The four houses of Denham Court formed a square and backed on to a communal garden which Stephen Ray often frequented in the summer months. It was generally quiet in the leafy suburb and he passed many contented hours in the garden, reading or chatting to his neighbours, one of whom had recently moved on to a larger house a few miles away. According to his sister, his new neighbour to be was a friend of hers - a young woman, together with her mother and young daughter.

"How young?" he had asked impulsively.

Amanda had looked at him quizzically. "Rachel is a 5-year-old, I believe. That's just about the perfect age for you, isn't it, Steve?"

His sister had somehow divined that he had what most people would perceive as an unnatural interest in little girls, an interest which she appeared to find unobjectionable, and perhaps even to share herself. He had showed little reluctance in admitting that he was looking forward to meeting little Rachel and in asking for particulars of her appearance.

"She's a pretty little thing, certainly," Amanda had readily conceded. "You can make up your own mind on Saturday, though - that's when they move in."

When Stephen took a folding chair out into the garden on Saturday afternoon he casually looked to his left, in hope that the continuing fine weather would have brought Rachel outside. Instead he saw a buxom middle-aged woman sitting outside her house, presumably the 5-year-old's grandmother.

"Hello, young man," the woman called to him. "Stephen, isn't it? My name's Veronica Knight - your sister's told me all about you!"

Stephen carried his chair over to the smiling woman and sat by her side, noticing as he did so how attractive she was, despite possessing a figure which was rather more curvaceous than was to his taste. Her flowered summer frock displayed a good deal of cleavage, which he couldn't help but stare at, to her evident amusement - until he realized that a little girl was peeking from behind Veronica's chair, where she had no doubt shyly hidden herself on his entry into the garden.

Veronica reached behind the chair and took hold of the little girl's hand, pulling her gently out into the open.

"This must be Rachel," Stephen said. "Amanda told me she was a pretty little thing but that hardly does her justice!"

The 5-year-old smiled shyly at him, basking in his admiring looks. Her flaxen hair complemented her fresh complexion perfectly and snug-fitting tee-shirt and shorts attractively displayed her slim figure. Below a depiction of a shining yellow sun on her tee-shirt was the statement: 'I'm hot!', and Stephen could hardly restrain himself from muttering: 'And how!'

"The double entendre is quite deliberate!" laughed Veronica. "I'm sure you must agree with me that Rachel is a hot little piece indeed."

"She's certainly a very attractive child," Stephen admitted carefully, reluctant as yet to acknowledge his true feelings.

"I don't blame you for being cautious, but when you get to know me a little better you'll accept that there's no need - I fully realize the effect a little charmer like Rachel must be having on a young man with your inclinations."

Stephen wondered what exactly his sister had told Veronica about him, but before he could tentatively question her a young woman joined them, introducing herself with a smile as Rachel's mother, Sandra Graves.

"You'll be glad to know, Sandra," Veronica confided, "that this young man already appears to be smitten with little Rachel, although he's not quite ready to agree with me that she's a hot little piece."

"That's quite understandable. No doubt Stephen is aware that referring to a 5-year-old girl as a 'hot little piece' is normally considered to be inappropriate. He'll soon discover that we're very broad-minded and that giving Rachel a compliment is always acceptable, however 'inappropriate' -in fact, the compliments that are most acceptable are those that are lewd, crude or downright indecent!"

Sandra looked at Stephen and noted the mix of excitement and discomfiture in the way he gazed at Rachel - it aroused her enormously to see the unconcealed lust in his eyes.

"You will at least allow that Rachel has a gorgeous body," she added, with a smile.

"Oh, yes - yes, indeed!"

"Of course, it would be shown off more effectively in a swimming costume. I'll see to that now - would you like to see her in a one-piece or two-piece?"

"Er - a two-piece would be nice," suggested Stephen.

"I somehow knew you'd say that! Come inside with me, Rachel - we'll be back shortly."

Veronica noted Stephen's eyes straying to her cleavage as soon as the 5-year-old skipped indoors, and helpfully unfastened a button on her frock to give him a better view.

