skyward.
Despite her words of caution, Tammy skipped ever further ahead, and Gillian was forced to run after her. “Get your fanny back here, young lady or there’ll be no fish & chips and no Summer trip next year!” A chastened Tammy returned to her mother’s side and grabbed onto her purse strap. “I won’t go anywhere, Mommy.”
“Better.” Gilly shifted some of her bags and took Tammy’s hand. “Let’s go get dinner.” They bought fish & chips at a boardwalk stall and settled on the beach to eat. Lingering to soak up the last rays of fading sun, it was getting dark when they gathered their trash and headed back to the hotel. They slipped up to the room to drop off the bags before heading down to the hotel pool. Tammy stripped off her t-shirt and made a mad dash for the water.
Smiling indulgently, Gilly followed more leisurely, stripping down to a thin tan-through string bikini. They’d worn the suits all day, as the morning had been spent sunning on the beach and playing in the ocean. Gilly adjusted the strings on her suit before slipping into the water after Tammy.
She was vaguely aware that she was being watched, but she was fairly used to that. Her lithe curves often drew attention and she’d found the best way to deal with it was by acting as if she was unaware of the regard. Her gaze followed Tammy as she played in the water and she found herself thinking of Tammy’s father. Her eyes grew misty whenever she thought about him. Her feelings were still mixed. She missed him terribly and she so wished he could have watched Tammy grow up, but then again, he was the one who…she shook her head and pushed the thoughts from her mind. She wasn’t going to think about that right now. They were having a lovely holiday here and she was grateful to the Internet friend who’d suggested it.
She swam for a lazy half hour before pulling herself up the ladder to the concrete apron surrounding the pool. Water streamed over her pale, golden skin and puddled around her dainty feet. She reached for a towel, only to find one held out to her. She met dark eyes in a dark face and smiled uneasily. “Thanks, I hate to drip all over the place.”
He laughed before replying quietly, “You’d be welcome to drip all over me if you’d like.” His eyes were intent and she felt her heart beat faster. Alarm mingled with attraction and she felt a charge down her spine even as she backed a step away. Her eyes registered his long lean body and dark brown hair liberally sprinkled with silver. A swarthy chest was lightly furred with salt and pepper hair that arrowed down to the waistband of loose trunks. As she watched she could see the bulge between his legs twitch.
She jerked her eyes up to his and stammered, “T-t-thanks for the towel, I have to check on Tammy now.” She stumbled away from him, feeling awkward and was aware of his piercing eyes on her back. She regained her equilibrium and walked down to the shallow end where Tammy was playing with some other children. She called the little girl over to her and adjusted her bikini. The little ruffled panties had slid down revealing the top of her curved little buttocks and the strings on the top were undone, the front hanging down around her little waist. As Gilly tugged the top back into place over Tammy’s pink petite nipples, she was aware that the stranger’s gaze was still on her, watching everything she did. She joined the parents sitting near the children and sighed in relief as she saw him leave the pool enclosure.
That night, as she cuddled Tammy to her in the big king sized bed, her thoughts returned to the man by the pool. His eyes had felt like they were eating her alive. She thought about her own reaction. It was mostly fear, with that shaming hint of attraction. The man looked old enough to be her father! Still, his compelling gaze roused something in her. Her thoughts turned to her own father. He’d died when she was just 12, leaving Gilly in the custody of her 18 year old brother.
She remembered the long, dark nights before he died. It had started when she was Tammy’s age. It had persisted until Daddy had become sick, when she was little more than 10. She remembered his hot breath, the brush of his heated skin, his rough palms on her thighs, his whispered and urgent commands. Her hand slipped down between Tammy’s legs. She started rubbing the little bald pussy, so like her own had been. She parted the puffy lips, sliding a finger in between to play with the little button. Tammy squirmed against her and Gilly slipped her finger into her baby girl’s little love hole. She slid it back and forth inside and heard Tammy’s breathing quicken. She rolled over above her daughter and parted her slender little legs. Bringing her mouth to that sweet-smelling girl gash, she started to lap gently with her tongue.
They never spoke during these times, Tammy would just lay passively as Gilly licked and sucked at her baby pussy. She writhed a little as her mother’s finger resumed its pumping action and she whimpered in pleasure as her mother twirled her tongue around her sensitive flesh. Gilly could feel Tammy trembling, right on the brink of orgasm and she added a second slender finger and pumped her daughter faster as she sucked on that tiny piece of girl flesh.
Tammy cried out softly as she came on her mother’s fingers. Gilly felt the tight glove of Tammy’s pussy contract around her own small fingers. She pulled them out and began lapping up her daughter’s scant juices. Tammy never came a lot, but the taste of that elusive honey was magical. She tucked her little girl in close to her body and pulled the sheet over them both before falling asleep wrapped around her child.
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They spent the following day in much the same manner, returning to the hotel a little earlier as Gilly had promised Tammy she could swim for at least an hour and a half tonight. Tammy wore the same suit as the day before but Gilly wore a black bikini with a wired bra top. While it displayed her small rounded breasts more prominently than the tan-through suit, the fabric was thicker and the bottom covered more of her heart shaped derriere.
She checked the area before she let Tammy go, but he was nowhere in evidence. She sighed and scooted the little girl on her way. She settled on a lounge and watched as her child laughed and splashed and paddled her way around the large pool. After about 40minutes she decided to join Tammy and headed for the diving board. She was out on the very end of the springy plank when she felt a heavy gaze settle on her. She looked up and faltered, freezing as she met his dark eyes. Her hands fell to her sides and she trembled as his eyes slid down her body.
He broke the eye contact and his eyes searched the pool until they found Tammy, paddling around the shallow end. His gaze rested on the child as heavily as it had on Gilly and her stomach turned over. She dove in and swiftly swam the full length of the pool. Surfacing at the far end, she looked for Tammy. She sighed as she spotted her near the pool stairs. She stayed close for the next half hour, playing games with the children gathered there. She kept readjusting Tammy’s swimsuit, which seemed to have stretched out of shape and kept slipping to reveal the child’s vulnerable flesh.
Gilly vowed that tomorrow Tammy would have a new bathing suit. Finally, the man left and Gilly relaxed. After another twenty minutes she decided it was time to head back to the room for an early night. As she gathered their things and herded Tammy from the pool, she noted it was barely 8 o’clock.
As they walked along the balcony Gilly thought about what they would do tomorrow. They didn’t attend Church much so she wouldn’t bother this Sunday either. She’d probably take Tammy back to the beach one last time before a small boat tour she’d scheduled for the afternoon. Still musing about it, she put down the heavy beach bag to unlock the door to their room. Tammy slipped in ahead of her and she bent down to pick up the bag when she was shoved hard from behind. She went sprawling face down on the carpet and heard the door click shut behind her.
As she tried to pick herself up from the floor she felt a hand on the back of her neck. She saw a pair of feet walk past her to where Tammy was backed against the far wall of the room.
“Run, Baby! Get in the bathroom!”
Tammy tried to obey but his hands were on her already. Gilly looked up and met the dark eyed gaze of the man from the pool. He had Tammy by the arms and was dragging her to the bed. Gilly was rolled over and stared up into deep blue eyes surrounded by deeply tanned skin creased with weathered lines.
A gravelly voice rasped, “Jesus, you weren’t fucking kidding! This is one hot fucking kid!”
The man who had her, dragged Gilly upright. Her eyes skittered over to where Tammy was sobbing in terror on the bed. The dark man was holding her on his lap, a hand already snaking around inside her bikini bottoms. The blue-eyed man dragged Gilly to the huge bed and tossed her down on it. Her eyes were glued to the dark man and her daughter. He had one arm wrapped around her ribs while his other hand was pushing the tiny ruffled panties off her small rounded buttocks He pulled them over her legs and dropped them to the floor. He untied the halter top with his teeth and dropped the strings over her fragile shoulders. The top slithered down to her waist exposing her pale pink nipples which were rock hard with terror.
Gilly hardly noticed as Blue-Eye yanked her own bra top apart, snapping it where the wired cups met. Her attention was on the huge dark hands parting Tammy’s slender golden legs, the fingers slipping between the puffy pink lips.
She finally found her voice, “Please, please don’t! Leave her alone! She’s just a baby!”
Those chilling dark eyes met hers. He smiled. “I like babies.” He slid a thick finger into Tammy’s tight pussy and the child squealed.
“Don’t worry little girl,” he said to Gilly. “You’ll still get to drip all over me…right after she does. Right now my friend wants a crack at your little pussy while I concentrate on this sweet little cutie.”
Gilly became aware of the cool air on her own damp pussy and looked up to see Blue-eye shedding his clothes. She looked down at her own naked body and shuddered.
