Trevor watched Mark intently as he started the recording that he had made on his phone earlier.

Intially, Mark's face showed a mix of puzzlement and curiousity, but that quickly faded and was replaced by a look of sheer panic.

Mark looked around the room as if he were looking for a way out, but then his eyes caught Trevor's and the young father slumped in his chair as though he were resigned to his fate.

Once the recording finished there were a few moments of silence.

It was Mark that spoke first.

"I'm in deep shit here aren't I"?

Trevor's face betrayed nothing of his own feelings, as he replied.

"Well look, if this gets out you know it's a fucking disaster for you."

Mark's demeanour changed slightly and his expression seemed rather more hopeful as he grabbed at the potential lifeline.

"If"?

Trevor smiled for the first time since the men had been alone in the classroom.

"Mark, if I was simply going to report this I would have done it by now."

The middle aged teacher recognised a complete change in Mark's expression and he realised he needed to retain at least some element of control, so he spoke again.

"You and I both know that what you have just heard will be the end of you if it gets into the hands of the authorities or the police"

"But I'm rather hoping we can come to an arrangement meaning that will be unnecessary" Trevor continued.

Mark's emotions were being pummelled on a roller coaster by this time and he genuinely seemed not to follow where Trevor was headed with this.

"Arrangement?" Mark queried.

Trevor recognised that it was time to make Bryony's dad feel a little more comfortable and agreeable to his plans.

"Mark, Bryony's a great kid."

"She knows the importance of keeping your unusual relationship quiet and she has done an amazing job in protecting you"

Mark did not really understand the implications of what he had just heard, but his paternal pride allowed him a faint smile.

Trevor quickly continued.

"She's not only a great kid, I think she is the sexiest thing I've come across in my life."

Trevor thought he saw a glimmer of understanding in the younger mans face, but now was the time for him to be explicit about his wishes.

"I'm more than happy to help the two of you to keep your secret safe, but in return I want some of what you are getting"

Mark reacted with a mix of understanding and uncertainty.

"What I'm getting"?

Trevor's smile was broad as he laid his plans on the table.

"Bryony's pussy."

"Access to your daughter is the price for me keeping quiet about this whole thing."

Mark's smile was nowhere near as relaxed as his daughters teacher,but there was definitely a positive response etched on his face.

"Have you touched her yet"? Mark asked.

"I have" Trevor replied.

"And she only let me because she wanted to look after you and keep your secret safe mate."

Mark jumped at the sound of the door to the classroom being opened, but he relaxed when he turned to see that it was his daughter that had returned from the caretakers office.

Bryony spoke in a breathless voice that betrayed her exertions.

"I told you I was quick daddy."

As she spoke, Mark was bending now to lift the little blonde onto his lap.

"You really were super quick munchkin" he said, as he kissed the top of his daughters head.

"Sweetheart" Mark continued.

"You know I said we had to keep our secret safe from the whole wide world"?

Bryony was facing away from her father, so he could not see the worried look on her face that was only too evident to Trevor.

The six year olds voice was shaking with emotion and she seemed to be on the verge of tears as she replied.

"I'm sorry daddy."

Mark squeezed the child around the waist as he replied in a reassuring tone.

"No, no silly girl."

"You have been really, really good and I'm very proud of you."

Trevor was relieved to see Bryony's expression change in an instant and she was smiling as her father continued to talk.

"Sometimes a secret can be even better if someone else knows it so I've decided that Mr Daniels is going to be part of our secret and have some fun in our nice games."

Bryony stayed silent but she looked at Trevor with a tiny smile playing around her mouth.

Mark spoke again.

"Shall we give Mr Daniels a little treat"?

The child had no idea what her father had in mind though she replied instantly.

"OK"

Trevor held his breath as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

"Why don't we show him that beautiful little pussy of yours" Mark said.