"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to stare," Stephen muttered, reddening.

"There's no need to apologise. I'm more than happy to expose my breasts for your enjoyment - why shouldn't I be? I take it, then, that your sexual interests aren't solely centred on young children?"

"Not solely, no. I am, in essence, a pedophile - though not a practising one, unfortunately, but I'm also attracted to slim young women with small breasts."

"A description that fits your sister nicely! It also seems that you're quite attracted to the busty older woman on occasion."

Stephen smiled. "I wouldn't have believed that to be true before today, but I must admit to finding your voluptuous curves very alluring."

"I suppose I'd better show you a little more of them, then," Veronica said, unfastening another button.

"Mother!" cried Sandra with mock exasperation as she came through the open French windows. "I leave you alone for two minutes and find you bragging your tits off to all and sundry!"

"Hardly all and sundry, darling. I consider Stephen to be a friend, even on such short acquaintance."

"And what about the gentleman over there? He's certainly getting a good eyeful!"

Stephen turned round and saw that his neighbour, Simon Collins, was seated on the opposite side of the garden and was clearly enjoying the sight of Veronica's exposed breasts.

"Come and sit with us!" Sandra called invitingly. "You'll get a much better view!"

Apparently unabashed, Simon carried his chair over to the others and seated himself close to Veronica.

"You must forgive my mother," said Sandra. "She's something of an exhibitionist."

"There's nothing to forgive when such exquisite breasts are on show!"

"Thank you, kind sir!" reponded Veronica. "If you've got 'em, flaunt 'em, has always been my motto. Talking of exhibitionists, here's another one!"

Rachel scampered out of the French window in a clinging lime-green lycra bikini which, as her mother had suggested, very effectively displayed the bewitching charms of her immature body. Stephen's gaze turned to her immediately, as did that of Simon, to his surprise. He knew little of him, except that he was the headmaster of a local school, but the way his eyes fastened on the scantily-clad 5-year-old suggested his interest in her was predominantly lascivious.

"Turn around for the gentlemen, Rachel," Sandra instructed. "Let them get a good look at you."

"Look at that lovely bottom!" exclaimed Veronica as her little granddaughter happily allowed herself to be viewed from all angles.

"Adorable!" agreed Simon. "Rachel reminds me of a pretty child I saw in the park a few days ago, dressed in a similarly revealing swimsuit. At the time I was rather shocked when my companion referred to her as 'a sexy little bitch', but on reflection I believe he described her accurately. On that basis I hope you won't be offended if I say that I also consider Rachel to be a sexy little bitch?"

Sandra's glowing smile immediately checked any possibility of her finding the remark offensive.

"As I was just saying to Stephen here, a compliment for Rachel is always acceptable, particularly when it's such a delightful one! By the way, who was the companion you mentioned - he sounds like a man who it would be worth getting to know!"

"It was our neighbour, Roger Grant," Simon said, indicating the house opposite to Stephen's. "I sometimes meet him and his wife in the park. Mary was with him at the time, though that didn't seem to inhibit him in any way. In fact, when he commented on the sexiness of the little girl, I'm almost sure she gave a murmur of agreement - though I may have been mistaken."

"Well, well!" remarked Sandra. "I really look forward to meeting Roger and Mary. I suppose it's too much to expect that they've got any children?"

"Only one," answered Simon, "3-year-old Lara, but she's an absolute peach. She was toddling around out here the other day in a skimpy little sundress when I happened to be looking through the window - I would have loved to enticed the little beauty indoors with me and had some sexy fun with her!"

Stephen was somewhat surprised by the headmaster's open avowal of his overtly pedophilic desires, having always considered him to be a quiet and reserved character. He took some courage from this openness and decided to follow his lead.

"Perhaps the Grants were hoping for that kind of reaction," he suggested. "Dressing Lara like that was positively inviting you to lust after her -did they realize you were watching her?"