“Please, I don’t care what you do to me, but please, leave her alone!” They both ignored her as Blue-eye attacked Gilly’s breasts, biting and licking them like a starving dog. She gasped in pain, but her eyes never left the man holding her daughter. He was digging around in Tammy’s pussy with that finger and the little girl was gasping and sobbing and trying to twist away from his powerful hands. She was so tiny next to him. He was at least 6′ 2″ and surprisingly well muscled for a man his age. He looked to be about 45 with naturally dark skin. Avery slight paunch and the spattering of silver hair were the only signs of aging on his muscular body.
He lay Tammy down on the bed and pulled his finger from her body. He lay between her thighs and began lapping at her sweet cunt. Gilly started to get wet watching him devour her child’s girl-flesh. Blue-eyes bit down on a nipple hard, bringing Gilly’s attention back to her own attacker. His hair was iron gray and his skin, though tanned, was lighter than his friend’s. He wasn’t a bad looking man, but there was a cruel gleam in his cold blue eyes. His hands were pinching and pulling roughly at her flesh. He forced her thighs apart and parted her pussy lips roughly.
“Fuck, this little slut is wet as fuck! ” She met his eyes and he snickered, “Want some meat in that little cunt, don’t you slut?” She said nothing just turned her head away, her eyes finding Tammy again. The little girl’s gray eyes were still leaking tears as the large man sucked at her pussy and her eyes met her mother’s.
“Mommy! Mommy, he’s licking me! What do I do?” Gilly couldn’t talk, her voice wouldn’t work.
The dark man jerked his face from between her little thighs. “Christ! You’re the fucking kid’s mother? How fucking old are you?” Gilly shook her head back and forth, still unable to force any sound from her throat.
The man above her slapped her hard. “Answer him, slut! How fucking old are you?”
“T-t-tw-twenty o-one.”
“And this little cunt, how old is she?”
“Please, she’s only six!”
Blue-eyes burst out, “Christ! Got fucking knocked up when you were 13? Damn, that’s fucking hot!” He had his fingers inside her now, twisting them back and forth, gouging her tender flesh as her eyes pleaded with the man holding her daughter. He chuckled, “Damn, I thought you were the kid’s sister.” He looked back at Tammy. “This is even better.” He ran his tongue across her tiny chest and up her neck to her face. His mouth attacked the little girl’s and her sobs were muffled by his lips.
Gilly felt herself hoisted up by the hips. She glanced back at Blue-eye and bit her lip. He was lining up his thick prick with her slit. She hadn’t had sex since Tammy’s father had died 2 years before. She’d been too busy with nursing school and Tammy to have time to try to date. Besides, as she’d never been out on a date in her life, she wasn’t even sure how to go about it. It was only now that she realized her body was about to be invaded.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the hot hard blunt tip of the cock that was about to breach her. It had been so long. He shoved himself forward all at once and she felt tight, unused muscles forced to life again. He slid forward, her own moisture easing his passage into her tight channel.
He cried out, “Fuck, this little slut is tight! Never know she had no kid! Christ!” It had been a long time, but her body had been well conditioned. Her juices flowed and she moaned. It felt good, so good to have a cock there again, even the cock of a stranger. She turned her head to the side and saw the dark man was eating Tammy’s pussy again, the little girl squealing and writhing in his hands.
She groaned to see it. “Just like me,” she thought. “Just like me and Daddy.” She closed her eyes and was that girl again. Her legs in the air, her father’s cock pistoning in and out of her young cunt.
“Come on slut, shake it, yeah shake it, you fucking love this don’t you?” The voice was wrong, it wasn’t Daddy, it wasn’t Jay either. She looked up into cruel blue eyes and snapped back to the present. She cried out and the cock started pounding her across the bed, his thrusts slamming his body into hers so hard it hurt. When she slammed into the headboard, he pulled out of her abruptly. He dragged her upright and sat on the bed beside her. Propping himself against the headboard, he pulled her across his lap.
He whispered in her ear, “Sit on me, bitch. Get up there and sit on my cock! Do it, or I’ll fuck your ass so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week!” Gilly did as she was told. Facing away from him, she straddled his legs and positioned his cock at her hole. Parting her own lips she slid herself onto him and lowered herself until her ass met his crotch. He started fucking her slowly and whispered to her.
“Watch this, watch them. He’s gonna fuck that baby girl of yours, and you’re going to watch the whole thing.” The man molesting Tammy had lifted himself to straddle her. He looked at Gilly and grinned. He licked his lips and brought his cock forward. It looked so huge next to Tammy’s tiny pussy. Gilly watched as he lined up that big, swollen snake with the tiny opening barely visible between the parted lips of her daughter’s bald baby cunt. He inched forward so that the tip connected with girl flesh. He pressed forward, forcing the head inside.
Tammy cried out, “Mommy! Help! Mommy, it hurts! What’s h-h-happ-ppen-n-ning?” Gilly could only watch as the man thrust forward, forcing an inch into Tammy’s obscenely stretched pussy lips.
“Is that what I looked like?” she thought. She heard her little girl’s cries and remembered her own. She ground down hard on the cock inside her milking it with her cunt muscles and groaning. Her eyes never left the joined bodies on the bed before her. Blue-eyes was panting and grunting as he too watched the violation of the small child while he fucked its mother. He was taking his time entering the child. He gave her another half inch before he stopped.
“Fuck, there it is, fuck, so damn tight. Almost fucking hurts, so fucking small….yeah gonna fuck you now little girl, get ready, Daddy’s coming!” He coiled his hips back and rammed forward. Tammy snapped tight and screamed. Gilly came right then, writhing on the cock inside her, dumping loads of her cream onto him as she watched the giant pole stuffing her child disappear halfway into that baby snatch. She never even noticed the cock spurting in her own well oiled channel. Her whole focus was on the rape of her daughter.
“Fuck, oh God, oh my fucking God…so good…so fucking tight…..nothing like virgin baby cunt!” He was trying to stuff himself deeper into the little girl now, jabbing her with his meat as the child sobbed and twisted on his cock. Blue-eyes dumped Gilly off his lap and she landed right beside Tammy. The dark eyes met hers. He smiled and stilled inside Tammy’s too tight sheath.
“Help me, Momma, help me fuck your little girl.” Gilly just stared at him, not comprehending. He lifted the little girl, still impaled on his dick and shifted her over Gilly. He lowered the child until her petite bottom was nestled against her mother’s crotch. He spread his legs to kneel on either side of Gilly’s hips and he eased deeper into the baby pussy still gripping his cock. He looked deep into Gilly’s eyes as he pressed himself down into her child. The pressure of his hips pressed Tammy’s little ass against Gilly’s pussy. She wrapped her arms around Tammy and held onto her as he started to stroke in and out of her once again.
Gilly groaned. She could feel every movement of his hips in the pressure of her child’s body against hers. As Tammy writhed on his cock, she ground her little ass against Gilly’s crotch, stimulating her mother’s sensitive clit.
He started to whisper to Gilly, “Feel that? Feel me deep inside her? Slide your hand down, feel us, feel me in her.” His excitement mounted as Gilly’s hand slid down to where his cock was penetrating her child. Her fingers found Tammy’s clit and began massaging it as his thrusts gained in strength. She pulled Tammy’s thighs wider and lifted the child’s knees higher. He took the opportunity to deepen his penetration, thrusting another inch into the little girl. Tammy howled and tried to close her legs but her mother held on tightly, keeping her wide open for her molester.
Tammy heard her mother’s voice rasp, “Fuck her Daddy, tear her open, like you did me, fuck her Daddy….God….yes…” Gilly started to shake with another orgasm as the nameless man continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her squealing child. Tammy was fighting now and Gilly knew why. She’d been there, 15 years ago, under her father’s cock as he drilled in deeper and deeper. She bucked her hips up as the man pushed down. She forced Tammy to take each thrust as deep as he could push his cock.
“Fuck….Fuck….oh, Fuck Mamma! That’s it…hold the little whore open for me…take it slut…take it all…oh fuck! So tight…so tight…..gotta…fuck…it…got…to..oh…fuck…I’m…gonna…cum…Mamma…gonna…cum!”
Gilly thrust up pushing on Tammy’s hips to force her deeper onto the man’s spurting cock. Gilly panted, “That’s it Daddy! Fill her up! Take it baby, take Daddy’s cum!” He shouted out loud as he sprayed his load deep in the sobbing little girl, jamming his hips tight into hers, forcing her down on her mother and jerking back and forth as he emptied his balls into her baby womb. He collapsed on top of mother and child and found Gilly’s mouth with his. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she lashed her tongue against his, twining and sucking him into her mouth as she shuddered with yet another orgasm.
He leaned back and pulled his still hard cock from the girl. He rolled her off her mother, who immediately flipped over and began eating the cum from her child’s pussy.
Blue-eyes chuckled. “Damn, what a dirty little cum slut! I gotta thank you man for bringing me in on this!” Gilly looked up at the two men. The dark man smiled. He looked pointedly at the clock. Ten p.m.
“We still have all weekend…”
Hello Daddy P,
Thanks for such an incredible night. You were right, that hotel was perfect! So glad your friend could cum too! Tammy’s first time was all I dreamed it would be. I had despaired it couldn’t happen like that since her father, my brother Jay, died 2 years ago. You’re the BEST!
Love, Gilly
PS Do you think you could make it up to Jersey for a long weekend? You still haven’t fucked Tammy’s ass yet…