As he was talking, Mark was pushing the hem of Bryony's red and white gingham school dress upwards, until it nestled bunched around her slim waist. With barely a pause, he moved a hand in between his daughters thighs and pushed them apart so she was now sitting on his lap with her legs spread.

Mark looked directly at Trevor as he moved a couple of his fingers under the gusset of Bryony's little white knickers and pulled the material to one side.

Trevor retured the younger mans stare until he was invited to change the focus of his attention.

"What do you think of this baby pussy then Mr Daniels."

Trevor lowered his gaze so that he was now looking directly in between Bryony's parted legs.

Once again the six year old cunny was fully visible to him. He had seen it before of course, but this was especially thrilling as he took in the sight of Marks fingers stretching his daughters knickers out of the way so her little treasure was on display.

The bottom of Bryony's pussy was pressed firmly into her her fathers thigh, so that the bulge of her preteen mound was pressed upwards and outwards and the impossibly tiny slit of her cunt was parted slightly so that the halves of her peach were clearly defined.

Trvor's voice was lowered to a husky whisper.

"I think that baby pussy is the sexiest thing I've seen in my entire life."

As Mark began to reply, Trevor noted that the young dad's finger was tracing lightly up and down the length of Bryony's cunny slit and he also noted how the child parted her legs further to allow her dad complete access to her sex.

"Well I hope you will come and join us to you can see the nice games we play together."

Trevor smiled as his plan came to fruition and his voice was louder as he replied.

"Oh, I'm hoping I can come and see you lots and lots."

Trevor was delighted to hear some excited giggling coming from Bryony as she listened to the exchange between her father and her teacher.

It was Mark that ended the sexy little encounter between the three of them.

"OK little one" he said as he allowed Bryony's knickers to cover her pussy and he helped his daughter to her feet.

"Time for us to go home."

As Bryony made her way to the door, Trevor tapped Mark's arm so that the two men stood facing each other.

"Mark, I'll be keeping this recording for a little while just as an insurance."

Mark's expression revealed a mixture of excitement and concern, as did his reply.

"OK I understand."

"But I won't let you down."

Trevor smiled as he replied.

"Oh I'm sure you won't."

Trevor continued talking so that he could reassure Mark at the same time as making his own intentions perfectly clear.

"Listen mate, all I want is to get to that little cunt of hers as often as I can."

Mark's eyes flickered in recognition of the name that he himself used for his daughters baby pussy.

"If we are all careful there is no reason that we shouldn't all have a fantastic time with all this" Trevor added.

Mark's reply took Trevor by surprise.

"What's your first name"?

The reply was instant.

"Trevor"

Mark laughed as he spoke again.

"OK Trevor, it's just I can hardly keep calling you Mr Daniels when I'm showing you Bryony's cunt can I"

Trevor found himself laughing also.

"True" the teacher responded and also added.

"Mark do you have a mobile number I can reach you on"?

Trevor was tapping on his own phone as Mark gave the information the older man had asked for.

Once he had finished entering the contact details, Trevor spoke again.

"What time does Bryony usually go to bed"?

"Depends, but about half seven usually" Mark replied.

"OK look, I can't promise, but if I can get away this evening, how would it be if I came to yours around about bedtime"? Trevor asked.

Mark's reply was positive, but concerned.

"That would be fine but I really don't want her up till all hours on a school night"

Trevor responded in kind.

"No, no, I get that."

"It would just be nice to see her all ready for bed and maybe have a quick look at that delicious pussy."

"Maybe start to get her used to our new arrangement" Trevor added as he finished talking.

"I like that idea" Mark replied.

Once he was alone in the room Trevor became aware of just how hard his erection was. As he moved towards his desk he could feel his cock pushing against his trousers.

"Jesus I've done it" he thought to himself.

The next few minutes were spent with images whirling around Trevor's mind and wondering just how much access and activity he would be able to manipulate over the coming months. The most pressing thought though was regarding that coming evening and how he could explain to Michelle that he would not be around for an hour or so. Just the possibility of seeing Bryony in her nighty all ready for bed and maybe taking advantage of her dads acceptance of the new arrangement had Trevor salivating in anticipation.