"Oh, yes! Mary waved to me and then Roger whispered something to Lara and the little sweetheart gave me a beaming smile and lifted her sundress up to show me that she had no underwear on! Unfortunately, I heard their doorbell ring then and little Lara was called back in."

"Better luck next time!" commented Sandra. "I'm sure Lara's an absolute peach, as you say - a peach ripe for the plucking, indeed."

"She's a little hottie, alright," agreed Stephen, "but not as hot as sexy little Rachel, here."

He reached out for the 5-year-old and tentatively stroked her little bottom, still half-expecting that she would move away from him or that the women would object. Instead, Rachel not only allowed him to gently fondle her bottom but firmly pressed herself against his hand, as though encouraging him to continue his caresses. For their part, Sandra and Veronica wore benign expressions which seemed to indicate that they found nothing amiss in him fondling the little girl's bottom, emboldening him to press his fingertips firmly into the soft flesh of her pert little buttocks.

Veronica put her hand on the 5-year-old's belly and pressed her against Stephen's probing fingers. "Give her bum a good hard squeeze, young man - the little slut loves being groped!"

Rachel's appreciative moans quickly proved the truth of that assertion, their intensity increasing as Stephen's strong fingers dug deeply into the plumpness of her lovely bottom.

"My little girl misses her daddy so much," said Sandra pensively. "Mother and I do our best, but only a man can give her the kind of loving she really needs."

"Darren is working away," explained Veronica. "Sandra and I really need a suitable man - or two - to give her pleasure until he gets back."

"A suitable man being?" asked Simon with interest.

"One who not only desires sex with children for his own gratification but also for the gratification of the child concerned. We're not looking for child abusers but for child lovers - there's a world of difference between the two."

"I believe that Stephen and I are the men you're looking for. I, for one, would be grateful for the opportunity to prove my suitability."

"Before we discuss the matter further," said Veronica, unfastening another two buttons of her frock and gently easing her full breasts from her bra, "I wonder if you'd both like to ejaculate on my tits so that Rachel can lick them clean and get her first taste of semen for a while. I would ask you to cum directly into her mouth but it would be best to consult my son-in-law before allowing you to perform so intimate an act."

Veronica's clearly meant her invitation to be taken seriously but Stephen hesitated, waiting for Simon to make the first move. When the headmaster rose from his seat with a grin and hastily unzipped his trousers he followed suit, reluctantly taking his hand from the 5-year-old's bottom.

"Take aim carefully, please, gentlemen!" requested Veronica. "This dress was rather expensive and I don't want it stained."

Her large nipples hardened perceptibly as she watched the two men pull out their stiffening cocks and excitedly wank themselves before her. Seconds later, she gave a little gasp of satisfaction when a double load of creamy sperm splattered over her shapely breasts and dribbled down her cleavage.

"Nicely done!" she complimented, looking down with satisfaction at the thick globs of cum decorating her lightly-freckled tits. "Come on then, Rachel, you dirty little cumslut - you're not usually so backward at coming forward!"

The 5-year-old needed no further encouragement, immediately hopping onto her grandmother's lap and burying her face between the smiling woman's swelling breasts, her busy tongue lapping up every dribble of cum while her little hands avidly kneaded Veronica's tits.

"I expect a phone call from my husband tonight," Sandra said. "I'll explain to him that I think I've found two suitable guys to help satisfy Rachel while he's away from home - no doubt he'll be in contact with you both shortly."

Simon accepted this statement with seeming equanimity but Stephen could only stutter out his thanks, hardly able to believe that his most secret fantasies could soon become reality. Minutes later a sudden shower of rain drove everyone indoors, but not before Simon had told Stephen to expect a visit from him presently.

Later that afternoon, following Simon's visit to his neighbour, he walked with Stephen to the nearby home of a pupil at his school, 7-year-old Amy Williams. A headmaster with a pedophilic bent inevitably has numerous opportunities to gratify his desires, providing he treads carefully, and Simon had taken advantage of every opportunity that came his way. At the moment he was enjoying sexual relationships with three of his prepubescent girl pupils, his favourite of those being Amy.