“But why me, Mommy?” Monica continued to lead our
daughter Clara by the hand into the bedroom — our bedroom.
Inside, she effortlessly lifted the young girl up and
sat her down on the bed. True, Clara weighs very little, but
Monica is an accomplished athlete and quite strong. The
sight of my bride’s naked body, firm well-defined muscles
filling out her arms and legs, always sent a shiver of
excitement through me.
“Don’t you know where you came from?” Monica said, by
way of answer.
“From inside you, Mommy.”
“Yes. But how did you get there?
“Daddy put me there.”
“And how did Daddy put you there?”
The girl hesitated. Her mother sat next to her on the
bed, her tall womanly powerful form seeming to dwarf her
daughter. Clara was eleven, but small for her age: just 4
and a half feet tall and barely 75 pounds. Monica on the
other hand was 5 foot 10 and a muscular, completely fat-
free, 140. Mom wrapped an arm tightly around the girl’s thin
shoulders.
“With his thing,” Clara finally answered.
“Daddy’s cock, isn’t that what you mean?”
The girl nodded.
“We’ve talked about this many times. I know you
remember.”
The girl reviewed the lessons she’d been taught.
“Daddy put his cock into you mouth and you sucked on it
until it got really big and hard, then Daddy made you go on
your tummy and he put it into your bottom hole and then
after he made it go in really deep he took it out and put it
inside your tummy.”
“Very good. Now tell me how Daddy can put his cock
inside Mommy’s belly.”
“Because Mommy has a front hole too.” Although I was
standing off to the side, staying out of the way, my cock
was fully involved — throbbing and aching hard enough to
make me groan.
“What’s it called?” my wife asked our daughter.
“My teacher said it’s a bad word.”
“Yes, your teacher is right it’s a very bad word. What
is it?
“She told me not to say it.”
“Well, your Mommy is telling you to say it.” Monica
gave the girl a warning squeeze.
“Your front hole is called a cunt.”
“Yes. You have holes too don’t you? Tell Mommy and
Daddy about them.”
Another lesson to recite. Monica loved playing the
strict teacher. Though “playing” wasn’t the right word. She
lived the role completely.
“I have three holes. My mouth. My cunt. And my bottom
hole.” Monica glared at the girl.
“My asshole,” she said in her quiet little girl voice.
“Good. So, Daddy put his cock into Mommy’s three holes.
My cunt was last. And then what did he do?”
“Then he squirted his juice into you.”
“His cum, darling.”
“Daddy’s cum. And the cum grew and it was me.”
“That is very good, sweetheart. You deserve a kiss.”
Monica pulled the girl’s face up towards her and gave her a
long deep kiss, not neglecting to probe the girl’s mouth
with her tongue. Clara tried to struggle out of her mother’s
embrace, but Monica held her tight.
Finally, their mouths separated.
“And so,” Monica continued, “that’s why this is
happening to you. Because you grew from the cum Daddy’s cock
squirted into Mommy’s cunt after she’d sucked it and taken
it up her asshole. Anymore questions?”
“No.”
“OK then. Let’s get started.” It was a bright sunny
Sunday morning. The morning light flooded in through the
bedroom’s second story windows. The neighborhood outside was
quiet and still — not that our neighbors ever made much
noise, but everyone other family was a church this morning.
We had no worries about being overheard or interrupted.
I brought over a chair and Monica picked Clara up and
placed her standing on the chair.
“Darling, you go first,” she said to me. Even though my
cock was bursting I unhurriedly stripped, folding my clothes
and laying them aside one by one until I was completely
naked. I’d always been very proud of my cock — in fact I’m
convinced it was at least 50% of the reason why Monica
married me. That and the fact that we quickly discovered
that our tastes ran in very much the same perverted
directions.
Back to my cock. It is a full eight inches when erect -
- not a horsecock by any stretch. We’d both seen (and taken)
cocks much longer than that. But my claim to cock fame was
its girth: a full 3 1/8 inches in diameter, 9.8 inches
around. And at the moment it was fully erect.
As always Clara’s eyes grew wide whenever she saw it.
And for the first time her knees were shaking. She was fully
aware that today was going to be the day. Of course I’d had
young girls before, some considerably younger than Clara
(but that’s another story), but Clara was my one and only
daughter — so far anyway. A deliciously evil grin came to
Monica’s face.
My wife stripped, until both of Clara’s parents stood
completely naked in front of their little daughter. Of
course, she had seen us fucking many, many times (that had
started right after she was born, when Monica would nurse as
I cunt or face or ass fucked her), and Clara quite well
understand what fucking was all about — in fact she
understand about lots more than just fucking. But mostly
she’d been in the observer role. That was about to change.
Monica reached out, slipped a hand inside Clara’s top,
and ripped it open. She tore all of her clothes off her,
ripping them apart and pulling the tattered remnants off the
trembling girl. (Monica never believed in doing anything the
easy way, if she could take the opportunity to display her
strength and dominance.) The girl quickly stood naked and
shivering in the warm room, the chair wobbling a bit from
her shaking.
The two of us took our time. She was, despite her
smallness and thinness, a pretty girl. Her chest had started
to bud, and two sweet pillows of firm flesh, topped by small
erect nipples, graced her young girl body. A very slight
widening of her hips was also evident. Of course, her sweet
little cunt was still completely smooth and bare, split into
two symmetrical swellings by the narrowest, most inviting
pink slit.
Monica put her hands on the girl. Tenderly, lovingly
caressing her. Sliding her fingers under the girl’s arms,
around her neck, between her legs.
“You are really a lovely girl, sweetheart. And today
you’re going to become a woman, just like your mom.”
Monica’s fingers slid into the girl’s slit. She turned her
around, kneading her ass, pulling it apart, fingering her
pink puckered bung hole.
“Bend over darling.” Monica forcefully bent the girl
forward, folding her over the back of the chair. This showed
her ass to best advantage, emphasizing what volume it did
have, and at the same time accentuating how girlish her
figure in fact still was. I knew that even the slightest
touch on my cock would send the sperm flying across the
room, so I kept my hands off myself.
Monica started with some butt slaps. Hard slaps. The
crack of her hand on the girl’s bony ass rang out in the
bedroom. Flesh to flesh contact held many attractions to
Monica. Striking a young girl’s ass, or baby pussy, or face
with her bare hand. She would never give up her whips and
switches and floggers, but neither would she give up simply
striking her prey.
Bright red marks blossomed on Clara’s backside. Now the
verbal abuse.
“Here’s another one for you, you dirty little whore.”
Whack!
“Filthy fuck hole.” Whack!
“Little shit-eating pig.” Whack! And finally a cry of
pain from the girl. My cock almost jumped out of its socket.
“What are you?” she demanded of the little girl.
“A whore mommy.”
“What is a whore. Tell me.” Whack!
“A girl who lets anyone put his cock in her. In every
hole.”
“And what else?” Whack!
“And they cum inside her and all over her.”
“You mean to get fucked. Say ‘fucked.” Whack!
“Fucked, Mommy.” Clara’s butt was bright red. The scars
and welts from other sessions gleamed white against the
blood-flushed skin. Tears streamed down her face. She could
barely speak through the sobs. Monica’s own face was flushed
and damp. I could she her pussy lips gaping open, her cunt
juices already dripping down her legs.
“And what do you want, whore?” Whack!
“To be fucked.” Whack!
“Fucked by who?”
Clara was balling so hard she could hardly answer.
Monica gave her a chance to collect herself. As the girl
cried it off, Monica sorted through our toy trunk. She
pulled out the “Baby Buster,” a 32″ flogger comprised of two
dozen heavy black leather lashes bound together in a tightly
wrapped leather handle. Monica flicked the whip, getting
back the feel of its weight and motion. She slide the lashes
through her hand, luxuriating in the biting leather edges
pulling over her flesh. Clara’s sobs had stopped, and only a
quiet whimpering could be heard in the room — and the sound