As soon as Michelle returned home that evening, Trevor began his machinations.

"I'm sorry about this love, but that lunatic Gary is having another crisis at work so I've said I'll meet him for a quick beer and put him straight this evening".

Gary Mallinder was one of Trevor's flakier colleagues, so Michelle already had experience of her husband propping him up over a beer or two.

"Oh for christ's sake Trev, can't you put him off"? she asked.

"Im kind of committed Miche" Trevor replied, before adding.

"But I do have a cunning plan."

Michelle smiled at her husband.

"Go on then smarty pants" she laughed.

Trevor came up behind his wife and hugged her around the waist.

"Well how about while I'm out you get yourself into that sexy outfit you bought last week and wait for me"? Trevor suggested.

"Now that's a plan Mr Daniels" Michelle said as she pushed back against her husband.

As Trevor turned to leave the room he looked back.

"Miche" he said.

Michelle had also turned to prepare their evening meal, so swiveled towards Trevor as she replied.

"Mmmm"?

"How about getting that delicious pussy of yours nice and smooth for me again"? asked Trevor.

"Oh you liked that did you"? Michelle laughed.

Trevor returned to stand in front of his wife.

"Loved it Mrs Daniels" he said.

Michelle leaned forward and placed a little kiss on Trevors lips.

"Your wish is my command oh master" she replied.

A teasing look came into the middle aged womans eyes as she spoke again.

"Do you like it because it reminds you of all those little girls you teach"?

Trevor laughed aloud.

"Pervert" he said as he finally turned and left the room.

The atmosphere in the house was light hearted and flirty as the couple ate their evening meal.

At about seven thirty, Trevor got himself ready and kissed his wife goodbye.

"I'll see you later" he said as he ran his hand under Michelles dress.

"You most certainly will" replied Michelle before taking herslf upstairs to run a long, relaxing bath.

Trevor went out to his car and took a piece of paper from his wallet before tapping the postcode into his sat nav. As the robotic voice began it's instructions, Trevor jabbed a contact on his phone.

"Hello" came a familiar voice.

"Mark, it's Trev, is she ready for bed"?

"She is mate, we didn't think you were going to make it" Mark replied.

"I'm on my way" said Trevor.

"Can you keep her up for a bit, I'll only be 15 minutes."

Trevor could hear the smile in Mark's voice.

"No problem Trev".

Once again Trevor felt his cock stirring in his boxers as he drove carefully, but quickly, to the address he had copied from the school records earlier.

A quarter of an hour later, Trevor was standing on the doorstep of a neat, detatched house in one of the nicer areas of town. Trevor knew that Mark had a decent job so he was not surprised that there was a certain luxury relating to the house and the car on the driveway.

The door opened and Mark was effusive in his greeting.

"Hi Trevor come on in."

"Can I get you a beer mate"?

Trevor was about to decline when he realised that a faint trace of alcohol on his lips would suit his cover story well, so instead he accepted.

"Thanks Mark that would be great."

Trevor followed the younger man into a large, open plan kitchen.

Mark got a couple of bottles from the tall, aluminium fridge in one corner of the room and he removed the tops before handing one of the vessels to his guest.

"Come on through" Mark said as he led Trevor out of the kitchen, through a long hallway and into the main lounge. As he walked, Trevor noticed all sorts of family photos on the walls and in frames on a couple of wooden sideboards. Obviously his attention focused on any that showed Bryony, especially those from the period before the little girl had joined Trevor's class.

As they entered the lounge, Mark spoke again.

"Sweetheart, Mr Daniels is here".

Trevor's heart and cock leapt in equal measure as he saw Bryony sat on one of the large sofa's that occupied the expensively decorated room.

The six year old girl was sat with her legs tucked beneath her so that they were not visible to her teacher. Her long, blonde hair had clearly been recently brushed and it fell in thick tresses over her shoulders and down her back.