"In my experience," he explained, "girls of Amy's age are hot for sex, once they've been shown how beautiful it is. Satisfying their sexual needs without the knowledge of their parents is exciting but somewhat unnerving - satisfying those needs with their full knowledge and approval is more to my taste."

Delia Williams' face lit up when she answered the door to Simon, her smiling welcome also encompassing Stephen.

"We've been expecting you, Headmaster - Amy was beginning to think that you'd forgotten her."

"That's not very likely, is it?" laughed Simon as Delia showed the two men into a spacious living room. "Is Amy the kind of girl you could forget, Stephen?"

Stephen mumbled a decided negative as the 7-year-old, quietly reading in an armchair, gave him a shy smile. She was a pretty, blue-eyed blonde, her lissom form clad in a flimsy cotton top and skirt which the conservative-minded would no doubt consider to be indecent, though Stephen thought them excitingly revealing.

"Amy is such a demure little miss in school, in her sedate uniform," Simon said, openly ogling the little girl - to her evident satisfaction. "At home, on the other hand, she tends to wear clothes that are positively tarty. Her mother deserves the credit for that!"

"I like her to look sexy for you," Delia said. "And for me, if it comes to that. I hope your friend approves?"

"I'm sure he does," Simon responded as Stephen hesitated. "He prefers his sluts to be even younger than Amy, though, I do believe. Earlier on he was fondling the bottom of a cute little 5-year-old."

"Lucky man!" purred Delia, looking at the newcomer with marked approval.

"Age is not necessarily important to me," assured Stephen, "as long as it's in single figures. The sexual attractiveness of the child in question is of more significance, and I can honestly say that Amy here is the sexiest little whore I've seen in a good while."

Mother and daughter flushed with pleasure and Amy, noting the direction of Stephen's gaze, obligingly hitched up her short skirt, revealing her white cotton underwear.

"That's so good to see!" remarked Stephen approvingly. "Amy saw that I was trying to peek at her pretty little panties and immediately lifted her skirt up for me. Most little girls tend to tug their skirts down in similar circumstances."

"That's the fault of their mothers, in most cases," Delia stated firmly. "I've impressed on Amy from a young age that her prime aim in life should be to give sexual pleasure to adults."

"A lesson which she's learned successfully, I would imagine!"

"Perhaps too successfully," Simon commented wryly. "Offering to give the school chaplain a handjob wasn't particulary wise, was it, Amy?"

The 7-year-old grinned. "I was helping him put away hymn books in the storeroom and he kept looking at me and I saw he was getting hard, so ..."

"So you made your obscene proposal, which he declined and immediately reported to me. I think he's too embarrassed to let anyone else know what happened but you really must be more careful in future."

"I'm sorry, Sir," Amy muttered, though she didn't look particularly contrite.

"Saying your sorry isn't enough, child. You deserve a damn good spanking, and that's just what you're going to get!"

This declaration seemed to have been expected by the 7-year-old, for a satisfied smirk appeared on her pretty face and she quickly whipped off her skirt and knickers, kneeling in front of the settee with her head on a cushion in a position which was clearly familiar to her.

"I'm ready, Sir!" she said, wiggling her delectable little bottom.

"You're always ready, you horny little slut!" Simon grunted, immediately bringing his right arm back and bringing the flat of his hand down hard against Amy's thighs.

The satisfying slap of hand against flesh was rapidly followed by the 7-year-old's high-pitched yelp and her mother's vocal encouragement. The yelps continued as Simon gave Amy a prolonged spanking, until her legs and bottom were thoroughly reddened.

"That'll do for now," the headmaster panted after a few minutes as he reached between the weeping Amy's trembling legs.

"Is she wet, Mr Collins?" Delia asked, her smile suggesting that she already knew the answer to her question.