of Monica’s quick, deep breathing.
Monica slowly circled the girl, slapping the flogger
against her palm. Clara was draped over the back of the
chair, her feet continually slipping off the chair seat as
she tried to steady herself, her ass up and exposed, hands
clinging to the chair back to keep her self from tumbling
onto the floor. Her position was made even more precarious
by the fact that the chair threatened was threatening to tip
over at any moment.
Monica inserted the flogger between the girl’s thighs,
rubbing the lashes up hard onto her belly and cunt. She drew
the flogger back, pulling up into the crack between her ass
cheeks. causing the girl to flinch with the implied threat.
Teasing, Monica lightly slapped her bottom, causing her to
jump. Monica chuckled. She proceeded to circle the girl,
dragging the lashes over her flesh all the way to her face
and head, hanging down off the back of the chair. She rubbed
the business end into Clara’s face, forcing the smells
picked up by the leather from her cunt and ass and sweaty
body into her mouth and nose.
Taking a handful of her straight reddish-blonde hair,
Monica pulled her daughter’s face up to look her in the
eyes.
“Fucked by who?” Monica.
“Daddy.”
Monica rubbed the end of the whip’s handle against the
girl’s mouth. The blunt end, wrapped tight in worn, sweat-
stained black leather deformed the girl’s lips. Monica
twisted it, forcing the girl’s teeth apart. An inch slipped
into the girl’s mouth.
“Yes,” Monica hissed, “fucked by Daddy.”
Abruptly, she withdrew the whip from Clara’s mouth and
returned to her position at the girl’s ass. She motioned me
over to stand in front of our daughter. We’d indulged our
perversions for so long, I instinctively knew what Monica
wanted. I stepped in close to Clara, and taking her head
between my hands I pressed her face against my upright cock.
I held her tightly, keeping her in position and preventing
the chair from tipping over under Monica’s blows.
First a few practice strokes in the air, gauging her
weapon’s heft. Then Monica drew her arm back and with a
whoosh and a magnificent THWACK! brought the whip to bear on
Clara’s already abused bottom. The girl’s face was driven
hard against her daddy’s cock. He gripped her even more
tightly. Whoosh TWACK! and then again and again, the
stinging leather straps landed on Clara’s bony girl ass,
each time forcibly rubbing her face into my cock. Monica,
her face a mixture of grime determination and absolute joy,
laid into the girl harder and harder. She sobbed into my
belly, the hot salty tears drenching my cock and balls. It
was all I could do to restrain myself from cumming. Monica
ceased. Clara’s sobs filled our ears. Sliding a hand under
the girl’s chin, I raised her face up a bit higher. With the
other hand I bent my cock down until it’s thick dripping
head was on her mouth. I pulled her to me, forcing my
pulsing 3 1/8″ wide cock into her crying, balling mouth,
muffling her sobs. My hands were slick from her tears.
The girl’s oral cavity, even at its most relaxed, was
hardly big enough to take the first few inches of my member.
Now, with tissues swollen from crying and sobbing, the mouth
might claim to be the tightest of her three orifices. I
gripped her head more tightly and yanked hard, gaining a bit
more ground. I could feel the blunt end of my cock hitting
the back of her mouth, stymied by an impossibly narrow
throat. Three whole inches had now disappeared inside into
her face. Clara gasped for breath, struggled as feelings of
suffocation overtook her.
Monica redoubled her efforts on Clara’s backside, the
strokes coming harder and faster than ever. Welts split
open, blood oozed from the cuts, to be immediately smeared
and splattered over her thighs and back from the next blow.
The sharp-edged leather straps, falling on open wounds or in
the depths of her ass and cunt cracks, ripped screams from
our baby, screams largely muffled by the engorged manhood of
her father stopping her throat. Wild with incestuous blood
lust, Monica seemed bent on tearing her baby’s flesh from
her body.
And I was powerless. The blood pounded in my temples.
That all too familiar hungry black haunted thing awoke again
in my belly, spread out into my limbs, and slithered up my
spine to my brain. The door swung open, the abyss yawned. I
shivered with unfathomable pleasure, swept up by a
magnificent ecstasy. This is what Monica had introduced me
to, what I owed her, what kept me — and her — enslaved.
My hands and fingers knitted tightly together behind
her head, I simultaneously pulled her closer and thrust my
belly forward against the resistance to meet her. At least
two more inches disappeared into her face, and hence at
least two inches of my cock were now lodged down in her
throat.
This was nearly the tightest hole I’d ever speared (at
least the tightest for a child over the age of six or
seven). It was going to be impossible for me to restrain
myself much longer — just as well, because Clara was now
completely unable to breath. At most I had two, maybe three
minutes before I’d have to withdraw or lose our daughter (of
course this was a thought that had its own attractions and,
albeit it temporary, rewards — one day, we had promised
ourselves, but not just yet).
Monica, relentless in her perverted lust, rammed the
whip handle up her own asshole and proceeding to violently
bugger herself with it, suspending for the moment her attack
on Clara’s backside.
Clara, forgetting every lesson we’d taught her, now
launched into a violent struggle against her father’s
trespass. She kicked and flayed her arms wildly. Her whole
body jerked as she fought to un-impale herself. The chair,
which supported this whole scene, shook violently and
tottered. Even gripping her head with all my strength, and
pressing with equal strength her face into my belly, the
chair was bound to tip over and dislodge me.
Monica came to the rescue. She grabbed our daughter and
gripped her tightly around the belly and chest, steadying
her, holding her up, adding her insistence to mine in urging
the girl’s face and mouth against me, obscenely forcing her
husband’s — her daughter’s father’s — thick rigid cock
even further down the young girl’s esophagus.
Again I pulled, Monica pushed. More of my cock
disappeared into her face. The bulge in her neck was clearly
visible, as when a snake swallows its prey whole. As Monica
wrestled with the girl, the whip protruding from her asshole
tossed wildly like a horse’s tail at full gallop. The girl’s
continuing (but weakening ) struggles did not prevent Monica
from freeing one hand to encircle the distorted neck,
ecstatic at sight and feel of my member inserted so far into
our darling’s esophagus.
A thick slime of saliva and retch hung from Clara’s
mouth. It bubbled up out of her nose. I was about to lose
it. One more merciful thrust, and yet another inch forced
down into her throat. A blast of spittle and mucus burst
from the girl’s nose and out around my cock. Her dark brown
eyes rolled up in their sockets. I came, ejaculating jet
after jet of thick hot paternal sperm directly into my
baby’s belly. Monica and I screamed. We managed to hold
Clara tight against me until the last little spurt, then we
both collapsed onto the floor. A flood of saliva and mucus
and cum poured from the girl’s mouth, drenching me even
more. The chair precariously rocked back and forth for
several seconds, but finally found its equilibrium, the
motionless, seemingly lifeless body hanging over the back of
the chair, bent double.
A violent cough shook her body. She retched, cum and
puke and mucus raining down on us. The chair collapsed,
throwing the girl down on top of us in the pool of her own
vomit. She was still among the living.
Monica recovered first. She stood, picked up the girl
and carried her to the bed. There she applied her tongue and
mouth to her baby girl’s body, licking every inch, cleaning
her like a mother cat, eating up the cum I’d ejected into my
daughter and the filth thrown up by the girl’s own body.
With intense rude licks she cleaned the oozing asshole,
wiped the childish secretions from her small cunny, and
applying her lips to he daughter’s, sucked from her mouth to
her own the scum that still filled it.
The girl now being clean and sweet again from her
mother’s ministrations, I joined them in bed. Clara tightly
nestled between her mother and father as we napped.