Bryony's blue eyes shined beneath the fringe of her hair and her red lips were parted in a little smile that danced over her features.

The child was wearing a white nightdress that was fringed with a pink ribbon at the neck and two more pieces of pink ribbon on each side of her waist. The neckline was rounded and cut high so it tucked under Bryony's chin, but the sleeves were only quarter length so most of her arms were revealed.

As the two men had entered the room, Bryony had put down the book that she had been reading so this was now resting in the folds of her nighdress that had gathered around her middle.

"Hello Mr Daniels" she said brightly.

"Hello you" Trevor replied, causing Bryony to giggle lightly.

As Trevor returned her greeting, Bryony was shifting position so that Trevor could now see the length of the brushed cotton garment that the child was wearing. The nighty covered the little girl to just above her knees so that the bare lower legs were showing beneath the hem.

Mark gestured Trevor to sit on a sofa that was directly opposite to the one that Bryony was sitting on, while Mark himself sat down next to his daughter.

Trevor took a swig from his bottle of beer and he was surprised at how quickly Mark move things along.

"Bry do you remember why I said Mr Daniels was coming here tonight"?

Bryony was still smiling as she replied.

"Yes I do."

Mark laughed at the precision of his daughters reply.

"So why is he here then"? Mark asked.

Bryony's expression became a little more serious, but her tone was still light hearted.

"So he can look at my noony and play games with me."

Mark reached out and began stroking Bryony's thigh over the white cotton of her nighty.

"That's right Bry but when we play we don't call it noony do we"?

As Mark asked the question he squeezed his daughters thigh, tickling her in the process, so that Bryony let out a huge peal of laughter before she answered.

"No daddy, you say it's my little pussy."

Mark continued to elicit little squeals from the stroking he was giving Bryony, before asking her a further question.

"What else did we say we would do when Mr Daniels sat down"?

The child did not utter a word.

Instead, she reached down to the hem of her nighty and pulled it up to well above her tummy button. At the same time she opened her legs so that her thighs were spread wide apart on the sofa.

Only once she was settled did Bryony talk.

"Do you like my pussy Mr Daniels" she asked.

As she finished the question, Mark leaned over and kissed his daughters cheek, before whispering in her ear.

"Good girl" he said.

Trevor stared at the vision in front of him. The white nightdress pushed high up Bryony's chest. The pink ribbons bunched together so that they trailed down the little girls slim tummy.

Mostly of course, he stared at the object of his desire.

The six year old cunt that was peeping at him from in between Bryony's widespread thighs. The peach of her mound nestling in the juncture of her thighs and the crack of her cunny gently opening from the position that she had assumed.

Trevor seemed as though he was speaking in a dream.

"I love your pussy Bryony" he said.

"So do I" announced Mark loudly before he bent over and kissed his daughter directly on the cunny that was so brazenly displayed to both men. The angle was not great, but Trevor could just about make out Mark's tongue pushing against the little pussy that he was now feasting on.

The sex play only lasted a matter of seconds before Mark pulled away and spoke directly to his daughter once more.

"Sweetheart you know you have school in the morning so it's bedtime now, but did you have something else to ask Mr Daniels"?

Bryony's thighs were still spread wide apart as she answered.

"Would you like to take me up to bed and give me a goodnight kiss Mr Daniels"?

Trevor was so struck by the serious tone of the question and by the innocence in her voice that he could have picked her up and hugged her for ever.

Instead he replied.

"I'd love to."

The little blonde hopped from the sofa and kissed her father before heading for one of the doors that led from the lounge.

Trevor rose to follow her, but was stopped as Mark held his arm gently.

"Trev just spend 5 minutes with her please mate."

"I'll have you back to spend more time with her soon I promise."

Trevor lowered his voice to answer.

"Sure, don't worry."

"This is just a quickie OK"

Reassured, Mark let go of the older mans arm so that Trevor could follow Bryony out of the door.