"As always," Simon replied casually, showing her fingers that were slick with the 7-year-old's juices. He swiftly undressed, neatly folding his clothes on a chair, before kneeling behind the little girl and sliding the bulbous tip of his erect cock between the plump lips of her pussy. He fucked her with brisk efficiency, ramming almost his full length into the loudly-squealing child as her tiny body rocked under the unremitting assault.

"The little slut absolutely loves having her sweet little cunt hammered!" Delia cheerily assured Stephen, noticing his concerned expression.

An uninitiated observer may well have doubted her assertion, but it was undoubtedly true. Amy's sexual education had been extensive and comprehensive, her enthusiastic teachers being initially her parents and latterly the headmaster, who considered the pretty 7-year-old to be the perfect lover. She did, in fact, adore having her luscious little cunt thoroughly and forcibly ravished, and found being ruthlessly sodomized to be equally delightful.

"Why don't you give her a few more whacks," Simon suggested to his friend, after emptying his balls into the whimpering 7-year-old. "After that, she'll no doubt be ready for another fuck."

Amy climbed on to the settee and lay on her back with her legs high and wide, smiling at Stephen through her tears as she flagrantly offered herself to him.

"She's begging for it, the horny little slut!" Delia said proudly. "Slap her legs hard, Stephen, and then get stuck into the little whore and give her something to cry about!"

Tentatively at first, and then with greater ugency, Stephen slapped the inside of the 7-year-old's right leg, his cock rapidly stiffening as her wails intensified and the creaminess of her thigh became a blotchy red under the incessant assault of his hand. When he paused for a moment to change hands so that he could slap her other leg, she actually moaned with frustration until he continued to beat her.

"I believe Amy's about ready to be fucked again now, Stephen," hinted Delia with some amusement when she deemed that her daughter had taken sufficient punishment.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Williams - I guess I was enjoying myself a little too much!"

"Who could blame you? The delights of spanking a pretty little girl like Amy are self-evident - particularly when she takes as much pleasure in it as you do."

Stephen undressed in a more untidy manner than the headmaster, leaving his clothes on the floor where they fell, before squatting between the 7-year-old's outspread legs. Suffused with sexual excitement, he entered her in a rather fumbling and inexpert fashion but was soon pumping into her cummy quim smoothly and powerfully, encouraged by the little girl's rapturous cries. Despite having been so recently fucked by Simon, her hole was still extremely tight and Stephen couldn't help but wonder how difficult it was going to be to penetrate little Rachel. For the time being he pushed that question to the back of his mind and concentrated on bringing Amy and himself to a mutually satisfying climax.

"I'm going to spunk into you now, sweetie!" he gasped after a few minutes of energetic rutting.

Increasing the tempo of his thrusts, he rapidly reached his orgasm and squirted pulse after pulse of hot semen into the loudly-squealing 7-year-old. Withdrawing his sticky cock from the tight embrace of her pussy he sank into an armchair, wondering if his ravishment of the child had been perhaps too ruthless, given her tender years. All doubts on that score were cast aside when Amy clambered from the settee and fell into his arms, clinging to him tightly and covering his face with wet kisses.

"Thank you, Stephen! Thank you!" the little girl cried, squirming her delectable body against him. "You fucked me really, really good and I had a lovely cum and I can feel your sperm all hot and wet in my cunt!"

"And my sperm as well!" Simon reminded her with a smile. "Don't think you're going to throw me over for your new boyfriend!"

"Oh, no!" laughed the 7-year-old, going over to the headmaster and hugging him lovingly. "I'm still your number one bitch, aren't I, Sir?"

"And will continue to be so, sweetheart, despite the charms of the sexy 5-year-old that Stephen and I met today."

"Does the little temptress have a name?" inquired Delia. "What's more to the point, do you think there's any chance of me getting acquainted with her?"

"The child's name is Rachel Graves. If getting acquainted with her involves investigating her sweet little holes with finger and tongue, as it did with Amy's playmate the other week, I believe there's every chance of you being successful."

"Have you had sex with Rachel yet, Stephen? She sounds like the kind of little slut who'll open her legs for you without much persuasion."