Afternoon

I awoke to Clara’s quiet crying. She was shaking, still
laying between us on the bed. Monica slept, an arm over the
girl, a hand on her neck. The late afternoon sunlight
slanted in through the windows, casting a warm glow through
the room. The faint sounds of kids playing, lawns being
mowed, and cars motoring past the house filtered in from
outside.
I gently pulled Clara close to me, not wanting to wake
Monica. Her small frail body pressed against mine. I put my
arms around her. Her trembling sobs quickly had their usual
effect on me. My cock rose up, jerking against my daughter’s
cunt, spattering it with pre-cum. It wanted in. ‘Soon,’ I
said to myself, ‘soon.’
“You hurt me.” Her eyes were red, swollen. Probably not
as red and swollen as her throat I imagined. I examined her
neck. Only a couple of small bruises, not from the throat
fucking but almost certainly from Monica’s grip on her. I
tried to get her to open her mouth to let me check inside,
but she refused.
“Yes, but just like before.” An obvious lie. She shook
her head. “You hurt me with that,” she said, pointing to my
cock. “You and mommy never did that before.”
I forced her hand onto it. “Hold it,” I said. Her small
little girl hand tried to, but the fingers weren’t even long
enough to half way around my member. I’d just wanted her to
touch it, to feel her hand on it, to make her pay attention
to what made her.
“You won’t hurt me again, will you Daddy?”
“Yes he will.” Monica rose up on one elbow and looked
down on us. She stroked Clara’s hair, caressed her arms
“How was it?” she asked me.
“Good.”
“Just good?”
“Well, very good.”
“Worth the wait?”
I found my own hands wandering over my daughter’s body.
Her underarms. Her belly. Between her legs. Slipping into
her still sealed slit. And between her ass cheeks.
“It was hard.”
“But worth it?”
“Yes.”
Clara listened to us quietly.
“And the moment?”
“The moment?”
“When you couldn’t stop.”
“I guess when I felt her face pushed against my cock.
You wouldn’t have let me stop anyway.”
“No. But the moment when you couldn’t stop, even if I
hadn’t been there?”
“Hmm. I guess when I felt how tight her throat was.”
“When you put the head in her mouth?”
“At the back of the mouth. You know how where the
tongue –”
“Oh yes. It narrows so quickly. You wonder how can
anything get out of the mouth that way.”
“Constricted.”
“Oh god, yes.” She shivered. “‘Constricted’. What a
lovely word. My darling’s constricted throat.”
“The chair was a great idea.”
“It just came to me.”
“It was hard to keep it steady though. It kept
threatening to topple over.”
“I know. That’s what I liked. So precarious.” Another
word that gave her shivers.
“And her bent in half that way . . .”
“It was painful.”
“Yes, it must have been.”
We fell silent, stroking our baby, replaying the scene
in our minds. Clara, I’m sure, was doing the same thing.
“Mommy, what’s that?” Clara pointed at Monica’s belly,
at the bright white, nearly perfectly straight scar that ran
up her belly, from just under where her belly button should
have been until, abruptly swerving, it ran up under her
right tit, continued up and over its swelling fullness,
halting barely an inch from the nipple. The sternum had
thrown the rapidly moving knife off course. The bone could
have deflected the blade in either direction — if to the
left and into the heart, she would have certainly died. How
it was she survived in any case no one pretended to explain.
She’d lost a kidney and half of her liver. The doctor’s had
been able to save her utereus and ovaries. They were
confident she’d still be able to have children. Monica had
been thirteen.
Her dad was never found. For all she knew, he might
still be alive, twenty-four years later. She still had his
knife.
“Your legacy,” Monica said to her daughter.
Monica noticed the bruises on Clara’s throat. She put
her hand on the girl’s neck and curled her fingers around
it. The thumb and fingers covered the bruises exactly. I saw
her fingers tighten slightly, the flesh indenting under
their tips. Monica smiled and the girl’s eyes widened in
fear. Monica brought her mouth down on her daughter’s,
pressed her lips to her, and kissed her. She pried the
girl’s mouth open with her tongue and thrust it into her
mouth. She tightened her grip. With her long slender
fingers, Monica’s hand was nearly big enough to completely
encircle that slender neck. Monica’s other hand pressed on
the girl’s forehead, pushing her head down into the
mattress. Harder and harder she kissed her, tighter and
tighter she squeezed the neck. Clara gasped.
My cock was like iron again. I seized hold of it and
stroked. Groans, and desperate thrashing as our daughter
struggled to breath. Her fists flayed crazily. Then she went
limp. I gripped Monica’s shoulder.
“No, don’t.”
Monica broke off her kiss, her hand still tight around
our baby’s neck. Saliva and blood from a broken lip dripped
out of her panting mouth. She glared at me, her face twisted
into a snarl. I took hold of her wrist, the tendons still
taut and unyielding.
Monica eased up ever so slightly on Clara’s throat. The
girl coughed and gagged, coming back to life a second time
that day.
“Hold her,” Monica growled at me, her only response.
There was no denying her, I could see that. So I made
the best of it. I took her place, holding Clara down on the
bed by her throat.
Monica stood and quickly changed into her favorite
outfit: blood red knee-high PVC dominator boots with buckles
(with their 4-1/2 inch steel spike heels she topped six feet
in height), a tightly bound gunmetal gray chain-mail corset,
black vinyl gloves, fingers cut off close to the hand, so
that her own long fingers, the sharpened nails painted
emerald green, turned her hands into talons.
I’d eased up on Clara’s throat enough for the girl to
breath again.
At this point Monica stepped into a studded leather
harness equipped with a thick black dildo. It swayed
menacingly between her legs. It exceeded my own member in
length by three inches, and was equally thick. This dildo
and harness had been custom-made to her specifications: an
exact replica of her own father’s cock. Around her hips she
buckled a wide leather belt. On her right hip, cozy in its
sheath, her father’s knife, its bone handle jerking with
every step. Finally, she tied a velvet choker around her
neck, matching her long thick black hair.
Ready, Clara’s mother strode forward and took her
position between the girl’s thin legs.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be deprived after waiting all
these years. I’m leaving one hole for you.”
“Monica.” I dared speak. My cock was throbbing
unbelievably, about to burst at the sight of the thick,
swaying black dildo cock bouncing against my girl’s virgin
cunt.
She didn’t look up. “What?”
“You promised I could have her. Have her cunt I mean.”
” I want her. You can have the next one.”
“Nancy?” Nancy was Clara’s younger sister, just seven
years old.
“Yes.”
“How do I know you’ll keep your word?” I had no reason
to trust her.
“You can do her anytime you want.”
“Anytime? Even tonight? I mean after Clara?”
“Yes. Any hole you want.”
“I want her cunt.” I really didn’t have a choice
anyway. But Monica knew exactly how to manipulate me. So I
was stuck with Clara’s mouth. That really wasn’t so bad
actually. My cock was still tingling with the tightness of
her throat. I hadn’t even gotten it all the way down. There
had been a good inch, maybe two, outside her lips by the
time she’d past out.
Monica pushed and I pulled on the girl, getting her
into position on the bed. Her head hung down partway off the
edge of the bed, her eyes staring up at me as I straddled
her face. My thick cock bumped over her face, spattering pre-
cum on her. She knew what she had to do. There was fear in
her eyes and her lips trembled.
“Do you have to Daddy?”
“Don’t you want your Daddy?”
“It’ll hurt.”
“Not for very long, and not always.”
“Are you going to fuck me forever Daddy?” she asked,