Trevor was only just in time to see Bryony at the very top of the stairs so he moved quickly to catch her up.

By the time Bryony pushed open the door to her bdroom, Trevor was right behind her.

Only a few weeks earlier, Trevor had been fantasising about preteen pussy and using images from his photo collection to get himself off.

Now he was following preteen pussy into her bedroom and he knew this was just the start.

Once they were inside the bedroom, Trevor closed the door so that there was only the slightest gap between that and the door frame.

As Bryony moved towards her bed, Trevor quickly took in the surroundings.

On the wall were drawn, pink curtains that had little silver unicorn motifs dotted all over them. The same pattern was repeated on the duvet that covered Bryony's bed and on the pillow cases that pushed against the pink vlevet headboard.

The wallpaper in the room was also pink, but a lighter shade than that of the curtains and duvet. The wallpaper was a solid block of colour, but it was broken by a wide strip of white border that ran around all four walls at about Trevors head height. The white background was covered by tiny pink hearts in a random pattern over the paper of the border.

There was also a white wardrobe in the room and, next to Bryony's bed was a white chest of drawers of the same design that seemed to have the dual purpose of storage and acting as a bedside table for the little girl. On top of the chest was a DVD alarm clock, another book opened at the page that Bryony had finished reading to and various little ornaments.

The carpet was a deep cream colour that offset the bolder colours in the rest of the room.

After entering the room, Bryony had moved towards her bed and was just about to clamber on when Trevor moved quickly towards her and scooped her up in his arms.

"Come here you" he said.

"How about a goodnight kiss for your favourite teacher"? he asked.

Moving one hand towards the back of the six year olds head and then running his fingers through her blonde hair, Trevor pushed Bryony's mouth against his and he began french kissing her deeply and passionately.

Bryony returned the kiss in kind and opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate her teachers tongue, while she used her own tongue to slide over the older mans.

As she had been picked up, Bryony had wrapped her legs as far around Trevors waist as she could manage. Moving his hand from her head, Trevor now used both hands to support the child. In so doing, he felt the youngsters buttocks nestle into the palm of his hands and he gently fondled her little bum as he did so.

After a minute or so of kissing, Trevor pulled away.

"OK bedtime for you missy" he said, as he laid Bryony down on the pink bed sheet.

The middle aged man knelt beside the bed and swiftly pulled the little girls nighty up to her waist. He bent his head in between the childs thighs and gently began lapping at the puffy cunny mound and deep, tight cunt slit. Quickly he stabbed the point of his tongue as far inside that little slit as he could and he was delightered to feel Bryony's hips buck involuntarily as he did so.

Reluctantly, Trevor ceased his urgent lickings and he moved up so that he could talk to Bryony directly.

"You are my little cunt" he said.

"Night night sweetheart."

Bryony looked sightly shy as the duvet was pulled to cover her still partially exposed body.

"Night night" she said.

Trevor returned to the lounge where Mark was waiting.

"Mark I really have to go mate but that was fucking awesome."

Mark smiled and replied.

"The first of many I hope."

"Me too" Trevor smiled in response.

As he was about to leave, Mark pushed an envelope into Trevor's hands.

"A little keep sake Trev" the younger man said.

"But for fucks sake be careful with it."

Trevor mumbled a thank you before heading towards his car.

Although he was in a rush, curiousity got the better of him and Trevor paused to open the envelope once he was sat behind the steering wheel of his car.

Inside was a photo of Bryony.

The six year old was laying on what Trevor assumed to be Mark's bed.

She was totally nude and her legs were spread wide apart.

The baby cunny that Trevor had been kissing only minutes before jutted from between the little girls thighs and seemed to covered with a light sheen, or gel, that reflected the light in the room. Bryony's pussy slit, that until then Trevor had seen only closed or in the tiniest of partings was more open and formed a delectable elongated 'O' shape between her tiny pussy lips.

Trevor groaned audibly.