"I'm just waiting for permission from her father - if all goes well, both Simon and I will shortly be giving the little darling a damned good seeing to!"

Stephen received a call from Darren Graves that evening, to his intense relief. He had begun to imagine that his dreams of enjoying the delights of Rachel's immature body were destined to remain just that, but Darren's opening words quickly eased his anxieties.

"Hi there, Stephen! This is Rachel's father. Sandra tells me you were groping my little girl's bottom earlier today - she's got a lovely little ass, hasn't she?"

"Perfectly delicious! I hope you don't mind me asking, but have you taken Rachel up the arse yet?"

Darren laughed. "That's what you might call a work in progress! Even six months ago, I didn't have too much trouble getting a few inches of hard cock into her pussy, but sodomizing her is proving to be a more difficult task."

"Perhaps I could stretch Rachel's arsehole for you, while you're away?"

"I'd be grateful if you would. Sandra and her mother have had a few tries but at the first sign of weeping they tend to ease off - I don't suppose a few tears will worry you and that pervy headmaster friend of yours."

"Simon? He classes himself as a child lover, not a child abuser - but, on the evidence of my own eyes, he thoroughly enjoys making little girls cry, before and during sex."

"In that case, I hope the pair of you will make a determined effort to open up Rachel's asshole for me, ready for when I come home next month."

"We'll give it our best shot! Can I also take it that we have your consent to fuck her pussy, always accepting that our main task is to prepare her for anal sex?"

"I've no problem with that, provided you remember that fucking a 5-year-old requires patience and forethought. You'll need to finger Rachel for a good while before she's ready for sex, using plenty of lubrication. Make it nice and relaxed at first - then you can use two fingers and work them into her with more energy."

"I don't want to press you, Darren, but when can Simon and I expect to have the opportunity of pleasuring your little girl?"

"Sandra informs me that tomorrow night is good for her, if that's agreeable to you?"

"More than agreeable! I'll let Simon know the good news. I know, like me, he's desperate to stick his cock deep into Rachel."

"I'm sure that you'll find her an exquisite little fuck! I'll phone again soon to see if you agree!"

When Stephen walked into the Graves' living room on the following evening he was surprised to find his sister there, having forgotten that she had told him that Sandra was a friend. He returned Amanda's smile warmly, despite wondering if her presence would put a halt to his intentions concerning Rachel.

"Don't worry, Steve!" Amanda laughed, sensing his uneasiness. "I'm not going to spoil your fun - I'm just here as an observer!"

"Remember that it was your sister who advised me of your sexual inclinations," Sandra said. "I've told her all about the wonderfully lewd things you plan to do to my little girl, and she completely approves!"

Stephen was able to relax then, suddenly becoming aware that Amanda was somewhat scantily dressed in a delicately lacy top and a wrap-round miniskirt which displayed her slim, bare legs. Although almost eighteen, her slender body was only moderately developed - a fact which, of course, Stephen fully appreciated. He observed with particular pleasure how the soft pinkness of her nipples showed clearly through the open white lace of her top.

"Wow, Mandy!" he enthused, staring at his sister with overt lust. "You look a real dirty slut in that getup!"

"That was meant as a compliment!" he added hurriedly. "I know I've never told you before but I think you're as sexy as hell!"

"I do believe that that sweet remark deserves a thank you kiss, don't you, Amanda?" Sandra hinted.

Amanda clearly agreed, surprising her brother by pressing her lips lingeringly against his as she seductively rubbed her lissom body against him. Her kiss was prolonged and increasingly fervent, broken only by a silvery giggle as she felt Stephen's erection growing against her belly.

"I know that Rachel's going to get the benefit of that today," she said, stroking her brother's hardening shaft, "but another time I expect you to think of me - I am family, after all!"

Stephen smiled, though rather nervously. He tried to act as though his sister was joking, even though he suspected that she meant what she said - the thought of which was wonderfully intoxicating.