the grimace of pain in her voice.
“I don’t know baby. I hope so.”
“Mommy will hurt me too, won’t she?”
“Yes. She’s special in that way. Now open wide.” I put
my fingers into her mouth and pried her lips apart. A wet
pink and red hole opened in her face. The tongue, bruised
and swollen, jumped back and forth in distress.
“Hurry up,” Monica said impatiently. I bent my raging
cock down. Slipped the dripping swollen head between her
lips and thrust, instantly wedging it at the back of her
throat. A muffled cry vibrated on my cock. I leaned forward,
lining up my weight, and thrust again. Clara’s gag reflex
kicked in. Her blocked coughs and sputtering, the spittal
bubbling out of her nose, the pulsing squeeze on my cock as
her throat spasmed, nearly made me cum right then. I thrust
again, gaining perhaps another inch. Her throat, swollen
from the last mouth fuck, was even tighter and more tender
than before. She flayed at me with her small fists, tried to
kick at Monica with her feet. I grabbed her wrists and held
her arms down hard against the bed, then thrust my cock
forward again. Clara’s back arched, lifting her buttocks off
the bed. A golden stream shot from her cunt and swung wildly
back and forth, splashing her mother. (According to Monica,
this was the sign of Clara’s pleasure. Her pitch of
excitement, her release, manifested the only way it could be
in a young girl.)
Stepping between the girl’s legs, Monica seized each
ankle and pushed the two thin legs back over the girl,
bending her daughter in half, the knees nearly pressing
against the girl’s chest, fully exposing her cunt and
asshole, glistening with freshly sprayed urine.
My balls bounced against my daughter’s forehead and
onto her closed eyes. Not more than an inch of my cock
remained outside her mouth. She could no longer breath, her
windpipe stopped up completely.
Monica rubbed her fat fake cock into the small,
glistening, shallow slit that I had coveted for eleven
years. She found the small opening, and positioned herself.
The girl did not have much time — and so neither did we. I
couldn’t have stopped now, even if I’d want to. The bulging
throat of my little girl, the vise-like grip with which that
throat held my cock, Clara’s useless desperate struggles,
the sight of Monica gripping the fat black dildo, the head
just beginning to split our daughter’s smooth, bare, white
baby cunt — I had no choice anymore.
“Do it fast,” I barked at Monica. She placed her cock
head on the spot, pressed down with both hands on Clara’s
legs even harder, bending her literally in half, and
leveraged her hips up in order to get a good true straight
thrust. Clara’s hands, convulsed into two little fists,
flailed around, striking her mother, striking me, attempting
to beat us off. I heard a light crack!, like a twig being
stepped on, from one of her joints. Clara’s face was turning
blue, the light going out of her eyes. Only moments. Monica
thrust down hard. Our baby’s small thin body convulsed with
the pain. Her throat vibrated with an attempted scream,
fellating my cock. I rammed my cock in all the way, pressing
my baby’s chin tightly into my pubes, my balls filling her
nose.
Monica’s black dildo was already half way in, blood
oozing out around it from the torn hole in our baby’s belly.
Shit squirted from her asshole, splattering the bed.
Monica’s member was so thick, the girl’s little body so
small, that for all I could see her cunt had been totally
obliterated. Her throat was like a jack hammer, the death
convulsions superhuman in strength, on the verge it seemed
of crushing my own cock. Pinkish spittle and mucus bubbled
up out of her nose and around the cock filling her mouth.
Monica, with a wild animal scream, thrust into her baby
again, driving the black dildo completely into her. Clara’s
back arched reflexively, thrusting her hips hard into her
mom’s dildo, driving it even further, undoubtedly tearing
apart her little girl womb. I came, hot paternal sperm
jetting into my daughter’s ravaged body. Clara shuddered,
jerked, seemingly in time to my own convulsions, then went
limp. She relaxed and sank back quietly into the bed. A few
diminishing spasms around her daddy’s cock sucked the final
drops of spunk from me, and then I felt nothing but warm,
wet heavy flesh hugging my member.
Monica, after a last few sharp thrusts into the limp
body of her baby girl, withdrew. The black dildo was
dripping with red. Monica wrapper her hand around it and
stroked, coating her palm with the sticky warm blood. Then
she brought it to her face and licked. She licked until her
hand was again, only a few traces of blood flecked around
her mouth.
“Do with her want you want until I get back.” She
gripped the knife on her waist. “But leave this to me.” Even
Monica had not even gone that far. I was horrified – but my
cock jumped nonetheless.
Monica left the room. I was going to have her cunt, one
way or another. Her body was still warm, pliable, and that
was enough for me. The girl’s throat in its death spasm had
relaxed, and I easily pulled out. I positioned myself
between her legs, pulling them wide apart into a broad “Y” -
- almost into a “T” actually, with absolutely no protests
from her. The gash between those skinny legs was red, raw,
bleeding. The torn flesh hung loosely out of her. I guided
my cock, and with one strong steady thrust pushed into her.
Jesus Christ! Her tissues had swollen nearly shut, making
her nearly as tight as a virgin. The hot sticky blood clung
to my cock. I thrust into a mass of torn, swollen, oozing
innards. Blood splattered up onto my belly as a pumped her.
Harder and harder I slammed into the bottom of her belly,
trying I guess to tear her up with my real cock more than
Monica could with her fake.
Suddenly, a moan, then a shudder. Clara gasped weakly
and came to life. Every slam into her body shook her. The
next thrust brought a cry of pain. She was definitely still
alive. I don’t know how. Her brain must have been without
oxygen for many minutes so maybe she was actually brain
dead, and her body reacting autonomically.
“Daddy,” she moaned.
“Yes, baby,” I panted fucking her even harder and
deeper. Her face twitched in pain. Her eyes were open, but
seemed unfocused, even vacant.
“Fuck me Daddy,” she mumbled. Maybe her brain was shot,
but my girl knew exactly what to say.
“I’m fucking you baby, fucking your whore cunt to
pieces.”
She began to chant in a childish sing-song: “Fuck me
fuck me fuck me.”
This was going to be mine, and mine alone.
I leaned down over her and grasped her bruised and
battered throat. I squeezed. Her eyes bulged out. I thrust
hard into her. I must have torn half way up into her belly,
for a agonized cry of extreme pain shot from her mouth
despite my hand squeezing her neck. Her crotch and mine
slamming into each other was nothing but a bloody mess now.
I gazed into her eyes as I squeezed and fucked,
rattling her small frail body. Her face turned blue, her
eyes bugled even more, her tongue, dark purple, fluttered
against her teeth. Reddish spittle bubbled up out of her
mouth. Then her cunt came to life. Squeezing me, pulling at
me, amazingly powerful contractions. I in turn squeezed her
throat even tighter. Her lungs were empty of air now, and no
more was getting in. A crack, then a snap, as her throat
collapsed under my grip. Her cunt gripped me like a steel
vice and I came again, shooting thick heavy cum into the
bloody mess of her unused and now useless womb. Her head
rolled to the side, Her neck was half its living diameter,
half collapsed, black and blue where my fingers had dug into
her. I applied my lips to hers, and gave her a tender
goodbye kiss.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Monica. She pushed me off
Clara, then knelt between the dead girl’s legs and putting
her mouth to the bleeding ravaged cunt hole, sucked and
licked it like a madwoman, drinking/eating the cummy, bloody
debris of our handiwork.

Later, Monica did use the knife on her, slicing into
her belly and up to her chin just the way she’d been nearly
butchered by her own father. I was stroking myself as she
stuck the knife into her just about the cunt. When she
pulled the knife up, cutting her open I came again,
splattering my spunk into the open incision. I quickly left,
not wanting to witness what Monica would do next.

We have two websites to advertise the business; one is
our official site that brings in parents of small
children while they work, and the other site draws a
much different crowd entirely. I’ll get to them later.
This is a typical day for us at “Sunny Skies” daycare.

The parents drop their kids off in the morning, and
everyone is in by 9:00 a.m. On this day we have 3 boys
and two girls, just what we need to make our ‘other’
clients happy.

***

“It’s 10 O’ Clock, Amanda. Better get the boys
upstairs,” I told her. She gathered them up and took
them upstairs, where they were to be locked in a
bedroom while we conducted business on the first floor.
I instructed the girls to sit on the couch and wait
until Amanda came down. I looked at my watch. Our
customers would be here in fifteen minutes and Amanda
was taking too long. I went upstairs to see what the
hold up was and entered the room to find my wife
squatting on the floor in front of one of the little
boys.

His pants were around his ankles, and she was sucking
away at his tiny, immature penis. One of her hands was
down the front of her skirt while the other reached
behind him to push his pelvis towards her face. She
slurped on him lovingly, moaning as the boy stood there
with a blank expression. He was too young to know what
was going on, and my pants began to bulge at this taboo
display of lust.

“Amanda! Come on, it’s time!” I snapped at her. I
wasn’t mad, but I needed her to get herself together
before the arrival of our guests. Amanda stood up and
composed herself. She pulled the boys pants back up and
told him to go play with the others, locking the door
from the outside on our way out.

Amanda kissed me hard. Her pupils widened with lust as
she said, “Oh Jason, I can’t wait till we have one of
our own. I’ll love him every day, you know I will.
He’ll never want to leave his mommy.” Her face was
gorgeous and her long black hair smelled like flowers.
She pressed her breasts into me, tempting me to take
her right there, but the doorbell rang.

Amanda jumped and rushed down the stairs to greet them
in her tiny black miniskirt and ‘fuck me’ pumps. Our
new guests always felt more at ease when she met them
at the door instead of me. I followed close behind her
and went to where the girls were sitting and told them
to stand so that I could get them ready for playtime.

Some men never make it to work on time, but sure
enough, these guys were all piled up at the door right
on time. Amanda led them down to the basement and told
them to have a seat and relax. They looked around
nervously and took there seats, distancing themselves
from one another, as they were all only meeting each
other for the first time. Their ages ranged from about
20 to 45, and the only one of them that seemed to be
completely comfortable was a man who Amanda called
‘Joseph.’

“So what have you got for us today, Mandy? You look
lovely today, by the way, but I’m afraid you’re a bit
old for my taste,” Joseph said to her. Amanda smiled
and told him she had exactly what was promised; two
fresh young honeys for their enjoyment. All of the men
relaxed just a bit and spoke cautiously with Amanda
when spoken to. She had them introduce themselves, with
false names of course, at her urging. She told them
since they were all going to be naked soon, they might
as well get to know each other a little. She had a
soothing effect on nervous men, and these dudes were no
exception.

While my wife buttered them up, I prepared the girls
upstairs. When they were ready, I took them into the
basement to meet their new playmates. The men stood up
as if two adult women had entered the room and a few of
them sighed at the sight of these pretty young girls.
“Gentlemen,” I began, “meet Brittany and Jolie.”

We had dressed Brittany up in a cute little school
girl’s outfit, complete with plaid skirt, bobby sox and
blond hair tied into pigtails. She smiled sweetly at
their compliments and her green eyes twinkled. Jolie
was outfitted with a simple pink bikini, altered to be
cut as a thong in behind. She had long brown hair that
lay freely on her shoulders and beautiful large brown
eyes to match. She was a little more reserved than
Brittany, and answered questions reluctantly.

One of the men asked, “So how old are you sweethearts?”

Brittany piped up first, “I’m five and a half!” Jolie
shyly echoed her words.

Amanda spoke, “Well boys, you’re on the clock, so I
suggest you get in as much as playtime as you can.”
Brittany was excited, anxious for something fun, “What
are we playing?” None of the men spoke, instead they
rose to their feet and began to remove clothing.
Brittany giggled, apparently not understanding the
gravity of the situation. Jolie, by comparison,
withdrew and hid behind me.

I pulled her aside and told her to go talk to the nice
men and gently shoved her towards one of them. Joseph
called to Brittany, and she happily skipped over to
him. She laughed again, and said to him, “I can see
your pee-pee!” Joseph’s cock began to harden, and
suddenly Brittany stopped laughing. She could sense
what was coming.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth, Brittany, and
I’ll give you something sweet. She hesitated, a
confused look upon her face. Amanda Knelt beside her
and spoke softly, “Go ahead, honey, it’s ok.” The
little girl trusted her and did as she was told.

Joseph delivered as he promised, but I don’t think his
big cock was quite as sweet as she expected. Her eyes
popped open and she pushed away from him, but she was
in his grip. One of the other men knelt behind her and
secured her arms while Joseph grabbed the little girl’s
pigtails like the handlebars of a bike. He pulled her
in hard, slamming his pelvis into her cute, little
face. She struggled, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Jolie reacted in horror, attempting to climb
the stairs, but the other three men were on her. It
seemed they no longer felt her little two-piece was
necessary, as they roughly stripped it from her body,
Jolie kicking and screaming the entire time. The men
did not say a word, but they worked together with one
goal in mind. On of them lay along the floor, his
erection straight up in the air. They hovered the
kicking girl over him and straddled his waist. He
moaned at the feeling of her warm, young pussy sliding
across his swollen dick.