Simon arrived shortly afterwards and looked around the room with pleasure, exchanging greetings with Sandra, Veronica and Amanda. His eyes lingered appreciatively on the latter and as he kissed her on the cheek, his hands softly explored the gentle curves of her arse, something which Mandy clearly enjoyed and which excited Stephen enormously.

"It's a real joy to be in the same room with three good-looking whores, such as yourselves," Simon said as he sat down. "If I wasn't saving myself for little Rachel, I would have been delighted to pleasure any of you charming ladies!"

"We'll take that to be a promise!" laughed Sandra. "Mandy has already told her brother that she expects next use of his cock, and mother and I are always ready for a good shafting."

"I bet you are! Talking of good-looking whores, where's your delightfully slutty little girl?"

"She'll be down in a minute - she's just admiring herself in the mirror. Also, the little darling's a bit anxious about tonight. She's not been fucked for a while and up to now her daddy's been the only man to use her."

"Just give her plenty of time to get warmed up before you try to get your cock into her," advised Veronica. "Sex with a small child like Rachel can't be all about fucking, though of course you can expect plenty of that. She needs lots of kisses and cuddles and caresses as well, and, most importantly, she needs lots of fingering before her sweet little pussy's ready for hard cock."

The door slowly opened and the pretty 5-year-old walked into the centre of the room, well aware that she was the focus of all eyes. Rachel knew that she was looking particulary attractive in her flimsy satiny top and ultra-short cotton skirt and accepted the admiring, libidinous looks with ill-concealed glee. She knew that everyone in the room found her sexually desirable and was thrilled at the thought.

"Mummy says these are my 'fuck me' clothes," Rachel confided, slowly twirling around.

"I'm getting the message, loud and clear!" Stephen said as he hurriedly began to undress.

"Me too!" groaned Simon, following his friend's lead.

"First things first, gentlemen," Sandra cautioned, with a laugh. "Fingers before cocks is the correct way to go about things, don't you think?"

Both Stephen and Simon, now naked and fully erect, looked as though they were quite prepared to dispense with the supposed correct way and ravish the sexy 5-year-old immediately. Seeing this, Amanda lifted Rachel on to her lap, briskly took off her skirt and knickers, and slipped a finger between the little girl's pouting pussy lips.

"Can I have some lube, please, Sandra?" she asked.

Over the next twenty minutes, the semi-naked 5-year-old was passed from lap to lap as the extreme tightness of her immature vagina was relaxed to an extent through an uninterrupted series of sticky fingerings. Her moans and cries of joy, and the way she held her legs wide open to allow herself to be more readily pleasured, demonstrated that here was a child who hugely enjoyed being finger-fucked - a child who would have been confused and bewildered if told that she was suffering sexual abuse at times like these.

"I guess the little slut's as ready as she's going to be," Veronica said at last, after working two fingers deep into her moaning granddaughter. "I'll hold her while you do the business, Stephen. Please remember that patience is a virtue and give the sweet child time to accommodate your shaft before you penetrate her deeply."

Rachel lay back on her grandmother's lap and smiled at Stephen, lewdly opening her legs as she offered him her puffy, lube-smeared cunt. Her initial nervousness had disappeared and now she desperately needed to feel hard cock inside her needy body - she so missed the almost daily fucks her daddy used to give her.

Stephen's aroused cock was of average length and girth but it appeared huge compared to the tiny 5-year-old when he knelt before her and eased his bulbous cock head into her gummy slit. He hesitated for a moment, but Veronica's highly vocal encouragement emboldened him to push steadily into the hot, silken embrace of Rachel's sticky hole, just about fuckable now after the vigorous fingerings it had received. Heeding Veronica's advice, he gave the moaning child time to get used to the pulsing thickness of his shaft before driving almost his full length into her trembling body.

"Give the sweet child everything you've got, Stephen!" cried Sandra urgently. "Fuck her as long and hard as my darling daddy used to fuck me when I was a horny little girl like Rachel!"