Looking on, Amanda shook her head at there fumbling,
“There is no way they’re gonna get that thing in her
without some proper lubrication.”

“So go give ‘em a hand.” I said.

She looked at me, and I saw that same look in her eyes
she had while playing with the little boy upstairs.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!” she commanded
me, and set off to help the men with Jolie. “Hold on
boys, hold on!” She said, “Bear with me.”

Amanda took the lying man’s cock into her mouth and
sucked up and down while they held Jolie just above.
Amanda deliberately slobbered on his tool, giving it
the lube he needed. “OK, now try it,” she said, and
helped lower the fledgling female onto her first lover.
Her pussy was unbelievably tight, but they managed,
sinking every inch into her sweet little sugar-hole.

Jolie’s pretty eyes bulged with painful surprise. She
wailed in shock but everyone held her down. Amanda then
began to lick the little girl’s tiny bung hole,
preparing it for entrance as well. The second man came
around behind her and positioned his cockhead at the
tightest of all female orifices.

He grunted, struggling to get his penis into her soft,
little behind. His cock bent up and down at the
resistance, but soon enough it burrowed its way inside.
He showed no patience or mercy, driving all six inches
up her forbidden ass. The two men violated Jolie with
extreme prejudice, fucking her forcefully while she
screamed and cried.

The third man, unwilling to just sit by and watch,
decided to help the little girl become airtight. He
squatted down, his butt uncomfortably close to the guy
on the floor, and rammed his cock into Jolie’s cute,
round face. Her cries were cut off in an instant,
replaced only by the slick sounds of hot sex. The three
of them penetrated her simultaneously, filling her
sweet miniature body with man-meat. They groaned and
moaned at the intense pleasure of her.

Meanwhile, on the sofa nearby, Brittany was on all
fours, taking it hard from behind with a face full of
dick. They had not bothered stripping her, as they
loved the school girl getup. He was pounding her hot,
young twat underneath the cute, plaid skirt. He held
onto the material, pulling it back forcefully towards
himself so that he could feel her envelope his grown
manhood.

Joseph sat on the sofa, still using poor little
Brittany’s pigtails as handles. He would skull fuck her
until she turned blue in the face, then he would let
her up at the last moment for a breath of air. She
tried to speak, “I want my daddy,” she said pitifully.

Joseph replied, “I am your Daddy, sweetheart.”

Her big eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen,
and that mouth! Oh he needed more! Joseph plunged
himself into her mouth once again. She gagged and spit
up on him, but he kept it up. Gobs of drool leaked out
of her mouth and down to his ball sac.

“Oh, baby,” he said in pleasurable agony. “Daddy’s
gonna cum. Oh pretty honey, here it comes!” Joseph
convulsed in his seat and delivered the sweet present
that he had promised her. He lost pints of semen down
her narrow throat, crying out in agonizing bliss.

She had no choice but to choke it all down to her
belly. On the other side, the second man pumped away at
her toy-sized buttocks, but he was having trouble
hanging in there. When Joseph began to climax, he could
no longer hold it himself. He was holding Brittany’s
soft-skinned belly when he felt her spasm each time she
gagged and swallowed Joseph’s cum.

He too, unleashed his seed within her, filling her 5
year old vaginal cavity with warm, sticky goo.
Brittany’s body shut down. Her little mind and body
could not take two men cumming in her at once. When
they were finished with her, they tossed her aside like
yesterdays garbage. She lay on the carpet, copious
amounts of semen dribbling out of her pussy and mouth.

Amanda pulled out an old drafting table that we kept
for these occasions and strapped Jolie to it with the
help of our guests. She was frightened and in pain, but
no one seemed to care or notice. She was sprawled out
on the table with her head at the slightly raised end,
and her arms pulled straight away from her body and
tied down. Her legs were left unbound and at the
control of whoever was having their way with her.
Amanda instructed all five men to line up to take their
turn, one at a time.

Amanda talked to the scared girl and told her
everything was going to be alright. Then she tied a
blindfold around her eyes and placed a red ball gag in
her mouth. “This is for your own good,” she told her.
The first violator stepped up and readied himself.

At my wife’s command, he seized her petite ankles and
entered the sweet, young thing’s cunt, throwing his
head back in ecstasy. He groaned as he shoved his
sausage of a cock into her sex. Jolies cries were
muffled by the ball gag, yet she struggled
unsuccessfully against the restraints that held her
down. The others stood impatiently in line, stroking
themselves to the evil spectacle in front of them.

The man strained at temptation, but he could go no
more. “Remember the rules of the game,” Amanda reminded
him. He pulled out at the last second and yelped in
agony as he spewed his cum onto Jolie’s cute, little
belly. Man number two moved in and pushed the first guy
out of the way.

He just couldn’t wait to get inside. This man opted for
her little rosebud asshole and crammed himself in as
quickly as he could. Jolie bucked and arched her back
in painful shock. Screams filled her throat,
encouraging the man even more. He fucked her hardest of
all, in and out of her ass with a hateful look upon his
face.

“Fuckin’ bitch, little fuckin’ whore! I’ll teach you,
you stupid cunt!” He howled at her.

I was amazed that her puny rump could take so much
dick. He gave her a few more vicious thrusts and
withdrew himself from her ass. He quickly walked around
and stroked his dick furiously over her nose until gobs
of cum milked out onto her blindfolded face. The poor
girl shook her head from side to side, but she could
not avoid it. He covered her face and immediately ran
up the stairs with his clothes and left the house.

The third guy had his dick in her pussy already. He was
a little gentler than the last, but he liked to switch
from her snatch to her ass, and back again. He just
wanted to feel a little of both, perhaps to get more
out of his money. He too, shot a thick load onto her
torso, adding to the mess.

Man number four never made it to intercourse. He had
yet to bust his nut today and was too built up to
perform. He exploded everywhere; semen landed on her
face, hair, crotch, belly, and even on her tiny
titties. He thanked us profusely and fled the scene.

Joseph was up, but he instead offered his place to me.
“Oh, no thanks, Joe,” I said. This sort of thing just
wasn’t my cup of tea. Joseph insisted, and Amanda
encouraged me as well by reaching into my pants and
fondling my balls. She whispered in my ear, telling me
how much she wanted to see me do it. I think she had it
in mind from the start.

Reluctantly, I stood and approached the sweet little
victim that lay before me. She was a mess. It looked as
if someone had doused her with a bucket of cum. I
pulled my pants down halfway and placed my engorged
knob at her impossibly small entrance. Amanda came to
me and helped me out by guiding me inside. Her pussy
was unimaginably undersized, and the sensation was
amazing. Jolie was slick and warm inside, and this made
me moan like never before. Amanda watched in perverted
wonder as I rocked my hips back and forth.

“There you go baby, doesn’t that feel nice, honey?
Sweet, little baby pussy just for you. Yeah, that’s it.
Push it all the way in!” Amanda teased as I slowly
enjoyed this pretty little creature. Jolie wept softly,
still flinching with every thrust. She took every inch
of me, and it was pure heaven.

Amanda kept at it, fondling my sac as she spoke, “You
want to cum, don’t you, sweetheart? It’s going to feel
so good when you do. Just like when you’re going to cum
in our little girl. I’m pregnant, baby.”

She picked a fine time to tell me. Her nasty words sent
me into the most glorious orgasm of my life. I refused
to pull out, sending wave after wave of my seed into
Jolie’s forbidden pussy.

Joseph removed her ball gag and jerked himself into her
wailing mouth. She had been crying until she took a
mouthful of sticky goo. Her gurgling made me cum even
harder. I slammed that sweet, young ass harder than I
do my own wife. After that, my immediate memory is
fuzzy.

Brittany and Jolie are regulars here, but when our
daughter arrives, she’ll be reserved for Mommy and
Daddy only…

END