Stephen was more than happy to do Sandra's bidding, his concerns about giving Rachel too much cock having evaporated when he realized that her ecstatic cries intensified the more deeply he penetrated her. He began to piston into the 5-year-old with unflagging energy, loving the way her head bounced against her grandmother's full breasts at every thrust as her bare limbs flopped around uncontrollably. He had feared that the reality of having sex with little Rachel would prove to be disappointing when compared to the erotic fantasies in which she had featured, but that was overwhelmingly not the case. He desperately tried to hold back the insistent feeling of his approaching orgasm as he pounded into the squealing child with a passionate energy.

"Fill the little whore's belly with your hot spunk!" Sandra urged, as Stephen's quickening grunts alerted her to his imminent climax.

"I'm almost there!" Stephen groaned, thrusting even more forcefully into the hot stickiness of the 5-year-old's luscious cunt.

Seconds later, his rampant cock spasmed violently and he squirted thick streams of creamy semen into the wailing child, pulling out of her quickly so that he could splash her sweat-beaded face with gouts of the precious fluid.

"Well fucked, sir!" Veronica cried approvingly as Rachel proudly displayed her reddened, swollen pussy, to her mother and grandmother. "I do like to see a little girl given a really good seeing to - most of them are gagging for it anyway, in my experience."

"Have you had enough for now, sweetie?" Sandra asked her daughter teasingly. "Your little pussy's looking really red and sore - perhaps Simon won't mind waiting for his turn till tomorrow."

Her mother's words provoked a tearful protest from the 5-year-old, as Sandra had expected. Only when Simon had taken his friend's place and squeezed his thick shaft into Rachel's cum-filled hole did the little girl's tears of dismay become rapidly transformed into tears of joy. It was her first experience of being passionately fucked twice in quick succession, and one which she longed to have repeated as soon as possible!

"How do you fancy your chances with little Lara?" Sandra asked Stephen as the headmaster pounded into her loudly-squealing daughter with feverish intensity. "I had a chat with Roger and Mary earlier and made it plain that we all lust after the pretty little thing. They more or less agreed that we could play with her if they were allowed to take similar liberties with Rachel."

"She's a hot little piece, that's for sure," Stephen replied. "I'd love to have some sexy fun with her!"

"With a 3-year-old?" Amanda asked with assumed indignation, though the thought of her brother sexually using Lara made her wetter than she already was.

"The little sluts are all up for it!" grunted Simon as he continued to piston into the weeping 5-year-old.

"There's no question of anybody fucking Lara just yet," Sandra said. "Roger and Mary have only just started feeling her up a little bit, so she's hardly ready to take hard cock yet. However, if you're prepared to limit your ambitions to exploring her baby holes with finger and tongue, at least for the time being, I can't see there being any difficulties."

"I'm in, for one," Stephen declared.

"And me," Simon groaned, as he finally shot his load into little Rachel. "Take my word for it, though, Lara will be begging for more than a finger in her holes before very long!"

"And I'm begging for it now!" Mandy whispered into her brother's ear as she sat by his side. "What do you say, big brother?"

In answer, Stephen began to handle his cock back to full erection as he fondled his sister's pert breasts through her lacy top.

"You'd better get your kit off then, you randy slut! I want you on your back, with legs wide open, in thirty seconds flat - do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" cried Amanda delightedly, hastening to obey her brother's orders.

"By the way," said Simon nonchalantly. "The mother of one of my pupil's is interested in geting to know Rachel, if you know what I mean. I thought of bringing her over here to introduce her to the little slut, if that's alright. I should mention that the pupil's name is Amy Williams and that she's 7-years-old and a really good shag!"

"I've no problem with that," Sandra said. "What about you, Rachel - do you want to meet Simon's woman friend?"

"Does she want to do sex with me?" the 5-year-old asked.

"We all want to do sex with you, you lovely little bitch!" Simon said laughingly. "I can't see Delia being any different, once she sees what a gorgeous little girl you are."

"Then I want to meet her!" giggled the pretty child, as the spunk of her two lovers slowly dribbled from her well-fucked cunt.

The End